#reeve tuesti x cloud strife

[sephirthoughts]

Just Like Honey: Chapter 13

Such a Puppy

AU: organized crime, cabaret, sex work

SHIPS: MULTIPLE! rufus/cloud, vincent/cloud, sephiroth/cloud, reeve/cloud, rufus/cloud/tseng, zack/cloud, cloud/other characters as clients because that's his job, weiss/nero, background aerti

RATING: EXPLICIT, no minors allowed, 18+, minors DNI

WARNINGS: violence, sex workers, prostitution

Zakku: hi cloud! sorry i haven’t called but i was doing a thing i can’t tell you about for work. anyway i’m back now and i was hoping to see you soon.

Zakku: i was thinking food and a movie or something? no pressure. just let me know when you’re free!

Zakku: ps kunsel says hi too! [.img]

The attached image was a selfie of his black-haired SOLDIER friend (whose name Cloud had since abbreviated to Zakku in his contacts), with the purple-uniformed one in the face covering helmet, both grinning and giving peace signs.

It was fortunate for Zack that he’d sent the picture, with the text, because Cloud had almost forgotten how hot the guy was. That certainly would have motivated him to respond right away, too, but he was just walking in the door of the Honeybee, and hadn’t even been to his room, to put his luggage down.

He ignored his phone for the moment, returning a few cheerful greetings, as he made his way up to his room. When he got there, he shut the door behind him and fell face-first into his bed. It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed himself in Wutai, with Vincent, there was just something about being alone, in his own room, that he badly needed, after so much time being ‘on’.

After he’d laid there recharging for a while, he kicked off his boots and began scrolling through the rest of his many, many messages. Tseng (for Rufus) and Reeve had both made appointments already, and Vincent wanted him to know he’d be at the show Saturday. There were about forty more, from regular clients, and also a calendar alert from Aerith, with a schedule of his booked sessions. This was going to be a busy couple of weeks.

Just then, there was a knock on his door, and one of the bellhops called out to let him know Andrea wanted him in the theater, right away. Cloud shouted back that he’d be down in a minute, then pouted to himself. Yes, he’d technically been on vacation for the past week, but it’s not as if he’d rested all that much. Damn that old man’s demonic sex drive.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think I need a vacation from Vincent,” he sighed, as he pulled his boots back on.

A few minutes later, Andrea Rhodea found himself being faced down by his two headliners, who had their hands on their narrow hips and expressions of extreme indignation on their equally beautiful, but diametrically opposite faces.  

“You want us to what?!” they demanded, in unison, which was ironic, considering what they were angry about.

“Listen, darlings, I know you’ve had your differences, but this is the only way to enter the upper city with the big splash the Honeybee needs,” Andrea reasoned.

“I don’t do tandem,” Nero sneered. “He’ll just get in my way.”

“I hate to agree with Nero, but I don’t understand how we’re supposed to perform together,” Cloud put in. “We don’t even do the same type of gymnastics. You can’t actually expect one of us to learn the other’s discipline, in three weeks. That’s not possible.”

Nero gave a derisive laugh. “Maybe for you. I learned yours in four days.”

“What?” Cloud demanded. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“When Nero covered your Saturday show, he…performed your routine,” Andrea answered, looking uncomfortable.

Cloud’s eyes flashed with anger as he turned on Nero. “That routine belongs to me! I don’t want you ruining my reputation, by fucking it up in front of my audience!”

Nero tossed his black hair. “I think what you’re really worried about is that I’ll ruin your reputation by doing it better than you. Which I did.”

“Andrea!” Cloud said, appealing vaguely to their boss.

“I didn’t authorize it. Nero took the initiative to do it on his own,” Andrea explained. “And while it wasn’t what I would call better, it was very good. That at least shows that he can learn quickly enough for the two of you to perform together, for the audition. Which you will be doing. So I suggest you get used to it. I want you both on stage, ready to start working on a new routine, first thing in the morning.”

There was a lot more arguing, pleading, and bargaining, along with a heavy dose of sniping, between Cloud and Nero, but Andrea stood firm, and eventually, the two dancers had no choice but to go away and stew about it.

The session in the morning (Honeybee morning, which meant noon) was more of the same, and nothing worth mentioning was accomplished. The next day's session went slightly better, but the one the day after that was a regression toward the mean. They butted heads about costuming and stage design, couldn’t agree on anything, insulted each other about sixty times, and wound up giving Andrea such a headache, that he ended the meeting an hour early and went back to his office, presumably to rethink his life choices.

When Cloud suggested they keep working, Nero rolled his eyes and walked away, which was just fine with Cloud. Not even pretending to be dissatisfied with getting out of that unpleasant task, for the day, he quickly escaped to the bao place and treated himself to a basket, while he worked on returning some of his messages.

First, he sent one to Vincent, thanking him again for the lovely trip, telling him to send Cid his best regards, and reminding him to update him, if he found out how the queen ‘dealt with’ the princess. Next, he sent one to Reeve, saying he was looking forward to seeing him soon, and asking if he should wear anything specific.

Finally, he sent one to Tseng, saying there was no need for President Shinra to send a helicopter, since they’d actually made an appointment in advance, like adults, and thus he would have plenty of time to get there, on his own. Tseng replied with a middle finger emoji. His work messages now taken care of, Cloud replied to Zack.

Strife: movie and food sounds good. you free tonight?

He didn’t expect to get a message back right away, but the phone vibrated before he’d even set it down.

Zakku: awesome! yeah i’m free! anything you like or don’t like eating?

Strife: you pick. something casual though i don’t want to dress up

Zakku: got it i know just the place! what kind of movies you like?

Strife: anything but weepy melodramas

Zakku: the cinema in the tower is always playing all kinds of stuff. let’s just choose one when we get there. should i come pick you up?

Strife: no i live in sector 6. i’ll take the train up just tell me when

Zakku: oh why didn’t you say so? i can meet you down there instead if you want. there’s a lot to do in the undercity too!

Strife: i’d rather go up. i’m kind of sick of everything down here

Zakku: cool! that means i can still take you to that place to eat. tower entrance at 2100?

Strife: i’ll be there

SOLDIER First Class Zack Fair was a genuinely upbeat and optimistic person. He was well-adjusted, had loving and supportive parents, and despite being generally aware of his strength, good looks, and high status, he was not vain. Instead, he had a rare healthy balance of humility and self-confidence.

However, the moment he caught sight of the little, spiky-haired blonde, striding purposefully across the square, to meet him, all of that flew out the window, and he immediately felt ungainly and out of his depth.

Zack had courted and been courted by extremely attractive people of all genders, but none even came close to comparing with the tiny, freckled blonde, with the sharp blue eyes and even sharper tongue. He’d simply never met anyone like Cloud Strife.

He was small and slender, and so beautiful, it made Zack’s chest feel tight and achy. But there was also something indefinable about him, too. A kind of strength that couldn’t be measured in weight lifted or fights won. A kind of grace that came with near-perfect mastery of oneself. He couldn’t help being fascinated.

In anticipation of their date, and because he was a naturally conscientious person, Zack had been at the entrance to Shinra Tower, at nine o’clock sharp, just like they’d agreed. As a result, he waited for Cloud for fifteen minutes, but Cloud was at the mercy of the train, so Zack had expected a bit of delay.

“Hey, Cloud!” he said brightly, when the young man approached. “Thanks for meeting me. I hope the ride up was ok.”

“Sorry I’m late,” Cloud replied, less brightly. “The train, you know.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m just glad it got you here as fast as it did. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Always,” Cloud smiled, already beginning to loosen up, under the influence of Zack’s warm and easygoing aura.

The ‘place’ Zack had talked about was on Loveless Avenue, but a bit off the main drag, on a side street. When he saw that it was a bar style mini-restaurant, with only four stools for seating, and was operated by one very old Gongagan man, Cloud knew he was in for some amazing food.

They wound up getting okonomiyaki and omuraisu to share, along with two full orders of takoyaki, for which the place was apparently quite renowned. Zack and the old man bantered back and forth, while they watched him cook, and another couple soon arrived and took the other two seats, so the atmosphere was lively and convivial.

The food was perfect, especially for the brisk weather, being hot and hearty homestyle fare. Cloud was full before he was even halfway through his own half, but Zack was more than happy to pick up his slack, and even looked as if he could stand to eat a bit more.

When they were finished eating, Cloud didn’t insult Zack and make things awkward by pretending he was going to pay for himself. He merely bowed his appreciation to the old man, and then thanked Zack sweetly for the meal, as they departed. He could tell Zack was impressed, with this basic bit of etiquette, which made him smile inwardly. As a professional, he at least knew how to behave himself on a date.

When they got to the cinema, in the Midgaria Mall, there were three movies to choose from, that were currently seating. It was between Meet Cute II: Whole Latte Love, Sayonara my Samurai, and Mega-Bahamut vs. Ultra-Behemoth. The correct choice was obvious, to anyone with two brain cells to rub together.  

