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[terraviium]

continuation for @fearlessmonk “You really think so?”

Eyes twinkling with joy, Aerith glances to the other in clear delight to be told such a thing. She’s got more than a few years of experience under her belt, sure, but hearing such a compliment from Tifa just makes her feel all giddy inside. 

“Oh - you’ve got a little dirt,” she adds, hand lifting to her own forehead to gesture where the smear had been left. Her cheeks dimple with withheld laughter, and after a moment, Aerith simply cleans her own hand with a couple wipes on her dress before moving to take care of it herself. A few swipes of her thumb, and Tifa’s mostly good as new.

“There you go. Happens to me all the time!”

#fearlessmonk #› ❀ 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❀ » ic .

[youchxse]

Another job, another long ride across the continent. Another town to save. Another monster to slay. Such was the life of a hero. Fenrir's dull roar can be heard echoing throughout the city streets of Edge. A sign of another homecoming. People clear the streets to make way for him.

Cloud Strife, the Hero of the Planet.

It's a title he doesn't pay any mind.

He helped people and it made ends meet. Two wins if you asked him. It doesn't take him long to come weaving to a halt in front of the Seventh Heaven. The children come rushing out from all directions of the orphanage. All of them gathering around to greet the returning hero. They shout and holler with excitement.

It is enough to bring a soft smile to the blond's lips. He kicks the stand down on his bike sitting it down gently. He throws his leg over the back of it, dismounting it in one swift motion. He rises up to his full height. A gloved hand reaching up to remove the goggles he wears. He lays them on the handle bars.

The kids all rush in then. Swarming around him with cheers and questions about his latest trip. He scoops one of them up in his arms sitting them on his shoulder as he looks down at the rest of them. He is trying his best to find a place to begin in the conversation.

"Well I had to go to Kalm and deliver a package...."

To anyone else this would've seemed a boring story, but to the children it was fascinating. The blond's words trail off as those glowing azure orbs fall upon the raven haired woman who has come out onto the porch to greet him.

He cannot help but steal a few moments to gaze at her in a mixture of awe and reverence.

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#fearlessmonk #;threads #[/~a living legacy~\] #;cloud #hopefully this is alright

[hiislegacy]

Starter | Muse: Sephiroth

They had been easy enough to find, having not been too far from the other companions, but just far enough to where a single feather falling in front of Tifa's face would be the only warning given. A sharp ring as that Masamune of his purposely, and very narrowly missed skewering her head. The loudness of it hitting whatever was behind her, and the accompanying dark magic that was with his every step, any time he commanded it, flooded the area; masking them from any prying eyes.

"Alone, at last..."

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#fearlessmonk #rp #starter #c: sephiroth

[brokeniisms]

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Cloud couldn't fall asleep, like many nights. When rain started to fall he moved to the window. Watching the droplets hit the window was a simple pastime he enjoyed. It was quiet in the room, just the sound of rain. He found comfort in the melancholy of the rain. Cloud remembers many nights as a child when he was at the window for hours, his mother had to remind him that he couldn't stay up all night doing so.

Cloud finally became distracted as he spotted Tifa just outside, sitting on the water tower alone. This won't do he thought. Luckily the inn had spare umbrellas. He walked out and his gaze was stuck on Tifa, who was above him. Cloud climbed and slowly approached her. He couldn't help but notice how sad she looked. It made his throat tighten. He leaned over and shielded her from the rain.

She softly spoke his name, and he tried to offer a smile. ❝ I could say the same to you. You're out here all alone... come inside Tifa. ❞ Cloud leaned further and placed his hand on her shoulder. ❝ We can talk. ❞

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[grieverled-moved]

His words were meant to tease, nothing more nothing less. A bit of impish playfulness born from a need to get some form of innocent ( 'Well, innocent-ish' ) payback after her little stint in the labs just outside of the Gardens. She'd flipped him. A memory that stained like ink in a clean cloth, though it'd been more then smoothed over through continual chats here or there, mostly & admittedly spurred on through Aerith's intervention.

