#ffvii one shot

[rocketbirdie]

The Rebirth B-Team that we deserved...

[wowa-bublord]

[anakinh]

sephiroth criticizes your gameplay

bonus:

[felrend]

My favourite shots

[sly-fin]

Sephiroth meets Tokage. They are besties now.

I love this face so much lmaoo

[silvergreenseraphim]

An interesting note, but Sephiroth’s eye pupil dilation was always there. It is shown in the OG cutscene when he finally draws his last breaths. Why that causes his pupils to shrink, I don’t know.

In Rebirth, they are expanding.

(Very stupid joke below)

[strayheartless]

So you’re not alone:

Alrighty, have a little bit of platonic CloudGeal for your soul because I felt like Angeal needed a a friendly cuddle for some reason!

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Usually around his Dads anniversary, several of things happen every year without fail:

Genesis and Sephiroth camp out on his couch the night before and look after him all day.

Zack does everything he tells him to the first time around and when his attention wanders he apologises quickly and tries again.

He’s not left alone at any point in the day.

This year, things are going a bit differently and it’s nobodies fault that it is. Sephiroth had been called away to mideel; Genesis was still in Wutai and Zack was on a second class training exercise that did not “require Angeals presence,”. Angeal thought Lazard had stated that specifically to spare him the heart ache, and while he appreciated the gesture, it actually ached a bit more to be left on his own than to be busy.

Maybe he should have headed back to Banora for a week, but his mothers stiff upper lip approach to his fathers death made being around her difficult in a way that Angeal felt immensely guilty for. He’d call her this evening, he always did, but being there… it was more trouble than it was worth.

Apart from anything else there was nothing in Banora to visit. Angeal had been a Third class when his dad had died and as a result of that he’d had a third class wage. There was very little he could do to help pay for a funeral and even less he could do to pay for a headstone. His father had been cremated not buried and his ashes were scattered along the beach. There was nothing left but the Buster sword.

… some days that sword felt like a grave marker on his back.

Laying in bed, Angeal stares vacantly at the ceiling, wondering if he should just go back to sleep, when a sound from his kitchen catches his attention. It sounds like butter hitting a hot pan. As he tries to concentrate on it the corresponding smell tells him he was right. There was another sizzle.

What on Gaia? Who was in his apartment?

Getting up Angeal grabs his hoodie off of the back of his chair and shuffles through the hall to the kitchen. The lamps were on rather than the overhead light which suggested Sephiroth, but as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes it was blonde hair that caught his attention not silver. The person was standing in front of the cooker pouring what looked like pancake batter into a hot pan. The smell was Devine and it takes Angeal a second to realise there was bacon going too.

“Um… hello?” He said, making the blond jump.

Cloud Strife turns round to look at him, doing his best not to look too sheepish.

“Hey” he muttered.

“Hey” Angeal blinks a few times. “Don’t think I’m being ungrateful for you cooking breakfast, but er, why are you in my apartment?”

Cloud blushes a little, but to his credit he squares his shoulders against the urge to duck his head. He’s been part of their merry little band for a few months now. Zack had been insistent that he join them for most things, and in actual fact Angeal quite enjoyed the kids company. He was quiet but he listened. The kid was still a little nervous around them at times though.

“Oh, er, Zack said you’d likely be having a hard time today… so I figured I’d come keep you company,” he gestures to the food as if it was the definition of company.

Angeal blinks again.

“You didn’t have to do that. I would have been alright,”

“Yeah I know, but my Mom doesn’t really like being alone during my dad’s anniversary and Com- I mean Genesis mentioned you found it hard to be on your own so I just… I figured I could help.”

Cloud scratches the back of his head before seemingly remembering that he had Pancakes to flip. As he turns away Angeal places his hand on the back of a chair to steady himself.

“Don’t…” he croaks out. “Don’t you have work today?”

Cloud shrugs.

“Na, took a days leave. I usually have some spare that I loose out on so it’s cool.”

Angeal sits down heavily. Why on earth would he do that for him? That was such a kind thing to do. They barely knew each other. Sure he liked Cloud, but to go out of his way to make Angeal feel better on his worst day of the year? That seems…

Cloud drags his attention back by placing a plate in front of him with a glass of Orange juice. There’s a percolator full of fresh coffee too and Angeal feels embarrassingly like he might burst into tears.

