#late night floofcanon

[prismaticpichu]

The amount of times Zack has called his friend “Seph” is double the amount of squats he can do in a month. He uses the nickname every day—every time he’s with his pal (“Seph! Hey, Seph! C’mon, Seph, get some shuteye!”). And it makes sense, too, for someone as loving as Zack to use such a love-laden nickname for his friend. Just as it makes sense for Sephiroth’s professional nature to only refer to his friend by his proper name.

Except no one but Sephiroth knows of the time when the gesture actually was returned. When he broke character. When Zack had fallen asleep on the couch in the office for the dozenth time, unwilling to go to sleep until Seph did, too. When he had taken the decorative throw blanket, tucked it over the boy, and had murmured with a faint smile on his face,

“My little buddy.”

[prismaticpichu]

One morning, a casual civilian walked onto the sands of Costa Del Sol to find a beautiful, elaborate drawing of General Sephiroth hugging a puppy etched into the shore. No one could figure out who on Gaia would dare to draw something so wild—who would dare draw something that portrayed the steely warrior as so…. vulnerable. Who on Gaia would have the guts—let alone the imagination—to draw a faint, closed-lipped smile on the man’s face. Pictures were taken; they spread to articles, and those articles spread around to each and every person in the city. It became something of a phenomenon, really. A legendary story of someone who had the audacity to illustrate the strongest SOLDIER on the planet as someone so soft.

No one but Zack Fair knew it was drawn by none other than Sephiroth himself, who he watched use Masamune to create it the night before <3

[prismaticpichu]

Miscellaneous FF7 Floofcanons To Heal Me From Rebirth 💕

• Zack, unsure of how to properly use chopsticks just sticks them in his mouth and pretends to be a walrus. Angeal tells him to have some respect just before Sephiroth picks up his own chopsticks and imitates Zack

• Genesis, quietly reciting Loveless lines to Sephiroth as the man lays ill in bed. There’s a steaming bowl of soup on the nightstand that Angeal just brought in. Gradually, Sephiroth begins to fall asleep in the presence of his two treasured friends. Friends who had been gone all week on a mission, all the way across the continent, and now were back safe and sound by his side.

• Zack, bringing Aerith a handmade Cactuar plushie for her birthday and then proceeding to do the Dance™️

• Zack and Cloud, having claimed a table in the mess hall that they eat at every day together. Zack is often invited to sit with his posse of other SOLDIER buddies, but always chooses to stay right there with Cloud. The two share a bucket of french fries every Friday.

• Lazard, having access to the files, sending out a mass email to everyone in ShinRa informing people that it’s Sephiroth’s birthday; everyone chips in to throw a surprise party for their general—all orchestrated by Genesis and Angeal, who keep Sephiroth out of the base by taking him on a picnic

• Sephiroth and Zack, devising a plan where Seph secretly stitches Zack’s clothes back together every time he rips something on a mission. He always makes sure to mend the uniform before Angeal ever finds out.

• Cloud, writing anonymous appreciation letters to Sephiroth that he asks Zack to deliver; Zack delivers them personally, and Sephiroth always writes back thank you notes for Zack to deliver back

• Angeal and Genesis, getting Sephiroth a little fish to brighten up his office. Sephiroth names the animal “Yūjō”, which translates to “friendship.”

• Angeal and Genesis and Sephiroth, rotating between their apartments each Saturday for movie night. When Angeal invites Zack into the friend group, he added the tradition of bringing candy and soda.

• Angeal and Genesis, always making sure their schedule is clear on Mother’s Day so they can stay by Sephiroth’s side. The first time Genesis and Angeal used their permission to deny a mission as a First was so they could be with their friend that day.

• Angeal, always making sure to have Zack’s favorite dinner prepared for whenever he returns from missions. Genesis always makes sure the TV remote is free while Sephiroth greets Zack in the hallway. He asks for his usual “secret Zack hug”, and the two only go inside once it’s been given.

