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Rare family photo of mother and son
#Sephiroth#jenova#sephiroth x jenova#ff7 crisis core#ff7#final fantasy vii#ff7 meme#ff7 remake#ff7 rebirth#cat#cats#cats of tumblr#alien
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Viva! Viva!
The soldiers night's was so funny! Enjoy with them hahaha
Boys just wanna have fun!
Sephiroth, Genesis and Angeal...zack was there.
#digitalart#art#animeart#art🎨#instart#cute#anime#fanart#instagramartist#mangaart#final fantasy remake#final fantasy vii#final fantasy 7#final fantasy rebirth#chocobo#final fantasy series#ff7#sephiroth#crisis core#genesis rhapsodos#ffvii angeal#angeal x genesis#ff7 angeal#angeal hewley#ff7 sephiroth#jenova#zack fair#soldiers#rufus shinra#ff7 rebirth
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Homecoming
Sequel to this fic here.
Pairing: "Fluffy" Sephiroth/Pregnant Darling
Content Warning: Yandere Sephiroth. Monster Pregnancy.
"Again," Sephiroth ordered, conjuring more fiends for your precious triplets to strike down.
"You said to kill them in one blow, and that's exactly what we did!" Kadaj protested, while Loz groaned and Yazoo sighed. Despite his gentle smile, Sephiroth's serious and grim tone left no room for argument.
"Those blows were too weak. You need to be faster and precise," He continued. The boys pouted. "Again." Sephiroth then turned his back. His gentle smile became a sneer once he laid his slit eyes on you.
With a seductive sway to his hips, he approached you. You were absolutely stunning in your white lacey maternity dress, like a goddess prepared to birth another. Your enormous swollen belly that had ominous dark veins over it looked just as massive as it did a decade ago when you were carrying the triplets. But this pregnancy felt anything but normal compared to your last one.
JENOVA started to show more signs of activity in your womb recently, although it is still lower than expected for this stage of the pregnancy, which reached forty-two weeks now. To help induce labor, Sephiroth had been taking you and the boys on frequent excursions, since that outdoor exercise could help you, and it also provided more opportunities to train and indoctrinate the boys. He sat behind you and embraced you.
"Our boys are getting stronger... But they still have much to learn." He whispered. His velvety sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to squirm out of his grasp, yet something about him compelled you to stay close, craving him. You heard the triplet boys shout triumphantly in this distance once they defeated the fiends. They ran toward you and Sephiroth.
"Mother! Did you see that!?"
"Hmph. She was obviously watching me!"
"Yet I was the one to do Father's objective the fastest."
You forced a sweet smile as you waved at them, while Sephiroth quickly wore his own gentle smile. He briefly removed his arm from underneath your swollen breasts, raising it to summon more fiends to stop the boys in their tracks.
"Good, my children. Now eliminate more," he gently commanded. They pouted and took out their weapons to continue honing their skills. As soon as the boys were preoccupied again, you and Sephiroth's expressions reverted. At least you two agreed on one thing - keeping the boys as innocent as possible. Even in this dark world, they should be able to express themselves and have the love of both parents while growing up.
"Why did you do this to the world, Sephiroth..." you whispered, your voice trembling with despair as you looked around. His luscious lips briefly brushed against your cheek. On these excursions, the environments your family went through shook you to the core; The trees stood withered, and the once vibrant plant life clung desperately to the dwindling light. No doubt that your beloved husband played a role in this. A dark chuckle escaped his lips in response.
"Because the energies belong to me and my heirs. And once it's fully contained in the Lifestream, our family will be at the center, together…" Those last words he spoke were surprisingly affectionate and brought back memories of the person he used to be as he nuzzled against your neck.
A sudden, powerful kick from JENOVA in the womb made you wince in agony. The sheer force alone knocked the breath out of you. Sephiroth gently massaged your back with one hand, while the other stroked your swollen belly. "Relax, my darling," he cooed, closing his eyes and attempting to communicate with your unborn daughter. In unison, you closed your eyes, not even knowing what he's doing. You just wanted the pain and discomfort to stop. But your mind somehow intertwined with Sephiroth's as he tried to reach her.
Your blood turned to ice from what you saw next from that mental connection. You expected to see a human baby, but instead was a small creature with slimy, pink-red tentacles. At its center, a glowing pink eye stared back at you, surrounded by a dark void. The terrifying sight made you break into sweats as you hastily blocked out the vision. Sephiroth had to stifle his disturbing giggle, not at your distress, but at the anticipation of a new goddess ready to enter the world.
