#angeal hewley scenario

[suvidrache]

NSFW Alphabet - Angeal Hewley

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 569 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He will get you anything you need. He'll clean you up and even carry you to the shower or run you a bath.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, it's his biceps. For you, your ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

It's slightly salty and an opaque color.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves looking at your lingerie and thinking of you in it. He will look at any of the photos you sent while he's away and get off to them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has no experience, but does have an idea of what he's doing.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Any that will give you the most pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not extremely serious, but not making jokes or trying to be humorous. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed. It's black.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He'll mark you if you are okay with it, usually in a spot where no one will see it. Occasionally, he may leave a mark on your neck, but nothing too noticeable or extreme.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Not very often, he only does it when you aren't around or when he has the time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding and marking.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

Anywhere inside the house. He doesn't want to risk getting caught or losing his job over it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in lingerie. Teasing him. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turnoffs)

Anything that would hurt the both of you. Anything that would risk him losing his job.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving, he likes giving you the most pleasure. Very skilled.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

When he can and has the time for it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really, the most he would do it in a closet on base, if you truly wanted it. That's as far as he'll go. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

4 or 5. About 40 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own any. If he did, he'd use them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases some before the event.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not quiet, but not loud, either. Moaning and grunting. 

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Will look at your photos on base when he's alone.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

9, smooth with some noticeable veins. Cut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll stay up long hours until you sleep first. Unless he's tired, then he will sleep first.

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[foreststarflaime]

Imagine. SOLDIER vs Turks paintball war

Turks vs soldier, infantry split between them

One group starts at the bottom and the objective is to get to the top of the tower and hit the president with a paintball (this is definitely not official or known about by any of the higher ups, zack and reno masterminded it and got kunsel to spread the word amongst the lower ranks, so the president will be hiding under his desk convinced he is caught in the midst of a sudden company wide civil war)

Genesis tries to sacrifice sephiroth for his own gain but seph starts making out with him to distract him and then shoots him in the back L

Angeal was the only one not told of this bc they were afraid he’d snitch so he wakes up to genesis screaming bloody murder covered in paint on the floor of the hallway and sephiroth trading fire with several turks in black ops paintball gear hanging out of air vents

He closes the door again and pours himself vodka instead of coffee

Towards the end of the game cissnei gets cloud with a flashbang before zack can take her out, then while defending a blinded cloud he runs into an ambush in a hallway and is pelted with paint but gets most of them, cloud drives the rest back and then “you’ll be my living legacy” *presses paintball gun into his hands and fake dies* and cloud barrels the rest of the way to the president’s office fueled by rage and shoots him, winning the game

Angeal gets a call from zack bidding him tearful farewells like he’s dying, makes his last words as he pretends to cough up paint-blood “sorry I stole the buster to use as a painball shield it’s wider than my sword”

Goes up to chew him out stepping over countless bodies of the fallen to find zack now on call with aerith, both fully into the act sobbing over the phone over zack ‘dying’

In the hours between him finding out about the paintball war and zack calling him he got absolutely wasted with lazard so when he gets to zack’s funeral he sees the red paint hears kunsel’s extremely touching speech and momgeal breaks down sobbing “he was too young to die” holding an also sobbing zack on the floor

Kunsel is holding a funeral for him in the hallway, now genesis is storming about raging that he didn’t get one

The paintball duel between sephiroth and rufus lasts long after the game is officially over. They have to drag them apart

[freelanceexorcist]

"Spoilers" under the cut.

I'm just being silly now, so please don't take any of what I'm about to say seriously because that would just make me look crazy and lord knows we wouldn't want THAT.

Scene: the final boss battle against Safer Jenovaroth in the third installment is underway and it's not looking good for the party. Many have fallen and the others are on their last legs. Jenovaroth is poised to be victorious and claim dominion over the multiverse.

But the white Whispers pulled a group of heroes from worlds where they survived uncorrupted and whole.

Bright green light blooms behind a bloody and battered Cloud, and he risks turning his back on his opponent to see the source of it. Safer Jenovaroth tries to use the opportunity to administer the killing blow, but a bullet stops them just long enough.

The final battle theme from Avengers: Endgame starts to play.

Aerith's disembodied voice rings out "on your left, Cloud" right before she emerges from the Lifestream. Behind her, Glenn, Matt and Lucia emerge. Jessie, Biggs and Wedge follow closely behind.

But there's more. A familiar redhead in a red coat appears. He's been warned about the Loveless quotes, so no worries there.