“Concessions?” Cloud asked.

“Hell yeah! Popcorn, hot dogs, slushies, candy!” Zack said eagerly.

“You just ate half a truckload of takoyaki. Are you seriously still hungry?” Cloud laughed, poking his (flawless washboard) stomach.

“It’s the SOLDIER treatment, man,” Zack pleaded, as he defended his midsection. “We need like, three times as much food as a regular person of equivalent body mass.”

“Is that true?”

“Yep. That’s why our meals are subsidized,” Zack said gravely. “They can’t pay us enough to feed ourselves.”

“Ok, now I know you’re bullshitting. Hurry up and get your snacks. We’re gonna miss the exposition, and then how will we follow the plot?”

Snacks were duly gotten, and they even managed to find seats without some tall jackass in a hat sitting in front of Cloud, which was an extremely noteworthy occurrence and absolutely worth mentioning, as any petitely inclined person can attest.

“What did you think?” Cloud asked, as they strolled out of the theater, at the end of the studio-approved two hours and eleven minutes.

“Eh, it was alright,” Zack shrugged. “I just wish the CGI didn’t look so fake. The first Meet Cute was better.”

“Yeah, the quality really tanked. So much for the Meet Cute-iverse.”

“So, um. You want to get going, or do you maybe…want to hang out at my place?”

Cloud made a doubtful face. “Don’t you live in like, barracks, or something?”

“Nope. Firsts get our own apartments. Nothing too fancy, but they’re way nicer than the dorms the Seconds and Thirds have to live in. And you don’t even want to know how the troopers live.”

“Alright, sure. I’d love to see your place.”

Zack’s apartment was on the secure 60th floor of Shinra Tower, in a quiet low-lit hallway, with brass numbers on the doors, of which there were only four. Inside, the apartment was astonishingly spacious, but otherwise, very much a young, single man’s living space.

In the living room, there was a huge flatscreen, several different game consoles, and various controllers, sitting all over the cabinet below the television. The coffee table was strewn with what appeared to be training manuals, and a few tech magazines. On one wall, there were posters from martial arts movies and bands, and on the other, a single, ten-foot-tall poster, featuring the world-famous First SOLDIER, Genesis Rhapsodos.

Cloud wasn’t going to ask about it, but it occurred to him that Zack might actually know the elusive, stunningly beautiful war hero, whose valiant and highly publicized deeds of heroism continually sent the entirety of Midgar into paroxysms of Pro-Shinra fervor. If the man was Zack’s friend, it seemed a little weird to have a poster of him on the wall.

“Uh, haha. Genesis hung that up,” Zack said, seeing Cloud looking at it. “He said it’s for inspiration. And also that if I take it down, he’ll make me do seven-thousand squats.”

“You two are friends, then?” Cloud said, trying to sound casual.

“Well. Yeah,” Zack laughed. “There are only three Firsts. We’ve all worked together for years.”

“Who’s the other one?”

“Angeal Hewley. He’s my mentor.”

“Why haven’t I heard of him? Or you, for that matter.”

“Shinra doesn’t want us in the spotlight. Genesis is the face of the program, so they direct all the publicity toward him.”

“That doesn’t seem fair to you two.”

Zack shook his head. “It’s not fair to Genesis. Angeal and me get to just do our jobs and live our lives. The whole world watches every single thing he does. People talk about him all the time, like they know him and have a right to have opinions about his work, and even his personal life. It’s pretty hard on him.”

“I’m glad he has a friend like you, then. You seem to care about him a lot.”

“I’d do anything for either of those two,” Zack said fervently. “They’re my best friends in the world.”

Cloud went over to the far wall, which was just a massive window, looking out over the city lights and the eerie-green glow of the reactors. It wasn’t as high up as Reeve’s office or penthouse, or anywhere near the president’s rooftop office, but it was still on the 60th floor, which wasn’t bad at all.

“Awesome view, isn’t it?” Zack said proudly.

Cloud nodded. “I live on the third floor of a tiny building. My window just looks out over the dirty street. It has a fire escape, though. The neighborhood cats like to sleep on it, when it’s warm out.”

“Aw, man. I wish I could have a cat.”

“You can’t?”

“No pets allowed on the SOLDIER floors. Probably better, anyway. I’m gone so much, I’d have to get a pet-sitter all the time. Poor thing would probably forget me.”

Cloud looked up at him. They were standing very close together, now. “What color were your eyes, before you were a SOLDIER?”

Zack smiled and leaned even closer. “You can’t guess?”

“Hm…grey?”

“Nope. Boring old brown, like everyone in Gongaga.”

“No one has brown eyes, in Nibelheim. I guess that’s why I’ve always liked them the best.”

“You don’t like my eyes how they are, now?”

“I do, in fact. They’re the first thing I noticed, about you. I mean, after the huge sword.”

Zack’s hands were sneakily slipping around his waist, so Cloud hooked a finger into the waistband of his pants and pulled him the rest of the way into a kiss. What a kiss. Goddess. Zack was devastatingly good at it. Gentle and tender at first, then increasingly heated and playful. Cloud could practically see his tail wagging, when he carried him to his bedroom and pounced on him.

“You want to be on top, or you want me to be?” he asked, as he peeled off Cloud’s underwear.

“You top.”

“Cool. If you ever feel like changing it up, just say the word,” Zack grinned. “I'm a switch-hitter.”

While he was saying this, he skinned out of his own underwear, and his big, gorgeous dick bounced free. Dicks did tend to be rather buoyant, in that state, but Cloud could have sworn there was an extra measure of spritely springiness to it, reflective of its owner’s personality.  

They started face-to-face, and Cloud couldn’t keep his eyes or his hands off Zack’s cut-marble pecs and abs. Even without the waist armor and pauldrons to enhance it, he had the perfect, inverse-triangle body shape, so iconic to Shinra’s elite SOLDIERs.

“C—Cloud…fuck. You feel so good, baby,” Zack panted, pushing his thighs higher and wider, as he rocked into him. “I want to fuck you hard. Can I?”

Cloud nodded, biting his bottom lip eagerly.

Naturally, Zack was as good as his word, and fucked him hard. Not like a wild beast like Vincent, and certainly not with Sephiroth’s savage precision. And a lot less emotional and intense than Reeve. His energy was more like…a puppy, to be honest. Enthusiastic, mischievous, and absolutely relentless.

Fortunately for Cloud, however, SOLDIER stamina was impressive, but it wasn’t quite demonic. Cloud was extremely athletic himself, and thus had no trouble keeping up with Zack, in that regard. He was also sure he had never laughed and talked this much during sex, in his life. They were romping around together, purely for the joy of it. Sex was fun, and it should be.

Zack, well-behaved puppy that he was, politely pulled out and came on Cloud’s back or belly, every time, without having to be asked. He even went and got him a damp towel and a bottle of water, when they'd finished.

“Cloud…ah. How do I even say this,” he said, when they were lounging around in bed, afterward. “I really like you. Like, a lot. You’re so cool and beautiful and fun to be with. I can’t even tell you how amazing you are. I’d like to keep doing this, if you’re into it. But I owe it to you to be up front, and tell you that I can’t be, like…reliable. I go away on missions without warning, all the time, and I’ll never be able to tell you when, or where, or for how long. I might get hurt, or even die. And no matter how much I like you…my job has to come first.”

Cloud suppressed a smile. “Zack. Are you trying to tell me you can’t be my boyfriend?”

Zack looked painfully awkward. “Uh…”

“It’s ok,” Cloud laughed, coming to his rescue. “You wouldn’t want to be my boyfriend anyway, trust me. I can’t tell you about what I do, either. And my job comes first, too. We’re kind of in the same boat.”

“Didn’t you say service industry? I thought you worked at a café, or something,” Zack said, squinting at him.

Cloud arched an eyebrow. “Do you really think I work at a café, looking like this?”

“Well. Not when you say it like that, I don’t.”

“The point is, we can’t be boyfriends. But I like you and you like me. What should we do about that?”

“I guess…we should just have a good time together, when we can? And not worry about it too much?”

Cloud was so relieved to have this understanding between them arranged so easily, he very nearly teared up. “I’d like that a lot.”

“You still want to spend the night, though, right?”

“You think I’d rather ride the train to the undercity, at three in the morning?”

Much to Cloud’s amusement, Zack was a perfect gentleman in every respect, letting him shower first, giving him an (oversized) set of pajamas to wear, and even running downstairs to the all-night drugstore, to buy him a toothbrush. When they got into bed, the giant puppy wrapped his big arms around Cloud, nuzzled into the back of his neck, and instantly fell asleep. It was disgustingly adorable.

When Cloud woke up, apparently alone, in a strange place and with a painfully stiff dick, it took his brain a moment to catch up, because it was attempting to comprehend why he was wearing pajamas, and why in the name of Odin an adult human being’s bed would be covered in blue jersey sheets.

