#zack fair drabble

[ariseur]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[demialwrites]

FF7 Sex-Related Mishaps

Tseng

Once was so quiet during the deed the other person assumed he didn't enjoy himself and ghosted him in embarrassment

VP Rufus Shinra

Is a biter. Once during a drunken one-night stand, he bit them way too hard, and had to stay home with a slap mark on his cheek or get scolded by dad

Reno

Once was so loud that it disturbed his neighbours and several of them complained. He just as loudly told them to their faces to fuck off

Elena

Same scenario as Reno, except she died of embarrassment behind her door after shutting it

Rude

Sometimes tries out adventurous positions that take advantage of his height. Once, they both fell and hit their heads

Cid

Once was so enthusiastic, he hit his forehead on the headboard, backed up holding his head, then fell on the floor

Tifa

While still learning how to say no, she tried out several things she didn't want to and refuses to speak about it to this day

Zack

Once told politely that he talks too much. This is because his dirty talk is so tame that it's a distraction

Pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth

Once pushed the other person's stamina too far and they passed out, making him panic

Cloud

Once left in the middle of night, leaving the other person assuming that he didn't enjoy himself and changed his mind about being into them

[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!”

[emmyc0z]

I'm the anon who sent the last request for Zack's headcanon and I'm all 💖💞💓💗 I loved it sooo much <3 I could ask for another headcanon from him with a s/o who is a little scared of sleeping alone and loves it to be hugged in his arms all night? I hope it's not inconvenient asking one hc again I just love him so much ♡

Zack Fair with S/O Who’s Scared to Sleep Alone

pairing : zack fair x gn!reader

cw : none!

zack’s a busy guy.

he leaves early in the morning before you wake up and he’s usually home late in the night after you’ve gone to bed.

and you hate it.

you wake up to a cold bed, and you have to go to sleep with no one around.

being in the house by yourself all day is bad enough but as soon as the sun goes down it feels less boring and more scary.

every shadow seems bigger, like some big man has come creeping around the corner.

the floorboards seem to creek so much louder, like someone is sneaking through the house.

and the bed is always freezing.

it doesn’t help that the window faces your bed directly, you stare expecting someone to walk past or peer in.

you can’t sleep.

the first time, zack comes home, not bothering to check on you because he assumes you’re asleep.

i mean it’s midnight, you should be sleeping.

he showers, and crawls into bed, wrapping a heavy arm around you, as if it’s instinct, to pull you closer to him.

but you stir and he realizes you’re awake, turning to face him.

“baby.. why are you awake? i told you not to wait up.”

he’d stroke your head, finding your eyes even in the dark of your bedroom. and you mutter ‘couldn’t sleep’ in response.

“why not?”

honestly you’re not sure. yes you had been nervous earlier in the night but your bed was comfy enough and the house was safe.

so you just shrug.

“s’okay. i’m here now, so we can get some shut eye, yeah?”

he pulls you in close, and you feel your eyes becoming heavy, face buried in his muscular chest.

but you’re reeling in embarrassment, so sleep fails to come, even more so when zack’s snores fill your ears.

the second time, zack’s routine is the same.

you listen, pleading with yourself to fall asleep before he gets into bed.

god forbid you have to admit that you’re afraid in your home.

zack would go crazy installing security measures into you finally felt safe, but it wouldn’t help.

when zack enters the room he can already tell that your awake, you’re restless, he knows you well enough to know your habits.

he crawls into bed, clinging to your back side, arm lazily thrown over your side.

his cold hand reaches under your shirt to get closer to your skin, fingers tightening on your waist, “hi baby.”

both the cold and his voice makes you go rigid, flustered and embarrassed.

“why’re you awake hun?” his voice is soft, tired, and so close to your ear.

you can only shrug once more.

“you know what time it is?”

“no..”

“it’s late. too late for you to be awake, my love.” he kisses at your neck, making you squirm in his grip.

