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◞  WITH EVERY FLOWER THAT I EVER TOOK APART.

꒰ he loves you; he loves you not. or, cloud finds a poem you wrote about him. ꒱

ᴍᴅɴɪ. 5.4k. f!reader. canon-divergent au. best friends to lovers. fluff. angst. slice of life. writer!reader. cloud likes knick-knacks. reader's favorite color is pink. reader is shorter than cloud. he's a 'ships assembled in bottles' kinda guy here fr. a little nerdy loser boy who likes to kiss his best friend. sfw. footnote. this is selfship-coded; sue me n i'll settle. i dedicate this to nonie who sent me asks on main n expressed their excitement. i felt stuck on it for a bit but when i thought about scrapping, i heard your asks n reworked it as many times as i had to until it felt right <3 thank you for the encouragement!!

what do i say to you, o lover? your blind eyes gaze. and you see right through my mauling. my most unknowing witness. the behemoth of ardor eats from inside my chest where your name lives. at the base of my breath. it tastes like everything i know. all of my familiarity. a storm cloud of my fondness looms over your head. and adoration crackles. and a strike of intimacy's lightning; bad aim, narrowly misses. every time. a torrential downpour of my devotion. i love that you never shield yourself from rain. you don't know what my tongue would give to savor the flavor of your name in the form of a claim. i'm already an endless vow. to you. so what do i say? i love you. the strife between my heart and my teeth is this: one wants to cradle you while the other wants to consume. i can't hold you in my greedy cheeks and swallow you whole all the same. it's such a shame. and i have everything i want but i can never have everything i want. 

there's a devastating poem missing from the security of your archives and it's eating you alive from the inside-out. there are two immovable truths about you: you regard yourself as the poem rather than the person and you love cloud strife to a capacity that a poem cannot fully fathom. it's a dilemma that exists to taunt you. you find yourself lingering on the cusps of terror at the thought that one day, you’ll detonate an implosion: cloud will discover the depths of your feelings for him, the true reason you remain so diligently at his side. and now, such a result is at risk of running into reality. ꒰ not that it shouldn't be obvious. ꒱ for the last few days, you've been nestled inside the depths of your panic as you try to recall where you left the troublesome evidence of your hunger for cloud's affections. you finished it sitting on the rim of his bathtub, huddled in his bathroom with the door locked, journal perched on your lap, messily scrawling while your heart scrambled to climb up your throat. you remember the intensity of the shame and adoration that overcame you as you ripped the poem from the spiral spine of your journal. your silly heart and all its foolishness folded up into so many fours, shoved into the depths of your pocket in desperation before you rejoined him back in his room. back in the warmth of his bed and the strength of his arms. his room, the space that holds all the memories of soft kisses and the scent of your yearning. you love him so much; it's pathetic. embarrasing. shameful. you wait around his ribs, drooling like a starving dog praying for an offer. it's more than just your belief in his capacity. it's the hurricane that sweeps you away and drowns you in reverent waves. loving cloud is a heady feeling, something thick and all-consuming. it makes you dizzy with delight. it makes you breathless. his presence brings you peace but your heart is left in a state of untamed chaos from the charming sound of his soft laughter. on your worst days, watching him toy with his little trinkets and projects with a fixated and focused stare on his face is enough to drag you out of your misery. on your best days, his poorly executed jokes that linger in the air but never land make your heart sputter into overdrive. he's the center of all your affections, and thus, exists as your most alluring muse. yes, all the poetry that seeps into your bones and spills from your guts is a hymn in praise of him. all of it is admiration. your poetry is a garden of hyacinths that bloom under the cyan suns that peer on in fondness. unbeknownst to him, each of them blossoms in his honor. each of them whispers his name to the wind. if he ever finds out, your world will surely collapse and fall to ruin. you know his love can only stretch so far for you, but yours already goes far beyond reasonable distance and is only willing to go further. the poem exists as a vacuum to keep it all, but even stanzas are running out of will to hold the weight of your love for him. as a poet, unrequited love is such a hassle — a dangerous gamble, a landmine, and yet, a great source of inspiration. but unrequited love with your best friend is more like a black hole. "how's it coming?" you ask in a soft murmur as you enter his room quietly. the plan is to casually linger as you always do and look for the fallen poem with no shame, with nothing that warrants attention. if you act even the least bit suspicious, cloud's curiosity will be sparked and you won't be able to stop him from becoming involved. it increases the likeliness of him seeing it, if he hasn't already. cloud doesn't seem to notice your entrance. he doesn't avert his eyes from the thick concentration on the task in his carefully maneuvering hands, but he grunts and you know it serves as a pitiful greeting. your annoyed huff with his lack of acknowledgment follows. "okay, you caveman,"

"i see someone woke up a brat." he grumbles. you roll your eyes playfully, your arms going around his shoulders as your head sinks into the crook of his neck. it's a bad but indulgent habit of yours to pucker your lips and leave soft, welcoming pecks against his flesh. "is it so bad i want you to say hello like a normal person?" your inquiry comes on the edge of a whine. cloud scoffs. "you call this normal?" his voice is thick with annoyance and you allow yourself to pout as you hide your disappointment in the warmth of his skin, but shortly after comes the feathery feeling of his perpetually pouty lips pressed against your temple. another. a pause. one more. "better?" your heart sinks to your gut, cracks open, and releases a swarm of butterflies at the gesture. you're a keeper of the swarm these days. you're accustomed to his small bouts of affection, but they never fail to send your hurricane of ardor into a frenzy. "much," your second dilemma is this: you and cloud pirouette on the line between friends and lovers. dance on it with obvious hesitation and little communication about what it truly means. you know you both will only ever be the former despite your endless yearning for the latter, but you're unwilling to ask too many questions and risk losing these little things he seems to reserve for you. it's the cowardice shivering inside you, too afraid to be without him to set boundaries, too much in love with the way his warm lips feel against your cool skin to put an end to your torture. the dance is complicated and endless, but you understand that he's your best friend, the person you endure every hardship alongside, hand-in-hand with. "was that really so difficult?" you ask, to which he huffs. cloud grumbles, "keeping you from throwing a fit is." "oh hush," you gripe, pushing the back of his head before you stand up straight. "what've you been working on anyway?" even before the internal panic of losing your poem, it's been harder and harder to contact him unless you just show up like you've done today, harder to pull him away from this project of his long enough to get any of your usual activities done. his attention is so far away from you these days and it fills you with fright.

what if there's someone else? what if his heart is being tugged and stretched until all that exists between us is distance? what if there's no chance for me to settle down and make a home for us both there?

"it's a gift for…" his voice trails, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "it's for someone important." and then the corner of his lips quirk. you barely notice but you do, and then he grins. your heart descends into despair and plummets straight into the pit of your gut. you can feel the fear roaring to life inside your ribs, spewing its anxious venom all throughout your sternum. you almost can't take it. "someone important?" you question, a lilt in your voice that you pray cloud can't identify the terror in. and you wish you didn't notice every inch of his mannerisms, wish you didn't see the way the red of a rose bleeds on his pale skin, splatters across his plump cheeks and covers his ears. he's flustered at the mention of this important someone. bashful even. "i…let's change the subject." his awkward mumble makes the fear lurch in your belly. "d-did you need something?"

i need you to love me back.

"i…missed you…is all." it comes out soft, perhaps ashamed, as you cling to the feeling of your arms resting loosely around his shoulders now. "am i not allowed to miss my best friend?" it's not exactly a lie, but it's an omitted version or the truth. you're always here because you miss him the instant you're both apart, but today, you're also here to try and save your heart as much face as you can.   cloud hums, his hand reaching up to grasp onto one of yours. "you're being dramatic. it's only been a day or two." and although you know this is his general demeanor, a casual man far too familiar with being nonchalant for your liking, it still stings the way he insinuates he didn't miss you, too. cloud has always been comfortable with solitude and isolation, finds safety in it now. he's not like you, a creature of endless yearning and aggressive bouts of want that become awful creatures of aching, wailing his name in the silence. you pull back from him then, sighing as you move to plop down onto his bed directly beside his desk.

"people are allowed to ache for presence after a day." you grumble defensively. "since when are you so clingy?" he asks, turning his head to look at you curiously. "c'mon, what's really up?" you hate the amount of ease in which he's able to read you. you hate how he knows all your patterns so well that he can spot even the smallest inconsistency. he knows you with the same depth that one knows how to survive by breathing. instinctual. embodied. loving cloud is the same as clinging to culture. loving him is history to identify as. you've always been by his side, but you've never been so shamelessly clingy. you keep the severity of your need in secret pages and quiet thoughts. you try not to let your feelings show so blatantly by maintaining a general sense of independence that always falsely reassures him you'd be okay without him. deep down inside, you know it isn't the truth. if you could, you'd latch yourself onto his toned frame and it would take the strongest iron crowbar to pry you away from him. you release a deep, defeated sigh. "i think i left something here and i just wanna look around for it." his brows raise in slight surprise. "oh? what is it? i don't think i've seen anything of yours you left, but then again i…can't really see much right now." you gauge his reaction carefully, looking for any sign of his knowing, any sign that you're sitting before someone who's seen that your heart cradles his name as close to your chest as it can. "i'm surprised you can find anything in this chaos." you gripe, looking around the unsual messiness of his room as your nose crinkles in disgust. he chuckles, eyes gazing at you carefully. "i usually find what i need without looking for it." a roll of the eyes. "ooh, lucky you." "oh, shut up." he grouses, flicking your knee before he turns back to his project. "feel free to look around, but hurry. since you're here, i need your honest opinion on something." that shocks you to the point of your eyes widening. despite being his best friend and his somewhat, kind of lover, cloud doesn't regard you as a person he can trust for advice. it may be due to your history of regrettable intuition, the consequences of which cloud always suffers. these days, he usually goes to your other mutual friends. "you actually want my opinion on something?" the bitterness you can't help but taste as the jealousy that you lost one position in his life so easily to others seeps in. cloud groans, giving you a pointed look. "don't start with this." your hands fly up defensively. "i'm not starting. just saying. this is usually zack or aerith territory." "well, today it's you territory so hurry up and find your thing so we can move on to my thing." an easy retort that ends with his attention back on his ship. your lip curls. "god, okay…so bossy." you start looking around his room carefully, trying your best to put the clutter of random things lying around back where they go in hopes of spotting your poem and swiping it without cloud even noticing. he's not usually this messy, but it seems he's far too preoccupied with the ship in the bottle you've been casually watching him make for the last month or so. "it's just…important." his feathery murmur. squatting in front of his small, wooden bookshelf, you wedge the spines of discarded books in vacant slots as you answer him, "oh yeah?" "yeah," there's an unusual urgency present. you don't miss how diligently he's been working on this. it doesn't escape you that this is where all his free time goes. even when you're here, you hang around for hours waiting until he's willing to stop working on it before you can have his undivided attention. you only ever give it passing glances. it's not that you don't care; it's that you're used to this. "you sound stressed about it." you note, your voice small and your gaze curious.

sighing, he places the small precision tools in his hands down onto his desk. "i am…a little bit." "so…it's for someone important and you're stressed about it? what, are you asking someone out?" you ask it jokingly, even forcing a chuckle to mask your curiosity, but his silence and the sudden cease of his movements says your inquiry may not be in jest. your features fall. the pace of your heart quickens. "wait…" you breathe. "you're…asking someone out?" he turns to you quickly, eyes wide. "i-i don't know yet. nothing's in stone or anything." "oh," you can't fight the crestfallen tone of your voice, your evident disappointment that you can't keep tucked under your tongue.

he's been talking to someone? but he kisses me all the time. we're together all the time. when did he even meet them?

you want to ask, but you don't. you can't. you want to send a barrage of clarifying rounds straight at him, but you bite your tongue. you swallow down the thickness of your hurt and return to your initial task. now you feel like you might be sick. your poem is lost somewhere in the mess of his room and your feelings are lost somewhere in the mess of his heart. there's a moment where he watches you so closely that you feel small, reduced to the size of a speck. you turn away from him, still feeling his eyes on your back. the silence holds so many questions. several minutes of your absent search pass before somewhere in your body, a feeling of deep defeat and resignation settles in. a part of you no longer cares about the poem, no longer cares about lingering around, no longer wants to feel the phantom kiss of his love's presence. "i…can't find it anywhere…maybe it's not here." you whisper to yourself as you get back to your feet. cloud's voice is soft, his apprehensiveness clear. "maybe what's not here? what is it you're looking for?" "uh…it's…nothing." you look at him and shake your head, trying to avoid both his questions and his piercing stare. his voice is layered in confusion. "gotta be something if you came all the way here for it." "i told you i missed you; two birds, one stone." despite your internal resignation, you continue looking for the poem uselessly. you would much rather keep looking than have to face him straight on. "if you tell me what it is, i can help you find it." cloud reasons, coming up behind you. you can feel his body entering your space and fright fills you just as much as desire. you feel foolish, the way you're betraying yourself for wanting him closer knowing that closer is a direct line to an endlessly broken heart. the fear is reaffirmed when cloud wraps his arms around your waist from behind. "it's just…a stupid poem thing and it's embarrassing so i don't want to talk about it. i just want to find it." you maunder, bashful as your face fills with heat. you hear his softening sigh. "well…do you…want help?" you feel his chin rest atop your head. even while the future of your relationship is suddenly tossed up in the air, you can't bring yourself to push him away, to put a healthy space between you both. no, you indulge as you always do, sinking into his hold as your weight rests back against his chest. a hard huff of air through your lips. "not particularly." "so…" his voice trails. "are you giving up on finding it for right now?"