Then comes the original owner of the Buster Sword, Angeal, who takes his place beside Genesis.

Then Zack emerges, planting his feet firmly on the ground, hands on hips in a heroic stance.

But that's not all. One last figure begins to materialize.

The details slowly become clear. Black coat, long silver hair and Masamune. His eyes drift to Cloud and he nods solemnly, touching the flat side of his blade to his forehead as if to say "it's all right, Cloud. This version got a chance to be saved."

White Whispers revive the fallen and Aerith restores the party to full HP and MP.

With a roaring battle cry, the group charges at Safer Jenovaroth, ready and willing to rid the world of that monstrous entity once and for all.

[altocat]

Here's a funny ask. How would it go if A/S/G were offered to voice act some cartoon characters for the Stamp show or movie for at least one episode? Like one of those promotions and stuff to make people want to look forward to watching it more?

Angeal would happily do it for the kids. Yeah, Stamp is pure propaganda, but Angeal doesn't get that. His character does the Stamp-equivalent of the Dreams and Honor speech but unfortunately Angeal's not a very good voice actor and his role gets cut. He's legitimately bummed out by this. Like just incredibly depressed. He feels like he let everyone down.

Genesis doesn't really give a shit about Stamp but is 100% on board because no publicity is bad publicity. And he's actually flawless at voice acting, giving an Oscar-worthy performance as "Genesis Yapsodos". Following the success of his cameo, Genesis would later further attempt to make an appearance and essentially rewrite the show around his dog OC. But legal issues, confusing information on the use of his likeness, the unpopularity of his character, etc. have caused the team to stall in further appearances, despite having several major plot threads unfinished. Huh. Now this sounds familiar....

Sephiroth refuses to have anything to do with Stamp and no amount of bribery or desperate appeals will get him to comply. Sephiroth's debut would have easily been the biggest ratings boost the show has ever seen, but Sephiroth refuses to have his voice OR his name anywhere on the program. To appease the masses, the team creates their OWN character voiced by a Sephiroth sound-alike--a mysterious silver wolf named "Sephiruff". And surprise surprise, he's basically the grimdark Shadow the Hedgehog character of this show, fully tipping the Edge Scale, as well as wildly popular with the kiddos. Sephiroth doesn't want to talk about it.

[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.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Can we get an angsty scenario of Rufus having a nightmare about Sephiroth? Or Sephiroth tormenting him in his dreams? (Post-rebirth after Rufus goes nuts and empties his gun into the Glenn/cloak thingy)

This was going to be shorter, but then the Rufus angst sneaked up on me and now we have p a i n ; enjoy

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Regret wasn't acquainted with regret; after all, his veins coursed with the blood, sweat, and tears poured into Shinra's relentless pursuit of power and profit. To suggest he harbored regret for his actions in Wutai that day would be overly optimistic and insincere, even for him.

The aftermath had indeed been uncomfortable, he conceded—sitting through the debriefing with members of SOLDIER and the Turks alike, rehashing the events in excruciating detail as Sephiroth’s glare bore into him with a scathing intensity.

For the first time in Rufus’ memory, Sephiroth sat alone. Typically, Angeal and Genesis flanked him, but fate had intervened, and Rhapsodos had deserted, swiftly followed by Hewley, leaving Sephiroth to occupy his seat utterly alone.

How was Rufus to know that Sephiroth had any connection to Lodbrok? All he had been aware of were the desertions of SOLDIERs Glenn, Matt, and Lucia following the mission to Rhadore years ago, when Sephiroth was still a young boy.. Rufus didn't doubt that Sephiroth had formed some attachment to them; after all, he had read the reports detailing how Sephiroth had defied orders and had been aboard the stolen chopper en route to the rapidly vanishing island. The reports contained snippets of additional information, mentioning a child named Rosen and alluding to Sephiroth facing consequences after his betrayal, but beyond that, the details remained sparse.

Even if Rufus had been privy to the full extent of the situation, he wouldn't have cared—or so he told himself. Glenn's death had been a calculated necessity, a sacrifice to uphold the order Rufus desired and nothing beyond. How could he have possibly known that the anguished cry that followed the gunshot had been Sephiroth's? How could he have fathomed that Glenn held a significance to the SOLDIER far beyond their shared mission years ago?

