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omegasquire · 4 months ago

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Rose Gold: Ch 21

Cloud’s gaze was on the outer window of the elevator, once more taking in the sight of Midgar as he and Aerith were making their way back to Zack’s place. A quiet had settled between them, strangely comfortable unlike before.

He would’ve been content to pass the rest of the time in silence, but like a demon that shows up when you start thinking about them, Cloud’s quiet space was interrupted with the sound of an automated voice announcing their arrival. At first Cloud thought they had already made it to their floor, but when he looked over at the doors, he saw two unpleasant faces.

Tseng and Reno.

Cloud met Tseng already, but this would be his first time with Reno. Unlike his boss, Reno didn’t seem to be all that different. He still walked with a cocky swagger and wore his expression openly, clearly looking to stir the waters.

Cloud’s brows knitted and held his tongue. It was almost instinctive for him to bite the bait Reno was laying out with his provocative words, but he tried to hold his tongue.

Reno studied him a moment before snickering. “Well at least you don’t lash out like the other one. But you’re supposed to be older right?”

“Yeah.”

He wanted to tell Reno to go find another elevator. Much to his chagrin, both Turks stepped in and the doors closed behind them.

Reno sized him up. “Definitely better than talking to a kid. But y’know, ya gotta do something about those younger brothers of yours. It’s common courtesy to call before you drop by someone’s house.”

It seemed that the Reno here also had a bad habit of saying provocative lines. He probably liked using taunts and sarcastic remarks to get under his opponent’s skin too. Cloud always had a problem with Reno, though it wasn’t out of blind hatred. Their personalities just didn’t mesh well.

“They’re not my brothers.”

“Sure, sure.” Reno flapped a hand. “I wouldn't want them over for dinner either. They seem like they wouldn't be any fun.”

Reno slid into the space next to him. Aerith frowned when she saw this but couldn't interject as Reno looped an arm around Cloud's shoulders.

Tseng pressed the button for a different floor level, sending them up once more.

Cloud shrugged off Reno's arm, frowning. “If I could send them away, I would.”

Reno put his arm back around his shoulders again. “I have an idea.”

Tseng glanced their way. “Reno.”

Reno ignored the other man's warning tone and kept going. “Why don't you, I dunno, disappear? They're here for you, right? If you're gone, then they'll leave too.”

Cloud scowled and pushed the redhead’s arm off again. “What do you mean disappear?”

He knew what Reno meant. He knew the ugly hidden message in the Turk’s words. What he hated about it was that he had thought about it himself before, even if it was only for a split second.

The redhead gave him a pointed look, only smiling in that usual careless manner he was known for.

Aerith’s eyes widened as she caught on. “Reno! You don’t really–!”

Reno shrugged, still looking at Cloud. “Just a suggestion. What do you think?”

Cloud knew Reno was doing this on purpose to get him agitated, and it was difficult for him to ignore the trap. It was laid out in clear view, all he had to do was step in it.

He gritted his teeth. “And if it doesn’t work? Are you going to take responsibility for the aftermath?”

Reno’s gaze lazily rolled up to stare at the ceiling as he pretended to think. “But at least then we wouldn’t have to deal with Jenova turning your brain into a breakfast smoothie. That’s one– no, that’s two targets down right? Three to go. The family tree will be neatly trimmed.”

Cloud’s grip tightened on the bag he was holding.

Before he could respond, Reno was suddenly yanked away from him. Tseng had a fistful of Reno’s uniform in his hand as he dragged the redhead back to his side.

Tseng glanced at Cloud before glaring at Reno. “Enough.”

Reno held his hands up in surrender.

Aerith stepped forward, placing herself between Reno and Cloud. “That’s not funny! Reno, take that back.”

Reno didn’t look apologetic as he looked past Aerith to stare at Cloud again. “Sorry, yo. Don’t take it too seriously.”

It was clear Reno was still playing his game. It irritated Cloud, but he chose to ignore it. Instead, he touched Aerith’s arm and gave a small shake of his head. He wasn’t going to say he was fine with what just happened, but she didn’t need to defend him.

It still took time for him to get over the fact that he didn’t have the same relationship he had with his comrades and those he especially cherished, but at least Reno’s exaggerated animosity was the same.

Just looking at the guy’s eyes, he didn’t see hate. He saw a Turk being annoyingly calculative and testing how far he could poke a sleeping bear. It was the one thing that kept Cloud from snapping back at those abrasive comments.

Though, he still wanted to give the asshole a black eye.

Cloud turned his attention to Tseng this time and saw a similar calculative look in the man’s gaze. He was silently watching Cloud, observing his reactions and likely making his own judgment about how to handle him.

For better or worse, at least the Turks remained the same and Cloud didn’t have to be careful about their emotions like the others.

“We were heading to Zack’s. I’m going back to my ‘cage.’”

“You’ll have to wait on that.” Tseng released Reno and pointed at the display that was showing the floors they were climbing. Rather than stopping on the floor where Zack’s place was, it was going to keep climbing. “We have something important to discuss.”

“Strife’s little brothers are on the move,” Reno added as he nonchalantly fixed his suit.

“Where are they now?”

“As far as we know, on a boat headed towards Costa Del Sol. The rest of the details will be shared at the meeting.”

Cloud’s jaw clenched. He knew it was going to happen eventually, but he didn’t expect to already come. Weren’t they moving too fast? Shouldn’t it take longer to climb down the mountains?

Cloud silently cursed. He didn’t like this at all.

~*~

The noise of people chattering could be heard as they moved about the ship. A young man leaned against the railing from the topmost level. He looked like he was paying attention to what was going on below, but he was clearly conscious of what was standing behind him.

Or rather, who.

“We were wondering when you would join us… Father-in-law.”

The young man looked over his shoulder, a sarcastic smile curling his lips as his gaze landed on Vincent. Vincent didn’t respond.

Any stranger that heard the young man’s words would think that the two of them were actually son and father. The young man had dark hair and a lean figure; if not for his eyes being green, he would’ve looked like a younger version of Vincent.

However, their relationship was far from familial. The young man was actually one of Strife’s lookalikes using magic to conceal his true appearance. It was an illusion that Strife had shown before when Sephiroth and Avalanche had been chasing after his shadow. Whether it was his own innate talent or an ability that he borrowed from Jenova, it wasn’t clear, but it was certain that Strife’s brother had the same skill.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Vincent had been tailing the three brothers this whole time, he probably wouldn’t have been able to tell. He knew that the other two were somewhere on this ship, likely blending in with the rest of the ship’s passengers while leaving him space to speak with this one.

“Why bother disguising yourself?”

The young man straightened up and half turned toward him. “Shouldn’t you be glad? We quietly boarded this ship and haven’t harmed anyone on it.”

“You could easily man this ship yourself.”

“Yes, we could exterminate the insects on this ship and take care of things ourselves.” Green eyes slanted to look down below once more. “And you would try to fight us and stop it. Many would get hurt or die. But that’s not what you want. That’s why we’re standing here.”

Vincent said nothing in return because it was true. The only reason they were able to have this conversation without shedding blood was because of the civilians on this ship. They were ultimately hostages, and if he got into a fight with Strife’s brothers, then they would all be in danger. He’d already made the mistake of allowing people to die just while following them down the mountain.

Boarding the ship bound for Costa Del Sol was the closest he could come into contact with them, and still he couldn’t carelessly pull out his gun.

“Is your objective to take Cloud?” Even if he couldn’t fight, he could still try to get answers.

Strife’s brother didn’t answer right away. When he opened his mouth, it was to let out a dry laugh. “You make it sound like we’re kidnapping him. Brother belongs with us. Mother misses him, and has asked us to bring him home.”

Vincent’s eyes narrowed. “He’s not from this world.”

“Does it matter? He’s one of us.” The young man pointed at his head, then his chest. “We are one. He can’t run or hide from family.”

The answer was unsettling. Vincent didn’t understand what the pointing meant, but it didn’t bode well regardless. “That’s your only purpose then, to bring him to Jenova?”

A sneer followed his words. “You don’t need to know what we’re doing. Just sit still, Father-in-law. We’ll be in each other’s company for a while.”

Vincent’s hand curled into a fist. With the situation the way that it was, “sitting still” was the only thing he could do. He didn’t want to agitate things and give Strife’s brothers a reason to start slaughtering the people on the ship. Until they landed, he just had to remain vigilant.

~*~

“We are looking at a 4-5 days window before they reach Costa Del Sol.”

Tseng’s fingers moved across a tablet in his hand, manipulating an image on the screen. That same image was reflected on a larger screen that was projected in front of the group. Looking at it, there were dots that charted the expected nautical route of the ship that was headed for Costa Del Sol.

“Depending on the weather, this timeframe may be shortened or extended.” Tseng tapped his tablet and pulled up a different screen. “Knife departed to join up with Rod at Costa Del Sol. If the timing is right, they’ll be there just before Strife’s party makes it. Tentatively, the plan is to intercept before they board another boat or find some other transportation to head for Junon.”

Several pairs of eyes were staring at the screen. Displayed on it was a report from Vincent, the very same report he had shared with Reno and Knife was open for the others to read. True to Vincent’s style, the details were succinct with no room for ambiguity to the situation.

He was currently on board a cargo ship headed for Costa Del Sol. While not many passengers were on the ship, enough were present that Vincent couldn’t make a move on them. He would observe and only take action if they initiated anything. Until then, he wouldn’t be able to provide much communication while out at sea.

It was Shinra’s and Avalanche’s turn to make adjustments to their original plans.

“Should they board another ship for Junon, they will make it to the Eastern Continent within approximately three more days.” Tseng pulled up another nautical map.

Luckily, there was no port near Midgar. The closest was Junon, and from there it took time to travel across the mountain range dividing the two locations. This was a strategic choice by the previous President of Shinra and his cabinet. While more convenient from their perspective to have a naval port nearby, that also allowed their enemies easier access to their shores. Junon was the only place with the means to send out large ships and private planes. Civilians who had any business traveling between the two cities would have to take a different, less convenient route.

“If they steal one of the planes at Costa Del Sol, that travel time will be reduced,” Zack spoke up.

Tseng nodded. “Yes.”

“Then we can no longer wait.” Sephiroth’s gaze shifted to Rufus.

The blond-haired man was sitting in a relaxed manner, yet he was attentive to the contents of this meeting. It was the sort of look that only someone in Rufus’ position could wear: a person who always believed himself to be in the seat of power regardless of what happened around him. He exhibited a calm and cool demeanor that countered Sephiroth’s own somewhat cold personality.

Tseng had sat in on many of their meetings before, acting as Rufus’ shadow and support. He was kept apprised of all important information so as to effectively move the Turks according to the President’s will. It was a position he originally thought he’d never have when he first joined Turks and fell under the supervision of its previous leader, but with his mentor’s passing as well as Rufus’ father’s, Tseng dedicated himself to Rufus and all that surrounded him.

He would give his life for Rufus. He almost did, when Strife’s threat was at its peak and Rufus nearly died under the structural collapse of the building. One could say it was a miracle that they had escaped with the injuries they now have. Tseng didn’t care whether it was a miracle or not; he was simply glad that he could prevent Rufus’ death.

He couldn’t quite say that Rufus was “safe and sound,” but a crippled leg was better than nothing at all. Rufus never blamed him for it, and instead treated the injury like a trophy. A sign of victory that defied what should’ve been inevitable. Strife was dead, but he was not. And likewise, Midgar still thrived despite the damage it sustained.

Tseng looked at that stubborn and proud man right now.

“Any word from Corel?” Rufus asked, shifting his posture to rest his elbow on the chair’s armrest.

“Our contact within Barret’s staff went down to find him, but we haven’t heard or seen anything yet.”

It was always hard to contact Barret once the man went down into the mines. As time progressed, the deeper his crew went, and over the years that he had been working to restore the network, he became busier than ever. It was like he was trying to make up for all the time that had been lost during Shinra’s monopoly over Corel and the manufacturing of materia.

“Get someone else to fetch him.” Rufus loosely curled his fingers and supported his chin atop them. “He is the closest from your group that can provide support.”

Support. It was a derisive way for Rufus to define the importance of Avalanche’s role in the incoming battle.

Glancing at Sephiroth, Tseng saw that the words had easily rolled off the man’s shoulders. It was a familiar scene for the two to have word battles with each other, particularly when Rufus was openly jabbing at those who didn’t directly fall under his control.

The same couldn’t be said about the others in the room when it came to Rufus’ words. Cid and Yuffie took offense and spat their opinions none too subtly. Aerith’s lips were pursed in clear displeasure, though she held her tongue. Zack didn’t look pleased either, sighing harshly.

The only other person who remained relatively unaffected was Cloud. It was hard to say if this was because Cloud wasn’t originally part of this world, or if he was avoiding reacting to the comment. Based on their previous encounter, Cloud had negative feelings for Rufus. It was evident they had a rocky relationship in his world as well.

“And how about our honored guest?” Rufus’ attention shifted to the other blond. The corners of his lips curled slightly in a deceptively genial smile.

Cloud’s face was obscured by the helmet he had yet to remove, but his next words were enough to express the frown that was surely on his lips. “I’ve shared everything I know with Sephiroth.”

“Oh?” Rufus feigned ignorance. “I haven’t heard anything. In fact, you have yet to accept my invitation.”

“Not interested.”

“Tomorrow. I believe my schedule is free after noon.” Rufus looked to Tseng, ignoring Cloud’s immediate refusal. “This won’t be a problem, will it?”

Tseng bowed his head slightly. In addition to being Rufus’ right hand, he took on certain secretarial duties. Unknowingly, he had become more and more involved in Rufus’ personal and professional life over the years working with him.

“Not at all.”

Rufus smiled and returned his focus on Cloud. “Bring along the hand that leads if you wish. Company is welcome.”

Tseng watched as Cloud’s fist tightened on the bag he was holding. He had noticed it in the elevator and silently questioned what it was about. Surely, it was a product of Aerith’s influence; he knew the young woman enough to tell she was using her own methods to get Cloud to warm up to her.

“We will use this opportunity to gauge the true strength of Strife’s brothers,” Rufus continued and looked at the screen again. “We will give them a warm welcome.”

“We’ll prepare for immediate departure if it shows that they can’t be stopped at Costa Del Sol,” Sephiroth responded.

“Good. I don’t like rats crawling around my front yard.” This time, the smile on Rufus’ lips was cruel. If there was one thing he hated, it was someone or something threatening what he deemed was his. This included Midgar and its surrounding areas, all of Shinra assets, and even his own people.

Tseng felt the hint of warmth in his chest as he heard these vicious words. He was quick to suppress it and looked at Reno who lounged on one of the chairs as if he didn’t care about what was going on. The redhead met his gaze and gave a shrug in return, accepting the order that was silently being conveyed to him. Even if Reno could be a pain to deal with at times, he was still smart enough to understand his role and do what needed to be done.

“We’re done,” Rufus finalized and gestured for Tseng to wrap things up.

Tseng nodded and cut the projection from his tablet. The others started to split up and leave; the objective of their sudden meeting had been achieved and now they were back to a waiting game.

Holding off until it was just the two of them, Tseng passed his tablet to Rufus as the other man held out his hand and addressed him.

“President.”

Rufus didn’t say anything, but he was listening.

“Is it necessary to meet with him?”

“Should tools merely sit on the shelf to be looked at?” Rufus responded easily as he flicked his finger across the screen. “They must be handled. Over and over. Until they have reached the extent of their use.”

Sharp, ice-blue eyes looked up at Tseng. “I treat my favorites with care.”

Tseng said nothing in return. That warmth returned, and this time he let it linger.

#{ rose gold }

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heartlessfujoshi · 8 months ago

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the horndog and the prince(ss) - a rufusreno multichapter fic

Title: The Horndog and the Prince(ss) Chapter: 6 of 10 Fandom: FFVII Compilation Pairing: RufusReno (Rufus Shinra x Reno) Rating: Explicit (Explicit Sexual Content - Timeline what Timeline - Oral Sex ) Word Count: ~2,835

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The walk back to his apartment felt like the longest walk in the world. Rufus knew that wasn’t true, as it really was a very quick walk to the elevators, and then up to his penthouse suite at the top of the tower. But when there’s an undying thirst burning in his veins, and the ache to be inside his apartment with the person that was standing right next to him in the elevator, it felt like a lifetime. The seconds weren’t going fast enough as the elevator lifted up to his floor, his hands fidgeting with the belt on his coat as he willed the elevator to move faster.

“Relax, yo.” Reno commented, keeping his distance from him. “Ya know I ain’t goin’ anywhere tonight.”

Their eyes met through the reflection on the elevator doors, and he could see a smirk on Reno’s lips. The redhead could feel how bad he was dying for him. Rufus could manage his tells pretty well, but right now, all he wanted to do was be consumed by this man. This person who was the most unlikely person he should be with, yet here he was, starved to the touch of needing to be with Reno.

“I’m fine.” Rufus flipped his hair off of his forehead as the elevator finally came to a stop.

“No, ya ain’t.”

“Shut up.” He didn’t have to tolerate this teasing. Although it was making his stomach roll, and his hands were now clammy as they inched closer and closer to his front door. He pulled out his key and opened the electronic lock, then pushed it open, not bothering to say a word to Reno as he heard the door slam shut, with no doubt the redhead now inside with him.

A hand wound its way around his neck, Rufus gasping at the sudden pressure he hadn’t been expecting. “Listen up, Princess, cuz I ain’t gonna repeat myself. I know yer horny. I know ye wanna fuck. But we’re gonna act like civilized people fer a bit, okay?”

“Is that why you’re choking me?” He asked, his voice strained as the hand against his throat was unrelenting with its hold.

Reno let go of his neck, Rufus dropping back down to his feet, unaware that he’d been holding himself up. “Nah, yo. I knew you’d probably like that.”

He rolled his shoulders back, then turned to look at the Turk. “You’re not wrong.” Now it was his turn to wear the smirk, then went into his kitchen to pour himself a drink. “Whisky?”

“Yes, please.” Reno dropped down onto the chair at his counter, and leaned back. “No ice.”

“No ice.” Rufus remembered from Reno’s previous stay at his suite that he didn’t take ice in his drinks, but it was a nice reminder nonetheless. “Would you care for some Wutaiian food for dinner?”

The redhead nodded. He saw him pull his phone out of his pocket. “My treat.”

“Is it, though?” With a smirk on his face, he set the drink he’d poured for Reno in front of him. “Technically I pay you, so really, it’s my treat.”

An aggravated sigh left Reno’s mouth. “Would ya shut up? I’m tryin’ ta do somethin’ nice fer ya, and yer telling me that yer the one payin’. Now, what do ya want? Beef with broccoli is yer fave, isn’t it?”

“How did you know that?” Rufus was genuinely surprised to hear Reno say that.

“Boss, we’ve ordered food enough times together that I know yer order.” Reno shook his head, and then held the phone to his ear. “Hey, yo. I wanna order some food fer delivery.”

Rufus tuned him out as he ordered their dinner, taking a moment to take off his jacket and undo the first few buttons on his shirt after loosening his black tie. He hung up the jacket on the back of the other chair next to where Reno was sitting, and then saw him beckon him over. Rufus approached, and saw him turn the chair outwards, giving him the opportunity to stand comfortably between his thighs.

What he hadn’t expected was for Reno to continue talking on the phone while he undid his pants and pulled his cock out for Rufus to look at. He bit his lip, drool beginning to slip from the corner of his mouth as he stared at the glistening tip. Licking his lips, he saw Reno look at him, then held his cock out against the palm of his hand.

Slowly sinking down to his knees, Rufus brought his head to Reno’s lap and inhaled deeply. The strong smell of musk hit his nostrils, making his mouth water more. He had never done this to Reno. He wasn’t sure why, because he did like the act itself. Reno had always shrugged it off, and then would suck on his cock instead, making Rufus forget about what he’d wanted to do in the first place. But now, here was the redhead, offering himself up without so much as a complaint as Rufus became hypnotized by the precum dripping from the slit.

He brought his mouth to Reno’s cock, and gave the tip a tentative lick. He heard Reno inhale sharply, but then played it off as he continued speaking into the phone. Rufus had no idea why the order was taking as long as it was, but if it kept the redhead occupied, then it was fine. He didn’t care. He just didn’t want Reno to have second thoughts and would deny him this tasty treat. The first taste of his essence stayed on the back of his tongue, his mouth ruminating the flavor that was there. It was a bit bitter, but also a tad bit sweet, and as he swallowed it down he released a deep groan.

