#CloudxReno

[boundlessaether]

CLOUD x RENO

You've got the eyes at least...

[agrinsosardonic]

Cleno Week

I think Cleno deserves a week. As I mentioned, there’s a week for all the other inferior pairings with Cloud. Why not Cleno? We can generate more content. more art. More gifs. More fiction. How do we make this happen? Does one person just start screeching :

“CLENO WEEK IS OCTBER 25-OCTOBER 31″

until it becomes a thing? 

Do I have to be this person?

[tayroslee]

PLEASE HELP ME FIND THESE FICS.

Hello! I recently lost a super old binder I had with some of my most loved fanfics in it from the 2008 era!

I’m looking for anyone who may have saved the fics as the wonderful author deleted them from fanfiction.net and unfortunately did not save copies. They were Cleno (Cloud x Reno, FFVII) fics on fanfiction.net titled “Damn Cells” and “Beyond Repair,” by the ridiculoudly talented Bekas Strife.

These fics were very important to me in my youth and growing up in an odd dysfuctiobal family. (Hence why I had printed them in the hopes of saving them forever.) Please please please let me know if you happened to print or save any of it. I’ll piece them together chapter by chapter if I have to!

[secret-engima]

Oh ancient plunnies, rise from thy graves and taste the air of the living world once more! Reveal to us thine secrets that the one named Enigma hath stashed away! (I mean if you want to share. I'm just curious what kinds of stories/head canons you're hiding in that dusty old attic in the corner of your brain.)

Oh gosh. I’ve been admittedly hoarding this ask because it’s so interesting but I don’t know what to do with it. XD Ummmmm

-Multiple times I have wanted to do a Journey inspired fanfic. Like- Journey the game? Uhhhh

THIS MASTERPIECE.

-I have, many times, for many fandoms, wanted to meet two characters into this- otherworld. A place of ruin and mystery and journey, where the scarf is like their life and the only things they can say are the little notes and chimes of lost songs. And these two characters have no memory of where they came from, or where they are going. They just know they need to get to the mountain. And they go together, and they BOND.

-And then they wake up, in a world that is loud and populated and filled with words that convey so much yet nothing at all compared to the simple intimacy of the song-notes. And they look for each other in that busier, more dangerous, more chaotic world, and maybe fix a few things on the way.

-I still kinda want to do a fic like that someday, but I’ve never been able to settle on what fandom I would be using and taking characters from. That and I’m never sure I’ll be able to capture the ... the atmosphere of Journey in mere words. It’s a bit intimidating to think about tbh. (not as intimidating as trying to do a fanfic for their other game ... I think it’s called Flower? Like- that one made me *cry*)

-I’ve come up with a lot of Naruto fanfics over the years, just- never finished or posted them. But I still work on a few? Idk if I’ve mentioned them on here before or not. I have an extremely angsty shapeshifter Sasuke AU and a Deaf Itachi fic I’m particularly fond of because it incorporates both time travel and a tiny Fairy Tail crossover. And also I get practice writing a deaf character. Which is fun, if hard.

-So many KHR themed plunnies. So. Many. Mostly in the vein of taking a character from one fandom, giving them Flame powers and possibly trauma, then casually kicking them back into their native Fandom to watch the chaos unfold. I’ve had ones for Naruto (all hail Stormy Cloud Neji), for Final Fantasy VII (all hail tiny angry Cloudy Cloud)- yeah. If it’s a Fandom I’ve been in, I’ve debated a KHR style AU for it at some point.

-SPEAKING OF FF7. Have I ever talked about my shapeshifter Fem!CloudxReno fic? That was a thing I started a while ago. Got pretty far on it too, then got dragged away by other fandoms. But like- it was a whole thing where certain people are able to just- shapeshift into a large animal form, but they were a small percentage. Sort of like how a certain percentage of people have two different colored eyes in RL. You know- a genetics thing considered “normal” but also “rare and cool” so to speak. Most of those who can shift are domestic themed animals or smaller wild animals like ferrets and such, but a few rare ones turn into big preds. Mostly I just wanted cranky Werewolf!Fem!Cloud and muchly snarky Reno to wind up in a ship. I regret nothing. Someday I need to finish that fic tbh.

