#sefikura week 2019

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Sefikura Week Day 5: New Beginnings

The delivery guy that came so recommended rode in on a motorcycle. Not that Seph judged those types of things...it just didn’t seem like the type of vehicle that allowed him to carry a lot of packages. And Seph had several things he had ordered. 

“Just easier to see what’s around me,” the blonde delivery man said as Sephiroth signed, “not that I need to here...I didn’t even know this place was a farm. I thought it was all just wasteland.”

“I’m sure it isn’t any more,” Sephiroth agreed, “but maybe now that Midgar’s reactors are gone...it could be something else.” 

“Well good luck to you,” the delivery man said. He had been the only person to do so. The ShinRa’s laughed, despite quickly going bankrupt themselves. The few SOLDIERs left thought he was crazy. He would be much better suited to mercenary work.

He opened his package until he found one filled with seeds, fruits and veggies yes, but also some flowers and grasses as well. He didn’t know what once grew around here. 

“I just don’t want to destroy things anymore,” he told them. 

He was thankful after the first rain that he had only gotten to planting a few crops. Trying to find any ground that was fertile at all. The flash flood didn’t recede for days, but luckily his cabin was on higher ground. Probably why it had still been standing when he bought the place. 

“Wutai survives these,” he told his survivors, “they make...what did they call them, ‘floating gardens’ something like that. I doubt I can get a farmer to tell me how...but perhaps I can engineer something. 

He had mounds built when the delivery man came back, this time with pallets and planks of wood. 

“That dirt is just gonna wash away next time it rains,” he pointed out, “no matter how much wood you put around it. It’s too silty.” Sephiroth knew he was right. 

“I bet there might be something thicker if you dig deeper,” the delivery guy said, “there should be halfway decent farmland beneath the dusty crap...if the history books are right. And you’ve got a good water well...it’s not all lost...probably.”

“So long as they weren’t published by ShinRa,” Sephiroth said. 

“Maybe some pots to start with once you get some good soil,” the delivery man said, “Or a little garden bed. There’s nothing wrong with starting small.”

Sephiroth had to dig half a meter to find that soil, but find it he did. In patches. He also ordered some pots for his flowers, perhaps one for a tomato plant or to start a tree. 

The delivery man came quickly enough. He let Sephiroth sign before he noticed the garden bed. 

“That is atrocious,” he said. Not cruelly. Sephiroth knew he was correct. Then the delivery man went back to his bike and came back with a set of tools. 

“I couldn’t ask you for that,” Sephiroth said, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Cloud,” he said, “and I cannot leave you with this monstrosity.”

When he left, the garden bed was much neater and sturdier. Sephiroth felt confident in adding another two wheelbarrows of good soil to it before planting. 

There were green buds peeking out of his pots when his next packages came. Cloud seemed dubious as he watched Sephiroth untangle the wire from the fence he ordered. 

“I’m sure I can put it up, thank you,” Sephiroth said. 

“It will be faster with two,” Cloud said. 

“I’m sure you have other deliveries to manage,” Sephiroth said. 

“I had a sneaking suspicion I should make you my last stop,” Cloud said. It was faster with two. And Sephiroth got an idea on how to build this stupid fence. 

“The wolves don’t get too close,” he said, “but once I figure out how to fight the dust and the flooding I don’t want them here.” 

“That’s fair enough,” Cloud said, “they know there’s no food around here...yet.” Sephiroth smiled. 

“Where do you get your food?” Cloud said. 

“I have a lot of canned and preserved foods,” Sephiroth said, “and a sturdy freezer.” 

“Thank goodness,” Cloud said, “I was wondering I should be bringing you food too.”

He had a proper sprout when Cloud stopped by “just because” for the first time. He had brought beer and some sort of casserole. He didn’t ask why or for what reason, just sat and drank beer and regaled Sephiroth with delivery stories. 

It was a nice visit. 

“Good,” Cloud said, “I didn’t take you for a hermit anyway.”

He was mourning three of his potted plants that died. He just couldn’t figure out why. Angeal would be disappointed in him.

Cloud was delivering the composter that would be their temporary grave. 

“Might just be the climate,” he offered, “too hot for them, too cold for them. You got farther than I ever have.” 

“I also brought you these,” he said, handing over a handmade packet of seeds, “a friend of mine grows them not too far from here. Let’s see if you can to. They’re flowers, big beautiful flowers.”

“Thank you,” Sephiroth said feeling oddly touched. Cloud smiled at that, then lifted a pot of something. 

“I reversed engineered my mother’s stew,” Cloud said, “and brought enough to feed you for a week.” 

Sephiroth rather enjoyed that week too.

He was celebrating his tomatoes. They were alive and well, along with the lilies Cloud had gifted him. He might even be able to harvest some too. 

Cloud delivered a person instead. Sephiroth felt his blood drain. 

But instead of a hate fueled tirade, the wutainese princess fell to the ground laughing. 

“I really thought you were shitting me Cloud,” Yuffie said, “The Demon of Wutai...farming!” It took almost twenty minutes for her to stop giggling. 

She agreed to share some books about how the Wutai people conquered monsoon season. 

“My father is never going to believe this,” she said.

“How do you know her?” he asked Cloud. Cloud just shrugged. 

“I meet a lot of weird people,” he offered up. 

 He only realized after she had gone that she had swiped his only blooming lily pot. He figured he deserved it. Cloud brought it back the next day.

Cloud stopped one day, sitting on his bike and staring. He’d been coming and going for months...and just hadn’t seen the green seeping in. Part of him knew it was because Midgar wasn’t sucking the life out of the area, but part of him thought it might be from all the care Sephiroth had been pouring out here, for no other reason than because he could. 

“You’re getting grass,” Cloud said, when he heard the wood creaking on the porch, “never thought it would happen in my lifetime.” 

“And I’ve got tomatoes and potatoes,” Sephiroth said. He had a little bowl full of them. Cloud laughed when Sephiroth handed them over. 

“I’ve heard your first bit should be given away,” Sephiroth said, “I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to give them too.” Cloud tucked the bowl neatly in one of Fenrir’s compartments, writing a note to return it. 

“Hey...Seph?” he asked, “I know you’re a busy farmer and all...but would you want to...go for a ride with me?” Sephiroth was quiet for a long moment. 

“I actually would really love to,” Sephiroth said. 

