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FFVII: Remake | Drew the suit meme again, this time with the theme "Tseng undercover"

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all of avalanche: “so cloud what were you doing in nibelheim? where is this story goi-”

cloud, a gay disaster: “-and then sephiroth SLAYED A DRAGON and then flipped his hair and was so chill about it all and it was SO COOL YOU GUYS he’s so amazing and strong and i was shook the whole time also his materia was completely MASTERED he was like LEVEL FIFTY he’s so dreamy”

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

Dubiously Evil

You do what you have to. To some, what you're doing is wrong, and to others, it is undeniably right. Despite this, you continue. Even if you don't enjoy it, you'll continue. When you die, you most likely feel one of two ways: disappointed, if you couldn't reach your goal. Was all this for nothing? And, on the other hand, proud and relieved. This is a burden you've carried for far too long, and now it's one you can let go. You don't fight it either way.

Tagged by: @animus-inspire

Oh Tseng, you are a loyal man to the bitter bitter end.

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Lucky Crimson

It seemed that even being near death, duty still called. With a soft nod of his head, Vincent watched the Turk as he moved around with flames of the fire dancing in his crimson eyes. “We aren’t here for you to heal.” He deadpanned, throwing a glance to the blonde on the bed who was far worse off than he currently was given his pacing and eagerness to get back into the fray.

It was the question regarding the phone that made Vincent stand to full height, shadows following him as he moved closer to the brunette and leaning against the bed post. Mismatched arms crossing over his chest, he narrowed his eyes and hid the smirk behind the tall mantle. This Turk was smart, he could see it. But he wondered if he realized that the President thinking they were dead would give them an upper hand in whatever was about to happen.

“With you dead…they’ll never see you when you come.” He stated matter-of-factly. Also, a haunting answer to No I don’t have a phone. I use carrier pigeon. “You can still work…just work on being able to hold her up. Because when you do leave here, she will need you.” Another message of because I won’t be here to help you once you leave his place.

Darkened eyes settled back on the brunette as he moved, gingerly to settle next to Elena and the fire. Vincent stepped away to let him have more warmth as he threw another log on the fire. There was a moment of tenderness in the way the Turk covered his comrade with his tattered coat. Frowning Vincent pulled his gaze away, bitterness and anger rising in his chest at the simple gesture. It wasn’t Tseng’s fault; he wasn’t alive back then. However, it still hurt. Even after all these years.

“I know where I can find a mastered Cura.” Vincent said softly, a little hint of that old venom still on his tongue. “You need to stay here with her. If you leave…I’ll hunt you down and shoot you myself.” With a flourish of his cloak, he opened the door to the cottage and glanced back at the Turk who still sat there. “I’ll bring food for when she wakes.” And on those words, he left. The old shack shook loose dirt as he slammed shut the door and left to steal back some materia.

Bravery or foolishness? Tseng wondered briefly which vice had been the end of Vincent Valentine. Turks could not afford mistakes, the mission always had to be first priority above even one’s own life. 

Yet, Tseng himself had a vice, perhaps the worst one a Turk could bear, a weak heart. Looking to the sleeping figure of Elena, thinking of Rufus. Sitting here waiting for his body to mend enough to function. Once upon a time the Turks had been powerful. They had been a top company resource with enough funding to leave Palmer drooling in his office at the thought of commandeering it. 

In a moment of anger and resentment of the past he grimaced. 

Now the Turks had nothing, Shinra had nothing, nothing but Jenova’s bloody head between them and the entire world’s collapse. Yet here Tseng was, selfishly thinking of Rufus, not the mission. Thinking of the life of a coworker over the lives of all of Gaia. Knowing all too intimately how Sephiroth could destroy life in a mere instant. 

Tseng missed power and control.

Now he sat on the floor without even a fucking cellphone or gil to his name. 

Still, Tseng silently allowed the older ex-Turk to leave without speaking his mind. There was no use in yelling at one’s elders. The sea does not move for one fish. He was almost tempted to pray to Leviathan. Not for his sake, Tseng didn’t deserve prayers for the kind of man he was. But Elena was young and impulsive, Rufus needed to live. 

