#aerith's oc asks

[aeriscallanga]

𝓑𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼

Send me a random emoji and I'll share some "tea" about my OC(s) without dropping their name(s). You can share yours as well but remember, 𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 🤫

Warning: it may contains health issues, third-party involvement, sexuality, substance use, and other personal information.

𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗼 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁

𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀: || @ocappreciation || @ocappreciationtag || @foxesandmagic || @arrthurpendragon || @jemmalynette || @deliahscrush2003 || @carmens-garden || @megandaisy9 || @multifandomfix || @impales || @fiction-is-life || @moonrainbowfish || @needsmth || @stingrayextraordinaire || @oceanblueeyesoul || @literaturewithliz || @diorgirl444 || @gayandfairycore || @ourbonesmccoy || @virginia-peters || @fuckitup-in-style || @mysticmeadows || @howlruto || @moonlight-yuyu || @ppoppokari || @x0x0josephinex0x0 || @ihavenothingtodo10220 || @disneymbti ||

[aeriscallanga]

OC + their emojis can be found here

𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀: @ocappreciationtag || @foxesandmagic || @arrthurpendragon || @jemmalynette || @deliahscrush2003 || @megandaisy9 || @multifandomfix || @impales || @fiction-is-life || @the-second-tonks || @tada-lol || @moonrainbowfish || @needsmth || @stingrayextraordinaire || @oceanblueeyesoul || @literaturewithliz || @diorgirl444 || @gayandfairycore || @ourbonesmccoy || @virginia-peters || @fuckitup-in-style || @mysticmeadows || @howlruto || @moonlight-yuyu || @ppoppokari || @x0x0josephinex0x0 || @ihavenothingtodo10220 || @weatheredcoffeecup || @disneymbti ||

details about ocs!

send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

[catboygirljoker]

new lamia dropping????

ya im hoping to participate in khoc week :]!! good opportunity to draw him in contexts i might not otherwise, and draw other characters who are important to him besdies That Old Man

[secondarysefikura]

Back when he was still with Shinra Sephiroth used to secretly write fanfiction about himself. All of it was basically him having a normal life with his friends Angeal and Genesis, and of course his mother Jenova. It was pretty well received by those who read them, but even if they weren’t Sephiroth just enjoyed writing them. Years later after returning from the lifestream yet again Sephiroth decides for old time’s sake to write again. And while people are happy that NormalHuman7777 had returned they’re all also very confused because their stories have now drastically changed. Their new stories are no longer about the late general in a normal and domestic setting, but now their about him becoming a god? And Sephiroth’s mother is also now an alien? Where’s Angeal and Genesis, they used to have huge roles in the stories, but they’re not even so much as mentioned. Also who’s this Cloud person the author keeps shipping with Sephiroth? Every new story now has Cloud in it and the author spends paragraphs detailing everything involving Cloud, talking about how beautiful he is, and how much Sephiroth wants him, and they always get together at the end if not sooner. Is he a self insert? Also the author really hates their OCs Tifa and Aerith, always having the two die in the most horrific ways.

You know what would make this all so much funnier? If young Cloud was a fan of NormalHuman7777's works. Perhaps he even had a bit of a friendship with NormalHuman7777, with the two messaging from time to time and bouncing ideas off each other.

When Sephiroth starts writing again, Cloud gets a little notification about the new fic. He decides that even though he has no interest in reading Sephiroth fanfiction anymore, he may as well comment on the fic for old time's sake. Except when he goes to the comments, people are asking about this new Cloud character and this whole "God" plotline.

Sephiroth's fanfic: Cloud leaned his head back, exposing his neck to his god in a sign of submission. He looked even more beautiful than normal as his mouth parted just enough for his tongue to dart across his chapped lips. As Sephiroth reached out and touched Cloud's neck, the blonde's throat bobbed in nervous anticipation. A rather feminine looking man, it was nearly impossible to see or notice Cloud's adam's apple. Still, the faint bulge of Cloud's adam's apple felt devine under Sephiroth's thumb, and Sephiroth pushed harder to feel the cartilage better.

"Beautiful," Sephiroth praised.

Cloud's eyes fluttered shut with content pride as his god praised him. He felt stupid for ever opposing the great god and for trying to hide from Jenova's warm embrace.

"I know," Sephiroth said, sensing the distress that washed over precious doll as memories of those horrid women came back to him, "but now you are exactly where you belong, and you will never leave me again. We will be together forever--a god and his most cherished possession--and there is nothing those fools can ever do to change that."

"Sephiroth, please," Cloud begged, leaning further into Sephiroth's touch, "please fuck me. I want to be one with you in everyway. I need you inside of me!"

Cloud: What the actual fuck.

[lunarianebula872]

some @aimeelouart Calamity Zack being a dad as he helps a little bby Cloud from a bad dream and gets called Baba or what the little one is trying to say is dada since this baby is probably going to grow up being raised by Calamity Zack with little Aerith and the other Clouds as siblings, I guess we can say Calamity Zack is more like a papa fenrir who loves and protects his pups because none of them will be allowed to be harmed [along the fact his Aerith has to reign him in especially after when Kitsune Cloud got stung by a jellyfish which made Calamity Zack go papa fenrir mode]

Now people probably have noticed how I've slowed down on here and it's because of family stuff and being busy so I have gotten a little rusty with my art/chibis

[Don't mind the pun to much lol] Anyways decided to draw my miqo'te [ff14 cat girl] Xenoah Rulitora who in the ff7 universe loses her ears and tail [I've also been asked if miqo'tes purr since they are humans with cat traits so they probably could but we just don't hear them, so if she interacts with anyone in Shinra or anything they would probably be like "wtf you can purr?!" And she'll probably give an "oh shit" face lol]

Oh yeah I did a sketch of Aimee's icon/avatar/oc while testing out styles so here's an added gift

Along with her chatting with Xenoah about things.

Here's how she looks in FFXIV/FF14 if anyone is curious [it's hard to see but she is wearing glasses and irl me also wears glasses due to eye sight issues, left eye being unable to see far away and my right eye unable to see things up close which can cause massive strain to my eyes and give me migraines] she is a black mage [however I can see the jacket being something Genesis might wear but probably not to often since it's black but it does have red in it so maybe with the colors Red and gold would suit better if he wore this jacket and shirt lol]

Anyways I rambled on to long lol anyways enjoy the doodles and my miqo'te gal [who has black fur so does this mean she's a void?]

[lime-sketches114]

Reblogging this bc it needs more love 💕

I'd love to tell you guys about my original OCS :3

Please keep requests decent and to a minimum plz~

Ok ok I have decided to open back up my requests to do Final Fantasy requests due to Rebirth coming out recently. I will open up to other fandoms but most likely just a few (don't wanna overwhelm myself again)

I will have rules for this bc I don't like doing REALLY nasty stuff. I see enough as is... besides it's fun seeing wholesome lovey dovey bs or a good fight every once in a while.

Below will be the rules and fandoms and feel free to give me prompts/ prompt ideas as long as they're not complicated. I also do headcanons. I also listed my Original story characters below and what race they are. I'd be SO HAPPY if you guys would get excited for em.

REQUESTS & RULES

Rules

Be nice and don't come after me if your prompt/request is not finished within the timeframe you thought it'll be done. Just be patient.

No nasty prompts! Keep it to very minimum. I will do blood, weapons, fights etc etc. no gore unless it's like a severed arm in a fight or something idk. I will do just about any gender/sexuality (within reason, no complicated ones)

Keep your requests to one or two at a time. Don't spam me with a lot of ideas. I know you're excited but also tell me WHO you want so it's also easier.

I'll do characters as long as it's APPROPRIATE. Some of these characters are/maybe are under age/close to 18 yo. Only wholesome like for them (no nasty, fights/sparring are an exception.) Under age/close to 18 and questionable characters that I've listed are marked by this color

I will do request for my own OCs too. Either with other characters or a headcanon to get to know them better. I'll put the people in mostly ship them with in the list to give a jump off. OCs are this color

I'm giving a small list BUT I have a link to my introduction post so you know what fandoms I'm mostly into/I know if you have a different request.

Below are the Request characters I can do. Feel free to ask about my ocs/original stories if you want. I also linked my introduction post. Please Like and Share!

Requests

Final Fantasy

FF7 (ages as of remake/rebirth)

Cloud

Aerith

Tifa

Barret

Red 13

Yuffie

Vincent

Sephiroth

Zack

Angeal

Genesis

Cid

Andrea Rhodea (yas queen)

Madam M

Chocobo Sam

Kait Sith

Raven Fujiwara (around age 30 as of FF7 RM/RB)

Seraphina (Seri) (younger sister to Sephiroth by blood relation, above age 21 as of FF7 RM/RB) (Is 7 years younger than Sephiroth)

FFXV

Noctis

Prompto

Ignis

Gladio

Cindy

Aranea

Luna

Ravus

Ardyn

Cor

(I don't necessarily have a lot of specific OCS for FFXV but I mostly use my common OCS)

Weiss (Ardyn's daughter I made, is over 21 yo, this version is if she was freed before Noctis' birth/around when Ardyn was freed)

Kingdom Hearts

(most of these characters are canonically under aged/below 18 so this area is a bit iffy) (mostly basing age off as of KH3)

Sora

Kairi

Riku (he is 18 as of KH3 from my research)

Aqua

Ventus

Terra

Org 13 (Xion and Roxas)

Luxu (within the game he is in he seems to be around 18 ish but eh idk)

MoM

Foretellers (in the same boat as Luxu, idk going off looks)

Vanitas

Ansem SOD

Ansem the Wise

Xehanort (depends on which)

Eraqus (depends on which)

Below are characters in Golden Hearts and Silver Stars Story

Katherine Hearts (is 18 as of KH3, is a guardian Keyblade wielder) (Braig/Xigbar is her dad)

Ayla Hearts (is the mother of Katherine and Neon Hearts) (is from the age of fairytales, same boat as Luxu but not the body stealing part) (from a different world)

Neon Hearts (is 25+ like Isa and Lea) (is a Keyblade wielder and is a special case)

The Guiding Stars (most are of age but I'll list names and mark accordingly) (Mystral, Sten, Zolt, Eira, Nina)

Below is the OCs for the story KH: Rewritten

Venus (is not a part of the Hearts' story) (is from the age of Fairytales) (Keyblade Wielder and knows potion making) (was a part of the Unicornis Union and liked Luxu, she soon time traveled to Radiant Gardens where she met Braig) (Chosen Dandelion)

Poppy (Venus' BFF) (A part of Vulpes Union, a Keyblade Wielder) (also got time traveled to Scala Ad Caelum, met Eraqus and Xehanort, now resides with Eraqus as his partner) (Dandelion)

Juno (is a boy) (Venus and Poppy's friend) (Anguis union member, Keyblade wielder) (got time traveled to the time before Xehanort's birth/when Scala ad Caelum was new???) (maybe he's Xehanort's father who knows~) (Not a Dandelion)

★★★★★★★

Last Pegasus (My Comic)

This is mostly OC territory BUT I am making a comic for them. It should be out by summer (I hope...) (I also use these guys as my normal OCs bc I love them so much.) Feel free to ask about the races too. I'd be happy to explain. I'm also happy to explain Guardians too.

I have listed who is under age but mostly everyone is over 20+ unless otherwise. Not all are listed bc they're either OCs I need to work on OR don't have names but have ideas for em.

Races: Yoitzens, Scavens, Al'bineans, Sirens, Drakens

Katerina Wolfe (middle child, Twin of Flash) (next in line to be the Guardian of Freedom)

Flash Wolfe (aka Felix) (we all know this MF hehehe) (next in line for Guardian of Power) (shape shifts)

Terri Wolfe (engaged) (2nd oldest) (next in line for Guardian of Bravery)

Ally Wolfe-Cornelius (is married) (first born) (next in line for Guardian of Protection)

Ava Wolfe (youngest, has no tattoo) (unknown future)

Gavin Pravus (adopted brother to Wolfe fam) (3rd oldest) (next in line for Guardian of Balance but since is Uncle is Banished he has to figure out on his own)

Daphnes Wolfe (husband to Marina, father of Wolfe fam) (King of Yoitz)

Marina Wolfe (wife to Daphnes, mother of Wolfe fam) (Queen of Yoitz)

Laurence Wolfe (uncle, brother of Daphnes) (Guardian of Freedom, Leader)

Viktor Cornelius (Ally's husband)

Atla (Laurence's wife) (Guardian of Bravery)

Julius (Guardian of Protection and a Military officer of his country)

Ma'ato (Guardian of Power and protector of dragons)

Athena (Guardian of Knowledge, deceased)

Leonardo Pravus (Guardian of Balance, The Beast, Uncle to Gavin, Banished)

Scarlett Harrison (Flash's BFF, is a sky draken from the southern island of Furor) (she also has a family of brothers with her mom and dad) (she middle child)

Reynard (6 tailed Fox, Messenger God, Husband to Azura) (was once mortal) (acts like an uncle to the Wolfe fam)

Celene (Terri's fiance)

Forrest, Du'Fous(Doofus), and Roc (Flash's Friends and members of the Black Fangs)

Azura (Goddess of Memories, loves to rhyme) (lives near the Tree of Songs) (Guardian goddess of the Tree of Songs)

Morgana (Goddess of Dark Magic, whereabouts unknown)

Titania (Fae mother, Goddess of Light magic) (whereabouts unknown)

Modig the Gryffin (Guardian Deity of the Amber of Bravery, Golden Gryffin)

Cordelia the Siren Mother (Guardian Deity of the Sapphire of Protection)

Zergos the Elder Dragon (Guardian Deity of the Ruby of Power, in deep slumber)

Pharos the Great Phoenix Mage (Guardian Deity of the Emerald of Knowledge)

Unera the Great Mother (Goddess of Magic and Unity, asleep in the Tree of Songs in the Oasis)

Byrus the Great Beast (God of Creation and Destruction, asleep as a Statue in the Beast's Grotto, location unknown)

Faaldir the Wandering Wolf (the Wanderer God) (Grandfather of Urion and Faafnir) (Giant Grey wolf)

Urion (Wolf partner of Kat, Twin of Faafnir) (Grandson of Faaldir) (large Snowy Grey wolf)

Faafnir (walf partner of Flash, Twin of Urion) (Grandson of Faaldir) (reddish black wolf)

[shooting-star-hearts]

♡•Glitter For Skin•♡

✰ • 𝓟𝓐𝓘𝓡𝓘𝓝𝓖 ⇢ Cloud Strife/OC(Astrid Lovelyn) ✰ • 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓜𝓔𝓢 ⇢ Fluff/comfort, Angst ✰• 𝓝𝓞𝓣𝓔𝓢 ⇢ Considering that this is oc x canon there will be...some things I changed that differ from canon ff7, such as Highwind scene...yeah I was a bit scared to add that one in sooooo no hate please? Thank you. Also I have horrible writing so I apologize for having to go through this if you choose do so 🥲 Anyhow...I wrote up this fic because it's been three years I've had this lil ship so...Happy Anniversary Cloustrid 💖(I'll also tag as x reader for anyone that wants to use as inspiration I'll allow it) ✰ • 𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢 ⇢ Heartaches, Mention of a cut/blood, Suggestive at some point(implied nsfw) nothing explicit but do be mindful that this is 16+, no proofread(?), Cloud is a bit...ooc I think, he talks a little more than usual

Now playing - golden hour by JVKE

“Ouch!”

