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demialwrites · 4 months

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Former AVALANCHE/Turk Reader x ff7

HCs for when they find out you used to be the enemy.

Barret - Turk Reader

Pre AC (Advent Children)

You might think it's automatic breakup, but it depends on how long you've been together

It's especially favorable for you if you've been along for the hunt for Sephiroth for a while without betraying the group to Shinra

You and Vincent make a good team when it comes to espionage against the Turks and Shinra, especially since you'll have more up-to-date info than Vincent. It gives Barret great satisfaction to stick it to 'em

Sometimes he has doubts about you but he feels guilty and will probably admit to it and apologize during a moment of rest

If you helped drop the plate, it's over. Let the man cry. He's gonna carry on with the adventure

Post AC

Again, it depends on how long you've been together

Huge, huge bonus points if Marlene has taken to you. Because then it's a break from her, as well. He really wants stability for her

He'll have a really hard time justifying continuing the relationship if you were involved in dropping the plate, especially since that means you were hiding it until now

If he breaks up with you, his heart is just as broken as yours

Rufus Shinra - AVALANCHE Reader

Pre AC

It's likely that he'll break up with you unless you can prove you've got something useful for him

If you can help track AVALANCHE, minor brownie points

He's very slow to trust a romantic partner so dropping this truth on him will probably put him in a sour mood and he may lash out a bit. Or he may just go cold and shut you out

His presidency has not gone well and he doesn't want more stress and uncertainty

If he hasn't done that, and you have some of the necessary skills, perhaps he'll have you join the Turks. He can keep an eye on you better. You can slowly earn his trust back. If you get hurt this way, he'll get angry at himself

Post AC

It doesn't matter as much what you did before

It matters more that you're committed to helping him with his current projects

You should make an effort to get along with his Turks, though

Major bonus points if you were around while he was sick with geostigma

If he has any lingering doubts, be patient and he may eventually try to talk it out with you

Tseng - AVALANCHE Reader

Pre AC

When you tell him, it's clear he's feeling some kind of way: angry, sad, or conflicted. Maybe all three? But the silence stretches so long that it's uncomfortable and you wish you were arguing loudly instead

It's not that he wants to breakup with you but he doesn't feel like his life is his, so he leaves without confirming either way

It's a dick move and he knows it. However, he can't leave well enough alone. He keeps tabs on you from afar, hoping something changes and he can try to come back

Post AC

He is surprised you want to stay with him. After Shinra collapsed, there's much less for him to offer you (he definitely took a pay cut). And most of his time is spent helping Rufus

Give it time and these boys (and Elena) will probably realize there's more to life than living how things were before Meteorfall

If someone who used to be a part of an organization that opposed Shinra wants to be with him, perhaps it'll give him the courage to open up about why he's repressed most of his feelings for so long

There's clearly sadness and shame inside and if you're lucky, you can help him through it

Tifa - Turk Reader

Pre AC

She's more lenient than Barret but she also can't abandon her found family if they reject you, saying they don't trust you

She can recall all the good memories you've had together, squeeze your hands, and ask you to wait for her

It's a tearful farewell, with you wishing you could come along and help, even if just to support her. She's strong but she's also got a weak side that you want to protect

If you can convince them to let you tag along, she will eventually convince them to be friendly. After saving the world, they'll become your found family, too

Post AC

She may be distant for a while, busying herself with her bar

If her long-time friend, Cloud, refuses to have anything to do with you, she's torn but

She'll come around eventually if you prove that you don't have any bad intentions and intend to stick by her

If you want the same things as her in a relationship, you've found your best girl for life. Work with her at the bar until you retire

Reno - AVALANCHE Reader

Pre AC

Reno's response is most likely to continue the relationship mostly because "why the fuck not?" ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He's already this deep

If he gets caught, he'll get in trouble, so he's extra careful when meeting up with you. He was already being discreet so he gets extra sneaky

He does tell Rude, reluctantly. Since Rude was taken advantage of by an active AVALANCHE member in Before Crisis, he's very skeptical that this is a good idea

Step a toe out of line, however, and it's over. Reno isn't going to go against his boss and his best friend

Fights extra recklessly for a while because the man is upset

Post AC

Honestly, who gives a fuck? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think the most he'll feel is a little guilty. He knows what he's done over his lifetime

He'll be curious how you can reconcile having been part of AVALANCHE and then switch to dating a Turk

When you explain that AVALANCHE could sometimes be just as violent as the Turks, it eases his conscious but only a little

#barret wallace x reader #barret x reader #tifa x reader #tifa lockhart x reader #tseng x reader #tseng of the turks #reno x reader #rufus shinra x reader #some would just break up imo #i left those out #or any I couldnt think of anything #angst #fluff #would love it if anyone had more to add #turk!reader #my shit #headcanons

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crystallinechaos · 1 year

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Hello, all you lovelies! I have been writing this little fiction for a few months now. I figured I'd start sharing it here as well, one chapter at a time, that way others could see and may e enjoy. Ff7 situation of a modern woman falling into the world of Midgar, before it all went to hell. Hope you enjoy! Of course, I'll post the link to the main story as well, in case you want to just read it all.

