self-ship blog cuz why the hell no (+ fandom shit)
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Trigun '98 does the opposite of that thing where the most boring blank slate man ends up with the magical elf queen or whatever. it's like Look at this alien punk gunman who is wanted everywhere for his devastating apocalyptic angelic powers, he is the best shot in the world he's 150 years old he works out and is 6'7'' and he wears a beautiful flowing red coat with cunty boots and he has endless suffering and gentleness in his heart. and this is his girlfriend Meryl, she works in an office
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Hi!!!! I was wondering what you think ffvii men would be like before reader and them got into a relationship? Like, how would they act around reader if they had a crush on them and just couldn't find the time somehow to express their feelings to themヾ(≧▽≦*)o?
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⋆˚꩜。 cloud strife . . . at the realization of his feelings for you, will become the most awkward guy on the planet. honestly, it’s a little frustrating — and whether it’s more frustrating for him or you is unclear. you have half a mind to think that he’s avoiding you because he hates you, and meanwhile he’s just trying to find a way to suppress the ache in his chest whenever he sees you :( .
to see you is a blessing and a curse, he thinks. he wishes he could just quit the crap and tell you rather than having to endure sweaty palms and the constant itch pricking at the back of his neck.
but once he’s actually in front of you to tell you about it, he’s stunned. at a bat of your lashes and a quick smile thrown his way, it feels like molasses dripping inside his chest and clogging up his heart. by the time you call his name again and ask what he’d been meaning to tell you, he honestly can’t remember.
make no mistake, cloud is sooo whipped .. it’s almost comical. tifa and aerith giggle at him from behind the counter as they see the way he’s trying to chat you up.
a small laugh bubbles past tifa’s lips. “smooth, cloud,” she teases. “very smooth.”
he makes a small choked noise, looking back at her. she grins slyly at him. with that, he scoffs with a furrowed brow. “c’mon, we have work to do.”
even after you get together, he’ll never tell you but sometimes, he’ll lay awake and think of you. eyes piercing through the darkness, he can almost piece together your visage in his mind. the words are choked on his tongue, but he’d rather grieve than be without you.
zack fair . . . is a sweetheart through and through, whether he likes you or not. same with cloud but on the opposite side of the spectrum, you might never know if he likes you or not unless he tells you himself. zack’s a very “yolo” guy! he thinks that if he likes you this much and he has a feeling you like him back, why not go for it?
he takes the time to talk with you about your interests and to get to know you. if you reciprocate, he’s got absolute heart eyes for you and he has half of a mind to tell you how he feels right then and there.
he’s not nicknamed ‘zack the puppy’ for no reason. even before he realizes he’s got it bad for you, he’ll be following you around everywhere. his chin hovering around your shoulder when doing something, walking alongside you to go to the market, ringing your cell when he’s off training to see if you wanna hang out. any chance he has with you, he takes it.
“is today a good time?” you hear zack ask through the muffled screen of your phone. you had both wanted to check a store out downtown and he decided to ask if you wanted to go as soon as he was free.
a smile paves its way onto your face. “perfect,” you say, tone sweet and dripping. you can practically hear the way zack’s lips curl into that familiar, boyish smile you always know him to wear once he parrots, “perfect.”
he is nothing if not the prime example of a lover boy. sighing and clutching his chest as a cartoonish thought bubble appears with rose tinted images of you.
sephiroth . . . is much more poised and probably the least obvious about his crush on you overall.
he’s often very quiet and observant when it comes to you — spotting you from across rooms, watching the way you talk to people. when he does talk to you, he’s always very cool and collected, maybe even a little teasing sometimes with his clever remarks.
beneath his exterior, if you really look closely enough when he’s caught off guard, you can see the way his eyes soften at the mention of you. he seems to smile a little more and a little longer, a small and catlike simper appearing when he sees you coming up to him. nonetheless, he doesn’t treat you that much different. if youre associated with shinra or being a SOLDIER, he won’t take it easy on you while training.
you huff, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as you put a hand on your hip, the simulation dissipating around you two. “you,” you swallow. “you really don’t let up, huh?”
his eyes narrow with his half-smile, slit pupils dilating against azure irises. “why would i?” he purrs. his voice is practically like velvet against skin. “you’re more than capable?”
his way of showing it is odd and quite esoteric but he means well. he knows it’s not exactly obvious, but it buys him time into thinking about when he’ll tell you. when he does, it’ll most likely be random and you may not ever see it but it’s nonetheless genuine and heartfelt.
genesis rhapsodos . . . is quite mysterious about it too, although in a more verbal way. he seems to snake his way into interacting with you or your environment like sephiroth does except he actually talks to you.
he might be a bit of an attention whore .. teasing and bickering with you to get a reaction just so you’d pay him some mind. other than that though, he can be quite a romantic. you’re not sure whether he’s serious or not with the way he recites epics to everybody, but it seems like he picks and chooses which poems to read aloud to you. for you.
