How do Angeal and Lazard feel about Heidegger being a creepy old perv around Sephiroth tho?
Heidegger MOSTLY keeps it it on the down-low, but Angeal and Lazard are observant enough to notice. It definitely creeps them out something fierce, even if Sephiroth himself seems mostly unperturbed. Since he doesn't really want to address the issue, there's not much they can really do. Heidegger outranks both of them.
Hojo, to his utmost credit, would have easily arranged for a little "accident" to befall his colleague if Heidegger ever made an attempt to "soil" his perfect son.
Sephiroth is out on a solo mission and brought Cloud along to teach him the ropes. After a long day of work, they settle down at their campsite.
The glowing fire heats their faces, the cup in Cloud's hand is warm enough to lull him into a sense of safety, and he just can't get a thought out of his head.
"Sephiroth?" Cloud asks after a period of mutual silence.
Sephiroth looks up from his own tea. "Yes?"
Cloud looks back down at his tea. "Do you think we're friends in every universe."
Sephiroth considers.
"I don't know," he replies. "Are there others besides this one?"
Cloud begins to swirl the liquid in its cup. Anxiety has sunk it's teeth three inches deep into his shoulder blades.
"Maybe there are. Maybe there's one out there where we're enemies, you and I."
Sephiroth's eyebrows flash. He makes a quiet noise of amusement before setting his own cup on the ground in front of him.
"Well, if such a life even exists..."
Cloud feels Sephiroth's gloved hand weigh on his shoulder. He looks up, surprised to see the older man smiling at him.
TW: Angeal being one of the best characters. Dom!Angeal Sub!Reader, Dirty-talk, Slightly bratty reader, Kitten/Puppy petplay themes, Choking- if you squint. Mentions of daddy kink- like one mention. Angeal being the perfect lover.
SFW
Angeal Angeal Angeal
Also known as the most reluctant member of Shinras Three Stooges
Really the only one with common sense
The sane ones always get left behind-
Anyways
Angeal as your bf is just perfect???
He’s literally amazing. 100/10
Loyalloyalloyalloyal
He’s like 6′5 hes so big help-
Patient with a healthy side of stern to put you in your place
i mean-
He deals with Zack on a daily basis. Patience is in his blood at this point.
Not to mention constantly stopping Genesis and Seph from constantly fooling around.
He’s not the type to go off and date randomly. I think the person he does go for will be the one he marries.
A one and done type of guy
Though he does worry because he is a SOLDIER and it could put either you or him in danger so he would be hesitant.
So you’ll just have to be patient with him.
Not huge into PDA, but makes sure to kiss you long and deep before he goes off to train or a mission.
He is most definitely teased for it.
He’s the type to bring you flowers from his garden, slightly blushing when he says that he planted these flowers in thoughts of you.
Angeal is a natural caretaker and so in his mind he wants nothing but to take care of you and all your needs.
Would want you to move in with him to be closer and to spend more time with you.
Is always ready to cuddle you if you need it, buys extra blankets just in case.
Is definitely making you breakfast in bed
(haha probably cause you cant walk)
Would most def buy you anything you asked for. He just loves you so much.
If you guys are having a problem he will immediately address it. Sometimes his teacher voice comes out when he does it though so it feels like a lecture when you’re talking about feelings and how they should be displayed between the both of you.
[The video starts. It's Genesis, looking unkempt with wide, blood-shot eyes and messy hair. He's leaning over a kitchen countertop looking exhausted]
"I'm going to be arrested."
[There's a deep, verbalized meow in the background. Genesis briefly looks at something beyond the camera, then rubs his face]
"So...I thought it'd be funny to play into all the Sephiroth is a cat nonsense and—"
"Meow"
[Genesis stops again, looks long and hard at something behind the camera, then sighs a trembling breath. There's panic in his eyes]
"And I put catnip in Sephiroth's humidifier."
[Genesis pans the camera around slowly, the video filming all of Sephiroth's kitchen before finally landing on something on the floor]
"Oh goddess I'm going to JAIL."
[It's Sephiroth as high as a kite. He's sprawled out on the floor in a starfish position. There's a uncharacteristic, dopey grin on his face. He looks drugged out of his mind]
"Meow," he says in a deep voice.
"He's been like this for three hours now," Genesis says from behind the camera. "Do you all understand why I'm freaking out now? It's like a broke a government weapon—"
"Meow."