As a reflex, the paper flew from her grasp and was gently curled over the thin cut.  Her thumb soothed over the little red slit with her brows furrowing slightly; the cut was small but admittingly it did cause a bit of an annoyance to her finger. 

“Astrid~”

Tifa’s voice was followed by the jingling of the bells over the door, signaling someone’s entrance in the bakery. Astrid’s eyes left from her cut momentarily to flash a smile at her.

“Hey Ti! Closed up early?” 

“Mhm…You alright?” The dark-haired woman made her way around the counter, her eyes followed down at Astrid’s finger.

“A-ah- yeah! Just a paper cut! Hang on..” Astrid didn’t want to further concern Tifa. She opened up one of the cabinet doors under the counter, shuffling around items in search of band-aids. 

Tifa was already ahead of knowing what she needed.  “Need band-aids? I believe there’s some upstairs” “Actually that won’t be necessary, I’ll deal with it late-”

Before Astrid could reply, she heard the bells ring again and the door closing. Chuckling, she smiled at how sweet Tifa was being despite the case not being serious.

. . . . .

“How was business today? I’m guessing busy telling from how they were visiting my bakery immediately afterwards~”

“You bet!” Tifa wrapped a small, thin band-aid around Astrid’s ring finger. 

Evening on a weekend, perfect for when these two want to hang out after their shorter shifts. It had been two years and a half since Astrid’s official opening to her bakery, Promised Land, and since then she had been extremely happy over the fact that both her and Tifa’s business had brought them closer.

“You weren’t too overwhelmed I hope?”

“Tifa…you’re asking as if this is the first time I’ve dealt with a large crowd!” She laughed. 

“I know you’re capable but…being how you’re the only one working for yourself…you know you could always ask Fiona to help out, right?”

“I know! But you two seem s~o happy together even when you’re working! I can’t take that away~” The brunette shot a friendly tease at her.

Tifa simply averted her eyes and chuckled, a faint blush painted on her upper cheeks. “I don’t think one day of not being around me would kill her.”

“Oh c’mon, have you seen how clingy she is with you? I’m not lying when I say there isn’t one conversation I have had with her where she doesn’t mention your name~” Astrid’s teasing was full on Aerith-like at this point.

The more the brunette teased about Tifa’s love life, the more red on Tifa’s cheeks became visible from her smiling. 

“Alright, tough cookie…but seriously, I just wanna be sure you have the help you need, at least let me help out with tidying up some things around here?”

“Well, there isn’t much more to be done but…I know you won't say no either.” The girl titled her head.

Tifa pointed a finger gun at Astrid and clicked her tongue. “You know me~!” She went on to pick a broom and started sweeping away.

A new source of warmth entered the room as the sun set, pointing right at Astrid across the room as she stared at her band aid once more. Upon noticing the change in atmosphere, her green eyes softened at the new color that painted the walls of the bakery interior, her favorite color at that.

Gold.

The color of the sunset.

The color of their deal.

…And of course, the color of his hair.

Sunsets never failed to make her think of that one person during these times of the day. Ever since the first day of their budding friendship, a friendship that was sealed by their own hearts and a deal. Some may say childish for such a silly thing, but it wasn’t like anyone would understand how much that alone affected each other throughout their life. Even when starting out as outcasts, it didn’t take much for them to mean the world for one another. 

“Hey…did Cloud happen to text you?”

Tifa stopped in her tracks, a smile tugged her lips without facing the shorter lady.

“He…did say he’d come back early but…”

“Don’t worry.”

She turned around, flashing a reassuring grin, remembering the short conversation she had with Cloud earlier.

“...He’ll be here soon.”

. . . . .

Orange sunset: “Warmth and comfort”

“...You’re really good at that.”

Any kid—or adult for that matter—in this village would recognize that voice as the weird kid, or one of them at least. It was a strange interaction for the two children to face each other after all those times of visiting and having their moms bond since they were just babies, but now? It felt as though they had just met for the first time. Except by this point, they were longing for a friend to talk to, so one would say….it was only natural that they’d end up like this, somehow, someway.

The young brunette’s lips parted from the flute, cutting off the soft melodies that escaped from it. From the corner of her eyes, she saw him. His blue eyes—non-mako at the time—glistened widely in fascination with the girl’s talent. Then again, in all his years of knowing who Astrid Lovelyn was, he didn’t really know her.

“...Cloud?”

The same could be said for the brunette herself, or as 10 year old Cloud would know as the girl that feared him. He expected nothing more than seeing her run off to her room whenever she was aware of the boy’s presence.

…Or so he thought.

“...Thank you…!”

…So when he heard those two words ring in his ears, this took him by surprise. He’d ask her to repeat again but seeing he had gotten this far, he was pulled to talk further with her.

Except he couldn’t gather the words to create another sentence, he just…stood there, findling with his fingers.

♪Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish♪

Cloud had only one plan: Ask her why she was being attacked by Tifa’s friends and go back to his lonesome self for the rest of his day, instead it felt like he was confronting a kitten that needed to be handled with extra care; one wrong move could cause some serious consequences.

Wait…why was this kid worried? I mean, he’s seen what this girl is capable of doing, she did scold the kids that lied about him convincing Tifa to endanger herself on Mt. Nibel. Albeit she isn’t violent as Cloud is but seeing her stand up for him deepened his curiosity of what else she was on about.

“Hey…are you okay?”

The tables had turned with who was the shy one in this case.

Cloud’s upper body moved back slowly at Astrid leaning forward to take a look at his expressions better. When the hell did she stand up? He hadn’t even been able to process the fact that he was standing the closest he’s ever been to her. The blonde was desperate to form words to tell, but nothing could rip from his throat to respond besides the common “uh..”

Oh shoot, is she smiling? Was it because he had just embarrassed himself in front of her by being such a dork? Or maybe the blonde just hadn’t considered how lovely he looked with tangerine hues glistening up his miniature spikes and blue eyes yet.

His eyes drifted from the young girl’s emerald orbs, finding himself staring at books leaning against each other. 

“What are…” His finger finished the rest of his question while pointing, intentionally diverting Astrid away from him before she could notice his blushing.

The brunette’s pigtails swayed in rhythm whilst turning her head, following the direction he was hinting at. “Oh..those? They're just…boring stuff.” 

She walked back over and picked up one of her books, showing off the cover to Cloud, “Growth in Gardening” it read.

“Stuff on gardening…stupid, I know.”

It was fast how Astrid instantly dissed her own interest. “...But you like it, right?” Was simply how he could respond. He wasn’t about to lie and pretend he knew anything about gardening, I mean, boy thinks flowers all look the same.

But, judging by how lush and flourishing the plantation had grew near Astrid’s house, this was definitely her biggest passion, or at least, one of possibly many others

“I do, but others think it’s weird for a girl to be working outside just to get all muddy and sweaty…” She sat down, flipping over a few pages to the section of yellow lilies. “So…I don’t really have anyone else to talk to about them besides my mom and…”

“…who?” Cloud tilted his head.

“...The plants that I grew.” She chuckled to herself. She must’ve felt like a freak in front of him. Guess all that outcasting really affected how she saw herself too.

“...Oh.” 

That was the only thing Cloud could murmur before letting the crickets fill in the rest of the silence. Astrid noticed his eyes averting from the corner of her eyes. By this point, the young blonde had completely forgotten the entire reason why he had come to visit her in the first place. He had considered leaving before things got more awkward–

“So…why did you come see me?”

Oh, that’s why he was there.

“Not that I don’t want you to be here but…you haven’t come to visit in so long…”

“...Why were those kids bugging you?”

“Oh…that…” She sighed, recalling how foolish she had put herself into trouble, only for Cloud to get pulled in just to defend her. “I overheard how they lied about you getting Tifa into danger, they were being jerks to you. It’s not fair how they’re doing this to you…I couldn’t just…stand there…”

“But you would’ve gotten yourself hurt.”

Astrid blinked at how Cloud saw it. ”I don’t….think they would’ve went that far-”

“Doesn’t matter. They shouldn’t have talked to you like that. They talk about you all the time and I just wanted them to shut up.” He blurted without thinking.

Okay now she was confused. “...Huh?”

“Yeah. They said some nasty stuff about you so many times. About how you’re weird and ugly and…all that.” 

Her eyes widened, the realization stunned her. Yeah she knew he was reckless and getting himself into trouble but…for her though…?

He fought them…because they were saying stuff about me…?

“Cloud…you shouldn’t have…why..?”

“Cuz….even if you hate me…they were still being mean about you.”

“Huh?!” Well that didn’t sound right. “Hate you?! What made you think I hate you Cloud??”

Cloud was just as surprised to figure out that he may have judged her wrongly. “...You always ran to your room each time I came to visit…”

…Oooh…

“C-Cloud I…I didn’t hide because I hated you, I did that with everyone! I was just…scared of people, but that didn’t mean I hated them!”

“I-”

Cloud choked up, both of them did. For a while Cloud had assumed that he was cursed with others taking a dislike to him but ... this was just a misunderstanding between these two kids all along?

One was overthinking on what to say and the other was underthinking, not the most ideal conversation if you can even call it that now. All in all, it was embarrassing, and it would’ve been rude if Cloud had just walked away without saying anything.

I guess the only thing left to do is…to apologize? For misunderstanding? For judging her past fears? Maybe?

“...Sor-”

“Ugh! I can’t take this!” 

Astrid stood up, stomping the ground in frustration. “This is dumb, we’re both being dumb!” Walking over back to the confused blonde, she had an idea in mind. “We can’t just keep beating around the bush like this! So if we don’t want that happening anymore, we’re gonna make a deal!”

“A-A deal…?”

“Yeah! A friendship deal!”

The little brunette extended her arm out, fingers widely open. “I can’t keep running away in fear and you can’t keep your own feelings hidden! So I’ll stick by you whenever you’re in a rough patch no matter how bad things get, but you have to be honest with me.”

“But…I-I don’t want you getting hurt because of me…”

“Well someone’s gotta be by your side! You can’t do everything on your own all your life, y’know?”

Yup, that sentence alone settled his decision. 

His eyes widened, he never really thought of himself as the type to be looked after. Again, lone wolf, lone life, it was what he was used to up until now. Spending way too much time trying to fit into a friends group didn’t even give him a chance to realize that there would be someone to genuinely be accepted by all along.

“...Deal.”

His hand glued onto hers, Astrid gave it a shake to seal the deal. He never saw her smile so brightly before either, it was a lovely complement to the orange glow on her face. Cloud’s lips tugged upwards into a half smile. The truth is, he would’ve been honest with her with or without this deal the moment he realized that he meant something to her.

This is childish….but she’s happy.

This wasn’t just a friend. This was the soul he vowed to stay close with and protect for the rest of his life.

Cloudy sunset: “Splitting relationship”

“Cloudy!!”

The brunette’s head turned over. Standing before her, his eyes stumbled upon the girl smiling up at him. For a moment, he had almost mistaken her for an angel, she never failed to look like one in these golden hours while the sun was setting. The sky was painted full of clouds, all surrendering the warmth of the sunlight that shone onto the kids’ faces.

The gentle zephyr breezed through the strands of her curly, long hair as he made his way to sit next to her on the dock. Both of their gazes fall upon the miniature wave of the water drifting into the light red thread in the sky.

♪Missed call from my mother, Like "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi♪

“Are you okay? You seem like…”

The boy turned his head to face Astrid next to him. “Like what?”

Astrid tilted her head. “I dunno…you look like there’s a lot you wanna say…”

Her legs kicked back and forth, slightly hesitating to ask.

“What’s on your mind, Cloudy?”

There wasn’t an answer for several seconds, Cloud was equally hesitant, but after all, this was Astrid, a dear friend who’s been visibly obvious in her support for him. He sighed.

“...I wanna be a SOLDIER.���

“SOLDIER? Wouldn’t that mean you’d…have to leave off for Midgar…?”

The girl’s eyes softened, a hint of sadness hidden within her green eyes. She knew what that meant.

“..We won’t be seeing each other for a while.” Cloud’s head remained low, avoiding eye contact.

“..Yeah…” Astrid sighed. “Well…is it what you want to do? To become a hero?” 

“…It’s not just that.” The blonde picked up a knee and leaned against it. “I wanna impress someone.”

The girl’s head tilted to the side. “Hmm? I-Impress someone?”

“Yeah…I want to impress her. So I thought that becoming a hero as good as Sephiroth would finally make her notice me in…a new way.”

“R…really??” The smile widened on Astrid’s face. “May I ask…why?”

“..Because...” Cloud hesitated with a sigh, pink painted faintly on his cheeks. He was quite open with Astrid, so why not be honest with her? “..I like her.”

This was it.

Those three simple words made Astrid’s heart rush faster.

He didn’t even have to say that he felt the same for her. She just…knew it.

Was he finally going to confess? Was he finally going to tell his love for her? He’s always been so unusually affectionate to her even if it was just as a “friend”…she knew this was going to be it.

…This was it, wasn’t it?

She made up her mind: She’ll go in for the first move.

“You know, Cloudy…” Her legs swung in a light rhythm, the excitement within her heart felt like bursting out of its cage like a wild animal. Cloud turned his head to her as she spoke. 

“...You’re great with the way you are…you don’t need to prove or impress anything to anyone. I think you’re amazing and already a hero to me just by being an amazing friend but…I like you, for you and you only Cloudy~.” 

The smile remained brightly on her face, a warm glow of red flushed to Astrid’s cheeks. She could’ve sworn the blonde shot a momentarily smirk for a second.

But then…he turned back to face the sunset and…and then came back in silence.

…What went wrong? Did the words come out too weird and awkward? Was he trying to find his own words to express his feelings?

“Thanks Astrid, but…I don’t know if she’ll think the same as you.”

Wait…what?

“Wh…wh-what do you mean…?” Astrid’s smile slowly faded.

“I like Tifa but…I don’t think she’ll feel the same. That’s why I wanna impress her.”

[...]

Oh.

“I know it’s…surprising. Especially since Tifa and I aren’t the closest.”

Astrid didn’t even realize how widened her eyes were. Surely it wasn’t only surprising, but shocking. Her little heart remained at that same speeding pace, but this time, it was all for the wrong reasons. Had she misread his signals? Shouldn’t she be happy either way? Shouldn’t she have known this all along? Where was the part she had missed about Cloud’s feelings for Tifa?

…Does…Tifa like him as well…?

There were too many questions buzzing in the girl’s head. She couldn’t think straight.

“...That’s okay.”

Stupidly, those were the only words she could put together. Nothing more, nothing less.

The boy looked at her, he noticed how awfully quiet she’s been since he told her his crush.

“...The heart wants what it wants Cloudy…There’s…” She forced a soft smile. “...nothing…wrong with that.”

They both were one with the silence. The sun was slowly fading into the clouds, and so was Astrid’s fake smile; she badly wanted to cry her heart out but…this is her friend, her happiness, and if this was how he felt…then she knew well that she should be happy for him too.

