Honor and Dreams

Angeal Hewley, formerly of Shinra, Commander and SOLDIER 1st Class. It seems the Planet has brought me back, though without clear instructions.

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Stained White Wings || AU || Honorablecommander

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WARNING: This RP will contain character death, psychological issues, corporal punishment, torture, violence, blood Warning: This will contain a mentally unstable Angeal Hewley and a Stockholm Syndrome Cloud Strife If you do not want this on your Dash, PLEASE BLACKLIST ‘Stained White Wings’

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A rebuttal was on the tip of his tongue, ready to lash out at the inconsistencies, to argue, but he kept himself reigned. He could see the precarious situation he was already entangled in and he didn’t want to make it worse for himself. He hated this. He was never strong enough to do what he wanted to do. He couldn’t save Zack, he couldn’t kill his captor, and he couldn’t even save himself. Truly pathetic of him, the blond shivered, biting at his lip, the tic betraying his nervousness.

A niggling thought bothered him though. Was the ex-Commander correct? Would ShinRa believe that he had done it? Would they think that he was Zack’s killer? Somehow, that was even worse than knowing Zack was dead. To be made responsible for his friend’s death while he was held captive by the actual killer… That sort of knowledge made his stomach sink, the pie settling uncomfortably in his gut.

He wished that this could have been solved peacefully, but once he signed his name on that dotted line and signed his life away to the army, peace was something he had denied himself. Military life was harsh but he had done his best, but it was hectic, full of backstabbing and brown-nosing. However, nothing he learned could have prepared him for what was happening to him now.

He bowed his head, his only security, the shadows afforded to him by the hanging of his bangs. No words left his mouth; Cloud was afraid if he tried, only tears would come out and that would have just made it more humiliating for himself. A silent, temporary, submission was what this was. He needed more time to gather his thoughts.

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Angeal watched as the boy's expression and posture changed from angry to defeated, as he slowly slumped forward and bowed his head. A grin curled onto his face; this was good progress, his prize was finally learning to submit from words alone, without the threat of physical pain. Beating and injuring him was fun, but for this to truly be successful, he needed the boy to be able to be cut down by just words alone. That was the mark of a true successful submission, and complete and utter control of his prize would follow shortly after.

The escape was unfortunate and an error on his part, but he knew now to keep the doors locked from both the inside and the outside. The visit to his mother wouldn't be a commonly recurring thing, especially as the days ticked by and the chances of Genesis and Sephiroth scouting Banora to find him increased. Whether they'd tell his mother the truth or try to spare her from the knowledge of what her son had done was yet to be told, but his former friends were not stupid. They must have known that he'd come here, because the list of places in the world he could hide were slim. The real question was would his control over Cloud be strong enough when they came? Would he go to them instantly, or fight to stay with his captor?

If Genesis was truly working with Shinra and Sephiroth again (and all signs pointed to yes, that he'd been offered his cure and gone crawling back for it, desperation to live outweighing his usual pride), Angeal had no hope of defeating them two against one in a battle. His prize certainly had immense potential, but he was still just a small unenhanced boy, and they wouldn't be able to work on swordplay until he'd been fully broken in. Time was against them, and Angeal knew that his degredation would only get worse as time went on; pretty soon, fighting would become a struggle.

If Genesis truly was cured, that means Angeal could receive the cure as well, and go back to his life with his friends. Maybe that would have been his chosen path before Zack's death, but now there was no going back. He'd made his choice to kill the puppy, and claim his prize, and it would have to be the path he followed until his death. Genesis had convinced him that their degredation required defection and war against Shinra in the first place, and now he'd gone back with his tail between his legs? What a disgusting betrayal.

His eyes settled on the bruised blonde before him, still staring dejectedly at the floor. "Tell me that you will not try to leave again. Your place is here with me, and I will not tolerate another betrayal."

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Bitten Brethren || AU || honorablecommander

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Cloud’s eyes widened as Zack nonchalantly mentioned that he had been bitten by Angeal, but for an entirely different reason he had been bitten. He subconsciously rubbed the conspicuous bite marks that adorned his forearm, wincing even when no pain jumped out at him. It had been painful the first few nights, though it had faded away, leaving only four thin white scars. They symbolized what he was now. Gaining these things changed his life, changed his species and DNA while it was at it as well.

Hearing those words from the larger male did bring him a sort of relief though. A pity that relief also came along with sadness. Family. His mother. Ma. How long has it been now? A week? More? She would definitely know that he was gone now and probably also thought he was dead. There was nothing more that he wanted than to leave this place and return to her, to hug her, to comfort her. He missed her and his heart hurt more than he was willing to admit. His eighteenth birthday hadn’t been that far off; he was an adult now. Adults weren’t supposed to cry. 

The sadness was swallowed up by a different feeling all of a sudden. A hand squeezed his and he blinked at the warm sensation it brought. He looked up, eyes meeting the affectionate blue eyes of Zack who only smiled at him.

He really meant it, didn’t he? The whole thing about being family and whatnot. The blond found it difficult to believe it was that easy. He had never been someone people liked and definitely not someone who made friends. Yet here was this guy who he’s known for maybe five minutes and called him family, just like Angeal called him pack. It was.. nice. It kinda sucked that the only way he gained acceptance from others was by changing species and all that though. He lightly squeezed Zack’s hand back, noticing that his fingers were so much shorter than the other’s. Well, now that he took another look at the man, he noted that he was just.. bigger. Not as big as Angeal. He doubted anyone was bigger than Angeal, but Zack was pretty big as well. 

“Thank you,” His words were soft still, rusty from disuse, “Thank you for welcoming me, Zack.” He didn’t feel weird about using the other’s name, like he did for Angeal’s. The Alpha was simply that much more scary and intimidating. Bowing his head, in Angeal’s direction was the most he could do; he hoped his gesture’s meaning got across. He carefully de-tangled his hand from Zack’s, planting it into his own lap, nearly sitting on it. “But now,” Voice held a measure of confusion and distress, “I don’t know what to do. I’m here in your territory now and not in Sephiroth’s. I don’t know what’s required of me or anything.”

Zack looked over at Angeal, also curious about why the blond was there. Anger had rushed through him when his Alpha had informed him about what happened to Cloud. He had kept it in control though, knowing that his role as Beta was needed. It still left a bitter taste in his mouth though. He’d definitely have some questions to ask the silver Alpha the next time they met. Knowing Angeal, he had meddled into the situation, but it didn’t explain why Cloud was sitting right there, in the Alpha’s cabin, no less.

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Cloud was speaking now, and that in itself was progress. He'd had a very drastic, and dramatic life change recently and Angeal couldn't blame him for being a bit frightened. He couldn't thank Zack enough for sensing that he was needed and showing up to help; surely his beta's encouragement was a big factor in this blonde beginning to open up to them. The only Were he'd ever coached through a transition was Zack, and he wasn't exactly the most typical person to have gone through this ordeal, and therefore hadn't had very many typical reactions.

Still, he was the Alpha here, and he'd taken responsibiity for Cloud. It was his job to instruct him and make him feel safe. "Nothing's required of you, Cloud. Sephiroth could tell that you were uncomfortable around him, and I thought that you might feel better here with my pack."

"You've got a lot to learn about being one of us, man. Trust me, you'd rather have Angeal as a teacher than Sephiroth any day," Zack interjected, winking at Cloud as he cut his Alpha off.

"Right. Our only goal is to make you feel comfortable with yourself, and your new form. We do things differently than you're used to." Angeal didn't bother to feign annoyance at Zack's intrustion. It was a longstanding joke between them that Zack could only exasperate and annoy, but Cloud wouldn't get it for the act it was.

