ffvii ficlet, elena/rufus, r, 368 words.
I started on a novel last night. Wrote the first prologue, figured I'd stop, couldn't, wrote the first chapter, started on the second, wrote a plan, figured I could do it.
It's a total ripoff of everything I've read recently and everything I should've read recently. It's Fight Club meets Happiness (tm) meets books for young adults by two Swedish authors meets some mental disorders. It's Irish meets Finnish meets Swedish meets Greek.
It'll be shit, but I still want to finish it. This is not a novel, this is a ficlet.
my blunder
ffvii, elena/rufus + elena/tseng, r (for some sex), 368 words.
disclaimer; Hi, I don't own them, Square-Enix does.
notes; I can't say why I wrote this, the idea just took over, had to write.
Elena knew she shouldn't stand up to the big boss.
Tseng told her not to make a mistake again, or he couldn't be held responsible anymore; Rufus would deal with her after that. Tseng would look at her, slightly rueful in his usual stoic presence and say:
"I can't always protect you."
The level of sadness in his voice told her he cared more than his position allowed him to. This made her happy and Tseng made her heart beat faster than anything, but she still got this terrible, exciting rush of blood to the head when she thought of Rufus. Maybe it was the power - whatever it was, it made her want to fuck up again. And she would.
She entered the Big Office and it smelled of old money and fresh wood. The blond man, dressed in white, looked up and with the smallest smirk on one side of his mouth, told her what was coming. Offering her a glass of wine and all his attention, he looked her up and down and asked:
"Elena, was it?"
The familiar rush of blood, now ten times stronger and Elena nods.
Two hours later she slipped out of the huge four-poster bed, out of the satin sheets and got dressed. Straightening her tie she thought of the mistake that lead her here - secretly she wondered if what happened after said mistake had been her biggest mistake.
After that time Rufus expressed his wish to keep her as an extra private secretary and she felt like standing up to the big boss again, but then he'd touch her neck and with the gentle touch, resistance died inside her.
Sometimes a picture of Tseng would flash beneath her eyelids. Even with the guilt pressing her down her back would arch and she'd tremble, just like all the times before and all the times after.
In the end Tseng asked and she answered yes, realizing Rufus never asked, he only took (took her). Feeling so happy her chest could burst from all of the hope inside, she didn't expect this would not be the end.
Because in the very end, she wouldn't be alone, but with two men beside her and neither of them would be Tseng or Rufus.
It's a total ripoff of everything I've read recently and everything I should've read recently. It's Fight Club meets Happiness (tm) meets books for young adults by two Swedish authors meets some mental disorders. It's Irish meets Finnish meets Swedish meets Greek.
It'll be shit, but I still want to finish it. This is not a novel, this is a ficlet.
my blunder
ffvii, elena/rufus + elena/tseng, r (for some sex), 368 words.
disclaimer; Hi, I don't own them, Square-Enix does.
notes; I can't say why I wrote this, the idea just took over, had to write.
Elena knew she shouldn't stand up to the big boss.
Tseng told her not to make a mistake again, or he couldn't be held responsible anymore; Rufus would deal with her after that. Tseng would look at her, slightly rueful in his usual stoic presence and say:
"I can't always protect you."
The level of sadness in his voice told her he cared more than his position allowed him to. This made her happy and Tseng made her heart beat faster than anything, but she still got this terrible, exciting rush of blood to the head when she thought of Rufus. Maybe it was the power - whatever it was, it made her want to fuck up again. And she would.
She entered the Big Office and it smelled of old money and fresh wood. The blond man, dressed in white, looked up and with the smallest smirk on one side of his mouth, told her what was coming. Offering her a glass of wine and all his attention, he looked her up and down and asked:
"Elena, was it?"
The familiar rush of blood, now ten times stronger and Elena nods.
Two hours later she slipped out of the huge four-poster bed, out of the satin sheets and got dressed. Straightening her tie she thought of the mistake that lead her here - secretly she wondered if what happened after said mistake had been her biggest mistake.
After that time Rufus expressed his wish to keep her as an extra private secretary and she felt like standing up to the big boss again, but then he'd touch her neck and with the gentle touch, resistance died inside her.
Sometimes a picture of Tseng would flash beneath her eyelids. Even with the guilt pressing her down her back would arch and she'd tremble, just like all the times before and all the times after.
In the end Tseng asked and she answered yes, realizing Rufus never asked, he only took (took her). Feeling so happy her chest could burst from all of the hope inside, she didn't expect this would not be the end.
Because in the very end, she wouldn't be alone, but with two men beside her and neither of them would be Tseng or Rufus.