* 𝐿𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 / 𝐿 𝐄 𝐆 𝐀 𝐂 𝐘 .

my past has tasted BITTER for years now so i wield an iron fist. grace is just *weakness, or so i've been told. i've been cold, i've been M E R C I L E S S. but the blood on my hands scares me to - d e a t h . indie. priv. selective. * ( + var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5641210"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); / var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3351282"; fhsh.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write(""); ) cloud strife of final fantasy vii. remake based & canon divergent. please read rules before following.

[faterewritten]

roseusuitta​:

                                      He did not know her well if he   believed   she would allow him to simply stand back, brush off the moment, and   ignore   the tenderness they shared. Something she had yearned for, whether she admitted it to herself or not. Almost   CONFUSED   at his reaction, taking a second for offence and   another   to analyse. Upon this, she notices his shy body language, certain his cheeks may be that of a deeper hue. She smiles soft as she closes the space between them again. He wasn’t escaping   that   easily. Index and middle finger walk up the fabric of his chest until she regains his gaze. Mako staring deep, emerald falling even deeper as she looks at him with soft sincerity. 

A pause. And she is moving closer    —-   closer   still. Their lips to meet once again. Her kisses are soft, gentle, but doesn’t give him chance to retreat. One soft kiss follows with another, and another, hoping he may lean and melt into the embrace. Taking a chance, but certain he   too   feels the passion between them, an unspoken romance that they shared. But she is bold, and she does not wait for a man to make the move, she in charge of what she wants. Right now? What she desires is HIM.

       cloud’s eyes trail down to meet her gaze, watching intently as she takes steps closer to him until she’s lingering far too closely in his personal space for his liking. a soft sigh sounds from the back of his throat, lips part to protest her actions, but he can’t. aerith’s made it impossibly hard for him to stand his ground with her, and part of him doesn’t seem to want to. he wants to give in to her, let her take the ropes and guide him. his tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip, brows furrowed as her fingertips trail up his chest.

       mako infused orbs content with his fixated gaze, flickering between her lips and those emerald hues. until they flutter shut and cloud’s own mimic them, his lips busied with matching each of her light kisses as she presses them to his own. he’s awfully afraid of doing something wrong, but aerith isn’t fragile, he knows he won’t break her. she might break him, honestly. one hand comes up to rest against her hip, the other moves to rest flat on her back against her jacket. he pulls her closer, as close as he can have her, and refocuses his attention on kissing her.

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multinaes​:

@faterewritten.     /     cloud’s birthday.

‘ hey there, stranger. ’ 

the florist  giggles  ,  throwing her arms around his shoulders.  aerith lets her arms settle around cloud with a light grin  ,  presenting him with a flower.  she doesn’t wait for long before tucking it behind his ear with more of that same  ,  bubbling  laughter. 

‘ a little birdie told me it might be your birthday. ’

       there’s almost no time to respond as his gaze flickers to meet her own, cheeks burning hot as they sprout patches of tinted pink shades along pale skin. a defeated sigh sounds from his chest when she places the flower behind his ear, hands coming up to rest along his hips. ❛ the little birdie might be right, ❜ he teases, small grin settling on his lips. ❛ care to tell me who told ? ❜

       his best guess might be tifa, unless she’d told their friends as well. it wasn’t that cloud was hiding it from anyone, just that he didn’t quite enjoy celebrating his birthday. by the look on aerith’s face he can already tell that she was up to something, whatever it may be. ❛ -- don’t make it a big deal. it’s just a birthday. ❜

[faterewritten]

@gunmyth​: " happy birthday ... " whispered into the sleeping man's ear, the gunner grins a blinding smile far too bright for this early in the morning; in his palms a similar looking arm band to the one he has worn since the first day they met.