"We don't want to change you or anything either, we just want to show you how we do things in the woods. Take you under our werewolf paws and howl you the song of our people, as it were." Zack promptly shifted into his sleek, scarred wolf form and butted at Cloud's hand like a puppy looking to be petted. Then he sat back on his haunches and howled playfully, tail beating happily against the sole of Cloud's bare foot.

Angeal grimaced at him this time. "Zack's a knuckle head, but he's right. We simply want to do our best to teach you, and help you adjust. When you've learned how to live among us, your future is your choice."

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Stained White Wings || AU || Honorablecommander

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WARNING: This RP will contain character death, psychological issues, corporal punishment, torture, violence, blood Warning: This will contain a mentally unstable Angeal Hewley and a Stockholm Syndrome Cloud Strife If you do not want this on your Dash, PLEASE BLACKLIST ‘Stained White Wings’ -

Cloud bit his lip, knowing he was in for a world of hurt and pain. Once the back of his head hit the wall, he had his eyes closed, the image of the clear skies and open fields still in his sight. He had been so close, yet so far. Having that slim chance to escape in his own two hands and then watching it slip in between his fingers had to be one of the worst feelings he had ever felt. Then again, having his borrowed clothes ripped off also constituted as a horrible feeling. In general, his situation sucked and now that he fucked up his escape plan, the chances of his getting away successfully was nearing nil. Hearing those words spoken to him again made him growl inadvertently. It made him angry, though he could feel that there was a grain of truth in there somewhere. Everyone loved Zack. Even before he had met him, he had heard of the amiable Second Class SOLDIER. Most of his superiors spoke of him with a fondness in their eyes, called him their friend. When they found out it was he that let Zack die, he would be shunned, or even worse, kicked out. And he’d deserve it as well. He could have never matched up to the SOLDIER; not in personality and definitely not in looks. Not even in height, he mused to himself with mirth. Though that was the truth, it didn’t mean he wanted to hear it from the man he found he was hating the most; especially not from the man he hated most. His teeth gritted and then bared, a mockery of a snarling animal. “And you killed him.” Cloud’s voice was soft and full of pent of anger, though he knew better than to try to throw his fists about, content to throw words instead, “You killed the hero.”

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As much as he was looking forward to breaking the spirit in this young man, Angeal couldn't deny that he enjoyed the spunk in his eyes when he tried to argue with him. It was frustrating, and sometimes infuriating, but that's what made it a challenge. He wouldn't be interested in this boy if it wasn't for the fight in his soul, as inconvienet as it was at most times.

"You could tell that to anyone in Midgar, and no one would believe you. Zack was my special puppy student, and he hung on every word that I ever said. Genesis could have killed him just as easily. Hell, you could have accidentally shot him, as poor as your aim is. No one would ever believe that I killed him, but they'd easily accept you as a scapegoat. After all, I'm a hero too."

And he was, once, though he'd never liked people calling him one. A hero didn't murder innocents, after all. It was hard to remember now, but there had been days during and after the war that his actions there had bothered him. He couldn't remember why, now, and he wasn't sure why his memory seemed so hazy. Now he knew the truth, that some people needed to die for him to achieve his goals, and there was nothing wrong with that. Zack was one of them, and maybe his prize would be, though he hoped that wouldn't have to happen. He was growing fond of him, in a strange way. He hoped that the boy would break, instead of needing to be killed. It would be hard to find another prize, though he wasn't going to let him know that.

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Angel's Redemption || honorablecommander

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Cloud had been in the process of sampling the lasagna as Angeal posed a question. Fork in between his lips, steamy cheesy pasta noodles in his mouth, he relished the delightful tastes as he pondered on a reply. It was really hard to think when his tongue did a fabulous tap-dance due to the immense flavor of the lasagna spreading all over. The blond had never had this, but he always trusted Tifa’s opinion and he had no regrets in asking his roommate to cook this up for dinner. It was just delicious and the man took the chance to fork another mouthful of the lasagna into his mouth before swallowing so he could reply.

“It’s really good,” His voice was thoughtful, denoted by his pose as well; head tilted and his other arm propping his head up. There were still traces of sleep in his eyes and he quickly rubbed them away, then rushing a hand through his sleep-mused hair to try to fix it. He knew how messy his hair could be after he woke up; Cid had mentioned it before, cigarette already hanging from his lips early in the morning. Well it wasn’t his fault that his hair did weird things whenever he slept with a pillow. With one last swipe at his blond spikes, he focused on the plate in front of him again, using his fork to section out a small bite, “Thank you for making it. You’re a wonderful cook.”

He carefully studied Angeal as he slowly ate. To someone like himself, being one that liked to think and ruminate, it was obvious that the other man had something on his mind. It was a bit nosy of him, but he wondered what it could be? He genuinely hoped that Angeal had not found a new place to stay already. He liked him here. Having the other around made him feel safe and there was the plus that was the fact that he was wonderful at cooking. He was also very warm in his bed and gave very nice hugs during that night where he had that nightmare. And he was just.. nice. Nice to be around, nice to talk to, and nice to look at even. 

He picked up the slice of toast and took a deep breath, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of the warm and rich butter. It smelled heavenly and Cloud made a noise of pleasure as he bit into it, teeth crunching into the perfectly browned toast. Delicious. It was like everything that Angeal touched became tasty and Cloud found he had no issue with that.

“Really really good,” He found himself mumbling, toast hanging from his mouth before he took another bite out of it. Chewing slowly, he set down the rest of the unfinished toast, picking up the fork, parting another bite-sized piece of lasagna out, “You could easily become a cook. Run a restaurant or something.”

The blond noticed nothing of Angeal’s slip of tongue, so out of it he was from his short nap. His blue eyes watched the taller man, unaware that it was likely rude to do so. After a few seconds of silence, he went back to eating. It took him a while, but he finished his entire plate, quickly shoving the last piece of buttered toast into the maw he called his mouth. If he could eat like this every night, he wouldn’t ever have to get those calls from Tifa asking if he remembered to eat again. It was impossible to resist Angeal’s food after all. 

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Angeal smiled, relieved that Cloud seemed to enjoy his meal so much, and hadn’t mentioned his awkward slip of the tongue. Maybe he couldn’t flirt properly, but at least this was something that he could do right. The look on people’s faces while enjoying his food had always been somewhat of a confidence booster, even more so when it was someone that he was somewhat trying to impress. It had been a very, very long time since he’d had a proper crush on someone, and it made him feel like a silly teenager. That made it easier to dismiss the feelings and push them aside, but he couldn’t deny the way Cloud’s approval made his chest feel a bit lighter. It was silly and inconvenient, but he doubt it would go away. No, he’d tried that last time, to cram feelings into a box and label them as something else. At the time it was because they were boys, and best friends, and different in so many ways that lead to his being turned down. 

It hadn’t worked out between Genesis and himself, but there’d been no hard feelings there, at least not over the break up. Still, Angeal had focused more on his training and his career than his interpersonal relationships, and though he’d had several trysts and encounters in the years that followed, he’d never quite felt any real feelings for anyone. It was strange, and not entirely welcome, but there was just something about Cloud that had piqued his interest. Maybe it was his physicality, his easy but quiet personality, or the way that his compliments affected Angeal’s blood pressure.

