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I died
Sean Bean in Equilibrium
Dreams
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
TREAD SOFTLY - TheGoldenAppleofAsgard
Chapter 12 is up!
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Fandom: Final Fantasy 7: Remake
Pairing: Rufus Shinra x Cloud Strife
Rating: Explicit (Please note all of the tags)
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“Look at me.”
Cloud did as commanded on the authority in his voice alone, which was surprising, and Rufus gentled his grip around the sharp cut of his Little Bird’s jawline, musing at the newfound pliancy.
Cloud had been both strong and capable before Reno had brought him down, able to fight confidently, make decisions and follow them through, even if they were to his own detriment. There was a lot of strength in his character when they had first met that seemed to be mostly absent. Perhaps the shadow of it was there, but the entirety of it had not yet been rediscovered, though it seemed it would only be a matter of time.
Even after everything, loss of memory included, Cloud had been snarky to the point Rufus would have sorely liked to tumble him protesting over his knee until he showed some respect.
Perhaps, if that mouthy little creature returned, there would be time for that later.
Perhaps he would provoke it on purpose, just for the pleasure of educating his Little Bird on how to keep his petulance in check.
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Joey Batey as Fish in Not about Angels by Imogen Stubbs and Jeff Kavanagh, 2011. His partner is the gorgeous Ellie Nunn.
Come on. Aren't you just...
💔.
-sorry for the quality, Im doing my best-
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Father's voice filled his lodgings, and Will sighed, closing the door behind him and resting against it, eyes closed. He needed a moment, just to breathe and remain still.
"War. Violence. Murder. All of it, gone. At the steep cost of the highs, we have rid humanity of these dangerous, evil lows. There is no suffering. There is no madness. All that exists is a perfect world. A utopia. We did it, citizens of Libria. Without the burden of feeling, we are free to live."
☀️🌤⛅️🌥Tranquil session, one where I made many attempts at small things until they felt right, and time was only perceptible once I felt the chill of setting sun. I went out to play with and teach my friend—and I’m glad she showed up, because it was the only reason I went out—though she was so exhausted it was clearly the right thing to put my hammock up for her to nap and do my solitary practice quietly nearby. It was a good feeling, expressing adaptable friendship, valuing needs of the moment without unreasonable expectations and enjoying social-less and simple, powerful vicinity. ☝🏽These the mostly satisfying results of many attempts.