FF7, plunnies, and a Blurb
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The other day I was telling Hamda about a picture of Setsunakou's second Pegasus doll that made me think of Sephiroth. She doesn't know that character, so I went for a picture. I found quite a nice fanart. Sephiroth is not a favorite of mine, but ... **puurr.**
I also got a plunnie, thanks to this picture. XD It would involve an AU where the FF7 cast lives on Earth and Sephiroth is a businessman. Then I thought of a different (and better) twist where it isn't an AU, but they somehow get sent to Earth (timewarp/dimensional rip?) and their memories are wiped clean of their pasts. They're thrown into new lives, including Sephiroth running a company. But maybe one of them keeps his memories (perhaps Reno?) and he has to figure out how to get everyone to remember and get them all back home. XD
I adore the idea, but I'm not sure if I could write it or when I'd get the chance. Also, I'd need to decide whether Sephiroth is sane or nuts while running the company. XD If he's nuts, hoo boy. Watch out world.And maybe I could even tie it all in with the story Stacey hopes I can write!
And I spent last evening writing the opening for chapter 3 of Snow White Queen, and then penning a blurb that would not be silent. XD It's for the ending of that story in the Good Enough For You timeline that I've wanted to write, but hesitated to. Of course, the story won't go away, and now that I've written this much of the ending blurb, I know I have to write the rest of it, and everything that comes before! I'm really pleased with it, I think it's very sweet and that it actually comes off quite romantic. It's not quite finished at the end, but I wanted to put up what's here so far, because the main important stuff is here. ^^
Gin found her at the kitchen table when he came in. She was leaning on it with one elbow, her eyes hidden behind the shadows of her auburn bangs. With her free hand, she was idly sorting through the small stack of mail. It was obvious that she was not concentrating on what she was doing, as she continued to place one envelope on top of another, again and again---long after the three parcels would have been figured out. It seemed almost out of character for her, considering her no-nonsense personality, and he knew that she must be deeply pondering over something---or several somethings.
"What did the doctor say?" the blonde grunted finally as he sat down across from her.
She did not look up. "He said . . . he said that I won't be able to have any more children," she answered then. Her voice was flat and scientific, despite her hesitation, but he could hear a mixture of emotions that she was trying to hold back, and perhaps did not even fully realize were there. Maybe she had tried to get over her feelings before he came home, though if she had tried such, it did not seem as though it had worked.
"I see. . . ." He watched as she spread out the three envelopes and stared blankly at them. They were just bills and junk mail, of course. There was not anyone who would be sending them any personal mail. She, perhaps, had friends from the life she had lived after running away from the Black Organization, but they did not know where she was now. That would be too dangerous, for all of them. He wondered sometimes if she regretted her decision, to come with him and Vodka. Perhaps she would have been happier staying back in her old life---though, honestly, he doubted that she would have been able to do so.
"How do you feel about that?" he asked then. He was unsure of what to say, really, or how he himself even felt. This entire experience had been so new, and bewildering, to him.
She shrugged. "I don't really know," she admitted, at last raising her gaze to meet his. Though her voice was steady, her blue eyes were filled with sadness and confusion that she was trying to hide. She looked lost, and Gin's own eyes narrowed when he saw it.
Now she tried to give a weak smirk. "Logically, I know I probably wouldn't have made a very good mother," she remarked. "But still . . . I don't know . . . I think a part of me . . . maybe some instinct of mine, wanted it." She pushed the envelopes aside. "When I found out I was pregnant, I was stunned. . . . I think over time, I got adjusted to the idea and was excited about it. And then . . ." She sighed, shaking her head.
Gin still remembered the shock he had felt when Vodka had called him in a panic, saying he had found her collapsed on the bathroom floor. He knew Vodka had hated to tell him such news, and that the poor man had probably wondered what on earth to do next. Gin had not known what to tell him. He remembered going to the hospital and seeing how frail and pale she looked, and then her opening her eyes and smirking weakly up at him, trying to reassure him that she was fine.
