#he's much more likely to face Tifa before Cloud

[ariseur]

omgg cloud x reader where theyre at costa del sol… like how in rebirth hes super flustered seeing the cute bathing suits but he actually puts sunscreen on reader 😼😼😼 maybe leading to spice if ur comfy w it!!!

spot me some sunscreen? 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

cloud strife (ffvii) x reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

i originally wrote this as a blurb but i forgot like the entire sunscreen portion so it ended up being a whole fic instead 😭

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

intended lowercase, nsfw / suggestive themes!!, i kinda wrote it with the reader wearing a more feminine bathing suit hope it’s okay!!, reader is referred to as clouds gf, cloud being awkward, readers lowkey a tease, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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1644 words, 8930 characters

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walking out into the daylight was even enough for cloud. costa del sol was just so— lively. he sighed as he watched you, aerith, and tifa skip along to the dressing rooms, the two girls dragging you along by your wrists while you all giggled. he should’ve just insisted that they moved along like barret had said, he thought.

he kept his head down as waited for you near a corner, keeping his head hung low as he detested his swim trunks, cursing the sun for such a hot day.

it felt like forever before a faint, “cloud!” hit his ears. hearing your smile even evident in your voice, he turned his head to the shore as he spotted you under an umbrella, sat comfortably on a striped towel.

his eyes roamed your figure, unable to to give even a small wave back once he gawked at your bathing suit. your waist exposed with the top you wore, only the tied back visible to him while the coverup hugging against your hips, the sheer material revealing your bottoms underneath.

unsure of what to do, cloud looked around before he turned around and faced the other way, not wanting anybody to see his tinted ears. he closed his eyes, taking shade behind a small palm tree as he pretended he didn’t hear the soft footsteps against the sand approaching him.

“i know you hear me calling for you, y’know.” cloud heard you giggle behind him. as he turned around slowly, he finally got a good look at you. just the exposure of skin made his cheeks flush with an even brighter red, his ears an even deeper color.

making a sound of surprise at your advances, he awkwardly leaned back while you yourself leaned in and tilted your head. “well?”

“‘well’.. what?”

“are you gonna stop ignoring me?”

“i’m not—just..” his body tensed as his eyes kept managing to flicker over your body in their own, his eyes alternating between your face and your hips where he could see the skimpy bottoms you wore snug against you under the thin coverup.

you leaned in closer, hands behind you back as you flashed cloud a toothy grin. you watched as his wide eyes flickered down to your lips. he felt a small wave wash over him, his bare chest tensing at the gentle hand you put on it. crap, was he sweating?

your sweet smile didn’t help. his eyebrows furrowed, he knew what you were doing. you knew what you were doing. but he didn’t pay much mind to that when your honeyed voice chimed, “i’ll wait for you under the umbrella, okay?”

“okay.” he gulped, watching your hips sway as you made your way back to your original spot, meeting up with aerith as she gawked over your outfit. mako tinted eyes followed you until you were a distant figure, watching as you twirled and giggled with aerith.

cloud’s breathing became shallow as he sighed— unsure if it was a breath of relief or frustration. his eyes trailed downwards when he noticed his trunks got tighter, letting out an exasperated groan as he rushed to the nearest bathroom, eager to rush back to you after he’s done.

only then did he turn around and become face to face with tifa, red eyes crinkled in a teasing manner while she looked at him. “cloud—!” she sang— and if cloud could die right now, he would. “where you headed off to?”

“just the restroom.”

“didn’t i see you go a few minutes ago?”

he internally facepalmed, eyes drifting off to the side with uncertainty. what could he say to that? besides the next words that embarrassingly tumbled out of his mouth, “just a—small bladder, i guess.”

as if the quizzical look on tifa’s face wasn’t enough proof that she didn’t believe him, dragging him by the wrist certainly was. cloud stifled a sigh as the polyester of his trunks rubbed against him a little too much with an extra far step over a sand hole. he averted his gaze as he saw you and aerith chatting it up under the umbrella, bare legs splayed out before you as you listened to the calls of the sea.

“wow, cloud! nice outfit!” aerith cheers, turning towards cloud with an extended finger as she giggled. he watched as you turned around, lowering your sunglasses a bit as you gave him a smug half-grin. gulping, he opened his mouth again hesitantly to try his best to excuse himself once more, his problem growing more and more obvious with how long he stared at your exposed skin.

but before he could get a word out, he heard a cheery, “hey, tifa! i heard marlene saying something about wanting us to bring her back some seashells—! wanna go look for some?” and before cloud knew it, tifa and aerith ran along to the shore, eyes immediately keen on any glimmering seashells that stood out against the sun— leaving cloud with you.

poor boy didn’t get a chance to even get a word in before you flashed him a small smile and held up a white and blue bottle. he couldn’t even focus on a word you said when your gloss was shining so well with the fluidity of your lips, their languid movements dragging his attention away from the sound of your voice before he felt another wave wash over him. whether that was the suns fault or yours wasn’t specified in his mind before he noticed you had stopped talking.

“huh?” he asked.

your eyebrows furrowed as your smile grew wider. “i asked if you could spot me with some sunscreen.”

once again, another mortifying moment for cloud and his trunks. his mouth gaped open and closed a small bit before he finally sighed and mumbled, “i really better go and s—“

“c’mon, you want your girlfriend to burn to death out here?”

your insistent words didn’t help his problem, your voice teasing as he focused on the way the word ‘girlfriend’ rolled off your tongue. he had no choice—except he actually did despite saying that he didn’t—but to take small steps towards the towel, ducking under the small umbrella and taking a seat behind you.

he was so aware of everything now with the hard-on in his trunks more embarrassing than ever. the sand beneath his feet and on the back of his thighs, the way your back glistened with the unwavering heat of the island shining down on you, the way he hesitantly grabbed the sunblock bottle from your soft hands.

he squirted some into his palm, the foreign feeling of a bare hand made his eyebrows furrow as he was so used to his own gloved ones. you hummed a small tune— one cloud had recalled was playing in the jukebox outside a drink stand nearby, while he rubbed his hands to get the lotion spread. if his face wasn’t red then, it definitely was when you let out a small sigh at the feeling of the cold sensation on your back.

despite being as awkward as he was, cloud’s deft hands massaged the sunscreen into your skin surprisingly comfortably. he let out a small curse under his breath as he grimaced when you slightly turned your head and questioned his whispers, “what was that?”

“nothin’.”

he was pretty sure you could see somewhat of his face right now, eyes scrunching as he felt himself twitch in his trunks while the tips of his ears grew red. if he was lucky enough— and coherent enough— he’d blame it on the sun. and it definitely didn’t help that you kept trying to make conversation with him.

“don’t you think it’s so beautiful out today, cloud?” you smiled. the breath of fresh air was unlike anything the two of you had experienced— you could inhale freely without choking on ash or dirt or debris from the recklessness of shinra. and he had to admit, it was a nicer change of pace stopping by costa del sol.

“everything’s just so gorgeous out here—“

“can you please stop talking?”

you turned your head once more, and cloud sighed in embarrassment. he didn’t mean for it to come out that way, honest. but he can’t focus on your words when you’re in front of him with that stupid swimsuit, distracting him as he tries not to shift his lower body to much. and of course, it took a beat of silence before your voice came out low, “have i offended you?”

“are you serious right now? you’re having me pour sunblock on you while you’re pressed up against me.”

it was only then when you let out a small laugh that he realized what you were doing. you did all of this on purpose— you sat here with aerith for a solid five minutes while he bumped into tifa, you could’ve had her spot you. but no, cloud just had to be the one to do it. he had noticed that you shifted back a little bit, which he thought was just so he didn’t have to reach so far but now that your lower back was pressed against him, he realized that you understood his problem a long time ago.

“oh well, sorry about that.” you teased, reaching behind you to remove cloud’s hands while you turned around to face him. you took off your sunglasses and grinned at him, taking in his flustered appearance. the bulge in his trunks failed to go unnoticed as your eyes flickered down once or twice.

“hey, cloud?” he looked back up at you, tearing his eyes away from the very interesting flecks of gold in the sand.

your smile never left your face. a deep contrast to your sweet demeanor was the innuendo that left your lips afterwards, “didn’t you have to go to bathroom earlier?”

[c0smoshit]

Heyyy!

Was wondering if I could request a Cloud x reader? Where basically reader is playing Mario Party w/ Tifa, Jessie, Aerith and he’s sitting and watching but after a few hours of it wants to just go snuggle and read some books in bed w/ reader, so that’s what he does?

Ty in advance and sending hugs!

This is so cute!!

Thanks for the req and hugs to u too🫶🫶

Touch-starved kid ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/Reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, very much fluff, cuddly and touch-starved Cloud

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 1.300

"Noo!"

A loud whine emerged from Jessie's mouth, Peach had crashed against a green shell. Low chuckles could be heard from both Aerith and your mouth, she was always so competitive.

Silence fell once again in the room, concentrated faces matched with a bored one from a blonde, watching the TV.

You had been playing for almost two hours now, Aerith whining about how she had to beat you the next game. Tifa on the other hand, silently won half of the matches, earning some muttered out curses from the rest of you.

"You don't wanna play Cloud?"

A hushed groan left his lips, staring down at you from his seated position. You had offered him the space next to you, but Jessie was quick enough to steal it.

And you didn't mind, Jessie was actually a sweetheart with you. She often gave you advice of boys, how to read if they were into you or not.

And it weirdly worked with him.

The other brunnete's arm sneaked into your shoulder, bringing you down to the planet. You stared back at her face and then at the screen, your hands still holding the controller.

"Where are you going y/n?"

Red eyes stared confusedly at you as you got rid of the arm that trapped you into a warm embrace. You wanted to stay for a bit, playing with them was always so fun after stressful weeks.

However, your body noticed the lack of coldness in the corner of the room.

"I'll be back soon, I'm going... to the bathroom yeah"

A few more snickers lingered in the room before some quiet yelps and curses filled it once again.

Your socks touched the cold, winter floor, eyes searching around for a grumpy blonde. The hall was dimly-lighted, some cute flowers resting on top of a wooden table.

But that adorable little moment turned into a frenzy one as some arms wrapped themselves around your middle part. Your yell was muffled by a gloved hand, his chest being the first thing that made you realise who was holding you.

"Cloud!"

His hand then left your mouth, chin making contact with the crown of your hair. Your hands grabbed his forearms, letting out a breathy sigh.

"Don't scare me like that you idiot"

You could feel a little smirk burning into his face, arms tightening around your waist as he guided you through the house.

. . .

"What's got you so clingy hmm?"

"You"

His voice was muffled by your chest, head tilted to the right as he laid on top of you. His arms were both bellow your back, not caring if he got cramps thanks to it.

