There is joy in little things
Sephiroth. Cloud. Serious talk. Hard liquor. Music. This can't end well.
The second coolest person in the world invites Cloud back to the barracks for...a drink. Pre-game, pre-Nibelheim fluff.
Reno won't let Rude be alone on Christmas eve, even if nothing goes quite according to plan. Set post-Advent Children, but no real spoilers.
(Advent Children) Yazoo was the only one of them that had any experience with the outside world....
The lights went out as the ID scan was performed. In the dark, a hand on his crotch. "Keep talking," Tseng's breath was warm in his ear.
"It's best not to think about the complicated maneuvers required to get the innocuous-looking piece of plastic into his somewhat sweaty palm." Rufus does a little early-morning trespassing.
"Surely the fact that he was letting his own son touch him and finding it sexually arousing branded him forever as some kind of pervert." This is your warning now: there is GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF...
"It had begun with an argument, which was hardly unusual, considering it was Valentine." Pre-Jenova Project Turk fic.
General Sephiroth had never understood Othello. The idea that a few whispered phrases could trigger a man to murder someone he loved was simply ridiculous.
"'How much?' he asked roughly, catching a glimpse of the piercing glittering in the top of his left ear and the bright ribbons woven into his red hair."
The sacrifice meets the one who will wield the blade.
Sephiroth lashes out at one who wishes to save him.
Vincent weighs costs and pays debts.
Seduced, used and discarded...