#angeal ffvii

[wowa-bublord]

i turn into the most evil person in the world (kind of rude) when i cook so i've projected that baselessly onto angeal

[ajalholland]

Parent scenarios

Characters: Reno, Sephiroth, Tseng, Cloud, Zack, Vincent, Rufus, Genesis, and Angeal.

ROUGHHOUSING

You watch with a mixture of amusement and mild anxiety as your husband Sephiroth wrestles playfully on the living room floor with your three rambunctious four-year-old sons, Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz. The boys are shrieking with laughter as they tumble over each other, trying to pin their father down.

"Careful, boys!" you call out, biting your lip. "Don't hurt Daddy!"

Sephiroth glances up at you, his silver hair falling into his eyes as he grins. "Relax, gorgeous. We're just having some fun." He easily flips Kadaj onto his back, eliciting another peal of giggles.

"No! Don't tickle me!" Kadaj squealed, as Sephiroth began to tickle the boy mercilessly.

"Hands off my brother!" Yazoo yelled as he charged at Sephiroth.

"Charge!" Loz joined in, hitting his father with a pillow.

You can't help but laugh yourself at the sight of your usually stoic husband being so carefree and silly with your kids. It's a rare treat to see this softer side of him.

"Alright, you little hellions," Sephiroth says, sitting up and pulling each boy onto his lap. "I think that's enough wrestling for now. How about we go build a fort in the backyard instead?"

The boys cheer excitedly, jumping up and down. "Fort! Fort!" they chant.

You shake your head in fond exasperation as they race towards the door, Sephiroth following behind them with a bemused smile.

"You're too good to them," you tease, walking over to join them. "They'll end up spoiled."

Sephiroth slings an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "I do it because I love them. And I love you." He leans down to capture your lips in a quick, passionate kiss.

You melt into his embrace, your heart full. "I love you too," you murmur against his mouth. "Even if you do spoil our kids rotten.

"He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "That's my job. Now come on, let's go supervise Operation Backyard Fort."

Hand in hand, you follow your husband and your energetic sons outside, ready for another adventure together as a family.

EARLY MORNINGS

You stir awake slowly, blinking against the early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Reaching over, you realize the bed beside you is empty. Frowning, you sit up and glance around the room, wondering where your husband Cloud could be.

Then you hear it - the soft lullaby of a familiar voice drifting from the nursery. Curious, you pad down the hall and peek inside. There, in the rocking chair, is Cloud, cradling your one-year-old daughter Sunny in his arms as he sings to her softly.

Your heart melts at the tender scene. You lean against the doorframe, watching them for a few moments. Cloud looks so peaceful, so natural holding your little girl. Sunny is nestled against his chest, her eyes closed as she listens to his gentle voice.

After a bit, Cloud notices you and smiles, his blue eyes twinkling. "Hey, beautiful. Did I wake you?"

You shake your head. "No, I just woke up and wondered where you were. Looks like you two were having quite the bonding moment."

He chuckles. "Sunny was fussing a bit, so handled it this time. Figured you could use the extra rest."

"You're the best," you say warmly, stepping into the room. You lean down and brush a kiss across Sunny's forehead. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake. "She's lucky to have such a wonderful daddy."

Cloud's cheeks flush slightly. "I'm the lucky one. She and you are my whole world." He stands carefully, shifting Sunny as he walks over to you. "Here, why don't you hold her for a bit? I'll go make some coffee."

You take Sunny into your arms, nuzzling her soft hair. "Mmm, coffee sounds heavenly. You spoil me, you know that?"

"I try," he says with a playful wink. "Anything for my girls." He presses a quick kiss to your lips before heading out of the room.

You smile, watching him go. Life with Cloud is full of sweet little moments like this - And you wouldn't trade it for the world.

BABY GIRL

You sigh contentedly, leaning back against the hospital pillows as you watch your husband Zack cradle your newborn daughter in his strong arms. He's swaying gently, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazes down at the tiny, perfect life you two created together.

"She's even more beautiful than I imagined," Zack murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "Look at those little fingers, those rosebud lips... she's absolutely perfect."

You smile, your heart swelling with love and pride. "She certainly is. And she got her daddy's gorgeous eyes."

Zack chuckles softly, carefully adjusting his hold on the baby. "I don't know about that.. hers are way prettier than mine." He glances up at you, his blue eyes shining with tender affection. "You did amazing today. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks to you," you say, reaching out to stroke your daughter's downy cheek. "You were my rock through it all. I couldn't have done it without you."

Zack shakes his head. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. That's a promise." He brings the baby closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "And I'll always be here for you too, little one. To love you, protect you, and guide you. You'll never be alone."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you watch this incredible man, your husband and the father of your child, pouring his heart out to your daughter. In this moment, you feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"What should we name her?" you ask softly, glancing between Zack and the baby.

Zack smiles, his gaze never leaving the child in his arms. "How about Bernadette? Then I can call her Beanie."

You feel a surge of emotion at the suggestion. "Bernadette... I love it. It's perfect."

"Beanie it is then," Zack says with a playful smirk, you could only roll her eyes.

NAPTIME

You sigh in exhaustion as you try to rock your cranky toddler to sleep, your back aching from the effort. Little Lyney has been fussy all day and nothing seems to soothe him.

