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Their Fav Positions (just my personal hcs)
genre: smut
pairings- Rude, Reno, Tseng, Rufus Shinra x Fem! reader (separate)
NSFW WARNING:
contains- multiple sex positions, shower sex, pussy eating, edging, overstimulation, a bit of man handling 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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Rude the ‘stand and deliver’ position. He loves looking at your pleasured face, more than you know, but he gets self conscious about his own expressions. Rude prefers to keep his cool and collected demeanor. He gets embarrassed about being vocal so he tries to hold it back as much as possible, and with you bent over in front of him it makes it so you can’t see his scrunched up face as he stuffs you full. Holding your arms back to keep you standing when your knees start to give out from his hard and powerful thrusts. It gives him a sense of control, knowing that you need him to hold you. Knowing he makes you that weak. Plus, he just adores your ass. And once he gets really close to finishing, he tries to throw in a bit of dirty talk for you. His deep baritone of a voice coming out in a low growl, “Such a needy little thing, can’t even stand on your own.”
“That’s my girl, cum on my cock.”
“I’m not done with you yet. Stay with me, baby. Gonna fill you to the brim.”
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Reno isn’t particularly picky, but he loves starting by eating you out. He can’t explain why it gets him going so much, but it does every time without fail. Hearing your pretty whines and cries as he messily smacks and slurps up your drooling pussy. The way your thighs clench around his head, hand tangled in his red locks. The taste of you alone makes him feel feral. His arousal unbearable and seeking release, he can’t keep his hands off. Slowly fucking into his palm while his tongue explores every fold and corner of your cunt. It doesn’t take long for him to get close, the way you writhe and squirm. But he feels a need for you to finish together as one. Quickly rising to your level, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and turning you on your side. It gives the perfect angle for both of you. Bullying his cock into your depths he whimpers and groans like he’s losing himself. Your walls flutter against him as you start to reach climax. But then he stops, right before you’re about to burst.
“hold it. just a bit longer.”
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Tseng ‘the upstanding citizen’ position. Especially in the shower. Hooking his arms under your thighs, pinning you up to the shower wall, your tits resting against his chest. He loves everything about this position. Especially being able to look into your eyes while he fucks you silly. It’s adorable the way you cling onto him when he plunges into your tight entrance, your bodies both drenched and dripping water.
“I was looking forward to this all day at work,” he breathes, leaning in towards your face. “i missed you.” his head cocks to the side so you don’t bump noses, his lips finding yours. it’s rare for tseng to actually say and do affectionate things like that, but when he’s feeling this good, he doesn’t care how vulnerable he’s being, his true feelings just spill out. His breathy moans fill your mouth, as well as his tongue as it tangles with yours. The kiss grows more and more sloppy and heated as he feels his climax rapidly approaching. Letting out a soft cry of pleasure when it hits, cum spurting deep inside you, he stuffs it in as much as he can. But he can’t keep up for long in his weaker state, setting you down so he doesn’t drop you. His seed spills down your thighs and onto the shower floor. Another reason he loves shower sex, easy clean up.
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Rufus ‘the love seat’ position. With your back to his chest, you on his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed, he loves the control. He bounces you on his cock, repeatedly ramming into your cervix and groaning into the crook of your neck. Leaving love bites and kisses wherever he can reach. His arms wrapped around your waist, hand greedily rubbing at your clit regardless of you just cumming.
“C’mon, you can take it.” he coos.
“Be a good girl for me.”
“just endure, don’t cry sweetheart.”
He loves the way you tremble and squirm in his grasp, his overstimulation unwavering. He wouldn’t stop until you begged him to. Until you absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. He was aware of your limitations and wouldn’t disrespect you by exceeding them. Though he struggled to express it, he loved you far too much to do that.
#headcanon#ffvii#ffvii x reader#turks x reader#reno x reader#reno smut#rude x reader#tseng x reader#rufus shinra x reader#ff7#final fantasy x reader#final fantasy series#final fantasy 7#final fantasy#final fantasy vii#reno of the turks#tseng of the turks#tseng ff7#rude of the turks#rude ff7#rude ffvii#rufus shinra#rufus shinra ff7#fanfiction#smut#fem reader
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Part fifty-eight of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.
