#FVII remake

[otomiyaa]

Arranged Amusement

Rufus x Fem!Reader

[Fic Reupload] - Another old fic I got reminded of by AO3 comment. This one was written for @thelaughtercafe

Summary: You are about to get married to Rufus Shinra. For business, not love. While the two of you have been rather distant, something comes up that finally breaks the ice... (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 2.8K

Marriage. As the president of Shinra Electric Power Company it was only natural that Rufus was going to have an arranged marriage, full of benefits for both sides - though mostly his - rather than meet an elegant lady at the nearby club or at the park.

Not that Rufus would even visit the club or the park, so marriage for love was already at the bottom of his life goals by the time he was appointed to be Vice President of the company. It mattered not. 

He chose his ideal woman purely strategically and from a business point of view, and that was how you came into his life.

As the daughter of the CEO of Enyo Marine Ltd., your marriage would award Shinra with the collaboration of Rufus’ deepest ambitions: besides space, they would now expand to both the surface and depths of the oceans.

Your engagement was made public a while ago and gave you some time to pre-invest in your future relationship. Rufus was determined to succeed his father in style, with a wedding of royal level and the attention he deserved.

However with the murder of his father, that succession was here rather soon and unexpected, and all of a sudden you would meet your fiancé a lot more often than ever as wedding arrangements were in progress for the both of you.

“There, signed. Now go make it happen~” Rufus chanted as he placed his signature hastily and sent his assistants out on errands again. You eyed him from your comfortable position on the sofa. A book was placed in your lap and you had barely exchanged a word with the man you felt quite neutral about.

Yes, you were about to marry him, but from the few, very few times you already spent together, you figured he was not a person you were going to love. 

Not that you expected you would. Also for you, it was purely an arranged marriage for business benefits, and besides, the marriage came with wealth and luxury in tenfold.

While you never had a bad life at your family’s mansion, being cared for by Rufus and his staff was quite something else.

“I apologize. We finally meet again, and here I am. Busy with work, and our wedding,” he said, eyeing you from his desk.

“That’s alright,” was your short and indifferent reply. You already knew this was what your whole life was going to be like anyway, from this point on. It was already surprising you were both in the same room now for longer than thirty minutes.

A cold and icy silence was what filled the room for the next couple of minutes. That was until he was the one to break the silence.

“You know what? Perhaps it won’t be so bad for us to go out sometime. I can cancel the meeting of this afternoon,” Rufus said. 

You raised your eyebrows. Oh? Go out? “Anywhere you would like to go?” he suggested. You were impressed by his efforts to get closer to you, but at the same time you understood that your marriage was getting rushed, so he most likely was trying to make this less awkward for everyone. Including the two of you. 

“Where I would like to go...” you wondered out loud. You rubbed your foot with the other as you lounged comfortably on the sofa with your legs stretched.

“I know you are not familiar with our city’s cuisine, so perhapsー”

“ーa pedicure.” 

“....What?”

You glanced at him and boldly said it again. “Where I would like to go.. I would like to go somewhere for a pedicure,” you said, clenching your book in your hands. You felt bad to interrupt him when he was talking more than ever before, but the surprised expression on his face was kind of worth it.

“Together?” he asked, squinting his eyes. You nodded.

“I have never been to a pedicure before,” you confessed. Not that you needed to, since you were not that spoiled you had other people take care of your body. However since coming here you kind of understood that common people would visit pedicures, even if they were not from a wealthy family.

“And it could be good for us. Before the wedding,” you said. Convenience. Not a bad idea if your feet were in great shape for the wedding, right? Rufus nodded slowly.

“If that is your wish, not a problem.”

You smirked. Although he was busy and seeing you rarely, ever since the start of your engagement you knew it was Rufus’ trait to pamper and spoil you rotten. It may not have been him personally, but he would always send his people after you to tend to you, to get you the most delicious meals, to deliver the most magnificent flowers, and to give you everything you wanted.

So this too, he could not refuse. You kind of expected him to send you by yourself after all, which you would not have minded. In fact, you were kind of hoping he was not coming along since a pedicure-date was kind of odd after all. 

But in the end you did go together. Of course the selected pedicure was the best of the best, and they made you feel like royalty as they took care of your feet while you enjoyed the most delicious wine by Rufus’ side and discussed business with him. Well, this wasn’t so bad.

