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Title: Handbasket
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII [OGC pre-game]
Rating: soft PG
Warnings: Boys in skirts and other boys approving
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud: Halloween costumes - Sephiroth made a sexy Big Bad Wolf, and Cloud in red…? Hot.
Word count: 1330
Summary: Sephiroth was starting to think Zack was making up holidays for the sake of dressing them up in strange clothes.
His pants had more holes in them than leather. Sephiroth frowned as he laced the belt, able to think of only sentence capable of summing up how surreal this whole experience was.
"How did you talk me into this?"
"Beats me," Zack said cheerfully over one shoulder, doubled-over as he laced his boots. "My good looks and charming personality?"
"I doubt that," Sephiroth remarked idly, most of his attention on trying to figure out how to fasten the cuff of silver fur around his wrist.
"Here, lemme get that." Zack stood, still shirtless, and caught Sephiroth's wrist in strong fingers. Sephiroth surrendered gracefully and watched as Zack fastened first one cuff, then the other.
A satisfied nod. "There we go. Can you manage the collar or do you want a hand?"
"Please." Sephiroth pulled his hair over one fur-trimmed shoulder to bare the back of his neck, trying without much success not to feel like a fool. "This is ridiculous."
"Naw, you're just not in the Halloween spirit yet." Zack's chin bumped Sephiroth's shoulder blade as he grinned. "This is fun."
Sephiroth arched an eloquent eyebrow, trusting Zack to hear it in his voice even if he couldn't see it. "I fail to see how being half-naked and edged in fake fur is supposed to be fun."
Zack chuckled. "Hey, I've seen you wear less to board meetings, Mr. Leather Pants Count As A Uniform. Stop being such a sissy about it. There." The catch slid home and Zack came around his front to take a look. "Nice," he approved, one hand sneaking out to straighten the waistband of Sephiroth's dubious approximation of trousers. "Now sit yourself down and I'll put on your war paint. Watch out for your tail."
Sephiroth settled carefully on the edge of the bed, assorted bits of fur scratching against his skin. Zack approached with brush in hand, flashing Sephiroth a grin as he got to work.
"Remind me again what all this… frippery is in aid of?" Sephiroth asked as Zack worked.
Zack made a face at him. "Oh, come on Seph! You're the Big Bad Wolf! Chin up." The brush slid smoothly across Sephiroth's face, thin lines of paint following cool in its wake. "You know - blows down houses and eats small children?"
"Lovely," Sephiroth said, his voice too flat and Zack whacked him lightly on the shoulder.
"Stop that. The whole point of Halloween is to dress up as something you're not, remember?" A curl of paint along his eyelids. "Besides," Zack said, leaning back to appraise him with a critical eye and a fond grin. "You make a really hot wolf."
"You're impossible," Sephiroth said, though mildly.
Zack chuckled. "Usually." He set aside the brush and reached across the bed for his costume shirt, warm skin brushing against Sephiroth's. "You know you'd be bored without me."
"Perhaps," Sephiroth allowed, shifting back slightly.
Soft flannel stretched snugly across Zack's chest as he fastened the buttons, hugging like a second skin. He made only a desultory attempt at tucking it in before turning to the sleeves, tanned fingers rolling them up with neat, practiced motions. He shrugged into his suspenders and reached for the prop axe leaning against the foot of his bed, slinging it easily over one shoulder. Then he turned, free hand cocked rakishly on his hip. "How do I look?"
Sephiroth considered. "Rustic."
Zack laughed. "Well, I was going for sexy, but I guess that'll do. All that's left is convincing Cloud to come out in public with us."
Sephiroth thought about that. "One of the three little pigs?" he guessed, bending down to pull on his boots before Zack could find something suitably ridiculous for him to wear.
The wicked grin in Zack's voice wasn't particularly reassuring. "Not exactly." His voice lifted. "How's it going in there, Cloud?"
The resounding silence from the vicinity of the bathroom sounded decidedly unimpressed and Sephiroth kept his eyes firmly fixed on the buckle he was fastening, letting Zack deal with it.
Zack sighed. "You may as well come out, you know. I'll just come in after you." His tone went wheedling. "Come on Spike, I'm sure you look great."
A heartbeat's breath and when the door slammed open it hit the wall hard enough to crack the plaster.
"You are such a bastard!" Cloud's voice declared, sounding low and seriously pissed off. "I am not wearing this!"
Zack made a sound somewhere between admiring and hungry and Sephiroth took one deep breath before he sat up to find out what Zack had done this time.
Stockings.
Sephiroth's mind stalled on the thought and he was sure his eyes were embarrassingly wide as he stared at the white fabric clinging lovingly to Cloud's legs from feet to thighs. He was wearing red shoes, some absent part of Sephiroth noticed, shiny patent things that matched the innocent air stockings like those were supposed to convey. They were not, Sephiroth thought, doing a particularly good job at that.
