#cloud strife reader insert

[kyasarinkishinuma]

Night.

Summary: Cloud comes home from a mission to find you pulling an all-nighter, and he agrees to stay up with you.

Pairing: Cloud Strife x Reader

Themes: Roommates AU, Fluff

AO3 link

Your apartment had long been plunged into darkness when the front door creaked open, admitting a late-night visitor. Or rather, a late-night homecomer, as this apartment was not yours alone.

Cloud placed his sword by the door, propping it up against the wall once he had shut the door behind him. He let his eyes drift to you, curled up on the couch beneath a blanket. You hadn’t greeted him as you were completely indulged in your study of the weighty book resting in your hands. It didn’t bother him.

“Hey,” he spoke offhandedly, not expecting a response as he stepped further into the humble apartment. You gave off a hum in response, brows knitted together as you committed your whole attention to the words swimming in front of your tired eyes. Cloud hesitated then at the hallway leading to your separate rooms then, glancing back at you briefly.

“Whatcha reading?” He asked casually, choosing to commit a moment longer to you, his roommate. It just so happened that Midgar was short on apartments for broke people, and it just so happened that you were one of the few people that he could put up with. You were quiet, calm and minded your own business. You asked nothing of him, only that he paid his half of the rent. He was fine with that. But over the weeks, living within the same apartment had inevitably led you to become more acquainted with one another. Talking became more natural, all while holding that nonchalance that had always been there. Conversations that didn’t mean anything. The easy kind.

Grateful for an excuse to get away from your reading if only for a moment, you let your gaze wander to Cloud, lazily stretching out over the couch. He was filthy. Cloud always came back like that. In the early hours of the morning, looking like he had just tumbled in the Midgar dirt. You never really asked him why, just like you never asked him about the massive sword he carried around. This was Midgar, after all. Nothing’s too weird to be true. The blonde had opened up to you about a couple things in time, though, as you had with him. “Oh, you know, the usual.” You gave a quiet groan, rubbing your hand over your eyes. They were burning from the strain of pulling an all-nighter. “University stuff.”

“Yeah.” Cloud nodded then, somewhat awkwardly. Like he didn’t know how to respond to that. He wasn’t big on talking. “You want a coffee?” But he was still very thoughtful, in his own way. You smiled at the proposition, nodding as you suppressed a yawn.

“Yeah. That’d be great, actually.”

“Give me a minute.” 

“Thanks, Cloud.” You called after him, but you got no response. Sighing through your nose, you curled back onto the couch, casting a wary look down at your book. You had been at it for hours, slaving away at your university assignments. It may seem silly to those like Cloud who were out there doing actual jobs. But to you, it was important. It was your chance at a better future than one in the slums.

You hadn’t realized you were falling asleep right then, nodding off as you fell deeper and deeper into your thoughts until Cloud came back with two mugs in his hands. “You okay?” He asked you, mako eyes burning into your face as you were startled awake with a quiet snort. You flushed in embarrassment but the mercenary didn’t even seem to notice it, handing you your cup of coffee.

“Thanks.” You brought the drink to your lips, feeling Cloud’s weight plop down on the couch next to you. He casually slung his arm over the side of the couch opposite of yours, making himself comfortable in his filthy state. You didn’t complain. “Did you get in a fight with Barret again?” 

Cloud’s gaze followed yours, focusing on a bruise on his arm, one too large to have been caused by a mere trip-up. He didn’t show a reaction, leaning back against the couch as he shrugged.

“Maybe.”

You laughed quietly then, shaking your headd. Sounds about right. It did kind of surprise you, though, that a guy as quiet as Cloud always seemed to be getting into fights. A silence fell over you both as you held your mugs in your hands, simply enjoying the cover of peace that only existed at night in this city. You could still hear the distant ruckus of breaking glass and drunken shouting from further down the street, sure, but it was nothing to how rowdy it would get during the daytime.

“You should really go sleep if you’re tired.”

Cloud’s voice broke into your thoughts as you looked over to him, finding him looking back. His expression was its usual. Neutral, unreadable. Except in time you had learned to pick up one small but crucial detail. His brows were furrowed in the slightest, eyes set on you intently. Like he meant it. He had shifted out of his lazy slouch, sitting up in the slightest. Attentive.

You showed him a tired smile then. Cloud was right. Some shut-eye wouldn’t hurt you. But you absolutely had to get this reading done by tomorrow. “I know. But these books won’t read themselves.”

“Can I help?” 

You had to admit you were surprised by the prompt reply, feeling his eyes burn into yours. It didn’t seem like he was letting up. Truth be told, this kind of attention was not something you saw everyday from your roommate. It was a side of him you got to see slowly, bit by bit as talking became easier. In a way, perhaps he was seeing that side of you too, ever since you had first offered to stitch up his wounds for him.

You shook your head. After that it was like Cloud hadn’t said anything at all, his posture relaxing as he laid back against the couch and turned to focus on the empty TV screen. But you did reconsider his offer after a moment. “Well… There might be something.” You heard him hum absently. “Maybe you can stay up with me until I’m done?”

Cloud didn’t respond right away. You figured he was giving it some thought as he leaned back further against the couch and crossed his arms. His answer came shortly after. “Sure. I wasn’t planning on going to sleep yet, anyway.”

“Great.” You showed him a grateful smile, making yourself comfortable on the couch. “Thanks.” 

And so you read, and so did Cloud, picking up some book he found laying around. ‘LOVELESS’. Ha. You hadn’t taken him for the type. Or perhaps he wasn’t. Peeking at him from over the top of your book, watching his focused eyes and tireless demeanor, you had to wonder if he really had meant to stay up or if he was doing it because you had asked him to. Regardless, his company was… nice. It made it easier to study this late into the night, knowing someone else was there with you.

About an hour in, just as you were nearing the end of your chapter Cloud slid off the couch, stretched his hands over his head and straightened out. “Going to shower. I’ll be back in a bit.” He told you from over his shoulder, blue eyes briefly meeting yours as you nodded. He left, the sound of the shower soon letting itself be known as you dove back into your reading.

By the time Cloud came back you were fast asleep, book held limply in your hands as your body was slumped against the back of the couch. He frowned a bit, examining the scene as he wondered what to do. In the end he chose not to wake you. Instead he moved the book out of your hands, marking the page before he placed a blanket over you. The nights were cold in the slums. He let himself observe you for a moment, shaking his head. He wished you had taken his words more seriously. At this rate you were working more than he was. However, it seemed sleep had gotten the better of you. In any case, it seemed that reading that was so important to you would have to wait until tomorrow.

“Night.”

And with that he shut the lights, dousing the apartment in the early morning darkness.

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[crisiscutie]

Cloud, Vincent, Sephiroth realizing their darling has been feeling jealous lately because of a close friend/worker who has been obviously flirting with them despite knowing they are taken. What is their response when this person confesses to them and kisses them and their darling witnessed everything before running off to their home and locking them out. How would they prove that they have no feelings towards this person? How would they prove their loyalty?

Vincent: He's been patient with this insistent admirer for a while. Although they're friendly, Vincent had firmly stated his unavailability. The flirting paused momentarily, but then they later came clean about their feelings towards him. He was about to sigh and shake his head at their confession, but then they surprised him by kissing him. He would quickly push them off before his eyes met those of his darling. He would dart off after his darling, calling their name.

He would immediately declare his love for them, even if they shrugged him off, and tell them there is NOTHING that will take him away from them. After that, he would actually give them time to themselves, so they can process the situation and realize things weren't what it seemed. He also needs that time himself to cool off from recent events. Vincent might have mutual friends check in on them, making sure they're safe. When the fateful day comes, he'd be there, waiting for his darling so their confrontation would be underway.

Sephiroth: He hasn't been giving this insistent admirer much attention, if any at all, for the longest, even before they started flirting with him. He just didn't care for their personality and figured they must be one of his annoying fans from the Silver Elite. He failed to pick up on their flirtation for a while, but once he did, he became curt and impatient, having no time for their nonsense. They very know well Sephiroth has a darling. When they tried to confess to him, he was already preparing to leave. But just as he was about to go, they grabbed him and kissed him. He had to collect his bearings after an unwanted kiss almost triggered his typical battle mode. When he saw his darling standing there, his heart nearly stopped, and he knew he had to make things right. He resisted the urge to use his Masamune against the admirer because his love for his darling was stronger than his hatred for them. When he tried to reach out to his darling, the rejection would sting him deeply.

To prove his loyalty, he would constantly check up on his darling himself. Calling them, sending texts, leaves traces of the black feathers from his wings around their home. In his more frequent dark moods, he even considered bringing the admirer's head back to the darling's footstep. Over time, he felt helpless in the face of the stressful conflict with his darling, and eventually distanced himself from them and everything else. But thankfully, time healed the wound for the darling, and they would come to comfort him after having their confrontation.

Cloud: Like Sephiroth, he wouldn't pay too much attention to the admirer at first, only tolerating their antics because they are a good friend outside of the unwanted flirting. At one point, he started to even think this admirer was simply messing with him, since it's already so obvious that Cloud is dedicated to his darling. Cloud even took their love confession as a joke at first, simply shrugging his shoulders and muttering a "whatever". When he saw his darling behind the admirer, his eyes would soften, but then he was caught off guard as the admirer suddenly kissed him. He would be put in a confused trance as his darling ran out of the room. He would ignore the admirer and take some time to himself figuring out what happened. Once he fully processed the situation, guilt would overtake him. He should've realized what his admirer really wanted. He should've taken a stronger stance.

He would consult his other friends who are neutral third parties to do about this situation. He would be still be afraid to confront his darling, so it would be a long time. Meanwhile, his friends would occasionally check up on the darling, leaving somewhat subtle hints that Cloud is staying loyal to them. And Cloud himself would secretly check up on them as he slowly became more at ease, unintentionally leaving hints of presence around them. Eventually, his own darling would confront him, expressing their feelings and coming to realize Cloud only had eyes for them. They acknowledged their issues, committed to fixing them, and rebuilt trust..

Gloomy, edgy boys getting there and their darling's heartbroken makes me so sad... I think Vincent is obviously the most mature, so I think he would have a better response, at least compared to Sephy and Cloud.

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #cloud strife #vincent valentine #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy x reader #sephiroth x reader #ff7 #cloud strife x reader #vincent valentine x reader #c.c rambles #ff7 x reader #ff7 headcanons #gender neutral insert #gender neutral reader

[final-fantasy-imagines]

OMG!! for the ff7 shortfic, what abouttttt

Cloud + flowers ?

(abit stupid i know but im starving for Cloud fics 😭)

Not stupid at all! I think it's a really cute prompt. :) Hope you enjoy!

Cloud Strife + “flowers”

In Midgar, flowers are rare. Most of them can’t thrive there, not up on the plate and not down in the slums, no matter how hard you tried to grow them in a pot on your windowsill. In Kalm, though, flowers seem to be pretty much everywhere. They decorate the streets in large pots, they adorn windows and even hang from streetlamps in special baskets. They glow in the morning sun, and they fill the air with the rich aroma of something pure, something sweet. 

They remind Cloud of you. Every time he sets his eyes on the colorful blossoms, he has to stop for a minute because the memories just come rushing back to him. The way your eyes sparkled when you smiled; how you used to giggle when he sneaked up on you while you were tending to your miserable little garden on the windowsill. Every time, he just stands there and stares at the flowers as he thinks of you and wonders if you’d like this place. 

He wishes he could show you everything – the tall observation tower, the untamed and beautiful nature that awaits behind the walls of Kalm, and, of course, the flowers. But you weren’t here, you hadn’t left Midgar together with him and the others – no, you, brave and selfless and compassionate as you were, had decided to stay to help the people in the slums. And while Cloud has always admired you for thinking about others first, he still finds himself wishing that, just this one time, you’d had put yourself first. Because then, you’d be here with him now, admiring all those pretty flowers and laughing as he’d wrap his arm around your waist to pull you closer. 

With a sigh, he looks at the beautiful flower arrangement in the large concrete pot in front of the inn he and the others are staying, and he makes a promise to himself. One that he’s adamant to keep, no matter what it will cost him.

One day, when he’s resolved this mess he found himself in ever since he decided to help Avalanche, he’ll bring you here. And then he will help you to build that peaceful, picture-perfect life you always deserved.

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[therebels787]

No Need To Be Shy

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, I haven't really had the inspiration to write another fic. This one a bit cheesey honestly but I thought it was a cute idea. I also have another one I'm working on that a bit of a lewd on but honestly I don't think that'll be any good. Anywho I hope you all enjoy this one, it was fun to write.

You looked throughout the apartment, your bedroom lay empty and clean, the guest-turned office was slightly a mess but really who cared, as long as no one was in there, you were good, and the living/dining room was also empty. Finally! You could do something you hadn't had the chance to do in such a long time.

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    Cloud was bone-tired, he had been on the road for what felt like a month. He had been travelling back and forth between Kalm and Edge all week. No one was making up their damn mind or talking to one another. It absolutely drained the poor man. At least now he's a little better at talking with people, so it wasn't as bad. Compared to how he was a few years ago, it's like he was a different person. Sometimes though, when he's been gone for a bit too long, he wonders what would’ve happened if things had taken another course.

    ‘I might’ve never met Barret's annoying ass, reunited with Tifa, had the kids, made a new family or met…y/n,' he paused for a moment then shook his head, 'I definitely wouldn’t have been as happy.’ Cloud thought with a small smile. He just really couldn’t wait to see you. All he wanted was to relax with a nice warm meal, cuddle up next to you, watch some corny movies, and just sleep with you in his arms. The thought alone made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Something he never would admit to liking, since he still had a reputation to keep.

He quickly got to your guys' shared apartment, and went to unlock the door. He was picturing you giving him that sweet smile of yours, walking up and embracing him (with a kiss hopefully), and just expressing all those annoying lovable feelings that he only let out for you.

What he wasn’t picturing when he unlocked the door, was to hear music. Naturally, Cloud knew you were really into music, but most of the time you would only listen to it when you had your earbuds in after dinner, when you both cleaned up or when you were working from home on some commissions in the office. This was slightly out of his comfort zone, but nevertheless, he walked through the door and shut it behind him.

