#└ Final Heaven ⋮ Tifa ┐

[ruuari]

I love... FFVIIR ✨ (print)

[shitpostingkats]

We need to talk Cloud Strife, esteemed Autism Haver, probably coming out of the goo with at least 30% of Zack's adhd diagnosis.

[pine-needle-shuffle]

Have I mentioned I love them? 'Cause I love them very much

[moonilit]

Ffvii doodles, Cissnei linking up Gongaga’s mushrooms maybe Zack’s parents with 7th heaven supply chain in exchange for free food for them always

[tifa-simp]

Woohoo, the seventh heaven logo fucks so hard!

[oveliagirlhaditright]

The Sugar in My Coffee - A Humorous (and Fluffy) Cloti and Zerith Fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63758122

Summary: A few weeks after Advent Children, Cloud and Tifa are still somehow be awkward and distant with each other. Aerith and Zack, then, decide to discreetly step in to help them and humor ensues.

The Sugar in My Coffee

Aerith’s PoV

"Zack… why is Cloud suddenly acting so helpless when it comes to Tifa?" asked Aerith, exasperated, as they watched over their friends from the Lifestream.

Normally, she wouldn’t have done this, of course. It was a massive invasion of privacy, so Aerith would usually only ever pay attention to her friends’ lives if she sensed that the planet was once again in danger.

But after Sephiroth had once again been defeated, and weeks later Aerith had sensed so much pain still coming from Cloud and Tifa’s hearts, she hadn’t been unable to resist the urge to take a peek to see what was going on there.

And Zack, it seemed, had been right there with her.

"Well… he was recently dying from Geostigma. Maybe we should cut him some slack,” Zack suggested—squinting his eyes so that he might better peer into the scene that was unfolding before his eyes, Aerith thought. He, after all, wasn’t a Cetra, so it was harder for him to see what was happening back on Gaia, when Aerith opened a path, than it was for the Ancient herself.

And Aerith wanted to agree with Zack here—because the truth was that their friend really had been through far too much—but even she had to draw a line when she learned that he was ignoring Tifa. Again!

Even after his Geostigma had been healed so expertly, if Aerith did say so herself, and Tifa had been cute and forgiving enough to blow him a kiss as soon as he'd been healed—after he'd ignored her the first time—but now this?

"He's breaking Tifa's heart again, Zack, and I won't have it. Nuh-uh."

Zack smiled at Aerith serenely for a beat—maybe thinking she was the greatest thing he'd ever seen, because she was, Aerith knew—before asking, "Okay, then, so what do we do? Pep talks again?"

That was possibly a good plan; and Aerith understood why Zack would suggest it, because not only had it helped Cloud recently, but a certain man named Kadaj that it really seemed that she had become the mother of, Aerith thought as she looked back towards her “son,” ruefully.

"I say we help him figure it out by giving him a nudge that he does need to talk to Tifa now," explained Aerith, thinking wistfully to her dates with Zack and Cloud, where she’d nudged them both in the directions she’d wanted them to go there. "And if that doesn't work, we'll get Denzel and Marlene involved. Who can say no to them?"

Zack looked at Aerith in shock for a moment, no doubt taken aback that she’d bring out the big guns. But then he grinned widely and nodded his head enthusiastically.

Okay, so it was a plan, then!

Time for her to get to work…

…

Cloud’s PoV

"Cloud… what's wrong? Why are we- why are we still having issues?" Tifa asked, turning around to face him as he sat at Seventh Heaven’s kitchen table, going over his deliveries for the next morning. It seemed to Cloud that she'd finally given up on finding busy work to do in the kitchen at the same time he was in here (like writing on the cream of tartar that it wasn't the same as tartar sauce: a mistake he'd learned the hard way when baking with Marlene a few months ago, so he was thankful to her for doing this), and finally decided that they needed to address the matter at hand.

And how Cloud wanted to kick himself for Tifa thinking they needed to address anything at all, because they were fine… should have been fine, anyway. She hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't her fault he still had problems communicating.

"I just… I guess I don't know how you forgave me so easily, Tifa?" Cloud started. And then inwardly cursed himself, not knowing where he was going with this, because hadn't he just been thinking they were fine… should have been fine, but was now contradicting the thought?

But taking a deep breath and deciding to let his heart do the talking, Cloud found himself continuing with, "Sure there instantiating circumstances when I left when I had Geostigma… but I still left you. With so much to take care of when I did. And don't you deserve better than that?"

