#finalfantasy 7

🔥Final Fantasy 7 - Vincent Valentine🔥

I was in the mood to draw my FF7 husband Vincent! I love him so much and I'm so excited to see him in FF7 Rebirth! ❤️

Wall Market Bunnies [Cropped]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sephiroth/Reader, Sephiroth & reader, Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII)/Reader Characters: Sephiroth, Genesis Rhapsodos, Zack Fair, Angeal Hewley, Lazard Deusericus, Cloud Strife Additional Tags: Eventual Smut, Teasing, Friends to Lovers, Midgar, Shinra, Second Class Soldier Reader, romance tropes, Romance, Eventual Sex, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Attempt at Humor, Embarrassment, Flirting, Crisis Core, Sephiroth plays Piano, awkward moments, Awkward Shower Scene, Slow Burn, Sane Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Angst

Summary:

(Original Title: Well... This is Embarrassing) You are a Second Class Shinra Soldier aspiring to become First Class. As a talented individual that shows commitment and promise, the great silver haired General has decided to take you under his wing to mentor you. Initially it feels like a dream come true to be trained by the person you have always admired and adored... that is, until you get to know him. Making a complete fool of yourself is surprising easy, since embarrassment just seems to be a daily occurrence for a female SOLDIER. Dealing with Sephiroth's quirks will undoubtedly be a slow burn of sexual tension and amounting unspoken feelings. Likewise, sharing an apartment with the vivaciously, loveable Zack Fair will certainly have its moments.

Part 6 of FFVII Rarepair Week. Technically a sequel to part 5?

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Reeve passed Lazard the styrofoam container, hands shaking slightly from the cold night air. When Lazard took the warm container of fries, Reeve slipped his suit jacket off to wrap it around himself from the front, bringing his knees up to his chest, feet resting on the seat of the bench.

Lazard had really tried to enjoy the events, he had. He’d attended all the display battles, and cheered for the firsts, and had made his appearance at the grand ball ending the celebrations. However, he’d reached the limit of what he could tolerate at that point and, as it appeared, so had Reeve.

When the director had flopped into a chair next to him, clearly disgruntled with the whole situation, Lazard suggested they leave.

So they did, and ended up wandering around the plate in the dark, still dressed for a ball. It was a miracle someone hadn’t noticed them yet- or robbed them, Lazard was all too aware of that reality. They still hadn’t decided where to go- Lazard was almost going to suggest going back to his flat, despite how formal it seemed, before Reeve suggested something else.

“I’m hungry. Do you mind if we get food?’

There had been food at the ball, fancy canapes and tiny portions of things that Lazard had never heard of before and quite frankly didn’t want to try. He was planning on eating at home, but Reeve had offered, and then they had both ended up outside a tiny takeaway, Lazard stood outside holding Reeve’s jacket as Reeve bought them a large portion of chips, and then they sat on a bench opposite a park and ate in comfortable silence.

The entire experience felt surreal in the way leaving something early always did, abandoning plans to wander the city in the dark, not feeling entirely sure of whether the experience was real.

Another chill night wind blew and Lazard set the container down on the bench and shrugged off his suit jacket, handing it over to Reeve.

“It’s freezing, Lazard, put it back on.”

“I’m dealing with it a lot better than you are.”

Reeve still refused to take the jacket for a few moments, but when Lazard didn’t relent, he took it anyway and wrapped it around himself.

“Thanks”