He had been stunned at first when he had been told that she had lost the baby. But even so, he had not been able to deny that he would rather it was the baby instead of her. He did not think that he would be able to bear losing her again, especially if it would be permanent. Perhaps it made him sound like a terrible, selfish person, but it was the truth and he had bitterly admitted it one night to Vodka. He had not told her at first, imagining that it would upset her when she was still trying to recover. Eventually, though, he had snapped and it had come out. Of course, she had not been surprised. She knew him too well.
"I don't think I've really absorbed what the doctor said yet," she said slowly, looking away again. "I think I'm still numb."
He nodded slowly, placing a finger underneath her chin and turning her to face him again. "I think you might have made a good mother, though," he mused. "You always seemed to like children, and you handled them well." He had never been entirely sure why that was, either. But he had suspected that part of it was because of their purity and innocence. It was something she envied about them. She had never had much of a childhood herself, even though he had tried to shelter her when she had been very small. And sometimes, he imagined, she wished that she could have held on to the innocence that children such as Ayumi Yoshida had.
She smirked a bit again. "Maybe, but the thought of you being a father is actually frightening." She reached up, taking his hand and placing it between both of hers as she leaned on the table with both elbows. "I don't think I would've gotten any sleep, worrying over what you'd be teaching a child of ours. Whether you would mean to or not, I'm sure he or she would pick up some less than desirable habits."
He grinned. "You never struck me as a worrier," he responded, leaning further forward as well.
"In that situation, I would be." A mischievous gleam came into her eye. "I wonder how Vodka would handle things."
"It would be torture for him, especially if the child idolized him." Gin looked all the more amused at the thought, though he could certainly understand Vodka's bewilderment in such a situation. The poor man would be utterly lost.
"Oh, the way Ayumi idolizes you?" She started to run her hands over his, all the while looking into those hooded green eyes. Whatever feelings he was hiding behind that smirk, she doubted she would ever know. Some secrets he still kept.
He grunted. "I never did understand her preferences." He took hold of her hand as he started to pull her towards him.
Amused, she allowed herself to be pulled out of the chair and around the table to where Gin was sitting. "But if she wasn't so crazy about you, maybe we wouldn't be here right now," she remarked, as Gin settled her onto his lap.
"Then I should thank her," he smirked, brushing some of the hair away from her face as he leaned in. His lips met hers, and she savored the kiss for a long moment before pulling back somewhat.
"Actually, you seemed to deal with her pretty well," she mused, brushing some of the unruly bangs out of Gin's eyes. "Maybe you wouldn't be so bad as a father, after all." She was only half-teasing. She could never forget the sight of the blonde awkwardly holding the seven-year-old's form as he had been hugged around the neck. He had looked as though he could not believe what was happening, but even so, his grip on the child had been firm and protective. He had not been about to let her go.
He gave her a Look. But then he decided to let the matter drop, in favor of their original conversation. He studied her deep blue eyes. "Will you be alright?" he asked quietly, sobering again.
She nodded. "I'll be fine," she replied firmly, and equally as softly. She returned his kiss, letting it linger for a moment before laying her head on his shoulder. A year ago, she would have scoffed at the idea that she could have such happiness, especially with this man. And though her feelings now were mixed and confused, and the melancholy remained, she knew that she could get through it. She had him with her, and that was what she wanted most of all.
Gin held her for several moments, again lost in the memories of the past weeks. So much had happened to them, and for better or worse, it had changed them. He felt inclined to wonder what would happen next, and if they would ever be granted more than a few moments of peace. He knew that she believed that they would continue to suffer, because of their pasts. It could very likely be true.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a shadow at the doorway that immediately fled, and then the amusement was back. "You can come in, Vodka," he said matter-of-factly.
She eased herself off of Gin's lap as she heard the other man's footsteps return in their direction. She could only imagine how mortified Vodka must be, if he had seen them. He was probably still blushing.
Abruptly Gin pulled her back down, to her momentary surprise. "You're my wife," he remarked in a low tone. "He'll just have to get used to finding us like this sometimes. There's no shame in it."