The song was not something he thought you would listen to. He knew you for your f/m/g, something he could also enjoy if you had played it around him, but this was a bit more modern. More…he didn't know what, but it sounded really cliche? Anywho, he looked around the living room trying to figure out just what was happening before he noticed a slight bit of movement in the kitchen. Slowly he approached. What he found was quite…interesting to say the least.

There you were dancing, your sweet little heart out to some old pop songs that so many people hated back in the day. You never really were good at dancing but that didn't stop you at this moment. You were twirling, shaking your hips, hell even jumping at some point. None of that mattered to you. You were having the time of your life and Cloud loved it. 

He leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen and just watched, honestly if he had a camera he would've been recording but that felt a bit weird. Either way, he loved watching this side of you.

Once the song was done you let out a shaky breath and went over to turn off the music. Once that was taken care of you turned to see your boyfriend giving you a goofy smile.

"...heya." You whispered and gave an awkward wave.

"Hello," he replied with a nod of his head.

"..."

"..."

"...so how much did you see there?"

Cloud thought for a moment, "I'm not too sure."

"Ok…"

"You looked like you were having fun," he said as he moved from the doorway towards you.

"Y-yeah, it was pretty fun tbh." You reply as you bow your head, feeling too embarrassed to look at him. Cloud, being Cloud though, was not about to let you keep feeling like that. He lifted your head, and gave you a reassuring smile before dragging you into a tight hug, which you quickly returned.

"Why are you such a dork?"

"Maybe because I'm in love with one?" You muttered back against his shoulder, causing him to laugh.

"And here I was, about to offer to be your dance partner for next time."

That made you gasp, you knew about the whole "Miss Cloud Incident '' from Tifa, so you had just assumed that Cloud wouldn't want to dance. You softly pushed yourself away from him just so you could look up into his eyes, which honestly you could just get lost in for hours on end (because you have, too many times now to count), and blinked a few times before asking-

"Really? You would dance with me?"

Cloud wasn't expecting you to sound so surprised.

"Of course," he started to feel a bit flustered with the way you were looking at him. It was the same face you made when he confessed way back when.

You looked like someone that was told their whole life that they could finally have the one thing they were never even allowed to look at, let alone think of. That face always made him feel like he was worth something, that you made him worth something, (he knew that wasn't how it works but still).

"I'd do anything for you, y/n." He said before capturing your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. You both stayed like that for a few seconds before pulling away. You relaxed a little more and placed your head on his chest as he held you. "Just don't expect me to do any crazy dance moves ok?" He said.

"Of course babe." You laughed, causing Cloud to think for a moment.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Tifa told you, didn't she?"

"Yup."

Cloud quickly regretted this agreement.

#cloud strife #cloud strife x reader #cloud x reader #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy cloud #fluff #gender neutral reader #reader insert #x reader #ffvii cloud x reader #ff7 cloud x reader #happens during Advent Children cause i love older Cloud #like seriously he's just such a dork #poor cloud #mentions miss cloud #also the song is baby cause that is bop and you cant tell me otherwise #baby by justin bieber specific

[gojoluvrrx]

Reversed Roles || Cloud x Fem!Reader [NSFW]

MINORS DNI!!

Character: Cloud Strife, Final Fantasy series

Warnings: smut, make-out sessions, handjob, blowjob, pegging, fingering

Summary: Cloud was always the one to make you feel good, but now it was your turn.

Words: 1358

You sighed in annoyance, standing in front of Cloud, who was obviously tired and aching all over. But, he didn’t want to admit it. Just like any other time you asked him how he was doing, he’d always respond with, ’fine’ and shrugged it off. You weren’t that naïve, though. You noticed right off the bat that he needed some relaxation, just some time to recover from the constant fighting. 

‘’Let me help you, okay?’’ You said, looking up at him with puppy eyes, begging for him to let you help him relax. ‘’I have something in mind, which I think could help you relax your muscles a bit.’’ A tiny smirk formed on your lips, causing Cloud to raise an eyebrow and shake his head in confusion. ‘’Well, what did you have in mind?’’ He asked, crossing his arms as he impatiently waited for you to answer. ‘’Promise me you’ll listen to me?’’

He nodded his head slowly, only getting more confused at your vague questions. ‘’So, you know how you’re always the one that makes me feel good, right? How about we reverse the roles and l’ll do the same to you…’’ The blonde’s eyes widened at your ridiculous offer, his cheeks burning up as he cleared his throat. ‘’You know I’d never do that.’’ He replied, rubbing his temples in frustration. It was clear that Cloud was completely overthrown by this question.

‘’Fine, I guess.’’ 

Your eyes sparkled, grabbing Cloud’s hand as you pulled him towards the bed. You pushed him down onto the hard mattress, sitting on top of his lap with the biggest smile on your face. Without another word, you pushed your lips against his, both of you letting out soft moans into each other’s mouth. You gave the boy one last kiss, before lifting your head up. You were out of breath, Cloud was heavily panting, just like you were. The two of you have had heavy make-out sessions before, but this one felt like it had been building up for a long time. 

You pulled up your top, lifting it over your head and throwing it to the side. You did exactly the same with the skirt and your undergarments, leaving you in just your bra. Cloud got the hint and pulled off his shirt and pants, revealing a well-built body underneath all the fabric. Your eyes trailed from his pretty face, down to his chest and the bulge that was forming under the last piece of fabric. Your hand moved down to his erect dick, your slim fingers moving to the rim of his underwear, pulling it down to his legs with a bit of his help. 

When your eyes met his, he avoided your gaze, his cheeks glowing a bright red hue. ‘’May I?’’ You chuckled, wrapping your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue around his as you looked up at him. ‘’Yes…’’ Cloud’s breathing sped up, twitching at the touch of your lips on his cock. 

After taking it easy on the blonde, you sped up your movements, going down on his cock at a quick pace. Some soft whimpers started leaving Cloud’s mouth, his hand holding a gentle grip on the silky strands of your hair, tightening every time you swirled your tongue around him. ‘’S-Stop-’’ He muttered under his breath, making you stop what you were doing. You looked into his eyes as you spoke up, ‘’Hm, what is it? You need to speak up.’’ You said sternly, wiping off the saliva from your mouth. ‘’Stop what?’’ 

‘’I can’t go much longer like this.’’ Cloud covered his face, it was an even brighter red than before. ‘’How about I start prepping you then, sounds good?’’ He quickly nodded without saying another word, he looked embarrassed, but deep down you knew how much he loved it when you took the lead and called shots. 

You grabbed the lube from a small night stand next to the bed, as you opened the cap, the liquid came flowing out. You applied a generous amount on your fingers and some on his aching hole. Cloud shivered at the cold substance hitting his skin, turning his head away from you, which only made you even more excited. You rubbed two of your fingers on his hole covered in lube. Before pushing your fingers inside, you made quick eye contact with Cloud, making sure he was ready. In one swift motion, your fingers slipped inside, moving around easily with the lube. He groaned at the feeling, you could tell he wasn’t completely relaxed. ‘’Hey, relax a bit. Let me take the lead.’’ Your other hand cupped his cheek reassuringly as you whispered those words into his ear.  

It didn’t take much longer for him to fully relax and lean into your touch. You thrusted your fingers gently into him, curling them from time to time, which made Cloud whimper even more than before. He pushed his hips into you, creating friction between the two of you. His whimpers only grew louder as you sped up, hitting his sweet spot every time you curled your fingers. 

He was already a mess, and the worst was yet to come. 

After some time, you decided it was time for a bigger treat. You got up and grabbed the silicone strap-on from one of the drawers of the night stand. Cloud’s heart was racing as he looked at it, you had never done this before, but you wanted to give him the exact same pleasure he always gave you. 

With a bit of struggle, you managed to put it on. You tightened the straps as you then lubed the entire thing up. The lube was spread nicely as you stroked it gently. ‘’On your knees~’’ You mused, watching Cloud do as he was told. 

As soon as he was on his knees, face down into the pillow, you pushed the silicone dick inside him. His back arched, earning you a loud moan mixed with heavy breathing and whimpering. 

You slowly fucked him, the lube creating a squelching sound every time you pushed it further inside. It wasn’t halfway in yet, but he already looked ravished. He moaned loudly, whining when you pushed it in further and further. All you could do was watch his pretty face as you fucked him into the mattress. Even you were moaning, panting with every thrust you made. 

You wrapped one of your arms around his chest, using the other to stroke his dick roughly. Your skin smacked against his plump ass, it was turning red from how you were pounding into him. Cloud stopped you for a moment, turning himself around as he then quickly signed you to continue. The smirk on your face was so obvious to the boy, it made him even more aroused than before. 

Cloud wrapped both his legs around you, pushing you down into his needy ass even more. ‘’Look who’s being a good boy for me, hm?’’ You said, kissing down his neck and chest, pampering him all over. His nails dug into your skin, leaving red trails down your back. 

It wasn’t much longer until you noticed he was reaching his orgasm. Your hand wrapped around his cock once more, your thumb moving over his tip. You knew how sensitive he was there. Cloud moaned, throwing his head back into the pillow as he came all over you. Your chest was covered in cum, dripping down to your stomach and pussy. 

‘’Look at you. You really needed that.’’ You chuckled, scooping some liquid on your finger and licking it off. ‘’No I didn’t.’’ He replied, getting up from the bed, but sitting back down right away. ‘’You really went at it, huh.’’ He sighed, rubbing his back as he looked over at you. You crawled over to him, sitting down next to the blonde. 

‘’Next time, I’ll go easy on you.’’

#cloud strife #final fantasy vii #final fantasy imagines #cloud strife x reader #smut #reader insert #cloud smut #final fantasy series

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kirby X afab!Reader X Various

Synopsis: Being an attendant to the Smash residence comes with many ups and downs. However, MC would never trade the memorable times she bonded with its lovable residents.

Word Count: 5,513

The loud round of applause echoed as a deep male voice spoke. A certain girl hummed, dusting off her clothes as she stood up from her comfy seat. Her eyes glossed over the wall clock in the common room, a smile tugging at her lips. 

"Ah, it's already time."

This announcement was like her routine; whenever the match ended, she would head over to the exit of the stage, awaiting the fighters who just finished. However, she doesn't just do this for everyone, after all, she also has responsibilities to do in the household. The only time that she would go out of her way to finish her tasks early and receive the fighters after their match is when he is included...

"Too bad that I wasn't able to watch the match. But at least I could still greet and accompany them."

The woman elicited a small giggle, making her way toward the arena entryway where they would come out. The soft clank of her low-heeled flats brought about a warm ambiance noise in the halls, and as she was nearing the mahogany double door, it creaked open. 

Her (e/c) eyes widened in anticipation, her legs speeding up to greet the gang. "Hey, everyone!" 

At her call, the four fighters whipped their attention toward her. Although surprised, they were still expecting her to come, and it made them really happy that a smile bloomed on their faces. But for a certain fluffball, he instead immediately ran towards her and jumped into her arms as soon as he got there. 

"Whoah, there, Kācchan!" (Y/n) chuckled as she caught the 3-foot pink ball in her arms. 

"Poyo!" chirped Kirby as he blinked cutely and smiled at her. This earned a squeal from the girl as she lightly squeezed his large body. 

"I see that you're still favoring Kirby," Zelda commented as she walked over to the two. Her blue eyes scanned the pink fluff ball getting comfy in (Y/n)'s arms before focusing her attention on the woman. "I'm kinda envious." 

"You never do this to just anyone, after all," Shulk added, a frown sporting his lips. "It kinda sucks that the lil' guy is always on your mind." 

An apologetic smile emerged on her lips as she adjusted Kirby in her hold. In a moment, her hand glossed over the fighter's body as an iridescent light glowed from her palm. Within seconds, Kirby's body shrunk to its original size. The other fighters were in awe at her display of ability. 

"I'm sorry, you guys. I didn't mean to ignore you," (Y/n) started, tucking the now small Kirby in her arms as the fluff ball enjoyed being in her hold. She gave them a sweet smile, the corner of her eyes crinkling. "Anyway, great job on your match. Although I wasn't able to watch the fight, I hope you guys enjoyed yourselves." 

"Aw~ Thanks, (Y/n). Hopefully, you'll be able to watch our matches more frequently," Zelda simpered, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. 

"Hopefully," she nodded.

"Well, I'm hungry," the blonde boy said. "I'll be going on now. See you later, (Y/n)!" 

"See you, Shulk," she waved him goodbye. 

"See you around as well," Zelda winked at the girl as she followed after Shulk. 

"Bye~" 

Her gaze lingers on for a while, watching as the two fighters rounded the corner. After they were out of the hallway, she turned her attention to the quiet fighter who had been with them since earlier. Joker stared at her, a smirk plastered on his face though he didn't speak even a word. 

"So, what are your plans after this, Ren?"

The ravenette shrugged, though the playful smile didn't leave his face. "Hm. Maybe I could follow you around? I haven't been spending time with you ever since I came here, after all." 

"Sly flirting isn't getting you anywhere with me, Ren," she playfully rolled her eyes. Turning on her heels, she walked a few steps before tilting her head back to look at him. The corner of her lips tugged upwards as her eyes twinkled. "But either way, you're always welcome to accompany me." 

"I'll take up your offer then," Joker chuckled to himself, trailing behind the (h/c)-tressed woman with Kirby in her arms.

As they walked together down the corridor, (Y/n) and Joker engaged in easy conversation, sharing stories and laughter. The presence of the small pink puffball, Kirby, added a sense of light-heartedness to their interactions. Joker was known for his enigmatic persona, but around (Y/n), he seemed more relaxed, revealing glimpses of his true self.

They strolled through the halls of the mansion, exchanging anecdotes about their experiences and getting to know each other better. The atmosphere was comfortable and easy as if they had been friends for a long time. Kirby occasionally chimed in with his adorable noises, as if he were part of the conversation.

As they turned a corner, they found themselves in a quieter section of the building, settling beside the wall. The large row of windows offered a view of the setting sun casting a warm golden hue over the landscape. (Y/n) leaned against the windowsill, gazing outside, lost in thought.

Joker observed her quietly for a moment before speaking, his voice soft. "You seem lost in your own world."

(Y/n) turned her attention back to him, a wistful smile on her lips. "Just reminiscing, I suppose. Sometimes I find solace in the simple moments, like watching the sunset after an eventful day."

