#reno ff7 fluff

[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

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #12 (Reno x Reader)

Fluff headcannons

-Defining Reno in two words: Chaos. Gremlin. He's cute, but crazy. If you are an introvert, dig yourself a hole and jump in it now. Reno is that extroverted friend we all have that drags us out to do unnecessary shit even in the middle of the night.

-This man legit shows up at your front doorstep at 3:00 A.M. with a bottle of wine and a Walmart bag full of those Great Value "Frosted creme sandwich cookies" that are obviously knock-off Oreos, declaring "Babe, we're gonna re-invent the cookie industry! Let's make Winey-O's!" "Reno, for God's sake, it's 3 in the morning!"

-Comes up with ridiculous projects to do with you, each one getting weirder and weirder as the days go by. It started with something simple and innocent such as making homemade slime out of butter or the fluffy bits inside diapers, and soon evolved into really weird shit such as using glow-in-the-dark paint to redecorate your toilet. Life with Reno is crazy.

-Regardless of whether you guys live together or not, Reno wakes you up at 5:00 A.M. every day, no matter how late you guys stayed up last night trying to put glitter on the sides of your TV. He'll either jump on you and bounce up and down like a kid on Christmas or call you and sing scream a really off-key rendition of "I Will Always Love you" once it goes to voicemail. The sound of it is terrifying--never ceases to jolt you out of bed.

-Loves to run up and tackle you to the ground before pinning you there and peppering your face with kisses akin to the way a dog licks it's owner's face.

-He misses you so, so, so, so much when he has to go away for Turk work, but when he finally comes home, he will literally run into your arms screaming "IT'S MY BAAAAAAAAAAAABIEEEEEEE" And then proceed to sob about how much he missed you until your clothes are wet with his tears.

-This dude can't cook. At all. If you leave him alone with food in the kitchen for 5 minutes, when you come back, the stove will be on fire, your frying pan will be lodged in the ceiling, several knives will be stuck to the fridge, salt, sugar, and spices will be everywhere, and Reno'll just be chilling in the corner, whistling while trying to chop a carrot with a mangled spoon.

-When he's not burning down your kitchen, he'll be lounging in the living room trying to find a Netflix series to watch. Eventually you wander in and the two of you sit down to a nice movie. His favorite genres are comedy and romance (partially because then he can "re-enact" the scenes), but he'll watch just about anything as long as you like it.

-Loves to get all snuggled up during your movie nights, especially by lying in your lap and having you play with his hair. He likes it so much because it acts like white noise and gives him something to focus on so he can fall asleep.

-Always falls asleep in your lap, and looks so cute, too. Gone is the mischievous smirk; the troublemaking gleam in his eyes, replaced by a precious, serene look of utter peace that is reflected by his smushed up cheeks.

Just like this. Adorable.

[untimelysituation77]

@fluff-cember, Days 21 (cabin in the snow), 22 (snow storm), 30 (warming up): Nothing to see here, just Reno and Rude being surprised by a snowstorm during a recon mission to Icicle Inn and finding shelter in an abandoned cabin. Too bad there's only one blanket... yeah, I'll uh... see myself out.

[dragonsoulage]

Reno as a kpop-idol ~ headcanon

Hello world, currently I just had an idea. Like I am a metal girly but hey other genres are cool too. And it's all my besties fault that I kinda went obsessed over Yeonjun, because he remind me so hard to Reno. So here we are having a small kpop-idol Reno headcanon, have fun🌚✨

Warnings: fluff, and in the end a little suggestive

- kpopidol!Reno, who would be just so damn pretty, like the girl, the outfits, the hair, the attitude. He ate it up

-kpopidol!Reno, who is a solo artist, is doing his own songs

- kpopidol!Reno, who his fans are thirsting over him, and he knows he is fine—more than fine, actually. Always messing around

- kpopidol!Reno, who seems a little lost sometimes but he got sass in interviews, and that flirty attitude. Fan-made edits are always showing how dorky and confused he looks during questions.

- kpopidol!Reno, who is cocky, although he needs to try to keep that down when he is on display, at least this is what his manager Rude says.

- kpopidol!Reno, who is eating up every choreo like it would be nothing, is a master at improvising some moves

-kpopidol!Reno, who is getting on the nerves of his manager Rude because he wants to do a collab with another idol Rufus, whose manager is Tseng. "Come on, you know that could make an ass of money. Fans would be literally crying, and believe me, I have seen that."

- kpopidol!Reno, who adores you, you were his cute little stylist. You were also the stylist of another K-pop artist duo. The duo was called "sweet & spicy," and the members were the girls Elena and Cissnei

-kpopidol!Reno, who always gives you a flirty line that makes you blush. "Oh, there she is, that cute style queen. So what do we have in store today? Mind to sit on my lap when tying my tie?" And for sure, he gives you a wink.

- kpopidol!Reno, who knows, you were that cute and nervous kind of person with that small giggle because you couldn't help yourself. "You won't wear a tie today, so it's not necessary."

-kpopidol!Reno, who always is searching eye contact with you while you moved around trying to select what would fit him today for the show. Beautiful turquoise orbs following your every movement and always that smug grin on his face

-kpopidol!Reno, who was such a handsome man, was an absolute eye catcher as an idol. And the fans screamed for him below the stage. Although he enjoyed the attention, it was you who he was interested in

- kpopidol!Reno, who waited for you to give him all his clothes. You waited for him to change, but well, for his shirt, he extra changed right in the same room as you. Abs flexing while he pulled down his shirt, his strong chest...you tried to look away, but you couldn't

-kpopidol!Reno, who is messing with you "Are we staring, darling?" Reno asked before he flashed you a toothy grin. Setting his goggles on top of his head for what he was so known for

-kpopidol!Reno, who knows when he sees you panic a little and hide your face behind your hair. "Never would do... do that. Don't you need to go on the stage by now?" You tried to distract it.

-kpopidol!Reno, who is trying to be a little soft with you, "Just messing a little, sweetheart." he was flirty, yes, but he tried to be not too forward at all with you. Since you were a little shy in his presence.

- kpopidol!Reno, who comes to you before the show starts, just to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Watch me, closley, yeah? Want you to enjoy the show."

-kpopidol!Reno, who is turning back to you shortly before, he needs to go on stage. Leaning close, making the kabedon move, is what makes you so weak in the knees. "And after that, you let me invite you to dinner, yeah? No need to answer; I know we are going."

-kpopidol!Reno, who was hyping up the crowd even more when he entered the stage with such an entrance song and dance.

-kpopidol!Reno, who makes extra little moves to flash his abs or stick out his tongue, he is sexy but a little silly. All girls are just yelling for more.

-kpopidol!Reno, who knows that he probably will be trending in TikTok with all the edits that will be made when he flashed his sweaty abs in a dance choreo.

-kpopidol!Reno, who sometimes watches you out of the corner of his eyes because you stood right in the backstage area next to the mainstage watching his show intently

-Kpopidol!Reno, who winks at you so shortly when he does a spin with a cocky grin, making you feel all kinds of butterflies in the tummy

-kpopidol!Reno, who runs to you between a small break, you already had a bottle of water in your hand, just like his assistant, but well, he likes you far more. Who grabs the bottle from your hand so your fingers would be brushing? "Enjoying it, pretty? Nearly seems like you can't take off your eyes,  hm."

- kpopidol!Reno who saw you nodded sweetly. Not even denying you watched indeed every move. "You doing great. And the outfit I choose fits really well." You answered

-kpopidol!Reno, who chuckled shortly and tilted up your chin. "Anything you choose for me fits. Like you fit me, right? Don't forget the dinner, baby." But before you could answer, he already went to the rest of the show

- kpopidol!Reno, who always was flirty but only had eyes for you. Stealing kisses in the private area with you when no one was watching. "Reno, someone could be walking in. " You mumbled between the kisses, but he didn't even give you a chance to think, instead pulling you closer against him and gently biting your lip. "Calm downy babygirl, no one's going to find out." Before he explored your mouth with his tongue again

- kpopidol!Reno, who tells Rude about you. "You can't be serious? You know that cannot be published. You always would need to be on your toes. What about her?" Rude was kind of complaining, although he could understand that Reno fell for you; after all, you were so sweet.

-kpopidol!Reno, who had a secret relationship with you, everything private. "Well, she is my stylist. No one will know a thing. I just turned to... really like her. After all, she is a shy little thing, so it's not like she ever would make a public appearance even when we could."

-kpopidol!Reno, who lets you watch when he is learning a new choreo, needs an opinion, if he looks hot. Of course he does; he just wants praise from his girl

-kpopidol!Reno, who always tells you how much he loves you because he always acted cocky and flirty, it was expected from him as this kind of idol. But he never wants to make you sad with this.

-kpopidol!Reno, who got the best looks simply because of your skill in style and fashion, especially for the music video shoots

-kpopidol!Reno, who would raise an eyebrow when he finally makes a collab with the other idol Rufus, and you styled both of them. "Sweet girl." Rufus remarked shortly when you disappeared to get some other stuff.

-kpopidol!Reno, who tried not to show his jealous side; after all, you just had eyes for him.

-kpopidol!Reno, who always calls for you during the shoot. Just to be kind of territorial. "Hey there, pretty. Think my jaket is a little lost here? Can you fix?"

-kpopidol!Reno, who literally decided to ravish you in the backstage area in his changing room, after the shoot was done. It was a little risky, but he was always was a risky guy, wasn't he?

-kpopidol!Reno, who coos at you. "Good girl, all my fucking good girl, that's right, ya?" While he is thrusting hard to rearrange your insides. With your cute noises muffled against his shoulder.

