a/n: vincent valentine mentioned, literally busted when he first appeared in rebirth holy shit. and all he does is aura farm in advent children😭✌️ sorey it so short T^T
Vincent x reader small hcs + scenario ^^
-- now playing: End- kinoue64
He's awkward.
-only being in love once and being rejected.
-being asleep for a few decades
-stoic
-not very good with telling tone
-avoidant
-loner
-weird
But he's hot!!!! Vincent felt something towards you, as you both traveled in the group and shared quarters. It was only natural for him to completely avoid you at all costs.
It soon became too aparent Vincent was avoiding you, which led you to confiding in Tifa. She suggested just talking to him.
"I try, but he just inches away from me" you explain but end up having to show her. And by the end you ended up on the other side of the room.
"oh, so he literally runs away?"
"yeah? I don't think I did anything wrong Tifa-"
"maybe he's so in love with you he avoiding you"
"what"
--
Since you and Tifas small conversation, you couldn't help but think she was feeding into your delusions. But you would see his small glances towards you, his faint blush, always making sure you went in front and got the bed (he'd sleep standing up).
Soon you felt your heart flutter at the thought or sight to him. He was like Cloud who you liked for a little... but a little edgier, and older.
It took while until you decided to talk to him, you had to catch him while he was in the room.
Since sometimes he'd escape through the window.
"Vincent" you say opening the door as he sat politely on the bed. Only to hear a grumble in response, "I-I uhm, heard from a little bird you liked me"
He immediately stood up and hesitantly avoided your gaze, "who"
"just.. uhm word went around"
"I see, I assume you've come to tell me to stop"
"N-no! Not at all, I also think your charming."
"theres nothing about me thats charming"
"well, uhm... you hold the door open, make sure I'm in front, I always get the bed, I'm fed, and I see how you look at me"
"...I suppose a few things"
--
Vincent is fluffy
(perhaps a bit more after Advent children, he'd be able to focus on you)
-He likes to leave you items at your door before or after returning from a mission. Like a single rose, a letter, perhaps a meal. Anything to keep you satisfied while he's away.
-He loves quietly, with acts of service over explicitly telling you he loves you.
-You two live together, and he's always grateful for a s/o like you. Always waking up to make breakfast, and tidy up.
-he'll wake up early to watch the sunrise as another day starts in the slums.
-He sleeps like he's dead .
-He likes going on nature walks, and hear you ramble about certain wildflowers sprouting on the path.
-it takes him awhile to adjust to living normally rather than in a coffin under an abandoned mansion.
-Asks you about cell phones and asked if you could purchase matching ones.
he'll have a little charm that reminds him of you on it.
-When he is home, he likes to go outback and feed the stray cats, shop for flowers to replace the old ones on the dinner table, stay at home and simply be with you.
Admire, love and simply adore you for what your bring into his otherwise dull life. Never thinking he could live this way, normally- domestically.
With you he sees the small things that make it bearable to be him.
--
It was sunset, the oranges, pinks and yellows painted the sky- yet Vincent only saw you.
"your always staring Vincent"
"i'm merely captivated by you"
"you always say the samething"
"its true" he replied quietly.
"And here you said you weren't charming"
"perhaps a little" he said letting himself hold your hand.
Did he ever thought he would come to rest and have kids? No. Did he still end up as a kind of chaotic dad with an overstimulated wife? Absolutely.
Hello friendos, I had this in my drafts for months now. And idk I really, really got a thing for him 🌚 I love this dumb noodle like he is a sexy dumb noddle. Usually I go for stoic guys yk but with him it’s different. I was just smitten by that sarcastic charm 🤣🤌🏻 so here we are and how I would imagine him as dad. Because idk why but even when he does not seem to be like the guy who settles down, he would end up with more kids than he ever thought. Kind of chaotic dad vibe 🤣✨
Warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy and well being parents
Wordcount: 1,0k
I can see totally as a dad of twins. Like, of course it wasn't planned that you turned out to be pregnant. It was indeed a shocking and scary situation for you and for him. Since he never actually thought he would be going to be a father, not while having a job by Shinra as a Turk. Besides that, he never thought he would be a good dad. And when it turned out you would get twins, hell he fainted.
"Oh, not just one surprise, they are two." your doctor said to both of you, your eyes went to be in shock and widen.
"Two? Two what?" you asked, not believing, Reno holding your hand, since you were the one being pregnant.
„You are pregnant with twins, miss." she said with a smile, Renos jaw fell slack.
"Twins? Two kids at once? Oh, my gaaawd." he said, trying to breathe, one hand laid against his chest.
"Are you really going to faint?" you asked him, like as if it wouldn't be serious at all.
"You know I have to push out two kids? Reno... Reno!"
~
After you brought the twins into the world, they were boys, of course they were. Both got that red hair from him, and the same attitude. Causing trouble where ever they go. Now they were 4 years old, and these twins were not all.
It had happened that you got pregnant again. So, currently stood in the kitchen, with your baby daughter of one year on your arm.
Reno never thought he would be a family guy, actually having three kids, even when none of those kids were planned. He loved them, he loved you.
It was chaotic, more than that.
He even tried to take fewer shifts to help you more.
But two energetic 4 years old? Two redheads, like him? This was a handful.
Reno never knew if he came home to a kind, lovely woman who greeted him with a kiss and asking how his day was, with your daughter in your arm.... Or if he came home to an overstimulated mess who gave him a look when he walked into the door, after you tried to clean up the chaos from the twins.
"Daddy!" both boys yelled, running towards the door as their father, Reno of course an absolute cool dad, told the weirdest stories in a super heroic way. He smiled brightly when he hugged both boys. Before he realized his son had finger-paint in his face. "Ah, seems like someone had fun with paint? You didn't make any trouble to your mommy, hm?" he asked the two, before he stood up straight, walking over. Oh, not a good day...so not a good day.
You stood there all pent-up. The whole day trying to get the boys busy, and they were too sassy for their own good sometimes.
