#and poor tifa

[rocketbirdie]

this could have been rebirth but we were robbed

[trialnumbergamma]

Always pick the stairs

[rooksbooknook]

[aceduooooooooooooooooooooooooo]

I got one of those 3d printed dragon fidgets at an art fair and I've named him Genesis

[tifa-simp]

Funny that when I think of Sephti and Rufti, I can imagine Tifa changes Sephiroth in a better timeline but I can't imagine she does the same with Rufus. Rufus is a rich white nepo baby with daddy issue, has superiority complex and a bunch of goons that willing to die for him, Seph is broke test tub baby, has both parents issue, used to be a pretty decent dude and was betrayed by many people. It's easier to imagine the second guy gets better with help than the first guy. No amount of love can change capitalism.

[strife-geographic]

[xdevilrushx]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61560016/chapters/158662117

Mistlefoe - Part 3: "The Kunoichi and the Green-eyed Monster"

"'kay, dinner should be ready in about thirty minutes," Tifa announced, eyeing the roast slowly cooking in the oven.

She picked up two mugs of steaming hot chocolate from the counter and walked over to the nearby couch, ducking just in time to avoid an excited Denzel and Marlene zipping past her, followed by an even more hyperactive Yuffie. The two kids were practically about to burst from anticipation, and Yuffie's provocations weren't helping matters in the slightest. They continued to hound each other throughout the entire house, eventually locking into a tug-of-war over a giant candy cane. The kids, sensing that they were no match for the feisty ninja in that department, wisely decided to let Yuffie "win" by releasing their end of the Christmas confection, sending her tumbling into the pile of presents behind her. "Sorry!" she shouted, a sheepish grin on her face as she scrambled to put everything back in its place. Her frantic efforts only served to get her further tangled up in the decorations, nearly bringing the Christmas tree crashing down in the process.

"Isn't she going to become an empress one day?" Zack inquired as Tifa joined him on the couch.

"Some day, sure," Tifa replied, giggling. "A long time from now, I hope."

Even though she had celebrated her twenty-second birthday last month, Yuffie still possessed the same gremlin energy she'd displayed when they first met. Sure, she had her bursts of maturity every now and then, but there was something irrepressible about her playful nature. It was reassuring, in a way, Tifa thought, how some things remained the same regardless of the passage of time.

#

Cloud watched as Zack and Tifa draped themselves in a warm blanket, enjoying their hot chocolate by the roaring fire. A hint of a smile surfaced on his features. After Zack's return from the Lifestream, it hadn't taken long for them to slide into a cozy, comfortable relationship, and now, only a year later, they both wore matching engagement rings. He couldn't be happier for the two of them, but the sight of the two lovebirds still served as a reminder of his dilemma. He frowned again, thinking about his own upcoming proposal. He knew he didn't possess Zack's confidence and easy-going charm, and worried that he was going to screw things up somehow.

Aerith walked over, interrupting his thoughts again as she hugged him from behind. She leaned over his shoulder, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "I'm gonna go get changed real quick."

"All right," Cloud replied, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as she departed, heading upstairs. He took the ring out of his pocket again, scrutinized it intently, sighed, got up from his seat, and started pacing the floor, agonizing over the exact timing of his proposal.

#

Barret had finally put a stop to the children's reign of destruction and gotten them to settle down long enough to read them a Christmas story. Yuffie sat at the far end of the bar, her head resting on the counter as she listlessly rolled a pair of materia back and forth in a mindless, repetitive motion, playing with the colorful orbs like marbles.

She looked up briefly as Denzel and Marlene laughed out loud at some part of the story Barret was reading for them. The big man truly gave his all where story time was concerned, doing all the silly voices and whatnot. Yuffie couldn't help but smile at that image. "He's such a dad…" she thought. "… Unlike mine," her brain quickly added, as if to cancel out any pleasant thoughts she might be having.

She returned to her sulking, without even knowing exactly what it was that was bothering her. She felt strangely isolated, even while surrounded by her friends. Her newfound Avalanche family was everything to her, and yet…

"Ugh, gross… Zack and Tifa are making out again," she thought.

Then she blinked. Was that it? Loneliness? Maybe. It was hard not to feel that way, surrounded as she was by lovey-dovey couples everywhere. Zack and Tifa, Cid and Sierra, Aerith and Cloud… Hell, even Vincent was tentatively flirting with his fellow ex-Turk, Cissnei, at the bar.

