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lillunna · 2 months

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-Maybe In Another Lifestream-

Biggs ONESHOT

TW: spoilers for ff7 remake and rebirth and ANGST mainly for the loveless scene in rebirth. uses lyrics from "no promises to keep"

note: most all my works are for AFAB since its what i know what to write but if requested ill try, also im not the greatest writer just thought biggs needs more love this is also just a test oneshot so short. im terrible at spelling and gammer expect the worst

songs listened to while writing:

lacy by olivia rogrigo

almost (sweet music) by hozier

no promises to keep

my star (pealeaf ver)

better off without me by Matt hansen

Fantasmas by Humbe

"I won't say that it was fate, I won't say that it was destiny."

I sit next to Tifa and hold her hand as we watch Aerith perform her song using the VR, both Tiffa and I teary eyed after watching jessies performance for the first time. As I listen to to her voice i think back to my time with jessie, wedge, and Biggs.

"Till the day that we meet again, Where or when I wish i could say but believe, know that you'll find me."

I remember how I first met Biggs back in sector 5 in the abandon church, I waited for Aerith as small child came in and kept me company till he came in I remember the relief that washed over his face when he saw the child safe. He even walked me to my home in sector 7 since he was headed in that direction, there was never a moment he wasn't a gentlemen. Already being acquainted with Tifa just made us closer.

Seventh heaven two months before the pillar fell

"You gonna make or are you gonna continue to make us all suffer through your puppy love crush on Biggs?" Jessie teases me as she watches me watch biggs I sigh at her teasing jokes knowing she means well "jess its not that simple I don't wanna ruin our friendship" I say quietly right as Biggs and wedge walk towards us. Oh how i wish i just told him the truth but how could I know what would happen.

Seventh Heaven one month before the pillar fell

Wedge had locked Biggs and I in the Seventh Heaven storage closet, Biggs stood over me trying to give me space but given the lack of room in the closet, close proximity was inevitable. "uh sorry I can't really move any further" biggs says as he places his hands against the door my back was to "no its fine I understand" i say as I avoid making eye contact. It had been 10 minutes since wedge left us in this awkward state "Hey I was wonderi-" right before Biggs could finish Wedge pushed the door open sending biggs and I forward falling to the ground when i open my eyes i see biggs face inches from my own and myself on top of biggs my face immediately flushing before I can say anything i here the click of a camera and I turn to see Jessie holding a camera "JESSIE!" both Biggs and I yelled. I still can't believe Jessie got Wedge in on her plan.

Biggs apartment one week before the pillar fell

After a rough run with some fiends I sit on Biggs bathroom counter as he cleans some scraps on my knees when he gets to a deep gash on my thigh he tried to get a shard of glass causing me to yelp in pain. "hold on a little longer pretty girl" Biggs says focused on the gash "pretty gir- FUCK BIGGS!" I try to question him but he pours a little alcohol on the wound causing me bite my lip hard as he finishes patching me up he looks at my now bleeding lip like he wanted to say something but stops himself. Why didn't I say something?

Topside two days before the plate fell

Jessie handed us parachutes one for cloud and wedge to share and one for Biggs and I to share saying that she feared I'd get lost and that Biggs would watch out for me, maybe this was her way of trying to make up for that awkward dinner with her mother and having Biggs act like her boyfriend. After we jumped down I can't help but admire the beautiful view "Its gorgeous" I quietly say and I hear Biggs agree not knowing we were talking about different views. After we finally land it was just our luck we were tangled in the parachute after a few minutes of struggling we lay there laughing at our predicament it was like an unspoken agreement to just enjoy the moment. What I would give to relive that night.

Sector 7 right before the plate would fall

It was chaos, Tifa had gone to wall market Cloud was still missing everyone was running all neighborhood watch members and Avalanche were either evacuating people or going to the plate control tower. Biggs sees me and grabs me and pulls me close "evacuate as many people as you can and get away from here." he says as he looks at me before grabbing the back of my neck and pull me into a kiss i immediately kiss back fearing the moment he pulls away. When he pulls away I look at him understanding he didn't think he was coming back to me "promise me you'll make it out safely?" I say to him as he looks at me with sorrow in his eyes but doesn't respond "Biggs please promise me!" I can't help but raise my voice in desperation he closes his eyes before silently nodding "I promise I'll make it back to you always" Biggs ran towards the control tower and I lost a piece of myself in that moment knowing the truth. I didn't see him again till I followed Cloud up the tower I fell to my knees next to him as Cloud left us be, tears welled in my eyes "hey pretty girl don't cry" Biggs says in a hushed tone as he brushes the tears away. "you promised Biggs you can't leave me alone, we can get you out of here please" I say as i place my hand on his he only gives me a sad face and shakes his head before kissing me one last time and he calls to one of the neighborhood watch men telling them to get me to safety I refuse and try to pull away from them as they try to take me away from Biggs. "Im not leaving you alone Biggs! please just a little longer" they comply with my request till they decide we can't stay any longer they forcibly remove me taking me to safety. I should have stayed with him.

"take my hand and believe we can be together evermore."

Once Aerith Finishes her song green mist appears and in the corner of my eyes I swear I see him, I look again and see Biggs standing there smiling at me. "still my pretty girl." as i take my glasses off I smile sadly as tears drip down my face "always and forever your pretty girl"

So Uh yeah my first ever oneshot mind you this is prob badly written because its almost 3 am and my laptop crashed while I was writing it so i got a little lazy about editing

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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 2 years

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Creep- FFVII Biggs X Reader Ch.17

Warnings: blood, descriptions of wounds

A/N: Sorry it took over a year for an update lol. Ya girl’s been through it. But I promise I will finish this fic this year. There are only two chapters left after this.

The familiar lights of sector 5 came into view. They shone like beacons of hope, sparkling in the dreadful darkness. Relief washed over you at the sight, albeit only for a moment.

