#yuffie x cloud

[apemantusafterdark]

Wolf and Rose - New Beginnings

Yuffie tightened her grip around Cloud's waist as they leaned into another tight turn, kicking up more dust as their motorcycle rounded the corner. They and the rest of Avalanche had spent the last few days looking for Vincent and Shelke, who had disappeared from the 7th Heaven without so much as a word. So far, their search had yielded nothing.

"Cloud?" Yuffie spoke up as they rode onward, headed back to Nibelheim to meet with the rest of the group after another day's fruitless search. "Can we stop for a minute?"

"Sure."

He brought the motorcycle to a halt near a ridge overlooking the valley. Yuffie got off the motorcycle and stretched, taking in the view. The sun was quickly setting over the sleepy village below.

Cloud remained seated, peering into the distance. Yuffie looked at him with concern.

"Cloudy?"

"Hmm?"

"You've got that look on your face again."

"What look?" Cloud asked.

"Like you're somewhere else."

"Just wondering," he replied.

"About what?"

"Why they'd leave like this," Cloud said.

"Yeah… me too," Yuffie said. "But hey, I'm not worried. I mean, maybe a little, but you know what Vincent's like. Besides, he can handle himself."

"Guess you're right," Cloud said. The enigmatic gunman had a habit of vanishing and reappearing like this, usually without a word. Still, after the Omega incident, there was something different about his demeanor. They had to make sure, he thought.

He noticed Yuffie shivering as she walked closer to the edge of the cliff.

"You cold?" he asked, getting off the bike, walking up next to her.

"A little," she replied. He slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug from behind.

"How are you holding up?" he asked. "You didn't get much sleep last night."

A mischievous grin crossed Yuffie's features. "Oh yeah? And whose fault is that?"

He chuckled in reply at her gentle ribbing. She turned around, returning the embrace, peering deeply into his eyes before pulling him down for a long, languid kiss. They stayed that way for a good while, two solitary figures framed by the setting sun.

"You think it's time?" Yuffie asked, resting her head underneath her boyfriend's chin as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. "To tell'em about us, I mean."

"Soon, yeah," Cloud replied, planting a quick kiss on her forehead. "If they haven't figured it out already."

"Think they'll be surprised?" Yuffie asked.

"Maybe," Cloud said. "Probably more so if we don't tell them tonight."

Yuffie grinned again. "Right… I hear the walls can be pretty thin in these rustic, old villages."

She slipped out of his embrace, leading him back towards their bike. "C'mon, country boy. Let's go scandalize the natives!"

Cloud smiled at her. "Yes, ma'am."

[protemporescitor]

Disrepair

Cloud glanced out through the window again, peering out at the wild blue yonder. The Tiny Bronco soared high over the ocean, fast approaching the northern continent. They would soon reach their destination. After that...

He shut his eyes for a moment, stopping himself from thinking about it too much. "One step at a time," he reminded himself.

Opposite him, on the starboard aisle, he saw Tifa sleeping peacefully in her seat. He was relieved to see her getting some much-needed rest at last. She'd hardly spoken a word since they had left the Ancient Capital. No doubt she was in shock, still processing Aerith's death. It had hit her especially hard, given their closeness. He just hoped her dreams were pleasant ones.

He looked around the plane, checking in on the others. It was obvious that they were all exhausted from their journey, completely drained both physically and emotionally. He couldn't quite tell with Vincent whether he was asleep or merely pretending to be. In any case, he'd kept his eyes closed for most of the flight, either deep in thought, or in a deep slumber. Similarly, Cait appeared to have temporarily switched himself off, sitting slumped in his seat, unmoving. Again, it was hard to tell.

Red XIII lay curled up on the floor next to Tifa, his fiery tail swishing back and forth in his sleep. He'd agreed to stay near the centre of the aisle to keep it from coming into contact with any of the fuselage's more sensitive equipment. Meanwhile, Barret had moved up to the front of the plane and was busy chatting with Cid. Cloud couldn't make out their conversation over the noise of the engines, but it seemed like he was occupied with picking up on some of the finer points of instrumentation from their pilot in order to kill time during their flight. Or maybe he was just trying to keep his mind off things.

Cloud suddenly noticed that Yuffie was missing from her seat. Concerned, he unbuckled his belt and got up to look for her. It didn't take him long to find her, given the small, cramped space they were in. She'd disappeared into the far corner at the back of the plane and was curled up in a fetal position, head down, slowly rocking back and forth. Motion sickness again, he assumed.

He got out a small box of tranquilizers, something that he'd picked up on the road to help her combat her nausea, just in case it got to be too much for her to handle. He was about to offer her some when he realized that she was sobbing quietly. Growing worried, he knelt down in front of her.

