Hi! :) This is Moonly . Sunkiss! I'm also known as yamira_jean from LiveJournal. :)

This is a collection of Zack x Cloud oneshots and universes. Some are just oneshots. Others are scattered pieces of intricately-formed worlds of Clack. The introduction of this is somewhere at LJ (I'm not very proud of that intro... so I'll leave it there ;A;), so if you wanna take a look at it, drop by the community and join if you have time! :) The work is submitted by a member with the username yamira_jean.

SUMMARY OF COLLECTION:
Cloud felt his arm around his shoulder, holding him tight against his lean chest. The blond sighed and relaxed as he felt the man's chin on top of his head. Zack breathed once, and then said: "Welcome to the sweet life, Spikey."

SUMMARY OF FIRST INSTANCE:
"Cloud, it's a privilege to enjoy life. But then, it's an even greater privilege to create it… especially with the one you love most."

DISCLAIMER:
Moonly . Sunkiss does not own Final Fantasy VII - its characters, plot and title.

*sigh* For some reason, my writing is better when I write for FFN. It's more… flowery and colorful. Like a gay Aerith 8'D LJ makes me cry, I hate it )'8 But that's where all the Clack action happens D: So I have to endure the pain. Nuuu.

Here. I bring more Clack. This is the first instance of The Sweet Life of Zack and Cloudy.

Ovum Materia #1 by Moonly . Sunkiss

"Cloud, it's a privilege to enjoy life. But then, it's an even greater privilege to create it… especially with the one you love most."

Tifa looked away while Cloud heaved.

The blond savior of the Planet was kneeling down, dumping all unwanted content in his stomach in the unfortunate toilet. The busty bartender didn't want to sympathize with an object, much less a toilet – which was currently devouring a "mouthful" of Cloud-vomit – but even with fists of fury, the black-haired beauty had a heart. Besides, those fists of fury were going to have to clean the unfortunate toilet after the blond vomit-er is finished.

Unless he comes back to sully the poor toilet again. Oh, woe is Tifa – her job is never done.

'Why is the bartender of all people doing that kind of work, anyway?' She winced as the blond made a spewing noise, and she soothingly rubbed his back to alleviate any… back pains? 'The maid should be the one responsible for – oh yeah. We have no maid.' For they were too poor to even hire housekeep. Another woe for Tifa.

Her long-time best friend and love interest – though the latter would never develop into anything more than just that – finally stopped making those disgusting noises (they made Tifa want to vomit, too somewhat) and just rested his forehead on the edge of the seat. Apparently, vomiting is very serious business, because the twenty-something-year-old blond slid down to the tile floor in a heap of audible groans and moans.

Yes. Vomiting = Srz Bznz.

The blond mass of panting and wheezing didn't notice her kneeling down beside him, her hand placed on top of his messy, spiky golden hair. He groaned again when she started rubbing his head gingerly – but with her strength, she was probably crushing his skull already.

Not wanting to cause any more damage (his stomach going apeshit was enough), she just sat on the tile floor and looked at him.

It took her a couple of seconds to finally speak.

"Are you all right?" She wanted to smack her forehead for asking such a dumb, but oddly obligatory question. But she might accidentally send herself flying to a wall if she did. Tifa didn't know her own strength, after all. And after half-wrecking Aerith's church – she remembered Cloud going apeshit when he found out she destroyed the pews – she didn't want to take any chances. But still, asking a question that has a very obvious answer to it wasn't smart; especially if one's asking someone as bitter and sharp-tongued as the rage-in-a-bottle Cloud Strife.

Hopefully, he'd be too tired to even glare at her.

Luckily for Tifa, Cloud didn't budge from his position on the cozy tile floor. His head twitched a bit, signaling the busty woman that he heard her question. The groan that came afterwards told her that he was not amused by the stupid question, though. Tifa shrugged – at least she asked, right?

But no, emo-boy Strife didn't know how to appreciate the smaller things in life. It was always Buster Sword this, Random Big-Ass Sword that. Seriously, was Cloud compensating for something?

Tifa had to stop thinking right there. Cloud might've magically developed mind-reading powers, and she wants to be the last person who'd get caught thinking of unthinkable things about him. She grinned in triumph – pre-emptive thinking, you've done it again.

"Nggghhh…"

Tifa's eyes darted to a now-moving chocobo-haired male. But all traces of movement were wiped out by apparent fatigue and exhaustion. The woman had to wonder, at that: okay, was vomiting really srz bznz? Because usually people don't spend ten minutes on the floor after vomiting like crazy.

Her eyes softened and concern etched on her pretty features. She pulled her knees up against her chest and leaned her head closer to the blond in agony.

"Cloud, are you all right?" She didn't care if it was a stupid question, anymore – her friend's in agony. She had to ask.

Cloud begged to differ, though. "Why are you – cough, cough – asking that question?" He finally found the strength to prop himself up with his elbows. He ducked his head, a little woozy still. He made faces as he tried to sit up, and Tifa could tell that it was a hard thing for him to do. Poor Cloudy.

