#reno sinclair one shot

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BEYONCÉ - "TEXAS HOLD 'EM"

Maybe the colossal discography of Beyoncé -- which now includes country music -- might lend a clue?

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Dorian Sinclair: Rhiannon Giddens’ banjo is the first thing you hear on “Texas Hold ‘Em,” and it’s both a lovely introduction in its own right and a suggestion that Beyoncé is undertaking this genre shift in a smart, informed way. The banjo work isn’t the only standout on the track, either. Beyoncé, as always, knows how to wrap her voice around a melody line, and the backing harmonies are frequently gorgeous. I just wish the song that this is all in service to felt a little less slight. “Texas Hold ‘Em” is undeniably a real country song — but a middling one. [6]

Rachel Saywitz: Beyoncé’s long-awaited country turn is a bit lackluster, if only due to the nonsensicality of it—I find it hard to believe that the rumored Vegas Sphere headliner has been to a grimy Southern dive bar, drinking bad whiskey out of Solo cups, even once during the past few decades of her career. “Texas Hold ‘Em” sounds like what a pop star thinks country sounds like: stomp claps, echoing vocals, the word “hoedown.” Even with Rhiannon Giddens playing a banjo riff ready-made for the barnyard dance hall, the song is a bit too commercial to be fully believable. Yet as on even the most lackluster Beyoncé songs, her vocals and intonation save the track from diving into pure pop country slop. Her growls in the chorus fit the song’s overstated twang, and while the second verse’s depiction of a heatwave seems totally devoid of Beyoncé’s material reality, she rises to meet the drama with a tenor that sounds almost believable.  [7]

Daniel Montesinos-Donaghy: Beyond the camp appeal of listing country apparel (“boots! spurs!”), this is shockingly half-assed stuff from Beyoncé. Lyrically and sonically, it’s the type of inoffensive pablum engineered to soundtrack a commercial for the new Lexus TX, with nothing spiky to distract from how its three-row luxury treats every seat like the best seat. [3]

Aaron Bergstrom: I understand that country songs are not required to be true-to-life first-person narratives, but I would believe that Johnny Cash actually shot a man in Reno before I would believe that Beyoncé has ever set foot in a dive bar. [5]

Brad Shoup: She's jumped right into the vibe of a country singer on the gentle downslope: the easygoing, modest gem that tips its hat at contemporary songwriting but is mostly an excuse for a nice hang. It's here for a good time, not a long time. The banjo's loping; the acoustic has a nice percussive affect. We're here to do a little stepping, not watch the band cut loose. The text itself is about a rich couple dabbling in the honky-tonk lifestyle—the image of perhaps the most in-control pop star of the century popping into a dive bar on a lark is pretty funny. The sampled piano and whistling at the end suggest another kind of dive; suddenly, it's the aughts and she's checking out Grizzly Bear with her sister. [7]

Jackie Powell: Beyoncé's decision to release the instrumental to "Texas Hold 'Em" and its a cappella versions accentuates her desire to remind those who love her, and those who might not, of the innate musicality that she has always possessed. She’s not just great because she’s Beyoncé. Her knowledge of music history—which has been a motif in her solo work since 2016—and also her vocal tone and ability to emote through her four-octave range are essential to her greatness. Between her intonation of each hook of “Texas Hold 'Em,” which captures how bouncy a hoedown feels in person, to the stunning two-part and sometimes three-part harmonies in the verses, Knowles gives such a memorable and fun vocal performance. Those overdubbed harmonies are so bright. They give off a warmth that feels like a much more enjoyable morning alarm. The banjo, which is heard throughout, is played by Rhiannon Giddens -- yet another example of Beyoncé’s methodology when it comes to using her platform. Her modus operandi as of late has been to use the attention she attracts to bring the mainstream public to those who have been doing the work and under-recognized in the genres she’s making music in. This willingness to uplift artists continues to be noble, but I question how self-aware Beyoncé is when she mentions parking a Lexus in the hook. While this is a reference to her partnership with the luxury car brand over the summer that provided half of a million dollars to small minority-owned businesses, it still comes off as a bit out of touch with the communities she’s paying homage to.  [8]

Jeffrey Brister: I’m astounded that Beyoncé released a song that sounds so dilettantish. The beginning really gets me—I’m getting ready for something incredible. And then it just…keeps going and going. It sounds marginally more country than “You Should Be Sad." [4]

Nortey Dowuona: The difficulty in writing music, especially popular music, is that when composing songs, the most catchy, acceptable, understandable sounds become so overused that anyone who's spent a lifetime paying attention to popular music in all its forms could start noticing the similarities. Megan Bulow, a German singer who lived in Texas at 14, is credited as a songwriter on this song, as well as Lowell, a Canadian singer who briefly tried to share the good news of her involvement and later took down the video. They both have written lyrics such as "I'm going all white at your funeral/if you think I'm gonna cry, you're delusional" from bulow's "Boys Will Be Boys" and "but not me, I'm free/by the wings on my back on my shoulder blades" from Lowell's "Runaways" -- two songs I picked from their discography at random that have lyrics evocative enough to jump off the page but empty enough for a stronger, more defined voice to take ownership. This is hopefully a reason they were chosen to work with Beyoncé. Raphael Saadiq, Killa B, and Nathan Ferraro are listed as producers alongside Beyoncé; Rhiannon Giddens is playing the banjo and viola, Khirye Tyler is playing the piano alongside Saadiq, Ferraro and Lowell as well as the bass, Saadiq is credited for piano, organ, and bass alongside Tyler and Ferraro and drums alongside Killa B. Hit-Boy is playing the synthesizer and contributing to additional production work as well as Mariel Gomerez and Stuart White. I'm just saying -- if any of these people watched Franklin when they were young and interpolated it, it was definitely an accident. The deeper one goes into making one little song, the spiderwebs of avoiding even partial similarities to existing songs is becoming less charming and more sinister. It is so difficult that I can list all of these veterans of the industry allied and united in creating this great, if only slightly vague song, but a random person can notice a similarity to a kids' TV show's theme song, and it can gain enough steam for the composer to gently and firmly deny it. Don't be a bitch, just take it to the floor now. [8]

Hannah Jocelyn: Props for rendering Noah Kahan redundant, but bettering one of Mumford’s sons isn’t saying much. The song is cute -- I won’t mind hearing it in every sandwich shop for the next year or so -- but of the two songs Bey released, this is by far the less engaging one. [5]

Taylor Alatorre: The difference between this song and "16 Carriages," and "Daddy Lessons" as well, is that it doesn't feel like either of those two songs expects me to be impressed by the mere fact of its existence. "Don't be a bitch," as the eternal anti-critic refrain goes -- what, were you expecting a reverent, sepia-toned tribute to Bob Wills or something? Just accept the thing for what it is, turn off your brain, and have some down-home country fun, dammit! And as a born-and-bred Texan who's unduly excited for the upcoming Twisters film, I so wish I could. But those mechanical stomps, those painfully forced "woo"s, the "dive bar we always thought was nice," and the chirping cricket sound effect that someone probably put in as a joke and then forget to remove: all of this is laziness dressed up as genre-busting. Rhiannon Giddens is called up to add more subtextual fodder about the Black roots of country, but with the anonymized production she's given, it comes across as just more stats-padding for next year's Grammys. Only in the outro does Beyoncé suddenly remember that she can do Beyoncé things with her voice, sprinkling some belated shards of personality onto a stiff composition that wouldn't be out of place on a filler episode of Phineas & Ferb. If Bey still has Diplo in her contacts, it may have been worth giving him a ring for this -- feels icky to say it, but he can at least make the appropriation go down smooth when he tries. [3]

Katherine St. Asaph: Has anyone done a tally of the number of country songs that mention the word "hoedown," versus the number of pop songs? Would the hypothetical person who'd do so not be among the most tiresome people in the world? "Texas Hold 'Em" (and companion single "16 Carriages," to a lesser degree) is an argument as much as it is a song. As on Renaissance, Beyoncé and her team have done careful, purposeful curation to showcase Black women in country -- and it's earned those women actual streaming boosts (if maybe not literal streaming dividends), which is pretty cool. But the thoroughness and fervor with which she proves this song's authenticity has inevitably -- and deliberately, I should add -- invited Discourse. And as usual, that Discourse keeps missing the most obvious points. There's no use arguing how properly rootsy this sounds or how storied its session musicians are. The country purists object because of the usual respectability politics -- i.e., Beyoncé says "bitch" and has her boobs out in the video -- and those politics form an auricular plug in them that is so strong that this could sound like literally anything and still be dismissed as pop. There's not much more use digging into the whys and why-nots of its country radio airplay. Country radio is playing this because country radio is dominated by iHeartMedia aka Clear Channel, who have the playlisting power that comes with monopoly and the inclination to support fellow megabrands. (Aside: According to Hits Daily Double, after the iHeart execs made their airplay decree, "[they then excused themselves as they were due to have their Stetsons blocked.") While the historical context and broken barriers are undeniably worth taking seriously, they've also kind of led people to make more of the song than what it is. "Texas Hold 'Em" is mostly frivolous, and that's fine! The melody is a grin put to sheet music. It's also a pop song, and that is also fine! If it's a country song about nothing more than the fact that it's a country song, then so are enough country-radio hits that not even I can write a sentence long enough to do the one-YouTube-link-per-word gag for them all. (And "Texas Hold 'Em" would probably be delivered as much more of a gimmick if it was instead given to Lennon Stella or Hailee Steinfeld or Madison Beer, or any of the other B-minus-listers that co-writer Lowell has sold songs to.) Any holdout doubters are advised to listen to the end, where the genres stop competing for views space and start to truly simmer together, with all the heat that implies. [7]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Fulfills the promise of Beyoncé-fied country only in its last 45 seconds – the house pianos interwoven with finger-picked guitars are almost psychedelic in effect, emerging out of the stomp of the rest of the song in a dazzling clarity. There, she's fragmented and lucid all at once, singing individual words and phrases each laden with strange wells of meaning. Everything else is just slightly too chipper, the joy of those whoops and whistles and nonsensical lines about various bars coming off like strange procedural imitations of authentic human experience. [6]

Isabel Cole: The song reveals itself as more of a fluffy little nothing with each listen, and while it’s carefully assembled it feels perhaps too careful—this is very well-mannered for a song about greeting life’s disasters with reckless abandon. Still, I love the way the melody twists on the pre-chorus, and I’ve always tended to favor the Beyoncé songs where she relies more on her unbeatable vocal charisma than the ones on which she flexes her sheer power. The way you can almost see her drawl Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now keeps me coming back. [7]

Alfred Soto: I don't care whether it "sounds country." It sounds like Beyoncé, just like Madonna made Madonna music and Bowie made Bowie music: they absorbed genres, reconstituted their DNA, and discarded the ephemera. "Texas Hold 'Em" treats contractions and banjos like Madonna did acoustic guitars on the chopped salad mix of "Don't Tell Me": an excuse to express whatever she damn pleases.  A fab radio track that reduces The Weeknd's latest to a puddle, "Texas Hold 'Em" is a challenge, a provocation, no more and no less. [6]