"Ahhh, look at my lovely, lovely girls." Reno walked over to you and your baby daughter in your arm. You tried to cook while you carried her. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before he took the small girl out of your grip. "Awww, you were a good girl. I can see that." he spoke so soft when he had his daughter in his arms, cute.
"Good? I don't know what happened today, but everything went wrong." you started, and there the vent came while you stirred something in the pan.
"Your sons, the smeared the finger paint all over the floor. After that, they ran with bare feet through it and over the couch... Oh, and not to forget they didn't want to wash their faces because they played gangsters." he always let you vent up, kinda giggling. He was a leaned back dad, in general he was the good guy and you the bad when it came to your kids. It was always like this when one parent stayed at home and this was you.
"Oh, and she...that cute little monster." you pointed at your baby. She and Reno both looked at you, with literally the same expression.
"You can't blame her, look at that little, little pout. So precious." he said, and then made your daughter laugh when he tickled her slightly.
When you wanted to continue to cook, he wanted to place his daughter down in the baby chair.
"Oh no-no, don't place her down or she-" before you could finish, she started crying.
"This goes on the whole day, when I place her down, even for a second, she cries. So I have to hold her. And the twins doing just everything they can, because they are literally bored." you sighted in frustration, wanted to walk over to her before you noticed the food nearly burnt.
"Ok, ok, ok...why not you let me handle this for now. I take her, and I talk to the boys. And after dinner, you relax, sweetheart. Mommy needs a break." he said, totally aware when he shouldn't make a dumb joke, he learned this after YEARS!
And well he tried, so you could at least finish making dinner.
He took is daughter while he walked over to the twins.
"Alright lil' ass kickers, you have a moment for your dad right?" he approached them before he snatched away the ball that flew in the air. The two small guys came waddling over. Hell, did Reno loved his chaotic family.
Did he ever think he would need to actually lecture his own kids? That he would even have some? No, far from that, but now this was reality.
"You really kept your Mommy on her toes today, huh?" he asked, flashing a small smirk.
It was not like he could blame them, they were his kids, they just had his genes.
Reno was surprisingly supportive as parent, he did his job, tried to make time for you, his children. Because who ever could know that these kids and this woman would make such a difference for him?
If you’re feeling in the mood for it in your last week before school, I was hoping to request a nsfw fem reader/Cloud fic where he is possessive/jealous, and he spanks reader: a LOT. Both before sex (with extensive foreplay, lots of dirty talk, maybe oral for him?) and during sex. Just spanking with hands please, and not super hard spanks either, I'm very vanilla lol. It's not about hurting her, it's more a possessive thing for Cloud (and an ass thing lol!). But reader is SUPER into it. I'm not looking for any hardcore dom/sub or anything, just stuff a committed couple would do (some soft dom vibes, like in Mind Cloud/ed).
Maybe it’s the first time he does it and they both realize how much they both like it, or maybe they’ve come home from a party where the guys were checking out his girl and he is feeling possessive/frustrated. I leave it to you if you want to take this request!
I look forward to the filth. Let's give this ass man something to do with his hands… 😉
Also best of luck with school starting!!
I LOVE THIS omg
Thanks for this delicious request love 😻♡♡
Jealousy ミ★
⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/fem!reader
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, p in v, spanking, few hints of dacryphilia, bjs, sexy hour Cloud ;), not proofread!
⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm baack! I hope u guys missed me hehe
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.321
He was closer to you this night, walking right beside you as he guided you to your appartment, his hand brushing over yours as the dark path consumed your vision.
He was quiet too, way more than usual. His eyes didn't seem as if they were trying to search your own ones like they would always do.
Maybe he was stressed out?
This week has been a long one and you could see it on his eyes, he was tired. As time grew older, you had managed to read his enigmatic emotions quite well, so you thought that maybe he just needed to rest for tonight.
But your theory was quickly proven wrong as you entered your home, ready to wave him goodbye for the night.
. . .
Before you could even turn around, his chest had enveloped your back, pushing you further into your appartment until your hands met the wall.
His husky breathing hit your ear, a shockwave of goosebumps trickled your skin.
Why was he that needy all of the sudden??
Your mind circled around lots of different questions but the harsh sound of the door closing made you jump.
You didn't dare to open your mouth, not yet. You could feel his hands on your waist, but they didn't caress you like he always would, like when he touched you for the first time.
You internally cracked a small smile at the memory, he was just as nervous and fidgety as you were.
The moonlight encased both of your bodies as he took off your clothes for the first time, making an absolute mess of himself when he finally got to the act.
But those gentle and somewhat shy touches were far lost inside his guts somewhere, instead, they were replaced with fierce and strong movements.
You turned around slowly, you could feel yourself getting aroused by this sudden role he was playing. And when you stared at those almost hollow eyes, you saw passion, lust and hunger all mixed up together in a ballad of desesperation.
His lips devoured yours not even a second after.
Your eyes were tight shut, savouring the sweet moment he was offering you. Your lips tried to move slowly, trying to enjoy this new facade, but he wouldn't let you.
His tongue was already inside your mouth when you felt his fingertips lower themselves down your body.
You knew he was an ass guy, it was absolutely cristal clear.
He would always grab your ass, brushing it off saying that it was an "accident". Pushing his hips into yours from behind whenever you couldn't reach for something, always walking right behind you whenever you two where with the group.
However, you didn't expect he liked... spanking.
It started off slow, giving you little taps as he grabbed and squeezed your butt. He pushed further into you, almost as if he wanted to break the wall behind you.
The kisses soon turned sloppy, soaking up both of your lips before he trailed them further down, and you had to bite your lip in order to not let any sounds yet.
His hair trickled your flushed cheek, hands quickly grabbing it as his kisses turned into bites, sucking your soft skin.
The crown of your hair hit the cold wall behind you, mouth agape as you let him sneak a hand behind your back, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as the other one caressed your hip.
