Avalanche Forever 🫶🏼💚💙🤍

Biggs lover 💚 Biggs x Jessie shipper 💚💙

[yunieluna]

And then I also finally finished the pic for the last chapter of "These are the Days of our Lives"

I'm really happy about every reaction I got here (likes etc) and over at AO3.

And if you want to read the whole story again, here's a link, or just check out my blog.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[yunieluna]

Finally got to draw the pic for chapter 4....even though it has been so long ago, but somehow I couldn't get myself into this mood

[yunieluna]

Caring Biggs 💚

It's just a small, friendly touch of reassurance, but it really shows how empathetic he truly is.

When he goes to pick up Wedge from the street (Remake chapter 4)

When Tifa is worried about Cloud and Corneo's lackeys snooping around (Intermission DLC)

[black-treecle]

"for a moment there, i thought my life might have some meaning."

[yunieluna]

Don't leave us now, Biggs 💚

[laferelady]

Biggs & Jessie (ft. Tifa) - Final Fantasy VII Rebirth

for @yunieluna ✨

[yunieluna]

Another lovely edit 🥺 Thank you 🫶🏼

Love this scene so much 💚🥵💙🥰

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Also, this is how the night ended after Jessie had a few more drinks... she's obviously not pointing at her drink here 😏😉😁 And Biggs has somewhat of a puzzled look, too...He thinks, is it the drinks, or does she mean it?

[yunieluna]

The farewell gesture of forever goodbye 🥺😭

Towards Cloud - next time they meet Biggs is on the brink of death on the pillar

Towards Zack (or his bike) - next time they meet Biggs gets shot dead by Shinra men

Towards Aerith / audience of the theater - there'll be no next time at all 😭

I really love the perspective they always present this gesture in, though. It's a front shot, so it's like he's doing it to us, the players, as well. 💚🥺

[strife-geographic]

[yunieluna]

Wedge always having the solution ...like he's securing the exit 🧐🤍🤍🤍

(He really doesn't need to feel useless 😞🫂)

[laferelady]

Biggs & Jessie - Final Fantasy VII Remake

for @yunieluna ✨

[yunieluna]

Biggs and Wedge thinking to themselves: Hah! We know you better than you know yourself, Jessie 💚💙🤍

Thank you so much for putting this together for me, @laferelady I definitely need more of your GIF expertise 🤩💙💚 (honestly though, no pressure at all 😊🫶🏻😜)

[yunieluna]

These are the Days of our Lives

A Biggs x Jessie fanfic

Chapter 5: Aftermath Pt.2 / Who wants to live forever

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Final Chapter

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A few days later, Jessie is back at the Leaf House. How can she explain the whole situation? That she's responsible for everything that happened to Biggs.

Corneo’s lackeys had come after her. Biggs was right about that. There was nothing that her expertise in engineering and chemicals couldn't handle quickly, though. She had prepared some special pepper gas bombs many days before Biggs even showed up, because she knew she couldn't trust Corneo even a single bit. They were safely stored in her room, though, so she often regrets not having taken one with her just in case. And she didn't tell Biggs about her precautionary measures. Maybe things would've turned out differently if he had known that she had already prepared for the worst.

Anyway, with the help of the pepper gas bombs, she managed to escape and bring back the money she had earned until then. Was the Gil really worth Biggs’ life, though? If it keeps the kids from starving, I'd happily give my life. That surely would've been his answer.

“Why couldn't you have been thinking about yourself for once?” She was addressing this question to the man lying in front of her in a defeated tone.

Yet again, she was sitting beside his bed hoping he would recover. It was pure luck that a doctor who patches up contestants of the Dustbowl’s Beast Battleground had come across them on his way from the infirmary that happened to be on the very same floor where the encounter with Corneo took place. Jessie's impromptu pressure bandages had bought Biggs enough time for the doctor to be able to stitch him up properly. He had survived another fatal wound, at least for the time being.

“Not my style.” Biggs' voice is fragile.