Mark Sinker: Reacting against the discourse™? froth up just as you’d expect round this light, slight, likeably McCartney-ish near-fragment of a song, it’s time to turn to sometime TSJ-er Frank Kogan in his essay ‘Roger Williams in America,’ the first superwords essay, as collected here, on the decades-old problem of authenticity, or actually the problem of the problem: “The discussion never seems to go anywhere, since the tendency is for people to debunk ‘authenticity’ without first trying to understand it (…) Rather than debunking it, I would want to explore the power of the real, why the search for the real has such a hold on rock. It’s not a problem to be stopped. I think this is one of the good things about rock (…) Even when the manifestations are stupid, rock’s uneasiness is profound. Great rock thrives on insecurity (…)". Even back in 2006, the word "country" couldn't always just be switched in anywhere to replace "rock" as an obvious identity — though the reason there’s a kerfuffle going on right now (or part of the reason, as ppl enthuse or recoil) is that the search for the real does also have a powerful hold on country. So you can swap words in and sometimes still get sense. Switch more words in and out of these sentences and (by the transitive properties of equality!) we will reach this: “Beyoncé’s uneasiness is profound.” And suddenly this seems much less of a slam-dunk. It surely isn’t the case in this song; to me it’s not much the case elsewhere either. Quite the opposite, in fact. She does not usually come across as (to quote Frank again, it’s a very quotable essay) “born in flight, chased by fear”. And you could — or I could — happily argue that this superb confidence is one of the great things about her. Take it all back out of algebra, though, and the upshot here is yes, of course, Beyoncé can be country, if and only if (of as logicians write it, “iff”) country both is and isn’t rock; when it’s bothered about the real yet at the same time not at all uneasy. I like this as a conclusion, because it has also to mean a whole bunch of stuff is going to be gently churned up — less by the song itself, to be sure, than by all the panics and chatter around the song. It’s an unstable solution, and even if you turn to the extremely solid undergirding supplied in this nice long interview with banjo-scholar and picker Rhiannon Giddens, complete with all kinds of detail you’d need to firm up several arguments (details that include Yo Yo Ma), you’re acknowledging that authority and justification are going at some point and in some places to need ruggedly repositioning or reclaiming, immediate catchy unruffled serenity notwithstanding.  [8]

Ian Mathers: I think it's both good and interesting to discuss the broader genre considerations (sonic, political, aesthetic, emotional, etc etc etc) of this, but I am neither qualified to do that myself nor interested in doing it. So let me just say that, while I have not looked up how it's actually doing, "Texas Hold 'Em" feels like it ought to be a hit, not in some overdetermined four-quadrant you'll-take-it-whether-or-not-you-like-it sense, but just because... it's so much fun! It feels like the kind of song all sorts of people will find entertaining and might catch themselves singing along to. Beyoncé is clearly prominent enough it's got a shot, and god knows all sorts of cultural factors might boost it or hold it back, but a world where this is blasting out of everyone's radios just feels nice and somehow correct. [9]

Dave Moore: I don't like admitting to myself that I find Beyoncé more exhausting than Taylor Swift (in part because everything Beyoncé does actually works). It's some real coolest kid in school is class president and valedictorian and the lead in the school play shit. Once again, the song's credits are impeccable, and the song itself is fine.  [5]

Will Adams: Much like the Verizon Super Bowl ad that kicked off her new promo cycle, this on-the-nose genre dress-up feels beneath Beyoncé. Renaissance proved she was willing to put in the research. Synthesizing that into something exciting requires more work than this. [4]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: I want Beyoncé to break barriers making country music as much as the next queer, but please god, I hope the album is more interesting than this Lumineers-sounding fluff.  [6]

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[snakesandmagpies]

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[thedarkcoven]

When Worlds Collide | Ravus ~ Reno

{Edit made by me. Pics used for it found on Google- Credit goes to Square Enix} MINORS DNI !!! 18 + Ahead! Final Fantasy 7 Remake meets Final Fantasy 15; Reno Sinclair x Reader x Ravus Nox Fleuret. Some choking. Threesome. Jealous Ravus. Cocky Reno. Flirty Reno. Possessive Ravus. Cussing/Adult language. Dirty talk. Fighting/Violence. Face slapping (to Reno ;) ). Oral Sex (male and female receiving). Double Penetration. Reno and Ravus fighting for dominance over Y/N. Taglist: @gabrielasalazar18 I had to. The idea came into my head late last night and I desperately need to get ruined by these two now. I hope I murdered you just like I did myself xD <3 Love you, doll! Thank you so much for all the support you give me. I really do hope you enjoy <3

The sound of your pen scribbling away on papers filled the quiet room when your work partner Ravus walked in. You continued to write while waiting for any kind of news about the Lucians or Nif army. He cleared his throat making you glance up from the papers. His face said it all. You immediately stood and walked with him to a drop-ship, a few of the Nif soldiers boarding with the both of you.

"So. Where are we going? Give me the details." You said, crossing your arms over your chest. "There is suspicious activity near here close to the meteor." "That's impossible." Your head snapped toward him. "Noctis made off with Titan's Blessing. Tch... What the hell is happening?"

Once you were at the location that was pinged, Ravus and you headed out with the soldiers close behind. The closer you got the louder a voice could be heard. Ravus stopped you and pulled you to the side, holding his finger over his lips.

"Ah, fuck! Where the hell are we and why is it so damn hot?!" You peaked around to see a red-haired man talking into a walkie-talkie. "Rude, pick up! I-I went through some glowy thing and now I don't know where I am."

You went to sit up straight and reposition your footing when you stepped on a small branch from the nearby trees, causing a loud crack. Ravus gave you a look like 'seriously? This is why you're never in the field. Your eyes went to check on the guy and his soldiers to see if he heard or not but there was no one there.

"What the he-?" Ravus pulled you to his side and held up his rapier to block the red-haired man's attack with an electric baton. You looked up at the man, a smirk plastered on his smug face as your few soldiers began fighting with the ones he had.

He was caught off-guard as your foot made contact with his abdomen, causing him to fly back, and knocking the wind out of him. Ravus tutted his tongue as you both walked over to him before he passed out. He was tied to the chair once you returned, his head down as he let out slight groans.

"Finally. You're coming to. Wake the fuck up!" You barked, bringing your arm back and smacking his face hard with your hand; the sound of a loud smack ringing through the small room. "Hey! What's the big idea, huh?!" The man was caught off guard as his turquoise eyes traveled up the exposed legs from your skirt up to see your exposed cleavage that you wore every day then to your face. "Aaaand whoa re you?" His brow flicked up as he sat up straight, not caring about the sting of the slap. "Your worst fucking nightmare." You snarled holding his baton against his throat. You noticed the smirk on his face as his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips. The man let out a groan as you slapped him again with your free hand. "Oh come on, tough guy... Step it up. Is that all you got?" He gave a smug smirk as he looked you up and down. You snarled and punched him really hard, your fist getting covered with blood. "I will fucking kill you without hesitation." You warned, pressing the tip of his baton up under his chin. "Mmmm. I love a woman that could just kill me." He said as his tongue darted out with a pant, his blood coating the pink muscle. "Damn." "Enough." Ravus barked as he slammed the door behind him. Tch. Whatever. You stood straight, looking forward over the guy's head. "You follow orders nicely. That your boyfriend?" He chuckled. "Fuck you." You glared down at him. His smirk growing. "Well if you're offering, sweetheart. You already have me tied up. I like it rough." "Silence. You need to show some respect, brat." Ravus snarled, gripping the man's face roughly. "Don't take it personal, bitch. Not my fault she wants my dick- well... Kind of is. I know irresista- Fuck!!" Ravus

growled as he backhanded the red-head with his magitek hand. "I beg your pardon?" Ravus raised his fist but you stepped in front of him, making him stop in his tracks. "What's your name?" You asked grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "So you're gonna make me work for it, huh? Hee." He said glaring at Ravus then smirking at you. "Name's Reno Sinclair. I work for the Turks. I was told to go on a mission with my teammate Rude about some thing that gave off a lot of energy surges. We got split up and I fell into the portal thing and then you guys showed up." "Hmm.." You pushed his head back as you let go of his hair before pulling your knife out. "M'kay, pretty boy. Story adds up so far." You said as you ran the tip of the knife along his jawline then down his neck and chest before moving behind him. With a shwick of the blade, Reno was free from his binds. "Where are you from?" "Midgar on Gaia. Why? Isn't this a part of Gaia?" He asked rubbing his wrists as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs. "Cleigne on Eos. You're at one of the Niflheim bases we own." You said crossing your arms as you looked over at Ravus. "I'll take him to his chambers. Might as well have him help us in figuring out what the fuck that portal is." "Tch. Fine. But one false move from him and you're going to get punished." Ravus said standing chest to chest with you, glaring down at you before turning and leaving. "Wow. Tough crowd." Reno said standing and following you. "You have no idea. It's hard to make Lord Ravus crack a smile." "King? How the hell is he a King?" You scoffed and shook your head, stopping at a door and unlocking it with a keycard. "Ex prince. His family was killed except his sister, Lunafreya." "Ah. No wonder he's mister moody." You motioned for him to enter. The door closed behind the two of you as you walked over to the medical cabinet that was over the sink in the room and began gathering random supplies. "What bout you? What's your story, kitten?" He sighed, sitting on the bed. "The name's Y/N and you will use said name. Got it?" You asked as you gripped his jaw, making him look up at you as you patted away the blood from his nose. "I was abandoned as a child during the invasion of Tenebrae. Ravus stayed with me since he and I were friends since way before the invasion."

You froze in place as Reno placed a soft hand over yours, the look of sympathy written on his face. He stood, towering over you slightly as he took the gauze from your hand and walked over to the mirror to clean himself.

" 'M sorry. I um.. I shouldn't have asked. I apologize. That was rude of me." You smirked slightly and tossed him his baton. He smiled as he caught it, throwing the gauze away and turning to face you, his ass resting against the sink a bit. "What? Go soft on me now?" He let out a chuckle and walked over to you, looking down into your eyes. You don't know why the feeling came out of nowhere but your cheeks became pink as you averted your gaze. "I could ask you the same thing." He said seductively, grabbing your chin softly and pulling your lips up to meet with his. He tasted of mint and all the best sins you could ever dream of. "Reno." You breathed out as he kissed down to your jawline, your head rolling back as he pushed his hand into your bra to play with your breast. "Yeah? Let's face it. You want this just as much as I do, kitten." You gasped out, gripping his hair as he bit softly at your sensitive flesh at the curve of your neck and shoulder. He let out a groan as you drug your nails down his chest, causing marks. "Re-Reno. I can't." He smirked and pushed you to the bed carefully, guiding you onto your back against the mattress. Your face became red and your thighs clenched together as he pushed your skirt up with his baton, running the end of it against your clothed slit. "Why not? Ravus isn't here to stop us. Relax for me." You shuddered as he got on his knees, shoving his face between your thighs, yanking your panties to the side, and began to lick and suck at your cunt. "Fuck you're so damn wet. All this for me?" "Reno. Just shut up-." You whimpered pulling his face back against your pussy. He chuckled as he gripped your thighs tightly and continued to suck and lick at your clit.

