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zack really enjoyed the embrace, the feelings of her skin, her breath against neck, even her scent was still like he remembered. in hindsight, she didn't seem to have changed all that much but, she did grow up... quite a bit. she looked like a beautiful mature woman now, but zack didn't feel like he changed all that much in comparison. perhaps he was stronger but that was hardly something noteworthy when aerith had become so beautiful, so utterly divine. maybe it was due to the cetra genes inside of her, maybe not. he couldn't know and it also didn't really matter.

what mattered however was their destination as they were now together. wherever this actually was, but he could easily presume that this was all because of sephiroth. how the man still existed was beyond him though. for all he knew, cloud smashed the man right into the mako before the soldier also fell unconscious, much like cloud. had tifa been taken away? he couldn't know, dragging cloud home was already one of the hardest missions he had ever put his mind to.

he gently squeezed her hands back when they parted, mako infused eyes staring back at hers. "you saw me fight the troops? and you saw me die? i don't... remember dying. i know that it seemed hopeless though and some sort of force pushed them down before i slaughtered them. had to drag cloud home just to find you both unconscious."

zack sighed softly. this was utterly complicated and made zero sense. "then... what are you currently up to? where is everyone?"

Aerith can't help but smile gently at Zack's contact. She missed this so much, missed him so much. Even after all these years, it's like her body still fits so well in his arms like this. She doesn't want to let go; she's almost scared he would disappear if she does. But it's stilly, of course. They both have returned to the Planet, or maybe they haven't, but they were brought to this place for a reason.

She holds him tight, making sure the moment can last, and once he starts telling his story, she lets go of him, but keeps his two hands within hers. She just couldn't really part from him. No, she wants him around and for good. She has always wanted him around, after all. She missed him so damn much while they were apart. She was scared he had left her for good. But it wasn't his choice. At first she thought it was his decision, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt that Shinra had something to do with his disappearance. And of course she was right.

Without saying a word, without interrupting him, she listens to each of Zack's words. And soon, sadness crosses her features. So... he was trapped. She's not surprised. Hojo is always behind the world's biggest trouble. After all... Sephiroth would probably not be this way if it wasn't because of what Hojo did to him.

"I'm sorry all of this happened. You know... I felt you die. When you were on your way back to Midgar." She gently squeezes Zack's fingers within hers. "But then with Cloud, Tifa and the others, we defeated these Whispers of Fate, and... I don't know exactly what happened. But I saw you ready to fight these Shinra troopers, right before we fought them." It's so confusing. It seems that other timelines exist.

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my new blog is finished... but my queue is still full (on this one), so all new drafts will be saved over on the new one. for those that already want to follow: @mamoritxi (still a work in progress overall). blog will also run on queue and feature all my muses. to hell with sideblogs (sorry but its too much effort). fandoms/media can be blacklisted by you, i have prepared tags. i will not fill your dash more than now. and that's that for now.

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zack chuckled a little when saw such a promising sight. how much he wished this man was with him right now, but he wouldn't be able to concentrate. he was all too hungry for biggs, always had been. it was not like they didn't do it often, no, certainly not in the last weeks, but generally he couldn't say that they didn't enjoy each other's presence intimately very often, but he hunger could never be sated. maybe it was because the time they spent in the beginning was rather sweet and filled with fear as well as anticipation, but... zack just loved him too much to not want to be near him at least.

"you're looking handsome today, sir." the pupper of a male chuckled before turning to lie on his bed as well, pants pushed down to wrap a hand eagerly around his dick. "me neither, actually, but... we can just take our time and... tell the other what we would like to do to each other? i can see well, don't worry." zack was usually the straightforward and experienced one, but he wasn't a fuckboy. he never really did all that many sexual things with other people, he had only been with 2 males prior to biggs and those weren't more than a flirt or a single one night stand which honestly wasn't all that great, but zack had been too curious...

now he knew that a genuine connection made everything feel so much better. "i missed you."

Eager as Biggs felt to already start stripping down, he made himself wait. Sure, he had a feeling Zack would promise, and would stick to that promise, he didn't want to jump too far ahead. Even so, he needed something to do so he wouldn't go stir-crazy in the short wait for Zack's reply. Biggs paced slowly around his room to find a few support options for his phone.

As soon as his phone buzzed with that first message, he stopped right where he stood to read.