Ready to finally use your voice tonight, you eventually opted not to. He had just became so... primal for you, you didn't dare to even make a question.
However, you wished this blissful moment lasted longer.
"Oop!"
A cut out yelp emerged from your mouth as his hands took ahold of your legs, lifting you up easily into the air.
He wrapped your legs around his hips, your crotch resting just above his belly button and, simultaneously, your arms embraced his neck for support.
You moved up and down thanks to his heavy steps and, trying to get payback from earlier, you started pecking his neck. Starting off gently, kissing and giving butterfly kisses into his jugular.
You noticed he became clumsier, almost tripping over as you sucked a hickie. Your kisses got wetter, hotter and your hand started to caress the back of his hair.
You giggled at his clumsy steps but as soon as you were placed on top of your chilly kitchen counter and saw his serious face once again, you quieted down.
His hands gripped your thighs as if they were his sword, his head coming down to rest on your neck once again to give you little pecks, weirdly more tenderly than the ones he had given you before.
But you pulled his mouth off you briefly.
"What's up with yo-"
"Who was he"
His eyes were finally looking at yours after a long while.
"What? What are you talki-"
"Who was that guy"
Your hands now rested on his shoulder blades, feeling the hard touch of metal bellow your right hand.
Frowning your brows, you tried to think about what guy was he talking about.
. . .
You smelled the aura and it smelt musky.
The first scent you picked out first was a strong breeze of sudden whisky, the wet and fermented barley filling up your nose.
Then you smelt a recognizable, stronge cologne floating around your head now. And when you lifted up your head, you saw him.
A mature, bearded man.
He was wearing a long black coat, some glasses keeping your curious eyes from staring at his own ones. You stayed there for a second, he looked oddly familar.
But before you could figure out who was that man, you came back to Earth, remembering that you were winding down after a long day in Seventh Heaven.
You grabbed your drink, resting for a while on your seat until your drink was halfway done.
But before you could walk away from that husky cloud, a large hand grabbed your shoulder, making you face the misterious man.
Your eyes lingered first on his fierce brown eyes, looking at his mature skin, you saw a scar on his left cheek that time had tried to heal, trying to match his skin colour.
You saw his lips move, but you had to re-think your answer before opening your own mouth.
"I saw you back there"
Okay.
You hadn't expected that phrase.
Where could he had seen you anyway? Was he following you?
"I like what you guys are doing for the Planet"
What?
You knew what you were doing was benefitial for the Planet, but Shinra worked so hard into putting your group as a terrorist one and actually killing way more people from the explosions than expected.
But why did he knew?
"Those Shinra guys deserve worse"
It came out as a mumble and you couldn't help but look at him with a puzzled expresion, accepting the friendly pats he gave on your shoulder, thanking you.
That was sweet. . .?
. . .
"Ohh, that man back there?"
He stopped his movements, almost as if letting you know that you were right.
"I saw him to-"
Now you were the one that cut him off, not boring to hide the sly smirk on your face.
"Wait, are you jealous?"
Suddenly his cheeks reddened, but before he could see your grin he lowered his head down into your neck once again.
Ready to make another snicker, you were interruped by his palm now resting on your panties, making you gasp.
His index finger moved up and down and you took matter into your own hands too, quite literally.
He hissed as your bold hand groped him too, trying to lure him into letting you give him some pleasure too.
"Let me make you feel good"
Your heated breathing sent cold shivers down his spine and, as your teeth lightly bit his ear, he lost it.
"So pretty"
You would always praise him, and it would always make him feel sort of bad, he would keep his own thoughts about how gorgerous you were to himself.
But he meant all of them.
His shirt and SOLDIER armour was now discared on the cold floor, your icy hands caressing his abs before finally getting down on your knees.
His absolutely favourite view in the whole Planet.
He helped you take off his belt, letting your overly-excited fingers do the rest of the work. And when you finally got face to face with him, he placed a reassuring hand on your head.
You started off with slow strokes, kitten-kissing his angry red tip. Sensually trailling lower and lower on his shaft just to tease him and rake higher and higher again.
Until he finally had enough, gripping quite hardly your hair.
"Get on with it"
He actually scared himself off at first with his demanding tone, his desesperation seemingly clear on his blushed cheeks as he stared down at you. And you complied, enjoying the choked out gasp you managed to pull out of his throat when you suddenly introduced him halfway into your wet cavern.
Lust filled eyes staring down at the mess you were making on his cock, gripping hardly the counter behind him as he tried not to buck his hips into your mouth.
Not only your sweet face was all in display for him to see, but your sweet, sweet ass was there too.
As dirty as it sounded inside his head
Your hands held his thighs hardly too, enjoying every sound you were being able to pull from him as you took him deeper and deeper. He was big, and it was almost funny how he didn't actually believe you could struggle to take him at first.
But it sure ignited something inside him
He throbbed when he saw you gag on him, help him reach his end with the help of your hand, your glossy eyes staring up at him.
He needed to feel you.
But not like this
So he took your face off him, smashing desesperately his lips against yours once again, feeling a fuzzy tingle inside him as he heavily rested on your lower stomach now.
His hands held your face ridiculously gently compared from how he had gripped your hair just a few seconds ago, walking you backwards until you met the counter once again.
"turn around"
His voice was deeper now, staring daggers into your eyes as he waited for you to obediently follow his lead. And you did.
You bent yourself down, ready to whatever he was going to give you this night right there and then.
And when you felt him pull your skirt up, you pushed your hips back into his hands, making him pull down your panties even slower than he intended to. Almost as if he was getting payback from before.
When they pooled through your ankles, his hand softly massaged your right cheek, feeding off your whines.
"Please"
However, he kept going.
No matter how hard he was, how hardly he wanted to fill you up, to feel you entirely around him once again. He wanted to show you how you were his, how he loved and desired you.
So, without thinking, the harsh sound of a "slap!" filled your ears and ceirtantly, your butt.