Ao3 link.
Previous parts: forty-seven forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-fix, fifty-seven
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The first day with Tseng as his babysitter begins easily enough. They have breakfast, they have tea, Tseng has impeccable manners, and even compliments the tea… There's no weird comments, no pointed looks, and when Sephiroth gets ready to train, Tseng says nothing, just follows him outside to watch.
And then he watches. He watches Sephiroth very closely. He watches every movement like he's looking for flaws. Sephiroth feels like he's being graded, like this is a test and every move he makes is being scored on a damn point scale!
Who could concentrate on cultivation like this?!
"Do you have to?" Sephiroth asks irritably.
"I am not doing anything," Tseng says mildly as if he's not just standing there, staring.
Giving him an unimpressed look, Sephiroth rests one hand on his hip. "Reno and Rude managed to observe without being in my face about it - can't you do the same?"
"If the result is the same, why does it matter which way I go about my observation?" Tseng asks. "I will still be observing, and you will still be aware of it."
"Yeah, but I wouldn't have to see your face doing it," Sephiroth says, annoyed.
"Inability to handle public pressure seems an odd quality for someone so… famous."
The guy is actually trying to piss him off. Sephiroth realises this with a mixture of incredulity and awe. Tseng is actually trying to make him, Sephiroth, the Big Bad with one psychotic episode already behind him, lose his temper. Does the guy have no survival instincts, or is this some kind of test?
Probably a test. The Turks are far too practical for it to be the other thing. And that makes it a little less annoying and far more worrisome.
"What do you want, Tseng?" Sephiroth asks slowly. "Do you want me to lose control?"
Tseng blinks at him, his face like a fine-featured mask. "Are you going to?"
Annoying. "Keep this up and I might."
"Very well," Tseng says and fucking settles down to wait.
Sephiroth suppresses the urge to tap his foot at the man and instead takes a step back mentally. It's another manipulation tactic, and it's not even subtle. Tseng is doing some corporate middle manager psychology bullshit, establishing authority through perceived roles in the corporate ladder.
I'm the observer and the judge. You are on trial. Now perform for me.
Ugh, it gives him the worst kind of flashbacks for Shen Yuan's family life. Did not miss that part of it one bit! But now that he knows what's up…
Sephiroth smiles at Tseng - who of course doesn't so much as blink in return, but Sephiroth can sense how he goes on guard.
You want to play office politics, sir? You picked the wrong Peak Lord.
"Very well," Sephiroth says pleasantly. "Then you can help me with this."
That makes Tseng actually react. "I'm sorry?"
"Your job here isn't just to observe me, is it? It's also to get me back to my duties promptly, right?" Sephiroth says and smiles a little wider. "That will occur much faster with your help."
Tseng hesitates, clearly sensing the trap.
"Unless you want my report to eventually include a section explaining how I could've, surely, returned to work faster, if only I had the cooperation of my coworker."
Tseng's eyes are narrow. "We are not coworkers."
"We work for the same company, don't we? In different branches, perhaps, but still within the same corporate structure - within the same department, even. Ultimately, aren't our goals within Shinra the same?" Sephiroth purrs, putting all his smug villainy into it. "Surely we should be working together."
Now, Tseng could still decline. If this was your usual corporate politics, maybe he would've. But there's not much Tseng can actually gain in the attempt of putting Sephiroth down, seeing as they really are in very different fields within the company. So there's a different motive for his posturing. Question is, when given different avenues to pursue, which will tilt the scales? The original goal, whatever it was, or a new opportunity and all its potential gains?
What's the worth of an indebted Sephiroth to Tseng?
"Very well," Tseng finally says and steps forward, adjusting his gloves as he does. He's suspicious, more so than before, but there's a crack, an opening, in his hard outer shell. "What can I do for you?"
Sephiroth smiles a little wider. Seems like what his Da-ge used to say is true after all. Ultimately, all successful company men are opportunists.
"Tell me, Tseng - do you use Materia?" Sephiroth asks.
"... I do, yes," Tseng says slowly. "Though I wouldn't call myself an expert, especially in the face of a SOLDIER."