Instead of replying, she looked over as Vodka slowly shuffled into the kitchen. Though he tried to look away, she could easily see that his cheeks were flaming. Quickly he opened the fridge and became very interested in the contents as he took out the water pitcher. Then he opened the cupboard for a glass.
"You don't have to feel like you're interrupting," Gin grunted.
Vodka nodded weakly as he poured the water. "I know, bro," he mumbled. But that did not mean that he would not continue to feel that way.
Yesterday I also found a delightful surprise: a well-written Kunzite/Minako oneshot. X3 Now, I've hardly ever been interested in that pairing. I never thought it could work. But this person made it all come to life for me. Suddenly, I can see it happening and it doesn't seem far-fetched. And suddenly, I wish that the mangaka would have explored the angle, as she'd planned to do.I still don't like any of the other Senshi/General pairings, but now I love this one! I must include this pairing in the unfinished Sailor Moon story I'm overhauling.
Here is the story, for anyone who wants to take a peek: http://community.livejournal.com/fanfic100/2607862.html I think even people who don't like Sailor Moon might enjoy it. ^^
The other day I was telling Hamda about a picture of Setsunakou's second Pegasus doll that made me think of Sephiroth. She doesn't know that character, so I went for a picture. I found quite a nice fanart. Sephiroth is not a favorite of mine, but ... **puurr.**
I also got a plunnie, thanks to this picture. XD It would involve an AU where the FF7 cast lives on Earth and Sephiroth is a businessman. Then I thought of a different (and better) twist where it isn't an AU, but they somehow get sent to Earth (timewarp/dimensional rip?) and their memories are wiped clean of their pasts. They're thrown into new lives, including Sephiroth running a company. But maybe one of them keeps his memories (perhaps Reno?) and he has to figure out how to get everyone to remember and get them all back home. XD
I adore the idea, but I'm not sure if I could write it or when I'd get the chance. Also, I'd need to decide whether Sephiroth is sane or nuts while running the company. XD If he's nuts, hoo boy. Watch out world.
And I spent last evening writing the opening for chapter 3 of Snow White Queen, and then penning a blurb that would not be silent. XD It's for the ending of that story in the Good Enough For You timeline that I've wanted to write, but hesitated to. Of course, the story won't go away, and now that I've written this much of the ending blurb, I know I have to write the rest of it, and everything that comes before! I'm really pleased with it, I think it's very sweet and that it actually comes off quite romantic. It's not quite finished at the end, but I wanted to put up what's here so far, because the main important stuff is here. ^^
Gin found her at the kitchen table when he came in. She was leaning on it with one elbow, her eyes hidden behind the shadows of her auburn bangs. With her free hand, she was idly sorting through the small stack of mail. It was obvious that she was not concentrating on what she was doing, as she continued to place one envelope on top of another, again and again---long after the three parcels would have been figured out. It seemed almost out of character for her, considering her no-nonsense personality, and he knew that she must be deeply pondering over something---or several somethings.
"What did the doctor say?" the blonde grunted finally as he sat down across from her.
She did not look up. "He said . . . he said that I won't be able to have any more children," she answered then. Her voice was flat and scientific, despite her hesitation, but he could hear a mixture of emotions that she was trying to hold back, and perhaps did not even fully realize were there. Maybe she had tried to get over her feelings before he came home, though if she had tried such, it did not seem as though it had worked.
"I see. . . ." He watched as she spread out the three envelopes and stared blankly at them. They were just bills and junk mail, of course. There was not anyone who would be sending them any personal mail. She, perhaps, had friends from the life she had lived after running away from the Black Organization, but they did not know where she was now. That would be too dangerous, for all of them. He wondered sometimes if she regretted her decision, to come with him and Vodka. Perhaps she would have been happier staying back in her old life---though, honestly, he doubted that she would have been able to do so.
"How do you feel about that?" he asked then. He was unsure of what to say, really, or how he himself even felt. This entire experience had been so new, and bewildering, to him.
She shrugged. "I don't really know," she admitted, at last raising her gaze to meet his. Though her voice was steady, her blue eyes were filled with sadness and confusion that she was trying to hide. She looked lost, and Gin's own eyes narrowed when he saw it.