In realizing what the problem was now, Tifa smirked a little and seemed to choose this moment to act "tough," as she asked Cloud point-blank, "Isn't that my choice?"

And it was. It really was. Tifa was so strong and forthright. And she… She really knew and loved him. It was hard to believe so, but she did. And that- that was why he loved her, too.

"It-it is,” Cloud said--standing now, so that he could begin walking towards Tifa the second the moment allowed. “And don't get me wrong. I don't want to push you away, when someone like you is…"

Oh, God, he was going to mess this up. Looking all around the kitchen for any kind of inspiration to use here, he found himself saying, "the sugar in my coffee…" and while that may have been true—and hey, Tifa's eyes were even the color of coffee—Cloud knew how horrible an analogy it was, and in not trying to ruin things, he was pretty sure he just had.

But Tifa just seemed to blush, tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and look around the room herself a little before saying, "U-Umm, thank you, Cloud. I appreciate that. B-but maybe you shouldn't be the one to teach Denzel and Marlene about metaphors, huh?"

Cloud snorted, suddenly finding his shoes very interesting, just as he broke out in gooseflesh. Well, he couldn't argue with that.

"So, then, are we-"

"But if we're going to use such, uhh, awful metaphors, know that you're the sugar in my chamomile," Tifa whispered, her face tomato red now, before she started to step away towards the living room-joint bar.

"Tifa, wait-" Cloud started, using a bit of his SOLDIER speed so he could get to her before she was gone and grab her arm to halt her.

And was it Cloud… or could see the ghostly form of Zack and Aerith again, at the edge of the room. Cloud scrubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but nope. His friends were still there.

"Aerith?!" Tifa choked with tears evident in her voice, indicating to Cloud that he wasn’t going crazy and this time she could see the pair, as well.

"We were going to step in to make sure you two were really going to sail this time, but it looks like you’ve got it covered—cheesy lines and all,” Aerith winked at her friend.

And Tifa sobered up then a little, brushed away her tears, and laughed lightly. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

"I think they learned a cheesy line or two from us, dear," Zack reminded his girlfriend. And Aerith giggled at that. And if that wasn't like the feel of her "Healing Rain," Cloud didn't know what was.

"Well, we have to go now. Be good. And take care of Marlene and Denzel!" Aerith urged them, with something there in her voice Cloud couldn’t quite make out.

And holding hands, the couple walked away and disappeared back into the Lifestream—not unlike how they had a few weeks ago.

Tifa watched them in awe, just like Cloud had, before she turned to him with a big grin on her face and fell into his arms. "Our lines were cheesy… but at least we knew that, I guess. Still, I can't help feeling Denzel and Marlene are doomed."

"But at least they'll know they have two parents who love them like no other," Cloud reminded Tifa. 'And we love each other,' he thought, kissing the top of her head.

Sitting down, then, to a warm glass of coffee while the kids continued to play “Monopoly” in Denzel’s room, Cloud reflected that everything truly was alright.

Author's Note: A rewrite of a story I wrote… probably about sixteen-seventeen years ago. o_0 And I partly rewrote it, because I don’t think I’m the best at writing comedy anymore? But I do think the original, at least, was really funny (it had my friend Michael, at least, bursting out in laughter as he read it).

So, I rewrote it to somewhat try and practice comedy in my writing again and recapture that feeling. I don’t know if it’s AS funny as it once was, because tbh: the original was probably a little OOC (as I was very new to writing then), and I very obviously wanted to stay true to the characters here. But I tried.

Hope you all enjoyed:)

And this is dedicated to my old friend, Michael. Michael, we’ve admittedly drifted apart. And I’m not going to message you about this or anything like that (though I do know you’re still a fan of FFVII and you used to read fanfiction, though I don’t know if you do anymore). But if you ever do just happen to find this on your own, know that this is dedicated to you, of course, and I still love you, my friend, and hope that you’re doing well.

Edit: Oh, and the tartar sauce and cream of tartar thing was a reference to some of fanfiction author "Qwi-Xux's" wonderful CloTi work, where in one of her works Cloud DID mix those two things up while baking with Marlene. LOL

[flying-princess]

Tifa for president. She would Final Heaven orange intolerant men.