He often wished that Sephiroth could’ve seen his perspective, as maybe it would’ve been a pathway for Sephiroth to comprehend that forming attachments to people only led to pain and suffering—a lesson Rufus had learned all too well. After all, he had long ago relinquished any desire for a bond with his father, and his mother was only a distant memory. Rufus was intimately familiar with the unfortunate bond he and Lazard shared, both tethered by the same father. He admitted that he longed connection sometimes (and only sometimes), for closeness. It often gnawed at him, knowing he had an older brother who had grown up in vastly different circumstances, yet could potentially offer understanding.

But that had been years ago. Lazard was long dead, just as Sephiroth and Glenn—proof that people died, reinforcing Rufus's belief that nurturing attachments was futile and stupid. Sephiroth served as a poignant example, his rapid descent following Genesis's and Angeal's desertion serving as a reminder that friends were enemies.

Rufus lamented it. If only Sephiroth forgone friendship, perhaps he would have been spared the anguish, and maybe he would still be alive if the Nibelheim incident had been avoidable in any way.

It had been the reason Rufus felt compelled to keep Sephiroth at arm’s length when everything had still been ordinary. He returned Sephiroth's occasional smiles and waves, and often engaged in the small talk they shared at events. Though jealousy had once gnawed at Rufus's feelings towards Sephiroth, particularly when they were children of similar ages and he could sense his father's pride as he read about Sephiroth's achievements in magazines, time and maturity had gradually eroded those emotions.

Rufus awoke swamped in his silk bed sheets, sweat clinging to his bare skin like a second skin. His first instinct was to seek out Darkstar, who lay peacefully asleep at the foot of the bed, undisturbed and softly snoring.

Then, his gaze fell upon Sephiroth, whole and alive seated beside him. Rufus blinked, momentarily stunned by the sight of the long-deceased SOLDIER, before shifting his attention back to Dee—so much for keeping a guard dog.

"This is a dream," Rufus declared, his tone more a reassurance to himself than to the apparition. "I'm dreaming, and I'll wake up any moment now."

"Shall I pinch you?" Sephiroth grinned, the expression far too unsettlingly lifelike for Rufus's liking.

Rufus shook his head, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun tucked beneath his pillow.

"That won't work on me," Sephiroth stated matter-of-factly, his gaze following Rufus's movements beneath the sheets. "Unless you're trying to frighten me, but I assure you, it will be equally futile."

"What do you want?" Rufus echoed.

Sephiroth leaned in, and for a fleeting moment, Rufus could swear he caught a whiff of that unmistakable scent—the bitter tang of mako and blood that clung to him. Rufus reminded himself that this was merely a dream. "I want Glenn back.”

Rufus shifted uncomfortably, putting some distance between himself and the apparition. "You know I killed him," he admitted bluntly.

"Something you regret?" Sephiroth's question was calculated.

"Of course not," Rufus snapped.

Sephiroth hummed thoughtfully, then rose to his feet, his body outlined by the moonlight filtering through the windows, casting a shadow against the backdrop of the green glow of Midgar below. "Then you won't mind if I do the honor," Sephiroth remarked, "If I bring him back."

"You can't resurrect the dead," Rufus rolled his eyes—look at him, arguing with the dream apparition of a man long gone. "I'm sure you'd love to, considering the many you've lost—yourself included."

"But I'm not dead," Sephiroth countered, his smile aunting and subtle. "And neither is Glenn. You'll be working with him soon enough, with me, with her."

"Her," Rufus echoed.

Sephiroth took a deliberate step towards the shadowy corner, his movements slow and calculated as he kept his gaze focused on Rufus.. "All born are bound to her," Sephiroth's voice resonated throughout the room. "Should this world be unmade, so too shall her children."

He slinked into the shadows, gone in the blink of an eye.

Rufus released a series of tense sighs, struggling to contain the rising panic as he buried his face in his hands. Darkstar, sensing his distress, lifted her head and rose to her feet, stretching her body before padding over to him and offering comforting licks.

It was in that moment that Rufus realized: he had been wide awake the entire time.

[choilaura]

My OC 'Vossler Valentine' (formerly 'Hewley')

Hey all! How is everyone doing? I've actually decided, after almost a year, to post up my OC 'Vossler Lucius Valentine' AKA 'Voss' AKA 'V'

I have been playing him in RP (roleplaying) scenario's, since 2009, and I've decided to share him all with you! He once started out as my own character from FinalFantasy VII (7) and has a lot of backstory behind him. Those who know characters from FF7, may know the character 'Angeal Hewley' and so i wrote him as Angeal's older SOLDIER brother. Over the past couple of years, he has really evolved as a character, and one i've introduced into the MCU, thanks to some amazing creativity between me and my longest friend, Larissa, and other people here on Tumblr. So, with that said, I'd like to introduce him to you here, and just get some general opinion and feedback on him! I will try to keep it brief, but i just love adding detail about all sorts of things on here. My BIG THANKS to my roleplaying friends over this past year! You're all so amazing, and you'd all given so much love to V already! Vossler Valentine, off you go into the MCU! (AU) This is loosly tied to the events of the MCU, with a bit of AU thrown in too.

