#Final Fantasy 7 Fanfiction

[cloudsmateria]

love crushed - cloud x reader

summary: cloud can't sleep with you on his mind, unable to accept his feelings. until eventually you both get caught unable to sleep. confessions occur, seggs happens perchance.

tw: seggs, quite rough seggs

He finally gave up. After hours of writhing in his hotel room, trying to convince himself over and over again, he knew he wasn’t winning. You had been circulating his mind, doing laps, your face crossing his vision every second. Continuously recalling your cut-up face today, panting, exhausted, the way his heart failed at the sight of you. You had no hesitation when it came to saving anyone, even at the expense of yourself. 

He groaned, dragging himself out of bed to get fresh air on the balcony. He dragged his hands down his face as he leaned against the railings, looking over Junon. He was being such a fucking girl about this, really. Just a simple crush and it was like he was 14 years old again, getting sweaty hands at the mere thought of you, and yet he still didn't want to accept it, what was right in front of him.

Cloud sighed deeply, resting his elbows against the railings and clasping his hands together. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn't be away from you. Even if you didn’t return his feelings, it wasn't going to stop him, no way in hell, he just needed you by his side, sitting in that bed he was already thinking about knocking on your door just to talk to you and see if you were still okay from that fight that happened hours ago. 

"I don't like her. I'm just not used to having new friends," he told himself, the wind ruffling his hair and his heart pounding at the thought of you, eventually shaking his head, that didn't feel right. He couldn't even deny it anymore. "...It's just a crush, I'll get over it."

The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

Cloud was already heading to your room, his hand raised to knock on the door before he realised what he was doing. He cursed himself, dropping his arm back down to his side. This was fucking ridiculous, what was he doing? Cloud didn't even realise the way he was acting, but this was unlike him. Normally, he was cool and collected, always had been, but you, you turned his world upside down and he had no idea how to handle it. 

"Why am I doing this?" He thinks, softly leaning his head against the door. "She's probably sleeping, why are you disturbing her for this stupid shit?" He asked himself, turning around and walking down the hall towards the elevator. He pressed the button, waiting as he looked back at your door. And you stepped out, half asleep and still in your pajamas, it was so dark you didn't even see Cloud at the end of the hallway. 

You shuffled down the hallway. Your head was killing you, all those thoughts that had been swarming you for the past few hours, and now you had a headache. It was a horrible, horrible, night. You needed to go see Aerith to see if she had any healing spells, or Tifa to see if she had any medication, maybe you could go out and clear your head.

You bumped straight into Cloud's chest while you were rubbing your eyes.

"Y/n?"

"Cloud?"

"What are you doing up? Are you okay?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Not trying to sneak out on us are you?" You say, looking up at him, squinting. The hallway lights were bright and you couldn't see his expression properly.

"Just taking a walk."

"Oh my god, that's great. Can I join you?"

"Sure. Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "I just couldn't sleep, I've got a lot of things on my mind."

"I know what that's like."

"You couldn't sleep either, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?" You ask, walking next to him as you both go downstairs.

"Not really." You smiled.

"You're never going to open up to me, are you? It's nice to get things off your chest, you know. I'm a great listener."

"You're also so nosy."

"Only for hot, mysterious guys." You giggle, poking him in the chest. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head and trying not to smile, but you notice his mouth twitching and the tips of his ears going red. "Where are we going, by the way?"

"Down on the beach, unless you want to go somewhere else?"

"No, it's fine. I love the beach."

"You'll freeze."

"I won't."

"You're still wearing your PJs."

"I don't need a lecture, Cloud."

"Well it's my problem if you get sick, isn't it?"

"That's cute. Assuming the responsibility of taking care of me."

"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?"

"Touche."

You both walked in silence to the beach, the breeze was warm and the stars were shining bright in the sky. The waves were crashing on the shore, the smell of the ocean was filling the air, and Cloud was beside you.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. 

"Hit my head when we were fighting earlier, had a headache. And just thinking about some stupid shit that happened years ago, it's so annoying when you can't get things out of your head and you get a headache."

"I get it. I feel the same way. Sometimes it feels like a million things are happening and all at once."

"Exactly."

You were quiet for a moment, listening to the ocean and feeling the soft sand beneath your feet. He turned to face you while you were looking over the water, moonlight softly reflecting in your eyes, lighting up your face. Breathtaking. Although brutally reminded of earlier as his eyes dropped down to the cut on your cheek, the gash on your arm. 

"I’m sorry that I couldn't get to you quick enough earlier."

"It's fine, you don’t have to protect me. Just ended up with a concussion."

"Why do you always get yourself hurt for other people?" You laughed. 

"I couldn't let Tifa get hurt, could I? She deserves princess treatment. You would know, you have a crush on her, don't you?" 

"What?" Cloud choked.

"Knowing a girl that pretty since you were kids? Sounds like a great love story." You were genuinely curious, not wanting to be a homewrecker or get the wrong idea from him at any point. You could get the vibe that she liked him too, that they were flirting sometimes. 

"Tifa is my best friend, I've known her for years."

"You guys were arguing like a couple in Nice. Or is it a relationship?"

"We're childhood friends."

"That's not what I asked, Cloud."

"No, it’s not.”

"What about Aerith?"

"Aerith is like my sister."

"Do you have a crush on her then? Is that why you always get flustered around her?"

"Why does it matter? You've got a thing for Reno, don't you?" You burst out laughing, he couldn't help but smile watching you die for a minute straight, until you could feel abs coming through. But he genuinely wanted a straight answer. "Don't you?"

"No?" You snorted. 

"Leslie or Tseng?"

"Oh my God, Cloud. You're going to kill me." You laughed. "What makes you think that?"

"You kept calling them hot. The way you look at both of them too. "

"The way I look at him? Are you jealous?" You tease.

"Of course not." He said sternly.

"Why are you getting so defensive, Strife?" You smirk.

"I'm not."

"Sounds like jealousy to me."

"Why would I get jealous?"

"Are you sure you're not jealous, Cloudy? You're getting a bit worked up."

"Y/n..." He mutterest annoyedly.

"You're not denying it."

"What's there to deny? ...Oh, come on. I saw the way you looked at Reno."

"Reno's a pain in the ass. An attractive pain in the ass. But I don't like him." Thank God, he thinks. "What about you then? Aerith or Tifa?"

"No."

"No to both of them?"

"Why are you surprised?"

