Tags: fluff, kissing, public display of affection, cuddles, being protective, hand-holding, dates
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A/N: Trying to branch out a bit with my Final Fantasy writings. Tell he how it is!
Cloud sees you as his everything, his reason for fighting, his reason for coming home, his reason for trying to hard. There isn't anything he wouldn't do for your happiness, no matter how small or grand it may be. He shows you affection any time he can. Every night you're in bed together, cuddling, he makes sure you never go to sleep without him telling you how much you mean to him.
Sephiroth never wants you to feel alone even when you are alone. He wants you to know he is constantly thinking of you, no matter where he is or what state of mind he is in. When you're together there is no getting away from kissing him or getting your hand away from his. It's not just a display of affection for him, it's about showing to everyone that you are off the dating market because he is your boyfriend.
Zack wants to spend as much time with you as possible, which includes dates that go on for the whole day. If he can't take at least one day to dedicate it to you then he has to be doing something wrong, at least in his view. While you're out together he will tell you, as many times as he can that he loves you. Makes sure to take pictures of every date you go on.
Angeal is the perfect gentleman to you whenever you're together, alone or in the company of others. He's always kissing your hand, kissing your cheek, making sure you're comfortable above all else and that you're having fun. Rarely lets go of your hand or goes too long without praising you. Loves spoiling you when he can, even if it's just small gifts for you to put around the house.
Reno claims he's not in love with you when he is in fact head over heels in love with you. He pouts and mumbles to himself about how soft you are when you kiss his cheek or hug him all the time when you're in public. That will earn you more than a few stern looks but he also won't push you away, secretly he loves it. When you're alone he will return all that affection and so much more.
Tw(s): Medical trauma, intimate betrayal, dehumanization, psychological manipulation, coercive control, human experimentation, moral injury, institutional abuse, violation of body autonomy, use of syringe, existential dread.
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Clear cyan liquid fluttering in a cold syringe, its tip twinkling like fangs in a predator's mouth; eager to sink its teeth in his flesh. Your hand held the needle as if it was a serpent— it may have been in a sense; another test from the head scientist to see how far he can tear apart his best soldiers and gather the shreds to sew them back into übermensch¹.
Drawing a deep breath, you tipped the needle's end with your middle finger’s nail, stray dews of liquid flying off and little barely making it out. You've done this thousands of times before, a skill you memorized like your name, but the guilt never ceased, only growing every time you blink thinking of it. Was a violence committed with shame forgiven? you dearly hoped not. you claimed to love; to be different, caring, merciful even in carrying out the one of many atrocities that made Sephiroth flayed out of humanity's skin.
Swallowing, you kindly instructed “Lift up your sleeve please…”.
Face as empty as a blind man's eyes, he obeyed. He had gone through this and more as long as he can remember, a bird bred to fly with a string connecting it to the cage. Skin pure porcelain, tinted with blood beneath, lively for someone considered to be a walking weapon; more than most ‘ordinary’ humans who didn’t see further than their noses allowed. You wiped the little space on where his shoulder and arm met with an alcohol soaked cotton, sterilizing it before hovering the syringe on it. For a second, you hesitated— the very same hand that held his back and wiped his face is now injecting poison through him. What use was in repeating love vows to an angel at night only to pluck its feathers at day? He was pure, too pure for you or anyone. Lily stepped on and tarnished cruelly for its crime: existing.
Swiftly, you pierced the needle in him to its shaft, dense muscle sinking. His arm was sculpted, pallid lamina coffining the lanes of shy blue veins along. It never felt like a body; more of a marble veiled with silk. fingers atop his upper arm for support, touching him alluded to dallying something too precious to be carelessly swung around— he's a first class soldier, anything but fragile, yet your eyes caught another shade of him that longed to be ordinary.
“There…” you whispered. He rolled his dark leather sleeve back down, not bothering to wait for you to bandage it.
The silence lurked, out of mutual exhaustion. The cord was cut short as he asked, voice a purl of water “Did he ask you to do this?”
Your hand halted, the used syringe still in your fist, hovering above the trash can. You licked your front teeth, zipping your lips inside before answering with a small “Yes.” You heard him let out a jagged breath, halfway between a chuckle and a glum “He always sends the things I cannot strike down.”
