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brutal_priestessfandom: FF7
characters: Turks, Rufus
pairings: Renoru, though not real graphic aside from you know...emotionally.... I mean whatever. Point is they’re considered long term lovers in this fic.
rating: PG-13, for some language and angst
a/n: Inspired by AC Complete’s showing the fact that Rufus was not one bit chair-ridden, as not only could he stand but walk as well. Yet the scene showing him wheelchair bound in the healing rain was retained. Trying to fill in a gap here, don’t mind me. Excuse me, I guess I should just fess up to Renoru being ever present in my stories at this point, huh?
[FIC: word prompt #19 darkened]
As the helicopter touched down atop a nondescript building on the edge of old Midgar, the sky darkened to pitch black. Reno frowned as he shoved aside the door to the cabin and stuck his head out to get a better look.
"Shit," He swore sharply. "Hell of a time for it to rain."
Elena grabbed at his shoulder as the chopper wasn't yet completely docked. "Hang on, will you? Haven't you had enough brushes with death today?"
Reno chuckled as he ducked back inside and shut the cabin back up. As far as he was concerned, death defying was in the job description. When they could safely disembark, Reno was the first out. He strolled to the edge of the roof to get a better look as he lit up a smoke.
The clouds were thick and swirling violently. They filled him with a familiar dread. It was as though....
Reno's eyes widened in horror as the first few cyclones touched down in the center of Edge. He tossed down his cigarette and stomped it out before sprinting toward stairs that lead into the building.
"Where are you going?" Tseng shouted after him.
"I gotta check on Rufus!" Reno called over his shoulder. His heart pounded and his mind raced with the concerns of a lover more than that of a devoted employee.
The building has been built last year and was most frequently used as a safe house for Shinra employees traveling from out of town. Tseng and Elena had stashed Rufus in one of its apartments before coming to back them up. He was halfway down the second flight of stairs when Reno realized he had no idea which one. Quickly, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Rude.
"Oi, put Tseng on," He snapped in lieu of greeting.
There was a brief silence and then Tseng's voice in his ear. He sounded annoyed. "What on earth has gotten into you? The president is secure and you know as well as anyone else that he can take care of himself if necessary."
"I know," Reno bristled, "Just fucking trust me, alright? I got a bad feeling. What floor and apartment?"
Tseng sighed heavily but didn't complain. "He's on the 10th floor, apartment number 52J."
"Roger. Thanks," Reno breathed and ended the call. He was close. The brief time that it took to get there seemed like a small eternity.
When he found the apartment, he used a skeleton key designed to bypass most wards on a mechanical lock and burst through the door. Reno shouted Rufus's name and when he got no reply, he went from room to room. He found him in the bedroom, collapsed on his side.
Reno rushed over and turned him over to get a look if he sustained any injuries. The marks of his geostigma oozed black from a recent attack.
"Ru...?" Reno's throat constricted, making his voice thick and hoarse. "C'mon baby, show me ya know I'm here."
Rufus's eye lids fluttered and opened slightly. "Reno?"
"Yeah," He nodded and tried to smile. "What happened?"
"I...don't know," Rufus rasped, "What's going on?"
"Dunno. The sky just went black...like last time...." Reno trailed off, his tongue leaden on the word Meteor.
"Cloud," Rufus gasped as he tried to sit up, "Did he fail?"
Reno could only shake his head. "Wish I could give you a straight answer, but that guy's tough. He beat us, remember?"
Rufus smiled faintly but it was gone just as quick. In the next moment, the others joined them. Reno was relieved that they were all in one place, yet felt helpless that there was nothing more that they could do. He was pretty sure Kadaj had gotten his wish and Sephiroth had been reborn through him. Cloud had defeated him once before but he hadn't had the stigma back then, either.
For the first time in his life, Reno was terrified that he wouldn't see another day.
Fandom: FF7
characters: Rufus, Rude
pairing: Heavy Renoru implication
rating: PG
warning: fluff
[FIC: word prompt #18 infatuate]
They stood alone in the parked elevator. Rufus glanced at him and frowned.
"Is there something wrong?"
Rude inhaled deeply. God this was hard. "It's about Reno."
Damned if the man's eyes didn't light up at the mention of his partner's name. It made this a little easier, but not much.
"He ain't playing around with you," Rude stated bluntly.
"Excuse me?" Rufus replied. "I'm not sure I follow." His expression was bland.
Rude uttered a soft curse under his breath. Why had he even considered doing this? He forged ahead despite his embarrassment.
"Reno likes you a lot and I want to be sure you're not jerking him around." Though he was straight to the point, he was cringing on the inside. This was utterly surreal. He cursed Reno viciously in the back of his mind. Of all the people for the redhead to fall head-over-heels for, why the fuck did it have to be the president's son?
Much to Rude's surprise, Rufus smiled brightly and laughed. "Good! That is indeed good to hear, and let me make it clear that I am by no means toying with Reno. The feeling is mutual."
Rude grunted softly and keyed in the floor they were going to. They shared the car in silence until it approached their destination. Rude cleared his throat. Rufus tilted his head, conveying his reception without words.
"Don't tell Reno 'bout this little conversation," Rude said a touch imploringly. "I'd never hear the fucking end of it."
Rufus chuckled faintly. "I can imagine. You have my word."
