#ffvii fluff

Sephiroth x reader on a picnic date

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a smile threatens to creep up on sephiroth’s face; one full of mirth and content as he sees you lay a red and white checkered blanket down onto the grass. a soft exhale leaves his nose as he watches you fix an uneven corner before sitting down on the tarp, your legs splayed across the other end.

“come on, seph, sit!” you beckon. with the way you coo at him, he finds it hard to resist. it’s like his will is gone, instead a splotch on his heart in the shape of you.

he chuckles, “alright.”

it’s rare to find moments like these, to find places like these. slit pupils take in the sights; vibrant greens and trees alike encompassing the area, he watches as the sunlight bleeds through the gaps of the branches. he swear he can see a few small animals, too.

it feels nice though. homely. a word that sits oddly on his tongue, he’s not sure he could even say it out loud without it leaving a foreign, unfamiliar taste in his mouth.

sephiroth sits back on his haunches, hands intertwined in his lap politely as he hands you the woven basket. the way you open it makes him cock his head, a teasing simper splitting his lips. like a kid opening gifts for their birthday. you told him you had something planned for when he got back from the mission, he recalls. with being a SOLDIER, many other things come first — and yet, you stay. not for the shelter he could provide you or because he’s a first-class, but simply because you’re. . in love with him.

(a gloved hand comes to cover his mouth. he can’t say it, let alone think it, without letting a grin break free. it’s almost embarrassing, he thinks; a war hero gone domestic. he knows you’d disagree if he ever said it to you, though.)

he thinks about how you practically made him pinky promise to not look in the basket, now that you’re digging through it and pulling a few different things out; a couple of fruit skewers, salads, various proteins in containers. it’s a decent amount of food that he can’t help but eye amusedly once he sees you close the basket, neatly organizing all the boxes before you look back up at him.

you drum your fingers against your legs, looking away as the silence bridges between the two of you. the cooing and light chirps of various animals occasionally chiming in.

with your mouth parting and closing, sephiroth waits for you to speak, patiently, as he always has. your eyes flit back over to him.

“i know it’s probably not what you were expecting but,” you pause. he looks back down at the food. “i still hope we can have a nice time out here.”

sephiroth cuts in at the end of your sentence and grabs the plastic wrapped fruit from their holder, a triangle of watermelon.

you blink owlishly at him, watching as he uncovers it meticulously. the slice glistens in the sun, small black seeds underneath the coat of red before you see that he’s motioning that you get your own slice, as well.

“oh!” you exclaim, head whipping around to find the other pieces of fruit you had chopped up. it makes him titter behind his hand, before he reaches over to where he put the container and gently passes it to you. “here,” is all he says.

you nod with a quick, ‘thanks,’ and grab a piece of fruit alongside him, unfurling the plastic. he watches you with curious eyes, ones that glisten in the sun as well — they’re instead cool-toned and deep. you swear you can see a bit of mako swirling around in his irises, too.

sephiroth raises his slice and taps it against yours softly, watching as you smile at him with starlit eyes that crinkle at the corners.

he chuckles, “it’s perfect.”

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☽ Vincent Valentine x (Fem) Reader ☽

Note: This is not connected to the events from the game or the movie.

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It was this one night where Vincent locked himself in the room in this mansion that the group encountered during their travel. The others wondered what’s been bugging him. Cloud urged you and his friends not to bother him since Vincent wishes to be left alone. He hasn’t been communicating with the group as much, leading a heavy weight of concern towards a few people. Mostly, you. 

You’ve been quite close with Vincent ever since he decided to join the team. Out of all the people, he talks to you the most. Tifa couldn’t possibly help but notice the strong bond between you two. So did Cloud and the others. Yuffie, along with Barrett, took their advantage to tease Vincent, telling him that he likes you very much. Vincent gave a cold snicker towards them as his ears and scowling face were flushing red. He tried to shake it off by hiding the fact that he truly likes you. His fondness of you got him soft in a way. Despite his standoffish appearance and personality, Vincent slowly began to have a soft spot for you. 