Reno moaned as he rutted his hips against the mattress looking up at you with needy eyes. You pulled him up and kissed him hungrily, pushing his pants down to free his throbbing erection, as you moaned tasting your juices on his tongue. He nibbled on your bottom lip as he began to tease your cunt, throwing his head back at the feeling of your wetness coating the tip of his cock.

"Fucking hell. You like that, baby? You like my dick teasing your needy little pussy, hm?" You nodded, pulling your top open to expose your black lace bra. "Damn..." "What the hell are you doing?!" Ravus yelled, looking between the two of you. "Fucking cockblock, man." Reno whined. "Seriously? Should've fucked her sooner, loser." You swallowed thickly as Ravus stalked over toward the bed, pushing Reno out of the way and climbing on top of you, pressing his lips to yours.

Your brows furrowed together as you closed your eyes tightly, your fingers tangling in his silver hair as he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue in. Moans left you when Reno pulled your lips away from Ravus's and kissed you again. Your mind was swimming as they started to fight over you. You couldn't help but palm Ravus through his pants as you kissed Reno desperately.

"Ravus. I-I want you to fuck my mouth. Then I want you both inside of me." Ravus smirked and stood, discarding his armor. Reno positioned you over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, bringing your hips down slowly so you could feel every inch of him as he split you open. "Fuck... Your pussy is so tight." Reno huffed, resting his head against your shoulder while wrapping his hand around your throat. "You're such a good girl, kitten." "We're not going to stop until we know you're good and broken. You understand me, pet?" Ravus asked as he gripped your hair, pulling your face against his cock. "Suck." He hummed in pleasure, leaning his head back as you took him into your mouth, sucking lightly before taking a deep breath and shoving him all the way down your throat until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. "Ha... Shit, Y/N."

You looked up at him as you massaged him, pulling almost all the way out before deepthroating him again. Reno moaned and started slamming your hips into his as he watched how eager you were to please both of them. He didn't care if you couldn't breathe. Your sounds of gagging and gasping for air made him just about bust then and there. "Fuck... Stop. For a second." He panted. Ravus pulled out and patted your cheek softly, wiping the spit away from your shin with his thrumb before allowing Reno to turn you around. You were confused at first until Reno leaned back, shoving himself into your quivering core again. Ravus squeezed your ass tightly before giving it a firm smack and began to push into your needy hole. "Ravus! Reno! Fuck... Oh my god, it's too much." You were shaking as you clawed at Reno's chest with every inch being pushed into your ass. "Ravus!" Reno chuckled as he pulled your breasts free from your bra, sucking one nipple while pinching the other with his free hand. "Such a good little whore. You like being fucked by two guys at once don'tchya? Love that full feeling? Feel like you're about to crack?" You nodded as you let out a shaky breath, your limbs barely holding you up as they wobbled. "G-Gnnacum." Your words slurred together as Reno began fucking you roughly, the sound of his balls slapping against your wet pussy filling the room. "Just relax, baby. We aren't in any hurry." He chuckled as Ravus began fucking you equally as rough. "Taking our dicks so well." "Just remember," Ravus said placing his hand under your chin and pulling your head back until you could see him, straining your neck slightly. "Your ass and cunt is mine after he leaves. No one else will be allowed to break you like I do. Understood?" "Good girl. He's trained you well. Now be a good little bitch and cream all over my cock. I wanna make sure I still feel you around me for months."

[isla-the-fickle]

Sweetheart

Reno Sinclair x GN!Reader - Fluff

Word Count: 954

Summary: In which Reno offers you a job, but ends up leaving with a date

As the doors to the shop opened, you shouted without looking away from your documents. “Sorry, we’re closed right now. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.” You heard the bell ring at the front counter. Sighing, you turned to your coworker and pleaded “Can you please tell whoever that is to go? They either didn’t hear me or they don’t wanna listen.” He smiled back with tired eyes and got up from the desk where he had been counting the tips. 

“So uh, it’s a guy, and he says he won’t leave until he gets a chance to talk to you.” your coworker says slightly annoyed. 

“Well did you tell him no and to just get out?”

“Yeah but he’s insisting. Says it’s ‘important Shinra business.’”

At that you stopped what you were doing. Furrowing your eyebrows and standing up straight, you looked at your coworker and asked “What did he look like? He have red hair and a suit?”

“Oh, well yeah. Why, you know who he is or something?” your coworker asked curiously.

“Yeah, something like that,” you scoffed. “I’ll finish up here, you can go home.” “Alright, thanks buddy. I’ll see ya tomorrow. Good luck with that dude, seems like he’s kind of an ass.” You scoffed. “Don’t worry about it, that’s cause he is. Thanks though, have a good night.” you said as your coworker left. 

Exasperated from your long day, you slumped back into the chair you were previously in. You really didn’t wanna deal with Reno again. It was getting to be extremely annoying to see him, and sometimes even Rude tagged along. He was relatively nicer and calmer, but that didn’t mean you liked seeing him. 

While you were wallowing, you heard the bell once again. Groaning, you picked up your jacket and locked the back office. You could just come in early tomorrow to finish up the rest of your work. Talking to Reno was gonna take a while, and you’d rather get home before the plate lights turn back on. When you approach the front counter, you see Reno about to hit the bell again. “Stop, stop, please stop. That thing is so fucking loud and I’m not in the mood.” you yell before he can ring it again. 

Reno turns to you with a smirk on his face and puts his hands together on the counter. As he leans over, he starts off just as always. “Well hello there sweetheart, sure is great to see you again.” When you send him a dead look, Reno chuckles lowly and leans back. “I’m sure you know what I’m here to discuss.”

“You only ever show up to discuss the one thing, which I have already rejected at least four times.” you said monotonously. You just wanted to go home, and at this point you didn’t feel like being polite. 

His hands shot up by his shoulders, as if he were surrendering. But you knew better. “Woah woah, alright. But you know I’m just doing my job, and you haven’t actually given me a chance to explain anything yet.” 

“So what, your job is to piss me off? Listen Reno, you don’t have to explain jack shit. Some people wanted to be SOLDIERs when there was a war to win. I wasn’t one of them then, and I sure as hell ain’t gonna help you find more now. It doesn’t matter what you say, my mind is made up, so stop trying to hire me.” you asserted.

He laughed again, and you got more annoyed. That laugh meant he had more to say. Reno had been pretty clear he wanted to recruit you as a Turk, and you were equally adamant on your refusal. A job under Shinra wasn’t enough to make you trade your normal life, especially since Turks live such dangerous ones. Sure, they weren’t SOLDIERs, but they still did plenty of heavy lifting for Shinra that you weren’t interested in. 

“Well listen angel, you gotta at least hear me out. I mean, you’d be good for the job. Pays well, and plus, you’d get to see me way more often.” He smirked, looking at you expectantly. 

“Oh trust me Reno, I already see you way more often than I need to.”

“But you would love to see more of me, wouldn’t you? Just can’t admit it.” He laughed, expecting you to be flustered. But you had dealt with Reno enough times to know he’s never quite prepared for you to flirt back. 

“Well if a date is what you really wanted, you should’ve asked the first time. Maybe I would’ve actually heard you out. Or even better for you, I could’ve said yes.” You looked at Reno with a blank stare, and he looked back with surprise. 

“Well shit, if I had known that then I wouldn’t have danced around it for so long sweetheart.” Reno laughed heartily, an excited look on his face. You, on the other hand, were stunned.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I mean, you don’t honestly think the only reason I’ve been showing up is to get you to work for me, right?” 

You looked at Reno in disbelief. Did he just… admit that he was into you? And that it was part of the reason he was visiting you so often? 

“I do think you’d be good at it, and I plan to convince you tomorrow when we go out. I’ll pick you up as soon as you close, so you better be ready sweetheart.” Reno winked at you, then left the store. You stood in shock, both at the fact that Reno had been the one to leave first, and at the fact that you… had a date tomorrow?

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Sundown 勿忘草 [Reno/Reader]{Final Fantasy VII}

AN: I’ve been wanting to write a Reno one shot, but never really managed to get my lazy ass into gear. This is a long one (though at this point, I’m just known for really long story posts... let me know if you think it’s a good thing or a bad thing). I was debating splitting it into parts, but you all know how bad I am with posting updates to any of my fics written in parts. Also, can anyone tell me why I keep seeing “#reno sinclair” in the Reno tags? Since when was Reno’s surname Sinclair? None of the Turks have last names that I recall. 

Was hoping to get it to 10,000 words, but I’m around 2,200 short :P 

Title is “Sundown Wasurenagusa” meaning “Sundown Forget-me-Nots; ”Forget-me-nots meaning “True Love” in hanakotoba (Japanese language of flowers)

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A heavy and tired sigh escaped your lips as you continued to read through the various reports scattered upon the table before you, scribbling down information into your work notebook that would act as relevant evidence to support your proposal for several structural upgrades to the plates. Though it was a concern that your boss, Reeve Tuesti, had brought up during various board meetings, it seemed that the executives of Shinra Electric Power Company would do nothing without a formal report containing sufficient evidence to support immediate action.

Already over worked from his other projects, Reeve had personally asked you to oversee the project proposal. As a resident of the Sector 5 Slums, you felt that it was your duty to do everything you could to make life for your fellow under city residents better. So, despite the fact that you would be working on the project alone, you accepted Reeve’s task.

Now, sitting at a corner table on the Relaxation Floor, you were almost regretting taking on the task alone. Outside the large windows overlooking Midgar, the sun had long since set, the city lights and mako lighting up the dark space below in a sea of various colors. Most Shinra employees had left the building hours ago, yet here you were, still working, dinner purchased from the cafeteria sitting off to the side and half gone.

After reading another set of reports, you paused in your scribbling to slam your head non too gently on the cafeteria table, “You’d think with all the complaints we’ve had about falling metal pieces from the plate almost killing slum residents, that the company would immediately do something.” No one responded to your muttering. Not that you expected an empty space to provide commentary to your misery and exasperation. So, you stayed in that position, debating whether to call it a night so that you could catch the last train home.

“Well, color me surprised, I didn’t think any of you pencil pushers liked staying after hours.” Just when you were about to relax, a sly and cocky voice decided to interrupt your solitude.

Jolting up with a twitch of your eye, you glared at the redhead who approached your corner table, suit and dress shirt unbuttoned and showing off an ample amount of chest. Had you not lived in the Sector 5 Slums for your entire life, you probably wouldn’t have recognized the man as a Turk. Besides, the people at Shinra liked to gossip. Red hair pulled into a weird ferret tail looking ponytail, goggles resting on the crown of his head, red marks under his eyes, and a severe need of a slap to the face… yeah, there was no doubt in your mind that the man steadily approaching your table was Reno of the Turks… and the Turk second in command.

Rolling your eyes, you sat up and began to straighten out the papers on the table, putting them into a pile to slip neatly into your briefcase. “Just my luck. The entire cafeteria is empty, Turk. Why are you bothering me?”