Sephiroth felt the wind in his hair and Cloud’s shoulder under his cheek and wondered if this was what a fresh start was meant to be like. 

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Other fics I wrote in 2019 (all on AO3):

Marvel AU where Loki wants to hire the Winter Soldier to protect Asgard (Bucky/Loki)

A handful of shorts about Cloud’s journey and companions. (FFVII, Cloud/Tifa)

A series following Sephiroth and Genesis from the Crisis Core era to after the main game. (FFVII Genesis/Sephiroth)

A Crisis Core era AU with some fluffy Sefikura. (FFVII, Cloud/Sephiroth)

The one where Shinra sends an entire army to fight Sephiroth (FFVII Cloud/Sephiroth)

The one where an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. (FFVII Cloud/Sephiroth)

A ghost story I wrote for Sephiroth Week 2019. (FFVII Cloud/Sephiroth)

The one where Sephiroth comes back and he’s sane. (FFVII Cloud/Sephiroth)

The one where Cloud is a Turk. (FFVII Cloud/Sephiroth)

The in-progress epic I’m writing to fill the void left by the ending to Sen no Kiseki 3 (Trails of Cold Steel/Sen no Kiseki Crow/Rean)

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AO3 Author Tag Meme

I’ve used FFN since 2005 and still do, but lately it’s almost entirely to update 1 Naruto story that’s also cross-posted on AO3. For this, I’m using my newer, more frequently used AO3 account, which has the Naruto story and a handful of others.

AO3 Name: UmbreonLy [Umbreon if it was an adverb?] 

Fandoms & # of Fics: 4 Fandoms, 7 fics 

Naruto (link) 3

Haikyuu (link): 2

My Hero Academia (link): 1

Star Wars Sequel Trilogy (link): 1

Final Fantasy VII Remake (1 coming soon I swear to god) 

★・・・・・★・・・・・★・・・・・★・・・・・★・・・・・★

Fic you spent the most time on: Chasm (Naruto, Sakura-centric, pretty dark) has technically been going since 2015, though I didn’t post it till 2018! I started it as a oneshot for MadaSaku week 2015 and it became far too big, which is my most common fanfic problem. I adore it though.

Longest Fic: Chasm. 4 chapters and about 75k words. Chapter 5 is in progress and has about 2k. Chasm has always had very long chapters which I love, but the disgustingly slow updates are making me consider chapters in the 6-8k range instead of 11-14k.

Shortest Fic: Dragoneyes. About 5k. I saw a MadaTobi aesthetic/moodboard post with dragons in it, made by a total stranger, and decided to write fic about it, because I love those characters and I love dragons. It felt fun to write something random, unconnected, barely structured...made me feel like one of those peeps who write 500 word prompts on a whim. Even though it took two weeks. 

Most Hits: The Long Walk, about 7400 hits. Chapter 1 of an MHA fic I’ll never finish, where ABO is a worldwide epidemic that caused mass panic and destruction before people started to settle into the new ways. Pro hero and newly minted alpha Bakugou comes across quirkless(????) Izuku in a random danger zone, but quirkless Izuku acts deeply suspicious. Written because I hate PWP ABO, wanted to put a plot into that trope, and wanted a tense and evenly matched fight scene between an alpha and omega. The fic is mostly Bakugou and Midoriya stepping awkwardly around their bad past relationship and beating each other bloody with ABO trimmings, and I think people appreciate that mix. 

Most Kudos: The Long Walk again. Every day I check my email eagerly for chapter updates on stories I like, replies to reviews I’ve written, reviews/comments on my own stories, but three out of every four AO3 emails I get is a kudos alert for this story. 

Most Comment Threads: Probably Chasm. 

Fave Fic you wrote: I love Chasm...but Darcia (Haikyuu fantasy AU) makes me proud in a way that feels unique and so worthwhile. I rewrote this thing 8 or 9 times across 6 months, struggling, succeeding, failing, hating my work, actually crying at least once because I felt so inadequate...and at the end came away with Chapter 1 of a story that read like a crown jewel to me. It has JUST the vibe and words I wanted. It’s a piece where the struggle was actually worth it.  

Fic you want to write: Gonna write a FFVII Sefikura fanfic where legitimate SOLDIER Cloud Strife comes to Midgar and slowly, with trepidation and confusion, gets close to respected General Sephiroth, who, at the point of gaining Cloud’s trust and love, begins to drop larger and larger hints that he had evil machinations all along and will now possess and keep Cloud like a puppet. 

Share a bit of a WIP or share a story idea you’re planning:

Excerpt from wip possibly titled “Day of the Navigator” , a Haikyuu horror/space AU. Iwaizumi Hajime is an astronaut, or “navigator”, who was preparing to help evacuate Earth from incoming predatory aliens when the aliens came early. He is forced to flee Earth alone but is soon followed by a party of different aliens who bear a strong resemblance to the Seijoh team and alien Oikawa is going to break in and fuck him. 

Tried to write with a “distant, vague” POV because I thought it might help cover more events in less time/paragraphs. This was a good idea because at first this was a oneshot for IwaOi Horror Week. In October 2019. It’s still not done, goddamn me. I don’t love the writing of this scene but MEHH

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They stalked him.

He tracked them by their body heat and by the vibrations they emitted. They floated around the solar panels like eels through coral. Their claws tapped along the hull, their heads butted it. When they came too close or when a careful maneuver of the controls was possible, the navigator pushed back. With drills, hammers or projectiles, he punished them for their bullheaded pestering by mauling them.

Once their bodies were torn, they floated limply away—for a while. Even when he shot wires into their flesh and electrocuted them till their flesh started to cook, they returned. Once two of them drifted into range of extraneous thrusters that burned them till they cooked entirely. Their crisp bodies floated end-over-end into space. Two more of them whirled frantically about them as they floated away. 

Godspeed, cunts. Hope you die.

They never did.

Each part of the body crushed or torn returned, even if it took weeks. Even bodies ripped in half grew back or stitched together again. And after one period of many weeks, he could not put off a walk to the water filtration tank any longer.

He kissed Tory the tyrannosaurus and set him on an elliptical to wait for him. Iwaizumi would find him happily in the gym once he was done. He suited up for a spacewalk from the midpoint of the ship to the aft end. 

The airlock door opened. There was nothing around but a drifting comet in the far distance, silent and white. He was safely alone in the infinite dark.