When she looks him in the face and sees no change, Jessie wonders if she is starting to imagine things now. His eyes are still closed, and his face is expressionless.

Suddenly, he tilts his head a little and slowly manages to open his eyes, meeting Jessie's puzzled gaze. He smiles weakly. Tears begin to form in her eyes, this time, they're out of relief and happiness, though.

“Oh my gosh, you're awake.” She knows she's stating the obvious, but it's all she can seem to say at the moment.

But then she's quickly overcome by the whole situation, the constant fear of losing him has taken a toll on her mental state. She's not thinking straight. Nothing else matters anymore, except for being close to him. Biggs was able to sit up a little in the meantime…when Jessie suddenly takes a leap and jumps right into his arms, embracing him even tighter than a few days ago when they met after her performance. He hisses sharply in pain when his stabbing wound starts to thrust again. Only then did she realize she hadn't thought about his injury. Oh shit, how could I forget? Please, don't let the stitches open up again…

“Shit!!! I'm so sorry!” She shifts to check his bandages, is there any blood soaking through them? For now, there are no red stains visible, which lifts her tension a little.

“Hey, I'm happy to be among the livin’, too. So don't sweat about it…” Biggs is trying to sound as reassuring as possible. He knows she had a hard time, most likely worse than himself, and he's the one who got shot and stabbed within the span of just a few weeks. But he was neither the one who needed to see suffering constantly, nor did he feel helpless while being unconscious. He tries to think of a way to make her feel comfortable again, but there's not much coming to mind.

Instead, there're already traces of memories trickling in…They've got no particular order, so he's trying to make sense of them, but his brain is not working properly yet.

“Sweating? Now? Are you kidding me? Carrying your ass down the stairs while you were dying…that's what I'd call sweating…or like worrying you'd die again…not that I did for a few weeks already…Can't believe you can't get a little hint…”

He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement a little, because he knows that when Jessie feels lost, or in a negative mood of any kind, she inevitably starts to get even more talkative, but it's mostly just rambling about things that cross her mind and have no substance at all.

For instance, that's when Biggs and Wedge knew something was bugging her when she secretly wanted to go topside, hiring Cloud to help her. It had just been a few hours since the bombing of Reactor 1 and they already knew that her mind had been preoccupied with worrying about something the whole time. That's just how well the three of them knew each other. So the guys made sure to be able to support her in whatever she was planning…by lending two bikes to get topside. Biggs was pretty sure—actually, he would even cross the pretty—that Jessie hadn't made a coherent plan, that she hadn't been thinking about every possible obstacle, that she was just focused on that one goal she wanted to achieve, which is fine, because she's the one building bombs and faking IDs for them, and that considers a sharp intellect that is able to focus on one particular task. So yeah, in the end, neither Biggs, nor Wedge were surprised that she didn't manage to check the running times of the trains.

A realization hit him like a thunderbolt all of a sudden, though. His mind had finished organizing all that had happened while he was at Gold Saucer. He really just wants to forget the new name of the place, it seems.

But there's especially one thing he's eager to never forget…and honestly, now, when he nearly died twice, and his best friend did, and when the other person he's caring for so deeply is right in front of him, what's there to lose? Here goes nothing…and he simply starts to explain his thoughts.

“Jessie?...I remember what happened…Everything. Corneo & his lackeys, your performance as Rosa… the kiss…” The last memory feels like it was made up to him, was there really a chance, a reality, a world in which Jessie would kiss him?

He waits for her response. There's none. Just uncomfortable silence and an embarrassed-looking Jessie. So Biggs continues.

“Ehm, the thing with the kiss…We can forget about it, if that's what ya want…I mean, I get it…the situation was kinda…”

Jessie had heard enough. “No!… I don't want to forget.” She's shaking her head.

Biggs is caught off-guard by her sudden outburst. It's the answer he would've liked to hear, but there's a hint of doubt in the back of his head that he needs clarification on.