it’s cloud’s birthday so all asks r accepted as always <3

       there’s a haziness that washes over him, tired eyes fluttering open at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. cloud had never enjoyed celebrating his birthday, though his mother would always insist on it when he was younger. ever since he’d lost her, his birthday wasn’t the same. a day that he struggled the most internally and was forced to be brave for everyone around them, to convince them he was happy and there wasn’t an overwhelming amount of grief tied to the dreaded day. one hand comes up to thread through his hair before both palms meet either side of the sheets and he pushes himself up only slightly. 

       he wonders partially how prompto had known, though he’s sure he had to have done some digging or bothered tifa about it. cloud can’t be too upset with him, not when there’s a beaming smile on his lips and the boy exudes sunshine and all things that are still good in the world. it’s sweet, cloud decides, maybe birthdays weren’t the worst thing in the world. lips part to say something, though his words fall short when he spots the arm band in prompto’s hand. brows quirk up as the merc tries to bite back a small smile. ❛ you didn’t have to get me anything, babe. ❜ one hand comes up to grab at the back of prompto’s neck, pulling him down to press their lips together softly. he lingers close to the other, a soft ❛ thank you ❜ breathed out against his lips. in that moment, cloud decides he doesn’t entirely hate his birthday. how could he when prompto was around ?

[faterewritten]

hi friends c:

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i’m gonna be on my laptop in like an hour so pls plot w me i promise i’m back to being active here sry i disappeared for a lil 🥺

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hi friends c:

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@gunmyth​ / PROMPTO → lost prompts . 

❝ come with me. ❞  

        though he wants to remain weary, there’s a subtle gleam of innocence that prompto hasn’t quite lost yet. he’d figured this life would’ve stolen every last bit of it from the boy’s face; but despite their strifes, prompto had remained gleeful. cloud was sure if angels were just walking around on their world, prompto was definitely one of them. so, when he hears the words that fall from his lips, he can only do one thing: oblige to his demands. he surrenders control of their situation and nods his head in signal of his unspoken defeat.

          truthfully, all he’d wanted to do was finish the task at hand. but prompto seemed to have plans of his own, and while cloud does mind; he won’t show it. the merc adjusts his sword against his back and trails behind his friend, if he were in the position to even call him that. he was still adjusting to life on the road with the others, but the gunman was the first to really warm up to him and make it a big deal to include him in ... just about everything. even things he’d wished to have been excluded from.

             ❛ prompto ? ❜ cloud finally voices, hands resting lightly against his hips. ❛ where are we going ? ❜ not that he actually cares, he just hadn’t bothered to listen to the place holder conversation starters that prompto had been rambling out. ❛ it looks like we’ve been walking in a circle. are you trying to get us lost ? ❜

[faterewritten]

@tragicdelinquency​ / LESLIE → slam cloud against a wall prompts . ( accepting ! )

“I can’t take it anymore!” [ why not ]

       there’s barely any time for him to respond to the other’s words, brows furrowed until he finally understands. his back hits the wall with ease, shoulders pinned by leslie’s hands and he could stop him if he wanted to. easily. but he doesn’t. cloud’s tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip and he finds himself biting back a shit eating grin that threatens to etch itself to his lips. ❛ you gonna do something about ? ❜ the merc teases, mako filled eyes flickering from leslie’s own and down to his lips. the silver haired man is so close that he can practically feel his breath against his skin. it causes goosebumps to rise along his arms, hands hesitate at his sides because he wants to grab leslie and kiss him.

        but it’s so much more fun for him to watch the younger of the pair attempt to assert his dominance. there’s little time left for thinking, with their lips only inches apart now. one last glance up to meet leslie’s eyes and then it happens. his own eyes fluttering shut the second their lips meet, one hand coming up to rest against the back of his neck. the two had been playing an awful game of who would cave first ( a game that cloud won, and he’s going to gloat about it at one point or another surely. ) but the ending was worth it, he’d say. the merc’s lips move eager against leslie’s, free hand snaking around his waist to lazily pull him closer until their bodies were practically molded together. it’s almost sweet, until cloud leans back from the kiss just enough to whisper against his lips: ❛ took you long enough. ❜

