Suicide, Sacrifice, Vampire, Hospital, & Slave. (7/500) (Final Fantasy VII. Aerith/Reno.)
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Reno/Aerith Gainsbourgh.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Various in game details.
Author Notes: The following five drabbles were written for shortfic_500. 7/500. AU. All drabbles have to between 75-125 words.
Title: Suicide.
Word Count: 101.
It was a truly entertaining thought. Suicide, the intention to take one's own life, was the cowards’ way to escape from the hardships in life and Reno was no coward. For gods sake he was TURK! A high trained member of SHINRA and here he was with a sharpened blade twirling between his fingers.
Besides if he actually did go though with his plans, the red-haired TURK was more then a little sure a certain little Ancient would crawl out from the Life stream to beat him over the head with that little stick of hers for even having such thoughts.
Title: Sacrifice.
Word Count: 104.
He never believed her all those years ago. Maybe he should have, he might have been able to save her. Then again maybe not. He remembered the talks they shared on the days he was supposing to be bringing her in. She was special. Everyone thought so, even Rude and that man was as stoic as they came. Hell Tseng was even a little sweet on the Ancient.
That still doesn't forgive him for laughing at her comments about dying for the planet. He thought it was a joke, even when she would seat there with a playful glare on her pretty little face.
Title:Vampire.
Word Count: 101.
The red haired man could only smile as she took a step back. The smell of fear radiated from the tiny pink clad woman despite the fact that she held her head high. Aerith did not flinch as she backed into the wall. Nor did she seemed phased as his pale hand reached out for her.
"You look so appetizing" his tongue slipped out watering his lips.
Her head tilted, emerald eyes baring into sea-green. "Do I, Reno?"
His lips curled back revealing pointed fangs as he smiled. She blinked and he strikes, face buried into her floral scented neck.
Title: Hospital.
Word Count: 124.
"What am I going to do with you?" the soft, laughter filled voice asked, drawing Reno's attention to the door.
"Kill me?" He smirked, flinching slightly as he tried to sit up from his position on the hospital bed.
The young woman shook her head, tiny hands placed delicately on her hips. He watched as she approached the bed, pulling a chair closer him.
"I think I'll leave that to Tseng."
He flinched at the mention of his boss, "How'd you know?"
Aerith's expression wilted, "Rude told me. You have to be careful. TURK or not your still only human Reno."
“I know babe, I know.” Reno sighed, lying back , “but ya still love me anyway right?”
She giggled, shaking her head “Sure, yo.”
Title: Slave.
Word Count: 118.
Elena kept telling him it was like having a slave doing his every whim. He didn't think of it that way. The girl was just being nice. He never asked her to clean the apartment with Rude or to make them dinner or even to do their laundry. Maybe Rude had asked when he hadn't been watching her.
Then again a slave was an appealing notion. His smile grew as he slid behind her.
"Slave, I demand you come give me a shower."
The red face and slap that sounded through the apartment were surprising. He could only glare as Rude and Elena snickered as Aerith stormed off in the direction of the bedrooms.
“What I say, yo?”
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Reno/Aerith Gainsbourgh.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Various in game details.
Author Notes: The following five drabbles were written for shortfic_500. 7/500. AU. All drabbles have to between 75-125 words.
Title: Suicide.
Word Count: 101.
It was a truly entertaining thought. Suicide, the intention to take one's own life, was the cowards’ way to escape from the hardships in life and Reno was no coward. For gods sake he was TURK! A high trained member of SHINRA and here he was with a sharpened blade twirling between his fingers.
Besides if he actually did go though with his plans, the red-haired TURK was more then a little sure a certain little Ancient would crawl out from the Life stream to beat him over the head with that little stick of hers for even having such thoughts.
Title: Sacrifice.
Word Count: 104.
He never believed her all those years ago. Maybe he should have, he might have been able to save her. Then again maybe not. He remembered the talks they shared on the days he was supposing to be bringing her in. She was special. Everyone thought so, even Rude and that man was as stoic as they came. Hell Tseng was even a little sweet on the Ancient.
That still doesn't forgive him for laughing at her comments about dying for the planet. He thought it was a joke, even when she would seat there with a playful glare on her pretty little face.
Title:Vampire.
Word Count: 101.
The red haired man could only smile as she took a step back. The smell of fear radiated from the tiny pink clad woman despite the fact that she held her head high. Aerith did not flinch as she backed into the wall. Nor did she seemed phased as his pale hand reached out for her.
"You look so appetizing" his tongue slipped out watering his lips.
Her head tilted, emerald eyes baring into sea-green. "Do I, Reno?"
His lips curled back revealing pointed fangs as he smiled. She blinked and he strikes, face buried into her floral scented neck.
Title: Hospital.
Word Count: 124.
"What am I going to do with you?" the soft, laughter filled voice asked, drawing Reno's attention to the door.
"Kill me?" He smirked, flinching slightly as he tried to sit up from his position on the hospital bed.
The young woman shook her head, tiny hands placed delicately on her hips. He watched as she approached the bed, pulling a chair closer him.
"I think I'll leave that to Tseng."
He flinched at the mention of his boss, "How'd you know?"
Aerith's expression wilted, "Rude told me. You have to be careful. TURK or not your still only human Reno."
“I know babe, I know.” Reno sighed, lying back , “but ya still love me anyway right?”
She giggled, shaking her head “Sure, yo.”
Title: Slave.
Word Count: 118.
Elena kept telling him it was like having a slave doing his every whim. He didn't think of it that way. The girl was just being nice. He never asked her to clean the apartment with Rude or to make them dinner or even to do their laundry. Maybe Rude had asked when he hadn't been watching her.
Then again a slave was an appealing notion. His smile grew as he slid behind her.
"Slave, I demand you come give me a shower."
The red face and slap that sounded through the apartment were surprising. He could only glare as Rude and Elena snickered as Aerith stormed off in the direction of the bedrooms.
“What I say, yo?”