Vincent Valentine.

Flirting.

Not to mention Denzel and Marlene on their eternal play-date. She couldn't believe she was feeling jealous of those two rascals.

All in all, it was no exaggeration to say that she was feeling left out. It was Christmas, dammit. Supposedly the happiest time of year. Didn't she deserve some physical affection, too?

She spotted Cloud pacing the floor, fretting over something or other by the look of it. More importantly, she noticed that he was hovering just underneath the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling. Feeling emboldened as she slammed down her half-finished glass of hard cider, she got up and started to approach her prey…

[darthjader2005]

Cloud's Haircut

Yuffie: Hey Cloud, I found your hair trimmer!

Cloud: Huh?

Yuffie: It's a life-size pencil sharpener! *giggle*

Cloud: *scowls*

Tifa: You know, he did have a ponytail when we were younger.

Yuffie: Yeah, I bet they just grabbed his ponytail and snipped it and it stayed that way.

Zack: *laughing his ass off*

Yuffie: And you look like a hedgehog! *laughing uncontrollably*

Zack: At least I don't look like I stuck my head in a pencil sharpener.

Cloud: *mumbles irritability* I wonder if Vincent is looking for a roommate...

Poor Cloud 😆😂 But we all love his adorable fluffy hair 😍🥰

[dark-elf-writes]

Cloud trying to act casual: hey *leans against wall*

Cloud: *immediately falls through it because it was in fact a large curtain*

Idol group: he’s perfect

Cloud: *practices what he’s going to say for hours the night before so he sounds cool and not insane at all*

Cloud the day of in a heavy mountain accent: I love y’all’s work

Cloud, internally: I have to flee the country and change my name there is no other solution cloud is dead. My mother will have to attend my funeral as I escape in the dead of night in a terrible storm.

Idol Group: Well we can’t not marry him

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

“Hey Cloud! I brought a friend with me today!”

The blond is already half smiling, turning with a retort in the tip of his tongue before he feels like the life is being sucked out of him. Wide, acid green eyes are staring back at him, shock and disbelief apparent in them but Cloud doesn’t even see that.

All he sees is sadistic glee and malice, silver hair hanging around him like a curtain as he tries to claw his way out from under him. A low, haunting laugh echoing in his ears along with the steadily increasing sound of his heart.

There’s another voice, one that sounds so familiar yet so far away. It sounds worried. Worried and scared and Cloud hates that it sounds like that. Why does he hate it?

The silver haired man is opening his mouth, readying to say something but Cloud panics. Stumbles back against the counter behind him and sends the contents of it scattering everywhere. The sound is so sudden and loud in his ears that it pulls him from his haze, makes him realise he’s having a panic attack in the middle of work.

Tifa hears the noise, comes out with the same concern in her words before she’s yelling. Cloud thinks he sees her round the counter and he wants to pull her back. Needs to pull her back to safety but he can’t fucking move.

There are hands on him, grabbing at his arms and making the panic worse. He lashes out blindly, trying to get them off and choking out a scream when they don’t budge.

Tifa’s suddenly in front of him and the relief of seeing her unharmed and away from danger makes him sob, unintelligible words escaping him in mumbles as she cups his face gently. Her eyes are wide, glazed over with tears despite the small smile she’s trying to muster.

“Hey. Hey. It’s ok. We’re ok. Deep breaths with me Cloud. Come on. Follow my lead.” She takes one of his hands, placing it on the centre of her chest and taking exaggerated breaths.

It takes a minute. A whole minute that feels like eternity with the way his lungs burn and his energy slowly saps away.

“There you go. Just a few more Cloud. You’re ok.”

[novakaiserart]

been catching up on Rebirth and i cant get over Aerith trying to be the wingman to both Cloud and Tifa while they're way too dense to pick up on anything

really hope Zack and Aerith get to catch up :(

following pic is me to Cloud for being such a fucking dick to Tifa all the time

[rocketbirdie]

tifa honey... you gotta bring it up with him please i'm begging you...

