(Hey Juju!! I saw earlier that you said you weren’t having a good week, so I spent all day of something to possibly cheer you up, then I noticed you said you were in a Sefikura mood, so I whipped up this little fic for you!! This is probably set in an au where Genesis and Angeal don’t go through the degradation process and don’t wage war against Shinra, Sephiroth didn’t go mad at the Nibelheim Reactor, but Zack and Cloud and other Nibelheim dwellers are still captured by Hojo to be used in experiments, and when they escape are somehow found by Seph or someone else and Zack lives. I hope you like it!!)
It’s dim in the Midgar hospital, owned by Shinra. Most hallways are still lit up, bright enough for the staff to work and dim enough for most patients to sleep peacefully.
Sephiroth sits in one of the chairs outside a room. Usually people aren’t allowed to stay after visiting hours, but the First Class is an exception. His mind is thinking about if he should visit the patient in the room, or just go home and get some sleep. Angeal and Genesis have told him that Zack and Cloud were going to be fine and that he can go home, but there was something inside of him that told him to watch over the two until he was assured that they were fine-fine.
Maybe it was the nagging guilt for letting them be captured by Hojo. Sephiroth never usually let one emotion hang over him for too long, but this one mysteriously never left. Ever since the two men had disappeared near five years ago during the mission to check the Nibelheim Mako Reactor, there was a tiny little thing telling him it was his fault, that he should’ve known Hojo was keeping them captive when he was spending more time at the abandoned mansion in Nibelheim. He kept it well hidden, though, like everything else.
Sometimes an employee will walk by, slowly walking by with a cart full of medicine to process that the great Sephiroth is here in their presence, then will walk faster with an excited blush when he gives them a wave.
Finally, Sephiroth makes his decision and opens up the door slowly, peeking in at the blond and unconcious infantryman with an IV drip in his arm, the beeping of a heart moniter and soft breathing being the only sounds that fill the room. As much as he’s glad Cloud’s alive, something about the sight just about makes his heart hurt.
The guilt speaks to him again. ‘It’s your fault he’s like this, you know’.
The same line when he went to visit Zack. Zack had been in worse condition than Cloud, halfway near death, an oxygen mask strapped to his face and covered head to toe with bandages. The doctor had told him that there was a possibility that Zack may not survive, but he somehow managed to live.
Sephiroth shook his head, silently telling it to be quiet as he walked over to Cloud’s bedside. The poor thing had been unconcious and bedridden for a week, due to the extreme apparent mako poisoning he’d suffered through. Another doctor that had been checking on him told Sephiroth that Cloud’s conciousness could be diminishing, or, even if he did wake up, his mental state might never be the same.
Gently, Sephiroth sits on the bed, staring at Cloud. When he and Zack had been found, their faces were covered in sweat and grime, their hair a complete mess. Thankfully, they were cleaned up, and now Cloud’s face was beautiful as ever.
From the moment Sephiroth had met Cloud, he had a strange attraction to the young cadet. He smiled at the memory of when he had off handedly mentioned said attraction when he had been placed next to the infantryman, and Cloud had nearly fainted. It was foreign at first, the attraction. Sephiroth had taught himself from his first memory of the labs that everything else came before his feelings.
Sephiroth didn’t remember his hand coming up to Cloud’s cheek, but the next thing he knew he was tenderly stroking it. For a moment, he thought Cloud had turned his head to feel more of Sephiroth’s hand, but he figured it was just his imagination. Then, ever so slowly, closing his eyes, he brought his lips to gently press against Cloud’s forehead, trailing down to his cheek, to leave a chaste kiss against Cloud’s own soft lips.
Eyes still closed, Sephiroth runs his hand through Cloud’s even softer hair, leaning their foreheads together. “Sweet dreams, my Cloud.” He whispers, too quiet to be considered a whisper. Silently, he gets up from the bed and leaves the room.
Unknown to him, Cloud smiles, having dreamt of his hero tightly embracing him as they shared a tender kiss.
Where did everybody get the idea that people who have dimples are automatically cute? I have them and I'm ugly as hell.
This just in, if you have dimples, you are automatically confirmed Cute™. A study done by me and only me, because I am totally qualified, shows that dimples cause any person’s cuteness level to go up. It has been found that it is impossible to be ugly while having dimples. Any study that tries to disprove this is Fake News!
Imagine Alex from the last gifset you reblogged with that cute smile, messy hair, laying in bed and you start kissing his face and neck leaving red lipstick marks all over him, than taking his tshirt off and leaving more marks down his chest, just being cute, playful and sexy with each other
I would cover that boy in so many kisses he wouldn’t be able to see his skin beneath the lipstick marks 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