Vossler Valentine, stands at about 5' 8", with long dark brown hair, which is waist length, often braided into a 'fishtail' braid. He has striking green eyes, infused with the powers of his own universe, which stand out against his tanned skin. Today, he has a soft '5 o clock shadow', but most days, he is clean shaven. He has a scar on his face, which starts from the left side of the bridge of his nose, narrowly ending at his jawline. This was from an accident long ago. His age - thirty seven, though when clean shaven, looks more like thirty five. His green eyes tell a story - many stories infact, ones of adventure, pain, love, hurt, but you know what they say 'fortune favours the bold' though this hasn't always been in his favour. His hobbies? A black belt in Taekwondo, reading, sparring drills, doing 'slow side kick exercises', spirituality, mentoring, stoic, yet kind, and firm, easy going.

SO, how did he wind up in the MCU? This part follows next.. THE STORY - SO FAR -

Vossler was called upon from his universe, to the SHIELD agency, with connections to Howard and Maria Stark, and so had met a certain college guy named 'Tony Stark', who at the time was in college, and through college Tony met a young trainee Doctor called 'Steven Strange' who gave Vossler a frosty, jealous attitude as their friendship grew closer, the more Steven was away training to become a doctor. At this moment, Vossler is just over 30. Vossler quickly became friends with the young Tony Stark, and of course, as things go, friends become something more..friends who develop feels, one curious about the others universe, the other, falling for the charm and tenacity of Howard Stark's son. Friendship soon turns to 'friendship with benefits', and after a few heated hook up's and flings, Vossler is called back to assist SHEILD, and becomes involved further in what would be the death of Peter Parkers parents, as a witness. It is at this time, that Vossler is entrusted to become the young Parker's guardian and protector, on the basis that the child stays under the further protection of Tony stark, also bereaved of his own parents death. The idea behind this is to give Tony 'something to do' other than party/drink/mayhem lifestyle, according to Voss. Steven Strange returns from training, and the three of them live together, with Voss fading into the background...a silent protector. Vossler's job, is to do simply that - protect. Protect, Protect, Protect, and signs a contract under Tony Stark, body guarding both Stark, and young Parker. Feelings re-ignite once more, between Stark and Valentine, under this 'special relationship' that is formed, and Stark continues to be Vossler's boss, giving him access to tech, of which V refuses. The power play between Stark and Valentine intensifies, particulary after a night of heavy drinking on Stark's part, and Vossler shows up on scene, finding Tony drunk in the office. Things become heated, and Stark and Valentine kiss, which leads to a heated night between them. This goes on for months, the 'special relationship' continues, and Vossler falls in love with Tony. The two eventually call it off just before Vossler's 35th birthday, with Tony gifting Voss a silver 'V' initial necklace, telling him it was a 'gift of friendship'. Voss later, is called back to his universe, leaving behind Peter, and Tony, and Steven, who has been involved in a terrible car accident.

Part two of his story will follow. For now, here is a list of music that inspires me to write Voss. Prompto's solitude - FinalFantasy XV (volume two soundtrack) Is this love? - Whitesnake Don't stand so close to me - The Police Face my fears - Utada Hikaru (english version)

[umbralrosa]

@fairlybeloved

玫:

Where even is his instructor anyway? It was a trooper that came to grab her, so perhaps they ran off to locate the medical staff to transport the SOLDIER in training. It would be a waste of time, though. If they did arrive, this man would have already been cured of his concussive state.

"If you didn't have a brain, then you would have zero faculty to function properly, and you would not be in the SOLDIER program. If you weren't aware, whoever told you that made a metaphorical statement of you being stupid." Which seems to check out, apparently. She wasn't amused by his antics, nor his words. The woman was not one for comedy, at least not like this.

She forces him to lay on his back, with both palms hovering over his ebony head, before physically applying them to the spikey cranium outright. He had a terrible bruise forming in the back of the head, as well as the bump residing there feeling hot and angry. There was no blood, but that didn't mean he had no internal bleeding. Intercranial bleeding is the worse-case scenario of blunt head trauma, and he just barely made off without having this critical injury.

