Cloud Strife Should Have Been Your Enemy But Instead He Is Your Lover
Pairing: Cloud Strife x Reader
Tags: fluff, secret relationship, enemies to lovers, precious time, kissing, tension
Prompt: They were raised to hate each other. But then they meet, outside the context, outside the war, and start to realize they’re not what they were taught. And it wrecks them both. - List
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A/N: I got my friend into Final Fantasy! Writing this to celebrate that! Enjoy, comment, reblog and all that good stuff!
A tight, dimly lit allayway wasn't really an ideal spot to meet your boyfriend, but... when your boyfriend was one of your mortal enemies you couldn't really be too picky. It wasn't like you could walk down the street holding hands, kissing and flirting or kissing and whispering sweet nothings as you rent a room for the night. That was for normal couples. Couples where the pair isn't supposed to kill each other.
You and Cloud were supposed to be enemies, and for all everyone else knew, you were still enemies. There were a few places where you could go, a vacation, for which you would have to plan for months in advance. No time for that. Instead all you had was a amount of limited time in this limited space.
When these dates, if one could call them that, started it wasn't without a few fist fights and cutting words. In between those a few flirty lines snuck in, and after that kisses followed.
Right now it was almost funny to you and you grinned when you saw Cloud sneaking through the shady looking streets into an an even shadier looking alley to meet you with the same grin.
He looked over his shoulder before leaning in to kiss you properly. You missed the feeling of his lips on yours, you wanted to drink in every sensation of him that didn't involve fighting. "You're a little tense. Were you followed? Is that why it took you a while to get here?"
Cloud fidgeted in place, as much as he could when he was trapped between you and a stone wall. "I don't think I was followed, but I'm a little shorter on time today. Apparently I need to rest and recover, no thanks to a certain someone." He poked you into your ribs, a spot he knew he hit during your fight the day before.
You grunted and poked him back, making him grunt as well. "Want me to kiss it better? Without clothes in the way I mean."
A pink hue spread across his face, over the bridge of his nose. "We'd need to rent a room for that. I don't think we can right now but... some other time I'd love to... help each other heal from inflicted injuries."
The fact that you gave those injuries to each other could be overlooked for the time being. Actually part of you suspected that you both targeted areas for which clothes would have to come off to kiss them better. It was a really masochistic style of foreplay. But it worked for the two of you just fine.
As long as you didn't get discovered. Even if you did you were both prepared to make a stand for your love.
☁︎ bf!cloud who isn’t good with feelings. he struggles to understand them, don’t even think about sharing them. all he knows is that he thinks you’re pretty and he likes being around you
☁︎ bf!cloud who shows his love through acts of service (he is a mercenary ofc). he’ll wash the dishes, clean the litterbox, bring you snacks throughout the day.
☁︎ bf!cloud who is subtle with his physical affection. he’ll interlace his fingers with yours. if another guy gets too close, he’ll pull your arm so you’re standing by him.
☁︎ bf!cloud who notices the small things. “I liked that dress you wore for our first date. the green one, remember?”
☁︎ bf!cloud who geeks out when he gets comfortable with you. he loves it when people ask about his bike. you’d try to flirt with him, asking for a ride, but he’d miss the shot completely. “you gotta be careful. it’s heavier on the right side because of the engine placement. if you don’t compensate when you turn, you’ll end up drifting.”
☁︎ bf!cloud who secretly enjoys your praise. he likes hearing that you’re proud of him or that he’s doing good. everytime you compliment him, he blushes and stutters but brushes it off if you call him out.
☁︎ bf!cloud who likes sparring with you because you’re the only one who can keep up. he tries to teach you how to use his sword. it backfires when you manage to take the sword from him, push him to the ground, and hold it to his neck (he’s turned on).
☁︎ bf!cloud who likes to tease you. “do you think I’m pretty?” you’d ask. “you’re alright,” he’d say. but he’ll look at you like you hung the stars.
☁︎ bf!cloud who has a soft spot for you. he’s kind of a dick to everyone he meets but he’s always sweet with you. his voice is more gentle, he speaks slower. his eyes are intrigued, waiting for what you have to say next.