The voluptuous woman tilted her head to the side before answering his question, "Because I'm worried. And I care for you, Cloud." She patted his bicep once. "You know that, right?"

"…yeah." He managed to sit up by using the toilet – ohh, toilet. You have more than one use, after all! – and looking at the unsightly arrangement of twirling muck inside the bowl, he frowned. He pulled a small lever that caused a roaring of pipes and a flushing of water. Bye, bye, vomit. Till later. "Of course, I know."

The bartender girl stood up to help her companion do the same. She put Cloud's arm over her shoulder and she hoisted the grumbling blond up. She had to smile at that – her friend didn't want to be a burden to anybody, so he automatically tries to be the best so that people would rely on him, not the other way around. This was probably hurting Cloud's pride a bit, but…

She shrugged. Whatever. All she needed to do right now was to bring Cloud to his room for him to get some rest. That's all.

The blond groaned as he ran a hand through messy, sweaty golden spikes of anti-gravity-ness. "Man. What did I eat…?"

"Told ya not to touch Yuffie's casserole." Tifa remarked, amused. She let the ninja-girl play in the kitchen just to shut her up, but she never expected the girl to actually come up with an output – a dangerous, life-threatening output at that. She cringed when she remembered having to throw the pot of Mysterious, Life-Endangering Food X in the garbage. Ugh. Good riddance.

Cloud also cringed at the memory – dammit, he didn't need to boke again! He shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the traumatic memory, but it didn't work. Great. Thanks a lot, Tifa.

"I didn't touch the monstrosity she called sustenance." He supplied rather venomously. Tifa had to roll her eyes at that. "I got to smell it, but that's it. Not one milligram of that unearthly substance entered my digestive track."

"Oh?" She came to a halt when the two of them were met by a closed, unmoving door. She glared at the door as if it deliberately didn't want to let them through. Curse you, inanimate object. Curse you. "Then what did you eat?"

"That's why I asked, 'what did I eat'. I didn't know what I ate that caused such a reaction." He half-glared at his friend, who just rolled her eyes at him as she opened the door – with her foot? – to let them inside. "Maybe it's something I smelled –"

"Nothing smells strange in this inn, Cloud." Tifa cut him off before he even had the chance to finish his sentence. "The only strange smell around is a smell that reminds me disgustingly of VOMIT –"

"Hush, woman. My head hurts." Cloud cut her off before she had the chance to mock him while he was completely defenseless. Figures Tifa would take advantage of him like this. Well, not like that, but…

He shuddered. Eww.

Tifa snorted and plopped him down on the soft mattress. "Yeah, yeah. I'll shut up, my queen."

Cloud didn't bother to look at her when she made that comment. He just raised a gloved hand and pointed a finger up in the air comically. "Thank you, my loyal subject. Now be a good servant and fetch me some Cure materia. And them ol' reliable painkillers. And aspirin. Yes, everybody loves aspirin –"

"And apparently, a whack in the head, 'cause I think you're suffering from confusion." She remarked dryly. She then smiled and patted his knee kindly. "I'll get you some warm soup. How's that?"

The blue-eyed man groaned. "I'm dizzy, not sick."

"You might as well be," Tifa shot back before heading for the door. "You need to take care of yourself, you know. He wouldn't approve of you just nonchalantly treating something like this as a passing condition."

"Because it is a passing condition. And Zack's too much of a worry-wart to notice such small things." Despite the hurt his chest felt at hearing the name of his lost best friend, he smiled at remembering the times they spent together. Zack got injured a lot, and Cloud would usually be by his bedside, replacing the old bandages with new ones. Why they didn't just use Cure material, he didn't know. But when he got hurt? Man, the man acted as if the sky was falling. He chuckled at that – but the vibrations in his chest made him dizzier and he groaned, unconsciously grasping his navel.

"Gahh, my stomach huuurts."

"The bathroom's that-a-way if ya need to do number two," She ignored Cloud's grunt of displeasure. "But if it's another episode of Vomit Falls, then don't bother calling me. I might get sick just by watching you go sick. Or hearing you. Whatever."

He scowled. "Thanks a lot, Tifa. Glad that I have such a wonderful friend who's willing to stay by my side till the end of time," He blinked at that. Shiva, where did that come from? Did he even say that?

Apparently, Tifa also found it weird. But she reacted in a different way, and that was by giggling.

"Cloud, you're acting so strange lately. One minute you're irritable because you're dizzy, then the next you're role-playing a sick queen, then next you reminisce about your late friend, and then…" She stifled a laugh and turned around to open the door. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're actually pregnant, Cloud!"

"Yeah right. And Zack's the father!"

Tifa closed the door with a laugh, and when she left, Cloud's hands on his navel tightened.

END

Ooooh. XD End of Ovum Materia #1! :3 Hope you liked it, folks :) A bit of Cloud x Tifa there, huh? Mehh, it doesn't exist! 8'D I'm the author, and if I say it doesn't exist in this fic, IT DOESN'T.

Welcome to the Ovum Materia Universe – Mpreg Cloud! :)