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Zahava has never felt so disconnected from Lorelai before. Granted, that was entirely her fault and... maybe she recognized that. Maybe. Maybe not. She wasn’t going to answer that, yet. After spending the past few weeks traveling for work concerning the Jade Palace, she was more than ready to be back home. What a strange realization it was that such a quaint mountain city of less than four hundred thousand people has become the place that she considered her home now. Granted, that was largely due to the people who lived there. It’s been months since she last spoke with Bash, not knowing whether him and Bodhi have made up or if things were still rough between the two. Yet, she was trying to be patient. Even though it was the second hard thing she’s ever done, right after leaving them in the first place. As she made her way inside her home she shared with Lorelai, part of her was relieved that she was able to get inside. Frankly, she was over the tension between them. But... telling her that would mean telling her about Bash and Bodhi. And she wasn’t sure how to talk about that with anyone. Having spent the past few hours unpacking and starting laundry, her heart race when she heard Lorelai come home. Yet, after taking a shot of liquid courage, she finally showed herself in the kitchen. One of the few places that always remained neutral ground, typically where they could make truce in the past. “Hey, honey; I’m home,” she mused, smiling gently, albeit also awkwardly.
CLOSED STARTER: their home ; summit lake \\ @lorelai-tseng
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“Are you finally going to tell me what’s up between you two? ‘Cause I swear, I can slice the tension between you with a plastic knife.” Devi sipped on her hibiscus juice as she gave Lorelai a pointed look, glancing back at Nazli for a moment then back to her. She’s always liked the older woman, having blessed the day that her cousin introduced them together. After years of the Jade Palace and the Silk Road working together, it’d been only natural for her to develop a sense of respect towards Nazli’s co-owners. Yet, admittedly, her preference was the taller woman. “Seriously, I leave for nine months and come back to you two no longer flirting with each other. What gives? Did you two finally caved in and dated only to break up?”
CLOSED STARTER: pharaoh tutankhamun centennial banquet || @lorelai-tseng
#( interactions. )#( ch. lorelai tseng. )#( pharaoh tutankhamun centennial banquet and history of egypt wing grand opening 2022. )
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kyrie can’t wait for evan to be tseng’s boss so they can fire him cause he’s too scary
#ch; k. canaan#( ;; we don't vibe with fanon )#tseng literally gave the order to kill them#we're scared ™#it's the fact that tseng will follow through on the mission no matter his personal thoughts on it
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Rude's Bar For the Balds Only
&Tseng 's duty
Final Fantasy VII : Rebirth Chapter 4 [RUFUS RECAP][HQ] part 6
Index gifs // Trailer recap // Rufus's Story recap 1 //2 // 3
Rufus Pic recap 1 // 2 // 3 // 4
Others Tseng&Rufus , Hojo&Darkstar
[RUFUS RECAP] Other links
Ch.4 part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 //10 // 11
Ch.6 part 12 // 13
Ch.8+9 part 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // 18 // 22
Ch.10+11 part 19 // 20 // 21 / 23 // 24 // 25 // 26
Ch.12+13+14 part 27 // 28 // 29 // 30 // 31
Etc. : 32 // 33 // 34 // 35 // 36
#FF7 Rebirth#ff7 rebirth spoilers#FF7 Rebirth gifs#rude#rude of the turks#games#games gifs#gifs#ff gifs#Final Fantasy VII : Rebirth#Final Fantasy VII#final fantasy 7#ffvii#cloud strife#ff7#ff series#Final Fantasy series#aerith#tifa#cloud#ff7 aerith#aerith gainsborough#ffvii aerith#tifa lockhart#ff7 tifa#bald#tseng#tseng of the turks#rufus#rufus gifs
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spoiler warning for chapter 4 of rebirth - if you're after ch.5, you're good to go
a little headcanon & i still haven't played further than chapter 8 so i cant say if there's anything else alluding to this but off of the back of that ask / posting that gifset, i wanted to talk about heid's reasons for doing what he did and a little deeper look into things.
