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So, either this makes us even, Laylah, or you owe me something now. I can't remember which it is. ;P

Finally finished. I wrote the first half of this a long time ago and have been poking at it ever since. Please forgive the sectioning and the tone shifts later on, and I hope that some of the psychological subtext (ie, what's going on in Sephiroth's pretty and more than a little messed-up head) comes through correctly here. o.o;

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Strays

Greed kicked the door closed, whistling some carol that'd been playing in the shopping district. He set the shopping bags down on the poker table, mind already contemplating the best way to get to a certain high-ranking officer's apartment as he strode into the barracks and realized that he wasn't alone. He stopped in front of the rookies' bunks. "What the hell are you two still doing here?"

Kimberly and Elric gave him identical looks. "We live here," Kimberly pointed out.( Read more... )

( New part starts here )

eee! Field Manuevers fanficlet by Laylah here! Greed bumps into Zack! <3 <3


Greed: :immediately: I want him.

I don't HAVE a Zack.

Greed: I still want him. And the little blonde kid he was talking to, too.... Mine, mine, all the shinies are mine. ^___^

BAD GREED NO BISCUIT.

I swear, I think that Greed's making it a goal to sleep with EVERY hot guy in FF7. He kept trying to pump up some kind of thing with Cid the other day, too.....

This? This is ALSO not my bb_shousetsu story (which is having Issues because I've the sneaking suspicion that the characters don't want to have smut in it. Not on-camera, at least.

Yeah. I don't know either. Of course, I could probably do the fade to black with them....and then get on to the feelthy catman pr0n (they've got names now, at least? Yay for random reading of WAY TOO MUCH FF7 ESSAYS.)

>_> :sigh: Oh well.

Anyway, so, here's more Field Maneuvers? With gratuitious rookies cameos. Beware of cheesy title, Kimberly manhandling ("What the hell is it with you people and hauling up on the front of my shirt?"), no sex yet, and woob disguised as snarky banter.

So, can I sleep now, guys?

Greed: Eh. Suppose so.

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Holiday Cheer


Greed kicked the door closed, whistling some carol that'd been playing in the shopping district. He set the shopping bags down on the poker table, mind already contemplating the best way to get to a certain high-ranking officer's apartment as he strode into the barracks and realized that he wasn't alone. He stopped in front of the rookies' bunks. "What the hell are you two still doing here?"

Kimberly and Elric gave him identical looks. "We live here," Kimberly pointed out.( Read more... )

This is NOT my Bang Bang story. :< I do not know why I found myself working on this and not my Bang Bang story. Akabane and Makubex don't care much, but I think the triplets are LIVID at Kimberly and Greed now, for cutting in line. You should see the fur flying....

This is set after most of the other Newbies stuff.

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Ground Rules

Sometimes things go just as planned, smooth as can be. Every map accurate, every bit of intel correct, every incendiary going off right when it was supposed to, every target perfectly in sight, every escape route clear straight through to the LZ.

Yeah, sometimes thing go slicker'n shit through a chocobo with the runs.

Lots of times, though, they don't.

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"Where's Kimberly?" Greed had to shout over the whump! of a building collapsing somewhere nearby.

Martel's eyes were wide in the dim streetlight. "He's not already here? I went to set a few more charges. He said he was coming...."

"Goddammit." Greed motioned to Law and Elric, already halfway down the street and looking back, to go ahead before turning and heading back down towards Kimberly's roost. "Go on, Martel."

"Fuck that." She kept pace with him, and Greed didn't have time to argue or make it an order she'd listen to.( Read more... )

darthneko took pity on me and asked for a lot of things. Among them was the Pack, from my Field Maneuvers crossover crack of doom-verse. And, with the snow that was outside at the time...well. :)

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Snow Virgin
by: White Aster


It was Greed, fresh up from getting another beer, that first noticed.
"Hey, it's snowing!"

"Snowing? Already?" Martel leapt up, abandoning her cards on the
table. Kimberly snuck a peek at them, and Elric glared at him,
kicking him under the table.
( Read more... )

laylah wrote me Field Maneuvers fic! Smexy Greed/Kimberly! :rolls in it happily: This is the best present evar! ^_______^

Rose drew me Field Maneuvers fanart! :heartmarks violently off the page: She got the "hey there, what do you think YOU're doing, hmmmmmmmm?" look, and then Greed's "why Imma gonna kiss you now!" look. eeeeee! :feels loved:

Now all I've gotta do is write hot fic to inspire her to draw FM!Kimberly/Ed and FM!Greed/Kimberly and maybe some general pack puppypile and and and and then my plan shall be complete! ^____^

Yep, finished with this part. I labelled it as 6/6 because this was pretty much a good stopping point, and anything else would likely be another fic with another plot after all we all know the point of this was Sephiroth/Greed smut. S'not the end of the FM stuff, though. I've still got the newbies and probably one or two other things with Greed and Sephiroth.

And you would NOT believe the amount of wibbling I had to do over this conversation. The flirting nearly broke down a few times. Thanks to mailechan and laylah for the conversation betas. :)

Enjoy!

