FF7 Pirate AU - Reno, Seph - Gen, PG-13 - 1152 words [ENG]
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (C) Square-ENIX
Alternative Universe! (SevenSeas/Pirate AU.)
Characters: Reno, Sephiroth and Zack
Gen
PG-13 - some cursing, angst, and mentions the darker side of life...
Feedback is love. ^^
1152 words.
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Sevenseas AU; Reno “origins”. Pg-13, gen, English.
Reno didn’t remember much. He woke up hurting - from bruises and a thankfully small cut on his right forearm and a hangover - just as the ship was setting sail. He vomited into the sea and cringed like a broken whore when somebody grabbed his too long, too red hair. His neck was kissed by cold metal and Reno froze, desperate to turn around and see his attacker yet knowing better than to move. His fingers itched around but the familiar weight of his knife was missing and the one in his boot wasn’t easy to grab. Still, there were more ways to save himself than one.
„Ah, I can explain?” he tried even though he wasn’t sure what exactly he had to explain.
„I am sure you can,” replied a deep voice. „Next time you forget to add ’Captain’ I’ll have you whipped.”
Reno blinked and risked a slow half turn. The sharp edged weapon was lifted a bit and the grip was loosened to allow the movement. The man - the Captain - standing next to him was tall and regal. His clothes were spotless, and richly decorated with golden yarn and tailored to fit his wide shoulders and slim hips. The long, silver hair was braided but a few strands still escaped and whipped around the longish face in the early morning wind. Reno couldn’t decide if the green eyes were laughing or frowning at him.
“Sorry, Captain?” Reno asked and risked a smile. The Captain lifted an eyebrow and waited. “If you could let me hair go, I’d get outa your pretty hair in just a blink’s time...”
The grip tightened again, and Reno winced in pain as the man growled, “I don’t care for stowaways. Nor do I care for drunken sailors. Or for insubordination. I should show you over but you would just swim back to the shore and get yourself in even more trouble!” Then a sudden move shoved Reno back against the railing, his hair free once more but without any space to escape. The dagger in the Captain’s hand had a wicked edge and some kind of engraving on the middle of the blade. Reno got his bearings back quickly and eyed the other man warily.
“So whatcha want?” The respectful tone was gone with restricting grip.
“My first mate saved your hide last night and brought you on my ship.” There was a pause and Reno could almost remember the laughing, strong man who helped him up from the dirt. Maybe the story was true - Reno was only one man and his body was full of scars from all the times when he could’ve used some saving - maybe not but the captain didn’t seem joking. And there were quite a few men behind his tall form but they kept a respectful distance. “You either get off the ship or you start behaving like one of my men.”
The choice was an ugly one. Reno couldn’t swim; he spent his life in the slums or inside whore-houses. But he couldn’t tie a proper knot and he didn’t know a thing about sailing either. “Can I get a moment to think?” he asked desperately.
“Captain! You’re needed at the helm,” a voice interrupted. A dark haired, sun-kissed man strolled to where they were standing and dared to lightly touch the dagger-wielding hand. The Captain glanced away from Reno for a moment and took a step backwards. “Let me take care of your new man, Capt’n.”
“Hn,” the quiet sound was part-agreement and part-amusement. Then the Captain sharply turned on his heels and walked away, probably in the direction of the helm.
“Shall we go?” asked the second man. Reno took a long look at him, noting the laughing eyes that were the same as the ones in his hazy memories of last night.
“Why the hell did you bring me on this damn ship?” Reno spat and didn’t move from his relative safety. He knew he was pretty in a too-sharp, dangerous way; but neither the first mate nor the Captain looked like they needed to kidnap their whores. And Reno wasn’t bound in the bilge to be sold as a slave either.
“Firstly, you can curse me and yourself but never the Captain or his ship,” the first mate replied with a small smile. “You don’t know the rules yet, so I won’t count this against you. Secondly; even though you were drunk as a skunk, I asked you before bringing over. You said yes, even signed the paper, Mr Reno. You said it was still a better option than... anything else.”
Reno growled and turned his eyes away from the terrible compassion he found on the first mate’s face. He was way too pretty even with the scars under his eyes. Having no father and no last name meant he could either be a whore or a cut-throat. He had no desire to be the first (even if sometimes he had knelt in the mud to earn a few coins for bread) and the second was way too dangerous now that soldiers patrolled every night and started to hang every criminal captured... Without anybody to watch his back and an attitude that was enough to anger even a saint he gained more enemies on the land than he was comfortable with. And Reno wanted to live.
So being a sailor was probably really the best option he had. “For how long...?” he asked with a dry mouth.
“Five years, as per the contract.”
Reno closed his eyes and counted the months and days before he was free again. However, he was nothing if not adaptable and when he looked at the first mate once more he was smiling. It was big and false and showed more teeth than most men were comfortable with. “O-kay, then. Did I tell you, I know nothing of being a sailor before putting me name down on the paper?”
The first mate laughed and stepped closer, clasping a strong hand on Reno’s shoulder. He couldn’t repress the urge to flinch and reach for his not-there-knife but the other man pretended to not see either reaction. “You didn’t but it wasn’t hard to figure out. Come’n, I’ll introduce you to the others. Welcome aboard of HMS Midgar!”
Reno stumbled and would have fallen face down on the deck if not for the first mate’s strong grip on his shoulders. The Midgar was the best known and feared ship of all; her Captain Sephiroth - according to the rumours - never lost a battle. Reno regained his balance and stared at the first mate - Zackary Fair who was just as fierce as the Captain - who was laughing at him. Reno took a deep breath then let it all out and nodded once, sharp and quiet-like before offering his own too-wide smile back, “Aye, aye sir.”
