#aerith gainsborough imagine

[zeroth-writes]

Verbal -Aerith Gainsborough-

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Prompt:  Hi, to specify the Aerith x mute!reader scenario request, I was thinking that while cuddling in bed, the reader speaks for the first time, saying “I love you” and then Aerith’s reaction

Pairing: Aerith Gainsborough x Mute!Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 440

Even before you began dating Aerith knew about you being mute.

She told you it didn’t bother her, and over the months of being together the two of you had come up with a way of communicating, just for yourself. The communication between you too was useful, especially whenever she expressed her love for you.

Over time the ancient became extremely vocal about her feelings towards you, yet you could only smile and nod long. You tried writing her a letter, explaining just how happy and loved she make you feel, and how you hope you do that same for her.

As her green eyes past over the words and read threw her lips, you could see joyful tears weld up in her eyes. Once she read the final word her arms instantly wrapped around your neck.

“I’m glad you feel the same” Her soft voice whispered in your ear.

Over the next several weeks you found her continuing to read the words your wrote her.

Over the next several weeks the words you wrote began to lose the value it once had. Her smile slowly fades over time and you begin again the cycle of you wishing you could say more.

At night, right before turning off the lights for bed, She would tell you. “I love you.” You would sign in return, which caused her to giggle and smile before everything went dark.

As you lay in the dark your mind goes back to just a few moments ago. To the look of sadness in Aerith’s eyes just before she looks away from you.

You pause for a moment before tapping the brunette‘s shoulder. She turned to look at you in confusion. A chuckle left your lips at her reaction before you opened your arms.

Aerith instantly knew what you wanted and snuggled into your chest. Her ear placed on top of your heart as she listens to the sound of your tranquil heartbeat. The calming sound is almost enjoy to lull her to sleep.

“I love you”

Her head jumped up, eyes widen as she looked at you with fear on her face. Almost afraid that the words were simply her imagination.

Your free hand reached up to cup her jaw as your thumb traced an invisible pattern on her flushed cheek

“I love you, Aerith.”

Her face lit up as the words once again escaped you. She watched as your lips spoke every syllable. A soft smile spread across her lips as your love repeats itself inside her head.

She leaned down to place a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips

“I love you too.”

[waifujuju]

What if Cloud unconsciously mimicked Avalanche?

[valentimmy]

vii

[geekynerfherder]

'Aerith Gainsborough' by Miguel Mercado.

[poritora]

Final fantasy 7 except Aerith and Sephiroth peak siblingism🔥🔥🔥

[cloudjr]

‘tease.’ || ffvii

scenario: how they react to you teasing them.

characters: cloud, tifa, aerith

contents: a lot of blushing, flirting, fluff

CLOUD STRIFE

the group was taking a brief break from travelling to stretch their legs. cloud thought to use this time to walk around, preferably by himself.

when he feels something on his hair, he instinctively turns to see what it is, prepared to wield his blade. he's surprised to see you standing in front of him, looking a bit taken back at his sudden movement, but immediately going back to touch his hair.

he closes his eyes and lets out a small sigh, both in relief and slight annoyance.

"your hair," is all you say as you knead strands between your fingers.

"yes," cloud opens his eyes with what he hopes is a neutral face, "what about my hair?" he asks, and you pull your hand back.

"how do you keep it like this all the time?" you don’t look him directly in the eyes when you speak, keeping your eyes on the blonde's hair with a curious gaze.

cloud merely furrows his brows at the sudden attention before looking away and shrugging. when he looks back momentarily, you're much closer than before and back to touching his hair, making comments cloud doesn’t even bother acknowledging anymore.

cloud interrupts your comments with his own, gently pushing your hand away from his head.

"sorry, i don't really do anything to it." cloud gives you a deadpan look, and you put your hands up immediately in defense.

“hey, i never said it was bad thing,” you grin at cloud's utterly confused stare. "it just amazes me how it always just... stays in that shape?"

"what?" is all cloud can get out, confused by your words.

"i mean, a lot of people take their time to make themselves look this good, but all you do is wake up and you look,” you let a smirk pass over your lips and give cloud a quick once over that makes his heart jump at the sudden action. "effortlessly handsome." you finally finish.

you lift a hand to brush some hair away from his face, and cloud has no words as he feels his pulse quicken at the feeling of your fingers brushing against his forehead to pull his hair away.

he can feel a heat climbing up the back of his neck to reach his face, and your smile widens a bit before giving cloud a wink, leaving and making your way to the others.

it takes everything cloud has in him not to crumple to the ground in a flustered mess.

TIFA LOCKHART

you circle each other tentatively, both watching each other strategically.

tifa opens with a jab towards your midriff. you manage to avoid the attack, spinning round into a kick, which tifa dodges with ease.

you continue to spar for the next several minutes, moving in some kind of dance of space and awareness and strikes forceful enough to hurt, but careful enough to not bruise.

tifa notices as you carry a small smile, face a little flushed and sweat sticking a few strands of hair to your forehead and she could trace, with her eyes, the lines of your arms and the dip between your collarbones and the smooth skin of your shoulders.