Crowds of people were staring up at the sky behind you, pointing, gasping, and whispering to each other; the fear in their eyes was impossible to miss. Children were crying, people were moaning in pain, and worst of all, every gunshot and every explosion carried through the air as if it were right behind you.

"Help! We need a doctor!" One of the neighborhood watch boys shouted.

Some of the crowd turned their eyes to look at your bloody, panicked group. More gasps, more whispers of disbelief, looking at your dear friend like he was some type of sideshow attraction. Some of the parents shielded their children's eyes.

There was blood, so much blood. It dripped onto the dirt below; a puddle began to form. You felt sick.

You tore your eyes away from the sight.

"Is anyone a doctor?!" You shouted, eyes darting through the crowd for someone, anyone to help.

A white coat caught your eye, worn by a man crouching down on the dirt and wrapping bandages around a woman's arm. There were a few other wounded people sitting or lying around the man, but none nearly as urgent as Biggs.

"Hey!" You shouted, pushing through the crowd to reach him, "Doctor!"

The man looked up at you.

"We need your help!" You said.

You grabbed him by the arm before he could reply and dragged him towards your friend. You shoved him the final distance towards Biggs.

He stumbled, but quickly regained his composure as he looked at the source of your commotion.

"Oh my god," the man muttered. There was too much blood, anyone could see that. He placed two fingers on Biggs' neck. You felt your own heart stop as you waited for him to say something, anything.

A woman pushed her way through the crowd. Tan skin, dark curly hair, and glasses; She looked familiar.

"Biggs!" She shouted, running forward to get a better look at him.

She stopped in her tracks and gasped, her eyes wide like saucers at the sight.

"Quick!" She beckoned, "bring him inside!"

She ushered the men into the nearest building: the orphanage. Biggs had taken you there many times before. It always felt so warm and full of life, but this time was different. The children all crowded around the windows, oddly silent.

They all turned to look as the doors bust open, a group of men carrying a bloody, limp form up the nearest staircase. The face of the man was hidden from most of the children, who were either too short to see past the men's heads or had their eyes covered by one of the caretakers.

Except for one little girl. Five, maybe six years old, who just happened to be on the stairs as the men were going up. Her face grew pale at the sight, and her lip began to quiver.

"Biggs?" She asked.

The rest of the kids heard it.

Gasps, questions, shouts, and cries erupted before any of the caretakers could stop it. Children rushed forward, following you and the group of men up the stairs. Most were pulled back by the caretakers, but not without a struggle. The children were nearly impossible for the small staff to contain, and a few stragglers made it to the second floor.

The woman pushed a door open and held it for the men, who rushed inside. They dropped Biggs on the small cot, clearly made for a child, and the doctor made quick work cutting off his bloody shirt.

Everything was happening around you so fast you couldn't keep up with it all. The room felt like a whirlwind, people rushing past you, running in all directions; it was dizzying. The doctor shouted orders to the watch members quicker than you could process them. You could hardly process anything at all.

Your mouth felt dry, incredibly dry. And every time you swallowed, the lump in your throat nearly choked you.

"Is he gonna be ok?" You asked.

The doctor didn't look up from his work, and neither did any of the neighborhood watch members. It was as if you hadn't said anything at all. And yet you waited, unable to breathe until you received your answer.

"I don't know," the doctor finally answered, continuing his work without a second thought.

Your eyes locked on Biggs' abdomen. With his shirt now gone, you could see his wounds on full display. A gash, a bullet hole, both oozing fresh blood. There was dried blood everywhere.

You couldn't stop staring at it. The sight of the still bleeding wounds scared you to death. He had already lost so much blood, and yet you were afraid that if he stopped bleeding, that would mean his heart had finally stopped. So you watched the blood, it bubbled at a steady pace, fluctuating with every beat of his heart.

Beat.

A hand grabbed at your arm gently; the woman. She gave a small sad smile. And without a word, she led you out of the room.

She closed the door quietly behind her, ushering away the children who had managed to sneak upstairs against the staff's wishes. She scolded them quietly and told them not to talk to the other kids about what they saw. A request she knew would not be fulfilled.

She turned back to you, the same unconvincing smile on her lips as she whipsered, "Let's get you cleaned up."

Her hand wrapped around your wrist, giving a slight squeeze as she led you to the bathroom. The gesture, although kind, made you feel like a child in trouble.

Pushing the door open, she led you inside the small communal bathroom. Then, she crouched down to search through the cupboard under the sink.

You took a step towards the mirror, finally taking in your own appearance. It was then that you understood why she dragged you in; you likely would scare the children.

Your face was covered with sweat and dirt, black mascara had pooled under your eyes and run down your face, and worst of all, trails of blood caked your skin. It was his, you realized. His blood was all over your face.

You reached a shaky hand up to touch it. Some of it flaked off with the pressure, the brown flecks falling into the sink.

"My name's Folia," the woman said, moving beside you to wet the washcloth. You snapped out of your trance and looked at her.

"I'm-" you started

"Y/N, right?" She cut you off.

"How did you know?"

"He talks about you all the time to the kids," she said, giving you a smile that faded into nothing as she wrung the cloth. The mention of him made both of you grow silent.

She took your face in one hand and started dabbing at the blood with the washcloth. It came off your skin with relative ease, and so did the dirt. The mascara was a little bit difficult, but it came off eventually. And then she was done.

She took the washcloth under the sink again, washing away the stains.

"What all did he say about me?" You asked quietly.

"Don't worry, It was all good," she gave a small laugh, "he really seemed to have a thing for you."

The lump in your throat grew and your vision went blurry. The lights in the room looked like starbursts.

"Were the two of you ever... Y'know, together?" She asked.

You quickly shook your head no, a tear sliding down your face.

"Hey, don't lose hope just yet. He's a fighter, a real stubborn one too."

You huffed out a small laugh.

"You're right about that," you said, wiping the tears away. "What about you? How did you know him?"

"He was my teacher when I used to stay here as a kid... more like the older brother I never had. He was the whole reason I wanted to become a teacher."

