Worse Things Happen At Sea [Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Vincent, R]
Title: Worse Things Happen At Sea
Author: emerald_embers
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, morbid themes.
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts/FFVII, Cid/Vincent: Happy endings - Through Hell and high water.
Word count: 1046
Summary: Hell and high water was a literal expression, or so it seemed.
A/N: I'm sorry, my prompter, I had to write this in a day because I'm a moron and mixed my dates up, but I hope this didn't turn out too bad!
Cid didn't spit out his tea; had paid too damn much for it, so settled instead for choking as he swallowed the last of it down.
Holy shit.
"Mind your language," Vincent deadpanned. "There are children nearby."
"How the -"
"Excuse me," Vincent interrupted politely, eyes glazing over as he walked past Cid to the decidedly unmade bed, unbuckled his even more bedraggled than usual cloak, and collapsed onto the mattress.
"Fucking shoes," Cid muttered, working on autopilot with shaking hands as he pulled the weirdly anachronistic leather boots off his sleeping friend before manhandling him into a more comfortable position and brushing hair that was noticeably shorter than usual back from his face just to be sure.
Holy shit.
Sure enough, come morning, Vincent was still there. Not in the bed, but there, tall enough to look out of the tiny window Cid needed a stool to reach, expression unreadable. Sunlight looked kind of funny on him, but he suited it.
"You, uh -" Cid started before giving up, wishing he had his damned cigarettes, even the stupid gum to give him the little bit of calm he seriously needed right now.
"You were stuck, right, we didn't - " Fuck. Fuck, he remembered having to drag Yuffie away kicking and screaming, she'd been too young to see a friend lost to circumstances. He remembered the tunnel collapsing, had dreamt about it far too many times since their home was destroyed.
"Yes. Oblivion didn't take to me well." Vincent smiled, a little wry, and hey, apparently weird things just came in multiples.
"Then - how the fuck -"
"Cid," Vincent cut across, turning away from the window. "A charming young man found me. We had a charming conversation, through which I realised he was charmingly insane, and then we were rescued by his equally charming friends. What more do you need to know?"
"Where the Hell were you? You were gone - for fuck's sake, I mourned you!"
Vincent narrowed his eyes just a little before walking over to Cid's workbench, investigating without touching anything. "The answer's in the question."
"What th-" Cid froze, getting up out of the chair he'd fallen asleep in. "No."
"I had many debts to pay," Vincent said quietly as if that made everything okay, going still but not stiff when Cid gripped his shoulder, squeezed it.
"I don't," Cid began before glaring, angry at the thought and angrier at himself for being enough of an idiot to get upset. Like it would help. "Welcome back."
Vincent's strange smile returned. "Thank you."
Yuffie punched Vincent in the face, burst into tears and hugged him when she found out. Aeris skipped step one, moved straight onto tears and hugging. Cloud just went straight for the hug; an uncomfortably long one at that.
They all seemed to be dealing much more quickly and much more effectively with Vincent being back than Cid was - probably used to it after Aeris and Sephiroth, in all likelihood - but then, they hadn't been as involved with Vincent.
Well, they'd been involved - but not involved involved.
Vincent was still ridiculously beautiful, and the shorter hair did suit him even though Cid knew it meant he wouldn't get to see it clinging to his back and shoulders like an invitation after a shower anymore, so when they returned to Cid's house and Vincent kissed him hard his body certainly had no complaints; but that didn't fix things. He had to know.
"Don't tell me everything if you don't want," Cid said, keeping a little distance between them as he pulled off his t-shirt. "But give me a little respect. How did you get back?"
Vincent dropped the second of his boots on the floor and hesitated before releasing a careful, slow breath. "Crabs are involved."
"I might fucking hate crabs but I still want to know," Cid snapped.
Vincent cocked his head to the side, shrugged, and continued.
It was weird, freaky, and weird again, sometimes funny and finally fantastic as Vincent relayed the story. Cid had never been the best listener for anything over five minutes that didn't involve space but he could listen well enough when pirates were involved - and squids, and giant sea goddesses, and ships capsizing, and Hell, even the fucking crabs were kind of awesome in the end. And Vincent seemed to uncoil a little as he talked, although the stripping off probably helped with that, and the getting into bed definitely did.
And then Vincent stopped. In the middle of a battle where the pretty girl and damsel-in-distress guy were just getting married. "And then?"
Vincent stopped stroking Cid's erection and glared, which didn't really do anything to discourage said erection. "And then I'm not telling you the ending with my mouth full."
Cid went to protest, paused, and thought better of it. "It can wait."
Vincent was true to his word, resumed the story a few seconds after swallowing although there were a few stuttered moments as Cid returned the favour and he was never going to be able to scrub the image of Vincent saying "And they, aah, they needed a new, a new Captain, and he was dying, so, God, theycutouthisheartandI'mcoming," from his mind, ever.
Vincent was quiet after that, but it didn't really matter. Vincent's part in that story was more or less over, and Cid could find out how he'd travelled from that world to this one later.
Unbelievable, but it meant Vincent was here with him again. He could set aside logic for that. "You, uh, glad to be back?" He asked, wrapping an arm around Vincent's waist and pressing back against the wall so they could just about fit together on the single bed comfortably. That would need to be changed damn quickly.
"I remember a time when you asked sensible questions, Cid Highwind."
"You hadn't died yet," Cid growled, a little meanly, before nuzzling Vincent's hair anyway.
"I don't expect to repeat the experience anytime soon," Vincent replied, similarly sardonic, before sinking his head into the pillow and going quiet.
It was still a jolt, albeit a pleasant one, when Vincent mumbled a good few minutes later, "Of course I'm glad. I'm home."
