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000yul · 2 months
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FLuff Prompt Drabble #1:
"Did you just laugh?"
"No, I didnt."
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Cloud Strife x Reader
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When the sound met your ears your hands stiffed and you stared at him. Your sparkly eyes were in disbelief and a grin stretched across her features.
"Did you just laugh?"
At the mention of it, he turned away and crossed his arms over his chest.
"No, I didnt.", his voice was gruff and somewhat upset, a contrast to the light and clear chuckle from just moments before. You wanted to hear it again. You walked up to him, his back was still turned towards you, and placed your hands against his back. He stiffened.
"You didnt? I was sure I had heard it."
"Must've been your imagination."
"Oh really?", your fingers gently pressed into the muscles of his back and then began to gently, slowly stride towards his side. He immediately knew what your plan was, but you were not going to tickle him tonight. He swiftly pulled you into his grasp while you laughed.
You didnt think you were going to loose this battle against the former SOLDIER, were you?
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Everything had been quiet with thier usual rogues, which was always a sign something big was about to go down.
Cue this little bar and restaurant place appearing overnight. No. Literally. The entire building appeared replacing an old abandoned cake shop overnight. No one knows were it came from or who the blond guy is who runs the place.
There were so many questions. Who was this guy? Where did he come from? Who was the adoption bait that was on his payroll? Why open the bar in that location? Why is there four floors plus a basement to the place but only two floors are accessible to non staff? Why is there only two staff? Why do all of thier cameras and spy tech fail whenever the teen gets too close to them?
Jason ends up applying after they see the "help wanted" sign in one of the windows. The inside of the place did look like a slice of heaven. Marble flooring and greek columns with ivys climbing up them from pots inlayed into the flooring and cleverly hidden UV lights hidden in the ceiling just above them for when the bar closes. A sea of white tablecloths on round tables, topped with vases, each holding a few yellow lilies.
All it took was the two of them tasting Jasons cooking for the teen to start praising him and the blond guy to nod and tell him he was hired as a chief/bartender and that room and board came along with the pay and that he could be reimbursed for buying a new lock on his door if he wanted to.
Jason was surprised to learn that at least one if the upper floors was actually where they lived. Guess thats one mystery solved.
Now they just needed to discover whatever else Cloud Strife and Danny Fenton were hiding in Seventh Heaven.
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shinraholidayparty · 5 months
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2023 Shinra Holiday Party Prompts
Shinra Holiday Party is an annual Final Fantasy VII event to celebrate the winter holidays with our favorite Shinra Personnel, be it Turks, SOLDIERs, or board members!  Here is this winter's prompt list.  Hopefully they inspire something fun!
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Dec 15 || Day 1. Gift exchange, peaceful, decorate. Dec 16 || Day 2. Snowing in the tropics, freezing, moonlight. Dec 17 || Day 3. Snowed in, coming home, baking. Dec 18 || Day 4. Mistletoe, snowball, cider (or eggnog or mulled wine). Dec 19 || Day 5. Gloves, winter in Icicle, sparkling lights. Dec 20 || Day 6. Hogging the blankets, forgotten trinkets, traditions. Dec 21 || Day 7. Office party, solstice, confession.
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Reminders: Any time frame is acceptable!  So, pre-canon, Ever Crisis, Before Crisis, Crisis Core, Original Game, Remake, Advent Children, Dirge of Cerberus, or post-canon fics are all welcome!
Prompts may be done in any order or combination.
Works must be tagged with the #2023shinraholidayparty tag (or @shinraholidayparty must be pinged) to be featured on the event blog.
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quartzalynlove · 1 year
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Yours
Pairing: Cloud x fem! Reader
Summary: some of the Sector 7 girls think it's cute to move in on your territory
A/n: why are there literally only 4 Cloud gifs-
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While Cloud was out doing jobs for people around the sector, you were out running errands. You had finished your last task, dropping some things off at the bar for Tifa and were on your way home when you saw Cloud on the way. He seemed to be talking to some girl, and you didn't think anything of it until you saw how she was talking to him.
You didn't trust the look on her face or that innocent stance she took. However, you thought you were just acting crazy until you saw it. Cloud was trying to walk away when the girl grabbed his wrist. Once he was in front of her again, she dragged an index finger down his chest.
