Original Work: On You They Bloom by @ashleyreyland
DPxDC: Tim Drake/Danny Fenton | Rating: G
Summary:
"You get used to it," Tim said, taking a sip of his water, "But uh, yeah, you're likely going to be mobbed by the press once they realize who you are and you'll probably get the same treatment."
"Boy you make this entire situation sound better and better by the second," Danny replied as he looked over the menu.
"I don't know if you saw the press coverage of my tattoo from four years ago."
"No, I didn't really pay much attention back then."
"Yeah, well, everyone was obsessed with figuring out who had a scar that matched."
"Joke's on them; lichtenberg scars fade."
Notes: part two of Of Chrysanthemums and Aubretia [PODFICS] and recorded for @flowerparrish's birthday week!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aerith Gainsborough/Tifa Lockhart, Aerith Gainsborough & Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart & Cloud Strife
Characters: Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough
Additional Tags: Fluff, who let me write fluff?, it kept trying to turn into angst
Summary:
Just a glimpse into the day to day life of Tifa and Aerith
"Sorry," Tim said, causing the man to look at him and, oh, he was really handsome, "I couldn't help but notice your tattoo on your neck…"
"Oh uh, yeah," the man flushed a little and shrugged, "Soulmate thing, you know?"
Tim did know, that was the problem, "Right. Have you met…?"
"Ah, no, not yet," the man said awkwardly, "Listen-"
"Did you have something happen to you four years ago?" Tim cut in and the man went perfectly still, staring at him in surprise.
Tim held out his left hand and the man inhaled sharply, "Oh shit I was hoping that didn't transfer since I died."
"…you what?" Tim asked in response.
"Hey, you're the one with a throat injury, you have no room to judge."
Notes: part one of Of Chrysanthemums and Aubretia [PODFICS], created as a birthday week gift for @flowerparrish
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My piece for the FF7 Fanworks Exchange '16, dedicated to the lovely AshleyReyland! Her prompt was “Turk Family things!”
Tumblr Mirror below the cut~
Vacations
TheRedHero11037
Summary: Elena goes on her first vacation as a Turk. It's up to Tseng, Reno, and Rude to make her enjoy it, even if it's just travelling!
Elena was absolutely a worthy member of the Department of Administrative Research. She was incredibly successful in missions, highly competent with explosives, and strongly driven to be the absolute best of the Turks. Her perfect had brought her to the side of Rufus Shinra, and she fit perfectly in with the other members of his team. Elena worked alongside Tseng, Rude, and Reno and quickly bonded with them. However, it was obvious that Elena still hadn’t grasped some of the workings of the Turks.
Namely, vacations.
Elena sat straight and stiff in her seat on the plane. Next to her was Reno, who was sprawled over his seat in bliss. He rested his feet on the back of the seat in front of him and sighed with happiness before stuffing his face with one of the fancy imported chocolates he’d bought at the airport. It made for a wonderful contrast, but Elena wasn’t exactly in the mood for enjoying the organic art.
“Relax,” spoke Tseng from the other side of her. Even his tie was undone.
“Easier said than done,” Elena grumbled.
The plane ride was excruciatingly long. Elena hated every minute of it. Reno offered her some of the champagne he ordered, but she didn’t drink on planes.
Touching down in Costa del Sol was the best feeling in the world after 8 hours straight of drunk Reno, snoring Rude, and a Tseng that didn’t seem to care at all. He was even smiling. Since when did Tseng smile? Not that she wasn’t happy to see him happy. Much the opposite, actually; he always seemed far too stressed for his own good. If Tseng could enjoy a vacation, maybe she could too.
Getting through the rest of the airport was boring, uneventful, and in Elena’s opinion, a complete waste of time. They could have just taken the chopper. Why didn’t they? Then they wouldn’t have to go through the annoying TSA. Rude looked just as annoyed as she did. What was the point of this?
Rude placed a hand on her shoulder. “The chopper is for work only, unfortunately. We would have taken it if we could,” he told her.
“How did you--”
“You’ve been steaming mad since we got to baggage claim. It’s pretty obvious what you’re thinking.” Rude patted her shoulder. “Everyone hates the airport, honestly. It’s a big hassle.”
Rude stepped away to grab some of their suitcases, and Reno took his place.
“Elena, I can’t believe I’ve never asked you this. It’s like I haven’t properly welcomed you to the family.”
This bodes well. Elena wasn’t in the mood to make the effort to push Reno away. In fact, it was actually kind of nice to hear that the Turks were a family.
Reno slapped her back. “Alright. So the dot on Tseng’s forehead, right? What do you think it is? Bindi or mole?”