Cloud stalked forwards, white-clad legs brushing against each other in a terribly distracting fashion, and Sephiroth lifted his eyes to the almost obscene amount of bare skin showing between the top of the stockings and the bottom of the… well. He would have wondered how Zack had talked Cloud into wearing a dress, though he wasn't sure the swell of blue satin and crinoline barely covering Cloud's assets really counted as one. Cloud's hands were fisted on his hips, a wig the same blond as Cloud's hair clenched in one white-knuckled grip. The not-quite-a-dress came high on Cloud's chest, an effusion of lace and gathered fabric doing a surprisingly good job at hiding Cloud's… gender difficulties with the costume. A short red cape was tied at his throat, drawing attention to the pale span of his shoulders, the graceful arch of his neck.
"Zack," Cloud growled, fire snapping in his voice, and Sephiroth dragged his eyes up to find Cloud flush-cheeked and furious, looking just moments away from strangling Zack with his bare hands.
Sephiroth was fairly certain that shouldn't have been nearly as attractive as it was.
"Wow," Zack managed after a heavy pause. He coughed and tried again, tearing his attention away from bare skin and white stockings with obvious reluctance. For once, Sephiroth wasn't really sure he could blame him. "Looks good." His grin crooked. "Need any help with the wig?"
Cloud bared his teeth. "Dammit Zack! I'm not wearing this!"
"Why not? No one'll recognize you. And besides," Zack's arm snaked out and caught Sephiroth by the wrist, tugging him to his feet. "We can't have a Big Bad Wolf and a daring woodsman without a Red Riding Hood, right?"
For some reason that made Cloud falter, some of the fire leaving his eyes even as his flush deepened. "That's," he started, then seemed to get stuck, fidgeting uncomfortably.
"Zack said that this holiday is for pretending to be something you're not," Sephiroth offered, not quite sure whether he was helping or not. "Zack's taste in costumes may be questionable but he's certainly accomplished that much."
"Cynic," Zack accused, slinging an arm around Sephiroth's shoulders as he flashed a reassuring grin at Cloud. "If it really bugs you we'll think of something else, okay?"
Cloud squirmed some more. "People are gonna laugh," he muttered, not even close to a no.
"I rather doubt that," Sephiroth felt compelled to say, with a quirk of his lips that earned a small smile from Cloud and a pleased nod from Zack.
"Alright," Cloud caved with a sigh. He shot a narrow-eyed look at Zack. "But I'm going to kill you when this is over."
"That's okay," Zack said lightly, grinning fit to burst as he reeled Cloud in. "It'll be worth it."
Standing between the two of them, barely dressed in leather and fake fur and looking forward to an evening of trying to be social, Sephiroth was only mildly surprised to find himself in complete agreement.
~owari
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII [OGC pre-game]
Rating: soft PG
Warnings: Boys in skirts and other boys approving
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud: Halloween costumes - Sephiroth made a sexy Big Bad Wolf, and Cloud in red…? Hot.
Word count: 1330
Summary: Sephiroth was starting to think Zack was making up holidays for the sake of dressing them up in strange clothes.
His pants had more holes in them than leather. Sephiroth frowned as he laced the belt, able to think of only sentence capable of summing up how surreal this whole experience was.
"How did you talk me into this?"
"Beats me," Zack said cheerfully over one shoulder, doubled-over as he laced his boots. "My good looks and charming personality?"
"I doubt that," Sephiroth remarked idly, most of his attention on trying to figure out how to fasten the cuff of silver fur around his wrist.
"Here, lemme get that." Zack stood, still shirtless, and caught Sephiroth's wrist in strong fingers. Sephiroth surrendered gracefully and watched as Zack fastened first one cuff, then the other.
A satisfied nod. "There we go. Can you manage the collar or do you want a hand?"
"Please." Sephiroth pulled his hair over one fur-trimmed shoulder to bare the back of his neck, trying without much success not to feel like a fool. "This is ridiculous."
"Naw, you're just not in the Halloween spirit yet." Zack's chin bumped Sephiroth's shoulder blade as he grinned. "This is fun."
Sephiroth arched an eloquent eyebrow, trusting Zack to hear it in his voice even if he couldn't see it. "I fail to see how being half-naked and edged in fake fur is supposed to be fun."
Zack chuckled. "Hey, I've seen you wear less to board meetings, Mr. Leather Pants Count As A Uniform. Stop being such a sissy about it. There." The catch slid home and Zack came around his front to take a look. "Nice," he approved, one hand sneaking out to straighten the waistband of Sephiroth's dubious approximation of trousers. "Now sit yourself down and I'll put on your war paint. Watch out for your tail."
Sephiroth settled carefully on the edge of the bed, assorted bits of fur scratching against his skin. Zack approached with brush in hand, flashing Sephiroth a grin as he got to work.
"Remind me again what all this… frippery is in aid of?" Sephiroth asked as Zack worked.
Zack made a face at him. "Oh, come on Seph! You're the Big Bad Wolf! Chin up." The brush slid smoothly across Sephiroth's face, thin lines of paint following cool in its wake. "You know - blows down houses and eats small children?"
"Lovely," Sephiroth said, his voice too flat and Zack whacked him lightly on the shoulder.
