date. 2008-02-22 23:30 subject. on the breeding habits of scientists in captivity part 2 security. Public tags. ffvii, hojo, lucrecia

Fandom: FFXII
Title: On the Breeding Habits of Scientists in Captivity - 2
Characters/Pairings: Lucrecia/Hojo
Rating: M
Other: Stream of Consciousness

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Hojo, on seeking comfort in all the wrong places. 

The curve of her lower back is a custom made pillow for your head. You won’t resist the invitation. You rest there and play the ends of your unbound hair across the white expanse of her butt. The darkness strokes like lines of ink against paper, so you draw them into the cleft and the dimpled hollow and along the swell and the ticklish bit where arse becomes thigh. 

She giggles: you love it when she giggles because it’s one of the few times when her mouth isn’t busy with issuing yet another challenge. You strive to make her laugh again, but you know you really aren’t a comedian despite everything else you might be. 

Sometimes you admit that you really wish she would just turn into a giant voiceless pillow, because then you could actually bloody relax around her.

date. 2008-02-22 22:39 subject. livy security. Public tags. ffvii, lucrecia, vincent

Fandom: FFVII
Title: The Rape of Lucrecia
Characters/Pairings: Lucrecia/Vincent, Gast, Hojo
Rating: M, non-con-ish
Other: Based on the Rape of Lucrecia


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They are drunk.

This is unusual.

For the first, who monopolises the legroom with an expansive seated sprawl; truth is familiar, and unloved. He has exhausted his years on the truth and lies of others, until one is distinguished from the other with greater ease than he can tell his left palm from his right. When instructions come to turn truth into lie or lie into truth, he is thorough, and desecrates even his own recollection of happenings.

Valentine has almost forgotten the honesty of the self-hatred that claims him at the ninth stein. He hates being smashed - he reminisces beyond reason.

For the second, who sits hunched with the posture of one slaved daily to a microscope, a desk, a computer; truth is fluid, wielded when convenient. Days of progress have been lost in justifications with the committee, until he learned to exploit the flaws in their understanding of a scientific truth. His uncertainties seek to undo him: he will be discovered a fraud, his speculations flawed, false. He will be forgotten.

Hojo derides the memory of the self-doubting fool that alcohol makes of himself. He hates being inebriated - he doubts he has any capacity for genius, for proving his worth.

For the third, who is older than his two younger companions together and who holds his alcohol better than either; the truth is he is full of fear. He sits neatly in modest cloth, the smoothness of the fabric a stark contrast to his crumpled features. He has no dark memories, no empty future, no self-doubt, and no pretension for recognition. He only laments losing tomorrow, a day of research sacrificed to a hangover.

Gast fears dying before his project achieves success. He regrets his drunkenness merely because it wastes time. At his age, time is the only currency.

It is Festival, Nibelheim is snowed in, and their mountain-folk hosts insist that their Shinra guests join them. Shinra scientists mingle with locals in the tavern’s proximity. Long-standing restrictions are drowned in light-coloured beer. Barmaids clad in traditional cleavage-bearing dress circulate continuously, distributing beer in substantial one litre steins: they effortlessly hold twelve steins per hand.

One pauses to deposit another round at the table that the two professors and the Turk share. Despite having drunk only half of the last round, not one of the three protests.

They are drunk, and in each other’s company.

For one or the other to occur is unusual; for both to occur simultaneously solicits an uncommon catastrophe.

date. 2008-02-22 19:51 subject. on the breeding habits of scientists in captivity security. Public tags. ffvii, hojo, lucrecia

Fandom: FFVII
Title: Don't Look To Her For Comfort
Characters/Pairings: Hojo/Lucrecia
Rating: PG
Other: For 1sentence

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#01 – Comfort
Whatever this is, you learn not to seek it in her, because you’d never find it. 

date. 2008-02-22 19:36 subject. kinkmeme #3 security. Public tags. ffvii, lucrecia, vincent

Fandom:  FFVII
Title: Broken, Burned, Remade
Characters/Pairings: Lucrecia/Vincent, Turks
Rating: MA+
Other: For ff_kinkmeme, Lucrecia/Turks gang rape featuring suits.

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Lucrecia hears the door click closed, a slight sound cutting through the hum of lab equipment.

She’s not alone.

With pipette in hand, Lucrecia turns, and bites back the laugh. Vincent stands flanked by Turks on either side, all in immaculate navy-suited uniform; they look ridiculous en-masse. She only recognises Vincent.

“Who’re your friends?”

Vincent smiles, endearing. He brushes his fringe from his eyes. “Since when have you cared about the names of everyone you’ve fucked?”

“…pardon?”

Vincent doesn’t move beyond a quick flick of his eyes to the workbench behind her. Like clockwork, all four Turks move.

Unlike clockwork, they’re silent.