#final fantasy fluff

On the day of your 23rd year, your mother cheerfully announced your marriage to a neighboring kingdom. 

Cheerfully for her, pay you mind. The second the unwelcome words met your ears, it was as if the ground was going to crumble beneath your feet and swallow you whole. A large part of you was hoping for it to, just so you didn't have to go through with this whole ordeal. 

The only royalty that you had the displeasure of meeting in such a way had been Barnabas. It had been at your older brothers day of birth celebration, and his harsh words and lingering gaze had left a horrid taste in your mouth; One you weren't keen on tasting again. 

But, your mother is buzzing with excitement as she tells you the news, of how you're to be married to one of the Rosfield's, how he was chosen by the phoenix, how much of an honor it is, how wondrous it will be to unite your kingdoms. 

And so you smile, swallowing the dread creeping up your throat in a thick burning acid as you nod along to your mothers words. Your clasp your hands behind your back, posture stiff as a board as you squeeze them together to stop the shaking and fidgeting you're sure will be quickly noticed and corrected. Crescent shaped indents slowly work their way into the soft flesh of your palms, skin tinged with pain, angry at the sharp nails attempting to intrude. 

Her joy only mildly faltered when you asked 'how long' you had, as if the marriage was a death sentence, and not something to bring your kingdoms closer together for a strong, never-ending alliance. 

To you, it did feel akin to a death sentence of sorts. A death of the life you've grown to know, a death of the freedom to choose, the death of a future with real love and devotion. 

You were leaving the next day, too early in the morning for much thought on the matter. Everything seems like such a strange blur as you return to your bedchambers, mindlessly packing keepsakes you're not sure if you'll be allowed to display in a weeks time. 

The mattress is soft, dipping beneath you as you gently lower yourself onto the edge of your bed, hands splayed out against the familiar fabric of your duvet as you try to process in the healthiest way possible. Deep breaths don't seem to do much to quell your nerves, however. Instead, worse-case scenarios run on a loop through your brain in a rapid fire pace, all quick and fleeting and unhelpful, dancing and taunting and nagging until you can think of nothing else. 

Nightfall comes too fast, the moon never such an unwelcome sight as you sit out on the balcony, begging up at her to please give you an easy solution long past when you'd usually be sound asleep. You stay out there until you're shivering, skin cold to the touch and bed sheets sounding all too enticing. Still, you do not move, afraid this is your last free night, afraid that when you rest your head, morning will come all to quickly. 

The moon keeps you company all the while, stars twinkling back at you like they know better, silent and pale as you stare up at her in pain and wonder. That's where one of the maids finds you, curled up in the corner of the balcony to your room, sound asleep and bed unused, eyes puffy and dazed from a tearful night. 

You were able to force and fake a smile the whole trip over, listening to your mother boast in utter glee. Hours of how proud of you she is for being selected by the man's own parents, the thought twisting and churning in your stomach. He could not even chose himself. 

A loveless marriage indeed. 

The Rosalith Castle is large and imposing, all cream colored marble and intricate details, so much different than the dark woods and stones you had grown up around. The staff is eager and welcoming, ushering you and your mother into the large halls with bright smiles and flattery, your body and brain having no time to process as you're brought into the throne room. 

You can do this, can swallow the dread and the creeping acid, can smile and be diligent and pretend; It's what you were trained your entire life for. 

But, when The Duchess stands from her throne, strutting leisurely toward you with nothing short of a judgmental eye, your resolve cracks and waivers once again. 

Mayhaps you cannot, actually. 

You curtsy, giving the woman the winning smile that apparently got you chosen to spend eternity next to her son, but her eyes do not change. They rake over your frame, disapproving in every sense of the matter, humming softly to herself before she meets your eyes with one of the fakest smiles you've ever seen, nearly rivaling your own. 

"And, this, is the woman to whom my son will be married?" She keeps the smile on her face, hands folded in front of her as she analyzes you like a hungry serpent, ready to pounce and rid of you at a moments notice. "Apologies for Joshua's absence; He's spending the night in the infirmary with a cough."

"I am sorry to hear he is unwell." You place a hand over your heart, words as sincere as the gesture despite not knowing the man. You truly do not wish him any harm, nor do you want him to be sick or unwell. You just simply don't want to marry him. "I do hope that he feels better soon."

"Hm, yes." She nods, still practically scowling at you. Her eyes trail you up and down once more, moving away from you to greet your mother with far more respect than she had treated you, the obvious hatred she holds in her heart for you unwarranted and gut retching.  

You don't hear what she says to your mother, an apology for the archdukes absence, an important council he couldn't miss-The very same one your father is attending. Your thoughts are louder than their words, however. Too quick for you to quite catch, all horrendous and fear-fueled images of the woman's son who you're sure must be just like her. Suddenly, everything is far too real. Any hope you had of a kind hearted soul you could grow to be close to shattered in an instant, crumbling around you and slicing into your brain and heart in a lingering fear, muscles tensing like you're ready to run away at a moments notice. 

Your feet stay planted, however. Posture stiff and set like stone, overly polite and delicate, using every trick in the book just in hopes to make the woman smile, to make her look at you with something other than seething rage and disdain. All attempts fall short and unnoticed. 

The conversation seems to stretch on for miles, full of unnerving glances and snarky comments from Anabella hidden behind a practiced smile. You're only allowed blissful distance from the conversation for a short while, your mother unhelpfully turning the conversation back to you much sooner than you would've liked. 

"Is Joshua sick often? I'll have you know my daughter is actually quite the nurse." She brags, a hand on your shoulder like she's showing you off. And, she's right. Your mother and father had you attend countless lessons on medical aid, insisting you should know how to care for your people in every way possible. "I suppose you and Elwin picked the perfect bride for your son."

"Lets hope. It was Elwin's decision, after all..." Anabella trails off, never the more unimpressed while she grazes over you one last time, as if you can feel her picking apart your every flaw and imperfection. She stops to meet your eyes, smile shifting to something sharper as she speaks. "I'm sure you're very confidant in yourself."

The comment catches you by surprise, brows just barely twitching and mouth opening before you can stop yourself from speaking. "Not nearly as confidant as you, it seems." 

The room is still, not a breath to be heard in the large open space. Your hair seems to stand on end, more shocked at your own rather snappy words than hers. She freezes for the briefest of moments, the ghost of a scowl crossing her features before she returns to her tight-lipped smile, eyes narrowing as she lets out a low laugh devoid of any amusement. 