“Did you take a look at the guest list for the wedding?” Rufus asked. You nodded.

“I did. No remarks from my side.”

“Alright, I was considering whether we should invite your uncle.”

You frowned. “Rather not,” you muttered, but Rufus gave you a look.

“We are going to be a new family. It might not be so bad to restore ill family relations.” 

You sighed. “I understand. However my thought was that ー hahahaha!” You jolted when the treatment on your feet started to tickle all of a sudden, and you quickly covered your mouth, sadly after that embarrassing burst of laughter already echoed through the room. 

“......?” Rufus almost looked offended by your sudden outburst so you very quickly pointed at your foot that was being scrubbed right now.

“Ticklish!” you said. “Just.. a little ticklish, I apologize. That was rude of me,” you admitted, and the lady who was scrubbing your foot sent you an apologetic look.

“That is alright. So, your thought was?” he asked. Ah right.

“Actually, I was just thinking that my uncle - whahah!” you laughed again when it felt once again ticklish, and you gulped.

“.....I will think about it,” you said shyly when you felt his eyes on you. Meanwhile the poor lady apologized over and over for tickling you by accident. 

It was your first pedicure after all, so you did not expect it to tickle this much. They were definitely not the last times you laughed suddenly into Rufus’ face, but with time he seemed to get used to it, and if you were not mistaken, you were sure you could spot a very subtle smile when you let out the most embarrassing giggle again.

“I am so sorry for being so ticklish,” you whispered at the woman who felt just as ashamed and guitly for making you laugh.

“T-that is alright, it happens!” she replied. You blushed like crazy to see the way Rufus smirked at you.

“Well, that was interesting,” he said as you both finally headed out. 

“.....” There was only little you could say to that, but fortunately Rufus did not mention it again. He quickly moved on to other topics, and soon you were home again, and you stepped out of your shoes and enjoyed how soft and smooth your feet felt. 

You sat down on the couch and felt your silky smooth sole with your finger, and you wiggled your toes. Well that was just a luxury.

“You are staying?” you asked in surprise when Rufus sent out one of his assistants to get you both a pot of tea. 

“I am,” he said, approaching you with firm steps. “There is something I would like to check,” he said, sitting down by your side, and you were too slow to react when he gently took your ankle and pulled your foot in his lap.

“Check wh-whahahah! Hey- hahah! T-that tickles, hehey!” you giggled when his fingers fluttered against your bare sole. He stared at you with a serious expression but there was this slight tug at his lips as he took in your reactions.

“I thought so. You really are rather ticklish,” he observed with much interest. Your eyes widened and you threw your head back when he tightened the grip on your ankle while his fingers scribbled at the ball of your foot.

“O-obviously haha! Now quihihit ihihit!” you giggled, but Rufus was surprisingly persistent. 

“Usually you are quite the serious type. I have not heard you laugh like this before,” he said. 

!!! He was the serious type! You just.... went along with the vibe! You tried to tell him something along those lines, but Rufus brushed the soft skin of your sole with both thumbs and lightly fluttered his fingertips against the surrounding area.

“HAh-I gehehet ihihit! Ahahalright, stahahap!” you giggled.

“Get what?” he asked. What a tease! Who would have thought.

“J-just ー Nahaha not thehehere!” you laughed when his curious fingers moved towards your toes where he scribbled lightly at the sensitive skin. If a pedicure already tickled by accident, then this was just... torture. 

“Rufuhus! Plehehease hahaha!” You turned and twisted, but your foot couldn’t go anywhere. Rufus was tickling the ticklish areas curiously and tried different and various spots, but all resulted in the same hysterical laughter, though sometimes louder, and sometimes pitchier.

He was silent while he tickled you, watching you with those piercing eyes. And then finally he stopped. He released your foot which you quickly pulled back, and you gasped for breath.

“I did not perceive you to be the ticklish type,” he said. You blushed and glared at him.

“I did not perceive you to be the tickly type. What was that for?” you panted. Rufus looked at you with a cocky smirk and he shrugged.

“It is nice to see you lose your composure. I have to admit, I was never tickled before. It was amusing to see what it could result in.” 