[ageha-sds]

tifa's serving spaghetti with meat sause at the bar

[fearowkenya]

this is another wip from the fic im working on where yuffie accidentally concusses herself on a zipline. for context, aerith has just come to the realization that maybe it was a bad idea to talk about babysitting the concussed teenager in front of the concussed teenager. jeez aerith dont you know thats embarrassing!!! anyway listen as good with people as aerith is, sometimes you fuck up and forget that the walls of johnnys seaside inn are not even a little bit soundproof.

it was fun writing aerith doing some damage control/de-escalation. she does it in a way that is sneaky and lighthearted without veering into being like... mean-spirited or disrespectful, y'know?

god knows when this fic is gonna see the light of day so im thinking i'll still post a wip every so often to give myself SOME sense of progress

[darklordmortimer]

Tifa Lockhart

This was difficult to make, but it's done.

#FinalFantasyVIIRemake #TifaLockhart #FanArt #SeventhHeaven

[takemetorapture]

[stripclub-elysium]

Carole stopped her show and looked at Tifa and then at Timido having a dildo halfway in her pussy, blushing at them looking at her.

"We are... not using those to show how we gonna please men?" Carole asks akwardly

The True Seventh Heaven

Closed with @stripclub-elysium

Continued from here

When the two girls entered the Seventh Heaven, none of the Customers gave them much attention since female customers were nothing unusual... this however changed when the one with the dark skin went to the barkeeper. "Excuse me... me and my friend are looking for Miss Lockhart." The girl requested, getting the attention of every men who overheard her... it was one thing to be a girl entering the Club and requesting the Boss herself was hardly anything new either... but the way she adressed Tifa could only mean one thing... those girls are here for a job.

Tifa hummed with a soft grin, turning away from the bar as she cocked her hips. Looking across the two new girls with a judgemental and curious look

"Well, you have found me~. How can I help the two of you~?" she hummed with a wide smirk

[midgarangel]

ꗃ i could use your help | cloud strife ☁️

summary: cloud has a minor injury and just can’t stay away from you.

contents: nsfw! cloud strife x fem reader, cloud silently adores reader, they banter a lot, he loves her outfits, reader also silently adores cloud, mutual pining. switch cloud if you really squint..idk he whimpers here and there.

words: 1.6k (?)

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After a side mission gone wrong, you and Cloud sat in seventh heaven alone decompressing. The air in midgar felt heavy as nightfall hit. Cloud stared at the light bulb above him while your finger danced on the rim of your shot glass.

“Hows your wrist?” you broke the silence.

“Fine. I think.” He responded.

You and Cloud were friends who occasionally flirted with eachother albeit he didn’t act like it in front of the others. It was a weird dynamic but it worked for you guys. He winced as he flexed his wrist, it was sprained for sure.

“Maybe some ice might help?” Cloud watched you as you went behind the bar, focusing on the way your boots made noise against the floor. Ice wrapped up in a cloth, you beckoned cloud to put his wrist on the counter.

“Didn’t have to do this you know.” He winced as you applied pressure, “Clearly I do.” You looked up at him and noticed him staring, a shy smile creeping on your face. He looked away instantly, his cheeks reddening.

—

The next evening you were playing darts with Tifa when you both heard a knock at her door. She turned down the music before opening.

“Oh. Hi Cloud!”

“Hey Tifs.” He looked around her room and immediately noticed you sitting on the floor. Hair flowing because of the open window, wearing those same boots.

“Uh..can i borrow you?” Cloud asked as he nodded his head towards the hallway.

“Of course.” Standing in the dim hallway smoothing down your skirt, you waited for Cloud to speak. He looked cute when he was nervous you thought.

“I-I was wondering if you could clean my sword for me?” He pointed to his wrist then began again, “I get it if you don’t wanna-“

“Wheres the thing? In your room?” You asked while already halfway down the hall on your way there.

“Yes.”

Upon entering, you noticed how gray and dim it was; how there weren’t many colors.

“Cloud do you have any candles?”

“Candles? what for?” He took a seat on his bed while you snooped around for them.

“To liven it up a bit in here, it’s very gloomy.”

“Check my nightstand.”

There they were. Soon the room had a yellowy orange hue to it, eventually you started cleaning the infamous sword.

“I’d do it myself but this wrist is really causing problems.” Cloud said as he now laid on his bed looking at the ceiling.

“You know what’s funny?” You said while wiping off a scuff mark.

“What?”

“You get hurt so often but a sprained wrist is what puts you out of commission.” Giggling was all Cloud could hear as he smirked to himself.