“I prefer to cook as a hobby,” he explained, pausing as his fork clicked against the edge of his plate. “It’s something I used to do with my mother, so it always reminds me of her. Besides, I like a job where I can make a difference. Cooking is great, and I enjoy it, but it doesn’t make the kind of impact that I’d like.” The way SOLDIER did was the uncomfortable follow up that thrummed in the silence between them, trapped in his throat and unable to escape. He’d joined with so many dreams, dreams of helping people and ridding the world of it’s enemies, and becoming a silent hero. He didn’t crave the attention the way that Genesis did, or even capture it in the way that Sephiroth unwillingly had. He was his happiest doing his good deeds in the background. 

But those good deeds had been short lived. Instead of ending suffering he’d began to create it, and for as long as he lived he’d never erase the pain of Zack’s from behind his eyelids. It was impossible to play “what if” and truly know what might have occurred, but that didn’t stop him from wondering if things might have been different, had he made better choices. If he’d been there for Sephiroth, for Zack, for SOLDIER. If he’d been sent as Sephiroth’s backup instead of Zack, if his student hadn’t been forced to grow up so sharply, if he’d been there to keep his friend from falling to pieces. Maybe he could have saved Cloud from the horrors he’d faced, though they hadn’t discussed them. They probably never would, but Angeal wouldn’t forget. 

Guilt was a heavy emotion, but nothing could stand up to the budding joy of beginning to really like someone. Looking at Cloud’s hair, even messier than usual, and the way he slumped his head on his hand so that he wouldn’t have to hold it up, was more than a little endearing, and enough to push those what ifs out of his mind. The only thing worth considering right now was the future, and what his second chance had in store for him. Hopefully, it would include plenty of the man in front of him. 

“Seems like you slept well,” he commented. “No more nightmares?” 

And hey, maybe he was getting smoother as this flirting business too. 

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Fun at the Fair || honorablecommander

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Cloud wanted to protest when he felt Angeal coming nearer; his boyfriend always had that powerful presence that was almost smothering, but not. It would feel like a great shadow was coming up behind him, inching slowly, but never felt dangerous. (Unless he had happened to fall into one of Zack’s more.. dangerous pranks, at least.) He didn’t need any help here; he could totally do this.

However, it was Angeal’s money that was passed into the man’s hand, so Cloud plastered a pout to his face as he paid attention to his boyfriend’s words. The tall man was a teacher at heart and he was wonderful at spreading knowledge. He never felt ashamed when he had to ask Angeal for help with anything, though that wasn’t true initially. Even the blond cadet had to admit that he was a hard-headed person and stubborn to a harsh degree, believing that he didn’t need any help for most anything. It took him months upon months before he voluntarily went to his boyfriend for help on even his studies. Curses to Nibelheim for having such a horrible schooling system.

Angeal’s hands were warm on his wrist, but he ignored that as his arms were raised in position. The words he heard, he committed to memory. He was going to wield a broadsword one day, just like his boyfriend and like Zack. This would be good practice and he’d even get something if he managed to get the bell to ring and he wanted it to. Angeal always did so much for him, always helped him if he asked, always cooked him healthy food, and even always indulged him in bedtime stories. It was time he gave back. 

Hammer held high, he breathed in, repeating the words heard to himself. He could do this. 

And down the hammer came, all the power he could put behind it, a force of it’s own.

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Angeal was willing to be patient and let Cloud try as many times as he needed until he succeeded, he knew what kind of a confidence boost it would be for him. Confidence was always something that Cloud could use more of, after all. Still, as Cloud failed twice more in a row, he could see what confidence he did have begin to waver. He was getting it so close, close enough that Angeal was definitely suspecting foul play by the carnival worker in an attempt to get more gil out of people. But he was willing to bet that Cloud wasn’t thinking about that, only about his inability to get it up those final few inches to ring the bell. 

“Cloud,” he urged, “stay focused. If you let yourself believe that you can’t do it, then you won’t. If you channel your stubbornness into it then I know you can do anything.” He leaned forward and put his hand on Cloud’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “I want to see you do it, because I know that you can.” 

And he could, if he had enough confidence. Cloud was the type of person to do something again and again until he succeeded, or died trying. Even if he’d completely given up on himself--which meant that he no longer had a chance, because that inner drive wasn't pushing him further--he was going to keep going. It was one of the most endearing and incredible thing about him, his amazing determination and his refusal to ever stop. 

Getting that confidence boost was vital. He needed the encouragement, and that was okay. Angeal loved encouraging him, he loved teaching and explaining things to Cloud, and watching him change when things finally happened for him or clicked into place. It was a privilege, a gift, and he watched Cloud get ready to swing. He looked so serious, like he was fighting a monster or taking an exam, not like he was playing a fair game with a stuffed animal for a prize. “You can do this,” he whispered as the hammer swung, and the bell at the top gave a loud, satisfying trill. 

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Bitten Brethren || AU || honorablecommander

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This new person.. No, not person. A wolf named Zack. Zack seemed friendly with his smile and bright eyes, his long black spikes smoothed out for a suave look, a few strands in the front forming a cowlick of sorts. He seemed.. nice.

Cloud slowly reached out his hand, half expecting his own hand to be that furry paw he had come to this location with. To his grateful surprise, his hand was perfectly furless and very much human-like. A rough hand with apparent calluses shook his own when he slid his much smaller one into the larger one offered. He stayed silent for a few seconds, not sure whether or not to speak, hand still snugged in the other’s light yet gentle grip.

Boss. That’s what this new wolf called Angeal. That word carried weight with it, despite the ease of which it was said, he knew. 

Alpha

That’s what Angeal was for Zack and for the rest of the wolves he had seen just before outside. From what he knew, being the Alpha meant power over everyone else. He remembered when the large black wolf Angeal could shift into had his jaws around his throat and how he felt fear and the intense urge to submit himself and grovel. It had been scary. It had been Angeal the Alpha. 

“It’s.. nice to meet you,” Cloud spoke, voice still a bit raspy from disuse from when he had been living with Sephiroth, “I guess being able to turn into a wolf is kinda neat..?” He wanted to cringe at his words right after he had said them, so weak and questioning his tone was. He was scared. Was everything he did or said going to inadvertently portray that? Blue eyes quickly stole a glance at the larger man standing there next to the kneeling Zack. He slipped his hand from Zack’s with no difficulty, almost immediately missing the warmth that hand offered. 

“I.. I’m not hungry,” He flinched slightly, expecting a snarl in his face for refusing food when it had been offered. Sephiroth had been adamant in feeding him, even when Cloud had refused to eat as a method of rebellion, “I’m fine.” 

“Hey, hey,” A warmth covered the blond’s hand once again; Cloud opened his eyes a bit, confused at the feeling, and then confused when he saw Zack’s hand patting his own that he had retreated back into his lap, “You can eat when you’re hungry. Angeal isn’t going to hurt you either. You’re part of our pack now. We’re family.”

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Angeal watched with gratitude as Zack interacted so gently with Cloud, doing his best to put his fears to rest. It was something so unique to Zack, this ability to comfort and understand, all the while acting like the lovable idiot. This was one of the many situations he was so grateful to have Zack as a Beta and a friend; his worth to the pack was immeasurable. Between acting as a bridge between their pack and human society, and offering emotional comfort to those who needed it, he was as vital to them as Angeal was. 

