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silverflqmes · 7 days

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hi!! i hope this request finds you well, do you think you could write agszc with a s/o whos good with kids please 💕?

໒⦂ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒.

notes. hi hi anon — i wasn’t sure how to go about this so i took a little inspiration from the interactions cloud and zack have with the sector five kids and applied them to everyone a bit! went for headcanons, i hope they are to your likings<3

genre. fluff + crack

ft. sephiroth, cloud strife, zack fair, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley

gender neutral! reader.

➫ 𝓢𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ i hate to break it to you anon but i gotta slap some angst in here — sephiroth finds himself a bit confused, yet curious watching you among kids. had he been raised as normal kids were, would he have received this sort of attention too..? this kindness that was given without effort or consequences?

⌗ in the beginning he just let you do your thing, hanging out with them as you did while he waited to walk you home later.. but then he was slowly urged to join- by the kids no less.

⌗ he felt awkward, out of place and unsure of how he should act — but everyone was patient with him and something oddly warm began to spread in his chest. you didn’t pressure him into anything either — which he was grateful for.

⌗ the girls would braid brush his hair, place flowers in, and when the boys marveled at his height and overall build, begging to be carried, sephiroth obliged and found himself feeling elated — at peace among them.

⌗ you always told them bedtime stories but over time, the kids began to whisper and ask you if sephiroth could because his voice was so smooth and lulled them to sleep effortlessly

⌗ one time the children found a gray, stray kitten — and didn’t want to give it away.. so it became a combined effort between you, the kids and sephiroth, too.. who felt a strange empathy for the feline. it became an everyday thing from then for all of you to take care of the cat and welcome it among your group<3

⌗ someone crying or hurt? masamune’s out and ready to take out the reason behind those tears and wails — which you have to stop seph from doing, but it’s cute how much he cares<3

➫ 𝓒𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝓢𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ he’s um- cloud is uh.. he’s doing his best, remember?? ahem.. in other words, he is still trying to get accustomed to kids — it’s a work in progress, but you seem to be amazing with them??

⌗ bro is completely awestruck at how well you get along with them, how you have them following you around with such ease and looking all excited when you arrive. literally how is that possible?? it makes no sense..

⌗ but cloud, as stated before, is doing his best. during the times that you ask him to help out, he manages to provide a lending hand in busying them.

⌗ a lot of the kids are in awe with him and want a chance to ride on fenrir with him or learn how to wield such an impressive weapon like he does — so cloud does what he can to indulge in those requests..

⌗ not the best or worst with cooking but he does know some recipes from growing up with his mother and has shared them with you to cook together on occasion for the children<3

⌗ over time cloud does get better with them, becomes more natural and less stiff.. though he can’t help but stop at times and stare when he witnesses you with them — so serene and kind, delicate and careful. unknowingly, it brings a tint smile to his lips and thoughts of the future.

⌗ ..and then the kids call him out and he becomes a flustered, tsundere, mess — which has you stifling a laugh into your hand LMAO

➫ 𝓩𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝓕𝗔𝗜𝗥 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ you’re good with kids?? him too!! zack is so so good with kids, they absolutely ADORE him ( can’t blame ‘em ) — he’s just so chill for an adult!

⌗ seeing you with kids literally clenches at his heart, your exchanges with them are just so so cute and you speak in such a sweet, gentle voice towards them. could honestly listen to you all day if he could😭

⌗ the kids always tease you guys about getting married and make kissy faces at you guys which has your face burning up with embarrassment meanwhile zack is like hell yeah!! ofc he’s gonna marry you, duh!!

⌗ the girls like to pick flowers for you both and do your hair all pretty<3 and zack’s too, cuz ofc he needs to look his best too!! he has little reluctance and is excited as a puppy✨

⌗ oh no a kid is crying?? zack is on the case.. had it not been for you comforting them already oops. but-! he’s on his way to find the culprit! even if it’s just a pebble or branch that happened to be in their path..

⌗ cooking? not his domain, but you seem to be good at it! especially making these cute bunny looking apple slices<3 he helps with cleaning instead ( sometimes )

⌗ now what he does do good in is bedtime stories! has the craziest things to tell and even some folklore from his hometown, gongaga! the kids eat up everything he tells them and are out cold within minutes🫡

➫ 𝓖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦 𝓡𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗦 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ surprisingly, he’s very good with kids! more so the girls because they’re all heart eyes for genesis, thinking him to be some sort of a prince.. especially with the way he dresses, speaks and carries himself in general..

⌗ he often entertains their fantasies, going along with them and accepting the flowers they picked for him or the colorings they’d hand him — it was just so cute!

⌗ the boys enjoyed to see him in action more with combat, literally watching with stars in their eyes when he fights.. but they always seem to gravitate a little more towards you ahaha..

⌗ genesis has to pinch himself occasionally from staring at you, watching how loving and caring you were towards these random kids that attached themselves so easily to you because you had given them the time of day

⌗ as the kids are lining up for your cooking, so is your boyfriend — he is SO there for that food and is very much enjoying not only the meals you prepare but this overall side of you.. it’s refreshing, he feels special to see it🙁

⌗ organizes a little play for the kids to take part in — of course it’s loveless, it always has to be with him.. and the kids beg him to read it to them at night which brings tears to his eyes. finally some loveless enjoyers!! unlike his friends who make FUN of him..

⌗ always brings baskets of dumbapples to share a piece of home with the kids and even makes different deserts and pastries that he came up with personally! might not do much cooking but baking — and with his hometown’s fruit? yes he will!

➫ 𝓐𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝓗𝗘𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗬 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ you would think he is another one of the awkward few ( seph and cloud, unfortunately im looking at you guys.. ) but he is not! angeal is really good at taking care of zack, almost as if he’s his own family.. so i believe he must be good with children too despite his stoic appearance

⌗ it was by chance one day during a mission that he had ended up helping you out with the kids you regularly took a detour to visit and hang out with, always bringing stuff from your missions — it was super cute honestly😭

⌗ he is a pretty family oriented guy tbh and totally seems like malewife material?? cooks for the kids, cleans up too, patches up them up if they get injured and tells stories to put them to sleep!! he’s doing it all, guys!

⌗ he wants to lessen your load as much as he can but you seem to have things pretty much under control and the kids are just so chill with you — it’s impressive honestly, he might need a tip or two for handling zack..

⌗ he was telling a story one time — about the buster sword, actually, and as attentive as the kids were, even you since it was your first time hearing, you’d ended up fast asleep along with the kids — it was the cutest sight seeing them curled up against you

⌗ games aside, you do try to teach the kids norms and values to keep with them and angeal also throws in a few words about dreams.. honor.. etcetera..

