#cloud strife fanfic

[naehoonx]

" I love you " - cloud pov [ oneshot ]

→ SUMMARY: cloud was never good with his words. a guy who appears to be cold towards others but since a few days he seems .. different towards you. its like something is burning on his tounge.

→ GENRE: fluff; awkward; innocent; confession; mutual feelings; golden retriver energy.

→ RATING: 13+

→ NOTE: i know this is something completely different from the things i normally write. normally i only write about jungkook and taehyung but since FF7 came out .. i found my love for Cloud again. So i decided to write a pov about him. maybe more will follow on the future. also please keep in mind that english isnt my mother tounge, thanks. IMPORTANT; The city mentioned never appeared in the games. its my own interpretation! also my gaming povs mostly never matches with the games.

♡.°₊ˎ SONG FOR THIS ONESHOT

your hands were sweaty as you were sitting outside in front of the old house. it wasnt something fancy, just an old block house deep inside the woods which served as some kind of shelter for your little group. The cold evening air blew a few strands of hair into your face. It would be a while before he would come outside to join you. for a short moment you regretted volunteering for this sort of misson, not that it would be difficult. this wasnt the reason why you suddenly became so nervous. You looked up at the darkening sky with your lips pressed together. A few small stars could be seen here and there, so it was a perfect evening to search for a flower which only blooms once a month on a full moon night. The fabric of your light blue dress began to rustle as you moved back and forth on the tree trunk. its been 20 minutes already, what took him that long? you wiped your sweaty hands on your dress once again. If this continues you would have to go back inside to change again. surely tifa would raise an eyebrow, probably asking herself if that was some kind of sheme from you. making sure that "he" will really come with you. he trusted you, so you trusted him, naturally. but still, you were nervous. This would be the first time in months that you've done something alone together. The others accompanied you on every other mission. You loved your friends but sometimes you wished you had more time alone with him. from behind the old wooden door finally opened but you were too nervous to turn around to face him yet.

"are you ready?" his voice was gentle in your ear which why you finally turned around.

the second you did, you cursed yourself for not preparing a bit longer. the man in front of you was none other than Cloud Strife, your best friend, your companion and the men you had a crush on for so many months now. cloud had always been beautiful in your eyes but tonight he looked completely different. his armor was gone, so he only wore his dark turtleneck tank top, matched with a pair of dark pants. your eyes traveled down on his arms as you noticed that he also werent wearing the gloves which he was normally wearing. compared to him you looked like always. even his blonde styled hair looked a bit messy underneath the rising moonlight.

"whats wrong? did you saw a ghost?" raising one of his eyebrows, cloud crossed his arms in front of his chest. "i- uh no! you just look so different ..." "dont be silly and come ..."

without another word he finally started walking ahead. cloud never talked much, not even with you so it wasnt suprising that he didnt paid much attention to your remark. slowly you started to follow him into the woods. the both of you only heard rumours about this special flower. apparently it glows in the dark whenever moonlight hits one of its petals. beside that it didnt had any powers but tifa really wanted to plant one on her garden. at first you thought you could go alone but the second cloud heard that you were going outside at night, alone, he decided to tag along.

fidgeting with your fingers all you could see was his back in front of you. cloud even left his buster sword at home. looking down at his bare hand a slight glimmer of red crawled up your cheeks. there was only one time were you held hands with him and this only happened because of a small accident. it happened on one of the many Shinra ships. cloud was busy fighting off some of the soldiers while you were busy cracking the code to the main gate. It wasn't a difficult task as long as cloud could distract the others, but one soldier didn't seem to fall for it. suddenly someone grabbed your shoulder and pushed you backwards. you landed roughly against the nearest wall. Of course, cloud noticed this and immediately rushed to your side. he grabbed your hand to pull you behind him. the whole time he protected you, he never let go of your hand. so that was the closest you ever got to holding his hand with him. beside that nothing romantic ever happened between the two of you. after a while you came to the conclusion that cloud, probably, doesnt like you like this. in the beginning this perception was hard and you were heartbroken for days. maybe it was too much to ask for, considering how clumsy cloud is and that he doesnt really talk about his feelings.

"everything okay?" you nearly bumped against his chest, not noticing that cloud has stopped in his steps. were you sighing again? did he heard it? you could feel how your cheeks grew hotter with every passing second. in a fast motion you shook your head as cloud took a step into your direction. "are you sure? you were sighing pretty loudly. are you already tired? If yes .. dont worry we are nearly there"

you wanted to answer something but cloud turned around again. expecting to take up his pace you took a step forward but in the next moment something warm slipped into your hand. suprised your eyes darted downward and at the same time your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. cloud held your hand, he really held your hand. slowly your fingers closed around his palm. Whenever you pictured this day in your head, you never imagined that his hand would be so soft. it was like you were holding a fluffy cloud in your palm, carefully not to crush it.

with a slow motion cloud slowly started to walk again. like usual he didnt addressed the thing he just did and you were fine with it. by now you were too busy to calm down your pounding heart inside your chest. slowly cloud pulled you between some green bushes into a clearing. you could imagine that in this meadow many beautiful flowers were blooming, since its been night most of them were sleeping peacefully. As your eyes scanned the meadow, they stopped in a certain place. You immediately let go of cloud hand just so you could run to that spot.

"hey Y/N! whats wrong?" his voice rang in your ear but your eyes didnt left the spot. this was it, this wasnt a dream right?

suddenly you came to a halt and kneeled down on the ground. right in front of you were the glowing flower. it was so beautiful that you didnt even noticed how cloud kneeled down on the ground right beside you.

"its beautiful isnt it ...?" you asked him as your fingertips brushed over the delicate petals "yes ... more than beautiful" "say cloud how should we-"

the moment you turned your head into his direction you noticed that he was looking at you. cloud's face was so close and yet so far at the same time. from this distance you could clearly see his eyes which looked so beautiful to you. some other people were scared of him because of the Mako in them but for you, it was something totally normal. the glow from the flower was illuminating his face and for the first time you were able to see a slightly red shimmer on his cheeks. was he blushing? slowly you lift your hand up just to make sure youre not dreaming. mid air cloud catched your wrist with his own hand just to place it against his cheeks. at the same time your eyes widen feeling his soft warm skin at the back of your hand. what was wrong with him all of a sudden? why was he so affectionate?

"im sorry. i lied to you Y/N" "w-what do you mean ... ?" "tifa didnt wanted that flower. i just ... wanted to show you something beautiful ... and i thought such a flower would be the perfect thing you would enjoy"

you could see the hurt in his eyes, probably thinking you would be mad at him now. shaking your head you turned your hand inside of his palm into an direction so you were able to cup his cheek. how could you have been so blind? yes cloud never talked about his feelings but he always made sure to show them. especially around you he was always considerate, making sure that you felt comfortable on all their journeys.

a small smile appeared on your face "im not mad. thank you for showing me something so .. beautiful cloud."

the moment you pulled away from him to get up again, cloud squeezed your hand more tightly. in the next second your cheek was met with his chest, the soft fabric of his turtleneck shirt carressing your skin.

"cloud ...?" "Y/N I ..."

it was clear to you that he was struggling to find the right words. with a smile on your face you slowly lifted your head up, the red on his cheeks grew heavier with every second he kept looking at you. anxiety crawled up inside of you as his grip loosens around your body, what if he changed his opinion about you? a nervous chuckle escaped your mouth as you wanted to turn your head away but clouds hand on your cheek forced you to look back. there wasnt much time to contemplate what to say because in the next moment his warm lips met yours. at once your whole body felt like jelly as it immediately relaxed inside of his arms. it wasnt a passionate kiss he shared with you, it was a soft and careful kiss. clouds heartbeat hammered against your chest, it was so strong and loud that you could hear and feel it. as you wrapped both of your arms around his body to kiss him back, he slowly broke the kiss. clouds lips were still hovering above yours, just millimeters away. it was a sweet distraction from the words he finally managed to say;

"I love you, YN"

those words were enough, nothing more needed to be said. with a small nod your head moves forward to occupy his lips again. that was everything cloud needed as an an answer. the moon kept shining down on the both of you, wrapping your bodies in blue moonlight. it was like the whole forest approved of your feelings to each other as all the animals went quiet. around the both of you some fireflies took off from the grass into the sky. this moment belonged to you and cloud, no one could take this away from you anymore.

[enyaiasmim]

Cloud Strife x Fem!Reader

Tags: SFW, kiss, romance, kinda angst.

Plot summary: Cloud was away for two years, you got into an accident and lost your left eye and also got a huge scar on your face's left side. Cloud went searching for you, but you were scared of his reaction seeing you like that.

Disclaimer: English is NOT my mother language. So please, spare me of any unnecessary comments, thank you.

FOR REFERENCE *BUT ON THE LEFT SIDE LOL*

You looked away of him, completely ashamed of the scar on your face. Cloud was behind you, you could only hear his breathing.

- Don't hide from me - he said firmly.

You slowly turned your head to face him, tears falling from your right eye. Cloud closed the distance between you two and took your hands into his.