Well, isn't that a surprise. Humility. "Do you have any you particularly favour?" Sephiroth asks interestedly.
Tseng hesitates, just looking at him for a moment. "I tend to carry at least a Sense and a Barrier with me."
Information and defence. "Fitting," Sephiroth hums, looking him up and down. "Using Materia, you have a pool of MP," he says. "Correct?"
"... Yes, obviously I do," Tseng agrees slowly, even more on edge now. "What of it?"
Sephiroth's eyes wander up his face - and to the red dot adorning the space between his brows.
In PIDW many cultivators marked their upper dantian. Shen Qingqiu did too, when he felt like it, with a little red line. It was where Luo Binghe's Demon Seal rested too, marking his connection and curse from the heavens. What such markings mean tends to vary with the setting and what rules, traditions and myths were in play. But usually they mark someone as especially enlightened.
Why Tseng has a mark on his forehead, Sephiroth has no idea. He's pretty sure it wasn't ever fully explained or explored, like a lot of other things about Wutai. It's very clearly deliberately applied, and it means something.
Sephiroth hums to himself, as the Turk braces himself for a battle he doesn't even know is already over.
"Tell me, Tseng," he says and smiles, "Do you know where the MP resides in your body?"
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Get Shizun'd, part two.
This was brought to you by fever and a good nap.
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Chasing Shadows chapter 1 has been posted! I consider this chapter as more of a prologue, since it eases us back into the characters, plot, and the story so far.
Enjoy! 💐
➡️Fandom: FF7
➡️Rating: T
➡️Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/140194330#work_endnotes
➡️FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14347954/1/Chasing-Shadows
#writing#fanfic#ao3#author#ao3 fanfic#cloud strife#ff7 fanfic#ff7 fanfiction#cloti#ff7r#zerith#cissnei#zack x aerith#ff7 remake#ff7#final fantasy vii remake#final fantasy 7#final fantasy rebirth#cloud x tifa#cissnei x kunsel#reno x rude#tseng x elena#fanfic writing#fanfics#fanfiction#archive of our own#ao3 writer
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Every day, Genesis dies before Sephiroth's eyes.
And every day, Sephiroth kills him.
#sephiroth#ffvii#ff7#crisis core#genesis rhapsodos#hojo#jenova#angeal hewley#fanfiction#ao3#angst#final fantasy 7#sephcanons#lazard deusericus#tseng of the turks#crisis core reunion#genesis clones#drama
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Making Bets With the Devil
I'm feeling spicy and I'm posting the first chapter despite having only written half the fic. This is my year of choosing chaos I suppose.
#el writes#ff7 fanfiction#final fantasy vii fanfiction#reeve tuesti#rufus shinra#tseng#reeve tuesti/rufus shinra#rufus shinra/reeve tuesti#reeru#reeve/rufus#rufus/reeve#my stuff
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I wrote this at midnight and now I have too many ideas…
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56237539/chapters/142867486
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Fic preview.
“Yeah fair.” Reno agreed. “And whose gonna be mad that you killed someone so inconsequential to the company?” Tseng nodded.
“I might just get exiled instead of killed.”
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I just wrote this and I had to stop and realise I love Tseng-Reno friendship/working dynamic.
I hope to have this fic finished tomorrow night (Aus time) but might be Monday/Tuesday depending.
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Just some random thoughts about married SephTi:
I had a revelation at 3am about married Sephiroth and Tifa (not sure where it came from) reading FanFiction about themselves. Sephiroth comes home to find Tifa engrossed in her phone. She acknowledges him and speaks to him but she is glued to her phone. He wonders how he should feel if he finds out that she's watching porn so he decided to ask trying to be funny.
Sephiroth: Hey, hon. Watching porn?
Tifa (responses without looking up): No, reading it.
Sephiroth: Pardon?
Tifa: I'm reading it.
Sephiroth: Reading it. Huh. Not sure how to respond to that. Is it any good?
Tifa: Totally. Especially how Genesis have you going speechless. Oh and Angeal eventually joins the fun
Sephiroth: Excuse me?! What kind of trash are you reading?
Sephiroth snatches her phone and reads the smutty yaoi fanfiction. His face scrunches and tosses the phone back to her. Tifa stifles a laugh.
