since requests are open and i just read about ur reply yo the soft sephiroth anon, i was wondering/hoping if u could write something domestic about cloud!! maybe a simple day between him and reader, something sweet and calm after yhe whole mess of what their life is, you know? always fighting, adventuring, here and there! obviously if this is too vague or/and u dont like it, it’s fine! honestly ill take any cloud x reader i can bc ur works are always Perfect. Amazing. I send u a kiss mwa!!! 🩷
cloud doesn’t get why you like seeing the scars on his body.
not fresh, of course — as he can always notice the pinch in the center of your brows get a little tighter whenever he comes home with a fresh bandage or when one of the others has to tell you about what happened first.
but at times, when you lay at night, he’ll see you tracing the scars that litter his body. regardless of whether they’re from a paper cut, a bruise from an old hinged door, or a gash from one of the more infesting creatures in the slums. certain scars that spells can’t take away, as they always leave a little patch of pinkish skin behind rather than its original color.
exhausted, your limbs sprawl out across your bed, wincing at the bruises from your body after earlier that day. a hot shower can’t even scrub away at the difficulties of your job.
cloud hops in bed next to you, watching as you shift around. he sheds his second skin (his buster sword) and lets it rest against the desk next to your bed, turning on the lamp as he sits in the bed and allows the ache in his muscles to just rest.
(a tired sigh slips past his lips, and these pillows have never felt better.)
his hair’s still a little damp from the shower earlier, droopy like an umbrella soaked from the evening rain. you stifle a chuckle at his similarity to a wet cat, big eyes and all.
your hands find his leg, almost in search of something; twisting and turning as your eyes follow the slope of his toned calf. eyes widening fractionally, a small hum escapes you as your eyes land on a small mark extending across the bone of his ankle. your hands warm against his leg, a feeling that cloud has gotten used to after being able to sleep soundly within the same bed as you.
azure eyes peer down at you, the dim glow of your apartment light gracing your face as you hang upside down, feet propped up on the headboard of the bed as he sits upright — your thumb grazing a long scar on his ankle. his face twists, a head tilt in confusion.
“what’re you doing?” he asks.
your hand pauses in its ministrations. “what do you mean?”
“you always do that,” cloud’s brows furrow in confusion. “look at all my scars. how come?”
you shrug, though it’s a bit awkward from how you’re positioned. looking back up at him, you cross your feet together at the ankles and gaze in thought.
“i just do, they’re like little stories,” you give a small laugh, dripping in sincerity. it makes cloud’s breath hitch a bit, admiring the way you tilt your head with the engulfment of dingy, warm lighting, before he scoffs and crosses his arms.
“cheesy.”
“you love it,” you grin. he hates how he really does.
he huffs, and lolls his head back against the headboard. “why don’t you lay down like a normal person?” his hand gestures to how you’re sitting, fingers now splayed and interlocked on your stomach.
“because i have to get all these stories, even the ones down at your feet,” you say, finger tickling at the ball of his foot. he grimaces and tucks them away from you.
“if you do that again, it’s not my fault if you get kicked in the face.”
you smile, and do it again. turns out, he wasn’t joking. you now restrain yourself from tickling cloud.
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requests are open — may fourth, 2024
sorry this is like actually so short and so buns.. it is currently 2:58am and i am very delirious and have been studying all day. hope this was okay 💔