He looked so peaceful, a child who only lived fueled by your arms and warm body.

Your back rested on the fluffy pillows behind you, knees appart as his stomach rested on your lap. Your feet rested by his sides and your hands softly caressed his locks.

You looked outside the window, it was currently winter and you felt a scorching warmth enveloping your insides. You felt so cozy and calm on the warm mattress, but his body on top of you multiplied those feelings.

His touch was featherlike, always managing to boost your mood whenever you were mad at him.

You couldn't have a proper argument with him, no matter how hard you tried to distance yourself from him, yell at him. His hands were always soothing your back.

"Hold on, I'll be back"

But his arms trapped you further into the mattress, not letting you slip off his embrace so easily. His body weight was all resting on top of you like it would always do whenever he was feeling down or tired and you were there with him.

A few more silent whines left his mouth when you, struggling, got his arms finally off you and planted your feet back on the wooden floor.

You gave his saddened face a pleading smile before you dissapeared once again into the hall.

If you were a stranger and looked at him in the eye, you would've thought that boy was cold.

But in reality, he was just a touch-starved kid.

Your fingertips grazed a bookshelf, pupils trying to find a red book surrounded by colorful books Aerith liked to read. You enjoyed meeting up with her and talking about flowers, forgetting just for a few minutes what was happening in the planet.

She knew everything about them, her tone changing whenever she talked to you about tulips or roses.

She was the whiff of fresh air you needed in a polluted city.

Subconciously you smiled at those memories, you loved spending time with her and the girls. A relief from work and the tasks you had to do through the day, soothing hands that massaged your warm shoulders after an stressful journey.

You wouldn't know where you'd be right now without them.

You let out an audible sigh as your hands caressed the soft cover of your favourite book. You liked the smell of fresh books, reading them while you stayed up at night.

With your new friend, you walked your way back into the room, ready to cuddle for as long as he pleased.

However, when you opened the door again, he wasn't laying down on the bed, instead, he was waiting for you the way you were laying on the pillows earlier.

And before you could even mutter out a "Hi" his arms were all over you again, dragging you down to his chest. You took his seat now, your hair sprawled out on his chest and shoulders as your book ended up falling on your lap.

You giggled, happiness filling up his sore brain, he adored your little chuckles. Readjusting yourself on his lap, you two were now sat on the bed, his bigger legs enveloped your closed ones, side by side.

You couldn't even hide the big, pleasured grin that was now placed on your sweet lips.

Did a huge, cuddly dog swaped bodies with Cloud?

Well, you didn't mind if he actually did, you were more than happy to see this secret facade. Maybe if life would let you have more alone time with him you wouldn't need to seek out his warmth in cold, lonely afternoons.

You both were quiet, consumed by the endless words in front of you as he leant his nose further into your hair. He would never say it out loud, but you had him crazy for you just by your sweet scent.

The first thing that woke up his brain whenever you walked into a room, whenever you washed the dishes with him.

Then your calm tone would envelope his eardrums, it always soothed him down.

And finally your adorable eyes, eyelashes batting so cutely at him, blinking whenever you were confused.

You sinked deeper into the pleasant but icy night, the words now seemed to be blurred out. Your eyelids grew heavy and the grip you had on the book softened, a car passed by.

When your limbs appeared to weigh more, he took the book from your lap, smiling when your hands didn't take it away from him. You had fallen asleep on top of him, was his body that comfortable?

It sure was, although he didn't seem to in most people's eyes, he was really strong. The muscles he packed bellow his skin were the perfect pillow, his arms the best blanket.

Your personal warm tent.

Eventually his eyes closed themselves too, breathing slowing itself down as his head lolled into your own one. You both looked so cute right now, not noticing the door creaking and some small giggles following behind.

[kookblurx]

" 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.

[missyandthemisfits]

FF7 Headcanons – Do They Like Their Partner Playing In Their Hair?

I write sometimes so Imma put some Final Fantasy VII headcannons here in honor of tomorrow’s release 🍷🍾

Cloud Strife – He absolutely does, he also absolutely won’t own up to it because he’s EMBARRASED. That said, if you really wanna hear him say it that badly, you can always threaten to never do it again. He’ll pout, complain softly, and confess. THEN he’ll immediately ask you to do it.

Tifa Lockhart – YesssSS, she adores it! But she makes you wait until you’re alone to do it because she is CONVINCED she makes questionable faces when you do it. She does. She does make those faces-

Aerith Gainsborough – You’d better believe she does and is happy to return the favor! She might actually be better than you at it though…awesome scalp massages.

Barett Wallance – Not really…? But he can be convinced. Especially after a long, hard day and a hot shower.

Cid Highwind – NOPE. Don’t even try it, you’ll get an earful and will NEVER hear the end of it, I assure you.

Vincent Valentine – He is FIRMLY on the fence about it. On one hand, it feels amazing and he really does love it. On the other hand, he’s still convinced he just doesn’t deserve that kindness, from you or anyone. You may or may not be able to get him to agree to it, depending on the day.

Reeve Tuesti – He does indeed like it and he is also not afraid to ask for it. Hell, he’ll ask for it mid-speech sometimes, right in the middle of the explaining something to the party members. You will probably say no.

Reno Sinclair – YES, for the love of God, PLEASE play in his hair. I cannot stress this enough, HE HAS NO SHAME. He will beg, with or without company, outside or inside your home. He does not care how it looks to those around him, he’s a man that knows what he wants an when he wants it.

Rude – I wheeze, but yes. He enjoys…scalp massages.

Elena – She actually only likes it when and if you wash her hair for her while you’re doing it, something about the combination of nails and water – she’s a little strange, but it’s cute.

Tseng – Another fence straddler, but he’s a lot easier to convince. For him, it’s about intimacy, something you two share that he doesn’t wanna share with anyone else so it stays in home – because he’s a little possessive.

Rufus Shinra – Oh yes, he definitely enjoys it – he’d ask for it more if it didn’t mess up his hair so much before meetings. He’s always got this smug look on his face when he teasingly asks though, so that’s a thing. Also possessive.

!! BONUS !!

Zack Fair – He’s got this lopsided grin on his face when you first ask him because he’s never had someone ask. But after the first time, he’s almost like a puppy.

Genesis Rhapsodos – He does like it, but he saves that sort of intimacy for after…‘The act’. Makes it more special. I think he’s just dramatic, honestly.

Angeal Hewley – Apprehensionnn, but if he’s feeling particularly stressed he may let you do it. It’s a hard sell though, be strong soldier.

Sephiroth – YES, thoroughly enjoys someone playing in his hair but understands they could be there for a while given the length of his luxurious locks – not that he minds. He could sit there all day, grinning and praising you for your time and effort. Unnecessarily suave, always.

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Pictures aren’t mine, Headcannons are!

[bunnist4rz]

guys i love this gay twink whom is blonde and doesnt talk TW/CW : none,, cloud x f!reader,, fluff

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, nearly tripping over your own feet as you collided with a broad-shouldered figure. The basket of freshly picked flowers you were carrying slipped from your hands, scattering vibrant petals across the cobblestone street. The colors mixed with the dust kicked up by the busy townsfolk, creating an unexpected, chaotic canvas on the ground.

You looked up, your face flushed with embarrassment, and found yourself staring into a pair of piercing blue eyes. They were framed by a mess of spiky blonde hair that you recognized immediately.

It was Cloud Strife, the legendary hero who had saved the world from Sephiroth’s terror. Despite his heroism, Cloud was a man who kept to himself, often seen wandering alone or lingering at Tifa's bar. To run into him—literally—was both shocking and somewhat intimidating.

Cloud took a step back, raising a hand as if to shield himself from the explosion of blooms at his feet. For a moment, his expression was unreadable, the kind of serious, brooding look you expected from someone like him. Then, to your surprise, his lips quirked into the faintest smile.

"It's okay," he said in a voice much softer than you imagined. "I've seen worse."

Relief flooded through you. His easygoing response made your awkwardness seem less like a disaster and more like a moment of clumsiness that could be forgiven. You quickly bent down to gather the scattered flowers, your hands shaking slightly.

"I guess I’m just a walking disaster," you muttered, more to yourself than to him, as you reached for the brightly colored petals littering the ground.

To your astonishment, Cloud crouched down to help, his gloved hands moving with a surprising grace as he picked up the flowers one by one. You glanced up to find his eyes crinkled with amusement, the tension in his face softened.

"Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance," he said, the light teasing in his tone sending your heart fluttering.

Cloud Strife just made a joke? You could hardly believe it. All the stories you'd heard about him painted him as a stoic, no-nonsense figure, someone who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Yet, here he was, making you smile, making you feel less like an idiot and more like someone who had just stumbled into a rather unexpected moment of warmth.

You finished gathering the flowers and stood up, brushing off your dress, cheeks still warm with embarrassment. "Thank you," you said, more sincerely than before. "I don’t know what I’d do without these for my sister’s birthday."

Cloud stood up as well, his eyes lingering on the flowers in your basket. "They’re beautiful," he said, his voice almost distant, as if a memory had crossed his mind. "They remind me of the ones Aerith used to grow."

The mention of Aerith brought a sudden silence between the two of you. You knew of her, of course. Everyone did. Her story was part of the legend, the woman who had sacrificed herself to save the planet. The loss of Aerith was one of the great tragedies of Cloud’s journey, and you couldn’t imagine how much it still affected him.

"I’m sorry," you said softly, sensing the shift in his mood. "It must be hard to see them and not think of her."

Cloud’s faint smile faded, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he took a deep breath, his expression one of quiet resolve. "Life goes on," he said after a moment, his gaze meeting yours with surprising intensity. "I’m just trying to find my place in it."

You nodded, feeling an unexpected wave of empathy for the man in front of you. There was so much more to him than the stories let on. He wasn’t just the brooding warrior who had saved the world—he was someone still healing, still searching for meaning in a life that had changed beyond recognition.

Your curiosity got the better of you. "What brings you to the market today?" you asked, hoping to keep the conversation going.

Cloud shrugged, his gaze drifting to the nearby stalls. "Just running some errands for Tifa," he said, his voice returning to its usual calm tone. "Nothing too exciting."

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to share a bit of your own struggles. "I’ve been searching for the perfect birthday present for hours," you confessed, offering him a small smile. "But I’m starting to think I might never find it."

Cloud glanced at you, his expression thoughtful. "I might know a place," he said simply. "Follow me."

Without waiting for your reply, Cloud turned and began weaving through the crowded marketplace with effortless ease. You blinked, surprised by the suddenness of his offer, but quickly hurried after him, clutching your basket tightly.

