Final fantasy 7 x reader

Day at the beach (Young Sephiroth x reader)

(Discovering feelings, long time friendship, fluff. (Y/n) and Sephiroth are the same age)

Sephiroth stood at the edge of the sand, the sun beating down on his back as he waited for (Y/n) to come out of the changing room. His fingers drummed against his thigh, clad in board shorts - an unfamiliar feeling. The fabric felt too light, too loose. He wasn't one for swimsuits, even in the heat of summer. But here they were, at the Costa del Sol, ready to... enjoy themselves? he wasn't sure he knew how to do that.

(Y/n) saunters towards Sephiroth, her feet sinking slightly into the warm sand with each step. She's traded her usual clothes for a brand new swimsuit . Her eyes, warm and inviting, meet his as she tilts her head, gesturing down at her new swimsuit. "So... what d'you think?" she asks softly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

Sephiroth's gaze flickers downwards, taking in her appearance, before quickly darting back up to her face. He shifts uncomfortably, his hands now clasped behind his back. "You look... nice," he manages to say, his voice gruff. He clears his throat, trying to rid himself of the sudden lump forming there. "I mean, you always look good, but... different. In a good way," he adds hastily, feeling his cheeks grow warm. He curses himself internally for his lack of eloquence, but he couldn't help it. His heart pounded in his chest, his thoughts racing faster than he could grasp them.

(Y/n) chuckles, her cheeks flushing slightly at Sephiroth's stammered compliment. She reaches into her bag, rummaging through their belongings until she pulls out a bottle of sunscreen. "Thanks... I guess," she teases lightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She holds up the bottle, shaking it gently. "Come on, let me sunscreen you. Don't want you turning into a lobster out here." She grins, already squirting some lotion onto her palm, ready to apply it to his skin.

Sephiroth tenses, taking a step back instinctively. He'd never been touched much, especially not like this. His breath hitches, his eyes widening slightly as he looks at the white liquid on her palm. "I-I can do it myself," he protests weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. But even as he said it, he found himself standing still, his body refusing to move away from her. "It's just... I'm not used to..." he trails off, unable to put his feelings into words.

"You can't reach your own back, silly. Here, turn around." (Y/n) scolds softly, her brows furrowing gently. She nudges Sephiroth playfully, guiding him to spin around with a gentle touch on his shoulder.

Sephiroth hesitates for a moment before slowly turning around, his back now facing (Y/n). He can feel her closeness, her warmth radiating against him. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "Just... go ahead," he says, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. He closes his eyes, bracing himself for the unfamiliar sensation.

"Alright," (Y/n) smirked triumphantly, her fingers coated in sunscreen as she started to spread the lotion across Sephiroth's broad back. She worked meticulously, her touch gentle yet firm, her eyes tracing the lines of his muscles.

Sephiroth jolts slightly at the first touch, a shiver running down his spine. He bites his lower lip, trying to suppress a soft gasp. Her hands were surprisingly warm, her touch sending waves of... something through him. He felt giddy. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, trying to distract himself from the strange sensations. "Y-You're thorough," he remarks, his voice coming out more strangled than intended.

(Y/n) leans in closer, her voice soft and teasing as she moves to sunscreen his arms, the back of his neck, and his shoulders. "I don't want my angel boy to get burned," she murmurs, her fingers working diligently, her eyes crinkling at the corners with mirth.