#fighterhcrt

      sʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀ sᴏʀᴅɪᴅ ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ;   it's hardly a surprise,   the dress tifa had sported to the sleaze that is don corneo hugged and accentuated every one of her objectively divine curves.  though zack himself had had some difficulty in tearing his eyes away from both girls   (  like displayed artwork,  such beauty naturally catches the eye  ),   the self-discipline his shinra training had instilled in him still serves him well.  now zack waits back at the bar for their return.  patience never was his strong suit           the dart board has been thoroughly pelted,  his anxious hands desperate to find something to do;  he's lost count of how many times his mind had wandered to wall market.  maybe he should go and see if they're okay..?.

a random ask from @fighterhcrt​ !!

there was a rosy hue dusting the apples of her cheeks as she approached him, ’ i just wanted to apologise for being a little absent… ’ business had gotten in the way of spending time with him & she felt the butterflies in her stomach the moment she saw his face. biting down on her lower lip as she timidly stepped closer, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering there for a moment. pulling away but keeping close, she tenderly grabbed his hand and tilting her head. ’ forgive me? ’

          he’s wiping the bartop down when tifa approaches him. her absence had been noted, but not held against her. obligations and the work she gets up to outside of 7th Heaven are her own, and squall doesn’t consider himself to have any right to say anything about it considering all she’s done for him in these past months. squall hangs the rag on the edge of the sink before facing her and shaking his head, as if to say ‘it’s fine’. 

          it would be poetic to say that it all happened so quickly that squall was barely aware of the kiss until their lips met, but that would be untrue. from the moment tifa began to lean up to the moment she pulled away, squall was acutely aware of every second that passed. it feels strange to be kissing her. to be at peace. to not, for this moment, be worried about anything. it feels undeserved in a strange way. like he shouldn’t have been allowed to find this magical pocket of the universe away from ultimecia’s touch.

@fighterhcrt​ sent in: [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support | vincent & tifa

it is in the midst of a small storm that he finds her, shaking and trembling, fists clenched tight at her sides and pressed deep to her thighs. dark locks dance and twist in cool, snowy winds. her head appears to be bowed over, gaze perhaps cast upon the ground beneath her. at first, vincent did not want to approach. not out of fear, but rather, of understanding. he knows what it feels like to lose a loved one. as if some part of yourself has been ripped away, claws sunken deep into soft flesh, tearing through bone until there is nothing left. and soon the days will feel somber, listless, as if watching a never-ending streak across the plane of the heavens. clouds that refuse to part, scattered across like a shattered soul.

perhaps this is how tifa must feel now. he must admit, he was not as close as he would have liked to aerith. but he knew of her light. and of her beauty and love. and what had made her so very human, down to her very last breath. in all that she was, vincent had genuinely admired her. and though this is just a guess, he supposes that tifa must have truly loved her.

not a word is spoken as he approaches slowly, boots crunching in freshly fallen snow, certainly alerting tifa of his presence. he walks until he is in front of her, gaze cast down upon her, staring at the very top of her head as she continues to shake. her trembling reminds him of a small leaf desperately holding onto its branch, until the harsh winds rip it away, never to be seen again. a gloved hand comes round to unclip his cloak and remove it from his body. snowy winds tug and pull at the cloak as he gently wraps it around her. he makes sure to close the clip as well, to ensure that it stays on. soon, tifa is bathed in deep warm. but a sort of red that reminds him of heat, of flames bursting from a roaring campfire. full of life and intensity, a passion unmatched.

that is the tifa that he knows. the tifa that will come back, whenever she is ready. for now, he will support her as best as he can.

eyes flutter as he feels warmth press against his chest. arms come around his torso, pressing tight. he can not hear her sobbing through the howling wind, but he can certainly feel it. how her shoulders tremble, shaking under the weight of loss. for a moment, he hesitates. but he knows that his silence is not a form of comfort. silence can mean nothing to those who do not know of it. so he reaches round her as well, allowing tifa to rest against him.

@fighterhcrt​ sent: ❝ there was a rosy hue dusting the apples of her cheeks as she handed lightning a small bouquet of flowers courtesy of aerith. biting down on her lip, she leaned forward & pressed a timid kiss against the soldiers cheek. ' h-happy birthday. ' ❞ 

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  FINGERTIPS CURLED AROUND THE STEMS OF THE OFFERED ASSORTMENT, brows momentarily furrowed in her confusion. No one had the courage to bestow her with gifts ( save her sister, who made a point to put thought into whatever she presented Light with on the day of her birth, much to the elder Farron’s protests ), and fewer still thought to wish her well on her birthday -- partially because she hardly advertised the day, mostly because of how prickly she was prone to being. Flowers seemed so frivolous ( beautiful, yes, but born only to wilt and die ) ... and yet, a gift she may have dismissed delivered by the hands of another, she found discretely pulling to her chest when given by the fighter.

THANK U SO MUCH DARLING !!!!!!!!! I LOVE U TOO