[faterewritten]

You are so wonderful and fun and such a great writer! I enjoy all of our things, and I feel so lucky that we write together, you deserve all the love always!

go on anon — or don’t — and tell the mun something you like about their portrayal! it can be just about anything that’s caught your eye.

i love u so much :c ur one of my fav ppl to write with and our idiot boys make me so happy, even the silly stuff we do on wire and our threads on discord !! u deserve even MORE love and appreciation and just kdfhgfdsjgfs i love u so much thank u 4 dealing w me even when i take forever to reply to things 

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evcryopeneye​:

Confused, she looked at the red on her hands, as if the injury had crept up on her, or more, the severity had snuck up. Yet, he was kind. Quiet, but kind. His hand wrapped around hers, think napkin paper soaked up the blood of her hand. Jessie found herself stunned, she hadn’t expected it. It wasn’t that she thought him heartless, or that he didn’t care, no he seemed to care in his own way about people, the cold and stoic thing was a persona, a mask for the world to see.

She had her own too.

“I don’t know.” She answered, looking down at her side, the slow trickle of red was starting to flow down her side, slow accumulation of red soaked up by cotton. Swallowed the lump in her throat as fear crawled up her spine.

It would be fine.

“I thought it was just a scratch.” Jessie continued, thinking back to the moment it had happened. “it didn’t hurt…well it did but, I thought he had punched me.” Funny, how you registered pain so oddly. Yet, her gaze followed his, to the rest of the crew sat having fun, laughing, giggling, telling jokes and getting drunk.

“If I just…slip away,” she could go out the back, go home, deal with whatever this was. Lay down, rest and deal with how damn tired she felt. “Will you cover for me?” She didn’t want to worry anyone. “I…don’t want to bring the mood down….you get me?”

       cloud wasn’t some first class asshole like many seemed to believe he was. he was capable of showing emotion, being compassionate. though his words would fail him, his actions surely wouldn’t. regardless of if he’d admit it to the girl or not, he cared for her. he was hired to protect them -- that was his job, wasn’t it ? and part of him felt like he’d failed her by letting her get injured. the merc believes her when she tells him that she’d thought it was just a scratch -- he’d been there, too. it was the adrenaline that rushed to his body that convinced him he was fine, only to later find out how badly he’d been wounded. 

        hesitation clouds his thoughts, brows furrowed as her words register against his ears. he wanted to help her, wanted to make sure that she’d really be okay. but if all he could do was offer her a distraction, a cover from their friends, well ... he’d oblige. curious eyes trail back toward her, brows raised. ❛ i gotcha, ❜ he affirms, ❛ just ... take care of yourself, okay ? ❜ there’s a certain softness to his voice, one that was usually reserved for those closest to him. his heart aches lightly in his chest for her, understanding without needing clarification for her actions. cloud never would’ve thought there was a duality to jessie, she always seemed to be this larger than life, upbeat, crazy head-strong girl. but what lied beneath the surface ?

         his hand comes up once more to squeeze reassuringly at her wrist, for once allowing his guard to break. ❛ you gonna make it home alright ? -- i’ll go with you, if you want. ❜ now he’s probably just worrying more than he should, but it’s a habit. letting her leave on her own in that condition seemed inhumane. ❛ if not, just give me a call when you get home, that way i know you’re fine. ❜

[faultedcodes]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆.

indie. selective. priv. canon divergent. crossover friendly. prompto argentum of ffxv. loved by shae. est july 2020. rules + about.

                                – 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄.

[graveunknown]

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃,

indie. selective. priv. canon divergent. crossover friendly. noctis lucis caelum of ffxv. loved by shae. est july 2020. rules + about.

                                                                                   – 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖.