A little hostile, but you couldn’t help it. Having grown up watching these strange men in suits harass Aerith… you didn’t exactly have a kind opinion of them. Plus… they were unwaveringly loyal dogs to Shinra, something that didn’t sit well with you.

Reno feigned a hurt expression, placing a hand upon his chest, “Why the hostility? It was an honest question.” The redheaded Turk smirked and lifted his hand to raise his pinky, “Pinky swear.”

Reigning in your frustration, you huffed and propped your head upon a raised hand, closing your eyes in an attempt to calm down. “Yeah… yeah… Sorry.” After inhaling and exhaling for a few seconds, and listening as a chair was dragged out from the other side of the table, you opened your eyes to stare tiredly at the now seated Turk. “Uh… what are you doing?”

“Keeping you company, of course.” The cocky smirk widened as Reno leaned back and propped his feet upon the table, narrowly missing your half finished dinner.

Reaching a hand out to grab the remains of your dinner, you quietly started to finish said meal off, “Uh…huh… sure. I buy that.” You remarked sarcastically, eyes not leaving Reno’s form. “So Reno of the Turks decides to just randomly pop on by to keep a Shinra office worker company as they work overtime… sure…”

The grin didn’t falter as his blue eyes wandered to observe you, “It would seem so.”

“Right.” You muttered, finishing the last of your meal before standing up with your bag and tray, “Sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got a train to catch.” You weren’t sorry, but you still called out to him as you walked away, “See ya, I guess.” Hopefully not.

“You can bet on it!” Reno called back to you, watching as you threw away your trash and left the Relaxation Floor. As the doors slid close, you caved and turned around to look back at Reno, meeting his gaze just as the doors closed. Why did you feel like that was more than a promise?

…

…

…because it was.

The two days after were supposed to have been your days off. Yeah, perhaps you still had to structure your formal proposal a little more, but at least you were surrounded by fellow under city residents instead of Shinra employees… yeah, no, that was perhaps a little harsh of you. Not all Shinra employees were like the Turks and executives. But you were still bitter at how content the employees were with this company. It’s sickening.

When you left your home across from Leaf House on your second day off, you had fully intended to spend the day stocking up on groceries and helping either Aerith or Miss Folia. What you didn’t expect was to run into a duo of Turks when you stepped over the bridge to Aerith’s house. The duo had stopped to stand just outside of Aerith’s house, clearly speaking to one another and absolutely intending to enter the residence. The moment you’d cleared the bridge and walked into sight, you paused with wide eyes and gingerly took a step back, hoping to walk away without drawing any of their attention towards you.

You didn’t want to be seen outside work. Much less while you were wearing the sundress that Aerith had insisted you get for yourself. It was girly and feminine, and not at all professional. But still, Aerith had asked you to bring her flower baskets back home while she helped look for the Leaf House kids, who had all gone on patrol again.

Unfortunately, the bridge creaked under your foot, and two pairs of eyes were suddenly turned to stare you. “Uh…” you faltered for a moment before raising a hand in greeting, “Hi?” The end of the word pitched up into a squeak and you suddenly wanted to dive off the bridge and escape.

Recognition appeared in a familiar redhead’s eyes, “Pencil pusher! Didn’t think I’d see you here of all places!” The bald man with the shades coughed and glanced towards his coworker with raised brows.

Growling indignantly, you stomped a foot and approached the two Turks, “Don’t call me that!”

“And why not? You never gave me your name.” Reno pouted dramatically, “How’s it fair that you have mine, but I don’t know yours?”

Your expression doesn’t budge the slightest, “It’s Y/N. I work in the Urban Development Department. And I know yours because there’s only one redheaded Turk that draws in so much gossip.”

That infuriating smirk was back on Reno’s face as he pat the taller man’s shoulder roughly, “Ya hear that, Rude? The people know me.” Rude looked like he wanted to say something, if the slightest twitch of the brow and parting of the lips was any indicator. Unfortunately, the stoic looking Turk didn’t get a chance to respond before his partner opened his mouth again. “So… Y/N, huh? Cute name, cute face… it’s a wonder that I haven’t seen you in HQ before yesterday.” The statement seemed innocent enough, except for the strange look in his eyes.

For Shinra’s version of secret service, you already knew where this line of inquiry was leading to. So you stared at Reno dispassionately, “Yup, it’s an absolute wonder that a Turk such as you, who has  to work outside the building most days, has never seen my face in the five years that I’ve been employed at Shinra. It’s not as if I’m just a faceless grunt among a few thousand office workers who are also cooped up in their offices during the work day.” Rolling your eyes, you continued forward, practically bulldozing your way past Reno when he didn’t move aside with his partner. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” You waltzed up the front steps, raising the weaved basket in your hand, “I’ve got a basket to drop off. If you’re looking for Aerith, she’s not home, yet.”

There’s a sound of a metal baton snapping to full length behind you, “If you hurt her…”

Sighing in annoyance, you turned to glare at Reno, who seemed to look like he was going to charge at you with the stun baton. Rude, likewise, was in a combat ready position. “And why the hell would I hurt her?” You hissed, propping a hand on your waist. “Don’t just come to random conclusions. I’m simply here as a favor to her, she’s in the town helping Leaf House.” Waving your hand in a shooing motion, you turned to open the front door, “You Turks are all about the mission, right? So, go!”

Maybe you shouldn’t have been so antagonistic… maybe you shouldn’t have turned around. Because the next thing you know, your arm is yanked backwards, and you’re suddenly pinned facedown to the front porch floor, arms restrained behind you and the painfully tingly end of the baton jabbed into your back. The scream that left your lips was one of outrage, fear, and pain. “What the hell!” You cry out, tears in your eyes as you try to struggle.

“Y/N!” The front door of the Gainsborough household pulled open to reveal Elmyra, who cried out in horror at the scene before her. Before long, the blonde woman had settled on shoving Reno off you, “Get off of her! Just what do you think you’re doing?!” Startled into falling off of you, Reno merely stared wide eyed at the enraged woman, who gestured for you to run as she laid into the jerk with her words.

With Reno no longer pinning you down, your limbs were able to finally take on a more natural position, though the stabbing pain from having them forced into an unnatural position still remained even as you clambered to your feet and sprinted away from the house. Rude didn’t bother to stop you, going so far as to step way off the path to let you through. You didn’t look back as you ran, not even stopping to greet Aerith as she crossed the wooden bridge.

When you were safe in your shabby second floor apartment, you did everything you could to get rid of the pain in your limbs, stretching them out and massaging them.

No such luck.

The pain remained, following you into the next day as you prepared to head back to work. Luckily for you, your job mostly consisted of office work. Signing and arranging paperwork, project reports, and other desk work.

Unluckily for you, you were the only person in the department with your first name. When you returned to your office from lunch, rubbing an aching limb, Reno awaited you, leaning against your desk. The moment you saw him, you paused and walked out of the office intent on avoiding the Turk that had caused you bodily harm.

From behind, Reno sprinted after you, “Y/N! Buddy! Wait up!”

“I don’t see you. I don’t hear you. You are absolutely, definitely not following me right now.” You muttered, not turning your head from its fixed position staring straight and down. If I can just get my ass to Reeve’s office, he’ll leave me alone. If I can just get my slow ass, in these stupid heels, to Reeve’s office, he’ll leave me alone.

Reno, for his part, had no problems keeping up with you, catching up and strolling along beside you, making you growl inwardly in frustration. “Y/N, c’mon. I’m sorry about yesterday. Slow down, you’re going to-”

An uneven part of the carpet failed to catch your notice until your foot caught it, sending you sprawling toward. Ah shit. This is gonna hurt. You muttered to yourself, bracing yourself for impact and closing your eyes… only for the impact to come sooner than expected… and less painful than you expected… I’m still upright? You questioned yourself, opening your eyes to find yourself being held up by Reno, face practically buried in his open shirt and his arms gently holding onto both of your arms.

“See.” The cocky expression was gone now. Only mild annoyance remained as he made sure you could stand on your own two feet, roughly kicking at the uneven carpet in an effort to smooth it down.

“I… thanks.” You finished lamely, slightly unsure as to what had just happened, but glad that you were saved a few bruises… and probably a more severe injury to your limbs.

Reno raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, “Can we talk now?”

You wanted to say no, the memory of being pinned down and tasered still fresh in your mind, but by the Planet, the jerk had just saved you from further injury, hadn’t he? The heavy sigh and slump of your shoulder betrayed your reluctance even as you agreed to speak to the redheaded Turk. “Yeah, fine.”

The Turk second in command seemed surprised that you’d agreed, a breathy and relieved “Great” leaving his mouth as he followed your lead back to your small office.

As you walked the short distance back to your office, you kept a bit of distance from Reno whilst attempting to block out the stares from your fellow colleagues. I can practically hear the gossip spreading now. Oh, did you hear? Y/N’s in a relationship with Reno. Oh, Y/N probably got in trouble with the company if the Turks are investigating them. The thoughts only worsened when you entered your office and Reno closed the door behind him. And that’s my cue to put as much distance as possible between us. You thought to yourself, shuffling to stand behind the desk. Yes, because a waist high wooden structure is enough protection against a Turk…smart. Reallll smart.

“You know, I’m not going to hurt you, right?” Reno looked slightly put out and frustrated at the fact that you had immediately shuffled behind your desk. And you had to hand it to him… despite his reputation as a bit of spazz, his observation skills were fitting for a member of the Turks.

“Tell that to my poor arms.” You spat, rolling your shoulders in another unsuccessful attempt to alleviate the pain that remained from yesterday.

Reno deflates a little when you wince in pain, and lightly scratches his cheek. “Yeah… about that… my bad.”

“Your bad…” you mimicked back at Reno with a hint of disbelief. “Heck yeah it’s your bad! I mean what the hell! What kind of a reason did you have for assaulting a civilian!?”

“That’s uh… we were assigned to look after Aerith… and the way you were acting yesterday… I thought you did something to her.” The explanation that came pouring out of the redheaded Turk’s mouth was lacking, but you let him continue because oh boy did the man sound like a certified walking mess. “And um… I reacted too harshly… which is totally my bad. And I know that’s no excuse, and I’ve already gotten an earful from Elmyra, Rude, and Tseng, so… what I’m saying is… I’m sorry.”

…he looks like a kicked puppy. You muttered to yourself, heaving a sigh as you sat down at your desk and allowed your posture to relax just the slightest. “Fine, apology accepted, but my shoulders still hurt like I got trampled by a fiend. How the hell do I get it to stop?” Apology vaguely accepted, you just wanted him to stop giving you that look.

“I uh… figured that you’d still be in pain.” Reno winced before sheepishly slipping a hand into his pocket and pulling out a beautiful glowing green materia, “It might be overkill, but casting Cure will get rid of the ache-ah… if you’re okay with it?”

You wondered offhandedly what Elmyra had said to Reno for his behavior to have shifted so drastically towards you. Look at the Turk now, you figured that there was no harm in befriending the man. Besides, you probably needed more outgoing friends anyways. “If it’ll get rid of the ache, go ahead, Reno.”

