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aurorasgate · 1 year ago

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good morning angel

sephiroth x fem!reader | 4.4k+ words

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, domestic and cute that turns into a little rough and loving sex<3, teasing, pet names, oral (receiving), size kink if you squint he is huge idc, prone bone, cream pie, a little sappy? and possessive - i just think y'all are madly in love always, let me know if i missed anything please!

sephiroth knew you were up to something from the moment you stepped into his space and caught his attention.

oh yes, there was no doubt in his mind that there was something you were after when you sauntered from the bedroom dressed in one of his old training shirts and a cute pair of panties he could see only the hem of in your steps, your skin looking heavenly and soft in the morning light pouring in through the windows of your shared apartment.

his own skin still lingers with the memory of you in his arms last night and early this morning and as much as he wants to indulge you both in having you against him once more, he is interested to see what exactly you’re after before he’ll be coaxing the words from your sweet mouth; a saccharine prospect that has him smiling behind the book he had been reading since coming home from early morning training.

your steps are light as you make your way to him and though he acts like he’s still paying attention to the pages in front of him, his eyes never leave you. they drink in the way the thin fabric of his shirt sits on your figure and shows the curve of your breasts and nearly the entirety of your legs. it would take only a tug to reveal the most intimate parts of you but you look just as divine with his clothes on.

stopping behind where he sits on the couch, you wrap your arms around his neck. “g’morning,” you greet, voice honied and barely above a whisper, your lips brushing along the shell of his ear and lingering both before and after you place a kiss there.

“good morning,” he hums back with the same gentleness. closing his book, he keeps one of his fingers between the pages he had been reading and rests it on his lap, turning his neck to give you his full attention but when he expects you to kiss his lips, yours instead meet his cheek and are moving away much too quickly for his liking.

your hands travel along his bare chest and over his muscular shoulders as you pull away from him and he’s left in the living room without a proper kiss to his lips that you normally would have given him upon starting your day. he can only watch the sway of your hips and the little peaks of your bum with each step you take towards the kitchen and away from him in your tantalizing walk.

“hungry?” you ask once you’re at the threshold of the kitchen. without turning fully you look back and see sephiroth not even attempting to hide the way his darkening gaze threatens to devour you whole. you will your legs to not tremble as they wish to under such a lovely and intense expression.

he can’t help but let out a deep chuckle at how cute you are when you want to tease him and feels his mouth water for what he’s truly hungry for when he answers,“yes, sweetheart. i’m famished.”

the way he stares at you and the words he speaks ignites the heat that was already kindling below your belly when you decided to enact your little plan this morning and make it hard to take your next step without it being back towards him so you could crawl into his lap and kiss him like he was the very air you needed to breath but you were determined and already enjoying the way he reacted to you. but you were only getting started.

most would agree that it wasn’t the smartest thing to provoke any soldier, let alone the strongest of them, but you were eager to see how far you could push sephiroth in your teasing, how far you could go until he broke. the rest of your plan was already set, all you needed to do was not break first. which he wasn’t making easy from the moment you saw him sitting there shirtless, long silver locks draped over one shoulder and glistening in the morning sunlight like the most expensive silk, the fabric of his pants stretching around the muscles of his thighs and his long fingers flipping pages of his book when you really needed them on you instead. it certainly hadn’t helped with the way he spoke to you in a sultry deep voice that was dangerous for your heart.

just as you hoped, he follows you into the kitchen and with each step you hear him take, your own are in a hurry to take your position. leaning his body against the entryway with his arms folded over his chest, he watches with amusement and desire as you stand on your toes to reach for something sitting on the top shelf of the cabinet. one hand splayed on the counter helps you stand a little taller but the other that reaches for what you need brings up your shirt, giving sephiroth the perfect view of your legs and ass.

sparkling mako eyes roam over your figure, starting at the stretch of your feet and calves. moving up your legs, sephiroths cock twitching at the sight of your thighs and where he’d rather have them right now. his gaze moves up to fabric half covering your bum and stopping just where the hem of your shirt rests on your back, keeping the rest of you hidden from him. your hair sways in your reaching movements and when he makes it to your hands, he sees your half hearted attempt to get whatever item you’re after and smiles boyishly.

he’s still wearing his smile when you turn around after a few more moments of your pretty show. your lower lip is in an endearing pout, your eyes glinting with an exaggerated plea, not that he’d ever be able to deny you even without it.

“can you help me seph?”

pushing off the wall and unfolding his arms, the tug on his lips grows. “of course.”

you make room for his bigger figure but before he can attempt to grab the item you want, you’re pressed against his right arm. the warmth of you melting from the fibers of your shirt and onto his skin and it doesn’t get past him where your breasts are placed to squish against him either.

as if knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep this up if you looked into his eyes that you know are on you, he was so impossible to resist, you instead focused on the cabinet and how it felt rubbing against him as you stand on your toes again, grabbing onto him tighter, and point towards the teapot nestled in the corner.

“that one please,” you’re all feigned innocence and paying no mind or word to the teapot that has its normal spot on the counter only a few feet away at a height you’d have no problem reaching.

you feel the rumble of his silent chuckle that vibrates through his upper body but he doesn’t say anything about it either and grabs what you asked for without any issue or having to use much of his reach. meeting his eyes when he hands it to you, you smile sweetly with a quick ‘thank you’ and draw away from him yet again. your free hand, feather light, gliding down his peck and like it hadn’t been there at all, disappears before reaching his defined abs in the distance you put between you.

as unfair as you saw this considering the amount of control over his emotions that your beloved often displays, but still wanting to try, you underestimate how much of a hold you truly have over sephiroth. it took more strength than he thought he had to resist you at this moment. with your back to him now, it would be so easy to scoop you onto his arms and take you where he pleased or press you against the counter with your back to his chest and let you feel how crazy you make him with a press of his hips. only you could bring sephiroth to his knees so easily but he would hold strong, play along, see what else you had planned.

thankful you aren’t facing him as you get water from the sink, he adjusts himself in his sweats, trying to make how hard he was getting not so obvious. you’d hardly touched him but there’s no denying how much he needed and loved you, it was something not even his body could hide.

in the moment he had looked away from you however, there was a crash, splashes of water followed by your little gasp, and when he looks up in earnest worry, you’re facing him, the front of your shirt soaking wet and revealing to him every dip and curve from the tops of one of your breasts and half of the other, over both of your peaked nippled and down past your navel.

sephiroth swallows the noise creeping up his throat, something between a chuckle at the lengths you were going that he finds utterly adorable and a groan because your antics were working and he was growing hotter, harder, by the second.

“oh my gosh,” you laugh it off, your tone still clinging onto your fake innocence but your body is betraying you and soon you’re certain your words would too. just a little more. “clumsy me.”

your steps are quick to pass him, avoiding his blown pupils that watch your every but he stops you before you can get far with a large hand around your wrist and his heavy voice, “where are you going?”

dipping your head, you hope to hide the way you bite back your victorious smile by sucking your bottom lip between your teeth but sephiroth sees it all.

“to change,” you say after a moment, your voice flirty and wavering from your previous act.

“oh?”

“mhm,” you affirm, needing no strength to slip from his grasp, though you didn’t want to part from him but if you didn’t go now, you’d surely break first.

your steps are light and slow at first as you take off your shirt before making it out of the kitchen but they turn into a hurried walk down the hallway when you hear him following after you. your pace picking up with every step, you can’t suppress your giggle the closer you get to the bedroom or the full blown shriek you let out when you get into the bedroom and suddenly he’s in front of you with a wicked smile on his lips. you knew he was faster, inhumanly so, and you doubt anyone else has ever been pleased while being chased by him but your cheeks hurt from your smile.

using momentum from your running, you hurry onto the oversized bed and start to crawl across the mattress towards the closet in what you know is a futile attempt to continue this little escapade. you don’t get far at all before sephiroths hands are around your ankles and pulling you back towards him with your stomach and breasts dragging along the soft duvet. he handles you like you weigh nothing at all, like there's no way you’re getting away from his grasp.

your giggles only stop in the steadiness he has over your body when he lifts your hips. you can feel him coming between your legs that his hands help spread and the hardness of his cock on your clothed pussy makes you whimper. nin your fluttering gaze, hazy in anticipation and in the wake of heat spreading throughout your body, you can’t make out much of the bedroom in front of you but you feel sephiroths big hands keeping you pressed against him, holding the weight of your entire bottom half. he doesn’t move and when you shift to be on your knees, moving your hips for friction, he stills them but you swear you can feel him throbbing between the fabric of your panties and his sweats.

you let out a whimper in protest, reaching behind you to move his hands from your hips so you could feel more but he doesn’t budge.

