#ex-soldier - cloud

[dark-elf-writes]

Anyway Leaf House Cloud down the line:

Cloud, through his exposure to mako and an incredibly poorly timed attack that puts him on Hojo’s radar, gets essentially blackmailed into becoming a shinra employee. The only thing that can be done really is decide where he’s going to go.

And Tseng, who has been trying to get Cloud to join his department almost immediately after meeting him, makes an offer that will both satisfy the higher ups that Cloud is “contained” and keep him out of Hojo’s hands as a test subject. Cloud becomes a Turk in “deep cover” in the Slums where he essentially keeps living the life he was already living in exchange for being Aerith’s Shinra approved bodyguard. The only catch is when certain jobs come up that would need his specific expertise Cloud can’t really refuse them since he goes on so few missions.

And unfortunately one of those missions is Nibelheim.

Things still go bad but with the advantage of cloud being already partially enhanced he wakes up pretty much when Zack does (though is in pretty bad shape for all he is moving) and through some general Turk paranoia and mako addled thoughts making him check literally every inch of the building for further threats he finds Vincent who in a mix of Turk Loyalty and the desire to put Hojo’s head on a stick agrees to come with them back to Midgar. (It goes against everything he once stood for to let a fellow Turk still half out of their mind with mako poisoning and years of trauma go off with only an equally mako poisoned and traumatized soldier as back up.)

And honestly three enhanced individuals against an army goes a lot better than one.

Which means eventually two ex Turks and an ex soldier walk into a bar and become eco terrorists and Shinra weeps.

#the elf talks #ff7 #leaf house cloud au #there’s also a lot of spy double agent shit going on as the Turks are fully loyal to cloud and cloud alone #cloud is in the soldier getup until they get actually to the shinra building where tseng has a modified version of his old suit #and a new sword waiting for him becuase without the buster sword Cloud is back to breaking them constantly #shinra is fighting a war on two fronts and they don’t even know #there’s so much more but ex Turk cloud coming back and pretending to have amnesia while pulling some real #spy shit is so important to me okay I lvoe it so much

[myristicisms]

@defiant-ex-soldiers || Cloud Strife wrote;;

“ You're joking. ”

Turquoise eyes gleam curiously, confusion flickering within a typically calm expression. The same smile had been offered hundreds - thousands of times before, part of Zack's charm he'd guess, or it would be in better circumstances. As it stood, standing in a bar that he's pretty sure he helped name while staring at a few somewhat familiar backs of heads wasn't the former SOLDIER's ideal way to kill time, but if it meant getting well needed socializing in then he'd simply have to swallow the bitter taste within his mouth and cope.

It was much better than focusing on the judgemental gaze he'd received from passers-by anyways, not like Zack could blame them given his eyes were a damn giveaway of prior affiliations; Death on papers be damned he was still technically a work horse for Shinra at some point in his life and the company didn't exactly show much love for any of the residents within the slums. War hero or not, former first or not, the raven haired man understood far too well the apprehension that was thrown towards him, it was the whispers he wished he could ignore.

How he wished he could simply rip the mako that danced within his blood out, cleanse his body of the enhancements and perhaps then some; Unfortunately it was an ichor that forever lurked within his body, going into overdrive and effectively leaving Zack all the more vulnerable to hushed insults, not like they weren't deserved; The worst though was when his ears would occasionally pick up familiar voices, ones he'd yearned to hear once more but never quite being able to find the ones who they belonged to and tonight just had to be one of those nights.

Fighting the urge to whip his face around to where he'd guess the voice came from was always the hardest part, even if it sounded more biting than the one his mind usually conjured up, and much the same as always, Zack lost that fight quickly. Impulses were one hell of a fight for a man that rarely ever bothered to control them, if he'd learned anything it was to simply give up trying to look less insane around others, not like anyone would notice the frantic way his gaze flickered anyways.

“ Holy shit... ” A whisper, body tensing at familiar tufts of blondes and yet he can't help but feel out of place, those blues weren't familiar at all to him, not in the way Zack had hoped anyways, the glare he felt lingering upon his features made him wish so desperately that he didn't keep his hair slicked back, wished he could hide behind the long raven lock that covered just a sliver of his features. Normally he'd be elated, to finally see a familiar face, or at least one of the faces he's been hoping to see anyways.

Now all he feels is dread. He knows the words are spoken towards him, why else would the blonde be looking in his direction, though now he wonders if Cloud even recognized him, remembered him at all. Is he angry that Zack had disappeared after his battle with the platoon? Or maybe he has no clue who Zack is and he's just as apprehensive towards SOLDIERs as the rest of the folks within the bar. So many thoughts run through his mind and that damned lack of impulse control gets the better of him again, forces his legs to walk towards the shorter man and force an easy going smile upon his face.

“ Usually that comes after I say something stupid, ” His throat feels dry, trying to force words out; Wants to test the waters and see if perhaps his assumption was wrong and maybe Cloud was just shocked he'd be there too, but he can't bring himself to get that confirmation, knows the idea that he'd been forgotten despite doing his damned best to take care of the blonde on their run from Shinra would rip whatever was left of his pride from him and that wasn't something Zack wanted to risk. “ You were staring pretty hard - I think - can I help you with anything? ”

#muse;; zack fair #defiant-ex-soldiers | cloud strife #• answered ic! #interaction continued? #verse;; tufts of phoenix down #// i went with the remake verse #// hoping this makes sense!!! zack was very excited for this one

[planet4546b]

btwww i know i have not talked much about roleswap au but if people wanna ask questions about roleswap au (my dear and beloved friend roleswap au) i would jump for joy

#pers #basic premise is i’m swapping cloud and tifa so tifa is an ex soldier with. Well there’s something happening with her #and cloud is Just Some Guy w a delivery service in midgar and his best friends avalanche #not swapping anyone else bc there are just too many characters in ff7 and it would get scary so fast. but #🪲 #🌪️ #i’m sorta doing fuckall at work today so as long as i can duck my boss for long enough. lmao

