|26 Moments of Zack and Lightning
Author: MaroonAngel of Darkness PM
They come from different worlds, with different reasons and opinions. Despite these differences, they mold well together, evening the other out in ways neither could imagine. might become M later, we'll seeRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Zack F. & Lightning - Chapters: 26 - Words: 24,473 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 04-29-13 - Published: 11-26-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8739694
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This fic is a small, side project I'm working on out of curious boredom, especially since I've read a few for the alphabet challenge and enjoyed them, and realized there hasn't been one for Zack and Lightning. So I'm doing one! Because of The Black Knight, is one of my main stories I'm working on, this might not be updated as quickly, but I'll try and keep up with my weekly to a month updates.
Though it isn't a for sure, people are welcome to suggest words if they want; doesn't mean I'll do them though, as a heads up. But, if they don't appear in this fic, I might still write a one-shot drabble for that word. Either way, completely up to you guys.
Aw: a sound emitted to express approval or protest
You had learned, maybe even always knew, that in a family, it was natural to emit an, "Aw," time and time again. And most of the time, they are very well deserved.
Like seeing your love dressed up for a date that she felt was worth to get dressed up for, and seeing her blush and shift uncomfortably under your gawking stare; even when you couldn't help it because she looked so beautiful, and that your heart was flying knowing that she was willing to be with you, despite her distant history, specifically with men.
And then there was the fact that tonight, she was only for you. Not her sister or look, but only for you that she would pour her heart and soul into.
And seeing this rare, flushed side just seemed to make the moment even warmer.
"You look beautiful," you gushed, not even bothering to stop the smile blooming on your face.
"Shut up," you hear her grumble as she turned away, her face darker than her hair. And you just can't help but laugh, pulling her close and lightly pressing you lips to her forehead, humming contently when you smelled the vanilla in her hair.
Then, there were moments coming home after a long day's work, tormenting PSICOM alongside Rygdea, meeting and shooting weak, pouting, yet playful glares at Cid Raines; you come home to see your wife passed out on the couch, a book slump in her hand, and your son snuggled up at your side with her arm wrapped loosely around him, holding him close. You find that you could only stare for what seemed like eternity, seeing again and again that precious moments like this were yours, and it seemed that all you could do at the moment was just stand in bliss as you stare at this sight.
Well, maybe for a couple of minute before you go get the camera and then get ready to send it to everyone you know; and hope that your wife doesn't find out too soon. Otherwise, you'll have to suffer another cold shoulder and Etro knows, you hate to be ignored; but the picture was too tempting to share that the risk was worth it.
And it helped that you knew your sister-in-law, pupil, and her mentor would appreciate it.
Another aw that he found himself relishing was the time when your wife comes home, wary from the never ending paper work and recruits that she has to work with, and seeing all her tiredness melt away as a content smile shined on her face, reaching out and down to her son that stumbled to her, still struggling to stay on his two feet. And after you give up on dinner, you slip down the hall towards her, waiting for your own turn while she nuzzles and kisses your son, making him giggling and squirm at the attention. And then, she comes up to you and placing a long awaiting kiss on your own lips, one that you can't help but eagerly meet.
It was moments like these that you can't help but love, though; there were a few that the word aw didn't fit with the moments like before. One moment like tonight.
"You're going down little man," you declare, "no one can take the might of Bahamut!" On the screen before you, a dragon like creature flies in, showing off impressive and cool animation of the dragon to encourage it's awesome power.
"Oh yeah!" came the sharp reply of your son, "I doubt he can handle the force of Fenrir!"
A wolf like creature appeared, another cool animation of him snarling to show his fierceness.
"Please," you stressed, rolling your eyes, "there's no way that little dog can—"
With your son's control, Fenrir jumps high, biting Bahamut's wings and throwing the dragon to the ground, with the wolf closely following. And before you could even have a chance to save him, Fenrir is biting your dragon repeatedly, and your dragon is stuck squirming as he takes heavy damage and you are left with your mouth hanging open in shock and your son peers up at you, smirking triumphantly. And for your helpless eyes to see, your dragon dies and Fenrir is declared the winner of your game, and you find yourself emitting a distressed, "Awwwuhhhhawww!"
"Uncle Cloud taught me a few tricks," your son went on.
You found that your best friend betrayed you, "Awwwwuhhhhhhhaawwwww…."
Then a sharp bang from the door revealed to you both that your wife stood in the door, a stern expression on her features as she glared at them. "Yes mom?" your son chimes while you are still overwhelmed by this sudden turn of events.
Your dragon got pawned by a wolf…
"I've been calling you two down for dinner five times now." She sharply pointed down the stairwell towards the dining area. "Get your butts down there this instant, your food is getting cold."
Despite the order, you both can't help but moan out:
"I just whooped dad's butt!"
"I gotta whoop his butt though!"
Your wife was anything but pleased, and you both tense as she narrows her eyes at you. "Either you got down there for dinner, or I'm putting this game away for the next week."
You both groaned, "Awwww." Dragging out the sound with your loss.
"Move it," she stressed, turning away and slipping down the stairs. Reluctantly and heavily, you both follow, grim that your play time was loss; though the smell of dinner was starting to make the world a bit brighter.
"I'll whip your butt later," you assure, smirking down at the kid.
He returned your smirk, eyes flashing at the challenge. "We'll see," he eased, "Uncle Angeal and Uncle Sephiroth also showed me a few tricks."
You pause in mid step at that, blinking as you made sense of what your son just said. And you groaned when you did. "What's with everyone going against me today?" you moan, slowly following after your family.
This chapter was inspired by the fact that there has yet to be a family fic for Zack and Lightning, and I think both would really be good parents. XD the strict mother and the cool, awesome dad.
The reason why Zack would glare at Cid Raines is because in the whole FF13 game, Cid seems like the most likely pair for Lightning, especially when we got such a huge reaction out of her when he betrayed them. I'd like to think they were close or knew each other in the military school. But because they really didn't reveal much on him, it's hard to say.
As for their son, I'll leave that to your imagination.