Okay but realistically how would a Soldier spelling bee go
Angeal: Does decently enough. Probably finishes mid. Fourth place if he's really lucky. He doesn't really care so long as he's not at his desk doing boring paperwork. This was a nice excuse to come out and unwind.
Cloud: Is actually not half-bad at spelling. Probably finishes a modest third. He HOPED That his win would earn him some respect, but all his bunk-mates call him a "nerd" and immediately beat him up the second he enters the barracks.
Sephiroth: Can and WOULD win first place. Easily. Hojo is all but breathing down his neck over this. Sephiroth is an expert and pretty much has this in the bag. But he chooses to INTENTIONALLY lose at the last minute and take second place, partly so that Genesis can win, and partly because he knows it'll piss Hojo the fuck off.
Zack: Studied all week. Studied his BRAINS out. Kept flunking every single practice run and it was actually starting to impact his self esteem. He doesn't LIKE being "dumb" or feeling like he's dumb. Angeal spent all night studying with him. So when he manages to actually get into the top ten and come out in ninth place, it's not a loss. It's a total victory for him. A cause for raucous celebration!
Genesis: Is puffed up and furious going in because he knows he's just going to lose to Sephiroth. Again. Doesn't help that in a sheer twist of irony, he's starting to flake out and forget words he should KNOW how to spell. HOW DO YOU FORGET HOW TO SPELL GODDESS????? IT'S PART OF YOUR DAILY VOCABULARY -Angeal probably. Luckily, a quick "loss" from Sephiroth allows Genesis to snag first place with ease. I would say Genesis took the win over Sephiroth with gracious dignity and poise, but I would be totally lying. Sore winner to the core.
Pairing: ASGCZ
Rating: Teen
Tags!!!: hurt/comfort, wing fic, fluff, rehab, recovery, human experimentation
Chapter: 2/5
Summary: The rest of the gang meets the winged boy.
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Angeal stared at the winged boy, his gaze hard and facial expression blank.
It had taken nearly an hour to get the boy washed and clean up. The boy had cried and fought anyone who got near him except Sephiroth. The blond struggled wildly to get away from the stream of water, instead choosing to hide in Sephiroth’s lap. It only ended when the general reluctantly got in the shower with the boy, much to the surprise of the surrounding nurses. Washing the boy took another hour, the boy wiggled and moved around nonstop. Everything about the plain hospital shower caught his attention, making it nearly impossible for Sephiroth to properly wash the boy.
Now cleaned, dried, and dressed in a hospital gown with cut holes for his wings, the boy quickly warmed up the Zack’s presence. The Second sat on the small hospital bed with the blond boy showing him his PDA. The boy took interest in the handheld black object, watching eagerly as the front screen changed colours and images. He turned the PDA over in his hands, smacking the screen, and shoving it into Zack’s face with happy sounding noises to show the teen.
The boy hadn’t acknowledged Angeal’s nor Genesis’s presence aside from a wary glance when Sephiroth carried the boy into his hospital room. Zack had quickly captured the boy’s attention with his animated talking and hand gestures. He watched with wide eyes and his wings gave the occasional excited flutter.
Genesis cleared his throat bringing the other two Firsts’ attention to him.
Sephiroth gave a sigh. “As I said, I don’t know anything. I found him in the depths of Hojo’s lab, locked behind a glass wall. I have not read his files yet.”
“So you just took him with you?” Genesis snorted, of all people he would expect Sephiroth to take the time to think things through.
“It was clear he was no threat or danger. His enclosure had a blanket and a bucket, it was filthy dirty like the boy, and he was afraid of me.”
“Sure didn’t look like it.” Angeal rolled his eyes; now Genesis was just trying to pick a fight.
“Do you have any plans?” Angeal asked shooting Genesis a stern look. The red head First simply looked away.
“He will certainly need rehabilitation and extensive care. He will stay here until he is well enough to leave. Until then, the hospital will be in charge of him.”
“Awe no worries, bud, I’ll visit you everyday!” Zack pulled the boy into a hug. The blond stared up at Zack, his face giving no indication he understood. He lifted the PDA up and pushing into Zack’s chest. Zack unlocked it and handed it back, ignoring Angeal’s look, knowing full well the message behind his disapproving stare.
