Tae

It's been a loooong time, but the FFVII Remake has rejuvenated me, and I'm back! And I have some fics:


Venting: set during the vent-crawling scene in FFVII Remake. On AO3 or FF.net
Evil Duck: A bit of post-ACC crack. On AO3 or FF.net
Cravings: A humorous piece in my Ulfhednar AU. On A03 or FF.net

I also now have a twitter account: https://twitter.com/SekiharaTae

Title: Language Drift
Characters: Cloud/Tifa, Barret, Reno
Word Count: 1500ish
Rating:  T
Warnings: Crackish silliness and a little bit of language
Prompt: Written for emory (hakuen on livejournal), who had the winning bid on my FFVII Help Japan auction.  No specific prompt was given, I was just told to keep doing what I do... so I hope this works.  (I owe you another 1500 words, too.)

( Language Drift )

Title:  Deduction
Characters:  Cloud/Tifa, Yuffie
Rating:  G (or K on ff.net)
Prompt:  For ffvii_100 on InsaneJournal.  First word/Last word.

“Owwwwww.”

Yuffie’s protest earned her another jab in the ribs from a booted foot.

“Get up.”

Ok... that was Cloud. Voice uninflected, yet still annoyed.

How’s he do that?

“Yuffie. Get up.”

Where was she, anyway? Somewhere hard and flat. Chilly, too. The floor?

“She must have snuck in late last night.” That was Tifa, tone amused yet exasperated.

Cloud... Tifa... sneaking....

The bar! She was in the bar.

At least the floor would be clean.

Another nudge had her flinching away and forcing herself upright.

That’s when the headache registered and the real pain began.

“Owwwwww!”

The soft sound of a door opening prompted Tifa to snuggle further into her pillow.  Despite being awake when Cloud went to take his shower, she was still clinging to the drowsy, languorous contentment he’d instilled before getting out of bed himself.  Dimly she registered the faint creak and slide of louvered hinges, the dull scrape and thud of wood against wood: faint, unrecognizable noises that inched her closer toward stirring.  Blinking one eye open, she peered around for the noise maker.

Standing in front of the closet across the room, he was looking through one of the built-in drawers.  A pair of faded denims draped over one shoulder, and a towel slung low around his waist, were his only concessions toward modesty.

Both eyes suddenly open and focused, Tifa let all thoughts of drifting back to sleep evaporate.  Here was a perfect opportunity to give her boyfriend’s SOLDIER-sculpted body a slow, thorough inspection, and she wasn’t planning to waste it.  Lose the towel lose the towel lose the towel, her naughty, hormonal side chanted internally, as her gaze busily took in the expanse of broad shoulders, muscled back, narrow hips, and strong calves exposed to her.  Even his feet were sexy.

Quietly pushing the drawer closed again, Cloud tugged at the loose knot at his hip, and dragged the fabric from around his waist to hang it on the nearby door handle.  

Yes!

Lean, tanned muscles flexing and stretching as he moved, he unselfconsciously bent forward to step into a pair of underwear.  Biting her lip, she drew in a long, deep breath as the shift gifted her with an unobstructed view of his gloriously taut butt.

Written for the prompt:  Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Soul mates/past life - she had a feeling that she'd known him far longer than she truly had

Link to the fic on InsaneJournal

Not terribly happy with it, but it's what my brain produced. *sigh*

Title:  The Barter System
Pairing:  Cloud/Tifa
Rating:  G
Notes:  Came up with this while telling myself I wouldn't be able to think of a plot for the FFVII kissing meme.  ^^;  It's not my best, and it's probably OOC, but hopefully it's still a fun read.
P.S:  SQUEE!  I managed to WRITE SOMETHING!

( What would you do for a materia, Cloud? )

Title:  Where the Heart Is
Author/Artist: sekiharatae
Rating: K
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Home- Where ever she was... so was home.
Word count: 600
Summary: Cloud's lived in a number of places, but never understood what made a home.  Until now.

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