Hojo warned you for a reason. ‘Attachment clouds judgment.’, he had repeated. back when your head was filled with all those rose-colored glasses, you didn't see what wrong have you committed by being close to someone as Sephiroth— You didn't care if you got hurt, but your foot dug too deep in the trap: If you love him stay by his side, If you decide to leave he'll be thrown under the guillotine of Shinra and SOLDIER, this time abandoned by his sole ‘support system’— You. If you left he got hurt, If you stay you'll hurt him yourself. The illusion of choice in its most perfect tableau.
Maybe you've been the Cerberus² guarding his heel, maiming and nailing him to the cross till he ascended all the way up to paradise; far cry from this planet, Hojo, SOLDIER and you. where he could be human at last, loved in a way you couldn't offer.
¹ : Originating from Friedrich Nietzsche's philosophy, the Übermensch (translated as "Overman" or "Superman") is the goal of humanity: a being who creates their own values and rises above the "herd" morality of the masses.
²: In Greek mythology, Cerberus is the multi-headed dog that guards the gates of the Underworld.
tags: SFW, fluff, gn!reader (can be read as any skin tone! I don't use any descriptions for the reader!), noctis ended up being long lmao
Cloud
He is rather awkward when it comes to any forms of physical affection. Forget about PDA because this man will absolutely not be okay with anything beyond his arm around you. Any near-public kisses are because he completely forgot that you two are in public. Cloud has a penchant for getting lost in your eyes and time drifts away from him. Like magnets, it's simply easy for him to be pulled towards wherever you are.
Zack
He will never be able to live the "golden retriever" allegations down. He's not overbearing; he is sweet and compassionate. He wants his partner to know that they are cared for. Zack would like to have his arm around your waist if you're comfortable—and he certainly isn't shy about complimenting you in public. He loves you. Why should he hide that?
Reno
Very touchy and clingy. He needs to have an arm around you at all times. He will whine and pout to then giving you the cold shoulder because, no, obviously he isn't bothered. He always crosses his arms when he stands! Pouty until you relent. He practically purrs when he is allowed to melt into you like a sassy housecat.
Sephiroth
You are his whether you allow him to touch you in public or not. Sephiroth doesn't need to put a leash on you for him to know that you are utterly devoted to him. It's rather adorable. He often maintains his cool, calm, and collected persona. He's quite pleased to have you on his arm and would be prone to more possessive displays, but should that be something you do not want he will greatly consider it. A simple smirk and a soft brush of his gloved hand on your cheek. "At a later time then."
Noctis
In a new relationship, he's not likely to receive PDA too well. He can't hear what you've asked because oh my god the lights are so bright-- just kidding that is the sun, and suddenly he is nauseous?? Is he dying? Is this a heart attack?
Give him time to grow comfortable and he's a bit more easygoing. Sure, everything you do makes his heart stutter, and he gets this sweet dopey smile on his face. He is not as nonchalant as he tries to pretend to be. He isn't a very risky person and doesn't mind sharing a small cheek kiss or two, loves holding hands. Absolutely links his pinky finger with yours so you two can't lose each other in a crowd.
Isn't likely to show much affection in front of the guys at first. It's not that he is ashamed, far from it. But he doesn't want any of his friends to feel like he is flaunting his relationship or sticking it in their faces. It's a silent anxiety that creeps in sometimes and of course he knows the Chocobros are happy for him. He would still like to be courteous most of the time. If they're bickering, though? Oh, you best believe that sometimes rude, princely attitude will come out to play. They're going to hear about how lovely you are and how he is the luckiest man alive in the sweetest of crooning voices. It is typically all good fun. Unless Gladio good-naturedly complained about you to irk him.
Prompto
Very enthusiastic!! Like, yes, he would LOVE to hold your hand in public! Please, do! He's practically giddy by the time your hand laces into his. A big, wide grin stretches across his freckled face. You can hardly see his pretty blue eyes; he's positively beaming. He'd prefer to keep any major acts of intimacy behind closed doors. Hugs and holding hands (and maybe even little kisses) are always welcome! He does love to kiss the hand he is holding. He finds it sweet and rather chivalrous and knightly of himself. He's a sweetie.
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Summary: Cloud comes home from a mission to find you pulling an all-nighter, and he agrees to stay up with you.
