Strifentine Week

July 7-13, 2026 Cloud × Vincent | Vincent × Cloud ヴィンクラ | クラ ヴィン

[strifentineweek]

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An Annual Fandom Event – Returns July 7th thru 13th, 2026

☁️ Event Guidelines

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☁️ Event Page on BlueSky

⚰️ 2025 Prompt List

☁️ 2025 Prompt Fills By Tag

⚰️ 2025 Archive of Our Own Collection

☁️ How To Add a Fic To The AO3 Collection

⚰️ Content & Rating Tags for Filtering

☁️ Non-Event Fanfic Rec List

[strifentineweek]

For the ‘people under 18 shouldn’t post 18+ for the event and it will not get reblogged’ clause (my apologies for not quoting that directly) what actually counts as 18+? I ask because this gets somewhat murky in different spaces and I would really like to not violate anything. Thanks!

If you are under 18, do not post anything with which you cannot legally engage in traditional media. This includes explicit content including but not limited to full nudity, detailed sex, and/or extreme violence. If you could not go to the theater and watch a movie with that content without a parent present, it won't be reblogged to the event account.

Note that this doesn't cover all nudity, nor does it include the existence of sex, or violence, or whatever else. The hard line isn't on the themes themselves, it's how explicitly those themes are presented. A minor can go to a museum and see a hundred paintings and drawings and statues of naked people. Most media for older teens includes the assumption that some characters are sleeping together. Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom features a ritual in which a person's heart is removed and it was rated PG—and while this scene is actually why the PG-13 rating was invented, that would still indicate it's acceptable for a 13 year old to watch. Truly explicit content of the level legally barred to minors winds up getting age-gated or removed from tumblr most of the time anyway, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

Basically, if it would be rated E on AO3, and you are under 18, it won't be reblogged to the event account.

[strifentineweek]

Can I write a pre-relationship fic where they’re meeting for the first time and get kinda heart eyesy about each other but don’t actually let the other know or would that not count as Strifentine?

That definitely counts! "The Love Is Requited, They're Both Just Idiots" aka Mutual Pining is optimal shippery.

[strifentineweek]

Strifentine Week 2026 ➤ JULY 7th – 13th

The second annual Strifentine Week starts on Tanabata!

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Prompt list text under the cut. ⤵

DAY 1 · short prompts: Evocation / Vessel · long prompt: "as you see fit"

DAY 2 · short prompts: Facsimile / Prototype · long prompt: "the one and only"

DAY 3 · short prompts: Weapon / Instrument · long prompt: "pull the trigger"

DAY 4 · short prompts: Modification / Convalescence · long prompt: "too early to give up"

DAY 5 · short prompts: Lifetime / Experience · long prompt: "do whatever I can"

DAY 6 · short prompts: Crescendo / Absolution · long prompt: "the rest is in your hands"

DAY 7 · short prompts: Stability / Refuge · long prompt: "bring it home"

[strifentineweek]

Strifentine Week 2026 is 7 weeks away!

Prompts for this second annual rarepair appreciation event will be revealed May 30th, with the event to start on July 7th! Follow @strifentineweek so you don't miss out!

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[strifentineweek]

Strifentine Week 2026 is 77 days away!

Prompts for the second annual victims of science in love celebration will be revealed May 30th, with the event to start on July 7th! Join us here at @strifentineweek for some true rarepair appreciation.

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[getvalentined]

Strifentine Anonymous Discord Server

NEW invite link valid until 12PM MST on October 31, 2025

New post because we've got a new invite link! Shockingly, we've gotten a pretty decent-sized group in here; we're all pretty quiet and very chill, so it's not super busy, but it's a fun little group. (NOTE: While only NSFW channels are age-restricted, server members must be over the age of 18 simply because I am too tired to monitor other people's children online.)

[strifentineweek]

Strifentine Week won't be back until next year, but here's a new discord server where you can scratch that "victims of science in love" itch any time!

[strifentineweek]

⚰️ Strifentine Week 2025 is over! ☁️

Thank you all for taking part in this first annual Strifentine event, whether through creation or engagement!

Next year's event will take place July 7th thru 13th! We don't want to step on the toes of other similar events (in particular, FF7 Rarepair Week also takes place in mid-February, and we really don't want to pull anyone away from that one) so we're moving forward and will do it all again starting on Tanabata.

Prompts for Strifentine Week 2026 will be revealed May 30th, 2026—see you then!

