#domestic sephiroth

[sephirthoughts]

I wish you would write a fic where... actually, I don't got anything weird. I've just been thinking about Rude/Sephiroth domestic fluff lately because I think Rude is probably a skilled cook and Sephiroth wants that normal life and he could wield a broom as well as he does Masamune. I don't have anyone to tell this to lol

HELLO THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! Alright, this is probably not exactly what you had in mind, but it is the madness that came from your ask, so if anything, it's all your fault. Enjoy! 😂

“What are you doing?” 

“Sweeping the floor.”

“You swept in here three times, today. You’re taking off the varnish.”

“I think this is vinyl.”

“¡Vete!”

Sephiroth pouted, but he knew better than to argue with Rude when he was speaking his native language and using a wooden spoon to point, so he retreated from the kitchen, broom in hand, to seek out another spot in the house that he hadn’t polished to a blinding shine, in the past few hours.

Maybe the upstairs closets? He wavered for a moment, then decided he may as well give the whole place an extra once-over. Better safe than sorry.

With his silver hair pulled up into a martial ponytail, and his weapon-calloused hands wielding a mop and feather duster like twin blades, he whirled through the living room, dining room, entryway, stairs, hallways, bedrooms, and all associated closets, in a blur, hellbent on eradicating even the tiniest molecule of intruding dust from his domain. 

A large, fluffy, white cat was impolitely awakened from a nap, during this maelstrom of domestic activity, and made her displeasure known by violently assailing the feather duster, from atop a bookshelf. Otherwise, the operation suffered no serious setbacks.

Thirty-three minutes later, Sephiroth had scooted the last of the area rugs back into place, and was standing back, imbibing deep satisfaction from his well-ordered house. Then his stomach let out a loud growl. 

Much like a member of a big-cat species, his ability to move at superhuman speeds demanded superhuman energy, and after the burst of activity, he was ravenously hungry.

It didn’t help that Rude was saturating the air in the house with the beguiling, come-hither aromas of meat and fat and spices, piquant and savory and ever so enticing, wafting from the kitchen to brush coquettishly against Sephiroth’s olfactory nerves.

Compelled by forces far stronger than himself, he slunk back into the kitchen, where he sidled up behind Rude and settled his hands on his hips, looking over his shoulder at the big, bubbling pot he was stirring. “What is all this? It smells wonderful.”

“Pozole, elotes, sopas, beans, rice, and tortillas,” Rude said, pointing at each pot, pan, and covered dish, respectively, as Sephiroth’s hands slid lower. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

The hands stopped where they were. “Who? Me?”

“Don’t you try that, ‘who me’ shit. You always turn into a slut when you want food. You and that cat, both.” 

The cat in question, who had, indeed, padded into the kitchen after Sephiroth, to see if any treats were to be gotten, plopped down on her ample haunches and set about having a bath, like she had no idea what they were talking about. 

By way of reply, Sephiroth nuzzled the hollow behind Rude’s ear and then bit down on his warm, tawny skin, just hard enough to dent it, but not actually leave a mark. 

“No biting,” Rude scolded. “Use your words.”

“Starving,” Sephiroth groaned, against his neck. “For real, this time. I’ve got mere seconds left to live.”

“Tch,” Rude smirked. “If you have energy to bitch, you’ll survive till dinner.”

“It’s too late. I’ve died,” Sephiroth intoned, slumping heavily against him. “Have me buried at sea.”

“Dinner will be ready in a minute. If you go set the table, we can start eating sooner.”

This incantation miraculously resurrected the recently deceased Sephiroth, who sprang back to life and hurried away, tripping over the cat in his haste.

“Damn it, Cloud, stop trying to kill me all the time,” he admonished the deeply offended furball, who’d already had her nap and her bath interrupted by this dubious character, and was now being picked up and kissed on the head, of all insufferable indignities.

“I can’t believe you named the cat Cloud,” Rude groused. 

Sephiroth was the picture of innocence. “What’s wrong with Cloud? I think it’s a good name.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. She’s white and fluffy, like a cloud.”

Rude arched an eyebrow. “Then explain why the dog is named Zack.”

“He’s named after the puppy I used to have, back in SOLDIER,” Sephiroth answered, with a completely straight face. 