He was really enjoying your company but he’d never admit it, plus your laugh sounded like heaven. Getting his mind off of Sephiroth felt impossible along with everything else in the world going to shit. Now his wrist is bothering him to top it off.

“Cloud.” You said his name, getting him out of his thoughts. He sat back up, you were still cleaning with your back turned to him.

“I hope you’re not beating yourself up for getting hurt..I was just joking.”

“I know you were. Don’t worry, I’m not.”

“Good.” You continued shining the weapon.

“Could’ve fooled me though..I wish you would relax more.” Cloud took in your words as he watched you bend down to pick up a tool you had dropped, your skirt giving away what you were wearing underneath, he looked away cursing himself.

You kept speaking, “Even Barrets worried for you believe it or not.”

Cloud chuckled. “What do you do to left off steam?” He asked. Finally you turned to him ready to ramble.

“Hm..i’ll either read in bed with some tea or play guitar. Maybe get a drink, nothing too crazy.” Cloud nodded and looked at the ground. You started again, “Or sometimes ill-” then quickly stopped yourself.

Cloud looked up waiting for you to continue, your face turning beet red. “You’ll what?”

“No-nothing! I wasn’t gonna say anything.” You turned around again pretending to be focused on getting the dirt and grime out of the sword but Cloud wasn’t having it.

“Oh come on now you have to tell me.”

“Not happening.” You replied refusing to turn around. He started snickering.

“You’re gonna make me think more huh..”

“Just forget it.”

“Let me guess at least.”

You both were getting a kick out of this convo even though you seemed embarrassed.

“Fine. Guess.” You turned to him awaiting his answers.

“A shower?”

“No.” He looked at the candles.

“Lighting a candle and watching a movie?”

“…No”

“The only thing left I can think of is rub-“

“Ah!!stop!! don’t finish that sentence.” Surprisingly Cloud threw his head back laughing which was a rare sight.

It made your heartbeat quicken but you weren’t sure if it was from seeing him this way or what you guys were talking about.

“Holy shit. That’s what you couldn’t say!?”

“Cloud...” You fake pouted.

“Everyone does it, even me.” Cloud didn’t know where this boldness was coming from, maybe he was too comfortable around you. Or maybe it was the fact he thinks about you more than he liked to admit.

“Oh yeah?” You challenged him. He nodded nonchalantly. “Mhm…I-I mean now I can’t though because of my wrist.”

Interesting

“That’s the hand you-“

“Yep. Mhm.”

Short answers now but it still wasn’t as awkward as you thought it’d be. You giggled in response.

“I feel bad for you even more now.”

He laughed at that but it was sincere.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

A beat of silence ensued as you were finishing up with the sword. “I could help if you want.”

Huh? did he hear that right?

“..Fuck did I make it weird? I’m sor-“

“Uh..no-no. It’s just, are you serious?” Cloud wanted to make sure he knew what you meant. You turned around to look at him once more.

“Yes. I care about you Cloud.” He was done for. He thought this might be Sephiroth messing with his head for the thousandth time. You came over to sit with him on his bed, he watched your hips sway in that skirt. So cute and flowy.

“I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. Don’t feel obligated to-”

You rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t be sitting here if I felt pressured, you silly goose.”

Cloud nodded.

“I know how much pressure you’re under every day, that’s a lot for someone..especially you, basically having the world on your shoulders.”

Cloud wanted to pinch himself, he was getting lost in all of this.

“Just wanna make you feel better.” You smile warmly and put your hand on his thigh.

“You’re killing me right now.” He whispered. Slowly leaning in. You pecked him on the lips. They’re soft just like you thought they’d be.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Before you knew it the kiss intensified, You couldn’t help but whine at the fact that this was happening. Pushing him a little onto the bed, straddling him, hips grinding on autopilot as you're submerged in the moment.

He's mesmerised by the sight once you break the kiss, his non sprained hand smoothing up your side then cupping your face tenderly. That action alone made the both of you blush.

You wanted to continue making out but you had a job to do with one goal, make Cloud see stars. His eyes followed you like a lost puppy, getting on the floor, unbuckling his pants as he sat there in a daze. “Wait wait-here.” He grabbed a pillow and sat it down where your knees were. “What a gentleman..” You laughed. “I get that a lo-fuck.” The way you grabbed his dick cut him off.

“I could do this all day you know..drive you crazy with just my touch." Your shoulders shrugged as you stared back and forth between his face and dick.

