#final fantasy vii fanfic

[tunafishprincess]

Patricide is Harder than it Looks (LINK)

Cloud made a promise to Gaia, believing he would return to the past to stop Sephiroth from erasing Cloud’s existence. Unfortunately, things don’t go as planned. It didn’t help that the Goddess elected to solve the issue of his continued existence through the use of Sephiroth’s cells. Couldn’t she have made him a bit bigger at least?

When Sephiroth was called to an emergency in Hojo’s laboratory, he didn’t expect to find the Professor dead, nor was he expecting to walk out a father to a mysterious five-year-old boy. Nor was Shinra, for that matter. Nevertheless, he’ll adjust. He hopes.

Shinra’s SOLDIERs hadn’t expected to babysit Sephiroth’s new son, who may or may not be looking to commit patricide.

(AKA Gaia saw Sephiroth needing a family and yeeted Cloud at him like a son-shaped grenade.)

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[written-in-sunshine]

Hello! I’m Key, and this is my commission sheet! All of the necessary information for commissioning me is here, and I’d appreciate it if you could take a look before shooting me a message! Here is my Ao3 For Reference!

GUIDELINES

Please read my Will Not Write section thoroughly. Just because something is on the list doesn’t mean that I dislike or don’t support it, but there are things on that list that I just don’t have enough interest in writing. That said, things on my Will Write list do not inherently mean that I support or like it. 

Currently, the only fandoms listed that I will write for are Final Fantasy VII, and Hellaverse (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss). This is because they are both hyperfixations for me and I am more capable of writing for them without issue.

I will allow up to three edits of less than 300 words before those incur a fee. If I interpreted your prompt wrong entirely, please let me know. If the confusion was on my part, no fee for a total rewrite will be incurred.

Please message me before filling out the form for a commission. I’d like to discuss particulars about certain topics and things and I’d like to approve the commission beforehand.

If given artistic freedom for a prompt, I will write how I naturally write the characters. I am willing to take direction for how you want characters to be written. I would prefer not to go against canon to the point of completely erasing a character’s identity. This does not count for certain kink scenarios (Bimbofication and other mind-altering things).

This is a proship and kink-friendly account. By proship, I mean that I will not harass others over their fictional tastes and I do not support harassing anyone for any reason. I will write things that will make you uncomfortable. I will write things that are dead dove: do not eat. I will write a whole host of things and if that upsets you, please find someone else to commission.

I predominantly write romance, smut, fluff, and angst, but can try my hand at other genres. 

I do not mind aging characters up for smut, and I will write any manner of ship type from m/f, m/m/, f/f, to polyamory. Please keep in mind that a fee will incur for more than 4 characters in a ship per every 1k words. If your ship includes 6 people then I will require at least 1,500 words minimum to write them. Smut for that many will be over 2,000 words easily.

For prompts, I will accept up to five words, two sentences, or a small paragraph of what you would like for me to write. Please try to be as concise as possible.

I will not start your commission until the upfront $15 for the first 500 words is paid. Once that is paid, I will begin and you will only be charged for the rest once the fic is completely finished and edited. I tend to add 100+ words to things in the editing process, as a heads-up. Payment can be made via PayPal, Venmo, and CashApp.

Will Write List

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Most Kinks (PLEASE ask if you’re unsure), Smut, Top/Bottom Dynamics, Omegaverse, AUs, Crossovers, Domestic Fluff, Violence, Age Gap Ships, Any Sexualities, Intersex Characters, Homophobia/Transphobia/Fantasy Racism/Racism (IF THE CONTENT IS RELEVANT TO THE CHARACTER), Your OCs, My OCs, OC-Centric Fics, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Angst, Headcanon-Based Things, Canon Compliant Fic, Canon Divergent Fic, Most Ships, Sickfics, Whump

Will Not Write List

Defecation of ANY KIND, tickling, gas, eye trauma, OCs without proper information for me to work from

Ships Most Likely To Write - Final Fantasy VII

Angeal Hewley/Genesis Rhapsodos

Biggs/Wedge

Hojo/Heidegger

Loz/Yazoo

Roche/Cloud

Roche/Reno

Rude/Reno

Sephiroth/Cloud Strife

Sephiroth/Genesis Rhapsodos

Tifa/Aerith

Tseng/Kadaj

Tseng/Reno

Tseng/Rufus Shinra

Zack Fair/Cloud Strife

Ships I Will Not Write - Final Fantasy VII

Cloud Strife/Aerith Gainsborough

Cloud Strife/Jessie

Cloud Strife/Tifa Lockheart

Sephiroth/Aerith Gainsborough

Tseng/Aerith Gainsborough

Ships Most Likely To Write - Hellaverse

Adam/Lucifer

Adam/Lute

Alastor/Angel Dust

Alastor/Angel Dust/Valentino

Alastor/Valentino

Alastor/Vox/Angel Dust/Valentino

Alastor/Vox/Valentino

Alessio/Crimson

Beelzebub/Ozzie

Chaz/Barbie

Fizzarolli/Ozzie

Mammon/Ozzie

Striker/Andrealphus

Travis/Angel Dust

Valentino/Angel Dust

Vox/Valentino

Vox/Valentino/Angel Dust

Vox/Velvette/Valentino

Zestial/Velvette

Ships I Will Not Write - Hellaverse

Alastor/Charlie

Alastor/Lucifer

Blitzø/Stolas

Blitzø/Verosika

Lute/Vaggie

Moxxie/Millie

Verosika/Barbie (MAY make an exception for this)

Fandoms I Will Write Crossovers With

Assassin's Creed

Catherine

Deadman Wonderland

Devil's Carnival

Dragon Age

The Evil Within

Fallout Universe

Final Fantasy VII

Final Fantasy X/X-2

Inception

Insidious

Invader Zim

IT

Jeepers Creepers

Kick-Ass

Kingdom Hearts

Krampus

Left 4 Dead

Lollipop Chainsaw

Mad Max

Nightmare On Elm Street

The Quarry

Portal

Saw

Silent Hill

South Park

Team Fortress 2

Until Dawn

Feel free to ask about other fandoms, as well!

