Faith v. 3.0 (Cloti Club)

[Marle]

Wow. Some strong reactions thurr.

Actually, a 'pinker's' (if pinker is equivalent to tanas) version would probably have Cloud rejecting Tifa for spirit Aerith full out while she runs after him, her sagging milk bags bouncing with her.

:T

I wrote that a long time ago, like I said. It isn't actually supposed to be all 'anti Cloti' at all and bro, I AM A FREAKING CLOTI SHIPPER HOLY SHIT. I thought this was obvious by now.

I just wanted to write something where Tifa left because, honestly, sometimes I wish she did. The way Cloud treated her during the time of AC was miserable and it pissed me off at the time that he couldn't register her value. Also, DO keep in mind I wrote that before I watched ACC.

I thought the ending showed that Cloud did come back to stop her after he realized how much she meant to him. Only, she'd had enough and left. I also believe I made it clear it made him miserable,more so than anything else, and the idea behind the story is that, on the same day each year, Cloud relives his worst memory, that being Tifa leaving.

Ya know what, hate on it all you like. One thing I love about CloTi is that you can write so many different aspects of their relationship which is why they're so fucking fun to write and have me interested so much. If all I could do was write happy, fluffy romance with the two of them, I'd probably never write them at all.



Also, a key difference between me posting a cloti fic like that and you posting an anti clerith fic like that, is that you genuinely dislike the clerith pairing, fanon or not. I actually like cloti, ship it and believe it's canon. So go ahead, report me. I don't fucking care.

 

[Tina Armstrong]

I DEMAND CLOTI SEXFIC NAO

 

[Fairheartstrife]

I DEMAND CLOTI SEXFIC NAO

Go read most anything in my faves ^^ LMAO

 

[Alessa Gillespie]

this is terrible and no one should read it

Spoiler: cloti pornfic i wrote for crack, Nibble

Tifa opened her eyes to the morning, stretching and yawning. Again, Cloud was nowhere to be seen, but that was typical of him. She would always wake up and he would have run off to Icicle or Junon or even Rocket Town and she would have to open up the small restaurant she ran out of Seventh Heaven. Which was fine, she thought, though it got a little bit lonely all by herself. She hopped out of bed to put her clothes on, though she couldn’t find her normal black outfit. Perhaps a good shower would wake her up enough to start looking for it. She walked out her room and down the hall, opening the door to the bathroom. She nearly jumped when she saw that the man she was living with was standing by the mirror in a towel. The brunette was sure she had already left…

Cloud, however, did jump when he saw Tifa in the reflection of the mirror. “T-tifa, I didn’t realize you were already awake, s-sorry,”

Tifa shook her head and smiled, “No, I’m glad to see you. It’s rare unless you come to bed with me. But anyways, finish with your hair so I can shower,”

“Does it bother you if I’m here?” He asked, watching as he spiked his hair and avoiding Tifa’s eyes. Which may as well have been good, as she was suddenly a rather vivid shade of red.

“Y-you know that isn’t what I meant, Cloud! I-I just prefer to get myself clean privately,” She told him, sneaking behind him and flicking one of his spikes down. The blond grumbled in disappointment and started to restyle his hair again.

“You’re going to pay for that,” He said, turning her around and gripping her tightly around the waist. She squeaked, pushing away, but only vaguely dismayed by Cloud’s touch.

“Put me down, I want to get clean,” She mumbled to him, closing her eyes. At least when he was around, she could genuinely say she felt more at peace when he was out running around. She finally snapped out of her daydreaming when she was set onto something uncomfortably cold and wet. “W-what the hell? Ugh, why did you set me down in the shower?”

“You said you wanted to get clean. You’ll get clean in here, right?” He gave her a mischievous smirk, and she glared at him. Tifa slipped her thumb under her waistbands and tossed her pajamas and panties at him. She gave him the same smirk.

Then she said, “If I have to get clean, you’d better wash that filthy mind of yours.” She pulled him back into the shower by his wrist with a smile. He didn’t even try to resist, despite his mumbling about needing to fix his hair.

The first thing that came off was his towel. He really should have put clothes on beforehand, because that made this sort of thing more fun. But she grabbed it and threw it outside of the shower, while Cloud pulled her shirt off and pinched her bra open, her breasts falling out of their confinement quickly. He kissed her, rather quickly and sloppily, the brunette shrugging her bra off and tossing it into a corner with her other clothes.

