Seeing as how I can't draw fanart to save my life, I hope to share with the board something I'm at least passably good at-- fanfics.

I don't write a lot of FF fanfics, for some reason. Even if it is my longest fandom. I think I'm too afraid I'd mess up the characters? Regardless, I'll post the few I've written here and hope someone enjoys reading them. ^_^

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[Kingdom Hearts] The dialogue belong to Yuffie and Leon, respectively. As Aerith had promised to return in FFVII, so she now awaits his return in the library of Hollow Bastion.

Patience
She shifted slightly, petite frame adjusting to a more comfortable position. Tired lines etched faintly under bright emerald eyes, burning with a fire that never faded even in the face of nerve-wrecking anticipation.

He wasn't here yet. It had been days.

"He'll show up soon. Don't give up!"

"Give up and get some sleep."

She opened the dusty book that had been keeping her company and claiming her attention, flipping through yellowed pages to where she last left off, indicated by a simple bookmark. An old forget-me-not, dried and pressed and preserved in thin plastic, with a pink ribbon tied around it. The first flower she had sold that night, in the midst of explosions and chaos and fire.

"Don't push yourself so hard..."

"We'll wake you up if he comes."

Three days. Three nights. No news. No matter.

She turned the page, continuing to follow the birth of the planets through the pure and bright spirits of children. A lamp flickered weakly, casting shivering shadows across the length of the library, but she did not move. One finger absently caressed the outline of her bookmark, the first flower she'd sold to him on the empty, graffiti-laden streets of Midgar.

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[Final Fantasy VII] Written as a birthday piece for Aerith.

. green .
The sky is forlorn and metal-grey. Unsurprising since it is nothing but grey metal. It is of a depressing shade, with every rust and oil splatter and smoky stain like cancer upon the heavens. There is no colour here, nothing but the monotony and dullness of dirty greens and sickly yellows. Everywhere is the same, and one could walk and walk and walk through Sectors One through Eight and back and not know the difference.

Even the graffiti looks the same: a mixture of rusty red and dirty blue, of threats against Shinra and helpless emotional anguish.

The sun never sets nor rises. As far as we're concerned, it's not even there.

Nothing ever changes, no matter the number of times I scrub at the graffiti. They always reappear, with the same emotion of dulled, suppressed anger throbbing weakly in a hopeless heart.

Nothing ever changes, no matter the number of times I clean the windows. The grime and dust of the upper plate seeps through invisible cracks, dripping slowly in a rain of thick black-brown colour.

Nothing ever changes, no matter the number of times this lowly janitor sweeps and scrubs and washes. He will never see the promised gold beneath the grey veneer. City of fortune, indeed.

It's ugly. This whole city is ugly.

"A flower for your thoughts, sir?"

I turn and blink, dumbstruck. Colour stood before me, like nothing I had ever seen.

"Today is a horrible day."

Tears welling up and mixing my vision into splotches of red and pink and yellow and green. Oh lovely, lovely green. Green reflected from the healthy leaves of a lily, caught and trapped in her eyes. Lovely, healthy, living green. Nothing like the sinful colours of this polluted city.

"Oh? Do you think so?"

I nod. She smiles.

"I think today is a beautiful day. The sky is bright and blue, the winds blow gently against the grass, the air is fresh and soothing to the skin."

She speaks as if the upper plates were torn apart and the heavens revealed before us. How could she know all that without ever seeing the sky in the first place?

I laugh, cackle, and it tore at my throat. Emerald eyes smiled again. Had they ever stopped?

"Thank you for your thoughts. As promised, a flower."

She thrust it into my hand, the one that wasn't holding onto a splintered mop. With a pleasant bow, she walks to the tunnel that would lead her to the plaza. Clunky leather boots halt, and I think I see her turn back slightly, voice soft and calming and still smiling.

"Today is my birthday. So it will be a good day. I believe so. We all must."

I look down at the tiny flower, studying the yellow petals. It would die in a few days. There was little doubt. But then my gut twists, my stomach knots, my lips dry and I lick them; remembering the old taste of the old vegetables from the old garden patch behind my old home in my old town.

They were a lovely, lovely green.

LYNN.

Do you have a ff.net account?

Because your writings = Gold.

They are so...vivid. :o I feel like I'm 'inside' the story, watching what you write unfold before my eyes! :o So now you have revealed your hidden talent!!! :fangirl:

*converts into teh ultimate Lynn fanfiction fangirl*

:ph43r:

I have a fangirl. SQUEE. :blush: Thank you, yin-chan! I'm glad you liked them. :huggle:

I guess I didn't butcher Aerith then? ;)

I have a FF.net account. Although I rarely update it, haha. Those are the only two FF-related fanfics on it, though. I've written a few stories for other fandoms too, but most of them rather obscure.

