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latenightdaydreams · 3 months

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hiii, I just came across your blog from a reblog about the Mafia König x CEO Reader. I was wondering if you would do a part 2? I also don’t know when you posted it, so I apologize if it’s too soon lol.

yess! here you are🥰

Mafia!König x CEO!Reader Part 2(fem)

Part 1, Part 3

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, bound and gagged, non-con

1.3k word count

König has started to really enjoy having you as a slave. Not only because of the sexual gratification, but because it’s fun to speak to an intellectual such as yourself; even if you are a bitch. He’s begun walking you around on a leash, having you chained to his desk dress in only lingerie.

He sits with his legs up on his desk, resting back in his desk chair. On the computer screen he is logged into a meeting with his associates. You sit beside him, out of view, with a leather muffler gag over your mouth so any sound you make is suppressed into a moan. Your arms tied behind your back with silk rope. He gave you a pink dog bed to kneel on so your knees won’t hurt too bad. You’re wearing nothing at the moment, only your collar.

You kneel and gaze at the screen as all the men chat with one another about their most recent business deals. Two of the men you recognize, a part of you wonders if they know how König has you. His large hand reaches out and begins to caress your hair, petting you as if you’re a dog. With his other hand he rubs his cock, getting himself hard for the moment the call is over.

Slowly, you drop your gaze to his crotch, noticing the massive tent that has formed. König looks at you and sees you staring. He winks at you before chuckling and looking back at the screen. As the meeting comes to an end, König takes his feet off of the table.

“Ja, if anything comes up, I’ll let you know.” König exits and turns his chair to face you. “See how much more smoothly things run without an annoying little bitch intercepting everything?”

You glare at him, suppressing an eyeroll so he doesn’t punish you any further than what he already has planned. His icy blue eyes trail up and down your body before meeting your eyes once more. One of his hands reaches out and caresses the side of your face, tapping you lightly.

“Komm her.” He motions for you to crawl to him.

With your arms behind your back, you crawl on your knees up to him. He reaches behind your head to undo your gag, your lips puffy from the pressure of the gag. His hand grabs your jaw and holds your head up, lifting his mask to lean in and place a harsh kiss on your open mouth.

“That’s my beautiful pet.” He grabs a fist full of your hair, shoving your face into the bulge in his pants. His hips thrust up against the side of your head. “Are you going to help me with this?”

“Yes.” You say with a hint of annoyance.

“Ja, what?”

“Yes, master.”

“Gut, that’s better. Stand.”

König stands, holding your hair still and pulling you up. You scramble to your feet, a pained look on your face from how rough he is with your hair. He bends you over his desk, looking over your body, as he undoes his pants. Stopping in front of you, his erect cock bounces in your face.

Without having to be told what to do, you open your mouth widely. König grins and moves closer to you, shoving his cock past your puff lips. A low groan leaves his throat as the feeling of your wet warm mouth wraps around him. His hands grab your hair with both hands, making handle bars to hold on to.

König begins to thrust his hips quickly into your mouth causing you to gag instantly. Your hands behind your back, you can’t push him away. Your body begins to thrash on the desk, loud retching sounds echoing out into the office. He inspects your body over, watching you struggle to take him. Every small jiggle from your motion caught his eye.

“Come on, Liebling, relax.” König moves one of his hands to the bottom of your throat, holding it tightly as he steps forwards more. Instead of thrusting, he forces the length of his cock further down your throat. You gag harshly, as you feel your throat burn from his girth pushing you past your limit. He holds himself there for a while before pulling back, allowing you to breathe.

“See, you’re getting better every time.” He praises you.

Watching your face as you recover from being throat fucked makes his heart flutter in an odd way. König doesn’t exactly want to hurt you, but seeing a strong willed, stunning woman break underneath his thumb arouses him like nothing else. The fact you’re good at sucking cock is simply a pleasant bonus.

“Are you ready for more, Maus?”

“Yes, master.”

König walks behind you, positioning himself between your legs. Your asshole is sore from all of the beatings it’s been taking, so he decides to be nice to you today. He rubs his cock along your folds, feeling that you’re wet. He loves knowing that whether or not you want this, your body sure as hell does.

“Beg.”

After letting out a sigh, you decide to just beg and get this over with. “Please, master. Please fuck me.” You try to make your voice sound as believable as you can.

“Where do you want my cock?”

“My tight pussy, please.”

“That’s my girl.”

König grabs his cock by the base, lining himself up with your entrance, shoving the tip in. His hands move to your hips, holding you tightly. He thrust into you, his fat cock stretching your tight little cunt. With how wet you are, he is able to slip in easily.

A guttural moan flees his mouth as he feels your wet cunt mold to his shape. Without time to adjust, he thrust his hips against you. Your bound hands turn into fist as you softly whimper as he drives his cock deep inside of you. His broad hips slamming against your smaller frame.