Your blood became lava inside of your veins. You were hardly in control of your body as you stormed quickly over to Cloud and the girl trying to hit on him. Hardly thinking, you grabbed onto Cloud's arm, only squeezing him a bit.
You spoke to the girl, "Sorry, but he's done for the day." You forced your lips into a smile as you hurried off, tugging on clouds arm.
The girl looked like she was going to protests, but you walked away before her mouth could open. Now, you were walking down the road with Cloud close to you and visible anger radiating from your face.
Cloud was a bit concerned. He had never seen you so angry, and you were grabbing him so tight that it almost hurt. After another second of your firey silence, Cloud gently tried to reclaim his arm.
"Y/N," he called your name gently. "You okay?"
While you didn't respond, your grip did loosen into more of a caress, which Cloud very much enjoyed.
"Babe." He called more sternly.
"I'm fine."
So much irritation dripped from your voice that Cloud knew you were lying. It took him longer than it should have, but it dawned on Cloud the reason you were so upset.
"Babe, is this about that girl back there?"
Your hands tensed over him. "Of course it is, Cloud."
Finally realizing what was going on, Cloud calmed down significantly. You were only jealous, and honestly, it was pretty cute. You clung to him to show everyone in Sector 7 that he belonged to you. Between that and the pout on your face, you fussing over him put butterflies in Cloud's stomach.
"You know I wasn't entertaining her, right?" He looked over at you.
"Yeah, of course I do, but that didn't seem to stop her."
Cloud chuckled to himself before surprising you by leading you over to the side. While he leaned against a wall and you stood in front of him, Cloud took both of your hands.
"Y/N," he said. "You know I'm yours, right?"
Those watercolor eyes pierced into yours with a soft loving gaze as Cloud toyed with your fingers.
"Of course, but—"
He cut you off. "And you know I'll always be yours."
"Yeah, still—"
"I'll admit, you're cute when you're jealous, but you don't have to be."
"I'm not—"
You almost stammered out the rest of your sentence, but you were stopped once again. Instead of Cloud's words, however, they were his lips. He pulled you into him and transferred the rest of his reassurance to you through a loving kiss. One hand cupped your cheek while the other rested on your lower back.
However, then was something you didn't realize. Cloud know exactly what he was doing. He led you to the side of a store just outside the marketplace and in front of the Sector 7 apartments. He knew a few people would see you, but we wanted to relay the message.
Cloud pulled away and looked deep into your eyes. "I know who I belong to."
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chocoboknight · 18 days
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FFVII Prompt #10
Seph wakes up in a tank in the Nibelheim lab with his sanity back and finds Cloud in the tank next to him. No Zack in sight. Horrified, he's certain he must have killed him. He can't leave Cloud here, he knows Cloud will hate him for what he's done but he was a good kid and he has to take care of him to honor Zack's memory… He summons Masamune and cuts down anyone in the way and gets Cloud out - so disoriented seeing the fake rebuilt town.
Unlike Zack Seph has medical knowledge and is able to actually help bring Cloud out of his coma using supplies he stole from the lab etc… Cloud becomes more and more lucid, and it's only around then that Seph begins to realize something is wrong with himself - he's doing things Zack used to do, little quirks of body language and verbal tics... he slowly comes to understand that he is in Zack's body...
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romancingbarret · 1 year
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madmanwonder · 1 year
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(Prompt; Crossover; Mother's Day Pregnancy) Jaune and friends visits the Seventh Heaven. Tifa is acting alot more cheerful for some odd reason but they are happy for her. The busty bartender gots some good news for Jaune. How he takes it is a mystery.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mio Cavaliere (My Knight)~” Tifa said to Jaune with a girlish giggle as she handed Jaune a certain item in his hand which puzzled the blonde who looked at the item in question…
…only for his mind to stop thinking and his jaw (along with others) gawked at the item in his hands which was a pink pregnancy test which was positive meaning that he was going to be a—
“Father…” Jaune said simply before he fainted and fall back to the floor with a huge grin on his face.
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errantnight · 6 months
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Random Jenova Thoughts! (And an open writing prompt perhaps!?)