The market was alive with the usual chaos—vendors shouting their prices, children running between the stalls, and the mingling scents of freshly baked bread, herbs, and roasted meats filling the air. Despite the confusion, Cloud moved confidently through the throng of people, his presence commanding just enough space that no one dared get in his way.

Finally, he stopped in front of a small, unassuming stall tucked away at the edge of the market. The woman behind the counter looked up as Cloud approached, her weathered face breaking into a warm smile.

"Ah, Cloud," she greeted with familiarity. "It’s been a while."

Cloud nodded. "Mrs. Krovsky," he said, motioning toward you. "She’s looking for a special birthday gift. Thought you might have something."

Mrs. Krovsky turned her kind eyes toward you, her gaze sharp yet friendly. "Well now," she mused, tapping her chin as she looked you over. "Tell me, what are you looking for exactly?"

"My sister loves anything unique," you explained, a little nervous under her scrutiny. "I want to make this birthday one to remember."

Mrs. Krovsky nodded, her expression thoughtful as she began rummaging through the various trinkets and baubles on her stall. After a moment, she pulled out a delicate necklace, its chain a twisted braid of silver, with a single, glowing crystal at its center.

"This," she said, holding it up to the light, "was crafted by a local blacksmith. The crystal is said to hold the power of the planet’s lifeforce. It’s a symbol of protection and love."

Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed at the necklace, its beauty almost otherworldly. "It’s perfect," you whispered, excitement bubbling up inside you. "How much?"

Mrs. Krovsky named a price that was more than reasonable, and you eagerly handed over the gil. As she wrapped the necklace in a soft cloth, she smiled warmly at you. "A gift like this," she said, "isn’t just a present for your sister. It’s a symbol of the bond you share."

You thanked her profusely, and as you turned to Cloud, you couldn’t help but smile. "Thank you for your help," you said, your gratitude genuine. "I never would have found this without you."

Cloud shrugged again, though his smile was less guarded now. "It’s nothing," he said, his voice soft. "I’m just happy I could help."

As you turned to leave, Mrs. Krovsky called after you. "Remember, dear," she said kindly, "sometimes the most important gifts are the ones we give ourselves."

Her words lingered in your mind as you walked away, feeling a sense of warmth that had nothing to do with the sunlight. You had always been so focused on making others happy that you often forgot to take care of yourself. Maybe this encounter was a reminder that it was time to change that.

You glanced back at Cloud, who was already walking away to continue his errands. For a moment, you wondered if you should invite him to your sister’s birthday celebration. It seemed crazy—he was Cloud Strife, after all, the legendary hero. But something about the way he had helped you made you feel like he wasn’t as unreachable as you had once thought.

With a renewed sense of determination, you decided you would find a way to invite him. After all, what harm could it do?

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a/n : this was a request from my pretty princess @stxrrii :33 i hope you like it

[yatogami-shorts]

Art: Smaii_i (found on Twitter/X)

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Tifa never asked for much, so when she asked to close the bar early, he didn't argue. In fact, he was grateful, for today had been unusually busy and neither one of them really had a moments rest. So when she looked at him with those puppy-dog eyes and asked to call it a day, refusal wasn't an option.

He took a seat on a nearby stool, his legs aching and back sore, while Tifa wiped down the bar, cleaned two glasses, and poured them both a drink.

"Good work today, Cloud." Tifa said, sliding his glass down the wooden table top.

"You too," he replied, catching the glass in his hand. "Though, are you sure you should have a drink? You had a lot of people buy you one tonight."

"Hm? Oh, yeah, it's fine. One more for me and we're good!" She said with a smile.

He watched as she raised her glass to her lips, the amber liquid sliding down her throat, her cheeks flushed a soft pink. It didn't take him long to notice she was already slightly tipsy, considering her movements around the bar this evening were a little less than graceful. So this one more drink, he knew, would have her...more than good.

She sat the glass down and stared at him, a small hum escaping her throat, before she slowly walked around the bar to stand in front of him.

"What is it?" He asked.

"You know," she said, reaching to run her fingers through his hair. "Back then...your hair was more spiky!"

"..."

Tifa let out a small giggle. "Even your hair is losing it's hard edge!"

"Maybe. Or...maybe I just didn't want to be compared to a chocobo anymore." He said, mild embarrassment showing on his face.

"What?! Noooo, you liked it when I told you that your hair looked like a chocobo, didn't you?" She teased, ruffling his hair gently.

"I...wouldn't say I liked it," he muttered.

"Chocobos are cute, Cloud!" She said, poking the tip of his nose with her finger. "Just...like...you!"

"....how much did she drink?" He thought to himself as he brought his eyes up to meet hers.

Tifa chuckled softly before lacing her fingers around his neck, lowering her face to rest her forehead against his.

"You are though," she whispered. "To me you're...more than that. You're the brightest star in the night sky. The most beautiful person I have the pleasure of holding in my heart."

Cloud's breath hitched in his throat at her words, a comfortable warmth forming in his chest. She had told him she loved him in many different ways, but this...this was different. This was deeper. And it took everything he had not to pull her close and kiss her.

Without warning, Cloud rose to his feet. With one arm around her back, the other under her legs, he lifted Tifa from the ground and walked towards the door.

"You, Miss Lockhart, need some food and some rest." He said to her with a tender smile. "It's not like you to lose yourself to some booze."

Tifa chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on his collarbone before burying her face in his neck.

And as he carried her back to their home, he thought that tonight, he'll hold her a little closer.

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

I’m surprised it took me this long to do one of these for these two but here we are! A list of head canons and random thoughts I’ve had of them, with maybe a couple on other characters sprinkled throughout.

- Surprisingly enough, Cloud’s the more emotionally intelligent one between him and Zack. His social awkwardness just gets in the way and he struggles to show it to anyone other than Zack

- Zack and Cloud both know how to cook. Cloud having grown up with just his mother learned to help her out and Zack’s mother refused to let her son go off to Midgar without at least basic knowledge in cooking

- Despite Zack being the chronically flirty one, Cloud gets hit on more when they go to clubs and bars

- Zack hogs all the blankets like his life depends on it the second the temperature drops more than 10 degrees

- Cloud sleeps in boxers and nothing else. Unless it’s winter then you’ll catch him in a shirt as well

- Zack fucking hates doing the dishes. He will quite literally bribe Cloud to do them when it’s his night cause of how much he hates them 😂

- Kids absolutely adore Cloud and the blond never understands why despite going all soft on them and playing along with their dumb games when asked

- Zack once tried to convince Cloud it was a fantastic idea to get a dog for their tiny ass apartment but got shut down cause he got so excited over the idea he broke their dining table

- Zack came out of the closet after Cloud only because Aerith dragged him out by the ear and shoved him onto the blond

- Aerith and Tifa had an argument (not really it was more playful and halfhearted) over who would get Cloud as a best man/bride of honour cause they both wanted to put him in a dress

- Cloud wore a suit to Aerith’s and Tifa’s wedding and Zack was but hurt that neither of them wanted to see him in a dress

- Zack drinks his coffee black and Cloud puts enough sugar and milk in it your teeth would itch at the sight

- Cloud consumes salt like Zack does spice and neither of them can handle the others preference for them. Zack’s face screws up like he swallowed sea water and Cloud starts sweating at the mere whiff of spice

- Zack was so thrown off guard about all those people in sector 5, 6 and 7 knowing Cloud that he thought it was some massive, elaborate joke that everyone was in on

- Tifa was in mad denial about her feelings for Aerith but the second Cloud tried to ease her into the idea she caved pretty quick (she couldn’t stand the idea of Mr. Discovered Narnia himself giving her that talk)

- In Shinra days Zack most definitely used Kunsel to sabotage one of Cloud’s dates, only to discover the blond had never even gone on the date cause he thought it was a joke from his squad mate

- The only time Cloud ever showed an ounce of curiosity at gossip was when Vince had casually kissed Cid on the cheek before leaving and the latter had done nothing more than smile fondly after him

- Zack definitely mourns not having his mentor at his and Cloud’s wedding

- Cloud and Zack hung out so much in Shinra days that not only did Cloud get a fan club of his own, but a sub fan club that shipped the two of them together was created (and people lost their fucking minds when they spotted the two of them years down the track holding hands out in public)

- Genesis would have taken a liking to Cloud purely because he wanted to have a little protege like Angeal and the blond had enough of a spine to sass back and glare when Genesis had threatened him

- If Sephiroth hadn’t lost his mind to Jenova and all he would have been all too ready to go against Shinra and help take them down. Not because of his own feelings on any of the matters but because his friends had turned and he cared about them more

- Zack definitely got mildly jealous when he found out Cloud had been an avid member of Sephiroth’s fan club but had absolutely preened for weeks on end when he found out that he’d also been in Zack’s fan club

- Aerith proposed to Tifa and enlisted the help of Cloud cause he knew Tifa better and Zack unfortunately couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. But Zack did help keep Tifa distracted while Aerith made her preparations

- Barret is the unwilling dad of the group, Cid and Vince are the tired uncles that don’t actually know how they got there in the first place and literally everyone else are the chaotic children that only pull it together for eco terrorism and organised crime

- When Cloud gets sick he basically hibernates for like a week and only eats and drinks just enough so he doesn’t die. Zack freaked the fuck out the first time it happened and took him to the hospital after the first 24 hours of near constant sleep

- Zack becomes a big, whiny, clingy, cuddly mess when he’s sick and always tries to insist he’s all better the second he feels anything more than on the brink of death. Cloud almost spiked his food with sleeping pills so he’d just lie down and finally go to sleep and allow himself to heal somewhat

[after-witch]

That Great Triumphal Arch [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

Title: That Great Triumphal Arch [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

Synopsis: Sephiroth took you. And now all you know is pain. FF7R-verse. 

Word count: 2096

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, physical abuse and violence, noncon and sexual abuse, unwanted pregnancy for reader

You’ve been hurt before. You’re not some dainty thing, kept in a tower all your life.  You knew the streets. There were arms broken in alley tussles, noses bloodied through a drunken bar fight, and lately--far more lately--cuts from blades and the edges of Turk bullets and all those aching wounds that come with willingly signing up for a fight far bigger than yourself. You were under no illusions, when you joined with Cloud, what might lie ahead.

Though perhaps, being kidnapped by Sephiroth was not in your visions for the Could Happen in the Future. Getting hurt, yes. Being wrapped up in some insane plot to save the world, sure. 

Being targeted by Sephiroth? Not so much. 

Yet it happened. It happened so fast that if you were asked to recall the specific details, you couldn’t say. You remember the blow to your stomach, the blow to your head. You remember looking up and seeing Sephiroth staring down at you, a smile on his face, the grayness of your vision blurring with the glimmering silver of his hair. You remember, or at least you hope it’s a memory and not just something you imagined, hearing Tifa shout out something, hearing the clash of blades. 