“Fuck…” König mutters underneath his breath. Without warning he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back. He sits back on his desk chair with you on his lap. “Bounce. Don’t stop until I cum.”

You do as he says, impaling yourself on his cock over and over. His hands grab the chair, fingers digging into the leather as he watches you please him. The way your hips stall to rock on his cock, he knows that you’re doing that to get yourself off and he loves it.

“Ja, use my cock. Greedy little pet.”

König rests his head back against the chair, letting his moans fall freely. He can feel the skin on his balls tighten, his cock tingling with the sensation to cum. His hands move to your waist and use his strength to lift you up, allowing him to thrust up into you.

Your head falls forward as your small whimpers turn into loud moans. His cock slips past your g spot as he balls come up and slap your clit. “Oh god—” You cry out as his harsh thrust pushes you to your point.

“Cum with me. Cum on my cock.” König growls.

Despite your hate for König, you fall into this moment. Your body can’t’ deny the way he fucks you as you feel a trickle leaving your pussy. König can feel your warm liquid fall down the curve of his balls and onto his thighs. Feeling you like this pushes him to his own orgasm. His massive body trembles as he paints the walls of your cunt with his seed.

Once he’s finished, he pushes you forward to stand. You get up, his cum dripping out of your gaped cunt as you stand before him. He reaches out and grabs one leg, throwing you off balance to be able to see your cunt. You know what he wants, so you bare down, pushing his cum out onto his lap. A smile forms on his face as he watches. It’s like real life porn. You’re perfect.

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xxwitchylanexx · 4 months

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Glories in Gunpowder and Parades- Cloud x Reader

Chapter 5

Trigger warning for SA. skip paragraph 4 and 5 if you want to avoid it

Spoilers for Junon chapter on rebirth but no important event spoilers

I really hate how they didn't put Reno in Junon in rebirth so I added him in a little. Next chapter will be a little shorter but will hopefully be up in the next week or so. Hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 6

Masterlist

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Sleep hadn’t come easy to you last night thanks to Aerith’s little accusation yesterday. You had tossed and turned till nearly two wondering how on Gaia she came to that assumption. You definitely were aware you you attracted to him, but so were most of the women you’ve encountered. He seemed unaware of the attention, but you weren’t blind. Women, young and old alike, practically fawning over how helpful and skilled he was. Just thinking about them throwing themselves at him made you nauseous. Unlike the other women you were familiar with the art of seduction and infatuation, but you drew the line at feelings and romance. They were a liability, a weakness one could exploit if they wished.

It didn’t help that his room was right next to yours. Rhythmic thumping, presumably his headboard, knocked against the wall above your head and you could hear him grunt out which rep he was on. Probably doing some sort of workout before bed, or maybe he couldn’t sleep either. Perhaps he was counting sheep like you should have been doing.

Once you did finally achieve the sweet release of unconsciousness you were submerged into the horrors of your early childhood. Usually you could wake yourself up if you were plagued by nightmares, but after all the running around you’ve done lately your body was too worn down. Your collective presence pushed down into the sedation of lethargy, and when these times emerged you always go back to that moment.

You clawed desperately at the gritty ground as a group of men pulled at your legs, dragging you who knows where. Your nails cracking against tiny pebbles and pieces of cement trying to find purchase on anything. You kicked frantically trying to get an ounce leverage, but everything proved useless. A gravelly voice, like an old muffler that rusted through where it should’ve connected to the carburetor, told the others to stop. You couldn’t make out his words, but his tone sparked fear in every fiber of your being. The other men shuffled around trying to hold your limbs still until you became petrified when you heard the clicking and shuffling of a belt coming undone. Your eyes darted to anyone, anything that might help only to land dark brown eyes from the window across the street with no intent or urgency to help.

Everything went dark there. Whether it be that you didn’t remember exactly what happened or if it was just so horrible that even your unconscious mind didn’t want to relive it, but you always come to surrounded by bodies some intact and heavily injured, some in pieces, all in large crimson pools of their own blood. Their eyes still and lifeless. Their expressions frozen in screams and pleas for their lives that never reached your ears. You caught an image of yourself in the reflection of a puddle. You looked like an emissary of Odin himself. S/c skin smeared with blood, and every fiber of your awkwardly torn clothes soaked as well. Your sunken eyes lifeless beyond the flicker of rage. Your malnourished body rigid despite the sobs that bubbled up in the back of your throat and the knife shaking violently in you hand.

You shot up from the mattress like you were struck with magic, gasping for a clear breath and clawing at the clothes that clung to your form. Loud knocking rattled the door, and a voice you weren’t entirely familiar with yelling ‘Wake sleepy head!’ filtering in through the wood. When you pulled it open the ninja girl that was saved yesterday smiled widely at you. Was she a bad omen or a breath of fresh air in this moment?

