A/n: Cloud drabble bc I realized i haven’t written for him DESPITE BEING NAMED CLOUDLUVR 😭😭
(spoilers for cloud lore + rebirth beginning i js havent seen ppl write for him in this way) Angst lwk 😭😭
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Cloud was alone, he felt like he was always alone. Even in Nibelheim when he sees the other kids' mom whispering to stay away from him, since his dad wasn’t around.
Also because he was different.
He always wanted to play together of course. But he always played by himself, looking towards the kids playing tag while he played with his action figures. He just wanted one of them to come up and ask to play, of course he wasn't going to ask first.
It followed him up until he was found at the station by tifa, and suddenly decided he was a merc. He felt the need to distance himself even when so close to tifa, to prove that he can be the best without others.
And yet he didn’t need to prove himself to you, you could see right through him. Through the tough walls he unknowingly put up, the masks pulled up on his face. He talked to you briefly in Midgar, and in the slums. He only knew you were close with tifa, and ran the bar when everyone was out on a mission.
Not until Kalm, it was the second night he’d briefly quarrelled with Tifa and expected to see her on the roof.
Instead he spots you, leaning on the railing. Hearing his footsteps you look over, “heard what happened with tifa”
“...She told you?”
“Yeah, she seemed pretty upset” he avoided your gaze facing the clock tower, “...I didn’t know what to tell her, Sephiroth got to my head and truthfully… I can’t remember much past the day she found me.”
A small silence followed, the wind softly rustling his spiky hair, his eyes everywhere but meeting yours.
“You can’t tell her that?”
“I promised to protect her-”
“You’re hurting her cloud.”
He finally met your gaze with one of sadness, “sometimes I don’t know whose memories I have, they don’t feel like mine you know? Like I was living them through another person”
You give him a somber look, "and so you've said, there's nothing we can do until we get to him" Cloud knew that, he knew he didn't feel right or act right since he had appeared.
"Do you wanna walk around tomorrow, don't think we have anything planned" you say holding his hand, "sure, if you wake up on time" he sighed bashfully going back to his usual self.
"Only if you promise to make up with tifa"
"fine"
"it's a date" you smile leading him downstairs as he let out a small gasp at the familiar words.
"it's a date"
Cloud didn't know what you both were, but he didn't mind it. With conversations he couldn't have with others, stolen kisses, and small moments alone. Maybe he'd prefer doing couple things with Tifa, but for now you were okay.
Looking for a gojo x reader/cloud x reader story. Last time I saw it, it had 5 chapters?
Reader’s a florist and she gojo dated for a good few years. He’s ex came back and they were spending time together and gojo breaks up with reader to get back together with the ex. Be chapter 4 or 5? It turns out that he only left reader due to his dad threatening reader and gojo’s sister is really sick and the only way the dad would help is if gojo break up with reader. But also ex was getting paid by gojo’s dad. Ex started to feel bad. Gojo was getting jealous because reader was getting close to cloud. And reader went on a cute park/picnic date with him? He told reader bout how his fiancé tifa died.
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Edit:
Found it buried in my drafts.
It was “I HATE YOU, SEOUL” by @kissami but unfortunately they deleted it.
Ever wondered what it would feel like to be in an obsessive relationship with Cloud? His intense protectiveness, possessiveness, and deep love create a storm of emotions. In this story, you’ll experience what it’s like to be the one thing Cloud can’t afford to lose—no matter the cost.
You belonged to him but he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else being near you, talking to you, or even thinking about you. Every time you smiled at someone else, a fire burned deep inside, one he couldn’t control. It was wrong, he knew that. But he couldn’t stop it. Not after everything he’d lost. He wouldn’t lose you too.
It was a tiring day, escaping from the Turks and finally settling down in a makeshift bed. You stirred in your sleep, and Cloud immediately drew his hand back, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to steady his breathing, reminding himself that you were his. Always would be.
“Cloud?” your sleepy voice broke the silence, eyes half-open. “What are you doing?”
“Just… watching you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.
You smiled softly, sitting up slightly to reach for him. “You need to sleep too. I saw how much energy you put into protecting me. It’s admirable.”
He nodded, lying down beside you, but his mind refused to quiet. As you turned and drifted back into slumber, Cloud’s grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly. A part of him feared the day you might walk away.
But if that day ever came, he wouldn’t let you go. He’d fight for you, even against yourself. Because in this world filled with chaos and enemies, you were the one thing he could still control.