Lynn.

Those stories. Are. So. Beautiful. And. I. Love. Them. :sad: :wub: :lust: :D You write wonderfully and...I just plain love them. :wub: There are many stories that I wuv, but these two are at the top of my list. :fangirl: :wub: Wonderful. Just wonderful. =]

Thena~ Thank you very much! I'm so glad you like them! :huggle:

I'm working on a pre-AC piece, that takes place sometime during On The Way To A Smile. I'll post it here when it's done, and I'm certainly hopeful that you guys will review it. ^_^

Those are great Lynn! I especially like "Green" it portrayed Aerith views on Midgar very well and I loved the interreaction between her and this "person" ^_^

I don't go on FF.net a lot anymore, I don't like the way they run it and the new rules they have put in it.

WOW!!!
Lynn, your fanfics are absolutely great!! :fangirl:
i would really like to read some more... :yes:

Leon and AWF: Thank you so much! I'm really glad you guys liked them! :huggle:

I would have replied sooner, but I didn't realise there'd been a response. I'm sorry! :sad: Definitely need to use that thread subscription option.

As shown in Green, I like writing from a 'nobody's POV. It's always interesting to me how the 'normal' people react to the heroes and villains of a game.

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[Final Fantasy VII] AU piece, mainly inspired from this thread. Unbetaed.


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"...Aerith."

The flower girl looked up at the sound of her name, into a large bouquet of flowers-- flowers of many kinds, of familiar varieties and scents. She immediately recognised a few from her own church. The flowers were simplistic in nature, almost amateurish in their arrangement; but the carefully tied bow spoke volumes of the effort that went into its creation, rigidly held out perpendicular to the floor by a sword-calloused hand.

He looked so uncomfortable, holding it like that.

But it was an image that rarely happened, and she was going to savour it for all it was worth. Aerith decided to let the torture go on a little longer, to give her the time to engrave upon her memory these flowers in that swordsman's hand. She clasped both hands behind her back, peering over tiny white daisies peeking out amongst the larger tulips and chrysanthemums.

"Yes, Cloud?"

In the ensuing silence, one could almost hear the blond searching for his next words.

Mako eyes flickered downwards, realising that he was gripping the flowers too tightly. The stems would break at this rate. As they both watched him slowly loosen his grip, one finger at a time, all attention focused on that one particular action; Aerith waited patiently for Cloud to find his own words.

"Strife Delivery Service, here with a package for a Ms. Gainsborough," he finally announced, in that straight-forward tone he used with all his deliveries, with that serious gaze he gave to almost everything around him. He rested the large bouquet against a forearm. Very practiced motions forced to look fluid and natural.

He was always so clumsy with these things.

Small petals broke off the daisies, drifting gently onto the panelled flooring under invisible winds. Tiny white feathers against the stark black of his clothing. A smile formed upon her lips as she stepped closer, intent on perhaps responding with another tease-- until green eyes spied a glimmer amongst the kaleidoscope of colours and leaves.

A ring of gold hung from the thin stem of a single forget-me-not.

Aerith vaguely felt her eyes widening, in that detached awareness of one in complete shock. Her gaze moved upwards on its own, yet no awkwardness greeted her from him. Only a half-lidded, shy pair of blues.

"Will you accept it?" His question came so softly, and his lips had barely moved; and maybe he'd said it and maybe he hadn't, but she'd heard the question all the same.

And for once, she realised she had no words fit for response.

All she had was the warm nothingness in her mind, as she lifted her hands to cover his, holding the amateurishly-arranged flowers with the carefully-tied bow, and allowing the scents to overwhelm her. A stray petal from the forget-me-not brushed against her lips, reminding her of their first meeting amidst the darkness and the explosions and how that had all faded into silence when they'd both spoken.

Aerith had wanted to remember this moment, but now her mind was blank and all that remained were the words, the flowers and the blue.

OMG that was the best Lynn!

Awesome! It's my favorite now! I love it!

You're much too kind, FFP. But thank you so much! I took a much shorter time writing this than I usually do with my pieces (I obsess about them for days before ever posting them anywhere), but I was too excited about this piece to do that. :lol:

Very glad you liked it so much! :huggle:

*dies and goes to heaven*

Lynn, is your ambition to be a writer someday??

Because that is INCREDIBLE. I adored it, I was clinging onto every word, just savouring that story. It's so simple, but the way you wrote it was just so.......emotive. It's amazing.

