phantasmacabre · 11 months ago
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I'm really excited to finally share my second piece for @shinraholidayparty ! This one features a really bad day at the office for Tseng, Reno and Rude with cameos from President Shinra and Reeve.
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demialwrites · 4 months ago
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FF7 x Reader
Annoying things about being in a relationship with them
Rufus Shinra
He knows how to clean surprisingly decently because of his time confined to Turk HQ in Before Crisis but stubbornly refuses to do certain things. It's 'beneath him'
Even if you're on birth control or otherwise can't get pregnant, it doesn't matter. He's wearing a condom and how dare you suggest otherwise
He takes up all the space in the closet because of all the layers he insists on wearing
He insists on taking his dog everywhere, even if you explain it terrifies some people. For example: your poor parents
Rude
There's a third wheel in this relationship and his name starts with a Re and ends with a No
Rude is very romantic. However, he only barely has time so his gestures happen spontaneously and it's hard to plan around his schedule
Often comes home with injuries and you're the one who has to patch him up and worry about him. He doesn't worry about himself
He prefers to show not tell. You have to learn how to read him with a glance
Reno
There's a third wheel in this relationship and his name is Rude
His insecurity randomly spikes and he gets mega jealous, sometimes with threats at the offending party
Very loud. All the time
Gets broody about things he has to do at work and sometimes nothing you do will help
Gets whiney when you don't have the stamina to have sex all damned night
Cloud
Cannot communicate his needs. Does not know what his needs are. WHAT ARE NEEDS?
Everyone flirts with him but if you try to talk to him about it, he never noticed the flirting in the first place
Sometimes cute animals follow him home and oops, one day you have seven cats, fifteen chickens, four dogs, several chocobos, and one of those giant elephant fiends because it was injured and alone. You didn't sign up to live at a zoo but here you are, shoveling elephant shit every day
Occasionally, one of his hair spikes stab you straight in the eye when he's being the little spoon
Barret
Thinks he can fix everything himself when sometimes you just need him to listen
Like Reno, Barret can be quite loud. If you like peace, sometimes you have to take some space. It makes the big guy sad
Not very detail-oriented. Leaves little things like ammo all over the garage/shed floor and small bits of trash all over the house. He meant to pick it up, honest!
Occasionally breaks the bed
Tseng
You can't be spontaneous for shit because he anticipates everything
He has certain cleaning standards but he doesn't always tell you. He just redoes it himself
Must be the one to clean and iron his suit himself or he will get annoyed
His handwriting is annoyingly perfect and it makes you feel bad about your chicken scratch
Elena
Puts herself in danger way too often. She doesn't understand your horrified reaction to her story of how she jumped out of a helicopter onto a moving dune buggy in the middle of the Corel desert
It can be hard to tell if she's actually angry or just venting
You know more about her work than is probably safe for you
Too spontaneous. She sometimes makes important decisions without consulting you first
Reeve
Main bad habit: he is a workaholic
Sometimes puts others needs before yours. He's just trying to help
Doesn't take good care of his health
Uses the sad puppy eyes to get out of arguments more often than he should
Sometimes leaves spare cait siths and his parts all over the living room
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getvalentined · 8 months ago
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I forgot to share the Tseeve crumbs from Rebirth, a handful of seconds that had my jaw on the floor.
Tseng's casual body language? His playful little comment? The smirk? The way the secretary immediately vacates the premises when she realizes it's Tseng? HELLO?
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little-black-dress-zack-fair · 11 months ago
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Rufus: Please say some words of encouragement to me so that I don’t murder someone right now.
Reeve: Tseng will not go with you to prison.
Rufus: *sighing* Thank you.
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sephirthoughts · 11 days ago
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Just Like Honey: Chapter 9
SOMEONE PHOTOSHOP GLASSES ONTO A PICTURE OF REEVE PLEASE I NEED IT FOR REASONS
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AU: organized crime, cabaret, sex work
SHIPS: MULTIPLE! rufus/cloud, vincent/cloud, sephiroth/cloud, reeve/cloud, rufus/cloud/tseng, cloud/other characters as clients because that's his job, weiss/nero, background aerti
RATING: EXPLICIT, MINORS DNI, NO MINORS ALLOWED
WARNINGS: sex workers, prostitution
Chapter 9: Friends in High Places
Leslie and Cloud’s old tenement apartment and Reeve’s Shinra Tower penthouse represented the bookends of residential living situations in Midgar. Expansive didn’t begin to describe Reeve’s place, and the entirety of it had clearly been furnished by a professional decorator. 
Overworked, oblivious Reeve probably didn’t even notice how gorgeous the mahogany bookshelves were, or how supple the calfskin leather on the couches, or how thick and plushy the hand-woven Persian rugs. To him, this palatial residence was a box he went into, once in a while, to sleep and shower.
In all fairness, Cloud hardly noticed, either, because Reeve answered the door wearing a cable knit, v-neck sweater, grey slacks, and a pair of—
“Glasses!” Cloud gasped, pointing accusingly at Reeve’s face. “And you didn’t even warn me!”
“Uh…sorry. Do you not like them?” said the understandably confused Reeve, reaching up, to take them off. 
“Nuh-uh! Don’t you dare!” 
Cloud kicked the door shut behind him, dropped his bag, and grabbed Reeve, dragging him into a kiss. Reeve was too startled to react for a second, then he gave a soft groan and leaned into it, letting his hands roam hungrily over Cloud’s taut little body, as they fumbled their way to the sofa and fell onto it, without breaking the kiss.
“I guess—I guess you like the glasses, then,” Reeve said breathlessly, when Cloud released him. 
“No fucking way, they’re flat-out cheating!” Cloud complained. “You’re already that hot, and you really have the nerve to pull out the sexy-dad glasses and sweater look? Rules violation, unfair play!”
Reeve chuckled. “Wow. No one’s ever said I look like a dad before.”
“Maybe not to your face. I bet a lot of little Shinra employees call you daddy behind your back.”
“You’re making me sound a lot more attractive than I really am. Trust me, there’s no way anyone at work thinks of me that way.”
“Oh, no. It’s just as I feared,” Cloud lamented, cupping Reeve’s face in his hands. “Overwork has fried your brain, and you’re living in a delusion where you’re not one of the sexiest men alive.”
“W—what?” Reeve stammered. “I’m not even close to one of the sexiest men alive. Especially not when men like you exist.”
“We don’t count.”
“Oh?”
“Yep. In the interest of fairness, athletic twinks have our own separate category. Otherwise, all other men would always lose to us.”