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I can relate. Life can be so chaotic, especially with what we do. It's important to find those moments of tranquility."

"Poyo!" Kirby let out a contented squeak, snuggling closer to (Y/n) as if agreeing with their sentiment. The three of them shared a silent connection, appreciating the peaceful interlude.

"Hey, Ren," (Y/n) began, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "Behind that charismatic mask of yours, what's the real you like?"

Joker's smirk softened into a thoughtful expression. He leaned against the windowsill beside her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "The real me... I suppose I'm someone who's learned to adapt and improvise. Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges, and I've become quite skilled at navigating through them."

"Sounds like you've had an interesting journey," she remarked, intrigued.

He chuckled. "That's one way to put it. And what about you, (Y/n)? What's the story behind the person I see before me?"

(Y/n) glanced at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of warmth and vulnerability. "I'm someone who believes in the power of connections. Whether it's with people or the world around me, I find beauty in those moments that bring us closer together."

Joker studied her, his gaze intensifying. "You have a way of making people feel seen and valued."

A faint blush graced her cheeks, but she met his gaze with a steady look. "I think we all have that power within us. It's just a matter of recognizing it."

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the hall. Joker and (Y/n) continued to share their thoughts and dreams, their words flowing effortlessly. The bond between them deepened, forged through genuine conversation and mutual understanding.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, (Y/n) turned to Joker with a grin. "Well, Ren, I should probably head back soon. But I'm glad we had this time to talk."

He nodded, a rare softness in his eyes. "Likewise. Let's do this again sometime."

With a final exchange of smiles, they parted ways for the moment, Kirby still nestled comfortably in (Y/n)'s arms. The echoes of their laughter lingered in the hallway, a testament to the unexpected connections that could blossom in the moment.

In the cozy kitchen of the Smash Mansion, (Y/n) was busy gathering ingredients, and preparing to make a special dessert. Since today is one of the rare days she could relax and treat a certain pink fluffball to her homemade dessert, the (h/c)-tressed woman decided to do just that.

"He's cute even if he's this quiet."

A smile appeared on her lips, gazing fondly at the 3-inch Kirby waddling around the kitchen counter. His blue orbs blinked a couple of times before he flopped down and rocked on his back. Usually, when he's in the kitchen, Kirby would be running around trying to eat anything he sets his eyes on, edible or not.

But (Y/n) wasn't complaining to see how well-behaved the fluffball is right now. Focusing back on her task, the woman started pouring ingredients into a bowl, making the batter first.

She had planned to make strawberry shortcake — one of her signature desserts that Kirby likes a lot. Then, she might make a couple of other cakes and pastries to treat the residents of Smash Mansion.

(Y/n) hummed to herself, an upbeat and gentle tune resonating around the spacious kitchen, bringing a bit of life into her baking session. As the kitchen counter was filled with various raw ingredients waiting to be assembled and baked, a certain pink puffball couldn't help but be entranced by the available food in front of him.

Still in his 3-inch form, Kirby sneaked around the counter, away from (Y/n)'s gaze. His determined oceanic hues were fixated on the bowl of batter in front of him. With a quiet hop, he hung from the edge of the bowl. Immediately, his eyes sparkled at the delicious batter inside.

"Uh-uh—Kācchan," the small fluffball flinched in surprise at her sudden voice, almost falling into the bowl of batter if it wasn't for her fast reaction to catch him by his feet. Now that he was hanging upside down, (Y/n) lifted him up at face level, frowning at him. "No, Kācchan, you can't eat it yet. It's not ready."

"Poyo..." Kirby's face deflated, pouting.

The woman gently set Kirby down on the counter once more, gently rubbing his head in a comforting manner. Although upset that he couldn't just eat anything while she was still working on the dessert, the puffball was more than happy to receive such gestures from his favorite person in the whole world.

"Osha, suki!" he chirped, literal sparkles in his blue orbs.

(Y/n) chuckled at his cuteness and blushed at his honest words. "Thank you, Kācchan. I like you too. Now, wait patiently until I finish your cake, alright?"

Kirby nodded. Smiling at him one last time, the (h/c)-haired woman hurriedly finished her work. He sat there, watching (Y/n) work diligently, his eyes following every move. Although he promised not to eat raw ingredients, he couldn't stop his stomach from growling in anticipation or his mouth watering from the temptations surrounding him.

And that's why (Y/n) had to search for the 3-inch Kirby on the kitchen counter every minute just to make sure that he was not inside a bowl or box of flour for the umpteenth time.

"What am I going to do with you?"

She sighed, setting the flour-covered pink puffball down once more. Once on the marble, Kirby let out an achoo, effectively removing the powder of white from his body, revealing his natural color once more.

"I promise it won't take too long," she said, hoping to pacify the sulking fluffball.

As (Y/n) continued to work her magic in the kitchen, the sweet aroma of baking filled the air, making Kirby's eyes sparkle with anticipation. He couldn't resist the scent, and soon he was perched on the woman's shoulder, his round body quivering with excitement.

"Almost ready, Kācchan," (Y/n) cooed, her hands deftly assembling the layers of the strawberry shortcake. The vibrant red strawberries glistened with a glossy glaze, and the fluffy whipped cream promised a delightful contrast.

A short while later, the strawberry shortcake was finally complete, and (Y/n) carefully sliced a piece for Kirby, placing it on a small plate.

"Poyo!" chirped Kirby, his gaze fixed on the dessert in front of him.

(Y/n]) glanced at Kirby on her shoulder, smiling. "Kācchan, do you want to eat it in your current form or do you want me to make you big?"

Kirby thought for a moment, his tiny pink hand on his round chin. After a minute, he shook his head. "Ie!"

"Alright, Kācchan, dig in."

Kirby wasted no time. With a determined "Poyo!" he leaped forward and dove face-first into the cake, devouring a generous mouthful of strawberries and cream. The (h/c)-tressed woman watched him with a warm smile, enjoying the sight of Kirby's joy.

"Maybe I'll go and make some pies while he's eating..."

Whilst the pink fluffball was busying himself devouring the shortcake made for him. (Y/n) proceeded to prepare more delicious treats for the residents of the Smash Mansion. As Kirby continued to enjoy his strawberry shortcake, (Y/n) worked with a sense of purpose, her hands moving skillfully to create a variety of desserts.

She carefully rolled out pie dough, filled it with sweet fruit fillings, and expertly crimped the edges. The sound of her humming filled the room, harmonizing with the quiet munching sounds coming from Kirby. Soon, the aroma of freshly baked pies and pastries wafted through the air, making the kitchen a haven of delectable scents.

It didn't take long for one of Smash's residents to be drawn by the delicious aroma of (Y/n)'s cooking. A certain blonde Hylian walked in the direction of the kitchen, away from his initial path when he smelled delicious food. Curiously popping his head in, he saw the plethora of pastries on the counter with a (h/c)-haired woman working on it.

"Hm?" pausing her work, (Y/n) whipped her head at the door and saw Link staring at the mountain of desserts on display. She chuckled, pausing her work. "Oh, hello, Link."

Snapping out of his daze at her voice, the blonde hero met her welcoming gaze. The corner of her eyes crinkled, (e/c) hues shining brightly amidst the plain kitchen background. Soon, the man found himself smiling, grunting, and nodding in her direction as a greeting.

"I'm pretty sure Link's also starving."

Chuckling to herself, she ushered the man inside. "Link, can you help me make more desserts for the rest of the fighters? Having more hands on deck would be delightful. Don't worry, you can also try out the treats we made after we finish."

She didn't have to convince Link any further as the thought of food after this was enough to get him to agree. So, with a happy nod, the blonde sauntered over to the woman and awaited her instructions.

As (Y/n) and Link worked side by side in the kitchen, they formed a surprisingly efficient team. (Y/n) demonstrated her baking prowess, guiding Link through the process of making various pastries and desserts. His initial clumsiness gradually gave way to confidence as he followed her instructions, and he even managed to impress her with his quick learning.

Meanwhile, Kirby had finished his strawberry shortcake and was now perched on the kitchen counter, observing the two of them with curiosity. His round eyes moved from (Y/n) to Link and back as if silently approving of their collaboration.

"Phew! There! I think these are enough for everyone," the woman wiped the sweat off her face, proudly looking at the desserts she and Link managed to make in a short span of time.

She glanced at the blonde man beside her, and although he was silently staring at the number of desserts on the kitchen counter, the way he occasionally licked his lips, gulped down his saliva, or tapped his foot indicated that he was trying hard to contain his urge.

(Y/n)'s eyes softened. "You can go ahead and pick any desserts you want to eat, Link."

The man turned to her, eagerness reflected in his cerulean orbs. "...Is it fine?"

"Wow... Since Link rarely speaks, I forgot what his voice sounded like."

Giggling to rid herself of the blush that bloomed on her face, she simpered at the Hylian. "Of course, we made these together. Eating your creation is a delightful reward for a job well done."

Adhering to her words, Link grunted with a nod. Without hesitations, he picked up a clean plate and a pastry knife, cutting pieces of his favorites and putting them on his plate. Then he sat down comfortably on a counter stool, happily munching on the delectable treat they made.

(Y/n) glanced a final time at Link, before focusing on her task — cleaning the kitchen counter, placing the dirty utensils in the sink, and putting away the ingredients they used. After all of those were done, she scanned the area for a certain fluffball.

"Ufufu~ There you are~"

Gently scooping up the 3-inch Kirby in between the plates of pies, she smiled at his sleeping form. Kirby had apparently eaten his fill and was now in a food-induced slumber, his round body rising and falling with each tiny breath. (Y/n) couldn't help but find him utterly adorable in this peaceful state. She carefully cradled the sleeping puffball in her arms, making sure not to wake him as she moved around the kitchen.

"How's it, Link?" she asked, sliding onto the stool beside the blonde Hylian.

"Mhm," he hummed, mouth still full of food. Then, he glanced at the girl beside him, cerulean eyes sparkling and pink dusted his cheeks. "Delicious..."

"You're a messy eater, Link," she chuckled, reaching over to gently clean his face with a napkin.

Link smiled back, blushing a bit at her gesture. "Well, it's worth it for such a tasty cake."

(Y/n) continued to watch Link eat, her heart warm with the joy of making her friends happy. It was moments like these that made the Smash Mansion feel like a true home for everyone, big and small.

The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden hue over the sprawling mansion's garden, as (Y/n) meticulously arranged the tea set on a small table beneath the blooming sakura tree. She glanced at her beloved Kirby, who was comfortably nestled in her arms, his round pink form a stark contrast to the delicate pink blossoms above.

Moments later, she heard footsteps approaching, and a gentle smile graced her lips as Byleth appeared, dressed in his familiar professor's attire.

"Ah, he's finally here."

(Y/n) gestured towards the empty chair across from her. "Byleth, please, have a seat. It's a lovely day for tea in the garden."

Byleth nodded and sat down, his emerald eyes taking in the serene surroundings. "Thank you for inviting me, (Y/n). The garden is beautiful."

The (h/c)-haired woman poured fragrant tea from a delicate porcelain teapot into two cups. "I thought it would be nice to spend some time together and share stories since you're new here. You've seen and experienced so much as a professor and warrior."

Byleth accepted the cup of tea with a grateful nod, his gaze momentarily drifting to Kirby, who was eyeing the tea with curiosity. "Indeed, life at the Officer's Academy was filled with both challenges and joys. It's been quite an adventure."

She gently stroked Kirby's soft, pink head. "And what about you, Byleth? How did you come to be the professor of such an esteemed academy?"

Byleth took a sip of tea, the warm liquid soothing his throat. "It all began when I was entrusted with the responsibility of leading the students of the Black Eagles house. It was a unique opportunity, and I wanted to help guide and protect them."

The woman's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I've heard tales of your incredible combat skills as well. Is it true that you possess the power of the Crests?"

Byleth nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yes, I bear the Crest of Flames. It grants me exceptional combat abilities, but it also carries a heavy burden. I've had to confront many challenges, both on and off the battlefield."

Kirby made a small noise, drawing their attention. Byleth chuckled softly and reached out to gently pat the little puffball's head. "And who's this adorable companion of yours?"

"I see that he hadn't encountered Kirby during his stay, huh?"

She smiled affectionately. "This is Kirby, my faithful friend and confidant. He's always by my side, bringing a touch of whimsy to my life as an attendant for everyone."

"I see."

As they continued to sip tea and share stories, the two friends found common ground in their experiences. (Y/n) was enthralled by Byleth's tales of battles fought, students mentored, and the bonds forged at the Officer's Academy. Byleth, in turn, was captivated by the woman's adventures managing the Smash Mansion prior to his arrival.

Under the sakura tree's gentle shade, amidst the delicate petals falling like confetti, their tea time in the garden became a cherished memory—a moment of tranquility and connection between two souls from different worlds, brought together by friendship and shared experiences.

As the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the garden, (Y/n) and Byleth finally concluded their tea time. They exchanged grateful smiles, both appreciating the opportunity to connect with someone who understood the unique challenges they faced in their respective roles.

"I must say, (Y/n), this has been a delightful and peaceful interlude," Byleth remarked, his usually stoic expression softening. "I'm grateful for your hospitality."

(Y/n) nodded, her (e/c) eyes sparkling with warmth. "Likewise, Byleth. It's been wonderful getting to know you better. You have a depth of character that's truly admirable."

Kirby, who had been contentedly watching the exchange, let out a cheerful "Poyo!" as if to express his agreement.

Byleth chuckled, a rare sound that warmed (Y/n)'s heart. "Thank you, both of you. I look forward to more moments like these."

As they rose from their seats, (Y/n) gently cradled Kirby in her arms. The sakura petals continued to fall around them, creating a picturesque scene that felt almost magical.

"Feel free to join us for tea in the garden anytime, Byleth," she offered, her smile genuine.

Byleth nodded, his gratitude evident. "I'll be sure to take you up on that offer. Until then, may our paths cross again soon."

With those parting words, Byleth made his way back towards the mansion, leaving (Y/n) and Kirby to bask in the tranquil beauty of the garden. They watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a serene twilight over the world.

"I wonder if the others can take care of themselves without me... I'll go in after a few more minutes."