"Don't be afraid, darling... The reunion is upon us."
Just got the random urge to write this drabble for the alternate Domestic AU~.
*cries*
Yandere Domestic AU chronology:
Christmas Kids | The Reunion is Nothing to Fear | Wait for me | The Crowning Moment
#sephiroth#ff7 sephiroth#final fantasy 7#crisis cutie#sephiroth x reader#yandere sephiroth#ff7#jenova#final fantasy x reader#sephiroth's christmas kids au#remnants of sephiroth#dark fic#dead dove#x reader#reader insert#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#tw: yandere#x female reader#tw: monster pregnancy
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If I had a nickel each time there was a video game character that discovered they were created from the DNA of an evil purple alien, see themselves as a monster bc of this & have a breakdown, I'd have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happens twice in 2024. And both projects were funded by their government.
Although their stories do differentiate, they have this in common.
My pookies💔
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#shadow the hedgehog#shadow generations#sonic x shadow generations dark beginnings#sxsg dark beginnings#shadow dark beginnings#dark beginnings#sxs generations#sxsg#sonic x shadow generations#sonic x shadow dark beginnings#the ultimate life form#shadow the ultimate lifeform#sephiroth ff7#sephiroth ffvii#sephiroth final fantasy#ffvii#ffvii rebirth#ffvii remake#sephiroth#sth#final fantasy vii#final fantasy 7#final fantasy advent children#black arms#jenova#square enix#sega#sega sonic
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Nibelheim incident in a nutshell.
#ff7#cloud strife#final fantasy vii#final fantasy vii rebirth#final fantasy vii remake#final fantasy 7#nibelheim#jenova#sephiroth#damn x got hands#this is what happens when you don't earn your strength
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I am looking forward to Remake Part 3 so I made an interpretation of the final battle I believe we’re gonna get.
#funny#shitpost#final fantasy vii#final fantasy 7#cloti#cloud x tifa#tifa lockhart#cloud strife#sephiroth#jenova#ffvii rebirth#ffvii remake#ffvii#ff7#ff7 remake#ff7 rebirth
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Rating: Teen Relationships: Lucrecia/Ifalna, Lucrecia & Sephiroth, Mrs. Shinra/Mrs. Shinra, Jenova & Sephiroth Characters: Lucrecia Crescent, Ifalna, Nanaki's Mother, Kasumi Kisaragi, Claudia Strife, Mrs. Shinra, Sephiroth, Jenova Wordcount: 50,287
Summary: How would the world be different if Ifalna never died? Kasumi Kisaragi? Thea Lockhart?
This is an exploration of a universe in which every mother who dies in canon is instead guaranteed survival, and the chance to play an active role in shaping the world around her.
Yes, all of them.
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Somewhere between a longfic and a vignette collection, which begins with the earliest averted death and follows the ripples onward. This fic uses only mom POVs, and considering some of them do not even have canon names, there's a lot of headcanoning going on here, but I hope y'all will consider joining me for it.
#lufalna#lucrecia crescent#ifalna#sephiroth#nanaki's mother#kasumi kisaragi#claudia strife#mrs. shinra#jenova#mrs. shinra x mrs. shinra#final fantasy vii#ff7#ff7 og#fanfiction#fanfic: no moms die
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Rehehe…. *gives Jenova an aphrodisiac*
*During a fight where Sephiroth and Cloud are facing each other*
Sephiroth: Surrender, Cloud. It is no...use...excuse me for a moment, my mother is communicating with me.
Cloud: ....?
Sephiroth: Hmm. I see. And you think he is suitable?
Cloud: ....??
Sephiroth: Yes, mother, he is old enough.
Cloud: What are you talking about?
Sephiroth: Excuse me mother, father is asking me a question.
Cloud: FATHER?
#ff7#ffvii#final fantasy 7#please don't send me jenova x cloud after this#please#ff7r#final fantasy vii#shit post#sephiroth#jenova
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Sephiroth and Jenova both have a type. Mentally unstable 🥰
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Broken Toy
I'm annoyed that I lost the previous Sephiroth non-con I wrote. I'm pleased that I came up with another idea. Turk!Reader gets toyed with under the cut.
