#clack week 2017

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Clack week Day 3 - Jacket

I strained my shoulder really bad at work so this was the most I could do. i’ll try to squeeze out a color pic tomorrow

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Clack Week 2017 Day 6 -- Diary / Box

Background Cissnei totally does not know why Cloud has your diary, Zack, or why that page was coincidentally bookmarked.  Totally.

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Clack week day 2 - prompt sun/wing

Unintentionally, I guess it’s almost both prompts... and it’s also probably the only art I’ll make set in this time period.

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Clack Week 2017 Day 4

Day 4: Uniform/Make-up

. . . . .

Arching his back as he stretched, Zack let out a low groan of relief. These constant monster extermination missions were killer. If this kept up, he’d be too exhausted to go on any dates!

He grinned to himself, thinking of the cute blond that he hadn’t managed to ask out yet. He would. Eventually. Cloud was just always busy with missions or training or-

Zack sighed, smile fading as he tipped his head back.

Who was he kidding? Cloud was adorable and sweet and kickass and- and-

And Zack was too much of a wimp to actually take the dive. It was stupid, of course. Even if Cloud said no, it wouldn’t change anything. Zack would grin and whine and pout and Cloud would roll his eyes and laugh at him, calling him a dork and saying he wasn’t falling for his player wiles. They would keep training, and Cloud would keep getting better. Zack just… didn’t want to hear a no. He wanted to be able to hold Cloud’s hand, give him cheesy kisses at the most cliche times, wanted to be able to shower him with affection- well, more affection. He wanted so much, and he knew how much it would hurt to be told no.

Zack pouted, tugging at his bangs as he got on the elevator to head up to his rooms.

“Pouting again, puppy?” A man was already leaning against the wall, book in his hands.

Zack sent the redheaded mage a glare. “Shut up, Genesis.”

The commander smirked. “My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains.”

Zack scowled, “I don’t need dating advice from you.” He crossed his arms petulantly.

“Apparently,” Genesis retorted dryly, “you do. You’re mooning again, meaning you still haven’t asked your little trooper out.”

“It’s not that easy!”

“You, Zack Fair, serial heartbreaker-”

“Hey!”

“-are saying that it’s difficult to ask someone out.”

“I’m not a serial heartbreaker.”

“You do have a certain reputation.”

“And that,” Zack sighed, running a hand through his hair, “is part of the problem. He’ll probably think I’m kidding or messing around. He has more reasons to say no than to say yes. I just… don’t want to hear the no.”

Genesis sighed, shaking his head. “Honestly… Will the outcome be worse than what you have now?”

“Huh?”

“Will the outcome be worse than what you have now?” Genesis repeated impatiently. “If you ask him out, whether he says yes or no, will it be worse than the miserable pining that you’re doing now?”

Zack fidgeted under the redhead’s glare. “Well… no, but-”

“But nothing!” Genesis threw up his hands in exasperation. “Just ask him! You’re anxious and distracted, which is worrying Angeal, which is negatively impacting my life.”

“My misery is detracting from your life,” Zack repeated skeptically.

“Yes,” the redhead snapped, crossing his arms. “Angeal keeps worrying about you, which means that he doesn’t pay as much attention to me. You are negatively impacting my sex life, and I do not appreciate it!”

Zack stared at him blankly for a minute, then groaned. “I should have known.” He shuddered. “Ugh, I don’t want to know about your sex life.”

“I don’t have one right now because of you!”

The brunette cringed. “Alright alright, I get it. I’ll be miserable more subtly.”

“Good,” Genesis nodded, then swept off at the 49th floor. Zack leaned against the wall with a pout as the doors closed and the elevator moved up a floor.

He started grumbling about annoying meddling redheads as he got off on the 50th floor and moved to his apartment. He swiped his keycard and stepped inside, immediately slipping his boots off inside the door before moving towards his room. He just wanted a shower and a nap. Maybe he could see if Cloud was free to hang out later-

He opened his bedroom door, to be met with an… interesting sight.

Cloud froze from in front of the mirror, staring at Zack in abject horror, purple halter-top dress flowing down his body and around his legs.

Zack’s lips parted slightly as he took in the sudden sight, eyes scanning the blond with stunned amazement. “Holy shit.”

