Final Fantasy 7, Sephiroth/Cloud
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raisedbymoogles
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1043
Summary: Sephiroth was BMOC until Cloud came along. (drama club AU - yes, I'm a smartass)
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud: dramatics - to the others there's always something staged about the performances
It was perhaps inevitable that the two prettiest guys in Drama Club would hate each other on sight. Cloud was the Cute Little New Guy who'd been instantly adopted by Aeris and Tifa, much to his consternation; but that left Sephiroth, the undisputed king of the campus, without his accustomed female attention. Cloud could have perhaps groveled his way into Sephiroth's good graces even with that handicap, but he had too much stubborn pride and not enough sense.
It didn't help that Zack, Sephiroth's honored best friend, thought the whole thing was hilarious. "Are you sure you two weren't separated at birth?" he asked the older boy, arm slung over his shoulders with an easy familiarity. "Because I swear your Death Glowers of Doom are scarily identical."
Sephiroth leveled one of those glares at Zack. "First, he's three years younger than me. Second, no."
Neither the Death Glower nor the words had any effect on Zack, but then little did. "Maybe he likes you, then," Zack offered; Seph was about to go after him, but Professor Tuesti rapped on his desk for attention, and Sephiroth obediently subsided as the room quieted. They'd be performing As You Like It all too soon, and he'd need all the time he could get to prepare for the lead role.
***
"Oliver? I dominate the stage and he gives me Oliver?"
Zack rolled his eyes, not at all intimidated by his best friend's pacing like a caged puma. "You played it like you were angling for the main villain, Seph," he pointed out, leaning back on his pillow. "Professor T just gave you what he thought you wanted. Besides, everyone loves a bad guy."
"You would say that," Sephiroth grunted. "Professor Tuesti gave you Silvius."
"And I plan to play up the cad thing for all it's worth," Zack declared. "Aeris has me wrapped around her finger; when am I gonna get another chance like this?"
"Aeris," Sephiroth pointed out darkly, "is playing Cloud's love interest, o cad of all cads."
"They'll be hot together and you know it," Zack declared, and Seph scoffed and lobbed a book at him. Catching it out of the air, Zack flipped it open as he continued. "Besides, Cloud doesn't threaten me at all."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sephiroth demanded, but Zack only hid his smile behind his book and refused to answer.
***
Zack's smug secretiveness and certain family troubles of his own conspired to foul Sephiroth's mood beyond repair; he was ill-prepared for the Drama Club's next meeting and resorted to reading straight from the book when he and Cloud were dragged upstage to practice their lines. Sephiroth scowled at the name highlighted in his book - it did not belong to him, and never would. "Marry sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile," he grumbled out.
Cloud's hands were conspicuously empty as he answered. "Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent that I should come to such penury?" His eyes were steady on Sephiroth's, his voice bland as milk.
"More emotion!" Professor Tuesti barked out. "I know you both can do better than that." Behind him, Zack sprawled out in his chair and muttered something that made Aeris blush and Tifa throw back her head in a laugh.
Sephiroth lifted his gaze and glared down at the blond upstart. This was his stage, his life - he towered over the other and thought, you will not rob me of this. "Know you," he said slowly, deliberately, "where you are, sir?"
If Cloud responded at all to Sephiroth's dangerous manner, it was only through a widening of his startling blue eyes and a tilt of the chin. "O sir, very well: here in your orchard," he answered, all lilting, boyish innocence.
It was a fair act, Sephiroth would give him that much. "Know you before whom, sir?"
Cloud's eyes flashed like lightning over the ocean. "Ay," he said, and suddenly his voice echoed about the too-small auditorium. "Better than him I am before knows me. I know you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle condition of blood, you should so know me." He took a step forward, then another, Sephiroth a tower of frozen rage before him. "The courtesy of nations," Cloud continued, stepping deliberately around his speaking partner, "allows you my better, in that you are the first-born." He approached Sephiroth's back; Sephiroth felt his shoulders knot but refused to turn around. "But the same tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us: I have as much of my father in me as you." Cloud finished his circuit around Sephiroth and stood before him again, chin tilted in stubbornness, eyes burning into Sephiroth's own.
Sephiroth was about to draw breath to speak again when Cloud's pale mouth twisted in a smirk. He finished his line: "Albeit, I confess, your coming before me is nearer to his reverence."
Sephiroth lunged for him, barely remembering to deliver his line - "What, boy!" - as he moved. Cloud flinched back, but Sephiroth was faster and caught the squirming boy up - stronger, too, he discovered, though Cloud was deceptively powerful, and only gasped a little when Sephiroth gripped his arms hard enough to bruise. "Come, come, brother-" the blond gasped.
Snarling defiance, Sephiroth drowned his voice in a hard kiss.
Cloud fought, of course, as honor dictated; but he soon subsided and Sephiroth gentled, no longer trying to bruise the blond's mouth. He stooped, setting Cloud on his feet again, the smaller man didn't let him break the kiss. He twined his arms about the senior actor's neck, pulled him down; smiling, Sephiroth acceded and deepened the kiss, only voicing a groan when Cloud's fingers found and tugged through his long hair.
Somewhere very far away, Professor Tuesti cleared his throat. "Well. That's an... interesting interpretation of the text."
"Campus Crusade's going to shit kittens," Zack put in, a broad, knowing smile on his face. "Pay up, ladies." Aeris and Tifa groaned and pegged quarters at his head, Zack caught them on the first bounce and pocketed them with a cheerful whistle as the girls returned their rapt attention on Sephiroth and Cloud.