Another solemn beat of silence.

It occurred to you that he had touched everyone's lives that he was a part of. He brought joy, comfort, humor, intelligence, strength, guidance, and solidarity to so many people. What a selfless man he was, spending all his spare time and paychecks on the kids at the leaf house, like a modern day saint.

It made you wonder, how could a man like him fall in love with you? And how on earth is if fair that his life could be taken so easily?

No, You shook your head.

He wasn't dead yet. He wasn't dead yet. He still had hope.

He was in the safest place you knew of, all things considered, and being treated with the best care a citizen of the slums could ask for.

There was nothing more you could do to help him. Whether he lived or died, that was up to Gaia.

Your friends were still on the pillar, though. And you couldn't live with yourself if something happened to them. Jessie, Wedge, Barrett, Tifa, and even Cloud. They were still fighting. Even though the battle was clearly lost...

You had to go get them.

You looked back at Folia, who was wringing out the wet washcloth, and mustered up the courage to tell her.

"Look,” you exhaled, “I really want to stay and look after Biggs, but I've got to make sure my friends in Sector 7 are ok."

Folia stopped what she was doing and stood frozen as she looked back at you, reading your expression.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" She asked, “I heard it's like a war zone out there, and the plate could fall any minute."

"I can't just stay here and wait for it to happen," you said, “They could be hurt, just like Biggs.”

Folia's brows knit together as she looked down at the cracked linoleum tiles.

"What if you don't come back?" She looked up at you, "When he wakes up, the first thing he's gonna do is ask for you."

You bit your lip, there was nothing more you wanted than to be by his side if he woke up. You'd do anything to stay with him. But you wouldn't, no, you couldn't, just leave your friends.

You couldn't shake the images of them in your head, images of them riddled with bullets, slumped against the pillar, covered in blood. Just like Biggs.

"I know...," you looked Folia in the eye, "But I need them to be safe too. If something happened to them, I don't know what I'd do."

Folia shut her eyes and sighed, she knew you weren't going to be persuaded.

"I understand. If you've got to go, I'll stay here and make sure the doctor doesn't need anything."

"Thank you," you said, turning to leave the bathroom. But before you could leave, Folia caught your wrist.

"You better come back," she said, her gaze was intense, "He needs you."

You nodded to her.

"I'll come back. I promise."

She let go of your wrist.

You hurried out the hall and down the stairs, brushing past the confused children crowded in the lobby. Little hands tried to grab at you, and little voices tried to ask how Biggs was, but you weee too quick. You made it out the door before they could get to you.

You looked up in the sky. The plate was still there. There was still time.

But then you felt something. Something bad, something wrong.

The ground shook beneath you, and a deafening rumble echoed through the streets.

Your heart sank.

You could only stand and stare as the sector seven plate fell from the sky and crumbled to the ground, in large, flaming chunks.

What couldn't have been more than a minute felt like a lifetime as you watched each piece of debris descend upon the city below...

Then came the wave of dust.

You managed to break free from your trance and run back into the leaf house just before it hit you. As soon as you turned around, the windows had become fully clouded over.

You placed a hand on the glass, trying to look past the endless sea of brown. It was pointless, you couldn't see anything, and yet you couldn't tear your eyes away, trying to find any figure, any silhouette in the fog.

Your friends weren't in there, right?

They had gotten out, right?

If there was one thing you knew about them, though, is they'd rather die fighting then sit back and watch this happen, so the answer was quite clear...

You suddenly felt lightheaded, your mouth incredibly dry, and a lead weight in your heart.

Folia rushed down the stairs, stopping in front of the window only for a moment before running to console the screaming kids.

Weird, it was only then you noticed the kids crying. You didn't notice anything happening around you. And even now, you still felt disconnected from it all. Chaos was unfolding all around you, and yet it didn't feel real. Nothing felt real.

Brown splotches were taking over your vision, and you grabbed onto the chair next to you, your hands shaking as they guided you to sit down. It was only then you realized how quick your breathing had gotten.

You leaned forward, trying to increase the bloodflow in your brain. Shutting your eyes, you took a couple deep breaths. They didn't come very easy, so you counted each inhale and exhale, just like Biggs had taught you.

Inhale...1...2...3...4...

Exhale...1...2...3...4...

Inhale...1...2...3..4...

All your friends were dead.

Inhale ...1...2...3...4

Barrett, Wedge, Cloud,

Exhale...1...2...3...4

Jessie and Tifa

Inhale...1...2...3...4

Marlene.

Your eyes shot open.

It couldn't be... she couldn't be...

Your breathing regressed back into a shallow, ragged mess, like someone or something was crushing your chest, breaking each and every rib in the process. You gasped for air, tears pricking at your eyes.

"Y/N!" A voice shouted, and footsteps rushed towards you. You didn't look up, you couldn't. Any sudden movement and you'd surely pass out.

"Y/N, you gotta breathe," the woman said, kneeling down to your level and taking your hands into her own. You recognized the voice; Folia, “Hey, look, breathe with me."

"Breathe in..." she instructed, you sucked in a quick breath, "Hold..."

Your lungs felt like they were on fire.

"Breathe out..." she said calmly, you quickly expelled the air out of your mouth, "Breathe in... hold... breathe out."

"Marlene," you managed to spit out, "I-I think Marlene was still in there."

She froze, you could feel it.

She must have recognized the name; Biggs probably brought her up all the time.

She didn't say anything, instead she sat down on the chair beside you, dropping her own heard into her hands as the full weight of the realization hit her.

And with that, you fell back into your fit of sobs, crying for your friends, crying for your family, crying like your life fucking depended on it.

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leeus-writing · 3 years

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Heya, how about a Biggs fluff where reader and Biggs have secret feelings for each other and Jessie teases them? Love your stories <3

I’m glad you love my stories, I hope this is fluffy enough for you.

