#ff7 cloud x reader

→ SUMMARY: cloud was never good with his words. a guy who appears to be cold towards others but since a few days he seems .. different towards you. its like something is burning on his tounge.

→ GENRE: fluff; awkward; innocent; confession; mutual feelings; golden retriver energy.

→ RATING: 13+

→ NOTE: i know this is something completely different from the things i normally write. normally i only write about jungkook and taehyung but since FF7 came out .. i found my love for Cloud again. So i decided to write a pov about him. maybe more will follow on the future. also please keep in mind that english isnt my mother tounge, thanks. IMPORTANT; The city mentioned never appeared in the games. its my own interpretation! also my gaming povs mostly never matches with the games.

♡.°₊ˎ SONG FOR THIS ONESHOT

your hands were sweaty as you were sitting outside in front of the old house. it wasnt something fancy, just an old block house deep inside the woods which served as some kind of shelter for your little group. The cold evening air blew a few strands of hair into your face. It would be a while before he would come outside to join you. for a short moment you regretted volunteering for this sort of misson, not that it would be difficult. this wasnt the reason why you suddenly became so nervous. You looked up at the darkening sky with your lips pressed together. A few small stars could be seen here and there, so it was a perfect evening to search for a flower which only blooms once a month on a full moon night. The fabric of your light blue dress began to rustle as you moved back and forth on the tree trunk. its been 20 minutes already, what took him that long? you wiped your sweaty hands on your dress once again. If this continues you would have to go back inside to change again. surely tifa would raise an eyebrow, probably asking herself if that was some kind of sheme from you. making sure that "he" will really come with you. he trusted you, so you trusted him, naturally. but still, you were nervous. This would be the first time in months that you've done something alone together. The others accompanied you on every other mission. You loved your friends but sometimes you wished you had more time alone with him. from behind the old wooden door finally opened but you were too nervous to turn around to face him yet.

"are you ready?" his voice was gentle in your ear which why you finally turned around.

the second you did, you cursed yourself for not preparing a bit longer. the man in front of you was none other than Cloud Strife, your best friend, your companion and the men you had a crush on for so many months now. cloud had always been beautiful in your eyes but tonight he looked completely different. his armor was gone, so he only wore his dark turtleneck tank top, matched with a pair of dark pants. your eyes traveled down on his arms as you noticed that he also werent wearing the gloves which he was normally wearing. compared to him you looked like always. even his blonde styled hair looked a bit messy underneath the rising moonlight.

"whats wrong? did you saw a ghost?" raising one of his eyebrows, cloud crossed his arms in front of his chest. "i- uh no! you just look so different ..." "dont be silly and come ..."

without another word he finally started walking ahead. cloud never talked much, not even with you so it wasnt suprising that he didnt paid much attention to your remark. slowly you started to follow him into the woods. the both of you only heard rumours about this special flower. apparently it glows in the dark whenever moonlight hits one of its petals. beside that it didnt had any powers but tifa really wanted to plant one on her garden. at first you thought you could go alone but the second cloud heard that you were going outside at night, alone, he decided to tag along.

fidgeting with your fingers all you could see was his back in front of you. cloud even left his buster sword at home. looking down at his bare hand a slight glimmer of red crawled up your cheeks. there was only one time were you held hands with him and this only happened because of a small accident. it happened on one of the many Shinra ships. cloud was busy fighting off some of the soldiers while you were busy cracking the code to the main gate. It wasn't a difficult task as long as cloud could distract the others, but one soldier didn't seem to fall for it. suddenly someone grabbed your shoulder and pushed you backwards. you landed roughly against the nearest wall. Of course, cloud noticed this and immediately rushed to your side. he grabbed your hand to pull you behind him. the whole time he protected you, he never let go of your hand. so that was the closest you ever got to holding his hand with him. beside that nothing romantic ever happened between the two of you. after a while you came to the conclusion that cloud, probably, doesnt like you like this. in the beginning this perception was hard and you were heartbroken for days. maybe it was too much to ask for, considering how clumsy cloud is and that he doesnt really talk about his feelings.

"everything okay?" you nearly bumped against his chest, not noticing that cloud has stopped in his steps. were you sighing again? did he heard it? you could feel how your cheeks grew hotter with every passing second. in a fast motion you shook your head as cloud took a step into your direction. "are you sure? you were sighing pretty loudly. are you already tired? If yes .. dont worry we are nearly there"

you wanted to answer something but cloud turned around again. expecting to take up his pace you took a step forward but in the next moment something warm slipped into your hand. suprised your eyes darted downward and at the same time your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. cloud held your hand, he really held your hand. slowly your fingers closed around his palm. Whenever you pictured this day in your head, you never imagined that his hand would be so soft. it was like you were holding a fluffy cloud in your palm, carefully not to crush it.

with a slow motion cloud slowly started to walk again. like usual he didnt addressed the thing he just did and you were fine with it. by now you were too busy to calm down your pounding heart inside your chest. slowly cloud pulled you between some green bushes into a clearing. you could imagine that in this meadow many beautiful flowers were blooming, since its been night most of them were sleeping peacefully. As your eyes scanned the meadow, they stopped in a certain place. You immediately let go of cloud hand just so you could run to that spot.

"hey Y/N! whats wrong?" his voice rang in your ear but your eyes didnt left the spot. this was it, this wasnt a dream right?

suddenly you came to a halt and kneeled down on the ground. right in front of you were the glowing flower. it was so beautiful that you didnt even noticed how cloud kneeled down on the ground right beside you.