Wrapping his lips around the tip, Rufus began to suck on it gently, getting a taste of Reno’s heated skin as he let his tongue press up against the firm flesh. He felt Reno’s hand on his hair, and released another groan as he pushed his lips down his thick shaft, his nose getting closer to where that rich musk was. His nose hit Reno’s pubic bone, the red kinky curls pushing against his nostrils, tickling him in a way that made his own cock throb inside of his pants.

As he slowly pulled his mouth back up towards the tip, he looked up and saw that Reno was watching him. The redhead inhaled again, but passed it off as he finished up his phone call. As soon as that call ended, though, all bets were off and Rufus couldn’t wait to see what Reno was going to do.

Reno slipped off the chair and brought both of his hands to his head, and rolled his hips slow. “Ya like suckin’ my cock, beautiful?” A muted bawdy moan left Rufus’ mouth as he nodded his head, his eyes rolling back as he let Reno take full control of him. Reno’s cock slid back and forth against his tongue, his hips moving at a slow pace. “Yer mouth is so fuckin’ nice, Ruf’. I don’t deserve it.”

That was bullshit. Reno deserved it, and he was happily giving it to him. He would keep his mouth latched to his cock forever if he could. Rufus moaned low, closing his eyes as he pushed more of Reno’s cock into his mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of his throat, making him gag for a quick second, but the moment passed, and he heard Reno release the most erotic moan.

“Fuck, Ruf’.” Reno’s hips began to snap back and forth, back and forth. Rufus bobbed his head, keeping up with the fast pace that Reno was now setting. He palmed his own erection, needing to stifle the burning desire he was feeling as he serviced his Turk this way. “Ye want a yummy treat, baby?” Reno asked, his own moans growing louder. “Cuz yer about ta get one.”

He moaned low, preparing himself for what was about to happen. Rufus began to suck harder on Reno’s cock, knowing that the redhead was about to explode. As he bobbed his head, he felt Reno’s hips stutter, and felt his cock go completely stiff against the back of his tongue. A loud moan left Reno’s mouth as warm cum began to shoot down Rufus’ throat. He began to swallow on reflex alone, unable to savor the way the thick jizz coated his throat. All he could do was keep swallowing, as Reno emptied his balls into his mouth. He moaned, his own pants becoming wet as he came, unable to stop himself as the pleasure was too great.

Rufus licked and sucked more on his cock as Reno pulled his limp flesh from between his lips. “I’m not finished.” Rufus murmured, kissing and nuzzling the semi-hard flesh. “I want more.”

“And I wanna fuck ya.” Reno held onto his chin, forcing him to look up at him. “I know ye came. And I know ye can do it again.”

“I can.” He nodded his head, his head still swimming after that act. “Right now? What about our food?”

“We’ve got ten minutes before it gets here, yo.”

“That’s not enough time.” Rufus tried not to sound upset, but ten minutes? No way that would be enough.

Reno grinned. “It’ll be a quickie, but I promise ye that it won’t be the only time.”

“It had better not be.”

Rufus got up from his knees, and walked towards his bedroom, stripping out of his clothes as he did. Rufus could hear Reno doing the same, clothes dropping to the floor like they were leaving a trail. He got onto his knees, and pushed his ass back, wanting Reno to stay standing on the side of the bed. The redhead got the suggestion, and brought the tip of his cock to Rufus’ already spread hole.

“R-Reno…” He moaned low, as he felt the naked flesh teasing his anus. He pushed his hips back, his mind spinning again as the neediness to be filled returned.

“I’m clean.” Reno murmured into his ear, as he put his hand on the back of Rufus’ neck. “Ya want it bareback today, Princess?”

A deep moan left his mouth as he nodded his head. “Do it.” He begged, his voice thick with lust as it burned bright in his veins. “Give me your cock, Reno.”

“It would be my pleasure, yo.”

He heard the bottle of lube being open, and then felt some drip onto his rim. Reno put the tip of his cock back up against his hole, and Rufus dropped his face down to the mattress as he was penetrated for the first time without any barriers. He moaned softly, his brain all but shutting down as the pleasure began to overwhelm him.

“That’s it, Princess…” Reno’s voice drifted into his ears as he felt his cock slide against his inner walls. “It feels good like this, don’t it?”

“Gods, yes.” He moaned lower, his chest resting against the bed as his hips pushed backwards. He felt more of Reno’s cock slip into him with the small action, and exhaled another deep moan. “Fuck….”

Rufus reached for his cock, balancing himself on his left arm as he felt Reno push forward again. His hand gripped his cock, stroking himself in time to the thrusts of Reno’s. He moaned into the bed, his hand moving faster as he approached another orgasm. He knew that time wasn’t on their side right now, but it wasn’t about to stop him from coming. Pushing his hips back hard, he felt Reno slip deep inside of him, making his eyes roll back in his head as it was the right amount of pressure to make him explode. He moaned through his orgasm, jerking himself off as he felt Reno’s hips snap back and forth.

Reno pulled his cock out at just the last second, warm heat hitting the small of his back as he heard Reno jerk himself off to completion. Rufus moaned low, his hand no longer on his cock as he fell onto the bed, thoroughly spent after such a quick session.

“Didn’t wanna make ye dirty yet.” Reno kissed the back of his neck before going into his bathroom to grab a towel.

Breathing through his nose, Rufus gave a weak nod of his head. “Thanks.” He knew that there was plenty of time to make a complete mess of himself. For now, this was enough.

The doorbell rang, and Reno went and answered it with his full uniform back on, while Rufus had chosen to stay naked, wearing only his bathrobe. Once the food was set out on the table, he instructed Reno to take his clothes back off, which the redhead happily did before sitting across from him.

“This looks good.” Rufus commented, looking at the spread that Reno had ordered. “Thank you.”

“Yer welcome, yo.” Reno stabbed a pair of chopsticks at some spring rolls and began to eat one. “I don’t know about ye, but I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”

Rufus picked up a piece of broccoli and munched on it. “I do believe I’m ravenous.” He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until the food was set in front of him.

They devoured it without talking too much. Once they were finished, they went and sat together over on Rufus’ couch, with Rufus sitting on Reno’s lap facing him. He let the robe fall open so that his cock could be pushed up against Reno’s, who had his hands resting comfortably on Rufus’ ass.

“Can we have more now?” Rufus asked, as he pushed his hips forward in a teasing manner. “Or is it too soon?”

A low chuckle left Reno’s mouth as he gave Rufus’ ass a good, hard squeeze. “It’s never too soon, Princess.” His fingers dipped down to his crack, and began to rub along the rim. Rufus moaned, lifting himself up on Reno’s thighs as those questing fingers teased and tormented him. “Ya sure are horny for sex, ain’t ya?”

“W-With you, yes.” Rufus admitted, knowing it was probably stupid to say but he was feeling generous right now as the tip of Reno’s cock nudged against his hole.

“That’s what I like ta hear.”

Rufus moaned low as Reno slipped back inside of him, stretching him in a way that always felt so incredibly good. He dropped his arms to rest on his shoulders, and began to set the pace for them. He knew he was in full control right now, and it was good. Oh, by the Gods, was it ever fucking good. He could feel Reno’s cock throb against his inner walls, making him gasp as he hadn’t been expecting to feel him flex like that.

“Ride me, Ruf’.” Reno murmured into his ear. “I wanna see ya come again cuz of me.”

He began to bounce himself on Reno’s lap, chasing after that next orgasm that seemed to be within reach. Rufus howled as Reno’s hand touched his cock, stroking him off as he continued to find that right angle that Reno’s cock could penetrate him deeper. Rufus tossed his head back as another orgasm hit him hard and fast, his entire body feeling like it was on fire as he was pulled into oblivion by the redhead. Reno bit down hard on his neck as he bounced him faster on his lap, and then, Rufus felt the redhead come deep inside of him, that rush of liquid heat making him release a deep, satisfied moan.

Dropping his head against Reno’s shoulder, Rufus panted hard. “That was something else.” He could barely get the words out, but he heard Reno laugh in response, which made him smile. “I can’t move.”

“I don’t wantcha ta.” Reno’s arms surrounded him, the robe still resting against his back as it swung wide open, sheltering both of their bodies. “Yer perfect where ya are, yo.”

“I’m glad you’re here.” He brought his mouth to Reno’s, and began to kiss with him slow, eager kisses. The fire flamed, but then returned to an ember as their kisses grew more lethargic. “I missed you.”

“I know.” Reno kissed him again, then brought him up higher on his lap, his cock having slipped out of him at some point during their kisses. “I’m glad I’m here too.”

It was enough for the moment. Rufus secretly hoped that his contact that was traveling to Costa del Sol would be delayed for at least two more days. Having only one night with Reno wasn’t going to be enough. Rufus kept his head against Reno’s shoulder, and decided he’d worry about that later. Right now, he only wanted to exist and think about nothing except for when they were going to have another go at it. He exhaled a content sigh, and snuggled closer to the redhead, content for the moment.

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Cross-posted to AO3

#rufusreno #my writing #fanfic

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after-witch · 4 years ago

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A Private Cell (Yandere FF7 Reno x Reader)

Title: A Private Cell (Yandere Reno x Reader)

Synopsis: @damtoti said: Can I request FF7 Reno with reader as his prisoner?

Word Count: 1600ish

notes: yandere, violence

The handcuffs bite into your wrists so tightly that you think you’re losing feeling in your hands. You can't tell if they lack circulation or if the tingling feeling is just a by-product of your hands being tightly kept behind your back for hours and hours. There's no mirror in whatever room he dragged you into, but you know there's a bruise blooming on your jaw. You can still move it, so it's not broken, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt like hell.

You've never been arrested before. You never even got in trouble at school. Though, you realize, you weren't exactly arrested. You weren't taken into custody during daylight hours by officials who escorted you into a precinct or tossed you in a jail cell stuffed with offenders.

You were grabbed after you locked up the shop, after you stepped into the alley on the way home. You struggled and screamed at your attacker, all flashes of red and white and black, but a good sucker punch and a bag over your head took care of things as your vision went fuzzy and finally black.

The next thing you remember, well: you're here. Sitting on a wobbly metal chair with your hands tightly cuffed behind your back. The room is dimly lit by overhead lights and the only thing remarkable about it are the occasional dots of rusty looking stains that make you shiver.

You don't contemplate these stains for much longer, because the metal door to the room screeches open and in saunters the man who punched you in the jaw. His vibrant red hair stands out even in the dim light of the room, but it's his clothing that stands out the most. It looks... expensive. Not flashy-expensive, not gold chains and black market furs, but tailored. Professional. It makes your stomach twist into knots. You've heard of... special forces, before, of groups that do the dirty work for Shinra and do it very well. You don't know if he's part of that, but he's part of something. What the hell does something like this want with you, of all people?

He grabs a chair from the corner and pulls it--the scraping of metal-on-concrete has never been so loud--until it's a few feet away from you. He flips it around and sits himself down, leaning his elbow casually on the back of the chair.

"Hope you're comfy." It's sarcasm, but the way he says it so conversationally makes you wish you could throw a punch. "Let's get this out of the way. You're... you. You're (Y/N). I'm Reno, and that's all you need to know for now."

You lick your lips, dry from the cold air, and start to ask a question--How do you know my name?--but he raises a partially gloved hand to silence you.

"Up-up, I'll do the talkin' for now. Lemme be straight with you, (Y/N), because I don't have time for games and I can tell you’re a real honest person, right? Fess up, and I'll put in a good word for ya. Be stubborn and, well." He scratches his chin and shrugs, as if he really doesn't want to consider the idea of you being "stubborn," whatever that meant. “Best to be honest.”

He rests his chin back in his hands and stares at you. You don’t like his gaze. You don’t like the way his gaze seems... familiar, like he’s seen you before and knows what you might say.

But he just keeps staring and it’s your turn to talk, you guess.

"I..." your voice is unavoidably scratchy, and you do your best to clear it before you continue. "I don't understand what's going on. I didn't do anything."

He stares at you. And then he yawns. Slow, deliberate and annoyingly condescending.

"Yeah yeah, I've heard that one before." He shakes his head and the acting is so good that you might almost believe that he feels sorry for you. "I'm offerin' you a great deal here, (Y/N). We don't usually do that, y'know?"

You can feel tears beginning to well up. Your hands are buzzing in numb, brittle pain and even the slightest shift of your wrist sends bolts of sharp pain up to your elbows. You’re in way over your head, and you don’t even know why.

"Listen, Reno," you say his name, then wonder if you should have said it from the way his face seems to animate at your words. Whether or not he's mad or surprised is difficult to gauge, and you don't have the mental energy to try. "I swear I don't know what you think I did. I'm not... I'm not that type of person, I don't get into trouble like this."

He stands up and in a swift sudden movement, pivots the chair around. The noise makes you jerk and you can only stare as he pulls the chair closer, this time leaning in towards you. It's an uncomfortable mixture of intimate and intimidating, and he seems to know it. He has a soft smile on his face, almost friendly, almost kind. He wants you to trust him so badly.

"The boss doesn't have me pick up randos for no reason. C'mon, just own up to it, and this'll be over soon." He opens his arms up, a placating gesture. You stare at his hands, palm-up, and wonder if he's killed people with them. If he'll kill you.

When you don't speak up--you can't, you reason, you really can't when you have nothing to confess--he sighs, languid and deceptively mundane. He pulls something out of his pocket and whips it to the side. It's a baton. You imagine him bashing it into your skull and your heart starts to race. He presses a button, and it sizzles. Ah, it's a taser, too. You don't have experience with being electrocuted but that doesn't stop your entire body from trembling. Pain shoots up your elbows as your wrists shake of their own volition.

He steps closer, and you wince instinctively and all you can think about is how much this is going to hurt. He presses that button again but before he can swing, you cry out: "Wait! Wait!"

He pauses. Mercifully. The crackling electricity is gone as he slings the baton, resting it on his shoulder. He raises his eyebrows. Well?

You feel your shoulders slump. You have to tell him something. Something that will make him think you're admitting... whatever it is they think you did. They must have the wrong person. You can sort that out later, though, when you're not being threatened with a weapon and an electrical current.

"I--I sometimes sell things." He stares. You continue. "I mean, I sometimes sell things... under the table? Things I shouldn't be selling?"

He slowly sits himself back down on the chair and it's all you can do not to cry in relief. He resumes a casual stance that would feel less intimidating if you weren’t tied up and fighting back tears.

"Tell me more, (Y/N). Who do you sell to?"

You are a terrible liar. You know this, and he might be able to see it. So you half-close your eyes and glance to the side and try your best to look ashamed.

"They... said they work out of Wall Market."

"Ohh." Reno lifts his chin back a little, as if he's realized what type of person you are and what you do, and now you feel real shame heating your cheeks. You would never associate with Wall Market, not if you could help it. You were luckier than most to be able to avoid blackmail and seedy deals.

"So," he says, leaning forward with determination. "Tell me their name."

You freeze. You don't have a name to give. You can't give a fake name. And you can't give a real name, either, because then you'll be implicated and if it ever got back to the real person, you can bet they won't be merciful for you ratting them out. Especially ratting them out for a fake black market transaction that never happened.

"I..." You swallow. Your throat feels prickly. “I can’t say.”

Wrong answer, you think. Wrong wrong answer. He shakes his head and tuts and slaps a hand on his thigh before standing up. He towers over you and you brace yourself for the baton and the electricity and wonder if you should just shout out a name before he can get a good whack at you.

Instead, he walks behind you and fiddles with your too-tight handcuffs. They fall off your wrists and their sudden loss returns the circulation with an agonizing rush. You cry out and he begins massaging your tortured wrists. The gesture feels strangely intimate and you can’t help but think of his baton and the taser and the bruise on your jaw.

"Yeah, that'll happen if they’re on too long." You don't have time to think of a reply before he continues, still softly massaging your aching wrists. "Tell you what. We'll continue our little... discussion tomorrow, yeah? And in the meantime.."

He tightens a different pair of cuffs around your wrists. They're snug and firm but lined with something that keeps them from making you wince, at least.

"I don't trust these other guys to be alone with a... pretty thing like you, y'know? I took you in, so I’m responsible for you until you ‘fess up everything."

He pushes you forward as the metal door is opened from the outside. You glance at the guards on either side of the door, but you know they wouldn’t help you. Especially when you’re flanked by someone who is probably their superior.

“Where… are we going?” You ask. Your voice echoes a little in the poorly lit hallway, muffled by two pairs of footsteps as you’re shuffled along, an unwilling prisoner.

“Told ya,” he says, winding one of his arms around your bound elbows and tugging you closer to his back. “You’re in my custody now.”

#yandere #reno x reader #yandere final fantasy #ff7 reno #afterwitch writes #spoiler: the boss did not order this #double spoiler: you're screwed

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luvleekaotix-imagines · 5 years ago

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I feel like there have been Turks that will forcibly button up Reno's shirts for him. Knowing Reno he's probably sewed the first few button holes up. Maybe even glued the buttons holes shut so

A/N: oh i’m sure they’ve tried…

People in your department guessed you’d be the next Turk candidate. There was a long song and dance involved to see if you were suitable, but at this rate you felt like you’d just outright reject the offer if it was made.

The Turks were identifiable by how impeccably dressed they were and you honestly loved the uniform. You would have been so proud to wear it. Wear it properly. Unlike some people.

You were on the way to see Tseng when you turned a corner and bumped into some one. You didn’t even need to look up; you got a whiff of a particular cologne and a view of an inappropriate amount of chest and you knew who you had run into.

“If it isn’t my favourite little intern.” Reno very pointedly stood in your way and grinned at you.

Stupid red head. You also stood your ground and glowered at him. “Daycare is on ground floor. I think they’re teaching kids to properly dress themselves. Maybe you should go down there and check it out?” You didn’t miss a beat as you cheerfully spat your words at him and tried to get around him.

Reno simply side-stepped to block your path again. “You know I’m technically one of your superiors. It doesn’t look great when you don’t treat me with respect.” What a hypocrite. You knew Reno was never one to respect anyone he didn’t feel deserve his respect. He rebelled and was constantly unprofessional, but still touted as one of the best Turks. “C’mon, little intern, don’t you wanna be friends?”

You worked your jaw, trying to keep your frustration in check. He knew how to push all your buttons just by being present and it annoyed you to all hell. You wanted to call him out on his shit, but you also didn’t want risk saying something that would really get you into trouble.

Reno. Was. So. Annoying. His dumb good-looking face, his stupid nice smelling cologne, his awful fucking stylish—

You suddenly grabbed Reno by his shirt collar and yanked him towards you. The redhead was not expecting you to react so physically. The two of you were so close. He could see a very vicious fire burning in your eyes. “Button. Your. Fucking. Shirt. Reno.” You quietly, pointedly, sternly, ground out every word as you buttoned his shirt for him.

When you were done you shoved him back and continued on your way to the elevator. Reno turned to watch you, slightly dazed. You smirked and gave him a middle finger as a goodbye just as the doors closed.

Holy fucking shit. Reno did not want to admit how attracted he was to you right in that moment.

Bonus:

When Tseng saw Reno later in the day, the redhead’s shirt was still buttoned. The boss couldn’t help but feel a little smug. “Reno, have you seen our intern today?” He knew the answer of course; the question was just a gentle little jab.

Reno paused, but then scowled in realising what Tseng meant. He hastily undid his shirt buttons again.

You were definitely exceeding Tseng’s expectations as a Turk candidate.

#final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #ff7 #ffvii #reno x reader #reno #he's just such a piece of shit #i love him #i hate him #wait #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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kimmimaru · 3 years ago

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Ok so I have to share this. I haven’t written smut in a while but I’m pretty pleased with how this turned out. There is sexual content here, be warned.

