How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?
FF7 || PG || gen/OT3 subtext
- Last Christmas' postcard present for artimusdin
When Cloud discovered that Zack and Sephiroth had actually come to Nibelheim to "check up" on him, he clenched his jaw hard enough to grind teeth. After an initial snarl of, "I'm not some damsel in distress, I can take care of myself," he didn't say much, and the other two thought that was that.
The next morning, Cloud cooked them breakfast. "Oh, this is awesome," said Zack through a mouthful of food. Sephiroth nodded silently in agreement. "What is it?"
"Scrambled eggs and cow brains," said Cloud. "More orange juice?"
When they all got back to ShinRa, Cloud discovered that even his squadmates stopped teasing him.
In one of my long (looooooooong) fics I make a big deal out of the Nordic influences in Cloud's hometown. artimusdin was always entertained by the thought of either Cloud or his mum making those 'traditional' foods that use pretty much any and every part of the animal and trying to feed it to Zack and Sephiroth. And by 'traditional' I mean in the loosest sense of the term and not necessarily Scandinavian. Which I was totally going to write in, except the story was like LOL FUCK THAT I WANT TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT and it got away from me. :(
I also meant to poke a little fun at how Cloud tends to get so overly uke-ified; yeah, he's shorter than the others and was the prettiest drag queen in a lineup of women, but c'mon.