"its beautiful isnt it ...?" you asked him as your fingertips brushed over the delicate petals "yes ... more than beautiful" "say cloud how should we-"

the moment you turned your head into his direction you noticed that he was looking at you. cloud's face was so close and yet so far at the same time. from this distance you could clearly see his eyes which looked so beautiful to you. some other people were scared of him because of the Mako in them but for you, it was something totally normal. the glow from the flower was illuminating his face and for the first time you were able to see a slightly red shimmer on his cheeks. was he blushing? slowly you lift your hand up just to make sure youre not dreaming. mid air cloud catched your wrist with his own hand just to place it against his cheeks. at the same time your eyes widen feeling his soft warm skin at the back of your hand. what was wrong with him all of a sudden? why was he so affectionate?

"im sorry. i lied to you Y/N" "w-what do you mean ... ?" "tifa didnt wanted that flower. i just ... wanted to show you something beautiful ... and i thought such a flower would be the perfect thing you would enjoy"

you could see the hurt in his eyes, probably thinking you would be mad at him now. shaking your head you turned your hand inside of his palm into an direction so you were able to cup his cheek. how could you have been so blind? yes cloud never talked about his feelings but he always made sure to show them. especially around you he was always considerate, making sure that you felt comfortable on all their journeys.

a small smile appeared on your face "im not mad. thank you for showing me something so .. beautiful cloud."

the moment you pulled away from him to get up again, cloud squeezed your hand more tightly. in the next second your cheek was met with his chest, the soft fabric of his turtleneck shirt carressing your skin.

"cloud ...?" "Y/N I ..."

it was clear to you that he was struggling to find the right words. with a smile on your face you slowly lifted your head up, the red on his cheeks grew heavier with every second he kept looking at you. anxiety crawled up inside of you as his grip loosens around your body, what if he changed his opinion about you? a nervous chuckle escaped your mouth as you wanted to turn your head away but clouds hand on your cheek forced you to look back. there wasnt much time to contemplate what to say because in the next moment his warm lips met yours. at once your whole body felt like jelly as it immediately relaxed inside of his arms. it wasnt a passionate kiss he shared with you, it was a soft and careful kiss. clouds heartbeat hammered against your chest, it was so strong and loud that you could hear and feel it. as you wrapped both of your arms around his body to kiss him back, he slowly broke the kiss. clouds lips were still hovering above yours, just millimeters away. it was a sweet distraction from the words he finally managed to say;

"I love you, YN"

Well, I don't normally write for Cloud nor do I do love triangles, but I'll make an exception and a few adjustments in this case. Hope you enjoy!

Note: This is NOT polyamoury in any way, simply headcannons regarding how these characters would protect the Reader individually.

Protective!Sephiroth + Protective!Cloud x Reader headcannons

♡ Sephiroth ♡

-Sephiroth is extremely possessive over you, questioning and doubting nearly anything you do.

-It's borderline toxic, but at least he has the decency to be polite about it.

-Yes, he's very nosy about your activities, but he asks his questions nicely, even if his tone and choice of words could use some work.

-Gets very jealous over anyone that dares to lay their unworthy eyes upon his precious, and yes, that does go for children and small dogs.

-Eventually he gets fed up with other people "oogling" you and either locks you up in his home or moves in with you so as to be able to monitor you better.

-He'll keep you well away from any danger, too. You're crossing a busy street? Hold his hand, tightly, and stick close to his side, he'll use his wing to shield you from traffic. Going near a hot stove? He'll be standing at attention, ready to put out the fire that he's sure will arise.

-Won't even let you set foot outside the house when it's raining because he just knows a storm is approaching, and to have you outside is folly.

-Despite all his attempts to keep you safe, Sephiroth's the one most likely to kill you since he strangles you with hugs in his sleep.

○ Cloud ○

-Cloud's just an inch away from becoming a yandere; that's how obsessed he is with protecting you.

-Very, very mean to everyone you know, including your closest friends and family.

-He does this in the hopes of shooing them away so they don't pose any more threats to you.

-Likes to situate himself between you and any person you happen to be talking to. The dork thinks this will establish dominance but really it just makes him look like an upset kitten.

-While he does work hard to keep injuries, heartbreak, and illnesses at bay, Cloud can sometimes push you away, harshly.

-It's not that he's trying to be mean; the man's lost so many people close to him in his life, he doesn't want to lose another.

-With some work, you can get him to calm down and accept that he's stuck with you for life, but if you do, he'll just double his efforts to protect you.

You were cleaning up the bar with Tifa when she asked if you were coming to the party.

“Well it depends, what are we gonna do?” You asked the black haired female, gathering the glass cups that were left out on the tables and putting them in the sink. Tifa sat down on a chair that was placed in front of the bar counter, watching you closely as you washed the cups and dried them to place them in the cupboards.

“We’re gonna play spin the bottle!  Aerith, Zack, Jessie, Biggs, and Cloud are gonna be there. Come on, it’ll be fun!” Tifa replied in excitement.

‘Wait, you got Cloud to actually join?” You laughed at the fact that the blond would do something like play a game of spin the bottle, but it made you smile nonetheless. 

“Aerith did, actually. She said that if he didn’t come she would hit him with a chair.” Yep, sounds like Aerith. 

“I’ll come then, to make sure Jessie doesn’t do anything fucking stupid,” you told her, heading towards the doors of Seventh Heaven and walking out into the streets of Sector 7. You had to get ready, so you headed home.

*At the party*

You walked into the bar, looking around to see that everyone except Cloud was here. Must be late. Walking towards to were Aerith and Zack stood, you tapped on Zacks shoulder to get his attention. He was one Clouds best friends, so maybe he knew where the blond was. Zack turned around to look at you and smiled. 