"Hey... you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

Yuffie shook her head without looking up. "It's not fair... Why her?"

"Why any of us, for that matter?" he thought. "It wasn't her time. Or anyone else's."

"It'll be okay, Yuffie," he said, trying to reassure her in spite of his own misgivings about their situation. "We have to keep going."

She finally raised her head to look up at him, her expression turning to anger. "How can you be so calm?" she chastised him. "Aren't you pissed off?"

"I..." Cloud paused. For a moment he was lost for words, troubled by turbulent thoughts. She was right. He had been feeling strangely elated, even sanguine, after they had left the capital. Now, the realization was beginning to sink in.

Aerith was gone.

Wasn't she?

He didn't know what he had seen, exactly. What he'd experienced. She was... alive. And then, she wasn't. It dawned on him that, somehow, in his mind he still hadn't accepted the fact that Aerith was dead. He knew that he should feel something, anger, sadness, guilt... but right now, he simply felt numb.

"I don't have a choice," he said at last, struggling to find the right words. "I'll... mourn Aerith when it's time. I have to stop Sephiroth first, or else... everything she did will be for nothing."

Yuffie's expression softened. He could tell that she was still upset, but she seemed to understand his reasoning.

Cloud gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "And I'm gonna need your help to do it. You with me?"

Yuffie wiped away her tears, then nodded. "Yeah."

"Still feeling sick?" he asked.

"Just a bit."

"Here, these might help," he said, slipping the medicine into her hands. She quickly downed a couple of pills, then put the rest away in her pocket.

"Thanks, Spikey," she said, her voice weak.

"Any time."

Seeing the usually energetic and carefree young girl in such a state of disrepair ate away at him. Her bravado, he knew, didn't make her invincible, but this was an especially harsh reminder. He wished he could do more for her, but as far as he could remember, he'd never suffered from motion sickness. Flying was especially bad for her, and now she was not only airsick, but heartbroken as well. He couldn't imagine how rough it must be for her, having to struggle with both at the same time.

"She must be going through hell," he thought. Still, he reminded himself, she had put up with every bumpy ride and ramshackle vehicle they'd come across so far, in spite of her discomfort. A reminder of just how tough she was, how determined to see things through until the end. Even this torment couldn't extinguish her fighting spirit. Though she was down and out for the moment, he had rarely felt more admiration for the young ninja girl.

He sat down next to her, intent on staying with her until she was feeling better. The two of them rested together in silence for a minute, looking out into the front of the plane. There wasn't much to see, save for the pale blue sky, given the way the pilots' seats obscured the windshield.

"You know, Cloud," Yuffie finally said, "for being such a jerk, you're an awfully nice guy."

"Just don't get used to it."

His reply elicited a chuckle from her, followed by some more sniffles. "Don't worry, I won't."

Cloud leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes, sensing the vibrations of the engines reverberating throughout the plane's body. The slow, rhythmic thrum was enough to lull anyone to sleep, and he began to doze off as the sheer, unbridled fatigue from the past few days finally caught up to him.

He was ever so slightly startled when he felt Yuffie wrapping her slender arms around his forearm, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Yuffie?"

She held onto him a little more tightly, entreating him not to pull away from her. Despite the chill of their surroundings, her body felt warm pressed up against his.

"Just... until the ride's over. Okay?"

He looked at her, a little taken aback, hearing her echoing Aerith's request from that night on the Skywheel. Could her choice of words merely be a coincidence?

She peered up at him with a pleading look in her eyes. Not the puppy-dog eyes she sometimes hit him with when she wanted something more frivolous from him like a Gold Saucer token or a new piece of materia, but a sincere plea not to leave her side. He could count the number of times that he'd seen Yuffie allow herself to be vulnerable like this on one hand, and he considered himself fortunate to even know this side of her.

She held his gaze, fighting back fresh tears even as she gave him her best effort to smile at him through the pain.

He smiled back at her.

"Okay."

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FF7 Astro Bot Compilation Tifa by herself ended up giving me nearly 4k likes on the Xitter, my MOST LIKED ART, so it made me wanna draw them all!! Unfortunately none of them were as successful as Tifa at 4k but I liked drawing them all regardless! Thank you all for the love on these!!! 🥰

[little-black-dress-zack-fair]

Aerith: If I fall…

Tifa: I’ll be there to catch you.

Cloud: *looks at Zack* What if I fall?

Zack: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Yuffie: *watches these two interactions*

Yuffie: *to Barret* And if I fall?

Barret: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

[canned-pears]

ACC Cloud and Tifa!