[notquiteaghost]

angrily realising/remembering my ideal clint&natasha dynamic is they're both aroace in slightly different ways (as in, clint is 'it did not even occur to me i was '''missing out''' until i made sane friends who kept asking' and nat is 'sure sex is fun but so's a lot of lower effort stuff and Why Would I Want Someone In My House') & they're each other's Person but that does not equate to them living together or what have you & it is because both of them are trauma response the whole way down but that doesn't mean it's bad sometimes you just have to work with what you've got. the anger is because maybe three people are on my wavelength here

#yelling at clouds #like aroace nat is very. Fraught. fandom's misogynistic tendencies wise #i do not wanna conveniently render her a non-shipping option i wanna Think about her rship with sex n romance as an ex-child soldier #actually this isnt a tags line of thought one sec

[knightfeared]

◆  @defiant-ex-soldiers​  |   CLOUD STRIFE   →  

❝ ((KH2 Cloud)) "Where am I?" He looks around, "Is this the underworld?" ❞

╰（  UNPROMPTED 🔥 ）

WHILE THE SHADES THAT ENTERED THE UNDERWORLD WERE ALL RELATIVELY THE SAME - THIS PARTICULAR ONE... WAS DECIDEDLY NOT A NORMAL SIGHT.

At least... one this far out in Tartarus. In Elysium, it might not have been such a strange sight.

The man still retained a human-like form, something that was cause enough to catch the prince's attention. Peering at the strange Shade with a slight cock of his head as he rolls between the two options of leaving it be as is or choosing to bother the newcomer until his curiosity had been sated. He was possibly on his way to Elysium if the weapon he bore was anything to go by, but then again... Charon was typically the one in charge of guiding lost souls around,  &  he was no where in sight.

When he wanders along, entering further into Tartarus’ maze-like halls, still looking so dazed, only then does the godling move to intervene. With a light wave as he steadily closes the distance to something less chasm like, Zagreus offers the stranger an amicable smile. He wasn’t an enemy  -  more than happy to spot a friendly face along his journey than anything. Maybe the man knew another way to leave?

                                                  ❝   — You'd be correct, my good Shade - though I’m surprised to see you wandering through Tartarus so freely. Not many others aside from those more hostile are usually found here... ❞

Confusion aside, the strangers tone sounded certain. A strange mix. With a curious brow arching, Zagreus studies the other a bit more, contemplating as his mismatched sight catches once again on the sword at the man’s back. 

...A warrior?

.

#Muse: [ Zagreus ] #◆ ━━ Answered IC #◆ ━━ Interactions #◆ ━━ Short and Sweet | Quick Replies #defiant-ex-soldiers #*CLOUD STRIFE.

[escapedfromthevoiid]

You think me more naive than I am. (Tifa to cloud) from @pastelhart

"I think everyone is naive to some-." Cloud cut himself off with a slight tsk and shook his head, there was a lot of things coming to mind- as if a second personality was just bubbling under the surface...but it quickly left and instead he just remained silent for a moment.

"What do you want me to say to that?"

#[Ex-SOLDIER. I quit || Cloud Strife] #[Nailed It. I Know. Thank You. Moving On || Cloud replies] #pastelhart

[sasouken]

tomura + kusatta

                               "i didn't think it was necessary." a soft breath. "we weren't losing anything by not killing the kid."

#kusatta #threads. #❀ ex soldier. i quit. ( bnha | cloud s. ) #cloud ft. tomura ( kusatta ) #( he is talking about eri hehe ) #❀ queue.

[deciessomnia]

tag dump

Final Fantasy - Primary and Request Only

PRIMARY

🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. luneth ⊱ light of courage 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. desch ⊱ ancient / tower of owen master 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. aerith gainsborough ⊱ flower merchant / ancient 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. ovelia akastcha ⊱ princess of the ivalice empire 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. stella nox fleuret ⊱ forgotten star / v13 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. qator bashtor ⊱ the white thunder 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. claes celestia misca sancest ⊱ akatoki elite knight / azure dragon i'cie 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. naghi minatsuhi ⊱ self proclaim idol of class 9th

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🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. genesis rhapsodas ⊱ crimson flower 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. ardyn izunia ⊱ the accursed 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. cloud strife ⊱ ex soldier 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. reno ⊱ hot blooded turk 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. prompto argentum ⊱ the outlaw / v13 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. noctis lucis caelum ⊱ unlawful prince / v13

Note: the v13 on the end of Stella, Prompto, and Noctis's tags stand for Versus 13 exclusive only.

#🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. luneth ⊱ light of courage #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. desch ⊱ ancient / tower of owen master #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. aerith gainsborough ⊱ flower merchant / ancient #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. ovelia akastcha ⊱ princess of the ivalice empire #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. stella nox fleuret ⊱ forgotten star / v13 #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. qator bashtor ⊱ the white thunder #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. claes celestia misca sancest ⊱ akatoki elite knight / azure dragon i'cie #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. naghi minatsuhi ⊱ self proclaim idol of class 9th #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. genesis rhapsodas ⊱ crimson flower #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. ardyn izunia ⊱ the accursed #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. cloud strife ⊱ ex soldier #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. reno ⊱ hot blooded turk #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. prompto argentum ⊱ the outlaw / v13 #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. noctis lucis caelum ⊱ unlawful prince / v13 #( c.atch a.ll )

[dark-elf-writes]

Love that cloud’s default expression is just:

🔵👄🔵

It fits him very well

#the elf talks #lex plays ff7 #cloud: I’m a ex soldier and total badass #his babygirl blues out here betraying him at every turn: 🔵👄🔵 #lord help me I’m simping for another bottom with blond hair and blue eyes when wil the list end

[askaeristheflower]

((Defiant-Ex-SOLDIERs)) ((Cloud)) “I will carry you.”

@defiant-ex-soldiers

Aeris leaned on her staff as pain shot up her leg. “I-I’m fine.. It’s just a sprain after all” it was her fault really. She had climbed up a tall pile of rubble only tumble down and hurt herself.

“Really! I’m lucky that’s all that had happened to me.. I know a guy that got impaled by a stray rebar..” Aeris cleared her throat, trying her best to ignore the pain.

“C-Cloud can we sit for a moment?”

#defiant ex soldiers #Aery has an ouchie #cloud!