XXX

Reno swallows, shoving fingers of his good hand through his hair. He bows his head and falls quiet. “I killed him...for you,” He says under his breath as Tseng takes a seat at his side. Reno feels fingers in his hair again, he feels the tips brush his cheek, sliding down to his neck. They come to rest at his collar, Reno opens his eyes and turns to face his boss. Tseng's sat close, the sofa only a two-seater and it sinks in the centre with their weight. Something trembles under Reno's skin, he feels a shiver creep up his spine. They're pressed against one another, side by side. Tseng's fingers rise, curling around the back of Reno's neck. He draws him in, nose brushing the side of Reno's face, hot breath ghosting over the tiny hairs on his skin. Reno shivers. He feels Tseng's lips against his jaw as he tilts Reno's head a little. His thumb presses lightly against Reno's cheek, the rest fanned out through his hair, just behind his ear. Reno turns into Tseng, noses touching. He closes his eyes, soaking in the feel of Tseng's breath on his skin. Reno lifts his own hand, pushing his fingers deep into Tseng's hair. It's just as thick and soft as he'd always imagined. He dug his finger tips into Tseng's scalp and finally their lips meet. Tseng's lips are warm and dry, his breath smells like the vodka they'd both been drinking. The touch is light, almost wary as they test boundaries. Tseng tugs him closer, fingers curling tighter in Reno's hair. Reno goes easily, twisting a little and throwing a leg over Tseng's so he's now straddling his lap. “I could have lost you,” Tseng whispers hoarsely, moving to leave open-mouthed kisses down Reno's neck. Reno holds Tseng's shoulder, shuddering as Tseng pushes his fingers up under his shirt. His hand spreads across his hip, he follows the curve of it to Reno's back side. Reno bites back a moan, ignoring the constant throb of pain in the arm strapped firmly into a sling. “I'm still here,” Reno whispers back, eyes snapping shut when Tseng lightly bites at his jaw, “I'm...still alive.” “Yes.” Tseng hisses, pulling Reno down as he thrusts his hips up against his backside. “You are.” Reno grunts, leaning down and capturing Tseng's mouth with his own again. This time Reno opens his mouth, inviting Tseng's tongue inside. Tseng obliges, fingers tightening on Reno's hair as it spills down his back. He pulls his head into a more comfortable position and deepens the kiss. Reno moans, hips jerking as Tseng drags him closer so his cock is pressed against his belly. Tseng's head is tilted back against the cushions, his other hand sliding between them to open Reno's pants. Reno's breathing hard now. His cock aching as Tseng draws it out and finally curls his fingers around its length. Reno's hips push upwards just as Tseng's do. He grunts into Tseng's mouth, no longer kissing, just breathing the same air. He doesn't open his eyes. He can't. Not when all this could disappear into nothing. He could be dreaming and if he is, he doesn't want to wake up. Tseng uses his free hand to start undoing Reno's buttons. They pop open one by one, he feels the fabric part and then Tseng pulls his head back. Reno feels Tseng's mouth on his chest and grips his hair harder. He bares his teeth at the ceiling, thrusting into Tseng's hand. A moan slips past his lips, it sounds too much like Tseng's name. He feels Tseng's lips move against his skin, forming words he doesn't give voice to. Reno clutches at him, holding him where he is. He can't look at him. He can't make this real. Already, as he reaches his peak, he can feel the moment slip through his fingers like sand. He holds tighter, trying to grasp desperately at the moment before it ends. When it does he curses, voice gone hoarse as he arches against Tseng's warmth. And then he goes limp. He falls forward, face buried in Tseng's hair as he pants and shivers. Tseng holds him, fingers light on the bare skin of his back.

#tseng/reno #smut I guess #my writing

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sorabeebb · 4 years ago

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After reading a lot of fics and imagines, I decided to write and post something about my Oc and Reno during the events of Before Crisis 😊

Hope you like it! And I’m sorry if Reno is out of character and if there’re mistakes, english isn’t my first language.

Pairing: Reno x Oc (Neila)

Warnings: swearing, blood,torture, mentions of dead.

Word count : 3024

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The deafening sound that was being made by the chopper’s propeller didn’t give a chance to strike up a conversation. The long ride to the proximities of Nibelheim was spent in complete silence between the two Turks and the SOLDIER. It wasn’t uncommon during war times that the brute-strength from SOLDIER and the slyly approach, a Turk’s trait, were paired up when required. Although the built-up rivalry between the two sections could be almost touched.

Tseng ,on one of the two pilot seats, never took part in these meaningless arguments. He thought both divides had their purposes to benefit Shinra interests. The Turks were more suitable for works which didn’t need a straight strike like SOLDIERs were. Of course they had to deal with more or less undesirable tasks but Turks were more refined than that.

However Reno at his left, on the other pilot seat was everything a Turk shouldn’t be. He had got a big mouth, usually tried to pick up fights with SOLDIERs, with obnoxious ways of doing missions but he was good accomplishing them nevertheless. Tseng had to give that to him.

On the other hand was Neila, a second-class SOLDIER, at the back of the chopper. Tseng had scouted her some years prior in Junon, dragging her out of that fortified town straight to the SOLDIER tests. He had seen potential into that teenage girl, which soon was proved. She had a way with magic and an extraordinary stamina. Perhaps she didn’t demonstrate a powerful brute force or strength as most SOLDIERs did, but in reality she had got it after all those mako baths and trainings. Neila had trained her ass to where she was standing.

The ride could have been worse if the airscrew hadn’t plunged the snarky remarks of Reno about the unnecessary presence of a SOLDIER around.

Tseng just became lost into some mission reports or files just after Reno had taken the helicopter off, , whilst Neila had brought some book with her to read at the back seats calmly.

After almost six hours of riding, Tseng took control of the chopper. “The last sighting of Hideki was of him heading to the mountains. Some trail must have been left behind. Find him and recover the files he has stolen. Then put them back into the Shinra Manor” He repeated the main parts of their mission..

“Gotcha.” Reno confirmed, stepping to the doors, while Neila gave just a nod as acknowledge.

“Don’t get yourselves into fights. Discretion, Reno!” Tseng called the red-haired Turk out.” is a must.” He still didn’t understand why Veld had chosen him for this mission. Other Turks would have been more suitable for this task, but Veld suspected Avalanche had something to do with it. Furthermore, the stolen goods were important classified op about secret experiments, which had been made years ago. He guessed the third in command Turk was the best option at his boss’ eyes.

Tseng would retreat to Rocket Town, something about another mission of his, where he would wait till Reno notified him theirs was complete.

Jumping off, Reno and Neila fell over the rocky floor. Fresh and clean air filled their nostrils rapidly. They had landed far from the village, in the mountain chains surrounding it.

Neila tensed up the same moment her feet touched the field. An odd grieving feeling started to overwhelm her, with a rhythmic pounding, beating softly at the sides of her head. She assumed the lack of rest was the reason behind it.

A sour grimace appeared upon Reno’s face. He hated the countryside with all of his being. He had grown up in the slums, used to the mako steam filling the air, and although he was the first one to say the slums were garbage, Midgar felt like home, and all that rural areas with its nature and clean air sickened him.

“ Let’s finish this fucking shit as soon as possible “ Reno said, pocketing out a cigarette, and lighting it up. Both of them strode up the hills, scouting the fields for any signs of Hideki.

“You know smoking is bad for your health, right?” Neila spoke once she kneeled down before some footsteps. The headache fading away with each step they took farther.

“ And what?” He retorted after her irritated. She had seen him smoking several times before, often hanging out after a long day at work. What has gotten into her now?

“ Nothing, just that is bad, I doubt Veld approves his Turks ruining their health. “ She turned her head to look at him.

“ Lucky for you, Veld doesn’t have a say about it.” He puffed on his cigar slowly, as a silent challenge.

“ It’s a bad addiction. Just saying.” She wasn’t that fond of his harsh attitude, which intimidated and annoyed her.

“ There are worse addictions. I’ll die first working than from smoking, sweetheart. But your concern touched me.” Sarcasm in his voice, irritating Neila more. “Besides, you’re one to talk.” A SOLDIER trying to lecture him about bad addictions. He felt the urge of laughing at the occurrence.

“ Suit yourself then.” She gave up about having a civilised conversation with the Turk. “ These footsteps… Hideki must have climbed up to the top. What do you think?”

Reno kneeled besides her frame,invading her personal space and inspecting the trail. “ What a dimwit.” His cerulean eyes following the tracks ahead them.

“ Excuse me?” Neila frowned at his words, and stood up on her feet again, glaring at him amazed. The warmth his figure let off had felt so good against her bare arms.

Reno started to stride up the path, leaving her behind. “ If he’s gonna steal from Shinra, at least he could have tried not to let a sloppy trail of footsteps. Not that I’m complaining though.” He wasn’t, he rather wanted to be back in Midgar soon, but he also liked some type of challenge, not something this… simple.

“ If you say so… Well,this way we’ll finish the mission in a record time.”

“ Don’t get your hopes up, sweetheart. These mountains are full of monsters who have been living between mako residues for years. It will be a miracle if Hideki has not been devoured by those freaks yet. “

“ That’s why I’ve been deployed too? Because there are mako-contaminated monsters roaming around?” Neila guessed.

Reno didn’t answer her, and just keep on going up to the peak of the mountain, following Hideki’s clues.

“ Now that I think about it. Does Hideki have anything to do with Wutai?” Neila asked again with curiosity. Brilliant mako eyes searching for the named man around the caves and boulders in their path.

“ If I tell ya, I’ll have to kill ya.” A cocky smirk curled up his lips, shooting a side glare to the SOLDIER, while he threw the cigarette and stepped on it.

“ You wouldn’t, not that you could anyway.” A loud laugh burst from him, who bent forward slightly, pulling a hand on his chest. “ What’s so funny?”

“ Oh, sweetheart, I would, but not before enjoying other things first.” He sent a playful wink towards her, hidden intentions not that well hidden. The attraction between them wasn’t a secret though.

“ In your dreams Reno.” Neila answered back, folding her arms and rolling her eyes.

“ Have already done that yo.” Playfulness splattered upon all his features, and enjoying the blushing and embarrassment creeping Neila up.

They were reaching the top without any unpleasant encounters, yet. Maybe Reno was right,and Hideki had already been eaten up.

“ I know you’re joking, cut it off.” She ended the talk, ashamed. She would be lying if she said she didn’t think about it before. Even if Reno was insufferable most of the time, he still was attractive with his flashy red hair, blue eyes and those red marks, and without saying his strange selection of customized uniform. And his personality was tempting too, although it pushed her buttons too many times.

“Oh? You are ashamed now? A strong SOLDIER like you? “ He carried his ironic remarks on, making her still more uncomfortable.

“ I’m gonna make you swallow that rod of yours unless you shut up.” He was driving her up the wall.

“ I would like to see ya trying to do it. “ The joking end up abruptly when a cry out for help crossed the air. Both of them ran up the last steps till the top, being welcomed by a hideous scene.

There was their target, surrounded by a group of what looked like a four mutated praying mantis. Mako influence for sure. A leg and an arm had been ripped off from his body, blood gathering on the rocky land beside him.

The bugs must have come across the man shortly before them. Unless they finished the monsters off, Hideki would be eaten and no options of getting information from him would be possible.

Jumping out to action, Reno took his electric rod out, and Neila her sword. Although the mantis weren’t that many, the mako running through their organisms, made them stronger, and a pain in the ass.

If Neila remembered right from previous encounters, Mantis’ weak point was ice magic. “ Reno, back off!” She yelled out, while she gently caressed the green materia placed inside her left bracelet’s gauge.

The Turk was about to retort at her, but with his characteristic speed, he retreated back after noticing her intentions.

The ice magic flew straight across the battlefield, hitting and freezing three of them.

Now getting rid of the mantis should be a piece of cake. With three frozen-up, the remaining one didn’t stand a single chance.

Lightning trails were drawn around the frozen monsters, followed by unpleasant cries in pain, which would have caused your ears to start bleeding.In the blink of an eye, Reno had wipe those things out with just one strike.

“Man, I hate the bug-type monsters, I really do.” Neila murmured after taking care of the last one at Hideki’s foot. Her standard SOLDIER sword deeply impaled in its thorax, and some type of purplish blood splashed on her uniform.

“ Well now, now… What do we have here?” Reno walked slowly, watching the almost limbless man laying down in agony. The facade he had showed previously around her, was replaced by a sadistic and cruel one, sending goosebumps down her spine.

The SOLDIER wasn’t unaware of the inhuman things the Turks did, but she had never got the opportunity to witness one yet.

Realization shone in the dark eyes of Hideki. “ A-a Turk!” stuttering, he dragged himself as far as he was able from Reno. “ Please! I didn’t do anything!”

“ Of course you would say that, wouldn’t ya?” Reno stepped onto Hideki’s stomach, pinning him down with force, not letting him more room to scape, or keep dragging on. “Now about the files you’ve stolen...Do you still have them on you or did you already give them away?

“ Reno, he’s lost too much blood. He won't…” Neila tried to say watching carefully the blood ponds.

“ Please have mercy! I didn’t give nothing away! “ The man yelled, air leaving his lungs in short breaths. He didn’t have much time left.

“Oh? So you still have them. “ Reno checked inside Hideki’s backpack, finding some type of old books and folders. “Who’s your contact?”

Neila was speechless with the scene in front of her. Their target was crying and shouting due to an unbearable pain, his blood still blooming from his open cuts and lost limbs. And Reno was interrogating him not caring about his poor and bloody status.

She had also done unnamed acts in her missions during the war time, but her work never consisted in torturing like this.

“I don’t have a contact!”

Reno chuckled before positioning his electric rod upon the man’s throat, as a silent threat. “ I’ll ask again idiot. Who’s your contact?”

“Please!” an electric wave went across the injured body, more screams of pain could be heard, but soon were vanished amongst the rocky walls of the tallest mountains.

“Did ya change your mind? Or should I keep playing with you? Long time I don’t electrocute someone, I’ll be sure of making the most of it.” The Turk was smiling pleased with the sight of the man shouting.

“Fujito! It’s Fujito!” Hideki answered. Fear could be read on his face.

“Where?” Reno pressed more the bar against his skin.

“In the nearness of Wutai! Please I don’t know more, let me go!”

A sigh escaped Reno’s mouth while he was dialing Tseng, who picked up instantly. He told Tseng all the information obtained, and after a brief minutes and a nod, Reno pocketed back his phone.

Tseng must have given him directions.

“ Not that you would be able to reach that far… “ With a last look at Hideki, Reno stepped off of him, and walked back down the slope. “Come on sweetheart, we still have work to finish with. “ A gesture with his left hand told her it was the time to continue.

Neila ran behind him, words caught in her throat, unable to bring them up. Some things couldn’t be approved, but work was work, and they had to do it.

The flirtatious and cocky facade had been back on Reno’s face during the long rambling to Nibelheim. Several encounters with monsters slowed their descent. Even though the mission had started rather earlier in the morning, when the sun hadn’t risen down yet, it was almost nightfall when they reached the village.

“ I guess we’ll have to leave things for today, don’t ya think?”

“ Probably.” The headache had returned with every step they took. Not that it wouldn’t let her fight or keep with the mission, but it was getting tiresome now.

“I’ll notify Tseng, go ahead babe.” Reno stood outside the inn while Neila entered to ask for the room keys. The owner would be kinder to her in her second class SOLDIER uniform than to Reno with his characteristic and recognisable black suit.

“ It was about time a SOLDIER was sent here to clean up the surroundings crawling with beasts.” The owner greeted her with a smile.

“ Yeah, well… “ Shyness taking the best of her. She was awful at talking with strangers.

“ Shinra booked two chambers, I guess those are yours. “ Veld must have taken care of it. The girl nodded, uncomfortable. “ Here you are. If you’re gonna clean the place, you’re gonna need a place to rest.” the keys were put on the wooden counter.

“Thank you.” Taking the keys, she was ready to head up to the chambers, but Reno shuffled himself inside the inn, greeting the owner, whose face changed to a grimace of disgust.

The Turks weren’t well welcomed here either.

“ I’m exhausted sweetheart, we should go to bed. “ his arm over her shoulders, guiding her upstairs.

“ Your key.” Neila offered the object to Reno. “ And please, hands off of me.”

“ You’re hurting me.” A false expression of pain crossed Reno face, while he grab the key, but still refused to let her go. “ Acting all tough as if you don’t want it.” mockery present in his tone.

“ That’s because…”

“Don’t you dare lying to me. I’m not blind, nor I’m a fool. We’ve been toying with each other for a while.” He cut her off after a chuckle. Reno was starting to get tired of this shit. Fooling around was okay for a bit, but not for that long.

“ And? You’ve got a problem with it?” swallowing the shyness, she was able to answer him. She wasn’t used to flirting , let alone a straightforward confrontation like this. For Bahamut, she had never had anything with anyone. When she was still a teenager Tseng had brought her along to Midgar as a SOLDIER candidate. All of that romantic stuff was new for her.

“ Don’t ya think it’s enough?” Reno had dragged her in front of him,holding her still with his hands on her shoulders, and leaned forward, blue eyes focused on hers.

“ I doubt the corridor is the best place to discuss anything Reno.” tearing apart her gaze to the side.

“ You’re a tease.” Reno might have been a sadistic, and might have done inexcusable things during his career, but forcing a woman was out of the question. There were some boundaries that couldn’t be crossed.

“ It’s just that… I’ve never…” She whispered, ashamed.

“ Ya know that I know, don’t ya?” He had thought she wouldn’t have been that idiot to believe that he hadn’t caught that she was inexperienced. He was a Turk for Bahamut's shake, he had been trained to pick up into people’s traits. Besides, her clumsy acts and nervous reactions at his flirting, demonstrated her innocence, anyone with two eyes would have caught it in a jiffy.

The surprise in her features said otherwise. He let out an exasperated sigh, and released her shoulders, letting her free of his grip.It wasn’t that he was going to give up, but until she had made up her mind, he wouldn’t make a move “ It’s late and we still have a long day tomorrow. A comfy bed is waiting for us so… see ya tomorrow’s morning sweetheart. “ Giving her one of his signature smiles and shuffled to his assigned chamber.

Neila bit her lip, thoughts racing across her mind, but walked behind him and tugged his clothed arm, turning him to face her.

His mouth slightly opened of surprise at the sudden movement she had done. This time Neila was the one leaning forward to him, her eyes sparkling with resolution.

Well, it looked like she had already made her mind up. In the blink of an eye, Reno shortened the distance till their lips meet into a sweet and naive kiss briefly.

Once they broke apart, the smug smirk made its way back to Reno’s lips. “ See? It wasn’t that difficult.”

“ You can’t have you mouth shut, can you?” blush drawing onto her cheeks, but her eyes were glittering more than normal.

Reno let out a laugh, and bit his tongue to avoid saying a snarky remark before leaning down to meet her lips back again, this time into a more passionate and long kiss. After all, they’ve been playing around for weeks, it was about time.

#ff7 #reno x reader #reno #reno sinclair x reader #final fantasy 7 #ffvii

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sadistic-second · 4 years ago

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ShinRa Company Policy

//So I wrote a little something. Nothing fancy. Just trying to explore ideas that I come up with. This was inspired by an audio I heard on tiktok. I managed to find the whole song and well. @turkoftheslums indulged and helped me a little bit with this. So please, enjoy.

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The plate drop had been on his mind for several weeks now. Most of his injuries had healed up. There were a few bruises that felt like they refused to heal. Something that worked as a constant reminder of what he had done. And sure, okay. He hadn’t even really been the one to push the button. All he had done was set it up. His hesitation at the computer had forced Rude to hit the final button. His best friend, his partner in crime, one of three men he would sacrifice himself for. He had tried to apologize, make it up to the man the best ways he knew how. No matter what Rude said or did, Reno felt like it wasn’t enough.

How did one ease a burden like this upon their own soul?

It was early morning when he walked into Tseng’s office. Sure he’d knocked, but that hadn’t stopped him from waiting for an answer. Papers of resignation had been thrown onto the man’s desk. The only words Reno had said was, “I quit.” He knew the consequences of these actions. Under the old regime, that meant a bullet to the back of the head. While that had been what he’d figured Tseng would do the moment he turned his back. When it didn’t come, he found that he was allowed to walk out of his office. Unsure with what to do actually do now, he decided his best course of action was to clean out his workspace and go home.

The space that he called his own was messy at best. Picking the trashcan up from the floor, he started throwing discarded candy wrappers into it. He didn’t really want to take down his wall of pink slips, but that would have to go, wouldn't it? He’d keep them, maybe shove them into a drawer in his apartment for safekeeping. Everything that could be thrown away was. Everything else was put into a box for him to carry out. There wasn’t much worth keeping in his office.