“.. for you are beloved by the goddess. hero of the dawn, healer of worlds,” you hear genesis finish act ii of loveless, his voice thick to your ear. his eyes back flicker up to you as he closes the small book with a satisfying clap in the palm of his hand, long lashes splayed.
you smile sweetly. “that’s a nice one,” you tell him.
he exhales sharply and his lips curve into something a little more sincere. more real. “yes,” he says. “i suppose it is.”
deep down, he loves you way more than he’d care to admit. he knew that the moment he met you — and in his own way, he’ll try to show it the best he can. he’d give you the whole world if he truly could. but in the end, he’s only a man sickly in love.
angeal hewley . . . believes he doesn’t treat you different compared to how he first did when he met you, but in a way he does. softened around the edges, checking up on you just barely more than he would with others.
angeal’s oftentimes generous and observant just like his two friends. he’ll make sure you’ve eaten if you seem sluggish and always asks how you’re doing.
he’s not as serious with you, especially if you’re more relaxed. you might even be able to get him to crack a smile at your antics or comments if you try hard enough.
“did you see that?!” you asked, practically with stars in your eyes.
the corner of his mouth lifts mirthfully as he takes note of your excitement. he shakes his head fondly, determined not to let it show too much. “that’s enough,” he manages. “come along now, we have work to do.”
angeal’s a sweetheart and he’d be forever grateful if you did choose him. he tries not to let his feelings show but when you see how they try to take ahold of him, you do him the honor of asking him out much to his surprise. his reaction will forever be worth it and so is the moment your lips meet his.
sephiroth x reader drabble. 901 words. no warnings only fluff!! this is my first fanfic I've posted so please be nice. could be ooc? but I could see him being a very sweet partner once he's comfortable, obviously pre-nibelheim.
enjoy!
summer was coming to an end. the air in midgar had began to chill, and despite your best efforts to keep the cold out of your apartment it had still managed to sneak it's way in.
usually on a day like this, you would be cuddled up in bed with your boyfriend. but unfortunately, he'd been away on a mission for two weeks already.
he tried his best to update you when possible, but it still wasn't quite as much as you'd like. you knew he was busy though, and tried not to pester him too much about it
you plopped down on the couch, letting out a sigh as your eyes traveled over your apartment. you were bored. and cold. so with not much else to do on a day like this and nothing planned you decided to curl up on the couch for a nap.
you kicked off your slippers, cacooning yourself in blankets as you settled in. sooner than expected, you'd slipped into a peaceful rest with only the quiet noise of the rain on the windows in the background
you couldn't tell how much time had passed. you startled awake feeling a hand in your hair. your eyes shot open, only for a steadying voice to cut through your momentary fear
“relax. it's only me.” sephiroth muttered. having apparently slipped in the front door while you slept. he was still in uniform, only missing his sword “you were sleeping so soundly, I almost feel bad for waking you.”
“you're home?” you stammered, trying to push yourself up onto your elbows. his free hand came to your chest, easing you back down. at some point while you slept, he'd maneuvered you so your head was on his lap
“I am. the mission was cut short because of the rain.” he said softly, brushing the hair out of your face. his serpentine eyes lingered on your face for a long moment until he spoke again “I came home as soon as I could. there was little else on my mind except you.”
his hand slid around to your back, pulling you up just a bit. he leaned down his hair falling around his face as he brought his lips to your forehead. he kissed the warm skin there, then your temple and cheek.
“sephiroth.” you murmured, chiding him half heartedly “I'm a mess right now. I haven't brushed my hair or-” you began to protest, only for him to cut you off
“I've been away for two weeks. if you think I care about something as trivial as that you're sorely mistaken” he muttered, planting another kiss to the tip of your nose “I missed you. so so much.” he added, his voice taking a desperate edge you rarely heard from him. it instantly evaporated any sort of insecurity or hesitation you had in mind.
“come. let's get you to bed. it's not good to sleep on the couch like this” his arms slid under you, hoisting you up from the couch. you bristled from the cold air, snuggling closer to your lover
“you should have called. I would've made you something to eat, or at least greeted you at the door.” you muttered into his neck
he let out a slight huff, the closest thing to a laugh most would hear from him. one of his hands ran up and down your back soothingly as he pushed open the door to your shared bedroom with his hip.
“I'm very capable of taking care of myself.” he reassured, planting another kiss on the top of your head before he laid you down on the bed. “i’ll be back in just a minute”
you watched admiringly as he stripped out of his uniform, laying the leather garment on the back of a nearby chair to be cleaned later.
he disappeared into the bathroom for a short while. you let yourself settle into the familiar comfort of your bed while you waited.
when he returned his hair was still damp, and instead of his uniform he work a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips. he didn't reach for a shirt, which made you internally rejoice.
he slid into bed next to you, slipping under the covers. his chest pressed against your back as he curled his large frame around you. he pressed the lightest of kisses to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.