☁︎ bf!cloud who nuzzles into you like a cat when you sleep together
a/n: trying to get used to cloud x reader. feels weird cuz I like him with tifa. we'll see where this goes
cw: sfw, fluff, mention of human anatomy, physiology jargon, sephiroth may be ooc, gn reader, not proofread, shoddy grammar, the ending is a little weird because i didnt know what to put.
a/n: i wrote this because my back hurts like really really bad but tbh i dont think i should be feeling this way because im still 16 💀
coming home after a long day out on your feet somehow had left your back feeling sore. as you fumbled with your keys to open up your apartment door, the ache in your back only worsened. you sighed as you turned the knob after unlocking your door, swinging it open and rubbing the back of your neck while stepping inside. the door shut behind you by itself while you went to remove your shoes and amble further into your apartment. choosing to drop onto your couch face-first and unceremoniously, you groaned. your back was killing you. maybe it was from the odd way you had slept last night, or from the shrimp posture you typically adopted when sitting at a desk for hours. whatever it may have been, it festered in your spine, a persistent ache in every vertebrae, caudal to cephalic. you let out a small huff, and attempted to stretch your back out while you rose from the couch. you twisted your back, successfully loosening some of your lumbar vertebrae, and brought your arms behind you and stretched, further opening up your thoracic vertebrae. despite these leaps in your pain management, your cervical, and parts of your upper thoracic spine still ached. you tried stretching for the better half of an hour, finding increasingly more complicated ways to stretch in an effort to feel some relief, yet your efforts remained in vain, your upper back was still killing you. you did the only thing you could do in response to this, and flopped down onto the couch. you opened your phone and chose to mope around, a fine response to your predicament. however, salvation was near, as tonight was one of the few nights that your boyfriend- midgar’s poster boy sephiroth- would visit you. true to your plans, the knob to your door jangled and in came sephiroth, albeit in a more casual look with a face mask and cap in order to avoid being recognized on the way here. he removed both items and let down his hair as he stepped further into your apartment and greeted you.
“laying down on the couch?” he asked with a slight smile tracing his lips. you could only groan in response.
“seph, god, my back is killing me!” you sat up and allowed him to sit beside you. you turned to him, and leaned into his chest. he met his lips with yours and stroked your thigh up and down, allowing you to bask in his warmth. his long hair tickled your nose since it got all up in your face, especially as he pressed his cheek to yours and rubbed it. you couldnt help but aliken him to a cat in your mind. you thought that if you listened closely enough you might even hear him purr in contentment.
“get up, i think i know how to help you.” he said quietly after a few minutes of cuddling you tightly. you obliged him, quickly seeking the relief you’d spent an hour trying to find. he came behind you and snaked his strong arms near your diaphragm. you could feel his heart against your back, along with the other contours and sinews of his lean muscles. you fought off a small grin, you really lucked out with this one.
“am i holding you too tight?” he questioned, his warm breath tickling your ear.
“no, this is fi-ine” you stumbled over your words as he buried his face into your neck and bit it. you could smell his special tsubaki hair mist, so you breathed it in after a long while of not seeing him. the scent was comforting, and undoubtedly him. you scoffed and reached behind you to find a lock of his hair to tug in retaliation as he had a good laugh at your expense.
“couldn’t help myself, sorry.” he laughed into your ear again, before he tightened his hold slightly and lifted you into the air for a few seconds. you were like featherweight to him, his strength often allowed him to roughhouse with you with reckless abandon during your more playful moments. regardless, your back made a very audible cracking noise, letting go of a whole day of tension, and as he set you down, you felt a lot looser than you had five minutes ago. you stretched your back and twisted left and right to test out your newly unkinked spine as he stepped back and appreciated being with you. you turned around to thank your savior and gave him a kiss on the cheek while you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands came to rest on your waist.
“my hero!” you jokingly swooned. he smiled slightly in response to this and touched your forehead to his, staring into your eyes with his own cat-like pupils. he held you for a few minutes, opting to stroke your back where it had been aching prior, allowing you to melt into his arms. he pressed his lips against yours again, then pressed them to your cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, anywhere that you would let him, really.