Lifting the box from his desk, he turned to walk out. Waiting for him outside was his Director. Or well, his former Director. All the man did was look at him and gesture in the direction in which he wanted him to walk. Now, a thought occurred to Reno: Tseng wasn’t his boss anymore so there was no reason to just blindly follow his orders. So when the redhead took a step in the other direction, he heard the distinct sound of a cocking gun. Alright. Swiveling on his foot, he began to walk in the direction that had been previously indicated.

Now, what the ex-Turk thought was going to happen included being taken into a room with all the other Turks and an example being made of him. Or perhaps they wouldn't even give him that. Tseng might just end him right there in the hallway. Each footstep scared him more than the last. His breath quickens, his heart rate rose rapidly. An anxiety attack seemed imminent. However, they stopped in front of the elevator. Was he just going to be escorted to the lobby? Perhaps he would be allowed to leave after all.

The elevator went up. That alone was a good sign. Or so he would have liked to believe. They traveled past the lobby. Nervous eyes watched the people below get significantly smaller as they ascended. A glance towards the display let him know exactly where they were going.

"Hey man, there's no need to get the President involved." A pause to see if the man would respond. Silence. A pair of canines lodged themselves into a tender section of cheek hard enough to draw blood. "Seriously, just let me leave, man. This doesn't have to escalate any further." Still nothing. The air was growing heavy between them. It was only a matter of time before the redhead had a panic attack.

Finally, the doors opened. Immediately upon instinct, Reno tried to make a run for it. When Tseng didn't make a move to stop him, he figured that he could getaway. But that's where he was wrong. Rude had been waiting for him outside the doors. Almost as if everyone knew the idiot would try and run. Now escorted by his former partner and director, the ex-Turk had no choice but to walk down that path towards the unknown.

Rude had been told to stand guard and prevent the redhead from leaving should he choose to run once more. The redhead knew exactly what was awaiting him on the other side of that door. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t moved. The two Turks beside him were discussing something that fell on deaf ears. His mind had chosen to wander in a different direction; if Tseng wasn’t going to be the one to put him down, was that job being entrusted to Rufus? Imagine having his brains blown out all over the floor with a shotgun.

Oh, but then again, didn’t he have an aversion to blood? So perhaps there would be another way that his life would end. Or maybe, and this was the one that he was banking on, they would just let him go. Cut any and all ties necessary and then just boot him off somewhere. The middle of nowhere sounded nice. Maybe a little island or something. But could Reno get that lucky? One would like to think this, but given the streak of things that had been happening lately, that wasn’t very likely.

A nudge to the small of his back and he was being brought back to reality. Another nudge and he was being forced through an open door. When in the blazes had that opened? Not that he had much time to really think. Eyes were wildly searching the vast open room before him. There was no sign of the blond at first glance. Either his eyes just didn't register another person from the sheer amount of panic now coursing through his veins or the man simply just wasn’t there.

“Director Tseng tells me that you’ve decided to quit.”

The voice came from the side. When his head whipped around, Rufus ShinRa came into view. Hands seemed to be clamped behind his back, his gaze never seeming to leave the redhead. There was something of a shiver running down his spine now. Said mentioned Turk had slipped from his place behind Reno and was now standing off on the opposite side.

“Uh, yeah. That’s what I’ve decided to do.”

“And why might that be?”

“Can’t live with the guilt.”

Everyone in the room knew what the redhead was referring to. Here again, even if Reno hadn’t been the one to push the final button, he had initiated it. That, in his mind, was just as bad. Rude seemed to be handling this a lot better than him. Seemed to be alright with what they had done. Little did Reno know that his best friend was battling some of the same feelings that he was. Just seemed better at handling it than he did. If only they had talked about it instead of this impulsive idiot acting alone.

“It would seem to me that you’ve forgotten something, Reno. Did you not read the company policy? It clearly defines you all as my own property.” There was this sickeningly sweet smile on the blond’s face. That alone was enough to terrify Reno.

“Sir, wha-”

“It waivers your say in autonomy. I hope you know your life will always belong to me.”

That wasn’t really something that Reno could argue against. The man had pardoned them and in a sense, that did more or less mean he owned them. But as far as the man taking possession of their lives? Was that really something that the redhead was going to stand for?

Whatever his own thoughts on the matter might have been, they seemed to vanish the moment he watched the President start to advance towards him. His hands had unclasped, they were now raised to his sides.

“We put the loyalty back into disloyalty. If you’re upset, that’s a vulnerability.” The look on Reno’s face was that of someone who was upset. This whole situation for one didn’t make much sense. The redhead wanted to quit. What was with this display? Was he being toyed with right now? “We’re a family forged in mass tyranny.”

The closer the man came to him, the more he backed away. Tseng hadn’t moved from his spot, silent as ever, merely watching these events unfold before him. The redhead started to stutter, stammer. Fail at attempting any sort of words. This was starting to scare him a little bit.

“Sir, I don’t thi-”

“Tut tut. There’s no ‘i’ in ‘team’, Reno, but there is a ‘die’ in ‘diversity’.” A pause to consider the horrified look on the Turk’s face before continuing. “You thought your service was over? Are you really that dumb? Reno, you’re not sober. This exposure is making you bolder. So why don’t you venture back down to your slum.” An arm was waved somewhere behind him as if gesturing to where the plate had just fallen. A somewhat meticulous grin spreading across the blond’s face.

“Just know that we'll always have eyes on you. Is this really worth the trouble you're going through?”

The redheaded Turk just kind of backed himself into a corner. Or rather, tripped himself into a corner. He misstepped in his need to get away from the other. Landing flat on his ass, he was staring up at an almost immaculate sight. The way the man shielded him from the lights created what he would have called an almost genuine halo-like effect. Too bad he couldn't be sure that this man was really an angel. More like a devil in disguise at this point.

Despite whatever words fought to escape from betwixt his lips, they were all swallowed. There was frustration written all over his features. A faint ‘tch’ was the only sound he made. His gaze eventually broke away from the blond’s face and he was looking off to the side, staring at the wall. Fingers had curled up, hands balling into fists.

Every single thing this man had said to him was true. Maybe the redhead really was that dumb. Stupid enough to think that he could actually just walk away as if nothing had happened. If ShinRa didn't kill him, the other Slum Rats would. Their reasons would vary, of course. Turks. The scientists. SOLDIERs. The civilians. Literally, anyone or anything could end his life at any moment. But as long as he worked for the Turks, he would be perfectly safe.

Though saying that he was safe was relative at this point. There he sat on the ground in this corner, cowering. There was no trying to hide it. The redhead was scared. Anyone looking at him would have seen it written all over his face. Where was the warning shot? Half expected a shotgun to press itself under his chin. Feel the warmth of the metal against his flesh. Leave a burn as a reminder of what happened here. When no such thing came, he opened his eyes. When they had closed he wasn’t sure. But he found himself staring back up at the man. That’s what he seemed to be waiting for. A hand had reached into his pocket and that’s when Reno flinched. After several moments of silence and no echoing gunshot, his eyes opened once more and there was a hand in front of his face.

But placing in the palm was something that he had never seen before. It looked metallic. Chain links? They appeared to be stuck together in a way that was impossible to break apart. The hand shook just enough for the chains to jingle. So it wasn’t as rigid as it first appeared. But he could tell that they couldn't easily come undone. The blond toyed with it, manipulated it this way and that. No matter what he did, the three links stayed together.

“Do you know what this is?” Reno shook his head. “It's a . . . Metal puzzle of sorts. One of those ‘impossible puzzles’, I’m told. These three chain links aren’t meant to come apart, but if you somehow manage it? I’ll let you leave your service.”

This puzzle could be solved. They were meant to be incredibly difficult to take apart, however. The truly intellectual would be able to pull them apart. Not to say that Reno wasn’t smart. But he lacked the particular set of logic required to figure it out. This toy would sit in his possession for quite a while. He would either figure it out and get to leave. Or he would eternally be in this man’s employ until he was dead.

Rufus tossed the puzzle into the Turk’s lap and ruffled his hair before turning around and dismissing him. Tseng walked over and nudged the redhead with his foot. Motioned for him to get up, follow him to the door. There was a lot of work to be done and so little time to do it. It was a bit of a struggle, but once he was on his feet, they were leaving the office. Rude was rejoining them and the redhead looked down at the puzzle in his hands.

This, this was never going to get solved, was it?

Well fuck.

#ShinRa Company Policy #Written By Asher #Inspired by The Stupendium THE FINE PRINT | The Outer Worlds Song #Parodied and Edited by turkoftheslums #Man if only this translated the way I wanted it to #Brain words and written words differ a bit #But I mean #I like the overall final product #:genhappy:#What I would do to roleplay this or something similar though #OOF

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s-j-ace · 5 years ago

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The Same Question

Chapter Two

Characters: Shuichi Saihara, Ouma Kokichi

Words: 2002

Summary:

After Detective Shuichi Saihara encounters mysterious thief Kokichi Ouma for the first time, a game of cat and mouse ensues as both men ask themselves the same question. Why exactly does the elusive phantom thief do what he does?

This is Chapter Two, find Chapter One Here

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Kokichi Ouma stood on the rooftop of the Silver Legacy Resort Casino in Reno Nevada laughing maniacally to no one in particular. At least, no one as of yet.

In his hand, he held a remote control for two of those… giant metal grabber arm machines. Except they were used for construction. (Named after a bird… CRANE. They were cranes.) Except for now when they were being used to rip two very expensive crystal chandeliers out of the lower levels of the building he was standing on. He felt the world shake as the cranes raised their arms in celebration of acting outside of their intended use, each holding up a chandelier like they were about to put earrings on the building he stood upon.

Seconds later, the rooftop access door burst open. Kokichi watched as detective Saihara walked into the light of the evening sky. He looked tired and a little disheveled just like how Kokichi remembered him, but when he turned to see Kokichi, still cackling away, something in his eyes changed. They became harder. More determined somehow.

The detective started walking toward him. "Stop right there!" He shouted like he was some sort of real-life action hero, and Kokichi felt excitement skyrocket within him.

"Uh-uh-uh." Kokichi tutted, feeling his glee slip onto the expression hidden by his mask. "I should be saying that to you, Detective. After all…" God this was good. Kokichi held up the remote control in his hands. "I could just… drop one of these chandeliers. I don’t need both. Just one press of a button is all it would take to shatter these babies on the pavement."

Saihara hesitated for a moment and his eyes glanced to the side of the building. Kokichi deduced from the movement that Saihara had been trying to see if there was anything down below the chandeliers that could get crushed. Kokichi knew it was nothing but some too-fancy cars, but Saihara decided his best bet was to stay where he was.

"What are you playing at?" His eyes were focused on Kokichi again.

The thief blinked innocently. "Who, me? I'm not playing at anything . I take my life very seriously, thank you very much." He gestured to the chandeliers. "I just need some help making a decision."

"A… decision?" The detective asked warily.

"Yup!” Kokichi felt like he needed this moment to last longer than he knew it was going to. “I need to take one of these chandeliers home with me to decorate our evil lair, but I accidentally took both! So I'll let you have one back if you help me decide."

He turned to the chandelier dangling on the left and hummed as if considering it. "Now I like this one because it's very sparkly. But this one…" he turned around and fiddled with the controller for the right chandelier so that the hundreds of tiny crystals would hit against one another. "Is more jangly."

Saihara looked like he was going to be sick as the chandelier clattered on.

"Well, frankly I think you shouldn't have either if this is how you're going to treat them…"

Oh... that's what Kokichi was hoping he'd say.

"Wow, I think you're right. If I really wanted a chandelier for the lair I wouldn’t treat it so roughly... You really are a smart one, Mr. Detective." He shrugged. "Guess I won't take either."

Kokichi watched Saihara's moment of realization morph into a look of subsequent regret as he pushed the button that released the cranes' grasps.

Kokichi was a little disappointed when the detective ran for the side of the building, as if the detective could do anything to stop a one-tonne chandelier from speeding hastily to a shattering death, instead of doing the sensible thing and chasing after him, the culprit. Although, as Kokichi began to make his escape he realized that Saihara was searching the ground below. His expression was familiar and Kokichi realized that it was the same look of concern he had witnessed on the detective’s face when he held his hand back on the plane.

Kokichi, forgetting about the fact he was in the middle of a high stake escape attempt, took a second to look down at his finger. The bandage was gone now. He’d thrown it away the day after in a weird mood. There was still a thin scab on it, a strange reminder of his physical existence. He remembered how careful Shuichi had been when he’d gotten hurt.

Kokichi felt his heartbeat crescendo suddenly, but the starting of the engine in the helicopter behind him drowned it out.

Oh yeah… He should… Get in that...

Was Saihara looking for casualties? Of course, there wouldn't be any. Kokichi had made sure of that. It was the number one rule of DICE, you know. No killing. Just because obviously killing people is bad. Not that Saihara knew that.

He supposed that was working to his advantage.

By the time the detective turned around to face him again, Kokichi was stepping into the escape chopper as Hearts sat inside flipping the switches needed to initiate takeoff.

When Saihara got to the end of the rooftop, Kokichi was hanging out from the side of the getaway chopper about a decameter over the building. Kokichi realized he was still laughing and stopped. The detective probably couldn’t hear him over the beating of the propeller, so there was no point to it. He settled into a billboard-style grin and looked down on the detective standing alone on the rooftop. Strangely enough, the expression on the detective's face had seemed to shift from surprise to calculation in the moment Kokichi had turned away. Suddenly his expression lit up and he turned around to run to the rooftop door.

“So he figured it out huh…” Kokichi muttered to himself as the detective disappeared from the rooftop. How smart of him to realize that Kokichi’s ploy was the distraction for this particular rendezvous with grand larceny.

“Did you see his face when I dropped the chandeliers?” He crooned to Hearts, not letting any concern over how the remaining members of DICE were fairing show in his demeanor.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure it was delicious,” She called to him over the sound of the propelling blades.

The thief resumed his cartoonish cackling, watching as the detective's silhouette grew further and further away.

“Hey!" Hearts called back again after they had gotten a good distance away from Saihara. "You might wanna tuck in there, boss, I think the american police are arriving with their cartoonishly militarized long distance weaponry.”

“Nah, I think I'll flap around in the wind a bit,” Kokichi joked as he hopped into the chopper and started forcing the hatch closed. “I’ve got that ‘becoming swiss cheese’ part of my bucket list to fill out.”

“Aww, boss you don’t have to do that.” Hearts was humoring him again. “You’re already a snack.”

“I know,” Kokichi managed to close up the side and it suddenly became a lot easier to hear everything inside the cockpit. He walked over to buckle into the co-pilot seat and shifted into a huge grin and a dramatic pose. “I’m simply scrumptious.”

“Yeah, sure ya are." She said without looking at him, eyes fixed on the skies ahead. "Where are we landing this thing again?”

“The car’s parked at that hospital we scoped out with the helipad. We just gotta land there and go through the vents.”

“Ugh, you and your vents.”

“They’re very efficient! Besides, you have no right to complain. You get to put on a disguise and walk around normal after the 4th floor. I gotta scrunch up and fit in the rolling cart.”

“And whose fault is that?”

He should probably keep this conversation going for 2 ½ minutes.

“God’s, he’s jealous of me.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s the guy who blew his cover by flirting with a detective.”

“Eh, same difference.”

"No, you can't be God. God is a lesbian."

"I never claimed to be God, just a being of equal if not greater power who took the old God’s place. Way to contribute to the bury your gays trope, Hearts."

She snorted. "Boss, you're a white boy in a clown mask. No offense, but if lesbian God saw you she'd smite on sight."

Kokichi could probably argue that he was an ambiguously pale Asian in a clown mask seeing as he was found in an alley in Japan, but he decided that wasn't what he wanted this conversation to be. "Then at least I'll finally be brought to justice."

“Being born a clown is one thing, but I think your real crime is your unnecessarily convoluted plans." She huffed. "Why can’t we just drop the chopper in the woods?”

Kokichi frowned. “Because we have to return it, remember?”

“Since when do we return things? Do you want us to return those massive remote control cranes we left back there?”

“Well of course not!” Although he felt rather indifferent on the matter, Kokichi shouted angrily and threw the remote he was still holding into the back of the chopper. “We stole those from that Togami Corp building. Their CEO makes like a billion dollars every day, he can come get his own damn cranes.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Hearts replied, barely responding to his outburst. “But it’s not like the hospital people wouldn’t be able to find the helicopter if we left it in the woods or something. Also, there’s less cops in the woods; which I would say is a plus.”

“Come on,” Kokichi huffed, going back and forth on whether or not to shift out of this persona or not. He went with the latter and smoothed out his tone a bit. “It’d be harder to close down the hospital for an investigation than it would be to secure the perimeter of the dinky forests they have out here.”

Hearts groaned. “Ugggh. Fine. I’ll crawl in the stupid vents.” She frowned down at her pristine white uniform. “The quarters in those stupid arcade machines better be enough for my dry cleaning bill.”

“This one’s not about the quarters Heartsie, it’s about the real gamer life.” Kokichi may have been raised by video games, but he wasn't as into playing them as Clubs was nowadays. He'd beat still anyone any time in a versus game though, because he was just that much of a pro gamer. Or maybe because he was kinda good at predicting what he'd be challenged to do and was also extremely good at memorizing gaming manuals.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever." Wow, Hearts was really out here oppressing gamers. "You’re the boss."

Kokichi made a face and decided he also wanted to oppress gamers. "Well, I mean, it was Clubs' choice."

"I know." She suddenly perked up a bit. "Hey, speaking of choices... The Museum of Egyptian Antiquities in Cairo is opening its last exhibit next week-"

"Hey!" Kokichi interrupted. He thought about covering her mouth, but then remembered that she was driving a helicopter that they were both in. He let his hands settle into a gesture of emphasis instead. "You can't pitch during the getaway! It's not fair to the salt of the earth folk that're still down there pilfering the seventies."

"Come ooon, Boss! My thing's got a time limit, and there’s this rug-"

"You know the rules." He scolded.

A timer went off in his brain.

Kokichi turned away, pulling out his phone to text the ground crew that Saihara was probably closing in on them around now. They’d probably have liked him to tell them earlier, but Kokichi wanted to keep them on their toes after a maddeningly easy break-in. As a bonus, sending them the text let him shun Hearts while she sulked.

This had been fun, he thought privately, more fun than most heists. Never a dull moment, it seemed, with the good detective around.

As he hit send, Kokichi wondered if Saihara would follow him to Cairo too.

#shuichi x kokichi #shuichi saihara #shuichi danganronpa #kokichi ouma #kokichi danganronpa #oumasai #fanfiction #Phantom Thief AU #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #danganronpa #I couldn't think of anything to warn for this chapter #writing

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takuchat · 5 years ago

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Final Fantasy VII Remake

Today we got a huge amount of Final Fantasy VII Remake Information as well as a ton of interviews and pictures. Below you can see a large compilation of the information.

There may be some redundancy in here as I gathered info from multiple sources.

Weapon abilities

Each weapon has its own unique weapon abilities that increase in proficiency the more they are used. When an ability’s proficiency level reaches the maximum, that ability is then learned by the wielder and can be used when wielding any weapon.

Here we see Cloud’s Buster Sword upgrade screen. The different options allow you to improve the wielder’s status or increase the number of Materia slots available.

Switching to Classic mode

Classic Mode can be activated by selecting “CLASSIC” from the difficulty menu. In Classic Mode, party members will act automatically, with the ATB gauge filling up as they do so. In this mode, the player only needs to select which abilities, magic, and items they will use their ATB charges for. This brings the feel of the gameplay closer to the menu-based battles from the original FFVII but with the amazing immersive graphics of the remake.

It is also possible to revert to direct control at any time during Classic Mode by pushing buttons on the controller.

Using characters’ unique abilities

The triangle button activates each character’s unique ability. Cloud’s unique ability is to switch between different fighting styles. He can switch between “Operator Mode” which has a good balance between attack and defense, and “Punisher Mode” [pictured] which is geared heavily towards offense. In Punisher Mode, Cloud’s movement speed is reduced, but his basic Square button attacks are upgraded to even mightier blows.