• Angeal and Sephiroth & Genesis, all tutoring Zack to give Zack the education he missed out on when he ran away from home at age 13. Genesis focuses on art and literature, Angeal focuses on history, and Sephiroth focuses on math and science.

• Tseng, delivering Zack a hefty check on his birthday with a little note that reads “SOLDIERs really should be paid equal”

• Zack, putting up a bulletin board over his bed that reads “Home”. Over his time at ShinRa, the sparse photos of his parents and childhood are gradually joined by photos from missions and his fondest memories with Genesis, Angeal, Sephiroth, Cloud, Kunsel, the Turks, and all his other treasured friends

• Zack and Sephiroth, cocooned in each other’s arms as they lie in bed together. Their heads are touching, their eyes are closed. And in that delicate moment Zack mumbles, “you and me, Seph…” To which Sephiroth softly completes with, “forever.”

This has been your friendly dose of Pichu. Hope you have a wonderful night! <3

[prismaticpichu]

Sephiroth, using his prodigious strength to carry Zack on his shoulders more times than he has seen the stars.

Which is alright, in his book, when Zack has the idea of using his newfound height one day to stick glow in the dark stars onto the ceiling of Sephiroth’s bedroom <3

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Zack, buying a manga for the cool as heck pictures, but not realizing that he is unable to understand the dialogue.

Sephiroth, bilingual, reads it aloud to Zack as they sit on the couch together <3

(Yes. He even does different voices to make the pupper laugh)

[prismaticpichu]

This concept WON’T pay rent or leave my brain.

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ZackSeph Nibelheim au wherein Zack and Seph are sharing a room at the inn. Zack’s brow is furrowed in distressed, tossing and turning as he lays gripped in the haunting talons of a nightmare. A prophetic nightmare where he sees Seph turning against him—turning against everyone—laughing like a maniac with an unrecognizable blaze in his eyes, with a blood-bathed Masamune in his hand as he viciously attacks him without mercy. Seph… he’s mumbling in his sleep. Please… it’s me… Please… don’t…

Suddenly, tender hands are shaking him awake, shattering the nightmare. Zack’s eyes flare open to see Sephiroth standing over him, concern etched deep on his features. The boy’s breath is erratic, panicked; it takes several beats for it to find rhythm again, remnants of the nightmare clinging to him like the glistening pearls beading his lashes. Sephiroth asks what’s wrong—why his friend was calling his name. Zack is hesitant to respond, swallowing. But he eventually gives in as Sephiroth remains by his side, patient and assuring, a comforting presence that soothes his soul like balm. He explains his nightmare, spilling his terror. His emotions. Throat nearly closing as he struggles to finish the conclusion—the bloody gleam of Masamune, the way Seph had speared her through his—

As Zack’s voice trails off, shaking, Sephiroth face softens into an empathetic ache. He reaches out to brush the tears from Zack’s eyes, catching them with tender fingers. It’s just a nightmare… he assures kindly. It’s all alright now. But Zack isn’t fully assuaged; something about it all was too real, too vivid. Already stabbed with the pain of betrayal, having to fight a friend to the death… it’s just too much to think about his last remaining rock turning against him. Seeing his distress, Sephiroth gathers the boy into a warm embrace, holding him close, sinking onto the edge of the bed as Zack burrows into his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, wrapping his arms around him in turn. Clinging.

Shhh…. It’s alright. I’m here. You’re safe.

I thought… I thought I lost you. You didn’t even recognize me.

Sephiroth only holds him tighter.

They stay like that for a long, nebulous stretch of time, until Zack’s breathing begins to steady, until his eyes begin to close. As sleep begins to claim the boy again, Sephiroth carefully tucks him back under the covers, ensuring his comfort and warmth. Pulling the sheets up to his shoulders and slowly pulling away.

As he turns around, ready to return to bed, Zack’s eyes creak open.

Seph... would you... stay with me?