Reeve laughed again. “Well, you’re not wrong about that.”
Cloud couldn’t help but smile, too. “You’re a lot happier when you’re not in that stuffy office. Speaking of which, I’m gonna go change into something a little more comfortable. That ok?”
“Yes, please. Make yourself at home. The bathroom is the third door, there. Can I get you something to drink?”
“Yeah, anything’s fine. Whatever you’re drinking.”
When Cloud returned from the bathroom, Reeve choked on his sip of wine, coughing and sputtering into a napkin. “Holy—holy shit! You can’t say I’m cheating, when you’re wearing that!”
“What, this old thing?” Cloud said innocently, while doing a little twirl, to demonstrate that the pink-lace short-shorts laced up in the back, with a pink ribbon. With the matching camisole and slippers, he was basically dressed like he was playing a teenaged girl in a naughty sleepover porn. 
“You said you wanted the girlfriend experience, so I dressed accordingly.”
“If I had a girlfriend who dressed like that, I’d never leave the house,” Reeve muttered. 
“So, what do you feel like doing tonight, honey-bunny?” Cloud crooned, accepting the glass of white wine Reeve was holding out to him. “Want to snuggle up on the couch and pretend to watch a movie?”
“I, uh…yeah. That sounds good,” Reeve said awkwardly.
“Or, how about I give you a neck rub, and you tell me about your day.”
“Sure.”
Cloud narrowed his eyes. “Don’t just agree to whatever I say. I’m here to make you happy. If there’s something you want, I want to hear it.”
“No, no I don’t—well, maybe. Ok, yes. But it’s kind of…embarrassing.” 
“Good news. If there’s anyone you don’t need to be embarrassed telling about it, it’s me. You’re the one who told me sex workers are like therapists. So, treat me like that. A safe space.”
“Hoo boy.” Reeve passed a hand across his forehead. “It’s just, I know it probably isn’t a cool fantasy to have, and I’d never want to do anything like that in real life, I just—”
“Hey,” Cloud interrupted, taking his hand to squeeze it. “Every kind of fantasy is ok. It doesn’t matter what you get turned on by. It doesn’t make you a bad person.”
Reeve looked unconvinced. “Are you…are you sure?”
“I’m sure. You could tell me you daydream about fucking cartoon hedgehogs, and I still wouldn’t judge you. As long as it’s just fantasy, or you express it as part of consensual play between adults, literally anything is ok.”
“Well…alright.” Reeve took a deep breath and let it out. “Here goes. I would like it if you could pretend to…to be asleep, while I touch you and…do things to you.”
Cloud blinked. “Is that really what you were worried about telling me? Then it’s no sweat, I’ve done plenty of somno play.”
“Somno?”
“Somnophilia. Wanting to fuck someone who’s unconscious.” 
“Oh. Wow. I didn’t know there was a real term, for it. But there’s more. I—I also want you to ‘wake up’ partway through, while I’m already inside you, and, uh…”
“You want me to struggle? Beg you to stop? I can cry, if you want.”
Reeve squinted an eye at him. “You’re not nearly as weirded out by this as I expected.”
“Reeve, my sweet, summer wolfman,” Cloud sighed, patting his shoulder. “This is one of the least weird things I’ve been asked to do.”
“Really? Wait, wolfman?”
“Yeah, really. I had a client once who wanted me to soak in a cold bath, first, and play dead while he fucked me. I got a married couple who wanted me to pretend to be their kid, and walk in on them fucking. One wanted to be a new stepmother, and I was the horny stepson who took advantage of her, while dad was out of town. I have multiple current clients who like to be put on leashes and treated like dogs. I even have these four brothers who make me cook food for the three younger ones, then the older one fucks me in another room, while they eat.”
Reeve looked appropriately astonished. “My thing probably sounds pretty tame, then.”
“Non-con fantasies like that are the most common ones, believe it or not. But I’ve done pretty much everything. Power exchange, age play, pet play, teacher-student, coach-athlete, voyeurism, incest…”
“Incest?”
“Yeah, mostly daddy and big brother stuff.”
Reeve swallowed hard. “Would you…would you call me daddy?”
“Try and stop me.”
A little while later, Cloud was ‘asleep’ in Reeve’s huge, ridiculously comfortable bed, with the lights out, and the only illumination coming from the windows. The door opened softly, letting a beam of warm light from the hallway fall across the bed.
He heard Reeve call out, “Sweetheart? You awake?”
Cloud didn’t reply, obviously.
Cautious footsteps padded across the carpet, to the bed. He was lying on his stomach, hugging a pillow, with his legs splayed out and one knee bent, so when the covers were drawn back, the first thing Reeve saw was the pink lace of the tiny shorts, barely concealing the bulge of his sack, between his thighs. 
A knee pressed down on the bed, then big, warm hands slid up under the shorts, to gently cup his ass. Reeve’s thumb hooked the crotch and pulled them to the side, and the other thumb and forefinger spread him apart.
Cloud heard him curse under his breath and grinned inwardly. Covering his asshole, was a sparkling, pink, heart-shaped gem, which was the base of the plug he was wearing, and hadn’t told Reeve about. 
There was a short pause, then Reeve’s warm weight pressed down on him, as he leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Playing with yourself in daddy’s bed. I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” 
The scent of wine on his breath, mingled with Reeve’s aftershave, really did lend to the atmosphere of a slightly drunk parental figure, about to do unspeakable things to a sleeping teenager. Cloud’s dick began to swell and thicken, with excitement.
Reeve slipped his pink shorts down, leaving them hanging around his ankle, and slid a palm under his abdomen, to pull his half-hard dick down between his thighs. There was another pause, in which Cloud could hear Reeve’s uneven breathing. Then the hands took hold of his ass again. 
It was only because of his extreme professionalism, at that point, that Cloud was able to remain still and unresponsive, breathing relatively evenly. Reeve’s beard tickled his inner thighs as he bent down and put his hot mouth on Cloud’s sack, sucking and licking, while his thumb rhythmically prodded the plug. Pretty soon, Cloud’s dick was rock-hard, despite being forced to point downward between his thighs.
Reeve drew away, then took hold of the jeweled base of the plug and began to pull. Cloud stirred slightly and made a drowsy murmur of protest, as it popped out, with an obscene squelch. A thin stream of clear lube trickled down over his balls. 
“Got yourself all ready for daddy, didn’t you,” Reeve said hoarsely. 
Cloud heard a belt and zipper, and the rustle of fabric. Reeve guided the head of his cock to Cloud’s taut, lube-slick entrance. 