so, firstly - he did it because it's his job. if we're going to be cynical about this - that's why he did it. he's not only the director of security, but he's the right hand to the president. and the right hand to the president is tasked with protecting him at all costs. i've headcanoned before that heid was once essentially like secret service for president shinra. so his job would be taking bullets. personally, i am so happy that rebirth let it be him and not tseng ( im sorry tseng frends ) i just felt this being heidegger gives him an edge to his character that i have KNOWN is there but feel i've been fighting to represent since remake came out.
secondly - he sees rufus as an almost 'son' like figure / the son of his good friend. i can imagine shinra making heidegger vow to protect rufus at some point. be that when rufus was a child or older. heidegger takes vows very seriously. he is not the kind of person to swear by something and be talking shit. yes, he lies. yes, he spins propaganda. but if he swears - and i mean - swears to do something. he will do it. look at how entirely willing he is to jump in harms way. there is not a slither of hesitation. the man WILL save rufus regardless of cost.
thirdly - guilt. this is my little dash of spice into this headcanon because i can't help myself. obviously, i've always written heid as somewhat idolising and looking up to shinra and willing to lay his life on the line for him. well, where was heid when shinra died? who knows. but the fact is, he feels he failed him. his friend is dead and he honestly believes he COULD HAVE stopped it but didn't. now, if anything, that encourages him to protect rufus all the more. he knows rufus can hold his own but fuck he'll be damned if he fails his old friend once more.
forth - a little sprinkle of the self-serving goodness. a little wound to the back for rufus' trust? or even his admiration? well, that aint too bad owo. now, i do believe that rufus already knows heidegger's capabilities / strengths / weakness. and i don't believe rufus is dumb enough to decide 'oh yea, i trust him entirely now' but I DO THINK rufus would at least appreciate it. hell, maybe it's nostalgic for him? maybe heidegger looked out for him as a kid? maybe it'll make them closer? (please ffvii).
#ffvii rebirth spoilers#(headcanon)#as you can tell i am not over that scene :)#i also took screenies of soldiers talking about heid lol!
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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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Three... Guards? Ch 9
Summary: Tifa finds Cloud at the train station in Sector Seven. It’s the first time she’s seen him in seven years. But he’s not alone. Three silver haired boys protected him. Three silver haired boys that triggered memories of her hometown. Of steel through her chest. Of SOLDIER First Class. Of Him.
This is their chance to do things right. To protect everyone.
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Inspired by the prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien
Chapter 9: New and Familiar
Sector Five's pillar stood just as tall as Sector Seven's, but the view of the untouched under-city churned Strife's core as helicopters flew to each support of the upper-city.
He wasn't supposed to be here. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Strife prayed his theory was correct. He hoped against everything he knew of the Shinra Electric Power Company that putting himself in place of the destruction they craved could save thousands of lives. He hoped his presence on this pillar did not immediately send orders to detach another. He hoped they would do the right thing for once in their greedy lives.
As he sprinted up the stairs, he couldn't help but glance at the only garden under Midgar, the waterfall and flowers still perfectly pristine. The only location in ten miles with any connection to The Planet.
He only hoped whatever his comrades, his enemies, and… well, himself were doing in Shinra HQ was going well. As for him, he reached the control platform just as the Shinra helicopter landed.
Now Strife stood face to face with Tseng, the leader of the Turks. He almost sighed in relief. If there was any chance he could keep every plate from falling, it was through negotiation with this particular Turk.
“You’re the one that intercepted Reno and Rude.” Tsung held his arms behind his back, scanning his enemy. “I must say, that is no easy feat. But your string of luck ends here.”
Strife clenched his jaw before slowly raising both of his hands, deliberately forcing stability into his voice. “I surrender. But only if you leave every plate standing.”
“Excuse me?” Though keeping his face steady, this was clearly a surprise.
“You can use me to fulfill Shinra’s agenda without causing this needless destruction. Whatever advantage they’re looking for, whatever propaganda they’re attempting now, do it using me. But leave every pillar alone.”
“That’s a bold ask,” The suit nearly mocked. “We will not fail this time.”
Strife lowered his head. “Tseng, if anyone succeeds in this mission, I will permanently end your duty as head of the Turks without hesitation. It’s your choice. I understand Turks get things done. I’m giving you the option to do so without killing anyone.”
There was silence for a moment, thoughts and scenarios running through both of their minds. What could go right? What could go wrong? What could happen if pillars were left standing? Would the public still react? Would the president allow any change?