Now she tried to give a weak smirk. "Logically, I know I probably wouldn't have made a very good mother," she remarked. "But still . . . I don't know . . . I think a part of me . . . maybe some instinct of mine, wanted it." She pushed the envelopes aside. "When I found out I was pregnant, I was stunned. . . . I think over time, I got adjusted to the idea and was excited about it. And then . . ." She sighed, shaking her head.
Gin still remembered the shock he had felt when Vodka had called him in a panic, saying he had found her collapsed on the bathroom floor. He knew Vodka had hated to tell him such news, and that the poor man had probably wondered what on earth to do next. Gin had not known what to tell him. He remembered going to the hospital and seeing how frail and pale she looked, and then her opening her eyes and smirking weakly up at him, trying to reassure him that she was fine.
He had been stunned at first when he had been told that she had lost the baby. But even so, he had not been able to deny that he would rather it was the baby instead of her. He did not think that he would be able to bear losing her again, especially if it would be permanent. Perhaps it made him sound like a terrible, selfish person, but it was the truth and he had bitterly admitted it one night to Vodka. He had not told her at first, imagining that it would upset her when she was still trying to recover. Eventually, though, he had snapped and it had come out. Of course, she had not been surprised. She knew him too well.
"I don't think I've really absorbed what the doctor said yet," she said slowly, looking away again. "I think I'm still numb."
He nodded slowly, placing a finger underneath her chin and turning her to face him again. "I think you might have made a good mother, though," he mused. "You always seemed to like children, and you handled them well." He had never been entirely sure why that was, either. But he had suspected that part of it was because of their purity and innocence. It was something she envied about them. She had never had much of a childhood herself, even though he had tried to shelter her when she had been very small. And sometimes, he imagined, she wished that she could have held on to the innocence that children such as Ayumi Yoshida had.
She smirked a bit again. "Maybe, but the thought of you being a father is actually frightening." She reached up, taking his hand and placing it between both of hers as she leaned on the table with both elbows. "I don't think I would've gotten any sleep, worrying over what you'd be teaching a child of ours. Whether you would mean to or not, I'm sure he or she would pick up some less than desirable habits."
He grinned. "You never struck me as a worrier," he responded, leaning further forward as well.
"In that situation, I would be." A mischievous gleam came into her eye. "I wonder how Vodka would handle things."
"It would be torture for him, especially if the child idolized him." Gin looked all the more amused at the thought, though he could certainly understand Vodka's bewilderment in such a situation. The poor man would be utterly lost.
"Oh, the way Ayumi idolizes you?" She started to run her hands over his, all the while looking into those hooded green eyes. Whatever feelings he was hiding behind that smirk, she doubted she would ever know. Some secrets he still kept.
He grunted. "I never did understand her preferences." He took hold of her hand as he started to pull her towards him.
Amused, she allowed herself to be pulled out of the chair and around the table to where Gin was sitting. "But if she wasn't so crazy about you, maybe we wouldn't be here right now," she remarked, as Gin settled her onto his lap.
"Then I should thank her," he smirked, brushing some of the hair away from her face as he leaned in. His lips met hers, and she savored the kiss for a long moment before pulling back somewhat.
"Actually, you seemed to deal with her pretty well," she mused, brushing some of the unruly bangs out of Gin's eyes. "Maybe you wouldn't be so bad as a father, after all." She was only half-teasing. She could never forget the sight of the blonde awkwardly holding the seven-year-old's form as he had been hugged around the neck. He had looked as though he could not believe what was happening, but even so, his grip on the child had been firm and protective. He had not been about to let her go.
He gave her a Look. But then he decided to let the matter drop, in favor of their original conversation. He studied her deep blue eyes. "Will you be alright?" he asked quietly, sobering again.
She nodded. "I'll be fine," she replied firmly, and equally as softly. She returned his kiss, letting it linger for a moment before laying her head on his shoulder. A year ago, she would have scoffed at the idea that she could have such happiness, especially with this man. And though her feelings now were mixed and confused, and the melancholy remained, she knew that she could get through it. She had him with her, and that was what she wanted most of all.