[Genesis turnes the camera back around, filming himself as he nervously runs a hand through his hair]
"I need to take him down to the infirmary—"
"Meow"
[Genesis looks stressed]
"I'd call Angeal but I don't want to be arrested and killed—"
"Meow."
[Genesis snaps his head up, frowning the incapacitated SOLDIER on the floor]
"Sephiroth, my friend, either stop interrupting me or pick something other than meow to say!"
[Sephiroth doesn't reply, and the following moments are silent. Genesis nods in approval, then redirects his attention back to the camera]
I’ve read all kinds of posts both from writers and readers lamenting about comments on fic. Authors are upset when they don’t get any, readers don’t know what kinds of comments to leave, etc. And it finally clicked in my brain why I think a lot of people don’t bother writing comments.
And this is what it boils down to:
Writers do not want praise.
We just want to talk about our story.
I can’t speak for everyone obviously - but I think the majority of writers don’t care so much for the “omg you’re a brilliant writer!!” comments as much as we just want to hear your thoughts on the story. Even if it’s just your thoughts as you’re reading of “oooh x happened! I can’t believe y said this! What’s going to happen now that z has happened?!” We literally just want to talk about what we’ve written like you would with a friend about a tv show. We’re not out here demanding praise like some entitled narcissist.
While praising our writing skills or writing style is appreciated, it doesn’t need to be said on every fic and every chapter that you read. If you regularly comment on someone’s work that’s telling enough that you like our technique. Readers shouldn’t feel pressured to have to praise a writer’s abilities every time they want to comment.
In the grand scheme of things, talking about the fic/chapter is actually more helpful to us writers instead of spewing praise. It’s the same with artwork. As nice as it is that people tell me “wow your art is so pretty!” it’s a LOT more useful to me to get comments like “I love their expressions!” or “the lighting on this is gorgeous!” because then I know WHAT people are liking about it. If no one ever comments on my backgrounds, I now know what to improve. If most people comment on liking the expressions, I now know the strong points of my art and can use it to my advantage to make even better art in the future.
The same goes for fic. If multiple people tell me they liked a certain part of the story I now know that things similar to that are a hit. It’s feedback I can use to improve the story and give my readers more of what they want. Without that I have no idea what they like about the fic.
Talking with a writer about their story also gives them inspiration!! Nothing gets us more in the mood to work on a fic than to have people wanting to talk about it. A lot of times just talking about one of my fics with someone will give me that push to continue working on it. Getting a comment that just says “great chapter” or “you’re a great writer” doesn’t do much to motivate us to continue that particular fic. But if you talk about the story and the characters it gives us motivation to continue working on it, may even give us ideas for future chapters. I would hope that those of you with “comment anxiety” find this approach so much easier than trying to praise the writer every time you read.
So that fic the author hasn’t updated in forever that you’re dying to read? Talk to them about the fic and the elements of the story! It will make the writer want to talk to you about it and will get their mind thinking about it, hopefully inspiring them to continue where they left off. Fics that are left in silence are more likely to be abandoned or even deleted because nothing feels worse than putting your heart into a story to have no one say anything about it.
TLDR; Writers do not want praise, we just want to talk with our readers about the story itself, and these are the kinds of comments that inspire us to keep writing more.
Yes! This! I love to hear people’s thoughts on my writing because it gives me insight to what readers are getting out of it. Sometimes their interpretations are things I didn’t even consider, but are something I can fold into the story as I write more of it. I love being able to do that.
Concept: experimental modified time materia brought out in sparring malfunctions somehow and now Zack and the Banora duo have a lil Sephling on their hands
LITTLE SEPH!!!!!! <333 Ahhhh this is glorious!!!
I would love to write this out some day dhdhdhd! I don’t have the full energy rn, but bc it’s such a phenomenal idea, I will try my best with one of my good ol’ fic/synopsis hybrids!
For a long while, everyone just stares, three mouths agape and three eyes struck with lightning. One minute they’re sparring, four swords going at it in at blazing speed. And the next—
“WHAT DID YOU DO, PUPPY?!” Genesis roars, whirling around to face the absolutetively befuddled Zack. See?This is why they don’t invite him to their TRAINING SESSIONS. The squirt was a walking heartbeat of destruction, pop songs, and comically large slip-ups. Nothing ever good happened when he was around.