“what is it you really want, hm?” he asks, clicking his tongue. leaning down closer to you, he’s sure to keep you flush and still against him as he whispers against the skin behind your ear. the weight of him on top of you, the warmth of his minty breath and the headiness of his tone has you breaking in defeat. you want him so badly and as he had predicted earlier, he coaxes the words out of you. “use your words angel.”

“i want you..” you could feel your face burning with almost the same intensity as between your legs but it wouldn’t stop you from getting the words out, not when you knew you wouldn’t get it without saying it to him, especially when you teased him first and when he had you in a position where you could hardly touch him. turning your head towards him, you look back to see the silver of his hair and green of his eyes, his pink lips so close to yours. “want you inside me seph- please.”

“mmm,” he hums in approval that only adds to the mess you’re becoming underneath him. “my good, sweet, girl.”

bucking his hips against you, sephiroth captures your lips in a hungry kiss that’s full of tongue and teeth as he grinds his hips against your cunt but he can’t take everything separating you for long. a few more breath stealing moments pass and he’s breaking his lips from yours, his kisses traveling to your neck and down your back and his hands help you settle comfortably on your knees with your feet hanging off the edge of the bed.

you stay like that, your chest and cheek pressed into the mattress and ass in the air while he slides your panties off of you with painful slowness, letting his fingers brush along your skin the entire way but never where you needed him most.

“so wet for me.” the words come out in a near purr at the dampness of your panties and the glisten of slick on your folds. his hands leave you entirely then and you hear his soft thud of his sweats meeting the floor followed by his knees and the feeling of his hair tickling your calves.

you don’t get the chance to look back at him or say anything. burning hot and eager to taste you, sephiroths tongue licks a fat stripe from your clit to your entrance. the pleasure is white hot, leaves you ready to beg for more, like you couldn’t be without. which wasn’t entirely untrue, you could never be without him. instinctively arching your back, you feel more than hear the deep hum of pleasure he lets out at the taste of you. he doesn’t waste a moment to delve in for more of your arousal either.

grabbing onto your trembling thighs, his seemingly boundless strength helps hold you upright while moving you as he pleases. it starts off with the press of you against his face until you’re worried he won’t be able to breathe but you can’t focus on the thought for long with the way he takes your clit between his lips and licks and sucks mercilessly all the while his nose nudges against your folds.

an intoxicating mix of your essence and his silva melts against his tongue, drips down his chin, and has his hard cock leaking on the floor below him but his throbbing length is the last thing on his mind. sephiroth is totally and completely lost in you and your pleasure that he desperately craves.

it’s too much and yet not enough when you feel so empty, want him to touch more of you, need to kiss him again but even if you could muster the strength to get any of what you wanted or voice it, his hold on you keeps you exactly where he wants you and the pleasure he gives you with his skillful mouth makes you want to break right here and now.

“oh fuck,” your words are muffled in the sheets you bury your face into when sephiroth pulls away from your clit with a lewd wet noise and uses his hold on you to bring your hips back and fuck you on his tongue. your hands clench the sheets, your breasts rubbing along it in time with the push and pull of your body. arching your back more, the angle it provides, how greedy he is to taste all of you he can, the feeling of his tongue inside of you, has you so very close. “seph!”

sephiroth is panting as he pulls away from you, just far away enough you can still feel the heat of his breath against your folds and the tickle of his hair on your thighs when he says, “cum for me sweetheart,” before his mouth is back on your cunt and at the feeling of his teeth grazing along your clit your body has no choice but to follow his command.

you cry out into the sheets as your orgasm washes over you as he devours you like a man starved, bursting and caught on the tongue that didn’t let a single drop go unsavored. his deep moan vibrates against you, adding to your ecstacy, and he doesn’t stop until you’ve ridden out every second of it and then some. it’s only his hold on you that keeps your body from collapsing onto your stomach with the last few body shaking flicks of the tip of his tongue to your clit and they still tremble in his hands when he stands up and effortlessly, gently, helps you lay completely flat on your belly, one cheek resting comfortably in the soft sheets.

he uses the same tender touch when he crawls over you, cages you between the bed and his large body with his arms and legs on both sides of you and caresses your brow, brushing hair from your face to behind your ear. his own hair hangs around you like a curtain of starlight, the length of it pooling on the bed in puddles of soft silver as he leans down, pressing some of his weight against you, his dick snug against your ass, and kisses your temple.

basking in the euphoric pleasure still emanating in the room, your hand comes up to cup sephiroths jaw, your finger brushing along his cheek, feeling the brush of his long lashes as he leans into your touch and lays his hand over yours so he can keep it in close and place a kiss there, whispering his words into your skin. “tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

nodding, the pressure between your legs already rekindling in a burst of warmth and need that spreads like wildfire through your veins and to your heart, all you can manage is a barely audible ‘okay’. it doesn’t get past his ears that are keen to catch every noise and word he drew from you however.

as eager as you are to feel more of him, get exactly what you asked for, you hate when he lifts off of you to position himself. you can still feel him straddling your legs and crane your neck to look back at him. your heart beat is uncontrollable at the sight of him, as if it wasn’t already so irregular from your orgasm only moments ago but this was something different, from the kind of beauty that stirs your soul and engraves in your mind to see in your dreams over and over again. you certainly did want to see this again, though not within a dream when he was right here; his tall and broad figure towering above you in all of its scarred, ethereal beauty. pale skin marred on his arms and legs from tests and battles, long silver hair messy and yet still perfect against toned muscles honed by years of training, his much larger hand wrapping around more of his cock than your hand can but goddess it still looks so big in his hold.

pumping himself slow and tight, his free hand grabs a handful of your ass with strength that has you mewling and your sticky folds spreading when he grasps just a bit harder. sephiroth keeps you like that, giving him the perfect view of your hole, fluttering and wet in anticipation, the perfect angle to press his leaking tip into you, so shallow and squelching in your arousal with every inch he pushes into your tight heat and when he pulls out of you just to sink back in a little further, again and again.

“‘s so big..” you can barely mumble the words with how his cock is stretching you, a mix of pleasure and pain that you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins, nor do you want it to stop.

he chuckles, a bit strained from how he’s holding back in order to give you time to adjust to his size but it’s so hard to do with how tight you are around him like this. sephiroths weight is on you again, resting on his elbows to keep from crushing you completely but every heaving breath he takes pressing you into the mattress, lets him slide deeper into you until he’s fully sheathed inside of your tight walls. “you can take me, can’t you angel?” his voice is low, husky.

you can only whimper in reply when your velvety walls squeeze around him, pulling him in deeper, and he bucks his hips in response, somehow sinking even deeper into you. you moan into the sheets as you press back into him, a silent plea for him to move that has him setting a slow and focused pace, letting you feel the thick vein running on the underside of his cock with each drag of him outside of you and the press of his tip that you swear you feel in your guts when he delves back inside.

“just like that,” you hear him say but in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body, you don’t know where exactly it’s from, if he’s near one of your ears or in his incredible height is praising you from above your head.

“sephiroth.. please..” you don’t know what you’re begging for, you have all of him, everything that was and will be his, his very body and soul, and though you repeat the words again and again, you didn’t have to. he’s giving you exactly what you needed as if it was his own desire.

he goes faster then, your hands hold onto the sheets with the repeated buck of his hips slapping against your ass but there’s no getting stability at this pace and when you bow your lower back, drunk off of him and still so greedy for more, his cock reaches deeper than before, his weight pressing you further into the mattress.

“fuck -” he curses through his heaving breaths and clenched teeth at how unbelievable you feel, how well you take him, like you were made for each other and no one else could have this, have you.

your body jostles underneath him with every deep onslaught of his cock thats desperate to claim you, feel all of you, and to keep you close, in this perfect spot, one of his arms comes around your front, locking you securely in his hold and against his chest as he thrusts in and out of you with fervor. his face rests so close to yours now, you can feel the short hairs of his bangs on you, can hear the noises in his throat and in your watery vision, you can make out blurs of silver and green before feeling the press of his lips against your face, the edge of your lips and over your shoulder. every kiss so soft compared to the way he’s taking you.

“you’re perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, his arm around you tightening with a roll of his hips that has your eyes watering in pleasure. “so perfect and all mine.”