[the-prima-vista]

[flummoxx]

the day cloud can finally rest is the day the world ends

[finalfantasize]

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[xxwitchylanexx]

9 to 5's Never Felt So Good

Rebirth Retold- CloudxReader Chapter 11

it's that time again for odd jobs. A few spoilers for Costa Del Sol side quests but nothing major

Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who's been patient! This week really got away from me with school closures, work, and a sick kid. It's shorter than normal but I hope everyone enjoys.

*~*

The plan was to head out towards Mount Corel, but moving on required gil, and acquiring such gil means work. So the first day of that week you got to thoroughly enjoy watching Cloud and Aerith, bless her soul, run around on a faux date for three lovely ladies needing inspo for their upcoming swimwear line. He had tried to decline the job, but Aerith was having none of that. Not when she could sink her claws into him and pry out any details of the previous night. Every once in awhile, between pirates rampage and run wild, he’d search for you. Maybe he was wondering if you were watching him too, and when your eyes would meet he was practically begging for your assistance, Gaia only knows the extent of the cetra’s teasing.

And as sick as it sounds, you were enjoying his misery. You got to see his cute pouty face and pink embarrassed cheeks while the attention was off of you for the first time that day. It was short-lived however, when the group made its way out to Clamshell Beach to look for a damn seashell for the last woman.

Aerith claimed she twisted her ankle and insisted that you needed to take her place. Like how?! Everyone was on chocoback!

The look the others shared only confirmed she your suspicions that she was faking, setting you up once again to be alone with the merc. Only this time with an audience.

“So,” you started as the two of you waded through sand, “you think they’ll ever stop staring at us?”

He took a quick peek over his shoulder at your friends. The lot of them were burning holes in the back of your heads like Rufus Shinra’s paparazzi, only they didn’t have a camera to seal the secret moments they assumed you would share. “Doubt it.” His attention returned to the shoreline in front of you. “She's been a pain all day. Especially at pirates rampage. Turns out Barrett has a big mouth.”

“He wasn’t there to see anything though?” Your brows scrunched as you tried to remember when he'd left the two of you there.

“Nosy bastard watched from afar.” You rolled your eyes.

“So they’re all assholes. That’s fantastic.” You chuckled dryly. “So do we pick it out together? Do we bring back two shells? What did she ask for?” You inquired, happy to get this show on the road.

“Didn’t care to listen.”

“That's so like you.” You said with fake enthusiasm as you knocked on his shoulder with your fist.

“Lets just find one.” He quipped with a roll of his eyes.

“Cool. I’ll start looking over there.” You said as you pointed to the left side of the beach. He nodded and headed in the opposite direction, but not far enough away that he couldn't hear you.

You only looked for ten-ish minutes before your temper began to simmer. Your skin itched from the phantom eyes that may or may not be looking at you, meanwhile sweat trailed down the dip in your spine from the sweltering desert sun. You straightened abruptly, so over the unwanted attention, before spying a chain link door bolted into some cliff rock. You took off at a lazy jog passing Cloud as you crossed the beach.

You pulled at the handle with no luck, the frame only rattling against your pull. “Already tried it. Its locked.” You looked over at him with a smirk on your lips.

“You think that’s going to stop me?” His brow raised in question as you turned back to the door. Your hand slithered down your leg and into a pocket alongside your ankle on the inner lining of your boot and fished out a lockpick. You inserted the metal pick and swiveled it around until you felt a minute click as the lock yielded and the door swung open.

“Figures.” You whirled around at him, your hands coming up to sit on your hips, the metal device leaving a slight chill on your heated skin as it was pushed against your hip where your tank rode up.

“You have something to say, blondie?” You challenged.

With a small shake of his head at your ridiculous antics he brushed past you, his shoulder blade knocking against yours as he moved into the secluded beach area. “We got work to do.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You grumbled as you followed him into the circular area. You had an instant sense of relief knowing your five friend audience could no longer see you past the towering cliff walls. Cloud was right though, you had a job to do. So you kept walking after him until you branched off to search the opposite side of the shore.

You noticed this part of the beachfront had far less rubbage laying about than the public access area. Either the owner maintained it well or no one ever visited. You'd like to think it was the former for the sole purpose that someone on this Planet still cared for its environment, though in this day and age it seemed unlikely.

You waded through a few dense patches of sand catching yourself every once in awhile when the soles of your boots slid through the heated granules. You pocketed a couple of darker colored shells with some unique swirl patterns on the outermost layer that reminded you of those lollipops you could get at a carnival. You held one up towards the sky to examine it a bit closer when a ray of light hit the inner cavern just right to illuminate the iridescent shine within it.