Pairing: Cloud Strife x Reader
Themes: Roommates AU, Fluff
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Your apartment had long been plunged into darkness when the front door creaked open, admitting a late-night visitor. Or rather, a late-night homecomer, as this apartment was not yours alone.
Cloud placed his sword by the door, propping it up against the wall once he had shut the door behind him. He let his eyes drift to you, curled up on the couch beneath a blanket. You hadn’t greeted him as you were completely indulged in your study of the weighty book resting in your hands. It didn’t bother him.
“Hey,” he spoke offhandedly, not expecting a response as he stepped further into the humble apartment. You gave off a hum in response, brows knitted together as you committed your whole attention to the words swimming in front of your tired eyes. Cloud hesitated then at the hallway leading to your separate rooms then, glancing back at you briefly.
“Whatcha reading?” He asked casually, choosing to commit a moment longer to you, his roommate. It just so happened that Midgar was short on apartments for broke people, and it just so happened that you were one of the few people that he could put up with. You were quiet, calm and minded your own business. You asked nothing of him, only that he paid his half of the rent. He was fine with that. But over the weeks, living within the same apartment had inevitably led you to become more acquainted with one another. Talking became more natural, all while holding that nonchalance that had always been there. Conversations that didn’t mean anything. The easy kind.
Grateful for an excuse to get away from your reading if only for a moment, you let your gaze wander to Cloud, lazily stretching out over the couch. He was filthy. Cloud always came back like that. In the early hours of the morning, looking like he had just tumbled in the Midgar dirt. You never really asked him why, just like you never asked him about the massive sword he carried around. This was Midgar, after all. Nothing’s too weird to be true. The blonde had opened up to you about a couple things in time, though, as you had with him. “Oh, you know, the usual.” You gave a quiet groan, rubbing your hand over your eyes. They were burning from the strain of pulling an all-nighter. “University stuff.”
“Yeah.” Cloud nodded then, somewhat awkwardly. Like he didn’t know how to respond to that. He wasn’t big on talking. “You want a coffee?” But he was still very thoughtful, in his own way. You smiled at the proposition, nodding as you suppressed a yawn.
“Yeah. That’d be great, actually.”
“Give me a minute.”
“Thanks, Cloud.” You called after him, but you got no response. Sighing through your nose, you curled back onto the couch, casting a wary look down at your book. You had been at it for hours, slaving away at your university assignments. It may seem silly to those like Cloud who were out there doing actual jobs. But to you, it was important. It was your chance at a better future than one in the slums.
You hadn’t realized you were falling asleep right then, nodding off as you fell deeper and deeper into your thoughts until Cloud came back with two mugs in his hands. “You okay?” He asked you, mako eyes burning into your face as you were startled awake with a quiet snort. You flushed in embarrassment but the mercenary didn’t even seem to notice it, handing you your cup of coffee.
“Thanks.” You brought the drink to your lips, feeling Cloud’s weight plop down on the couch next to you. He casually slung his arm over the side of the couch opposite of yours, making himself comfortable in his filthy state. You didn’t complain. “Did you get in a fight with Barret again?”
Cloud’s gaze followed yours, focusing on a bruise on his arm, one too large to have been caused by a mere trip-up. He didn’t show a reaction, leaning back against the couch as he shrugged.
“Maybe.”
You laughed quietly then, shaking your headd. Sounds about right. It did kind of surprise you, though, that a guy as quiet as Cloud always seemed to be getting into fights. A silence fell over you both as you held your mugs in your hands, simply enjoying the cover of peace that only existed at night in this city. You could still hear the distant ruckus of breaking glass and drunken shouting from further down the street, sure, but it was nothing to how rowdy it would get during the daytime.
“You should really go sleep if you’re tired.”
Cloud’s voice broke into your thoughts as you looked over to him, finding him looking back. His expression was its usual. Neutral, unreadable. Except in time you had learned to pick up one small but crucial detail. His brows were furrowed in the slightest, eyes set on you intently. Like he meant it. He had shifted out of his lazy slouch, sitting up in the slightest. Attentive.
You showed him a tired smile then. Cloud was right. Some shut-eye wouldn’t hurt you. But you absolutely had to get this reading done by tomorrow. “I know. But these books won’t read themselves.”
