Fanfic Recs by coprime

All Was Well (Aerith/Cloud | G | 897 words): Aerith, Cloud, and the house they live in. This is such a sweet future for them with a gentle, peaceful feeling.

Excerpt:
It was a birthday present, a surprise from Cloud (with a little help from everyone else; being a delivery boy doesn't pay that much, nor does killing the occasional monster, though Yuffie continues to insist that they should have gotten some kind of reward for saving the world).

But it did have a small patch of dirt in the back, just big enough for a small garden. (Tifa told her later that Cloud had insisted on finding a house with that in mind).

Missing Piece (Rosa/Cecil/Kain | PG13 | 2,860 words): Cecil and Rosa visit Kain on Mount Ordeals. Oh, Kain. This entire story is an exercise of me constantly going, "Oh, Kain," at Kain's self-imposed penance, and Rosa and Cecil agree with my assessment. He's so full of guilt and doubt, and all I want is for him to forgive himself finally and come back home to Baron. This story is heart-breakingly beautiful with just the tiniest sliver of hope regarding its portrayal of these three post-game and how they're all hurting but still, each in their own way, trying to heal and finally be together.


Excerpt:
"Kain. We have some extra supplies for you, to help you through the winter. A little late, but they are there if you need them." Rosa didn't mention the reason for their lateness this year, and for that Cecil was glad.

Kain placed his hand on Rosa's fleetingly, and he nodded stiffly. "They would be... appreciated," Kain told her, his voice halting and hoarse.

Rosa was gone quickly as the wind began to pick up, and Cecil watched her leave them with a hint of amusement. The cold was getting to her, and even though he wore layer upon layer of wool and furs, he couldn't help but shiver too.

Kain said nothing as Rosa departed, and they stood for a while in a silence that Cecil wished with all his heart was 'companionable' instead of 'awkward'. The views from atop Mount Ordeals were still breathtaking, Cecil noted, his hands thrust deep in his pockets.