Tifa Lockhart - Blog Posts
☆ bandages and kisses
cloud strife x male reader [he / him]
sypnosis: [name] ends up bandaging cloud up after one of cloud's comissions. cloud finds himself opening up to [name] and confessing. (meant to be viewed as romantic.)
the lowercase is intentional !
- warning: cuts, bruises and blood mentioned.
"you've got to stop doing this to yourself, cloud." [name] sighed, shaking his head as he continued to wrap bandages around cloud's arm. "like, seriously. remind me how many times i've patched you up this month?"
cloud looked away, frowning a little. he didn't want to admit the amount, it was definitely too much to count. it was definitely way too much for a normal person to be bandaged up. but, of course, cloud wasn't a normal person. he was a merc, an ex-soldier carrying a bunch of burdens on his shoulders.
"..too many times." cloud mumbled, finally accepting defeat after being called out. "i'm sorry." well, that was a first. [name] had never heard cloud apologise before, so this was definitely a first for him. "i know i should take it easy, but i can't. i have a duty to fulfill, even if that means i injure myself badly because people don't know how to fight properly.."
[name] just hummed, tying up the bandage that he finished wrapping on cloud's arm. "i get it. you're strong and you want to flaunt it around by having scars." [name] teased, chuckling a little. this made cloud huff, he didn't appreciate this 'joke' [name] made.
"you have any more cuts or bruises i should check out?" [name] asks, removing his hand from cloud's arm and looking at him with a face of concern. cloud nods in response. "yeah, my chest has a few i think." he says. [name] smirked back. "pull your top off then. i can't help you if your shirt is still on." he chuckled. cloud then pulled off his top, revealing an array of scars, bruises and freshly formed wounds on his skin.
[name] whistled as he saw cloud's bare chest. it was toned and glistening in the light, a truly pretty sight to see. [name] couldn't believe he was so lucky to see this sight. he didn't think cloud was going to take his top off so quickly without a rebuttal.
"damn, you probably pick up a lot of ladies with a body like that." [name] joked. in all honestly he loved to tease cloud, it was so easy to get a reaction from the blonde. this time was no different, of course.
cloud's cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he looked away from [name]'s gaze. he couldn't stand the jokes [name] made. he didn't appreciate them one bit.
"i'm not even going to answer that." cloud muttered, his face still turned away from [name]. "just hurry up and clean my cuts. i'm getting cold." cloud sighed. it was true, he was getting cold. there were goosebumps forming on his arms and his hairs started to stand on end.
"okay, okay." [name] smiled, getting some alcohol wipes and grazing them over cloud's skin. luckily, the cuts cloud had on his chest weren't deep or that painful, so the cleaning process was quick and left cloud unharmed.
[name] continues cleaning up cloud's few cuts with some wipes before speaking up again. "i must say, you're complaining about being cold but your shirt has no sleeves anyway. how are you not cold all the time?" he asks, genuinely curious about how cloud was not cold in that tank top. if it was [name] wearing it during the winter, he'd definitely freeze to death. maybe it was because cloud was an 'ex-SOLDIER' or because of the whole mako thing. either way, [name] didn't get it.
"..what? not appreciative of my jokes today?" [name] cocked his head to the side, smirking slightly at cloud to get a rise out of him. "i mean, yeah, the ladies probably love the tank top and your bod and all, but i don't understand how you don't get cold wearing that." [name] simply stated, shrugging before continuing to clean cloud's wounds.
"i bet tifa loves all of it." [name] mumbled to himself with a smirk still playing on his face.
that's when cloud had enough of [name]'s games. he was fed up by all of this talk about ladies.. and his body.. and now tifa.
"i don't want tifa to love my body, or whatever you're implying." cloud replied, sighing. he was growing more and more frustrated by [name]'s comments, but he couldn't grow too angry. [name] was patching him up and the one most dearest to cloud. "i want you to.." it slips out in a whisper, completely by accident.
[name] stops for a second. he didn't know if he heard correctly, so he just threw away the dirtied wipe into the nearby bin and he laughed.
"oh." [name] laughs, thinking it was cloud's turn in telling jokes. however, by the look on cloud's face (his blush, and eyes darting everywhere to not look at [name]) it was obvious the blonde was not joking.
"shit. you're being for real?" [name] asks, tilting his head and raising a brow at his friend. "i always assumed you were into tifa- i mean, you guys were always close back then and now you are.. i guess?" [name] sighed before speaking up again. "men are confusing." he says, as if he is not a man himself.