It’s still early, around dawn, when Sephiroth wakes up. For the first time in what feels like forever, he’s slept through the entire night, unbothered by nightmares or the burning questions that always haunt him when he lies awake at night. But not tonight. Tonight, he just… slept.
All thanks to the soft pile of warmth that’s tucked into his side and clings to him, buried beneath the blanket. You’re still sound asleep, your breathing quiet and even, your entire body relaxed and calm. Sephiroth is pretty sure that you had your back towards him when you fell asleep the evening prior but at some point during the night, you must’ve snuggled up to him like this. Your hand rests on his chest, your nails lightly digging into his skin, and your legs are tangled with his.
It will never cease to amaze him how clingy and adorable you can be with someone like him. He’s no saint, he’s done horrible things in the past and will do them in the future, but here you are, trusting him enough to sleep so peacefully right next to him.
A hint of a smile flashes over Sephiroth’s face as he looks down at your sleeping form, at the way your nose scrunches up when you mumble something incoherent, and he can’t help but brush his fingertips against your cheek. Your mumbles turn into a content sigh as you shift your position and nestle closer to him.
His smile widens. He can’t remember the last time he felt so… at ease. It’s like none of his concerns, none of his worries matter as long as you are here by his side. In moments like this, Sephiroth just knows that you’re the only thing that keeps him sane in this awful world.
You mumble something again, something that vaguely sounds like his name, and he wraps his arm around you and gently squeezes you against him. If this would be his forever, he’d gladly accept it.
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Hi dottie! May i have sephiroth with fake dating ends up for them falling for you? If it’s taken then the lazy makeout sesh would be ok too. Congrats on 500 you deserve it 💕
✧˖° ended up doing second prompt just because i had an idea for it lol
sephiroth is cool — not just in the way that he’s admired by his peers and fans across midgar ( even though he totally is ), but even his hands, coursing through your hair as he keeps his lips locked on yours is cool. compared to the warmth of your body heat, his is a deep contrast that only washes over you in small sheens waves of fluster as his hands will gently find you once more.
sephiroth doesn’t necessarily, ‘make out’. he’ll kiss you, and he’ll let his feelings envelop him ( something he’s awfully foreign to ) while he allows himself to melt into you.
you can pull an occasional hum from him once you brush your fingers against his sharp jaw, feeling along the chiseled bone behind the soft flesh of skin that decorated him. tilting his head, his eyelashes flutter as you connect again — lips locking as his teeth softly latch onto your bottom lip.
it almost feels too careful, the way he’s so gentle with his touch. despite his inexperience, it almost feels like you’re the one who doesn’t know what they’re doing. his eyes, so piercing as you watch the swirls of azure mako flow within them at the small breaks ( really, only a second or so before you lock lips again ) you two take in between kisses. they tease in a certain way words can’t.
and after a moment, your lips falter — the pace slowing down into a smooth andante as you lean back onto the bed, the only place sephiroth claims he feels comfortable enough to have you. you can’t blame him, though. with how much his personal life is on display, you don’t mind having some alone time exclusive to yourselves.
“growing tired already, are we?” he murmurs against your lips, evoking a small hum of affirmation from you. your hands find their way into his hair, carding through the silkiness that you always beg him to teach you about, knowing he’ll merely shake his head and scoff; claiming he’ll show you another day.
you roll your eyes as you hear him whisper, “your beauty is so blinding,” while he thumbs at a small mark on your cheek.
“such a sap.”
“possibly,” he interlocks his fingers with yours, pulling away after what felt like hours, finally taking the moment to gaze at you. your facial features; every pore and every lash, he admired it all. you were human, more human than he had ever felt. a true charitable being that he is reminded of with every beat of your pulse, throbbing against his own as he presses his hands up to yours.
his fingers, still cold, find their warmth when they’re with yours. something he always finds endearing.