You barely had enough time to fix your hair and put your boots on before you were herded into Cloud’s room like a chocobo corralled into a chute for weird introductions and strategy planning. Only to find out that the mayor did in fact rat you out.

An engine roared to life just outside the inn and the obnoxious revving made your ears ring and your head throb behind your right eye. You’ve met some weird people while traveling with the gang but you never would’ve guessed Cloud had a biker stalker. And surprise surprise hes another soldier. You’ve been awake for all of an hour and nearly said your goodbyes and parted there. Though a sadistic part of you was comforted by the chaos. After all you’ve done some of your best work under pressure.

Things did start to look up, if only a little when Mr. Dolphin took Cloud on a lovely ride around the shallow sea. You laughed along with the rest of the gang how his unnatural spikes drooped when wet, the strands slapping against his forehead and staying there. Tifa cheered him on as Mr. Dolphin did a few laps, Aerith clapped excitedly at the show, and Barret was yelling to get in with it just behind you. You scratched at Red’s head and he smiled at you before turning back to such a skillful performance. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Your e/c orbs dragged over the hard lines of his body that his wet clothing enhanced. Broad shoulders deliciously on display, the muscles of his back that led into a thin waist. You flushed hotly when you blinked back into reality. You even considered jumping into the sea yourself even if it was just to cool you off.

Finally after all of that your actual day had just begun when the group ascended into the winding halls of the Upper Junon fortress. You volunteered to stay behind to wait for Cloud. You were in no mood for the casual chit chat and you preferred the gentle silence that accompanies Cloud anyway. The others quickly agreed and dashed off down the nearest hall to get a look around.

Five or six minutes later he emerged from the next room over. You waved your arm above your head lazily to get his attention. “Hey.” You said as he approached you.

“Hey.”

“Thanks for the lift.”

“Uh,” he scratched at the back of his neck, hair already dried and back to its original form.“No problem.”

“The rest went on ahead.” He nodded and gestured for you to lead on. You kept your pace even and measured, in no rush to rejoin the others. “So, do you ride on dolphins often or are you just a natural?” You looked at him over your shoulder. He stared at you for moment, unsure how to answer, before glancing off to the side and clearing his throat.

“It was…” He sighed. “Nothing to it.”

You rolled your eyes at his sense of bravado, and left the topic alone, relishing in the comfortable quietness. You were sure trouble was bound to find you sometime today might as well enjoy the peace while you could.

“Up there.” Up ahead the hallway widened up into a square archway that was open to the great blue sky outdoors. On the other side of it your friends stood spread out along the steel platform gawking at the view.

You’ve seen The Sister Ray before but never this close up, and from this angle you could see all the grooves and braces along its metal barrel. Something about how the sun glinting off whatever man made metal really emphasized the length of the canon over the glittering sea made for a pretty sight. For a weapon of mass destruction, that is.

Cloud gripped at the railing and looked over it. “Less security than I thought.”

“More worried about the parade?” Aerith asked from your side.

“Guess thing have changed. They got higher priorities.” Barret replied.

“Personally, I think that’s a good thing.” Tifa said, and you’d have to agree. It was nice to see them focus more on spirit than war. Even if it was just to boost the newly appointed president’s ego.

Red padded up to side and sat back on his haunches rubbing against your leg in the process. “The city’s size on the other hand… the robed men won’t be easy to find.”

“Well they’re definitely not here.” Cloud concluded. Let’s head into town.” He wasted no time as he started his climb up the number of staircases ahead of you, even taking two or three at a time. You waited for the others to go first except for Barret who insisted on taking the rear. It wasn’t long before Aerith waited for you to reach her side, Tifa just a few steps ahead of her. “Have you been here before?”

“A couple of times. Though I was only passing through.”

“You must've traveled a lot huh?” Tifa asked.

“Yeah, but I haven’t been everywhere. I’ve never been to the Northern Continent or Wutia.”

“Who knows maybe we’ll end up there one day.” Aerith said.

“Maybe.” You agreed as you reached the next platform and prepared for the next stretched only to see that this was the top floor. The roof was flat and made out of concrete like most of the structure. A few planes were stationed here and there near long flat runways. The whole place was packed with soldiers all lined up in rows and columns for practice and a few commanding officers stood at the beginning of each squad to give out orders. You realize that the parade was a huge televised event, however you found it pretty odd that not one trooper noticed your not so subtle group wandering around in a restricted area.

“Any idea what that is?” Tifa inquired. You shifted to get a look at what she was referring to. A vessel, far larger than any plane, ship, or truck you’ve ever seen, sat proudly at the front of the airway. Its large propellers disturbing the natural force of the wind around the airstrip. You noticed the presence of a few elite forces gathered around it.

“The Highwind.” Cloud explained. “Shinra’s pride and joy. The fastest most advanced airship in the fleet.”