“Z-Z-Zack,” Cloud stuttered, wrapping his arms around himself, “Y-You’re back early. I-” He glanced down, panic in his eyes. “I can explain. I- This is-” He faltered helplessly.

Zack shook himself out of his reverie, shooting a crooked grin at the blond. “You’re an awful liar, Spike.” He stepped fully into the room, resting his hands on his waist. He eyed Cloud appreciatively. It was a good color on him, actually, and while he didn’t exactly have a feminine figure, he wasn’t exactly the most masculine person either. The dress fit the curves of his body very nicely. “It looks good on you. I like the color, too.”

Cloud’s jaw dropped, and he stared at Zack in shock. “You… you don’t…”

“Don’t what?” Zack tilted his head curiously, sending another smile at Cloud. “Think it’s weird? Not really. I’ve definitely seen weirder. I’m half-convinced that Genesis does the same thing anyway. Don’t,” Zack added hastily, “tell him I said that. He doesn’t need another reason to set me on fire. Anyway, it’s really no one else’s business anyway.” He shrugged. “It does look good on you.”

Cloud was still staring at him, that same stunned fragility about him, as though he was expecting it to be a joke. Zack’s gaze softened and he moved closer, reaching out and tugging gently on one of Cloud’s bangs. “Gaia to Cloud,” he teased. “You in there?”

Sucking in a breath, Cloud suddenly reached out and flung his arms around Zack. The SOLDIER caught him, looking down with surprise.

“Cloud? You okay?”

With another shuddering breath, Cloud nodded. He remained where he was for another few moments then reluctantly pulled away, wiping at his face. “I- Yeah. I-I’m okay. I just… I didn’t expect…”

“What? Didn’t expect me to be fine with it? Why wouldn’t I be?”

Cloud shrugged uncomfortably, hand gripping his opposite arm unconsciously. “A lot of people aren’t. If anyone in the infantry found out…” He winced. “It would be… unpleasant.” He scoffed bitterly, “Back in Nibelheim, I’d be lynched for it.”

Zack winced as well. Small towns were not known for their progressiveness. He reached out and ruffled Cloud’s hair. “Well I think you look hot as hell.” He winked, “Who cares what the haters think, right? As long as you enjoy it, it’s none of their business.” With that pronouncement, and a sagely nod to himself, he plopped back on the bed, jostling the boxes as he did so. He glanced over them curiously. “What’re these?”

Cloud flushed, though he was still beaming happily from Zack’s words and acceptance. “Ah… a couple more dresses, some make-up. Y’know. Stuff.”

Zack sent him another grin. “The whole nine yards?”

“Pretty much,” Cloud admitted, practically glowing from unexpected happiness.

“Can I see them?” Zack asked eagerly, sitting up and folding his legs on the bed.

A blush overtook Cloud’s face and he ducked his head. “You actually want to see them?” He peeked at Zack timidly from beneath his bangs.

“Absolutely,” Zack’s grin was wide and warm. “I wanna see if all look as good on you as that one does.”

Cloud’s cheeks were painted red, but he nodded slightly. “If you really wanna see them…” He moved over to the bed, picking three of the boxes up. A small one and a middle-sized one were left. Zack raised an inquisitive brow and Cloud flashed him a quick smile. “The small one is make-up, which I’m not going to go through the effort of putting on right now, and shoes, which I’m not going to wear yet.”

“Ah,” Zack nodded in understanding. He waited until Cloud slipped into the bathroom, then peeked into the shoebox. He eyed the sandals within with appreciation. They were pretty. Gold, with crisscrossing straps reaching up to and around the ankle.

He closed the box and leaned back, waiting for Cloud to come back out. Staring at the ceiling, he allowed himself a wry smile. Cloud was absolutely adorable, and finding out he liked this wasn’t actually as surprising as he’d thought. There’d been hints already, in their many excursions out. Eyes lingering on a pretty dress as they passed the storefront, looking at a lingerie advertisement with appreciation, watching women trying on make-up at boutiques they passed, trying on various high-heels as a “joke”. Little things, subtle things, but they were still there.

He looked down as the bathroom door opened, and inhaled sharply as Cloud stepped out.

He was wearing a sky blue dress with long sleeves, except that the sleeves and low curved collar were lace with flower designs. The rest of the dress had a silky texture, though only the torso was covered in lace. The front reached about halfway down his thighs, while the back reached to his knees, and the bottom was ruffled slightly. He was flushed, looking embarrassed and nervous, though there was an excited spark in his eyes. His hands were curled together, fidgeting slightly, and he had one leg folded behind the other.