He could still remember the day they met. Zack had been young, years younger than Cloud was now, and had wandered a bit too far into the woods, and ran into a little wolf pup. He didn’t realize that of course the pup’s mother wasn’t far behind, and he’d picked up the little one, cooing over how cute it was. That’s when he’d been attacked by a snarling, outrage mother, who nearly ripped the left side of his face off. Angeal had been a teenager himself, hunting nearby, when he heard the screams and ran off to investigate. He’d charged the female, wrestling her to the ground, and clamped his teeth into one of her legs. These wolves were only wolves, lacking Angeal’s superior intelligence, and even an adult female was smaller than Angeal’s adolescent form. Blood gushed into his mouth and the female cried and began to thrash, so he let her go. As he’d hoped, she turned tail and ran, herding her pup quickly away from this threat that she knew she could not hope to defeat. 

Angeal turned to the kid on the ground, small and pale and scared. He was clutching his cheek with weak arms, eyes clouded with tears as the nasty wound continued to bleed. “Thanks,” he whispered, before he passed out, perhaps from the combination of pain, blood loss, and terror. Angeal had to act quickly. He knew that this boy wouldn’t survive a trip through the forest to a human hospital. There was only one way to safe his life, and it terrified him. It had to be done sometimes, biting humans. It was how their species grew, after all. But this was a kid...still, he’d be better off bitten than dead. 

Scared and unsure, Angeal lowered his head and bit down at the junction of the boy’s neck and shoulder. He began to shake, but Angeal didn’t pull away. He’d never done this before, but it was as instinctive as hunting and running. It was a part of who he was. Unlike the bite from the female wolf, which would kill him sooner rather than later if left to bleed out, this bite was going to change his genetic makeup and save his life. Minutes later, the boy’s body went very still, and Angeal knew he’d done it. He sat on his haunches and howled, a call to his mother, his friends, anyone, to come and help him. 

His mother--and it still hurt to think of her sometimes, he missed her so--arrived to a newly bitten were and her son shaking like a leaf. She’d taken over as the pack’s Alpha when her mate had died, and one day she knew that Angeal would be the one to replace her, but now he just looked like the scared kid that he was. With her help they brought Zack home, and Angeal waited a vigil by his side until he woke up, apologies on the tip of his tongue. He survived, but not without a scar just above his jawline. Zack, however, didn’t take his transformation with the same dread and fear that one day Cloud would. He was excited, and he threw an arm around Angeal’s neck, thanking him for saving his life. When he shifted he was jet black, but he was so small, practically still a puppy with huge paws that he’d grow into one day. He followed Angeal around just like a pup, and it didn’t take long for him to earn the frustrated but affectionate nickname, Puppy, even when he grew into those paws and almost to Angeal’s height. 

They’d been a team ever since. If anyone could sooth Cloud’s nerves, it would be Zack, he was sure of it. He was right, they’d been family from the moment his teeth sank into Zack’s skin, and now Cloud was here to join their pack, hesitant though he may have been. “Sephiroth bit him, and was keeping him cooped up in a tent. He means well, I’m sure, but I don’t blame Cloud for being a little scared.” 

Angeal could read Zack well enough to see that he was angry with this news, but he kept his cool. “Man, we do things differently here. Angeal bit me to save my life, and he taught me how to adjust, even when I was scared. We’re gonna help you too.” 

“You’re family now Cloud, just as he said. No one hurts my pack, not even Sephiroth. As long as you’re here, you’re safe.” 

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Stained White Wings || AU || Honorablecommander

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WARNING: This RP will contain character death, psychological issues, corporal punishment, torture, violence, blood

Warning: This will contain a mentally unstable Angeal Hewley and a Stockholm Syndrome Cloud Strife

If you do not want this on your Dash, PLEASE BLACKLIST ‘Stained White Wings’

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It felt like he was being brought to a death row, except worse cause he would be the sole reason his captor’s mother would die if he screwed up on anything else today. He already had Zack’s blood on his hands, he couldn’t have anymore, he couldn’t. The blond squirmed, keeping his wrists still but trying to shift his pelvis so that it could at least hurt less. He needed that part of his body, probably. Well, he didn’t want to lose a part of his body due to pain at least.

The words that the taller man spoke made him angry, however he knew that in the situation he was in now, he literally could not afford to show his anger. He opened his mouth a bit, swallowing saliva to wet his suddenly parched throat. He was scared again, he whimsically thought to himself. Blue eyes gave a sideways glance at the closed door, before closing. Head bowed and with a low voice, he spat out, “I understand.”

Wincing as his wrists were squeezed roughly and then let go, the blond peeked his eyes open again shifting uncomfortably when the knee jabbed again before moving away. He glanced suspiciously at his captor before reaching out to push the door open. The faster he could get this done, the faster he could save this woman’s life and his own in the process. And that had to be worth something, right? 

The ex-Commander’s mother greeted them warmly and Cloud gave her a shaky smile as he explained how the plumbing seemed to be working perfectly fine. He hoped that his nerves wouldn’t betray him in the middle of this farce. The inside of this house wouldn’t look good covered in blood and this nice lady was an innocent. An innocent, just like Zack. The Zack that was gone, the Zack that had died. Except he wouldn’t let this innocent die. He wouldn’t let another person be killed by his captor. 

His captor was a sick, sick man and powerful enough to destroy buildings with a finger flick, or so he heard in the barracks. SOLDIERs were dangerous and Cloud knew that the chances of him escaping unscathed were lowering each and every day. But he was sure he could do it. After all, he did it this time and he had gotten fairly far. He was just unlucky this time and chose to knock on the wrong door. Next time he’d just go and risk his luck in the wild; he could survive in the wild. He’d done it plenty of times as a kid and he only gained more experience since then. He nodded to himself as he heard his captor mention that the pilot was waiting.

“T-thank you for the pie, it was delicious,” The blond managed to say, swallowing the panicked words that would have ended their loves, “Thank you very much for your hospitality, but we really have to go now, I mean, you know, our mission is very important.” She patted his shoulder, giving his captor another smile, and expressed her condolences that they couldn’t stay longer. The larger man fended off each and every of her questions masterfully, he had to admit. This man was a master at this.

In a few minutes they were outside of the little house and Cloud glanced up at the man standing next to him. Trying to read him was impossible though. He couldn’t figure out if what he did had saved their lives or not, so difficult it was to understand fully what a frown could mean. The ex-Commander started to walk and the young trooper followed obediently, not knowing when they were out of range from prying eyes.

Walking back to his prison felt horrible. He had dazed off while walking and it felt too soon that they reached back to that familiar door. Blue eyes glanced up again, fear apparent this time around. He didn’t want to go in, not again. He didn’t want to be stuck in that house forever.

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“Inside, now.” Angeal unlocked the multitude of locks on the front door and, despite his words, didn’t give his prize a chance to walk back in by himself. Instead, he grabbed the boy by the back of the collar and threw him in. Slamming the door behind him, he picked up the blonde and backed him up to the wall, similar to the way he’d done in his mother’s bathroom. “You will never escape,” he growled, each word punctuated by a thud as he smacked the boy’s head against the wall. “I’m smarter than you, stronger than you, and faster than you. If you ever try this again, I will find you, and I will make you suffer for it.” He took a moment to rip off the clothing that had most likely been stolen, because he’d never seen them before. The shirt pulled away easily and he tossed the ripped fabric over his shoulder. The cheaply stitched pants weren’t a problem either, and soon his prize was naked and vulnerable once again. 

“No one wants you back, anyway. They haven’t even come searching for you, just a little trooper killed in action, no one important. Even if you did get to Midgar, they’d ostracize you when they found out that you’re the one who let Zack die. He was a hero, and you’re just a good for nothing grunt who wasn’t strong enough to save him.” 