“let’s get some sleep baby.. we’re gonna talk about this in the morning, okay?”

you don’t. he’s gone in the morning. and you understand his busy schedule, but your still upset knowing tonight will be the same.

the day is the same as always, you’re nervous to be alone but you tidy up, and follow your schedule.

but when the sun goes down your nervousness grows, and your retreat to the bedroom to hide in the bed.

you turn the tv on, hoping it will help to have background noise. but it only makes you anxiety grow knowing you can’t hear anything else.

you miss zack. and you’re so tired.

but you can’t sleep.

so you lay in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, heartbeat quick in your chest.

at some point, your sleep deprived frustration causes tears to roll down your cheeks.

it only serves to embarrass you more, even though no one is home to witness the scene.

the third time, zack is home earlier.

it has you sitting up in the your shared bed instantly, scared that it might not be your beloved boyfriend entering your home.

he’s too early.

but then his head is peaking through the door, and then his body follows as he approaches.

you can tell he’s tired but there’s a sweet smile on his face.

“i figured you would be awake,” he speaks quietly, grabbing your hand and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“why are you awake,” your about to raise your shoulders but he cuts up off, “and don’t shrug, use your voice.”

“can’t sleep.”

“i know you can’t, baby.. why?” he squeezes your fingers, other hand landing gently on your knee.

you hesitate. you’re embarrassed. this is so childish.

“i.. i’m scared.”

his eyes would widen, concern and guilt fighting a war inside of his body. he should’ve been home more. had something happened?

“scared of what? what happened?”

“nothing.. i just.. i don’t know, the house seems so much scarier when you’re not home. can’t sleep without you.”

he calms. his blood stills. and his head levels out.

you’re safe. and the probelm is a fixable one.

“awh baby.. why didn’t you just say so?”

“cuz.. you work so hard for us I didn’t wanna wreck your schedule.”

he rids himself of his SOLDIER uniform, pulling you into the bed with him.

“i can always change my schedule. don’t worry about it.”

his fingers thread your hair, placing kisses across your face.

you breath him in. he hasn’t showered, but he doesn’t stink. he smells like home.

“can i make you breakfast tomorrow?”

“you’re gonna be home?”

“all day, my love.”

[hopetatic]

Reminding myself that i still havent finished my Zack paper doll

Hes just a detached head, torso and arms

Im so sorry dude i left you like this for weeks(? Maybe months?) I promise ill do better

[prismaticpichu]

Ooo might I have some hmm. Genesis & Zack 🟣?

Ooooh! You got it!! 💕💖

~

Genesis’s eyes cracked open in tandem with his bedroom door, the mako-blue slits heavy with fever, just barely able to make out the SOLDIER-cladded contour—holding what looked to be a bowl of soup—as the nebulous shape quietly slipped into his quarters.

He let his eyes fall back shut, relieved.

“…Thank you, ‘Geal. I know it was late notice. Is that your special homemade—?”

“Yep! Sure is!”

Genesis’s eyes snapped back open.

“Wh… what…?! Zackary?”

“That’s right!” the smiling teen chirped, fully visible now. “Angeal was a bit busy with Seph. But don’t worry! I’ll take good care of you, Sir.”

[reilaishiteru]

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I simp for zack fair...and am HUNGRY for fluff..all the gentle kisses, hair playing ...jawline holding, couch cuddling, sweet compliments, rainy days...holding...waist clutching, skin contact, lips grazing coffe sippinng...deep eye dinner dates, jokes , teasing silly, obsession for his scar..kisses on his scar..."it suits you so well" ...I can handle!!! I don't do smut or too overly steamy. I'm too old for that shit

Maybe perhaps...on the opposite spectrum, zack boyfriend scenario, comforting s/o with anxiety...drying of tears, wiping tears away, consoling cuddling...hearing him hum reader to sleep...mentions of heartbeats being felt through chests....feeling of voice vibrations through MUSCULAR chest...comfort bare muscular arms , tender kisses...goosebumps...ok I'm sorry too demanding...if I'm blessed and you create chapters of like simple one date, fun.."friends to lovers" type of thing, casual playstation gaming hangouts, cookkn dinner as friends...thinking of eahc other while away ..to eventually relationship and consoling s/o anxiety.. I'd wait FOREVER, however long it would take you to write chapters of joy....you'd be my hero!!!