Please reblog to spread the word!

[venusxblue]

Rating: E

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Pairing: Cid Highwind/Vincent Valentine

Tags: rough smut, switching, body worship, pwp

Summary:

Cid wonders to himself just how he wound up in bed with the most beautiful yet emotionally damaged man that he's ever met.

So I'm rusty and this is my first foray into this ship. I can only hope it turned out alright haha

[kaonarvna]

An Insecure Line

(written by kaonarvna)

This fanfiction short story contains the characters: Zack Fair; Sephiroth; Genesis Rhapsodos; Angeal Hewley.

Summary: Following the mass desertion that went with Rhapsodos, everyone in SOLDIER has been stretched too thin for Zack to be trained on his non-combat responsibilities as FIRST. When asked by a THIRD for training support, not knowing what to do, he goes upstairs to the 51st to ask Lazard for guidance. He finds Sephiroth there instead, glued to his PHS in one of his "moods".

There are no explicit ships intended, or shipping terms in use (though I'd call it sephesis-coded). There are no content warnings that I can think of that may apply here. This fic is the result of this poll, which I put up last month. This could be considered "hurt/no comfort", "light angst", or "emotional angst". It's been about five years since I've written fanfiction, so if there are any posting/tagging conventions I'm missing, don't hesitate to get in touch!

Excerpt below the cut! The full piece is easily accessible by the AO3 link.

An Insecure Line (Zack ; Sephiroth ; Genesis ; Angeal)

Brittle bird-bones crack and split as the tip of a standard-issue SOLDIER’s blade twists into the final staggered needlekiss’ fragile skull. Its screeches of disquiet cease, as do the struggling half-beats of wings pinned beneath heavy boots. He twists—as his father once showed him to do with fresh-caught fish—until every quivering reflex stops. The brain froths, scrambled beyond recognition inside its cracked open bone shell. It’s the quickest way, the most humane way, Zack thinks—the faster the better. Making sure every part of a dying creature is gone is the most compassionate way. Empathy for the fish, empathy for the beast that spears man and fish to feed itself, honour for the SOLDIER.

“Another one down—!” he laughs to himself, pulling his blade free and wiping off the perceived filth. The monster’s gore dissolves into the air, as does the warm Western Continent sun, the great trees that filtered its evening light into dancing crescents on the faux forest floor. It disappears procedurally—first the target, then the environmental hazards, the skybox, the light itself—a too-pleasant victory jingle returns the party to reality. Another simulation completed. Zack stands in that blue-grey room with the half-dozen perspiring SOLDIER in his company. They all smell of worn leather, droplets of sweat glistening in the overbearing fluorescent lights.

Thick black wool wicks away the beads of sweat dripping down from Fair’s hairline and underarms. “That was a good one!” He exclaims, laughing as he looks among his subordinates, stretching his arms up into the air and breathing without tension. Breathing, without worry for the too-real creatures poised to kill. The SECONDs, the THIRDs, they too ease, sighing and chattering amongst themselves. In a moment, the exercise’s outcomes project onto the wall, ranking SOLDIER beside SOLDIER for performance: harm dealt, harm received, weapon used, rank, improvement from the previous instance should they have run the sim before.

Zack is on top—FIRST, the only one in the room, surrounded by no-longer-peers and friends that have become inferiors. It’s strange. It shouldn’t be different, he thinks, but it is. It has only been a few weeks since the bittersweet promotion and the change is all too tangible. Yet, he stands just as everyone else does, watching the exercise information light up in the projection. He smiles at others’ progress and his own alike.

After pleasant congratulations and the one-armed hugs and shoulder-pats a good man exchanges with comrades, he steps out of the training facility into the forty-ninth’s open corridors. That corporate air conditioning hits his sticky skin with a revitalising chill, and he lingers, re-orienting himself.

“Hey—Zack?” A familiar voice peeps from behind, having caught the sim door before it closed. “Do you have two seconds?” The boy takes off his helmet—he recognises him, a THIRD, young and new.

Zack knows that he should know his name. It escapes him. “Yeah! Yeah? What’s up?” Turning to face the boy, he wipes the stickiness from his brow, though only smears it. He hardly notices. Leather gloves are not the most absorbent.

“I know you’ve only just got the promotion—and congrats, man! Sir! Really—” he begins, tucking that helmet between his arm and torso. “But—do you think you could put together a training regimen for me? Sorry if it’s inappropriate to ask—Genesis usually oversaw my cohort, and I haven’t had a chance to talk to Deusericus about it, and—” the words spill out of his mouth one after another, between half-exhausted breaths. Zack wonders how he might have fared against real and less predictable beasts.

“No no! It’s cool, it’s cool, don’t apologise,” Zack laughs, popping a hand on the boy’s padded shoulder. He’s probably the same age as when Zack started out, he thinks. “I’m flattered! And ah—don’t call me ‘sir’, I’ll...I don’t know how that’s supposed to go—”

“That’s okay, that’s okay! Sorry if it’s a bad time, sir—Zack—I know everyone’s spread thin because, you know, and now you’re FIRST now that there’s, well—"

It stings, connecting the recent waves of desertion to his promotion, but Zack keeps smiling. “I’ll talk to Lazard and see what I can do! Don’t worry about it, it’s cool—” he reassures, watching as the other bodies begin exiting the training room. They exude a mix of pride and complaints, as always. The swarm wanders towards the showers, that click-click of strap buckles getting undone just as loud as their footsteps and laughter. The THIRD glances over his shoulder at them, and Zack nods in their direction. “I’ll take care of it.”

