Date: 2008-12-18 22:18 Subject: FFVII Fic: A Goddess' Gift (1/?) PG+ Security: Public Mood: predatory Tags: crack!fic, fandom: ffvii, genesis, mpreg

Title: A Goddess' Gift
Author: SkyFire (rabid_plotbunny)

Rating: PG (this chapter)
Summary: Maybe Genesis should have asked first...
Warnings: AU, eventual Mpreg, WIP.
Word Count: 1043 (this chapter)

Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII or any of its characters, and no money is being made.


It was dark. Endless dark all around him, stretching on forever, yet at the same time it was bright. Glowing green threads of Lifestream energy ebbed and surged around his legs, his hips. And in the distance, near enough and yet impossibly far, She stood watching him. A vision of white and gold, her cloak fluttering in celestial winds that didn’t move a hair on his head, staring at him with endless eyes full of depthless wisdom set in a face that seemed far too young.

The Goddess.

She was there.

He didn’t really know how he had come to be there, in that timeless place, but decided that just this once, he didn’t need to know. He was there, She was there, and that was all that mattered.

He took a step towards Her, then another. He didn’t know if he actually had to carry out the physical motions, rather suspected that he did not, but it was familiar and it did move him closer. Unlike those dreams, nightmares, where the object you’re searching for only gets further away the closer to it you move, he found himself quickly closing the distance between them. His steps grew faster and faster without conscious urging until he was sprinting, almost running, and then he was there.

Standing before Her, dimly illuminated by Lifestream green and her own blinding white.

She looked at him and he found his voice drying up under Her gaze. Everything he had planned to say, his carefully scripted and rehearsed request, all of it fled his mind under the influence of those timeless eyes and he could barely manage to think at all. Yet despite that, he somehow managed to force out a few words. They had none of the poetic grace he was – had been – known for, certainly none of the epic grandeur of Loveless, and came out as a humble plea instead of the request among equals he had intended, but he couldn’t help but be at least a little proud that he had managed to speak at all.

“I would like… Please… The ‘Gift of the Goddess’. Please.”

And just like that, Her almost-mesmerizing, icy aura was shattered. Her eyes grew just a little wider as She stared at him for a long moment, then She spoke. Her voice echoed in and around him, thrumming with power and the music of a thousand thousand lives. “…What?”

Feeling a little more like himself now that that initial silence was broken between them, he dared to reach out one beseeching hand. “The ‘Gift of the Goddess’. I would have it, please.”

She kept staring and he fought the urge to fidget like a little boy caught with both hands in the cookie jar. “My Gift?” She asked at last, voice tinged with the faintest hint of incredulous disbelief. “You want my Gift?”

“I do,” he answered. Then, as if thinking that She was asking because it had been phrased so informally, he quickly moved to amend his request. “Most gracious Goddess, I would be most honored and grateful if you would bestow your Gift upon me.”

“I… see,” She mused. She still seemed surprised and more than a little shocked, but nodded anyway. “Long ago I made a pledge,” She said. “I pledged that anyone who made it this far, who possessed the skill and the courage necessary to ask it of Me would be granted my Gift.” A short pause. “In the millennia that have passed since then, only a few people have managed that task.”

“So you will grant my request?” he asked with a growing smile, hope sparking in eyes that had seen none for far too long.

“I will,” She said. One pale arm rose, gestured for him to come closer. When he did, when he was close enough, She leaned over just a little and Her lips barely brushed the skin of his forehead, igniting a warm tingling that spread quickly throughout his body before settling into his gut with a sense of warm belonging. She straightened, Her hand moving to cup the side of his face, her eyes glowing with a warmth contrary to her projected image. “I have never had a man request my Gift before,” She said softly. “But since you have requested it, it is yours. May it bring much joy and happiness into your life, little dreamer.”

For the first time since he’d decided on the true meaning behind his favorite epic poem, for the first time since he’d written his version of the Lost Act, for the first time since he’d begun actively searching for the ‘Gift of the Goddess’, he started to wonder just what it was that he had just requested, what he had just been given. He’d always thought it was power; the power to protect those in need, the power to be a Hero. The power he'd need to grind that media-magnet Sephiroth into the dirt and prove that he was the best. But now that he had it, he didn’t feel any stronger. If that wasn’t it, just what had he received…?

But he was given no time to ask. With the tiniest flick of Her hand, Her will, he was flung away, falling away into the depths of darkness and green, scattering into a million tiny specks only to come together with a hard snap! back in the cavern under Banora. Feeling suddenly weak from the energy he had expended getting to Her, he felt himself collapse to the ground, heard Her statue shatter behind him. He felt drained, weak. He ached all over and his insides felt like someone had scooped them out, mixed them up, then crammed them back in with extras. He heard Zack coming closer but couldn’t so much as twitch in his defense. He wasn’t terribly worried though; the boy had been Angeal’s puppy and the bigger man’s sense of honor had been smeared all over him. Zack would never kill a defenseless man, even if that man had tried to kill him on more than one occasion and sent his clones to try drag the world down with him.

Satisfied that he would be safe with Zack, he let consciousness flee his tenuous grasp and fell in to the comforting darkness of true sleep for the first time in longer than he cared to remember.

TBC