"Sharp girl." She eyes you before her gaze snaps back to your mother, nodding as if she isn't seething. "That's needed to run a kingdom."

It isn't long after your little slip-up that you and your mother are being escorted to your sleeping chambers for the night. Tomorrow, you meet Joshua. Then there's preparations, and you two will be wed in 7 moons. 

Your mother is quietly scolding you the whole way to your room, not only for your comment, but for being unable to make a good impression despite it being your very job in the moment. Her words drift in one ear and out through the other, your very bones starting to feel uncomfortable under your skin, restless and frightened like a wild animal being backed into a corner. 

She finally leaves your door with a huff when you say you need to get some rest, a half-hearted apology for the accidental comment you had let slip in the moment. You watch as she's lead down to her own room, waiting until she's out of sight to silently shut your own door, now trapped in a box with a countdown to your inevitable doom. 

Your hand stills on the door, smooth wood beneath tender skin, brain rushing through thoughts so quickly it feels like thinking nothing at all. 

It takes a moment before your body comes back to you, hand sliding away from the door as you whip around, legs moving before you know what you're doing or what your plan is. You only really realize what you're doing when you're hastily tugging on your boots and already in clothes suitable for what will surely be serval nights out in the wilderness before you arrive at another town. 

Are you really going to run away?

You stop, boots on your feet heavy and grounding as you assess your situation one last time. 

If Joshua is anything like his mother, you honestly don't want to spend the rest of your life here. In fear of being yourself, of carefully watching everything you say and do to an extreme you never thought possible. 

Sure, you'll have to change your name, travel far, probably change something about your appearance and fend for yourself in a way you've never had any real experience doing. But, it all sounds better than being trapped here in a palace full of anxieties and dread. A beautiful castle you'd be confined in, never again feeling free. A gilded cage of your own passiveness.

You glide silently across the marble floor, mind more than made up as you slip your cloak over your head and pull open the door. Hopefully, you'll have at least until sunrise before anyone notices you're gone. 

The castle is silent around you as you move quickly down the halls, never so thankful for the practice spent sneaking around your own home to steal treats from the kitchen late at night when you were meant to be long asleep. 

Finally, you see it. A balcony all too welcoming, leading to a garden in the back of the palace. You hurry over, barely contemplating as you look over the edge for the safest way down. 

With the swing of a leg, a steady grip, and a prayer to the gods, you make it up and over the ledge, hopping down into the soft grass below you on unsteady legs as you attempt to settle your racing heart. You barely give yourself a moment, eyes darting for the quickest way out without being seen. You can see the lights down the path toward the entrance to the garden, and you know all too well from experience there must be guards stationed not too far down the trail. 

Instead, your gaze settles in the opposite direction, beautiful flowered vines trailing up a stone wall making for what should be an easy getaway. You start for the wall, unaware of the new figure slinking out and into the garden for his own wallowing. He only catches sight of you when he hears you sigh softly up at the stone keeping out intruders, shifting to look at the mysterious cloaked figure finding percase before they begin to climb.

The man steps further out into the grass, watching in a mixture of curiosity and wonder at the figure breaking out of his castle garden. He's entirely unafraid, to be frank. The figure not only smaller than him, but clearly on a mission away, and with nothing in their hands to show for it. 

He reaches the bottom of the wall the same time you just about reach the top, a soft smile on his face as he calls up to the shadowy figure that so quickly caught his attention. 

"Whatever are you doing?"

A gasp falls from your lips as the man's voice catches you by surprise, foot slipping against stone as you lose your balance. He shoots forward needlessly, arms stretching out to catch you despite you having already steadied yourself on the wall. You spare a glance over your shoulder, looking at him with obvious frustration at the interruption. 

"I'm leaving, " You turn back to the wall, the smallest grunt leaving your lips as you hoist yourself up to sit at the top of the wall. "If you don't mind." It's clear you aren't asking, rather intriguing to the man standing below you as you shift with the intent to swing your legs over the wall. 

"And, why are you leaving?" His voice is soft, full of genuine curiosity as he looks up at you, a wonderful distraction from the stressors of arranged marriages he has no say in. "My Lady, I'm not so sure it's safe at this hour." There's a tinge of amusement gracing his tone, entirely unable to reason out why someone would be leaving the palace in such a manner.  

"Quite honestly, facing whatever horrors await me tonight feels far less intimidating than the new life awaiting me once dawn breaks." You sigh, legs dangling over the stone wall as you look down at the figure cast in shadow, unsure why you're still talking rather than running. "At least I'm choosing this."

"It seems you have quite the dilemma, My Lady." A perfect distraction indeed, a lady in seemingly even more distress than he is. Despite not knowing you, he's eager to hear more of your worries, hoping to ease them, to smooth them out and wash them away the same way he wishes he could for his own troubles. "Mayhaps it would be beneficial to voice your concerns? At least, before you go running off into the mouth of a morbol."

His comment makes you giggle, pausing as you shift your gaze to the large field behind you, a strange unknown life waiting on the other side of the wall. Maybe he has a good point, it may just be a good idea to talk out the plan, at least just so you have a better course of action to follow. And, frankly, you're almost desperate for a kind, understanding ear.  

But, you've never bore your burdens to anyone. And you're not only unsure if you know how, but if you should in the first place, especially when it feels so hard to pinpoint where exactly to start. And, what if he tells someone? Better not to have anyone know the details, right?

"Maybe if you come down off the wall, your brain can focus on thinking, rather than not falling." He smiles up at you, worry gracing his features even though you can barely see it in the pale moonlight. "At least to spare me the fright every time you wobble."

"Only if you promise not to tell a soul that we've spoken." Your voice is low, cautious despite the smile settled on your features at the man's strangely calming presence. 

"Cross my heart." The man beams, marking an 'X' dramatically over his chest before he reaches up to offer you his hand, lending you his help as you climb and hop down from the stone wall. 

His hands are warm, only leaving you when you're steady on the ground before him. You remove your hand from his to dust yourself off before slipping your hood from your head, wholly trusting the man when he says he won't tell a soul of your escape. 

He's taken aback the same way you are as you look up at him, your twinkling eyes catching and lingering on striking blue, soft and kind as he looks down at you with such admiration you fear you may grow weak. 

