#trans!rufus

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SCREAMIN’ IN WITH A PREVIEW FOR THE @ff7transzine 🔥🔥

You can find @davejolina and me in the SWF and ✨NSFW✨ versions- (The nsfw will be open for ordering soon!)

SFW will be featuring Cloud and Reno but the NSFW has everyone’s favourite capitalist President and

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Trans! Reno Headcannons

Pt. 6

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

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An hour later Rufus was buried in all of the information the Turks had pulled on Heidegger. Reviewing each detail for something, anything, that could be a substantial lead. Tick, tick, tick, the sound of his office clock was deafening, knowing every second he could be closer to losing the only people in his life he’d ever trusted.

“Ya rang, Boss?” Reno’s voice sailed through the silence of the office, “I’ve only been gone a couple days, surely you didn’t miss me already.” Seeing his impish smile hurt Rufus to the core, knowing it would soon disappear.

“Unfortunately, I’ve brought you here on grim business. But take some pride in the fact that you and only you are the man for the job. I need you Reno,” he looked straight into bright blue eyes, eager and vivacious as always.

“We’ve got to protect the Turks.”

Reno became instantly serious, flipping an internal switch unlocking a level of professionalism that made it obvious why he was second in command. His aura hummed with energy. The lazy slouch disappeared, and he leaned in like a wildcat ready to pounce. “Brief me on our objective.”

Rufus reluctantly pulled the office surveillance from earlier. Heidegger’s words were something he couldn’t bear to repeat- the abhorrent slurs choked him with ire and shame before ever reaching his lips. His hope was that experiencing the tirade first hand would give Reno motivation, fire, to fight and to win. The monitor replayed the events of that afternoon. Rufus felt his own eyes sting with tears hearing the nauseating speech again, seeing his fiery redhead resisting the urge to crumble while realizing the unnamed subject of this hateful scene was him. No one would have ever guessed by Reno’s fierce, determined expression- but the telltale shine over red slashed cheekbones and clenched fists to hide trembling fingers were enough for Rufus to know his Turk was in pain. He stood, motionless, eyes still locked on the screen after the video stopped. The sound of a sharp inhale made him shiver.

“Are we going to kill him?” Reno breathed, so low it was barely audible.

“No,” Rufus replied. “Worse. We are going to expose him; show him exactly who holds the cards. When we’re through he will be nothing but a dog on our leash.”

This is just a snippet of the whole story, found in my collection of Trans! Reno drabbles on AO3!!

The fic is called Trial and Error and my username is go_ask_ash

DM if you’d like a link!!

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Trans!Reno Headcannons

Part 2

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

Shinra made good on their word. Just as Tseng promised.

Reno received all the medical attention he required, was given ample recovery time, and when it was all said and done he entered his training full of fire and determination.

He quickly climbed the ranks within the Department of Administrative Research. Skilled, deadly, lightning fast, with unwavering loyalty to the company, he never questioned an assignment- only delivered results. A model employee, overlooking his blatant disregard for authority at times. When it came to policy and procedure, he was a crapshoot at best. Tseng had grown tired of issuing endless dress code violations. The Turks were professionals for Shiva’s sake, and he expected them to appear as such. Which did not include leaving your dress shirt unbuttoned to the navel.

And the only thing the redhead ever had to say for himself-

“How could I deny everyone the beauty of Gaia’s greatest gift?”

One day Tseng silently appeared in the Turks’ common room while Reno was pouring his coffee.

“Reno.”

The stern interjection almost caused an accident; scalding black coffee narrowly missing his fingers (and, for once, CLEAN suit). Tseng’s face was void of expression.

“The Vice President has requested a meeting. You’ll report to his office at 16:00. Understood?”

Shit. He did a quick inventory of his most recent transgressions, attempting to pinpoint why exactly the VP would need to yell at him without the Director in the room. Rufus Shinra was an absolutely beautiful, terrifying man, but in a way that thrilled Reno and pumped adrenaline straight through his veins. A real threat.

Standing outside the office at 16:00 on the dot had the Turk’s heart racing, but never in a million years would he show it. After a quick knock he strode in with the confidence of a dead man- knowing no fear in the face of impending disaster.

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This chapter became a bit long so I decided to post the whole thing on AO3 just to make things easier!!

The title is Trial and Error, by go_ask_ash - if you want the link send me a message! (If I use it here my post won’t show in the tags)

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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!!