Suddenly, you hear a soft knock at the door and your husband Vincent pokes his head in, his face etched with concern. "Is everything alright in here?"

You shake your head, trying not to snap. "No, he just won't settle down. I've tried everything."

Vincent steps into the room, his eyes soft with sympathy. "Here, let me try." He gently takes Lyney from your arms, cradling him against his chest.

To your surprise, the toddler's cries subside almost instantly, replaced by small, hiccuping breaths as he nuzzles into Vincent's neck.

"What's your secret?" you ask, watching in awe as your normally stoic husband coos soft words to your son, his fingers stroking his back in soothing circles.

"No idea," he says with a hint of a smile.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Well, I'm glad one of us got him to calm down. You're a miracle worker."

Vincent just shrugs, continuing to rock Lyney. Within minutes, his eyes are fluttering closed as he drifts off to sleep, safe and content in his father's arms.

You feel a surge of love and gratitude for this incredible man who can calm your child with just a touch and a whisper. "Thank you," you mouth silently, not wanting to disturb the peace.

Vincent meets your gaze, his red eyes warm and tender. "Anything for you and our little one," he murmurs.

You share a smile, marveling at the beautiful family you've created together. Even on the toughest days, you know you'll always have each other's love and support to get through.

PREGNANT

You walk into the living room where your husband Reno is lounging on the couch, watching TV. You plop down next to him with a smile.

"Hey babe," you say casually, "I have some news. I'm pregnant."

Reno's eyes widen and he nearly drops the remote. "Whoa whoa whoa, back up. Did you just say...you're pregnant?"

You nod, still grinning. "Yep. I took a test this morning. We're gonna be parents!"

He stares at you in shock for a moment before breaking into a huge grin. "Holy shit, really? That's amazing!" He jumps up and pulls you into a tight hug. "I love you so much!"

You laugh and hug him back. "I love you too."

"I can't believe it," Reno says, shaking his head in amazement as he pulls back to look at you. "Me, a dad. This is incredible."

"I know, right? We'll be good parents, won't we?" You ask unsure.

He kisses you deeply. "Damn straight we are. I'm gonna be the best dad ever. And you're gonna be a hot mom."

You smack his arm playfully. "Watch it, mister. I'm already hormonal."

Reno chuckles and pulls you close again. "Alright, alright, I'll behave. For now." He winks. "But seriously, this is the best news I've ever heard. I love you so damn much."

"I love you too." You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling so grateful and excited for this new chapter. "Guess we better start looking into baby names and strollers, huh?"

Reno takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "You're right. I'm just... wow. A baby. Our baby." He grins ear to ear. "I can't wait to meet this little guy or gal. And to see you all glowing and round with my child... it's a dream come true."

TRAINING

You watch with a mixture of pride and apprehension as your husband Genesis stands in the backyard with your ten-year-old son, Caspian, demonstrating some basic sword techniques. Both of them are wielding wooden practice swords, moving gracefully through the forms.

"Let's see that lunge again," Genesis says, his voice firm but encouraging.

Caspian nods, setting himself and launching into the move. His form is a bit awkward, but you can see the determination in his eyes as he tries to mimic his father's fluid motions.

Genesis steps in, gently correcting Caspian's stance. "There you go. Nice and steady. Keep practicing that footwork."

You smile, remembering how excited Caspian had been when Genesis first offered to teach him swordplay. Your son has always looked up to his father, admiring his strength and skill.

As the lessons continue, you wander over, leaning against a nearby tree to watch. Genesis glances up, catching your eye and giving you a warm smile. It's moments like these that make your heart swell - seeing the bond between your husband and son growing stronger every day.

"He's a natural," you comment, nodding towards Caspian as he practices on the dummy.

Genesis chuckles, proudly. "He's got good instincts. And he listens well. That's half the battle."

You step closer, wrapping your arms around Genesis's waist from behind. He relaxes against you, his wooden sword clattering to the ground as he leans into you.

"You're a great teacher," you murmur, nuzzling his neck. "He's so lucky to have you."

Genesis turns his head, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "We're both lucky. To have each other, and this little guy." He jerks his chin towards Caspian, who is now attempting a spinning slash, much to his own amusement.

You laugh, shaking your head fondly. "He's going to be just like you, isn't he?"

Genesis chuckles, watching Caspian's dramatic spin. "Well, I hope not too much like me. I was a bit of a troublemaker in my youth."

You snort. "I don't doubt it."

Genesis grins, turning to face you fully. "But he also has your humility." He then leans in to kiss your lips softly.

You melt into the tender embrace, savoring the warmth and affection in your husband's touch. Genesis has always been a passionate lover, but it's the little moments like these - the stolen kisses, the casual touches, the shared glances full of understanding - that truly make your heart flutter.

As you pull away, you catch Caspian watching you with a disgusted look. You clear your throat, giving him a playful glare. "Eyes on the training dummy, mister!"

Caspian laughs, shaking his head. "Sorry, Mom!" He turns back to his training.

FIRST CRUSH

You watch with an amused smile as your husband Angeal paces back and forth in the kitchen, muttering under his breath. He's been in a tizzy ever since your six-year-old daughter Lily came home from school gushing about her new "boyfriend".