Gin held her for several moments, again lost in the memories of the past weeks. So much had happened to them, and for better or worse, it had changed them. He felt inclined to wonder what would happen next, and if they would ever be granted more than a few moments of peace. He knew that she believed that they would continue to suffer, because of their pasts. It could very likely be true.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a shadow at the doorway that immediately fled, and then the amusement was back. "You can come in, Vodka," he said matter-of-factly.
She eased herself off of Gin's lap as she heard the other man's footsteps return in their direction. She could only imagine how mortified Vodka must be, if he had seen them. He was probably still blushing.
Abruptly Gin pulled her back down, to her momentary surprise. "You're my wife," he remarked in a low tone. "He'll just have to get used to finding us like this sometimes. There's no shame in it."
Instead of replying, she looked over as Vodka slowly shuffled into the kitchen. Though he tried to look away, she could easily see that his cheeks were flaming. Quickly he opened the fridge and became very interested in the contents as he took out the water pitcher. Then he opened the cupboard for a glass.
"You don't have to feel like you're interrupting," Gin grunted.
Vodka nodded weakly as he poured the water. "I know, bro," he mumbled. But that did not mean that he would not continue to feel that way.
Yesterday I also found a delightful surprise: a well-written Kunzite/Minako oneshot. X3 Now, I've hardly ever been interested in that pairing. I never thought it could work. But this person made it all come to life for me. Suddenly, I can see it happening and it doesn't seem far-fetched. And suddenly, I wish that the mangaka would have explored the angle, as she'd planned to do.
Here is the story, for anyone who wants to take a peek: http://community.livejournal.com/fanfic100/2607862.html I think even people who don't like Sailor Moon might enjoy it. ^^
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Date: 2007-01-13 05:22 pm (UTC)That story idea is really cool. ^_^ The FF7 cast on Earth... I'd love to see someone who's actually good at writing handle it, rather than some sugar-high thirteen-year-old writing "ZOMG CLOUD GETS SUCKED THROUGH MY TV!!!!1" XP
In addition to Reno remembering everything (because I like the idea of him remembering; he'd be all like... "Rude why don't you remember meee *angst*" except not quite like that, since that'd be kind of OOC), I thought Yuffie would be a good character to remember as well. I don't know why, the thought just occurred to me. *shrug* o.O
And I like the blurb! It was really interesting to read, since I've never (at least, I don't think I have...) read any full-blown romance by you. You do really well with it, by the way. ^^
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Date: 2007-01-14 12:23 am (UTC)Oooh, I like the idea of Yuffie remembering! And she and Reno have to try to work together!
I must read that story Stacey recommended where they're working together, to see how they'd interact.And thanks! ^^ For some reason, Gin/Sherry comes to me very very easily. X3
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Date: 2007-01-13 09:31 pm (UTC)This part with Gin and Sherry really was sweet! X3 I loved it. Seems lately whenever I read something of Gin and Sherry, my mind slowly makes a transition to Alchflaed and the Big Man. XD Though seems as though there are some amusing parallels, even with Vodka and Abracham being embarrassed.
. . . The Big Man as a father. Scary.
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Date: 2007-01-14 12:26 am (UTC)Maybe the reason why it happens is that Sephiroth is messing around again with some scheme and gets into something even he can't handle, and then it gets unleashed on everyone.
Thanks! XD I think possibly the scenes with Alchflaed and the Big Man have helped me to be able to be able to pull off stuff like what I just wrote. And LOL, I was thinking of the parallels as well.
Yes, scary indeed. XD So is Alchflaed as a mother.
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Date: 2007-01-14 03:27 am (UTC)I wonder what would happen if Kadaj was around.... I really like him and I think he was a fascinating antagonist. I've been trying to figure out if he's his own person at all or if he's pretty much just a piece of Sephiroth's soul. Kadaj has so much personality and passion, I just can't believe that he doesn't have his own soul, even though he is a remnant of Sephiroth.
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