Whatever healing she was doing, it nullified the pain and swelling, and smelled like roses. His brain only had minor bruising in the front and back, but enough to induce uncoordinated thoughts, memories, and vision. Standard signs of a concussion. Each petal that peeled away from her skin to settle against his own would bleed through the skin and fleshy barrier to directly heal the areas impacted. It was one of those things you can't feel at all.

The sound of running can be heard in the hallway, by multiple people. It would appear her assumption was right: The instructor did run off to locate medical staff. The clanging sound on the floor tells her they brought a gurney, and were wheeling it in through the training room door. She was also right about having this man's concussion corrected by the time they arrived, and to see her there was jarring. Like seeing a ghost for the first time.

"If you're trying to kill your student, at least be thorough about it." It was a very accusing, belittling tone. As soft as she sounded, it was used like a blade. She was standing now, with arms crossed tightly over her torso. "Just because he's in the SOLDIER program doesn't mean he's invincible from human injuries. 5 millimeters too close to having a brain bleed, and then you would be without a student, Angeal Hewley." Violets were cast to the staff next. "What medical professionals are you supposed to be when someone has head trauma and all you have is a first aid kit, a monitor, and a fucking gurney?" No one was safe from her judgement. Though, this was a medical emergency, so her wrath was justified, in her head at least.

[naiveff7]

I might try to start posting more sketch studies.  In light of the Crisis Core remaster, I decided to try my hand at sketching the firsts as teens.

[suvidrache]

He Won't See

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 506 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad | Event List

Your hand slid slowly up his bicep, your fingers gently squeezing as you felt the hardened muscle beneath.

His shirt was long gone, lost somewhere in the darkness that surrounded you both.

Your legs wrapped around his waist.

"What if he sees?" You gasped and dug your fingers into his arm.

"He won't see. I promise." His voice was low. He had been pounding relentlessly into you. Now, he slowed down as he drew yet another orgasm from you.

Previously, you had been teasing him, and he did the same to you.

It was still early in the morning, but he wanted you. He needed you and you needed him.

Genesis wasn't one to show up late for anything and you were worried that he might catch you both.

Angeal reassured you, he wouldn't see.

He had picked a closet, far from the entrance of the building and somewhere Genesis was unlikely to look in.

After releasing himself into you and thrusting his hips some more, letting the both of you ride out your orgasms. He slid from you and sat you on the ground. Despite being able to stand, his hands remained on your hips. He paused, listening as he heard footsteps near.

Genesis had walked into the building, book in hand, as he always did.

His footsteps were all too familiar sounding. It was common for you and Angeal to sneak away for a quickie.

He turned down hallways and opened and closed doors, checking to see if Angeal was anywhere.

It was unusual for Angeal to just disappear like that. Although, since getting a significant other, he did quite frequently disappear.

Genesis was distracted by his book. It was possible he did find him many times, but just didn't know it.

There he stood now, standing outside the door of a closet. His hand touched the doorknob before he walked away.

He made his way through the building, heading to the outside. He hadn't checked there previously.

Angeal breathed out slowly and moved his hands away.

He turned the light on and handed you your clothes.

His body, now in full display, was littered with bruises, marks, and some scratches from you.

When you were both dressed, Angeal opened the door and turned the light off as he stepped out.

You followed closely behind, heading off to the bathroom, as Angeal headed to the outside.

Your neck was covered with some bruises, you had no makeup, and you weren't about to involve anyone else in the situation.

You ran the water until it was freezing. You stuck your hand under it and placed your cold hand on your neck.

It wasn't much and it may not help, but it was something.

You turned the water off, grabbed a paper towel, and gently blotted the water away.

Throwing it away, you headed out to find Angeal.

He was outside, sitting next to Genesis, who was lost in his book as always. Reading aloud the same poems he had read to Angeal many times before.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

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[foreststarflaime]

Aerith drives around the slums one day in an unmarked white van with “free candy and flowers” scrawled on the side in search of free siblings. None of the slums children fall for it. Sephiroth gets in immediately. So does Angeal, ever the cheapskate. Genesis follows them yelling at Angeal about “obvious scams” and him being the responsible one for once. The door closes and locks behind him. A stray puppy whom they had forgotten about temporarily runs after the truck all the way home. +3 siblings +1 boyfriend

[altocat]

I just read your soldier trio on a yacht request from a while back and im in love- now i gotta ask (not sure if u watch greys anatomy, but there is a scene where all the guys go fishing on a yacht and i cant help but putting them in that situation) how do u think they’d handle fishing/trying to catch and cook their own food 👀 (p.s hope you’re doing well and having a pleasant day/night :)

Hi, Anon! Hope you're doing well yourself!