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[visualjyushi]

i'm so late (thank you executive dysfunction), but i'm finally starting to put up the fic i wrote inspired by the @strifentineweek prompts!

you can find it here (E rating for eventual smut) <3

[bigfatbreak]

strifentine day 5: shelter

i missed a day but maybe i simply want to see someone lovingly wrapped in their lover's horns huh what about that

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: strifentine, vinkura Characters: Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, following characters are involved but only for key points, Galian Beast, Hell Masker, Death Gigas, following characters are only involved for one chapter or brief background reference, Tifa Lockhart, Yuffie Kisaragi, Marlene Wallace, Denzel (Compilation of FFVII), Lucrecia Crescent, Hojo, Grimoire Valentine, Chaos (Compilation of FFVII) Additional Tags: Hurt and comfort, Tough Love, Kindred Spirits, chaos vessel headcanon heavy, vincent headcanons, cloud headcanons, silent pining/yearning, Mutual Pining, but they don’t know until the last second, chaos vessel void power shenanigans, Memory Journey, vincent head mates headcanons, occasional and mild body horror mentions, (flashes of memory but never in great detail), mental distress, pent up emotions, loss of sense of self —

Day 7: Monster

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: strifentine, vinkura Characters: Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, following characters are involved but only for key points, Galian Beast, Hell Masker, Death Gigas, following characters are only involved for one chapter or brief background reference, Tifa Lockhart, Yuffie Kisaragi, Marlene Wallace, Denzel (Compilation of FFVII), Lucrecia Crescent, Hojo, Grimoire Valentine, Chaos (Compilation of FFVII) Additional Tags: Hurt and comfort, Tough Love, Kindred Spirits, chaos vessel headcanon heavy, vincent headcanons, cloud headcanons, silent pining/yearning, Mutual Pining, but they don’t know until the last second, chaos vessel void power shenanigans, Memory Journey, vincent head mates headcanons, occasional and mild body horror mentions, (flashes of memory but never in great detail), mental distress, pent up emotions, loss of sense of self —

Day 6: Endearment / Admission / “beginning to understand”

[skadren]

strifentine week day 7. monster / proclivity / "that's just how I am"

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Cloud wakes to something shaking at his body—insistent, yet inexplicably gentle. Unfortunately, it still jostles what feels like every bone in his body, and he groans.

"Cloud?" The gravelly voice itself is familiar, but Cloud has never heard it so— "Cloud."

—so panicked.

"V'ncent?" he mumbles. His throat feels parched, his tongue too thick and clumsy in his mouth, and he coughs once, twice. "Wha…."

"That's what I should be asking. I thought you were…." Pale and stricken, Vincent's face finally comes into view as Cloud blinks his eyes open. "What happened? What did you do?"

Something about Vincent's appearance seems different, and it takes another long moment for Cloud to realize that the constant compulsion to look away is gone. He may have thought that it had already been fading, but the difference is like night and day—like a haze has been lifted from his eyes. Now, being able to truly focus on Vincent's features….

Cloud realizes abruptly that he's staring.

Snapping himself out of it, he struggles to push himself up from his sprawled-out position. A strong arm winds itself around his back, propping him up easily, and Cloud leans heavily into Vincent's support as he scans their surroundings.

It's hard to tell exactly how much damage he'd caused when this part of the library had already been destroyed to some extent, but now a fine dust coats every visible surface, gold and glittering. The pedestal lies in splinters, and the strange, broken orb that had rested on top—

Round and whole, it clinks as it slips from Cloud's slackened hand, rolling innocently to a stop by his thigh. Its flawless surface is reminiscent of a soap bubble, glossy and iridescent, lit from the inside with a haunting blue-green glow.

Vincent's breath catches. Cloud glances up just in time to catch the way Vincent stares down at it, eyes wide with an emotion too large and complex to name.

"What did you do?" Vincent repeats, this time as an awed whisper.

"Honestly… I'm not sure," Cloud admits. Scooping the orb back up, he tilts it back and forth between his fingers, inspecting the way the dim lighting glints off its surface. But no matter how long he studies it, it doesn't make things any clearer, and he gives up with a sigh, rising on shaky legs.

Vincent jerks to attention, scrambling to help him up, but Cloud halts him with a single hand extended in offering. "I think this is yours."

This time, Vincent stares up at Cloud, that same unnameable emotion flickering in his eyes. Then, quietly, he says, "You could keep it. I would not stop you."

Cloud looks down at the orb in his hands. He thinks about the way it had sat on the pedestal, cracked open like a nutshell. He thinks about the rift, ripped open like a bleeding wound in the fabric of the universe. He thinks about Vincent, trapped like a ghost in the manor that holds the worst memories of his life.