"i'm serious." cloud speaks up, a little flustered and embarrassed by this whole ordeal. he never expected that he'd fumble this bad and confess in the most stupid and unromantic way ever. "i want you to love my body.. not just my body though, that sounds weird." cloud's voice is quiet, and seemingly nervous. definitely a different and more vulnerable cloud than the one [name] was used to.
[name] hummed in response and he finally finished wiping down cloud's chest, putting a few plasters on the really bad areas. he then handed the blonde his tank top, watching him put it back on. [name] smiled a little at cloud before he spoke up.
"i do love your body.." [name] joked again, staring at cloud with a sickeningly sweet smile. "but i love all of you too." he admitted, taking one of cloud's gloved hands into his own. "i just thought you were into tifa." [name] repeats, shaking his head. "so i didn't say anything, just incase you did actually like her."
cloud was now totally flustered. even though [name] was holding his hand through a glove, cloud could feel everything about [name]'s hand. it was driving him crazy. in a good way, of course.
"i should probably stop mention tifa now.. you literally just said something and i just confessed so, this is not the right moment.." [name] muttered, laughing nervously as he met cloud's eyes. "but, i mean it. you know, the whole 'i love all of you' thing. seriously." [name] continued.
cloud nodded and he smiled back at [name], taking in a deep breath before he spoke himself. "thank you.." he says, feeling the need to say it. nobody had ever confessed to him before, so he didn't know what to say. sure, people flirted with him on the streets calling him a 'hot merc', but this was different. this was an actual confession. "i love all of you too.. i mean it." cloud whispers.
[name] grins even wider, if that was even possible. he then leans over and places a small kiss on cloud's forehead.
"i'm glad you feel the same way, then." [name] replied, stroking cloud's gloved hand. "we should probably go out some time, don't you think? we'd make an awesome couple." [name] smirked.
cloud laughed this time, looking at [name] with a slight tint of pink dusting his cheeks. "of course, i'd love to go out with you some time." cloud said, feeling the happiest he had ever felt in ages.
"next time i have to patch you up, i'm giving you lots of kisses. just a heads up." [name] hummed, kissing cloud's forehead yet again. "every cut or bruise you get is one kiss from me." [name] said before leaning down and kissing one of the cuts on cloud's arm.
"i guess i'll get some more bruises on my next comission then." cloud joked, loving the way [name] was making him feel right now. he felt so loved and happy in that moment, he never wanted it to end.
cloud was sure looking forward to the next time he'd get tended to by [name]. instead of them being friends, it'd now be a boyfriend treating his boyfriend with lots of kisses. cloud absolutely loved the idea of that.
☆ author's note: this took so long to write. i'll try get requests done but i have absolutely zero time management help me. i hope this is actually somewhat adequate.
☆ requests ▪︎ masterlist
started the original final fantasy seven. everyone is SO MISOGYNISTIC??? i said i was scared when i was going to fall off of a FREAKING MAKO REACTOR (#5, if it wasn't obvious) and barret told me to "stop crying like a girl" OH MY GOD?? YOU DO IT??!!! YOU HANG OFF THE EDGE AND DON'T BE SCARED??!!! WHAT.
also i HATE this weird tifa-aerith beef. i DEFINITELY prefer whatever they have going on in the remake continuity. please stop bullying each other. please stop asking if i'm dating one or the other. i don't even. care.
also cait sith in the honeybee inn?? was so funny. why was he there??
but also i LOVE all the details that are like, wow, this was a piece of the background. you made this a two hour gimmick. (this is about those fucking robot hands in sector six.)
HELP THEY'RE SO CUTE.
This joke could be told 500 times and it would never be enough for me
thinking about final fantasy vii dads today...
cloud and tifa have a weird thing going with their parents, where cloud lost his dad very young/didn't grow up with his dad, only living with claudia, and tifa has the exact opposite, where her mom died when she was young (leading to the og nibelheim incident /hj) and she grew up mostly with brian, until both claudia and brian died in the (second) nibelheim incident.
brian lockhart was obviously very protective of tifa, not wanting her to go up mount nibel in the first place with sephiroth, zack, and cloud to check on the reactor. then he died in front of her up in the reactor a week later...
while barret doesn't talk about his parents, he is a dad, and he sure has complicated feelings about that!! what with dyne being his best friend, and myrna not being able to be there with him, caring for marlene through all that loss must be crazy.
aerith's dad literally helped create sephiroth. professor gast was a craaazy dude lowkey. and he's so irrelevant in her life it kills me a little. i hope we see gast in pt. 3. and tell him his daughter is fuckin' dead.
nanaki has a weird thing with seto, too, where he believed him to be a coward, just to learn that in all actuallity, seto sacrificed the life he could have had with his wife and nanaki to protect cosmo canyon, so nanaki wouldn't feel the need to make a similiar, self-sacrificing choice.