But then there was nothing but grayness and fog and an awful, dreamless sleep. 

When you woke up, he was there.

Smiling.

Speaking words that felt like black tar in your ear. How you were his. How you were a gift. How you were meant to be there.

And he hurt you.

So, so much.

He hasn’t stopped.

The pain is relentless, fresh, raw. You can’t get used to it, not like you might eventually get used to the ache from a broken rib from a single ill-timed bar brawl. It’s ever-changing, day by day. 

Maybe that is why it’s taken you out so completely over the past few days (and just how long has he had you, in all?); got you weak and speechless, barely able to breathe much less think much less fight back much less--

“You’re beautiful, you know.”

The voice from above you is grating to your ears, like gravel being rubbed right into your bleeding, sore kneecaps. You’ve heard that damned voice so often lately, and sometimes you swear--you swear--that his lips aren’t moving when he speaks.

But why is he above you, again? You remember him hitting you this morning, you remember the kick that broke your ribs. You remember spitting in his face. And then, quite clearly, you remember the tip of his sword puncturing right through your wrist, leaving an almost disgustingly clean wound behind.

That was the last clear memory before all this.

So why is he above you, hair almost shimmering, eyes bright and piercing--what is that sensation, that awful, awful sensation? Like being pierced from the inside out. 

“Beautiful… when you’re bleeding for me.” His voice is just a little breathy. A practiced sound, you think, because he doesn’t break so much as a sweat when he spends hours hurting you. It’s not like sex was going to knock the wind out of him, like his boot connecting solidly with your stomach once or twice or umpteen times did to you so readily.

Unwillingly, reality finally comes back to you, sore and sticky and painful, with his gloved hand tapping at your cheek; with the realization that he’s inside you, again, thick and intruding and insistent. It’s like a drum beat in your lower body, a rhythm you’ve come to understand after all this time--and it makes you feel sick, still, no matter how familiar it’s become. 

A gloved thumb runs along your lower lip, catching on a scab healing over. 

“Everything you do is for me… bleeding… breathing… your very existence.” There’s a sticky coolness to his voice that makes you want to peel your skin off even more than the ever-present sensation of his body above yours. 

His voice continues, no matter how much you wish it would not. 

“When will you come to accept that?”

You ignore the content of his words (you so often do, when you can get away with it) and merely squint your eyes, desperate to make sense of things despite your aching body. But you still can’t tell. 

Did his lips move… or not?

His thumb presses down on the scab. And it’s such a small pain, really, compared to what you’ve been through. But you groan nonetheless, and squeeze your eyes shut to block out the stinging sensation spreading across your mouth.

“Answer me, and I may grant you mercy.”

You laugh, or at least you think it’s a laugh. A hoarse stuttering sound that wheezes out of your used and abused chest. In response, he thrusts harder, and your fingers curl on the sheets underneath you, desperate to gain purchase.

Above you (and inside you)-- there are signs that he is human, that he is not some infallible granite creature. Sweat on his naked chest. The movement of his hair, tickling your skin, as he begins to thrust quickly enough to signify his end. 

A soft, low sound as he pushes inside you so deeply that it hurts, and then warmth--a burning warmth that shouldn’t feel like it does, stinging and slick. Is it because he’s fucked you so often, creating tears? Or is there something wrong with him, to make his seed more unpleasant? Or--the thought comes, unbidden, awful--something wrong with you? 

His gloved hand taps your cheek again. It’s like being chided by a friend for dropping off in the middle of a conversation, but nowhere near as lighthearted. 

“Where did you go, I wonder?” 

You can’t answer him right away. Not without sacrificing dignity. So you keep your mouth shut and wait until your breath isn’t coming in so hard, and your heart rate has regained some sense of normalcy. 

You look straight at him, at the eyes that seem to glow from within now, something awful inside them. You wait until he’s raised an eyebrow, just a little, a sign that he’s expecting you to speak.

And you do.

“I’ll never accept whatever delusion you’ve created about me.” 

Yes, your voice is tired and hardly filled with the bravado you might have spoken with before he took you. But at least you got the words out. At least you know you spoke them with your own damn mouth.

His thumb returns to trailing gently on your lips. Almost soft, almost kind.

“But you’ve already accepted so much…” 

You don’t ask what he means, exactly. 

Later on, you’ll wish you had.

--

Your head lolls side to side. The pillow underneath, damp with your sweat, does nothing to ease your discomfort or the gnawing ache inside your chest. 

“Do you really think they’ll come for you?”

Yes, you want to say. They are my friends. We would never give up on one another. But you press your lips tight. 

“Don’t you know how long it’s been? How far they’ve traveled? They haven’t even tried to retrieve you.”

He’s lying. They would never just give you up, let you stay in his clutches. If they traveled, it was out of necessity, to find help or create a plan or get a better vantage point. Yes, that would be it. He’s… lying. Isn’t he? 

“They’re concerned with far greater things than you, aren’t they? Do you think they’ll choose you over this world’s pretended sanctity?” 

Yes, you want to say. Yes, yes, yes! But even you can’t pretend that wouldn’t be a bold, ridiculous lie. One life--or the world? Even if it was you… Even if it meant you were trapped here, with Sephiroth.

His voice continues to drip honeyed poison straight into your ears--straight into your mind. Soft whispers in the dark, over and over, reminding you, taunting you, telling you things that you must surely admit (deep, deep, deep down) are likely the truth. 

But he can’t be doing this to you. It’s impossible. Because he’s not speaking. You’re staring right at him, right at his detestable face, a face you could now describe with uncanny certainty… and his lips are not moving.

You weren’t sure, before; you’d wondered at the way his whispers seemed to squirm right into your ears, no matter how far away he was or how fuzzy your vision got from pain. 

You let out a confused groan that covers up whatever vile thing he blows into your ear next, though it doesn’t stop the awful sensation that comes with hearing him inside your skull. 

“I don’t understand.” You practically moan the words out, like a sick child on a feverbed. The damp sheets and your clenching fingers, rubbing the sheets raw, are much the same. “How are you doing this?”

“Oh, darling.” He says--but doesn’t say--as his hand skims down your chest and rests on your stomach. The feel of the leather is cold and harsh, like a ragged seam dragging down your skin.  “Don’t you know?”

You don’t know. You don’t know what he means, or why he’s doing this, or how the fuck he’s talking inside your head.

His hand doesn’t move, exactly, but presses down in a remarkably gentle gesture.

“Don’t you know what I’ve put inside you?”

There’s a terrible, long moment where the world drops out from underneath you. And then you’re back above with no air in your lungs, because you’ve screamed--you didn’t even know it.

He stares down at you with a patient smile until your breathing comes back, ragged and uneven.

“You’re lying.” Hot tears prick at your eyes, because you’re not stupid and you know what he means now, and you know that it’s the awful truth. You can deny a lot of things (and have done so at every opportunity) but this? This was real. It was sick and real. 

“I never lie to you,” he says, lips still unmoving. 

You know. You know. The calmness in his tone terrifies you more than any of his sweet poisons, than any of his bruising grips or swift strikes to your vulnerable body. 

“It’s remarkable, what her cells can do. And you took to them so quickly.” His smile has an almost edge of ecstasy to it that turns your insides sour. “It’s destiny. Even you must admit that.”

You think the word “no” comes out, but you can’t be sure you actually said it. Maybe you’re talking without opening your mouth now, too. Maybe you’re losing it, like frayed edges of an old blanket, just waiting to be pulled out. 

Sephiroth, if he notices your growing inner hysteria, chooses to ignore it. Instead, he leans down, taking a moment to rest his cheek against yours. He inhales softly through his nose.

“I thought you were at your most beautiful before, but this?” The hand on  your stomach trails up until he’s grasping your chin, keeping you in place. “This might be preferable…”

“Stop.” The words come out soft and perhaps pitiable to anyone but the man above you. 

He doesn’t even acknowledge them. Maybe you didn’t say them at all. 

There’s something determined in his eyes now, as he stares down at you. You’re almost afraid to find out what it is. 

“Mother has given me two gifts,” he says, softly, with reverence. “And I now will prove myself all the more worthy to her.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. It could be chaste, if anything Sephiroth ever did might ever be called that. The kiss tastes of his breath and your own tangy blood. 

This time, when he speaks, his lips move--cruel and hot against your own.

“Do you think Cloud will be able to look you in the eye, once he knows what’s inside you?”

Hot tears slide down your cheeks and join the sweat already dampening the pillowcase. 

His hand returns to your belly, cupping the skin there. There is warmth--he’s removed his gloves now--and the sensation makes you shudder. 

“Do you think you can belong to anyone but me now?”

This time, his lips don’t move.

[xxladyballadxx]

The Beast Within

☽ Vincent Valentine x (Fem) Reader ☽

Note: This is not connected to the events from the game or the movie.

☾ ⋆ dividers by : @saradika-graphics ☾ ⋆

It was this one night where Vincent locked himself in the room in this mansion that the group encountered during their travel. The others wondered what’s been bugging him. Cloud urged you and his friends not to bother him since Vincent wishes to be left alone. He hasn’t been communicating with the group as much, leading a heavy weight of concern towards a few people. Mostly, you. 

You’ve been quite close with Vincent ever since he decided to join the team. Out of all the people, he talks to you the most. Tifa couldn’t possibly help but notice the strong bond between you two. So did Cloud and the others. Yuffie, along with Barrett, took their advantage to tease Vincent, telling him that he likes you very much. Vincent gave a cold snicker towards them as his ears and scowling face were flushing red. He tried to shake it off by hiding the fact that he truly likes you. His fondness of you got him soft in a way. Despite his standoffish appearance and personality, Vincent slowly began to have a soft spot for you. 

All was going well between you two…

Your bond with him is stronger than ever…

….Until he grew aloof, distancing himself from you and the group…

Cloud and his friends just sat around the messy living room, having no clue on what to do since Vincent isn’t planning to come out and talk about what his issue is. You refused to stay still and do nothing so you got off the wooden chair and headed upstairs to speak to him. Cloud couldn’t find himself to stop you so he just let you go. Perhaps it’s because Cloud knows how much you care about Vincent.

You reached the room and curled your fingers into a fist, beating down a door with a few knocks, “Vincent?” you called out to him in a soft voice, a flow of worry colouring your face as you tried again, “Vincent? Vincent, is everything okay?” 

Through the locked door, you abruptly heard a painful growl. An angry, painful growl. Your body system began to tremble in fear, you pressed down your ear towards the wooden door wondering what that unusual sound was.