[myristicisms]

Hurt, insecurity even, it's so odd how that's what lingers painfully in his throat because it's something Zack had wanted to hear for... Way too long and yet... It doesn't fill him with the joy he should be experiencing, there's dread and anxiety lingering because it's all wrong, it has to be. “ No, don't... Don't go saying something like that Cloud. ” He mutters softly, “ It's not fair to either of us, you know. Especially when you don't mean it. ” Because why would the blonde say something like that to him and mean it? He'd failed Cloud in every sense of the word, couldn't even protect him and even then, Zack wasn't even worth any sort of yearning.

“ You know I'm not the person you want, I can't be that guy. ” And it's trying to rationalize why such a remark would even come to mind for his friend that hurts the most, it's not like the blonde fully remembered how Zack was and the silly stupid hopeful part of him that thought maybe it was about who he is now, not the youthful man who's face was always obscured by a curtain of spiked bangs for a while, not the young man with joy and energy in abundance but the battle worn one right now, the one who's chest looked like constellations in a night sky with the marks of his determination and failures combined into one. The one who was an utter failure.

The one that's just Zack Fair, not First Class Fair or the puppy but a man that just wants a normal life and he thinks, hopes so selfishly that that's the case even despite having reacted in fear, rejecting such a heartfelt confession and that too only drives a stake deep into his once welcoming heart. Hope in abundance could only get Fair so far before he ends up hurting himself again, that's all he seemed to be good at nowadays anyways. He's hung up on so much, too much and it makes what should be a happier moment in his otherwise bleak life all the more depressing because of course he pushes people away even when he's at his loneliest.

“ I... I'm sorry, it's not that I don't- I mean I get it, I've wanted to hear that, don't think I haven't but I just... Is it me or is it the Zack you remember, the one you knew and not... ” He gestures to himself, tawny expression twisted in guilty anguish. “ This insane mess that you somehow got stuck with. Because if it's the guy standing here right now then I can live with that, I can indulge you until you get sick of me but if it's him then I can't be that, y'know? ”

@defiant-ex-soldiers | Cloud Strife

" I'm scared as hell to want you, but here I am, wanting you anyway. "

#muse;; zack fair #defiant ex soldiers | cloud strife #verse;; tufts of phoenix down #• answered ic! #i am so sorry cloud #it's not a rejection he's just insecure and terrified

[buckrecs]

Sex Pollen

masterlist | req masterlist

Play Pretend by @wkemeup

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help.

In The Dust by @metalbuckaroo

at a shack after a mission, Bucky realizes the ‘dust’ that he thought wouldn’t be effective anymore needs to be brought up. You insist partners are suppose to communicate with each other.

addicted to you by @bonky-n-steeb

you find Bucky to be irresistible after you both get affected by sex pollen.

Left Gasping For Air by @bucksfucks

doused with sex pollen, you & bucky are met with a difficult decision.

Take You There by @heli0s-writes

Sam plays a game called Fuck or Die. It's like he willed it into existence as you and Bucky explore the basement of an old Hydra lair.

Chemical Reactions by @slut4buckysarm

bucky barnes joining in on your solo mission was the worst part of the night. that was until the both of you got dosed with sex pollen.

Daisies by @rebeccccccaaa

Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen.

burning desire by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

after being sprayed with sex pollen on a mission gone wrong, bucky is the only man who can help you. the issue? you hate his guts.

A Piece of His Heart by @thefanbasewhore

Bucky has been struggling with himself for a few months now but never reaches out for help. In order to confront him, you lock him in the lab but only to find out it was on lockdown for a reason and you're now stuck to quarantine with him

only the two of us by @barnesafterglow

stuck together, you and bucky find yourselves in an unfortunate position (or maybe not)

Mean It by @gogolucky13

You and Bucky get trapped overnight in the safe house after a mission. Everything should be okay, except he's your ex and thanks to his carelessness, the situation gets a little more complicated.

Comply by @gogolucky13

With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner.

your hands have made some good mistakes : part 21 by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

The team comes home for a pre-Thanksgiving gathering. Everything is going swimmingly, until Thor breaks out the Asgardian whiskey.

Little Bit of Pollen by @simsadventures

You and Bucky are both Avengers, but that doesn’t mean you have to like each other. What happens when you two are the only one present when you breathe in a sex pollen?

Dosed by @moonstruckbucky

Sex pollen? Sex pollen.

keep your eyes on the road (aka an unexpected sex pollen adventure) by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Honestly, this is what Bucky gets for not listening to you.

for your own good by @witchywithwhiskey

bucky barnes is gifted a strange-looking plant but when you, his closest friend in avengers tower after steve rogers, touches the leaves, it lets out a strange cloud of pollen. both you and bucky soon feel the effects of the plant's pollen and, though bucky's worried about hurting you, you know he never would—and you need his help. desperately.

Petals by @biteofcherry

Bucky and reader is stuck in a cabin in the woods.

Desperate by @buckets-and-trees

Enemies? Rivals? It's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the Winter Soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered.

Thrill me, Fulfill me by @samodivaa

You agreed to help for one mission—now you are both lustful and carnal, affected by sex pollen—you are flint, he is tinder.

Imagine by @buckyalpine

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader #sex pollen #bucky barnes x agent!reader #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #bucky barnes sex pollen #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x hydra!reader

[serafim]

@defiant-ex-soldiers--

“This is all that’s left.” Of himself. Of what he remembers. He’s taken it to the limit, until there is simply nothing let to give up. A hateful husk, more vengeful spirit than monster or man. He can still feel her singing, coursing through his veins, the twitch of his fingers seeking the familiar weight of Masamune in his palm. 

Making demands he knows he cannot fulfill.

Sephiroth looks down at his hand, clenches and unclenches it to test the responsiveness of his own body. Maybe it will always be this way. His very existence holds a severe incompatibility with the lifestream itself.

Without a corporeal form, he’s at least spared the inconvenience of having to eat, drink, or whatever other menial activities are required to maintain a living body. Yet now he stands. He’s real flesh and bone, living and breathing. Mideel has always had the barest separation between life and death. The Planet has merely made the choice to excise him from the rest of the damned.

He smiles to himself. It’s a tired expression, incongruent, as though someone has drawn it on his face and given up halfway.

“You’ve traveled so far...” Sephiroth talks slowly, clearly, with an obvious lack of malice. He doesn’t even have to look to know that Cloud is standing behind him with a hand no doubt already clasped around the hilt of his sword. Defeat, nothingness, purgatory. That is his domain now. “Best get this over with.”