“tired?” he chuckles at your drooped eyes, lashes barely fluttering as you try to manage to stay awake. your arms wrap around his shoulders, broad under his light shirt ( something you’re still not used to seeing him in, his SOLDIER attire becoming a second skin at this point ), as you pull him into you. “little bit,” you hoarse out, voice raspy from the lack of usage over the past few kisses.
and as he laughs, you pull him into one last kiss even though you both know it’ll end up lasting a little longer than you say it will. his low laughter fills the air as his hands cradle your face, ever so delicate. this is home, he thinks — and this is more human than ever before.
𐙚 dottie’s 500 event - 🍡 ( action ) prompt !!
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𐙚 non-500 requests are closed — august nineteenth, 2024 ( 8:58pm )
synopsis: while you’re admiring the sky, Cloud is admiring you
The inky canvas stretched endlessly above you both - brilliant pinpricks of stardust twinkling against the deep indigo backdrop.
A gentle breeze whispers past, briefly rustling the tall blades cradling your forms before settling into a tranquil lull once more. You inhale deeply, allowing the crisp night air to fill your lungs as a serene smile blossoms across your lips.
Out of your peripheral vision, you catch the slightest shift of movement...followed by Cloud's unwavering stare burning into the side of your face with an intensity you've never quite encountered from the typically stoic swordsman before.
His piercing gaze seems to smolder straight down to your core in a manner that causes your pulse to quicken traitorously.
"Everything’s okay, Cloud?"
You tear your eyes from the celestial expanse to meet his head-on - tone laced with a teasing lilt despite the flush you can feel blossoming high on your cheekbones.
"You're looking at me like I just sprouted a second head or something."
The blonde ex-SOLDIER doesn't so much as flinch at being so blatantly called out. In fact, his scrutiny somehow manages intensifying further as those glowing mako irises roam every plane and delicate contour of your features with open reverence.
The way the moonbeams cast ethereal shadows across your skin...those rosy lips slightly parted on a breathy sigh...dark tendrils stirring in the zephyr's wake to frame your delicate visage...
You make for such an utterly breathtaking vision in this instant etched into nature's sublime backdrop; Cloud is momentarily robbed of coherent speech while simply basking in your radiance.
Like staring straight into the sun's dazzling corona without the obscuring filter of those polarized lenses he usually hides behind.
"I—" His usually gruff baritone emerges far hoarser and more tremulous than intended when he finally manages unclenching his jaw enough to speak.
Cloud's adam's apple visibly bobs along the taut column of his throat while he falters.
"Sorry, it's just...you look really pretty, sitting out here under the stars like this."
You can practically feel the tips of your ears scorching from the unexpected sincerity now coloring those words - all traces of his customary sarcasm or monosyllabic brusqueness utterly stripped away.
And the look of naked wonder creasing Cloud's brow as his full lips tug upwards into one of his increasingly frequent half-smiles is the final catalyst catalyzing your heart into an erratic gallop against your ribcage.
Whether emboldened by the secluded intimacy of this wee-hour respite from chaos or simply too transfixed by you in this instant to bother concealing his blatant regard any longer...in this sliver of peace suspended between one fraught breath and the next, your longtime comrade gazes upon you like the rarest jewel amidst the Planet's boundless treasures.
And there's no mistaking the way his eyes briefly drift down to linger on the inviting seam of your lips when you unconsciously sweep your tongue out to moisten them in anticipation.
Cloud blinks slowly as if awaking from a trance before hastily tearing his heated stare away - his cheeks now matching the vivid crimson of yours…
Your roughed up voice ringed inside his ears, skin glistening under the already burning sun that peeked through the window and into the bed, bathing the room in a natural lighting.
"Cmon, those 5 minutes are over already"
Groaning, you pushed your face into the pillow he had laid his head on just a while ago. Muffling your protests into the cushion you also smelled it, that familiar masculine aroma filling up your nostrils.
You were just about to doze off once again until a pair of arms wrapped around your legs, pulling you down the mattress with a yelp before they quickly turned you around, snatching you up.
With your head spinning you rapidly grabbed into whatever would make you more stable, it being his lower back as you opened your eyes only to see that the floor was weirdly up.
"Hey- put me down you animal!"
He didn't respond, how weird.
He started walking, and with each step he took the sleepiness of your brain was starting to dissipate, making notes of every feeling around you once again.