“What about Cloud?” There's no subtle way of addressing this matter for Biggs. He witnessed how Jessie was all googly eyes around the Ex-SOLDIER ever since he showed up to their mission to bomb the Sector 1 reactor.

After the initial shock of this bold question had worn off, Jessie said, smiling knowingly, “That? That was just a game…I…I always fool around with guys.”

Biggs remained silent, but she saw that his shoulders sank a little and that his eyes had lost their initial spark. The implication of this statement suddenly hit her hard. Does Biggs think she's playing him, too? She quickly needs to finally set things straight.

“Most of them, I mean. That's ‘cause, you know, a little while ago, I realized that there's only one guy I actually genuinely like…”

She's staring right at him. Does he get what she is trying to say? His dark eyes are widening with curiosity. His expression is questioning her. Is she actually talking about him??? He wants to ask, but when he sees her expectant smile and red cheeks, he doesn't need to anymore.

This time, it's Biggs who moves in first. He closes the distance slowly, maybe she'll change her mind? When Jessie is the storm, Biggs is the calm. She really wants this, though. No turning back.

It's merely a ghost of a kiss, their lips barely touching. They're overrun by all kinds of emotions…and confusion about what this is between them now.

Suddenly, Biggs gets bolder, though. He deepens the kiss a little, and Jessie answers by picking up the pace to match his.

They both angle their heads a little to get into a more comfortable position. And then there's no stopping them anymore…

There's a need for each other's lips that has deployed them beyond all control.

A tingling sensation is rising in Jessie's body…and she suddenly breaks the kiss before a moan can escape her mouth.

“Sorry, I…I got carried away there for a sec.” Biggs apologizes sheepishly, hoping he didn't overstep any boundaries.

“Yeah, me too.” Jessie's cheeks are a bright shade of red, but she's smiling and adds, “it was amazing, though.”

Biggs is taken aback by this sudden statement, but he can't help but feel like he has accomplished something he didn't think he was capable of.

And then Jessie proceeds to hug him tightly again, her head resting next to his, her deep breathing resonating in Biggs’ right ear, her body so close that he can feel her racing heart.

“Hey, Biggs?” - “Hm?”

There's a small pause that leaves Biggs wondering what might follow.

“I love you.”

Can three simple words turn your world upside down? He never thought about it but he's certain now that they absolutely can. There's no need to think about an answer, either. He carried it within him for years now, always making sure it could never break free, that it would not be discovered, and that it wouldn't make a difference regarding their friendship.

“I love you, Jessie.”

It's as simple as that, there's no ‘too’ needed. There's no competition about who started liking whom first, or if there's a need to reciprocate the other person's feelings.

He can feel her head tilt and a small kiss on a spot of his cheek close to his ear.

“Don't ever be so reckless again, okay? I…I really couldn't take losing you for good.”

He doesn't feel like he has been too reckless. Admittedly, he could've come better prepared. Reason is not what is expected of him at this moment, though. So he just caresses Jessie’s head and promises her the very same thing she asked for.

Knowing him means that she can trust his word, so she finally feels like she can relax, at least a little. And despite the life changing events that went down just a few minutes ago, Biggs' is feeling the exhaustion in his body - recovery takes time after all.

“Ehm, would ya’ lay down with me for a bit?” He asks sincerely.

She senses the tiredness in his voice and agrees. Then she crawls over him, this time making sure she won't put any pressure on his wounded left side, finding a comfortable position in his arm along his right side. The bed is small - it's for one person after all, but neither of them cares.

Biggs exhales deeply one time, resting on his back, his right arm around Jessie, who has barely any space - she's already touching the wall with her back. She's positioning her head on his chest, having her right arm draped around his lower body, and making sure she's not too close to his wound.

She now feels the exhaustion, too. Her wounds are not visible, but they are still as deep as his. And she feels that he knows that, too.

The comfort. The reassurance. The closeness. The love. It's radiating between them.

