#final fantasy scenarios

[indigosuvi]

Just A Dream

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Cloud had been through a lot in his time. He came across as rude at first until you got to know him better. It was only a slight surprise to his friends when you and him got together. As time went on, he became better. He was slightly more open, and he didn’t talk much, but he was able to handle himself a little better in a conversation. He never talked about his dreams; you didn’t know if he even had any. Everyone had to dream of something, but he didn’t know. It wasn’t until you and him shared a bed.

The moon shone brightly in the dark sky. The stars twinkled in the quiet night. You lay next to Cloud; the window slightly cracked with the breeze from the cool night gently blowing in every so often. You were both sound asleep; the curtains blew back and forth as the breeze came and went. The bed slightly stirred, but yet you remained asleep.

Cloud rolled over; his face tightened and relaxed. You were gone when he woke up. He walked around the house looking for you. You weren’t there, and you hadn’t even left a note letting him know you were gone. He worried about you, but maybe it was an accident; maybe you had forgotten. He pulled out his phone and sent the text. He stayed looking at his phone, hoping you would text him back, hoping that you were alright. It was only a few minutes, but it felt like centuries. He wanted you to be back home and safe. There was blood everywhere; he didn’t know what to do or what to say. He didn’t know how it had happened. He wanted you to be safe, but he knew you wouldn’t be coming home. He wanted to see you again, but not like this. He wanted…

Tears spilled down his cheeks as he woke up. You were lying on his chest; he wrapped an arm around you tightly. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to wake you. He didn’t want to bother you with his problems, and he didn’t want to say the nightmare that he had. He wanted you to be safe, and he would protect you. You were awake; you had felt Cloud moving around, and you had tried to gently wake him and make sure that he was okay. He didn’t respond, and then he started crying. You were worried for him, so you laid down on his chest. You didn’t say anything,t respond, and then he started crying. as you didn’t know what to say to help the situation. For a moment, you thought about asking him a few questions, but you didn’t think he would answer. You also didn’t want to bother him, as he was always closed off at times. You lifted your head up to look at him. He placed a gentle hand on your cheek as his eyes met yours.

“You’re here?” He asked as he looked at you. It was a small question; he didn’t ask anything else. He wanted to make sure that you were here. He didn’t want to be wrong. He didn’t want this to be a dream.

“Yes, I’m here. You’re okay, and so am I.” You said with a small smile. He smiled back and pulled you closely for a hug. You didn’t know what his dream was; you couldn’t possibly know what had happened, but he loved what you said.

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[gyaa-fish]

more ff7 stuff, try to guess who my faves are lol

[ffa07aa]

my fav genre of final fantasy guy - white twink marionette

[sugusoko]

*ever crisis era au where the pair from banora (reincarnated from another timeline?) defects early and kidnaps brings along a very young sephiroth with them

[skyekitsuneart]

shoutout to my bestie collin who inspired this

[maitother]

Everyday is Summertime with You

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Just imagining having a softie boyfriend on your side.

Your softie boyfriend who cuddles you when you're having period cramps, rubbing your back gently and whispering, “I wish I could take the pain for you.”

Your softie boyfriend who sends you good morning texts every single day, just to remind you how much he loves you—even if he saw you just last night.

Your softie boyfriend who bakes you cookies after you’ve had a rough day, and leaves a sticky note on the box that says, “You deserve sweet things.”

Your softie boyfriend who kisses your forehead when you fall asleep during a movie, carefully turning down the volume and pulling a blanket over you.

Your softie boyfriend who calls you “my sunshine”, even when it’s rainy, just because he swears the world lights up when you're around.

Your softie boyfriend who brings you soup and cuddles when you're sick, insisting on watching comfort shows and rubbing your feet while you rest.

Your softie boyfriend who always saves the last piece of chocolate for you, no matter how badly he wants it.

Your softie boyfriend who gets teary-eyed when he sees you cry, hugging you so tightly you feel like nothing in the world can hurt you anymore.

Your softie boyfriend who writes little love notes and hides them in your bag or notebook, just so you find them when you least expect it.

Your softie boyfriend who holds your hand under the table at dinner with your family, squeezing gently whenever he senses you’re nervous.

Your softie boyfriend who loves taking photos of you candidly, because he thinks you're beautiful when you laugh and wants to remember every little moment.

Your softie boyfriend who lets you fall asleep on his chest, playing with your hair until your breathing slows and you drift off.