You looked at him and were still flustered by the sudden tickle attack, but you also felt motivated to tease him back. Your serious facade was dropping hard along with your lost dignity, and you slowly moved towards him.

“You... have never been tickled before?” you asked. He shook his head. 

“Would you like to try?” 

Oh. The way he looked at you when he said that... You must admit, you did feel a little tingle in your chest right there.

“...... Yes,” you whispered, moving closer towards him. He stayed in place, and for a moment you really thought this was going to be the moment. Your moment. Tickle Rufus, for real? Watch and hear his laugh as he did to yours?

That was nothing more than a little fantasy in your mind it seemed. You let out a cry in shock when Rufus grabbed you right before you could reach for him. You saw a flash of the ceiling very quickly as you were pushed on your back on the couch, then Rufus came into your sight, looking smug, cocky and a little bit.. tempting. You gulped.

“Y-you said Iー”

“I said you could try. Try, and you failed. So....” Rufus hummed, and he lowered his hands.

“So now, I will try some of this,” he said calmly, sliding his hands down your torso until they stopped at your sides. There, he dug in slightly, and you jerked at the sudden ticklish sensation. 

“HAh-! N-noho!” you yelped, but Rufus already started to tickle you just as relentlessly as he did to that single foot of yours, except now it was your sides and he was leaning right above you, with perfect view all over your most embarrassing facial expressions and with your pitchy laughter closer to his ears. You couldn’t stop blushing. So embarrassing!

“Does that tickle?” he asked. The menace.

“Hahahaha! Y-yes nohohow stohohop!” you laughed. There went your perfect image. His perfect calm, composed and professional wife-to-be. You were literally barking in his face, all because of some silly tickling. You couldn’t believe this was happening!

“How about this?” He squeezed your ribs and you twitched, attempting to turn to the side, but he moved you back and pinned you down while he continued to explore the ticklish spots on your ribcage.

“Hehehehe! It tickles- ahhh ahaha! Nohoho!” you squealed. He just kept tickling you. Your laughter was only increasing, not decreasing, and it went from bad to worse when he managed to gather your grabby hands into one of his.

“These are in my way,” he muttered, and he pinned them above your head, leaving your torso completely exposed. You stared at him in surprise and smiled nervously.

“Mercy,” you whispered. He nodded slowly.

“Mercy, yes yes. Later,” he said, and he brought his hand to your exposed your armpit and poked the area experimentally.

“HYEah!” you shrieked. The smirk that appeared on his face was a demon’s alright. 

“Found a good spot,” he said before he started to dance his fingers around the sensitive area of your armpit.

“HAHAha! Nohohoho not thehehere! Hehehe R-Rufus ahah! I cahahan’t!”

“You can, I am sure of it. Ah yes, please place it over there,” Rufus said when his assistant entered again with the tea. 

Your eyes widened in shock as you suddenly had a temporary spectator, but Rufus kept you busy with more and more laughter by continuing the armpit tickling without pause. When he released your arms, you thought it was to grant you mercy, but it was only so he could tickle both armpits while you clamped your arms down and howled.

“Hahahahahaha!” Something merciless and sadistic started existing in this moment and you felt nervous that Rufus was so determined to tickle you to death. How much more did he need to humiliate you?

“Pleh-plehehease! HEhee!” you shrieked when his wiggling fingers aimed for your stomach next. He poked at the spot and dug into your belly, nodding when he seemingly approved with your response to them.

“Cahahan’t breheheathe! Rufus-hehehe!” you begged when he even moved his fingers under your shirt where they wiggled against your bare skin. You squirmed weakly and shook your head.

Earth to Rufus? He was so into it that he barely seemed to notice your reactions, except when you sobbed loudly because of crying and laughing at the same time. 

“O-oh!” He raised his hands all of a sudden. “I apologize.”

You had never seen him look so guilty before. You wheezed tiredly and pulled your shirt back down. 

“Are you.. crying?” 

You couldn’t help but giggle, both from the remaining tingling feeling on your body and his funny reaction.

“Tears from laughing too much is a thing, Rufus. And as I can see, tickle monsters are real too. Pffff." You sat straight and recovered from the relentless tickle attack.

“....I got carried away,” he admitted. You nodded.