- I look horrifying! I could make a child cry! - you said, voice embargoed.

- What in the world makes you think, my dear, that I would care about your appearance when it's been such a long time I haven't seen you?

You looked deep into his eyes, those mesmerizing eyes. Your breath caught in your throat… More tears rolled down your face.

- Don't you get it yet? You are the one who makes me get butterflies just by being near me. When I feel your warmth, hear your voice, smell your sweet scent, just by looking at you… All these things numb my thoughts with you, only you. And if that really matters to you… Not for a second have I thought you looked terrific. You are the most beautiful creature that has crossed my path, and Lord, - he looked to the sky - Thank you for that… - he paused, looking back at you. He approached further, joining your foreheads, both your noses touching.

- I love you. - he said, smiling.

- I… I… I love you too, Cloud. - you answered, smiling too. Cloud took your face into his hands and started distributing kisses on your scar, down to your mouth, capturing your lips in an extraordinary kiss.

end :)

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

On the Run | Cloud Strife x OC

Summary: Sable’s routine intel exchange turns deadly when she’s ambushed by Shinra forces, only to be saved by Cloud. In the aftermath at her bar, The Rook’s Roost, an unguarded moment reveals Cloud's softer side.

Words: 7,981

Tags: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud Strife x OC, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Protective Cloud Strife, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injury, Soft Moments, Unspoken Feelings, Mutual Pining, Action and Tension

It was supposed to be a quiet job—just a quick meeting for an information exchange on the Midgar plate. Sable knew the risks all too well, but the promise of intel from a former Shinra engineer was too valuable to ignore. She had slipped into the shadows of Sector 3, her steps silent against the rain-slicked pavement, keeping close to the walls and avoiding the pools of flickering light cast by dying street lamps. The rendezvous point was close—an old storage lot on the edge of Shinra's usual patrol routes, the kind of forgotten place no one would glance at twice. Still, her instincts were on high alert.

Sable’s grip tightened on the small knife in her pocket, the only weapon she’d dared to bring. It felt flimsy and insufficient in her hand. She checked the comm device in her ear, feeling a surge of comfort as Tifa’s voice crackled to life, linking her to AVALANCHE and reassuring her that backup wasn’t far off.

“All clear so far?” Tifa asked, her calm voice steady against the tense silence.

“Almost there,” Sable replied, her tone clipped as her eyes flicked around the darkened alleyways. “I’ll check in as soon as I reach him.”

Creeping around a stack of broken crates, Sable approached the meeting spot. But when she turned the corner, she froze. Her contact lay slumped against the wall, his coat stained dark and his head lolling to one side. She stepped closer, her pulse spiking. Shinra’s reach was faster—and deadlier—than she’d anticipated.

“Damn it…” she muttered, crouching to inspect him. He’d died clutching a crumpled piece of paper. She carefully pried it from his hand and flattened it out, catching the warning scrawled across it in smeared ink: “They’re watching you.”

Her skin prickled with a familiar instinct of danger. She activated her comm, keeping her voice low. “Tifa, it’s a setup. The contact’s dead, and I think I’m being—”

The sharp stomp of boots echoed behind her, and she spun around to see Shinra soldiers moving into position, their helmets reflecting the dim light as they closed in. They had every exit covered, boxing her in.

"You need to move, now." Tifa’s voice shot through her earpiece, tight with urgency. "Head northeast—there’s an abandoned warehouse nearby.”

“Understood,” Sable replied, forcing her voice to remain steady despite the tightening in her chest. She was a seasoned fighter, but more than outnumbered—there was no chance she was winning this fight.

Sable turned and bolted down the nearest alley, rain pelting her face as she sprinted. Behind her, the heavy thud of Shinra boots grew louder, their calls echoing in the narrow streets as they pursued her. The Shinra squad was relentless, with drones hovering above, sweeping the area with cold, unfeeling searchlights.

Sable darted through a rusted gate and entered a maze of discarded machinery and broken pallets, each twist and turn designed to throw them off her trail. Her breath came in controlled gasps as she heard Tifa’s voice in her ear again, steady but filled with tension. “Take a right at the next intersection, then a sharp left. You’ll hit a dead end, but there’s a fire escape to your right.”

“Copy,” Sable muttered, adrenaline sharp in her veins. She pressed herself flat against the wall as she turned sharply, nearly colliding with two officers coming from the opposite direction. With barely a second to think, she slipped into the shadows, watching them pass by mere inches from her hiding place. She continued on, heart pounding as she counted the steps to the fire escape.

But when she rounded the final corner, dread washed over her. She’d hit the dead end Tifa had warned her about, and the fire escape ladder hung tauntingly out of reach. She jumped, her fingertips brushing the cold metal but failing to grasp it. Cursing her height, she jumped again, this time with a growl of frustration as her hand just missed the edge.

Behind her, the sound of Shinra soldiers closing in filled the alley. She was trapped.

“Fuck,” she hissed, pressing her back hard against the rough brick, feeling the chill of the damp stones bite through her jacket. She flattened herself as much as possible, slipping deeper into the shadows, hoping to blend into the dim, grimy corner of the alley. Her breaths came shallow and controlled, and she strained to keep them silent, her heart pounding as the heavy footsteps drew closer.

The beams of flashlights swept over the alley entrance, casting harsh lines against the walls as the Shinra soldiers moved closer, their voices low and tense as they relayed instructions to one another.

“Can’t have gone far,” one of them muttered, his voice carrying down the alley. “She’s around here somewhere.”

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay perfectly still. This was no place for a confrontation—All she had was the small knife in her pocket and her instincts, and as good as they were, she knew she wouldn’t last in a head-on fight.

Just a few more seconds, she thought, biting back a curse as a flashlight’s beam skimmed uncomfortably close to her. She needed a break, a second of distraction—anything that would give her the chance to slip away unseen.

But luck was rarely on her side.

A flashlight beam finally swung her way, landing square on her face, illuminating her in sharp relief against the shadowed alley wall. She heard the muffled gasp of one of the Shinra soldiers as he recognized her, and immediately, her mind kicked into high gear.

“Stop right there!” one of them shouted, his voice cracking through the damp night. She didn’t waste a second; if she was caught, she’d never get out of here alive.

With a curse under her breath, she whipped her knife from her pocket, holding it out in a defensive stance. “Shiva, if you’re listening—hell, if anyone’s listening—Aerith made me pack that damn materia, so you better make it count.” She could practically hear Aerith’s laugh in her mind, soft and sure as she’d insisted Sable slip a Luck Up materia into her jacket just that morning, saying, “For a little extra luck, you know?”

The first soldier lunged, and Sable sidestepped, catching him off-balance as she drove her knee into his gut, then spun and swung her knife, clipping his arm just enough to make him stagger back. Another Shinra officer advanced, baton raised, and she dropped low, sweeping his legs out from under him in one swift motion. Her small size, usually a disadvantage, let her duck out of their range with ease. It wasn’t much, but it was giving her just enough time to stay one step ahead.

But they were relentless, more Shinra soldiers advancing from the alley’s end as their voices barked out commands.

“Don’t let her escape!”

Sable’s heart hammered as she ducked around another punch, twisting as she lashed out with her knife. Her grip was starting to slip, and exhaustion was beginning to drag at her limbs. There were too many of them, and without her gear, she knew it was only a matter of time before they overpowered her. She clenched her teeth, her mind racing. This is it, she thought. No other way out.

A baton swung toward her, and she barely managed to sidestep, but the movement left her exposed. Another soldier lunged, his fist catching her right in the side, knocking the wind out of her. Pain exploded through her ribs, and she staggered, clutching her side as she tried to stay on her feet. Before she could recover, another blow struck her shoulder, sending her reeling back against the cold, wet brick wall.

Sable gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain, but her breaths were coming in shallow gasps. Her grip was starting to slip, her fingers slick with rain, and exhaustion began to drag at her limbs like dead weight. Every movement felt slower, her reactions a beat too late, and the Shinra soldiers were circling her like wolves, their eyes glinting in the dim light. She could see it in their stances—they knew they had her cornered.

She forced herself to focus, raising her knife as she prepared for the next attack. She had no intention of going down without a fight, even if her body was screaming in protest. She slashed wildly at the nearest soldier, grazing his arm before he stepped back, his face twisted in anger.

“Shinra scum!” she spat, her voice raw, though it trembled with exhaustion. She hoped she looked more defiant than she felt. In truth, her strength was nearly gone, and her mind was racing with one desperate thought after another. If this is it, then I’ll make sure they remember me.

But her bravado wasn’t enough. Another soldier came at her from the side, his fist slamming into her ribs where she’d already been hit. She let out a strangled cry as she doubled over, barely managing to stay upright. Her knife slipped from her fingers, clattering to the ground as she wrapped an arm around her aching ribs.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—just pain, raw and all-consuming, as the soldiers closed in on her. One grabbed her by the collar, yanking her forward with brutal force, and she stumbled, barely keeping her balance.