There’s a beat, a moment of stillness. But one that is quickly broken. Understanding the depth of his friend’s turmoil, Sephiroth returns nothing but a slow, kind nod, sliding into the bed beside his friend and wrapping his arms protectively around him. Zack nestles deep into the embrace, finding solace in the familiar warmth and sanctuary.

It’s my job to protect you, Zack… You know that. I won’t let anything harm you.

Zack nestles closer, sinking deeper into his best friend’s arms as a dreamless slumber begins to wash over him… safe and sound with a steady heartbeat pressed against his own.

…I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Sephiroth holds him tighter, protecting his treasure.

And you will never have to find out. I promise.

~

Does he find out? Does Sephiroth go insane, or does Zack remind him of the promise he made as Jenova attempts to claim him? Does their love break her control? Does Sephiroth choose his best friend over his book, keeps his vows over learning the twisted truth?

Well… I’m me. I think the answer is obvious <3

[prismaticpichu]

Floofcanon!~

Knowing how strict Angeal could be through first-hand experience, Sephiroth took the young Second Class his friend was training aside one day, and together they developed a system: every time Zack returned from a mission with tattered, torn clothes, he would go straight to Sephiroth so the man could stitch the injured clothes back together. Ofc this happened almost every mission given just how headstrong the SOLDIER was, given how much he ran into the fire. That poor uniform ended up going through a whole lot—so much so that an entire chunk of fabric was pried right off by the maws of a Blood Taste. Yet no matter the severity Sephiroth was ready, ready to protect his new friend from the lectures. The shame. The discouragement. Ready to keep his honor in place. He stayed up all night stitching that fabric back into place, putting those old, child-absorbed medical skills to use, and Angeal was never the wiser.

A year later, the system was still in place. Except it was a First Class uniform that Sephiroth was stitching now. And stitching with a noticeable less sense of urgency.

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“There.” Sephiroth handed the newly mended shirt to his friend, a certain delicateness in his voice that hadn’t been present before. “It’s in wearable condition again. For now.”

Zack accepted the bundle with similar fragility, a small grin budding at the quip. “Thanks, pal,” he said sincerely, before looking down to the floor, the blue eyes almost dim against the midnight gloom of the apartment.

Sephiroth waited for a beat to pass. “What’s wrong?” he couldn’t help but ask, although the knot in the heart filled in those contours for him.

“It’s, just…” Zack started quietly. “Sometimes I can’t help but think… y’know… about Angeal, and what he would think of me now… still messing myself up like this…”

A firm hand came down on his shoulder.

“He would be proud,” Sephiroth said then, without a single thread of hesitation laced between his voice.

Zack glanced up to meet his friend’s gaze. “…How do you know?”

Sephiroth kept his gaze quiet, gazing at his friend, the vague reflection of Mako puddling against the scar on the boy’s cheek. A blemish on innocence. A laceration on sprit. A mark. A reminder. A wound torn agape, and a wound stitched back together again.

“Because,” Sephiroth said softly. “I am too.”

[prismaticpichu]

Late Night Floofcanon!

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On nights when Angeal wasn’t around to be in the kitchen for his student, Sephiroth took over dinner duty. He wasn’t exactly a stellar chef, no, or as experienced and cook-literate as his older friend. But he always tried his hand at it. Zack needed to eat, after all—and he didn’t want to let down Angeal. Nor did he trust someone so rambunctious with the stove. (Nor did he trust Genesis.)

And so the routine started: Angeal would leave for a mission, or this, or that, and he would scrawl down a recipe for Sephiroth to follow. The man could usually mimic them with ease, making Zack’s favorite food taste just like it would had Angeal made it. It was a simple and easy procedure to follow when Angeal wasn’t around.

But then, Angeal wasn’t around. And there were no more recipes to follow.