and you can hear the alternative implication of his questioning. he told you he wanted you to hurry so he could have your eyes and opinion on his project. your whole chest quakes. you can't deny him now, even knowing the project likely spells the end of an era you struggle to feel fully satisfied by but settle for anyway. anything with him is better than nothing. anything for him is all that you care for. you feign annoyance, groaning. "ugh yes, we can move on to your thing. show me." you turn as he hurriedly moves away from you, watching him leave you while your body yearns for his closeness the moment it's gone. carefully, he presents his project to you for your formal viewing. you try to perceive it without the notion of knowing this project is attached to his own line of desire. and it doesn't lead to you. "be honest. what do you think about it so far?" he asks, a slight quiver in his voice. you swallow hard, looking over the creation with careful eyes. the bottle is a medium-sized, round, bubble-shaped bottle. the glass is thick and clear with a tint of blue. inside, cloud's assembled a small brown ship with intricate gold carvings on the side of its body. the three masts of the ship are a tickled, blushing hue of pink. your favorite. you can't help but wonder how much of them is like you, how much of them are the best parts that he likes in you without the 'you' attached. your heart cracks as you notice the details of the symbols on the masts, a ribbon on one and a locket on another. you take in his paint and callous-covered fingers, the dedication showing obviously in the tips of them, in the protectiveness of his grasp as he holds it on display for you. all of you feels like it might crumble and cave in. "it's…incredible, cloud." you murmur, dejection layering your tone. "the detail in this is…i don't even have words. whoever it's for…i'm a little jealous…" you say it playfully, swaying from side to side as you look up at him with big, sorrowful eyes and a pout you force the exaggeration of to mask how genuine it feels. "it's not too much? over the top?" he asks, a serious look on his face. your pout deepens. he doesn't even notice how this could be breaking your heart, doesn't even consider the girl he's been habitually kissing for the last couple of years might not want to see him kiss anyone else, might not want to share his heart or his affections. instead, you softly admit, "i can't imagine a person who wouldn't love such a thoughtful, handcrafted gift. it's not too much. it's perfect. it seems like you know them very well. all the personal touches." your pout is a scowl now. your jealousy is bitterness. envy. you fight the urge you have to grab the gift and thrash it to the ground, hoping his desire for them will shatter with his efforts. but you know you could never break his heart that way. you know you could never give into your envy and betray him. cloud goes and places the bottle back carefully on the mount resting on his desk. when he comes back to you, his brows furrow as he notices your facial expression. almost as if he's watching your mind sink into an abyss of itself, he pokes your sinking cheeks. "what's with this look?" you try to choose your next words carefully. "you never made me a ship."

i don't think you'll ever love me like you love them; i can't compete with someone you're already doing this for.

cloud groans. "do you ever stop being a brat?" a shake of the head, catastrophizing to spare yourself the reality of the aching. "nope, but your gift is so good my heart kinda hurts about it, so it's time to cuddle and soothe my wounded ego. lay down and let me wrap." you grip his shirt and pull him closer, a slow grin appears to take the shape of his supple lips. "aw, poor baby," you'll take as much of him as you can for all the time you have left with him. you can't help but feel like exchanging intimate affection with you is merely practice for the real thing with her.  the new center of his heart. his muse. you're hurt, of course you are. you feel resentful, of course you do. you're happy for him;  you want to be. but above all, you want him; you want him more than anything that exists. seemingly noticing your dazed look, cloud lightly flicks your nose. "c'mon, little koala." and he does what he always does, consumes you in his arms, lifting you until your feet dangle just above the floor, dragged along to his bed by his strength, fueling your hopeless reverie. you do what you always do, surrender to the dizziness in your heart and let him have you.

you've been too careless. i let you have me, but will i ever be the one you want to keep?

"aren't we an odd pair? a koala and a chocobo." uttered softly with a knowing smirk. you tilt your head up then to watch the way you know he'll scrunch his face up, nose crinkling and eyes narrowing.  "kill me." he groans. you giggle, tickled by his predictability. "i always knew you wanted to die in my arms." cloud makes a noise of disgust. "ugh, shut up." he relinquishes his grip on you, allowing you to crawl into the softness of his bed. you pull back his blankets, ready to be cocooned by musk, cedar, and spice. the scent of him. he slides in next to you, laying on his back, preparing himself to be engulfed by you now. he doesn't call you little koala for no reason. you lay your head on his chest, always lulled by the steadiness of his heartbeat, always comforted by the scent of his skin. one arm tucks into yourself and the other is lazily thrown over his torso. you weave a leg between his, trapping one of his thighs in a cage of your own. his arms wrap around you securely; an embrace is an answered prayer. fingertips rub against your spine, anointing you in the fantasy of love's enlightenment. a soft relinquish of your frame to take your chin and tilt it up. you see so much fondness in his eyes before he softly pecks your lips with a smile full of reverence you think you have to be imagining to help yourself cope. he graces you with another kiss and timid lips. you don't have the heart to say no. you don't want to. you just want the strength to say he can't love someone else after. time passes in a gentle silence, but all of you screams. you're so perfectly knotted around his body; it feels like fate to know him. you thought maybe love could be a slow steep for the two of you. you knew that there was a chance all of this would amount to a mountain made of nothing, but you admittedly clung to the small part of you that extracted little tastes of hope from this behavior. now there's a question on your mind you don't think you can hold. you can't go on like this if one day you'll arrive to new girl in his life with her head on his chest, making his aquamarine irises sparkle with boundless adoration. the thought is too sickening to bite back the words. losing him is too terrifying not to know. "why didn't you tell me you were into someone?" you ask quietly. fear swallows you whole when he doesn't respond right away, but his hold on you tightens and you want to beg for him to say it means something. anything. "i…it's not…like that." stuttering out of him in surprise, it feels like a bold lie. you hum skeptically. "seems like it is," "does it…bother you?"

of course losing you to someone else bothers me. of course you ask and the implication maims me.

your lower lip trembles. you take in an audibly shaky breath. "well i mean…we're…best friends." "we are." he affirms it softly, no corrections or amendments. you think it might be easier if he skinned you alive and left you for dead. you think your budding frustration wouldn't make you suck in air between your teeth, hissing at the sting of betrayal. "but we're also…this. you know?" you say, a bit more boldly, clutching his side, digging your nails in without realizing. "i…i know….i know." quiet. uncertain.

that's all?

your frustration sighs out of you. "and we never talk about it, but now…you might be into someone? you just kissed me, but you're…possibly developing feelings for someone else." to your surprise, he groans. "jeeze, you worry so much about useless stuff that it's made you oblivious to the obvious." you frown, tightening your hold around his torso. "don't do that, cloud." "what? do you hear how you sound? you're laying in my bed with your legs and body wrapped around mine. i just kissed you. how do you not get it?" your heart starts fluttering in your chest, nervousness and confusion guiding the swarm around your fearful ribs. "i…" he stops you to murmur, "you have everything you want. you always have." something about the way he says makes your breathing increase. immediately, you sit up, looking at him with round eyes. the words are far too familiar to be a coincidence. "w-what do you mean? why are you saying that?" your voice betrays you, shaking as you ask. cloud sits up, his features contorting into something frightened but emboldened. he takes a deep breath and stands, going over to his desk while you watch him and your chest heaves from the anxious beating. softly, he admits, "i…didn't want to tell you, because i didn't want you to be upset." "t-tell me what?" there goes your heart freefalling into the depths of you when you see the familiar little white paper, jagged-spined and folded in fours. cloud holds it out to you, a shameful offering, his eyes avoiding your own as your lips part. you stare at the paper in his hand, slowly reaching for it as your stunned gaze moves up to his face. he still won't meet your eyes as he continues to speak. "i…i found your poem. the one you left. i think…the one you're looking for." and your world implodes before your eyes. "and you read it?" your voice wispy and shy. "i didn't mean to…at first. i didn't know what it was when i picked it up. i…only knew it was yours because of the handwriting. and i…i kind of figured out through the word choice…that it's…about me."

this whole time. you knew. you watched me look for it, witnessed how uselessly i'm in love with you up close.

"so you…know?" you murmur, to which he nods. your head tilts in confusion. "but you're still…" you don't know what to say. everything you've ever feared is unfurling into fruition in front of your widened eyes. you don't know what to say, don't know if you should defend yourself or vehemently deny it. though, it feels pointless. he knows you down to even your messy scrawling. cloud continues as your voice trails. "i'm sorry that you didn't get the chance to tell me when you were ready, but i'm not sorry that i know. you are my best friend, but you're my everything too. i…i love you, too." you blink in shock and your disbelieving inquiry follows. "you do?" cloud gives you a curious look, scrutinizing you with a gaze. he looks at your bewildered expression and meets it with one of borderline annoyance. he scoffs. "you have to be choosing not to notice. it's obvious." "it's not." you deny in a whisper. he gives you a pointed look and shakes his head. "it is. i won't let you deny that. look at us. look at my life. i've made sure to make room for you in every part of it. without question. you walk into my place like you're coming home. there's nothing i don't do without you or without you knowing. and i know it bothers you that i go to barrett and tifa and aerith and zack for their opinions, but it's always because i'll probably do anything you say and your advice is not always the best." "did you need to add that part?" you ask with a sudden pout at his choice of words. a careless nod. cloud grabs your face, your cheeks squished between warm and doting palms as he leans in closer, cyan suns blazing and staring at you quite boldly. "yes. i need you to understand very clearly that you and i are together. we've been together for as long as we've been like…this. you're my best friend and i love you." without waiting for a response, without waiting for your acceptance or approval, he leans in to press his lips against yours, the dam inside you crumbling at the action. fondness floods at the feeling of his lips moving against your own. he loves you. you're his best friend. and you're together. you've always been together. when he finally pulls away, you look at him in a loving daze. "so…nothing really changes?" "nothing changes." he promises softly, pecking your lips once more. "not a thing," you think about all the time you've spent together and you see all the moments where he laid his heart out on a platter for you and you devoured every drop of ardor he had to offer so gluttonously. still simpering at his proclamation, your gaze travels off to the side as you nervously question, "so uh…not to be a jealous girlfriend best friend, but…the ship…is for me, right?" cloud won't let you look away from him, refuses to let you chase his love shyly. he grips your chin and moves you to face him. he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. "yes," another to your nose. "it's for you…" a last peck on your lips. "dummy," after years of plucking petals, you finally land on he loves you.

Play fighting with any of these guys can either be really fun or a traumatic experience.

Just a few play fighting hc’s

AGSZC+Hojo

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Zack

Immediately catches on to your antics and “fights” back, also always starts a fight with you

Will definitely lift you up and toss you over his shoulder

Lets you win sometimes unless you start shit talking, will start a new round for your transgressions

Loves slamming you onto the bed or couch, absolutely takes advantage of the fact he can swing you around

He definitely knows a set or two (three) of wwe moves, can’t tell me otherwise

Will stop to make sure you’re okay after underestimating his strength, tossing you completely over the bed

Didn’t play fight with you for months after said incident ^^^^^

This boy has too much energy and is going to play with you until you’re wheezing

Will fight you any and everywhere

Angeal

Had to learn that despite him telling you a very very firm no you were going to climb him like a tree and attempt to secure a rear naked choke

Easily breaks free of any hold you manage to surprise him with (if you can get lucky enough to catch him off guard)

Caves in to your playfulness eventually but asks if you’re okay 45 million times because he can’t “hurt his baby”

Never lets you win but will prolong fights for your sake since you call him mean

Almost always ends in cuddles

Uses said cuddles as a tactic to end your assault. catching on you eventually make it your playful way of asking for cuddles

Only play fights with you in private but will occasionally do it in front of friends

Sephiroth

That man’s reflexes almost took your head off, looked at you with pure bewilderment the first time because “why do you want to hit me?”

Definitely has to get use to this form of playfulness but grows to like the amount of physical contact

On the rarest occasion he might playfully attack first, stopping whatever he was doing to play with you before casually going back about his business

Can get fed up pretty fast sometimes, will pin you down and ask “are you done now”

Memorizes any strategy you have against him (not that you ever win)

Has no idea what it even means to let you win, he’s undefeated. “you have to earn the title”

Only uses 2% of his strength when fighting you, you try to force him to use even more strength

Only play fights at home

Cloud

“What the hell are you doing?” Another bewildered look, he’s no fun right now

He’s not going to play with you…at first

Caves in after months of attempts, to your surprise he attacked you first

(He’s just hard ^)

Also likes the amount of physical contact because he’s touch starved

You thought this guy would let you win? No. Absolutely not—he’ll be damned. You know that boy loves to win.

Is definitely gonna go 3D Brawlers on you and 3 piece combo the shit out of you.

“Are you okay?” He’s smirking as he asks, as though he didn’t just leave you on the floor to die

Definitely only does this when it’s the just two of you

Hojo

Don’t even bother with this man. isn’t entertaining anything ever

Christ he’s an old man why are you trying to fight him anyways

Just wants you to get back in your pod “don’t make this more difficult than it has to be”

Slaps your hands away (kinda sassy) “I have work to do”

Are you supposed to care about his work when he only lets you out of your pod once a week? You’ve gotta enjoy this

Still touching him and refusing to get back in your pod, he sees clearly now you must want to breed

Genesis (The Rizzler)

Started play fighting with you first, he’s gotta see what positions he can contort you into for later

Also loves tossing you around, has to show you that his muscles aren’t just for show

The biggest show off of them all, isn’t going to let you win. not unless you sit on it

100% going to hunt you down for trying to slip in a shot, running away after you hit him

Likes holding you against him as all you can do is giggle and squirm

Almost always ends with you naked underneath him. I don’t make the rules, he’s gonna tickle you out of those drawers

Knows you want to fight before you know you want to fight

Will play with you in front of any of his friends and at home, also not very public about it.

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I call Genesis The Rizzler on a regular basis, you couldn’t even convince me his name is Genesis anymore

I love to love all over these guys and I can’t get it out my head. they deserve to be babied and coddled. S/o sitting on their laps headcanons for AGSZC. Yes, I’m sneaking Hojo in here again.

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Cloud

That man was shaking like a chihuahua the first time you plopped on his lap, anxiety went straight through the roof. Questions what you’re doing on him while turning a deep scarlet. He’s a sweating, stuttering mess, immediately overwhelmed

Gonna have to show him where to put his hands (physically) the first 20 times before he instinctively wraps his arms around you whenever you claim him as your seat. Over time he’ll start grabbing you by the waist, gently tugging you down to sit on his lap. Never quite vocalizing what he wants but by now there’s an unspoken language

Loves when you sit across his lap, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Cloud’s eyes fluttering shut as he buries his face into your neck, taking a deep breath, relaxing against you. He’ll hold you there for an indefinite amount of time, not quite ready for your warmth to leave him.

Will definitely fall asleep holding you, acts like he didn’t and childishly denies falling asleep once you notice. “Cloud, you were snoring.” Yea okay that doesn’t mean call the man out on it, he’s embarrassed about everything alright. Don’t tease him too much, he may go into hiding.

His favorite thing, which once again he’s not admitting to, is when you sit on his lap and pepper his face in kisses. Pretends to fight it, giving a displeased groan and half assed attempts to pull his face away from you. Secretly tries to get your lips to connect by coincidently turning his head the same time your lips should’ve met his cheek.

Zack

Prepared to be tickled and squeezed to death. Immediately reacts with glee and pulls you impossibly closer, “Well hello there babe~” you’re the one flustered and you came over here to tease him, why does he always pull the old uno reverse.