You couldn't help yourself but let out a pathetic moan, his hand now rubbing the red spot he had left. He had heard you, and it was the same sound you would let out whenever he was fingering you.
Did you actually like it?
So once he had tested the waters, he set his sights on slipping the nastiest mewls from your mouth tonight.
"Mmph- Cloud"
There it was, his name filling his ears the best way it could've had. So he started teasing your slit with his shaft, more slapping sounds filling up the small appartment as you almost rested your whole chest on the counter now.
You picked out the sound of plastic, something opening up. Which you later would guess was a condom.
But before you could make contact with the cold tile, his left arm surrounded your stomach, pulling you up into him, lips mere centimeters away from your ear.
"I'm going inside now, is that okay?"
How sweet
But sweet wasn't an adjective that matched his dirty and husky tone. His hand was now toying with your front, exposing you to the darkness as he squeezed your breasts now.
So you nodded, feeling suddenly too shy to speak to him.
"Too embarrassed to use your voice now huh?"
And you opened it, but it was useless to his tip now proding your entrance, slowly taking him further and further. Holding the arm that was embracing you, you rolled your head into his shoulder, silently whimpering at the warm feeling.
"Got you, almost there"
His reassuring tone he used with no one really never failed to make your knees feel like jelly.
But his adorable act lasted as quick as you managed to cum with his skilled fingers.
He started to move, and he was clearly desesperate. Setting off a crude, fast pace as you were now fully bent over, his hands gripping your hips. His middle finger was now circling quickly your clit, pulling off the nastiest moans he had wished for.
You imagined his glistening, lean form behind you, making you take all of him, using your tight walls in search for his climax. His hair all ruffled up, a bead of sweat trailing down into his v-line, and the sudden spanks your ass would recieve.
That was your last straw, mewling out his name as you soaked his cock.
And by the way you gripped him even harder, which he thought was impossible now, spasming around him violently.
He was done.
So he followed close behind, painting the plastic walls white, imagining it was you who was taking his load instead.
sum. Need boyfriend headcanons for cloud? SAY LESS.
warning: modern cloud, oc cloud srry I love him soft, might be a little self insert because of the stuff I like but that’s all
femreader! with she/her pronouns
song of the day: igual que un ángel - Kali uchis
boyfriend Cloud who knows your order by heart at your guys’ favorite coffee shop and no matter how many times he does it, it never fails to make you blush and impressed.
Boyfriend Cloud who never fails to make you ticklish especially during intimate moments that you can’t help but burst out laughing.
Boyfriend Cloud who sometimes can’t handle all the attention and affection so he distances himself but can’t help but miss you even more.
Boyfriend Cloud who loves picking you up from university on his motorcycle to show off especially knowing that Reno would be there. He is still very bitter that Reno was your first kiss in fifth grade and not him because he was too busy helping collect Tifa’s shopkins from the grass at recess.
Boyfriend Cloud who loves going to Aerith’s flower shop because he helps her make your bouquets extra pretty just for you. #bestfriendprivileges
boyfriend Cloud who has recurring nightmares of losing you to Sepiroth. No not the “I’ll steal your girl,” kind of way. More like he murders you and Aerith at the same time. Perhaps something from a past life?
Boyfriend Cloud who loves watching studio ghibli movies with you especially ponyo and spirited away. Let’s not get started on his love for Princess Mononoke.
Boyfriend Cloud who goes with you at the bookstore for now on to carry your books because he found out that a guy put his number inside of a book after catching it for you when you accidentally dropped it from your stack pile.
Boyfriend Cloud who’s COMPLETELY and UTTERLY obsessed with you. Not the annoying obsession, but the obsession that makes your tummy in knots and the cute things he loves to do for you. Whether it’s making you lunch for school/ work, leaving cute notes on your door handles, or literally dropping everything instantly for you when you call.
Boyfriend Cloud who hid in the bathroom after you guys had…yk…and too embarrassed to come out. If only he knew you were on the bed breathless and wanting more.
Boyfriend Cloud who baby trapped you. With a cat. Her names Honey and every time there’s an argument he uses her as an excuse to visit you. “We can’t let our cat have separated household problems,she needs both of her parents so please answer the door.”
Boyfriend Cloud who had no idea him getting a lip piercing would be in the way of kissing you for it to heal correctly. He ran out of the piercing shop and only agreed to come back to get a matching eyebrow piercing with you instead.
Boyfriend Cloud who not only made you a playlist, but this mf burned a cd for you, made tifa draw a one in a million piece of art for you for the cover, has a sticker of it on his car, and even bought a necklace that had the Spotify playlist code. So whenever a person flirts with him, he’ll hold it up and say, “scan this and read the description. That’ll be my answer for you.”
Boyfriend Cloud who didn’t understand why you were so obsessed with kpop, especially BTS. Him and jungkook have beef apparently. He also buys you albums all the time and even sacrifices himself to let you use his phone to make sure you guys get tickets to concerts.
Boyfriend Cloud who WILL call your work to call off. He doesn’t care, cuddles are more important.
Boyfriend Cloud who forces you to drink water whenever you hang. You always complain about headaches and he makes sure when you’re with him you’re hydrated.
Boyfriend Cloud who is addicted to Dr.Pepper. You gave him some when you two went to watch Barbie in the summer and it’s his holy grail. “We need to head to Costco, I ran out of my pepper.”
I wrote my first Cloud/Barret fic (under my 'smut' pen name) for the Holestice exchange
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I don't usually share my pen-name fic over on Tumblr, but this ended up more of an 'InterfaceLeader' fic than I expected (themes of loss/grief/connection) so even though it is explicit, you all might enjoy it :)
Cloud/Barret, canon-compliant, dealing with limb loss, PTSD, first times.
Cloud made a promise to Gaia, believing he would return to the past to stop Sephiroth from erasing Cloud’s existence. Unfortunately, things don’t go as planned. It didn’t help that the Goddess elected to solve the issue of his continued existence through the use of Sephiroth’s cells. Couldn’t she have made him a bit bigger at least?