So there are possibilities swirling aimlessly around my head.
Did Jenova always intend to procure the Black Materia since its original purpose was a last ditch effort to destroy her...
Or did Jenova have to resort to that after Sephiroth was killed by Cloud and his body ended up in the Lifestream?
Cause hear me out, please give me recs if I'm wrong, I haven't seen any fanfics where Sephiroth didn't die and instead of trying to find the Black Materia he just used powers inherited from Jenova (probably given to him when he 'rescued' her from the Nibelheim Reactor) and did exactly what she did to the Cetra when she came to Gaia.
She used her powers of mimicry to copy people (that she had presumably killed) and convince people to trust her and lure people to their death which let her nearly wiping out an entire species.
SO IDEA!
I'm loving the idea of a Sephiroth who Cloud didn't manage to stop, who still takes Jenova's head so she can give him orders and teach him her ways. Whether he is in control of himself or a puppet being used by her is open to interpretation but just... the way he looks at her in Crisis Core and the fact that fucking Hojo gave him a picture of Lucrecia as we see in Ever Crisis... I really really hope that we get some POV of him in the reactor at some point and in his eyes Jenova looks like his mother, she 100% looks like Lucrecia to him, he doesn't see this mangled twisted corpse at all.
I prefer the idea of Sephiroth being hideously manipulated and twisted. I want him inside his mind screaming to get out. I'm just a terrible person like that I guess. I think it's less interesting if he's just evil and crazy and doing things on his own, personally.
I think Zack would be able to somehow get Cloud and escape, maybe this time with the help of Zangan when he is saving Tifa. Hojo and his team who were sooo conveniently on their way, see Sephiroth leaving town or even flying off perhaps with her showing him how to manifest his wing?! And so Hojo never goes all the way up to the reactor at all until way later to get the rest of Jenova's remains.
And Zack, Cloud, Tifa, and Zangan are the heroes of the story trying to stop him. Cloud learning from Zack and Zangan, maybe him duel wielding because that would just be super cool and Zack keeps the Buster obviously.
At some point the whole thing with Genesis happens - maybe they hunt him down to try and see if he ever had progress healing himself because Seph also popped a wing and went nuts. The whole thing beneath Banora still happens and Genesis gets cured and joins the team!
Them basically doing a heist but it's a person - stealing Aerith away right out from under the Turks' noses because Minerva said she holds the 'key' to stopping Jenova. Tifa is incredibly angry with Minerva because she says that Sephiroth is just another of Jenova's victims like the Cetra before him - convinced that she is his mother and being used by her.
That's as far as I've come up with, I seriously want to hear what anyone else thinks should happen in this AU!?
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masqueradeassane · 2 months
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Writing prompt.
Cloud time travel crack.
Sephiroth runs across an older looking version of the little blonde friend Hewley's new protege has been hanging with.
His report handouts begin with, upon reaching the individual in question. Said individual yelled. "Blow me, you Silver-Haired..."
By the end of the report read-through. Sephiroth noted that Angeal was rather red in the face.. Genesis.. seemed to have collapsed on the floor.. Sephiroth believed due to laughter.. and Tseng, as shady, yet reliable as ever. Was reading his report over like they were supposed to be doing.
"...Ah, so the person in question seems rather.. fluent in Wutanian, so well cover that avenue, while you look into Mister Fair's little blonde friend.
Sephiroth took that to mean the Turks would also look into the little cadet, but they would be discrete about it.
He let one eyebrow raise an eight of an inch, as the very tips of Tseng's ears turns slightly pink as he read one of the phrases.
Fluent in Wutanian indeed..
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anonarat · 2 months
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Aerith kneels to kiss Tifa’s bloody knuckles as the fighter takes a breather. The thugs that tried to mug them piled up in the alley entrance.
“Thanks for protecting me,” says Aerith, her smile, radiant. It was like Tifa didn’t stop to think as soon as she had been threatened, and that meant so much to Aerith. “I appreciate it.”
“You’re safe then, that’s good. I don’t think I could live with myself if they hurt you,” replies Tifa, letting out a breath. Despite knowing that Aerith would have been more than strong enough to handle herself it was reassuring.