“Hey, what about this one?” Cloud called from behind you, his shoes sliding effortlessly through the sand as he made his way to you.

You tucked the one you were holding into your bag then held your palms out for the one he wanted you to see. His gloved fingers brushed against your skin as he deposited the shell in your grasp, and lingered there till you brought it closer to your face. You smiled as you gazed down at its unique shape. It wasn't a shell per say, more like a small twisted piece of coral, but it was unmistakably similar to a chocobo track. “It’s perfect.” You whispered. “Though, is it weird… if I want to keep it?” You peered up at him shyly through your lashes, your heart skipping a beat as you waited with bated breath for his answer.

He turned his head towards the sea, suddenly interested in the rolling waves crashing into the sand, and his hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck, giving away he was also experiencing some nerves. “Keep it.” He side eyed you before crossing his arms over his chest. “Who gives a shit what we give them.”

Was it intended as a gift from the start or were you just looking for a deeper meaning. You couldn't think of anything to say, or ask, when your cheat in your chest was warmer desert air? "You two done?!” Barret’s booming baritone echoed off the alcove walls. “Sick ‘o waitin’!”

“Piss off!” Cloud called back without missing a beat. He stalked across the land to rejoin the others anyway leaving you to do whatever you wanted with the miniature talon. You decided to tuck it into your pocket, after all the woman probably wouldn't see the significance of its shape, and started to jog after him, leaving the moment behind to be swept up by the sea.

He didn't say anything, but it didn't go unnoticed that you gave Aerith a darker rounder shell to give to the woman, and for whatever reason that made him happy.

*~*

You've never had siblings, at least that you are aware of, so you suppose Yuffie is the closest thing you'll ever experience to a younger sister. Over the course of the next two days the ninja took a particular liking to you and was nearly up your ass the entire time except for the few moments she was torturing Cloud, and between us, you expected him to snap like the remaining threads of a fraying rope very soon.

You've never actually met a Wutain ninja before. You had expected them to be quieter and less predictable. but something told you this was an exclusive trait that only Yuffie possessed. The sad thing is, she's actually really talented if only she could stop blowing her cover and lose the element of surprise. She was fast, her attacks were timed right, and she excelled in elemental materia use. If only she’d stop talking.

Which brings you to her screw up, and the next two days of trying to fix it. You were appreciative that she helped you rescue everyone from Hojo’s deranged kidnapping attempt, however her doppelganger technique now reaped havoc for your group in the form of three Johnny clones.

The first one you found on accident while collecting data for Chadley near an abandoned village near a swamp. The crimson haired man waved his arms frantically over his head and started yelling your name to your discomfort. You spend one night in a bathing suit and suddenly he's obsessed with you. Anyway, the dummy was out here looking for an attraction for the hotel and he thought the fabled King Tonberry’s crown was the perfect artifact for his place. An amused snort passed through your nose as you pictured the way his fight against the fearsome fiend would pan out. Cloud wasn't interested in helping him, even if he would pay his fee, but after Yuffie’s unrelenting insistence -whining- he reluctantly agreed, but only if you happen to run into it.

You quickly learned that wasn't the end, as two more identical idiots nearly plowed you over if it weren't for your quick instincts and nimble footwork, as they ran in hysteria from the fiends that attacked them at the base of Costa Falls. Anyone with two brain cells would think to run back into town, not away from it, though clearly they must be sharing a singular light bulb among all clones, and possibly the original. You had to commend his bravery though, not many people could gather the courage to come out here and search for materials on their own. You thought the hotel was a decision he made on a whim, but maybe he really did want to succeed for once.

So you followed Yuffie’s lead and searched. You trekked through the warm rocky shallows, and among the low piers and high bridges gathering abandoned materials and taking out the fiends that lurked around the area until the sun just started its descent. The only the thing left was to return the supplies, and after hours of listening to four Yuffies, cause if there are more of her the job would be done quicker or so she said, you were in no mood to go back to town and converse with more Johhnys so you made a suggestion for the group to split in two, and then reconvene in the morning. Yuffie, Aerith, and Tifa volunteered to return to Costa Del Sol while the rest of you made camp here for the night.

Your mood shifted instantly as soon as the girls were out of sight. No more chattering ninjas in your space, and no Aerith breathing down the back of your neck. As much as you care for her, you were so tired of having all of your interactions picked apart and analyzed for any sign of romantic feelings or lack thereof. You were sick of her smothering you.

The four of you that remained split apart the tasks to set up for the night. Barret and Red utilized the gazebos as shelter by laying down the sleeping rolls. You pulled out ingredients, all dry since you couldn’t travel efficiently with a cooler, and whipped together a stew from the canned broth and dried meats. Leaving Cloud to stake out the perimeter, and to take out any fiends he deemed a threat.