“...When will you tell her?” The brunette spoke up, her green eyes glued on the sun’s disappearance.

“Hm?” Cloud’s turned to her.

“Your feelings for her…” Likewise, Astrid’s eyes met his blue ones. “When will you tell her?”

He looked away momentarily, this had him thinking of what time would be the perfect time to confess to Tifa. “I’ll be telling her about it tonight but...do you think it’d be best to confess when I come back?” He looked back at her. “Do you think…she’ll like me too…if I became a SOLDIER..?”

“I…I-I don’t know….” The tone was hinting at her breaking apart. Even she realized she couldn’t keep it together for long..

Cloud stuttered a bit on her response, he didn’t expect her to know but…it did in a way made him insecure about his idea.

It took all her strength and force to spark a small smile back onto the corner of Astrid’s lips.

“B-But….no matter what….”

Astrid faced Cloud with that radiant happiness she always carried around him, hoping that it wasn’t forced this time though.

“...I-I’ll be there for whatever happens between you too…just like what we shook on.”

“Thanks Astrid…and if I haven’t said it…” Cloud itched the back of his head shyly. “...You’re a great friend too.”

It never existed.

His feelings for her.

His protection for her.

His love for her.

…Only to realize they were merely just feelings for a very, dear friend.

And that those feelings…had been built off of imagination.

It got darker soon, as the sun sunsetted early behind more dense clouds that surrendered the remaining light left. The young blonde knew it was time to head back home. 

“Before I leave…I want to give you this back.”

As they stood facing each other, Cloud took off the gold necklace that hung from his neck from under his shirt, handing it in Astrid’s palms.

“You…don’t want it anymore?” She looked up at him with hurt hidden in her eyes.

Cloud shook his head. “I just…don’t want to lose it somewhere in Midgar. I think it’s safer with you.”

She looked down at the necklace. “D-Does it…still mean something to you…?”

“Of course it does.” Cloud responded softly. “That’s…why I’m scared to lose it.”

“...Yeah.” Her fingers curled on top of the jewel before looking back up to him. “...I’ll keep it safe…for us.”

Astrid could feel her eyes water up, and as a desperation attempt to hide her emotions, she hugged him suddenly. 

It took Cloud by surprise, not being used to affection that comes out of nowhere. “A-Astrid…?”

He could sense something was wrong, her grip refused to let him go. Eventually the young blonde relaxed. This was Astrid after all…a girl of nothing but love to give for others. His arms gently wrapped around her slowly. 

“Calm down...you’ll see me again.” Cloud awkwardly muttered.

Astrid was having a hard time focusing on what he said, being that she was in between keeping her breathing from becoming shaky and not letting him see the few tears that failed to stay behind eyelids. 

She was able to eventually clear her mind temporarily from his comforting touch, although she knew she had to let him go at some point, so she did.

“S-Sorry…I-I….I don’t know why I did that…” She looked down, a bit ashamed of herself.

“Hey….don’t worry ‘bout it, K?” Cloud reassured her before having to make his farewell to her. “Well…I gotta go now…”

Cloud began walking away from her.

“Cloudy..”

Until she called for him for one last time.

He turned over to look at her, standing under the spotted, clouded sky, her hands held closely to her heart. Her smile was as sweet as it could look.

“I….wish you nothing but the best for you.”

. . . . .

Her hand hurt so much when clutching hard on the jewel of the necklace.

Well….Astrid definitely knew what a heartbreak was now if she wasn’t gonna feel it later.

Describing her as a sobbing mess would be an understatement, it was hard to make less noise but she just had faith that no one would check on her. 

She felt ridiculous, crying over a boy after teaching herself not to care about what others think of her, and yet the thought of her own crush not feeling the same way she does for him bothered her?

Astrid, grow up…you’re better than this.

The young brunette sat up, caressing her cheek dry from the rest of her tears. Looking out from her window, the stars faced down on her brightly. She remembered how Cloud was supposed to meet up with Tifa tonight, just thinking about it made her hear their voices, but it was just difficult to imagine how they’d be together. Would they be happy? Would it work out? Would she….finally notice him like he had hoped for?

It was what he wanted, after all. And she knew.

That night before sleeping, Astrid had vowed never to fall for her friend like that again.

Pink sunset: "Budding romance"

“Cloud…I think you should talk to Astrid. I mean…really talk to her.”

“...You’re right, Tifa.”

. . . . .

The moment she felt fingers curl around her hand, all the thoughts and worries blurred the instant her gaze met with stunning, angelic blue eyes. She was so caught up in her own thoughts, Astrid hadn’t even noticed Cloud’s presence crawl up from behind whatsoever.

“Astrid…”

The blonde softly muttered from his lips, almost sounding like a whisper. Astrid struggled to talk, he could see how hard she was trying to either talk or not break down in front of him. She truly looked as if she knew that the world was gonna end that night.

Well.

That’s because the world is ending.

She was clearly scared as a result. A part of her was trying its best to be strong, something that her own cousin, Aerith, would do, but she felt as if she wasn’t brave enough, then she’d have to carry the burden of disappointment. Well, it wouldn’t have mattered anyways if the planet’s life was coming to an end, would it now?

Cloud softly sighed, he acknowledged her suffering and saved her from the trouble of responding to him. He got closer to her, his eyes looking down at her in empathy. He softly spoke in his lowest tone.

“..Let’s get off the Highwind for the night. Just…the two of us.”

He didn’t need to hear her say ‘yes.’

Her eyes said it all.

♪Can you even imagine fallin' like I did for the love of my life?♪

Their hands remained stuck together. Each moment that passed they held on slightly tighter, giving a few squeezes every now and as they walked onto the rocky mountain, decorated in patches of green here and there. They stopped at the top, their skin basking under the warm, pink-casted light of the sunset that they were both facing. They stood there, soft wisps of wind fluttering the tips of their hair gently. Their eyes locked gaze with the beautifully painted sky, the rosie scenery that resided in their nostalgic memories and hearts. 

It was exactly why the image of it being ripped and wrecked by the giant meteor beast scared them. They both flinched. It was clear that they were thinking of the exact same thought.

“I-It always felt like…the sunset either brings us closer or…drags us apart…each time we bask in its light…”

Cloud turned to her, watching her slowly walk away from him and creating more distance. It felt like a wave of relief washing over him upon hearing the brunette’s soft voice, but he can feel her worries and sadness louder than her own words.

“...But r-right now…I can’t tell what it feels like…” Her green eyes shift down to the ground. “...A part of me feels like….all of this…is my fault…”

Cloud mouth slightly parted, blinking in disbelief.

“The reason for how we got here and…why we’re here…you know well that I don’t deserve a moment like this Cloud…”

She sighed gently, then turned back to face Cloud with slightly watery eyes.

“...You didn’t just take us down here for the scenery…didn’t you?”

“...No.”

Cloud paused before continuing.

“...But you know well why I brought you here, and all I want…is to hear you say that reason.”

But here she was.

Eyes slightly widened at him, the state of shock was clear as crystal on her face. Her breath hitched as she immediately looked away, the red hotness creeping up her cheeks. She knew it’d only have been a matter of time until Cloud finally found what was in the depths of her heart, the feelings that she’d been trying her best to kill. The guilt was catching up, and the woman was at her limit of excuses to make.

She couldn’t tell if it would’ve been better for her to finally fess up to it, or if the world should’ve just ended right then and there.

She had been so lost in her doubtful thoughts she hadn’t realized Cloud standing right in front of her, her hands resting on his palms. She looked up through her lashes, and the blonde knew how fearful she was to tell him.

“Don’t be scared..” He gently gave her hands a few faint squeezes. “I’m not letting you do this alone. So…let’s both promise to be honest this time…deal?” Cloud tilted his head.

A deal huh.

If anything, maybe things would’ve been different had Astrid not come up with that similar scenario when they were younger. But even god knew they both needed it at some point in their lives.

Astrid seemed to calm down, nodding softly. Yet, the pit of anxiety in her stomach still rested comfortably, and it would only grow bigger the moment she opened her mouth. She’d have to, eventually.

“They all told me.” The blonde started.

“The lifestream….Tifa…Aerith…”

“They all wanted me to know about your feelings, Astrid.”

“In the lifestream…Tifa took me to you…during the time after I left…”

Astrid looked as if she had a million words to say, but she just couldn’t bring herself to even say a single word. She just looked away, the memories forcing her to relive the young pain she once swore to get over.

The blonde’s crystal eyes softened. “...I hurt you badly…didn’t I…” 

Astrid’s hand wrapped around her arm, her chest elevated and softly fell back down as she sighed through her nose.

“...I never blamed you, Cloudy.” She let out a sigh-chuckle while humming to herself. “If it was never meant to be then….”

Once again, she couldn’t find the words. Cloud blinked, finally hearing Astrid’s inner feelings, as if she had another hidden heart that she had just revealed to him. A heart that’s been hurting…and he blames himself for it all.

Astrid looked over to his guilty expression, one that can be rarely seen. And this…just devastated her more.

“C-Cloud…i-it’s not your fault..” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “...I promise…i-it really isn’t..”

“If there’s one thing that can put me at ease right now…it’s to hear you talk to me, Astrid.” Every one of his words filled to the brim with sincerity. “You’ve always had an ear to everyone else…but there wasn’t once anyone’s returned the favor for you…I wanna change that, right here, right now.”

…He had a point.

“Please Astrid…you don’t have to hide your feelings anymore…especially not with…me.” His hand reached up to her cheek and lifted her head up to look at him. “...Please.” Cloud whispered gently.

…And he was right.

It had to be said at one point. All those feelings. Those memories. Those heartaches…

She took a deep breath, sighing away the small emotional rock that was stuck in her throat.

“...I-If anything…it’s my fault.” She looked off to the side, ashamed. “I should’ve never fallen for you in the first place…”

She shook her head.

“...but even so…it was like I was never allowed to get over it completely…even when I saw you again I…I wasn’t even sure how to be myself around you like I used to…” The brunette bit her lip.

The blonde started to realize. “...When I changed, so did you…”

She looked back at him to face him.

“But….no matter what…there were always those feelings we had for each other that stuck with us, huh…”

. . .

F…

Feelings…?

Our…feelings…?

Does he….also…?

“C-Cloud…”

Her body had a mind of its own.

Not realizing the closed-in space between herself and Cloud, her hands rested upon his chest, fingers curling into a hard grip at his shirt. Her form was kept still by the strength of Cloud's arms wrapped around her, hands resting up on her lower back. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the blonde’s crystal blue orbs. 

So full of emotion…

So full of feelings…feelings that can’t be put into simple, plain words…

It was a naturally magnetic feeling. Each second pulled each other closer, both having the strongest urge imaginable to get even more closer. It was like..they were both revealing their true selves to each other…

Oh…

How much she missed him…

How she missed his true self…

The Cloud she once knew and fell in love with all those years ago…

…

“I promise….never to fall for you again.”

The remembrance of that oath gave Astrid’s heart a sudden jolt. She snapped herself awake from the sweet dream that clouded her thoughts, finally gaining back control of her senses and only to realize that the real she knew Cloud didn’t feel like this for her.

He never did, never would either.

Those thoughts alone made her pull herself away from his arms. Tears overwhelmed her eyes, making them glossy and brighter to the reflection of the light. It was clear she wanted to cry, but something held her back, not allowing her to let the droplets escape from her eyes.

“I…I-I shouldn’t…I can’t…!”

Her hands formed into fists, a sign that she was still clenching hard on her remaining hidden feelings.

“...I can’t fall in love with the boy whose heart was never meant for me…a-again…”

She was scared, afraid to fall in love with him, only to have her heart crushed to pieces all over again with the unfortunate truth.

It was deja vu to the both of them.

But this time.

Cloud could see…her. 

His heart was at its fullest with his honest feelings for her.

And he wanted her to know.

Every. 

Single.

Bit of it.

“Astrid…”

Cloud’s eyes gave the softest look, he badly wanted to make amends with the fear he caused in Astrid’s heart. He wanted to prove his feelings innocent, that they were honest, from the bottom of his heart, and from his own real self, the same one who had been too blind to see how all of her past efforts were all out of nothing but the love she had for him. It was the same love for him that’s trapped in her but..

Only he had the key to unlock the trust of her love for him again.

“Whether this may be the last night we’re together like this…or we’ll have more nights to talk…just to get closer each time...it wouldn’t matter. I feel the closest to you at this moment, but if I’m never able to fix the trust of your feelings for me…then I’ll always be afraid…”

He drew closer.

“...Because I now know…I hurt the one girl that’s always understood me…”

His hand cupped her cheek once more. A single tear rolled softly down her cheek.

“...And it was the biggest mistake I could’ve ever made..”

“....C….Cloud…”

“...Is there any way I can fix this…?”

More tears started to spill, slowly. Cloud’s voice becomes a soft whisper. Astrid’s lips quivered, the more she looked into his eyes, the more she saw how serious he was about her.

“B-By knowing how I feel, Cloud…. th-that’s all I want…all I need..” Her voice was shaken up. “I-I never wanted to say a thing to you, I vowed not to…I-I knew I could never be the one for you…I kn-knew that there was always g-going to be someone else for you…. a-anyone but me…”

It was clear he was fighting for her trust again, and it was equally clear that it’s working. It was stinging Astrid’s heart in so many ways at the thought of this finally being her moment to finally accept her own feelings for him.

Their moment.

“No…you convinced yourself that Astrid.” Cloud brought himself closer to her slowly, trying to break her walls break by break at an unrushed pace. “...You were always there in my mind even when I didn’t realize it..”

“You understood my feelings for the longest time…but I hadn’t known about your broken heart that you were trying to fix by yourself..”

 He slowly leaned near her ear, blonde strands brushed against Astrid’s cheeks softly..

“You can’t do everything on your own all your life….y’know?”

He….remembered….

Finally, Astrid was speechless through tears, her arms thrown around Cloud’s form as she stuttered through her sobs. It was all going so fast yet time seemed to slow down to a halt.

Being in Cloud’s arms felt like a lifetime, despite all the times they lost together had she fessed up earlier…it didn’t matter now though. She felt like a huge weight was washed down even through the crying.

Soft lips were planted on her head…but Cloud knew they were far from being done.

. . . . .

♪She's got glow on her face, a glorious look in her eyes♪

By now the sky’s hues were radiating with magenta-purples, a sign of nighttime approaching. 

He held her close, laying on a soft patch of grass with his hands entangled in her reddish-brown waves of hair. To the sound of his gentle heartbeats, Astrid’s breathing did its best to regulate itself after crying.

Once she was ready…she spoke up.

“Cloud..I…I’m ready…”

The man’s arms loosened around her waist, facing the emerald eyes that reflected the remaining light of the sunset. Some hair rested upon her nose, to which he brushed off slowly and tucked it behind her ear.

“I never really cared about what others thought of me but…after that growing connection we had…it really stung upon realizing how I had conjured those memories as romantic when…it wasn’t true. After that I promised never to fall for you again but…” She chuckled. “...I guess fate didn’t like the idea of me truly giving those feelings up, when your true self was starting to melt from the ice…so did my feelings…and it hurt even more knowing how I knew I fell over again for someone who was….already in love…”

“Maybe I was, but…”Cloud’s hand rested still on her cheek. “...in the end, it all led me back to you.”

