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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
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Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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I don't own anything from FFVII, and I make no money from this fiction.
Healing
Title: Run in Packs~Healing
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Word Count: 1269
Pairings: Angeal/Sephiroth/Zack/Genesis
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Anthro
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: How do you fix the broken?
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to the Chronological Order Post for a list of them in order: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html
“How are you feeling?” Sephiroth asked of the redheaded wolf in his arms.
Genesis hmmed and snuggled closer. “Zack’s amazing with materia. I feel better than I could have expected.” And his hips ached terribly. And his intestines weren’t working correctly yet. And he was still bleeding internally.
But he wasn’t going to let them know that.
Sephiroth sighed, disbelieving. “I can hear you hurting.”
“I’m fine.”
On his other side, Angeal growled, “You’re still bleeding. I can smell it.”
“I’m not going to the labs,” Genesis whispered. “Please…I don’t want to go there.”
Angeal kissed Genesis’ cheek. “If we go with you? We won’t leave your side. I’ll even hold you the entire time, so he cannot take you from us.”
Genesis shivered and hissed as the movement jostled still-broken…everything.
“You cannot live like this,” Angeal coaxed. “I cannot live seeing you in this much pain. I love you. I promise we’ll keep you safe.”
“Promise,” Sephiroth swore.
A shaky sigh. “Fine.”
********************
Angeal was good on his word, basically holding Genesis in the safe cradle of his body as they sat on a lab table. Hojo grumbled and glared at the protective hovering of Sephiroth and horribly in-the-way Angeal. Sephiroth’s tail was bristled and lifted high in aggressive assertion of his dominance.
“This would be easier without all the clutter,” Hojo snapped as he pulled an ultrasound machine across the room.
Sephiroth growled but didn’t say anything.
“I’m assuming you don’t want me to undress him,” the scientist said snidely, “so get to it.”
Angeal hesitated as his hands went to the hem of Genesis’ shirt. The last thing he wanted was to expose Genesis’ body to that mad man…
“I can’t fix him if I can’t see him,” Hojo barked.
“It’s fine, Angie,” Genesis slurred. The tranquilizer he had been given coursed through him, taking away the majority of the pain as well as most of reality. “As long’s you’re here.”
Angeal sighed and lifted away Genesis’ shirt. Sephiroth came forward to silently strip the redhead of his pants. Genesis’ head lolled to the side like he was a ragdoll forcing Angeal to balance the limp redhead carefully. The thin, pale body started to shiver almost immediately in the cold air of the lab. Angeal pulled Genesis as close as possible to provide heat.
Various instruments were brandished and used to measure, prod, and cause Genesis to groan in unfocused pain. For every whine of pain, Sephiroth growled in anger.
“Do you want me to fix him or not?” Hojo groused. “As far as I’m concerned he’s a failure. I wouldn’t even care about putting him back together if you hadn’t yapped at me like a fucking chihuahua until I came down here.”
“You don’t have to hurt him,” Angeal said quietly.
“He’s broken. He’s going to hurt until I’ve put him back together. If I remember right, I wasn’t the one who made him like this in the first place.”
Sephiroth snarled loudly and snapped his jaws. “You’re the one who pumped us full of-”
Hojo brandished a scalpel and cut through the air angrily. “I suggest you stop yelling at me if you want him fixed.”
Sephiroth’s ears flattened but he quieted and settled for touching Genesis’ face and hair comfortingly.
An indeterminate time later, Hojo started writing on a clipboard.
“Well?” Angeal questioned as Sephiroth draped the blanket they had brought Genesis down to the labs in over the redhead.
“He’ll need surgery. The bones and organs should have been placed into proper order before he was cured. He’s got bone shards everywhere. His body will eventually work the extraneous material out, but it’ll take a long time.”
Genesis’ eyes fluttered open, pupil’s wide and obviously drugged. “Don’ wanna hurt an’more.”
Sephiroth’s ears drooped and his brows furrowed. “I want Angeal and I to be here when you do it.”
“Fine, fine,” Hojo waved dismissively. “Let me get a surgical suite together and we’ll get this done today so you’ll stop barking at me. Fucking poodle.”
************************
Genesis opened his eyes and blinked several times before the world came into focus. He took a deep breath and smiled as his throat and lungs didn’t produce any painful stabbing. Shifting a little, Genesis could feel only a lingering ache in the various parts of his body.
Angeal came into view, and Genesis realized he was flanked on all sides by warmth and the scent of pack.
“What happened?” Genesis whispered. “I don’t remember much after the tranqs and pain killers.”
“Just a moment,” Angeal murmured as he leaned down and kissed the redhead. The dark-haired alpha was gentle as he plundered Genesis’ lips. The red wolf didn’t try to ask questions. He was just as interested in reasserting their bond as Angeal was. Genesis felt the push of what had to be Sephiroth’s face against his cheek, leaving the strong scent of his other mate behind. Zack was around as well, if the sound of a puppy whining was any indication.