Author/Artist:
raisedbymooglesRating: PG-13
Word Count: 1043
Summary: Sephiroth was BMOC until Cloud came along. (drama club AU - yes, I'm a smartass)
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud: dramatics - to the others there's always something staged about the performances
It was perhaps inevitable that the two prettiest guys in Drama Club would hate each other on sight. Cloud was the Cute Little New Guy who'd been instantly adopted by Aeris and Tifa, much to his consternation; but that left Sephiroth, the undisputed king of the campus, without his accustomed female attention. Cloud could have perhaps groveled his way into Sephiroth's good graces even with that handicap, but he had too much stubborn pride and not enough sense.
It didn't help that Zack, Sephiroth's honored best friend, thought the whole thing was hilarious. "Are you sure you two weren't separated at birth?" he asked the older boy, arm slung over his shoulders with an easy familiarity. "Because I swear your Death Glowers of Doom are scarily identical."
Sephiroth leveled one of those glares at Zack. "First, he's three years younger than me. Second, no."
Neither the Death Glower nor the words had any effect on Zack, but then little did. "Maybe he likes you, then," Zack offered; Seph was about to go after him, but Professor Tuesti rapped on his desk for attention, and Sephiroth obediently subsided as the room quieted. They'd be performing As You Like It all too soon, and he'd need all the time he could get to prepare for the lead role.
***
"Oliver? I dominate the stage and he gives me Oliver?"
Zack rolled his eyes, not at all intimidated by his best friend's pacing like a caged puma. "You played it like you were angling for the main villain, Seph," he pointed out, leaning back on his pillow. "Professor T just gave you what he thought you wanted. Besides, everyone loves a bad guy."
"You would say that," Sephiroth grunted. "Professor Tuesti gave you Silvius."
"And I plan to play up the cad thing for all it's worth," Zack declared. "Aeris has me wrapped around her finger; when am I gonna get another chance like this?"
"Aeris," Sephiroth pointed out darkly, "is playing Cloud's love interest, o cad of all cads."
"They'll be hot together and you know it," Zack declared, and Seph scoffed and lobbed a book at him. Catching it out of the air, Zack flipped it open as he continued. "Besides, Cloud doesn't threaten me at all."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sephiroth demanded, but Zack only hid his smile behind his book and refused to answer.
***
Zack's smug secretiveness and certain family troubles of his own conspired to foul Sephiroth's mood beyond repair; he was ill-prepared for the Drama Club's next meeting and resorted to reading straight from the book when he and Cloud were dragged upstage to practice their lines. Sephiroth scowled at the name highlighted in his book - it did not belong to him, and never would. "Marry sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile," he grumbled out.
Cloud's hands were conspicuously empty as he answered. "Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent that I should come to such penury?" His eyes were steady on Sephiroth's, his voice bland as milk.
"More emotion!" Professor Tuesti barked out. "I know you both can do better than that." Behind him, Zack sprawled out in his chair and muttered something that made Aeris blush and Tifa throw back her head in a laugh.
Sephiroth lifted his gaze and glared down at the blond upstart. This was his stage, his life - he towered over the other and thought, you will not rob me of this. "Know you," he said slowly, deliberately, "where you are, sir?"
If Cloud responded at all to Sephiroth's dangerous manner, it was only through a widening of his startling blue eyes and a tilt of the chin. "O sir, very well: here in your orchard," he answered, all lilting, boyish innocence.
It was a fair act, Sephiroth would give him that much. "Know you before whom, sir?"
Cloud's eyes flashed like lightning over the ocean. "Ay," he said, and suddenly his voice echoed about the too-small auditorium. "Better than him I am before knows me. I know you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle condition of blood, you should so know me." He took a step forward, then another, Sephiroth a tower of frozen rage before him. "The courtesy of nations," Cloud continued, stepping deliberately around his speaking partner, "allows you my better, in that you are the first-born." He approached Sephiroth's back; Sephiroth felt his shoulders knot but refused to turn around. "But the same tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us: I have as much of my father in me as you." Cloud finished his circuit around Sephiroth and stood before him again, chin tilted in stubbornness, eyes burning into Sephiroth's own.
Sephiroth was about to draw breath to speak again when Cloud's pale mouth twisted in a smirk. He finished his line: "Albeit, I confess, your coming before me is nearer to his reverence."
Sephiroth lunged for him, barely remembering to deliver his line - "What, boy!" - as he moved. Cloud flinched back, but Sephiroth was faster and caught the squirming boy up - stronger, too, he discovered, though Cloud was deceptively powerful, and only gasped a little when Sephiroth gripped his arms hard enough to bruise. "Come, come, brother-" the blond gasped.
Snarling defiance, Sephiroth drowned his voice in a hard kiss.
Cloud fought, of course, as honor dictated; but he soon subsided and Sephiroth gentled, no longer trying to bruise the blond's mouth. He stooped, setting Cloud on his feet again, the smaller man didn't let him break the kiss. He twined his arms about the senior actor's neck, pulled him down; smiling, Sephiroth acceded and deepened the kiss, only voicing a groan when Cloud's fingers found and tugged through his long hair.
Somewhere very far away, Professor Tuesti cleared his throat. "Well. That's an... interesting interpretation of the text."
"Campus Crusade's going to shit kittens," Zack put in, a broad, knowing smile on his face. "Pay up, ladies." Aeris and Tifa groaned and pegged quarters at his head, Zack caught them on the first bounce and pocketed them with a cheerful whistle as the girls returned their rapt attention on Sephiroth and Cloud.
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