“Don’t look at me!” Zack tries to defend himself. “All I did was cast Stop!”
Angeal gives a slow, incredulous blink, molasses on his lashes. “You stopped him alright.”
Meanwhile, at their feet, a 3yo Demon of Wutai cocks his head, sitting on his butt, his clothes and armor having conveniently shrunk to fit the size of his regression. Not Masamune though. That thing is abandoned on the floor, unaffected and forgotten.
“…Doc’ors?” Sephiroth blinks, his catlike eyes wide and round and sponging up most of the green in his eyes, his quicksilver hair gushing all the way down to his lap. Who are these people? They’re tall. And big. They aren’t wearing white coats either. One looks strong. One looks like he was ready to explode. One of their heads’ looks like a mop.
Upon hearing him speak, hearing him squeak in his little Seph voice, Zack’s heart completely melts; all his bafflement and paranoia and most likely sense of reality is zapped away as he scoops up the little guy, raising him high in the air Simba-style.
“Ohhh look at you! You’re like a little doll! in ShinRa wear, Seph! Look at those eyes! Those pauldrons! Boop!”
Angeal and Genesis proceed to watch in deadlike silence as Zack boops the little guy’s nose, raising him up and down and up and down and upsy daisy and downsy daffodil. Seph is frozen at first, these gestures completely and utterly alien… but it’s not long before he’s clapping his hands and little giggles are bubbling from his throat. He likes mop head!
“Would you cut that out?!” Genesis roars suddenly—loud enough to startle the poor baby Seph, consequently causing him to start crying in the puppy’s arms. Zack’s face immediately hardens as he hugs Seph close, and now it’s his turn to whirl around in disapproval. Yeah, GENESIS.
“Hey! Be gentle with him!” Zack scolds, little Seph clutching at the fabric of his collar.
“That is Sephiroth, you nimrod! Do you not see the issue here?”
“The issue is that you’re scaring him!”
“He’s… SEPHIROTH.”
Angeal is wondering where the nearest retail shop is hiring.
~
After some intelligent discussion, baby Seph is brought back to Angeal’s place—just for the time being. And here’s where the fun starts! Everyone needs to chip in! Sephiroth is thirsty, first things first, having been plopped on the couch next to Zack. Zack is scrolling through the educational TV channels as Angeal fishes out a water bottle out from the fridge, walking it over—
“What’s that?”
Angeal stops in his tracks, blinking in surprise. “It’s water,” he explains—how is he supposed to talk to his friend? Like a preschool teacher? Like a therapist?
Seph’s confusion doesn’t fade. “Hojo always give me water in bowl.”
Zack pauses on Blue’s Clues.
…Excuse him?
Seph proceeds to explain that Hojo always gives him water—and, and food—in a little bowl that sounds suspiciously similar to a dog bowl. Angeal is dumbfounded, having to move Seph’s hands to hold the water bottle right while Genesis throws some untasty swears out there (covering his ears ofc). Zack, meanwhile, is floating somewhere between anger and an ache he can’t even pinpoint. All he knows is that he’s suddenly hugging Seph close, squishing his doll-sized leather jacket against his chest. That wasn’t cool, glasses man >:(
~
Following water break is play time! Zack whips out some crayons and paper to doodle with Seph while Angeal and Genesis prepare dinner—on a plate, thank you. Zack goes on to doodle some very nice pictures~ a giraffe, a river, a flamingo. He’s laughing and telling jokes with baby Seph—mainly ones about a guy name Nemesis, no parallels there—casually glancing over after a while to see—
“Uh, bud… what’s that?”
Seph had doodles what can only be described as a pile of spaghetti—spaghetti that’s green, and had a face, and was dripping slime, and that had a bloody splotch for one of its eyes.
“I see her in dreams sometimes,” Seph says, surprisingly blanched of emotion. “She visits me.”
Aight! Art time’s over!
~
“SEPHIROTH! GIVE ME BACK MY BOOK!”
No one could have predicted the Zoomies.
It was all going so smoothly…! Seph was pajama-ed, he had his teeth brushed, he was all snug and toasty and ready for bed—!
And he had Genesis’ favorite copy of Loveless. And zipping around the apartment at Mach 5 speed. And bouncing from furniture to furniture. And singing the Blue’s Clues song.
“C’mon, Seph…” Genesis finally corners him, bringing down his voice. “Give it back to your old buddy Genesis.”
