#...especially from Zack Fair

[schtinkybeanz]

ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕖 + ℤ𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕣

(mod 1) + (mod 2)

𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕍𝕀𝕀 ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙

[shitpostingkats]

Zack Fair has a really fascinating relationship with killing where a lot of the rest of the cast doesn't. He fights people as well as monsters and gradually stops being able to differentiate the two. He helps clear out beasties and ghoulies but he also intros the game with a massive attack on a foreign nation just to shore up corporate interests and for a good chunk of the game places those two activities in the same spot in his mind. One of his side projects at work is quashing the last remnants of rebellion in said occupied country and rooting out the spies in their resistance, at which point he hands them over to his bosses to be interrogated and presumably tortured. But if he comes face to face with the same people in a combat scenario, he won't kill them, because he views their desire to see themselves free as an honorable trait. Then he turns around and attacks hordes of people who defected Shinra. He uses the blunt side of his sword, not to spare lives, but because he doesn't want to damage the sharp edge.

Wutai forces and Genesis clones have a different categorization to him, something he can mentally label as "other". But after Nibelhiem, your primary enemy type becomes other Shinra soldiers. Just after Zack has had his realizations that the monsters he was wiping out share a haunting amount of basic building blocks with his coworkers. And with himself.

Actually, let's pause. Zack is the only character we see have any sort of acceptance of being Jenova-ed. Every other character is unwilling and usually not even a conscious being yet, but Zack A) knows what is being done to him, and B) openly states he wants those monstrous traits for himself. "Those wings / I want them too." Up to this point, every other character has equated being Jenova-ed to being baser, to being subhuman, but Zack at the very beginning tried to convince Angeal that it meant freedom. Power to do what you want.

Zack Fair willingly and with open arms embraced being made less than human because he thought it would give him the strength to break out of captivity.

So he busts out, and the first thing he's greeted with it a horde of enemies that he knows are human, has worked and talked with, and are in fact the same shape and type of person as Cloud. Just a couple cutscenes ago, these were his coworkers.

The easiest way to get through them is to set them on fire and blow up the munitions they're carrying on their person.

(It's such a beautiful demystifying of the elemental system. I love it.)

Oh also, you're on a time limit, so you gotta kill all these guys fast, because they're trying to go for the weak spot, Cloud, who can't fight and is getting dragged away.

After that, the next thing Zack does is find a gun and start taking long ranged killshots.

There's a tangible feeling of a lesson being learned.

Zack is (I think?) the only SOLDIER we ever see use a gun. It's worth noting that even the most fallen of SOLDIERs stick to their flashy blades and their weird swordfights. Other characters even comment how bizarre it is, but ffvii also runs on that fantasy world logic where if you just Get Good enough, swords are just as good as guns if not better. Guns are the lower, more primitive weapon, fit for grunts and hitmen but not elite fighters.

(I could also go into detail on how some of the SOLDIERS weapon are sold as bespoke merch in world, and basically another tool in the toolbox of how to sell these flesh and blood men as mythologized products. But we don't have time to unpack all of that.)

For Zack, we know that his sword is even a symbol of honorable combat and a legacy of trying to do the right thing. Zack picking up a gun is basically debasing himself to being just another man in the field. And it's a sniper rifle. The weapon guaranteed to get him as little contact with his opponent as possible and does not even give them a chance to fight back. But it's whatever gets the job done.

Zack starts the game as someone who kills people, but it's hand-waved aside the same way it is for most everyone else, only for him to bite that awareness apple like five minutes before it becomes absolutely vital he survive at all costs. Zack becomes aware that he's on a slippery slope and due to circumstances has to start sprinting. Over the course of the game, we watch as Zack Fair goes from being someone who kills people to a killer.

[blue-eli]

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[rocketbirdie]

one of the things about zack is that he was most likely a soldier from teh age of 14, like cloud was, so he literally doesnt know anythin other than the violence he was taught bcause hes a child soldier, so of course the easiest and simplest solution is to just kill anyone in his way, thats what shinra taught him

i'd argue it started even younger than that, with rebirth showing off his "secret gym" where he practiced with wooden swords and whatnot

maybe he was just interested in learning to protect his home! but let's be real here. that reactor was right next door and shinra was definitely plastering propaganda all over gongaga. gotta start em young!

[noctunis]

how do they love? | ffvii | slight nsfw blurbs too..

ᯓ CLOUD STRIFE’s love is subtle — in a way that the naked eye can’t recognize, only the fluttering in your stomach able to distinguish his feelings. to stand so close to him; enough to feel body heat radiating, is a privilege only given to you — words left unsaid, but always heard.

cloud’s not so physically affectionate, especially in public. he doesn’t do candlelit dinners with wine and sweet nothings, or slinging an arm over your shoulder to press you to his side. but when he comes home after a long day with tifa and the rest of avalanche, dark trails of marks littering his arms and back, he comes to you for patching up.

though it takes a long time for cloud to accept the love you truly have for him (and a lot of late nights spent bickering because he doesn’t want to bother you with the wound he can’t get on his back) — one night, he sits on your bed and wordlessly hands you supplies. his eyes can’t tear away from your soft smile and dreary eyes.

he’s grateful for your patience at his awkwardness. cloud hasn’t exactly had much experience with relationships, and not the best for the ones he did have. he means well; although his words come out strained, like the molasses didn’t come up his mouth right and instead sticks to his incisors, the sweetness of his tone absent and replaced with something almost confused. you reassure him it’s okay, that it’s okay to not say anything. he always wonders how you always know what to say to him and instead lets his hand rub circles into your wrist as a response.

and when you lay at night, he’s subtle too. his soft breaths muffled into the crook of your neck as you mewl quietly, soft words spewed through your lips between sighs. he asks you a question and your brain’s so fuzzy you almost can’t hear it, until you feel fingers hook into your waistband, perched there until he asks you again.

his eyes’ll always find you in a room until your own pair meet his — only then does he look away. he can always find you, from a laugh in a crowded room or from your quiet sobs behind the bathroom door. cloud finds comfort in these moments because he didn’t have anyone to lean on like this. he only hopes you’ll find comfort in it, too.

ᯓ ZACK FAIR’s love is boyish — rosy smiles with crinkled eyes, only starlight in them at the way you compliment his technique in battle. proud hands on his hips as he clears his throat with a confident, “yeah? oh, yeah! maybe i’ll teach you sometime!”

when he’s not training under angeal and so busy all the time, being a SOLDIER and all, spending time with you is one of the main ways he shows affection. a hand in yours while the other holds a cup of ice cream, prattling on about how he couldn’t wait to come home; looking over to you once you laugh behind your hand, a grin on his face and a bump of your hip is all he needs and he’d die a happy man.

zack will kiss your tears away and cup your face in his hands, looking down on you with only the softest of gazes. he’ll listen to you talk the same way you listen to him — always. it’s a mutual thing between you two and zack sees nothing but equality in your relationship; so when he’s pulling you close to his chest with a hand on the back of your head, he’ll stand there until his legs hurt and your voice gives out.

he’ll do anything you ask — talk with you, listen to you, pass by the food stall for your favorite on the way home, anything to make you feel better. he’ll even stand there for hours, rubbing circles into your back — cracking only a few jokes to hear the soft rumble in your body, letting a small chuckle of his own slip in.

at night, he’s quick with it even with the hand that cradles the back of your neck; a soft gesture even while he’s rolling his hips harshly and pressing his lips against your own, feeling the smile that breaks out on both his and your face. he can’t help but wanna get closer to you, until your brains meld together with the sweat on your skin and the moon on your faces.

zack smells of citrus and the ground outside; and he can never quite get rid of it. especially since you start using the same body wash and pitter patter along outside to hug him goodbye. he walks away with a grin, his pulse quickening and his stomach tightening with the thought of you.

ᯓ SEPHIROTH’s love is quiet — murmured upon the top of your head where it travels through the flesh and fires your neurons, a softness oozing inside of you. a soft hand at the curve of your lower back, guiding you where he needs you to go, perhaps subconsciously. perceptively eyeing any habits you have; like holding a pencil between your teeth or stumbling over your feet — maybe a few low, playful remarks, too.

he writes you everyday when he’s on long missions. they’re usually short, but the length doesn’t matter compared to the content that’s within them, sweet letters across the page in small handwriting, signed off with his initials at the bottom and the scent of warm leather alongside it.

the warmth of seph’s skin is foreign when you’re so used to his gloves. when he takes them off, it’s a nice change of pace as you can finally feel his skin as he can yours. he’ll come home from dinner, taking off his arm and unsheathing himself for the day — he’s bare and belly-up but seph figures it’s okay as long as it’s you he’s with. he gives a small kiss to your forehead, delicate and careful, as he asks about your day over dinner; and as the lights comes through, glaring at you through the cracks of windows, you tell him.

he’ll talk about you to his friends; angeal and genesis practically rolling their eyes the next time they hear about you. he merely crosses his arms and goes on about you even further to annoy them. what can he say? you have a special place in his mind, inhabiting it 24/7.

sephiroth’s a quiet lover at heart, even while you got your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in closer. his breathing only becomes heavier and you worry he doesn’t feel as good until you involuntarily clench around him; his lashes fluttering with a sudden groan. you crack a grin and he puffs an amused breath through his nose before he leans over you, your pupils dilating at his whispers.

he lies back and lets his eyes flutter close at night. he knows that you only have to press your ear to his chest to hear your name rather than a heartbeat. he only hopes you know, too.

