Call for promptseses, precious

Maybe it's writing a fic a day for four days, but I'm pretty much burning to write - with nothing in my head to write about. SO

FICPROMPT

Throw anything at me; a character, a bunch of lyrics, a couple of words, a situation, a dead cat - I'll try and cough something up, especially if it's in the Final Fantasy VII fandom-range (I'm not heavily hinting about the Turks here, not at all, in any way, nope).

HIT ME.

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JUST FINISHED CRISIS CORE. CANNOT STOP TALKING IN CAPS. MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW CUT.

( OH GOD OH GOD )

SOMEBODY MAKE ME TSENG ICONS NOW BEFORE I BLEED OUT INTO HELLSFJHALJFIAJFSLlf

Crisis Core: Prodigal (Lazard, Reeve)

Title: Prodigal
Rating: PG
Characters: Lazard, Reeve
Summary: The calmer side of Shinra's corporate belly (the ones who don't kill anyone, or at least not first hand) have a chat in the middle of SOLDIER's beaten up training room - about genial things, like bloodthirsty inter-departmental undercutting, and temperamental subordinates, but definitely not about family.
Warnings: Speculation about Lazard's heritage (not overtly mentioned in game canon, but so strongly hinted at that I couldn't resist). Lots of invention regarding Shinra, but we're all used to that by now...

1209 words. Lazard must have thrown some kind of a fit after Sephiroth, Genesis and Angeal did that number on the training simulator. As for Reeve - don't ask me, ask him.

( The door to the training room slid open. 'Wait, they broke it again?' )

Promptback

Prompt responses go here; more will be added as I keep typing! May not get to everyone by tonight; am sort of dead in the head. I'm just writing and posting, so if there are any glaringly bad errors in anything, I apologise. xD


Reno, for ununoriginal. Prompt: you're amazing, i'm attracted, but i'm terribly distracted. 634 words.

( It always felt like the first time he wanted to trail along, collared to a leash someone else was holding )

For logistika_nyx, Tseng and initiation procedures into the Department of Administrative Research. 836 words.

( It went on, and never seemed to end. )