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Angel's Redemption || honorablecommander

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Cloud drifted off easily, Angeal’s reply and echoing footfalls fading into the background of his mind. He was pleased that it didn’t seem like he would have any dreams this time, but his happy thoughts were cut down by a quick slash of a familiar blade. He didn’t have to look to know who it was. Almost a record, having dreams featuring both Zack and Sephiroth in one week. Just needed one more person and the dead-people-he-once-knew triad would be complete.

He opened his mouth, ready to snap out some of his annoyance at the silver-haired man, but no sound came out. Shutting mouth with an inaudible click, he looked away crossly. He knew how this worked; all his dreams worked like this. He would meet his enemy and Masamune would impale him. That was literally it. He braced himself in anticipation for the first strike and blinked his eyes open in surprise when he felt the well-worn leather glove smooth itself over his cheek.

Sephiroth was close, more close than he had ever been before. Usually the length of Masamune separated them, but this time, he could not see that famed blade anywhere nearby though he was sure that it almost cut him down a second ago. Having the taller man stand in front of him was slightly intimidating, much like standing next to Angeal actually. At that thought, Sephiroth frowned, facial features melting and melding into the more harsh and edged face of his house guest.

Angeal’s frown was a sight to behold in all its glory. The hand still against his cheek made it feel more like disappoint rather than anger though. He peeked up, suddenly feeling bashful for some strange reason, but met the blue eyes of Zack instead of the darker blue eyes he was expecting to see. The hand traveled down lower, landing itself onto his shoulder. A smile. A pure smile.

You’re my living legacy, Cloud. But still, you’re allowed to be happy.

But I am happy. Aren’t I?

You gotta let yourself go and feel to be happy.

Easier said than done.

I know that, but just try. I’m sure you’ll be impressed with your own efforts. And you have someone looking out for you this time. Take care of him!

Zack. No, wait.

The taller man didn’t reply, only waving as he faded away, the reassuring weight of his hand disappearing with his presence. He heard a banging sound. Groaning, he squinted his eyes open, briefly wondering who that was before sniffing the air. Delicious scents assaulted his nose and he instantly became more awake. He swung himself off his bed and opened the door eagerly, dream shoved to the back of his mind for later perusal. “Ready.”

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Angeal’s first thought was that Cloud’s straight out of bed, messy hair look was adorable, but he quickly banished that from his mind. He was standing right in front of the man, after all. Of course…they had spent one night cuddling, so maybe the thought wasn’t entirely inappropriate.  He could easily remember how nice it had felt to fall asleep next to the man, and wake up in a tangle of limbs together. Earlier he’d wanted to let himself into the room so that they could nap together, but he didn’t dare. They hadn’t really discussed it, and he wasn’t sure how comfortable Cloud felt with the idea. Even though Cloud was sending off strange mixed signals, Angeal had never been particularly good with romance, and he knew that he could be reading into things, especially given Cloud’s attractiveness. Honor and respect for the man who’d given him a place to live and bought the clothes on his back prevented him from exploring the possibility of a relationship further. He didn’t even know if Cloud was interested in men, maybe that lube had been some sort of strange joke.

 “The lasagna’s been in the oven so it should still be warm, and I buttered some toast for us. It’s much better with garlic bread, but I didn’t think about it until it was too late. We can have some next time, if you like it.” He headed into the kitchen and gestured for Cloud to go ahead and sit while he served him. He didn’t know how hungry the man was, and served him a small portion, and a piece of toast on the side of his plate. “You can always get more if you want, but this should be enough to decide if you like it or not.”

 Even as he set Cloud’s plate in front of him and began to fix his own it seemed that he couldn’t get the idea of romancing Strife off of his mind. Maybe…maybe he should test the waters a bit? Try to figure out if Cloud was even into men. That was a good place to start. He’d just have to bring it up in casual conversation…somehow. Genesis had always been the smooth one, and he’d just tagged along, preferring to stay silent unless he had something important to say, lest he tripped over his words and made a fool of himself. Zack flirted as naturally as he breathed, he’d witnessed it many times when the teenager was his student and got distracted by pretty civilian, and sometimes Turk, girls. Sephiroth had actually been worse at these kinds of things than himself, which would have been hard for the average person with even the smallest bit of people skills.

So, he’d have to figure out where to slip it in, and either get his answer or make himself seem like a complete idiot. It would either work in his favor, or hurt his chances, but for all he knew maybe he didn’t really have a chance in the first place. Why were these kinds of things so complicated?

 “So…what do you think? About the lasagna, I mean. Not, you know, anything else. Well, the toast is something else I guess. What do you think about the meal?”

 Smooth one, Hewley. Maybe the Planet brought you back to watch you embarrass yourself in front of cute guys. 

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Stained White Wings || AU || Honorablecommander

[honorablecommander]

WARNING: This RP will contain character death, psychological issues, corporal punishment, torture, violence, blood

Warning: This will contain a mentally unstable Angeal Hewley and a Stockholm Syndrome Cloud Strife

If you do not want this on your Dash, PLEASE BLACKLIST ‘Stained White Wings’

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[goldenweapon-blog]

Cloud could barely hold back a yell, which he disguised as a small cough, when his foot was stomped on. His captor was a large man and a SOLDIER; he was glad that his foot wasn’t broken or something now. It would have been difficult to explain how he had gotten a spontaneous physical injury just by sitting and eating pie. He was almost done with his slice as well when he heard his name being spoken.

He could only tremble slightly as the ex-Commander’s mother tried to dissuade him of his words. She was so kind, though it was remarkably clear that she didn’t know who her son truly was. If she continued to argue, continued to stand up for him.. He was afraid that mother, or not, she was going to lose her life and that, he couldn’t allow.

"Ma'am, it’s fine.” It wasn’t, not at all, but what else could he do but lie? “The Commander’s only trying to make sure I gain the necessary skills to be accepted into SOLDIER.” Fat chance of that now. “I should be training and learning new things.” Not eating apple pie, but he’d very much rather eat some pie than have to go back to the mercy of his captor. “Thank you very much for the pie; it was the best I’ve ever tasted..” Or will probably ever taste. Something told him that the man sending him a very pointed look right now wasn’t going to be supplying him with meals that had pastries.

Cloud stood up, carefully pushing the chair in, noting that the other had already finished his second slice and was already standing. He half expected him to have his arms crossed and to be tapping the toe of his boot against the ground in impatience. Time to face the consequences for his actions, he guessed. He clenched his fists, hoping to stop them from trembling, and stood next to his ‘mentor.’ Words wanted to come bubbling out of his mouth, wanting to warn the elderly lady of the danger she was in, but he kept his mouth shut. He’d only get into more trouble if he did that now and he definitely didn’t want that. He couldn’t even imagine what his captor had in store for him now. Was he finally going to lose his life?

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Angeal walked to the small bathroom, pleased to note that his prize was following close behind. His disobedience, it seemed, had it’s limits. When they were both inside he kicked the door closed behind him, and knocked the boy back into the wall, pinning his wrists on their side of his head.

 “How dare you think that you could escape from me that easily,” he whispered furiously, keeping his voice down so that his mother wouldn’t hear from the next room. He brought a knee up and pressed it into the blonde’s groin, hard enough to hurt. “You might think you’re smart, but I’m smarter, and I will always be one step ahead of you. Besides, what would you have done if you’d gotten to Midgar. I might be MIA and a company liability, but I’m honorable,” the word came out as a sneer, “and they know that I would never, ever hurt anyone. Not a useless little maggot like you, and not Zack the precious puppy.” 