⌗ a few days later the kids ended up making cardboard and wooden cutouts of the buster sword and repeated his words along with the gesture — yourself included..🫣

notes. sorry for the wait, i hope these were okay and to your likings! i went in with no plan and this was the result basically.. i know it was meant to center around the reader but it shifted over to the boys ahaha.. my bad, hope you don’t mind :’)

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rottenpumpkin13 · 1 month

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Out Of Context Shit Heard On The SOLDIER Floor #6

Previous: #1, #2, #3, #4, #5

Angeal: No, Genesis, you spaghetti-noodle-spine-having-ass bitch.

Sephiroth: I identify as a tonberry *chases Cloud with a kitchen knife*

Zack: Ra Ra Rasputin *kicks Sephiroth over*

Genesis: Unhand me you cretin *alone, talking to no one*

Angeal: Zack just showed me a picture of the Grinch and said "hear me out"

Lazard: No, Sephiroth, you cannot have a human-sized cat bed in your office "for enrichment"

Cloud: Parkour time *crashes through the air vents*

Sephiroth: I'm the biggest lesbian ally in this department, actually.

Angeal: For the sake of my sanity I'm gonna pretend I didn't just see Zack twerking to One Winged Angel.

Luxiere: I would commit unspeakable atrocities for a crumb of Zack's attention.

Lazard: That stripper pole better be gone when I get back or so help me, Genesis, I will return you to the goddess.

Sephiroth: *does a single pump of sore throat spray* This is enough for sustenance for the day.

Kunsel: Care for a deep-fried cigarette?

Angeal: You look like an AI-generated twink.

Sephiroth: I've grown so tired of Genesis's voice that we now communicate solely through interpretive dance.

Lazard, over the speakers: Whoever heated fish in the break room microwave, please come by my office so I can break your knees.

Zack: Aww, I forgot to feed the Roomba :(

Genesis: I don't know why me and Angeal are being judged. Simulating a birth with a watermelon is a perfectly normal activity for two people.

Kunsel: Hopefully this office party won't end in accidental weed use.

Angeal: WHY IS THERE A FAMILY OF RACCOONS IN THE TRAINING ROOM?

Genesis: I noticed some homosexual subtext in your screams, do you want to talk about that?

Angeal: *sniff sniff* Ooh~ who's barbecuing? OH MY GOD IT'S AN ELECTRIC FIRE.

Roche: Every time I think about chopping my hair short I think "Sephiroth wouldn't want this for me" and the feeling is gone.

Genesis: I made a friend *drags in a skeleton with a Sephiroth wig*

Cloud: *points at Angeal, Genesis and Sephiroth* Pure of heart, dumb of ass, big of tit.

Lazard: I told Zack to use Excel and he started sobbing.

Angeal: WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST SEASONING YOUR GROUND BEEF?

Sephiroth: It's extremely rude to ask someone why they're eating a salad bowl of udon at 8 AM. Mind your business, Zack.

Cloud: Genesis likes Loveless so much because the title resonates with his love life.

Zack: You keep your anxiety pills in a takeaway to-go box? Dude that's so fancy.

Lazard: Why is Sephiroth the only one wearing a shirt??

Angeal: Common sense has chased Zack all his life but he wears wheelies so he's faster

Sephiroth: I personally don't use the peace sign because I haven't had a day of peace since I was 12.

Kunsel: I'm never going out in public with Zack again. A child's balloon popped when it went near his hair.

Angeal: No I'm not giving you an aspirin. Last time I gave you one you crushed it and snorted it like cocaine.

Lazard: An overwhelming majority of you peaked in kindergarten.

Sephiroth: Zack, I'm becoming increasingly concerned by the amount of potatoes in your pants right now.

Zack: This year I want an A/B/O themed birthday party.

Sephiroth: Please don't commit tax fraud, Genesis. You won't thrive in prison.

Genesis: Does anyone have an extra ramen packet to give Sephiroth? The 64 he consumed this morning weren't enough.

Roche: Commander Rhapsodos and his emo fringe is our culture.

Zack: I'm at my fucking limit! I'm about to eat a vegetable!

Genesis: He's a son of a bitch Sephiroth: That implies he has a mother, so I don't see how that's an insult.

Zack: Fuck around and find out *said with a chunk of Genesis' red coat hanging from his pocket*

Cloud: Does anyone have an extra brain cell? I lost my remaining one when Genesis spoke to me this morning.

Sephiroth: Damn.

Kunsel: Zack owes me so much money that if he sold his box of random shit he stole from Angeal, he still couldn't pay me back.

Angeal: Why are you guys playing Queen's Blood in the closet? is this a metaphor?

Genesis: Have you prayed to your Sephiroth cardboard cutout yet today?

Sephiroth: Alert me once Rufus Shinra arrives so that I may greet him adequately *said while building a pipe bomb*

Lazard: It's all fun and games until the timeout cage that I ordered online arrives.

Genesis: I will atone for my sins by becoming a nuisance to the environment.

Cloud: If Zack were a scented candle he'd smell like ADHD and crayons.

Sephiroth, standing on a table: DO NOT. EAT. THE CHEESECAKE. IN THE FRIDGE. It's mine.

Angeal: *with a bucket while it's raining hale* Free ice baby.

Zack: I finally have enough gil to buy a sixteen bouncy castles.

Genesis: Being overcome with the desire to eat pasta and call your mother at 2 AM and wondering if you're having a mental breakdown or are possessed by Sephiroth.

Lazard: I can't fire any of you, but I'm about to start setting things on fire.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #ff7r #crisis core #incorrect ffvii #roche ff7r #kunsel ff7 #lazard deusericus

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missyandthemisfits · 2 months

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FF7 Headcanons – Do They Like Their Partner Playing In Their Hair?

I write sometimes so Imma put some Final Fantasy VII headcannons here in honor of tomorrow’s release 🍷🍾

Cloud Strife – He absolutely does, he also absolutely won’t own up to it because he’s EMBARRASED. That said, if you really wanna hear him say it that badly, you can always threaten to never do it again. He’ll pout, complain softly, and confess. THEN he’ll immediately ask you to do it.

Tifa Lockhart – YesssSS, she adores it! But she makes you wait until you’re alone to do it because she is CONVINCED she makes questionable faces when you do it. She does. She does make those faces-

Aerith Gainsborough – You’d better believe she does and is happy to return the favor! She might actually be better than you at it though…awesome scalp massages.

Barett Wallance – Not really…? But he can be convinced. Especially after a long, hard day and a hot shower.

Cid Highwind – NOPE. Don’t even try it, you’ll get an earful and will NEVER hear the end of it, I assure you.