The smile on his face was almost boyish as his arm glowed faintly, casting the healing spell on you. “One full body stress reliever coming right up!” Hm… maybe he’s not that bad after all. The spell was like a wave of relief, not only alleviating the pain from yesterday, but also taking away the tension from months and months of stress. “Feeling better?”

The groan of relief that escaped your lips was probably enough answer for Reno as you stretched, a smile on your lips appearing at the redheaded Turk’s chuckle. “Much better, thank you.”

A moment passed between the two of you until the silence was broken by the sound of Reno’s phone. You couldn’t see the caller ID, but by the way he picked up almost immediately, you guessed that it was his boss, Tseng. “Hey-” The redheaded man was cut off from his greeting as he listened, “Yeah, I just finished…” Blue eyes met yours as he mouth, ‘got to go.’

Reno started to move just as you gave him a farewell salute, smirking when the Turk simply winked back at you before the door to your office closed.

Although you initially didn’t expect the day to turn out so well, you went back to work in a good mood. I guess being friendly to Reno won’t be such a bad thing. As the day passed, your mind absentmindedly wondered when you would see him again.

December 11th… Twenty-four days and seven hours later

“Oho, staying late again?”

A familiar voice broke you out of your furious scribbling while you once again stayed late to progress further in the piles of maintenance reports on the plates. And while you were tired from staring at black and white letters all day, you pushed aside the cranky attitude to at least smile and greet Reno as he approached your usual corner table. “Hi, Reno.” You raise a brow at the drink tray in his hands and gesture for him to sit wherever. “Late night for you, too?”

Reno shrugged and took the seat just to your left, setting the tray down on a spot free of paperwork, “Turks are always on call.” He handed over a covered paper cup, “Coffee?”

“Oh boy, yes please.”  You beamed ecstatically when the redhead handed you the heavenly drink. “I’ve been working on this project proposal for the past… I don’t know how long… and it’s just… so much.”

Taking a sip of his own caffeinated drink, Reno took a peek at one of the files sitting on the table. “Huh… ‘Maintenance Walkways In Hazardous State of Disrepair’…’Infested with Mako Mutated Fiends’… I forgot you worked in urban development. What’s Reeve got ya doin that requires so many late nights?”

Despite his asking, Reno made no further attempts at reading the papers on the cafeteria table. Pursing your lips, you eyed the Turk second in command for a long moment, regarding him with as much suspicion as he had directed towards you nearly a month ago. It was well known throughout Shinra that the corporation had bigger goals and aspirations than to serve the people. There were many in the company that truly believed in the work that Shinra did, but as someone who had lived in the slums all your life, and one of the project leaders within Shinra’s Urban Development Division, you held no such illusions of grandeur. With the exception of Reeve, the higher ups in Shinra had no qualms of neglecting the public, only paying attention to the people beneath their feet in order to satisfy their egos and prevent rowdy citizens from forming anti-Shinra groups like AVALANCHE. Reno, a Turk, had to answer to the President and Vice President of Shinra directly, and everything they do is by the will of the two highest powers in the company. If you told Reno of the plate restoration project… would it cause a negative reaction within the company?

“If I tell you, Reno… you have to keep quiet about it.” Despite being tired, you leveled the red head with a grave stare.

Reno raised his arms and displayed his palms out in a ‘I’m harmless’ manner. “If it doesn’t have anything to do with an assassination attempt or terrorist attack, my lips are sealed.” The Turk shrugged, “And if you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. I mostly came here to keep you caffeinated… and to ask if you wanted to grab dinner sometime?”

Well… that came out of left field.

The blush that rose to your cheeks made your embarrassment pretty clear to Reno, who hummed and leaned forward to observe you closer. “Huh… Red’s a good look on you.”

The wink that the Turk sent your way did not help you calm down. “That’s not… uh… why?” Why was Reno asking you out to dinner? You’d known each other for all of twenty something days… not that it was completely unusual for individuals your age to go on dates… if this even was a date.

“I figure you could do with a night free of worries.” Reno explained, now positioning himself to lean on the table towards you. “Plus I get to take a beautiful woman out to dinner.”

You raised a hand to stop his flirting, knowing the rumors that spread throughout the company of Reno’s flirtatious ways. “I accept, but it’s just dinner, okay? I shouldn’t stay out too late.”

The red head seemed happy that you accepted, but pouted nonetheless, “Well then… that’s boring. I was thinking of taking you out drinking with Rude and I.”

You gesture towards the paperwork all over the table, “I have to get the work done eventually, Reno.”

“Fine…” the sigh that left Reno sounded more like a whine than acceptance. The mischievous smirk did nothing to ease your concerns as Reno stood up to help you clean up the piles of paper and notes. “C’mon, the sooner we clean up here, the sooner we can get some grub into your growling stomach.”

“My stomach is not-” Gurrrggghhh… You blushed crimson when your stomach cried out for food.

“You were saying?” Reno raised a brow, mirth glinting in his blue eyes as you tried to act nonchalantly.

“…” Snatching the last of the paperwork on the table and shoving it into your bag, you sniffed in embarrassment, “We’re dropping this stuff off in my office before we go anywhere.”

The red headed Turk actually had the audacity to smirk and salute you.

… Twenty minutes later, you found yourself in a car heading towards Sector Eight… Although Reno had advertised the outing as a dinner between just the two of you, the two of you somehow found yourselves seated in the back seats of the vehicle while Rude drove and Tseng sat in shotgun. Glancing to the side at Reno, he seemed at a loss for words for once, blue eyes glaring sulkingly at the back of Tseng’s head.

“So, Y/N, as I understand it, you work closely with Reeve Tuesti?” Tseng asked, his eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror despite its angle.

Somehow, you felt like you were about to get interrogated by Reno’s ‘parents,’ if the groan of exasperation from the red head beside you wasn’t enough of a give away.

“Um… I would say closely enough. I’m one of his project leaders, but even that title can be grossly overestimated.” The explanation leaves your lips before you can so much as think, “Because I work on projects that focus on the slums, most of my time is spent doing research and putting together proposals for projects that urgently need to be addressed.” Not that any of my proposals have been accepted thus far. You left the last statement unsaid, and your bitterness at the company unheard. Still, the discontent must have shown on your face, as Tseng started to speak again.

“Do you not like your job?” Such a simple question, but not something you could answer simply. The pleasant smile on the Turk commander’s face, which you glimpsed from the side view mirror, told you that he was well aware that you would have to expand your answer.

Wincing, you turned your gaze away to stare out the window as the car pulled off the highway. “I don’t dislike it, no… but I took the job as project leader in order to help make a difference for my community. But every project proposal that I’ve drawn up and presented has been turned down by the people that have a say in the company.” The sneer that started to form froze before smoothing into a less intense expression as you took in a deep breath and exhaled. “Sorry. Forget I said anything.”

“If you only wanted to help your community, then why take a job at Shinra? And why didn’t you simply quit?” Tseng was prodding at you, knowing that you knew what he was doing.

“Uh, Boss? Bit of a touchy subject, yeah?” Reno protested, sending very clear glares at Tseng’s way.

The Turk commander’s lips twitched in the slightest of smiles, “My apologies, Y/N. I didn’t mean to press you.”

Didn’t mean to press me, my ass! What the hell is this? Another round of ‘Y/N is a suspicious person?’ You thought with a lot of snark, outwardly shrugging, “You Turks certainly do live up to your reputation.” When Tseng rose a brow and Reno stared at your questioningly, you elaborated with another shrug, “The questioning… the false pretenses… you guys are very good at what you do, but…” Sighing, you shook your head and decided to shut your mouth, “Nevermind. Forget it. So long as you’re good to Elmyra and Aerith, I don’t give a damn if you guys restrain me and take me in for questioning.”

“…I thought I already said sorry for that!” Reno pouted, a wounded expression on his face.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant, but you were no longer hungry. Glancing down at your watch, you feigned a sigh, “Well, looks like I won’t be joining you guys for dinner tonight. I just realized that I had something to do in Sector 5.”

“Wait… hold on-”

“Would you like us to give you a lift?” Rude offered, cutting Reno off from his protests.

Bowing your head, you made to get out of the vehicle. “No, thank you. I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine taking the train back. I’m sorry for the trouble. I’ll see you three at work tomorrow.”

With that, you slid out of the car, shutting the door with as little force necessary before strolling down the street towards the train station. After turning the corner, you paused and sighed, shaking your head at the dinner plans. If you were being honest, you were actually quite excited to have dinner with Reno. He had turned out to be more thoughtful and intuitive than you had first pinned him as. Maybe we can have dinner alone next time. Suddenly hopeful, you resumed your gait towards the train station. If you hurried, you could catch the next train back and be in time to eat at the restaurant around the corner from your home.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called out to you, accompanied by the sound of sprinting dress shoes, just as you were about to enter the train platform.

“Reno?!” You stared at the red head as he sprinted the last few meters to stop in front of you, perplexed and worried that he’d run all the way to the train station. The people sharing the train platform stared at the pair of you even as the train pulled into the station. “I… um… thought you were going to have dinner with Rude and Tseng? Did you need something?” You asked, glancing towards the train as it opened its doors.

“Y-you…” Reno gasped, clearly panting for breath despite the fact that he was supposed to be used to this. “You don’t work tomorrow.”

Tilting your head to the side, you admired Reno for a moment, pleased with his listening skills during the times that you spoke. “You’re right. No, I don’t.” You watched as the passengers all started boarding the train. “Reno… I have to catch this train, what is it?”

“Let me walk you home!” the red headed Turk suggested, straightening up and gently taking your wrist in his.

“Wait… What?” What the hell-

“It’ll be fun.” Reno didn’t give you much of a choice, as he led you aboard the train, careful not to tug on your arm too roughly. Once the doors slid close, the red head smirked at your completely baffled expression, “I promised you a dinner date, didn’t I?”

Your turned red as you stuttered, completely conscious of the stares incoming from the other passengers. “But what about Rude and Tseng? How are you going to get home after?”

Reno grinned, “They’re the ones who ruined our plans in the first place, so of course I’m ditching ‘em. And if I need to head home, I’ll just head back with the infantrymen stationed in Sector 5. So don’t worry.” Then, as if realizing that your face was growing more and more red because he was now holding your hand and had moved just a breath away, Reno coughed and backed up. Letting go of your hand, the embarrassed Turk raised a hand to scratch his cheek in the same nervous tic that you’d noticed before. “Anyways, let’s find a seat, okay? It’s been a long day for you… so if you want to take a breather…” Reno’s voice trailed off as the two of you shuffled through the cart to find a pair of empty seats.

Once seated, you sighed and leaned back on the uncomfortable bench. “Five years ago, I was living with my parents in the Sector 7 Slums. My father was an infantryman in Shinra’s army, and my mother was just a regular housewife. Around that time, fiend attacks had mysteriously started to increase… and people started to go missing. My mother went missing one night, and my father was a part of the infantry that was sent to investigate.” The dull ache in your chest increased as you thought back to the events years ago. “Neither of the two came back, and suddenly I was alone. But… I wasn’t the only one who lost a loved one that day.”