Sephiroth had to make his own food, eventuality. Take the knowledge he knew of his new friend’s likes and dislikes and cook for him himself. He crafted his own meals and served them, knowing deep inside that Zack’s health would suffer should he not push him to eat. He would know: he had grown increasingly malnourished since the day Genesis was reported missing. By cooking for Zack, he not only ensured his best friend’s student was safe and healthy, but force him to stay afloat as well.

So they would sit together at Sephiroth’s kitchen table, Angeal’s apartment silently off-limits. Zack would say the food was good. Great, actually. And he would thank him every dinner. And Sephiroth would nod in return, gathering the dishes to wash them.

Eventually, time passed in ShinRa, various tragedies ravaged the company and various tempests tried to break both their spirits. More secrets were uncovered. More people were loss. Angeal’s apartment was locked from the outside, and never opened again.

But even through the worst of it all, there was the still the eye of the storm—the same, familiar routine that stood strong amid the winds. And that was eating dinner together. Sephiroth still cooked for them both every night. Every night Zack would come over, and every night Sephiroth would be over the stove, the gravity of the day and afternoon carried on their shoulders……. and it was there, at those fragile dinnertimes. where that weight would be slowly shed. Zack would let his emotions bleed, confessing how hard it was to keep a smile—to stay happy, to the SOLDIER he was supposed to be; and Sephiroth would listen, and say Zack was doing his best, and express his own mutual feelings on the absence of their friends. And It was one of these nights that Zack confessed what happened in Modeoheim.

Zack broke down at the table, unable to bridle his emotions any longer. Sephiroth hadn’t known what to do, initially. Let the numbness of what Zack had confessed sink in. Let him grieve, let the broken dirge choke harrowingly throughout the apartment. Sephiroth stared at his own food, silent, uncertain…… and that’s when the realization of what he was doing sank in.

There we was, looking after his friend on the most surface level imaginable. He cooked for him, kept him healthy…. and that was at all. He was letting him cry—let him be consumed by his own guilt and grief. He was letting Angeal down.

He pushed his chair out then, standing up, walking around the side of the table to take his place next to the boy for the first time since their routine started. And there he pulled his only friend into an embrace.

Sephiroth didn’t known how long he had been holding him for, but at some nebulous point in time Zack did calm down. He offered to try and make him something else, something to make him feel better. Zack wiped his eyes and almost jokingly said that ice cream healed all wounds. It was a sad kind of joking, like a desperate attempt to light a waxless candle. But the request was still serious at its core, and that’s how Sephiroth found himself scooping blobs of chocolate into a blender as he made his friend a milkshake. Zack said it was one of the best things he had in a long, long time. That much wasn’t a joke.

As time went on, wounds were gradually scabbed over, gauze was wrapped, and normalcy began to take its place again. Zack’s smiles became more genuine—Sephiroth could tell, could see the shift every night thereafter. And Sephiroth, for his part, felt his own world beginning to mend. The days didn’t seem so bad of so long, not when he always had something to look forward to at the end of them. He felt something inside him come back together again every time he cooked for himself and Zack, and every time he made him a milkshake after, and every time Zack thanked him for being there—something he now returned with gratitude of his own.

Soon, he really did begin to feel whole.

[lumine-no-hikari]

This is wonderful. 🥰🥰🥰 Let's have more of this!!

One morning, a casual civilian walked onto the sands of Costa Del Sol to find a beautiful, elaborate drawing of General Sephiroth hugging a puppy etched into the shore. No one could figure out who on Gaia would dare to draw something so wild—who would dare draw something that portrayed the steely warrior as so…. vulnerable. Who on Gaia would have the guts—let alone the imagination—to draw a faint, closed-lipped smile on the man’s face. Pictures were taken; they spread to articles, and those articles spread around to each and every person in the city. It became something of a phenomenon, really. A legendary story of someone who had the audacity to illustrate the strongest SOLDIER on the planet as someone so soft.

No one but Zack Fair knew it was drawn by none other than Sephiroth’s himself, who he watched use Masamune to create it the night before <3