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Final Fantasy VII › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
1,107
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Don’t own anything with Final Fantasy 7 Unvierse or from the TFLN website, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Steering Wheel
Final Fantasy Seven: TFLN Cues
(Texts from Last Night)
Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta…
Cue: "…Fuck."
Warning: Men are so sensitive about their size.
Disclaimer: Don't own FF7 Fandom, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Reno, Rude and Tseng.
POV: Rude
STEERING WHEEL
It was an odd message to get from Tseng, but Rude listened to the hard, curt words over the phone.
"When he calls you, do not help him," was all that Tseng had said.
He knew that Tseng had been mad at Reno lately. He knew it was about the last six cars that were destroyed. Their last meeting together, Tseng had threatened Reno that if he destroyed one more car, he was going to make sure that he found a way to ensure that another one would not meet the same fate.
Then Reno destroyed another car.
He was curious as to what Tseng planned to do with Reno.
Reno was supposed to be on a mission, and Rude knew there was another car involved. He waited for the inevitable phone call or text from his partner.
It took only two hours from Tseng's warning call to get the first message flashing across the screen of his phone from Reno.
'Fuck'
He waited for more and ordered a beer. His work was done for the day and there was no way that he was going to do anything to anger Tseng in any way. He was often amazed that Reno was still alive.
'Handcuffed. To. Steering. Wheel.'
He blinked at the message and contemplated it for a moment. Cuffs had never been an issue for Reno before. He wondered if they were specially made by Tseng so that he couldn't get out of them.
The phone rang and it was Reno trying to get a hold of him. He shut off the ringer and watched the phone vibrate across the bar as Reno repeatedly tried to call. He ordered another beer as the ringer tone changed.
He checked his message again.
'I. Need. Boltcutters!'
Rude let out a deep sigh as he finished off the last of his beer. He would have to ask Tseng where he got those cuffs made. If Reno couldn't get out of them, they must have been good and would come in handy with his troublesome partner in the future.
The phone continued to dance across the bar as he ordered another beer.
“Handcuffed. To. Steering. Wheel. Fuck.” Full Inspirational text from the TFLN website!
(Texts from Last Night)
Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta…
Cue: "…Fuck."
Warning: Men are so sensitive about their size.
Disclaimer: Don't own FF7 Fandom, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Reno, Rude and Tseng.
POV: Rude
STEERING WHEEL
It was an odd message to get from Tseng, but Rude listened to the hard, curt words over the phone.
"When he calls you, do not help him," was all that Tseng had said.
He knew that Tseng had been mad at Reno lately. He knew it was about the last six cars that were destroyed. Their last meeting together, Tseng had threatened Reno that if he destroyed one more car, he was going to make sure that he found a way to ensure that another one would not meet the same fate.
Then Reno destroyed another car.
He was curious as to what Tseng planned to do with Reno.
Reno was supposed to be on a mission, and Rude knew there was another car involved. He waited for the inevitable phone call or text from his partner.
It took only two hours from Tseng's warning call to get the first message flashing across the screen of his phone from Reno.
'Fuck'
He waited for more and ordered a beer. His work was done for the day and there was no way that he was going to do anything to anger Tseng in any way. He was often amazed that Reno was still alive.
'Handcuffed. To. Steering. Wheel.'
He blinked at the message and contemplated it for a moment. Cuffs had never been an issue for Reno before. He wondered if they were specially made by Tseng so that he couldn't get out of them.
The phone rang and it was Reno trying to get a hold of him. He shut off the ringer and watched the phone vibrate across the bar as Reno repeatedly tried to call. He ordered another beer as the ringer tone changed.
He checked his message again.
'I. Need. Boltcutters!'
Rude let out a deep sigh as he finished off the last of his beer. He would have to ask Tseng where he got those cuffs made. If Reno couldn't get out of them, they must have been good and would come in handy with his troublesome partner in the future.
The phone continued to dance across the bar as he ordered another beer.
“Handcuffed. To. Steering. Wheel. Fuck.” Full Inspirational text from the TFLN website!