But it was all in the past now. Didn’t stop him from telling her the odd rumour here or there though, if only because it was amusing to see what reactions he’d garner.

Shaking his head with a laugh, he shrugs his shoulder, little more then a light, cheeky bounce then anything. Crossing his arms over his chest, a brow rises, challenging yet still bearing that light tone as he peers down at the fighter with thinned wolf grey hues.

"& how would you know? It's not like they'd go around telling everyone. Business'd be bad if the truth got out."

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#╰┈➤ IN CHARACTER. #➤ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ◆ KINGDOM HEARTS VERSE #FEARLESSMONK #( … ) // HELLO HI SORRY THIS IS SO LATE #( … ) // oh my god tho I snorted when I read this. APOLOGIZING FOR LEON CAUSE KH LEON IS A BIT OF A JERK

[fairlybeloved]

@fearlessmonk

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"There she is~" He smiled, fingers gently curling round her hand. She'd just gone through IT - it being a horribly traumatic situation that had a high probability of going shit the bed, so to speak. He didn't want to do anything to shake the boat too much, but neither could they linger for long. He guided her without forcing her to the best of his abilities.

"Thought I saw someone hunker down this way. Quick thinking! That was a nasty beasty~" Had probably been aiming to swoop her up, carry her to some waiting nest somewhere.

"Unfortunately, that's not the only one hangin' out there. We gotta make ourselves scarce!" He wanted her to know the reality of their situation before he even got back to basics. "I'm Zack, Soldier First Class! I'm here to hang out for a bit in town, get to know the sights, the sounds~ The smells. It smells like baking something or other here all the time!! I've yet to find out where in the heck it's coming from though. Ya'll hiding something delightful just out of reach?"

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[hisreunion]

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Cloud occupied the same stool he always did. He wasn't wearing his usual fit that evening but instead sported a henley shirt, dark jeans and an old leather jacket. He rested his forearms on the polished bar top with his posture relaxed, open rather than closed off. The last week was spent resting after his final battle with Sephiroth but even now he was still sore despite being healed of his grievous wounds. Probably the lingering effects of geostigma. He and Tifa hadn't talked much since the church though he was answering calls from friends this time around; texts and even his emails had been reduced to a more manageable number. No more avoiding and secluding. Those days were over. This was Cloud making a real effort to be present.

He was even working on customizing Denzel's bicycle—a sort of personal project between them. The boy only ever wanted to spend time with the man he looked up to. So Cloud's pending deliveries were on hold for now... because family came first. They looked at each other for a long moment before he reached a hand into the inner pocket of his jacket, producing the small red velvet box carefully tucked away within. It was placed in front of her without a word. Inside was a ruby teardrop pendant on a silver chain. He couldn't recall her ever wearing a necklace except for occasions where she would dress up. And the gem's color matched her eyes, so... Mako-enhanced hues rose to her face but still, the man said nothing (albeit he did offer a smile).

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[hisnewera]

"wow , nice trick . i'm sure you're a hit at parties ."

Oh, she was amusing. Rufus stared at the other for a moment, keeping a smirk on his face. His hand had a coin in it, and yet -- Seeing how well she has fought, personally he didn't mind a spar, but hand-to-hand was never his strong suit. Allowing the coin to go between his fingers, he couldn't help but shrug.

" I have many more tricks up my sleeves. Ones that I don't mind showing, others are a secret case. "

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[amcryllis]

@fearlessmonk.

"That was awesome!" Words she's picked up from Avalanche, but it fit so well nonetheless — the two of them, locked in battle, fighting side by side and damn near hand in hand at some points; it was moments like this that made leaving Midgar so worth it, and as the adrenaline began to abate and her breathing slowed she came out of it, just a bit, just enough to notice blood on Tifa's arm.

"Oh, you're hurt—" Aerith quickly hurried closer, taking her arm in her hand and looking over the wound. "S'it hurt? Want me to heal it for you?"

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[terraviium]

a tangled starter for @fearlessmonk . ❀ The moment that Hojo leaves for the morning, Aerith springs into work. 