Vincent Valentine – He is FIRMLY on the fence about it. On one hand, it feels amazing and he really does love it. On the other hand, he’s still convinced he just doesn’t deserve that kindness, from you or anyone. You may or may not be able to get him to agree to it, depending on the day.

Reeve Tuesti – He does indeed like it and he is also not afraid to ask for it. Hell, he’ll ask for it mid-speech sometimes, right in the middle of the explaining something to the party members. You will probably say no.

Reno Sinclair – YES, for the love of God, PLEASE play in his hair. I cannot stress this enough, HE HAS NO SHAME. He will beg, with or without company, outside or inside your home. He does not care how it looks to those around him, he’s a man that knows what he wants an when he wants it.

Rude – I wheeze, but yes. He enjoys…scalp massages.

Elena – She actually only likes it when and if you wash her hair for her while you’re doing it, something about the combination of nails and water – she’s a little strange, but it’s cute.

Tseng – Another fence straddler, but he’s a lot easier to convince. For him, it’s about intimacy, something you two share that he doesn’t wanna share with anyone else so it stays in home – because he’s a little possessive.

Rufus Shinra – Oh yes, he definitely enjoys it – he’d ask for it more if it didn’t mess up his hair so much before meetings. He’s always got this smug look on his face when he teasingly asks though, so that’s a thing. Also possessive.

!! BONUS !!

Zack Fair – He’s got this lopsided grin on his face when you first ask him because he’s never had someone ask. But after the first time, he’s almost like a puppy.

Genesis Rhapsodos – He does like it, but he saves that sort of intimacy for after…‘The act’. Makes it more special. I think he’s just dramatic, honestly.

Angeal Hewley – Apprehensionnn, but if he’s feeling particularly stressed he may let you do it. It’s a hard sell though, be strong soldier.

Sephiroth – YES, thoroughly enjoys someone playing in his hair but understands they could be there for a while given the length of his luxurious locks – not that he minds. He could sit there all day, grinning and praising you for your time and effort. Unnecessarily suave, always.

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Pictures aren’t mine, Headcannons are!

#final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 remake #cloud strife #tifa lockhart #aerith gainsborough #cid highwind #vincent valentine #ff7 crisis core #reno of the turks #reno sinclair #rude ff7 #tseng of the turks #rufus shinra #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #sephiroth #zack fair

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kaonarvna · 4 months

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My friend, the fates are cruel—

It would have been their final conflict, the last time they would have see one another: the weaker bloodied and in decay, in need of disposal. It would have been a cruel and pitiful exercise of wasting time and whittling away what little strength Rhapsodos was holding onto.

Genesis knew——there was no way he could win, so why fight a concluded battle?

Sephiroth knew——there was no way he could put Rhapsodos down like a rabid old dog refusing to bear teeth.

It was better, from then on, to refuse altogether. It was better to deny orders, to fail assignments, to send another man whom he begged would spare him all the same. Send in that poor puppy to take care of that monster, desperate for health and salvation.

He just wanted to live.

If only he had enough time, then maybe, just maybe, they could play on even terms again. Maybe, just maybe, they could find some new version of "okay".

「 Description: It's dark, two men are tucked away in the wood somewhere they won't be seen nor heard. Moonlight comes in between tree trunks, only just lighting them, the ferns, the flowers, the blade edge hovering just about Genesis' neck. He sits on the mossy ground, one knee tucked to his chest, hand clutching a fresh scrape that's bled through his leather boot. The degrading man's body is covered in the white shed of his own rejected, rotting cells. Rapier, his blade, is on the ground beneath him, one hand pressed atop, pushing it away. Sephiroth stands in striking range, having lined up masamune with his counterpart's body, a threat. He orders (begs): PICK IT UP. Genesis does not comply, muttering: not today, not yet. Sephiroth doesn't cut him down. He stands there, frozen, refusing to execute one of the only men he has ever called "equal", one of the only men who made him understand "home". 」

If you would like to see the disastrously pink base sketch, you can do so here! A massive thanks to the dozens of people who, just seeing that alone, showed an immense amount of enthusiasm and love for this (then) unfinished piece. You are all too kind.

#sephesis week 2024 #sephesis week #Sephesis #Genseph #Sephgen #genesis rhapsodos #ffvii genesis #ff7 genesis #ffvii sephiroth #sephiroth fanart #sephiroth #art #digital art #knv art

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strayheartless · 24 days

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The edge of no return: a Sephgen ficlet

Inspired by this piece of art by @00000133330311

⚠️ warning for: slight blood; canon typical descriptions of war, nothing graphic but you have been warned; illusions to human experimentation but now explored; mentions of a panic attack; hyperventilation.

I think that’s it but let me know if I’ve missed something.

***

Genesis doesn’t admit to being afraid of Sephiroth very often. The knowledge that he almost always is is sickening at the best of times. It feels weak, pathetic. He is Genesis fucking Rhapsodos he is not weak. Even still… outside of his prideful stubbornness there are times when Sephiroth truly does frighten him.

This… is one of those times.

The battlefield in-front of them is cluttered with bodies. Some dead, some alive. All covered in a thick layer of mud, blood and sweat. Soldiers both Wutai and Shinra picking through the dead to make note of the families they will have to inform of their own loss.

Genesis knows better than most that he has no right to mourn the dead. He is their commander. He, in many ways, is their executor. Yet mourn their loss he does. Even after years of distancing himself from his fellow men to ease the blow. It never gets easier.

Above the scorched field, stood on the rising mound of destroyed tanks and ATV’s Sephiroth surveyed the scene, Masimune in hand; blood splattering his face. In the heat of the battle Genesis had lost track of him. It hadn’t mattered at the time; Sephiroth was an immovable force, he would not be struck down. Now however Genesis felt that loosing sight of him had perhaps cost too many their lives.

“He’s been stood up there for at least an hour, “ said a deep voice behind him. He didn’t have to turn to know it was Angeal.

Genesis hummed, slightly too afraid to move.

“You know he won’t come down from the high unless you bring him down Gena.” Angeal moves to brush some dirt from his friends face. A reassurance that falls on deaf ears.

“You assume I wield any kind of power over him at all…” he resorts, but there’s no real bite to his words. Angeal knows as well as Genesis does that Sephiroth has only and will only come back to reality if Genesis is the one to guide him there. It had always been that way. Genesis doesn’t ever want to think about what would happen if he were to use that ability for evil. That power of his could level planets.

Years from now the irony of that thought will haunt him to his dying day. Years from now he will be slapped by the goddesses chosen for how he chose to use his power over the Demon of Wutai in the end.

Right now though, he didn’t feel powerful… he felt afraid.