You were assigned to be President Rufus's bodyguard for the evening at some banquet. The details of why it was being held were unimportant. The president seemed annoyed that he had to go. That made you briefly curious, especially after he seemed to enjoy his inauguration so much.
“No trouble is expected but I thought it was prudent to send someone because of the recent assassination attempt,” Tseng explained.
President Rufus seemed even more annoyed at needing a babysitter but added nothing. He wasn't the type to take it out on his subordinates, anyway.
You chose to wear a short, strappy dress in a light fabric and classy colour. The straps allowed your arms to move. The waist was tight and the skirt flared out, ending at mid-thigh, giving your legs freedom. You made sure to wear thin shorts hidden underneath, with a pocket for your phone. A nice balance of pretty and practical. You weren't going to embarrass the president with your choice and would fade into the background nicely behind him.
“I didn't want to bring you and I know you didn't want to come,” the president told you on the night in question. “Let's make this as painless as possible, shall we?”
He said that with a smile but you could tell there was an order hidden in there for you to loosen up.
“Yes, Sir.”
He seemed pleased with that answer. You arrived to the event on his arm but anyone in the know knew you weren't exactly a “date.” He didn't give any specific instructions because you were trusted to know how to behave. In other words, just stand there and be observant. Be a pretty deterrent.
Scarlet was overdressed in comparison, which was to be expected. She wore red, again, but this time with more ruffles and sequins. It wasn't an ugly dress but it looked like she was competing in a competition no one else entered. You blended right in, as long as you didn't stand beside her. Not that you were going to.
Everyone sat for the speeches. The speeches. You rolled your eyes when you thought no one was looking. You took your place, standing at Rufus’s side, while he waited his turn to give his own. He was speaking dead last so it was going to be ages. You scanned the room but everyone remained obediently in their seats. No threats. But rather than get too comfortable, you continued to scan the room every once in a while. It was a way to tune out the shallow Shinra circle-jerk on stage. As much as being out in the field was dirty, and the choices you had to make were hard, it was more comfortable than this.
You spotted what might be a welcome distraction. A field assignment might have wandered in and you felt like it showed up just for you. In the hall, after catering staff swung the door open and closed, something resembling a black robe’s bottom hem disappeared off to the left.
You placed a hand lightly on the president’s shoulder. He turned his head. You leaned in close.
“I see a black robe out in the hallway.”
He glanced across at the room full of people. He frowned. “Find out what it's doing here. Do it quietly. Take care of it before the night is over.”
“Yes, Sir.” You bowed.
“Take care of it” meant “eliminate the target if necessary.” Either way, you were relieved to leave that room full of self-important people. Rufus, you could handle. A whole room of people you had to be polite to, you could not. Not without being absolutely exhausted halfway through the night.
The black hem disappeared around the corner. It didn't quite resemble what you'd seen of the black robes. It did enough to warrant an investigation. You followed around the corner and the scene repeated itself. This time, the black hem disappeared around the corner into the women's washroom. You paused, then realized it was absurd to wonder if the black robe knew where they were going. Needing to get to the bottom of this, you went into the washroom.
It was as expensive as you expected. Every surface was clean, cream-white, and so shiny that you could see yourself in the floor’s reflection. Thankfully, the stalls went down until an inch off the floor. There was even tile cut into the shapes that make up the Shinra logo set in the walls, framing the mirror. The only thing you didn't like was that someone installed those impractical sinks you sometimes see in restaurants trying to put on a fancy façade.
The speeches were still going so the bathroom was empty of attendees. But it was too quiet. The distant, dull murmur of whoever was giving the current speech had faded away at one point. That made no sense, which should have been a warning sign. But your Turk pride didn't let that stop you from starting to open the stall doors one-by-one. Your low heels scuffing on the floor was still the only sound as you found each one empty. You got to the handicap stall, expecting a dramatic finish. You swung it too hard, the dull bong of its impact making you flinch. The creepy situation was starting to get to you.
“Behind you,” said a deep, male voice.
You whipped around, sneering defensively.
You've never met this man, however, you recognized the former SOLDIER, Sephiroth, immediately. You've seen still shots from camera feeds, posters, and illustrations, but you’ve never heard the man's real voice. You would like to think his voice would sound comforting if it wasn’t for the context. He was also as terrifyingly tall as they say. He's holding his signature sword and smiling, too nicely, at you. What he wanted with that smile and why he was here, it couldn't be good for you.