In other words, he looked absolutely adorable and breathtaking. Zack found a lump in his throat, and swallowed harshly to try to get rid of it. Cloud bit his lip nervously at his silence.

“Zack?”

Zack took a deep breath, trying to focus his scattered thoughts. At was fine, he would play it cool and-

“You look gorgeous.”

Shit. So much for playing it cool. Though there was something to be said about blunt honesty, Zack mused as Cloud lit up at the compliment.

“You really think so?” Cloud asked, smoothing the front of his dress shyly.

“You have no idea,” was out of his mouth before he could stop it. Shit, was all he could think as Cloud looked at him with surprise and curiosity.

The blond tilted his head, “What do you mean?”

“Ah,” Zack felt his face heat up with embarrassment and mild panic. “I- Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Zack?” Cloud moved forward, sitting down next to him. “What’s wrong?”

He opened and closed his mouth for a moment, trying to gather his courage. Then he glanced over and saw Cloud’s blue eyes watching him worriedly, and he was lost.

“Doyouwanttogoonadatewithme?” he rushed out, then clamped his mouth shut nervously.

Cloud stared at him for a moment, trying to puzzle out what he’d said, then his eyes widened as he realized what Zack was asking. His mouth dropped in shock. “Wh-What?” he stammered out. “You want to- Me?!”

“Yeah you,” Zack’s cheeks were heated as he looked over at the gaping blond. “I’ve been trying to ask you forever, but…” He rubbed the back of neck. “I was worried you’d say no, so…” He shrugged, looking away.

Cloud spluttered in shock. “But- You- I’m- Why?”

“What do you mean why?” Zack frowned. “You’re awesome! You’re sweet but kickass, you laugh at my jokes and go along with my crazy ideas, but you also call me out on my shit which is awesome, plus you’re absolutely adorable and hot and- and- and-” Zack’s cheeks turned red. “And I’m gushing again. Sorry, but I mean…” He faltered helplessly with a small shrug.

Cloud was staring at him in abject shock. “You… you really mean it. You actually want…” His lips parted breathlessly, before a smile broke out across his face. “You actually want to go out with me.”

“Of course I do,” Zack pouted, crossing his arms.

The blond ducked his head with a shy smile, peeking up at Zack. “So…” He played with edge of the dress. “You… want to go get dinner?”

A bright grin broke out across Zack’s face. “Hey,” he protested cheerfully, “I thought I was asking you out!”

Cloud laughed, “Well, you can pick the restaurant then.”

“Deal,” Zack grin turned wicked, and he reached out to tug on the end of Cloud’s dress. “You gonna wear this?”

The blond’s eyes widened. “You… think I should?”

He shrugged, “It’s up to you.” He winked at Cloud. “I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to. But if you’d rather go out in like, pants and a button up or something, that’s cool too.”

Cloud’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and a smirk crossed his face. He had that expression that always preceded a fun and mischievous idea. Zack perked up in interest. “You know what? I’ll wear this… but you have to wear your Second Class uniform.”

“Deal!” Zack grinned brightly, catching Cloud’s hand and bringing it up to kiss the back. The blond flushed, but his smile didn’t disappear.

“You get changed, and I’ll go get make-up on.” He raised a teasing brow, “Any suggestions?”

The brunette’s breath caught, and he examined Cloud’s face thoughtfully. “Hmm…” He brushed his thumb over the skin next to Cloud’s eye. “Maybe…” He leaned in and kissed Cloud’s cheek. “Gold would look good on you.”

A blush had overtaken Cloud’s face, but he nodded in agreement. “Good suggestion.” Standing up, he grabbed the make-up box and hurried to the bathroom. Zack watched him go with warm amusement.

Then he leapt up and moved to his closet to get his uniform. He finally had a date with Cloud, he was gonna look amazing.

. . . . .

This didn’t turn out at all like I was planning. Oh well. This didn’t focus much on either make-up or uniform, but… Meh. Cloud looks amazing in a dress and Zack is very happy to finally get a date from him.

(I’ll do a continuation of the date itself another time.)

I know it doesn’t exactly follow the prompts, but… I hope you like it anyway?

