#zack fair fluff

[angelltheninth]

Can you write Final Fantasy guys showing love to their gf?

I definitely can for sure!

Pairing: Cloud Strife, Sephiroth, Zack Fair, Angeal Hewley, Reno Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, public display of affection, cuddles, being protective, hand-holding, dates

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A/N: Trying to branch out a bit with my Final Fantasy writings. Tell he how it is!

Cloud sees you as his everything, his reason for fighting, his reason for coming home, his reason for trying to hard. There isn't anything he wouldn't do for your happiness, no matter how small or grand it may be. He shows you affection any time he can. Every night you're in bed together, cuddling, he makes sure you never go to sleep without him telling you how much you mean to him.

Sephiroth never wants you to feel alone even when you are alone. He wants you to know he is constantly thinking of you, no matter where he is or what state of mind he is in. When you're together there is no getting away from kissing him or getting your hand away from his. It's not just a display of affection for him, it's about showing to everyone that you are off the dating market because he is your boyfriend.

Zack wants to spend as much time with you as possible, which includes dates that go on for the whole day. If he can't take at least one day to dedicate it to you then he has to be doing something wrong, at least in his view. While you're out together he will tell you, as many times as he can that he loves you. Makes sure to take pictures of every date you go on.

Angeal is the perfect gentleman to you whenever you're together, alone or in the company of others. He's always kissing your hand, kissing your cheek, making sure you're comfortable above all else and that you're having fun. Rarely lets go of your hand or goes too long without praising you. Loves spoiling you when he can, even if it's just small gifts for you to put around the house.

Reno claims he's not in love with you when he is in fact head over heels in love with you. He pouts and mumbles to himself about how soft you are when you kiss his cheek or hug him all the time when you're in public. That will earn you more than a few stern looks but he also won't push you away, secretly he loves it. When you're alone he will return all that affection and so much more.

[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.)

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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.

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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

[a-view-without-light-pollution]

Wish I knew who be doing these arts...

[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.

taglist ; @xiansiii @alieeelinn @ch3rryfiles @akerasia @meowieesilly @snoopicle

requests are open - april thirteenth, 2025

[ninibeingdelulu]

How he react when you…

ft. leon kennedy, cloud strife, zack fair, simon “ghost” riley

How he react when you kiss/lick/nibble his earlobe/neck/jaw.

Leon Kennedy -

The hardened former rookie cop would freeze completely still at the first intimate swipe of your tongue along the wiry tendon of his neck. Eyes fluttering shut, Leon would fight back a full-body shudder, teeth gritting as that rugged jaw twitches with mounting restraint.

As your nibbles and caresses increased against the sensitive flesh behind his ear, his calloused palms would clench into white-knuckled fists. Battling the ingrained instinct to defensively seize and subdue like with any other threat. Until, at last, Leon can resist no longer.

A strangled rumble erupts from his broad chest as he twists with feline grace to back you against the nearest solid surface. Pupils blown wide with smoldering hunger, he braces one strong forearm by your head as the other hand cups your nape with surprising tenderness despite the desperation ravening behind each fevered caress of his lips along your jawline. The first of many tremors to rack your entire frame that night.

Cloud Strife -

The stalwart AVALANCHE mercenary lurches as if jolted by a live current when the first pass of your tongue grazes that sensitive spot below his jaw. Spiky blond brows knit sharply over those blazing mako-tinged eyes squeezing shut on a guttural groan torn straight from his diaphragm.

Though his initial fists clench at his sides instinctively, Cloud permits no further retaliation - whether physical or to extract himself from your wandering affections. Quite the opposite, in fact. His head lolls aside, granting you ample access to continue feathering scorching kisses and teasing flicks of your tongue along the sensitive column of his throat.

Only once your relentless sensual torment threatens to buckle those powerful thighs entirely does Cloud shudder and haul you flush against him with dizzying abruptness. Equal parts possessive and reverent, he claims your parted lips in a soul-searing kiss, broad palms framing your face like a precious treasure as he savors every ardent swirl of your twined tongues.

Zack Fair -

That blinding, boyish smile wouldn't dim one iota as your teasing ministrations first make contact. At least, not outwardly. Inside, however, Zack's breath would leave him in a harsh gust as electricity lances up his spine from the languid glide of your mouth torturing that sensitive zone.

Far from the fierce, untamed passion of some of his counterparts, Zack would be endearingly awestruck and bashful at the outpouring of tenderness behind such a simple act. His fingers would splay tenderly through your hair, those sparkling blue eyes crinkling at the corners with unbridled adoration as you eagerly bestow your affections over every inch of accessible flesh.

Inevitably, he'd succumb to the smoldering fog of arousal steadily consuming every rational thought. Zack's doting caresses would roam freely along the sculpted planes of your body, lavishing you in turn with a breathless reverence and earnestness reserved for only you until the lines blurred completely between worshiper and revered.

Ghost -

One glimpse of that icy blue glare, and you'd know the elite marksman's mind was already whirring through a dozen calculated scenarios and counterattacks as soon as your lips made contact. Every toned muscle would go rigid, coiled like a cobra ready to strike or retreat at the first suspicious provocation.

Until, of course, realization trickles through that predatory hyper-alertness - this tantalizing torment stems from no external threat whatsoever, only the exquisite onslaught of pleasure steadily unravelling his razor-sharp restraint. As your roving mouth brands a searing path along Ghost's neck and jaw, his broad shoulders would slump minutely, permitting the faintest hitch of an indrawn breath to escape those chapped lips.

No vocalized encouragement or returned passion yet; such overt displays would likely always be suppressed lest they expose potential weaknesses to be exploited in the field. But like a silent storm front rolling in, Ghost's heated stare would spark with a new, tangible intensity wholly untamed and promising of the inevitable downpour still to come at your unhurried pace.

[c0smoshit]

Comfort headcanons!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Cloud, Zack and my bby Vincent

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ none, just fluff

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ First little fic after a while, hope you guys enjoy!!