:cray: I'm going to have to force marriage onto you too. :cray:

So good. You had them perfectly in character too. :cry:

It was beautiful!

i'm such a dope for not reading this sooner <_< :blush:
the darn internet wouldn't connect!!!

Anyway,Lynn this is absolutely faboulus!!
This is my fav now..... :fangirl:

the proposal story was so sweet! i could imagine it! :lol: :lol: :lol:

*blows dust off this thread*

For once... a Tifa ficlet! I don't feel like I have as firm a grasp on Tifa's character as I do Aerith's, so writing her will probably help me shape her out.

prison
Timeline: Before the Nibelheim burning and during CoT.
Summary: Every strand a sorrow, an anchor, a promise unfulfilled. Let it grow, let it grow, until it snaps your head right off.

OMG~~Lynn, this one is so much like official fiction or the series of CoT, so......REAL!! :yes: Thanks for sharing this piece! :huggle:

:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:

Oh poor poor Tifa, Cloud must be the worst fanboy among all villagers, and the most blunt guy during their battle journey.....XD If Cloud saw Tifa cutting her tail off, wearing pants instead of mini skirts, and he said "Well, I think you look better." Tifa would stab him with the scissors on her hand..... :o



Lynn, you really should write more...(*sigh) Can I be another fangirl of you? :fangirl:

:blush: You're too kind, aerithlove. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much! :huggle:

:lmao: OH CLOUD. Doncha know the only right answer when it comes to women's clothing is NOT to answer? :ow: I wouldn't want to be near Cloud when Tifa hears that. And I betcha AVALANCHE wouldn't either. XDDD

I guess Tifa just has a weird idea about "princesses". Most girls would choose to wear something frilly and long, like a traditional princess, in anticipation of their knight rescuing them. Tifa chooses a cowboy outfit and miniskirt+suspenders. :lol:

Only if we can fangirl over each other! *worships your translations* <3

I.....LOVE YOU LYNN. :blush: Cross my heart, hope to die.

I haven't read "prison" yet, and am sure excited to do so, but I just have to comment on "untitled" now before I lose time later, aaaand.... I'm pretty much, incredibly speechless. Wow. Still oozing with mucho love and astonishment. <33 I can even feel my insides squeeing.

Hmm, where to start? Well then. I utterly adore your fic. I love how it is such a simple but very precious moment between the two, and very much how in-character they are... Cloud messily arranging pretty flowers in a carefully-tied bow? "Strife Delivery Service, here with a package for Ms. Gainsborough"? x) Aaaaack! That was beautiful, and I adore your vivid, excellent writing style. SO MUCH. I can't really explain right now; I'm just so lightened up with your brilliant stories. Such colorful vision you have, a breathtaking gift--I hope you get to share your kickass writing skillz to the world. Your portrayal of C/A is exactly why I love them so much--no need to spruce anything. The chemistry is just spot-on. (I've been replaying FFVII lately, and you are so damn accurate!) Thanks to you, as always, I'm greatly inspired. <333

(Now off to read more of Lynn's Scribbles of Greatness with Reese's PB cups and milk~)

:huggle: x 989528359328598999 + 3.

Yay, I'm so glad this thread has been resurrected! :lol: I remember stumbling upon it a long time ago while sifting through the fanfic section and thinking "WOAH. Lynn can write beautifully." :swoon:

I love your latest piece. You capture Tifa's spirit as both an independent woman and a woman in love with Cloud very well. ^_^ Please write more fics!

OMG. FEEDBACK. :hyper:

Thank you! I haven't played the original game in ages, so this is VERY comforting to know. XD

And I also love the simplicity in Cleris, yet its ability to put a more "otherworldly" spin on it. (Or maybe it's the other way around?) They are a fantastical couple, with the death and aliens and whatnot; yet Cloud and Aerith exist in small things, in flowers and ribbons and "a few of my favourite things", as the song goes.

Not that I'm a feedback-whore or anything but... I'm looking forward to your comments on prison too, since you always have such interesting thoughts behind Tifa's character. ^_^

Many thanks, Sadhana. I love your writing (though you really must write moar, because I'm not getting my fix!) so this is a huge compliment. <3

You nailed what I was hoping to show spot-on. Tifa gets a lot of flak for being "clingy", but I think she's trying her hardest to walk a fine line. I'd like to think that somewhere between CoT, what with caring for kids and running a REAL business (as opposed to a front for AVALANCHE), and her talk with Cloud in AC, she found that balance between being herself and still loving Cloud.