“You give yourself too little credit.” Angeal places a hand on his shoulder. “He has only ever listened to you,”

“How is the puppy?” He hedges.

Angeal snorts softly. “Kind of you to care,” he’s not letting Genesis get away with it but he is indulging him for at least a second or two.

“I’ve always cared,” Genesis snaps. “I know I don’t engage! I know they all think me rude and self centred, but I care!” Angeal hushed him, placatingly.

“I know Gena, I’m sorry.” He grips the back of Genesis’ neck and some of the tension leaks out of him. “He’s a little traumatised I think. You remember how it was, the shock of capture that comes after your first battle. He’s dealing with the shattered hero illusion, but he’ll be okay,”

“Keep an eye on him,”

“I always do. Now stop stalling,” with a shove Angeal pushes Genesis in the direction of the vehicle mound. He knew he wouldn’t get away with it long.

There was nothing else to concentrate on but Sephiroth. His eerie, deadly, stillness; his piercing gaze as it presided like a hawk over the landscape, looking for a single twitch or spasm in the mound of bodies to descend upon. To snuff out.

It hadn’t always been this bad. Genesis remembered a time when they were fifteen (perhaps Sephiroth had been a shade younger,) when the deadened staring had held great grief in it. When Genesis had more so had to stop the shaking than claw him back from the murderous haze.

Something had changed around nineteen though. He and Angeal had not long made FIRST class when Sephiroth had been ordered into the lab for a week and comeback different somehow.

He still slept by Genesis’ side, still flirted in that awkwardly adorable and very Sephiroth kind of way. He was still Sephiroth, he was still the man Genesis fell in love with. But every now and then there was something, a dimming of sorts in the back of his eyes that turned into a void when he had a weapon in his hands. There had been training room incidents that had left many injured at best.

The only person he had never hurt had been Genesis himself. There was no explanation to it, and if Hojo were asked it was a defect in Sephiroth’s training, but he never got that voided look when he was focused on Genesis. One day, that wouldn’t save him from Sephiroth’s blade. But that day will be his own fault.

“My love,” Genesis called softly, picking his way up sharp blasted out metal. “My love can you look at me?”

There was no reaction from Sephiroth, not to Genesis’ words at least. A movement to the left of him made him twitch and swivel his head to the noise. In any other situation it would have amused Genesis. He could always imagine Sephiroth chittering like a cat watching the birds when he was intent on watching something. Now he looked larger more dangerous. One wrong move and he’d pin Genesis under his paw.

“Sephiroth,” he says closer now. His voice wavered and he cleared his throat. “Look at me,” Genesis took Sephiroth’s face in his hands.

“Listen to what I’m telling you. The battle is finished, you can come back.”

Nothing.

“SOLDIER first class, Sephiroth!” Sephiroth jerks. Genesis hates ding that to him, but it gets the job done. Sephiroth looked at his face but didn’t quite see it.

“The battle is over dear heart. Come back to me.” Genesis ran his thumb through the blood on his face. None of it was his own. It did not take the once over Genesis gave him anyway to know that he wasn’t hurt.

His lovely hair was drenched in red, it would stain for a day or two, but that just meant more time helping him wash it. It was something Genesis always liked doing.

“Gen?” Sephiroth murmured to him. his eyes were still clouded, but it was now with the confused depersonalised terror. “What did I do?” He asked and as he did he started shaking.

“Nothing you were not supposed to,” Genesis said evasively. It wouldn’t do to further distress Sephiroth here. Sephiroth however, was insistent as ever.

“But I did do something?!” He started to breath heavier. “Please Genesis, please, what did I do.”

Genesis moves a hand to Sephiroth’s neck and pulls him down to touch foreheads.

“Shhhh, shh my Angel,”

Sephiroth did not cry. He never did. He did not cry, or make distressed noises, he just shook. Shook and stayed silent as Genesis tried to guide him back to himself.

***

From the ground, Angeal looked up at them, Zack under his arm as the boy came down from his second panic attack since the battle ended.

“They look like Angels of death,” he whispered to Angeal solemnly.

The man could only sigh and squeeze the boys Shoulder. He couldn’t blame Zack for viewing them that way. Had they not been his friends he would have seen them exactly the same way. They were both the strongest SOLDIER’s Shinra had to offer. If Angeal was being truthful, they both had the potential to burn the world down.

But to him they were as they had always been. Two broken boy soldiers, too traumatised and broken down by the president and RnD to do more than cling to each other through the storm.

He feared the day one of them let go…

#ffvii #genesis rhapsodos #sephiroth #crisis core #ff7 #sephgen #genseph #sephesis #final fantasy 7 crisis core #ficlet #my writing

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altocat · 9 months

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What are your headcanons about Vincent? That man also had an unfair life!

Poor Vincent. It's a tough old world out there.

Vincent was raised primarily by his father, his mother having died when he was small. They'd been very close when he was younger, but had grown apart in his teen years. Grimoire did not want Vincent to become a Turk and it caused a rift between them. Unfortunately, Grimoire dies before Vincent and he can reconcile.

Vincent is still very much infatuated with Lucrecia as the two were intimate mere days before she ran to Hojo. He eventually moves on from her years later but the trauma of his origins occasionally comes to toy with him.

Vincent has tried to curb his more bestial urges by going full vegetarian. It lasts exactly four hours before he goes nuts and wolfs down an excessively bloody steak.

He also eventually takes up smoking from Cid, who he is closest to apart from Nanaki.

Refuses to cut his depression-hair. This isn't up for debate.

Drowns all his food in ketchup. Because BLOOD (Sorta)

Is actually kind of easily flustered when flirted with. He gets really awkward and squirmy.

His attempts at humor are 100% Dad-jokes. Completely unintentionally

Spends half the day brooding and the other half sleeping. Unless there's shit going down, in which case he is the first to rush in and the first to snap someone's neck without hesitation.

... Everyone's kind of nervous around him sometimes. Vincent can be gentle or he could kill you without question and think nothing of it. He IS dangerous, even if he's with the good guys.

Tifa once lectured him for four hours after he left his gun out with Denzel and Marlene in the area. BIG vampire sulk.

He has a string of new loves post-Dirge. But he eventually settles for an initially solo existence as well. It's the reality of his situation after all.

In the pre-Remake timeline, Vincent outlives all of his friends, Nanaki included. He does eventually, however, find unexpected companionship in the somehow miraculously still alive Genesis Rhapsodos, his life prolonged greatly thanks to Project G. They make for an odd pair--With Genesis going out of his way to annoy the shit out of Vincent every chance he can.

Vincent also helps to look after generations of Nanaki's kin as well.