“Can I help?”
You had to admit you were surprised by the prompt reply, feeling his eyes burn into yours. It didn’t seem like he was letting up. Truth be told, this kind of attention was not something you saw everyday from your roommate. It was a side of him you got to see slowly, bit by bit as talking became easier. In a way, perhaps he was seeing that side of you too, ever since you had first offered to stitch up his wounds for him.
You shook your head. After that it was like Cloud hadn’t said anything at all, his posture relaxing as he laid back against the couch and turned to focus on the empty TV screen. But you did reconsider his offer after a moment. “Well… There might be something.” You heard him hum absently. “Maybe you can stay up with me until I’m done?”
Cloud didn’t respond right away. You figured he was giving it some thought as he leaned back further against the couch and crossed his arms. His answer came shortly after. “Sure. I wasn’t planning on going to sleep yet, anyway.”
“Great.” You showed him a grateful smile, making yourself comfortable on the couch. “Thanks.”
And so you read, and so did Cloud, picking up some book he found laying around. ‘LOVELESS’. Ha. You hadn’t taken him for the type. Or perhaps he wasn’t. Peeking at him from over the top of your book, watching his focused eyes and tireless demeanor, you had to wonder if he really had meant to stay up or if he was doing it because you had asked him to. Regardless, his company was… nice. It made it easier to study this late into the night, knowing someone else was there with you.
About an hour in, just as you were nearing the end of your chapter Cloud slid off the couch, stretched his hands over his head and straightened out. “Going to shower. I’ll be back in a bit.” He told you from over his shoulder, blue eyes briefly meeting yours as you nodded. He left, the sound of the shower soon letting itself be known as you dove back into your reading.
By the time Cloud came back you were fast asleep, book held limply in your hands as your body was slumped against the back of the couch. He frowned a bit, examining the scene as he wondered what to do. In the end he chose not to wake you. Instead he moved the book out of your hands, marking the page before he placed a blanket over you. The nights were cold in the slums. He let himself observe you for a moment, shaking his head. He wished you had taken his words more seriously. At this rate you were working more than he was. However, it seemed sleep had gotten the better of you. In any case, it seemed that reading that was so important to you would have to wait until tomorrow.
“Night.”
And with that he shut the lights, dousing the apartment in the early morning darkness.
how to kill you, how to kill me ♡ cloud strife x fem!reader (chapter 5 snippet)
summary: You survived. Somehow. Everyone else is gone—swallowed up in the final battle against Sephiroth—and the only one left standing beside you is Cloud. Not because you chose each other, not because you want to. But because grief is cruel, and fate is crueler.
snippet summary: you share a memory about aerith, he puts you to sleep
tags: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn, tension, yearning, eventual romance, eventual smut, angst, post-rebirth au where everyone died in the battle against sephiroth except cloud and reader
cw: grief, suicidal thoughts
a/n: i changed the title!! i think i like this better <3 having so much fun writing this. if you've been reading and giving this a chance, thank you so so much!
read the whole chapter on ao3 - 19k words (full work)
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The fire cracks softly, a sound too gentle for the weight pressing against my chest. I sit with my knees pulled up to my chest on the worn rug as I stare into the flames. Heat laps at my face, almost stinging, but I let it.
The wood shifts, splits open with a quiet pop, and sparks leap like fireflies into the air before vanishing into nothing. They reminds me on mako motes—those pale green flecks that danced around me the night everything ended.
My throat tightens. I stare harder into the fire, as if I could burn the memory out of me. But it only brings it closer—my hatred.
And him. Always him. Standing in the ruins, sword dripping with blood that wasn’t his. The promise in his eyes breaking into pieces the second fate decided none of us were strong enough.
I drag my fingers over the rug, curling them until the fabric bites back and pains me. My pulse hammers in my ears, louder than the crackle. The room feels too warm, too close, like the fire’s crawling up my throat. It's this place. It's this whole place. I feel like I'm being asphyxiated. Staring into the fire is all I can do as I try to shove down every memory that flashes through my mind without permission, transfixing me with the reminder that they're nothing but ghosts at my side now. Sometimes I start to think I hate them too, for leaving me alone with him.
I feel like I'm being asphyxiated constantly in his presence.