[epicwin64]

Man FF7R3 is going to HURT emotionally. I really want them to elaborate on how the gang copes with Aerith’s death (I felt that they didn’t do much with her death as I thought they would; like Vincent and Cid aren’t even there LIKE COME ON), especially how Cloud and Tifa grieve her death (Cloud will finally realize that Aerith is DEAD in the main timeline, and he’ll take that news very personally; he is going to shut down hard and say he’s “guilty” and let everyone down). However, Tifa will reassure him that he’ll be okay (even though he’ll keep doubting himself until Puppet!Cloud emerges). But after Cloud’s whole episode at the Northern Crater, Tifa is going to SNAP. Having had her village burned down (and Shinra covering it up), her father murdered by Sephiroth, seeing her best friend’s dead body, and now losing the one person who’s been there for her (and vice versa)? She’s probably going to have enough with all the trauma she’s faced, and I think this should be executed with Tifa having a nightmare where she encounters Sephiroth (right after the party is captured in Junon) taunting her about her insecurities and trauma. We have seen Tifa get angry before, but this time, she will be ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS. Think of when Ellen Ripley confronts the Xenomorph Queen in her armor in Aliens. Having the man responsible for all the heartbreak in her life taunt her will set her over the edge.

[timmydraker]

Tim who does crochet.

It’s Dick who is given the first gift, long before Tim is Robin and even before he knows who Robin is.

It was simply because he was a kind kid who had been there to witness something horrible and wanted to comfort the poor boy he saw sobbing off two lost loved ones.

Little Tim walked up to Dick with the crochet elephant that was admittedly a little funky looking and held it up to him without making eye contact. He had hidden the small plushie from his parents lest they disapprove of his hobby, just like they did with drawing and skating.

Dick had beamed happily and held onto the toy, saying it was so cute and how Tim should be so happy to have it.

Tim had frowned and shook his head, “It’s for you, Mister Grayson. It’s Tifa.”

Never had Tim seen someone so in awe of his creation as he did in that moment and it made him beam just like Dick had been.

Once Dick took the little elephant into his hands Tim had bolted away.

Bruce was next, being gifted a big fluffy jumper on his first birthday after loosing Jason. It was a soft, light green with too long sleeves that went over his ass. It was big, far too big, and thick enough that it might even be too hot in autumn.

He didn’t wear it for a while, mainly because he ignored the big wrapped present Tim had left in his room out of guilt and shame and even a little frustration.

When he opened it up he put it on and promptly broke down, finding the feeling more similar to a hug than he thought something non-hug could get.

He wore it in front of Tim once to show he appreciated it and then wore it whenever he was injured.

Steph got a few things, mainly tops and one big blanket that he gave her after they reconnected when she came back. It had been his way of saying he forgave her and wanted to be her friend again without using words.

Cass got a big poncho with a hood that was rainbow, bright and loud while still capable of hiding her when she felt she couldn’t be seen.

It took a long time for him to make Jason anything after he came back. When he did, him and Tim avoided each other for over a year until Tim overheard Alfred talking to Bruce about how sad it was to not see his two bright boys getting along.

Alfred had been pouring tea with the pot he made a kettle warmer snug with Lilly of the Vally on it when he said it.

So, Tim had searched through his old photos of Jason’s Robin and made himself recall those old ideals and awe. He made himself remember what Jason also had ripped from him and, while it wouldn’t change or excuse how Jason had brutalised him, it made him understand him more.

He decided that instead of joining to Jason and having a heart to heart, that he should do what all bats did and start off without saying a thing.

He makes Jason a blanket that took him over a month of a floral book cover of Jane Ire.

Tim was relived when it was done and simply left it laid out on Jason’s bed in his latest hideout with a note that said,

“I know little about Jane Ire, maybe you could tell me about it sometime?

~ Tim. D.”

Jason had sent him a text a day later to say he could send him a copy with his annotations if he wanted.

It wasn’t long after Tim had read the book, taking twice as long with all the notes Jason had left in it, that he was then left to make something for Damian.

Naturally, he didn’t want to at first.

Also naturally, he got bored and wanted to make another animal after seeing Tifa again. She was cute, but a little munted with age.

He took one look at Titus and promptly made a plan to create him with crochet. He wanted to give it to Bruce after he was done, but he’s only an asshole when he finds it entertaining.

At heart, he’s a kind boy, so he gives it to Damian.

When he gets an actual, verbal thank you from the new Robin, he makes Alfred the Cat and Ace, then finally Bat-cow and Goliath.

The best thing he’s made, according to Duke, is Signals first ever fan made merch that he wears nearly all the time.

Kate says that wrong because the leg warmers he made for winter patrols have apparently saved her life.

Salina would say it’s actually the cat pawed mittens he made her when he was twelve and never told Bruce about.

