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[flowerprintundies]

"you haven't done this on people!?"

[redoftheturks]

Trans!Reno Headcannons Pt. 3

(This is my thing that makes ME happy, if it’s not yours just politely move along, thx)

“Reno,”

Rufus’s voice brought him back to reality. He’d been staring out the picture window of the VP’s office daydreaming of a trip to the coast. Something about sunset over the ocean and his boss gazing at the horizon in the pink glow...

“I am putting in a request for Tseng to assign you a partner. Our time here has proven that it may be beneficial having another Turk assisting with reconnaissance. I know you’re going to argue-”

Just as expected, Reno was making a sour face and had opened his mouth to retort.

“However, between securing my safety and location at all times on top of gathering the intelligence we’ve been after, it’s no longer humanly possible for you to do this on your own.”

“Now wait just a minute there, Boss. Don’t I get any say in tha matter??”

“Ultimately, yes. You will have the final approval on the candidate. But if you’re asking if it’s possible to change my mind about this, then no.”

Gaia, sometimes Rufus got under his skin. His word was law, of course. Fuck that beach daydream. Right now he’d much rather sock the blonde square in the jaw. Even if he would end up regretting it later.

“Think of it this way: I need you at 100% to look out for my safety. No room for error there. With a partner out on the streets gathering intel, that gives you time to focus on what’s most important.” He looked Reno dead in the eye, emphasizing the fact that important = ME. Selfish bastard. Selfish, gorgeous, bastard.

A week later Tseng had his choice fly in from Midgar for a face to face meeting. The guy’s name was Rude (no joke), and Reno vaguely remembered him from a joint assignment a couple of years ago. Combat expert, didn’t talk much, and if his memory served him well enough, about a foot taller than him. Wonder if the Director did that on purpose. Seemed like his type of passive aggressive humor.

Reno walked out on to the helipad to meet his prospect on arrival.

His memory was correct. 190cm at least. Hilarious.

“What up there, partner? You must be Rude,” he shouted over the noise of the propellers winding down, “I know the Director probably told you this would be some formal ass interview, but that ain’t my style. Wanna grab a burger and a shake instead? My treat. It beats the questionable rations you’ll find around this joint any day.”

“Sounds like a plan, Sir.” Rude never cracked a smile but his shoulders seemed to drop ever so slightly.

“You ain’t gotta call me ‘sir’ neither. That’s a title for stuffy assholes like the Director and the VP. They get off on that shit, y’know? My name’s Reno, and that’ll do fine.”

“Understood.” Was the stoic man’s only reply. His serious nature had him intrigued, and he was determined to see the man laugh. Otherwise, this one was a no go.

At the diner things went pretty smoothly. Rude was observant, direct, and liked to take his coffee with three sugars and two creams. (You can tell a lot about a man by the way he drinks his coffee.) Reno also was able to make him laugh. Once. A deep, rolling chuckle that shook the entire table before he had a chance to regain his composure.

“So listen, I like you. You’re smart, skilled, and compliant. That’s checking all my boxes so far. But if we are actually going to be partners in the field I need you to get one thing perfectly clear- never, EVER am I to be picked up and carried like a goddamn princess. I don’t care if all of my ribs are broken and you have to sling me over your shoulders. Men are allowed a certain amount of pride, and this is the limit of mine.

That being said, we got a deal here?”

That’s when Rude laughed. It was infectious, and they both cackled for a solid minute before managing any further coherent conversation. Wiping the tears out of his eyes, Reno repeated his offer, 100% confident in the man across the table.

“Ready for an adventure, Partner?”

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Chapter 3 is UP on AO3!! (This is just a preview!)

The fic is called Trial and Error and my handle is go_ask_ash. If you want a link, hit me up!

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[sternbilder]

I know he’s almost definitely evil as fuck but tseng is....so pretty

[redoftheturks]

Trans! Reno Headcannons Pt. 5

(This is MY thing that makes me happy, if it’s not yours then politely move along thx.)

It was noon before either of them attempted to get out of bed. Reno could be pretty lazy in the mornings if he wasn’t required to be on a schedule, so he took full advantage of the opportunity to sleep in and lounge in Rufus’s company. He could get used to this. No wondering if he remembered his bedmate’s name correctly, no awkward ‘where is this going’ conversation, no trying to think of a quick reason to leave. For once in his whole cursed life Reno was perfectly content. He buried his face in the hair at the back of Rufus’s neck one last time as he took in its softness and sweet scent. He must have felt the grin on Reno’s lips.

“Why are you laughing? Did I talk in my sleep??”

He hadn’t even realized the boss was awake yet. The sudden outburst of paranoia did make him laugh, though.

”Not at all Boss, ya need to quit worrying so much. I was just enjoying the scenery one more time before I got up to make some breakfast. Hungry?” Rufus groaned in approval as Reno jumped out of bed. He had a few calls to make before the VP made his entrance.