“Chill, he can’t understand anything, he won’t steal any information or send a secret message.”
“You are too trusting.” Was Angeal’s only reply.
“Yes, he cannot understand anything we say. Severe neglect in my only guess. He cannot walk either and he doesn’t recognize anything common to us.” Sephiroth added watched the blond play with Zack’s PDA.
“Life in an empty box…” Genesis trailed off ending with a heavy sigh.
They all shared the same loaded thoughts as the blond toyed with the PDA completely unaware to the wrongdoings bestowed on him and the pitiful looks coming from the SOLDIERs.
The tense moment was broken when the boy let out a strangled noise instantly bringing everyone’s attention back to him. Zack nearly jumped off the bed in worry. The boy had one arm raised, the other still holding the PDA, and was making grabby hand motions at Sephiroth. The general took Zack’s place on the bed. The blond crawled into Sephiroth’s lap, wings flutter and shaking gently.
The boy rested his head on Sephiroth’s shoulder. Using his free hand he grabbed a first full of the man’s long, soft hair and began to run his fingers through. Eyebrows rose in surprise and disbelief; Sephiroth was not an affection one after all.
Sephiroth made a point to ignore the looks he was receiving and threaded his fingers through the boy’s wings. He pulled out handfuls of loose and broken feathers, letting the poor feathers form a substantial pile on the bed. The boy didn’t seem to mind, perhaps even like it as he lifted his wings and opened them for grooming.
“So obviously we know who he likes best.” Genesis joked, amusement heavy in his tone. Zack nodded in agreement. It was almost endearing to see the boy curled up in the stone faced general’s lap if they had not known about the boy’s situation.
“Seriously, what’s happened to him? His wings are a mess,” Zack crossed his arms regarding the pile of feathers with concern.
“Malnutrition, bad living conditions, neglect, you name it,” Angeal answered earning a huff from the Second.
“Kiddo’s kinda on the small side,” Genesis noted. The blond was very much on the small side. His ribs were clearly showing through, his spine poked out, and his pelvis was clearly outlined. His thin pale, almost translucent, skin clung tightly to his small frame. This large wings dwarfed his body, small and brittle feathers in equally horrible condition.
“Time to meal prep I guess.” It was a poor attempt to lighten the mood from Zack but the boy was going to require some intense meal prep and dieting in order to gain weight.
“I’m sure the hospital will handle that,” Sephiroth added, brushing out the last of the stray feathers from one wing.
“Seph’s right, and if he doesn’t eat they’ll use a feeding tube.”
Angeal groaned rolling his head back. “We don’t want to do that. Using force on him won’t do any good. We’re lucky enough he’s comfortable with Sephiroth and Zack.”
“Hear that buddy? That means no feeding tube for you! As long as you eat you food or else papa bear Seph is gonna give you the nasty feeding tube.” Zack spoke animatedly, easily catching the boy’s attention.
The boy stared at Zack with a blank expression, unhearing to his words, and held up the PDA. Zack proceeded to fight the boy to get back his PDA for the next ten minutes.
Pairing: ASGCZ
Rating: Teen
Tags!!!: hurt/comfort, wing fic, fluff, rehab, recovery, human experimentation
Chapter: 1/5
Summary: The top SOLDIER Firsts and Zack discover the extent of Hojo’s experimentation when they find the late doctor’s latest experiment: a young teen boy with large bird wings.
[AU in which Cloud never even became an Infantryman and fell to the hands of Hojo’s terribly unethical human experimentation as a baby.]
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Sephiroth gripped the handled to Masamune, the leather of his gloves squeaking under the intense pressure. Pure anger coursed through his body as if taking over every cell and atom.
The silver haired First stood in the rundown lab of the infamous Shinra Co. doctor Hojo. The doctor had been killed just a week ago by mercenaries and Sephiroth and other Firsts were sent off to find whatever information was left by the unethical man.
Sephiroth certainly found something all right.
Deep within Hojo’s lab, at the very end was a large room. The walls and concrete ground was cracked. Dust and filth covered the ground and the air was thick and musky. It was clearly unkempt. The last room of the lab was in horrible condition, surprising for the strict and tidy doctor, but what was worse was the contents of the dirty room.