The End
Author: emerald_embers
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, morbid themes.
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts/FFVII, Cid/Vincent: Happy endings - Through Hell and high water.
Word count: 1046
Summary: Hell and high water was a literal expression, or so it seemed.
A/N: I'm sorry, my prompter, I had to write this in a day because I'm a moron and mixed my dates up, but I hope this didn't turn out too bad!
Cid didn't spit out his tea; had paid too damn much for it, so settled instead for choking as he swallowed the last of it down.
Holy shit.
"Mind your language," Vincent deadpanned. "There are children nearby."
"How the -"
"Excuse me," Vincent interrupted politely, eyes glazing over as he walked past Cid to the decidedly unmade bed, unbuckled his even more bedraggled than usual cloak, and collapsed onto the mattress.
"Fucking shoes," Cid muttered, working on autopilot with shaking hands as he pulled the weirdly anachronistic leather boots off his sleeping friend before manhandling him into a more comfortable position and brushing hair that was noticeably shorter than usual back from his face just to be sure.
Holy shit.
Sure enough, come morning, Vincent was still there. Not in the bed, but there, tall enough to look out of the tiny window Cid needed a stool to reach, expression unreadable. Sunlight looked kind of funny on him, but he suited it.
"You, uh -" Cid started before giving up, wishing he had his damned cigarettes, even the stupid gum to give him the little bit of calm he seriously needed right now.
"You were stuck, right, we didn't - " Fuck. Fuck, he remembered having to drag Yuffie away kicking and screaming, she'd been too young to see a friend lost to circumstances. He remembered the tunnel collapsing, had dreamt about it far too many times since their home was destroyed.
"Yes. Oblivion didn't take to me well." Vincent smiled, a little wry, and hey, apparently weird things just came in multiples.
"Then - how the fuck -"
"Cid," Vincent cut across, turning away from the window. "A charming young man found me. We had a charming conversation, through which I realised he was charmingly insane, and then we were rescued by his equally charming friends. What more do you need to know?"
"Where the Hell were you? You were gone - for fuck's sake, I mourned you!"
Vincent narrowed his eyes just a little before walking over to Cid's workbench, investigating without touching anything. "The answer's in the question."
"What th-" Cid froze, getting up out of the chair he'd fallen asleep in. "No."
"I had many debts to pay," Vincent said quietly as if that made everything okay, going still but not stiff when Cid gripped his shoulder, squeezed it.
"I don't," Cid began before glaring, angry at the thought and angrier at himself for being enough of an idiot to get upset. Like it would help. "Welcome back."
Vincent's strange smile returned. "Thank you."
Yuffie punched Vincent in the face, burst into tears and hugged him when she found out. Aeris skipped step one, moved straight onto tears and hugging. Cloud just went straight for the hug; an uncomfortably long one at that.
They all seemed to be dealing much more quickly and much more effectively with Vincent being back than Cid was - probably used to it after Aeris and Sephiroth, in all likelihood - but then, they hadn't been as involved with Vincent.
Well, they'd been involved - but not involved involved.
Vincent was still ridiculously beautiful, and the shorter hair did suit him even though Cid knew it meant he wouldn't get to see it clinging to his back and shoulders like an invitation after a shower anymore, so when they returned to Cid's house and Vincent kissed him hard his body certainly had no complaints; but that didn't fix things. He had to know.
"Don't tell me everything if you don't want," Cid said, keeping a little distance between them as he pulled off his t-shirt. "But give me a little respect. How did you get back?"
Vincent dropped the second of his boots on the floor and hesitated before releasing a careful, slow breath. "Crabs are involved."
"I might fucking hate crabs but I still want to know," Cid snapped.
Vincent cocked his head to the side, shrugged, and continued.
It was weird, freaky, and weird again, sometimes funny and finally fantastic as Vincent relayed the story. Cid had never been the best listener for anything over five minutes that didn't involve space but he could listen well enough when pirates were involved - and squids, and giant sea goddesses, and ships capsizing, and Hell, even the fucking crabs were kind of awesome in the end. And Vincent seemed to uncoil a little as he talked, although the stripping off probably helped with that, and the getting into bed definitely did.
And then Vincent stopped. In the middle of a battle where the pretty girl and damsel-in-distress guy were just getting married. "And then?"
Vincent stopped stroking Cid's erection and glared, which didn't really do anything to discourage said erection. "And then I'm not telling you the ending with my mouth full."
Cid went to protest, paused, and thought better of it. "It can wait."
Vincent was true to his word, resumed the story a few seconds after swallowing although there were a few stuttered moments as Cid returned the favour and he was never going to be able to scrub the image of Vincent saying "And they, aah, they needed a new, a new Captain, and he was dying, so, God, theycutouthisheartandI'mcoming," from his mind, ever.
Vincent was quiet after that, but it didn't really matter. Vincent's part in that story was more or less over, and Cid could find out how he'd travelled from that world to this one later.
Unbelievable, but it meant Vincent was here with him again. He could set aside logic for that. "You, uh, glad to be back?" He asked, wrapping an arm around Vincent's waist and pressing back against the wall so they could just about fit together on the single bed comfortably. That would need to be changed damn quickly.
"I remember a time when you asked sensible questions, Cid Highwind."
"You hadn't died yet," Cid growled, a little meanly, before nuzzling Vincent's hair anyway.
"I don't expect to repeat the experience anytime soon," Vincent replied, similarly sardonic, before sinking his head into the pillow and going quiet.
It was still a jolt, albeit a pleasant one, when Vincent mumbled a good few minutes later, "Of course I'm glad. I'm home."
The End