“you're always so warm.” he said gruffly, his arm slipping around your waist to tug you closer. you twisted in his arms, enough to see his pretty face. his cheeks warmed under your gaze, the faint pink flush barely visible in the low light of your bedroom
your gaze softened as you took him in. he looked tired, which was expected after such a long mission.
“you should sleep.” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw. his arm tightened around you and despite clearing wanting to do more, he relented with a small sigh
“I know.” he replied, pulling the blanket tighter around the both of you “but… don't make any plans for the morning.” he added, his voice a heated promise.
a small giggle escaped you. and after you settled your head against his chest the two of you slipped into a peaceful rest with the promise of a fun morning at the forefront of your mind.
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hiya! you answered my ask about hyoga's russian name in a super detailed way, thank you!! i learned a lot!! sorry for pestering you again, but do you have any thoughts on what his patronymic might be? i love hyoga so i tend to think about this stuff, but since i'm not russian, i don't have much insight.
hi !!!! my pleasure)))🥰 a patronymic, eh? that's inchresting,,, hyoga backstory spoilers alert, and here are my thoughts:
basically, a patronymic in russian is a part of one's full name that is based on father's first name by adding a suffix -ович/евич/ич. so technically, since Mitsumasa Kido is everyone's his father, we would take his first name (Mitsumasa) and the patronymic from that should be Mitsumasovich (Митсумасович)
however! it all rather depends on the story. first, kido and natassia's* relationship, which remains ambiguous in a way... i haven't really seen natassia wear a ring, so they probably didn't get married. and when a child is born out of marriage, putting a father's name on the documents is possible but isn't obligatory, so some people end up having no patronymic.
this seems to be the most suiting case with hyoga, and i'd assume he doesn't have a patronymic at all, especially if kido wanted to ensure keeping his numerous relations a secret, both from the public and from the children who, as expected, crave revenge once they learn.
if the father IS stated, legally he has responsibility and control over the kid. would explain why hyoga was brought to kido after the incident, although this can also be explained by kido having his people on the ship. there are probably specifics about it, but idk if one can dismiss a legal kid so easily like he did lol?? anyway, i feel like that legal stuff wouldn't be necessary to perform his plan.
eventually, EVEN IF hyoga had a patronymic from kido as a child, they probably excluded or changed it once he got into that orphanage, and in the small chance they don't - at certain age you can change your name and exclude a patronymic yourself, and nooo waayyy hyoga keeps it bc nobody wants to have anything in common with kido mitsumasa✋
so yeah, in the end, hyoga would have no patronymic either way, methinks.
* hyoga's mom is natasha / natalia (наташа / наталья) btw, now that i mentioned her and was talking about names etc, the 'ssia' ending must result from the sophisticated transition from russian to japanese, where the phonetics about 'sh'/'s' sounds don't exactly match, and then to english lol
Mentions and graphic descriptions of physical injuries, blood, combat, physical violence, heavy angst, traffic accident, mentions of death, permanent scarring, gendered terms "god/goddess" used, but gender neutral otherwise!
﹒✶ | Author's note:
I had so much fun with these they ended up being way longer than they should have been. 😅 Hope you enjoy!
↪ ❥ Sephiroth:
〈 Pre-Nibelheim, crisis core timeline 〉
You are on your way home, passing through the quiet, unusually empty streets of a local small town. Like watercolors in motion, the dusk sky begins to shift from the fiery red hues of the sunset to the cool calm of impending stars.
The fridge in your home was all empty after you forgot to go grocery shopping earlier this week, and you found yourself with a grumbling stomach this afternoon. Which is what warranted this rather unusual, late shopping trip of yours.
You are well aware of how dangerous it is to be walking home this late all on your own. You do wish you had someone to escort you. Alas, with your beloved, Sephiroth, currently away on a long, daunting mission assigned to him by Shinra, you will have to manage alone.
Still, unless you wanted to be left starving tonight, you had no option but to go. Luckily for you, the nearest grocery store just happens to be rather close to your place, and with how empty it usually chances to be at this time of the day too, you find yourself back on the way home in no time.
It's unfortunate that your luck runs out merely a few steps away from your home, when you abruptly notice a group of rather intimidating-looking thugs step out of the shadows from behind a nearby wall.
You immediately stop dead in your tracks the moment you spot them, your senses are on high alert. You do not know who these men are, nor what they want. Whether they are a random group of thugs that just so happened to notice you out here all on your own, or they were already purposefully targeting you beforehand. They utter no words, and their garments give away no information about their identities.
But with the way they all begin to encircle and slowly move toward you, you know very well that they mean trouble...
You try to back out, to speak out against them, to turn away and run with the wind as far as your feet can carry you... But the thugs give you no chance to do anything before unsheathing their blades and rushing in right at you.
The men surround you, one of them grabbing you from behind and holding you in place, covering your mouth with his hand, and you can feel the dry taste of his leather gloves in your mouth as you thrash against him, trying to free yourself of his hold on you.
"Now now, there's no need to be so defiant. If you can just cooperate-" His words are cut short by a loud scream that escapes his throat as you bite his hand with all the force you can muster, allowing yourself an opportunity to wriggle free and run.