Sephiroth: FanFiction. Should've known. Shouldn't be reading trash like that. Where did you find that?
Tifa: I heard a few talk about it and I was just curious.
Sephiroth: If you were so curious, you should've came straight to the source. I would've indulged my lovely wife. Besides, if you had such time for idleness, you can go to the training room with me. I'll be more than happy to give you a workout, Mrs. Lockhart. And stop hanging out with Zack and Genesis. They're corrupting you.
Tifa: Oh? Is that so, Mr. Lockhart.
Sephiroth approaches Tifa and kisses her before sitting down behind her on the couch.
Sephiroth: Who wrote that garbage anyway?
Tifa: Your devoted Fanclub members and a few underground students/cadets.
Sephiroth (sighs): Figures. Just so you know Mrs. Lockhart, there's a few out there about you too.
Tifa: Noo? What? Where?
Sephiroth grins widely. He takes her phone and types then hands it back to her. She reads and peruses a few FanArts.
Tifa: What? Oh my God? Wait, that's actually a really great picture of me. Hey! My boobs aren't that big?!
Sephiroth laughs.
Sephiroth: What's wrong, my dear? Didn't like what you found? Maybe you shouldn't have opened Pandora's box.
Tifa: How did you know about this?
Sephiroth: Not important. More importantly, if you're going to indulge in trash like that, you might as well read the good ones.
Tifa: What do you mean?
He asks for her phone again. She hands it to him. He types and hands it back to her. She reads a FanFiction about them.
Tifa: What is this?
Sephiroth: Apparently, we have a fan.
Tifa: What do you mean?
Sephiroth: Read their pen name.
It reads "Number1F@n".
Tifa: Do you know who it is?
Sephiroth: I do not. But apparently, they're someone close enough to get an inside scoop.
Tifa: What do you mean?
Sephiroth: Go to Volume 2, Chapter 23, 5th paragraph. The way the Hero proposed to the Heroine sounds very familiar don't you think? Sounds a little too close to home?
Tifa: The only ones who know are Angeal, Genesis, Zack, Barrett, and a select few who I know wouldn't say anything. I did tell Cissnei but she wouldn't dare write about it.
Sephiroth: Hmm. Anyway, you should give it a read. You have some catching up to do. There's already 3 Volumes. I'm currently on the 3rd.
Tifa: 3 Volumes?! How?! What?!
Sephiroth: Mmm-hmm. It's very good and very detailed. It even has our little tiffs in there. Oh and apparently you're cheating on me with Angeal.
Tifa (stifles laughter): What?!
Sephiroth: Yeah. Don't worry, I told him that I would castrate him and set Meteor down on him if he ever thinks about touching you. He said he wouldn't have expected any less. Though there are some scenes I would love to recreate with you, Mrs. Lockhart.
Tifa: Oh?
Sephiroth: Mmm-hmm. Let me know when you get to Chapter 18. You really should get to reading.
Tifa: When did you have time to read this?
Sephiroth: Only once in a blue moon.
Flashbacks to a few instances of Sephiroth reading on the train en route to a mission, in his office where he's thought to be reading mission reports, during Hojo's scientific ramblings, during Lazard's meeting, while hanging out with Genesis and Angeal, on the couch with Tifa asleep on him, etc.
In the meanwhile, on the other side of Shinra HQ:
Tseng types on his laptop. He's currently working on Volume 4 under his pen name "Number1F@n". Satisfied with the end of his chapter, he closes his laptop for the night and decides to call it a night.
#ff7#finalfantasyvii#sephiroth#tifa lockhart#sephti#sephiroth x tifa#sephti reads their own fanfiction#married life#tseng of the turks#tseng#tseng is their number one fan
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Tserith Week Day 2 - Eyes On Me
FF7 Fic
Rating: T
Words: 837
Ghosts and Haunting
He felt her eyes on the back of his head sometimes.
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She teased him about his duty, sometimes, though he supposed that was the only way she could get her kicks. Pursued to every grimy corner of Midgar’s underplate by either his or his Turks’ eyes, there was not much she could do except tease. A glance at his watch would earn him a tut-tut and a cheeky “Eyes on me, remember?” from the Ancient. Most times his response was a frown or an exasperated sigh. Sometimes he gave her the thinly veiled threat that even if she had plans to leave his line of sight, she wouldn’t get far. That would earn him a tongue, or on her bad days, cold silence.