As soon as you let Barret and Red know dinner was ready when they wanted it, you stripped your shoes off and grabbed your bag from the pile and snuck off towards the roaring twin waterfalls.

You ambled down the sturdy wooden steps and onto the hard uneven stone beneath the water, inhaling sharply at the contrast between the hot air and chilly water. You leisurely followed the edge of the plateau occasionally dipping your toes over the side from to see if you could tempt the little fish swimming, until you reached the base of the falls. You marveled in the beauty of it.

A mist kissed your heated skin as the current tumbled over the cliffs, and the sound of the water crashing over the rocks blocked out everything else, and for the first time since Junon you finally felt alone. Most people would question why you felt a sense of relief when alone, thinking that surely you must get lonely, but you didn't think the two were one and the same. All your formative years were spent under a microscope looking for some extraordinary talent or trained eyes on your perfect posture, flawless skin, and of course your clients. After the unfortunate events that ended your jockey career you were finally released from the chains that bound you, and with no family or friends to root you to a specific region you were free to wander from place to place to your heart's desire. If you got lonely you’d make your way back to Bill’s ranch to fill the yearning then you’d leave when you were ready. The Woodlands held a special place in your heart, and you've come to think of them as your home. Even when the ranch was right there you spent you more time sleeping under the treetops spending weeks at a time to study chocobos in the wild.

So these nearly five weeks with Avalanche is the longest you’ve ever gone without a days peace. Not that you haven't enjoyed your new colorful friends, but you always felt more yourself when you were surrounded by nothing but the Planet’s beauty soaking up every flicker of an ember that crackled within you. The whispering wind smelled fresher, the roaring current pulled harder along the river, the bristle of the grass on your skin was softer. In a world full of materia and mako it was easy to look over the true magic Gaia held within its’ crust, and you swore it called to you everytime you were quiet enough to hear it.

You pulled the straps of your satched over your head and clipped it to the belt loops if your shorts before you started to scale the cliff, being careful to avoid the slick mossy surfaces as you neared the lip. You stopped at a nice grassy plateau nestled in between each waterfall and carefully lowered the canvas bag onto the squishy earth before dropping onto your butt next to it. You carefully pulled out all of the delicate dried herbs and other ingredients, laying them in the order you'd need them in front of you, before you buckled down to work. You hadn't had time to refresh your medicine supply in some time, and while you’ve purchased some from shops here and there they were nowhere near effective as yours.

You lost track of time as you combined potions, made of gold dust, phoenix draft, smelling salts, and just a hint of numinous ashes to give it that extra bought of energy, or a variety of chewable tablets for afflictions, and illness, and most importantly specialized treats for the chocobos you’ll meet (and Red probably). You were so focused on your task you hadn't noticed the sun sinking lower in the sky until shadows crept between the tall trees and began to cast shade over your work area.

Just as you packed the last of your things away the grass behind you crunched under the weight of heavy feet. The edges of your lips curl up softly as your visitor shifts onto the ground, their back pressing against your own. You'd heard him faintly as he climbed up here, but his earthy undertones is what truly gave him away. You fastened the bag, and set it off to the side then leaned your own weight into him, your head laying against his shoulder as you looked up at the first few stars that came out.

“Not like you to leave your sword behind.” You chimed into the breeze.

“Guess you’ll have to take point.” You chuckled.

“Freeloader.” You swear you hear a subtle snort before it was covered up with a wry ‘ha ha’. He shuffled behind you, his weight leaning a bit more against you, and you caught his hand inching towards yours from your peripheral until the tips of his fingers wrapped over yours. He wasn't wearing his gloves, you noted, as his warm and soft soft skin rubbed against yours. Your heart fluttered slow but deeply behind your ribs, the feeling caused warmth to spread your chest to all of your extremities with each beat. You hoped whatever future was in the stars for you that it included nights like these with him.

Tonight felt like a dream with the cicadas singing in the distance, and the crickets chirping in the tall grass around you. The only thing missing was the gentle glow of hundreds of fireflies where your entangled feelings were born. You missed the Woodlands dearly, but right now cozied up to him and wrapped in the Planet’s beauty it almost felt like home.

“Can I ask a question?” You murmured.

“Shoot.”

“Was being a soldier everything you thought it’d be?” The question had lingered in your mind for some time now. He was always so adamant that he was an ex-soldier, so it got you wondering if he had regretted his decision.

“Not really.” He paused as he looked above, the soft spikes of his hair tickled against your naoe as he moved. “The war was over by the time I enlisted. It was mostly grunt work.”