Seeing him move closer, she was at her last chance at resisting.

Instead however, as her mind reeled every memory.

Every memory of her heartaches…

Every memory of him…

Every memory of the times he’s spent with her…

Oh, Astrid…

You’re not just childly in love; you want to spend the rest of your days and nights with him, don’t you?

She wanted to spend her evenings with him outdoors and watching every glorious sunset with a feeling of reassurance, knowing that tomorrow she’ll wake up to see the same loving, blue eyes that glowed in her own times of darkness. To hold him gently through his pains, watch him smile when he knows that everything will be okay…

Yes…this was what she wanted to fight for….

The only sounds that they could hear were each other’s heartbeats as their lips interlocked.

♪My angel of light…♪

Red sunset: "Passionate love"

Soft glows of red streaks filled the bedroom across through the blinds. She closed the door, soaking up the serenity atmosphere as she faced her lover that she hadn’t seen for a week, an apologetic look at his face spoke for itself.

“Astrid…I-I’m sorry..”

“I know you are, Cloud..”

The brunette walked over to the bed, sitting next to him as he avoided eye contact. He felt ashamed abandoning her ever since geostigma had caught up to Denzel.

“I also didn’t know how to fight that battle…all those years of…mourning over her put me off from learning anything more of my heritage.” Astrid sighed, she too was in deep regret of how she had handled things. “...I’m glad to know that we’re getting stronger now…and to know that we have others that I can call…family…”

Family…

Oh how lovely that word sounded…something they both hadn’t heard since they were little, something they had longed for once more.

“....That includes you, Cloudy…” Astrid reached for his cheek, turning his head gently to face the loving look in her eyes. “...so we’re not letting you go off to face the impossible alone no matter what…got that?”

“Yeah…”

A faint tint of red appeared on his cheeks. He felt warm from her words and lingering touches, her thumb brushing some of his blonde spikes behind his ear. Cloud took his gloves off before removing her hand from his face, taking a good look at her palms whilst caressing its softness…

So soft…

“They wouldn’t have cured if it wasn’t for you…~”

The blonde smiled, his heartbeat steadied at a relaxed pace. She didn’t wince or feel any pain when he applied some pressure onto it with his thumbs, unlike when it was infected. The look of joy on his face was unforgettable upon washing away the geostigma from her hands, knowing that he’d be able to hold her hand again.

“This is a future that we fought for…” His hands held Astrid’s, looking into her eyes. “...so I won’t let it go to waste again. I promise.”

“Cloudy…you don’t have to promise…because you already know it’s what we want…” 

♪I was all alone with the love of my life♪

Astrid closed the leftover gap between them with a tender kiss. Saying that they missed the feeling of locking their soft lips with one another was an understatement, they practically yearned their touch after what they had been through. They couldn’t keep their hands to themselves no matter how hard they tried to resist. They separated in between kisses for air but they had no plans on stopping any time soon. 

Slowly, they ended up laying together. Cloud crawled on top of his petite girlfriend while cradling her legs up his thighs, his hand caressed up her waist tenderly under her shirt. 

At some point their loving stares locked with each other, Cloud’s thumb rubbed her bottom lip with a strip of red light streaking over it as well. It was obvious how much he wanted to take things a step further, telling by the look in his eyes that she knows all too well how to read. 

“I missed this…I missed you…” He absolutely longed to reveal his unconditional love to her. 

Sparks burned brighter with each kiss that led to a more passionate connection. Fire prickled at Cloud’s fingertips all the more as he stroked further up her form, craving to hold her smaller body into his loving embrace, it felt like his whole world was in his very arms…

It was a fresh breath of air to know he was in the same room as her, the same bed as her again…just like how it should be…

“...C-Cloudy…~” The pace of the girl’s heartbeat quickened from the euphoric state, she wanted him as much as he wanted her that moment. 

. . . . .

The warm lovers were tied up together in cuddles and kisses. Cloud’s mouth buried on Astrid’s head whilst tangling his fingers through her wavy hair. 

“Astrid..?”

♪She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night♪

He didn’t get a response from her, she must’ve been tired out. He smirked while giving a tender peck on her head. Just from that, she snuggled up closer to his chest which earned a chuckle from him. She was the absolute cutest in every way possible in his eyes, he could feel the fireworks in his chest go off with happiness to have her warm and safe in his arms again…

“I love you…~”

He slowly dozed off to the sound of a muttered "I love you too."

Golden sunset: “Long-living love”

Ding ding!

The bells rang in rhythm with sounds of footsteps that followed.

“Ah! Sorry but we’re closed..” Astrid’s eyes didn’t leave her focus on organizing the money in the cash register.

Tifa giggled in the back when she realized that her own friend hadn’t even noticed who just walked in. “Astrid…look up silly!”

“Huh?” She hadn’t even taken notice of the shadow approaching her until a familiar gloved hand was placed on the counter in front of her. “Cloudy~!!” The young brunette raced around the counter and threw her arms around her boyfriend gleefully, having him return the affection with his left arm while his right one was holding a small decorated box.

“For a moment I was worried that I wasn’t welcomed back~”

“Don’t worry I was just distracted…Tifa and I were just tidying up some things. I just need to bring the rest of the tools upsta-”

“Allow me!” Tifa hurried over to grab the rest of the stuff before Astrid could get to it. She giggled and winked at the two. “Gotta let the couple of the night have their deserved rest~” Tifa winked and walked out of the room before either two could reply.

“She seems…oddly chipper all of a sudden…” Astrid remarked, it confused her to how Tifa had just rushed out so fast. She looked back up to Cloud after hearing a soft chuckle escape from his throat, he had a smile that screamed he was hiding something as he averted his eyes. Astrid noticed and got even more confused. “Hey, why the mischievousness? Do you two…know something that I don’t?”

Astrid placed one hand on her hip and the other on the counter beside her, leaning towards Cloud with an eyebrow lifted to interrogate him. He didn’t reply, instead he simply placed the small box that was in his and pushed it towards her. The girl’s green eyes widened at the beautifully detailed box with a gold ribbon and a red rose attached to it. 

“...I think this package will answer your question~”

She let out a soft giggle and shook her head at his attempt at distracting her.

But as she carefully peeled at the wrapping, her heart slowly increased its pace. 

“C-Cloud…” 

“Open it Astrid…”

♪I don't need no light to see you shine♪

This girl could’ve been shaking from the excitement upon lifting the box open, facing a glittering golden ring, a mold of the yellow lily’s petals was circulated around a shining blue gem, reflecting the golden light off of its flat sides. 

“Oh my…C-Cloud…I-I..!” Her mind was still reeling at the fact that Cloud had just proposed to her and she didn’t even acknowledge how much she was crying her eyes out, not until her now-fiancé reached to caress the tears off of her cheek with his thumbs gently. 

“Astrid..?”

Through tears, Astrid lunged herself in a hug with him. “Yes Cloudy! I will marry you!! You mean the world to me!! I love you so so s~o much…!” Her arms tightened around him, it caused his heart to flutter with a loving smile that followed up.

Hearing a tap on the door window that Tifa had left from, Cloud could still see her presence whilst she raised two thumbs up and a wide grin plastered on the woman’s face for encouragement. The man smiled, he was the happiest in that moment. He wanted to see her excitement last for the rest of their days, to hold her like this forevermore…

That wasn’t the only thing that Cloud is giving however. 

“Ah right, I almost forgot…” He gently held Astrid’s arms for her to loosen her grip, allowing him to pull something else from his bag.

A pen and a marriage certificate.

“Just sign here…Astrid Strife~”

♪It’s your golden hour~♪

[goldenchocobo]

2023 Art Dump

Not as much as last year, which would be a feat. A lot of Kingdom Hearts art, still, as well as OC things.

In the Keep Reading below, you can learn about each thing, if it interests you;

From Left-to-Right, Up-to-Down:

-Baldr and Bragi's battle stances (specifically from when they were fighting Cerberus in the Underworld). wanted to draw them like this, but never found a reason to post it as-is. I was going to include it in another compilation that sat in my Drafts for half a year (with other art on this dump).

-Character art for a friend's KH D&D character- a 'Nort replica with no memory of who he is, only that he's running from Vexen.

-Art in that compelation. It's from the first time you speak to Demyx. I like how it's the first thing he ever asks Roxas; I was going to do more, but... didn't.

-Interpretation of the Keyblade from Missing Link's promo image. I needed it for my KH D&D, as I was going to give the players a keyblade based on the stats they chose in their DttH. The keyblade didn't end up being used.

-Silly Bragi/Luxu doodle. I think he'd have to try hard not to ace any history exams, or at least know more than what he's currently being taught.

-Aerith and Cid shop 'interface' I drew for my KH D&D. I wanted a visual for my players instead of just vague descriptions, so I drew these, the portraits are the characters currently in the session.

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-Young Xehanort headshots. I was going to do more each time I wanted to draw, but didn't know what- but these two were the only two that I did.

-Working out the design for a Minotaur Heartless that appeared in my fic, Working Together, for Ventus and Vanitas to fight.

-His Dark Materials AU Sora with his Daemon Amica. I was going to draw some battle poses with them, but I honestly never felt like it, and didn't want to force myself.

-figuring out a design for Vanitas's glider for my fic.

-Ventus holding an escapee-flood from a WiP fic, (continuation of Working Together) Trial by Light.

-New Unversed Vanitas makes when he and Ventus are on 'kind of okay' terms, that Ventus calls a Mawkeepit from my fic. I wanted to nail out a design for them, so I could describe them better.

-New Unversed Vanitas makes when he felt betrayed. They're currently unnamed- as I'm having trouble coming up with a portmantu or word-association for 'Backstab, Weasel or snake' for the WiP fic. These aren't going to feature as heavily as the Mawkeepit, but I wanted to draw them so readers could get a better idea of how they looked.

-Art of the Mawkeepit crowding an Unconscious Ventus while being surrounded by Heartless for my fic.

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-Chocopuffs. Art from a Nyancave stream of Final Fantasy XVI, where the Northern British actors pronounce the 'cho' in chocobo the same way as the 'cho' in 'chocolate'- the result was chocopuffs, a cereal.

-Diabloceratops getting its toe bitten by a territorial turtle. didn't finish the WiP.

-Bi frog I drew for my Bi friend who likes frogs.

-Absolute monster of an art dump for my OCs, Lupin an Iberis. I wanted to give them a more modern take, so I drew them in modern clothing, with only one being of an older time period (bottom right) based on a photo of two men sitting together like that. I have refsheets for them and may post them if I routinely draw and post more are of these two.

-Neovinator in a pond/river based on a photo of a Grebe, and Daurlong sitting based on a photo of an emu.

-depiction of a woman I dreamt of. The dream was very real, and I'm certain I met death, and that is what she looked like. If you're interested in it, let me know and I post the rest, because it's long.

-Warrior cat OCs (and my friends) all from different clans going to a fourth to ask to speak to their medicine cat. the ginger one is mine and his name is Flipleaf.

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-Nyancave Sonic OC. I think they were playing Sonic 06 or Shadow the Headgehog when I drew it, I can't remember.

-Drawn when there was a Subathon and the Nyancave were playing Final Fantasy XII. The memberships were a steal!

-Painting of their cats (now older) Dante and Nia, looking at Christmas lights.

[hecate-valentine]

Dirty Valentine

Pairing: Vincent Valentine x OC (Laena)

WARNINGS: Mentions of past rape, self-harm, abuse and assault, experiments, creepy Hojo and horrible corporations, creepy and perverted old man. Themes of religious guilt. Psychological trauma

Content Warning: Oral sex, (F! receiving) breast play, vaginal fingering, inexperienced but also VERY experienced Vincent, praise kink, female orgasm, first-time orgasm, creampie

Word count: 8048 (help)

The rest of the group had long since retired for the night. All except for Vincent and Laena, who sat beside each other in front of the fireplace's dwindling flame in the camp's center. The orange of the fire illuminated both of their features, and Vincent found himself struggling not to turn and look at Laena. It has been a long while since she first joined the group, and in that time, Vincent and the Cetra woman grew to be close. After the death of Aerith, Laenas’ cousin, she spent many long nights awake, quietly sobbing and trembling, making her leave the comforts of the tent she shared with Vincent and go wherever she could letting loose her frustrations and grief.

Many instances occurred where Vincent would find her away from the camp, offering her comfort and solace in his presence. He was not too close to Aerith, but he knew the pain that came with losing a close friend and family member. And the longer he spent in her presence and knowing her, he grew even more moonstruck with her. She was kind, sweet, and most of all, innocent, contrary to what she thinks because of what had happened to her during her captivity at Shinra. 

He wanted to fight these feelings of affection because of the things that happened to Lucrecia, but he was no longer in control of what his heart wanted. It terrified him. These feelings were solidified after a rough transformation during a fight and a daring rescue. Everyone scattered away from Vincent as he struggled to regain control, destroying everything in his path and roaring. Laena was the only one who didn’t run away from him. Instead, she approached him, extending a hand and a firm look in her eyes as she looked into his. The beast wanted to tear Laena to shreds and eat her insides, but Vincent wrestled with that part of him, eventually winning as he crashed to his knees and turned back to his human form, breathing heavily and coughing blood. She quickly attended to him and kept him grounded, even as Barret and Cid helped him back to camp. 

Especially the time after she had first joined the group. It was two weeks after she was found. The group had gone scouting the land and surroundings for more resources. Laena was still much too weak, so she stayed behind with Yuffie and Tifa to watch over the camp and her. Many squads of the best Shinra troops set upon the camp, looking for her. Yuffie and Tifa were overwhelmed and sent Laena off to find the group for aid. Laena was cornered on a tall cliff, the troops pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Luckily, the group emerged on an opposing cliff that was closer to the water. With one small misstep, Laena fell from the cliff. Vincent, being Vincent, was the first to respond and quickly sprouted wings, flying to her and catching her in mid-air. Once on the land after flying back up with Laena in his arms, Vincent made quick work of dealing with the troops that pushed her off. He was furious and violent. 

Laena remembered those days very clearly. It was only a few days after Aerith died and Laena needed to find a way to repay Vincent for being there for her when she needed someone and protecting her from the troops. She stayed beside him for five days, watching over him and using whatever magic she could to ease any injury from his intense transformation. She never left him. 

Vincent turned his head to Laena as she looked up at the night sky. It reminded him of the day that they first talked together.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” He asked, repeating what she first told him the first time they interacted. She turned her head, looking at him with a raised brow. She chuckled and looked down, hiding her face.

