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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months ago

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Okay but why haven't we had a time travel/fix it fic where after some shenanigans everyone decides to take down shinra, they split up to take out the important figures, sephiroth obviously takes hojo for any and all of a dozen good reasons.

And then hojo pulls a winter soldier sleeper code on him.

And then everyone is suddenly dealing with a brainwashed sephiroth.

Hojo has to have some way to control sephiroth as he grew into his monstrous strength and power, yes? And learned helplessness isn't enough of a reassurance your prized military leader powerhouse isn't going to wake up one day and realise just how easily he could paint the labs walls red with chunks of you. And because hojo is obsessed with total power and control, dealing with a murder machine with huge mental issues, it'd only be fitting he create his own emergency shutdown.

In the most needlessly traumatic and mentally violating way, of course. Would sephiroth even know, if he couldn't remember? Would he have long stretches of emptiness in his memories that never get explained to him, or would he wake up where he'd blacked out, just another day in the labs?

Imagine, his allies watching on the cameras, as sephiroth stalks into the labs, a predator sighting its prey, exchanging a few cold words with hojo, raising masamune... And then hojos mouth opening, sephiroth going stiff like an animatronic, rearranging himself on the floor where he stood, face hidden behind his hair. Hojo leaves the room and he doesn't move, doesn't respond to any comms or passing scientists accidentally rolling a cart over his coat and hair.

Hojo ordering sephiroth to reveal their plans, their allies, their resources. Sephiroth doing it. Hojo deciding to punish sephiroth for the rebellion with lab procedures, or hojo ordering him to hunt down his co conspirators and end the takeover. Sephiroth doing so, heavy in his steps, crashing through walls and doors, heedless now of morals or civilians, silent, unresponsive. So completely unlike the jenova malice they'd been prepared to fight, that sephiroth had been bracing against. No arrogance, no mocking, no dramatic battlefield or hungry glowing eyes.

The puppeteer becomes the puppet, and with it, every trace of holding back. The perfect soldier.

I imagine the first trigger word would be lucrecia.

#Hojo: *making his reunion theory* if you can't mind control naturally store bought is fine #Anyway there's no way hojo didn't have some backup plan for if his greatest experiment went rogue #Unfortunately sephiroth never went against his will even when he went jenova crazy. Because that WAS the plan all along #But fix its always have hojo unable to do anything against sephiroth and idk hojo is a Threat of the highest order #BECAUSE he's so staggeringly unethical but clever and has a tendency to shatter his victims minds #Like look at the falsified nibelheim library. The 'jenova' photo in EC. He knows precisely how to break sephiroths psyche open like an egg #And the winter soldier is a perfect example of what he could and would do #I imagine he made good use of it too. Whenever sephiroth acted out or if they couldn't restrain him for whatever reason #Or if hojo was too tired to do the injections himself #I doubt sephiroth would really know what was going on until it got caught on camera by people who'd show him the footage #sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii #ff7 #Also I just really like hojo/jenova parallels to go with the lucrecia/Vincent parallels #Hojo is basically the human version of jenova anyway. In terms of raising sephiroth.#ff7 remake #ff7 rebirth #ff7 crisis core #ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ff7 ec #sephiroth ff7 #sephiroth crescent #ff7 au #fix it au #In this case: everyone thinks it's a fix it au until it abruptly goes horribly wrong

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silverskyeline · 3 months ago

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'you're my favourite' 18+

oneshot - aerith and tifa can't seem to hide their feelings much longer. when they find themselves alone at the bar, it's all too much (2.2k words) pairing - aerith gainsborough & tifa lockhart (final fantasy 7 remake / rebirth) a/n - this is an older piece from around 2022 but i thought it would be good to finally post it to tumblr! tags - table sex, fingering, squirting (oops), wet & messy, friends to lovers, minimal plot, cute / sweet, sort of dom!aerith and sub!tifa? this is utter filth im so sorry

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

it was a sunday night, the night aerith usually helped at seventh heaven. she enjoyed the hustle and bustle and excited chatter from the guests. most of all, though, she enjoyed watching tifa gently tend to customers. there was care in her voice with each one and a warm smile to accompany her kind words.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

the last customers made their way through the door and silence filled the room. tifa let a long, held-in sigh finally escape. the exhale eased her muscles and she placed her hands on the table in front of her, bowing her head slightly.

“weekend officially complete..” she said, defeated.

aerith grins as she waltzes over toward her slightly taller friend. bending over, she brushes tifa’s hair from her face to reveal her eyes. “we did it!” a pause and a chuckle, “well.. you did it.”

tifa matches her grin, cheeks flushing at the gentle contact. she stands straight and places her hands on her hips, “hey, don’t put yourself down like that! i couldn’t have gotten through this without my favourite helper!”