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy’s so tight,” he breathed, as he pushed in. “Daddy can barely fit inside you.” 
Cloud was about ready to explode. His dick was throbbing and drooling, and it took all his self control not to moan from sheer relief, when Reeve finally bottomed out, filling him to the brim. Cloud waited for him to set a good rhythm, then he began to stir, and groggily lifted his head.
“What…what’s happening,” he mumbled. Then he froze and pretended to panic. “What are you doing! Stop! Help!” 
Reeve grabbed his wrists and pinned them, as he began to sob and thrash. “Sh, sh, sh. It’s just me, sweetheart.”
“D—daddy?” Cloud sniffled. “Why are you…why are you doing this to me?”
“Isn’t this what you wanted? You were playing with yourself, in my bed, weren’t you?”
“I didn’t! I wasn’t—!”
“Don’t lie to me,” Reeve cut him off sternly, punctuating the sentence with a savage thrust. The uncustomary aggressiveness in his voice amplified his sexiness by about ten-thousand, and sent chills up cloud’s spine. “Daddy came home and found you asleep in my bed, with a toy stuck up your slutty little hole. Weren’t you playing with yourself and thinking about daddy fucking you?”
“Hngh—ah! I was! I was!” Cloud ‘confessed.’ “I’m sorry, daddy! I won’t do it again!” 
Reeve slid almost all the way out. “It’s too late for that. You wanted daddy’s dick, so now you have to take it.” He slammed it back in, all the way to the base. 
“Noooo! Daddy, it’s too big!” Cloud whined, pretending to struggle under Reeve’s solid weight.
“Don’t fight, baby. Be good and take it,” Reeve panted, thrusting even harder, as Cloud bucked against him. His cock was getting hotter and harder. He was close. “You’re gonna make daddy come, if you keep tightening up like that.”
“Daddy, s—stop! It feels weird!” Cloud wailed (while gleefully tilting his ass up to take Reeve’s dick as deep as he could).
“Hngh…baby! Daddy’s coming! Fuck!” 
Reeve pulled out abruptly, and Cloud felt warm fluid spattering across his ass and thighs. As soon as he’d finished, he pushed back inside, to ride out the spasms, while Cloud wrung himself hard and fast, till he came in the tight space, between his stomach and the mattress.
“Oh, fuck,” Reeve said breathlessly, falling onto the bed next to him. “That was—that was amazing. You’re amazing.”
“Not so bad yourself, daddy,” Cloud said, with a wink. Then he pretended to pout. “You’re not tired already, are you?”
“Not yet. Thank the goddess for all that boxing. Just, uh…just give your old man a couple minutes.”
They rolled around for a while, flirting and laughing, and wound up fucking again, with Cloud on top, riding Reeve cowgirl style. After that, they took a long shower together, in Reeve’s enormous spa-style Swiss shower. Reeve wanted to walk him out, but Cloud waved him off, saying he was a big boy and could take care of himself. And so the two cheerfully said goodnight at Reeve’s door, promising to see each other again, soon.
When the elevator reached the lobby, Cloud peered around, half expecting to see Zack, or Reno and Rude, but no one was around except for a few security guards and holographic receptionists. The scene was less desolate, outside, since this part of Shinra Tower was a block from Loveless Avenue, and the nightlife was always lively.
Cloud was crossing the bustling fountain square, bound for the train station, when a hand fell heavily on his shoulder, giving him a jolt. “I see you’ve been making friends in…high places.” 
Cloud attempted to swallow in a suddenly dry throat. “Sephi? W—what are you doing here?”
“I might ask the same of you, if I didn’t know perfectly well, already.” Sephiroth leaned close, so Cloud could feel his breath on his ear. “There’s a man’s scent, all over you.”
His voice was hard and cold and crystal clear. Like knives made of ice. Which meant he was sober, and thus at his most dangerous. Cloud suppressed a shudder.
A gloved hand took hold of his arm, and Sephiroth deftly steered him around the corner, onto the intersecting street. He glanced anxiously about, but he wasn’t thinking of calling for help. His fear was less that Sephiroth would hurt him, and more that he’d hurt other people. He didn’t want anyone to get killed, so the only choice he had was to go along with the man, and hope he’d stay calm.  
They walked for about half a block, before Sephiroth pushed him into a dark, narrow space between buildings and shoved him up against the brick wall, pinning him with a hand on the back of his neck and a knee between his legs. 
“I don’t think you quite understand your situation, little puppet, so I will explain it.” Sephiroth lowered his voice to a menacing murmur. “You belong to me. The fact that you are able to run about and do as you please, is because I allow it.”
“It’s my job, Sephi. It’s not like I can just—”
“Hush. If I objected to your waywardness, I would put a stop to it, but I do not. It amuses me, the way you play these fools like perfectly tuned instruments. The way you make them line up to lay riches at your feet, in exchange for a taste of your body. You have given yourself to so many men, and yet none of them can truly possess you. They are your servants and playthings. You are free.” 
“B—but you just said I belong to you,” Cloud faltered.
“That does not mean I intend to cage you. You would wither in captivity, and you would hate me. I would rather…but that is not what I’ve come to talk about. I sought you out because you are in a position to be useful to me. You are going to be my eyes inside Shinra.”
Shit. Cloud’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean? Why me?”
“There is no chance you would travel regularly to Shinra Tower for an ordinary client, and even less chance an ordinary client could dispatch the Turks, to transport you, to and fro. That means your clearance must grant you upper-level access.” 
Cloud was stunned that Sephiroth knew all of that, but he didn’t dare ask how. He also didn’t think his usual tactic of playing dumb was going to do much good, so he just kept his mouth shut.
Sephiroth slapped something onto the wall, in front of his face. It was a creased and faded photo, of a pretty young woman, with brown eyes and light-brown hair. 
“Who’s she?” Cloud asked, confused.
“Irrelevant. All you need to know is that she is somewhere in Shinra Tower. Memorize her face. You will look for her, for me. Tell me, immediately, the moment you see her. That’s all. Simple enough, yes?”
“Seph, this…I can’t just go snooping around in there. What if I get caught?”
“I trust you can use your talents to talk your way out of any minor trouble you encounter. But if it truly came to life or death, you’ve no need to fear. I will come to your rescue.”
“Oh, you will? And how the hell are you gonna rescue me, inside Shinra Tower?” Cloud demanded, his blue eyes sparking defiantly.
Sephiroth answered with a cold chuckle. “There are few places in this world that can keep me out.”