-I had a SOLDIER!Reno au once. It never went anywhere. I mostly just wanted to cackle over the idea of Reno being the most Ninja of SOLDIERs and the Turks constantly wondering why the heck nobody recruited him before SOLDIER got their hands on him.

-Transformers Prime angst idea where a Decepticon from Shattered Glass wound up in Transformers Prime and all the mind-angst that come from being in a universe where the bad guys are now good and your friends are all evil and crazy and horrible. Fun fact: this idea later mutated into AMOSC. But I still used to debate doing this idea as a separate AU. Then I faceplanted out of the TF fandom and have been struggling too hard to get back into it for AMOSC’s sake to really bother with another TF au.

...Idk I think that’s all I got for now. It’s hard for me to dust off some of the super old plunnies at this point. They’re either in fandoms I’m not in atm or I just- can’t remember what I was gonna do with them. *shrugs* but there you go, a peak into the dustier corners of mine brain.

[sadistic-second]

For the ship thing. Cleno (CloudxReno)?

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Given that they both have to withstand one another, it would depend on who “broke” first

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - They didn’t even know it was happening until it was too late

How was their first kiss? - A fuckin’ surprise

Wedding:

Who proposed? - I feel like Cloud would have been too shy or maybe thought it was a joke. Reno would have done it and done his best to convince Cloud that it was real.

Who is the best man/men? - Rude/Barrett

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Tifa/Aerith/Elena

Who did the most planning? - Their friends, these two can’t plan shit

Who stressed the most? - Oddly enough, probably Reno

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Cloud probably had more say in that than anyone though

Sex:

Who is on top? - Reno probably

Who is the one to instigate things? - Reno definitely most of the time

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - :dogekek: Reno is the fastest Turk so Nah, I’d say they’d last a couple hours at least.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Sometimes yes, sometimes Reno is just really fucking greedy

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - :dogekek: None, they dudes. Unless someone is willing to help.

How many children will they adopt? - Pets.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - N/A

Who is the stricter parent? - N/A

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -N/A

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - N/A

Who is the more loved parent? - N/A

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? N/A

Who cried the most at graduation? - N/A

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - N/A

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Rude/Tifa, they can’t let their best friends starve. So

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Both

Who does the grocery shopping? - Rude/Tifa

How often do they bake desserts? - They don’t

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat Lovers

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Reno

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Reno

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Cloud

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Cloud

Who is really against chores? - Both

Who cleans up after the pets? - Both

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Reno

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Cloud

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Reno

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Cloud

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Reno

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - That’s debatable

What are their goals for the relationship? - Survive/Make each other happy

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Both

Who plays the most pranks? - Reno

[agrinsosardonic]

Cleno Week 11/9-11/14

I am back asking you to support this proposition.

I have seen weeks dedicated to Cloti, Clerith, and Clack. Which is fine, but Cleno needs some love to. I am proposing that:

November 9th to November 14th is CLENO (CloudxReno) Week. 

Post your art, write fanfictions, create gif sets. Add more content for arguably the greatest pairing to come out of the FF7 Franchise. 

Please share this far and wide to get more activity. ALSO, any artist have any art of the two would like to contribute so I can add pictures to this post, that would be wonderful! 

[agrinsosardonic]

1, 2, 13 for shipping!

I just answered these but ima copy and paste anyway!

Okay so I don’t know if I can pick three but I’ll try.

1. three tropes I love: I guess definitely would be Enemies to Lovers (like all my favorite characters started off as Enemies). and then probably secret relationship; adds an extra level of dramaaa. And Amicable exes (maybe because I am an amicable ex trope haha)

2. three tropes i hate: I don’t know if this is what they mean, but in the Final Fantasy 7 fandom, where Zack is the adoring puppy dog boyfriend and Cloud is the fragile, broken, boyfriend that needs to Zack to like take good care of him. Hate it.  And then the lack of communication trope brews misunderstanding and drama. If it is written well I can fucks with it, but usually it isn’t and just annoying (see Arrow universe)

13. Top Five OTPs in past Fandoms. So I am not in a lot of fandoms, so I will do my top 5: CloudxReno, DeanxCas, HieixYusuke, CidxVincent (totally forgot about them, that was my OTP for a hot minute back in the day when I couldn’t find ANY FUCKING Cleno), and HieixOCxYusuke.