“Screw the boat.” Barret said. “Let’s take that.”

“Less you got a trained crew and piloting skills we don’t know about… we’re stickin’ with the boat.”

“That’s too bad. Would’ve been perfect.” Tifa chimed in. You nodded along. You preferred to travel by plane a hell of a lot more than a boat. The constant swaying and creaking wreaked havoc on your stomach.

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” Cloud replied as he began walking again.

You wordlessly followed Cloud’s lead admiring the layout and design as you walked. Every path was lined with royal red runners with a simple pattern embroidered along the edges in gold. Flags of the same color waved around in the whipping winds. You had to squint to make out the design upon them just to roll your eyes when it registered. Of course they’d have the power company logo branded on each one.

Then you turned your attention to the troopers. You heard laughing, and the fumbling of their rifles as they practiced their drills. You really honed in on a few commanders berating their officers, and yet they all just answered with ‘sir, yes, sir’ in unison. You turned your head to watch the dark fabric of Cloud’s tunic in front of you and moved as if you were on autopilot as you pondered the nature of their loyalty. It didn’t make sense to you why each one was willing to lay their lives down for 1) direct supervisors to verbally assault you, and 2) for a company that was willing to throw those very lives away to make money or regain control or simply to make a statement. You couldn’t possibly believe the salary was good considering all the officials of the company were scheming assholes. Did they truly think Shinra was just employer or was it fear?

Cloud approached a terminal among a few consoles along a large wall and typed in a bunch of stuff like it was second nature. Once it lurched forward you were realized you were in fact on an elevator that led to the city. You inwardly scoffed at Shinra’s security. Sure a soldier probably has access to most things, but can you imagine the sheer arrogance they have not to change any codes or procedures after they left your employment. Especially since the number of soldiers who went rogue were huge security liabilities.

“So Cloud, what can you tell us about Junon?” Aerith asked as the elevator churned downwards.

“It’s a key military outpost with its own offshore reactor. A critical line of defense against any seaborne assault. When needed it can transform into an armed fortress. It’s strategic location, along with its air and seaport, make it second only to Midgar as the company’s most vital city.” he answered.

“Huh, neat. Any good restaurants? Sights to see?” she asked.

“Uh.. maybe? I dunno.” You smiled. Of course he’d never sight see.

“Ah, right. You’re not the touristy type.” She shuffled from one foot to the other.

“If you’re looking for great landscapes you’ll like the bridge. Otherwise the main drag has lots of different stalls and vendors.” You answered in his stead.

“It’s so cool you know this stuff.” Aerith gushed.

You shrugged, “I pass through here often, though I always seem to find something new.”

Barret grunted from his corner of the elevator. “Hey just to be clear, you do realize we’re not here on vacation, right?”

“Of course I do!” Aerith huffed. “Hey, look! What’s that about?”

You carefully stepped over to the railing and peered over the ledge. A squad of soldiers were all lined up and listening intently to the instructions their commanding officer listed off. Making nothing of it, you straightened once again, in doing so your shoulder knocked into the person next to you. You went to apologize to them finding the heavy stare of mako eyes burning holes into you. You took a step back while mumbling a quiet apology, telling yourself that the reason you pulse grew rapid was from the embarrassment of being caught off guard and not from the goosebumps that broke out at the skin contact.

Thank Shiva the elevator came to a stop and the group shuffled off quickly, all glad to finally see the city first hand. You waited until everyone was off to bring up the rear, happy to put some space between you and the soldier.

“Those troopers looked pretty psyched for the parade, huh?” Tifa’s statement pulled you from your rapid spiraling thoughts.

“More like eager to prance around for their new paymaster.” Barret quipped. “Now I know what y’all are gonna say, but I gotta ask.”

“What?” Cloud asked flatly.

“If Rufus is in town, are we really gonna let this opportunity pass us by? Hell, I’m not sayin’ we kill the man- but we oughta at least give him a talkin’ to. Rough him up a little maybe, y’know?”

“Actually,” Aerith spoke up to your surprise, “I’m gonna have to agree. First the turks say, ‘Do whatever-we’re not after you.’ but then clouds biker buddy rolls up and says he is. We gotta straighten this out.”

“Okay, but how?” Tifa asked. “We can’t just walk up to the president in the street.”

It was quiet for a moment or two while everyone was thinking. Perhaps you could, but you weren’t so eager to paint a target on your back as well. After all you’d be on your own again eventually. “Or maybe we can.” Cloud said.

Barret bounced on his heels as he practically skipped closer. “We bust up his parade!”

Cloud pushed him back. “No, that’s how we die in a hail of bullets like a bunch if dumbasses. The city is crawling with Shinra’s troopers.” He paused before continuing. “We join the parade. Hide in plain sight. Get in, get close, get answers. “

“Seriously?” Tifa asked.