Just Ask

Jessie watched from a distance as you and Biggs talked. You blushed a little tucking your hair behind your ear as Biggs smiled and folded his arms. His head cocked to one side a little. You came round often delivering small cakes and pastries in a trailer attached to a pushbike. A little business you had built from scratch, and you were proud of it.

Jessie just sighed and walked down to you both, “Hello love birds,” She said with a smile as she leant over, looking at the cakes and pastries.

She pointed at a few she wanted, you fished them out placing them in a bag accepting the Gill Jessie gave to you, “We aren’t…” You mumbled blushing not meeting Jessie or Biggs’s eyes.

Jessie put a finger to her lips and made a thinking face, “Oh really because you two looked very, very close. Well, my mistake, thank you for the cakes.” She laughed and left.

You glanced at Biggs, face bright red. He scratched his head and looked away a little embarrassed. He coughed and pointed down to a chocolate cake, “I’ll have this one.”

You nodded and passed the cake over accepting the Gill. He didn’t leave, he pulled the cake out slowly and nibbled at it, shuffling his feet. You just kind of looked away and tried to busy yourself with your trailer. Slowly Biggs took a hard stance and coughed. You looked at him.

“So, err… would you, would you like a drink with me?”

Your mouth opened a little and you smiled blushing, “I thought you’d never ask. I’m free tomorrow night?”

“Make it a date? We could go top plate?” Biggs asked smiling back.

“Yes, 7pm? I’ll meet you at the train station,” You reached up and kissed his cheek.

You hopped on your bike, making sure the trailer was shut and waved before cycling on. Biggs smiled and waved back before returning to 7th Heaven. Jessie was smirking, leaning against a wall arms folded. Biggs blushed heavily looking at her, “What!”

“You’re welcome?”

“What do you mean you’re welcome!” Biggs snapped.

“Well, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself that date, sooo I think some of that cake is mine,” She reached out to pinch some of his cake.

“No way!” Biggs said laughing pushing her away, “And… thank you.”

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final-fantasy-imagines · 4 years

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Hi there! Can I request general relationship HCs for Biggs?? I love your writing btw!!

Thank you so much, dear anon! I hope you’ll enjoy these HCs as well. :)

Biggs x reader – general relationship HCs

Biggs tends to overthink things too much, especially when it comes to you. He didn’t have many serious relationships in the past which is why he’s a bit insecure about everything. He always wants to do the right thing, and sometimes it really stresses him out, so you need to reassure him that everything is good the way it is in a situation like this.

He tries his best to keep you out of trouble. Hence, he doesn’t want you to get involved with Avalanche or Shinra, especially since he knows that you would do everything to support him. You always have to promise him to stay at home when he has to go on a mission because he needs to know that you’re safe, or else he has a hard time focusing on his tasks.

Date nights at the Seventh Heaven, obviously. Biggs is a fan of Tifa’s drinks and since there’s not many other places for dates in the slums he invites you to have a drink with him every so often. It’s a nice place to hang out and meet your friends but you can also get some privacy there.

Despite his usually calm manner he can get really excited when the two of you finally see each other again after being apart for some time, maybe after he returns from a mission. In a situation like this he often grabs you and spins you around before peppering your face with kisses because he’s so glad to be back by your side.

Biggs wants to have a family with you. He just loves kids way too much to live without them, that’s why it would be kinda hard for him to accept it if you didn’t want children. Side note: To him, it’s not important if they’re your biological kids or if you decided to adopt them because he will definitely love them equally.

#biggs x reader #ff7 biggs headcanons #ff7 biggs x reader #ff7 headcanons #final fantasy headcanons #ff7 imagine #ff7 biggs imagine #ff7 biggs #biggs ff7 x reader

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casuallyimagining · 4 years

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a headcanon or imagine for biggs dealing with his crush on y/n? can't decide if he'd be shy or bold 🤔

I can see Biggs being bold but easily flabbergasted. Like, if someone asks him if you’re his girlfriend, I can see him getting a little tongue-tied with what to say back. Because I think he wants to be cool and suave and funny, but he also doesn’t necessarily want his crush getting out into the world before he’s ready.

He will challenge you to so many games of darts. Neither of you are even very good at the game, but he likes spending time with you, and it’s a good way to get people to leave you guys alone for a little bit.

He knows what your favorite drink is at Seventh Heaven, and he knows your favorite song on the jukebox. He will absolutely use this knowledge judiciously to gain your favor.

Biggs is a really nice guy, and the last thing he wants to do is come on too strong. He loves spending time with you above almost anything else, so if that means that he stays friends with you forever and he never tells you how he feels? He’s prepared for that outcome.

Biggs is a worrier and a planner, which means that when he is ready to confess to you how he feels, it’s only after he has thought out every possible way to do it and every possible way it could go. He has a feeling that you feel the same way, but god, he just has this compulsive need to be prepared. He has contingency plans for his contingency plans. He knows how he should react if you respond positively and if you reject him.

He really hates to leave you for missions. Whether it’s you going (assuming you’re a member of Avalanche) or him, he is always motivated to come home safely for you. When he goes up to the plate for a mission, you wait at the train station for him, no matter how late it gets. Once, he didn’t get back down to the slums until the wee hours of the morning and he found you asleep on one of the benches on the platform. He scolded you a little that night for not just going home to bed, but he couldn’t help his heart swelling when you told him that you wanted to make sure he got home safe.

If the two of you go on missions together, Barrett always makes sure to pair you and Biggs together. Not only do you work super well as a team, but the last time he didn’t pair you two up, he had to listen to Biggs worry about you the whole night. It’s easier for everyone just to keep you and Biggs together.

#ff7 biggs x reader #ffvii biggs x reader #ffvii biggs #ff7 biggs #ffvii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 remake #ff7r

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mintdotspots · 2 years

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GETTING INTO FF7 AGAINNNN AAAAHHHH

Cloud my beloved-

Aerith my beloved-

TIFA- my beloved!