[agrinsosardonic]

New story alert!

Title: Bury the Ring

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CloudxReno (Cleno)

Summary: Cloud is an up and coming wrester for the major corporation: Shinra Wrestling. He's a master in the ring, but lacks the confidence on the mic. He teams up with the heel, Reno the Viper, with a secret past to help advance his wrestling career. However, there's an undeniable spark between the two forced foes that threatens their future at the company.

Excerpt: And when it clicked behind him, a rogue wave of words pulled him under water. Disembodied voices swirling with names that he would sooner forget. Spitting phrases with words he can barely wrap around his stubborn mountain tongue; but he’s learned to fake it enough that these lesser politicians wouldn’t think to get one over on him. The only time he’s willing to drop the Strife name. Reminding them he’s been in the business since his mother’s womb. That the ring was more his home than the western continent town, the south of everyone’s jokes. He knows what lurks behind the curtains and it isn’t pretty. And while he doesn’t want to peer through it, because then he’d really have to question what the fuck he was doing in Midgar, but he knows it’s equally foolhardy to pretend it isn’t there. The Scavenger. Waiting to pick at your body once it’s a corpse. Milk you for a storyline under you become a faded memory. Like a polaroid in the sun.

Where to read: AO3 and FF.net

[agrinsosardonic]

Wicked Little Thing

A/U: CloudxReno 

Also on: A03 and Fanfiction.net

Reno wasn’t like the other boys. 

He solidified that when he showed up at Cloud’s window in the early morning hours on the first day of his 18th summer. He had something to show him. Of the utmost importance. Cloud, with half opened blue eyes stared at the boy smirking in the window. The heat of the sun already suffocating despite just breaking through the dark clouds of night. Cloud’s skin felt like rubber. Sticky wet. Like something was crawling through the little blonde hairs on his arms. 

But still, he dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and snuck out of the sleeping house to join the other boy. Reno didn’t say much, but it’s rare for him to use any words. Follow me. Died in the humid air right as it grazed Cloud’s ears. And Reno already walking towards the forest. Cloud thought about arguing. Or bitchin’, as Reno called it. But arguing with Reno was as useful as fist fighting a brick wall. The brick wall always wins. Cloud laments this fact, silently of course, as he steps through mud and sticks towards an undisclosed location. 

The trees like statues as they provide minimal relief from the ball of flame in the sky. 

The air smelled stale and wet.

Like the mold that grows in the boys home, where Reno lives. 

The stench that sticks to their clothes; a tell-tale sign of the abandoned.

But Cloud noted, the one time Reno allowed him close enough he could take in his smell, the other boy reminded him of flames. 

They come upon a clearing. And Cloud gagged when death crept into the air. 

Rotting eggs and sulfur.  Cloud pulled his shirt over his nose to filter the smell, though even his mother’s soap proved to be a pathetic barrier. Nothing really prepared Cloud for the stench of a floating dead body baking in the hot sun. At the edge of the swamp, half of the blue flesh bobbed in the water. It’s clothes tattered and torn; button down and no pants. Bloated beyond recognition. Veins like a road map twisting along milky skin. 

Cloud darts blue eyes towards Reno. The other boy stared at the body; his face like stone never acknowledging the pungent stench. 

“Gotta get used to dead bodies if ya gonna be in SOLDIER,” he said in a thick accent that Cloud could never place, but was one more thing that separated him from the other boys. Reno’s lips tugged into a smirk. 

Cloud tried breathing through his mouth; but it tasted like spoiled meat. And he knew if he threw up, Reno would never let him live it down. He swallowed the bile that burned in his throat. And didn’t say another word. 

The sounds of summer embraced the scene. The animals that lurk in the swamp send ripples of waves crashing to the surface as they feed. Birds squawk overhead. Breaking twigs in the distance. Mosquitoes and flies buzzed too close. The hum pierced Cloud’s ear drum as he tried to swat them away. 