-kpopidol!Reno, whose eyes widen when he hears the door, and it is gladly just Rude. "For heavens sake, can't you keep your dick inside your pants until you are home?" Rude cursing but immeditly left

-kpopidol!Reno, who simply has a good career and life because you were there to make it even better. Your pretty boy 💖

[oingourboingo]

Some olimar x Reno posting to cure artblock

[sephirthoughts]

I wish you would write a fic where... actually, I don't got anything weird. I've just been thinking about Rude/Sephiroth domestic fluff lately because I think Rude is probably a skilled cook and Sephiroth wants that normal life and he could wield a broom as well as he does Masamune. I don't have anyone to tell this to lol

HELLO THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! Alright, this is probably not exactly what you had in mind, but it is the madness that came from your ask, so if anything, it's all your fault. Enjoy! 😂

“What are you doing?” 

“Sweeping the floor.”

“You swept in here three times, today. You’re taking off the varnish.”

“I think this is vinyl.”

“¡Vete!”

Sephiroth pouted, but he knew better than to argue with Rude when he was speaking his native language and using a wooden spoon to point, so he retreated from the kitchen, broom in hand, to seek out another spot in the house that he hadn’t polished to a blinding shine, in the past few hours.

Maybe the upstairs closets? He wavered for a moment, then decided he may as well give the whole place an extra once-over. Better safe than sorry.

With his silver hair pulled up into a martial ponytail, and his weapon-calloused hands wielding a mop and feather duster like twin blades, he whirled through the living room, dining room, entryway, stairs, hallways, bedrooms, and all associated closets, in a blur, hellbent on eradicating even the tiniest molecule of intruding dust from his domain. 

A large, fluffy, white cat was impolitely awakened from a nap, during this maelstrom of domestic activity, and made her displeasure known by violently assailing the feather duster, from atop a bookshelf. Otherwise, the operation suffered no serious setbacks.

Thirty-three minutes later, Sephiroth had scooted the last of the area rugs back into place, and was standing back, imbibing deep satisfaction from his well-ordered house. Then his stomach let out a loud growl. 

Much like a member of a big-cat species, his ability to move at superhuman speeds demanded superhuman energy, and after the burst of activity, he was ravenously hungry.

It didn’t help that Rude was saturating the air in the house with the beguiling, come-hither aromas of meat and fat and spices, piquant and savory and ever so enticing, wafting from the kitchen to brush coquettishly against Sephiroth’s olfactory nerves.

Compelled by forces far stronger than himself, he slunk back into the kitchen, where he sidled up behind Rude and settled his hands on his hips, looking over his shoulder at the big, bubbling pot he was stirring. “What is all this? It smells wonderful.”

“Pozole, elotes, sopas, beans, rice, and tortillas,” Rude said, pointing at each pot, pan, and covered dish, respectively, as Sephiroth’s hands slid lower. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

The hands stopped where they were. “Who? Me?”

“Don’t you try that, ‘who me’ shit. You always turn into a slut when you want food. You and that cat, both.” 

The cat in question, who had, indeed, padded into the kitchen after Sephiroth, to see if any treats were to be gotten, plopped down on her ample haunches and set about having a bath, like she had no idea what they were talking about. 

By way of reply, Sephiroth nuzzled the hollow behind Rude’s ear and then bit down on his warm, tawny skin, just hard enough to dent it, but not actually leave a mark. 

“No biting,” Rude scolded. “Use your words.”

“Starving,” Sephiroth groaned, against his neck. “For real, this time. I’ve got mere seconds left to live.”

“Tch,” Rude smirked. “If you have energy to bitch, you’ll survive till dinner.”

“It’s too late. I’ve died,” Sephiroth intoned, slumping heavily against him. “Have me buried at sea.”

“Dinner will be ready in a minute. If you go set the table, we can start eating sooner.”

This incantation miraculously resurrected the recently deceased Sephiroth, who sprang back to life and hurried away, tripping over the cat in his haste.

“Damn it, Cloud, stop trying to kill me all the time,” he admonished the deeply offended furball, who’d already had her nap and her bath interrupted by this dubious character, and was now being picked up and kissed on the head, of all insufferable indignities.

“I can’t believe you named the cat Cloud,” Rude groused. 

Sephiroth was the picture of innocence. “What’s wrong with Cloud? I think it’s a good name.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. She’s white and fluffy, like a cloud.”

Rude arched an eyebrow. “Then explain why the dog is named Zack.”

“He’s named after the puppy I used to have, back in SOLDIER,” Sephiroth answered, with a completely straight face. 

Rude snorted out a laugh, which naturally meant Sephiroth had won the interaction. “Very funny. Go set the table, ass.”

Sephiroth put the fuming cat down and went to do as he was told. Just as the last fork was being set on the corresponding napkin, the front door banged open, and a voice announced, “Guess who’s here!”

Sephiroth cast a distasteful eye on the day-glow-red haired individual. “The Association for Homosexual Fashion Disasters.”

“You’re one to talk, Sephir-goth,” Reno retorted, taking the lollipop out of his mouth to gesture with it. “Are you seriously wearing leather pants and a band t-shirt to hang around the house?”

“These are the only pants I have, that are not currently in the wash,” Sephiroth answered, with a haughty toss of his head.

“Hey, wait a minute…that’s my shirt!” Reno accused. “It’s the tour edition you could only get at the shows! Take it off! You’re gonna ruin it!”

Sephiroth looked down at his shrink-wrapped torso. “Ah. I wondered why one of Rude’s shirts would fit me so tightly. Since he isn’t the size of a teenaged girl.”

“Look what you did! Your huge tits are stretching it all out! Mick Jagger’s face looks like it’s melting! Or…wow, that’s just how his face looks. Still, it’s mine! Give it back!”

“If you care about a clothing item, you shouldn’t leave it lying around in other people’s homes.” 

So saying, Sephiroth pulled the t-shirt off over his head, and held it out to Reno.

“What the—you can’t just—naked!” Reno sputtered, pointing the lollipop at him. “Rude! Your boyfriend is stripping in the living room!”

“Busy, take pictures,” Rude’s patently unconcerned voice called back, from the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Sephiroth had snatched the shirt away, just as Reno reached for it, and was now holding it high above his head, while the much smaller man tried in vain to jump up and grab it.

“Why am I not surprised to find you two half-clothed and fighting, like a couple of children,” Tseng sighed, as he stepped in the front door, followed closely by Elena. 

“Leave it to me, sir! I’ll defuse the situation!” Elena declared, reaching for her sidearm.

Tseng held up a hand to stop her. “When has your interference ever defused a situation? And I told you on the way here, no guns in the house.”

“R—right, sir. Sorry, sir,” Elena said sheepishly, withdrawing her hand from the concealed holster. 

“Welcome, Tseng and…colleague,” said Sephiroth, who had his hand on Reno’s head and was still keeping the t-shirt away from him. “Please, make yourselves at home. Dinner is almost ready.”

“And colleague?” Elena pouted. “Do you even know my name?”

“How rude of me. Of course I do. You are…uh…Cissnei?”

“No, I’m—” She broke off and her shoulders slumped dejectedly, as Reno nearly expired laughing. “Ugh, forget it. Enjoy your dinner, everyone. I’ll just wait in the car.” 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Tseng announced, in that calm, paternal tone, that made people instinctively want to obey him. “Reno, shut up. Elena, sit down. Sephiroth, give Reno his shirt and go put one on. Now.”

Looking like chastised school children, Reno stifled his laughter, Elena went and sat down on the sofa, and Sephiroth relinquished the shirt before vanishing upstairs. 

“Hey, at least wash it first! I don’t want your stink all over it!” Reno shouted after him. Then he sniffed the shirt and his expression changed. “What the fuck, this is what you smell like?! What is that, cedar and sagebrush? And…rain? Elena, smell this!”

“Gross, I’m not sniffing some guy’s—oh, holy shit that smells amazing! He should bottle this and sell it!”

“Keep that thing away from me,” Tseng warned, as Reno brandished the rumpled t-shirt and advanced upon him. “I already know how wonderful Sephiroth smells, I don’t need a cat-hair covered reminder.”

“Oh, there is cat hair all over it. Damn it, it got on my suit.”

At that moment, Rude stepped out of the kitchen, wiping his hands with a towel. “Dinner. If you’re all finished sniffing my boyfriend’s dirty clothes, that is.”

“If I could just—one more. Yes, all done,” Elena said, letting go of the t-shirt, which Reno was forcefully tugging away from her. 

“The food smells great, too, partner!” Reno grinned, which expression collapsed back into a scowl, as Sephiroth reappeared, wearing the exact same t-shirt as before, only several sizes larger. “If you had Rude’s the whole time, why were you wearing mine?!”

“I just found it, now. You whine a lot, for an adult man. Are you certain you’re not a teenaged girl?”

“Wow,” said petite Elena, whose head wasn’t even level with the huge former SOLDIER’s spectacular pectorals. “I’ve never seen you with a shirt on, general. You look really nice.”

Sephiroth smiled. “That’s very kind of you. Thank you, Cissnei.” 

“I’m not—ugh, whatever. You’re welcome. Let’s eat.”

[xxwitchylanexx]

Glories in Gunpowder and Parades- Cloud x Reader

Rebirth Retold Chapter 7

Spoilers for Junon chapter on rebirth but no important event spoilers

I really hate how they didn't put Reno in Junon in rebirth so I added him in a little. Next chapter will be a little shorter but will hopefully be up in the next week or so. Hope you enjoy!!

Minors DNI

Chapter 8

Masterlist

*~*

The day for Shinra’s inauguration parade had finally come. When you woke from a restful sleep that morning in Under Junon you could almost feel the restless chatter from the citizen under the plate. The elevator had double the amount of security it usually did so there was no way your comrades would be able to slip up undetected.

The six of you stood huddled outside the inn brainstorming a way to get inside the fortress. Barret, being himself, suggested you just storm the elevator and force your way in, and as you can imagine no one agreed with him. You were about to suggest a plan using morph materia when Priscilla, that ninja girl’s friend, approached the group with a solution.

It must have been your lucky day. If you were under any other circumstances you’d never have the chance to see tough guy Cloud sitting upon Mr. Dolphin’s back as the took a lap around the lagoon. You were wildly amused along with the rest of the gang. Tifa whooped and cheered him in front of you; waving her arms enthusiastically in the air, shouting ‘you can do it’ and so on. Your inner war with the brunette finally disbanded. The conversation with Cloud in the bar allowing you to let go of the unwanted festering feelings.

