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bardic-tales · 1 month ago

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Fragments of a Broken Man, a FF 7 / FWC Fic

Summary: Fully in her villain arc, Bianca Moore confronts the remnants of Sephiroth, offering them understanding, manipulation, and a false mother’s love in the ruins beyond Edge.

Pairing: None explicitly, though there are heavy emotional and spiritual echoes of Bianca (f!oc) x Sephiroth throughout.

Other Characters: Kadaj, Yazoo, Loz, with indirect references to Sephiroth and Jenova.

Possible Trigger Warnings: abandonment, body horror, child soldier implications, emotional manipulation, grief, identity crisis, loss, manipulation, maternal deception, memory loss, psychological trauma, PTSD, spiritual corruption, trauma bonding, unsettling intimacy, weaponized affection

Even as Midgar’s ruins were swallowed by weeds and memories, the scars carved into the Planet pulsed like infected wounds. Even who was not born from the Planet felt it. A deep in the marrow of the earth and the tension feeling in the air as if the Planet itself was holding its breath. The earth trembled beneath her boots, restless, drawn into eddies where grief and power coiled together like serpents. Undulating. A thin, unnatural mist hugged the wastelands just beyond the city that the humans moved to in the aftermath.

Edge, she thought, sneering. The tips of her fangs bared in the light, white against her glossy, pink lips.

There, in the skeletal silhouette of forgotten overpasses, something stirred. Something familiar. A spiritual echo. Fierce. Fractured. Wrong. She breathed in, inhaling the strange scent as it came to her.

She knew his scent: foral and woodsy. Even fragmented, it called to her. Fragments that were not him but were.

Bianca stood in the crumbled shadow of a collapsed overpass, the wind tugging at the hem of her black trench coat like a child seeking attention. Her indigo eyes narrowed. The feline pupils contracted as flashes of silver flickered through the haze: blurs of motion that twisted between twisted rebar and the jagged bones of concrete. They moved like predators testing a stranger’s scent. Like wolves who didn’t yet know they’d come home. To her.

They were beautiful. They were hers, but they weren't.

They were beautiful. Like him. But wrong. But they were coming. Coming to her. She waited. Patiently. Wings folded against her back, as her eyes scanned the horizon.

Engines snarled in the distance -- low, guttural, and feral -- before three streaks of silver and black cut through the mist. The motorcycles came fast, carving through the ruins like hungry beasts chasing blood. Gravel scattered as they skidded to a halt on the cracked overpass before her. The silence that followed rang louder than the roar that preceded it.

Kadaj dismounted first, the swing of his leg fluid, practiced. He walked forward with purpose, boots grinding broken asphalt beneath him. Suspicion radiated off him like heat from scorched earth. His green, slitted eyes locked onto Bianca’s as if he meant to dissect her with a glance: too sharp for his age, yet burdened by a youth that hadn’t known gentleness.

Strands of silver hair clung to the sweat on his temple, and though his lip curled in defiance. She could feel the desperation trembling just beneath the surface. It was raw like an open wound.

"Who are you?" he demanded, stepping ahead of the others, blade drawn in a fluid, practiced motion.

Bianca tilted her head slightly, cocking like a bird assessing the situation. Her voice was smooth. “I think the better question is who are you?”

Loz loomed behind him like a promising stormcloud: strength and, yet, childlike. His muscles tensed beneath his black coat, wide-eyed but wary: eyes like her husband, the one lost to her two years ago. Yazoo hovered near the shattered guardrail with his arms folded. His gaze unreadable: detached, almost bored, though his fingers hovered too close to the trigger of his gun.

Kadaj’s weapon glinted in the sunlight. “Answer me.”

She smiled slowly, the kind of smile that softened monsters, once frightened humanity, and unsettled gods.

“I’m no enemy. If anything . . .” She let her voice drop to a murmur, warm as lullabies and full of promise. “I might be the closest thing you have to a friend.”

Kadaj didn’t flinch, but something flickered in his eyes. He had sense it: the connection she had with Sephiroth that spanned eons.

Slowly and deliberately, she let her wings unfurl behind her, not to threaten but to reveal. Each feather shimmered black and indigo, catching the light like oil on water. A celestial corruption. An alien's marring. A truth wrapped in beauty. The kind of beauty that made men hesitate before dying.

Even Yazoo’s eyes widened, just a little.

“Are you looking for her?” Bianca asked softly, stepping forward. “Mother?”

Kadaj’s breath hitched: not because she knew, but because she understood. Her voice didn’t mock nor did it demand. It carried the weight of shared longing. Of kinship.

“Yes,” he said, almost too quietly. “You’ve seen her?”

She tilted her head, offering a melancholic smile. “Once. Years ago.”

A lie, almost. But lies were made of truths just restructured.

Yazoo spoke up. “Then you understand.”

Bianca nodded slowly. “Better than most.”

Because she did. Not Jenova, the being. No. Jenova, the wound. The memory. The infection. She had and still carried pieces of that parasite inside her flesh, embedded by Hojo’s scalpel and Shinra’s cruelty, as it mixed with her celestial and fallen blood.

She knew what it meant to burn for Reunion: to ache for something that didn’t ache for you in return. That creature took everything from her, but it was also the ticket to get everything back.

