Streets are filled with --

This fic officially took my brain, injected a thousand CCs of politics into it, beat it up and left me staggering about wildly. I haven't written something like this, I think, since Empery.

The last (and crowning) jewel of the Honourable Men triple bill (they're all standalones, though, so no need to read through).

I humbly request that you give this one a try. ♥ Okay going to go expire from exhaustion now.

Year One

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (BC through CC)
Characters: Lazard-Tseng-Rufus, Veld, Reeve, does the City of Midgar count?
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Spans through Crisis Core and Before Crisis backstory. You don't need to know BC, but it helps, and there's a tiny appendix at the bottom of the fic to help you if you'd like.
Summary: From the journals of Urban Development, filling in the lives and empty spaces in Midgar.

7575 words and Midgar being alive.

( One gets the impression that we shall soon be bringing them brighter futures as well. )

Hi universe, am still alive and badly needing a) a break and b) the ability to either c) purchase the world or d) destroy it with my finger; on so few hours of sleep it's ridiculous, and body refuses to let me sleep even when I'm tired, so here, have incoherent Final Fantasy VII fic, written in a fit of experimentation (again). It's incoherent even to me, so yay!

Sort-of counterpoint to Tseng's insane-torture-braindeath in Flip, with strange echoes to Restorations, but neither is even consciously related. What am I talking about? Writing on 4 hours of sleep in the last 30 is a bad idea.

O Brother

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII, with Crisis Core bits
Rating: Soft R
Characters: Rufus, Lazard
Summary: The Stigma makes Rufus recall other sicknesses that are so well steeped in blood.

1414 words and Rufus being as crazy as how I feel. \o

( Rufus has too little imagination to dream: all his hallucinations are efforts of recombination and resuscitation, classroom lessons and bedroom etiquette. )

Title: Prodigal
Rating: PG
Characters: Lazard, Reeve
Summary: The calmer side of Shinra's corporate belly (the ones who don't kill anyone, or at least not first hand) have a chat in the middle of SOLDIER's beaten up training room - about genial things, like bloodthirsty inter-departmental undercutting, and temperamental subordinates, but definitely not about family.
Warnings: Speculation about Lazard's heritage (not overtly mentioned in game canon, but so strongly hinted at that I couldn't resist). Lots of invention regarding Shinra, but we're all used to that by now...

1209 words. Lazard must have thrown some kind of a fit after Sephiroth, Genesis and Angeal did that number on the training simulator. As for Reeve - don't ask me, ask him.

( The door to the training room slid open. 'Wait, they broke it again?' )