ᯓ ANGEAL HEWLEY’s love is wholehearted — because he figures; why do something if you’re not going to give it your all? angeal doesn’t date often, if at all. he was hesitant to date you only because this relationship with you and his relationship with work would probably be imbalanced and while he did find you attractive both inside and out, he wanted to establish a bond of trust between the two of you before going any further.

angeal is very careful with his love, another perceptive one. even as sleep pulls at his eyelids and a yawn threatens to escape his throat, he will always come home to you and ask how your day’s been, how you’re doing, everything before falling asleep. a soft smile tugs at his lips when he hears you ask the same, following him to the bedroom after the both of you packed and stowed away leftovers. he respects equality and trust within your relationship as well and tries his hardest to maintain a healthy relationship through and through.

he’ll send you lengthy letters full of promises and sweet words, awaiting the day when he comes back home from his longer missions. he’ll tell you about zack, about genesis’ antics, about the dumbapples in his village. he’ll even take you to see them, if you’d like. angeal is also very old fashioned — insisting that you meet his mother and that he asks your parents (or friends) for your hand in marriage when it comes to it.

while not into pda as much, there are times where he’ll sit with you outside and just bask in your presence. hand in his, he’ll turn away to hide the subtlety of his growing smile but only hopes that you don’t hide yours. quality time is especially important to angeal — whenever he has free time to spare, he always spends it with you. a freshly baked cookie; gooey on the inside and crispy on the outside.

angeal is very loving at night, too. though preferring to let you do your own thing unless told otherwise, he is just a sucker for missionary, only because he just wants your space in his; just so you two can clutch onto each other, pulsing excitement threatening to tear a tendon as you both murmur out praises that only make his hips stutter and tilt upward.

as a boy, knee scraped and tears brimming in his eyes, his father told him that something gold waited for angeal. he only truly believed it when he met you, and now everything’s turned to gold.

ᯓ GENESIS RHAPSODOS’ love is poetic — and no, not just because he reads poetry, but because the way he shows his love is almost like a dream. bordering on the brink of a fairytale will genesis’ love be displayed, almost a bit cliché.

obviously he is a first class SOLDIER as well, and balancing all the work he is and public appearances (and his fan club..), he doesn’t want to make you feel neglected! so he’ll come to your home and just want to relax. but at least, he gets to do it with you. waiting for you to finish reading before he turns a page in a book you both have your noses in, until you eventually fall asleep — he resists the urge to keep reading and instantly marks the page, shutting the book altogether and pressing his lips to your forehead in a kiss goodnight.

will also write you letters when he’s far away! (yes, he might be a little sad if he doesn’t get one back) — but the type to do it the most though, as he prefers pen to paper than a call away. yes, he makes sure to kiss the letter before he sends it off. he thinks it helps it navigate itself to you and ensures that it doesn’t get lost. you laugh it off but surprisingly none of your letters have ever gotten lost in the mail. . .

also one to take you to banora to see the dumbapples — he’ll tell you of fond memories and the smell of floral days and sugar slowly creep up on you, and you both smile at it. it might take genesis a while to unfold his secrets, but he’d like to be shown bare with you, nothing hidden. he just doesn’t know how. if you gently clasp his hands and look him in the eye, expressing how okay everything will be even if he doesn’t tell you, you’ve got his hand in marriage.

so talkative even when it’s just the two of you in bed; he’s confident while he’s grinding into you, whispering sweet nothings to you and occasionally laughing at an expression you make. he can’t help but tease you even in your most vulnerable moments. he’ll place two fingers on either side of your jaw and tilt your head up to just look at him — that’s all he wants you to see as you cum. he may be a little possessive.. who knows??

genesis is a lover who shows you that the world is a beautiful place, and that you are but a beautiful piece of nature in this place. he’ll tell you that the wind whispers sweet messages for you, that the sun calls each day wishing to look upon your face, that the ocean sings in its waves in a song just for you — that it’s all for you.

ᯓ RENO’s love is teasing — laughing at you when he has to catch you when you trip, flicking your forehead when you ask him a question you’ve already asked. it’s all lighthearted though, you know it deep down. he’s catlike, one who’ll knock a mug over just to see you scramble to try and catch it or lay across your lap while you’re working.

being a turk also has its downsides for when he’s away from you. he won’t call or write, but reno can never stay away from you for too long or else rude’ll have to endure more of his complaining about the mission being too long. a real whiner, he is. even when he comes home; if you try to give him a hug, he’ll scoff and “try to push you away” which ends up being more like pawing at you instead. oh no, what a predicament he’s in . . whatever will he dooo. . .

he’s much more protective in public or when you’re around friends which is the most you’ll get. his love language is being annoying unfortunately. reno’s not into romantic stuff like that either, no candlelit dinners or dancing in the moonlight. stereotypical romance isn’t for him — even if you try to ask for it.

instead, he’ll wriggle his way behind you when you’re half asleep, nosing his way into your neck as he just . . lays there. he’s got a bruised rib and a wrapped gash across his leg, but he’ll still let you latch onto him when you’re sleeping, as tight as you can — or something, i guess. he doesn’t care. (he totally does).

he tries to act like he knows what he’s doing but reno’s thrusts are a little clumsy, paired with staggered breaths and starved kisses. a hand on his cheek and a soft look in your eyes, though. that’s all he needs before he’s holding back the urge to cum and he kisses you to swallow the whine in the back of his throat.

reno’s love is playful and albeit a little frustrating; but when you feel him reach over to you in the middle of the night for your hand, everything feels right.

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requests are open - april thirteenth, 2025

[dragonsoulage]

What are you looking at?

feat. Cloud Strife, Reno, Sephiroth, Zack Fair, Rufus Shinra

What are these gorgeous men looking at while they taking you over and over again? What part of you makes them blush or going feral when sinking into you?

Hello friendos, it was time to make something for Final Fantasy again 🤌🏻🤌🏻 after my Baji fic is done I thought this could it be 🤣💀 was playing Remake and was suddenly in the mood to ✨🌚 so here enjoy my little smūt when we talk about what they are looking at while they having fun with you 🌚🤌🏻

Wordcount: 2,6k

Warnings: smūt, missionary, pet names, doggystyle, s*x in front of a mirror, slight choking, tummy bulge, riding, spanking

Cloud Strife ~ So shy when he looks in your face…

Well, he is stoic yes, not too open about his feelings.

But when he fucks you, that boy is whipped trying to keep his mouth shut. Too embarrassed to let out too much noise.

Although it is quite sexy to listen to these deep shy grunts, when he is balls deep inside you.

Always making you shiver and pull him even closer.

Cloud is someone, he mostly fucks you from an angle where he can't see your face, simply because he loves your face.

Loves the way your lips parted for him just to moan his name.

The way that delicate blush on your cheeks spread, these eyes looking at him, adoring him.

He struggled not to just cum when you look at him.

Especially difficult it was when you grabbed his hand just to take his thumb in your mouth, making his thrusts stutter.

So when he fucks you he mostly likes to watch your cute expression when you are about to cum, when he holds your hips just to feed you with his thick inches over and over, to have these pretty orbs rolling back. Making himself groan, and his cock throb.

"Look at me, baby." you cooed in his ear, when you felt the blond nuzzled your neck, hard planes of muscles looming over you, two large, rough hands spreading your thighs open.

"N-no...you're just going to tease me." Cloud said firm, with a ragged breath while he bullies his cock right between your puffy folds.

So wet and warm, and so fucking velvety.

"Please, just one look, give me one look, pretty boy." you urged so sweetly, he was sure when he would not see your face he could get off on your voice alone.

Calling the 1 rank SOLDIER 'pretty boy', as if it would not make his dick any harder, making his balls draw up tight.

"No funny business, yeah?" Cloud repeated before finally getting up, still holding your thighs apart as you squirmed under him. With a smirk, wiggling your pussy down his shaft a little more, clenching around his base. Your pussy was always killing him.

"See, it's not that hard." you replied, and then he just gave you one mean thrust, mako blue eyes locking with yours, his gaze over all had roamed from your pretty pussy, stuffed full of him up your torso, your perfect tits, to your kiss bitten neck and then your gorgeous face. Your expression a little too cocky, but with that mean thrust there you had these big eyes again, jaw fell open, your expression just so full in need of him.

And hell, he was gone, he was so gone, groaning from only the fact how your eyes rolled back, the way he continued to pound into you.

One hand came up to tenderly cup your cheek, making your head that fell back in pure bliss, so he could just admire your pretty face.

"You are so....fuck, so pretty. Taking me so well." he praised you, he was just so in love with you and your expressions, making him nearly spill his load into you...

Reno ~ Mirror, mirror on the wall…

Reno is nasty, like when he could, he would have an eye on every part of you. Fucking you raw and that stamina, girl, you need to run away when you can't take it anymore.

Not that he would let you.

After all you are his 'sweet thing' adoring you in every position he folded you into.

Even when he is more of a tits guy, but when he could, damn he fucks you in front of the mirror.

Reno got confidence in buckets, he knows he is hot, he knows you think he is hot.

And for some reason he enjoys to not only make you watch yourself, how good you were taking his dick. But also how he fucked you, how his abs tensed when taking you from behind.

How the veins on his lower arm and on the hand popped up when grabbing your throat to make you look in the mirror.

And of course, how helplessly cute you looked when getting your cunt pounded like it would be the only goal in his life.   

"Nah, no looking away, babygirl." he snickered, always playful while being so deep inside you, you thought you would have been split open. Your cheeks already flush, his hands had grabbed your arms, hooking his hands underneath your elbows, to pull on you, just to bury a further inch inside your snug pussy.

Your pussy was pure heaven for him, dripping down his shaft, no one else could make you this wet, and he fucking knew it.

Always a shy girl, but so nice and wet when his dick was inside you. Moaning and crying, stating it would be too much, although it was just right.

"Re-reno, it's weird." you puffed out of your plump lips, when you looked at him through the mirror. Still, his pace restless and fast. Just slowing down now a little, to gave you something to breathe.

"Weird you say? So weird to watch that cute pussy getting parted for me? I love how we look like that, sweets." he stated, tilting his head, before letting one arm of you loose. You had such a nice deep arch for him.

"I mean, look at that... See how I enjoy fucking you?" he bends slightly forward just to lick a stripe up your neck to whisper it in your ear. Making his tip hit your cervix, what made you squeal, so cute, he swore you were so cute like this.

"Fuck...you're so...ahhh naughty." you tried to act up, a weak attempt on the fact how your walls grabbed his length.