If he has to get up to do something he’s carrying you with him, placing you right back in his lap and continuing his assault of cuddles. He’s even attempted carrying you to the bathroom with him since he’s been “Holding it for so long cause he doesn’t wanna let you go”

Will scoop you up and put you in his lap at any given moment but loves it more when you seek out his attention. It just makes him feel so special when you come home from a long day and the first thing you do is drop yourself in his lap. Starts covering you in smooches proceeding to ask how your day has been.

Prefers when you straddle his lap more so he can bury his face directly in your chest, melts into the kisses you lay on the top of his head. Turns into an actual puddle when you tangle your hands in his hair, massaging and occasionally scratching his scalp. (He’s a puppy he loves his scratches)

Will fall asleep like this, definitely will be drooling on you. He’s lucky he’s Zack and everything he does is cute. If you fall asleep in his lap he’ll carry you to bed, tucking you in and crawling beside you, pulling you into more cuddles.

Clingiest one out of the bunch, will get pouty if you deny rights to the throne his lap. You can’t leave him without affection for too long he might stop breathing. Thinks something is wrong when you come home and you don’t plop into his lap as a greeting. If there’s nothing going on with you he puts on his best puppy face “is there something wrong with me then?” Give him what he wants, he doesn’t want much.

Hojo

I know, I know. Why would anyone, right? Stockholm syndrome of course, he’s all you really know and the only person that interacts with you. So when you climbed in his lap for the first time for comfort it felt so right, until he moved from under you less than a minute later.

“I don’t have any use for whatever affections you’re trying to offer me.” Mean old man, playing hard to get and that’s fine. “I only let you out to get a bit of freedom, it would be wrong to leave you in there all of the time.” Finally, a crack in his facade. In turn you respond with a question “Why is it wrong to leave me in my pod all of the time? I don’t ever see you let the others out.” Ignores you for weeks following such a call out but can’t help letting you out eventually.

At some point you notice your attempts to sit in his lap are no longer met with an immediate reaction. He always acknowledges you, at least sparing a glance towards you. It takes baby steps but at least you can sit in his lap for up to 30 minutes now.

Never going to be outwardly affectionate but eventually he stops moving you while you sit on his lap and delves into whatever research you have no interest in no understanding of. “As long as I’m stationary I suppose you could stay for a bit.” Puts his hand on the small of your back if he feels like your balance is off.

Oh he’s wrapping his arms around you now? Not really, at least that’s what Hojo claims. He’s just trying to get a more comfortable position while he’s fiddling with his computer. Apparently it’s also easier to write if he puts one of his arms around your waist. Victory achieved, he lets you use him as a seat.

Angeal (best boy for real)

This suave guy here, definitely pulled you into his lap first during a movie night you two were having. “I just thought you were too far away.” He says, as though the two of you weren’t sitting directly next to each other. muscles arms wrapping around you snuggly.

Angeal’s respectfully touchy, hands roaming over your thighs, rubbing circles soothingly on your back, fingers trailing along your arm. Hands still only touching modest areas of your body. “Look at me.” Likes to make eye contact before kissing you, giving you a warm smile when the two of you part

Sometimes can’t help himself, whispering loving words into your ear as he holds you, opening up emotionally and telling you how much he loves and appreciates you. Other times he just talks to you about any and everything as he holds you.

His favorite form of comfort when he’s feeling troubled. Will just sit quietly with you in his arms even after venting to you about what’s on his mind. Doesn’t always talk about what’s bothering him, opting to stay silent and bury his face into your neck instead.

Lets out a sigh of relief upon making physical contact with you, also melts like butter when you play with his hair. Leaning into your touch when you massage his scalp, he’s practically purring. Especially loves it when you lightly rake your nails across his facial hair occasionally giving his chin little scratches. Makes him smile and he doesn’t even realize it til you point it out.

Sephiroth

This is the one that gets all of the babying. Wasn’t sure what to say nor do the first time you sat in his lap but after a little direction he quickly got comfortable. Very nonverbal about wanting to be coddled but he stares at you until you understand what he wants.

You kind of got him addicted to the amount of affection you show him, climbing on his lap, making him lock eyes with you and telling him just how special you think he is. All of which causes him to blush deeply, it doesn’t matter how many times you do this, he’s a tomato by the time you're done talking to him.

Of course he loves you playing in his hair while you sit on his lap, fingers running through silky strands, hand resting on the back of his neck once you’re done but still unwilling to move. Likes burying his face in your hair, enjoying your scent and holding you tightly.

Holds you against him like you might slip through his hands some days, especially after Genesis goes missing. He constantly seeks out your touch, this is when he starts pulling you into his lap himself, burying his face into your neck. Once Sephiroth called it “his favorite hiding place” he may not let you go for hours.

Is also going to tote you around your home because he isn’t ready to let you go, will read with you in his lap or take care of any work (that he’s allowed to) with you there, his hand rubbing your thigh for extra comfort. Loves when you rub his ear as he reads, found it to be a bit odd at first but you say his ears are cute so he’s inclined to let you do as you please.

When things go south with Angeal there isn’t a moment he isn’t underneath you. Sephiroth’s lap is about the only place he’ll let you sit in private, only parting with you to use the bathroom, shower or of course go to work. Definitely starts falling asleep with you on his lap. If he’s going to sleep so are you though, carrying you to bed and snuggling up to you

Genesis (yes yes, The Rizzler pt 2)

Pulled you into his lap first while teasing you, didn’t let you go for a while because “I wasn’t expecting such a simple act to feel so perfect.” Tells you how beautiful you are as he wraps his arms around you. His words can be too much sometimes, all you can do is tuck yourself into his neck and smile. Which is fine with him, he’s going to keep talking because he knows you love it.

Dunno about yall, but I think this man can sing. One hand firmly set on your thigh, making sure he holds you in place, his other hand on your chin to make sure that you’re looking at him. Sings you love songs and makes sure to make eye contact with you on the lyrics he feels you two connect to the most. It’s contagious and you can’t help but sing along with him at times.

Of course he reads Loveless to you while you sit in his lap. It makes him smile when he realizes you actually pay attention every time he reads it instead of drowning him out like others tend to. Sometimes uses it as an excuse to hold you in place a bit longer. “Let me finish the next act and I’ll let you up.” Genesis ends up reading Loveless in its entirety; it doesn't fail.

Loves you straddling his lap, hands immediately finding purchase on your waist. “Give me a kiss sweetheart.” You were the one supposed to be making him melt. true owner of the uno reverse card. Sitting on his lap like this may result in you ending up in your back.

Loves words of praise, tell him exactly how you feel as he holds you. His arms wrapping around you tighter with each word that reaches his heart. Sometimes the two of you are so love sick and just get wrapped up saying the sweetest things to each other.

“Mmm my Genny-poo~” you coo at him from time to time. One of the only ways to make him blush, maybe it’s how sickeningly sweet it is that causes a light tint to spread across his cheeks. Called him that in front of Angeal and Sephiroth once, Sephiroth now frequently calls him Genny-poo to torment him.

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Genesis especially has been rotting my brain lately, which I have no complaints about. This man is getting a whole fic from me.

Very often I think about Sephiroth crawling in my bed and napping. Cause why not? Headcanons for Sephiroth Angeal Cloud Zack +Tseng and Rufus? if they have consistent access to your home. I doubt they’d do anything too invasive…that doesn’t go for Rufus and Tseng

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Zack

haven’t been paying enough attention to him he’s worried about you, you haven’t sent him your routine messages that let him know you made it to work or when you were heading home and that’s just weird. “What could be more important than thinking about me?”

Love him all you want, he’s eating your favorite snacks like a greedy little monster, it doesn’t matter if you buy enough to accommodate both of you. It takes a lot of food to fuel that man’s body, so that just means you started buying more for him to eat in addition to what he already steals right?

Doesn’t really snoop around while you’re gone but if something catches his attention he’s going to investigate. You’ll catch him with something in his hands that you haven’t seen in ages but still claims he doesn’t actually go through your things…sure buddy

Tries to straighten up messes, most of which he makes, but I dunno man. Something about Zack doesn’t scream world’s most tidy man and he doesn’t pay attention to fine detail. It’s the effort that counts right? He’ll at least take your trash out for you and clean up any obvious messes.

Will find him sprawled out on your couch waiting for you to get home, snoring and drooling all over the arm of your sofa…god he’s so fucking adorable and he’s just waiting for you to get home and cuddle him. After all you gave him a key for anything important.

Cloud

Yall know I’m making the “you like krabby patties don’t you squidward” face mhm..anyways are those most definitely your underwear in his hands that he’s so poorly trying to hide behind his back. Not to mention the underwear hanging out of his pocket. “You know Cloud,I heard you were a perv but fuck.”

After that day he didn’t use his key for a while. No, that’s not what he was there for originally. He was waiting for you to get to your home after an argument the two of you had on the phone to speak to you in person. Who knew that in his boredom his feet would led him to your drawers? There wasn’t too much to argue about anymore, not after asking if he wanted the ones on your ass too. He did and he got them off of you personally.

Will also straighten up things he sees in disarray, especially if he knows you like things a particular way. Will also feed and take care of any other needs your pet has if you have one. He gives your pet way more attention in private than he does around you.

The “Oh I fixed it” guy. If he isn’t there by the time you get back there might be a list of miscellaneous items he fixed. Eventually he stops making the lists considering you didn’t even realize what needed fixing and when, knowing that his actions are always appreciated.

Genesis

Because what more of an excuse does he need to freely enter your home than being Genesis? He’s coming to get your attention and recite Loveless to you while creating parallels between you and the words of his beloved epic.

Mad at him? Ignoring him? That’s not going to work, you better take that key back if you really don’t want him in your face. He’s not going to knock, sweet boy is coming straight in to fix whatever turmoil has risen between the two. Sometimes bearing gifts in these moments but he delivers you gifts when you’re not mad at him as well.

Noticed one thing isn’t very tidy, taken in account that perhaps you’ve been too tired or not in the best of moods lately. He’s going to end up cleaning your home just as he would keep his own. It’s the least he can do to help his darling.

Somehow makes your entire home smell like him, it’s like he has a Febreze can of himself that he sprays around the place. It’s just him spraying his cologne everywhere to mark his territory like a cat.

Sets up cute dates for when you arrive. This is especially convenient considering the two of you have such busy/conflicting schedules. Making sure to take care of anything around your home so you can solely focus on unwinding from the events of the day and on him.

Sometimes you’ll come home to fresh flowers sitting on your living room table. Along with a sickly sweet note, a quote from Loveless thrown in, and addressed to “his goddess”.

Angeal (ily break into my home pls I just wanna talk)

The master at taking care of his “beautiful liege”. Originally got a key to your home to pick up some things you needed for work but seeing the disarray of your apartment causes him to pause. It doesn’t bother him but if you needed help being taken care of you should have asked. Poor baby feels bad for not noticing that he needs to take care of you far more than he already does.

Yeah, you actually never got the things you needed for work that day. Only receiving a short text from Angeal claiming he would “be there soon”. Stepping into your home you can’t help but notice that it smells amazing. Beginning your trek to the couch toss your things down you go to step over some books that you swear were going to get picked up two weeks ago. Looking around you can’t help but notice the whole apartment is spotless. No longer able to hold the irritation you held with Angeal for bailing on you earlier, as you realize why he never showed up.

He refuses to give you back “his” your key after this. He won’t enter without your permission of course, even if you’re home, the man’s polite after all. Certainly wont go through your things unlike Cloud and Zack but can often be found curled up in your bed if it takes a while for you to get home.

You already know this man is cooking for you, normally timing when he’ll finish a meal with the time you get home so it’s fresh cause he “needs the best for his baby”. He’ll also do things like having a bath running for you, will join if you want him to, he’ll wash you up himself since you “shouldn’t have to lift another finger today”. Once again due to such a busy and conflicting schedule this is the easiest routine for you two.

Sometimes it seems like he lives there, seemingly spending more time at your place than at his own. Which is just fine with him, home is where his heart belongs, and his heart belongs with you.

Sephiroth (the cutest one idk i usually write my favorite one last but between Angeal, Seph and Rufus+Tseng idk) {After Genesis goes missing to highlight his emotional state}

To say the look on that man’s face was stressed was an understatement. As you walked into his office, immediately asking our dear Sephi what was wrong. Not one to go into too much detail Sephiroth explains he’d just like to be alone. That right now everything is a bit much for him to deal with and he doesn’t want to be found “unless it’s by you”. Prompting you to offer up your apartment, knowing nobody would look for him there.

Hesitant to accept your offer because he doesn’t want to intrude or make himself an inconvenience to you. A statement that makes you roll your eyes because Sephiroth could never be a bother. It doesn’t take much convincing for him take your keys and disappear from the Shinra building.

When you get home Sephiroth you can tell he’s made himself at home. His shirtless form opens the door for you, giving you a quick kiss and asking how your day has been. Noting that he looks a bit more well rested than he did earlier. As you walk around you can kind of tell what he’s been up to, a few of your books are sitting on the couch along with his laptop. Nothing out of the ordinary really, asking what he’s been up to and if he’s feeling better.

Scooping you up in his arms he carries you to the bedroom, stating that he’s just been “waiting for you”. Giggling at the sight of your bed you gawk at him asking “did you make a pillow fort?!” He actually looks a little prideful when he tells you he did and that “the structural integrity is absolutely astounding.” He’ll only let you leave the fort for good reasons, either food or the bathroom seems to be the only things he lets you get up for so far.

In the morning you give him a spare key, telling him to feel free to use it whenever. And that he does, the next day finding him cocooned in your blankets on the couch. The only thing you can see is his beautiful green eyes peeking at you from his nest of blankets. Hiding in your home definitely becomes a routine for him, only going to his own for clothes and whatever other items he may need. Spending a few nights at his own place every so often to give you space (that you never needed he just worries). Just a few nights every so often though cause why does he need to be there “when everything I want is here”

Rufus+Tseng (they’re definitely a package deal, can’t tell me otherwise) ffff-hi Reno you weren’t supposed to be here but my mind has now put you here

You certainly didn’t give these guys access to your home. Walking through your apartment after a long day, to what you thought was going to be a relaxing evening. Instead being greeted by a massive guard hound, well that wasn’t on your schedule but it seemed to get penciled in “what the fuck is that?” You can’t help but spit out, reaching for your pistol only to be interrupted by a foreign voice

“Now don’t be rude Y/N. The things you just got done doing are far more terrifying than my DarkStar.” Your eyes immediately darting around to find the owner of that voice- Who is this pretty blonde fuck sitting on your couch? Legs crossed, arm propped against the arm rest with his head held up by his hand. It’s almost like he’s trying to look as disinterested as possible in…whatever it was they were here for.

