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 OneFandom: 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. )