The heat had them both sweating through white shirts. Reno pulled his over his head, revealing the lean muscles and faded bruises. Like dying fireworks in a peach skyline. And Cloud couldn’t help but gaze along his body. Taking inventory every line and freckle until tattooed to his brain. Reno cast his two pearls of lake colored eyes upon the other boy, curious like a fox.

“Comeon,” he drawled, “we’re pullin’ it out.”

“Uuh,” Cloud stuttered, dropping his shirt from his mouth, “What?”

Reno walked closer to the body- Cloud impressed that the other boy could handle the smell- and grabbed a swollen ankle. “I wanna burn it.”

“W-what?” Cloud repeated.

“Fuckin’ what,” Reno snaps, “I ain’t speakin’ a different language.”

Reno hated speaking at all. This was the most string of words he’s spoken in a while. Cloud liked the sound of his voice. Rough like coal. Bitter like whiskey he pretended he didn’t drink when the sun went down. Not like the other boys with their clean grammar and smooth inflections uttered through pearly white teeth. Not like Clouds, who flumbles through words like he’s running through boulders. Getting caught up. Tongue too big for his mouth. Swollen. 

Cloud huffed. And followed the order. The smell only grew impossible to handle. The smaller of the two boys coughing and hacking as he tried fruitlessly to shield his nose with his shirt again. Reno watched him the whole time with hooded eyes that darkened under the mess of red hair. Cloud tried to focus on the task. And not how Reno scanned his body. Resting on the bit of skin exposed from pulling up his shirt. 

Cloud hesitated. The flesh that held together the foot to ankle looked diseased. Black. Putrid. He didn’t want to touch it, not at all. The amount of bacteria eating away at the stinking flesh was enough to make Cloud sick. But he could still feel Reno’s burning gaze. And he doesn’t want to look like a coward in front of him. He wrapped his fingers around the skin- and it feels like wet, slimy, clay. He pulled and the flesh peeled away from worn bone. Slipped from his hands like thick water. 

He yelled and jumped back, tripping over a rock. 

Reno’s laugh sounded like razor blades. He’s pacing around the clearing, holding his stomach. And if Cloud had an ounce of courage, he might swing at him. 

“Fuck you!” He shouted instead. 

“Poor lil bird.” Reno regained his composure. His toothy smile revealed two sharp canines.

Cloud scrambled back to his feet. “You’re sick, man.”

The red-head shrugs, wiping his hands on dirty blue jeans. He pulls out his crumbled pack of smokes and places a cigarette between his thin lips. 

“Can I bum one?” Cloud asked. 

Reno ignited the match, the flame orange and yellow casts haunting shadows across his face. “No.”

“Why?” 

He took a drag, “Waste.”

Cloud knew what he meant. “I heard everyone smokes in SOLDIER. I got to learn right?”

“Who told ya that? Zack?” Reno scrunched his face like the name tasted like poison on his tongue. Cloud nodded and Reno just shook his head. “Zack has half a brain and it ain’t in his head.”

Cloud doesn’t respond. Eyes wilted to the dirt ground; a large centipede crawled over his shoe and he kicked it into the lake where it can be a gators snack. 

“You can’t burn the body, by the way,” he said. “It’s too wet. It won’t catch.”

Reno grimaced in response. Cloud admired the scowl on the other boy’s face. How it compliments the rest of his rough edges. He watched him take slow drags of his cigarette. How the black smoke slowly escaped his lips, obstructing his features except for those two eyes that glow against smoke. Like the stars in the midnight sky. 

Reno was a house fire. 

And maybe Cloud felt that way because the first time he saw him Mrs. Fost house was engulfed. Glowing orange embers fell from the sky like rain. Hissed and singed when they landed on the cobble stoned street. Everyone watched. Some helped. The good  ol’ boys, like Zack, rallied each other and grabbed water from the well to put out the fire. 

Cloud stood hypnotized by the dancing reds that ate at the flimsy wood, which scorched the air. And he thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen up to that point. He wanted to feel as powerful as a fire. Eat away at the things weaker than him. But Cloud wasn’t a house fire. Cloud was the wood structure collapsing like a dying star. 