“Don’t make fun of me, Vincent.” She jested. He hid his face behind the high collar of his cloak, hiding the small smile on his face. She removed her gloves and held her hands out before the fire. His eyes wandered over her hands and to her arms and then her face. She was pale, no matter how long she spent under the sun, her skin never darkened. She had long red hair that flowed in waves down her back and chest and bright green eyes. Her face was decorated with freckles that went down her arms and faded into less sparse ones on her hands. Much like Vincent, she wore black and red colors. A black long-sleeve shirt that clung to her with a long red overcoat and black pants and boots with black leather gloves. The shirt was low-cut enough to reveal her collarbone and not hide the pendant she wore that held her summoning materia. Much like Aerith, she took to the mage route, and after Aerith passed, Laena inherited the staff that was used by the younger and half-blooded Cetra. Laena quickly proved to be a force to be reckoned with when she pulled the staff out, making the group frightful whenever she was ready to attack.

Except Vincent. In many instances, whenever they were surrounded, the two of them stood back-to-back. Though both of them were more capable of long-range attacks, they weren’t afraid to get down and dirty, that much was known when Laena dealt with a Demon by charging it and pulling out a knife, stabbing it through the head. As it fell, lifeless and trembling from its nerves being struck, there was a shift in the air surrounding the party, and it came from Laena. She climbed on its body, repeatedly shoving her knife into its head, blood spraying out on the ground and her face and clothes. The party watched as she did this while sobbing. 

Vincent watched as well, his eyes wide with shock and partially horror. The way she was acting, was a trauma response from whatever happened to her at Shinra. He approached her and pulled her from the corpse, holding her close and turning his back on the body, hiding her from its view.

“Let me go!” She screamed and cried, even going to hold the knife once more with the intent of stabbing Vincent. He grabbed her wrist, stopped her, and spoke to her in an attempt to calm her down.

“Laena, please. It’s alright. You’re not there anymore.” His voice was clear and loud enough for only the two of them to hear. Her cries ceased, and her screams fell into silence. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes closed. She dropped the knife and went limp in his grip.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, her voice cracking. He shook his head, shushing her, placing his gauntlet-covered hand on her head, caressing her to calm her down. Later that night at camp, when Vincent had asked her about what happened to give her a reaction like that, she told him the whole truth: She was sold to Shinra at ten years old by her stepfather when her mother died in childbirth. Her stepfather worked with Shinra and had told her she was going to get a better education through Shinra, but she found out later he gave her over to them for a promotion. Much like other Cetra’s that were taken by Shinra, like her cousin and aunt, she was experimented on daily, experiments that turned her into something else, something not entirely human. But all that changed when she turned eighteen. 

The President raped her, many times until she escaped when she was 24 years old. She was damaged, ruined, in her eyes, violated, and left to rot. Everything that transpired since then was done purely to break her, body and mind, so she could lead Shinra to the Promised Land for the boundless Mako that was said to be there as a mindless puppet. Many of the things that were done to her by the hands of Hojo and his department included forcing her to listen to the recordings of the President forcing himself on her, making her listen to how she cried and screamed for help, and begging him to stop. But he never did, not until he got his fill and left her battered, bruised, and bleeding. Other methods included physically assaulting her and running various tests on her. For all the years of abuse she endured at the hands of the President, she had never once fallen with a child. In Hojo’s words, it was “a curious circumstance, one to be explored”.

Vincent was disgusted. Not with her, never with her, but with Shinra. He was disgusted at how they could treat someone like her as a toy to be used for some old man and how no one once stepped in to stop. But how could they have when no one but the President, Hojo, and the R&D Department knew of her existence in the tower? He was angry beyond reason, at both the company and the world for letting that happen to her, and angry at whatever God there was that sat back and watched these acts against her. His anger towards the corporation grew when she showed him the several scars along her wrists, inflicted by her and her alone.

“I wanted control over myself. But I…also felt the need to punish myself and to remind myself that I am still a human, no matter what they did to me.”

“You were a child.”

Vincent let his eyes fall on Laena once more. He debated speaking up about how he thought about her, but he knew it would be better to get it off his chest rather than letting it fester inside and then watching something horrific happen to her before his very eyes while he is unable to stop it. He feared her death more than any possible rejection he would receive from her. 

“You are very beautiful, Laena.” He spoke up. She quickly turned her head to look at him. She met the gaze of his red eyes that stared intensely at her. They were full of affection for her, and honesty. He was always brutally honest with those in the camp, even in the case where honesty was not necessary. Laena smiled and turned her head from him.

“Thank you, Vincent. I…wish I knew how to respond to that.” She said and turned her head back to look at him. He shook his head.

“You don’t have to respond. And thank you for…watching over me after that transformation.” Vincent said. Laena smiled and nodded. That damned smile. He adjusted to sit closer to her, their legs only an inch away from each other now. She kept her head facing him, watching his expressions and body language.

“You’re welcome. I thought it necessary considering how you stood by me when Aerith left us. Now you owe me.” Laena jested with a smile. Vincent chuckled and raised a brow at her. His collar was lower now, showing Lavena the small smile that covered his face.

“Oh, do I?” He asked. She nodded, still smiling. Both of them started leaning in closer, not realizing they were doing that.

“Yes, you do, Valentine.” She said. Both of them realize they were both leaning in when their faces were only inches apart, their breaths were light, but both can feel it on their faces. Laena pulled back, her face turning bright red. Vincent was amused by her face turning red, making him smile even more.

“I’m…going to bed, Vincent. Goodnight.” She said and stood up. Something stirred in Vincent as he watched her reaction, like a sort of confidence and satisfaction. He nodded and looked to the fire once more.

“Goodnight, Laena.” He said. He watched her walk to their joined tent. She paused before turning her head, seeing Vincent looking at her. She shot him a look, full of mischievous playfulness, almost like she was inviting him to join her for some…explicit behavior. He was hesitant to respond, considering her past experiences with sexual behaviors. Damnit all. Vincent stood from the ground with a sigh and approached her, slowly. She stepped into the tent and turned the heat lamp to its dimmest setting.

Vincent stepped into the tent after her, pulling off his cape and setting it on his bedroll. Once aside, Vincent approached Laena. His body was inches away from hers, back to front. So close, yet so far. Reaching his gauntleted hand out, he grasped her shoulder, holding in a soft grip. With his hand on her shoulder, he inched forward, pressing their bodies together.

“I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want me to. Understand?” He asked. Was he misinterpreting the look she gave him? He couldn’t help not thinking that, making himself anxious and uncertain of himself and his feelings. She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder. His head was inches from hers, his eyes never left her. They burned with an intense flame that coursed through Laena. 

“Understood. But I ask that you be patient with me. Please?” She told. He nodded, leaning his head forward, pressing their heads together.

“I will. I would rather feed myself to a horde of Death Claws than force you into something you aren’t ready for.” He said. Laena chuckled and kicked off her boots. Her feet came in contact with the furs that she had collected over the travels.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She responded. Vincent chuckled and stepped back, pulling off his gauntlet, gloves, and boots with the gold sabatons. “I must admit, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do now, only what’s to come, and even then I’m still...” She fiddled with her hands and turned around as she fell silent, looking away from Vincent. He reached a bare hand forward, brushing her hair from her shoulder.

“Then let me take the lead. I’ll be as slow as you want me to be. And I promise you that I will never do anything to hurt you on purpose. You can trust me, Laena.” He said. His head leaned in closer to her neck, breathing on it softly. She shivered at his breath on her neck.

“I know I can.” She whispered. Vincent’s eyes stuck to her neck. He subtly bit his lower lip as he stared. His hand on her shoulder lowered to her waist with his other in tow. He was very careful with touching her, being wary of setting off a reaction.

“Do you trust me enough to let me kiss your neck?” He asked. She nodded. He raised a hand from her waist to her chin, turning her head to look at her. “Use your words, Laena.”

“I trust you.”

“Thank you, Laena.” He pressed his lips to her neck, softly kissing along her skin. Her hands clenched and her body shivered at the touch of his lips on her neck. She gasped as he licked at her neck, his hand instinctively clawing at her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him.

“Vincent.” She whisper-moaned. He pulled away from her neck.

“Yes?” He questioned. His voice hit right in her ear and sent shockwaves down her body, making her shiver. Vincent chuckled to himself as he felt her shudder against him, showing she was getting ready. “You’re aroused, aren’t you, Laena?”

“You seem pleased at that.” She said. He hummed and nodded, leaning into her neck once more.

“Yes, I am, especially because I have your consent and trust.” He said. He kissed her neck again, his hands beginning to instinctively claw again on her waist. Laena began reaching for the bottom of her shirt, only for Vincent to reach first and pull it off over her head. Once her shirt was off, he went for the clasps of her bra, expertly unclasping it and tossing it aside. She felt tense as Vincent stepped away, his eyes scanning over her. She was beautiful, full of life, and plump at the touch. His hand reached out, his fingers dancing along her collarbone. She was soft to the touch, like velvet over a fire.

“You are very beautiful, Laena. You should be worshipped like the Goddess you are, and I gladly will.” He said and leaned in, kissing her fully on the lips. 

And then he kissed me, with all the power he could muster, making up for all the moons, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds our chapped lips hadn’t been touching, and finally, finally it felt like the world wasn’t burning around me.

She gasped into the kiss, her hands raising and grabbing his shoulders. Her chest bloomed and grew heavy at his careful touch and kiss, sending her into overdrive with emotions she has never felt before from a man. His kiss radiated down her spine as he stole her last breath, a chill rushed through her core and the goosebumps that followed were inevitable. As their tongues locked and slide against each other, her heart fluttered with desire and its steady drumbeat silently made its way between her thighs. She was indeed kissed, kissed by a gentleman, a gentleman who know how to kiss her soul.

The last time she felt this happy was during her moments with her mother, Valaena. Her eyes grew wet with tears. Not tears of sadness, anguish, regret, or fear, but joy and happiness, and relief. This was it…the feeling she had wanted for so long.

Vincent pulled away from her lips, his forehead pressing against hers as his eyes met hers, seeing the glossy tears in them.

“Are you alright, Laena?” He asked. She stared at him, her mind going blank for a moment as she tried to find the words to tell him she was indeed alright. I don’t know how to feel, but I wanna try. I don’t know how to feel, but someday I might. Someday I might. I think I forgot how to be happy, something I’m not, but can be. Something I’ve waited for. She could only nod at him, a smile slowly forming on her lips.

“I am now.”

Vincent stilled as he heard her speak. Her mind swam with thoughts and feelings, as did his. How should I initiate this? What can I do to make her comfortable? What can I do to make her happy? What can I do to keep her safe from her mind and Shinra? Nothing, but I will die trying. 

“You seemed lost for a moment.” He observed. A hand lowered from his shoulders and grabbed a hand of his, interlocking fingers. Vincent looked towards their joined hands before looking back up at her.

“I’m just…happy.” She responded. He felt his mind go silent with his concerns as he heard those words. He was relieved that he was doing something right for her. The fact that something so minimal as a kiss worked to ease her comforted him and relieved him. He would do anything for her to help her become comfortable with this experience. She released his hand and removed her other hand from his shoulder, instead going to his attire. Her hands went to the buckles, unbuckling them and pulling the top off once completely open, tossing it to the ground of the tent. 

She stared at his form, eyeing the several scars that covered him. Alongside the scars, his skin was just as pale as his face, and no hair grew on his chest, except the coarse patch on his lower stomach that went into his pants, his arms were the same, covered with thin sparse black hair. She reached out a hand, her finger caressing the y-shaped scar that went from his chest to his stomach, making him shiver and grab her wrist. She jolted at the sudden touch and looked up at him. She expected anger and disgust from her touching him, but when she saw his eyes she was met with gentleness and slight fear.

“No one has…ever seen me like this. Am I repulsive to you?” He asked. She shook her head quickly and lowered her head, her lips hovering over the scar. She glanced up at him through her eyelashes and pressed a gentle kiss to the middle of the scar. He sucked in air and ran his hands through her hair. He kissed the top of her head. Such a simple act of intimacy and both of us are drunk on it. As she kissed him, she took in his scent, a sweet concoction of beauty. Plums, jasmine, and red berries made him up. Scents as beautiful as him.

Laena stepped back. She reached her hands out toward his pants, before hesitating and looking up at him. He nodded and she began unbuckling his pants. Halfway through the process, she seized and turned her back on him. He knew she was afraid, and he didn’t want to pressure her into continuing if she was fearful. He removed his pants, letting them fall to the ground, and stepping out of them. Vincent grabbed her hand, holding it gently as his thumb caressed the back of it.

“I’m sorry.” She apologized. He shook his head, stepping forward but keeping a bit of space between them.

“Don’t be. It’s alright to be afraid in your case.” He fell silent, listening to her breathing and any signs of her being uncomfortable, but found one. “Do you wish to continue?” She nodded.

“Don’t agree just because I want to be close to you. Think for yourself, Laena. Do you really wish to continue?” He repeated. She paused and thought about it. She had been with the party a while, and through that time she and Vincent had grown close, first as friends, and now as potential interests. Potential? Be realistic, Laena. She liked him. She really liked Vincent. He was kind to her, gentle, careful, and understanding. Vincent had never pressured her into speaking out about what happened to her as Cid did which resulted in a heated argument between Cid and Vincent after Laena disappeared from camp crying her heart out, or questioning why she had a key with a small flower charm on her at all times. Both of them were damaged souls that were chewed up and spat out by Shinra, but they both found comfort in each other's presence and words.

“I do wish to continue, Vincent.” She said. Vincent nodded and stepped forward more, his body meeting hers. His hands went to her sides, going down to her pants. She grabbed his wrist as he went to the laces of her pants. She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes wet with tears once more. 

“Sor-” Vincent silenced her apology by kissing her once more. She held the back of his head as he kissed her, his black hair seeping through her thin fingers. The kiss distracted her as he unlaced her pants. A stray tear ran down her cheek, which Vincent wiped away as he pulled from the kiss.

“I don’t want you to apologize to me ever again for something out of your control, Laena,” Vincent whispered. She nodded and turned once more to face him. He leaned forward, kissing her on the forehead. He pulled back after a brief moment, looking her in the eyes.

“I’m going to remove your pants. Is that alright with you?” Vincent asked. She looked at him for a brief moment, thinking about his question, and nodding. Slowly, he knelt to one knee before her, his hands, large and warm, went to the waistband of her pants, pulling them down along with her panties slowly in case she wanted him to stop. But she never stopped him. As he pulled them down, his lips ghosted over her stomach, before slowly pressing a kiss to her skin, making her gasp and shudder. He chuckled and stood from his knee, reaching up and running a hand through her hair. She stepped her legs out of the pants, putting them aside.

“You are very beautiful, Laena. Contrary to what you believe of yourself, but it is what I believe. You are very beautiful.” He whispered. She pressed her lips together and looked down, her pale cheeks blushing. He held a finger under her chin and lifted her head.

“Don’t hide yourself. I want to see that face and every reaction you have to me.” Vincent said. She slowly nodded and reluctantly met his eyes.

“What now?” She asked. Vincent smiled and placed his hands on her hips and picked her up into his arms. She stared at him like he was crazy for the forward movement, but accepted it willingly. He was warm. Very warm, and full of hard muscle. And that was just his chest. Several smaller scars covered him but were only noticeable when she was much closer. They almost faded completely into his skin, like they didn’t exist, but when she held a hand to his shoulder to support herself in his grasp, she could feel them. 