AAAAA IM GETTING BRAINROT LIKE HOW I DID SHEN I WAS LIKE 10-

Teeheeee!!!

Replaying it!

#final fantasy 7 #final fantasy 7 x reader #final fantasy vii #cloud strife #zack fair #aerith gainsborough #tifa lockhart #reno ffvii #barrett wallace #barret wallace #wedge ff7 #biggs ff7 #jessie ff7 #i can’t believe I’m getting into this again #sephiroth is baby too

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cruellae · 3 years

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chapter 2 of not interested. Cloud gets to know his new guild mates a little better...

read it on AO3

#ff7 #FFVII #ffvii remake #cloud strife #barret wallace #tifa lockhart #aerith gainsborough #aerti #aerith x reader #clack #cloud x zack #jessie rasberry #biggs and wedge #zack fair #chatfic

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okarawrites · 4 years

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How would Sephiroth, Reno and Biggs comfort/reassure a female reader with severe body image issues? 🥺

Sephiroth

He wouldn’t really know what to do at first. He really doesn’t understand why you have so many issues with how you look.

He isn’t great with words of encouragement. At first, he’ll say things like “Don’t be ridiculous” and not be very receptive. He can’t help but get a bit angry at anyone saying anything negative about you, even if it’s you, so he’ll put a swift end to those conversations.

One day he catches you crying in your bedroom. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he wraps his arms around you.

After that, he realises that while he can’t change how you see yourself, he can let you know how he sees you.

Like I said, he’s not great with words, but you notice he becomes a bit more physically affectionate, making sure to plant kisses on all the parts of your body that you dislike.

Biggs

When Biggs finds out about your body image issues he is genuinely shocked.

To him you are the most beautiful thing on the planet. He lifts your head so you look him in the eyes.

He is sincere as he says “Every part of you is perfect and I love you just the way you are.”

When he realises that you still arent convinced “Don’t believe me? Well, I’ll make it my mission, however long it takes.” he says with a big smile.

Reno

It super understanding. He had really bad body image issues growing up so he opens up to you too.

He tells you how he’s had major self-image issues as a result of growing up as the ‘scrawny kid with the funky colour hair’ and even though he does his best to work with what he’s got, he still has his days where his confidence is nothing more than an illusion.

You’re shocked at this and say “What? But you’re like a work of art! And your pecs are like...well they’re like wow!”

“Do you really think that?” he replies. “Of course! You’re feelings, whilst valid, are just that. It’s not reality. You’re perfect” You say, comforting him.

He looks down at you with raised eyebrows. “Couldn’t have put it better myself” he says with a wink and a little smile.

#sephiroth x reader #sephiroth #ff7 #reno of the turks #reno x reader #biggs x reader #final fantasy biggs #biggs

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renosinclairsimp · 4 years

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Reader: "Just because you're like, a zillionare, doesn't mean you can just buy me presents to gain my trust."

Rufus: "This isn't a present, it's a house."

Reader: "That's my POINT"

#rufus shinra #rufus shinra x reader #ff7r #ff7 x reader #ff7 #ff7 remake #ff7 reno #ff7 crisis core #ff7 biggs #ff7 wedge #ff7 roleplay #incorrect ffvii #incorrect ffxiv quotes

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intoxicated-chan · 1 year

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baby, i’m yours

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Biggs x F!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Your teasing gets out of hand when you find yourself in a certain position…

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // There ain’t enough love for Biggs. Anyways, this was inspired by, “i’m yours” by Isabel LaRosa.

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 608

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, swearing, grinding, little teasing, light biting, public sex, groping, almost caught, alcohol use…

How the hell did you end up in this position? You shouldn’t be doing this right now, not while on an important mission. But, Shinra soldiers were all over the place that Biggs had no problem securing their way into Sector 5, and if you weren’t lying, you may have been teasing him for a while now.

His hands were tightly wrapped around your wrist, keeping them pinned up against the cold metal of the building. Biggs kept his body in between your legs, you could feel his cock hard, rubbing against your cunt. And each time you did, you let out little moans which he took advantage of.

The once chilly room turned hot. Grunts from Biggs and moans from you… One hand releases your wrist, his slightly warm hand snuck under your shirt, tugging your bra down and massaging your tit. Minutes later, his lips left yours, he pulls off his leather harness and shirt and returns back down, back on your lips.

His hand leaves your tit, pulling you up and onto his hips. Biggs sat up against the wall, staring into your eyes with lust and love. But his eyes closed as he once again kissed you. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging and pulling.

His hands grabbing your ass, pushing you against himself. Hissing quietly as your crotch pressed against his, he bucks his hips as you continue. You felt his hands move to your hips, tightening as his breathing became uneven. His lips suddenly latched onto your neck, sucking and nibbling on your skin while you continued moving…

“B-Biggs.” You moan out, but his hand covers your mouth. You almost forgot, you were in a Shinra building, just because it’s nice and quiet doesn’t mean there are people around. A muffled whine comes from you.

“I know.” He huffs, trying to control his breath, “Just hold it for me, okay?”

But footsteps… Multiple pairs.

Your heart dropped. Tapping on his shoulder, “Someone-!” You tried speaking to the best of your abilities with his hand over your mouth.

It took him a minute to realize, “Shit.” He curses.

You jumped off his lap, tumbling on your feet as you fixed your appearance. Biggs rushed to his feet, grabbing his shirt from the ground. But before he could put on his harness-

“Biggs?” Cloud asks, Tifa and Barret then appear.

You remained on the ground, back turned as your face burned red with embarrassment, “Oh, (Y/n)!” Tifa smiles, coming to your side, “Did something happen? Was there trouble with the-”

“Nope.” Your voice nearly cracking, “Shinra soldiers haven’t been around.” You tell her.

“Did something happen to your harness?” Barret questions, watching Biggs put it back on.

Biggs shakes his head, “There was a tear but (Y/n) fixed it up.” He looks at you, “Right?”