Kadaj took another step forward, eyes narrowing. “Then why are you here?”

“To find you,” she answered without hesitation. “You were calling to me.”

Loz snorted. “We weren’t calling anyone.”

Bianca turned her gaze to him. A soft amuse smile concealing her true feelings curled her lips. “A mother always hears her children’s cries.”

Kadaj recoiled. His anger spiking like scorching water from a geyser. “We’re not your—”

“But you are something,” she said gently. “Something he left behind. Echoes. Not accidents. Pieces of him.”

She drew closer. The wind brushed her hair back like a caress, and if she closed her eyes, she could pretend it was him. The black strands danced within the breeze. Her voice trembled. The break perfectly measured. “And I . . . I loved him. I still love him.”

Silence. Taut and dangerous. Like string pulled to breaking between fingers.

She dropped to her knees: not with submission, but reverence. The movement was ritualistic. Holy. False.

“You don’t know what you are,” she murmured. “But I do. You were born of pain. From his despair. Fragments torn from the core of a soul too powerful to die cleanly. You are the sorrow that didn’t fade. The rage that found shape.”

Kadaj faltered. Bianca felt it: that crack in his fury, hairline thin, but deep.

Yazoo drifted closer. His curiosity painted across his pale face like fine brushstrokes. He knelt beside her. His fingertips brushed the edge of her wing like he was afraid it might vanish.

“Then why don’t we remember him?” he asked, his voice as soft like his.

“Because you weren’t meant to,” she whispered. “Not truly. You weren’t made to remember. You were made to remind. To call him home.”

Kadaj’s blade fell from his fingers, clattering against the concrete. She didn’t reach for him. Not yet. She let the stillness stretch like cloth winding around a delicate throat before being pulled tight.

Then, slowly, she stood and opened her arms. Not as a warrior. No. As a mother. A lie made flesh.

Loz broke first.

He stumbled into her, burying his face in her shoulder, trembling like a child who had spent too long pretending to be a man. “I’m tired,” he mumbled.

Her clawed fingers ghosted through his short, silver hair. A predator’s touch disguised as comfort. “I know, baby. You’ve fought enough.”

Yazoo followed, cool and hesitant. But when she cradled his jaw, leaned up, and kissed his forehead, he didn’t pull away.

Only Kadaj remained: defiant. wounded. proud. So him.

“You’re not our mother,” he spat.

“No,” Bianca said, her voice steady. “I’m not..”

The words struck like a blade made of grief. He flinched.

“She’s just a shell,” Bianca continued, voice low and reverent. “Gone. For now. But her pull remains. The call is real. That Reunion you feel? I won’t deny it. I’m not here to replace her. I’m here to guide you. Until she returns to you.”

She stepped forward, hand outstretched. “I can help you. I can prepare you for what comes next. That’s why I’m here. You want to be whole, don’t you?”

Kadaj stared at her, torn between fury and need. “. . . Yes,” he whispered. And just like that, the Remnants became hers.

Bianca leaned against the rusting skeleton of a train car's wall hours later, watching the trio sleep. Exhausted etched over their faces from the emotional storm she’d conjured. Her trench coat was draped over a bent rail, the silk lining stained from battle and dust. The ruins around them groaned with the wind, a desolate lullaby that whistled through broken glass and twisted steel.

Loz had curled against her side like a boy lost in a nightmare. His immense frame shook with the occasional hiccuping breath, clinging to her presence like it was the only warmth left in the world. He slept fitfully. His brow furrowed. His lips moving around some name or sob she couldn’t quite catch. One of his hands was balled against her leather pants like a frightened child, desperate to anchor himself in something real.

Yazoo lay just beyond him, one arm flung over his eyes, the other resting lightly over his abdomen. His chest rose and fell with rhythmic grace, and for the first time since she’d found them, his face was smooth. Peaceful. Younger. That was the most devastating part: how young they looked when they weren’t snarling or posturing. When the pain wasn’t stretching their expressions into something wild and inhuman. How they all looked like him.

Kadaj sat against the far wall, upright. His chin tucked to his chest with his sword laid across his lap like a guardian’s vow. His fingers still twitched, even in his half-sleep, curling and flexing with the phantom echoes of violence. Shadows played over the hard angles of his face, catching on the bruises at his jaw and the thin crust of blood beneath his nose. He hadn’t cried, not where anyone could see, but his silence had split him open in other ways. She felt it.

Bianca didn’t sleep. She couldn’t.

Her body could mimic the stillness. Her eyes half-lidded while her breath slowed, but her mind was too loud. Her soul was too splintered. Funny how the grief crawled within her and just wouldn't let her go. Rest was for people who hadn’t survived hellfire and stayed there.

The warmth in her chest was counterfeit. A flickering illusion born of temporary victory. Not affection. Her instincts hummed with quiet satisfaction. They had folded. Folded right into her arms like petals blowing off a flower, and wasn’t that beautiful? Wasn’t that perfect?

But she knew better than to confuse triumph with tenderness. They were tools. Puppets. Marionettes that she pulled the strings of.