Wings, out~!

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Clack Week Day 6: Diary Dear Diary, Zack Fair has the most gropeable ass I've ever seen. It's so distracting in class. Does he even know how hot he is? He must. -- Dear Diary, Zack's actually a pretty cool guy. We had a mission together. I think we might be friends now? How do you friend? This is new territory. -- Dear Diary, Pizza and movies at Zack's tonight was a lot of fun. Until I fell asleep. Woke up leaning on him. How embarrassing. He didn't seem upset at least. He's a pretty touchy-feely guy though, so I guess it wasn't a big deal for him. -- Dear Diary, Had a little too much to drink last night. Woke up on the couch. It wasn't my couch. I hope I didn't say anything stupid. -- Dear Diary, I touched the butt. It is as gropeable as it looks. I'm gonna touch it more. Maybe every day.

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Clack week 2017 Day 2

When I sat down to write this, I thought it would be fluff and sunshine. But Cloud didn’t want to work with me and this happened :<

Day 2: Sun

 “Helloo? Did you hear a word I said just now?” Zack’s amused voice shook Cloud from his reverie. They were on their way to Midgar after yet another mission and had stopped to Costa de Sol on their way back. Cloud had been motion sick all the way back. The moment they had been dismissed for the day, he had crawled into their room to enjoy some peace, quiet and blessedly immobile floor.

 “Sorry sir.” Zack grimaced when he heard his answer.

 “Stop with the sir, we’re off the clock now. Besides, there is no need for formalities between us country boys.” Cloud’s stomach did a flip. Zack remembered him! “I came up here to ask if you were feeling better. It would be a shame to miss the chance for a little sunbathing.”

 “Yes si- I mean, thanks.”

 “Lets go then. Everyone else is already on the beach.” Zack wore only a pair of black swimming shorts. They were slightly damp and he had sand in his hair. He was gorgeous. It was clear to Cloud, that Zack already been on the beach with everyone, enjoying himself. Cloud on the other hand still wore his uniform. He hadn’t packed for sunbathing.

 “Um…”

 “Oh, and don’t worry, I got you these.” Zack dug a small packet from his back pocket.  Swimming trunks with a bright yellow Chocobo print. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

 ---

 Cloud didn’t know how Zack had managed to cajole their pilot, a redheaded Turk, to stop at this place for one day. Official story was a slight motor malfunction that needed immediate attention. Cloud didn’t buy it. He could see the Turk in a bar when he came down.

 He wanted to escape back upstairs – he couldn’t be seen like this! His squad mates would never let him live this down. They already teased him for hairstyle, they didn’t need any more ammunition against him. They’d probably hum I want to ride my chocobo all day and tell dirty jokes about riding for weeks if they saw him now. But it was too late to back down. Zack had already seen him.

 “Hey there, Chocobo. Looking good.” Zack grinned at him and completely ignored Cloud’s sudden suspicious stare.

 “Did you just call me Chocobo because you forgot my name?” he asked more harshly than he had intended. Smile died on Zacks’s face.

 “Cloud. You sure you’re all right buddy?” He sounded concerned and reached for the blonde’s shoulder. Cloud felt ashamed by his outburst. Ifrit, Zack was the last man on planet he wanted to offend. He was genuinely kind and good-natured and it wasn’t his fault that he wouldn’t consider that nickname taunting.

 “Yeah, sorry. Guess I’m still a bit tired after the trip.” he offered to Zack’s sandals. Zack answered by ruffling his hair. Cloud was suddenly glad that he was looking down, he could feel his face heating up. He was standing next to the subject of his daydreams, they were both basically half-naked and Zack was touching him.

 “Don’t worry Spike. I bet you’re hungry huh? Let’s go for dinner, my treat.” Zack beamed. When Cloud started to protest, he could buy his own meal, but Zack didn’t let him even start. “It’s thanks to you that we have this little break. It was because of you being so sick it was easy to convince our pilot to take a break here instead of flying through the night.” He whispered conspiratorially and slung his arm over Cloud’s shoulders.

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Clack Week Day 1: Stylist AU

PART 1:

“Genesis is really fucking pissed,” Zack said simply as he tugged the plastic cape around Cloud’s neck.  Zack, who was normally quite gentle with the talent, was swearing like a soldier.  He felt the blond deserved it, anyway.  Nobody else was plucky enough to yell at the guy.  