The journey was quick, unfettered. Past the soldier-like battalions of solar panels, past the engine block and heavy storage armor. Three-quarters down the ship by the aft was the main water filter. Its panel came unlocked easily, dispensed easily, took a replacement receptor easily. From this view, the ship’s many dents and scars were visible. Nothing had ever come close to rupturing, but there were dozens of minor dents from impacts with debris and—and predators. His skin crawled under his suit.

A sudden alarm in the helmet told him to run for his life. The predators were coming.

Iwaizumi followed the route faster than ever before: hand over hand on the handholds, nearly requiring the air jets to realign himself when he missed one and nearly floated off. None of the creatures were in sight yet.

Take me to victory, Ushijima had said, so he did not stop.

Iwaizumi instead took himself off the usual route to a different airlock entrance than usual. It was closer, but with a longer code required for entry. While he punched digits into the panel, the alarm in his suit sounded quadruple signals of four unique heat signatures.

He foolishly spared a glanced up. One of them was crawling between the forest of solar panels above. Atop its head was brunette-colored hair. It was the outcast attacking first, pupils shrunk to nothing.  

The airlock opened and Iwaizumi pushed inside with a helpless cry that fogged his helmet.

Over his head there was metallic clattering and bumping as the being crawled down the hull to him—no, two of them did. One of them grabbed at his suit as the door automatically closed.

Iwaizumi’s mind quit all efforts, longed to faint. It left him to protocol instead of thought—he twisted in the thing’s grip, executed a lean maneuver to flip and kick the attacker in the chest. There was a harsh vibration pulsing into him like an indignant scream near his head. 

He rocketed into the airlock foyer, unable to breathe. He struck a wall. The door closed and sealed but he still wasn’t breathing.

Air was evacuating the suit through a horizontal tear in the arm. Pressure was returning to the chamber at the same time, beating on his ears and throat. Iwaizumi collapsed to the floor. The helmet fell off and hit the tiles with an undignified clank-clank-CLANK.

Outside the little window in the door, a man’s face looked in: the red-mouthed outcast, now with narrowed brown eyes and an open, conniving mouth with lips. It was a face he’d seen as a boy many a time when he had time for play, when he cared about sports. It was the face of a rotten bastard looking at him through a net, who’d almost seen a cheating plan to fruition. And it was the knowing smile of a man plotting. Finally the navigator, too, became knowing.

How foolish to label this one an inept outcast. How shortsighted, to not see that it danced with danger first and most often, received the most wounds and that it led its pack in these hunting parties in pursuit of him. It had followed him and brought the others to follow him. It knew how to smile. It was truly intelligent life, almost human in its persistence. Its humanity made the animal nearly able to capture and destroy him.

Take me to victory was such a fucking stupid thing to say when he had nearly been pulled away from his escape and into an open mouth. The smiling thing twitched its fingers by the round window to catch his attention. Its hand briefly seemed to be inside the glass.

Iwaizumi squinted his eyes and recognized that he was beginning to hallucinate, that his heartrate was lightning-fast and nauseating. His arms and legs shook so hard he could not control them. He gritted his teeth and tried to move them anyway, watched by the leader of the hunting pack. He rose by grabbing the nearby staircase railing and pulling forward. With it, he began a stiff, horrible walk up the short metal stair steps to the hall beyond.

The walk was short and then the railing was gone and then he could no longer stand. After turning the corner, he fell onto his knees. He sat just out of sight of that window, shaking for hours and then days.

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Sefikura Week 2019 | Day 2. Heat

Cloud supposed he should feel happier.

Shinra was no more because of him and his friends; he, Aerith and Zack had a business of their own, the Planet was slowly recovering and now… Sephiroth had turned up after disappearing to Gaia knows where. And Hel knows that he missed him every day after Nibelheim.

But as he stood there beside Aerith, taking in the situation before them, those initial sweet feelings of surprise faded into something else. An immense desire of ditching everything and going to Tifa’s bar to drink himself silly, a huge want of punching Sephiroth out of existence altogether.

A very large and still unanswered Where have you been, you fucking bastard?

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Sefikura Week 2019

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2B1SQVm

by Illusioneery (Arkee)

A little compilation for the Sefikura Week 2019 challenge. Sephiroth mysteriously vanishes during the Nibelheim incident, leaving Cloud to wonder what might have happened to him.

Words: 1480, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sephiroth, Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough, Zack Fair, The Entire AVALANCHE Really

Relationships: Sephiroth/Cloud Strife

Additional Tags: Vanishing On Your Boyfriend Only To Make Things Awkward By Reappearing Some Years Later - Freeform, There's just a bit of Coffee Shop AU, SefikuraWeek, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Untagged Background Relationships

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2B1SQVm

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Did you know the desktop has Sefikura Week 2019 prompts on the right side still?

I'm aware and deeply apologize for this issue. But as I've been mostly modding from the mobile version of the site since then and due to life circumstances, it completely slipped my mind that we even had the prompts on the side bar.

I'll see about updating it and the tags page, once I can set aside some time to go through it.

Again, I'm sorry for whatever inconvenience this may have caused and I wish you a great weekend.

— The Admin

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Sefikura Week Day 4: Unsafe Practices

Taken from This AU

Sephiroth tried, he really, really tried. He knew he was never going to be the level of cook that Cloud was. Cloud just had an innate sense of flavor. He knew what would be delicious, he always just knew. 

“It’s years of dealing with your palate,” Cloud teased him, “You’ve eaten literal shit before. I’ve figured out how to make a lot of things taste good.”

But as he stood before the charred carcass of his latest attempt at cooking...somehow Cloud’s teasing didn’t help. 

Nor did Cloud’s laughter.

“I think it’s done,” Cloud said, wiping tears from his eyes as the smoke alarms finally shut off. 

Sephiroth’s eye flicked up to the oven’s very high temperature. Then back down in horror to where Cloud was gently touching the top of his pie with his ungloved hand. 

“Not done,” Cloud declared, then he tapped the next one. 

“That’s done,” Cloud said and pulled it out. It smelled divine. Cloud went back to tossing the stir fry. Sephiroth hovered his hand over the pie crust. 

“Don’t touch that,” Cloud said, “it’s very hot.”

“You just touched it,” Sephiroth pointed out. Cloud held out his hand. 

