#tifa.

[makoblue]

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them. / reverse uno verse :3

Stopping Sephiroth, preventing Meteorfall, saving the world; the north star of calamity. Without external forces to keep at bay, they had no choice but to acknowledge their own problems.

When he found her just a few steps short from home in the blistering cold wind, it seemed like the right thing to do. Or rather, as right as anything else he could think of in that particular moment.

Cloud awkwardly pats Tifa's shoulder a few more times and realizes halfway through the next pat that trying to maintain an arm's length of distance is equal parts dumb and pointless.

So instead he turns her around, pulling Tifa into an embrace and pressing his temple to hers. For as long as she needs him to.

"Made you a promise. It's a lifetime deal. So...even if you run away, even if you want to turn your back on the world--" and the world would deserve her enmity, "-- I'll be here for you."

[alligaytorswamp]

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[rocketbirdie]

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[yumykon]

Tifa Lockhart in that blue dress ~

[ryuuna]

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[logiies]

pretty women... pretty women save me... save me pretty women.....

[yukinnn]

Experimenting on a new style

[mmariesr]

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[kifaprokumiv]

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[makoblue]

“—Oh no you don’t!”

It happens all so fast that she is barely able to catch them, the few remaining goons of the Don’s, making away with their belongings. They were tagged-teamed, two being the distractions while the other three swept in as silently as they could to swipe their stuff.

Tifa, having had enough of this—especially when it concerned Don Corneo and anyone associated with him—was not about to let this ruin her day.

This was supposed to be a vacation—a much needed vacation—and she was going to have none of it.

“C’mon, Cloud! They’re getting away!”

She’s already started to sprint ahead, bypassing the two that were meant to distract them but noticed that Cloud was not following behind. Their bags did not consist of much but anything gained on the Don’s behalf was not going to sit well with her. Whirling around, she sees Cloud face planted in the sand and an immediate dread washes over her, followed by anger as she charges back to him and makes quick work of the goons.

Gaia help anyone who gets in the way of one Tifa Lockhart when she is angry.

A succession of punches and kicks put them in their place as they are knocked unconscious and tossed aside. Anyone surveying the beach will inform some kind of security to detain them—maybe even agents of the WRO will get involved if need be. Corneo had, at one point, been working with Heidegger to smoke out Avalanche from the Sector 7 slums, so if this was tied to anything that would require Reeve’s notice, she’s certain action would be swift.

Tifa rushes to Cloud’s side, an elixir at the ready. She grabs the back of his shirt and tugs him up with one arm, hauling him to his feet.

She’d held onto him and the Buster Sword, dangling off a building many, many, many feet above, so this was hardly an effort.

“You okay?” She hands him the elixir when she’s assured there isn’t any lasting damage. Her heart is still hammering away in her chest like a rabbit but she feels more grounded now knowing he’s alright.

“If I chase after them now, I can probably catch up to them,” she says while looking back in the direction the other three had run off to before turning back to look at Cloud.

“Unngh…” Cloud moans through the mound of sand his face is presently buried in. All his limbs feel like they’re made of lead jelly. Boneless, heavy, impossible to lift. Does he even have bones? His brain might more closely resemble a bowl of soup. 

Urgency. He must attempt to move with urgency. 

Thumps, thuds, and winded groans fill the air as Tifa strikes their opponents with expert precision and still, Cloud cannot seem to convince his body to follow his instructions. 

Relief washes over him when he can feel the ocean breeze squeeze in the gap between his shirt and the sand until he realizes the only reason any of that is happening is because Tifa has personally grabbed him by the back of his shirt and handily lifted him off the ground with one arm and not because he has managed to get off the ground on his own power.

“I think thomebody druh my drink,” he slurs, turning an unpleasant shade of green owing to the journey from horizontal to vertical. For Planet’s sake, he knows there are still grains of sand sticking to his face and he probably looks like a complete idiot in front of Tifa. He’s too embarrassed at his own uselessness to even be impressed. Those assholes are getting away with the rest of their gear, and he can’t even properly stand or wipe the sand off his own damn face. 

Costa del Sol, epitome of leisure and relaxation his ass.

Later, when he doesn’t feel about thirty seconds away from puking up his guts, he’ll have to show his appreciation for Tifa properly. With clumsy fingers, Cloud manages to unscrew the cap and messily tip the container’s contents down his throat. 

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” Cloud waves her on with a shake of his head. He’s starting to sound more human, at least. If they wait any longer, there’s no guarantee that they’ll be able to reclaim their belongings. He doesn’t doubt Tifa for a second. Not with all the thugs curled up on the steps and crawling across the cobblestone. “Need to metabolize the elixir. One minute, tops. You got this, I’ll be right behind you.”   

[allisonmckenzieart]

🔔 Just married! 💒 --- This was my acrylic standee design for our AerTi/Zakkura charity Fanzine from last year! My favorite VII ship is AerTi, so it was a blast to contribute to this project 💛

[burnertracfone]

another Tifa and Scarlet by b_m4ns0n

[rocketbirdie]

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[jadenvargen]

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