"I can't believe she's already crushing on boys," Angeal grumbles, running a hand through his black hair. "She's too young for that nonsense."

You stifle a laugh, setting down your coffee mug. "Oh honey, it's perfectly normal. Remember, you were her age once. I'm sure you had your fair share of little girl crushes."

Angeal scoffs, crossing his arms. "Yeah, well, I was a normal boy. I didn't care about girls, thought they all had cooties."

You raise an eyebrow at that comment. "Cooties, seriously? Don't worry, Angeal, she's six. She just thinks Timmy in her class is cute because he shares his snacks with her."

"I don't like it," Angeal insists stubbornly. "What if he breaks her heart? What if he's a bad influence? I should go have a talk with him..."

"Whoa, slow down there, tiger," you say, holding up your hands. "Let's not be crazy. Both kids will forget about it in a week."

Angeal sighs heavily, finally relenting. "Fine, fine. But I'm keeping a close eye on them. No sleepovers, no alone time, nothing."

You shake your head in exasperation, but can't help the affectionate smile tugging at your lips. "You're such an overprotective daddy," you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist. "But I love you for it."

Angeal relents, pulling you into a hug. "I just want to keep our little girl safe," he murmurs into your hair. "She's my whole world."

You smile softly, patting Angeal's chest. "Lily is lucky to have such a devoted daddy. She's only six right now, but remember, she's growing up. Soon enough she'll be a teenager with a REAL boyfriend. You can't shelter her forever."

Angeal takes a deep breath, nodding. "I know, I know. It's just hard seeing her get older. It feels like just yesterday we brought her home from the hospital."

"I remember," you say fondly, gazing up at him. "You were so nervous holding her for the first time, afraid you'd drop her or do something wrong. But the moment she looked up at you with those big blue eyes, you were hooked."

Angeal chuckles softly, his expression turning wistful. "She had me wrapped around her little finger from day one. I couldn't believe I helped create such a perfect little person."

You nod in understanding, recalling that moment yourself. "We created a miracle together. And now look at her - crushing on boys."

Angeal scowls, "No boys!"

You rolled your eyes, there was nothing you could do about that.

MEALTIME

You watch with amusement as your husband Tseng sits at the table, trying valiantly to feed your nine-month-old daughter Liling her lunch. He scoops up a spoonful of pureed carrots and holds it out to her, his expression serious and focused.

"Come on, Liling, open up," he coaxes gently, tapping the spoon against her lips.

But Liling just turns her head away, her little mouth pursed stubbornly. Tseng frowns, clearly frustrated. "What's wrong with her?" he asks, glancing over at you. "She always eats for you."

You smother a laugh, walking over to peek at Liling. "Well, maybe she just needs a little extra encouragement," you suggest.

Tseng rolls his eyes. "I'm not going to make silly faces to get her to eat," he insists stubbornly. "She needs to learn to eat properly like a big girl."

You smile, patting his shoulder. "Just do it. For her." 

Tseng sighs, clearly exasperated. But he can't deny how much Liling lights up whenever you interact with her. With a put-upon huff, he turns back to his daughter.

"Alright, alright," he grumbles. "Here goes nothing."

Liling blinks up at him curiously as Tseng contorts his face into an exaggerated grimace, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes. He waves the spoon of pureed carrots in front of her.

For a moment, Liling just stares at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. But then a little gurgle escapes her throat and she starts to giggle, her chubby cheeks quivering.

Tseng's stern expression melts into a grin. "Is that right? You like Daddy's silly faces, huh?"

He brings the spoon to her lips again and this time, Liling opens wide, eagerly accepting the food. Tseng beams, feeling a rush of pride and love.

"There's my good girl," he praises, continuing to feed her with exaggerated motions and goofy expressions. "You're doing so well."

You watch from the sidelines, your heart full. It warms your soul to see this softer, more playful side of your usually serious husband. Liling is a lucky little girl to have him as her father.

As Tseng finishes feeding Liling, she reaches up with her tiny hands, grabbing at his face. He laughs, nuzzling her palm.

"I love you, my little princess," he murmurs. "Daddy will always take care of you, no matter what."

You move closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "See, what that so hard?"

Tseng gives you a look, but leans into your touch. "Just.. don't tell anyone.."

FAMILY PHOTOS

You sigh in frustration, trying to corral your husband Rufus and your eight-year-old son Damian for the family photos. It's been an hour and the photographer is getting impatient.

"Rufus, please just stand still," you plead, adjusting your husband's tie for the umpteenth time. "And Damian, sweetie, can you at least look at the camera? We need to get this done."

Rufus rolls his eyes, looking bored. "Do we have to do this now? I have important work to get back to."

"Yes, we do," you say firmly. "It's our family photo. Now smile, dammit!"

Damian is busy trying to take his bow tie off, oblivious to your exasperation. You march over and gently pull his hand away. "Damian Shinra, I told you to leave it alone, young man."

"But Mommy," he whines, "it itches!"

You straighten his bow tie with a stern look. "I know, honey. But we have to look our best for the pictures, okay?"

Rufus clears his throat, drawing your attention. "Darling, perhaps we should reschedule. The boy is clearly not in the mood."