"Oh, believe me, when I wouldn't be a turk, we would be porn stars, sugar." he joked, before grabbing you more firmly and steady to continue you to fuck you into oblivion in front of the mirror.

"Now give me a cute face, yeah, just like that. Look how good we look, how well you take me." he praised you with that damn sneer in his face, the damn grin and these turquoise eyes that now landed on you and him in the reflection. 

Sephiroth ~ Eyes on your pussy…

He is not really known to be so close with anyone. Expect you, one of the assistants from Hojo. Always so cute and your thoughtful expression. Alone, the care you took to ask him if he is fine, after a mission. Something he enjoyed, something that made him want to have you. And indeed he had you, all so possessive, all so rough.

Just enough time to have you on the desk in some office.

But what he adored to look at, green mako eyes fixed on that pink slit between your thighs.

Spreading your pussy lips apart, just to watch how deep he sunk into your welcoming heat.

He wasn't that good to look into your face, not that he wouldn't manage that at all. But it made his heart a weird movement, a weird feeling he didn't know how to put. So fixing on your wet cunt instead, seemed like a plan to him. Something he grew a little obsessed with.

Watching every little twitch your pussy made, how your clit throbbed when being neglected. How your hole clenched when he split you open.

Damn, it fascinated him, how he could stretch your pretty cunt out. And how it made your core flutter. Especially when you had this tummy bulge because he was so big, when he could watch how he rearranged your insides.

These low moans and grunts that came from his throat, not just because you felt absolutely divine, no because your pussy was like a pretty flower blooming for him.

A flower he wanted to squirt all over him, to gush out in pure ecstasy.   

"Look at that, so eager to take all of me, hm?" he teased with a calm voice, before his tip vanished inside you again, making your spine curve up.

"Please...faster." you whined nearly, but that plea fell on def ears, his eyes only watching your puffy folds. A hand of yours reaching down, wanting to rub your clit, to get that feeling of being high on pleasure. But before you could even touch your nub, his hand slapped yours away.

His handsome features shortly came to look in your eyes.

"Not without permission, little one. But I guess you lost that privilege now." he said to you, pushing his thick girthy cock further inside you.

The way your eyes rolled back, was something he may want to look more often, maybe when he had enough of watching that cute cunt try to milk him.

"But, Sephiroth... I just...hmm, just want-" you tried to say something with sense, although he literally fucked your brain out before.

"Sweet girl, got a greedy pussy. You just want, to cum, no other thought in that pretty head of yours." he taunted you nearly, making you blush, although he was right.

Wanting to cum so badly, you nearly could taste it on your cunt.

One hand from him moved down your belly, feeling how deep he was inside you, pressing down slightly, what made you cry out.

"Oh god..." was all you could let out, as he watched in awe how you clenched around him, how these juices spilled out of your cunt, making your legs shake. How he, the strongest SOLDIER, made you shake.

"Yeah, that's what I thought...pretty girl, with an even more pretty pussy." he murmured before finally picking up his pace.

Zack Fair ~ Shutting up when seeing tits…

Zack has a body that bangs you until the sun goes up and a face that wants to make you breakfast. But he couldn't help to have his girlfriend on top of him. Propped up on his thick cock. His mako eyes just loved to watch your tits bounce for him, how soft they were. How good your mounds looked when he gave them a little hickey sometimes because he sucked a little too eager.

Creamy skin, and pretty nipples, just so alluring to him. Always having them in his hands, always looking at them. Nearly as if he was cast with a spell, so in trance.

And the way you dragged your cunt up and down his pulsing cock, making him groan.

Eyes sometime fluttering shut, only to open again, afraid he might miss one of your cute bounces and the way your tits moved with it.

That puppy, gone, totally gone.

He was always a tits guy, no matter how yours looked, how big or small they were, he just loved them. Squished them, and he always had this endearing blush on his cheeks, when you caught him being totally transfixed to your chest.   

"God, yes. Riding me so good, you are such a...a natural in this, aren't you?" he babbled, he never could keep his mouth shut, not at all. The way your insides grabbing him, making him buck his hips up a little, just to bully his pink tip back inside you, against your sweet spot.

Then you took off your shirt and this was the moment, it made him shut up.

Just a groan and a moan slipping out of his lips.

Spiky hair messy when he reached one hand up to palm your tit.

"Suddenly so quiet." you joked while grinding against him, making his abs tense underneath you. Supporting your weight on top of his torso, sometimes fingers dancing over these muscles, you liked so much.

"Let a man adore his girlfriends, boobs. Can't help when....ah fuck...can't help when they are so perfect." he tried to listen, indeed he tried. Besides the fact that every blood was in his rock hard cock, now your unpacked, stunning tits on display for him. A thumb brushing over your nipple, before he gently tugged on it, making you gasp.

"Zack..." you moaned, your cunt dragging along his shaft in the most delicious way, the hips of you in a circle motion.

When you suddenly felt how his other palm came up grabbing you and pushing you forward, his hands on your ass. Making your upper body fall into him. As he decided to pound into you while his face being smashed with your tits.

"I love your tits, damn, so fucking perfect. Baby, I just could cum from looking at them." he confessed, hold back a whimper before his lips found the sensitive nipple from your right breast to suck in it. Making him groan even more, making his cock disappear even faster inside you.

Rufus Shinra ~ Got a thing for your backside…

Oh, every time you walk by, every time you turned around so he could see your pretty backside.

Rufus Shinras mouth went dry, that perfect curve of your ass, the way your hips swayed slightly when you walked.

The shape, alone the fact it looked so...just so good. Nearly made his serious composure fall.

After all, he was a busy man, a powerful man.

The president of Shinra companies was not only in love with you, but hell, did he is in love with your ass.

Having you bend over his desk whenever he could, not that he would have many opportunities in his leadership position. And every time he fucking loved to watch your soft skin yield under his touch, how your ass bounced back against him. How it looked when he grabbed a chunk of it.

Not to forget, he just couldn't help then to smack it while fucking his cock inside your tight pussy.

Alone, the fact you always arched your ass up for him, how it made your cunt clench when he smacked your ass.

The red hand print that was left there, before he would soothe it with a sweet caress.   

"Keep the arch, pretty. Need to be deep inside you, after that...urghh meeting." his voice strained, his blue orbs fixed on your flesh. The way your back was curved, how you knew he liked your butt that much, how you shamelessly wiggled it back onto him. Before moaning so pretty.

It was like a long needed break, every time he plunged his needy cock inside your heavenly cunt.

His hands grabbing your waist, just to watch the skin jiggled every time he thrusted inside you, feeling every vein that drags along his cock.

"Spank me, please." you urged him then, already could tell he wanted, just how his fingers before had danced over your skin, grabbing a good chunk of your ass. Holding back, not wanting to overwhelm his pretty lady so soon. Although, the way your ass bounced back against his pelvis, had something hypnotic and satisfying. Making him calmer, reducing his stress level. But when he could smack your ass, spank it, making you whimper and clench down on him. This had the Shinra president, going.

You heard a deep breath and a slight growl, just by how good he was fucking you. His palm caressing your sensitive skin, in a gentle motion.

"You play your cards just right, hm? Exactly knowing what I wanted, before I even bend you over." you heard him chuckle, and just as soon as you wanted to reply a sharp spank was heard, making your chest lay flat against the wooden desk. It had you cross-eyed, pussy drooling.

"Look at that, as if my hand print would be your personal branding, darling." he cooed before he leaked pre-cum right inside you, hitting that spongy part with such precise.

"Then brand me, baby." you moaned, wanting more of it.

"Good girl..." Rufus smirked before the next print of his hand landed on your other ass cheek.

[midgarangel]

ꗃ mine | zack fair 🗡️

summary: the relationship you have with zack proved to be anything but easy. he’s your best friend afterall, so you promise to be his.

contents: nsfw! zack fair x fem reader! eventual smut, protective/possessive/soft zack, oral (fem receiving), penetration, angst, fluff, basically all three.

words: 4k (i love him what can i say.)

—

Life was funny.

It had a way of putting you into situations that you often questioned. Was it genuinely fate? Or did you like being put in these situations?

Especially when it came to your best friend, Zack Fair.

Growing up across the street from him, you often found yourself sitting outside waiting for him to get home from school. Your mom homeschooled you, so every day after you finished, you'd sit out on the steps until you saw him walking down the sidewalk.

He was a happy boy. Always was. And he liked being your friend. You were the only one who welcomed and embraced his boisterous personality.

That friendship blossomed into, well, you didn't really know what it was, but it was something that drew you closer to him. Many nights, he stayed over at your parents' house, the two of you falling asleep on both couches. Sometimes, he'd sleep on the floor next to the couch you were on. Your mom would make those snarky comments that'd get your face red as a tomato because even she knew there was love beneath that friendship of yours.

But it was something different about Zack and you. The awkward moments and stolen glances screamed to the heavens above that the two of you were in love. Yet, he never wanted more; never wanted to have you.

His reason?

You didn't deserve to be thrown into his chaotic becoming life. He had dreamed of wanting to be a first class soldier like his many idols.

“I’d be away for too long. Head full of progressing…” He’d say. Zack didn’t want to subject you to the torture of a long distance relationship. Not when growing up the two of you were inseparable. Needless to say, you understood why he never wanted you to be his girlfriend.

Did it hurt?

Maybe.

But you rather have him as your best friend than lose him for good.

Yet, something changed when he joined shinra.

That young, happy boy who used to walk to the store with you had become a man who was going off to do amazing things. And the unknown feeling of if you'd see each other again weighed on both yours and his shoulders.

It was what made you take his hand and bring him to your room a couple of nights before he had to leave. Your parents had gone on a vacation somewhere south, so you were alone with Zack, in your room. He was just as nervous as you were, not having any experience at all, but neither had you. Yet, he was so gentle as he eased his cock into you for the first time.

You whined and whimpered, tensing at the sting of your cherry being popped, but he kissed you wherever his lips landed to soothe the feeling. He had no idea what he was doing, but his hips thrusted and eventually pleasure took over both of you.