Eternally Grateful,

An old lonely Zack lover

oh my god im sorry anon I've been dead since like April but I just got on and saw Zack fair so I'm getting onto writing RIGHT NOW

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Trial writing of Zack requested by @sixvisxpacem || From this Open Request Post

"Man, we've got some killer views, Cloud!"

Zack leaned against the bike with the attached care that had been their steed for the past couple of months. Gas was running low, and he'd made it up to this cliff to get his bearings, clearing his head head once more as he seemed to need to do more often lately, and to refresh where he was to pinpoint the best place to refuel.

And what lay ahead was a mix of green and dusty dirt of wilds fading into wastes. It was like natural flowing in and out of itself. It felt so damn appropriate, he could almost laugh bitterly. Instead, he drank in the beauty. The raven-haired, scarred AWOL SOLDIER turned his mako blue gaze to the blond in the attached cart, still grinning. He sighed, shaking his head and march over. He knelt by Cloud Strife and gave him a clap on the shoulder.

"Seriously, man--think if we had some decent cameras, we'd make some amazing photographers. Imagine the killing we'd make, all the locations and natural beauty we'd capture on our little roadtrip? We'll be rich!"

Zack just watched as Cloud Strife continued to hang his head like an infant just barely managing the strength to hold it up. The only response he received was a slow blink of eyelids and a softer breath. The grin on Zack's lips attempted to drift, faintly, but he kept it on as firmly as he could. He gave a playfully exasperated scoff. "Too cool for that, huh? Fine then, we'll figure something else out."

They would. He was sure of it. They'd find their way back home. They'd find their way, after. After he reached Aerith...he couldn't stay in Midgar, but he knew he had to return, a last time, just to...figure things out. And after? Well, the whole world lay ahead...! He was ready to give his all to his future, he wouldn't let that uncertainty seep in, if he could help it!

And so days, and weeks continued the same. Fuel was becoming harder and harder to keep collecting, especially because more and more towns became less and less generous. Zack managed to get a container to keep refilling with fuel to have with himself in case they were stuck in the middle of nowhere. But he needed funds. Odd jobs were all he could manage, and even those were becoming more and more scarce.

But he was so close, so close to Midgar, he knew it! He had to make it! He was sure of it!

So sure, that the morning he dragged Cloud out of the first Inn he'd been able to pay for a room in, in months, he didn't expect to find his bike....gone. Nowhere to be found, in fact. He tried to follow tracks, but from what he could assess, the vehicle was picked apart, pieces scattered to greedy thieves, and only the side cart survived, useless on it's own.

He stood there before Cloud, where he'd left him. The usual grin he put on when speak to Cloud was put on once more as he squatted before the blond. "Well, it's no roadtrip without a few road bumps, huh buddy...? Really sorry about this, but you'll probably have to start walking with me again. But I'll make sure we get a good meal first! Something filling, a good energy boost. Yeah?" he nodded towards Cloud, who had no reaction. "One of these days, you're gonna have to tell me your favorite meal--I mean, I can't know what you won't if you don't speak up, man." he chuckled, ruffling the others hair.

Cloud's head bobbed briefly before settling again.

Zack stared, the grin frozen on his lips until he stood. It faded quicker this time, though.

Every bump of the road, ever week that ticked by, that grin faded faster and faster, but he never stopped wearing it when it felt most necessary. Like armor, or materia to boost ones abilities, his enduring spirit was the fire to keep them burning forward. Zack Fair wasn't going to let this shit crush his spirit! No way!

Never! But...maybe...maybe, just for a moment or two, his spirit could just...fall apart.