He looked at the girls. “Sure.”

“Wow, that’s good!” Aerith said.

“No argument here.” Barret crossed his arms, or well arm and his newest attachment.

“Barret, Red you guys find a route to the port; see what security is like. And keep an eye out for the black robes while you’re at it. Y/n, since they’re not looking for you, why don’t you try to get information in town.”

You nodded in agreement while Barret bullied himself into Cloud space once again. “Now hold up!”

“Fatigues won’t be enough to disguise you two.”

“True enough.” Red agreed.

Barret resigned with a mumbled ‘shuddup’ as Cloud looked over to you once again. “Alright see you in a bit. I gotta go find a uniform.” You gave him a half hearted wave as he walked off with the other two. Aerith playfully pushing him on the arm and Tifa following after with her arm clasped behind her back. Barret and Red also quickly faded into the crowd of pedestrians wandering the great streets of the bustling city. Leaving you there all alone to chastise yourself. You needed to get a grip.

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Your ill fortune persisted well into the afternoon. The streets of Junon oozed patriotic cheer. Huge groups of citizens and tourists frolicked between pop up stores and street attractions. Everywhere you looked there was colorful face paint, portraits with life size Rufus Shinra cutouts, and sloppy drunks stumbling back to their room to sober up before the main event.

You haven't managed to find anything useful either. The docks were off limit for the time being and even if you wanted to sneak in it was heavily guarded. The few troopers you conversed with knew very little of the actual plans. They just urged you to watch the event to see the president present the award.

Eventually you found yourself at a quiet little food truck along the seawall that was decked out to the nines. Red and yellow triangle flag garland wrapped around the trucks roof fluttered in the breeze, a spinning hot dog on the roof playing some whimsical tune, and a banner on each side of the window as tall as you that advertised their signature rainbow slushies and Rufus dogs, which was just a fancy hot dog with Rufus Shinra’s favorite toppings, among other treats and novelties.

Your stomach growled in response to the array of delicious smells wafting between the stalls. After a small debate inside your head you caved and got into line. You should've known better than to stand still in an excited crowd. You heard her sniffling long before you saw her and once your eyes did finally focus on her it was too late to get out of the way.

So there you are running through all the shitty decisions you’ve made today that led you here as your upper body tumbled backwards and your ass landing harshly against the pavement. That wasn't even the worst part. You opened your clenched eyes only to see a brief flash of color before the ice cold beverages splattered against every inch of your body. You swallowed the shriek that caught in your throat as the cold liquid soaked through your clothes. A shiver rippled down your spine as you exhaled deeply and rose to your feet.

“OHMYGODS! OHMYGODS!” She waved her hands frantically, her bracelet clinking against itself in the movement. “I am SOO sorry! I wasn’t looking. I am so so sorry.” You wiped a bit of the melting slush from your face before studying your assailant.

You relaxed once you perceived she wasn't a threat. Her perfect rose colored ringlet, and flawlessly applied makeup wasn't a key demographic for a criminal. Her chest heaved with every deep breath and her hands clenched the two empty cups that once held the beverages that now inhabited your clothing. Her whole demeanor implied she was far more threatened by you.

She swiped furiously at her glassy eyes. “I have a room at the hotel across the street if you want to freshen up and change. I really really am sorry.”

You swiped some more of the ice off your clothing that splattered against the concrete under your feet. “It’s fine. I actually don’t have anything else. I’m just passing through.” Her head lowered to hide the way her lips wobbled. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll dry. Besides, it looks like you’re in a hurry.”

She straightened her posture before swiftly taking your hands on her own and tugging you along behind her. “Don’t you worry! I have extras!” You resisted for a moment before ultimately submitting to her determination. Still you tried to convince heritage really wasn’t necessary. “Look,” she said. “I was stood up, and wasn’t paying attention. Please let me at least give you something to wear.”

“Well,” you unconsciously crinkle your nose. “I do hate wet clothes.” You shrugged. Her diffidence quickly transformed into something much brighter as she beamed at you, her smile nearly stretched from ear to ear as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

Not wasting any more time she resumed her quick pace through the crowd. As she led you she babbled on about how she’s from Kalm, and came to see the parade before she traveled to Costa Del Sol tomorrow for a new job. You nodded along trying to keep up with her with her rapidly switching topics.

You marveled at the size and clarity of the glass doors of whatever hotel she's brought you too, and even more taken away at the replica of the Sister Ray on display in the middle of the lobby. As she zigzagged through the lingering guests trying to check in or in need of assistance you did a quick scan of possible exits and dangers. Just because you weren’t a fugitive like your companions didn’t mean you were safe. Caution and contingency plans have saved your life in the past.