Smiling wearily, the kid thanks him before turning to join his peers, half-jogging a few steps and calling out before being absorbed into their bubble. Fair lets out a held breath, decompressing, watching them go. He pulls out his PHS—19:30. That was the last training run of the day. “He’s usually still here...” he mutters to himself, “Might be able to catch him.”

The lift always takes too long, and the cool stairwell air is a treat after a full day training inside. He takes the steps three at a time, despite the weakness in his quads. Legs are important, he reminds himself, he can never skip an opportunity to work legs.

Emerging on the fifty-first after scanning his keycard, the space is black, lit only by the faint green glow of the emergency exit lamps. It’s lifeless. Zack waves with both arms towards the ceiling, waiting for the automatic lights to flicker on. With a chirp and a whine, they slowly warm. The floor has always felt too sparse for its own good—the few comfy chairs; extra-long sofas for lounging away from the rest of SOLDIER; the small library with Genesis’ work still scattered across the tables and couch in a “productive mess” he’s not allowed to touch; the couple of pristine PCs set aside for admin work; and Lazard’s office. “Please be in, please be in...” he begs aloud, speed walking towards those heavy doors.

He knocks. Silence.

He knocks again. Silence.

The door gives when he nudges it forward.

Pushing them open, he’s not surprised to see the big lights are off. The golden glow from the director’s plant-lights illuminates the shuttered window blinds, the desk, and the comfy chair that often gets dragged between the workstation and desk. It all confirms that the director is out. Not even the display screen on the wall or the green lights lining the floor are on.

“That’s okay!” he quietly reassures himself, “I’ll try again tomorrow, and—” Zack pivots to leave, before spotting a pair of green dots peering at him from a shadow obscuring the overgrown palm beside the wall. The way it gleans, the same way a cat’s does when you catch it in a dark alley—he knows it well. “Oh! Hey—!” he joins Sephiroth in the room. Lights flicker on once he steps beyond the threshold. “How long have you been in here? In the dark?”

Sephiroth says nothing, raising a gloved finger to his lips, shushing. His other hands pins the PHS to his face, obscuring almost all of its light.

(read the rest here!)

[dracoqueen22]

[FF7] Fireworks

Tifa wasn’t sure what she expected from their not-so-brief stopover in Gold Saucer, but having Aerith take her by the arm and drag her away from the others was not part of it.

“Come on, let’s have some fun!” she said with abnormal cheer, which, Aerith generally always had a smile on her face, and an abundance of optimism. But here lately, she’d had a few moments of something dark lurking in her eyes.

Whatever that was, it seemed to be gone now.

“You don’t want to go with Cloud?” Tifa asked, confused. She didn’t dig in her heels, but hesitation meant Aerith had to tug a lot harder to get her to come along.

Aerith rolled her eyes. “So he can mope the whole time? Absolutely not.” She tucked in against Tifa’s side, the smell of fresh flowers always clinging to her no matter how many battles they’d endured, and how far they’d walked. “I’d rather have fun with you.”

Tifa’s heart absolutely did not skip a beat and flood her body with warmth. “Alright,” she said. “We can do that. Where do you want to go first?”

Aerith’s smile was near-brighter than the fluorescent lighting of Gold Saucer. “How about the Event Square?”

“Works for me,” Tifa said, and this time she didn’t resist when Aerith tugged her toward the aforementioned chute, a skip in her step and a laugh on her lips. Joy seemed to bubble around her in waves, and it was infectious.

The show was… well, bad. And as luck would have it, Tifa and Aerith were the hundredth couple to walk through the doors. They were ushered onto the stage to join the main cast in the lead roles, which felt a little unfair to the theater workers to Tifa, but fortunately, they didn’t seem bothered.

Neither did the crowd. They cheered and booed and clapped as Tifa fumbled her lines, and Aerith swooned when Tifa came to her rescue, dramatically falling into Tifa’s arms with a dramatic gasp.

“My hero!” she cried as she threw her arms around Tifa’s neck and planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek, leaving a faint imprint of pink lip gloss behind. It smelled like strawberries.

Tifa nearly dropped Aerith in her surprise. Her heart did that thumpity-thump thing it did whenever Aerith got too close or winked at her, or rolled over in the middle of the night to steal warmth from Tifa because it was chilly in the tent.

It was silly, of course, because Aerith clearly wanted to be with Cloud, but Tifa clung to those little moments regardless.

“That was fun,” Aerith said as she threaded her arm through Tifa’s and dragged her out of the Event Square. “Where to next?”

“How about Wonder Square?” Tifa suggested, proud of herself for managing not to stammer despite her fluster. “They have fireworks every few hours and I think the next show is pretty soon.”

Aerith hummed and tucked herself against Tifa’s side, hand sliding down her arm to tangle their fingers together. “Nice and private, too. Right?”

“Right,” Tifa confirmed faintly. It was hard to concentrate with Aerith radiating so much warmth and smelling so much like greenery. Especially now that they were holding hands, and when did that become a thing they casually did?

Fortunately, there was no line at the gondola, and she and Aerith were able to get on immediately. Rather than sit across from her, Aerith chose to sit right beside Tifa, snuggling in against her side, leaning over her to peer out the window.

Tifa was as still as stone, her heart pounding in her chest, painfully aware of every moment of contact. Aerith was beautiful and kind and cheerful, and it was impossible not to be drawn into her orbit. Tifa was accustomed to not having female friends – they tended to treat her as a rival no matter how she approached them – but Aerith had been friendly from the start.