Rude snorted out a laugh, which naturally meant Sephiroth had won the interaction. “Very funny. Go set the table, ass.”

Sephiroth put the fuming cat down and went to do as he was told. Just as the last fork was being set on the corresponding napkin, the front door banged open, and a voice announced, “Guess who’s here!”

Sephiroth cast a distasteful eye on the day-glow-red haired individual. “The Association for Homosexual Fashion Disasters.”

“You’re one to talk, Sephir-goth,” Reno retorted, taking the lollipop out of his mouth to gesture with it. “Are you seriously wearing leather pants and a band t-shirt to hang around the house?”

“These are the only pants I have, that are not currently in the wash,” Sephiroth answered, with a haughty toss of his head.

“Hey, wait a minute…that’s my shirt!” Reno accused. “It’s the tour edition you could only get at the shows! Take it off! You’re gonna ruin it!”

Sephiroth looked down at his shrink-wrapped torso. “Ah. I wondered why one of Rude’s shirts would fit me so tightly. Since he isn’t the size of a teenaged girl.”

“Look what you did! Your huge tits are stretching it all out! Mick Jagger’s face looks like it’s melting! Or…wow, that’s just how his face looks. Still, it’s mine! Give it back!”

“If you care about a clothing item, you shouldn’t leave it lying around in other people’s homes.” 

So saying, Sephiroth pulled the t-shirt off over his head, and held it out to Reno.

“What the—you can’t just—naked!” Reno sputtered, pointing the lollipop at him. “Rude! Your boyfriend is stripping in the living room!”

“Busy, take pictures,” Rude’s patently unconcerned voice called back, from the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Sephiroth had snatched the shirt away, just as Reno reached for it, and was now holding it high above his head, while the much smaller man tried in vain to jump up and grab it.

“Why am I not surprised to find you two half-clothed and fighting, like a couple of children,” Tseng sighed, as he stepped in the front door, followed closely by Elena. 

“Leave it to me, sir! I’ll defuse the situation!” Elena declared, reaching for her sidearm.

Tseng held up a hand to stop her. “When has your interference ever defused a situation? And I told you on the way here, no guns in the house.”

“R—right, sir. Sorry, sir,” Elena said sheepishly, withdrawing her hand from the concealed holster. 

“Welcome, Tseng and…colleague,” said Sephiroth, who had his hand on Reno’s head and was still keeping the t-shirt away from him. “Please, make yourselves at home. Dinner is almost ready.”

“And colleague?” Elena pouted. “Do you even know my name?”

“How rude of me. Of course I do. You are…uh…Cissnei?”

“No, I’m—” She broke off and her shoulders slumped dejectedly, as Reno nearly expired laughing. “Ugh, forget it. Enjoy your dinner, everyone. I’ll just wait in the car.” 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Tseng announced, in that calm, paternal tone, that made people instinctively want to obey him. “Reno, shut up. Elena, sit down. Sephiroth, give Reno his shirt and go put one on. Now.”

Looking like chastised school children, Reno stifled his laughter, Elena went and sat down on the sofa, and Sephiroth relinquished the shirt before vanishing upstairs. 

“Hey, at least wash it first! I don’t want your stink all over it!” Reno shouted after him. Then he sniffed the shirt and his expression changed. “What the fuck, this is what you smell like?! What is that, cedar and sagebrush? And…rain? Elena, smell this!”

“Gross, I’m not sniffing some guy’s—oh, holy shit that smells amazing! He should bottle this and sell it!”

“Keep that thing away from me,” Tseng warned, as Reno brandished the rumpled t-shirt and advanced upon him. “I already know how wonderful Sephiroth smells, I don’t need a cat-hair covered reminder.”

“Oh, there is cat hair all over it. Damn it, it got on my suit.”

At that moment, Rude stepped out of the kitchen, wiping his hands with a towel. “Dinner. If you’re all finished sniffing my boyfriend’s dirty clothes, that is.”

“If I could just—one more. Yes, all done,” Elena said, letting go of the t-shirt, which Reno was forcefully tugging away from her. 

“The food smells great, too, partner!” Reno grinned, which expression collapsed back into a scowl, as Sephiroth reappeared, wearing the exact same t-shirt as before, only several sizes larger. “If you had Rude’s the whole time, why were you wearing mine?!”