Aerith was beside you clapped excitedly at the show and giggling away at the way his spiky hair flattened against his face as the drooped under the weight of the water. Barret was yelling to get in with it just behind you, you swore he was only crabby because he secretly wanted to storm the elevator. Red sat the furthest away from the water his tail standing rigid in a hook, the flickering flame causing little red dots in your vision before you looked back to Cloud’s skillful performance.

In truth, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Your e/c orbs dragged over the hard lines of his body that his wet clothing enhanced. His broad shoulders were deliciously on display, and the hard planes of muscle rippled along his back as he stroked through the water. Aerith nudged you in the soft spot between your hip and rips with her elbow leaning. She leaned in just close enough to whisper in your ear followed by a giggle at your expense. “You like what you see?” Your face flushed as you glared down at her, without any real heat. You watched your feet intently as you considered jumping into the sea yourself to cool you off.

You missed his final flourish trying to make a point that you weren’t ogling the man to Aerith. Moments after the rest of you rowed out to the boat he lowered, your makeshift elevator, and ascended into the winding halls of the Upper Junon fortress. Aerith volunteered to you to stay behind to wait for Cloud, another ploy to keep the two of you together. You grumbled about it but honestly at least you’d have a break from the perky girl’s pestering.

Five or six minutes later he emerged from the next room over. You waved your arm above your head lazily to capture his attention. You greeted him with a simple ‘hey’ as he approached you.

“Hey.” He shifted his weight from one side to the other.

“Thanks for the lift. They went this way.” You pointed your thumb behind to emphasize where the others went.

“Let’s get a move on.” You waved your arm to beckon him onward. With a huff at your insistence he trudged forward.

You kept your pace even and measured not too slow to lose him, but not fast enough to think you were eager. You didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention as you walked down the enemy’s halls. You eyed him up and down taking in the way his clothes and hair already appeared to be mostly dry already. The quiet was never uncomfortable around him, but you wouldn’t really be you if you didn’t poke some fun here and there. “So… do you ride on dolphins often, or are you just a natural?”

He faltered in his step before correcting the chip in his facade casting a glimpse over his shoulder before staring ahead once more. “It was…” He cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nothing to it.”

You rolled your eyes at his sense of bravado. “Always the showman.” At the end of the hallway the walls widened up into a square archway with subtle peeks of the great blue sky outdoors. “Up there.” As you neared the opening you could see your friends spread out along the steel platform gawking at the view.

You’ve seen The Sister Ray before but never this close, or from this angle. You leaned onto the metal fencing to get a good look you at it. You could see all the grooves and braces along its metal barrel looming out over the sea. The sun glared down onto its length making it hard to look at it long term, but it was a sight to behold. For a weapon of mass destruction, that is.

Cloud gripped at the railing next to you, leaning over it to look at the floor below. “Less security than I thought.”

“More worried about the parade?” Aerith asked from your side.

“Guess thing have changed.” You turned and leaned your back against the fence to see him properly. “They got higher priorities.” Barret replied.

“Personally, I think that’s a good thing.” Tifa said, and you’d have to agree. It was nice to see them focus more on spirit than war. Even if it was just to boost the newly appointed president’s ego.

Red padded up to side and sat back on his haunches rubbing against your leg in the process. “The city’s size on the other hand… the robed men won’t be easy to find.”

“Well they’re definitely not here.” Cloud concluded. “Let’s head into town.” He wasted no time as he started his climb up the number of staircases ahead of you, even taking two or three at a time. You waited for the others to go first except for Barret who insisted on taking the rear.

You climbed the steps just behind Aerith, the girl looking over her arm at you every so often. “Have you been here before?”

“A couple of times. Though I was only passing through.” You grabbed the smooth railing.

“Have you traveled a lot?” Tifa asked from her position a few steps higher than Aerith.

“Yeah, mostly just this continent and the next one over. Most of my clients don’t go farther than the saucer, though I have visited the ranches farther out.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting the top floor to look like, but you hadn’t expected it to be out in the open. The roof was wide and flat. Long enough to fit multiple airstrips. A few planes were stationed here and there near with a few designated pilots expecting each air craft. The whole place was packed with soldiers all lined up in rows and columns for practice drills. Each commanding officer stood at the forefront of their squad to give out orders.

You realize that the parade was a huge televised event, however you found it pretty odd that not one trooper noticed your not so subtle group wandering around in a restricted area. Were they just negligent in their duties or was your group expected to be here you wondered.

“Any idea what that is?” Tifa inquired. You shifted to see what she was referring to. An aircraft, far larger than any plane, ship, or truck you’ve ever seen, sat proudly at the front of the airway. Its wings spread wide across the surface, and the Shinra logo painted along its massive side. The sheer strength in its propellers, as they rotated rapidly along its axis, disturbed the natural force of the wind around the airstrip. along with may elite forces gathered around it.

“The Highwind.” Cloud explained. “Shinra’s pride and joy. The fastest, most advanced, airship in the fleet.”

“That explains the elite troops.” You added as you counted five, no six elite security officers circling around the vessel.

“Screw the boat.” Barret said. “Let’s take that.” Tifa nudged his sides as if to say ‘shut up’.

“Less you got a trained crew and piloting skills we don’t know about… we’re stickin’ with the boat.”

“That’s too bad. Would’ve been perfect.” Tifa sighed, clearly disappointed. You shared her sentiment. You preferred to travel by plane a hell of a lot more than boat. Planes were faster and less shaky. The constant swaying and creaking of sea travel reeked havoc on your stomach.

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” Cloud replied, his statement the end of the conversation as the six of you searched for a way down to the city.

You admired the layout and design as you walked. Every path was lined with royal red runners with a simple pattern embroidered along the edges in gold. Flags, with the Shinra crest printed on each one, of the same color waved around in the breeze. An army of soldiers, regular foot soldiers that is, covered every inch of this place. You could hear the cheerful laughter, and the fumbling of their rifles as they practiced their drills. A few commanders were berating their officers for stupid mistakes, or tardiness, each one on the receiving end all just answered with ‘sir, yes, sir’. You don’t think you’d would ever make it in a job like this. Blindly following orders wasn’t your style, and the disrespect each one puts up with under the guise of ‘discipline’ pissed you off. Whether your rank is at the bottom or near the top no one has a right to disrespect another human being. You line of sight quickly shifted to the back of the person in front of you, now face to face with the dark fabric of Cloud’s at the base of his neck. At one time was Cloud at the bottom of he barrel too, or did he qualify to start higher on the totem pole? It was hard for you to picture him in a trooper’s uniform taking the verbal assault from a higher officer.

What really didn’t make sense to you was why was every individual was okay with being treated this way. Why was it worth it to lay their lives down for a company that was willing to throw those very lives away to make money or regain control or simply to make a statement. You couldn’t possibly believe the salary was good considering all the officials of the company were scheming assholes. Did they truly think Shinra was a just employer or was it fear?

Cloud approached a terminal amongst a few consoles along a large wall and typed in a bunch of stuff like it was second nature. Once it lurched forward you realized the platform everyone was on was an elevator that led to the city. You stared at the terminal dumbfounded that it was so easily accessible. Sure, a soldier probably has access to most things in every facility, but can you imagine the sheer arrogance they have not to change any codes or procedures. Especially since they are highly aware that one left their employment, and is actively working against them. In your opinion that was a huge security liability.

“So Cloud, what can you tell us about Junon?” Aerith asked as the elevator churned downwards.

“It’s a key military outpost with its own offshore reactor. A critical line of defense against any seaborne assault. When needed, it can transform into an armed fortress. It’s strategic location, along with its air and seaport, make it second only to Midgar as the company’s most vital city.” He listed off the facts as if he was reading a menu.

“Huh, neat. Any good restaurants? Sights to see?” she asked.

“Uh.. maybe? I dunno.” You smiled. Of course he’d never sightsee. All business, this one.

“Ah, right. You’re not the touristy type.” She shuffled from one foot to the other as she looked out to what was beneath you.

“If you’re looking for great landscapes, you’ll like the bridge.” You answered in his stead, everyone turning to look at you while you talked. “Otherwise the main drag has lots of different stalls and vendors.”

“It’s so cool you know this stuff.” Aerith gushed.

You shrugged, “I pass through here often.”

Barret grunted from his corner of the elevator. “Hey just to be clear, you do realize we’re not here on vacation, right?”

“Of course I do!” Aerith huffed, annoyed he even thought she was slacking off. “Hey, look! What’s that about?”

You shuffled closer to the railing between where she was and where Cloud was settled in the corner, and peered over the ledge. The sharp instructions you overhead making more sense now that you were looking at the squad lined up beneath you. It didn’t pertain to you nor did interest you so you straightened once again and wait for the lift to finally reach the bottom. The elevator began to grind against the track as it came to a stop, and you all quickly shuffled off.

“Those troopers looked pretty psyched for the parade, huh?” Tifa pointed out.

“More like eager to prance around for their new paymaster.” Barret quipped. “Now I know what y’all are gonna say, but I gotta ask.”

“What?” Cloud asked flatly.

“If Rufus is in town, are we really gonna let this opportunity pass us by? Hell, I’m not sayin’ we kill the man- but we oughta at least give him a talkin’ to. Rough him up a little maybe, y’know?”

“Actually,” Aerith spoke up, “I’m gonna have to agree. First the turks say, ‘Do whatever-we’re not after you.’ but then Cloud’s biker buddy rolls up and says he is. We gotta straighten this out.” You recalled her discussion with Tifa on the way to Crow’s Nest pertaining this topic. It was a valid concern, though you wondered if Rufus cared about her at all. I mean think about it; they were following the robes too there’s no denying that. You had a hunch that it might be Hojo that wanted her back so desperately.

