#fairhart

I would soooooooo ship Zifa if they met!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zack Fair/Tifa Lockhart Characters: Zack Fair, Tifa Lockhart Additional Tags: Breakfast in Bed, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Vaginal Sex Summary:

Zack decides to wake Tifa up with some pancakes, and gets a treat of his own for breakfast.

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Thunderous noises draw your attention away from the computer, the abruptness of it startling you, nearly out of your chair. The light in your room seems dimmer than it was only moments ago, which strikes you as odd, since it was still around midday. Checking the clock on your computer confirms this, furthering your curiosity. After grabbing a few deemed essential items, you leave your living quarters (be it a house, apartment, etc.).

Upon exiting, you see a thin canopy of trees rise high above you, making it obvious as to why it seemed dark within the house. Now outside, you can hear the loud sounds coming from all directions. It takes you a moment to recognize the sound of rushing water mingled with many other obscure noises. Even the rustling of the tree leaves seemed a bit loud, like there were millions of them, all shaking at once.

With your curiosity brimming, you wander further from your living quarters, the grass underfoot crunching softly, echoing.

Wait. Echoing grass? That doesn't make a single bit of sense!

Listening intently, trying to hear past the other noises, you swear you can hear it echoing. But how is that possible? You stare at your feet, a befuddled feeling causing you to crease your brow.

Right as you start to reason with yourself, you step forward only to find no ground to meet your feet. The sensation of falling forward instantly brings causes your arms to fly up, in hope to somehow gain balance back. Luckily, you snag a tree branch, closing your fingers around it in a desperate attempt not to fall. With your feet handing, you look at your plant savior, seeing it grasp to the cliff's edge with its roots, stable.

Assured that your grip is firm, you slowly shimmy backwards on the branch, inching towards the tree's trunk. Without much choice, your eyes stray from your target, looking down to see... a field with a river? Despite your confusion, you instantly regret the action, as the land below is obviously far down. Once your gaze ventures back up, you catch sight of the rumbling noise, a waterfall.

Feeling the trunk once close enough, you hugged to it, twisting around it onto solid ground again. After praising the ground, mentioning how you never wanted your feet to leave it again, you slowly creep forward on your hands and knees, peaking over the edge. You can see the waterfall again, which falls down into the meadow, feeding the river. After following the path of the river for a moment, you see the land there drop off again, creating another waterfall, which you can hear as clear as the one beside you.

Looking straight outwards, you realize the sky is dotted with floating mounds of land, each with one or more waterfalls spilling off, usually onto another hovering bit of earth.

"What the hell?!" you finally yell, confused and frustrated. Your voice carried on, slowly fading, though you swear you can still hear a whisper of it minutes later.