“This is the one causing us all that trouble?” the soldier sneered, tightening his grip. “Doesn’t look so tough now.”

Sable’s vision swam, but she managed a weak glare, her lips curling in defiance. “You’ll regret that,” she managed, though her voice was little more than a rasp. She struggled against his grip, but her strength was gone, her arms heavy as lead. She could feel the world slipping away, a cold, sinking feeling settling into her stomach as she realized she had no fight left.

But then, a blur of movement came from above—a flash of steel slicing through the narrow beam of light. In a split second, one of the soldiers dropped with a startled grunt. Sable barely had time to register what was happening before a familiar figure landed in front of her, his Buster Sword gleaming even in the alley’s dim light.

Cloud’s entrance was like a shock of clarity in the haze of pain and exhaustion gripping Sable’s mind. She watched, dazed, as he dispatched the soldier dragging her with ruthless efficiency, the massive blade cleaving through the man’s defenses in a single fluid motion. The soldier crumpled, releasing his grip on her, and she slumped to the ground, her legs too weak to hold her weight any longer.

Sable gasped, her hand pressing instinctively to her side. When she pulled it away, her fingers came back slick and dark with blood. She hadn’t even realized she was bleeding, though every breath felt like fire, her ribs throbbing where the Shinra soldiers’ blows had landed.

“Hang tight,” Cloud muttered, his tone steady but laced with an unmistakable urgency. He shifted his stance, positioning himself between Sable and the approaching soldiers, a silent promise in his posture: No one was getting past him.

The remaining Shinra officers faltered, a mix of fear and anger flashing in their eyes as they took in the infamous Buster Sword and the unyielding look in Cloud’s gaze. But they were trained not to back down, and after a brief, tense pause, they advanced, weapons raised, determination steeling their features.

Sable watched through half-lidded eyes, struggling to stay conscious as Cloud met the first soldier head-on, sidestepping a baton strike with lethal precision. His sword moved in a blur, blocking attacks and countering with devastating blows. One by one, the soldiers fell, unable to keep up with his speed and strength. It was like watching a dance of controlled fury, each strike calculated, each movement precise.

With the last soldier dispatched, Cloud finally turned to her, his expression softening as he knelt down, his gaze sweeping over her injuries. “Sable,” he said, his voice low but steady, “can you stand?”

Sable managed a shaky nod, though the effort sent another sharp bolt of pain through her ribs. She tried to push herself up but faltered, her legs unsteady beneath her. Cloud was there in an instant, slipping an arm around her and lifting her gently to her feet.

“I… thought you were on recon,” she managed, her voice a hoarse whisper.

He gave her a faint, almost amused smile. “Tifa sent me when things went south. Lucky I got here in time.”

She let out a dry laugh, though it quickly devolved into a wince. “Aerith’s ‘luck’… finally paid off, huh?”

Cloud’s brow furrowed, concern flickering across his face as he tightened his hold on her. “We need to get you out of here before they send reinforcements.”

Sable couldn’t shake the surge of insecurity even as Cloud’s arm supported her weight. She was used to taking care of herself, handling her own struggles. The idea of leaning on someone, of letting him carry her weight, felt uncomfortable—not to mention her self-consciousness about her size. Her pride flared up, and she forced herself to straighten, attempting to walk without relying on him.

“Cloud, I’ve got it,” she murmured, though her voice was strained, each step sending a jolt of pain through her ribs. She grit her teeth, determined to make it on her own, even if it slowed her down.

But Cloud didn’t let go. His grip on her remained steady, his face unyielding as he glanced at her, an eyebrow raised. “We don’t have time for that,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She wanted to argue, but the urgency in his voice held her back. And somewhere beneath her pride, there was a warmth—an unexpected relief. He simply adjusted his hold, letting her lean into him as they made their way through the maze of alleyways.

"Fine," she muttered, though her voice was softened by a hint of gratitude. She forced herself to relax, feeling the tension ease slightly as she accepted his help. Despite the bruising pain with every step, Cloud’s steady support made each movement a little more bearable.

As they reached the edge of the sector, the faint sounds of Shinra backup echoed in the distance—barking commands and the clattering of boots drawing closer. The direness of their situation tightened around them, a reminder that Shinra wasn’t done with them yet. They needed to move faster.

Cloud’s eyes flickered to Sable’s face, catching the strain etched into her expression, her breaths shallow and labored. He shifted his gaze lower, noting the way her hand kept pressing against her side. Then, he saw it—a dark stain spreading across her jacket, glistening wetly under the dim streetlights. Blood.

“Sable,” he said, his voice sharper now, eyes narrowing in concern as he registered the extent of her injury. “You’re bleeding.”

She managed a tight, humorless smile, her voice a bit too casual. “Guess they got a lucky shot in.”

Cloud’s expression darkened, a new layer of urgency flashing in his eyes. “We need to stop that before you lose any more.” He glanced around, spotting an alcove in a crumbling building nearby. Gently but firmly, he guided her toward it, his movements decisive.

Once there, he helped her sit on a piece of concrete jutting out from the wall, then dropped down to one knee, shrugging off his own pack. Sable gritted her teeth, biting back a hiss of pain as she adjusted her position, her pride warring with the reality of her condition. She wanted to tell him she could handle it, that she’d be fine. But the truth was, her head was beginning to feel light, her vision a little blurry.

Cloud rummaged through his bag, pulling out a roll of bandages. He glanced up at her. “Let me see.”

"We don't have time for this right now," Sable managed through gritted teeth, a hint of irritation masking her discomfort.

Cloud’s expression hardened slightly, but he didn’t argue, reaching for the bandages. “I’m not leaving it as it is. Let me just wrap it up enough to stop the bleeding,” he replied, his tone firm.

She hesitated, her mind racing. She didn’t want to make things complicated by taking off her jacket, by letting him see just how vulnerable she was beneath the layers. Even in the dark, the thought of Cloud seeing her that close up, feeling the weight of his gaze on her battered body, made her want to pull back.

“Just... just wrap it over the jacket,” she insisted, her voice tight. She could see him calculating her words, his eyes flicking briefly from her wound back to her face, but he nodded.

“Alright,” he relented. Cloud was methodical and gentle as he began wrapping the bandage over her jacket, just tight enough to slow the bleeding. His hands worked swiftly, each motion careful but precise, avoiding any unnecessary pressure.

Sable held her breath, fighting the urge to squirm under his touch. She could feel the warmth of his hands even through the bandages, his steady focus unwavering. He was close—closer than she’d ever let him be to her—and the proximity made her pulse race in a way that had nothing to do with fear or pain.

She stole a glance at his face, noting the intense concentration in his eyes as he worked, the subtle furrow of his brow. Her own feelings for him were a guarded secret, one she’d tucked away beneath layers of duty and self-preservation. Cloud was… well, Cloud. She wasn’t sure if he even saw her that way, let alone if he’d notice the way her heart sped up when he was near.

In the dim light, every slight brush of his fingers against her sent a shiver through her, her cheeks warming despite the cold. It was ridiculous, she thought, almost laughing at herself, feeling these emotions in the midst of a life-or-death situation. But she couldn’t help it. For all her resolve, the closeness stirred something inside her she’d fought hard to keep buried.

“There,” he murmured, breaking her thoughts as he tied off the bandage with a secure knot. His gaze flicked up, meeting hers, and for a heartbeat, she wondered if he could sense what she was feeling, if he could read the hints of vulnerability in her eyes.

But he didn’t say anything, just offered his hand to help her up, his expression gentle but unwavering. She took it, her fingers brushing his briefly, and for a second, she allowed herself to hold on just a bit tighter, a quiet acknowledgment of the feelings she wasn’t ready to speak aloud.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, helping her get back onto her feet.

They moved carefully, each step heavy with the urgency of their escape. Cloud’s arm stayed steady around her, keeping her balanced as they wound through back alleys and ducked into shadows, his eyes constantly scanning for any sign of danger. Sable kept her gaze forward, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, but she was hyper-aware of his presence—every subtle shift in his posture, every slight tightening of his hold when she stumbled.

The distant sounds of Shinra soldiers echoing through the sector grew louder, and she felt her pulse quicken. They were running out of time.

Finally, they rounded a corner and spotted the maintenance elevator shaft embedded in one of the massive support beams. It was rusted and long out of commission for any official use, but AVALANCHE had discovered it months ago and rigged it for emergency escapes like this. Cloud helped her into the narrow metal box, quickly punching the worn control panel. The ancient gears groaned to life, sending a shudder through the elevator as it began its descent.

As they descended, Sable leaned back against the wall, catching her breath. Her ribs throbbed beneath the bandages, but at least they were a safe distance away from Shinra for the moment. She glanced over at Cloud, his expression tense as he kept an eye on the floors ticking by through the grated doors.

“Guess we cut it close,” she said, attempting a smirk despite the ache. The adrenaline was starting to fade, and with it came the creeping exhaustion of everything they’d just been through.

Cloud turned to her. “Close calls a seem to be your specialty.”

She scoffed softly, but a genuine smile tugged at her lips. “You say that like you’re not right in the middle of them with me.”