When Angeal finally pulled back, Genesis sighed happily.
“Hojo put you back together,” Sephiroth explained after a brief kiss of his own. “We made sure he didn’t make any…unnecessary additions. Or subtractions. Or…anything other than fixing you.”
“Thank you,” Genesis said as he traced the faces of his beloved mates.
Zack’s grinning face appeared and licked a swath up Genesis’ cheek. “And thank you, for coming for me,” Genesis laughed. “I don’t think I said that to you before.”
“You were a little distracted,” Zack said as he touched the faint scarring on Genesis’ pelvis.
Genesis’ smile died, and he looked up at his pack with concerned eyes. “Am I…alright?”
Angeal touched Genesis’ face. “According to Hojo-”
Genesis shook his head. “No. Not according to that psychopath. Am I alright? Do I smell right? Do I look right?”
“Everything’s fine,” Zack said, ever the optimist. “You’re fine. Really.”
Genesis propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at his body, not believing their reassurances. He was mostly the same. The scarring was…unfortunate. His beautiful, pale, blemish-free skin was now marred. He knew his mates would never say anything about it, they would never judge him. But deep inside, his vanity was screaming at the top of its lungs.
“I’m…”
Angeal’s gentle hand lifted Genesis’ wide eyed face to his own. “You are you. We love you.”
Genesis sighed in exasperation and flopped back down to the bed. “I was going to say that I’ll never be able wear a low-riding jean, too-small shirt combo again.”
Zack snorted and hid his face as Angeal glared at him.
“Don’t make angry faces at the puppy,” Genesis admonished. “I meant it as a joke, and he took it as one. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Angeal sighed. “I just don’t like the thought of you degrading yourself, even as a joke.”
“It’s called humor, love,” Genesis smiled and pulled at one of Angeal’s ears. “You would think that some of Zack’s would have rubbed off on you.”
Zack murmured happily and nuzzled at the older wolf, pleased with the slight praise. The younger, yet larger, wolf practically lay across Genesis. Most of his weight, however, rested on his hands and knees, leaving only enough heat and pressure to let Genesis feel he was surrounded and protected. With Angeal and Sephiroth on either side, the redheaded wolf was feeling absolutely and completely encircled by safe.
“Goddess, I love you,” Genesis said feelingly, the words directed at all three of the men enfolding him. His mates, his pack, his everything.
They didn’t need to say anything else.
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Word Count: 1269
Pairings: Angeal/Sephiroth/Zack/Genesis
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Anthro
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: How do you fix the broken?
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to the Chronological Order Post for a list of them in order: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html
“How are you feeling?” Sephiroth asked of the redheaded wolf in his arms.
Genesis hmmed and snuggled closer. “Zack’s amazing with materia. I feel better than I could have expected.” And his hips ached terribly. And his intestines weren’t working correctly yet. And he was still bleeding internally.
But he wasn’t going to let them know that.
Sephiroth sighed, disbelieving. “I can hear you hurting.”
“I’m fine.”
On his other side, Angeal growled, “You’re still bleeding. I can smell it.”
“I’m not going to the labs,” Genesis whispered. “Please…I don’t want to go there.”
Angeal kissed Genesis’ cheek. “If we go with you? We won’t leave your side. I’ll even hold you the entire time, so he cannot take you from us.”
Genesis shivered and hissed as the movement jostled still-broken…everything.
“You cannot live like this,” Angeal coaxed. “I cannot live seeing you in this much pain. I love you. I promise we’ll keep you safe.”
“Promise,” Sephiroth swore.
A shaky sigh. “Fine.”
********************
Angeal was good on his word, basically holding Genesis in the safe cradle of his body as they sat on a lab table. Hojo grumbled and glared at the protective hovering of Sephiroth and horribly in-the-way Angeal. Sephiroth’s tail was bristled and lifted high in aggressive assertion of his dominance.
“This would be easier without all the clutter,” Hojo snapped as he pulled an ultrasound machine across the room.
Sephiroth growled but didn’t say anything.
“I’m assuming you don’t want me to undress him,” the scientist said snidely, “so get to it.”
Angeal hesitated as his hands went to the hem of Genesis’ shirt. The last thing he wanted was to expose Genesis’ body to that mad man…
“I can’t fix him if I can’t see him,” Hojo barked.
“It’s fine, Angie,” Genesis slurred. The tranquilizer he had been given coursed through him, taking away the majority of the pain as well as most of reality. “As long’s you’re here.”
Angeal sighed and lifted away Genesis’ shirt. Sephiroth came forward to silently strip the redhead of his pants. Genesis’ head lolled to the side like he was a ragdoll forcing Angeal to balance the limp redhead carefully. The thin, pale body started to shiver almost immediately in the cold air of the lab. Angeal pulled Genesis as close as possible to provide heat.