yuffie and godo... her anger at him in the remake trilogy has me hooked. sonon seemed to think he was a great guy, and yuffie adamantly argued the opposite. i cannot WAIT to see him in pt. 3. i cannot wait to find out what is going on. she hates him so much right now, for the sake of her country.
does cid have a dad thing? ...i don't think so. neither does reeve/cait sith... well. i didn't forget them. they're mentioned.
vincent and grimoire... another thing i hope they explore in pt. 3... or in a DoC remake (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REMAKE IT.) the literal 4 minutes of grimoire screentime that explains absolutely nothing about their relationship, or grimoire's research, or... ANYTHING. i'm so. curious. he came in, flirted with lucrecia, and died. ARGH TELL ME MORE!!!
also, not a party member, but the whole "president shinra having multiple illegitimate sons" thing always makes me hate that guy a little more. lazard and evan i love you guys. rufus i love you too but your daddy issues are a different flavor.
are other people making "hopes and dreams in part 3" bingo boards?? i was thinking about it and made a list of like 30+ things to put on the board (a LOT of them are definitely only dreams and won't happen but i thought of them and want them to happen so...)
if other people are, or have ideas, pleeease let me know i'm so curious what other people expect or hope for from part 3
tifa and... um ... ignore that ... my wife and i are having a moment i love him
This is my first time ever selling my art at a con and I am so excited! If anyone is at Uchicon rn feel free to stop by and say hi >:3
Three... Guards?
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.
Inspired by this prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien .
Please Enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Punishment
This wasn’t part of the plan. This was one hundred thousand percent not part of the plan. They were supposed to use Mother’s cells and become Him. It was that simple. Basic. Elementary. And they almost had it. How did everything go wrong? Why was it so complicated?
If that stupid president didn’t make that shot. If Mother's box stayed intact. If they took a different turn and avoided the decommissioned mako reactor. If they didn’t slip off the ledge. If that black sheep of a big brother didn't gain the upper hand. If he managed to save them from falling into the remaining Lifestream. If that brother was successful.
If.
If.
If.
These scenarios wouldn’t help them now. They couldn’t waste time thinking about ‘possibilities’ when reality screamed in front of them.
Big Brother needed help. After submersion in the Lifestream, the three of them found themselves spit out somewhere in the wasteland surrounding Midgar. The entire city stood proudly, Shinra Tower and the Sector Seven plate unified and composed and supported. Like the city itself was reborn along the horizon. Whatever it was, it would be a long walk back. And was it just them, or did everything seem… bigger? Even the few cliffs and rogue plants in the ruined land seemed larger than before. They turned to each other for explanation and…
…What?
What?!
They looked like children, short and small! As old as the children they healed! What did the Lifestream do to them?! They understood some kind of retaliation was coming but why this.
Great. The oldest was about to cry again, completely panicked and losing his very loose grip on his emotions. The middle was far too calm, but even that facade started to crack when he noticed none of them had any weapons. The youngest, in all honesty, was ready to strangle every living thing, but that would have to come later, when they eventually made their way into the city. Making it across this worthless plain would be a lot harder as pint sized packages with no vehicles, but they didn’t find any other options. Was the Planet trying to ‘walk’ them to death?
Well, no. They quickly stumbled across a body, skin a soft green and birds picking at the rotting flesh. It must’ve been dead for at least a day. The man had black hair, a SOLDIER uniform, dozens of dried bullet wounds that vultures took full advantage of, and a solid blade of the sword Big Brother fought with. The same one they found, and kicked to the ground, when pursuing him. The eldest grew curious. Approaching without hesitation, he broke the grip of the corpse and lifted the blade, though holding it to attention forced his body to shake in struggle.
“Put it down,” The youngest spat. The older one dropped the sword immediately in surprise, the hunk of metal clattering and ringing as it fell. The birds scattered, flying nearby for the moment these children left.
“Don’t scare me like that!”
The youngest rolled his eyes and stayed silent, knowing that if he said a single word back, they'd all have to deal with his tears. They didn’t have time for that.
“Hey, Kadaj…?”
“What now?” The boy immediately turned to the other brother, annoyed and tired of all the weird stuff that kept happening today. A strong part increasingly frustrated at his failure to carry out Mother’s plan before suddenly appearing outside Midgar.
“Is that… Big Brother…?”
Kadaj’s face soured with confusion and he moved to observe the being. But his breath hitched the moment blonde spikey hair came into view. At the silent response, the eldest followed, eyes wide and completely lost upon seeing the man.
