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Zack Fair and Lightning Farron are two characters from Final Fantasy VII and Final Fantasy XIII, respectively. Considering Final Fantasy creates crack pairings galore, this seems to be the least cracky, at least in our eyes! Feel free to submit anything – drabbles, gifs, edits, whatever you’ve got that’s ZackLight related!

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zacklight · 10 years

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Jump

They stood at a crossroads, as they always had so many other times—the literal kind, the hypothetical. Her gloves creaked as the leather twisted in her fists, back tight and eyes narrowed. She appeared full of fight. He looked defeated and desperate.

“I’m trying to figure this out.”

Except it was the other way around.

“Claire…”

“Don’t call me that.” The bite in her voice was obvious, her glare full on.

He lifted his hands beside his head, taking a step back to show he was backing off. “You don’t want to do this. Leaving isn’t going to fix anything, Light! I know…”

She stepped forward, arm thrashing across the air. “I don’t want your help!”

That shut him up.

Her eyes were bright and seething, teeth clenched, her breathing hard. He watched her, his arms lowering to his sides. They were opposites yet again, and the elephant in the room was too glaringly large between them, too solid, too much. It was always too much.

“Ya know, I can’t become a hero if I can’t help my friends.” He smiled a bit offhandedly.

She blinked. “Only idiots want to be heroes.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” He shrugged. “Seems like that’s what you’re trying to do, though.”

“Tch.” She turned her eyes from him, fingers coiling together once again. “It’s not like that.”

“What would you call it then?” he asked lightly. It wasn’t like him to make low blows like this, but Lightning was exactly as her name sounded—wild, fierce, unyielding. Zack learned a long time ago you couldn’t tame her with kindness, you had to bring your own strength into the game or you would always lose. To fight fire, you had to bring fire. “Running away?”

She glared. “Shut up. You don’t understand.”

“Don’t know what else it could be.”

“Dammit Zack, I can’t do this!” she tore her eyes from the dirt to his face; his own widened at her expression. “How the hell am I supposed to figure this out when you’re always clouding my head?”

Lightning lifted a hand to her head, cupping her right eye as her teeth grit, and she backed up slowly to the edge of the cliff. Zack instinctively pounced forward.

“Light—“

“Stop!” she pulled her hand down and took another step back.

He did as she asked, but the original fight and left him. It was always like this with them—always those moments when they were so close and yet so far, when Zack knew if he could just figure out what it was that made her tick he could be everything she never realized she needed. When he knew she could feel the same things he was if she would just let herself go.

“Don’t do this.” He could hear the begging in his tone. “You’ll die-“

She sighed, eyes closing. “I have to be with you.”

He blinked. “Huh?”

“To live, I have to be with you.” Her head popped up again. “Being a l’Cie is something that can’t be fixed. It can’t be stopped. But I can end it.”

Lightning turned, taking full steps toward the cliff.

“Claire!” Zack could feel his boots tearing the ground as he ran, arm outstretched.

She turned with one last glance as her body filled with a glow he knew well enough. She was going to jump. Oh hell, she was going to jump—

His hands caught nothing but air as he fell forward. She was already gone.

#fairron #zacklight #FUCKING HELL AUGH #submission

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zacklight · 11 years

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this is the second Fairron request I’ve gotten in awhile wow

OTHER REQUESTER, IF YOU ARE READING THIS I WILL GET TO YOURS this one just came out in a barrage of feels :x

#fanfiction #rainbowserenity

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zacklight · 12 years

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“You got this. I know you do.” He hands Lightning her knife and places a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I believe in you Light.”

#and now we need a matching fic B3 #final fantasy vii #final fantasy xiii #lightning farron #zack fair #zacklight

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zacklight · 12 years

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Title: Despicable

Characters/pairings: Zack/Lightning, Fairron

Genre: romance, angst, fairron sex

Rating: M? T? I dunno.

Notes: Remember that oneshot I promised eons ago but never got time to put up? HERE YA GO. Shitty writing below the cut. I wrote this off the top of my head so read at your own risk. And no I don’t hate Cissnei. She just really annoys me.

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh #final fantasy vii #final fantasy xiii #lightning farron #zack fair #fanfiction #zacklight #fairron

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zacklight · 12 years

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Sorry for the lack of updates, guys! Been busy with school and other things. Here’s some super quick fan-art! Joy

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh #final fantasy vii #final fantasy xiii #zack fair #lightning farron #fairron #zacklight #fanart

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zacklight · 12 years

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Thought I’d colour in this oldie. Sorry for the lack of new fan-art, guys! - Joy

#dkzsjfhksjdfhlkasjdf;lkasjdf;l #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh #final fantasy vii #final fantasy xiii #zack fair #lightning farron #fairron #zacklight #fanart

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zacklight · 12 years

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You know you love me and my Zacklight sponaniety posts :D

I DO

NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY BREAK MY HEART

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zacklight · 12 years

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Fight Like Hell

Zack tread lightly, biting his lip to ignore the forceful banging of his heart against his ribcage, as if it were locked inside and fighting desperately to escape along with all of his emotions. A patch of pink hair on the wall—ba-bump—and a chunk of what he could only assume was a red scarf soaked in more blood—ba-bump ba-B UMP— evidence of weapons and magic along the floor, ceiling and walls.