“Guess I don’t mind it,” he replied, his tone low, almost thoughtful. The softness in his voice sent a quiet thrill through her, and she felt a flutter in her chest.

The elevator clanged to a halt as they reached the Sector 1 slums, the sound echoing through the empty shaft before fading into the muffled silence of the lower levels. The doors creaked open, and Cloud stepped out first, scanning the surroundings before offering her his hand to help her down.

Sable took his hand, feeling the roughness of his leather gloves beneath her fingertips. The cool night air filled her lungs, carrying with it the faint, familiar scent of the slums—a mix of iron and damp concrete. For the first time since the ambush, she felt herself beginning to relax.

As they made their way through the maze of alleyways, her earlier exhaustion began to settle in fully, each step taking a little more effort than the last. She bit back a groan, trying not to lean too heavily on him, even as her strength wavered. But Cloud’s pace was unhurried, his steady presence beside her as much an anchor as his arm around her shoulder.

“Almost there,” he murmured as they neared The Rook’s Roost, the familiar facade of the bar coming into view around the corner, its dim lights glowing warmly in the night. Sable felt a surge of relief at the sight—her place, her sanctuary. It was as if the very walls of The Rook’s Roost were welcoming her home, offering a safe haven after the chaos she and Cloud had barely escaped.

Cloud kept his arm around her as they crossed the threshold, guiding her gently toward one of the cushioned seats in the back. The bar was quiet at this hour, just the low hum of the night lights casting long shadows across the worn tables. Sable sank down into the seat, finally letting out a shaky breath she’d been holding.

Cloud moved behind the bar, searching the shelves with practiced ease until he found a clean glass and filled it with water. He brought it over, setting it down in front of her, his gaze never wavering from her face.

“Drink,” he said simply, his voice low but steady.

“Thanks," She took the glass, offering him a tired but appreciative smile. "Feels strange, being the one getting looked after for a change.”

Cloud’s expression softened, “Doesn’t hurt to let someone else help once in a while.”

Sable looked down, feeling a warmth spread across her cheeks despite herself. There was something about the way he said it, that calm certainty in his tone, that made her heart beat a little faster. She took a sip, letting the cool water soothe her parched throat, trying to ignore the quiet thrill that his presence brought.

After a few moments, he leaned back, watching her carefully. “You should let me take a real look at that,” he said, nodding toward her side.

Sable’s eyes dropped to the glass in her hands, her fingers tracing its rim as she felt a flicker of discomfort. She hadn’t expected him to bring it up again, and the thought of him looking at her wound—at her, up close—sent an uneasy twist through her stomach.

She forced a smile, trying to keep her tone light. “The others will probably be here shortly. And you know Aerith—she’ll want to take a look. Healing’s her thing, and I wouldn’t want to… take that from her.”

Cloud opened his mouth, as if to press the issue further, his gaze unwavering. But before he could say anything, the door to The Rook’s Roost swung open, and hurried footsteps echoed into the quiet. Barret, Tifa, and Aerith entered in a rush, their faces alight with relief as they took in the sight of Cloud and Sable, safe but visibly worn.

“Damn, y’all look like hell,” Barret muttered, crossing his arms with a heavy sigh. “Didn’t expect that intel job to turn into a whole ordeal.”

“Are you okay?” Aerith asked, her tone gentle as she stepped toward Sable, her eyes softening with concern when she noticed the dark stain on her side. She let out a small gasp. “Oh, that’s worse than I thought—come on, let me have a look.”

Sable felt an immediate sense of relief that Aerith was here, but a twinge of nerves fluttered in her chest at the thought of revealing her wound in front of everyone. Forcing a smile, she nodded, meeting Aerith’s gaze. “Sure. Let’s… head to the back,” she said, nodding toward the narrow hallway that led to the bathroom.

Aerith didn’t hesitate, her healer’s instincts kicking in as she followed Sable down the hall. Cloud’s gaze lingered as they walked away, and Sable caught the hint of frustration in his expression—a quiet resolve that seemed to hang in the air. She gave him a small, grateful nod, and he returned it with a faint, unreadable look before turning to join Tifa and Barret.

In the dim light of the bathroom, Sable leaned against the sink, feeling a wave of exhaustion catch up with her. Aerith shut the door gently behind them, her voice soft and reassuring. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” she murmured as she took out a few small vials from her bag.

Sable took a steadying breath before carefully peeling her jacket off, her fingers working gingerly at the edge of her shirt. She bit back a wince as she lifted it just enough to expose the wound, the cool air brushing against her skin as she finally let herself relax in the privacy of the small room.

Aerith’s eyes widened slightly, her expression tightening with concern. “Oh, Sable… this is deep,” she said, her voice quiet yet firm as she began inspecting the wound more closely.

Sable forced a small smile. “Guess I took a bit of a beating back there.”

Aerith shook her head, already concentrating as a warm, gentle glow began to emanate from her hands. She pressed them over the wound, her touch light but precise, and Sable felt a soothing warmth spread through her side, dulling the sharp ache of pain. It was as though Aerith’s magic was melting the tension from her muscles, slowly unraveling the exhaustion that had settled deep into her bones.

As Aerith worked, Sable let her head fall back against the wall, feeling the weight of the night finally lifting. “Thanks, Aerith,” she murmured, her voice soft with relief.

Aerith smiled, her hands still glowing as she continued to heal. “That’s what friends are for.”

When she’d finished, Aerith stepped back, giving Sable a reassuring smile. “You should be good for now, but try to rest up, okay?”

Sable nodded, tugging her shirt down as she straightened. She felt lighter, her pain receding, and the lingering gratitude for Aerith’s quiet care settled over her like a comforting blanket. “I will. Thank you,” she said sincerely.

"Looks like these clothes might be done for, though." Aerith said

"Looks like these clothes might be done for, though," Aerith remarked, glancing over Sable's torn and blood-stained shirt with a sympathetic smile.

Sable let out a soft chuckle, eyeing the rips and smudges from the night's chaos. "Guess that’s one more thing Shinra owes me for," she joked, though her voice carried a hint of genuine frustration. The night had taken a toll on more than just her energy.

Aerith’s smile softened as she dug into her bag, pulling out a folded piece of fabric. "Here, I always keep an extra in case I end up somewhere I didn’t plan to be," she said, handing it to Sable. “It might be a bit different from your usual style, but it’ll do for now.”

Sable swallowed thickly, looking down at the shirt. "You really do think of everything, huh?"

Sable swallowed thickly, looking down at the shirt, a bright pink t-shirt that was distinctly Aerith’s style—soft, feminine, and entirely unlike anything she’d normally wear. But her concern went deeper than just the color. Aerith was so much more petite, and Sable was immediately worried that it would be tight, maybe even uncomfortably so. The thought made her hesitate, feeling an awkward flutter of self-consciousness.

Still, she didn’t know how to refuse. Aerith was watching her with such warmth, and after all the kindness she’d just shown, it felt wrong to turn her down. So, taking a deep breath, Sable forced a smile and nodded.

“Thanks, Aerith,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t betray the nervousness she felt. “Guess I’d better try it on.”

Aerith smiled, nodding encouragingly. “I think it’ll look nice on you.”

Sable unfolded Aerith’s shirt, giving it a once-over, and held in a resigned sigh. There was no avoiding it now.

Pulling the shirt over her head, she tugged it down, feeling the fabric cling snugly around her shoulders and chest.

Sable studied her reflection, her frown deepening as she took in the sight. The shirt hugged her in all the places she usually preferred to keep hidden, and the bright pink was so unlike her usual, muted tones that it almost felt like she was staring at a stranger. She looked like she was borrowing clothes from a younger sibling, the fabric emphasizing her curves in a way that made her feel more exposed than she was comfortable with.

She sighed, forcing herself to push down the self-consciousness and reminding herself that this was only temporary. Aerith had gone out of her way to help, and it wasn’t like she could walk around in her ripped, bloodstained shirt. Besides, the kindness behind the gesture made it feel a little easier to accept.

Steeling herself, Sable stepped out of the bathroom and back into the main room. Aerith’s face lit up immediately, her eyes sparkling with approval.

“Oh, Sable, it looks lovely!” she said, clapping her hands together in delight. “Pink suits you!”

Tifa looked up from where she was seated, her smile warm and encouraging. “Aerith’s right—it’s good to see you in something different. It brings out a softer side of you.”

Sable managed a small, awkward chuckle, glancing down at herself. “Yeah, well… I’m not sure ‘soft’ is exactly my style.”

Sable tried to brush off the compliments, even as warmth crept into her cheeks. It was strange, being on the receiving end of this kind of attention, especially when she felt so out of her element. She adjusted the hem of the shirt self-consciously, willing herself to focus on the relief of clean, dry clothes rather than her own discomfort.

But when she looked up, she found Cloud’s gaze on her. He hadn’t said anything, just stood with his usual quiet intensity, but his eyes lingered. The longer he looked, the more her insecurities flared, and she felt her cheeks heating up again, that uncomfortable self-consciousness tightening in her chest.