"Because they're gorgeous! Are you gay?!"

"No. I'm just... not attracted to them. That's all."

"Ok so... not gay, not attracted to Tifa or Aerith." You list. "You have to like someone."

"Who do you like thetn?" I’m not ready for an unrequited confession, you think. 

"I asked first."

"Are you 5?"

"We're literally sitting here talking about crushes and you're dodging the question. You’re the five-year-old."

"This is ridiculous."

"Who is it?"

"Are we really going to do this here?"

"Please."

"I like you." Cloud says, finally looking at you. You freeze, blinking a couple of times. His heart sinks to his stomach, knowing he should’ve expected rejection and feeling like a fucking idiot. 

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Say it again."

"I like you, Y/n. What? Have I ruined everything?"  One more butterfly and you would've flown away. 

"You don't." You say, trying to confirm it.

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"If you're being serious I'm going to do something really stupid."

"Wha-" You grabbed the collar of his vest, pushing his face toward you, lips connecting.  His hands find your waist quickly, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. Your hands snake around his neck, running through his hair, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking it. He pulls away, biting your bottom lip, picking your hips to wrap your legs around his waist, panting heavily and taken shocked.  

"You have no idea how long it took for me to come to terms with the fact I like you."

“I can’t believe it either.” You smile, kissing him again. “I bagged Cloud Strife.”

“And I bagged you.”

"Let’s get back to the hotel. It’s cold.”

“Almost like I said. And who’s going to be the one taking care of you?”

“It’s almost like I wanted you to warm me up.” You smiled. 

…

He quickly had you against the door the second you got in, kissing down your neck feverishly. It was the only thing he could do after you had been relentlessly going through his mind all week. He wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of you.

"Cloud," you moan, pulling at his vest and throwing it off of him.

"What?" He breathes, his hand reaching the back of your neck to pull you into another kiss.

"Do you know how hot you are?"

"Do you know how hot you are? Why the hell are you not naked yet?" He mumbles into your mouth, ripping your shirt off.

"Fuck." You gasp, as his lips travel down your chest, unclipping your bra. "Couldn't even wait to get onto the bed? Ah-!" His nimble fingers came to your breast, rolling the bud, his mouth sucking in your other nipple, tongue swirling around it. You grip onto his hair, your body burning, twitching. He lifts his head, his lips capturing yours again.

"You're beautiful."

"You're making me blush." You breathe, as his finger catches in your waistband, moving slowly.

“It looks good on you."

"Hurry up, please,"

"Begging already?"

"You've had me waiting long enough, I swear-" He presses his lips against yours again, silencing you.

"Patience."

"I can’t." You mutter as he pulls off your shorts and undergarments, bringing his face down, arms wrapped around your thighs to prop you up against the wall.

"Please, Cloud."

"God, I love it when you beg. You have no idea what it does to me." He groans, taking in what is in front of him. 

"Fucking do something about it." You say frustratedly, bucking your hips forward to prompt any kind of contact. 

"Didn't expect you to be such a brat." He nudges his nose against your clit, making your thighs squeeze, although forced back open by his arms.

"Cloud!"

He licks a long stripe down your pussy, his tongue slipping in. His tongue flicks, making you arch as you whisper his name over and over.

"Cloud, fuck, Cloud,"

"So pretty," he says, muffled.

"More, please."

He takes your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his arms holding you up as you start to shake. His tongue works its way down, sliding in and out, nose pressed deeply into your sensitive bud. It didn't take you long to feel yourself build up to your finish.

"I'm close." You whimper, he feels your thighs tighten, letting your thighs squeeze his head and hang your legs over your shoulder. 

"Come on, baby."

You moan as your climax reaches, eyes rolling back, gripping his hair tightly. Your legs begin to twitch, his head lifting up.

"So perfect for me." He hums, standing up, held up by your ass as he brings your face up for a kiss. He brings you over to lie on his bed. He kisses down your body, making you whine.

"What about you?" You ask. 

"What about me?"

"Don't you want to finish?"

"You want me to fuck you?"

"God, yes."

"Are you sure you can handle it, princess?" He asks, undoing his trousers and removing the rest of his clothes. “How do you want it?”

"However you want."

"I asked how you wanted it, Y/n.”

"I'm indecisive, I just need you. Do whatever you want, please."

"You sure you're not going to regret that? I won't hold back." He says, kicking off his trousers. You can see the bulge through his boxers, making your heart stop for a minute. "Having second thoughts?"

"That's a lot for my first time."

"You're a virgin?"

"I don't exactly have time for boyfriends when I move all over the place."

"I'll be gentle then."

"I thought you said you weren't holding back." You sit up, watching him as he pulls it out, and kicks away his boxers too. Speechless.

"Only if you had a deathwish." He teases. 

"Can I suck it?"

"Only if you promise not to bite."

"No promises."

He smiles, stroking his cock a couple of times, standing over you. He lets your hand wrap around it, guiding you to his tip. You take him in your mouth, his hand tangling itself in your hair, gently guiding himself down your throat.

"You're so pretty." He groans. You swirl your tongue, making him buck his hips slightly, a moan escaping his lips. You hum, sending vibrations down his dick, his grip tightening in your hair.

"Faster," he pleads, thrusting into your mouth, your eyes watering as he goes deeper. "Fuck,"

He pulls out, you lick a long strip down the underside, sucking the tip. You can taste the precum as you go back to deepthroating him as far as you can manage until you feel his balls tighten.

"God, I could cum in your mouth right now."

You can feel him getting close, his grip starts to tighten. He pulls you away by your hair.

"I was going to let you finish me, but I want to hear you scream." He pushes you back down onto the bed, spreading your legs wide open. You can feel the heat radiating off of his dick, as it rests on your pelvis. "You still want this?"

"Yes, Cloud. Please, please."

"Needy thing." He says, leaning down to peck your lips. He swirls a finger around your clit, before pushing the tip against it, slowly running it up and down. He watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, as you grab the pillow underneath your head. He lines himself up, changing his mind at the last second with a grin, rubbing it up between your lips again. 

"Stop teasing me,"

"It's so fun to watch your squirm,"

"I'll finish myself off."

"Oh yeah? How are you going to do that if I'm holding you down?" He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

"I can't wait any longer, please."

"Since you're begging so nicely."

"God, finally." He leans over again, kissing you one more time before lining himself up. Slowly, pushing the tip in, and letting you adjust to the stretch as he stayed there for a minute. He groaned, it was already so tight, hot, wet.