More growls were ringing up your ear, it sounded very stressful and tormenting. That’s when you realized that the sounds of pain were coming…from Vincent. “Vincent?!” You banged on the door in worry, panicking, “Vincent, what’s going on there?” 

Still not answering back to you, you were going to call him out one more time until you got suddenly smacked down to the ground with your head hitting against the creaky wooden surface as the door broke down with a brute force. A growling, furious sound of a beast rang through your cold ears, you sense his heavy breath crawling upon your pale skin. Your eyes became a blur to the image of something that you couldn’t make out of it. The heavy footsteps stomped aggressively towards the floor. Your eyes shuttered, hearing voices and gunshots as you just lied down there unconscious…

Right after the incident, you regained your consciousness and found yourself lying down on the couch with a thin blanket over you. You stuck your legs out and wandered around the place, knowing how it got all quiet. You figured out your friends ran after Vincent to chase him down. Your heart fueling with panic, you dashed out of the abandoned mansion in a swift motion, desperate to find Vincent before he could hurt anyone, “Vincent?! Vincent, where are you?!” 

You cried out his name, fear clouding through your thoughts causing you to have terrible visions of what might happen. You shook your head disapprovingly and tried to focus on finding Vincent. Throughout the woods, a roaring cry was heard from the left side of the place. You rushed to the other path and stopped by the lake, your entire body system froze when you saw him…in his beast form… 

There on the solid-hard ground lay an unconscious Cloud, Tifa and Barret. Others were in the same messy state as them. Your whole group of friends must have tried to calm Vincent down. Instead, they all got attacked viciously in return by Vincent in his beast form that he struggled to keep in check throughout all these years. Sensing the beastly eyes locked on you, you lifted your head and looked at him grimily, “Vincent..” 

He growled in response, his sharp claws clenching. A moonlit pearl light shining on the horns that reminded you of a devil. “Vincent…darling…it’s alright..” you reassured him, walking calmly in his direction. Trying your hardest not to give him any fright. Although he doesn’t appear to be too afraid when you approach him without fear. 

“Vincent…” 

As you walked deeply close to him, he began to crawl away from you. Worrying that he might wound you just like what he did to Cloud and others. He shrieked which sounded like a cry for help. Vincent felt trapped somehow, feeling that nobody wanted to save him. You can save him because…you’re the only one that can…

Given how much you truly care for him…

You stuck your hand out with a shattering-broken smile, hoping that Vincent would come to you peacefully without causing any harm, “I want to help you, Vincent. Please…come back to me…” praying that your words would reach him, to hope that he would return to you. A beastly Vincent crawled his way towards you and raised his claws to reach you. You thought he would transform back to his normal self. All went downhill when Vincent spiraled out of control, he almost clawed your body but you managed to evade his aggressive attack by cartwheeling away in a safe distance. 

“Vincent!”

He had his claws slammed on his head, shaking out of pain and suffering. Wailing as if he fell into a pit of hell. Vincent dropped to his knees, his claws digging into the dirt. You couldn’t care less about him hurting you so you ran to him, dropped to your knees to have your small arms around him. Embracing him in his beastly form, “It’s alright, Vincent…I’m here…” 

A strange red thundery aura surrounded him, you felt him transforming back to his original self. His red cloak touching your clothing, your fingers weaving through his black spikey hair. You held him tight as close as possible.  As you were doing that, you heard a mumble across his lips. Loud enough for you to hear, “I’m…I’m sorry, (Y/n)...I..”

“Shhh…it’s alright, Vincent.” you caressed down his hair gently while comforting him in your arms with his head buried into your chest, “I know you didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Cloud and the others had finally recovered thanks to your healing powers. Although you’re not the leader of the team, you commanded them to rest at the inn. Even Vincent too. So they listened to you and rested in their own separate rooms. Sadly, there was no coffin for Vincent. The inn couldn’t provide one for him. However, Vincent doesn’t seem too bothered by this problem. 

With your friends resting for one night at the inn, you opened the window to let the wind of fresh air flow into the room. You felt much better, finding it easy to breathe now. You decided to sit at the end of the bed, thinking about that moment in the forest with Vincent when he was out of control. You wondered if you had crossed the line by overstepping his boundaries. Vincent was never the type of person to accept comfort from anyone. When you had your arms wrapped around Vincent while trying to console him, he didn’t forcefully push you away. It’s like he surrendered himself to you. It was very unusual of him. ‘Is it just me or…am I overstepping his boundaries?’ you asked yourself through that mind of yours. 

A sudden knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts, wondering who it would be at this time. You headed over to unlock the door, your face flourishing in a colour of surprise to see him appear outside the room you’re in, “V-Vincent..

“May I come in?” 

You gave him a nod, widening the door as he entered the room. You closed the door quietly before locking it. “What brings you here, Vincent?” Could it be that he wants to talk to you about what happened in the woods, you wonder?

“I…” Vincent lifted his head to look at you, “I wanted to see you…” it came out unexpectedly, his words sent your heart racing, “Oh, I see…” You sat back down on the bed, patting down the spotless space for Vincent to come and sit down with you. Vincent walked over to take a seat on the bed, you realized how close he was to you. 

A silence closed in between you two, making things more awkward as you both had no clue what to say to each other. You felt your stomach swarming with butterflies, starting to feel nervous with Vincent around. “(Y/n).” He began to speak, “I wanted to talk about…what happened in the woods…”

“O-oh…” You lowered your head to face the floor, the weight of nervousness dragging onto you, “I’m sorry…” 

Vincent cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out why you’re apologizing, “Whatever for…?” 

You gave him a worrying expression, “I didn’t mean to cross the line and overstepped your boundaries when I…when I held you in arms..” you continued on, “You were suffering…I wanted to comfort you…I wanted to help you. I feel like…I went ahead of myself somehow. I know you don’t easily accept comfort from anyone and I-” Vincent shushed you by spooning you into his arms that caught you off guard, “You didn’t do anything wrong, (Y/n). In fact, you saved me somehow. Your comfort helped me in some way.” 

You clasped his arms and pulled away for a moment, “I..did?” 

“There’s another…thing I want to talk about, (Y/n)..” 

You tilted your head with an indication of curiosity, “And that…?” 

Vincent surprisingly made his move on you, pressing down his lips onto yours. He pulled you close to deepen the kiss. A flood of warm emotions came crashing down, you had no urge to pull away from him as you were too lost in this moment. You snaked your arms around his back, pulling him closer to you. Vincent moved his head away for a moment to lock his gazing eyes on you, his thumb caressing your reddened flushing cheek, “I truly like you, (Y/n)...a lot. I don’t know how this happened but…you changed my heart.” he carried on, “I never usually like to get close to people. I don’t easily develop feelings for anyone…until you appear in my life.” 

“Vincent..” 

“From now on, I don’t want you to go anywhere without me, in this world and in the next life. I hope for you to choose me, in this world and in the next life.” He inched in close, “But that’s if only you truly want to or not…” 

A fall of tears dripped down to your cheeks, you buried yourself into him as you held him in a heartfelt embrace, “Oh Vincent…I feel the same. I wish to be with you. In this world and into the next life.” 

a/n - I wanted to tear up so badly after writing down that part for the ending! ૮꒰ ˃̣̣̥ ◠ ˂̣̣̥ ꒱ა It's just so touching and very heartwarming. I truly do apologize for the way I wrote Vincent on here, honestly I feel like I made him a bit OOC on this fanfic I wrote (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝)

I have a lot of love for my beloved Vincent. Literally I wasn't a huge fan of him at first for some reason and I know so little about him. Once Rebirth came out, everything changed when I started to fell in love with Vincent Valentine. It all happened so quickly, I got to know about his past, what he was before and everything. His past was so tragic and heart-breaking! (˃̣̣̥△˂̣̣̥)💔 I never knew the stuff he had to go through, that's when I understood the reason why he always look so cold and unapproachable. Now I never played DoC before but I have seen a few clips of it and I read the plot online.

Vincent is one of the most badass characters that I ever fell in love with, his design is incredibly unique (Both original and the remake). Honestly, everything about him is unique <3

I'm so sorry for the long ass text about how much I adore Vincent Valentine, I just need it to get it out of my system. I can't stop thinking about him, it's driving me insane.

So yeah...I truly hope to see more of Vincent in the next part of FFVII Remake

[drabblesandimagines]

I wouldn't mind holding your hand. I guess.

13 from creativepromptsforwriting's Grumpy Affectionate Dialogue list.

Cloud Strife x reader Fluff

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"So, how'd it go?" Tifa asks the second you've walked through the door - it hadn't even closed properly behind you yet. Had she been waiting to pounce? "We don't say hello now?" You raise an eyebrow, shrugging off your jacket. You’d been dreading her interrogation - it had been a sleepless night.

"Hello.” She grins. “How'd it go?" She puts her hands down on the counter and leans forward as you approach.

"Fine." You shrug, going to lift up the latch to join her behind the bar, but Tifa is quick – shifting so she’s now leaning on top of it, blocking your entrance.

“You pay me to work here, remember?”

“And do you see any customers? Anyway, this is important. I don’t think you understand how rare it is to go on a date with Cloud Strife. Spill!”

You sigh, sitting down heavily on the stool. Really, you should’ve known that the brunette would be keen to hear every single detail…

You’d started working at Seventh Heaven nearly four months ago now. Before Meteor, you’d worked in Wall Market as a cocktail waitress, doing bar tricks to earn tips off a bunch of Shira employees. It was just by chance you’d been walking by when Tifa had put up the help wanted sign in the window. The two of you had got on immediately and your skills honed behind the bar meant you could really start straightaway. The first time you’d seen Cloud walk in, you were immediately attracted to him - the blue eyes, blonde hair, the muscular, toned arms on display... Who wouldn’t be? He, however, seemed very indifferent to you, though Tifa disagreed. “He’s shy. He likes you - I promise."

It felt odd at first when she deemed herself a matchmaker – Cloud and her shared an apartment, with two kids – Denzel and Marlene – she assured you they were strictly platonic and she’d love to see him without a scowl on his face. Apparently he was always interested when you were working, especially if you were on a closing shift. Now everyone was based in Edge, all sorts frequented the bar. You’d experienced the same in Wall Market and weren’t afraid to cut people off but it was nice to have some sort of muscle around in case anyone became a little out of line. You thought it was Tifa’s doing, as Cloud would always offer up his services on the nights you were responsible for closing, even walking you home afterwards. When you’d thank him, he’d shrug, saying not to think anything of it.

He was chivalrous, you’d reasoned, trying not to get your hopes up there was something more to it, until two nights ago when he’d lingered at the point he’d usually head off when you’d unlocked your front door.

“Wait.” You span round on your heels at the sound of his voice, surprised that he’d gone off routine. “Erm, would you… Would you like to have dinner tomorrow night? With me.”

