Blue Moon Date -a Cloti story- (reuploaded) by cvgwjames, literature
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Blue Moon Date -a Cloti story- (reuploaded)
She adjusted the strap of her dress, looking at her reflection in the mirror, and placed a hand to her hip, taking a deep breath and then brushed a hand through her hair. The full moon shone through the window, gleaming as brightly as the stars as a warm breeze swept through the bar. Tifa Lockhart smiled, she looked perfect for tonight, her face smooth and gleaming with beauty. She sat down on a stool, slipping on her high-heels. Then, she headed out the door, ready for her night out. A couple streets away, Cloud Strife exited the flower shop, dressed in a fancy black suit complete with a tie, holding a purple-colored rose in one hand while carrying a red-colored rose in his pocket. All of his flowery gifts lacked thorns, which was just fine, not every flower needed a thorn and love had no thorns. He gazed up at the stars, seeing a shooting star streak by, making his wish for a gorgeous future with the woman he cherished; The glamorous Tifa Lockhart, his sweet companion. The
Mario and Tifa's Italian Date -a SMB x FF story- by cvgwjames, literature
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Mario and Tifa's Italian Date -a SMB x FF story-
On a clear and blue day in the colorful landscape of ever-gorgeous Mushroom Kingdom, Mario examined his reflection in the mirror as he combed his hair a little more, then he placed his hat upon his head, and adjusted it right before the pudgy Italian plumber heard a knock on the door. "Mario?" Princess Peach's voice called, "You've been in there for a while, are you okay?" He hopped off his chair, and walked to the door, casually opening it and stepping into the hall, coming face-to-face with the Mushroom Kingdom's royal human monarch herself. "I'm okay, Peach." Mario told her, "I just wanted to-a look my best for-a my date." "You mean your date with that nice Tifa woman?" Peach asked, "Hopefully, you'll be alright." "Peach?!" Mario laughed, "You're-a looking at Super Mario, the plumber who stomped on-a Goombas and-a kicked down Bowser more than once to save you, I know what I'm-a doing. Plus, we're going to be spending an afternoon in-a Italy." The Italian plumber hugged the
Crisis Rewritten, Ch. 1: How It All Started by aoikuniedaxyuukanda, literature
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Crisis Rewritten, Ch. 1: How It All Started
You were only twelve years old when it all started for you. Having been born and raised in the slums beneath the Sector 5 plate, at a tender young age, you were already no stranger to danger. It was an uncontested fact that wherever poverty lingered, crime and debauchery festered. It was even considered unusual for an inhabitant of the slums to not have dealt with some form of transgression at least once. Although you had long known this bitter reality all too well, given your unfortunate circumstances, it seemed that Fate had decided to further hammer the point home for you—in the form of an extreme robbery case. Even as many years passed, the incident never really left your mind. It was as if it had been branded into the very cells of your brain, forbidding you from ever forgetting it. You could still recall, with vivid clarity, how you had come home to a nearly empty house. You could never forget the nauseating way your stomach had dropped as you watched your mother weep and bawl
Written on Her Back - Chapter Four by ProjectHYPOCRISY, literature
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Written on Her Back - Chapter Four
Chapter Four: Think About the Good Times (and Never Look Back) "I said, "Tell me about what is real." ― Esmé Weijun Wang, The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays ----------------- I remember I was never too far from my mother's hand. Attached at the hip, dad would tease. Kathelyn would scoff. When I lost that handholding, I conceded to the wills of others. I became vulnerable and soft, like a newly hatched bird. I lost a part of myself, bigger than I realised. I desperately tried to find something that would fill that hole but nothing was enough. Even him. Especially him. They told me he died in Nibelheim -a terrorist attack -Avalanche, in fact. That's what they said officially to the public that ate up the story of the great hero Sephiroth and how he died in the line of duty, just like he should. People will accept what confirms their biases, it just so happened that in this case they believed a hero needed to die at the hand of an enemy; an enemy that never really existed. I
-Main Pairing (s): Zack x Cloud
-Notes: This fanfiction contains Yaoi/Shonen Ai which means that it contains boy-boy love , between Zack and Cloud from Final Fantasy. If you do not agree with Yaoi/Shonen Ai then please click that wonderful thing I like to call and back button and leave the page.
- Usual Thing: I don't own any of the characters, nor the games of which they come from, just the plot of my fanfiction.
-Please comment this, otherwise I will just assume it sucks.
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He had been looking for it everywhere, the last remaining piece of the one who made his heart race so fast that he could barely breathe. He questio
Pairing: Cloud x Zack, slight Aerith x Tifa. Warnings: None. Extra: Hybrid AU. EDIT: I forgot to add that I gathered inspiration by the many beautiful gifsets of ZackSoldiers, so please go and follow them! ᵔᴥᵔ 🐾 ᵔᴥᵔ 🐾 ᵔᴥᵔ 🐾 ᵔᴥᵔ 🐾 ᵔᴥᵔ 🐾 ᵔᴥᵔ 🐾 ᵔᴥᵔ 🐾 ᵔᴥᵔ 🐾 Aerith couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before her. Placing her basket of flowers on the kitchen counter; she put her hands on her hips as she watched her daft overgrown German Shepard hybrid wiggle his backside as he stared out of the window with noises of glee leaving his lips. “I take it that pretty blonde is out for his afternoon stroll again?” she asked and Zack jumped slightly as he had clearly been far too into his own world. “I didn’t think I’d be attracted to a Spaniel,” Zack grinned widely causing his owner to simply roll her eyes with a playful smile. Aerith approached him with her hand held out, fingers delicately stroking his fluffy black ears which, in turn, made the hybrid push into her touch. A
Final Fantasy Crisis Core Zwischenwelten Leseprobe by Selunare, literature
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Final Fantasy Crisis Core Zwischenwelten Leseprobe
Stille, endlos und zeitlos. So beruhigend, dass sie mich einlullte. Ich versuchte meine Augen offen zu halten und einen klaren Gedanken zu fassen. Meine Lider zuckten kurz und ich konnte verschwommene Blautöne erkennen. Wasser? Die Entspannung der eintönigen Ruhe verschwand. Etwas in mir wurde klarer. Meine Augenlider wurden nicht mehr von einer unsichtbaren Schwere nach unten gedrückt. Was war passiert? Es war der erste klare Gedanke, den ich fassen konnte. Langsam begannen meine Augen scharf zu stellen. Vor mir erstreckte sich glasklares Wasser, soweit ich blicken konnte. Der blaue Himmel mit vereinzelten Wolken spiegelte sich darin. Wo war ich? Ich versuchte, die Umgebung zuzuordnen, aber ich konnte mich nicht erinnern je an einem derartigen Ort gewesen zu sein. Ich wollte mich umdrehen, doch mein Körper fühlte sich steif und unbeweglich an, als hätte er lange Zeit in ein und derselben Position verharrt. Vorsichtig bewegte ich meinen Kopf seitwärts, um ihn aufzulockern. Nach ein