“Hey y/n! What’s up!” The raven haired male asked you, Aerith waving at you from over his shoulder. Waving back at the brunette, you asked Zack if he knew where Cloud was, and only got confused when the taller male held up three fingers, putting two down. Putting down the last finger, you heard the doors to the bar open and looked to see that Cloud finally arrived.

The blond was wearing a white shirt that was accompanied by a leather jacket, plain black jeans, and his usual combat boots. You stared at him, and caught the male staring back at you. Waving at Cloud, you saw Jessie stand up on the table near you, holding up an empty glass and pointing at the others.

“Alright everyone, it’s time to play spin the bottle!” Everyone shouted in excitement, mostly Zack, and gathered around the bottle that the female had placed on the floor. Sitting down next to Aerith, you saw that her and Tifa were giggling as they stared at you and Cloud. Confused, you ignored it and watched as Biggs spun the bottle first, landing on Jessie that sat across from him, and laughed when he groaned in defeat.

“Too late to quit?” Biggs asked Tifa, which she shook her head in response. Groaning, Biggs leaned across to give Jessie a quick peck on the lips before retreating. Next was Clouds turn to spin.

You watched as Cloud spun the bottle and stared when it landed on you. Looking up to stare at Cloud, you watched the blonde stand up and make his way towards you and hold out his hand to you. Grabbing clouds hand, you stood up as well and yelped when Cloud cupped your face and kissed your lips softly. 

Surprised from what just happened, you let a small frown appear on your face when the blonde pulled away. Snapping out of your daze, you tugged the taller male down for another kiss, relaxing when he kissed back.

“Go out with me?” Cloud asked softly when he pulled away again, and in  response you nodded your head. 

“Tifa, I think the mission was a succses.” Turning away from Cloud, you noticed that Aerith and Tifa gave eachother a high five and looked to smile at you and Cloud.

“You were behind this!?” You asked them.

“Hell yeah!”

Hey there! Nope, haven’t done something like this before, so here you go, dear anon. :) I apologize that it’s a bit shorter than some of my other posts but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless.

Cloud Strife x reader – him being the shy one in the relationship (HCs)

When you first noticed that Cloud is actually quite shy, at least when it comes to your relationship, you found it both incredibly sweet and funny at the same time, especially since he often acts like he’s the toughest guy on earth, so you never expected him to be insecure or shy about anything.

For example, Cloud rarely initiates kisses himself. It’s not that he doesn’t like to kiss you; it’s more the fact that he’s not really used to initiating any kind of intimacy, so he’s a bit hesitant about that. Of course he would never admit it but you know him well enough to know exactly what’s going on.

He doesn’t like when people make fun of him because of his insecurities (which is why he usually tries everything to hide them) but when it comes to you he actually doesn’t mind it too much. He knows that you aren’t trying to mock him in any way, you’re just teasing him in a playful manner to get him out of his shell.

One thing you will definitely notice is how he always avoids your gaze when you start teasing him. Sometimes he even turns his head away because he doesn’t want you to see that he’s blushing (even though you probably noticed it already). He tries to find a quick-witted answer to your comments but most of the time he can’t come up with something which is why he usually remains silent and doesn’t answer at all.

Cloud x Reader Ch 16

Masterlist

Aftermath of the fall and intro to the Gongaga Region

No spoilers for Rebirth but does include part of an og seen with the Turks outside Gongaga.

**all fixed**

~*~

Pain was all you could feel as you started to come back to yourself. Your head, especially, felt like an egg in a microwave. The kind that felt like a hot fire poker piercing through your eye. It demanded every bit of clarity you weakly muster. Eventually it began to subside as your senses kicked in and you grew more aware of your surroundings. The floor was cold and hard against your skin, the smell of smoke and pine clung to your nose, the gentle crackling of a fire, and the faint echo of wildlife in the in the background. Where are you?

Fear coiled in your stomach as you heard the shuffling of feet against the ground. Try as you might you couldn't get you body to respond. You were caught in a semi state of paralysis, and any chance of defending yourself were nonexistent. Your breathing picked up, lungs heaving beneath your ribs, and heart pounding far too quickly to be safe. “Hey.” The voice said the sound calm, cool, and soothing. The footsteps padded closer and you could feel the shift of air as they sat near your head. “You’re okay. I got you.” He said as fingers tangled in the mess of your hair stroking softly to lull you into security. Cloud.

It could've minutes or hours, you don’t know, but his fingers never stopped stroking through your hair scratching at the scalp every so often. At some point you heard him mumble something to himself and you hooked onto the sound of his voice. You fought tooth and nail to collect enough of yourself to slowly peel your eyes open. The light from the fire caused your vision to swim and your stomach to churn but it too faded as you grew accustomed to the light.

Your groan made him falter his fingers going lax in your hair. He was leaning over you now his face set in that permanent scowl you've come to love. His brows pressed tight enough together that you could put a gil between them and it would stay. If you had better control of yourself you'd smooth the wrinkles away, but that would have to wait. He looked paler with bags deep under his eyes. Whatever had happened to land you here had taken its' toll on him. Though dark in color his eyes did hold a sense of warmth and relief as clear as day sparkled in them now that you had stirred. The front of his hair hangs partially over his face, and as he stared into your eyes his frown seemed to wipe away. His fingers returned to play with your hair and all was right, if only for a moment. That’s when you noticed the lack of material covering his torso. Either you were hallucinating or this is one of the weirdest returns to reality you’ve had to date. It was hard to care which one, however, when those firm godlike muscles were in clear sight. You swallowed thick and dry, your voice sounding rough to your own ears. “Why are you shirtless?”

The corners of his lips twitched up and stayed. The sight was so rewarding, you were starting to be okay with whatever dire situation you were in.