“If it’s so easy for you to get in, then why don’t you look for this woman, yourself? What do you need me for?” 
“The time has not yet come, to move openly, against Shinra. For now, I must stay in the shadows.” His grip tightened on the back of Cloud’s neck. “I trust my little puppet will do his very best, for me.”
“I—I will,” Cloud gasped, as Sephiroth pressed him into the wall with his body, and his hard dick dug into his ass. “You know I’ll—ngh! You know I’ll do whatever you say.”
Sephiroth gave a pleased hum, then grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. Cloud’s mouth opened readily, to submit to the invasion, as the man’s tongue rolled forcefully over his.
He didn’t like being suddenly grabbed on the street and ordered around, but being near Sephiroth for any length of time had an intoxicating effect on him. No matter how insane and dangerous his rational mind knew Sephiroth was, Cloud’s body always wanted him so badly he could taste it.
That raw, animal desire was even more intense now, away from his workplace, and without the context of a professional transaction. He was already fumbling to undo his own trousers and yank them down around his thighs, as they kissed feverishly. He heard steel buttons jingle faintly behind him, then that huge, heavy dick slotted into the cleft of his ass. 
“My bag,” he panted, licking his kiss-bruised lips. “There’s lube.”
Keeping a hand on his hip, Sephiroth reached down and picked up the bag. Cloud dug out the bottle of lubricant, which he squeezed all over his hand, then reached back to slick the thick, hard, veiny shaft. That was all the preparation Sephiroth had the patience for. He pushed the big, blunt head against his hole, still pink and swollen from Reeve, and impaled him, in one long slide, clamping a gloved hand over Cloud’s mouth, to muffle his moans. 
Once he was all the way in, he set a ruthless pace, showing no tenderness, whatsoever; thrusting hard and deep, pounding Cloud into the cold bricks. The way Sephiroth fucked was always pretty rough, but this felt different. Possessive and domineering, with a hostile edge. Like he was trying to fuck Reeve out of him (despite the fact that Reeve was a gentleman and hadn’t come inside, and Cloud had already showered, anyway). 
Just then, a wave of Sephiroth’s aromatic, masculine scent, like leather and cedar smoke, washed over him, and made Cloud’s head spin like he was drunk. He let go and lost himself in the unhinged lust and brutal intensity, radiating like heat from this monstrously strong and preternaturally gorgeous man. 
That massive shaft was drilling into him, thrumming over his prostate, making his dick so hard it ached, and was leaking like a faucet. He wanted to come so badly, he didn’t care about anything else, let alone the fact that they were outdoors, in a public alleyway, only a few meters from a busy street.
Biting his bottom lip, he looked over his shoulder at Sephiroth, and grabbed hold of his leather coat, tugging him closer, urging him to fuck him harder. 
Sephiroth’s slit pupils dilated visibly in his pale, blue-green irises. He clamped his hand over Cloud’s mouth again, and with a low snarl, he bared his sharp teeth and bit into his neck, so deep it broke the skin. 
Cloud went rigid, screaming hoarsely into Sephiroth’s muffling glove, while he came hard, spurting against the wall, in hot, rapid pulses. Sephiroth came at the same time, with a strangled groan, hips stuttering, as his big, thick shaft pulsed, pumping a molten hot flood into Cloud’s convulsing hole. 
The gloved hand released his mouth. Cloud’s head lolled forward and he let his sweat-damp forehead rest on the cold brick, enjoying the soothing coolness, while he caught his breath. Sephiroth was breathing hard too, still holding him pinned, but more gently, now, pressing what felt like apologetic kisses to the badly bruised spot on his neck. 
When he pulled out, he held Cloud open with his thumbs, to watch the semen trickle down his thighs, which seemed to please him immensely. Cloud wrinkled his nose in annoyance, but he was facing the wall still, so Sephiroth didn’t see. 
It really was incredibly rude of him to come inside, considering Cloud still had to ride the train for an hour to get home. He was thinking irritably about that and zipping up his pants, when the roar of a motorcycle engine filled the air, amplified by echoing off all the walls in the small alleyway. 
“Come,” a much subdued and unusually lucid-looking Sephiroth said, holding out his gloved hand. “I’ll take you home.”
Kadaj was waiting on the street, astride one of the gang’s huge, black motorcycles. When he saw them step out of the alleyway together, he dismounted and stood there sullenly, looking at the ground. Sephiroth threw his long leg over the saddle and Cloud climbed on, behind him. Without so much as a glance at his younger brother, Sephiroth instructed Cloud to hang on tight, then gunned the engine and sped away, down the street.
Kadaj lifted his pale-blue eyes and glared venomously after them, his fists clenching and unclenching, at his sides, till they faded from sight. Then he turned and walked away, in the opposite direction. 
Atop the roof of one of the many brownstone residential buildings, that filled this area, another figure leaned out and peered down the street, in the direction Sephiroth and Cloud rode off, then the direction Kadaj went. Then it also vanished into the night.
When they pulled up in front of the Honeybee, Cloud clambered off the bike, and hung his arms around Sephiroth’s neck, while they shared a slow, lingering kiss. Even after they drew apart, Sephiroth gazed at him for a long time, tucking his hair behind his ear and stroking his face, like he was reluctant to let him go. 
Cloud’s cheeks got hot and his stomach fluttered. He’d never felt so much like Sephiroth was actually looking at him and seeing him, before. There was something lonely and longing in the man’s eerily beautiful eyes, that made made Cloud’s chest ache. 
His own eyes began to sting with impending tears. Then all at once, it was as if a wall of ice snapped up between them. The catlike eyes glittered and the line of that perfect mouth hardened.
“Go,” Sephiroth said, turning away. “Don’t forget to do what I told you.”
Cloud stood there looking dazed, as the motorcycle roared away, down the narrow street. Then he shook himself and hurried inside. He almost ran face-first into Nero, who was standing directly in the doorway, for some reason. 
“What the hell!” Cloud said crossly. “Why are you always blocking every door I go through!”
“Who was that man, on the chopper?” Nero asked. “It can’t be…does our little bimbo have a boyfriend?”
Cloud wanted to tell him to fuck off, but asshole or no, Nero worked here, now. He should know about the hazards he might encounter. “That was Sephiroth, the leader of the Remnants biker gang. He’s psychotic and dangerous as fuck and I don’t want to die, so I do whatever he says. If he comes here, we all do whatever he says, and don’t give him an excuse to kill anyone. You can ask Andrea, if you don’t believe me.”