“all yours,” you agree breathlessly and feel him sigh where his lips rest on you but it turns into a sinful call of your name that seeps into your skin and drives you to the brink of another release when he goes harder, faster, like he may never get to feel you like this again and the last thing he wants to hear is you screaming his name as you come on his cock and milk him for all he’s worth.

it certainly won’t be the last time but you couldn’t hold back the waves of bliss that comes over you. its ripples over you both, crashing again and again on every tingling nerve of your being and by the stutter, growing sloppier - needier, thrusts that start as you pulse around him, sephiroth is following right after you.

he reaches for your face with his hand not holding you against him, in a gentle contrast to the way he was fucking you only moments ago. he cradles your face lovingly so he can capture you in a searing kiss as he spills inside of you, plentiful and sticky. there's a mess between your legs, leaking from your pretty pussy still stuffed full of his cock and onto your ass and sephiroths hips.

neither of you pay it any mind as your kiss breaks and you slump in his hold, completely spent but still basking in the humming afterglow of your love making. his mouth doesn’t go far, the softness of his lips brush along your cheek as he releases you from his hold and lifts some of his weight off of you, allowing you to settle comfortably on the bed and take in a deep cooling breath that’s full of the mixed scent of sex and your beloved.

his voice is quiet, like despite that it was only the two of you in this room he hadn’t wanted anyone, not even the planet, to hear his words. they were only for you. “i do adore your teasing darling but if you want me so badly, you don’t need to go to such lengths. i’m yours for the taking.”

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rosy-crow · 6 months ago

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By the way, this is so random, but ShinraArch shared this little detail from Crisis Core where Genesis and Angeal’s eyes go really grey after degradation. I figured it’d be useful as a drawing reference.

These are the textures!

Genesis:

Genesis starts off with mako-blue SOLDIER eyes with hints of cyan and he ends up with pure silver eyes!

Angeal:

Angeal’s eyes are like…deeper mako blue at first with the cyan core and then they look REALLY dead grey by the end and honestly kinda shriveled :(

Oh and just for fun, behold Sephiroth’s terrifying cat eye texture ajdhd

His eyes are fucked up because not only are they slit-pupil obviously, but the amount of mako to make the entirety of his eyes the cyan blue that is just vaguely seen in the others is wild…and they actually are heavily green at the core like true mako. Bro’s an alien pumped full of earth juice.

#these details are kinda intense #i like it #ff7 #crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #sephiroth

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rottenpumpkin13 · 6 months ago

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Everyone comes back one morning to discover that someone (Zack Fair) has turned the entire SOLDIER Floor into a massive ball pit overnight. What chaos ensues?

Sephiroth: Stands motionless at entrance for 5 minutes straight, face completely unreadable. Attempts to wade through "professionally" before ungracefully tripping and vanishing entirely despite being 6'7". Has adapted to ball pit life with concerning speed. Occasional flashes of silver hair move under the surface like a shark fin. Surfaces periodically like a hippo, only mako eyes visible, hunting for Genesis.

Genesis: Initially tries maintaining dignity by perching on a high surface and lecturing the rowdy Thirds throwing balls at each other. Until Sephiroth's hand shoots out and drags him under with terrifying efficiency. Emerges periodically screeching about betrayal while pelting balls at Sephiroth's hand before it drags him under again.

Zack: "Okay so... funny story. Was trying to order some training equipment and saw these awesome balls on sale. Only meant to order 100 but turns out I maybe added five zeros? And hit confirm twice? And they were having a buy-one-get-one deal... So technically this was fiscally responsible? Also, anyone seen Cloud? He sank about 20 minutes ago :("

Angeal: Attempting to deliver a lecture on military etiquette and responsibility while dodging rogue balls, but is visibly losing patience.

"Seriously, guys, we're SOLDIER. We're supposed to set an example—*gets smacked in face by Third Class*—THAT'S IT. ZACK, START RUNNING. NOW." Proceeds to chase Zack through the pit like an enraged bear, still somehow still lecturing despite murderous intent.

Lazard: Barricaded in office with chairs against door. Alternate stages of hysterical laughter and sobbing while calculating budget impact. Has started drafting resignation letter.

Cloud: Last seen being sucked into a ball pit whirlpool. Occasionally surfaces looking more traumatized and disheveled, armed with a baseball bat, before attacking the dragging hand and being pulled back under.

Kunsel: Already selling "I Survived the SOLDIER Floor Ball Pit Incident" t-shirts.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife #crisis core #lazard deusericus #kunsel ff7

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silverflqmes · 1 year ago

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agszc and the WAY THEY SAY I LOVE YOU CAUSE I'M STILL SCREAMING OVER CLOUD'S DATING HCS YOU MADE SNSKDJKD

໒⦂ ( 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

notes. you might be confused with the use of parenthesis but it’s exactly what you think.. not all of them ACTUALLY say those words.. read and see🫡

genre. fluff + angst ( sephiroth’s )

for @melukonova <3

ft. sephiroth, cloud strife, zack fair, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley

disclaimer. ok, poetry IS NOT my strong suit, from time to time i experiment with it but i am not the best at it so keep criticism tame please..

gender neutral! reader.

➫ 𝓢𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ sephiroth’s confession would be something that requires patience. he doesn’t have much experience with love, as he wasn’t exposed to it much throughout his life.

⌗ it doesn’t mean he’s incapable of feeling it, rather, it’s a matter of him truly realizing those feelings he has and how deep they run. now the way those words come out.. would likely be influenced by heightened emotions.

a beat of silence passed before the the silver haired hero closed the door, turning to face you with an expression you weren’t certain his features were even capable of making. “what were you thinking??”

he was distressed, brows knitted together as you watched his chest rise and fall unevenly, each breath more irregular than the last. you assumed it was anxiety — something you’d never associated with sephiroth.. until now, that was. “i was doing my job, an injury or few is unavoidable at times, you know that.” came your mumble, feeling your own brows furrow.

of course he knew that, the top hero knew that better than anyone.. but this. “there are other ways to get things done, what you did today was completely reckless — as though you had no care whatsoever for your life.” he argued, moonlight bangs swishing from right to left when his head shook. “you could have died!”

now it was your turn to get frustrated as you stood up from your place despite your aching muscles, walking up to his broad frame. “and that’s suddenly an issue now? our line of work demands for us to risk our lives everyday no matter the mission! we both knew this going into our relationship, so why are you suddenly so worked up over this??” you matched his tone, not fond of the approach he’d taken in addressing you.

“because i nearly lost you!” he shouted, overcome with emotions so powerful, he couldn’t even stop the onyx, gloved hands that flew to your shoulders, clinging desperately to something.. something even he didn’t know of.

his breath stuttered as he lowered his head, trembling in his place. “i can’t.. i-i can’t have you leave me, too…” the first class SOLDIER whispered in a voice so broken, so defeated, you had to remind yourself that behind this towering, imposing powerhouse.. was a human being, with feelings of his own, no matter how well he hid them. a human that knew loss, and an unwelcomed amount of it.. and feared more of it.

unsure of what to do, you pulled him down into a hug, feeling your anger fade into nothingness as you allowed your eyes to close. “i won’t, not ever.”

➫ 𝓒𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝓢𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ he says get help but he’s the one that needs help.. bro just, he can’t say it — he’s too embarrassed and he just doesn’t rlly know how to bring it across properly..

⌗ in the end, he opts for a more subtle method that aerith had once told him about. it required minimal speech on his end, and called for actions to take the reigns — perfectly up his alley.. as long as you got the memo.

“cloud?” you called out in surprise, turning to find a familiar spiky haired blond with an ivory colored flower in between his gloved fingers.

his lightly tanned cheeks were dusted with a tint of pink, seemingly reddening as he held out his hand, averting his gaze. “you said you wanted me to bring you something back from my delivery in sector five.. figured i’d bring something you don’t find everyday here.”

your knowledge of flowers was minimal, as midgar.. wasn’t exactly filled with them. you only rarely saw them from a distance, and on the occasions that you had, normally they were too pricey to purchase.

somehow, however, the owner of strife delivery services seemed to have gotten his hands on one singular flower. when you’d ask for a small souvenir from his travels, it had been a joke, simply you joshing like you normally had with him.. though it appeared this time, that he had taken it seriously.

you cleared your throat, letting out a sheepish laugh. “you didn’t have to do that, but thank you — i’ve.. never received a flower before, much less held one..” you confessed in a soft tone, taking the bloom from his grasp as you brought it close to your face.

even without leaning in to take in its scent, the sweetness greeted your senses as a smile etched itself onto your lips. “aah~ it smells wonderful, what kind of flower is it??”

he rubbed his neck at the question, feeling himself grow more nervous by the second. “it’s um.. it’s called gardenia. aerith’s mom insisted i took one back with me, since they were the newest edition to her garden.. said something about it having a deeper meaning, too.” cloud spoke up, finally lifting his mako-azure eyes to meet yours.

you lowered the flower in your hands, tilting your head. “deeper meaning? i didn’t think flowers were so complex.” you snickered into your free hand before grinning brightly at him. “but, go on. i’m curious!”

the tips of his ears seemed to burn with red as his lips parted before he turned his back to you, folding his arms. “o-on second thought, i forgot..”

“WHAT?? no way, it must be good if you won’t say! come on cloud!” you urged him, moving in front of him to see his face, but all you caught was the faintest smile as he continued to turn away. so cryptic!