#defiant-ex-soldiers #c: cloud #ehh vaguely post ac?

[eviesaurusrex]

—ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ | ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋʏ

GIFs not mine!

summary: Perfect moments with their best girl.

word count: 5.5k ooooopsie

warnings: nothing, tooth-rotting fluff because these two deserve the world, kissing, two big, strong men being softies for their girl, but also sometimes in overprotective mode, reader is described as shorter than them, allusion to smutty smut and lingerie, short make-out session, an ex is making a short appearance, not entirely proofread

author’s note: I’ve never written something for Stucky, but thanks to tumblr, I’ve shipped them for a very long time and had to do this, so here we are. Don’t hate me for this being utter shit, thanks.

* * *

Sunny days were her favorites. So, sunny days were naturally entirely reserved for her when everyone had gotten time off missions. When the weather forecast predicted sunny days ahead, Steve and Bucky did everything to try and get these days off, especially when the weeks lying behind them had been filled with rain and clouds.

Their best girl was a vitamin D junkie, so they became vitamin D junkies as well.

Her sigh, full of contentment, let hearts flutter as Bucky watched the woman they loved bathing in the warming rays of sunshine, his shades perched on her pretty nose. Nothing of her wasn’t pretty, especially when the sun tickled her skin and let her seem as radiant as the burning star itself.

She had her arms crossed under her head, an opened novel resting on her slowly moving chest, her pretty lips slightly parted, and her eyes closed behind the tinted glass. At the sight of her relaxed state of mind, cruel but crucial missions finally somewhere in the very back of her head, Bucky couldn’t stop himself. Staring wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving at that particular moment, and he bent his head to press a sweet kiss to her even sweeter-tasting lips, humming in amusement at the little gasp leaving her mouth before she herself hummed in contentment and kissed him back.

“What was that for?” YN asked, eyes now opened to stare up at the handsome brunet looming over her as he still was propped up on his arm right next to her on the picnic blanket they had placed somewhere in Central Park near the lake. He started playing with strands of her hair and shrugged one shoulder, a breathtaking smile slowly stretching over his face, even reaching his pretty blue eyes and making them sparkle with happiness. “Nothin’, doll. Just felt like kissin’ ya,” Bucky mumbled close to her lips after he had bent down again, but Steve’s voice made him stop a mere millimeter apart from her. “Already startin’ without me even though I got’ya some food and iced coffee on my way here? Rude.” But his smile told something else.

Pushing Bucky off of her with a hand pressed against his chest, YN reached up as soon as the blond super soldier had knelt on their blanket and tangled her fingers in the neckline of his light blue shirt. “He started,” she whispered conspiratorially with a giggle, well knowing that the other super soldier could hear her words just perfectly. His quiet scoff just underlined it. But Steve only grinned happily and obliged without so much as a second thought as YN pulled him downward to her face and kissed him Hello. “You said something about iced coffee, if I remember correctly?” He hummed in approval and reached for the paper cup holder to get her current favorite summer drink. “Couldn’t let you enjoy the day without it.” Another kiss came close after before his blue eyes followed YN’s movements as she grabbed the cup, took a deep sip, and lay back down again, snuggling closer into Bucky’s chest.

Steve followed close by, putting down the food and the other two drinks he had gotten for them, and settled on her other side onto the blanket, his long legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles. Bucky smiled at him over their best girl’s body and couldn’t stop himself from bending over YN to press a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek, grinning at the blush creeping up into his cheeks, still not used to the openly shown affection from either of them. It was like a dream, and he loved how his life had turned—how all their lives had turned.

YN had watched her two lovesick men with a gentle smile before littering both their handsome faces with kisses until it was her who was showered in kisses, turning her into a giggling mess underneath the sun. They ignored every single look thrown their way, not caring for the people and their silly thoughts because they were as happy as probably humanely possible. They bathed in her adorable sounds, savored every single touch of her skin, and every single look and smile she showed them.

“How’s our sun girl today,” Steve mumbled against her lips, feeling Bucky’s fingers carding through his hair and YN’s thumb caressing his cheek, her smiling lips pressing almost open-mouthed kisses to his. “Perfectly and utterly content.” It was only a sighed whisper, but it was enough to make both their hearts flutter again. It still was a somewhat adrenaline rush to realize how happy they made this woman, how lucky they’ve been that she loved them both, just as they both loved her. It still continued to blow their minds how open they could be nowadays, how little the majority of people cared when they saw the trio strolling through the city, sharing kisses, holding hands, walking as closely next to one another as possible. Sometimes, Steve just had to think that all this was nothing but a dream and that he would wake up any minute now, back in his sickly body and his loved ones entirely out of reach.

“Hey.”

Bucky drew him out of his mind and back to their cozy little spot in Central Park, blue eyes meeting blue eyes, dark brows worryingly drawn together. The blond super soldier only shook his head slightly, a smile tucking at the corner of his mouth as he looked from one worried face to another, swiftly pressing easing kisses to both their cheeks. “It’s alright. I’m okay. Jus’ tired and too much in my head. Wanna try one of these loaded donuts I found on my way?” YN squealed at that and sat up faster than both men would’ve considered possible, smiling at one another behind her back before following close to at least get a single bite of those treats before they vanished right before their eyes.

Sometimes, this woman really blew their minds.

* * *

It was already dark outside; the night stretching across the window-covered wall of their shared room at the compound, and the moon shining brightly into the dimly lit bedroom. Steve was lying on his side of the massive and custom-manufactured bed Tony had gifted them last Christmas after he had been tired of hearing YN groan and whine about the little space she had between two buffed super soldiers. Now, she was sprawled like a cute little sea star over him and the rest of the bed, almost seemingly covering every bit and appearing a lot taller than she actually was compared to the two men she called the loves of her life. Steve sometimes had to ask himself how she managed to cover basically every inch of the bed while also being sprawled atop their bodies, and some nights even managed to fall out of the bed.

This woman was an enigma to him, but Steve loved her even more for that. It didn’t matter that some nights he felt a foot or an elbow in his ribs or that Bucky always woke him when he single-handedly manhandled YN back into her designated spot of their bed without paying attention to where Steve was sleeping. Even if he could change everything, he wouldn’t change a single thing. This was what he’d always wanted back in the days, what he envied people for. It simply was perfection.