“Okay, but how?” Tifa asked, one hand perched on her hip. “We can’t just walk up to the president in the street.” That’s true. This group didn’t exactly blend in with a crowd.

Perhaps you could, but you weren’t so eager to paint a target on your back as well. After all you’d be on your own again eventually. “Or maybe we can.” Cloud said.

Barret bounced on his heels as he practically skipped closer. “We bust up his parade!”

Cloud pushed him back. “No, that’s how we die in a hail of bullets like a bunch if dumbasses. The city is crawling with Shinra’s troopers.” He paused before continuing. “We join the parade. Hide in plain sight. Get in, get close, get answers.”

“Seriously?” Tifa asked.

He between Aerith and Tifa. “Sure.”

“Wow, that’s good!” Aerith said with her finger pressed to her cheek.

“No argument here.” Barret crossed his arms, or well arm and his newest attachment.

“Barret, Red you guys find a route to the port; see what security is like. And keep an eye out for the black robes while you’re at it. Y/n, since they’re not looking for you, why don’t you try to get information in town.”

You nodded in agreement while Barret bullied himself into Cloud space once again. “Now hold up!”

“Fatigues won’t be enough to disguise you two.”

“True enough.” Red agreed.

Barret resigned with a mumbled ‘shuddup’ as Cloud looked over to you once again. “See you in a bit. I gotta go find a uniform.” You gave him a half hearted wave as he walked off with the other two. Aerith playfully pushing him on the arm and Tifa following after with her arm clasped behind her back. Barret and Red also quickly faded into the crowd of pedestrians wandering the great streets of the bustling city, leaving you there all alone.

*~*

The upper city Junon was generally a quiet and peaceful town to visit, though not everyone has had the privilege to see it. First and fore most Junon was a military outpost, like Cloud had said, so it had a smaller population than most places in Gaia. It’s residents made up of mostly army staff, researchers, sailors, and airmen to employ Shinra’s monopoly of transportation. Any others that wished to visit the city or sail to the next continent had to shell out a hefty sum for tickets and a permit to proceed through the fortress. However today, the narrow streets and winding alleys were jam packed festive tourists and plastered in tacky patriotic propaganda.

Royal red pennants, emblazoned with the Shinra crest, flapped with every salty sea breeze, identical banners hung at the entrance to nearly every establishment you’ve seen so far, signs and posters were on display across every billboard in town, and every single shop (conveniently owned by Shinra affiliates) had some kind of a promotions, featuring the guest of honor, to sucker their consumers into thinking they were getting a decent purchase or rate for their hotel accommodations. You’ve nearly spent half the day weaving through waves of frolicking tourists between the pop up stores and street attractions, and shrugging off the sloppy drunks trying to pick up anyone willing to go back to their room.

Everywhere you looked there was something special for the occasion: colorful face paint adorning the faces of passerby, life size Rufus Shinra cutouts around every corner, signed autograph cards from the open stalls along the streets, vouchers you could win in a raffle for a tour of the Shinra building in Midgar, and the list went on and on. If you hadn’t been given a task you’d have holed yourself up by now to escape the frivolity of the entire celebration. Nothing like an inauguration of a communist to really get people going.

Not that you’ve learned anything useful. The docks were off limit for the time being and even if you wanted to sneak in, every nook and cranny was heavily guarded. Even cruise ticket holders were restricted until after the ceremony. The few troopers that were actually on duty were unwilling to share anything of value. They just urged you to find a spot along the parade route or settle somewhere with a TV to watch the televised program with promises that you would see the president present the award to the best preforming squad.

With no leads elsewhere, you found yourself at a quiet little food truck along the seawall. It was old and clunky but disguised as ‘Rufus’s favorite street meat’ as if anyone would actually believe that the president himself waltz along the streets looking for foot cart dishes. The gaudy decor draped across it’s flat surfaces did succeed in matching the excitement of the event. Honestly you’d think it came right from the train graveyard in the slums. The spinning hot dog on the roof swiveled around slowly as it played some distorted whimsical tune like the vehicle had spent a lot of time under water. Red and gold garland wrapped around the top concealing little bullet holes along the roof. An oversized banner, as tall as you, was plastered over the window hiding the cracks in the glass that advertised their signature rainbow slushies and a ‘Rufus dog’, which was just a fancy hot dog with Rufus Shinra’s, or so they claim, favorite toppings.

Your stomach growled as an array of delicious smells wafting through the air from the surrounding stalls assaulted your nostrils. After a small debate on whether this place would kill you or not you caved and got into line just behind the one other customer. As you waited a steady trail of people trailed behind you all creating a wall from your position to the small stage where an event was about to begin.

Honestly, you should’ve known better than trying to find the attraction. You perched on the tops of your toes trying to see over the wave of celebrators, your balance near perfect, but your reaction time delayed. You heard the girl sniffling long before you saw her backing up your way and before your flats of your feet touched the ground again it was too late to get step out of her path.

So there you are being pushed backwards, your arms out to catch your upper body as your ass landed harshly against the pavement, and that wasn’t even the worst part. You only seen a brief flash of color and a plastic cup before you squeezed your eyes shut and prepared for the chilly beverages to splatter across your face before soaking into your clothes. You swallowed the shriek that caught in your throat on contact, and a shiver rippled down your spine as you exhaled deeply through your nose and slowly rose to your feet wiping some of the frozen slush off your chest.

“OHMYGODS! OHMYGODS!” Her hands frantically waving in front of her, her bracelet clinking against itself as she moved. “I am SOO sorry! I wasn’t looking. I am so so sorry.” You wiped a bit of the melting slush from your cheek before studying your assailant.

Her rose hair was what stood out to you first. Each lock curled in a perfect ringlet and framing her face nicely. Then there were her eyes: oval pools of grey, wide in shock and glassy with unshed tears. Once perfectly applied makeup now streaked towards the corners like she’d been wiping the few drops that made it past her lash line. She was shorter than you by a few inches and her frame was small, and lithe. Her shoulders were curled inward, and hands clenched around the once full beverages and trembled at her sides.

She swiped furiously the new tears that slipped free. “I have a room a-at the hotel across the street if you want to freshen up and change. I-I really really am sorry.” Her head hung in shame. Her bottom lip shook between her teeth.

“It’s okay. It was an accident.” You leaned down to peer at her face. “I actually don’t have anything else to wear. I’m just passing through.” She lifted her head, just slightly, to meet your eyes. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll dry. Besides, it looks like you have somewhere else to be.”

She straightened entirely, the tension between the blades of her shoulders easing, before dropping the plastic cups to clatter on the pavement and swiftly grabbing your hand to tug you along behind her. “Don’t you worry! I have extras!” Your dominant hand twisted behind your back to grab the hilt of your weapon as your limbic system trying to trigger the part of your brain into into fight mode. She must’ve seen you reaching for it cause she released your wrist as if you’re skin burned her. She hugged her arms weekly one palm rubbing at her bicep. “Sorry… I’m not trying to kidnap you. I mean look at you,” she gestured at all of you, “I hardly doubt I’d even be a threat to you.” You loosened your hold on the sword and let your arm fall back to your side. “Look,” she said. “I was stood up. I’m not busy. So please let me at least give you something to wear.”

“Well,” your nose wrinkled in disgust at the overly sweet smell permeating your clothes. “I do hate wet clothes.” You shrugged. Her despondent aura quickly transformed into something much lighter and outgoing. Her smile nearly stretched from ear to ear, her pearly white teeth capable of brightening a cloudy sky, as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Okay, this way.” Without wasting another second, she resumed her quick pace through the crowd, this time with you close behind. As she led you she babbled on about how she’s from Kalm, and came to see the parade before she traveled to Costa Del Sol tomorrow for a new job. You nodded along as you took mental notes on noticeable landmarks to find your way back later. Your ears trained on any distressing sounds while half heartedly listening to this woman’s story.

You marveled at the size and clarity of the glass doors of whatever hotel she brought you too, stretching at least fifteen feet taller than you. Large glass windows were on either side of the door and you nearly gasped when you turned. In the center of the lobby surrounded by curved wooden benches sat a proud replica of the Sister Ray. The thing was enormous! Nearly the size of an actual tank, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a functioning model.

The young woman zig zagged through the lingering guests trying to check in. Once again, you quickly scanned for possible exits and dangers that may be lurking in the dim corners. Just because you weren’t a fugitive like your companions didn’t mean you were safe. Anyone could have seen you with them, and it only took one onlooker to put you in danger. Caution and contingency plans are essential.

You gripped onto one of the railings as the two of you set walked up the stairs. She told you about the guy she was suppose to meet. They had met at the gate of the city when they were waited to acquired a travel permit. They hit it off, and had a lot in common so thinking that that might have been the beginning of something she asked if he wanted to meet up later. He seemed to be on the same page and agreed telling her to meet him at the seaway. He never turned up. She waited a couple hours after the time they agreed on before she finally gave up and quite literally stumbled into you. She feet came to a stop in front of room 304 and she quickly produced a keycard and held it to the sensor before she pushed the door open, and pulled you in behind her with a ‘tada!’.

“I’m Riza, by the way.” She waved her hand towards the extravagant king size bed, a silent invitation to make yourself comfortable. You ran your hands along the smooth red silk as she trotted over to the closet. Your eyes skimmed along the beautifully detailed painting of the flora and fauna of Junon that used to grow around the area before moving on to the pristinely crafted golden sconces and wooden paneled walls. The place was certainly one of the higher tier hotels in the city. You could only imagine the small fortune one must have to stay here. “I hope a sundress is okay. I packed for the beach.” Riza called out to you from the other side of the closet doors.

“Anything is fine. I really appreciate it.” Riza stepped back and closed the door, returning with a lovely blue chiffon fabric folded over her forearm.

“I think this one will look amazing on you. Go try it on!” She practically shoved the material into your hands before you awkwardly shuffled into the bathroom just behind her. “Feel free to use the hairbrush, make up, or well anything!”