Behind thick stained glass was a boy. A young boy curled on the filthy ground, sprouting large feathered wings from his back.
His ‘enclosure’ was fairly decently sized but knowing the boy had absolutely no freedom, it was much to small to properly house him. There was nothing in his enclosure aside from a single blanket and a bucket. No food or water, no bedding and now where to use the bathroom. Sephiroth deduced that was what the bucket was for.
It was highly the likely the boy had been unvisited since Hojo’s death.
Sephiroth pulled out his PDA calling the first Turk on his contacts, demanding for backup immediately and proceeded to hang up without waiting for a reply.
Walking the door of the class separator, Sephiroth took another look at the boy. His large wings covered most of his body slumping into the ground. His wings were unkempt as well, feathers stuck out in every direction. There were bald spots and pin feathers, many feathers were broken too.
Casting Freeze over the door handle and keypad, Sephiroth smashed the hilt of his sword against the frozen metal effectively breaking in, and waking the boy. The blond boy shot up instantly, his head turned to the door and Sephiroth, watching with wide terrified eyes. His wings pulled up slightly leaving only the very ends of them touching the floor.
Sephiroth pushed over the door and took a few steps in, the boy scrambled backwards. The SOLDIER took his time examining the room and the boy; both were filthy dirty.
Sephiroth took another step forward making the boy flinch. Sighing, he turned away and exited the boy’s glass enclosure. He squeezed Masamune tighter; he absolutely hated Hojo. The so-called doctor did so many horrible things, the winged boy was just another victim.
He filtered through the shelves of books and binders, tossing aside useless papers and pushing away the junk that cluttered all the tables. The rows of shelving proved to be the most useful, holding binders of Hojo’s research and experiments, info on the boy. Sephiroth purposely walked all around the room, making big movements and keeping an eye on the boy. The blond had crept closer to the door as Sephiroth scoured the room, probably realizing he wasn’t there to hurt the boy.
The boy crawled slowly dragging his wings on the ground until he sat at the door watching Sephiroth. His gaze, less fearful and more curious now, turned and followed the silver haired general’s movements.
Upon the beeping of his PDA, Sephiroth turned back to the boy and slowly approached him. The boy stiffened and flinched when Sephiroth kneeled in front of him, but otherwise did not move. Sephiroth easily picked up the boy, holding his by the back and under the knees. The boy gave small confused sounds but didn’t struggled. Instead the blond rested against the general’s chest, curling up and relaxing as Sephiroth walked outside.
There, backup stood waiting, two helicopters and a transport truck, half-dozen Turks, and a few SOLDIERs. Sephiroth ignored the raised eyebrows and surprised looks. Sharing only a nod with Rude, he entered one of the helicopters. Careful to avoid bumping the boy’s large wings, Sephiroth took a seat in the back and rested the boy in his lap.
Sephiroth vaguely noted the Turks and SOLDIERs entering Hojo’s abandoned lab, instead choosing to watch the boy whose eyes were wide with wonder and taking in his new surroundings. His head swiveled around as he looked at the interior of the helicopter, his blue green eyes bright with curiosity and bright. His slightly matted hair tickled Sephiroth’s nose as he scrutinized every little detail of the helicopter.
Sephiroth watched with pity, it was clear the boy had never seen a helicopter before, let alone the items inside; he’d have to read the boy’s files. A slight tugging of his scalp brought broke him away from his thoughts.
The boy seemed to be enamoured with the general’s hair. With thin, bony hands the boy ran his fingers through Sephiroth’s long hair. He twirled the long locks in his hands, grabbing handfuls carefully and smoothed out the bunches. Sephiroth felt his heart throb ever so slightly. His long hair was probably the most familiar thing to the boy since leaving his confinement. He allowed the boy to continue to play with his hair
It didn’t take much longer until the boy passed out, or fell asleep, likely from being overwhelmed by the new environment. Now curled up against Sephiroth’s chest with one hand holding a handful of long, silver hair, the boy seemed so much smaller and vulnerable. His wings folded nicely on his back, feathers still sticking out, and shielded his exposed back. The ends of his wings pressed into the floor, already broken feathers bending and twisting.