You were each other's first.

By no means did that mean the two of you were suddenly in a relationship, but the promise to always stay best friends was enough to keep you thinking about him over the years. Especially when he'd come home from deployment, surprising you at university sometimes, or showing up at your parents' house when you were home for the weekend.

Then came the moment he returned from the mission that would change his life forever. He had severe ptsd from the nibelheim incident and you tried helping him as much as you could. All he seemed to want was to hold you or kiss you. Sometimes, it went as far as having sex. You knew he was battling his own demons; demons that he never talked to you about.

But you, being the best friend that you were, let him be.

When his mentor Angeal passed away, you took it hard. Especially because the first couple of months, you were under the impression that he also died. But when he showed up at your flat, all you could do was leap into his arms. Crying at the fact he was still alive. You couldn't help it, but you kissed him, pouring all the love you tried to bury over the years into him. It was no shock that he scooped you up in his arms and walked into your bedroom, clothes quickly shedding off each other.

That was the sad thing about your friendship with Zack. You wanted more, and the crazy thing was-he did too. But after everything that happened to him, he was beyond afraid to put you through the pain he suffered.

But that's how it went for some time. He’d come back from a mission, show up at your place unannounced, fuck you senseless, act like he loved you in so many ways..then leave whenever he got called for another mission. You never asked him about a relationship; never asked him to be with you even when you so desperately wanted to.

You thought moving to cosmo canyon would somehow put a stop to the heartache of being in limbo. It did. Until you ran into him randomly one day.

He questioned why you left. Why you didn't tell him where you had gone, even asking if you hated him.

It was hard but you gathered up what little courage you had to tell him that the two of you needed to strictly be friends. No sex. No confusion.

Surprisingly, he nodded his head, agreeing that it was best because you deserved more than what he could give you. You hated that was his go to. Always saying that, but you didn't argue with the statement.

But life was just...funny.

You tried dating other men, but they'd always end up telling you they weren't interested after you'd briefly mention to Zack that you went on a date. Deep down, a part of you had an idea of why that happened, but you ignored it. Although, he had no right to stop you from seeing another guy if he wasn't going to do anything about it. Sometimes, heated arguments about how a certain man wasn't "good enough for you" almost caused the two of you to cross that fine line again, but it never happened.

Life really got funny the moment you saw him at the wedding reception of his fellow soldier/best friend Cloud.

You hadn't seen him in months, and the last conversation wasn't a pleasant one.

So how did you find yourself here? At the same place as him? The world seemed so small. Cloud had married a friend of yours, Tifa. She had invited you to the reception.

Life...it hated you right?

The woman clinging to Zacks arm made your stomach twist in a painful knot. She was beautiful in a way that made her stand out, ethereal even. But maybe it was because she wore the most beautiful dress that had everyone's gaze landing on her from time to time.

How dare he say he never wanted to date you, yet here he was with someone else.

You tried staying clear of his vision, thanking the universe that he hadn't seen you yet. But it was short lived once everyone started mingling.

"Come on. I want you to meet Clouds friends," Tifa said as she pulled you toward a group of men and women standing around.

Shit.

The moment the two of you made it them, she had introduced you to everyone. You were sure your face was beet red as they greeted you; when you felt a certain pair of blue eyes stare at you. He hadn't said a word, but his eyes were narrowed as he glanced over the dress you wore.

It wasn't anything like what the woman on his arm wore, but he hadn't seen you wear anything like that before.

How the hell did you get here?

Tifa did just say you were a close friend of hers but still, how did you know her?

You glanced at him, trying to remain neutral even though your heart was damn near beating out of your chest.

"It's nice to meet all of you," You said before peering around at the men and women again.

Cloud and Tifa were ushered off by a photographer, and they excused themselves before walking off. As the group got back into their own conversation, you took another look at Zack, seeing his eyes still trained on you before silently escaping off somewhere more private, like the bathroom.

At least he wouldn't dare to walk in unless he wanted the elderly women in there to scream.

You wanted to leave; not just leave the reception but fucking cosmo canyon.

She looked stunning-the woman on his arm. She looked everything that you weren't. Was that why he never wanted to date you? Because you didn't look like a model?

Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm down. Looking up a the ceiling above, tears threatened to spill.

You’ve got this.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were surprised-well maybe not really, to see the large figure of Zack leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. His eyes met yours, freezing you in your steps for a moment that seemed to go on forever.

"Hey," he said, voice deep.

"Hey," you responded.

A beat went by, his gaze trailing down your body before meeting your eyes again, "Y'look nice."

Nice.

You looked...nice?

Not sexy, not gorgeous, not beautiful.

"Thanks.” you shifted on your feet, looking down at the floor wishing it would swallow you up. You needed to leave before he saw even a inkling of a tear in your eyes. Raising your head to look at him again.

"It was good seeing you Zack," you tried walking away, but he leaned off the wall, walking up to you.

"We need to talk."

Slightly shaking your head, you began walking down the hall, "There's nothing to talk about."

"Like hell there is," he grumbled, walking after you.

"Don't you have your girlfriend waiting for you?" You snapped back, feet taking faster steps to get away from him.

He reached out, his large hand closing around your wrist as he pulled you back to face him, "She's not my girlfriend," his eyes flickering between yours, studying you and seeing the wetness in the corner. You tried not to let those stupid fucking tears fall, "Don't do that.”

"Do what?" you asked, biting your lip because you knew the answer he was probably about to give you.

Instead his jaw tensed, "I’m not with her. She’s important for work. I just decided to come to the wedding with her."

That made you even more mad.

Why couldn't he ask you?

"Whatever," you replied, trying to pull away from him, but his grip tightened.

"I mean it, I swear.”

He pulled you back close to him, your head almost tilted back because of how much he always towered over you. You weren't short, but still, he was tall.

Now was not the time to argue with him though. Especially when you heard the faint voice of his date calling out for him. It made you internally cringe, and you silently begged him with a shake of your head to release his grip on you. He did, and you scurried off before she could ask why he was in the hallway with you.

Still…you couldn't escape that reception even if you tried. Tifa begged you to stay a little longer. God, you wanted to shoot yourself in the head but agreed to, thinking it would be best to just sit at a table by yourself for most of the time except when you grabbed some dessert. You just hated that the cake had to be where the same group of people were, including Zack and his date.

You tried to squeeze by without being noticed, but you had somehow grabbed the attention of a man who had silently been ogling you since you got there. He walked up to you, attempting to strike up a conversation, as well as flirt. The blush on your cheeks and shy smile across your lips had him thinking if he kept this up, then maybe he'd get more from you.

More nervous than charmed at the awkward situation you were in, you didn’t lead the man on. But you could feel the heat basically radiating off of Zack from nearby. His narrowed eyes were lethal if looks could kill.

—

When you made it back to your home, you quickly discarded your dress, leaving it by the bedroom door and getting in the shower. You wanted the hot water to wash away the pain that you felt, but that was ridiculous. Watching Zack and his date leave before you just put nothing but jealous and depressive thoughts in your mind, and you wanted to just stop thinking about him so badly.

As you laid in the bed with nothing but a t-shirt and panties on, there was a knock at your front door. You glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was just after 11pm. A sigh escaped your lips, wishing you didn't know who was on the other side. But you did.

"What are you doing here?" You asked him after opening the door, folding your arms over your chest.

He glanced down your figure quickly before meeting your eyes, "How long have you been home?"

A question with another question?

Classic.

A sigh left your mouth, "Left right after you. Now, why're you here Zack?"

He let out a breath that you couldn't see him holding in as he lowered his head. A long pause went by and he hadn't answered you yet. That was something he hadn't done before. It made you feel uneasy, "What's wrong?" you asked.

Suddenly, he raised his head, stepping toward you so quick you didn't have time to think when he grabbed both sides of your head and pressed his lips to yours. For a moment, you were too stunned to do anything until you realized what was happening before pushing him.

"Zack, what are you doing?"

He didn't say anything, he just grabbed the back of your head and pulled your lips back to his. You tried to fight him off because you didn't understand what he was doing as he forced his tongue into your mouth. But god, did you miss him. You had to stop.

You pushed as hard as you could against his chest, making him back away. The both of you stared at each other, your breathing heavy and eyes confused.

"Zack, what's gotten into you?" you asked, voice raising up a bit.

He still didn't respond, instead looking off to the side as he realized how he had just crossed that line of your friendship once more,

"Just-“ he tried to explain but couldn't find the words to.

You hesitated a bit before you walked and stood in front of him, making him glance down at you. His eyes bored into yours.

"Just what?" you asked.

His eyebrows were furrowed as the frown on his face deepened, "Just..need you.." he trailed off. Your eyes widened as you subconsciously took a step back, only for him to grab your hips and pull you back into him, "Please?”

You shook your head, "W-we can't-" you whispered.

"Promise this is the last time.” He pleaded, but you continued to shake your head. "Love...please?" He begged as he put his forehead on yours and closed his eyes, making you do the same. "Just really need you right now.”

You didn't know why, what, or how, but for some reason what he said got to you. He had never asked like that before. The two of you kind of just always ended up fucking. But he never asked you like that. Almost like he was going to break if you didn't give in to him…or worse, cry and lash out.

Slowly opening your eyes, you find his still closed. "Okay," you whispered, biting your bottom lip.

He snapped opened his eyes, looking straight into yours. Not needing to hear anything else, he crashed his lips onto yours again. This time, you felt yourself melting into the kiss.

He picked you up into his arms, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut before gently tossing you on the bed. The dim light from the lamp gave a calming vibe in the room, but the way he yanked his black dress shirt off, you knew it wouldn't be so calm in a few minutes.

"Take my shirt off," he smirked, glancing down at you.

Yeah, the shirt you always slept in, and you hated that he automatically knew it was his. Instead, you playfully huffed and pulled the shirt over your head, leaving you in just your panties.

His eyes narrowed for a second before he got on his knees on the bed and hovered over you, making your body lie back onto the sheets. His hands were at either side of your head as his eyes darted over you. Starting with your face before traveling down your body and back up. “You’re so beautiful." He said before coming down to kiss you again.