Here is the link to Death was only the Beginning

Chapter 1

For anyone curious about the whole "do you feel it when you die" question, I can answer you. Least about my specific death. I felt it. But in all honestly, I "felt" it in a somewhat impersonal way.

I more remember the way the windshield cracked, like a hundred fine spider webs inside it. I remember the noise of the car too. Metal grinding and crackling. I'm honestly glad I don't remember the way it all felt. I don't really consider myself a masochist. I wouldn't have enjoyed knowing or cataloging broken bones or gushes of blood.

It was bad enough what I do remember. The most terrifying was the fact I was there… or had been there. And then I simply wasn't. I didn't have a form anymore; I couldn't see the red tinted world of my shattered vehicle anymore.

You know how you aren't aware of your physical body until you are? Until something jogs your brain into hard-core thinking. Like being randomly hyper aware of your hands, or how you move when you dance? Or how you get a little too up in your walking ability when you're walking by a hot guy?

Okay, I admit the last one might just be me. Anyway, I lost all that in a single second. Talk about eye openers. I couldn't feel my physical body. I couldn't see anything. I reached and reached but there wasn't anything there.

I'm not too big to admit I was terrified. It took a long time to calm down after that. Especially when I realized my terror had no noise. I felt such fear, yet couldn't make a single actual noise.

All I can explain it as is… was a warm kind of darkness, if that makes any sense. At the time I had no idea what I was or where I was. Was this seriously death? Absolutely nothing? Boy, did everyone back home have it all wrong. Maybe my brain wasn't dead yet, and that's all that was happening.

Such thoughts were my comfort zone. I wanted an explanation more than I wanted it to end. Like I said… the dark was warm somehow, and at times I felt a pressure, like something was pressing on me. This happened more and more frequently. They were a guarantee when my thoughts had me in a panic. Slowly I began to regard that pressure as a kind of friend. It was really the only difference in my dark death.

Really, my heaven wasn't great. And if I was in the other place, where was my torture? This place had an ambivalence I both clung to and loathed. Sure, death was weird and I wanted something, ANYTHING, to happen. But I was also terrified about what it would be.

So, the days passed, slowly. I didn't know which way was up even, always just assuming I was in an upright position. I thought fancifully that I could feel my body again at times. I would feel an urge to roll over and would follow through, until I remembered I couldn't do that anymore.

Phantom limb pain, maybe? I brushed it off.

Until it kept happening. The thing is, it didn't feel like my old body. It felt foreign and wrong, and I didn't like it. I wondered then if maybe I wasn't dead. Maybe I was in a coma. That could explain the disconnect but not my blank world. I could rationalize the dark, but couldn't help feeling ripped off. In the movies, a coma patient wandered the hospital or some shit. Though in the end I'd be grateful when I woke up.

Coma was a hundred times better than dead, after all. Sure, my friends and family would be worried but damn! Least they wouldn't need to plan a funeral or mourn a bloodied caricature of who I was in a coffin.

I thought about that car, my cherry red Honda, and felt bitter. I'd loved that car. It had little stuffed turtles on the back windshield and a golden snitch hanging from the mirror. Geeky sure. Worse was I was still paying on it. I wondered bleakly if it'd been totaled or could be salvaged if I sunk myself into a hole of debt.

Light started flickering across my dark little world. Not often, and that was how I became acutely aware I had eyes. I couldn't blink for some annoying reason, so my relief was not easily won. When it flashed by again, I felt indignant and put upon, to the point I imagined I kicked out. Call me crazy but at the time I was confused as hell when it felt like I had legs and feet, and that I connected with something. Something soft and somewhat pliable.

The pressure returned right over my newly discovered feet and it blocked out the light so I was grateful. The pressure was almost… stroking? It shifted side to side and I was curious. Suddenly more curious than I had been since my coma or death. Fingers crossed for coma.

I pressed back for the first time knowingly and felt almost… something lighter. Like happiness was suddenly dumped in on me, and maybe I heard light laughter.

I began to interact more. Sue me, I was bored. Curiosity could kill this cat, since I was already sure I was either dead or incapacitated. I needed some fun.

Things started happening rapidly after that. Whenever I felt the pressure, I made sure to press back. Finally, another development. I began to realize the varying pressures were different pressures. Different… entities?

I found my favorite was the smallest one, pressing so lightly as though nervous, then firming down when I responded. The next best was the most frequent, that would be accompanied by laughter or what I thought were soft words. I found myself straining to try and understand. Sometimes it sounded almost sleepy, the soft little murmur, others happy and nearly singing.

It seems stupid, but I really believed these were my family members and friends, come to visit during my comatose state. More and more I became more accepting of this body I had, rolling and tumbling through my dark world with occasional shimmers of light. More and more I began to realize my darkness wasn't endless. The cushy limitless dark that I thought I'd been rolling through seemed to become smaller and smaller.