“It’s under your head.” Huh. That’s sweet. The sentiment made your heart twist in the best of ways. His complete disregard for himself to care for you made tears prick in the edges of your lashes. No one had ever cared for you like this, and it was nice to have someone who wanted to be here when you couldn't offer anything in return. Maybe it was silly to be emotional over it considering you weren't out of the woods yet. “Where are we?” You whispered, afraid that if you spoke to loud the pretty pink bubble around you would pop and the tears would fall.

“A cave. Figured it’d be safe for the night.”

“Right…”

“What were you doing out there?” His voice was low, but stern. You tried to feel guilty that you had caused this extra burden he had chosen to bare, but whatever you did it had landed you here.

What were you doing? You looked to the fire watching as the light flickered about the cave walls casting tiny images than danced against the stone. It was starting to burn low, so he had to have started it a few hours ago. Long enough for him to stew on your probably idiotic endeavor.

You were sad, that much you knew. They'd all seen you cry and you felt ashamed that you had allowed them to see it. The pain, the anger, the grief. You remember that you needed time to get away for awhile to look at the moon and spill your secrets to her so you could put the piece of yourself back together, but everything was fuzzy after that. Everything had grown eerily quiet, and then…

The Tonberry King. You sat straight up, like a chocobo out of a chute, and instantly regretted the motion as your head fogged out and your stomach revolted. Cloud’s hand came up to rub small circles into your skin as you dry heaved. Everything blurred again and you started seeing double for a few seconds then when you calmed Cloud helped lean you against the wall for support. “The others?” you croaked.

“They took care of it. Barret called.” You must’ve looked confused cause he pulled the same electronic out of his pocket they’d received earlier that day and shook the device to jog your memory.

“Who knew they’d come in handy.” You quipped through gritted teeth. You focused on you breathing allowing yourself to just feel the places that your body had been beaten. Your knee in particular felt like it'd been hammered down to angry nerves and torn tissue. You opened one eyes and sucked a breath your nostrils. It was better and worse than you thought. The joint was clearly out of socket, possibly fractured, but swollen to the size of Barret’s bicep. The whole area was covered in splotches of blue, purple, and red, but at least it was there.

“I didn’t want to wake you, so I left it. ‘M sorry.” He said with averted eyes and his hand scratching at his nape.

“That you knocked us over the cliff or that the cliff beat me up?” You winced as you shifted.

“Both, now shut up. I have to pop it back in.”

“Don’t worry about it. Give me your shirt and I can do it myself.”

“I said shut up.”

You rolled your eyes and sank your teeth into your bottom lip to stop any further remarks as he shifted awkwardly across the hard ground until he hovered over your injured leg. He leaned forward gradually inching closer until his face was close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. He smelled of the rainforest, sweat, and underlying notes of leather. Was he always this confident? You talked big for someone who's desperately afraid of vulnerability. You could flirt hands down. Teasing, even better. Seduce someone? Not a problem. Giving into feelings? It was like you had to fight against your instincts. Falling in love was an ordinary thing, and yet you were fighting tooth in nail to let it happen. You never thought you'd have this.

Your breath caught in your throat as his nose brushed so lightly against yours. Butterflies took flight on wing of cotton candy pinks, and baby blues the moment his lips melted against you. You offered yourself up on parted lips waiting for the moment his tongue swept in and took every inch for himself. Those three heavy words were stuck in the back of your throat begging for you to give them a physical form as the taste of him burst on your tongue until you separated with a sharp cry as he popped your knee back in place.

You took a shuddering intake of hair, your blissed brain trying to wrap around every sensation to have fleeted through you in the last two minutes. It hurt. Despite intimate familiarity with pain, this time around you seemed to be present in its cruel sting instead of detaching and living parallel to it, but it too shall pass. “That helped. Thanks.” He kissed your cheek, just a small peck, before he withdrew from your space and settled on his haunches his ears glowing a pretty pink from his moment of boldness. You cleared your throat, and blinked your eyes your hand moving out to offer the black shirt. “Now put your shirt back on. You’re distracting.”

He puffed out an amused chuckle before sliding the material back over chest before shifting to tend to the fire he had built behind him.

“You wouldn’t happen to have an orb of healing, would you? Aerith snagged mine to age it up for me.”

“I was hoping you had one.”

“Damn.” You mumbled under your breath. You swept your eyes over the cavern looking to see if Cloud had recovered any of your equipment from the fall. At this point anything would be a blessing. Cloud never carried much, just his sword, whatever materia he had customized onto the blade, and a potion or two for emergencies. You, on the other hand, always had a few tricks up your sleeve but the events of the day made you sloppy. Your sword was left behind, sitting in your tent you had planned to return too. A bad judgement call on your part. So the only weapons you had were a couple of knives hidden in your boots. Your pack laid across the room in an unkept pile but hopefully everything inside was intact. “Can you hand me my bag? I have a couple potions, I think.” You gave a quiet thanks after he tossed it to you afterwards turning to tend the fire. You rifled through it the moment it was in your hands. “Potions, fiend deterrent, a couple poisons…. Oh, and chocobo treats.” You finished with a smile.

“Great. Those’ll be handy when we’re ambushed.” He chided as he walked around the fire.

“Shut up.” You scoffed your faux annoyance betrayed by the gentle smile growing on your face. “Here.” You held a small vile out to him. “Sprinkle it at the mouth. Should keep the fiends out for the night.”

“You should get more sleep.” He said as he swiped the vial from your hand moving to do as he was told. You could tell he was also hurting by the way he was favoring his left side. You wouldn’t ask knowing he'd deny it, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d taken the brunt of the fall again. It was almost annoying how you kept finding yourself in situations that you needed to be saved. It was embarrassing this time though you just felt guilty. If you had been paying attention he wouldn't be hurt.