“I’ve burned my fingers enough I hardly feel the pain anymore,” Cloud said. Sephiroth took the offered hand and inspected it. He kissed the burn-scarred fingertips gently. And Cloud smiled.

Sephiroth was careful as he sliced an onion. Cloud was slicing sedately beside him. But Cloud sedate was still faster than careful Seph. 

But not carefully enough. 

He pulled his hand away before blood even started to drip. 

“It’s alright,” Cloud says, “everyone is clumsy sometimes.” Cloud’s hand was quick and efficient in wrapping up his nicked finger. Cloud even put a kiss on it. 

“To make it feel better,” Cloud said. But Seph still felt a small well of shame as Cloud banished him to the other side of the counter. 

Then he watched in awe as Cloud started chopping at speed. 

“I could watch that all day,” Sephiroth said. Then made a face as Cloud popped a piece of raw onion in his mouth. 

Sephiroth blushed as the waiters quickly whipped up a table for him in the back of the kitchen. Cloud assured him the whole staff pretty much loved him. 

“They think you are absolutely adorable,” he said, “they ask about you every week. In fact this is their idea.” 

But Seph would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about how good Cloud was at his job. 

Cloud was insane. He never stopped doing two things at once. Sometimes it was three. Always moving, shouting, occasionally dancing. 

And then flavor would blossom in Sephiroth’s mouth as Cloud did his taste checks. He looked at Sephiroth for approval and Seph always nodded. Even when Cloud disagreed. 

“Needs more salt,” Cloud would say, or, “a bit more acid,” as he squeezed some lemon juice in. 

Plates filled with dainty bites of the specials Cloud was making were set before Sephiroth. Whenever something just made his mouth dance with joy Cloud was always watching him with that smile on his face. 

He had always assumed it was a bit haughty, like Cloud knew how good he was. He suddenly realized it wasn’t that at all. Cloud was looking to Seph for approval. He wanted Sephiroth to like it. 

“Tell Cloud I want more of that,” Sephiroth said to the closet busboy, and pointing to a green blob of something that was absolutely delicious. 

Cloud laughed at that. 

“He said to save room for dessert,” the busboy said. 

Dessert happened to be fire. Or at least something Cloud lit on fire. Sephiroth leaned back as Cloud cooked it in front of him. 

Luckily it was extinguished when it was served to him. 

It was caramelized and sweet and so delicious. 

“I’d be jealous about you showing off,” Sephiroth said, “that when I burn something it tastes awful, but when you do it it tastes like heaven-” Cloud opened his mouth to argue. 

“But I can’t,” Sephiroth said, “because I know I am never going to taste anything that isn’t delicious ever again.” Cloud was turning bright red now. He buried his face in his hands. 

“I’d say it’s dangerous to praise me like that,” Cloud said when his face turned back to it’s normal color. 

“I like living dangerously,” Sephiroth said, “You’re as dangerous as they come.”

Cloud’s kiss tasted a little bit like that green stuff. 

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Sefikura Week Day 3: Bad Hair Day

When Cloud woke up, he felt heavy. Not hangover heavy, but literally heavier, like there was some great weight on it. As he sat up and looked around, he realized that was exactly what happened. Somehow, overnight, he had grown nearly 5 feet of hair and it had turned grey. 

“What the fuck?” he said. A bed away someone else groaned and sat up. 

“I know we have a mission Seph, but I am begging for just half an hour more,” the man said. 

“What the fuck?” Cloud repeated. The man looked over. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, “You didn’t look too great yesterday.”

“No,” Cloud said, “Who the fuck are you?” Cloud noticed now that he was also much taller and...well built than he was last night. He stumbled to the bathroom. 

“What the fuck!” he said once more. And at that point Zack Fair more or less got the gist of what was going on.

Luckily for Sephiroth, Cloud’s mother was much quicker on the uptake than Zack had been. She had found her son, in the bathroom...playing with his hair and looking awfully confused. Then he spoke in a clear, crisp accent--that definitely wasn’t from around here--as he stammered out an apology.

“Do you know where you are?” she asked him. 

“...no,” he admitted, “not in the slightest.”

“That’s alright,” she said, “the good news is Cloud will be close and he knows his way around. I’ll make you breakfast while we wait. Do you like pancakes or waffles better?” 

“Yes?” he said. 

“Both then,” she said, “come on, don’t be afraid, things will get back to normal soon enough.”

Zack rushed out after the guy in Seph’s body. He had pulled on Seph’s coat as soon as he realized he was just in the Nibelhiem Inn. He still was wearing Seph’s sleep clothes and his hair was still in that messy braid. 

To Zack’s horror, Seph walked up to a door and let himself in. 

“Wait!” he tried. 

“MA!” Seph said. 

“In the kitchen,” she called, “If you are Cloud.”

“Oh thank Odin,” Seph said, “Am I...still here.”

“Yes,” a woman said poking her head out of the next room, “Waffles are on if you want some.” Zack walked in. A blonde sitting at the table, set down his fork and made to get up.

“Claudia Strife,” the woman said, “You must have been chasing Cloud here.” Zack shook her hand. The blonde’s eyes went big.

“Oh Zack,” he said, “I’d forgotten.”

“Sit,” the woman said, “or your breakfast will get cold.”

“Your real son is actually here,” the blonde said, in Sephiroth’s crisp efficient accent, “I’m sure you would-”

“I’ve got enough batter to feed a family,” she said, “sit and eat your waffles, Cloud yours are on next.” Seph’s body more or less collapsed in a chair. 

“I’m so very confused,” The blonde that was Sephiroth said. 

“That’s alright,” the woman said. She nudged Zack. “Sit,” she demanded. 

“The short version is Cloud and...your name was dear?” she paused. 

“Oh Sephiroth,” the blonde said. 

“Sephiroth, lovely name,” she said, “Cloud and Sephiroth are soulmates. Now I know a lot of soulmates have markings or extra senses, but the planet seemed to think that there was a very short period of time in which Sephiroth and Cloud would even be close...so instead once they were close, it swapped your bodies around to make sure you met. I’m not sure when it will unswap you, but I suppose soon enough. After breakfast certainly.”

“These are very delicious,” Sephiroth said suddenly. 

“I’m glad you like them,” Claudia said, “would you like seconds?” 

“I couldn’t,” he said. The blonde kid’s face was apparently much more animated that Seph’s face was because his expression seemed much more guilty.