“Thank you!” You called over your shoulder before shutting the door with a click and locking the door behind you. You blew a lock of hair out of your face as you stared at your reflection. You looked like you’d just robbed a circus with the various colors staining your clothes.

Some purple and blue tones had dried on your face, and most of your hair had escaped the tight braid you had put it in. You reached behind you to pull the tie free only to discover that it was no longer there. It must've fallen off when you fell earlier. You sighed. You hoped Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith were faring better than you.

Fifteen minutes later you emerged from the bathroom in a simple pale blue off the shoulder sundress with sheer batwing sleeves that flowed till just above your elbows round the entire breast line which accented the are nicely making your s/c really glow. The high waist pinched just at the divot between your ribs and hips then the sheer material cascaded around your calves in a tent silhouette. The lining under the flowy fabric was short and fitted to your form and stopped mid thigh. You brushed out the snarls at the ends of your hair prior to tucking a few locks behind your ears. You normally didn’t let it free, being mid back length it often got in your way, but you'd manage for now. You clipped and fastened the leather strap of your equipment at the waist line and fidgeted with a skirt for a moment before speaking up. “It fits great. Are you sure this is okay? We probably won’t meet again so I won’t be able to return it.”

She did a lap around you to take in every detail of your appearance, her irises dragging from head to toe, before she leaned against a cabinet near the bed. “Girl, don’t worry about it. It looks WAY better on you than me. Though it’d be better without that bag and sword.” She pointed at your equipment that you had secured it to its proper place.

You ignored the statement, not one to forego safety for fashion. “Look, I hate to just change and run, but I do have somewhere to be.”

“No worries! Sorry again.”

You stuffed your wet clothes into your pack and slipped your socks and boots back on before saying your goodbyes. “It was nice to meet you Riza. Good luck on your new position, and enjoy the beach.” You reached to pull the door open before you paused and turned to address her one more time. “That guy, by the way, is an idiot. You’re a gorgeous girl and I don’t come across truly kind people anymore. Don't settle for someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

You opened the door and slipped back into the hallway before she could respond. Each footstep muffled against the carpeted halls as you weaved yourself back into the bustling streets.

*~*

Time was running out and you still hadn’t learned anything that might have given your group an edge. You spent another hour and a half soaking in the whispered rumors, but none knew anything of value. What you needed was to find a middle to high level employee off duty and relaxing, preferably a man so you could charm some info right out of him, but you would settle for anyone at this point. Now if you a valuable employee that had time to spare where would you kill time?

In the barracks you chatted with a nice drill sergeant that showed you some of the routines they planned to perform so maybe Cloud could use that to come up with a better one. You ran into a middle class manager that you learned was leaving for vacation tomorrow since the cruise ships weren’t leaving the harbor until tomorrow. So that really put a wrench in making a getaway plan. You did run into a rather interesting establishment that you swore that bald turk escaped into, but you weren’t granted access unless you shave your head. A bald bar? Really? Eventually you happened by a lounge that looked promising.

The le Sourie, the brick side of the building read. You admired the large purple flowers that decorated the floor to ceiling entrance. The were even more impressive when you realized they were real and well maintained. Definitely a costly expense in this region. Two men stood guard on either side of the tinted glass door, one broad and nearly six feet tall and the other more lanky and around five-two-the second holding a clipboard and scanning what you guessed was a list. You readied your permit, ready to show them and possibly flirt your way in when the second man eyed you up and down before nodding to the towering man who firmly grabbed the handle and pulled it open for you. You weren’t naive you knew you were conventionally attractive, but you were surprised that they were so willing to let any and all beautiful women pass through.

You were immediately bathed in a faint blue light as you walked in. You looked up briefly to see the flower shape light fixtures above you before following the walkway illuminated by more blue faintly glowing floor runners on each side of the deep dark wooden planks. It was a beautiful place: smooth and sleek features, both table and booth seating arrangements, the counter at the bar was up a platform. A TV was mounted on each wall so everyone could view the parade, or there were two or three private booths with a partition to make it feel secluded- VIP section you imagine. Most tables were occupied with patrons engaged in intimate conversations whereas the bar was mostly open.

You took a seat on one of the plush bar stools toward the end of the counter closest to a screen and signaled for the bartender. You gazed at the long list of assorted liquors and asked the woman for something sweet and would go down easy. You didn’t often partake in drinking. You preferred to stay sharp, usually only participating when you're accompanying a client or target. You tended to be looser, and you certainly made seducing a target easier if you arent attracted to them. Your eyes flicked to the screen while the server went to make your poison of choice. You were quickly uninterested as soon as you seen the reporter interviewing a foot soldier. Nothing of interest.

You turned your attention to the far wall, looking for the source of music you kept hearing, where they had a small group of musicians playing. You’ve always had a love for the piano and you played a bit yourself from time to time though that night with Cloud was the first time you played in a few years. Time truly did get away from you when you stayed so busy. The instruments all harmonized nicely with the clean notes of the piano to the smooth brassy tones of the sax. You were a bit surprised that they had a full drum set in such a compact space, but the musician played in a way that was soft and gave the piece a nice low beat.

You sipped at your drink and eyes slowly trailed back to the TV. The reporter was still interviewing the same soldiers about their upcoming performance. They were asking if the troop could share some of the moves they were going to do when the low timbre of someone familiar filtered through the speakers, and shot of excitement rippled down your spine. Your eyes were now glued to the screen above you looking for him. You nearly gave up, convinced you were hearing things, until the camera honed in on the newest soldier in the interview and those bold blue eyes stared back at you through the screen. You’d know those eyes anywhere. A breathy laugh emanated from your mouth as his signature features show through his clever disguise. He looked uncomfortable under the reporter’s attention and stumbled at her aggressive questioning.

“How do you plan to set your team from the rest?” She asked as she shoved the microphone to his face.

“We… Uh…” He snaked his hand behind his head to scratch at his neck, something you’ve come to notice he does when he’s nervous, but the hand fell back to his side when the tips felt the metal of the helmet. Curious that his was different than the rest if them.

“Whoa… Right!” An eager trooper beside him came forward. “I see what you mean, captain.” Oh… Captain? You smiled. That’s cute. “We can’t go spilling our secrets to anyone who asks- especially on camera!”

His flustered and stuttering nervousness changed into the more stern and brusk part of him that was familiar to you. Confident, like he’s done this many many times before. “Break time’s over, people. The parade’s about to begin. Follow me!”

All the troopers jumped to attention before yelling out “Sir!” and the whole group, Cloud included, rushed out of whatever building they had been in. The camera followed after them for a moment before the camera swiveled and then cut off all together and the station switched into some Shinra infomercial.

You shook your head. He always seemed to tell everyone to lay low and out of sight so why was it that he was always the one to somehow stand out the most? You knew they were going to join the parade, but you hadn’t expected to get himself promoted.

“What’s a cute girl like you, doing in a bar, all alone?” You turned to look at the man who slid into the stool next to you. His wild flaming red spikes tied in a low pony was the first thing to catch your eye. The looks looked soft to the touch the front of it pushed up out of his face by the pair of black goggles he wore along his hairline. Then it was his eyes. The turquoise orbs crackled with sparks of mischief that reminded you of a strikes of lightning on a stormy day. You didn’t miss the underlying fire that smoldered back at you just waiting for a chance to light you up.

You made a show of raking your eyes over his slanted brows and further down to his sharp straight nose. You let a small coy smile spread before bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes settled on his cocky smirk across one half of his mouth. His tidy black suit, if not a little unprofessional, was left open to reveal the toned muscle on his chest underneath. A turk, and one that hadn’t met you in the mines. You could work with this.

“Shouldn’t you be on duty today?” you asked as you turned in your chair to face him. You propped your elbow onto the bar, delicately set your chin into your palm, and crossed one leg over the other which cause the edge of your dress drag down to your thigh.

“Man, I wish.” He sprawled out on the chair with his upper body angled towards you. “Bosses got me on vacation instead of chasing bad guys.” he took a swig from his own drink before signally the bartender for another round.

“Ah, that’s too bad.” You said with faux sympathy. “Would’ve loved to see you in action.” your sultry tone felt foreign on your tongue. You polished off your own drink needing a boost of liquid courage to rid yourself of the get over the tension. You hadn’t needed to do this since you left Midgar, and the fact that it comes so easy to you was unsettling. He drug his chair closer to yours, the legs scratching against the floor, as the bartender brought over the next round. You acted surprised when they set a second one down in front of you too. “Oh, thank you.”

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be buying her own drinks. Names Reno.” He stood on the bottom rungs of the stool to look down the bar then returned to his seat. He leaned close enough to your ear that you could feel the hot breath fan over the appendage as he spoke. “And between you and me, I heard that terrorist group’s in town. ��M pretty pissed not to be chasing after ’em.” You twirled a lock of hair around your index finger as you listened to every syllable he said every once in a while flicking your eyes down to his parted lips. He leaned back, but only a little. “But, don’t worry! I may be takin’ a breather but I’ll protect you.”

“I must be lucky.” You took another sip. “Tell me though, why are you spending your vacation in a bar? A man in your position must be able to go wherever.”

He put one arm on the bar right next to yours, the light skin contact making your skin crawl, and the other on one of the rungs of the stool behind you. You scootched to the edge of your seat just enough that he thought you were interested. Conveniently from this angle you could see all the way to his belt buckle, and you noted the bandages wrapped around his defined abs. So out on injury then. “Heading to Costa Del Sol tomorrow.”

You looked back up at him through your lashes, and tilted your head slightly. “Why not today?” You asked hoping he’d provide an alternative to the closed port.

“Coulda, but only the Shinra-8 is sailing today. I’m waiting for the Shinra-10. Private cabins.” He winked. “Sure could use some company.” The hand behind you coming up to smooth along the skin of your exposed thigh.