It was. It was him, his body leaning against the rocks and his head low. Like them, he wasn’t the same either. He was younger and clearly weaker to start. His skin was dangerously dry, his lips peeling around rapid shallow breaths, his eyes sunken and darkened. The middle child moved his arm and lifted his head in analysis.
“He seems dehydrated…” He stated simply, his voice naturally quiet and lulling as it had been before. “He might die out here…”
Kadaj stared at the unconscious body. All his questions about this punishment snapped into place, completing the puzzle with a single realization. Too much had already changed. They couldn’t risk any greater ‘butterfly effect’ without risking wherever Mother was. “Loz, pick him up. We’re taking him to Midgar.”
The eldest acted immediately. “I got it.”
“Do you think he knows where Mother is…?”
“No. But I think he’s our best chance at finding her. He always seems to be around- what are you doing?”
Loz managed to lift Big Brother’s arm over his shoulder, but the other half practically dragged through the dirt.
Kadaj glanced at the middle sibling. “Yazoo.”
He nodded, already adjusting to help.
“No, I got it,” Loz grumbled, turning the body just out of reach.
“You do not got it. Everything’s a mess.” He countered with a snip in his voice, approaching the blade. “I’ll grab his sword. Let’s go.”
Yazoo aided as much as he could with his slightly shorter height than his brother, balancing the blonde between them. Kadaj picked up the hilt, dragging the tip on the ground, not wasting energy trying to lift it or prevent the horrid wear on the blade itself. They needed water, food, probably gil, and any weapons they could get their hands on, if they wanted a chance at saving Big Brother.
It was a long way to Midgar.
* * *
The smell of garbage and rot under the plate always filled the air, smog skewing the natural light from the gaps within the structure. The dirt roads and barely functioning homes were just a part of life here. A roof was almost a luxury. Afterall, it wasn’t like they got any rain or snow here. Monsters within the dumps were usually problems, but communities set up watches and hunting sessions to protect the normal civilian life.Life was, to an extent, peaceful.
Besides the resistance the black haired woman housed under her bar, a bar she currently needed to stock.
Upper plate always had the best product anyway. This was routine by now. Every Monday and Thursday, she made her way to the train station, took it to Sector Zero, collected what she needed, and headed back. An ever mundane task compared to the actual looting of Shinra facilities her friends conducted at night, and housed spoils beneath her workplace.
Today, this simple life flipped on its head.
She dropped the empty box in her arms. There was no mistaking it. He changed. He grew, but he still kept his blonde hair spiky as a palm tree. He was taller, stronger by the shape of his muscles, clothed head to toe in SOLDIER fatigues, just as he promised all those years ago. His skin was pale, but he still had color in his face. His mako blue eyes were open but empty, lost, hollow. But it was still Cloud Strife in front of her, leaning against that platform.
But…who were the three boys with him?
All of their hair shined with perfect mercury. They couldn’t be older than ten, shorter in stature, but stronger than they seemed at first glance. One had long hair, one only had it to his shoulders, but the last, and the bulkiest, had his cut short and pushed up.
For a moment, she felt herself distracted from Cloud, when the smallest glared daggers directly into her eyes, mako blue inhuman needles staring straight into her soul.
He looked like Him. They all looked like Him.
They figured someone would come for Big Brother eventually, but he couldn’t be left alone. Nor would they let him be alone. Occasionally, he mumbled incomprehensibly, calling out to something or someone. They just ignored it. Yazoo acted caringly and offered bottled water directly to his chapped lips, but he always took too small a sip than he needed, if he drank any at all. Loz stayed close while surveying the people disembarking the trains, watching for someone to recognize their brother. Kadaj did the same with the crowd coming from the slums, which is how he alone found himself locked in a staring contest with one of their enemies.
He tensed his hand, ready to whip out the pocket knife he found in the rubble and garbage. “What do you want?”
The other two looked over immediately.
His voice cut her like a knife, the anger, almost malice behind her catching her off guard. Dark. Cruel. Burning. “I- I…” Her heart suddenly pounded in her chest, reacting to her memories and leaking panic slowly into her mind. For now it was just anxiety, but she felt it growing. She needed to protect Cloud. She needed him before she let this show. “Is- Is that Cloud?”
They nodded, still skeptical, still defending. Loz approached as well, blocking part of her view but observing carefully.
“H- How did you find him? Is he okay?”
“We found him unconscious in the planes beyond Midgar…” Yazoo explained, earning a soft glare from Kadaj. “It didn’t seem like he would make it, and well… we chose to bring him here…”
“I can help him,” She explained quickly as she took a step forward, but the two in front of her blocked her path. “I live nearby. I can take him from here and make him better.”