They didn’t know it yet, but she would use them. Mold them. Shape them into something worthy of his return. Something that could reach into the churning depths of the Lifestream and pull Sephiroth back from the ether. They were shards: raw, jagged, and desperate. And if she played her part well, they would whisper his name to the Planet over and over until even the gods bled trying to silence them. They would listen for she was now their mother.

That was the plan.

That had always been the plan that she and he had come up with.

But . . .

Even now, as silence thickened around her like fog, something in her ached.

Not with love. Not exactly. Not with anything pure. She was too far gone to do anything pure.

She glanced down. Her fingers weaving through Loz’s hair with a touch too gentle to be accidental. It was an automatic gesture, rehearsed in some forgotten life when she had loved without calculation before she was turned into this by man and the divine. She traced a scar along his temple, wondering when he’d had it. Wondering if it had hurt. If he’d been alone when it happened.

Her eyes drifted to Kadaj next. and watched the faint tremor in his shoulders as sleep tried to pull him deeper. She thought of how tightly he’d gripped that sword when she’d first appeared, how much rage he’d wrapped around himself, like a blanket. He was so much like him, like Sephiroth.

Yazoo’s fingers twitched where he lay. He was caught in the static between dream and memory. He didn’t seem afraid. No. Just adrift. All of them were. Adrift in a sea of memory that wasn’t even theirs. Half-formed pieces of a man who had never known peace, even when she tried to give it to him.

“They don’t even know why they’re hurting,” she whispered. That was the worst part.

They carried Sephiroth’s rage, his strength, his pride: but not the why. They were echoes of pain without context. Just reflections without the mirror. They were children made of ash and legacy. They were too angry to heal and too lost to ask what had been taken from them. They should have been hers, but no, they were searching for Mother.

And she—

She should have nurtured them. Should have seen them as more than relics of her grief. Not just warriors. Not just weapons. Not just whispers of the man she’d lost.

She had offered them love like a weapon.

And one day, she would pay for it. That sin would rot her from the inside. She already felt it, creeping beneath her ribs like black mold. A sickness that whispered in her own voice: You did this. You chose this. You did this for him.

Still, her hands moved in soothing circles on Loz’s back.

Still, her lips pressed against Yazoo’s temple before he’d fallen asleep.

Still, her voice had broken when she said “I love him” like a prayer. But it wasn't benevolent. It was like a curse. A noose.

She had given them tenderness dressed as manipulation. And that might have been the cruelest thing she’d ever done.

Bianca closed her eyes, just for a moment, and whispered words she hadn’t spoken in years. Words Sephiroth had once murmured against her skin in the dark, when the world had gone quiet and their walls had crumbled beneath the weight of one another: “You only know how to love something if it bleeds.”

She remembered how those words had stung, and how she'd laughed to hide the truth in them. They loved each other, but he was the only one who knew her.

And Creator forgive her. He’d been right.

She loved the broken things best. The bleeding ones. The ones that screamed and clawed and cursed her name, because that meant they felt something. That meant they were still alive. That meant they could still be used.

She opened her eyes again. Watched them sleep. The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the rusted train car roof, laying silver beams across the floor like veins. The scent of oil and ash hung heavy in the air. The ruined city was thick with ghosts.

They still looked like children. They weren’t. But they looked like it.

And maybe. Just maybe, if she had found them sooner, if the world had been kinder, if her hands hadn’t already been stained with so much blood . . .

Maybe they could have been more than this, but it was too late for maybes. Too late for regrets.

She tucked a lock of argent hair behind Yazoo’s ear. Taking her coat from the railing, she pulled it around Loz’s shoulders. Finally, she watched Kadaj’s chest rise and fall like the slow ticking of a bomb: his peaceful face a prelude of what was to come.

And, then, she whispered, to no one, but to the void and to the Planet that had cursed her with his loss, “Soon, my love. I’ll bring you back.”

Even if it meant breaking every piece of herself that remained. Even if it meant becoming the monster they needed her to be.

Because love was not always kind. Sometimes, love was conquest. And sometimes, love was a quiet apocalypse, as you tried to resurrect the man that was taking from you too soon.

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owarinaki · 1 year ago

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Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children (2005) -Rufus Shinra recap 4 gifs

part 1 // part 2 // part3 //part4 //part5

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verysmolspams · 7 months ago

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*based on a conversation I had with a moot*

Advent Children AU! Shenanigans

Elyse figuring out how to be a mother for the remnants, because they are also goblins of chaos. 😈

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Elyse: *referring to the remnants* these are our boys. They’re a lot like their father, but they’re real sweethearts once you get to know them—

*explosion in the distance, Elyse turns and runs towards it in a panicked hurry.*

Elyse: BOYS! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT USING MATERIA NEAR THE STOVE?!

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*Elyse is trying to have a friendly chat with Tifa in her apartment after Cloud and Tifa discover Elyse is taking care of the remnants.*

Tifa: so, they’re not giving you any trouble?

Elyse: nope! They’re doing just fine—

*there’s a crash heard in the other room. Kadaj and Loz are found rough-housing, and Yazoo watches on like a disgruntled cat.*

Elyse: … oh my Gaia. *facepalms* Well, I think we could use some more room for them to play in.