About 15 minutes later Rufus appeared, showered and ready for the day, just as eggs and coffee were being placed on the table. The smell from the kitchen was heavenly. “Don’tcha be telling anyone back at HQ that I can cook..” He smirked, as that first sip of coffee spoke to his soul. “I know you got your important business meeting this afternoon, but I already spoke with the Chief and it looks like you’re gonna be indisposed after that. At least until your 10am tomorrow.”

As expected, he shot back with a glare, “What exactly do you mean? I don’t believe it is within your job description to manage or revise my schedule in any way. You’re in no position to tell me what I will or will not be doing with my time.”

Reno just waved off his objection. “Ah, but it’s also my job to do what is best for you at all costs. And right now, it’s best for you to rest, relax, and trust your favourite Turk will take care of everything.” Rufus snorted like that was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard, but he didn’t say no. “We’re bustin’ outta this solid gold shithole first, yo. Eat up.” Reno winked at the exaggerated eye roll that followed. He couldn’t stand the thought of Rufus trapped in this place another night, tortured by his thoughts and terrible memories. So he called in a favor from a friend that owned a house just past the Costa del Sol boardwalk. Soon the two were walking through the palm trees to a quaint little bungalow. He beamed while unlocking the bright yellow door. “Even the beach access is private. Hope you brought your swimmies, Sir.” Rufus strode inside with an exasperated ughhhh, covering his face in feign annoyance to hide his tiny smile. No way was he going to let Reno believe he was his favorite Turk...

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Two hours of grueling negotiations, squabbles over gil, and triple checking mako reactor schematics finally came to an end. Reno’s impatience was at an all time high and if he didn’t get a drink and a cigarette ASAP there may be more at stake than the future of the company. A large man with a gun for an arm had threatened his life when he absentmindedly started tapping his foot during one very enthusiastic speech. Free at last, he practically skipped the whole way home. As soon as they were safely back inside Reno sang, “Alright Boss! Vacation starts NOW! Get yourself into some beach gear and out on that sand- the host will be at your service momentarily.” The absurd little bow at the end almost made Rufus want to punch him. The only reason he didn’t was the promise of alcohol.

Dressed in his most obnoxious floral print shirt, a drink in each hand, and sunglasses replacing the ever present goggles on his head, Reno paraded out onto the beach where Rufus was already relaxing in the sun. Shirtless. Fuck. Behind the shades Reno allowed himself a longer glance this time. His shoulders and chest were broad, but not bulky, and he very much enjoyed the outline of abs and deep V cuts looking further down. His legs stretched just enough to meet the tips of the incoming waves with his toes. ‘Maybe Shinra should start selling calendars…’ he mused to himself. Suddenly that twinge of insecurity returned. He prayed Rufus wasn’t looking him over the same way. Reno was in excellent shape, to be sure. But not only was his build thin and unassuming next to Rufus, he couldn’t bear the thought of revealing his scarred chest to someone that looked so perfect. Someone who was able to transition without having to go under the knife. That was truly Gaia’s greatest gift.

“Well, looks like you’ve already got the hang of this ‘vacation’ stuff,” Reno laughed and handed him a glass, “A toast! Fuck old man Shinra, bring on the new era!” They clinked cheers and proceeded to down the first round in an instant. The cold drinks were right on cue. It was hotter than Ifrit’s asshole but the two refused to give up the sunlight. Eager for any chance to show off his bartending skills, and avoid a heat stroke, Reno kept their glasses filled. They sat for a while swapping office tales, trading the latest scandals like a couple of old biddies. Rufus felt warm and comfortable in the Turk’s company. He enjoyed his loud, boisterous laughter, the closeness that wasn’t accompanied by dread or apprehension, and knowing he was safe with him. He often wondered if that pleasance was mutual or just part of the job. The other seemed very content with his career and their time together so he’d never thought to ask.

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New chapter is UP on AO3!! (This is just a preview.) The fic is called Trial and Error and my handle is go_ask_ash - if you need a direct link just message me!!

[argentnoir]

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I would hurt you or use you (He will most probably cause her emotional pain more than anything else. “Elena, you talk too much.”) | You unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better (She’s his partner, of course he wants to know her. They’re stuck together like an old married couple as it is). | I pity you (A little. She joined the Turks while they were on a downwards slope. Things haven’t really picked up). | You confuse me (Ayyyy. People are all mysteries, women especially so). | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you (He’d like a friend or two, seriously). | I would fight by your side (YES). | I would hug you or hold your hand (If she needed it, why not?). | I would kiss you (>.>). | I would sleep with you (How about dinner first?). | I would lie for you (In a heartbeat). | I would protect you (He’ll dive right in there, np). | I would fall in love with you (He might, further down the line). | I would kill for you (Yup). | I respect you (She’s his partner in crime, literally). | You are my family (TURK BAE NO.1). | I don’t know you.