Maybe more than friendly?

“It never even crossed my mind to ask Cloud, you know,” Aerith said as she rested her cheek on Tifa’s shoulder and watched Gold Saucer through the window.

Heat seeped into Tifa’s cheeks. “Why not?”

“You mean, you haven’t figured it out?” Aerith breathed a little laugh as her hair tickled Tifa’s cheek. “Because I’d rather spend time with you, silly.”

“Yeah, but… why?” Tifa asked, hoping she already knew the answer, but half-afraid that she didn’t and was making quite the fool of herself. She had a history of being foolish, after all, chasing after people who didn’t return her feelings.

Aerith hummed as the pop-pop-pop of fireworks started exploding outside of the window. “Because I like you,” she said, so frank and brave. “And maybe I was using this as the perfect chance to try and earn myself a kiss.”

She sought out Tifa’s hand, tangled their fingers together, and brought it close enough to feather her lips across the knuckles.

Tifa shivered. She usually wore gloves to protect her hands during battle, and deliver a harder blow. She wasn’t used to gentle touches on her hands. She especially wasn’t used to soft lips and softer kisses.

“Just one?” Tifa asked.

Maybe it wasn’t Cloud who had caught Aerith’s eye after all. Maybe it was the woman always standing next to him, once again blindly pursuing someone who didn’t want her, while missing a real opportunity.

“More if you’ll let me,” Aerith said.

“Oh, absolutely,” Tifa breathed as she turned toward Aerith, and their mouths came together in the sweetest kiss that Tifa swore tasted of honeysuckle.

Aerith climbed into her lap, cheeks flushed pink. The gondola rocked at the change in weight, but her knees dug in tight around Tifa’s hips. “And after, we can go to the Ghost Square, yes? To the Haunted Mansion?” She cupped Tifa’s face, her brown eyes warm and hungry. “We can get a room, just you and I?”

Tifa groaned. “Definitely,” she said, and kissed Aerith again, her arms sliding around the other woman’s waist, pulling them together.

Honestly, she didn’t know which were brighter: the fireworks outside the gondola or in.

***

[prokopetz]

"Sephiroth doing paperwork" gets treated like a funny meme about the peculiar fixations of fanfic writers, but if you think about it, the guy's job – at least pre-losing-his-shit – is to somehow be a corporate middle manager and a cop at the exact same time, both professions which are notable for the unbelievable quantities of bullshit paperwork they generate. He would absolutely be filling out Form 27-B.

[c0smoshit]

Hello fellow Cloud Strife freak 🫡

(Yes it’s the same star_sworn from ao3 lol)

If you’re feeling in the mood for it in your last week before school, I was hoping to request a nsfw fem reader/Cloud fic where he is possessive/jealous, and he spanks reader: a LOT. Both before sex (with extensive foreplay, lots of dirty talk, maybe oral for him?) and during sex. Just spanking with hands please, and not super hard spanks either, I'm very vanilla lol. It's not about hurting her, it's more a possessive thing for Cloud (and an ass thing lol!). But reader is SUPER into it. I'm not looking for any hardcore dom/sub or anything, just stuff a committed couple would do (some soft dom vibes, like in Mind Cloud/ed).

Maybe it’s the first time he does it and they both realize how much they both like it, or maybe they’ve come home from a party where the guys were checking out his girl and he is feeling possessive/frustrated. I leave it to you if you want to take this request!

I look forward to the filth. Let's give this ass man something to do with his hands… 😉

Also best of luck with school starting!!

I LOVE THIS omg

Thanks for this delicious request love 😻♡♡

Jealousy ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, p in v, spanking, few hints of dacryphilia, bjs, sexy hour Cloud ;), not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm baack! I hope u guys missed me hehe

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.321

He was closer to you this night, walking right beside you as he guided you to your appartment, his hand brushing over yours as the dark path consumed your vision.

He was quiet too, way more than usual. His eyes didn't seem as if they were trying to search your own ones like they would always do.

Maybe he was stressed out?

This week has been a long one and you could see it on his eyes, he was tired. As time grew older, you had managed to read his enigmatic emotions quite well, so you thought that maybe he just needed to rest for tonight.

But your theory was quickly proven wrong as you entered your home, ready to wave him goodbye for the night.

. . .

Before you could even turn around, his chest had enveloped your back, pushing you further into your appartment until your hands met the wall.

His husky breathing hit your ear, a shockwave of goosebumps trickled your skin.

Why was he that needy all of the sudden??

Your mind circled around lots of different questions but the harsh sound of the door closing made you jump.

You didn't dare to open your mouth, not yet. You could feel his hands on your waist, but they didn't caress you like he always would, like when he touched you for the first time.

You internally cracked a small smile at the memory, he was just as nervous and fidgety as you were.

The moonlight encased both of your bodies as he took off your clothes for the first time, making an absolute mess of himself when he finally got to the act.

But those gentle and somewhat shy touches were far lost inside his guts somewhere, instead, they were replaced with fierce and strong movements.

You turned around slowly, you could feel yourself getting aroused by this sudden role he was playing. And when you stared at those almost hollow eyes, you saw passion, lust and hunger all mixed up together in a ballad of desesperation.

His lips devoured yours not even a second after.

Your eyes were tight shut, savouring the sweet moment he was offering you. Your lips tried to move slowly, trying to enjoy this new facade, but he wouldn't let you.

His tongue was already inside your mouth when you felt his fingertips lower themselves down your body.

You knew he was an ass guy, it was absolutely cristal clear.