“I just found it, now. You whine a lot, for an adult man. Are you certain you’re not a teenaged girl?”

“Wow,” said petite Elena, whose head wasn’t even level with the huge former SOLDIER’s spectacular pectorals. “I’ve never seen you with a shirt on, general. You look really nice.”

Sephiroth smiled. “That’s very kind of you. Thank you, Cissnei.” 

“I’m not—ugh, whatever. You’re welcome. Let’s eat.”

[miragee19]

[crisiscutie]

the reunion...is nothing to fear.

Pairing: Pregnant Darling/"Fluffy" Sephiroth

Word Count: 680

Content Warning: Psychological/Emotional Abuse.

The grandfather clock ticked away as Sephiroth traced the stretch marks of your swollen belly. He used his other hand to work the tension out of your back as you kept your focus on the clock. Judging by the time, your triplet boys aren't done with school yet. Few more hours. If only you could turn time faster. But it doesn't matter. The man you were trying to escape from has now invaded your new, lovely home, humming his favorite lullaby as you sat on his lap. Your new, lovely home, now corrupted by his presence. Maybe that's why your unborn child is kicking so much now; for you to get away from him.

Yet there was something peculiar about the way his hold on you felt. It's gentle and loving, but also constricting and possessive. You're almost like a poor fly caught in a spider's web. The spider is just waiting for the right moment to feast.

Despite the effort and hard work you put into escaping with your triplet boys, it amounted to nothing. Signs of Sephiroth's presence were always around you; Your precious boys kept asking about those strange dark feathers around your new home, their school, and even in other places, like your favorite grocery store. They wanted to know when their father would stop playing games. But you simply brushed it off, telling them that their father wouldn't be joining you all soon. They were confused, sad even, but they understood the hint to drop the subject. You hated saying that to them yourself, but it was necessary.

The dark feathers you saw were some of the many invitations to the reunion that you ignored. And now, this is fate. Your precious, innocent boys will become like their father. You still loved Sephiroth, but you could never love the path he took. His relentless slaughter of innocents and confining you all in his so-called "tower of love". That's why you had to get away from him. You tried your best, but this is where your "best" landed you.

Your baby's movements grew more forceful as he stopped tracing your stretch marks. He whispered into your ear with that same charming, velvety voice, but you knew it wasn't his old self. He still had that dark look around his slit eyes and a dangerous edge to his voice. You knew that his heart still beats for his family, but it's forever enshrouded in darkness.

"I wonder," he asked, "what name have you chosen for her?" Your dull eyes darted to your covered patio door, watching the rays of the beautiful sunlight slightly retract. You should have opened more windows when you returned from grocery shopping. You're amazed that you could still see in this gloomy and dark setting. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing your voice. But his question weighed heavily on your mind. It's true, you hadn't considered a name for your unborn child, let alone knew that it was going to be a girl. Your unexpected pregnancy with this little one almost deterred you from making your getaway with the triplets, but you pressed on. In the coming weeks, you were so focused on getting away from Sephiroth, you've neglected almost everything else. You didn't even have to turn around to see that his lips curled into a smirk, almost like he knew what you were thinking. His lips pressed against your ear, speaking in a lower, ominous voice.

"...JENOVA... A fine name for her."

Your eyes had widened at both his voice and his declaration. Naming your child after a dead family member wasn't unusual, but something about it had made your heart race. Your baby had ceased her kicking as his hold on you had grown slightly more constricting. Gazing weakly at the grandfather clock, you had realized that not much time had passed. He had begun his delusional ramblings, a dark chuckle echoing in your mind, as a lone tear had trailed down your cheek.

"The reunion at hand may bring joy, it may bring fear, but let us embrace whatever it brings."

This fic is based on one of my favorite prompts I've done so far on this blog. Context: The darling fled with her children to find a better life after Fluffy Sephiroth's corruption in this alternative path of the Domestic AU.

Yandere Domestic AU chronology: Christmas Kids | The Reunion is Nothing to Fear | Wait for me | Homecoming | The Crowning Moment

[supranatra]

I don't play about her ‼️

This is an omega Sephiroth household!!!!