Strawberry blond frames his face in long layers, soft and blowing lightly in the breeze as the looks at you the same way you're looking at him. He thinks you may just be one of the most beautiful sights he's ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on, the thought twisting and sinking in his chest as he remembers his own woes, soon to be betrothed to a woman he's never met. 

"Your beauty is breathtaking," He breathes out the words before he can stop them, a warmth spreading from the tips of your ears to your cheeks at his kind flattery. "I feel akin to an insect drawn to the sun."

"Such words..." You avert your gaze, bashful and caught off guard by the rather handsome man's forwardness. "My lord, whatever are you doing out here at such an hour?"

"I do believe I asked what you were doing, first." He gives you a boyish grin, clearly amused by his own childish words as he waits in the dark moonlight for the rather beautiful woman's response. "But, if you must know, I was in search of a distraction."

"A distraction from what?" Your head cocks to one side, brows softly knitted together, and in too much of a hurry to take on a strangers worries instead of focusing upon your own. 

"How many questions must I answer, before you return the favor?" The kind smile on his face soften his rather sassy words, earning a soft giggle from you; The litted sound making his heart swell and soften as he admires you. 

You pause, sifting through the last few days as you decide where exactly to start. Or, if you should tell the truth at all. It only takes a moment to decide, the man in front of you exuding nothing but a kind calmness, such warmth it feels impossible to leave. 

A sigh escapes you, your hand reaching for your own arm in search of comfort as you hold yourself close. You avoid his gaze, opting instead for the soft green grass beneath your boots, the attention almost overwhelming as you think of the possibility of the future chosen for you. 

"Well, I'm meant to marry one of the Rosfield heirs." You sigh wistfully, thinking back to the life you had before everything seemingly changed in an instant, hardly catching the spark of surprise in the man's face. "I've never met the man, only his absolute wench of a mother."

Your words make him burst into a fit of laughter, the realization he was having interrupted by words he never truly thought he would hear aloud. You pause, words stopping all at once as the man before you tries to regain his composure, slowly easing into a soft fit of giggles yourself, his happiness entirely contagious. 

"Promise not to say a word?" He finally asks when he composes himself, watching with admiration as you nod up at him, giving him 100% of your attention, welcoming the distraction from your own woes. "I think I have to agree with you." He takes a moment to admire your smile before he continues, suddenly nervous under your gaze. "And, I have a confession, if you'll listen?"

"Anything, My Lord." Your voices stay low, leaning in a little further than either of you have to, just to keep the already private conversation even more hidden from unprying ears. You can't help but be drawn to the man before you, eager to hear any woes or worries, and even more eager to help in any way you can. 

"I think we may be in a similar predicament." He pushes through his nervousness, eyes sparkling in the low light nearly making you lose your focus, worsened when he takes your hands in his with all the gentleness in the realms. "My name is Joshua Rosfield," His words cause your blood to run cold, the only thing barely keeping you grounded being Joshua's thumb soothing over your skin in a repeated pattern. "I believe I'm the man you're meant to marry."

"Oh, founder." A mix of panic and doubt settles itself deep under your skin, buzzing and burning and mortifying as you glance back to the wall, hoping against all odds you may be able to flee from your own embarrassment. "I am so sorry--"

"No! Oh, please, do not apologize. What a pleasure it was, to meet you in this way." His smile is bright, warm hands never leaving yours in a kind attempt to reassure you. His eyes hold no animosity, glistening and joyous as he stares down at you. "If you'd still like help getting over the wall, I'm sure I could lend a hand."

His words soften your panic, shoulders relaxing as you look away from the wall and to the man before you. Truthfully, now that you have met him, seen just a sliver of his heart, staying here in this palace doesn't seem like too bad of an idea any longer. You smile, bashful as you avert your gaze down at the grass beneath your boots.

"Mayhaps I should stay." Your words cause his smile to grow, ever thankful the woman he's been deemed to marry is so kind, so understanding, so soft and so beautiful. Anticipation for the following sunrise grows more and more, for when you two are meant to officially meet.

"Then, shall I walk you back to your bedchambers?" Joshua looks almost nervous, offering you an arm to take in hopes to spend a couple more informal moments with the woman he's quickly become so captivated by. "Only if you'd allow."

"I would adore so, Joshua." Your own smile stretches as you take his arm, standing at his side as the two of you set a leisurely pace away from the garden wall, and back to the palace.

The warmth he emits is inviting, a comforting contrast to the chill of the night breeze. The feeling nearly makes you forget yourself for a moment, trying to conjure up a way to be closer to the man, just to steal a little more heat. Instead, you two share hushed conversation about how strange it will be to 'meet' each other once dawn arrives.

You learn little things along the way to your bedchambers. Joshua has a brother who he loves dearly, he can't wait for the two of you to meet. You learn how sweet he is, how he always thinks of others before himself, and he makes you smile so wide your cheeks hurt by the time you've finally reached your door.

He's smiling just as wide as you are, having been equally as nervous as you before the two of you had met. He couldn't be more grateful, thanking the founder and the stars above that he was matched with such a perfect life companion. He had learned your name, and about your family. He learned your favorite sweet, and promised to make them with you the next time you're able.

Joshua settles in your doorway as you step inside your room, turning to face him with a smile he thinks could easily rival the moon itself in beauty. He could stare at you for hours finding new details he loves more than the last, he thinks.

"Thank you, Joshua." You take a careful step toward him, placing a gentle hand on his jaw, leaning up just enough to place a soft kiss on his cheek. He looks utterly blissful, never so eager for sleep, just so he may wake up again the next morning and finally be in your presence again. "For walking me back, and for easing my nerves."

"Anytime, My lady." He nearly hesitates before walking away, keeping quiet as he sneaks his way back to the infirmary in a routine he's done for as long as he can remember. This time, though, he has a newfound excitement settled comfortably in his chest.

"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"

♫ NOW PLAYING: WE FIND LOVE BY DANIEL CEASER ♫

As I sat in my small apartment, feeling a bit lonely, my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw Tifa’s name on the screen. I took a deep breath and answered.

“Hey Tifa, what's up?”

Tifa’s voice was warm and cheerful as she responded, “Hey there! I was just wondering if you’re still up for hanging out tonight. I’m planning a little get-together at Seventh Heaven and I’d love it if you could join us.”

I couldn’t help but feel a warm smile spread across my face. “Of course! I’d love to come. It’s been a while since I've seen everyone.”