Cloud

★ As we all know, he isn't the best comfort buddy

★ But, through all the years he had to slowly leave behind all his trauma, he definitely has softened up

★ Secretly loves the way you would fall asleep on him after bawling your eyes out

★ Obviously not much of a talker, he prefers to listen and just be there for you

★ I just love to think that it always ends up in a hours-lasting cuddling session, doesn't matter if he was the one who needed to be comforted or the other way around

"It´s fine, really" However, your puffy cheeks said otherwise as you adverted your gaze from him. Your arms hugging your body wearily, soft sniffles and of course, your ragged breathing was all you had let him see. His approach was sincere, walking slowly up to you just to place a hand on your shoulder, he sure had improved on how to just... listen over the years. "Talk to me" But still you wouldn't budge, turning your face from him, embarrassed he had to see you like this once again. So after huffing out a sigh he seemed to have been holding for quite a while now, he placed his left hand on your unoccupied shoulder and pulled you closer to him. Then you let go, ugly sobbing into his chest as you fisted his shirt. His hands trying the most soothing patterns he recalls you drawing on his back after a rough day. He would caress as tenderly as he could, not quite being used to touching a texture softer than the handle of his sword, to hear such pretty cries and not from death. "Sorry, I just-" You hiccuped after you had rambled your sorrows into the tension-filled air of your room. However, he didn't budge, muffling your priceless apologies into his chest as he opted to just hold you for however you needed him to. That was his way of showing you how much he appreciated you, everything you had done to soothe him, he will reciprocate too.

Zack

★ MAJOR comforter

★ I mean, he doesn't even have to do anything, his meere presence is just so comforting

★ He feels bad about it but he loves your face whenever you're grumpy or upset, he just finds your tear-stained cheeks so cute!

★ Oh and btw, you aren't crying more than 5 minutes when he's around

★ He would do anything to make you forget it, want some icecream? He's already bought like 10 of them. A massage? Face down lying on your mattress asap

"C'mon y/n" You felt his saddened voice ring through your ears, his hands holding your waist as you hid your face under your palms. Your cheekbones glistening and getting irritated from the saltiness of your tears, and the more he tried to sneak a peek out of the them, the worse he felt. "Look at me please" He whispered as he delicately placed his still gloved hands over yours, finally prying them off your gorgerous face. "There we go, as beautiful as I remember" You didn't know why, but at first glance, his dumb but somewhat anxious smile looking down at you made you mimic his own expression, earning a playful laugh from him. It really wasn't fair, you thought, you could never be upset around him. "What? Got something funny on my face?" He joked before swiftly moving his hands and reaching the sides of your waist, nagging your sides until he had to catch you from falling on your ass as you laughed. "You're such a dork" You giggled out after he lifted you into his arms, your feet dangling off the floor as your arms were trapped under a bear hug. Hearts beating shakily into each other the more he nuzzled into you. "Yeah, but you love it"

Vincent

★ Tbh I think he's the most compressive of the three

★ Would and will listen to you ramble for hours of necessary, he's such a hopeless romantic

★ Not a fan of physical contact but if you are, he would not complain if you wanted to cuddle with him

★ (I mean this mf is always sleeping on his coffin)

★ Will do whatever you felt more comfortable with, if you just want him to listen and be there, he will, if you want to be alone, he will leave you be (but ofc he later would be looking for you to see if you were fine)

"Who was it?" A sudden deep voice rang through your ears, making you jolt up from the floor as you looked around to spot the source of it. And of course, it was your deary sneaky vampire. "Jesus" You choked out before turning your back to him, telling him that one, he really should stop sneaking on you like that and two, of course it was nothing. Either way, as soon as he heard your pained voice he knew you required some comfort, he's been there already. The more you stepped away, the more he tried to approach you, finally getting to wrap his cold arms on your waist as your back pressed against his chest. . . . You both stayed like that for a while, rocking back and forth as he lulled you, letting you cry out your last tears before you finally felt relief, slumping down on him as sleepiness took over your features.

He huffed out what seemed a quiet laugh before dragging you back into your bed, sitting on it first as he let you nestle on his lap, your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you slowly dozed off on him. His cloack sure was comforting.

Bonus!!

"Don't let such a stupid thing get into your head dummy" "Yeah, she's right y/n" You swore you couldn't feel any warmer in that moment, the girl's you've always looked up to were sweeter than ever. And yeah, it was a stupid thing you were upset about too.

Then they both took you on one of the best improvised little dates ever, taking walks and admiring the (not-so-clean) streets of Midgar. Then Aerith took you to her house, Tifa following shortly behind you as they both giggled playfully.

A cuddling session followed closely and you were absolutely living it. Snacking on some homemade food Aerith's mom had worked on the day before and nuzzling your head onto Aerith's chest meanwhile Tifa had her arms around you for behind.

"You both are the best, really"

You sighed out, your eyes not puffy anymore as you glanced at both of them. Earning more sweet comments from the brunnete and nods from the bartender.

[frickingnerd]

covering up our love

pairing: zack fair x gn!reader

summary: zack gives you a hickey, despite the two of you trying to keep your relationship a secret...

“zaaack–!”

your boyfriend knew he was in trouble when he heard you say his name like that. he had lost himself in his little make out session with him and before he knew it, he had lightly bit your neck, only to now leave some very hard to miss marks.

“i told you to be careful! do you know how much trouble i'll be in if anyone sees those? what if they realize that you were the one who gave me those?”

zack knew he should've been more careful. your relationship with him was a secret and for good reasons. if the higher ups knew you were dating, they wouldn't let you work together anymore. and seeing you everyday at work was one of zack's highlights.

“h-hey, look at me–!” zack pulled away from you and smiled, trying to reassure you. “it'll be alright! we can find a way to cover that up and nobody will notice a thing. i promise!”

[a-view-without-light-pollution]

Wowwweeeeee....them numbers don't lie ya'll.

[strayheartless]

Zakkura Headcanons: HOLIDAY EDITION

Cloud is not all that festive a person. He’s not a grinch (well, no he kinda is by definition) but he doesn’t really get “ready” for Yule like everyone else. He doesn’t decorate; you couldn’t pay him to wear a holidays sweater; he stopped believing in Santa at age four; and he certainly doesn’t go out of his way to buy people gifts. Mostly because he’s never had friends to buy for, but he’s convinced himself it’s because he believes it’s stupid.

Zack. Loves. Yule. It’s his favourite holiday ever because of course it is! How can you not love Yule?! He loved “helping” his mom with baking and getting under his dad fee- I mean helping his dad decorate. Gift buying is the only thing he’s ever prepared for because he basically spends all year thinking about what to get people he likes.