Tseng waited as Vincent asked. Yet, the activity he chose wasn’t perhaps what one would have expected. Finding some old paper in the abandoned room, Tseng at least still had a working pen on his person. The letter was simple, a will and testament. He had a more formal version drafted up in the office. But this, was more personal. Entirely written in Wutaian and addressed to one, Rufus Shinra. If this was to be a final mission, Tseng would not leave it with regrets and words unsaid. 

When Vincent finally returned he held up the letter from his resting spot. “Give it to him, should I fail the mission.”

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A loud moan left Rufus's lips. He had never been loud before R-17. But his lover liked his sounds, and had a way of ripping them from his throat with his wild abandon. As Rufus understood it, sex had been freely indulged in where he was raised in the bowels of Shinra. But Rufus was slightly more modest, and they weren't alone in the house. "Seventeen, Tseng's–" he tried to focus, but the thought flew right out of his head as pleasure blanketed his brain and he cried, "Oh fuck! Fuck, yes!"

Tseng had always been a quiet man. A feature that was rather valuable in his line of work.

But that didn't stop him from listening. Knowing the sound on the other side of thin walls all too well. Damn it, why couldn't they at least try to be subtle! They weren't even in the bedroom. From the sounds he could tell Rufus was flustered. Perhaps it was the fact that they were blatantly fucking in the tea room. Or Tseng guessing quite correctly that Rufus was on the bottom for this affair.

Now it was not to be mistaken, Tseng was not the prudish or judgemental sort. However odd it might be to fuck one's near identical clone. The fact was it was hard to deny both men were attractive, and it didn't actually hurt anyone that they seemed to enjoy each other physically.

But that didn't stop a touch of jealousy tightening in his chest with each ravenous moan. His heart thumping harder as he considered how easy it would be to get a view of the two men. Then his name slid out. The hushed panic in Rufus' voice soon brought to profanity by whatever Seventeen was now doing to him.

Tseng hand drew to the bridge of his nose in frustration as he tried to fight off a physical reaction of his own.

Remain professional, Rufus owns the house and would do as he pleased in it after all. Tseng was his security... and as such he would be on hand as needed. Even if that meant listening to his boss get railed, and knowing the details of Rufus' sex life with his clone in such painful intimacy.

R-17 hadn't exactly eased the ache Tseng silently held for Rufus, only made it worse. Now instead of one gorgeous blue eyed blond, he had to content with two sets of those icy orbs. Staring into his soul, one accompanied with soft pink locks that reminded him of sakura in spring.

Fuck.

Why did they both moan so loud?

He glanced around the corner. If only for a moment. Near instantly R-17's ocean like orbs met his own amber hues. Tseng couldn't deny his surprise. He was always silent in his movements. But there Seventeen was, looking right as him as Rufus was faced toward the pink haired copy of himself. Moaning as R-17 didn't hesitate to roughly handle Rufus by the hips, nail marks already present on pale skin from a more then eager lovemaking session that definitely wasn't over.

Tseng broke eye contact. Palms sweating as he disappeared behind the wall. Silently swallowing as he realized just how hard it was going to be to look either of them in the eye. After all, Seventeen had seen through him. How long would it be till Rufus saw his dark intentions?

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Administrative Research

“Of course I’m right,” Rufus said crisply. He didn’t like how Tseng laughed in this situation, even though he knew it was the sort of thing he’d do if their places were reversed. Not that Rufus would allow himself to be in this state, if given the choice. He would have gone to a hospital before showing up on Tseng’s doorstep. Rufus’s heart rate increased. How desperate had Tseng been to see him that he’d risked his life and incited Rufus’s worry just to see him? Obviously the man wasn’t thinking clearly. Rufus was no knight.

“I’m not nearly so noble,” he replied. While he had intended to joke, something softer and more honest snuck in. Medical was much more agreeable. “Thank you.”

