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Title: "Unknown"
Fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Bonus: guilty, weapon, broken
Team: Team Ice
Challenge: 20. Punishment, 35. Unknown @
50ficletsRating/Warnings: PG
Summary/Other Info: Lightning faces the unknown.
Lightning stared into the abyss, watching as the mannequin army approached her group. Her mind temporarily strayed to why she was imprisoned here, wondering if it was some kind of punishment for past deeds. She wondered if she should feel guilty.
She shook her head, she needed to focus on the here and now, or else she would be of no use to her comrades. She took a deep breath and hefted her weapon, this was the moment, the end. This is where they would make their final stand. She would fight and continue to fight until she was broken.
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Title: "Memories"
Fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Bonus: weapon, guilt
Team: Team Ice
Challenge: 20. Punishment, 36. Memory @
50ficletsRating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary/Other Info: Cloud is inspired to fight.
It was one of those moments when he wished he remembered nothing, the memory was stifling. His weapon had been knocked from his hands, he was once again at the mercy of the same man.
His mind’s eye was filled with that same frozen gaze, no trace of guilt, as he ran him through in that laboratory, a severed head in one hand. His mind had broken in that moment and he wanted nothing more than to destroy the man before him. He surged up to fight again, this time the memory an urge to fight on, not a punishment.
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Title: "Lost and Found"
Fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Bonus: none
Team: Team Ice
Challenge: 20. Punishment, 37. Missing @
50ficletsRating/Warnings: PG
Summary/Other Info: Cloud wonders why they are here.
Firion awoke to discover that his companion was missing. He glanced around seeking the older man’s tell-tale, spiky hair. He saw him sitting in shadow, just beyond the dwindling light of the fire.
“What are you doing, Cloud?”
“Thinking.”
“About what?”
“Why are we here?”
“We are here to fight, to maintain the balance, to achieve our dreams.”
“I have no dream, I must be here for something I have done. This world of endless warfare is my punishment.”
“But then we wouldn’t have met.” Firion said, smiling, brushing his fingers across Cloud’s cheek.
“I suppose that is true.”
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Title: "Small Gifts"
Fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Bonus: weapon, broken
Team: Team Ice
Challenge: 20. Punishment, 38. Gift @
50ficletsRating/Warnings: PG
Summary/Other Info: Cloud wonders who she is.
Cloud was leaning against a pillar, his body broken and exhausted after his fight with the enemy. His weapon lay by his side, as tired as he was. He had won the fight, but it had a high cost. As his mind drifted off to sleep he heard a soft voice.
“Keep fighting Cloud, I believe in you.”
“Aerith...” The word coming to his lips, although he had no idea where it came from. It began to rain, soothing his punished body. He glimpsed a beautiful girl in his head before drifting off to sleep, grateful for the momentary peace.
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Title: "Ghosts"
Fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Bonus: guilty
Team: Team Ice
Challenge: 20. Punishment, 39. Supernatural @
50ficletsRating/Warnings: PG
Summary/Other Info: Cloud wonders about the person who haunts him.
Cloud wondered who she was, the girl who haunted the few memories he had like a ghost. He was sure she was not a part of this world. He could feel his stomach do flip-flops when he thought of her face. He felt guilty for not remembering her name.
“Cloud.”
“Who are you?”
“Hmmm... I wonder?”
“Why can’t you just tell me?”
“I will stop punishing you when you stop giving up, fight Cloud and you will find your way home.”
He nodded, he would fight on to find his way home and above everything else learn her name.
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Title: "Mesmerizing"
Fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Bonus: weapon, guilty, imprison
Team: Team Ice
Challenge: 20. Punishment, 40. Awe @
50ficletsRating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary/Other Info: Gabranth wants the silver haired swordsman.
Gabranth watched him from the shadows as Sephiroth practiced with his weapon. He was poetry in motion, every thrust of his sword as beautiful as it was punishing. The leather garments swirling about him, accenting the motion. Gabranth knew that any opponent facing that skill would be broken instantly.
He watched in awe of the deadly efficiency. He felt guilty for wanting Sephiroth’s frozen gaze on him, those eyes to imprison him where he stood. He wanted Sephiroth to look at him and only him. He would remain silent, patiently waiting for a chance to have him as his own.