Unable to bear the silence, she cleared her throat and quickly turned to Tifa. “So, uh, how much of Shinra’s tail did we shake off?” she asked, forcing her voice to sound casual, anything to shift the focus away from herself.

Tifa, ever the perceptive one, gave her a knowing smile but mercifully played along. “You two left quite the mess back there,” she replied, a hint of admiration in her tone. “Between Cloud’s swordplay and the trail you led them on, Shinra’s going to be sifting through the wreckage for a while.”

Barret let out a gruff chuckle, crossing his arms. “Gave ’em a run for their gil, didn’t ya?”

Sable managed a small smile, relieved as the conversation steered away from her appearance. "Next time, you guys are gonna let me bring my staff with me and not just a flimsy little pocket knife."

Tifa chuckled, nodding in agreement. “We’ll definitely make sure you’re better equipped next time. You’re too good with that staff to leave it behind.”

Barret let out a hearty laugh. “Damn right. Ain’t no reason for you to be out there swingin’ that tiny thing around like you’re pickin’ your teeth.”

Sable smirked, feeling her confidence creeping back with each of their easy, familiar jabs. “Glad someone sees my point,” she quipped, leaning back in her seat, the tension from earlier easing as she fell back into the comfort of AVALANCHE’s camaraderie.

Cloud, who had been quiet through their banter, gave a small nod. “Could’ve used it, yeah,” he murmured, his voice soft but approving. “But you handled yourself well. A lot of people wouldn’t have gotten as far as you did.” His eyes met hers, and though his tone was calm, there was a subtle respect in his gaze that made her heart skip.

She swallowed, a little taken aback, and managed a shrug. “Well… guess it was just luck,” she said, deflecting as her cheeks warmed slightly. “Aerith did make me bring that Luck Up materia, after all.”

Aerith, returning with the tea, gave her a playful nudge. “I told you it’d come in handy! And here you are, safe and sound—and looking fantastic, if I do say so.”

Sable rolled her eyes, laughing softly as she took a cup from Aerith. “Guess I owe you one, then.”

They continued chatting, swapping stories of close calls, half-finished plans, and daring escapes, their voices filling the quiet warmth of The Rook’s Roost. Sable found herself easing further with each passing minute, the tension of the night gradually giving way to the familiar sense of belonging that only her AVALANCHE friends could provide.

Barret was in the middle of recounting one of his infamous run-ins with a particularly irate Sector 7 shop owner when Aerith glanced at the clock, letting out a small sigh. “I hate to cut things short, but I should probably get back to Sector 5 before Yuffie finds more mischief to get into.” She gave Sable an apologetic smile. “You know how it is. She’s been eyeing the materia shop again, and I’d rather not have another incident on my hands.”

Sable chuckled, shaking her head. “Better hurry, then. Last thing we need is Yuffie trying to haggle her way into owning the place.”

Aerith laughed, nodding in agreement as she gathered her things. “Exactly. I’ll check in with you tomorrow, alright? Just make sure you rest up.” She gave Sable’s shoulder a gentle squeeze before standing, her gaze lingering for a moment. “And don’t worry—pink suits you,” she added with a wink, causing Sable to roll her eyes, though a small smile crept onto her face.

Barret stretched his arms above his head, letting out a satisfied groan. “I told Cid and Vincent I’d be back by midnight. Cid’s supposed to help me work on that fuel regulator, and I don’t trust him to keep his hands off it without me there. Plus, Vincent’s been muttering about ‘responsibility’ or whatever—never thought I’d see the day.”

“Those two are probably waiting for you with a list of grievances,” Tifa teased, standing and gathering her own things. “Cid’s not the patient type, and Vincent… well, he’s always got something to brood over.”

Barret laughed, giving her a shrug. “Ain’t that the truth.” He turned to Sable, giving her a quick nod. “Rest up, alright? Don’t want you at anything less than full strength next time we’re out there.”

“I will,” she replied, a hint of gratitude in her voice. “Thanks, Barret.”

He clapped Cloud on the back as he passed, grumbling something about “keepin’ an eye on her,” which made Sable roll her eyes again, though there was a warmth in her chest at the care her friends had shown.

As Aerith and Barret left, Tifa lingered a moment, glancing between Sable and Cloud with a small, knowing smile. “I’ll see you both tomorrow at HQ,” she said, her tone light. “Get some rest, okay?” She gave Sable a quick hug before following the others out, leaving her and Cloud in the quiet stillness of The Rook’s Roost.

Sable felt her pulse quicken, suddenly hyper-aware of Cloud’s presence beside her. The quiet seemed to magnify every small detail—the way he leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting to her with that calm, unreadable look that always left her wondering what he was thinking. In the lingering warmth of their shared space, she could feel her cheeks heating up, her nerves prickling with a mix of anticipation and self-consciousness.

Cloud’s steady gaze lingered on her, and after a beat of silence, he tilted his head slightly, “How are you feeling? Ribs any better?”

Sable looked up, surprised by the question, and found herself holding his gaze longer than she intended. She managed a small, reassuring smile, though the ache in her ribs was still a dull reminder of the night’s events. “A bit sore, but… better than I expected, thanks to Aerith.”

Cloud nodded, his expression softening as he continued to study her face. “Good. You took some hard hits back there.” There was a subtle intensity in his eyes, an unspoken protectiveness that made her heart skip.

Sable cleared her throat, glancing down as she absently brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Not as hard as our intel contact..."

Cloud's mouth quirked slightly, a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he leaned back. "True," he murmured. "Guess you were luckier than he was.”

She let out a soft chuckle, though there was a heaviness to it, the memory of her contact’s lifeless body still fresh in her mind. “Yeah. Lucky,” she echoed, though she felt a pang of guilt for how things had turned out. “I’d hoped he’d give us something solid. But with Shinra… you know how it goes.”

Cloud’s gaze shifted, the faintest hint of understanding in his eyes. “Yeah,” he replied quietly. “Sometimes it doesn’t feel like we’re even making a dent."

Cloud’s words hung between them, and Sable found herself studying him, hoping to read some glimmer of what he might be feeling. But, as always, his expression remained guarded, that same quiet intensity in his eyes that kept her guessing.

He shifted slightly, his gaze dropping as he rubbed the back of his neck, a subtle gesture that always surfaced when he seemed unsure. It was a rare break in his composure, and she felt a flicker of hope rise within her, even if she tried to stifle it.

"So you... always lived in Sector 1?"

Sable nodded, her gaze flicking downward. Cloud’s question was a gentle but unmistakable reminder that he held her at arm’s length, always keeping just enough distance between them to prevent them from getting too close. He doesn't really even know the first thing about me.

She’d been with AVALANCHE for months now, long enough to feel like family with the others after all the shit they'd been through, but with Cloud, it was as if she was still trying to find her way through a fog.

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice softer. “Sector 1�� it’s where I grew up. Not much to look at, but it’s home.”She tried to meet his gaze, searching for a flicker of anything deeper, but his expression remained carefully neutral. “Guess I know this sector better than anyone,” she said. “Can’t even count how many alleyways I’ve ducked through over the years to avoid trouble.”

“Sounds like you knew how to take care of yourself, even back then,” he said, his voice low, almost like he was speaking more to himself.

She laughed softly, a hint of pride sneaking into her tone. “Had to. Growing up around here, you learn to be quick, stay out of sight… or you end up on Shinra’s radar.” She paused, watching him carefully. “Not too different from you, I’d imagine.”

Cloud’s gaze wavered for a second, a shadow crossing his features, and she wondered if she’d touched on something deeper. He opened his mouth, as if to respond, but then his jaw tightened, his expression shuttering once more. “Yeah,” he replied quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Guess we have that in common.”

She bit her lip, glancing up at the old wooden clock on the wall. "Um. It's a bit of a trek back to Sector 5, and it's getting pretty late... you should probably head out soon if you want to catch the last train."

The words were leaving her mouth, but Sable didn't want him to leave. Far from it. She wanted Cloud to sit there under the soft bar lights all night, letting her admire the way the shadows caught the edges of his face, the deep blue of his irises. But she swallowed those thoughts, forcing herself to sound casual, as if the idea of him leaving didn’t matter as much as it did.

Cloud hesitated, glancing toward the door, and for a second, she thought he might actually go. But then his gaze drifted back to her, "I can stay a bit longer. It's not so far when you know the shortcuts."

Her heart gave a little leap at his words, and she quickly masked her reaction with a casual nod, as if his staying was no big deal. But inwardly, she was relieved, grateful for even a few more minutes in his company.

“Shortcuts, huh?” she teased lightly, leaning back in her chair. "Heard from the others you're not from Midgar. You must pick things up quick."

Cloud’s gaze flicked downward for a moment, and she watched him struggle to answer, his fingers tapping idly against the edge of the table. “Yeah,” he finally said, his tone softer. “Tifa and I, we're from Nibelheim.”