When Sephiroth was called to an emergency in Hojo’s laboratory, he didn’t expect to find the Professor dead, nor was he expecting to walk out a father to a mysterious five-year-old boy. Nor was Shinra, for that matter. Nevertheless, he’ll adjust. He hopes.
Shinra’s SOLDIERs hadn’t expected to babysit Sephiroth’s new son, who may or may not be looking to commit patricide.
(AKA Gaia saw Sephiroth needing a family and yeeted Cloud at him like a son-shaped grenade.)
warnings: none. this one is wayyy longer than i intended it to be so i hope it’s okay. enjoy!
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5.30am.
There were rare times where Reno woke up before his alarm. Almost every time the sun happened to cascade through the hastily pulled curtains, and his eyes winced at the sudden influx of light that invaded his den. Sometimes, he attempted to burrow down and ignore the gagging consciousness dawning on him.
Mostly he gave up after tossing and turning, pulling his aching body out of bed and slamming a palm down on the clock to his side; saving its breath from any blaring.
He stumbled out of the bedsheets, half tangled and groggy in the vague direction of his bathroom. It was way too early for this shit.
Reno looked in the mirror and grimaced; his red hair was beginning to show its unsightly roots again. But only just, he could probably get away with it for another day or two.
“Gotta fix this up when I get the damn chance,” he muttered. It was flatter than usual, which was another step which he would have to fix.
Reno’s hands found themselves combing through his tresses once again, trying to tease the spiky layers to adhere to his wishes.
He leaned over the sink to the cupboard, opening the door with a frustrated sigh.
“Maybe it’s the hairdryer…not drying my fucking hair at all.”
His hands found what they were looking for- a round jar filled with clear liquid.
He unscrewed it open roughly and combed his hands through the gel, placing globs in chunks of hair and gradually layered the red locks over each other.
It was an intricate dance, a ritual that only Reno knew how to pull it off.
His routine was ingrained. Muscle memory, if you will. A peaceful fraction of time which was out of Shinra’s reach. It lay before the chaos and danger of the day, sacred and untouched…one of the few things Reno could have for himself.
The meeting. What could it possibly be about? It felt as if half the workload of a Turk was attending several meetings that posed as a very thin excuse of being necessary.
It was usually about protocol, mission preparations or debriefs that would be outlined later within countless files.
Files that he would barely glance at again, unless Tseng was on his case about it. Which he usually was…silently.
A hiss escaped Reno’s mouth through already gritted teeth as he pulled a stubborn strand into submission, a coat of gel easing the struggle.
Once that painstaking task was complete, Reno did a once-over glance in the mirror.
His hair was now gelled and styled into his usual spikes which left the easiest- but no less vital part of the long trail of red that rested down his back.
“Fucking…why do I do this to myself…” he muttered, reaching for a brush that rested on his sink.
As expected the hair was tangled from sleep, which was a pain in the ass to brush out; but it had to be done.
An empty bowl of long eaten cereal lay abandoned on the side, rustling being heard from the hallway.
A slim figure counted through his possessions off a mental list, adjusting goggles, straightening his low-cut black suit jacket giving his face a last look before leaving the safe haven into chaos.
Startling turquoise eyes glared into the reflection, waiting for a flaw to jump out and make itself known.
Nothing. Reno looked just the way he liked it. Shrugging off the last of the sleep plaguing him, out the door he went…and into the battlefield.
Opening the car door seemed to be a task that was extra difficult for him; the chill of the morning seeping through his overcoat and even through his suit jacket.
Flicking the heated seats onto full blast, Reno adjusted his seat and pulled out of the driveway, scanning the back of the car with narrowed eyes.
He could have left a little bit later, but when Tseng disclosed the meeting was taking place-that meant get into work as early as possible.
Assistants for the Vice President were constantly rearranging meeting slots and scheduling appointments which often overlapped with Turk duties.
Unfortunately for this department, escape was somehow never an option.
“These meetings are mandatory, unless a good reason is given otherwise.”
He never seemed to make up his mind, or remember that he had these meetings in the first place. He probably didn’t.
Why would someone so rich and powerful be inclined to actually do any work?
He didn’t actually have to work a single day in his life, really.
All of these pointless meetings were probably just a string pulled by his father, to keep the company’s best and only chance of survival never too far away.
Rufus, or Mister Vice President, was the center of the Turks’ orbit and always had been. Reno was willing to bet that security personnel duties would be shared once the time came.
Rude didn’t think so, arguing that it wouldn’t be practical. All those years, all that trust being wasted just because Rufus was next in line. Or even that there could be anyone better.
But weren’t the rich always somewhat frivolous? Everyone on Topside [and their father] had stocks tucked away somewhere. Usually Shinra.
Those kinds of people kept the visiting numbers of Costa Del Sol high. And often waltzed through Shinra’s corridors as if they were on a fucking school trip.
They’d be frothing at the mouth for a chance to even breathe the same damn air as Rufus.
Pulling into the company parking lot, the redhead yawned and pulled the handbrake up. Taking the keys out of ignition, he opened the driver’s side and leaned against it slightly.
The lighter’s flame kissed his fingers as he lit his cigarette. Reno didn’t flinch. Just inhaled and exhaled, trying not to shiver from the early morning winds.
He could have sworn that his hand was trembling from the cold, but made no move to get warmer. It was almost nice, a shock to the system to get the blood pumping.
Another inhale.
Exhale.
The prelude to an onslaught of Turk duties just waiting to begin. Reno felt a cough creeping up his throat and tugged the cigarette away from his mouth, using his other hand to cover it whilst he hacked up the smoke.
God, he breathed in weird again. Sometimes if he let himself get too relaxed, Reno was reduced to looking like a first-timer.
His eyes watered as he continued, streaming onto his suit’s sleeve.
Must have something to do with dehydration.
Yeah, definitely.
He threw the cig down and stomped on it, luxury leather snuffing out the flame.