Sephiroth pulled his hands away from the boy, careful not to hurt him, and clenched his hands. He’s never wanted to hurt Hojo more than now.
It was unthinkable what the doctor had done to his boy.
Pairing: ASGCZ
Rating: Teen
Tags!!!: hurt/comfort, wing fic, fluff, rehab, recovery, human experimentation
Chapter: 3/5
Summary:The crew spends their free day with the newly named winged boy, Cloud.
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“Cloud, no. Sit, sit down.”
Angeal crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. He gave Cloud a hard, disapproving stare stopping the boy on his endeavor. Cloud was frozen in his position, both hands on the countertop with one leg lifted with wings spread open for balance, ready to climb up. Sitting on the counter seemed to be the boy’s new pass time.
Cloud stared back with a startled expression, as if he didn’t know Angeal could see him. He slowly brought his leg down, folded his wings, and sat properly on the stool. In two weeks the boy had mastered the puppy-dog look, giving a wide eyed pouty look whenever he wanted something he wasn’t allowed, like sitting on the counter. Angeal, ever hardened from Zack’s puppy-dog face, never caved in once. The same couldn’t be said about the others. Nonetheless, it was crucial to teach Cloud the limits of their household, which meant no counter sitting and no snacks after eight pm.
Angeal turned back to the pan, frying up another pancake while keeping an ear open on Cloud. Sure enough, only twenty seconds later he heard the tell tale sounds of the stool scraping the floor. He turned around to Cloud in the same position as before, half crawled on the counter.
Cloud flinched and froze, giving Angeal the same startled look. His reaction was almost comical, like he had know idea how he got caught.
“Cloud, sit, or no dessert tonight.” It was a pretty weak threat, but it worked wonders on the winged boy.
Angeal could hear the whining and sigh as Cloud returned to his seat and returned once more to frying pancakes. Cloud made no moves to climb the counter anymore and Angeal was able to finish making breakfast. With a decent pile of fluffy pancakes Angeal placed a plate of four in front of Cloud despite knowing the boy would only eat two and a half.
Just as Cloud finished drowning his pancakes with maple syrup, Genesis came shuffling into the kitchen. With a hand scratching his stomach and the other ruffling his hair, Genesis took a seat. Angeal slid over a cup of steaming black coffee earning a grunt in reply.
Cloud, ever the innocent one, gave a happy little sound. Nearly bouncing in his seat, his wings fluttered and quaked. He leaned over the counter and pressed a piece of syrup soaked pancake against Genesis’s lips. Eyes still shut, the redhead First ate the pancake piece without objection.
It was their little morning routine on the days Cloud stayed at their flat. Cloud would always feed a half asleep Genesis whatever breakfast Angeal made until the man was awake enough to drink his coffee. Today was soggy pancakes.
“Cloud, sit.”
The boy sat down and proceeded to eat his share of pancakes, ripping them into small pieces and tossing them in his mouth. They still needed to work on table manners and cutlery.
Cloud ate without any issues, giving Genesis a piece every few bites and giving Angeal bright smiles in which Angeal would return his smile. Two weeks of proper living conditions did wonders. Cloud quickly warmed up to Genesis and Angeal making taking care of him much easier. Cloud was beginning to gain some weight. His skin was showing more colour, his hair and feathers properly kempt now carried a healthy sheen, and his behaviour was a whole other story. Despite the lack of communication, it was quite clear and obvious was the boy wanted. His vocal cues and body language were easy to understand.
Grabbing a baby wipe, Angeal scrubbed the sticky maple syrup from Cloud’s face and hands. The blonde sat still and shot out of his seat the moment Angeal pulled away. Diving on the couch, Cloud wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and turned to watch Angeal expectantly. It was TV time. Cloud liked the weather channel as much as he liked cartoons, it really didn’t matter.
Turning on the TV Angeal returned to his breakfast. Genesis slowly ate his pancakes washing it down with coffee. Mornings were peaceful even with Cloud around.
Zack and Sephiroth would arrive later after finishing their breakfasts. It was Zack’s turn to take Cloud during the day.