He gave a small, almost awkward smile, and the unexpected softness of it struck her. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d seen Cloud smile like that, and the sight stirred something warm and bittersweet in her chest. She’d heard snippets of his past—stories filtered through Tifa or murmured by Barret, but never from him. To see him so close, relaxed, felt like a small victory.

“Doesn’t really hold a candle to Sector 1, though,” he added, his tone almost teasing. He looked at her with a quiet amusement, and she felt her face heat up at the unexpected attention.

“Well of course no,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes with a grin. “Sector 1’s got… rust, broken-down shops, and enough potholes to keep you tripping for hours.” She chuckled, though she felt a strange thrill at the fact that he was joking around with her.

They fell into a brief silence, one that was both comfortable and a little charged, and she could feel her cheeks warm as she wondered if he felt even a fraction of what she did. Then, out of nowhere, Cloud cleared his throat, his eyes shifting to her shirt. His gaze was hesitant, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he should bring it up.

“That… uh, shirt,” he started, his voice a little rougher than usual, “it’s… different for you.”

Her hand instinctively moved to the fabric, which was snug and undeniably bright pink—so unlike anything she’d ever wear, and now, sitting here under Cloud’s curious gaze, she felt her cheeks flush even more. She’d completely forgotten about the shirt, but his mention of it brought her self-consciousness rushing back.

“Oh,” she mumbled, laughing awkwardly as she tugged at the hem. “Yeah, well my clothes… well, they didn’t really make it through tonight.” She forced a small smile, trying to play off her discomfort.

Cloud hummed in acknowledgement, eyes flitting back down to his hands, "You don't normally wear bright colours."

"Neither do you," Sable countered, hoping to hide her nerves behind a playful jab. “In fact, I think we might have the exact same colour palette—black, gray, and… more black.”

Cloud’s mouth twitched, “Guess that’s true,” he admitted. He shifted in his seat, glancing away briefly, “Though… maybe we both could stand to branch out a little.”

Sable chuckled, leaning back in her seat, trying to ignore the heat creeping up her cheeks. “Branching out, huh? I don’t know, I’m not sure I’d recognize myself in anything bright and cheerful.”

"I probably wouldn't recognize myself either in bright pink, but that's because it would look terrible," he replied, shrugging. Then, after a pause, he added, "But for you... it's not a bad thing."

The words came out quietly, almost as if he hadn’t meant to say them aloud, and Sable felt her heart skip a beat. She blinked, caught completely off guard.

"What?"

Cloud cleared his throat, shifting in his seat, “I mean… not that you need it or anything. It's just… different. In a good way.”

Sable’s mind went blank, her usual quick wit nowhere to be found. She stared at Cloud, trying to process his words, her heart hammering so loudly she was sure he could hear it. In a good way. She replayed his words over and over, feeling her cheeks heat up even more as she searched for something—anything—to say in return.

But nothing came.

She managed a small, awkward smile, but her voice caught in her throat, leaving her utterly speechless. Cloud’s gaze flickered to her, his expression softening ever so slightly as he took in her stunned reaction. For a moment, his own face seemed to lose its usual guarded look, as if he was just as surprised by his words as she was. There was a vulnerability in his eyes she hadn’t seen before, and it made her heart flutter even more wildly.

Then, almost too quickly, he cleared his throat and shifted back, his expression settling back into his usual, composed demeanor. The subtle warmth in his eyes faded as he glanced toward the door.

“Anyway… it’s late,” he said quietly, his tone slipping back into the familiar, cool detachment she was used to. "I should go. Let you get some rest."

Sable blinked, her mind still reeling from his unexpected compliment. She managed a nod, though confusion clouded her thoughts as she watched him move toward the door. For a guy who’d just said he could stay longer, Cloud sure seemed eager to make an exit now. So much for those shortcuts, she thought.

But she didn’t press. Something in his expression told her not to; he’d already retreated behind that wall of quiet distance he carried around like armor.

“Right, um. Yeah you should get some rest too."

Cloud gave her a slight nod without meeting her eyes, "Goodnight, Sable."

She swallowed hard. "Goodnight, Cloud."

He lingered just a fraction of a second longer than necessary before slipping out the door. The bar felt emptier in his absence, the silence almost echoing around her as she sat, replaying his words in her head.

In a good way.

She let out a quiet sigh. What did he mean by that? The question lingered, filling her with uncertainty. And as she glanced down at the bright pink shirt, she couldn't ignore the warmth of his words settling in her chest.

Sable didn’t know if he’d ever say anything like that again—or if she’d even get another glimpse of that softer side. But tonight, she’d seen it, and it was enough to give her a sliver of hope that maybe there was more beneath his guarded exterior than she’d ever imagined.

[mrcatlion]

I have been consuming Zack Lives AUs and would like to offer the headcannon: Zack keeps a habit of taking initiative for transporting Cloud to places even after Cloud wakes up. Usually grabbing and leading Cloud places, but sometimes ends up with Zack full on hoisting Cloud over his shoulder and starts walking.

[tunafishprincess]

Patricide is Harder than it Looks Comic

Big thank you to @thefruitloop-chan for doing this wonderful comic commish for my fanfic “Patricide is Harder than it Looks! Check out Squid’s art and comics they’re amazing. Link to fic is in the reblog.

[sebastianlynx]

aliya will

@aliyawill

[navydream]

“We’re on a date right now… Cloud. You know that, right?”

Fan art I did of this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53477029/chapters/138255988#workskin

(Look at me, posting twice today! Yay!)

[c0smoshit]

Hello fellow Cloud Strife freak 🫡

(Yes it’s the same star_sworn from ao3 lol)

If you’re feeling in the mood for it in your last week before school, I was hoping to request a nsfw fem reader/Cloud fic where he is possessive/jealous, and he spanks reader: a LOT. Both before sex (with extensive foreplay, lots of dirty talk, maybe oral for him?) and during sex. Just spanking with hands please, and not super hard spanks either, I'm very vanilla lol. It's not about hurting her, it's more a possessive thing for Cloud (and an ass thing lol!). But reader is SUPER into it. I'm not looking for any hardcore dom/sub or anything, just stuff a committed couple would do (some soft dom vibes, like in Mind Cloud/ed).

Maybe it’s the first time he does it and they both realize how much they both like it, or maybe they’ve come home from a party where the guys were checking out his girl and he is feeling possessive/frustrated. I leave it to you if you want to take this request!

I look forward to the filth. Let's give this ass man something to do with his hands… 😉

Also best of luck with school starting!!

I LOVE THIS omg

Thanks for this delicious request love 😻♡♡

Jealousy ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, p in v, spanking, few hints of dacryphilia, bjs, sexy hour Cloud ;), not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm baack! I hope u guys missed me hehe

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.321

He was closer to you this night, walking right beside you as he guided you to your appartment, his hand brushing over yours as the dark path consumed your vision.

He was quiet too, way more than usual. His eyes didn't seem as if they were trying to search your own ones like they would always do.

Maybe he was stressed out?

This week has been a long one and you could see it on his eyes, he was tired. As time grew older, you had managed to read his enigmatic emotions quite well, so you thought that maybe he just needed to rest for tonight.

But your theory was quickly proven wrong as you entered your home, ready to wave him goodbye for the night.

. . .

Before you could even turn around, his chest had enveloped your back, pushing you further into your appartment until your hands met the wall.

His husky breathing hit your ear, a shockwave of goosebumps trickled your skin.

Why was he that needy all of the sudden??

Your mind circled around lots of different questions but the harsh sound of the door closing made you jump.

You didn't dare to open your mouth, not yet. You could feel his hands on your waist, but they didn't caress you like he always would, like when he touched you for the first time.

You internally cracked a small smile at the memory, he was just as nervous and fidgety as you were.

The moonlight encased both of your bodies as he took off your clothes for the first time, making an absolute mess of himself when he finally got to the act.

But those gentle and somewhat shy touches were far lost inside his guts somewhere, instead, they were replaced with fierce and strong movements.

You turned around slowly, you could feel yourself getting aroused by this sudden role he was playing. And when you stared at those almost hollow eyes, you saw passion, lust and hunger all mixed up together in a ballad of desesperation.

His lips devoured yours not even a second after.

Your eyes were tight shut, savouring the sweet moment he was offering you. Your lips tried to move slowly, trying to enjoy this new facade, but he wouldn't let you.

His tongue was already inside your mouth when you felt his fingertips lower themselves down your body.

You knew he was an ass guy, it was absolutely cristal clear.

He would always grab your ass, brushing it off saying that it was an "accident". Pushing his hips into yours from behind whenever you couldn't reach for something, always walking right behind you whenever you two where with the group.

However, you didn't expect he liked... spanking.

It started off slow, giving you little taps as he grabbed and squeezed your butt. He pushed further into you, almost as if he wanted to break the wall behind you.

The kisses soon turned sloppy, soaking up both of your lips before he trailed them further down, and you had to bite your lip in order to not let any sounds yet.

His hair trickled your flushed cheek, hands quickly grabbing it as his kisses turned into bites, sucking your soft skin.

The crown of your hair hit the cold wall behind you, mouth agape as you let him sneak a hand behind your back, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as the other one caressed your hip.