“Yep.” You hastily answer, standing to your feet.

Hours later, you found yourself at Tifa’s bar, she was in the storage room while you quietly sat at her bar, sadly sipping on your drink. The doors open and close but you don’t bother to look back, you were sexually frustrated and wanted to be left alone.

The unknown person sits next to you, “Blowjob?” You recognize his voice.

Smirking, “Sex on the beach.” Now, looking at Biggs, “You are so lucky that they never questioned anything.”

Biggs chuckles, “I’m sure Cloud knew.”

“How’s Jessie?”

“Her ankle will take time to heal but she’ll bounce back.” Biggs takes your glass, drinking some of it, “So… Care to finish what you started?” He leans in.

You take your glass back, “You know where to find me~”

#x reader #fluff #smut #final fantasy smut #biggs x reader #x female reader #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy remake #biggs ff7 #Biggs

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lillunna · 2 months

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whats next

first off im currently writing a biker biggs x reader modern AU bc of booktok and bikertok got me but i it may take a second because I got distracted playing FF7RB and taxes lol but after this which one next? im thinking ex turk reader, actress reader, or even a rodeo AU (shhhh i love me some hot cowboys >:D) im also always taking requests for any FF7 characters EXCEPT yuffie and red unless yall want some platonic sibling or parental fic BC THEY R CHILDREN also if i write for cait it would automatically be a reeves fic

#ff7 rebirth #ff7remake #ff7 #biggs ff7 #biggs x reader #biggs x reader ff7 #ff7 cait sith #reno ffvii #reno sinclair #barret wallace #tifa lockhart

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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 3 years

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Creep- FFVII Biggs X Reader Ch. 16/?

A/N: Sorry it took six months! Life is wild, y’all.

You stared at the sight in front of you in disbelief, no, denial. Biggs was slumped against the pillar's main column, eyes shut and completely still. You couldn't believe it. Just a moment ago his lips touched yours, and now, just like your lips, his skin was cold to the touch. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening...

"Biggs...?" You whispered, half in disbelief and half in shock. He didn't answer, he didn't move. And even though the sounds of gunshots and screams surrounded you, for one moment, it felt painfully silent. Deep down, you knew what this meant, but you refused to believe it. Your lip began to quiver.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" You whispered, cupping his face in your hands, "Wake up, please! Wake up!"

"Y/N," Cloud said softly.

You barely even registered his voice over your own desperate attempts to rouse Biggs from his unconscious state. Tears were pouring down your cheeks now, falling onto Biggs' bloodstained shirt and pants as you brought him into tour arms. He meant everything to you, how could this be happening?

"Don't die on me! Please, oh God, just open your eyes!" You shouted, shaking his chest slightly. Still nothing. He was gone.

Finally, the dam burst and you broke down into a sobbing mess, pressing your face into his chest as if looking for his comfort, and yet none came with the gesture. You held onto him tight, unwilling to give him up just yet. He loved you, and you loved him, why did it have to end like this?

"Y/N," Cloud said. You heard him, but didn't acknowledge him.

"Y/N," he said louder, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Shut up!" You snapped. For another moment it was painfully silent. Regret flooded your body, somewhat of a relief from the heartbreaking grief; you didn't mean to make things so tense, "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have-"

"It's ok," he interrupted.

Cloud's eyes were glassy too, just barely enough for you to notice, but you did. He had a tight grip on your shoulder, but when you had looked at him he seemed to freeze, no longer confident in handling the situation. He glanced from you, to Biggs, then back to you.

"Get out of here," he said, not in his usual aloof tone, but an awkward, almost compassionate one, "It's what he would've wanted."

You didn't answer at first, instead staring at the man you loved in his pitiful position against the pillar. He, along with the rest of your team, was your everything. And now he was gone and they were still in danger. Staring at the deep crimson puddle growing around his body, you felt the pit in your stomach grow deeper. Every time you thought your heartache had reached its peak, you were proven wrong. You tried to look away, but you couldn't.

"Cloud..." you managed to say.

"Yeah?" He replied, his thumb and fingers digging into your shoulder so tight it almost hurt.

"I don't... I don't know if you can stop the plate from dropping," you looked back up at him "But please... just get Jessie and Barrett out of there."

He held your gaze another moment before nodding. The strong grip on your shoulder fell away as he got up, and he took one last glance at Biggs before heading to the staircase.

Just as he reached the base of the stairs, he looked back at you expectantly.

"Y/N," he warned.

"Let me finish saying goodbye," you ordered, the words fell off your tongue with a tone like venom before you could stop them. He just wanted you to be safe, and you were being an asshole again. You took a deep breath, "I'll leave as soon as I'm done. Promise."

Somehow, you had convinced him. Either that or he had no time to force you off the pillar. Cloud nodded before flying up the flight of stairs and out of sight.

You glanced back at the man you just kissed, It was only a moment ago that your lips met but it felt like eons. And now he was gone... And somehow you were supposed to say goodbye and leave him here to fall with the pillar. Fate was a cruel thing...

Tears were welling up in your eyes again as a shaky breath escaped your lips. You didn't want to leave him, not like this, but you made a promise. A promise to Cloud, and a promise to Biggs himself. And if you wanted to fulfill either of those promises, you'd have to make your goodbye quick.

Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. The surface of his skin was still warm to the touch, and though you knew it wouldn't stay that way, it was comforting in the moment.

A small tear slid down your cheek and onto his as your lips hovered over his face a moment more. Leaning back, you took his hand in your own. It was still warm and wet with blood, but you didn't care. You were soaked in his blood anyways. You brought his hand up to your lips.

"Maybe in another lifetime," you whispered, voice rough from crying. Then you placed a kiss onto the back of his hand. Squeezing your fingers around his own tightly, you prayed for the strength to walk away.

Your heart stopped for a moment when you realized you could feel the slightest pulse from his hand. No, it couldn't be. You must've imagined it. But you hadn't let his hand go and you still felt it, weak but steady. There was no way.

