#musesarein

You're alone on the rooftop of a building. You got a message to wait there, but you're not sure what you're waiting for.

Suddenly out of seemingly nowhere Red Hood pretty much crash rolls to a stop at your feet. There is a grappling hook lying nearby, so that's likely how he made his entrance?

"Hi." He greets you breathlessly before scrambling up. "Happy Valentine's—this is for you." He hurriedly presses a single rose into your hand. It looks like some of the petals are bruised. You want to ask what happened to it and what's happened to him to make him so out of breath but then—

There's gunshots and sounds of fighting that sounds pretty close and Red Hood pushes you towards the stairwell down. "Aaaand we need to go. So sorry about this. You're looking cute, by the way, did you get dressed up for me?"

As you rush to safety you ask if it's okay to just let the thugs run rampant.

Red Hood waves a gloved hand. "I wasn't alone. I might have just rounded them all up for someone else to deal with it." As in he was being a pain as per usual and it was likely another vigilante was going to finish the job.

"Is that for me?" He gestures to the gift in your hands and you nod mutely before giving it to him. "Now I feel really bad for putting you through that." He does genuinely feel bad. "Uh, how about I take you dinner—after I get changed. What d'you like?"

“I guess it can’t be helped. C’mere.” Axel gestures for you to come close. “Let me show ya something cool, but you gotta keep it a secret, got it memorized?” He winks before gathering you up in his arms.

“I’ve been workin’ on this for awhile, but it’s not perfect.” He snaps his fingers and a ring of fire surrounds the two of you. It’s not blistering hot, but a gentle warmth. There are small sparks of light that flicker from the tops of the flame.

It’s really pretty! You let Axel know what you think and he chuckles by your ear. “I’m not done yet. Now—” He waves a hand and the colours begin to slightly shift with the dancing flames. They flicker and burn in changing hues and it’s honestly gorgeous.

Vincent seems amused at your request. “You can admire the cloak up close, if you’d like.” It’s the only thing he says before he lifts an arm, one end of the cloak in hand. He’s inviting you to duck underneath it just like Marlene did once before. You can give him a hug too, if you dared.

It’s up to you if you want to indulge. You can see a hint of a smile in his eyes, even if his mouth is mostly hidden behind the high collar of his cloak.

Some part of him does believe he’s the best Valentine.

"Makin' out on a rooftop? Sounds like my speciality." Delsin waggles his eyebrows but then stops. "Ugh, that came out a lot creepier than I wanted it to. Sorry." He wants to be slick, but honestly he's pretty dorky—he just didn't want to admit it.

"I got somethin' special for ya! Come on." He takes your hand in his and leads you up to the rooftop of a nearby building. There isn't anything interesting to see until you turn a corner.

An old billboard had been painted over with an artwork saying 'Happy Valentine's Day'. There's also a picnic rug with your favourite treats on it!

Sephiroth places a hand over his chest and bows his head slightly. “It would be my genuine pleasure, Hamfie.” His lips are curved into a smile. The soldier straightens and offers a hand for you to take.

“Have you been well?” Small talk isn’t something Sephiroth is very good at, but he’s willing to try for you. “I’ve heard you’re quite the artist. Would you be willing to share any of your work with me?”

The light conversation feels out of place somewhat, but its kind of cute to see the intimidating First Class Soldier try to keep it going. He’s honestly trying. You eventually stop and let him know its okay to be himself. He doesn’t have to do anything out of his comfort zone just for Valentine’s Day.

“Am I really that awful at small talk?” Sephiroth seems amused. His eyes softly glow as his gaze falls on you again.

@spheri honestly on fire with these. I think this is my fave one!!!! It’s so *chef’s kiss*

★★★★★

Gladiolus pulls open the door and even though you know he’s asked for the day off to spend time with you, you are still not quite prepared for him to be… shirtless.

It’s briskly cold outside and you push your way into the apartment, more from a need to be out of the wind than - you don’t know - perhaps playfully trying to see whether his nipples might harden with the gust of cold air?

He laughs softly as he reaches to unwind the scarf from your neck and then help you out of your coat, and you’re thawing already in the heat of his apartment as you kick off your shoes, but the best part is what comes next. His arms envelope you, a great big breathless crush of warmth and affection accompanied by the scent of citrus on his skin and the scratchy kiss of his beard against your cheek. A giggle escapes you and he picks you up easily, still wrapped in his embrace, carries you over to the couch to gently set you down and then wrap himself around you like a very large, contented cat.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, and strangely, you feel compelled to nod, even though you’d had lunch only about an hour ago. Something smelled… is he making cup noodles?

“It’s…” Cloud looks puzzled as he holds out the stuffed animal and tries to figure out what it is. “A moogle?” He hesitantly questions. “A—carbuncle?” Maybe? He eventually sets the toy down. It doesn’t matter what it is, its just nice that you got him a gift. “Thank you.”

He isn’t comfortable with kissing you, honestly he isn’t comfortable with physical affection at all. He isn’t good at communicating either. Cloud struggles a little internally; he honestly feels like he’s a bad choice in Valentine and thus feels bad for you.

"Well aren't you sweet?" V is suddenly behind you, his voice very close to your ear. "I won't let you think of others if you choose me. Are you sure that's what you want to do?"