She closes her eyes, as did Biggs, and drifts off to sleep easily…for the first time in what feels like forever.

A few minutes later, Ms. Folia bursts into the room, carrying a new set of dressings for Biggs' wound. She gasps slightly in shock when she finds them both fast asleep - arm in arm, smiling lightly - sets the things she's holding in her hands down on the table as quietly as possible and tiptoes out again.

Was about time, she thinks when she closes the door behind her and leaves them to their dreams.

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Will add screenshots soon and the corresponding pic as soon as it's finished

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Notes: Loved writing this and a little sad that it's over now 😢 Buuut, my Bessie brain already crafts 3 oneshots, soooo I'm probably not done yet...

In the meantime, give Wedge, Biggs and Jessie some well deserved love 💚💙🤍

[chippersweetbaby]

Have you seen this man?

[yunieluna]

This guy ? I don't know .... (he's been around for years 🤷🏼‍♀️ Funding the orphanage and stuff, ....being a teacher ...."Huh? Never seen him before" )

Everybody is covering for Biggs and I'm here for it

[yunieluna]

Another Remake replay, another Avalanche is a true unit display. 💚💙🤍🥺 The little nod at the end sends me...

Jessie had to be trained (at least a little) by Tifa as well, right? Right??? (I mean, she's the expert in bombs and uses a gun, so who's expecting this kick?? 😮💙👏🏼)

[yunieluna]

Picture for Chapter 3 of my Biggs x Jessie fanfic.

Kind of a peaceful moment, too. 🫂

[yunieluna]

These are the Days of our Lives

a Biggs x Jessie fanfic

Chapter 4: Hollow / You’re my best friend

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Having just finished her morning routine, Jessie is about to leave her dormitory room. All actors are living in shared rooms within Event Square. These rooms aren't big and grant no privacy at all, but Jessie is used to it, since she had been living in a girl's dormitory in the Slums of Sector 7 as well. She usually goes on a stroll when she needs a little time for herself, and even though Gold Saucer, or rather Corneoland, is buzzing with tourists 24/7　 - the number of people visiting hasn't decreased at all, despite the rebranding - the anonymity of the masses grants her enough time in private.

There’s really not much time for doing that this morning though, cause she’s in her full white dress costume already, because she’s scheduled to do a photoshoot for some promo material soon. Worst day ever to do that, she thinks. She’s exhausted and has big black bags under her eyes. She couldn’t sleep well, lying awake for a few hours before she managed to find some rest. The happiness of seeing Biggs again after weeks of worrying about him was quickly overshadowed by the threats that were made against him when Corneo’s right-hand men saw them together. She’s hoping that Biggs understands her behavior, and that she will get the chance to explain herself properly when she gets back to Midgar in a few weeks.

The keys of her room are about to vanish in her purse when her previous thoughts get interrupted.

“Jessie!” A voice out of breath calls her name. A voice she longs to hear so badly, until she realizes the consequences of hearing it. He’s still here? Worry starts to build inside of her, and quickly turns into anger.

“Biggs? What are you still doing here? I told you to go home! What if they see you? I can’t believe…” He had caught up to her by the time she reached this point in her tirade.

“Jess,” She secretly hates when people call her by that nickname. “I know…I know, but not now. I need to tell you something…Immediately!” His expression is urgent and he’s still trying to catch his breath. Did he run all the way up here? She knows that he’s as worrisome as one could get, but he’s also usually one to stay calm and collected no matter the circumstances, so seeing him panic like this, lets her cool down as much as to actually give him the chance to explain what’s going on.

“Okay, okay…but not here. Follow me to the maintenance area, only some staff use it.” She looks around to check if there’s already people around who spotted them, but the hall is empty. At least that’s something.

Biggs is trailing after Jessie, they walk fast but aren’t running. Not a single word is uttered, even though Biggs can’t barely contain the info he needs to desperately tell her.