Ba-BUMP, BA-BUMP- bumpbumpbumpbump.

The noise had infiltrated his head, his vision blurring with flashes of white light. It wasn’t like him to be scared; Zack didn’t see much to be afraid of, at least when it came to himself. But this wasn’t about himself—and he was pretty sure those fingers on the floor belonged to a woman. The bile in his throat pushed its way upward and the force of it stung his eyes, until liquid poured from both his mouth and from beneath his eyelids.

He knew he didn’t want to see what was at the end of the corridor. She had been over her head, and stubborn as hell, and he should have tried to stop her when he had the chance. He had the chance, didn’t he? The only person in the entire world who was more self sacrificing when it came to the people they loved than him was her. And this time, the stakes involved him.

In denial, Zack hadn’t realized that it was him she had been talking about all along when she said she had to go. The idea hadn’t occurred to him until she didn’t turn up at the rendezvous point. It hadn’t made sense, shouldn’t make sense. And he shouldn’t have cared as much as he did. Losing a comrade was one thing, but something made the idea of losing her worse. Something completely different, on its own level of grief; it was his sheer willpower that allowed him to drag his tattered body along the walls to what he knew he didn’t want to see.

But it was her, and she deserved to be found.

He stumbled over what he refused to believe to be an arm. What hell had she been doing here, on her own? Genesis knew he hadn’t been enough on his own to defeat them. But Sephiroth… he was more than enough for ten people.

The hall ended, and Zack found her gunblade discarded inside a wall, the hilt melted into a strangely colored ball and blood dripping from the steel. The materia slot was empty, her crystarium crystal half shattered. He leaned nearer to it; the heat that resonated told him he was close. Close enough that things shouldn’t be silent. It was at this distance he also realized that the ball he believed the hilt to be was both steel and her dismembered hand, the fabric fraying from where it was severed. His fist came down on the top of the blade, slamming roughly with a metallic chink before it fell from the wall and clattered on the floor.

His fear was slowly turning into anger. Losing her was one thing; seeing the evidence of her torture was completely different. What kind of sick things had Genesis and Shinra bred into Sephiroth’s mind? Her hand was gone, the fingers to her other hand discarded about—but she wasn’t here. She kept fighting.

Zack continued walking, fingers gripping the Buster sword. Angeal would kill him if he could see all the chips and scratches that now marred it’s surface; or the pulsating l’Cie brand on the wrist of the man who wielded it. Or maybe, Angeal would understand where Zack stood now and what he had to do. He edged his way to the door, slipping in a dark, slick liquid just before it. It was beginning to hurt to breathe, because this should have been him and not her.

Not Lightning.

Just inside the room, he stopped and stared. Her body was stabbed straight through, the hilt of Masamune pressed firmly into her back; Lightning’s head fell sideways as she leaned forward, her feet limp. She would be lifeless upon the floor if the sword wasn’t embedded halfway through Sephiroth and the wall behind them. Lightning’s left arm was wrapped forcefully about his neck, her other forcing his chest into the wall. She had used her own body as a weapon, stripped him of his own and made sure he went down with her. Lightning was a fighter, but this was too much.

Zack fell to the floor bottom first, tears flowing along the dirt on his face. His chest contracted with a pain he couldn’t understand, licking at his inside like a fire.

She had fought like hell and kept him safe. It was what she wanted.

Face in his hands, Zack noticed his l’Cie mark had faded to nothingness. He was free, but she was dead, and the sound that left his throat was a near to a scream as anger and sadness could be combined—somewhere between a shriek and the noise of a dying animal.

”We have to fight like hell.” Her eyes were steel, her hands holding on to one of his arms as if to make her point. “No stopping. No turning back.”

“This is it?” he had asked.

Lightning nodded, and for the barest of moments she leaned in closer, her forehead pressing into his cheek. He had thought he’d felt moisture, but he said nothing. “This is it.”

“Let’s end it.” She moved from him as she spoke, her head turning and hands removing themselves from his body. She moved on without a word, and disappeared into the darkness with only one last warning.

“Don’t follow my path.”

He hadn’t known what she meant at the time; how that short moment of affection was her confession, how she tried to separate him from her fate without his knowledge. But what was the point? His body was stuck to the place on the floor, eyes peering through the breaks in his fingers at her final moments.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

#CRYSTAL HOLY CRAP #WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS #I JUST #MY FEELS #;laksjdfl;kjz #kanarenee #fanfiction #zacklight #final fantasy xiii #final fantasy vii #zack fair #lightning farron #fairron #submission

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zacklight · 12 years

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