(cont. from here and all the FM stuff can be found here.)

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Dinner that night was subdued, the mess tent emptier than usual because of the dead and wounded. Everyone ate quickly and quietly, ghosting back out without much conversation. Greed made the round of his men, making sure that everyone was all right, now that the adrenaline had worn off. They were all a bit shaken, but they'd kept it together and were all clustered around Law's cot, playing poker. "Join us, Captain?" Martel'd asked. "Always room for one more."

Greed almost said yes, but something held him back. "Nah, maybe later. Save a seat for me?"

"Sure thing."

Greed left them arguing about whose deal it was. He went outside into the warm night air and lit a cigarette. He'd long since smoked the last of his own personal stash, and so all that was left was the shitty rationed crap that they gave at the commissary. He ground it out under his heel after a minute, half-smoked. Then his eyes settled on the command building, and he sighed, realizing what had him all restless: he had someone else that he needed to check in on.( Read more... )

lalalaa, hey, Greed, why is it that you can't do any smut in this ficverse without COPIOUSLY AND I DO MEAN COPIOUSLY detailed setup?

Yes, this is leading up to the Greed/Sephiroth or the Sephiroth/Greed (however it goes, I haven't decided yet). I didn't WANT to have to do this much setup. Really! I totally blame Greed.

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It wasn't all quick victory and fun and games, of course. It never was.

A month after the successful training camp raid, one of the regular army detachments lost two men to a new minefield and a dozen more to sniper fire, and Greed's pack ran into not one, but two well-laid ambushes. Luckily, they got away with nothing more serious than a few scrapes and a twisted ankle for Law. Rho Unit wasn't so lucky: two men dead and another who might never walk again.

It was the randomness of war, Greed knew. It was how things went: one day you're the dog, the next you're the hydrant. ( Read more... )

...This was mostly Martel's fault. I was listening to music in the lab and something hard came on and she was all like, "Hey, this'd be great to dance to!" And proceeded to give me visuals of her and Kimberly all but having sex standing up on the dancefloor.

And I have no idea why everyone keeps giving the pov to Greed....

;_; I keep wanting to write the fight, or the Greed/Sephiroth...really, really I do! But this is what I get instead!

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Martel loved to dance. Oh, not fancy dancing, like at some of the parties the bigwigs had, where everyone wore uncomfortable clothes and stayed arm's length apart. Nothing so formal and boring. Martel'd grown up under the plate, like Greed had, where it was dark and damp and smelled of sweat and garbage and mako exhaust all the time. It was a shit place to live, and everyone knew it, but most didn't have a choice. That led to more than a little anger, but since ShinRa ruled with an iron fist, people kept it under the surface. Found their own release valves. Not surprising then that even when Greed'd been a hungry street tough ten years before Martel'd been born, the popular music in the lower sectors was angry, driving, heavy on beat and best listened to loud enough to make your ears ring. Most of the songs didn't have lyrics, because the only ones that could have gone with that kind of anger would have earned the band a one-way ticket to a labor camp. But, wordless or not, they were fine to jump to, to stomp to, to scream with, and that was one thing that didn't change.

It suited most of the Pack just fine.( Read more... )

I'm envisioning them all sleeping in one room with more beds than people, so Ed and Kimberly are slightly away from the others, and it'd be easier to have quiet sex on the other side of the room and figure the kids'd be asleep. ^___^

I'm jumping all over the place with this thing. I still want to write the fight scene from the end of the last one, since Rose demanded asked so nicely to see Kimberly being handed his ass by Greed. ;P

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"Well, well, will you look at that...."

Ed opened his eyes in the dark, meaning to tell Kimberly to shut the hell up and go to sleep already. It was late, they were shipping out in the morning, and he'd spent the day getting his ass handed to him by Martel. He wasn't in the mood for a conversation. Before he could tell Kimberly so, though, his eye caught movement across the room, over where some of the others slept. ( Read more... )

Jesus, but Kimberly never shuts up.... He keeps stealing the show.

You all need to stop encouraging him....

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The rookies had about a week in Midgar before the unit shipped out. For the first few days, they both kept to themselves, taking their cues from everyone else and every now and then stopping being nervous long enough to snipe at each other. Now THAT was amusing. From what Greed could tell, the two of them had known each other in training, and their bickering had the mostly-comfortable give and take of two people who enjoyed constantly getting on each others' nerves. Not that there still wasn't fire underneath. Kimberly was a manipulative bastard who liked to see how far he could push (he reminded Greed way too much of himself in that respect), and Elric blew up satisfyingly when he went over the line. Greed had to wonder if Elric noticed the slightly-more-than-platonic interest that Kimberly hid behind his smirk.( Read more... )

Dammit, laylah, you just had to mention that pairing, didn't you? And then someone ELSE showed up, and whoah, where'd THAT UST come from? >_<

Set...er...year or two after the other Field Maneuvers stuff, after Wutai.
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Greed blinked at the two sheets of paper in his hands, then at the two SOLDIERs standing in the doorway, then at the paper again. --assigned to Alpha unit from this day forward until relieved or transferred by a commanding officer-- "Huh?"