“One moment.”
Strife nodded.
The Turk turned his back and whipped out his phone. “We have a proposition offered. One that possibly knocks out a few birds at once without any deaths. Are you interested, Mr. President?”
* * *
The executive meeting on the upper floors had just begun. The president, the head of weapons development, the head of security, the director of the space division, and even the head of the science department all sat in a single location. Secluded. Out of the way. Uniformed.
But it was only a matter of time before security caught the party trying to force their way into the lab, as well as the meeting coming to its end all together.
They needed to make a choice: enter the lab with Aerith as bait, break down the door with guns blazing and attracting every remaining shred of security to hunt them down, or risk following Hojo after the meeting through the entrance door and by doing so immediately giving the man with the most control over the lab the knowledge and possible weaponry to attack them and defend himself.
It wasn’t much of a choice. For some.
Cloud could not allow this, and the entire party argued in the hallways near the escalators. “Aerith, absolutely not-”
“Chadley said ‘potential specimens can enter the lab’. I can get the door open and we can go from there. I might even know the way!”
“You really think you can handle that, flower girl?” Barret interrupted. “If anything goes wrong, you’ll be in the same situation as the kid.”
“Barret’s right,” Tifa agreed as she held Aerith’s arm softly. “It’s incredibly dangerous.”
“We can’t just wait outside until someone leaves, that’s too suspicious.” Her green eyes flared with determination. “Hojo won't risk harming me, not seriously at least. We can use that against him.”
“Pray tell… what do you think will happen when that door opens…?” Yazoo questioned legitimately.
“Two security bots try to capture me, Hojo immediately learns we're there, and we fight through the halls to find Kadaj. It's just one extra step, guys.” She gave them a true smirk. “We've got this.”
“We both know what Hojo is capable of. No we do not got this.”
Aerith insisted with small pouts, Cloud countered with anything he could remember from his time with Hojo, Barret admittedly refused, and Tifa kept expressing her worry. As they discussed, the two Remnants silently made their way next to each other, speaking lowly to avoid any outside detection.
“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Loz whispered first.
Yazoo nodded. “The president did say we belong in the labs…”
“So we can go through the door and find Brother!” The eldest finished with a victorious little jump, but his volume gained the eyes of the adults. They both looked down until Aerith explained another advantage to her side, to which all others began countering and parrying without delay.
“Keep your voice down…”
Loz scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry…”
There was a pause as Yazoo thought. “It couldn't hurt to try, would it…?”
“I'll go first,” The larger one proclaimed confidently before striding to the door.
“By all means…” The middle child gestured ahead before following behind.
As the party debated, Loz took out one of the lower floor key cards and rapidly scanned to enter. Of course, this was met with buzzes of defiance at a constant pitch. After about fifteen scans, a red light activated above the door. A camera. The entire party glared at them now, Cloud roughly two seconds away from tackling the boy. The eldest brother ignored the attention and waved before tugging his hair and pointing to his eyes.
The door opened.
The middle sibling held his arm over the entrance to avoid automatic closing.
No one spoke, the infuriated and worried pause impossible to avoid.
“You’re going to get yourselves killed,” Cloud scolded.
“Are you coming or not…?”
The door clicked in activation. No sensor obeyed the object in the way. Every one of them dashed through, barely making it as the lock snapped back into place.
“They know we’re here now,” Barret warned before anyone had the chance to move.
“So prepare for a fight…”
Loz grinned before popping his knuckles. Everyone followed suit with less enthusiasm, drawing blades, guns, and fists to the ready. They made their way up the stairs, Barret silently praying this was the last flight he’d see today. Through the poorly lit hallways, sealed doors which opened at their approach, and passed many miniature mako tanks, they spotted two scientists, lab coats and all.
However, neither professional attacked, only holding their hands in the air and pointing to the elevator with the folding metal gate.
“Tifa, stay back with the boys,” Cloud commanded, concerned by the immediate compliance of personnel. “Aerith, Barret, come ahead with me.”
“But, Big Brother-”
“No buts,” He snapped at the whining. “If you boys get hurt, it’s on me. If you two get captured because you refuse to listen, you will never hear the end of it from any of us. Am I clear?”