It was after he was run out of an extremely small town-stop that that spirit began to really tremble--the people in the store he was trying to barter food from were no fans of ShinRa, yet they wouldn't listen to a word of his truth, that he was AWOL, that he was on the run from them, and that he just needed help for himself and his sick friend. They ran him out, near literally, to the point of almost threatening to 'test his claims' and call ShinRa on them if they didn't leave.

Starving, body aching, spirit and mind tired, Zack pushed on, carrying Cloud as far as quickly as he could until he could find a proper space to camp and figure things out. And as he dragged Cloud along, the blonds weak feet barely stumbling to keep up with Zack's stronger steps, the raven haired male could only laugh bitterly.

"Ya know, never thought I'd be run out of anywhere. Can you imagine it, Cloud? Me!" he muttered, trying to laugh it off, and stupidly weighting and wishing (not for the first time) to earn some sort of reaction that wasn't a normal body function from Cloud. Just a short chuckle, a twitch of the lips.

But nothing. Zack shouldn't put that on him. Zack could laugh enough for the both of them!

He could laugh for the both of them. He could talk for the both of them. He could walk for the both of them. He could fight for them both, he could beg for the both, he could work for them both, he could do it all...for the both of them.

He could. He...he would.

Zack's foot hit a rock, and in his scattered thoughts, he was too distract. He tumbled a second, almost falling himself, but catching himself, but the disturbed momentum was enough to cause Cloud to tumble, and Zack didn't tug him back in enough time to prevent the blond from dropping to the dirt. Cloud wouldn't be injured, he'd barely be hurt, and yet the sight had Zack feeling like the blond had just been stabbed. He tugged him to sit straight, brushing dirt and pebbles from his face and hair over and over, even after it was gone.

"Well damn, suddenly I'm the one that can't walk, huh...? S-sorry, Cloud..." he muttered, trying to keep his tone level and light as usual, but...it sounded...wrong. He heard a tremble, and he hated it. It's as if his voice was outside of him, beyond his control. He cleared his throat, plastering the smile against as he assured Cloud was sitting comfortably. But the grin felt heavier, and harder to control, too, and a panic was building in Zack's chest. "You're alright. Why didn't you warn me about the rock, huh?" he forced a laugh.

Why did it sound strangled?

Why were his eyes burning...?

He forced out another laugh, trying to make it sound right, sound light, sound like Zack Fair, but it just sounded strangled again. He sat back from where he knelt before Cloud, sitting firmly on his behind, arms resting on his knees. The grin was still on his lips, but it felt...confused...wrong, off kilter. He couldn't even see it, and he knew it felt wrong.

He hand a hand through his hair, and forced another laugh. "Damn...maybe I'm sleep deprived, huh? Don't remember when I last slept, actually. You probably don't, either." he muttered to Cloud, and the continued silence as response made everything suddenly feel heavier and that much worse.

Fuck, everything hurt. His body. His head. His heart. It felt as if all this riding and walking, all this travel towards his destination, it had put distance between him and thoughts and feelings but all at once, they seemed to catch up with him, right here and right now. He took a shaky, shuddery breath in and out. Eyes burning with tears, he looked at the blurring figure of the blond before him, wobbly smile on his lips.

"It'll be fine though... I...I promise, Cloud. I'm not stopping...k? We'll just take a break...and pull it back together, and then keep moving. We've got this...you and me! Right?" he muttered, wiping away half the tears from one side of his face. "...Right, Cloud...?"

The blonds head bobbed. But it wasn't a nod. It wasn't a response. It wasn't anything.

"Come on....Cloud..." Zack muttered under his breath, as he began rocking faintly in place where he sat. "Just one word....one response, bud...? Just...just one word, maybe two? You could even tell me to shut up, j-just...give me something...!" he found himself yelling at the blond.

His chest was brimming, writhing with sensations. His heart beat felt irratic, his head hurt, everything was too much, too much, but he had to hold it together. Had to keep it together. He couldn't leave Cloud, in any way. He couldn't fall apart, not like the others!!!