After it was over Reno opened up his car again, grasping around for a bottle of water. It was here somewhere but- ah, there.
The first sip of water was a godsend, soothing his sore throat as he greedily drank it in.
“You’re here early,” a voice echoed in the silence of the empty car park. Reno found himself smirking as he finally got out of the car.
”Hah, don’t think I’m happy about it now,” he teased in return, watching the tall silhouette of Rude stride up to him.
He grabbed his belongings and goggles, securing them in their usual place on his forehead. His gloved hands fumbled for the car keys as he moved to get out, pulling them close and clicking the buttons to lock it.
“Could never, you’re always complaining about the mornings.”
Reno huffed out a laugh, hauling his bag over his shoulder and locking the vehicle, meeting Rude almost halfway to the building. The bitch had started walking in without him.
“Hey, what happened to waiting, partner?” Reno protested, rummaging around in his pockets to shove the lighter further out of view. He’d put it in a locker before the meeting- if only to keep Tseng’s inevitable disapproving looks at bay.
“Well, ain’t got no time to play around today. Tseng called me last night about the mission after this,” Rude deadpanned. Ah, right. A mission.
“Oh, yeah. That. Since when are these kinda ops last minute? I need to get a decent rest before a big one,” Reno spotted a mirror along the hallway and darted over and ran a gloved hand through his strands again, straightening out any spikes that he deemed unsatisfactory.
Rude adjusted the sleeves of his suit.
The foyer of Shinra seemed to already be bustling, frantic receptionists spilling tea or coffee in one corner, the arrival of hardcore trainee scientists in the other.
Despite the obvious leeway some Turks took with their uniform, there was an increased emphasis on proper presentation before a meeting with the Vice President.
Reno was always the biggest offender in the department, and never failed to be so infuriatingly blatant about it.
“Oh, is the princess fluffing up his hair? Kind of a wasted effort honestly,” a high-pitched, almost nasally voice cropped up beside the two Turks, making Reno snap his head sideways so hard he almost pulled something.
And there she was. Rookie of the Year.
Elena.
“Oh, and if it isn’t the flaky rookie who left me to finalise all of that paperwork last night,” Reno scoffed and turned back to the mirror. She wasn’t getting another response from him.
“Elena, glad to see you’re here,” Rude filled the silence in his partner’s place, stoic as per usual. The blonde turned to him and gave an uneasy grin.
”Oh, h-hello sir. Good to see you bright and early, too!” she managed between panic-ridden dusts of her already immaculate uniform.
Reno finally finished his sprucing and slung his bag over his shoulder once again, noticeably a little more put together than when he pulled up.
Seeing Elena still hanging around like a lost puppy made him roll his eyes.
“Rude, meeting!” he called out, before sauntering off towards the Turks floor. He didn’t have to turn around to know that his partner would be catching up, and so carried on.
Shoulda grabbed an iced coffee or something, he thought but made no move to divert his path. There was no time when so much preparation had to be executed flawlessly.
The Turks didn’t do below flawless.
Rude caught up to his side just as they reached the elevator, and hit the button engine waiting for its arrival. Reno fidgeted with his collar whilst Rude remained still, only occasionally moving to check his watch.
The lift arrived, the two Turks piling in the confined space. Rude moved to press their floor, but Reno beat him to it.
He flashed a smirk at his partner, who just shook his head and concealed a small smile.
After a painful few minutes of barely concealed laughing (Palmer got in after them on the phone, appearing to fail to appease someone important), the doors finally opened to the freedom of their domain.
Elena was somehow already there, still fretting over her uniform. Her eyes seemed trained on Tseng, flitting away for a second but always finding her gaze right back at him.
She caught Reno’s eye and looked down, with her face burning.
He fought once again to keep a straight face.
As he moved towards his desk near the back of the office, Tseng spotted him and made his way over briskly.
“Reno, good to see you. I trust you are prepared for the forthcoming mission after this meeting?”, he asked, voice lowered but his eyes were pressing for something.
Reno nodded, not entirely convincing, but Tseng opted to spare him this morning from a professional lecture, and sat down after setting his bags aside.
The room quietly entered into its own sense of chaos, the kind that the endless of papers and a subpar coffee machine could be.
Reno started by shoving an unfinished report into a drawer, not sparing it another glance.
He glanced over his desk and caught sight of a clock.
It read 7:10. Fuck, was that it? The VP wasn’t anywhere in sight, so it’d be unlikely if the meeting started before 8.
Benefits of being the next most important person in the city.
Must be nice.
Reno let out a sigh and slumped back into his chair. The flittering and the bustling was beginning to grate on his nerves.
He felt somebody looking at him and tilted his head upwards and smirked. Rude, even through his sunglasses, seemed to force his gaze through them as he strolled over with two cups of coffee.
“Well, you’re being nice today,” Reno teased, barely waiting before the cup lowered onto the desk before he grabbed it.
He hissed as the steaming mug burned his hand, but made no move to stop himself from quickly blowing on the drink and sipping it.
Rude made a quiet ‘tut’ and shook his head, Reno throwing up a middle finger as he placed the mug down.
“One day, you’re really going to regret not letting it cool down,” Rude remarked. He pulled up a creaky chair and sat across from Reno, who was now attempting to fan his mouth from the heat.
“Oh, screw you. Everyone knows it’s best to get caffeine straight and fresh, to get the most out of it,” Reno replied, rolling his eyes and leaning back once more in his chair.
The chaos that had echoed from the hallway was now subsided.
It was silent in the office, bar from Tseng’s usual hurried typing and Elena, who had barely uttered a word, sat and scrutinised paperwork.
The shuffling made it hard to focus.
Reno and Rude just sipped on their coffee, taking a moment before chaos would soon erupt again.
Tseng suddenly stood up, just as the Vice President waltzed through the office door, meticulous as always but a certain glint in his eye that Reno found familiar.
Rufus never spared a glance at Elena, who had scrambled out of her chair to greet him out of respect and sat back down with a silent sigh of relief.