I don’t notice the door until it clicks softly behind me. His boots on the floorboards—steady, unhurried. I don’t turn around to look at him.
Not before he wordlessly takes a seat near me. I look his way and gnaw on my cheek in my mouth as I watch him press a bag of frozen peas to his cheekbone. He winces at the bite of the cold, and I find it hard to look away from him again.
“Where did you get that?” I ask quietly, not quite knowing what else to say.
“Cissnei.” He hisses as he shifts the bag against his face. “Guess she felt sorry for me.”
His voice sounds gruff, but I know he’s musing. “Poor you.” I respond lowly—with no real bite to my words. I might have barked with laughter at the sight normally—but I don't think I know how to make the sound anymore.
He doesn’t respond. He just does the same thing I was doing, staring into the fire mindlessly. I finally shift my eyes back to the flames. Something is different in the air between us after that argument—I tell myself it must be that we're both exhausted after it. That we're too tired now to be mad at each other.
“I was thinking about Aerith.” It comes out so quietly, I’m unsure he even hears it.
I hear his breath catch in his throat when I bring her up like that. She died in his arms. And I think the one thing he’ll never forgive himself for is being just a little too late to save her. In the time I’ve known him, that was one of the only two times I’d seen him cry.
“.. What about her?” He asks—and he sounds afraid to hear my answer.
“She used to braid my hair.” I say simply.
“What?”
“She braided flowers into my hair—she would secretly collect them just for the sake of doing so. And she would say I was just like them.” I murmur, staring into the fire with a grim look in my eyes as I subconsciously run my hand through my hair. “I remember laughing at her for saying it. Like, ‘why? ‘cause I’ll wilt if I don’t get enough water?’ and she said something even dumber.”
I see him turn his head and fix his gaze back onto me as he waits for me to continue. I can feel it—his shock that something real is coming out of my mouth. And he doesn't dare say a single thing, thinking any sound he makes might have me retreating back into my usual, cold mask. Maybe yelling at him about all the things I hated about him put a crack in it—maybe I learned that it made me feel the smallest bit lighter to let myself come apart front of the only person in the world who might be able to shoulder, to fathom the weight of my grief. Or maybe I bring up a memory of Aerith with the purpose of torturing him.
“She said I was just like those lilies because they were strong and soft all at once. That they seemed delicate, but survived storms. They didn’t know they were beautiful, but everyone else did.” My voice starts to crumble and break as I recall the memory. I laugh weakly, bitterly. “To this day I don’t know where the hell she got that idea.”
I shift slightly and lean back on my hands, then stare up at the ceiling—as if I were speaking to Aerith and finally giving her a response to what she said to me all those months ago. “I’m nothing like them. They don’t fight to exist. They don’t bleed or break for anyone. All they have to do is bloom, and somehow that’s enough to make the world love them. She was like a flower more than anyone else was.”
My face stays still, carved from stone, even as tears pool stubbornly along my waterline. I bite down on the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste iron this time.
“I think about the things she said to me often. I used to shrug them off, like her words were just pretty nonsense. Now I tear them apart, over and over, trying to make sense out of every word she ever gave me.” I rasp. It feels wrong, to have the words leave my mouth and lift a bit of the weight off my chest.
He doesn’t speak. He lowers his hand to his lap, the movement quiet but heavy. Then, without warning, he says “I do the same thing too.”
Of course he does. I think Cloud cherished Aerith more than he cherished anything.
Does it make him suffer? I hope it does.
A low sound hums in my throat—something between acknowledgement and surrender as a familiar silence stretches between us for a while longer. My eyes eventually flit to the clock hanging above the door. Late. Too late. The kind of late that feels suffocating, where sleep isn't rest—but a trap. More torturous than being haunted in my waking hours. And I know what waits for me when I close my eyes. He doesn't move or flinch when I yawn, just another way my body betrays me—but I can feel him studying me intently, as if he were waiting for me to do something.
I stand up from my spot on the floor and wordlessly make for the bed. The air thickens between us. He knows. I know it. I'm scared to close my eyes.
But it doesn’t matter when my knees buckle right before I even reach the bed, the world tips sideways, and then there's the heavy sound of his boots on wood as he moves—fast, too fast—to catch me before I hit the ground. Like he knew I was going to fall. Like he planned for me to fall.