It dawned on you that you had never checked the man's pulse. How could you have not checked his pulse? Within an instant, you had dropped his hand and brought your fingers up to his neck.

You gasped - it wasn't your imagination. He had a pulse. It was weak, but still noticeable. You couldn't believe it. He was alive.

You couldn't leave him. There was no way in hell you were gonna leave him behind. Not after all that the both of you had been through. But that raised an important question: how the hell could you get him down the pillar?

You took a step towards the railing at the edge of the pillar, looking over the side to estimate what floor you were on. Were you really only on floor 5? It felt like you were so much higher. You looked back at Biggs, he groaned and shifted the slightest bit as your mind searched for a way to get him down.

You knew you couldn't carry him if you tried, so the only other option you could think of was to drag him off the pillar. You felt half stupid for even proposing the idea, he was probably still too heavy for it to work, and dragging him down five flights of stairs while he was bleeding out wasn't a great idea, but right now it was the only option. If you didn't, he would surely die. You couldn't just give up and let that happen. You had to try.

You approached his slouched form and grabbed at his shoulders, placing pressure on one of his bullet wounds as you pulled his body into your lap.

Looking at his face, you hesitated. You didn't want to hurt him, and being dragged down the stairs would definitely hurt, but it was that or leave him, and you couldn't do that.

Pressing your fingers to his neck again, you made sure this wasn't a lost cause. His pulse was still there, still steady. Thank God.

Placing your hands under his armpits, you stood up from the ground, lifting his torso. You then realized that in order for this to work, you'd have to walk backwards off the pillar. Great. So, turning around and looking over your shoulder, you began to walk. Biggs, although heavy, wasn't posing a problem for you to drag... yet.

The first flight wasn't too bad, relatively at least. He was heavy and it was a strain, but you managed. His weight was slowly starting to become a problem, though. The longer you dragged him, the harder it seemed to get. But you were down one flight already, there were just four more to go.

Flight two was a challenge, but gravity worked in your favor. Your arms were growing weaker from the weight, and your back and legs ached. Your already slow paced had grown even slower as you dragged his limp body across the metal floor. This was really starting to get difficult, and you weren't even half way done.

You barely made it to the third staircase. Your muscles were screaming for you to stop, and you didn't know if you had the strength left in you to get him down. But you couldn't give up. Giving up meant death, for him and possibly you. So you made it down the staircase.

You were just steps away from the second staircase when your body could not pull him any further. You simply didn't have the strength or leverage to move his weight. You tried, and tried, but your muscles were far too fatigued to move.

Tears pricked at your eyes again as you sat down to take a break. Hopefully you could get some strength back in time before the plate collapsed - if the plate collapsed. Deep down, though, you knew it was inevitably going to happen.

So you were left at a crossroads: keep trying to drag Biggs down the pillar even if it meant the death of both of you, leave him here and get to safety, or stay here with him. You didn't like any of those options.

A tear dropped from your cheek, you didn't know what to do. He meant everything to you, and you felt helpless in that you couldn't help him. No matter what you chose, someone was probably going to die. And your only option with the chance of saving both of you was something you weren't sure you could physically do. People were evacuating now, surely no one was near the pillar, so how far would you have to drag him? All the way out of the sector by yourself? You didn't know, but it was the only way. So, even though you still felt weak, you readied yourself to drag Biggs the rest of the way down.

The sound of footsteps running down the metal stairs made you freeze in place. More Shinra troops? You placed you hand on your holstered gun as you anxiously awaited the sounds to come closer.

"Freeze!" A voice shouted. Suddenly, two helmeted troops pointed their blasters at you.

You whipped out your gun and pointed it at one of the troops, pulling the trigger then moving to aim at the second troop.

Only no bullets came out. You pulled the trigger again and again. Your gun was empty. And you had just tried to shoot two Shinra troops. Fuck.

"Drop the gun!" The commanding troop shouted, and you did what he said. There was nothing else you could do. At least nothing that would ensure both you and Biggs would make it out alive, but the odds of that happening now were close to none. And you'd come so close, too.

"Hands on your head!" The other one shouted, and they both approached. One of the troops kicked the back of your legs, forcing you onto your knees. Two blasters were pointed at your head from each side, so close you could almost feel them.

You looked back at Biggs, he lay still against the cold metal floor. This couldn't be the end, could it? If they captured you, he'd surely die. If they killed you, he'd also die.

There was no way out of this.

"Got a female assailant in custody, what are the orders?" The superior said into comm in his helmet.

You couldn't stop looking at Biggs. The blood puddle under him was slowly growing bigger. He was bleeding out.

The younger troop pushed your head forward with the barrel of his blaster.

"Head down sweetheart, you don't wanna end up like your buddy over there, do ya?" The troop said. You could feel the cold metal of the blaster on the back of your head. The seconds crawled by painfully slow as the Shinra soldiers decided your fate. If they decided to kill you, the gun was already aimed; a single pull of the finger and you'd be gone. Every breath you took, there was that hyper awareness that it could be your last. You didn't want to die.

"Mhm, copy that," the senior officer shook his head as he listened to the orders, then he turned to the other troop, "Take her out."

A whimper slipped from your lips as soon as he spoke, and both of the troops looked down at you.

"Don't worry, It'll be over before you know it," the you get one said, pushing the barrel of the gun into the back of your head. You squeezed your eyes shut.

A gunshot. Then another.

Except you didn't fall. Someone else did. Two someone else's, on either side of you. You opened your eyes, and there were the two troops, dead on the floor.

You turned around quick to see your savior. And there he was, surrounded in a puddle of his own blood. He was putting all of his upper body weight on one elbow, and struggling to do so. Both his hands were wrapped tightly around his pistol to keep them from shaking. Upon meeting eyes with you, he dropped the gun and fell back to the floor with a sigh.

"Biggs!" You shouted, running to his side.

“I-I couldn’t let them,” he wheezed, “I couldn’t let them hurt you.”

