sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Headlights Off
Rating: R (Language, Violence, Adult Themes)
Genre: Action/Suspense
Chapter Word Count: ~3400
Characters: Reno, Rude (Turk-Centric)
Disclaimer: FF7 is owned by SquareEnix. I'm not making a profit with this writing.
Summary: Post-Crisis Core, Turk-Centric, Rated R for Language, Violence, Adult Themes. A mysterious attack sends Reno and Rude on a mission to discover the truth about what's happening to their organization.
Chapter Links: one - two - three

As soon as Reno arrived back on base, he was immediately separated from Rude... )
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Headlights Off
Rating: R (Language, Violence, Adult Themes)
Genre: Action/Suspense
Chapter Word Count: ~1900
Characters: Reno, Rude (Turk-Centric)
Disclaimer: FF7 is owned by SquareEnix. I'm not making a profit with this writing.
Summary: Post-Crisis Core, Turk-Centric, Rated R for Language, Violence, Adult Themes. A mysterious attack sends Reno and Rude on a mission to discover the truth about what's happening to their organization.
Chapter Links: one - two - three

The alley was almost completely dark, except for one lone flickering street lamp... )
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Unusual Mission
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Characters: Zack, Cloud
Disclaimer: FF7 is owned by SquareEnix. I'm not making a profit with this writing.
Summary: I posted a meme a few months back requesting prompts for fics. [personal profile] wufei gave me two options, and I chose to work them into one idea: 1) Zack and Cloud had to be in it, and 2) Well, the other prompt might be a slight spoiler. I'll note it at the end.

Zack held the phone to his ear... )
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Display
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Characters: Reno, Rufus, Rude
Disclaimer: FF7 is owned by SquareEnix. I'm not making a profit with this writing.
Summary: I posted a meme a few months back requesting prompts for fics. [personal profile] brutal_priestess gave me three options for hers, and I chose a Reno & Rufus-centric fic with the prompt "Display". One left to go (unless of course I get any other suggestions haha)!

Rufus didn't really need the Turks to protect him... )
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Family
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Yaoi
Pairing: Reno/Cloud
Characters: Reno, Cloud
Disclaimer: FF7 is owned by SquareEnix. I'm not making a profit with this writing.
Summary: I posted a meme a few months back requesting prompts for fics. [personal profile] lilymoon gave me a couple options for hers, and I chose a Reno/Cloud warm and fuzzy fic. I'm still taking requests, actually, if anyone would like to suggest things. I have two more in the queue after this one!

The Turk never talked about his family... )
sterling: (Thinking)
One of my DW friends has disappeared suddenly without much of a trace: accounts, email, and other websites deleted. It makes me sad when this happens, especially when I have had meaningful conversations with the person pre-disappearance, because I don't usually ever hear from them again.

I'm sure she has her reasons, and I hope she's happy and safe. If anyone hears from meoryn/girlyesterday, let her know that she is missed. ^_^*
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Perspective
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Characters: Cloud, Tifa
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Damage (for [community profile] ff7_drabbles)

He needed to change everyone's perspective. When he allowed himself to be completely honest, a quiver of nervousness ran through his stomach, because he knew he had his work cut out for him.

The easiest person to start with was Tifa, right?

He stared at her without blinking for far too long, until she noticed his odd behavior. She looked at him with that patronizing, concerned expression that he'd seen a million times on the faces of all his friends.

"Cloud, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

The silence between them was long and almost completely unbearable.

"I'm not damaged goods... not anymore."
sterling: (Default)
Title: Survivor
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Cloud (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

It was the last time she ever heard her own name. Frightening mushroom clouds had blocked out the sunlight, and the world as she knew it had disappeared in an instant. The memory of that day stayed with her, even though the very thought of it made her heart ache with longing.

Yet, somehow she had survived.

"A fantasy," she thought, as her eyes scanned the silent valley below. "The word 'survivor' isn't just a fantasy."

She knew her chances of finding anyone alive were slim, but she continued, allowing what little hope she had left to carry her onward.
sterling: (Default)
Title: Futility
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Fate (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

"I was listening to that," she said.

"Radio programs are a waste of time," he said, finger pressed firmly against the power switch.

"That's your opinion."

She stopped talking, as she caught a glimpse of his face. His eyes were clear and calm, but there was something unnatural hiding within his expression that she couldn't identify.

"I should go," he said.

"What's wrong?"

He hesitated, and she strained to hear him.

"Do you ever get the feeling..." He shook his head, and turned to leave. "Never mind."

"Wait, James..."

"Just promise me one thing, alright? Don't turn it back on."
sterling: (Default)
Title: Meaningless
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Characters: Vincent, Lucrecia
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Cold (for [community profile] ff7_drabbles)

Vincent stared at Lucrecia’s flickering computer screen, watching as the stock company picture of his father wavered and became distorted. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, despite the official Shinra seal of approval. His blood ran cold, as unanswered questions filled his heart with dread.

Lucrecia had worked with his father. Why hadn’t she told him?

Footsteps sounded behind him, as a startled Lucrecia gasped in surprise. Her eyes became distant, and her words were so jumbled, that he couldn't understand what she was trying to apologize for.

"I'm sorry," had only begun to lose its meaning.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Dangerous Instinct
Original Fiction
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 100
A/N: The desire to drink blood...
Prompt: Drink (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

A steady shudder surged through his body as she pressed herself up against him. He struggled to stop his fangs from pushing through to the surface, a constant reminder that he was never in complete control of his dangerous instinct. Crushing his mouth closed, his eyes watered, as sharp teeth scraped against his bottom lip, drawing two thin ribbons of blood that rippled jaggedly down his chin: crimson, welling, and defiant.