Cloud Strife--a name that Zack was positive was an alias of some sort--was a dainty male model known for his angelic face and his long blond hair that he kept iconically tied at his neck.  Typically he and Sephiroth came as a pair.  This job was supposed to be very run-of-the-mill for Cloud:  Wear the clothes, hold the cologne bottle, go home.

The theme was Saint and Sinner.  Sephiroth played the role of a demon and would hold the black bottle of fragrance.  Cloud, the angel, would hold the white bottle of fragrance.

Now Zack’s job was so much harder because Cloud strides into work half an hour late and there’s just no ponytail.  There’s nothing.  Cloud’s just sporting this messy array of blocky blond spikes that seems to have no real order.

And of course Genesis saw it and threw a fit.  Of course he would.  Cloud didn’t match up with Sephiroth anymore and the ethereal feel was unbalanced. Extensions and wigs were out.  It wasn’t like Zack happened to plan for it and had the stuff on hand anyway.

“So we’re going in a different direction,” Zack said simply, spritzing the pale hair with a spray bottle. He came around to Cloud’s front and shamelessly hit him dead in the face with the spray as a sort of ‘shame on you’.

“I’m changing the length ‘cause you look cross between a pyramid and a chocobo’s ass.  Who did this to you?”  Zack spoke as if he was personally offended with the act of Cloud getting a bad haircut.  He probably was.  If someone was going to touch Cloud’s hair, it should’ve been someone more practiced with it.

It should’ve been him.  

He started to cut it, flicking the snippets of butter-blond hair off to one side.  Essentially, it felt like he was doing more damage than good.  Yet, he did know Cloud was attractive under this mess.  Cloud knew it too.  He had to.  

The new focus of the hair now was to show off his face, frame it well, and make him unique.

Zack was easily twice Cloud’s size, burly and bohemian at the same time. His left arm sported a sleeve of feather and flower tattoos and his right had the beginnings of a thin band of patterns around his bicep. It had started as a way to cover up his scars from his time in the military but things got out of hand and he kept getting more than he needed.  He was quick on his feet, though.  He liked his job and had dealt with Cloud’s notorious bullshit more than once so he had no problem teasing him.  For some reason the blond let him get away with it, fussy as he was.

When he had cut some shape into it and rubbed a paste in to keep the intricate spikes in place, he stepped back and pulled out his phone.  A quick text to Genesis and some photographic evidence of a job well done would certainly pull the photoshoot along.  Front, back, profile right, and profile left.  He got the okay to continue, but be quick about it.  He shoved his phone in his back pocket and took a brief moment to admire the person in front of him.

He felt something in his chest tighten.  Damn, he’d done good.

After he pulled up his stool, he got to the makeup.  “You know,” Zack laughed softly. “I like it way better this way.  This’ll lead to a few more jobs for sure.  Look up, please.”  He worked carefully on the eyes--these were the hardest part with a lot of people.   “I’m really biased though.  I mean, you were really pretty before but--”   He stopped himself before he got too far, pretending to fiddle with a tube of mascara.  He took a breath and shyly applied it before putting the cap back on and organizing his materials again.  Cloud’s electric blue eyes opened in the most startling way and Zack felt that tightening feeling in his chest again.

He cleared his throat. “Hope you like it, anyway.”  Some part of him hoped Cloud would keep it like that for a little while.  Zack worked almost exclusively on a lot of his own preferences and the result looked striking on Cloud.  He hadn’t really considered the guy to be his type before. Now he was.

And it was hitting him like a ton of bricks.

Well, of course he was into the way he looked!  He wouldn’t create something he didn’t like.  Of course he was attracted to it!

Well, fuck!

“You did a bad and I’m not encouraging you,” He said as he closed his boxes and removed the plastic cape from around the blond’s neck.  His gaze sunk to curves of his shoulders and his throat.  

 He didn’t look him in the eye as he  walked past and pulled the garment bag off one of the racks.  Cloud got switched to black when they did the new direction.   He was desperate to see the full ensemble.  He knew he wanted like four copies of the finished advertisement too.

This was bad.

He was totally encouraging him.  “But do you wanna get food after?  Or coffee that people actually put effort into making maybe?”  

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Clack week day 1 - Bonds?