Your softie boyfriend who always asks how your day went, and listens—really listens—even when you just need to vent.

Your softie boyfriend who blushes every time you compliment him, even though he never stops calling you beautiful.

Your softie boyfriend who plans cozy rainy day dates, complete with blankets, your favorite snacks, and a playlist he made just for you.

Potential characters:

JJK: Gojo, Yuta, Yuji, Nanami

DMC: Dante, Nero, V

Final Fantasy: Zack, Cloud

[foreststarflaime]

Au where Genesis decides to come back and try to snatch Sephiroth away from Shinra during his first attack on the tower

Sephiroth is fighting wave after wave of G-copies, dissociating more than a little because he’s having to kill the spitting image of one of his best friends over and over again. He slices through the neck of one, bats away another, impales a third coming up behind him—

Only to realize a second later that oh, that last one really was Genesis, as he drops Rapier with a cry of shocked agony so similar to that first one in the training room.

He finds himself cradling his bleeding friend in his arms, the battle around them forgotten, as Genesis weakly snarls at him. Sephiroth ineffectively shoves Curaga after Curaga at him, but it does little—the curse of degradation. Genesis’ wing flutters weakly as he tries to suppress his rising fear. Angeal comes barging in screaming his name, but Genesis passes out soon after.

Bad ending: Genesis dies right there in their arms. Sephiroth never forgives himself, and Angeal never fully recovers from losing his oldest friend like that. But they lean on each other, and do all they can to win the freedom Genesis had been fighting for.

Good ending: Angeal rushes Genesis, barely clinging to life, back to Hollander. Sephiroth follows, much more concerned with making sure his friend is healed from a wound he caused than with ensuring the safety of Shinra board officials. It’s the training room scare all over again, with the both of them standing in tense silence as they wait to see if Hollander can save him. Neither of them trust him, but it’s the only option they have. This time, they press harder about why Sephiroth isn’t able to do the blood transfusion—and Hollander caves, finally. Genesis is cured, and mollified by Sephiroth all but prostrating himself before him begging forgiveness. They all burn Shinra to the ground together and retire to the countryside where Genesis and Zack can be increasingly territorial with each other over Angeal while Angeal flirts with Sephiroth

[memory-of-idle-musings]

Hi! May I request headcanons of: Since recently has been valentione's day event in ffxiv, how would G'raha tia, Erenville, Koana, Hades, Hythdolaues and Hermes react reader doing that "bouquet" emote where they kneel and offer bouquet of roses to them? (sorry if too many characters, wasn't sure what the limit was).

Wish granted!

Hello and thank you for being my first request here!!! The moment they added the bouquet emote to the game, my first thought was to immediately go play with it in gpose and give it to all the characters xD. So I feel you completely and I really enjoyed writing this. Anyway, here are some late Valentione's day headcanons. Hope you enjoy it!

⋆.˚┆Giving them a bouquet of roses reactions .

╰─..★.──────★.

﹒✶ | Summary:

How the characters would react to you kneeling down in front of them and giving them a bouquet of roses.

﹒✶ | Characters:

G'raha Tia, Erenville, Hades, Hythlodaeus

﹒✶ | Tags:

fluff, romance, slightly off-canon, gn!reader, pre-established romantic relationships, headcanons

﹒✶ | Trigger warnings:

None really! It's all mostly fluff and sweetness, with some mentions of insecurity and dismissal.

↪ ❥ G'raha tia:

I think that there's hardly any doubt that G'raha tia is not a sweet boy, a sweet friend and a sweet lover.

He cares very deeply for those closest to him, always trying his hardest to stay attuned to all of their wants, emotions and needs. Ready to lend a hand, to comfort and cover your back anytime the need may arise.

He's not perfect, of course, not that any of us are. But G'raha always makes sure to put a little extra care and affection into everything he does for you regardless. And contrary to most others, he does so without having any expectations, or asking for anything back in return.

So you can imagine his surprise when, one day, he sees you get down on one knee before him, and pull out a large, beautiful bouquet of blood-red roses.

The instant he realizes what is happening, his ears perk up, hands coming up to cover his mouth as a gasp escapes his open lips. The blush that appears on his face colors his cheeks almost as red as the bouquet of roses that he can't tear his gaze away from.

It would be an understatement to say that the poor boy had just exploded out of happiness.