They took a step behind Tifa, looking down as they nodded. Tifa gave a soft nod in confirmation before watching the two scientists present. Cloud, Barret, and Aerith moved ahead, watching the various mako tanks with the occasional movement within.
“Keep your eyes on them.” Tanks filled with monsters were nothing new to Cloud, but he needed to be sure the rest of the group knew to prepare. Each clunk of the grates beneath their feets echoed off the walls of the lab, their march forward never stopping.
Despite Cloud’s concern, no monsters crawled out of containment. The group reached the gate and realized it was an elevator, pressing the button to open the door. Barret motioned the boys and Tifa over, and though the boys ran ahead, the woman couldn’t help but glance at the dog-like creature with a flame on its tail trapped within one of the clear containers, free of mako with no other freedoms in the world as it slept, its tail flicking in mindless patterns.
“Tifa, come on.”
Right. Strife’s warning. She needed to go ahead, to be the first person in every room to protect Cloud. And to an extent…to protect everyone.
The darkness of the lab never ceased, not in the elevator and not on the second level. Tifa scanned ahead for the monster she was warned about, but the blond dashed past her.
“Cloud!”
He didn't stop at the sound of Aerith's voice. He found their target.
He found Kadaj.
“Brother!” The boys shot ahead too. No enemies blocked their path. No monsters were released into the hallways or chambers. Still Barret chose to keep watch as the others ran to the child’s container.
Only his eyes met them. He was on his side, unable to lift his head, an unknown liquid pooled in front of him with dried trails on his skin and bandages. There was relief, ever so slightly on his face from seeing them, but his pain continued to consume his entire body.
“Barret-”
“I got you, boy. Stand back,” The older man didn’t even need to hear the plan to know what Cloud was thinking. Everyone backed up as Barret readied his gun arm and fired at the electronic lock. It sparked with disconnected electricity before the curved glass slid open to free the specimen from danger. Well, free in theory.
“I got him!” Aerith yelled as she kneeled at his side, a powerful healing spell growing between her prayer held hands. The two brothers stood back, staring in horror at their youngest’s frail state.
Kadaj gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.
“Don’t even try.” Cloud placed a hand on an uninjured section of his arm, denying a single word exit. “Let Aerith heal you first.”
He blinked slowly in affirmation before his inhuman eyes moved to the woman.
“Bless them with your love and grace,” Aerith whispered before raising a hand to the sky. Rings of green magic pulsed out of her with healing pedals filling the air, gusts of wind swirling around her body to the ceiling. Everyone felt a wave of relief as even the minorest of injuries suddenly mended.
But Kadaj shrieked the moment the spell hit him, his hoarse voice piercing through the rippled air. He tried to push away, to protect himself even as Cloud lifted and held him caringly like a child, trying to soothe the agony. Once the magic finally finished its course, his head of silver hair slumped against Cloud's sweater with raspy breaths, anguished exhaustion forcing him into silence with closed eyes in another desperate attempt at rest. Not a single wound on his little body healed.
“Why didn't it work…?” Cloud's voice was low and precarious.
“I don't understand… He was fine when I healed him in Sector Five…”
“What did Hojo do to him?!” Barret's voice boomed.
“We'll figure that out later…” Yazoo spoke up, using his cunning to keep a level head. “We need to get him out of here before Hojo returns…”
Cloud nodded, adjusting Kadaj as he stood, the boy hissing between breaths until all movement stopped.
“Loz, the elevator…”
“On it.” The eldest rushed through the room so fast a blue trail lagged before catching up with him as he pressed the button. But nothing happened, not even a glow in confirmation. “Uh, guys? It’s not responding? What do we do?!” They couldn’t climb down the shaft with Kadaj in his current condition. It was absolutely out of the question.
“Don’t panic, Loz. There’s another way out of here. There has to be,” Tifa came right up behind him and held his shoulders softly. “We just need to look, okay?”
He nodded, accepting her words before he panicked.
Though looking wasn’t exactly difficult. The observation room protected by glass above captured everyone’s attention.
“What’s that sound?” Loz asked out of nowhere.
“What sound? I don’t hear anything,” Tifa explained.
“Something must have escaped on the lower level… It sounds like claws…-?!”