“faaaavourite?” aerith gasps softly with a coy smile, lifting herself onto the table to sit, legs hanging. she noted the flush on tifa’s cheeks, god she was so cute, wasn’t she? none of the men here deserved her, but who was aerith to say that?

a giggle slipped from tifa’s lips and she did her best to stifle it with her hand, “don’t act like it isn’t obvious!” she leans over to grab a bottle from behind the other, brushing aerith’s arm with her breasts. shit. her cheeks flush brighter, time for a joke. “i better be your favourite too!”

the flower girl was blushing too, kicking her legs slightly as a nervous tic. “my most favourite.” she admits, looking up at her with admiration before taking the bottle from tifa’s hand. “sunday is my favourite day of the week, you know, because... well, i get to spend time with you.” she can’t help but smile.

her eyes widened, and tifa’s face was bright red by this point. her heart thoroughly warmed, and now racing, she reached to take the bottle back to take it back to the bar. “..me too.” it was almost as though there was electricity sparking between them, she felt herself being pulled closer but did her best to remain composed.

grabbing her wrist, aerith takes it in her other hand and pushes it down to her lap, resting tifa’s hand on her thigh. a moment passed, and aerith set the bottle down on the table, her eyes resting upon tifa’s once more. they both stared, inching closer, hearts racing, hands shaking.

“kiss me.” aerith finally whispered, inches from tifa’s lips, “please.”

tifa did as she was told, leaning in to softly plant her lips against the others. they both instantaneously melted, letting out soft exhales into their mouths. aerith tucked tifa’s hair behind her ear, placing a hand on her cheek and rubbing softly with her thumb. the kiss grew in intensity, they had waited long enough - the longing stares, the occasional accidental touch, they wanted this, they needed this.

aerith’s other hand found its way to tifa’s chest, grabbing a breast that earned a soft yelp. the two giggled through their kiss and aerith grabbed one of tifa’s bracers, pulling her down onto her. pressed together, tifa felt a moan escape her as aerith continued to massage, it felt.. good, to be touched like this, especially by aerith. she wanted to ask for more, but she wasn’t sure how.

the moans and the pressure of tifa on top of her had aerith on edge, the way she slotted between her legs so perfectly, she could feel the wetness building. the urge to be touched was growing stronger, but most of all, she wanted to touch her, to feel how wet she was, and to have her writhing beneath her touch. her hand made its way from her cheek downwards until it found her skirt, inching underneath it to her shorts.

“p..please..” tifa breaks the kiss to whisper before burying her face back into the kiss to avoid any embarrassment. this had aerith grinning, so adorable...

and so, her hand went beneath over her underwear as she palmed at her wetness. aerith pulled back from the kiss and let out a soft breath, looking at tifa through hooded lids. “is.. is this okay?” she continuously works her hand. she’d… never done anything like this before, but it suddenly made sense.

tifa nods enthusiastically and bites her lip to contain her nerves, reaching down to place her hand over aerith's as she leans in to gently kiss her neck. her hips begin to rock against the friction, feeling soft moans creep up along her throat.

aerith melts, leaning back against the cool wood of the table as she gasps at the wet kisses on her skin and at how slick her fingers were becoming even through the fabric. feeling tifa rock against her touch, shit... it was so hot.

using her other hand, tifa shakily undoes aerith’s dress, going button by button. her dress falls open on either side. the cool air nips at her exposed body and causes her back to arch. more...

she’d had enough playing around, she needed to feel her, to have her warmth in her hands. aerith slipped a trembling hand beneath tifa’s underwear. it was there that she found the true goldmine. her hands were immediately drenched in tifa’s juices, fingers sliding over her exposed clit causing her to bite down on aerith’s neck. in a chain reaction, aerith winced and let out a low moan.

“touch me, i want you to touch me.” aerith says breathlessly through moans, “i want.. i want you to feel how wet i am for you.”

tifa continuously lets out soft moans against aerith’s neck, unbelievably turned on by how she worked her fingers. her legs grew weak. it was her turn.

she pulled back to quickly remove her shirt, breathing through the moans that threatened to escape as she did so. aerith looked up at her and watched how her face twitched with each swirl of a finger, and how the moans threatened to escape even more when her finger dipped further down. and then, tifa removed her bra. aerith’s breath hitched in her throat as her eyes were drawn to her breasts. she’d always admired them, always wanted to touch them, to feel them in her mouth and around her lips. now, she could feel herself drooling, saliva welling up around her tongue.

a bashful side overtook tifa and she gently led aerith’s hand out of her underwear, missing the touch as soon as it was gone. she gave her a gentle smile as she removed her bracers, removing her skirt, shorts, and underwear. tifa stepped out of her garments and stood, playing with her hands, face extremely flushed.

aerith simply admired her, leaning back against the table to take in the full view, it creaked beneath her. “tifa..” she spoke softly, “you’re beautiful.” sitting up to reach out and take her hands to see her full body, the smaller one smiled up at her. it was only fair she shared too. her jacket is tossed to the side leaving her dress to completely slip from her shoulders along with wriggling off her underwear. shyly, she removes her bra.