Each day goes something a little like this. First off, she works and polishes and scrubs her surroundings until they shine. It’s a challenge Aerith sets herself, making everything as clean as possible on the smallest chance she might get an acknowledgement when he returns. There’s a break to make herself breakfast: two eggs cracked into a pan alongside a healthy slice of bread - and then more work, broom used to poke up into the rafters to dislodge any spiders seeking harbour. Aerith doesn’t even mind them herself, only doing so to avoid any complaints later. Better she guides them out now, than them being caught and squashed when Hojo returns home.

Next, comes her new dress. Through copious amounts of begging, she’s ended up with the material for her endeavour: red and beautiful, and still precariously within the planning stages, fabric pinned against the mannequin in the tower’s main circular room. Countless sheets of paper sit scattered with sketches laid across them, each more exploratory than the last. Aerith picks at the designs, loses herself until her stomach growls and beckons her towards lunch. A bowl of soup, this time, creamy mushroom that she’s painstakingly worked towards perfecting. Maybe it needs a little more salt. 

It’s right as she’s savouring the last few mouthfuls, eyes fixed in contemplation on the murals covering the tower walls, that her ears pick up noise outside.

It’s… not something she’s heard before. 

Metallic thuds, as if something is digging right into the tower walls. With a little further listening, she picks up grunting, too. And they keep getting closer. 

Everything Hojo has ever warned her about comes rushing back. Maybe her singing was too loud, maybe they caught her setting bed covers onto the balcony to dry: whatever it is, someone’s found her, and she can only start to imagine what they might want. With hurried movements, Aerith sets her bowl aside, searching desperately for where to hide, what to do. Her hands land on the handle of the frying pan, and gripping it desperately close, she shuffles herself backwards to hide behind her dress mannequin. 

Each breath comes in short pants, Aerith trapped with nothing to do but listen to her intruder come closer and closer. A thump sounds, them dropping right onto her floor – and then, with no warning, the shutters to the balcony slam shut. 

She’s shut in. Heart racing, she adjusts her hold on her defensive weapon. Fingers flexing, mind ticking on when to make her move. Footsteps sound, maybe getting closer, and Aerith’s shoulders tense with unsteady fear. She inhales, counts one, two, three–

And then comes out swinging, eyes scrunching shut as the metal pan makes a loud thud in contact with the other’s head.

Then… nothing.

Hesitant, she peeks open an eye. The first thing it lands on is dark hair, spread all across her floor. Clothing she’s never encountered, and… was it a girl?

She thinks it is.

For a moment, Aerith doesn’t know what to do. But this is still someone intruding her tower, someone that trapped her in with them – someone that could be planning to do her harm the second they wake up. Nodding to herself, Aerith gets to work. Pulling the girl into the centre of the room, she drags in a chair, and sets to binding her to it the best that she can. An interrogation could help her, right? Or at least, she can keep the mystery woman there until Hojo gets home, and he can take care of it. That sounds better.

Nodding again, Aerith continues to bind the woman up: thoughts a little more settled as she completes her work.

Everything will be fine. She just… has to wait for her to wake up.

#fearlessmonk #› ❀ 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❀ » ic . #i'm exciteddd

[saeculumaeterna]

@fearlessmonk

"Perhaps I can convince you to try one of my own designs then." The ageless spoke, settling himself into the seat next to her. "What brings you here madam?"

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[sacredflorist]

❛  you're managing this so much better than i ever could.  ❜

Empathetic Sentence Starters | Accepting | @fearlessmonk

There's sadness on Aerith's features at these words. She wishes Tifa could see herself the way the flower girl sees her. Tifa has inspired her so much since they met. She wishes she was as strong as her, actually. Aerith is strong, of course, but she always feels so vulnerable. But they have each other. They're surrounded by friends now. Aerith keeps telling herself how different things are now. She's not lonely.

