Crisis Core Music Meme
For FreyatheDark because my FFVII big bang fic is painfully awful, I'm ridiculously ashamed, and none of you will ever, EVER see it.
But she did.
I'm so sorry.
Title: Three Moments
Pairing: light Zack/Angeal
Wordcount: ~600
Summary: Three moments with Zack and Angeal (and Genesis, because he's THAT sort of friend)
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Angeal didn't think of himself as an old man until the day Zack Fair romped his way into Angeal's life. Before, the sedentary nights of cafeteria cooking and a materia manual were a relaxing break from the fast-paced monotony of training. Genesis fought Sephiroth, Sephiroth won, Genesis made some pointed declaration and swore future victory, and they all went their separate ways unless Gen was feeling some deep sense of camaraderie - or spite - and wrangled them into an evening of awkward social outings.
With Zack nothing was monotonous. Angeal missed it.
“What does this do?” Zack asked, poking at the microwave.
Angeal replied absently, digging through his hall closet for his materia box. “Popcorn.” It was in here somewhere.
“And this?”
Angeal pushed aside his spare set of blankets with a frown, “Frozen chicken.”
“And this?”
“It eats babies!” Angeal gave up, slamming the door shut. Fine, he wasn't ready to hand Zack the power of fire, anyway.
“Angeal,” Zack called suspiciously.
“Yes..”
He crossed his arms and said seriously, “Your dishwasher does not cook frozen chicken.”
Angeal stared, “That's the dishwasher?”
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“Is there a reason you're looming in the shadows like a desperately dramatic thespian?” Genesis clucked, peering over the railing Angeal was not looming over.
“Hello, Genesis. How can I help you?”
“Oh, pardon me!” Gen grinned laciviously, eyes hooding, “I see the puppy's in fine form today, what with the sweaty wrestling and wet tee-shirt contest.”
“He's training!” Angeal snapped indignantly, “I'm noting his progress without my supervision!”
“And it has nothing to do with how delectably low those pants are sitting?” Genesis leaned out minutely farther and Angeal couldn't help but note it was entirely unnecessary. Gen saw better than a hawk. “Oh, my my. He really is that tan all over.”
“You never did tell me what you wanted, Genesis,” Angeal growled, crossing his arms and sidling between his best friend and the railing.
“Share?” He raised his eyebrows rakishly. “I promise I won't woo him. He looks clingy.”
“Why yes, I can tell Sephiroth you're looking for him!” Angeal said cheerfully, clapping Gen on the shoulder. “He'll be thrilled to train with you in ten minutes.” He leaned in pointedly, “You should really get ready for that.”
“Spoil sport,” Gen sighed, tossing over his shoulder as he left, “At least take pictures of his ass when you get your hands on it. I bet it's simply adorable.”
-
Angeal knew Zack was a capable SOLDIER, but risking him on the battlefield sent chills up his spin.
When the horde of Behemoths burst across the sky, Angeal had one moment to spare for Zack before he and the other generals were in the air. The blows rained blood on the earth and Sephiroth decapitated two in a graceful series of deadly maneuvers, but it was Genesis who caught Angeal's eye.
One vicious slash and Gen stretched out his arm towards the ground, pointing at the far corner.
Zack was surrounded.
Desperate, Angeal dealt the final blow down the spine of his beast and rushed towards his - his. Zack. His dark hair disappeared under the pressure of unidentified war machines and Angeal's heart stopped. It couldn't be, not now, not Zack, and the ground light up with hellfire.
The machines scattered across the battlefield, men and parts dashing across the ground as Zack leapt from the rubble, cutting down the survivors as he moved towards Angeal. Angeal caught his eye and Zack beamed proudly, bisecting a tank with jovial ease.
Puppy. Angeal's Hel's bedamned Puppy.
But she did.
I'm so sorry.
Title: Three Moments
Pairing: light Zack/Angeal
Wordcount: ~600
Summary: Three moments with Zack and Angeal (and Genesis, because he's THAT sort of friend)
-
Angeal didn't think of himself as an old man until the day Zack Fair romped his way into Angeal's life. Before, the sedentary nights of cafeteria cooking and a materia manual were a relaxing break from the fast-paced monotony of training. Genesis fought Sephiroth, Sephiroth won, Genesis made some pointed declaration and swore future victory, and they all went their separate ways unless Gen was feeling some deep sense of camaraderie - or spite - and wrangled them into an evening of awkward social outings.
With Zack nothing was monotonous. Angeal missed it.
“What does this do?” Zack asked, poking at the microwave.
Angeal replied absently, digging through his hall closet for his materia box. “Popcorn.” It was in here somewhere.
“And this?”
Angeal pushed aside his spare set of blankets with a frown, “Frozen chicken.”
“And this?”
“It eats babies!” Angeal gave up, slamming the door shut. Fine, he wasn't ready to hand Zack the power of fire, anyway.
“Angeal,” Zack called suspiciously.
“Yes..”
He crossed his arms and said seriously, “Your dishwasher does not cook frozen chicken.”
Angeal stared, “That's the dishwasher?”
-
“Is there a reason you're looming in the shadows like a desperately dramatic thespian?” Genesis clucked, peering over the railing Angeal was not looming over.
“Hello, Genesis. How can I help you?”
“Oh, pardon me!” Gen grinned laciviously, eyes hooding, “I see the puppy's in fine form today, what with the sweaty wrestling and wet tee-shirt contest.”
“He's training!” Angeal snapped indignantly, “I'm noting his progress without my supervision!”
“And it has nothing to do with how delectably low those pants are sitting?” Genesis leaned out minutely farther and Angeal couldn't help but note it was entirely unnecessary. Gen saw better than a hawk. “Oh, my my. He really is that tan all over.”
“You never did tell me what you wanted, Genesis,” Angeal growled, crossing his arms and sidling between his best friend and the railing.
“Share?” He raised his eyebrows rakishly. “I promise I won't woo him. He looks clingy.”
“Why yes, I can tell Sephiroth you're looking for him!” Angeal said cheerfully, clapping Gen on the shoulder. “He'll be thrilled to train with you in ten minutes.” He leaned in pointedly, “You should really get ready for that.”
“Spoil sport,” Gen sighed, tossing over his shoulder as he left, “At least take pictures of his ass when you get your hands on it. I bet it's simply adorable.”
-
Angeal knew Zack was a capable SOLDIER, but risking him on the battlefield sent chills up his spin.
When the horde of Behemoths burst across the sky, Angeal had one moment to spare for Zack before he and the other generals were in the air. The blows rained blood on the earth and Sephiroth decapitated two in a graceful series of deadly maneuvers, but it was Genesis who caught Angeal's eye.
One vicious slash and Gen stretched out his arm towards the ground, pointing at the far corner.
Zack was surrounded.
Desperate, Angeal dealt the final blow down the spine of his beast and rushed towards his - his. Zack. His dark hair disappeared under the pressure of unidentified war machines and Angeal's heart stopped. It couldn't be, not now, not Zack, and the ground light up with hellfire.
The machines scattered across the battlefield, men and parts dashing across the ground as Zack leapt from the rubble, cutting down the survivors as he moved towards Angeal. Angeal caught his eye and Zack beamed proudly, bisecting a tank with jovial ease.
Puppy. Angeal's Hel's bedamned Puppy.