Final Fantasy VII+4
FFVIIfan fiction
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33 FFVII stories are open to everyone here, 79% of them complete. The average one runs about 7,500 words. Read any of them in your browser, save it as an EPUB, or listen to it.
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Compilation of Final Fantasy VII+2
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Compilation of Final Fantasy VII+3
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Compilation of Final Fantasy VII+3
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FFVII+1
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Compilation of Final Fantasy VII+2
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Final Fantasy VII+4
Contact
by X_Kartoffel_X
Rude waits patiently; nothing prying, no expectancy. Tiredness has descended over them both, and there is not fight in him to demand a response of Reno. “Fuck, this is way heavier than I meant it to be – why do you get so serious when it's just us drinkin' lately? Where's the asshole who leaves thumb-tacks on my fuckin chair when I go get my coffee?” “Stuck in a bathroom somewhere, trying to scratch his number out of the wall where some dumbass scribbled it under sex-line adverts for 'a spiffy shining bald time'.”
Before Crisis: Final Fantasy VII+6
Polarity
by Mahashi
The planet is dying. Cloud is the last man and human on Gaia. In a last attempt to save itself from destruction, the planet, using the lifestream, puts its remaining strength in sending Cloud’s consciousness to the past. He wakes up to find himself 8 years old and very much the boy he had physically been before the enhancements. Too bad that he had to be sent back in time only to be caught up in the middle of Shinra’s war with Wutai. Cloud destroys Jenova and attempts to dissuade the war from further going too far. Unfortunately, the war’s casualties are far too much for Shinra to consider surrendering anymore and the sides are racing against the clock to forge a different future.
Final Fantasy VII+3
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Compilation of Final Fantasy VII+2
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FFVII+2
Heki-tamenuri
by greenjudy
Reno moves his forearm in a slow sweep across the page, testing the weight of the pen, feeling for the pressure that will let the tines of the nib expand incrementally, that will change the thickness of the line. “Don’t push,” he mutters.
FFVII+3