Then he recalled that this was his big puppy’s place, and there was no accounting for the taste of males in their twenties, when left to their own devices. A cursory search revealed that the puppy in question was indeed, not in residence, but Cloud did find a message on his phone.

Zakku: sorry to bail on you like that. got called up for a mission. told ya it happens a lot. 😕 i don’t have much there except cereal but help yourself to whatever and stay as long as you want. i’ll call you as soon as i get back! 💙 

Zakku: ps the door auto-locks and i won’t be back for at least a week so don’t forget anything when you go! 😄

Ugh. He was so fucking sweet and earnest, it made Cloud’s teeth ache. How could a person like Zack possibly be one of Shinra’s elite war machines? SOLDIERs First Class were supposedly human atom-bombs, sent in to destroy large numbers of enemies—be they monsters, automata, human beings, or otherwise—when things were too dangerous for the regular military.

Cloud glanced at the copper-haired hero in the poster, on his way out. It seemed like those things were too much for even the top level SOLDIERs to handle, sometimes. People said Genesis Rhapsodos was the greatest warrior the Planet had ever known, and that there had still been times when even he barely survived whatever hell Shinra sent him into.

An image flashed unbidden before Cloud’s eyes, of kind, thoughtful, cheerful Zack, in a war zone, with smoke and carnage all around. Under heavy fire. Covered in blood. Fighting for his life. Possibly even losing that fight. His throat constricted and his eyes stung with threatened tears.

Ok, no more of that. He shook himself and pushed those maudlin thoughts away. Sure, he liked this guy, but there was no sense worrying about what might or might not happen to him, in the future. Cloud’s work wasn’t exactly safe, either. All they could do was make their choices and take their chances, just like everyone else.

He was so wrapped up in his meditations, he hardly glanced at the group of white-coated scientists, who got on the elevator on the next floor. He just pressed himself into the corner, like usual, and kept his hood up and his head down. The elevator lurched, a little, as it started moving again, and Cloud gave a jolt, at a sudden, sharp prick, in his upper arm.

“What the fuck!” he said, grabbing it reflexively as he looked up.

One of the scientists was facing him, drawing his thin, gnarled hand back. In it, was one of those auto-injector syringes. It was that fucking weirdo with the round glasses! The one who lanced his finger in that lab, the first time he was here!

“You again! What the hell did you…you do to…me…” Cloud’s words slurred together as a wave of nausea swept over him, and his vision began to tilt sideways.

“We meet again, Nibelheim,” glasses-weirdo said, pushing up his weirdo glasses, with a positively reptilian smile. “I’ve been attempting to entice you to stop by the lab for a while, my boy. You’re a bit more slippery than I expected.”

Cloud tried to swing a fist at the bastard, but his arm wouldn’t go. His head weighed about eight tons and his legs had turned into cooked pasta. He staggered forward and would have collapsed on the man, but two of the other scientists caught him by the arms and held him upright.

Glasses-weirdo looked extremely pleased, which did not seem to bode well for anyone not interested in being vivisected. “Well, no matter. You’re here now. Take him to Exam-B. I’ll be in shortly. Full restraints and mako sedation.”

Mako sedation? What the fuck? Cloud’s whirling brain didn’t think that sounded very good, but he couldn’t make his mouth open, to object.

“But, professor, he’s a civilian!” a scientist objected, for him. “Surely…excessive for…like this.”

Cloud struggled to understand what she was saying, but their voices were fading in and out and becoming increasingly garbled, as his grasp on consciousness began to slip.

“Ha!” glasses-weirdo cawed. “Underestimate…at your…my specimen…as you’re told!”

Whatever the other scientist’s reply was, Cloud never knew. The cold, sticky, heaviness of the poison had crawled up his spine and poured into his head like sludge, sucking him down into unconsciousness. But he thought he saw something, as the blackness closed over his eyes. It was a face. A face from a photograph someone had shown him…

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY 

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING ELSE TO SAY the correct choice was Mega-Bahamut vs. Ultra-Behemoth

[demialwrites]

FF7 x Reader

Annoying things about being in a relationship with them

Rufus Shinra

He knows how to clean surprisingly decently because of his time confined to Turk HQ in Before Crisis but stubbornly refuses to do certain things. It's 'beneath him'

Even if you're on birth control or otherwise can't get pregnant, it doesn't matter. He's wearing a condom and how dare you suggest otherwise

He takes up all the space in the closet because of all the layers he insists on wearing

He insists on taking his dog everywhere, even if you explain it terrifies some people. For example: your poor parents

Rude

There's a third wheel in this relationship and his name starts with a Re and ends with a No

Rude is very romantic. However, he only barely has time so his gestures happen spontaneously and it's hard to plan around his schedule

Often comes home with injuries and you're the one who has to patch him up and worry about him. He doesn't worry about himself

He prefers to show not tell. You have to learn how to read him with a glance

Reno

There's a third wheel in this relationship and his name is Rude

His insecurity randomly spikes and he gets mega jealous, sometimes with threats at the offending party

Very loud. All the time

Gets broody about things he has to do at work and sometimes nothing you do will help

Gets whiney when you don't have the stamina to have sex all damned night

Cloud

Cannot communicate his needs. Does not know what his needs are. WHAT ARE NEEDS?

Everyone flirts with him but if you try to talk to him about it, he never noticed the flirting in the first place

Sometimes cute animals follow him home and oops, one day you have seven cats, fifteen chickens, four dogs, several chocobos, and one of those giant elephant fiends because it was injured and alone. You didn't sign up to live at a zoo but here you are, shoveling elephant shit every day

Occasionally, one of his hair spikes stab you straight in the eye when he's being the little spoon

Barret

Thinks he can fix everything himself when sometimes you just need him to listen

Like Reno, Barret can be quite loud. If you like peace, sometimes you have to take some space. It makes the big guy sad

Not very detail-oriented. Leaves little things like ammo all over the garage/shed floor and small bits of trash all over the house. He meant to pick it up, honest!

Occasionally breaks the bed

Tseng

You can't be spontaneous for shit because he anticipates everything

He has certain cleaning standards but he doesn't always tell you. He just redoes it himself

Must be the one to clean and iron his suit himself or he will get annoyed

His handwriting is annoyingly perfect and it makes you feel bad about your chicken scratch

Elena

Puts herself in danger way too often. She doesn't understand your horrified reaction to her story of how she jumped out of a helicopter onto a moving dune buggy in the middle of the Corel desert

It can be hard to tell if she's actually angry or just venting

You know more about her work than is probably safe for you

Too spontaneous. She sometimes makes important decisions without consulting you first

Reeve

Main bad habit: he is a workaholic

Sometimes puts others needs before yours. He's just trying to help

Doesn't take good care of his health

Uses the sad puppy eyes to get out of arguments more often than he should

Sometimes leaves spare cait siths and his parts all over the living room

[mynameiskan]

My present for my bestie: Christmas 2024 with RudeReno in Highschool AU - The scarf. (read from right to left)

Masterpost for Christmas 2024.

I would love to read your comments about this doujinshi 😊 Use #Shinra Highschool to see more contents of my FF7 high school AU.

I plan to post this in the evening but I have a shift today. Thus, I have to post this a little bit earlier.

I plan to draw for Tserith and Rufus x Cloud too. I want to see them in this high school au so badly.

If you cannot read or see well any part of the doujinshi, feel free to comment. I used only my pencil to draw so the image quality may not be good.

[catboyidia]

can you do something with your fav ships where one of them is sick and the other is taking care of them? E.g when a is sick b does this and when b is sick a does this

thanks in advance! Have a lovely day

- zakkura: when zack is sick, cloud pulls out every weird trick imaginable that he learned from his mom, its all batshit crazy stuff that like no one would think of, but for some reason works? and otherwise he tries to take care of zack as best as he can but he’s not great at anything other than weird small town remedies. and when cloud is sick, zack is also sick because zack will be all over cloud, cuddling and doting on him to make him feel better emotionally, and he probably just hopes the power of his love will make cloud better

- asg: when angeal and/or sephiroth is sick, genesis will probably make the best chicken noodle soup anyone has ever tasted for them, but otherwise he’s pretty useless… when sephiroth/genesis is sick, angeal tries his best, he makes sure they take medicine on time, he makes sure they eat anything they can hold down, and he’s smart enough to maintain some distance as well so he doesn’t get sick! and when gen/angeal is sick, sephiroth will do absolutely anything to make them feel better in any way possible! and he doesn’t care much about getting sick from either of them, so he doesn’t hesitate to lay in the bed with both of them, holding them and providing warmth for as long as they need

- aerti: when one of them is sick, they are both sick because they both just try to be as lovey dovey and caring for each other as possible, and despite them both being sick they still try to care for eachother more than themselves

- tsengru: when rufus is sick, he refuses to show it, he taught himself to never show his weaknesses, but tseng can notice all the subtle differences and tseng will force rufus to let himself be sick and tseng will take damn good care of rufus! when tseng is sick, rufus would bring out the best doctor in all of midgar, even if its just a simple common cold, because he wants to make damn sure tseng is okay

- renorude: when rude is sick, reno likes to pretend like rude is dying and be super overdramatic and vice versa

- tuestine: when reeve is sick, vincent is just the most unexpectedly caring and loving, even if he doesn’t show it, he’ll force reeve to relax and he’ll keep reeve all bundled up and cozy! and when vincent is sick, reeve will be worried sick, he’ll be all over vincent, holding him and keeping a close watch to make sure vincent is okay, he’ll care for vincent more than he cares for himself

[lassie719]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54297907/chapters/137514679

The end of Vincent Valentine Week 2024 doesn't mean the end of Vincent Valentine content, dear readers and potential readers! I am proud to announce the completion of "Second Chance," the Reevince slowburn installment in my series I Need Something More. An angst-ridden Reevince threequel will be rounding out the trilogy soon.