tifa watches in awe, admiring the other slender frame. she seemed so delicate, yet she held such a massive and powerful personality, like a little ball of fire. “you’re.. you’re stunning, i..” tifa takes her in her arms, wrapping her in a close embrace and attempting not to let nerves get the best of her as their breasts touch. the skin-on-skin contact, the way tifa slotted in against aerith’s thighs. hot breath was exchanged between them as aerith wrapped her legs and arms around her.

moving her mouth towards her ear, aerith whispers in a hushed tone, “..fuck me. here. now. on this table. i want you to fuck me..”

a shaky breath makes its way out of tifa’s mouth and she nods in response. pulling back, she looks into her eyes for a moment before kissing her deeply. they began to rock in sync, both craving contact, as though they could not get close enough.

she hadn’t forgotten her request, tifa places a hand firmly against the table as she pushes aerith down against it. her other hand explores her body, rolling against her nipples and down along her tummy. her skin was so soft, and she loved the way aerith reacted beneath her. finally, her fingers reached her mound and tifa carefully slipped her fingers between her slit. she tried not to gasp through the kiss as she felt how slick she was, her fingers glided across her folds as aerith mewled and whined as though she had been waiting for this forever.

“you’re so wet for me..” tifa mumbles.

aerith mewls some more in response, hand desperately searching for tifa’s pussy - she craved it, she was hungry for it. when she found it, her body relaxed, enjoying the wetness between her fingers as she worked her clit, over… and over… slowly building. tifa cries out, breaking the kiss, legs shaking. the table creaked beneath the weight of the two, the bottles clanking with each buck of the hips.

their breath picked up as tifa’s fingers edged closer to aerith’s silky hole, a finger slipping in with ease.

“mh- ah!” aerith yells, relishing finally having the one she loved inside of her. she rolls her hips further in an attempt to get her deeper. her pace quickened on tifa’s clit, lost in the bliss.

“you like that..?” tifa whispers, inserting another finger, “does.. that feel good, hm?” her soft nurturing voice was like an alluring song, coaxing aerith further.

a moan was all she could respond with as tifa’s fingers slipped in and out of her hole in a rhythmic motion. aerith returned the favor, tracing her fingers along tifa’s lips down toward her needy hole. shaky moans were exchanged between the two as aerith’s three fingers glided inside. she used her thumb to flick her clit, causing tifa to squirm, she followed suit with her thumb.

the two were a quivering mess, moans growing in intensity as their wet juices flowed along each other's hands. they had wanted this for so long, to feel one another, to see wetness drip from their thighs in hunger.

tifa presses her forehead to aerith’s, picking up the pace to keep up with the intensity of aerith’s high-pitched moans. she was fucking her with force, her fingers working inside, curling. the bottles flew from the table, the wood rocking against the floor threatening to tip. with the combined swirling of her swollen, begging clit, aerith felt herself growing closer. her stomach sucks in, a deep pleasure growing from inside.

the way she was begging without words, the way their juices coated the table below them, the way aerith’s fingers were desperately swirling and inserting and gliding, tifa felt herself close too.

“c..cum with me..” aerith whines, spreading her legs further and throwing her head back before she lets out a yell, “mhhhh! please! more!”

she had to stop herself from cumming on the spot, tifa hunches over aerith completely, a hand swirling across her left nipple. “i’ll cum with you.. i… nghh.. i’m not going to last longer.”

“i’m gonna.. i’m gonna s.. s- ahhh ahh mhh nghhhhh!!” aerith finds herself completely lost, her mind glazing over as the climax grows nearer. her fingers fuck tifa furiously, flicking her clit over and over whilst relishing in the feeling of tifa’s long, stiff fingers inside of her. she felt herself clamping down, shaking, a rushing sensation - she was going to squirt, shit.

tifa places her head down on aerith’s chest, whining and crying - was the table going to collapse? fuck, she didn’t care. she just wanted to cum with aerith, to feel her writhe and beg, to make her feel good.

and it was building.. slowly in her core, rising through her stomach to her chest. tifa felt her orgasm course throughout her entire body, squeezing down on aerith’s delicate fingers. her legs almost gave way as it made its way through her, her sweet nectar dripping down her thighs and landing at her feet.

aerith couldn’t hold back any longer, a large, explosive moan escaped her as she tipped over the edge - squirting and cumming and writhing with tifa’s fingers pumping in and out of her. they both cried out, and tifa hit that spot, causing aerith to squirt, even more, coating tifa’s stomach with her juices. waves upon waves of pleasure came crashing down, the room filled with moans and wet 'shlicking' before a second orgasm overcame the two. this one was more intense, the table threatened to give way as the creaking heightened. harder, faster, more, more, they both begged as they dripped.

slowly, the waves calmed, and the two were a sweating heap on the wet, slick table.

panting, tifa rests her head once more on aerith’s chest, slipping her fingers from her lover and placing her hand on her stomach. aerith too removed hers, bringing her fingers to her lips to lazily lick them.

“...see? you’re my favourite.” tifa huffs, breathless.

“hell yeah i am.” aerith grins, placing a gentle kiss on tifa’s crown.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

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