He heard the striking of a match. Turned towards the sound. 

Saw a boy, with hair the color of blood, bringing fire to the cigarette between his lips. 

He looked like danger. Cut from metal. Sharp like the switchblade in his pocket. 

And then, like now under the muted morning light, in a swamp that reeks of death, Cloud can’t stop staring at the boy. Who appeared a year ago like a phantom under the flames of destruction. Cloud gravitated to him like he was the sun. And found only darkness. A red dwarf. Two minutes from midnight and ready for armageddon. And that’s all he knew.

Reno’s past a mystery but everyone tried predicting his future.

Boys like that end up in the gutter.

The mothers whispered. 

Filthy monsters. Wicked little things. All end up dead before eighteen.

Zack and the rest of the boys warned him much the same.

You hang out with trash you start to smell.

But Reno smelled like burning wood, nicotine, and pomegranates. 

Reno was fire and Cloud wanted to burn.

Thunder cracked. Cloud looked into the darkening sky. “It’s going to rain.”

“So?” Reno grabbed a long stick and stomped back towards the body. “Afraid of gettin’ wet?” He winks, “Little birds can’t fly in rain?” 

He plunged the stick into the bloated stomach of cadaver. Black ooze pushed out. Cloud swore he heard a wheeze before another boom of thunder. He flinched as Reno dug the wood deeper until it stood on its own. 

“Wh-why did you do that?”

Reno snapped his eyes at Cloud. And shrugged, again. Cloud pursed his lips looking for words. But found vacant expressions. Reno didn’t need to explain himself; he’s red hot anger. And everything he does is a result of that. 

“You gotta learn to stab shit if you wanna be a SOLDIER.” Reno said and revealed a switchblade from his back pocket. “Comeon.”

Cloud hesitated. “W..Why?”

“I just said why, fuck.” 

The sky opened and cold rain cooled the hot earth. The drops slammed against the bloated body; singing through the dense forest and murky swamp. Tap tap tap. Rapid like bullets. 

“I won’t be stabbing something that’s already dead, right?” Cloud shifted. 

Reno removed the dead cigarette from his mouth, flicking it into the swamp and approached Cloud. His feet sunk into the mud with every step; but as if blessed, he doesn’t stumble. And the blonde can’t seem to move, even though Reno’s giving him this look; like an alligator lurking below the surface of the swamp, ready to bite his head off. He stopped too close. Cloud could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest. The bones of his rib cage that peek through the skin. The small cuts. The large black and blues. From one too many fights with those good boys. 

To Cloud’s surprise, they’re the same height. Blue green meets slate blue eyes. Reno always gave off the impression of being impossibly larger than life. Cloud crushed under his gaze. But in the pouring rain, in the morning light, with the smell of rotting flesh and still water, they were equals. 

Reno grabbed Cloud’s wrist, with a sudden movement that it stole the blonde’s heartbeat, and placed the hilt of the blade in his wet palm. 

“Stab me.”

“What!?” Cloud didn’t stutter this time. He blurted the words from his mouth with a frantic tone. He tried to move back but Reno held him firm. Rooted to the ground. “No w-way!”

“Gotta learn.” Reno grinned something vile. He closed Cloud’s fingers around the worn wood, and pressed the sharpened knife against his own side. Guiding the other boy. His skin tickling the blade like a dar. “Right here.”

“Y-y-you’re fucki-in nuts, Re.”

“You think this my first time bein’ stabbed?”

“No, bu-t-” Cloud could only shake his head, “I ain’t stabbing you. No w-way.”

Reno frowned, bringing Cloud and his wrist and the blade to his neck. “How ‘bout here?”

“That’s w-worse!” Cloud panted. “You’ll die.”

“You can’t kill me, lil bird.” And Reno laughed. A devastated laugh that sounded more like the lightning that flashed overhead. Blinding Cloud for a moment. But only a moment. And he saw electricity in the redhead eyes. And felt his skin rise towards the cement sky. And he didn’t know if the shock was from the angry god above or the boy before him, yanking him closer. Stumbling over feet. His collision with Reno- skin to skin- proceeded the thunder. 