Rhythmic clanking grew closer and closer, even the non-enhanced members of the group able to hear its echo as whatever creature climbed rapidly. Barret and Yazoo aimed their firearms at the gap between the floor and the wall. Tifa, Aerith, and Loz guarded Cloud and Kadaj.
Suddenly a red and orange beast launched off the walls of the lab and landed in front of them, seemingly scanning them all before dashing through the glass of the observation chamber.
The boys looked at each other and shrugged as did Aerith before the group followed it through the side door.
It galloped through the control room and down the hallway to another elevator. But this machine was different, a massive cylindrical structure rather than hidden in a nook. The beast halted before it crashed into the closed door, the smallest huff leaving it in defeat. Then it turned to the party with a low growl, slowly approaching them.
Again they stood on their guard, the brothers protecting Cloud as always, but Aerith held a hand to her side to ease them. “Stop.”
The creature leaned away from her touch as she stepped forward.
“This child's a friend.” She delicately reached to place her hand on its head, and it eventually accepted her touch, the slighted sparkles of healing magic twinkling from her hand before she backed away.
“What… is it?” Tifa questioned once it calmed down.
“A fascinating question.”
Most of them stepped back, but the boys and Aerith stayed still.
“Did it just talk?!”
It sat down, its tail flicking the small flame casually. “You asked what 'it' is. I am that which you see before you. Nothing more.” Its gaze turned stern to each one of them. “I'd appreciate it if we simply left it at that. Agreed?”
“Is that… a thirteen…?” Yazoo observed, reading the tattoo on the creature’s front leg: XIII.
“‘Red Thirteen.’ The designation given to me by Hojo.”
Tifa perked up ever so slightly. “Then...you must have another name. What is it?”
Red glanced down and away in reservation, like a child refusing to tell the truth.
“We should focus on getting out of here,” Cloud called them back on track before glancing at the creature. “Do you want to come with us?”
“Anything is better than this lab,” He affirmed.
“Then watch our backs.” Cloud stepped forward before he suddenly winced, clenching Kadaj close as weakness and headaches suddenly claimed him. The boy reacted to the same invisible force at the exact same time, grabbing the blond with all the strength in his damaged body.
Aerith recognized the signs as Tifa yelled their names, quickly approaching and trying to take Kadaj out of Cloud's arms. But neither one of them acknowledged or noticed her, their vision trapped between flashes and echos. The boy was trapped in the SOLDIER’s hold.
“What's happening?!” Barret questioned as Cloud walked forward, two mako blue eyes flicking between the floor and the cylindrical elevator.
“Brother!”
“Cloud!”
The resonating heartbeat and biting pain in their minds imprisoned them from their allies.
Mother. I have come for you.
Both Cloud and Kadaj forced their eyes forward. They knew that voice well. All too well.
Mother. Together we can reclaim our world.
“Je…no…” Cloud didn’t notice the sounds leaving his lips. He kept stumbling. Kept reaching despite the boy’s similar groans of pain.
Mother. They’re here again.
“Oh… Ah…” Stepping closer and closer to the source as the voice only grew louder and louder, each impact of his feet were silent within the cacophony of their minds.
Only when they reached the elevator did the voice and chaos silence, but the heartbeat remained. Cloud carefully released one hand while keeping Kadaj balanced as he reached out to touch the elevator door.
Then it happened.
First the massive heart, veins and arteries connected with seals in a fruitless effort to resurrect the creature. Air bubbles emptying from the tank where the female-like body stood, a machined helmet attached to dozens of wires suspending the body upright. Their vision settled on exactly their heights, the legs and markings of the body claiming their sight completely.
Both spoke one word in sync before collapsing to the ground.
“Mo…ther…”
A chorus of ‘Cloud’ and ‘Brother’ went unheard as the party ran after the two. Thankfully, even in Cloud’s weakened and mindless state, he protected the boy, Kadaj’s unconscious body landing protectively into Cloud’s instead of crashing into the ground.
“What the hell just happened?!”
“We have to get them out of here,” Aerith avoided Barret’s question.
“I can carry the blond,” Red stated as he approached around the bodies, sitting above their heads and refusing to move forward without permission.