[notexactlyei]

cloud strife dating hcs — ★

contains both sfw and nsfw!!

mdni with nsfw parts.

contains: intentional lowercase, awkward cloud, cute cloud, dom cloud, fluff, smut, gn/fem bodied reader, gn pronouns!

sfw

- at first I feel like cloud would be a bit awkward

- he would definitely be a bit mad at himself because he's supposed to be this tough dude..

- but then you come in and BAM you're just so??? cute??? and he doesn't know how to react to cuteness so he just stands there like 🧍‍♀️ while cussing himself out in his head and being like "not cute shut up annoying annoying"

- and then you'd be all nice to him, just a genuinely kind person and he wouldn't be able to hate you

- he would just suppress his feelings like he always does but you would make it very difficult to him

- if you two were really close then he would maybe flirt a little bit considering the tifa drink scene but just a BIT

- he definitely wouldn't confess first, mans would be too scared and confused. he would think you hate him. So you would have to take the first move.

- when you do confess though, he would just.. be there.

- just stand there. shut down. aaaand... wait, is that a blush you see?!

- you would have to snap your fingers at him to actually get him to react

- "oh- uh, yeah.. I guess.. I like you too."

- he would be very doubtful and afraid that maybe you didn't actually like him, def would overthink the whole situation a lot.

- when you start dating.. he is still a bit awkward. needs some time to warm up.

- but as soon as he does, he is quite affectionate in a cloud-y way

- would scoff and roll his eyes a lot at you but that smile that he just can't get rid of when you "annoy" him tells you everything you need to know

- would love holding you and teasing you about things

- witty

- would absolutely adore it if you played with his hair

- he would just lay down on top of you, his head on your chest.. and as soon as you'd start playing with his hair, he'd make these cute little contented noises, almost catlike

- secretly plays mario kart

- no one can know this. idk why. it's cloud, okay? don't ask why playing mario kart is such a forbidden thing for him.

- one day u catch him and he just freezes.

- "hellooo earth to cloud????"

- *cloud.exe has stopped working*

- then u just take the controller in ur hands so that u could play too

- cue the most aggressive mario kart game ever

- he is SO good but at the same time he sucks ass idk how he does it. one time he's beating you by one lap next he's driving into every obstacle on the map

- ahem

- anyway

- back to fluffy cloud

- would watch you while you cook

- makes up excuses to do that

- "i need to make sure you don't burn the house down" BITCH YOU'RE THE ONE THAT TRIGGERED THE SMOKE DETECTOR LAST TIME

- again, he loves to hold you. he's usually the big spoon but sometimes he also wants to be the little spoon yk?

- poor baby's been through a lot and just needs some comfort :(

- shh there there, just pet his hair and hold him

- he might cry. it's very VERY rare but if you manage to make him feel extremely safe with you then he might cry

- give him love

- now

- NOW

- anyways

- now that I've made you all "awww that's so cute and sad"

- let's move on to smut

- nice topic contrast huh? ik ik

(ok minors now it's ur time to leave! byebyeeee <3)

NSFW

- ass guy!

- would walk behind you a lot just to get a nice view

- when you ask him about it he's like

- "i just need to make sure you're alright. what about it?"

- his fav position would probably be from the back

- would grab your throat (gently, not choking you.. unless you asked for it) or hips in that position

- considering the hand massage parlor scene, the noises he made.. I think a lot of them were suppressed too, so I think he would be pretty vocal if you dommed him

- but here's the thing

- he won't let you

- he is your dom

- first couple sessions he's really gentle

- but oh boy after that

- this boy is rough!!!

- would want you to sit on his lap a lot, which would usually lead to other things ;)

- "sit on my lap"

- "but-"

- "sit. now."

- yessir thank you sir

- would prefer receiving over giving, but he would still love giving.. he'd just love the sight of you choking and gagging on him so so beautiful <3

- when he'd give you oral he'd go ham

- he wouldn't really care if you tried to squirm away, he would just grab your hips to keep you in place

- "stay still"

- loves your cute little sounds

- when you're just bouncing on top of him but suddenly you stop cause you just can't take it anymore, he grabs your hips and just moves you up and down

- if you were being a sassy brat or made him jealous then oh god prepare yourself

- bro will NOT go easy on you

- will not use toys - he would show you how good he is without them

- loves when you wear his clothes

- can be sweet and passionate at times

- when he finally lets you dom him (which takes a lot of convincing)

- his whines and whimpers are just so heavenly. like OH MY GOD.