The taller transfer smirked. "The General said you'd say that. Said to give you this." He handed over another letter.

"Gen-aaaah...." Greed opened the third letter. The handwriting was neat, compact, precise: I know you run a tight unit, but I've seen the kind of assignments lined up for you. These two are near the top of their class, good enough to be of use, reckless enough to want the kind of action you see, and just possibly your brand of soldier. Kick them back out if you don't want them. Don't get killed. It was signed with a single "S."

"Heh. I'll be damned." Greed grinned and shrugged, stuffing the transfer letters and the other back into their envelopes. He jerked his head, motioning the two newbies in. He closed the door and called in to the rest of the Pack, who had been embroiled in arguing over whose deal it was and were now starting to look curiously at the new faces. "Somebody order some recruits?"( Read more... )

And lo, there was wanking. There will be real sex...eventually. Greed promises. And HE is the one who keeps insisting that there be, like, plot in here...

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Their first week in Wutai was a breeze. Three missions, two of them overnights, but by the book and easy as pie, laying down the intelligence for a raid on a suspected enemy training camp. They'd moved in at the end of the week...to an empty camp, the coals on the fires still warm.

There had been some grumbling and frustration from the troops, especially those that were veterans of this type of disappointment. Greed, though, had seen the slightly amused, grim look in the general's eyes at the time. He remembered the general sending Martel off on "support duty" He smelled a trap.

He found out that night, when Martel came back from 'support duty' grinning like a maniac. ( Read more... )

:bewildered: This was supposed to be a SMUT BUNNY, GREED. Nice, short, hot, and SHORT.
Greed: Don't look at me. :jerks his thumb at Sephiroth: You think that _I_ would demand this much background?

At least there's smut in the next part? Not THE smut, but smut nonetheless....

Previous part is here.

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The briefing that night was standard: a map, a route, black X's to mark turn points, and red X's (and a few large red circles, which didn't do much to improve Greed's view of how under control things were here, but he kept his peace) to indicate areas of possible ambush or enemy encounter. There was another SOLDIER unit there, and the commanding officers of a few regulars platoons. Greed, off to the side with his team, watched the other officers carefully through the briefing. None of them expressed much surprise at anything that the general said, even when he enlarged one of the red circles from what was already on the map just to make a point. No one looked particularly happy to be there, but Greed was glad to see that no one had the haunted look of men who expected to be dead the next evening, either.

That was, in Greed's experience, always a good sign.
( Read more... )

More crack! Damn, Greed's easy to write. Or just easy....

Greed: :grins: You know it, babe.

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Outside in the sun was still hot, but at least there was a bit of air moving. A very little bit. Greed walked over to the small, unremarkable prefab building that was serving as Command. The door was closed, and Greed led his travel-weary pack by example, dumping his duffel outside the door and knocking before moving inside.

The building wasn't that big, but they could all manage to move inside without running into anything. And at the first waft of...cool?... air from the open door, the rest of them piled in after him. Greed blinked in the sudden dimness after the bright afternoon sunlight, but could eventually make out a map table, a comm station, a few desks, some filing cabinets. Standard-issue command center chic. What made him smile though was the handful of sturdy standing fans that were blowing directly over large chunks of ice on mess trays that had been modified to channel the melted water into buckets on the floor. The ice was suspiciously lumpy. Lumpy like you'd get if you put water in any available, expendable container and then cast an ice spell over it and dumped them all on a modified mess tray to melt together.

Greed'd done much the same thing more than once, though not to cool a whole building. He had to admire the coordination required.

He looked about for someone to report to. ( Read more... )

I know that the Wutai as hot and humid and buggy and such is overdone, esp. since, as I was looking at the map, it's not really that far south of Icicle Lodge, but Greed was having so much fun with it as an opening, that I couldn't bear taking it away from him. :)

This crack brought to you by laylah

Quick and dirty writing this so these two'll give me some peace....

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Damn, but this country was a hole. A hot, wet hole, and not one of the good kinds. Ok, ok, Greed had to admit that it was pretty, and the people here looked like they might be friendly and happy and all, if they weren't busy scowling at anyone wearing Shinra blues or trying to pick off a few regulars as the caravans passed the jungle. But right now? With most of the natives just as willing to kill them as look at them? It was a hole. And sticky humid. And did he mention hot? The truck driver, a talkative guy whose name Greed never did catch, said that it only stayed like this for a few months, and that they'd get used to it. Fuck, but Greed hoped so. SOLDIERs were trained to withstand all sorts of pain and hardship, but that didn't mean that he had to LIKE it.

Luckily, his pack didn't seem too fazed by it. Dorochet had come from the ass-end of nowhere somewhere near Junon, where the summer was just as bad, though drier. Martel seemed to actually LIKE the heat, the freak, and had just responded by staying as still as possible with a little smile on her face. Law wasn't complaining. But then Law never complained about anything. It was one of the things Greed liked about Law. Greed did enough complaining for all of them, as far as Greed was concerned.( Read more... )