His right hand had you hanging off his shoulder as he grabbed your lower waist, just with one hand.
Always showing off
Your words fell deaf into his ears and you were starting to suspect that he was actually enjoying carrying you around like that. He always did; grabbing your hips to pull you up so you could grab whatever you wanted to, princess carrying you to bed whenever you fell asleep working on your desk or in the sofa, snatching you up whenever he wanted to cuddle...
He really loved manhandling you everytime he could, the way you would try to pull yourself off him was such a cute view for him.
"Are you done?"
He looked into your face for once, a small smile forming on his face at your pout. He had finally put you down, on top of your kitchen counter, hissing at the coldness of it.
"Want something?"
He locked eyes with you as he held some eggs on his hand, toast in the other. You smiled, appretiating his cooking attempts on slow mornings like this.
Oh how you loved him, dearily.
Always dreaming of watching his dried up drool on his cheek, his messed up hair and shallow breathing. The morning sun kissing all over his torso, making you jealous. However, he also looked weird, finally settled down with you, no more hidden emotions and no more fighting for the planet.
He was truly ethereal to you, the same way you were also for him. You had saved him from the darkest pit inside his head, staying by his side even when he had pushed you away.
"Seen enough yet?"
"Oh shut up"
His smirk grew wider and you finally saw that he was starting to make breakfast for you too, exactly what you would have told him to cook.
"I don't want breakfast-
You said with a mumble as you nudged his shoulder, grabbing it and pulling him into you, opening your legs so he could nestle between them.
He let you hug his neck, trap him in between your legs as he reached out to mix the eggs in a bowl. Starting to pepper little kisses into his neck you noticed the small hairs on his back stand up, smiling into his skin as you raked softly your nails against his back.
You smiled, noticing his sudden clumsiness as you had him nestled inside a love trap, your legs pulling him closer against you.
"Y/n, I'm gonna burn the toasts"
He sighed at your giggles, trying to break free until he noticed that you had both of the toasts already on the plate he had prepared, giving him a wink.
"You sure are a minx"
He laughed out before giving you what you really were needing until he stopped midways, his nose touching yours as he looked into your already closed eyes, waiting for his taste.
When you opened them you knew you had already fucked up, managing to catch a glimpse of greek yogurt on his fingers before he had smoothered it on the tip of your nose.
"Gotta pay more attention"
He cutely mimicked your wink, finally being able to do so the way you had previously taught him too, laughing at his attempts.
Warnings//genre::MENTIONS SA, DRUGS, VOMITING, strangers to (eventually) lovers,
Pairing:: 7!Cloud x cat!hybrid!fem!reader
A/N:: I would be absolutely blown away if this fanfic got more than 2 likes. Like that would be unheard of for my ff7 content
Cloud isn't one to be interested in people, especially not at a first glance. A first impression means nearly nothing to Cloud because he will either not hold it against you or he will simply forget. However you were a person who couldn't ignore because frankly you one of a kind, nothing he had ever seen before. A hybrid.
He had seen hybrids between two creatures before from Shinra experiments and Mako explosions but something like this was completely foreign to him. He sat at the bar per usual though, not wanting to draw attention to himself. Tifa was talking his ear off like always as he drank a few shots. However, when you sit down she runs over to you, hooking you up with a drink. However, Cloud notices a chemistry between the two girls. He watches attentively as the two talk.
Tifa finishes up and returns to cloud. "So like I was saying I'm thinking it's best if we...are you listening?" She huffs as he notices his attention drawn elsewhere.
"Partially," he responds sweet and simple. Tifa arches a brow at him. "Who's that girl?" He tilts his head towards you as you mind your business, talking with some other people.
"Oh that's Y/N, she comes around here often and she lives in the room below you at rhe motel," Tifa explains as she looks at you aswell. She then turns back to cloud who's looking down at his glass. "Why, peaked your interest?" Tifa smiles, hinting at a romantic attraction.
"Yeah actually," Cloud looks up at Tifa seriously and she blushes lightly.
"Really? I could hook you up," Tifa leans onto the bar counter and Cloud shoots her a confused look.