Tifa tried to wake Cloud with soft shakes of his body, but nothing happened.
“I'll get the kid.” Barret kneeled down next to them.
Finding that more people crowding around them was invasive rather than helpful, the two boys tested the new elevator. And once again, nothing happened. No indication. No click. No movement.
“We’re trapped…”
“It may seem that way, yes.” The sudden voice over the speakers claimed their full attention, everyone ready to fight.
Hojo.
The meeting was over. They ran out of time.
“Ah, every one of my prized specimens appears at my door as I’m stuck explaining drivel to a bunch of neanderthals. Well at least you’re all here now.”
“Yeah! And we ain’t going down without a fight!” Barret cocked his weapon.
“Relax. With the state of the Sephiroth Remnant and your blond friend, I don’t believe combat is your best option right now.”
Sephiroth Remnant?
All eyes landed on the two boys. They stared back, eyes wide, imaginary silver tails fluffed beyond comprehension.
“If you would kindly leave through the elevator you came, you will be escorted by a sufficient force to your cell to rest. I’m sure you’ll be familiar with it, won’t you, Aerith?”
She glared hard at the speakers before armored robots suddenly surrounded them, weapons lowered but prepared for resistance. Could they fight with Kadaj and Cloud out of commission? Absolutely. Would they risk harming the two by trying, trapped with no escape inside this lab? Absolutely not.
The group surrendered, and the robotic security force allowed them to lift their fainted comrades and carry the two through the halls of the lab. Only once did they pass Professor Hojo, who only muttered excitedly at all the new experiments possible with all these new specimens in his custody, a victorious grin never leaving his face.
But first, he needed to check on his initial experiment. The captured remnant’s reaction completely surprised him, lining up with none of the hypotheses he developed before injection. The scientist made his way up the elevator and surveyed the damage within the chamber. Minimal. Only a broken window and lock. Nothing that would take too long to fix. However, the opened chamber held far more interest to him as he adjusted his black glasses for a clear view.
The puddle of the purple ooze was singed, its surface cooked to a blue in perfect ripples, as if water frozen in time during a storm.
Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating.
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To be continued...
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Author’s note: Well, I meant to jump back to Strife’s perspective at the end but Hojo had other plans! Strife’s new Shinra adventure will have to wait, and a certain someone is waiting in the dark. That’s all I’ll give you for now.
I will warn you though: This fic only has a few chapters left before it must go on hiatus. Since this is Remake’s continuity, and Rebirth is so close, it might be the best option to wait. We’ll see. And of course I’ll keep you posted.
#ffvii#final fantasy vii#ff7#final fantasy 7#cloud strife#tifa lockhart#aerith gainsborough#ff7 advent children#kadaj ff7#loz ff7#yazoo ff7#ffvii hojo#barret wallace#red xiii
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Ostrava Ch R2: Damir Dzumhur [1] def. Peter Benjamin Privara [WC] 6-2, 6-3 Match Stats
📸 ATP official website
Dzumhur appeared solid in the moments that mattered the most, as seen in the service games he broke in both sets thanks to his well-anticipated aggression, added with some depths in between. Even though Privara had a handful of chances, especially as he tried to break Dzumhur through his powerful forehands in the second set, the first seed maintained his chances by converting 75% of his 4 break points even if Privara had 7 break points between the two sets.
Furthermore, Dzumhur also had more solid service games as he relied on his experience navigating some earlier problems. In this case, even if Dzumhur was unable to score an ace than Privara's 2, Dzumhur still stood out in his first serves as he won 73% of his first serve points, 7% more than Privara. On the other hand, Privara risked a lot of his second serves as he double-faulted 5 times, thus fading his second serve winning percentage 20% behind Dzumhur at 30%.
In tomorrow's quarterfinals, Dzumhur will face Enrico Dalla Valle, who asserted his revenge from his loss in Chennai Challenger two months ago to defeat Chun-Hsin Tseng 6-3, 6-1 in the second round. This could be an intriguing test of pacing and point construction, where the execution then mattered for them to stay alive in this match. Should be one of the fun matches tomorrow!
#atp world tour#atp tour#atp challenger#atp challenger tour#tennis updates#match stats#ostrava challenger#ostra group open 2024 by purposia#damir dzumhur#peter benjamin privara#WatchChallengersFolks#ChallengerMatters
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New chapters up!