You let out a breathy sigh to mask the repulsion that coursed through you. Despite the urge to break his hand you returned the gesture by running your hand down the length of his arm in response. “Perhaps I’ll see you on the ship.” Your gaze flicked towards the door for a second, to search for thee streak that you caught in your peripheral, before quickly taking a second glance. The blood pounding in your ears droned out whatever Reno was saying as you looked the shadows outside the window. Even under that red dingy helmet you’d know Cloud Strife anywhere.

Your heart stopped, if only for a moment, when your hazy eyes met his. Unlike any other time he’s looked at you his harsh stare was molten, hardened, and angry. Maybe it was the two cocktails coursing through your blood or just the desire you kept locked away, but right then and there you wished it was him touching you right now. Your core throbbing at the mere idea of his bare hands sliding up your thigh and under your dress. How you wished for his skin to press against yours.

His expression was blank, guarded, but his hands clenched into fists at his sides. You didn’t want to turn your attention back to the Turk next to you, but you had a job to do. You only hoped he’d understand what he saw was a ruse, but you wouldn’t blame him if he was angry. You had just joined the group and now your practically in the lap of his enemy. You peered up at Reno through the fallen locks of your bangs, batting your lashes a few times to make you seem daft, before taking a long look at the palm on your thigh.

“What wrong, princess?” Of course he’d notice, he was a Turk after all. You learned enough you supposed.

“Nothing. I just saw the friend I was meeting.” You retreated from his hold and smoothed down your dress. You wanted to clear up the misunderstanding before the parade started. “Thank you so much for the drink, Reno, and hopefully, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You gave his arm one more lingering touch before you turned from him and sauntered towards the exit.

“Hey! What’s your name?” He called after you.

You offered no answer. Your only farewell was the wave over your shoulder as he was, without a doubt, watching you leave. Your hands trembled slightly in anticipation, but not nervous and more importantly not afraid as you set your sights on one man. Yeah, it’s definitely the alcohol.

*~*

Cloud was electrified the moment he saw you sitting there. He wasn’t even sure he was breathing. The world around him suddenly didn’t seem to matter as he shamelessly drank you in. It never occurred to him that you could look so delicate, so lady-like, after reveling in the way you struck down fiend after fiend without hesitation. The smooth skin of your shoulders captivated him, and his heart nearly burst through his chest as his eyes dipped lower down your chest. Heat surged through him as all the blood once again rushed to his dick. One smooth leg, all the way up to your thigh, on display through the slit of this new sundress. He barely registered the was the pale blue of the dress complemented your skin tone.

Then he realized exactly what he was watching. It was like someone poured ice water down his back in the middle of summer and lit a fire hotter than Ifrit’s flame deep in his belly. He jaw clenched together as he ground his teeth almost painfully as that asshole touched you so brazenly the way he should be touching you. He was really pissed he hadn’t killed him back in Midgar.

However, it was the way your hand trailed down his bicep and settled gently against his forearm, that turned the rage into nausea. The taste of bile on his tongue growing sharper as your lashes fluttered as he talked to you. His hands clench at the way you laughed at whatever ridiculous thing he said. The whole encounter set of a cocktail of emotions in the pit of his stomach that Cloud didn’t have the tools to deal with so instead he focused on the blood lust that clouded his brain. His posture became rigid as he tried to keep himself on this side of the glass as Reno leaned into you, the gap between the two of you becoming way to slim for his liking.

Part of him knew there must be a logical explanation; you didn’t seem like the type to go finding guys in bars let alone that fucker. He wanted to look away, but he was physically unable to tear his eyes away. He wished to be anywhere but here. Maybe the Gods took pity on him, or maybe you had a sixth sense that told you when he stared at you for to long because the moment your eyes met his across the building and through the glass Cloud couldn’t breathe.

His heart pounded relentlessly against his ribcage at the prospect of being caught, and for a moment the only thing he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. He couldn't grasp the initial plea your eyes conveyed, but moments after they lit up in recognition before glazing over in a heated stare. The heat returned between his legs like molten lava. His entire body lurched forward towards you, wanting nothing than to be slotted between your thighs, before he caught himself, and when you finally looked away he hightailed it out of there.

What the hell was that? He hadn’t done anything wrong so why the hell did he feel guilty? He fucking knew why he just didn't want to acknowledge the hardness between his legs that twitched to life under your sweltering e/c orbs like some kind of closet pervert. A tiny part of him, perhaps the debauchee that kept surfacing, swelled with a pinch of pride and a dash of smugness. You hadn’t looked at Reno like that.

He stomped down the stairs to the main road where he left Tifa and Aerith behind. He chose to ignore their inquiries, instead he stalked across the road to put as much distance between you and him as possible. He was ready to get this shit over with.

He nearly made it to the troops of Midgar’s Seventh Infantry before he heard his name echo above the useless chatter of the far too crowded street. He thinks that he’d always hear your voice calling out to him no matter the distance much like Aerith could hear the Planet. His feet faltered for a moment as he debated if he was going to ignore you or not, but he just didn’t have it in him to walk away from you.

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder and sure as shit there you were chasing after him with your skirt clenched in one hand to keep yourself from tripping over it as you ran after him.

“Told you it involved her.” Aerith said under her breath, his enhanced hearing picking it up despite her efforts to keep quiet.

“Guess I owe you.” Tifa replied.

“Shut up.” He snapped. He stalked towards you to meet you in the middle, leaving the two gossiping girls at the edge of the road.

“Hey.” You took in a few deep breaths. “Nice uniform, captain.”

He groaned. He had somehow forgotten that detail in the last past few minutes. “How’d you-”

“I seen your interview. You play the part well. And you two-” you peered around him. “Look fantastic.”

His eyes narrowed as he studied you as you appeared to be normal not like you had just shared- well whatever that was. “You’re one to talk, y/n.” Aerith said.

“Really, y/n, you look stunning.” Tifa chimed in. He thought so too. He suddenly felt shy with you next to him like this.

“Yeah, well long, story. Anyway, after you the parade find the Shinra-8. It’s the only boat leaving port today, and it leaves soon after the event. It’s the perfect getaway.”

“Got it!” Aerith said. The girls looked towards the main drag when the rest of the squadron all called out for their captain as they finally spotted Cloud’s helmet in the crowd. “Oh! They’re coming this way!”

You looked up at him with those big shining eyes of yours, “Out of time it looks like.”

“We’ll go stall.” Tifa said with a wink before Aerith grabbed her arm and dragged Tifa along with her as she went to distract the incoming hoards of men.

“Uh, thanks.” He said lamely as he scratched at the hairs along his nape.

“The turks know you’re here.” So you did know who Reno was. The residual flickers of fire in his gut subsided when he understood the nature of your encounter. “So be careful, okay?”

“No promises.”

The corner of your mouth quirked upwards, as you peered up at him through your lashes. The strands behind your ears fell around your jawline before you tucked it away once more. His pulse thumped rhymically in his throat as the silence stretched between you. Should he say anything? Should he ask you about what happened? You chewed on your lower lip, perhaps in the same internal battle as him, as the two of you just looked at one another before your eyes settled on his neckline.

You hands reach out for him. Your fingers moving slowly towards his collar pausing to give him time to back away if he so desired. Every instinct told him do so, but there was an ache in the hollow gut that yearned for your touch. He nearly flinched as the tips of your fingers ghosted along his neck, but forced his body to relax under the warm pads of your fingertips. It was brief, no longer than a second or two while you straightened the collar of his uniform, but it was enough for an army of goosebumps to erupt across his sensitive flesh. “Good luck out there. I’ll be watching.”

He swallowed thickly around the thump that formed in the back of his throat and nodded dumbly in confirmation. You smoothed your hands down his shoulders and onto his upper chest before withdrawing from him completely. You jutted your thumb behind you to signal your departure as you stepped backwards into the crowd once again. He heaved in relief when he watched your figured trailing away from the bar.

“You’re right, Aerith. He’s totally in love with her.” He groaned. Just what he needed; another thorn in his side to poke, prodd, and tease.

“Let’s go.” He redirected. “We have a parade to win.”

[phantasmacabre]

I wrote something that isn't sad or Sephiroth centric for once. Happy birthday Aerith!

[hazzyking]

Hazel King's Masterlist/Intro

I tried to tag every story with what is in it, every fic I post has a little warning of what to expect so please read those!!! also, this is an 18+ blog so read at your own risk!

I am taking requests, if you don't see the Fandom below, just ask first. I'm in alot of Fandoms I just haven't written for many yet!

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BG3

Show and Tav:

Lovissa's Act 2 appearance

Wyll and Shadowheart Banter

A clip that broke my heart p1

Lovissa interacting with the group Act 2 part 1

Lovissa interacting with the group Act 1

Things that Lovissa and Astarion do that only happen in my head

How am I Holding up?

Astarion X Lovissa:

Day Walkers

The Bloated Giant

Act 1 Headcannons

Apologize

Revenge

Killing Cazador

This Kiss

Nothing Will Come Between Us

One Piece

Buggy x Reader:

Apologize p1 (Smutt)

Apologize P2 (Smutt)

As the World Falls Down

Buggy Body Part Headcannons p1

Buggy Body Part Headcannons p2

Scar Tissue (Fluff)

When your not Around (Smutt)

Law X OC

Ink (smutt)

Ame Newgate:

Ame The Rain Storm

OC Information

Summer Wine ((Ame X Choo))

Newgate

Chapter One: Somewhere Beyond the Sea

Mihawk x Reader:

Just a guy in a Bar p1

Just a guy in a Bar p2 (Smutt)

FF7

Reno X Reader:

Wet, Wild and a little Flashy. (Smutt)

Sephiroth X Reader:

When No One is Watching p1

FF7 Story:

You'll never fucking guess this, but I'm re writing it again!

Holiday Specials ((multi fandom))

A New Years Kiss ((smutt suggestive))

SOA/ Mayans MC

Alvarez x Reader:

Appearances (Smutt)

Hollyoaks

Simon Walker x Reader

Behave (smutt)

[breserker]

Tserith Week Day 1 - Dance

FF7 Fic Rating: G Words: 2,114 Romantic Fluff

“No waltzing?” she breathed.