"No!" you snap, more forcefully than intended. "We're doing this today. Now everyone get in position before I lose my mind."

The photographer, sensing the tension, claps her hands. "Okay everyone, let's try this again. Rufus, can you put your arm around your wife? Damian, stand between your parents and give me a big smile."

Rufus and Damian groan but comply, Rufus's arm going stiffly around your waist. You plaster on the brightest smile you can manage, praying for this to be over soon.

"Say cheese!" the photographer chirps.

Click click click.

You breathe a sigh of relief as she announces they got the shots. Maybe they won't turn out too awful, despite the less than enthusiastic participants.

"That's a wrap, folks!" the photographer says cheerily. "You all looked great. I'll have the proofs ready for you in a week."

You exhale heavily, rubbing your temples. "Great.."

Rufus leans down to whisper in your ear. "I'm sorry darling. I know how much these photos mean to you." He presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

You soften, giving him a small smile. "Thank you, Rufus. I appreciate you humoring me."

Damian bounces over, his earlier tantrum forgotten. "Can we get ice cream now, Mommy? Pleeease?"

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. "Okay, fine."

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #20 (SOLDIER boys + Reno x reader)

Owning a cat headcannons

♡Sephiroth♡

-Takes a little while (think 4-5 months) for him to learn to tolerate the cat, and nearly double that time for him to accept it as part of his life, which is understandable, considering that he's practically a cat himself.

-He'll let you pick the first name, but he chooses the surname (yes, your cat has a surname), and it's something remarkably humanoid. Imagine explaining to the vet that your cat's name is Sparklepaws Pembleton-Clark.

-Once he gets used to the feline, he'll start seeing it as his sibling. He will have full on conversations with the cat, ones that are very serious and not at all baby talk. When the cat wants to eat, a conversation like this might take place:

"Good morning/afternoon/evening, Pembleton-Clark, what would you prefer for your meal today?"

"Meow."

"Ah, cat food, a fine choice. Please be seated and I shall deliver your food presently."

"Meow."

"You're very welcome. Have you read the paper, by the way? I heard there was a sale on feline litter at the local supermarket."

-Will play with the cat and tickle it; occasionally can be spotted on the couch with the fluffy fur-baby in his lap, stroking and petting it while watching TV or reading.

-Basically, the pet is family, once he gets used to it.

◇Genesis◇

-Loves the cat the minute you bring it home. He'll pick it up and carry it around, cooing at it like it's a baby.

"Awwwww, who's a good little fluffy snookums? You are! Yes, you are! My pretty little puffy fluffle--awww so cute. Soooo cute."

-INSISTS upon naming it; your cat is officially called Her Divine Majesty Emperess Gen-Gen II, and there is nothing you can do to change that.

-Pampers the cat, giving it baths every month and grooming it as well as keeping its claws trimmed and it's fur nice and shiny.

-Sometimes he even ties it's fur up into little pigtails and decorates it with hairclips before taking pictures of it and sending them to you.

-Coddles the cat, spoiling and playing with it whenever he can. He sees your pet as an extension of himself, and therefore treats it the way he wants to be treated. (Lavishly)

-Adores the cat and always will, just as he adores you.

♧Angeal♧

-Angeal is the embodiment of the dad who says "We're not getting a cat" and then proceeds to adore and spoil the cat like a young child. He was against getting a pet, but then saw the fluffy little thing you pointed to and just caved.

-Lets you name it because he doesn't care what it's called. Unless you named it after yourself. Then he can't even look at it without tearing up.

-Is a true tsundere towards that cat, always giving it the side eye; regarding it with cold professionalism. But deep down, he loves that furry thing and will definitely let it sleep on the bed with him.

-Buys it toys and those little tree jungle gym things, as well as treats. As stated before, he keeps a cold front but truly adores that kitty.

-Will let it sit in his lap while he does paperwork, and sometimes even brings it to Shinra with him. (everyone gets jealous and always wants to pet it)

-All in all, loves that furry cutie, even when it scratches up the furniture and tears up his socks.

☆Reno ☆

-He and the cat eyed each other at the pet shop for 10 full minutes before he agreed to taking it home. Reno has had experience with cats, having owned one himself before, and knows exactly what kind of trouble they are.

-Very suspicious of the cat for the first several weeks but soon eases into its company, once he's sure it won't tear up his stuff. He soon goes from uncomfortable and jittery to relaxed and loving.

-He'll pet the cat, feed the cat, play with the cat, and even eat with the cat. He'll literally have a cat food bowl and a highchair set up so the cat can eat at the table like a human. It's the most adorable thing ever.

-Once he and the cat have bonded enough, he decides to make it his partner in crime. He'll try to train it by giving it treats whenever it knocks over a specific object, except the cat gets the wrong idea and thinks it'll get a treat whenever it knocks stuff over, so Reno has essentially turned your cat into a furry wrecking ball.

-Has decided to name your cat Sir-Smashes-A-Lot in light of this behavior. A cute name for a cute (but mischevious) cat.

-Sometimes he'll use a pet-friendly fur dye and dye Sir-Smashes-A-Lot's fur to match his. You might come home to find both your boyfriend and pet sporting bright green locks of fur/hair.