"Fuck... So tight." He mutters, thrusting the tip in. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You twitch around him, and he feels it. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch. His cock filling you, the stretch getting wider, as he slides in completely, the inside of you full.

"Ah- Fuck."

"Want me to stop?" You shake your head. He bites down on his bottom lip. "God you feel so good." Slowly, he pulls out, the head catching on the edge, and pushes in again. The pace stays slow for a while, his hand holding your wrists above your head.

"Taking me so good." He moans, kissing your neck again. You whimper, any discomfort starting to melt away, pleasure taking over.

"Harder, Cloud."

He complies, snapping his hips into you, the pace slowly picking up. You cry out and his hand comes off your wrists to clamp around your mouth before you woke up everyone else, his thrusts turning into a fast and rough pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. His breath was hot on your neck, panting.

"You want it rough?" 

"God, please, yes." He pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your chest, your ass hanging in the air. 

His hand came to your hip, slamming back into you, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking it back, forcing your back to arch. His pace was brutal, his hand leaving your hip, coming to the small of your back, holding you in that position. The room filled with nothing but the sound of his balls hitting your clit, the obscene wet noise of his cock slipping in and out. You bury your face into the pillow, muffling the noises spilling out of your mouth.

"God, you take my cock so well. Such a good girl." He groans. His pace begins to stagger, his dick twitching inside you. "Can't believe I had to wait this long for you."

He pulls your head back, pressing his chest against your back. He kisses and sucks at the skin of your neck, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall. His hand comes back down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles, and it was overwhelming. You felt tears form in the corner of your eyes.

"I'm so close."

"Me too."

"Come on, y/n, cum on my cock." His hips snapped again, and you couldn't hold back anymore. The knot in your stomach released, your legs shaking.

"Fuck." He groans, his hips stuttering and his hand coming down to grip your ass, feeling the convulsions of your body around his dick. "I'm going to cum inside."

"Please."

"You want it?"

"Uh-huh."

He buries himself inside, a guttural groan escaping his throat, the heat of his cum filling you up, twitching, his thrusts slowing, riding out his orgasm. His arms wrapped around your body, keeping you pressed against his chest, as you both lay there, panting, trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck." He chuckles. "That was..."

"Wow."

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm seeing stars, I think. Or maybe I'm in love."

"You're definitely in love." He smiles, kissing your cheek. He thrusts deep into you one more time, his cock sensitive, the both of you moaning. "Round two?" He suggests.

"I'll die." He laughs and pulls out of you, you whimpering at the loss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him.

"I'll get you a pill tomorrow morning, okay?"

"I have an important question."

He wraps his arms around your waist, his forehead pressed against yours. "Go on."

"How did you learn how to fuck so good?"

"I had a lot of pent-up energy."

"So I was just an easy outlet?"

"Maybe."

"I don't want to hear another word."

"I'm joking. It was pent up feelings, you idiot."

"Or maybe you're just a man whore?"

"No, definitely not. Just pent up feelings, like I said."

"For how long?"

"Like a year."

"That's a long time."

"I know."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought you didn't like me."

"Cloud."

“Mm.”

“You’re stupid.”

“I know. We could’ve fucked sooner.”

"Is that what you're really thinking about?"

"Not really. I'm thinking about how good your pussy feels around my cock."

"You're gross."

"You're gross, you made me cum inside you. They're going to give us an earful tomorrow, they definitely heard us." He mumbles, littering kisses up and down your neck again, wrapping his arms around you tighter. 

"Guess we better get some sleep then?"

“Anything you say, princess.”

-

this is my first time writing smut. not sure how to feel about it. maybe a little too fast paced but very fun to write, learnt a lot.

[ariseur]

fem! reader with a virgin sephiroth? i think he would be so so sweet, i love how you write him <3

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ nsfw thought under the cut !!

okay i don’t write smut but i will gladly give my thoughts on these types of lil ideas……. because ugh i can just imagine how nervous he’d really be even if he tries to let you know that he’s completely ready. like, can you just imagine a lil nerdy sephiroth searching up articles on how to make you feel good??? no?? just me?? okay 😞

i feel like instinctively he’d wanna be on top since that’s what he had seen be performed, but he’d gladly take constructive criticism or switch places if you wanted to — he’d be a little shocked to know that there are so many different positions though. ughhhh.. he loves missionary and mating press, and when you asked why he loves it so much he says it’s just because he wants to look into your eyes to see if he’s doing it right.

speaking of that, i can just imagine him interlacing your fingers as he leans down. i can’t really see sephiroth as a big kisser? but i can see him placing soft, chaste kisses every once in awhile when he meets you in between that little gap you two share. despite it being his first time, he’s actually got quite the upper hand — his hand may be occupied with yours but his other one would find your chin to look up at him. eye contact is a big thing with him, he finds it so intimate regardless of whether it’s during sex or not, but he won’t get embarrassed even if it’s his first time.

he’d be so direct with his words so it might come out a little dirtier than he had hoped ( he’ll catch on quick with his teasing though, don’t be fooled lol ). so like minutes later, he’d gently grab your fingers and bring it down between your thighs before looking back up at you and all he says is, “would you demonstrate how you touch yourself?” or, “am i doing okay?” and UGH……… sephiroth PLEASE. in the chance that you’re more straightforward, i don’t think he’d mind, he’s very versatile. he doesn’t fuck you for an orgasm, he does it for the intimacy he gets to share with you, and he def discovers that when it’s his first time.

the fact that he’s trusted you to take his virginity is SO sacred to him ( as it should be with anybody ) and he wants you to understand that — with his words, with his touch, with anything and everything he can give you.

and he doesn’t even know that he’s big ugh so he’s just so gentle that he holds himself back so much and accidentally edges himself when he tries to focus on you rather than him, making sure you feel good too :(

he might not understand aftercare super well at first?? like he might just bring you a towel and.. try to clean you up with it 😭? but that’s all he knows, so it’s up to you to teach him proper aftercare for both you and himself !! if he goes a little too hard and your legs are still wobbly then he’s so amused with himself lmfao. but don’t worry, he won’t tease that much, he’ll just slip his arm behind your waist to support your back before ushering you to wherever you need to go :(((

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[lovelyladyventress]

It is absolutely tragic that there is no Yandere Zack Fair tag on AO3! How can this be!?!? Someone (meaning me) should change that IMMEDIATELY! 😱😱😱

Must I do everything myself around here? *huffs impatiently*

I literally have SO MANY clack/zakkura fanfic ideas where Zack is kinda like a closet yandere who simps hard for his blonde bestie and has been searching for him for a long time. And it's not the abusive type yandere but like the psychotically protective, somewhat stalkery 'i will end anyone who hurts you' type of yandere.