Various instruments were brandished and used to measure, prod, and cause Genesis to groan in unfocused pain. For every whine of pain, Sephiroth growled in anger.
“Do you want me to fix him or not?” Hojo groused. “As far as I’m concerned he’s a failure. I wouldn’t even care about putting him back together if you hadn’t yapped at me like a fucking chihuahua until I came down here.”
“You don’t have to hurt him,” Angeal said quietly.
“He’s broken. He’s going to hurt until I’ve put him back together. If I remember right, I wasn’t the one who made him like this in the first place.”
Sephiroth snarled loudly and snapped his jaws. “You’re the one who pumped us full of-”
Hojo brandished a scalpel and cut through the air angrily. “I suggest you stop yelling at me if you want him fixed.”
Sephiroth’s ears flattened but he quieted and settled for touching Genesis’ face and hair comfortingly.
An indeterminate time later, Hojo started writing on a clipboard.
“Well?” Angeal questioned as Sephiroth draped the blanket they had brought Genesis down to the labs in over the redhead.
“He’ll need surgery. The bones and organs should have been placed into proper order before he was cured. He’s got bone shards everywhere. His body will eventually work the extraneous material out, but it’ll take a long time.”
Genesis’ eyes fluttered open, pupil’s wide and obviously drugged. “Don’ wanna hurt an’more.”
Sephiroth’s ears drooped and his brows furrowed. “I want Angeal and I to be here when you do it.”
“Fine, fine,” Hojo waved dismissively. “Let me get a surgical suite together and we’ll get this done today so you’ll stop barking at me. Fucking poodle.”
************************
Genesis opened his eyes and blinked several times before the world came into focus. He took a deep breath and smiled as his throat and lungs didn’t produce any painful stabbing. Shifting a little, Genesis could feel only a lingering ache in the various parts of his body.
Angeal came into view, and Genesis realized he was flanked on all sides by warmth and the scent of pack.
“What happened?” Genesis whispered. “I don’t remember much after the tranqs and pain killers.”
“Just a moment,” Angeal murmured as he leaned down and kissed the redhead. The dark-haired alpha was gentle as he plundered Genesis’ lips. The red wolf didn’t try to ask questions. He was just as interested in reasserting their bond as Angeal was. Genesis felt the push of what had to be Sephiroth’s face against his cheek, leaving the strong scent of his other mate behind. Zack was around as well, if the sound of a puppy whining was any indication.
When Angeal finally pulled back, Genesis sighed happily.
“Hojo put you back together,” Sephiroth explained after a brief kiss of his own. “We made sure he didn’t make any…unnecessary additions. Or subtractions. Or…anything other than fixing you.”
“Thank you,” Genesis said as he traced the faces of his beloved mates.
Zack’s grinning face appeared and licked a swath up Genesis’ cheek. “And thank you, for coming for me,” Genesis laughed. “I don’t think I said that to you before.”
“You were a little distracted,” Zack said as he touched the faint scarring on Genesis’ pelvis.
Genesis’ smile died, and he looked up at his pack with concerned eyes. “Am I…alright?”
Angeal touched Genesis’ face. “According to Hojo-”
Genesis shook his head. “No. Not according to that psychopath. Am I alright? Do I smell right? Do I look right?”
“Everything’s fine,” Zack said, ever the optimist. “You’re fine. Really.”
Genesis propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at his body, not believing their reassurances. He was mostly the same. The scarring was…unfortunate. His beautiful, pale, blemish-free skin was now marred. He knew his mates would never say anything about it, they would never judge him. But deep inside, his vanity was screaming at the top of its lungs.
“I’m…”
Angeal’s gentle hand lifted Genesis’ wide eyed face to his own. “You are you. We love you.”
Genesis sighed in exasperation and flopped back down to the bed. “I was going to say that I’ll never be able wear a low-riding jean, too-small shirt combo again.”
Zack snorted and hid his face as Angeal glared at him.
“Don’t make angry faces at the puppy,” Genesis admonished. “I meant it as a joke, and he took it as one. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Angeal sighed. “I just don’t like the thought of you degrading yourself, even as a joke.”
“It’s called humor, love,” Genesis smiled and pulled at one of Angeal’s ears. “You would think that some of Zack’s would have rubbed off on you.”
Zack murmured happily and nuzzled at the older wolf, pleased with the slight praise. The younger, yet larger, wolf practically lay across Genesis. Most of his weight, however, rested on his hands and knees, leaving only enough heat and pressure to let Genesis feel he was surrounded and protected. With Angeal and Sephiroth on either side, the redheaded wolf was feeling absolutely and completely encircled by safe.
“Goddess, I love you,” Genesis said feelingly, the words directed at all three of the men enfolding him. His mates, his pack, his everything.
They didn’t need to say anything else.