[rururaragaga]

old notebook doodelz (from 2020-2021ish)

[korychka]

first class💘

[deathberi]

young sephiroth and young angeal!

[izelleon]

miniroth and Banora Yapper #1

[st4rcz4r]

Some band au design doodles because my brain won’t shut up about them rn,,,

Plus some “not in the bands but are still in the au because I said so.” designs as well

[pink-nubes]

Commission for @altocat

Thank you so much! : D

[wowa-bublord]

Hate at first sight

[ajalholland]

Love Letters

characters: Tseng, Angeal Hewley, Genesis Rhapsodos, Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz.

Scenario: Giving the Final Fantasy 7 men love letters.

Part two

Tseng sighed as he left the meeting room, feeling drained from the long debriefing session.

As he walked down the hallway, Tseng was surprised to see (Y/n) waiting for him. She was fidgeting nervously, which was unusual for her."

Tseng, can I talk to you for a moment?" (Y/n) asked, her voice trembling slightly.Tseng raised an eyebrow, curious about what she could want. "Of course, (Y/n). What's on your mind?"

(Y/n) glanced around, making sure no one else was within earshot. "It's...it's private," she whispered, biting her lip.

"Alright then. Let's go somewhere more discreet." Tseng led them to an empty break room, closing the door behind them.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, then reached into her pocket and pulled out a letter. She held it out to Tseng, her hands shaking.

"What's this?" Tseng asked, taking the letter from her."Just read it," (Y/n) said, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

Tseng blinked in surprise as he unfolded the letter, recognizing (Y/n)'s neat handwriting. As he began to read, his brow furrowed, the words causing his heart to race.

(Y/n) watched Tseng's expression change as he read, her own heart pounding in her chest. She had never been so nervous in her life.When Tseng finished reading, he looked up at (Y/n), his eyes searching hers. "Is this...is this really how you feel?" he asked softly.

(Y/n) nodded, unable to find her voice.

Tseng set the letter aside, taking a step closer to (Y/n). "I...I didn't realize you felt this way," he said, reaching out to gently cup her cheek. "But I have to admit, I've had my own feelings for you for a while now."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, a smile spreading across her face. "You have?" she breathed.

Tseng nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yes. I've always admired your strength and dedication. And lately, I've found myself thinking about you more and more."

(Y/n) leaned into his touch, her heart soaring. "I'm so glad you feel the same way," she whispered.

Tseng leaned in closer, his forehead resting against hers. "I'd like to explore these feelings with you, if you're willing," he murmured.

"More than willing." She whispered.

Genesis sauntered down the hallway, a sly grin on his face as he clutched a small envelope in his hand. He had just received quite the interesting request from (Y/n). Apparently, the shy girl had developed feelings for their fellow SOLDIER member, Angeal Hewley, and had written him a love letter. However, she was far too nervous to deliver it to him herself.

So, in a moment of mischief, Genesis had offered to do it for her. He couldn't resist the opportunity to cause a bit of chaos and watch the drama unfold. Plus, he was genuinely curious to see how Angeal would react.

Genesis made his way to Angeal's quarters and knocked on the door, straightening his posture and putting on his most innocent smile as Angeal opened it.

"Angeal, my dear friend!" Genesis greeted enthusiastically. "I come bearing a gift for you, courtesy of our lovely little (Y/n)." He held out the envelope with a flourish.

Angeal raised an eyebrow, looking both confused and intrigued as he took the envelope. "From (Y/n)? What is this?"

"Well, open it and find out!" Genesis said with a wink.

Angeal shot him a suspicious glance before turning his attention to the envelope. He carefully opened it and pulled out the letter inside, his eyes scanning over the contents.

As he read, Angeal's expression shifted from confusion to surprise to a hint of flusteration. He looked up at Genesis, a rare blush on his cheeks.

"This isn't one of your jokes... right?" Angeal asked, folding the letter and tucking it into his pocket.

Genesis chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "Would I lie to you, old friend?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "No, this is genuine. It seems our sweet (Y/n) has developed quite the crush on you."

Angeal sighed, running a hand through his blond hair. "Really, wow.." he mused, more to himself than to Genesis. "First time the letter is for me and not you."

Genesis snorted. "Oh please, as if you aren't every bit as dashing and desirable as I am," he teased, striking a pose. "But yes, if anything, I should be the one receiving love letters.

"Angeal rolled his eyes but couldn't help a small smile from tugging at his lips. "Sure, keep telling yourself that, Genesis.

"Genesis's grin widened. "I speak only the truth!" He pushed off the doorframe, smoothing out his coat. "Anyway, I'll leave you to ponder your next move. Just don't forget who brought this little gift to your doorstep."

With a jaunty salute, Genesis turned and sauntered off, leaving Angeal alone with his thoughts and the letter burning a hole in his pocket.

Angeal let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the closed door. He couldn't believe (Y/n) had confessed her feelings for him like this. It was unexpected, to say the least.He pulled out the letter again, re-reading (Y/n)'s heartfelt words. She was sweet and kind, always going out of her way to help others. He cared for her deeply, but had always thought she had feelings for Genesis... he never dreamed his feelings were reciprocated.

Angeal knew he couldn't ignore this. He needed to talk to (Y/n), to understand her feelings and his own. With a determined nod, he tucked the letter safely in his pocket and set off to find her.