*Tifa looks concerned, and Loz looks at his mom sheepishly. Kadaj frowns.*

Kadaj: I’m not a child, mother. *totally bluffing*

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*Kadaj is picking a fight with Cloud. While they’re fighting, Elyse steps in and whacks Cloud back several feet with her staff. Kadaj rushes to her side, excited*

Kadaj: Mother! Let’s finish him off—! *he wants to run forward and finish the fight, but Elyse puts a hand on his shoulder.*

Elyse: No, we are going home. *Activates teleport materia and leads him back into the house like a mother cat.* We are not fighting Mr. Strife today; he has deliveries to do.

Kadaj: but mother—! *he protests her grip, but she remains firm.*

Elyse: no ‘buts’,sweetie. Your dinner is getting cold, and I will not have you destroy another building while fighting Mr. Strife. Those are getting expensive.

*frustrated Kadaj noises because mom won’t let him fight big brother*

#advent children crack #incorrect quotes advent children #kadaj ff7 #loz ff7 #yazoo ff7 #the remnants #ff oc #ff oc x canon #ffau #family au

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eorzean-xaela · 9 months ago

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I really want to roleplay using the remnants. Or just roleplay in general. God I miss rp...

#kadaj #loz #yazoo #yazoo ff7 #loz ff7 #kadaj ff7 #ff7 #FF #Final fantasy #Trying to get back into Tumblr after being away forever #Wish I could get my old blog back #rp

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holly-fixation · 2 years ago

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Three... Guards? Ch7

Summary: Tifa finds Cloud at the train station in Sector Seven. It’s the first time she’s seen him in seven years. But he’s not alone. Three silver haired boys protected him. Three silver haired boys that triggered memories of her hometown. Of steel through her chest. Of SOLDIER First Class. Of Him.

Now the future is staring them in the face.

Please Enjoy!

Inspired by the prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien

Chapter 7: You Win Some...

‘Big Brother’. Strife could have lived a thousand lifetimes without hearing that title again. He was lucky that he almost stopped the remnants from completing their goal. If they didn’t fall into the reactor, if the Lifestream had not been the source of so many problems and absurd solutions before, maybe he would have left them there. But He came back from the Lifestream. Strife couldn’t take the chance that the remnants could possess the same skill. He never expected to see Midgar whole again, questioning where or whenever he was. He had to focus on keeping his former teammates’ trust which meant no killing ‘the boys that saved him in this world’. At least they might have some way of finding their youngest brother before ending up in more trouble with Shinra.

Right now, the evacuation and protection of Sector Seven was AVALANCHE’s top priority. Barret took over the slums, having just the right balance of charisma and intimidation to convince a large chunk of the population that this was not a joke. Still, without any active threat or battle occuring, it took time. Sometimes it took money. Most times both. If Strife hadn’t come back with his wallet intact, Barret would be worried about starving to death before Shinra even sent a threat.

Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge all attempted to secure the upper plate, but with almost no reputation and the nature of Shinra supplied housing for their workers, they struggled. Only a handful of families followed, deciding to spend the night with their extended families on other plates. Both above and below, all AVALANCHE members knew exactly why so few listened: they were not sure if they could trust ‘future boy’ and without a direct attack, no member had their hearts in their work.

Only ‘future boy’ and the two elder brothers believed in the coming truth. Strife refused to let them out of sight, even with the fate of the pillar they stood on. The boys only listened to Tifa’s command to stay by his side. Strife promised not to kill them, not yet anyway. He couldn’t let any of the Remnants find any part of Jenova. Whatever this new Reunion was could not be good. On top of this pillar with very few places to run would have to do for now. He just hoped they weren’t stupid enough to take another suicide dive like they did in the reactor that sent them here. Or like Kadaj did to the Cloud here.

This just left Tifa at the gate between Sector Six and Sector Seven, waiting for Cloud and the girl in the pink dress he should be with. What was her name again? Aeris? Either way, Strife informed her of their impending arrival, but also explained that in his world, he did not reach the gates until long after nightfall. Tifa knew of Cloud’s strange loyalty to the boys, however, so she believed Cloud would return sooner if returning Kadaj claimed top priority.

Well… she was almost right.

She watched Cloud and the girl in pink enter through the back of the playground near the gate. The sun hung dark in the sky, night nearly fallen and the gates ready to close soon.

“Cloud!” Tifa sprinted to her old friend and trapped him in her embrace. “You are alive!”

Cloud softly returned the hug, but he didn't get a chance to speak or protest before she realized his very thought.

“Wait a second, where’s Kadaj?”

He let her go to look into her ruby eyes. “The Turks took him.”

“What?!”

“I don't know what they're planning-”

“They're taking him to Shinra Tower,” The girl in pink spoke for the first time. “We have to get him out of there, Tifa.”

Tifa's gaze met the planet greens. “Aerith, right?”

Confusion flashed on her face. “How did you-?”

“Long story but right now we have to get to the top of the pillar.”

“The pillar?”

“Shinra's trying to drop the Sector Seven plate to get rid of AVALANCHE.”

Cloud’s military instincts kicked in instantly, giving absolutely no delay or useless questions. No one would make that up. “Where are the others?”

“Barret's evacuating the slums. Marleen's with Marle on their way to Sector Five. Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge are trying to evacuate the upper plate.”