He would always grab your ass, brushing it off saying that it was an "accident". Pushing his hips into yours from behind whenever you couldn't reach for something, always walking right behind you whenever you two where with the group.

However, you didn't expect he liked... spanking.

It started off slow, giving you little taps as he grabbed and squeezed your butt. He pushed further into you, almost as if he wanted to break the wall behind you.

The kisses soon turned sloppy, soaking up both of your lips before he trailed them further down, and you had to bite your lip in order to not let any sounds yet.

His hair trickled your flushed cheek, hands quickly grabbing it as his kisses turned into bites, sucking your soft skin.

The crown of your hair hit the cold wall behind you, mouth agape as you let him sneak a hand behind your back, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as the other one caressed your hip.

Ready to finally use your voice tonight, you eventually opted not to. He had just became so... primal for you, you didn't dare to even make a question.

However, you wished this blissful moment lasted longer.

"Oop!"

A cut out yelp emerged from your mouth as his hands took ahold of your legs, lifting you up easily into the air.

He wrapped your legs around his hips, your crotch resting just above his belly button and, simultaneously, your arms embraced his neck for support.

You moved up and down thanks to his heavy steps and, trying to get payback from earlier, you started pecking his neck. Starting off gently, kissing and giving butterfly kisses into his jugular.

You noticed he became clumsier, almost tripping over as you sucked a hickie. Your kisses got wetter, hotter and your hand started to caress the back of his hair.

You giggled at his clumsy steps but as soon as you were placed on top of your chilly kitchen counter and saw his serious face once again, you quieted down.

His hands gripped your thighs as if they were his sword, his head coming down to rest on your neck once again to give you little pecks, weirdly more tenderly than the ones he had given you before.

But you pulled his mouth off you briefly.

"What's up with yo-"

"Who was he"

His eyes were finally looking at yours after a long while.

"What? What are you talki-"

"Who was that guy"

Your hands now rested on his shoulder blades, feeling the hard touch of metal bellow your right hand.

Frowning your brows, you tried to think about what guy was he talking about.

. . .

You smelled the aura and it smelt musky.

The first scent you picked out first was a strong breeze of sudden whisky, the wet and fermented barley filling up your nose.

Then you smelt a recognizable, stronge cologne floating around your head now. And when you lifted up your head, you saw him.

A mature, bearded man.

He was wearing a long black coat, some glasses keeping your curious eyes from staring at his own ones. You stayed there for a second, he looked oddly familar.

But before you could figure out who was that man, you came back to Earth, remembering that you were winding down after a long day in Seventh Heaven.

You grabbed your drink, resting for a while on your seat until your drink was halfway done.

But before you could walk away from that husky cloud, a large hand grabbed your shoulder, making you face the misterious man.

Your eyes lingered first on his fierce brown eyes, looking at his mature skin, you saw a scar on his left cheek that time had tried to heal, trying to match his skin colour.

You saw his lips move, but you had to re-think your answer before opening your own mouth.

"I saw you back there"

Okay.

You hadn't expected that phrase.

Where could he had seen you anyway? Was he following you?

"I like what you guys are doing for the Planet"

What?

You knew what you were doing was benefitial for the Planet, but Shinra worked so hard into putting your group as a terrorist one and actually killing way more people from the explosions than expected.

But why did he knew?

"Those Shinra guys deserve worse"

It came out as a mumble and you couldn't help but look at him with a puzzled expresion, accepting the friendly pats he gave on your shoulder, thanking you.

That was sweet. . .?

. . .

"Ohh, that man back there?"

He stopped his movements, almost as if letting you know that you were right.

"I saw him to-"

Now you were the one that cut him off, not boring to hide the sly smirk on your face.

"Wait, are you jealous?"

Suddenly his cheeks reddened, but before he could see your grin he lowered his head down into your neck once again.

Ready to make another snicker, you were interruped by his palm now resting on your panties, making you gasp.

His index finger moved up and down and you took matter into your own hands too, quite literally.

He hissed as your bold hand groped him too, trying to lure him into letting you give him some pleasure too.

"Let me make you feel good"

Your heated breathing sent cold shivers down his spine and, as your teeth lightly bit his ear, he lost it.

"So pretty"

You would always praise him, and it would always make him feel sort of bad, he would keep his own thoughts about how gorgerous you were to himself.

But he meant all of them.

His shirt and SOLDIER armour was now discared on the cold floor, your icy hands caressing his abs before finally getting down on your knees.

His absolutely favourite view in the whole Planet.

He helped you take off his belt, letting your overly-excited fingers do the rest of the work. And when you finally got face to face with him, he placed a reassuring hand on your head.

You started off with slow strokes, kitten-kissing his angry red tip. Sensually trailling lower and lower on his shaft just to tease him and rake higher and higher again.

Until he finally had enough, gripping quite hardly your hair.

"Get on with it"

He actually scared himself off at first with his demanding tone, his desesperation seemingly clear on his blushed cheeks as he stared down at you. And you complied, enjoying the choked out gasp you managed to pull out of his throat when you suddenly introduced him halfway into your wet cavern.

Lust filled eyes staring down at the mess you were making on his cock, gripping hardly the counter behind him as he tried not to buck his hips into your mouth.

Not only your sweet face was all in display for him to see, but your sweet, sweet ass was there too.

As dirty as it sounded inside his head

Your hands held his thighs hardly too, enjoying every sound you were being able to pull from him as you took him deeper and deeper. He was big, and it was almost funny how he didn't actually believe you could struggle to take him at first.

But it sure ignited something inside him

He throbbed when he saw you gag on him, help him reach his end with the help of your hand, your glossy eyes staring up at him.

He needed to feel you.

But not like this

So he took your face off him, smashing desesperately his lips against yours once again, feeling a fuzzy tingle inside him as he heavily rested on your lower stomach now.