Drowsiness swallows me whole in one merciless gulp, stealing the strength from my limps. I'm helpless to do nothing but let him hold me, feel the strength in his arms as he eases me down onto the mattress like I'm something breakable. My mind protests, my body tries too—but I'm sluggish and too heavy to argue.
“Sleep.. materia?” I whisper languidly, blinking slow, trying to keep my eyes from fusing shut. I feel a flicker of anger, sharp and fleeting—because using sleep materia on someone is the kind of thing you do when you want to hurt them. But my anger melts and crumbles like ash, replaced by the cold, hard realization that I actually do trust him.
“You can kill me as soon as you wake up. As long as you sleep.” He says softly, apologetically—like he knew I would have fought him if he suggested doing what he did. I'm too somnolent to dwell on the thought that I’ve heard all kinds of new sounds leave his lips today.
Oh, I will kill him.
My head sinks into the pillow, and I'm gone before I can fight anymore. Maybe it's exhaustion. Maybe its magic. Maybe it's both. I'm dimly aware of the world thinning into black—but then I hear it. A thread of sound, fraying on his breath. A whisper I can hardly make sense of, a whisper I could easily have just imagined.
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Sonic Boom, The Amazing Digital Circus, Date Everything!, Degrees of Lewdity, Resident Evil games, JJK (only the first season and a half because I refuse to accept what happens after. I know about it and I'm choosing to not write the angst.), and Final Fantasy (I only really know 7, 14, and 15). Those are just the ones I'm obsessed with right now, so I might do other fandoms at some point too.
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Must be x Reader
Will do Multiple x Reader
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May not do trans or male reader because I don't have any experience and I want it to be as accurate as possible
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Will NOT do scat, watersports/pee, feet, inflation, vore, or any fetish/kink similar to those (you can still request if it's not on the list, but that does not guarantee I will write and/or draw it)
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Warnings: NOT PROOF READ, Mentions of: child injuries, self-dout, depression, and violence, Out of Character madness (even for yandere standards), Unhealthy behaviours, Yandere but not extreme but still—, Possessiveness, Kid Cloud is crazy protective, some stuff is inaccurate bc I’m writing this by memory.
**Will CONTAIN SPOILERS for the following: FF7 (original), FF7 Remake (2020).
REMINDER: Yandere behaviour of any kind is unhealthy behaviour. It should not be something to seek out for in real life. If you are experiencing any sort of inappropriate behaviour, please contact help/seek out help.
**The reader will ALWAYS be Gender-Neutral!
THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC BC FOR ME WRITING CHILDREN IN LOVE IS WEIRD AND I CAN'T SORRY.
ps: first fic!
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- Due to Clouds insecurities developing at a young age, he most likely won’t approach you first. You would either have to be the one initiating the conversation or Tifa has to introduce you two.
- Either way, it’s super awkward for the both of you.
- Lil’ boy is bitter because no one wanted to be his friend but here you are lol
- I think the best way to get Cloud to open up is for you to keep talking to him or approaching him first
- I believe that it’s those efforts that will help Cloud realize how much you genuinely want to become friends/closer with him.
- It will help him get out of his shell.
- Honestly, getting him to initiate the conversation FIRST is a HUGE development in y’all’s relationship.
- Kid Cloud: *Approaches you first* “Hi…”
- Kid You: 😧😧 —> 😃😭🥰
- It will probably be like that for a while, but it will do!
- It’s kind of his way of showing that he also now wants to become closer with you.
- But once you guys finally get out of the ‘awkward’ phase, Cloud will slowly start to become attached to you.
- He’s now more confident in expressing himself and approaching you.
- He even tried to hold your hand a few times because he saw you hold Tifas hand when playing
- At one point, you even made Cloud and yourself friendship bracelets.
- “It a symbol of how much we care for each other!” You expressed to Cloud.
- He never once took off that bracelet. It was probably the first time he received something that wasn’t from his mother.
- You would always see him with it on. Even if you guys got into a fight.
- But when time passed, he started to get clingy
- No like
- REALLY CLINGY
- It’s to the point where you guys arrive to your house and you walk in to call it a night, HE ALSO starts to walk into the house.