“And the boys?”

She winced a bit. “At the top of the pillar with 'Long Story'.”

Cloud turned to the girl with the pink bow. “Aerith, you should head back-”

“I’m going with you. Those boys might be in trouble and they might listen to me too.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

She giggled. “I can take care of myself.”

A loud clank boomed from the side of the gates.

“We have to get in Sector Seven right now!” Tifa shouted quickly before dashing through the massive closing metal. The two rushed behind and made it through with plenty of time to spare.

Only then did they learn Shinra had caught onto their plan.

The sector was flooded with security personnel threatening anyone who planned to leave, rifles and batons at the ready to take down any resistance. The deadly uniforms even found the underground tunnels to Sector Five, both barring any entrance and trapping the people inside.

This was not part of the plan. Thankfully only the bottom of the pillar was guarded to the teeth. Strife and the boys were still at the ready, but Tifa’s group needed to fight their way through. At the very least, they could be backup for ‘Long Story’.

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“Big Brother, can I have a potion?”

“Why the hell would I give you a potion.”

“Because we're being good,” Loz explained a bit defensively.

“'Being good'?”

“Yes. We listened. We haven't tried to run away.”

Strife groaned. They had been up here for hours waiting for Shinra to make their move. None of them spoke a word to each other. The boys didn’t know what Strife would do, and Strife didn’t know what he should do. “Have you really been getting away with this ‘helpless child’ act after what you did?”

“We saved your life here…”

“Don’t pretend you were selfless.”

Yazoo sighed as he scratched his arm. “Your friends are grateful nonetheless…”

The man almost growled, digging through his pocket before throwing the container to the largest boy. “I will hunt you down if you try to run away.”

“We haven’t tried to leave…” Loz explained sadly as he popped the container open. “Your friends are nice to us…”

That… Strife didn’t know how to react to that, the childish sadness genuinely getting on his nerves. A lie? Most likely. A statement that wouldn't hold up if their 'mother' stood in the way? Absolutely. If Tifa did not demand their lives remain whole, Strife would absolutely claim ‘he couldn’t get there in time’ or ‘Shinra was more prepared than he thought’.

The ratchet of bullets pierced through the slums, and the boys ran from the control panel to the edge in search of the source, clinging to the railing between the three hundred meter drop. Yazoo instinctively reached for his gun. Loz did the same for his gloves, but both were quickly reminded by the emptiness at their sides where their weapons actually were.

Strife had long discarded the remnants’ hardly functioning scraps from the slums. He managed to find all of their true weapons when he first appeared in this new world, and he sheathed them for safe keeping within his many sword holders.

They glanced back at their big brother. “Tifa’s back…”

He nodded, watching the center pillar of Midgar. A single helicopter tainted the under skyscape. The Turks. There was no other option.

“She found you…”

No surprise there. “Get away from the edge before they realize we’re up here.”

They nodded and went back to leaning against the control panel. Loz was positively itching for battle, his hands twitching and eyes constantly jerking to every sound below. If Yazoo felt the same way, he did not show it.

Mako eyes watched and enhanced ears listened as the battle and the aircraft moved closer and closer. Soon one clearly overtook the other, and the dreaded helicopter donned with Shinra’s logo landed on the platform first.

The two remnants were taken aback by the familiar faces threatening them once more.

“Damn, you sure move quickly…” Reno muttered as he readied his baton. “Leaving Aerith all on her own just to get a new wardrobe?”

“We’ll have to check up on her later,” Rude responded.

Strife did not answer them, silently adjusting his fully complete sword.

“No comment this time?”

Again, nothing.

“Straight to the fight then, huh? Just the way I like it!” The red headed Turk attacked first, but Strife’s single maneuver had the tip of his blade to the agent’s throat.

Rude tried to intervene, yet suffered the same fate from a single click of the detaching blades.

“Fall back.”

“Ha! Get real!”

Another attempt. Another failure.

“Fall. Back,” The blonde practically growled.

“What the hell…?” Reno muttered, utterly confused how this man suddenly gained so much strength.

“Get back on that helicopter. And tell Tsung you failed.” Strife saw the twitch in their eyes at the mention of their boss. Of course these trained professionals hid their slip quickly. “Never return to Sector Seven again.”

“Like hell we will!”

Strife stalked forward slowly, forcing them both back at the same pace. “Tell them I was there when Sephiroth burned Nibelheim to the ground and they covered it up. Tell them I will use every inconsistency of the actors you left there, the hidden chamber in the mako reactor housing a literal alien, that their ultimate goal is to find a fictional Promised Land by torturing a mother and daughter because they have no reading comprehension skills, that they injected every SOLDIER with both mako and the alien’s DNA and that’s why we all degrade, to take them down. I can go on with all the lies and cover ups Shinra has done in the name of more gil, and I will shout it from the top of Shinra Tower if I have to. Do I make myself clear?”

“Tell them yourself,” Reno spat.

Strife shoved them against the aircraft. “Get out of here.”

“Why don’t you kill us?”

Reno really needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut.

“Because I want Shinra and all its bullshit off my back.”

Finally the two Turks entered the helicopter, the redheaded one still glaring at Strife with a silent demand. This isn’t over. Rude opened fire. Each bullet crashed straight into the control panel and screens. And the long haired boy that wasn’t fast enough to dodge.