“It didn’t look like you were scared for your life, just now. It looked like you were kissing your boyfriend goodbye.” Nero sniffed the air and smirked. “And you smell like you just fucked in an alley.” 
“How could you possibly smell an alley?” Cloud retorted. “You’re just saying any shit you can think of, to be insulting.”
Nero arched a black brow. “Am I wrong?” 
Cloud blushed guiltily and scowled to cover it up. “It’s none of your business! Why are you even talking to me?”
“Andrea wants you. He said to bring you to his office, when you got back.”
Cloud slumped. He was sticky and grouchy and exhausted, having spent the past several hours having sex with two men in a row, and then riding on a motorcycle all the way from the upper city, clinging to a madman for dear life, the entire time (which was still more than half an hour, despite Sephiroth’s kamikaze style of navigating traffic). But Andrea was the boss, so he dragged himself to the elevator, pointedly ignoring Nero, who followed him in, looking infuriatingly smug. 
“Cloud, you’re here,” Andrea said, beckoning them into his office. “Your client has confirmed that trip, he mentioned. You’ll be leaving Friday afternoon, and returning the following Friday.”
Cloud nodded, unable to suppress his smile, upon hearing that he really was going to Wutai with Vincent. And for a whole week! 
“That’s why I called you both in,” Andrea went on. “Nero, this means you’ll be filling in for Cloud, for the first time, Saturday night. It’s a big responsibility. The Honeybees will be counting on you to carry the show.” 
Nero’s crimson eyes flashed eagerly. “I won’t disappoint you, boss.” 
“Good! That’s what I like to hear,” Andrea said, looking pleased. “Cloud, you have a few days before your trip, so I want you to spend them helping Nero prepare for the headlining spot. That’s your top priority. Got it?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Cloud said glumly, his Wutai excitement severely dampened by the prospect of having Nero stuck to his side for three days.
When the two left the office, Nero’s hands were shaking with adrenaline. This was the moment he’d been waiting and preparing for. He was going to see Vincent Valentine, face to face. Finally, everything would be set in motion. Cloud noticed his agitated fidgeting, while they were riding the elevator, and misunderstood.
“Don’t be nervous,” he said. “It’s not much different from the Friday night shows.”
Nero didn’t correct his error. “I heard all the VIPs come to your Saturday shows, though. That’s a lot of pressure.” 
“They’re just bored, old, rich guys. They’re not scary,” Cloud assured him, as the two disembarked, on their floor. ��The only one we absolutely must keep happy is Vincent Valentine, and he won’t be there, so there’s nothing to stress about.”
Nero’s heart stopped. “What…he won’t?”
“Of course not,” Cloud said, as if he should have known. “I’m going to Wutai with him. That’s why you’re covering for me, in the first place. See you tomorrow.”
Nero was still reeling from the emotional whiplash, as Cloud walked away, and their rooms were on opposite ends of the hall, so he had no excuse to follow and probe for more information. His initial disappointment quickly gave way anger, at the little blonde who was blithely ruining all his plans. Under a black cloud, he stalked to his room, slammed the door, and threw himself on the bed. Weiss flipped down from the headstand push-ups he’d been doing, and came to sit beside him. 
“I’m covering the bimbo’s show Saturday,” Nero said, before he had a chance to ask. 
“That’s exactly what we wanted,” Weiss pointed out. “What’s wrong?”
“Vincent Valentine won’t be there! He’s taking the bimbo out of town, and that’s why I’m covering for him! It’s like that little rat-faced eyesore exists just to get in my way!”
“There will be other opportunities. Don’t get upset, you’ll make yourself sick,” Weiss said, spreading his arms. “Come here. Let me hold you.”
Nero turned his back and curled into a sullen ball. Undeterred, Weiss dragged his stubborn little brother into his lap, to wrap him up in a tight embrace. Nero wriggled and kicked petulantly, but only for a moment. Then he surrendered and burrowed into his brother’s bare chest, taking deep breaths of his scent, to soothe himself. 
“I hate him, brother,” he pouted, peering up at Weiss from beneath his long, sooty eyelashes. “Kill him, for me.”
Weiss smiled adoringly, smoothing the silky, black hair back from his pallid face. “Soon, my love. We must first fulfill our purpose. Then we will have leisure, to bathe in the blood of our enemies.” 
“But who knows how long that’s going to take,” Nero huffed. “I want to kill him, now.”
Weiss chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated in his broad ribcage. “Have patience, little one. When all is done, I will bring him to you, and we will take our time with him. I wonder how long we can keep him alive.”
Nero pushed him onto his back and straddled him, sliding his hands up and down his ridiculously muscular torso, his crimson eyes kindled with a deranged light. “Tell me, brother. Tell me what you’ll do to him. I want to hear it, so I can imagine every single detail.”
THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY
MY SAD MURDER-BABY SEPHIROTH SOMEONE BE NICE TO HIM
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takenbynumbers · 8 months ago
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i really hope the people coming out to say they ship tseng/reeve (tseeve!!!!) will hopefully make food if they are able to. i am starving. don't worry, i will also be bringing new dishes to the table soon after i get over the plague but please. i am begging. it has been so long. trust me, it's a great ship, you won't regret it!! so many possibilities!!!
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seven7thheaven · 10 months ago
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welcome to seven(7)th heaven
howdy howdy yall! my name is rexxie, i'm twenty five years old, i'm an afab nonbinary ace lesbian and this is my blog for my final fantasy seven content.
i have played through the original game several times and have played the first part of the remake.
my ask box is open if you want to hear my thoughts on certain events, want me to write an imagine, headcanon or have a request. please do not send me a chat message unless we know each other.
i write x reader content as well as x original ocs (of my own - i won't butcher your oc's characterization).
byf. masterlist. ocs.
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CHARACTERS WILL I WRITE FOR . . .
cloud strife
tifa lockhart
barret wallace
aerith gainsborough
vincent valentine
yuffie kisaragi (i will not write sexual content for her)
jessie rasberry
biggs
wedge
reno
rude
tseng
elena
sephiroth
reeve tuesti
CHARACTERS I WON'T WRITE FOR . . .
rufus shinra (as of right now; this may change in the future)
professor hojo
president shinra
marlene
dyne
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CONTENT I WILL WRITE . . .
fluff
angst
smut
light bdsm (bondage, spanking, domination)
breeding/impregnation
female and gender neutral reader
named and unnamed female or gender neutral reader
light au/crossover headcanons (ie. avalanche's starter pokemon)
menstrual sex
pegging
CONTENT I WILL NOT WRITE . . .
abuse in any fashion or context
scat/watersports/vomit
dubcon/sa
paedophilia (adult/minor grooming)
kidnapping
vore
breathplay
ddlg/sexualized age regression
self harm/suicidal gestures
male/male content
sexual furry/scaly
yandere
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please be aware that this blog may contain spoilers for the original final fantasy seven game as well as part one of the remake.