As the first stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The Smash Mansion was filled with unique individuals from different worlds, each with their own stories and challenges. And it was in moments like these, where connections were forged and bonds deepened, that made the mansion truly felt like a home for everyone who resided within its walls.

With Kirby snuggled in her arms, (Y/n) leaned back against the Sakura tree, gazing up at the stars. She knew that more adventures, challenges, and heartwarming moments awaited her in the days to come. But for now, she cherished the peace and friendship that surrounded her, grateful for the extraordinary life she led in this world.

The night was clear and calm as (Y/n) and Cloud made their way to the roof of the Smash Mansion. Kirby, as always, was perched on her shoulder, his round form a comforting presence. The stars above twinkled brightly, painting a canvas of sparkling wonders.

"Isn't it beautiful up here?" (Y/n) whispered, her (e/c) eyes reflecting the celestial beauty above.

Cloud nodded, his usually stoic expression softened by the starlight. "Yeah, it's a rare moment of tranquility. I've spent a lot of my life under these same stars, on countless different worlds."

(Y/n) settled down on a comfortable spot, sitting cross-legged with Kirby nestled in her lap. "Tell me about it, Cloud. I'd love to hear your stories."

Cloud hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the stars. "Well, I've traveled across different dimensions, battled powerful foes, and faced my own demons. But there's something about looking up at the night sky that makes it all feel...smaller, somehow. It reminds me that there's a vast universe out there, and we're just a small part of it."

(Y/n) listened intently, captivated by his words. "It's amazing how the stars can make us feel both insignificant and connected at the same time."

Cloud nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Exactly. No matter where we come from, we all share the same sky."

As they continued to gaze at the stars, (Y/n) couldn't help but point out constellations from this world. "Look, there's Orion, the Hunter," she said, tracing the outline with her finger. "And there's the Big Dipper."

Cloud followed her lead, his gaze tracing the constellations. "I never thought I'd see these constellations in person. It's...different."

"Hai~" Kirby, perched on (Y/n)'s lap, let out a happy squeak, as if he, too, appreciated the beauty of the night sky.

Cloud chuckled at Kirby's enthusiasm. "Looks like Kirby agrees."

(Y/n) smiled, her heart warmed by the simple joy of stargazing with her friends. "You know, Cloud, even in the vastness of the universe, we've found a connection here, under these stars."

Cloud turned to her, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Yeah, we have."

With Kirby by their side, (Y/n) and Cloud continued to share stories, pointing out constellations and marveling at the wonders of the night sky. As the hours passed, the bond between them deepened, forged under the celestial canopy that stretched above them.

Under the stars, they found a sense of unity and peace, a reminder that even in a world of warriors and challenges, there were moments of serenity and connection that made it all worthwhile.

"I hope they would enjoy this..."

The sun was shining brightly in the mansion's courtyard as (Y/n) meticulously set up a charming picnic spread. A checkered blanket was spread out on the lush green grass, and a basket filled with delicious treats sat at its center. (Y/n) had prepared a delightful array of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and an assortment of pastries. It was the perfect setting for a relaxing picnic with her friends.

As she put the finishing touches on the picnic table, she couldn't help but smile, excited to surprise Pit and Kirby with this little treat. The courtyard was a peaceful haven, and she knew it would be the ideal place for some quality time together.

Just as she placed a vase of wildflowers in the center of the table, she heard the familiar sound of flapping wings approaching. Pit descended gracefully, his angelic wings folding behind him as he touched down on the grass.

"Hey, (Y/n)! What's all this?" Pit exclaimed, his azure eyes wide with curiosity.

(Y/n) turned to face him, her smile growing even brighter. "Surprise, Pit! I thought it would be nice to have a picnic together. I've prepared some of your favorite snacks."

Pit's face lit up with excitement, and he eagerly approached the picnic table, inspecting the spread. "Wow, this looks amazing! I can't wait to dig in."

Before he could take a seat, (Y/n) gently held out her hand, stopping him. "Not just yet, Pit. There's one more guest I'm waiting for."

Just then, a playful chirp filled the air, and Kirby floated down from the sky, landing with a soft bounce. He fluttered over to (Y/n), his eyes fixated on the food with a mischievous glint.

"Poyo!" Kirby exclaimed, clearly eager to start eating.

(Y/n) chuckled, patting Kirby's pink head gently. "Hold on, Kirby. Let's wait for Pit, alright?"

"Hai~" Kirby nodded, though his eyes never left the food.

As they waited for Pit to join them, (Y/n) decided to start the conversation. "So, how was your match earlier, Pit?"

Pit's face lit up as he settled onto the blanket. "Oh, it was great! Kirby and I had an intense battle, and there were so many funny moments."

"Poyo!" Kirby chirped as if confirming Pit's statement.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Funny moments? Tell me more."

Pit launched into a series of animated stories about the match, detailing the comical mishaps and unexpected twists that occurred. Kirby, perched on the edge of the picnic table, seemed to react to the stories, chirping in agreement or disagreement at various points.

The tales ranged from Kirby using his copy abilities in unexpected ways to Pit accidentally tripping over his own sandals. (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh along with them, finding joy in their camaraderie.

"And then," Pit continued with a grin. "Kirby and I pulled off this amazing combo move that had everyone cheering!"

"Poyo!" Kirby chirped excitedly, clearly proud of their teamwork.

(Y/n) couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "That sounds incredible! Teamwork really makes a difference in these matches."

As they chatted and shared stories, (Y/n) kept a watchful eye on Kirby, who was now eyeing the sandwiches with an almost predatory gleam.

She chuckled and gently tapped Kirby's round body. "Easy there, Kācchan. We'll eat soon."

Kirby let out an adorable pout but nodded in agreement.

Finally, with the sun warming their faces and laughter filling the air, (Y/n), Pit, and Kirby dug into the delicious picnic spread. The sandwiches were a hit, and the fresh fruit added a refreshing touch to the meal. Kirby, in particular, seemed to enjoy everything, his eyes sparkling with delight as he sampled each dish.

As they savored the food and each other's company, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments of friendship and connection. The courtyard was bathed in golden sunlight, and the laughter of friends echoed under the open sky.

It was a perfect day for a picnic, a reminder that even in a world filled with battles and challenges, there were simple joys to be found in the company of loved ones.

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Cloud Strife fluff alphabet

Genre: slight angst, fluff, slight hurt/comfort

Warnings: lightly implied sex, FFVII remake spoilers, angst, small argument, fem! implied reader

Pair: Cloud Strife x gn!Reader, Cloud Strife x fem!Reader

Notes: Make sure to lmk if you want these for a specific character bc I'll do it for a few others probably? Also, these are SO LONG I’m hORRIBLE at condensing things down into points💀

A- Activities: What do they like to do together? How do they spend their free time?

In any free time he gets, Cloud would want to meaningfully spend it with you talking, kissing or maybe taking you out for a small spontaneous date bc he's too inexperienced and nervous to ask you out before hand. He kind of just tells you you're going and you're going, no questions asked.

B- Beauty: What do they admire about their s/o? What are their partner's best features?

I feel like Cloud would genuinely have such a hard time with picking a favorite about his s/o because he loves you and everything that came with you, so for him it’s like, “why would I have to pick a favorite when I can just favor it all?”. But seriously if he had to choose it’d be your open mindedness and willingness to accept him despite his “faults” because he knows that he’s disliked among many people for his views, attitude and the way he speaks realistically and unforgivingly how he wants. So when you truly looked past that into the meaning behind his words and eyes, it would mean the world and beyond to him.

C- Comfort: How do they comfort their partner during any low moments?

Cloud isn't really good with words, he’s more of an action kind of guy— but he understands over time how to comfort you. If you're not doing so good, he can tell immediately. I consider him to be very attentive without even trying; like he’ll be noticing things about you without either of you realizing it because he’s always looking at you. You don’t even have to say how you’re feeling, he already has an idea. Without asking why, he'll just walk silently into your room at the inn and crawl into bed beside you as you cry into his chest or his shoulder 🥺 he'd be super understanding, not try to suggest solutions unless you asked for them and won’t ask you or beg you to explain… He’ll probably stroke the back of your head and whisper random thoughts in the air to distract you when you quiet down.

D- Dreams: How do they envision their future with their s/o? How do they want to build a life with their partner? (Fem!reader lightly implied)

Cloud still finds it hard to believe that he was able to pull you (strange, because you feel that way as well) but never once has he complained about it. Never will he. If at all possible, he at least wants to put a ring on your finger, however, he is totally okay with just staying with you forever. I feel like he wants to marry you to see you in wedding attire and for the memories but he’s also the type of guy to think that the idea of putting labels/rings on to prove your love is ridiculous. After all, no one/thing can prove his love for you like he can and labels aren’t what’s important; as long as he can stay by your side and call you his, and vise versa, he’s totally happy. Of course, if you want to get married he’s not averse to the idea at all, either, he doesn’t mind either way. When it comes to children… hear me out!! I feel like he doesn’t really want any children. If you feel strongly about it, he’s open to working things out and agreeing on one way or the other. But his childhood was messed up, along with the enemies/people that wish to see him suffer along with his enemies, line of work and just generally not feeling passionate about them, is all what makes him not really want to have any; again, though, he’s willing to work things out. Besides, there’s Marlene and Denzel, they’re enough for him. He is open minded, and willing to change his mind, though.

E- Equal: Who is the dominant one? Who has more control and who does more work on what sides of the spectrum?

I feel like you guys are very equal in terms of dominance (in bed and in general)… like for the most part, it doesn’t matter who’s in the dominant position. However, in most cases, he would have a preference toward being in control. If you ever are on top, he's the one who keeps you there and it's only because he needs to feel something. Again, you two make decisions together and the relationship is equal otherwise. As for house work, obviously no one likes doing any of it but since he’s always out fighting, it has to be taken care of by you; which he always appreciates and thoroughly thanks you for because he knows how important it is (his mother is to thank for this gentleman even if he has a mean first impression). Whenever he has time off, he’ll do the housework he can and surprise you with some not-so-professionally-made-and-maybe-even-burnt (but love-filled) breakfast to emphasize his point. If you work just as much as him or with him, you tend to do housework together!

F- Fight: What do they fight about? Is it easy to forgive and forget? Who apologizes first? What's it like?

So for the most part it's bickering and minor disagreements about the dangers of your jobs, insecurities or jealousy and what not. Obviously, you two will have playful squabbles where you call each other a moron It doesn’t tend to get much worse. Anything else will honestly end in screaming and crying (a lot of it being on your part sorry lol he's not someone who loses his cool easily). However he may raise his voice if gets intense. Whatever it may be over, you'll probably be in one of your rooms, yelling about his job (bc you're scared you poor baby) and he's trying to reason but the insecurities, the fear, the uncertainty and stress are all literally too much. He understands why you're upset but he's trying to make a living for you two and eventually he ends up yelling because he's so stressed and trying to put his opinion out. Occasionally you'll be the only one yelling- These actually make your relationship stronger and always end up okay! He often apologizes first but it's always awkward and stiff because he isn't used to it; but he’s trying his best! Will be very clingy afterwards, a bit more possessive.

G- Gratitude: Do they appreciate their partner? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

For what he thought was way too long, he didn’t realize how much you changed his life until he (idk) picks up one of your habits or the way you do small kind things for him and he suddenly feels the undeniable desire to do the same for you without realizing he already has. So he does extra just because he's falling harder and harder every day; because he wants to. He wants to be the source of your happiness and to see a smile light up your face. He's genuinely so painfully grateful that you chose him and loved him the way you did… I feel like that thought is what causes insecurities (like “I’m not good enough, “they deserve better”, etc.) and keeps him up at night. But it’s also the thought that makes him hold you tightly to him while you sleep, confident that he would keep you safe while you had your guard down until he, too, succumbed to the blissful darkness alongside you.

H- Honesty: Did/do they ever keep secrets from their partner? Personal? Problems?

High key, I feel like Cloud has a lot of secrets and he is not the type to reveal them or his personal life unless you’d been dating for years. He’s willing to talk about certain things about his past but it makes him uncomfortable and he’s just prefer not to. He isn’t proud of his life experiences, a lot of them made him unhappy, whether the things that happened were his fault or not. When he gets comfortable enough, he’ll slowly open up and answer most of your questions with hand pushing your face into his chest, so that you don’t see his facial expressions. His problems are, in his eyes, his problems alone, so he may mention them if you’re lucky but if you think he’s letting you get involved… he’s not.

J- Jealousy: Are they the jealous type? How do they react? How do they deal with it?

Cloud is 100%, absolutely without a doubt very much the jealous type. Like you could so much as laugh at another person's joke and he'll already be upset on the inside. They seem to have a bubbly exterior anyways, what if you leave him for them? If he’s got a crush on you, he’ll side eye them with a glare and won’t say anything… but if someone is hitting on you or clearly flirting with you and you two are actually dating, he'll wrap an arm around your waist and distract you with something else like “babe, Tifa needs your help.” You’re shocked because he’s not big on PDA but you understand how he feels by the tone of his voice and you play along. At night, he'll get all emotional cs he's tired and will ask you what you thought about that person, hoping dearly that you would deny any feelings of attraction. You comfort him, reminding him of how unbelievably attractive he is, even if he doesn’t know it.

K- Kisses: Are they a good kisser? What was their first kiss like?

The first kiss? You two had separate missions to complete and were unable to see each other for several days!!:( he had a bit of separation anxiety and was so scared to leave you so when he saw you again, his body kinda had a mind of its own and grabbed you when you ran over to kiss him in front of literally everyone. He surprised himself when he kissed you back like it was normal but afterwards he was low key flustered and got reaaaallll quiet >:) at first he isn't a perfect kisser just cs he's new at it but for the first few times, he’s pretty damn good and you’re impressed; so is he. He gets better and better over time and now he's EXPERT. The moment he looks at your lips, you know he’s thinking about it, at the very least. He will follow up with either: 1, a few kisses as long as he’s 100% positively sure that no one is looking. 2, a make out sesh if you’re completely alone. Or 3, he’ll wait until you are alone to put his hands on you. The mere thought of his lips on you has you PUTTY. IN. HIS. HANDS. literally. Like legs weak, arms spaghetti, him telling you to use your legs because you just fucking melt in his arms…

L- Love confession: What was the confession like? How did it happen and who confessed?