“You’ll protect me, won’t you?”

He grunted, gasping for air, unable to respond to her. His heart said yes, but the rest of him undeniably said no.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Wasting Time
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Characters: Reno, Rude
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 100
A/N: Just because. ^_^

"She says, 'You're a Turk,' and I was like, 'Fuck yeah,' no use denying it, right? So, I decided to see if she knew anything about the club he went into. All I had to do was pretend I was into her and she told me everything."

"Fuck," Rude said. "You could have your pick of any woman on the planet, and you’re wasting your time thinking about what our boss is doing without you tonight. That ain’t right."

"C'mon, you know me though. I like Rufus."

"I don’t want to think about it," Rude said.
sterling: (Default)
Title: Fallout
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Fall (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

Erikk was lost in his own heart, trying to escape the desolate field of ruin and decay that he had become. His world had been shattered by the explosive finality of her words: I don't love you anymore. In the fallout, despair had settled upon him like a thick blanket of ash, smothering and destroying him.

“He's been unconscious for a week,” the doctor said. “Keeps talking about bombs, and the authorities are asking questions. Any idea what he means?”

“I wouldn't know,” she lied. In his darkness, more bombs fell, and ashes continued to rain down from the sky.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Proposition
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Characters: Reno, Rude
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Opportunity (for [community profile] ff7_drabbles)

"You in or out?"

As Reno considered the proposition, he reached inside his jacket pocket for a cigarette. The bodyguard reacted to Reno's suspicious movements, pulling a gun from his belt, but the bookie made him put the weapon away.

Dropping the cigarette, Reno reached inside his jacket with both hands, swiftly drawing out two pistols, which incited instant panic from the distracted men in front of him. The bodyguard fumbled awkwardly, as Reno opened up on both of them.

"Couldn't wait, I see," Rude said.

Reno smirked, hearing his partner approach. He wasn't known for passing up perfect opportunities.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Midnight Mission
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Characters: Rude
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Secret (for [community profile] ff7_drabbles)

I’m sure it drives him crazy each time I purposely leave out the details. I'm not trying to fuck with him, he just ain't used to not knowing.

In the last two years, I’ve barely spent a minute without him, unless you count time wasted in the bathroom. Don’t get me wrong, Reno’s a great partner, but sometimes I just gotta do things on my own.

The shit's probably gonna hit the fan tonight and I won't have any backup. I'm not worried, but I wish that bastard hadn't been so easy to slip this time.
sterling: (Default)
Title: The Dream
Original Fiction
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Symbol (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

Yesterday, she told him that she loved him. Fragmented images flashed through his mind, as he tried in vain to remember the details of the dream: the lamplit city street, the spicy scent of her clove-flavored breath, the way she covered her mouth with her hand to hide her beautiful smile.

He had to find her. Thousands of unanswered questions besieged him; there must have been something he’d missed among his rapidly fading memories. His stomach turned with an inexplicable sense of urgency. He was positive that he didn't have much time.

If only he knew where to start.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: From the Darkness
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Characters: Jenova
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Home (for [community profile] ffvii_100)

The creature is a consuming blackness, inconceivable to even the most scientific minds. Void of compassion and thought, it floats undetected through the cosmos with one instinctual purpose in mind: destruction.

A brilliant comet falls victim to the oppressive, enveloping darkness. All that remains, is a desolate piece of space debris, still continuing on the path destiny has set in motion.

Only now, it harbors a tiny life-form more resilient than any the cognizant universe has ever seen. Safely tucked away, the alien rides its vessel, patiently waiting to be carried to a new home: a planet worthy of annihilation.
sterling: (Default)
Just felt like posting this poem I wrote some time ago. It's nothing special, but I like it. I happened to find it while looking for something in my writing folder and thought I'd share.

Medusa

Thick smoke tinted
with cherry-lime incense
flavors my shallow breath.
Velvet floors
caress my naked feet.
I'm drawn in;
My body is not my own.
Shimmering scales
catch my eye.
Snakes are sliding
in-between the shadows.
Somewhere behind
the hidden veil
and the mist,
she calls.
Beckoning to turn
my heart to stone.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Relic
Original Fiction
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Symbol (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

The sword had lost its lustrous shine years ago. Just how long ago was almost impossible to discern. Like its wielder, the blade looked as though it was as old as time itself: A relic of a forgotten age, when things were different, and honor meant something.

Yet, the stranger exuded confidence as he walked down the street, as if he knew that everyone watching had a healthy dose of respect for the fact that his weapon was not just a decoration. Even the thugs steered clear of him. In this neighborhood, that's not only unheard of, it's a miracle.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: A Father's Love
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Characters: Barret, Tifa, Marlene
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Bond (for [community profile] ff7_drabbles)

Barret stood silently in the doorway, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He couldn’t see a thing, but he could hear the hushed breathing of his little daughter as she slept, and the creaking of quiet footsteps on the wooden stairs. He felt brief pressure on his upper arm, as warm fingers touched him cautiously.

“She forgot her blanket,” Tifa whispered, draping the tattered cloth over his shoulder. He covered her hand with his and squeezed gently. No words were necessary; he was sure she knew he appreciated the gesture.

"Daddy?"

"Daddy's here, baby," he said, his heart melting.