Balking at Tseng’s offer to help, the other man was quick to defend his actions. Grudgingly, he allowed him to help – only because he was too tired to put up a proper fight over it. Tseng would see a doctor in the morning. That would have to be good enough. The mention of clothes made him perk up out of the ritualistic cleaning haze he’d fallen into. Tseng… in his clothes? Oh, he liked that. “Of course. Whatever you need is yours.” Rufus really needed to get to the privacy of the bathroom to get used to that idea. And the idea of Tseng in his bed. Because he was sleeping there whether Tseng thought he should or not. He just didn’t know that yet.

His body had other ideas. One moment he was perfectly stable, and the next he was collapsed against warm, bare skin that smelled like Tseng from this close even under the abominable stench. His exhausted body responded, blood rushing south and then north to heat his cheeks. “I’m fine. Tseng, I’m fine,” he protested, shoving himself away from all of that lovely chest, but unable to ease the death grip he had on Tseng’s shoulder trying to find his footing again. “You will keep both of my feet firmly planted on the ground. You’re actively hurt; I’m just tired. Shiva,” Rufus abruptly released Tseng’s shoulder, wavering but managing to stay upright. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Rufus felt like a fool, especially with the heat radiating from his face, but he couldn’t rush things, not when he felt this weak. “I only have a few things to tend to in the bathroom. Have you eaten? Have something while you wait. There are a few ready-to-eat foods in the fridge. Please, Tseng, I’ll be fine.” Rufus did his best to soothe the Turk, unable to bear the thought of any further contact with him. It was difficult enough to keep his focus on Tseng’s eyes and not his chest. He took a couple, very careful, steps on his own to prove himself. “See? I can walk. Eat. Rest.”

“You are a knight to me, it matters not if you admit it.” Tseng knew he was embarrassing Rufus. But the young man had a virtue to him whether he chose to see it or not. A keen eye and a gentle heart under all the ice. Determined to be considerate of others even if it put himself in harms way. Brave if at times foolish. 

Still the tight grip on him did cause his muscles to flex in support. Not minding how eyes drifted in spite of himself. “I’m alright.” Rufus hadn’t done any more damage then was common between sparing Turks. He could handle the hard hold on himself, even wounded. Keeping his own posture even as he could smell the soft linen of Rufus’ clothes. Had they ever been this close? A few times maybe...

“I am tired... but take your time. Please don’t do anything risky, sir.”

The shades of pale pink in Rufus’ cheeks reassured him that the young man was trying to save face. Even more so he would most likely be angry if he acted as a mother hen any further. “I’ll wait in the kitchen. However I would like a quick shower before I borrow any cloths. There isn’t any sense in me ruining anything else tonight.” Thus he made his way and after a moment elected to sit in his underwear with a microwaved package of cup-noodles. Throwing in some extra garlic, scallions and an egg as he stirred it all together into a harmony. Slurping the cup shamelessly.

For a moment he wondered what the young man was doing alone-- in the bathroom-- with his... ruined clothes. Perhaps it was best to not let the more perverse section of his mind run wild. 

Maybe the toxins were affecting his judgement more then he wanted to admit....

Listening quietly to make sure he didn’t hear Rufus fall or stumble again. Which would immediately get him running over despite his wounds. 

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Kink meme - bound hands/hands-off games (“confess your sins” is such an apt title for your ask box rn lol)

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

So long as his partner is into it he is very fond of spoiling them well they are unable to do things themselves. Also when everything is consensual and he isn't an actual hostage it is a good way to get him to turn off his brain for a bit and just enjoy the sexy times. Once again this is still all off the table until he trusts a partner.

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Kink rating: Bondage, weapon play, and spanking

Bondage:

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

He's always is hesitant to get into bondage with a new partner. Preferably he would rather be the one tying someone up in most situations. Since he has some trouble turning off work mode and trusting someone else with control. However if a partner has his trust he does rather enjoy letting them take the lead and playing games, maybe even more then taking the lead.