“With you?” You’re stunned.

“Forget I said-“

“No, I’d love to.” You interrupted, worried you’d blown it.

“Okay. Great. Er, I’ll text you.” And Cloud had then strode off into the night before you could say another word.

He’d texted - you assumed he’d got your number off Tifa from her string of texts the next morning - saying he’d pick you up from yours at 7, that he’d got a table at a restaurant nearby. You’d walked past it a few times but never been, and it seemed a popular spot for first dates - intimate, yet not overly fancy. He’d arrived promptly, saying you looked "nice" and that’s where things had gone a little downhill. There was nothing that happened to really distinguish this as a date...

“He didn’t get within three feet of me at any time the walk there, or the walk back. I know he’s quiet, but besides asking me if the food was okay, he didn’t say much at all at dinner. And then, after he’d walked me home, I said I’d had a really nice time, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, thinking he was nervous, you know?" Tifa nods. "But then he stepped forward, thanked me and clapped me on the shoulder, before he strode off.” You lay your head down on your arms. “It was a pity date, Tifa.”

“Okay, Cloud’s more hopeless than I thought,” she pats you gently on the head, “but it wasn’t a pity date. He set it all up because he wanted to take you out, I promise.”

“He could’ve swung that big sword of his all around him and not hit me, the distance he was keeping.” You continue talking into your arms, your voice muffled.

“I’ll talk to him.”

“No, don’t!" Your head shoots up, “That’ll make me look and feel even more pathetic. I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s a wake-up call.”

“You’re not pathetic. He’s just shy. Plus, I bet he’s feeling even worse than you are. He was out before I even woke up this morning.” She pauses, grinning slyly. “I did think that he might’ve stayed the night at yours…”

Your face flushes at that. “What?! No. He couldn’t get away from me fast enough.” The door opens and the two of you look, you praying it's not Cloud. "Delivery!" A man chirps. "Enough about my dismal love life, okay?" You get to your feet and go to take in the stock.

--

You got home that evening just after 6pm, preparing yourself for a quiet evening and an early night after the sleepless one before. It was surprising when there was a knock at the door an hour or so later – you weren’t expecting anyone. You looked through the eyehole and were nervous to see the tell-tale spikes of blonde hair, a nervous expression across Cloud’s face. Had Tifa spoken to him? Oh, Shiva…

You unlock the door, pulling it open cautiously.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiles, a little awkwardly, but it’s sweet too. “Sorry, are you busy? I should’ve texted…”

“No, not at all.” You curse inwardly, you could’ve phrased that differently, sound more aloof. “What brings you here?”

“Uh, yeah…” It’s then you notice he has a hand behind his back. It’s quickly whipped out in front of you, holding a small, handpicked bouquet of pink, white and yellow flowers. “I wanted to give you these.”

“Cloud…” Your eyes widen, taking in the display. They’re the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. “Thank you.” You accept them delicately, worried they might wilt instantly if you’re too rough with them.

“Would you like to go for a walk?”

“Sure. Let me just put these in water. Erm, do you want to come in?” You step back in anticipation.

“No, I’ll wait here.” He folds his arms.

“Oh, okay,” you nod. “I won’t be long.” You let the door swing close behind you, still holding the flowers so delicately. He delivers you hand-picked flowers but doesn’t want to come in? Is he breaking up with you? Can you break up even if you weren’t together in the first place? You grab a glass, filling it with water from the tap and placing the small bouquet in gently, before setting it down in the windowsill. You wonder if you’ll look at them in the same light when you return.

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Edge, like its predecessor, had never been a pretty city in the desert. In the early evening though, fairy lights donned by the surrounding buildings cast a nice glow about the place and it was quiet as the two of you strolled through. Cloud hadn’t been the most talkative, as usual. Sometimes it looked like he wanted to say something, a comment on the tip of his tongue, but then his mouth would close and he’d nod to whatever nonsense you were spouting to fill the silence. It was at one of those moments when you hadn’t particularly been paying attention to where you were walking, catching your foot on an uneven part of the ground. You brace yourself for the impact and the embarrassment, but a hand grabs your own, yanking you back and upright, another hand on the small of your back – Cloud.

“You okay?” His brow is furrowed in concern. Your heart is thudding at the shock of tripping, or maybe the closeness of you two? It’s hard to tell.

“Y-yeah. Sorry, clumsy,” you know your face is red. “Thanks.” The hand from your back falls away, deeming your balance stable enough but your other hand isn’t released straightaway. You look down at the appendage in question, Cloud’s hand firmly clasped around yours. His eyes follow what you’re looking at and he seems to realise as his cheeks grow flush in the dim light of dusk, letting go abruptly.

“Do you even like me?” The question slips out of your mouth before you can even think what you’re saying. He looks almost startled by the directness of it.

“I thought the date and flowers made that obvious.”

“The flowers, okay, but the date and just now… Like, I know not everyone’s keen on public displays of affection, but you don’t even want to be within arm’s length of me…”

“I wouldn’t mind holding your hand. I guess.” It’s mumbled, his blue eyes directing at the ground.

“What?” You wonder if you misheard.

“I’d quite like to, to be honest. I’m just…” He meets your eyes at this point. “I haven’t really done this before.”

“That’s okay, neither have I.”

He looks sceptical. “That can’t be true.”

“I wasn’t exactly surrounded by gentlemen wanting to sweep me off my feet in Wall Market,” you smile. “Besides, it means we can try and work this stuff out together, if you want.” You hold your hand out, hoping he won’t notice the slight tremor.

To your relief, he takes it, deftly lacing his fingers through your own.

“I’d like that.”

- Masterlist . Requests welcome . Ko-fi

[dutchdread]

"things won’t go well between Tifa and Cloud, even without Sephiroth", the most misrepresented quote in the LTD.

If you've spend any time looking into the LTD you'll probably have heard the claim that Nojima said that Cloud and Tifa were incompatible and that their problems have nothing to do with Sephiroth. This belief comes from a misunderstanding of the following quote.

“‘Episode Tifa’ … first off, there’s the premise that things won’t go well between Tifa and Cloud, and that even without Geostigma or Sephiroth this might be the same. I don’t really intend to go on about my views on love or marriage or family (laughs). After ACC, I guess Denzel and Marlene could help them work it out. Maybe things would have gone well with Aerith, but I think there is a great burden from Aerith."

~ Nojima

The meaning they're trying to take from the quote is that when Nojima says "without Sephiroth or Geostigma", that this refers to a scenario where Sephiroth had never existed. The implication being that the issues Tifa and Cloud are going through are internal, not external, and potentially even inherent to their natures. But what the actual "internal" problems they're facing are is never brought up, which is weird since this is rather important. What they want you to think is that the internal problems are either somehow inherent to them as a couple, aka, they're just not a good fit. Or else that the internal problem is "Cloud is in love with Aerith".

But the problem is that they don't provide evidence of any of this, and worse yet, we KNOW what the actual issues are. This quote isn't a mystery, we KNOW exactly what Nojima is referring to. This quote isn't a refutation to the Cloti telling of the story, like all pieces of evidence it supports Cloti perfectly but is simply unintentionally misunderstood or intentionally misrepresented. Before we go into the problems themselves though it's important to take a minute to notice something. Namely that inherent in the argument that "things aren't working out for Tifa and Cloud", is the idea that their relationship is one where 'working things out' is applicable as a concept. Much like getting a divorce is proof of marriage, using the fact that Cloud and Tifas relationship is going through a rough patch as evidence that they're not in a romantic relationship is....misguided. The next part of the quote makes this even more concrete: "I don’t really intend to go on about my views on love or marriage or family". So whenever people bring up Tifa and Clouds relationship troubles as evidence against Tifa and Cloud, please thank them for conceding that they're in a relationship.

So based on that, lets clearly lay out what is being asserted here in its most general form. The claim essentially has two parts. 1: "Cloud and Tifa are in a relationship, but it is troubled"

2: "The reason for these troubles is related to Aerith being the real love interest of the story"

Note that if they can't prove point 2, then this quote hard cements Cloti. The argument stands or falls on Clotis inability to address point 2.

So let's address it.

First lets address the "without Sephiroth or Geostigma" part. The interpretation that this is meant to be read as "if sephiroth was never born" is patently absurd. This is an interview about a very specific point in time in Cloud and Tifas life, which specifically points at a thing that happens in THAT point in time, namely Geostigma. He doesn't say something generic like "if Cloud and Tifa had never ran into hardships in their life they'd still be incompatible", no, he points at two specific things, Sephiroth and Geostigma. Geostigma we know is only a problem during the time of advent children, it's not a disease going back right through to Clouds childhood. Sephiroth is but he's also very specifically attacking Cloud DURING advent children, he returns DURING advent children. Clearly this quote is addressing the current events of Sephiroth and geostigma, aka, the movie, not the more generic impact that Sephiroth has had on Cloud and Tifas life since childhood. If that was meant to be the case he'd have said "sephiroth, jenova, and Shinra" or something else more chronically substantial. And what are the troubles they're going through? Well, luckily we don't have to guess, since that's been reiterated again and again and again and again. It's mentioned in games, it's mentioned in books, and it's mentioned in interviews.

"As long as Cloud blames himself for Aerith’s death, he won’t be able to move on with his life. One of the first ideas we had for Advent Children was to have Cloud overcome and resolve that immense feeling of guilt. For Cloud, no one other than Aerith can solve that problem for him." ~ pg. 58 of Reunion files.

Failing to protect people important to him is his sin… Convincing himself of this, Cloud shuts himself off. What does his meeting with Aerith bring him? ~ Cloud Strife profile 10th AU

Two years after returning to the planet, Aerith still lives on in the hearts of her friends who saved the planet. And in particular to Cloud, as a symbol of his failure to having being unable protect those dear to him, ~ Aerith Gainsborough 10th AU profile.

Cloud feels an incredible sense of guilt for not being able to save her, but sometimes he can still hear her voice in a soft whisper. ~ (Reunion Files, Aerith’s profile)

Zack&Aerith For Cloud, they were people whom he can never forget. The two irreplaceable people, Zack, “who was sent to death because of him”, and Aerith, “who met a tragic fate as he couldn’t protect her” became “the unforgivable sin” in his heart. ~ ACC POST CARD BOOK.

“I’m going to live. I think that’s the only way I can be forgiven. All sorts of things… happened.” ~ Cloud in case of Tifa

"Cloud is scared that the peace he has now might shatter, so he is living on his own." ~ Nomura

Deep down, Cloud knew that he shouldn’t be so hard on himself, but at the same time he couldn’t let go of those feelings of guilt for what happened to Aerith and Zack, or the thought that he could never forgive himself for it. But then his companions made him feel better by telling him to let go. - Takahiro Sakurai (Cloud’s voice actor) pg. 15 reunion files.