Not to mention the guy standing beside him, long black hair pulled back neatly…yeah, that’s just screaming to be pulled. Drawing his weapon the minute you reached for your own, telling you to drop it and to step towards them slowly. As you start taking steps towards the duo your arm is grabbed and being twisted behind your back. Their chest rumbling against your back as they chuckle.

“Oh, this one is so cute. How do we feel about ‘em bossman?” craning your neck to get a look at your assailant, being greeted by a red head with a goofy grin on his face. My god he was easy on the eyes as well. Sporting a suit similar to the raven haired man, his shirt unbuttoned, leaving his chest deliciously exposed. If it weren’t obvious you were in danger you might’ve thought you were in for a treat. Jumping a bit as his other hand starts roaming your body. Letting out a chuckle as Reno speaks stating that he’s “just checking for weapons, ya know how it goes. Unless..” his tone turning flirtatious to be cut off swiftly by Tseng, requesting you take a seat.

Reno, as the gentleman he is, assists you in your seat. All but shoving you down as he leaves his hands resting on your shoulders. You make it clear not to him “mishandle the merchandise” only for him to tell you he “can do better later.” Quickly shutting down the interaction between Reno and yourself finally asking who they were and why they were here. Rufus does a majority of the talking he is the center of attention of course, going into detail about how the Turks have been tracking you for the past year. Going through the list of atrocities you’ve committed along with some pretty damning evidence.

“Wow, you kill a few people and now the government is breaking into your home? I don’t know if this is really warranted.” At that comment you receive a rather pointed glance from Tseng and a raised eyebrow from Rufus. Finally getting to the point after Tseng lectures you on how this is a serious matter and there’s no time to play. They offer you a job with them, “redemption” as Rufus called it. While sure you’re a criminal, you indirectly solved a lot of their problems and you’re the final loose end they needed secured. “Or, you can go back to prison, but this time for the rest of your life.”

Though Tseng made it clear, if you can’t pass their training and be a successful member of the Turks you’ll be going prison anyway. Your smarts and ability to have snuck through the system this long is what got their attention drawn to you, well Rufus’ attention. Tseng thinks picking up “low-life criminals” to join their forces is far below them. Besides, they don’t really need you anyways, they just want you.

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Crying cause I hate I can tell when I first started writing this and when I finally found it and finished. Saving things to drafts seems like a dangerous game I won’t be playing again. I couldn’t think of anything to add to characters I already wrote for. Definitely making the last hc something bigger and is now main priority.

Cloud Strife x Oc(Reader)

Warnings: A bit of angst(I think not proof read), fluff, reader is oc. Reader if Tifa and Clouds' best friend.

Team Strife's first mission-oneshot

“Tifaaaaaa,how much longer do we have to climb these stairs!!!”

In all honesty, I was most certainly not prepared for this. And not the nagging coming barret, it was the worst. “Stop whining.” cloud said as you can see the sweat forming on his forehead. “Speak for yourself strife, your face is shiny.” she joked as she turned around to face him, almost tripping. She caught herself by the wall next to her. This made cloud smirk which was rare. He opened his mouth before he got caught off by Aerith, “Ryo, you should know by now, stop sleeping so much and work out. That's why you get tired easily.” she scolded, making Ryo roll her eyes. As they reached the top of the stairs. “Since you’ve made it this far, it’s only fair that I congratulate you for it.” a monotone voice said, as they reached the end of the stairs. Ryo’s eyes widened as she noticed the figure. So did clouds’. “What are you doing here?!” he practically yelled at him as he stood in front of Ryo, shielding her from him. She stood there frozen wide eyes staring at him, not knowing what to do. “If you don't remove yourself cloud, I’ll do it myself. We have unfinished business.” his voice was stearn. “You’ll have to get through me if you want her-” “seph, what are you doing?” “you’re scaring Ryo, look at her '' and indeed he was, Ryo stood there shocked at what was happening. In front of her stood: sephiroth, zack, and genesis. Her old teammates and her mentor who was supposed to be her soon-to-be-husband, but she didn't want to marry him as much as her father wanted her too. She didn't love Sephiroth as he did, and he still loved her even after she left him. Maybe she did a tiny bit, but not as much as him. Cloud nodded his head at Tifa and Aerith, they stood next to her making Ryo yell, “Enough!” they all looked at each other,then at her. “You all need to stop acting like children!” Ryo was upset, she didn’t like being upset at others for stupid reasons. She walked past Sephiroth and the others. Making sure he heard her. But not the others. “If you continue like this, you’re never gonna get anywhere. You’ll eventually be left all alone. I won’t have any pity left for any of you.” her green eyes glowing as he knew what that meant. The room went quiet after that, ryo was the first to make the move. Her katana clashing with Zack's buster sword. As he barely dogged it. He noticed her green eyes glowing. “You shouldn’t let him get to you. Come back.” she gritted her teeth as she pushed harder. Making him lose his balance and stumble back. Genesis caught him in time. “You all should know this by now. You’re no match for her. No one is.” they knew that voice, it wasn't her. She was being controlled like a puppet. “It’s impossible to defeat her!” she said as started laughing like a maniac. “The ShinRA PROJECT has now been completed!” They all knew what was going to happen, whether they liked it or not. They had to fight ryo. And they had to use teamwork. Otherwise it wouldn't work.

A/N: This is very old, it's been in my drafts for a while now lol. Sorry for any grammer mistakes, and my very first post:), hope you enjoyed I might make a part two. Not sure yet,

Cloud Strife x Reader(oc): Part 2

Warnings: Bit of angst, fluff, maybe a bit suggestive? Idk, not proofread. I wrote this at 2am lol. I have school at 7am 🥲, part two of cloud strife x reader(oc)

Probly the longest fic I wrote lol, I'm dying;*;

Modern au| my au

Part 1

As they were all in fighting stances, they couldn't help but glance at each other. Some of the enemies thought of attacking her friends, but they knew they didn't have time for that. She was under the control of her father, and the person Genesis, Zack, and Sephiroth. Her green eyes glow as her grip on the katana tightens, glaring at them as her eyes quickly scan the room and them as she looks for an opening. She grunts, running towards sephiroth as he blocks her by his sword from her hit of the katana. He knows how powerful she is if she really tried fighting. Which, unfortunately isn't the case right now.

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Sighing deeply as she makes her way back home after a long day of restless training, her body sore and in pain from all the work cloud had put her in today. Whining softly when she falls flat on her bed, she shares a dorm room with Sephiroth, Genesis, Cloud, and Zack. Not the best combination for a guy group to be stuck with. Her body hurts in the worst ways one could ever dream of. There's a soft knock on the door, which makes her hum softly, letting them enter as her 'team' enters the room.

"Your father wants to see you."

She hums, already knowing who his voice is and who he is. Cloud strife. A close childhood friend of hers, and also her father's right-hand man.

"I can't get up...my body's numb..."

She speaks out, cheeks flushing from just how hot and sweaty her body feels. He sighs, shaking his head. He'd been a bit too aggressive on her recently, feeling guilty about it, and maybe he should treat her, a reward.

"I'm sure you can walk a bit more. You should also shower too. You smell."

He's teasing her, and she whines stuffing her face further into her pillows and screaming into them, which makes him jump a bit. He frowns. Yeah, he's definitely been too harsh on her. As she stops screaming, she gets up. It's not long before her head feels dizzy and too hot for her own liking. It just turned September, and a few locals have been getting the flu or fever. Her eyes are hooded as she tries breathing in deeply, her cheeks flushed red she's about to pass out before Cloud rushes over to her quickly making sure she doesn't hurt herself if she were to pass out on the floor. She grunts, her body laying limp in his arms as she tries to stay awake.

'I pushed her too hard... Did she have this fever during training....?'

He thinks to himself, worried for her health and self being. She grunts, turning her head away as she tries to stay awake, a soft smile on her lips which make him frown even deeper.

"Sorry... I've been sick for a while, I didn't think it would get this worse...."

She coughs, shuddering softly as she huddles herself further into his warmth. He quickly indulges her, keeping her warm, not wanting her to feel cold as he rests the back of his hand on her forehead, checking her temperature.

'It's warm... too warm, she has a fever..'

He thinks, now getting worried as he picks her up bridal style and lays her in bed, he pushed her too far. Letting his anger out on her, making him feel extremely guilty. The least he could do to redeem himself is take care of her when she needs it the most. She deserves rest, and someone being able to take care of her.

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She grunts, her green eyes glaring at clouds bright blue eyes. There's a glint that he barely misses as he pushes her back, the weight of his sword almost making her lose balance as she yelps. It's not long before they finally manage to defeat her. Her body is limp against the floor as her eyes stay closed. Her eyebrows furrowed, lips turned into a straight line. Her ender necklace resting against her neck as it shines, a small glowing spirit light shines bright above her. It's a small fairy, a fairy that has kept her protected. They all watch as the small glowing fairy comes out of her necklace in awe, not knowing it had a little friend inside. Her eyes flutter open softly, her baby blue eyes returning once more. The fairy speaks in a language they can't understand, only she can as she speaks back.

"謝謝你，即使你沒能對我父親做任何事。 謝謝你讓我活著，我的朋友。"

It's a sacred language she was able to learn, and cloud also learned it too, so he understands everything they're saying. The fairy continues to glow in a bright light, almost blinding them. The fairy chirps at Ryo, returning its rightful place in the necklace as the light vanishes and almost like it was before the dark tames returns.

"I'm sorry...I didn't think he'd go this far..."

Her words are mumbled when she's pulled into an embrace, one that feels all too familiar. Her cheeks flush when she doesn't receive any words back. Sighing happily as she lays in her best friends arms, and maybe just maybe there's a hint of romance in between this fateful life they share.

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AN: Just wanted to say, that was one of the longest fics I wrote in a while lol, it also feels weird to be back writing. I'm not used to posting on tunblr so here's part two😅 I didn't finish this on the same day I started writing. But I somehow managed to finish at 2am lol. Hopefully you guys enjoyed:), please send in some requests and I'll try my best:D

Have a wonderful day/night! <3

☄︎. *. ⋆ PRETTY INSECURITIES •°. *࿐

➵ In which an ex soldier is so deeply enchanted by his [Y/N] that he doesn’t see the look of distraught evident in her form. Oops?

➵ fem!reader with she/her pronouns !

➵ warning: extremely ooc soft cloud but I love him so it’s fine ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌

Come Inside Of My Heart - IV of Spades

0:05-〇───── 4:06

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VOLUME: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇ 100%

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Cloud couldn’t think straight today. Usually he had his head on his shoulders but his mind was else where.

A burning sensation began to form in the bottom of his belly from anticipation and he anxiously rubbed his hands together as he looked [down/ up] at the girl before him.

He wasn’t listening to anything she was saying but all of his attention was on her pretty lips and the way they moved.

His eyes flicked back and forth from her lips to her eyes a few times until he suddenly grew confused at the tears that were escaping her pretty eyes.

He frowned, gently wiping her eyes but she quickly pushed his hand away in frustration.

“You’re not listening to me, Cloud. Gods!” She cried out frustrated. She passed her fingers in her hair in anger and paced back and forth as he stood there, watching.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, grabbing her shoulders and making her face him as she scoffed in his face.

“I was telling you why but you were ignoring me.” She sniffled, looking down at the floor as she felt his gaze all over her form.

“Explain to me again. I hate seeing you so upset and I’m…I’m sorry for making you sad just talk to me.” She tried to walk away from him but he held her hands in his, placing his pink lips onto of them.

“St..stop being so sweet you jerk…I’m just tired of this, Cloud. Every single day we hang out you always find a way to talk about her. At first I didn’t mind it because I knew how hurt you were with losing her, but every time we plan to do something you bring her up. I respect you and that you need to mourn, but I just feel insecure.”

[Y/N] wrapped her arms across her chest and stepped away from him as he tried to comprehend what she said.

“You have every right to be upset about Aerith, but sometimes I feel like you would prefer her. I’m not trying to sound jealous and no way am I trying to sound mean but that’s just how I feel.” She whispered.

Silence was the only response she received and decided walking out of the door after a few moments of waiting was what needed to happen.

He gulped but quickly ran out of the room only to find her hugging Tifa good-bye and leaving.

Without saying a word to his best friend, he quickened his footsteps and followed behind his [Y/N].

“Baby, listen to me!” Finally catching up to her, he walked side by side with her, barely able to fit on the small sidewalk that was just outside of Seventh Heaven.

It was beginning to get chilly, but [Y/N] was determined to get home by foot and forget today even happened.

Cloud had other plans though.

“You can’t just say that to me and try to forget the conversation. Just give me a second to explain.” He asked desperately as he grabbed her form and shoved her gently against the wall.

Trapping her with his arm, he tried catching eye contact as she continued to try to look anywhere but his bright blue eyes.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. Even before i had her. You were my best friend since childhood. You were my first love and my last one because I can never love someone the way I do with you. Look at me, please.” Grabbing her cheek, he nibbled his bottom lip as he saw more tears escape her eyes.

“I’m so sorry I bring her up all the time. That isn’t right or fair to you. I’m going to try my absolute hardest to stop that stupid habit of mine because you are what I want and need. Yes, I miss her, but I need you.”

He felt his eyes prickle with tears of his own but continued to speak exactly what he needed to say.

“My heart hurts so much seeing you cry and knowing it’s because of me, gods I’m sorry. For so long I was someone I wasn’t. I created something that never existed but you were always by my side through it all. I fucking love you and only you.”

It was silent between the two of them but his heart soared as she sniffled against his chest and held him tightly.

“Don’t cry anymore, please.”

She pulled away and cleared her throat.

“I’m not crying, something was in my eyes.” She mumbled but the both of them giggled quietly.

“Thank you, that means…so much to me.” He wiped her eyes and smiled.

“I’d do anything for you. I love you so much.” He hummed, swaying both of their forms side to side softly.

[Y/N] grabbed his chin and quickly captured his lips with hers.

The both felt content and a lot closer than before now that they discussed the issue at hand.

Everyday is a new obstacle for Cloud. He wasn’t used to being so vulnerable but knowing he had her beside him made all those difficult times worth going through hell and back.

Going hell and back because he knew she was rooting for him on the other side. And that’s all he ever needs.

☄︎. *. ⋆ PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME SO ALONE •°. *࿐

➵ in which cloud needed a reality check before it’s too late.

➵fem!reader with she/her pronouns!