“So, that’s when you decided to do something to help your community?” Reno muttered, having turned to pull you into a hug, “But why Shinra? The slums have neighborhood watches that you could have joined…. Oh… eh… but you don’t have to tell me if you’re not up to it.”

Leaning your head to rest on Reno’s shoulder, you chuckled, “You don’t have to worry about walking on eggshells with me, Reno. I mostly gave Tseng a hard time because he was being too nosey.”

“Well… that’s good to know.” The Turk gave a light hearted laugh of his own, relaxing in his mannerisms. “Felt like I was standing on trial for a moment there.”

Rolling your eyes, you elbowed Reno in the side lightly. “Drama queen. But anyways, after mom and dad disappeared, a SOLDIER and his protege were assigned to hunt down the fiends. Before they started their hunt, they made a point to visit all the families that lost someone from the fiends attacks. It was sweet of them, taking the time to check up on us. And it’s because of them that I decided to work at Shinra. That if those two truly believed in the company that employed them, that I would be able to make a difference if only I had those same resources.” The smile on your face turned bitter once you started to think about those two. “After three years, I found out later that both mentor and mentee were quite popular in Midgar… and that they had died.”

“I think I know the two you’re talking about.” Reno muttered, gaze taking on a far away glint. “It’s good to know that they left behind a legacy.”

“They left behind more than a legacy.” You whispered with a fond smile, “Zack’s fanclub became the inspiration for Sector 5’s neighborhood watch. They all wield wooden replicas of Angeal’s sword.”

“A new generation of heroes, huh?” Reno smirked and closed his eyes, “I bet Zack would be ecstatic.” Blue eyes suddenly meet yours, a brightness in them as Reno addressed you, “Be honest, were you part of that fanclub?”

“And if I was?” You raised a brow, glad that the tone of conversation had shifted back to something light hearted.

Reno pouted and slumped in his seat, pulling you along as he playfully whined, “Where’s my fanclub? I want groups of people singing my praises, too!”

“Now you’re just being silly.” You chided, amused by the man’s antics. When Reno continued to pout, you rolled your eyes, playing along. “Fine. Then from now on, you can count me as your first fanclub member.” You raised your head to look him in the eye, “Happy now?”

The hug tightened, but Reno stuck out his tongue in reply. “Eh… I don’t think I can handle having a fanclub. Too much noise. Nah. I’m good.”

This time, you didn’t bother holding back your strength when elbowing him.

…… Around twenty minutes later, the pair of you departed the train with the rest of its passengers, and found yourself seated at your favorite noodle restaurant in Sector 5. Although it was thirty minutes before closing, the boss and chef knew you well enough to take your orders without much of a fuss. While the food was being prepared, you and Reno swapped stories about work and random weird stories.

“-I’m serious about the doomrats! They’re always appearing in Sector 7, stealing random shit and everything! My entire childhood was spent with threats of doomrats coming to steal my toys! My friend, Eli, her entire toy house was taken when her side of the sector was overrun with the pests!” You laughed in between bites of noodles.

“But that’s nowhere near as bad as having to deal with Hojo!” Reno protested, a string of noodles slipping out of his mouth to hang against his mouth. “The guy just takes things without telling anyone and somehow it returns with a bunch of stains on it! It’s like he has no regard for anything outside of his research.”

Your brain brought up a memory of passing Professor Hojo in the hallway once, and you let out a full body shiver. “Ugh… yeah… he does give off that whole… egotistic mad scientist vibe… sometimes, I wonder what the hell is so important that we have to devote so many floors to his research lab.”

“Y/N?” Reno’s humor suddenly disappears.

You blink, startled by the change, “Yeah?”

“No matter what happens… stay away from Hojo, okay?” There’s some concern in his eyes and tone, but he doesn’t elaborate.

You don’t know how else to respond to a somber Reno than to reluctantly nod your head, “Yeah. Okay. He gives me the creeps, so that’s not a problem.”

“I mean it, Y/N. If anyone in the company tells you to bring something to Hojo, you refuse. And if it’s a higher up, you come to me first.” The intensity in his stare is startling.

“Got it, Reno.” Not knowing what to do, you reached out to lightly poke his cheek, “C’mon, I know you have your own reason to be concerned, but I work in urban development. There’s little to no chance that I would have to cross paths with Hojo. So, let’s finish our noodles and stop worrying, okay?”

Reno pauses for a brief moment, taking in a breath and letting it out, a small smile making an appearance again. “Okay. Fine.” Reaching into his pocket, Reno pulls out more than enough gil for your meal and stands up, leaving the money on the table and offering a hand to you, “Let’s getcha back home, okay? It’s gettin late.”

Trailing after the red headed Turk, you stared at his back with a questioning stare. Though you pretended like the sudden shift in attitude from Reno hadn’t alarmed you, your thoughts kept shifting to linger upon the warning that Reno had wanted to make sure you understood. I feel like… something bad will happen if I don’t listen to him… When Reno stopped just outside your apartment building across from Leaf House, you tilted your head to the side, “Why am I not surprised that you know where I live? That’s kind of creepy, ya know?”

Reno startled, spluttering excuses as he let go of your hand and backed up, the warmth from his palm instantly being missed. “I ugh… You know it’s my job-and I just wanted-cause Tseng’s super paranoid about people close to-I’m just gonna shut up now.” The Turk second in command stopped his muttering when he noticed the teasing glint in your eyes, “Oh, ha ha. Very funny.”

“C’mon, Reno. You think I was going to miss my chance at teasing you?” The grin on your face was infectious, prompting Reno to return your easy-going smile.

Gesturing to the two story building, Reno bowed, “I will rest easy knowing that you got home safely, my lady.”

“Oh my!” You gasped, a hand raised to rest against your chest in mock surprise, “What a gentleman!”

There was a silence before the two of you burst into laughter that was probably too loud for that time of night. From down the street, you could hear one of the residents open their window and shout, “Fer cryin out loud, would ya lovebirds shut up! People are tryin ta sleep!”

Stifling your laugh, you practically danced towards the metal stairway leading up to the second floor apartments. “I guess that’s my cue to get inside.”

Reno’s eyes glinted as he stared after you fondly, “Yeah…” There was brief pause before he spoke up again, “Hey, Y/N? Let’s go out for a proper date… maybe, tomorrow or the day after?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You smiled as the agreement fell from your lips without much thought except the want to get to know the man before you better. “I’ll be at my friend’s place celebrating her birthday tomorrow, but I don’t have plans for the day after.”

“Great!” Reno gasped, seemingly breathless as he took a step towards you, “I’ll pick you up at 10, then?”

“Ten works for me!” You agreed, watching the red headed Turk as he closed the distance between the two of you, closing your eyes as you expected something to happen, only to feel a hand rest on your cheek before pulling away.

Confused, you opened your eyes just in time to catch Reno’s smile as he turned away. “I don’t kiss on the first date.” A wink is sent your way as he rounds the corner, disappearing from sight. “Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You don’t know if you want to squeal at the gesture, or punch him for leaving you hanging. Biting your bottom lip in a manner befitting anticipation, you turned to climb up the rest of the stairs with a smile, very much looking forward to the next two days.

When Reno returned to Shinra HQ for the night, Elena would make note of the stupidly happy grin on her senpai’s face… even when he was handed a datapad containing the plans for the next night’s operation.

December 12th

The following night…

You grinned as you watched your friend, Selene, open up her gifts from each member of your friend group. She had just been accepted at her dream career of being a planetary conservationist, and was due to move away from Midgar tomorrow. Though her apartment was empty, you and your friends had brought enough food for the lot of you while you all celebrated and bid your goodbyes to a long time friend.

“Let us know if you meet any handsome guys where you are!” you heard someone joke, patting Selene on the back with a teasing grin. “City men aren’t romantic at all!”

“Hey! I resent that! We’re not all bad!”

“No… she’s right. We’re not romantic.”

Maybe it was the good vibes and laughter that prevented you all from noticing when the ground started shaking. Maybe you had all indulged a little too much on the alcohol. Regardless, no one was laughing when a large steel beam crashed through the apartment roof and landed on top of where Selene had been standing with her parents.

The room descended into shocked silence as all eyes stared at the metal beam…the crumbling ceiling…the limbs sticking out from under the mess of rebar, concrete, and wire…and the blood… All of your faces went pale at the realization of what happened. And then, the panic.

“Oh god!”

“Selene!”

“Someone call emergency services!”

“Help me lift this thing up!”

“So… much blood.”

Stumbling backwards, your eyes darted from the rubble to the moving bodies in the apartment before looking at the hole in the apartment ceiling. The beam could only have been from the plate… But how had it fallen? Had a piece been loose this entire time? …Had this been your fault? You were in charge of the plate maintenance project… you hadn’t read any reports about structure integrity over Sector 7… but maybe there had been something hidden. You shook your head in denial. No, the project proposal was sitting on your desk at Shinra HQ, nearly finished except for the conclusion. There had been nothing irregular about the plate above the Sector 7 slums. Not even when you’d gone personally with the inspectors to investigate.

And then, above the shouting voices and confusion within the apartment, you heard it. Helicopters and gunfire… people screaming outside.

“No…” you whimpered, eyes wide as you sprinted for the front door, throwing the latch open and ramming yourself into the metal door in your rush to get out onto the apartment balcony hallway.

Now that the door was wide open… now that you stood with a view of the Sector 7 Slums, the cacophony of screams and noises reached your ears with no problem. The plate above groaned as explosions detonated along the underside of its structure, sending larges pieces of debris crashing down like meteors upon the residential buildings below. You could see several Shinra helicopters flying away from the plate pillar, where the explosions seem to have originated from. Down in the streets below, the residents of Sector 7 scramble in different directions to avoid being crushed by the seemingly crumbling night sky.

“The plate’s falling!” You cried out to your remaining friends before making a break towards the stairway down to the ground floor, ensuring that the path was clear before waving your friends over. Just as you stepped off the stairs, another massive explosion rumbled violently from above you, the sheer volume of the noise popping your ears and throwing off your balance. A random civilian ran in your direction, screaming and flailing his arms, knocking you down in his haste to get away from another falling metal beam.

You’d landed on your arm wrong, but the adrenaline running through your body kept you moving as you stumbled to your feet and trailed after your friends. Behind you, another giant piece of the plate crashed into Selene’s apartment building with such force that the ground beneath your feet shook as the structure caved in on itself. You watched as people fled from their homes, as fires started and spread. You watched as people begged to be rescued, their limbs trapped under flaming metal and wood. You continued to stumble forwards even when rubble rained down upon you all like hellfire, crushing the unlucky many on the path ahead of you and blocking you off.

You wanted to cry… or maybe you were already crying. All around you, the plate continued to fall, blocking you off from any means of escape. Your ears rang from the magnitude of noises. Your arm had begun to ache from your fall. The flames consuming the houses rose in intensity, scorching your surroundings while you fought to maintain your balance. Trying, among the chaos, to find a way out of this impossible situation. But no. If you went one way or the other, you would be burned severely. Any other way would require you to pick through pieces of metal that were easily ten times your body weight.