His words had the butterflies in your stomach thrashing around violently.

When you finally pulled away for air, he leaned back on his thighs, grabbing your panties. You tried to help take them off, but he pulled them off quickly and tossed them to the side of the bed.

Standing off of it, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge. You almost felt your heart leap out of your chest with anticipation as he kneeled down and gently kissed a spot on your inner thigh. It made your eyes close as you bit your bottom lip. He moved to the opposite thigh and took a long drag with his tongue, making you squirm a bit as you wanted him to do that on the spot you wanted most.

"Look at me, baby.” He said, making you raise your head up to meet his piercing gaze.

"Want it?" He teased and you nodded. “Tell me you’re only mine," Your eyebrows scrunched together as you leaned up on your elbows to really look at him for a moment.

He hadn't moved from his spot as he kissed and licked on your inner thigh close to your clit again, "Tell me."

There it was.

The reason he showed up to your flat...

The reason he kissed you...

Why you were in your bedroom now...

He didn't want anyone to have you…

Except him.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as confusion and curiosity rushed through your mind. But there was also sadness. Sadness that no matter what, you were just his best friend.

"I'm only yours," you whispered.

His cock twitched in his pants before he took one slow, long lick from the entrance of your core to your clit, making you close your eyes and let out a soft moan.

"Promise me, love," your eyes snapped open to see his piercing at you. "Promise me you’re only mine.”

In that moment, you saw the vulnerability flash over his entire face.

He was worried-no scared-that you would somehow leave him one day. Even though he never once asked you to be his; never once let you in his heart like he should have. He was scared you would never be there for him again. That you would move on and find someone to be with.

And he didn't want that...

The crazy thing was, you didn't either.

"I promise.” You sincerely said, watching that devilish smirk appear a little before he attached his mouth to your cunt.

A surprised moan escaped your lips before your right hand reached out to grab the back of his head. His tongue flickered back all over your pussy before he sucked hard on the sensitive bud of your clit.

"Zack…” you fell to your back, grabbing the sheets on either side of you.

A groan echoed in his throat, and the vibration made your legs involuntarily close, but he tightened his arms around your thighs, holding them in place. He licked and sucked on your soaking cunt over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm hit like a powerful tidal wave, ripping through your soul and making you whole again.

And he didn't stop.

He kept sucking, making the moans falling from your mouth get louder in the room. When you tried pushing his head away, he still didn't budge. You raised your head and looked down at him, seeing his eyes piercing into yours in a way you'd never seen before. Like he was an animal enjoying the attack of his prey.

Somehow, you were able to grab both sides of his face, scratching at the skin under his ears as you pulled him up, making him finally stop. He quickly climbed up and smashed his lips onto you, causing you to taste yourself.

Your hands raked over his shoulders and chest, then down to his waist, where you undid his buckle before pulling down on his pants and boxers. He broke away from the kiss, standing up briefly to pull his clothes off completely.

His cock sprang free, throbbing and red with the leak of precum dripping as you took in all of him. The little scars on his chest and abs, the tiny cuts on his face that you would trace with your fingers sometimes, all of him.

He was beautiful.

So were you.

He always loved seeing you; all of you. And you always trusted him with the most vulnerable side of you like this.

You were so goddamn beautiful it hurt.

He didn't wait any longer before he hoisted your legs around his waist and slammed into your soaking pussy, the action making you moan out loudly. A struggled groan escaped his own mouth as he pulled back before thrusting into you again.

Eventually, you ended up on your hands and knees as he pounded into you from behind. You didn't know if he was still feeling possessive from earlier or not, but his strokes were punishing. He pulled your hair, he slapped your ass harder and harder, and you loved every second of it.

He leaned over your back, circling his middle finger over the already sensitive bundle of nerves, and god, you were about to lose it,

"You're mine...all mine," he growled in your ear. His words alone caused a shiver down your spine,

“Promise me again.”

"I promise.” You moaned as your orgasm was getting close. His thrusts were getting sharper yet sloppy in a way that had your walls squeezing around his hard cock. He was close too.

Both of his arms circled around your waist, leaning flush against you,

"Fuck—I love you," he breathed out, pushing you off that edge into the pure bliss of your orgasm. He grunted as he fucked you through it, loving the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

His own orgasm crashed over him, shooting straight through his cock into you, filling the hot seed of him up into your cervix as you milked every last drop. The growl that rumbled in his chest as he bit on your shoulder made you tremble. The grip on your body held you up, but he was afraid to let you go.

Now you were his.

Only his.

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first time writing for zack, i hope you guys enjoyed this one. i love a good backstory. xx <3

[archangeldyke-all]

why did I see this post and immediately think of Sevika?? https://www.tumblr.com/sappho-made-me-do-it/764096234440032256?source=share I can def imagine her doing this in public because she's so damn possessive

this gif gave me shivers watching it and thinking about sevika... i've been thinking about this ask all week i'm so happy i could finally write it!!

men and minors dni

sevika's gonna blow your fucking cover.

silco sent the pair of you up, undercover, to get dirt on one of piltover's long standing aldermen. it's well known that he's got very illegal ties with a development company-- taking close to twenty percent off all their earnings in exchange for letting them start development on the longstanding zaunite promenade.

the only way you've managed to sneak into this party (held in his own fucking home because he's rich enough to live in a house with a ballroom) is by pretending to be complete strangers.

you're a cater-waiter. this was an easy cover. almost all the staff working the event are from zaun, you just picked the nearest one your size and handed them a sack of coins to trade outfits and scram for the evening. it was the easiest decision of the kid's life.

sevika's cover wasn't so easy. silco insisted that sevika shared an uncanny resemblance to a well-known socialite, but when you got there to drug the lady for the evening and disguise sev, you nearly pissed yourself laughing. perhaps the woman looked like sevika forty years ago. but now, she's a crouched over, wrinkled up, old lady.

so, she was easy to knock out. it wasn't so easy getting sevika to look old. you told her to tell her friends she got work done. she glared at you so hard you're surprised you didn't burst into flames.

but the thing is, it's not even the shitty disguise that's gonna blow it. it's the fact that she won't take her fucking hands off of you.

and, it's not a spoken rule, but people from piltover-- especially ones this rich-- do not interact with cater-waiters... and they certainly don't keep pinching said cater-waiter's ass, and trailing off to eye-fucking at you across the room mid-conversation, and trapping you in a pantry to have a steamy makeout session mid party.

and now, to make matters worse, another one of the cater-waiters is trying to flirt with you, too. and you really don't want to deal with a sevika murdering anyone tonight. it would totally blow your cover.

"so..." you think their name is zack? zane? asks. "i've got some weed. me and a couple of the dishwashers are gonna go to some topside bar after... you wanna join?" they ask.

you cringe and shake your head. "sorry, i gotta get home." you mumble, quickly grabbing the fresh plate of appetizers from him and sprinting out of the kitchen.

you bump right into sevika and groan. the wrinkles you'd painted onto her skin with eyeshadow are completely smeared and gone from earlier, and she's got her eyes pinned on the swinging door you just came from.

"did they fucking touch you?"

"do you want a bacon wrapped shrimp madame?" you ask.

sevika's glare drops momentarily, and she shoves two of the shrimp in her mouth, her eyes rolling back at the taste, and then her glare returning. "i'm gonna fucking kill them. find a way to fill a to-go box with those." she growls, pointing at the plate.

you giggle and take a quick look around, making sure nobody's looking, before swooping in to kiss her cheek. "they didn't touch me. i won't let them. please just play along for a little longer so we can ditch this lame ass party and go home." you whisper.

sevika sighs, then crouches back over in her old lady posture. "fine." she grunts, turning around and shuffling back to the party. you chuckle, and she flips you off over her shoulder.

she doesn't drop it.

to be fair... zin(?) does make a pass at you again. they find you refilling the refreshments and wrap their arm around you like you're familiar, or something.

sevika sees it, and your stomach drops. you're pretty sure you can see steam coming out of her ears.

you duck out of their arm and scurry across the ballroom, shoving the bag of ice you're carrying into the nearest uniform's arms.

sevika's storming across the floor (much faster than any old lady should) and you meet her right in the center, one finger pointed out and a nasty glare on your face.

sevika freezes, half a foot from you, her eyes darting between whats-their-name and you.

"we are surrounded by hundreds of people. do not blow your cover." you whisper-shout.

sevika deflates again, and you think that's the end of it. you quickly turn around to leave the dance floor, but sevika grabs your wrist, and pulls you back into her chest.

you gasp-- and before you can say anything, she's licking one long stripe up your neck.

you shudder, your eyes falling shut for just a moment, before you pry them open to make sure nobody saw, giving a firm elbow to the gut. sevika just chuckles, and from the sound of silverware clattering to the ballroom floor, you know whats-their name saw too.

"i'm gonna fucking kill you." you mutter.

"i look forward to it." sevika giggles, giving your ass a firm pat before walking away.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

do agszc get flustered easily when they care for someone/ like someone?? How do they act when flustered?? How do they feel about romantic relationships? Are the open to one, or do they not want one due to there duties??

Sephiroth: The concept of being flustered is foreign to Sephiroth. Or at least that's what he tells himself. In reality, if you catch him off guard, especially in a personal, emotional context, his response is to go completely and utterly still like a hamster sensing danger.

Compliments? Suspicious. Genuine affection? Uncharted territory. If he actually likes someone, it manifests as increased hypervigilance, unprompted staring, and awkward, deliberate attempts at conversation and humor that are sure to make his person blush, but only because he's adorable delivering them. Also, good luck getting through the Great Wall of Denial™ about his own feelings.

Genesis: Where to begin. For all his self-proclaimed expertise on all things romance, he's ironically terrible at handling his own emotions. He's the type to flirt endlessly and dramatically until he actually likes someone, at which point his usual confidence starts cracking. He'll overthink every interaction, write increasingly unhinged vent poetry about his yearning, and either become impossibly extra in his affections or avoid the person entirely because feelings are terrifying when they're felt and not read.