Imagine Zack’s horror when he realises his best friend and crush isn’t bothered by the sights and smells of holiday cheer…

He immediately determines himself to making Cloud enjoy Yule. He’s a little neurotic about it actually -not that he lets Cloud know that, because Clouds suppose to be having fun FuN FUN! Angeal and Kunzel are both subjected to Zack’s ranting and frantic Christmas prep as he tries his absolute best to make sure Cloud has a good experience.

He invites Cloud around to Bake; drags him out in the cold to pick a tree; buys him festive drinks; drags him out AGAIN to Yule markets. Cloud for the most part silently puts up with it all, and even more privately enjoys the attention Zack gives him as the taller man tugs Clouds scarf up to cover his nose, holding his hands to warm them up.

Zack buys Cloud festive PJ’s for yules eve and basically wrestles him into them before making him park his butt on the couch to drink hot chocolate and cud- watch movies.

If Cloud falls asleep because he feels warm and safe then that’s a happy coincidence. If Zack takes advantage of his sleeping in order to tuck him into bed while Zack does some last minute wrapping and stocking stuffing then that is his business.

Cloud does have some traditions during the holidays. Namely on the actual day he will call his mom and ask if she got her present. He will stay on the phone for a while as he makes his lunch and assure her he’s fine. Yes he’s eating enough, no he doesn’t have plans today, no he’s not being bullied, yes he’s sure. It’s the same most years.

This year however when he calls her she is delighted to know that he’s spending the day with Zack. She chats animatedly with Zack about their family traditions and gushes over this “older boy looking after my baby”.

Zack keeps glancing giddily at Cloud who’s got a… hell, it’s a really fond look on his face. Clouds mom likes him! Clouds mom promised to send him mittens!

Zack wants to tell Cloud how he feels but He’s too busy making sure Cloud has a good day. Calling his own parents has Zack standing in the kitchen with a turkey baster having a mini panic attack while his mother over explains cooking times and stuffing. Then, like a guardian angel, Cloud takes the baster from him and preps the turkey like it’s something he always does.

Zack is struck with the domesticity of it all and desperately wants to blurt out “I’m so in love with you” but he doesn’t.

He had plans to tell him he swears. He’d boobie trapped the entire apartment with mistletoe and everything, but he’s so preoccupied with trying to make Cloud happy that he kind of puts it’s on the back burner.

Cloud however, beats him to it. It’s at the end of the night, when they are warm and full and cozy. They’d been playing chocobo racer, pushing at each other teasingly trying to put the other off, and then Zack had shoved Cloud a tiny bit harder than he ment too. Cloud -never one to go down without a hell of a fight- pulls Zack with him as he goes down.

They kind of just lay there for a second on their sides, Zack having rolled so he didn’t Crush his crush. And then Cloud gently leans in to Kiss Zack softly whispering a heartfelt “thank you” against his lips. Zack doesn’t have to ask what for, he knows he means the day, but he wants another kiss so he rolls Cloud on top of him, locks his arms around the smaller, and steals a couple more.

“Hey so will you be my boyfriend for Yule?”

“Just for Yule?”

“Or forever, Forever works for me if it works for you”

“Yeah that works for me…”

“Hey Cloud?”

“Mmhm?”

“I’m kinda stupidly in love with you.”

Cloud goes an adorable shade of red as he mumbles “me too” into Zack’s chest.

[prismaticpichu]

Things That Zack Does to Make Sephiroth Smile (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭*

~

• Make him coffee every morning

• Leave lil’ snacks in his desk drawer

• Leave lil’ inspirational quotes in his inbox

• Smile when he sees him

• Call him “friend”

• Rent books from the local library, leaving them at the man’s door with positive notes attached

• Invite him over for dinner

• Crack corny jokes

• Call him “best friend”

• Show him crazy photos in his camera roll

• Play silly video games with him

• Humor him with a game of chess

• Act like himself

• Call him “old pal”

• Horribly imitate Hojo

• Inform him about the history of his favorite movies

• Movie marathons

• Baking with him

• Falling asleep on his shoulder

• Call him “bud”

• Zackles (tackle hugs!!)

• Laugh

• Hold him close

• Assure him that he’s loved

• Assure him that he’s wanted

• Assure him that he’s not a monster

• Assure him that he’s got the most kind, wonderful human heart he’s ever met

• Assure him that, when they get out of ShinRa, it’s going to be together <3

[midgarangel]

🗡️ | zack fair ⤸

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ FICS:

❥ smut! “mine”

[a-view-without-light-pollution]

Please help me find this artist?

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

This one’s gonna be a first to see around here but the thought struck me and I saw someone say that if Zack survived, him, Aerith and Cloud would’ve been a triad and I one thousand percent agree.

So! Zack and Aerith would dote on Cloud so fucking heavily. Not in any, outstanding, buys him gifts and whatever he pleases sort of way but just in all the small gestures they do for him.

Cause Cloud is so effortlessly thoughtful despite being so painfully awkward sometimes. He hears Aerith has run out of tampons and he goes and gets her favourite brand even though her period is still weeks out.

Zack mentions his bike is making funny noises and he’s gotta wait for the next pay check to take it to a mechanic and he’ll just go and fix it himself without prompting.

Aerith complains one time about him and Zack hogging the blankets again and Cloud wraps her in her own blanket that same night, putting Zack in the middle so he can still cuddle both of them but will only fight Cloud for the blanket since they’re the two sharing.

It’s just all these little actions that he does because he’s so endlessly caring and he doesn’t even realise it sometimes and Zack and Aerith wanna return the favour however they can. But Cloud’s so quiet and is always content to just go along with them and whatever they want.

It’s embarrassingly hard to return such thoughtless actions when Cloud usually looks after himself whenever he needs or wants something. Always putting their priories ahead of his own and thinking it too bothersome to ask anything of them.

So they dote on him in other ways. Any way they can get away with and that won’t make Cloud clam up and isolate cause he thinks he’s being too much. Which is ridiculous cause he’s quite literally dating the human embodiment of a puppy and the sun, but they’re still working on that.

So Aerith gifts him flowers. Making crowns and placing them in his hair when it’s a day he can just sit back and relax. Or tucking them away in places he can find them easy when he’s moving around their shared spaces for jobs.

Zack goes out of his way to pick up food from Cloud’s favourite Junon place every so often, always lying and saying it was on the way back so Cloud doesn’t pout at him.