Let's seeee...

Angeal grew up poor, so he’s definitely the most competent out of the three when it comes to foraging or catching his own food. I don’t think he’d be an AMAZING fisher, but just skilled enough that for once, he’s the one who comes out on top between the three of them. On top of that, he’s the best cook and can make almost anything taste delicious so he’s the clear winner. Angeal is rad.

Sephiroth has the patience thing down, as well as the basic idea of how fishing works, but mostly finds that he’s more distracted and content to just look at the fishies swimming around in the water and track them with his eyes. Because catboy is gonna cat. Sephiroth also is not particularly imaginative when it comes to cooking so anything he catches is bland and pretty tasteless. He’s skilled enough to find them food, just not skilled enough to make it all come together as flawlessly as Angeal.

Genesis, poor thing, is the worst at it. Rich upbringing, general impatience, and decidedly GROSSED OUT by all the blood and guts that comes with catching the wriggly, dead-eyed scaly abominations would not yield well to him. He’d spend hours sitting there waiting for a bite and then holler at the water, scaring away anything that comes his way. Genesis is more inclined to disavow the joys of nature and is quite comfortable with someplace fancy and indoors with fresh water and air conditioning. Can’t really blame him for that! Despite this, Gen WAS highly durable and resilient during the Wutai War, which involved a lot of roughing it outdoors. So he’s totally willing to camp out or do some wilderness survival. Just not sitting on a hot boat like a bunch of morons waiting for dinner to just swim right up to them!

[zeroth-writes]

Requests Are OPEN

I wanted to make a new rules page. My rules are still the same I just added what characters I write for - and also a new fandom! I’m open to write for characters not listed, These are just the ones I’m most comfortable with. I will be opening and closed game requests individually, mainly based on how many requests I get for a certain game. If you have any questions, please don’t be afraid to send them in.

masterlist | request | prompts

Rules

please only send in one request at a time

nsfw is accepted - only accepting headcanons and light nsfw-

What I Write

scenarios (500 - 1k words)

headcanons (dating and reactions only)

prompt requests (100 - 500 words)

What I Do Not Write

character x character

character x oc

Yandere

Fandoms & Characters I Write For

Final Fantasy VII

Aerith Gainsborough

Angeal Hewley

Cloud Strife

Genesis Rhapsodos

Sephiroth

Reno

Rude

Rufus Shinra

Tseng

Tifa Lockhart

The Turks

Vincent Valentine

Zack Fair

Final Fantasy XV

Aranea Highwind

Gladiolus Amicitia

Ignis Scientia

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum

Ravus Nox Fleuret

Kingdom Hearts

Ansem S.O.D

Aqua

Axel

Destiny Trio

Marluxia

Riku

Roxas

Saix

Sea Salt Trio

Terra

Vanitas

Ventus

Vexen

Xemnas

Wayfinder Trio

Young!Xehanort

Persona 3 Portable / Reload (i may write for other characters if asked.)

Akihiko Sanada

Fuuka Yamagishi

Mitsuru Kirijo

Shinjiro Aragaki 

Theodore

Persona 4 Golden (i will add more character as i play it again)

Yosuke Hanamura

Yu Narukami (Protagonist)

Persona 5 Royal / Strikers

Akira Kurusu (Protagonist)

Ann Takamaki

Goro Akechi

Haru Okumura

Makoto Niijima

Ryuji Sakamoto

Yusuke Kitagawa

[final-fantasy-imagines]

can i request hc for angeal dating a fem!SOLDIER? maybe he's her mentor?

Thank you for your request! I hope you enjoy the HCs. I know you asked for a fem!reader but there are no pronouns mentioned, so it's gender neutral instead.

Angeal Hewley x SOLDIER!reader – general dating/relationship HCs

Angeal always makes an effort to keep his work environment and his personal life separated, so that’s definitely one of the main reasons why he tried to suppress his feelings for you in the beginning. To him, it’s just very unprofessional to start a relationship with one of his students.

However, he literally can not keep his eyes off you, no matter if it’s during training or after work when you and the others are lounging around, talking and laughing about something. In moments like this, he really hates himself for having such strong principles and he often thinks about throwing all cautions to the winds. There’s just something about you that fascinates and captivates him.