All was going well between you two…

Your bond with him is stronger than ever…

….Until he grew aloof, distancing himself from you and the group…

Cloud and his friends just sat around the messy living room, having no clue on what to do since Vincent isn’t planning to come out and talk about what his issue is. You refused to stay still and do nothing so you got off the wooden chair and headed upstairs to speak to him. Cloud couldn’t find himself to stop you so he just let you go. Perhaps it’s because Cloud knows how much you care about Vincent.

You reached the room and curled your fingers into a fist, beating down a door with a few knocks, “Vincent?” you called out to him in a soft voice, a flow of worry colouring your face as you tried again, “Vincent? Vincent, is everything okay?” 

Through the locked door, you abruptly heard a painful growl. An angry, painful growl. Your body system began to tremble in fear, you pressed down your ear towards the wooden door wondering what that unusual sound was.

More growls were ringing up your ear, it sounded very stressful and tormenting. That’s when you realized that the sounds of pain were coming…from Vincent. “Vincent?!” You banged on the door in worry, panicking, “Vincent, what’s going on there?” 

Still not answering back to you, you were going to call him out one more time until you got suddenly smacked down to the ground with your head hitting against the creaky wooden surface as the door broke down with a brute force. A growling, furious sound of a beast rang through your cold ears, you sense his heavy breath crawling upon your pale skin. Your eyes became a blur to the image of something that you couldn’t make out of it. The heavy footsteps stomped aggressively towards the floor. Your eyes shuttered, hearing voices and gunshots as you just lied down there unconscious…

Right after the incident, you regained your consciousness and found yourself lying down on the couch with a thin blanket over you. You stuck your legs out and wandered around the place, knowing how it got all quiet. You figured out your friends ran after Vincent to chase him down. Your heart fueling with panic, you dashed out of the abandoned mansion in a swift motion, desperate to find Vincent before he could hurt anyone, “Vincent?! Vincent, where are you?!” 

You cried out his name, fear clouding through your thoughts causing you to have terrible visions of what might happen. You shook your head disapprovingly and tried to focus on finding Vincent. Throughout the woods, a roaring cry was heard from the left side of the place. You rushed to the other path and stopped by the lake, your entire body system froze when you saw him…in his beast form… 

There on the solid-hard ground lay an unconscious Cloud, Tifa and Barret. Others were in the same messy state as them. Your whole group of friends must have tried to calm Vincent down. Instead, they all got attacked viciously in return by Vincent in his beast form that he struggled to keep in check throughout all these years. Sensing the beastly eyes locked on you, you lifted your head and looked at him grimily, “Vincent..” 

He growled in response, his sharp claws clenching. A moonlit pearl light shining on the horns that reminded you of a devil. “Vincent…darling…it’s alright..” you reassured him, walking calmly in his direction. Trying your hardest not to give him any fright. Although he doesn’t appear to be too afraid when you approach him without fear. 

“Vincent…” 

As you walked deeply close to him, he began to crawl away from you. Worrying that he might wound you just like what he did to Cloud and others. He shrieked which sounded like a cry for help. Vincent felt trapped somehow, feeling that nobody wanted to save him. You can save him because…you’re the only one that can…

Given how much you truly care for him…

You stuck your hand out with a shattering-broken smile, hoping that Vincent would come to you peacefully without causing any harm, “I want to help you, Vincent. Please…come back to me…” praying that your words would reach him, to hope that he would return to you. A beastly Vincent crawled his way towards you and raised his claws to reach you. You thought he would transform back to his normal self. All went downhill when Vincent spiraled out of control, he almost clawed your body but you managed to evade his aggressive attack by cartwheeling away in a safe distance. 

“Vincent!”

He had his claws slammed on his head, shaking out of pain and suffering. Wailing as if he fell into a pit of hell. Vincent dropped to his knees, his claws digging into the dirt. You couldn’t care less about him hurting you so you ran to him, dropped to your knees to have your small arms around him. Embracing him in his beastly form, “It’s alright, Vincent…I’m here…” 

A strange red thundery aura surrounded him, you felt him transforming back to his original self. His red cloak touching your clothing, your fingers weaving through his black spikey hair. You held him tight as close as possible.  As you were doing that, you heard a mumble across his lips. Loud enough for you to hear, “I’m…I’m sorry, (Y/n)...I..”

