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âCalm down, itâs not that big of a deal.â
âWell call me crazy, but as far as Iâm concerned, receiving death threats is kind of a big deal!â
Cloud scoffed, straightening the pile of paper before him before looking at Genesis with the most unimpressed expression possible. âThey are eight years old, Genesis. I doubt itâs a big concern.â
Genesis continued his pacing, running hands through his hair speaking in an almost frantic tone. âThey definitely meant it Cloud! Theyâre murderous eight-year-olds!â He turned to Cloud, his words taking on an accusatory tone, âWhy are you raising murderous eight-year-olds?â
Cloud snorted in humour, shaking his head and replying in a laugh-filled voice. âTheyâre not murderous, Genesis.â He continued to straighten out his desk, âtheyâre just kids.â
âMurderous kids,â Genesis stated, coming around to slump against Cloudâs desk staring down at the amused blonde. âTheyâre going to stab me with something sharp.â
âI donât let them near anything sharp,â Cloud mutters absentmindedly, focusing on the papers in his hands, heâd have to remember to return this to where it came from.
âA marvellous choice on your part, dear.â Genesis states calmly, running his hand through his hair once again. He turned to stare at Cloud incredulously asking in a confused tone, âWhy are you raising them anyway? Arenât they related to Sephiroth in some way?â
âTheyâre brothers in a sense of the word,â Cloud placed the paper to the side returning his attention to the man leaning against his desk. âAlso, I doubt Sephiroth has any idea about how to look after kids.â
"And you do?â Genesis fixed Cloud with a disbelieving look.
âThe other secretaries are nice enough to give me some pointers when I need them.â Cloud states calmly, meeting Genesisâ gaze levelly.
âTheyâre still going to murder me,â Genesis whined, slumping further until he was eye-to-eye with his sitting lover. âTheyâre very protective of theirâ Genesis takes a moment to think before finishing with a smirk, âMother.â
Cloud met his teasing smirk with a soft smile of his own, âTheyâre good boys.â He states simply, smile growing as Genesis ducked his face away from him in exasperation.
âBut Cloud,â Genesis whines once more, resting his head against the wood-grain of the desk.
Cloud laughs again, reaching across to run his hand through auburn hair. âPoor SOLDIER, scared of three tiny children.â His smile softens and he continues to card fingers through Genesisâ hair. âI can talk to them if you want.â
Genesis sighed heavily before speaking, voice muffled by the surface he was leaning against. âNo, I should speak to them myself.â He lifted his face from the desk, features turning pensive as he mused aloud, âPerhaps over a Materia lesson...â
Cloud fixed Genesis with a sharp glare, âYou are not teaching my boys how to set people on fire!â Cloudâs voice was angry, an obvious warning to Genesisâ musings.
âNo, of course not Cloud.â Genesis agreed easily, smiling easily at his angry lover. He saw Cloud relax back into his seat and couldnât help but rile the other a bit, âShocking them on the other hand...â
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I wanted to write fluff and I did it all in one night after I couldnât sleep and I couldnât handle any more FFXV.
ANYWAYS, hereâs the fluff to hopefully attempt to counterbalance all the other shit Iâve been writing lately. This one isnât edited right now, Iâll repost and update this when it is.
Summery: The final battle of Advent Children goes a little differently this time around. Little bit of Cloud/Yazoo shipping as it gives me life.
Characters: Cloud, Genesis and the Sephlings.Â
Enjoy the unedited fluffy!
Cloud was beginning to tire, it was bound to happen. He had been fighting The Remnants for days, unable to rest from a combination of the Stigma and their actions, and had been fighting Kadaj in an attempt to destroy the last bit of Jenovaâs remains.
Why there even were Jenova remains around at all, was something he was very interested in knowing and would quite possibly lead him to knocking Rufusâ skull in.
Now he was fighting Sephiroth. Not just Sephiroth though, no. He was fighting a fresh Sephiroth, all on his own. Yes, this Kadaj-Sephiroth was a bit slower than the actual one and Cloud was sure that was the only reason he wasnât dead yet, he hadnât been prepared to fight Sephiroth on his own.
Especially after days without rest of any kind.
He landed awkwardly onto the slanted, crumbling ruins, feeling the tendons of his ankle twist and almost give out under him. The sensation drew a pained gasp from him, dropping to his knees from the pain and exhaustion.
Kadaj-Sephiroth was approaching him now, stalking towards where he had crumbled with a sinister smirk on his face. Cloud tried to get up, trying to get his feet back under him and steady enough to continue the fight against Sephiroth.
He could feel the burn of a Break running through his body. If he could just get up, then this fight might just turn in his favour.
Before Kadaj-Sephiroth could get any closer, a vaguely human-shaped red blur slammed into him, propelling them both away from Cloud. Cloud stared after the two for a moment, listening to the sharp sounds of colliding metal ring through the air.
He heaved a sigh, relaxing into the ground slightly. He could finally rest, even if it was only for a few moments.
