#10% talking shit 40% flirtation and 50% fixing the world with sciencey meta

[ladykf-writes]

FF7 Fanfic, Best In Class

Fic Summary: This world of ours is starting to strain along its fault lines, threatening to reach a breaking point that no one can imagine let alone fix. This is something that needs to be taken care of before it happens. Changes need to be initiated from a civilian level up. In this essay I will —

——— save the world.

This is the fic we did the poll about, guys; canon divergent ReGen goodness to the tune of 'what if Genesis and Angeal had been kicked out of SOLDIER before their journey's ever began?'

Because you know having one path cut off isn't enough to send Genesis home.

TAGS: Genesis Rhapsodos/Reeve Tuesti, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Scholar!Genesis Rhapsodos, Inspire!Reeve Tuesti, Magic Meta, Character Study, Worldbuilding, FF7 Lore

Chapter 1: A New Face in an Old Debate

Summary: Even in a world where he's not a famous SOLDIER, Genesis Rhapsodos knows how to make an entrance.

Reeve laughed, short and sharp and knew there was a very good chance that his smile could be described as ‘wickedly gleeful’ but Odin’s lance he had been waiting for this. For someone, anyone to take that old man and publicly call him out as the hypocrite he was.

Well. The day had come in the form of one Genesis Rhapsodos. He was looking through the citations and noticed several of Bugenhagen’s works from over the years, several people he didn’t recognize but made note of, as well as citations from Gast, Ironheart, Hojo and—

— and him; Reeve himself was cited.

The Lifeblood of a City was, if not the first interview he’d done as ShinRa Director, one of the first, and that was why he remembered it so clearly even some eleven years later. He’d figured it was as good as any place to start, familiar with the people at Junon Academic Press as having handled articles and interviews with and about his favorite instructors and lecturers. Genesis had also grabbed The Power of Midgar which Reeve had agreed to a year ago, more or less because PR said it would be good for the department, to remind the city of its stewards’ hard work.

The fact that someone would not only find his work, but cite it in a formally presented paper that would surely not be overlooked by greater academia was a funny feeling. And it wasn’t that he didn’t recognize he was the authority in his field, he did. But it was a small group indeed who really, truly understood that.

Rhapsodos talked about his work like someone who didn’t know was majorly out of the loop. Like Reeve’s voice mattered beyond the walls of Urban Development, beyond ShinRa. It gave him a flustered, fluttery sort of feeling that he couldn’t articulate.

“I have to meet him,” Reeve whispered to his empty office.