Claudia pointed to a large bowl of batter, “I have to get through all of this.”

“Oh...” Seph paused, “then yes please.”

“Grab a plate Zack,” Claudia said. 

Sephiroth looked over at his body, and frowned at the state of his hair.

“That’s got knots,” he said, frowning. Cloud picked it up. 

“Oh...oh I’m sorry,” Cloud said. 

“It’s alright,” Sephiroth said, “It just might take a washing or an oil treatment, which can be an ordeal. It’s my own fault for keeping it long.”

“I have a fully functional bathroom,” Claudia said, “but wait until after breakfast.”

Cloud leaned against the outside of his mother’s bathtub. Sephiroth seemed impressed with it. 

“Guiding paid for it,” Cloud admitted, “And Ma should spoil herself sometimes.”

“She is a very nice woman,” Sephiroth said, “and her cooking is exceptional.”

Sephiroth leaned over the water, unraveling the mess Cloud had kept his hair in. He didn’t seem to mind. 

“I rather like taking care of it,” Sephiroth said, “it’s a pain and can be a hassle, but it smells so nice while I do it and it’s calming.” Cloud relaxed as Seph combed his hair. And it did smell nice in here. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Sephiroth said. 

“I very much doubt I’ll ever get to experience this from this end again,” Cloud said, “my hair just...does what it wants.”

“I noticed,” Sephiroth said, “I spent quite some time playing with it this morning...I found it fun.” Cloud snickered at that. 

“That’s one way to put it,” Cloud said. They went quiet again. 

“I can be a very messy person,” Cloud said suddenly. Sephiroth paused where he was combing. “I tend to push against people sometimes, and it usually doesn’t end well for me. And I’m scrawny as all hell...you’re kind of out of my league look wise.”

“I disagree,” Sephiroth said, “I find you...very attractive.”

“You’re just saying that, “Cloud said. 

“No,” Sephiroth said, he seemed to have trouble looking at Cloud, “I...looked at you quite extensively this morning...I...I really liked what I saw.” Cloud turned a little and looked at Sephiroth. Sephiroth leaned forward, looking at his own face, searching his eyes to make sure it was alright. 

Cloud leaned forward to break the distance. It was a very light kiss, very chaste, but they both closed their eyes. 

When they opened them, they were looking through their own eyes. 

“Oh good,” Sephiroth said relieved, “I was dreading showing you how to wrap this up.”

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Sefikura Week Day 1: Reunion

I’m late again! Oh well. I’ll just do two prompts today. 

Sephiroth walked into a familiar sight: his roommate Genesis going through his mail. 

“That’s illegal you know,” Sephiroth said, not really meaning it.

“Yeah, yeah,” Genesis said, “What’s this?” He held up an invite. It read Rocket High 5 Year Reunion. Sephiroth’s mouth quirked up in a smile. 

“I went to a school in Rocket Town,” Sephiroth said, “Said it would help me integrate with other people my age better. 

“You graduated from a high school 5 years ago?” Genesis said. 

“I graduated at 15,” Sephiroth said. 

“That makes more sense,” Genesis said. Sephiroth went over to the flashing light on his answering machine. 

“Damn Seph do you know how hard it is to get this number?” a very familiar female voice said, “did you get your invite...well you will anyway. You should come to the reunion. Cloud said he would.” 

Genesis watched Sephiroth’s expression change. 

“Okay who is Cloud?”

“I don’t know why I brought you,” Sephiroth groaned. 

“You were so tiny!” Genesis cooed, looking at the different pictures. 

“I’m well aware,” Sephiroth noted, “I was the youngest in our graduating class.”

“And very skinny,” Genesis noted, “which one of these was Cloud?” Sephiroth peered into it. 

“Maybe by the prom photos?” Sephiroth offered. 

“He took you to prom?” Genesis choked. 

“We went as friends,” Sephiroth said, “in a group.”

“I can’t imagine you at a high school dance,” Genesis said, “I can’t imagine you as a little 15 year old with all these tall people. How many lockers did you get shoved into.”

“Three,” Sephiroth said, “Until Cloud started sitting by me.” Sephiroth smiled and nodded at a woman who waved at him, then went back to peering at the pictures. 

“Here he is,” Sephiroth said. Genesis looked at a photo of a rowdy looking blonde, splattered with paint, but beaming. Genesis noted a whisp of shoulder length white hair close to Cloud. 

“We did an art project together,” Sephiroth said, “It was awful, but we got an A...no doubt for the effort we put into it.”

“Sephiroth!” 

Sephiroth stood back up and smiled. A brunette girl nearly dove in to hug him. To Genesis’s absolute shock, he hugged her back. 

“So much for coming back to visit,” she said giving him a punch in the arm. 

“I did,” Sephiroth argued back, “none of you were here.”

“Humph,” she huffed, “well...then I guess I can tell you Cloud’s looking at your guys’s old art project.” 

“They kept that?!” Sephiroth said. 

Genesis was happy to entertain Tifa, swapping stories of nerdy, helpless Sephiroth, both young and the current one, as Sephiroth searched out Cloud. 

He was standing in front of a wooden sculpture, splattered with paint. Not even the artists knew what it was supposed to be. 

“I thought they were being generous with an A,” Sephiroth said, standing next to him, “I never thought they were going to keep this thing.” Cloud smiled without looking over. 

“It’s not that bad,” Cloud said, “and this really was our best work.” Now he turned, he seemed tired, but happy.

“Tifa spent at least fifteen minutes bitching at me for leaving and not visiting,” Cloud said, “how about you?” 

“I snuck off after five,” Sephiroth said, “where did you end up? I tried keeping up. You never seemed to spend time in one place.”

“Junon,” Cloud said, “I own a business there. Meant to get to Midgar...but it’s such a shithole.” Sephiroth laughed at that. 

“What are you doing now?” 

“Delivery Service,” Cloud said, “Only one that goes everywhere.” Sephiroth laughed again. 

“That really sounds like you,” Sephiroth said. They were quiet for a moment, just letting the time and distance catch up to them.

“Tifa and Genesis are probably going to look for us soon,” Sephiroth noted. 

“Do you wanna say ‘fuck em’ and go get burgers down the street?” Cloud said, “Like old times?” Sephiroth found himself reaching for his first boyfriend’s hand. If felt strange being the taller one now. 