Another explosion, this time coming from the direction of the pillar, sent you crashing to the floor from the force it left in its wake.

I hope you all made it out of here. You prayed to the Planet that your friends had gotten out of Sector 7. Looking up towards the falling sky, you could only sob as it fell too fast for your liking. Resigned, you brought out your phone, intent on calling a certain red headed Turk one more time.

“Hey, Reno. It’s me, Y/N…” you dry swallowed and held back another sob, hand raising to muffle your cries of misery. “I just wanted you to know that I’m glad that I met you. I’m really annoyed that you didn’t kiss me yesterday night, and I-” the line on your phone beeped to signal a disconnect, and you pulled the phone away to stare hopelessly at the screen.

No signal.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you bent forward, pressing your face to the cracked glass screen. A shadow swallowed your figure whole as the last of the plate fell down. “Reno…”

“I was really looking forward to our date.”

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Thank you for reading! 

[lancermylove]

Request Rules

(Updated: 3/19/24)

⭐ Fandoms I will write for: BSTS, FFXV, FXVII, Magi, MLQC, Obey Me, Twisted Wonderland

⭐ You can request headcannon, one-shot, or scenario when the request box is open. (One-shots will take longer though.)

⭐ Reader insert only. 

⭐ MxF pairing or gender neutral. PLEASE SPECIFY female or gender neutral s/o. 

⭐ Try to be specific when requesting. Provide the character, genre, situation, and headcannon/scenario (by default, I will pick headcannon).

If you REALLY can’t think of anything, then be sure to at least pick a genre. 

⭐ For scenario and one-shot, 1 character only. For headcannons, no character limit.

⭐ AUs are fine as long as they’re not too out there.

⭐ If I am not comfortable with a request, I will let you know.

I will NOT write for the following:

Yandere, character abusing s/o, cheating, animal abuse

Pregnancy (pre, during, or post), wanting to try for kids/breeding kink

Romantic relationship with young characters

Furry, mecha, certain kinks, gender bender

Racial, discrimination, political

Polyship (unless it’s a love triangle/web with the reader ending up with ONE of the characters).

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Characters I will write for: 

- ⛔️ (non-romantic relationship requests only)

BSTS

Any members of Teams K, W, P, B, C

Unei

Iwami ⛔️

Haseyama ⛔️

Magi

Sinbad

Ja’far

Sharrkan Amun-Ra

Masrur

Yamraiha

Spartos Leoxses

Pisti ⛔️

Hinahoho ⛔️

Drakon ⛔️

Narmes Titi

Armakan Amun-Ra

Kouen Ren  

Koumei Ren

Kouha Ren  ⛔️

Hakuei Ren

Kougyoku Ren

Hakuyuu Ren

Hakuren Ren

Hakuryuu Ren

Judar

Scheherazade ⛔️

Titus Alexius  ⛔️

Muu Alexius

Toto

Myron Alexius

Lo’lo’ ⛔️

Sphintus Carmen

Yunan

Cassim

Mystras Leoxses

Alibaba Saluja

Aladdin ⛔️

Morgiana

MLQC

Victor

Gavin

Lucien

Kiro

Helios

Shaw

FFXV

Gladiolus Amicitia

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Ignis Scientia

Prompto Argentum

Cor Leonis

Ravus Nox Fleuret

Nyx Ulric

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Regis Lucis Caelum ⛔️

Clarus Amicitia ⛔️

Cindy Aurum

Ardyn Izunia

Aranea Highwind

Iris Amicitia ⛔️

Crowe Altius

FFVII

Zack Fair

Angeal Hewley

Sephiroth

Genesis Rhapsodos

Cloud Strife

Reno Sinclair

Aerith Gainsborough

Rude

Tifa Lockhart

Tseng

Yuffie Kisaragi

Jessie Rasberry

Barret Wallace ⛔️

Biggs

Lucrecia Crescent

Marlene Wallace ⛔️

Denzel ⛔️

Cid Highwind

Reeve Tuesti ⛔️

Rufus Shinra

Elena

Obey Me

Lucifer 

Diavolo

Beel

Asmo

Belphie

Mammon

Levi

Satan

Simeon

Luke ⛔️

Solomon

Barbatos

Mephistopheles 

Raphael

Thirteen ⛔️

Twisted Wonderland

Leona Kingscholar

Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

Vil Schoenheit

Azul Ashengrotto

Ace Trappola

Caster Diamond

Lilia Vanrouge

Deuce Spade

Epel Felmier

Floyd Leech

Jade Leech

Idia Shroud

Jack Howl

Jamil Viper

Kalim Al-Asim

Trey Clover

Silver 

Sebek Zigvolt

Ortho Shroud  ⛔️

Rook Hunt

Ruggie Bucchi

Neige LeBlanche

Che’nya

------------------------------------------ Rules are subjected to change! If you aren’t sure about something, then by all means ask. :)

[renoslies]

FF7R and BNHA requests.

hi! i wanna start posting x reader one shots and headcanons here (i’ll do matchups too). i’ll list some characters from bnha and final fantasy 7 (including remake characters) that i’m willing to write for :)

FF7R:

cloud strife

aerith gainsborough

zack fair

tifa lockhart

jessie rasberry

reno sinclair

rufus shinra

(possibly more, just ask! these are just my main ones)                

BNHA:

katsuki bakugou

tamaki amajiki

shouto todoroki

keigo takami (hawks)

dabi

miruko

mirio togata

nejire hado

denki kaminari

eijirou kirishima

kyoka jirou

(possibly more, just ask!)

so yeah, i won’t be writing any nsfw! please send in requests in my ask box with a quote or plot point for me to write off <3

[bliztbika-imagines]

masterlist (updated)

Castlevania

Self Defence Class (Dracula x Reader)

Destiny

Getaway Girl (Cayde-6 x Reader Series) [Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3] - [Part 4] - [Part 5] - [Part 6] - [Part 7] - [Part 8] - [Part 9] - [Part 10] - [Part 11] - [Part 12/Epilogue]

Short Drabble of Saint-14 x Reader [1]

Short Drabble of Saint-14 x Reader [2]

Short Drabble of Saint-14 x Reader [3]

Final Fantasy

Are you to the Major to my Minor? (High School!Prompto x Pianist!Reader)

Dating Reno Sinclair be like (HC Format)

Launchpad (Prompto x Reader)

Nanbaka

Shall We? (Jyugo x Reader) 

League of Legends 

A Bug in the System (PROJECT: Jhin x Reader Series)  [Chapter One] - [Chapter Two] - [Chapter Three] - [Chapter Four] 

Overwatch

How Hanzo, McCree and 76 react when their s/o got shot by Widowmaker but end up surviving? (HC Format)

Hanzo finding out that their s/o has a fear of being touched but the s/o was hiding this fear from him?

Reader woke up from the cryo-sleep, how do they react to see older Jack or Ana, or saw Reaper?

Genji and Zenyatta helping a friend or s/o who has recently become mostly omnic, come to terms with their body?

Reader is sick and McCree tries his best to make them well

McCree try to get his s/o to stay in bed with him but they have to get up

New recruit meet Gabriel and Jack for the first time and accidentally blurted how attractive they are.

S/o tries to tickle mccree but he not ticklish and regret it and try to make a run for it

Unravel

Little Hug (Yarny x Reader)

Watch_Dogs

Watch_Me (Wrench x Assassin!Reader Series) [Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3] - [Part 4] - [Part 5] - [Part 6] - [Part 7] -

Random Things I Write

Prompto or the Regalia?

You bring the sun sun sun sunshine

Dabbing with Wrench

Wrench

Who’s Your Favourite?

[emilietheharpy]

📱💕 for the get to know me ask!

Here my lock screen don't succeed take screen shot so here the picture

Don't ask me why this picture I really don't know 😂 I need to feel judge by Bri by moment for my home screen it's still bri but more funny if I can said

And here for my two fictional favorite characters you need to know first that I'm a gamer too darling,artist,drummer I'm so much thing 😂,and to answer you the fictional characters are from the same license final fantasy ! For the first one my beautiful crazy red head Reno Sinclair ! From final fantasy VII

This man act like an asshole but stay perfect as fuck ! It's totally the my style of men,cocky,stupid by moment really stupid ! (It's probably why my friend compare me with him <.<) Totally wild and do what he want when he want nothing can stop this man ! But in the movie advent children he totally change and start to be more cute if I can said and help other

The second is prompto argentum from final fantasy XV

He's just a freaking cutie who love animal and chocobo and I love chocobo ! Is a coward by moment but stay with his friends to help them a really loyal little one ! His so precious and cute a little sunshine who love live 😍 he's freaking shy with girl and it's so cute too I stop here or I never finish to talk about this fucking blond cutie

[thedarkcoven]

Even though I KNOW his name isn't Reno Sinclair I still like the ring to it. Lol fanfic is fanfic for a reason. If people wanna use Sinclair as his last name go ahead. But yes his last name IS NOT Sinclair. Make it whatever you want or don't give him one at all :3 Make the fanfic however you want. Hell people make characters do shit that aren't anything like the character and guess what....? That's the beauty of fanfics 🥰💕 So again. If you wanna use Sinclair as his last name go ahead. Wanna use something else go ahead. Don't wanna give him a last name at all then don't c: imma prob keep using Sinclair in some fics/one shots cause I just think the names are very pretty together ☺️ This isn't a negative post or anything so I am sorry if this comes off bitchy or negative 💕 I'm not meaning for it to it's just I want people to write however they want to write canon or not c: ☺️ Every fanfic is beautiful in their own way 🥰🥰🥰

reminder that reno’s last name isn’t sinclair, in fact he never got an official one so go wild with your own hcs instead of accepting this fanon that came from a very old fanfic

[tinymixtapes]

STRFKR to release Vault Vol. 3 next month on Polyvinyl, announce SHTLDS of tour dates