"Why would you do that?" He says before taking another drink.
"Because you said you fancy her, duh. Dinner maybe? That always draws a girl in," Tifa shoots him a thumbs up and responds with a glare, the glass still covering half of his face. He sets the cup down and sighs.
"I mean, interested in her features. She may have some kind of history that would be...informative," Cloud looks you up and down as you're hooked up in the conversation you're having. Tifa let's out a relaxed sigh.
"Well if that's the case, just talk to her," Tifa smiles.
"No," he responds quickly.
"Why not? Too shy to talk to a girl," she teases and Cloud scoffs.
"No, just don't care enough. Besides talking isn't my strength, rather stay curious," he explains but Tifa is already drawing your attention.
"Hey Y/N, I'd like to introduce you to someone," Tifa waves to you and you hop off the chair before coming over to her.
"Y/N, this is cloud, Cloud, Y/N," Tifa smiles as she gestures between the two of you.
"Nice to meet you," you extend your hand out to him and he sighs.
"Sure," he hardly looks at you but you carry on like normal.
"Cloud! You're the one who wanted to talk to her," Tifa whines and Cloud becomes flustered for a moment. Your tail sways between your legs.
"That's not what I said," Cloud turns away as Tifa continues the conversation.
"He lives in the room below yours at the motel," Tifa explains. "He told me that he was interested in you, said that he had never seen a person like you before. Something about Mako and Shinra," Tifa chuckles light heartedly as Cloud stays quiet, watching the two of you talk like he's a third wheel again. "Cloud here used to be a soldier," she pats his arm and he sighs softly before looking up at you.
Those eyes...just like his.
"Hey, you got Mako eyes," Cloud's attention perks back up upon seeing your eyes. They were tinted with a mixture of blue and green but you're pupils are very different from his, thin slits that widen or shrink based on the light in the room.
"Yeah, I'm a result of a "failed" experiment from Shinra," you explain, and Cloud's expression shifts. "I was a criminal set for life in prison but Shinra had a "better" idea. They used me for an experiment to mix man and feline," you inform him of your past briefly, leaving out the gloomy details.
"But how are you a "failed" experiment? Seems to me like it worked out good," Cloud shrugs and Tifa shoots him a glare as to say "Be careful what you say because this is a sensitive topic"
"Well, I have too much of a human conscious. Morals, beliefs, sense of self. Shinra didn't want that so they essentially tossed me out so now I use the power they gave me against them," you nod determinedly and Cloud crosses his arms, a hint of amusement hidden deep in his expression.
"I like the way you think," he nods. "So what do you do for a living?" Cloud asks, intrigued by not only your appearance now but also your character. Tifa backs away from the conversation a bit, letting the two of you chat.
"I'm a bit of a doctor and a pharmacist. I make and distribute medicines but I can also tell what may be wrong with people," you nod, your ears twitching with curiosity. "Sometimes I fight too though, not much, but my feline instincts give me an upper hand in combat," you explain and Cloud makes a little sound of understanding.
Just then one of your friends calls you back to where you were sitting. "It was nice to meet you cloud, I hope to see you around," you pat his muscular shoulder and he winces as you turn around. His vision tinted with a green undertone as he watches you walk back, his head throbbing.
"Cloud?" Tifa leans forward and Cloud looks away from her.
"I'm fine," he grumbles and Tifa slides him another shot. He looks at the drink and then back up at her, smirking slightly. Back at your seat, your friends gather around you and chat.
"Were you talking to the blondie hottie?" One of your friends leans closer, clearly wasted.
"Yeah," you chuckle sheepishly and your friends gleam with excitement. "It was just casual, he hardly talks at all," you chuckle before taking a sip of your drink. You notice the aftertaste is a little stronger than usual, a bit more bitter, but since everything at this bar is handmade you brushed it off assuming the ratio was just a smidge off.
However, after about an hour at the bar, you felt your body was weak and draggy. You were probably just a little drunk but you didn't feel like hanging around anymore. "Hey guys, I think I'm gonna head out," you groan and gesture to the door. Your friends bid you goodbye as you make your way to the door. Your head spins as you make your way down the stairs only to see a trio of men lingering around the bottom of the stairs.