“Shhh…it’s alright, Vincent.” you caressed down his hair gently while comforting him in your arms with his head buried into your chest, “I know you didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Cloud and the others had finally recovered thanks to your healing powers. Although you’re not the leader of the team, you commanded them to rest at the inn. Even Vincent too. So they listened to you and rested in their own separate rooms. Sadly, there was no coffin for Vincent. The inn couldn’t provide one for him. However, Vincent doesn’t seem too bothered by this problem. 

With your friends resting for one night at the inn, you opened the window to let the wind of fresh air flow into the room. You felt much better, finding it easy to breathe now. You decided to sit at the end of the bed, thinking about that moment in the forest with Vincent when he was out of control. You wondered if you had crossed the line by overstepping his boundaries. Vincent was never the type of person to accept comfort from anyone. When you had your arms wrapped around Vincent while trying to console him, he didn’t forcefully push you away. It’s like he surrendered himself to you. It was very unusual of him. ‘Is it just me or…am I overstepping his boundaries?’ you asked yourself through that mind of yours. 

A sudden knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts, wondering who it would be at this time. You headed over to unlock the door, your face flourishing in a colour of surprise to see him appear outside the room you’re in, “V-Vincent..

“May I come in?” 

You gave him a nod, widening the door as he entered the room. You closed the door quietly before locking it. “What brings you here, Vincent?” Could it be that he wants to talk to you about what happened in the woods, you wonder?

“I…” Vincent lifted his head to look at you, “I wanted to see you…” it came out unexpectedly, his words sent your heart racing, “Oh, I see…” You sat back down on the bed, patting down the spotless space for Vincent to come and sit down with you. Vincent walked over to take a seat on the bed, you realized how close he was to you. 

A silence closed in between you two, making things more awkward as you both had no clue what to say to each other. You felt your stomach swarming with butterflies, starting to feel nervous with Vincent around. “(Y/n).” He began to speak, “I wanted to talk about…what happened in the woods…”

“O-oh…” You lowered your head to face the floor, the weight of nervousness dragging onto you, “I’m sorry…” 

Vincent cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out why you’re apologizing, “Whatever for…?” 

You gave him a worrying expression, “I didn’t mean to cross the line and overstepped your boundaries when I…when I held you in arms..” you continued on, “You were suffering…I wanted to comfort you…I wanted to help you. I feel like…I went ahead of myself somehow. I know you don’t easily accept comfort from anyone and I-” Vincent shushed you by spooning you into his arms that caught you off guard, “You didn’t do anything wrong, (Y/n). In fact, you saved me somehow. Your comfort helped me in some way.” 

You clasped his arms and pulled away for a moment, “I..did?” 

“There’s another…thing I want to talk about, (Y/n)..” 

You tilted your head with an indication of curiosity, “And that…?” 

Vincent surprisingly made his move on you, pressing down his lips onto yours. He pulled you close to deepen the kiss. A flood of warm emotions came crashing down, you had no urge to pull away from him as you were too lost in this moment. You snaked your arms around his back, pulling him closer to you. Vincent moved his head away for a moment to lock his gazing eyes on you, his thumb caressing your reddened flushing cheek, “I truly like you, (Y/n)...a lot. I don’t know how this happened but…you changed my heart.” he carried on, “I never usually like to get close to people. I don’t easily develop feelings for anyone…until you appear in my life.” 

“Vincent..” 