And Cloud Strife wasn’t one to let go of control.
“Cloud, just relax. The Shiras aren’t going to come for me at this time,” you said while patting the empty pillow beside yours.
You were right. They had already escaped to an empty land, far, far away from where the Turks would’ve guessed you went.
“How sure are you? They could hire a stealthy spy to follow us.” Cloud tried to defend his actions.
You laughed, your heart already at peace. “If they had a spy following us, you already would’ve noticed, my quick-thinking puppy.”
Cloud shook his head, subtly laughing at the cute nickname you’d given him.
“Sorry for being such a caring boyfriend then,” he joked while finally getting under the covers beside you. It was perfect, he was perfect—life had never felt this perfect before.
Turning your body to face him, you pinched a little of flesh under his eye. “Look at your face, baby. You’re starting to grow eye-bags because of me!”
Cloud chuckled softly, his hand finding its way to your cheek. “Maybe… but it’s worth it.” His fingers brushed against your skin, the gentleness a stark contrast to the storm inside him. “I’ll always watch over you.”
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, the weight of his unspoken feelings heavy in the air. Even if he couldn’t say it, you felt it in his touch—his obsession, his need for you, and the love he couldn’t shake.
“Oh are you trying to make me feel bad, my knight and shining armor?” you joked, once again.
Cloud shook his head, his lips curling into a small smile. "Never. I just want to make sure you're safe."
You reached up, brushing a strand of his blonde hair away from his face. “You’re too much sometimes, you know that?” you said, feeling the suddenly breeze in the air.
Cloud’s gaze darkened for a moment, his hand resting firmly on your waist. “You don’t understand how much I need you,” he said, his voice low and intense. “I’ll never let anything happen to you. Not ever.”
You smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "I know, Cloud. I trust you."
But Cloud wasn’t smiling back. He was dead serious. “You don’t get it,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “I can’t lose you. I won’t let anyone take you from me. Not the Turks, not anyone. You’ve changed my life for the better and I’m sure,” he cups your face, “you’re the one destined for me.”
The weight of his words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you felt a chill run down your spine. You knew Cloud was protective—maybe a little too protective—but hearing it out loud, the intensity in his voice, was something else.
You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, hoping to ease the tension. “I’m not going anywhere, Cloud.”
He finally relaxed, his hand easing its grip on your waist. “Good,” he whispered, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around you possessively. “Because you’re mine. Always.”
And as you drifted back to sleep in his arms, Cloud lay awake, his thoughts still swirling with the same obsessive need to keep you by his side.
Summary: it was chaos at the pillar, but why did you have to caught in it
Warnings: angst
A/n: got this prompt (and probably a lot of future ones) from a finish the story book I have
Maybe it was faith, maybe stubbornness, maybe something else. Maybe you didn't know the risks. But still, he had to admire how you wouldn't leave him behind.
The pillar was coming down, and Reno and Rude were berating what was left of Avalanche with every last shot they had. It was just you and Cloud. Biggs and Jessie didn't make it, and you were still searching for Barret. You all knew trying to stop Shinra from dropping the plate was a suicide mission, but the Avalanche motto was "save the planet or die trying". The group had taken a few hard lumps in the past, but they were all bruises compared to this.
Biggs was like a brother to you, Jessie was your best friend, and Cloud, pinned beneath a collapsed wall with dust invading his pressured lungs. He was the best thing that ever happened to you. The two of you were inseparable before he became a soldier. Once he left, you began to realize how deeply you cared for him. Tifa was a saint for staying with you all those anxious nights you stayed up worrying about what could happen on the battlefield. You even prayed on occasion, but no gods could help you now.
The battlefield was overseen but never interfered. You could feel the eyes of gods watching as your hands cut and scraped against the debris suffocating Cloud. Neither of you were sure how long you had been there, but he knew it was too long.
You strained yourself, crying in pain, but the wreckage wouldn't budge.
Cloud saw the tears streaming down your face as he struggled to breathe with broken bones and collapsing lungs. He coughed from the dust that still hadn't cleared before finding your eyes. Although they were broken, begging please with their red tint, the love still remained. He was glad he would see it one final time.
"Find Barrett." Cloud rasped from under you.
You quit struggling with the rubble and looked down at him in disbelief. You should've known Cloud would pull something like this, try to make you leave. It was a miracle you didn't lose him the first time, and by every higher power you could name you wouldn't lose him now.
"Yeah, right, you're coming with me." Your hands returned to the wall that still wouldn't move.