“Lead the way,” Sephiroth said.

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Sefikura Week Day 7: Free Day

Since I started playing Moon again, let’s do a Pokémon AU. 

Sephiroth’s first experience returning to Aloha was getting tackled. Aerith told him later that she had missed her big brother horribly and just couldn’t help herself. Gast told him the same and Ifalna practically tackled Sephiroth herself. He learned, or perhaps remembered really, that Alohans showed affection quite physically. Hugs, pats, high fives, they just loved to touch him. And he knew he must have known that because he grew to like it very quickly. 

That isn’t to say they weren’t gentle with him. Gast checked on him every morning still. 

“Nilhelgo toxin is not something you mess with,” he said, “and while I don’t think you’ll ever fully remember everything...I don’t want you to lose your memories again. Aerith wouldn’t forgive me.”

He had been worried about coming back having forgotten everything. The doctors in Kanto had advice aplenty, but none of them had ever experienced what he had. But Aloha was not a place that turned you away. Everyone, even people out and about were just happy to see him “back”. Not caring at all that he didn’t know who they were. 

“You’ll get used to it,” Aerith said, “you did the first time.” Aerith had been easy, he slid in next to her like the place was made for him...and indeed it was. His pokémon even liked her, even prickly little Mimikyu loved her. 

But he knew when she was quiet that she was nervous too. 

“I shouldn’t be,” Aerith said, “He was your best friend and he was there...he knows what happened...part of me just wants things to get back to the way they were.”

But the young blonde man didn’t seem nervous at all. He seemed quite relieved. 

“Hi Sephiroth,” he said, “I know you don’t remember me, but I’m Cloud.” Sephiroth shook his hand and it was warm and welcoming as the whole Melemele Island had been. 

“Believe it or not your Umbreon and my Jolteon were eggs from the same litter,” Cloud said, “hatched at the same time and evolved at the same time.” Indeed the two sniffed and circled each other before nudging happily against each other. Cloud smiled at then. 

“Your pokémon tried to protect you while it happened,” Cloud said, “Fought for you until the end...but I bet they remember as much as you do, but I remember them.” Umbreon arched up as Cloud scratched the good spot under his chin. 

“I’m sorry I don’t remember,” Sephiroth said. 

“That’s alright,” Cloud said, “We’ve gone some time to make new memories.” 

Sephiroth held Mimikyu tightly as it tried to lash out at Cloud’s Pikachu. 

“I’m sorry,” Sephiroth said, “I knew I shouldn’t have brought him out, he’s very tempermental.”

“I know,” Cloud said, calmly and picked up his Pikachu. He walked closer to Sephiroth. 

“Do you want to trade Mimikyu for my Pikachu?” Cloud asked. Mimikyu nearly screeched at that. 

“No,” Sephiroth said. 

“And why not?” Cloud asked. 

“Because I think he’s adorable and wonderful,” Sephiroth said. Mimikyu stopped and looked up at his trainer. 

“See,” Cloud said to the pokémon, “you don’t have to be jealous of this fat boy.” Pikachu shouted in protest. 

“Your trainer loves you and believes in you and wouldn’t trade you for anything. And I knew he wouldn’t when I asked because I was there when he caught you and I caught this chunk. He said you were so cute.” Mimikyu nuzzled closer to Sephiroth at that. 

“So can I put Pikachu down now. He’s really heavy.”

“Pika!” he protested again. 

When Cloud asked Sephiroth let him hold his Phantump, Cloud knew exactly how to hold it to get it to doze. 

“They’re all a little different,” Cloud said, “but this guy is a clinger.”

Sephiroth backed up when the Tauros reared on his hind legs. Cloud did not. Instead he put his hand on his hip. 

“Out again?” Cloud said, “this is quite a pattern.” Tauros cocked his head like a shrug. 

“Wanna walk home with me and Seph?” Cloud asked. And to Sephiroth’s shocked Tauros turned as Cloud walked by.

“How do you do that?” Sephiroth asked. 

“What?” Cloud asked. 

“You just...calm them down,” Sephiroth said, “no battles or anything.”

“It’s quite simple,” Aerith said, over dinner, “Cloud is next in line to be island Kahuna.” Cloud choked. 

“I am not!” Cloud said. 

“Nanaki says you are,” Aerith says, “that you’re his apprentice. That Tapu Koko has come to you several times in approval.”

“I’m not even a trial captain,” Cloud said, “I haven’t even been to any gym for the competition thing.”

“Nanaki says a Kahuna protects the island, the people, and the pokémon,” Sephiroth said, “And I’ve watched you do all three.” 

“Besides,” Aerith said, “once Seph gets on his feet you’ll have two island Captains.” Cloud was blushing. 

“I’m nowhere near being a Kahuna,” Cloud said firmly, “not yet.” 

“But you will be a good one,” Sephiroth said. 

Sephiroth felt a hand on his and squeezed it. 

“You said that before,” Cloud said, “the day you lost your memory you said it.”

“I probably meant it then too,” Sephiroth said. 

Aerith grinned behind her cup of Pinap Juice. 

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Sefikura Week Day 2: Heat

It was about 2:30 in the morning when Cloud woke up. He was positively drenched in sweat. 

The reason for that was cocooned all around him. Sephiroth was so cuddly when he was sleeping, but gods damn it all, the man’s temperature just ran hot. Cloud couldn’t sleep more than a few hours before he woke up completely soaked and miserable. 

It took a few minutes for Cloud to untangle himself. Their legs were so twisted together from their earlier...activities. Then Seph had Cloud all wrapped up in his arms. It had been romantic a few hours ago, now it was stifling. Then there was the hair. Seph had it braided up for the evening, but it always unraveled a little and he snapped awake if Cloud accidentally caught it under him as he got up. 

He managed it and slid out of the bed, leaving Seph still sleeping. He took a moment to appreciate his handiwork. Seph really did look like a serene angel when he was asleep. 

A gust of cold air brought him back to his current mission: He was still sweaty as Ifrit’s Ballsack. He tugged on his discarded pair of boxers, just in case Seph’s neighbors were awake, before stepping out onto the balcony. 

It was much colder out here, but it was also a clear night. He could over Junon, all the way out to the docks and to the sea. If he listened, he could almost hear the waves. 

He was nearly dry when he heard the balcony door slide open. 

“I thought I didn’t wake you this time,” Cloud said, without turning. 