It was brimming, pushing and pulling like a growing breath, and any many it would....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"" Zack flopped back in his back and cried out into the sky. The first yell seemed to release so much rage, fear, hurt, and every taste of heavy weight on his shoulders. It was all of it, but it was a great deal. And as he stared up at the clear skies, he took deep breaths in and out, in and out....and he let out another scream, both fists hitting the ground on either side of him. The end of the scream seemed to trembled and he sniffed...and grinned.

Genuinely. He took a deep breath, sat up, looked to the sky, and belted out once more, the cry turning into wild laughter at the end, but...his chest felt lighter after he did so. It felt...better. Everything still hurt, everything was still too much, but...he seemed to pull back some part of himself as the laughter bubbled out of his chest.

"I mean it, Cloud, when I say we'll make it. You'll see. It's gonna take a bit more time...maybe a few more bumps, but...we've got this. Alright?" he scooted forward to the blond again, and clapped him in the shoulder, gripping there.

"It's you and me, man."

[catboyidia]

I had this idea and I have to share ir with someone

Zack having to pick up asg kid(s) as school bc they're going to be busy and meeting Kindergarten teacher Cloud and coming up with excuses to be the one picking the kid(s) up just so he can catch sight of Cloud/keep meeting with him

omg anon i actually love that idea so much!!! i can imagine this so vividly! i think zack would end up making the stupidest excuses to pick up the kids so he could see cloud, and i think the first time he saw cloud he acted like a total loser! and i think asg would quickly catch on to what zack was doing and said zack in his quest, although not without teasing the fuck out of him first

[ariseur]

zack fair who’s like the dorkiest guy ever and will stop at nothing to make you feel better. he does not care and he will publicly embarrass himself (as long as it’s not in front of the first class soldiers. .) just trying to make you crack a smile, if that does not work he will literally scratch his head in thought for the rest of the day

[myristicisms]

Wutai, the former lands of Rhadore, the many villages surrounding Midgar, it's all tied into corporate greed, he's decided. Once upon a time, a younger Zack Fair held nothing but praise for ShinRa as a company, found them to be so interesting and cool only for that vision to be ripped from him the same night he'd had to take the life of his mentor. That same night was also when he'd learned just how much the life of a SOLDIER truly was worth to the president. 

( You dedicate your life to them and all you get is forgotten to history, huh? ) He remembers the aftermath of Angeal's death, the lack of anything but an email saying he'd died and then nothing else, there's still not a word on that too. To be a hero, recognition was a must and it only further jaded the young SOLDIER, made him wonder if all the death and trauma was truly worth much. There's also the fact that as far as places like Wutai went, the natives were hardly treated properly and that was just as unforgivable. 

It's irksome to think about, the fact that ShinRa only took and took and took but never gave in return was bothersome too; He can already hear his parents bickering back home about what should be done, neither were particularly keen on ShinRa to begin with, especially not after sweeping their son away with the promises of glory that certainly weren't being realized quite yet but he knows on one hand, his father likely was thrilled that there was a ceasefire with Wutai while his mother mourned the way the natives had to live. 

He misses his mother, misses home. Would he be welcomed back, he wonders? Zack had helped capture Fort Tamblin after all and that certainly had been a harsh loss for the Wutaian forces, had his mother found out she'd likely be disappointed in him, disgusted just the same as he was with himself. Traveling between Midgar, above and below the plates, and then going to Wutai, it was so terribly clear just what the company he'd ever so faithfully aligned himself was up to and it only left him all the more irate. All of his hard work, Angeal’s and Sephiroth’s work, even Genesis's to a degree had gone into oppressing people who just wanted to be left alone and that was… Unforgivable. 