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itstheaestheticforme · 3 months ago
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Masterpost
Below is where you will find all my edits, categorized by fandom, character and ship when applicable.
GLHF!
Part 2 Here
Mass Effect
Garrus Vakarian: x
Mordin Solus: x
Thane Krios: x
Thaneshep: x
Final Fantasy 7
Advent Children: x
Aerith: x
Angeal: x
Barret: x
Chadley: x
Cid: x
Cissnei: x
Cloud: x x x
Elena: x
Genesis: x
Nanaki/RedXIII: x
Reeve Tuesti: x
Reno: x
Rude: x
Rufus Shinra: x
Sephiroth: x x x
Tifa: x
Tseng: x
Vincent Valentine: x x
Yuffie: x
Zack: x x
FF7 Ships
Aerti: x x
Genesis/Angeal: x
Reno/Tseng: x
Rufus/Tseng: x
Sefikura: x x x x
Strifentine: x
FF7 Fic Edits
A Solitude of Space - @aceofbasedesires : x
Midgar Noir - @errantnight : x
Ruins Edge - @errantnight : x x x x
Shedding Season - @halebobgr : x
FF7 Greek Mythos Series
Angeal & Zack as Minotaur & Theseus: x
Cloud as Atlas: x
Elmyra & Aerith as Demeter & Persephone: x
Genesis as Icaros: x
Sefikura as Pygmalion/Galatea: x
Sephiroth as Prometheus: x
Tifa as Nike: x
Vincent as Hades: x
FF7 Strifesodos Week
Day 1: Rot
Day 2: Fragile
Day 3: Defiance
Day 4: Mentor
Day 5: Promise
Dragon Age
Day 6: Dreams
Day 7: Wings
Fenris: x
Sera: x
Solas: x
Solavellan: x
Zevran Arainai: x
Critical Role
Bells Hells: x
Caleb Widogast: x
Essek Thelyss: x
Fjord: x
Jester: x
Laudna: x
Percy de Rolo: x
Shadowgast: x
Vax'ildan Vessar: x
Yasha Nydoorin: x x
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heartlessfujoshi · 8 months ago
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the horndog and the prince(ss) - a rufusreno multi-chapter fic
Title: The Horndog and the Prince(ss) Chapter: 3 of 10 Fandom: FFVII Compilation Pairing: RufusReno (Rufus Shinra x Reno) Rating: Explicit (Explicit Sexual Content - Timeline what Timeline - Mirror Sex) Word Count: ~2,250
Ch 1 Ch 2
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Rufus woke up a few hours later to his PHS ringing, his head throbbing only a little at having been startled awake. He reached for his phone, expecting to feel a warm body next to him, but there was only empty space there. Opening his phone up, he put it to his ear. “Yes.” He answered, sitting up as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. 
“Did you forget we have a meeting, sir?” He heard the distinct voice of Reeve Tuesti coming through his receiver. “We were to meet and discuss my new projects that I'm hoping will be funded by your generous pocket.” 
He looked over at his bedroom door, and could smell the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. That meant that Reno was nearby. Good. Rufus got out of bed, and pulled his underwear on. “Can we meet in thirty?” 
“Thirty is fine, sir.” Reeve ended the call, making it easier on him as he hated awkward goodbyes. 
Walking out of his bedroom, he saw Reno was sitting at his dining table, smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee. “We’re leaving in twenty.” Rufus commented, then went and poured himself a cup of coffee. “How the hell can you drink this shit?” The coffee was the strongest he’d ever tasted in his life. “How does your heart not stop?” 
“Ye’ll get used to it, Princess.” Reno tapped his cigarette onto a small dessert plate that had become a makeshift ashtray. “Hope ya don’t mind.” 
“It’s a little too late if I did, wouldn’t you agree?” He saw Reno was eyeing him. “What?” 
“Never fancied you were a man that liked to wear colorful shorts.” 
Rufus looked down, and saw that the underwear he’d chosen to put on had been a pair of chocobo boxer briefs. “Am I not allowed to wear things that one might deem as undignified?” 
“Yer the richest man in the world, Ruf’. I don’t think it really matters whatcha want to wear or not. Jes figured ye were a guy that preferred an all black wardrobe. Ye know, considering how ye dress and all.” 
He supposed that the redhead had a point. “Did Tseng go over what has to happen as you watch me?” 
“Ye. Should be no problem, yo.” Reno snuffed out his smoke, and stood up. Rufus drank more of the bitter liquid in his cup, grimacing as he swallowed. It was fucking awful. “Go get ready. We’ll leave in fifteen.” 
“Right.” He set the cup down, then pointed his finger at the Turk. “You finish that. I can’t drink that shit.” 
“Don’t mind if I do.” 
Rufus went back to his bedroom, and went into his ensuite bathroom. Standing under the spray of his shower, he could feel his ass still tingling where Reno had whacked him a few times. He put his hand against the sore spot and moaned softly, his cock perking up with renewed interest as he rubbed his hand over it. He shook it off, knowing that right now wasn’t the right time to get those sorts of feelings. He had a business to maintain, and now that Reno was going to be around him twenty-four seven for the next week, he knew it was going to be a difficult task no matter what life threw at him. 
Fixing his white jacket, he examined himself in his closet mirror, pleased that his cleaners were able to get the blood out. The last time he’d worn this particular jacket, he’d been in a rather nasty fight which had ended in bloodshed. Rufus saw Reno staring at him through their reflections. “Say your peace.” 
“Can’t a man admire the way his lover looks?” Reno was now leaning up against the door jamb, his arms crossed over his chest. And Rufus couldn’t believe how attractive he found him. The lazy attitude. The ‘I don’t give a fuck’ look on his face. Everything about Reno right now was screaming at him, and he hated it. His hormones were in control of him in a way that they’d never been before. He’d never had this problem before engaging with the redhead. 
Rufus pushed his bangs off of his head, but didn’t turn around as he stared at Reno’s reflection. “Is that what I am?” 
