for “I wish you would write a fic where...” :
something involving your renokura children ocs! their family dynamic sounds so fun to explore 🥺 but in case that leans too heavily towards the fluff side… maybe something with cloud as a turk! like he’s a new recruit and passes everything with ease in record time and reno’s totally not jealous…. or however you would see it working out! 💕
:O You wanna read something with my cleno babies?? Omg! I'm so flattered! There are so damn many of them, lol. Let me see what I can whip up real quick!
"Six weeks," Cloud whispers as he inches away from Reno's crotch. "Six?" Reno picks himself up on an arm and looks down at his wife in disbelief. "Are you--" The baby turns in her bed. Reno goes still, instinctively clutching Cloud close to him, like he's playing dead in front of a predator. He doesn't move an inch, or breathe. She sighs. Then silence. "Are you sure?" Reno has his mouth right up against Cloud's ear. His fingers trace the thin, smooth line of a new stretchmark on his thigh, following it over to his front. "Doc didn't like, say six and mean--" "He said six," Cloud repeats, adjusting his arm under his pillow. He shifts again to put distance between them. "And I mean six." Reno groans and flops over on his back with his arm over his head. Cloud turns over to face him, if for no other reason than to keep his voice from carrying. His husband's wedding band shines from the light filtered through the blinds. "You'll live," he says, sliding his head up onto Reno's bicep, closing his eyes again. "No I won't, I'll fuckin' die," Reno whines. "From backed up nu--"
The baby makes a shuddering series of "eh" noises. Cloud sighs, then pulls the covers off of his naked body just as the shuddering turns into a full on cry. "Good job." "I'll get her," Reno says quickly. He pulls on his pair of boxers, discarded from his unsuccessful attempt with Cloud, and half-runs over to the crib, shushing all the way.
"Ay, ay, ay, mama," he coos at her once he gets to the crib. She's kicked herself completely out of her swaddling blanket, and her feet and fists are curled. Her tongue quivers inside her mouth as she prepares to scream. "What'sa matter with you, huh?" He lifts her in the air to smell her diaper. "You pissed? No?"
Cloud turns on the lamp next to him, and watches Reno place their daughter on his shoulder and rub her back, talking to her as if she were one of their good friends. His hair is short now; the back ends just barely creeping between his shoulder blades, and he's stopped coloring it.
He still has a hard time recognizing him sometimes; that he's the same Reno that wore a black suit and smirked at his targets before dispatching them.
The baby lifts her fist to her mouth and sucks on it. "Give her to me," Cloud says, sitting all the way up in bed. "She's hungry." Reno turns around just as the sheets slip off of Cloud's swollen breasts. His hair is also crawling down the nape of his neck, his eyes are puffy, and the red tinge in his cheeks brings out the blue hue in his eyes. Reno stares dumbly for a minute.
"Give her to me!" Cloud snaps.
Reno shakes his head free of his lewd admiration of Cloud's new body--something he helped create--and moves forward to place Charisma into his arms.
After taking one of Cloud's breasts in his hand and assisting with latching on, Reno slides back into bed and props himself up to watch his daughter nurse. Charisma's blue eyes follow him while she feeds.
"Damn, you gonna look just like your mama," Reno says, toying with one of her feet. "Gonna be crazy like him, too."
"Or annoying," Cloud says with a yawn, "like you. Turn off the light."
Reno doesn't do much lately besides obey. It's a transition that happened so naturally and seamlessly that everyone seemed to notice but himself. He does what his wife asks and eases down into the pillows in the darkness, holding his daughter's tiny foot between his index and middle fingers.
Cloud had spent his entire pregnancy hiding from the world, but for what, Reno doesn't know. He's even more irresistible now than he ever was.
Before, Reno's strange admiration of Cloud in motherhood had made him uncomfortable. Once, when he had tried to cover himself, Reno's hand had stopped him, as did the unanswerable question of 'why.'
You're my wife, he said. That's my kid.
He resists the urge to shield himself in the intimate act and instead maneuvers the baby onto his right breast and slides down to his side, facing Reno. He makes sure the baby is comfortably nursing on her side before rubbing a toe against Reno's shin, inviting him closer. Reno slides in and places an arm around both the baby and Cloud.
"I'mma give you another one," he whispers against Cloud's forehead after some time. "A son. You hear me?"
Cloud thinks he hears something dark in Reno's words. "That sounds like a threat," he says.
"No, doll." Reno's mouth forms into a circle, pressing against Cloud's head in a soft, lingering kiss. "Ain't no threat."
Cloud looks up at him curiously and finds his green eyes in the dark, framed by the old tattoos, swirling with something animalistic. Possession. Greed. It pulls a slow, burning tingle out of the deadened nerves down inside of him that rises in his belly.
He likes that feeling, he realizes. Being kept. Secure. Protected.
Reno slides a hand across the back of Cloud's neck, through the long hair there. He presses his mouth into Cloud's, and begins the process of unfolding his tongue into it, beckoning Cloud to follow. "A fuckin' promise," he breathes, holding Cloud close, with their baby snug and comfortable between them. Cloud closes his eyes, and welcomes Reno into his mouth. -- Cloud is pregnant again, three months later. It would have been sooner, had his body been capable of hosting another child. Enduring nausea again, Cloud tries to remember when it might have happened. In the closet, maybe, when Reno had cornered him in there while the baby was napping, pressed him up against the clothes and rubbed his cock right up against his clit. "C'mon, baby," Reno half-panted into his ear. He was already dropping his pants, and working on Cloud's. "Just a quickie. While Baby Girl's asleep." He couldn't resist it. Openly, he rejects Reno's insistence on a boy, noting his adoration and spoiling of their daughter, but inside, the old-world dominance excites him.
"Really want that son, don't you?" Cloud lifted his leg into Reno's hand and reached up for the bar that the clothes hang from.
--
Reno's assumption about Charisma had been entirely wrong. She had inherited Cloud's feminine beauty and petite figure, but Reno's impish character and mischievousness.
When she doesn't want her father to leave, she hides the keys. When an inquiry is made, she smirks like him, but says nothing. Reno's face, screwed up with annoyance, unfolds into a matching smirk. And he gets down on one knee and pulls her into a tickling-hug, then carries her off into a game of seek-and-find in the house.
"Is it... here?" He points to the toilet.
"No, dada!"
"Here?" He points to a fake potted plant in the corner. She giggles.
"No!"
They do this until Reno works his way into the correct hiding place. Cloud is both in awe and jealous by how naturally Reno behaves with their children, but forgets it as soon as their son crawls up onto the couch with him, asking to be held, wanting shelter from the noise his sister and father make.
Cloud looks down at him, and feels like he's looking at a school photograph of Reno. He manages the barest hint of a smile, and King snuggles right up next to Cloud's round belly, sticks his thumb in his mouth, and watches Rizzy and Reno play.
A mama's boy. Just like he was.
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