“I got cold,” Sephiroth said. Cloud almost snorted. 

“Really?” Cloud said. Sephiroth leaned on the bannister next to him, so their arms could touch. Sephiroth shivered after a moment. 

“You’re serious,” Cloud said, wrapping an arm around him. 

“I’m sorry I keep waking you up,” Sephiroth said. 

“Don’t be,” Cloud said, “it’s not your fault and you can’t help it. Besides, it’s a nice way to wake up sometimes.” Sephiroth smiled, but mostly to placate Cloud. 

“How about this,” Cloud said, “can we crack open this door a bit, let some cooler air in for me.”

“I’m fine with that,” Sephiroth said. He paused for a longer moment. 

“Perhaps...I could also be the...what did Zack call it...the little spoon?” Cloud lost it for a moment, giggling at the sound of that phrase leaving Seph’s mouth. Sephiroth was smiling too, laughing in that quiet way he had. 

“I can cuddle you,” Cloud said. And with that Sephiroth took his hand and led him back to bed. He wrapped Cloud’s arms around his chest, pulled one leg up over his and settled in, his back to Cloud’s chest. 

Lips brushed over Cloud’s knuckles and Cloud brushed his own against the back of Sephiroth’s neck. Soon enough, Seph’s breathing went deep again and he was out. 

Hours later, when Cloud felt that sickly heat around him again...he poked a leg out from the covers. The room was cold...and that was perfect. 

[up-sideand-down]

Sefikura Week Day 6: Vacation

Sephiroth just didn’t know how to break it to Cloud that he hadn’t taken a vacation...probably ever. He knew he deserved one. And he had been on vacation leave before...he just always got called in to help somewhere, so he did. 

“And that’s very nice,” Cloud said, when he first tried to explain, “but you are on vacation. With me. And your time is important too.”

That and Cloud hadn’t been to many places, at least not as a tourist. And he had looked forward to it. The most vacation he’d had was when he and his mom went hiking their way to Rocket Town. 

And Costa Del Sol was not precisely a place to...rough it. In fact Sephiroth had rented the SOLDIER villa for their stay. High luxury...not that he ever lived like that. 

The first night was easy. They arrived, they unpacked, they walked along their beachfront. Cloud found a lot of shells and put them in a bucket for some reason. They cuddled, and they were very tired. 

But as he awoke and poked at his breakfast, Sephiroth was dreading when the phone would call. Because Cloud would probably pick it up...and he did not want to have this fight. 

“You’re not done with breakfast yet?” Cloud said. Sephiroth paused with his toast in the air. 

“No?” he said. 

“Well you better hurry we have sand castle lessons in half an hour and I dunno about you but I have to get lotioned up or I’ll burn to a crisp.” Sephiroth blinked at his boyfriend. He had no idea what he was talking about. 

“You did look at the calendar I sent you?” Cloud said. 

“You sent me a calendar?” Sephiroth said. Cloud dug through Sephiroth’s PHS, and frowned. 

“Didn’t go through,” Cloud said, “that’s why you never stopped me...”

“Stopped you from what?” Sephiroth asked. 

“I...signed us up to do a lot of things,” Cloud said. He was pulling out his notebook planner. Where Seph was forced to use ShinRa’s newest tech, Cloud prefered to write things down. 

The whole of this week was filled with abbreviations. Sephiroth blinked. 

“I knew I should have talked to you. But this vacation was so sudden and you had a lot of missions...” Cloud looked guilty, “I got carried away.”

“No, no,” Sephiroth said, “I just...I didn’t know people did things on vacation. I thought they just...tried to relax.”

“I meant I left time for that,” Cloud said, “but I’m not good at that either. I like to do fun shit. Make memories.”

“Oh,” Sephiroth said, “that seems like a much more obvious solution.”

“Solution to what?” Cloud asked. And the villa phone rang on que. 

“That would be HQ asking me to do some extra work while I’m here,” Sephiroth said. Cloud shook his head. 

“No work for you,” Cloud said, “I think I filled up almost all of our time.” And with that he picked up the receiver. 

Sephiroth grinned a little too broadly, when Cloud said, “I’m sorry, but we have a fully booked day on our vacation. We won’t be back until late depending on how long dinner takes.” 

Sephiroth and Cloud practically fell into bed exhausted. After sand castles, they went parasailing and then tried out wakeboarding. 

“I should shower the salt and sand off,” Cloud said. 

“I’ll join you so I don’t fall asleep,” Sephiroth said, “you certainly know how to plan a vacation.”

“You know I like to show a man a good time,” Cloud said. 

“Genesis all but said that we wouldn’t be leaving bed this week,” Sephiroth said with a small laugh in his throat. 

“I mean I’ll rock your world if paddle boarding lessons don’t kill us as badly as wakeboarding did,” Cloud said. Sephiroth did laugh then. 

“What else are we doing tomorrow?” he asked. 

[s-ephiroth]

Oh, welp. Let’s get this train on the road.╰( •̀ ヮ •́ )╯

Sefikura Week 2019 | Day 1. Reunion

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Sat near the cannon in Junon, Cloud stared at the reds and oranges in the horizon as they slowly gave in to the first violets and blues of the coming night, thinking.

It had been a week since the Turks picked both him and Zack up from Nibelheim — only the two of them. They were left in Junon to wait for further instructions, for a quicker deployment in case Shinra managed to track down Genesis Rhapsodos after his brief appearance in the Nibel area.

They said nothing of Sephiroth.

Neither the radio or the television said anything about him, either. It was as though they were all trying to pretend he didn’t exist, that he didn’t go to that damned mission and disappeared without a trace. Trying to pretend the reactor up in the mountains didn’t explode during the night or that the manor, a Shinra property, didn’t catch on fire.

Cloud closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the remaining sunlight and trying his best not to think too much about it again.

But he failed. He’d failed many things; he never made SOLDIER, he only caused trouble wherever he went, he failed to notice what was going on with Sephiroth until it was too late. He’d failed to learn that Sephiroth wanted to leave Shinra, depending on how things turned out.

And since he failed, there he was, thinking for the hundredth time that afternoon about how Sephiroth loved sunsets. It cast its warm hues on everything, he said once, it made him feel a little less pale than he was and it was a time he remembered seeing the troops more cheerful and motivated — when they weren’t preparing for an attack on the enemy, that is.