➵ warnings: OOC cloud ??? jealously, mentions of aerith and zack, NOT PROOF READ BECAUSE IM LAZY LOL

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‎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ‎ Pearls~ Sade

‎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 0:20 〇────── 4:33

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Cloud never felt such confusion and heartache until this very moment that he was sitting in Seventh Heaven, drinking to his heart content.

Why did she leave me so alone?

He felt his hand itch towards his pocket, his phone that had her picture as his lock screen that he remembered taking when the two left Midgard for a small trip to watch the stars for the first time, had showed no notifications from anyone.

I miss her.

He thought as he chugged down the last remaining sips of his drink. He looked up, making eye contact with Tifa, his eyes pleading for another.

“I’m cutting you off tonight, Cloud. I can’t stand seeing you mope around like this anymore. You need to talk to her.”

He wanted to stubbornly say no and say he would do it later, that he just wanted to relax and drink to really think of what to do, but he knew she deserved better.

A better explanation, a better boyfriend even. But he was selfish. He was so selfish to leave the way he did and still wanting her back in his arms right after.

“I…I can’t…she hates me.” He whispered, playing with the red string on his arm as it seemed rather interesting now that his best friend had her attention on him.

“You know [Y/N] better than all of us, Cloud. You know she would never hate you no matter what you do. Bless that girls heart because she has more patience than anyone I’ve known.”

Cloud knew she was right, tifa always was as annoying as it was.

But yet, he still felt embarrassed, insecure, and scared that if he went back home, this would be it, that this was the end of the two.

“[Y/N] told me what you did. You’re a mean loser who deserves to sleep on the streets tonight.” Yuffie huffed as she juggled around three materia orbs in her small hands.

“I didn’t mean it.” He tried to explain, but his friends glances were all he needed to know to really fix things up before everything became worse.

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t meet you so soon after her.”

He felt his chest ache and his eyes burn as he remembered those veil words escape his mouth earlier that day.

The two were arguing about god knows what, it was a pointless argument but you were so head on to stay talking about the situation instead of walking away like he would do, you really wanted to resolve this.

But he wouldn’t listen and you felt like you were talking to a brick wall.

You rather a brick wall than having to hear that sentence leave his lips.

You rather not ever hear a response from him again than ever feel the way you did the moment he yelled at you the way he did.

“For what it’s worth, Cloud. Y/N, truly loves you. Nothing would ever make her hate you, no matter how much sometimes we wish she did…maybe there would be someone who would truly love and appreciate her kindness.” Tifa bit her lip at Reno’s sincere words, everyone knew he what he said was honest from his heart.

Cloud knew it as well, which made him clench his jaw even harder.

Yuffie groaned, glaring at the red head as he shrugged, but everyone knew why he was pushing Cloud this way.

‘Just a little closer to the edge and he’ll jump.’

“I wonder how Zack would react with you crushing not only on his dead girlfriend, but being so hung up on her that you’re abandoning your own. I’d be embarrassed to even be mentioned in the same sentence if I were him.”

“You bastard!” Tifa made a small squeak as all the drinks on the bar were splashed away, a frail body now taking their places as the blond held a deathly grip on the turk’s neck.

“Cloud!” Everyone yelled, trying to get his steel grip on Reno off, but he wasn’t giving up just yet.

“Hurts doesn’t it? Words cloud, words hurt.” The two stared at each other, trying to beat the other from the harsh glares the two were piercing one another with. Usually Reno would back off rather quickly, joking around how serious Cloud looked.

But cloud was the one to look away this time. No words came from him as he picked up his buster sword, ignoring everyone’s concerned looks as he walked out of Seventh Heaven and into the cold night.

He grimaced as he saw his apartment that he lived with his girlfriend up ahead. No lights shinning like they usually would, the curtains drawn and no noises were heard. You could hear a pen drop from how quiet it was.

That scared him.

Cloud quickly unlocked the door, frowning as it already was unlocked when he knew [Y/N] and how she’d always lock the door after she came in or out, paranoid of the possibilities that could happen.

He almost lost his balance as he saw all of her clothes thrown all over the place, her shoes in the mix as well.

He walked slowly, gripping his sword tightly and made his way to their shared room. He couldn’t think straight, scared something or someone had taken her away from him once again.

But he felt a sense of relief when he heard sobs and sniffles coming inside yet his heart was aching at the same time.

Knocking on the the door slowly, Cloud felt his heart beat going faster than usual, hearing the way it gotten quiet all of a sudden.

“Go away, asshole.”

Ignoring her words, Cloud opened the door gently, his eyes immediately falling on her form that was sitting next to the window, the moon looming over her as her crystal like tears illuminated in the moonlight.

She looked so pretty when she cries.

Cloud placed his things down, making his way over. He felt his hands begin to shake as he gently picked her up and placed her on his lap.

A tight yet soft grip was launched onto her waist when she tried getting up, but to no luck she was staying put.

“Please just listen to me, okay? I want to apologize to you, baby.” He placed his cheek onto hers, feeling the tears that streamed down her face onto his as he held her and he continued.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for saying such hurtful things. I’m so glad I met you when I did. I said that out of anger, out of frustration and you didn’t deserve that. It was so wrong of me.”

He felt his own tears brim his eyes as he spoke and felt her form pausing as she took everything in.

“What Aerith and I had…it’s over and done with. Even if she…even if she was alive right now, deep in my heart I know I’d still fall for you. I’d go through that pain all over again just to be able to see a glance of you for just a second even if it meant you’d never would’ve been mine. You make everything worth fighting for and I’m so sorry.”

No words were spoken for a good while, but Cloud cried as he felt her sob in his neck, wrapping her arms around him as she faced his front in the chair they both sat on.

“You’re such a jerk.”

“I know baby, I know I am.” He moved her hair out of the way as he looked deep in her eyes, taking every crevice on her pretty face that he would never get tired of looking at.

“I love you, so much. Please don’t hate me.” A soft chuckle escaped her mouth and her head shook in disagreement.

“I could never hate you, Cloud. No matter the circumstances I could and never will hate you.”

☄︎. *. ⋆ STARLIGHT GAZES •°. *࿐

➵ summary : Marlene asks how you and cloud met, but she didn’t expect the response she got.

➵fem!reader with she/her pronouns!

➵ warnings: none besides Cloud being adorable as usual! Possible spoilers and miss spelling…(-0-)

➵ authors note: I’m going to try to continue posting more often, but recently got a full time job at a bank, who would’ve thought hm? Anyways, requests are always open!!

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⠀⠀⠀‎ ⠀⠀⠀‎ ⠀⠀⠀ ‎ Less of you~ Keshi

⠀⠀⠀‎ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀‎ 0:20 〇────── 3:27

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“How’d you and [N/N] meet, Cloud?” Stopping abruptly at the question, Cloud placed the plate he was scrubbing down on the sink and chuckled.

“I’m not sure you would want to know that, Mars. Probably less romantic as you may think.” Shoving a spoonful of the soup Tifa had made for her and Denzel that afternoon, she sat quietly.

Cloud was another father figure to her, always telling her such amazing stories about when he was a child now that he regain his correct memories, his experience with fighting sephiroth and saving humanity, but never once did he speak about the story of his lover.

He did talk about her all the time yes, but whenever Marlene asked about how they met, in her eyes she could tell that he was nervous.

‘Not until you’re older will I tell you.’

He told her one day when the group of them went out to see the stars together for a camping trip. Everyone went off to find firewood while Cloud stayed with the children just incase.

That was when she brought up the topic last time and was extremely frustrated whenever he brushed off her question but it was clear the blond was not budging.

That night was almost two years ago now and Marlene felt she had waited long enough to hear the story.

“Please tell me, I’ve been waiting ages Cloud!” She whined, playing with the small pieces of bread on the wooden table as she looked at his teal blue eyes.

“Fine fine, you’ll have to wash my bike for a week though.” He softly teased as he sat down next to her, ignoring her whines again.

He felt his hands start to sweat a bit his lip from nervousness but stay cool as he began.

FIVE YEARS AGO

You stood sternly as you ignored the eyes that stayed on your form, watching your every move as you waited.

It’s been 15 minutes already of waiting, although it wasn’t obvious on your face, you were becoming irritated.

After being thrown down here by Corneo’s goons, you just wanted to get this over with, find out what you needed and get the hell out of here.

Tifa, a girl you met in town was still sleeping on the floor as the sleep dust was still in her system.

The two of you met long before, occasionally going to the bar to discuss things about Avalanche.

Although you wouldn’t say you were necessarily part of the movement, you still offered the help when she needed it.

She was always understanding and sweet with you, definitely a weakness for you when you saw how distressed she looked when she was suddenly in a room upstairs with you and three other men.

You agreed to come with her, agreeing you’d try to help get information on why those men were asking about avalanche earlier and you both came to terms that if either of you were picked, save the other once information was learned.

You stood near her, not saying a word as you glared at the men grabbing the both of you as your eyes were becoming weaker.

The next thing you knew, you were down here for god knows how long, anxiously waiting.

It didn’t help you had such a skimpy dress that left little to no imagination on what hid underneath.

You stood straighter when the goon that was in the room watching suddenly left, closing the door as you heard noise from up above.

“Tifa? Wake up, I hear someone coming.” You whispered softly as you started to shake her softly, waiting for her to open her pretty red eyes.

A groan came from her as she slowly woke up, but sat up quickly seeing the worried expression on your face as you were shielding her from the people coming in.

Two more girls were thrown into the room, making you wince when the brunette unconsciously fell on her cheek rather harshly.

“Oh no.” Tifa whispered, going over to the blonde one while you made your way over to the other.

She was rather pretty, a red mark on her cheek started to rise when you quickly grabbed a wipe from your hidden thigh stash.

The stash was small, but it had all you needed incase of emergency’s. Definitely came in handy the more you hung out with Tifa and her friends. Always getting into trouble it seemed.

“Excuse me, can you hear me?” You asked as you patted her face ever so gently. Not firm enough to hurt but still enough to try to wake her up.

“Ughh dang it.” She groaned, and you watched as she rubbed her eyes tiredly.

You chuckled a bit, finally feeling relief that everyone in here was okay and you stood up quickly to help her up. She gave you a sweet smile, her eyes brightening up at the sight of you. She turned away from you quickly though as she looked over at Tifa excitedly.

“Hey Tifa! How’s it going?” She jogged over and greeted your friend who was very confused on who this girl was and why she was with cloud of all people.

“Oh right. I’m Aerith, a friend of clouds.” She greeted. You kind of zoned off as you walked over to the door, crossing your arms across your chest as you waited once again.

“…and that’s [Y/N]. She’s helping me out and she works with avalanche occasionally when I need her.” You gave a small smile and wave, looking to the blond who have you a firm nod of acknowledgment.

Besides the dress and makeup, he was rather pretty and very muscular it seemed as you watched the way his biceps would flex under the tight sleeves of the black dress he was rocking.

Tifa and Aerith continued to talk about what was going to happen and the plan, but Cloud seemed to have his attention (silently) on you.

You were (short/tall), with (long/short) hair that fit your face amazingly. You had soft makeup on with a pink soft lip that pulled your look all together. A nice black dress that hid the thigh strap just right and hugged you perfectly.

But he wasn’t going to talk to you yet. Not once he knew you could be trusted and the girls would be safe. That was the reason he was here, so why did he care so much for a stranger that seemed more than capable of herself.

Tifa seemed to trust you and Aerith already liked you, so why was he so hesitant towards you?

It wasn’t until later on when the four of you were thrown down to the sewers when he was noticing how you prioritized everyone else’s safety over yours the whole time.

When the big monster first attacked you, you grabbed the girls and jumped out of the way quickly. When the whisperers were surrounding and trying to hurt Tifa you were there guarding her.

Even when you were thrown and beat down numerous times, you were still fighting and backing the group up, trying to get back to the slums as quickly as possible.

Then after the three of you found Aerith again, did he seem to finally get you. You cherished the people around you, even if they did you wrong or had no idea who they were, you were still right there.

He admired you deeply for that.

When the group of you were at Aerith’s home after she was taken away, did he finally have a full conversation with you.

He was supposed to be sleeping, to get rested for the day ahead, but he just couldn’t seem to shut his eyes just yet.

So many thoughts ran through his mind. Tifa and her well being. Aerith and if she was okay or hurt. And, you.

You didn’t say much, didn’t show much emotion to him, but the moment you found out she was taken, did he see the way you tried to blink away the tears that were threatening to release.

He heard soft footsteps from outside of his room, making him slowly get up and walk out while trying to not wake the house up.

He saw the door to the room that you were sharing with Tifa open, meaning either of you could’ve left.

Taking a quick glance, he saw Tifa sleeping with tears streaming her cheeks and a distressed look on her sleeping face.

He sighed, wanting nothing more than to comfort her, but he had to make sure you were okay and why you were up so early.

He made his way outside, seeing you sitting on the small hill that was in the garden surrounded by all the flowers.

You were sitting there with your legs up to your chest, your arms resting on your knees with your face resting on them as well as you kept your gaze forward. He couldn’t see your face, but he didn’t need to when he could see the way your body shuddered.

“I should’ve been there to protect her and went with her to find Marlene. I should’ve done more to save everything, It’s all my fault, I’m so sorry.” He heard you cry silently.

He didn’t speak a word to you. What could he say? He was in the exact same boat as you, but with the little time you two would be alone while Aerith and Tifa did their own things together, he noticed how quickly you opened up to him about a lot of things.

Your parents both left you behind with your younger siblings. You had to take care of them at a young age, but your uncle was the one to teach you a lot of things. Your uncle was your best friend, and the day you lost him, you swore to work and protect harder.

Now your siblings were doing their own things, leaving you behind once again with no one and no support system. You had experience now though, and being able to help Avalanche really helped fill the void in your heart to be able to be around people like that again.

Jessie was your closest friend besides Tifa, and when he saw how much of a wreck you became when she died, it was evident everything was hitting you all at once. It didn’t help one bit when the plate fell, everything you knew of was gone in just a click of a stupid button.

Your loud sobs and the way you pushed your hands in your hair aggressively brought him back to reality as another breakdown began to take a toll on you again.

He made his way over, sitting down tensely as he had no idea what to do.

“Hey, calm down okay? Breathe, [Y/N]. Nothing is your fault, none of all of this is either of our faults. I feel…the same way you do. Aerith, she…she means a lot to me. I protect her, she protects me, and the cycle continues…but this time, I failed her. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore to be honest.”

Hearing a small chuckle and sniff, he took a glance over to you as you wiped your eyes with your hands.