They both shower him in affection near constantly, brushing fingers through his hair and placing soft kisses on his cheeks and shoulders. Wrapping arms around his waist and leaning up against him or pulling him down, into their laps and simply holding him quietly.

Sometimes they manage a gift when he’s in one of his better moods. A new set of wrenches cause he somehow lost a few in the last set. A pair of riding goggles cause when he got tossed from his bike the last pair came off and broke. A new book or some graphite pencils for him to sketch the landscapes he sees when he’s out on deliveries that take him away from them.

It’s all in the little things they do for him. Cause they love him dearly and only wish for his happiness. Cloud had lived a tough life, they all had really, but Cloud always seemed to struggle with it the most. Still woke up panting and looking around frantically without actually seeing anything.

Still looked at them with so much longing and heartache that it broke their hearts to know they were technically the reasons it was there. Still sometimes hesitated before coming to them for affection. Like he was scared they’d turn him away or disappear the second he so much as breathed on them.

So they tried to dote on him as much as they could. Tried to return his effortless care and quiet affection in any way they could manage. Just for the hope that one day he wouldn’t be quite so scared anymore. That maybe he wouldn’t hesitate in letting them know when he needed them, and just so he knew they loved him. No matter how long any of it took.

[pinkertinn]

Any fluffy Zack dates?

Hi Anon!

Thank you, thank you, thank you for this request and for singlehandedly dragging me back into my Zack Fair nonsense.

Listen, I am not even exaggerating when I say my crush on Zack was so intense, I had to Google, "Is it normal to want to marry a fictional character and start a chocobo farm together?" Spoiler alert: the internet said yes, but not in a way that helped my case.

Dating Zack Fair was a full-time job for me in my daydreams—so please, bear with me as I dust off my fake SOLDIER ID for this request.

For reference and to get us into the mood: My Zack Fair Spotify Playlist Boyfriend Zack Mood Board:

Okay, so how would you two meet? Cute, intense, absolutely perfect, of course. Anything less wouldn't be worthy of Zack Fair:

The streets were chaos. People were yelling, running in every direction as alarms blared in the distance. Some kind of disturbance—monsters, maybe, or a reactor issue—had everyone on edge, scrambling to get to safety. That’s when he appeared, stepping into the fray like a force of nature.

“Alright, everybody, let’s move!” his voice cut through the din, firm but reassuring. “Get to shelter, stay off the main roads, and don’t stop until you’re safe!”

He was impossible to miss, his SOLDIER uniform a sharp contrast to the panicked crowd, the massive sword strapped to his back looking like it belonged in a legend, not on the streets of Midgar. He moved quickly, helping people off the street, directing them toward alleyways and safer paths.

You were frozen for just a moment, caught in the chaos, when he reached you. His hand brushed yours, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through your whole body. “You okay?” he asked, his bright blue eyes locking onto yours.

They were mesmerizing—brilliant, glowing with that unmistakable SOLDIER mako shine. You nodded, unable to find words.

“Good. Head home, now. No questions, just go.” His voice was calm but commanding, and you found yourself obeying before you even realized it. You ran, not looking back until you were safely behind your own door, the echo of his voice still in your ears.

Later that night, there was a knock on your door. It startled you; no one usually came by at this hour. Peeking through the crack, you saw him—still in uniform, looking tired but still somehow radiant.

“I’m just doing rounds,” he said when you opened the door just a sliver. “Wanted to make sure no one was hurt in the mess earlier.”

Your gaze darted to the cuts and bruises visible on his arms and face. “Shouldn’t you be at the medic?”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m fine. You should see the other guy.”

The corner of your mouth twitched, but you didn’t let him off that easy. “Uh-huh. And shouldn’t you be resting? Or—I don’t know—not walking around like that?”

He shrugged, leaning against the doorframe with that lopsided grin. “Can’t rest until I know everyone’s okay. It’s kind of my thing.”

For a moment, you just stared at him. In the harsh chaos of the streets, he’d seemed larger than life, like some untouchable hero from the stories. But here, under the warm glow of your porch light, he looked... younger. Softer. His exhaustion showed in the slouch of his shoulders, the slight sag in his smile.

“You’re just a baby,” you blurted, and his eyebrows shot up in mock indignation.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re what, twenty? Twenty-one? Barely old enough to rent a car.”

He laughed, a sound that was warm and genuine despite the obvious weariness in his voice. “I’m older than I look, I swear. SOLDIER just has good skincare perks.”

“Uh-huh.” You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe to mirror him. “Do these SOLDIER perks include a girlfriend? Or are you just wandering around Midgar flirting with civilians at midnight?”

He blinked, caught off guard for half a second before that mischievous grin returned. “Depends. Are you offering?”

You rolled your eyes but felt the heat creep up your neck anyway. “That wasn’t an offer. It was an observation.”

“Well, for the record, no girlfriend,” he said, tilting his head with a playful smirk. “But I am currently taking applications.”

“Wow. Bold of you to recruit while bleeding on my porch.”

“Hey, I’m nothing if not efficient.”

You sighed, shaking your head even as you found yourself smiling. “Fine. Come in. You can tell me about this other guy you apparently destroyed while I find something to patch you up with.”

“I like this plan,” he said, stepping inside with a little extra swagger, as if he hadn’t just admitted he was running on fumes. “Guess that means we're off to a great start on that application, huh?”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, SOLDIER boy.”

I've been working on this one for a while... it’s been sitting in my drafts collecting dust. But I finally gave it some love, reworked it, and added a few cute Zack dating moments to balance things out.

I know you asked for fluffy—and don’t worry, there’s plenty of that—but fair warning: there’s also angst and smut (because, well, I am who I am, and this is how I write). I hope that’s okay and you enjoy it regardless!

This one’s for you, Anon! 🖤

The door slams open, rattling the frame, and there he is, framed by the glow of the hallway light. His eyes lock onto yours instantly—wide, bright, and burning too fiercely, like stars on the verge of collapse. He fills the doorway, larger than life, his boots still caked with dust, the pauldrons dangling loosely from one hand, and his suspenders slung low around his hips, as if he hadn’t paused for even a breath since stepping off the plane. He hasn’t.

