Multiamory March reposts, 31-35
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Multiamory March drabbles, prompts from 31 to 35, because I don't want to post them ten at a time. Not yet, anyway.
(I wish it were possible to add large numbers of tags to DW entries more easily. That's what I'd need for entries like this. Too tired to deal it now... I'll try to do it later.)
Prompt 31: Sun
(FFX, Lulu/Wakka/Luzzu, which is pretty much the only way I’ll accept Wakka and Lulu being married. Ace character. SFW.)
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Prompt #32: Night
(FFVI, Kefka/Terra/Celes. Unhealthy relationships, power dynamics and manipulation.)
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Prompt 33: Bed
(FFVIII, Irvine/Zell/Selphie. SFW.)
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Prompt #34: Picture.
(Final Fantasy VII, Cloud x Zack x Aeris. Dialogue-only, SFW.)
Prompt 35: Sex
(FFVII/AC, Cloud/Tifa/Barret. Adult themes, but nothing explicit.)
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(I wish it were possible to add large numbers of tags to DW entries more easily. That's what I'd need for entries like this. Too tired to deal it now... I'll try to do it later.)
Prompt 31: Sun
(FFX, Lulu/Wakka/Luzzu, which is pretty much the only way I’ll accept Wakka and Lulu being married. Ace character. SFW.)
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The sun is up, and you wait for Luzzu to come back as Wakka sleeps.
Luzzu still wakes at midnight and watches the sea until dawn; the Eternal Calm is still new, yet. Wakka has asked him to stay, but routines are comforting. Let him watch, you say, until he's ready.
You offer him food, friendship, a place to rest. As for Wakka... he understands how little pleasure you take in bed, and the three of you have always been close. You let them have their pleasures.
You see him approach, and smile warmly as he joins you for breakfast.
Prompt #32: Night
(FFVI, Kefka/Terra/Celes. Unhealthy relationships, power dynamics and manipulation.)
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Celes wakes in an opulent bed, the taste of greasepaint on her tongue. Kefka’s nearby, whistling in his sleep, and when she sits up she sees Terra watching the night sky.
She stands slowly, not thinking about what she’d done, and joins her. “Terra, are you all right?”
“Yes… why?” Terra answers, still looking away. Celes can see dark marks and scratches next to tattered red lace.
“I’m sorry,” Celes said. “I should’ve… I mean…”
“It’s okay,” Terra insists. “It must be okay. He asked me, right??”
Celes pushes aside the urge to take her hand. She has no right.
Prompt 33: Bed
(FFVIII, Irvine/Zell/Selphie. SFW.)
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Zell doesn’t think having boundaries is unreasonable! Garden students have to study and work in close quarters, even the off-campus guys like him. It’s nice to have a place of his own!
He’s tried to explain, but Irvine and Selphie don’t get it. First thing Selphie does is sit on his bed, which is about as private as it gets! And Irvine…!? Zell knows that he’s surprised to see his awesome gun collection; most people are. But does he have to mess it up?!
Of course he loves them both, but they’ve gotta learn not to push him so much!
Prompt #34: Picture.
(Final Fantasy VII, Cloud x Zack x Aeris. Dialogue-only, SFW.)
“Hey, you! Take this and snap a pic of us three!”
“Now, Zack? When I’ve been digging all day?”
“Who cares? You know you’re always beautiful, an’ - hey, Cloud! I said us three!”
“Me? Seriously?”
“Who else? And take off that helmet! What’s the point if we can’t tell it’s you?”
“What... I... Aeris? A little help??”
“Sorry, but if I’ve got to be covered in dirt, you’ve gotta join in too!”
“Okay, okay... this is embarrassing….”
“Hey, we’ll be glad we have this picture one day! You two ready?”
“Yeah!”
“Sure…”
“Here we go! One... two... three!”
*snap*
Prompt 35: Sex
(FFVII/AC, Cloud/Tifa/Barret. Adult themes, but nothing explicit.)
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Whenever Cloud and Barret were home, they always arranged a night when the kids could be looked after by someone else. Tifa had insisted very firmly on that.
Their nights weren’t as wild as their friends might’ve expected. Sometimes the old wounds were too painful, and they just sat around and talk. Sex, when it happened, was awkward at best; even the largest bed in their house was barely big enough, and between Barret’s bad arm and Tifa’s scars, finding a comfortable position could be tough.
They managed to laugh it off and go on, though. That made it better.