Assess Materia

Assess – Materia that allows you to use the Assess ability. When you use Assess on an enemy, you can see their resistances and weaknesses, making it easier to defeat them in battle.

Up close with Avalanche

We have some new screenshots of fan-favorite members of the anti-Shinra group Avalanche: Biggs, Jessie, and Wedge.

Biggs is calm, cool and collected, even in the most extreme circumstances. He’s tidy by nature, and loves nothing more than cleaning and taking a shower.

Jessie is in charge of procurement for Avalanche. She can get her hands on everything from explosives to fake IDs. She’s also a skilled engineer, and earns money for the group by fixing water filtration units and devices to sell on. She does have a weakness for handsome men though…

Wedge is an invaluable member of Avalanche, who uses his wits and charm for to gather information and defuse tense situations – including those within the team. He also has another very important role – he tastes new menu items in Seventh Heaven. Well, someone’s got to do it, right?

Meet the Turks

The Turks are a small, elite organization with Shinra. The shadowy group does everything the company needs it to – be it scouting out candidates for SOLDIER, protecting VIPs, or even assassination. Here’s a look at a couple of them.

Reno has flaming red hair and a cynical, aloof attitude. In battle, his agility and specialized weaponry and attacks make him a real threat.

Rude is instantly recognizable thanks to his shaved head, sunglasses and imposing stature. A man of few words, he relies on martial arts and his strength in battle, and completes missions as efficiently as possible.

Getting to the action

FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE features a fast-paced real-time battle system that gives you lots of choice in how you approach combat.

Each character a unique ability – in Cloud’s case, he can switch between Operator and Punisher Mode.

Operator Mode offers a good balance between strength, defense and mobility.

A press of the triangle button puts Cloud in Punisher Mode. Movement speed is reduced, but his attacks become much more powerful.

Cloud also has access to powerful attacks, including Triple Slash, which hits all enemies nearby with three consecutive strikes…

…and the ranged attack Blade Burst:

For a detailed rundown of how FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE’s battle system works, check out our full article on the subject:

So how does FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE actually play?

See our Impressions of the game here!

Switching to Classic Mode

For those players who prefer overall strategy over moment to moment action, or want an experience closer to the turn-based gameplay of the original FINAL FANTASY VII, Classic Mode is for you!

In this mode, characters perform basic attacks automatically, and when the ATB gauge is full, you can select a special ability to use from the menu – similar to how the original game played.

Here, you can see the option for Classic Mode in the difficulty menu:

Iconic locations reimagined

FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE faithfully recreates beloved areas from the original game. It also adds new areas that couldn’t fit into the original game.

Here we can see the iconic Church in the slums. Just a stone’s throw from Sector 5, it’s one of the only places in the slums where flowers can grow, making it a very special place for Aerith.

The next shot is of Aerith’s home. Nestled in the corner of Sector 5, it’s a beautiful house that contrasts with the slums surrounding it.

Let’s Assess some Materia

Cloud and company are able to use special abilities, including magic, summons and more.

It’s all thanks to materia – orbs of crystallized mako energy that, when equipped, imbue the wielder with incredible power.

Case in point, here we can see Aeirth using the spell Fire:

Of course, not all Materia is about offense. Take the Assess Materia, pictured below. It shows you an enemy’s specific strengths and weaknesses, helping you refine your strategy when you take it on. Knowledge is power after all!

Meet the new Chocobo and Moogle

Summons are a special, exceptionally powerful form of Materia. Equip one, and once the summon gauge is full, you can call a powerful ally into the fight.

In the past, we’ve showcased the firey Ifrit and cool-as-ice Shiva. Today we can reveal a new Summon that’s just as powerful, but a little… cuter: Chocobo and Moogle.

Moogle can Blast foes:

The dynamic duo can also use Stampede to trample the enemy with a herd of chocobos. It’s adorable… although probably not for those on the receiving end of it:

Side activities and minigames

These new screenshots highlight some of the additional things to do in FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE.

If you need a break from battling Shinra, you can play a game of darts in Seventh Heaven:

You can also enjoy fast-paced bike battles. In this shot, we can see Cloud and Jessie in a thrilling chase with Shinra operatives.

Time For the Interviews!

YOSHINORI KITASE – PRODUCER

In the several years following 2009, when I was running around all over the world promoting the FINAL FANTASY XIII series, I had opportunity to speak to many fans and journalists. The question that I always got as we got up to part ways was, “When are you making the FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE?”

It was to the point where it almost felt like an alternative way to say goodbye, so eventually I started pre-emptively giving my response to the question before they’d even asked it. “If we were to create a remake of that now, it would be an enormous amount of data, and who knows how many years it would take. But, if the ‘right time’ comes along, we might just do it someday!” This is how I’d respond back then, who knows how many hundreds of times. To all the people I had a chance to meet with back then, the “right time” has finally arrived.

For the FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE, developers who worked on the original game have come onboard once again as core members, including myself as Producer, Tetsuya Nomura as Director, Motomu Toriyama as Co-Director, and Kazushige Nojima on Story & Scenario.

Additionally, we also have people like Co-Director Naoki Hamaguchi who are now part of the core development team, who was just a fan of FINAL FANTASY VII back then. And, to my delight, creators from younger generations all over the world have come forth upon hearing news of FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE’s production. While ensuring that the spirit of the original game is kept intact, these members are adding to it the power of a new generation.

As a result, the game that is about to be born surpasses even my own expectations as the one who voiced the desire to take this endeavour on in the first place. In fact, the one who’s looking forward to playing this game the most right now might actually be me.

TETSUYA NOMURA – DIRECTOR & CONCEPT DESIGN

I started up the FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE project around the time of Compilation of FINAL FANTASY VII. We’d gone through Advent Children, Before Crisis, Crisis Core, and Dirge of Cerberus, and I was planning this by myself for about a year as the fifth and final entry in the compilation.

Since that initial plan and my first ideas, other projects took-shape and I became very busy as they moved forward, but I never stopped thinking about VII. As such, I feel like I’m looking forward to the release as much as anyone, as I’ve been carrying around these ideas for a long time.

Opportunities for discussing our true intentions are few, but with regard to the size of the game that many are asking about – there’s no reason at all to worry. Even in this Midgar portion alone, the density and volume are so great that I had to give directions to lighten them.

With regard to new characters, of whom I said during past interviews that there would be “none” – though they aren’t main characters, their numbers ended up growing considerably in the process of creating a rich depiction of Midgar. When you think of Midgar’s final boss, you probably think of the M.O.T.O.R., but in this game new bosses will appear and add to the excitement of the story even more.

We’ve already begun working on the next one as well, but I’m confident that playing through this title will expand your expectations just like the world that extends beyond Midgar.

Until next time.

KAZUSHIGE NOJIMA (STELLAVISTA LTD.) – STORY & SCENARIO

It must have been in the very beginning stages of developing FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE that I got to see the Remake version of Cloud for the first time. It wasn’t post-Advent Children Cloud, with kindness brimming from within. Rather, here was a young man with fiery features, looking straight at me through the screen with aggression in his eyes. I knew right t hen: “Oh, this is it.”

This time, it was this Cloud that I needed to depict. When Cloud came to Midgar and was hired by Avalanche, this was the sort of look that he would have had on his face. So I revisited the experiences that he’d had in his life so far, thinking of the effect that each individual event would have had on him. His attitude toward his childhood friend Tifa. How would he act toward Barret? What sort of distance would he keep while interacting with passers-by on the street? I picture the scene of Midgar in my mind and imagine Cloud moving through it. Write new lines of dialogue to add for him. This is how Cloud in the Remake Version came to be.

It was an exciting task to introduce a new current of wind to FINAL FANTASY VII, but at the same time, there was some fear. The original game used cartoon-like, stylised art, and the story was completed by players using their imagination to supplement portions that couldn’t be depicted as a result. Even if they were seeing the same scene, the information they took away from it and how they interpreted it differed depending on the viewer. Perhaps it’s what might be considered a narrative form of storytelling nowadays.

In FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE, there will be much less room for player imagination. This fact will probably change the feel of the story considerably. People who know the original might not know quite how to take it. Such is the fear that I have. But I also have conviction. It should be possible to feel a much deeper connection to Cloud as you join alongside him. It would be amazing if you could feel that fiery flame together with him.

NAOKI HAMAGUCHI – CO-DIRECTOR (GAME DESIGN / PROGRAMMING)

When the original FINAL FANTASY VII was released, I was just another student who dreamed of being in the gaming industry. I of course played the game, but I also re-read the guidebook over and over again, my heart stolen by the engaging universe. I remember wishing strongly that I’d be able to create a game like it someday.

Twenty-two years later, that student who dreamed of FINAL FANTASY VII is now involved in developing the remake. I can’t help but feel like it’s fate.

In this title, I handled overseeing the development team overall, such as deciding development milestones, constructing a workflow using Unreal Engine, and taking responsibility for game design.

Here, I met staff members who were involved in the original game, who entered the industry with childhood dreams of FINAL FANTASY VII just like me, and those who were drawn by the allure of FINAL FANTASY VII and joined the dev team from overseas. It was a gathering of amazing creators with passion and ambition towards the game. All I have is gratitude for having the opportunity to meet this team.

With all this in mind, I’ve considered the following phrase important: “respect for the original.” FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE takes on the challenge of creating something that’s created specifically thanks to the technological power and entertainment quality that matches the current generation, while treating the captivating elements of the original game with respect.

For those who’ve played it: “new but familiar.” For those who haven’t played it: “experience the charm of FINAL FANTASY VII, which moved the hearts of many, now created with the most exciting modern technology available.” I hope you enjoy it!

MOTOMU TORIYAMA – CO-DIRECTOR (SCENARIO DESIGN)

For the original game, I joined the project as a planner who was just starting out on my career, and I worked on Sector 7 slums and Wall Market.

In producing FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE, the thoughts and feelings I had when I was just starting out back then were revived, and at the same time, I took on the challenge of new methods of expression that I’m able to execute now that I have the experience.

The original version was a forerunner when it came to RPGs that used 3D CG, but the characters were made of polygons, the dialogue was in text only, and cameras weren’t able to be used for cutscenes.

In FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE, we’re using the newest visuals, voice acting, and character facial expressions to redesign the FINAL FANTASY VII universe to be more realistic. By increasing the realism of the universe within the city of Midgar, which is made prosperous by mako energy, we of course also reimagined the characters who reside there, like Cloud and Tifa, more vividly as living and breathing human beings, depicting their daily lives and feelings in a more in-depth manner.

We took care to remake not only the main characters, but also characters like Johnny and the Shinra Middle Manager who I created back then. Please keep your eye out to see how they make their new appearances. Additionally, when remaking the Honey-Bee Inn at the Wall Market, we revived it is as a pantheon of entertainment, which couldn’t be realized back then. Here, the scene that many of you have been eager to see, where Cloud disguises himself. Please enjoy.”

SHINTARO TAKAI – GRAPHICS & VFX DIRECTOR

I created the effects for the original FINAL FANTASY VII. Back then, the scope of development was so exorbitantly massive that I just threw myself into the tasks for which I was responsible, without even fully understanding what sort of game we were creating.

Near the final stages of development, when I finally tried playing the test version, I remember being surprised by the graphics and the depth of the story, as well as how fully realized it was, and I remember enjoying the game as a player. It’s been 22 years after that, and I’m participating in the FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE project as a developer, and today, I’m able to experience the impact and fun similar to that of the previous title.

For the remake, I’ve mainly directed the effects section, while also crossing over into other sections for decisions and directions on overall graphics.

Among the many major games that are celebrated for their photorealistic graphics, FINAL FANTASY VII is a little different. Not only is it realistic, but I believe you’ll notice that it incorporates “playfulness” in the design and colours for an originality not found in other games. Effects are an area that is particularly conducive to expressing various elements of “playfulness.”

I hope you’ll enjoy various effects that are not only beautiful, but also convincingly portray realism and magic!! Various elements of game design and graphic design have been packed into every corner of the vast Midgar. I hope you enjoy it!!

TERUKI ENDO – BATTLE DIRECTOR

When I played the original version, I wasn’t on the game creation side of things, and I remember enjoying it as a player and feeling constant surprise at the evolution of games. The three-dimensionality of the stage and the dynamism of the battle scenes have left a strong impression on me. Back then, I never even imagined that I would someday be on the side of creating games, or that I would be able to be involved in that game.

Speaking to my own personal experience, I had mostly been creating action games thus far, so for this title, I took on the challenge of remaking a system that was not of an action game originally and incorporating action elements into it.

Production was completely different than that of a pure action game, and the need for new design philosophy often arose. Production involved constantly searching for the best balance between action and command elements, but I believe we’ve managed to do this in an exciting new way.

In order to create battles that are surprising and never boring, we worked hard to create a variety of strategic elements for each boss and enemy. Also, in constructing battle systems for each character, we wanted to respect the image of the original version while additionally introducing many new abilities. I hope you’re able to find your own style of battle by combining those abilities with Materia.

TAKAKO MIYAKE – ENVIRONMENT DIRECTOR

For FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE, the graphics team worked to the theme of “how would Midgar look if it existed in real life?” As such, as the environments team, we examined those portions that were once left to the players’ imaginations, fell outside of the on-screen area, or were between scenes, and tried to supplement them in detail.

For all the fans out there, we worked our hardest in hopes that you’ll be able to relive an experience that also surpasses your memories.

For all of you who are playing for the first time, we worked our hardest with the sole hope that you’ll experience this amazing universe that has remained beloved by so many for 22 years, and to be able to convey its charm.

Additionally, in order to create a fitting backdrop for the drama unfolding around the main characters, and in order for it to be a stage where the various characters living in Midgar can be their vibrant selves, all of teams, including the environments section, came up with ideas and worked collaboratively. Midgar is a closed city. However, I would be very happy if by experiencing the drama unfolding around its residents and the main characters who go through it, you feel as though Midgar actually exists.

I am a FINAL FANTASY VII fan, so being able to take part in the Remake was something that made me happy but also nervous. It’s been an unforgettable development experience. I truly hope that everyone enjoys it.

IICHIRO YAMAGUCHI – LIGHTING DIRECTOR

FINAL FANTASY VII, for me, at the time when I was in school, was a very impactful game. It really pierced my heart as I was at such a sensitive age, with not only a rich story, but charming characters, world setting and music, not to mention that it was the first in the series to be in 3D polygon format. This was the piece that really brought out my interest in CG in general.

When I was able to join the FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE team, I started by thinking back to how I felt when I first played it. Midgar, with its’ abundant mix of different elements and original characters like Cloud, became something unbreakable and the “standard” for me in FINAL FANTASY VII.

In the world of the game, just like in real life, if there is not some form of light then you won’t be able to see anything. So when putting up lights just anywhere, Midgar could lose its token Midgar-ness, and Cloud wouldn’t be Cloud anymore. I’ve taken as much care as possible to recreate the world that I had saved in my mind and attempted to remake it to a fresh and modern standard.

The positions of the few lights that illuminate the entirety of Midgar, the adjustments made to each and every voluminous cut-scene… it’s all a lot of work to do! However, alongside the rest of the wonderful lighting team we feel that we’ve brought something great to the table. We’ve left in the elements that will have you going “Ah, that’s what it was like!”, and yet you’ll still be able to enjoy the world of FINAL FANTASY VII in its new and fresh style!

MASAAKI KAZENO – CHARACTER MODELING DIRECTOR

I was amongst those who bought the original game on the day of its release and played it constantly, clearing it in under a week. Those that also have cleared it will understand this, but I also wasn’t quite satisfied with the locations, so I continued to play it after clearing in the same places as well.

And so, my memory of FINAL FANTASY VII was how I actually started studying CG, after being left with the strong motivation to want to create a FINAL FANTASY game when playing it and truly being moved by it.

So I just made my mind up and bought a PC to help me study – something that I had never even touched before. So for me, someone who had been so strongly influenced by the original, to be working on the characters of the remake, I want to do everything I can to make them in a way that shows both a charm and freshness whilst keeping that nostalgia.

So I want them to reflect in a fresh way that that also allows players of the original to remember the time that they played the original, as well as make them detailed and charming enough to give first-time players the understanding of just how charming they are.

I’ve ensured to arrange things like hairstyles and outfits to re-create the design from the original, so I encourage anyone to take time with their camera angles when playing to take a look. Also, there are several characters that stand out other than just the main characters that you’ll find. So please see for yourself as to what kind of appearance and characteristics they have! Other than that, we’ve got enemies in there perhaps too close to the original, and there are many surprises coming in the Remake for you to all look forward to! Keep your eyes out!

YOSHIYUKI SOMA – ANIMATION DIRECTOR

When FINAL FANTASY VII came out, I was actually more of a SEGA Saturn fan, so I didn’t play it straight away. However, when it was decided that I was to join SQUARE, I was put on the development of FINAL FANTASY VIII, and so I thought to myself “I’m screwed if I don’t know about FINAL FANTASY VII!”. That’s when I bought a PlayStation and played it so much.

Those memories feel like only yesterday. So I can’t say this too loudly, but I actually started it out of obligation rather than as a fan. However, I was absolutely enthralled by the world and lore as soon as I picked it up!

For the animations; each and every member of the team – from those responsible for battles, fields, simple events, cut scenes, mini-games, facial expressions, to swinging things in the background, actual behaviour settings – have all worked together to improve as one.

We’ve done our best to ensure that whatever you do, it feels like the characters are alive there with you. We really hope you enjoy the story of Midgar on a huge screen, with Cloud and his friends.

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Cleaner - Part XIX

Part I Part XVIII

By the time they had made it back to the hotel Jean had caught himself somewhat, gotten the chance to wind down with the endless, gentle purr of the engine and the soft, controlled noises of Reno driving, shifting gears and humming some kind of tune or another now and again. His quiet presence was oddly soothing, just as it had been earlier, on the cold concrete of the warehouse floor…

Sure hands still steadied him when he walked into his hotel room. He didn’t need them anymore, could hold his own weight again by now, and yet Jean didn’t shrug them off, didn’t protest against their touch when Reno slid off his uniform jacket with deft fingers and dropped it carelessly on the ground.

Deep red blood had soaked into the white shirt underneath, plastering the fabric to his forearms in an uncomfortable manner, but all Jean could do was stare at the dark stains in his uniform, on his hands. His fingers were caked in dried blood, rusty red cracking open across his palms, the movement of brittle flakes breaking off mesmerizing as he watched them float down and land on the soft, grey carpet.

“Come on”, Reno hummed as he directed Jean over to the adjacent bathroom. His touch felt way too good, grounding him in this absurd reality where the blood of a frightened young girl was quite literally on his hands.

It was so much easier to focus on Reno, the scent of his sweat and traces of too sharp cologne, tangs of metal and cigarette smoke and a roaring wildfire, as he leaned in close, pushing Jean back against the closed door as pale fingers worked to open the buttons of his shirt. The press of warm fingers through thin fabric, then the slide of rough palms against his chest and stomach when Reno pushed the shirt aside.

Jean wasn’t sure what he was doing, if he was checking for injuries or just wanted to grope a little, but it didn’t really matter all that much when the contact made his heart jump and his cock throb and his mind scatter.

“That’s gonna bruise”, came the neutral assessment as curious fingers prodded at his ribs but there was a smirk on Reno’s face, something amused, almost satisfied as he looked down at Jean’s injury. Then he pressed harder, causing a sharp inhale and grinning even wider, a wild fascination in his eyes as he watched Jean’s face.

“Is it broken?”, Jean asked, partly just to say anything, to take part in whatever was happening right now and Reno hummed, pressed again. The pain flared up, made Jean gasp but he didn’t shake the touch off, didn’t buck or try to twist out of Reno’s hold.

Maybe this pain was the least he deserved.

“No.”

If Jean didn’t know better he would say it sounded … disappointed. But before he could frown and comment on that tone those clever fingers dipped lower and hooked in the hem of his dress pants, pulling his hips forward.

“Hey! What...”, Jean protested but his words were silenced by a quiet but determined little “Shhhh” as Reno pressed one pale, warm finger to his lips, tapping them almost lovingly.

“We need to get you cleaned up, Rookie. Be a good little assassin and keep quiet.”