[seven7thheaven]

welcome to seven(7)th heaven

howdy howdy yall! my name is rexxie, i'm twenty five years old, i'm an afab nonbinary ace lesbian and this is my blog for my final fantasy seven content.

i have played through the original game several times and have played the first part of the remake.

my ask box is open if you want to hear my thoughts on certain events, want me to write an imagine, headcanon or have a request. please do not send me a chat message unless we know each other.

i write x reader content as well as x original ocs (of my own - i won't butcher your oc's characterization).

byf. masterlist. ocs.

CHARACTERS WILL I WRITE FOR . . .

cloud strife

tifa lockhart

barret wallace

aerith gainsborough

vincent valentine

yuffie kisaragi (i will not write sexual content for her)

jessie rasberry

biggs

wedge

reno

rude

tseng

elena

sephiroth

reeve tuesti

CHARACTERS I WON'T WRITE FOR . . .

rufus shinra (as of right now; this may change in the future)

professor hojo

president shinra

marlene

dyne

CONTENT I WILL WRITE . . .

fluff

angst

smut

light bdsm (bondage, spanking, domination)

breeding/impregnation

female and gender neutral reader

named and unnamed female or gender neutral reader

light au/crossover headcanons (ie. avalanche's starter pokemon)

menstrual sex

pegging

CONTENT I WILL NOT WRITE . . .

abuse in any fashion or context

scat/watersports/vomit

dubcon/sa

paedophilia (adult/minor grooming)

kidnapping

vore

breathplay

ddlg/sexualized age regression

self harm/suicidal gestures

male/male content

sexual furry/scaly

yandere

please be aware that this blog may contain spoilers for the original final fantasy seven game as well as part one of the remake.

[howlingday]

(Jaune Strife AU) Uncle Vincent decided to stop by and he terrifies everyone. Everyone except the Arcs, even little Adrian is chill with the half-vampire adopted relative. Terra just thinks her in-laws are weird like that.

"Sorry I'm late." Jaune huffed as he passed through the doors.

"About time you got here, kid." Uncle Barret chuckled. "Any later, and he would have grown up on ya!"

"Oh, be nice!" Tifa slugged Barret in the arm. "Jaune, we're glad you made it."

"Yeah!" Aunt Yuffie nodded. "Besides, it's not like the little guy was going anywhere."

"Especially not with how tall, dark, and creepy is holding him." Cid gruffed.

Jaune looked to where his sister and her wife sat at a booth, with his Uncle Vincent sitting between them. In his arms lay a chubby baby who seemed to be watching the pale male with interest.

"Coochie-coo." Uncle Vincent cooed, wiggling his clawed finger at the babe.

"Be careful, Uncle Vincent." Saphron worried.

"He's fine, Saph." Terra waved. "I'm sure your uncle know how to hold a baby."

"When will it be my turn?" Red XIII asked from the other side of the table.

"Uh, well..." Terra scratched her cheek, unsure of how to answer the question.

"So, how's it feel to a grandpa, Cloud?" Uncle Reeves asked, holding a stuffed toy in his arms.

"Not bad." Cloud replied. "Never really thought I'd make it this far, though, having my own kids with their own kids."

Jaune walked up to the table, where his sister and sister-in-law looked to him. He smiled and waved at them, and they all gasped at what happened. The baby reached out with his tiny hands and waved back.

"H-Hi there, uh..." Jaune continued to wave as his face flushed. "What's his name?"

"Adrian." Tifa answered behind her son. "Adrian Cotta-Arc-Strife."

"Kind of a mouthful." Jaune chuckled. "I'll just call him Adrian."

"Well, that is his name." Terra giggled.

Adrian giggled, too, and Jaune felt his heart melt.

[queen-yalo]

FF VII | Headcanons | Dancing

Request: (im gonna make a request that is SO self-indulgent....) can you give me some hcs about angeal, reeve and cloud, and how their first dance with their s/o goes? as in, when does it happen, who initiates it, how good are they - that kind of thing? 🥺 bonus points if reader is super enthusiastic about dancing but isn't really very good at it lmao. chu chuuuu, u know who this is 🥰 [Anon]

A/N: First request since... a year at least. Let's do this! Hope you enjoy! ♥

Pairing(s): Angeal Hewley x reader; Cloud Strife x reader; Reeve Tuesti x reader

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[YOUR SONG: Take Me To Church - Hozier]

• Angeal is a surprisingly good dancer. He does not follow any 'dance-ettiquette' or anything. What for? He would never dance at official events / gatherings - only in secret, away from prying eyes.

• That is probably how your first dance happened. Somewhere secluded, on a meadow, under the moonlight. It was your anniversary, and Angeal promised you a dinner under the stars - quite literally.

• It was not planned; at one point you just found yourself in his arms, swaying to a melody silent to the ear. Surrounded by a soft breeze and the sound of crickets filling the night air, the grass underneath tickling your naked feet. It was a little forced and unsual at first, but you two quickly found a comfortable pace and rhythm. Dancing may not be his strongest ability, but it is by no means uncomfortable to dance with him - quite the opposite. He holds you gently, his arms wrapped around your waist loosely, as yours settled around his shoulders, your head resting on his chest. His heart beat faster than usual - he was nervous, but he would never admit that.

• Angeal knows that you two cannot enjoy as much time together, as you would like to. Of course, you understood - his job was demanding, dangerous, fast-pacing. That was exactly the reason why you cherished moments like these so much - moments where you were not talking to Shinra's SOLDIER, but to your partner and lover.

• He is a man of few words, but he does not need to say much. You can feel his emotions, his affection towards you. The way he holds you, how he buries his nose in your hair gently and leaves gentle kisses on the top of your head; he would marry you in a heartbeat if he could. But as long as that is not possible, he will make sure to show you how much he loves you every single day you are with him.

[YOUR SONG: Lay Me Down - Sam Smith]

• Oh, this precious shy boy. He wants to dance with you so badly - he knows how much you enjoy dancing. But what can he do? He has never danced in his life before. He asked Tifa for help, but she just said "to roll with it" - very helpful, thanks a lot.

• You could swear that you had never seen Cloud blush more than when he asked you to dance. It was after dinner in your apartment. You had made his favorite again - and it was delicious, as usual. And now... he wanted to give something back to you. You always did something for him, you always made sure he was alright and happy - and he knew it was time to step up.

• At first you thought he was joking - but then you saw the determination in his eyes. You smiled brightly, quickly putting on some soft music. Your furniture was pushed to the sides hastily - and then you two found yourselves in the middle of the room, staring into each other's eyes.

• It took a moment until you finally moved, taking his hands gently, and pulling him into a slow circling motion. You did not think it was possible, but at this point his blush became even deeper; you just had to close the distance and peck his cheek gently. "Relax, Cloud," you smile, placing one of his hands on your waist, holding the other one in yours, "we will learn together."

• It took a while, but eventually Cloud got more comfortable. Your feet and heads still bumped every now and then; it was part of the moment, the memory that was made. It was fun and romantic - and more than you ever could have asked for. You just hoped that it was not the first and last time you two danced together.

[YOUR SONG: Can't Help Falling In Love - Haley Reinhart]

• Shinra's annual ball for staff members and business partners - and you were trapped right in the middle of it. Of course you were happy to support Reeve, your partner and fiancée; that did not mean that you enjoyed the presence of arrogant and greasy rich people, and thanks to President Shinra there were a lot of them around.

• On the other hand, there were also a lot of very nice people - among them Reeve. Every now and then, you heard his voice through the masses, his laughter above everyone else's; how he still managed to make you feel like a child with a crush was a mystery to you. He had wandered off a few minutes earlier to talk with a few partners - or so he had said.

• It had been a lie. So you realized, when suddenly the orchestra stopped playing for a moment, until it started a new song that you knew very well. It was your song, Reeve's and yours. The song that played on your first date at the restaurant, the song that played during your first kiss and the proposal.

• Reeve smiled softly as he approached you, bowing slightly, like the true gentleman he was. "May I have this dance?" His voice was soft and warm; how could you have refused him? "When I first met you, I asked you to go dancing with me. I realized we had not done that yet."