Vincent gradually begins to wonder if he is, in fact, Sephiroth's biological father. It hadn't occurred to him at all until he sees the adult Sephiroth in the flesh later on in their journey. Sephiroth LOOKS just like him, though he mostly favors Lucrecia. That thought alone is agonizing for Vincent and he begins to question whether or not he might be able to go through with this.

When Hojo reveals that HE is supposedly Sephiroth's father, Vincent is shocked, disgusted, and somewhat RELIEVED. Yes, it's still Lucrecia's son, and killing him would hurt Vincent regardless. But he also clings to the idea that it really WAS Hojo that sired Sephiroth, and not the hellish alternative. Unbeknownst to Vincent, and perhaps mercifully so, his worst fears are secretly true...

#asks #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #Vincent valentine #cid highwind #Nanaki #tifa lockhart #Sephiroth #Hojo #Dirge of Cerberus #Lucrecia Crescent #grimoire valentine #Genesis Rhapsodos

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holly-fixation · 9 months

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Fallen Silver: Ch 2

Summary: Sephiroth is MIA. Second Class Rhapsodos and Third Class Hewley are tasked with locating and finding him. The public does not know of this disappearance. No one was prepared for the truth.

Healing was not as simple as they hoped.

Please enjoy.

Chapter 2: Resonance

The medical room was cold, forcing even the Silver Soldier further under the thin sheet of the bed. He opened his eyes against the sleepiness threatening him. He needed to see his friends, to let them know he was alright, to apologize for everything that happened. He… hated every second he remembered. Thankfully only a few minutes passed before his friends entered and freed him from his anxious waiting.

“Hey, Sephiroth…” Angeal spoke first, his words kind and caring, “how are you feeling?”

A small wince. He did not want to think about his body right now. He hadn’t felt this weak and pained since his first mako procedure. Instead of answering, he crossed his arms over his bandaged chest, soothing his ribcage with the soft pressure of his hands. “Thank you for finding me…” The strength in his voice was slowly returning, but weakness drowned the progress. “I apologize… I don’t know how they captured me…”

“Shhh,” Genesis shushed him, offering his hand. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You’re here. That’s all that matters.”

Inhuman eyes met the hand but his body turned away. “I’m… sorry for ‘that’ too…”

“Sephiroth, it’s alright-”

“No it’s not…” His bangs blocked his face. “I treated you both poorly…”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I forced my needs on you…-”

“We chose to stay by your side.”

“You had no choice…”

“Sephiroth, stop being annoying,” Genesis snapped, forcing cat-like eyes to meet him. “We wanted to mend your injuries. Anything we could do to lessen your pain we agreed to without hesitation.”

The silver haired man took a breath.

“But do you have any idea what was in that box Hojo gave you?”

He shook his head.

“Or why you needed us?”

Sephiroth’s ears flared in shame. “...I don’t know… I had this… emptiness… I can’t explain… and with you it was less…” He inhaled sharply, pushing out his explanation as fast as possible. “That box- I don’t know what was in it- but it filled that useless feeling entirely… I apologize…”

“I’m going to start an apology jar if you keep apologizing for nothing.” Genesis only gained a confused look in return. “It means you lose one gil for every useless apology you give.”

“But one gil is barely…-”

“It’s not about the quantity. It’s about teaching you to stop.”

He winced. “Genesis, Angeal... The things I said… Those useless temper tantrums... Even under the circumstances, everything I did was unbecoming of a soldier… These apologizes are warranted until I’m back on the front-”

Angeal smacked him in the back of the head, cutting the Silver Soldier off without any pain. Clearly nothing they told him was getting through, and the strike was friendly. “Shut up. You’re not going back until you’re healed. And we are not leaving Midgar until we’re sure.”

“But the troops-”

“I will smack you again if you say ‘but’ one more time.”

Sephiroth looked away silently.

“You went through a horrible ritual. Ritualistic torture. The least we can do is stay by your side until you fully recover. Understood, SOLDIER First Class, Sephiroth?”

His eyes glazed as his body straightened to crooked attention. “...Yes, sir…”

* * *

One month. An entire month passed before the Silver Soldier fully regained his strength. Though his friends outwardly showed their joy, Shinra gave them little time to celebrate. Three days after Sephiroth’s victory over Genesis in the training room, the three SOLDIERs found themselves on a helicopter back to Wutai. Angeal watched the Silver Soldier for any signs of distress, but determination filled his mako blue, cat-like eyes. Sephiroth never spoke a word of his feelings on the matter. In fact, he sat with his hand on Masamune in silent meditation the entire flight.

At the front, they triumphed in their easiest battle in four months. Sephiroth zipped through enemy forces like a streak, barely visible as he took down almost every troop. Angeal and Genesis took care of the few stragglers, but they barely defeated ten monsters and men in total.

The cheers from Shinra's army rang through the forest, their cries of victory carried for miles. The three SOLDIERs, however, stayed quiet.

Sephiroth pushed himself to the front of the lines, to every speck of danger possible. His actions remained the same as before his capture, but something in his eyes concerned his friends. Something drove him forward. A failure. A need. Sephiroth silenced all questions about it without any true answers.

At nightfall, the three friends found themselves around the campfire within their new temporary base.

Sephiroth's eyes were saucers as he stared up at the sky. “It's not raining.”

Angeal glanced up. “Yeah. A clear sky's pretty uncommon this time of year. Especially at night.”

“These constellations only appear during the rainy season.”

“Then enjoy the view while you can.” Genesis gave the younger soldier a small shove.

Sephiroth smirked, but it faded slowly. “'While I can,'” he parroted solemnly.

Genesis wrapped an arm around him before Angeal had the chance to move. “Hey.” He saw the darkness claim the cat-like eyes. “You're safe now. They'll never capture you again, you hear me? We'll leave in an hour and give them hell for what they did to you.”

Sephiroth just gave a small nod. He wanted to believe his friends. He wanted them to be right, but no trauma of war ever bothered him for this long. One month and his mind still fell back on foggy memories of gold, red, and blue. He crossed his arms to conceal the feeling. He should be numb to it by now, but that ritual cut far deeper than his body.

He was the strongest warrior on this planet. Nothing was strong enough to keep him down. This mental wound would heal soon just like his physical wounds.

Just like he was always told.

The balance of war greatly fell in their favor with Sephiroth back on the field. No group could ambush them, attack them, or even threaten them. The occasional large monster that delayed Genesis and Angeal for days during his capture fell to Masamune in slashes. A week of the Silver Soldier's strength moved their army farther than a month of the Second and Third Class'.

His friends tried to convince him not to attempt a fortress invasion yet, but he did not listen. They had no choice but to stay at his side. Or to run behind him when he didn't listen.