He glanced down at your dress with cat-like eyes and back up to your face. “Aren't you beautiful?”
“No,” you denied immediately. Panicking. No one calls someone beautiful while advancing on them with a giant sword.
He merely chuckled at your attitude. “You're too hard on yourself.”
“What do you want?” you demanded of him, eyes darting to the door behind him. “Back off.”
You're not sure what your plan was. You talked big but in reality, you were just a scared woman trapped in a bathroom with a big, strong murderer. You had speed but so did he, according to the legends. Legends that also said he was supposed to be dead. He was blocking your escape through the door so you did what you could only do. You dashed into the handicap stall and slammed the door–and lock–shut. After a second of thought, you flattened your back to the wall, expecting a long sword to stab through the door.
Undeterred in the slightest, he easily sliced through the lock and pushed the door open.
“That's cute. I like you,” he said, flashing you a smirk, as if commenting on a cute mouse trying its darndest to escape. Even if he meant his words to sound nice, it sounded like a hungry wolf talking down to a frightened rabbit instead.
He turned back to the door to use his sword to barricade it shut. Without enough of a gap under the stalls to slide under, you were trapped in here with him.
You eyed him as he slowly took the remaining steps towards you. He grabbed your shoulders and squeezed. Not too hard, just enough to show that you wouldn't be able to move an inch. And you did try. To your shock, he went in for a kiss. Now that he was here, this close, you froze up. He pulled back and thumbed your chin affectionately, as if to reassure you. Maybe he doesn't want much more, you desperately lied to yourself.
Of course that wasn't true. This time he went in for a bite to your neck. You squealed for the first bite, immediately clamping a hand over your mouth to muffle any subsequent sounds because he continued to bite. One of his thickly gloved hands travelled down your front, gently squeezing each breast they went. Each touch sent a pleasurable lightning strike to the core of you. You cursed your thin dress. The free hand left your breast to pull one of your straps down to bite in that very spot previously covered by the strap. He suddenly yanked on that strap, tearing the dress halfway down the front and back. His teeth left marks. So many marks. He left you resembling a cheetah on your upper half.
You thought he was going to tear your bra next. Instead, he pushed it up, creating overflowing soft flesh. He grinned and bit you there, too. He sucked and glanced up at you with a lazy predatory gaze. A cat holding a toy in his mouth. When he was satisfied, he let the bra fall back into place, leaving another mark behind. You blushed, grateful that at least this one would be easier to hide.
Your phone started vibrating in the small pocket in your shorts. Sephiroth found it immediately. He glanced at the caller ID and then held it up for you to see. ‘Rufus Shinra,’ it read.
“Think he's worried?” he asked in a mocking tone that was real this time.
“Maybe. Maybe you should let me go.” You tried to put venom into your voice but it was looking like you might as well give up at this point.
“So cute. I'm not done with you.”
Sephiroth let the phone drop to the floor. It bounced once and landed face-up. The screen splintered but remained lit.
“They're looking for you so we'll have to cut this short. Heh, speaking of…”
Being pleased with his little joke made his smirk break into a creepy smile. He temporarily slid his sword from the stall walls and carefully cut your shorts. You held your breath and tried so hard to stay still that you trembled. Never in a million years were you moving with that thing so close to your skin. Next, Sephiroth pinned one of your shoulders to the wall with a palm. He undid his belt. It landed buckle-first on the floor. Then he opened his black coat. He groaned in relief while unzipping his leather pants. A large, dark spot had formed in his black underwear over an obvious bulge. He pushed those down and his cock sprang out.
It looked like it had been waiting, full, mauve in colour, and smeared with precum all around the head. It was, unfortunately for you, proportionate to the rest of him.
You looked at it, then his face, the expression which had not changed much all night. “Just get it over with.”
He slowly leaned in, eyes boring into yours. You expected retaliation. He picked you up by your thighs like you weighed nothing and weaved your legs around his waist. You gripped his arms for balance and in a sort of misplaced panic. What you didn't expect next was for him to blur. His image split in two, then quickly reformed. The new image was President Rufus. It was still Sephiroth's expression, though. It didn't look quite right.
“Maybe you'd like this instead?”