And you do, you break away from him and run, despite another one of the men who stand straight right in your direction. Seeing you run, with his sword in his hand, he brings it down upon you.
His blade slashes across your chest, a calculated cut, enough to wound you quite severely, but still not enough to kill you. Not that it occurs to you at that time, when you feel the force of the impact push you back and hit the ground before you can even register your injury.
But when you find yourself lying on the ground, surrounded, your body in pain from the fall, you begin to notice the sharp, stinging sensation, intensifying itself across the upper half of your body. Followed by the pool of blood spreading around you...
You don't know what happens next, you don't know how many seconds or minutes pass with you lying helplessly on the ground, firmly clutching your chest with your hands and knees.
But you do recognize the long wave of hair of silver, appearing in front of you in less than the blink of an eye, and you do see him cut down the men who attacked you in an even lesser time than that.
You see him bury Masamune into the chest of the last man standing, watching as the life in his eyes wanes—and when the man responsible for the carnage turns to face you, kneeling down beside your bleeding body, you see the face of a man who thought he may have just lost everything, already mad with grief.
Sephiroth wastes no time, picking you up in his arms and cradling you close to his chest as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world. You are only barely managing to hold on to your consciousness, but you can feel him running at the speed of lightning, even though you do not know where.
As he keeps on running, his eyes wander down to scan your injuries, but they dare not move to your face. He begins to whisper words of comfort to you in-between sharp breaths, and you notice just how truly terrified he looks, in a way you have never seen him look before.
"Please, just hold on, just be okay-"
Sephiroth was always so very protective of you, to a degree which even you thought to be too extreme at times. But he could never help himself, he knew how dark, wicked and brutal the world truly was—and he knew it was even more dark, wicked and brutal to anything that ever mattered to him.
The thought of you, hurt and terrified, all on your own would often haunt his nightmares, far more often than he would like to admit. And it's because of that reason, that he always double-checked his surroundings with you in the area, why he always wanted to be aware of where you were, should you ever need to go somewhere on your own, and why he always stayed just a little too close by your side when anyone dared to even approach you.
He thought that, should the day ever come that you were in peril, he would be there to protect you—to keep you safe and tell you that he will never allow anything or anyone to hurt you. That even though the world is cruel, his unparalleled strength, that caused so much destruction by Shinra's will, could for once be used to protect something he held dear.
Was he not dispatched from his missions and able to return home earlier, then you would already be-
Yet now, here he was, rushing through the door of Shinra's emergency department with your now unconscious, bleeding form in his arms. All because he wasn't there to protect you—and he doesn't know how exactly he can ever forgive himself for that.
He stands by your side even as the medics tend to you, checking your injuries, stopping the bleeding and sewing the deep slash spread all throughout your chest. If one of them even suggests that he should not interrupt, he will glare at them with the fury of a thousand demons.
Does Hojo happen to be in the vicinity at the time as well? Oh boy, you bet he will burn down all of Shinra before he ever allows him anywhere near you. Seriously, while he may still have some trust left in his scientific knowledge, he wouldn't trust him with you in his care for even the briefest of seconds.
When your state is finally stabilized and the medics tell him that you will indeed be okay, just left with a rather large, badly-looking scar, he feels the weight of the world fall right off of his chest.
You being alive does nothing to lessen his guilt over what happened—which, by now, is beginning to hit him with full strength—but that does not matter, he will deal with that on his own. Your well-being is far more important to him.
He sits by your bedside without leaving for a moment until you awaken, no matter if it takes days, weeks or even months. And the moment that you do is the moment that he begins to shower you with all the apologies he could think of. His voice nearly breaks as he strains to hold back the tears trying to escape his eyes while seeing you in this feeble condition.
He promises you that he will never allow this to happen to you ever again, that from now on, he will protect you no matter what it takes. The sincerity of his vow was only intensified by the emotion in his eyes.
Once you are released, he takes you back to your shared home himself. Upon your return, you find that the place has changed quite a bit in your absence. You notice a new medical cabinet full of supplies in your bedroom, bandages and any other necessities sitting on its top. There are new books stationed where there weren't any before, a large, steaming pot of hot stew sitting atop the stove, and a bouquet of flowers with your favorite chocolate awaiting you on your shared bed.
You're not quite sure how he managed to accomplish all of this all the while constantly sitting at your bedside in the hospital. But you have a feeling he may have commissioned the help of two very specific friends.
As for the men who attacked you? The disgusting animals may be dead now, but says nothing of their motives and who they were. It doesn't matter if they were just some random thugs trying out their luck on you, or if this was a more plotted, intricate scheme, meant to challenge and hurt him directly. He will track down anyone related to them, anyone related to what happened, and he will make them pay.
Once you are back home and now fully in his care, he has already decided that he is not going to disappoint you again. Sephiroth will be very, very diligent in taking care of you while you recover.