"Thanks."
fandom: FF7
characters: Rufus, Reno
pairings: Renoru
rating: R, for somewhat graphic reference to a sexual act
warnings: Seriously, gets a bit smutty
a/n: This is actually a rework of an old request fic. I always liked its basic elements, but the prose was bogged down by a lot of bullshit and hack writing. Gave it a facelift.
[FIC: word prompt #16 gratifying]
President Shinra’s corpse was barely a few hours cold and time was of the essence. Bodies needed to be tallied and the Shinra building was put on lockdown. Heavy internal security was implemented until order could be reestablished.
When Rufus Shinra got the call, his father's body had just been discovered. Rufus shed no tears and felt more joy than any kind of regret. His only regret was that it had taken so goddamned long to happen.
A company helicopter ferried Rufus to Midgar. Time moved meaninglessly forward as it was lost to the deafening roar of the propeller. When Reno climbed into his lap and kissed him like the world was ending, Rufus’s concept of time was entirely obliterated.
Rufus groaned and tangled his fingers in Reno’s hair. He slid a hand beneath Reno’s shirt and enjoyed the soft skin beneath his teasing fingertips. Rufus wished that they had a little more privacy.
Reno’s hands flew to Rufus’s belt and began to deftly unbuckle it. His smirking lips murmured against Rufus’s mouth.“I can’t believe we’ve been talking about this for years, and you finally come to power at a time like this.”
Rufus chuckled,“Never a dull moment.”
“Wouldn't have it any other way,"
He dropped his eyes almost coyly as he unbuttoned and unzipped Rufus’s fly. Rufus watched his lover sink to his knees before him. His fingers sank into Reno’s wild hair, and he sighed softly as he felt the Turk’s hot mouth engulf his cock. Rufus closed his eyes as he enjoyed being pleasured so skillfully.
He felt like laughing out loud due to the pure, sheer happiness he was feeling. His father was dead and all his ambitions would finally come to fruition. All in all, this was turning out to be the best night of his life.
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Rufus, his old man
pairings: None, aside from a very vague reference to Renoru, if mean and I guess only if you know me as an FF7 writer.
rating: PG
a/n: I’ve always wanted to try to show the seeds and roots of Rufus’s resentment toward his father. Judging from the fact that Rufus isn’t seen once until his father is dead and yet all the characters know him by name and a lot of rumours about him, Rufus must be at least an occasional figure of authority and public figure. I think sometimes he gets sent away if he challenges his father too much. I think the old man would rather him not be so ambitious and is unnerved by his harsher thought processes.
[FIC: word prompt #3 overreacted]
His father sighed heavily and poured a healthy amount of liqueur into a tumbler full of ice. Rufus was nearly shaking with anger as he watched his expression and body language. He thought this conversation was tedious.
"You are acting like a child," he told Rufus bluntly.
"I fail to see my concern with the company as a sign of immaturity," Rufus retorted sharply.
The old man glared at him as he brought the glass to his lips. "How I run my company is not really your concern. When you are in charge you can mete out department funding however you wish."
Rufus gritted his teeth at yet another harsh reminder that his title of vice-president was little more than a vanity. Time and again his father turned down suggestions for company projects, department funding, and that was only if he was invited to attend a meeting.
"The science department's funding is already bloated beyond belief, never mind the fact that I think you give that mad man far to free a reign!"
"Come now, Rufus. You're overreacting. Hojo is eccentric but hardly insane."
He scoffed softly and crossed his arms. "Need I remind you of the Nibelheim incident or perhaps the mysterious circumstances of Vincent Valentine's disappearance?"
"Hojo can hardly be blamed for Sephiroth's psychotic break," his father told him dismissively. "The military psychiatrist that managed to overlook the warning signs, were there any to find, has since been replaced. In addition there is nothing mysterious about Valentine's disappearance. He tried to attack Hojo in a fit of jealousy and Hojo acted in self defense. Dr. Crescent corroborated the story."
Rufus shook his head at his father's foolishness. Either he was in complete denial or was more concerned with the successes of Hojo's biogenetic research. Rufus tended to think it was little bit of both.
"What about those two young men who escaped the lab beneath Shinra Manor?" Rufus demanded.
"I authorized that research. There was nothing that could have been done. I suppose in retrospect we should have executed Mr. Fair straight away, but the situation has been handled. Both men are dead. You can read the field reports if you wish."
"I have, and the other man is unaccounted for."
His father slammed down his glass. "He was suffering from severe mako poisoning! Witnesses confirmed that he was in a state of catatonia. He was left in the wasteland with Zack's body and surely died of exposure. Do you think me a complete idiot, Rufus?"
"Though unusual, it has been proven some people have overcome mako poisoning," Rufus pointed out, hating how sullen he sounded.
"Enough of this," the old man snapped. "Clearly you have too much time on your hands. You will return to your post at Junon and that is where you will stay unless ordered otherwise. Is that understood?"
Rufus bit his tongue. It was absolutely not understood, but if he pushed the issue any harder, he'd end up under house arrest with round the clock surveillance. If nothing else, the old man was paranoid and perhaps more than just a little intimidated by his close relationship with the Department of Administrative Research and its dangerous men and women.
"Fine," Rufus grated.
"Excellent," his father smiled unpleasantly, "You will return to your penthouse and pack. I'll be personally handling the assignment of your bodyguard, so don't bother asking Tseng to lend you Reno. I wouldn't want you...distracted from your duties."
Rufus sneered at him before turning to leave, not even bothering to disguise his hatred. In his wake, he swore he could hear the old man chuckling.