Hearing your boss’s voice say that while Sephiroth pumped his–or Rufus’s–cock with his fist, made you dizzy. He didn't seem to be considering anything you wanted, just what he thought you wanted. Him thinking you wanted anything at all from him was out of left field in the first place. Or maybe he was still mocking you and had been all along. It was tiring and thinking about this psycho’s intentions was getting you nowhere. He was already pressing the tip of Rufus's length to your entrance. This was not something you wanted burned into your mind and could bear to see every time you saw the real Rufus. Not without your face heating up to dangerous temperatures, anyway.
You covered your eyes and firmly patted his shoulder. “No, stop. Change back.”
“What, you don't want to sleep your boss?”
You took your hand from your face because you heard his original voice. It was a trick. He split again, this time reforming as Director Reeve.
“I never had a problem with this one,” Sephiroth/Reeve said, eyes narrowed in a pleased manner.
You let Sephiroth's strange way of describing him slip past you. You only met Director Reeve once. He was nice. A little high-strung, but otherwise normal. You didn't want your impression of him ruined by Sephiroth's twisted game. You stiffened and beat his shoulders.
“Change back,” you insisted.
The phone started vibrating again. This time the screen read ‘Tseng.’
“Don't,” you said to Reeve's face.
Sephiroth split and reformed again. With his real face, he laughed at you. “I wasted too much time, didn't I?” Fear made your neck and arm hair stand up. He was having fun. You didn't have much time with that fear because he was pushing in.
“Ow,” you whined.
“You got this.”
“Shut up,” you said weakly.
“I can make this harder,” he said.
Despite that, he did not get any rougher. Nor did he get especially violent. He didn't need to. You couldn't go anywhere. The tiled wall was no longer cold and it was damp with your sweat.
He started to fuck up into you, getting painfully deeper with each thrust. You started to wonder why he needed to go this far. Why you hadn't just been killed.
“Why me?” you finally had the courage to ask.
“You? You remind me of someone.”
Thoughts of what exactly that meant and who it could have been swirled in your head until you got a little nauseous.
Sephiroth decided to take his time with a steady pace. He leaned close, treating you to groans and soft gasps right in your ear. You briefly considered covering his mouth. But this psycho would probably start sucking on your fingers for all you knew. A faint echo in the large bathroom made it harder to tune all the noises out.
The loudest groan yet finally signaled the end of this, or so you hoped. He panted as he cock filled you in long spurts. It filled you until his semen tickled as a couple of globs dripped from your skin to the floor. He must have been pleased with how things went because he kissed you behind the ear. Like a cherished lover. His next words renewed your panic.
“Why haven't you finished?” he asked, pushing your legs down and allowing you to stand again.
You landed shakily. His expression was expectant so words just came out of your mouth. “Well, umm-”
You couldn't believe it. You almost gave him some excuses about having trouble finishing and…as if your Turk pride wasn't hurt enough by being caught here and played with by the enemy.
He split in two again. You had reached your limit with his nonsense. You shut your eyes tightly. Silence. You waited for more teasing or another colleague's voice. Nothing came so you dared to open your eyes. Sephiroth, and his sword, were gone. He tricked you again.
In case it was part of some new game to return and play with you some more, you fled the bathroom. Because of the state of your clothes and body, you avoided the banquet room where you come from. There was a hallway behind it near what looked to be mop closets and a staff washroom. You leaned against the wall and pulled out your broken phone. The poor thing, you thought. You felt a kinship with it, both of you have been broken tonight. Most of the missed calls had been from President Rufus so you called him first.
“When you didn't report back, I had to evacuate everyone. What happened in there?”
He sounded unhappy. It threatened to break the thin façade of professionalism you were struggling to maintain.
“U-um.”
He didn't press the matter immediately and seemed to be considering your shaky reply. You heard Director Heidegger’s voice in the background. The president told him dismissively that everything was under control then continued your conversation. “Where are you?”
“...a back hallway. Behind the banquet hall.”
“Alright. Stay there,” he ordered.
The president found you crouched there in the hall, trying to wrap the remnants of your ripped dress around you and painfully fully aware that you're still covered in bite marks. You kept your thighs clamped shut, hoping no one would notice your nudity there. You felt his stare but also a gratitude for the distance borne from the professionalism of your work relationship. Even if he did dare to ask what happened, you wouldn't be answering tonight. He thankfully called Tseng instead.
