#shit-faced Yaz might be slightly OoC but fun to imagine

[kornaxon]

Yazoo x Cloud 16 and 33 🤣🤣

By reblogging that post i only wanted to inspire fanfic authors, and was really surprised i got some ask! ^\\\\^

Thank you! Here's the first little story, custom-made for you, Enide's Dear!

Prison

(Yazoo x Cloud)

If he’d wanted to be completely honest, Yazoo wasn’t too surprised to wake in a prison again. He just had no memories whatsoever about how he ended up there.

Not that he was fit enough to care. At that very moment he wasn’t able to decide whether he was having a hangover or was still drunk. Probably both.

It was the foul stench that woke him up. Holy Mother, something smelled so bad, made him sick. Actually, someone must have had vomitted here nearby. Maybe it was him.

Pitch dark, cold and stink. Feeling dizzy he forced himself up onto his legs to check his whirling environment. Dragging his palms on the wall he stumbled around, until he touched the bars. That’s how he figured out he was in a cell. And not alone, he had to realize, when he fell through a massive body also lying on the floor. The growling sounded a bit familiar, but he was too intoxicated to wonder, and anyway, he fell on his side and it hurt. Not bothering anymore to get up he kicked back, and ignored the cursing that came in response. He continued his journey climbing on the filthy floor: after the bars again the cold, sticky walls; he did a full circle.

And there he remained, sinking back into some troubled, drunken sleep, that didn’t grant him much rest. The creek of the bars found its way into his fuzzy dream, and made him realize that the other prisoner was taken away. His limbs felt too heavy though and his mind too astray to move his body and break out. The opportunity came and passed.

So what. Why bother at all. Either Cloud will come for him, like last time, or Kadaj. Planning and executing a bold rescue mission will be great fun for that adorable mini-terror, so he was actually doing a grand favor by being drunk, staying here, doing nothing, trying to zzz. But most likely it will be ’Big Brother’ who finds him first.

Finally the thought of his boyfriend stirred some memories. Cloud was supposed to return tonight and they agreed on meeting in the Seventh Heaven. Yazoo arrived too early and felt bored, therefore he looked around for someone to tease. Of course he knew the target’s real name, but calling the rugged man Captain Lowwind and play harp on his nerves promised more wicked fun. Each time he mispronounced the name it sounded closer and closer to Captain Blowvin, until the laughing around them made the pilot snap. Tifa’s warning to kick them out in case of a fight made them settle their brabble by a drinking contest.

But what happened later on, he still had no idea. His blurry thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of being pissed upon.

F*cking jailors! One of them was urinating over him through the bars. Yazoo twitched and growled in annoyance, loud and threatening. He couldn’t see a thing in the darkness but heard voices again and the shower just stopped. F*ck! By Mother’s tits, what kind of filthy prison is that?! He will shoot them all. Shoot them all! Shoot them… but a bit later. First he needs to snooze a bit.

Next time he woke up he felt terribly thirsty. Yet, neither the thirst woke him up, or the dim light that he sensed through his eyelids. But the familiar steps. He didn’t need to look up to know who is standing on the other side of the bars looking down at him disapprovingly. Recognizing the annoyed, displeased sight was easy – he heard it enough before.

„You’re late!” His reproach sounded too slurred to be taken seriously, and they both knew it was just a bluff to prevent the scolding that was already being cooked for him behind those cold blue eyes.

„Guess you paid the bail…?” His voice was lacking its usual smoothness, sounded harsh and hoarse. Still squeezing his eyes he blindly grabbed the iron to help himself up. It was still slippery of the urine that didn’t dry enough in the cold. „Hnnh.”

He needed a few seconds to gather his strength, so gritting his teeth he muttered a few musing words.

„What were you told, how i ended up in prison.”

„Well deserved.” Finally, Cloud cared to speak. Only half-way and slowly, Yazoo opened his eyes. There they were, a pair of dusty boots, right in front of his nose, and the black bars between them, swirling in a sickening way. Getting up was difficult. Damn, just like beating Cid in the drinking contest. He wasn’t sure he had succeeded at all.

„Are you staying long?” One of the dusty boots moved, toes turning away from him.

Yazoo highly disliked the mocking tone. He decided to punish his lover for it later on, after he shoots the guards and drinks a few gallons of water. And takes a shower, has a proper rest, some nice food… oh Mother, so much work to do!

„Open the bloody bars at last!”

Those well-known boots were already taking his boyfriend away. Cloud threw a few parting words back at him above his shoulder.

„At least Cid figured out he wasn’t locked up. You are in the old dumpster’s enclosure behind the Seventh Heaven, dumbass. Where Tifa dropped both of you when she had enough.”

The sound of slow steps had already faded away when Yazoo lifted his gaze. His gloved fingers were still clutching at the rusty iron fence. Somewhere in the near the Fenrir’s engine started to hum, waiting for him.