• You giggled slightly, hiding your face in his chest, as he elegantly led you over the dance floor, somehow avoiding the other dancing couples along the way. You didn't need to worry; he was an excellent dancer. Leading firmly, yet gently - it was a true pleasure. After every turn, he pulled you back in carefully, holding onto you without pressure, but like his life depended on it; he did not want to let you go so soon. And he knew he did not have to. After all, you had agreed to marry him - and you were ready to experience many more first times with him.

[rauhallinen-hauki]

(edit: turns out that as of the time of posting this I'm actually early-misread june as july- but we can celebrate Barret and ff7 on this blog everyday anyway so its ok :) )

Sorry for being so incredibly late! romancingbarretweek 2022, prompts by @romancingbarret

july 3 - post-game -Barret x Cid: vacation at costa del sol after the main saving the world adventure is over.

july 4 - fighting side by side - Cloud x Barret x Aerith

july 5 - co-parenting|Marlene - Bareeve: the idea of bringing an actual "Caith Sith" to the team is brought up and approved. Marlene discovers the joy of owning a cat.

july 6 - hurt/comfort|hometown - Barrifa: venting conversation about their shared traumas involving their

hometowns being destroyed, somewhere in the valleys near Nibelheim and Corel.

july 7 - relaxing - Clarret: taking a nap together

july 8 - AU|canon-divergence - Barrifa: FF7 retold as an spaghetti western au

july 9 - free day- Barret x Cid: dancing :)

Once again, sorry for the delay but hopefully my love for Barret and FF7 shows trough. Thanks a lot for this event!

[ticklishcicada]

halloween party in sector 7 wooooo!!!!! Everyones invited!!!!

[agrinsosardonic]

WOO CHAPTER 30!!!

Song Theme for Chapter 30- Bullet with Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins

He made a noise in his throat- a cross between a laugh and a growl- that rumbled through his chest pressed against mine. And before I could unhook his arms from my body, he pulled me into a tight hug that came out of nowhere and I hesitated for a moment. Reno wasn’t a hugger. Infact, the last time he hugged me like that was the morning I came out to him. And while he enjoyed the physical attention I showered on him daily, hugging was not his style. A level of intimacy, I think, he struggled with. So, when the initial shock wore off, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my hands in his mess of red hair. And somehow, he pulled me impossibly close. Like he was trying to meld our bodies together.

Read More at: AO3 and FF.net

[sephirthoughts]

Just Like Honey: Chapter 9

SOMEONE PHOTOSHOP GLASSES ONTO A PICTURE OF REEVE PLEASE I NEED IT FOR REASONS

AU: organized crime, cabaret, sex work

SHIPS: MULTIPLE! rufus/cloud, vincent/cloud, sephiroth/cloud, reeve/cloud, rufus/cloud/tseng, cloud/other characters as clients because that's his job, weiss/nero, background aerti

RATING: EXPLICIT, MINORS DNI, NO MINORS ALLOWED

WARNINGS: sex workers, prostitution

Chapter 9: Friends in High Places

Leslie and Cloud’s old tenement apartment and Reeve’s Shinra Tower penthouse represented the bookends of residential living situations in Midgar. Expansive didn’t begin to describe Reeve’s place, and the entirety of it had clearly been furnished by a professional decorator. 

Overworked, oblivious Reeve probably didn’t even notice how gorgeous the mahogany bookshelves were, or how supple the calfskin leather on the couches, or how thick and plushy the hand-woven Persian rugs. To him, this palatial residence was a box he went into, once in a while, to sleep and shower.

In all fairness, Cloud hardly noticed, either, because Reeve answered the door wearing a cable knit, v-neck sweater, grey slacks, and a pair of—

“Glasses!” Cloud gasped, pointing accusingly at Reeve’s face. “And you didn’t even warn me!”

“Uh…sorry. Do you not like them?” said the understandably confused Reeve, reaching up, to take them off. 

“Nuh-uh! Don’t you dare!” 

Cloud kicked the door shut behind him, dropped his bag, and grabbed Reeve, dragging him into a kiss. Reeve was too startled to react for a second, then he gave a soft groan and leaned into it, letting his hands roam hungrily over Cloud’s taut little body, as they fumbled their way to the sofa and fell onto it, without breaking the kiss.

“I guess—I guess you like the glasses, then,” Reeve said breathlessly, when Cloud released him. 

“No fucking way, they’re flat-out cheating!” Cloud complained. “You’re already that hot, and you really have the nerve to pull out the sexy-dad glasses and sweater look? Rules violation, unfair play!”

Reeve chuckled. “Wow. No one’s ever said I look like a dad before.”

“Maybe not to your face. I bet a lot of little Shinra employees call you daddy behind your back.”

“You’re making me sound a lot more attractive than I really am. Trust me, there’s no way anyone at work thinks of me that way.”

“Oh, no. It’s just as I feared,” Cloud lamented, cupping Reeve’s face in his hands. “Overwork has fried your brain, and you’re living in a delusion where you’re not one of the sexiest men alive.”

“W—what?” Reeve stammered. “I’m not even close to one of the sexiest men alive. Especially not when men like you exist.”

“We don’t count.”

“Oh?”

“Yep. In the interest of fairness, athletic twinks have our own separate category. Otherwise, all other men would always lose to us.”

Reeve laughed again. “Well, you’re not wrong about that.”

Cloud couldn’t help but smile, too. “You’re a lot happier when you’re not in that stuffy office. Speaking of which, I’m gonna go change into something a little more comfortable. That ok?”

“Yes, please. Make yourself at home. The bathroom is the third door, there. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Yeah, anything’s fine. Whatever you’re drinking.”

When Cloud returned from the bathroom, Reeve choked on his sip of wine, coughing and sputtering into a napkin. “Holy—holy shit! You can’t say I’m cheating, when you’re wearing that!”

“What, this old thing?” Cloud said innocently, while doing a little twirl, to demonstrate that the pink-lace short-shorts laced up in the back, with a pink ribbon. With the matching camisole and slippers, he was basically dressed like he was playing a teenaged girl in a naughty sleepover porn. 

“You said you wanted the girlfriend experience, so I dressed accordingly.”

“If I had a girlfriend who dressed like that, I’d never leave the house,” Reeve muttered. 

“So, what do you feel like doing tonight, honey-bunny?” Cloud crooned, accepting the glass of white wine Reeve was holding out to him. “Want to snuggle up on the couch and pretend to watch a movie?”

“I, uh…yeah. That sounds good,” Reeve said awkwardly.

“Or, how about I give you a neck rub, and you tell me about your day.”

“Sure.”

Cloud narrowed his eyes. “Don’t just agree to whatever I say. I’m here to make you happy. If there’s something you want, I want to hear it.”

“No, no I don’t—well, maybe. Ok, yes. But it’s kind of…embarrassing.” 

“Good news. If there’s anyone you don’t need to be embarrassed telling about it, it’s me. You’re the one who told me sex workers are like therapists. So, treat me like that. A safe space.”

“Hoo boy.” Reeve passed a hand across his forehead. “It’s just, I know it probably isn’t a cool fantasy to have, and I’d never want to do anything like that in real life, I just—”

“Hey,” Cloud interrupted, taking his hand to squeeze it. “Every kind of fantasy is ok. It doesn’t matter what you get turned on by. It doesn’t make you a bad person.”

Reeve looked unconvinced. “Are you…are you sure?”

“I’m sure. You could tell me you daydream about fucking cartoon hedgehogs, and I still wouldn’t judge you. As long as it’s just fantasy, or you express it as part of consensual play between adults, literally anything is ok.”

“Well…alright.” Reeve took a deep breath and let it out. “Here goes. I would like it if you could pretend to…to be asleep, while I touch you and…do things to you.”

Cloud blinked. “Is that really what you were worried about telling me? Then it’s no sweat, I’ve done plenty of somno play.”

“Somno?”

“Somnophilia. Wanting to fuck someone who’s unconscious.” 

“Oh. Wow. I didn’t know there was a real term, for it. But there’s more. I—I also want you to ‘wake up’ partway through, while I’m already inside you, and, uh…”

“You want me to struggle? Beg you to stop? I can cry, if you want.”

Reeve squinted an eye at him. “You’re not nearly as weirded out by this as I expected.”

“Reeve, my sweet, summer wolfman,” Cloud sighed, patting his shoulder. “This is one of the least weird things I’ve been asked to do.”

“Really? Wait, wolfman?”

“Yeah, really. I had a client once who wanted me to soak in a cold bath, first, and play dead while he fucked me. I got a married couple who wanted me to pretend to be their kid, and walk in on them fucking. One wanted to be a new stepmother, and I was the horny stepson who took advantage of her, while dad was out of town. I have multiple current clients who like to be put on leashes and treated like dogs. I even have these four brothers who make me cook food for the three younger ones, then the older one fucks me in another room, while they eat.”

Reeve looked appropriately astonished. “My thing probably sounds pretty tame, then.”