- Kid You: *Confused as to why Cloud is taking off his shoes in your house after waving goodbye*
- Kid Cloud: *Literally just inviting himself in because wherever you go, HE GOES*
- I feel like his mother would look over this behaviour.
- Remember, Cloud never had any friends or anyone to talk to.
- So his mother was actually over the moon when he finally has someone who cares for him.
- She would probably chalk it up as him just being excited to have a friend.
- Your own guardian/parents wouldn’t mind as well as much
- They don’t really like the other kids as much (besides Tifa), so they were also happy that you made a new friend (despite again, being very clingy to you)
- Another mouth to feed too since he likes staying over.
- Cloud doesn’t understand these emotions but he does understand that he cherishes you and wants to be around you more often.
‘Kay enough with the slow-burn, time for the angst! :D
- If you played the original FF7 or watched it, yknow what’s coming up.
- Tifa’s mother died when she was young and thought she could reach her if she climbed up Mt. Nibel.
- You and Cloud followed her as you two were concerned for Tifa.
- Up in the mountains, you were fortunate to push Tifa and Cloud away before the bridge fell.
- The consequence? Yourself
- You fell down the bridge in place of both Tifa and Cloud.
- While falling, you heard the most blood-curdling scream you ever heard from both Cloud and Tifa.
- Thankfully, you survived the fall.
- But you still suffered major injuries and was unconscious for several days.
- Which resulted you from going outside.
- This deeply affected Cloud so much. His one and only friend, the one person he care for so much that he would do anything to prove it to you.
- It didn’t help that almost everyone in the town blamed HIM for what happened.
- Even with Tifa’s protests and defending Cloud’s innocence, no one listened.
- IMAGINE BLAMING A CHILD
- Your guardian reassured him and Tifa that it wasn’t their fault, that you wouldn’t want them to feel bad.
- But even with all of the reassurance from your guardian and Tifa, Cloud couldn’t stop the guilt and despair that kept clawing within him.
- Thus, he started believing the blame that people keep telling him, blaming himself that he was the reason why you’re in terrible state right now.
- With you being unconscious and not being able to go out, Cloud started to keep to himself again.
- If he wasn’t staying by your side to see if you would wake up, he was in his bed.
- Just laying in there, surrounded by his thoughts and guilt.
- Why do anything if everything that happened was his fault?
- Why go out if you weren’t there with him?
- He believes that he ruined the one good thing in his life.
- When you finally woke up, Cloud never ran so fast to your house.
- Even forgot to knock, just kept jiggling the door handle until your guardian unlocked it.
- He quickly into went to your room
- And when he got there, it was like he finally woke up from his nightmare.
- Because there you were, alive.
- Quickly went up to you and hugged you so tight that you thought you couldn’t breathe for a second.
- You couldn’t process what was happening until you felt something wet on your shoulder.
- Cloud was crying. He was so relieved, so relieved to see you awake.
- He didn’t know what to say, all he could say was incoherent mumbles.
- “Im so sorry… I’m so glad you’re here with me” Is what Cloud could say.
- Once you were able to process what was happening, all you did was hug him back just as tightly, not even caring if your arms were still sore. You weren't sure as to why Cloud was saying sorry for, but you began crying as well.
- “I’m glad you’re here with me as well,” You said back.
- All Cloud did was hug you even tighter.
- All throughout your recovery, Cloud was there by your side 24/7.
- If you needed anything, Cloud the Delivery Boy was on the run! 👀👀👀👀
- Made sure to hold your hand extra tight in order for you to not fall.
- If y’all were going outside for a walk, IT WILL ONLY BE ON FLAT GROUND.
- No hills, no bumps, no nothing
- He can’t risk you hurting yourself again because of himself.
- He also tried to carry you
- Never again lol
- Also super protective
- Wouldn’t even let Tifa near you when she wanted to see you again.
- Tifa was so mad he didn’t let her hang out with you. She was your friend too!!
- Kid Cloud: *Puts arm out to create a barrier between you guys and Tifa*
- “No 😡😡😡😡😡”
- Kid Tifa: 🙁🙁🙁
- Tifa On the inside: 🤬🤬🤬
- yan! tifa lockhart hcs??👀👀👀
- After what happened to you, Cloud swore to himself that he will be the one to protect you from any harm. Even as you guys grew older, he always protected you.
- He wants to always be by your side.