He located (Y/n) in the training room, sparring with Genesis. Angeal watched for a moment, admiring her skill and grace, before catching her eye and giving her a small smile.(Y/n) paused mid-swing, her eyes widening slightly as she noticed Angeal. She quickly finished her spar and hurried over to him, a nervous energy radiating from her.

"Hey, Angeal! What's up?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite the way her heart raced at his proximity.

Angeal hesitated for a moment, then reached into his pocket and pulled out the slightly crumpled letter. "(Y/n), I got your letter," he said softly.

(Y/n) flushed, her eyes darting to the envelope before meeting his gaze again. "Oh, um, yeah... about that..."

Angeal offered her a reassuring smile. "I'm glad you were honest with me, (Y/n). I care about you a lot. And after reading your letter, I realize I may have stronger feelings than I thought."

(Y/n) blinked, hardly daring to believe what she was hearing. "You... you have feelings for me too?"

Angeal nodded, taking her hand gently in his. "I do. You're an incredible person, (Y/n). Kind, brave, beautiful... I'd be honored to be your boyfriend, if you'll have me."

(Y/n) stared at Angeal for a long moment, her heart soaring with joy and disbelief. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, but never truly believed it would happen.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend."

Angeal's face broke into a wide, genuine smile, a smile (Y/n) had never seen him wear before. He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close as if he never wanted to let go.

"I promise I'll make you happy," Angeal murmured into her hair.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached Genesis. She had been planning this moment for weeks, rehearsing exactly what she would say and do. Now, finally, the time had come.

Genesis looked up as (Y/n) approached, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. "What are you doing here, my dear?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "Genesis, I...I have something for you," she said, her voice trembling slightly.Genesis arched an eyebrow, intrigued. He gestured for her to continue.

With shaking hands, (Y/n) pulled out the letter she had written, the one pouring out all her deepest feelings for him. She had poured her heart and soul into those words, determined to make Genesis understand just how much he meant to her.

"I wrote this for you," she said softly, holding out the letter.

Genesis's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he quickly schooled his features back into a neutral expression. He took the letter from (Y/n), his fingers brushing against hers for just a moment.

"A love letter?" he repeated, his voice carefully neutral. "How...interesting."

(Y/n) nodded, her cheeks flushing pink. "I...I know it's cheesy, but I can't deny my feelings anymore. I'm in love with you, Genesis. And that letter explains it better than I can.. you make me too nervous to get the words out.."

Genesis listened intently as (Y/n) poured out her heart, his expression unreadable. When she finished, he was silent for a long moment, simply staring at the letter in his hands, before opening it.

Genesis slowly unfolded the letter, his eyes scanning over the words (Y/n) had written. His brows furrowed slightly as he read, his expression remaining carefully neutral.

(Y/n) watched him anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his reaction. She had poured her heart and soul into that letter, revealing all the feelings she had kept hidden for so long.

As Genesis finished reading, he looked up at (Y/n) with an inscrutable expression. "So you're really in love with me," he stated bluntly.

(Y/n) nodded, her cheeks flushing pink. "I am. I have been for a while now."

Genesis was silent for a long moment, simply staring at (Y/n). Then, to her surprise, he suddenly swept her into his arms, pulling her close against his chest.

"Then I shall be yours," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "And you shall be mine."

(Y/n) let out a soft gasp, her heart racing at his sudden declaration. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself even closer to him.

Genesis captured her lips in a kiss. (Y/n)'s eyes fluttered close, and kissed him back.

Kadaj was wandering through the abandoned building, his boots crunching on broken glass and debris. He had lost track of Loz and Yazoo, but that was nothing new. Those two were always getting into trouble.

As he turned a corner, Kadaj spotted something out of place - an envelope falling softly till he landed on the ground. Curious, he crouched down and picked it up, unfolding it carefully.

His eyes widened as he read the words written inside. It was a letter, and the handwriting was unmistakable - (Y/n)'s.

"What's this now?" Kadaj muttered to himself, a slow smile spreading across his face. He had always known (Y/n) had a thing for him, the way she blushed whenever he talked to her, the way her eyes followed him when she thought he wasn't looking.

But he never expected her to be so bold as to leave him a love letter. It was touching, really.

Kadaj's smile turned mischievous as he quickly looked up where the envelope had fallen from, "You think you're slick, uh? I know you're there, (Y/n)."

Kadaj's voice echoed through the empty building, causing (Y/n) to startle where she had been hiding on the platform above him. Her heart raced as she stepped out into view, her cheeks flushed.

"K-Kadaj! I...I didn't think you'd find me so fast," she stammered, trying to play it cool despite her racing heart.

Kadaj just grinned at her, holding up the letter. "Well, well, well. Looks like someone has a crush on me. Come down here."

Kadaj's grin widened as (Y/n) hesitantly made her way down the stairs, her eyes fixed on the letter in his hands. When she reached the bottom, he handed it back to her with a teasing smirk.

"Care to explain yourself, (Y/n)?" Kadaj asked, his tone light and playful.

(Y/n) took the letter back, hugging it to her chest as she avoided his gaze. "I...I just wanted you to know how I feel," she mumbled. "I've liked you for a while now, Kadaj. I couldn't keep it inside anymore."