- secretly enjoys being overstimulated

a/n: I might update/edit this :)

[lavendermatchastrife]

warnings: 18+ mdni, short smut fic, very short sorry I was just feeling some type of way, cloud x reader

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Cloud strife unintentionally gets you going way too often. It’s bad enough that he’s got the sluttiest waist you’ve ever seen. It’s downright envious that he has a body that’s toned and muscular from working out, training, countless missions, carrying that big ass sword around. It should be illegal that he has the prettiest baby blue eyes, and the softest blond hair ever. All of that aside, he’s always flexing his damn arms while in that godforsaken sleeveless top. Sure his hands are put away, but the gloves are really an added bonus to the visual masterpiece that he is. He tenses his jaw when things tick him off. The noises he makes in the back of his throat and his forced out grunts when he’s exerting himself one way or another...you have to excuse yourself because it’s doing things to you that are highly inappropriate, and poor Cloud is completely unaware. He doesn’t deserve to be ogled like that! You’re truly no better than a man.

Unbeknownst to you, you drive Cloud just as crazy. Why do your skirts have to be so short? Is it really so necessary to bend over or squat down while dressed like that? And right in front of him? Your plump thighs and ass in those little shorts, skirts, tiny dresses, he has to will his jaw not to hit the floor when he’s around you. Your skin is always so soft, it appears glossy and moisturized, the way the sun causes it to almost sparkle makes you seem angelic. It takes his breath away. Don’t get him started on your noises. Your quiet little “ah!” “mmph!” “huff!” whenever you’re helping Tifa move things around the bar, or cleaning off the tables and other surfaces. It pitches a very unwanted tent in his pants. He’s always grateful that he’s seated at the bar so at least his lap is hidden away from prying eyes.

With the way things are between the both of you, unspoken longing and hidden mutual desire, it’s no wonder things ended up the way they did. With you, sprawled out on his bed. Quiet apartment growing noisier with your desperate noises. Legs hooked over his heaving shoulders as he frantically eats you out. Neither of you had bothered to even undress, the tension between you had gotten to be too much earlier in the day.

What, with you “sneakily” pressing your backside flush against his front when you were on an unusually crowded train. The way he gripped your hips before you could fully move away from him, because he’d had it, caused a quiet yelp to escape you in the condensed space. You’d gone too far, he felt you squish your soft ass further against him. Although, it was really just to tease him! You didn��t think he’d even notice, hoping to play it off like you needed more room to move around. Like you were just being pushed into him because of the growing crowd and had to squeeze in further.

He knew better though, it was just too obvious now. You shot him a look through your lashes, a demure smile overtook your expression before you eventually tantalizingly bit your bottom lip. Finally! He’d noticed you. Noticed how much you wanted him. You’d worn that short skirt specifically for him because you knew he liked it. You did your hair in a style he complimented you on months prior. Your top was low enough for him to see heavy cleavage from his position behind you.

That was quite enough from you, if the bruising grip he had on you said anything.

It really wasn’t a surprise that you ended up laid out, thighs pressed into the mattress, skirt hiked up to your waist, top pulled up and over your bouncing breasts, while he drilled himself into you relentlessly. Not a care for any of his neighbors in the surrounding units, even though one of them was Tifa, for crying out loud. None of that mattered to either of you. Your wetly smacking bodies, his poor thumping mattress, your hasty shared breaths and sighs and quiet desperate moans. That’s the only thing that mattered, just the both of you as your noises filled the usually quiet space.

Eyes locked onto one another, your hands carded into his fluffy tufts of blond hair. He was rough, inexperienced, but that was okay. It felt great, you didn’t really have anything to compare it to either but you knew in your soul that it was way too good for a first timer. Probably better than anyone with experience. His stamina was crazy, he controlled his waist so fluidly, his wandering hands left a trail of fire in their wake as he felt you up and teased your sensitive spots. It was too good, amazing even, tears pricked your eyes and threatened to spill because you really didn’t want the moment to end.

Later, when things finally settle down after a few rounds of sloppy unforgiving sex, you lay in his arms desperately trying to find a way to save whatever you think you ruined. Little do you know that Cloud won’t be letting you go, not even for a second. He wanted more than your body, he had feelings for you for quite a while he was just unsure how to go about things. Don’t worry though, he’ll make sure to tell you just how he feels in the morning. For the time being, he just needed to hold you against him, and get some well deserved rest.

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a/n: #needthat