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, you are very light.” Carefully, he lowered to his knees and laid her on the furs of her bedroll, her legs spreading to fit him between them. Several were collected just for the sake of not being close to anyone on cold nights. Before her feelings for Vincent grew strong to where they are now, she refused to be close to him in any way out of both fear and discomfort. What was coming goes far beyond sleeping close to each other. 

“What are you planning to do to me now, Vincent?” She asked. Her voice was low and meek, full of curiosity but hints of fear, which was easily picked up by Vincent. He placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb caressing the skin.

“I am going to prepare you before I do anything too drastic. Is that alright with you?” He asked. His eyes bore into hers, full of lust and desire, but also care and love. She nodded, he shook his head and held a finger under her chin, “Speak, Laena. I will not answer to your silence.”

“Yes, it’s alright with me, Vincent.” 

“Thank you, Laena.” Removing his finger from her chin, Vincent held a hand to her collarbone, his fingers caressing her skin, going lower and lower until reaching her lower stomach. Her body shivered as he did so, making goosebumps rise along where he touched her. He was amused by her reaction, getting pleasure from the way she took it, but not enough to drive him further without getting her complete trust in what is to come.

He pressed a kiss to her lips, soft and gentle, but full of fire and passion. With both the kiss and his hand on her stomach, she felt her arousal growing higher, making her wet, but also confused. Vincent pulled back and looked at her puzzled face.

“What is it?” He asked. She opened her mouth to speak but struggled to find the right words to describe what she was feeling and thinking of. Until she finally did speak, and her cheeks grew bright pink.

“Why am I…oh, this is embarrassing.” She said and covered her face with her hands. Vincent chuckled and grasped her wrist, massaging the skin carefully.

“You can tell me anything, Laena. What is it?” He asked. She exhaled and lowered her hands from her face, still having rosy cheeks. She continued to struggle to speak, both out of disgust with how her body felt so needy and fearful of how Vincent would react to her.

“Down there, why am I…” She giggled nervously and turned her head away from him. Then he got her meaning, also chuckling along with her. She was so innocent, and cute, but Vincent must remember why she approached this with that reaction.

“Wet, hmm?” He asked, a small grin on his face. She nodded and turned her head back to look at him. “It’s a reaction, Laena. It’s your body preparing yourself and making you wet to decrease the risk of painful friction and injuries.”

“Oh. I didn’t know it could do that.” She spoke. Vincent said nothing to respond, but in the back of his mind, he knew why she never experienced that. So many life experiences were robbed from her in that damn tower, and he was furious. But now was not the time to be thinking of that, but instead taking her mind off it and giving her the pleasure she was never able to experience.

His fingers on her stomach caressed her skin while his other hand went to her thigh, kneading the skin and easing any potential discomfort.

“Is it alright if I touch you lower?” He asked. Laena looked at him, confused at his question, until it hit her. She blushed profusely and slowly nodded. She knew it was necessary, but the possibility of whatever feeling she was gonna get terrified her. This is Vincent Valentine, not the President. I have nothing to fear from him. 

“Yes.” She responded. He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. His hand went even lower from her lower stomach, eventually coming to her folds. Her hands reached his shoulders as he ran his fingers along her slit. Laena bit her lower lip to keep herself quiet, but the way her legs quivered and her hips instinctively rocked against his hand gave her away. Vincent grinned.

“Good girl.” He praised. She whimpered as she heard him speak, her body also reacting to his words. She grew wetter, and Vincent chuckled.

“It seems you liked that.” He commented. Her cheeks grew enflamed once more.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Laena whined. He laughed lowly and shook his head.

“My apologies, I did not intend to make you think that. I was making an observation, is all.” He said. Before she could respond to his response, she lowly moaned as his fingers gathered her wetness and spread it over her folds and clit, making her legs shiver once more. His mind began growing foggy as he heard her reaction. Such a sweet sound. He grinned once more at her.

“Such a beautiful sound, like music to my ears.” He said. She covered her face with her hands once more, hiding herself.

“Shut up.” She said. He chuckled and leaned his head into her neck, pressing his lips to her pulse. Her heart beat like crazy under her skin, even more as his lips held their place on the artery. Her hands remained on his shoulders, tightening as he continued using his fingers on her. When he slipped one of his fingers inside her, she whined and dug her nails into his skin.

“You’re so warm, Laena.” He spoke, his lips still on her neck, steadily going lower. Lower and lower until his lips touched her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, her stomach, until he was hunched over Laena, his lips barely ghosting her very inner thigh and his arms sliding underneath her thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes asking the question for him.

“Yes.” She whispered. He smiled a smile that made his eyes crinkle and gleam. He leaned in slowly. He breathed out on her clit, making her shudder, the hot breath tickling her nerves. Her hands now found purchase on the furs beneath her, holding it tightly in her hands. His tongue came out, licking up her slit, her legs quivered in her response and her mouth fell open, a loud whine coming from her lips. His tongue spoke a thousand strokes. Dirty Valentine.

“V-Vincent..!” She whined. Thank God their tent was further from camp. He grinned, though she could not see it. One hand came to her clit, his thumb pressing down, and rubbing in slow circles. Laenas’ breath grew heavy as Vincent worked her, eventually moaning as his other hand raised and he dove a finger inside her, still licking and tasting her wetness. Just like herself, her taste was sweet. Sweet like melons, figs, and prunes, and the strongness of these tastes further fuzzed his mind as he continued. 

He looked up at her, his pupils dilating to all hell as he saw her eyes were sealed shut and her cheeks were rosy. She was just as lost as he was. Very carefully, he slipped a second finger inside her, making her yelp in shock and arch her back off the furs. He shushed her lightly.

“Shh, it’s alright.” He said before lifting his thumb from her clit, instead replacing it with the tip of his tongue. She writhed beneath his tongue, and her nails dug into the furs she laid on, they were steadily growing damp from the sweat that culminated on her skin.

“Please, I want…it feels so good, but I want…” She fell silent from the feelings that sent her mind into overdrive. Vincent pulled back and looked up at her. Her eyes were dazed and glossy, barely focusing on him. His fingers moved slowly inside her, gathering her arousal and stretching her for him.

“What do you want, my dear?” He asked. Laena couldn’t get the words out, her breath too heavy to speak and her mind too far gone with these first-time feelings she was experiencing. But, when she was able to speak, she was still struggling. She struggled even more when she saw him stick his fingers that were previously inside her into his mouth, tasting her even on his fingers and tongue.

“You. I want to feel all of you.” She whispered. He hummed and nodded. He was amused with her reaction, and a part of him was growing confident in himself and what he could do. He steadily moved back upwards, his lips ghosting over her skin once more before he was face level with her. Vincent pressed a kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself on him. One of his hands held her hip while the other held her thigh, raising the leg. Her eyes shot open when she felt the tip of his cock brushing her clit. She whimpered against his lips as she felt it, also calling his attention to it. He pulled himself from her lips.

“You’re not scared, are you? If you are, I can continue with my fingers instead.” He offered. She shook her head. Something within her stirred, making her bring a hand off the furs and down to his cock, the hand wrapping around him. It was his turn for his cheeks to flush. He groaned at her touch and his head fell back, his face scrunching.

“What you did to me with your mouth, I want to do to you.” She spoke. Vincent was bewildered by her newfound boldness and confidence, but he didn’t fight it. But, he did shake his head.

“Not tonight. Tonight is about you and you alone, Laena.” Vincent spoke through his reactions to her. She sighed and nodded. She knew where he was coming from, he was looking out for her, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to do the same. Another time, perhaps. She released her hand from around him, instead going to his jawline, and her other hand followed.

“Another time?”

“Another time.”

Vincent leaned his head forward, connecting their foreheads, and staring into her eyes, the green meeting the red in an intimate swirl of desire, lust, and love. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he spoke up.

“I feel wrong touching you like this. Like it’s a sin for someone like me to touch and taste you in all these special places. I shall be judged a sinner by God for feeling this way for one of his angels.” His eyes opened as he finished speaking, they were dazed and unfocused as he looked at her. She rose a brow at him.

“God may judge you, but his sins outnumber your own.” They both stared at each other for a moment, before she chuckled. 

“Did you just come up with that?”

“Yes, I did and I do not know where it came from.” He smiled. The hand on her hip raised to her cheek, caressing her with such tender and gentleness.

“Your mind is as beautiful as the rest of you.” He dropped his hands from her, instead placing them on the furs under her and holding his weight up over her body. His eyes remained to stare into her own, but gone was the lust and desire, instead care and love filled them.

“Are you ready? Or do you want me to continue touching you?” He asked. She shook her head, her fingers still on his jawline.

“I’m ready.” She said. He nodded. His long hair brushed along the sides of her face, tickling her and making her smile. He tutted and lowered his head to her chest, his lips ghosting over her skin once more.

“But first…” His eyes landed on her breasts. His lips moved to them, inches away from making contact, his breath hitting her skin and making goosebumps form. A hand removed itself from the furs, going to touch her left breast carefully. His hand was warm against her skin. His lips made contact with her right breast, kissing it and making her gasp and shudder beneath him.

“Oh, oh, Vincent.” She moaned and placed her hands on his head, his black hair spilling from between her fingers. He hummed against her skin while his hand was on her left breast. He took his time, nipping and kissing the skin of her breast while his hand caressed her other one. Until he wrapped his lips around her hardening nipple, making her groan while his hand pinched the other one.

“Vince-!” The call of his name fell silent when he bit down on her nipple, but her mouth remained open with a silent cry. Vincent chuckled and pulled away from her body.

“Apologies, but they were calling my name, Laena.” He said with a cheeky grin on his face. She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him.

“Oh, shut up.” She said, chuckling to herself. He grinned and dropped his hands from her body, instead placing one by her side while the other went to himself. She looked down to where his hand went, her eyes widening with both surprise and a tiny bit of fear. His size was large, very large, and very thick. Hot and hard as steel. How the hell was he walking around with that in those tight leather pants? He noticed her surprise.

“Are you scared? Or just surprised?” Vincent asked. Laena shook her head, moving her hands to his shoulders. They were very strong, much like the rest of him.

“No, not scared, but surprised. You are certainly, ehm, large.” Laena responded. He smiled and pressed their foreheads together once more, their eyes connecting as well.

“Which is why I wanted to properly prepare you, dear.” He responded. The hand that went to himself wrapped around his shaft, rubbing himself along her clit, further stimulating her. Her hands on his shoulders tightened and dug her nails into his skin. She moaned quietly and tilted her head back into the bedroll.

“Oh, oh, Vincent, please, I want you.” She pleaded. He nodded. His head went into the side of her neck. The hand on his shaft went to her thigh, holding her as he began the slow descent of sliding inside her.

She whined and whimpered as the tip of his cock split into her. He deeply moaned in her ear at the feeling of her warm wetness around him. The sound right in her ear made her clench around his tip. Fire ran through her veins, setting her nerves alight. He stopped when the noise of her reached his ears.

“Do you want more or do you need a minute?” He asked. Laena shook her head. Her breath grew heavy very quickly at the feeling and the sensations that ran through her.

“Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t ever stop.” Vincent was baffled by how vulgar she suddenly became. But it was a welcome surprise. He felt like he was seeing the real Laena beneath the disguise she mustered from her captivity. She pressed a hand between his shoulder blades, nails continuing to dig into his skin while the other grabbed at the furs beneath her, hanging on for dear life and keeping her mind in one piece. 

His own went to her thigh, while his other trailed up her arm with gentle caresses until threading their fingers together, pressing their joined hand into the furs. He was careful with Laena, even as he slowly inched deeper inside her until he was buried to the hilt. The stretch of her walls around him after much build-up was nothing short of euphoric for both of them. She writhed beneath him, and her cheeks flushed. Her walls pulsed around him, making his restraint begin to grow thin. He was surrounded by only her. Her touch, her scent, and her presence. He wanted to give in to the animalistic desires that grew in him, but he knew he had to hold back for her sake.

Her comfort must come before his pleasure.

“Still alright?” He asked. She didn’t trust her words, so she nodded. In truth, it was perfect. He felt utterly divine inside her, hitting all the spots and reaching places inside her she never knew existed. Her grip on their joined hands tightened when he slowly started thrusting inside her at a slow and steady pace. Nothing too fast for her, but enough that had her legs shaking. Enough for her back to arch off the furs and press her chest against his own and her head fell back, exposing her throat to him. 

His lips ran over her throat, before kissing along the skin. Just like the rest of her, he was careful to not leave any mark along her skin that was too noticeable. It was nothing short of relief with him inside her, their hands joined and his lips kissing her. 

Laena wrapped her trembling legs around his waist, pulling him close to her and deeper inside her. Vincent grinned at her advancement, pleasantly surprised at her initiative. She felt like she could cry from the sheer intensity of the new angle as his cock reached deeper inside her, but she held it back with a bite of her lip.

“Keep biting like that and you’ll bleed.”

“Will you kiss it better if it does?”

“I’ll kiss every inch of you if you asked it of me, Laena.” She smiled and chuckled. She moved her hips against his as he thrust. He pause and looked at her, whispering an apology as she moaned.

“Don’t be sorry. I want you to move more, Vincent.” She whispered. He nodded and pressed a kiss to her lips as he increased the pace. Her toes curled around his waist in a reaction. She moaned against his lips, stifling the sound so no one would hear how she was practically drooling over his cock. 

But that would be difficult with the sounds of their thighs and pelvis meeting. The tent was filled with the sounds and the smell of sweat and sex. Laena’s hand between his shoulders went into his hair, yanking his head back. His face was also red, and his eyes were closed. He groaned at her action and Vincent continued to groan when her lips met his neck, kissing and licking as he did her. 

He thrust faster and harder in response to her. She cried against his skin. She released his hair, her hand joining the one between his shoulders, and continuing to dig her nails into his skin. Her eyes went wide as she felt something burning within her lower stomach and her walls tightening around Vincent. His groans became low as he felt her approaching her finish. He was anxious to feel her come around him and him coming inside her, but she was afraid of that feeling.

“V…Vincent, what is that?” She asked with her head still in his neck and lips inches from his skin. Their joined hands tensed tighter. Vincent almost didn’t respond from the feeling of her tightening around him, the feeling melting his mind. God, it has been too long since he had last felt this. When he heard her speak, he shook the feeling from him and answered.

“Don’t fight it, Laena. It is the precipice of your pleasure approaching.” He responded. She pulled her head from his neck and looked at him. Her eyes were still wide and full of confusion and fear. Only when he saw the look on her face he did listen to her.

“But, what is it? I’m scared.” She said. He slowed his thrusts down to a slower pace and looked at her. He placed a kiss on her forehead before he reassured her.

“It’s an orgasm, my dear. It is a sudden and involuntary release of sexual tension. It won’t hurt you, Laena.” He reassured. She nodded. He reached for her lips, kissing her once more and pouring all his feelings into it. He picked his pace up once more, Laena yelped against his lips when he reached a spot inside her that made her legs tremble and her tightening around him grow more intense. Vincent smiled and chuckled.

“There you are. Oh, yeah, that felt good, do it again.” He said and hit that spot again. Tears welled in Laena’s eyes from the stimulation of that spot. Vincent groaned much louder as she tightened around him once more. He released their hands and brought his between them, his thumb stimulating and rubbing her clit.