I started writing it in like 2022 and dropped it, and now I'm interested in writing it again. I'm already three chapters in, and it's soo juicy and painful lmao! The rough synopsis is that Tifa and Aerith fall in love and get married, and it totally breaks Clouds heart because he was very in love with Tifa. Before the wedding, Cloud kind of disappears from the group for about five years and gets into a very toxic relationship with someone who completely takes advantage of his heartbreak and deteriorating mental state.

Then, years later, Cloud gets invited to the wedding and forces himself to go and be happy for his old friends. He puts on a front because he cares for both Tifa and Aerith and only wants their happiness.

But then.... Zack and Cloud meet again at the wedding for the first time in five years. Before Cloud left, Zack and him got into a heated argument, and then Cloud pulled another one of his disappearing acts. Zack had been looking for Cloud for a while, but realized that Cloud didn't want to be found and decided to leave him alone, against his own better judgment.

The real kicker that gets this plot going, is that at the wedding Zack observes Cloud's every movement like a hawk, taking in every detail with increasing worry. Zack notices that Cloud's lost a ton of weight, is covered in wounds and scars that Cloud quickly dismisses as 'mercenary work', that Cloud speaks numbly with a voice that is more monotone and withdrawn than Zack has ever heard, as if Cloud has completely checked out and lost the light in his blue eyes. The worst of all, when Cloud moves to take a glass of champagne Aerith offers him, Zack can see the wounds on his arm and neck, covered with bandages. Those marks are not those caused by fiends, but by a human.

And after the wedding, Zack decides that if Cloud won't take care of himself and treat himself right, then Zack will do it for him. He proceeds to infiltrate Cloud's life and turn it upside down. Oooh, drama! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

It's very much a dramatic hurt/comfort fic with lots of sensual tension, spice, and fluffy lovey dovey scenes. Just with a yandere zack hehehe!!! 😈

If you're interested in this fic idea, lemme know so I can let you know when I post it on AO3. :))))

[bardic-tales]

As Bianca slashed downward, a crack raced towards Sephiroth, cutting through the sand and planet itself. The star-drench fissure darkened with the blackness of space, raged with the crimson clouds of a nebula, and glittered with planetary satellites. She controlled the very fabric of time itself.

[. . .]

"You dare defy me, even with such power?" Sephiroth lunged forward. His own wing flared, ready to counterattack.

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[tommys-little-writing-corner]

FINAL FANTASY VII MASTERLIST

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》 Amity in War (SOLDIER!Reader) A journey through time as told by a young SOLDIER, who comes to befriend three others amid the Wutai War. The four of them were young, naïve of the world that remained beyond their walls. In the eyes of (Y/N), this is a series of memories of friendship, brotherhood, and the eventual tragedy that would hurt them all. 》 Notes: Gender Neutral!Reader, (Y/N) is described with mako-colored eyes, No Romance, Platonic Friendship, Slight Canon Divergence, Third Person Writing, Found Family, No Happy Endings, Canon Violence 》 Status: WIP... 》 Chapters: ? // ...

[bylightofdawn]

After gods know how many words I have FINALLY gotten to the actual kissing. And now I'm torn between having Reeve stop because this is so not the time for a dozen of reasons. (This is prolly the more IC reaction)

Or going with the horny side and having them (aka Reeve) deal with the repercussions of being horny and this being the worst possible time for them to fall into bed for the aforementioned dozens of reasons.

My original plan was for Reeve to put the brakes on it.

But the angst goblin that lives inside of me kinda loves the idea of Rufus, who is convinced he's going to die in the near future anyway, wants to go the whole mile and satisfy more than a decade worth of wanting. They get into disagreement where Reeve assumes this is just one last pity fuck at the end of the world for Rufus and he's conveniently there.

(Aka Reeve's crippling self-esteem issues pick the worst fucking time to rear their ugly head)

Meanwhile Rufus just wants one good thing before he shakes off this mortal coil and he's been lowkey pining for this dumb, oblivious nerd for more than a decade GDI. He's not happy about his terrible tastes either but could they please go back to kissing and hopefully fucking and hang the repercussions.

And then there's a whole bunch of other reasons why this is a terrible time for them to hook up. But both are lonely, touch-starved and the bed is literally right there. Ahem.

Either way is going to end in some form of conflict that will be resolved in the next (hopefully final) chapter.

I'm gonna force myself to take a break and work on editing Seeds instead. I thought about maybe doing a poll but I don't think anyone would actually care enough to participate in it. LOL

Shhhh Reeve isn't the only one with crippling self-esteem issues.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Story WIPs (what I'm currently working on all at once).

Multi-chapter Fics: 

Where the Tainted Kiss CH 24 (Vaas)

A wad of cash was tossed into her face, but Liv didn't attempt to collect it. She kept her head down, even as Yada spat on the ground next to her. 

"You happy puta (bitch)? You got what was owed to you."

She wasn't happy; she didn't want Barto to die. It should have been her beneath the earth.

From the Ashes CH 2 (Reno)

"Thank you. I appreciate this," Amelia stated. She equipped it onto the bangle around her wrist. "All I need are these two."

"Don't be such a spoilsport. I have something special I've been saving up for an occasion like this," Liana retorted. 

She reached into her bag for a second time and retrieved a green orb, tossing it to Amelia, who easily caught it and lifted it into the light. 

It's not a magic type. That much I can tell.

Amelia narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"I know what you're thinking, but it's not a healing orb. I don't expect you to learn it right away, but to learn from it, I need battle information. You're the best suited for this type of Materia," she explained, lifting a finger.

Of course. She wanted to use Amelia as a test subject. 

"Thanks, I guess, but what is it?"

And why was she the only one it was suited for? 

"It is the 'Time' Materia, containing the ability to slow down or stop time. I can't believe some idiot grunt was going to throw it away. Materia is hard to come by–"

"Focus," Amelia ordered. 

Liana tended to ramble when excited. 