➫ 𝓩𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝓕𝗔𝗜𝗥 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ zack uh- as we can tell, he isn’t exactly the ‘think before you speak’ kinda guy — whatever comes out, comes out.. with no regard to how blunt or sudden it might end up sounding.

⌗ now how would that apply to a confession? well, i think he would just say it without even thinking of the impact behind his words. it would just come out naturally, casually.. and you would end up staring like- did he fr just say that??

a sigh left your lips as you turned the page of the newest issue you’d picked up of shinra’s very own magazine, because what didn’t the prestigious electric company have to their name?

meanwhile zack was busying himself with yet another set of squats, clearly antsy. missions had been quiet as of late, mundane even. at the moment, you were both occupying the second class floor, waiting for orders.. but nothing came.

a groan left the nicknamed puppy’s lips as he halted his movements before draping finally himself onto the spot on the couch you hadn’t occupied. “man i bet the firsts are out kicking ass! they really don’t have anything for us to do here??”

you licked your thumb to flip to the next spread, humming. “unless you feel like getting involved with professor hojo’s questionable ass tasks, i’d rather sit here in boredom.” you confessed, missing the grimace on his face since your eyes remained on the passage you had been reading.

“i guess you have a point.. but still.” he pouted, leaning into your face as a means of getting your attention. “can’t we go ask lazard?? he’s gotta have something by now for us, right?!”

a laugh seemed to leave your lips at his complaints as you lifted your eyes at last to meet his zircon ones, a smile stretching across your lips. “and, what? have him tell us no for the fifth time in the last two hours?”

his appendages seemed to part in protest before they jutted out once more. “w-well! for all we know a mission could have popped up on that computer of his right now! with angeal and them gone, they’re bound to ask us! i’m sure of it!” the second class SOLDIER insisted, clenching his fists in determination. “come on, y/n! it beats reading whatever propaganda you’re reading!”

it was partly true, shinra’s magazine went on and on about sephiroth’s feats if it wasn’t already in the daily paper or news. and one look at those puppy eyes had you crumbling. damn him for that effortlessly adorable face..

“fine, we’ll ask one last time.. but if he says no, you owe me a drink from the vending machine since i paid last time!” you huffed out, tossing your copy back on the the coffee table as you stood up with your hands on your hips.

as though sparkles had appeared in his eyes, zack hopped to his feet before engulfing you in a tight hug. “for real?? you’re the best, y/n!! i love you! i love you! i love you!!”

➫ 𝓖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦 𝓡𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗦 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, the romantic and the one that does too much because everyone else ain’t doing enough ( his words ) — genesis. you can expect a very enigmatic brain scratching confession..

⌗ or in other words, the cheesiest kind of confession that involves poetry, some form of incorporation with loveless, and just some frivolous display of his affections for you in case you don’t pick up on the hints..

“y/n, my dear! won’t you hang back awhile? our work is done for today.. perhaps you’ll indulge me in a piece i worked on, hm?” the redhead spoke up, causing you to pause in your tracks as you blinked over at him.

a piece? “you mean.. poetry?” you inquired for certainty, surprised that he had the spare time to be writing something. “i’m not the best at deciphering metaphors and whatnot.. but i’d be willing to hear what you have.” you smiled, eager to see what he had been working on in his free time.

“not to worry!” he waved you off, pulling out a small notebook from his long coat. “even the foolish and emotionally unintelligent, like our beloved sephiroth could understand!” genesis laughed out, fearless of his friend — or in his eyes, rival — as usual.

you let out a nervous chuckle as you pulled up a chair to hear what he’d prepared, praying that your silver haired friend did not hear.. not that he would care, anyway. just genesis being genesis.. “well um, i’ll do my best to somewhat comprehend what you wrote.” you offered, anyway, placing your hands on your lap as a means of resting them.

the male dressed in crimson took it as a sign to commence, lifting his fist up to clear his throat before holding up his poem. “in a bed of asters, the tears of the goddess.. blossoms a favored one amidst a world or filth and endless disasters — a beauty that wears star formed petals for a bodice..and adorns droplet shaped blades of which its creator once wept.” genesis paused, trailing a finger down to the next line. “one day, a new flower would emerge — tall, scarlet, and proud.. tenderly well kept, and yet.. as sorrowed as a rain cloud.”

you almost wanted to question why, curiosity overtaking you despite the urge to giggle at a few.. choice of words he made. how couldn’t you when it was so reminiscent of the usual reciting he did of his most favorite work of literature.

compelled by your zealousness, you fed into your inquisitiveness. “why was it sorrowed?”

a soft chuckle tumbled past his lips at the awe in your voice as he closed the book with a low hum. “for it was loveless, without its starry accomplice.. that bloomed on a path far away enough to diverge.” he finished gently before sliding a hand to your cheek. “nevertheless, that is but fiction.. as our paths will remain entwined, and my heart shall not bleed with my beloved star around.”

➫ 𝓐𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝓗𝗘𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗬 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, yes, the confession of his love.. yet another unspoken way of proclaiming his feelings for you, although i believe his method may just be a little more meaningful.. but just a little.

⌗ however, what would call for the confession exactly, and the realization of his feelings? personally, i believe it’d have either been something in the heat of the moment — in other words, you being in danger, or perhaps.. an inquiry, in regards to the buster sword glued to his back.

“earlier..” your began, eyeing your lover with a curious gaze. “that was the first i’d ever seen you draw the buster sword.. for the longest time, i convinced myself it was decorative, or something.. but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

the rag in angeal’s hand came to a pause at the question, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “i remember zack asking me that several times before and i still haven’t presented him with a proper answer.” he mused, eyes softening as he gazed upon his weapon. “growing up, my family was not one for riches. we had enough to get by, thankfully, but making money was hard work on my parents — specifically my father.”

a breeze passed through the few strands of hair that frames his face as he gazed upon the sky. “still, he had wanted to gift me something for passing the SOLDIER exam, and had this forged for me.” he smiled gently, closing his eyes. “it took him a very long time to recover financially for his debts in having this buster made, so long that it cost him his very life in the end..” the first class SOLDIER spoke up, allowing his eyes to lower back down to the blade in his hands. “and so, i do my best to avoid bringing any wear, tear or rust upon it.. as it represents not only my dreams and honor, but the efforts and sacrifice for its creation.” he finished steadily, finally meeting your stare. “but for you, i would draw it without a second thought.”

your boyfriend was already impressive to begin with- the most humble and noble person you had come to know.. but this? it had left you in complete awe to know how sentimental he truly was, despite his stoic demeanor. and for him to have used his beloved weapon to shield you from harm — what did that mean? that he.. held you in higher regard than it..?

“you.. you would do that for me?” your inquiry was stupid, as he had done it once already, earlier in fact.. but angeal nodded, regardless, the small smile on his lips expanding, even if it was just a pinch wider.

“if it guarantees your safety.. in a heartbeat.” he answered with little delay, a fondness in his mako tinted eyes — one that he only ever really showed to you.

notes. zack being the only one who actually says i love you verbatim.. meanwhile the others are cryptic and expect you to guess ( cloud.. genesis.. ) or say it without needing to say those three words.. crazy tbh

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ajalholland · 5 months ago

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Final Fantasy 7 life scenarios or something.

(Couldn't think of what to call it. 🙃)

Warnings: Wounds

Characters: Sephiroth, Cloud Strife, and Zack Fair.

You are a hardworking medic, always ready to jump in and help others, even if it means putting yourself in harm's way.

You tied the knot with none other than the legendary soldier Sephiroth. Talk about a power couple!

You and Sephiroth first crossed paths on the battlefield, but sparks didn't fly right away. Sephiroth was a bit of a late bloomer in the romance department. 😆

When it finally came time for Sephiroth to pop the question, he wanted to do something super special and memorable. But after you nearly lost your life saving someone else, Sephiroth realized he couldn't wait any longer. He proposed to you right there in the medbay, where you had just been patched up. Pretty intense!

As for little ones, you and Sephiroth have four adorable kids together. 3 boys, and 1 girl. Your family is like a little army of cuteness!

Did he faint during the birth of your child?: No, but he was close.

The battlefield was a chaos of clashing swords and screaming soldiers. Amidst the fray, Sephiroth fought with the skill and grace of a man possessed, his silver hair whipping in the wind as he dispatched enemy after enemy with ruthless efficiency.

(Y/n) tended to the wounded and dying, her medic's pack heavy on her back. She was kneeling over a fallen soldier when a stray bullet nicked her in the shoulder, making her gasp.

Sephiroth, drawn by her cry of pain, leaped towards her just as the cliff edge they stood on gave way beneath their feet. They tumbled down the steep incline, arms and legs entangled, until they came to a halt in a ditch at the bottom.