She released your hands in favor of gripping onto the railing as the two of you set at a leisurely pace up the stairs. That's when she told you about the guy she was supposed to meet. They had met at the gate of the city and promised to meet up at the seaway. He never turned up. She waited a couple hours after the meeting time before she finally gave up and quite literally stumbled into you. She unlocked her room and pushed the door open, pulling you in with a ‘tada!’.

“I’m Riza by the way.” She gestured for you to sit on the extravagant king size bed. You ran your hands along the smooth red silk as she skipped over to the closet. Your attention wandered from the beautifully detailed painting of the once vibrant flora and fauna of Junon, to the pristine crafted sconces and paneled walls. Certainly one of the better hotels in the area. You could only imagine the small fortune one must have to stay here. “I hope a sundress is okay. I packed for the beach.” Riza called out to you from the other side of the closet doors.

“Anything is fine. I really appreciate it.” Riza stepped back and closed the door, returning with a lovely blue fabric folded over her forearm.

“I think this one will look amazing on you. Go try it on!” She practically shoved the material into your hands before you awkwardly shuffled into the bathroom. “Feel free to use the hairbrush, make up, or well anything!”

“Thank you!” You called over your shoulder before shutting the door with a click and locking the door behind you. You blew a lock of hair out of your face as you stared at your reflection. You looked as tired and fed up as you felt.

Some purple and blue tones had dried on your face, and most of your hair had escaped the tight braid you had put it in. You reached behind you to pull the tie free only to discovered that it had fallen off somewhere. You sighed. You hoped Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith were faring better.

Fifteen minutes later you emerged from the bathroom in a simple pale blue off the shoulder sundress. The sleeves hugged along your upper biceps before flowing till just above your elbows that created a ruffle that accented your breasts. The lining under the flowy fabric was short and fitted to your form and stopped mid thigh. The upper layer then tied around your mid section and the rest cascaded around your calves. You brushed out the snarls at the ends of your hair prior to tucking a few locks behind your ears. You normally didn’t let it free, being mid back length it often got in your way, but you'd manage. You tugged at the tie for a few moment before speaking up. “It fits great. Are you sure this is okay? We probably won’t meet again so I won’t be able to return it.”

“Girl, don’t worry about it. It looks WAY better on you than me. Though it’d be better without that bag and sword.” She waved at your equipment that you had secured to you waist once more.

You ignored the statement. You didn’t have any spare equipment to conceal your weapon, and you wouldn’t dare part with it. “Look, I hate to just change and run, but I do have somewhere to be.”

“No worries! Sorry again.”

You stuffed your wet clothes into your pack and slipped your socks and boots back on before saying your goodbyes. “It was nice to meet you Riza. Good luck on the new position.” You reached to pull the door open before you paused and addressed her one more time. “That guy by the way is an idiot. You’re a gorgeous girl and not I don't come across truly kind people anymore. Don't settle for someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

You left before she responded, and rejoined the bustling streets.

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Time was running out and you still hadn't learned anything that might have given your group an edge. Your best bet was to find a higher position officer and smooth talk some info out of them. Now if you are a valuable employee that has time to spare where would you kill time?

You tried the barracks first and while you didn’t find anybody with any classified info, but you did memorize a few of the competitors routines. After striking out at a few other shops and bars, including a bald bar, like really?, you came across a lounge that looked promising. The le Sourire.

You admired the large purple flowers that decorated the floor to ceiling entrance and when the two employees at the door came into view you knew this must've been a higher class establishment. You were prepared to do some serious flirting to gain admission however the men just welcomed you and moved to hold the door open for you. Maybe it’s not as elite as you thought.

The lights lining the ceiling glowed a faint blue and bathed the space in cool tones. Everywhere you looked people were engaged in intimate conversations at each table or booth, and towards the back you could see more booths, but with higher walls between each seating arrangements for more privacy.

You turned toward the bar and signaled for the bartender and picked out a seat away from any other patrons. You gazed at the huge assortment of liquors and asked the woman for something sweet and would go down easy. Your eyes flicked to the TV while the server went to make your poison of choice. You were quickly uninterested as soon as you seen the reporter interviewing a foot soldier. You turned your attention to the far wall where they had a small group of musicians playing.

You’ve always had a love for the piano and you played a bit yourself from time to time though you haven't had the opportunity in years. The instruments all harmonized nicely with the clean notes of the piano to the smooth brassy tones of the sax. You were a bit surprised that they had a full drum set but the musician played in a way that was quiet and gave a nice low beat.

You sipped at your drink and eyes slowly trailed back to the TV. The reporter was still interviewing the same soldiers about their upcoming performance. Honestly you weren’t really paying much attention. It was more like you were looking through it than at it, until the low timbre of someone familiar filtered through the speakers. Your eyes now trained on the screen looking for him, you nearly gave up convinced you were hearing things until the camera honed in on the newest soldier in the interview. Bold blue eyes stared back you through the screen. You’d know those eyes anywhere.and once You laughed a little under your breath at his clever disguise. He looked uncomfortable under the reporter’s attention and stumbled at her aggressive questioning.