Strife slashed a beam of magic at them, but Reno stole the reins and flew them out of the way and towards HQ. Once he was sure they wouldn’t return, he ran to the Remnant’s side, shoving an elixir into the boy’s hand. “Take this before Tifa kills me.”

Yazoo nodded through gritted teeth and obeyed, shakily lifting the bottle with both arms as blood flowed down his shirt. The bullet literally went through him, the panel visible through the wound.

Of course his wound just began to close as Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith finally arrived.

Tifa spoke first as Cloud observed in shock, and Aerith watched with curiosity. “Strife, did you take care of them?”

He nodded. “The Turks are gone. They’re not coming back.”

“Miss Tifa, please help Yazoo!” The elder remnant yelled.

Tifa and Aerith ran to the young boy’s side, but Aerith was the one to cast a healing spell and mend his shoulder completely.

“There you go, little guy,” She gave a small smile to hopefully prevent any worry, but he just gave her a confused look.

Strife glanced up at his younger self. “Where’s Kadaj?”

Cloud hardened his confusion for a moment, taking on the soldier-like instincts he needed to get through this. “The Turks took him.”

“...no…” Denial clogged his voice.

“We have to get him out of there.”

“You’re messing with me-”

“Shinra put a bounty on them and I guarantee if we don’t get there soon-”

“-Hojo’s gonna experiment on him with anything he deems fit.” Strife finished for… ‘himself’.

Cloud only nodded. A lot of explanations were in order, as well as developing a completely new plan.

“...FUCK.”

* * *

It was dark outside his container, the cylindrical glass chamber Shinra trapped him in. He growled at the irony of it all, that he suffered the same fate as Mother when all he wanted to do was find Her. She had to be here. They always knew how to keep her hidden, but each attempt at escape left him in greater pain.

He scratched silently at the massive bandages of his chest, a procedure he was told started and finished while he was unconscious. The resultant grogginess still infected his mind. He almost missed the annoying Shinra lap dogs that brought him here.

This lab was Hell incarnate.

They threw him in some kind of battle chamber until he couldn’t stand, each robot and creature wearing him down bit by torturous bit. Once he collapsed, they injected him with some kind of tranquilizer. He awoke in the tank after the procedure concluded, but even through his frustrated and drug-ailed mind, he knew the name he kept hearing over and over and over again.

What were they looking for? What did they think they would find?

The scientist with long greasy black hair and dark circular glasses paced in front of his chamber again, the same one he was certain made every decision about his existence in this laboratory. Small mako tanks lined the walls, but most light came from the lacking artificial glow above.

“You know of Sephiroth, yes?” Hojo’s slimy voice finally stained the air.

“I’ve never known Sephiroth,” Kadaj spat the truth, his glare nearly cutting the glass he was trapped in.

“Your test results are quite impossible without some connection to him. So what are you? The result of some desperate fangirl looking through his garbage?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Come now. I have plenty of time.”

“It’s. Complicated.”

Hojo skimmed through the clipboard in his hand. “A new mutation of S cells. Slight differences in bone structure at presumed age. Greater presence of mako within cell formations. You’re almost the same as Sephiroth. But not completely. There are certain genes missing, genes I know you need to survive.”

“Mother…” The small word left his lips in the tiniest defiant whisper.

“Excuse me?”

“Because of Mother…”

He gave an annoyed sigh. “I don’t care what your lying mother told you, there’s no physical way-”

Kadaj suddenly slammed in the glass, cutting the scientist off. “Don’t you dare insult Mother like that.”

“I will speak of your worthless mother as I deem fit-”

His blood boiled. “She did not sail the cosmos to be judged by the likes of a pathetic creature like you!”

Hojo took a single inch back, his eyes finally returning to the boy. “...Who was your mother?”

“Your kind calls Her a calamity. But She is a godsend.”

“What's her name?”

The child slammed the glass again, this time earning a shock and a small shout in response.

“What is her name, Child?”

“...You called Mother 'Jenova'. 'A new god'. That’s the only thing you did right.”

Hojo skimmed the note again, the smallest flicker appearing in his eye. Realization. “...You’re a part of Sephiroth.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but fell silent at the truth.

“Yes, yes, that’s exactly why you’re incomplete.” Hojo kept flipping through the pages. “Even your battle results agree, just shy of what Sephiroth was capable of at your age.”

“Stop saying his name…” The mutter went unheard.

“Oh we need much more testing. Under certain simulations, do you make the same decisions? Do you use the same spells? Do you have the same temper? Besides mannerisms, can I rebuild Sephiroth through you? Or separate Jenova’s cells from your DNA and begin entirely new experiments?”

Kadaj gulped, his heart sinking and a deep instinct threatening to cry out from his very soul.

This lab is Hell.

“The possibilities are endless.”

To be Continued...

Thanks for reading!

Author’s Note: I try not to curse in my fics, but this seemed appropriate.