Angeal watched from his seat as Cloud shuffled around on the sofa before flopping on his side. He wiggled against the sofa seats and cocooned himself under his blanket all while keeping his eyes on the TV. Perhaps they boy simply liked the constant sounds.
Genesis finished off his coffee and was washing the dishes when Sephiroth and Zack entered the apartment. Heavy boots followed by shuffling of fabric, the two appeared in the living room. Zack immediately called out to Cloud and sat down next to him capturing his attention now. Sephiroth took a seat at the table where Angeal slid over a cup of coffee.
“Anything new?” Sephiroth asked. He poured copious amounts of cream into his mug along with a single sugar cube.
“Nothing has changed. He does keep trying to sit on the countertop.” Angeal pinched the bridge of his nose wondering how they will break that habit. It only took one time sitting on the counter and Cloud was adamant on always trying.
“Ah ah! Nuh-huh, no. Cloud, stop! No!”
Three heads swiveled around to the living room. Zack was lying on his back on the sofa with Cloud on his stomach, TV and blanket long forgotten. The boy had his hands groping at Zack’s waist while Zack tried to push him away. The three Firsts watched for a moment bewildered at the scene.
“Cloud, bad! Bad boy, Cloud, stop!” Only then did the winged boy stop. He looked at Zack with wide confused eyes. Zack sat up with a huff and ruffled his hair.
“Cloud, you can’t do that, you have to wait. No touching.” Zack gave Cloud a stern look, who looked back in continued confusion. Repeating himself again, Cloud moved off Zack’s lap on his shins.
“Remember, no touching, you have to wait.” Cloud pouted, his expression dropped and turned sad. He whined and whimpered watching Zack’s hard expression. “Okay, come.”
Immediately Cloud shot forward straight into Zack’s chest. Zack laughed loudly wrapping his arms around the boy. One hand ruffling through Cloud’s hair and the other brushing one wing, Zack praised the boy who buried his face into Zack. Zack pulled out his PDA from his pocket, the item in question, and gave it to Cloud who quickly became interested in it once again. Cloud turned around resting his back against Zack and played with the device.
“Well that’s a sight to see. Little puppy teaching the little chick to be a good boy, huh,” Genesis joked giving Angeal an amused look.
“He’s not my puppy,” Angeal growled, lips pulled back in a scowl.
“Well it hasn’t been that long and we’re taking things slow, so that kind of behaviour is expected.” Sephiroth interjected. Angeal sighed.
“He is learning, just slowly. Need to teach him to wear clothes. I feel like we’re training a dog.” Genesis grumbled. It really was, they started by teaching Cloud very basic commands. He caught on fairly quickly but was quite mischievous and ‘rebelled’ by doing exactly what he wasn’t supposed to do. Like climbing on the countertop.
“I’m sure Zack will handle him nicely, he is closest in age after all.”
“Countertops, clothes, and patience; this isn’t going to be easy.”
Mr. Fluffy Snuggles gave a loud yip and jumped up. His little paws barely making any sound as they landed on the thick carpet rug.
Currently the gang sat around in Sephiroth’s apartment living room observing their latest member self entertain with a tennis ball the size of his own head.
Just two days ago Genesis returned from a grocery shopping trip holding two bags of nothing but snacks and a puppy dwarfed by the man’s large hand. That was how they all collectively got a pet dog. Genesis, Zack, and Cloud instantly took to the furry animal, enamoured by the puppy’s large body and stumpy legs, but Angeal, being the only person with any sense of responsibility, new raising and training a puppy was going to be an ordeal. Sephiroth seemed to be indifferent, but they all caught the man affectionately scratching the puppy’s chin every now and then.
“Come one, Fluffy! You can do it!” Genesis cheered waving the tennis ball at the puppy instantly catching his attention. Mr. Fluffy Snuggles bounded over on tiny legs and pudgy paws, jaw open in delight, and ears flopping adorable.
Genesis rolled the ball across the carpet and Mr. Fluffy Snuggles chased after it. He stopped where the ball hit Cloud’s shins, peering at it and giving a bark. He still hasn’t quite picked up the idea of bringing it back to have it thrown, or rolled, again.