“Hey! Hey, I—” His voice cracks through the quiet of the room, a cascade of words tumbling over each other, sharp and fragmented, making no sense. Something about a monster, a kid he helped, a view from the chopper that he swears you’d have loved. His hands gesture wildly, slicing through the air like they’re trying to keep up with him, but his feet don’t move. He’s bouncing on them anyway, like a soldier who can’t quite stand still in civilian shoes.

And then he’s on you. His arms crash around your shoulders, pulling you so tightly into him that it feels less like a hug and more like a hold, desperate and overwhelming. The air leaves your lungs, your ribs compressing under the weight of his embrace. His heart is a thunderstorm in his chest, hammering so violently against you that you swear you can feel it echoing in your own. He smells like sweat and gunmetal, and something unfamiliar lingers underneath, something sharp and chemical that makes your stomach turn.

His grip doesn’t loosen. You try to shift, but his fingers dig in, holding on like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his grasp. You can feel it in the tension of his arms—how much he’s changed, how much he’s holding back and failing to. His breathing is loud in your ear, shallow and uneven, and you realize he isn’t even trying to calm himself. He’s still riding the adrenaline, still caught in whatever storm he left behind.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his wild eyes searching your face. They don’t settle, darting from your eyes to your lips to your hands before snapping away entirely, like he can’t bear to meet you for too long. “I—Gaia, I missed you,” he says, and it’s almost a whisper, almost broken. His words trip over themselves, rushing to fill the space, spilling out everything and nothing at once. “It was crazy out there, you wouldn’t believe it. I—there was this kid, and the sky—oh, you should’ve seen the sky, it was—”

He stops, his hands falling to his sides suddenly, like he’s only just realized how tightly he’d been holding you. His eyes dart down to his hands, flexing them like they don’t belong to him. A flicker of something crosses his face—an apology, maybe, or a realization that his grip left you wincing. But it’s gone in an instant, replaced by that restless energy that keeps him swaying, pacing in place, unable to settle.

You don’t say anything. You can’t, not yet. Your chest aches where his arms had been, your breath coming shallow as you try to understand what’s in front of you. He’s the same, but he isn’t. There’s something underneath the excitement, the boyish grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Something hollow. Something raw.

He notices your silence then, his expression faltering. His voice drops, softer now, almost hesitant. “I’m home,” he says, like he’s trying to remind himself as much as you. His hands lift again, hovering near your arms, unsure this time. 

You reach for him this time, steadying him with a touch that feels too light, too soft against the weight he carries now. His shoulders tense, and for a moment, you think he might pull away. But he doesn’t. He leans in instead, pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes fluttering shut like he’s trying to memorize this moment, anchor himself to it.

Neither of you move for a long time. His breath steadies, but the storm doesn’t leave his body. It’s there in the way his fingers twitch at his sides, the way his weight shifts every few seconds. But he stays close, grounding himself in you, and for now, that’s enough.

The chaos never truly left him. Mission after mission, he came back with that same wild energy, adrenaline laced into every move, every word, every too-tight hug. But over time, he began to learn how to carry it, how to mold it into something that didn’t consume him entirely. He didn’t let it sit idle—he brought it to you.

One time, it was the Buster Sword. You stood outside, awkward and uncertain as he planted it into the ground, the weight of it so massive that the earth seemed to groan beneath it. He was shirtless, boots kicking up dust as he ran through drills, his movements sharp and feral, more a beast than a man shaking off the remnants of combat.

“Come here,” he’d said, his voice hoarse but steady. You hesitated, but his grin—still boyish, still warm despite the sweat and the frenzy—drew you in. His hands wrapped around yours, guiding them to the hilt, his grip firm but careful. “See? Not so bad, huh?”

It was bad. The sword was impossibly heavy, even with him taking most of the weight. But you didn’t say anything, just let him show you how to hold it, how to angle it, how to stand under its crushing presence. He laughed when you couldn’t even lift it on your own, his voice rich and easy, the sound settling something in both of you. Later, after his drills left him panting and flushed, he pulled you into a hug that was still too tight but softer somehow, more purposeful.

Another time, he’d disappeared for hours after stepping off the chopper. You’d started to worry until he came bursting through the door, arms full of strange, rare ingredients—glossy herbs, root vegetables that smelled like fresh rain, spices you’d never even heard of. “For dinner,” he’d said, grinning as he laid everything on the counter. “You’ve been talking about that stew. I wanted to help.” He stayed in the kitchen with you, fidgeting and pacing, offering to chop or stir when he wasn’t bouncing from counter to counter. He was restless, but he stayed close, his energy weaving into yours until the meal was done, steaming and rich. He ate with the enthusiasm of someone who hadn’t tasted home in weeks.

This time, it’s fusion materia.

He doesn’t even let you get a word in when he arrives, pulling you to the table where he’s already set up a scattering of orbs and tools. His hands move fast, almost too fast, as he explains what he’s doing, his words spilling over each other. “So, this one—see how it glows? That means it’s ready. And if you combine it with this—oh, wait, no, not that one, this one—then you get… well, something really cool.”

He doesn’t explain “really cool,” just keeps moving, his eyes alight with focus. When he finally pauses, he hands you two materia, his fingers brushing yours as he presses them into your palm. “Try it. Here, I’ll show you.”

You fumble through it at first, but he doesn’t laugh this time. His hands hover over yours, not quite touching, as he talks you through each step, his voice a little calmer now, more measured. You glance up at him, and for a moment, his eyes meet yours. They’re still bright, still restless, but there’s something softer there too, something steady.

The fusion works, a new materia glowing softly in your hand. His grin is immediate, wide and proud, like you’d just won a battle together. “See? You’re a natural,” he says, his voice lighter than it’s been in days.

He sits back then, leaning on his elbows as he watches you turn the materia over in your hand. The storm is still in him—you can see it in the way his leg bounces, in the way his fingers twitch against the edge of the table. But he’s quieter now, more at ease, the chaos in him finding a purpose.

“Thanks,” he says suddenly, and it catches you off guard.

“For what?” you ask.

“For… this. For letting me… y’know. Be like this.” He shrugs, his grin turning a little sheepish. “I think I’d lose it if I didn’t have you to come back to.”

He stands then, pulling you into another one of those hugs. It’s still tight, still overwhelming, but this time it feels like it’s grounding him as much as it is you. You hold on, letting him lean into you, letting him find his way back to himself.

