You've liked Reno, your fellow Turk, for a while now, and Rude, along with an unlikely duo, persuades you to confess to him. But as a new, dangerous mission looms, how will you cope with the fallout? Will you lose him all too soon, or find a new strength in each other to find a way to make it through.
This work (and the rest of this description) has MAJOR SPOILERS for Final Fantasy VII and Final Fantasy VII Remake, so please bear that in mind when reading it!
Based around the Sector 7 plate drop, this story explores the lead up to the mission, the mission itself, and the aftermath from the Turks' POV. How do they react to having to drop the plate, and what is the emotional impact on them afterwards?
Written for a female reader, this is a story with plenty of fluff and plenty of angst, rated mature for language, themes, and some eventual smut too. Reno is an amazing character and great to write for - I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it!
Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death.
Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth.
I am useful, never loved.
I am used, never thanked.
I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted.
I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness.
I have accepted my designed fate.
Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing?
What will happen if I give in...and love?
What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life...
Worlds End.
RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over