When they reach the door that leads to the maintenance area, Jessie makes sure that nobody is in sight one last time, before pushing it open. They both slip through quickly. Another hallway greets them, but this one is cluttered with boxes and tools on both sides of the walls. Some doors lead into rooms with words like ‘electricity’, ‘security’, ‘infirmary’ and ‘cleaning’ written on them. At the end of the hallway the description ‘staircase’ can be spotted.

“Alright,it should be safe to talk here. So, what’s going on?” Jessie turns around to face Biggs and crosses her arms in front of her.

Where does he even begin? Does it even matter as long as he tells her the most important part? Biggs mostly fails to come straight to the point, he always needs to make sure that all information surrounding a matter is communicated, it’s very crucial for the part he plays in Avalanche - scouting and figuring out ways to achieve their goals, strategizing and making sure that there’s a backup plan for every possible obstacle that comes their way…Or rather it was the part he played, before their tiny branch of Avalanche fell apart due to Wedge’s loss and departure of Tifa and Barrett…and yeah, maybe he’d include Cloud in there, too, now that he helped them out so many times. Even though Cloud always pointed out that he’s only in there for the Gil, his involvement with them and emotional attachment became quite imminent by the time the plate got dropped by Shinra. Biggs sometimes wondered why he wasn’t more jealous of him, though. A badass SOLDIER like him, who got the attention of everyone he came across, even the men’s, but especially Jessie’s, should make him feel intimidated. In the end, after having had to admit that he harbors certain feelings for Jessie that are something more than just friendship or companionship, he accepted their current status quo as is, though, and decided that it’s best to root for her happiness rather than lose her completely due to jealousy. Anyways, he knows that they probably don’t have much time, so better leave out the unnecessary parts…

“Listen, I overheard a convo of these goons from yesterday…they were talkin’ about ya’...” Biggs is speaking fast, and not in a way he usually speaks to her. And what he’s getting at makes her uncomfortable immediately, too. “They’re planning to…”

“My, my, my, ya’ again, huh?”

Biggs and Jessie freeze instantly when they hear Kotch’s voice, much like the day before, the worst kind of deja-vu imaginable. Of course he’s not alone, Scotch would practically be sewn to his hip, if that were possible…but worse, framed by them from both sides, is Corneo, standing in the center, not looking pleased at all.

“Ah yeah, how unfortunate…seems you guys were right and our cute little birdie, Rosie, is about to take flight.” Birdie. What a creepy nickname, Jessie despised it from the start, but has bore with it ever since. But then, Corneo even addresses her by her role’s name now. She really is just property to him, much like how she was objectified by Kotch and Scotch last night.

“Glad we got some Shinra sponsorship for surveillance recently, or they could’ve slipped out easily.” Scotch remarked. So that’s how they got spotted…Damn, she wished she would’ve known. She wished she would’ve been more careful. She wished she would’ve scouted everything thoroughly, like Biggs does. If they had had more time, they would’ve come up with a plan together - rather, Biggs would’ve and she would have provided the physical means to escape.

While Jessie is overwhelmed with regret, Corneo calmly gives his men an order, “Get him.”

There’s barely any time to react before Kotch and Scotch jump right at Biggs and each of them grabs one of his arms, holding Biggs tight in their grip. He’s struggling, of course, but doesn’t hold a chance against them, despite being fit and well trained. Jessie recognized earlier that Biggs was still not fully recovered, he usually wouldn’t have been out of breath running that easily. Is there anything she can say? Or do? She feels helpless. If only I had taken them with me, she thinks for a second. Panic starts to rise.

In the very same moment Corneo steps in front of Biggs, though, presents a knife in his right hand and rams it into the side of his left abdomen, saying calmly, “Always loved the ways of Tomberrys, they can do so much damage with just a mere kitchen knife.”

