More Than a Douche (Reno x Reader)

ｃｈ．１ - dead shots

Authour's note :  hello! thought i'd just comment that i've never really written a story, so i apologise if it's hot garbage. however, i've wanted to do this for a while and i do enjoy it, so i hope you will too :) 

>> + lil disclaimer : i don't own final fantasy or its characters. i'm just a fan bored on summer break, writin a lil story inspired by the series :) << 

---

"Rude!" The red-headed Turk yelled back to his partner as he swung the carbon fibreglass door of the helicopter open. Gun shots fired against the edge of the door, causing sparks to fly from the bullets as they hit the dense material. The helicopter drew nearer to the ground and Reno leapt from the aircraft, his leather boots slapping the concrete surface. 

 "Playtime's over, bitches." Reno snickers before unclipping his electro-mag rod from his waist. Whipping it out to its full length, a smirk painted on his face as he grips the rod in his left hand. There were roughly 10 armed men surrounding him as he stood his ground.

 "So, who will be the first to step up to the dance floor?"  Reno sneered as he bounces his weapon over his shoulder and puts out a taunting hand.

 "Eat shit, TURK." One of the men spat as he began firing away his gun. 

Reno laughs under his breath, dodging the bullets before lashing at the man with a strike of electricity, causing the broad individual to fall to his knees with a bloody gash. The surrounding men paused for a moment before collectively charging towards Reno.

Reno falls back hastily, summoning electric sparks that suddenly begin to form around him. The men come to a halt, however, some managed to walk right into Reno's attacks, soon falling over with shots of electricity running through them. The other men begin to attempt to rid the battleground of the blue-lit orbs. By the time they cleared the way, Reno had fully charged a ball of electricity to let loose at them.

 "Figured this dance of ours could use a spark!"  Reno stated with a devilish smile.

--

You had just moved to Midgar for a position in Avalanche. However, still being in training, you were never really assigned to any missions. You wish they would give you a chance but half of you understood why they didn't, so you figured it was reasonable. You always wanted to fight, especially after losing both your parents tragically at a young age, you never wanted to be that helpless again. It was boring though, not ever being put on any jobs. You eventually found yourself at a small café by the name of Kitanai Kohi to make enough money to get by in the meantime. It's family owned and you were more than grateful to have a connection with the Manager's son, Auron, who you met along the way to Midgar. He got you the job about 2 months ago and you've worked there since.

Work was a bit slow and you sat on the counter with a sigh, looking out at all the tables you've cleaned thoroughly at least 3 times each. You let out a yawn and scratch your head, your fingers brushing through your hair.

"Welp. Guess there's no harm in making myself a cup." You say to yourself before jumping off the counter and walking over to a nearby cabinet. You reach inside and pull out a bag of dark roast. Filling the grinder, you tap the bag lightly and pull it back as you shut the top of the small machine. You inhale deeply as you open the lid to the scent of freshly ground beans. The grinds fill the espresso basket and you begin to tamp away, humming a little tune. You place the basket in the espresso machine and press the button, the buzzing sound of the machine starting up. You continue humming as you dance around the work area.

"I gave you blood, blood, blooOOOd!" You begin to sing out loud as the espresso drips into the small glasses. The deliciously warm smell fills your nose as you belt out.