Reno couldn’t help but let a sly smirk of amusement spread across his face, before bringing his mug to his face to conceal it.
“Everyone, prepare to move to the main meeting room in a few minutes,” the VP’s voice announced.
He turned to where the remaining two Turks were sitting and gave a curt nod in greeting.
Reno and Rude returned it, before getting up and gathering their belongings.
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The walk to the main room seemed to drag on, the endless rooms and door opening and shutting in tandem made Reno’s head feel like it was shrinking.
Eventually, Rufus shuffled them all into a spacious office with a long table, stretching along the room.
Five glasses of water had been placed on expensive-looking placemats at the far end.
”Please take a seat, the meeting will commence shortly,” Rufus announced, striding to his seat at the head.
Tseng took the seat to his right with Reno across from him.
The Vice President stayed standing.
“I have gathered you here for two main reasons today. I believe that Tseng has briefed you slightly on the intended plans for Sector 7, but I also wish to prepare you for the forthcoming mission today.”
Reno blinked and sat up, his interest curdling with unease.
Rufus placed down a figure on the table, then drew his hand back.
“What is this figurine on the table?” he asked, voice laced with curiosity.
A hand raising could be seen out of the corner of Reno’s eye and the only reason he didn’t roll them was the sight of the Big Guy before him.
“It looks like a mako reactor, sir.” Elena was factual and concise, seeming to have found her voice in the suffocating emptiness of this meeting.
“That’s right,” Rufus picked up the figure and looked down at it, a small smirk gracing his features.
“This mako reactor is one of the strongest assets that Shinra has at its disposal. It allows us to,” he briefly paused,” borrow from the planet, to allow our world to flourish.”
Rufus’ hand continued to play with the figure as he pulled his chair towards him.
“So. With that being said, we all understand the importance of these reactors. They run everything. They are the bare bones and pillars of Midgar’s way of life,” Rufus continued.
He sat with one leg crossed now, his gaze focused on his Turks.
“They need to be protected.”
Nobody made a move or said a word to this, allowing their superior’s words to soak into the air.
Reno frowned, his brows scrunched together in slight confusion. This wasn’t news to him, or to anyone sitting at this table.
But the Turks weren’t usually the ones to be concerned with the reactors.
It was grunt work for he knew. Or cared.
He felt a nudge under the table on his foot. Tseng’s non-verbal warning to fix his face.
”Are you all with me so far?” Rufus finally asked, his voice sounding mildly curious but not without a slight…pressure.
They all hummed in acknowledgement, save for Reno who cleared his throat.
“All due respect boss, but I thought that SOLDIER had more of a hand in the reactors?” he observed, ignoring the feeling of Tseng’s subtle glance his way.
Rufus only let out a short laugh as he turned his full attention to the redhead, blonde stray hairs falling over his eyes as his head tilted.
”I promise this is relevant, Reno,” he replied. A draw could be heard opening, the rustling of papers and other objects filling the silence.
A remote was whisked out of the drawer, Rufus clinking a single button with a flourish.
The screen behind him was suddenly aglow with the signature turquoise of mako, taking up the screen with so much colour it made Reno’s eye twitch.
”Mako is our energy source. It churns up what we can take from the planet…giving us, those below in the slums,” Reno bit his tongue at this,” and thus, powering Shinra.”
The screen flicked to an image of a war-stricken setting; flames raging flames kissing the outskirts of a street.
Civilians were either running so fast you could almost sense the frenzy, the speed- or they were lying limp on the ground.
“We have had up to 23% rise in terrorist behaviours in the last 7 months,” Tseng had seemingly reached his silent cue, standing up but staying in his spot at the table.
“But it seems to point to one group more than all the rest,” as he spoke, the image shifted and zoomed in.
A scrawl could barely be made out on a filthy makeshift flagpole, burn marks tarnishing the fabric.
AVALANCHE.
Rude gave a tense sigh at Reno’s side, leaning back and crossing his arms. His gaze had not wavered from the screen since it was turned on.
If Rufus wasn’t here he’d scoff at it too. All of this pomp to explain terrorism?
What a cruel joke.
”i know that Avalanche is no news to any of us,” Tseng began cautiously ,”but they are rapidly starting to gain more power, as well as a reputation, among the people.”
”But isn’t that mostly from the slums?” Elena questioned, her face turning a light shade of pink as the focus was now on her.
Tseng gave a curt, non-commital nod and put his hands on the table.
”There are far more people in the slums than up on the plate. Many of them are likely undocumented, unaccounted for. That gives an advantage to groups such as Avalanche to claw their way in.”
”These…attacks. They haven’t all been connected to Avalanche,” Rude suddenly spoke up. We can’t begin accusing those below the plate simply because it’s not likely they work for the company.”
Reno, who was taking a much-needed sip of water, almost choked.
His eyes widened and scanned the room, before side-eying Rude with a barely concealed glint of amusement.
Rufus only looked thoughtful, eyes lowered to the reactor figurine once again.
Nobody dared move a muscle, awaiting his response. Even Tseng seemed to be holding his breath.
“Of course,” he finally uttered. “Not everyone is connected-but someone is going to know something.”
He turned his back on them, facing the screen completely.
”After all, the reason my father put forward the Sector 7 outline is for insurance.”
”The last possible intent…the final plan, is to wipe out the terrorist base.”
Reno felt his heart sink.
His hand gripped the side of the table as an effort to ground himself but the only thing he could feel was just pure dread.
”I believe that the meeting has concluded- which leaves us to prepare for a more pressing matter.”
The voices of Tseng and the Vice President were no longer distinguishable.
Reno snapped back into reality.
Right. The mission. It was a rare occurrence that he felt relief to talk about a mission.
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The crowd was relentless, suffocating with the sheer amount of civilians who were desperate to lay their eyes on a Shinra executive.
Reno rolled his eyes but stuck to Rude’s side as they followed Tseng through the swarms of people. He hissed, tripping slightly when someone slammed into him.