“Sephiroth!” Genesis shouted, dashing to catch up. “Slow down!”

“Don't rush ahead! Think about this carefully!” Angeal commanded but gained no obedience.

Sephiroth weaved through the land to the massive doors of the fortress, rage fueling every blocked spell from the archers at the wall. He charged a ball of fire capable of setting the entire fortress ablaze.

This was revenge.

This was redemption.

He raised his hand to unleash hell. None of the Wutaians tried to stop him. His friends kept running after him

They only heard a gong, its reverberations and echoing tones, and Sephiroth fell to his knees, clutching his ribs and shaking violently, his fire collapsing to nothingness.

“SEPHIROTH!” The redhead reached him first, grabbing the silver pauldrons and analyzing for any attacks he missed. But even the Silver Soldier's uniform was untouched.

“No more… no more… please stop… please…” He was begging, trapped too far in his mind to comprehend the world around them.

“Sephiroth. Sephiroth, what did they do?”

“Please don't… please… Please-!” Sephiroth suddenly screamed, the cry broken and unpracticed as it harrowed through the night sky.

Angeal finally arrived, staying close but also keeping his eyes on the enemy. “Genesis, what the hell is going on?”

The red head grabbed the younger man's chin, forcing at least an attempt of a gaze. Inhuman eyes flickered between cat-like slits and human-like moons, the mako fluctuating unrhythmically against it.

Enemy forces only watched as another scream left the Demon's lips.

He shot forward, grasping both SOLDIERs in his vice-like grip. Though his eyes flickered to human, his strength remained otherworldly.

Another bang and ring of the gong, restoring its reverberation.

“Stay close- stay close- I can't be alone- don't leave me any longer- I'm perfect- I have to be perfect- make it stop- make it STOP-”

“Sephiroth,” Angeal tried to break himself free while speaking softly, but the First's grip clenched past the point of pain. Genesis tried to jerk his wrist free, but again to no avail. “Sephiroth, let go.”

The Wutaian forces of the fortress chuckled quietly at first, a low drone they didn't notice until now, where the entire base roared with laughter.

“What did you do!?” Genesis demanded, yelling like a shackled child.

The howling guffawing continued, even increased as the Demon of Wutai yanked the SOLDIERs closer, restricting them tighter and tighter with barely any space to defend themselves.

None of their enemies cared.

With clearly no other threat of attack, Angeal turned to his friend and kneeled to his height.

“Don't leave me- Don't leave me again- I'll be perfect- I'll be perfect again I promise- This won't stop me- Just don't leave- please please please don't leave!” His eyes clamped shut and he wrapped an arm around Angeal without letting go of Genesis.

“We need to get him out of here. We're useless like this.”

“What's the matter, Shinra dogs?!” One archer mocked. “Never heard music before?!”

Genesis snarled, his blade glowing with fire magic, but Sephiroth pulled him back, shakily resting his head on the red leather shoulder with slightly relieved breaths.

Another strike of the gong. Another wave of laughter.

“I've been alone for so long. Do not take this too.” The voice and tone that left Sephiroth's lips housed something the friends did not understand. Something primal, something gravitational as Sephiroth's mind was pulled deeper and deeper into the abyss.

“We have to go,” Genesis finally agreed, trying to push to his feet. “Now.”

“We can't kill the Demon!” One continued its disdainful cheers. “But we don't need to anymore!”

“Make it stop- I can fix this- just make it stop-” Sephiroth allowed them to maneuver his body until he rested on Angeal's back, his head on his shoulder and his hand claiming Genesis' left. He didn't even mind the Buster Sword between him and his companion.

“Fall back!” Genesis shouted commands to any man that dared approach the fortress. “Fall back! Get back to camp!”

This time, every troop in the unit caught a glimpse of the weakened Silver Soldier as they retreated to the symphony of Wutaian laughter and the ringing of the gong.

* * *

They carried Sephiroth the entire route back to camp. Once the final overtones of the gong were no longer caught by his enhanced ears, the Silver Soldier melted, nearly falling asleep on his friend's back. Inhuman eyes were forced open. Whether this made him look stronger or weaker to his troops was currently unknown.

His eighth night post return to Wutai was spent the same way as his last before exportation: on a sleeping bag in a tent with his friends watching over him. It only took a few hours to recover, and by dawn his blade itched for battle.

The rain against the tent rippled below his thoughts.

“You're not going back out there.” Genesis practically read his mind.

“We have our orders. We must claim the fortress.”

“Genesis and I will handle the fortress,” Angeal explained. “You can clear the path to each one.”

Anger leaked from his words. “I won't be left behind for this useless instinct-”

“Sephiroth, you prevented us from fighting. You cannot go near that gong and we don't know where they're storing it or how many they have.”

“Every item in my imprisoning chamber was unique. They said so themselves. I can scout ahead to the next fortress. They won't have any special defenses.”

“And if you're wrong and they do have one, but you're alone twenty miles away? What will you do then?”

“...I've already decided you're not coming with me.” His eyes did not meet theirs.

“You don't get to make that choice.”

“Angeal.”

“I will not let you get yourself killed!”

“I can fight.” Sephiroth's words were small, cowering under the weight of his friends' collective care.

“You probably can,” Genesis seethed, “But you Can't. Win.”

He tensed, his jaw clenching.

“You're perfect for clearing out the field, but you can't handle anything near the fortresses.”

His hands shook. Angeal glared at his red headed friend.

“And that's okay.” He placed a soft hand on the black leather of the First’s uniform. “We'll still complete the mission and you'll still be useful to the cause. This isn't the end. We will figure this out.”

What Genesis didn't understand was that he had no say in Sephiroth's fate.

Yes. I regret to inform that his desired abilities have not awakened and likely never will. But he can fight. His physical capabilities are astounding. With work, I have no doubt he will be the strongest warrior on this planet.

You are Sephiroth. You are Everything.

You’re better than this. You know you’re better than this.

You will not fail me, Sephiroth. I will tear out your weakness with my bare hands if that’s what it takes.

Your skills are exceptional, but real battle poses all sorts of chaotic factors you cannot properly prepare for. If you do not focus through your pain now, you’ll never win this war.

You will win this war for Shinra.

You.

And you alone.

If you fail, Sephiroth. If you embarrass all my years of work, so help me gods I will make the rest of your days mine and mine alone. You will return to this lab and you will do as you’re told without question and without delay. I am tired of your nonsense, your temper tantrums, your annoying personality all thanks to Gast’s coddling. Get it together.

I raised you to be perfect.

Do not forget your duties.