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miss-midnightt · 4 months
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Sephesis Week Day Two "Beloved By the Goddess:" Kallax
Summary:
Angeal gifts two extra Ikea bookshelves to his two favorite couples. Genesis, being Genesis, immediately challenges Zack and Cloud to see which couple builds the better shelf.
Chaos ensues.
Cross posted to ao3 here.
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“It’s just a shelf, Genesis. I don’t see why you’re so—“
“But it’s not just a shelf, darling. We’ve got to come out on top, hm?” Genesis interrupted theatrically. He was sitting sideways in his favorite armchair, legs slung over one arm as he looked at the instructions.
“Well, I suppose,” Sephiroth admitted. “But I still don’t understand why you’re so fussy about it.”
Genesis’ eyebrows scrunched together as he examined the little booklet carefully.
“Seems simple enough,” Sephiroth said, looking over the redhead’s shoulder.
“Ugh, these instructions make no sense,” Genesis huffed.
“No, they do, see--“ Sephiroth was interrupted by the sound of paper tearing. Genesis muttered something along the lines of, ‘take that, you dumb bitch.’
Sephiroth looked mildly horrified. “Genesis. What the hell?”
“As you said, it seemed simple enough. I’m sure we can construct the…what’s it called? Callac shelf? Easily enough,” Genesis replied confidently, stretching out his legs and yawning.
“Two by eight matte white Kallax. And if you do want to beat out Zack and Cloud, the instructions would’ve helped, don’t you think?” Sephiroth arched a brow, hiding his mild annoyance behind a veil of teasing.
Genesis let out an aggravated sigh, dragging his hand down his face. “Those idiots probably don’t even know how to use a screwdriver.”
“You’d be surprised. Zack has unscrewed the air vent covers in my apartment multiple times. I’ve found him raiding my cabinets at three in the morning multiple times.”
“Eh, no matter. Let’s just do it.” Genesis swung his legs off of the armchair, then studied the cardboard box on the floor. “How do we open this?”
Sephiroth groaned. “Oh my goddess.” —————— Little pieces of cardboard box were scattered across the carpet. Turns out the use of a sword was not the most effective (or efficient) method for opening it.
“In retrospect, we should have used a box opener,” Sephiroth mused.
“Ya think?” Genesis retorted, pulling out the various pieces of the two by eight matte white Kallax bookshelf, as Sephiroth had corrected earlier. He pulled out bag of screws, dowels, and the…whatever would anchor the shelf to the wall. He didn’t know the name, and it didn’t matter anyway—they wouldn’t be needed.
Sephiroth reached for the bag, and Genesis relinquished it to him. The bag was ripped open and the contents spilled out with a metallic clinking.
The silver haired man asked his partner, “I don’t suppose you memorized the instructions?”
“I’m sure we can do without them, and, besides, I’m sure they’re online somewhere,” Genesis said with a shrug, “And besides, I’ve helped Angela construct this dozens of times.”
He propped two side pieces up at right angles, then inserted a screw, turning it with the wrench. The screw made it in halfway before the two pieces (which had been flush against each other) began to separate. Genesis cursed under his breath, then unscrewed it before trying again.
“Mind if I try?” Sephiroth didn’t wait for an answer before snatching the tool out of Genesis’ hands. He fumbled with it before finally getting it into the screw, turning it quickly. This time, it went in. The process was repeated for the second screw, though it took several attempts for both pieces to stay neatly together.
“I think we put the dowels in next.” Genesis picked up six dowels—one per panel—and the hammer Sephiroth had retrieved upon a cursory glance at the instructions. Lining the first dowel up along the holes in the long side, Genesis gave it a few taps with the hammer until he was satisfied in its security. Five holes later, and what Genesis assumed to be a step was complete.
Sephiroth placed all of the longer panels. The dowels slid neatly inside the pre drilled holes so they were (mostly) secured to the half constructed shelf.
“I think we skipped a step—you’re supposed to alternate between putting in the shorter and longer panels so you can actually build it,” Genesis observed. “We can just bend them a bit—the dowels should be strong enough.” He put two more dowels in the upper holes, preparing them for the shorter panel.