“Okie!” Seph chirps, and proceeds to chuck the book with all his prodigious strength, hitting Genesis square in the nose. Bingo! He scored a touchdown!
“Nice shot!” Zack calls from across the room.
~
It’s bedtime! Angeal and Genesis collapse from exhaustion, Seph settled on the couch with a pillow and blankie. Zack takes an air mattress beside him, having even lent his favorite dragon plushie to the little bean to sleep. He loves it! All is well, the apartment falls silent, the craziness of the day and all its sci-fi stupidity fading away into a blessed oasis of peace.
Until the sobbing starts.
The sound low, dim, stifled… a broken song that is being cracked between Sephiroth’s lips. Zack stirs immediately, shaking the little Seph awake and propping him up. Seph’s eyes are streaked with tears, glistening with beads of Mako-blue as Zack delicately gazes at him. His heart pretzels.
“What’s wrong, little bud…?”
Seph snivels, wiping his tears on Muffin the dragon. “I see her. She’s here. She says I should hurt you. Hurt two guys too.” His sobs break into something louder, splintering, and Zack can’t take it a moment longer; he settles himself on the couch and brings little Seph close, cocooning his arms around him, swaddling him, letting him cry into his chest. He doesn’t move, not an inch. Not even as Seph’s sobs slowly ebb and a faint snore replaces them.
Eventually, the warmth bubbled against him, breathing into him in calm, slow zephyrs, Zack closes his eyes and falls asleep.
~
Thankfully, in this case, time materia is temporary! Woooo! It’s a very strange when Sephiroth wakes up in Zack’s arms, wearing onesie pajamas and holding a plushie. Very strange indeed.
“Oh…” Zack pulls back, coral flaring on his cheeks. “Hi Sephiroth!”
Sephiroth doesn’t say a word. He just glances down, absorbing the floofy sleepwear, his expression steely as a block of steel.
“Seph—“
“Don’t.” Sephiroth says, straightening, stepping over his sleeping best friends as he makes his way to the door.
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Hihi! ive taken up writing letters as a hobby on the side, and it’s got me wondering:
How do you think agszc would approach letter writing? This can be a very broad question :) as im sure some of them write back home / write to eachother during wutai, but i’m specifically curious whether any of them but genesis bother with any of the fancy stuff. (wax seals and custom stamps, the specific stationery paper + envelope sets, the nice fancy fountain pens, etc…)
hope ur having a good night alto! its been a while :)
Hey! Always great to hear from you 😊
Sephiroth is needlessly formal about all forms of letter writing. His penmanship is absolutely flawless and he always uses the most professional wording possible, even if he's just sending a letter all the way to the frontlines of Wutai to basically tell Genesis to shut up. He has his own personalized wax signature since he's mister big fancy corporate hero man.
Intimidated, jealous, and a little excited at this, Genesis makes it his mission in life to outdo him. Fancy red ink, flowery language, and the parchment always seems to smell like perfume. He always over emphasizes his name in the signature, so much so that it's practically BLEEDING ink from being so emboldened. Angeal points out that he could always send an email or a text. Genesis tells him to be quiet.
Angeal writes basic letters like a normal functioning human being. He likes collecting stamps on occasion and categorizes him based on the level of importance each letter holds. No flowery or formal language here! "Dear Genesis, please don't throw the cadets off the side of the ravine for fun. Love, Angeal"
Zack's writing is borderline incompressible, with messy scrawl that clusters all over the paper to the point where it's hard to make out what he's even saying. But don't worry, he provided visuals. Doodles as far as the eye can see. And about eight different stamps since he isn't sure if he's doing this right.
Cloud's penmanship is surprisingly very impressively neat. He didn't even notice until Sephiroth leaned over his shoulder while he was writing home and commented about it. Cloud had a heart attack, of course. Cloud makes a full attempt to try to help Zack improve his writing, but gives up after Zack determines that the only way to fix it is if he adds more stickers.
He spends nearly forty minutes strumming it tunelessly to almost comical degrees. Which royally pisses him off because he hates that he's not a natural at it like everything else.
Spends a week in the library aggressively glaring at a selection of instrument guides.
Comes back, picks it up, conducts a single immaculate set of chords and twangs, then proceeds to never touch it again. There. Ego satisfied. He needs his hands in good condition for swordplay anyway.
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