“Send Rude to take her home. She's…”
“Had a scuffle with Sephiroth in the bathroom,” you filled in loudly, glossing over what happened with an acceptable lie.
There was a pause and you thought he might question what you said, but didn't. “...right. You heard that, I assume?” he said to Tseng.
President Rufus kept Tseng on the line, speaking in serious tones. At one point, he dropped his coat onto your shoulders, startling you. You hurriedly pushed the buttons through the holes to close the coat, your fingers stumbling a few times. A few stragglers were filing past. You turned to face the wall, head bent down to avoid any eye contact.
#sephiroth x reader#female reader#smut#turk!reader#ff7#ff7 rebirth#ff7 remake#use of Jenova's shape-shifting ability#rufus shinra makes an appearance because i am weak for the man#is reader too sassy???#mommy kink if you squint super hard#my shit
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Cloud: I don't know what brain activity looks like for a fetus. But I should start to feel it before they are born.
Tifa: I'm looking it up... Twenty five weeks. About after twenty five weeks. You think you'll be able to feel Jenova go after it?
Cloud: I'm absolutely terrified Sephiroth and Jenova will come for our child.
Tifa: You'll be able to feel it? You're sure?
Cloud: I'm sure. We flow together like branches of the same tree or tributaries of the same river. I'll feel it as a growing trickle if it's there and I'll feel it first. There's definitely something to be said about proximity to our psychic connection.
Tifa: Okay. Whew. Okay. I'm freaking out a little. I know it's not healthy and bad for the baby but I can't stop and I'm freaking out a little. And… that's sort of why. Why I can't stop freaking out. Because I know it's bad for them.
Cloud: I've got you Tifa. Breathe. *Embraces her*
Tifa: I really don't want Jenova to touch my baby. I didn't think this through. Let me go. I need some air.
Cloud: *releases her*
Tifa: Yeah. I'm just... I'm so scared. I saw Sephiroth take you in the Northern Crater. I don't want that for them. My baby. Ever. Would it be like that?
Cloud: It would probably be worse. Less like a puppet. More thorough.
Tifa: Cloud?!
Cloud: I won't lie! It could be very bad. I turned out this way because my upbringing and Hojo's program mixed with what Jenova was doing to me. Our baby won't have that extra twist. It will just be Sephiroth. It could be absolutely terrible. We have to hope that being off by a quarter is enough to reduce her influence to nonexistence. But I'll feel it if they are a part of us. I'll feel it first because I'm closest genetically and through space.
Tifa: You will? How sure are you? *clutching herself below the ribs like that would keep the baby growing there safe from Jenova*
Cloud: Tifa, you need to relax. Right now. I'll feel it. Jenova won't even know to be looking for it and it will start small. I know to be looking for a growing trickle. She doesn't. And as soon as I feel something I'm moving.
Tifa: I might lose you too... I can't get any air.
Cloud: Breath Tifa. With me. Seven seconds out, three seconds in. With me. *inhaled through my nose and out through my mouth nice and slow. Tifa mimicked him. She breathed deeply in then exhaled hard out* That's it. There's nothing we can do but wait.
Tifa: You'll tell me? You won't just take off?
Cloud: I'll tell you. But time will be of the essence. I'll notice first. But my Mother will notice second and fast . I won't have much time to act if it comes down to it. I'll wake one day and say 'huh, there's a fourth branch to this river I'm on.' And she will notice just after that. An infant won't stand a chance. A fetus even less. I'll have to destroy my-Jenova then. And if I fail my child will be doomed in all probability. I have to shoot my shot though. I'll be on the clock as soon as I feel it. You should still be breathing, Tifa.
Tifa: This is what you've been so scared of. Not just being a good father. But all this.
Cloud: Yes. If it is possible for her to do something, then my Mother will. She won't just 'do nothing' if my child is on the table. It will be a feeding frenzy. If I'm a demigod, my child might have that too. Some magic. Jenova won't let the chance slip through her fingers if she can help it.
Tifa: But nothing could happen, right? It could be fine.
Cloud: It could.
Tifa: But you don't think so.
Cloud: I'm not lucky. I'm not allowed to have nice things. Well, except in regards to you. So who knows where our kids will land on that. I really don't know. We just have to see.
Tifa: Can you really do it? Can you really beat her?
Cloud: I have no choice now. Do I? God, you ask so much from me.