“Non-con fantasies like that are the most common ones, believe it or not. But I’ve done pretty much everything. Power exchange, age play, pet play, teacher-student, coach-athlete, voyeurism, incest…”

“Incest?”

“Yeah, mostly daddy and big brother stuff.”

Reeve swallowed hard. “Would you…would you call me daddy?”

“Try and stop me.”

A little while later, Cloud was ‘asleep’ in Reeve’s huge, ridiculously comfortable bed, with the lights out, and the only illumination coming from the windows. The door opened softly, letting a beam of warm light from the hallway fall across the bed.

He heard Reeve call out, “Sweetheart? You awake?”

Cloud didn’t reply, obviously.

Cautious footsteps padded across the carpet, to the bed. He was lying on his stomach, hugging a pillow, with his legs splayed out and one knee bent, so when the covers were drawn back, the first thing Reeve saw was the pink lace of the tiny shorts, barely concealing the bulge of his sack, between his thighs. 

A knee pressed down on the bed, then big, warm hands slid up under the shorts, to gently cup his ass. Reeve’s thumb hooked the crotch and pulled them to the side, and the other thumb and forefinger spread him apart.

Cloud heard him curse under his breath and grinned inwardly. Covering his asshole, was a sparkling, pink, heart-shaped gem, which was the base of the plug he was wearing, and hadn’t told Reeve about. 

There was a short pause, then Reeve’s warm weight pressed down on him, as he leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Playing with yourself in daddy’s bed. I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” 

The scent of wine on his breath, mingled with Reeve’s aftershave, really did lend to the atmosphere of a slightly drunk parental figure, about to do unspeakable things to a sleeping teenager. Cloud’s dick began to swell and thicken, with excitement.

Reeve slipped his pink shorts down, leaving them hanging around his ankle, and slid a palm under his abdomen, to pull his half-hard dick down between his thighs. There was another pause, in which Cloud could hear Reeve’s uneven breathing. Then the hands took hold of his ass again. 

It was only because of his extreme professionalism, at that point, that Cloud was able to remain still and unresponsive, breathing relatively evenly. Reeve’s beard tickled his inner thighs as he bent down and put his hot mouth on Cloud’s sack, sucking and licking, while his thumb rhythmically prodded the plug. Pretty soon, Cloud’s dick was rock-hard, despite being forced to point downward between his thighs.

Reeve drew away, then took hold of the jeweled base of the plug and began to pull. Cloud stirred slightly and made a drowsy murmur of protest, as it popped out, with an obscene squelch. A thin stream of clear lube trickled down over his balls. 

“Got yourself all ready for daddy, didn’t you,” Reeve said hoarsely. 

Cloud heard a belt and zipper, and the rustle of fabric. Reeve guided the head of his cock to Cloud’s taut, lube-slick entrance. 

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy’s so tight,” he breathed, as he pushed in. “Daddy can barely fit inside you.” 

Cloud was about ready to explode. His dick was throbbing and drooling, and it took all his self control not to moan from sheer relief, when Reeve finally bottomed out, filling him to the brim. Cloud waited for him to set a good rhythm, then he began to stir, and groggily lifted his head.

“What…what’s happening,” he mumbled. Then he froze and pretended to panic. “What are you doing! Stop! Help!” 

Reeve grabbed his wrists and pinned them, as he began to sob and thrash. “Sh, sh, sh. It’s just me, sweetheart.”

“D—daddy?” Cloud sniffled. “Why are you…why are you doing this to me?”

“Isn’t this what you wanted? You were playing with yourself, in my bed, weren’t you?”

“I didn’t! I wasn’t—!”

“Don’t lie to me,” Reeve cut him off sternly, punctuating the sentence with a savage thrust. The uncustomary aggressiveness in his voice amplified his sexiness by about ten-thousand, and sent chills up cloud’s spine. “Daddy came home and found you asleep in my bed, with a toy stuck up your slutty little hole. Weren’t you playing with yourself and thinking about daddy fucking you?”

“Hngh—ah! I was! I was!” Cloud ‘confessed.’ “I’m sorry, daddy! I won’t do it again!” 

Reeve slid almost all the way out. “It’s too late for that. You wanted daddy’s dick, so now you have to take it.” He slammed it back in, all the way to the base. 

“Noooo! Daddy, it’s too big!” Cloud whined, pretending to struggle under Reeve’s solid weight.

“Don’t fight, baby. Be good and take it,” Reeve panted, thrusting even harder, as Cloud bucked against him. His cock was getting hotter and harder. He was close. “You’re gonna make daddy come, if you keep tightening up like that.”

“Daddy, s—stop! It feels weird!” Cloud wailed (while gleefully tilting his ass up to take Reeve’s dick as deep as he could).

“Hngh…baby! Daddy’s coming! Fuck!” 

Reeve pulled out abruptly, and Cloud felt warm fluid spattering across his ass and thighs. As soon as he’d finished, he pushed back inside, to ride out the spasms, while Cloud wrung himself hard and fast, till he came in the tight space, between his stomach and the mattress.

“Oh, fuck,” Reeve said breathlessly, falling onto the bed next to him. “That was—that was amazing. You’re amazing.”

“Not so bad yourself, daddy,” Cloud said, with a wink. Then he pretended to pout. “You’re not tired already, are you?”

“Not yet. Thank the goddess for all that boxing. Just, uh…just give your old man a couple minutes.”

They rolled around for a while, flirting and laughing, and wound up fucking again, with Cloud on top, riding Reeve cowgirl style. After that, they took a long shower together, in Reeve’s enormous spa-style Swiss shower. Reeve wanted to walk him out, but Cloud waved him off, saying he was a big boy and could take care of himself. And so the two cheerfully said goodnight at Reeve’s door, promising to see each other again, soon.

When the elevator reached the lobby, Cloud peered around, half expecting to see Zack, or Reno and Rude, but no one was around except for a few security guards and holographic receptionists. The scene was less desolate, outside, since this part of Shinra Tower was a block from Loveless Avenue, and the nightlife was always lively.

Cloud was crossing the bustling fountain square, bound for the train station, when a hand fell heavily on his shoulder, giving him a jolt. “I see you’ve been making friends in…high places.” 

Cloud attempted to swallow in a suddenly dry throat. “Sephi? W—what are you doing here?”

“I might ask the same of you, if I didn’t know perfectly well, already.” Sephiroth leaned close, so Cloud could feel his breath on his ear. “There’s a man’s scent, all over you.”

His voice was hard and cold and crystal clear. Like knives made of ice. Which meant he was sober, and thus at his most dangerous. Cloud suppressed a shudder.

A gloved hand took hold of his arm, and Sephiroth deftly steered him around the corner, onto the intersecting street. He glanced anxiously about, but he wasn’t thinking of calling for help. His fear was less that Sephiroth would hurt him, and more that he’d hurt other people. He didn’t want anyone to get killed, so the only choice he had was to go along with the man, and hope he’d stay calm.  

They walked for about half a block, before Sephiroth pushed him into a dark, narrow space between buildings and shoved him up against the brick wall, pinning him with a hand on the back of his neck and a knee between his legs. 

“I don’t think you quite understand your situation, little puppet, so I will explain it.” Sephiroth lowered his voice to a menacing murmur. “You belong to me. The fact that you are able to run about and do as you please, is because I allow it.”

“It’s my job, Sephi. It’s not like I can just—”

“Hush. If I objected to your waywardness, I would put a stop to it, but I do not. It amuses me, the way you play these fools like perfectly tuned instruments. The way you make them line up to lay riches at your feet, in exchange for a taste of your body. You have given yourself to so many men, and yet none of them can truly possess you. They are your servants and playthings. You are free.” 

“B—but you just said I belong to you,” Cloud faltered.

“That does not mean I intend to cage you. You would wither in captivity, and you would hate me. I would rather…but that is not what I’ve come to talk about. I sought you out because you are in a position to be useful to me. You are going to be my eyes inside Shinra.”

Shit. Cloud’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean? Why me?”

“There is no chance you would travel regularly to Shinra Tower for an ordinary client, and even less chance an ordinary client could dispatch the Turks, to transport you, to and fro. That means your clearance must grant you upper-level access.” 

Cloud was stunned that Sephiroth knew all of that, but he didn’t dare ask how. He also didn’t think his usual tactic of playing dumb was going to do much good, so he just kept his mouth shut.

Sephiroth slapped something onto the wall, in front of his face. It was a creased and faded photo, of a pretty young woman, with brown eyes and light-brown hair. 

“Who’s she?” Cloud asked, confused.

“Irrelevant. All you need to know is that she is somewhere in Shinra Tower. Memorize her face. You will look for her, for me. Tell me, immediately, the moment you see her. That’s all. Simple enough, yes?”

“Seph, this…I can’t just go snooping around in there. What if I get caught?”

“I trust you can use your talents to talk your way out of any minor trouble you encounter. But if it truly came to life or death, you’ve no need to fear. I will come to your rescue.”