Panting, Sephiroth found himself on top (Y/n), his hard body pressed against her soft curves. He gazed down at her, a flicker of blush on his pale cheeks, he blinked, starstruck by the most stunning pair of (E/c) eyes he'd ever seen. "You alright, miss?" he asked, his deep voice a stark contrast to the cacophony of battle still raging above them.

(Y/n), despite the pain radiating from her shoulder, couldn't help but feel a thrill at being so close to the legendary SOLDIER. She met his gaze, a wry smile on her lips.

"I've had worse," she quipped, gently pushing against his chest, trying to get up.

Sephiroth's eyes widened and his blush darkened when he realized they position they were in. He carefully shifted, rolling off her, and offering her a hand with a sheepish grin.

Sephiroth took her hand and gently pulled her up to her feet, his grip firm and warm. He kept hold of her hand a moment longer, as if ensuring she was steady, before releasing her.

"I must apologize for the sudden fall," he said, straightening his dusty uniform. His eyes flicked to the blood stain on her shoulder. "You are injured. We should get you to a medic." He paused, realizing the irony of his statement given her profession. A wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Though I suspect you are quite capable of tending to yourself."

Above them, the sounds of battle began to recede, the last of the enemy forces fleeing. Sephiroth turned back to (Y/n), his gaze intense and assessing. "I am Sephiroth, SOLDIER 1st Class. I have not seen you on the battlefield before. Are you new to the Shinra army?"

(Y/n) nodded, wincing slightly as she adjusted her injured shoulder. "Yes, I just transferred in. I'm a medic, specializing in battlefield trauma." She extended her uninjured hand towards Sephiroth, a friendly smile on her face.

"I'm (Y/n). It's a pleasure to meet you, Sephiroth. I've heard a lot about you." Her gaze drifted over his tall, muscular frame, noting the way his uniform clung to his broad shoulders and lean waist. She had to admit, the stories didn't do him justice. Up close, he was even more impressive.

Sephiroth took her hand, his grip firm and warm, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. A flicker of a smile crossed his face. "The pleasure is mine, (Y/n)." He glanced at her injured shoulder, his brow furrowing slightly. "You should get that tended to. I can escort you to get it treated."

He released her hand and gestured up the hill, towards the retreating sounds of battle. "Though I suspect you know the way."

(Y/n) laughed softly, shaking her head. "I do, but I appreciate the offer. It's not often I get a chance to walk alongside a legend." She started up the hill, her steps steady and sure, despite her injury.

Sephiroth fell into step beside her, his long strides easily matching her own.

Before tying the knot, you were grinding it out as a retail worker, hustling behind the counter and keeping shelves stocked. Not the most glamorous gig, but it paid the bills!

Your husband? None other than the spiky-haired, charismatic SOLDIER wannabe, Cloud Strife. Talk about scorin' a hot guy on your first date! Speaking of...

You two lovebirds first connected on a blind date, set up by a mutual friend (Tifa). Cloud must've made quite the impression, cuz you said yes to a second date, and then a third till you were dating for 2 years! 😂

When it came time for Cloud to pop the big question, he wanted to do something romantic. So he planned a whole camping trip, just the two of you, under a canopy of stars. Talk about a dreamy proposal!

Now, you and Cloud have a couple of lil cuties running around, keeping you on your toes. Two kids, a boy and a girl, who inherited your spunk and their dad's good looks.

Did he faint during the birth of your child?: No, but he was super anxious.

Cloud trudged into the restaurant, his boots clunking on the hardwood floor. He was already annoyed about being set up on this blind date. Dating just wasn't his thing. But Tifa had insisted, saying it was time for him to "put himself out there."

He spotted his date waiting at a table in the back and approached with a sigh. As he drew closer, he looked up to greet her and froze. His eyes widened as they took in the sight before him.

(Y/n) was... stunning. Gorgeous. Not at all what he had been expecting. His annoyance melted away, replaced by a growing curiosity and a strange fluttering sensation in his chest.

"Uh... hey," he managed to stammer out, suddenly feeling awkward and unsure. He rubbed the back of his neck, his spiky blond hair brushing against his hand. "I'm Cloud. You must be (Y/n)." He extended a hand, his grip firm and warm as he shook hers. (Y/n) returned his smile, "Yes that's me. It's very nice to meet you Cloud." She said softly.

Cloud blinked, momentarily at a loss for words as he took in (Y/n)'s beauty. He quickly regained his composure and pulled out a chair to sit across from her. "Nice to meet you too, (Y/n)." As they settled in and the waiter came to take their drink orders, Cloud found himself stealing glances at (Y/n).

Throughout the meal, they talked and laughed, the conversation flowing easily despite their blind date status.

As the night wore on, Cloud found himself leaning closer to (Y/n), the annoyance he'd felt at the beginning of the night had long since vanished, replaced by a growing desire to know everything about her.

(Y/n) seemed just as taken with Cloud. She hung onto his every word, a soft smile playing on her lips. As the waiter brought the check, signaling the end of their date, (Y/n) bit her lip nervously.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" she asked softly, hoping to prolong their time together. "It's such a nice night."

Cloud grinned, standing up and offering her his arm. "Sure. Lead the way."

As they strolled along the quiet streets, the cool night air brushed against their skin. Cloud and (Y/n) walked close together, arms linked, lost in conversation. The chemistry between them was palpable, electric.

Before long, they found themselves standing outside (Y/n)'s door. The streetlights cast a soft glow on their faces as they turned to each other. Cloud's heart raced as he gazed into (Y/n)'s eyes, seeing the reflection of the spark between them.

"I had a really great time tonight," Cloud murmured, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind (Y/n)'s ear. His fingertips lingered, grazing her cheek.

(Y/n) leaned into his touch, a soft smile on her lips. "Me too," she whispered, her gaze drifting to his mouth.

Feeling bold, Cloud leaned in closer, his eyes fluttering shut. As their lips met, he felt a surge of electricity course through him. (Y/n) melted against him, her hands coming up to grip his shirt.

They shared a tender, lingering kiss beneath the glow of the streetlights.

Before you tied the knot, you were busy making the world a prettier place, one flower at a time as a florist (Yes, I know, unoriginal). Talk about a blooming career! 🌷

Your husband? None other than the charming, playful (puppy 😉) Zack Fair. You two go way back, having grown up in the same humble town. Childhood friends turned love birds - aw! 💕

You and Zack's love story started with a lifetime of friendship, evolving into something so much deeper. And when he finally popped the question, he did it up right. A romantic candlelit dinner at a fancy restaurant!

Now, you and Zack have a lil princess running around, keeping you on your toes. She's the spitting image of her daddy, with a sprinkle of your sweetness. A mini Zack in a cute lil dress - can you even? 🎀💕

Did he faint during the birth of your child?: Absolutely, but don't worry it was only for a second...

Zack strode into (Y/n)'s childhood home, her parents had let him in, his heart pounding with anticipation. It had been years since he'd seen (Y/n), not since he'd left Gongaga to pursue his dream of becoming a SOLDIER. So much time had passed, but not a day went by that he didn't think of her.

As he scanned the house, his eyes fell upon a familiar face and his heart leaped. There she was, sitting at a table by the window, engrossed in a book. She looked up, sensing his gaze, and their eyes met.

(Y/n) gasped softly, a brilliant smile spreading across her face. "Zack?" she breathed, rising to her feet. "Is it really you?"

Zack grinned, his eyes sparkling just like she remembered. "Hey, (Y/n). It's been a long time." He stepped closer, pulling her into a tight embrace.

(Y/n) melted against him, breathing in his familiar scent. "Too long," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe you're really here."

They broke apart, both laughing softly as they took each other in. Zack was even more handsome than she remembered, with a new confidence and maturity in his eyes."I've missed you so much," Zack said, his voice low and earnest. "And life's been... complicated.. otherwise I would have come back sooner."

(Y/n) took his hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't have to explain, Zack. I'm just so happy you're home now." She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. "Stay for a while? Catch up?"

Zack grinned, giving (Y/n)'s hand a gentle squeeze in return. "I thought you'd never ask, (Y/n). I'm not planning on going anywhere anytime soon." He winked playfully, a mischievous glint in his eye.

They settled onto the couch, sitting close together just like old times. As they talked and laughed, the years melted away, and they fell into an easy rhythm. Zack regaled (Y/n) with tales of his adventures as a SOLDIER, while she filled him in on the happenings back home.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the room, Zack turned to (Y/n), his expression softening. "You know, being away made me realize just how much you mean to me, (Y/n). I never stopped thinking about you, about us."

He reached out, cupping her cheek gently in his hand. (Y/n) leaned into his touch, her heart fluttering at the intensity in his gaze. "I've loved you since we were kids, (Y/n). I never wanted to admit it before, too afraid to ruin our friendship. But now... now I know I can't live without you."