Tifa: Asshole. Can we operate under the assumption that the baby will be fine? I think it will be more healthy for me that way.
Cloud: Sure. Fine.
Tifa: Thank you, Cloud. For looking after us.
Cloud: Anything.
If you like this excerpt try my fanfic Motion Sickness
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#sephiroth#lucretia#lucretia crescent#jenova#sephiroth x lucretia#sephiroth x jenova#ff7 ever crisis#ff7 rebirth#ff7 crisis core#ff7 remake#ff7#ff vii#bro deserves a nobel prize#sephiroth's mommy issues#ff7 dirge of cerberus#dirge of cerberus#ff7 meme
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Jenova x Lucrecia for the crack ship ask game? That's the most ridiculous ship that I know in this fandom.
three words: Lesbian. Tentacle. Moms.
lucrecia: sephi it’s time to clean up your room
sephiroth: but mommmmm i’m playing xbox with angeal
lucrecia: you get in here young man! don’t make me summon your mother
jenova: *gurgle gurgle hiss*
lecrecia: *sigh* fine. five more minutes!
sephiroth: yayyy thank you mother!!
lucrecia: you’re way too soft on him he’s never going to learn
jenova: *hiss bubble shriek gurgle*
lucrecia: *giggle* knock it off you old sweet talker. hey! keep those tentacles to yourself missy i’m cooking dinner!
what would their ship name be? jenecia? lucrova? amazing ship, terrible name-portmanteau potential
#jenova x lucrecia#jenecia?#crackships ask game#crackship#ship ask game#non canon ships ask game#lucrecia crescent#jenova#sephiroth#ff7#ff7 rebirth#final fantasy 7#lesbian moms#silliness
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Ooh I can imagine daddy sephy going crazy after he found out daughter darling (if daddyroth ever got distracted long enough for it to happen) got captured by shinra *cough* ugly grandpa hojo *cough* for *looks at notes* "science"
oooooh, this would be a very interesting scenario for sure!
Even though Daughter Darling is roughly Sephiroth's equal in her human form, let's say she slips up and gets captured by Shinra.
Hojo sees this as hitting the jackpot - her biology fascinates him since she is a perfect mix of his flawless son and JENOVA. He'll wonder who Sephiroth procreated with, but that's just one of many questions as his experiments on her continue. Each new discovery he makes about her is rather astonishing; she possesses particular similarities and powers only seen in a few other subjects he has studied. Honestly, his obsession with Sephiroth will pale in comparison to the one he develops for Daughter Darling.
Father Sephiroth's gonna lose it big time, just like after the Nibelheim Incident. Because he sees so much of himself in her, going back through Midgar would be like a living hell as he unleashes havoc on everything in sight. Those green flashes in his mind aren't going away until he's reunited with her.
And when he gets to her pod, I think he'll feel that same euphoria from his first meeting with Jenova as he sets her free. Then, he'd stroke her cheek and lovingly hold his sweet girl, just like a princess.
When Hojo finally reveals himself and gloats about his creations, Sephiroth's gentle and fatherly smile will change into that wicked smirk you all adore. He'll bring his face closer to his sleepy darling, so close that she can feel his warm breath on her lips.
"This is your moment, my sweet girl. Seize it. Transform and rise as the true goddess you are..."
As her confused eyes flutter open, his hand gently glides from her cheek to her chest, retrieving her pink protomateria. With it, he intends to unleash the Momster hidden inside her.
#sephiroth#ff7 sephiroth#final fantasy 7#sephiroth x reader#ff7#yandere sephiroth#crisis cutie#yandere father sephiroth#professor hojo#jenova
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The problem I'm having with one of my stories is that it is compelling - but not clicking.
It's a sephiroth gets reincarnated into mdzs. Straightforward. I've got several branching paths: lwj, jc, nmj (my personal fave) and the jade twins (one mind in two bodies). All five of them have great potential, but for some reason my heart is set on sephiroth!lwj, because the aesthetic is sublime.
But! It's! Not! Working!
My main problems are a) despite similar surfaces, sephiroth has fundamentally different morals and life experiences to lwj and lwjs morals are a huge part of his and wwx's stories. B) I can't NOT have wangxian. I don't ship often at all, but when I do I'm pretty set on it lol. I don't want to deny soulmates. Unfortunately I HATE writing romance. C) I do not think sephiroth should be in any sort of romantic relationship at all nor can I see him wanting one. I've read tons of fics where he is in relationships (healthy or otherwise) and they're amazing, yes, but... Under my pen it's just not in the cards. And I do feel pairing him with wwx would just amplify wwx's worst traits, which is the opposite of what lwj does for him.