A sharp pain ripples through Biggs’ body. He remembers this pain all too well. It hadn’t been too long since he got ripped apart internally by the bullets of Shinra men. The world around him comes to a stop, yet again, he thinks. There’s a scream in the distance. Or maybe it’s rather close…

“Nooooo!!!! Biggs!!” Jessie can’t grasp what she just witnessed. Corneo moves away, the knife makes a clinking sound when he throws it away in the distance, his men let go of Biggs and he slumps to the ground, caught by Jessie’s embrace, who manages to catch him from falling hard on the floor just in time.

“That’s what you get for messing with my business.” Corneo says before leaving with his posse.

The hallway is empty again. Jessie kneels on the floor cradling Biggs’ head and upper body in her arms. Blood spills out of his wound, tainting his upper khaki green shirt in the same shade of red as Wedge’s bandana she put around his neck last evening…it’s so much blood, though. Too much already, Jessie panics.

Her white Rosa dress slowly changes color, too. She doesn’t know much about first aid, but stopping a bleeding by putting pressure on it, is one thing she could manage to do, so she takes one end of her dress’ skirt and rips it apart, forms a ball and presses it onto Biggs’ wound. He screams out in pain and she wonders for a second, if she shouldn’t have done that.

When she meets his eyes, though, to check his condition, he wears a slight smile. “Owww…Ya’ shouldn’t have destroyed that pretty dress, ya’ know.” How the hell can he still be lecturing her?

Jessie’s shaking her head, tears are already forming in her eyes, “Whatever…stop worrying about nonsense.”

He senses that maybe he again will not have much time left before unconsciousness, or worse, takes a hold of him, so he wants to make sure she gets to know what he wanted to tell her the whole time. Obviously not what he feels for her, but what he knows about Corneo’s plan.

“Jess,” the first time she’s not bothered by this name at all. “They won’t let you go…even after your contract ends…” He coughs. “Corneo wants you as his plaything, and if you refuse, they’ll make you a prize in the Dustbowl’s ‘Beast Battlegrounds’.”

She listens carefully, yet, she can’t help but not care at all at this very moment. “Yeah, okay…” a pause, “Look, I’ll go get help now.”

“No! You need to leave.” Biggs’ voice is hoarse.

She shakes her head in disagreement, “I can’t! …I can’t just leave you like this.”

He grabs her hand then, the only thing he really cares about is her safety and to be honest he has struggled a lot with certain things since he woke up anyway.

“Ya’ know, I kinda wondered why I got spared? When the plate fell, I mean…so many died.” He smiles ruefully, “ I’m so glad you didn’t, though.”

She can barely take this. It feels like a farewell, an irrevocable one. “Yeah, and you won’t die either.” She explains.

He huffs a little at this point, then says, “Maybe, THIS is the reason why I survived? To be able to make sure you’re safe one last time?”

The blood loss makes him feel dizzy at this point, he knows he hasn’t much time left, so he wants her to stay with him, “Don’t leave, okay?” His right hand reaches for her left cheek, catching a tear that has been escaping her eye. “Hey, I’ll be going to where Wedge is… and your parents… I’ll be greeting them from ya’...”

It’s too much now. Too much silent longing. Too much of containing the truth. Too much to bottle up everything she couldn’t tell him before.

So she rushes in and meets his lips with hers. If that’s the last thing he’ll ever remember, the last thing he’ll ever feel, the only thing he will carry into the Lifestream, then it should be this kiss.

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Step after step takes Tifa higher up the pillar. Nothing but noise. Her steps clang on the metal stairs. Gunshots. The constant whirring of helicopter blades. Small explosions. Then there’s Cloud - finally! And then, a much bigger explosion on the floor right above.

Meanwhile, there’s been nothing else but fighting back against Shinra’s men, and she soon ran out of bombs…this last one really needs to make a difference, she thinks before letting it detonate - no matter her own life.

When Cloud and Tifa reach her, she’s buried underneath a big chunk of debris from her bomb. Doesn’t matter, maybe she bought some time to help others. She’s responsible for the deaths of so many innocent people anyway, there’s no need to hold back anymore. Instant karma, she thinks. And then, she’s hoping to meet her father again within the Lifestream. They get her out and move her to a safer spot in the meantime.