His inhuman eyes flicked to the entrance of the tent, and in a blur he was gone. Rain fell through the slashed opening before Genesis or Angeal could process what happened.

“Damn it, not again,” Genesis grabbed his blade and rushed after him, Angeal following close behind. “Sephiroth!”

“Sephiroth, come back!”

Despite their cries, despite his post-traumatic need to keep them close, Sephiroth rushed off.

The unit found him six days later at the fortress beyond the last with the bloodied body of a dragon laying across the stone wall. Sephiroth stood at the torn gates with a broken gong of Leviathan scales in his hand and utter rage burning in his eyes.

To be continued...

Thanks for reading!

Chapter List

Author’s note: As always, I cannot help but be inspired by “A Monster’s Threads” so if you enjoy Sephiroth’s past torturing him, go check it out!

#sephiroth #ffvii #final fantasy vii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #angeal hewley #ffvii angeal #ff7 angeal #genesis rhapsodos #genesis ff7 #ff7 hojo

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The Soulmate, Soulmarks Verse

(as requested, and as will be seen in the upcoming fic, Waltzing Through Time, primarily featuring ReGen pairing - Reeve Tuesti / Genesis Rhapsodos.) Yes I WILL make that a thing.

So, how does this world work? For right now, we'll mostly talk about the soulmarks.

There are two kinds of soulmarks -- primary, and secondary. We'll talk about the secondaries in a bit.

Primaries

There are at least two primaries as you need two marks to make a bond - yours, and a partner's. However, polycules may find themselves with three or more marks. (Usually three, and very, very rarely more than five as it's only counting the core matches and not any wider web of not-mutual lovers. It's possible! But unlikely.)

Before going forward I would like to add: soulmates are not inherently sexual or romantic. By the world's definition, your soulmate is the other half of your soul, someone that fundamentally completes you in some way.

Notably: Drew Morrison - one you've met if you've read Dog Whistle - is aroace, in every verse including this one. Full on aromantic, and on the gray asexual spectrum though he doesn't usually realize that. And he is paired with Benji Richards, who is gleefully bi and still hooks up with other people to fill those needs, much to Drew's relief. But they fit in a way no one else can complete them as soulmates.

So, regardless of how many are involved... now that we know what the primaries are (you plus mutual partner(s) regardless of orientation) when do they show up and how do they function?

The following applies no matter how many marks you may have:

When you hit puberty, a soulmark appears somewhere on your body, and simultaneously appears in the same place on your soulmate's body. Since I've already disclosed Drew&Benji we'll use them as an example.

Drew's mark is a thick rope of ivy with leaves that forms a bracelet around his right wrist. It appeared when he was thirteen, in full vibrant jungle green colors. There's jokes when he's older that it's because he ties people together. (Not wrong, as you'll see.)

When he's sixteen, three years later, a the black outline of a lightning bolt appears on his upper right arm (Benji's mark, because he's fast, thinks quickly, and is very intelligent) It doesn't have color however, because they haven't "bonded" - the colloquial term for this is "triggered" as in haven't triggered their bond so it's active, as you would other sorts of mechanisms, like opening an automatic door, and not in the medical sense of something that triggers a traumatic reaction.

In order to activate or trigger your bond, you must make skin-to-skin contact. This has affected everything about clothing and what is and is not considered reasonable to wear. Most people seek out their bonds, and leave points of their body bare to touch. Hands are a big deal, and shaking bare hands goes from a mere pleasantry to a spectrum between 'I would love to bond with you' and 'we're clearly so incompatible I'm not worried about it' - and you get to guess which is which.

Then there are people who don't want to bond, who wear long sleeves and pants all year, constantly wear gloves and try not to let any but a scarce few touch them skin to skin. You get a lot of that with the Turks and also with SOLDIER, who likely screen a partner first for what their mark is before having a hookup. Not, necessarily, because they don't want a bond. Most people want a bond, to know what it's like to meet the missing half of your soul - to even know what that means. But their jobs are dangerous. Is it fair to bond with someone with a life that is likely going to come to an unnaturally short, and likely violent, end? There's different schools of thought, including 'is it fair to make that choice for them?' as well.

Backing up from the questions of ethics of bonds... what happens if you do?

When you bond

Once you've made skin to skin contact, what was essentially line art fills in with the same colors your soulmate wears. Benji and Drew highfived after training, caught skin on their arms, and were immediately fixated. I choose to use them as an example because of the next topic.

Skin hunger. It affects everyone, be they a minor that has no business getting ah, involved with their mate yet - because of course, you can get large age gaps between soulmates, some people get a marker say, five years before they get their own, and know that their partner is at least five years older. Or, in Drew's case, someone who... while not repulsed by sex was honestly really uninterested.

But the thing with skin hunger is it's just a call for skin-on-skin. It has nothing to do specifically with sex. In Waltzing With Time, you'll see Genesis just laying on Reeve, shirtless, while Reeve pets his hair and occasionally brushes his shoulders or lays a hand over his heart. (And, of course, there is a lot of coincidental, mundane contact. Even holding hands helps soothe the urge down to manageable levels.)

It doesn't matter your job; you are required, by medical and insurance purposes (union as well, but we're mostly talking about ShinRa), to take a week off. And you are not allowed to work remotely until the fifth day. This is because you're commonly believed to be a bit... out of your mind from the new bond. Not just the skin hunger; the vast majority of bonds cause an immediate, often irrational, anything for you mentality. To the point of endangering funds, other relationships, their body, and their dignity. (And probably more, but that's worth note.) With this in mind, again - a week off, to "settle into the bond" and begin to get back to where you can function as independent people.

In ShinRa it's often called a 'quarantine' period, though there are gentler and warmer phrases like "soul reunion" and "bond week" as well as simply settling. The most common phrase in the eastern ShinRa lands is "taking a week" and is universally understood that unless you specify it's just a vacation, it is bond related.

There is also a note on senses that is not just connected to the enhanced: sometimes, when soulmates are apart, they can share sensory information. However, it's not so easy as just sending it.

Sight is the most desirable and in theory also the easiest (it's not a high bar). You see what your soulmate sees if they're fixating on something for long enough - assuming, of course, that the receiving soulmate has their eyes closed at the right time.

Technically, with enough emotion behind it and a strong enough bond, you might be able to override a second or two of the receiving partner's sight with their eyes open but by far if it's ever done it is deliberate on both ends

Sound only transfers when it has made an impression, and it is almost entirely random unless you can fixate on it. (Shared stuck songs, anyone?)

Touch is spotty. It's almost never sent deliberately, and if it is then the partners have been deliberately practicing or there's some wild adrenaline and hyper focusing going on.