Technically the only confession either of you gave or received was that first kiss and you just talked it out after that really awkwardly- I feel like Cloud would NEVER confess his feelings first so he’s so glad it just happened… So maybe you had both thought about it before that and had left things in the air? Maybe you even talked with each other about getting together but like??? Things didn't officially happen until the kiss, because you were both too awkward to properly work things out???

M- Marriage: Do they plan on getting married? How would the proposal go? What would the marriage be like?

This man is set on you and you alone— you're it and the only one he ever intends to be with so to him, marriage is obligatory. He doesn’t care. He doesn't know if it would even work out with how hectic and busy things are nearly at all times, if you two decided you wanted to seal the deal but again, he at least wants to put a permanent ring on your finger eventually. But if you tell him you do want to get married, he wants the proposal to be very private but super special and he wants to do it well. Knowing Cloud, I feel like he would set up a small event like watching the sunset :) If you end up getting properly married, it'll be with like a proper attire for you and MAYBE a tux. It's a hard maybe. Like he'll think about it if you beg him and then you'd have to convince him to get him to happily say yes. It'd probably just be at the 7th Heaven (or a rebuild of it depending on when) and Barret would be the replacement for a priest with Marlene being the little flower girl🥺

N- Nicknames: What do they call their partner?

At first, he just calls you your name or whatever he's always called you. But as you get deeper into the relationship he'll start calling you a shorter version of your name and when he's feeling especially romantic or soft or loving he'll call you babe… I can’t imagine him calling you anything else…

O- Obsession: Are they obsessed or a bit indifferent about their partner and how do they act around them? Are they possessive? Lenient?

So for one, Cloud lets you wear whatever tf you want bc he trusts you completely and ofc there's jealousy and insecurities but he believes genuinely that it's the fault of those who have their eye on you. And I feel like if it just outright ridiculous how revealing your clothing is, he’ll tell you to change or he’ll do it for you. Otherwise, he's not worried ab that stuff. Same thing goes for where you’re going, again ofc there are things that cross lines like going to (strip/night)clubs or whatever it may be, especially when it's without him. That shit scare him especially when you're wearing sexy ass clothes he'll be all, “You’re either bringing tifa or you’re not going.” and he will repeatedly check up on you. When around you in general, Cloud notices he's a lot kinder ab and to everything/one and he kinda likes it???? He feels so comfortable and at peace that there's literally no anger for him to take out (Y'know besides arguments and what not). It all gets dissipates when he sees you enter the vicinity.

P- PDA: Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

PDA is a big no no. He's knows you know better than to do things like smooching and groping and hooking up in public—that shit has never and will NEVER happen. Big big fat no no. The most affection he'll show is maybe wrapping an arm around your upper body or possibly holding your hand when no one is around. (This has exceptions ofc like being scared, in danger, etc. but otherwise???) If he's in a good mood and no one is looking, he mIGHT consider wrapping you in a tight hug and MAYBE (like he has to be in a stupendous mood and super needy) he’ll even place a kiss on your neck. Again, though, if anyone is looking, not in either of your dreams. But then he'll get super shy and promise himself never to do it again until it happens again in a month. The whole gang along with the old hag knows obviously about your relationship but it's not really a topic that comes up often. Usually it's just "how're you guys doing", "take them out for a date, Cloud, you’re so neglective!" or "I saw that hand hold/kiss, Cloudy poo!" However, he is NO WHERE near shy about announcing your relationship. Why would he? You don’t embarrass him, he’s proud of you two and he won’t let anyone try to get any ideas.

Q- Quirk: A random feature about them that's beneficial to the relationship.

Well probably the fact that he's strong asf is helpful but he'd actually do anything for you so it adds a lot of love and genuinity to the relationship.

R- Romance: How romantic are they? Are they original/classy, creative, cliche? What romantic gestures do they make?

In private he's very... romantically affectionate? Like soft, slow kisses, making love, roses, deep hugs and the most classic, occasional compliments. He tries to be classic and original but in like a unique way? Getting a rose but only one and buying them in different colors with their meanings written on a small card. (leaving it in your room before he leaves for a mission and can't say goodbye) Maybe like the candles you made together rather than the perfectly shaped, store-bought ones everyone uses when he's trying to be a bit more intimate. He's a god damn sweetheart most of the time TT

S- Support: Do they support their s/o and believe in them? Assisting them in achieving their goals?

Yeah, I mean to him whatever you do that would make you worried ab others opinions, to him it's like 'I support you but at the same time it's none of my business because it's not my life' kinda thing. If he thinks it's a bad idea, he'll tell you but back you up no matter what. Like he almost has no opinion at all. If it requires his help, then he'll think about whether he agrees with it in the first place and if he does, he'll help you but otherwise no because he doesn't want to stand by something he doesn't believe in and put attention/time and what not into it. If it’s a general life problem/issue, he’ll always assist you and ask you if he can get involved and help you.

T- Thrill: Do they need to try new things to spice things up? Do they get bored or always enjoy the same stuff?

He will always love the same shit honestly. Like if you want to try something new in a certain aspect of the relationship he'll usually agree to try it depending on what it is but he has never once gotten bored of doing/saying, etc. the same stuff. He can't get enough of you and everything always feels perfect— like he's experiencing it for the first time because he knows how to appreciate you.

U- Understanding: How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Again, at first he doesn't know what your feeling unless he pays attention. If he's paying good attention in general at the moment, he'll immediately notice and if/when you're alone, he'll let you know his ears are tuned and listening for you, after a long while of comfort. Don't want to talk about it? So be it, that's perfectly okay because he knows how it feels. He's very empathetic and usually understands on a personal level how you're feeling and/or what you’re going through. Cloud is very serious when it comes to comfort/emotions and mental health and doesn't ever joke about it. You always have someone to relate to. Always :)

V- Video AND Value: How are they on film? Do they let their s/o film them? How valuable is the relationship to them?

As for video, Cloud doesn't exactly stop you from filming him… he’ll complain a little (especially if he’s in a serious mood) but anyone else? No chance. When you film him, it’s just that he feels a bit stiff and awkward because he doesn't know what to do. If your just filming to vlog or capture a small moment to look back on he'll be friendly and only really talk if he's talked to or has something to bring up. Since you're being silly, he feels more relaxed and can act normal, maybe even comfortable in front of the camera over time. (In a modern au) He falls for honestly most tik tok pranks/challenges, though there are ones where you can’t get him— though eventually he expects them or sometimes suspects you're joking around. Videos like pregnancy, miscarriage, death or breakup pranks? Not funny and not okay, don't do it. You know better anyways, if you’re in a relationship with him. Pulling pranks like those can easily result in arguments and/or Cloud being very upset with you for a few days.

As for value- you're his number one and although he hates to admit it, saving the world has to tie with you. If he saves the world, he saves you and a future with you. So practically everything is done for you in one way or another. And if not, he’s thinking about how his decisions may affect you.

W- Wild Card: A random fluff head cannon!

Low key he aDORES IT when you gently play with his earring and/or pull at his hair, he will literally ascend to cloud 9, don't fuck around he may very well turn bright red and then knock out like a toddler off the tit.

Y- Yearning: How long can they go w/o seeing their partner? How do they cope with loneliness when away from their s/o?

Again, this is normal but after more than a week, he gets real anxious and antsy and scared and nervous and quiet and sad and misses you and AHHHH don't leave him alone for too long pls he misses you :( has a little bit of separation anxiety but will hold a pillow to try to replace your warmth? <:) but it never cuts it, sleeping alone fucking sucks. Probably can't go more than a month without seeing you without starting to actually not being able to sleep at night and losing his appetite. The one time he did go on a month long mission with Avalanche, you stayed behind because you were injured. Not only was he losing sleep with anxiety over your safety but after approximately three weeks, the gang noticed him not eating and they literally had to return early just because he wasn’t taking care of himself. It’s not like it’s a protest or anything, he knows he has to be there but his anxiety is worse than just a little hunger after a few weeks. And when Avalanche tells him to eat and sleep more, he insists he just doesn’t want to. It’s when they notice the deep bags under his eyes and his thinning frame that they return. He does not object by any means, he’s ready before anyone else. When he returns, he spends all of his time with you and can’t keep his hands to himself ✋

Z- Zeal: Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He would do anything for you, he'd die for you, kill for you, lie for you, cry for you. You literally are Cloud's everything so it's only natural the best deserves the best. You would do the same for him, though you’ll never tell him that.

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Recently fixed! 8/2/22

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[sanctuary-kingdomhearts]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕

꧁𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫꧂

    The sun shone brightly down on the vastly kept greenland that made up the park. Radiant Garden's specialty was the ever-consuming flower fields of its culture and world. And despite the sun's rays not being as harsh as they were on the islands, the plants blossomed under it. There was a giant, metallic playset for little children in the middle of a mess of mulch, enclosed by strips of old wood. Trees were sparse next to the flatlands to really let the kids run wild, and I stood with Denzel right at the edge of it as Squall gently pushed us closer to the playground.

    Denzel eyed the swings, shaking my shoulder to alert me that there was still one swing not taken by a kid yet and that we had to move quickly. I saw a kid go down the slide and another fall off the monkey bars. It seemed like a busy day.

    I took a step to follow him as he started running toward the swings, saying he'd save it for me when Squall took my book. I let out a cry of protest, but he didn't return it.

    "Give her the book back," Cloud told his spouse as I turned to face the brunette, holding out my hands and trying to reach up to grab it myself when I saw he had no intention of it. Without hurting me, Squall put a hand on my head and turned me around, pushing me out again toward the playground.

    "She doesn't need this," Squall said, sighing. "I don't know why we let her bring it."

    "Max and Goofy aren't even here yet," Cloud protested. I turned back around, eyeing my book.

    "(Y/n) needs to play with the other kids," Squall insisted, eyes trailing down to me as I stared up at him. I waited, but he didn't budge.

"It's alright, go play. I'll keep it safe for you and give it back later." He tried to reassure me, smoothing his hand over the book. Realizing I wasn't going to get it back, I huffed, starting to walk away as I heard Squall tell Cloud I was, 'behind other kids my age, socially.'

    "She's got a keyblade at age four, what did you expect?" I heard Squall groan, and then I was out of earshot of them as I hurried over to Denzel. He waved me over, hopping off the swing he managed to save but held onto the metal chain.

    "Come on, faster, (Y/n)! I wanna push you on the swing!" The older boy rushed me as soon as I got close enough, he picked me up by the waist and helped me onto the swing when I couldn't do it myself. I gripped the chains with my hands tightly so I wouldn't fall, my hands enclosing just one of the big links.

    Denzel took a place behind me, placing his hands on my back before gently pushing me. The swing moved a little bit and I wiggled my legs. He did it again, and I kicked. It felt like I was flying.

    "No. If you do that you'll lose the momentum!" Denzel warned me.

    "Oh." I didn't know that. I stopped kicking, just letting him push me. Back and forth, back and forth, as he was pushing me Denzel had to move out of the way so he wouldn't get hit. And I managed to soar above his head.

    "Hey Denzel, who's that?" Another kid's voice broke through the air followed by a surprised scream. I swung back and didn't feel a push. I turned around, Denzel was catching his breath as a kid around his age looked at him with a raised brow.

    He was taller than Denzel and had black hair and a snout with big eyes. He reminded me of Mr. Mickey but he didn't look like a mouse. With his floppy ears on his head, he reminded me of a friendly doggy. But that was a rude observation, wasn't it?

    "Dude, you okay?" I noticed when he opened his mouth to speak that he was missing a couple of teeth, but the ones he did have were sharp and jagged. He took his gloved hands out of the pockets of his baggy jeans and crossed them over his chest. A plain red t-shirt covered his upper half. I'm pretty sure that this must be Max, then.

    "No," Denzel huffed, "You scared me."

    "Aren't your parents like noble warriors or somethin'?" Max scoffed, "Where's your backbone?"

    "Over there," Denzel pointed in a random direction. By this time all my momentum had dropped and the swing stopped. In an effort to observe their conversation more, I tried to move directions on the swing seat, but it kept moving. I almost fell, which made me grab onto the chain with both hands and lean on it to stay on the swing. I was very wrong about it, I don't think I can get down on my own...

    Denzel saw my plight and steadied the swing, picking me up and placing me down next to it. The hole under the swing caused by people's feet slowing their dissent made me look even shorter next to the two boys.

    "Must've fallen out when you jumped out your skin," Max snickered.

    I tugged on Denzel's shirt, "What do Cloud and Squall do, Zel?"

    He looked down at me and offered a smile, "They fight monsters and keep Radiant Garden safe."

    I nodded, but I already knew that. I meant specifics, but I guess no one will tell me those. "What about you, Max? What do your parents do?"

    "My dad's Captain of the Royal Guard." There was a lot of pride in his voice as he told us, and I got a distinct feeling that there was more attached to that. He had the same tone of voice Sora uses to talk about Riku, admiration present in every word.

    "What about your other parent?" I asked, realizing he only explained one of his parents' jobs.

    His entire being seemed to sag, but overall his mood didn't seem to drop much when he said, "Don't have another one."

    I blinked, "Your daddy had you alone too?" I narrowed my eyes, suspiciously, "Do you have a twin?"

    I looked around, but I couldn't find any kids like him around. Max looked befuddled. "I– no, what? Denzel, who is this?"

    "My little sister, (Y/n)," Denzel told him proudly, smoothing his hand over my head. He seemed so happy that I didn't correct him. He told me how much he wanted a little sibling, I wouldn't say anything to ruin that. It's not as if we weren't that close anyway.

    Max looked at me, squeezing his eyes closed like I was something far away and he had blurry vision, before declaring, "She's tiny."

    Denzel chuckled, "Yeah, I know, right? I was surprised when I first saw her too."

    "I may be small now," I started, stepping closer to both of them and placing a hand on my chest, right over my heart, "but someday soon I'm gonna be a big, strong keyblade wielder. Like Mr. Mickey!"

    Max scoffed, "You? Like King Mickey? You've got a long way to go if you wanna grow up to be like him."

    "That's why I'm starting now," I told him, "because I'm gonna be even better than Mr. Mickey."

    "Sure you will, pipsqueak." I gasped as he called me that name, but Denzel changed the subject.