The next breath he takes is quick, followed by a nervous laugh. And you had better make sure that he keeps on breathing deeply, otherwise you might have a passed-out catboy in your hands.

"M-my dear, what is the occasion that would make you give me this? O-oh? You just wanted to surprise me? I-"

His ears begin to wiggle as he sheepishly rubs his hands together in that typical G'raha manner that you have come to love.

Flowers? For him? Just out of sheer love and appreciation and gratitude? He struggles to comprehend why exactly he is worthy of such an adoring gesture from you, but that does not make him appreciate it any less.

Again, while he showers you with his undying love and affection regularly, he never asks for anything in return. And although he's glad that you would do the same for him, every gesture that you make to show him how much you care about him only makes him love and adore you more. If it's even possible at this point...

It takes a few minutes before his excitement levels calm down enough for him to be able to speak again. But once he does, he accepts the bouquet with repeated words of gratitude, wrapping his arms around you in a hug with a soft smile on his face.

He assures you that although he appreciates the kind gesture (and shall treasure it like his very life depends on it), you do not need to spoil, or go out of your way for him like this.

However, the soft smile on his face, the happy glimmer in his eyes and the remaining touch of pink color on his cheeks tells you that it was very much worth it.

↪ ❥ Erenville:

Your favorite gleaner was just getting done with his regular duties around Labyrinthos, unbothered by anything not related to documenting the new species that had been recently discovered and brought to Labyrinthos for further research and observation just today.

It was then that he noticed your familiar figure, leaning against a nearby pillar in the background, observing his movements like a silent guardian. He's not exactly surprised to see you appear here, as used as he is to you paying him these random visits. But he always feels glad when you do.

He begins walking toward you, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly when he notices you fiddling with something in your hands right behind your back. And he knows that whatever it is that you are hiding, mischief awaits.

"Y/n? Tis' good to see you here. What do you-"

He doesn't get to mutter another word before you get down on your knees, wiping out a bouquet of roses from behind you.

He stops dead in his tracks, surprise flashing across his features as his eyes fall on the bouquet. He remains stunned for a moment, gaze slowly straying toward your face as he signs, coming to understand what you were plotting earlier.

"Are these... For me?" he asks, his voice revealing some hints of disbelief, still unsure whether he truly understands what is happening correctly. He extends his hands, as if to reach for the flowers, but he doesn't actually take them until you nod, reassuring him that they indeed, are a gift for him.

Erenville may not look the part, but he is not exactly unused to receiving gifts, having been given many trinkets and obscure, albeit useful gadgets (and quite spoiled by his mother as a child) by his friends and acquaintances.

From you, however? This kind, lovely gesture takes on a whole new meaning.

He carefully takes the bouquet in his hands, observing the roses with a keen eye, as if searching for something in their midst. A mix of surprise and confusion still apparent on his face.

"These are Azeyma roses..." He remarks, eyes widening in what could only be described as unexpected wonder. "They are said to be the favorite flowers of the goddess, Azeyma. And they are only grown under very specific conditions, although they are often kept in residential districts for decoration."

He looks to you, eyes meeting as you approach him. "Quite an expensive matter to get your hands on. Are you certain these are for me?"

After you reassure him once more, his uncertain expression slowly relaxes, a smile appearing on his lips as it does.

It is not that he doesn't appreciate the gesture, quite the opposite, in fact—it makes his heart soar more than he thought possible, reluctant though he is to show it.

You feel a gentle touch of a hand on your arm, barely present, but impossible to ignore. When he leans in to press a long, warm kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you."

↪ ❥ Hades:

Ever an unapproachable loner, Emet-Selch, in those days still known as Hades, was a man that would not often place much importance on such surface-level gestures and acts of appreciation as gifting flowers was.

No, to him, such sentiments would take a better form in more intricate, more meaningful acts of service. More consistent showings of care and appreciation—and, true to his nature, more subtle, yet no less intense confessions of love.

It is not that he necessarily looked down on what could be considered more common, traditional expressions of affection. But it would be a lie to claim that his pride did not stand in the way of him being more open towards them. Distasteful and sappy, as he found them to be.

And I'm pretty sure that unexpected surprises were even more scorned by him than all the things I previously mentioned.

Still, you did not allow any of it to dissuade you, as you found yourself kneeling down in front of him, a bouquet of what could only be gorgeous roses held in your hands.