"Stop that. The whole point of Halloween is to dress up as something you're not, remember?" A curl of paint along his eyelids. "Besides," Zack said, leaning back to appraise him with a critical eye and a fond grin. "You make a really hot wolf."
"You're impossible," Sephiroth said, though mildly.
Zack chuckled. "Usually." He set aside the brush and reached across the bed for his costume shirt, warm skin brushing against Sephiroth's. "You know you'd be bored without me."
"Perhaps," Sephiroth allowed, shifting back slightly.
Soft flannel stretched snugly across Zack's chest as he fastened the buttons, hugging like a second skin. He made only a desultory attempt at tucking it in before turning to the sleeves, tanned fingers rolling them up with neat, practiced motions. He shrugged into his suspenders and reached for the prop axe leaning against the foot of his bed, slinging it easily over one shoulder. Then he turned, free hand cocked rakishly on his hip. "How do I look?"
Sephiroth considered. "Rustic."
Zack laughed. "Well, I was going for sexy, but I guess that'll do. All that's left is convincing Cloud to come out in public with us."
Sephiroth thought about that. "One of the three little pigs?" he guessed, bending down to pull on his boots before Zack could find something suitably ridiculous for him to wear.
The wicked grin in Zack's voice wasn't particularly reassuring. "Not exactly." His voice lifted. "How's it going in there, Cloud?"
The resounding silence from the vicinity of the bathroom sounded decidedly unimpressed and Sephiroth kept his eyes firmly fixed on the buckle he was fastening, letting Zack deal with it.
Zack sighed. "You may as well come out, you know. I'll just come in after you." His tone went wheedling. "Come on Spike, I'm sure you look great."
A heartbeat's breath and when the door slammed open it hit the wall hard enough to crack the plaster.
"You are such a bastard!" Cloud's voice declared, sounding low and seriously pissed off. "I am not wearing this!"
Zack made a sound somewhere between admiring and hungry and Sephiroth took one deep breath before he sat up to find out what Zack had done this time.
Stockings.
Sephiroth's mind stalled on the thought and he was sure his eyes were embarrassingly wide as he stared at the white fabric clinging lovingly to Cloud's legs from feet to thighs. He was wearing red shoes, some absent part of Sephiroth noticed, shiny patent things that matched the innocent air stockings like those were supposed to convey. They were not, Sephiroth thought, doing a particularly good job at that.
Cloud stalked forwards, white-clad legs brushing against each other in a terribly distracting fashion, and Sephiroth lifted his eyes to the almost obscene amount of bare skin showing between the top of the stockings and the bottom of the… well. He would have wondered how Zack had talked Cloud into wearing a dress, though he wasn't sure the swell of blue satin and crinoline barely covering Cloud's assets really counted as one. Cloud's hands were fisted on his hips, a wig the same blond as Cloud's hair clenched in one white-knuckled grip. The not-quite-a-dress came high on Cloud's chest, an effusion of lace and gathered fabric doing a surprisingly good job at hiding Cloud's… gender difficulties with the costume. A short red cape was tied at his throat, drawing attention to the pale span of his shoulders, the graceful arch of his neck.
"Zack," Cloud growled, fire snapping in his voice, and Sephiroth dragged his eyes up to find Cloud flush-cheeked and furious, looking just moments away from strangling Zack with his bare hands.
Sephiroth was fairly certain that shouldn't have been nearly as attractive as it was.
"Wow," Zack managed after a heavy pause. He coughed and tried again, tearing his attention away from bare skin and white stockings with obvious reluctance. For once, Sephiroth wasn't really sure he could blame him. "Looks good." His grin crooked. "Need any help with the wig?"
Cloud bared his teeth. "Dammit Zack! I'm not wearing this!"
"Why not? No one'll recognize you. And besides," Zack's arm snaked out and caught Sephiroth by the wrist, tugging him to his feet. "We can't have a Big Bad Wolf and a daring woodsman without a Red Riding Hood, right?"
For some reason that made Cloud falter, some of the fire leaving his eyes even as his flush deepened. "That's," he started, then seemed to get stuck, fidgeting uncomfortably.
"Zack said that this holiday is for pretending to be something you're not," Sephiroth offered, not quite sure whether he was helping or not. "Zack's taste in costumes may be questionable but he's certainly accomplished that much."
"Cynic," Zack accused, slinging an arm around Sephiroth's shoulders as he flashed a reassuring grin at Cloud. "If it really bugs you we'll think of something else, okay?"
Cloud squirmed some more. "People are gonna laugh," he muttered, not even close to a no.
"I rather doubt that," Sephiroth felt compelled to say, with a quirk of his lips that earned a small smile from Cloud and a pleased nod from Zack.
"Alright," Cloud caved with a sigh. He shot a narrow-eyed look at Zack. "But I'm going to kill you when this is over."
"That's okay," Zack said lightly, grinning fit to burst as he reeled Cloud in. "It'll be worth it."
Standing between the two of them, barely dressed in leather and fake fur and looking forward to an evening of trying to be social, Sephiroth was only mildly surprised to find himself in complete agreement.
~owari
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