You will be forced gently persuaded into eating at least 3 whole meals a day, your wound will be cleaned and bandages changed very regularly. If you are given any meds to take, you will take them at the pin-point exact time that you are supposed to every single day; no butts.
He will also be in charge of your personal hygiene, showering and bathing you with the upmost care and reverence. No matter what, you wont persuade him to allow you to overexert yourself.
Hell, he will even brush your teeth for you if he really needs to.
I like to think that, in order to be Sephiroth's partner in the first place, you both must have a genuinely deep connection. Which is something that would be impossible without also having deep understanding and empathy for one another.
As such, he is very deeply attuned to your emotions. He can sense every single change in your demeanor, every shift in your expression or switch in your tone the moment it happens.
So, whenever he can sense that you are in any way troubled—doesn't matter whether it's about you being bedridden and unable to do anything that you want in your current state, or feeling insecure about the large scar spanning across your whole chest—he will know.
Usually, he will not pressure you to tell him, allowing you the time and space until you feel comfortable enough to come to him on your own instead. However, right now, he might fuss over you quite a bit more than usual, and he will try to gently coerce you into opening up about it sooner.
With that being said, if you ever feel that he is becoming too much, too overbearing with his worries, tell him. He might not be able to push his worries aside completely while you are still not healed and the guilt of the incident eats away at his subconscious, but he will try.
While you are recovering, he will take fewer missions and assignments from Shinra than he usually would to be with you. Being a person of his high position and being Shinra's personal favorite pet SOLDIER, he has the advantage of being able to decline more missions than most others would. He may not be able to dodge all of them, but I can assure you that he will try.
While having some free time, or, perhaps in moments where you are asleep, he will make the effort to research any medical knowledge about your injury. Drowning his sorrows and regrets in research on how to better take care of you; how to better tend to your wound, any additional minerals and vitamins that could help you recover, any methods that might help ease your pain—be they of folk, or more industrial, medical knowledge.
And anything that could help keep the trauma of what happened at bay.
Sometimes at night, he might have nightmares about what happened, or of something even worse happening to you. His guilt manifests itself in many ways. However, this is the major one among them.
When such nights come, comfort him. He truly feels guilty, and that what happened to you was his fault and his fault alone. He will feel incompetent, due to him being unable to protect you. He might still have been able to save you on that faithful day, but he doesn't want to rely on such luck again the next time around.
Once you finally begin to make your recovery, and the red, rough mark on your chest begins to solidify into soft tissue, Sephiroth will be very wary of how you react to this new addition to your appearance. The scar does not bother him in the slightest, but he is afraid that it might start bothering you.
And if it does, he will absolutely not hesitate to shower you with praise and compliments on your beauty. He reassures you that despite the nasty scar, your beauty shines just as brightly as it did the first day he saw you. And that, personally, it does not matter to him at all.
He might even like it in a way, as it reminds him of so many of his own scars...
But if it truly does bother you too much, he will go out of his way to find any possibilities on how to make it less apparent and visible for you.
Sephiroth loves you, he loves you to death. If he had to burn down the world for you and cover himself in it's ashes to keep you safe, he would. So do the same for him, please.
↪ ❥ Angeal Hewley:
Angeal was just getting done with a rigorous training session with some of the 2nd class SOLDIER's.
The trainees were close to wrapping up the session, in the process of overcoming the final challenge in the virtual reality system. They took longer than they initially should have, but Angeal didn't want to interrupt them when they were so close to successfully defeating the enemy.
You, however, know nothing about this. As you pass through the headquarters of Shinra, looking for your beloved Angeal at the same time as you have been nearly every day ever since you two began your relationship together.
You enter the VR training room as you usually would, only to find the surrounding SOLDIER's still wearing their goggles, with the simulation still active as well.
Angeal takes quick notice of you, but before he ever has the chance to pull out his phone and quickly abort the mission, one of the SOLDIER's—currently engaged in combat within the simulation—swords comes swinging down right at you.
It only takes the briefest of seconds for the sharp blade to bury itself into your shoulder, the force of it powerful enough to nearly sever your whole arm right off.
You let out a blood-curdling scream, falling down on the floor as you clutch the deep, open wound on your shoulder with your hand. The searing pain spreads itself from your arm to the entirety of your body.
A look of utter horror immediately flashes across Angeal's features as he dashes towards you in a single heartbeat.
He shouts your name as he kneels down beside you, his gaze shifting between the bleeding wound on your shoulder and your face while panicking internally.
Honestly? While still not quite on Sephiroth's level, Angeal might just almost be the most protective one out of the three men. Protecting his beloved and keeping them safe from harm is something he considers to be a part of his idea of honor.
So seeing you, the love of his life, seriously hurt and bleeding on the floor sends him into a state of panic and rage that is rather very unusual for the man.
The said rage is something mostly directed toward himself. He loves you, and cannot bear to see you hurting. How could he have allowed this to happen to you? He was supposed to protect you...