    "What's that you got in your hand, Max?" Confused about what he was talking about, I took a second look back at Max, discovering a parchment paper crushed in his left hand. He waved it in front of us.

    "Uncle Scrooge gave me a treasure map, I've tracked the location to this park and I'm giving you two the honor of finding the treasure with me." He told us as he smoothed out the map and showed Denzel, who leaned over to see it. I tried to look over it too, but I was too short to see it from the angle they were holding it.

    "How do we know it's real?" Denzel asked skeptically. I crossed my arms, siding with him.

    "My uncle wouldn't give me something that wasn't legit," Max said confidently. "He loves me," He emphasized, "so it has to be something good. I'm his favorite, after all."

    "Alright," Denzel shrugged, "I guess it doesn't hurt to try."

    "Are we hunting for treasure?" I asked, grabbing onto the bottom of my shirt and playing with the fabric as I rocked back and forth on the heels of my feet. "Like those pirates from the cartoons? Can I help?"

    "Of course!" Denzel exclaimed, ruffling my hair.

    "Then, can I see the map too?" I asked, shifting in my spot. I expected Max to say no since they didn't let me see it before, but he handed over the map for me to take a look without an issue.

    It had four locations connected together by a dotted line before X marked the spot on the fifth one. The first circle was a picture of Radiant Garden, the second one was a park, the third one was a tree with a deformed trunk, and the last one looked like a hole in the tree. Then the X.

    "So we're looking for a tree?" I questioned, looking around the park for such a tree. There didn't seem to be one like it in sight.

    "Hey," Another voice called. This one sounded more like one my age, "Are you guys gonna use that swing or can I take it?"

    I turned to the one who asked the question, he had floppy hair that covered his eyes and tan skin. Just like his voice, he looked to be around my age.

    "Oh, no! You can take it," Denzel took my hand and started walking away from the swing as Max stayed right next to us, walking beside me. The kid happily jumped onto the swing with no problems.

    We passed by the playground set as we started looking for trees. All of them seemed normal for the most part. Certainly none with deformed trunks like in the picture.

"Are you sure this is the right park?" Denzel asked as he blew his hair out of his face. The sun beat down on us, and it seemed I was the only one unaffected by it. Denzel had a sheen of sweat covering his skin and Max was trying to hide his tongue which was flopping out of his mouth.

"It has to be. It's the only park near here." I stated, looking around again. I didn't see Mr. Scrooge giving Max a treasure map to a park he wouldn't normally go to. The only other one was out of the way from here and neither Max nor his father had any reason to go over there.

"Should we split up?" Max suggested. I shrugged, that would be the best plan to find it quicker. Denzel disagreed.

"No, we stay together. I don't want to lose my new baby sister. I just got her." Denzel wrapped his arms around my shoulder. I couldn't help but think it sounded as if he were comparing me to a new toy. But even if that's what it sounded like, I knew what Denzel meant. And knowing that he wanted me around was reassuring.

Max huffed, crossing his arms. "I see who's the favorite."

"Glad I made it obvious for you." Denzel quipped back. I didn't think he meant it though. He'd known Max far longer, they were friends.

"So we won't be splitting up?" I asked, just to be sure. Both boys gave me noises of agreement and Denzel let go, taking my hand. I held the map in my free hand as we walked along the tree line.

There were many trees near the park, but none that looked like the picture. Max walked ahead of us, mostly because Denzel had to slow his walk so I could keep up with him. I appreciated it.

There was a tree with a weird trunk that we took a look at, but there wasn't anything except a nest in the hole. Denzel had to lift me on his shoulders just for us to have a look inside. We wobbled a bit, and I had to hold on to the tree for stability as I checked.

By the time Denzel had managed to put me down safely, Max had run ahead and was shouting for Denzel to come take a look.

"Coming!" Denzel yelled back, smiling at me. "C'mon, (Y/n), let's see what he found!"

He rushed toward his friend before I even had time to respond. I clutched the map close to my chest as I made my way over to the boys. They'd hurried to check the tree and found nothing. Leaving them quite dejected.

I thought it was a bit too soon to be dejected, we hadn't been looking that long.

"Denzel, Max, (Y/n)!" Cloud's voice cut through the heavy air of disappointment as he came from the tree line.

I waved at him to let him know where we were, but he'd already caught sight of us.

He sighed in relief upon catching up to us. "You shouldn't go that far. Stay in our sight line."

I noticed that when he was warning us, his eyes went between Max and Denzel, making a point not to look at me. I felt myself shrink just a tad, he really didn't like or care for me at all.

Cloud shook his head, "Let's go back to the playground. You can play out here another day."

Despite his words, his tone made me think he didn't mean it. Still, if Cloud said it, it must be true. He wouldn't lie to us. I saw the way he talked to Denzel, every word was truthful and genuine. And even if he didn't like me, nor want me, when we did talk, I never sensed any ill will.

So I suppose we'll have to wait until next time to find the treasure, then. If Cloud and Squall still want me around.

"Okay, can we go down the slide?" I nodded to Cloud before asking Denzel, reaching my hands up for Denzel to grab. He took my hand in his easily.

"Of course we can!" The brunet looked up to his father for confirmation and received a subtle smile in return.

Behind the trees far off in the distance, near the bramble and bushes, something shook violently. Max looked off toward that direction, farther than I could see, with a sense of pointedness. He inhaled, before voicing his suspicions aloud. "Wait! I think that's it."

He took off running without a second thought, and without a third thought, Denzel started running after him, voicing a 'wait up!' as he went. Denzel hadn't let go of my hand before he took off, leaving me to try and run at a pace I couldn't keep up with as he dragged me along.

"You can do it, (N/n)," Denzel exclaimed. Out of breath and a bit bitter as he made me run, I thought to myself that, no, I can't.

By the time we made it to the tree, Max had pointed out, I was huffing and puffing and about ready to double over. Placing my hands on my knees as I tried to take in big breaths. The boys tried jumping up to put their hands in the nook of the nest, but couldn't reach on their own.

"Aw, man! C'mon, just a little more!" Denzel groaned, getting on his tippy toes and stretching his arm in there. Max exhaled heavily, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Dude, you're not gonna reach. Just put your sister on your shoulders again." He suggested, moving his hands in his baggy jean pockets.

I shook my head in denial. "Nuh-uh, he almost dropped me last time."

Denzel paused, light blue eyes turning to meet mine. "(Y/n)! I swear I'll be careful this time. You know I'd never mean to drop you."

"No," I stated, very sure of myself. I knew Denzel would never mean to drop me, but that doesn't mean that I want to try it again. "Just wait for Cloud, he's tall. He can get it."

"He's taking his sweet time getting here, though," Max grumbled, slumping against the tree and crossing his legs. Denzel sighed, walking around in a circle as he waited for Cloud to catch up with us.

The adult didn't seem to sense the boys' urgency, as he kept walking at his regular pace until he reached us. I couldn't quite read his face when he asked, "Do you all need some help?"

Dramatically, Denzel waved his arms between Cloud and the tree. "Please! The treasure's right there. I can feel it."

Without another word, Cloud walked over to the tree and knocked on the hollow trunk, nodding to himself when it reverberated back and stuck his hand in it. Pulling out a small wooden box that was smaller than his hand, but would've been big in both of mine.

"This is what you were looking for?" He inquired, raising a brow and passing it to an excited Denzel. The brown-haired boy was practically jumping for joy.

"It's the treasure, we found it, Max. Thanks, Dad," Denzel laughed, not even caring as Max took the box from him and took a peek inside.

"What's in it?" Denzel asked, trying to grab at the box to see inside of it too. Max held it away from him with a mischievous smile.

"Come find out." Denzel let out a noise of indignation before Max took off running in the direction of the playground. Denzel chased after him, seemingly forgetting about me and Cloud.

I finished catching my breath, standing straight. As I did, I noticed something by the base of the trunk. Something Denzel and Max both missed in their excitement, but something I found much more appealing than a simple treasure.

It was a single, fluffy black feather. If it came from a bird, I'd never seen it before. Not on the islands or here in Radiant Garden. I walked over, crouching to pick it up and examine it. Just a feather. I wonder where or what it came from. It looked well-groomed and healthy.

As a resident of this world for far longer than me, Cloud would know which animal this feather belongs to. Right?

I stood up and turned around, waddling forward to show him up close. I held my hands up to him to show him the pretty feather I found.

"Cloud, look what I found. I've never seen a feather like this before. We don't have this kind on the islands. What bird does it come from? Can I keep it?" I thought it might make a good bookmark. A nice reminder of the different and unique things I could find in Raidant Garden that I could never see back home.

In my wonder, I hadn't been paying attention to Cloud's face very closely. But when I looked to him for his reply, I found that he was unusually still. His breathing had stilled and his eyes were alarmed.

No, not alarmed. Distressed. He was panicked.

He swiped the feather out of my hand and held it in his gloved one before snatching my wrist in his other and quickly turning on his heel. Walking at a steady pace back in the direction of Squall and Mr. Goofy.

I blinked, trying to keep up with him. Watching as he clutched the feather like it was burning away the cloth above his skin and searing his being. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes looked off into a far distance that wasn't here.

In his eyes, I saw genuine fear.

And though I didn't understand why the feather had caused this reaction, I understood the fear itself. I would've hated it if Cloud had presented me with darkness.

I couldn't help but think I made my relationship with Cloud worse by picking that feather up.

#kingdom hearts #sanctuary #kingdom hearts x reader #child!reader #keyblade #heart #light #cloud strife #squall leonhart #denzel ff7 #max goof #goofy goof #sephiroph #? #reader insert #x reader #uncle scrooge

[kalbastion]

FF7 Y/N x Cloud Story?

Should I make a story and post it here on Tumblr?

I've been debating for a while, and I've had this story kind of in my head ever since FF7 Remake came out, and I fell in love with the game. I usually make OC's, but I'm realizing I could make this story a Reader Insert story instead. The vaguest I can be is that it would be a story about a Hitman Reader who was hired by Shinra to stop Cloud Strife and his team. Kind of an enemy to lovers type of story I was going for. Would anybody be interested in reading?

#ff7 #ff7 remake #cloud strife #x reader #reader insert #polls #story #help? please?

[kyasarinkishinuma]

Rumours

Summary: The new merc in town's been dropping by Reader's café lately, and she can't help but wonder if the food is all he comes back for.

Pairing: Cloud Strife x Reader

Themes: Fluff, café setting

AO3 link

“Today’s special, please.”

There he was again. That stoic merc everyone in town had been talking about lately. Rumour says he was a rather unsociable man, but… 

He came to your café once, and had been coming back since. Once a week, Thursdays, 2pm flat. Every single time.

And for a guy who had such an intimidating reputation… Well. He surprised you with his politeness every time he came in.

“Coming right up. Take a seat.” Bowing respectfully, you retreated within the confines of the kitchen to cook up Cloud Strife’s meal. Today? Spaghetti with garlic bread. Simple, but comforting. Your homemade food was what your regulars coming back weekly. Or at least that’s how it had been before.

“Thank you for waiting.” Within a few minutes you came back to your sole customer of the day. He had taken a seat by one of the three round tables sitting outside the abandoned wagon you had sought refuge in lately. Not as charming as those higher-class cafés and restaurants, that’s for sure. Business… had been rough lately. Yet the mercenary gratefully accepted the meal, mumbling a polite ‘thank you’ before he picked up his utensils, seeming to hesitate in your presence. You smiled warmly.

“Dig in.”

That’s all it took. The switch was immediate, from polite and poised to absolutely famished. It was funny. Endearing, even. Every time the blonde had come into your café, he ate like it was his first meal in days.

“More, please.” 

And with his manners? Almost boyish, the way he’d stare at you expectantly with his hand outstretched as he gave his emptied plate back for another serving.

“I got you covered.” 

Back into the kitchen you went, and back you came with another healthy heapful of spaghetti for the man. Cloud never had much to say, so you usually did most of the talking when he’d drop by. He didn’t seem to mind it. Never really gave any elaborate answers to your small talk, but you didn’t mind it either. Sometimes people just need a break and some good food.

“When’s the last time you ate?” You asked by the time Cloud was on his third plate, and finally starting to slow down a bit. It was almost fascinating, to watch him wolf it all down like it was nothing. And deep down, you didn’t really judge. He didn’t seem the type to have a loving family and warm food to come home to.

The man paused. “This morning,” he answered after a moment, before going back to eating. You raised both brows at that, a hint of amusement gracing your smile.

“And you’re this hungry?” 

Strife shrugged. “It’s part of the job.”

“Is it a SOLDIER thing?”

Cloud stopped eating then, and you found yourself regretting those words. Had they been a bit too bold? Of course most knew about the merc’s former association to Shinra. Whether the rumours were founded in truth or not didn’t matter when the glowing eyes gave it away. You had been about to apologize and to excuse yourself when the man turned his gaze to you, freezing you in place. Those mako eyes… Not annoyed. Calm. Thoughtful. They swept over your surroundings then, the dirt and grime of the Midgar slums.

“Your café hasn’t always been like this, has it?” The man spoke out of the blue, taking you by surprise. He seemed to take your stunned silence as an invitation to continue. “You’re a lot better at this than the other locals. You worked someplace big?”

You could only stare at the sudden bombardment of… Compliments? Were these compliments, coming from a man who fought monsters straight from your nightmares for a living? Finding him staring back expectantly… You could only assume he was being genuine about this. Or perhaps he simply wasn’t realizing the nature of what he had just said.

You nodded then, finally getting your voice back. “Yeah. I used to own a café in Sector 1 before the Mako Reactor blew. My home was destroyed, so I had to move.”

It was Cloud’s turn to be silent, blinking a bit as he processed the information. His emptied plate seemed to have long been forgotten now, the fork sitting idly next to it.

“Sorry about your home,” he spoke after a moment, turning his gaze back to the plate in front of him. You simply showed a smile, genuine and grateful.

“That means a lot.” A pause. “So… Are you still hungry?”

“What’s that damn merc up to anyway?! We told him the meeting was at 3 tops!”

Seventh Heaven was in chaos as always, with the members of AVALANCHE running around in disarray as Marlene chased after them, giggling excitedly. Tifa? Unfazed through it all, showing her impatient friend a smile from behind her counter as she prepared him a drink to calm his nerves. But… Barret was right. Where was Cloud?