“You did. I-it’s alright, just.. a breather or two wouldn’t be so bad next time.” You gulped when you realized you said ‘next time’ and you quickly looked away, blushing like crazy.

The vibe suddenly felt so much different than before the pedicure and tickle torture. You sighed and covered your chest, feeling the way your heart was racing. He did not seem appalled by your hysterical laughter either, which gave you such a nice feeling of relief.

“So... It’s an arranged marriage, but we can have some fun this way, right? We can arrange our own amusement,” Rufus said, making you tingle even more. He really said this? You looked at him and rolled your eyes fondly.

“Arranged amusement, heh, really? Well what I would like to arrange next is for me to tickle you,” you said. Now Rufus was busy again all of a sudden as he straightened his clothes and got up.

“Perhaps another time. There are some things I need to do,” he said in a hurry. You smirked. He had never been tickled before but his reaction made him appear a little flustered. Were you really flirting with your fiancé? 

“Rufus?” you said, and he turned around again. After all this you saw him in a new light, and you smiled. 

“I did have fun,” you said. Rufus’ gaze softened and he nodded. 

“So did I,” he admitted politely. He then left and it was amusing that after you got tickled to death, he was the one to leave the room, completely flustered. You chuckled. This marriage could get interesting after all... 

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Hello! I've been quiet for a while because I was working on this! It is the first chapter of my Tifa X Aerith Final Fantasy VII fanfic. This is the first of probably many chapters. The basic premise is that Sephiroth has been defeated, Aerith is dead, and Tifa is deep in grief, when she finally decides to do something about Aerith being dead. If you read it, I hope you enjoy :)

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Cloud Strife - Interlinked

Genre: angst, drabble

Disclaimers: ib yt interlinked, symphocat, long whale song ;(

Synopsis: to be interlinked

A/N: I wrote this with a person in mind, so my apologies if it doesn’t make sense or suit Cloud.

I feel this will make more sense to those who have experienced the loss of someone they thought was their person.

What is it like to hold the hand of someone you love?

Interlinked

Your own fingers interlinked as he stared blankly at the food you made him.

Interlinked

Your legs interlinked as you lay on his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath your own.

Interlinked

Your minds had become one— a direct result of the amount of time you’d spent with each other.

Interlinked

When did he change?

When did he stop seeing you when he looked at you?

You’d watched as his gaze slowly morphed overtime. When Cloud began looking through you, instead of at you.

Interlinked

Do you long for having your heart interlinked?

Interlinked

When? When when when had you become so desperately attached? When had the love you felt looking at him become tension? Searing pain blistering at your chest, walking on the sharpest of needles while in his presence?

Interlinked

In the most intimate, skin to skin moments, when he whispered against your skin that there was something about you. That there was something between you that was different.

That no one could ever recreate what you’d built together.

Interlinked

How did you feel when he opened his heart to you and in the moment that your hearts

Interlinked?

What ran through your mind when one day, his kisses became scant. The next, his eyes stopped meeting yours and the time you spent with him became but a weekly occurrence.

Cloud had changed.

It was clear how his skin became a cold touch against yours, it was obvious how it pained him to even hear your voice.

Cloud had changed. His eyes dimmed in vibrance, his hair rarely indulged in his care, his lips dried and his routine consisted of work, fighting and little to nothing more.

Cloud had changed.

He no longer loved you.

INTERLINKED

Did they teach you how to feel, finger to finger?

Interlinked

Despite how he hoped it would, despite how he screamed and yelled and fought and rampaged, not even time could not erase what once was. Time could not erase the tattooed feeling of your fingers pressing against his fingertips.

Interlinked

Cloud tried, hands pressed finger to finger against each other and digging into his forehead, to forget you.

Interlinked

Cloud did everything in his power to act like you never existed, to hate you, to do anything to move on.

Cloud would have done anything to forget you. Still, despite all of his efforts, he found himself weak in the face of your existence.

Cloud was incapable of forgetting you.

Interlinked

What he did not know, was that the feeling of your fingertips against his would never, ever fade. Regardless of the time or method he used to fix himself.

Interlinked

Do you long to have your heart interlinked?

Interlinked

“We’re interlinked…” a giggle, a heart beat, a breath, a touch, a kiss. Cloud eternally longed to be interlinked with you once more. If only once more.