You could by how they were dressed they were those type of men. You groan "I'm not in the mood for this," you mutter as you clench your purse and lo and behold they approach you.
"Hey, kitty," one of them calls out and your blood boils. The urge to turn around and yell "fuck off" was so strong but you held back, simply walking past them. You then feel someone grab your tail and you snap around, pulling your tail back closer to your body.
"Fuck off," you growl as your head spins, their faces unclear but you could tell they were enjoying this.
"Feeling a little drowsy babygirl?" One of them cooes as he steps closer and you try to step back but end up wobbling.
"S-Stop," you stumble slightly before seeing one of the men get shoved to the ground, hard.
"Back off," Cloud barks and the men cradle in fear. Cloud holds his chin high as he looks down at the men on the ground. "Selfish assholes," Cloud grabs the handle to his sword and the disgusting men make a swift escape. Cloud quickly turns to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Hey," he looks into your eyes your pupils widen, almost taking up all the color left in your eyes. "Shit, just like I thought," he hisses before standing up straight. "Can you talk?"
"Yeah, I'm good, just a little," you put a hand to your head as you groan. He sighs and puts your arm over his back.
"Cmon, I'll walk you home," he helps you walk back, watching your tail hang between your legs and ears flatten against your head.
"Shit sucks," you groan, your words slurred.
"I know, come on the sooner we get you home the sooner you'll sleep this off," he assures you as your feet begin to drag on the ground. He huffs softly. "C'mon, just a bit longer," he encourages but you feel your eyelids falling closed. He sighs before letting you go, you sway as he leaves you standing. He scoops you up into his arms effortlessly and you blush. "Better?" He makes sure you're comfortable and you smile, nodding slowly.
"Mmm very nice," you snuggle into the warmth of his chest and he notices your ears perk up a little and your tail brushes up against his thigh. He finally gets you to your room and he sets you on the bed but as soon as he lets your body down you squirm. Clouds attention snaps up to you. "'M gonna hurl," you push passed him to get to the bathroom. You hold a hand over your mouth before lifting up the toilet seat.
Cloud groans as he hears you puking and at first he wants to just leave but he decides to comfort you instead. He crouches down beside you, holding back your hair but he looks away. He rubs your back softly.
"Let it out," he grumbles, his eyes deliberately avoiding the sight next to him. You finally stop vomiting and pick your head up. "Feel better?" His eyes still avoid your face.
"I don't know," you moan in discomfort. Cloud lets your hair go and stands up, retrieving a towel for you to wipe your face. He quickly flushes the toilet as you clean your face. He then finds a cup and fills it up in the sink.
"Here water is good for this," he hands you the glass and you snatch it from his hand.
"No shit, I'm a doctor," you say before chugging the water.
"Just trying to help," he pouts with a slight frown. "Let's get you back to bed," he scoops you up again and sets you in the bed. You then reach your hands behind your back and beneath your shirt. You unclasp your bra and toss it aside. Cloud looks away, turning his side to you. "So you're okay if I leave now right?" He says as he watches all the clothing get tossed into a pile.
"Yup, just..." you roll over, your body covered by a blanket now. "Can you check on me throughout the night? Sometimes accidents can happen when drugged people sleep," you say softly and Cloud nods.
"Sure, I'll try not to wake you," he says before leaving, closing the door behind him. He worries about you throughout the night. What did you mean by accidents? How harmful is the drug they used? After less than an hour Cloud gets up to check on you.
He carefully opens the door and peers in at you. He closes the door behind him, not wanting the cool night air to wake you, and quietly steps in. He watches as your chest rises and falls rhythmically, your blanket tucked up above your chest with your hands up crowding your face. He lets a small smile peak through at the sight of your utter peace and relaxation. He tucks a strand of hair out of your face, jolting back when you stir.
He then gets another surge of pain in his head as his ears ring. The vision of you and needles scattered and shattered. He takes a deep breath as he holds his head and the surge stops. He sighs before shaking his head and heading toward the door. He then leaves, locking the door tight.