“How do you plan to set your team from the rest?”

“We… Uh…” He snaked his hand behind his head to scratch at his neck, something you’ve come to notice he does when he’s nervous, then remembered he was wearing a helmet. You made a mental note that his was mostly red, and different from the rest of them.

“Whoa… Right!” An eager trooper beside him came forward. “I see what you mean, captain.” Oh. Captain? You smiled. That's cute. “We can’t go spilling our secrets to anyone who asks- especially on camera!”

You watched as his flustered state changed into one more familiar to you. Confident, like hes done this many many times before. “Break time’s over, people. The parade’s about to begin. Follow me!”

All the troopers straighten into attention before yelling out “Sir!” and the whole group, Cloud included, rushed out of whatever building they had been in. You watched as the camera followed after them before it cut off all together and switched into some Shinra infomercial.

He always seemed to tell everyone to lay low and out if sight. So why was it that he always somehow stood out the most? You knew they were going to join the parade, but you hadn't expected to get himself promoted.

“What’s a cute girl like you doing in a bar all alone?” You turned to look at the man who slid into the stool next to you. The first thing you notice is his wild flaming red spikes that looked soft to the touch was pushed up out of his face by a pair of black goggles sitting along his hairline. Then his eyes that crackled with sparks of mischief. You didn’t miss the underlying fire looking back at you just waiting for a chance to light you up.

You raked your eyes further down to his sharp angled nose, and cocky smirk pulled up across one half of his mouth. Tidy black suit left open to reveal the toned chest underneath. A turk, and one that hadn’t met you in the mines. You could work with this.

“Nothing important to do?” you asked as you turned in your chair to face him. You propped your elbow onto the bar and settled your chin into your palm.

“Man, I wish. Bosses got me on vacation instead of chasing bad guys.” he took a swig from his own drink before signalling the bartender for another round.

“Ah, that’s too bad.” You pouted. “Would’ve loved to see you in action.” you sultry tone felt foreign on your tongue. You crossed your legs making sure to flash the skin of your thigh through the slit of the skirt and finished your own drink. He drug his chair closer to yours as the bartender brought over the next round. You acted surprised when they set a second one down in front of you too. “Oh, thank you.”

“Pretty girl like you shouldn't be buying her own drinks. Names Reno.” He looked down there bar then back at you before lowering his voice and leaned into your space. “And between you and me, I heard that terrorist groups in town. Pretty pissed not to be chasing after ’em.” You twirled a lock of hair around your finger as you listened to him every once flicking you eyes down to his parted lips. “But, don’t worry! I may be takin' a breather but I’ll protect you.”

“I must be lucky.” You took another sip. “Tell me though, why are you spending your vacation in a bar? A man in your position must be able to go wherever.”

He put his arm on the bar right next to yours the light skin contact making your skin crawl. You scooted to the edge of your seat. From this angle you could see clear to his belt buckle noting the bandages wrapped around his defined abs. So out on injury then. “Heading to Costa Del Sol tomorrow.”

You looked back up at him through your lashes, and tilted your head slightly. “Why not today?”

“Coulda, but only the Shinra-8 is the sailing today. I’m waiting for the Shinra-10. Private cabins.” He winked. “Sure could use some company.” he smoothed his other palm up the skin of your exposed thigh.

You let out a breathy sigh despite the urge to break his hand before you ran your hand down the length of his arm in response. “Perhaps I’ll see you on the ship.” Your gaze flicked towards the door for a second before quickly taking a second glance. Even under that dingy Shinra helmet you’d know Cloud Strife anywhere.

Hardened and stormy blue pools pierced into your very soul. Your heart stopped, if only for a moment, and you wished for nothing more than it be him to be touching you right now. Your core throbbing at the idea of his bare hands sliding up your thigh and under your dress.

His expression was blank, guarded, but his hands were clenched into fists so hard his knuckles turned ashy. You glanced back up to where your hand still splayed against Reno’s arm. When you shot a look back towards the door he was gone. Had you angered him? You didn't blame him if he was. You had just joined the group and now you're practically in the lap of his enemy.

“What wrong, princess?” Reno’s concern brought you back to what you were doing.

“Nothing. I just saw the friend I was meeting.” You retreated from his hold and smoothed down your dress. You had to go clear up the misunderstanding. “Thank you so mush for the drink Reno. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turned from him and sauntered towards the exit.

“Hey! What’s your name?” He called after you.

You waved to him over your head, but never stopped walking. You set your sights on one man, and you weren't stopping till you reached him.

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Cloud was electrified the moment he saw you sitting there. Blind to everything else around him as he drank you in. Not the least bit embarrassed to be admiring you so shamelessly. Truthfully he didn’t think you could look so delicate after watching you strike down fiend after fiend without hesitation. One smooth leg on display through the slit of the sundress as well as your upper chest and shoulders.