“You must really like her hm? Can’t really blame you, she’s absolutely incredible and I…don’t know what I would be doing right now if she didn’t drag me along after we were done escaping the sewers.”

A small smile made its way onto his pink lips. He continued to watch the sky with you, the soft wind blowing the flowers softly and a comfortable aura surrounded the both of you, almost like she was there with you guys.

“So that’s it? You guys didn’t kiss or anything??” Marlene spoke with annoyance laced in her voice, completely oblivious that everyone was there listening.

Yuffie, Vincent, Tifa, Barrett, and you.

You giggled as you leaned from behind her and squished her cheeks.

“That story is for another day, starlight. Tifa wants you to go to bed now while your dad rests hm? I’m sure Denzel wants you to read to him to bed again.” Teasing slightly at the little girl who now seemed to zoom off to her room, you gave your lover a knowing smile.

“You speak beautifully, my love.”

Cloud scoffed, getting back up to continue washing his dishes but he held a smile as he placed a kiss on your jaw.

“Gross!” Yuffie stuck her tongue out in disgust while Vincent held a stoic look on his pale face but a tiny smile crept up on his lips.

“Let’s leave the love birds to it then. I need a nap.” Barrett scoffs and walked off, slinging an arm over Tifa and Yuffie as the four of them walked away.

You kept your gaze on them happily, but your eyes looked at Cloud in shock as he placed his lips on yours fully now while you weren’t looking just yet.

“What was that for?”

“What? I can’t kiss you?”

“Stop being such a smart ass and give me another one.”

currently working on master lists/ schedules for my series and posting the next part for amor Mio later tonight I’m a busy mf today 💆🏻‍♀️

MOSQUITO ~ series’ masterlist

SUM. food and nutrition is your favorite class to attend, what happens when you're assigned partners with a dude you've known for years yet never had a decent conversation with and from two completely different groups of friends. To make things worse, he's cousins with the dude who played you the summer before.

fem! reader with she/her pronouns

warnings: language, short chapters, slow burn

CHAPTERS:

0: profiles

I: new partner who this?

II: Tifa let me be yours?

III: you don’t want some grapes?

more coming soon…

INSPO: literally an incident that happened to me freshman year... except this is more magical lol.

“This fucking sucks.” Looking at tifa, you frown as you both scanned the paper that was taped to the white board in front of class.

The two of you always were paired with one another. You two were the power duo when it came to cooking and exams during food and nutrition.

So why the heck were you guys changing partners in the middle of the semester?

The both of you were clearly upset, so used to being with another, going to each other’s houses for assignments, just overall having a great time.

Then Mr. Hewley just had to ruin it all. Maybe it was because you two would be the ones always answering questions, finishing quickly, etc. but why did you feel like being good students was becoming a punishment now.

“We all are comfortable with our partners, so why not mix it up to see how challenging this can be for everyone,” he waved his hand in the air slightly as he walked around slowly.

“We need to be uncomfortable in order to succeed. So, I have advised a new approach to this class. Being partnered up with a completely different person, different social groups, and different personalities.”

‘Who tf will I be paired with. I know everyone in this class, not by choice but still.’ You glanced around the room, frowning.

“The group to make the best Confit de Canard at the end of this semester ; one of the most difficult dishes to make, will not be needing to do finals.” Some of you ooh’d as Mr. Hewley’s finals were one of the most difficult to pass.

“Now then, all of you know your new partners so go and sit with one another.” Looking back at the sheet of paper, you were confused on who the heck is a cloud? Is this a real person? Was this a joke?

You felt tifa shift next to you, frowning as she waved you goodbye as she walked over to Yuffie.

You looked around again, seeing a tall figure huddled into themselves. The person had blonde spiked hair, piercings on the eyebrow and ears, along with dark clothes.

‘Is this him?’ You slowly walked over, tapping his shoulder. He hummed, looking up and you saw bright turquoise eyes you’ve seen before.

Wait a second…

“You’re Zack’s cousin aren’t you?”

“I have a name. But yes i am. Cloud strife.”

Oh fuck me.

profiles

MOSQUITO SERIES MASTERLIST

Y/N KISARAGI

• baking and pastry arts major

• cat lady

• had a fling with Zack Fair over the summer

• ex girlfriend of Sephiroth

• best friends with Vincent and Aerith

• her spam is free therapy for her

•has a thing for dudes that have blue eyes apparently

CLOUD STRIFE

• psychology major

• major abandonment issues

• trust issues

• cousins with Zack fair from his mom’s side idgaf

• has huge HUGE heart eyes for Tifa…for now…

TIFA LOCKHART

• friends with literally everyone

• besties with Cloud

• has a pet patriot named Cherry that loves to mimick Cloud

• owns a café with her uncle

• confuses everyone making them think she’s flirting but is just chill that way🤷🏻‍♀️

VINCENT VALENTINE

• extremely gae

• loves his girls but doesn’t show it at ALL (little slips here and there)

• is a music major specifically jazz

• only has twitter to make y/n feel better on her spam account when she has her 1000th breakdown of the day

AERITH GAINSBOROUGH

• a business major

• what’s to own her own flower shop after college

• needs reassurance every five seconds

• happy girl with dark thoughts kind of girl

• occasionally steals y/n’s cats

• has a crush on Zack

ZACK FAIR

• in college with a football scholarship…says it all

• wants to be a Astrophysics major

• nice guy does not finish last

• a player high key

• mixed feelings about y/n

• likes aerith a LOT.

SEPHIROTH

•if down bad was a person it’s him when it comes to y/n

• loves people who are hard to get

• torments cloud a lot

• has mutual custody with one of y/n’s cats

• has a ‘hate me with everything in you’ fetish…weird

• computer science major after his father…

•with a new girl 24/7 ngl

YUFFIE KISARAGI

• ART MAJOR

• did culinary to follow after her cousin

• y/n and her can never be left alone at family parties because they will make the kids fight

• y/n is her role model but will never say it

New partner who this?

SUM. the day you were dreading is here and you're offically no longer partners with Tifa.

song to listen to: more & more - GEMINI

warning: strong language, slow burn.

‘Well this is great.’ You played with your pencil, awkwardly looking around the kitchen, moving side to side on your chair.

“Can you stop?” You frowned, stopping mid way, as you turn your head slowly to see cloud keeping his head still down on his arms against the desk.

“I can, but I won’t just because you said so.” You started to move again, enjoying the way he huffed in annoyance.

You saw everyone else getting along greatly with one another and you couldn’t help but mourn your old partner as she laughed along with her new one.

It made you even more annoyed seeing your cousin making teasing faces that she was the one paired with Tifa for now on.

“I know where you sleep asshole.” You flipped your cousin, yuffie, off as she stuck her tongue out and turned back around.

“You’re friends with Yuffie?” You hummed, looking to see Cloud now sitting up right. “Nah she’s a total loser.” You shoved the crackers that you needed to grind for your assignment into your mouth.

“That’s kind of rude don’t you think? She’s cool.” You rolled your eyes laughing at his serious expression. “Jesus dude I was joking. She’s my cousin…same last name? Ever took note to that since you’re sooo obsessed with her.”

Cloud cleared his throat, completely forgetting you two were related. Yuffie was a close friend of his in his friend group so it wasn’t a surprise to take offense that you said she was a loser.

“Anyways, new partner, we should probably get started.” You opened up the cook book, scanning the recipe for today’s class.

“Bacon-Cheddar Potato Croquettes…doesn’t seem to hard.” You started to grab your measuring cups along with some ingredients. As you started to work, you glanced over to see Cloud completely oblivious at the fact that you started as he continued to look up ahead.

“Dude, what are you doing?” You asked, eating another cracker, while keeping your other hand on the page you were on to not lose it.

“Huh? Nothing.” You saw the light pink tint on his cheeks, while you followed his gaze to where tifa was at.

“Ahh does cloudy have a crush on my frieeeennnd.” You poked his cheek, laughing as he swatted your hand away.

“Of course I don’t. Don’t be stupid…besides she’s MY best friend.” Cloud’s voice cracked just a bit, his eyes burning on the page in front of him now with a scowl.

“I could help you, if you want.” You wiggled your eyebrows around and poked his arm this time playfully.

“I don’t need help…and knock it off, stop touching me.” He scooted away from you, looking down at his phone. At the glint of your eye, you saw him open up the familiar blue app that you were obsessed with yourself.

“I would’ve never taken you as tweeter.” You heard a scoff come from him, watching as he turned his brightness down so you couldn’t see anything else.

“You don’t know me. And we’re not friends so stop acting like we are. We’re just partners and the only reason I haven’t complained about being your partner is because you’re one of the best in this class.”

‘Ouch…’

You hummed, looking away. “Alright there’s no need to be a dick,dude. I’m just trying to make conversation.”

Cloud rolled his eyes, but keeping his gaze from yours.

“Well don’t. It’s annoying.”

The rest of the class went smoothly but a bit awkward as you both worked together silently. The A+ on the Bacon-Cheddar Potato Croquettes made up for it though as you hopped over to tifa.

Cloud rose an eyebrow as you two squealed, holding each other’s hands as you two jumped lightly.

‘Were you always this close to Tifa?’ That question was answered quickly as you two hugged when the bell rang, the both of you running out of class together.

‘’hmm…if tifa likes her so much maybe I can use this to my advantage.’

sum. You never thought you’d find the one at your best friend’s coffee shop.

genre: fluff..super super fluffy

fem reader with she/ her pronouns

WARNING: I’m uploading this while at work so I’ll edit it once I’m home ! So it’s not cute and aesthetic rn 🙄🙄

"I just don't get why she keeps thinking this nonsense, Kyo! I mean, I help with taking care of bills, buying groceries, what else does she want from me?!"

Kyo rose an eyebrow towards you, watching you slam your head on the counter gently and placing your cup on the table, begging for the next round.

"I need another one."

You ordered, but he only rolled his eyes in return.

"You had four cups of coffee in just two hours, you had more than enough for at least a week."

Groaning, you squished your cheeks between your arms as you hid your head.

Your roommate had been annoying lately. Always being so stern with you even when you did almost everything so you two could have a comfy environment to live in, but no matter what you did, she just seemed to hate you more and more.

It was tough moving out of your parent’s place, but this girl truly was testing your limits it seemed.

It wasn’t always like this. When you first met her, she was very sweet and understanding with you which made you think that maybe you finally made a friend who wasn’t your childhood friend.

All you wanted was a friend, but ever since you introduced her to Kyo, she seemed to do a 180 and completely shut you out.

Only for you to find out the two were put together for a date…one he never showed up for without notice.

But speak of blinding dates…

"Oh my gosh! This is the third time you left me alone, you asshole! That's it, I'm done!"

A loud slam quickly brought you out of your mini crisis as your eyes averted over to the couple near the entrance.

Raising your eyebrows in amusement, you saw a girl with black hair grabbing her bag and leaving with a pissed off expression on her face. The blond she was sitting with that you assumed was her date, rubbed his face in annoyance.

He's gorgeous.

You turned to your friend and smiled as a bright idea had quickly made its way into your head which made him tense up a bit, shaking his head quickly as he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

"Nope, I'm done trying to set you up with my customers. You're on your own."

You pouted, watching as Kyo walked to the back room to speak to Tifa about the upcoming schedules.

You could see how close Tifa and him were getting, how flustered he’d get or rush at any moment to be with her. That was enough leverage for you to use against him.

Smirking, you turned back around to see the boy talking on his phone, his face showing not much concern it seemed, but by the looks of it, it seemed like he was being scolded like a cat from the other line of the call which had you intrigued.

Your eyes widened when he slammed his phone down on the table and sighing, digging inside of his pocket to grab his credit card from his black leather wallet.

He's gonna pay, no he can't leave yet!

That's when you thought of a great, amazing, and most definitely the best idea ever.

Walking over the counter as stealthy and quickly as possible, you hid behind it as you waited for him to ring the bell to pay.

DING!

Rising up, you smiled gently and leaned your hands on the counter.

"Hey, what can I do for ya,cutie?"

You could almost feel your eyes sparkle in amusement when he scoffed and rubbed his neck, looking at you with those bright blue eyes you could stare at forever.

"I'm just paying. And who are you? I've never seen you work here before and I come here everyday."

He spoke lowly and looking anywhere besides your face, his eyes fixated on a dancing chunky cat on the tv screen above your head.

"I just started…today? Right I just started working today!" You smiled nervously, rubbing your ring on your right hand.

"Oh, that's good to know I guess."

"Yeah, it is good to know, huh?"

Shit.

You thought as you turned around to your best friend, seeing him rise an eyebrow and clearly questioning your 'amazing' idea to get to know the cute boy that was looking at the both of you now even more confused than before.

"Yup! Aw Kyo don't act like I'm not the best employee you have!" You slapped his arm, glaring at him for him to play along.

"Yeah okay, anyways Cloud it's on the house today."

Cloud. What a cool name.

Cloud nodded, saying a small thank you as he began to walk away.

Your eyes shot over to your best friend, giving him a pleading look to have him stay a bit longer which made Kyo scoff.

If this guy had you pretend you worked at his coffee shop, the one place you said you would despise working at and rather lick the carpet, then you clearly were way more interested in him than he thought.

And boy were you going to be in debt for this.

"Only if you tell us what happened on your 5th blind date."

Kyo smirked, watching as Cloud stopped almost instantly.

Cloud stood there quietly. Usually he’d pretend he didn’t hear anything like this but he truly did need someone to listen to his frustrations and what better yet than the guy his best friend, Tifa, had a crush on?

"It's like no matter how many dates I'm set on, no one wants to continue dating me. I don't mind though, I don't need a partner to be happy I guess."

Hearing a bell ring, Kyo looked over to you and smirked even more, watching your sparkling like eyes looking even more interested in the blond and what he needed to say next.

"Well my favorite employee, it's time for you to get back to work, right?"

You opened and closed your mouth repeatedly like a fish out of water but it only resulted in him pushing you away to take the new order.

"Get along now stupid and do your job! I'm not paying you for nothing!"

"But you're not pa-"

"What was that employee of the month, I didn't quite hear you?!"

"Yeah yeah whatever."

Slumping your shoulders, you made your way to the cash register, and instantly losing braincells on how the hell to work it.

Kyo looked back, seeing the blond still looking over to you as you groaned like a little kid trying to figure out how the monstrosity worked.

A small smile slowly took the blond’s old sour frown which Kyo was quick to catch.

"She's single you know. Plus, she thinks you're really cute. The idiot doesn't even work for me but she did that to talk with you."

Cloud looked over to his friend and shrugged.