Zack: He's a flustered mess when he likes someone, no sugar-coating it. He tries to play it cool, but the moment his emotions get involved, his brain-to-mouth filter completely fails. He babbles, laughs too loud, and trips over his own feet. The more he cares, the worse it gets. He's affectionate, eager, and absolutely awful at hiding his feelings. When it comes to relationships, he's all in. No hesitation. He loves the idea of romance and doesn't see why duty should stop him from having something meaningful (unlike certain people *cough* Angeal *cough*). If he loves someone, they're getting Zack Fair's full, devoted attention whether they like it or not.

Cloud: YES. The KING of being flustered and hopeless. If he likes someone, it's written all over him. He gets quiet, awkward, and visibly distressed by their mere presence. His ability to hold eye contact disappears entirely. Expect nervous fidgeting, stammering, and occasional catastrophic failures of coordination and humor. Cloud has exactly two settings when dealing with feelings: 1) Pretend it's not happening, and 2) Accidentally reveal everything in a single disastrous sentence. As for relationships, part of him wants one, but another part insists it's not possible; he's too busy, too unworthy, too something. It would take someone stubborn and patient enough to drag him out of his own self-doubt.

Angeal: Flustered, yes, but he covers it well. The classic "embarrassed but pretending not to be" strategy. He's composed until someone he likes does something mildly unexpected—then suddenly he's clearing his throat, scratching the back of his neck, and staring at anything other than his person.

Deep down, he's a romantic, but relationships are complicated when you have a duty-bound existence and a conscience the size of Midgar. He wants one, but he's convinced himself he shouldn't have one, which means if someone expresses interest in him, he panics internally while externally pretending to be very, very busy.

[silverflqmes]

Hihi! I'm wondering if you're okay writing nsfw / smut (dont know the right term) for zack fair, could i request some thigh fucking headcannons'? (Applogies if my english isnt to great, thanks for reading if you see this 😊)

໒⦂ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

notes. hello anon! super duper sorry for the wait, i don’t write nsfw very often and if i get requests, i tend to take a lot of time writing them ahaha.. but i hope these hcs are to your liking, i feel like they’re a little rushed., furthermore the reader is female, i hope that’s okay!

genre. nsfw

tw. thigh fucking, semi-public sex, fondling, praise / body worship, dirty talk, needy portrayal of zack if you squint, after care, mirror sex.

disclaimer. uncomfortable with smut or younger than 17? please dni.

zack fair x fem!reader.

⌗ being a first class SOLDIER as zack was, there was hardly any time for full blown sex with how unpredictable his schedule could be. missions could either be in midgar, outside of midgar, slow or constant — the schedule was totally sporadic with the lack of firsts.

⌗ usually any need for release is often met during combat since he’s blowing off steam in battle, so in those cases — sexual activity isn’t needed.

⌗ but when fighting is not used as an output, he does tend to get pent up. it would make sense for a SOLDIER to have a load of energy to burn off, and zack being as antsy as he is to get some movement in.. he’s like a whiny thing in heat at times..

⌗ and so, that’s where you would come in.

⌗ there is little time on his hands but he just needs you so badly in instances like these. other times, he is of course your sweet and adoring boyfriend. showering you in hugs and the sweetest of kisses but real talk, a guy can get horny. especially if he’s getting zero action, mission and / or sex wise.

⌗ although, you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t want your boyfriend plunging himself in between your thighs behind closed curtains, brushing all along your clit in just the right way while he grips your hips, grinding his own into your backside.

⌗ sometimes he just can’t hold himself back from dragging you away from your work into his office or an empty space just to get some friction and skin on skin contact from you. your thighs just feel so so soft and rub against him perfectly each time. and whenever you squeeze, the tightness is all the more pleasing.

⌗ oftentimes, he’s gotta be on the clock, though.. so his pace can be a little rougher and quicker with you, but he’s always careful to hold you close, aware that his enhanced strength can sometimes be.. a bit much.

⌗ still, you’d brace your hands against the wall or desk, anyway, and watch as he appeared and reappeared between your thighs in an intoxicating rhythm that makes you forget your work even existed.

⌗ because you both have to be quiet and he gets so needy for more of you, he would turn your head to the side to capture your lips in a feverish kiss while he continues slotting himself between your legs.

⌗ at times his hands would slide from your waist underneath your shirt to feel up your chest. he’d squeeze, fondle and knead them together, pinching your hardened nipples all while he continued delivering himself between your thighs.

⌗ and when he misses you too much, he’ll want to do it while facing one another — which can be sloppier, but he wants to look at your pretty face while he’s fucking your thighs, and feel your body flush against his own.

⌗ it’s not always fast and rough though, rest assured. whenever there is more time at your disposal, and within the comfort of your home, it can also be slow and sensual. a way for you to feel every detail of him that he had to offer as he holds you close to him. certainly when he’s returned from an away mission, knowing you’d both missed each other dearly.

⌗ unfortunately, things can get messy, but even if he’s on the clock, zack always makes the time to clean you up and help get the both of you back in order. he can’t just go sending you off, he’s a gentleman!

⌗ our resident puppy can be vocal a lot, especially if he hasn’t gotten the chance to be intimate like this with you for a bit.. so expect a load of praise and worshipping out of him, cuz he’s got lots to say.. but also some whining of his own- so praise him too.

⌗ “f-fuck, you feel so good against me, baby.. wish i could just have you like this all day, can hardly even wait until later..”

⌗ “mm, squeeze me just like that, yeah. you’re doing so well, y/n.. can’t contain myself any longer, i gotta have you tonight again too to hold me over at t-this rate..”

⌗ ooh and he loves doing it in front of a mirror. to witness every expression you make, and see your reactions just makes the experience all the more delectable.

notes. sorry if this was shorter than anticipated, i hope it’s somewhat decent?? i tried to come up with different things to pair with the thigh fucking since it’s.. a little dull on its own😭 anyway, hope you enjoyed! tysm for the request and for your patience<3

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[sephifrog]

Zack and Cloud as Fathers

Zack Fair

Worry wort but never full out shows it in public

He’s a girl dad through and through (would be an amazing father with any type of child but I feel he would thrive as a girl dad)

Super supportive even if he doesn’t fully grasp what your kid is telling him

So goes without saying he would support any sexuality or transition they need

Would actually pull rank if someone in Shinra is being an arse

Spoils them rotten

They could get away with murder

But also makes sure they have values and discipline 

Loves having outings with just him and your child

But also really loves spending time as a family

When they start kindy? He is on his knees sobbing not wanting to let go

When they start primary school he’s used to them being out of the house so he’s just as excited 

HE’S IN THE PTA IDSHBIUB

Then the homework starts coming and he helps them procrastinate until you lay down the law and help them

Highschool comes around too quickly and he’s crying again

“Their growing so fasttttt”

When they start dating he’s a mess and full of worry

But seeing them happy he relaxes

Type to test their partner 

If their partner hurts them however not even Sephiroth can stop how far he’s willing to go

On their wedding day, he’s all tears and snot, blames the flowers and Areith just gives him a side-eye 

When his baby has their own child he spoils them just as much if not more

Feel like he would want three but would settle for just one if you didn’t want more than that 

Cloud Strife

Another one to worry but he still has trouble expressing himself so sometimes he can accidentally shout at them in fear

Especially if you have twins oh god

An amazing dad though

Loves telling them stories about his life and how he met you

Tifa is like an auntie and when they become too much and you guys need a break she’ll take them for the night

Not as spoiled as Zack's kid but still 

They follow him like a duck wanting to be just like him

He wonders if he can just leave them with Tifa instead of kindy but relents when they sulk at him

Sometimes he works too much during the week so he has to make it up to them during the weekend

When they start primary he has mellowed out and doesn’t mind them being away from home 

Still isn’t fond of sleepovers unless it’s with someone he knows well

Highschool rebellion hits them hard and they argue a lot

Their still his baby though so after he cools down he brings them their favourite treat

God forbid they get a partner before their 18

When they get married he walks them down the aisle 

“You can still back out you know” “Dad…” “I'm just saying I would cover for you” “..thanks but I think I'll be okay” “alright, just know the offer is always going to be here”

[missyandthemisfits]

FF7 Headcanons – Do They Like Their Partner Playing In Their Hair?

I write sometimes so Imma put some Final Fantasy VII headcannons here in honor of tomorrow’s release 🍷🍾

Cloud Strife – He absolutely does, he also absolutely won’t own up to it because he’s EMBARRASED. That said, if you really wanna hear him say it that badly, you can always threaten to never do it again. He’ll pout, complain softly, and confess. THEN he’ll immediately ask you to do it.

Tifa Lockhart – YesssSS, she adores it! But she makes you wait until you’re alone to do it because she is CONVINCED she makes questionable faces when you do it. She does. She does make those faces-

Aerith Gainsborough – You’d better believe she does and is happy to return the favor! She might actually be better than you at it though…awesome scalp massages.

Barett Wallance – Not really…? But he can be convinced. Especially after a long, hard day and a hot shower.

Cid Highwind – NOPE. Don’t even try it, you’ll get an earful and will NEVER hear the end of it, I assure you.

Vincent Valentine – He is FIRMLY on the fence about it. On one hand, it feels amazing and he really does love it. On the other hand, he’s still convinced he just doesn’t deserve that kindness, from you or anyone. You may or may not be able to get him to agree to it, depending on the day.

Reeve Tuesti – He does indeed like it and he is also not afraid to ask for it. Hell, he’ll ask for it mid-speech sometimes, right in the middle of the explaining something to the party members. You will probably say no.

Reno Sinclair – YES, for the love of God, PLEASE play in his hair. I cannot stress this enough, HE HAS NO SHAME. He will beg, with or without company, outside or inside your home. He does not care how it looks to those around him, he’s a man that knows what he wants an when he wants it.

Rude – I wheeze, but yes. He enjoys…scalp massages.