“O-oh, I’m so sorry, I got pushed-,” the culprit was scrawny kid, no older than sixteen at least. He was dirty, frantic, stumbling to his feet and pleading.
Reno straightened himself up and waved the kid off with a warning look, the boy soon squeezing through slivers and gaps between the crowd.
The more he trudged through the stream of civilians, the more Reno couldn’t help but notice the blind delight in their faces.
Mothers were holding children on their hips, waving at the soldiers, the poor kids’ faces being marred by confusion but joyous still.
A hand on his shoulder made Reno snap out of his observation, Tseng’s face etched in concern as he mouthed “are you alright?”
Reno nodded yes, going to shove Tseng’s grip on his shoulder, but he moved it anyway.
His face was cold, rigid and unreadable to these outsiders, but Reno knew that his eyes told the truth.
And they were disbelieving.
The people. The triumphant music that was playing, slightly muted so that the crowd could hear Scarlet rattle on about her cutting edge Shinra weaponry.
Reno couldn’t stand to look at her smug expression, the one that she seemed to wear constantly. He tried not to falter his movements and kept walking.
Thankfully Tseng and Rude were still ahead in his line of sight, as were the company cars that had been sent to pick them all up.
Finally.
”God, how many people?” he muttered, rubbing at a cut on his cheek.
It felt as though he had only just managed to grasp air, just as though he’d been trapped in an underwater cave.
Two 3rd-Class’ walked towards him and offered to take his things.
Reno obliged with a grunt but kept a firm grip on his Electro-Mag rod, to which the soldiers said nothing and did not press.
He wandered off to the left side of the car, reaching for the handle when he felt a sudden stab of pain from his side.
The redhead gripped the handle and threw it open. His body trembled with the effort maneuvering into the car, gritted teeth and tensed.
One of the soldiers moved to help but Reno held his hand up and stopped the guard in his tracks, then moved back towards the car and slid onto the leather seats.
The Mag-Rod was secured, turned off and placed on the floor. Rufus was adjusting his seat whilst the driver checked the mirrors.
Reno could see a woman, nestled in the shadowed outskirts of the crowd. Her head was bowed slightly, hair falling slightly past her ears.
He couldn’t but lose himself in the sight of her, so disconnected from all the commotion that was unfolding and yet so peaceful.
All of that unforgivable chaos, and this woman was simply perched on the world outside of it.
Reno didn’t hear Tseng ask him a question.
”-ou alright to go?” his voice cutting through his distraction.
Reno nodded mindlessly, his faraway gaze not straying from the woman for a second.
She was peaceful to watch.
He desired that peace for himself. He let out a sigh, the exhaustion of the day falling over him silently.
One day, maybe.
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hope you liked this! i really REALLY tried to make the dialogue coherent and not too ooc. i’m figuring out that i’m far better at writing dialogue for oneshots lmao 😩
congrats on 500 followers! for your event could i request putting together ikea furniture with pre-nibelheim sephiroth please? seph doing mundane tasks is such a cute concept to me 😭
thank you!
“. . are you sure it’s supposed to be put together like that?”
you huff, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you look back at sephiroth from behind you. you wouldn’t have minded some company from him any other time, but seeing the way his lips curled into a smile as he watched you struggle with the stupid nuts and bolts that wouldn’t fit in their proper locations, the hot sensation of frustration couldn’t help but prick at your ears.
“i’m trying,” you turn back to your project — maybe one that was failing a little bit but nonetheless still a project you wouldn’t give up on.
the size of sephiroth’s shadow grew as he made his way to crouch down next to you, the scent of bergamot and a fresh, woodsy cologne hitting you in the face as you look over to him. watching as he cocked his head, slit pupils darting along the set as he held a curious finger to his lips.
“would you care for me to assist you?” whether it was the close proximity or the way his voice lowered when he assessed the small instructional pamphlet that came with the furniture ( maybe it was a mixture of both ), but you couldn’t help but gaze at him.
truly a rare sight you had been gifted with. sephiroth no longer armor clad with the discomfort of his battles clinging onto him, instead you’re met with a white t-shirt perhaps a size too small as it hugs the firmness of his body. or.. perhaps you’ve just forgotten how strong he really is. it’s a nice change of pace, getting small notes of your body wash when he finally whips his head around to look at you.
he laughs, “let me rephrase,” the way his eyes crinkle with the soft chuckle you unintentionally evoke out of him is satisfying, you’d really like to hear it more often. “do you need me to assist you?” he alters the previous question. the way his eyes follow yours when you try to subtly avert his gaze is intense. he finds it cute, though — he remains still as he awaits your answer.
“i mean. . .” you trail off. you look back at the instructions and back at the screwdriver that lies limp in your palm, the redness of your hand still evident from how hard you were gripping the tool making you wince before you’re met with the cool hands of your beloved wrapping his around yours. his fingers curl around the tool before he uses his other hand to close your hand on his.
you look back up at him. he smiles once more. “i’ll take that as a yes.”
and you must admit, sitting on top of the couch while your boyfriend works at building this unnecessarily difficult desk chair you had been begging to go look at while he still had a day off, wasn’t so bad. you truly were spoiled by him, he thinks, but then again — he wouldn’t have it any other way.
your lips twitch upwards at the small sight of his pink tongue slipping through the corner of his lips in concentration, only darting out to moisten them a bit before they purse back into an assiduous pout.
“it’s not polite to stare, you know,” he mutters. you don’t falter, merely resting your head on your palm.
“i can’t admire the beautiful man before me?”
he lets a huff of amusement escape through his nose, maybe a combination between a scoff at how often you had managed to slip it in the conversation. he shakes his head at you fondly. “i suppose you could,” he mumbles.
you smiled as you tuck a silver strand behind his own ear, watching as he picks up another tool and gives you a half-smile from the corner of his peripheral. yeah, you thought, truly a rare sight you had been gifted with.