“I see.” You felt like there might be more to that story, but for now you were content. “For what it’s worth, they didn’t deserve you.” You hadn't expected an answer but smiled nonetheless when he grunted in response.

The two of you stayed there hand in hand until the last bit of the burning orange disappeared from the horizon leaving blended streaks of purple and blue across the sky. You were increasingly thankful for the heat that radiated from his body as the desert air cooled to a brisk chill.

“Did she, ever hurt you?”

You scoffed, in your mind in was absurd to even ask. Hes met her, been used by her. “Yes.” You had planned to leave it at that, but perhaps his question wasn't exactly what he was asking. Maybe the whole point of asking was to create a connection, establish trust, and isn't that what you've decided you wanted? “Nothing that’d leave a scar. ‘An unappealing woman wasn’t suited for a girl of my position.’ She’d say, like any dumbass in Wall Market would complain.”

“Did you-” he started but quickly stopped, the hesitation very evident as he fumbled for words. “What was your… ‘position’?”

You whipped around and leaned around his shoulder bewildered at the implications of his question. No way that straight laced Mr. Strife could be asking such a thing, but the blotchy red staining his ears and down his neck confirmed your suspicions. “Cloud Strife, are you asking me if I was a prostitute?” A sly smirk curled across your lips at the embarrassment etched into his facial features, and for a moment you thought he was going to leave until his eyes met yours and he put two and two together. He scoffed loudly as he barked out a ‘fuck off’ and stared at one of the falls.

“It’s a valid question I suppose.” You stood up and stretched out, a sigh of relief worked through your lips as your back cracked softly after being hunched over for so long. “I was never expected to put out, but seducing people was a large part of my description along with running the parlor." You paused briefly, as the need for transparency dug its hold into you. "While we’re talking about it, I guess I should tell you that I also helped out Andi at the Inn.” You felt his eyes land on you as he took in this new information. His face was as blank as it was when you'd met him, unreadable. “However, I was strictly a dancer, that did the occasional escort. I always joked that I was lethal arm candy.”

He stood back up and brushed the dirt from the back of his thighs. Sure he had the world's greatest poker face, but his eyes showed the war that was waging in his head, one moment hard and guarded the next soft and sullen. You took the moment to reach for your bag still on the ground, anything to escape his piercing gaze, but his much bigger hand cupped yours before snatching the strap from your grip and slinging it over his shoulder. “We should get back.” The air felt tense now. Every step he took away from you felt like a rift growing between you, and you nearly reached out to him. You would have if he hadn't turned back to you, his eyes now soft and warm, his hand outstretched in a silent invitation.

“Yeah.” You agreed lamely as you let your hand be enveloped in his as he led you towards the cliff. Another wicked idea popped into your head, and you couldn't resist the urge to fuck with him. Your thumb slid down to the soft spot on his palm and applied a bit of pressure in a circular motion into his skin. “Speaking of Madam M,” His narrowed gaze flicked over to you, his brow cocked in suspicion as you applied a bit more pressure. The grunt that rumbled through his chest shot molten heat straight to your core. “I heard you enjoyed her services.” He ripped his hand from yours as an agonizing groan filled the air and lit your heart on fire, the laughter that spilled from your lips made your lungs burn so bad you hunched over.

Little did you know that Barret could hear your laughter back at camp, and could see your silhouettes walking side by side. “Damn kids.”

*~*

What was the key to a good workout? Well, step one would be not to watch the pretty girl doing stretches beside his childhood friend. He only looked over for one second, and the moment you leaned down to touch your toes his concentration went right out the door. Your flexibility was astounding. He could only imagine the length you must have gone to stay that limber, and he had to wonder how else you you could utilize this skill.

He was ashamed to even think it, but Cloud was finding it a bit too easy to get ‘pumped up’. He had thought the fiends would be the biggest nuisance for the day, or Yuffie, not how he had to conceal his interest in you in front of not only your friends who were extremely observant, but an entire gym full of body buffs who were also eyeing you up. He wanted to bully himself behind you to shield you from their leering gaze, instead he settled to give anyone close a death glare until they became uncomfortable and left the area.

And then Tifa’s match started, and you caught him off guard once again. Until now you have been more a wallflower, quiet and observant from the sidelines, but this last week, since Costa Del Sol, he's noticed you were putting in more effort to be present. You joined more of the group discussions at meal times or put in your two cents when forming tactical plans. You were more forthcoming about the extent of your skill set, and even started training with Yuffie, giving her a few tips and tricks here and there. It’s almost as if you’ve finally allowed yourself the privilege of companions instead of keeping locking yourself away behind walls that were built to deny yourself friendship and love.