#ffvii #final fantasy vii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #cloud strife #ff tifa #ff7 tifa #tifa lockhart #ff7 aerith #aerith gainsborough #ffvii aerith #kadaj ff7 #ffvii hojo #hojo ffvii #ff7 hojo #ffvii advent children #advent children #loz ff7 #yazoo ff7

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indigosuvi · 1 year ago

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edit made by me. do not re-upload. <3

#kadaj ff7 #kadaj #kadaj ffvii #kadaj edit #final fantasy edit #final fantasy #final fantasy kadaj #ff kadaj #ff kadaj edit

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kniteracy · 20 days ago

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Musica Universalis

From Gwyneth: Perhaps I have not told you this, but in another life, on another timeline, you might even say in another reality, your Faerie Queen is a musician. Not a famous one, but a good one. It is said that Faeries, while we may inspire great art, are incapable of producing it ourselves. Perhaps this is true for some of my Fae family, but for me, there is always the pull of song, of poetry,…

#Belle Epoque #Cazimi #CKit Falconry #Faeble #Fantasy Faire #Fantasy Faire 2025 #FF 2025 #Floro #Goth Grove #Harmonious Glade #HarshLands #Illusions #Janire Coba #Kadaj Yoshikawa #Lumae #Nefekalum #Raven Bell

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sillyguysss · 4 months ago

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They are getting along stellar.

Vanitas: *Beating the shit out of Ventus who's dead on the ground*

Kadaj: hey man I think you got him

Vanitas: YOU WANT WHAT HE'S HAVING?

Kadaj: No-

Vanitas: THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT

#Lie #They hate eachother #But in an affectionate way #ff 7 #kadaj ff7 #kingdom hearts #I hope my characterisation isn't too bad lmfao #I've never written any of them before

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mojavejourneys · 5 months ago

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The Deityverse - A Final Fantasy VII x Soul Calibur AU - part 1

sooooooo since my good friend @theghostavocadoe posted their art of one of the remnants for this AU, it's high time I just talked about it because GAWD DAYUM I HAVE A LOT TO SAY. And yes this ended up as a crossover AU because I made all their designs in the Soul Calibur VI character creator so it ended up getting some Soul Calibur lore mixed in there, along with nods to other mythologies because I'm a fuckin nerd lmao

Anyways the basic premise of this AU is that Genesis, Sephiroth and Angeal all serve as the three patron gods of the city/nation of Alfitaria (if you picked up that this was a nod to FF: Crystal Chronicles you'd be RIGHT), and many of the other FFVII cast work for them. There is also the nation of Wutai, led by a pantheon of gods headed by Tseng who take care of the threat of malfested beings. And finally, the underworld is governed by Jenova (who is very morally grey in this AU but she can be hella manipulative when she wants to be)

Putting this under a cut cuz this is about to get LONG. And it's going to be in multiple parts. This part will talk about the Carpe Vinum Pantheon (notably the FFVII cast who are part of it), along with a bit of background.

Anyways, beginning with the Carpe Vinum Pantheon, the pantheon that rules over Alfitaria...

Genesis Rhapsodos, Patron God of the Arts and Passions, Wielder of the Divine Flame

Genesis governs the creative spirit of Alfitaria's citizens after he was adopted into the pantheon following a past he's not particularly proud of, but he does his utmost to ensure that he makes his worshippers happy. He inspires creativity and passion in all forms, not just the passion of love, but the passion of the craft too. He's a phoenix-adjacent deity with dominion over the elements of fire and lightning.

Sephiroth Lunatum, Patron God of War and Morale, Wielder of the Divine Hurricane

Sephiroth is the one who governs the city's morale, which was only found out after a decree from Myrrh (the all-powerful god of the world also known as He Who Surveys All) that led to him leaving the pantheon for a time and going mad, inciting the Vengeful Hurricane War (this AU's equivalent of the Nibelheim Incident). After seeking forgiveness and showing remorse, Sephiroth was instated as a patron god and serves to inspire the nation's warriors. He is a naga-adjacent being with dominion over the elements of wind and ice.

Angeal Hewley, Patron God of Homesteading and Constitution, Keeper of the Divine Deluge

Angeal is the one who serves the land, and he's the one who ensures the livelihoods of the farmers who provide food for the citizenry. He much prefers to be low-key and humble about his status as a divine being, and his temple is a refuge for those fleeing dangerous situations or those who just want sanctuary. He is a merfolk-adjacent being with dominion over the elements of water and earth.

Cloud Strife, Seraph of Bravery

Cloud is the seraph who sings the praises of the patron gods, but he also doesn't take any shit from the higher powers. He's not afraid to stand up for what's right, and he earned his title of the Seraph of Bravery after singlehandedly making the decisive move that helped bring the Vengeful Hurricane War to an end.

Zack Fair, Demigod of Loyalty

Zack is the one who represents loyalty, and he was mentored by Angeal. He's very rambunctious and exciteable, hence why some people think he's a puppy. But he cares deeply for his nation, his fellow divine entities and his friends.

Kadaj, Yazoo and Loz, the Demigod Generals of Sephiroth

When Sephiroth was defeated during one of the battles of the Vengeful Hurricane War, his remains were sent down to a lake in the underworld. His willpower was that strong that several fragments formed and became his remnants.

Kadaj represents his unbridled rage and desire for bloodshed.

Yazoo represents his strategy and cunning, along with his wisdom.