He wondered how she felt now.
Read More on AO3...
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[fic] White Lies
fandom: final fantasy vii
characters: rufus, tseng (mild rufus/tseng)
genre: drama
warnings: language, implied/referenced drug use, racial trauma
Truth is, Tseng never expected to be powerful. And that’s neither good nor bad; it just is. He’s an immigrant. He came here with no skills and less money. He’s mostly strangled the accent out of his common, but a bad phoneme punches through every now and then. He can’t put his whole back into a lie, like the suits on the acropolis, nor does he think he’s built for pushing drugs or turning tricks in the slums. Pretty much every circumstance is against him.
But that’s all background noise. There's an idiom he's always liked, along with the ones about broken mirrors and tossing bricks to attract jade. It goes: don't curse the rain when you can find an umbrella instead.
i: mako city blues | ii: plate thunder | iii: geometries
#final fantasy 7#ffvii#final fantasy vii#ff7r#rufus shinra#tseng#rufus/tseng#tsengru#fanfiction#rancid boys#fanart
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come to me in the night hours
Day 1: Beginnings
[SephirothWeek] [Master Post]
Word count: 2093 words.
Content Notes: Kissing and sexual attraction.
Characters: Sephiroth, Tseng.
Soundtrack: "Tactile," by Mesh. (Not a perfect match, but man the vibe was what I wanted.)
Summary: Tseng invites Sephiroth over for dinner.
Sephiroth was just opening the door to Genesis' apartment when he heard the elevator ding. He looked up to see Tseng, of all people, stepping off, his attention on an open file in his hand instead of on the floor around him, and Sephiroth stilled, watching him for the moment. Tseng took three steps— just far enough for the elevator doors to close behind him, really— and then he looked up to meet Sephiroth's gaze.
For a moment, they were both still, standing there, studying each other.
Tseng then glanced around himself, as though just noticing what floor he'd stepped off on, and Sephiroth watched the calculation in those dark eyes before Tseng finally said, "Good evening, General."
"Tseng," Sephiroth murmured. He turned, pulling the door shut as he did so. He didn't need Genesis' cat escaping into the hallway and deciding Tseng was someone she needed to climb. "Lose your way?"
( Posted on AO3 )
#Sephiroth#Tseng of the Turks#FF7#Sephirothweek#Final fantasy vii#fanfiction#SephTseng#Sephiroth/Tseng#Tseng/Sephiroth#oh I didn't think I'd get this finished in time#BUT HERE IT IS
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Clockwork Soldiers
Following Meteor and the Remnants, the Turks struggle to find a foothold in a bleak new city. When lines blur between old enemies and new friends, Reno finds himself headed for trouble, past secrets threaten to tear the Turks apart, and all the while, danger simmers on the horizon...
Ratings/Warnings/Tags under the cut.
#Reno/Tifa#Reno x Tifa#ReTi#Tseng/Elena#Tselena#Tseng x Elena#FFVII Fanfiction#Fanfiction#The Turks#Clockwork Soldiers Fic
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Part sixty-one of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.
Ao3 link.
Previous parts: fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty
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"There, wasn't that so much faster?"
If looks could kill, Tseng's answering glare would've had him six feet under. He doesn't object, though, and Sephiroth grins smugly. He knows might've given the Turk a perfect opportunity to observe his new abilities and that might come back to bite him in the ass, but Sephiroth doesn't care anymore.
He's already fucked everything up! He's killed the protagonist! Maybe! Possibly!
Though true enough, Final Fantasy VII has a weird relationship with mental illness and death and coming back from both, so brain dead is probably nowhere near permanent - but then again, it might be a gateway to who knows what kinds of shenanigans. Especially where Cloud Strife is concerned! The guy was mind controlled left and right, literally swam through the Planet, came out with a major case of broken brain, had someone go into said brain, and recovered! Like. Cultivators could go through some weird stuff too, but that is really something else together!