For fans of superior synth-pop scamps STRFKR, starved of new material since late-2016’s Being No One, Going Nowhere release, the collection Vault Vol. 1 was a welcome surprise when released at the beginning of this year. Then came a second collection of curios in July which raised temperatures to near-fever levels. But now that word is out that a third volume of song sketches, demos, and partials — entitled, imaginatively enough, Vault Vol. 3 — is on its way in December and that a TON of tour dates have been announced that will keep the band on the road into 2018, well…fans must simply be shitting eggrolls with excitement (shitting eggrolls being the highest form of displayed elation). Like two helpings of anything, you can never get enough of a good thing, making this extra third serving of STRFKR unreleased goodies a special treat. And the third volume, like the first two, won’t disappoint. Vault Vol. 3 is out December 1 on Polyvinyl and contains 19 collected bits ‘n’ pieces from main ‘FKR Joshua Hodges’ hard-drive. To make sure all this material is best picked up off the cutting room floor rather than left there, the band has issued “Amiee,” which dances around with impish joy, and “Sensitive” (streaming down below), which is a short catchy blast that will have you up on your feet faster than could the best Wayfair commercial ever. Both tracks are what you have come to expect from the band and might hook some new ears too. Now, whether the rest of the tracks are up to the standard of these two teasers or of the “cough-caught-on-tape” or “cat-playing-with-Casio-presets” variety is a chance you’ll just have to take. So cross your FNGRS and pre-order Vault Vol. 3 (or a bundle of all three Vault volumes) here. Vault Vol. 3 TRCKLSTNG: 01. Shot Gun 02. Sensitive 03. Gyrating Hips 04. Maria 05. Maria Reprise 06. Lazer Fight 07. Vincent’s Dancer 08. Bleeper 09. Blisters 10. Lunar Sunrise 11. Aliens 12. Amiee 13. Haterer 14. Bla 15. Hormonyious 16. Amanda 17. Laura 18. Do For You 19. Alaska TR DTS: 11.18.17 - Dallas, TX - The Bomb Factory, Oaktopia Music & Arts Festival 12.30.17 - Portland, OR - Wonder Ballroom # 12.31.17 - Portland, OR - Wonder Ballroom $ 01.19.17 - Santa Cruz, CA - The Catalyst 01.20.17 - San Francisco, CA - The Regency Ballroom 01.21.17 - Reno, NV - Cargo Concert Hall 01.22.17 - Chico, CA - Senator Theatre 01.23.17 - Eugene, OR - McDonald Theater 01.24.17 - Spokane, WA - Knitting Factory Concert House 01.25.17 - Boise, ID - Knitting Factory 01.26.17 - Salt Lake City, UT - The Depot 01.27.17 - Englewood, CO - Gothic Theatre 01.28.17 - Colorado Springs, CO - The Black Sheep 01.30.17 - Albuquerque, NM - El Rey Theatre 01.31.17 - El Paso, TX - Tricky Falls 02.01.17 - Phoenix, AZ - The Van Buren 02.02.17 - San Diego, CA - The Observatory North Park 02.03.17 - Los Angeles, CA - Teragram Ballroom 02.04.17 - Los Angeles, CA - Teragram Ballroom 02.13.17 - Milwaukee, WI - Turner Hall Ballroom 02.14.17 - Chicago, IL - Concord Music Hall 02.15.17 - Louisville, KY - Headliners Music Hall 02.16.17 - Asheville, NC - The Orange Peel 02.17.17 - Washington, DC - 9:30 Club 02.18.17 - Richmond, VA - The National 02.20.17 - Baltimore, MD - Ram’s Head Live 02.21.17 - Philadelphia, PA - Union Transfer 02.22.17 - Brooklyn, NY - Brooklyn Steel 02.23.17 - New Haven, CT - College Street Music Hall 02.24.17 - Cambridge, MA - The Sinclair 02.25.17 - Portland, ME - Port City Music Hall 02.26.17 - Syracuse, NY - Palace Theatre 02.27.17 - Millvale, PA - Mr. Smalls Theatre 02.28.17 - Columbus, OH - Newport Music Hall 04.21.17 - Honolulu, HI - The Republik # Minden $ Reptaliens http://j.mp/2zmCirk

[thedarkcoven]

Just a Pawn | Reno Angst

{Edit made by me. Pics found on Google. I do NOT claim any of these as my own :) } Reader x AdventChildren!Reno Thanks for @jadealdemir for the idea! Since they have Jenova cells they are able to transform into others for their own gain so... Without further ado.... please don't hurt me for this xD Warning: Angst. Blood/Gore. Torture. Emotional Abuse. Mental abuse. Violence. Major Character Death. Panic attack. @electric-turks @hauntedadagium @gabrielasalazar18 @restless-mama @clouds-blue-memories @thithesandofferings @mandysfanfics @little-leeu I am so so so so sorry guys. Please forgive me. I love you guys but I'm sorry! xD -goes and hides now-

The morning started off amazing. You woke your fiance, Reno up with breakfast in bed. The smile on his sleepy face made your heart soar with pure happiness while you sat beside him to enjoy your own plate of breakfast. After you were done eating Reno pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours, his fire-red hair tickling your face slightly. You rested your hand against his bare-toned chest, savoring the kiss. When he pulled back he smiled again and caressed your cheek, his nose scrunching making his freckles bunch together at the bridge of his nose. You gave him a quick peck to the tip of his nose and stood, grabbing the plates. Reno gave a yawn while stretching before standing up and heading over to the dresser to get into his work uniform, watching you take the dishes into the kitchen. "When are you heading out for work?" You asked placing the dishes into the sink, cleaning and rinsing them. "Soon," Reno stated while putting his hair into his hair clasp, his ponytail back to flow down his back. "I know you don't want me to leave." He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your jawline while wrapping his arms around you from behind. A knock on the door made Reno sigh and groan. Rude you assumed. Reno pulled away and opened the door. It was time for him to head to work. You smiled and waved at Rude before rushing over to the room and grabbing Reno's baton then rushed back to him and handed it to him, giving him a soft kiss. After thanking you, he and Rude headed out to go to the Shinra building. You knew he was most likely going to be gone for a while so you decided to do some house chores. -Yazoo's POV- "Do you think this is actually going to work brother? Is it going to help us get mother faster?" The long silver-haired man asked, his cat-like pupils narrowing as he kicked the strange man's body to the side. He was part of Shinra and he knew it was a possibility. "Of course, it is going to work, Yazoo. Thanks to big brother for talking with these two idiots. We can get closer to finding out what we need. I've been watching this one for a while now." Kadaj said chuckling as he kicked his unconscious body before holding up the I.D. Black tar-like substance took over Kadaj's body, enveloping him like a cacoon before slowly fading away revealing a different person, the person that was laying at their feet. Yazoo smirked as he stared at his brother. The plan was all coming together. All they needed now was to gather some information -End POV- It was about two hours later when the door opened. You raised a brow when you turned from folding laundry to see Reno closing the door, turning to face you with a smile. Must've been a short day? That's odd. He's never had a short day before. You shook it off as nothing and continued folding some clothes, placing them neatly on the coffee table so you could put them away when you were finished with the folding. "Hey, love. How was work today?" Reno let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. He looked exhausted as he walked over to you and plopped down. "Horrible. You know how Shinra can be." "I know. Especially with the whole whatever fuck they are going on about with you. Stupid head or something." You said getting up and walking into the bedroom. "Head?" He said softly to himself. Reno stood and followed you to the room, standing behind you while watching you put clothes away. "But yeah they were like going on about how they needed the damn thing." You shrugged. "I think Rufus Shinra is just losing his mind since getting the Geostigma. He works you too damn hard. Think they should just get rid of the damn thing... destroy it." Reno came closer, placing his hands on your arm softly, rubbing up and down. You let out a slight sigh but still smiled, looking at your fiance through the mirror. He turned you around to face him and moved his hands up slowly. At first, it was sweet and romantic until he moved his hands to your throat, squeezing until you couldn't breathe. When you fell back a bit, your head smashed the glass of the mirror causing it to become covered in blood. You

shook your head and tried to speak as you slapped and pushed at his face. Doing anything you could to get him off from you. Tears fell from your eyes as you stared at the man you loved... of the man who you thought was going to protect you forever. He smirked as he turned and pushed you onto the bed roughly, straddling your lap as he began strangling you again. "Look at how weak and pathetic you are. You're so fucking dumb if you thought I actually loved you. Oh, how exciting this is seeing you struggle to keep a hold on your own life." He pulled a Souba sword from what seemed like thin air. "This is going to be so much fun!" "Re-Reno, please." You were shaking, your heart hammering in your chest as you struggled to breathe. So many emotions were going on in your head. You felt betrayed. Hurt. Heartbroken. How can someone be telling you they love you so much one minute and the next to be tearing your life away from you with a sadistic smile on their face? You struggled and managed to buck him off from you, kicking him hard and knocking him against the dresser. Like a cat, you quickly scrambled off the mattress and started running toward the door, only to be stopped by a hand over your mouth. "Now now. That's not fair, is it? I was just getting started and you're going to try and ruin it?!" He let out an evil laugh and grabbed you by the hair, pulling you down so he could climb on top of you again. "Reno! Please!! I'm so fucking sorry. For whatever I did! I'm sorry. Please. Please just let me go! I-I'll move away and not tell anyone!" You sobbed out holding your hands up to shield your face. "Shut the fuck up! Spare me your sycophancy and let me finish what I started! You're just a pawn in all of this!" Reno held up a broken mirror piece and began stabbing you over and over with it, slicing your arms and hands as you struggled to get away. Sobs ripped through you as you squirmed, too numb with panic to feeling the pain of the jagged glass entering your body over and over. He laughed out as blood began to spurt out, covering him and painting him crimson. You could feel the warmth of the liquid on your throat, causing you to gag and choke as your eyes stared up at your significant other. Your vision became fuzzy as you went limp, his sick smile burning into you as your last memory, a single tear rolling down your cheek. Reno and Rude rushed back to check on you, knowing who exactly the three were. His heartbeat was deafening in his ears as he pushed his legs forward as quickly as he could to the carlot. Yes, Shinra was making sure he and Rude were fine but they needed to hurry to you. Reno quickly took the keys from Rude as he slammed the door shut. He wasted no time slamming his foot on the gas to hurry home. He knew Kadaj's gang was up to no good, especially with stealing his I.D. Once he parked he and Rude rushed inside only to find a giant puddle of blood with you in the middle, your clothes soaked with red and blood pouring from your mouth. Your lifeless (y/e/c) eyes look up at the ceiling. Reno let out a blood-curdling yell as he rushed over to you, shaking his head. His turquoise eyes kept flicking from left to right as he stared down you bringing his shaky hand up to rest on your cold pale cheek. Rude watched in horror as Reno held you close. Your fiance choked out a sob as he felt his heart shatter at the realization that this was real. This was actually happening. You were taken from him and there was nothing he could do. Reno cradled you, resting your head on his shoulder as his body shook uncontrollably. "Please come back to me. I-I'll... I'll stay by your side from now on, okay? I'll see if Shinra can let me keep you at work, see if you can be there with me. You're never leaving me, right? Come on talk to me, baby, please." "Reno..." "She's not dead, Rude!! She's not.. She's not. She-She's going to be my wife. I promised her a beautiful wedding. Rude, please tell me she's coming back. Please, Rude! Please give me some sort of hope!" Rude's heart broke at his partner's face... that of a

lonely child who had gotten lost.

"Reno, I'm so sorry." Rude's cheeks burned as hot tears spilled onto his face. "Please.... Y/N... Come back to me." ~I'M SO SORRY GUYS! I LOVE YOU! I'M SORRY! FORGIVE ME!~

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Gonna work on reworking the first chapter of The Devil's Black Heart and once I get that finished and reworked I'm gonna do the next chapter for Red = Danger ^w^ Just wanna get stuff sorted first before I do any other one-shots <3 I got the ideas written down so I can do them later. I know I know I'm all over the place lol I just love writing stuff for you guys and I have so many ideas <3 ~Sorry if I missed anyone in the tags @hauntedadagium @electric-turks @gabrielasalazar18 @restless-mama @little-leeu @thithesandofferings @clouds-blue-memories @jadealdemir