Word Prompts glowering and misled

[brutal_priestess]

The first installment of completed word prompted short fics. In case my userpic isn't clear, it's two FF7 works. Individual notes and other junk under the cut.

 

Fandom: FF7

Rating: light R, for brief sexual daydreaming and some strong language

characters: Reno, Rufus

pairing: slight Renoru

 

a/n: Not to spoil it too much, but it’s a quick flash of how Reno and Rufus fist met. Not really my definitive idea, but I’m really just writing the first thing that comes to mind with these prompts. For those who weren’t following me during the height of my FF7 writings or just can’t remember my compulsive ramblings and in-depth analysis, my only two sources used for inspiration are FF7 ogc, Advent Children, and On the Way to a Smile’s Case of Shinra chapter. I honestly do not consider Before Crisis, Crisis Core, and Dirge of Cerubus part of the FF7 canon. There are far too many timeline inconsistencies, retconning, and general bullshit.

 

[FIC: word prompt #14 glowering]

 

Reno was late, had a hangover kicking the shit out of him, and knew he must reek of booze and stale sweat. Tseng would be pissed, but fuck, it had become a tradition between him and Rude to get tore up after a dangerous mission.

 

His long legs pumped as he took the stairs two at a time, pushed through the Shinra Building's huge glass doors, and sprinted toward the elevator. The doors were open and he saw a tall man in white and black entering it.

 

"Hold it, man!" Reno shouted.

 

The doors were starting to close and Reno cursed softly. Fucking executives were always such self-absorbed pricks.... Yet, the doors opened back up just as Reno got to the elevator. He crossed the threshold with a grin.

 

"Hey thanks, yo...." Any other words died on his lips as he encountered icy blue eyes glowering at him.

 

His mouth dried up in a mingling of lust and fear. He was face to face with Rufus fucking Shinra, and he was hotter than any picture or surveillance video image could have conveyed.

 

"Ah, sorry," Reno told him with a sheepish grin.

 

Rufus just sniffed and swiped his ID card to access the upper floors. He pressed the button for floor 66 and gave Reno a quick once over.

 

"69?" He queried in a calm voice that didn't quite match the intensity of his expression.

 

Reno blinked, his lust addled mind instantly bringing up the mental image of the two of them locked in a sweaty embrace and eagerly sucking each other off. "Um...yes?" He replied.

 

A devious smirk crossed Rufus's full lips. "You are a Turk, right?"

 

Realization dawned on Reno as Rufus pushed the button for the 69th flood. He swore inwardly.

 

"Yeah, I am."

 

"How unfortunate that we meet under such circumstances," Rufus said in a smooth, urbane tone. He oozed money and power. Reno was a bit surprised by the danger radiating off him, too. Not the same danger as his father. The President was a politician, but there was something predatory in his son's gaze that had nothing to do with corporate take overs or slick public maneuvers. Reno felt a chill go up his spine and his once dry mouth began to water with a renewed sense of lust.

 

"What's your name?" Rufus asked.

 

"Reno."

 

The elevator dinged for the 65th floor. He needed to say something clever quick. Damn, he'd never been so tongue tied over another person in his life.

 

"I've heard of you," Rufus told him as his lips curled into a positively evil grin.

 

"Whatever you've heard, it's all true," Reno replied with a wicked grin of his own.

 

"I hope so," Rufus replied as the elevator stopped at his floor. He held out his hand to Reno and the young Turk took it without a second thought. Rufus had a good, strong handshake. Their eyes met and while Rufus's still glowered into Reno's, aggravation had been replaced with hunger.

 

"We'll see each other again," Rufus promised in a voice gone husky with clear desire.

 

"Can't wait," Reno chuckled.

 

Rufus extricated his hand from Reno's a bit slower than was necessary, caught the doors before they closed entirely and strode away on long legs that Reno knew would feel amazing wrapped around his waist.

 

Reno leaned against the elevator's wall and couldn't keep the grin off his face. The most gorgeous man he'd ever laid eyes on seemed pretty intent on seducing him, and there was no way the rest of this day could go wrong.

 

 

Fandom: FF7

rating: PG

characters: Rufus Shinra

pairings: none

 

a/n: A perpetuation of my badass!Rufus fanon. Mostly just a character study.

 

[FIC: word prompt #12 misled]

 

The funny thing about Rufus Shinra is that his slick public face was pretty much a giant pack of lies. He was not a party boy; he was not terribly concerned with fashion, socialites, or flashy status symbols. Certainly, he was used to the finer things in life but didn't feel the need to overtly broadcast his wealth.

 

Rufus was a very dangerous man. At the age of 16, he'd undergone training as a Turk. Though not officially part of the department, he was every bit as deadly as one of its agents. In his spare time he studied videos and books on ancient dictators and their kingdoms. He learned about human psychology and how to manipulate it. Ironically, he was poorly socialized, but status and his quick wit made him popular among his peers. No one cared that his smiles never quite reached his eyes or that he rarely socialized when cameras weren't rolling.

 

Rufus did not do these things for his father, though admittedly playing his part made the man less intrusive into his affairs. He wanted the public to underestimate him for now. In time they would know the man behind his carefully manicured mask. Until then, he sought out strings to pull and learned everything he could about the company he would once day inherit.