Tifa’s happiness was palpable through the phone. “Great! It’s going to be a fun night, I promise.”

Tifa ended the call abruptly, which surprised me a bit but I shook it off. I realized she was probably just busy trying to get everything ready.

As I put my phone down, I felt a pang of loneliness and guilt. I had been so focused on work and putting on my brave face that I hadn’t really taken the time to see my friends.

Sure, I’ve been in touch with them here and there, but it’s been a while since I’ve actually spent some quality time with any of them.

The thought of it made me realize how isolated I had become lately. The stress from all the missions and the constant need to keep my emotions in check had driven a wedge between me and those closest to me.

I sighed deeply, feeling both tired and guilty. Maybe this night out could help me reconnect with my friends again. It’s not like I wanted to be alone, but I didn’t want to burden them with my problems either.

The walk to Seventh Heaven felt longer than usual, but I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. I took a deep breath before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by the familiar, cozy atmosphere of the bar. Tifa was behind the counter, smiling warmly as she noticed me enter.

I looked around the bar and couldn’t help but notice how empty it was. Turning to Tifa, I asked, “Not so busy today?”

Tifa shook her head, her smile still shining bright. “I closed up early today for the little get-together.”

The thought of being the first to arrive made me feel a mix of anticipation and unease. Tifa walked up to me, her steps full of confidence.

“You’re the first one here,” she said, a warm smile on her face.

Tifa’s words made my heart pound a little faster. I forced a smile and tried to act nonchalant.

“Well, I do pride myself on being punctual,” I joked, trying to hide the mix of excitement and nervousness I was feeling.

Tifa let out a soft laugh and nodded in agreement. She knew me well enough to sense the unease beneath my casual front.

“Why don’t you grab a seat at the bar? I’ll pour you a drink. On the house,” Tifa suggested, gesturing towards the stools by the counter.

I nodded and made my way over to the bar, taking a seat. Tifa leaned on the counter, watching me with a knowing smile.

“You’re a little more tense than usual. Something on your mind?”

As I sat there, Tifa quietly listened to me talk about the various missions I've been going on lately.

I rambled on about how stressful it's been, the constant fighting leaving me exhausted and the close calls making me feel like I was standing on thin ice.

I confessed about how the long hours and constant travel left me feeling isolated from my friends, how the lack of communication had slowly driven a wedge between us.

I shook my head as I finished, a bitter laugh escaping me. “But the pay is good,” I said with a sigh. “It’s what keeps me going.”

Tifa looked at me with a mix of concern and understanding. She knew I was trying to downplay my struggles, to act like everything was just fine and dandy.

As soon as Tifa opened her mouth to say something, I quickly interjected, my smile soft but firm.

“Let’s move on from this conversation. We’re here to have fun, not to talk about my problems,” I said, trying to brush off the heaviness that had settled over us.

Tifa nodded in agreement, her smile soft and understanding. Just then, the bar door opened, and in walked Jessie, Wedge, and Biggs. Their loud conversation filled the air, the joyful energy bringing a smile to my face.

As they made their way over to the bar, I noticed Cloud strolling in behind them. Our eyes met briefly, and he gave me a small nod in greeting.

Jessie noticed me sitting at the bar, a smile instantly spreading across her face. She quickly broke away from the boys and ran over to me, enveloping me in a tight hug.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” she exclaimed, her excitement infectious.

I couldn’t help but return her hug, feeling my heart lift at the familiar warmth of her embrace. She released me, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“You have no idea how much we’ve missed you! These boys are so boring,” Jessie teased, gesturing towards Wedge and Biggs, who both feigned offense.

Wedge raised an eyebrow, acting wounded. “Hey now, we’re not that boring.”

Biggs chuckled, rolling his eyes at Jessie. “Speak for yourself. I’m a delight to be around.”

Jessie rolled her eyes at the two boys, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh please, you two are like watching paint dry.” I laughed, the tension from earlier forgotten as I joined in with their playful banter.

Jessie, energized as ever, jumped up and shouted, “A drink on me!” She then turned to Tifa behind the bar. “Your finest drink, please, Tifa.”

Tifa, used to Jessie’s exuberance, just chuckled and nodded, beginning to prepare the drinks.

The boys joined in the cheer, raising their spirits high. “Aye! Free drinks!” Wedge exclaimed, grinning widely.

Biggs nodded in agreement “Can’t say no to that!”

As everyone continued chatting and laughing, the bar door opened once again. A voice, familiar yet a little deeper, echoed through the room.

“Sorry we’re late.”

A chill went down my spine as I turned around, my heart skipping a beat. Standing in the doorway was a face I never thought I’d see again.

It was him.

His features were sharper, his expression more mature, but the unmistakable eyes were the same as the ones etched in my memory.

Zack.

It wasn’t just Zack that walked through the door. There was a girl wrapped around his arm, her head resting on his shoulder. She was beautiful, with flowing brunette hair and a warm smile. I felt my heart sink at the sight of them together.

I couldn’t help but question myself, my mind going a thousand miles a minute. How did I miss his return? Was he already here in Midgar for long? And most importantly, who was this woman by his side?

I tried to bury my feelings, keeping a brave face on. But deep down, I felt a strange mixture of shock and anguish. It was like seeing a piece of my past, a past I thought I’d moved on from, standing right in front of me, changed and different. It was a bitter-sweet reunion.

The mood shifted as the entire room erupted in excitement. “Zack! You’re back!” Wedge and Biggs shouted in unison, rushing over to greet him. Even Jessie couldn’t contain her joy.

“It’s been too long, man!” Wedge said, slapping Zack on the back. Biggs nodded in agreement. “About time you graced us with your presence again.”

Cloud, ever the cool and composed one, joined the reunion. He stepped forward and nodded at Zack. “Took a late mission?” he asked.

Zack smiled, patting Cloud on the shoulder. “Yeah. You know how it is. Shinra never lets us rest for too long,” he replied, his tone light but with a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.

As I watched from the sidelines, my mind wandered. Zack, a mercenary now? It made sense, given his desire for freedom he had broken free from Shinra’s clutches. It was ironic, really.

When we were together, Zack was under Shinra’s wing, shackled by their control. Zack had to follow certain rules and us being together couldn’t happen but we let it play out secretly.