“From now on, I don’t want you to go anywhere without me, in this world and in the next life. I hope for you to choose me, in this world and in the next life.” He inched in close, “But that’s if only you truly want to or not…” 

A fall of tears dripped down to your cheeks, you buried yourself into him as you held him in a heartfelt embrace, “Oh Vincent…I feel the same. I wish to be with you. In this world and into the next life.” 

a/n - I wanted to tear up so badly after writing down that part for the ending! ૮꒰ ˃̣̣̥ ◠ ˂̣̣̥ ꒱ა It's just so touching and very heartwarming. I truly do apologize for the way I wrote Vincent on here, honestly I feel like I made him a bit OOC on this fanfic I wrote (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝)

I have a lot of love for my beloved Vincent. Literally I wasn't a huge fan of him at first for some reason and I know so little about him. Once Rebirth came out, everything changed when I started to fell in love with Vincent Valentine. It all happened so quickly, I got to know about his past, what he was before and everything. His past was so tragic and heart-breaking! (˃̣̣̥△˂̣̣̥)💔 I never knew the stuff he had to go through, that's when I understood the reason why he always look so cold and unapproachable. Now I never played DoC before but I have seen a few clips of it and I read the plot online.

Vincent is one of the most badass characters that I ever fell in love with, his design is incredibly unique (Both original and the remake). Honestly, everything about him is unique <3

I'm so sorry for the long ass text about how much I adore Vincent Valentine, I just need it to get it out of my system. I can't stop thinking about him, it's driving me insane.

✧˖° ended up doing second prompt just because i had an idea for it lol

sephiroth is cool — not just in the way that he’s admired by his peers and fans across midgar ( even though he totally is ), but even his hands, coursing through your hair as he keeps his lips locked on yours is cool. compared to the warmth of your body heat, his is a deep contrast that only washes over you in small sheens waves of fluster as his hands will gently find you once more.

sephiroth doesn’t necessarily, ‘make out’. he’ll kiss you, and he’ll let his feelings envelop him ( something he’s awfully foreign to ) while he allows himself to melt into you.

you can pull an occasional hum from him once you brush your fingers against his sharp jaw, feeling along the chiseled bone behind the soft flesh of skin that decorated him. tilting his head, his eyelashes flutter as you connect again — lips locking as his teeth softly latch onto your bottom lip.

it almost feels too careful, the way he’s so gentle with his touch. despite his inexperience, it almost feels like you’re the one who doesn’t know what they’re doing. his eyes, so piercing as you watch the swirls of azure mako flow within them at the small breaks ( really, only a second or so before you lock lips again ) you two take in between kisses. they tease in a certain way words can’t.

and after a moment, your lips falter — the pace slowing down into a smooth andante as you lean back onto the bed, the only place sephiroth claims he feels comfortable enough to have you. you can’t blame him, though. with how much his personal life is on display, you don’t mind having some alone time exclusive to yourselves.

“growing tired already, are we?” he murmurs against your lips, evoking a small hum of affirmation from you. your hands find their way into his hair, carding through the silkiness that you always beg him to teach you about, knowing he’ll merely shake his head and scoff; claiming he’ll show you another day.

you roll your eyes as you hear him whisper, “your beauty is so blinding,” while he thumbs at a small mark on your cheek.

“such a sap.”

“possibly,” he interlocks his fingers with yours, pulling away after what felt like hours, finally taking the moment to gaze at you. your facial features; every pore and every lash, he admired it all. you were human, more human than he had ever felt. a true charitable being that he is reminded of with every beat of your pulse, throbbing against his own as he presses his hands up to yours.

his fingers, still cold, find their warmth when they’re with yours. something he always finds endearing.

“tired?” he chuckles at your drooped eyes, lashes barely fluttering as you try to manage to stay awake. your arms wrap around his shoulders, broad under his light shirt ( something you’re still not used to seeing him in, his SOLDIER attire becoming a second skin at this point ), as you pull him into you. “little bit,” you hoarse out, voice raspy from the lack of usage over the past few kisses.

and as he laughs, you pull him into one last kiss even though you both know it’ll end up lasting a little longer than you say it will. his low laughter fills the air as his hands cradle your face, ever so delicate. this is home, he thinks — and this is more human than ever before.