“I mean, ya shoulda been a one night stand but yaa fucked up on that front.” Reno approached him, and Rufus couldn’t help but close his eyes as he felt Reno’s presence behind him. His heart startled in his chest as he felt Reno’s hands touch his hips, and then a soft moan passed his lips as Reno’s breath touched his ear. “Ye’re fuckin’ gorgeous and ya know it. Don’tcha, Ruf’?” 
He took a deep breath. “I don’t know what you’re implying, Reno.” He didn’t have time for this. “We have to leave.” 
“No, we don’t.” 
Opening his eyes, he looked into Reno’s green eyes and felt his ears beginning to ring as his heartbeat became more pronounced. “Excuse me?” 
“I said, no we don’t, yo.” Reno’s hands on his hips gave them a firm squeeze, Rufus’ body responding almost immediately to the force being shown. “Do I gotta remind ya who ye are?” 
Another slow breath left his chest as he glared at Reno. “I know who I am, you fool.” 
“Oh, I know ya do, Princess.” The hand on his left hip was moved, and was now palming his growing erection. Rufus moaned, unable to stop himself as he felt the heat rise up to his cheeks as Reno’s breath touched his ear again. “Open yer eyes, Rufus.” 
He did, and saw that Reno’s hand was now unzipping his pants, and was pushing it down until his hand found his cock. Rufus’ eyes stared at their reflection, and moaned low as Reno pulled his cock out into the open. He could see the tip dripping with precum, his body clearly wanting more. “I have a meeting.” 
“Which ye can be late for. Ye were already late once.” Reno’s eyes kept him trapped, Rufus staring into them as he felt his hand start to stroke his cock with just enough pressure to feel good, but not enough to make it feel great. “Ye like being late, don’tcha?” 
Rufus dropped his head, moaning low as he could feel Reno’s cock pushing up against his ass. “I don’t.” He whispered, but deep down, he knew Reno was right. There was a certain thrill knowing that someone was waiting for him, while he was here, doing things that he shouldn’t be doing. 
“One quick fuck, what do ya say, Princess?” Reno asked him, his thumb now pushing against the tip of his cock. “Only, ya gotta do somethin’ for me, yo.” 
“A-Anything.” He would agree to anything the redhead requested. It was how bad he needed him right now. Reno could ask him to jump off the tower, and he would say yes. It would be foolish, and he knew it, but there was something about Reno’s commanding presence that had him wanting to do anything he wanted. 
Reno put his hand on his chin, and tilted it upwards until their eyes met again in the mirror. “Stay like that.” 
Knowing what he wanted, Rufus moaned in anticipation as he felt Reno yank his pants down to expose his ass to him. He saw the redhead go over to his dresser, and watched him roll a condom onto his cock. Rufus stood still, his cock dripping as he waited for the redhead to return. Reno put his arm around his waist, and held him close, the tip of his cock now probing against his ass, looking for that opening that would benefit them both. And as soon as he slid home, Rufus released a moan that made his throat hurt. 
His eyes stayed locked onto Reno’s but he could see him thrusting his hips back and forth, his body moving to the beat as Reno’s hand returned to his cock. Rufus was tempted to look at his own cock, but there was something about the way that Reno was staring at him, it kept him trapped. He moaned, his chest arching up as Reno’s cock pushed deep inside of him. 
“Ya gonna come again, Princess?” Reno asked, his breath hot against his ear. Rufus nodded his head fast, knowing that he was already set to explode. Staring at them in the mirror was doing wonders for his arousal, and all he could think about was how good Reno was making him feel. “Go ahead and come fer me.” 
Rufus broke off their eye contact as he felt the unmistakable heat begin, signaling to his brain that he was close. And after a few more rough thrusts, Rufus was moaning through an orgasm, the tip of his cock erupting with more fluid that shouldn’t have been possible given the amount of sex the two of them had already had, and yet here he was, defying the odds. “R-Reno…” He moaned the redhead’s name, caught in the throes of an intense orgasm, his head going numb from head to toe. 
“That’s right, baby…” Reno murmured into his ear, as his hips began to pound into him roughly. “I gave that to ya.” Reno groaned, Rufus tilting his head back against his shoulder as he felt him buck his hips hard. “Me.” 
“Y-You…” He agreed, nodding his head as everything continued to spin. Reno released a deep grunt, and then Rufus knew that the redhead had found his own release. He sank back against him, panting softly as he struggled to remain on his feet. 
Reno pulled out of him, and as he did, Rufus grunted as he hadn’t been prepared for the connection to be severed so quickly. He watched as Reno pulled the condom off, and then tossed it into the wastebasket with a few tissues, and then saw him approach him with a few more tissues, and began to wipe up his ass. Rufus pulled up his pants, then looked at the redhead, who was adjusting his own Turk issued suit. 
“Why do I feel like this week is going to be a problem for the both of us?” 
“I dunno whatcha mean, yo.” Reno grinned, then tapped his wrist where there wasn’t a watch. “I think we’ve got some time before yer meeting.” 
He looked at his own watch, and saw that yes, they were in the window of when he was supposed to be at Reeve’s office. So he would be five minutes late. No big deal. And after that great fuck, he was glad for the tardiness. “You’re correct. Let’s go.” 
“Whatever ya say, boss.” 
Rufus knocked on Reeve’s door, and walked into his office without a second care in the world. “Now, what did you want to discuss with me, Reeve?” He asked, taking a seat in front of Reeve’s desk, ignoring the mechanical cat he could see leaning up against the wall. “What sorts of projects are you hoping that Shinra will pay for this time?” 
“Where’s Tseng?” Reeve asked, as Reno stayed out front of the opened office door. 
“I wasn’t aware that it was any of your business where my Turks were.” Rufus glared at the scientist, not at all interested in dealing with him. He would much rather be back in his apartment, preferably without any clothes on, and with a certain redhead’s cock shoved deep inside of his ass. He shifted on his chair, as if feeling the thickness inside of him. But sadly, there was nothing there, only the reminder of it being there less than seven minutes ago. It was a heady feeling, knowing that. Rufus took a deep breath, hoping that his face didn’t look as hot as it felt.  
Reeve’s face paled, and he bowed his head. “Sorry, sir. That wasn’t the way I intended it to sound. My sincerest apologies.” 
“Yes, fine. Now, what do you wish to show me?” 
He sat in Reeve’s office for close to two hours before making it to his own office. Reno stood guard outside, leaving him to be in peace. Rufus stood at the window that overlooked Midgar, and wondered how in Gai he’d wound up where he was currently. Or, rather, how he was managing to hold his hormones in check, as Reno stood outside of his office, making sure no one came in to harass him. He wanted the redhead to come in, lock the door, and do terrible things to him. 