Now, he was finally free, yet we were worlds apart, our lives diverging in ways I never could have imagined. And the thought of him finding someone else, of him moving on, stung deeply. He gets to love that girl publicly without worrying about following some stupid rules. As for me, I was a whole secret.

I couldn’t help but think, maybe if I hadn’t let him go, maybe things could’ve turned out differently. But at the same time it wasn’t my choice to let the relationship go.

The room was alive with the laughter and chatter of the group, and yet I felt oddly detached. Zack was there, with a new girl wrapped around his arm, and here I was, still thinking about what could’ve been.

Why was I so upset over him moving on? It’s not like I expected him to hold a torch for me years after breaking up. But the sight of them together, with her clinging to his arm, it just made all those old wounds resurface.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Tifa’s voice, “Hey, you okay?” she asked, concern in her eyes.

I blinked, realizing I had been zoning out for a while. “Yeah, fine,” I said, forcing a small smile. I didn’t want to burden her with my confusing emotions.

Tifa looked apologetic, her voice soft “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was going to be here. Aerith probably invited him along.”

Aerith. It matched her perfectly—soft, gentle, and beautiful, just like the girl it belonged to. “It’s fine, seriously,” I replied, trying to act nonchalant.

Tifa didn’t look convinced. She knew me too well, knew that this unexpected reunion with Zack was stirring up old emotions. But I wasn’t ready to talk about it, not here, not now. I just wanted to get through the night without anyone noticing the turmoil brewing under my surface.

I forced a polite smile and introduced myself, trying to keep my voice steady. “Oh, um, I’m Y/N.”

Aerith tilted her head, still curious. “Y/N? Nice to meet you! I’m guessing you haven’t been around here forawhile, huh?”

I nodded, trying to ignore the pang in my chest. “Yeah, I live around here, but I’ve been too busy to visit, sadly,” I replied with a vague shrug.

Tifa watched our exchange, her gaze flitting between me and Aerith. She knew my history with Zack, and she could sense the unease I was trying to hide.

Aerith seemed oblivious to the tension, her smile never wavering. “That’s a shame. We could always use more girls around here,” she teased, nudging me with her elbow.

I forced a laugh, playing along as best I could. “Yeah, could always use more girls around.”

As we spoke, Aerith caught Zack’s arm proudly, tugging him over. “This is my boyfriend, Zack,” she declared, her voice filled with affection. “Two years strong.”

Hearing the words felt like a knife twisting in my gut. Two years. Two years they’ve been together. Two years of happiness.

The room suddenly seemed too small, the air too thick with the weight of those words. I tried to keep my composure, tried to act like it didn’t affect me at all, but the truth was, I was struggling to breathe.

Two years. I couldn’t help but think, was it really that long ago since I last saw him? And he has been with her the whole time. Two whole years of building a relationship, while I’d been stuck in loneliness.

I shook myself out of my thoughts, forcing a smile as I turned to face Zack. “Nice to meet you, Zack.” My voice came out steady, despite the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling.

Zack’s gaze lingered on me for a moment, and I thought I saw a flash of recognition in his eyes.

The air between us felt charged, like we were both holding back words left unspoken. But before either of us could say anything, Aerith grabbed Zack’s arm, pulling him away with a cheerful “Let’s join the others.”

Zack shot me one last glance before allowing himself to be pulled away. My heart ached as I watched them walk away, his arm wrapped around her waist.

Tifa noticed my gaze linger and placed a hand on my shoulder comfortingly. “You okay?” she whispered.

“I need a shot. The strongest one you’ve got.” Tifa looked concerned but moved behind the bar, pouring a shot of the strongest liquor she had. As she handed it to me, her voice was soft, “Take a deep breath.”

I took the shot without hesitation, trying to banish the thoughts from my head. The strong liquid burned my throat, but it didn’t do anything to numb the ache in my heart.

I let out a deep breath, feeling the burn of the alcohol. It was a temporary distraction, one that didn't last long. As I sat there, my face buried in my hands, Tifa silently watched me, her concern evident in her expression.

Tifa watched me, her expression full of worry. “You should head home,” she said gently. “Being here won’t make anything better.”

I sighed, knowing she was right. I lifted my head, meeting her gaze. “You’re probably right,” I murmured. “Sorry for ruining the vibe.”

Tifa shook her head, waving off my apology. “Don’t worry about it. I understand.” She paused, her expression softening. “Seriously, go home and get some rest.”

I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for spoiling the night. “Yeah…I will.”

I rose from the stool, intending to leave, when Jessie stepped in front of me. “Leaving already? The fun’s just started,” Jessie protested.

I forced a smile, shaking my head. “Yeah, sorry, gotta cut it short. Early mission tomorrow,” I lied, hoping the excuse would keep the questions to a minimum.

Jessie tsk-ed, feigning disappointment. “Early mission, huh? You work too hard, you know that? You gotta find some time for fun.”

I smiled faintly at her words, appreciating her concern. “I know, I know. But you know how it is. A mercenary’s work is never done,” I replied, half joking.

Jessie sighed, knowing I had a point. “Alright, alright. Can't argue with that. But you better come back soon, okay? We miss you around here.”

I nodded, touched by her sincerity. “I will. I promise.” With a final wave, I made my way towards the door, the weight of the night’s unexpected reunion still hanging heavily on my shoulders.

As I pushed open the door and stepped outside, the cool night air hit me. I took a deep breath, trying to dispel the tension that had built up inside me.

I made my way home, feeling the exhaustion finally settling in. Once I entered my apartment, I sluggishly walked over to the couch and slumped onto it, letting out a deep sigh.

The silence in my apartment was deafening, almost claustrophobic. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memory of Zack and Aerith’s arrival. But their image was still burnt into my mind, mocking my attempts at peace.

Opening my eyes, I couldn’t help but look around. Every corner, every surface seemed to hold a memory of us. Our laughter echoed through the empty rooms, a ghost of our past happiness. The furniture, the decoration, even the goddamn paint had memories etched into it. I couldn’t escape it.

Everywhere I looked, I could see us. Zack’s jacket, thrown carelessly on the armchair, his boots, haphazardly kicked off nearby. I remembered how he’d waltz in and immediately make himself at home, like he owned the place. It was a habit I’d chastised him for countless times, but secretly loved.

The kitchen, with the worn-out chopping board, still marked with the remnants of countless meals we cooked together. The bathroom, where he’d insist on sharing the shower, despite my initial protests. And the bedroom, with its messy sheets and creaky bed that bore silent witness to our intimate moments.