“Okay, now you’ve got to see what this can do,” he said, voice soft with an almost childlike excitement. Before you could protest, before you could remind him of how unstable it all seemed, he was tugging you outside into the cool evening air, his hands warm and insistent against yours.

The field behind your home had always been quiet, unassuming—a patch of open sky and grass, perfect for stargazing but utterly unremarkable. Zack changed that.

He stood a few feet away from you, his boots planted in the earth as he held up a green orb, its faint glow reflecting in his eyes. “This one’s safe,” he promised, reading the hesitation on your face. “I’ll keep it small, I swear.” Then he knelt, his fingers pressing into the ground as the materia pulsed faintly. The air shifted, subtle at first, then rumbling as the earth beneath his hands trembled.

You gasped as the ground broke apart into a delicate cascade of gravel, the pieces crumbling and tumbling into a soft pile at his feet. It wasn’t violent or destructive; the earth seemed to flow, reshaping itself with a strange elegance, each fragment glinting in the fading sunlight. Zack looked over his shoulder at you, grinning. “See? It’s not all about fighting. It’s like sculpting, kind of.”

He stepped back, brushing his hands off as you hesitated near the edge of the loose gravel. When you knelt to touch it, the pieces crumbled softly in your hands, smooth and warm from the heat of the spell. Zack watched you, his grin softening into something quieter, more patient. “I knew you’d get it,” he said, his voice so full of pride that it made your chest ache.

The next night, he brought out water materia. “Okay,” he said, his tone conspiratorial as if this was a secret just for the two of you. “This one’s even cooler.” He pressed his hand to the ground, and the air grew heavy, thick with anticipation. A moment later, a sudden burst of rain showered over the field, soft and silvery, the droplets catching the moonlight like shards of crystal.

You laughed despite yourself, reaching out to feel the rain against your fingertips. The soil beneath your feet turned dark and rich, the scent of fresh earth filling the air. Zack stood back, watching as the rain slowed to a gentle mist, a boyish glee lighting up his face. “Give it a few days,” he said, gesturing to the soft, damp ground. “You’ll see.”

He was right. By the end of the week, tiny blossoms had begun to sprout—bright wildflowers that seemed to hum with the energy he’d left behind. You found him sitting among them one evening, his hands behind his head, his eyes turned to the sky. “Told you it’d be worth it,” he said when he noticed you. And it was.

There were more nights like that. One evening, he showed you fire materia, conjuring tiny flames that flickered and danced in the air like fireflies. He coaxed them into shapes—a heart, a flower, even a clumsy attempt at a chocobo that left you laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe. “Not bad, huh?” he said, beaming despite the fact that the flames fizzled out almost immediately.

Another time, he used aero to scatter petals from the wildflowers he’d grown, the breeze carrying them in soft spirals around you. The petals caught in your hair, brushing against your skin like whispers, and when you turned to him, you found him watching you, his expression suddenly serious in the dim light. “Beautiful,” he murmured, so quietly you weren’t sure if he meant the scene or you.

The fear you’d once felt toward materia dissolved, slowly but surely, replaced by wonder. He showed you not just its power, but its beauty, its ability to create and heal and bring moments like these to life. And through it all, Zack stayed by your side, his excitement infectious, his hands steady as they guided yours.

Every demonstration felt like a secret between you, a piece of the world only he could show you. And with each night that passed, with every spell that lit up the sky or softened the earth beneath your feet, you realized just how much of himself he was sharing with you—how deeply his chaos had become something tender, something entirely yours.

And tonight, as he pressed the small orb of materia into your palm, his fingers warm against yours, he tilted his head closer, his grin lopsided and sweet. “Alright,” he said, voice low and encouraging, “you’ve seen the show—now let’s see if you can steal it.”

He moved behind you before you could protest, arms bracketing yours, his hands light on your shoulders, his presence impossibly close. His warmth seeped into you, his breath stirring the hair near your ear as he leaned in, every part of him—his energy, his voice, his scent—clouding your senses until it was all you could do to hold the materia steady in your hands.

“First, you gotta feel it,” he murmured, his voice dipping into something softer. It was almost melodic, like he was coaxing something wild out of you. “The energy inside. Don’t think about what it’s supposed to do. Just… let it talk to you.”

You tried. You really tried, but all you could feel was the heat radiating from him, the steady press of his chest against your back as he leaned in closer to guide your hands. His calloused fingertips brushed yours, firm and deliberate, as if willing the power into you.

“Focus,” he said, but it sounded more like a chuckle, warm and teasing. “Unless you’re distracted by something…?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, could feel the way he shifted, the barest press of his hips against you making your stomach tighten. Your fingers flexed around the materia, but your mind was filled with nothing but the way his voice curled around you like a spell, the way his breath hitched just slightly as he adjusted his grip.

“I’m not distracted,” you said, though the words came out unconvincing even to your own ears.

“Right,” he whispered, a playful lilt in his tone. “Then stop thinking about me and start thinking about the Materia!”

He was so close now you could feel the vibration of his laugh, the rumble low and thrilling. His nose brushed against your temple as he leaned down further, his hair tickling your cheek. “Come on. Channel everything into it. Feel the magic. Push it out—like you’re aiming for the stars.”

You tried. But the harder you concentrated, the emptier your head became—except for him. Him and the way he smelled like earth and steel and something just a little sweet. Him and the way his hands lingered, steady and grounding, while his words fluttered like static in your chest.

The materia warmed against your palm, pulsing faintly, but it was hard to tell if it was the magic inside or the effect of his voice curling around you, grounding you, unmaking you.

“Push,” he said again, this time more insistent, his lips so close to your ear that they grazed the shell of it. Your pulse skipped, your breath caught, and before you realized it, you had tilted your head back just slightly—

And then he turned his head, just as your lips brushed his jaw. It wasn’t a kiss, not really, but it was enough to spark something bright and fleeting between you. Your breath hitched in unison, and you could feel him freeze, his focus splintering just like yours.

The moment hung heavy and electric, your lips almost brushing again, his hands tightening over yours. And then—boom.

Light exploded from the materia in your hands, a jagged burst of lightning that forked across the night sky with a deafening roar. You screamed, stumbling back into him as the shockwave rippled through the air. His arms wrapped around you instinctively, holding you steady as the world seemed to pulse with residual energy.