"Y/N," his voice was weak and it sent a chill running through your bones. "If we both die here, the mission wouldn't mean anything."
Why didn't he think that you knew that. To hell with the mission; you couldn't do anything without Cloud. You needed him. You loved him.
"Stop," your voice broke as you screamed. "Don't do this, Cloud, don't make me leave you!"
You couldn't will your arms to lift again, and you collapsed onto fallen wall, sobbing. Cloud watched you sadly from underneath.
"Save the planet or die trying"
You hadn't lived under that mantra for long, but the words had coursed through his bloodstream for a long time now, and it was time for him to see the end.
After letting out all of your tears, you sat defeated on the floor, your eyes lost and confused. You looked at Cloud.
"It's alright, Y/N," he had the audacity to sound so content, so accepting. It wasn't fair.
The limited and dust filled air was finally bringing Cloud to his end. He look at you one last time, the last image he wanted in his head before it all went black.
"I love you."
You sniffled, squeezing your eyes shut as if you'd open them again and he would be fine, but that wasn't the case.
I’ve returned! A lot of you have been asking for a part 2 to ‘a bouquet just for you’, so I’ve come to deliver :) I hope you’ll enjoy!
part 1
Pairing: Cloud Strife/Reader
Warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, character death, hanahaki
Word count: 1.7k
ao3 link
In Cloud’s hand was a small, black journal. There was nothing on its cover; no stickers, no notes, no drawings. Nothing. A blank, black space.
He found it under his late friend's pillow. Or, well, Tifa did while going through their things after their funeral. Heavens above, the funeral. Cloud had never seen any of his friends cry so much; truth be told, he, too, left the grave puffy-eyed and red in the face. But how could he not? They’ve all been through so much together and now one of them was gone. Like they were never there in the first place. None of them would say it out loud, but each time they hung out these days, there was this deep, dark hole next to them, in a spot that was once occupied but now sat vacant.
If you don’t talk about it, it’ll be like it’s not there, right?
Cloud’s been building up to actually reading the journal for weeks now. Tifa didn’t even want to touch it; she said that if she read about their late friend’s thoughts and feelings it’d just open up the wound again. ‘Maybe in the future’, she said, ‘but now I wouldn’t be able to take it.’ Cloud understood, he really did. But some part of him must’ve thought that reading the journal would be the right thing to do. A way of honoring his friend’s memory one last time.
So he finally opened it.
1 Hey, journal! Is this a stupid thing to say? I don’t really know, to be honest.
I’m starting this journal to document my illness. Kind of like a dumping ground for my emotions. It’s not like I can share them anywhere else anyway.
I got my diagnosis yesterday. I mean, I knew what it was since the very beginning, but it’s always good to have a professional’s opinion, I suppose. I don’t really know how much time I have left, but I know I’m dying, so there’s that. I’ll have to burn that journal before I go, though. Don’t want anybody reading it.
That might’ve been the moment when Cloud should’ve stopped reading, put the journal away or burned it, just like they wanted to. He should’ve. But he didn’t.
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2 I saw them together today. Tifa and Cloud, I mean. It’s a given, really, the entire gang was hanging out together, so of course they’d be there too. It gave me a really bad cough attack though. Had to spend a good ten minutes in the bathroom to cough up all the petals. I hope none of them swam back up the toilet. That’d be bad.
3 Why me, though? People fall in unrequited love all the time and most of them don’t get sick! So why me? Is it genetic? Or maybe just some bitch-ass god looked down upon all of creation and said, ‘Fuck you in particular’?
Honestly, this would be funny if I wasn’t actively dying. But oh well.
5 I saw the doctor today. He kept talking about the different surgeries the entire time I was in his office. I thought I’ve told him already that I don’t want the surgery. I don’t want to forget him. No matter what.
Must be the love in me talking. If I was in a sane state of mind, I’d probably take the offer in a heartbeat. Life for a bunch of memories? Sounds like a fair deal, sign me up! But I’m not in a sane state of mind, so it’s a no, I’m afraid.
8 I’m pretty sure I felt the flowers move inside my lungs today. It feels really fucking weird; and it hurts like hell! That’s to be expected though. My fault for not taking the chance on the surgery.
Did I mention that the longer you wait to get the treatment, the higher the chance of complications and death? I wonder if I’ve passed that mark already.
11 My chest really hurts today. And I haven’t even seen Cloud at all. Is it the roots or the thorns? I mean, the flowers are roses, so who knows, really.