The dowels were not, in fact strong enough. As soon as Genesis tried bending one of the pieces Sephiroth had inserted, a cracking sound could be heard as one dowel splintered completely.
Genesis’ nostrils flared. “IambelovedbythegoddessIambelovedbythegoddessIambelovedbythegoddess,” He repeated, squeezing his eyes tightly shut to prevent his anger from spilling over. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists before opening his eyes.
Meanwhile, Sephiroth assessed the damage before removing the piece, half of the broken dowel still stuck inside. “I’m sure it’s still usable.”
Genesis let out a frustrated groan, aggressively pulling the other panels off of the dowels.
“We should look up the instructions,” Sephiroth said.
“NO!” Genesis barked. “We’ve come this far without them; we’ll show the Puppy and his chocobo that we can do without them!”
“Fine.”
Genesis lined up the shorter panel with the dowels and lowered it, wiggling it a bit to make sure it was properly in place. Sephiroth wordlessly handed him the panel with the half broken dowel in it, and put it back where it had been. Securing the shorter and longer panels together with more dowels, he repeated the process for the other pieces.
"Okay, we just need to screw on the last two pieces, then it'll be done," Genesis stated, turning the almost finished shelf to examine it.
As soon as he turned it, he noticed that they had made a horrible mistake. Sephiroth had accidentally screwed in the screw too far in, and the wood had split. Badly.
Genesis resisted the urge to scream and elected to ignore it. They could simply place it crack side down. No one would notice. It was fine. Everything was going great. This was fun.
"Eh, it's fine," Sephiroth said dismissively.
"I'm doing the rest of the screwing from now on," Genesis said, looking sharply at his boyfriend. Sephiroth bit back the remark he wanted to make.
"Oh, don't you start. What are you, fourteen?" Genesis knew exactly what he had wanted to say. Lining up the remaining two pieces, Genesis began to screw them in. Finally, it was done.
He and Sephiroth lifted it so it was standing upright. Genesis walked around it slowly, examining it from every angle.
"I know we split the wood on the short side...but why does this side look like someone gouged this with a sword?"
@sephesisweek
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Danny is on the run from Batman and is looking for a safe place to go, and travels dimensions until he lands in yet another new world.
Hoping not to get noticed by anymore bad guys he stays invisible as he explores this new world...that is until a blond guy with wierd hair and a large sword casts freaking fireball on him and startles him back into the visable spectrum.
After a scuffle in which Phantom discovered he couldn't phase through the blond guy and got thrown to the ground the blond guy suddenly stopped, "You're a kid."
"Please don't adopt me. I got like two other creepy rich dudes trying and they're not gonna succeed either."
The man just stared at him for a few moments before shething his sword into the wierd mess of harnesses on his back, "Thats fair. Are you hungry?"
Phantom was taken aback, "I-yeah? I guess."
The blond guy then started walking off, prompting the ghost to follow him. Blond guy lead them to a bar and restaurant called "Seventh Heaven" and had him sit down at a table while he went to chat with the pretty lady cleaning glasses behind the counter. She asked about Phantom, appearently not realizing he could hear her. Turns out blondie thinks he's some kind of byproduct of mad scientists and he's partially right. He didn't know who 'Shinra' was though.
They eventually gang up on him and force him to spill that he was on the run from wierd feds in two separate dimensions and two wierd billionaires, each from the two dimensions and they both want to adopt him. Danny doesn't wanna be adopted by them though.
The man, Cloud, offered to adopt him in stead. He would allow Phantom to come and go as he pleased so long as he showed up and allowed Cloud to mentor him and teach him how to fight properly. Phantom would be able to use Cloud, Tifa and thier kids as a cover if anyone asked.
Danny saw this as an absolute win.
Aka Cloud Strife says "Yeah, i'll lie to the feds for you"
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moostelid · 5 months
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FFVII prompt:
Waking up a kid again, a formerly 27-year-old Cloud decides to retrieve Vincent, and burn the mansion.
To Cloud’s dismay, however, he seems to have landed in the time where the Kalm survivors are still present in Nibelheim. Unable to destroy the mansion without hurting civilians, he’s found himself in a tough spot.