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✧˖° edit ; i just realized this said pre nibelheim cloud and i am so sorry i forgot that! i hope this is okay 😭

lazing in bed isn’t so bad, you think. looking up at the ceiling with only the distant ambience of sector 7’s slums outside your curtained window was almost a little soothing to you as you fell in and out of slumber. the lingering pain in your side hurt like hell though — considering you were practically thrown at a wall a day or two ago by one of shinra’s most frustrating creations: a sweeper.

the warm sheets pressed against your back wasn’t much help to the stinging sensation that burrowed into your midriff, only adding to the extensive warmth that was enveloping your body with cool waves of sweat periodically layering itself against your skin. your eyes flit along the darkness of the room, squiggly shapes appearing along your line of sight when you focus on them for too long.

you can’t bring yourself to shift any more along the mattress as you hear the familiar clicking of a doorknob. you assume it’s tifa from how gently the door is opened, maybe coming to bring you a fresh change of bandages or more water that you’d politely decline.

you’re grateful she had let you bunk in this odd room she keeps underneath the bar, a small room for sure, but nonetheless better than bleeding out in the street or in a stuffy medical hut.

but only when you hear the quiet call of your name do your eyes dart to the right, spotting a familiar silhouette of spiked hair and a large buster sword on their back. your ‘boyfriend’, cloud strife. seeing cloud was somehow both difficult and pleasing, an oxymoron in a world where everything felt too simplistic to function. you’re not quite sure why he proposed the idea of the title to you, especially when you guys weren’t technically . . dating.

perhaps another tactic that benefited him in this battle with both the assholes of society, shinra included. or perhaps he just somewhat liked the idea of calling you his girlfriend, although you decided to push that thought far down into the creases of your brain as he approaches you; heavy boots against wood as they made their way towards you.

“you’re still up?” he asks, a monotonous tone that almost sounds deafening against the quietude of the dark bedroom.

“mhm,” you hum, hands clasping as they place themselves on your stomach. he shuffles over to the edge of the bed, placing a small glass filled with water and a small plate of toast on the worn down circular night table next to the bed, the wood lowly creaking with the weight of the objects.

cloud presses his lips into a thin line as he tries to figure out what to say. surely, a ‘boyfriend’ wouldn’t leave his partner possibly writhing in pain while he just walks away and continues on with mindlessly patrolling around seventh heaven right? therefore his mouth opens for another question, perhaps it comes out a bit wary when he says, “how’re you.. feeling?”

you turn your head for what feels like the first time in ages, the side of your cheek pressing against a cool part of the pillow to which you revel in, the foreign fabric refreshing your senses as you look at cloud. “not very well,” you mumble, voice raspy from the lack of use.

“oh,” is all he responds with. it almost looks a little scary, the way he simply just stands there, face invisible due to the fact that the only light illuminating his figure was the sliver of the backlight emerging from the doorway. “do you want me to,” he pauses, “go?”

your eyes stay on him for a moment before eventually upturning to the ceiling, eyes adjusting to the script dimness you’re met with on the roof. the ringing in cloud’s ears become unbearable as you both stay silent for a beat, so thick. so quiet.

you suppose he takes it as a cue to leave as he says nothing more and instead goes to exit the room before you whisper a tiny, “cloud?”

it shouldn’t be surprising, considering with how much mako and how much training it takes to become a soldier much less a mercenary would cause his ears to still perk up. he turns back to look at you, this time giving you a glimpse of three quarters of his face with the deep yellow lighting past the door. you purse your lips, watching the way his eyebrows remain furrowed with his head cocked.

“can you stay?”

“stay?” he parrots.

“until,” you almost stop yourself, halting your words as if you debated with yourself inside of your little head, tugging at the words as you weave them inside your brain before ultimately; you end up just spitting it out. “until i fall asleep, maybe?”

cloud didn’t miss the way the last word fell off into a meek mutter, your face wholly turning to the other side, the darkness of the other side capturing your face as he stands in the doorway. he contemplates for a moment, and you almost regret even asking him to stay. it almost felt a little odd. maybe you were desperate for comfort; or maybe you just needed him.