Cloud couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. He knew you were confident but wow. A soft whimper left his mouth as soon as you licked his tip. You looked up, tongue wetting your lips, pupils blown wide, then you pressed your mouth to the head of his dick, spit already pooling under your tongue.

He groans through his teeth, barely restraining the twitch of his hips. You hum around him, hollowing your cheeks, taking more, until the tip hits the back of your throat and you gag just a little—on purpose.

His hand tangles in your hair immediately, soft but firm. You feel him buck his hips up a bit more, anchoring, letting go of hesitation. Cloud can’t think of anything else with you on the floor giving it your all right now.

“You look so mffhh pretty.” He says as he looks down at you with hooded eyes.

Everything about this is so intimate. Tears prickling the corners of your eyes, your spit coats him and dribbles down your chin. You look a complete mess yet with his dick pulsing against your tongue, you moan around him graciously.

He’s close, you can feel it in the way his thighs tense, in the pressure building in the base of his dick.

He growls something that sounds like your name—maybe not, maybe just a noise of pleasure but you gag around him again, pushing him deeper.

“Look at me..please?” He sighs when you do.

You stick your tongue out while stroking him. His orgasm comes quick, his cum spilling hot and sudden all over your tongue. You swallow, not wasting a drop.

He stifles a groan but it sounds broken, watching your lips kiss him through every twitch. You wipe the corners of your mouth. He looks spent, and finally relaxed. He helps you up.

“I told you you’d kill me.”

You giggled again and sat next to him on his bed.

“You don’t look dead, just really content..like you had too much mako.”

He laughs and kisses you. Cloud just stares at you with so much adoration. You spend the rest of the night together brainstorming on ways to make his room more colorful. His buster sword shines by the door.

—

hope you enjoyed xx <3

[tifa-simp]

"Realistic Tifa"

I see the debate about Tifa's body making its way to the fandom again for the 158349th times, and just like the 158348 times before, I'm puzzled by that notion. Cos no, realistically speaking, Tifa would NOT be bulky. And I'll tell you why.

Let's get this out of the way first before anyone wants to use it as a gotcha. Yes, I do draw Tifa more muscular than her game model. But that's because I suck at anatomy, and there's no better way to study than to cooperate it with drawing fanart. I also draw Cloud bigger than he is in the game. Ok? Let's move.

Now, when they say "realistic," I want to ask, "Realistic how?". Cos if we're talking about the reality that the character Tifa Lockhart lives in the world of the game Final fantasy 7, then no, her body isn't unrealistic.

For started, the training program that she's taken from the beginning was never about building muscle.

And it's not a throw-away line, you can see this reflects clearly in her canon lore in the game. Among the cast, Tifa's one of the fastest characters. In the stair climbing mission in Remake, she's way ahead of Cloud- an enhanced human equivalent of a first-class SOLDIER. In Nibelheim mission, she's as fast as or even faster than Sephiroth and Zack - 2 actual first-class SOLDIERS- at some point. Even in og, her design has always included her long legs, which means that this character has speed. Most of the attacks she uses in cutscenes are kicks (Eligor, Red Dragon,vv...). All of her limit breaks (Somersault, Dolphin Flurry, Meteor Strikes) mainly use her legs. Tifa is absolutely a lower body girlie.

You can read here about in-depth analysis of Tifa's fighting style. You can see that there are a lot of gymnastics inspired moves. Don't forget that Tifa is used to climbing back when she was a guide. Climber, gymnasts, runner, they don't require a lot of bulky muscle. Typically, their bodies are cut, lean, and flexible, like Tifa. Had she continued with her training and climbed more, maybe her upper body would've developed more, too. Unfortunately, Tifa's pierced by a 6-foot sword at the age of 15, which almost killed her and took an incredible toll on her body.

Wounded, alone and poor, she had to spend the next 3 years working her fingers to the bone to pay medical debt, living on steamed buns, sleeping in a container. Of course, she still remembers to train, but there's no way she can regain the body before Nibelheim with significantly less time and food. By the time she reached 18, she managed to free herself from the scam, but that doesn't mean she can relax. In 2 years, she had to learn to mix drinks, manage a restaurant, code, help around sector 7, take care of a child, learn about the city, and then fight. Here's her schedule for a day in 7th heaven.

Imagine cooking, serving, mixing, managing a restaurant for a whole day, on top of Avalanche stuff, on top of training, on top of fighting monsters, on top delivering water filter ALL-BY-YOURSELF, just imagine how exhausting that would be. And remember, she still lived in a slum. Just because she works in the kitchen doesn't mean she can eat as she likes. Those food are for the customers. You can see that Tifa's body has low body fat as her veins are visible even when her body is relaxed.