- He doesn’t want to leave you alone from now on.
- Because it might make his nightmares come true once more: You leaving him.
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But what happens a few years later when he decides to leave for SOLIDER?
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It was late at night and Cloud left a note for you, asking to meet him at the water tower.
It wasn’t unusual for Cloud to ask this because you guys usually hang out whenever one of you feels like it. As you kept walking to the tower, you can’t help but have a strange feeling as to why Cloud didn’t specify why he wanted to talk to you.
Once you got to the top of the tower, you see Cloud sitting on edge of the platform. It seemed like he was lost in thought, like he was still figuring out what to say. You smiled, always finding his thinking-face to be so cute. You finally approached him and tapped on on the shoulder. He flinched, he didn’t even hear you walk up.
“Hey” You greeted Cloud while sitting down.
Cloud nodded his head at you and looked backed out on the ground below him.
Your eyebrows furred together. Again, the same feeling when you were walking to the tower came back and sense that something was wrong with Cloud.
“You said you wanted to speak to me?” You questioned as you continued to observe Cloud’s facial expressions. It took some time for him to say something, but when he did, it almost disappointed you.
“When spring comes, I’m leaving town and going to Midgard.” He stated while not looking at you.
You frowned. You knew this day would come.
You hummed at Cloud’s response. “Not surprised… every guy here is leaving for work, even Tifa’s friends are leaving too..” You quietly said, still sad that Cloud was leaving you. Cloud jumped at the tone of you voice, quickly turning his head in order to face you.
“B-But— I’m not like them!” Cloud exclaimed, worried that you thought he wanted to leave you. Never.
“I’m not just going into the city just to look for a job… I’m going to become a SOLDIER. Like Sephiroth” Cloud continued as he confessed.
“The legendary war-hero huh…” You said quietly.
You heard stories from some the guys around town talk about how they would leave town to either look for work or join a military program named ‘SOLDIER’. It’s been something that a lot of kids dream of when growing up, and Cloud was apparently not an exception.
You knew it was selfish of you to wished that Cloud wouldn’t leave town for the program. But he’s your best friend. It‘ll be painful for you to see him move far away for a long time, in a completely different city.
You guys stayed silent for a few minutes until scooted closer to Cloud. He looked at you surprised.
“Okay…then promise me this” You said to him. “When we’re older and you become a famous war hero and come back to visit… you’ll take me with you on your missions.” You said as you had this serious look in your eyes. If Cloud was going to be able to go cool and interesting adventures, you wanna come with.
“H-huh—?!”
“You’ll be like my guide or something!” You laughed at Clouds reaction.
“It will be dangerous for you!” Cloud exclaimed.
“Nu-uh! Tifa’s father has been teaching me some moves lately! At this rate, I’m going to be even stronger than Sephiroth and become SOLDIER” You proudly said as you flexed your non-existenting muscles.
“Plus..” You started. “Since you’re gonna become a SOLDIER, you’re going to be able to protect me. I know you will. You know I trust you with my life!” You continued as you smiled at him.
Cloud gasped at your statement as his eyes widen in shock.
You trusted him.
You wanted him to save you.
You wanted him as your protector.
You wanted him.
You felt your checks warm up in embarrassment as you realized what you said to him. You then grabbed Cloud into a tight hug.
You felt Cloud slowly hug you back.
"Y’know, I'm glad I met you, Cloud" You whispered to Cloud, hugging him even tighter. He also hugs you closer.
You guys just stayed like that while looking at the stars above.
All Cloud wants is to become strong enough to protect you. Since he saw how much Sephiroth has done to protect other people and cities in the papers, he knew that he had to join. To become stronger, to be able to become the best version of himself, for you to see that the only person that you could come to for protection and rescuing, will be him. He will become your protector.
He swore to himself ever since you got injured because to his carelessness.
‘Y/n…You have no idea what lengths I would go through just to keep you safe.’
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OCTO NOTE: This was supposed to be general headcanons but I went overboard (clearly lol). So most likely this will become a series.
This is my first ever fic that I’ve written for Tumblr as well as for Final Fantasy 7, so I deeply apologize if anything is inaccurate :((
Hoped you enjoyed these hcs! Again, Cloud gets no love in the yandere fic community so why not I just write some lmaoo