“Wait, bindi? Bindis aren’t Wutaian.”
Reno shrugged. “It was Rude’s guess.”
“Are those my only options?”
Reno shook his head. “You can say anything you want. Rufus guessed it was a zit, but zits don’t last that long.”
“Then my guess is a tilak. I assume that’s what Rude was trying to go for.”
Reno gave an over-exaggerated sagely nod. “Nice guess! Very interesting.”
“What’s the most interesting one you’ve ever gotten?” Elena asked.
“There was one guy who told me that that’s what the mark of exile from Wutai looked like,” Reno told her.
“Hey,” Tseng spoke from behind them. Reno and Elena both jumped in surprise. Tseng motioned to the suitcases at his side. “We’re leaving now. Are you ready?”
Elena checked the baggage claim conveyor. She’d been so wrapped up in what Reno said that she’d forgotten to even look for her bag. “Wait, I didn’t get my bag.”
“Rude has it.” Tseng pointed to Rude, who had taken a place near the car rental area with a luggage cart piled high with their luggage. Indeed, Elena’s bright purple bags shone from their place at the top of the pile.
“Oh.” She smiled. “Thank you.”
Tseng returned the smile. “No problem.”
From there, it was off to the hotel. Elena was looking forward to actually sleeping in a bed. As they checked in, Reno informed her that they had a suite.
“And it’s huge,” Reno swooned. “Big enough for the whole family to share without getting in each other’s way!”
“Sounds nice,” Elena murmured. “Beach front view?”
“Oh hell yeah,” Reno told her. “Gets the best sunsets ever.”
Reno continued to blab about the suite even as they climbed the stairs to get there. Elena didn’t even mind. In fact, she was actually starting to enjoy this. A vacation with the Turks definitely wasn’t a bad thing.
As Tseng wrestled with the lock on the suite’s door, Elena checked her watch. Was it really only 11:28? She was absolutely exhausted! Usually, Elena didn’t go to bed until at least one in the morning. She yawned, and the yawn quickly seemed to spread to everyone. Despite their upbeat attitude, the day had obviously taken its toll on all of them, too.
The door opened and immediately Reno dive-bombed onto the massive bed in front of the massive windows with a view of the beach. Tseng and Rude joined him as Elena closed and locked the door.
She chuckled at the sight of all three of them cozied up together on the bed. There was still a good amount of space left. “I’m gonna go sleep in the other bed.”
“What other bed?” Reno asked. “This is the only bed.”
“If you want the pull-out couch, Rude can help,” Tseng put in.
“No I won’t,” Rude replied, wrapped in blankets. “I’m down for the night. Just sleep here like everyone else.”
“What?!” Elena exclaimed. “You’re all sleeping there?!”
“We always cuddle on vacation,” Tseng informed her. “It’s sort of become a Turk tradition.”
“Seriously?”
“Mhm,” came Rude’s voice from a huge mass of pillow and blanket.
“Come on, Elena, it’s tradition,” Reno assured her. “If there’s a Turk who hasn’t shared a bed with their comrades, then they are no true Turk.”
Elena sighed. She was exhausted, and the bed was big enough for all four of them (somehow). She clambered on to the enormous mattress and took a spot near the edge of the bed. Reno cheered softly from his spot on the far side of Rude. Rude nodded with approval. “Congratulations,” murmured Tseng. “You’re a real Turk.”
Elena fell asleep quickly with all the others nearby. It was good to be a Turk.
Kanon hopped a bit on her toes after touching the ground, preferring to fly around in the Blacksand Annex rather than run because the ground burned her feet--if she stayed in one place for too long.
"Hello! Hello, I'm here!" She announced before cautiously allowing herself into the lair and past the dragon stationed at the entrance.
"Hey, our wings match!" Kanon announced, stretching hers out to show them off to the guardian, "They suit you really well, and what cute familiars you have! Uh, well, if they're all yours."
"I used to know an imperial that looked a lot like you," Kanon twirled around beneath the larger dragon's feet, "your kind is awful big, but all of you have soft spots for something, huh?"
"Wow, look at you!" Kanon laughed, "you look just like all those pretty green stones Glade likes so much, I don't think I've seen a dragon quite so shiny before!"
"Are you a mage?" Kanon asked the skydancer, chasing the tail of her comet as it circled around her, "We had a mage once, do you make potions? Any sinister brews?" She laughed at her own joke before running off in a different direction.
Kanon cocked her head at the sight of Aelwen, wondering at his coloring, "you look a lot like the sea to be out here in fire country," she stated. "Don't you miss the green sometimes? I know I would."
