AU Cloti. Long running story. Set in a world a little closer to our own. Rated T for language, may go up in later chapters.

It wasn't exactly a scene from a fairy tale. It wasn't original or clever or even remotely romantic. But as Cloud dropped the ring into her hand, his eyes asking the question she had always dreamed of, Tifa knew there was only one possible answer… "No."

Cloud’s a lawyer focused solely on furthering his career. Tifa’s a single mother desperate to keep custody of her son. When Cloud is assigned to work Tifa’s case pro bono, things get complicated when he finds himself falling for his client. AU Cloti

"A toast is a ritual in which a drink is taken as an expression of honor or goodwill." Words that Yuffie had grown up hearing, and one day decided to pass on to her friends. After Meteorfall, the group pay homage to those that matter the most.

There's something he's supposed to remember. Something he's supposed to know. But maybe he already knows too much. Maybe all he wants to do is forget.

They say letting go is hard, but sometimes it's easier than it looks. —CloudTifa

Vincent and Tifa having a conversation of sorts. Hints of Cloti and Yuffentine.

AU. World War II. Cloud thought going off to war was the hard part. When he comes back broken, he finds it's living that's the real battle. Cloud/Tifa with guest appearances by Zack, Jessie, and others.

Descent: Sometimes descent doesn't necessarily mean depression; sometimes it leads to something much more worthwhile pursuing. A collection of drabbles featuring the pairings and nonpairings of FFVII. Mostly Cloti

He's breaching the outer atmosphere, and I'm speeding through the eye of the storm. I can't forget it. — TifaCloud AU

Cloti. She's been asked to approve of it, as was he. He can't get out of it. He nods. She smiles. They go about their day. And he doesn't take the script off the table, where she has left it for him.

A mirror reflects what's there but when the mirror shatters, it warps the images it reflects back. An AU look at how things might have been through a very different Aerith's eyes. NOT Clerith/Cleris. NOT Aerith bashing.

Cloud wishes on falling stars, but Tifa wishes on a thousand origami cranes. Would any of those wishes come true? A four-part fic that spans FFVII and the Compilation. Story notes inside. Nominated for the 2010 Genesis Awards; not shorlisted.

A focus piece on Reno as he philosophizes, criticizes, and soliloquizes on the events before and during the compilation. His own personal recipe for life, yo.

an AU that started out as pure late night insanity and then had the nerve to develop an actual plot! Plot starts at chapter 13 - insanity before. Chapter 112: We're finally there. Sephiroth and Cloud, Zack's mystery, Aerith's fate, and Tifa's family.

Let's get physical! — TifaCloud

Birth, Marriage, Death. Turks and AVALANCHE. Three events, two groups and one common understanding. Winner of the Genesis Awards June Fanfiction Challenge.

She lied. So what? It's not Yuffie Kisaragi's problem they're all idiots...

Age isn’t measured in years, anyway. Reno and Tifa. Maybe a very mild RenoxTifa, if you care to see it.

Each day brought another bittersweet passage, a new page of their tragic love story. A collection of Zack x Aerith drabbles and one-shots.

When you're caught in the joke that just keeps on giving, you roll with the punches. Because there will be many. Cloti.

You'll see, mommy. I'm gonna be a hero and save the world. Just watch. Semi-angst oneshot of how Rude came to join the Turks. Shortlisted for the Genesis Award: Best Angst.

Twice-blessed is help unlooked for...' :: Tseng, Cloud, the cliffs of Midgar, and letting go. ::

She touched each fruit in turn, speaking words only the planet would ever hear. XX Post AC. CloudxTifa, and the long-term effects of Mako. XX

He doesn't know this whole thing is just a coincidence. CloudTifa.

A story of a girl who is becoming a woman, who is learning what changes bring about, and how life is not always how you expect it to be. From heartbroken to growing, a story of how Tifa copes with the relationships she has in this day and age.

I am a venerated FF7 veteran. I can play Aerith's Theme in every key on the piano, and I memorized the entire Advent Children script in three different languages. For all you wannabe veterans out there, I'll show you how to maximize your FF7 fanatacism.

Coffee and cigarettes: examples of vices we need, however damaging they may be. RenoxTifa—in my skewed sense of “pairing,” that is. Maybe it’s more CloudxTifa or even RudexTifa. I have a hard time telling with these sorts of things.

Some sacrifices mean more than others, and some heartaches just won't go away. Tifa POV, Oneshot.

Before, the guilt and pain remained. During, the guilt started to lift and the pain began to heal. After... perhaps there is a change. A oneshot fic of FF7AC with abundant spoilers and CloTiness.