“Lock the door?” He asked, already becoming hard as far as she could tell. She shook her head and he frowned miserably. The blond walked out of the shower and tied the towel around his waist, his vague arousal fading. He locked the door and turned around, practically pouncing on Tifa as he pinned her to the wall. She chuckled at him until he lowered his head.

The woman glared at him muttering, “You’d better not do what I t-aaaaah…” He nibbled lightly on the skin of her neck, making her groan in surprise and happiness. Damn him for knowing what turned her on. The good thing was that she could do the same thing to him. Grabbing his head forcefully, she pulled his lips up to hers, sucking and kissing until he opened his mouth to taste hers. She chortled slightly, letting him lick and taste her mouth hungrily. When he least expected it, she grabbed the back of his head and began to control the kiss. He let out a small yelp of dismay, though she knew he loved it when she did stuff like that. She smirked against his lips, nuzzling her nose into his cheek.

“T-Tifa, stop,” Cloud mumbled, pulling away from the kiss which had left him rather dizzy. He wasn’t sure why he even asked, since this was the most fun he’d had in quite a while. But she pulled away, frowning and looking into his blue eyes.

“You sure? Feeling okay?” She asked, a tiny glint in her eyes as she asked. A little bit of blood rose in Cloud’s face as she asked, she was quite certain where the rest of his blood supply was going.

“If you mess with me, I’ll do the same to you,” He said, pressing her into the wall behind them. He flicked at one of her nipples carelessly, hands travelling down her body as she sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist. He slipped his hand between the brunette’s legs, dampening his fingers with her own wetness, reaching up and stroking her clit underneath his thumb. She gasped when he touched it, though it quickly died into a moan. She latched onto his collar bone with a light bite, Cloud’s body tensing as she did it.

Tifa was quickly picked up, held against the shower wall by Cloud’s strength alone, his fingers leaving her clit for the actual source of arousal. He slipped his fingers inside of her, Tifa sucking in short breaths as he pressed that mythical button of pleasure, the G-spot. His thumb went back to pressing against her clit, and it was too much for her to handle, coming quickly at least partially from the lack of stimulation she’d been getting prior.

This wasn’t the end, however, certainly not. He let her come down from the shower, at least enough so that he could penetrate her. Cloud slid into her with ease, and she could feel him sucking in his breath as he entered. She began pressing against him, grinding against him in the same rhythm and tempo as he was going. It felt like electricity was building in her spine, Cloud continuing to hit that magical spot in her, driving her mad. Finally, the world went blank to her, all she could feel was the intense pleasure of being with Cloud, in that particular moment. “T-Tifa, I’m going to…” He mumbled to her, though his voice seemed extremely distant in the moments that she was experiencing. When she finally came back down to earth, it was over, and they were both laying, exhausted on the floor of their shower.

“Well, then. I guess we should take a shower.”

 

[Tina Armstrong]

Spoiler: Fanarts

 

[Celes Chere]

You know... I liked Ava's fic because it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. It makes things more interesting. No one wants to read an ALL fluff story - okay well maybe I do, but the point is it's nice to have some tension.

 

[Random Nobody]

I mean it. I am more certain than a pregnant woman on the Maury Show. It's one of the best fanfictions I have ever read


provided that i've read about four

 

[Vendel]

Also, a key difference between me posting a cloti fic like that and you posting an anti clerith fic like that, is that you genuinely dislike the clerith pairing, fanon or not. I actually like cloti, ship it and believe it's canon. So go ahead, report me. I don't fucking care.

So even though you admit it's an anti-cloti fic, it's okay for you to post it the C/T club because you have a black friend like cloti?

 

[Vivi]

Yeah....I'm going to jump on the 'there's no problem here' bandwagon. Just because it wasn't fluff doesn't mean that it's Cloti-bashing.

 

[Tifabelle]

Well a fic that is pro-Cloti wouldn't necessarily have them splitting up without resolution. I wouldn't go so far as to call it cloti-bashing though. Although I liked it so idk.

Vendel stop being a jerk. it's not a big deal. It was a really well-written fic.

 

[Random Nobody]

There is only room for one jerk here, Vendel. Either we will have to kill each other, or one of us will have to lose weight.