One of his large hands softly and lovingly drew indescribable patterns on YN’s partly exposed skin, his other hand holding the novel he was currently reading after she had bought it during one of their many dates in the city. It was her love language—picking books and gifting them. And Steve happily obliged and started reading it right away. His eyes couldn’t leave the words on the pages, already deeply enraptured by the story unfolding in front of his eyes, head sometimes dipping to his right to press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. Her slow but deep breathing was the only sound except for his in the room, and in his eyes, it was the only thing he’d ever need in his life—that and Bucky’s heartbeat next to hers when they all drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, he felt YN moving more in her sleep, her fingers grasping his shirt like a lifeline, and a small whimper escaped her lips, brows deeply furrowed. He let the book rest on the blanket thrown over both of them and started humming the tune of one of her favorite songs while also pressing feather-light kisses to her forehead, trying to pull her unconsciousness out of the bad dream and back to something bright and joyful. And it worked like a charm, just as it always did, and soon, YN rested unmoving against his chest again, her breathing back to the long deep breaths of deep slumber.

Steve picked up his book where he had left off, only to let his motion stop midair as his eyes found Bucky leaning against the doorframe, watching his two people with a small smile on his lips. “Bad dream again?” The blond nodded and put the book on the nightstand. “They come and go as they please.” Bucky had more experience with them than he had, so he just nodded in understanding and walked over to them. His duffel bag leaned against the wall as he sat down on Steve’s bedside, hands finding together and holding tightly onto one another. The brunet kissed the blond first before pressing a lingering kiss to YN’s forehead, sighing deeply as their familiar scent enveloped him and soothed his mind. “I’m too tired to take a shower, but she’ll tell me a piece of her mind when she wakes up and realizes I climbed into bed in my tactical gear,” Bucky groaned quietly, head resting at Steve’s shoulder, but then chuckled and pushed himself back up after he had felt a kiss to his temple. The Rogers grinned at that.

Yes, they were decades-old super soldiers and fought off the most dangerous people on this planet, but they feared the wrath of this tiny, delicate woman more than anything else in this world. And they never liked to upset her in the first place.

“Just a quick rinse. It’ll make you feel better,” Steve nudged Bucky gently and smiled lovingly at his deep sigh, watching his shoulders slump down and his body succumbing to the exhaustion after a mission. “Only a quick one. And only because I love you two.” With that, Bucky let his hand wander into Steve’s neck and pulled him towards him, but only so much as not to disturb YN in her much-needed sleep, and exhaled slowly as he felt their lips touching. “I could join you,” Steve mumbled into the kiss, feeling excitement rushing through his body at the thought alone, but knew Bucky would shake his head even before he actually did it. “You need to take care of our girl here. Y’know how easily she wakes up when no one is next to her.” Then, he smirked and kissed Steve slowly and languidly. “Remember, we have the entire weekend to ourselves. Just the three of us in here, unoccupied time. The little something I found for her should arrive tomorrow.” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as the memory of a night spent online shopping moved back into his mind, accompanied by the mere anticipation he had felt when Bucky had found the scandalous piece they both knew she would love—until it would be on the floor, probably in lacey shreds.

Bucky chuckled as Steve finally pushed him off the bed. “Go and take a shower, sarge. I know someone is in need of her big spoon.” And he was right because as the other man climbed into their bed and pressed his chest against her back, YN smiled in her sleep and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, nuzzling closer into each of her super soldiers, the bad dreams entirely gone for the night.

* * *

Choreomania echoed through the still empty apartment somewhere in Brooklyn, the sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing Prospect Park in its green beauty. YN hummed and sang along to the vinyl of Florence + The Machine, wearing an old pair of sweatpants—she wasn’t even sure who they belonged to, either Steve or Bucky—and an old tank top, and now, after hours filled with painting the walls, she was covered in paint splotches, her fingers raw from removing the old wallpaper meticulously, so she could paint the walls just like they preferred.

This would be their home. This would be their safe space. This would be the home of their family. And therefore, it had to simply be perfect. And that’s why YN was already in here, already working hard for their dream home to become a reality instead of a fleeting image in their heads, even though they had decided to do this together after Steve’s and Bucky’s last mission for the month. But she couldn’t wait. She wasn’t able to sit around at the compound, reading her books and watching her shows when she already had all the time possible at hand to do something.

Dipping the painter’s roll back into the color, YN quickly climbed the ladder to check the painter’s tape one last time, only to rearrange and re-stick it again. She was satisfied with the result after the adjustment; the blue tape line was now perfectly even, and the wall was ready to be painted. With a nod, the Avenger started to climb down the metal ladder, only to slip off it on her sock-clad feet. A shriek thought its way out of her throat as she felt herself falling and following earth’s gravitational forces until a pair of strong arms caught her mid-air and pressed her against a broad chest.

“Woah there, doll,” Bucky’s voice murmured close to her ear, and instinctively, YN’s arms circled his neck. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’ here all by yourself, hm?” She searched his crystal blue eyes with her own and shrugged, almost helplessly, at the sight of his worried gaze and his scrunched-up brows. YN couldn’t even get a word out of her mouth because suddenly, heavy steps echoed through the hallway, and Steve entered the living room, brows just as worriedly furrowed as his boyfriend’s. “What happened?” Immediately, he let go of the bags he had carried, letting them tumble to the hardwood floor just as she had almost done and hurried himself over to the pair, his eyes already scanning for possible injuries before his hands followed. They softly wandered over her arms and her legs, and Bucky let his hand feel her back up and down, only to hum, satisfied when she didn’t flinch in pain.

YN shrugged again and looked from one high-towering super soldier to the other. “I thought I could start on the walls already while you two are still in Prague.” Now that she thought about it… “What are you two doing here, anyway? You weren’t supposed to be back until, what? The day after tomorrow?” Then, she had to add: “I don’t mean I’m not excited to have you back already, in one piece, because I am—excited. Welcome home.” Her eyes almost teared up when she first pulled Steve down at his neck and kissed his soft lips gently before turning her head to Bucky and kissing him just as lovingly. The two soldiers smiled softly down at the woman between them, still lying in Bucky’s arms, and recognized the feeling swirling inside them instantly: pure happiness and domestic bliss.