Momentarily, Angeal turns his head to the SOLDIER whose blade ended up slashing your shoulder. His gaze is piercing sharp, and his face contorted in an expression of pure anger, as he shouts at them, asking what the fuck did they just do?!
He was so close to losing control of himself and beating them into a bloody pulp. But still, he knew better and, right now, you were his priority. He will deal with giving out any punishments and lectures later.
He lifted you up into his arms, one wrapped around your shoulders, applying pressure to the open cut with his hand while the other supported your weight.
He rushed out of the VR training room, carrying you bridal style while he whispered words of comfort to you as he silently prayed that you would be alright.
Your arm was going to be okay, you had nearly lost it, but the doctors and medics managed to save it. Although your recovery will be long, and there may be some permanent nerve damage, along with a huge scar left.
Once it becomes certain that you and your arm are going to be okay, the fear and anger Angeal felt initially begins to turn into a chaotic, conflicting mixture of various emotions.
He feels very angry, both at the trainee who caused your injury, but more so at himself. He should have been able to prevent it, damn it! He should have been faster, more vigilant, more thoughtful. But he will be very careful not to accidentally take his anger out on you.
Chances are he might forbid you from seeking him out during training again, or wandering Shinra's halls, even.
Sorrow, why do as lovely of a person as you have to endure such pain? He feels for you, very deeply, for all of your fears and hurt. Not to mention the terrifying, soul-wrenching realization that this could have ended much more tragically. You are his dream, he could never bear to lose you...
But most of all, guilt and regret. Again, Angeal puts a huge emphasis on up-keeping his honor and ideals, protecting his s/o and keeping them safe from harm is a big part of that. Something every man and SOLDIER should always strive to do.
It would be an understatement to say that he feels devastated, as if he somehow failed you and all that he stood for, even though things were out of his control and could have turned out much worse. He takes this as a stain upon his honor and pride. You will definitely need to give him some time to come to terms with it.
Unless you comfort him about it, reassuring him that none of this was his fault and that it was an accident he most likely would never be able to prevent, he will definitely feel like he has to atone for this mistake one way or another, struggling to forgive himself.
But either way, he will make a promise—a silent vow, both to himself, and to you—to always be there for you from now on, to care for you, to keep you safe, no matter what.
As for the SOLDIER who accidentally ended up causing your injury? With a bit of time and space, he realizes that they could not have prevented the accident, that it ultimately wasn't their fault.
Still, fear not, Angeal will give them the lecture of their lifetime. They will also have to go through quite the ordeal of begging him not to get them kicked out of SOLDIER. And if they somehow manage to convince him, they will still be punished accordingly.
Regardless, once you begin to recover, Angeal will want to be with you every step of the way without question. He will spend all his free time by your side. Not only because he still feels at least a little guilty about what happened, but also because he is just genuinely worried about you and your well-being.
As expected, his SOLDIER duties would often get in the way of that. Be prepared for him to leave for missions often, sometimes even for long periods of time. He doesn't want to, really, he'd much rather be with you, especially right now while you are in such a vulnerable state. But duty calls and he will answer.
However, if you are okay with it, he will try and find someone to stay and watch over you while he is gone. It could be anyone; a family member, a trusted friend, his or yours - so long as you feel comfortable and Angeal trusts them. He will make the effort to call and text you regularly while he's away either way, but he will be all the happier knowing you have someone near you at all times.
During your recovery—especially the earlier days of it—he will turn into a bit of a worry wart, actually. Like an overbearing mama, he will want to take care of you in every way possible, constantly fanning over you as he fusses about making sure you remain as comfortable and as safe as possible.
Affectionate, especially while you are injured. The often times stoic and serious man might not look the part, but he holds all the love in the world in his heart, and he is not greedy with it - not when it comes to you.
Be prepared to be smothered with affection and warmth only few are capable of. Anything from tender touches, to encouraging words and attentive care is served on a silver platter for you to eat from and indulge in.
If you enjoy physical affection, you will definitely not feel lacking. Angeal loves nothing more than to hold you in his arms, gently squeezing you as he whispers words of love and comfort in your ear. He promises to never leave you, to always protect you and keep you safe.
He relishes every hug, every kiss, every soft brush of his hand against yours and will use them to comfort you quite often.
Random touches of reassurance are a given as well. You might just be going on about your day when you suddenly feel a large, rough hand gently press itself against the small of your back.
Or, you might be waking in the morning, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, stretching out your legs as you feel two large, muscular arms wrap themselves around your waist as he leans closer to you, asking you if you're okay.
When it comes to tending to you and your injured arm, Angeal is your man! He will make sure to help you clean your wound, change the bandages and keep an eye on any developments in its recovery - be they positive or negative. He will also be very strict about attending any checks and doctor visits you might have coming your way.
Say goodbye to any chores and household work for the coming months, or at least until your arm is close to recovering. Angeal would totally insist on sweeping the floors, dusting the furniture, washing all the dishes, doing the laundry, grocery shopping, keeping everything tidy and taking out the garbage for you.