Everything's in conflict, but the lure of sephiroths second childhood in strict gusu and his complicated feelings about it, wwx being a perfect mix of all his important people with a spine of steel and righteousness that they all lost as everything fell apart, the relationship between sephiroth and his new mother, and how he'd inexplicably lose her too, the white on white aesthetic, the older identical brother, the cruel angels aesthetic with the benevolent demon, the angst of wwx's defection and death, his relationship with qi as a planet's overflowing life force, the tragedy of the mourning angel, monster x monster.... It calls to me.
But there's also the way wwx becoming a demonic cultivator was so vital to winning the war, and the way that affected things, gave him a legitimacy. Involve the silver soldier, and well. Everything else becomes a little extraneous lol. And sephiroth himself is such a big mover and shaker, I don't know what I could do to manage that without wiping out 80% of the remaining jianghu after the burial mounds siege with sephiroth appointing himself king lmao. He's not the kind of person to make small ripples, you know?
And I'd love a twin jades au to sort of turn the chaos inwards a bit (nmj and jgy would be Excellent foils) but again, I can't separate wangxian and imagining scenes feels a bit too close to incest for my tastes, even when it's ONE PERSON in identical bodies!
It's frustrating, wanting to write a non romance fic set in a love story lol. I just. I hate writing romance. But wangxian just don't want to be parted.
But the image of lwj in the xuanwu cave secretly covering a feverish wwx with his wing, only to notice a handful of white feathers pushing through the black as he unknowingly becomes a better person through showing care for other people, shaking his own deep belief that he is a horrible irredeemable creature incapable of love. Caught in an act of love. Hnggh.
Any ideas?!
#It's so frustrating because the block is on my end it's less so an issue with the actual plot#I know people love crossover character reincarnations even in canon soulmates (my other fics have shown me that lol) but wangxian feels lik#Too much? Idk I don't. Want to try and create a relationship#If you don't know in ff7 wing colour is determined by their morality. As a kid sephiroth was symbolised with white feathers#But as he grew older and later snapped he got the iconic black wing. I see it more as a 'what do they perceive themselves as' which#Gets extra angst points for unreliable narration and blindly righteous vs self loathing vs healing vs denial#The wing probably shouldn't be in the fic it's from the j cells and a symptom of insanity but ehhh it's too cool and symbolic#Like there's so much you can do with seph!lwj. Burning nibelheim vs cr burning. Prodigy on a lonely pedestal. Strict gusu vs sterile shinra#Having a mother but being restricted from her and losing her anyway and nobody telling him anything because he's a little kid#Angel x demon aesthetic on the battlefield. Safer mode HAS to make an appearance I don't make the rules (it's way too underrated ToT)#Wwx would get horns and fangs and stuff to balance it out lol. Noncon bodmod from the energy coursing through you#I feel he'd relate. Lwj being utterly terrified of wwx mentally degrading from the resentment and being forced to watch him ruin himself#Lwj seeing the best of all the people he loved in wwx and seeing him be so genuinely relentlessly GOOD where they fell apart.#Him being terrified of his own overwhelming feelings hurting wwx like cloud. The possessiveness and simultaneous avoidance#Him being even less easily flustered XD. Wwx has a high bar to top some fans from his last life.#Bb lwj getting really stubborn over wanting a stupid big sword and then growing huge enough to use it lol#Sephiroth getting a 'proper' childhood and being so unused to it he can't tell it's still not a very good one. Being doted on by his big br#mdzs#mxtx mdzs#mdzs fanfiction#mdzs fic#mo dao zu shi#lan wangji#ff7#final fantasy vii#cloud strife#final fantasy 7#sephiroth#This is working on the idea sephiroth got controlled by jenova btw the other version is beyond hope#mdzs au
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Life is a boat, and the boat sails the life stream.
Can’t you hear Mother’s call?
It’s time to go home.
#cloud strife#sephiroth#final fantasy vii#final fantasy 7#final fantasy remake#jenova#Lifestream#shipping#advent children#cloud x sephiroth
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