Elena – She actually only likes it when and if you wash her hair for her while you’re doing it, something about the combination of nails and water – she’s a little strange, but it’s cute.

Tseng – Another fence straddler, but he’s a lot easier to convince. For him, it’s about intimacy, something you two share that he doesn’t wanna share with anyone else so it stays in home – because he’s a little possessive.

Rufus Shinra – Oh yes, he definitely enjoys it – he’d ask for it more if it didn’t mess up his hair so much before meetings. He’s always got this smug look on his face when he teasingly asks though, so that’s a thing. Also possessive.

!! BONUS !!

Zack Fair – He’s got this lopsided grin on his face when you first ask him because he’s never had someone ask. But after the first time, he’s almost like a puppy.

Genesis Rhapsodos – He does like it, but he saves that sort of intimacy for after…‘The act’. Makes it more special. I think he’s just dramatic, honestly.

Angeal Hewley – Apprehensionnn, but if he’s feeling particularly stressed he may let you do it. It’s a hard sell though, be strong soldier.

Sephiroth – YES, thoroughly enjoys someone playing in his hair but understands they could be there for a while given the length of his luxurious locks – not that he minds. He could sit there all day, grinning and praising you for your time and effort. Unnecessarily suave, always.

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Pictures aren’t mine, Headcannons are!

[rivkae-winters]

Zack Fair, Violence, and Tragedy

Over the last month or two I’ve seen several posts about the nature of Zack Fair’s tragedy and his seeming heel-toe-turn and thought I’d chime in. 

Also like last time: this is only my interpretation of canon, there is no one true analysis to take as gospel. If you disagree/differ in opinion/even just want to talk please reblog or dm! I enjoy talking to other people about this sort of thing, fandom is all about discussion after all!

While I agree with the sentiment I’ve seen going around that Zack’s relationship to violence plays a role there are other nuances and factors at play here. I’d argue that it’s more accurate to say that Zack is becoming more aware of personal and professional culture outside of SOLDIER and outside of both ShinRa’s constraining grip and Angeal’s attempts at protection. Even then it takes great personal tragedy caused by the inherent contradictions of ShinRa’s reality for him to realize that he has functionally been on the wrong side.  

Sure he’s not callous like Cloud is in the beginning of original and Remake, but he certainly isn’t horrified at his actions just because there is violence. I’d argue the violence of his actions isn’t the main horror to him in isolation. I’d argue that even the death that results from violence isn’t what the core of the issue is either. 

Zack’s hinging point is more his loyalty and his pride. What he does for other people and what he believes in and of himself. Specifically these things in conjunction with his desire to be a good person. 

The language of Pride, the non-localized direct translation of the word hokori or 誇り(JP CC Script), is what’s going to be used here rather than Honor. 

誇り | Hokori - To take pride in; To boast of

Definition Sources: 1, 2, 3

Just keep in mind that I’ve written this from as neutral a point of view as possible on the matter of pride since the Western perception definitively does not apply. To be proud is not a crime and it is not foolish it simply is. 

Zack initially places his pride in SOLDIER- in what being a SOLDIER means to him. In how being a SOLDIER is his and that they are his people and thus he lets ShinRa policies define how he frames his morality. Thus ShinRa defines good in Zack Fair’s life. 

Zack wants to be a hero. He wants to help people. He is trusting and kind and respectful to people consistently outside of the conflict of the mass desertion. Zack genuinely wants to be a good person and help other people, good or otherwise. He is led to believe by ShinRa propaganda that the best way to help people or to be anything meaningful in this world is through them. This is a baited trap that he falls into, Zack is prime prey this trap was intended to catch. 

He is angry at Genesis and horrified by Angeal, especially at the beginning, not for cruelty or violence or even really death… He is angry at them for their betrayal. Sure he is violent and angry in the instance he thinks Angeal has murdered his own mother, as with Genesis and his parents, but that does not define his antagonism, his hatred, his regret, his sense of justice with them at all. 

 Zack does not raise his sword at Genesis for the people of Banora, he raises his sword for SOLDIER. 

Zack understandably feels, and has been, betrayed. 

He is hurt and angry and alone in a way he’s never been since he got into the SOLDIER program. He falls deeper into the illusions of ShinRa for that reason, angry and hurting and grieving the life he had with people in it who will never return. There is a deep sense of nostalgia throughout Crisis Core in the sense of the word’s initial meaning: the pain of missing home. Specifically the homes we find in people.

Even as he believes in ShinRa's twisted reality Zack wants to help. He wants to protect those he cares for. Zack wants to be good. Unfortunately in Zack Fair’s life the undisputed definition of good is now written by the ShinRa Electric Power Corporation alone.

Then he meets Aerith. 

Suddenly ShinRa’s version of right and wrong have opposition but the control that ShinRa has over his life, total and complete as it is, prevents that from sinking in. Zack is perceptive though, around Aerith he is her version of good and then he has to go back to what equates to his phase of reality. A sanctuary is not safe, not truly, when watchers are peering in through the back door ready to drag you out by your feet if you misstep. 

Zack wants to be a man Aerith or anyone won’t be scared of. He wants to do that not because he is suddenly horrified at his own violence but rather in consideration of others. Zack is highly empathetic after all once he can see someone else’s perspective. He wants to be what Aerith wants, even if he doesn’t really and truly understand it yet, because he cares about her and cares about her opinion. He cares about her comfort. Zack still puts most of his pride within SOLDIER though. That means that Aerith’s morals cannot sink through his skin to his center, not like Angeal’s had. She makes him think but she is not shaping his mind, he is left to do that himself.

 Zack spends a lot of time questioning Angeal and being upset at and about him off screen even more than on screen. We don’t get a front row seat for all of it. The big takeaway is that Zack doesn’t shed Angeal’s morals that he’s taken on himself. He can’t after all, not with ShinRa only just seeming tarnished. ShinRa would need to rust and crumble fully before he actually can let them go. Before he can be free in his own mind.

ShinRa chips and rusts in an instant under Sephiroth’s hand. The last holdout crumbled in the fight of two victims of ShinRa and someone who will become one soon. ShinRa is no longer the defined of good, not after what Zack sees is the response to the Nibelheim Incident.

ShinRa not being good, worse even ShinRa being bad breaks the entire morality system. The illusions crack and Zack is forced to examine himself, his actions, and his biases in ways Aerith made him want to but that he couldn’t afford to truly indulge in. Even more that he was scared of self introspection in a sense, of the paradigm of his reality shifting even further. 

He eventually truly reframes his actions and has to reckon with them (and himself) at the end of the game, chapter 9 and onwards. It is only then that he actually LOOKS and is fully horrified by what he sees of himself. That horror only progresses as he fights for both his and Cloud’s lives. That horror only builds as he realizes he’s exactly the person who his girlfriend SHOULD be terrified of despite his best attempts- that he’s everything she was talking about. He’s everything she was talking about even after trying to change the way he acts around her. 

To abuse the innate metaphors: Zack Fair goes to Nibelheim, a well trained attack dog, still seeing relatively little wrong with fulfilling ShinRa’s orders. Zack is only then on the cusp of figuring out that he does not want to be there, that he is the antagonist of the planet’s (and Aerith’s) story unwittingly. 

Zack Fair leaves Nibelheim beaten. He tries to go back to the safety of what was once his home prior to ShinRa only to be waylaid. 

Zack Fair leaves Banora free and irrevocably changed. 

He is free in the sense that the illusions he held himself too are crumbling even more with knowledge that his demons are men too. He is free through the knowledge that he is one of those demons. , that he has been shaped to be one, and that good intentions pave a terribly walkable path to hell. 

Zack leaves with the knowledge that he was the monster in the closet. The knowledge that his sword was not just the executioner’s blade but the enforcer’s. The sword kept clean in favor of bloody hands and higher risks is now drowning in pools of it. Zack leaves with the knowledge that he never would have been truly free. 

Yet he is in the sense that he can choose- actually choose- what he wants, what he values. He chooses Aerith and he chooses Cloud as he has each time before. He chooses violence. It is something he knows and among what he is good at. It is not all he is but it is a tool he can use. 

He chooses to pay the price of freedom. 

Crisis Core is a tragedy and Zack and Genesis both are tragic figures at its center. Zack’s arc is angled to the viewer for maximum effect but Genesis’s does mirror it in a way just on an offset path already initiated. Sephiroth is also a tragic character, undeniably so. However structure wise his role is more murky given the way he has the ability to be the god waiting in the machine, a guaranteed victory or unavoidable altered trajectory should he choose to act, for most of the story. 

And that’s a large part of why I love Zack as a character, aside from things I’ve said before about what makes him such a good narrator. Zack is the unlucky prodigy at the center of a story about wars, abusers, connections, and perspectives. He wants to be good, he wants to be a person that helps. 

He can’t, not really, not in the way he wants. 

Crisis Core is a cautionary tale about exactly that going wrong and how anyone can be taken advantage of. 

[doodgiee]

Character lineup of prominant kids in a Riddle School project I've been working on for a long time.

Think I'm going to start calling it Riddle Transferred? Because they're all grown up, they've made the transfer

There's much more to come, but you're allowed this taster.

Canon:

Phil Eggtree: The Phil Eggtree we all know and love, however the guilt and stress of his dream murdering and double abduction have been haunting him.

Phred Whistler: His a little worn and worse for wear, but ever since seeing Phil save the world he's been inspired to live life to the fullest instead of just letting life take him wherever. He's far more motivated than his younger self

Smiley Sundae: With increased pressure with her studies, Smiley's trademark Smile has faded slightly over the years. Her underlying but constant struggle in academic fields has made her question her path for the future, but she'll still lighten up anyone's day with that heart of gold

Zack Kelvin: Despite still learning to deal with his peculiar temperature issues, especially with puberty taking a toll on it, He's definitely become more social after having the opportunity to express himself more without freezing to death. But still lacks crucial social cues. His friends are still helping him with that.

