Whenever they find Philza, I want it to be the angstiest shit, and by that I mean I want him put it on the federation medication.
I want Phil’s closest friends (Étoiles, Forever, Fit, maybe even Missa) to find him going through the withdrawals of the pills. I want him to snap at them and think they’re the ones who put him there. I want Phil screaming at them to give him back his kids. I want Forever to be the one to give him the antidote as returning the favor Phil did for him. I want Phil to be a temporary shell of the man he was before he was caged. I want Federation blood to shed after this.
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Hello! I hope you’re having a wonderful day!
Can you write a very suggestive snippet about a surprisingly very horny and flirtatious hero trying to seduce the surprisingly chaste and sober villain?
Both are interested in each other, but the hero knows the villain’s interest first and is trying to make the villain admit by being overly fruity.
“So.”
The villain’s eyebrows jumped up, their eyes scanning the hero in the definitely too tight outfit.
“So?” they asked, clenching their jaw. Getting captured had actually never happened to them before — the villain had been untouchable. Up until now. The hero was clever, they had to admit. Mean, but clever.
The hero had set the villain’s second hideout on fire. Which had forced them out of hiding.
“I caught the mouse, hm?” the hero said. They leaned against the metallic table of the interrogation room. If they were to beat up the villain in here, no one would notice.
“Oh, I’m the mouse now?”
No cameras. No recordings.
“You always were,” the hero said. “You’re the mouse and I’m the big bad cat that finally caught you.”
They grinned, showing off their perfect set of teeth. Saying that the hero was confident was an understatement. Laughable, really.
“And now you’re going to kill me?” the villain guessed.
“I’m going to devour you,” the hero corrected. They pushed themselves off the table and put their hands on it, leaning forward. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll be so exhausted you won’t even remember how to walk.”
“That’s suggestive,” the villain said, swallowing. They could feel the pulse in their cheeks, the blood pushing against their flesh as some kind of assault.
“Is it? I thought it’s clear what I want from you. What we both want.” The hero stood up straight, going around the table until they were in front of the villain. “The way I see it, we both have some problems. Some problems we could fix in one night.”
They put their hand on the villain’s shoulder and pressed until the chair’s back touched the wall. The villain’s feet were dangling in the air and they truly forgot how to breathe for a second. The hero touching them was already troublesome but them pushing the villain back really made their heart jump.
And then, the hero’s lips came closer.
“Maybe I should make you beg and scream for hours on end,” the hero whispered, their lips touching the villain’s ear lazily. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“You’d like that,” the villain said, trying to put some strength in it.
“I’d love it just as much as you would. You’ve always been one to beg. Not at first, no.” The hero traced the villain’s abs with their index finger. “But once your pretty shell breaks, you find a sweet villain who’ll be on their knees for their hero.”
The villain’s jaw dropped.
Partly because the hero had never insinuated that much in under five minutes and partly because they didn’t know what to say.
“Come on,” the hero said, turning their head, their lips brushing the villain’s cheek. They moved their head down and thus, dragged their lips across the villain’s skin until they reached the villain’s neck.
Arriving there, they started kissing the villain gently.
And the villain wanted to melt. The hero was heaven on earth. They were skilful, completely in their element. They knew how to take care of people but they had truly understood what the villain needed.
“Tell me,” they whispered and the villain felt the tiny hairs on their back stand up. “You liked being my mouse. You always left clues for me.”
True. Also, mean. Bringing that up wasn’t fair. The hero wasn’t supposed to figure that out. They were supposed to feel lucky.
However, the villain couldn’t answer. They could clench their fists as the hero sucked a hickey into the skin of their throat. And as they did, a whimper left their mouth accidentally.
“Please…” the villain whispered, not sure what they were asking for. Either for the hero to continue or for them to do even more.
“Ah, perfect. The begging,” the hero said finally, stopping — unfortunately — with the sucking. “Now be a good villain and confess your little sin.”
Looking up at them, their mind full of yearning, the villain did.
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I wish wish wish so bad the the crisis core remake has sephiroth actually manage to struggle against jenova's influence, especially in his fight with zack. If, instead of being completely gone and brainwashed, sephiroth actually showed even the briefest moments of lucidity, or awareness. I want zack to see it. For them to struggle together, against this overwhelming power that's trying to steal sephiroth away. And even if sephiroth succumbs to it, i would really just like the state of sephiroth's mind to be a bit more like a tug of war. With jenova pulling and pulling, sephiroth resisting even as he's dragged forward regardless.
UGH i just. WANT. I want sephiroth's real time reaction to the horror of trying to kill his own friend. Please. Zack, witnessing the takeover of sephiroth's mind, before his eyes. PLEASE. In og cc zack is so confused and betrayed, with no explanation for why sephiroth fell to madness. I want , just a teeny bit. Of give. A teeny tiny bit.
The "i dont want to hurt you" vibes. I want them.
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