[txt]: i know you will [txt]: alright, gimme a sec to get set up

Biggs secured his phone first, then stripped off his clothes before settling down in front of his phone on the bed. Already, his pulse was thrumming in the backs of his ears and a flush of anticipation colored his cheeks. He leaned over to start the video call - and as soon as Zack answered, he managed a nervous yet excited smile.

"Hey there." A sheepish chuckle. "Sorry, haven't really done this before. Let's see..." After a bit of adjustment, he sat back against the pillows and headboard. "That good? Can you see everything okay?"

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brown-eyed zack fair (recolor by me)

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my new blog is finished... but my queue is still full (on this one), so all new drafts will be saved over on the new one. for those that already want to follow: @mamoritxi (still a work in progress overall). blog will also run on queue and feature all my muses. to hell with sideblogs (sorry but its too much effort). fandoms/media can be blacklisted by you, i have prepared tags. i will not fill your dash more than now. and that's that for now.

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zifa gifs / mod credit: (x)

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Zack and Aerith from Final Fantasy VII Ever Crisis

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me wants Zack ever crisis first anni slut outfit too.

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"why thank you. stare all you want." it was mostly soldier enhanced, but he trained to become this night and day. more in the beginning of his career, but constant battles and especially battling the army right before midgar was quite enough to keep the lad in tip top shape. not like biggs wasn't utterly gorgeous with those bright hypnotizing hazel eyes and such a beautifully sculptured body. he was well trained, maybe even beyond well and his cock was so nice, too. truly. zack couldn't help licking his lips. he swore, sometimes the mako did weird things to him, but there was no denying how much he wanted biggs.

a small moan escaped his lips, feeling the other's hand on his chest, the grind of his hips almost too much for him to take. "god, i need you to fuck me." green colored eyes looked down at biggs, where their bodies met in a beautiful little dance, where he could feel biggs' arousal ever so lovingly nudging against his own. the friction causing him to hiss softly. "you should definitely have me and know it is real."

hands reached over to grab the man's cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss as he ground his hips upwards, searching for that sweet friction again. he needed so much more. "will you have me? preferably i'd have you right afterwards..."

Fortunately, once Biggs knew where the fastenings for the other's armor were, it didn't take long to remove each piece. Sliding his palms up Zack's bared arms, he then trailed them down the man's sides while the latter sat up to lean in close. Fingers teased along the bottom hem of that tight turtleneck, in part so he wouldn't fidget in other ways at Zack's casual endearment. It helped that he had the man's lips to distract him too.

Biggs arched subtly into the touch traveling down his front. He only broke from the kiss when Zack's hand reached his clothed arousal again, letting out a shuddered, vocal-tinged breath as he rolled his hips to chase a little extra friction. Meeting that ocean-blue gaze with half-lidded hazel the entire time, Biggs helped where he could in shedding his clothes. No sooner had he kicked off his pants onto the floor than Zack's hand dove in to take hold of his length. A clipped, huffed moan leapt from his throat, before Biggs bit his lower lip, dark lashes fluttering.

He kept his eyes open though, long enough to focus when Zack called his name so softly. Nudging into that cradle of his cheek, and letting go of his lip as he leaned in to return another kiss, Biggs had one palm braced on the mattress while his other slid up beneath Zack's shirt. Here too, he helped in stripping off any clothes remaining between them - especially since he could let his own touch wander in the meantime. Damn, it was almost unfair how good Zack looked.

Biggs sat up, with his roaming hand now splayed on one side of the man's chest, and rolled his hips again in a slow grind to entice both of them. Despite the show of confidence, he still blushed and flashed another flustered smile at Zack's compliment. "Took the words right outta my mouth. Just when I thought you couldn't get any more gorgeous, here you are." Biggs' other hand lifted from the bed, skimming fingertips along Zack's jawline before continuing further down; it then paused, for a bit of light teasing to one nipple. Another languid roll of his hips in the meantime, to both encourage those strokes along his cock and press firmer against Zack's arousal in turn. "Half-tempted to pinch myself, make sure I'm not dreaming."