Zack was always full of surprises, and one of his most consistent habits was finding ways to break the rules for me. No matter what day or time it was, he always managed to slip away from his duties at Shinra Headquarters and make his way to me.

The goodbye kisses we shared in the early mornings, just as the sun was starting to rise, were bittersweet. Those moments were filled with a mixture of joy and sadness, knowing that he had to rush back to the headquarters before anyone noticed his absence.

~

Zack smiled, reluctantly pulling himself away from me and out of the bed. “I gotta head back to headquarters before anyone finds out I’m gone,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and guilt.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, watching him hastily pull on his shirt. “You’re going to get in trouble one of these days, you know that?” I teased, still lying among the sheets.

Zack grinned, shrugging as he put his shirt on. “Eh, they’re all just a bunch of uptight assholes. I can handle ‘em.” He approached the bed, leaning down to give me a quick kiss on the forehead. “Don’t worry about me.”

I rolled my eyes and gave him a playful swat on the arm. “I always worry about you, you idiot.” My voice was stern, but there was no hiding the worry in my eyes. “If you get caught, you’ll be in for a world of trouble.”

Zack sighed, running his fingers through his messy hair. “I know, I know. But sometimes it’s worth the risk, y’know?” He leaned down, giving me a warm smile. “Besides, I’d do anything just to see you smile, even if it means risking my neck with Shinra.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, amused by his fearless attitude. Just then, Zack leaned down and gave me a tender kiss, his lips lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he murmured against my lips. The words were like a promise, one he made every time he had to leave. It was his way of reassuring me, of calming my worries and fears.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “You better be,” I replied, trying to conceal the worry in my voice. “Or I’ll be the one kicking your ass for a change.”

Zack laughed, a deep, infectious sound that made my heart flutter. “Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try,” he teased, pulling me into a tight embrace. “You’re all bark, no bite.”

I pushed him away playfully, a smile on my face as I said, “Get out of here before you get in trouble, SOLDIER.”

Zack chuckled, reluctantly pulling away from me. “Fine, fine. I’m going, I’m going.” He leaned down again and pecked me on the lips, his touch sending a tingle through my body. “See you soon, sweetheart. Be good while I’m gone.”

Zack grabbed his sword from the corner of the room, slinging it onto his back with practiced ease. He spared one last look at me, his expression filled with longing. “I’ll see you soon,” he repeated, his voice soft. Without waiting for a reply, he walked out of the room, shutting the apartment door behind him with a soft click.

~

The memories were bittersweet, a sharp pain in my chest as I relived the moments I’d shared with Zack. The early mornings, filled with stolen kisses and whispered promises. The playful banter, a familiar comfort that now felt distant and out of reach. The stolen moments of intimacy, so precious and scarce.

A single tear traced its way down my cheek, a testament to the ache in my heart. It was a raw, gut-wrenching feeling, one that left me feeling raw and vulnerable.

I clenched my fist, trying to hold back the wave of emotion that threatened to consume me. The memories were like a double-edged sword.

On one hand, they brought back the happiest moments of my life, the ones that seemed like they would last forever.

On the other hand, they served as a stark reminder of what I’d lost, of how everything I’d thought was mine had been ripped away.

My heart ached with every memory, a raw wound that refused to heal. The sound of his laughter echoed in my ears, a sweet, sweet sound that would never be heard again. The touch of his hand, the way he held me, the warmth of his body against mine—all things that I’d taken for granted, now lost forever.

Tears streamed down my face, each memory more painful than the last. It was a relentless, all-consuming pain, one that I couldn’t escape no matter how hard I tried.

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to find comfort in the memory of his touch, but it was like trying to hold onto smoke. I missed him so deeply, so fiercely that it felt like I was drowning.

I longed for the sound of his voice, the feel of his touch, the warmth of his smile. It was a longing that seemed hopeless, a lost hope that left a gaping hole in my chest.

It felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on me, rubbing salt into the open wound that was my broken heart. And no matter how much I tried to move on, no matter how much time passed, that pain never faded.

The sound of the knocking snapped me out of my thoughts, jolting me back to reality. I wiped away the tears from my cheeks, trying to compose myself. Who could be knocking at this hour?

The knock sounded again, more insistent this time. I stood up from the couch, my legs feeling shaky. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the door, preparing myself for whoever was on the other side

My hand trembled as I reached out to open the door, my heart racing with anticipation and maybe a little fear. I braced myself, as the door slowly opened...

“Hey…”

And there he was… Zack standing before me, rain dripping from his hair and his clothes soaked through.

His blue eyes stared directly into mine, a mix of emotions swirling in their depths. It was like time stood still for a moment, the world around us disappearing as we stood there, frozen in place. I could barely believe it…

I couldn’t speak, my words stuck in my throat as I looked at him. He was different—older, more mature, the boyish charm replaced with a hardened edge. But his eyes, those eyes... they still held the same warmth, the same intensity that made my heart beat a little faster.

Zack broke the silence first, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I come in?” he asked, his gaze never leaving mine.

I leaned against the door, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. The sight of him standing in the doorway, rain dripping from his hair, was like a flashback to a past life.

I finally found my voice, my words coming out in a soft, almost disbelieving whisper. “You still remember your way here.”

Zack nodded silently, his gaze still locked on me. There was a hint of pain in his expression, like an old wound that had never quite healed. “I never forgot,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words sent a shiver down my spine, stirring memories and feelings that I had long thought buried. I felt a lump form in my throat, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Why?” I whispered, the single word loaded with so much meaning.

He looked down, hesitating for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “I needed to see you,” he simply said, his voice low and rough. He took a step forward, his wet clothes dripping onto the floor.

I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his proximity making me feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. Every memory flooded back, the good and the bad. The way he had made me feel wanted, loved… and then abandoned.

I felt my heart skip a beat, my body responding to his proximity. I took a step back, trying to put some distance between us. “You shouldn’t be here,” I found myself saying, even though the words felt like a lie.

Zack took another step forward, closing the distance between us a little. As he got closer, his eyes never left mine. He whispered my name, his voice soft and familiar. “Y/N...”

But I stood my ground, resisting the urge to give in to his presence. I took a step back, keeping my voice cold and detached. “Where have you been?”

Zack opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, my voice cold and filled with pain. “It’s been five years, Zack.”

