Cid/Shera: For richer, for poorer
Title: For richer, for poorer
Canon: FFVII: Advent Children
Theme + Number: 28) Gold Saucer, 87) Second, 57) Random, 16) Electricity, 21) Materia
Claim: Cid/Shera
Characters/Pairings included: Cloud
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Strong language
Summary: Cid/Shera drabbles, snippets exploring their relationship through the years. The rest can be found here.
Spoilers: none
(i)
The Gold Saucer was world famous and, as Cid reminded everyone, a fucking rip-off. But they got their tickets, the children’s faces shining, and Shera was just as excited. As they debated where to go first, Cid scowled.
“It’s the same music every goddamn time. Drives me crazy.”
“I like it,” said Shera. “It’s lively.”
“It’s fucking annoying.”
She smiled. “You grumpy old man. Come on, enjoy yourself.”
They went on the gondola, and as the music faded and the stars appeared, Cid took Shera’s hand and for a moment, he felt as though they were back on their honeymoon.
(ii)
“Goddammit,” Cid growled, as he lost on the chocobo races for the fifth time. “Just one more bet...”
Rose tugged at his sleeve. “Dad, I’m bored. Can we go on the rollercoaster now?”
Shera’s eyes strayed to their fellow gamblers. “Maybe we should.”
Cid’s hand tightened over hers, but in that second he realised that she was in no danger. He was. Everyone had their vices and he saw them now, the ones who couldn’t stop coming back for more. Cid had no desire to acquire another addiction.
“Those overgrown chickens aren’t worth it,” he muttered, and led them away.
(iii)
When the knock came, Shera glanced at Cid but he didn’t look up from his magazine. She answered the door instead.
A young man held out a package. “Strife Delivery-”
“Cloud! How nice to see you.”
“Who is it?” Cid growled behind her. “If it’s some door-to-door salesman, I’ll kick his ass right now.” He stumped over, and grinned. “Good to see you, kid. How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing,” said Cloud. “It’s... sort of a present.”
“Pretty shoddily wrapped present...”
“Cid,” Shera rebuked him.
Cid ripped open the package to reveal... a hot water bottle.
“...The fuck?”
(iv)
There were certain things in life that Cid couldn’t fix, so he had to pay someone else to do it instead. One of them was the electric stove, a new and complicated appliance. He and Shera returned to the store they had bought it from to find out how much it would cost to repair. When he found out, he lost his temper.
The repairwoman told him calmly that he wasn’t allowed to fucking smoke in this fucking shop and he could swear if he fucking wanted but she was fucking equal to it.
Shera handled the transaction after that.
(v)
“There’s no market for materia any more. No one’s buying.”
“Why not?”
Cid shrugged. “Scared, I s’pose. Afraid they might get retribution from the Planet.”
“But you’ve been using it for years.”
“Yeah, but we always meant to give it back to the Planet. That’s what you’ve gotta remember. This land we live on ain’t our land. It’s the Planet’s. Humans just run around on it for a while, and then they think they can stick their fences in the dirt and call it theirs. Whatever you take from the Planet, you have to give back. Even your own life.”
Canon: FFVII: Advent Children
Theme + Number: 28) Gold Saucer, 87) Second, 57) Random, 16) Electricity, 21) Materia
Claim: Cid/Shera
Characters/Pairings included: Cloud
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Strong language
Summary: Cid/Shera drabbles, snippets exploring their relationship through the years. The rest can be found here.
Spoilers: none
(i)
The Gold Saucer was world famous and, as Cid reminded everyone, a fucking rip-off. But they got their tickets, the children’s faces shining, and Shera was just as excited. As they debated where to go first, Cid scowled.
“It’s the same music every goddamn time. Drives me crazy.”
“I like it,” said Shera. “It’s lively.”
“It’s fucking annoying.”
She smiled. “You grumpy old man. Come on, enjoy yourself.”
They went on the gondola, and as the music faded and the stars appeared, Cid took Shera’s hand and for a moment, he felt as though they were back on their honeymoon.
(ii)
“Goddammit,” Cid growled, as he lost on the chocobo races for the fifth time. “Just one more bet...”
Rose tugged at his sleeve. “Dad, I’m bored. Can we go on the rollercoaster now?”
Shera’s eyes strayed to their fellow gamblers. “Maybe we should.”
Cid’s hand tightened over hers, but in that second he realised that she was in no danger. He was. Everyone had their vices and he saw them now, the ones who couldn’t stop coming back for more. Cid had no desire to acquire another addiction.
“Those overgrown chickens aren’t worth it,” he muttered, and led them away.
(iii)
When the knock came, Shera glanced at Cid but he didn’t look up from his magazine. She answered the door instead.
A young man held out a package. “Strife Delivery-”
“Cloud! How nice to see you.”
“Who is it?” Cid growled behind her. “If it’s some door-to-door salesman, I’ll kick his ass right now.” He stumped over, and grinned. “Good to see you, kid. How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing,” said Cloud. “It’s... sort of a present.”
“Pretty shoddily wrapped present...”
“Cid,” Shera rebuked him.
Cid ripped open the package to reveal... a hot water bottle.
“...The fuck?”
(iv)
There were certain things in life that Cid couldn’t fix, so he had to pay someone else to do it instead. One of them was the electric stove, a new and complicated appliance. He and Shera returned to the store they had bought it from to find out how much it would cost to repair. When he found out, he lost his temper.
The repairwoman told him calmly that he wasn’t allowed to fucking smoke in this fucking shop and he could swear if he fucking wanted but she was fucking equal to it.
Shera handled the transaction after that.
(v)
“There’s no market for materia any more. No one’s buying.”
“Why not?”
Cid shrugged. “Scared, I s’pose. Afraid they might get retribution from the Planet.”
“But you’ve been using it for years.”
“Yeah, but we always meant to give it back to the Planet. That’s what you’ve gotta remember. This land we live on ain’t our land. It’s the Planet’s. Humans just run around on it for a while, and then they think they can stick their fences in the dirt and call it theirs. Whatever you take from the Planet, you have to give back. Even your own life.”