“i mean, it’s alright if you don’t want to. i get that it’s late—“

“sure,” you’re met with his curt answer, whipping your head back around as you hear soft footsteps advance. “are you sure you don’t need anything?” he asks, navigating around the room blindly in search of a chair to pull.

you manage a meager, ‘mhm’ as you hear a cut off scrape against the floor and see cloud’s silhouette lifting it and walking over to your bedside. he places the object as gently as he can but you can’t help but snicker as it still makes enough noise anyway to which he huffs.

“thanks, cloud.”

“don’t mention it,” he mumbles, sitting down on the wooden seat as he leans back, scooting his hips ever so forward so as to get more comfortable. it’s a difficult view, he must admit, considering he can’t see your face at all and vice versa, but he can’t let your pleas go unheard.

he know he’ll wake up with a kink in his neck from ensuring you get a good night’s sleep even with your hinderance, and he knows that either tifa or marlene would end up running down to check on you in the morning and see the two of you — but for some reason, he doesn’t care.

even when it’s midnight, seeing your head nuzzle into the pillow as your legs shift to a foreign part of the bed in search for a cool spot rather than the sweat barren sheets you’ve already claimed, is merely so refreshing to him.

crap, he thinks. you really do have him wrapped around your finger.

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𓆩♡𓆪 Vincent Valentine x (Fem) Reader 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 ANGST 𓆩♡𓆪 FLUFF 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 Note: Vincent is so OOC in this fanfiction I wrote.(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Also I didn't do much proofread because I can't be arsed so I'm truly sorry if there are any mistakes 𓆩♡𓆪

Summary: A month after the incident at the Shinra Building, You and Vincent had a serious talk about each other’s feelings...

𓆩♡𓆪 dividers by : @saradika-graphics 𓆩♡𓆪

It all happened in a twist when you were trying to steal the flashdrive from the laboratory at the Shinra Headquarters to expose their secrets to the public. Your friends insisted on tagging along with you. Even though you prefer to work alone. Vincent refused to let you go to the Shinra Building alone. 

You strongly believe that it was all going well according to plan but things turned out ugly when Hojo appeared out of the shadows and grabbed you from behind while his other hand was occupied with a knife, he threatened your friends to put back the flashdrive. Vincent felt the heating anger burning through his veins, desperate to save you. Refusing to give back the flashdrive, Hojo struck the knife into your right eye before Vincent could dash over to you. He failed to save you. A howling scream of agony broke out. Cloud and the others watched in horror. Hojo kicked you towards the floor, his immoral laughter echoing in the blur as you slowly passed out hearing shouting and very loud gunshots ringing through your ears…

A lot of things had happened since you lost sight to your right eye, leaving you only with one eye. Vincent never visited you once at the hospital. His friends pleaded with him to come and see you but he refused. 

Was it because he didn’t try to save you?

Must there be any more reason for that? 

After a month of recovery, you were finally discharged from the hospital. You headed over to Nibelheim where the crew are currently at. They were very happy to see you have recovered. Cid slipped out a joke saying that you look like a pirate because of the eyepatch you were wearing. Others didn’t find it funny because they thought it wasn’t right to joke like that because of the right eye you lost. However, you don’t seem to mind at all. 

You noticed Vincent wasn’t with them, wondering what’s up with him since he never took a visit to the hospital to see you. You asked your friends where Vincent is. Tifa told you that he wanted to be alone at the Shinra Manor. Aerith, along with the others, urged you not to bother him. You ignored them and headed your way to Shinra Manor. You hopped on the elevator going straight down to the basement where Vincent usually rests in his coffin. Tifa and the group knew exactly what was going on with Vincent while you’ve been resting at the hospital for a while, they just didn’t know how to tell you. 

Without even knocking, you barged into the basement and shouted his name in such conflicting anger, “Vincent! We need to talk now!” 

Vincent lifted the lid as it slid off the coffin, he jumped out and gave you a scowling expression. Displeased with your unnecessary rude entrance, unbothered by the new sight of the way you currently look since you lost the sight to your right eye, “About what exactly?” It’s obvious that he knows what this is about, he just has no desire to talk about it. You curled your hands into fists, marching up to him with vexation, “Enough of this! I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me! Why didn't you visit me at the hospital when I was badly hurt?!” You asked him, a fiery heat of indignation breaking in. 