"She knew that Cloud was in great pain because he couldn’t protect Aerith. Cloud was trying to overcome that and live on" ~ Case of Tifa.

The happier he is now, The more Cloud is tormented by painful “memories” of the past. ~ Cloud’s 10th AU profile.

The more he realizes how happy he is living with Tifa and the children, the more the fear of losing that and regrets toward the past trouble Cloud… ~ Cloud’s 10th AU profile

"when Cloud contracts Geostigma he disappears. Behind these actions lies feelings of guilt towards his past failure to protect people who were important to him, but through his battle with Kadaj’s gang, the legacy of Jenova, he regains the courage to face reality." ~ FF7 10th Anniversary Ultimania Cloud Strife Profile

"Cloud continued to regret the deaths of his best friend and comrade, who were dear to him, in FFVII. In AC, he says “I want to be forgiven.” ~ Dissidia Cloud’s profile

"Cloud’s heart continued to be tormented by a deep sense of regret and blame towards himself." ~ Cloud’s Dengeki profile

Aerith still lives on in the hearts of her friends who saved the planet. And in particular to Cloud, as a symbol of his failure to having being unable protect those dear to him, she was a major factor in causing him to close himself off." ~ Aerith’s 10th anniversary profile.

“I want to be forgiven. Mm. More than anything.”-Cloud “By who?” ~ Aerith

“Isn’t it time you did the forgiving?” ~ Aerith to Cloud.

“But… I let you die…” ~ Cloud to Aerith

“I never blamed you. Not once, you came for me, that’s all that matter.” ~ Aerith to Cloud

“Are sins ever forgiven…?” ~ Cloud to Vincent

“I’m not fit to help anyone. Not my family. Not my friends. Nobody.” ~ Cloud to Tifa in ACC

You're too weak to save anyone, not even yourself ~ Sephiroth to Cloud in remake

"You've failed again I see" ~ Sephiroth to Cloud in remake

"It's just like, when I failed you" ~ Cloud in remake

Man, they sure love to go on and on about Cloud feeling guilty and wanting to be forgiven, about failing and feeling like he's not strong enough, that he can't protect anyone and that he'll fail again in the future....it's ALMOST as if Cloud has other things on his mind that don't have anything to do with his compatibility with Tifa and/or Aerith, it's ALMOST as if these things are central to his character arc. You could even say that these are troubles that have been with him for all his life and have been exasperated by the death of Zack and Aerith and his resulting fake persona. One could even say, that perhaps, just perhaps, CLOUD WOULD STILL HAVE STUFF TO DEAL WITH EVEN IF GEOSTIGMA AND SEPHIROTH HADN'T SHOWN UP IN ADVENT CHILDREN AND THIS IS NOT A GOD DAMN TEENAGE LOVE DRAMA! For the love of all that is holy, if you've ever used this quote to discredit Tifa and Cloud, STOP. Stop making this sorry excuse of a "point", stop linking this quote and thinking it supports Clerith, it doesn't, this is insanity, you are demented. So based on everything I've said, here Is Nojimas quote again, paraphrased by me to steelman its meaning. "Cloud is going through an internal arc, his problems are not just finding a cure for his disease and stopping the remnants and Sephiroth, his real fight is internal, he has to forgive himself".

The quote has nothing to do with Nojima trying to disprove Cloti, and only the most fanatically misguided shippers would ever think otherwise. Shippers are often accused of making everything about romance and when it comes to Cleriths they are right. The idea that Nojima here is just looking at FFVII as a romance story, rather than him addressing the specific events that happen in ACC and OTWAS is childish to the extreme. Cleriths thinking that this quote does them favors only serves as more proof that they simply don't know what they're talking about, this is a childs interpretation of storytelling and anyone agreeing with it should feel a deep sense of shame concerning their own lack of comprehensive reading skills.

[ariseur]

Hii I would like to make a request of "🍰time check on pre-nibelheim Cloud" with 'stay with me til i fall asleep' and 'fake dating', I hope you are comfortable with this and congratulations (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

✧˖° time check!! 🍰 : currently 12am when i’m starting this!

✧˖° edit ; i just realized this said pre nibelheim cloud and i am so sorry i forgot that! i hope this is okay 😭

lazing in bed isn’t so bad, you think. looking up at the ceiling with only the distant ambience of sector 7’s slums outside your curtained window was almost a little soothing to you as you fell in and out of slumber. the lingering pain in your side hurt like hell though — considering you were practically thrown at a wall a day or two ago by one of shinra’s most frustrating creations: a sweeper.

the warm sheets pressed against your back wasn’t much help to the stinging sensation that burrowed into your midriff, only adding to the extensive warmth that was enveloping your body with cool waves of sweat periodically layering itself against your skin. your eyes flit along the darkness of the room, squiggly shapes appearing along your line of sight when you focus on them for too long.

you can’t bring yourself to shift any more along the mattress as you hear the familiar clicking of a doorknob. you assume it’s tifa from how gently the door is opened, maybe coming to bring you a fresh change of bandages or more water that you’d politely decline.

you’re grateful she had let you bunk in this odd room she keeps underneath the bar, a small room for sure, but nonetheless better than bleeding out in the street or in a stuffy medical hut.

but only when you hear the quiet call of your name do your eyes dart to the right, spotting a familiar silhouette of spiked hair and a large buster sword on their back. your ‘boyfriend’, cloud strife. seeing cloud was somehow both difficult and pleasing, an oxymoron in a world where everything felt too simplistic to function. you’re not quite sure why he proposed the idea of the title to you, especially when you guys weren’t technically . . dating.

perhaps another tactic that benefited him in this battle with both the assholes of society, shinra included. or perhaps he just somewhat liked the idea of calling you his girlfriend, although you decided to push that thought far down into the creases of your brain as he approaches you; heavy boots against wood as they made their way towards you.

“you’re still up?” he asks, a monotonous tone that almost sounds deafening against the quietude of the dark bedroom.

“mhm,” you hum, hands clasping as they place themselves on your stomach. he shuffles over to the edge of the bed, placing a small glass filled with water and a small plate of toast on the worn down circular night table next to the bed, the wood lowly creaking with the weight of the objects.

cloud presses his lips into a thin line as he tries to figure out what to say. surely, a ‘boyfriend’ wouldn’t leave his partner possibly writhing in pain while he just walks away and continues on with mindlessly patrolling around seventh heaven right? therefore his mouth opens for another question, perhaps it comes out a bit wary when he says, “how’re you.. feeling?”

you turn your head for what feels like the first time in ages, the side of your cheek pressing against a cool part of the pillow to which you revel in, the foreign fabric refreshing your senses as you look at cloud. “not very well,” you mumble, voice raspy from the lack of use.

“oh,” is all he responds with. it almost looks a little scary, the way he simply just stands there, face invisible due to the fact that the only light illuminating his figure was the sliver of the backlight emerging from the doorway. “do you want me to,” he pauses, “go?”

your eyes stay on him for a moment before eventually upturning to the ceiling, eyes adjusting to the script dimness you’re met with on the roof. the ringing in cloud’s ears become unbearable as you both stay silent for a beat, so thick. so quiet.

you suppose he takes it as a cue to leave as he says nothing more and instead goes to exit the room before you whisper a tiny, “cloud?”

it shouldn’t be surprising, considering with how much mako and how much training it takes to become a soldier much less a mercenary would cause his ears to still perk up. he turns back to look at you, this time giving you a glimpse of three quarters of his face with the deep yellow lighting past the door. you purse your lips, watching the way his eyebrows remain furrowed with his head cocked.

“can you stay?”

“stay?” he parrots.

“until,” you almost stop yourself, halting your words as if you debated with yourself inside of your little head, tugging at the words as you weave them inside your brain before ultimately; you end up just spitting it out. “until i fall asleep, maybe?”

cloud didn’t miss the way the last word fell off into a meek mutter, your face wholly turning to the other side, the darkness of the other side capturing your face as he stands in the doorway. he contemplates for a moment, and you almost regret even asking him to stay. it almost felt a little odd. maybe you were desperate for comfort; or maybe you just needed him.

“i mean, it’s alright if you don’t want to. i get that it’s late—“

“sure,” you’re met with his curt answer, whipping your head back around as you hear soft footsteps advance. “are you sure you don’t need anything?” he asks, navigating around the room blindly in search of a chair to pull.

you manage a meager, ‘mhm’ as you hear a cut off scrape against the floor and see cloud’s silhouette lifting it and walking over to your bedside. he places the object as gently as he can but you can’t help but snicker as it still makes enough noise anyway to which he huffs.

“thanks, cloud.”

“don’t mention it,” he mumbles, sitting down on the wooden seat as he leans back, scooting his hips ever so forward so as to get more comfortable. it’s a difficult view, he must admit, considering he can’t see your face at all and vice versa, but he can’t let your pleas go unheard.

he know he’ll wake up with a kink in his neck from ensuring you get a good night’s sleep even with your hinderance, and he knows that either tifa or marlene would end up running down to check on you in the morning and see the two of you — but for some reason, he doesn’t care.

even when it’s midnight, seeing your head nuzzle into the pillow as your legs shift to a foreign part of the bed in search for a cool spot rather than the sweat barren sheets you’ve already claimed, is merely so refreshing to him.

crap, he thinks. you really do have him wrapped around your finger.

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[rune-writes]

Blissful Serenity

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Word count: 1189

Rating: G

Pairing: Cloud Strife/Tifa Lockhart

Summary: Cloud returns to Tifa's bar and finds her asleep on the table.

Notes: written for @clotiweek 2024 Day 5: Gentle.

Read on AO3.

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Tifa sat, propped on a stool with her head on the bar counter and her arms folded beneath it as cushion, so when Cloud entered the store and the bell jingled, he reached up with his hand to still it. It was only half past ten. While there were still people up and about, the street outside was mostly empty. The lights at the storefront were still on, but the sign had been flipped to ‘CLOSED’. Judging from the kitchen towel loosely held in Tifa’s fingers, she had probably been in the middle of cleaning the counter when she fell asleep. He wished she had locked the store up. He could have used the back door. 

Quietly, Cloud shut the door, gently avoiding the bell so as not to make a sudden noise that would jerk her awake. It still let out a faint tinkle, but nothing more than that. 

Cloud weaved around the cluster of tables and chairs then, once he arrived at the bar counter, placed the grocery bag on the table surface. He looked at her sleeping posture. Tranquil; her shoulders rose and fell in steady rhythms. 