He never wants Vincent to be trapped again.

"It's yours," he says firmly, and he pushes it into Vincent's hands. When it makes contact with Vincent's skin, its gentle glow pulses, the blue-green lighting up in sharp contrast with his dark fingertips.

Vincent's claws curl hesitantly around it, a tiny marble in his hands, and his throat bobs as he swallows hard. "Cloud, whatever you're trying to accomplish, it will not—as you can see, I'm still… like this."

"Like what?" Cloud raises his chin in challenge.

"A monster." It bursts from Vincent's chest as if it were a terrible admission. "Cloud. Keep it. I have no other way to repay what you've done for me. Gods help me, if I could go back to the man I once was, if I could be what you deserved—"

"Vincent." Cloud grabs Vincent's hand, holding it safely closed. "I don't need any of that. I just want…."

Cloud pauses, because—to say he wants nothing from Vincent would be a lie, but he'd fallen in love with Vincent as he is now, not as he once was. Why would Cloud ever need him to go back in order to continue loving him?

In the end, all he can do is repeat what he'd told the being in the rift. "I just want you to be happy. Whatever that means for you."

Vincent is silent for a long moment. "And if that happiness is incredibly selfish?"

Cloud huffs, more breath than laughter. "I think you could stand to be a little more selfish sometimes."

"Ah. That's where you're mistaken." Vincent reaches up and ever-so-carefully cups Cloud's face in his large palm, the soft pad of his thumb running over his cheek. "I've always been selfish. That's just how I am."

"Well, I've always been into monsters." Cloud leans into Vincent's touch, eyes slipping shut. "I guess that's just how I am, too."

-

previous day

[getvalentined]

Monster/Proclivity ⚰️☁️⚰️ @strifentineweek Day 7

Contrary to his own assumptions—based mostly on extreme body dysphoria and self-loathing—Vincent's "condition" gives him a lot to offer to the right partner. Cloud has some unique interests that happen to make him a perfect option in that regard.

I don't think any Strifentine event is complete without a little monsterfucking, so here we are! Nothing visible because I couldn't get a pose that worked, but honestly I'm really happy with this.

[takenbynumbers]

and the final fic can be found HERE! this was such a blast and i love @getvalentined for not only organising this event but for creating such inspiring pieces!

[loveasachoice]

When they say, “you & what army?” I guess they’re talking about you & me Nobody will love you, nobody will love you like I do (I guess that’s half true)

Happy Valenstrife week! This is late, but it’s for the first prompt, “hidden.” It’s been ages ... I played the original FF7, but now I need to catch up with the rest of it.

[ @strifentineweek | Dark Meridian: otzipai-art dA | Vincent: whitemagesunny dA | Cloud: sab64 dA ]

[skadren]

strifentine week day 6. endearment / admission / "beginning to understand"

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Unfortunately, in a region like Nibelheim, warmer weather never lasts long, and summer soon gives way to autumn chill, followed shortly by the first snow. While they still spend indulgent days outside, those come few and far in between the heavier storms, and Cloud sets out to use his spare time to continue his more important investigations.

Thankfully, if there's anything he has plenty of right now, it's time.

Magical or not, a seal implies that it can be broken. There must be something hidden away in the manor that ties Vincent here. Cloud isn't arrogant enough to think he would be able to do anything about it that Vincent couldn't, but…

Penance, Vincent had called it. Somehow, Cloud doesn't get the feeling that Vincent has even tried.

Oddly enough, Vincent himself never pries into what Cloud may or may not be doing. Certainly he must be aware of Cloud's explorations; sometimes it seems like he's aware of everything that happens on the manor's grounds. But maybe he thinks Cloud is finally settling in, branching out from his initial hesitation to leave the spaces between his designated bedroom and the library.

That… isn't entirely untrue, anyways. Vincent doesn't seem to stray from a few specific areas of the manor, either, and Cloud had never found reason to linger anywhere else even after he'd explored it. Without Vincent's presence, the vast spaces seem far more imposing. Hostile.

That's the only word that Cloud can think of to describe the basement that he finds hidden away behind a fake wall and down a long, spiraling staircase. Cold and dark and hostile, with a stale air that invades his lungs, leaving him oddly short of breath as he descends.

Without a doubt, this is what he's looking for. The fact that it was hidden is proof enough.