Your time seemed to be up for the day. Blackness ringed around you eyesight and eyelids feeling heavy. You'd pushed yourself too far today and now the exhaustion demanded to be paid. The potion bottle in your hand opened with a loud pop before you brought it to your lips and chugged the contents the bitter taste lingering on your tongue as it slid down your throat. “Come, be my pillow.”

“I’ll keep watch.” Yet he stumbled over to you all the same.

“Don’t be stupid.” You mumbled through a yawn. He slid down next to you, sword propped up against the wall. “My deterrent is top notch…” Your head sagged over onto his shoulder. “Plus, we’re both light sleepers. You need sleep too.” You finished already half way to dream world.

He guided you down to his lap where you nuzzled into his thighs. One of his hands return to your head to run through it like it was a reflex. You were gone before he could even say goodnight.

Cloud couldn’t, wouldn’t, look away from you. He felt like he’s failed you today, and he genuinely thought, for just a second, he had lost you.

Your tear-stained face haunted thoughts while he whittled away time hoping you would wake up. Anger and grief had possessed you throwing caution to the wind and charged in with no regards to your own safety. You killed without hesitation something he was unprepared for since you’ve always aimed to debilitate unless absolutely necessary. The girls dragged him aside as you walked away from camp expressing their concern about the change in your nature in hushed whispers like nosy gossipers. They were scared, like they were with him sometimes, but he only fell for you more.

He’s had several glimpses into your dark side. Moments here and there when your mood started to sour and your eyes darkened. Your snarky quips would disappear only to be replaced with an air of hostility. You'd withdraw rather than deflect with a joke. It happened at that chocobo ranch when he had overhead you threaten the owner, and a night in lower Junon when you felt like a shadow of your usual self. When you spoke to Aerith about your mother when you let him rest on your lap, and tidbits from a group of jockeys that heard you had returned.

He wasn’t scared, never could be. In fact, you astonished him. You made the darkness feel lighter even when you were in the thick of it.

Now you lay asleep on his lap nuzzling into his thighs like he was the best pillow on Gaia, and his heart is at ease for the first time today. You were here, in his arms, look more peaceful than he's seen as of late. And he'll pray to whatever ill begotten deity out there that he could stay with you, just like this, until whatever end his path would bring.

He had no intention of sleeping that night, but by the warmth of the flames and you heart beating a comfortable rhythm underneath his palm sleep slowly whisked him away to join you in dreamland.

~*~

The morning brought a cacophony of the Gongaga region symphony. Water falling down cliffs setting a beautifully beat for the out of tune birds squawking away, croaking of giant toads creating a harmony that made way for the solo of the bazillion insects buzzing, and the most notable melody made from the hearty roars of whatever fiends lie out to wait for their next meal. You woke up with a groan, loud and pissed. Everything hurt and the sunlight filtering into the cavern beamed angrily against your corneas like it had a personal vendetta against you.

“Morning.” You shifted in Cloud’s lap so you could see him more clearly choosing to focus on him instead of your murderous wrath for the great outdoors. It must have been early still for the golden rays to paint Cloud in the most breathtaking glow. The back of his hair was a bit flat, and his eyes shone a brilliant blue in such a lovesick way that you could feel your pulse in the hollow of your throat.

“I like waking up to you.” You said as you reached up to trace along his jaw. Morning time really did paint him in the best of lights.

“We should get moving soon.” He whispered against your fingertips as he kissed the tops of them.

“Five more minutes?” His laughter was your reward, and gods you loved the sound so much it hurt. You pulled him down by the collar of his shirt to meet his lips halfway with your own. It was light and airy, chaste but packed full of your unsaid feelings before parting. “Alright. Time to see the damage.” You moved against him, his hands guiding you up with a hand on your back, until you were in an upright position and then cautiously bent your knee. You sucked in a breath between clenched teeth the pain still very evident in the stiff joint. You cursed letting your head falling back on the rocky wall.

“Can you walk?” He asked.

You puffed out the breath you were holding. “I'll manage.” You did your best to be convincing. Using the wall for support you rose to both feet. It was nearly unbearable, at first. It subsided a little, but it was clear that without some medicinal help you'd be basically useless. “I’ve survived worse.” And you have though a lot of those encounters you just got lucky.

You limped around the cave picking up all your belongings that Cloud had collected yesterday snapping and fastening every piece to the correct spot on your body. Before fastening your satchel back into its place along your on your back you reached into for the last potion and a stimulate. Originally you’d made these ‘treats’ for chocobos that we injured during a race when the rider refused to withdraw them from the next half, then you used it on birds that required lengthy surgical recoveries, but it was more than capable of muting the pain in your leg long enough to make it to the village.

“What’s that?” You spun around to find him in the same spot watching you for any hints of distress.

You looked at the medicine in the palm of your hand before letting him get a good look at it. “A pain blocker, essentially. I'll slow us down to much without it, and before you start,” you held out a finger to shush him before he could say anything, “you’re good, absolutely fantastic in combat, there’s no denying it but we’re not equipped well enough for you to defend me the entire time.” You bit into the bitter substance, only chewing until you could swallow it and drained the potion to kill the taste on your tongue. “The sooner we make it to the village, the sooner I can fix this leg.”

"Let's get this over with."

~*~

Listen, if you have ever expressed your hatred for any other region in Gaia it had been a lie. The jungle was the worst area. Ever. Period. It was hot, sweaty, and difficult to navigate even with a good leg and an experienced chocobo. The pathways were known for deceiving travelers on winding trails that could easily come to a dead end leaving you to choose to push forward or double back. The fiends seem to be hopped up on mako even though the blown reactor was a great deal of miles away, and Gongaga, bless their hearts, was in the center of it all. Your hair stuck to your skin, damp clothes rubbed against you wrong, and the bugs- the fucking bugs- buzzed around you waiting for the perfect opportunity to eat you up like your blood was the nectar of the gods.