And the worst thing is, Sephiroth doesn't know how reliant this world is on its protagonists. Back in PIDW, if something happened to Luo Binghe, it might've very well led to Game Over for the rest of them. It definitely would've been Game Over for Shen Qingqiu! Their Protagonist was literally the lynchpin holding everything together. What if Cloud Strife is the same?
And what if Sephiroth's sloppy approach to transmigration this time led to his death?
So, yeah. He doesn't really care about what he reveals. Between accidentally leading to Protagonist's death and becoming the Big Planet-Killing Bad, he's probably got some leeway here. He's already OOC, he already messed stuff up. Who cares!
Plus… Tseng's face was really funny.
Tseng adjusts the front of his suit jacket, giving him the side-eye. "Faster, maybe. Necessary…?"
"It was very necessary. There's barely a signal at the house!" Sephiroth says innocently and brings out his phone, opening it with a decisive snap. "You can send messages, sure, but to make calls? Besides, you're the one who insisted on tagging along."
Tseng gives him a bitchy face. "I appreciate your accommodation for my wishes, then," he says acerbically. His tone suggests he wouldn't be insisting again.
Sephiroth grins and then turns his attention to his phone. Genesis' number is the third on speed dial, after Mission Office and Angeal.
He answers on the third ring.
"Someone had better be dying," Genesis groans, voice sleep-rough and stretched by a yawn.
Oh, oops, time zones. "Ah, Genesis, did I wake you?" Sephiroth asks, wincing, and turns to walk away from Tseng, following the mountainside and keeping to the clear, where he knows the connection works.
"Sephiroth," Genesis answers, and nothing else. Oh dear, he's really not happy.
Leaning his head back to look at the sky as he walks and hoping he wouldn't be paying for this later, Sephiroth clears his throat. "I'll, uh, just get to the point, shall I? You know about the new injection trials?"
"Yes," and again nothing else. Sephiroth is on very thin ice, it seems.
Walking away from Tseng is more for his peace of mind than anything - he's pretty sure Tseng is wiretapping him somehow. Still, he checks back to make sure there's some distance in between before speaking.
"There's one candidate that went brain dead," Sephiroth says, and looks away. "I need to know what you know about him."
Genesis is quiet for a long moment before a sigh sounds through the connection, and then there's a sound of bed frame cracking and a heavy breath as Genesis stands up. "Hang on a moment."
Sephiroth waits, biting his lower lip, watching the clouds drift over the forests below.
"Cloud Strife, fourteen years of age, originally from a little town called Nibelheim on the middle continent," Genesis says, accompanied by the sound of papers rustling. "He signed up for the SOLDIER candidate trials a little under a month ago and was pulled into the new project five days ago. He got two injections, both on the same day, and flatlined almost immediately after the second one," Genesis trails away. "They managed to rez him, but by then the oxygen deprivation wreaked havoc on his brain. He'd been on life support in a Mako tank since."
Sephiroth falls to sit on a rocky outcropping sticking out of the mountainside. "Shit."
"Mmhmm," Genesis says. "Hard to say who has it worse, him or the ones who have fallen. You do know that this mess has already led to deaths, right?"
Well, now he's angry. "I know, I know," Sephiroth sighs, running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry."
"Tch," Genesis answers and there's a sound of papers being thrown. "Madness of the beasts leads to the corruption of good men. I'm guessing Strife has a chance of ending up like you, then?"
"... What?" Sephiroth asks.
"Oh, don't play coy, I'm far too tired," Genesis scoffs. "You got overdosed, flatlined and changed. The injection did something to you, gave you knowledge. Is the same going to happen to Strife? That's why Hojo is dragging it out keeping him alive, but if you think so too…"
Sephiroth clasps a hand over his chin. He hadn't even thought about it. Could it happen? Another transmigration, in style similar to his? PIDW had two transmigrators, but they were very different. Shang Qinghua began as a baby, Shen Qingqiu inherited a full life of an established scum villain.
If Cloud Strife died - which he might've already… does that make him open for transmigration? Who would transmigrate into him? Shang Qinghua was slated to die, just like Shen Qingqiu was, but… Airplane, in a Protagonist? Why would he?
Why had Sephiroth?
"I… don't know," Sephiroth admits. "I can't… deny the possibility."