Jean blinked, lips pursing in distaste against the finger still tapping against them. But his body betrayed them when his hips shifted forward, making it easy for Reno to flick the belt open and unbutton the pants.

There was quiet, curious fascination at the back of his mind, watching the events unfold from a distance. Wondering why he didn’t do anything when his pants where pushed down his thighs and easily dropped the rest of the way, why he didn’t protest when Reno hooked both thumbs in the hem of his boxer shorts and tugged his hips even closer.

“There we go”, he grinned as he pushed them lower as well, regarding Jean’s half hard cock with a hungry twinkle in his eyes. “You like being a good boy, don’t you. Like following orders and being bossed around. Getting your ass kicked. Being told where to go and what to do...”

Jean shivered, trying to blame it on the cold air of the bathroom against his bare skin, even though the warm fingers pressing into his hipbones as Reno grabbed him were very distracting.

“What … what are you talking about?”, he bit out but still didn’t pull away, still allowed those fingers to send shivers down his back as they slid up to wrap around his waist. “I’m just doing my job.”

“And you’re doing it so well...”, Reno purred with a wide, dangerous grin full of teeth, then leaned forward to brush his cheek against Jean’s in a distractingly gentle touch. The scrape of his stubble was enough to send an excited tingle through his body and Jean let out a low noise, grinding his teeth against the urge to reach out and bury his fingers in the rumpled fabric of Reno’s uniform, yank him closer to slot their bodies together. There was too much space between them and not enough. Not enough by far, considering the outrageous reality of what they were doing.

Reno let out a breath, making sure it tickled right against the sensitive skin of Jean’s ear before he spoke again.

“Get in the shower.”

Then he stepped back and turned away, his attention on fiddling with his cufflinks as he ignored Jean completely.

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chapter: 13/? summary: Dan’s body has been broken for as long as he can remember, and he’s long since learned to deal with it. Sort of. But when his symptoms force him to leave uni and move into a new flat with a stranger named Phil, he finds that ignoring the pain isn’t the way to make himself happy. word count: 2733 rating: mature warnings: chronic illness, chronic pain, medicine a/n: a huge thank you goes to @obsessivelymoody for beta reading this for me!

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Dan hates being alone.

He realizes it suddenly, with a painful twist in his gut and clench in his chest. Phil’s gone back to work and Dan’s leaning against the hallway wall, staring at the empty sofa. His grey blanket is still draped over the back of it, the heating pad Phil had gotten him resting by one of the armrests. But his mind conjures image of colourful pyjamas and messy morning hair and he has to swallow against the well of sadness it brings.

Arm aching, he pushes himself off the wall and limps forward to the spot he’s occupied for a week. Illness lingers on his skin. The blanket, when he settles against it, reeks of body odour. Dan wonders how Phil’s dealt with an it, the smell, the silence, the darkness.

“He’s too good,” he huffs to an empty room filled with strangely good memories.

His eyes fall closed, head tilting back against the sofa. His shift isn’t for another few hours, enough time erase the tendrils of restless sleep from his mind, the stiffness of morning from his joints.

Dan sits there for a while, until the prickling at the back of his mind grows too loud. He blinks his eyes open, ignoring the spots of black that burst in his peripheral. The silence is too still, too heavy on his mind. He’s grown too used to the quiet taps of Phil’s fingers against his phone screen, to whispered conversations about nothing just to drag his mind away from it’s incessant focus on pain.

The lack of distraction is acute, a worsened stab between his ribs, increased burning over his arms. If Phil were here, he’d be murmuring about whatever stupid app he’d downloaded that morning.

But he’s not.

And Dan’s left to focus on the cramps in his chest, the stinging pressure around his legs, the painful drag of fabric over his bare skin. He feels the burn of tears before they well, blinks them away before they can. It’s stupid, he thinks, to be so dependent after so little time.

When he was younger, he’d curl up on the sofa and watch cooking and home reno shows because they were mindless and easy and Dan’s mum wouldn’t accuse him of staying home to watch cartoons. But some days, his father would force him to stay in his bedroom, mumbling and punishing bad behaviour, and Dan would spend his time staring at the ceiling until tears blurred the ceiling fan overhead.

He shoves himself off the sofa so quickly his elbow crack and ankles wobble. His weight almost topples forward, a gasp trapped in his chest.

If Phil were here, he’d be standing next to Dan, whispering quiet support.

“One, two, three, four,” Dan says to himself.

He drags himself to the kitchen. Time must have passed, but his phone is on the sofa and his legs ache too much to walk back and forth. His hands flatten against the counter, holding him upright. Dan waits until his body feels steady before looking up again, gaze flicking to the fridge.

There’s a post note stuck to it. Dan stumbles forward, plucking it between his fingers.

I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay to swallow so I made you a smoothie. Have a good shift and call me if you need anything. - Phil

There’s a smiley face in the corner, wedged between words Phil barely had enough room for. Dan stares at it, a little crooked, eyes uneven,

Dan feels like his own face might mirror it, as he sticks the note to the countertop and reaches into the fridge to get the smoothie Phil made for him.

It’s mango-pineapple flavoured. Dan wonders if Phil noticed it’s his favourite.

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He lasts an hour.

His boss had only scheduled him for four, but a quarter into his shift Dan’s hands are shaking, his vision swimming in blurry swirls. His one hand grips at the edge of the counter, the other pressing buttons on the register, desperately hoping they’re the right ones.

He wonders if the customer notices the sweat building on his brow. If they can tell he hasn’t properly showered for a week, or that standing is growing painful enough to bring tears to his eyes.

“Have a good day,” Dan chokes, handing over a bag of bread and … something else. He hears his own voice crack, watching the small smile that curls at the customer’s lips as she turns and walks away.

Dan blinks. Someone’s coming up to stand beside him, reaching under the counter and setting the closed: please use next register sign in place. It takes him a second to realize it’s Sue.

“I’m fine,” he mumbles.

“No you’re not,” says Sue. “I’m not having you faint on my watch again, Dan.”

He swallows. Without the distraction of customers, his mind can focus on the pressure on his hips, the weight heavy on his shoulders. He wants to fold inwards, collapse onto himself until every weakened part of his body supports another.

“Dan?”

Another blink. His knees wobble. Dan reaches out and flattens a palm against the counter so he doesn’t collapse.

Sue offers a soft smile. He remembers his first interview, lying about how long he could stand, how much he could lift. Wearing jeans that scraped his thighs and a button down that made his neck tingle where the collar touched his skin, he’d smiled against the ache in his back.

His eyes had still burned then, a remnant of long months forcing himself to read uni textbooks until he couldn’t keep them open any longer.

She rests a hand on his shoulder, gentle and tentative. “Come with me, to my office, okay?”

Dan nods. He follows her through the store, ignoring the lingering gaze of his coworkers. The Tesco polo feels too tight around his shoulders and throat. Sue’s walking slower than she usually does, and Dan tries to pretend it isn’t for his benefit. That she doesn’t know how weak his body is.

The office is full of paperwork and uniforms, and Dan gaze flits across all of it, blurry and out of focus.

“What’s up?” she asks, casual and kind.

Dan shrugs.

“Are you still sick?”

I’m always sick, he wants to say. But he shrugs again.

“Dan.” It’s a sigh this time. “If you need accomodations or less hours, we can work with you, you know? But you have too tell me what you need.”

His eyes fall closed, his own voice echoing in his head. I need a doctor’s note, he’d said, sitting in a too-white doctors office, voice too high and face too young, staring at a man whose face was creased with age. Whose lab coat meant he had all the power.

I don’t have any reason to give you one, Daniel, the doctor had said.

“I don’t need anything,” he says. His throat is too tight, his head spinning as he grips his chair. “I’m not– I’m fine.”

“Dan–”

“No.” He swallows, forces his eyes open. Sue’s staring back at him, frowning. Her concern looks too genuine for a manager, too real for someone who shouldn’t care. “I’ve seen doctors,” he tells her. “They all say I’m fine.”

Sue nods.

Dan’s not sure if the bob of his own head is in quiet understanding or because his neck suddenly feels too weak to sit up straight.

---

Dan ends up collapsed over the table in the break room. His arms hurt so much he can feel the incessant shudder of muscle under his skin. His neck burns. His toes have gone numb from the jab of the chair against the back of his thighs.

Sue’s gone, left him with a gentle hand on his shoulder and quiet well wishes.

Tears sting behind his eyes, burning with memories of days spent hunched over his desk at school, mind too muddled to make sense of what his teacher was talking about. Of the day he’d sat in his guidance counselor’s office, hugged his knees to his chest, and promised to attend more if only they would let him stay.

He blinks them away, reaching for his phone and setting it on the table because his fingers feel too broken to hold it.

Dan: does yur offer fro yeteday till stand

The response is instant.

Phil: of course

Dan: im goin home

Phil: okay

Phil: i’ll be there as soon as possible, okay?

---

The flat is empty when Dan gets there.

He pulls his shirt off at the door, arms aching when he lifts them above his head. A whimper grates at his throat and the fabric scratches along his spine. His fingers fumble when he reaches down to fumble with his trousers, shove them over his hips. He grips at the breakfast bar to kick them off his feet, ankles cracking when his weight settles upon them again.

His legs are too tense. Dan grips at his own thigh, cutting crescents into his skin as he holds himself together, dragging himself forward.

The sofa is still set up for him. The blanket Phil bought is still draped across the leather cushions. There’s a water bottle sitting one corner, next to a box of paracetamol that wasn’t there last night. The heating pad is still plugged in, still sitting there, rolled up nicely.

Dan lets himself fall, feeling the press of cushions to his spine so acutely a tear rolls down his cheek.

He blinks. Another tear falls.

There’s still a blanket hanging in front of the windows. The TV’s still off. Phil’s parents’ blender is sitting on the kitchen counter.

Dan draws his legs onto the sofa, hugs them to his chest until he can feel the dig of knees against the aching bone of his jaw. The next tear that falls smears against his kneecap, leaves his cheek damp.

The fridge, he knows, is filled with fruit Phil bought for smoothies. His bedroom is still mostly empty, but his pillows have shaped themselves to the back of his skull. Phil left his softest towel hanging in the bathroom for Dan to use next time he’s healthy enough to shower.

He swallows. A nerve twinges behind his eyes and he presses his knee to it, trying to quell the well of sorrow that burns behind his eyes, aches in his chest.

If he were in Wokingham, he would have walked through the door and left the painful fabric of his uniform on. Would have locked his spine and knees and marched to his bedroom like a proper young man with a body that bloody works. Would have yelled out fine against the tightness of his throat when his mum asked how his day had gone.

Dan would have locked himself in his bedroom and collapsed onto the floor, too weak to make it to his bed.

Would have curled up in a ball and sobbed until the fragile bones in his chest throbbed from the stutter of his cries.

He used to do that, almost every day. When his dad would glare and his mum would tell him it would pass and there were no pain meds he could take because there’s no need for them, Daniel.

Today, his fingers are too weak to pop a caplet from the box. But they’re there because Phil put them there. Because Phil made sure the flat was as comfortable for Dan as anything could be.

Dan licks at his lips, dry from breathing through his mouth. It tastes of salt, of tears. He glances up again, at where Phil has sacrificed his wall of windows so that Dan could spend painful days in the lounge, less lonely than he would be in the silent darkness of his bedroom.

It feels like home.

He doesn’t want to lose it.

---

Phil’s quiet when he gets home.

He opens the door and closes it with barely a click. Dan listens to him set his work bag down, can imagine him walking towards the sofa, sweeping Dan’s clothes off the floor as he does. His footsteps are heavy, as always. It’s stupidly familiar, sitting there, listening to Phil exist.

It feels less lonely than it did with his family. Dan doesn’t bother to wonder why.

Phil settles on the armrest, and Dan cracks his eyes open. Phil’s wearing a red button down with white spots and skinny jeans, and his hair is combed into a fringe again, after a week of it being pulled back into a quiff. His smile is hesitant, crooked and comforting.

“You’re home early,” says Dan.

“I told my boss something came up with my family emergency,” says Phil.

“‘M not family.”

Phil fidgets, rolls Dan’s clothes between his hands. “I needed a reason to need a week off, so I told them I had a family emergency,” he says, voice low. “So if my boss asks, you’re my boyfriend, okay? Or brother but– Yeah, or brother.”

Dan feels his cheeks burn. “You lied to your boss?”

Phil doesn’t answer. He dips his head so his fringe is covering his eyes, still fidgeting with Dan’s clothes. “Did you take the paracetamol?”

“No,” says Dan. He watches as Phil sets his clothes aside to reach for the box of medication before letting his eyes slip closed, head falling back against the cushions of the sofa. He listens to the crinkle of foil as Phil draws the tablets from their box, the crackle of plastic when he reaches for the water bottle.

It reminds him of when he was little. When his mum would measure sickly sweet syrup for him, hand it to him in a tiny plastic cup without questioning if his pain was real.

A hand nudges at Dan’s shoulder. He cracks his eyes open to see Phil holding out two pills.

Part of him wants to say it won’t help, nothing does. But Phil’s just sitting there with a content smile and Dan still can’t entirely believe it’s not a burden to live with him.

Still can’t trust that, if he’s honest about how broken he is, Phil won’t turn him away.

“Thanks,” mumbles Dan.

Phil drops the tablets into his palm and cracks open the water bottle while Dan lets them fall into his mouth. The sip of water hurts to swallow, the phantom press of pills in his throat lingers even after a second, then third drink. He can practically feel the burn of them hitting his stomach, dissolving into uselessness that he’s long-since given up on.

This pain, he’s learned, doesn’t care about medication.

Phil’s still staring at him. Dan forces himself to crack a smile despite the aches rooted deep in his body.

“Thanks.”

A hint of concern is layered behind Phil’s smile, and Dan’s insides twist.

“You already said that,” says Phil. “How are you feeling?”

Dan shrugs. Something pulls painfully in his back. “Pretty shitty.”

Phil frowns then. He’s started fidgeting again, with the buttons of his shirt now, and reaches up to comb his fringe to the side. His palm settles against the crown of his head, and Dan would laugh at how awkward he looks if he wasn’t bitterly remembering that his stupid, inconvenient body caused this.

“I mean,” says Phil, but he cuts off, frowns again. “I just– How are you feeling, like, up here?”

He knocks his finger against his head once, twice, and Dan feels himself smile, wishing he could laugh without it ricocheting between his ribs and stealing his breath.

“Fine,” he answers. “I’m used to it.”

“But?”

His smile falters. “I’m just worried. About what to do now.”

“Oh,” says Phil. He reaches forward, letting his hand hover over Dan’s thigh before turning to face him, as though seeking permission to touch. When Dan nods, he lets his hand fall to rest on Dan’s knee. “You don’t have to worry about where to live, okay? I told you–”

Dan’s gasp is so quick he almost chokes. “I know,” he says, but it comes out as a shaky whisper that has Phil squeezing his knee gently.

He almost says more.

Almost says you have no idea how much this means to me and how do you know what to do all the time and part of me can’t believe you’re real.

But his mind hangs most stupidly on the soft brush of Phil’s hand over his kneecap.

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*****

The More I Know You (The More I Want To)

Magnus starts it…well not on a whim, per say. But it does just sort of happen one day, when he decides he’s going to restore the old Victorian house he lives in. The house stands on twelve acres of land in western Massachusetts and, while it was beautiful when his parents bought it (long before he came along), it’s since fallen into disrepair.

His parents passed away a year ago, and now every time he walks through the house he’s reminded of its potential. Of the potential they dreamed for it. So he finds himself sitting at the kitchen island one day, eating breakfast and scrolling through tile options on The Home Depot website.

Two hours later, he’s at the cash register with a cart full of tile, glue, faucets, drawer pulls, and curtain rods. The cashier smiles at Magnus as he rings him up. “Big project?” the man asks. His tag reads “Jace.”

Magnus smiles at the blonde teller and nods. “Yes! I’ve decided to update my house and figured I could start in the bathrooms.”

Jace quirks an eyebrow. “All on your own?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you knew any good handymen. I was going to look online but thought I might try word-of-mouth first.”

As Jace pushes buttons on the screen and tells Magnus his final total, he nods. “Actually, my brother, Alec, does some housework. He’s pretty good, helped me rewire my house last year. I can give you his number if you want?”

Magnus pays and loads his haul back into the carriage. “That would be fantastic.”

Jace grabs a slip of paper and writes down a ten-digit number. “Have a wonderful day,” he says with a smile, handing over Alec’s number.

---

“Hi, is this Alec?” Magnus paces in the small area of the first floor bathroom, stalling at the sink before turning and running into the half-demolished tub-slash-shower mess. He runs his hand through his already disheveled and plaster-dust-filled hair.

“Speaking…”

Magnus tilts his head back, eyes closed in silent thanks. “Jace at The Home Depot gave me your number. You’re a handyman, right?”

“That I am!” the voice on the other line confirms. “Do you have a project you need help with?”

Magnus chuckles. “Uh, you could say that. I’m knee-deep in some renovations and have discovered that not only is this a lot harder than I thought it would be, it also requires two people. And one of those people needs to have some basic knowledge of how to demo properly.” He closes his eyes again. “You wouldn’t happen to be free today to help me? I’m kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place. And I mean that almost literally.”

“Sure…but do you want to know my rates first so you can—?”

Magnus cuts him off. “Not to be rude, but if you’re as good as I need you to be then I’ll pay you whatever you want. I’m in quite the pickle right now and could use you ASAP.”

Alec pauses and then Magnus hears him ask, “What’s your address?”

---

Magnus….Magnus did not expect Alec to be this attractive. He just kind of stands there, looking at the exceedingly handsome, well-built Alec, while the handyman stands in the entrance of the bathroom surveying the damage. Magnus tries not to stare at the muscles peeking out from beneath the sleeves of Alec’s black tee or at the toned legs shown off by Alec’s jean shorts. And he tries valiantly to keep his cool when Alec turns his teenage-dream-boat eyes to Magnus. He fails epically.

“This is a lot of damage already for such a small person,” Alec remarks, a hint of a joke in his tone.

Magnus blinks at him. “I promise to not take offense to that if you promise to help even now that you’ve seen the damage.”

Alec grins at his new boss and nods. “Fair enough. Sounds like a deal to me.” He steps over the huge pile of tiles (using his long legs that have not gone unnoticed by Magnus because damn) and stops in front of the shorter man. “So you’re trying to replace the…?” He quirks his eyebrow, waiting for Magnus to fill in the gaps.

Magnus smiles. “What, you can’t tell by the mess?” His grin falls and he shrugs. “Ok fine. No, you can’t tell by the mess. I was hoping to replace the shower unit with tile instead of that ugly white plastic. Also the faucet in the sink, the drawer pulls on the cabinet, the showerhead….there’s something I’m forgetting…oh! The flooring!” He looks down at his feet and taps the toes of his shoes against the bright blue ceramic tile. “Ugly fucking floor,” he mutters under his breath.

Alec must hear him, because the next thing Magnus knows, the man is guffawing. The sound resonates around the small room and Magnus can’t help but join in, the sound contagious. “That really is a lot of damage for someone with no experience.”

“How do you know I don’t have any experience?” Alec quirks an eyebrow and Magnus nods. “Point taken. So? Where do we start?”

Alec grins. “Well, we start by you stepping over this pile and leaving me to work on this.”

Magnus frowns. “Well, I sort of wanted to work on this, too.”

Alec nods. “I understand, but there’s really only enough space in here for one person…and that person needs to have a clue what they’re doing.” He surveys the damage again, thinking. “How about this? I’ll work on clearing this out while you do…whatever you want to do. And when I’m ready to start laying the tile down you can come in and tell me where you want things to go. And you can help lay the tile if you promise to do it exactly how I tell you to.”

“I suppose that’ll work. I’ll just be in the office, then.” He turns to leave and then reverses course. “You’ll come get me?”

Alec looks up from where he’s squatting down, hands full of plaster. “Of course I will. These tiles are heavy and I don’t feel like bending to pick them up. I could use an assistant.” He winks at Magnus and then turns to get to work.

---

“So what prompted the renovations?” Alec asks an hour later.

Apparently, he wasn’t kidding about the helping, and Magnus hands him another tile before responding. “My parents have been gone for a year and I grew up in this house with them. I had the money and the time and I guess I wanted to honor their investment by making it a little nicer.” He shrugs. “The house hasn’t been the same since they died.”