The only enjoyable part of this stupid journey was the company. Cloud is not much of a talker, that much you new from the start, but he liked talking to you. You didn't press general chit chat just to lessen the silence. In fact, you made the quiet between you comfortable and without expecting anything from him. That said you also made conversing easy. He didn't have to overthink it with you. You read off your texts from the girls spamming your new phone conveying their fears and relief for your safety, and Aerith sending teasing texts about the two of you being alone together. Just like he shared the texts he got that chastised him for being so rash on the cliff last night. Talking to you felt natural.

“So, other than piano, what other unexpected skills or hobbies are you hiding?” You asked as you carefully climbed over an unearthed tree root snaking up into a thick trunk.

“Card games.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, yes, Queens Blood. What else?”

“I can snowboard.” He offered.

“Huh. I would not have guessed that.”

“And darts.”

“That doesn’t count. You have super special soldier powers.”

“Fixing things, I guess. Always liked working on motorcycle engines.”

You hummed in approval. “That’s handy. What I would give for a ride right now.”

He shot you a quick glimpse out of the corner of his eye trying to judge if you were making some type of innuendo. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m a jack of all trades." You grinned. "I cook; I can sew. I am insanely good at hunting.” You paused the wicked gears in your head turning and a mirthful grin plastering on your face. “Oh, and I’m a phenomenal masseuse.”

He ignored your teasing, fully aware of your skills from the few seconds you teased him near Costa del Sol. “Doesn’t count. Something you enjoy.”

“Making medicinal things. It started as a necessity and turned into a hobby. I love to read, but it's hard to find the time. Oh! And arcade games! I had a lot of spare time my first year at the saucer.”

“Well, if we ever catch a break maybe we could play. If we ever go back.”

“Cloud Strife, are you asking me on a date?” You said with a radiant smile that could rival the heavens, in his opinion.

“Yeah.”

~*~

You wiggled the hilt of the knife back and forth trying to pull it free from the trunk you’d killed a fiend on and wiped the remnants of gore on your thigh before tucking it back into your boot. You’d planned to offer some trash talk or gloat that you were still in the lead of your little competition but the second you turned around Cloud was pushing you against the trunk and his lips pressed to the to your ear. “Shh. Turks.”

You took his word for it, not that you could check even if you wanted to. Nonetheless, you strained your ears to listen for any stray bits of conversation.

“Hey, Rude. Who do you like?” Oh gods no. It’s Reno. Out of all the Turks you could possibly run into why him? You could feel a flush rising to your cheeks as you recalled what happened the time before, and the fact that Cloud had been outside the window to see it all made this moment mortifying. You wanted the ground to split up to swallow you whole. “What’re you getting so embarrassed about? Come on! Who do you like?”

“Tifa.” The stoic man said so low you’d barely heard it. Your mouth dropped open in surprise and hand fisting in Cloud’s shirt to make sure he had just heard what you did.

The red head clicked his tongue. “That is a hard one. But, poor Elena. She… well you y’know…” He trailed off.

“No. She likes Tseng.”

“Get outta here.” You could practically hear the cat-like grin in his voice. “But Tseng loves that ancient…” Aerith. You had gotten that impression when you’d briefly met him, and the other Turks in the mines right at the beginning of your journey. Oh, how far you’d come.

“What about you?” This ought to be good.

“I got that girl on my mind lately. The one from Junon. She was so hot.”

Cloud went rigid against you. His hands that had held you against the tree pressed harder into your skin his hands sliding farther up your skin as he glared down at your face, eyes darker than he’s ever looked at you before. The shit coming out of Reno’s mouth had Cloud smoldering with murderous intent jaw clenched tight enough you feared for the integrity of his teeth as they ground together, the air charging like the ozone before a crack of lightning splits against the sky, the only thing keeping him against you was your eyes staring back into his own.

You knew the moment the words ‘fuckable mouth’ left the filthy redhead’s mouth that Cloud’s resolve cracked, your hands flying up to twist into his shirt as his hand swung over his shoulder for his sword. You mouthed a ‘please’ his eyes lowering to your mouth tracking the way you bit nervously into your plump bottom lip. “We can’t take them. Not like this.” You whispered.

Cloud scoffed his hands yanking away clearly enraged at your request. “Fine." He spat, hands returning only to spin you around and press you against the tree, your face scraping against the bark with your heart in your throat. The contrast of his treatment of you had guilt crawling down your throat. Logically you knew this was right. That the two of you couldn’t fight both of them off with you in this state but he was clearly upset that you hadn’t let him redeem your honor. “Then keep watch.”

“Are you mad?” You frantic whispers turned to gasps as he grinded his hard against your backside. Jealousy? One hand slipped across your throat to keep your head directed at the Turks in front of you while his hips took over his hold on you against the tree, grinding his weight rhythmically to temper the flames simmering in his belly. His other hand moved with purpose over the front of you till it reached one mound, his hand roughly squeezing over the flesh that fit in his palm. He grunted his approval against your skin as he drug the length of his nose up your neck, breathing in the scent of you before nipping the flesh right under your lobe, his warm breath causing a shudder to rip down your spine settling in your toes.

“Did you like it?” He rasped against the shell of your ear. He couldn’t possibly be insecure could he? Though, he did want you to reassure him just two nights prior, the word mine returning with crystal clarity.