“Hm,” Reno purrs, and Cloud felt his breath against his lips. “Ya never gonna make SOLDIER.”

Cloud growled, “F-Fuck you, Reno.”

Reno squeezed Cloud’s wrist. Tight. Until he was forced to drop the knife. “Ya finally gettin mad, huh?” 

But Cloud stared into Reno’s eyes- too busy to get mad. Trying to focus on anything else besides Reno. Not his lips and how they were slightly opened and just slightly inviting. And that he smells of smoldering flame that eats at an entire forest. And his hand feels rough around his wrist. And Cloud’s aware of the lack of blood traveling to his fingers that they are going numb. 

Reno relaxed his grip. Moving his hand up Cloud’s, over the scars that littered his calloused fingers. Burns. “I like it when ya mad,” he whispered, “ya more interestin’.”

And he’s giving Cloud the same look he flashed him at Mrs. Fost’s house fire. When the smoke around his face cleared. And Cloud saw the dramatic curves of his face. His slanted auburn eyebrows that clashed against the red hues of his hair. Mesmerized by the way his eyes glowed- literally glowed- brighter than the fire that consumed the wood house over the old women’s feverish cries. And Cloud was, himself, engulfed by Reno’s gaze that he didn’t acknowledge how the strange boy traveled from Cloud’s face, down his chest, to his bandaged right hand that blistered underneath the cloth. 

Not until the red-head curled his lips into a wicked little smirk. 

Under the rain, the hot rain that stuck to his body like grime, Reno had the same look, Curiosity mixed with bloodlust. 

Or…

Just regular lust. 

And Cloud couldn’t stand another minute not knowing if Reno tasted like he smelled-

Pressed his lips against the red-heads, snaking his fingers into his wet hair to pull him closer. Impossibly close.

He expected a fist in his face, rocking him from this earth. Instead, Reno returns the kiss twice as forceful and with more practice. Wrapping his lean arms around Cloud’s small frame. Gliding his nails through the white fabric. 

Cloud opened his mouth so their tongues can meet,

And he tasted like tar. And electricity. And sulfur. 

They managed to get off the shirt that clung to Cloud’s body like suction cups. And they were back to skin and mess of limbs and lips. 

And teeth that bit on Cloud’s lip; and he moaned from his throat a sound that rushed through Reno’s body like a shockwave. Then fall to the floor. Cushioned by the mud. 

They tarnished their bodies in dirt and filth. Rough hands digging into flesh. And Cloud couldn’t keep track of how many times Reno’s name left his bruised lips through harsh breathes. 

And he didn’t stutter. 

He memorized that name. Branded it in his brain. 

The only word he knew. 

The red-head sat up, straddling Cloud’s hips under him. Pressing his hand firm on his chest to keep him on the ground. And blue-green eyes stare at Reno. Flushed with pleading desire. But he’s preoccupied with the scars on Cloud’s chest. 

And if Reno was faded fireworks during the sun set.

Cloud was the scorched woods during sun rise.  

Old burns splashed over his pale skin. Some still pink and angry. Other’s that blended into his flesh.  

And Reno smiled.

His first real smile. 

And Cloud thought he looked like the devil. 

He dropped down, their torsos meeting. Lips just barely touching. “I knew it,” he whispers. 

And he figured it out the night they first met. That Cloud was a match that needed a spark. 

Their lips met again. Clothes torn off.

The rain and mud made their bodies slick. And Cloud dug his nails into Reno’s back while he hissed into the blonde's neck. Nipping and biting skin, adding crimson to muted colors. 

It was the tangled limbs- how Cloud didn’t know where he ended and Reno began- that had raw breathless gasps clawing at his throat. 

And they were gripped in euphoria that they forgot about the body decaying next to them. 

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The rain stopped. The heat rose from the soil and the earth felt like an oven. Reno stood over the body; his jeans stained with mud and shirt over his shoulder. Cloud walked next to him, still trying to adjust his shorts, with his own shirt balled in his pocket- his mom will have a word with him when he gets home, for sure. But that would have to wait. Right now, he relished the tingles that touched every part of his body, while he watched the red-head. New scars painted his canvas. Long streaks of red that matched the ones on Cloud’s body. And the blonde felt the throb of the bite on his shoulder; and it burned like the fire that decorated his flesh. 