Smell + Taste seem to be completely at whim. There's talk of people sending it on purpose, but not much proof beyond say-so.

There is anecdotal evidence that the closer the soulmates are, the easier it is to share sensory information.

Worth noting as well: the shared senses does not include true telepathy.

Additional Primary details

Some other notes:

You have to go through the week for every set that bonds at the time. As in: if Partner 1/3 bonds with Partner 2/3 that's one week, but they have to take another week when they find Partner 3/3 and all three bond.

While the skin hunger and unreasoning levels of attachment fade by about the fifth day, and while partner(s) are literally able to separate by the end of the week, it has been proven that bonded mates can NOT be separated for more than five and a half weeks without beginning to have a reaction - by six weeks, skin hunger begins to return, as well as an increasingly over the top, dramatic and unreasonable thought process. It will take at least two weeks for the bonded to calm down and get back to being separately functional.

Many, many groups are advocating for a healthier two week period instead of the bare minimum single week. However, due to behind-the-scenes "government" ShinRa intervention, this motion hasn't passed.

With the nature of having to have skin contact for a bond to activate, you can have walked by your soulmate for years completely unknowing. However, there are some anecdotal "signs" that your soulmate is near. Including two that are true: their or your mark itching when you're close by (hard to prove), and getting pins and needles if you touch your mark through your soulmate's shirt or pants (you have to pay close attention to notice)

if your soulmate is dying, their mark begins to scar up around the edges; if they die, it will be raised up and rough to the touch, the colors faded and muddy. The living mate has to be watched carefully; they rarely outlive their mate by more than a few months unless they've been conditioning and are likely heavily drugged.

Secondaries

Secondary bonds, simply put, are found family. Someone has become so important to you that their mark appears somewhere on your body the moment you've started to feel that close and have touched each other. Now note:

This mark does not necessarily appear on you where it does on them, and it will be in miniature. This is helpful for people like Drew who have a dozen + marks.

These are not necessarily mutual, though by vast majority they are. Friendships, for example, being reliably close, but "work friends" are not necessarily mutually close.

Some people are far more prone than others to accumulating marks, and some are more inclined to gain them all over their body in comparison to one place.

Secondaries can be romantic or platonic; there is no way to know which is which - soulmarks are not defined by anything but love.

Secondaries don't require any taking a week, and don't offer the perks of Primaries, they're just there as proof of the people you feel closest to.

Secondaries, unlike primaries, can fade, vanish, or be replaced as your feelings change over time. This is therefore considered natural and normalizes the value of relationships in the moment over the course of a lifetime.

In Conclusion

And that's a wrap on the 101 of the Soulmarks!Verse. Now of course, something that would become such a huge part of society, and it's not a stretch to say it would change the world of FF7 as we know it. Old, not-dead faces in the Science Department, new Reactor protocol, new alliances and family ties and boogeymen that have slipped off to Reactor 00 oh my.

This will, of course, be covered in a later post; I think this one's long enough lol. Feel free to borrow the verse or the soulmate rules for something else! Just let me know. I want to seeeee.

#soulmates #waltzing through time #my work #worldbuilding #feel free to borrow just let me know!

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breezeinmonochromenight · 3 months

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Genesis got stuck in a glue trap :(

Plot twist.

#anonymous #if that even is you real name #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 shitposting #genesis rhapsodos does what he wants

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prismaticpichu · 1 year

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Zack, but he got obsessed with Loveless as a kid for inspiration to become a hero and gets adopted by Genesis instead of Angeal?

Oh no… sound the alarm bells, take COVER. It’s the accursed Bible of the FF7 world.

So one day baby Zack is in Gongaga’s local library and stumbles across some shiny red book. This isn’t Toogle the Rainbow Moogle??? What! He better return this to the grown up section before it’s missed!

Jusssst after a quick peek. He does like the color red.

Oops.

Zack has been indoctrinated, from head to toe. He can’t put the book down. Ofc most of it is complete gibberish… but HEROES??? He wants to be a hero now! He wants to find the gift of the goddess! Yaayyyy *exhaustingly throws away maracas*

Fast forward to ShinRa, and 13yo Zack is sitting in the cafeteria eating chicken tenders and reading Loveless. He can recite the whole book by memory now, but who cares? There may be critical details he may have missed—

“The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.” (I’m not snorting)

Zack’s head shoots up, and there’s Commander Rhapsodos looking over his shoulder. In absolute AWE. No one… not ONE skunk in this entire building has ever dared to open up Loveless.

Boom! Instant friendship. Genesis comes waltzing into Angeal’s apartment to show off his new apprentice (and ofc to prove that NO, he is no longer a single lonely crumb enjoying fine literature.)

“But Genesis,” Angeal is a little stunned, “I thought you said that Third Classes were just germ-infested earthworms eating—“

“Forget what I said, Angeal! This here is my student and he is mine now. I have christened him ‘the Doberman’ because of his black hair.”

“I don’t think naming people after dogs is very polite.”

“SHUT UP, SEPHIROTH.”

Genesis takes Zack by the wrist and they head out.

Fast forward. Zack & Genesis get SO busy talking about Loveless that they forget all about being SOLDIERs. There’s hardly any time for sparring. There’s only BOOK. Why can’t Angeal & Sephiroth just see that??? Those uncultured SWINES.

“No, you two! I have no interest in sparring atop a Junon Cannon simulation today. Run along now.”

Sephiroth watches him stroll away and frowns. “We lost Genesis to a book.”

Angeal sighs. “Yeah… it happens.”

Zack & Genesis’s #1 favorite thing to do is to discuss their interpretations of the play, especially musing about what the 5th act may entail.

“I have to be the hero!” Genesis declares. “I must triumph. I will dethrone Sephiroth as Gaia’s hero and FIND THE GIFT OF THE GODDESS.”

“But Genesis,” Zack squeaks. “We haven’t gone on a mission in 4 months. Didn’t you see Lazard revoke your status?”

Genesis glances down, seeing himself lacking his First Class belt. His pants are quite loose.

“Oy Shiva…”

“Y’know,” Zack continues, “I don’t think there is this ‘gift of the goddess’ anyway. Maybe the gift is something inside of us. Something that’s been inside of us all along!” He gestures to his heart. “Maybe… maybe we’re all heroes inside. We don’t have to prove ourselves in some big military organization and compare ourselves to others. We can be heroes in our own way!”

Genesis thinks about this, long and deep.

“How about we just resign and join a book club?”

“Sure.”

~~~~

I think my blood sugar has gotten dangerously low~

#crisis core #zack fair #genesis rhapsodos #ugh that BOOK #ffvii #randomness #word barf #no wings! we’re wingless here #only good endings

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