He concentrated some of his energy into the Mastered Restore Materia held within his bracer, coaxing the magic into working to his desire. He soon felt the revitalising wash of Curative magic start to work at his injuries, restoring energy to his tired form.
He opened his eyes after cutting off the flow of energy into the Materia, turning towards the sounds of battle, searching out the combatantsâ forms. He couldnât quite make them out, the two barely more than coloured blurs of motion to even his enhanced eyes.
That left the question; Who was the person currently fighting Kadaj-Sephiroth? It moved too humanely to be Nanaki and Vincent preferred to fight from a distance, gunslinger that he was. Not to mention, he doubted that either of them followed them into the depths of the ruins.
He shrugged his shoulders, it didnât really matter who the other was. If they wanted to fight a Sephiroth than Cloud was not going to deter them at all.
He turned his eyes away from the fight, flicking his gaze around his surroundings absentmindedly. It was actually kind of nice out here, it was quiet without the overwhelming bustle of people, the clouds were casting some nice-looking shadows over the ruins and besides the fight happening between the coloured blurs it was peaceful.
Meteor wasnât coming down, Sephiroth wasnât actively trying to kill him right now, nothing hurt too much at the moment. This was fine.
He heard a soft scraping sound from behind him, he turned cautiously preparing for a fight. He froze at the sight before him.
The other two remnants, Yazoo and Loz, had somehow made their way into the ruins and climbed up the side of the building. They looked awful, clothing and hair singed and burns littered their bodies. Last he knew, the Turks had been planning to bomb the two.
They were both using the other to stay standing, stumbling gradually closer to where Cloud was resting. He watched them openly until they were right in front of him.
He wasnât sure what he expected, perhaps an attack of some kind but instead they collapsed beside him, curling towards him in some instinctual search for comfort. They eventually stopped moving when they had curled themselves securely around him, their pained breathing evening out a little bit.
Cloud didnât have the heart to try to push them away, so he left there momentarily, thinking through what his next actions should be.
He should probably get them something more secure, preferably out of the elements. He needed to check around to see if there was anywhere they could rest.
He tried to stand up in order to search the area, but when he started to move Yazoo, the pretty one, clamped his hand around Cloudâs arm, halting him. Yazoo gazed up at him with pained eyes, breathing growing rapid in panic as he tried to keep Cloud there.
Cloud pressed his hand to the crown of Yazooâs head, ruffling his hair slightly trying to calm the distressed male. It worked with Denzel and Marlene, hopefully it would work here.
It seemed to as Yazooâs breathing calmed slightly and the grip around his arm loosened minutely. He pressed him forehead to the otherâs keeping eye contact as he spoke, hoping to convey that he was telling the truth, âJust going to look for somewhere safer. Iâll be right back.â
Yazoo gazed back at him for several minutes until he nodded in agreement, releasing Cloud completely, instead pressing into his brotherâs body for safety. Cloud watched them momentarily, insuring they were safe before setting off to look for shelter.
He quickly searches the area, soon finding a building thatâs not too destroyed to take shelter in. Thereâs no monsters taking refuge in the building, so he returns to where he left the two remnants.
Neither had moved from where he left them, beyond shifting to more comfortable positions on the hard concrete of the roof. Theyâre both hurt and exhausted from the explosion that had caused those injuries, Cloud would heal them when they got to the shelter.
He got them both standing with some effort and began to lead them to the shelter, it took some time for them to get there but they managed eventually.
Now they were all safely tucked away, while the two continued to fight outside. Loz was barely conscious so Cloud worked at healing him first, feeding energy into his Restore Materia and casting the curative magic over the larger male.
The Materia worked quickly, healing most of Lozâs wounds and leaving only faint bruises and burns that would heal quickly from the natural Mako running through his system. After he had finished healing him, Loz slipped into a deep, exhausted sleep against the wall.
Yazoo had been watching Cloud work through weary eyes, they were trained on Lozâs sleeping form now. Observing his even breathing intently.
Cloud placed a hand on Yazooâs thin shoulder, drawing his attention away from his brother. Yazoo blinked at him blankly, Cloud held up the faintly glowing Materia he held in his hand as answer.
Cloud had more than enough energy to heal Yazoo. Yazooâs eyes fixated on the gently glow of the orb in his hand, following it dazedly as Cloud moved closer to cast the magic over him.
Yazoo fell against Cloud completely as he began to heal him, resting his face against the hard plain of Cloudâs chest as the magic washed over him. He was quiet as the magic did its work healing the majority of his injuries until only a few minute wounds remained.
Cloud cut off the flow of magic when it had done all it could, pocketing the orb now that he was done with it. He looked down at the body resting against his, seeing dazed emerald eyes looking back up at him.
He lifted an eyebrow in question at the younger, only for Yazoo to burrow deeper into the warmth of Cloudâs chest. He rolled his eyes in bemusement and began to shuffle them both towards the wall.
If the other was going to use him like a pillow, he would at least have something to lean on himself.
He settled against the wall next to Lozâs form only to have the mass of bulk curl into his side and rest against him. He sighed at the action, slumping against the wall under the combined weight of the two.