"Anyhow, you just equip it to your bracelet and cast it like you would any magic Materia type. The effects don't last long, maybe twenty seconds at best, and the more you use it the weaker it gets, so try not to rely on it to save your butt or you will exhaust yourself," she added. 

Legends Never Die CH 2 (Link)

There was no other choice; she'd have to fight too. But of the four beasts she could summon, who would assist her? Lilya narrowed her eyes. Apus was not suited for battle, despite being an intermediate-ranked summoning, and the Great Sage – the lowest tier – was too stubborn to assist her without payment.

I have to call on her, Lilya thought.

Taking out her earring, she rested the point against her palm and clasped her hand shut, groaning as it pierced into her skin. The summing circle appeared before her; Lilya raised her bloody hand out to it.

"Come forth, Ara––"

"Lilya, you must not!" Raina shouted.

The said teen raised a brow in confusion. Was she serious?

"I can help," Lilya argued. "Stop being so self-centered. You can't do this alone."

Raina shook her head. She opened her mouth to say something but an arrow suddenly pierced her shoulder.

Fragile Lines CH 11 (Nacho)

Ria drummed her fingers on her knee, trying her best to focus on the movie. She wanted more than anything to give all her attention to Nacho but her mind was swarming with questions after her brief meeting this morning. It was driving her insane. 

A comforting hand on hers drew her attention to the man beside her, noting the curious look on his face. She forced a grin and curled up next to him, leaning her head onto his shoulder. Goosebumps littered her arms as he laced his fingers with hers. Ria could get used to this. 

Too bad her ex was hell-bent on ruining her mood. 

Desert Flower CH 7 (Grimmjow)

His tone implies that he doesn't necessarily want me to be there but he steps aside and lets me in. I stand beyond the threshold in awe, staring at the room I walked into. It's dome-shaped with a winding staircase in the center. One of the most common elements in the room is the various plants; it reminds me of a desert paradise with its cream-colored theme.

"This way," the man insists as he brushes past me.

I follow him up the staircase to the top floor, noticing three others including Grimmjow seated around the room; the latter is laid out on cushions and pillows. This room in general gives more of a laid-back vibe; various plants and fish bowls with gorgeous ecosystems decorate the room; it's interesting just how different his tower is from the previous one I have seen.

"Grimmjow, you have a guest. She claims that she is expected," the man announces.

The room turns to me in interest; my face turns red in embarrassment. I should be used to this sort of attention being from a royal family, but judgment has never been a favorite of mine.

Grimmjow grins.

"And I thought you'd tuck your tail and run."

Requests:

Lily Eyes (Buddha)

An air of nervousness surrounds you as you stop for a moment, taking an uneasy breath. You hope this will work.

Pretending to slip from the rung, you let out a gasp as you fall back, trusting the man below. Your stomach knots in fear as you plummet, but luckily Buddha catches you with ease. 

"That could have been much worse," you utter. 

His brows knit. The pattern rests in his eyes as he stares at you for a moment. 

"It's a good thing I was here to catch you, huh?"

You nod. 

"I had no doubts."

You and I (Vaas)

"Do you like games, Vaas?" You ask, kneeling beside his cage. "I love them. It's a sure fucking way to cure boredom on this island during this period of negotiations. But I can never find anyone to play them with. My men don't like to play by the rules and some of the rejects whine too much. Boo hoo, you are unfair… Boo hoo, this game isn't fun for me."

"You bored, querida (darling)? I'll fucking play with you," Vaas retorted. 

A grin spreads across your face. Something about this is odd; prisoners should not be so eager to agree, but his madness is intoxicating. You love it. 

"You see, I knew you would be fun."

Reaching into your pocket, you retrieve the pen knife found on the stout-looking man, popping off the cap. The blade is covered in blood.

"I want to play first blood. It's a simple game; whoever wounds the other first wins. And you even get to have this," you explain as you show him the pen knife. 

One-shots:

Unnamed Benimaru OS 

"Wow! Are you from my world? You know…the real world with manga and video games," the last bit Rimuru utters under his breath.

Your pointed ears twitch in excitement. 

"You too were brought here?"

"Yeah…long story short, I sort of got taken out by a rando with a knife. And when I woke up, I was a slime," he mentions with a sigh. 

A slime? Like the ones in Dragon Quest? You hum in thought. Come to think of it, you don't remember how you died. 

"I guess I got reincarnated as a dark elf. I mean, I'm not complaining, but my arrival wasn't very welcoming."

[agrinsosardonic]

Paradise-- Make Believe

Cloud... Words aren't the only thing that tell people what you're thinking...

Cloud wanted to believe it was real. Real like the moisture on their skin and the heat between them. Like the ground swelling with the end of the world. And He believed it when Tifa said his name and it dripped like caramel, like silk, like it was holding himself together, and fell like rain from the storm onto his body. Their connection. Raw and beautiful and right . And when they explored each other under the steel sky, it felt like the natural conclusion to their story.

Then, the world ended.

[prplpnk]

Finally back on this shit lol

Of Love and Forgiveness

Part 4 of Within the Fox's Shadow series

Cloud/Reno

Summary: Reno is no longer able to hide from the darkness that haunts him and Cloud realizes what he truly wants.

Chapter 1 of 2.

Rated M -- Mild depictions of Violence and Swearing. Major Character Death.

Please do check it out! <3

[several-terrible-decisions]

Lucrecia tries.

Alive, she decides, just. Relief comes tremulously, and it doesn’t last; his chest does not rise or fall in a telltale rhythm of breathing, and he doesn’t stir. What state is this in which he exists? Has he brushed with death’s quiet embrace, only to be pulled backward into some grey inbetween? What could have kept his body from seeking the comfort of nothingness, after enduring such horror?

Read the rest of Here before and after me on AO3

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Honestly? This just happened. I don't think I've ever sketched Lucrecia before, but it was a joy.