With those words, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, loving kiss. (Y/n) responded eagerly, pouring all her own pent-up emotions into the kiss. They broke apart after a long moment, both breathing softly. "I love you," Zack rested his forehead against hers, a small smile on his lips.

"I love you too, Zack." (Y/n) whispered.

#ff7 #ff7 x reader #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy x reader #sephiroth x reader #sephiroth #zack fair x reader #cloud strife x reader #zack fair #cloud strife

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jadedrrose · 6 months ago

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𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭

a cute lil christmas blurb for sephy :) also my first fic for him!!

word count: 867 warnings: fluff, pre-nibelheim sephiroth, the smallest amount of angst ever, g/n reader

Though you sit in a deserted hallway, the echoing sounds of a chaotic Christmas party reach your ears. It had been the somewhat last-minute idea of some Shinra employees who had nowhere else to go for the holiday- yet it spiraled into a much bigger event once the SOLDIERS caught wind of what was going on.

You stare out a large window, watching as each snowflake floated ever-so-gently downward. It was rare to see snow in Midgar; and so you were completely in awe, captivated by the white dust that began to cover the floating city. “It’s… so gorgeous,” you sigh, squeezing the man beside you’s hand, tearing your eyes from the snow to look at him. But he wasn’t looking out the window at all, rather, he looked directly at you.

“It’s a rare sight,” Sephiroth breathes, maintaining eye contact. “But perhaps not the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen,” he adds, nodding to you.

You blush at the indirect compliment. “Stop,” you giggle.

He hums, but says nothing more. Feeling hot underneath his persistent gaze, you look back to the snow.

The roaring of laughter and cheers from the party grows much louder for a few seconds, and you can’t help but wonder what exactly was causing the commotion. “I wonder if they’re doing gifts?”

“Gifts?” Sephiroth echoes.

“Yeah. I know I saw a few of them bringing in presents… I wonder if there’s any for you,” you smile.

“I seriously doubt that there would be,” the silver-haired man sighs, and your smile fades into a frown.

“What? Why?”

“No one’s ever gotten me a gift before,” Sephiroth replies.

As the words leave his lips, you feel a sinking feeling in your stomach, a horrific pang of sadness in your heart. “That can’t be right,” you say, voice becoming shaky. “Never?”

“Never,” he confirms, and your heart breaks for him. Sephiroth smiles though, perhaps trying to act as though the situation were ironic or somehow funny. But as you gaze into his sparkling Mako eyes, you can see sadness behind them.

Pulling your hand from his, you envelope his large frame into a hug. “I’m sorry, Seph,” you run a hand through his long, silver hair. “You deserve hundreds- no, thousands of presents.”

“It really doesn’t matter to me,” he shakes his head, but his hands rest on your back. “The only thing I need is you.”

His words make your heart skip a beat. You’d technically been dating for a while now, but you found yourself always feeling shy around him, while Sephiroth tended to open up much more slowly. Those two things combined resulted in a rather slow-moving relationship. So for him to say that meant a lot. Heart soaring, you smile. “Well, if it helps… I did get you a gift. It’s back at my apartment, though.”

“I appreciate it,” Sephiroth gives you a gentle squeeze.

Pulling back from his embrace, though still holding onto him, you look to the floor beneath you. “Although… I have another gift I could give you now,” you confess, and a bashful feeling rises within you. Were you truly about to be so bold?

“Oh, do you?” He raises an eyebrow, giving you a smirk that melts your heart.

“Mhm,” you sweetly hum. “Umm… could you close your eyes?”

Sephiroth complies, long lashes brushing over his cheeks as his eyes shut. You look between his now closed eyes and his lips, starting to hesitate. But you’d already told him you had this other gift for him, so there was no going back now. Slowly, you bring your face closer to his, heart beating faster and faster as you begin to feel his breath fanning over your skin. Closing your own eyes, you finally close the space between you and him, pressing your lips to his with a soft, innocent kiss.

You half expect him to pull away, but instead, Sephiroth leans into the kiss, moving a hand up to hold your head, pulling you closer to him. You melt into him, tangling your hands within his hair.

You stay like this for ten seconds, then thirty seconds, and finally a minute, before you completely lose track of how much time has passed since your lips connected with his. It’s the next wave of distant cheering that reminds you both you’re not truly alone, and that anyone could find you at any second. Though, as you begin to pull away, already missing how soft and warm his lips felt against your own, you decide that you don’t care if anyone sees. If it were possible, you’d kiss him until the end of time, anywhere.

Sephiroth smiles down at you, his eyes slowly opening. His loving gaze makes your cheeks grow red, and that shyness returns to you. Averting your eyes, you look to the floor again.

“That was by far the best gift I’ve ever received,” he breathes. “Thank you.”

“B-but I thought it was your first one?” You stammer, voice hushed to nearly a whisper now.

“It’s still my favorite one,” he replies.

Your eyes meet Sephiroth’s again, and you return his smile, before tilting your head up and leaning towards him to give him another ‘gift’.

#sephiroth x reader #sephiroth ff7 #sephiroth #sephiroth x you #sephiroth x y/n #final fantasy vii x reader #final fantasy x reader #ff7 x reader #ffvii x reader #sephiroth ffvii

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icycoldninja · 8 months ago

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Rescue (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

A/N: I've been inactive for a while, but inspiration has finally struck!

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"Excuse me, but you're not allowed back here," A SOLDIER told you, stepping defensively in front of the large, metal door you were trying to pass through.

"Get out of my way!" You shouted, trying to shove him aside. Despite all the effort you put into moving the man in bulky armor, he remained in place, as if he were a rock cemented to the floor.

"I'm sorry," He told you, in cold, professional tones. "Only authorized personel are allowed past this point." You were stubborn, but you also knew when to back down. Grumbling in defeat, you turned and scurried down the hallway in shame and anger, your irritated mind already working to concoct a new plan.

What you were attempting to do was probably the riskiest endeavor ever undertaken by a Shinra employee, one that could cost you your job, but that didn't matter to you right now. You were trying to rescue a man who meant more to you than the entire damn world. His name was Sephiroth, and he was locked up in Hojo's lab, subject to whatever vile horrors the maniacal old man desired, for reasons you didn't care to discover. One thing was for sure, you wouldn't let this go on, especially since you'd repeatedly promised over the years that you would protect him from anything. In order to make good on this promise, you'd been attempting to break into Hojo's lab all day, and had exhausted every possible method, except for one. You'd saved it as a last resort since using it was not only risky, but time consuming to travel through and even harder to escape through, though now you had no choice but to use it.

This "secret entrance" into Hojo's lab came into existence one day when he was away at a day-long meeting, leaving the lab largely unsupervised. Since you and Sephiroth happened to finish your work earlier than usual, you decided to remove the bars from one of the large ceiling vents in the lab, so either of you could wriggle through to visit one another. You two managed to complete the project in under 4 hours, and Hojo never noticed the change. Of course, back then, scenarios in which using this secret entrance were few and far in between, but times had changed. Now you were wriggling through the vents, trying to make as less noise as possible, while also trying to be as quick as possible. You'd already wasted enough time arguing with security guards and trying to guess passwords; you had none to spare. Just attempting to imagine what kind of torture your precious boy was enduring made your head spin and your stomach lurch.

Thankfully, the vents weren't that long; you spotted the end of the makeshift tunnel after just a minute or two of crawling. With a grunt, you managed to kick the vent cover off, wincing when it clattered loudly to the floor. You then dropped cautiously into the spacious laboratory, squinting in the dimly lit space, searching for the person you knew was here.

"Sephiroth!" You hissed, upon spotting him curled up on a bloody medical bed, wearing only his leather pants. To your surprise, he did not answer. Perhaps he hadn't heard you? You cried out to him again, as quietly as you could, and this time he heard you. With a low, trembling sigh, he turned over to face you, tired green eyes glowing in the darkness.

"What are you doing here?" He rasped, sounding more hurt and exhausted than you anticipated.

"Here to save you, duh," You whispered, creeping over to him.

"Stop." He ordered, turning away from you, a few locks of silver hair falling over the edge of the bed.

"What do you mean, stop?!" You grumbled, grabbing him by the arm. "I'm getting you out of here, Shiva only knows what that old ass did to y--" You stopped midsentence when you felt something slippery coat your palms. Pulling away from Sephiroth's bulky bicep, you found your hands coated in blood. His blood. Sephiroth saw you gaping at the mess on your hands and sighed.

"Get out, before he comes back," He told you ominously, but you didn't listen, you were far too preoccupied with the web of deep lashes laced across Sephiroth's body, wounds you somehow didn't notice until now. They were all over his back, his arms, his stomach, and his legs, soaking his pants in blood. You observed that no damage had been done to his neck, face, or the front of his chest, and wondered why. Then it came to you: The parts of him commonly on display to the public were left untouched, so no one would notice something was wrong. Hojo was a monster.