His hands held your face ridiculously gently compared from how he had gripped your hair just a few seconds ago, walking you backwards until you met the counter once again.

"turn around"

His voice was deeper now, staring daggers into your eyes as he waited for you to obediently follow his lead. And you did.

You bent yourself down, ready to whatever he was going to give you this night right there and then.

And when you felt him pull your skirt up, you pushed your hips back into his hands, making him pull down your panties even slower than he intended to. Almost as if he was getting payback from before.

When they pooled through your ankles, his hand softly massaged your right cheek, feeding off your whines.

"Please"

However, he kept going.

No matter how hard he was, how hardly he wanted to fill you up, to feel you entirely around him once again. He wanted to show you how you were his, how he loved and desired you.

So, without thinking, the harsh sound of a "slap!" filled your ears and ceirtantly, your butt.

You couldn't help yourself but let out a pathetic moan, his hand now rubbing the red spot he had left. He had heard you, and it was the same sound you would let out whenever he was fingering you.

Did you actually like it?

So once he had tested the waters, he set his sights on slipping the nastiest mewls from your mouth tonight.

"Mmph- Cloud"

There it was, his name filling his ears the best way it could've had. So he started teasing your slit with his shaft, more slapping sounds filling up the small appartment as you almost rested your whole chest on the counter now.

You picked out the sound of plastic, something opening up. Which you later would guess was a condom.

But before you could make contact with the cold tile, his left arm surrounded your stomach, pulling you up into him, lips mere centimeters away from your ear.

"I'm going inside now, is that okay?"

How sweet

But sweet wasn't an adjective that matched his dirty and husky tone. His hand was now toying with your front, exposing you to the darkness as he squeezed your breasts now.

So you nodded, feeling suddenly too shy to speak to him.

"Too embarrassed to use your voice now huh?"

And you opened it, but it was useless to his tip now proding your entrance, slowly taking him further and further. Holding the arm that was embracing you, you rolled your head into his shoulder, silently whimpering at the warm feeling.

"Got you, almost there"

His reassuring tone he used with no one really never failed to make your knees feel like jelly.

But his adorable act lasted as quick as you managed to cum with his skilled fingers.

He started to move, and he was clearly desesperate. Setting off a crude, fast pace as you were now fully bent over, his hands gripping your hips. His middle finger was now circling quickly your clit, pulling off the nastiest moans he had wished for.

You imagined his glistening, lean form behind you, making you take all of him, using your tight walls in search for his climax. His hair all ruffled up, a bead of sweat trailing down into his v-line, and the sudden spanks your ass would recieve.

That was your last straw, mewling out his name as you soaked his cock.

And by the way you gripped him even harder, which he thought was impossible now, spasming around him violently.

He was done.

So he followed close behind, painting the plastic walls white, imagining it was you who was taking his load instead.

[kissami]

UN ÁNGEL- Cloud strife Headcanons

sum. Need boyfriend headcanons for cloud? SAY LESS.

warning: modern cloud, oc cloud srry I love him soft, might be a little self insert because of the stuff I like but that’s all

femreader! with she/her pronouns

song of the day: igual que un ángel - Kali uchis

boyfriend Cloud who knows your order by heart at your guys’ favorite coffee shop and no matter how many times he does it, it never fails to make you blush and impressed.

Boyfriend Cloud who never fails to make you ticklish especially during intimate moments that you can’t help but burst out laughing.

Boyfriend Cloud who sometimes can’t handle all the attention and affection so he distances himself but can’t help but miss you even more.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves picking you up from university on his motorcycle to show off especially knowing that Reno would be there. He is still very bitter that Reno was your first kiss in fifth grade and not him because he was too busy helping collect Tifa’s shopkins from the grass at recess.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves going to Aerith’s flower shop because he helps her make your bouquets extra pretty just for you. #bestfriendprivileges

boyfriend Cloud who has recurring nightmares of losing you to Sepiroth. No not the “I’ll steal your girl,” kind of way. More like he murders you and Aerith at the same time. Perhaps something from a past life?

Boyfriend Cloud who loves watching studio ghibli movies with you especially ponyo and spirited away. Let’s not get started on his love for Princess Mononoke.

Boyfriend Cloud who goes with you at the bookstore for now on to carry your books because he found out that a guy put his number inside of a book after catching it for you when you accidentally dropped it from your stack pile.

Boyfriend Cloud who’s COMPLETELY and UTTERLY obsessed with you. Not the annoying obsession, but the obsession that makes your tummy in knots and the cute things he loves to do for you. Whether it’s making you lunch for school/ work, leaving cute notes on your door handles, or literally dropping everything instantly for you when you call.

Boyfriend Cloud who hid in the bathroom after you guys had…yk…and too embarrassed to come out. If only he knew you were on the bed breathless and wanting more.

Boyfriend Cloud who baby trapped you. With a cat. Her names Honey and every time there’s an argument he uses her as an excuse to visit you. “We can’t let our cat have separated household problems,she needs both of her parents so please answer the door.”

Boyfriend Cloud who had no idea him getting a lip piercing would be in the way of kissing you for it to heal correctly. He ran out of the piercing shop and only agreed to come back to get a matching eyebrow piercing with you instead.

Boyfriend Cloud who not only made you a playlist, but this mf burned a cd for you, made tifa draw a one in a million piece of art for you for the cover, has a sticker of it on his car, and even bought a necklace that had the Spotify playlist code. So whenever a person flirts with him, he’ll hold it up and say, “scan this and read the description. That’ll be my answer for you.”