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"I wish could spend more time with you"~💕

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zack tank top mod (x)

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biggs cocked his head to the side, eyebrows raised to question her gesture. was she trying to hide her red cheeks behind her hands? it was kind of adorable really, but it wasn't like the man was left unimpressed. the kiss was enough to make the tips of his ears glow as he looked her up and down hungrily, unashamed of his needs since he had told her and she was still very much seated on his lap. he didn't think tifa would feel something akin to attraction for him when she had remained so closed off. jessie often complained that her heart wasn't in it, that she wasn't supporting avalanche enough, that she wasn't ready to sink the town in order to save the planet but even biggs wasn't this ready. sacrifices had to be made, but he didn't want for them to become so grave he couldn't sleep at night.

he could understand tifa all too well, perhaps that was why he felt so drawn to her, but also because she remained a mystery to him throughout all the times they spent together. he didn't even know where she lived prior to moving to midgar, while people had already spilled about biggs having been a teacher at the orphanage over in sector 5. having seen these kids remain all alone, he wasn't sure how much he was willing to sacrifice in order to destroy midgar.

but that wasn't the issue right now.

the kiss was certainly surprising, since tifa initiating contact was something of rarity. she looked like a goddess, yet she was timid and shy, obviously not awfully experienced and biggs thought that was actually awfully attractive about her. hands reached forward, grabbing her sides and pulling her closer, sealing their lips once more when his hands began to wander, over her back, down to her butt and back up her back, sliding over her shoulders and more than boldly squeezing her breasts through her clothes. "upstairs?" he asked quietly, breathing heavily against her lips.

"or are we feeling a little naughty today?" hands moved down again, squeezing her thighs this time around as lips busied themselves, latching onto her chin, pressing butterfly kisses down her neck before gently sucking on a patch of skin near her collar bones. "i want to feel and see all of you, tifa. now."

His words of confirmation allowed a breath of relief. No matter their bond, the dangers that AVALANCHE created caused an edge - a risk - whenever they left each other. Something in her chest thumped when he spoke, their relationship had grown over the years. He had become her rock, someone dependable even in the hardest of times. Someone like that was something special she wasn't sure she deserved, but the though quickly left when his hand cupped her cheek.

The touch was so soft, gentle. It was a way she hadn't often pictured the man; rough and tough with AVALANCHE, knowledgeable in ways she would've never guessed. But that was what made him good at what he did. Ruby hues drowsily closed as she leaned into his palm until their lips met. Her eyes widened, her heart wanting to escape her chest - but she wasn't sure if it was going to be through her rib cage or her throat with how fast it beat. Her muscles tensed at his words, the idea of the things he wanted to do to her. She couldn't lie that the feeling was mutual.

When he leaned back, Tifa wasn't sure if she was breathing, her cheeks flushed a bright pink. She lifted hands to her cheeks as if to hide the blush with no avail. Speechless was what he left her. In her attempt to form a sentence, a pathetic sound escaped her. It was almost a whimper but she shook her head as she watched the removal of his shirt. She wanted to take the ice bag she gave him and place it to her own face; if only it would stop the adrenaline in her blood. "Biggs..." His name was a grace on her lips. Merely saying it caused her mind to race with all the things he mentioned, the things she itched for.

Tifa would be a liar, and a horrible one at that if she said she'd never thought of it all. Him, her, entangled in ways she'd never mention to others. What did she need him for? How was she supposed to answer that? She was never one to be forward, usually so careful with her words. Though with him, she was able to speak freely, able to say the things she wanted.

Leaning forward, she pushed her lips into his again before retracting. Her face overly warm, she fanned herself with her hand. If they were to leave for a mission tomorrow and not succeed, she might as well say how she felt. "I need you near me. I need you with me," she started, the words spilling from her. "I need to feel you against me, your hands on me. I need to feel every part of you."

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08.11.24

Happy Birthday. Cloud! 🎈

(late but 😭)

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MOODBOARD & AESTHETIC GAME !

send a symbol and/or the description of one if you can't see it for the receiver to make a moodboard/aesthetic for:

👕 POLO SHIRT — my muse's appearance/fashion preferences 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — my muse's personality ✨ SPARKLES — my muse's star sign 🎸 GUITAR — my muse's hobbies/interests 🔴 RED CIRCLE — my muse's favorite/signature color(s) ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — my muse's favorite food(s)/drink(s) ☀️ SUN — my muse's favorite weather/season 🏠 HOUSE — my muse's family/hometown ☁️ CLOUD — my muse's past 🧡 ORANGE HEART — our muses' friendship 💚 GREEN HEART — our muses' familial relationship 💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — our muses' romantic relationship 🐰 RABBIT FACE — my muse's pet(s)/favorite animal(s) ✈️ AIRPLANE — my muse's favorite travel destination(s) ⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — a past experience of my muse's ❓ RED QUESTION MARK — a theme of the sender's choice