“Come on, my dear. Come for me, Laena. I’m right behind you.” He said, his breath becoming heavy as he grew close. She dug her nails harder into Vincent’s skin, beginning to moan louder. He grew restless and relentless, the same feelings he wanted to suppress to not frighten her. But she was too far gone to care. In fact, she liked it very much.

“Vince, please…kiss me, or I might scream.” She begged. He nodded and instantly attached their lips once more, silencing her cries and screams from her impending climax. One last thrust to that spot sent her over the edge. Her eyes widened and she squealed against his lips. She tightened around him once more as she came around him. He pulled away from her lips as her cries died down.

“Fuck, Vincent, that feels so good, you feel so good. Oh, you’re so perfect, so perfect.” Her praises were endless, and also slurred together as his finger continued stimulating her and his cock continued thrusting inside her.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his hips stilled and he came inside her with a groan. Though her legs were already squirming, they did so much harder at the feeling of him filling her. He released his hold on her thigh and his thumb on her clit, instead now holding himself above her to not crush her with him. She wouldn’t have it, she wanted him close to her. She pulled him down, their chests meeting. The tent was filled with them breathing and panting for breath 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked. She shook her head. He kissed her cheek before pulling himself from her. She whined in weak protest. His eyes wandered down to her cunt, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous pride as he watched his release flow from her. He raised a finger, collecting what spilled out on his fingers before pushing it back inside her. She trembled and whimpered. He smiled and grabbed her in his arms, moving her to her side and laying beside her.

“What did you just do?” She asked. Her voice was low and scratchy from her cries and moans. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed the back of her neck.

“Keeping it in. I don’t want to dirty these nice furs you have.” He said.

[aeriscallanga]

That one BNHA OC...

#618

submitted by anonymous

[hiramaris]

Dusk Fragments #3

Summary: He has you by his side but your heart has always been with her. It's a battle he knew he'd lost anyway.

Pairing: Platonic Jake x Gender Neutral MC & Mentions of Jessy x Gender Neutral MC & Jake x OC

“You're staring.”

Jake's eyes darted from you to turn to the redhead before him. Her voice was gentle but great amusement was dancing across her cerulean orbs. The stinging pain from the cotton ball this person– Aerith, he reminded himself– was using to dab across his cheek- was a harsh reminder of his current predicament. It felt like a bee sting, and he couldn't help but wince.

Jake closed his eyes momentarily. He'd been dying to close them for minutes already, but the temptation to look and observe you had always been stronger. Maybe if he didn't open them, he could pretend he hadn't been caught staring by your subordinate of all people.

“Chief got you good, huh?” Aerith continued as she tended to his wounds, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the situation.

Jake slightly opened one tired eye, and it didn't escape him how her gaze wandered towards you. You were currently engrossed in a serious conversation with Charlotte. Your eyes occasionally glanced toward their spot, which told him he was probably the topic of conversation with Charlotte.

"They have to do it, you know?" Aerith's voice brought him back to the present.

“Who?” Jake asked simply despite knowing exactly who she was talking about.

“Chief L/n.”

Jake fell silent for a moment, contemplating whether he should discuss these matters with anyone other than you. “I know Y/n’s plans. We have talked about this possibility long before something went wrong with our plans.”

Aerith raised an eyebrow. “I figured. You wouldn't be willingly so compliant with us if the chief hadn't told you anything.”

 “What do you mean?” Jake's voice was gruff, still carrying the discomfort from the injuries he'd sustained. He winced slightly as Aerith applied a bandage to one of his facial cuts that you had given him.

Aerith didn’t speak for a moment, choosing to grab some bandage to put on some cuts he had on his face. You really got him good; broken nose, a couple of bruises and cuts, and all that.

"You'd given CIA some trouble pinning you down, you know? Not that I'm surprised given how incompetent their system is. If I were assigned to track you down, I would have wrapped it up before it all went sideways,” she remarked, a smug grin playing on her lips. Jake, despite his current state, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her audaciousness. “Anyway, what I mean is... a man of your nature would pretty much prefer to be killed or be locked up rather than work with us. You were pretty vocal about your hatred of us, so it was quite surprising to see you being so compliant.”

“I trust, Y/n,” Jake answered almost automatically like it was normal as breathing. Like it was supposed to be the only reason. But even though he said that, a part of him is starting to question his own beliefs.

“Yeah, sure.” Aerith eyes him skeptically, unable to believe his words. “After they beat you up earlier in front of hundreds of agents and CIA officials no less, can you still say that you trust our Chief?”

The memory flashed back in his mind for a brief moment. Despite his absolute trust in you, he couldn’t help the sudden fear that bubbled up in him when you walked towards him earlier. Eyes devoid of emotions met his helpless ones as you kicked and tossed him around in front of so many people.

Feeling such enormous pain spiking up in his body almost broke his resolve. It almost made him think that he was truly indeed captured by you, and he’ll probably meet his demise in your hands.

However, he knew you. He knew you better than he knew anyone else, even himself. And he knew that the act was part of a grander scheme, a plan that involved protecting something much bigger. But that didn't mean it was easy to endure.

“I was beginning to question that myself.” He couldn't help but mutter, voice hoarse from his throat feeling so dry.

Aerith laughed softly at that. “Don't take it to heart though. Chief had to do that to ensure your custody falls on us rather than the CIA. And I guarantee you that we are the best shot you got."

Jake continued to eye her skeptically. He was only here because he trusted your words. But in this unfamiliar territory, trust was a fragile thing.

“I'm going to be blunt. CIA wants you dead,” Aerith stated matter-of-factly as she handed him an ice pack for the swelling bruise on his right eye, her demeanor remarkably casual given the gravity of her words. “Chief had to take drastic measures to prevent that from happening.”

“Beating me up sounds so helpful,” Jake mumbled sarcastically. He wasn’t angry at you by any means, but he was rather frustrated about the whole situation. The only thing he was holding onto was the words you had told him when you were both in the car, and that was what kept him going.

“Can you maybe stop predicting things, Jake?”

“You and I both know how this will all end.”

“Do we?” You challenged, a small smirk creeping into your features. “Maybe we should start trying for a few alternatives.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know if you’ll approve but I think I can help your defection to the FBI.”

“Y/n, they are after me, remember? In what world would they allow me to have clearance?”

“As far as I’m concerned only the CIA wants your head and we’re just tasked to capture you. But what if, Jake? What if you prove that your skills will be valuable to our Agency?”

“It does.” Aerith’s answer made him snap back to reality. “Chief has to make sure that our Agency is fully capable of controlling, even subduing you if necessary. By beating you up, it serves that the Chief held you by the neck.”

Jake pursed his lips, almost wincing due to the cut on his lips. It felt like this woman was spouting nonsense but the possibility that was your way to help him, never mind that it hurts like hell, is something that he could see you’ll do.

"I see."

****

“You're staring again.”

Jake sighed, realizing that his eyes had been locked on your figure. You were slouched in your office chair, engrossed in your phone, staring at what seemed to be a picture of Jessy. There was a distant longing in your eyes that Jake wished he could fulfill, but he knew well enough that he couldn't be the one you were yearning for.

“What do you want?” His voice came out colder than he intended. However, Aerith didn't seem to mind.

“Chief said that people like us who spend most of our time in front of our computers find it difficult to connect with people and understand their feelings,” she mused as she swiveled her chair back and forth.

The office around them was quiet, with only the soft hum of computers and distant chatter from other agents. It was a stark contrast to the intensity of their recent missions, a temporary respite from the action.

“And your point is?”

“Tell me if I'm wrong but it seemed to me that you are harboring unrequited feelings for our Chief.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her blunt assessment. “And what, pray tell, made you come to that conclusion?”

She shrugged, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “I have never met someone who could tear my eyes away from a computer screen for as long as you just did. You’ve been staring at Chief for minutes already! Either you like the Chief or you’re probably planning their murder already, which is highly unlikely, so I assumed it would be the former."

“You’re awfully perceptive, it’s scary.”

“It’s a perk one must have if you have to be in Gamma,” Aerith replied nonchalantly, leaning back in her chair. “You’ve worked with Chief before, right? Then you have probably seen firsthand how scarily perceptive and manipulative they are.”

Jake raised an eyebrow at that but did not comment.

"In a good way, of course!" She hastily added, realizing her choice of words might sound negative.

Jake sighed and nodded. "Y/n is a good agent. They manage to notice things I wouldn’t. And their emotional intelligence is something that shouldn’t be overlooked."

Aerith grinned, seemingly satisfied with his response. "Well, our Chief has sung nothing but praises about you. Not that we need another hacker in our team because I’m awesome already,” she began to quip making Jake quirk a small smile behind his mask, “but I can say it's a relief to know that someone as capable as you are on our team. Let's just hope Chief doesn't catch on to your... affections. It could get complicated."

Jake's expression grew serious. “I don't intend to let it affect our work. Y/n is a dedicated leader, and I respect that.”

Aerith chuckled. “Well, let's just hope your feelings don't get in the way of your judgment.”

Jake didn't reply, but his troubled expression spoke volumes.

****

“You shouldn’t be staring.”

Jake pursed his lips but didn’t tear his eyes away from the monitor. He had spent months already hearing this voice so he was already familiar with it.

“I think I should be. This is our task after all.”

“I think the right word should be ‘watching.’” Aerith points out with an eyebrow raised. “We need to watch all 50 monitors not one.”

He sighed. She’s right. He shouldn’t be just watching the monitor you’re only in. Such incompetence could compromise not only this mission but as well as his clearance.

Watching every monitor is of importance as such it will help you navigate your way through your culprit’s location without compromising your presence to them. And that’s where the tech team comes through. The Tech team comprises Aerith and him so technically they’re not too many in the team but as a person who’s used to working alone, he felt like it was too crowded.

He’d like to think that’s the case but in reality, it just doesn’t feel the same when he’s not working with you. Aerith is a good company, but she’s not you.

“I am just wondering if it’s such a good idea for Y/n to be alone infiltrating the base and we’re just here watching and sitting when we could be much of help to them.”

“Chief prefers to work alone. We’re just here to provide any means they may need if such a situation arises. In any case that we’ll be there with them, we’re just going to be a liability to them.” Jake was about to open his mouth, but Aerith continued speaking. “Even if they need backup, they would have brought Charlotte and the others with them.”

“But the others have their own mission to attend to.”

“Exactly. This is why it’s just the three of us.” Aerith rolls her eyes at him before throwing a snack bar on his face that he almost barely caught. “So sit your ass down and let’s do our job.”

****

“What were you thinking, Jake?” Your voice rises significantly at every syllable and Jake could only stare at you. “I already got it! You shouldn’t have done that! What if you got killed for Christ’s sake!”

“I’m not gonna say ‘I told you so.’” Aerith whispered against him as Jake found himself being bandaged again by her.

As it seems, Jake doesn’t have the presence of mind to think about his own safety whenever he sees you’re in trouble. After Aerith told him to just do their jobs, his eyes caught one of the monitors of a room next to where you are. There were at least a dozen armed people waiting for you at the door.

Aerith was busy barking up warnings your way to notice Jake bolting out of the van and into the scene. Long story short, his impulsiveness got him shot in his shoulder, the mission was a success despite some shortcomings and now, you’re mad at him.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters so low that Aerith might be the only one who heard it. “There’s just so many of them… I–“ he paused and finally looked at you. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

The fire in your eyes didn’t die down at his words and Jake knew then it wasn’t the right choice of words.

“I’m not yours to lose.” Your reply was swift and unthinkable. It doesn’t need thinking because Jake knew it was a fact. You were not his to lose. Never were and never will.

It felt like a punch in the gut. Hell, that hurt much more than the bullet that pierced his skin, and yet he didn’t know how to react. In fact, he’s not sure what his face looked like right now and he badly hopes you couldn’t see in his eyes how those words affected him.

Even Aerith froze at your choice of words but remained quiet. She knew this was a subject matter she shouldn’t even be hearing.

It took a moment of silence before your words sank in you. Closing your eyes, you plopped down the nearest cushion before addressing the redhead, “Ae, are you done? Can you give us a moment, please?”

“I’m just about done,” Aerith replies as she secures the last gauze on Jake’s arms. She stood up, “I’m just going to buy some coffee. You guys need anything? Uhm… no? Okay.”

When Aerith left, Jake didn’t dare to look up from his seat but the feeling of the cushion pressing down beside him let him know you sat down next to him.

“I’m sorry,” you began, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No… I shouldn't have said what I said. What I did was foolish as well.”

A firm hand was placed on his shoulder, forcing him to look up. “I’m sorry for forcing you into a life like this. I know this isn’t what you had in mind.”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/n. There’s not much choice in the matter. Either I get killed, die in prison, or join your team.”

“I know. But if you hadn’t come into the mine with me, you wouldn’t have ended up here.”

“It’s my choice. I wanted to ensure you’re safe. And that stands until now.”

“Jake…” You sighed. “You shouldn’t be making a choice based on me. Look where it’s gotten you. You’re stuck in a job you didn’t want under the same people who were chasing after you a couple of months ago.”

“I have no regrets, Y/n. I hope you know that.” He said firmly. “I don’t ever regret meeting you, knowing you and…” he paused, not sure if it’s even appropriate to say it, but he said it anyway,” loving you.”

He can see you’re trying to make a neutral expression, but your eyes never fail to hide what you truly feel, and yet this time, he saw it beneath the cracks of your mask. There was a brief surprise in them. If it’s a surprise about his feelings for you or the fact that Jake finally voices out the words that remained unspoken for months, he didn’t know which.

For someone like Jake who has known warmth solely from the presence of his mom, his beanie and hoodie, and his ever-trusty laptop, he never knew what loving and caring for someone feels like, however, his actions for the past months have been more vocal than his voice ever could. And for someone perceptive as you, he wouldn’t be surprised you’d already catch on his feelings the first week.

It also didn’t help when he found out that you have taken a particular liking to Jessica Hawkins. So even without confessing, he already knew he lost the battle without even starting.

“I’m not saying this for you to say it back.” He continued after a minute of deafening silence. “Just…” He clenches his fist. “Just let me feel this, Y/n. It will go away eventually. Just give me some time.” Some time to desensitize myself from the ache I’m feeling from having you but not truly having you.

You gazed at him, your lips parting briefly before closing as if you were about to say something but decided against it. You visibly swallowed, your eyes staring deep into his soul that Jake wanted to look away. “I care about you, too.” You settled on.

There was an unspoken sentence beneath those words. You cared about him. Just not the extent he wanted it to be.

“I’ve had a lot of people die under my watch. Please don’t be one of them, too.” Tears started to gather at the corner of your eyes. But you didn’t dare let them fall. Instead, you leaned back, resting against the headrest, your eyes fixated on the unseen sky beyond the van's roof. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Your words echoed his own ones making him freeze on the spot.

Had he been selfish all this time? Focusing on his love for someone who already loves someone else? Focusing on you while you were busting your ass making sure he won’t be killed?

I don’t know.