“Oh, you will? And how the hell are you gonna rescue me, inside Shinra Tower?” Cloud demanded, his blue eyes sparking defiantly.

Sephiroth answered with a cold chuckle. “There are few places in this world that can keep me out.”

“If it’s so easy for you to get in, then why don’t you look for this woman, yourself? What do you need me for?” 

“The time has not yet come, to move openly, against Shinra. For now, I must stay in the shadows.” His grip tightened on the back of Cloud’s neck. “I trust my little puppet will do his very best, for me.”

“I—I will,” Cloud gasped, as Sephiroth pressed him into the wall with his body, and his hard dick dug into his ass. “You know I’ll—ngh! You know I’ll do whatever you say.”

Sephiroth gave a pleased hum, then grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. Cloud’s mouth opened readily, to submit to the invasion, as the man’s tongue rolled forcefully over his.

He didn’t like being suddenly grabbed on the street and ordered around, but being near Sephiroth for any length of time had an intoxicating effect on him. No matter how insane and dangerous his rational mind knew Sephiroth was, Cloud’s body always wanted him so badly he could taste it.

That raw, animal desire was even more intense now, away from his workplace, and without the context of a professional transaction. He was already fumbling to undo his own trousers and yank them down around his thighs, as they kissed feverishly. He heard steel buttons jingle faintly behind him, then that huge, heavy dick slotted into the cleft of his ass. 

“My bag,” he panted, licking his kiss-bruised lips. “There’s lube.”

Keeping a hand on his hip, Sephiroth reached down and picked up the bag. Cloud dug out the bottle of lubricant, which he squeezed all over his hand, then reached back to slick the thick, hard, veiny shaft. That was all the preparation Sephiroth had the patience for. He pushed the big, blunt head against his hole, still pink and swollen from Reeve, and impaled him, in one long slide, clamping a gloved hand over Cloud’s mouth, to muffle his moans. 

Once he was all the way in, he set a ruthless pace, showing no tenderness, whatsoever; thrusting hard and deep, pounding Cloud into the cold bricks. The way Sephiroth fucked was always pretty rough, but this felt different. Possessive and domineering, with a hostile edge. Like he was trying to fuck Reeve out of him (despite the fact that Reeve was a gentleman and hadn’t come inside, and Cloud had already showered, anyway). 

Just then, a wave of Sephiroth’s aromatic, masculine scent, like leather and cedar smoke, washed over him, and made Cloud’s head spin like he was drunk. He let go and lost himself in the unhinged lust and brutal intensity, radiating like heat from this monstrously strong and preternaturally gorgeous man. 

That massive shaft was drilling into him, thrumming over his prostate, making his dick so hard it ached, and was leaking like a faucet. He wanted to come so badly, he didn’t care about anything else, let alone the fact that they were outdoors, in a public alleyway, only a few meters from a busy street.

Biting his bottom lip, he looked over his shoulder at Sephiroth, and grabbed hold of his leather coat, tugging him closer, urging him to fuck him harder. 

Sephiroth’s slit pupils dilated visibly in his pale, blue-green irises. He clamped his hand over Cloud’s mouth again, and with a low snarl, he bared his sharp teeth and bit into his neck, so deep it broke the skin. 

Cloud went rigid, screaming hoarsely into Sephiroth’s muffling glove, while he came hard, spurting against the wall, in hot, rapid pulses. Sephiroth came at the same time, with a strangled groan, hips stuttering, as his big, thick shaft pulsed, pumping a molten hot flood into Cloud’s convulsing hole. 

The gloved hand released his mouth. Cloud’s head lolled forward and he let his sweat-damp forehead rest on the cold brick, enjoying the soothing coolness, while he caught his breath. Sephiroth was breathing hard too, still holding him pinned, but more gently, now, pressing what felt like apologetic kisses to the badly bruised spot on his neck. 

When he pulled out, he held Cloud open with his thumbs, to watch the semen trickle down his thighs, which seemed to please him immensely. Cloud wrinkled his nose in annoyance, but he was facing the wall still, so Sephiroth didn’t see. 

It really was incredibly rude of him to come inside, considering Cloud still had to ride the train for an hour to get home. He was thinking irritably about that and zipping up his pants, when the roar of a motorcycle engine filled the air, amplified by echoing off all the walls in the small alleyway. 

“Come,” a much subdued and unusually lucid-looking Sephiroth said, holding out his gloved hand. “I’ll take you home.”

Kadaj was waiting on the street, astride one of the gang’s huge, black motorcycles. When he saw them step out of the alleyway together, he dismounted and stood there sullenly, looking at the ground. Sephiroth threw his long leg over the saddle and Cloud climbed on, behind him. Without so much as a glance at his younger brother, Sephiroth instructed Cloud to hang on tight, then gunned the engine and sped away, down the street.

Kadaj lifted his pale-blue eyes and glared venomously after them, his fists clenching and unclenching, at his sides, till they faded from sight. Then he turned and walked away, in the opposite direction. 

Atop the roof of one of the many brownstone residential buildings, that filled this area, another figure leaned out and peered down the street, in the direction Sephiroth and Cloud rode off, then the direction Kadaj went. Then it also vanished into the night.

When they pulled up in front of the Honeybee, Cloud clambered off the bike, and hung his arms around Sephiroth’s neck, while they shared a slow, lingering kiss. Even after they drew apart, Sephiroth gazed at him for a long time, tucking his hair behind his ear and stroking his face, like he was reluctant to let him go. 

Cloud’s cheeks got hot and his stomach fluttered. He’d never felt so much like Sephiroth was actually looking at him and seeing him, before. There was something lonely and longing in the man’s eerily beautiful eyes, that made made Cloud’s chest ache. 

His own eyes began to sting with impending tears. Then all at once, it was as if a wall of ice snapped up between them. The catlike eyes glittered and the line of that perfect mouth hardened.

“Go,” Sephiroth said, turning away. “Don’t forget to do what I told you.”

Cloud stood there looking dazed, as the motorcycle roared away, down the narrow street. Then he shook himself and hurried inside. He almost ran face-first into Nero, who was standing directly in the doorway, for some reason. 

“What the hell!” Cloud said crossly. “Why are you always blocking every door I go through!”

“Who was that man, on the chopper?” Nero asked. “It can’t be…does our little bimbo have a boyfriend?”

Cloud wanted to tell him to fuck off, but asshole or no, Nero worked here, now. He should know about the hazards he might encounter. “That was Sephiroth, the leader of the Remnants biker gang. He’s psychotic and dangerous as fuck and I don’t want to die, so I do whatever he says. If he comes here, we all do whatever he says, and don’t give him an excuse to kill anyone. You can ask Andrea, if you don’t believe me.”

“It didn’t look like you were scared for your life, just now. It looked like you were kissing your boyfriend goodbye.” Nero sniffed the air and smirked. “And you smell like you just fucked in an alley.” 

“How could you possibly smell an alley?” Cloud retorted. “You’re just saying any shit you can think of, to be insulting.”

Nero arched a black brow. “Am I wrong?” 

Cloud blushed guiltily and scowled to cover it up. “It’s none of your business! Why are you even talking to me?”

“Andrea wants you. He said to bring you to his office, when you got back.”

Cloud slumped. He was sticky and grouchy and exhausted, having spent the past several hours having sex with two men in a row, and then riding on a motorcycle all the way from the upper city, clinging to a madman for dear life, the entire time (which was still more than half an hour, despite Sephiroth’s kamikaze style of navigating traffic). But Andrea was the boss, so he dragged himself to the elevator, pointedly ignoring Nero, who followed him in, looking infuriatingly smug. 

“Cloud, you’re here,” Andrea said, beckoning them into his office. “Your client has confirmed that trip, he mentioned. You’ll be leaving Friday afternoon, and returning the following Friday.”

Cloud nodded, unable to suppress his smile, upon hearing that he really was going to Wutai with Vincent. And for a whole week! 

“That’s why I called you both in,” Andrea went on. “Nero, this means you’ll be filling in for Cloud, for the first time, Saturday night. It’s a big responsibility. The Honeybees will be counting on you to carry the show.” 

Nero’s crimson eyes flashed eagerly. “I won’t disappoint you, boss.” 

“Good! That’s what I like to hear,” Andrea said, looking pleased. “Cloud, you have a few days before your trip, so I want you to spend them helping Nero prepare for the headlining spot. That’s your top priority. Got it?”

“Yeah, I got it,” Cloud said glumly, his Wutai excitement severely dampened by the prospect of having Nero stuck to his side for three days.

When the two left the office, Nero’s hands were shaking with adrenaline. This was the moment he’d been waiting and preparing for. He was going to see Vincent Valentine, face to face. Finally, everything would be set in motion. Cloud noticed his agitated fidgeting, while they were riding the elevator, and misunderstood.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said. “It’s not much different from the Friday night shows.”

Nero didn’t correct his error. “I heard all the VIPs come to your Saturday shows, though. That’s a lot of pressure.” 