"Stop this, Tifa. You're doing so well!" she assures, smiling gently as she takes her friend's hands within hers. "I'm here for you. You're here for me. That's what makes us stronger, both of us. Don't you think so ?"

#:3 #rp #fearlessmonk #v: listen to the cries of the planet

[murroyilodel]

Here she came once more; the long times where she'd come and go. Though, the one place Tifa always made a point to visit when she passed through. Ruby hues scanned the area, a soft smile always reaching her features when she saw the dancer. Lifting her arm, she waved, hoping to catch her attention amongst the crowd. "Hey, Esmerelda!"

FRIENDLY FACES BRIGHTEN any day, what more a true friend's? Lifting her arm in turn, Esmeralda waves back and gestures for Tifa to stay put, she will come over. Whistling for Djali to follow, Esmeralda crosses the square and gives Tifa the biggest hug.

"Each time you come, I always think of the adventures you have and the stories you can share. Then, I think of what little I can offer!"

#fearlessmonk #HOW ARE YOU #i have been SLOW #but i hope you are WELL #<3

[tsurugixbuster]

@fearlessmonk

It does not take long for the tenderness to dissipate into carnal lust. One hand holds the barmaid's arms above her head, while the other has forced her thighs apart. His other hand is stuffed eagerly in her panties. His calloused fingers toying vigorously with the slick, wet folds of her center.

"Fuck you're so wet."

The words are followed by several more illicit suggestions. Whispers in her ear from the SOLDIER. All an elaborate ploy to try and coax her into orgasming for him. He tells Tifa he cannot wait to taste her, inferring what is to come next after his teasing.

His words are drowned out in a sea of hard, passionate kisses afterward. His tongue teasing at the entrance of her mouth long enough to muffle out the sounds ushering from her lips.

#fearlessmonk #;nsfw #{/~the wages of sin~\} #It's late and everyone is asleep sooo #-slaps the dash with some smut writing-

[everyoneletsmosey]

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Her voice was weak, but her lips parted ever so slightly. Tifa knew when a wound was fatal; there was no lie to that. As she could feel the blood begin to pool, ruby hues flickered to the ex-SOLDIER. Her breaths were heavy and her tone kind. It wasn't often that Cloud would show any kind of care, but if it were the last words she'd hear, it was gladly accepted. "I don't think we have a choice this time," she managed between breaths. "This one got me pretty badly." Almost able to chuckle, she offered him her softest smile. "I don't want to go yet," she murmured, attempting to wipe the blood from her lips. "We're out of supplies, and I don't think I can walk anywhere. I think I'm just happy to share these last moments with you.."

Cloud shakes his head quickly, Mako-stained eyes squeeze shut for only a brief moment almost as if to hide the wave of emotion he feels overcoming him. "Don't say that." There's a hesitation in his action as he reaches out towards her with no real objective in mind, all he wants to do is help Tifa with no idea how. The amount of blood is startling, one would think an ex-SOLDIER has seen his fair share of bleeding, but Cloud feels sick to the stomach instead. "Materia?"

A Phoenix Down or Revive Materia would be preferable, given how grave her injuries are, but all Cloud has on him now is Restore. He holds the green Materia orb tightly in his gloved hand. "It might hurt." Might is being it kindly, it will hurt. Healing magic, while effective, always comes at a rather painful cost. It's the body's natural reaction to bending nature itself, he supposes.

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[hisreunion]

❛  don't ever do something like this again! i thought i'd lost you ... and i can't ever lose you.  ❜

LOVE CONFESSIONS

Tifa had her hands curled into fists and was gripping the front of his shirt like she feared he would vanish should she relinquish her hold. Cloud couldn't blame her for being afraid—he'd felt that same fear whenever she had gotten hurt in the past. He stood there and let her calm down, saying nothing. Listening as her panicked breaths regulated and feeling her hands gradually loosen... but she wasn't ready to let go of him just yet. She cradled his face in her hands and they stared at each other for several moments before she brought her forehead to his. One of his hands gently wrapped around her forearm. An affirming touch. Then he murmured, "... I'm sorry I scared you."

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