You love him. You care for him. You’re here with him. Even though it isn’t the type of love and care he wants, it was always there for him. You were giving it to him without asking anything but to stay and be alive for you. It should be enough. It should have been enough.

The ache in his chest began to dissipate, replaced by a comforting warmth swelling within him. Taking a deep breath, he mustered up the courage to take your cold hands against his warm ones. A flash of surprise flickered in your eyes, but you didn’t dare pull your hands away.

“I don’t want to lose you either.” He mutters softly. This time his words didn’t anger you. It was then you knew what he meant. That he understood what you said and he finally understood what to do about what he feels.

***

“You’re staring.”

Jake blinked at the redhead before him. Somehow this scene felt awfully familiar. But this time, Aerith wasn’t here to dress his wounds nor were his eyes glued at your back.

Strange.

In the passing weeks, he realized a newfound appreciation for the color red. Not the crimson of blood, but the allure of red lips, fiery hair, and flushed cheeks. When did he develop a fondness for such a hue?

“Keep staring at me like that and I’m starting to think you’re crushing on me.” Aerith teased, her voice filled with a playful arrogance, pulling him back from his trance—clue: red hair.

"I'm not staring," he weakly defended himself. He was glad he kept the mask on. It saves him in such embarrassing prepositions like this. He mutters a soft ‘thanks’ when Aerith places the cup of coffee and a slice of red velvet cake in front of him.

Yeah, definitely not staring. Aerith can only snicker as she watches Jake’s dark orbs follow her every move.

A/n: Sorry for the long wait, guys. This has been in my drafts for months and I wasn't able to finish it when my Internship started. I was so busy I barely had the energy to write. Then the holidays came and yeah, I only got the motivation now to finish it. Anyway, just wanted to point out that I wanted to write these one-shots in different POVs. After this, I promise we're going to get crumbs on our favorite couple. Though I cannot promise I'll be able to write the next one soon. Thanks for the wait! Adios!

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AERITH'S MONTHLY OC DEBUT ASKS

Disclaimer: I do not own any of my OCs' face claims as well as the fandoms they're in, furthermore these contexts I made are purely work of fiction inspired from different scenarios, any resemblance to people, places, or other written sources are unintentional and coincidental

GIF Credits: @kwanisms

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𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: Miraculous Ladybug

𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗲: Jacques-Edmond Song

𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗔𝘀: Jaeden Song

𝗔𝗴𝗲: 17

𝗦𝗲𝘅: Male

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿: Abromantic

𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: Sapphic

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: December 6

𝗭𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗰: Sagittarius

𝗠𝗕𝗧𝗜: ENFP

𝗥𝗮𝗰𝗲: Human

𝗘𝘁𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆: Korean-White

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻(𝘀): Student, Broadway Actor, Superhero (temporarily), and Part-time Graphic artist

𝗙𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺: Hansol Vernon Chwe

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Oc in three emojis

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks and @mysticstarlightduck for tagging me !

I'll do my main wip and some others 👀

Don't get killed on the Road / Dgkotr :

Noe - 🖌️🔥😐

Madhi - 📷😨💙

Danae - 🛹🩸🐱

Prescillia - 🦩💌👗

Alec - 🎸🎧💿

Adam - 🦆👨‍🎨😎

Devyn - 🤪🍭🎉

Murders at the Carnegie Disco / Matcd :

Sheila - 🎆🍨📂

Aerith - 💜😊🎶

Madeline - 🥳✨🍳

Louis - 🎹😘👔

Frank - 😁🔑🕺

Kids, Watch out for murderers / Kwofm :

Dorothy - 🕵️‍♀️👠📌

Clifford - 👞💼🕵️‍♂️

Chester - 💞☕📋

In the Flesh :

Asher - 🔫🩸💀

Keera - 🧟‍♀️🔪💕

Sirelle - 🔪😒🥾

Play this part in my life / Ptpiml :

Sofia - 💗🎭😦

Lannah - 🔪😄🎭

If you want to be included in a taglist from any wip above, ask me !

Dgkotr tag list (ask to be -/+) :

@athenaspeculiardaughter @kaylinalexanderbooks @raiden-makoto2 @sarandipitywrites

@jaelink @aalinaaaaaa @lyutenw @buffythevampirelover

@nettleandthorne @finxi-writes @arwenschepers @corruptedbread

@whimsical-blood-fairy @unrepentantcheeseaddict @kidukami @ryns-ramblings

@rowenas-my-fave-child @mysticstarlightduck

Matcd tag list (ask to be -/+) : @canelablutegel

(+ anyone who wants to do it)

[phantasmacabre]

Sephiroth and Vincent for the meme

Yay! Thank you for asking! I have lots for Sephiroth. I believe I already did one of these for Vincent but I don't mind doing another one for you Snowy!

Sephiroth

Sexuality Headcanon: Sephiroth is a gay man and a gay icon

Gender Headcanon: AMAB

A ship I have with said character: Despite Sephiroth being one of my favorite characters I don't have many ships for him. Probably Sephiroth/Therapy is the biggest one, he deserves to be happy. I do love me some Sefikura though it's mostly when it's one sided. Sephiroth being absolutely obsessed with Cloud and Cloud wanting none of it is something I enjoy a little too much. @case-of-traxits may have also used her siren song to lure me into the SephTseng dinghy

A BROTP I have with said character: Sephiroth and Zack. I really like the dynamic they have and I hope we get some interactions with them in Rebirth since it would be heartbreaking for Zack to see the carnage his former friend leaves wherever he goes.

A NOTP I have with said character: AeriSeph, SephTi, Sephentine are my hard ones but it's just my opinion and it's a-okay if you enjoy those ships they're just not for me

A random headcanon: I have so many so I'll give a few short ones

1. Because he grew up in a lab and wore nothing but underwear and a hospital gown for the first 14 years of his life he dislikes wearing clothes, this has proved to be a huge issue in the SOLDIER locker rooms and Lazard has received many "anonymous" complaints that certain SOLDIERS are not doing their part to protect their honor

2. After Nibelheim he has a habit of watching Cloud sleep, it's one of his favorite hobbies, actually

3. His chest straps make him feel secure

4. He doesn't have many memories of Dr. Gast but those he does have are positive and include Dr. Gast telling him stories

5. He tried to escape the lab several times during his childhood which resulted in severe punishment from Hojo each time

General Opinion over said character: Along with Yuffie and Yuna, Sephiroth is my favorite Final Fantasy character. He is so beautifully and tragically written and steals every scene he's in. I could write more but we'd be here all day.

Vincent Valentine

Sexuality Headcanon: Heterosexual

Gender Headcanon: Male but he considers himself to be a monster or sub species and so will interchangeably refer to himself as it and he

A ship I have with said character: @vinjaryou 's oc Reilena and Vincent is my otp for Vincent.

A BROTP I have with said character: VINCENT AND YUFFIE! My favorite BROTP! She's made friendship bracelets for them and insists he wear his all the time. Also Vincent and Cid and Vincent and Veld

A NOTP I have with said character: Vincent and Tifa, Vincent and Cid, Vincent and Cloud, Vincent and Sephiroth. That's just my opinion though, everyone is welcome to ship what they want

A random headcanon: again I have a few

1. He and Yuffie are roommates post canon. He sometimes regrets this decision

2. Once he gets a phone and learns how to text he is not very good at it and often sends lengthy text messages that sound like letters

3. He has PTSD related memory issues

4. He begins to smell faintly of formaldehyde when he goes for long enough without showering, when he first got out of the coffin this smell was very strong

5. His coffee is more sugar and cream than coffee and he adores the most calorie dense, sugary drinks on the menu at his favorite coffee shop

General Opinion over said character: I love Vincent! He's tied with Aerith and Auron for my second fav Final Fantasy character. I even modded a zine for him and run a fanweek for him at @vincentvalentineweek !

[animation-is-my-jam]

in honor of pride month whats your favorite queer ship?

YEAHHH HAPPY PRIDE! and thx eagle for the ask!! Much appreciated 👏

Hmm, but why choose one... when I can just list off all the queer ships I Iove/ I shipped right NOW YIPPE--

Of course, this is gonna go beyond Wordgirl bc I'm pulling from everything that I'm fixated on or was. Let's get to it!!

(Not in order/ Not chronologically)

From Lilo and Stitch: (Jumba x Pleakley.)

From the Lion King and Lion Gaurd: (Timon x Pumbaa)

From Ever After High: Appling (Apple White x Darling Chamring)

From Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney: NaruMitsu (Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth)

From Sonic the Hedgehog: Sonadow (Sonic x Shadow)

From Deltarune: Krusie (Kris x Susie), Suselle (Susie x Noelle), Kerdly (Berdly x Kris). Spamvil (Spamton x Jevil)

From Undertale: (Alphys x Undyne)

From Pokémon (anime series): (Goh x Ash) (Ash x Gary x Goh) (Serena x Iris) (Clemont x Tracey)

From Kung Fu Panda: (Li Shan x Mr. Ping)

From Sam and Max Freelance Police: Freelance Husbands (Sam x Max)

From Legend of Korra: Korrasami (Korra x Asami)

From In Stars and Time: Isaffrin (Isabeau x Siffrin)

From Final Fantasy 7: (Aerith x Tifa x Cloud x Zach)

From Omori: Sunflower (Basil x Sunny), Cactiflower (Kel x Basil)

From the Adventure Zone (Balance): (Kravitz x Taako)

From One Piece: (Zorro x Sanji) (Zorro x Luffy [unrequited])

From Rockos Modern Life (Rachel x Rocko)

From The Owl House: Lumity (Luz x Amity)

From Kingdom Hearts: Soriku (Riku x Sora). Sidekick Dads (Donald x Goofy).

From Winnie the Pooh: Ragber/Tigbit (Rabbit x Tigger)

From Half Life But the AI is Self-Aware: Frenrey (Gordon x Benrey), Boomer (Bubby x Dr. Coomer)

From Mob Psycho 100: Terumob (Teru x Mob). Serieri (Arataka Reigen x Katsuya Serizawa)

From Darkwing Duck/Ducktales 2017: (Launchpad x Drake Mallard)

From We Bare Bears: Grizznom (Grizz x Nom Nom) Panlie (Charlie x Panda)

From Duckula: (Count Duckula x Goosewing)

From Time Squad: Tuddlarry (Tudd Russel x Larry 3000)

From Pinky and the Brain: (Pinky x Brain)

She-Ra Princesses of Power: Glimmora (Glimmer x Adora)

From Wander over Yonder: Skeleton Dance

From Adventure Time: (Princess Bubblegum x Marceline the vampire Queen)

From Steven Universe: (Pearl x Bismuth)

From Sk8 the infinity: Renga (Reki x Langa), Matchablossom (Joe x Cherry)

From Given: (Ritsuka x Mafuyu)

From the Muppets: (Beaker and Bunsen)

From Seasme Street: (Bert and Ernie)

Equestria Girls/Mlp: (Sunset x Twilight (any version))

Okay now just onto the Wordgirl ones lol:

(Tjohnson/Fanboys) TJ Botsford x Johnson

(Tubebrains) Dr. Two-brains x Professor Tubing

(Knuckle Sandwich/PB&Wham) Chuck the evil sandwich making guy x The Whammer

(InvisibleHand) Invisi-bill x Big left hand Guy

(Victory Roses) Victoria x Rose

Butcher x Two-brains x Chuck

Scoops x Phil

And then just to my queer Wordgirl AU ones (Future AU) (Yes I know that these include oc ships, but I you have no idea how much I actively ship these more than the list up there lol.)

(Team Mom) Claire McCallister x Harris

(Space Gluri!!) Lei Lexicon x Pen Exagon

(Wil-Luis) Wil-Liam x Luis McCallister-Botsford

(Baked-in Stars) Tori McCallister-Botsford x Sele May

(Mecha shipping) Kuzo Botsford x Zach Notarobot

Thrash x Requiem

(Second Chance) Edith McCallister x Lupe Vásquez

(Legally Cheesy) Brie Boxleitner x Elaine Question

(Roast beef sandwich) Mason Carbini x Hoagie the young Sandwich-making Guy

(Tall shipping) Cecil Vásquez x Jeremy

Otty Monnie Smalls x Hanna Botsford

[urheadcanongirl]

Rules and Q&A

I'm very strict about no minors - if you are underage or "ageless", I likely won't answer your ask at all and if I do, it will be strictly SFW.

If you are 18+ I'm more than happy to write NSFW content, however if your ask isn't clearly NSFW themed, please indicate that you're looking for it!

I do write sensitive subject matter at times, so please block the tag(s) UHCGtw and/or UHCGexplicit if you do not wish to see this content. These are for possible trigger topics and more hardcore topics/definite triggers respectively.

I prefer headcanons, but feel free to request drabble or send an ask/message from your OC to be answered! ❤️

I will not answer NSFW asks sent on anon.

What fandoms/characters can I request? Are there any you absolutely WILL NOT write?

📌GAMES

Obey Me!

Lucifer

Mammon

Belphegor

Beelzebub

Asmodeus

Satan

Leviathan

Diavolo

Luke

Simeon

Love & Deep Space (LaDS)

Caleb

Sylus

Zayne

Xavier

Rafayel

Final Fantasy

Cloud Strife

Aerith Gainsborough

📌ANIME

Naruto Shippuden

Naruto Uzumaki

Sakura Haruno

Kiba Inuzuka

Sasuke Uchiha

Kakashi Hatake

Menma (OOC take)

Madara Uchiha

Ino Yamanaka (Shippuden or RTN)

Rock Lee

Itachi Uchiha

Deidara

Pein

Hidan

"Tobi"

Obito Uchiha (AU take)

Hinata Hyuuga

Sailor Moon

Usagi/Sailor Moon

Rei/Sailor Mars

Inuyasha

Inuyasha

Kagome Higurashi

Sesshomaru

Kikyo

📌TELEVISION

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

X Files

Dana Scully

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Buffy Summers

Spike/William

Angel

Please feel free to ask if you don't see a fandom/character you're interested in! This list is incomplete at this time!

Do you have OCs that you write?

You bet I do! If you're interested in writing with me in this regard, please let me know. You can DM me for this. 😊 As most people won't be looking for this, I won't list them here.

Are there "taboo" topics for you?

Mostly the obvious - I will not write inappropriate content that involves minors in any way. I don't typically write gore either, but this is not "taboo" per se. I'm pretty open about sensitive topics so... As in my header, anything that might be sensitive or a trigger will be tagged as such. Please block my UHCGtw and/or UHCGexplicit tag if you do not wish to see this content.

You haven't answered my ask! What's up with that?

I'm a human (unfortunately). Sometimes a prompt will be difficult for me to brainstorm or I will be uncomfortable answering it. Sometimes I'm just lazy or living life. If you do not receive a reply, please do not DM me, but feel free to resend the ask in case it was missed.

Can I request specific genders/identities for my asks?

Absolutely you can!

Please note however that there may be inaccuracies or variances as I, myself, am a cisgender, bisexual female with male preferences. I'm happy to write something outside of this (i.e. homosexual, transgender specific, male!MC etc.) but I lack these experiences in my personal life—so please be kind. I will do my best! 😊

*** This post is a WIP and will be updated accordingly! ***