Once you actually get into a relationship with each other, Angeal suggests that you train with someone else from now on because he doesn’t want the others to think that he has a bias towards you in any way. Of course he knows that there will always be people who have pretty strong opinions about your relationship, so he definitely needs to learn to ignore stupid comments or stuff like that.

He likes to go on missions with you because he thinks that you actually complement each other quite well, not only because you’re on good terms with each other but also because your fighting styles are a bit different which definitely helps with balancing up your individual weaknesses. However, Angeal realizes that your relationship can be a weakness too, so he insists that you promise to save yourself first when it comes to the worst case scenario.

In your spare time, Angeal likes to just lounge around with you. In moments like this, he definitely avoids talking about work or training since he feels like that already makes up a huge part of your lives and he wants some normalcy in your relationship as well. You often end up falling asleep while talking or watching a movie, his head in your lap and your hands tangled into his hair.

[ego-driven-one-wing-angel]

FF VII - Headcanons | #26

ANON: sephiroth, cloud, reno, angeal and genesis reaction reaction on their crush (reader) wearing a short skirt pleaseee!!!

A/N: While reading this I was cracking myself up, I took the idea of reader wearing a skirt similar to Tifa’s, I hope you enjoy!!

WARNING: Mild NSFW, very mild

SEPHIROTH SEEING YOU IN A SHORT SKIRT INCLUDES:

Our confident General happens to take the idea of teasing to a whole different level. So if someone is lucky enough to catch his eyes, and is wearing something that causes his imagination to spin a million other ways, he’s going to enjoy it.

He’s not going to comment on it, or focus too much on the idea, but he’ll allow himself to trail your body from head to toe once, and let that be the end of it.

His imagination will surely be wild, but he’s not going to allow his instincts and fantasies get the better of him. It’s just clothing in the end, and it just happens to make you look good.

CLOUD STRIFE SEEING YOU IN A SHORT SKIRT INCLUDES:

Cloud has been near women who happen to wear shorter skirts (Tifa), so he’s not bothered by it in any shape or form. Or, so he likes to say. He’s not going to admit being attracted to someone who’s wearing a tiny piece of fabric, he’s never going to swallow his pride enough to fulfill that expectation, but he’ll still try and find ways to peak down when you happen to turn away.

Bending over for something on the floor? He’s going to give you a single glance, cheeks blushed as he tries to keep his eyes focused somewhere else. He’s not about to get caught, but it’s hard not to let his eyes wander somewhere else. 

If you try to do it on purpose, you’ll see his locked jaw, how he turns the moment you lean down, eyes shut, red soaking in his ears and cheeks, a nonchalant way of trying to change the conversation from you. He tries his best to ignore it, but even he can’t stop himself from the imaginary scenarios stirring up in his head.

RENO SEEING YOU IN A SHORT SKIRT INCLUDES:

Reno is going to take one look at you before giving that trademark smirk we’ve all seen him own. He knows what’s underneath that piece of fabric, and he’s not going to be shy if you happen to let it ride a little too far up.

If you’re both interested at this point, and just haven’t gotten to relationship status, he’ll be the one to make a snide comment on how nice it looks on you. Meaning both your figure and the skirt you happen to be wearing.

Will not dare stop eye contact if you catch him looking. He’s going to own up to it, and his eyebrows will barely raise with a smile before wandering off. If you also happen to have your thighs bare, the ideas running in his head will be far more vivid than Sephiroth’s ever will be. 

ANGEAL HEWLEY SEEING YOU IN A SHORT SKIRT INCLUDES:

Raised in a much more modest environment, the idea of you wearing something so small will take him back a little. He’s become used to the knee-length requirements in Shinra, and the girls back home never dared to wear something so exposing.

But he’s also a respectable man and wouldn’t let his personal desires get the better of him. It’s just fabric, on a woman, who happens to have really nice legs. He’ll perhaps grin, maybe wonder a thing or two, but he’ll typically try to ignore it.

When you pass by him, or dare bend over near him, he’s going to get the same dusted cheeks as Cloud. Not as pink, nor as pigmented, but it’s there, and he’ll simply try to smile the embarrassment away as he walks by you.

GENESIS RHAPSODOS SEEING YOU IN A SHORT SKIRT INCLUDES:

Much like his good friends, Genesis tries to not let his fantasies get the better of him. He’s from a modest community, and views the clothing much like Angeal in terms of fashion. It’s a big move on your part, and he’ll respect you for it.