“They’re just bored, old, rich guys. They’re not scary,” Cloud assured him, as the two disembarked, on their floor. “The only one we absolutely must keep happy is Vincent Valentine, and he won’t be there, so there’s nothing to stress about.”

Nero’s heart stopped. “What…he won’t?”

“Of course not,” Cloud said, as if he should have known. “I’m going to Wutai with him. That’s why you’re covering for me, in the first place. See you tomorrow.”

Nero was still reeling from the emotional whiplash, as Cloud walked away, and their rooms were on opposite ends of the hall, so he had no excuse to follow and probe for more information. His initial disappointment quickly gave way anger, at the little blonde who was blithely ruining all his plans. Under a black cloud, he stalked to his room, slammed the door, and threw himself on the bed. Weiss flipped down from the headstand push-ups he’d been doing, and came to sit beside him. 

“I’m covering the bimbo’s show Saturday,” Nero said, before he had a chance to ask. 

“That’s exactly what we wanted,” Weiss pointed out. “What’s wrong?”

“Vincent Valentine won’t be there! He’s taking the bimbo out of town, and that’s why I’m covering for him! It’s like that little rat-faced eyesore exists just to get in my way!”

“There will be other opportunities. Don’t get upset, you’ll make yourself sick,” Weiss said, spreading his arms. “Come here. Let me hold you.”

Nero turned his back and curled into a sullen ball. Undeterred, Weiss dragged his stubborn little brother into his lap, to wrap him up in a tight embrace. Nero wriggled and kicked petulantly, but only for a moment. Then he surrendered and burrowed into his brother’s bare chest, taking deep breaths of his scent, to soothe himself. 

“I hate him, brother,” he pouted, peering up at Weiss from beneath his long, sooty eyelashes. “Kill him, for me.”

Weiss smiled adoringly, smoothing the silky, black hair back from his pallid face. “Soon, my love. We must first fulfill our purpose. Then we will have leisure, to bathe in the blood of our enemies.” 

“But who knows how long that’s going to take,” Nero huffed. “I want to kill him, now.”

Weiss chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated in his broad ribcage. “Have patience, little one. When all is done, I will bring him to you, and we will take our time with him. I wonder how long we can keep him alive.”

Nero pushed him onto his back and straddled him, sliding his hands up and down his ridiculously muscular torso, his crimson eyes kindled with a deranged light. “Tell me, brother. Tell me what you’ll do to him. I want to hear it, so I can imagine every single detail.”

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY

MY SAD MURDER-BABY SEPHIROTH SOMEONE BE NICE TO HIM

[demialwrites]

Masterlist (FF7)

Updated as of April 2nd, '25

Rufus Shinra

Headcanons: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Fics: Hunted · Sand Through Fingers · 2 · 3 · Somnophilia · Rufus Vs Reeve · 2 · 3 · I Can Train You · Taking Your Hand · Kidnapped · The Secretary · Queen's Blood · You're An Idiot · Sparring · Degrading · A Freak · The Monster · Good Girl · 2(+Rude) · Butterfly in a Jar · 2 · 3 · 4 · 5 · 6 · 7 · 8 · 9 · 10 · 11

Rufus + Tseng

Fics: The Offer · 2 · Untitled · 2 · 3 · 4 · Straight Smut

Tseng

Headcanons: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Fics: Anything · Casual Relationship · Sub Tseng · Quarantine · Stupid · Pie in the Sky · Interrogation

Sephiroth

Headcanons: 1 2 3 4

Fics: Broken Toy · Fallen Angel, Down to Earth · Bonding Time · Bonding Time V. 2 · Experiment of Passage · Comfort & Dread

Rude

Headcanons: 1 2 3 4 5

Reno

Fics: A Short

Headcanons: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Cloud

Headcanons: 1 2 3

Barret

Headcanons: 1 2

Elena

Headcanons: 1 2 3

Reeve

Headcanons: 1

Fics: Submissive Reeve

Solo Character/Ship: Reno · Rufus Shinra · The Tower(Sephru) · I See.(Sephru) · The Materia Accident

[mynameiskan]

Lol, the FFVII Cast keeping you company during your class lectures. XD Cuuuute.

So in the end, I doodled a bunch of FF7 characters in my highschool AU😂 Let me share them with you.

FF7 masterpost

[catboyidia]

hi!! Big fan of your hcs, could you do some more on maybe similar style to FFVII new years kisses, valentines gifts, those ones?

a suggestion: maybe like winter hot chocolate or drinking party or something (NOT THAT I ENCOURAGE DRINKING NOT AT ALL)

some of my ffvii ships cute little winter hot cocoa dates:

- zakkura: zack would take cloud to a convenience store to get the premade hot chocolate and cloud would still think its the pinnacle of romance, even when zack makes an absolute mess of the store

- asg: genesis would insist on making the hot cocoa from scratch because nothing could ever be as good what he makes, and he is actually right! angeal is ecstatic because it reminds him of when they were kids, and sephiroth is excited to know if it lives up to the hype, but even when it does sephiroth will still pretend like it doesn’t because he wants to (lovingly) tease and annoy genesis

- tsengru/renorude: rufus would have the perfect and fanciest hot chocolate made for them all while they’re all cozy and warm in his apartment, cuddled up together by the window to watch the snow fall. and then reno would bring cheap instant cocoa to force rufus to try! reno would take advantage of rufus’ expensive cocoa and get the most expensive one he can, rude would get the sweetest one possible which shocks everyone including reno, and tseng would opt for coffee in his cocoa, and rufus would fall in love with reno’s cheap “commoner” cocoa tamaki ohshc style

- aerti: aerith would suggest they make each other cocoa with (potentially strange for cocoa) ingredients they think the other would like and cozy up/cuddle together on the couch with a blanket wrapped around them both, enjoying each other’s weird concoctions happily

- tuestine: reeve would insist on making the perfect cocoa for vincent and he would be so proud of himself, and even if vincent isn’t fond of it, vincent will still compliment it and wouldn’t have the heart to risk breaking reeve’s proud excitement

and ships at a drinking party:

- zakkura: zack is having the time of his life, laughing and “dancing” with cloud, until poor cloud starts puking in which zack becomes the picture perfect boyfriend and holds cloud’s hair back and helps cloud in any way possible, basically waiting on cloud entirely until cloud starts to feel a bit better

- asg: sephiroth is the designated driver for both asg and zakkura, usually its angeal but sephiroth wanted to give angeal a break, and while genesis is moderately composed (aside from dancing promiscuously around angeal and sephiroth) angeal is an absolute drunken mess, behaving in ways that none of them have seen before, and that sephiroth and genesis will tease him about for the rest of their lives

- tsengru: they both have a few drinks, as rufus would convince tseng to let loose for once, but they would stop before either of them got too drunk because without each other knowing, they were both holding out in case either of them got too drunk and needed each other

- renorude: reno challenges anyone and everyone to a drinking contest, but he cant hold his liquor at all, and poor rude has to be dragged around all night by reno and make sure reno doesn’t get into too much trouble, plus rude is reno and tsengru’s designated driver so he can’t drink that night (poor dude has too put up with reno while sober… poor poor rude…)

- aerti: i like to think that the party is happening at 7th heaven so neither of them have to be the designated driver since neither of them have to leave, but i dont think either of them would get too wild, i think they’d have a few drinks but aerith can hold her liquor better then anyone else at the party, and even beats reno in a drinking competition, but then aerti both just get really lovey dovey with eachother and aerith tries to flirt with tifa in ways that make tifa laugh and they both know aerith will regret later

- tuestine: vincent doesn’t get very drunk at all, but he does loosen up at least a little bit around reeve, and reeve, despite initially wanting to be responsible and not drink much, he gets super wasted and starts being all over vincent, he’s just ultra clingy and all lovey dovey, but i also fully believe he’s an emotional drunk so he also gets all insecure about himself and whether he’s good enough for vincent, in which vincent actually handles it quite well and assuages all of reeve’s fears in his own way! and then they also probably hitch a ride back home with renorude/tsengru, where reeve ends up falling asleep on vincent and needing to be carried to bed

[cloti-fics]

Don’t Think Twice | Chapter 20 | Author: Marle Nadia

Summary:

Living together with a makeshift family while Cloud and Tifa were secretly married was never simple at the beginning. After Cloud returns home he finds the life he came back to was now more complicated than ever – his wife had moved on after she thought he left for good. Taking every chance possible, Cloud will do anything to prove himself to his family… and Tifa. Post ACC

Drama/Romance — Rating: M

Pairings: Cloud Strife & Tifa Lockhart, Tifa Lockhart & Original Male Character

Characters: Other Characters: Marlene Wallace, Denzel, Yuffie Kisaragi, Zack Fair, Aerith Gainsborough, Reeve Tuesti, Barret Wallace, Cid Highwind, Shera, Johnny, Iris Amicitia, Alyssa Zaidelle, & Vincent Valentine

Fandom: Post Advent Children

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