“You are not taking Big Brother!” Loz demanded, clenching his fists and standing at the ready.
Big Brother? Bewilderment claimed her expression. Cloud didn’t have any siblings. That didn’t make any sense. “What are you talking about?”
“Ti…fa…?”
Her breath hitched, and all of them snapped their eyes to the stirring blonde.
“T-Tifa…?” Cloud pushed himself to his feet too quickly, stumbling forward from the unbalanced blood rush. Yazoo grabbed his arm to stabilize him. Once on his feet, he didn't react to the boy at all. His blue eyes instantly glued to the black haired woman.
The two guarding boys parted and let Tifa run to Cloud.
“Cloud, it’s really you!” She was so happy she almost jumped into his arms, but he was a bit wobbly on his feet, his mind still partially dull with weak vertigo from his time in the wasteland.
His body nearly collapsed on her, and she found her arms wrapped around him in support rather than a hug. “S-Sorry…” His eyes blurred as he tried to lift himself back to his feet.
Did he really just apologize for fainting?
“I’m glad you’re okay…”
Tifa squeezed him softly before adjusting him over her shoulder. “Don’t be sorry. Come on. We’re going to my place, okay? I’ll patch you up there…”
He gave a reluctant, embarrassed nod. But he lost consciousness immediately after, the moment Tifa took her first step away from the track.
Now, all three boys blocked her path in a single impenetrable wall. A shaky and unnerved sigh that left her breath. She didn’t like them. She didn’t like the feeling in her gut or the memories they brought. But, they did save Cloud, and they clearly protected him from anything they could. Maybe that ‘big brother’ statement was just a story they fabricated to stay with him, especially since they look nothing like him. Maybe, since they brought him all the way to Midgar, they wanted to confirm that he was okay. She hoped they’d leave after that. She prayed.
“You guys too. Come on.”
All three remnants surrounded her and Cloud, the smaller two in front and the largest behind. They still acted like guards. But at least the long haired one picked up the box she completely forgot about as they headed for the bar in the Sector Seven slums.
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Thanks for reading!
To be continued…
Author's note: It's my first time writing the remnants! I've been wanting to for a while but I never knew how to apply their personalities to most situations. I also have a very nostalgic attachment to Advent Children (music, fight scenes, some of the voice acting) so I wanted to do this right, not just a joke and not where I need to fill in most of the world, at least to start. Thus: another adapted time travel AU.
This won't be too many chapters (I think) but I hope it's a good time. Thanks for reading!
Basically developing a fancast at this point but just with ff7 characters
That’s Tifa as Butch btw aerti for the win
Thanks for the support @a-view-without-light-pollution <3
It's a Winter wonderland. Come along and slide over~
Server related pieces. (Yohoho here's my promotional set for ~CostadelSolRP. )
on our way!!💚
it's already the 13th in japan, so... happy birthday Vincent Valentine!!! ⚰️❤️
I did this a couple months ago but I thought it would be fun to draw sora riku and kairi in cloud tifa and aerith’s dresses.
Sora in one of Cloud’s purple dresses
Riku in Tifa’s sporty dress
And kairi in aerith’s pink dress
Here all of them side by side
Bonus: soriku and cloti
wips/sketches. 2nd one was gonna be for day 5 of barret romancing week but i got to having to draw a machine gun and cried bc i cant do mech stuff to save my life
Endless Summer for ClotiZerithWeek 2024 ~ 📸💕🏖️
Random Tifa and Cloud doodles as kids
I headcannon a thing where Marl sent Tifa to a Christian all girls summer camp…
Final Fantasy 7 doodles! I’ve been losing motivation to fully illustrate some drawing but at least I got this done. Cloud is so awesome.
drawn by @masterqueef99 and hosted here permanently because discord's been really bad about keeping links up lately.
thank you for continuing to champion Snacking Rights
everyone should read the number i by @nautilusopus it's a very good fic where nothing bad happens ever, i promise
(i trip and these fall out of my pockets)
Fanart for The Number I.
This art has been posted on this blog in order to create a permanent link for it with full permission from its creator, @denebolaleo-ffwriter.
Thank you everyone for providing me with a steady stream of fucked-up Tifas.
Fanart for The Number I.
This art has been posted on this blog in order to create a permanent link for it with full permission from its creator, @denebolaleo-ffwriter.
Thank you everyone for providing me with a steady stream of fucked-up Tifas.
Fanart for The Number I.
This art has been posted on this blog in order to create a permanent link for it with full permission from its creator, @denebolaleo-ffwriter.
Thank you everyone for providing me with a steady stream of fucked-up Tifas.