fic n° 179

  • 100 words,
  • Final Fantasy VII, Angeal, Genesis
  • BL
  • Written for Seasons Of Drabbles.
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Genesis begins to degrade; Angeal swears to hold him together.

Angeal passes his fingers over Genesis’ skin; even in the morning light, it’s unmistakably grey now. Grey and chalky, as if it will crumble when he presses just a fraction harder, disintegrate under his touch even though his desperate fingers are trying to ensure the opposite.

He bends to kiss it, as gently as he can; and feels powder on his lips.

“I’m irredeemable,” Genesis murmurs, his voice soft and low with exhaustion, sending vibrations through Angeal’s chest.

“We’ll find a cure,” Angeal protests. And he keeps his fingers tight against Genesis, vowing that determination alone will keep him whole.

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n° 1 (archived from archiveofourown.org)

2022-11-14

Noooooo oh this hurts! Thank you…now where are my tissues….

n° 2 (archived from archiveofourown.org)

2022-11-15

Ohh this is really powerful. I’m not familiar with the canon, but his made my heart ache. Beautiful language.