He hated it, wanted to hate ShinRa but could only hate himself because his mother had been just like the people of Wutai at one point; Forced to live in less than great conditions with the constant fear of one day joining the dead within her village, she'd been forced to flee and that's how she wound up in Gongaga and met his father. Zack was grateful for that regard but not for the circumstances leading into why his mother had come to the jungle village because he knew how terribly his mother grieved her life back home. If homesickness was what he was experiencing knowing he could go back to Gongaga safely then he couldn't imagine how painful it was for her. 

Wutai had every reason to hate ShinRa, the fact that the company had the nerve to continue pushing buttons, still sent in SOLDIERs and public security to stomp out potential mutiny was… vile, abhorrent to Zack in every sense of the word because at one point that had affected his mother, her siblings and their parents and everyone else on her side of the family. He understands all too well, many on his mom's side of the family didn't speak about what they'd gone through, they were a people who insisted on looking forward and living in the moment and while it's reasonable to feel as such, the First can't help but to feel he would be in a different position now had he known every aching detail as a kid. 

Maybe he'd have been one of the fools protesting ShinRa pushing into Wutai, maybe even would've joined AVALANCHE instead since he's come to learn more and more about the company he's aligned himself with, for now though he's just a grunt; A disappointment in a sorts that couldn't even look himself in the eyes while getting ready in the morning for each new mission.

[frickingnerd]

tell me you love me, even if it's a lie

pairing: cloud strife x gn!reader

summary: cloud wants to hear you say you love him just this once, even if he knows it's just a lie...

tags: angst, implied yandere!cloud, unrequited feelings (cloud for reader), zack & reader relationship, lovesick cloud

“tell me you lovr me! even if it's just a lie…���

cloud had taken your hands into his own. he knew that you were dating zack. he knew that he'd never be him and that he'd be never be with you. but at least once, he wanted to know what it would be like if you'd say his name with the same fondness you said zack's and told him that you loved him.

“cloud…” you sighed softly, trying to let him down gently. but there was no way you could convince him to drop this.

“please, just once. i know you could never love me, but just for a moment, let me pretend like you could truly love me.”

you silently considered it. yet if you said it once, what if he wanted more. what if he'd want a kiss next? what if it was more than a kiss that he wanted?

“i'll say it, just once.” you finally gave in. cloud's eyes widened and brimmed with excitement, but you quickly shut him down. “but after i say it, you have to move on. no more requests like these!”

cloud hasty nodded. he'd do anything, just to hear you say those words to him once. anything.

“i love you…”

the words you whispered weren't as sincere and affectionate as cloud had always imagined them as. but he shouldn't have expected so much. hearing you say them, he could pretend for a second that he'd be the one you truly loved. but just for a second, as afterwards, despair filled him.

“t-thank you…” his voice was quiet and shaky. you had just broken his heart with those words, yet he thanked you. but at the very least, he could pretend for just a moment that this wasn't a lie…

[emmyc0z]

Looking at the Stars

pairing : zack fair x gn!reader

summary : just something short about stargazing with zack after a long day of sparring.

cw: sparring with angeal, tiny mention of blood, zack being a cutie patootie.

You lift your sword up, one palm pushed against the flat side of your blade, the other wrapped around the handle. The sound of metal clanging against metal echoes through the room as your opponent's blade collides with the sharp edge of your sword. The sharp point just catches the tip of your nose enough to break skin. A drop of blood slides down along the curve of your philtrum, rolling onto your lip where your tongue flicks out to swipe it away.

Pushing back against the opposition's blade, you watch them step back with their sword pointed directly at you. You lick away the blood again, and watch now as they stow their blade on their back.

“What’re you doing? We’re not done sparring.”

“You're bleeding, I’d say we’ve done enough for today.” You huff, allowing Angeal to walk away from you. Your chest rises fast and unsteadily as you try and catch your breath, wiping away the sweat from above your brow with the back of your hand.

You follow after him, throwing your sword on the weapon rack as you walk out of the training dome. You're tired and tense but you lighten up once you're outside because your eyes immediately land on Zack Fair. Probably your best, or more honestly your only , friend.