“You should’ve waited for us, baby girl,” Steve muttered after the brunet had sat her back on her feet, and he had the opportunity to take a gentle hold of her hands. The delicate tips of her fingers were an angry red, her skin plastered in probably toxic paint, and the grumble of her stomach had been heard by the two men downstairs when they first arrived at their new home. “I’m fine. It’s nothing, really, Stevie. The mustard-yellow wallpaper just put up a harder fight than anticipated, but I conquered it.” Her proud grin warmed the two men from the inside, and Bucky wrapped his arms around her shoulders, propping his chin atop her head. “Well, that fight must’ve been a sight to behold,” he chuckled before his metal thumb started to draw circles into her upper arm. “But I think someone forgot to look after herself, so you’ll take a break now and eat something while we’re dealing with the walls. Alright, doll?”

Quietly muttering, YN obliged and nodded because she knew this wasn’t a fight she could ever win. Steve and Bucky were too protective for that, too worried about her well-being to let her have her way now. So she let these two settle her on their folded jackets, back propped up against the wooden passage frame, and takeout from her favorite Chinese restaurant in hands. Her eyes never left them, watching them as they quickly tried to wipe her skin clean of the smelly paint before pressing kisses to her face, reminding her to eat her lunch, and went to work.

They stared at her progress for a moment, trying to figure out what her vision had been for their living room, before grabbing the painter’s rolls and rolling off the excess paint in the plastic bins. “You did such a great job, doll.” Bucky smiled over at her, his heart aching beautifully as he watched his best girl starting to smile radiantly with the chopsticks between her lips, and he was sure she had never been more beautiful than now. “Oh, definitely. This will be done before you finish your food,” Steve added to the praise, smiling himself, as he started to paint the first wall while Bucky climbed the ladder to treat the bare wooden planks with oil.

“You two should do this all day, every day. You look hot renovating our home.” The words were almost swallowed by the bite of Chinese takeout and chopsticks still in her mouth, and YN felt her cheeks blushing when they both turned and looked over at her. “Oh, yeah? Maybe we should take off our shirts then, baby girl?” Steve wiggled his blond brows teasingly, and a laugh escaped him, head thrown back, as YN bombarded him with a napkin. “Don’t you dare. See that window over there?” She pointed to the window at one of the sides, facing the house on the other side of the street. “That woman living there already ogled you two when we first went here. It obviously doesn’t matter that she’s married, but you don’t have to fuel her ego or whatever.”

Quietly grumbling, YN stared down into the box of takeout, the urgent feeling of hiding her two boyfriends from the world almost overwhelming again. Sometimes, she couldn’t help herself and felt overly protective of them, and sometimes even jealous, especially when women tried to take them away from her. It was stupid, she knew that because she knew that these two would never leave her—and neither would she. The thought alone hurt. But sometimes, her brain morphed back to the state of mind she had before them when men always only played with her and never meant what they said. Steve and Bucky changed that, changed her. And now, she was certain that these men would never dump her.

YN didn’t realize the lack of sounds—the wet noises of even wetter paint against a dry wall and the occasionally rusty sound of the ladder when it ached under Bucky’s weight—too focused on munching on her food to distract her mind and think about anything but that awful woman on the other side of the road. She didn’t even hear the sounds of heavy steps creeping closer to her sitting form, and she only realized how close they were when Steve lifted her off the ground and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips and carrying her over to the aforementioned window. The woman felt the glass pressed against her back, and she swallowed the last bite down, cocking one brow at their antics. Bucky had settled himself right next to them, leaning sideways against the wall next to the window and letting his hand cup her cheek.

Switching between their faces, YN looked from one to the other, both brows now almost touching her hairline, and her head cocked to the side questioningly. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded more breathless than initially planned, and her lips parted slightly when Steve turned his attention to her exposed sensitive neck, softly breathing against it before kissing it languidly. “We can’t have our doll being all broody and jealous,” Bucky whispered in Steve’s place, his thumb slowly caressing the skin over her cheekbone. “We can’t have our best and only girl think that stares of some woman would let us react in any way possible.” Now he bent his head to start kissing from her collarbone upwards to her chin, slowly and teasingly. “Need to show that woman who we belong to.” Steve hummed in agreement before he nibbled at her most sensitive spot, gently sucking the skin between his lips, and chuckled when he heard the familiar sound of a gasp of air. “And we only belong to one woman,” he finally mumbled, lips pressed against lips, kissing her like a man possessed, before he backed off to let Bucky get his turn with their girl. He kissed her like a man starved, all tongue and teeth until they both needed oxygen and parted with labored breaths, all the while Steve had his chin propped up on her shoulder, eyes staring contently out the window and occasionally kissing her neck.

“I think that woman will never look at us again, baby girl.”

* * *

Following her through her favorite bookshop was a simple task—and a simple pleasure. They loved to watch their girl strolling through the aisles, her eyes wandering over the colorful book covers in different designs and art styles, stopping more as she actually walked, always a new book in sight that had picked her interest and curiosity. They followed her like two broad shadows, always shielding her from the outside world because they knew how much she needed those hours of mindless strolling and discovering.

YN stopped again at that moment, eyes wandering over the entire length of the bookshelf until they stopped at a book in the top half of the shelf. Pressing herself onto the tiptoes, she tried to reach it, but still, she was too short. With a huff, the woman lowered herself again and turned to her two boyfriends, looking up at them with big, round, pleading eyes, even though YN knew very well that she didn’t need to beg. “Could you…?” She couldn’t even get the entire question out before Bucky was right at her side, one of his big hands resting on the small of her back. “Which one, doll?” Her finger instantly stretched out and pointed to a blue and purple book spine which the brunet grabbed without any signs of effort and handed it to her with a smile and a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby,” she grinned up at him before reading the blurb on the back of the book and decided to give it a new home on her bookshelf.