"I think she’s cute too, but she needs to work harder to get me. I'm not that easy you know."

"Yeah that's what all your old dates said too,huh?"

"Kyo…" Cloud sighed again, but kept his mako eyes on your cute figure who now was scrambling around like a lost puppy, following Tifa around as she laughed at how silly you looked trying to learn how to charge orders.

Kyo chuckled, shaking his head at how adorable you looked. "Besides, the idiot owes me. She'll be working here for a while."

To say Cloud wasn't looking forward to waking up everyday and heading to the café, was an understatement.

He was less grumpy now and would spend hours texting you all night, but he tried his best to show no interest in you at all, which to Tifa and Kyo, was obvious he had a thing for you.

You had no clue if he felt the same or not, which Cloud was a bit thankful of you being so oblivious.

That was until you finally had enough and needed to know exactly what was going on between the two of you.

Clearly there was something there, so what better way to figure it out than what you do best?

A hot americano with whipped cream topped with cinnamon and caramel was what he would get all the time, but you added something more for him.

Are you a loan bank? Because you got my interest.

Ah yes, your cheesy pick up lines. No matter how hard Cloud tried to keep a straight face, he still managed to let out a small smile that made your heart burst.

You've been doing this for three months straight now, but he finally had the guts to do something.

Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back!

That was all it took for Cloud to lean over the counter and place his lips on yours.

UN ÁNGEL- Cloud strife Headcanons

sum. Need boyfriend headcanons for cloud? SAY LESS.

warning: modern cloud, oc cloud srry I love him soft, might be a little self insert because of the stuff I like but that’s all

femreader! with she/her pronouns

song of the day: igual que un ángel - Kali uchis

boyfriend Cloud who knows your order by heart at your guys’ favorite coffee shop and no matter how many times he does it, it never fails to make you blush and impressed.

Boyfriend Cloud who never fails to make you ticklish especially during intimate moments that you can’t help but burst out laughing.

Boyfriend Cloud who sometimes can’t handle all the attention and affection so he distances himself but can’t help but miss you even more.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves picking you up from university on his motorcycle to show off especially knowing that Reno would be there. He is still very bitter that Reno was your first kiss in fifth grade and not him because he was too busy helping collect Tifa’s shopkins from the grass at recess.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves going to Aerith’s flower shop because he helps her make your bouquets extra pretty just for you. #bestfriendprivileges

boyfriend Cloud who has recurring nightmares of losing you to Sepiroth. No not the “I’ll steal your girl,” kind of way. More like he murders you and Aerith at the same time. Perhaps something from a past life?

Boyfriend Cloud who loves watching studio ghibli movies with you especially ponyo and spirited away. Let’s not get started on his love for Princess Mononoke.

Boyfriend Cloud who goes with you at the bookstore for now on to carry your books because he found out that a guy put his number inside of a book after catching it for you when you accidentally dropped it from your stack pile.

Boyfriend Cloud who’s COMPLETELY and UTTERLY obsessed with you. Not the annoying obsession, but the obsession that makes your tummy in knots and the cute things he loves to do for you. Whether it’s making you lunch for school/ work, leaving cute notes on your door handles, or literally dropping everything instantly for you when you call.

Boyfriend Cloud who hid in the bathroom after you guys had…yk…and too embarrassed to come out. If only he knew you were on the bed breathless and wanting more.

Boyfriend Cloud who baby trapped you. With a cat. Her names Honey and every time there’s an argument he uses her as an excuse to visit you. “We can’t let our cat have separated household problems,she needs both of her parents so please answer the door.”

Boyfriend Cloud who had no idea him getting a lip piercing would be in the way of kissing you for it to heal correctly. He ran out of the piercing shop and only agreed to come back to get a matching eyebrow piercing with you instead.

Boyfriend Cloud who not only made you a playlist, but this mf burned a cd for you, made tifa draw a one in a million piece of art for you for the cover, has a sticker of it on his car, and even bought a necklace that had the Spotify playlist code. So whenever a person flirts with him, he’ll hold it up and say, “scan this and read the description. That’ll be my answer for you.”

Boyfriend Cloud who didn’t understand why you were so obsessed with kpop, especially BTS. Him and jungkook have beef apparently. He also buys you albums all the time and even sacrifices himself to let you use his phone to make sure you guys get tickets to concerts.

Boyfriend Cloud who WILL call your work to call off. He doesn’t care, cuddles are more important.

Boyfriend Cloud who forces you to drink water whenever you hang. You always complain about headaches and he makes sure when you’re with him you’re hydrated.

Boyfriend Cloud who is addicted to Dr.Pepper. You gave him some when you two went to watch Barbie in the summer and it’s his holy grail. “We need to head to Costco, I ran out of my pepper.”

when you didn’t give them a kiss before work

this was heavily inspired by multiple ppl, I wanted to do my version with ff7 characters :3 zack is so unhinged

song to listen to: turn it up - pinkpantheress

Cloud:

Zack:

Tifa:

Aerith:

Red Windows {Cloud Strife x Reader}

I've been gone for a long while working on like, 10 different drafts on and off while also managing life (it's stressful rn, ngl) but let's get to a different thing I wanted to do (so I have more stuff to work on :3)

Considering Spotify wrapped was released a bit ago, I will work on OneShots based on my wrapped, they're gonna be smaller though, since I'm trying to rekindle my passion for writing. Also, of course, I keep my right to skip any song, the only songs I 100% will do are song in my top 5, also song I already based a OneShot off do not get a second one unless i want to. Anyways, I know I ALREADY wrote something with this song, but I'm gonna be honest... I hate it. So let's change that! (this one is a lot better but I still don't like it, anywho)

First up:

The music in the club was loud, nearly deafening as you sat down near the bar, your drink right in front of you. The main lights were dimmed, wildly coloured spotlights roaming on an automated path through the room, some device near the ceiling creating a colour-changing star pattern on the floor. There was a dance floor at the farthest wall, even though most people just danced wherever they wanted to. The barkeeper was rushing around behind the bar, due to some misfortune, all alone this evening.

Taking another sip of your drink, you watched the crowd. It all seemed to blur together, like it was all distant, until you looked back at your drink, the liquid a light blue hue due to whatever juice the mocktail was mixed with. Some people were obviously singing along with the music, their voice drowned out by the bass running through you body, shaking the floor and glasses. Watching over the crowd, your eye got caught on multiple couples, some just looking great, some dancing in a ridiculous manner, others getting a tad bit too handsy. Adverting your gaze again, you downed your drink, ready to leave. It hadn't even been your idea to come here, and yet he was the one who was late.

You made your way to the barkeeper, sliding the money over you owed them, some additional dollars added, as you left. You bid the guard near the exit goodbye, wishing him a good day and leaving the estate, going up the stairs to ground level. Immediately, there was a big commotion, two people arguing about something. It was definitely the guy who checked everyone and gave them the bracelet, arguing with someone about their ID. You pulled out your phone, while walking up, already pulling up the chat with your date, writing only a meager "I'm leaving, thanks for the heads-up" and sending it. You pocketed your phone and looked towards the commotion, stopping dead in your tracks.

"Please, I swear I'm 18, how else would I have a Tattoo? I really just forgot my ID, doesn't my driver's license prove enough?!" But the Guard was unyielding, despite his logic being flawed, still denying the blonde entry. The blonde with the unique hairstyle and the striking outfit you had been looking out for all night. A blonde with a tattoo on his lower arm. It were too many similarities to be a coincidence, especially after he begged to just talk to his date waiting inside, since his phone died. You went up to him then, tapping him on the shoulder. "Cloud?" The blonde turned around, dressed in a loose, white button-up without a tie, a bit messy on his figure, yet still charming, paired with grey dress pants and black dress shoes.

He was confused, not immediately recognizing you, taking a few seconds to register. "I'm sorry, I swear I would have been here on time, but I was in such a rush I forgot my ID at home and-" you smiled, stopping him with a hand hold up "I heard, it's okay. Let's just do this another day" Cloud seemed a bit defeated, before he perked up. "Wait, uh- I... I know a place we could go, if.. if you still want to?" You blinked a few times, debating. "Sure, are you driving?" He nodded, leading you to his vehicle. You didn't know what you expected, maybe something like a car, definitely not a motorbike, though. With a bit of help from him, you got on, before he gave you a spare helmet and his riding jacket, which you happily accepted. You could tell he was a lot more careful when riding, a lot more tense. Maybe he didn't want to scare you? It was kind of cute really. And your hands felt warm thanks to his body heat, which made you wonder just how warm he was when he wasn't subjected to cold evening air. Shrugging that thought aside was probably a bad idea, considering you could just feel his muscles under the shirt, now the only thing your mind focused on. They weren't rock-hard, still a bit squishy and you hoped to god he hadn't noticed when your fingers dug into his flesh a bit, or, if he noticed, that he thought it was because of the motorcycle.

The Place you two ended up at looked nothing like the club he had chosen originally. It was a bit run down, made of wood and looked a bit messy with the string lights and the huge sign reading Seventh Heaven. Cloud let you get off the bike first, then parked it and turned to you with an apologetic look. "I know it's nothing like we planned and definitely not what you thought, if you want to leave-" you smiled and cut into his words. "It's okay, it doesn't matter where we eat or drink, we wanted to get to know each other, one as long as it's good i don't mind." He smiled. "It's the best, even if it looks a bit sketchy" You gave him back his Jacket and he packed away everything, before offering you his arm. You took his hand and he led the way, up the stairs and through the double doors. There was a woman behind the counter, gorgeous, and she already looked tough from a bit away. She looked up and surprise crossed her face. "Cloud?" She then looked at you, and before she even asked who you were she seemed to already know, instead asking what had happened for you two to end up here instead of the 'fancy' place that was the original plan.

The bar was empty, but it looked clean and lived in, loved even. Cloud didn't hesitate, striding to the counter and sitting down after you. He let you introduce each other, before he explained that she was a childhood friend who had already helped him many times in various situations. She was nice, saying she'd even give you two something to eat, as you and Cloud started your date. "So, childhood friends?" He nodded simply. "Yeah. Tifa and I have been... Through a lot of complicated-" he paused, for a minute. "It's not like we even dated, god no" he blushed at that thought. Embarrassed. "It's just a lot of complicated things we've experienced together." You smiled cheekily, sipping on the drink in front of you, shimmering just as blue as Cloud's eyes and resting you head on you hand, before you teased "So she's no one I should worry about?"

He sputtered, nearly choking on his drink, as he rushed to reassure you, while you simply chuckled. "Don't worry, I know how it is. It's good to have such a close friend, really." Your date smiled then, a small smile but it was there. "Yeah. I don't have many friends, admittedly. You don't really make a lot of friends when you have my last and my job and... Well, I've been alone a lot. Tifa was there when I needed her and I got some real good friends afterwards as well. They're good friends, all of them"

Cloud was always very vague about his job and past, but you didn't mind. It was not your place to pry. Not yet, anyways. Maybe someday... You looked at his glass, the drink a ruby red, so clear and vibrant it nearly looked like it was a crystal itself. "So, I know people always wonder, so, did you already have a girlfriend?" He pondered. "I wouldn't call her that. She was a very close friend but it was never more, even if the lines blurred sometimes." There was another faint blush. God, you just loved the way his cheek turned a light pink. "We're still close friends. You'll probably meet her some day."

You chuckled then, "Some day, huh? Looking to repeat today even before it got really started?" His cheeks turned even brighter, and he stammered a bit, definitely flustered beyond compare now. "It's not- I- I didn't mean that, it just slipped out." You laughed, and patted him on the arm. "Think about what you say better, next time" Next time. Some day. A promise of another meeting. Even if he failed to meet you on time. Even if it wasn't the best date ever or ideal or anything like it, you got to know him well. Probably even better than you would originally have, and there was just something about him. Those really bright blue eyes and the blonde hair and the soft, light paper skin had caught your attention. Paired with his tougher build, you didn't know what to expect, but he was a perfect mix of both.

"I have dated a few before. The best relationship I had was probably with a girl from a different neighbourhood, a poor one. My parents didn't approve, but she was the sweetest girl ever." You explained. "We broke it off because we realised we didn't click like that, and we stayed friends as well." His eyes rested on you, studying you. You looked back at him and smiled sweetly. "You know, every time I look at you, I have one thought in mind: pretty. How can you actually be so beautiful?" He blushed at your words, scrambling for words yet again and looking away. "It's weird how you can't handle compliments. Surely, you must have gotten these a few times, no?" He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I just... Never cared about the person saying it." "Awe, so you care about me already? It's our first date, and you're already falling for me."

In a flurry of braveness, he looked you dead in the eyes, "what if I am?" Dear Lord, you nearly felt your soul leave your body, this man had really no idea what he was doing, nearly killing you like that. You stayed silent, air whipped out of your lungs and thoughts racing through your brain, too fast to grasp. And then a whisper: "That wouldn't be a bad thing" Both of you blushed, and the evening went on. A small homely meal later, a few drinks in your system, your arm religiously brushed against his, your shoe bumping against his chair more often than before, sitting closer together now as well. You laughed and you ate and you drank. Then he had to stop, still wanting to be able to drive home. You decided to call it a night, a sense of uncertainty washing over you two.

You didn't want to push it. It had been a really fun night. He fumbled nearly every step along the way, but still managed to make it even better than expected. When you went to the bathroom, you took a pen and a piece of a bill that you left in your pocket and scribbled down your number on it, folding it. Considering he hadn't asked for your number and simply did everything via the app you two met over, you figured maybe this would push him in the right direction without pushing too far.

You returned to the counter, tapping Cloud on the shoulder. "We should probably call it a night. I have to work tomorrow, and you can't drink anymore because you need to drive, so I'd say this is a fairly good place to stop." He looked at you, from his sitting position, for a second, before he stood up. "Yeah, you're probably right. Do you want me to drive you home, or is that too soon?" You shook your head. "A little bit too soon, Cloud." You bid your goodbye to Tifa before returning to Clouds bike. "Don't worry about me getting home. I'll have a friend pick me up in a few minutes. On another note... I really had fun tonight. Somehow, even when it first looked like you had just ditched me, you made it... Probably my best date ever. Thank you for that. You leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, and handed him the paper.

"Call me if you want it throw it away if you don't. I hope I'll see you again?" He smiled again then, leaning down a bit. Your faces were so goddamn close, mouths nearly touching. "You definitely will" and then he kissed your forehead and smiled as he drove off. You look back at the bar. Tifa standing in the double doors and shaking her head, smiling. He still had to work on some of his etiquette, but he was doing really well. And you? You simply smiled, a giddy feeling in your chest, while the corners of your mouth refused to lower even an inch.