Zack cooed loudly flopping on his side on the couch unable to contain his excitement as Cloud rolled the tennis ball back to Genesis, thus leading Mr. Fluffy Snuggles to him as well.
“That’s our little Mr. Fluffy Snuggles! Always comes back to Uncle, don’t you?” It was still odd seeing Genesis “Mr. Serious” Hewly baby talk and coo over a tiny puppy.
Angeal snorted. “Uncle? More like dad; you’re the one who brought him home.”
“What nonsense. If anyone, Zack is Fluffy’s dad.” Genesis kept his attention of the puppy rolling on his back, little legs flailing and kicking aimlessly as Genesis tickled Fluffy’s tummy.
Mr. Fluffy Snuggles sprang to his feet. He smelt the ground, walking in a circle before plopping on Cloud’s foot as he laid down. Zack squealed kicking his feet; that was just too cute.
“Fluffy’s all tired now,” Zack pointed out. Fluffy had fully relaxed into Cloud’s foot, eyes slightly shut.
“Well, Uncle Angeal is just going to get him some food. Then we can play again.”
Angeal huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes but stood up nonetheless. Of course he was the one to feed the puppy, no one else is responsible enough. Not even the man who brought home the dog in the first place.
Title: Materia Farming [read it on ao3]
Pairing: ASGZC
Rating: Exlicit (18+)
Tags: smut
Chapter: 1/1
Summary:
It was supposed to be a one time kinky experience, not turn into a part time occupation. They come out fully mastered too.
Alternatively known as: our ot5 discover you can farm and harvest materia with your intestines, they take full advantage of this.
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“Ya know, we’ve done lots of crazy shit before, but this is truly crazy.” Zack commented breathless. Cloud moaned loudly underneath him, burying his face in one of Sephiroth’s soft down pillows.
It was true they’ve all had weird, strange, unconventional, and dangerous sex experiences before. But this, oh this, was not any different.
“Oh god, fuck that feels good.”
“Why couldn’t we have just used regular sex toys?” Zack asked holding up a materia to Cloud’s face, shaking it like it had smack talked his parents.
“I’ll be stuffing your balls up your ass if you don’t hurry up and shove them in me!”
“Angeal is gonna kick our asses.” Zack whined.“
I’ll kick your ass, Zack.” Cloud hissed glaring at his lover. He was slowly but surely losing his boner but god, he wanted to do this.
“Alright, alright, fine!”
Cloud pressed his face into the pillow again moaning deeply. It was like a domino effect, every materia entering his body knocked against the ones already inside him, creating a chain of moving materia.
Zack watched Cloud carefully as he pressed each little globe against his anus. With every materia, he could feel the resistance building up.
“God, Cloud that’s ten already?” Zack cursed. This was hot as fuck but a silent voice nagged in his mind.
“What, already?” Cloud sat up, reached under the bed and pulled out a shoebox. Lightly tossing it into Zack’s lap, he laid down again spread his legs.
“More? You were totally prepared for this.” Zack accused. The shoebox was full of materia. Cloud gave a smug smirk and nudged Zack with his foot.
Zack sighed, there was no winning this, might as well just go with the flow. He picked one up randomly leaning into Cloud’s spread legs. He pressed the glass like ball into Zack ass, letting his fingers slip in to push in deeper. God, he could hear and feel them hit each other. He cursed to himself as Cloud moaned.
“Twenty, Spike.” Cloud only nodded urging for more. At this point, Zack had completely forgotten about worrying, instead he admired his boyfriend’s ass swallow each ball hungrily.
Pairing: ASGCZ
Rating: Teen
Tags!!!: hurt/comfort, wing fic, fluff, rehab, recovery, human experimentation
Chapter: 5/5
Summary: A day visiting the doctor’s starts off bad and ends horribly.
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Cloud remained confined to the house. Having the pair of wings made it difficult for him the go out in public. Instead he stayed at home and took care of household duties. Cleaning, cooking, laundry, and anything else. When he wasn’t doing chores, he was caring for his wings.
Having long hours on his hands, Cloud picked up chores and speech quickly, despite not being very vocal. What started out as folding blankets and placing pillows neatly turned into full blown laundry and dusting around the shared apartment.
