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An Angeal for your woes
My big breasted husband
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Angeal really activates the Cain instinct within me like damn I wanna hit this guy over the head with a rock and watch him fold like a house of cards
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Tagged to post a wip by @noctiris !
From the wip for chapter 26 of Fair To Gain
(Grabs you) the wips. Hand em over (not forced) @nightowl343 @thespookiestmanalive
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kids || angeal hewley - i got tired of breeding kink and pregnancy etc so here’s two characters deciding not to have kids…
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Angeal knew it - and you knew it too. That SOLDIER came first on a list of all priorities, but more potently, that mako injected into the system could spell danger when it came to procreation. Everything was so experimental, and the warnings so incomplete, but you were both smart enough to surmise it.
Kids are a risk.
This did not bother you much at all — you enjoyed your professorship and your little freedoms, and he was at the call of the state far too often to dare risk being a neglectful father.
Still, you took the time to laugh when civilian children would tumble all over him. Happy to be picked up by a First-Class — five, six, ten at a time. He would smile brightly at their antics and all their sweet inquisitions:
If he had met Stamp the Dog. (Yes.) If they could play with his sword. (No.) If he had ever snuck snacks when he was not supposed to. (The other SOLDIERS certainly had and he would be the one to tell them off for it - but he most certainly had just once or twice…)
He catches the tenderness in your gaze at such occurrences and it lingers in his mind enough for him to ask one night.
“Did you ever want kids?” His voice mixes with the sound of the water rushing over the vegetables he has been preparing for supper. It is a cherished and uncommon occurrence when you can cook together.
You inhale through your nose, pausing your knife against the cutting board. The pause is not uncomfortably long — in fact he appreciates that you give it so much time to come up with the most genuine and thought out answer.
“No.” You let out eventually. “I was never one of those kids who thought about that. Even puppies are a lot of work.” There’s a laugh to that, but it does not remove any of the serious honesty from your tone.
“Kids all deserve love and shelter and education but that’s easier said than done. Biologically it changes a body a lot, and that’s assuming they’re perfectly healthy. Bone issues or learning disorders or disabilities… that’d be a lot for two working parents. Life is so unpredictable.” You hum. “I’m happy enough with my students and your trainees.”
Angeal nods, ever appreciative of your thoughtfulness and honesty in the face of hard conversations. As he wipes his hands and drains away excess water, it is his turn for silence. Then;
“I did. I mean, when I was younger. First it was siblings I wanted — it was awful lonely sometimes in Banora. I liked the idea of bein’ a strong big brother, teaching them things.” A smile crosses your face at the thought of that; Angeal with a younger pair of brunettes clutching to his back or dancing around his ankles as he crossed through town square or did his morning work tending to crops. A cute hypothetical, if nothing else.
“My parents were practical like you, though.” He continues, warm at the memory of their decision rather than resentful. “They made enough to put food on the table for one kid, not four. I couldn’t ask that of them - especially once my father was sick.”
His words are unhurried, like his actions. When the vegetables are stacked, seasoned, and placed into the oven, he leans back. His eyes are a bit more lidded, ever-thankful to the contributions of his parents, having watched the way their love for him added grays the their hairs and dark lines to their eyelids. It is a gratitude he carries on his back just as often as he does his sword.
The peace and melancholy of the memories are only broken ever so slightly by your soft voice and by the pads of your fingertips pressing on his knuckles. A check-in, perhaps. A perceptive moment and a grounding one, made to stop him from falling into any reminder of grief around the too-young death of his hardworking father.
He shrugs and then meets your eyes with that same reassuring smile he has perfected down to a science.
“Guess when I realized that, I moved on to wanting my own.” He admits.
“How many?” You continue, settling in your seat even with your hand still clutched to his.
A shade of pink rises onto his strong jaw and he lets out a laugh, free hand scratching his beard with some self-deprecation.
“More than three? I… never wanted one of them to end up alone.”
Nights in Banora were long when alone, and the days would have been too much work for any boy less determined or physically able. You understand the want, sympathize even. It only makes you love him more, in fact. The selfless want for no one to experience that loneliness or overwork, be it a parent, a fellow SOLDIER, or a hypothetical child.
“But,” he pats your head, enjoying your difference in height, “I decided against it.“
He watches your lips curve into place as if to ask why, or maybe even frown at the idea that it was you who dissuaded his want. Yet, the warm pat of his hand eases any anxiety or self-blame before it can start.
“I knew I wouldn’t stay in Banora and a SOLDIER compound in wartime is no place for any little ones - they would deserve a father that isn’t at Shinra’s beck and call. Plus, the pay is to support my mother and my amazing partner, not anyone else.”
He pinches your cheek at that and smiles you into smiling, as he has always done since he was a short-haired Third-Class whose heart raced at every sight of you.
“Mako or not, this was my choice.” His deep voice iterates without a second of doubt or regret. “You, Genesis, Sephiroth — you make my life. Not parenthood.”