Cloud hadn’t changed.

Interlinked

His hair was still jagged and soft, his hands were still calloused and lithe, his eyes were still the same hue of blue and adorned with long lashes, his voice was still gravely and deep, his body was still the same shape, though a bit bulkier.

And when he looked at you, the look in his irises was the same. Cloud hadn’t changed, he still loved you.

Interlinked

The moment that Cloud saw you, it was as though a ribbon was tied around the muscle in his chest.

Interlinked

When he met your eyes for the first time in over a year, the tie pulled ever tighter with each passing second.

Interlinked

Cloud swore to all above that the planet had stopped spinning, if only for a few moments.

Interlinked

Cloud felt his heart wrench and his gut twist when he saw you again, all the air in his lungs seemed to claw its way out of his chest, inevitably escaping him. He felt every drop of sweat like a tsunami, every memory like torture, every recollection and every sprout of a tear being ripped from the tight shackles he’d hoisted down on himself after you left.

Interlinked

When Cloud saw you again, he was forced to relive the moment you were ripped away from him.

Interlinked

Do you feel that there’s a part of you that’s missing?

Interlinked

The hole created by Cloud in your stomach the day that you separated grew larger with every second that you stared into his eyes.

The pain returned with a vengeance, as though the wound had been inflicted yesterday.

Interlinked

Do you recall the feeling of meeting the eye of the person you love again?

Interlinked

When his bright blue eyes, deeper than any ocean could ever hope to be, became the center of your eyesight again, everything and everyone around you ceased to exist.

“We’re interlinked…”

His voice had been deep, muffled against your chest as his warm lips kissed past your sternum and down your bellybutton.

Interlinked

There wasn’t a day that you didn’t think of Cloud. There wasn’t a single hour of any day for the past year and a half that you were not tortured by the memories you made together.

Interlinked

“I will do anything-“ a husk of a memory. It was the first and last time you had heard Cloud beg. Beg you to stay. Beg you to forgive him. Beg you to rethink leaving him. Beg you not to walk away from him. “You can’t. You can’t do this.”

Interlinked

Tears stabbed at your eyes, the memories of your time with Cloud, and the months of agony you’d gone through before and after your separation were all enough to wrench your stomach like a vice and urge bile to rise in your throat.

Interlinked

You swore to every living being, to every god, to every rose, to every diety and every star that graced your vision that you would never allow another person to become your missing puzzle piece. Because the dry heaving, head spinning experience you had when you left to empty your stomach a moment after seeing cloud again, and then turned to see him breathing heavily behind you and desperation splitting his face gave you the visceral urge to curl into a ball.

You’d never truly wanted to die before.

You didn’t know what it was like to relive your world cracking and shattering to pieces, every fragment of your soul being spread far and thin until picking up the pieces became all but a feeble wish.

Interlinked

Your emotions had been run so raw by the mercenary in front of you that laying eyes on him, the missing piece of your soul, after a year and a half, was another trauma in and of itself.

Interlinked

Love could not,

never had been, nor ever would be

A word strong enough to depict the magnitude of the torrent of emotions that Clouds existence gave you.

You cursed him for it

Interlinked

“DO YOU FEEL THERE IS A PART OF YOU THATS MISSING?”

He was silent because he knew he didn’t need to say anything for millions of words to fill the air between you.

Interlinked

When you touched again, another rise of bile threatened you; you pushed it down.

Still, not a word managed to leave him.

Interlinked

You couldn’t recall a single moment when you and Cloud hadn’t been interlinked. There hadn’t been one moment when your minds were not one or when your bodies were not in sync.

Interlinked

You were interlinked when you were in love, you were interlinked before you separated and you were interlinked during your separation.

Interlinked

And you were interlinked then again, in the moment that your arms snaked around his neck and his around your waist, your arms a bond taut and unbreakable. Whether from the trembling strength of his arms pressured around you or the painful depth of your shared emotions in the moment, Cloud had managed to steal your breath once again.

Interlinked

Do you feel

there’s a part of you

that’s missing?

___

Hope you enjoyed, this was self indulgent

[ittybittypixel]

Sephiroth “And they call her… Jenova.”

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