He didn’t want to admit it, because he enjoyed seeing you be happy, but he found himself feeling miffed that he had to share your attention with everyone now. Just days ago your sassy comebacks were for his ears only, now you're targeting Barret for everyone’s entertainment or taking quick jabs at Aerith for payback. There were some moments that felt reserved for him, like the other night, or today when you offered to help him prepare lunch, but it just isn't enough for him. He wasn't sure what bothered him more: the lack of attention or the fact that he actually craves you and it pisses him off that you haven't noticed.

“Damn, Tif, you’re so hot!” Your voice rattled inside his head as his hands clenched into fists at his sides. This shouldn’t bother him. He knew it was all friendly fun, but he’s literally right here. If you wanted to look at someone, shouldn't it be him? Why haven't you even glanced at him yet?

“What she said!” Aerith chimed in right after you while Yuffie cackled in delight.

A meaty hand slapped down on his shoulder interrupting his slow spiral into pure green jealousy, “Watch it, Spikey. Tifa's gonna steal yo girl.”

Cloud jerked his arm from the hulking man and scoffed. “As if.” His foul mood persisted, however, he felt the edges of his mouth twitching to curl as an idea formed in his head while those two little words played on repeat. His girl. His.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and weaved through the gathered audience until he was beside you. He wrapped a hand around your bicep, giving it a gentle tug to get your attention, and when those gorgeous e/c orbs were on him he cocked his head in the direction of the exit. You quirked a brow as if you were trying to say ‘now, really?’, but you turned and whispered something to Aerith before you followed him to the door. He walked the length of the building quickly then rounded the corner to be well out sight before he turned on you, your eyes widening as he backed you up into the siding and crashed his lips into yours before you could even question him.

This was nothing like your first kiss. This one was the remnants of the embers you kindled weeks ago in Junon, and fueled by his intense desire just to be near you. It was all of his frustration and impatience from moment he had his first taste, and now he’s not sure how he ever managed to survive without it. Without you.

His forearm came up to brace his weight against the stone wall behind you as you melted against him, his other moving up to cup your jaw. He angled your chin upwards, just a hair, so he could slip his tongue between your lips as they parted in the prettiest gasp he's ever heard. His heart slammed against his chest as your hands twisted into his shirt and your body molding to his like it was always meant to be here there. His hand slipped from your face in favor of winding into the silky tresses of your hair. He dominated the kiss leaving no room for you to toy with him, his tongue brushing against yours like you were the sweetest treat, only pulling away when his lungs burned from the lack of air.

His forehead rested against yours as he studied the look on your face, wanting to remember it for every second he had left on this planet. Your cheeks were rosy and eyes were hazy as you panted heavily, your chest brushing against his with every inhale. The scent of vanilla left him feeling foggy and his eyes settled on the slope of your perfect lips. His fingers trailed back to brush against the wet shine on your bottom lip, before placing one more peck on them as the crowd inside cheered for Tifa’s victory.

He couldn't contain the smug smirk that spread across his face as he looked at his handy work, and before you could even inquire about what had just occurred he decided to pull away and make his way back inside to rejoin the others like nothing had happened. At least now he could guarantee he was on your mind now.

He caught Barret shaking his head out of the corner of his eye, the hulking brute more observant than he seems. Cloud only shrugged, before crossing his arms over his chest once more now content with today’s job, and ready for tomorrow’s grueling trek up Mount Corel.

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So I originally had some more pining before the first smut scene, but an idea popped in my head for the Golden Saucer coming up. What do you guys think? Should the longing continue or is everyone getting thirsty? Leave a comment!

[mynameiskan]

[Highschool AU] Who is the most popular?

Please read from right to left.

Use #Shinra Highschool to see more content of my FF7 highschool au.

What do you think about the result 👀?

This au is so fun. You can literally use any crazy idea in this setting and it still makes perfect sense 🤣🤣🤣

[semverami]

YᑌᖴᖴIᗴ // ᗷᗩᖇᖇᗴT // TIᖴᗩ // ᗩᗴᖇITᕼ - ᖴIᑎᗩᒪ ᖴᗩᑎTᗩՏY 7 ᖇᗴᗷIᖇTᕼ IᑕOᑎՏ

//I can't wait for this game seriously

[apemantusafterdark]

Wolf and Rose - Catching Up

They arrived in town just after sunset. The villagers had, for the most part, retired for the night, leaving the place feeling strangely empty. Cloud parked and covered Fenrir in a small shed before he and Yuffie headed over to Nidhogg Inn.