“Look,” Cloud says. “When my Dad died I was real little, so I can’t really commiserate on that front. But I’ve spent most of my life watching my Ma get real low because people just expect her to be fine. So I had this little ritual I started to try and make her feel better. Even if she didn’t smile, I just wanted her to know she wasn’t alone. So making breakfast and then taking her out for a walk or something was just what we did.”

Clouds leg is bouncing nervously under the table. It’s not hitting the wood but Angeal can see it in the tiny way his left side moves. He wants to know if he’s overstepped. Angeal is more than willing to let him know he hasn’t. Getting out of his seat Angeal gestures for Cloud to stand, and when he does, he crushes the younger man in a hug.

He hadn’t wanted to be alone today. He’d thought he was just going to have to deal with it, but Cloud Strife decided that wasn’t what was going to happen. He’d been kind enough to consider Angeal when he got up this morning and honestly it was overwhelming.

“Thank you,” he whispered into Clouds hair. “Thank you for being here,”

Cloud finally lifts his arms to hug back.

“Your welcome Angeal. I’ll be here all day if that’s what you need.”

And he was.

[dayasan]

📷 Seventh Heaven, Residential Area, Sector 7 Slums

[maintitle]

the inherent homoeroticism of characters walking into cloud and simply disapearing in ffvii

[icharchivist]

wait plan halted i remember having a post-doc Zack lives AU but i didn't remember i had written a very long post about it once

*quickly puts it on a word count file*

HELLO

[holly-fixation]

Sprouting

Summary: It started when he was young, soon after Professor Gast left. Sephiroth tried desperately to hide it. But it hurt, and like everything in the lab, nothing hid from Hojo’s gaze.

Please enjoy.

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Sephiroth had not left his room. He was three minutes late, three minutes Hojo would rectify through more rigorous training. This was completely unnecessary and disrespectful. 

That boy would learn obedience no matter the circumstances. He had two minutes before the scientist broke the door down. 

“Sephiroth,” Hojo spat with two bangs on the metal door, “get out here.”

“I can't!” The boy's response came much faster than it should have if the boy was telling the truth. 

“Sephiroth.”

“I can't! I really can't!”

“Then unlock the door so we can treat this ailment properly.”

“No!” The child rapidly denied. “No no no- I'll be okay! I just need to stay here until I'm okay! I'll work twice as hard tomorrow! Promise!”

“'I promise', you insufferable child,” The scientist corrected. “And my answer is still no. Stop being so annoying.” Then Hojo heard sobbing. Low, attempted, quiet sobbing, but sobbing nonetheless. 

“I don't wanna be bad… I don’t- I really don’t… Just let me be bad today and I'll be really really really good tomorrow…”

“You will be perfect even if I need to rip out all your worthless imperfections myself, boy!” This bang stung his hand, but he felt no pain. “Open. This. Door. Now!” 

“NO!”

These fruitless minutes already irritated the scientist, but this childish temper tantrum filled him with rage. He slipped his key into the lock and opened the door himself.

Every object was thrown or shoved to every section of the room. Books from the fallen shelf were ripped and open faced on the floor. The mattress rested against the far wall, the bed frame dented and splintering. All loose folders and papers littered the ground, but some were stained with drops of blood. Claw marks marred every wall and surface, some even stained red with bleeding fingertips. But the deepest crimson led to the bathroom.

Still no sign of the boy. 

Hojo grabbed the inner door and tried to jerk it open. A metallic clatter responded from the lock. He didn't warn or ask, inserting a separate key. 

The smell of copper hit him like a wall. 

A ruby explosion soiled every surface, heavy drops running down the mirror as rain does a window. Flecks of beige and white freckled every inch, some even dyed pink with time. The toilet, the sink, the mirror, all were subjected to the same fate. Except for the shower. 

The curtain rod fractured in two, its steel speared points without any red. In the resulting bathtub laid the cardinal sullied curtain that trembled over the boy, blocking and protecting him from sight. However, nothing could muffle his petering sobs.

Only one theory ran through Hojo's mind: did this boy harm himself? Did he try to kill himself? This psychotic break could shut down the program completely, and the boy's life would be terminated to confirm no possibility of continuation outside of Shinra's sight. No. Word could not spread, no matter what. This was unacceptable. 

The scientist clutched the tip of the white plastic curtain, but the boy yelped sharply in pain and jerked him off, twisting and writhing and clenching away but not touching the wall.

“Hojo, please! I-I can stop this! I-I just need time!”

“Let me see it.” He would assess the boy's injuries himself.

The boy shook his head vigorously, and only then did Hojo realize something else was wrong. 