He managed to register what you were trying to do rather quickly, and although his face remained mostly motionless, it was hard—even for him—to mask the slight hint of surprise and confusion that had momentarily crossed his features.

His gaze kept jumping between you and the bouquet of roses in your hands. After a few quiet moments passed, he raised his brow and crossed his arms, all with an expression on his face that told you nothing of what he felt about any of this.

Then out of nowhere, there came a deep sigh and his hand came up to meet his forehead as he shook his head.

"Ah yes, a bouquet of roses... How utterly romantical," he says, his tone stern, yet not in any way condescending. "An expression of the love one holds in their heart for another in the form of a gift, plain, direct and mostly effortless, yet transient in nature. I had thought you above them..."

No matter your next reaction to his words, he uncrosses his arms and the corners of his mouth curl up into a slight, barely visible smile. "Then again, perhaps I should have foreseen this. How very like you, something so sentimental."

He doesn't show you, but—in his own way—he does appreciate the roses. But your actions leave him with questions he had not foreseen coming up until this point.

Why did you find it necessary to give him this? Did you think he did not know the extent of your feelings for him? That you were somehow lacking in showing him how much he truly mattered to you?

Would you wish he would do the same for you?

I like to think that Hades was often a difficult man to read, and an even more difficult man to please. But he also genuinely and deeply cared about those close to him and wouldn't allow them to be hurt by his words or, in this case, preferences, without a very good reason.

He takes the bouquet from you, only giving you a nod as a sign of his gratitude as you rise up to stand in front of him.

After a brief moment, his eyes search for yours, and when they finally meet, you notice within them a softness that was never there before.

The way he gazes into your eyes so deeply, the features on his face yielding entirely to the warmth in his heart, much more apparent than even you get to usually see.

He gazes at you with love.

"You do know that I adore you, do you not?"

↪ ❥ Hythlodaeus

While he can often seem rather casual and easy-going, I believe that Hythlodaeus is a rather troubled soul. He might not say it outright, but if you pay enough attention, you'll often find or see glimpses of this facade of his slipping.

Mentions of feelings of uselessness, being inadequate and not feeling confident enough in his abilities are all something that you know he feels deep down, no matter how well he manages to hide it most of the time.

Comfort him about them as you may, you will never manage to snuff out the whispers of doubt in his mind entirely. But you sure can dissuade them from plaguing him more than is already necessary, and showing him just how much you love him and how much joy his existence brings you is a great way to do just that!

So this smug, lovable and humble sweetheart appreciates any gestures or affections that you show him with the upmost gratefulness!

And the day you get down on one knee in front of him with a bouquet of roses in your hands is the day you sniff out many of these doubts.

Like the other three, his initial reaction is surprise; widened eyes, raised brows, silence interrupted only by a single gasp and an unstable posture as he leans forward and down to look at the roses more closely.

"Y/n? Are these for me? Aww, my sweet love, you did not have to..."

A smile spreads across his face of the kind which you don't see as often. An honest smile, of genuine love and admiration.

After mumbling a thank you, he took the bouquet from you with a smile, and you could swear you saw his cheeks flush, a faint, barely visible color, which he would never show you in fear of being poked fun at.

He does feel the urge to tease you, however. But he is simply much too touched by your actions to act on it.

"My, these are quite the specimens. You really went out of your way for me, did you not?" He chuckles, teasing you slightly. "But truly, thank you. The roses are a beautiful sight, yet they only pale in comparison to you."

He truly is grateful, truly humbled by your kindness and the fondness which you show him. He would do anything if it meant he gets to receive more of such affections from you, that he gets to stay by your side for now, and for forever.

And he shall treasure these flowers exactly how much he treasures you as well.

He leans in, planting a quick, yet passionate kiss to your lips. His hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, and when your lips part, the expression he gives you makes you feel like you just fell in love with him all over again.

[blurryzip]

Noctis Myspace pic haha

I just did this as a study but omg

[indigosuvi]

For the spring event I was thinking

Number 1 taking walks with Cloud

Adventures

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You nodded, and you led him away from those flowers to the next ones. From those, onto the next. Then you led him past the tree. He stopped for a moment, and you looked at him, who was looking up. You looked up and saw nothing. You both continued on your walk.

Cloud often took walks, or he would ride his motorcycle. He usually only took his motorcycle if the place he needed to get to was far away and he couldn't walk the distance. It was easier and more convenient to take the motorcycle. He didn't often travel with others. He had no one to go with him. He could have invited his friend, but it wasn't exactly the same.