“If he’s not here now, I don’t think he’s coming.” Tifa hesitated to speak the words, out of fear that Barret would just explode. Truth be told, though, they needed not be spoken at all. It was a blatant fact. Cloud… was a difficult guy to grasp. And he didn’t seem to care too much about this AVALANCHE stuff.

“Damn spikyheaded ass! I’ll show him!!” Barret’s outburst was almost comedic as he stomped around on his seat, waving his hands around. But even he seemed to come to terms with the situation as he calmed down, heaving a heavy sigh as he crossed his arms and slumped onto his seat. No point in getting so worked up over it. “Y’don’t suppose he’s at that café again?”

“Thanks for the meal.” Cloud always left so soon. He never really stayed for the small talk like most of your regulars had before the bombing of Mako Reactor 1. You never asked him to stay, though, simply showing him a smile as you got his cheque ready for him. But today… You did want to ask him one thing, before he left.

“Cloud.” He hummed, head snapping up at attention to meet your gaze as you spoke his name. “Why… do you come here? Why come here when there’s all those other big, nice cafés in the sector?”

The man furrowed his brows then, his gaze falling to the side as he shrugged. “I like your food.”

You frowned a bit then, watching him attentively. That couldn’t be all of it. You… felt it. There was something more. Was he hiding something?

“I’ve heard rumours…” You felt your heart race in your chest as you gathered the courage to address the question that had been burning in your mind since the first time he had returned for ‘today’s special’. “That… You don’t come here just for the food.”

“Why would he go there when he can have free food here?! It’s part of his damn pay! That guy don’t know how to show some damn gratitude!”

Tifa couldn’t hold back a chuckle as she watched Barret get riled up all over again, swinging his arms around. Even though Barret had a point, and it stung her heart that her childhood friend avoided spending any more time than necessary with AVALANCHE… Tifa was starting to think she may understand Cloud’s motives a bit better.

“I think… It just helps him to have someone who doesn’t expect anything from him.”

No favours, no battles. Just a warm meal and a ‘thanks’.

“...Maybe I don’t.”

Cloud’s answer came in the end. He stood then, your shocked eyes burning into his face as he slung his sword over his back and dropped a generous portion of Gil onto the table.

“Keep the change. I’ll see you next week?”

You found yourself unable to answer, cheeks burning in the slightest as you watched him stalk off back the way he came in that calm, unfazed way of his.

But when he had gotten up to leave…

You could’ve sworn you saw him smile.

#cloud strife x reader #cloud strife x you #cloud strife x y/n #cloud strife reader insert #ff7 x reader #ffvii x reader #final fantasy 7 x reader #final fantasy vii x reader #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy reader insert #final fantasy vii reader insert #final fantasy 7 reader insert #cloud strife #cloud x reader #cloud x you

[qtipcottonbuds]

𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙔 𝙑𝙄𝙄

CLOUD STRIFE,,

to be continued

ZACK FAIR,,

to be continued

RENO,,

to be continued

GENESIS RHAPSODOS,,

to be continued

ANGEAL HEWLEY,,

to be continued

SEPHIROTH CRESCENT,,

to be continued

VINCENT VALENTINE,,

to be continued

#final fantasy 7 #final fantasy series #final fantasy crisis core #final fantasy masterlist #gender neutral reader #gender neutral character #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral insert #cloud x gender neutral reader #cloud x reader #zack x reader #reno x reader #genesis x reader #angeal x reader #sephiroth x reader #vincent x reader #cloud strife #zack fair #reno #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley

[final-fantasy-imagines]

Hi!! Redoing my request because I forgot to specify character. Could you please do a small sweet gale (soulmates au? Any kind works! If you want something specific tho: soulmate hears a specific song around the other) and sunflower for Cloud Strife.

Here you go, dear anon! Thank you for your request. <3 Hope you enjoy!

Prompts: Fluff, soulmate AU, “You have a beautiful smile.” (1k followers event: Vani's flower shop)

Every now and then the stars align – Cloud Strife x gn!reader

It’s when you enter the slums of Sector 7 when you hear that melody again. Albeit quiet and faint, you recognize it immediately; it’s the same melody you’ve heard the last couple of times you’ve been to the slums. And you remember you have also heard it up on the plate one or two times.

If you lived in another world you probably would have wondered if you were losing your mind. But in this world, hearing melodies out of the blue isn’t something unusual. In fact, it’s quite normal – it’s how soulmates are supposed to find each other. Each pair has a specific melody assigned to them, a melody only they can hear when their soulmate is near. And the soft tune that keeps playing in your head as you make your way through the slums can only mean one thing – your soulmate must be here somewhere.

You’re not sure how you feel about that, though. Of course, the thought that someone’s out there who’s meant for you and only for you is quite nice but at the same time, it’s equally terrifying. Because in the end, your soulmate will be a stranger – and how are you supposed to fall in love with a stranger?

“Damnit, (Y/N), stop overthinking,” you scold yourself in a low tone, a lousy attempt to distract yourself from the familiar song playing in your head, “you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. No need to puzzle your head about this now.”

The young woman passing you by gives you a strange look, probably because you’re talking to yourself. Most people see it as a sign of insanity, after all. (If someone asked you, music playing in your head randomly isn’t much better but since it’s linked to the whole soulmate thing, people usually don’t question it.)

“Um, excuse me,” you finally manage to say, and the woman stops in her tracks, raising her eyebrows as you approach her, “could you help me, please? I’m not from around here but I’m looking for someone. His name is, um,” you pause to look at the wadded piece of paper your friend Aerith has given you earlier, “Cloud. Any chance you know who that is?”

Without any hesitation, the woman shakes her head. “Never heard of him,” she replies, and you can’t tell if she actually doesn’t know him or if she’s just saying that to get rid of you. But it probably doesn’t matter anyways – either way, she can’t help you.

“You could ask Tifa, from 7th Heaven,” the woman adds after a few moments of uncomfortable silence (well, except for the melody that’s still playing in the back of your mind), “she knows almost everyone around here.”

“Oh. Thank you.” You hesitate for a second. “And where can I find her?”

* * * *

You soon find out that 7th Heaven is a bar located in the heart of the slums of Sector 7. The building itself has seen better days, just like every other building in the area, but that doesn’t make the bar any less charming. In fact, you’re pretty sure the run-down, industrial look is what makes it charming in the first place.

A jukebox in the corner of the entrance area plays quiet music that mixes in with the melody repeating in your head. At the other end of the dimly lit room is a bar with several stools, and behind it, you can spot a young woman, dwelling on her own thoughts as she polishes a glass.

Approaching the bar, you clear your throat. “Um, sorry for intruding,” you begin, giving the woman a brief smile when she looks up. If she’s surprised to see someone here at this time of the day, she’s good at hiding it. “It’s no problem,” she says and returns your smile, “you’re here for a drink?”

You hesitate for a moment. A part of you is tempted to order something, simply because the ongoing music in your head is proof that your soulmate is somewhere around the area and you need to calm your nerves, but for the same reason, you need to stay at least somewhat level-headed.

“No,” you reply eventually. “I’m looking for someone and a lady on the streets told me to ask someone named Tifa for help. Um, do you know where I can find her?”

The woman behind the bar laughs. “Yes, indeed. I’m Tifa.” She pauses, a patient smile playing around the corners of her mouth. She’s clearly waiting for you to introduce yourself, so you tell her your name. Her smile widens. “Nice to meet you. Now, how can I help you?”

Perhaps it’s Tifa, you think to yourself while you explain the situation but then, you remember that the music in your head would have stopped by now if she were your soulmate. So, no, probably not Tifa.

“Why are you looking for him?” she asks, not quite able to hide the curiosity in her voice. “Need a mercenary?”

“Hm? No.” So, that’s what he is. “To be honest, I have no idea why I’m looking for him. My friend Aerith told me I should go to the slums of Sector 7 and talk to him. I know this sounds so weird but she insisted.”

Tifa’s face lights up. “Oh, I know Aerith! We met a while ago. Long story.”

“I think I’ve heard parts of it.”

It’s hard to focus on a conversation when your mind keeps repeating the same melody over and over again, and you begin to wonder if that’s why Aerith sent you here – because she knows that your soulmate is somewhere around here. She has an ungodly sixth sense for this kind of things, after all.

“Cloud should be back soon. You can wait for him here if you want,” Tifa suggests, snapping you out of your thoughts. In that moment, the door to the bar opens, and the music in your head grows louder and louder, almost to a point where it becomes unbearable, and when you turn around, you see a blonde man approaching you. Then, stunning blue eyes meet yours, and the music stops.

Oh.

Oh.

You try very hard not to lose your composure but you’re pretty sure you’re staring at him like he’s some kind of supernatural creature. But he looks at you the same way, so it’s probably not all that bad. (At least that’s what you try to tell yourself because the way Tifa giggles quietly and excuses herself convinces you that the whole situation is more than awkward.)

“Hi,” you say, and much to your surprise, you even manage to smile.

Cloud blinks before, all of a sudden, he blurts out, “You have a beautiful smile.”

It’s obvious that you’re not the only one taken aback by his sudden compliment because he has barely ended his sentence when he starts to blush vigorously, the rosy pink color dusting his cheeks a lovely contrast to his eyes.

Oh no, you think, he’s adorable.

Silence settles in but soon enough, you gather the courage to ask him to join you for a walk to get to know each other better. The slums might not be the most romantic place on this planet but still you feel your heart flutter when Cloud agrees.

You really need to thank Aerith later.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving a comment. I'd really appreciate the support. <3

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#cloud strife x reader #cloud strife x you #ff7 x reader #final fantasy x reader #cloud strife fluff #vani's flower shop #reader insert #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #ff7 fluff

[therebels787]

I want to...

You were laying next to Cloud, a top a meadow's hill. Surround by nature. You didn't dare look at the sky as the anger red meteor threaten the very peace you wished to have at this moment.

The battle was about to begin, you had only a week before the chosen day was upon you. And yet...Cloud asked you for one last hurrah.

"Let's run away for a bit." He whispered softly in your ear the night before. You looked at him, knowing that deep down, he was terrified. You nodded and got off the highwind, taking your PHS with you just in case.

You look over to him and smile. He looked to be sleeping. You wondered what he dreamt about. The battle? Maybe, future? Or maybe he was simply dreaming a simple dream. One filled with sweet nothings. The last thought alone made you feel all warm inside.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"What do you want to do?"

You thought for a moment. Only a moment and finally dared to look up.

"I want to go to Norway to see the flowers, and to Paris to climb the towers. I want to go to Italy to look up in the chapels and maybe go to Vermont to eat their apples. I want to do some many things and more, yet without you with me it be kind of a bore."

Cloud looked at you, smiling.

"Sure."

#cloud strife #cloud strife x reader #cloud x reader #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy cloud #fluff #gender neutral reader #reader insert #super short fic #little poem #I know it's chessy but I think it's cute #x reader #also spoilers #and I haven't actually finished the og game I just know the ending based on reviews and summary #sorry guys #Im a poser ig

[krashoutluv]

Hehehaha imagine Jaybird with like a super serious nd quiet vigilante s/o, Where like shes also anemic (Worst experience ever 😞😞😞) Nd gets tired easily maybe even randomly faints sometimes!! Can ya also add smut if ur comfortable wit it!!!

I DONT KNO HOW TO ADD SMUT TO DIS BUT HERE ARR SUM HCS FOR UUU

SAW THIS MISTAKE GUYS IM SO SORRY I MEANT TO PUT A NOT IN THERE HE WOULD NOT INFANTILIZE THEM

Jason Todd x Anemic Vigilante!Reader (SFW HCS)

i love jason with a serious and quiet individual

like jason todd with someone like cloud strife

itches my brain so good

such a good slowburn relationship

they balance each other out soooooo goood

hehehejehdjhd

their always teasing each other

snarky remarks

they’ll get into an argument abt something and it ends with them aggressively making out

When he learns the fact that their anemic he definitely is more attentive to them, but he tries his hardest to not make it obvious

hes definitely not annoying them or infantilizing them

but he definitely makes sure their eating properly

he will definitely find some 24/7 place to eat for them if anything

soooo very protective, again not in a debilitating way but he has such a big heart he’s always got a chunk of anxiety for em’ way

istg this man turns into a literal warfare machine as soon as they feel dizzy or faints midst a fight

whether its noticeable or not i can see jason slowly inserting himself into their life

hes soooo djdnkdndke

he gets a weird craving to be around them

point it out n’ hes a messs

AAA BLUSHHIIINGGG MESSSSSSSS

GET A LIL SNARKY NNN’ OUUU HE WANNA KISS THEM SOOOO BAAAAAAADDD

the snarkyness def drives him insane

#|| 🪼krash responds to u #🪼 krash writes jason todd x reader #🪼krash writes jason todd hcs

[devilfic]

#✦✎: request guidelines.

hello! before submitting a request, please read the guidelines below.

requests are: [CLOSED] but feel free to send in ideas. I may get around to them sooner than you think.

who do I write for?

anyone I’ve written for on my masterlist

characters that you ask me about beforehand (feel free to shoot me a quick ask in case you’re unsure about a particular character)

characters I express interest in writing for on this blog

characters in fandoms I’m actively in

gender-neutral/body-neutral readers

currently most interested in writing for: eddie munson (stranger things), robin buckley (stranger things), bruce wayne (the batman 2022), edward nashton/the riddler (the batman 2022), selina kyle (the batman 2022), cloud strife (final fantasy vii: remake), peter parker (mcu and tasm).

who do I not write for?

underage characters (anyone under the age of 18)

characters I am not previously knowledgable about

gendered readers or readers with specific body types including height, weight, skin color, eye color, etc.

what do I write?

fluff

angst

humor

romantic love

platonic love

familial love

supernatural (ex. werewolves, vampires, witches, mermaids, etc.)

suggestive/non-graphic sexual content

dark content (ex. yandere, mild gore, violence)

simple prompts (ex. “(character) with reader who is (insert trait)” or “what would (character) be like in (general scenario)?”

prompts for prompt lists (please link said list and specify which prompt when requesting. all credit for prompts should go to their rightful owners)

what don’t I write?

incest

rape

pedophilia 

extreme gore

extremely specific prompts (ex. “(character) with short, pale, green-eyed fem!reader who’s insecure about her specific body type”)

prompts featuring mental illnesses I’m not knowledgable and/or comfortable writing about

explicit smut

rpf (real person fic)

domestic violence (especially between the character and reader)

what form can I make my request in?

headcanons (ex. love language headcanons)

drabbles

blurbs

oneshots

please specify what you’d like your request to be! if you’re not sure or have no preference, I’ll take the liberty.

disclaimer

I reserve the right to decline any request for any reason I see fit, but especially if the request does not adhere to my guidelines. if there is anything that needs to be cleared up, I will let you know

these requests are done in my free time. while they definitely are a priority for me, I reserve the right to post personal fics or other such content as I please

I appreciate patience above all. I want to make your requests just as much as you want me to, but sometimes the muse just isn’t there. I will do my very best to carry your request through, and I ask for your understanding if there are issues along the way

while these are your requests, I do not consent to the finished product being reposted with or without credit. feel free to share links to them, and if you are uncomfortable with me posting your request to AO3, please let me know when you request

ready to request? fire away!