Kadaj's expression softened slightly at her words. He reached out and gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Aw, (Y/n)," he cooed teasingly. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble. But I am oddly fond of you."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in surprise. "You...you are?"

Kadaj chuckled, his thumb stroking her cheek. "Of course. Why else would I let you live?"

(Y/n)'s heart swelled with happiness as she leaned into his touch. "I was hoping that was the case, but I never knew for sure."

"Well, now you know," Kadaj murmured, leaning in closer. "And since you went through all the effort of writing me a love letter, I think I owe you something in return."

(Y/n)'s breath hitched as Kadaj's lips brushed against hers in a soft, sweet kiss. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back.

Yazoo approached his motorcycle parked in the abandoned lot, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. He had been out on a mission with his brothers and was ready to head back to their hideout.

As he swung his leg over the seat, Yazoo noticed something out of place - a small envelope tucked under his handlebars. Frowning, he plucked it out and examined it.

His frown deepened as he recognized the handwriting on the envelope. It was (Y/n)'s. What was she doing leaving him a letter? Curious, Yazoo quickly tore open the envelope and pulled out the folded piece of paper inside. He unfolded it and began to read, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the contents.It was a love letter. And not just any love letter, but one declaring (Y/n)'s deep, passionate feelings for him.

Yazoo's mind raced as he read through the letter, trying to process the words. He had always known (Y/n) had a crush on him, the way she blushed whenever he talked to her, the way her eyes followed him whenever she thought he wasn't looking.

But he never imagined she would be so bold as to put her feelings down on paper and leave it on his bike for him to find. It was...flattering, really.

He needed to find (Y/n), soon, so he could tease her. And confess his own feelings.As Yazoo finished reading the letter, a slow, mischievous grin spread across his face. He carefully folded the letter and tucked it into his jacket pocket, his mind already formulating a plan.He knew exactly where to find (Y/n). She always took the same route home from work. Yazoo started up his motorcycle and revved the engine, the sound echoing through the empty lot.

He sped through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic with ease. His heart raced with anticipation as he neared where she would be, slowing his bike to a crawl as he scanned the sidewalk for (Y/n).

There she was, walking alone with her headphones in, lost in her own little world. Yazoo pulled over and parked his bike, hopping off and approaching her from behind.

"Hey, (Y/n)," he called out, his voice causing her to jump with a startled yelp. She whirled around, her eyes widening as she saw who it was.

"Yazoo! What...what are you doing here?" she asked, her cheeks flushing pink.Yazoo smirked, holding up her letter. "(Y/n), you naughty girl. What's this I found on my bike?"

(Y/n)'s blush deepened as she stammered, "I...I thought you should know how I feel..."

"Oh, I know how you feel, alright," Yazoo purred, taking a step closer. "But you know, leaving a love letter is pretty bold. What if someone else had found it?"

"I...I didn't think of that," (Y/n) admitted, biting her lip nervously.

Yazoo grinned, tucking the letter back into his pocket. "Lucky for you, I found it first. You're mine, (Y/n)."

(Y/n)'s heart raced at his words, her eyes shining with happiness. "W-what?"

Yazoo smirked, taking another step closer to (Y/n) until they were standing mere inches apart. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You heard me," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "You're mine, (Y/n). I've wanted you for a while now."

(Y/n)'s breath hitched at his touch, her body trembling slightly. "Y-you have?" she whispered, her eyes searching his.

Yazoo nodded, his gaze intense. "I have. Every time I saw you, every time we interacted, I couldn't stop thinking about you.."

(Y/n)'s heart soared at his words, a wide smile spreading across her face. "I...I feel the same way, Yazoo. I've had a crush on you for so long. I never thought you'd feel the same."

Yazoo chuckled, his hand sliding down to cup her cheek. "Well, now you know. And since you've been so bold in confessing your feelings, I think it's only fair that I do the same."

Before (Y/n) could respond, Yazoo closed the distance between them and captured her lips in a searing kiss. (Y/n) melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with equal passion.

Loz was rummaging through his bag, searching for aa candy bar. He had been craving something sweet all day and was determined to find a snack to satisfy his craving.

As he dug through the various items in his bag, his hand brushed against something unexpected - a piece of paper. Frowning, Loz pulled it out, unfolding it to reveal a letter.

His eyes widened as he realized it was from (Y/n). His heart began to race as he quickly scanned the contents of the letter.It was a love confession, poured out in (Y/n)'s own words. Loz's cheeks flushed as he read about how she felt about him, how she had been harboring these feelings for some time.

He glanced around, wondering how the letter had ended up in his bag. Had (Y/n) slipped it in there when he wasn't looking? The thought made his heart skip a beat.

Loz's mind was reeling as he tried to process (Y/n)'s words. He had always seen her as a friend, someone he could rely on. But the thought of her liking him romantically was both exciting and nerve-wracking.

He knew he needed to respond to her confession, but he had no idea what to say. Should he tell her he returned her feelings? Or pretend he hadn't seen the letter?

As he pondered his options, Loz felt a warmth spreading through his chest. (Y/n) liked him. Really liked him. The thought made him cry...