[genesisrhapsodyoffire]

So I moved to KY awhile back and my roommate turned out to be an abuser (physical and verbal) and while I HAVE kicked him out, I am in need of funds to help offset his share of bills in June/July.

Part of why I was assaulted was due to being a trans man who doesn't present the way my assaulter and former partner thinks I should so there's that fun bit.

If you want additional details feel free to DM me. Please share, reblog, etc.

[catboyidia]

cloud and zack going to gongaga together and sitting under a tree with clouds head laying on zacks lap, exchanging stories and memories before falling asleep and taking a nap together as the leaves fall around them on a warm spring day

alternatively, genesis and sephiroth trying to do the same thing in banora with sephiroth falling asleep in genesis’ lap while genesis reads loveless for like the millionth time but genesis starts falling asleep too, causing him to drop the book on sephiroth’s face, with the spine of the hard cover book hitting sephiroth just right and giving sephiroth a black eye (and that was also the first and only hit genesis ever truly landed on sephiroth, and it was on complete accident which absolutely infuriates genesis)(even more infuriating to genesis is the fact that shortly after he accidentally gave sephiroth the black eye, a dumb apple fell from the tree onto his head)

[queernoctis]

a cute meme going around on twitter feat. fan kids (´ ∀ ` *)

[verysmolspams]

Domestic, Fluffy Elyroth tidbits, part 1 🥰

Days Off:

They both love sleeping in; it’s a feat to get either of them out of bed on mornings off

When they do finally get up, it’s for coffee, and they take their snuggles to the couch

Elyse does like to make breakfast when they have the time and energy. Other times, they both like to have a small something together and just cuddle on the couch

They highly value quality time like this, so sometimes it’s hard for them to get out of the living space on days off, unless their friends drag them to something on a free weekend

Seriously, they’re two introverts. It will take a lot to drag them out of the house (maybe not Elyse as much, but you know—)

Lots of naps/cuddles/quiet time where the two of them are doing different things within a few feet of each other

If Sephiroth is Reading, Elyse will often be listening to music with headphones on, or be playing a game on a device

Sometimes she’ll scoot over and peep at what he’s reading; she wants to know what he likes and what he finds interesting

Sometimes Elyse will be tending to daily tasks, and Sephiroth sneaks a peek at whatever she’s listening to or playing

Her taste in music is mixed, so sometimes, he’s surprised. When it comes to her games however, Sephiroth will sneak a chance to learn how to play, so that if they do play together, he knows how to beat her

Most days off they spend catching up on rest, maybe running an errand or two like getting groceries.

While Sephiroth may not know a lot about cooking, he loves helping Elyse with preparation, and listening to her yap about various cooking things, including random facts related to the food being prepared

She will fondly share memories of cooking with her mother, and silly little things that happened in her childhood

While he has mixed feelings about hearing such fond memories of a mother and their child, he sees how happy it makes her to share these personal stories with him, and he takes mental notes

Eventually, they will have cooking memories to share together 💙

Elyse also loves baking! Whenever she’s trying a new treat, Sephiroth is usually her first taste tester

If Sephiroth ever has to leave to attend to an errand, that’s when Elyse gets her speakers. She loves doing chores and mundane tasks to music, but is also mindful of her husband’s heightened senses

This has sometimes resulted in Sephiroth coming home to her dancing around in lounge clothes, with the goofiest smile

And every time, Elyse will get embarrassed, and he will have a field day teasing her for being so goofy

They do parts of their nighttime routine together, other parts separately so that they have the space to do it (like Sephiroth’s hair care; sometimes he’ll let her do it if he particularly craves her touch, other times he really wants control over his hair care)

Once they’re ready for bed, they wind down with more cuddles. Sometimes Sephiroth will bring a book to read, and Elyse will snuggle next to him

If she’s curious enough, he’ll read to her

Elyse loves the sound of his voice when he’s reading; it has sometimes lulled her to sleep if she’s tired enough

When the lights are off for the night, they snuggle in, and the ‘goodnights’ are exchanged with soft voices, and even softer terms of endearment (baby, love, honey, my love, darling, etc.)