[dovingmemes]

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go on anon — or don’t — and tell the mun something you like about their portrayal! it can be just about anything that’s caught your eye. and if they’re a multimuse blog, feel free to specify a muse you like. there’s nothing wrong with people wanting to hear something good that they’re doing!

[faterewritten]

just a quick update: you can now find me over on @graveunknown & @faultedcodes ( as well as here, i’m going to be doing some drafts and getting stuff out tonight i haven’t abandoned cloud i promise ) and on discord - shae#3524

[faterewritten]

zotore​:

to think that reno could cleanly get away with his tawdry shroud of secrecy — the redhead has his own naiveté to blame. yet, his brows draw downwards by nature of his instinct — the thoughtless instinct to survive in a world that works against him. with the way cloud shuts him out, an invisible force curls around his own throat and hinders his ability to breathe, and survival becomes the only thing he can commit to. 

“get out?” he parrots incredulously, “you’re tellin’ me to get out? just because i won’t tell you about that stupid goddamn birth certificate?”

the words are a blazing fire on his tongue, but evaporate into an icy frost in the air as they are spoken. it is cold — just as he is cold in this moment. “—i already said it ain’t important, yet you’re on my ass telling me to leave. just what kinda boyfriend are you?”

       it didn’t actually matter -- did it ? should it ? the blonde can’t fight the feeling that there was more to the story. it wasn’t just a birth certificate, it was reno’s old life. before shinra, before reno. he wasn’t entitled to knowing the details of the man’s former identity, after all. there were things that cloud hadn’t disclosed to him, either, though it wasn’t because he was keeping them a secret. ❛ if it’s not important... you should have no problem talking about it. ❜ the merc gulps, mako dusted hues searching the room for somewhere to look that wasn’t reno.

        his muscles tense with each passing second and all he could think was: this is going to hurt. fighting was a rare occasion, but never like this. ❛ -- one that doesn’t keep secrets. not like you could say the same. ❜ cloud dares to look back at him, his expression cold though his eyes are pleading. pain shoots lightly through his chest as their eyes meet, uncertainty washing over him. he’s not sure what it would mean for them if reno left, or how he’d trust him if he couldn’t even open up to him.

[princess-lilyrose]

BOYS.👏🏼WHO.👏🏼GET.👏🏼HARD.👏🏼FROM.👏🏼MAKING.👏🏼OUT.👏🏼ARE.👏🏼NOT👏🏼. WEAK👏🏼.

THAT SHIT IS WHAT I LIVE FOR.

O N. G O D.

[this-will-be-the-gay]

Send me “I can’t take it anymore!” to slam my muse into a wall and kiss them

or send me “Wha– Mmph” for the opposite

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@beatrushx​ / TIFA → romantic prompts . ( accepting ! )

❛ I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you. ❜

       tifa and cloud had always had some unspoken connection, and cloud wouldn’t be the first one to voice it. they understood each other even without the verbal reassurances; they took care of each other. be it because cloud had promised her a long while ago, or because he cared for the girl -- he would be there for her. no matter what. tonight was no different, he’d been studying her mannerisms at the bar and how out of it she appeared. she was there physically, but not mentally. the merc is almost reluctant to touch on the subject, figuring if tifa wanted to talk about things then she would. though, hours pass and cloud can’t shake the thoughts from his own head.

        it isn’t until they’re standing on the opposite side of the doors that he finds the right words, cloud’s eyes following her movements as she locks up shop. ❛ ... everything alright ? ❜ he finally asks, ❛ you seem out of it. ❜ the two trail back to their apartments, tifa seemingly lost in her own thoughts as the girl scrambles to make sense of it all. then he hears it, i love you. teeth sink into his bottom lip to hide the smile that threatens to etch onto his features. she loves him. ❛ that’s what you were thinking about all day ? ❜ he quizzes, steps coming to a halt as he stands outside the door to her apartment. ❛ i love you, too, tifa. ❜