#mjwrites #mjspeaks #request guidelines

[vividsprinter]

A Very Long Engagement: Cloud Strife x Reader

...unless you’re Cloud. In which case you definitely get paid enough to care.

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Warnings: Angst, injury, cursing, trauma.

Cloud burst into Seventh Heaven like a man possessed, surrounded by his friends in the Avalanche group. They were all in a panic, but none so more than Cloud – he was hysterical. He held the limp body of his fiancé close to his body, tears streaming down his face as he willed you to stay alive.

Please. I can’t bear to lose anyone else.

I couldn’t survive it.

Desperation took over his legs as he charged up the stairs behind the bar, gingerly laying you down on the bed in the first available room.

“No no no!” He choked out, frantically trying to stop the bleeding in your abdomen and legs with whatever sheets and quilts were nearby.

“Cloud,” Tifa said, a hint of urgency in her voice. She placed a hand on his shoulder as he sobbed over your semi-conscious form, trying to pull him away from you so she could begin assessing the damage.

You had been on a run-of-the-mill mission for Avalanche, but the group had been split up and you had ended up being jumped by a group of hounds in the Shinra complex. Normally, you had no problem taking care of yourself, but they had caught you by surprise, and you had paid for it big time. Even in your half-asleep state, you could still hear Cloud’s anguished cry as they sunk their teeth into your flesh.

“Cloud.” Tifa repeated, more sternly this time, “Let me work.”

“Y/N… Y/N Please… Please don’t leave me,” he murmured to you quietly, not paying attention to anything else that was going on. He was shaking like a leaf, and he felt a tightness in his chest as he struggled to get air in.

“Cloud! Get out of the fucking way before she bleeds to death!!” Barret shouted, horrified that Cloud had allowed himself to become so distraught that all his common sense had gone out the window. You needed medical attention – and fast.

Finally, Cloud turned to face the group, his pained eyes looking utterly lost and helpless. All he could manage in response was a nod, shuffling towards the head end of the bed and kneeling down on the floorboards beside you. He took your hand and held it tightly, kissing it just below where your engagement ring was sitting. It was a beautiful turquoise-blue stone set in silver, with filigree patterns engraved on the band, and you loved it because the gem reminded you of Cloud’s mako-infused eyes.

With his other hand, Cloud gently brushed your hair away from your clammy face as he looked down at Tifa, who was grimacing as she assessed your wounds. Cloud’s stomach dropped as he bit his lip and dropped his head, fearing the worst.

At that moment, you let out a weak cough and opened your E/C eyes, gazing over to Cloud.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, placing a palm to the side of your face gently.

“Stay with me. Stay with me. You’re back at the bar. We’re gonna fix you up,” he said softly.

“Cloud, she’s haemorrhaging. We need to stop the bleeding and stitch her up, ASAP,” Tifa said quietly to him. She didn’t want you to overhear and panic.

“Where’s the healing materia?” he snapped at her under his breath.

“We don’t… We don’t have any,” she replied sadly. Cloud looked to the rest of the group desperately, his eyes pleading with each and every of them. They all hung their heads.

“I’m sorry, Cloud,” Barret said, looking to the floor whilst Aerith let out a sob, grabbing onto Biggs.

“Just save her… Please.” Cloud begged, turning back to you with worry consuming his features.

There was a small commotion in the background as the team leaped into action, with some mutterings about fire materia, bandages and antiseptic. Cloud, desperate to keep you conscious, continued whispering sweet nothings to you as he came apart at the seams. He had already lost so many and seen too much death for one human to bear. It would be his undoing if he lost you too.

“Hey… Look at me,” he cooed, caressing your hair lovingly, “I love you… I love you…You’re gonna be Ok.”

“Barret, take her legs. Cloud you take the top half, and you keep her still - do you hear me?” Tifa instructed, her voice cracking slightly.

“Wait. What’s going on? What’re you doing?!” Cloud asked feverishly, eyeing Tifa as she opened a bottle of antiseptic. She poured a copious amount onto some clean fabric.

“Hold her, Cloud. This is going to hurt.”

He looked down to the end of the bed to see Barret begrudgingly holding your shins down. Barret couldn’t bring himself look back at Cloud, and eventually closed his eyes, trying to imagine he was anywhere else as the impending dread began to set in.

Tifa nodded at Cloud as she hovered the drenched material over one of your wounds, as if warning him to brace himself. In one swift move, she pressed it against you, and held it there.

You flinched as the liquid touched your open skin, weeping as much as your weak body would allow you to in this state. You tried to move away from the stinging sensation being inflicted on you, but you could not escape – you were being held down.

You looked to Cloud for respite and tried with little success to pull his arm off you. By looking into his beautiful ocean-like eyes, you could tell his heart was breaking. As Tifa cleaned the rest of your wounds, your body gradually became desensitised to the burning of the antiseptic, and all you could do was whimper quietly as the tears left your eyes.

“Biggs, the knife,” Tifa said.

“Knife?!” Cloud asked in horror. His eyes widened in alarm as Biggs brought over a knife that had been heated to an extremely high temperature with one of the only materia they did have – fire.

Realising what was coming next, Cloud shut his eyes for a moment and clenched his jaw, a fresh tear escaping. He held your hand even more tightly and looked at you guiltily, a lump forming in his throat.

“Cloud?” you croaked out, starting to worry about what was coming next.

“I’m so sorry. I’m here… I’m sorry…” he repeated over and over, as he placed his forehead against yours, holding you by the shoulder forcefully with his other hand.

Your eyes looked at him questioningly, terrified.

“Here goes,” Tifa said, gulping, lowering the scorching blade to your bleeding flesh.

This time, your body was most definitely not desensitised, and Cloud was not prepared for the sound that came out of your mouth.

It was brutal.

You screamed and screamed like a wounded animal, writhing against your human restraints. The sound you made was one of anguish, pain, and suffering. It was excruciating for him to listen to.

“Jesus Christ, will someone get her some fucking anaesthetic?!” Cloud yelled angrily at the entire room, still hysterical.

“We don’t have any!! Don’t you think we would have given it to her if we did?!” Tifa screamed back at him, almost starting to cry herself.

Cloud closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, slowly bringing his forehead back down to rest against yours. He dare not speak, for he was worried that if he did, he too might let out cries of anguish. How could he do that when he was not injured, and you were suffering so much? You felt his wet tears drip into your hair as he cried.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” he kept saying to you, as if he thought it would help somehow.

Whilst Tifa continued cauterising each wound, you became more and more distressed, unable to take much more of the pain. It was endless, and the burning sensation lingered deep in your bones, even after the blade had been taken away. Honestly, you wanted to give up. Your body was giving out. You felt as though you were being tortured, and you wanted it to stop.

“Please. Please… just let me die!” You choked out in between screams, looking at Cloud pleadingly.

Cloud opened his eyes, torment apparent on his face. He looked down to Barret, who was still holding your legs, for support and assurance. Barret’s head was hung in shame, and he was flinching each time the blistering knife touched your skin.

Shaking, Cloud looked back at you. Visions of his mother and his friend Zack plagued him as he saw you barely cling to life.

“No… I can’t Y/N. I won’t. Please… Don’t leave me. Please,” he said, feeling selfish that he was asking you to continue suffering on his behalf.

But he couldn’t just let you die.

“Tifa – how much longer?!” he asked frantically, not taking his eyes off you.

“Just one more!”

“Y/N. I’m here. I’m so sorry. I need you to be brave for me, this is the last one. I promise,” he said, willing you to carry on.

Cloud tightened his grip on your shoulder, and you knew what was coming next. You shook your head at him desperately, begging him to make it stop, but it was too late.

You screamed again, gripping Cloud’s hand as though your life depended on it. He winced as the smell of burning flesh swept around the room once more, praying to himself that you would make it and that this endless agony wouldn’t end up being your final moments. He’d never forgive himself if they were.

“Ok, Aerith – needle and thread please,” Tifa finally called out, slight relief evident in her voice that the worst was now over.

Cloud exhaled, glad that he no longer had to watch you endure so much pain whilst he was unable to do a thing to help. As your wounds were sewn up expertly by Aerith, Tifa slumped against the wall, completely drained. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her hands were shaking. Lying limply on the bed, you fell in and out of consciousness as Aerith worked her magic.

Once Aerith had finished closing your wounds, she started placing dressings over them to keep them clean. Tifa had originally offered to do this, but she was way too shaken up to help at this point.

“Ok, thanks everyone. I think Cloud and I can take it from here. You guys get some rest,” Aerith suggested as she worked, glancing over at Cloud who, in short, was an absolute state.

At first, nobody moved, too stunned from what had just transpired to manoeuvre even one muscle. Tifa was the worst out of everyone, zoning out as she stared blankly ahead.

Eventually, Biggs helped Tifa to her feet and essentially carried her out of the room, whilst Barret stood up and said sombrely to nobody in particular:

“Never ask me to do that again.”

He then wiped his brow and also left the room.

“Cloud, you Ok?” Aerith asked softly after several moments of silence. She was working on your final dressing now, and she knew the whole group were worried about him. They knew he had deep-rooted abandonment issues, and they also knew how incredibly attached he was to you. If he wasn’t so utterly loving, it would be considered unhealthy.

“Just tell me she’s going to be OK,” Cloud replied, his voice wavering slightly as he kept his eyes glued to your face. He still had not let go of your hand.

“We’ve given her the best possible chance,” Aerith said, never capable of telling a lie.

Cloud sniffled slightly, wiping his eyes with his free hand. Once she had finished packing away the sewing kit, Aerith walked over to Cloud and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.

“Have faith. Your girl’s a fighter, remember?” She offered, smiling at him. He only gave a small nod in response, still not taking his eyes off you.

The moment Aerith left the room, Cloud brought a gloved hand up to his eyes. He couldn’t hold it in anymore and completely broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

He didn’t leave your side for hours and hours. When you eventually came to again, he was right there. His face was pale, and his hair was tousled; his eyes red and sore from all the tears that had escaped him that evening. Cloud still trembled slightly – it was such a small amount that it was barely visible to the naked eye, but you could feel it against your skin.

You slowly raised a hand to his cheek, concern taking over your face. He looked absolutely terrible as he studied you intently, a huge burden clearly on his mind. For a split second, all you saw was him, but then your nervous system kicked back in.

“Cloud, my insides are burning!! Help! Help!”

You started to panic. You felt like you were on fire – it was excruciating.

“Y/N… We… We had to cauterise your wounds. We have no anaesthetic – we’ve looked everywhere. I’m so sorry.”

“Then knock me out – please. I beg you!”

“Are you crazy?! Like hell am I giving you a head injury on top of everything else!”

You started to weep again, unable to comprehend the pain that you were in. Every second felt like an hour.

Cloud felt so helpless. He felt so… useless.

“Fuck this,” he said, getting to his feet for the first time since you had been brought into the room.

“Cloud? Where are you going?”

“I love you too much to watch you suffer like this. I’m going to find something to help you, and I will be back the second I find it.”

He stepped out of the room, and you heard his footsteps fade as he jogged down the steps to the bar.

“Cloud?!” Tifa exclaimed in surprise, as he stepped behind the bar without invitation, grabbing two bottles of the strongest spirits he could find.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she asked him accusingly as he tried to walk off with the stolen alcohol.

“I can’t watch her suffer anymore, Tifa. It’s killing me. This is the only thing I can think of to help her with the pain.”

“So, you’re going to get her drunk? Have you lost your mind Cloud Strife?!” Tifa scolded in disbelief.

“I can’t just sit there and do nothing!!” He retorted, raising his voice slightly.

“You can’t give her booze, fool. It could thin her blood. Shit, don’t they teach you anything in soldier school?” Barret chimed in from behind, removing both bottles from Cloud’s grasp and placing them back behind the bar.

“Cloud, Aerith has gone home to look for any materia she may have left behind.  I understand it’s hard for you to watch Y/N in so much pain. Believe me, I know. But it will only be a little longer, Ok?” she said, trying to reason with him.

Cloud remembered the look on Tifa’s face earlier whilst she was cauterising your wounds. He realised in that moment that she probably understood better than most what he was going through.

“All right,” he said tiredly, before dragging his weary legs back up the stairs.

He ran straight to your side again once he opened the door, seeing that you were still in enormous amounts of pain. Cloud kissed your head tenderly to try and comfort you, but you struggled to keep still. Everything hurt, and it went on like this for hours. Your only respite came when the door opened once more to reveal Aerith carrying a glowing green orb of materia. She was pink in the face and looked like she had been running around all afternoon. It transpired that not only had she raced home and managed to find some sleep materia, but she had also spent all afternoon trying to trade it for some healing materia. Nowhere would agree to this trade, citing that healing materia was ‘like gold dust’, so she would have to make do with what she had. Eyeing you worriedly, she used the materia to knock you out, and then looked over to Cloud.

“I don’t like the look of this. She’s got a fever,” she said to him as she felt your forehead.

“Cloud, run some cloths under the tap and bring them over, would you? We need to get her temperature down.”

He nodded and ran to the bathroom, doing as she asked. He vowed at that moment that he would do anything to make sure you survive this, and he was never, ever going to let this happen to you again.

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