Finding its way into the crook of her elbow, YN continued down the aisles and didn’t even have to turn and ask one of them to grab her another book because both men knew that title by heart now. And it was the main reason they headed to the shop today. Steve pressed himself against her back as he took it from the shelf, one hand resting on her shoulder and lovingly squeezing it, his lips wandering from exposed shoulder to her neck. He reveled in the sounds of her soft giggles and grinned against her skin when she whispered a Thanks, Stevie, when she gathered the third book of her favorite series in her arms. “Any time, baby girl.” It was only a soft whisper against the nape of her neck before Steve took a step back for her to continue her strolling and gathered Bucky’s hand in his to intertwine their fingers.

“We will leave a tremendous amount of money again,” he chuckled as they watched their girl picking up two other books and piling them in her arm, and Steve laughed softly at that. “Try and see it as a donation and continued support of local businesses,” the blond countered, the grin still on his face as he nudged Bucky’s side lovingly with his arm. “At least we earn enough to keep up with her small book addiction.” Steve threw Bucky a look at that and couldn’t contain his laugh as the brunet winked at him and pulled him closer to his side to press a kiss to his lips. “Just wait for what books she picked out for us again. We still need you to let go of The Hobbit for a while,” teased Steve, a bubbling laugh bursting out of him when Bucky nudged his side now and rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

But then, he stopped for a moment as he looked in the aisles ahead of them—the empty aisles ahead of them. “Where did she go?” It was common for them to lose YN at some point, but it never happened so quickly and without either of them realizing it until it was too late. Steve softly rubbed his shoulder when he felt Bucky’s anxiety getting the best of him. “She’s probably just around the corner in the next aisles, Buck. Remember the list she wrote and forgot on the coffee table? She should be somewhere left of us now. C’mon.” Lovingly, Steve coaxed him to come with him, well knowing how Bucky tended to think the worst when YN just disappeared, still not entirely processing the fact that Hydra was destroyed and no one would ever come for her again.

But when they rounded the shelf and looked into the aisles where Steve had thought YN must be by now, only to not find her there, even his heart skipped a couple of beats. Bucky swallowed thickly next to him, his eyes jumping from one face to another, trying to find her between the shopping people. “It’s okay, Buck. See?” He pointed to the books and the sign reading Non-Fiction hanging above the bookshelf. “They reorganized. She took a right turn then. Okay?” The brunet inhaled deeply and nodded slowly, still not fully convinced. “Let’s find our girl before she raids the entire store,” Steve tried to lighten the mood when he pulled Bucky with him, only to pick up YN’s voice in the aforementioned right aisles.

“What do you want, Chandler? You see, I’m busy buying books which is way more important than your sorry ass. So… Off you go.”

Both super soldiers stopped at the crossing and stared the man down who had the audacity to cheat on this gorgeous woman in front of them. He never deserved her, and they had picked up the pieces he had left and built her up again. And now, he had the audacity to talk to her, to even breathe the same air as she did.

“Chandler.” Bucky’s voice was as deep as it gets, sending chills down every spine of every person who never heard the growl before. But Chandler was too stupid to sense the danger he found himself in because he had dared to talk to her. His eyes moved from them to YN before he chuckled lowly. “So, it’s true? You not only sleep with one but two of them? Or are you just a spectator when they’re at it?” Steve grabbed the shoulder of his boyfriend to hold him back, even if he felt like punching that idiot himself, especially when he leaned closer to her than they both liked. “Always knew you’re a fucking freak.”

They both were on their way to beat the hell out of him, but YN beat them to it. She let go of her books, only for the stack to softly levitate in the air instead of following the gravitational laws of this planet, and with one hand, she grabbed Chandler’s neck and pushed him against the bookshelf with astonishing ease. He gulped and looked helplessly at the two men, trying to get their help, but they just watched their girl being the badass they knew she was. “Listen, dumbass. You can insult me all you want because I couldn’t care less for your opinion about me, but—“ YN let her fingers grip tighter until he had trouble getting enough oxygen into his lungs. “—but don’t you dare and insult my men. I don’t take those lightly. Are we clear?” He nodded quickly, and she let go of him, a radiant smile now on her face. “Perfect. Then off you go now. Go go. Your little dolly is waiting over there, round eyes and all. You should check on her. That’s what you always could do best anyway.”

With a barely seen flick of her wrist, the books landed in her arm again, and with another smile, she turned to her two boyfriends, staring proudly down at her in her pretty sundress and her new possessions in hand. “I think I got everything I need for now,” she smiled up at them and let Steve grab the piling stack of books out of her arms to carry it for her.

Bucky pulled her into his side, his arm thrown over her shoulders and lips pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of her head as they followed Steve to the counter. “You didn’t have to do this, doll.” It was only a mumble, and YN almost didn’t hear it but caught up to it just in time to look up at him and wrap both arms around his middle. “Yes, I had to. No one is talking like that about my boys in front of me, ever. You wouldn’t take shit about me either, won’t you? You wouldn’t allow it.” He stopped to wrap both arms around his best girl and pulled her into his chest, bending his head to kiss both her cheeks and the tip of her nose. “You know we would never take anyone’s shit about you, doll. Never. Even if it’s minor, we would step in and stop it.” The thought alone that anyone would hurt her, physically or mentally, almost broke him. No, they would always protect their best girl; the cost didn't matter. It would always be them against the entire world.

Her smile illuminated the shop, and he oh so willingly let his face get pulled down by her fingers wrapped around his chin to be kissed once again. He would never get enough of her, either. “See?” She now grinned and grumbling, he caved and nodded. “Okay, Okay, I see your point, doll,” he finally muttered, a smile tucking at his lips nonetheless because he could never be mad at her.

Giggling, YN received the paper bag full of new books—even though she still had piles over piles of TBRs waiting at home—and let Bucky take it out of her hands, so she could walk in between her two super soldiers and hold each of their hands. But instead of following them on their familiar route after a successful book shopping tour, she gently but urgently pulled at their hands to make them turn right instead of left. Steve furrowed his brows and looked down at her, not really knowing what was wrong. “Baby girl? The coffee shop is this way.” He already softly pulled at her hand, always having his strength in check. “But I don’t wanna go there,” she started, and immediately, both grew worried again. It wasn’t like her not wanting her iced coffee alongside her new books, so she could sit in the sun and start reading. Steve’s thoughts already wandered to the bookshop situation, blaming it on Chandler and wanting to beat him up just like the boys back in the day beat him up. “If it’s because of him, we’ll make sure that he leaves if he’s even there,” Steve promised with an undertone, ready to move heaven and earth for their woman, but the shake of her head stopped him right there. “No! No, I just wanna… Well, maybe it’s because of him, but not because I’m upset about it, but because you are clearly upset about it. So, I just wanna head home, order some food, and read in bed while cuddling with you. Would that be alright?”