Angels voice pulls you back before you can make your move for Zack, turning around to face your mentor.

“You did well today. Get some rest, you deserve it. You’ll be in the field with us Class One soldiers soon enough.” You thank Angeal for his words, giving him a small nod of gratitude as he walks away. And you feel almost guilty that you’re much more excited by Zack’s approach than by the praise of your senior officer.

“Dude, you’re so awesome! The way you blocked his hit like that, you’ve gotta be crazy strong! Lemme see your arms, no seriously lemme see ‘em.” His mouth is agape as he pulls on your arm which falls limp in his hold.

You shrug him off, pulling your arm away from him with a laugh, “Get off of me, you dork.”

“Have you been working out without me? Seriously. Are you doing push-ups when you’re supposed to be asleep?” He follows behind you as you walk towards your barracks, holding your arm up in his hands once again.

“It seriously was just luck, he must be off his game today or something. He still got me, so not too impressive.” You pull your arm out of Zack’s hold to wipe the cut on your nose.

“Not impressive? He told you had what it takes to be a first class soldier! Do you know what that means? Man, I am so jealous.” He stares at you, eyes full of awe. And you desperately will yourself not to look back at him because you will crumble and let out everything you’ve ever felt for him in one breath.

Finally you reach the door to your barrack, and you try to go in without a proper goodbye to Zack which he denies with his foot shoved between the door and its frame. “Hey, meet me up on the roof later?”

You open up the door so he can comfortably move his foot away but he doesn’t in case you try and close the door again. “I don’t know, Zack. I’m pretty tired.”

“Please? It’s supposed to be so clear tonight, you’ll be able to see like every star there ever was or will ever be.” You chew on your inner lip as his eyes plead with yours. Though your resolve is usually so strong, you're unable to resist, because you're painfully in love with him.

And also because who could say no to that face, so you agree to meet him after you’ve showered. You watch him pump his fist up in the air, whisper-yelling “yes” to no one but himself as he walks away from your door.

You clean yourself free of the layer of sweat covering your body, washing the grease off of your hair. You let the hot water hit your skin, standing in the middle of the shower and unintentionally wasting time before you have to meet Zack on the roof. Even when you're not exhausted from training, climbing the stairs up to the roof is a feat and you're definitely not looking forward to doing it tonight.

But you do. Lugging yourself up metal step after metal step, wet hair stuck to the back of your neck. You didn’t bother to dry it, too antsy to meet up with Zack.

When you push the heavy door open you see him already sitting there. Arms out behind him, palms pushed against the ground to hold himself up as his long legs sit splayed out in front of him. He notices you and lifts one arm to wave at you, a jovial smile on his face.

And you have to snap yourself back to reality once you realize you’re focusing too much on the way his muscles tense as he leans his weight on one arm to wave the other. You walk towards him with a gentle smile, cheeks pink already and you haven’t even sat down yet.

“Hey! I wasn’t sure if you were actually gonna come, considering you were so “tired.” He moves over for you to sit beside him even if he doesn’t have to, and you take the empty space graciously to sit crisscross beside him.

You roll your eyes at his sarcasm, “I am tired. I just prioritize you over my own health. You should feel very special”

“Yeah no kidding. Your hair's still wet,” He says while lifting a piece of your wet hair up with two of his fingers. “You’re totally gonna get sick.”

“Worth it.” You smile softly, shuffling the tiniest bit closer to him. He subconsciously wraps his arm around you, as if it’s second nature. But his hand hesitates to fully land on your arm, it just hovers above your skin. You lift your own hand, intertwining your fingers, resting your hands on your arm.

“Yeah, it might be the only way I can beat you in a sparring match. Speaking of, did I mention that you’re awesome?”

“Yes. You did, Zack” You giggle, turning your head to face him. His face is much closer to yours than you were expecting but he doesn’t seem to mind, smiling widely.

“Well, just one more time then. You’re awesome. Like, I think you're my hero.” He laughs, and you understand that he’s being unserious.