"Damnation," Genesis sighs. "What should we expect?"
"I have no idea," Sephiroth says and looks up. It could be anyone - or might not even be someone he knows! It could be someone from Earth!
"Well, that's just great," Genesis sighs. "Do you have any idea when, how, what we should look out for, anything?"
"Um," Sephiroth says and then shakes his head. "I think it might be best if I just come there."
"Oh, wonderful idea! That's just what this situation needs, you giving the scientists new ideas!" Genesis groans, muffled as though against a palm. "Just do me a favour: when you next lose it, feel free to finish Hojo off, alright?"
"I -"
Genesis hangs up on him.
… Rude.
Sephiroth lowers the phone, eyeing the scenery for a moment. Then he turns to his watchman who's pretending as if he didn't hear everything. "Oh, Tseng?"
"I don't know if i can arrange you a transport to Midgar at this short a notice," the Turk says, very bland and noncommittal. He's absolutely lying.
"Oh, you can't? I must've overestimated you Turks," Sephiroth says and jumps up to his feet, walking back over to him. "Isn't your job getting me back to Midgar as soon as possible?"
"Back to work, and only once we're sure you're not still unstable," Tseng says, wryly, giving him a very dubious look. "Something I'm still not so sure of."
"I had one mental breakdown, and I've been level since, haven't I?" Sephiroth cajoles him. "I promise I won't lose it again. And this will let you observe me more, in a different situation, reacting to stress!"
Tseng doesn't look convinced.
"I'm going to Midgar one way or another. At least like this you'll be in charge."
The Turk shakes his head. "I don't think that's a good enough reason to arrange intercontinental transport on a whim." Tseng says dryly. "If you feel fit for duty, I can certainly arrange some missions for you. Until further notice, you're stationed here."
Sephiroth gives him a look. "I'll fly under my own power if I have to," he threatens.
"Even over the ocean?" Tseng asks sarcastically, but pulls out his phone. "And what's your plan when you get to Midgar - walk up to Professor Hojo and just demand he releases a research specimen to you?"
"You know, that might not be a bad idea. Who knows, he might actually do it," Sephiroth says brightly and then, at Tseng's judgemental look, snorts. "I'm kidding. I'll think of something."
"... Very reassuring," Tseng shakes his head and punches in a number from memory. "You'll owe me, Sephiroth," he promises, putting the phone to his ear. "And don't think I didn't notice that you reacted to the name, rather than the status of this Cloud Strife."
Sephiroth smiles at him sweetly. "You're my favourite Turk, Tseng."
Tseng sighs, and gets him a flight to Midgar.
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You've heard of Liuber, now get ready for...
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Commissioned by @ po_0823
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응원 감사합니다!
It's a scene from a fanfiction.
#tserith#commission#ff7#final fantasy vii#tseng of the turks#aerith gainsborough#fanfiction illustration
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Last Line Challenge
RULES: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like.)
I was tagged by @getvalentined
Tseng doesn’t know if he’s the hollow being or the essence itself, searching longingly for a vessel to fill, to finally fulfill a kind of purpose in life he’s not been able to find in all the years he’s been in Midgar, the years he’s been with Shinra...perhaps ever.
this WIP is heavily inspired by one line in rebirth that could almost be considered insignificant but the implications...fucking inspiring (if you know, you know). i feel like everyone i know has been tagged already but here you go!!!
#tag game#ffvii#ff7#ffvii fanfiction#tseng of the turks#tseeve#wip#flames blossom moonlight shimmers
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Chapter 3 of Making Bets with the Devil is in the bag. Ended up being more like 5K in the end but I had a need for some Reeve and Tseng friendship dynamics. I ship the hell out of the two of —Look I have a LOT of Reeve ships.—the rest of the fandom is writing Cloud or Zack like he's the fandom bicycle and here I am with 5 different ships for Reeve rattling in my pockets like loose change.
But I digress, I also really love the idea of them having come up the ranks of Shinra around the same time and starting out with a baby friendship that changes over the years and inevitably becomes strained as Reeve is kinda strong-armed into playing the double agent role.
So this scene of them healing their friendship means a ridiculous amount to me. LOL
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