[ariseur]

could i request a afectionate Cloud x shy Touch starved reader? Cloud was in many Mission and he came Back that night and reader woke Up with him in bed in the morning. And they then cuddles and kiss a Lot so basically Lots of fluff. I would be very glad <3

your kissed sheets 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

cloud strife (ffvii) x reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

i’m still mad at wingstop for giving me carbonated water when i asked for sprite. like they literally charged me for a sprite when all i got was sparkling water, no syrup in it at all 😭😭

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

mentions of reader being lonely, mentions of eating or not being able to eat ( pasta if it’s relevant ), intended lowercase, lmk if i missed something!! 💕

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1121 words, ~8400 characters

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another tick of the imaginary clock in your head and you huffed once again, your fingers drumming on the wooden table. your eyes stayed glued to the steam rising into the air while the soft aroma of buttered noodles wafted in the air. your lips twitched into a small pout. from the window behind you, the dark night sky was accompanied by the moon as the almost blue light shone through the glass panes— therefore you knew that it was too late for cloud not to be home yet.

letting out another sigh, you let the defeated breath escape your lips whilst you mindlessly twirled the noodles around the metal fork. you couldn’t even bring yourself to take a bite anymore. looking back down at your plate, there remained no evidence of the food even being eaten, the bundle of pasta clumped together and now losing its heat as you had been sitting there for so long. usually, you’d sit beside cloud as you both ate dinner— and it wasn’t like he made so much of a difference, he usually just listened to you talk about your day while he slipped some responsive comments just as a way of letting you know he was listening. cloud always listened to you, even if he was silent.

your bottom lip stuck itself out with your pout as you decided you couldn’t even eat anymore. scooting the dining chair back, you couldn’t even cringe at the sound of the wooden legs screeching as they scraped against the hard floor. you stood upright and walked over to the cabinet, grabbing a plastic container and shutting the lid on it once you had emptied the remaining contents of your plate. you let yourself close your eyes with your head tilted back as you inhaled through your nose. you let the air fill you lungs until you couldn’t anymore. if cloud saw you now, he’d probably say something like, “what’re you sulking for?”, and that part made a small chuckle leave your lips. it was like you could hear his voice echo through your mind, his monotonous voice going ever so slightly softer when he was talking to you rather than when he was talking to wedge or barret— tifa and aerith never failed to tease you about it whenever you’d act confused when they brought it up.

grabbing the plate, you savored the warmth of the tupperware before opening the fridge and being hit with the bright fluorescent light of it. you placed the leftovers there before closing the fridge and being met face to face with the photos pinned on the stainless steel with magnets. it was littered with small polaroids of you annoying cloud. you smiled as you let your fingers graze the old pictures; some with cloud holding his hand up to the camera as he’s squinting from the flash, others where he’s straight out of the shower with his hair dripping and flat. then your eyes drift over to a newer one, a one with lots of colors. eyes narrowing at it until you realized it was you in the photo, candid as you looked up at the greenery of the botanical garden you had begged cloud to go to. you had a flower tucked behind your ear and cloud’s hand in your lap. he didn’t give himself much slack, he had always told you how he wasn’t much a photographer— yet every photo you’ve seen him take came out truly beautiful, even if you hadn’t been paying attention at all.

deciding you couldn’t handle anymore moping for the night, you decided to head to bed, each step feeling agonizing. you unceremoniously let yourself plop down on the bed as you went face first into the soft pillows, letting out a small groan in exasperation. your head turned to the side for some air, your eyes fixated on the curtains on your window nearby while the moonlight shone through it, the particles of the dust that you’ve been meaning to clean for days floating into the air into the rectangular shaped light.

you let out a sharp exhale through your teeth, before closing your eyes. another night without cloud in a cold bed, how fun. what’s one more night, though? you just kept telling yourself he was fine. cloud was tough, he was an ex-SOLDIER, after all— he could handle himself. you would feel his embrace soon enough. that’s all you could think of whilst you drifted off to sleep, the moonlight becoming darker and darker with your eyelids closing more and more.

and your thoughts couldn’t have manifested themself better, you thought, as your hand managed to snake around something warm around your midriff. your fingers twitched around the squishy feeling before you felt short, thin strands of hair. your eyes fluttered open before they drifted down to your abdomen, seeing an arm that you recognized the grip of all too well. your let your thumb rub across the protruding, linear muscles in cloud’s hand.

your head turned to the side and in your peripheral, you see the spiked chunks of cloud’s hair and his milky skin in your sideview. letting out a huff, your eyebrows furrowed while you turned back and faced forward, body almost shrugging his touch away. your vision could barely focus in front of you with how dark it was, but at least it wasn’t so cold anymore. you wouldn’t admit it now, especially as you were a little upset at him, but you were relieved he had come home in one piece.

you let out another tense sigh, before cloud mumbled against the nape of your neck, “i know.” your frown deepened as his voice sounded tired, you’ve never heard him sound so gentle— even when he’s talking to you.

“i’ve been away for a while, huh?” he asked, you could feel his lashes blink against you as they tickled your neck. you nodded slowly. you’ve been away too long, you thought. he exhaled deeply himself, his grip loosening a bit before you grabbed his arm and pressing it further against your middle. you let your hand run against his wrist, letting it dance along his skin as you swiped over his arm hair.

cloud’s eyes narrowed at the feeling before letting them close against you. if he couldn’t do anything to change your mind tonight, he’d just have to try harder in the morning.

“i’ve missed you.” you whispered.

he hummed softly, the gravel in his voice becoming thicker with the sleepier he got.

“you, too.” he said. that was the closest cloud’s gotten to saying i love you so far, but it’s alright. you didn’t mind— you’d give him all the time he needed.

𐙚 taglist ; @alieeelinn

𐙚 requests are closed — june ninth, 2024

[sephifrog]

Winter with them

Sephiroth

He runs hot so he sometimes doesn’t notice how cold it really is

He does wear the first-class turtle neck when he noticed people rugging up (he just wants to fit innnnnn)

He would buy you the nicest winter clothes that he can find some of them are ugly but his “it’s the most practical one I could find” warms your heart and you can’t say no to it

When he comes back to the flat and sheds his coat you rush for it and curl up in it on the couch and he can feel his heart stutter 

He would make a lot of roasts and just winter food

He would cuddle you if you two are alone but if Angeal or Genesis come over he’s on the other side of the couch, shooting you longing looks

I feel he needs a fan to sleep because he does run hot so you cuddle into his chest with the blanket up to your chin he has a few photos on his phone because he thinks you are adorable 

Would make you hot chocolate or coffee (or whatever hot drink you like) every morning 

If you get sick he’s a little stressed because soldiers don’t usually get sick and he’s never really been around a sick person he’s not overbearing but he checks up on you throughout the day and reads up on what to do if your partners sick

Watching the rain/snow together before you go to bed while you talk about your day

Cloud

Another person I feel runs hot but still needs to rug up

He used to cook with his mum a lot in winter so he gets a little bittersweet but he also loves making new memories with you