“None.” he answered.

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She had always wanted to try it despite not knowing how, but the moment she stood at the edge of the ballroom she hesitated and truly felt how much she didn’t know. More than once a generous dancer had asked her to step onto the floor proper, but she awkwardly refused each one. Even at their insistence she refused them.

There was a bit of a complication to it, really. Aeris had delighted in seeing romantic waltzes in the theatrical plays she attended, always with a Turk’s breath at the back of her neck. She could never enjoy them with Reno, Rude was always moved alongside her, and Tseng…

Well, there was a bit of petty resentment towards him.

Read More on AO3...

Tserith Week Prompts

[demialwrites]

Dating a chocobo jockey reader

w/ Reno, Sephiroth, Rufus, Rude, & Cloud

Reno

He may not have been interested in the details of chocobo racing before you started dating but he becomes your loudest fan during your races

He will get in several fights with spectators who bet against you while being especially obnoxious. He doesn't start the verbal part of the fights but he can't help escalating them with threats

You have to ask him to simmer down in the future. As much as you appreciate (and are amused by) his support, you can't get in trouble because of his behaviour

He gets really pouty sometimes because he could be spending more time with you or watching your races if it wasn't for his job

He also is unhappy when your free time doesn't match up with his

When you do meet up after a race, he likes the more exciting attractions at the Gold Saucer, with some drinking and greasy takeout after in the inn at Ghost Square (might as well take advantage of the activities available nearby while you have the time, right?)

After getting a few drinks deep, he will make cheesy jokes that you should ride him in bed

Sephiroth (pre-Nibelheim)

He has as little time as Reno but he will hang around in disguise in the back to catch your races

He initially uses a disguise all in black, on repeat, until you point out that it still draws stares because of his height and standoffish aura. He doesn't like hearing that but it lets you help him pick out clothes (like hoodies and hats in different colours), which he secretly treasures

He could get VIP seats to watch you but he doesn't like to use his Shinra connections like that. Plus, the company would have concrete proof of his whereabouts

His favourite activities at the Gold Saucer involve using his strength or reflexes but he is curious about your favourites, too. He has quite a few top high scores under a pseudonym in various games

He also joins you at the inn, mostly for the privacy it affords the both of you

He is amused by the Tonberry humidifier because of the stabbing knife

Give him a shed chocobo feather from one of your races and he will tuck it in his clothes to take on missions

Rufus

Be careful with this one because he will try to become your part-time manager

He doesn't understand if you refuse to let him buy you the best equipment. You already have the skills so why not let money help you the rest of the way, just like him? His opinion is the more wins the better

Either way, he confidently brags that you're the best and everyone takes him at his word whether it's true or not (he's not above lying)

He prefers to bet on you but likes winning more, even if he doesn't need the money. He can always spend the winnings on you, anyway

Unlike Sephiroth, he always uses the company to get private space for himself and the best room at the inn, if that's where you want to spend time

If you drink together at the inn, expect him to try and initiate sex

Rude

He waits for you after a race with a bouquet of flowers. If he has the time, he'll want to impress you with his skills at the games at the Gold Saucer

The only one of the Turks that asks you for a date on the Skywheel. It's a little awkward at first because he's a quiet person but it still brings you closer together

Is very protective of you if there's ever drama between you and the other jockeys. Sometimes there's highschool-like drama and he would want to intimidate the person causing you trouble

He absolutely backs off if you catch him doing it and get upset. That's not to say that you're unaware of his ability to do some serious damage

You know Reno almost as well as Rude sometimes. Partially because Reno is important to Rude but also because Reno talks way more. Rude would be happy if you two got along

Cloud

He is the one who best understands your job out of everyone, although you're slightly better than him because of the gap in experience

He may not cheer very loudly for you but he is quietly very invested in what happens during your races

Always down to talk shit with you about the other jockeys

Something tells you that he has been hanging around the Gold Saucer more often since you started dating because he has a growing collection of plush prizes. Sometimes, he gives you one he thinks you might like

He comes alive the most when he is invited to fight in the area. When you have a fight and a race scheduled on the same day, you both win because you feed off each other's energy without even speaking

In a perfect world, you would have wanted to settle down and start a chocobo ranch with him

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #3 Reno x Reader

Cuddling by the fire

You let out an exhausted sigh as you tramped through the door, throwing your stuff onto a nearby armchair with little concern as to whether or not they actually reached the chair. “God, I’m tired.” You exhaled, heading to the bathroom to change out of your work clothes. After you were done, you trudged to the living room, only to find Reno crouching in front of the fireplace. “Oh hey, when’d you get back?” You mumbled, sinking tiredly into the couch. Reno turned his head to look at you, a smirk on his face. “What? I just get home and that’s whatcha say to me?” He laughed, then stood up and headed to the kitchen. “Hey, where you going?” You called after him, rearranging the pillows as you spoke. “Relax, babe,” Was the reply, as Reno returned with a box of matches, some balled up paper, and a cocky smirk. “I ain’t leaving you alone for too long.” He took a seat in front of the fire and began stuffing the wads of paper into the fireplace, before setting them ablaze. “Just wanna get this place nice and toasty, y’know?” He chuckled before putting out his match and taking a seat next to you while the fire crackled away. “Tired?” He asked, running a hand up and down your leg, comfortingly. You nodded groggily, curling up on the couch and getting ready to succumb to sleep. Reno crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead. “Want a human teddy bear to keep you company?” You nodded, wanting someone to snuggle with, especially now that it was so warm and cozy in the living room. Reno sniggered, then slid off of you. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back. Lemme just get changed.” He disappeared into your shared bedroom and returned holding a big blanket, and wearing a tank top, pajama bottoms, and fluffy socks. “Alright, now we can get all nice n’ comfy.” He clambered on top of you again, dragging the blanket over the two of you. “Thanks, Ren…” You muttered, sleepily settling into his hold. “You’re welcome, babe.” He whispered, kissing the side of your neck and wrapping his lean arms around your torso. “Love you.” “Love you too.” Before either of you knew it, you were fast asleep, snuggled up in each other’s arms by the fire.

[chronicparagon]

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✨ Does the mun read fanfictions and if yes, what is your opinion on them?

"Cher used to support her friends who write fanfiction. But she didn't only read them, she also used to write them. She used to participate in exchange events held by FF7 content creators when she was active in the. FF7 rpc. She would write fanfics at the request of others with most of them being fluff or hurt and comfort about the requester's ship.

Cher is proud of a few pieces she made, like one titled "Just Fine" where Reno from FF7 deals with the guilt and regret following the plate drop in the original game. There is also another fanfic she wrote called "Keeping Tabs," where Cid and Vincent met again over beer. Cid did most of the talking, mainly about current affairs like Geostigma close to eradication with Vincent listening most of the time. It was a way for Vincent to be involved with the current events by-proxy." Harmony pauses to take a sip of her water. Ice clinks against the clear glass as she takes a drink and returning the glass on the table before her.

"She doesn't write fanfics as much. Now, Cher writes rps, drabbles, and research papers. She can write fanfiction for people who want it, which is why she reblogs so many memes. My mun loves to write for other people when she can, and I enjoy being with other people's muses.

On the opinion of fanfiction, She thinks it's another way for fans to express themselves and show their love for the series, characters, and create new stories with original characters. She loves when people enjoy her work so much, they comment, give kudos on AO3, bookmark her stories, and make art based on it. She gets excited when I cameo in a few works written by others. It's something she is always thankful for.

Fanfiction is a form of art and expression. It helps expands canon events and explore the what-ifs, which are always a lot of fun!"

@hriobzagelthewanderer

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Meet the Writer

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

(CANON MUSES) - Well, this blog started as a Sephiroth RP Blog, as my early partners know, and so to be honest, it was a long time coming. But start of the fandom is up and down with cause and level of interest, and my draw to Sephiroth was slow, but eventually I hit an age and a state of returned interest in the fandom where I'm like...damn I'd love to play him. I adored his character, his cool collected crazy villain nature and also his complicated beginnings and the tragedy. And I'd played a few complicated villain characters before so I hoped to be able to tackle him accurate. Tried it years ago, maybe...ten more or less? maybe less lol but...I was way too intimidated, guys. Granted, I was constantly trying to tackle AC Seph so, sure, but I just didn't feel like I could do him justice and I gave up. But the resurgence Remake brought finally brought me to give him a try and I have adored exploring him ever since. The good, the bad, the ugly, and all the relationships in between and I'm excited to continue exploring. I adore Sephiroth for the tragedy, and every level of it, and that is why I took him on. The rest? Well, Vincent was my original fave and adore him to similar yet different depths and I love exploring all his hurt and pain and layers as well. Our dark dramatic monster mash corpse is just too good not to partake in, and over the last few years, I've adored developing my fanon layers to add depth to factors of his history or nature. Kadaj? Short answer, I sympathize with the angry hurt child that he is and the rage he wants to spill on the world, and the darkness he can threaten to weild, and his need to be embraced at the end of the day. Reno? It started as shits and giggles and because I thought he'd be funny to play. Now? I'm in too deep and I love this fucker. My newest muses, as of me doing this, are Evan Townshend and Nero the Sable, and though I'm still working on developing my muse with them, especially the latter, I just...adore them. Babies. They are my babies. (OCs) - I haven't actually had in depth, ongoing chances to play my FF7 OC Aurelia, which is absolutely on me and my lack of development and confidence. She started from a self insert OC that was purely in my head and once drawn on paper XD she occupied my night time fantasies to play out fanfiction like fulfillment and she was basically made to ship with Vincent (please, judge away, I cringe hard now). However, with thanks to new inspiration and a lil help of an ex-friend, I'm proud of how I've remade her and I really do want to play into what she is now and develop her further, because i have a special love for Deepground, and I would adore a chance to play her in all her power but in all her weakness, too, and figure out how she connects and deals with the world around her.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Not that I can think of? I can't say I don't like writing what I'm about to say, I do, but lets define this as what do I occasionally have problem writing--angst. And my only problem, is chaotic home life has bred such a deep ingrained need to avoid conflict that sometimes I fumble that into RP replies (in ways that it may makes sense, but also in ways where it feels OOC and/or like they're far more self aware than they should be in that moment). So it's something I've been working on and getting better with!

