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With A Candle Through Time by HouseOfWack
Fandoms: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997)
20 May 2026
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Sephiroth knows what he must do to complete his legacy. This planet must end. This planet must crumble. But to do that, he needs to get rid of a Problem. The Champion.
Why then... When victory is a throat grasped between his fingers... Does this taste so bitter.
Bookmarked by HopyBun
08 Jul 2026
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xviii. panic attacks // paranoia
Cloud remembers. Sephiroth doesn’t.
(a kinktober collection, but with whumptober prompts. warnings at the start of each chapter!)
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08 Jul 2026
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Moonlight Snare by bombingMission410
Fandoms: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997), Final Fantasy VII Remake and Rebirth (Video Games 2020-2024)
10 Jun 2026
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Young fae should know better than to galavant in the woods at night. During a lapse of judgment Cloud ventures into the night. Of course he knows there is danger behind every thicket but what he doesn’t know may kill him or worse keep him.
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08 Jul 2026
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A star aerialist bears a striking resemblance to missing socialite Park Jimin. Private Investigator Jungkook goes undercover to investigate the circus and bring him home.
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07 Jun 2026
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Reader is: British, Young Vic (get it?) theatre company director, working class, in her 30s, a control freak, a semi-conscious sub. Viktor is: Czech (as always), working in biotech with Jayce, working class, in his 30s, a control freak, a conscious dom. They meet by common friends and something gets started.
“Pass me the wine.” A soft command, tilting toward a question at the end, firm and quiet all at once.
You reach for the bottle without looking, your eyes fixed on his throat as he breathes. The moment it comes close, his touch leaves your leg and finds your fingers instead. His skin brushes yours, spreading the sweat from the glass onto your own, and something coils low in your stomach.
“Good…” he murmurs, clipped, as if something else should follow. “Thank you.” And then his warmth is gone, leaving you painfully sober, achingly empty.- Language:
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07 Jun 2026