Finally, it was too tight almost. I began to feel suffocated, and couldn't help pushing against it more vehemently. I wasn't some acrobat that could fit in tiny spaces for fuck sakes!

Then… there were screams. The dark suddenly started contracting against me, squishing and releasing for what felt like hours. I couldn't stop myself as I slid forward and found myself stuck. I don't think I'd ever felt so scared. When I felt more persistent pressure against me, I fought, pushing away and wriggling about. The screams continued for a while before weakening.

More time passed and I couldn't tell what was happening. The small space continued to contract and I felt what might have been a small opening so I tried to shift forward and go through it. Anything was better than staying in this dark claustrophobic place.

The next phase I honestly wish I could forget. To say being reborn is an experience isn't a lie at all. There were a lot of… fluids, and an embarrassing smack along my bottom that frankly, enraged me. It hadn't clicked I was now a literal baby yet. I was more freaked by how everyone was so tall and there I was… a seeming puppy being held by giants.

Then the red tint was cleared from my rapidly blinking eyes by a soft cloth and I was placed in the arms of a tired, yet still radiant woman. I can't explain the immediate connection I felt to her. Her hair was like spun gold and her blue eyes danced with emotion I found I couldn't trace out.

A tall man of imposing disposition was standing beside her bed, his piercing gaze boring into me. His large hand was firmly gripping a slender shoulder, a younger but near carbon copy of the man. I blinked as much as I could in order to bring them sharper into focus, but baby eyes just aren't reliable.

I realized quickly and with horror, that's what I was. A literal ass baby. I was horrified. Especially when the woman cradled me tighter and shifted, squeezing my baby head into her bosom. My wriggling didn't stop the injustice.

For some reason, I couldn't understand their words. I stared with growing awareness as the woman gestured and the little boy came closer, his hand reaching out to poke, what I imagined, were puffy cheeks. I slowly brought him into focus and vaguely felt a sense of familiarity.

When the woman deposited me into his arms I felt some alarm. We were really trusting a kid to hold a fragile baby now, are we? I began to fuss a little, trying to convey my dismay in the only language I could, gibberish.

"What do you think, Rufus? Your own little sister." The woman said it so softly. Her hand reached out to brush the golden hair from his face and he allowed it. My alarm grew.

"President Shinra, sir." What I assumed was a doctor called to the man and he turned. Oh, shit.

"What is it?" Oh, no. Oh absolutely fuck no.

This is a dream; this absolutely can NOT be real.

"The birth certificate, sir."

The man took it in his hand and made a small noise. "I suppose she needs a name. I was hoping for another boy. However, I suppose this will be fine. You name her."

Oh shit, no thank you, really. I already have a name. One that I'm quite attached too. And really, a whole life that I'm happy with so really… no need.

The woman looked a bit dissatisfied with his disinterested tone and I almost felt bad. Her eyes softened when she looked at us. She thought we were her KIDS. Well, the boy… Rufus was, but I most certainly was not, by any means, an effing baby!

And I didn't want to be, if my stirring memories were right. I was screwed with this family of dysfunction and greed.

"Hmm, what do you think, Rufus?"

The boy looked almost innocent. But every time one of them spoke I felt nothing but dread. I stared at him while he looked back at me. This was the guy who was going to continue his fathers stupid quest to suck the planet dry! If I was right. Maybe I was wrong. Surely, maybe they were just the victims of some Final Fantasy obsessed nut job.

Well, at least my brother would grow up to be a domineering but classically hot anime guy. God's, this couldn't be real.

"Sophie," he muttered finally.

The woman lit up while the man snorted. "From the book I read you a while ago. Of course, it's perfectly splendid."

Before today if someone had said I'd be faced with a chibby Rufus freaking Shinra I'd have been curious enough to look up the Google for it. Now, I was faced with chibby Rufus actually blushing. Nodding as the woman beamed.

"Little Sophie. How wonderful." Compared to Rufus and the still unnamed woman I'd come out of, Shinra senior was laconic and bored. Well, excuse you, you definitely aren't getting any father of the year mugs from me.

My life was over. I started to cry as the emotion crashed into me and I couldn't stop it. Damn baby body. Even as I tried to hold back the noises, they escaped my unwilling mouth and tumbled around piercingly through the air. Rufus looked alarmed and the woman took me swiftly.

"Perhaps she's hungry already." Her voice was almost drowned out by my cries.

Nothing could drown out the intent though. She unbuttoned her gown and oh my God, you've got to be kidding me!

I was going to die. I was dead, and now I'm gonna be double dead. Fuck no I wasn't going to be breastfed to top off my impending doom.

#ff7 remake #final fantasy vii #ff7 oc #sephiroth #sephiroth x oc #cloud x reader #sephiroth x reader #genesis rhapsodos #rufus shinra #tifa x cloud #zack x aerith

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