He pressed his knee harder against his prize. “If you want to make it out of this house alive, you will do exactly as I say. You’re going to tell that lying bitch out there that there’s nothing wrong with her plumbing. Then, I’m going to check the time and announce that it’s time we be on our way, because we have monster samples to collect and the pilot is waiting. You will be polite and respectful to my dear mother, and thank her for the pie and the hospitality, because she was nicer to you than you deserve. Then we’re going to walk calmly and quietly back home together. If you mess this up, or do anything to tip her off, I’ll kill you both. Do you understand?”

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Fun at the Fair || honorablecommander

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Anything bright and flashy usually caught Cloud’s attention and this was no different. It gave him an excuse to forget about the earlier incident anyways so why not? He had scanned over the prizes and there were quite a few that were adorable. The stuffed animals were especially cute. There was one of moderate size that reminded him of Angeal. It was covered in black fur material with bright blue eyes. Cloud didn’t know what Angeal’s eyes were like before he had undergone mako treatments, but he knew that they must have been beautiful.

He nodded to his boyfriend, determined to win the stuffed wolf in his honor. It was a giant pity that Angeal couldn’t have participated in the game; he was the strongest person that Cloud knew and would probably ever know. General Sephiroth didn’t count; he was on an entirely different level. He watched as Angeal waved the man over, handing over some gil before gesturing to him. As usual, his boyfriend was correct. The shine in his eyes was more obvious in the light of the early evening and the man had quickly picked up on the fact that he was SOLDIER. It wouldn’t have been too hard for anyone to figure out, but Zack had mentioned that this fair only came around every year or so, so they wouldn’t be familiar with the face and name of Commander Angeal Hewley. Cloud was betting that if they were, they would be quaking in their shoes.

He listened carefully to the rules and hefted the hammer that had been handed to him. It was at a reasonable weight-possible for him to lift up, yes, but he still had trouble lifting it over his head. Getting this prize would be a lot tougher than he thought. He shot a glance over at his boyfriend who only looked supportive of him and grinned. He’d win him that toy and make Angeal smile tonight. He slammed the hammer down, eyes flitting up to see the score flashing in bright neon lights.

Or not. Making Angeal smile was a lot harder than he thought.

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Angeal felt sorry for not just his wallet but also his boyfriend, who he wasn’t sure would have the strength to swing the hammer hard enough to get a winning score, even if this weren’t rigged. But Cloud’s confidence was shaky at times, and suggesting such a thing would crush it. He couldn’t do that, not when he’d been so excited to come here and have a fun date. After all, Cloud was always full of surprises. What he lacked in physical size he made up for in the size of his spirit, and his determination. He smiled through Cloud’s first attempt, impressive for someone his size, but not quite enough. Pulling more gil out of his pocket and handing it over to the man, he stepped over to stand behind Cloud.

 “Hey, no SOLDIERS allowed. You read the sign,” the man protested, but Angeal shook his head.

“I’m not going to do it for him. I just want to show him a better way to hold it, it is. It isn’t so different from a broadsword, after all.”

 The man made a face and watched them warily but didn’t stop them when Angeal put his hands on Cloud’s wrists, and positioned them above his head. “Your arms don’t have enough strength alone to pull this off, but your entire body does. Imagine you’re swinging with all of your body weight, that you’re putting everything into this swing. Think of all the power that you have inside, not just in body, but in spirit. Channel it through your arms. The hammer is just an extension of your body, and you have to control it.” He stepped to the side now, giving Cloud more room, and letting go so that he could hold it above his head on his own. “You want to do this, and that means that you can. Keep your focus, keep that energy steady, and take your swing.” 

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Bitten Brethren || AU || honorablecommander

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Though no one seemed to pay him any mind, he could still feel the curious stares, making him shrink into himself and walk closer to the larger wolf he was following. Though his mind was occupied mostly with thoughts concerning fear and nervousness, his nose was working full-time. It had taken him a while to realize that they had switched territories, from Sephiroth’s to Angeal’s, but now the distinction was clear. He still smelled like Sephiroth all over though, which made him want to hold his nose. It wasn’t as if the large snowy wolf had a bad scent, but the fact that the other had been marking him as his, and that was unacceptable.

Cloud didn’t miss another step as he slunk in after the other into the cabin. It had been a while since he had seen or been inside a cabin or any other space that wasn’t Sephiroth’s tent. He lowered his nose as he walked in, snuffling the floor. It had a nice scent to it, he decided after a moment’s deliberation. Looking up as the other took on a human form again, he tilted his own head at the words spoken.

Angeal made it look so easy, shifting back and from wolf to human while he still had no clue how he had managed to go from human to canine. The other’s large size still made him uneasy so he scrabbled back a few paces, black claws clicking against the wood of the floor. Cloud couldn’t imagine how silly he looked; a small wolf with pale fur sitting awkwardly on his haunches staring up at a large man and with a mildly puzzled look on his furry face. Thinking about what was unique to a human body would bring him back to the body he was much used to, according to the other, so he closed his eyes promptly, not wasting any time.

He chose to think about his fingers; his ma had always joked around about his dainty lady fingers and he had let her. She talked about how slim and graceful they were, when they weren’t catching him from a fall, at least. Cloud didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, but eventually he opened his eyes again, blinking at the change to his eyesight. He didn’t say a word, only looking up at Angeal with still confused eyes.

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The color of the fur wasn’t the only feature shared between wolves and their human forms. Angeal could already see similarities in the shape of Cloud’s face, his thinness, the way that he carried himself. He could certainly see what had attracted Sephiroth, who wasn’t shallow, exactly, but had a difficult understanding the beauty within someone, to someone like Cloud. He was beautiful enough on the outside to make a pleasing mate, and that was that. He didn’t know if Cloud would eventually choose to return to Seph’s pack, but his job was to make him as comfortable as possible while he was here.

“I know this is probably very strange, maybe scary for you. I’m willing to answer any questions you have, and we also have food, if you’re hungry. It isn’t a huge selection, but there’s a pantry full of human food that we keep, since some members of the pack enjoy it. You’re also welcome to have a drink and a bath, though I’ll have to show you to the creek. While you’re here, I—“

 His monologue was interrupted by footsteps, and the creak of the door behind him. Angeal didn’t need to turn to know that it was his second in command, Zack, and in his human form. His senses were sharp in this form, but practically deadened comparatively. Still, an Alpha could just tell these things.

Zack wasn’t always the most serious, but they worked well together, and he was as loyal as they came. Angeal trusted Zack with his pack and his life; no doubt Zack had come here to investigate the new arrival. If he hadn’t shifted he wouldn’t be able to smell Sephiroth all over Cloud, but that hardly mattered.

 “Hey, boss. Heard we’ve got a visitor.” Zack came to stand next to Angeal and grinned easily over at Cloud. One of the things that made him such a good Beta was his uncanny ability to put anyone at ease. He came off as silly and not entirely bright, but underneath the exterior, Angeal knew that there was a very shrewd and observational mind.

 “Zack, this is Cloud. He was just recently bitten, and he’s going to live here with us until he gets the hang of things.”

 Zack knelt down and offered his hand for a shake. “Hiya, Cloud. I’m Zack. Hope this big lug didn’t scare you or anything. Being a wolf is pretty cool,” he added with a wink.

[honorablecommander]

Cloud carefully folded the short letter in half and left this on the kitchen counter next to the little basket of apples that Angeal had bought yesterday. He smiled; the orange paper he had bought for this occasion still made him feel giddy. It was a small pity that it wasn't orange scented as well, but you couldn't have everything sometimes. Making his way into their bedroom, he stripped and then immediately buried his way into the heavy blankets adorning the sheets. Time to play the waiting game.