He makes sure your warm and have clothes for the winter but wouldn’t buy you more, he would offer you his “old” stuff

Thinks you look nice in his clothing

I feel he doesn’t like hot drinks but would enjoy soup so he would make you your drink of choice but a soup for himself 

The bed has two blankets because his heating is broken so you have a blanket each but you still somehow end up under his 

Has candid photos of you in the snow but denies ever taking them

He would hold your hand a lot “to keep warm”

You spend a lot of time at Seventh Heaven (because they have heat bsksjjs)

Zack

Man hates the cold

He’s a summer type of guy

He doesn’t like the restrictions of wearing winter clothing 

He does enjoy how you're more cuddly in winter so he guesses he’ll enjoy it from now on

Please don’t give him too many hot chocolates he’s addicted and can’t sit still if he has too many

He has the heat on really high so when he gets home he can defrost really quick

He loves clinging to you whenever he can man just wants to keep warm

He exercises even more in winter to keep warm and you have to question how he’s not dehydrated 

Would wear socks to bed only in winter though 

Once used a fire materia inside and almost lit the couch on fire because he didn’t want to wait for the heater to warm the house up (he forgot to turn it on in the morning and was dreading coming home that night)

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Character: Cloud Strife

Sample Size: 13,040 stories

Source: AO3

[bardic-tales]

Tumblr Games: Fan Fiction Edition: Last Line.

Thank you so much for the tag, @late-to-the-fandom. I really enjoyed your snippet you shared.

For myself, I have been bouncing between a few flash fiction drafts, trying to get an AU together for Whumptober between a few Final Fantasy characters (a good version of Sephiroth like we saw in Crisis Core and an sadistic Sephiroth like we see post Nibelheim Incident) and my fallen angel / nephilim OC (Bianca Moore). I'm using alternate timelines to do so.

Trigger Warnings: Dark themes, Fate, Implied violence

A few more black feathers blew through the air, tumbling gently over each other like leaves floating in an autumn breeze. Their darkness was an obvious contrast to the lightness of this manufactured world, a hidden life within a timeline. Those feathers were a symbol: a warning, a message that Bianca could run, but she could never escape her fate and destiny. Sephiroth was close.

Tagging:

@themaradwrites @residentdormouse @arrthurpendragon @megandaisy9 @asirensrage @prehistoric-creatures

and an open tag for anyone else who wishes to do this.

[cloudsmateria]

cloud strife x reader - new kitten!

summary: you surprise cloud with a kitten when he comes back from a mission, but of course, he hates cats.

this is so fluffy and omg i loved writing it it was so cute. look at this grump ass guy

(not proofread but i will proofread it tomorrow)

"I'm back." Cloud says as he comes in through the door, propping his sword up by the door. Bags are dropping from his eyes, so tired he doesn't notice your malicious grin as you come up to him wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him on the nose. 

"I missed you." You say, he flashes a smile of contentment as his arms go around your waist, pecking your forehead. 

"I missed you too." You pull away, leaving the kitten you hid behind his back on his shoulder. He hears a mew from his shoulder, tiredly turning to the noise. "Shit!" He shouts, jolting back, his back hitting the door as you quickly catch the kitten in your hands. "What is that?!"

"Kitten." You smile, lifting it up to his face as he presses himself against the door more, turning his head away. "It's so cute isn't it?"

"I leave you alone... For 2 days..." He breathes, closing his eyes.

"Correct, your leaving liberates me to make good choices."

"Maybe you're so taken by your despair that you don't think." He says slowly gathering the courage to face the kitten.

"You're cute." You push it against his face, as he cups his hand underneath it and sighs, looking at it in his hands. 

"I need a shower." He says, placing it on the bed and leaving. 

"You're not mad, right?" You ask, following him into the bathroom

"No, I'm just exhausted." He says, turning on the hot water.

"You're mad."

"Get out."

You frown, respecting his wishes and returning to the kitten, holding her close to your face. "At least I have you." By the time he's done, you're laying on the bed with the kitten on your chest as he comes out in his sweatpants and black shirt. "Cloud?"

He sighs and sits on the bed beside you, reluctantly moving to pet the cat with stiff, nervous hands. You feel relief wash over your chest as he tries his best. "You can't stay mad at me for long."

"I'm not mad."

"Then look at me."

He looks at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. "What's the deal with the cat anyway?"

"I found her in a box on the side of the road, she was basically crying with her mews. I couldn't leave her there."

"But why do you have to keep it here? Why can't you give her to Aerith?"

"Because I love cats, this is our daughter now. We're parents!" You grin, hugging her close.

"You're ridiculous." He scoffs, laying down on his back, you take this as an invitation to curl up next to him and place the kitten on his chest.

"I know you're scared of cats."

"That is not true."

"You were acting like I threw a grenade on you." You giggle, he strokes the kitten's head more comfortably this time.

"We have enough scars as it is." And I have enough things taking up my girlfriend's attention, he thinks.

"Don't worry, she's a good girl. I was hoping you'd help me name her. What do you think about Empress of Despair?" He bursts out laughing.

"What?" He laughs.

"General Machine Gun."

"Where do you even get these names from?"

"Supreme Commander of the Kittens."

"Please stop."

"I have more." You grin. "Why are you laughing?"

"You’re ridiculous." He grins, his laughs calming down as you sit up on his waist.

"Why don't you come up with one then?" He looks down at the kitten, trying to think of something.

"How about... Cosmo?"

"So we're just naming her after a cocktail? That's disappointing, Cloud."

"Fine, how about..." He sighs. "Aerith?"

You snort. "Oh yeah, totally didn't see that coming. She's not an Aerith, she's a Cloud."

"That's a weird name for a cat."

"Not if it's a girl cat."

"Are you saying I have a girl's name?"

"Well..."  You smile, he holds a hand over his heart as he groans in pain. 

"The pain of it all, the betrayal."

"You certainly act like one."

"Ugh!" He jolts as if he's been punched. "Take it back." He groans, writhing in his place as the poor kitten stares confused at the both of you. You pick her up, laughing at him and getting off of his waist to sit with her in your lap.

"I think Cloud suits her well. Fluffy and white like a Cloud. Like both Clouds." You stroke the kitten's head.

"Really? She's stolen my girlfriend, and my name?"

"I think you should earn my affection back." You tease.

"Or we can just give the cat to Aerith and I keep my girlfriend."

"You're going to let Aerith steal the love of my life?"