"What did they do to you?" You muttered, not realizing you'd spoken your thoughts aloud until after you'd said them.

"It's nothing new," Sephiroth replied, exhaling heavily as he sat up. "This is all...normal."

"There is nothing normal about this," You said, grabbing him by his bloodstained hand, attempting to drag him over to the vent. "Come on, we need to hurry."

"There is no point to escaping," Sephiroth told you firmly. "You leave without me. I will endure, fear not. I have, anyway, many times before."

"I'm not going to let that happen!" You protested.

"Yes, you will, if you stop to think for a moment. Should Hojo walk in on us, what do you suppose would happen? The most positive outcome is we both lose our jobs. The worst outcome....well...I would rather not curse you with that knowledge." You sighed at that, knowing full well what he meant, and crossed your arms in annoyance.

"So what am I supposed to do, just leave you here to suffer?"

"Yes." Came Sephiroth's blunt, straight-faced reply. "You would be doing us both a favor. A few more hours and I will be walking the halls again, and if you heed my words, you will be there to join me. Though..." He offered you a small smile, hardly visible in the darkened room. "I appreciate you coming to save me."

"Do you now?" You chuckled, ironic, given the situation.

"I do," Repeated the SOLDIER. "No one else would show this much concern for me, much less act on it. I...you have my gratitude."

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, quickly approaching the laboratory door, leading you to believe Hojo was returning. After receiving a fearful, concerned look from Sephiroth, who gave you a rough shove that had you stumbling several paces backwards, you scrambled for the vent, barely managing to tuck your feet out of sight when Hojo walked through the door.

"Now then," He began with a sneer, "Where were we?"

Half of you wanted to stay; the other half was terrified and wanted to flee. After briefly consulting your conscience, your body decided to act on its own and start crawling away. Fearful as you were, you felt so disgusted with yourself, even as you slithered away through the vents. What a cowardly act, running away like some scared little mouse. You should have stayed and fought--let Hojo and all of Shinra be damned!

How you hated yourself for fleeing the scene like a weak little fool, even though Sephiroth had all but ordered you to, it still hurt. Your blood boiled with rage you would eventually have to bottle up the moment you heard Hojo's sinister cackles reverberate through your escape route, echoing around you like he was everywhere. Your furious heart ached for your trapped angel as he screamed and screamed, only God and Hojo knowing why, but only you could hear him, and no one could help.

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secondarysefikura · 5 months ago

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Before he’s to be moved to Midgar Sephiroth escapes the Shinra Manor and runs to Mt. Nibel. Hojo and the other scientists try to find him but can’t, and assume that he was most likely killed by one the dragons that lives in Mt. Nibel. Years later Cloud is playing by himself like usual, and ends up getting to close to where Mt. Nibel is and is subsequently attacked by one of the monsters. But before it take even touch him Cloud is saved by a silver haired teen who swiftly kills the monster and immediately begins to eat it. It is very clear that this teenager is feral and very likely dangerous but that does stop Cloud from returning the next day with some food as a thank you to the teen for saving him, then the next day he comes back to offer to brush the teens hair which was in knots, and maybe if he’s lucky he can grab the scissors without his mom knowing he could even cut his hair for him when he comes back. Cloud ends going back to Mt. Nibel everyday(in secret of course)to spend time with his friend. Sephiroth is always happy when Cloud comes to visit him, and hopes that one day Cloud will want to stay.

Ohhh, this idea is actually so cute!

What if Cloud started bringing little flashcards to try to teach Sephiroth some basic words so the two can communicate better. He can't teach Sephiroth everything, but with time Sephiroth can form basic sentences and communicate surprisingly well.

Now, to get a bit angsty...

Cloud gets older and decides to go join the Shinra army, as there aren't many jobs in Nibelheim. While he is sad to leave Sephiroth, he knows he has to do this and does his best to explain to Sephiroth that he is leaving. Sephiroth doesn't really get it until a week goes by and he doesn't see Cloud. Then a month. Then two months.

Now he understands what "away" is, and he does not like it. In his attempts to find Cloud he begins to venture closer to town and perhaps attack the towns folk. As he grows more bold/gets more desperate to find Cloud, he's drawn to the mako reactor. Jenova's voice calls to him, and he gladly listens when she promises to help him find his dear Cloud.

A few weeks later, Shinra sends First Class SOLDIER Zack Fair and a few troopers to Nibelheim to investigate reports monster attacks in the region, and a disturbance to the mako reactor. Much to everyone's shock when they arrive, however, the village is a pile of ashes.

In the middle of the flames is the sole survivor, a man with long, wild, silver hair. Before anyone can say anything, Sephiroth turns to the group and stares at them before zeroing in on the trooper standing closest to Zack.

The trooper may be wearing a helmet, but Sephiroth would know his dear Cloud anywhere.

#cloud strife #sephiroth #ffvii #ff7 #zack fair #final fantasy vii #sefikura

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sephifrog · 1 year ago

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so we're property huh?

sephiroth x reader

Cleaning the training room after the firsts destroyed it wasn’t how you wanted to spend your afternoon but after the stunt you pulled on your last mission you were surprised Lazard didn’t give you a harsher punishment. You knew you shouldn’t have left your post. Wiping away the sweat from your brow you almost smacked yourself when you heard someone clear their throat, you spun and saw Sephiroth in the doorway, a man who seemed so untouchable why was he here? Were you cleaning the wrong ruined training room? “O-oh? uh hey?” your stutter, something a lot of the soldiers joked about, caused you to narrow your eyebrows and clear your throat missing the small chuckle that left the man.

The silver-haired general was the whole reason you (and a lot of others) joined Shinra power company, you wanted to meet the legend but after years of only catching glimpses of him, you gave up on that dream and transferred from soldier candidate to inventory grunt, still a decent pay but less work at least that's what you told yourself.

So seeing him here was a shock. “I lost something when I was training you don’t mind if I look for it?” His voice was smoother than you thought it would be, hearing it through speakers didn’t do it justice and you could feel your face warm up as it rang through your ears. You almost couldn’t answer but willed yourself to choke out a noise that you hoped sounded like a “sure”

Tearing your eyes away from him you start to tidy again wondering what he lost, unsure if you should offer your help or if that would seem like you're trying to pry. In the end, you decide on just finishing the task the director gave you. While your back is turned Sephiroth peaks at you, he feels like he’s seen you before but can't place where, he hasn’t spent much time with inventory but he’s sure you weren't employed last time he worked with them. As he opens his mouth to ask an almost silent laugh is ripped out of him as you slip and start to grumble. Moving towards you he offers his hand and when your eyes meet he can't help but be taken by the colour, so beautiful, only snapping out of it when he spots the mako. “You had treatments?”

It was a whisper curious in nature almost childlike, his thin pupils seemed to have locked onto the remnants of mako swirling in your eyes. Interest is clear on his face as he observes yours closely.

You almost couldn’t respond to him, too lost in his eyes and feeling your heart race from him being so close but you cleared your throat.

“A while ago, before I transferred”

His lips press together as he pulls you up, eyes trailing over your body in interest.

“The mako didn’t take? I don't think I've heard of many transfers”

Again you noted curiosity in him as he asked, it put you a bit more at ease seeing him so human. He let go of your hand and started to continue his search but you could see he was still listening to you.

“Eh, they took but I didn’t want to stay so I transferred, I would have left but the contract says we can’t until the mako leaves our system, something that I don’t think will ever happen” you grumble the last sentence but snap your mouth shut realising who you're talking to.

He laughs nodding in agreement. “You would be correct, Shinra likes keeping their property close” His voice wasn’t harsh but his words seemed to be angry, you could tell it wasn't directed at you when he cleared his throat and looked away. the air seemed tense as you turned to continue cleaning the tinkering of metal rang out as you swept it up.

“We could continue to talk smack about Shinra over coffee?”

You froze as the words slipped out of your mouth, nervous laughter bubbling up but before it spilled out-

he responded.

“I would like that”

#final fantasy 7 #final fantasy fanfiction #finalfantasy x reader #ff7 x reader #final fantasy crisis core #sephiroth x reader #sephiroth #ff7

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drabblesandimagines · 1 year ago

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Little One (wip)

Sephiroth x female reader (reader is President Shinra's daughter, no spoilers for Rebirth, just your average Sephiroth lore)

Some fic crumbs for @ironicsss from this drabble I'm expanding on:

The tanoy crackled into action, looping a pre-recorded announcement. “Please remain seated. SOLDIERs will begin to disembark carriages one by one. You will be searched upon disembarkation. Please comply.”

You try to focus on your book - keep your head down low, don’t draw attention to yourself.

It’s hard, however, to ignore the building whispers from further down the carriage. You raise your head a little to see what the hubbub was about - a tall, long silver-haired man, his lean, muscular figure clad in leather, a thin long sword across his back.