She looked from one towering man to the other and let her eyes fall shut as they both pulled her in, wrapping her in their wonderfully tight hugs. She let them kiss her in the middle of the sidewalk and felt loved and cherished to an extent that wasn’t possible before Steve and Bucky entered her life.

“Of course, doll.”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

But deep down, Bucky and Steve couldn’t get over the fact how perfect their best girl was.

* * *

Thank you for reading (even though it wasn’t the best thing ever written)! As usual: reblogs would be absolutely great, just as overall love for this piece, and I’d love to read whatever you thought while reading!

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[knightfeared]

Cloud's just gonna go ahead and leave the bingo sheet and the note in Squall's house by the coffee maker where he knows it will be seen.

𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓, 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓. An anticipation almost giddy was woven through his frame like sensitive static, all jittering nerves, twitchy grins as he waits. He isn't sure if he'd be direct as always once he did, or if he's gonna purposefully ignore it. Who knew. The man was an enigma half the time, a free bird who went wherever & did whatever he pleased.

Time passed, life moved on — eventually, once the alluring shimmer of that same excitement dulled, he forgot, buried back into the usual routine within Radiant Garden's walls.

With all his experience, you'd think he'd know not to let his guard down so soon. But maybe in this case, it's a fond thing he's happy to let slide — tired eyes sparking in the evening hours as he spots the folded card tucked away under the edge of his coffee machine. With a cat-like tilt of his head, the man tugs it free, sliding it to safety as he goes to prepare him a pot for the late night report-work he had yet to finish — figuring that at the very least, despite how contradicting it sounded, the scent of the familiar drink would ease his bubbling excitement back down again as he went over the results.

The whole time, the gun-blader chastises himself for being so . . . curious over something so stupid. It wouldn't change much, but curiosity was one hell of a thing.

Eventually, back pressing to the edge of the countertop at his spine, comfortably leant at a tilted angle with a leg resting over it's twin, Leon finally presses his thumb between the folded page, flipping it open, turning it to better study it up close. A note nearly falls loose, caught by his other hand at the last moment, held along the side of the page as he grins wide. The closest reply he's gotten to a full black out. He eyes the two left unmarked, humming low in his throat in some contemplation, the crook of his smile causing it to grow more lopsided in something innocently mischievous.

Tucked safely into one of his back pockets, the swordsman continues to prep his late-night drink, moving right for his study shortly after. Once he's comfortably settled, ready to tackle the last of his days tasks, he draws the card & Cloud's single note loose, placing them down atop the stack, grabbing for a pen, getting right to work with one of his own notes.

A stupid idea. Stupid.

But he knows that the unexpected surprise of it would be well worth it. Something lighter, mushy admittedly, but something none-the-less he's drawn towards like a moth to a comforting flame's luring heat. Generously, he marks off the remaining spaces, granting the other man a fully marked card. Stationary in hand, he jots off his reasoning, answering Cloud's own jot down ramblings with some of his own in answer, all before he clips the pile together. The next time their paths crossed, he'd be sure to gift it right back.

— @defiant-ex-soldiers

#╰┈➤ ┊❛ ANSWERED IC. ❜┊ #╰┈➤ ┊❛ INTERACTIONS. ❜┊ #defiant-ex-soldiers #MUSE: [ SQUALL LEONHART. ] #➤ *𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ( SQUALL LEONHART ) kh verse #❝ A long way to go & a long memory. Been searching for an answer always just so out of reach. ❞ . [ DEFIANTEXSOLDIERS ] #Love in my arms & the sun in my eyes. You carry my fears as the heavens set fire. [ ; ] SQUALL / CLOUD ➤〔 DEFIANTEXSOLDIERS 〕 #╰┈➤ ┊❛ SAVED GAMES. / ARCHIVED REPORTS. ❜┊

[randoimago]

Could I request Aerith, Sephiroth, and Cloud with an s/o who loves cooking up a feast for them whenever they've done something amazing (which can be anything in s/o's eyes)?

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7

Character(s): Aerith, Cloud, Sephiroth

Note(s): I wrote Sephiroth as if during/before Crisis Core since I prefer his personality in that game! There aren't any spoilers though, just his personality not being obsessed with Jenova/Cloud.

Aerith

Idk if this is actually canon and I read it somewhere or my mind made it up, but I love the idea that Aerith can eat. Her metabolism is just insane. She daintily eats everything you made for her and gives you a bright smile afterwards, giving her compliments to the chef.

She just gets so happy whenever you show her all the food you made and say that she deserves it. Probably saves some for the others, but she is happy to sit down and eat.

With all the gardening and fighting and not dying she does, she really loves you making her feasts. You always know when she needs the little treat too!

Cloud

Makes the "?!" anime noise when he sees all the food. Being an ex-soldier, he does have a big appetite, but he doesn't expect you to be the one to cook him such a big meal.

He'd eat some of it then say he's done, only to pause if you give him puppy dog eyes. Then he sighs and eats the rest. Cloud does enjoy the food very much, he hasn't had anything home cooked in a while, but it's just so much and he doesn't want to weigh himself down because his body is digesting all of it.

He has had to try and stop you many times from just (in his eyes) randomly cooking him a feast because you thought he did well. All he did was open up a bit more to someone and he has to pull you to him to stop you from making a whole roast or something.

Sephiroth

There's amusement in his eyes the first time you make him such a grand meal. He just finished a mission and came home to this. You get a pat on the head as he thanks you and sits down, asking that you eat with him.

He wouldn't eat all of it, saving some to take as lunch or rations when he's out on the field again. Sephiroth does ask you what the occasion was and ends up shaking his head with amusement if you mention he did something small that you found amazing.

Has pondered aloud, teasingly, if you were trying to fatten him up with all the food you make him. He doesn't mind it, but it's just something very sweet and amusing. He'll give you a gently kiss to your forehead as thanks after each meal.

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