Loz was resting contently against one shoulder and Yazoo was leaning against the other watching Cloud with dazed, tired eyes. He focused on Yazoo, watching hazy green eyes trace over his face.
Cloud froze when Yazoo raise his hand, relaxing when the other only reached up to trace the scar above his eyebrow, one the shooter had put there, overwriting the faint line left by Sephiroth at Meteorfall two years prior.
He hadnât been expecting that, the wound had healed since their encounter in the Forgotten Capital, leaving only healed skin and the new scar replacing the old.
Yazoo continued to trace the scar on Cloudâs face, ignoring Cloudâs expression entirely as his pale finger moved over the skin continuously.
Cloud decided not to bother asking about it, the other probably had no idea about person space at all and was just doing his own weird thing. No, he wasnât just letting Yazoo do it because he thought he was pretty and the little frown between his eyes was adorable. Not at all.
Why was Yazoo even frowning for anyway?
âWhatâs up?â He hoped the question wouldnât freak him out too much.
Yazoo stopped completely, hand frozen on Cloudâs face as he stared at the blonde. The hand trembled slightly against his face as Yazoo stared at him.
Cloud thought Yazoo wasnât going to answer him for a moment, then he spoke in his soft apathetic tone. âFor some reason, I do not like the thought that big brother scarred you.â The answer was hesitant, Yazoo paused between his words as he thought through how to say what was on his mind.
Cloud stared at Yazoo for a moment, humming in consideration of the otherâs words. He didnât know what to say to that.
Yazoo seemed to accept his silence as an answer though, starting to run his fingers along Cloudâs face again. Only now a bit more confidently, running pale, slim fingers all over Cloudâs face, mapping it out.
Cloud shrugged to himself and allowed Yazoo to do as he wished, steadying his breathing so he could get a bit of rest.
He had been resting for a while when the red man entered. Yazoo who had by then finished running his exploration, raised his head from where it was resting against Cloudâs chest and flinched back into Cloud.
The man strode forward confidently, only to pause at the sense Cloud made with the two curled into him. âWhat on earth are you doing?â The manâs voice was incredulous as he spoke, staring straight at Cloud with cold eyes.
Cloud just shrugged in reply before giving his reason, âThe Turks blew them up.â The man stared at him, one fine brow raised questioningly, rolling his eyes dramatically when he realized Cloud wasnât going to say anymore.
The man moved closer until he could set Kadaj down on Cloud, moving himself away once he was free of the teenâs body weight. He watched curiously as Kadaj managed to tuck himself under Cloudâs chin, curling into the rain-damp fabric.
Cloud rolls his eyes in exasperation at the action but allows it.
He snorted in amusement from across the room, but Cloud simply ignored him more concerned about whether Kadaj was injured or not. A quick search revealed none and since Kadaj hadnât flinched away in pain, Cloud was going to assume that the younger was fine.
Yazoo had been watching the man cautiously since he appeared, Cloud assumed that if Yazoo still had his weapons theyâd be trained on the stranger.
The stranger turned to leave, shoulders shaking minutely from soft chuckles, he lifted his hand in farewell as he left. Cloud watched the redhead until he manifested a single large black wing and took off.
He hadnât been too bad, Cloud supposed. Well, anyone else willing to fight Sephiroth instead of getting him to do it was great. He really didnât want to be impaled by Sephirothâs seven-foot sword again.
Cloud shifted slightly, freezing when Kadaj made a distressed noise high in his throat at the movement. Cloud tried to comfort the distressed teen, tucking him closer to his chest and running a hand along his back.
Yazooâs returned to tracing the new scar, ignoring what was going on with his brother.
Cloud was soon able to calm Kadaj, leaning back against the wall as comfortably as he could under the weight of the three. Loz weighing down up of his limbs, Kadaj tucked against his chest and Yazoo draped over him running fingers over his scar.
Yazoo hummed contently, pressing closer to Cloud as he started to fall asleep. His fingers slackened, falling away as Yazoo rested his head against Cloud. Cloud hears him mutter softly, tone heavy with exhaustion, âMy Cloud⌠big brother canât have you.â
Cloud glanced at Yazoo out of the corner of his eye, wanting to question the shooter but the other had already fallen into unconsciousness.
Cloud was left to his own thoughts then, with the three using him as a living pillow. He should get out of the ruins, his friends were probably all worried about him. Not to mention he needed to figure out what to do with these three.
He doubted that Sephiroth would be able to return again; unless Shinra had more Jenova bits lying around somewhere. He really needed to âtalkâ to Rufus.
Thatâll have to wait until later though, the three are warm, heavy weights against him and he doubts heâll be moving anything soon. Especially with how Kadaj keeps making soft noises of distress when he tries to move at all.
This was fine though, the rain from the church would heal the Geostigma, they were relativity safe where they were and he hadnât been impaled today. Great results for a day, considering Shinra and Sephiroth had been involved.
He relaxed under the weight of the triplets and let himself fall into a light rest.
His friends would find him eventually, heâd worry about things then.