Also, cooking! Cooking is something that he always considered to be a small hobby of his, even on his own. But doing it with you is something much more special, and he will secretly enjoy getting to cook for you more than he does for himself, or anyone else, for that matter.
If you are able to, Angeal will make sure to regularly take you out on long, slow and romantic walks in nature. He thinks the fresh air will be good for you, as well as keep you less bored overall. He really enjoys taking said walks with you through the nearest woods and botanical gardens he can find. However, he will definitely make sure that they are safe first before taking you there.
And during your casual little strolls, he would point out any flowers and other flora he has read about or seen somewhere else before. If you are willing, he even will gladly take a stop to admire the plant which has caught his or your attention and tell you anything he knows or remembers about it!
There is a possibility he might attempt to turn your house/apartment into a small indoor garden of his own if you don't stop him in time.
Even after you heal, Angeal will continue to feel a pang of guilt every time he notices the not-so pleasant-looking scar left on your shoulder after what happened to you. There is not much you can do about this, he will always feel at least a little disappointed with himself for allowing this to happen to you. But he promises to do better next time.
Angeal is THE husband material. He is a kind, loving and caring man who will be utterly dedicated to making your recovery as smooth and swift as possible. Always available at your every beck and call whenever he has the time and space to do so, all the while gently teasing you for being so dependent on him.
↪ ❥ Genesis Rhapsodos:
The sun was just beginning to set when Genesis took you out on a dinner date to a fancy restaurant.
Buying you expensive gifts and lavish food with exquisitely aged wine was one of his favorite ways to show affection to you, his God/dess.
You have just finished eating, leaving the restaurant while Genesis stayed behind momentarily, paying for all the food.
You stepped outside with a slight spring in your step and a smile on your face, stopping in your tracks next to the road to wait for your beloved to join you.
It took only a moment of distraction for a nearby truck—its driver speeding down the road recklessly—to hit you at nearly full speed, sending you flying forward.
You weren't even aware of what was happening when your body hit the hard, stone ground, the impact making you lose consciousness instantly.
The restaurant door opened, with Genesis stepping outside. His eyes widened in fear and terror, his jaw dropping as he saw your limp body, lying on the ground from across the road.
He did not spare a moment rushing toward your unconscious form, quickly kneeling beside you, picking you up into his arms with a slight tremble in his hands.
Genesis was a proud, arrogant man. He always tried to reach for what was not meant for him to have, often times hiding his true thoughts and inner feelings behind the mask of dramatic theatrics and cryptic passages.
But he could not even attempt to hide the horror that spread across his features as he looked down at your unmoving body, his eyes scanning for the severity of your injuries.
His mind was a chaotic storm of thoughts, of panic, terror and confusion. What happened? Who did this? It does not matter, they will pay regardless. For now, he had to make sure you were okay.
He stood upwards as the blood from your wounds trickled down his hands, soaking into his clothes. Rushing to get you the help you needed.
The fear that burned inside his chest while the medics tended to your wounds and injuries was excruciating. You would not leave him, you would not dare to leave him... Or would you?
The expression on his face was one of a gut-wrenching worry, its features so still it appeared as if it was made of stone. He paced up and down the waiting room, biting the nails on his fingers.
At the same time, he was overcome with overwhelming guilt. He was supposed to be your hero. How could he fail to save you so?
When your injuries have been taken care of and your state is stabilized, a stone heavy, unlike any other, fell off Genesis's chest.
Thank the Goddess, you weren't off as badly as he initially thought you would be. Mostly just a few broken and fractured bones. But nothing to take lightly either.
As for your recovery, Genesis made sure to be around during it as much and as often as possible. Juggling between you and his responsibilities as a SOLDIER.
...Who are we kidding? This man would never put Shinra above his darling s/o. Especially while they are in a vulnerable state. He would do his duty, but only while trying to wriggle out of it as much as possible.
He'd spare absolutely no effort in trying to help you heal, always making sure you're comfortable, all the while pampering and smothering you with affection.
As he usually would, he will bring you small gifts and trinkets in an attempt to cheer you up. Anything you like, he will make it yours.
Absolute drama queen; anytime he sees you flinch, stiffen or whine because of the pain, you will be subjected to the most theatrical display of fear and tragedy ever. He will also exaggerate the severity of your injuries quite often.
Anytime your wounds need cleaning, or you need to change your bandages, he will dash right next to you, telling you to lay back down and relax as he takes care of you.
But you have to forgive him for teasing you about it sometimes. Like after he changes your bandages, asking whether his services have at last earned him the favor of the God/dess (you).
Need help with regaining the strength in your broken legs once they are close to healing? Genesis has you covered! He would pick you up, arm wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you steady as he would help you walk, slowly, step by step.
If you ever end up being bored while trapped in your bed during the recovery, Genesis will gladly read or recite LOVELESS to you (he will do that anyway, even if you don't want him to).
He will also write his very own poems for you, both with you at his side and while he is away on a mission. If he had just a sliver of time, you would wake up to a handwritten letter from him, followed by a touching poem.