His skin, which was adorned with a layer of sweat, had lost much of its color, and under the fluorescent lights of the pillar, it looked even paler.

“Please, just stay awake for me alright?” You pleaded, taking his hand in your own and squeezing it, “I can’t lose you!”

The clanking of footsteps against the metal staircase caused you to whip your head towards the source of the sound. This time it was coming from the lower set of stairs. Somebody- or more like a group of people- were coming up. You grabbed Biggs’ gun from the ground and got ready.

The tops of their heads came into view first. No helmets - you were probably safe. You lowered the gun. Once their faces came into view, you immediately recognized them. They were other members of the neighborhood watch.

"Help!" you shouted.

A few of the men rushed forward to your side, kneeling down by Biggs. Some searched the level for any more survivors-or bodies, and the rest continued up the stairs, guns in hand, presumably ready for a last stand.

Biggs groaned in pain as one of the men observed his wounds. The man shook his head at the sight.

"We can't waste any time, he's got to get to a doctor now!" He said, and the other two men nodded before lifting Biggs up from the ground. The leader stood up to help them carry him down. Once they had a secure hold on him, they made their way towards the stairs.

"Is he gonna be ok?" You asked, trailing behind the group.

"Don't know," the leader said without looking back.

Just as the men were starting down the stairs, another set of footsteps was running up them. Your eyes widened as you watched saw Tifa come into view. She rushed towards your group, she herself frantic as she looked at Biggs' bloodied, unconscious body. The men pushed right past her, though, not wasting any time getting him off the pillar. She watched for a moment as they descended before turning back up to you, taking the final few steps to be at your level.

"Is he gonna be ok?" She asked. You couldn't even answer over the lump in your throat. Instead, your eyes filled with tears again as you shrugged your shoulders. She placed a hand on your arm.

"Don't lose hope," she tried to reassure, but it was unconvincing, "I'm going to go help the others."

She pivoted away from you, but you caught her wrist in time. She threw her head over her shoulder to look back at you, her gaze both soft and frantic.

"Please... Please come back down. I don't think this pillar's gonna last very much longer," you said.

"I will. I promise." She said, and then she ran towards the next flight of steps.

You rushed down the last flight of stairs, trying to catch up with the neighborhood watch boys. They were a little ways ahead of you, around halfway to the tunnel to sector 6. You ran toward them, and once you caught up to them you slowed to their pace as you walked next to them. Biggs hadn't moved in a while, which was beginning to scare you.

Sector 5 was a long way away, you remembered. And unfortunately the closest doctors were in that sector. Would Biggs last until then? You wanted to believe he would, you wanted to believe he would be ok so badly, but the odds weren't in your favor.

His arm was limp, hanging from his side, and without a second thought, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it. There was a terrifyingly long walk ahead of you, so you squeezed his hand tighter and prayed to any higher power that would listen. He has to make it, you thought, he just has to.

#biggs #ff7 biggs #ffvii #final fantasy #FF7 #ffviir #cloud strife #tifa lockhart #biggs x reader

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leeus-writing · 3 years

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Hey, I would like to have No 17 with Biggs <3

Hi Anon

This one was "I'll hug you as long as I have to"

Visions

Nightmares… Nightmares were a constant in your life. Popping in uninvited every now and then. But recently, they had gotten a lot worse. Images of fire, death and pain flashed through your mind, always accompanied by screaming and the sound of the sky falling.

Small nightmares about the plate falling where common, but yours seemed almost nightly now. You’d wake up shivering and sobbing, trying to hide under your blankets. Your boyfriend, Biggs was often out at night, something to do with Avalanche.

You’d never told Biggs about your nightmares; you didn’t feel comfortable. He’d just tell you to stop being silly, that the plate had been there forever it would never fall. Though you often thought that perhaps that was just you trying to convince yourself this pace was safe. You’d only moved to the city a few years ago and it was still yet to feel like home. The plate above had always unnerved you, feeling like oppression and power pushing down on you.

Biggs seemed to thrive in this environment, he was so outgoing and welcoming when you first met him and when you became a couple, he was supportive of you. Held you up when you needed it and introduced you to his friends and crew.

You’d have to tell him about your nightmares eventually, you knew this.

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It happened again that night. Screaming, gun shots, smell of fire and coppery blood. The sky was falling there was no way out.

You woke with a scream and Biggs sat bolt upright, “Y/N! what happened? Are you alright?” His strong arms pulled you in close. You shivered wide eyed against his chest, the warmth of his skin casing your bottom lip to wobble as you began to sob.

“Shh… It was a nightmare Y/N,” Biggs voice soft in your ears “Do you want to talk about it?”

You pulled away and looked at him, eyes shimmering and nodded slowly. You tried to clear away your tears and took a deep breath.

“I’ve had the same nightmare a few times now, more than a few times. Nearly every night. The plate falls. There’s fire, pain blood and gun shots,” you speak barely above a whisper as you tell him.

He sits silently listening to you, his hand on yours. He nods a few times and sighs, “A lot of people have nightmares about the plate. Its daunting being so far above us, but it is a constant. It won’t fall, unless ShinRa makes it fall. But if they have to, they’ll evacuate us. They are evil but I can’t see them being that evil,” He said softly stroking your hair and pulling you in close.

You nod, “Yes however I keep having this nightmare. I can’t… It’s making me hardly sleep. I think I’ll have to leave Biggs, I don’t want to. I don’t want to leave you,” You sob.

Biggs sighs and holds you close nodding, he knew that maybe you were right, “Yeah, leave for a time, see if that will calm your mind a little. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

You bite your lip knowing deep down, you probably wouldn’t come back. You snuggle into his chest, “I don’t think I can go back to sleep.”

“That’s fine, I’ll hug you for as long as I have to…”

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Ao3

#ff7 biggs #biggs x reader #Ff7 biggs x reader #ff7 #ff7remake #ff7 x reader #Leeu Writes

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