Loz represents his raw strength, along with his repressed emotions.

Following Sephiroth's return to the pantheon, these three became demigods and now serve as his generals, and he sees them as his sons.

(The SCVI designs were made with some input from @theghostavocadoe, though they've revamped the designs into something better!)

Gideon Biggs, Seraphic Provisioner

Biggs is Angeal's seraph and helps keep the city stocked up on supplies, along with his fellow angels Jessie Rasberry and Wedge. He seems very rough and rugged on the outside, but he's got a heart of gold and cares deeply about those he's close to.

Scarlet, Goddess of Weaponry

Scarlet is the very-much-disliked goddess whose temple is situated on the city's outskirts. She is in charge of providing weapons for the armies and ensuring that shipments of weapons go where they're needed. She got her role after Sephiroth was exiled from the pantheon, and she rules her part with an iron fist. The angels under her command are treated horribly, with one of them serving as a footstool (whom she calls Ottoman). While everyone talks about getting rid of Scarlet, they can't because she is incredibly good at her job, and she does it well.

Aerith Gainsborough, Head Priestess of the Temple of the Divine Flame

Aerith was taken in at a young age by Genesis when her mother Ifalna (the previous head priestess) was killed at the temple steps by a malfested god who utterly despised Genesis (from the past he doesn't talk about). She eventually decided that she wanted to work as his head priestess, and now she leads the services at the temple, taking offerings and making sure her god gets his praises. She loves flowers. Despite her seemingly lithe appearance, she is a demigoddess and has a staff that she's not afraid to use. Watch out if she grabs the steel chair though.

#final fantasy vii #ffvii #the deityverse au #ffvii au #genesis rhapsodos #sephiroth #angeal hewley #cloud strife #zack fair #trying to keep this concise was tough but HEY LMAO #AND I NEED SEVERAL PARTS AUGH

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darkheartedprince · 8 months ago

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x. @firexfvalisthea sent : Top 10 favourite characters? Your OTP? (for final fantasy munday meme)

Accepting from this meme.

TOP TEN FAVOURITE CHARACTERS:

This one's a little too easy to answer, but I'm gonna rank them in order of 1 - 10 . This is based on a lot of internal factors , but also one game holds my heart so tight and I write in this fandom a lot , so . . . on that note !

Noctis {ffxv}

Ignis {ffxv}

Cloud {ffvii}

Prompto (ffxv)

Aerith {ffvii}

Zack {ffvii}

Yuna {ffx}

Lunafreya {ffxv}

Tidus {ffx}

Sephiroth {ffvii}

BONUS/ HONORABLE MENTIONS {BECAUSE I CAN}: Kadaj {ffvii}, Cindy {ffxv}, and Somnus {ffxv}, Joshua {ffxvi}.

OTP:

I'm breaking this one down by games I've played . So , that being said here we go:

FF X: Yuna and Tidus all the way . They're literally so cute ?? I could write essays about them , and I just might . I will happily die on this hill. They're also from the very first FF game I've played , so no matter what they will always hold a special place in my heart.

FF VII: Surprise to no one, I have a few in this fandom/game . Aerith and Cloud . I think they are really soft together , and she brings out a side of Cloud that we don't normally get to see . On the flip side , Cloud brings out a certain spunkiness in Aerith and they balance each other out well . Cloud and Zack . I'm a sucker for a good best friends to lovers , ride or die trope . I am . Cloud changes so much around Zack , and Zack helps him open up and not be so stormy. They're cute . Zack and Aerith . Classic , tried and true that can do no wrong in my heart . They have great chemistry , and their story is just . . .delightful . Tifa and Cloud grew on me , but I really learned to love them . They take work though , they fight some times , but at the end of the day they always return back to each other and are always there for one another . They’re another pair that are loyal to a fault no matter what happens .

FF XV: Same thing as FFVII , I have a lot of OTPs for this game . This game has me in a stupid chokehold . That being said . Noctis and Prompto . Best friends to lovers . Awkward best friends since childhood , falling in love during sunrises . Late night pizza , and 3am talks about nothing . They get each other and just . . . I love them , okay ? Following that path, Ignis and Noctis . Listen , this one tickles my senses . I adore them . They are the classic 'prince falling in love with his advisor' trope. Ignis knows every little hair on Noctis' head, while Noctis knows Ignis' routine backwards and forwards . They have really tender moments . And don't get me started on Ignis actually willing to die for Noctis to keep him safe . Okay ? Okay . Noctis and Lunafreya . The game did them justice but not enough justice {we got so little screen time with them, don't come for me}. That being said , the moments we did get were beautiful between them . You could tell how much she cared about him from a young age , and how much he valued her and respected her . They had a really particular bond and it was remarkable . {One of my favourite threads I've written on @rexelectus was a thread of just letters between Luna and Noctis and it's my favourite in the universe}. I have too many OTPs for this game, Ravus and Ignis , Prompto and Cindy , Iris and Talcott , Aulea and Regis. I could write even more about this game than I already have , so I'mma stop .

#x. o o c | Thank you so much for sending this in !!! <3 #x. b o t t l e d l e t t e r s | a n s w e r e d #x. s h a d o w s s p e a k | m u n a n s w e r e d #firexfvalisthea

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