At first, it seems like just another library. The books are damp and mildewed, the pages crumbling underneath his fingers when he opens one to leaf through it. With a start, Cloud realizes that they aren't just regular books; the text inside is handwritten and spidery, the ink stained and blurred with age. Although the old script is difficult to decipher, he pieces together enough it turns his blood cold.

They're journals. Documentation of what had happened, laid bare in dispassionate detail, and Cloud slams it shut, sneezing as a puff of dust rises into the air. Even with that brief glance, it feels like he's just committed a massive invasion of Vincent's privacy.

But—is that something he'll have to do in order to achieve his mission? Is that a boundary he's willing to overstep?

Would Vincent stop him?

Cloud looks back at the shelves full of books lined up one after another, each page carrying the weight of what was done to Vincent. His heart sinks in his chest. Still, he forges on.

At the very back of the room, Cloud finds it: a charred, cratered space, shelves toppled and burnt, scorch marks decorating the walls. In the very center lies a pedestal, deceptively intact; atop the pedestal, a glowing, glassy orb, about fist-sized, shattered in two. From the orb emerges a swirling rift, ink-black yet iridescent. When Cloud stares at it too long, he catches a flicker of a chasm of void and stars inside, leaving him dizzy and breathless.

A shimmering gold array surrounds the pedestal, forming a translucent barrier. Inside, golden chains lashed to the walls bind the rift in place, and as Cloud watches, it twists and pulses. Its edges shrink in on themselves before catching as the chains pull taught, as if—

Trapped.

The chains don't keep the rift in, they keep it from going away. As if even long after their deaths, the researchers had wanted to leave it open for their work to be continued.

The ice in Cloud's veins turns white-hot with a blinding rage. Unthinking of any consequences, he storms forward, the barrier rippling as it parts with no resistance. It settles back shut behind him like a curtain, and—

Everything goes silent.

The attention of whatever lies inside the rift isn't dissimilar to the weight of Vincent's, but it seems magnified a thousandfold, pressing in on all sides until even the air vanishes from Cloud's lungs. Although he can't tell if it's truly sentient or not, it certainly seems aware, watching Cloud and… waiting.

Expectant.

Think. Cloud has to think, and quickly—because his impulsivity has once more gotten him into a situation where he is in way over his head. In his mind's eye, clear as day, his ma shakes her head with a sigh, more fond than truly disappointed, because he's always been like this, hasn't he?

His ma. Her story. Vincent's story. Based on what Vincent had said, his power to grant wishes is tied to the being that the researchers had summoned. A demon, or something like it, and the power to make deals—but at the cost of something else.

Always at a cost.

Cloud can't fuck this one up. This time, he doesn't have Vincent—Vincent, who tries to hold himself aloof but still cares far too much. Vincent, who had not only come up with a loophole to keep both Cloud and his ma alive, but had also taken his ma's happiness into account as well.

A loophole….

Cloud wets his dry lips and takes a step forward. "I want to close the rift. I want Vincent to be free."

The heavy attention sharpens, no longer a dull bludgeon on all sides, but a knife's blade. Gasping in pain, Cloud can't help but double over, but he grits his teeth and continues.

"Vincent will lose his powers. That's payment," he argues. "It's good for you, too, isn't it? You get to go back to wherever you came from. Isn't that enough?"

This time, a distinct and baffling sense of amusement radiates from the being, and something reaches out and touches Cloud's mind, dragging forward a memory—

("You can read minds?"

"Not quite. Only in relation to fulfilling our… as you called it, deal.")

That upwards curl of Vincent's lip during their first meeting… It's been over a year now. And over that year, Cloud has seen it aimed at him many times—that very same sense of fond amusement.

He'd forgotten such an important aspect of Vincent's power: that he had read Cloud's true desire. He'd seen a snapshot of Cloud's heart from the very beginning.

The knifelike attention ebbs. For the first time, Cloud can truly breathe, but something else heavy sticks in his throat instead.

He knows what it wants.

"I… love Vincent," he admits hoarsely, painfully. Then, again, "I love him. I wish I could be with him, but I—I just want him to be happy. Whatever that means to him."

A beat of silence, then the golden chains shatter. As the shards rain down around him, Cloud thinks he catches a hint of wild, raucous laughter, echoing everywhere and nowhere around him.

Then the world goes dark.

-

previous day | next day

[getvalentined]

Endearment/Admission ⚰️☁️⚰️ @strifentineweek Day 6

While Vincent is less likely to initiate, I like to think he's much more aggressive than most people assume based on his general demeanor. (Cloud certainly wasn't expecting it, but he's not complaining.)

[takenbynumbers]

and here's the fic to go with it!

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