Boyfriend Cloud who didn’t understand why you were so obsessed with kpop, especially BTS. Him and jungkook have beef apparently. He also buys you albums all the time and even sacrifices himself to let you use his phone to make sure you guys get tickets to concerts.

Boyfriend Cloud who WILL call your work to call off. He doesn’t care, cuddles are more important.

Boyfriend Cloud who forces you to drink water whenever you hang. You always complain about headaches and he makes sure when you’re with him you’re hydrated.

Boyfriend Cloud who is addicted to Dr.Pepper. You gave him some when you two went to watch Barbie in the summer and it’s his holy grail. “We need to head to Costco, I ran out of my pepper.”

[tunafishprincess]

Patricide is Harder than it Looks Comic

Big thank you to @thefruitloop-chan for doing this wonderful comic commish for my fanfic “Patricide is Harder than it Looks! Check out Squid’s art and comics they’re amazing. Link to fic is in the reblog.

[icycoldninja]

Don't leave me (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

Summary: Sephiroth's abandonment issues get the better of him in the middle of the night, so he goes to you, seeking comfort.

---‐------------------------------------------------------------‐--------------Sleep was never easy for Sephiroth thanks to the shadows, voices, and eerie bits of music that often plagued his thoughts. His mind, when allowed to wander, was often like a bitter, wintery blizzard, with everything swirling around in one, massive, confusing, mental storm. In order to keep the storm from growing too large, Sephiroth often kept busy throughout the day, focusing his mind on productive, stimulating activities such as exercising, scheming in his office, or tracking down Cloud and his accomplices.

However, at nighttime, when his brain was exhausted and craved sleep, such activities were very difficult to complete, therefore, he turned to more ordinary practices of keeping his mind occupied, which, unsurprisingly, did not work. Math problems were easy for him, as were crossword puzzles, spot the difference games, hidden object puzzles, etc. Sephiroth could work through an entire high-school math textbook in under 2 hours and say it was "child's play". This level of genius was purely astonishing, and also maddening, as his troubled thoughts, of which there were plenty, were also very disruptive.

Sighing, the man rolled over in his bed and draped his heavy, fluffy wing over his face like most humans would with a pillow. Why couldn't he sleep?! What would it take for his goddamn brain to shut off and let him rest already?! He was so tired, he could feel his eyeballs ache, but he just couldn't rest. Why?

The swirling storm in Sephiroth's head raged on; he closed his eyes and gripped his pillow tightly, trying desperately to remember what falling asleep felt like so he could ascertain whether or not he was making progress.

Several more minutes passed, and Sephiroth felt his brain fog over. He relaxed completely, willing his consciousness to slip into darkness and finally, finally, allow him to rest. He expected to plunge into fuzzy nothingness, but was instead met with a cold, dark, empty void.

All around him, he could hear laughter. Deranged laughter; laughter he'd heard almost all day of every day during his childhood. How he hated that laugh. Sephiroth turned around, only to find that same man standing before him in the familiar, pristine lab coat that he knew so well.

Hojo.

He was glad he couldn't speak; to utter his name aloud would have stained and corrupted his tongue. He glared at the man with contempt, wishing he would just leave already. He'd seen enough of that cruel bastard, he didn't need to see any more. Hojo smiled at him, his thin lips twisting into a devious smirk. Looking at it made Sephiroth's blood boil. Where was Masamune? Now would be a perfect time to use it.

Hojo's smile slowly faded, his expression turning from evil glee to disgust. He was regarding Sephiroth with disgust. How dare he?! Sephiroth watched as he turned around and walked away, shaking his head. Good riddance, he thought. He never wanted to look at scum like Hojo anyway. Turning around once again, Sephiroth came face to face with a being he never expected to see in a place like this. His own, beloved mother: Jenova.

Now Sephiroth was beginning to wish he could speak. He wanted to tell his mother how glad he was to see her here, how much he loved her, how thankful he was to her for his mere existence. He tried to reach out to touch her, but she recoiled, frowning in repulsion. What was wrong? What did he do to make her feel this way? Sephiroth was at a complete loss; all he ever did was for his mother, so why wasn't she embracing him? Why....why didn't she love him?

Panicking slightly, Sephiroth extended his hands in her direction once again, but Jenova stepped back. Shaking her head at him, just as Hojo had done, the entity whom Sephiroth had dedicated nearly everything he did to turned her back on him.

Now he was scared. The darkness was more than just that; it was an all-consuming maw mace of his own twisted, fearful thoughts. He didn't want this; he hated being alone like this. Why did everyone leave? What did he do wrong?

The stormy void closed in around Sephiroth, surrounding him in a cloud of fear. He didn't like this, he didn't want to sleep anymore, he wanted to wake up!

And he did, springing upright in a cold sweat, panting heavily. His wing flapped loudly against the bed, shedding feathers everywhere. He looked around and saw he was the only person in the room, this notion terrifying him even further. In a fit of frenzied hysteria, Sephiroth flung the covers aside and stumbled out of his room, not caring that he was bashing various body parts against the door trim. He ended up in the living room, where you were still awake, working on the couch. As soon as he appeared in the darkened room, you stopped what you were doing and turned to him, confused. His legs, clad only in pajama shorts, were visibly and violently trembling; an unusual occurrence.

"Seph?" You asked, standing up and walking towards him. "Are you alright?" He shook his head, nearly collapsing into your arms. You cradled him for a while, pressing soft kisses to his cheek, waiting patiently to see if he would explain the reasons for his distress. After a few moments, he began to sob.

"Don't leave me," He croaked, clinging onto you tightly. "Don't leave me too...." You sighed softly, before taking hid head into your hands and kissing him.