I couldn’t hold back the anger and pain that had been building up inside me for years. The words spilled out of me, a dam breaking. “You told me nothing would change. You promised. But then you just... disappeared. No warning, no explanation, nothing. Just gone.”

My voice shook with every word, each sentence like a punch to the gut. “Why?…Why did you just leave? Why couldn’t you just reach out?”

Zack stood there, taking in my words, the pain and hurt evident in my voice. He tried to reach out for me, but I pushed him back, my touch harsh and unforgiving.

“Don’t,” I said, my voice sharp and cold. “Don’t touch me. You lost that right a long time ago.”

He let his hand drop to his side, his eyes filled with regret and pain. I could see the struggle in his expression, the guilt eating away at him. But I didn’t care.

All I wanted was answers, an explanation for the hell he had put me through. “You broke my heart. You broke us,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion.

I felt my heart ache with every word, the unfairness of it all crashing down on me. “And it hurts even more knowing you’ve been with another girl for two years, while I’ve been waiting for you for five,” I spat out, my words like knives.

I felt my tears starting to form, my voice breaking as the pain and anger washed over me. “You didn’t even try to look for me once. You just moved on, like I never even existed.”

Zack shook his head fiercely, his voice barely above a whisper. “That’s not true. I’ve thought about you every damn day.”

Zack’s voice trembled as he struggled to find the right words. “I couldn’t bring myself to see you,” he repeated, his eyes fixed on the floor. “I thought it would be better if I just stayed away.”

I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “Better? How could leaving me behind for five years be better?”

Zack opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off before he could say anything. “You thought it was better to break things off because you didn’t have any time on your hands, and you had to constantly leave. But what about me? I could’ve waited. For you, I would have waited. I’d rather be with you when you had time than not have you at all,” I said, my voice tight with emotion.

Zack’s face crumpled, guilt evident in his expression. “You think I wanted things to end like this?” he asked, his voice rough with emotion. “You think I didn’t love you? That I just left because I didn’t care?”

I could only stare at him, my heart pounding. “Tell me something,” I said, my voice tight. “Did you even miss me? Even once?”

Zack’s eyes met mine, his face crumbling. “Every day,” he whispered brokenly. “Every single day I missed you.”

Zack’s voice was soft, a hint of pain in his words. “You were my last thought when Shinra was after me and Cloud,” he said quietly. “Every time I thought we were done for, you’d flash through my mind, like a lifeline I couldn’t quite hold onto.”

My heart ached at his confession, my anger and pain momentarily giving way to the familiar ache of missing him. I looked away, not wanting him to see the effect his words were having on me.

Zack exhaled slowly, his expression pained. “Ever since the day that I met you,” he repeated softly, “I knew you were the girl of my dreams. But we could never be.”

The words hit me like a punch in the gut, my heart clenching with sorrow. I swallowed back tears, refusing to let him see how deeply his words had affected me. “Why?” I whispered, not trusting myself to speak any louder. “Why couldn’t we be?”

Zack shook his head, his expression pained. “Don’t you see? It was never going to work. I was a SOLDIER. I couldn’t give you the life you deserved.” He took a step closer to me, the gap between us shrinking. “You deserved better than me, someone who was around, someone stable.”

I finally broke, letting the tears fall freely down my face. “I knew the consequences of you being a SOLDIER but it didn’t matter to me,” I said, my voice cracking. “How can you stand here and tell me I should’ve moved on with someone else when I only craved the way you loved me. I only wanted you to love me.”

Zack stepped closer to me, his eyes filled with pain. He reached out, his hand trembling as he tried to touch me. “You have no idea how much I wanted to come back to you,” he said softly, his voice rough with regret. “Every damn day felt like torture without you.”

Zack slowly reached out and cupped my face in his hands, his touch sending a jolt through me. “Y/N,” he whispered, his voice laced with longing.

Zack held my face gently, forcing me to look at him. “I’m sorry. For everything,” he said, his voice choked with emotion. “For how things ended. For disappearing. For losing contact. For the pain I caused. It eats me up, every single time I think about it. But I’m here now. I’m here with you.”

I shook my head, trying to hold back the tears. “No, you’re not,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You’re with her now.”

Zack caressed my cheek gently, his touch sending shockwaves through me. “No, I’m not,” he said firmly, shaking his head.

Zack took a deep breath, his hand still on my cheek. “I broke things off with her,” he said softly. “I realized she wasn’t who I wanted, and I couldn’t bring myself to continue leading her on.” He looked at me, his eyes filled with sincerity.

“You are what I truly want, Y/N.”

Zack rambled, his words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. “And I understand if you don’t believe me or can’t trust me again. But you are truly who I want to spend the rest of my life with—”

His words were cut off as I noticed a familiar look in his eyes, a habit he had whenever he was being honest. Without hesitation, I interrupted him, standing on my tiptoes and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

He responded instantly, his arms encircling me tightly, pulling me close. The kiss was like a homecoming, the feel of his lips against mine familiar and longed for. I felt all the pent up emotions rushing out, years of missing him washing over me in a tidal wave of feeling.

I clung to him, holding onto him tightly with a sense of desperation. It was as if I feared that if I let go, even for a moment, he would disappear like a ghost, slipping through my fingers forever.

The embrace was a lifeline, the connection between us an electric current that coursed through my veins. Every touch, every brush of his skin against mine sent shivers down my spine. The world around us faded away, replaced by the sound of our heartbeats synchronizing.

It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together once again, every cell in my body buzzing with a newfound energy. As he kissed me, my soul felt complete, finally whole.

Zack pulled away from the kiss just enough to whisper against my lips, his breath warm against my skin. “I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured, the words sending a shiver down my spine.

He looked down at me, his expression filled with such intense yearning that it took my breath away. He reached up tentatively, tenderly pushing a piece of hair out of my face, his touch gentle and filled with tenderness.

“You’re so beautiful. More beautiful than I remembered,” he murmured, his gaze roaming over my face, drinking in every inch of me.

Zack traced his fingertips lightly against the curves of my face, his touch featherlight. It was as if he was trying to memorize every contour, every detail, desperate to remember every last feature to memory. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, the intensity of his focus almost stifling.

his fingers traced the shape of my jaw, the contour of my chin, the curve of my lips. He paused there, his finger lingering against my lower lip. “Your lips are just as soft as I remember,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

“And your eyes,” he continued, his gaze fixed on mine. “I could get lost in those eyes for eternity and never grow tired of them.”