You smile. You both take comfort in that: in the quiet cooking of dinner, and in the lack of pressure that comes with the promise of an eternity spent only on each other.
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Scribbling “Matt Winsord predicted Sephiroth’s promotion would allow him to choose future missions and teammates while showing him a picture of Igara, hinting that Sephiroth later not only chose the Robio mission himself but also chose Angeal as his teammate–based solely on their compatibility in the VR simulator since they’d never met–something Angeal wouldn’t know because Sephiroth didn’t attend the briefing to explain that, which makes Sephiroth bearing Angeal’s lecture in annoyed silence at the beginning even funnier” in my headcanons notebook
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I have an Angeal oneshot planned. It involves food. Possibly Sephiroth or Zack will show up, but I am not sure if just one of them, or both. I haven’t gotten that far in writing it.
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*jolts upright in bed* intersex trans man Angeal Hewley who gets top surgery for his gynaecomastia
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I see a lot of jokes about Vincent owing Hojo back child support, now let’s see that same energy for all the child support Hollander owes Gillian Hewley for Angeal. Somebody call the family courts on ALL these deadbeat dads.
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hearing about Angeal in the new ever crisis event and currently redownloading the whole game to see this shit for myself with the same energy as a parent bursting angrily into their house to discover their kid threw a party while they were out
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drabble i wrote bc my phone went from “god’s gonna cut you down” to “shine on harvest moon.”
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a bona fide field-working country boy from the sticks - a barely known southern island on which sits an even lesser known town - angeal takes comfort in song.
in the midst of apple-picking boy would hum tunes in a voice lower and deeper than his youthful age would suggest - songs about lying with a lover under trees lit only by the harvest moon. then, before a sword ever held place on his back, there was a wooden guitar, imperfectly carved by his father so as to save money.
he would strum it in the tents of wutai.
genesis takes comfort in the sound too, head on the larger man’s thigh as he curls in like a cat to the folk tunes of wandering criminals struck down by the gods.
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dead angeal addressing Seph like a disappointed parent in that new EC event got me in shambles
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It would be funny if Genesis had his own kinda like Dazai from the port mafia style and no one would know, until by some accident this info got leaked to the other people in Shinra.
Complete chaos, no one knows what to do, and wondering how they didn’t notice.
Turned out Lazard had some idea but not the full story (he thought Genesis wanted to train his team to be stronger and not to make an armie).
Angeal and Sephiroth are just standing there, rethinking every interaction with Genesis and wondering if they should worry about some kind of assassination or something alike.
Now everyone is afraid of upsetting Genesis.
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Angeal: “Zack you can’t keep an animal here!.”
Zack: “Why not?” :,(
Sephiroth: “Yes, why not, Angeal?, cause as far as I know there is no rule against it”
Angeal: “oh I don’t know, maybe cause that is a wild animal and not some pet, that Zack wants”
Lazard: “I mean we did keep Genesis and that is like having a wild animal around”
Genesis: “HEY!!!”
Angeal: ‘thousand yard stear’
Zack and Sephiroth: 'holding back laughter’
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Fic idea where Weiss and Nero stole a Time Materia from Genesis and travel back in time to before Genesis went Rogue but after the Incident.
Can just see the chaos these two will bring with them and how confused the Shinra from the past will be.
Past Angeal: “Wait so what you’re saying is that you’re from the future?”
Weiss: “welll we kind of stole a Time Materia from Genesis and wel one thing led to another and now we’re here”
Past Genesis: “wait aren’t you from underground how do we know eachother?, AND You stole one of MY MATERIAL!”
Nero: “well you are our brother, so you don’t mind as much, at least as long as we don’t cause trouble, which we’re kind of doing in the moment”
Past Sephiroth: “Genesis you have siblings and didn’t tell us?”
Past Genesis: “NO!?!”
A bit later once Present Genesis manages to travel into the past to make everything right again.
Genesis: “So what did you Idiots do, so I can at least try to make a plan”
Nero: “We kind of led the remnants into the past and told the past selves a bit about the future”
Genesis: “Oh dear, and what did they tell you?”
Past Angeal: “That you guys are apparently siblings?!”
Past Sephiroth: “Why didn’t you tell us that you have siblings?”
Past Genesis: “for the last time I. DON’T. HAVE. SIBLINGS!!!”
Genesis: “well yes and no, we aren’t exactly related but at the same time we are kind of related”
Past Angeal: “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
Genesis: “It means that it’s hard to explain and that it’s easier to just say we’re siblings and to take that as a fact”
Past Angeal: “…”
Past Sephiroth: “…”
Past Genesis: “…”
Weiss: “Wow”
Nero: “So you don’t love us :,( ?”
Genesis: “Of course, I love you and see you as my siblings”
Weiss: “mhm”
Nero: “no don’t worry i know exactly what you meant :,)”
Genesis: “…”
Past Sehiroth: “This is painful to watch”