To have the body that many promote to be Tifa's "realistic body", or in another name "beefa", she need A LOT of calories and nutrition intake, a different, heavier workout routine and the addition of high-intensity interval training. Tifa simply doesn't have that luxury with the life she had in sector 7. Look at how much female body builder has to eat to maintain their body. There's no way Tifa can follow this.

People still have the misconception that it is muscle=strength. Go and google body builder/gymer vs. farmer, worker, fighter, vv... Not all big muscles are strong, and not all strong muscles are visible. There's a reason we have terms like "dad strength," "farmer/worker strength," "sleeper build," and "functional strength vs. gym strength, "... Tifa's body makes sense within her circumstance and design direction.

And if you want to pull the "But she can punch metal machine with her bare hands," I'll point to the rest of the FF7 cast. Barret carries a machine gun 24/7, his right arm should've been waaay bigger than his left arm. Cloud and Yuffie jump around with giant metal weapons 24/7 too, yet Yuffie is even skinner than Tifa, and Cloud's body is definitely not bulk enough either. Ah yes, let's talk about Cloud Strife. If we talk about lore, Cloud's body is too buff for someone who hasn't moved a muscle for 5 years. And if we talk about "reality," Cloud is 100% a steroid user. His body is juiced up with Mako. Yet his muscles don't develop enough to be believable. To be able to wield a pure steel giant sword like the Buster sword, he should at least look like this. With the power of Mako and S cells, Cloud could've totally had a much more ripped body. However, people never question his build. Power scaling in FF7 never makes 100% sense, but everyone else rolls with it just fine until it comes to Tifa.

Also, materia exists. Tifa's gloves are equipped with them. Why don't people consider those canon material when discussing Tifa's strength?

That's why I never understand why these types of debate only focus on Tifa and her alone. FF7 world has enough fantasy elements and real-world settings to justify her design. Why is she always singled out to carry the responsibility to be "100% accurate design"? When her body is backed up by lore reasons, real-life reasons, and design reasons? A girl who's fatally wounded, lost all her muscle, spent 5 years working and eat cheap food, lived in a gutter, is dirt poor, and spent most her days running, hiding, stressing over life; is skinny and toned? No waaayyyy~

[mooglemarauder]

ff7 Tea thing that I want to make into a comic but i need more research so here's the script for now

Avalanche visiting Wutai for a vacation instead of a WRO meeting, Cid invites Tifa and Cloud to a special tea tasting Yuffie is putting on for him.

Barret takes the kids with him for sightseeing. Tifa is interested in the tasting for ideas for Seventh Heaven and new drinks. Cloud isn't that into it but is dragged along anyways.

Yuffie, the white rose of Wutai, is pulling all of the stops. Full outfit, the best ceramics, best tea selection, and most importantly, Yuffie's favorite chocobo tea pet.

Everyone is immediately ordered to sit down.

She's prideful of the practice, taking time to explain each step of boiling the water, warming the tea leaves to activate them, using every sense to appreciate the flavors.

Tifa"What purpose does the tea pet serve?"

Yuffie"Visual pleasure, obviously."

Cid"Can we get some more cushions in here? Sitting like this is seriously messing with my back-"

Yuffie"DON'T YOU DARE MOVE OUT OF THE SITTING POSITION"

Somehow the tea is finally finished.

Cid"About damn time!"

Yuffie"Shut up and prepare to have your tastebuds exploded!"

Cid, Tifa, and Cloud take a sip.

It's flavor is rich and warm.

Tifa"Wow! Thats so good!"

Cid"Alright, I have to admit, that was good."

Yuffie"You bet!"

Yuffie shows off a more exciting method, Tifa asks if she can try, which Yuffie happily obliges.

Cloud looks at the color in his tea cup.

He smells the aroma.

Listens to the idle chatter of good friends.

Sipping the tea, Cloud hopes this feeling of serenity reaches him too

At his back, the faint outline of Zack sits casually, sipping from his own cup, saying something like “Who knew that brat could brew such a tasty flavor!” to which Aerith would reply "Don't be rude!"

Cloud smiles.

The sight quiets the room. Cloud notices the silence, but Tifa tells Cloud not to worry as he takes another sip.

Tifa enjoys the rare sight of his smile.