For a moment, there was nothing but the crackle of thunder in the sky, the sharp tang of ozone, and the rapid thud of your heartbeat against your ribs. Then he broke the silence, laughing—a bright, unrestrained sound that felt like it could split the night in two.

“That was fucking amazing!” he yelled, spinning you around with a grin so wide it could light up the sky again. His hands caught your wrists, his grip solid but giddy as if he couldn’t quite believe what you’d done.

You stared at him, still breathless, still half-horrified, the lingering spark of the spell tingling in your fingertips. “I almost blew us up!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t,” he said, still grinning. “You nailed it! That was some serious materia work!” He clutched your hands, holding them up like a champion boxer’s, even as you dissolved into laughter—shock, disbelief, and exhilaration tangling together.

You couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop laughing, even as your knees buckled and you leaned into him for support. His arms came around you again, steady and sure, and for a moment, you wondered if all the energy from the spell was still coursing between you, binding you to him like a thread of static that neither of you could break.

His arms stayed around you as your laughter faded into breathless silence, his chest rising and falling against yours, steady and strong. You could feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt, the pulse of his heartbeat thrumming against you like it was keeping time with the residual spark of the materia's magic still buzzing in your veins.

You looked up at him, your lips parted to say something, but the words dissolved when you saw the way he was looking at you. His grin had softened, his eyes darker now, searching your face like he was memorizing every inch of it. The world around you felt impossibly still, as though the lightning you’d called down had held the moment in place, just for the two of you.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and rough at the edges, “I think you’ve got a real talent for this.”

His hand lifted to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch light but deliberate. The motion drew him closer, his lips just a breath away from yours now. You could feel his hesitation, the barest pause, as if he was giving you the chance to pull away. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Instead, you tilted your chin up, closing the distance.

When your lips met, it was soft at first, a tentative spark that slowly built into a steady burn. His hands framed your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks, and the tenderness of it made your chest ache. He kissed you like he was unraveling, like you were the only thing anchoring him to the ground, and with every brush of his lips, you felt yourself slipping further into him.

He pulled you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair as the kiss deepened, his breath mixing with yours in a heady, intoxicating rhythm. When he finally broke away, it was only to press his forehead against yours, his voice a whisper that barely filled the space between you.

“Come with me,” he said, his eyes searching yours, and you could feel the weight of the unspoken words beneath them.

You nodded, letting him take your hand, his grip firm and grounding as he led you through the dimly lit hallway. The room was small but felt impossibly vast with him in it. The light from the scattered materia cast soft, shifting hues across the walls and ceiling, like rainbows frozen in motion. Crystals of every color caught the faintest glimmers of moonlight, painting the room in a kaleidoscope of warmth and magic.

He stopped in the doorway, his eyes flicking to you, waiting for something—permission, maybe, or reassurance. You gave it in the way you leaned into him, your hands sliding up his arms, your lips finding his again, this time with more certainty, more need.

He guided you backward, his hands skimming down your sides, his touch leaving trails of heat where his fingers lingered. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you sank down, pulling him with you. The mattress creaked beneath your combined weight, but the sound barely registered. All you could focus on was him: the way his mouth moved against yours, the way his hands cupped your face as if you were something fragile and precious.

The shifting light from the materia painted his skin in faint streaks of color, his face haloed in soft blue, his shoulders tinged with gold. His eyes caught the glow, shining with something deeper than desire—a tenderness that made your breath hitch.

He broke the kiss, his lips brushing a line down your jaw, your throat, the curve of your shoulder, his name catching in your throat as he moved. He leaned back just enough to look at you, his hand finding yours and threading your fingers together, the simple act grounding you even as your heart raced.

“Still think you can’t focus?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was an edge of vulnerability to it, like he needed to hear you laugh again.

You smiled, breathless, and tugged him closer, the soft light pooling around you both like a cocoon. And in that moment, it felt as if the world outside the room had vanished entirely, leaving only the two of you and the quiet hum of magic in the air.

He started to come by less after that night. At first, it was just a few days longer between visits, then weeks. Each time he showed up, his stories were shorter, his smiles a little tighter, as if there were too many things he couldn’t say. The missions grew longer, the training more relentless. You watched him move up the ranks with a pride that twisted in your chest because with each promotion, each new scar, it felt like he was moving further away from the boy who had once laughed with you beneath the stars.

It wasn’t just the distance; it was the change in him. He carried himself differently, his easygoing charm tempered by something sharper, harder. The spark in his eyes dimmed, replaced by shadows he never let you see fully. You tried to anchor him, to hold onto the parts of him you recognized, but it became harder and harder to find the right words, harder still to find the parts of yourself that could still reach him.

And you both knew. Even if neither of you said it aloud, the expiration date had always been there, hanging in the space between you. He was never meant to stay in one place. He belonged to something bigger, something you couldn’t follow him into.

Then one day, he just stopped coming altogether.

You told yourself you understood. He had responsibilities, a world to save. But understanding didn’t soften the ache that settled in your chest, the way his absence echoed louder than any of his laughter had. It was everywhere: in the flowers in the backyard that refused to stop blooming, even in the cracks of the old stone wall, the way he had teased that life finds a way in even the harshest places. You could hear him in every shift of the breeze, like the wind was carrying his voice back to you, no matter how far away he had gone.

And when the missing became too much, when the nights stretched endlessly and the weight of his absence felt unbearable, you did the only thing you could think of—the thing he had shown you on one of those nights when everything had felt so impossibly big and small at the same time.

He had placed a piece of materia in your hand, his fingers curling over yours, and told you it could do more than summon thunder or flame. “Magic doesn’t have to be loud,” he’d said, his voice soft, his smile full of wonder. “Sometimes it’s just about making something beautiful.”

It took weeks to get it right without him there, without his voice in your ear and his hands steadying yours. But eventually, you found the rhythm, the delicate balance of focus and feeling. You’d hold the orb in your palm, close your eyes, and let the spell take shape.

With a shuddering breath, you’d feel the warmth bloom between your fingers, light and soft, until it unfurled—a single glowing flower, its petals shimmering like starlight.

It didn’t last long; the magic always flickered out after a moment, leaving only the memory of its radiance. But you could feel him in it every time, in the way his hands had once guided yours, in the laughter that had always filled the spaces between your doubts, in the light that refused to fade, even when it was gone.