☆ bandages and kisses

cloud strife x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: [name] ends up bandaging cloud up after one of cloud's comissions. cloud finds himself opening up to [name] and confessing. (meant to be viewed as romantic.)

the lowercase is intentional !

- warning: cuts, bruises and blood mentioned.

"you've got to stop doing this to yourself, cloud." [name] sighed, shaking his head as he continued to wrap bandages around cloud's arm. "like, seriously. remind me how many times i've patched you up this month?"

cloud looked away, frowning a little. he didn't want to admit the amount, it was definitely too much to count. it was definitely way too much for a normal person to be bandaged up. but, of course, cloud wasn't a normal person. he was a merc, an ex-soldier carrying a bunch of burdens on his shoulders.

"..too many times." cloud mumbled, finally accepting defeat after being called out. "i'm sorry." well, that was a first. [name] had never heard cloud apologise before, so this was definitely a first for him. "i know i should take it easy, but i can't. i have a duty to fulfill, even if that means i injure myself badly because people don't know how to fight properly.."

[name] just hummed, tying up the bandage that he finished wrapping on cloud's arm. "i get it. you're strong and you want to flaunt it around by having scars." [name] teased, chuckling a little. this made cloud huff, he didn't appreciate this 'joke' [name] made.

"you have any more cuts or bruises i should check out?" [name] asks, removing his hand from cloud's arm and looking at him with a face of concern. cloud nods in response. "yeah, my chest has a few i think." he says. [name] smirked back. "pull your top off then. i can't help you if your shirt is still on." he chuckled. cloud then pulled off his top, revealing an array of scars, bruises and freshly formed wounds on his skin.

[name] whistled as he saw cloud's bare chest. it was toned and glistening in the light, a truly pretty sight to see. [name] couldn't believe he was so lucky to see this sight. he didn't think cloud was going to take his top off so quickly without a rebuttal.

"damn, you probably pick up a lot of ladies with a body like that." [name] joked. in all honestly he loved to tease cloud, it was so easy to get a reaction from the blonde. this time was no different, of course.

cloud's cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he looked away from [name]'s gaze. he couldn't stand the jokes [name] made. he didn't appreciate them one bit.

"i'm not even going to answer that." cloud muttered, his face still turned away from [name]. "just hurry up and clean my cuts. i'm getting cold." cloud sighed. it was true, he was getting cold. there were goosebumps forming on his arms and his hairs started to stand on end.

"okay, okay." [name] smiled, getting some alcohol wipes and grazing them over cloud's skin. luckily, the cuts cloud had on his chest weren't deep or that painful, so the cleaning process was quick and left cloud unharmed.

[name] continues cleaning up cloud's few cuts with some wipes before speaking up again. "i must say, you're complaining about being cold but your shirt has no sleeves anyway. how are you not cold all the time?" he asks, genuinely curious about how cloud was not cold in that tank top. if it was [name] wearing it during the winter, he'd definitely freeze to death. maybe it was because cloud was an 'ex-SOLDIER' or because of the whole mako thing. either way, [name] didn't get it.

"..what? not appreciative of my jokes today?" [name] cocked his head to the side, smirking slightly at cloud to get a rise out of him. "i mean, yeah, the ladies probably love the tank top and your bod and all, but i don't understand how you don't get cold wearing that." [name] simply stated, shrugging before continuing to clean cloud's wounds.

"i bet tifa loves all of it." [name] mumbled to himself with a smirk still playing on his face.

that's when cloud had enough of [name]'s games. he was fed up by all of this talk about ladies.. and his body.. and now tifa.

"i don't want tifa to love my body, or whatever you're implying." cloud replied, sighing. he was growing more and more frustrated by [name]'s comments, but he couldn't grow too angry. [name] was patching him up and the one most dearest to cloud. "i want you to.." it slips out in a whisper, completely by accident.

[name] stops for a second. he didn't know if he heard correctly, so he just threw away the dirtied wipe into the nearby bin and he laughed.

"oh." [name] laughs, thinking it was cloud's turn in telling jokes. however, by the look on cloud's face (his blush, and eyes darting everywhere to not look at [name]) it was obvious the blonde was not joking.

"shit. you're being for real?" [name] asks, tilting his head and raising a brow at his friend. "i always assumed you were into tifa- i mean, you guys were always close back then and now you are.. i guess?" [name] sighed before speaking up again. "men are confusing." he says, as if he is not a man himself.

"i'm serious." cloud speaks up, a little flustered and embarrassed by this whole ordeal. he never expected that he'd fumble this bad and confess in the most stupid and unromantic way ever. "i want you to love my body.. not just my body though, that sounds weird." cloud's voice is quiet, and seemingly nervous. definitely a different and more vulnerable cloud than the one [name] was used to.

[name] hummed in response and he finally finished wiping down cloud's chest, putting a few plasters on the really bad areas. he then handed the blonde his tank top, watching him put it back on. [name] smiled a little at cloud before he spoke up.

"i do love your body.." [name] joked again, staring at cloud with a sickeningly sweet smile. "but i love all of you too." he admitted, taking one of cloud's gloved hands into his own. "i just thought you were into tifa." [name] repeats, shaking his head. "so i didn't say anything, just incase you did actually like her."

cloud was now totally flustered. even though [name] was holding his hand through a glove, cloud could feel everything about [name]'s hand. it was driving him crazy. in a good way, of course.

"i should probably stop mention tifa now.. you literally just said something and i just confessed so, this is not the right moment.." [name] muttered, laughing nervously as he met cloud's eyes. "but, i mean it. you know, the whole 'i love all of you' thing. seriously." [name] continued.

cloud nodded and he smiled back at [name], taking in a deep breath before he spoke himself. "thank you.." he says, feeling the need to say it. nobody had ever confessed to him before, so he didn't know what to say. sure, people flirted with him on the streets calling him a 'hot merc', but this was different. this was an actual confession. "i love all of you too.. i mean it." cloud whispers.

[name] grins even wider, if that was even possible. he then leans over and places a small kiss on cloud's forehead.

"i'm glad you feel the same way, then." [name] replied, stroking cloud's gloved hand. "we should probably go out some time, don't you think? we'd make an awesome couple." [name] smirked.

cloud laughed this time, looking at [name] with a slight tint of pink dusting his cheeks. "of course, i'd love to go out with you some time." cloud said, feeling the happiest he had ever felt in ages.

"next time i have to patch you up, i'm giving you lots of kisses. just a heads up." [name] hummed, kissing cloud's forehead yet again. "every cut or bruise you get is one kiss from me." [name] said before leaning down and kissing one of the cuts on cloud's arm.

"i guess i'll get some more bruises on my next comission then." cloud joked, loving the way [name] was making him feel right now. he felt so loved and happy in that moment, he never wanted it to end.

cloud was sure looking forward to the next time he'd get tended to by [name]. instead of them being friends, it'd now be a boyfriend treating his boyfriend with lots of kisses. cloud absolutely loved the idea of that.

☆ author's note: this took so long to write. i'll try get requests done but i have absolutely zero time management help me. i hope this is actually somewhat adequate.

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cloud strife x ftm reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

cloud and [name] were friend ever since they were little.

sure, the two boys weren't that close with eachother, but they were still friends. even if cloud talked to tifa most of the time and went off to join the soldier program, the two of them were still friends. no matter what.

[name] had always liked cloud. the young boy liked how strong willed cloud was and how determined the blonde was to be the number one solider. it really inspired [name], and made him fawn over cloud.

but he'd never say anything, of course. he was too scared and he never knew if cloud reciprocated. [name] was a trans boy after all, so what if cloud didn't even like him as a guy? it would break the boy into little pieces. he wouldn't be able to take it.

what [name] didn't know was that cloud felt the same. cloud always liked [name], not tifa, not zack or anyone else. just [name]. he always wanted to get closer to [name] and confess, but he couldn't. he was scared of rejection, the same way that [name] was. but that didn't stop either from liking one another.

it had been a few years since the two past met, cloud had left nibelheim to join the soldier program and [name] left to explore midgar. they hadn't caught up or seen eachother ever since then.

[name] was walking around wall market, taking in the vibrant lights outside the various buildings and the bustling nightlife. he had been there multiple times before, but each time it felt like the first.

there were so many things to explore at wall market, so many things to try. that's why [name] kept coming back. it was a fun experience, not just for the honey bee in or the various attractions in honour of don corneo. the buildings themselves and the people are what attracted [name].

[name] was minding his business, doing his usual as he went around the area. he looked at a few shops, inspected some materia and weapons on display and he got some food.

the young man decided to walk around with his food, which ended up being a bad idea. there were huge crowds everywhere on this particular day, and he just happened to bump into someone.

all of [name]'s food went flying, straight onto the floor. it was all ruined. people were stepping on it as it dropped to the floor, so [name] definitely wouldn't be able to eat it anymore.

[name] groaned and he looked down at the floor in annoyance before speaking, because the person he had bumped into for some reason hadn't left yet.

"you should watch where you're going next time." [name] grumbled to himself, unsure if the other person actually heard him or not. to his surprise, they did.

"you should also watch where you're going, some people are in a hurry." the person scoffed, and their voice sounded oddly familiar.

[name] raised his eyebrow and he looked up, still annoyed at the fact that this stranger made him drop his food. "well that's not my problem, is it? my problem is the fact that you made me drop my food. i spent a lot of gil on that-"

then, that's when [name] saw who it was that bumped into him.

it was cloud.

his old friend and crush was standing right there infront of him as multiple people barged past the two of them. [name] couldn't believe his eyes.

"holy shit." [name]'s mouth dropped as he stared infront at cloud. he did not think he was going to run into cloud at wall market of all places. shouldn't he be doing some soldier training right now anyway?

[name] wasn't mistaken. he thought he was seeing things but it truly was cloud infront of him.

the striking blonde hair, but with the ponytail now gone. the blue eyes that had a hint of green in them due to the mako. the pale skin that was reflecting all of the neon signs.

it truly was cloud. [name] wasn't seeing things.

"cloud? what are you doing here?" [name] asked, scanning cloud's figure once more to triple check he wasn't hallucinating.

cloud was a little confused at first. he didn't 100% recognise who was infront of him. [name] had grown up and transitioned into being who he truly meant to be.

"[name]?" cloud responded, taking a good look at the man infront of him. it was [name], cloud wasn't hallucinating either.

[name] nodded and he immediately hugged cloud, not believing the fact that his friend was there infront of him still. he didn't know how to grasp the situation. it had been years since they last met and there were no goodbyes shared or anything.

cloud was a little startled by the sudden hug, but he decided to embrace it anyway. it wasn't going to hurt. he was just hugging his old friend.. his old crush.

cloud felt like he was a kid again.

the poor guy was blushing again and he felt his stomach churn. he couldn't believe this was happening.

why now of all times? why were the memories flooding back to him? all the times that [name] and cloud would stay up late to talk or play games.. it all came rushing back.

"i didn't think i was going to ever see you again.." [name] confessed, whispering into cloud's ear softly. he was so happy to see cloud after all these years, cloud had to know.

"neither did i." cloud responded, chuckling lightly to himself as he ended up reciprocating the hug.

he wished he could stay in [name]'s arms forever - but he couldn't. he had a mission to do for avalanche, he had to save tifa. he couldn't stay in [name]'s arms for too long. he had things to do.

"[name] i'm sorry.. i have to go." cloud sighed, stepping back from the hug and looking at [name] with a frown. he didn't want this to end so soon.

"what?" [name] also took a step back, feeling all upset now. the smile he had on his face was wiped away in instant.

the man shook his head and he grabbed cloud's arm, keeping him in place. he wasn't letting him go this time. he was going to tell him everything. he didn't care if cloud was going to be late to whatever he's doing. he was selfish, but for good reasons.

"cloud, you can't just leave me after we've not seen eachother for years!" [name] started, still keeping a firm grip on cloud's arm. he sure as hell wasn't letting the blonde go yet.

"i haven't stopped thinking of you all this time.. and now you're back but you want to leave me again." [name] sighed, letting go of cloud's arm. it seems as if he has given up so quickly.

[name] looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. there was still a frown on his face and it was clear to cloud that he was hurting.

cloud wished he could comfort [name], hug him, kiss him or something else but he couldn't. time was running out, but it felt so slow when he was around [name].

"i should've told you then that i liked you. maybe if i wasn't a coward, you wouldn't of left and we would've been able to be something then.. but it's too late." [name] sighed again. he didn't even know if cloud was listening. "something else is clearly more important, so you should probably just go and do that thing then."

cloud couldn't believe what he had just heard. [name] liked him too? well, that changes everything. maybe cloud can spare a few minutes..

"seriously?" cloud spoke up, walking closer to [name] and holding one of his hands. he couldn't believe that [name] felt the same way he did.

"that.. feeling is mutual. i liked you back then too, but i was also too scared to say anything." cloud frowned slightly and it seemed that he had forgotten about everything else going on in his life.

[name] looked back at cloud, his frown slowly fading away. he was glad that cloud shared the sentiment, even if his confession was more of a 'heat of the moment' thing.

the man took in a deep breath before he spoke again, looking at his love with a smile on his face now.

"i'm glad to know that, cloud. i really am.." [name] says as he brushes a few strands of hair out of cloud's face. "i seriously didn't think you were interested in me at all. i thought you would've fallen in love with someone at the soldier program or something." [name] laughed.

cloud smiled in return. it was a small smile, but it still managed to melt [name]'s heart after years of not seeing it.

"i'd really like to catch up someday." [name] hummed and cloud let go of him, nodding at the other's words.

"of course." cloud responded, definitely wanting to catch up with [name]. they had a lot to catch up on. dates, kisses, hugs.. and even more.

[name] cleared his throat and he looked away, remembering that cloud had something important to do.

"you should.. go now. don't you have something important to do?" [name] mumbled, a heat rising to his face as he felt suddenly embarrassed for no reason.

cloud nodded and he gave [name] a quick kiss on the cheek, letting the other know that the feelings are still there. he then walked away from [name], going to do what he had to do.

"i'm glad our feelings are mutual!" [name] called out as cloud walked away.

cloud had a huge blush on his face as he walked, feeling flustered that a bunch of people now knew about his situation with [name].

at least the feeling was mutual...

☆ author's note: hope you enjoy! for those who have been waiting for p2 of the fyodor x male reader fic, it'll be out soon i promise!! i feel so bad for making you all wait 😭 i might also start writing for re2 and re4, so you can request for characters from those games!

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