But after one glance in your general direction, noticing the fairly short garment barely covering anything, he’ll occupy himself with his books, or find something on the ceiling to inspect. His eyebrows will barely raise in annoyance, his actions aren’t meant to cause discomfort, and he surely knows the feelings of being watched like a hawk.

Overall, he’ll seem like he’s not interested, which might be the case. But don’t worry your pretty head, he notices the most strangest things. And the fact he happens to see a loose thread on your thigh gives the indication he was taking a few peeks here and there.

[lancermylove]

Request Rules

(Updated: 3/19/24)

⭐ Fandoms I will write for: BSTS, FFXV, FXVII, Magi, MLQC, Obey Me, Twisted Wonderland

⭐ You can request headcannon, one-shot, or scenario when the request box is open. (One-shots will take longer though.)

⭐ Reader insert only. 

⭐ MxF pairing or gender neutral. PLEASE SPECIFY female or gender neutral s/o. 

⭐ Try to be specific when requesting. Provide the character, genre, situation, and headcannon/scenario (by default, I will pick headcannon).

If you REALLY can’t think of anything, then be sure to at least pick a genre. 

⭐ For scenario and one-shot, 1 character only. For headcannons, no character limit.

⭐ AUs are fine as long as they’re not too out there.

⭐ If I am not comfortable with a request, I will let you know.

I will NOT write for the following:

Yandere, character abusing s/o, cheating, animal abuse

Pregnancy (pre, during, or post), wanting to try for kids/breeding kink

Romantic relationship with young characters

Furry, mecha, certain kinks, gender bender

Racial, discrimination, political

Polyship (unless it’s a love triangle/web with the reader ending up with ONE of the characters).

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Characters I will write for: 

- ⛔️ (non-romantic relationship requests only)

BSTS

Any members of Teams K, W, P, B, C

Unei

Iwami ⛔️

Haseyama ⛔️

Magi

Sinbad

Ja’far

Sharrkan Amun-Ra

Masrur

Yamraiha

Spartos Leoxses

Pisti ⛔️

Hinahoho ⛔️

Drakon ⛔️

Narmes Titi

Armakan Amun-Ra

Kouen Ren  

Koumei Ren

Kouha Ren  ⛔️

Hakuei Ren

Kougyoku Ren

Hakuyuu Ren

Hakuren Ren

Hakuryuu Ren

Judar

Scheherazade ⛔️

Titus Alexius  ⛔️

Muu Alexius

Toto

Myron Alexius

Lo’lo’ ⛔️

Sphintus Carmen

Yunan

Cassim

Mystras Leoxses

Alibaba Saluja

Aladdin ⛔️

Morgiana

MLQC

Victor

Gavin

Lucien

Kiro

Helios

Shaw

FFXV

Gladiolus Amicitia

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Ignis Scientia

Prompto Argentum

Cor Leonis

Ravus Nox Fleuret

Nyx Ulric

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Regis Lucis Caelum ⛔️

Clarus Amicitia ⛔️

Cindy Aurum

Ardyn Izunia

Aranea Highwind

Iris Amicitia ⛔️

Crowe Altius

FFVII

Zack Fair

Angeal Hewley

Sephiroth

Genesis Rhapsodos

Cloud Strife

Reno Sinclair

Aerith Gainsborough

Rude

Tifa Lockhart

Tseng

Yuffie Kisaragi

Jessie Rasberry

Barret Wallace ⛔️

Biggs

Lucrecia Crescent

Marlene Wallace ⛔️

Denzel ⛔️

Cid Highwind

Reeve Tuesti ⛔️

Rufus Shinra

Elena

Obey Me

Lucifer 

Diavolo

Beel

Asmo

Belphie

Mammon

Levi

Satan

Simeon

Luke ⛔️

Solomon

Barbatos

Mephistopheles 

Raphael

Thirteen ⛔️

Twisted Wonderland

Leona Kingscholar

Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

Vil Schoenheit

Azul Ashengrotto

Ace Trappola

Caster Diamond

Lilia Vanrouge

Deuce Spade

Epel Felmier

Floyd Leech

Jade Leech

Idia Shroud

Jack Howl

Jamil Viper

Kalim Al-Asim

Trey Clover

Silver 

Sebek Zigvolt

Ortho Shroud  ⛔️

Rook Hunt

Ruggie Bucchi

Neige LeBlanche

Che’nya

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