"staring, lockhart?" you questioned, a small smirk on your face, and tifa felt herself flush.

"um, n-no. just... looking for an advantage."

you raised an eyebrow. "worried i'll beat you?"

"well, uh..." was what came out instead, clearly thrown off by your teasing comments, nearly as embarrassing as her last excuse.

you grin, directing a spinning kick straight at tifa's ribs. this time, the hit makes contact, knocking her fully off-balance.

still slightly dazed, tifa forgets sparring etiquette and reaches out thoughtlessly, grabbing onto you to try and right herself, but your centre of gravity was still off from the kick, and you both ended up falling to the ground.

tifa doesn't breathe. part of that being because you had just landed on top of her, physically knocking the breath from her lungs, but mostly because you had just landed on top of her, bodies pressed together, your face against her neck.

you quickly push yourself up on your forearms, taking a little of your weight off tifa.

you stare at her for a second with a look in your eyes she can’t quite decipher yet. tifa's breath hitches when she sees your eyes flicker to her lips, gaze lingering on them for a while.

"pretty," you whisper, lowly, as your face unconsciously moves closer to hers, and in that exact moment, her brain stops working.

around you there was complete silence, with your breaths and the subtle sound of your heartbeats being the only sounds heard.

tifa's eyelids close slowly when she feels you lean in towards her. she shudders as she feels your nose brush hers.

it isn't until she feels you turn her head slightly and peck her on the cheek, that she opens her eyes, staring at you, an expression filled with confusion and desperation.

"i'd rather kiss you when i'm not covered in sweat and gross," you say, getting up and bringing tifa's hand up, placing a soft kiss against her knuckles. "for now, this'll have to do." you say simply, offering a cheeky smile before heading back and leaving a bemused tifa by herself.

AERITH GAINSBOROUGH

it's late in the evening when there's a rhythmic knock at the door, and you can instantly tell who it is.

"come in, aerith." you smile softly at the brunette as she walks into the room, humming a tune you don't particularly recognise.

aerith shuffles to where you sit and stands there for a second. you notice how her hair was down, no accessories or anything tying it up, and your heart flutters at how beautiful she managed to look at any given moment.

"can you braid my hair?" she asks, a pout on her lips as you raise an eyebrow. "pretty please?"

you look down and see a brush and hair ties in her hand, along with her signature bow wrapped around her wrist, and you can't help but titter at how prepared she was.

her hair is damp—she must’ve just gotten out of the shower—and she wears a white t-shirt paired with light pink shorts.

she looked to be ready for bed, you realise. her eyes look tired.

"of course," you stand up and go to turn on the bedroom light as aerith sits down, clapping her hands in rejoice.

you walk back over to aerith, who was setting down the hairbrush on the vanity desk. you stand directly behind her and begin the braiding process.

"you better make me look cute when it's done!” aerith teases, earning a soft snicker from you.

"you don't have to worry about that. you always look cute," you say, and aerith's smile only grows wider as she nudges you, calling you "such a flirt".

you take the brush in one hand and some of aerith’s hair in the other. you begin gliding it through the damp locks, weary to avoid pulling it. you delicately brush out the knots and begin sectioning the hair off.

as you start to braid her hair, you notice how aerith stared straight into the mirror, seemingly not at herself, but at you.

you decide to do some teasing of your own this time.

"so," you speak, snapping the brunette out of her trance. "why'd you decide to have me braid your hair tonight?"

she blinks a little bit, internally debating on what to tell you, then smiles brightly. "just wanted a reason to spend time with you." she says, confidently.

you feel a warm feeling creep from your neck to your cheeks, and it doesn't go unnoticed by aerith, and you can't help but feel slightly defeated.

"aww, did i make you blush?"

"shut up."

now, you're determined to get her back.

a few minutes pass of the both of you just talking as you continue to work your fingers through her hair, and you run a single finger down the complete braid when you finally finish.

"there," you hum, sliding your hands down to cup her face in your hands, tipping her head back so she’s forced to look up at you. "all done, pretty girl."

if it weren’t for the way your palms were pressed to her cheeks, you wouldn’t have been able to catch her reaction.

but since they were, you get the experience of feeling her face heat up beneath your hands by the second, and you can’t help the smile that finds its way to your lips.

"aww, did i make you blush?" you coo, a laugh bubbling out of you as aerith attempts to bury her face in her palms.

you move in front of her and kneel down to gently take her hands off of her face, giggling at her now red-tinted face. "do you like it when i call you that, my pretty girl?" you tease further, enjoying her reaction.

"mhm," she nods without hesitation, arms wrapping around your neck, a wide grin stretches across her lips. "definitely."

"good." you mirror her smile as she leans in to give you a toothy kiss.

