#rufusxtseng

And how easy it must be to see when he is very horny.

Because his eyes are so bright that it's immediately noticeable when his pupils are dilated 😏🔥

Oh shit son you have just opened a can of motherfucking worms.

Let me tell you about Zeng/Rufus

I started shipping them about five years ago, right when I was really starting to get into FFVII (oh my god, you might say, he’s only been an FFVII fan for /five years/?! Yes children, The Lexicon learned his shit fast and he learned it good. And through a lot of mistakes, to boot. MOVING ON.). Even before I was well-versed in the Turks and FFVII in general for some reason that pairing really fucking sat with me. It went through all kinds of phases, from the age-difference phase, to the Rufus-isn’t-really-a-bad-guy phase, to the it’s-just-sex phase, I mean I have done this pairing so many times in so many ways with so many people. And I would do it again in a heartbeat.

The reason I absolutely adore Zeng/Rufus is because of the dynamic. I think some people (the age-difference group and the business-relationship group, especially, at least by my perception) like the forbidden aspects of it? But for me - this is where it’s going to get dicey, so if you don’t have a strong stomach, look away now or consider yourself warned - it’s about the pain of it. The /use/, the abuse, the unorthodox meanings of love, about loyalty, what it means and what it absolutely /doesn’t/.

My very favourite way for Zeng/Rufus to pan out is /painfully/. A little pair of sociopaths, one of whom serves the other. Rufus is used to having pets and servants, but Zeng is not a dog, he’s a tiger, a panther, uncontrollable. A lot more than Rufus bargained for. Often this excites Rufus, though, in a way that Zeng can’t truly perceive or understand. Sometimes Zeng isn’t exactly willing, sometimes he’s all too willing but doesn’t understand himself any more than he does Rufus. No matter what, though, this is the most tragic, horrid pairing I can think of in the whole of FFVII canon. Not even kidding.

What makes me happy about them is how horrible they are for each other. I love pain, I love it when things don’t work out well, I love angst, and this pairing is just utterly terrible. They work so fucking well together, though, the dynamic is crazy easy to get behind and to work. But it hurts them both. They destroy one another. It’s glorious, and so fucking real.

What makes me sad about them? That’s almost the same answer. They’re awful. They’re both the worst kind of person. This is not a healthy relationship, no matter how you look at it (although bits of it can turn out to be good, if you turn your head and squint). It’s tragic as fuck, so human, so raw and real. And I’ve been through their relationship. More than once, and once more than should have been possible.

What annoys me in art or fic is when they comfort each other, are cuddly or lovey-dovey (there’s a word for that now, um…schmoop?). That feels really out of character, in my opinion. My favourite pieces of art are outright /violent/ ones, really terrible, gritty, angsty ones. Things where one or both of them get hurt, in any way - physically, mentally, emotionally, whatever. I wrote plenty of it, in my day. Loved it.

Again, Zeng is not really a relationship person. He works really well with Elfe, though, and I already stated that I sideways-sorta-ship Zeng and Aerith. Rufus…any of the Turks. Odd as that may sound. There’s reasoning, but this is already an encyclopedia entry, so I won’t go into them.

Once I wrote a fic where Rufus died, and Zeng outlived him. When Zeng finally died, he was buried in an unmarked grave right next to Rufus’. That’s my happy ending for them.

TheVicePresident:

Stands in the doorway, shivering still. “I-I hate them…” Glaring he points to Tseng. “You better help me!” Demanding the Turk to assist him.

"Easy," he says softly, placing aside the bag of ice and stepping over to his superior. Swiftly his fingers fly to the remainder of the blonde's clothes, removing the last shirt, and steadily undoing the pants, unconscious of the need for privacy or security from the public eye. In the next second, his fingers fall away from the heir, instead undoing and removing his own suit blazer and casting the cover upon the younger man's bare shoulders. "You have been asking for this. Stay steady," he instructed. "I know it's uncomfortable."

Falling smoothly, soundlessly down on one knee as the pants are dropped, he eases the blonde from them himself before placing them aside with the removed shirt. Once more his body mimics the motions as his fingers cautiously, gently remove the boxer briefs, last to adorn the tormented heir, and slip them down and off to join the remainder of the clothing upon the floor.