I seem awfully calm about all this when I’m writing. I suppose I should be more emotional about this whole ordeal, but I’ve nearly died quite a few times already, so no wonder something has come to finally do me in. Flowers, though? I still think that’s a lame way to go. I’d prefer an explosion or a crazy duel with some jacked up dude with a big sword. But no, I get flowers. Ridiculous, really.
15 I couldn’t really get out of bed today. I’ve been hacking up petal after petal; I’m pretty sure that my entire bedroom is filled with them at this point.
It’s getting harder to breathe. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night ‘cause of the flowers. And I can’t really get comfortable at all, because no matter how or where I lay down, I’m either pressing down on a thorn or squeezing a rooted-up part of my chest. (I can tell them apart now — the thorns are more like getting stabbed with a thick needle and the roots are kind of like pinching.)
19 I can’t really move anymore. Aerith visited today and said I looked like death. Probably an accurate description. I wouldn’t know though; I make sure not to look in the mirror anymore. I’m scared of what I’ll see. If I really do look that bad, it’ll be hard to deny the truth anymore. That I really am dying.
21 I caught my reflection in a spoon today. Aerith brought me some soup (bless her, really).
The whole reflection thing was an accident, but it still scared me half to death. I’ve never seen my face so hollow. It’s a good thing my parents are gone now; I wouldn’t want them to see me like this.
25 I’ve been wondering lately — do the roots break through your lungs and grow into other parts of your body, too? ‘Cause I’ve been having a hard time stomaching food lately. No matter what I eat, I can’t keep it down. Even water is a challenge.
27 Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen Cloud in a while. Probably since one of the first entries, really. I wonder why he won’t come see me. Does he find me disgusting now that I’m this sick? Or is he scared to see me waste away? I’d prefer the latter, to be honest. The thought that he finds me repulsive hurts — maybe even literally.
Should I stop thinking about him altogether? Would that make me at least a little bit healthier? I’m not sure I want to stop. Not really, anyway.
I wish I could see him again before I go. Or meet up with the whole gang one last time. That’d be fun.
Ah, I’m crying. I should probably stop, I don't want to smear the ink.
31 I’ll probably burn this journal soon. Tomorrow, or the day after. I don’t think I have long.
I wonder what happens after death. Do we go somewhere or do we just disappear? I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
32 I always wanted to get a pet. A puppy or a cute cat. I could take them on walks and cuddle them when I’m sad. It’s nice to dream, isn’t it?
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Cloud closed the journal. He wished he could say he finished it all in one sitting, but some parts were harder to go through then others. Still, the sight of blank pages following the last entry made something inside him twist and squeeze in that particularly painful way.
So it was all his fault, huh? He should’ve realized, should’ve done something to help. If they told him, he’d have made them get the surgery done. Even if they forgot him, they could just start all over. Become friends again.
But they didn’t tell them, did they?
The entries made him realize that he really had been avoiding them — always making excuses. A job there, an errand here and before he knew it, he stopped seeing them at all. But the fact that they started to think he found them disgusting hurt. He wished he could tell them they were so very wrong. He’d always been the avoidant type, an expert at running away when things started to hurt. And seeing one of your best friends slowly waste away and die hurt more than anything. He’d already lost one friend a long time ago. Now, another left too soon.
It always was too soon, no matter when they went.
As he moved to put away the journal, a small piece of paper fell out from between the empty pages.
‘If any of you find this — which means I probably didn’t have enough time to burn it properly — don’t read it. And if you don’t listen, or don’t know better before you do read it — don’t blame yourselves. It was my decision and my consequences. I didn’t want to forget any of the wonderful memories we shared together.
But if you do find this, I have just one last request to make of you. Burn it. Don’t let anyone else read what I’ve written. I know it’s probably a lot to ask, because you’ll have to carry the secret on your own, but I trust you.
And to whoever finds this — thank you, my friend.’
Cloud stared at the piece of paper. One by one, tears started falling, dripping all over the writing, smearing the ink. He was glad Tifa was at the bar on this particular evening. She’d ask questions and he’d have to answer them all. He couldn’t lie to her, not really.
Besides — right now, he had a promise to fulfill.
He’d really honor his late friend for the last time.
He took the journal and a box of matches and got on his bike. He drove for quite some time, looking for the perfect spot. When he finally found it, he set the journal on the ground and covered it in dry branches.
The flames burned bright, taking the truth with them. But the truth that remained inside Cloud would burn him with the flames of guilt for a long, long time.
