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Winged (Sephiroth/Yue)
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fandomsecrets (the crossover fic request meme)
Title: Winged
Author: rhap_chan
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/Cardcaptor Sakura
Pairing: Sephiroth/Yue (yes, slash)
Prompt: Sephiroth and Yue from Final Fantasy VII and Cardcaptor Sakura respectively. WINGKINK (Sephiroth tops).
Rating: PG, implied sex
Warning: CREEPY
Word Count: 240
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII belongs to Square Enix. Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Sephiroth didn't remember. His hands were tangled in silver hair so much like his own it would be scary if he paused to think about it, but he didn't want to.
The important thing was that they hated each other. That he hated him and he hated him and they were only doing this because--
why were they doing this?
Sephiroth didn't remember. His hands were tangled in silver hair so much like his own it would be scary if he paused to think about it, but he didn't want to. The other angel-being was muttering but he wasn't listening. Its feelings weren't really important at this juncture.
Its hands were drifting down his back and teasing at the place where his wings met his skin and it was so sensitive and right and wrong and ooohhh.
Fine then, Sephiroth thought. It was a good thing to use this creature-- all creatures were meant to be used by him-- and then he could discard it. He could rip its wings off, if he wanted, when they were done. He might do that. This thing seemed to be a mockery of his own existence-- white to contrast the black. Not a clone like Cloud, nothing like Cloud, but it had...
It had cat's eyes and Sephiroth didn't look into them, pulling its clothes off in a hurry to get on with things. Its skin was pale and it appeared to be male and perfectly formed. Perhaps it had a name, but he didn't care. He buried his face in those other wings, those almost perfect wings, and breathed.
And then he ripped.
fandomsecrets (the crossover fic request meme)Title: Winged
Author: rhap_chan
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/Cardcaptor Sakura
Pairing: Sephiroth/Yue (yes, slash)
Prompt: Sephiroth and Yue from Final Fantasy VII and Cardcaptor Sakura respectively. WINGKINK (Sephiroth tops).
Rating: PG, implied sex
Warning: CREEPY
Word Count: 240
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII belongs to Square Enix. Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Sephiroth didn't remember. His hands were tangled in silver hair so much like his own it would be scary if he paused to think about it, but he didn't want to.
The important thing was that they hated each other. That he hated him and he hated him and they were only doing this because--
why were they doing this?
Sephiroth didn't remember. His hands were tangled in silver hair so much like his own it would be scary if he paused to think about it, but he didn't want to. The other angel-being was muttering but he wasn't listening. Its feelings weren't really important at this juncture.
Its hands were drifting down his back and teasing at the place where his wings met his skin and it was so sensitive and right and wrong and ooohhh.
Fine then, Sephiroth thought. It was a good thing to use this creature-- all creatures were meant to be used by him-- and then he could discard it. He could rip its wings off, if he wanted, when they were done. He might do that. This thing seemed to be a mockery of his own existence-- white to contrast the black. Not a clone like Cloud, nothing like Cloud, but it had...
It had cat's eyes and Sephiroth didn't look into them, pulling its clothes off in a hurry to get on with things. Its skin was pale and it appeared to be male and perfectly formed. Perhaps it had a name, but he didn't care. He buried his face in those other wings, those almost perfect wings, and breathed.
And then he ripped.