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Angst and Fluff in equal measure, even if one or the other border on self indulgent, so long as it's fun and satisfying for me and my partners. I like pushing our characters to strains and pains more than we've experienced so far, or in different ways and what it brings out of them. But I also adore those fluff moments where it can just be a tender embrace, a loving moment, or being told those words or given that care that they needed but were denied in canon. It pleases me deeply, both of them.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

They just happen. I don't often sit there and try to come up with something, it's just they pop up when writing, when thinking through the character, or more often through RPs and asks. If it feels like it really fits, especially if I can expand on it in a way that weaves well into the character, it becomes a satisfying headcanon.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Music, unless unable and/or I started without it and now I'm in a flowing writing zone and/or whatever I'm writing is short. I'm literally listening to music right now XD granted it's on repeat from me using it to answer asks but, still. Also yes, fanfics and sometimes specific threads or partners garner very specific music vibes or playlists.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Hmm, this depends. I mean, I guess as a majority, I wing them. There will sometimes be planning out with a partner, and I will keep the plan in mind, especially if we're wanting the scene to end with a specific destination. But, for the most part, I wing them I guess? Like, I read a reply, I let my brain figure out if there's any automatic sparks of reaction from muse, and with or without that, I get to work.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Hell yeah. When it's balanced, and not just smut (though I love me some smut), I adore shipping. Especially when we can work in all the complicated positives and negatives and the personal discoveries that the dynamics bring. And sometimes the ships are just so fdnsjkdnj bjnfajknfjks.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Ash, though only a few people use that. Real name is Jordan, which I'm sure I put in my mun bio, but I don't mind either XD Ash comes from my middle name which a friend suggested I take on if I ever decided to get a name change to go along with accepting my genderqueer identity but I'm fine with either. They're both me~

ᴀɢᴇ?

Freshly 29 ~

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

March 31st

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Purple, red, black, gold.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

Eh, I can't say I have specific enough favorites. I like any song, old and new, that I've come across and collected, that can either have a nice beat, be devestatingly emotional and beautiful, or dramatic/epic movie level. Also a good guess for my current musical taste? Sleep Token is my every vibe right now with multiple muses, fics, and ships lmao.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Can't remember the last movie i watched and finished, mostly rewatch shows these days. A tie between 'The Mummy Returns' and 'Frozen II' it is, I guess lmao.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Mashle. I fucking love this crazy show. My Hero is a close tie, kind of been watching them back and forth.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

If my current one counts, Ado cover of Unravel by TK from Tokyo Ghoul.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

I can't choose??? How can you even make me. Too many options, between fast food options to home cooked meals. Going with the indulgent meal I keep getting a craving for and that never fails to be delicious, Yellow Curry with shrimp from this local place where I live. So good.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

When it plays it's role properly, fall/autumn. I like the balance of the cold without it being too severe. The small of the cold earth, the fallen leaves. Summer is my enemy, I become a fat puddle.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

Not entirely, I'm pretty even with everyone, and I adore all my partners and friends in different ways, because they and I are all so individual! I love all you guys! Though sometimesrufus has damn near basically earned that title XD My Rufus~

Tagged by: no one, I STOLE IT

Tagging: anyone who wants!!

[final-fantasy-imagines]

Can I get #14 love confession drabble for Reno?

Hi! I'm really sorry that it took me so awfully long to finish this (and to upload something to this blog again, in the first place) and I hope you're still interested in this. I haven't written for FF7 in a while now, so every bit of feedback would be very much appreciated! <3

Prompt: Love confession #14: “I love you, okay? I love you.”

Crazy in love – Reno x gn!reader

“I just don’t understand why you have to be so reckless all the time,” you hissed as you poured an antiseptic over a cloth. The perfectly white fabric would soon be stained with your friend’s blood but in that moment, you really couldn’t care less about a stupid piece of fabric. “One day, you’ll get yourself into serious trouble and I don’t know if I’m willing to save your ass then.”

Reno grimaced at you, already opening his mouth to contradict you but instead, he only drew a sharp breath when the antiseptic came in contact with the deep cut on his chest. Then, with an impatient side glance and through gritted teeth, he said: “I never asked you to take care of me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not explicitly,” you agreed, “but I think showing up on my doorstep while you’re covered in blood and injuries is pretty much the same thing – oh, could you hold still for a second?”

Reno had flinched away from your touch – or rather, the cloth in your hand – once again but this time, you firmly grabbed his shoulder to pull him closer to you, so that you could continue to clean the wound on his chest. It wasn’t as deep as you had thought initially but the sight of it still made you feel sick. And the knot in your stomach tightened even more when you saw the scars scattered across his torso, an obvious sign that he had been in this situation far too often already.

You gulped and forced yourself to focus on his injury again instead of getting worried about wounds that had long healed. Right now, it was more important to take care of the various cuts and bruises Reno had suffered today.

With your lips tightly pressed together, you continued to clean his wounds, bandaging the ones that needed it, before you got up to fetch some ice for a particularly painful looking bruise on his ribs.

“Here,” you said, pressing the ice bag against his skin as carefully as possible. “That should ease the pain a bit.”

Reno hissed when the ice came into contact with his bare skin but soon after, he let out a quiet sigh of relieve. A smile flashed over your face. “Better?”

“Much better,” he agreed. “Thank you.”

For a few moments, the two of you sat there in silence, dwelling on your own thoughts. Then, all of a sudden, you blurted out: “I just don’t understand why you always come to me when stuff like this happens. Don’t you have medical staff at Shinra? I’m sure they’d take better care of you than I ever could.”

Reno didn’t answer right away. In fact, he had asked himself that question more than once in the past but so far, he hadn’t been able to figure out an answer. After all, you were right; Shinra offered excellent medical treatment for their employees, and Tseng would probably prefer if he went to the trained medical staff instead of you but the truth was… well, the truth was that Reno felt much more comfortable with you. Although you were almost always mad when he showed up injured on your doorstep, you never made him feel like a burden. To the medical staff, he was just another patient, someone they sent away immediately after they had finished the treatment. But you… you always allowed him to stay for a little while longer every time, listening patiently when he needed to vent about the things that happened throughout the mission. 

Not even once you had made him feel like he wasn’t welcome in your home. And in a sense, he also craved your presence when he wasn’t feeling well, almost as if you could cure his injuries with just being by his side. Which was absolutely stupid, of course – he knew that. But still, it didn’t change the fact that he liked being around you. 

“I don’t know,” he eventually said when he realized that he hadn’t answered your question yet. “I guess it’s because you always take such good care of me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Can’t you be serious for once?”

“Hey, that wasn’t a joke,” Reno insisted and flashed a smile at you. “I like being around you. You’re funny and smart and you always treat me way better than I probably deserve.”

“That were a lot of compliments.”

He chuckled. “And I meant every single one. You’re amazing, (Y/N), you really are.”

You felt your face heat up at his words, quickly turning your head away to try and hide your embarrassment from him. Reno had never missed an opportunity to fluster you but this time, he had sounded a lot more genuine than usually, and you couldn’t deny that it made your heart beat a bit faster. “Reno…”

“I love you, okay?” he interrupted you and while he sounded a bit surprised as well, the tone of his voice was still so earnest that it sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze was soft as he grabbed your chin and gently turned your head towards him. “I love you,” he repeated. “I don’t know why it took me so long to realize it but it’s the truth. Please believe me.”

“You’re crazy,” you whispered, staring back at him with wide eyes. He grinned. “I know. I’m crazy in love.”

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Happy Birthday Surprise | Reno Drabble/Oneshot

{Edit made by me; pics found on Google. I do NOT take credit for the pictures I used} For the awesome @electric-turks <3 I hope you enjoy and have/had an awesome bday (Wasn't for sure how long this was going to turn out ^w^) Warning: None; Just Cuteness

The smell of breakfast filling your nostrils woke you from your slumber. You woke with a yawn, rubbing your eyes while sitting up and looking around for your redheaded devil of a boyfriend. You raised a brow at the sound of singing and music coming from the kitchen. Once you were on your feet you walked toward the sound of Reno's voice. You smiled at the sight of him singing and shaking his hips slightly side to side in his cute attempt of a dance while cooking. He was in nothing but grey sweats, his red ponytail cascading down his chest as he stayed in his own mind. Reno's turquoise eyes landed on you as he turned around with the pan in hand. He jumped slightly almost flinging the pan with a soft yell. Your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you burst out in laughter. Reno gave a cute pout, blowing a strand of his hair out of his face while glaring at you and plating his food. It wasn't a mean glare... just one that says 'you're not supposed to be up yet'. You giggled and walked up behind him,w rapping your arms around him and resting your head against his back while he plated the food. "What you doin' up, yo? You're supposed to be asleep, babes," He grumbled, sitting the pan to the side and turning to wrap his arms around you so your head could be against his chest. "I smelled food, duh. What are you up to, Red?" You looked up at him with a raised brow and smile. "Well take these and go to the living room so we can watch tv with some breakfast and then I'll tell you." He smirked before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Okay?" You shook your head but did as told, sitting his and your plates on the coffee table, sitting patiently. A few moments later Reno walked in with a red heart-shaped cake with candles lit on the top, a smile painted on his face. "Oh, Reno! You shouldn't have!" "Happy birthday, babes! You think I'd ever forget my best girl's special day?" He carefully sat beside you, holding the cake up for you to blow the candle out. After blowing out the candles and sitting the cake to the side Reno wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to yours, rubbing your cheek softly. You pulled away with a smile and quickly leaned over, taking some of the red frosting on your finger and wiping it across his cheek with a mischievous smile before getting up and running when you saw the grin and evil look in his eyes. "Oh its on, birthday girl."