And so you’d sit there, cradling the ephemeral flower in your hands, letting it brighten the dark just long enough to hold him close again, if only for a moment. Because sometimes, that was enough.

I have a lot of Zack Fair boyfriend thoughts, I'm so in my feels!

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Things he do that you find cute ft. cloud strife, zack fair

Four things he do that you find cute. @a-view-without-light-pollution

CLOUD STRIFE

The way his brow furrows in that adorable little concentrated pout whenever he's intently focused on a task at hand. You'll often find yourself having to resist the urge to smooth those creased lines with the pads of your fingers.

How Cloud's lips tug up ever-so-slightly at one corner whenever you tell a particularly awful pun or meaningless joke that he'd never admit cracked that famous icy facade of his. He'll try disguising the subtle quirk with a put-upon sigh or gruff scoff...but you always catch that telltale sparkle twinkling in his eyes.

The slight tinge of pink dusting those sculptured cheekbones whenever you catch him off-guard with an overt compliment or casual brush of intimacy. Despite all his battles hardening Cloud into this legendary warrior, he'll revert to a shy, flustered boy beneath your affectionate regard.

The way his gaze instinctively trails after your every movement and gesture no matter where you both are - like a flower automatically angling towards the sun's radiant face. You'll often experiment by exaggeratingly stretching or shifting positions only to be rewarded with those brilliant mako eyes snapping straight towards you within seconds.

ZACK FAIR

That megawatt smile of his could easily power an entire continent with its sheer, blinding brilliance alone. And heaven help you whenever Zack flashes those obscenely gorgeous dimples - it's genuinely miraculous you've yet to literally combust from sheer overstimulation.

The perpetual windswept spikiness of his raven mane that he claims is from all the action and combat readiness...but you suspect has more to do with his tendency to endlessly rake those long fingers back through those unruly locks. Often caught gently reprimanding Zack "Hey, you're gonna go prematurely bald at this rate, you know?"

How he unconsciously sways from side to side or bobs on the balls of his feet in a barely-contained display of restless energy. Like Zack's entire body is simply bursting at the seams constantly no matter the scenario - always buzzing with irrepressible life and vigor.

The utter earnestness and guileless adoration shining from those bright sky-blue depths each time your eyes meet. Staring into Zack's gaze feels akin to bathing in the warmth and optimism he seemingly exudes in endless supply at all times without fail. Total and complete openness radiating from the very core of his soul.

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Cuddling with ffvii boys!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Sephiroth and Angeal Hewley

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, fluff and more fluff, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ enjoy!! :))

Cloud

★ Obviously he had to be the first one I'll be talking about

★ Yeahh... If you want to actually touch this guy without him freaking out, you'll have to wait for him to finally give in to his desires

★ Once he's warmed up, may god save you from his wreckingly long cuddling sessions ( poor baby he's so so so touch starved )

★ He doesn't care about the position, he just wants you close, really close to him ( paying off for all the times he has dreamt about you in his arms )

★ Will probably fall asleep very soon once he's got you trapped

"Feeling better?"

A low grumble of approval made your belly vibrate. His head was laying down on your stomach as you were sat on the headboard of the bed, your legs placed by his sides as he had his arms hugging your middle part.

He hugged you as if you were about to leave the room ( which was indeed, not happening ). His eyes were closed and his breathing was serene too, taking the chance to play with his hair meanwhile.

You were both winding down from the day, his hair still a bit damp from the shower he had just taken. And god did he look cute all sleepy on your belly.

You smiled, enjoying one of the very few moments Cloud would let you see his soft side.

Zack

★ My baby 🤧

★ Where do I even start, well, should we be asking him?

★ Because the moment your arms would welcome him in a maze of softness and care, this boy would be down bad

★ Automatically would have you trapped bellow him or viceversa, he likes physical touch maybe a bit too much

★ Is also one of the very few moments where you can actually hear silence again besides him, just the sound of his breathing mixed with yours

"Zack! I'm hom-"

Not even 5 seconds after you had shouted that into what you thought was your empty living room, he was already hoisting you up in the air by your waist like the puppy that was waiting for his owner he was.

. . .

"I missed you"

"I know, I know"

You tried to shush him, but it was quite a dificult task since he had his whole body on top of you on the sofa. His arms embracing your back, almost as if he didn't care about the cramps he knew he would get, he just cared about you.

He looked at you over where his head was laying on your chest, pointing out how pretty you looked when you smiled. God he is such a dork.

Sephiroth

★ Okay so this guy is... big

★ Not a fan of hugs but god, he lives off your arms wrapped around him

★ He would carry you bride style even when you both are cuddling on the bed. Keeping you close to him by your back and knees

★ You should be proud because this guy... this guy isn't really a big fan of having company nor physical touch with them

★ Once he is alone with you, he is a whole different man

Silence fell over your cute and tidied up room, Sephiroth's best music to listen to.

Your cheek met his collarbone, he was sat on your headboard as he kept you close to him with both of his arms. One by the back of your knees and the other on your back.

His heartbeat made you almost fall asleep by it's lulling trap, and you were sure you wouldn't last any longer either way.

Quiet nights like this before sleep were your absolute favourite and you could tell by the way he spoke to you with such honey bathed words that he enjoyed quite as good as you.

Angeal

★ GOD

★ He loves, loves, loves holding you

★ Anywhere and whenever, his arms would be around you. You're just too sweet not to be held, he thinks

★ But he also loves having your soft hands caressing his skin too, whenever you would let him lay his head down on your thighs as you caressed his forehead and hair.

★ He just loves keeping u close ;)

"G'mornin love"

Your mumbled out response was enough for his heart to melt over your weary eyes and softened voice.

Your arms were curled up in his chest, his strenght not failing him as he kept you close even when he was asleep. He wishes he could stay like this with you forever.

Curled up in his arms as the sun bathed your pretty face, the soft whines you would let as he tried to get you off the bed.

Bonus!!

His hands felt cold at first against your belly, but soon a scorching warmth would start to envelop your guts.

His breathing was serene against your nape, your back against his front. Almost poetically implying that you trusted him, that you cared about him.

No matter how deeply he would have fallen asleep, he still would and will keep you as secure and close to his body. Under the warm covers of your bed, everything felt nicer anyways.

So when you felt his characteristic blonde locks trickling your neck, you felt at home.