Alec looks up at him after placing another tile on the wall. “I’m sorry if I brought up any negative emotions.”

He looks sincere and so Magnus smiles wanly. “You didn’t know. It’s ok…this house holds a lot of great memories for me. And honestly I think they would want me to do this. They always complained about how the house was falling apart.” He bends to pick up another tile and tilts his head as he looks at the ones on the wall. “Do those look crooked to you?”

Alec’s eyebrow shoots up. “My work is perfect. Your head is crooked.”

Magnus grins and hands him the tile. They work in silence for a while longer. Magnus’ stomach growls loudly and he inspects the time on his phone. “Can I get you anything for lunch?”

Alec, who crouches over a plastic jug to mix grout, pauses to look at Magnus over his shoulder. “You don’t have to do that.”

Magnus waves him off. “I’m going to order sandwiches from a shop in town and go pick them up. What would you like?”

“A BLT? Mustard, no mayo. And a Pepsi?”

Magnus grins. “Got it. Will you be ok here until I get back?”

Alec nods and turns back to mixing the grout. “I’ll be here. Might be able to finish up the shower before you get back.”

“Perfect! I’ll see you in a bit.”

---

On the drive to town Magnus realizes two very important things. The first is that he’s going to need to keep Alec around for a while because this is going to take a lot longer than he expected. And the second is that, if he’s not extremely careful, he could find himself falling headlong in love with Alec.

He lists all of the adjectives he thinks describe Alec (gorgeous, witty, intelligent, gifted, strong, compassionate) in his mind while he pays for the sandwiches and then spends the entire car ride back wishing he hadn’t. Because Alec is exactly the type of guy Magnus would fall for and he seriously can’t spend the next few weeks ogling his handyman at every turn.

He thinks, though, as he hands over the sandwich to Alec who takes it with a smile, that they could become friends.

---

“Did you have a plan at all when you started this?” Alec asks over lunch. In the time Magnus was gone, Alec managed to redo the tile in the shower. He’d emerged triumphantly when Magnus arrived with the sandwiches, taking his lunch gladly and proclaiming his genius.

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t start a project without a plan or an end goal.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his soda. “I just underestimated how much work it would be.”

Alec nods. “That’s what they all say.”

“How long have you been a handyman?”

“It’s been a while. I finished high school and my parents tried to push me down one path but I ended up forging my own. I’ve always been good with my hands.”

Magnus bites his tongue on the many lines of innuendo he wants to spew out. Instead he comments, “The bathroom does look great so far. When you’re finished with that do you think you can help me reno the kitchen?”

Alec looks around at the vintage cabinets, the art deco ceiling, the granite countertops. “Uh…what is it you want to renovate in here?” he asks dubiously.

Magnus sets down his sandwich. “I’ll show you.”

Twenty minutes later Alec is shaking his head and batting at Magnus’s hands to push him back and away from the plans on the table. “First of all, this ceiling is amazing and you just can’t do anything with it. And the cabinets are perfectly fine so don’t touch those either.” He starts to sketch something and cuts off Magnus’s protests. “You can, however, move the island back farther and do something with this wall separating the kitchen and the living room. It’s not load baring and it would open the space up more.”

“And I suppose you could do all this?”

Alec looks up with a smile. “I could, but it’ll take some time. You might be stuck with me for a month or so.”

Magnus shrugs nonchalantly, even though his smile ruins it. “I can think of worse things.”

---

Magnus likes having Alec in the house. He likes it a lot. Alec is even more amazing after two weeks than after two hours. So far, Magnus has helped him finish laying the tile on the bathroom floor, change the showerhead and faucet, and dismantle the current island in the kitchen. And they haven’t stopped talking the entire time.

“Is ‘Alec’ short for anything?”

“Yeah, Alexander.”

Magnus snorts. “Alexander the Great. What a fitting title.” He grunts as he shoulders one end of solid oak used in the construction of the kitchen island. On the other end of the plank Alec just shakes his head and lifts one hand to brush his hair from his eyes. He holds the plank easily in one hand.

“Lift with your knees, Magnus,” Alec says instead of retorting. Magnus just huffs.

While they’re covering the furniture in the living room with tarps to protect from demolition dust Magnus gets curious about Alec’s business. “So, you’ve been here Monday through Friday from ten until five for the past two weeks.”

Alec looks up at him over the back of one of the sofas. “Yes?”

“Do you not have any other clients?”

Alec smiles and looks down at his hands, smoothing out the tarp. “None that are this much fun to work with. Plus, the renovations you’re doing now are extensive enough that I don’t need to take on any other jobs at the moment.”

“So I have you all to myself.”

It’s kind of said in an undertone and Alec isn’t quite sure if he’s supposed to hear it. But he still smiles and says, “I guess you do.”

Magnus looks up at him. “What would you like for lunch today?” he asks instead of commenting on what may have been (what he hopes was) a moment between them.

---

Magnus cackles wildly as he brings down the sledgehammer against the wall once again. Dust and debris flies everywhere, ricocheting off the safety goggles Alec made him wear. His eyes are bright with joy when he looks over at Alec.

“Having fun?” Alec asks. He’s got his arms crossed over his chest like he’s waiting for Magnus to get tired and for the real demolition to begin. But he has a wide smile on his face and Magnus thinks they’ve crossed another threshold in their friendship. There’s something about the smile, like it’s a mixture of fond and fed-up that can really only be achieved once feelings get involved.

Magnus presents the hammer to Alec. “That was the most fun I’ve had in years.”

“You definitely need to get out more.” Alec keeps smiling as he says it, though, and takes the hammer. “Please stand back while the real professional works.”

Magnus rolls his eyes. “And when does she show up?”

Alec pauses with the hammer on his shoulder. “Are you questioning my abilities while I have a sledge hammer on my shoulder?”

Magnus chuckles. “No, of course I’m not,” he sarcastically tosses over his shoulder as he saunters out of the room. He can just barely hear the sound of Alec’s laughter over the hammer hitting plaster.

---

“So Jace tells me you haven’t taken any other clients in two months,” Isabelle says easily around her mug of coffee.

Alec rolls his eyes. “I’m allowed to run my business however I want to.”

“Run it straight into the ground for all I care. What I want to know is who is this mystery guy?”

“He’s…I don’t know, Iz, he’s great.” Alec blushes and takes a sip of coffee while Isabelle squeals in delight. “I’ve never met someone quite like him.”

“You like him! That’s amazing, Big Bro! Have you put the moves on him yet?” She waggles her eyebrows.

“It’s…there hasn’t been a right time. We’re just friends right now. Close, but friends.”

Isabelle rolls her eyes. “There’s gotta be more than that if he keeps making up projects for you.”

Alec shrugs. “The kitchen is almost done. He’s probably just going to pay me for that work and then send me on my way.”

“Yeah, but if he doesn’t that means that he still wants you around. Just go for it!”

Alec sips his coffee. “Maybe.”

---

“Do you think you can help me renovate the master bathroom and bedroom?” Magnus asks one morning while Alec’s measuring out the wood for the kitchen island. He’s standing in the (one unaltered) doorframe clutching his cup of coffee to his chest.

Alec looks up at him. “It’s going to be another few weeks of work.”

Magnus takes a sip of his coffee. “Good. I’ve started to enjoy having you around.”

Alec smiles, his heart skipping a beat, and looks down at the wood in his hands. “Why don’t you put that coffee down and come help me measure?”

Magnus snorts. “Right, cause that went so well the first time.”

“Just shut up and come over here.”

Magnus rolls his eyes but he’s smiling once he makes his way through the construction and debris. “Where do you want me?”

Alec grabs his arm and gently pulls him over where he’s standing. His arms form a cage around Magnus and they’re standing chest to back facing the wood. Magnus stops breathing. “This is your ruler,” Alec states, lifting Magnus’s left hand and placing it on the metal ruler. “And this is your pencil.” Alec folds a pencil into Magnus’s right hand. “Put the ruler on the end and measure six inches in.”

Magnus is hyper-focused on Alec’s touch surrounding him, his warm hands on his and his warm chest pressing into his back. He can even feel Alec’s breath on his ear as he leans over his shoulder. “Here?” Magnus asks, pressing his pencil down.

“Right here is perfect,” Alec replies quietly.

Magnus reads the double meaning in the statement and tries not to blush too furiously as he makes the mark. “Well this has all been very educational—“ he begins, turning in Alec’s arms. He’s stopped by their proximity, faces now inches away from each other, and looks down at Alec’s lips distractedly.

“I’ve always been told I’m a good teacher,” Alec says lowly, also staring at Magnus’s lips. His tongue comes out to wet his as he leans down toward Magnus, pulled by the gravity between them.

Magnus wants to lean in and seal their lips together but something is still holding him back. He leans away with a small apologetic smile. “I need to go do some of my own work. Thanks for the lesson.” He nudges past Alec’s arm and walks away but can’t help turning around and checking on Alec before he leaves the room. “Maybe you can teach me something else tomorrow.”

Alec looks up with a smile on his face. “I’ll be here for a while, right? Plenty of time to show you everything I know.”

Magnus picks up his mug and walks out of the room. He pauses in the hallway to lean his head against the wall and just breathe.

---

“Do you like him?” Catarina asks him over the phone. Magnus can hear the smirk in her voice.

“Gee, let’s think. I’ve been talking about him non-stop for three months and I keep making up projects so he’ll stay. Yeah, Cat, I think I like him.” He pauses, reconsiders, admits “I think I love him” in a quieter voice, full of vulnerability.

“Oh, honey, you’ve got it bad. But if you feel this way why haven’t you told him? You said he’s made moves on you, right?”

“Yes…”

“Well, why don’t you just let it happen?’

Magnus sighs and thumps his head back on the guest room bed. He’s been using this room since they started master bed and bath renovations. “I don’t know. Because I’m afraid it’ll end badly? What if he doesn’t love me, too, Cat?”

“Sounds to me like he does.”

“Maybe…”

Catarina sighs. “You want my advice? Go get him. Next time he makes a move don’t run away from him just go with it. I’m willing to bet you won’t be disappointed.”

Magnus nods. “You’re probably right. Thanks dear.”

She snorts. “Of course I’m right. Why else would you be calling me? Love you!”

---

Ultimately, it’s Magnus’s decision to rewire the house that brings them together. It’s…not his best idea. And he’s lucky Alec was coming over on his day off just to spend time with Magnus because something goes terribly, horribly wrong.

Alec pulls into the driveway just as lights in the living room start to flicker. He throws the truck in park and bolts into the house, his feet barely touching the ground. He finds Magnus lying on his back in the living room. When he presses his fingers to his neck he can’t feel a pulse.

Alec’s heart almost stops beating at the thought that Magnus might be dead. He dials 911 and puts the phone on speaker as he starts CPR. “911, what is your emergency?”

“I’m at 1149 Harkness Road. There’s a thirty-year-old man who was trying to rewire his house and got shocked. I can’t feel a pulse and I’m doing CPR,” Alec speaks quickly but clearly as he presses down on Magnus’s chest. The emergency service technician is speaking to him but he’s not listening, focusing entirely on keeping Magnus alive.

“Damn you,” he mumbles under his breath. Magnus doesn’t respond. Alec pulls back, takes a deep breath, and seals his lips around Magnus’s, pushing air into his lungs. He takes another breath and does it again before going back to compressions. “Come back to me,” he begs.

He gets through two more sets before panic starts to set in. He presses harder on Magnus’s chest and sends a prayer out to the universe before pressing his lips to Magnus’s again.

He doesn’t realize what’s happening at first. But then Magnus’s tongue presses against his and he’s now no longer performing mouth-to-mouth. Now it’s a full-on kiss. He pulls back with wide eyes and stares down at Magnus.

“You’re alive!” Alec breathes. “He’s alive!” he says loud enough for the phone to pickup even as he hears sirens in the distance.

Magnus blinks up at him, stunned. “What happened? Were you kissing me?”

Alec shakes his head. “You idiot.” And then he leans down and kisses Magnus properly because his heart is beating a mile a minute and he almost just lost this imperfect and ridiculous human and he can’t bear that thought. So he kisses Magnus softly and brushes his hair back from his forehead when he pulls back.

The paramedics come in after that and Alec follows them to the hospital. He waits for an hour until they’re done checking Magnus over and he can go into the room. “So apparently I have no idea how to rewire a house,” Magnus says sheepishly.

Alec shakes his head. “You scared me.” He walks over to the bed slowly, still talking. “What the hell were you thinking? Were you even thinking? You could have died, Magnus. Do you understand? I told you not to touch the wiring. Will you ever listen to me?” He reaches the bed.

Magnus grabs him by the shirt and reels him in for a kiss, because all he heard in Alec’s entire speech were the words I love you repeated over and over in six different ways. “I’m sorry,” he whispers against Alec’s lips.

“Moron,” Alec replies, though the insult is diminished by the fondness in his voice and the smile on his face.

A tiny voice sounds at the door behind them. “Knock, knock.” Alec turns to see an adorable nurse (she’s so tiny and there’s no way she’s much older than Alec) standing in the doorway looking sheepishly at them. “Sorry, gentlemen, just need to check on Mr. Bane here.” Alec steps back from the bed and she smiles at him. “Excuse me.”

“Do you think I’ll live?” Magnus asks, all serious. Alec wants to reach out and choke him. Too soon he mouths behind the nurse’s shoulder.

“Just barely, thanks to the person who saved your life,” the nurse responds, tilting her head in Alec’s direction. Alec nods in a ‘she knows what’s what’ sort of way. Magnus just grins at him.

“Am I cleared to leave?”

She shakes her head. “Not just yet, sorry. The doctor wants to keep you overnight to be certain you’re ok. I’m the overnight nurse on call, so if you need anything just press the button and ask for Clary.” She turns to Alec. “Good work saving him. I’ve known him all of five seconds and I can already tell he’s a pain.” She winks at him and walks out.

“Hey! What about bedside manner?” Magnus calls after her.

Alec chuckles. “Well I guess I’ll leave you to rest up for tonight. I’ll come back tomorrow to pick you up after they discharge you?”

Magnus nods and reaches out a hand. “Thank you for saving my life,” he says sincerely. “And I solemnly swear to never touch live wires ever again.” He squeezes Alec’s hand. Alec squeezes back and then they just sort of stay like that, looking at each other, until Magnus breaks first and bites his lip. “So, the kissing thing is nice,” he says.

Alec smiles back. “It’s much better when you’re fully conscious and not trying to lick my tonsils.”

Magnus drops his hand to throw both of his into the air. “I try to say one nice thing and you have to go and be all sarcastic about it.”

Alec’s laughing, though, and pulling Magnus’s hands back down onto the bed. “Calm down or they’ll keep you for longer than a night. Yes, the kissing is nice. And when I bring you back home tomorrow maybe we can continue it horizontally.”

Magnus quirks an eyebrow. “Oh yes, I think that can be arranged.” They lock eyes for a second and then both break down into laughter.

“I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Kiss for the road?” Magnus asks. Alec bites his lip and then leans down to kiss Magnus gently but thoroughly. “Damn,” Magnus whispers when he pulls back.

“Rest up,” Alec demands as he heads out of the room. He can’t fight the grin on his face.

When he gets to the parking lot, Alec pulls out his cell phone and calls his brother. “Hey, Jace, I need your help tonight. Think you’re up to pulling an all-nighter for the job I’m working?”

---

“So this is Magnus, huh?” Jace asks, studying the family picture on the wall. Alec remembers Magnus telling him about it, the happy photo of him and his parents smiling and laughing together. It was a candid photo during the last family photography session they ever had.

Alec stops next to Jace, arms full of wooden planks, and smiles. “Yeah, that’s Magnus.” He’s so happy in the picture, face lit up with joy, that Alec can’t help but smile.

Jace catches the expression on his face and rolls his eyes. “You’re so fucking in love it’s disgusting.”

Alec slaps him with the boards. “Shut up and follow me.”

They work through the night, finishing the painting and laying the wooden flooring. Alec already finished the master bath a week ago and the lighting in the room is done. All in all it looks warm and homey, even without furniture. “Not bad,” Jace says with a nod as he surveys their work.

“Come on, let’s work on the kitchen island while everything dries and sets.”

By the time eleven am rolls around and Magnus is texting Alec for a ride home, the furniture is back in the master bedroom and the kitchen island is three-quarters finished. Alec claps Jace on the shoulder. “Thanks for the help.”

Jace, expression exhausted, just nods. “Only because you love him.” He points at Alec. “And only because he almost died. You know you’re going to have to fill Izzy in about all this eventually, right?”

Alec groans and ushers Jace out of the house, locking up quickly. “Maybe if I stay away and keep hiding she’ll never know?”

Jace chuckles. “Like that would ever work. She’s Izzy.”

Alec waves him off and climbs into his car to head to the hospital. He parks in the lot and finds Magnus checking out at the front counter. Alec also notices a familiar head of red hair. “Hi, Magnus,” Alec says as he walks up to them.

“Hi Alec!” the nurse, Clary, greets. “Magnus and I were just talking about you. Well…we kind of didn’t stop talking about you all night.”

Alec’s eyebrows shoot up and he turns his gaze on Magnus, who’s looking sheepishly back at him. “I was bored. You know how it is. And it was a slow night for her so Clary and I stayed up chatting.” He yawns. “And as a result I didn’t get much sleep. The guest bedroom still has a mattress for me when we get home, right?”

Alec thinks of the surprise he has for Magnus but nods anyways. “Yeah, it’s still there until the master is finished.” He smiles at Clary. “Sorry he kept you from your work. Magnus doesn’t really have a concept of other people’s time.”

Magnus rolls his eyes and scoffs while Clary just giggles. “Oh, please, Alexander. Clary and I are great friends. She even added me on facebook.” He takes Alec’s hand and laces their fingers together. “But you are right. We should get home. It was lovely to meet you, Biscuit.” Magnus wraps his free arm around Clary and then lets Alec pull him away.

“How are you feeling?” Alec asks on the drive home.

Magnus shrugs. “Like I got electrocuted, died, and was brought to life by my boyfriend.”

Alec looks at him. “So we’re dating?”

Magnus rolls his eyes. “Unless you kiss every person you work for.”

“You mean you don’t kiss everyone who works on your house? My brother’s going to be so offended.”

Magnus scoffs but then hones in on part of Alec’s sentence. “Wait, when did your brother work on the house?”

Alec shrugs noncommittally and doesn’t respond. Magnus frowns but drops it. They’re almost home anyways.

---

“You’re kidding.”

Alec’s standing behind Magnus, arms wrapped around his waist and head lowered to rest his chin on Magnus’s shoulder. “Jace, my brother, helped. Do you like it?”

Magnus spins in his arms and locks his hands together around Alec’s neck. “I almost died and you saved me and yet instead of waiting for me to do something for you, you came here and did something for me?” Magnus pulls him down and kisses him. “Of course I like it.”

Alec leans down to kiss him again, except Magnus yawns and breaks the moment. He looks sheepish and sorry about it, but Alec can’t help the fond smile that breaks out on his face. “Let’s take a nap,” he suggests.

Magnus nods and slides out of his embrace. “A nap sounds like exactly what I need.” He kicks off his shoes before walking into the finished bedroom and walks into the closet to change into pajama pants. Before he gets too far with changing, he grabs a pair of his larger sweatpants and throws them out to Alec.

They climb into bed together; Magnus curls up against Alec and shivers at how warm his body is. They fit together easily and being in bed like this is just as easy as every conversation they’ve had since Alec saved Magnus in his bathroom all those weeks ago. Alec kisses the top of Magnus’s head and smiles down at him.

Magnus pulls him closer. “I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship,” he mumbles sleepily.

Alec chuckles. “Just go to sleep.” But there’s a smile in his voice and on his face, and he pulls Magnus just a little bit closer. Right before Magnus dozes off, he hears Alec whisper, “I’m so glad I didn’t lose you.” And he thinks he might hear Alec whisper, “I love you,” but he’s already half-passed-out and it might be his imagination.

Alec stares down at Magnus, running his fingers through his hair and thinking about what he just said to this man. The words feel heavy in his mouth, but still right. “Maybe I’ll tell you for real when we wake up,” Alec muses. He doesn’t think for much longer, though, as his own sleep deprivation pulls him under.

