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Underwere Pairing: Valenwind Rating: cute A/N: My fic for the Valenwind Zine! Most of Avalanche were already eating breakfast when Vincent made his appearance, arms folded over his chest and red gaze fixed on a certain pilot, whom they all knew carried a torch the size of Ifrit for the gunner. With absolutely no prequel, Vincent stated deadpan. "Chief, I require your underwear." The next few minutes were as explosive as they were amusing. Cid coughed, spluttered and choked on the piece of toast he'd accidentally inhaled and it was up to Barret as the groups current handler of brain cells to perform a quick Heimlich maneuver on the poor pilot while Aerith hovered nervously nearby with a Phoneix Down. Yuffie and Tifa fell over themselves laughing and Cloud turned the approximate colour of a Summoning Materia. The ruckus didn't die down until Cid, hanging like a ragdoll from the bigger man's arms, managed to croak: "What?!" In a tone of voice that implied the gunner had asked for something