“Hardy har.” You two smile at eachother, faces close. Until you turn away, cheeks flushed as you look at the lights below the edge of the roof. And his giggly tone quiets.

“No, but seriously. I watch you train all the time. Like I seriously look up to you. I want to be able to spar with Angeal as easily as you do.”

“He goes easy on me, you know.”

“He goes easy on me too, I can still never win.” He pulls you backwards with him as he lays on the surface of the roof, arm pressed under your neck to let you lay comfortably.

“I didn’t win either. I don’t think you can win against him.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do.” You don’t say anything else. You don’t think you need to, because Zack knows you feel the same way. It’s the reason why you watch him train, the same stupid look on your face that he has when he watches you.

Suddenly his voice rings out, giggly once more, “Hey, those stars kind of look like a chocobo!” You follow Zack’s hand, his finger pointed at a cluster of stars. You smile, eyes searching the sky for other images.

“Look,” you point now, at a group that makes an oddly familiar shape. “Those ones make the buster sword!”

“Woah they do! Man, I hope I get to fight with it one day, imagine how cool I’d look with it in my hands.” You elbow his side, and he turns his head to you in a fit of giggles.

“You were so right, Zack. It’s so clear tonight. I can see like every star! It’s so pretty..” You can feel his eyes on you, giddy smile on your face as you look up at the sky.

“Yeah.. it really is.”

[prismaticpichu]

I would like to ask:

Love me.

SephZack

💗

Because all Sephiroth needs is love.

Yessssss!!! ❤️💕

(I’m running on 2% brain power and 98% sleep, so literally just writing the first thing that comes to me x33)

~

Seph took in another shaky breath, the swamp of tears bleeding into the gauzy fabric of the hospital sheet.

He had never seen him so broken.

"I'm sorry... I'm…”

"Shhh..." Zack held him close, fingers threading through the river of mercury. "I'm right here, Seph. I'm okay. Everything's okay…”

"I... I…”

“I know… I know... It's all over now. It's all over... You're safe. You know I’d do anything to keep you safe, bud… Anything. I knew my friend was in there the whole time."

Sephiroth continued to sob, choking and quavering.

"Shh… It's okay... it's okay... She’s gone now.”

~

Once again, kept it to exactly 100 words for the challenge, but I’m pretty sure this is gonna evolve into a Candle in the Rain epilogue once I find some time <333

[bardic-tales]

Bianca would be all for it while Sephiroth would need some convincing.

Bianca leaned back on the couch. Her eyes narrowed at the screen. "Nathan Keyes, huh? As Zack Fair? Not bad. He's got the look: strong jaw, bright eyes. Perfect hair. Zack was always about his hair. Appears charming."

Sephiroth glanced up from the book he was reading and raised a silver brow. "Zack was more than charming, Bia. He carried an energy. Puppy energy. Can this Keyes match that?"

"I don't know, Seph. Maybe you're just jealous someone else could pull off that SOLDIER charm."

"Hardly." His cyan, feline-like eyes brightened with amusement. "Zack had a unique spirit. Replicating it would be challenging."

She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper. "Admit it. You think Nathan's close."

"Perhaps." He gave her one of his rare, bemused smirks.

GLOMP!

Just realized that the guy I want to play my Zak Halstead!

Nathan Keyes

Could play Zak from final fantasy. Though he would have to shave.

Oh here’s another of him slightly younger.

OMG. He totally could. lol

[reilaishiteru]

hii i wanted to get back into writing short drabbles and stuff to distract myself from life and decided to create this blog

♠︎ won't be very active

♠︎ can't write smut, I'm just bad at it

♠︎ will have ooc and hc mixed with canon stuff because my own thoughts make me go feral

♠︎ will mostly write × reader stuff, mostly from character's pov

♠︎ will stay as gn!reader as possible, doing fem!reader occasionally

♠︎ will be a lot of self insert, especially with my favourite characters

would love to be moots!