Richy Stud: This pushover has joined the main gang and have been a part of it for a while, serving as the social bridge between the core 4 and the B team of the Riddle Elementary kids he doesn't know them quite as well but still serves as a friendly face. And yes, he collects buttons

Chubb Munch: A gentle giant with a heart of gold. He'll always be a bigger guy comapred to most people, and frankly it never bothered him anyway. But since he vowed to work on his diet his life has never been better

5 08: A little arrogant, but with how charismatic he is it's hard to blame him. His shirt sales have been steady and it serves as more of a hobby than anything else. On good terms with Richy and Phil specifically. He considers Phil his best customer.

Greg Sleep: He's always been a bit distant from his friends, but in all fairness, he's asleep 90% of the time. He remains a bit of an enigma

Joe Kerosene: With his history with the Riddle gang being a rocky middle school life, Joe's not exactly friendly with many of the people he grew up with. He and Phil don't get along at all. Phil considers him an idiot and Joe considers him a snarky prick. He's found company with other people, but he may have bit off more than he can chew

OCs:

Null Rooster-Lea: One of Joe's new 'friends' he's distant, and never seen without a scowl on his face. He's cold, and its better not to cross him

Rodrigo Cwesschyn: Another one of Joe's new friends. He's the son of ex elementary principle Mr. Cwesschyn. Ever since his father has been imprisoned for injuring students, Rodrigo has had to become the man of the house for his mother and siblings. He blames the students that attended Riddle Elementary for his unsteady life.

Cassie Pants: Another part of Joe's group, she's bratty and enjoys messing with people she's directed towards, but she doesn't hold any ill will unlike her friends. She's just a pest, not evil.

Franky Pants: The older brother of Cassie, he isn't interested in the antics and rivalries her little sister gets up to, that's her life to lead. He's pretty friendly, but remains neutral to our protagonists. He just wished his sister made some nicer friends

Kath Penilian : A university student, far removed from the happenings at Riddle High, She's good friends with Richy, meeting over the niche hobby of button collecting. She serves as a friendly, older friend of the Riddle gang, being able to offer an ear to listen and a bit of wisdom.

[noctunis]

um so like i already requested this but when i had orginally requested it i hadnt noticed requests were closed at the time, so my apologies for not checking that previously!! may i request a zack fair x reader with a meg and hercules dynamic? a seductive, nonchalant woman w a lovesick man is everything to me

you blew a hair out of your face as you felt strong arms catch you from your fall, blinking once or twice as you tapped the man’s shoulder— a signal to let you go. you scoffed amusedly at his eyes, so big and full of wonder when he looked at you.

“you can gawk at me when you let me down, you know.” you teased.

“o—oh, right.” he said, before letting you down from your princess carry a little too rough. nothing you couldn’t handle, though. you dusted yourself off, your eyes trailing back up at him. he stared at you, hand on his hip and a head cocked at your skeptical gaze. you couldn’t deny that he was a pretty boy, especially with such gorgeous eyes and even in a SOLDIER uniform.

“if i hadn’t been there..” he grimaced until you audibly scoffed and placed a hand on your hip yourself. your words lured zack in as they flew past your lips laced with velvet, “i would’ve been fine. i didn’t need wonderboy..” you trailed off.

“zack. zack fair.”

“wonderboy zack fair, to save me.” you shrugged a shoulder and threw him a sly smile, getting closer as you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rough material of his sleeveless turtleneck beneath your fingertips. he gulped, praying you didn’t hear how loud his heartbeat was in his chest as you danced your fingers on his shirt. noticing the way his mako infused eyes darted everywhere else, only flickering to you for a split second as his ears grew a soft shade of pink against his fair ( pun intended ) skin.

“but i must ask,” you whispered, “how shall we go about your payment?” zack’s words died at the back of his throat at your mutters. it’d be a strange sight to an outsider for sure, a SOLDIER being so easily charmed by someone is not a thing you see everyday.

“payment?”

you hummed in confirmation. using your other hand, your gently directed his gaze towards you— meeting his eyes, and at this proximity you could even see the mako swirling around. zack’s eyelashes fluttered as you placed your hand on the back of his neck.

you smiled sweetly at him. you put your hand on his shoulder, urging him. “duck,” was all you said. zack snapped out of his daze, blinking a few times, “duck!” you crouched down with him. looking past his figure, you see a slew of hedgehog pies as they bounce around with their fire spells.

you watched as zack charged into them, rolling your eyes, “wonderboy zack strikes again.” crossing your arms, you checked your nails and drowned out the clashing and whooshing of his sword. you huffed in surprise though, when you looked up only to find zack clapping his hands clean from dirt with a triumphant grin painted on his face. he sauntered back to you with his head held high and his hands placed on his hips.

“so, about that reward?” he teased, a smug smirk on his face as you almost reluctantly feigned a smile at him. “yeah, well.. so very impressive.” you mumbled.

it was painfully jubilant when zack exclaimed, “thanks!” and you almost laughed at his antics. ever the restless puppy, just wanting to save you. you almost felt a little bad for teasing him. but alas, you spun on your heel and began your walk away from the SOLDIER.

“h—hey! wait, where are you going?!” he cried. he took one step further before you threw him a look over your shoulder. you stopped, turning back around. he couldn’t deny that your gaze was intimidating. was he attracted to you? oh god, what was wrong with him? barely met you and he’s already—

“you’ve gotten your reward.” your voice, smooth as ever, called out.

zack’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his hands extended in a, ‘what do you mean?’ manner. this time, you actually smiled. a real, genuine, smile. he watched in awe as even your eyes were alluring, holding so much emotion and not at the same time.

once, again you placed a hand on your hip. “i saved you.”

[hopehuntershq]

Season 1 is about to start

It brings new friends and enemies

But their traumas hidden on a big heart

Caused by sweet but bitter memories…

Season 1 - Chapter List (May change in the upcoming future)

Chapter 1: The Green Light Lab.

Synopsis: The Lives of the prodigies on the Green Light Lab has always been thought to be a Wonderland, but, in reality, it’s far from that. Only pain and suffering await in their lives, especially young Tom’s.

Chapter 2: The Scape.

Synopsis: Tom, noticing that there is no other good option, decides to join the rebels, but their plan is too dangerous, the feeling of someone always watching and the possibility of a betrayal only makes things worse.

Chapter 3: The Thunder.

Synopsis: Tom has found the first gem on the list, but besides the Green Light Lab in the middle of his way, there is also a suspicious treasure-hunter with electric powers trying to stop him. How can he solve this?

Chapter 4: The Leaf

Synopsis: Tom and Zack are after the gem of guidance, which has been guarded by fairies. Convincing the queen, though, will be anything but easy.

Chapter 5: The Gear

Synopsis: The team needs to go to an abandoned school for the next gem. It turns out the place is a part of Harry’s past, and the atmosphere is very tense for all of them…

Chapter 6: The Hourglass and the Vortex.

Synopsis: It’s a peaceful knight at the Hope Hunters. The coordinates are still being calculated, and the three are having a great time. But weird events on the forests leave the young heroes wary of ghosts, monsters or even... a Green Light Lab Experiment?!

Chapter 7: A Regular Day

Synopsis: Since there isn’t any sign of a new coordinate, the Hunters decides to enjoy their day walking through Hope Valley. However, Zack’s old bullies lead to a competition on the town’s fair. Besides that, a mysterious knight appears…

Chapter 8: Library of Laments

Synopsis: Tom and the Hunters goes to an old Library in their quest for the gem of kindness. However, it seems like a certain sonic cyborg is there to meddle in their plans.

Chapter 9: The Battle Club

Synopsis: While Tom is feeling pretty down with what happened with Soundblast in the library, Amber notices Zack has been scaping at night to do something.

Chapter 10: The Messenger of the Wind

Synopsis: Zack asks Tom to join him on a mission to climb a mystical mountain in attempt of reaching Hermes, the god of communication. The mountain, however is filled with trials for them.

Chapter 11: The Missing Blossom

Synopsis: An important flower to a Hope Valley tradition disappears, and Amber and Tom try to find it right on time.

Chapter 12: Guests from Afar

Synopsis: Kitty and Charlie visit Hope Valley to check the squad. Shenanigans ensue.

Chapter 13: Aquattack

Synopsis: The trio needs to go on an underwater mission to get the gem of cooperation. However, it seems like this mission will be harder than the expected…

Chapter 14: The Wishing Well

Synopsis: While Amber and Zack are on a date, Tom makes a wish in a well. He surely didn’t expect someone else to have heard it… or to have volunteered to make it come true.

Chapter 15: The Good, the Bad, and the Liar

Synopsis: The Squad needs to visits a ghost town to catch the gem of fantasy, however, it seems like an unusual witch has another plan for them…

Chapter 16: Monstrous Exhibition

Synopsis: The Squad is after the gem of Persistence, but another person from Tom’s past appear… and Zack’s impulsiveness will surely be a problem.

Chapter 17: No Time for Questions.

Synopsis: The team is feeling optimistic towards the future. They never felt better than they are feeling like they are right now. However, the gem of balance on the mission might change everything for them…

Chapter 18: Storm is Brewing

Synopsis: While the Hope SquH is facing their biggest crisis yet, the Nex Twins are also struggling against an intergalactic criminal that stole the weather core from a planet.

Chapter 19: Time for Answers

Synopsis: With nowhere else to run, Tom finally reviews the entire truth about who he is, and how he joined the lab… on a musical chapter!

Chapter 20: The Road Ahead

Synopsis: Zack decides to confess to Amber how he feels. Meanwhile, Tom, after revealing letters from a tournament Zack subscribed himself to, and one coming from Queen Borealia, he starts to doubt what he will do after his friends leave.

Chapter 21: 1 Step Forward

Synopsis: Tom goes on a mission alone to find a phoenix egg for the mayor, while the squad prepares a surprise to him.

Chapter 22: 3 Steps Back.

Synopsis: Tom is desperate after Lime’s most recent threat, and he needs to run against time if he wants to save his friends.

Chapter 23: Deadline.

Synopsis: It’s a race against time, and the battle everyone has been waiting for will finally happen.