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Trans!Reno Headcannons Pt. 4

(This is my thing that makes ME happy so if it is not yours please politely move along thx)

Rufus sighed and put his hand over his eyes to shield them from the massive amount of paperwork now piled on the desk.

A few feet away the Turk adjusted his gaze, noticing the dark circles and pallid color on the VP’s face.

“You’re gonna dig yourself an early grave with all these long days, sir. Least you'll leave a real pretty corpse.”

He shot Reno a look. “And what do you expect to be done about it? Shinra never sleeps and it seems that I am destined for the same. While we’re on the subject, a pot of coffee is going to be necessary. This may turn out to be a long night.”

“Oh?” He smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Do tell me more..”

This was their routine now, Rufus giving orders and Reno firing back with an inappropriate comment or proposition. It would have gotten anyone else fired on the spot. Two years on this ‘extended business assignment’ had brought them quite close, and Reno’s ridiculous banter was one of the few things keeping Rufus sane. Not that he would ever admit to enjoying it.

“Reno. Coffee.”

When the clock read 2:46am they were well into their second pot of the night. Hours had passed reviewing endless reports and observing surveillance. Rufus’s phone suddenly rang, jolting the two out of their fog.

“Understood. That can be arranged. No no, 15:00. I’ll be there.” Click.

“We have a highly classified meeting in Costa tomorrow. Have the helicopter ready in 20 minutes.”

“Yes, Boss. I’ll be waitin’ for ya.”

“And Reno,” he waited until their eyes locked. “Not one soul outside of this room will hear of this.”

A quick nod of understanding and Reno was out the door and on the helipad getting prepared. When the VP appeared (not in his usual white suit but a black overcoat and dashing newsboy cap?) the two jumped in and took off without a word.

They rode in silence most of the short flight.

When the city peeked over the horizon, Rufus said over the comm, “Land us on the Shinra building, business as usual. Inside the hangar there is an elevator with a keypad- secluded, looks like it’s for maintenance. Walk straight there. Don’t speak until we are in the apartment. Understood?”

“Roger that.”

Reno followed Rufus straight to the elevator upon landing, for once in his life staying silent despite all the questions buzzing about his head like killer bees. The ‘maintenance’ elevator had only one button, and went to the 21st floor.

‘Odd, all of the lodging in the building was on floors 16-19. Above that was.. storage? Materials containment? Pretty much the equivalent of a Shinra broom closet until floor 25.’ The lift opened to a drab looking hallway with one door. Rufus entered another passcode and tilted his head for Reno to follow.

Inside was a very posh, albeit extremely tiny, studio apartment. Nothing about the entrance to this space would have given away such luxury digs on the other side.

“Welcome to my own private jail cell,” Rufus said, lifting his hands as if to show it off. “Not too shabby, for a million gil prison. I’d give you the grand tour, but what I’d really like to do is have a shower before I am dead on my feet. You have to be exhausted as well?”

Indeed he was, but it was his job and number one priority to ensure everything was safe. “Go on in and shower or whatever, I gotta do a once over out here first.”

He performed the usual perimeter checks twice over (can’t have anything happening on his watch) which didn’t take long being that the entire apartment was one common room, a tiny kitchen with a bar, and the master suite. Confident that everything was secure, Reno was ready to change out of his suit and finally catch some zzzs.

First thing he noticed was precisely one bed in the center of the room. Second was Rufus, standing near the window drying his hair with a towel. All of the air left Reno’s body with a quiet oh.

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New Chapter is up on AO3!! (This is just the preview hehe) The trans!Reno story continues.

The fic is Trial and Error and my handle is go_ask_ash, message me if you need a link!

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A Date with the Queen

The plan was simple, Genesis had hired a young blonde woman who was about the same height and stature as his Rue, paid her to go up to the Vice President's penthouse suite in Junon and simply stay the night.  He had bought the woman an outfit, and a large purse that had the same outfit inside.  

To the security cameras it looked like nothing strange, a pretty young thing headed up to give the Vice President a nice evening.  Reno the Turk opening the door, taking her large bag and searching it, and then frisking the woman herself before letting her in.  

Once inside though, Reno would pass of the large bag to his waiting employer so she could get dressed.  Of course the SOLDIER knew what his queen liked, and made sure it had everything inside, anything else she would want he would just buy her while they were out.

A thus the patient SOLDIER sat in the bar of his own hotel down the street and waited.  It wasn't often they could pull such ploys, most of the time it was more sneaking Genesis into the penthouse than sneaking Rue out of it.

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