He had never been in a relationship before when he met you. You were his first, and he was happy with you.

It was a nice spring day; the flowers were blooming and the birds were chirping.

“Hey Cloud.”

“Hm?” He said as he looked at the text he received on his phone. 

“Do you want to take a walk?” You asked as you looked at him. He put his phone away and looked at you.

“Where to?” He wasn't one to talk much. You knew that from the time that you first met him. However, as time went on, he began to open up more. He was friendly and slightly awkward. He wasn't very good at conversations, but it didn't matter. You still spoke to him.

“I'm not sure. I just wanted to take a walk with you. The weather's nice, and we can look at nature while we're out.”

“Sure.” 

“Come on.” You said as you took his hand. He stood up and followed after you. He didn't know where you were going, but that was okay.

He looked around as you continued to lead him to the destination that you had in mind.

The weather wasn't too cold, and it wasn't too hot. It was the perfect temperature. You don't have to worry about the weather changing anytime soon. The forecast planned for it to stay that way for the next few hours or days. Cloud looked around as you continued to hold onto him. He didn't mind.

You led him to a spot that had growing flowers and trees, and it was secluded. No one to bother and destroy it. He didn't say anything as you led him around the flowers. You looked at him. He didn't say anything, and he didn't do anything. Then he realized... He smiled, and you smiled back.

“Look at the flowers.”

“They're pretty.” He said. That was the only thing that he said.

He wasn't very good with flowers, like Aerith was.

“Do you think they'll stay here?” You asked as you looked at him.

He shrugged.

“We could take one to Aerith and ask her.”

“I don't want the flowers to get hurt.” You said.

“I'll try to remember to ask her the next time I see her.”

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[woodswake]

do you guys think the loporrits are getting up to star trek episode plots when we're not looking. is there one named Logicway that has a suspicious amount of sexual tension with another named Justiceway or Cunningway or something. is there a Janeway

[sandushengshou]

[misarumis]

first impressions, first meetings

[sapphire-scarletta-wol]

When you forget that you have a friend that likes to use your balcony as an entrance.

~~~~~

Had this random thought pop up in my head this morning cus I love the fact that estinien used the wols balcony to exit in that inn cutscene that I now head cannon that he uses it as his usual pathway to get in and out of their headquarters.

I was also thinking of giving estinien dialogue but having him just leave in pure silence would also be fitting.

I had to redo this whole piece as I didn't save and got a blackout so I just decided to redraw it as messy colored sketches to preserve my remaining sanity

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Your OC is handed a baby to hold whilst their parent attends to an emergency. For Humble.

(Also asked by @houserosaire thank you both!)

Humble looked down at the tiny Hyur infant cradled in his huge palm and then back at her mother. Or at least at where her mother had been, before she'd seemingly dashed out of the inn, presumably in search of her other errant offspring. The Brume, it seemed, was not considered a safe place for children to wander unaccompanied.

The baby was, for a mercy, still asleep despite the commotion. Humble was grateful for this at least. He didn't feel massively confident in his ability to care for babies, who - in his limited experience - seemed to consist of a loud noise at one end and absolutely no sense of responsibility at the other.

Suddenly the clattering of the tankards and trays being collected and carried through to the scullery disturbed the slumbering infant, who began to fuss and whimper. Signs, Humble feared, of a child who would be imminently awake and most probably deeply disconcerted to find herself being held by a bearded stranger, no matter how carefully he might be trying to do it.

Humble desperately tried to remember a suitable lullaby, but he wasn't sure anyone had ever sung him a lullaby when he was a child, certainly not one he could remember at any rate. He ran through the other songs he knew, which mostly consisted of marching songs or bawdy drinking tunes, none of which he felt would be suitable for the occasion, even if he had the sort of voice that would soothe an infant - which he was fairly sure he did not.

He settled on humming a marching song from his mercenary days. One which contained several verses of increasing crudeness, but did at least have a memorable tune. The low rumble of Humble's humming seemed to have the intended effect and the child snuggled back into his palm. His shoulders slumped with relief.

With one enormous finger he gently stroked her wispy blonde hair away from her forehead. "Mummy back soon" he murmured in what he hoped was a reassuring tone. Before adding, more as an afterthought than anything else, "Hopefully..."

[travellersoflight]

The eye of the storm