On the bright side, the knowledge that Veld‘s daughter (Felicia/Elfé) is among those being experimented on turns out to be the perfect motivation to get Vincent out of his coffin for good in this timeline.
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whumperofworlds · 7 months
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Imagine a whump scene with this happening:
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altocat · 1 year
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Hiiii! are you still accepting prompts? if so, can i request #57 with some sephgen in a universe where they actually talk out their feelings? id love to see your take on that line!
GASP, communication! Their one weakness!
"I've seen the way you look at me."
The silence is palpable, cold moonlight through the blinds, the darkened neatness of Sephiroth's room insufferably offensive to the eyes. Genesis thinks it all so dreadfully drab and dreary. He would have commented, had the alternative not slipped out instead. Goddess, the fates were cruel.
The taller soldier stands rigid in the corner, silver hair glinting in the dim light, long shadows on the wall. A twitch of fingers. A pause.
"I....don't look."
A snort. Too late to pull back now, Genesis supposes. He'll probably regret it. Or maybe he already is. But the bait is too tempting. "Bullshit. You look all the time. You think I don't notice? You're not as sly and subtle as you think you are. Clearly there's SOMETHING you like."
"I recall not inviting you in here. You're drunk."
"Stone cold sober, my dear. You had more than I did."
"You're invading my space."
"Is it the eyes? The hair? My dazzling charisma? I do enjoy a bit of flattery. Aesthetic is my specialty. Admiring another man isn't a sin, you know. And Goddess, the times I've looked at YOU."
"You're. Drunk."
"What about it vexes you so much? Come on, Seph really. You think I haven't caught on about you yet? You're the same as the rest of us, darling. And your blood is red."
"Genesis."
He leans against the wall, a throaty purr, caught somewhere between a laugh and a grimace, his auburn hair flashing. "Worried about your reputation, is it? Worried I'll bite? Try me. Really, Seph. We've been through enough at this point. Scared of the challenge? Scared I'll--"
"I," Sephiroth's voice breaks, the unnatural timbre of his low voice cracking, staggering. Weakened. Small, yet firm. Mournful. "Am not. One of your. Dalliances."
Silence again, longer now. Pale eyes in the dark. Emerald. Footfalls on the smooth gray carpet. And stopping again.
"... you're..."
"I..."
"Seph..."
Deep breaths. The shaky collection of gathered air, mechanical offerings against pale, trembling lips. "Just...don't."
"Don't what? Do you think I think of you that way?"
"Please."
"No. Fuck you. Do you really think that?"
The taller man looks away, narrowed pupils at the wall. "I...it's different. That is to say...I'm different. I don't want what you have. I don't want what you want."
"And what do I want?"
"I..." He knows he isn't good at this. He knows it's falling apart. But this time, it doesn't stop. "You want the world. And you have it. People. Goals. A purpose. You're different from the others. You have fire and will and passion. You have creativity, drive. You take what you want. You struggle and you endure. You're stronger than you think, even to the last. I...admire that."
The auburn soldier only gapes, baffled.
"I've...always admired that."
Movement again. Closer. And closer. And near.
Sephiroth feels his throat closing, the tangle of sweaty bangs against his skin. Fingers that brush against the smooth white length of his neck. His cheek. His lips.
And those pale Mako eyes meeting him. Holding him.
"What do you want, Sephiroth?"
"I..."
"What do you want?"
He isn't supposed to ask for things. To take. Hojo would have chastised him for it. To so greatly desire another male, to choke and seethe and hide. To burn. What would the scientist have said? What would he have done?
And those fingers, gently lifting his chin, meeting that softened stare, meeting that gaze. The hardest battle he's ever really known. And the impossible enemy he couldn't slay.
"What do you want?"
"... What.... what do you want?"
And those lips on his, warm, pliant. Slow and measured. An eternity. A century. An epoch. An eon. Colors and wind. Ripples. Falling. Sinking.
Genesis' lips quirk, a wry twist at the corner, head tilted, expression soft, yet studious.
"A chance, for starters."
A final, fragile pause. "You're drunk."
"And so are you."
"I don't look."
"You do. And so do I."
"This is ridiculous."
"And so it is."
And so it was.
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