In conclusion, them 💙🖤

[seven-n-wolf]

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (Compilation of)

Relationship: Vincent Valentine / Sephiroth, Vincent Valentine / The Turks / Rufus Shinra

AU: canon divergence

Summary:

Vincent wakes up nearly thirty years after being locked up in a coffin by Hojo and Lucrecia to find that they’re both dead and Sephiroth, against all odds, is alive and well—or as well as a genetic experiment can be. After a bit of coercion and emotional blackmail from Rufus and Veld, Vincent decides to rejoin the Turks as Head of the Department. Things go rather well until Vincent starts getting hot flashes and, almost at the same time, Sephiroth approaches him with a desire to be friends.

[case-of-traxits]

tell me we both matter (don't we?)

This was supposed to be fluffy. I feel like that's my constant refrain for everything I write though, so I can't be surprised.

Day 5: Memory

[SephirothWeek] [Master Post]

Word count: 1291 words. Content Notes: Hair brushing/braiding/washing, softness, mild angst. Characters: Sephiroth, Tseng. Soundtrack: "I Will Wait," by Gavin Mikhail. Summary: Three times Tseng took care of Sephiroth's hair, and one time Sephiroth did it himself.

The first time Tseng's fingers ended up in his hair, they were in the bath, in that obscenely large tub that Tseng had in his apartment.  Sephiroth had been half-asleep in the too-hot water, and Tseng, laying in his arms, had been tracing circles in the water.

(For all that Tseng could hold himself almost unnaturally still and often did when he was on the clock, he seemed to always be in some kind of small motion when he was in his own space.  Never anything obtrusive, nothing that would have made a sound, but there was a ceaselessly shifting sense about him, as though that fluid grace demanded an outlet after having been denied all day.)

( Posted on AO3 )

[myfandomrealitea]

I've been on a Harringrove fic spree lately so;

Billy Hargrove exists without Max Mayfield and Billy Hargrove deserves to exist without Max Mayfield.

Billy deserves to live, to recover, to heal without it being tied to Max. Billy deserves to discover who he is outside of a victim, outside of Neil Hargrove's shadow and abuse, outside of the violence and fear and anger without it being tied to Max.

Billy has value that is not solely deadbolted to being Max's brother. To protecting Max. To doting on her in a way that, in some of your fics and posts, borders on unhealthy, obsessive, and everything Billy should be moving in the opposite direction of.

'Billy redeems himself by being Max's brother' is a trope I am sick to the back teeth of coming across in fanfiction, especially when its just thinly veiled character bashing designed to continuously put Billy down while elevating Max.

Victims do not have to throw themselves into benefitting someone else in order to be deserving of healing, closure, growth and recovery. Victims do not have to 'redeem' themselves by becoming someone else's guard dog. A guard dog that, frankly, Max doesn't actually need.

Billy was already the barrier between her and Neil, anyway. Billy already spent years of his life being the shield between her and Neil. His abuse was, on some level, tied to Max. He deserves to be set free of that for his recovery.

[demial4]

One of the best things I've ever read. Fantastic. Hilarious. Adorable. I'm printing it and handing it out to the unsuspecting who walk into the grocery store

I wish you would write a fic where... actually, I don't got anything weird. I've just been thinking about Rude/Sephiroth domestic fluff lately because I think Rude is probably a skilled cook and Sephiroth wants that normal life and he could wield a broom as well as he does Masamune. I don't have anyone to tell this to lol

HELLO THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! Alright, this is probably not exactly what you had in mind, but it is the madness that came from your ask, so if anything, it's all your fault. Enjoy! 😂

“What are you doing?” 

“Sweeping the floor.”

“You swept in here three times, today. You’re taking off the varnish.”

“I think this is vinyl.”

“¡Vete!”

Sephiroth pouted, but he knew better than to argue with Rude when he was speaking his native language and using a wooden spoon to point, so he retreated from the kitchen, broom in hand, to seek out another spot in the house that he hadn’t polished to a blinding shine, in the past few hours.

Maybe the upstairs closets? He wavered for a moment, then decided he may as well give the whole place an extra once-over. Better safe than sorry.

With his silver hair pulled up into a martial ponytail, and his weapon-calloused hands wielding a mop and feather duster like twin blades, he whirled through the living room, dining room, entryway, stairs, hallways, bedrooms, and all associated closets, in a blur, hellbent on eradicating even the tiniest molecule of intruding dust from his domain. 