"I'm not leaving you, ever," You told him, running your hands through his long, silky locks. "I'm gonna be here forever. Don't be afraid." Sephiroth nodded, then sniffled and wiped his tears away. "Come on," You said, taking him by the hand and leading him back to his bedroom. "I'll stay with you tonight."

Needless to say, Sephiroth fell asleep easier than ever that night; the comfort of your presence, and the knowledge that you would never leave him lulling him into peaceful slumber.

[artsykidwolf-2000]

Hello I would like to request something. How eould Sephiroth act when he has a crush on someone? Idc if it's post-Nibelheim or while he's still a Soldier. I leave that up to you. Thank you so much if you do this and have a wonderful day :3

Great question Le Anonymous! This is similar to what I thought for my Ravenroth ship (maybe?) BUT this topic is cute nonetheless. I might just do both ideas! Hope you like these headcanons!

SEPHIROTH CRUSH HEADCANONS

PRE-NIBELHEIM

Sephiroth as a SOLDIER he never really had romantic feelings, even as a teenager. Once he became more of an adult that's when his tables turned.

He would get flustered when Genesis or Angeal made a joke about the person Sephiroth liked. But he hid it well but you could see pink dust on his cheeks. He'd get confused about butterflies in his stomach and why they were there.

As he explores his feelings more, he tries to be braver around his special someone. When he eventually asked them on a date on his free time he was happy. He shined that shy smile of his. He took them to a fancy restaurant and bought them flowers or a little gift for a start. He's a good listener and would mostly let his date take charge of small talk if they were brave, if not he would.

He might take them on a walk or shopping on the next few dates. He has a lot of money to burn! As the relationship progressed he'd eventually confess his attraction. He's still new to all this lovey dovey crap so it'll be a slow start but with the help of his partner he would be just fine and even start to be very romantic on occasion.

Genesis and Angeal would absolutely still tease him about his romantic efforts and Genesis would try and coach him to the behest of Sephiroth's will. Angeal would just tell Sephiroth to be himself and be more gentleman-like and uphold honor in his word. He loves his friends' efforts but he's already had Genesis talk his ear off about Loveless references...Angeal is more tolerable.

Yes Zack would absolutely have his jaw hit the dang floor about hearing about ALL of this and how Sephiroth has a partner. Zack just can't help not hiding his puppy-like wonder.

Sephiroth talks about his mother a lot with their partner. If his partner was willing to research more about if his mother was truly dead or not AND found the truth then you bet your bottom gil he would try and find his real mother and bring justice to Hojo.

POST-NIBELHEIM

Good lawd where to start....

Ok! With Sephiroth off his rocker bc of everything that's happened. Things would be different and difficult to comprehend.

If Sephiroth still had his partner before he went bonkers he would ABSOLUTELY try and keep them with him at all costs. He still loves them but it's slowly creeping into bad territory. If he did not have a partner beforehand he would kinda stalk them like he does Cloud. Leave flowers and candy and whatever else on their doorstep. Then it turns into jewelry or expensive items. Then himself out of the blue.

It creeps the partner out but the love is still there. His good looks and charm works wonders. They try and figure out what went wrong with him. Maybe they try and reverse what happened if they're more than just a normal person. Magic can only go so far.

If their efforts are fruitful then he slowly reverses back to his old self just a bit but can't quite shake off Jenova unless someone destroys her. He also finds out about his real mother. He would search for her with them.

If it was in vain then he would be angered fairly easily. Trying to turn them into more like him or be more loyal or obey him. Regardless if he still had love in his heart.

Sometimes at night, you can hear cries...but from who is up to the mind's desire...

[elvenxwarrior]

Final Fantasy - Cloud Strife - NSFW Headcanons

Masterlist

You can also find these posted on my AO3!

WARNING! NSFW! MINORS DNI!

☁︎ Cloud likes things to be very wholesome and intimate when y'all get down to business.

☁︎ He likes to lay down and have his SO on top of him, riding him - he likes being close to you and running his hands down your body. He can't resist a squeeze of your booty though~

☁︎ He likes to smooch during sex and will kiss everywhere he can reach - lean down and kiss him and he'll melt into you. He will thread his hands into your hair and hold you close.

☁︎ I don't think Cloud would be ridiculously kinky - If things get rough or spicy I think at most, Cloud would top and hold your arms or wrists down.

☁︎ That being said, he has a filthy mouth and knows what you like to hear...~

Admittedly, when you first got sexually intimate, he felt very awkward about it-

☁︎ Cloud isn't super loud but he'll softly moan in your ear - he only gets loud when he's going to cum.

☁︎ When it comes to foreplay, Cloud really likes giving oral, he's pretty skilled with his tongue and loves to grip your thighs whilst servicing you.

☁︎ After cumming, Cloud will tell you he loves you, softly against your neck as you cuddled up and probably fall asleep <3

[yinza]

@ffviihalloween - Day 5: Experiments

Slightly belated for this prompt, but I've been wanting to do an illustration for Rotten Honey, the fic @cateringisalie wrote me earlier this year! This was such a vivid scene.

[Image Description: A monochrome digital illustration set in the basement of the Shinra mansion. Lucrecia stands on a ladder in front of an open tank, one arm resting on the rim while she reaches into it with the other, her expression enraptured. Inside the tank, her back to the viewer, is Jenova, her fingers just about to close around Lucrecia's hand. Gast is rushing forward with his mouth open in alarm and his hands reaching around Lucrecia's waist. Hojo stands motionless farther in the background, looking angry. /end ID]

[elegantmadness]

Seeds of Doubt Masterpost

Mostly, it's for my own organization than anything, but if it helps you, so much the better!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[venusxblue]

I like how Valenwind nation collectively agreed that Vincent calling Cid "Chief" is hot and canon

[strifesodosweek]

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