Run in Packs
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
Views:
1,175
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything from FFVII, and I make no money from this fiction.
Play Time
Title: Run in Packs~Play Time
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: Drabble
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: Puppies
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: From prompt: Zack/Cloud - puppy play time.
If you’re getting confused about what drabble goes where, go to the Chronological Order Post
Cloud came screaming around the corner of the hallway leading from the den and high-tailed it into the kitchen as if a Bahamut summons was after him.
Angeal watched with calm interest as Zack pounded around the same corner in hot pursuit, except he had the unfortunate addition of socks. Instead of turning sharply on his heel, the brunette puppy slipped, feet treading frantically, yet uselessly, against the wood floor as he barreled into the wall. Zack lay still for a moment before he stood up, a little dazed, and shook himself all over. Angeal sighed at the size of the dent in the drywall.
Cloud peeked out of the kitchen, curious as to why his litter-mate hadn’t tackled him yet.
Zack shook his head one more time, then caught a glimpse of Cloud. He smiled, yipped and barreled after the blond pup. The little blond’s eyes widened and he flung himself back into the kitchen.
Angeal winced as he heard the impact of bodies against what was sure to be a now-broken refrigerator. A flurry of growls and thuds followed before Cloud darted out of the kitchen and back down the hallway with Zack on the chase behind him.
Sephiroth groaned from Angeal’s lap as he heard a crash that could only have been a bookshelf. “Puppies are destructive and expensive,” he muttered. “I can’t believe we’re thinking about more.”
Angeal laughed heartily and ruffled Sephiroth’s hair. “At least they aren’t chewing on shoes.”
“Yet,” Sephiroth muttered as a high pitched yowl heralded another monumental clatter of broken furniture.
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: Drabble
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: Puppies
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: From prompt: Zack/Cloud - puppy play time.
If you’re getting confused about what drabble goes where, go to the Chronological Order Post
Cloud came screaming around the corner of the hallway leading from the den and high-tailed it into the kitchen as if a Bahamut summons was after him.
Angeal watched with calm interest as Zack pounded around the same corner in hot pursuit, except he had the unfortunate addition of socks. Instead of turning sharply on his heel, the brunette puppy slipped, feet treading frantically, yet uselessly, against the wood floor as he barreled into the wall. Zack lay still for a moment before he stood up, a little dazed, and shook himself all over. Angeal sighed at the size of the dent in the drywall.
Cloud peeked out of the kitchen, curious as to why his litter-mate hadn’t tackled him yet.
Zack shook his head one more time, then caught a glimpse of Cloud. He smiled, yipped and barreled after the blond pup. The little blond’s eyes widened and he flung himself back into the kitchen.
Angeal winced as he heard the impact of bodies against what was sure to be a now-broken refrigerator. A flurry of growls and thuds followed before Cloud darted out of the kitchen and back down the hallway with Zack on the chase behind him.
Sephiroth groaned from Angeal’s lap as he heard a crash that could only have been a bookshelf. “Puppies are destructive and expensive,” he muttered. “I can’t believe we’re thinking about more.”
Angeal laughed heartily and ruffled Sephiroth’s hair. “At least they aren’t chewing on shoes.”
“Yet,” Sephiroth muttered as a high pitched yowl heralded another monumental clatter of broken furniture.