Angeal had hoped he'd beat Cloud home today, their unpredictable work schedules made it hard to plan any sort of surprise that involved a few hours to himself to prepare. Sure enough, Cloud's beloved bike was already parked in the garage and gleaming proudly. It was certainly the other contender for Cloud's heart, and some days he felt an irrational sort of jealousy towards it when Cloud spent his entire day fiddling with it's mechanics and often forgot to eat or sleep, but today all he could do was smile. He made his way up the steps of their building and found the front door unlocked; Cloud was definitely home then. Oh well, he'd just have to adjust his plans a little. 

Angeal walked into the kitchen to set the bags of groceries he was carrying onto the counter. That was when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, something orange. Orange was Cloud's favorite color, so he was now more acutely aware of it, because orange things often caught his eye and reminded them of his boyfriend. If he had his camera with him he usually took pictures of the orange things he saw around the city and brought back to show Cloud. However, it seemed that his boyfriend knew exactly about this orange thing. 

A smile spread across his face as he read the little card and it's last line. That one made him shiver with possibility, and his shoes, sword, and minimal armor were discarded right there in the kitchen. He shoved the cold groceries into the fridge so they'd be okay for a few hours, his desire to make dinner completely forgotten. He made his way to their bedroom, where he found a very familiar lump under the covers. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said, grinning, as he pulled off his shirt and began to undo his belt. "I love you. And I like your orange paper." 

Angeal walked into the kitchen to set the bags of groceries he was carrying onto the counter. That was when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, something orange. Orange was Cloud's favorite color, so he was now more acutely aware of it, because orange things often caught his eye and reminded them of his boyfriend. If he had his camera with him he usually took pictures of the orange things he saw around the city and brought back to show Cloud. However, it seemed that his boyfriend knew exactly about this orange thing. 

A smile spread across his face as he read the little card and it's last line. That one made him shiver with possibility, and his shoes, sword, and minimal armor were discarded right there in the kitchen. He shoved the cold groceries into the fridge so they'd be okay for a few hours, his desire to make dinner completely forgotten. He made his way to their bedroom, where he found a very familiar lump under the covers. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said, grinning, as he pulled off his shirt and began to undo his belt. "I love you. And I like your orange paper." 

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There was something about Angeal’s gaze that made him shiver in want. He smiled, blue eyes just a tad brighter. “I’ll ask Tifa if we can be released for the rest of the evening.”

Leaning up and patting his lover’s cheek affectionately before scampering off to bother the woman standing by the stove, Cloud made a face at the undisguised grins and hoots from Cid’s and Barret’s table. Tifa greeted him with a knowing look and a wink of her own as she stirred the pot on the stove. Just as Cloud was about to speak, she held up a finger, signaling for his silence. “You’re excused.” She smiled, rather like a sly fox. “Everyone’s seen those looks you two keep passing each other; get out of here before you start going at it in the bar. The kids don’t need to see that for sure.”

"Tifa, how did you know what.." He groaned, "Never mind.. But I figured that I’d say my goodbyes now instead of later. Everyone’s had too much to drink and won’t notice it anyways." Except Vincent, but Vincent always stayed in his little dark corner occasionally nodding at other people’s comments. With another nod, he returned back to his lover, a smile dancing across his lips. "We’re home free.."

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Angeal shifted, a bit uncomfortable, as Cloud left and he was exposed to the rest of the room. He could hear a bit of drunken commotion from one area of the room, and did his best to ignore it. Unless it was Cloud's doing, he didn't like being teased, especially by tipsy men that he wasn't very well accquainted with. Angeal simply crossed his arms and watched Cloud hurry away. He would have been much more inclined to join the party had he been wearing regular pants, but as it were, he was in the mood for something much different. 

Cloud spoke with Tifa for a moment, and she gave him a knowing smile and a wink when he turned his back. His grin was smaller but no less genuine, and Angeal happily snaked his arm around Cloud's shoulders when he got close enough. Just having his boyfriend by his side brightened his mood and lessened his embarrassment. Cloud was obviously the most beautiful person in the room. "Then what are we waiting for? I've got a present to open." 

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Fun at the Fair || honorablecommander

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Cloud huddled up against his boyfriend’s bulk, glaring out from behind him until the stranger had turned and left. Looking down at his clenched fists, he was surprised to see that they were shaking. He loosened them, grabbing hold of Angeal’s larger hand as he did so, taking comfort in the warmth that it offered. It wasn’t a cold night; in the few years that he had been living in Midgar, temperatures never reached the frigid levels that were relatively normal back in Nibelheim. Yet, he was still minutely shaking for some reason.

He was no stranger to creeps or perverts, but this had been the first time that they had been so forward in getting near him. Usually it was just strange compliments and leers that he could easily ignore. Though if Angeal was there with him, people usually knew not to mess with him or apologized promptly when they realized that it was someone currently in Commander Hewley’s company they attempted to prey on. He never really specified to people that Angeal was his boyfriend, but everyone usually knew it anyways. After all, what else could those tender touches and small smiles and quaint kisses mean?

"I’m okay. He only managed to get a grope in; nothing else." The frown was clear in his voice. This day was not going how he wanted it to go. He was supposed to have a fun night out with his boyfriend, not get motion sick and then get touched by a stranger. If anything else went wrong, he might as well ask Angeal to take him back home so they could have a quiet evening together, like his boyfriend had wanted in the first place. Glancing up, his eyes met with Angeal’s frown. Though he knew that the frown wasn’t directed at him, he couldn’t help but feel slightly uneasy. 

"Let’s just.. go play a game or something." He needed to get the last few minutes out of his head and what better way than something like that game he had wanted to show to Angeal just before? "That one over there.." He pointed over at the stall, still holding his boyfriend’s hand tightly. He didn’t want to stray too far of a distance from him and in a crowd like this, there would be a chance that they would get separated and he was not letting that happen. Angeal was going to fuss all over him if he didn’t reassure him that he was completely fine and if he did that, his boyfriend would spend the entire time worried and sending frowns at almost everyone.

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"Anything you want," Angeal answered, glancing over at the game in question, and giving a mental apology to his wallet. These games were nothing but dishonest tactics to con money out of people, and occasionally they awarded someone with a prize to make winning seem possible. And if he knew his boyfriend at all, he knew that he had his eyes on one of those stuffed animals, though he'd deny it if Angeal was to ask. Having a stuffed animal in the barracks was akin to a punch me sign on your gut, so naturally Cloud would want to keep it in their bed, and anyone who came over Angeal's apartment would laugh at him for being whipped and dating a teenager. Not that he cared about their opinions, but he had enough experience with Cloud to know exactly how this would go.

Cloud had made it very clear to him that he didn't want to be treated like a baby or a child, and Angeal didn't want to upset him, but sometimes it was very obvious that his beloved was still very young. He'd wanted to hold off on their relationship until Cloud was eighteen, but to Cloud it must have felt like a rejection, and it upset him. And for all of Angeal's willpower, not even he was strong enough to hurt Cloud for his own good. He oftentimes reminded Cloud that were he to decide this relationship wasn't in his best interest, or desire to explore his other options he wouldn't be upset about it. Not where Cloud could see, at any rate.