Ready to finally use your voice tonight, you eventually opted not to. He had just became so... primal for you, you didn't dare to even make a question.

However, you wished this blissful moment lasted longer.

"Oop!"

A cut out yelp emerged from your mouth as his hands took ahold of your legs, lifting you up easily into the air.

He wrapped your legs around his hips, your crotch resting just above his belly button and, simultaneously, your arms embraced his neck for support.

You moved up and down thanks to his heavy steps and, trying to get payback from earlier, you started pecking his neck. Starting off gently, kissing and giving butterfly kisses into his jugular.

You noticed he became clumsier, almost tripping over as you sucked a hickie. Your kisses got wetter, hotter and your hand started to caress the back of his hair.

You giggled at his clumsy steps but as soon as you were placed on top of your chilly kitchen counter and saw his serious face once again, you quieted down.

His hands gripped your thighs as if they were his sword, his head coming down to rest on your neck once again to give you little pecks, weirdly more tenderly than the ones he had given you before.

But you pulled his mouth off you briefly.

"What's up with yo-"

"Who was he"

His eyes were finally looking at yours after a long while.

"What? What are you talki-"

"Who was that guy"

Your hands now rested on his shoulder blades, feeling the hard touch of metal bellow your right hand.

Frowning your brows, you tried to think about what guy was he talking about.

. . .

You smelled the aura and it smelt musky.

The first scent you picked out first was a strong breeze of sudden whisky, the wet and fermented barley filling up your nose.

Then you smelt a recognizable, stronge cologne floating around your head now. And when you lifted up your head, you saw him.

A mature, bearded man.

He was wearing a long black coat, some glasses keeping your curious eyes from staring at his own ones. You stayed there for a second, he looked oddly familar.

But before you could figure out who was that man, you came back to Earth, remembering that you were winding down after a long day in Seventh Heaven.

You grabbed your drink, resting for a while on your seat until your drink was halfway done.

But before you could walk away from that husky cloud, a large hand grabbed your shoulder, making you face the misterious man.

Your eyes lingered first on his fierce brown eyes, looking at his mature skin, you saw a scar on his left cheek that time had tried to heal, trying to match his skin colour.

You saw his lips move, but you had to re-think your answer before opening your own mouth.

"I saw you back there"

Okay.

You hadn't expected that phrase.

Where could he had seen you anyway? Was he following you?

"I like what you guys are doing for the Planet"

What?

You knew what you were doing was benefitial for the Planet, but Shinra worked so hard into putting your group as a terrorist one and actually killing way more people from the explosions than expected.

But why did he knew?

"Those Shinra guys deserve worse"

It came out as a mumble and you couldn't help but look at him with a puzzled expresion, accepting the friendly pats he gave on your shoulder, thanking you.

That was sweet. . .?

. . .

"Ohh, that man back there?"

He stopped his movements, almost as if letting you know that you were right.

"I saw him to-"

Now you were the one that cut him off, not boring to hide the sly smirk on your face.

"Wait, are you jealous?"

Suddenly his cheeks reddened, but before he could see your grin he lowered his head down into your neck once again.

Ready to make another snicker, you were interruped by his palm now resting on your panties, making you gasp.

His index finger moved up and down and you took matter into your own hands too, quite literally.

He hissed as your bold hand groped him too, trying to lure him into letting you give him some pleasure too.

"Let me make you feel good"

Your heated breathing sent cold shivers down his spine and, as your teeth lightly bit his ear, he lost it.

"So pretty"

You would always praise him, and it would always make him feel sort of bad, he would keep his own thoughts about how gorgerous you were to himself.

But he meant all of them.

His shirt and SOLDIER armour was now discared on the cold floor, your icy hands caressing his abs before finally getting down on your knees.

His absolutely favourite view in the whole Planet.

He helped you take off his belt, letting your overly-excited fingers do the rest of the work. And when you finally got face to face with him, he placed a reassuring hand on your head.

You started off with slow strokes, kitten-kissing his angry red tip. Sensually trailling lower and lower on his shaft just to tease him and rake higher and higher again.

Until he finally had enough, gripping quite hardly your hair.

"Get on with it"

He actually scared himself off at first with his demanding tone, his desesperation seemingly clear on his blushed cheeks as he stared down at you. And you complied, enjoying the choked out gasp you managed to pull out of his throat when you suddenly introduced him halfway into your wet cavern.

Lust filled eyes staring down at the mess you were making on his cock, gripping hardly the counter behind him as he tried not to buck his hips into your mouth.

Not only your sweet face was all in display for him to see, but your sweet, sweet ass was there too.

As dirty as it sounded inside his head

Your hands held his thighs hardly too, enjoying every sound you were being able to pull from him as you took him deeper and deeper. He was big, and it was almost funny how he didn't actually believe you could struggle to take him at first.

But it sure ignited something inside him

He throbbed when he saw you gag on him, help him reach his end with the help of your hand, your glossy eyes staring up at him.

He needed to feel you.

But not like this

So he took your face off him, smashing desesperately his lips against yours once again, feeling a fuzzy tingle inside him as he heavily rested on your lower stomach now.

His hands held your face ridiculously gently compared from how he had gripped your hair just a few seconds ago, walking you backwards until you met the counter once again.

"turn around"

His voice was deeper now, staring daggers into your eyes as he waited for you to obediently follow his lead. And you did.

You bent yourself down, ready to whatever he was going to give you this night right there and then.

And when you felt him pull your skirt up, you pushed your hips back into his hands, making him pull down your panties even slower than he intended to. Almost as if he was getting payback from before.

When they pooled through your ankles, his hand softly massaged your right cheek, feeding off your whines.

"Please"

However, he kept going.

No matter how hard he was, how hardly he wanted to fill you up, to feel you entirely around him once again. He wanted to show you how you were his, how he loved and desired you.

So, without thinking, the harsh sound of a "slap!" filled your ears and ceirtantly, your butt.

You couldn't help yourself but let out a pathetic moan, his hand now rubbing the red spot he had left. He had heard you, and it was the same sound you would let out whenever he was fingering you.

Did you actually like it?

So once he had tested the waters, he set his sights on slipping the nastiest mewls from your mouth tonight.

"Mmph- Cloud"

There it was, his name filling his ears the best way it could've had. So he started teasing your slit with his shaft, more slapping sounds filling up the small appartment as you almost rested your whole chest on the counter now.

You picked out the sound of plastic, something opening up. Which you later would guess was a condom.

But before you could make contact with the cold tile, his left arm surrounded your stomach, pulling you up into him, lips mere centimeters away from your ear.

"I'm going inside now, is that okay?"

How sweet

But sweet wasn't an adjective that matched his dirty and husky tone. His hand was now toying with your front, exposing you to the darkness as he squeezed your breasts now.

So you nodded, feeling suddenly too shy to speak to him.

"Too embarrassed to use your voice now huh?"

And you opened it, but it was useless to his tip now proding your entrance, slowly taking him further and further. Holding the arm that was embracing you, you rolled your head into his shoulder, silently whimpering at the warm feeling.

"Got you, almost there"

His reassuring tone he used with no one really never failed to make your knees feel like jelly.

But his adorable act lasted as quick as you managed to cum with his skilled fingers.

He started to move, and he was clearly desesperate. Setting off a crude, fast pace as you were now fully bent over, his hands gripping your hips. His middle finger was now circling quickly your clit, pulling off the nastiest moans he had wished for.

You imagined his glistening, lean form behind you, making you take all of him, using your tight walls in search for his climax. His hair all ruffled up, a bead of sweat trailing down into his v-line, and the sudden spanks your ass would recieve.

That was your last straw, mewling out his name as you soaked his cock.

And by the way you gripped him even harder, which he thought was impossible now, spasming around him violently.

He was done.

So he followed close behind, painting the plastic walls white, imagining it was you who was taking his load instead.

[kissami]

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.”

[starlitcrows]

a kind warmth, a protective wing, and a forgotten flare

[au fic here]

[ninibeingdelulu]

Seeing you comforting a child…

ft. leon kennedy, cloud strife

Leon Kennedy would never dare admit it openly, but the stoic, badass exterior melted away ever so slightly at the sight of you tenderly comforting a lost child.

That time in the ransacked village, when the haunting wails of a youngster pierced the air amidst the carnage - Leon instinctively tensed, jaw setting grimly as his grip tightened on his rifle.

But then he spotted you already racing ahead unhesitatingly. Dropping to one knee, arms outstretched in a gentle beckoning posture as the little one startled then sprinted straight into your protective embrace.

Your soothing tones murmured comforting assurances while cradling their trembling form close against you. Fingers carding soothingly through tangled hair with the utmost tender care.

And Leon couldn't tear his widened eyes away from the tenderhearted display. Throat constricting over the unexpected lump suddenly materializing there.

That million-watt smile radiating from your features as you rocked them patiently until whimpering quieted was like the first vibrant blossom peeking through the ash after a nuclear winter.

An oasis of affectionate nurturing shining through the oppressive bleakness suffocating them both for far too painfully long.