She talks to Cloud holding his hands - he’s still good looking, and flustered by every compliment he gets. It’s cute. It’s fun. It makes her smile. She slips away, seeing Tifa’s tears…

“Jessie!” There is a voice again. Where does it come from? The Lifestream?

“Jessie!” again….

And then there’s more than the black from before. More than just silence. There’s headlights, and noise and people running up and down not wearing Shinra-gear.

“Jessie. It's me, Tifa. Can you hear me?” Barely, considering the surrounding noises…Ah yeah, best time for inside jokes - literally

“Tifa?...Haven’t you gone ahead with Cloud?”

“I’ll catch up with him soon enough.” she smiles ruefully.

“You should go - the pillar is more important than me.” Jessie sees tears forming again in Tifa’s eyes.

“Okay, but try to hold on…they’re coming for you. I told them, Okay? Your location and all.”

Something starts ringing in Jessie’s ear. Tifa’s voice starts to become distant again. Jessie knows that she’ll lose consciousness soon enough again. One last message she could probably muster up...

"Hey, Tifa?" - “Hmmm?”

“Could you tell Biggs what he really meant to me? You were right, I should…have…told…him.” Tifa barely manages to keep her face straight. When she ran up the pillar, she came across a severely injured and unconscious Biggs. She checked on him of course and sent help, but she also knew that it might have meant no difference considering the situation.

So Tifa lies instead. “I will do that. Hang in there for now.” - “Thanks.” Jessie mumbles and she falls unconscious again.

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His hand leaves her cheek at this very moment. There’s no strength left in his body. Jessie still holds him tight though, not being able to understand the current situation.

“No!! No! Please!! …Biggs, open your eyes…please!! I didn't even get the chance to tell you…please, Biggs, come back to me.”

The amount of tears clouded her vision. His face is nothing more than a blur of different colors by now. Yet, she can't stop sobbing uncontrollably.

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Notes:

I don't even know how many tears I shed while writing this...

The flashback scene is inspired by chapter 12 of Remake, when Biggs and Jessie are basically both at the brink of their deaths on the pillar.

Slight spoiler for Rebirth too:

When you need to face Corneo for Dio there's actually a Corneo-fied Tomberry you need to fight, so I kinda got inspired by that when Corneo uses the line about liking them here. (The fight sucks though, but actually doesn't if you use items/materia that decline instant death)

Also, just one more chapter to go, and I still can't stop sobbing...just like Jessie

[yunieluna]

Another pic that's featuring my fanfic... chapter 2 ...and they're both looooooking so concerned 🥲

[yunieluna]

Gimme some more chips/crisps please 😋

[yunieluna]

Also love the consistency they maintain with even minor details like Biggs' (and Wedge's) favorite snack from Remake.

...and that Jessie's Mom apparently knows all their favorites and stacked up on them. 🥺

(Who else chose the chips/crisps with Cloud when presented the choice to get one snack for free in Rebirth? I'm definitely a Biggs and Wedge person in taste 😊✌🏻 ...and I didn't even remember what they were snacking in Remake & the Biggs scene was after that decision as well 😋)

[instrifes]

biggs 😭🫶

[yunieluna]

Experiencing the survivor guilt trope with him was gut wrenching. 😭😭😭

He'd done nothing but help others. He's funding the Leaf House and constantly worries about everyone else...😢

He literally got shot protecting Wedge. 😭💚

[xiiiwayfinders]

Biggs trying to bomb the reactor but it not working because there's no Jessie to build the bomb and him getting caught and killed because there's no Wedge to keep watch....

[yunieluna]

Great observation. They are a unity, each of them has a certain purpose.

A cog in a machine, if one part is missing, the whole thing isn't working anymore. Which basically means they can't really exist without each other.

The OG tag is interesting...cause I never got the feeling that Biggs was the leader of their trio. He was the strategist and thinker but not deciding on things.

Rebirth emphasized that too.