"Of course not.” You snarked your words nearly dying on your tongue as he pinched your nipple between two fingers before abandoning your chest in favor of slowly sliding down your ribs, over the trained muscles of your stomach, and settling on the waistband of your pants, his intentions now very clear in your mind. You should stop him. This wasn’t the time or place no matter how much your drooling cunt dripped down your thighs. “Cloud, le-"

“That’s not what it looked like.” You cursed as he drove his knee up between your legs to make more room, your body arching involuntarily like he could command it by thoughts alone. His anger was comical considering he had your body trained to succumb to his affections even before your head admitted what your heart tried to deny for so long. You sucked in a sharp breath through parted lips as he bit down on your neck tongue smoothing over the sting.

“I saw you.” You choked, the throb between your legs too desperate to be touched to care if you were caught like this. You’d wanted him then as he watched the scene unfold from the window, but it was nothing compared to this. Your blood ran hot, your skin craved his touch, your eyes were on the two men retreating farther down the path, but you really only saw the recalled memory of Cloud's face darkening as he spied through the window. “I wanted it to be you. I saw you- oh! Through the glass-” You gasped as he pulled the clasp of your jeans open, "I pretend I was touching you." His fingers slipped under the fabric, fingertips brushing lightly over your skin making your knees buckle your weight falling on the knee keeping you firmly in place.

He clicked his tongue. "Always running that smart ass mouth." The hand on your neck moved upward before he traced the seam of your lips with his thumb, your tongue poking out to taste it before sucking into your mouth. "That's better." He cooed as his other fingers finally dipped into the molten heat between your thighs your muffled moan almost enough to send him over the edge. “Better be quiet. Unless you want him to see me break you apart on my fingers.” He ran them up and down your slit collecting some wetness from your opening before circling your bundle of nerves, purposely avoiding giving you want you wanted. “You’re so wet ‘f me.”

Spit dripped down his thumb, your breath coming out in hushed puffs, your restrained moans enough to light his blood in flames. He withdrew his hand from your face and reached down to whip his dick from his pants gripping it at the base to smack the angry tip against your clothed ass, cursing at the barriers of clothing separating his skin from yours. His name crackled in his ears from the sheer desperation you were pleading with, and his body jerked forward knowing it was your name on his lips instead of that egotistical hothead.

His index finger finally pressed on down on your clit and heaven’s sake you seen stars, all the buildup pushing you so close to the edge and he’s barely touched you. He groaned as he grinded against you, your body rocking back to create a delicious friction. “Just me, okay?” He mumbled as he got lost in his obsession with you. “Only look at me.”

“Promise!” You keened as he slipped a finger into you, then another, his thumb still flicking over your clit. You willed the two men to walk faster as they neared the edge where they’d finally disappear into the background, the last bits of their conversation dying on deaf ears as the tightness in your belly coiled tighter with each stretch of his fingers. You felt him push the waistband of your pants down over the swell of your hips followed by his leaking tip slipping up between ass cheeks, the pre smearing against your feverish skin. The guttural groan he released into your ear sent you higher, the evidence of your desire now running down your thighs.

“’M almost there.” He slurred his head falling to your shoulder blade to watch how his cock slid against your skin.

“They’re… oh… they’re gone.”

“Need y' to come.” Your body was on fire, sparks igniting over the places connected to his, the tension in your core building to pleasure you’ve only ever experienced with him, your high so close you could nearly taste it. His words fueled you. His groans in your ear only confirming he felt as good as you. “Wanna feel it on my hand.”

You came with a cry, broken pieces of his name falling out in babbled nonsense, before his hand clamped around your jaw to turn your mouth to meet his, swallowing your cry in case the Turks were still in ear shot. You shook against him, his hand between your legs continuing to rub lazy circles into you, not caring that you were gasping through the overstimulation. His fingers only withdrew to pull your thigh up and around the tree taking your full weight onto the arm around your waist so he could press the head of him into you. You dug your nails into the bark to ground yourself from the fullness of him.

"Sorry." He grits through his teeth your tight ring of muscle like a vice sucking him in despite the aftershocks still ripping through you. "Had to, shit, had to feel you." He hadn’t planned to be inside you at all. He had been content just to reach his end against you but the temptation to be wrapped in you to feel your warm gummy walls pulse around him was far too enticing to resist. Your hands fell to claw into any piece of him you could reach, your breath rising in a pitch he hasn’t heard before, and your head falling onto his clavicle as you spasmed around the stretch of him.

Each thrust grew harder than the last as he mindlessly chased after his own orgasm, battling a war in his head whether or not he should spill into you. Everyone would know who you belonged with if his seed took hold. The band in his stomach tightened, thrusts growing sloppy, slurred babbles of how good you feel spilling against your skin. "Fuck, please. I- Cloud!" you stuttered against him body tightening around him once more, your toes curling in your boots as a second climax ripped through you before you could even tell you were close, and that was his undoing. He couldn’t stop himself. He should pull out. He knew it, but he didn’t want to. He wanted his cum buried so far into you that you could never be parted.

His hips stuttered against the telltale pulse of desire giving him plenty of warning but two more rough thrusts and he pushed in until he could go any farther, his hand dropping your around your waist sliding down to press just below your belly to feel the shape of him before his cock twitched inside you spilling rope after rope into your pliant body, his groan rumbling against your neck.

His head fell to your shoulder as he came down from the post sex haze. He pulled out of you, eyes glued to where you both were joined to watch his cum ooze out of you only to push it back in his fingers. You gasped in surprise but chuckled all the same. "Jealousy, huh?"

"Shut up." He breathed against your neck. The silence sat comfortably between you for several minutes, neither of you really wanting to leave the comfort of the other but eventually he pressed a soft kiss to your temple before shimming your pants back over your hips and tucking himself back into his pants. “Your knee okay?” He asked voice husky, but soft all the same.