[emblazons]

So I already pointed out that the Aerith "No Promises to Keep" song was emulating The Greatest Showman for the performance and high affection!Clerith aspect (likely because Loren Allred sings both)—

but what I didn't realize until I watched the TGS scene is that they pulled both romance options from it...only the high affection!Cloti scene handhold was inspired by Zac Efron & Zendaya's characters.

...honestly I'm not surprised, just amused they used so much from one place. This feels like finding all the parallels to Game of Thrones shots in FFXVI lmaooo

[priceofreedom]

When you’re a flirt, but she is too 😎

[accala]

Aerith and Zack (in the lifestream) definitely made themselves the honorary aunt and uncle after Cloud got a kid.

[catboyidia]

assigning a valentines day gift to some of my ffvii ships:

zakkura: cute heart shaped candy and zack gives cloud silly (strange) little valentines cards

asg: matching rings that have each of their initials engraved on the inside/their birthstones/something that uniquely reminds them of each other or represents each of them

aerti: hand picked flowers and the cutest matching necklaces/bracelets

tsengru: an extremely expensive but very romantic dinner date

tuestine: traditional chocolates with a large bouquet of red roses, and reeve gives vincent a little red cat plushie

renorude: also silly little valentines cards (except extremely graphic 18+ nsfw edition) and a surprisingly sweet, heartfelt and serious talk after (to make up for the “joke” gift)

[atelier-melvalda]

The most fashionable queens of Midgar🌸✨💕

[ihave-83-protons]

AU where Aerith has a cute little southern accent and says stuff like "sugar," "honey," and "darlin'"

[caeca-iustitia]

@phantasiiae from here

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“Aye,” came an affirmative, a wry smile twisting pale lips, “Pleased to meet you again, Miss Gainsborough…”

Morticia- Vincent- would shake her head now and sigh before looking away. The questions felt uncomfortable and it puzzled her as to why. Maybe it was pity for this poor girl who had not asked to be thrown into these endless cycles and chewed like the toy of an overly excited dog.

As the poor girl trembled and shook, she shifted close enough to gently lay a small yet surprisingly warm hand on the other's knee. Something akin to the affection one's older sibling may provide when life is going poorly. 

Present but not overwhelming.

A reminder that she is no longer alone.

“The me of this iteration does not yet know of the cycles and will not for some time,” Morticia reveals softly, “They will be… aggressive and hostile at first in a way that may cause you all harm. If what I have seen is true then you may need to beat some sense into me… literally.”

A small hint that there lay a battle ahead that could hurt someone quite seriously.

While Morticia may be unable to prevent it from happening entirely, since the Planet was who dictated where she appeared and did not, she could at least forewarn someone who could see her. That battle would not be an easy one and she would rather be punished later for revealing something she should not than leave them to wander merrily to their possible deaths at the claws of Galian and Chaos.

“I am simply a fraction of one that came before,” she says with a shake of her head now, retracting her hand slowly, “One that failed to repair what you now seek to. I cannot recall how many cycles it has been since my own… innumerable I would wager.”

She sighs and shakes her head again as if dislodging cobwebs from the recesses of her mind.

“You are a strong young lady, Aerith,” she says quietly, sending the other a soft smile, “Stronger than I for certain. You have endured much and will have to endure more still. This cycle of seemingly unending torment will reach its finale one day but that day is not yet upon us.”

She hums and tilts her head back, staring at the white ceiling of the cell with contempt.

“My presence here is no mistake,” came her quiet voice, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, “I demanded to be sent here in place of another version of you. I thought the memories of that past life may be too much after being brought back to this place. Besides, that version of you is busy right now. Busy trying to appeal to what shards remain of Sephiroth within that body that is not his own. It is not a fight, not yet, but a negotiation or plea. She is unaware that nothing remains of that child in there… his true self lies far beyond where she can reach… he is safe there, at least.”

Morticia chuckles humourlessly.

“So you must bear with my presence a while longer. I am unsure how long, exactly, but it may be a bit longer than you or I wish,” she says, looking back at Aerith, “How are you holding up? I know that these seemingly unending cycles can be incredibly mentally taxing…”

[geekynerfherder]

'Final Fantasy VII: Aerith Gainsborough' by Christian Angel.

[jikanet-tanaka]

Writing a FFVII gen fic about Cid and Aerith's developing friendship (because the original game didn't spend too much time on Aerith verbally bitchslapping him whenever he's being a douche, and that's a shame), and now I just remembered how fun it is to write a grumpy, foul-mouthed asshole. Why, it comes almost naturally.

... meanwhile, I swear so rarely in real life that my friends are all Pikachu Face whenever I do let out a curse.

[midna-chavelink]

As per tradition every year I draw my little baby sister with Aerith. I’m a little late but I remember to do it at least. This year she turns 4. She is mighty big and loves Mario, it’s very cute. The pose is based on me and my sister attempting to do the heart thing with our hands since she asked me to show her how to do it. Went as well as the drawing shows.