Confidence time aaaaand GO!
Chapters 5 & 6 are posted for AU FF7-fic Re:Memories of Fate!
Since ch 5 was a shorty, I decided to also post chapter 6. Ch 5 is a Tseng pov, and ch 6 is a little fluff between OC Lena and Aerith (also get a peek into Lena's past some).
We love worldbuilding -crawls back under rock- Updates biweekly!
#ao3 fanfic#final fantasy 7 fanfic#ff7 fanfic#fanfiction#ffvii au#ao3 writer#ao3#fanfic#fanfic writing#ao3 link#original female character#archive of our own
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Does one of the challenges from @overchers ring a bell?
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Tseng hasn’t been to a drive-in since their spring break when their love burned hot and fast like a gasoline fire. He leans the seat back as the movie starts, catching the lingering scent from their last tryst in his backseat.
As his hand moves lower and underneath his waistline, he’s thankful for the tinted windows and loud explosions as the movie starts with a literal bang.
He remembers her soft brown hair, the heat from her breath, her half-lidded emerald eyes.
And she always smelled like flowers.
He grips himself harder, thinking of her lips.
“You feel like summer."
#a: absolutehysteria#ch: tseng#ch: aerith gainsborough#r: aerith + tseng#t: tseng + aerith#f: drabble#f: smut#insp: generator
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It’s been a rough near two months since Bash told her about Bodhi finding out, about her and about them. While the woman promised to let their son come to her when he was ready, it was agonizing to do so. Yet Lorelai, the perfect woman that she is, helped make things a little better. A factor that she cherished deeply. With the two planning to meet up at the festival, she smiled once she saw her and quickly made her way to her. Linking arms with her best friend with a happy sigh. Okay, maybe she was already slightly tipsy... And maybe she’s already taken some gummies. While she adored Cam, jazz was not her thing and she needed something to help keep her distracted from it. “I saw your little lamb. You forgot to mention how even more adorable he’s gotten since we last were all together,” she teased with a slight slur, bumping her hip against Lorelai’s. “Think he’d love to join us later tonight back home? I miss the old days...”
CLOSED STARTER: jazz and art festival // @lorelai-tseng
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Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Remake (Video Game 2020), Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Reno/OC, Rude/OC, Elena/Tseng (Compilation of FFVII), Cloud Strife/Tifa Lockhart
Characters: Reno (Compilation of FFVII), Rude (Compilation of FFVII), Tseng (Compilation of FFVII), Rufus Shinra, Elena (Compilation of FFVII), Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart, The Turks (Compilation of FFVII)
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Trauma, Violence, Death, Mild Sexual Content, Healing, Psychological Trauma, Scars, Blood
Summary:
A new face stumbles on ShinRa's doorstep to warn the company about a new threat. Reno and Rude take the potential new recruit under their wings and show him what the Turks are about. This new threat is big enough to get a few former Avalanche members involved.
#Ch 9 is up!#Honey & Whiskey#honey and whiskey#final fantasy#ff7#Reno of the turks#rude of the turks#Tseng of the turks#fanfiction#the turks
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𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 & 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚂 :// 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸 𝚃𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶
like being turned inside out, folded into squares, stomped into nothing. like choking on blood and spitting out tears. don’t let them see you cry. and he wouldn’t. swallow it down, boy. keep it together, man — you’re the leader now. you give the direction. you say jump, they say how high. no one else to look to now except yourself, and you had better do just that. stare in the mirror and dissect the man you see staring back with those electric eyes — get to the bottom of it so that you can be born anew. fresh and without fear or regrets. would it be that easy though? 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙸𝚃 𝙱𝙴? to accept his death as if it were just another mission accomplished? to take on the mantle and lead as if it had always been that way? the idea of a promotion had always been desirable, but he hadn’t taken into consideration that only tseng’s death would make that possible. 𝙾𝙷, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙻 & 𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙴. his throat tightens, a wheeze nearly escaping from within strangled cords, though he holds himself together and clears his throat instead. asked to speak & say a few words about the deceased, though he politely ( 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 ) declines with the wave of his hand & the nod of his head. reno having nothing to say for once in his life? unheard of —- concerning. the service is over and he retreats to the office where they all shared company many times prior.