He stayed silent for a moment. Yet, he could feel you hurting deep inside. Screaming with such resentment, that’s what he truly hearing from the depths of your heart. “Is it…Is it because of what happened at the Shinra Building? When you desperately try to save me…from that bastard Hojo? Or is it something else? Tell me…” There was a slight tremble in your voice, Vincent could sense you breaking down. He didn’t try to show it but it broke him apart seeing you like that. It was quite hard for him to find a way to comfort you since he rarely does that to anyone he knows. 

You huffed out a long depressing sigh, “Okay…I will leave you alone. If you don’t want to talk to me then…fine.” You were planning to storm away until Vincent fastened his hand around your wrist in a tight hold, “(Y/n), I…” You turned around to face him directly, his eyes gazing deeply into you. You could see the wheel of sadness and regret within those crimson red eyes of his. 

“I’m sorry…when Hojo had you in his grasp, I felt very desperate to save you I…” Vincent took a pause then spoke up again, “It all happened so fast…I wasn’t even quick enough to save you…I thought I-” You shushed him by flinging your arms around his lower body. He didn’t even try to push you away, he was unmoved by this feeling that he couldn’t describe. “It’s alright, Vincent, you don’t have to say anymore.” 

Vincent motioned his arms to pull you close, he felt the urge to want to hold you in his arms. Never in his life has he ever held anyone close to him. “(Y/n)...I…you really don’t know how much you mean to me and I’ve been wanting to tell you ..” his words touched your heart, you moved away for a moment, holding onto his arms as you felt your cheeks coloured with a swift of warm feelings. 

“There are times where I find it confusing to be around you. Usually I keep my distance from everyone I know but…” Vincent held your hand, squeezing it as he tried to focus on what he wished to say, “I’ve gotten so used to you being around me, especially when I don’t interact a lot. The times we went through together, the moments we spent together…it all felt special to me.” 

Were you actually dreaming of this or is he truly trying to confess his feelings to you?

“Vincent I…you never usually like to hang around people, I know that. I feel…safe being around you somehow…” It shot you to realize that your bond with Vincent was becoming something else, something more, “I...just find you very mysterious at times, Vincent Valentine. I also find it confusing to be around you and yet…” you lift your chin to look at him, your left eye locked onto that dreamy gaze of Vincent, “I still like to be around you..” 

Vincent curved his lips into a little smile, “You know…I never knew you would like me so much…when I first met you…I couldn’t figure out how I feel about you.” he wanted to continue but was at a complete loss for words at that moment. You let out a dry chuckle, “I was actually the same. Once we got to know each other more, I slowly began to grow fond of you. I kept denying my feelings I have for you. Knowing that I don’t deserve you. That remains to be questioned..” 

Vincent leaned in and asked with a soft demeanor tone, “Do you…still have feelings for me now?” his question popped you like a bubble. Instead of using words to give him an answer, you lifted your hands to cup his face. Touching his lips with yours tenderly. Vincent had his very first kiss and it was with you. It had to be you. Without hesitation, he swept his arms around your waist, kissing you passionately. His kiss melted your heart, your soul and body. Two whole different worlds colliding to one another, it was until then that they came to realize that they were destined to be together. 

You pressed your forehead against Vincent’s, letting out a gleaming smile “Let’s..stay like this for a while..” 

Vincent took your hand towards his soft lips, lowering his head down to kiss the knuckles of your hand. He then brushes your e/c hair out of your face, his hand touching closely towards your eyepatch as he does it. Admiring your presence while he caresses your face lovingly, he always finds you beautiful. Inside and out. Although beauty never truly mattered to him. 

He crashed you into his body, your head burying onto his chest as you felt the heavy load of butterflies in your stomach, “If that’s what you want to do then…I don’t mind because I would rather stay here and spend my time with you.”

a/n - I regret to have to write this in the first place because this fanfiction is fucking dry as hell, I had to change up the beginning. It wasn't really connecting with the other parts so...yeah...