FF7: Daddy!Chaos 'verse "Welcome Home"
Title: Welcome Home
Fandom: FF7 - Daddy!Chaos ‘verse
Rating: PG
Summary: Cloud, Zack, and Sephiroth are going to Nibelheim. Everyone’s getting ready, whether they like it or not.
Rest of the ‘verse
Welcome Home
After everything…
Pretending like he wasn’t a freak or a loser or a worthless waste of space…
Fighting to leave Nibelheim and fighting to get to Midgar and fighting to get into the SOLDIER program…
Cloud had still failed.
And no one would tell him why.
He wrapped his arms around his knees and hid behind his helmet, hoping it would shield him from the SOLDIERs’ sight. Cloud didn’t want them to see his wet eyes.
After all this, Nibelheim still haunted him. He felt like he was back there again, sore from the rocks thrown by the other kids, sore from their taunts. He had no helmet back then to hide his eyes, but he had made do.
Always Nibelheim. He never could escape.
He could almost hear his mother’s voice: “Welcome home.”
Zack bounced in front of him like he had a time materia instead of Fire and Cure. His bright eyes darted between Cloud and Sephiroth’s still forms. Just watching him made Cloud tired.
Question echoed in the silence, loud enough to make Cloud’s ears ring, but Zack only asked, “Motion sick, Cloud?”
Cloud grunted. That seemed answer enough for Zack, enough to launch him into another stream of chatter. No one pointed out that Cloud had never been motion sick in the entire time they knew each other. Cloud had never even been sick.
Cloud buried his head in his knees and tried to focus on Zack’s too loud voice.
All he could hear was the howling of wolves.
Welcome Home
Soft growls and distant howls awoke Vincent Valentine.
Sometimes, if Vincent submerged himself enough, lost himself deeply enough in the darkness, he could almost ignore the voices. All of them different, trembling in his blood even as they echoed in his ears. Often gibberish but sometimes too clear, too sharp, like the knife he used to keep in his boot.
The wolves were always worse. And Chaos’ laughter. Howling and howling and howling…
He had heard them That Night, with the blood and blue eyes and strange smile.
Vincent tried to sink back into the darkness, but the chill around him rose, like ice crystals were creeping inside his coffin.
Something was coming.
Welcome Home
Sephiroth tried to focus on Zack’s voice. Always loud and vibrant, it seemed like a thunderstorm in the small confines of the truck now. Zack’s energy, wild and frantic, rippled through him.
Or maybe that was something else.
Nibelheim. He tried to remember its history, but it was something ShinRa always tried to ignore. ShinRa liked to pretend that no town had a history before them. Hojo hated the rich mythology of the town and forbid Sephiroth from researching it. Of course, Sephiroth tried anyway, but the mythology seemed largely oral.
Had he ever asked Cloud? He had meant to ask Cloud…
Zack’s voice rumbled in the background like rising thunder, but since Sephiroth couldn’t focus on him, he tried to focus on Cloud.
Cloud, who refused to look up, refused to meet his eyes. Cloud, who always distracted him, an icy winter breeze amidst ShinRa’s oppressive heat.
In the distance, Sephiroth heard wolves howling, and the world fell away again.
Fandom: FF7 - Daddy!Chaos ‘verse
Rating: PG
Summary: Cloud, Zack, and Sephiroth are going to Nibelheim. Everyone’s getting ready, whether they like it or not.
Rest of the ‘verse
Welcome Home
After everything…
Pretending like he wasn’t a freak or a loser or a worthless waste of space…
Fighting to leave Nibelheim and fighting to get to Midgar and fighting to get into the SOLDIER program…
Cloud had still failed.
And no one would tell him why.
He wrapped his arms around his knees and hid behind his helmet, hoping it would shield him from the SOLDIERs’ sight. Cloud didn’t want them to see his wet eyes.
After all this, Nibelheim still haunted him. He felt like he was back there again, sore from the rocks thrown by the other kids, sore from their taunts. He had no helmet back then to hide his eyes, but he had made do.
Always Nibelheim. He never could escape.
He could almost hear his mother’s voice: “Welcome home.”
Zack bounced in front of him like he had a time materia instead of Fire and Cure. His bright eyes darted between Cloud and Sephiroth’s still forms. Just watching him made Cloud tired.
Question echoed in the silence, loud enough to make Cloud’s ears ring, but Zack only asked, “Motion sick, Cloud?”
Cloud grunted. That seemed answer enough for Zack, enough to launch him into another stream of chatter. No one pointed out that Cloud had never been motion sick in the entire time they knew each other. Cloud had never even been sick.
Cloud buried his head in his knees and tried to focus on Zack’s too loud voice.
All he could hear was the howling of wolves.
Welcome Home
Soft growls and distant howls awoke Vincent Valentine.
Sometimes, if Vincent submerged himself enough, lost himself deeply enough in the darkness, he could almost ignore the voices. All of them different, trembling in his blood even as they echoed in his ears. Often gibberish but sometimes too clear, too sharp, like the knife he used to keep in his boot.
The wolves were always worse. And Chaos’ laughter. Howling and howling and howling…
He had heard them That Night, with the blood and blue eyes and strange smile.
Vincent tried to sink back into the darkness, but the chill around him rose, like ice crystals were creeping inside his coffin.
Something was coming.
Welcome Home
Sephiroth tried to focus on Zack’s voice. Always loud and vibrant, it seemed like a thunderstorm in the small confines of the truck now. Zack’s energy, wild and frantic, rippled through him.
Or maybe that was something else.
Nibelheim. He tried to remember its history, but it was something ShinRa always tried to ignore. ShinRa liked to pretend that no town had a history before them. Hojo hated the rich mythology of the town and forbid Sephiroth from researching it. Of course, Sephiroth tried anyway, but the mythology seemed largely oral.
Had he ever asked Cloud? He had meant to ask Cloud…
Zack’s voice rumbled in the background like rising thunder, but since Sephiroth couldn’t focus on him, he tried to focus on Cloud.
Cloud, who refused to look up, refused to meet his eyes. Cloud, who always distracted him, an icy winter breeze amidst ShinRa’s oppressive heat.
In the distance, Sephiroth heard wolves howling, and the world fell away again.