Cloud stood at the stove stirring the contents of the pan around; scrambled eggs. With bacon and broccoli cooking in another pan and rice in the cooker, he shoveled the finished eggs into a plate and set to frying the crispy bacon. The scent of home cooked food wafted through the apartment waking its sleeping residents.
Predictably, Angeal was the first to enter the kitchen. Plopping down, the man gave a wide mouth yawn and placed his hand on the table where a warm cup of coffee was placed into. He gave a hum and held it to his face. Cloud poured the next cup of coffee and returned to cooking. Sephiroth would be down soon and boy did he need his coffee.
The table was quickly set and food placed out with just the rice to be be served. Sephiroth shuffled in, eyes closed and hair tousled. It would absolutely destructive if anyone else saw the general so uncomposed.
Sephiroth sat down and took a large gulp of his cooled coffee. Cloud instantly pulled up beside him in his own chair with a brush in hand. He took to combing through Sephiroth’s hair as he drank his coffee. Cloud always liked Sephiroth’s long hair and Sephiroth didn’t mind having his hair taken care of.
Heavy footsteps were heard as Genesis and Zack tumbled into the kitchen. The sleepy duo collapsed into their chairs and downed cups of coffee. Now that everyone was present, the began to eat.
Like ravenous wolves, the table was quickly cleared and stomachs were filled. Cloud’s wings puffed out with pride. The dishes were shuffled into the sink and washed as the others found their way to the living room. Cloud quickly joined once the dishes were placed in the rack.
Cloud shuffled his wings comfortably and tucked himself between sack and the end of the couch with a blanket around himself. The two cuddled together and within a few minutes Cloud was sitting in Zack’s lap as they became enraptured by the animal documentary Genesis had put on, but immediately lost interest in. The man had soon switched to reading his novel instead.
The gang lounged around until they had to leave for work. Like always, Cloud gave them each tight hugs and they would reassure him that they would return at six sharp. Eventually letting go, Cloud locked the door and headed into their shared bedroom.
The room which started out as a queen sized bed for Genesis and Angeal turned into two king sized beds put together for them. A mountain of blankets and pillows covered the combined bed and Cloud dove right in. He buried himself into the soft bed and pulled the blankets rightly around himself to form a cocoon. He took a deep breath taking in the linger scent left in the sheets and blankets.
Cloud took a long nap buried deep in the bed before continuing with chores.
First was prepping the frozen chicken. He left it out the thaw and made his marinade before doing the laundry. He gathered the worn clothes and separated them into two baskets. Together, there were too many clothes for one wash.
Chicken thawing and clothes in the wash, Cloud gathered the cleaning supplies. He mopped dusted and mopped the floor, wiped the countertops from breakfast, the window sills were dusted, and the bed was made.
Following doing chores was another nap. Cloud settled back into the couch with his blanket and turned to a cartoon channel.
Waking from his second nap, it was already early evening. Cloud finished preparing the chicken and tossed it into the oven to cook. He quickly became lost in cooking and time. He was shocked out of his cooking reverie as the door opened. Cloud dropped the ladle into the pot and ran to the front door. He launched himself at the first person who entered.
With slightly open wings he jumped into Genesis’s arms with an excited shout. Genesis easily caught their feathered friend and spun him around as he laughed gleefully.
Sharing soft kisses and hugs, they clambered into the kitchen. Cloud’s mood instantly lifted as he listened to his lovers chat and discuss their days’ work. He filled the table with their dinner and watched as they ate. It was together when Cloud felt most at home and comfortable.
Following dinner was a long cuddle session on the couch. Together they piled on the small couch, hands and feet poking out and half lying on each other, they finally got into comfortable positions. Cloud curled himself on Angeal’s lap tucking his head under his chin with his legs resting on Zack. Cloud became fully relaxed as large, strong fingers dragged through his feathers. Scratching under his feathers and soft down, pulling out the loose feathers and giving his wings a full massage and preen. Before long everyone’s laps were covered in white fluffy down and feathers.
They ended the night with continued cuddles in bed after they washed up and Cloud found himself comfortably buried between the right fit of all his lovers.