"Love of your life, huh?" He smiles, sitting up.

"Of course! This is my offspring."

"You've only had her for a day and you're already forgetting about me. Come on, I just got back from a long mission and this is how you neglect me?"

"These are the responsibility that comes with having kids, sweetheart."

"I see how it is. Well, I'm sure that cat will love to see the inside of an alleyway again." He jokes.

"Don't listen to him, Cloud. He's not taking you."

"You don't know that." He reaches for her but you move back, defensively. He sighs. "Are we really going to keep her?"

"Yes, you have no choice."

"Well, I suppose having a kid with you wouldn't be so bad." Your stomach flutters at the statement. He shakes his head and laughs again. "You've taken over my apartment, my free time, my money, my friends and my autonomy."

"That's how girlfriends work."

"Psychopathic girlfriends."

"Watch your mouth before I take your will to live too."

"Too late, you took that a long time ago."

"What happened to the guy who was always blushing around me?"

"He was weak and died." He says. "And you're the psychopath that killed him." You snort, the way he's loosened up around you in the past few months of you dating has been surprising, but a wonderful side to him, being the only person he's this comfortable around. "What do I have to do to win you back?" He asks.

"1,000 gil." He laughs again. "Anything else?"

"A kiss."

"I'm not kissing a psychopath." 

"Unfortunately," You smile, leaning over his face. "I've taken away your autonomy." He leans up to peck your lips, taking the cat out of your hands and sitting up. "Cloud Strife." You say seriously.

"Mhm." He hums, stroking the cat.

"Do you love me?"

"No." He says simply, still petting the kitten.

"So when you told me before the mission started that you loved me, that was a lie?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And when we-"

"Yes." He says, nodding his head, the serious expression on his face making it hard for you to keep a straight face.

"You're so mean."

"You were just going to try get more money out of me, which is ridiculous when I've just let you keep this kitten."

"You're admitting she's staying?"

He scoops the kitten up, holding her against his face. "If we're keeping her, she's sleeping on the floor."

"Poor General Grievous." He laughs again, this time there's a knock on the door. 

"Come in."

Tifa walks in, her arms crossed. "What is going on in here? I don't think I've ever heard Cloud laugh in my life. It's terrifying. Y/n, what did you do to him?"

"This. This is what she did to me." Tifa sees the kitten in his hands, gasping, running over and grabbing her out of his hands. Followed by a series of repeated 'oh my gods' 'aww' 'she's so cute!'. You shake your head at Cloud. 

"You've only had her 10 minutes and you've already let her get kidnapped."

"All part of the plan."

"What did you name her? Oh, she's so precious. She looks just like Fluffy did."

"Y/n's stuck between General Grievous and Cloud Strife."

"You're terrible."

"A good one just came to me! Buster!" Cloud said.

"Yes!" Tifa shouted. 

"Fenrir!"

"No!"

"Okay, okay, how about General Nefarious," Cloud said, mimicking you.

"That's worse!" You say, throwing a pillow at his face.

"Buster. A good name for a kitten with two badass parents with two badass aunties." Tifa smiled.

"To clear it up, Cloud's a mommy and I'm a daddy and we're raising her to be the greatest kitten, no, creature in the universe." Cloud gave you a look of disgust, Tifa giggling as she played with the kitten. 

"I can't believe you didn't tell me right away."

"If you like her that much, you can have her." Cloud said.

"Cloud!"

"That offer still stands." He mouths to Tifa, she smiles and puts Buster back on his lap.

"Well, I have work tomorrow so you can figure that out among yourselves. See you later, mommy." She said, kissing the kitten on the head and making her leave.

"This is what I get for letting her come in. She calls me mommy. I can't imagine how you could make my life any worse." 

"I'll find a way, starting with letting you get some rest." You say, flipping the lights off, picking Buster up and going to put her in a makeshift box in the corner, made out of a box you found her in and blankets. You lay down beside him, and he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against him, nuzzling into your neck.

"I hate you so much." He murmurs, kissing your neck, making your skin tingle.

"Oh really?"

"My girlfriend is the most annoying person in the world. It's not my fault."

"I'm going to make your life miserable."

"I've heard."

 You roll your eyes, kissing him one final time. "Goodnight."

"Night."

"I love you."

"Liar."

...

The next morning, you wake up and see Cloud with Buster snoring on his chest and a hand cradling her back…

Maybe he does like cats.

a/n: this is kind of shit but it was such a fun fic to write

[lucky-ladybugs-lovelies]

Watching the wonderful Advent Children this morning, I was hit by something absolutely heartbreaking and devastating. This famous exchange between Sephiroth and Cloud inspired the train of thought:

Sephiroth: Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away.

Cloud: I pity you. You just don’t get it at all. There’s nothing in this world I don’t cherish!

But … the sane Sephiroth did get it. He knew what it was to love. He had people he cared about very deeply. They all left him.

When he lost his mind at Nibelheim, no one fought for him. No one tried to get him back. No one believed it was even possible. Zack at least acknowledged something was horribly wrong when he said, “No! You’re not the Sephiroth I knew!” But then, as near as I can tell, he didn’t fight for Sephiroth either. He just “accepted” Sephiroth was a lost cause.

(In Zack’s defense, he’d struggled so hard to get Angeal back and couldn’t. After seeing what happened to both Angeal and Genesis, seeing Sephiroth fall too was probably the final blow and he just lost hope.)

Now, I would like to think that Zack did at least try. During their fight in Crisis Core, you’re actually playing it out, so there’s no talking between them. (I don’t think? I haven’t got that far and I’m dreading it for sure.) But during the actual fight as it would have happened, I want to believe he did try. It would frankly be OOC for Zack not to try, when he never stopped fighting for Angeal.

However, regardless of what one wants to headcanon in there, as far as actual canon shows us, everyone gave up on Sephiroth.

And honestly? I believe that if someone really did fight and fight and fight for him, as shown in @prismaticpichu ’s amazing fic Candle in the Rain , they could have saved him. Sephiroth kept it together far better than Angeal or Genesis did, and yet in the end he fell harder than they did. But he was shown to have loved deeply and desperately. I feel like he needed love more than they did because of his horrible upbringing. He was love starved. That was likely a lot of why Jenova was able to get her claws in him so much; she was filling that void of the lack of parental love that he wanted and needed. And I fully believe real, true love could have reached him and broken that hold.

But no one gave him that chance.