The game Cloud was gesturing at was a tall tower with lights flashing up and down the sides and a neon sign that invited fairgoers to test their strength The man running it was yelling out into the crowd, trying to get people rilled up to play, and Angeal was ready to swing the hammer one handed to win until he saw the sign taped to the side that read, in rather messy handwriting, "NO SOLDIERS ALLOWED." Angeal glanced over at Cloud, who was small for his age and hadn't started to bulk up the way a SOLDIER cadet was expected to. Privately, Angeal wondered if he ever would, but he certainly wasn't going to share those doubts with his boyfriend.

Instead, he squeezed Cloud's hand. "I doubt they'll believe I'm not a SOLDIER. Would you like to try?"

[honorablecommander]

PREMIUM BEAUTIFUL PERSON! Once you have received this award, you are supposed to paste it into the asks of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Have a lovely day! ((I LOVE YOUUUU))

((SHHHHHHHH YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF THEM ALL AND I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOO))

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Stained White Wings || AU || Honorablecommander

WARNING: This RP will contain character death, psychological issues, corporal punishment, torture, violence, blood

Warning: This will contain a mentally unstable Angeal Hewley and a Stockholm Syndrome Cloud Strife

If you do not want this on your Dash, PLEASE BLACKLIST ‘Stained White Wings’

[goldenweapon-blog]

Cloud suppressed his shaking as he look up at the kind woman. Did she know her son was a killer, a kidnapper? She had nothing but fond affection for the man in both her words and facial expressions as she walked over to the modest kitchen and picked up another plate, placing it down the wooden table. He wanted to speak out, warn her of the danger that her son was. Some nice lady like this didn’t deserve a man like this as kin. Taking another step back quietly. hoping that neither would notice him make a break for it, he froze yet again as those mako-stained eyes locked with his and narrowed. 

He couldn’t control himself as he found himself walking back towards the table and his inevitable doom. He knew he was going to get into trouble and his knees were already shaking, afraid of what was going to be in store for him later. Blue eyes dilated as he sat down, nearly tangling his feet with the chair’s legs. Why was the only seat left open right next to his captor? This wasn’t fair. He wanted to scoot away, immature as that may seem. He just wanted to get away from the man that was well on his way to ruining his life. 

The pie smelled so nice; he wanted to throw up. He passed the ex-Commander another pained look, hoping this was all a joke and that he was really just in the ShinRa infirmary hallucinating after hitting his head on something too hard. No dice; his eyes met with steely blues and he turned away again. Somehow, that smile scared him more than the frown he saw on his face almost constantly. It took all he had to stop his shaking and shove a weak smile on his face. It really wouldn’t do to upset his captor right now, not when he had no way of leaving without guaranteeing the safety of this woman. Who knew if he would resort to striking his own mother down if it fitted with his agenda. He couldn’t risk another person’s life while trying to save his own.

He shot the woman a look full of pity, blinking back when a plate of pie was placed in front of him. It honestly did look delicious and considering he wasn’t too fond of apples, that was a huge compliment.

"You’re our guest so the first slice goes to you! Dig in, dear; you look hungry." She smiled kindly at him, passing him a fork as she spoke, urging him to take a bite. He managed another smile at her, ignoring the steaming man next to him as best as he could. He forked up a piece of the pie and slid it into his mouth. It really did taste as nice as it smelled, but getting it to go down his throat smoothly was another story. He could still feel that burning stare and he carefully choked down the flaky pastry as he reached for a napkin to dab at his mouth.

It was quiet, with the occasional clinking of the fork against the plate. Cloud didn’t dare let his gaze leave the plate in front of him; he had a feeling that he’d be stared down into submission if he even tried to do anything. It felt like it was too soon when he was looking down at his empty plate. He was slightly surprised that he had managed to keep the pie down as his nervousness usually prevented that. This was going to be the last few minutes of freedom. Making a break for it when he left the house wasn’t going to work, not unless the ground somehow formed potholes wherever the other stepped and he sprouted wings and got a compass indicating the direction of Midgar. And even then, there was a high chance of failure. What was he going to do?

[honorablecommander]

That disrespectful, ungrateful brat was eating his piece of pie, and that was unacceptable. It didn't even look like he was enjoying it. Angeal brought his foot down, hard, as soon as he saw his mother looking elsewhere. He would not let his cover be blown, no matter what. It was only a matter of time before someone from Shinra came to question his mother, but with any luck they would send Genesis and he'd have too much respect for her to tell her the truth. She didn't need to know the truth, though she had to have known what a monster her son truly was. She was just as responsible for it as anyone. How could she have let them do this to him? How could she teach him about honor and responsibility when she'd given her only son to madmen? He wanted answers, but not enough to seek them. Despite everything, she was still his mother, and he didn't want to hurt her. Of course, if it came down to it, he would, but not without first getting his answers. And if his prize blew this, he'd have to cut her down right here.

She smiled at him as he helped himself to a second slice. She was growing so old and weary. Had her face been as lined the last time he saw her? He didn't think so. Angeal knew that she wasn't nearly as old as she seemed, and could only wonder what had aged her so much. Guilt, perhaps? Worry for the son she let go off to war, knowing that the rest of his life would be plagued with tests and mako? Maybe she was ill again. Whatever the cause, he knew that she wasn't all the kind person she seemed to be. Anger was bubbling up inside of him, and he knew it was best to distract himself before he destroyed the woman in a fit of rage.

"Cloud, why don't you come with me? This house is notorious for plumbing problems, and there are useful skills besides those you'll learn in SOLDIER."

"Angeal," Gillian chided. "Let the poor boy have a bit of a break. He doesn't need to be poking around with pipes when he could be enjoying pie and telling me how good of a teacher my son is." He saw her give a friendly wink and smile to Cloud, who didn't look any more comfortable than he had been. Angeal stood up and gestured to the boy.

"His training is important, and he'll have plenty of time to take a break on the way back to Midgar. Come on, Cloud." 

[goldenweapon-blog]

Cloud let out a small giggle at the kiss and couldn’t resist grinding himself against the warm man behind him. He didn’t care if any of the others saw him; they all knew how much he loved Angeal. He’d get teased later, but it was well worth it.

"Oh really?" From the corner of his eyes, he could see Tifa shifting the attention of the group away from his and Angeal’s little corner and with only a cheeky grin from Yuffie, they were heavily engrossed into one of Marlene’s stories. Good; this made it a lot easier to tease his boyfriend without getting hooted at every other second. His fingers played with the pink ribbon around his neck, careful not to tangle or untie it, only shifting it enough so that the hickey was peeking up from underneath the ribbon once again.

"We’ve only got the passing and opening of gifts and then we’re home free; unless you wanna skip that and rush on home now." Cloud didn’t really care which choice Angeal made. With his boyfriend, he was always ready to have some fun. He sipped a bit more from his cider, breathing out in Angeal’s face. Angeal always liked when he had something of the apple variety; said that he smelled delicious or something. "Kiss me?"

[honorablecommander]

"What would you rather..." Angeal smiled; Cloud was purposefully tempting and teasing him for a kiss, he could tell. It had taken a lot of work, but now that Cloud knew how irresistible he was, he used it to his advantage. Angeal was more than happy to lean down and kiss him, swiping his tongue into the inside of Cloud's mouth. He couldn't help it when Cloud tasted so good. Normally he tasted like oranges, which Angeal didn't mind, but there was just something about the knowledge that he drank and ate certain things just to please him. But this wasn't the place to kiss Cloud the way he really wanted to, so he reluctantly leaned back, though his eyes couldn't help but stray down to the stark mark on his boyfriend's neck. It was a badge of love, possession, and promise.

The ridiculous costume was getting tighter by the second, much to his displeasure. "I'm ready to unwrap you, but it's your choice."