“The block is wearing off, but I’ll live.” You turned to see him face to face, the hardness of his scowl replaced with an after bliss flush.

His knuckles brushed the side of you cheek before tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear before leaving to fix the zipper on your pants, the domesticity of it leaving a lasting impression on your heart. “It’s only another mile or two.”

“I can make it.”

“Let me know if it’s too much. I can carry you.”

“My hero.” You gushed as you pulled him down to your level, pressing a soft kiss that felt like the butterflies in your stomach burst around you and flapped away on the wind. I love you.

Just a quick couple scenes for to end the saucer

Masterlist

*~*

“Cloud!” You shrieked from the bathroom, steam billowing out of the door left ajar. You seen no issue in closing it now that he’s seen you naked. You glared at your reflection to where the purplish bruises littered down the side of your throat and peppered past the fluffy towel wrapped firmly around your breasts. You marched to the doorway, each stomp punctuating the sheet annoyance that consumed you, to chastise the merc for his horrible sex etiquette, and the sight of him actually laughing at you with his hair still wild from sleep and a smug grin in place only pissed you off more. “Its not funny!” You screamed as you turned sharply back towards the mirror. “What am I going to do!?!” You groaned loudly. “Aerith is gonna have a field day.”

“Just cover it up.” You jolted as he appeared in the doorway. You hadn't even heard him get up, and gods damn it all its hard to be pissed when he's just so yummy. Chest still bare and displaying every tantalizing inch, a random pair of boxers that he must’ve slipped on on his way in here. The warmth in your belly made it difficult to pay attention to the issue at hand.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you channeled every ounce of displeasure. “With what?! In case you’ve haven’t noticed, my shirt doesn’t cover my neck!” Your nostrils flared as your hand pulled away from you face dramatically.

“Wear this.” He held up his expecting it would solve everything instead of creating more problems. There’s was better chance of you winning against Shinra on your own than there was of their friends not noticing your suspicious change of apparel.

You grabbed offending article and started smacking him with it, mumbling complaints with each swat, and he just laughed. A real joyful laugh that felt like the sun on your skin as you laid in the tall grass fields. Light like the puffy clouds in the breeze. The sound made you stop mid swing to just stand in awe of the moment, and see the pure happiness written all over his face. Your chest throbbed realizing that you were his source of his joy. He grabbed your hand and twisted you around while closing his arms around you and pulling you into himself. His head dropped to your neck where his crime was boldly painted onto your skin and pressed gentle kisses to each mark. “You did this on purpose.” You mumbled as you melted into him.

You turned your head to look at him, and graciously accepted the light kiss he pressed to your lips before the two of you froze like a deer caught in some headlight as a loud pounding echoed through the door.

“Have you seen y/n?!?!” Aerith’s voice rang clear as day. You groaned and twisted in Cloud’s grasp to bury your face in his bare chest. “She didn’t come to the room last night!”

“She’ll be out in a minute!” You gasped as he sold you out.

“I hate you!” You quiet screamed.

“That's not what you said last night.”

*~*

“Good morning, slut.” Aerith greeted you coyly by the elevator, her grin wide enough to see her back teeth.

You groaned, pulling the neck of Cloud’s shirt higher. “Morning.” You mumbled.

“I’d ask if you had a good night,” She started as she studied the look on your face, “But, we both know you did. Very good if we’re judging by your new choice in clothes.”

You ignored her in favor in walking into the elevator and resting your weight against the railing, your eyes glued to the floor display silently praying that it would move much quicker than last night.

She gasped, her eyes wide, and you momentarily worried if something was wrong until she hastily entered and leaned down to pick something up off the floor. When she stood back up she held out a singular leather glove. “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” You stared at the singular glove as you opened your mouth to make an excuse then closed it the quickly in the absence of a come back. “In an elevator?!?!”

You snatched the glove and tucked it into your pocket, embarrassment clearly written all over your face. “Not… all the way…”

“Way to go Cloud.”

*~*

“Tell me, ya wore a fuckin’ condom!!” Cloud turned from the hulking brute seemingly ignoring his heated lecture, but the burning red hue coloring his ears betrayed his stoic front. “What the hells the matter w’ you!!! We can’t have a fuckin’ baby screamin’!” Cloud pinched the bridge of his nose wishing the floor would crack open and claim him.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” Red added as he joined the most embarrassing conversation of Cloud’s life.

“What the hells that suppose t’ mean?” Barret asked with a disgusted look on his face.

“I just know.”

“Fuckin’ creepy.” Barret added.

Cloud just cursed under his breath and walked away as he heard Barret continue to curse up a storm. He should probably be more careful, not that any of their concerns was on his mind at the time.

*~*

All fun came to end as a hail of bullets and screams reverberated through the once cheerful halls. You all reconverged at the hallways leading into the coliseum, and into the narrow winding halls down to the entrance to the dust bowl. Bodies lied left and right laying lifeless in puddles of blood, some with more bullet holes than body pieces. The strong stench of iron made your stomach twist, and nostrils sting.

They said it was a man with a gun grafted arm, but you didn't -couldn’t- believe Barret could ever harm an innocent soul, and with the options available to you approached the descending elevator that would lead the five of you to the dangerous ghetto below. The Saucer’s shadow. You’d uncover the truth that bathed your dear friend in infamy.

“Wait, lads!” Cait Sith called as he approached the group. “Take these!” The puppet offered up a digital phone for each of you. “That way if ya can stay connected if ya get separated!” You took one hesitantly watching as he squeezed himself into the tight box with the rest of them. It was certainly a good idea, though the way he just had them on his person was suspicious to you. Something to file away for later.