slender fingers trace the patterns of the desk where tseng had scribbled away for hours on end while reno sat in the comfortable silence, chancing glances at his superior every so often. perhaps if he had returned the glance, he would have seen the small smile against the red head’s face. the memory of such nights brought that same smile to the surface as finger tips dance from the corners & to the pen still placed meticulously beside an untouched stack of papers. he reaches out —- the pen is in his palm, fisted & being gripped with such force, it’s a miracle it doesn’t shatter. 𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿 𝙸𝚃. blunt fingernails dig into soft skin as he clenches his fist even tighter —- an effort to fight back the tears that threaten to climb the breach of his lid. but it fails when he chances an opportunity to open his mouth, one cracked name falling from his lips & into the still & now uncomfortable silence of the room,
“𝚃𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶.”
it feels like an echo in his head when there’s no response given. he glances at the empty chair, wishing with everything he could see that raised brow once more; that bored stare as tseng waited for reno to say whatever stupid thing he was ready to say. if it meant he would materialize out of thin air and back into his chair behind that stupid desk where he belonged, reno would have shouted to the heavens. he would have begged, demanded, screamed —- he didn’t care. but time could not be rewound, and death was unable to be undone. he had to assume the role; assume the position and be the best damn leader he could be.
#𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚂 ➟ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆#ch.#( well .... here's this )#tw death#( missionheartcd inspired me#with their sad as shit tseng dying hc post#hmmmMMM )
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Rufus didn't want Bodyguard to go with him but Tseng worried about a president so Tseng compeled Rufus that he must have Bodygaurd go along with him
Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth : TsengRu? somerecap
"Tseng & Rufus part 1
TsengRu part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4
Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth
Index gifs // Trailer recap // Rufus's Story recap 1 //2 // 3
Rufus Pic recap 1 // 2 // 3 // 4
Others Tseng&Rufus , Hojo&Darkstar
[RUFUS RECAP] Other links
Ch.4 part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 //10 // 11
Ch.6 part 12 // 13
Ch.8+9 part 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // 18 // 22
Ch.10+11 part 19 // 20 // 21 / 23 // 24 // 25 // 26
Ch.12+13+14 part 27 // 28 // 29 // 30 // 31
Etc. : 32 // 33 // 34 // 35 // 36
#Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth#ff7 rebirth#ffvii rebirth#ff7 remake#ff7r#final fantasy vii#final fantasy 7#ffvii#Final Fantasy#Final Fantasy series#ff#ff series#ff gifs#ff recap#rufus shinra#rufus#rufus gifs#tseng#tsengru#rutseng#tseng of the turks#tseng ff7#tseng & rufus#tseng x rufus#gifs#games#ff pic#games recap
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canon aerith basically just throws pies in the turks’ faces and they’re like ‘wow what a lovable scamp. we’ll never catch her alive!’ like the turks are just clowns in canon, aerith is a clown, sector 5 is a fuckin circus and nobodys trauma or war crimes are taken seriously
meanwhile in reality if the game took their relationship and the turks’ powersets seriously they would pose a real threat to aerith’s life and autonomy and she would be so scared of them and even tho she would be friendly and silly around them---she would have to be genuinely clever and LUCKY AS HELL to get away from them. and yeah, she’d still be quippy. but only as a means of distraction and bc she Cannot Stop Talking to herself when she’s anxious or cornered. and she probably knows she’s doomed anyway because she’s under constant survellaince and they’ll take her down One Of These Days, literally any day they want to when they start taking their particular mission to catch her seriously. but that just makes her more scared and makes her want to act out and act like a clown even more lol
#this hc is brought to you by aerith's wiki page saying that tseng considers aerith a FRIEND? broe no lol#{ hc: prick your hand against the rose's thorn ; sleep sweetly after prayer with nature's kiss | aerith }#{ ch: prick your hand against the rose's thorn ; sleep sweetly after prayer with nature's kiss | aerith }#{ fandom: angels in flight | ff7 }#i cant get over how the turks are comedic relief when broe in real life theyd be so terrifying#this is funny!!!! u think this is a game!!!! (it is a game its called ff7 but its fucked up lol)
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