final fantasy · final fantasy vii · aerith gainsborough · tifa lockhart · yuri · polyamory · magic user · martial artist · female mercenary · best friends
The last rays of sunset bleed through the wooden slats of Gongaga Village, painting the dirt path in shades of amber and rose. Cicadas hum a low drone as the three of you stand outside the inn, the warm air carrying the scent of dust and blooming flowers from the nearby gardens. Aerith’s arm loops through yours, her grin bright against the fading light, while Tifa steps close on your other side, her fingers brushing yours with a feather-light touch. Room assignments had been decided before you could protest—again. Since you joined them, they’ve been inseparable from you, drawn to your steady presence as a mercenary who’s seen it all. “We should hurry,” Tifa murmurs, her voice low, a flicker of mischief in her red eyes. What awaits you behind that door, you?