~end~
Alternative Universe! (SevenSeas/Pirate AU.)
Characters: Reno, Sephiroth and Zack
Gen
PG-13 - some cursing, angst, and mentions the darker side of life...
Feedback is love. ^^
1152 words.
~~
Sevenseas AU; Reno “origins”. Pg-13, gen, English.
Reno didn’t remember much. He woke up hurting - from bruises and a thankfully small cut on his right forearm and a hangover - just as the ship was setting sail. He vomited into the sea and cringed like a broken whore when somebody grabbed his too long, too red hair. His neck was kissed by cold metal and Reno froze, desperate to turn around and see his attacker yet knowing better than to move. His fingers itched around but the familiar weight of his knife was missing and the one in his boot wasn’t easy to grab. Still, there were more ways to save himself than one.
„Ah, I can explain?” he tried even though he wasn’t sure what exactly he had to explain.
„I am sure you can,” replied a deep voice. „Next time you forget to add ’Captain’ I’ll have you whipped.”
Reno blinked and risked a slow half turn. The sharp edged weapon was lifted a bit and the grip was loosened to allow the movement. The man - the Captain - standing next to him was tall and regal. His clothes were spotless, and richly decorated with golden yarn and tailored to fit his wide shoulders and slim hips. The long, silver hair was braided but a few strands still escaped and whipped around the longish face in the early morning wind. Reno couldn’t decide if the green eyes were laughing or frowning at him.
“Sorry, Captain?” Reno asked and risked a smile. The Captain lifted an eyebrow and waited. “If you could let me hair go, I’d get outa your pretty hair in just a blink’s time...”
The grip tightened again, and Reno winced in pain as the man growled, “I don’t care for stowaways. Nor do I care for drunken sailors. Or for insubordination. I should show you over but you would just swim back to the shore and get yourself in even more trouble!” Then a sudden move shoved Reno back against the railing, his hair free once more but without any space to escape. The dagger in the Captain’s hand had a wicked edge and some kind of engraving on the middle of the blade. Reno got his bearings back quickly and eyed the other man warily.
“So whatcha want?” The respectful tone was gone with restricting grip.
“My first mate saved your hide last night and brought you on my ship.” There was a pause and Reno could almost remember the laughing, strong man who helped him up from the dirt. Maybe the story was true - Reno was only one man and his body was full of scars from all the times when he could’ve used some saving - maybe not but the captain didn’t seem joking. And there were quite a few men behind his tall form but they kept a respectful distance. “You either get off the ship or you start behaving like one of my men.”
The choice was an ugly one. Reno couldn’t swim; he spent his life in the slums or inside whore-houses. But he couldn’t tie a proper knot and he didn’t know a thing about sailing either. “Can I get a moment to think?” he asked desperately.
“Captain! You’re needed at the helm,” a voice interrupted. A dark haired, sun-kissed man strolled to where they were standing and dared to lightly touch the dagger-wielding hand. The Captain glanced away from Reno for a moment and took a step backwards. “Let me take care of your new man, Capt’n.”
“Hn,” the quiet sound was part-agreement and part-amusement. Then the Captain sharply turned on his heels and walked away, probably in the direction of the helm.
“Shall we go?” asked the second man. Reno took a long look at him, noting the laughing eyes that were the same as the ones in his hazy memories of last night.
“Why the hell did you bring me on this damn ship?” Reno spat and didn’t move from his relative safety. He knew he was pretty in a too-sharp, dangerous way; but neither the first mate nor the Captain looked like they needed to kidnap their whores. And Reno wasn’t bound in the bilge to be sold as a slave either.
“Firstly, you can curse me and yourself but never the Captain or his ship,” the first mate replied with a small smile. “You don’t know the rules yet, so I won’t count this against you. Secondly; even though you were drunk as a skunk, I asked you before bringing over. You said yes, even signed the paper, Mr Reno. You said it was still a better option than... anything else.”
Reno growled and turned his eyes away from the terrible compassion he found on the first mate’s face. He was way too pretty even with the scars under his eyes. Having no father and no last name meant he could either be a whore or a cut-throat. He had no desire to be the first (even if sometimes he had knelt in the mud to earn a few coins for bread) and the second was way too dangerous now that soldiers patrolled every night and started to hang every criminal captured... Without anybody to watch his back and an attitude that was enough to anger even a saint he gained more enemies on the land than he was comfortable with. And Reno wanted to live.
So being a sailor was probably really the best option he had. “For how long...?” he asked with a dry mouth.
“Five years, as per the contract.”
Reno closed his eyes and counted the months and days before he was free again. However, he was nothing if not adaptable and when he looked at the first mate once more he was smiling. It was big and false and showed more teeth than most men were comfortable with. “O-kay, then. Did I tell you, I know nothing of being a sailor before putting me name down on the paper?”
The first mate laughed and stepped closer, clasping a strong hand on Reno’s shoulder. He couldn’t repress the urge to flinch and reach for his not-there-knife but the other man pretended to not see either reaction. “You didn’t but it wasn’t hard to figure out. Come’n, I’ll introduce you to the others. Welcome aboard of HMS Midgar!”
Reno stumbled and would have fallen face down on the deck if not for the first mate’s strong grip on his shoulders. The Midgar was the best known and feared ship of all; her Captain Sephiroth - according to the rumours - never lost a battle. Reno regained his balance and stared at the first mate - Zackary Fair who was just as fierce as the Captain - who was laughing at him. Reno took a deep breath then let it all out and nodded once, sharp and quiet-like before offering his own too-wide smile back, “Aye, aye sir.”
~end~