It’s the best either of them has slept in a long time.

#notcrypticbutcoy #malecsanta17 #*fic17 #*gifts17

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sadistic-second · 6 years ago

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△ - Silk ribbons. Have fun~

Reno had been kicking it in Rufus’s office that day, his turn to watch their boss’s back. They were closing up shop for the night as it were. The redhead was leaning in back in the blond’s chair, feet propped up on his desk. The man who owned the desk was having a conversation with his personal secretary about his appointments for tomorrow. Something they had said made the Turk snicker. A side glance towards Reno made him nearly fall out of the chair as he tried to straighten up.

“What’s so funny, Reno?”

A simple enough question to have been asked. An easy enough answer could have slipped out of his mouth. All he’d have to have said was a joke or something. Like he was actually capable of giving a real answer. He licked his lips and shrugged, getting up from the desk and walking out from around it.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about your conversation.” He rolled his eyes with a wink towards the secretary, “I’m sure the silk would be lovely. That’s what the boss likes after all.” He chuckled and went to leave, stand outside the door and wait for the man to finish. He didn’t need to be in there, the office was probably the safest place for Rufus to be.

He walked his boss all the way down to the car where Tseng was waiting. He went to wave off the transfer of their mutual benefactor, but as Rufus was getting into the car, he glanced back at Reno.

“What are your plans for tonight?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it. Probably just home, dinner, and sleep.”

“You do that often?”

“I mean. I go out with friends sometimes.”

Something flashed over the blond’s face and Reno immediately felt uneasy. But the man just got into his car and the door shut. Tseng followed suit, but before the car pulled away, the window rolled down.

“Try and behave yourself. I’d hate for something to happen to you.”

The sense of dread that washed over him only lingered for as long as he could see the retreating car. After it was gone, there was a reassuring hand on his shoulder and his best friend was leading him off towards their favorite bar for a night out on the town.

—————-

A few days had passed by now. The conversation they’d had all but forgotten. It was a Friday night. Obviously, everyone had plans. Rufus had a date, Reno had a party with some of the other Turks, Rude was getting some of the party supplies, and Tseng was supposed to be accompanying Rufus, but he appeared to be MIA. Which was probably why about ten minutes before Reno was allowed to leave, his desk phone started ringing.

“Who the blazes … No one ever uses the desk phone.” He muttered as he reached for it. “Hello?” He blinked when it hung up immediately. From his pocket was a shotgun blast and its shells hitting the ground. He reached for his phone and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Ah, Reno. I’m glad you answered.”

Why wouldn’t he answer though? This was his pho- Wait, Rude answered sometimes because he was asleep. Okay, so that was reasonable. He seemed to go silent on the line and that prompted a, “Are you awake, Reno?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.”

“Good, I’ll be needing you in my office with me tonight. I’m working late.”

“Isn’t Tseng supposed to be with you tonight? I got this thing I’m supposed to be doing tonight and-…”

“Are you telling me no, Reno?”

“What? No. It’s just …”

“I expect to see you in ten minutes.”

There was a familiar click of the boss hanging up and Reno threw his phone across the room. No! Not tonight! Any night but tonight! What was so important that Tseng couldn’t babysit?! Why did he have to?! He called Rude and told him that he might be late. He had a small hope he’d be released with enough time to make the party. He got up and picked up his phone on his way out.

He locked up his office and shoved his phone in the inner pocket of his jacket and hands in his pants pockets. His night wasn’t turning out the way that he had intended. He made sure that he had his head held up high when he approached the door. He knocked and was told it was open. He rolled his eyes and pushed the door open.

He couldn’t be sure what it was he saw before something slipped over his eyes. Had it been his goggles, he still would have been able to see. No, this was solid and he wasn’t sure. It felt odd against his skin, he couldn’t quite place the material. So he went to reach up to touch it when his hand was smacked away.

“Tut tut, who said you were allowed to touch?”

Those were words he just never expected to hear from those lips. Even so, he never really expected them to be used in his direction either. His jacket was removed and his sleeves were rolled up slightly. He could have been doing this himself, but he wasn’t allowed to touch. Touch what? Just the blindfold or …

“Do not touch unless I give you express permission to.”

Whelp. Guess that meant he couldn’t touch at all. Okay well, his wrists were being placed behind his back and something was being wrapped around them. Reno’s mind was quickly going blank because he had seen enough pornos to know where this was going. He just didn’t really expect that Rufus would choose him. Weren’t there more suitable men if this was how his boss swung? How did he swing anyway? Something he would have to ask eventually if he remembered anything after this.

But honestly, what were they doing here? He was being guided somewhere and he could only assume the desk. A further indication of this thought was when the blond made sure to grind the Turk’s hip against the corner of it. A grunt later, he was sitting in the chair. He slouched so his hands wouldn’t get hurt. He wasn’t really sure how to sit though so his legs were slightly open. So was this is? Just going to blindfold him, bind his hands, and leave him there? Honestly, he wouldn’t have expected anything beyond this. Payback for his comment the other day probably.

Time had passed, or at least it seemed like it had. In reality, it had only been about a minute. Rufus had his supplies laid out on his desk. It was almost a pity he set up such a “romantic” atmosphere on such a blindfolded man, but hey. He might remove it if only to see his expression. What face would this Turk make?

One might call this borderline harassment. Another might just call it testing the loyalty of one’s followers. Another could assume that this was just some kind of unbridled jealousy that one had for the other because he was constantly out with friends having fun. Another could have said they were just having a date night, keeping things on the down low.

But realistically, Rufus just really enjoyed watching Reno squirm. His great and menacing sadistic Turk being reduced to a whimpering mess. There was no greater pleasure than knowing he was the only one who could make such a beast of a man into this. He smirked a bit as he watched the redhead shift in the chair. So helpless, so unknowing.

“You, uh, you gonna let me go now, Boss?”

“No.”

Oh. Yeah, he wasn’t sure why he thought the man would say yes. He shifted on the chair again and tried to get comfortable. He felt something glide its way across his face. It might have been a feather. It felt nice at least. It wasn’t a slap or anything as what would have graced his face. The feather traced along the bare parts of his face before it tickled one of his ears. His head tilted to the side to make it stop. When he changed ears he tried to do the same thing. He made a noise and the feather was taken away.

“You don’t like that?”

“It just tickles.”

“Oh?”

The tone of that was enough to have him squirm. He wasn’t sure that meant. He knew, however, that the man in front of him was now undoing the buttons to his shirt. God, this just wasn’t what Reno thought he’d be doing tonight. He couldn’t help but wonder though if he would have had a girl to take home. He let his mind wander for a few moments before something tickled one of his nipples.

He gasped and squirmed in the seat. It was obviously the feather again, or so he hoped. It made its rounds from one nipple to the other, dipping down into his belly button. That elicited quite the squeal and the blond seemed very pleased with himself. How easy it would have been to just get his hands out of their silken bounds and just get up. Walk away. He’d have to be quick about fixing his shirt and grabbing his jacket though.

However, it was the morbid curiosity that kept him in his seat. He wanted to know just how far his boss was going to take this. He figured they’d stop before it got too far. But how far would that truly be? He licked his lips and adjusted his position in the chair. Where were they going to go with this?

He shifted just a bit more, but the. He was being somewhat roughed into a different position and more of … Something was being tied around him and he was being tutted at again.

“Now you be a good boy, Reno, and stop squirming.”

Why did that have to be one of the most erotic things he had heard in a while? And why did it make his skin crawl? And was that … No, it couldn’t be. There was no way. He was smart enough and aware enough to know that the bounds that held him were loose enough to escape from. Again, he seemed to have an opportunity to escape.

He did not.

“Enjoying yourself, Reno? You weren’t the type that I thought would enjoy this, but …”

There was a chuckle and he felt someone sit on his lap. He felt his heartbeat quicken, his breathing seemed to hitch in his throat. He felt warm air rush against his ear and the briefest of whispers float onto his mind.

“Just how far can I get you to go before you scream stop?”

The chills. The shivers. The soft noise that might have been a moan. Whatever made him think this was just going to be a simple endeavor must have been sadly mistaken. He felt something press against his lips. It had his eyes widening when he realized what was happening. Was it the tongue against his own that had alerted him or was it because he was getting more excited?

Another silk ribbon was added to his form when they broke apart. This time in his mouth. A gag? And here he thought the man would have wanted to hear him scream. Although he would admit that he expected Rufus to leave his lap, the man lingered. But for what purpose? Curious, all Reno could do was wait. But would he make it that long?

If Rufus’s intent was to make Reno uncomfortable, he succeeded. However, it wasn’t the kind of uncomfortable that most would have expected. He felt like grinding his teeth against the fabric in his mouth, but he didn’t want to ruin it. It was bad enough it was in his mouth already. He wasn’t sure where this was going to go, but Rufus had gotten up at least. He could hear movement on the desk, but he had no idea what was happening. He couldn’t see. So what was he going to do next?

There were a plethora of things someone could do to someone else in a position like this. What Rufus did instead was pick up a paintbrush and some body paint. He walked back over to the redhead and moved his shirt out of the way. He wasn't sure what he was going to draw, but then he had an idea. He very carefully wrote a series of words over the other’s chest and stepped back to take a picture of it. There, perfect. This could go up in his private collection of Turk pictures.

“Alright.” The voice sounded like the very silk that snared him. “Perfection.”

Reno had no idea what was going on, but something was placed over his front and he was being transported out of the room. The building was basically empty at this point. No need to embarrass his Turk further. He made sure to take him all the way back to his office, unlocking the door and letting him inside. He put him in the middle of his office and left him there. He set a timer on the desk, half an hour should be long enough. He walked towards the door and with a smirk that would have made any villain proud, said,

“When the timer goes off, you can leave. But remember, Reno. You have to be a good boy, okay?”

Just watching the Turk shiver was enough for him. Now he had to get home and ready for his real date.

#ivory-paragon #So I had this idea #Then I didn't #Then this happened instead #You can't judge me #You asked for this #SorryNotSorry

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sadistic-second · 6 years ago

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🎡

Reno was on his couch in his office, hands behind his head, eyes closed. Rude was sitting at the redhead’s desk filling out the rest of the paperwork for the day. They were waiting for one other Turk to join them before they headed out for the night. The night was going to be filled with drinks, friends, and parties. Reno felt like he deserved that as a job well done for not crashing the helicopter today. One might not think that a grand achievement, but a casual glance at the Turk’s track record can confirm that he isn’t exactly the best at well. See, the thing here was that Reno was the best. It’s just that sometimes, due to circumstances out of his control, things happen.

“God, what’s taking her so long?” Reno whined; Elena was late and thus had begun to throw off the whole flow for the night.

“I’m sure she’s having trouble getting way from Rufus. You know how she sticks to him.”

“Okay, but like. Isn’t that Tseng’s job? Don’t you think that’s weird? How they’re both basically attached to his hips?”

“Not my place to judge.”

The redhead gave a frustrated sigh and reached for a pillow that he had kicked off earlier. He pushed it down over his own face and let out one of the most startling screams that Rude had ever heard. It sounded like an animal being strangled. He just sighed and shook his head. They would give her ten more minutes and if she still wasn��t here they’d leave without her.

Once he was finished screaming, he thrust the pillow downwards and hugged it to his chest. He stared up at the ceiling and began to count the seconds in his head. At some point, he must have fallen asleep. It was almost like counting sheep. The other Turk in the room wanted to put that pillow back over the other’s face to smother him. Could he get away with that? He would have liked to have thought that he could, but perhaps it would be better to wait. Maybe Elena would show up and they could leave.

It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later that the door opened. Reno, already in the thralls of a bad mood, got off the couch and started to walk towards the door. “It’s about time, Ro- . . .” He was caught dramatically off guard by Rufus standing in the doorway instead. Why was their boss here? He brushed passed the redhead and approached the man at the desk. They seemed to have a conversation for a few minutes. Whatever they were saying didn’t seem to register to the other’s mind. Out of all the people . . . He spotted Elena and Tseng standing on either side of his door and walked over to them and began to demand answers.

Tseng revealed nothing and all Elena did was laugh. Reno turned around to ask his boss what the meaning of this was, but the man was once again holding his hand out to him. This wasn't like when they were at the birthday party. Somehow this felt different. He just stood there and stared at it seemingly to be stunned into silence.

“My date for the evening seems to have canceled on me. I believe she fell ill. I need someone to accompany me for the rest of my evening. Care to join me?”

The words seemed to go in one ear and out the other. Rufus had plenty of women he made the public showing of taking to dinner. Whether or not he did anything with them afterward he had no idea. So if one date canceled, he had a plethora of other ladies to call upon. And if he really wanted to pick a Turk, Elena was available. And of the other women were available. But no. This man decided, ‘Hey, Reno is free. Going to take him to dinner instead.’

“Reno, are you going to join me? My plans may not be time sensitive this evening, but I would like to get started.”

“Y-yeah, sure.” He paused for a second, “Do I, uh, have time to go change? I’d like to freshen up.”

“I would prefer that. I heard about what you did today. I don't want that smell ruining dinner.”

Reno made to leave, but Rufus cleared his throat. He turned around to look at him and made a face. He indicated his hand and waited for it to be taken. The redhead seemed to hesitate before laying his hand in the open palm. Rufus decided to take things a step further and leaned down, placing the gentlest of kisses on the male’s knuckles. The Turks shouldn't have been surprised, but honestly? This wasn't even the worst of it right now.

The two of them walked all the way out of the ShinRa Building, in front of plenty of witnesses, and out to Rufus’s car. Before the blond would let him in, however, he had a towel put down to avoid smearing his filth all over the place. Once that was all taken care of, they went off to the Turk’s apartment. Reno was convinced that this man had copied his keys. They entered and he was ushered off down the hallway towards his bedroom. The President then sort of just waited on the man’s couch to wait for him.

Reno took his time in the shower. He had to make sure all of his work smell was gone. Then came the whole drying off and other grooming. Then he walked into his bedroom to get dressed. He honestly had no idea what he was going to wear. He sighed as he dropped the towel and just put on a clean uniform. However, he did the unthinkable. He buttoned it properly, tucked it in, and even closed his jacket. Little man was growing up.

“Alright, I'm ready.”

Rufus seemed impressed for all of three seconds, if that, once he saw his Turk. He got up and walked over to him, adjusting pieces of his outfit before standing back, holding the man at arm's length.

“Much better, let's go.”

They once again walked hand in hand back down to the car. Once inside they sat in relative silence. Reno would have spoken, but he was nervous. Again he wasn't even really sure why. He could be alone anywhere with this man at work. He'd feel nothing. Why was it that this situation, in particular, was giving him butterflies?

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Rufus again escorted Reno by the hand. Man, this was getting to be quite routine and he wasn't sure how to take this. He was pretty sure he saw women blushing at the sight of them, whispering to their friends and husbands. He wasn't really sure how this was going to be received, but he certainly knew more rumors were going to be spread at work.

They were escorted to a table and given menus. There was a very bold line drawn in the figurative sand here; Rufus stated that Reno would have whatever he wanted. However, he could only order one thing for each course. This was going to be a five-course meal and he hoped that Reno chose wisely. But there were just so many things to choose from! He spent longer than was necessary to figure out his order. Rufus had started drinking the wine that had been brought out to him. While he wished his Turk would hurry up, at least now he had something to occupy his time. He had an idle conversation about bringing a bib out for the redhead as he assumed things were going to get very messy. This was agreed upon and the waiter left.

When Reno was finally ready to order, he made sure to tell the man exactly how he wanted everything. It seemed a bit odd, but they were willing to of things how he wanted given that he was with Rufus. So after that, the blond ordered and waited for the waiter to leave. He offered his companion s0me of the wine and Reno all too eagerly took it. Honestly, the man could have finished the bottle all on his own. He actually did. Rufus had barely even gotten halfway through his own and was just staring at Reno. He knew the man could drink, but he just never thought the man could do it with wine.

Proved wrong again.

After ordering another wine of the red variety all for himself, he ordered the other something a bit more his style. Reno appreciated this and seemed to calm down his own drinking. This place was rather impressive if he said so himself. Not one he would normally have gone to. His taste was more diners and back alley holes in the wall. He considered that some pretty decent food. Places like this, that he assumed his boss went to often, were just miles above where he liked. Not that that was a bad thing, mind. He was just saying.

Their first course came and went and Reno wasn't impressed. It did taste good though. There just wasn't enough of it. Not to mention it seemed like he was using his utensils wrong. He had to be corrected a number of times throughout the entire meal. He wasn't sure that he enjoyed that. He also didn't understand what the point was. Like, just eat like a normal human. He was pleased to know he could eat dessert however he wanted though. That was great!

“Man, your date doesn’t know what she’s missing! All of that was great!”

Reno assumed that this was only going to be dinner. He would be wrong. Oh so very wrong. Honestly, the Turk felt ready for bed. His stomach was full and he had been drinking a bit. He could still walk on his own so that was a plus. Now for the walk back. They were, of course, still holding hands. Whatever nerves Reno may have been complaining about before was gone. So he was humming to himself and slipped into the car after his boss. He expected to be taken home, but instead, they were going somewhere else.

“Where are we going?”

“Did you think this was only dinner?”

“Yeah? I figured you'd only want to take me to dinner.”

“This is a date, Reno. What kind of a man do you take me for?”

Honestly, Reno had no response for that. He would have liked to have been able to speak about what kind of man he thought his boss was. He thought he was a great man. He probably treated all his dates with the utmost respect and all that bullshit. He huffed at himself; bullshit wasn't the right word to use, but he just wasn't smart enough to think of another word.

He didn't really answer, he let it hang in the air. He supposed it might have been rhetorical since the other didn't seem to be bothered by the lack of an answer. They eventually arrived at The Golden Saucer and honestly, Reno was surprised.

“I had another destination in mind, but I figured that this was more your style.”

Admittedly, he was curious as to what the other would have been. But he wasn't going to argue. This seemed like it would be rather enjoyable. He was given pocket money and told to, “Have fun.” It was almost like he was a kid again. Rufus followed him around silently. Was he judging his Turk? Probably. Was he going to remember all of this for later use?. Most definitely.

Eventually though, their night was coming to an end. Rufus suggested the Ferris wheel. They would get a glimpse of the whole place before leaving to go home. Reno loved this idea. He carried the giant kangaroo that he'd won with him and managed to squeeze it into the compartment. Rufus joined the pair and the ride began.

It wasn't too bad, he supposed. He was trying to push the stuffed animal out of the way through so he could see out his side's window. The higher they got the more he could see. He was getting a bit excited actually. Once they got to the top, it stopped. He assumed it was supposed to do that. So he just enjoyed himself at first.

“This is pretty nice actually. I love it up here.” Compared to being in a helicopter, this wasn't all that great. Still nice though. He got to see all of the places; the lights, the sounds. It was all pretty great. But after about ten minutes he was starting to get concerned.

“Are we stuck?”

“You've only just noticed? I figured it would take you longer. You've been making out with the kangaroo for a bit.”

“Jealous of her, eh?”

“Oh, yes of course.”

Reno had another quip lined up for a ‘no’, but it derailed rather horribly at the ‘yes’. To clarify, he wasn't making out with the kangaroo. He was trying to move it out of the window so he could see the ground. It wasn't really working all that well. So he sighed and just leaned back against it.

“We could just sit here, I guess. Wait to be rescued.”

“You're a Turk, right?”

“Yeah, why?” Fuck kind of question was that?

“Rescue me.”

Reno stared at Rufus for an unfathomable amount of time. Or so it would have seemed like. In reality, it had only been about five minutes. What did he mean rescue him? He could see that smirk spreading across that man’s face. Just what kind of man did he take Reno for?! He would have said something, maybe even done something, but there had been movement on the ground for quite some time now. They heard that Rufus Shinra was stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel and got him down as soon as they could. Reno just didn't understand sometimes the things that came out of that man’s mouth.

Once rescued, Rufus made sure to take Reno home and helped him get the kangaroo inside. He told the Turk he wanted to see him bright and early, as always. Then he left. Sighing, Reno collapsed on his couch. Tonight had certainly been fun though.

#Trapped with the boss but in a good way #Reno how is this a good way #Well we aren't dead #Reno #What #Somehow this is your fault #Probably #ivory-paragon

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