The curtain moved from the bottom of the tub near the drain. Two lumps pinning the curtain remained by his head, obviously his hands, and two others remained at the end of the tub, his bare feet. The single position that could justify the boy's orientation was simply laying down, so what was this large mass sticking above the walls of the tub, tenting the curtain to its limits?

“Let me see it so we can get you the care you clearly need. This isn't up for debate, Sephiroth.”

“It still hurts too much! Please!”

Hojo reached for it again, this time with a bit more caution.

The boy screamed, “WAIT!” 

The voracity in the child's voice made the scientist delay for a moment but only with a very good reason. 

“H-here…” Sephiroth hesitantly released his death grip on the fabric and handed a single corner to his caretaker. “Please… please be careful…”

Hojo took the offering and yanked the fabric up, allowing the boy to suffer the least from its removal as Hojo came face to face with a massive gray wing. 

The wing was proportional to Sephiroth's entire body, at least the span that he was tall. Each feather was perfect down, soft and fuzzy and useless for flight even if the boy had two wings. No, he only had one rooted in his right shoulder blade, somehow connected with a ball in socket joint just as a shoulder itself. It was folded but upward, not touching any obstacles or objects in the room. Sephiroth, however, was face down, trembling, as he carved more scratches in the porcelain like a kneading cat, reaching futility for any kind of relief. Both the wing and the boy were covered in blood and bone debris, but the elbow of the wing also held torn skin.

Hojo scanned and scanned, conflicted deep in his chest. On one hand, this was an incredible discovery, Jenova's cells mimicking even creatures he had not seen out of books. On the other, the child before him was deathly pale, the lost blood and unhealed damage actually threatening the boy’s life. The project itself was threatened.

“Get up,” Hojo grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him to his feet, genuinely avoiding any contact with the newborn wing. He grabbed the child by the waist and hoisted the boy over the tub. 

“I can't train today…” The boy begged as he was pulled out of his cell.

“We're going to the exam room.”

“No- wait- Hojo, please don't touch it-”

“I’ll take X-rays first and determine where to go from there. If it’s still uselessly sensitive, an orderly will bring you pain medication.”

“Th-There’s medicine for pain?”

“Only for absolute emergencies, so don’t ask for any.” They entered the room, and Sephiroth climbed up and laid face down on the cot. Hojo’s black eyes analyzed the growth. “A surgical procedure is necessary.”

“What will a procedure do?”

“We'll find connections between the wing and your body. Muscles, tendons, veins, arteries. Possibly gain some answers as to how it appeared. Now stop asking questions and stay perfectly still.”

Sephiroth nodded, looking down. “Yes, sir…”

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Thanks for reading!

[unknown-lifeform]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII Remake (Video Game 2020), Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aerith Gainsborough/Tifa Lockhart Characters: Tifa Lockhart, Aerith Gainsborough, Cloud Strife, Jessie (Compilation of FFVII), Barret Wallace Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Aerith Gainsborough, Getting Together, Humor, dark humor included because uh vampires, Vampire Bites, Mind/Mood Altering Substances, brief sex scene, Minor Sephiroth/Cloud Strife, don't think too hard about people's morality alright Summary:

Tifa and the cute girl next door start dating. All good, if not for the fact that said cute girl is in fact a vampire. This leads Tifa to having to make up a whole lot of excuses to her friends, and also discovering things about herself she was previously very much not aware of (Kinks, the things are kinks)

[zimithrus]

Drew this up for @aerisleis-fics fic, Pause Rewind Restart, which is an insanely good fic revolving around Cloud and Marlene getting sent back into the past, where Cloud has to masquerade as a transfered 2nd Class under an alias and eventually mentors Zack himself while trying to find a way back and changing the course of fate along the way!

Loved it so much I had to draw one of my favorite scenes from it 💚

It's so so good! Such a phenomenal read! Please do give it a read, you will not be disappointed! 💖

[felrend]

The dev’s knew what they were doing. Every one freaking out about Tifa and Aerith when Barret is the REAL thirst trap

[tuliharja]

Fanikanta: Final Fantasy

Luokitus: Sopii kaikille

Genre: Yleinen

Luvut: 1/1

Tiivistelmä: Hyvin lyhyt ficci siitä, kun Vincent herätetään taas pitkästä aikaa uniltaan. Tällä kertaa herättäjä ei kuitenkaan ole Cloud…

Huomautus: Tämä ficci löytyy myös fanfiction.net:stä samalla nimellä.

[jolioiseau]

barret’s soulful molten chocolate gaze is too powerful,