He had said that the best sunsets could be seen from Junon, and he wasn’t wrong. But he wasn’t there to see it, either.

Zack approached and sat beside him, offering a popsicle in an attempt to soften the blow of the news.

“They just declared him KIA,” he said, which in Shinra was code for We will probably not focus our efforts in looking for him at this time because it’s not an emergency or priority, so he’s probably good as dead for us.

Cloud’s heart sunk a little more.

-

They deserted Shinra a month later.

It had been a mix of emotions, disagreements and absence of communication that culminated in an assassination; Zack brought Hojo down and Cloud fired most of the bullets in his rifle at the defenseless scientist. He wished he could shoot one for each night Sephiroth returned to his apartment and called him over, feeling more than just vulnerable over all those lab sessions. But that was far more bullets than the ones he had with him.

They had taken Aerith — Zack’s girlfriend who Cloud had just recently met — along with them as soon as they were out, over the fear that Shinra would send the Turks to try to capture her again, as they had tried in the past month, when they believed Zack to be in Junon instead of just returning to Midgar.

And ever since, they had been walking all around; the still heartbroken Cloud, the enthusiastic but slowly shattering Zack and the seemingly delicate but sassy Aerith, who had donned a hood to conceal her identity and had been learning her way around materias other than her mother’s heirloom.

She had also found all the good places that served as their ever moving hideout thus far, had been the creative mind covering their trail to keep Shinra from finding them while they planned the company’s downfall and spread the word as much as they could of all the dirty taking place behind the scenes.

They gained the support of some people as time went, but Shinra was big and the reactors were practically everywhere. Breaking them did nothing but delay things for a while until they got fixed again, which usually happened by the time they could break another.

No. They needed more. They needed help from outside Midgar as well.

So out of the city they went, gathering support and new companions alike on the way.

First came Nanaki, an intelligent beast who Shinra was trying to capture. Then Yuffie, a ninja from Wutai who saw her country lose its glory after the war. Barret, a man from Corel who first believed Shinra to be bringing good things to his hometown, and who was really upset when he learned it was otherwise. Cid, a pilot who dreamed of space but who doubted he’d reach it through Shinra after they told him about it. And finally, Cait Sith, a curious fortune teller robot who joined to learn more about something he foresaw, but who was growing fond of their cause rather quickly.

Eventually, they found themselves reaching Nibelheim and stopping there for the night.

It had been a little over a year since then, but Cloud had never forgotten. He stared at what remained of the old manor through the inn’s window much like Sephiroth had done.

In that entire year and a few months, Shinra hadn’t bothered with sending people over to rebuild it and cover the mess. It was no longer a town near a reactor, so it no longer mattered. Townsfolk didn’t want to go near the manor either, superstitious as they were of the ruins containing a ghost.

Cloud was the only one who went there, once everyone else was asleep, wanting to understand. He kicked furniture remains out of the way as he walked through it under the moonlight that the destroyed roof couldn’t hide. Only him, his thoughts of his missing boyfriend and the sounds of the Nibel wolves in the distance.

He found a man who wasn’t Sephiroth in one of the rooms, with whom he had a conversation about Shinra’s old and new misdeeds. About Sephiroth and the story behind his birth.

The next morning he had a new companion to introduce to the others. His name was Vincent Valentine and he, too, had been used by Shinra.

They picked up Tifa, who Cloud knew from a young age, on their way out. She liked their cause and she was trying to flee an arranged marriage.

They travelled the whole world in their quest of stopping Shinra, finally forcing them to stop the reactors and close down their energy business, forcing their own group to break apart to help searching other energy sources.

Once again, it was just him, Aerith and Zack. And not once in that entire journey around the world did he cross paths with Sephiroth.

Maybe the true reason he disappeared was because he had somehow died, Cloud often thought, saddened by that idea. Maybe it had been the reactor explosion. Maybe they'd cross paths again someday, in the Lifestream.

He kept that thought in his mind for a long time, to comfort himself and move on.

-

“One more,” Aerith said, passing him a slip of paper.

Well, he could use one more stop, one more excuse to be out for a little longer.

No matter how much he liked being in their little cafe, after their journey was over and Shinra was no more, Cloud was filled with a sense of emptiness, without a big quest to pursue. He comforted himself with the deliveries, with the thought of moving onwards. Slowly, he was moving on from the part of his past he couldn’t recover as well, accepting it for what it was, despite the various questions he still had about it.

More deliveries meant more smiles out there in the world and maybe, one day that kind of happiness would win over his mourning. Maybe that day would come soon.

Or maybe not, but at the very least he was moving around, instead of looking at the sunset and moping. He was going places, seeing those new constructions that would allow people to get energy out of flowing water taking place; no longer seeing or breathing the smoke of the mako reactors everywhere. He was seeing the grass starting to grow around Midgar again, albeit a little shy.

Things would be alright.

That new delivery would take him to the chocobo farm, Aerith was saying, no matter that it was noted in the slip of paper. The folks there liked their cakes as much as Cloud liked his motorcycle, the Fenrir.

He was about to pick up the box and head outside when they heard a noise, like that of someone hitting the floor. They hurried to the front of the shop, worried that something had happened to Zack.

But all they found there was a silver-haired man in a black cloak fainted on their floor; an unexpected reunion that had been given up on a long time ago.

A reunion that caused Cloud’s heart to skip a beat.

[s-ephiroth]

Welp, it’s some very unholy hour in the morning? Someone please keep my muse from disappearing and turning back up this late, thanks.

Anyway,

Sefikura Week 2019 | Day 3. Bad Hair Day

They managed to avoid addressing the adamantoise in the room for two entire days.

Likewise, they managed to mostly avoid talking to each other properly for two whole days after that initial conversation, somehow. Mostly, because Cloud still needed to introduce him to people if someone he knew dropped by and they were in the same place at the time, since Sephiroth was a new face to many of them, for one. And, knowing enough of Cloud’s past with him, his friends congratulated him.

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Sefikura Week 2019

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by Up_sideand_down

Over and over, Sephiroth and Cloud just can't seem to get apart. See notes for chapter descriptions

Words: 671, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Final Fantasy VII, Compilation of Final Fantasy VII

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart, Genesis Rhapsodos, More to come - Character

Relationships: Sephiroth/Cloud Strife

Additional Tags: Sefikura Week 2019

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