And I'm all out of salads.

 

[Fairheartstrife]

So even though you admit it's an anti-cloti fic, it's okay for you to post it the C/T club because you have a black friend like cloti?

No, the reason she can post it here is that Cloti fans, in general, aren't complete pussy whine-asses about it.

 

[Marle]

So even though you admit it's an anti-cloti fic, it's okay for you to post it the C/T club because you have a black friend like cloti?

I thought up of about a million nasty things to say to this. About a million ways of firing back and go out guns blazing. But I'll settle for this:

If you hate it so much and really, truly believe that I was bashing cloti when I posted that one-shot,
REPORT IT.

That is all.

P.S: Thanks to everyone who commented for me. I really, truly love you guys <3 ;O; *hugs*

 

[null]

Noooooooooooooo just shoot it out

I love it when this place turns into a Saint's Row 3 trailer

 

[Tennyo]

lulz Oh null, I <3 you. :pinkhandmon:

My two cents, though, is that I'm much more a fan of good fiction than sappy over-the-top-fluff that makes me feel awkward when I read it.

For me, the fic was the former rather than the latter.

 

[Tifabelle]

I despise fluff, but I do like a happy ending. I'm an angst whore.

 

[Tennyo]

I like fluff well enough, but it needs to be balanced out.

 

[null]

Oooooh I find fluff and non-fluff both absolutely fabulous :pinkhandmon:

 

[Tifabelle]

my preferred style: angst, angst, angst, FIO sex, happy ending.

of course, I enjoy lots of different things, but that seems to be my favorite formula.

 

[Random Nobody]

What in the name of the holy ascended Buddha is that pink abomination?

 

[null]

What in the name of the holy ascended Buddha is that pink abomination?

Why this is pinkhandmon, dahling :pinkhandmon:

Who are you, Inara Serra's house mistress?

 

[Random Nobody]

Why this is pinkhandmon, dahling :pinkhandmon:

Who are you, Inara Serra's house mistress?

I only turn tricks for rich bitches. I do not know what this "Serra" is, but it sounds cheap.

 

[Tennyo]

Everything is pinkhandmon and nothing hurts.

Spoiler: Here's some Cloti

 

[Master Bates]

In my search for more information on FFT AND Tifa fanarts --- after clicking endless links and links and links --- I have stumbled upon this neat piece of fanfic that I thought I'd share. Don't know how exactly I arrived at the fanfic page though.

Not really fluffy, nor angsty, nor happy, nor sexy. Just... short and pretty neatly written, I think. But please do bear in mind I don't read too many fanfics so I don't have sufficient idea of what's a "good fic" and a "bad fic". About Cloud's POV on Tifa's hands.

Spoiler

Her Hands

She'd never had beautifully smooth hands, nor did she ever possess perfectly manicured nails. Long nails were bothersome when she was a child practicing piano, and long nails were bothersome when she was an adult curling her slender fingers into fists. Long nails would only hurt herself. After all, the harder she hit, the deeper they would dig into her skin. No, hers had always been short.

Her hands were never soft and smooth. Rather, her knuckles were decorated with scars that never healed simply because the next fight only served to crack the skin further. In more than one place, wounds from sharp objects had sliced through her gloves to leave lasting impressions upon the backs of her hands.

Her palms did not have feminine grace, but were marked with calluses along the base of each finger. They were rough since she rarely used any moisturizer. Having slick skin made it difficult to hold a proper fist.

Yet, as the tips of his fingers gently traced the contours of her hands, he found that it was this same pair of hands that he first witnessed the true meaning of gentleness. It was this pair of hands that had cared for the children so lovingly. It was this pair of hands that refused to let go of his own in the Lifestream. It was this pair of hands that sent thrills through his body when they made contact with his. It was this pair of hands that belonged to the woman he loved.

Yes, her hands were beaten and cracked, but that was sign of her durability, her steadfastness. They would never pass as beautiful hands, but in his eyes, they were the most meaningful. Her hands held his very existence within them, and he could think of no better place he would rather have his all than in hers.

Ciao~

 

[Tennyo]

CLICK: http://amandaisrandom.tumblr.com/post/11718997060/thebeastinsidemybreast-3-o

Also, Master, that hands short fic is beautiful. <3