He would also gladly write them together with you, if that's something you'd like; and if it is, sometimes, when he comes back home to you from a mission, you and Genesis will trade said poems.
His heart melted at the loving and affectionate words you so often used to describe him. He would attempt to hide the faint flush of red on his cheeks with a quiet chuckle, teasing you for being so overly romantic while being guilty of the very same crime he accuses you of doing himself.
He is a sleek bastard and will absolutely use every single opportunity and excuse he can to just... Touch you.
Still having to use crutches and need to go to the bathroom? No need to worry sweetheart! He will sweep in and carry you over there bridal style.
Are your legs and body feeling sore? Poor, sweet love... Genesis will prepare you a romantic, hot bath and will insist on helping you wash yourself.
In a similar fashion to Angeal, your injuries are a huge blow to his pride and ego. Genesis holds himself to a high standard and while he does not tend to put a lot of emphasis on what others think of him, he does care more than the rest. This is especially true when it comes to his fans. He fears he may appear as weak in their eyes due to allowing this to happen to his s/o.
As such, every time he returns from a mission and sees that some of the damage that has been done to you has barely improved since the last time he's seen you, he will be equally worried and disappointed.
He does not want to see you, his divine God/dess in such a state, a reminder of his failures. But more than anything, he is just worried about you.
On another note, he also came to find just a tiny bit of guilty pleasure in the bedridden stage of your recovery. He gets to keep you all to himself without you or him being bothered by anyone... And he loves that.
You might also notice him taking on a slightly more serious, less flamboyant attitude and approach. And while his regular affectionate and somewhat cheesy demeanor does not take a step back, there is a worry in his face when he looks at you that simply wasn't there before.
He may not always show it outwardly, but what happened to you has affected him deeply. He blames himself for not saving you, for not being there when the accident happened, for not swooping you into his arms and rescuing you out of harms way like the hero that he always wanted to be.
Genesis has also grown a lot more protective of you since the accident, even after you have already recovered from your injuries. Being so close to losing you made him realize how easily you could disappear, how thin the thread that held on to the light that was your life truly was. He would not allow any more danger anywhere near you again, he would always be there to keep you safe.
He would not tell you, but the driver of the truck that ended up nearly killing you would end up disappearing a few days later, never to be seen again. And if you somehow find out? He would simply smile, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
Overall, Genesis would make sure to be there for you while you recover from your injuries and that you are never exposed to such danger ever again—not if he can help it.
Ohh, Sephy 🥹 what a sweet angel you are! That is such a deep and beautiful writing, I especially like part him talking full care of reader if needed, I’ve grew up to have paranoia of being in such state and nobody there to take care of me, so yep, thank you so much for your writing! I hope you’ll write more <3
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Metroid Series
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Samus Aran, Nora Armstrong, Ezra Duke, Reger Tokabi, Myles MacKenzie
Additional Tags: My First Work in This Fandom, Character Study, Character Development, The Chozo (Metroid), Space Pirates, War, Oppressive Government, Corruption, Grief/Mourning, Canon Compliant
Summary:
What comes after preserving a civilization's legacy but failing at protecting innocent lives? A savior's duty never stops.
Not beat a dead horse but there is something inherently knightly about Samus Aran….
The sacrifice the blood and guts and the glory and loneliness of someone who perhaps serves no queen(mother brain maybe ) or kingdom (federation) but to preserve the peace of a galaxy that is far past the Golden Age. I think the Metroid galaxy at this point is in a source of rot. Maybe for millennia before Samus the Chozo brought in eras of prosperity (not to say there wasn’t war or anguish…) and not inherently peace but inventions that eventually consumed them.
Then the chosen one is a three year old girl rescued from a burning planet destroyed by a dragon and his goons and it’s settled upon her shoulders. She’s given training and a Suit and a Weapon and has her very DNA changed to serve it. Becomes a woman o destruction in order to save. Yes she becomes famous, yes she becomes even worshipped in some circles. Yet she loses everything. Time and time again and she serves no one because there is no loved ones to serve.
Always reminded despite her kindness and sacrifices there will likely be no happy ending for her. The love of a galaxy feels very far away when you’re in a Gunship with the AI’d voice of your dead commander. Solitude is her constant companion because solitude can’t die, not really, and never betray her.
I think Samus is betrayed because of her power AND kindness and silence. Because she is the chosen one and one who stands alone falls easy, no? But that’s far from the truth. Anyway there’s my rambling Ted talk but she’s the tallest poppy and she will always be seen as a destroyer or bringer of death and she is celebrated by the innocent who profit off it (federation…)… until she’s too independent. Then they’ll just make copies. Because in far away places she’s just an arm cannon. Yes Metroid fusion is my favorite
yes yes “female characters deserve to be mean” and all that but when someone refuses to acknowledge that Samus’ strongest trait is her compassion and kindness I roll my eyesssss girl. what if those traits weren't devalued as "weak" """submissive""" traits maybe
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