Leon found his calloused finger-pads unconsciously drifting up to caress his own chapped lips as if wishing to physically absorb the tranquil serenity you effortlessly exuded.

Eyelids momentarily fluttering closed while permitting himself to just bask in the warmth emanating from your very presence like a soothing balm against all the harrowing darkness poisoning them both.

A tremulous sigh escaped between those parted lips as the barest ghost of a smile tugged at their corners for the first time in...Christ, had it really been years since he last felt anything even remotely resembling that fleeting glimmer of unguarded optimism blossoming in his chest?

The peaceful tableau you presented with the now-placid child tucked securely in your arms struck Leon deeper than any physical combat wound ever could.

Worming past every steel-plated layer of defenses, countermeasures and failsafes, straight down into the most vulnerable core of his humanity he'd sworn died an agonizing death ages ago.

It terrified yet entranced him in equal measure just drinking in the serene display. Eventually those narrowed steel-blue irises regained some of their piercing guardedness while surreptitiously cataloging every nuance etched upon your expressions and ministrations.

As if desperately searing the moment into his consciousness to be revisited and clung onto later through whatever hell awaited them next.

Thank Christ for your influence and the inexplicable balm it provided against the miasma of torment clouding Leon's withered soul more with every passing abyss they navigated together...

The uncompromising mask remained solidly affixed in place by the time you finally lifted your eyes to meet his guarded gaze, the child nestled peacefully into the crook of your neck.

Not a single flicker of that momentary softness penetrated the hauntingly chiseled granite of his features now.

Yet behind that shuttered and fortified thousand-yard stare, the barest ember pulsed with renewed tenacity suffusing Leon's frigid disposition with almost undetectable glimmers of warmth.

All because of your natural radiance and selfless compassion reminding him why they fought on through each grueling gauntlet.

Sure he'd never verbalize sentiments that unbearably raw and guileless aloud. But that infinitesimal spark continuing to miraculously smolder despite all efforts to smother it was enough to propel them onward through any escalating onslaught yet to come.

This time with a renewed fervor steeling Leon's adamantine determination from the inside out.

The desolate, mako-tainted wastes proved no place for a child's cries. Yet the haunting echoes still pierced straight through Cloud's calloused defenses when tiny lungs unleashed their heartrending wails upon the barren landscape.

His gloved grip instinctively clenched tighter around the battered Buster Sword's hilt, jaw tensing as those predatory ice-blue irises immediately snapped towards the source of the disturbance.

Fully prepared for whatever fresh horror emerged after the merc caught fleeting movement through his peripherals.

But the cautious sweep revealed only your slender form already hastening ahead. Moving with fluid grace directly towards the sobbing bundle tucked against a crumbling wall.

His firm chapped lips tightened into a grim line witnessing you unhesitatingly drop to one knee before the distressed child without any apparent armaments at the ready.

From this distance, Cloud glimpsed your gentle features soften with bottomless compassion wholly separate from the usual battlefield ferocity.

Small hands unfurled in placating gestures exuding profound warmth and sincerity instantly easing some of the fractures riddling his own battered soul simply by proximity.

While you deftly coaxed the tiny thing into your embrace with susurrant tones and infinitely patient ministrations, Cloud suddenly found himself robbed of breath altogether.

Those glacial spheres wide and stunned at the exquisitely tender vision you presented cradling their fragility so reverently. A profound ache lodged behind his breastbone at the maternal aura emanating from your whole being.

He swallowed convulsively over the sandpaper abrasions rasping along his windpipe.

Gloved fingers betraying the slightest tremor disturbing his usual uncompromising stoicism while still drinking in every indelible detail of the intimate scene unraveling.

From the tender flickering caresses smoothed across tangled russet locks to your honeyed vocals humming soothing melodies of consolation.

All suffusing the stale, mako-saturated atmosphere with vibrant healing essences Cloud found himself instinctively gravitating closer towards.

Feather-light brushes scritched lovingly along the whimpering child's back forming hypnotic ellipses mirroring your unguarded smile radiating all-encompassing warmth across those cherubic cheeks now drenched in tear tracks.

Until finally after an eternity, the miniature form stilled in your arms. Body unlocking from its terrified rigor mortis into the very picture of youthful tranquility tucked securely against your heartbeat.

Cloud hadn't even realized he'd been holding his own respiration captive until the soft sigh expelled in a shuddering rush between lax lips.

A full-bodied flinch rattled his broad shoulders at its sudden harsh volume intruding upon the sacred tableau before him.

But thankfully, your features remained beautifully serene, wholly undisturbed while continuing to rock the now-quieted bundle in gentle rhythms.

Only then did molten sapphire pools drift up to lock with his widened stare burning with intensity across the slender lacuna separating you. A tremor not wholly attributable to anxiety skittered down his whip-cord musculature watching your radiant smile intensify directed solely towards Cloud.

As if silently communicating your infinite gratitude for him bearing witness to such an intimate and precious moment blossoming in this scorched hellscape...

Whatever parched recesses comprising the haunted mercenary's core still retained the capacity for absorbing nurturing warmth - it suddenly flooded within the confines of his barrel chest when those infinitely compassionate irises shone their benediction upon him.

Unknotting every rigid sinew and ligament hardened into a battle-tempered carapace purely through the power of your tender, life-affirming essence.

Almost imperceptibly, Cloud's chapped lips softened around the faintest half-curved suggestions budding there.

Posture unconsciously opening to welcome your pure light into his long-shadowed world while holding your loving gaze in mesmerized thrall.

As if determined to thoroughly archive this oasis of serenity and unconditional love in his consciousness so it may fortify whatever grueling battles destiny demanded they wage next.

Then in a single blink and a slight dip of your chin, the spell abruptly dissolved back into hyper-vigilance.

Yet even with the mercenary's legendary ice reformed across those exquisite Nordic features, perpetually braced for the next onslaught - a spark continued flickering in the hooded caverns of his stare.

A faint ember of something intangible yet transcendent now eternally kindled behind his armored exterior.

All because you'd reminded Cloud one of his most precious intangible dreams had been manifested into cherished reality...even under the most desolate conditions.

[ronnierosest]

Zakkura "So he never initiates, never asks, and waits." - inspired by a fanfiction we're friends, right? (very adult) by totosheadset

[jeriafterdark]

"If it had been a second sooner, if Sephiroth hadn’t hesitated, he may have been successful at stopping their plummet."

For @officially-tilly , Where Devotion Lies, Ch 16

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[accala]

I don’t see a lot of people talking about the fact that Cloud Strife studied unspecified branches of science to find a cure for geostigma (and the fact that it is canon in the compilation). It’s been implied in Advent Children with those medical books around his desk. So not only is he a chocobo racer/breeder, guardian, mercenary, cross-dresser, gamer, etc.; he’s technically maybe on par with a med student. And I’m begging on my knees for people to utilize that more in fics. The potential people. POTENTIAL.

[rwac96]

Do Me a Solid (BMBLB/Dolphin Knight)

*Jaune walks into the Seventh Heaven, humming to himself*

Tifa: *behind the tavern counter* "HEY, JAUNE! You got a minute?"

Jaune: *blinks, walking towards the counter* "Sure, what's up?"

Tifa: "Jauney, could you do me a solid`?"

Jaune: *blinks* "A solid?"

--FLASHBACK--

Cloud: "Word of advice, Jaune: Whenever Tifa asks to 'do her a solid', say no!"

--PRESENT DAY--

Jaune: *rubs the back of his neck* "I don't know, Teef. I mean, I came here to play some pinball--."

Tifa: "C'mon! It's nothing too crazy. Just a itsy bitsy solid, promise."

Jaune: *creases his brows in worry* "Still, I don't know."

Tifa: "Jauney, sweetie. Would I ever steer you wrong~?"

Jaune: *purses his lips, thinking* "Well, no."

Tifa:

(source)

"It'll be a one-time thing, Jauney. I promise."

Jaune: *blinks* "Okay, what do ya want me to do?"

Tifa: "When you see Yang with Blake, repeat what's on this paper." *she holds out a piece of paper*

---

Jaune: *holding the paper* "Your jokes suck."

Yang: *eyes red, being held back by Blake* "The fuck?!"

Jaune: "Your boobs are mid."

Yang: *her hair ignites* "HEY!"

Jaune: "You fight like a toddler."

Blake: "Jaune, what the hell?"

Jaune: "And Blake deserves better."

*Jaune turns around and runs for it, Yang chasing after him and screaming profanities*

Blake: *looks down, seeing the paper Jaune dropped* "Huh." *she kneels down and picks it up* "This looks like...Tifa's handwriting."

---

Jaune: *sporting a black eye and swollen lip* "That was not fun."

Tifa: "In my defense, Yang had it coming for wrecking the Seventh Heaven in her fight against that lunkhead Cardin."

[tunafishprincess]

Chapter 7 of Patricide is Harder than it Looks

Big thanks to @thefruitloop-chan for this awesome comic. 😭❤️ link to fic in reblog.