We’re together for a week. You can wait. 
Rufus palmed his stiffening cock, willing it to go down. But it had a mind of its own, and it was itching to be touched again. Rufus, however, had work that needed to be done, so he ignored it and dived into the items that had been sitting on his desk since yesterday. He still needed to discuss with Reno about their arrangement, whatever the hell it was. The redhead had used the word ‘lover’ earlier, but was that accurate? Rufus didn’t think so, as he’d sort of entered unwillingly into this unexpected dalliance. He hoped that Reno would listen to him, but he had a feeling it might be difficult as they both seemed to have a thirst for each other that didn’t really seem to be satiated. At all. Rufus shook his head, picked up his pen and began to work - he’d deal with Reno later.  
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Cross-posted to AO3
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bronzewool · 2 years ago
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Top 5 crack ships
Put “Top 5” anything in my ask and I will answer ok go
Jeren x Olvir
Reeve Tuesti x Tseng (FFVII)
Ryou Bakura x Yami Marik (YGO)
Lickety-Split x Trepan (TFA/IDW)
Lickety-Split x Yoketron (TFA)
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brilcrist · 4 years ago
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~My super late post for Whumptober, prompt: Intubation~
Rufus and Reeve secretly meet in Junon after the incident of the Ancient Temple
✨The zine preorder will have slight delay to early December, coz i ordered special paper and stuff. But the good side is, i can add more new exclusive artworks✨
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phantasmacabre · 9 months ago
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For the character ask - how about Reeve, and Yuna?
Anything for you my bb Vinja
Reeve Tuesti
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Sexuality Headcanon: Reeve is a gay man and a gay icon
Gender Headcanon: AMAB
A ship I have with said character: Tseng/Reeve, one sided Reeve/Vincent because Reeve is down bad for Vincent unfortunately Vincent is very much in love with Reilena ( @vinjaryou 's oc) and oblivious to any advanced Reeve might make towards him and thanks to @case-of-traxits Reeve/Genesis
A BROTP I have with said character: Reeve and Cid, as well as Vincent, though with Vincent it's a little different. Of course Reeve and Aerith too, since he was the one to give Elmyra the news of her death in the OG. He has a particular soft spot for Aerith, who is alive in almost every au I have.
A NOTP I have with said character: Hmmm can't really think of one? Not many hard NOTPS for Reeve here
A random headcanon: Reeve and Scarlett were married. They met in the Shinra Engineering program and Scarlett fell absolutely in love with Reeve who was still struggling with his own sexuality. Sometime during their marriage Reeve came to terms with being gay. He would have been fine with staying married to Scarlett had her personality not become so warped and sadistic, he served papers on her just before OG and their divorce was rather nasty.
General Opinion over said character: I love Reeve! One of the most interesting characters in the series and also a stone cold zaddy
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Yuna
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Sexuality Headcanon: Hetrosexual
Gender Headcanon: AFAB
A ship I have with said character: So I don't have many ships with Yuna and most are cross overs so I would have to say my otp for Yuna would be Yuna/Cloud and I have a massive WIP multichaper for this ship as it is one of my favorites. There's also a certain crackship that @roxxie-kun and I have that spawned from an old unfinished fic on AO3....
A BROTP I have with said character: Yuna and Lulu and Yuna and Rikku. Yuna's bond with Lulu is more older and younger sister like and I absolutely love it. My actual older sister was pregnant during my last replay of X-2 and we have a similar close bond which made that playthrough exceptionally special for me. Rikku and Yuna too because I love how Rikku's knack for getting her cousin into trouble as well as how distressed she was about losing her should she defeat Sin.
A NOTP I have with said character: Yuna/Brother, miss me with that shit
A random headcanon: I have way too many so I'll give you two. Yuna is an excellent markswoman even without the gunner dress sphere. whenever she is stressed out she goes off by herself and sets up targets for shooting practice. The other is that she was Leblanc 's maid of honor at her wedding to Nooj
General Opinion over said character: Yuna is tied with Yuffie and Sephiroth for my favorite FF character. I cannot tell you how much she means to me or how much inspiration she's given me. Her character arc is unimaginably important in my life. FFX is also my favorite game ever and in my opinion the Pinnacle of gaming. I love her so much.
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demialwrites · 4 months ago
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Masterlist (FF7)
Updated as of Oct 25, '24
Rufus Shinra
Headcanons: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Fics: Hunted · Sand Through Fingers 2 3 · Somnophilia · Rufus Vs Reeve 2 3 · I Can Train You · Taking Your Hand · Kidnapped · The Secretary · Queen's Blood · You're An Idiot · Sparring · Degrading · A Freak · The Monster · Good Girl · Butterfly in a Jar · 2 · 3
Rufus + Tseng
Fics: The Offer 2 · Untitled 2 3 · Straight Smut
Tseng
Headcanons: 1 2 3 4 5
Fics: Anything · Casual Relationship · Sub Tseng · Quarantine · Stupid · Pie in the Sky · Interrogation
Sephiroth
Headcanons: 1 2 3 4
Fics: Broken Toy · Fallen Angel, Down to Earth · Bonding Time · Bonding Time V. 2 · Experiment of Passage
Rude
Headcanons: 1 2 3 4
Reno
Fics: A Short
Headcanons: 1 2 3 4 5 6
Cloud
Headcanons: 1 2 3
Barret
Headcanons: 1 2
Elena
Headcanons: 1 2
Reeve
Headcanons: 1
Fics: Submissive Reeve
Solo Character: Reno · Rufus Shinra
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getvalentined · 5 months ago
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TSEEVE FOR SHIP BINGO PLEASE
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Not shocked I got a bingo with these two. They are in love, your honor.
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Rufus: My dick has lead me to places that I wouldn’t even go with a gun.
Reeve: … you went to see the Tseng, didn’t you?
Rufus: Nooooooo-
Reeve: I’m going to tell Lazard to put a fucking leash on you.
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darker-than-life · 3 years ago
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previously @engineershands
“You don’t get paid. You don’t get praised. Yet, you still risk your lives and continue on your journey. Seeing that makes me…”
[[ Main | Bio | Rules | Ask ]]  
“It just makes me think about my life. I don’t think I’d feel too good if things ended the way they are now.”
Reeve Tuesti, as written by traxits.
// Please give this a like if you want to start a roleplay with Reeve! Crossovers welcome; we can hash out the details via ask or IM.
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