General Sephiroth is stood at the end of the carriage, bright eyes scanning the occupants of the seats intently, looking for something… or someone.

You move your gaze back to the page, though the words are not going in at all, re-reading the same sentence over and over.

There was no way Sephiroth was looking for you.

Besides, he wouldn’t know who you were anyway...

..right?

Your heart begins to thud loudly, almost in sync to the now approaching footsteps. A shadow is cast over your page and, without a word, a gloved hand lightly grasps your chin and tilts your head up to meet his gaze.

The famed general towers over you and as your eyes meet, he releases his grip on your chin.

“Ms Shinra,” he greets, and goosebumps prickle across your skin.

You close your book over and nod, slightly. “General Sephiroth.”

“Come.” He offers his hand to help you from your seat. “The President is… concerned.”

#ghostdogwrites #ghostdogasks #ghostdoganswers #sephiroth x you #sephiroth x reader #fic crumbs #ff7 x reader wips

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aurorasgate · 8 months ago

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hi luna!! i hope you’re doing better and i’m looking forward to reading your works from this event <3 my request is: recovery + whispered confession + sephiroth?

sephiroth x reader

falling for you event (event requests closed)

i've been doing okay! thinking of seph always helps to get through it 💕 thank you for requesting this! i didn't mean for it to get this long fjdlflf but ohmygosh i just want to comfort this man so badly

sephiroth had a way of making most things look comically small compared to his massive height and broad shoulders. your sector 7 apartment was no exception to this either but despite how not built for incredibly tall soldiers it is, it had never felt more like home than when he was here with you.

you’d have taken more comfort in that fact, would have enjoyed the sight of him in your too small bed, had he not shown up tonight looking mako sick and tired. comparable to an ill feral cat with his chest rising and falling under unsteady breath, sweat beading his forehead, dark circles under his eyes that are full of so much mako that their glow nearly engulfs his thin pupils completely.

he had wordlessly let you take him into your arms from the moment you opened your door to find him unwell and leaning on the doorframe, so much of his weight pressing against you as he struggled to keep himself upright and after a long embrace he seemed more than reluctant to let end, sephiroth continued to not speak a word as you led him through your apartment and into your bedroom.

only when you start to move away from him, wanting to go grab some water and a cool towel, does he finally speak. a deep, almost urgent, murmur of your name as he grasps your wrist with more strength than he intended to use. not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt you, but once he notices he quickly loosens his grip. “don’t go.”

your eyes soften in time with the plucking of your heart strings and you take a step closer to him, giving him an honest, reassuring smile that smooths the crease in his brow. “i’ll only be a sec,” you promise, pulling your wrist from his grasp slowly, giving his long, gloved covered, fingers a gentle squeeze before letting go completely. “if you can, maybe try to get out of your boots and coat. get more comfortable but just take it slow, okay? and if you can’t then wait for me - i’ll be right back.”

the sound of the bed creaking as he sits up follows your quick footsteps out of the room and into the kitchen. at the touch of cold water from the faucet onto your hands you let your mind actually begin to try to process the fact that in this state not only had hojo let him leave the fucking lab, a fact that has you ringing the cloth in your hands a little too tightly, but that sephiroth made his way here instead of to his own apartment to sleep it off like you know he has before.

was it always this bad? you wonder. he’d told you some things about his regular mako treatments before but nothing too detailed and he hardly ever let you see him after words. stubborn in the way he locks himself away at times. what had made today so different?

you try to hush your hopeful heart before your ever growing feelings for him run away from you. your feelings, and the way you had convinced yourself he couldn’t possibly reciprocate, didn’t matter right now. friends or.. something more, you only want to help him. remind him he’s safe and cared for and do whatever you can to help the mako sickness subside.

sephiroth is tugging off his boots, coatless - shirtless - when you make your way back into the bedroom, trying to leave your questions, your feelings, at the threshold to your bedroom but goddess help you, he wasn’t making it easy.

his muscles are taught with every movement he makes, marred, milky skin under long silver locks that aren’t enough to cover the broad expanse of him. after his boots are off, you hand him the glass of cold water and he lets his fingers slide over yours for a long moment before he takes it from you, reaching out to touch your elbow with his other hand, and drinks the whole glass in a few gulps.

it’s as though he needs to touch you more than anything else because from that moment he doesn’t break contact with you again. even as you take the glass from him, softly instruct him to lay back down and he does so, his fingers are a whisper of a touch on your arm and when you settle on your knees in the bed next to him, he rests his hand on your waist, as if to ensure you aren’t going to leave again.

carefully, the pads of your fingers brush loose strands of silver hair from his face, smoothing over the soft skin of his forehead and to the shell of his ear, the butterflies in your chest knocking against your ribcage when sephiroths dark lashes flutter closed and he leans into your palm, his hand at your waist twitching to bring your closer.

“seph..” your voice is but a whisper, all you can manage when feeling how unbelievably warm he is against your palm, how the cold lingering on your skin evaporates in seconds. it makes the emotions within you mix and mingle together and pool in your eyes in the form of burning tears. all of your worry over him and the comfort you find in the fact he has trusted you enough to see him like this. the anger at hojo - shinra - for doing this to him again and again. a protectiveness over a man who had more power than you thought humanly possible.

reaching for the wet cloth, sephiroths touch on your waist moves slowly, weakly, in a soothing motion. comforting you when you meant to be comforting him. despite your attempt to force your watery eyes to dry and look anywhere but at his gaze that you know is on you, your eyes meet as you gently tab at his face with the towel, letting it soak up the sweat and heat from his forehead to his neck.

“it’s okay,” he promises you with a tired tug of his lips that are looking more pink than they were only a few minutes ago and a swipe of his thumb along your waist. “i’ve had worse.”

he says it so casually, almost with amusement and you swear if he wasn’t sick you’d smack him in the chest with one of your pillows. instead you settle for a half hearted smile and a shake of your head that helps disperse some of the tension keeping hold over you. “that doesn’t really make me feel better, you know.”

as you finish on the other side of his face, right under his sharp jaw, sephiroth's free hand lays over yours, easily stopping your movements and he calls your name softly, as though he didn’t already have your full attention. “may i hold you?” he asks, breaking his gaze away from you and giving you the perfect chance to see the healthy bit of color dusting the tips of his ears. pink and striking against the backdrop of your pillows and his halo of hair that looks like silky starlight.

his eyes return to yours, your tender expression reflecting back at you through the sparkling mako that still dominates the color of them. “shouldn’t i be the one asking you that?” you reply, your words quiet and mirroring your visage.

“is that a yes?”

“as long as it won’t make you feel worse or more overheated.”

“it couldn’t possibly.”

before you can put the now warm cloth on your nightstand, sephiroth is pulling you on top of him. steadying you with the hand at your hip, his other helps guide your leg over him. he’s more gentle than he needs to be, holding back from crushing you completely into him but not daring to underestimate his strength right after a treatment. he places you directly on top of him with your legs laced comfortably through his, your ear directly over his heart that beats more steadily underneath you, his hands placed at the back of your skull and the middle of your back. like he means to keep you there for as long as you’ll let him.

your cheeks burn with a warmth that's all your own but you find it easy to melt into him, to find the rhythm of his breaths and match it, for your hearts to start beating in time with each others, as if they are one.

perhaps they are, and have always been.

“sephiroth?” you break the comfortable silence between you after some time, whispering his name as if to see if he’s still awake though you know he is. but there are words you want to speak. things you want to say that would maybe have been better spoken to his sleeping self, with no chance of rejection, but there’s no worries in your heart when you’re in his arms.

“yes?” he replies, a rumble you feel in his chest paired with the tightening of his embrace.

watching your fingers trace his collar bone, you continue, quiet and soft and unafraid. “will you let me care for you if - when this happens again?”

he grasps your hand in his, so much larger compared to yours, with scars you want to map out and kiss better no matter how old and unpainful they may be now.

“you would want to do that? for me?”

your chest aches at how genuinely surprised he sounds. you would do anything for him.

curling your hand in his, you bury your face into his chest, taking in the scent of flora and leather that clings to him. “of course,” you whisper against his skin. “i care about you so much and i..” he squeezes your hand reassuringly when you hesitate. “i want to protect you. as silly as that sounds.” the last of your words come out even quieter than before, in quick succession you don’t think any normal person would have been able to make out.

“it’s not silly,” sephiroth says with absolute resolution in his hushed tone, the kind that tells you he won't be having you saying such things again. “i’m thankful and more than anything else,” you feel the press of his lips to the crown of your head, happy to find them as warm as they should be and not a degree more. “i want to protect you too.”

#final fantasy vii #sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #final fantasy vii x reader #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #ff7 x reader #final fantasy 7 x reader #🌙.falling for you

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