Weapon Play:

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Oh no its hot but a bad idea

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Definitely not something he would start up unless he had good reason to think a partner would like it. But if he gets permission he's gonna run with it cause he maybe enjoys his work a little too much. Not an all the time thing but certainly a fun pick me up.

Spanking:

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | A Turn Off

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

If a partner were to spank him they would pretty quickly get a glare from him. He just finds it disrespectful. If he had too he would tolerate it but he isn't into it and if given a choice would probably leave. Maybe someone could talk him into it given a lot of work.

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Send in Kinks and My muse will rate them.

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

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What are your favorite birds, turk?

“Flamingo’s are rather vibrant and smart birds. However I always personally identified with ravens watching the neighbourhood. They know our faces and habits, yet we know so little about them observing us. I’ve also always liked pigeons. They are rather adept message birds. Not to mention the beauty of seeing tropical birds like the crimson rosella. But that’s just naming a few to start off.” 

Tseng had a good deal of books on various birds. He had always enjoyed giving a chocobo a nice pet when given the chance. But it was important to make sure no one was watching first. 

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“It’s crazy, isn’t it? Two complete strangers who know nothing about each other being brought together like this.”

Tseng nodded. “I can’t say this is what I expected exactly. But it seems that our families desire an alliance, enough so for us to be well, wed.” Things within Shinra were complicated. Particularly for members of Wutaian descent. Now that things were changing in Wutai, Shinra planned to have members of various clans unite to form a stronger system-- one loyal to the company or at the vary least with aligning influence. 

Still Tseng couldn’t help but have some trepidation. Vincent was older then him and more experienced. Not to mention Tseng barely knew his home country. A place he was now expected to take on a rather important role. 

“Are you, happy with this arrangement?” Tseng didn’t know why his heart skipped looking at those deep red eyes. He wasn’t sure why his chest felt tight, did he look alright? If this was to be his future husband then he had to make a good impression! 

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Arranged marriage AU starter sentences

“So you’re my future bride/groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“I know it doesn’t seem so, but I will take care of you.”

“Let’s get this straight, I’m only agreeing with this arrangement so my parents would shut up.”

“I…think I’m in love?”

“You don’t have to worry, I’m never going to touch you.”

“I look forward to getting to know you better.”

“Are you scared? Don’t be. ‘ll protect you from today onwards.”

“You are the reason why I can’t be happy.”

“I don’t want to marry you at all, the person I love is someone else.”

“We’ll make this work out.”

“Don’t run away from this, from me!”

“I can’t believe they’re making us get together.”

“It’s crazy, isn’t it? Two complete strangers who know nothing about each other being brought together like this.”

“The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be.”

“I know it’s already been arranged, but let me do this properly…Will you marry me?”

“All right, all right! If you’re so against it, then we can work together to sabotage our own wedding!”

“If I don’t win your heart in a month we can call off the wedding.”

“You are mine now. Don’t look at anyone else.”

“Don’t cry. I promise I will love you and protect you to the best of my ability, til death do we part.”

“I have loved the idea of you since before you were even born.”

“ have been eagerly awaiting the day I could finally meet you…and I am not disappointed. You are beautiful.”

“I don’t think this is going to work out. It’s a mistake to go through with this.”

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‘ 🍫 ‘ for Cloud to leave a box of chocolate on Tseng's desk and hope to not get caught 😬

Turks really are the worst. They appear exactly when you don’t want them too. As Cloud placed the chocolate Tseng peeked in through the glass door. A smile as he unlocked it with a key card. “Cadet. Isn’t it a bit late for you to be sneaking about?” Still the smooth smile didn’t falter. The soft steps of leather shoes nearly silent in his approach. “However if you’d like to apply for a transfer... sneaking into my office is... a good start.”  Tseng was never a man to skip an opportunity. Especially when it was like a chocobo’s ruffled feathers. Staring at him with nervous blue eyes. “Cloud Strife, that is your name, right Cadet?”