Then he realized exactly what he was watching. It was like someone poured ice water down his back in the middle of summer and lit a fire hotter than Ifrit’s flame deep in his belly. He ground his teeth together almost painfully as that asshole touched you so brazenly. He really should have killed him back in Midgar.

However, it was the way your hand trailed down his arm and settled gently against his forearm, that made Cloud sick to his stomach. Your lashes fluttering as he talked to you, the way you laughed at whatever ridiculous thing he said. All of it has the pit of his stomach boiling with conflicting emotions that Cloud didn’t have the tools to deal with.

Part of him knew there must be a logical explanation; you didn’t seem like the type to go finding guys in bars let alone that fucker. He nearly went feral when Reno leaned closer to you. Cloud clenched his hands into tight fists to keep himself from pulling his sword from his back and charging in there when the gap between your bodies became way too slim for his liking.

He wanted to look away. Be anywhere, but here. Maybe the Gods took pity on him or maybe you had a sixth sense that told you when he stared at you for to long because that moment your eyes met his across the building and through the glass door Cloud couldn’t breathe.

His heart pounded relentlessly against his rib cage at the prospect of being caught, and for a moment the only thing he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. He couldn't grasp the initial plea your eyes conveyed, but moments after they lit up in recognition before glazing over in a heated stare, and then just quickly your attention flickered away.

Cloud high tailed it out of there. What the hell was that? He hadn't done anything wrong so why the hell did he feel guilty? He fucking knew why he just didn't want to acknowledge the hardness between his that twitched to life under your sweltering e/c orbs like some kind of closet pervert.

He stomped down the stairs to the main road where Tifa and Aerith where waiting patiently. He chose to ignore their inquiries, instead he stalked across the road to put as much distance between you and him as possible. He was ready to get this shit over with.

He nearly made it to the troops of Midgar’s Seventh Infantry before heard his name echo called out above the useless chatter of the far too crowded street. No matter the distance he could always hear your ethereal voice much like Aerith could hear the Planet.

He stopped and looked over his shoulder and sure as shit there you were chasing after him with your skirt clenched in your hands to keep yourself from tripping over it as you ran after him.

“Told you something happened with her.” Aerith said under her breath.

“Guess I owe you.” Tifa replied.

“Shut up.” He snapped as he turned around and left them behind as he met you at the edge of the road.

“Hey.” You took in a few deep breaths. “Nice uniform, captain.”

He groaned. He had somehow forgotten that detail in the last past few minutes. “How’d you-”

“I seen your interview. You play the part well. And you two-” you peered around him. “Look fantastic.”

His eyes narrowed as he studied you talking to Aerith and Tifa like you hadn't just shared- well whatever that was. Was it all in his head? “You’re one to talk, y/n.” Aerith said.

“Really, y/n, you look stunning.” Tifa chimed in.

“Yeah well long story. Anyway, after you the parade find the Shinra-8. It’s the only boat leaving port today, and it leaves soon after the event. It’s the perfect getaway.”

“Got it!” Aerith said. The girls looked towards the main drag when the troops all called out for their captain finally spotting Cloud in the crowd. “Oh! They’re coming this way!”

You looked up at him, “Out of time it looks like.”

“We’ll go stall.” Tifa said with a nod before she and Aerith ran up to the incoming hoards of men.

“Uh, thanks.” He said lamely as he scratched at the hairs along his nape.

“The turks know you’re here.” So you did know who Reno was. The residual flickers of fire in his gut subsided when he understood you weren't actually flirting with the turk. “So be careful, okay?”

“No promises.”

The corner of your mouth quirked upwards, as you peered up at him through you lashes. The strands behind you ears fell around your jaw line before you tucked it away once more. You chewed on your lower lip as the two of you just stood looking at one another before your eyes settled on his neckline.

You stretched out your fingers towards his collar slowly to give him time to pull away if he was uncomfortable. He was torn between the need to protect his newfound vulnerability and his desire to feel you touch along his skin. Ultimately he couldn't decide and remained still as the tips of your fingers ghosted along his neck. It was only brief, no longer than a second or two while you straightened the collar of his uniform, but it was enough for goosebumps to erupt across his flesh. “Kill it out there. I’ll be watching.”

He swallowed thickly and nodded dumbly in confirmation. You smoothed your hands down his shoulders and onto his upper chest before withdrawing from him completely. You jutted your thumb behind you to signal your departure as you stepped backwards into the crowd once again. Relief flooded his entire being when he realized you weren’t heading back to the bar.

“You’re right, Aerith. He’s totally in love with her.” He groaned. Just what he needed; another thorn in his side to poke and prodd and tease.

“Let’s get back to work.” He said. He had a parade to win.

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