He traced my jawline and ran his fingers along my neck, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “Your skin, so soft and supple. I could touch you forever and still want more.”

His gaze wandered over me once more, taking in every detail. “Everything about you is just…perfect, no matter how many years passed.”

I felt the tears building up in my eyes, a mixture of joy and relief overwhelming me. Zack noticed, his expression softening as he gently wiped away the tears that were beginning to spill over. “Don’t cry,” he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to my soul.

I buried my face in his chest, wrapping my arms tightly around him. He encircled me with his own, holding me close as he rocked us side to side, a steady rhythm that felt like coming home.

I pulled away slightly, looking up at him with teary eyes. “You’re home,” I whispered, the words a tender plea.

He looked down at me, his expression softening even further, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “I’m home,” he murmured, his voice tinged with the same sweet satisfaction.

He leaned down and kissed me, the touch of his lips on mine a tender yet passionate claiming. In his arms, I knew he was finally where he belonged, the place that had always been reserved for him.

Zack was finally home.

❛ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒. ❜ ・ angst / fluff. ・ mlm / mlw / wlw. ・ erotica / not safe for work / smut. ⠀⠀・ dominant / submissive. ⠀⠀・ dubious consent. ⠀⠀・ somnophilia (as this is a personal trauma kink of mine).

❛ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒. ❜ ・ abuse. ・ ageplay. ・ illegal age gaps. ・ incest / stepcest. ・ scat / waterworks. ・ underage.

ⓘ this list is subjected to change over the course of time. if i ignore your request, there is a chance that it fell under the following list of prohibited themes.

Reno

a man who clearly is a big baby, acts tough but is a huge child that wouldn't pay attention if you asked him to sit down

he teases you for how clingy and affectionate you are but you keep him grounded cause you know he wanted more

please compliment this man nonchalantly and innocently! eventhough he knows you're putting on an act and clearly knows what you're doing, why did it suddenly get so hot for him and why is his heart racing?

he cursed you out everytime you do that and tbh don't care about it, stick your tongue out at him and doubt he won't chase you around

you're always buying little trinkets and things for him and he fully appreaciates it, i hc him to be a biggest simp with the most cliche act of acting unbothered and makes fun of you for it

but make sure to make fun of him when he starts going on his little rants in the shower about how cute you are and don't wet the towel when you throw it at him when he forgets to bring it in the bathroom and when you're shocking him

going home to reno just kicking back and relaxing with the tv on and the fan on blast when his shirt crumples on the floor.

because of summer, he's just fanning his shirtless self and questions how you can go out with energy to buy your stuff.

"i'm home!" you greeted where he greeted you back and you breathed in when the summer heat sinks in and you rushed in the kitchen for drinks, yelling from the kitchen if he wanted soda pop or coke.

you crawled onto his lap and place the freezing can on his cheek and he hisses at the cold sting and he does it back to you with your can and you played around a bit with the drinks.

after fighting with him a bit, you shift in his lap constantly made him groan cause he wanted to watch tv but your head was in the way so you flopped over and placed your head on his chest. he tries to ask what you've been up to and you told him that you bought him something.

"lemme guess,, flowers?" the quirk of his eyebrow didn't match his confused expression afterwards when you said yes and carefully pulled out a bunch of different flowers from your bag and walked over to him.

you told him the flowers reminded you of how pretty he was, second due to you being the first (imagine with sparkles around you when you place your hand under your chin) but he stilled, his eyes closing slightly to your compliment which he obviously turned pink to

"geez how cheesy can you get?" he huffed and you pinched his cheek and kissed his face all over and countinued on with your speech an explained how every flower matched his description, which how hot summer was for the both of you, the cheese defitenely was melting as reno pestered in every pause of breath from on how predictable you were.

this was a battle of trying to compliment him and him shutting it down by making fun of you, if he didn't enjoy your comments then why was he turning more pinker with every sentence you threw at him? defitenely not the summer heat.

Rude

when he starts noticing all the little notes you leave, he would cover half of his face to hide his blush

you would sneak in notes whenever you go by his office at lunch and slip them on his table when he's busy talking to you while filling out papers with his head down

you thought he wouldn't notice with how much they're piling up, well you did it on purpose since he didn't bring up about your notes

(poor him, he appreciates it but he's just too shy to admit how your flowery language about loving him was a little too suggestive!)

you would so hide it in sneaky places but he hasn't said anything after you have left two so you 'hid' it in hideous and obvious places

just like any normal day, it's time for you to place more sticky notes and maybe a small lunchbox for him to enjoy

he excused himself in the middle of your small talk with him because he had to go somewhere

you quickly left the lunchbox and notes on his table when the doors swung shut, directly on his papers cause you were done with the ignorance. feeling giddy about the whole thing, you skipped on out of the office.

a firm thumb on your forehead shocked you out of your state and you tried to yell at the person but a familiar sticky note was falling off your forehead as the poor excuse of the glue quickly exposed rude who was tapping the floor with his foot.

you opened your mouth, also shocked at the audacity that this man have for even wanting an explanation but he shuts you down with a finger to your lips and you tilted your head in confusion.

"a-ah um." he was flustered! you almost screamed at how adorable he looked right now, you picked up the note that you wrote and it was doodles of you and him and a lot of 'i love yous' and you cooed at his bright face.

"cmonn rude! you couldn't possibly be that sheepish to all my messages!" you held his face and his tough facade was falling apart and if he actually broke out of it, he would litterally shake with how you close the distance between him and you rubbed his face with your thumbs while staring at his tender eyes trying to look elsewhere to not break.

"beat it lovebirds, not infront of the office" reno karate chopped both your heads lightly and slipped a hand through the space of you and rude to push you two apart to walk into the office to do his bussiness and boy, were you two embarassed.

rude excused himself with a dry cough right after he gives a peck on your lips and you rocked yourself back and forth because his reaction was one to remember and you skipped on out there to.

"sooo what happened back there?" rude did not respond but he broke down, rubbing his face, you'll forever be the death of him, right next to reno (maybe)

bonus

you slide into the elevator right after rufus and tseng entered and hummed quietly to yourself, settling in the comfortable silence.

rufus whistled out of nowhere to get your attention (as well as tseng) and you swiftly turned your head back to him to pop a question to him but he commented before you could.