He didn’t even care that Reno had marked him-

Like the house fire, Reno was the most beautiful thing he had even seen in eighteen years on this dying planet. And Cloud wanted every bite, and burn, the red head could offer him. 

Reno grabbed his pack. Placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it with his last match. 

He turned to Cloud, removed the stick and gently placed it between Cloud’s partial opened lips. The other boy blinked several times in confusion, as Reno replaced it with another one, and leaned into Cloud’s ember to light it. 

The sound of searing fire touched his ears.

His whole body twitched. 

Cloud smiled, couldn’t help it, and took a sharp inhale. Blowing the smoke right at Reno, who smirked. 

“Thought you said it would be a waste?” Cloud sing-songed.

“Heh, ya ain’t gettin’ into SOLDIER anymore. Don’t matter.”

“W-why do you say that?” Cloud cocked his head, and in mid-morning light, he looked like an innocent boy filled with naivety. 

But Reno knew better. “They don’t care for wicked little things like us.”

They shared a look under the heat of the sun that burned their skin. A look they shared against the warming flames. Where Cloud saw him for the first time and knew he needed to understand as much as he could about the mysterious boy who appeared from thin air. Who was filthy. Abandoned. A discarded trash.

But stunning. Like a god. 

He was right.

Reno wasn’t like the other boys.

And neither was Cloud. 

[agrinsosardonic]

For the shipping tropes: 1, 2, 13 😊

Okay so I don’t know if I can pick three but I’ll try.

1. three tropes I love: I guess definitely would be Enemies to Lovers (like all my favorite characters started off as Enemies). and then probably secret relationship; adds an extra level of dramaaa. And Amicable exes (maybe because I am an amicable ex trope haha)

2. three tropes i hate: I don’t know if this is what you mean, but in the Final Fantasy 7 fandom, where Zack is the adoring puppy dog boyfriend and Cloud is the fragile, broken, boyfriend that needs to Zack to like take good care of him. Hate it.  And then the lack of communication trope brews misunderstanding and drama. If it is written well I can fucks with it, but usually it isn’t and just annoying (see Arrow universe)

13. Top Five OTPs in past Fandoms. So I am not in a lot of fandoms, so I will do my top 5: CloudxReno, DeanxCas, HieixYusuke, TifaxRude, and HieixOCxYusuke. 

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Happy FFWF! What fandom(s) do you write for? How long have you written for them?

Thanks for the question! Woohoo!

I write for: Yu Yu Hakusho which is going on 18 years. 

Final Fantasy 7: For the last 15 years.

And My Chemical Romance: for 14 years. 

I really don’t write MCR so much anymore, I was bigger in the fandom from the ages of 17-21. Right now I have three on going fics. “Grimoire” which is a Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction. “Cherry Soda Boy” and “Trampoline” which are both CloudxReno fictions. All three can be found on both Fanfiction.net and Archive of our Own under my pen name Sardonic Grin. 

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Trying out the Fanfiction Writer Friday, hope you don’t mind ^-^ what Fandom do you like writing for the most and why?

Yay! Thanks for the ask!

Right now, my favorite fandom has been Final Fantasy 7. I just really enjoy the pairing I am attached to: CloudxReno. I feel they are so different and there are so many situations you can put them in to explore their personalities. Right now I have two fics featuring them: one an AU high school fic and an in-universe continuation of the main story.  But I also used to be huge in the My Chemical Romance fandom back in the day. I had roughly 3 completed fics and several different one shots. I am trying to get back into Frerard but it’s been a struggle to find inspiration. 

TL:DR: Final Fantasy 7 because Cleno is life. 

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Story Alert

Cherry Soda Boy

CloudxReno

Summary: Cloud stumbles into his junior year with the same moody chip on his shoulder that's been weighing him down since he was 13; unhappy with the path his privileged journey has taken yet unwilling to change anything. Until the fiery red-head, Reno, transfers into his school and chips away at that carefully constructed mask of apathy. But are his intentions good? Or is Reno another disappointment? 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23821528/chapters/57237637