...but these weren't tears of sadness. They were tears of joy and overwhelming emotion. Loz quickly wiped them away, not wanting to smudge the ink of (Y/n)'s precious letter.He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew what he had to do.

Loz stood up, clutching the letter tightly in his hand as he made his way to (Y/n)'s home. He knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his ears as he waited for her to answer.

"Come in," (Y/n)'s voice called from inside.

Loz pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes immediately landing on (Y/n). She was sitting on the couch, her expression one of surprise as she saw him.

"Loz? What are you doing here?" she asked, standing up to greet him.

Loz hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling shy. He held up the letter, his cheeks flushing. "I found this in my bag," he said softly. "It's...it's from you, isn't it?"

(Y/n) blushed, averting her eyes. "Y-yes, it is," she admitted. "I wanted to tell you how I feel, but I was too nervous to do it in person. So I wrote you a letter instead.

"Loz took a step closer to (Y/n), his eyes searching hers. "I read it," he said softly. "Every word."

(Y/n)'s heart raced as she met Loz's gaze. "And...and what did you think?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Loz's expression softened, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "I think it's beautiful, (Y/n). Your words touched my heart." Tears welled up in Loz's eyes, he was just so emotional..

(Y/n)'s heart soared at Loz's words. He thought her confession was beautiful. She couldn't contain her joy, throwing her arms around Loz in a tight hug.

Loz was taken aback by the sudden embrace but quickly wrapped his arms around (Y/n), holding her close. "I'm glad you like it," (Y/n) murmured, her voice muffled against him.

(Y/n) pulled back slightly, gazing up at Loz with shining eyes. "Do you...do you have feelings for me too, Loz?" she asked softly.

Loz's heart raced at the question. He had never really considered his feelings for (Y/n) before, but now that she had brought it up, he realized that he did have strong emotions for her.

"I do," he admitted, his cheeks flushing. "I care about you a lot, (Y/n). More than just as a friend."

(Y/n) let out a breathless laugh, her smile so wide it hurt her face. Loz returned the smile, his own grin just as bright and joyful.

"So...does this mean you'll be my boyfriend?" (Y/n) asked, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and nervousness.

"Yes!" Loz cheered.

[citrusici]

so I have two new favorites thanks to Ever Crisis

[icycoldninja]

FLUFFCEMBER DAY#22: (Angeal x Reader)

Tough day

You heard the door slam shut as Angeal tiredly trooped into the house, sighing and groaning like a dad being forced to leave his recliner. Heavy footsteps started in the hall and continued into the living room, where you were lounging about on the couch. Since you were no longer alone, you straightened up and tried to look dignified as Angeal staggered up to you, a weary smile on his face.

"Long day?" You asked.

"Oh yeah," Angeal nodded, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into his arms. Several joints popped as he did so; his lower back cracking slightly as you reciprocated the embrace.

"You sound stiff," You remarked, chuckling.

"I feel stiff," Angeal groaned. He pulled away from you, placed his hands on his back, and stretched, the sounds of stiff, creaky joints popping back into place filling the air.

"Want me to give you a massage?" You offered, since stretching would only do so much.

"Yes please," Angeal huffed, already making his way to the bedroom. You followed him, snatching a bottle of lotion as you went, and watched as he flopped onto the bed like an exhausted seal. Even though it was mean to laugh at other people's misfortune, you couldn't help but giggle a little as you slid his shirt up, slathered some lotion onto his back, and began working it into his skin. You heard various areas make muffled cracking sounds as you pressed down on them, but Angeal never made any noises of discomfort, so you knew you weren't causing him any harm. His reaction to your firm-yet-gentle kneading was actually indicative of the opposite; he let out little huffs and sighs of appreciation and enjoyment instead.

"You like that?" You teased, poking him playfully in the side.

"Yesh," Came his sleepy response, words slurred because his face was buried in the pillow.

"Aww!" You squealed, bending over to plant a kiss on the only part of his cheek that you could reach. In doing so, you happened to push down on a part of his spine that produced the loudest pop either of you had heard that night. "Whoa," You whispered, worried you'd hurt him. "Did that hurt?"

"No," Angeal replied, sounding as if a heavy burden had just been lifted off his shoulders. "I don't feel stiff anymore--I think you cured me."

"Wow, that worked out better than I thought it would." You remarked, laughingly. "I should become a chiropractor."

Weirdly enough, Angel did not weigh in and instead left you standing before him in complete, confused silence.

"Angeal?" You questioned softly, already suspecting the truth. Tentatively, you reached out and poked him in the ribs again. Nothing. "Angeal? Did you fall asleep?" The little snore he replied with answered your question. The poor thing, he must have really had a tough day.

[naiveff7]

I noticed that Angeal blocks Seph's face with the shovel when Seph is to the right. After my guild commented it looked 3-stooge like, I couldn't not draw a comic of it. Now we just need the third stooge to complete the party.

[holly-fixation]

Sephiroth has never experienced the weird questions teenage boys ask each other

[deathberi]

FINAL FANTASY VII EVER CRISIS: FINAL FANTASY VI CROSSOVER ↳ Aerith x Tina/Terra • Cloud x Locke • Sephiroth x Edgar • Tifa x Mash/Sabin