The town was even quieter than usual, with most of the replacement population having drifted away after Shinra's demise. As for their own accommodations, Cloud and Tifa had both been adamant about not staying in their respective "homes", deeming it far too creepy to try and sleep inside of those eerie replicas. And although Vincent maintained that the Shinra manor was now perfectly safe, what with having purged the building of any remaining monstrosities, that option was quickly overruled, as well. Thankfully, the local inn had seen an expansion in the intervening years. The local population might have been dwindling, but the tourism trade around Nibelheim was, paradoxically, starting to pick up.

Yuffie paused by the doorway, glancing at Cloud, looking a little nervous. "Well… I guess this is it."

Sensing her hesitation, Cloud took her hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. "Can't keep this a secret forever."

Yuffie nodded, still shy about letting people know about her relationship with Cloud. "Yeah… you're right. It's now or never."

Cloud nodded, giving her a reassuring look, one that said "I'm here with you."

The two of them pushed the double doors open in unison, then walked inside, hand in hand. To their surprise, the only other Avalanche members present were Cid, Barret, and Red XIII. The crimson beast lay stretched out before a roaring fire near the center of the living room, while the two men were seated at the bar, enjoying a nightcap. Red looked up at them lazily for a second, then yawned and laid his head back down. Cid and Barret, similarly, glanced at the pair for a moment, then returned to their conversation. The fact that they were holding hands went unremarked.

"Hey, guys," Yuffie greeted them. "Any luck?"

"Nothin' so far," Barret said. "Figure we'd better get some rest and start fresh in the morning."

"Right," she replied. "Speaking of which, I could do with a shower. Hot water heater still work?"

Cid shrugged. "Sorta. Ya might be able to squeeze a few drops of hot water outta that thing if you hurry."

"Cool," Yuffie said. "Meet me upstairs in a bit?" she added, turning to Cloud.

"You got it," he replied, giving her hand another gentle squeeze. "Just need to go over a couple of things with Barret first."

"'kay," Yuffie said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before skipping upstairs.

Cloud seated himself next to Cid and Barret, ordering a simple whiskey. "Search going okay on your end?" he asked.

"'bout as well as can be expected, given the terrain," Cid replied. "Don't worry, we're bound to spot them sooner or later."

Cloud nodded. The three of them drank in silence for a short while, before he noticed that someone else seemed to be absent. "Where's Tifa?"

"She ain't reported back yet," Barret said.

"This late?" Cloud asked, growing concerned.

"She called a few minutes back, said she might be running late," Cid explained.

"Don't worry, we're keepin' an eye on the situation," Barret reassured him.

"We've gotta go after her," Cloud insisted, turning to leave before Barret stopped him.

"Listen, man. You two been running yourselves ragged all week. Go get some sleep. I got this."

"But I-"

"Trust us," Cid added. "We've got this."

"… All right," Cloud replied, still not entirely convinced. "But wake me up if anything happens."

"Of course."

He began to head upstairs when Cid spoke up again, this time in a more amused tone of voice. "So… you and the brat, huh?"

Cloud paused for a moment. "You don't seem surprised."

Barret laughed. "The way you two been making doe eyes at each other all year? Nah."

"Had a feeling about you two ever since Kadaj and them," Cid said. "Didn't know hyperactive kleptomaniacs were your type," he added with a chuckle.

"There's more to Yuffie than that," Cloud thought. "A lot more."

Outwardly, he said "Yeah… who would have thought?" With that, he headed upstairs to join his girlfriend.

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A/N: Oh, look. I did another thing. That's two whole things! Go me! Btw, this is all completely off the cuff, unplanned, and I have no idea where it's going. We'll just have to see how it turns out.

By the way, should I vary up the thumbnail? Idk, maybe change the color scheme or something?

Part 1 is here in case you missed it.

[protemporescitor]

Yuffie casually confirming that AerTi is a thing.

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Tifa: I’m going to kill Cloud.

Yuffie: No you’re not. You love him too much.

Tifa: No I don’t.

Barret: I want you to think of a world without Cloud for 30 seconds.

*30 seconds pass*

Tifa, in tears: Fuck you.

[little-black-dress-zack-fair]

Yuffie: I am the ultimate third wheel.

Aerith: *cuddling with Tifa* You shouldn’t think that way.

Barret: *holding hand with Vincent* Yes, what makes you say that?

Cloud: *sitting on Zack’s lap* Completely untrue.

Cid: *with Shera arm in arm* Just like they say.

Yuffie: Wow. I have leveled up to nineth wheel. I am truly powerful.

[eschercaine]

Aerith tries to snatch the Black Materia from Sephiroth but fails.