Cloud pulled a chair from under the counter and sat. Then he set his elbow on the table and propped his face on his fist. Then he folded his arm and rested his face side-ways, looking at her. 

The light cast shadows on her face. With each breath she took and every one she exhaled, her long ebony bangs fluttered. He reached up and stroked her hair, attempting to move the stray strands out of the way, but his fingers caught on her forehead, and she stirred. 

Cloud froze as Tifa groaned. She shifted her head in her sleep, her lips smacking quietly in the silence. With bated breath, he watched—waited—until Tifa nestled into the crook of her arms again and her breathing grew steady once more. A half-sigh, half-chuckle escaped Cloud’s mouth. He cocked his head and peered into her face. When he was certain the deep lull of slumber had pulled her under, he carefully slipped his fingers beneath her bangs and moved them out of the way. 

She was beautiful. The thought came unbidden but familiar now. He’d lost count how much it had jumped at him every time he beheld the full view of her profile. It settled in his mind and inside his heart, a puzzle piece finding its snug fit within the chaos of himself. But that night, something felt different. 

Cloud’s eyes traced the lines of her jaw to the smooth contours of her cheek, up the curve of her brows and back to her slightly parted lips. She looked so… serene, so unguarded. On his last visit, Barret had mentioned how Tifa looked different. Cloud hadn’t noticed it but Barret had said how she’d gotten a lot more relaxed.

“Seems the store’s doing you good,” he’d said with a nod. 

She’d smiled, sweet and small, and Cloud hadn’t thought much about it then, but seeing her like this now, he couldn’t help wondering if perhaps Barret was right. If anything, her countenance was devoid of the quiet agitation he would sometimes spot when she thought no one was looking. Her face looked softer now, her posture a tad more peaceful with herself. She had even left the store unlocked while she slept at the bar. Cloud knew she could defend herself should any unsavory people find their way inside, but the thought that she had to defend herself made his blood boil. 

She shouldn’t. She’d gone through so much. From Nibelheim to Midgar and now here, at the edge of what had been the capital of the world’s leading nation, finally finding the place where she could finally be. 

Cloud’s fingers hovered over her face for a split moment before his knuckles touched her pale porcelain skin. Then he paused, waiting for her reaction. She didn’t stir, so, with feather-light strokes, he caressed her cheek. 

She was so soft; so strong; and yet so fragile. 

What had he ever done to deserve her? 

Tifa groaned again, but this time Cloud didn’t still his hand. He watched her eyelids flutter open. Her ruby gaze glazed over before locking sleepily on him. “Cloud?” Her sleep-laden voice murmured. Cloud had to fight off the smile creeping into his face. 

“Good evening, sleepy head. Sorry I’m late.” 

Her own smile bloomed across her features. She closed her eyes again, and he could see that she was savoring the gentle, soothing touch his fingers brought.

“Hey,” he said. “Come on, let’s not sleep out here.”

Tifa responded by reaching up with her hand and slipping her fingers in-between his. She let their intertwined hands drop onto the table counter. “I’m tired,” she mumbled. “Five more minutes.” 

“We still need to clean up and close the shop, put the groceries away.” Her responding moan drew a chuckle out of him. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“No, I won’t.”

He scoffed, light-hearted in manners. Tifa wasn’t sleeping—at least, not yet. Her brows were knitted in a way that told him she was pretending to be asleep. And if not that, then the curve of her lips gave her away. 

Cloud pushed himself off the table then began stroking her head. She seemed to relax even more. 

“Had a long day?” he asked. 

She nodded. “Busy. Customers wouldn’t stop coming.”

“I guess that new pizza recipe really took off.”

Tifa chuckled under her breath. “It was sold out halfway through our rush hour.”

“No wonder you asked me to get more of the stuff. Yuffie made a good marketing manager, huh?” 

At that, Tifa laughed. She finally raised her head and met Cloud’s mirthful gaze across the counter. Sleeping on the side of her face for the past half hour or so had made some strands of her raven hair stick to her cheek and some to her lips. Cloud pried those strands away, then he straightened her bedhead and patted the side of her head for one good measure. As his hand lingered on her face, Tifa leaned into his touch. 

No word could ever properly explain the swelling in Cloud’s heart every time he witnessed her peaceful expression—as though it seemed to say that all was right again in the world. They still had ups and downs and some days could’ve been better, but those mundane trivialities seemed trifling at the face of all they had had endured. God knew how much she had done for him and sacrificed for him and part of him wondered how he could ever pay her back. Perhaps, one day, he could learn how to console her the way she had always consoled him. But until such time came, he would do what he could to make sure her smile never lost its luster. 

He brought her hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. A touch of pink colored Tifa’s cheeks, but her eyes crinkled in delight. 

“Come on,” Cloud said. “Let’s close up for the night so we can rest.”

Tifa nodded. “Sure.” 

~ END ~

[kissami]

☄︎. *. ⋆ PRETTY INSECURITIES •°. *࿐

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

➵ fem!reader with she/her pronouns !

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

Come Inside Of My Heart - IV of Spades

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VOLUME: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇ 100%

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cloud had other plans though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t cry anymore, please.”

She pulled away and cleared her throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[salternateunreality2]

Snippets from a Zack Lives AU - Fighting Sephiroth + Zakkura + The Fairs

From the @strayheartless archives <3

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Aerith and Tifa are especially concerned about both of them. They’re so different from Before and so codependent. Zack can’t walk away from Cloud for more than a few minutes because he’s afraid he’ll fall into a coma again, and Cloud can’t leave Zack for fear that he’ll run off and die.

Zack’s lost a lot of his bouncy puppy energy and replaced it with being on edge and very sharp. Cloud’s lost the sparkle in his eyes and his natural inner spite has turned into a simmering, fear-fueled rage that is ready to burst into a volcano at any moment. Their heroic dreams have changed from “wanting to be a hero” to “refusing to let anyone else they love die”.

—

Mrs. Fair pinching Cloud's cheek while they do the dishes together, telling him to call her Ma.

He freezes.

Zack is aware in an instant, ready to intervene, but doesn’t make it over before Cloud reaches out to Ma Fair, arms asking for a hug. She coos and grabs him, rocking him and holding him so, so tight. He's inconsolable, he misses his Ma so much.

Mrs. Fair is Cloud’s height, so he gets to feel like a little tween again. She rubs behind his ear, the back of his neck, and up and down his back soothingly. His hands dig into her back like claws; she'll have bruises later, but she doesn't care. She knows he doesn't mean it.

Mr. Fair adopts him too, which is hella weird for Cloud, since he's never had a dad. But they get along well enough--Mr. Fair is related to Zack after all.

Mr. Fair is delighted once he realizes that Cloud has the interest and focus for machine work; Zack had interest off and on, but it never lasted, and he never had the focus. Cue many hours of Mr. Fair chattering away while Cloud hums along, or they both work in silence, or sing, while Mrs. Fair and Zack zip around doing other things together very loudly.

The Fairs playing with their new son:

—

They get to Puppet Time with Seph and Zack figures out he can connect to Cloud through his own S-cells, and fights back mentally on Cloud's behalf until he can regain his footing.

Barret doesn’t know what the FUCK is happening, but takes one look at Aerith's pleading face, shakes his head to get rid of the thought of how stupid his next action is going to be, and dives in the deep end to fight SEPHIROTH physically, while Aerith guards the boys, one of whom is screaming in pain and the other of whom is roaring like a lion, both on their knees.

—

Zack and Cloud both get sick and need help from Aerti in the lifestream.

Aerith: Oh hell no, I'm not going to lose you again, Zack Fair!

The girls find them wrapped around each other, melting together into one person in an effort to protect each other, and have to pull them apart in a super painful but necessary way.

[quartzalynlove]

Yours

Pairing: Cloud x fem! Reader

Summary: some of the Sector 7 girls think it's cute to move in on your territory

A/n: why are there literally only 4 Cloud gifs-

While Cloud was out doing jobs for people around the sector, you were out running errands. You had finished your last task, dropping some things off at the bar for Tifa and were on your way home when you saw Cloud on the way. He seemed to be talking to some girl, and you didn't think anything of it until you saw how she was talking to him.

You didn't trust the look on her face or that innocent stance she took. However, you thought you were just acting crazy until you saw it. Cloud was trying to walk away when the girl grabbed his wrist. Once he was in front of her again, she dragged an index finger down his chest.

Your blood became lava inside of your veins. You were hardly in control of your body as you stormed quickly over to Cloud and the girl trying to hit on him. Hardly thinking, you grabbed onto Cloud's arm, only squeezing him a bit.

You spoke to the girl, "Sorry, but he's done for the day." You forced your lips into a smile as you hurried off, tugging on clouds arm.

The girl looked like she was going to protests, but you walked away before her mouth could open. Now, you were walking down the road with Cloud close to you and visible anger radiating from your face.

Cloud was a bit concerned. He had never seen you so angry, and you were grabbing him so tight that it almost hurt. After another second of your firey silence, Cloud gently tried to reclaim his arm.

"Y/N," he called your name gently. "You okay?"

While you didn't respond, your grip did loosen into more of a caress, which Cloud very much enjoyed.

"Babe." He called more sternly.

"I'm fine."

So much irritation dripped from your voice that Cloud knew you were lying. It took him longer than it should have, but it dawned on Cloud the reason you were so upset.

"Babe, is this about that girl back there?"

Your hands tensed over him. "Of course it is, Cloud."

Finally realizing what was going on, Cloud calmed down significantly. You were only jealous, and honestly, it was pretty cute. You clung to him to show everyone in Sector 7 that he belonged to you. Between that and the pout on your face, you fussing over him put butterflies in Cloud's stomach.

"You know I wasn't entertaining her, right?" He looked over at you.

"Yeah, of course I do, but that didn't seem to stop her."

Cloud chuckled to himself before surprising you by leading you over to the side. While he leaned against a wall and you stood in front of him, Cloud took both of your hands.

"Y/N," he said. "You know I'm yours, right?"

Those watercolor eyes pierced into yours with a soft loving gaze as Cloud toyed with your fingers.

"Of course, but—"

He cut you off. "And you know I'll always be yours."

"Yeah, still—"

"I'll admit, you're cute when you're jealous, but you don't have to be."

"I'm not—"

You almost stammered out the rest of your sentence, but you were stopped once again. Instead of Cloud's words, however, they were his lips. He pulled you into him and transferred the rest of his reassurance to you through a loving kiss. One hand cupped your cheek while the other rested on your lower back.

However, then was something you didn't realize. Cloud know exactly what he was doing. He led you to the side of a store just outside the marketplace and in front of the Sector 7 apartments. He knew a few people would see you, but we wanted to relay the message.

Cloud pulled away and looked deep into your eyes. "I know who I belong to."