A large, fluffy, white cat was impolitely awakened from a nap, during this maelstrom of domestic activity, and made her displeasure known by violently assailing the feather duster, from atop a bookshelf. Otherwise, the operation suffered no serious setbacks.

Thirty-three minutes later, Sephiroth had scooted the last of the area rugs back into place, and was standing back, imbibing deep satisfaction from his well-ordered house. Then his stomach let out a loud growl. 

Much like a member of a big-cat species, his ability to move at superhuman speeds demanded superhuman energy, and after the burst of activity, he was ravenously hungry.

It didn’t help that Rude was saturating the air in the house with the beguiling, come-hither aromas of meat and fat and spices, piquant and savory and ever so enticing, wafting from the kitchen to brush coquettishly against Sephiroth’s olfactory nerves.

Compelled by forces far stronger than himself, he slunk back into the kitchen, where he sidled up behind Rude and settled his hands on his hips, looking over his shoulder at the big, bubbling pot he was stirring. “What is all this? It smells wonderful.”

“Pozole, elotes, sopas, beans, rice, and tortillas,” Rude said, pointing at each pot, pan, and covered dish, respectively, as Sephiroth’s hands slid lower. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

The hands stopped where they were. “Who? Me?”

“Don’t you try that, ‘who me’ shit. You always turn into a slut when you want food. You and that cat, both.” 

The cat in question, who had, indeed, padded into the kitchen after Sephiroth, to see if any treats were to be gotten, plopped down on her ample haunches and set about having a bath, like she had no idea what they were talking about. 

By way of reply, Sephiroth nuzzled the hollow behind Rude’s ear and then bit down on his warm, tawny skin, just hard enough to dent it, but not actually leave a mark. 

“No biting,” Rude scolded. “Use your words.”

“Starving,” Sephiroth groaned, against his neck. “For real, this time. I’ve got mere seconds left to live.”

“Tch,” Rude smirked. “If you have energy to bitch, you’ll survive till dinner.”

“It’s too late. I’ve died,” Sephiroth intoned, slumping heavily against him. “Have me buried at sea.”

“Dinner will be ready in a minute. If you go set the table, we can start eating sooner.”

This incantation miraculously resurrected the recently deceased Sephiroth, who sprang back to life and hurried away, tripping over the cat in his haste.

“Damn it, Cloud, stop trying to kill me all the time,” he admonished the deeply offended furball, who’d already had her nap and her bath interrupted by this dubious character, and was now being picked up and kissed on the head, of all insufferable indignities.

“I can’t believe you named the cat Cloud,” Rude groused. 

Sephiroth was the picture of innocence. “What’s wrong with Cloud? I think it’s a good name.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. She’s white and fluffy, like a cloud.”

Rude arched an eyebrow. “Then explain why the dog is named Zack.”

“He’s named after the puppy I used to have, back in SOLDIER,” Sephiroth answered, with a completely straight face. 

Rude snorted out a laugh, which naturally meant Sephiroth had won the interaction. “Very funny. Go set the table, ass.”

Sephiroth put the fuming cat down and went to do as he was told. Just as the last fork was being set on the corresponding napkin, the front door banged open, and a voice announced, “Guess who’s here!”

Sephiroth cast a distasteful eye on the day-glow-red haired individual. “The Association for Homosexual Fashion Disasters.”

“You’re one to talk, Sephir-goth,” Reno retorted, taking the lollipop out of his mouth to gesture with it. “Are you seriously wearing leather pants and a band t-shirt to hang around the house?”

“These are the only pants I have, that are not currently in the wash,” Sephiroth answered, with a haughty toss of his head.

“Hey, wait a minute…that’s my shirt!” Reno accused. “It’s the tour edition you could only get at the shows! Take it off! You’re gonna ruin it!”

Sephiroth looked down at his shrink-wrapped torso. “Ah. I wondered why one of Rude’s shirts would fit me so tightly. Since he isn’t the size of a teenaged girl.”

“Look what you did! Your huge tits are stretching it all out! Mick Jagger’s face looks like it’s melting! Or…wow, that’s just how his face looks. Still, it’s mine! Give it back!”

“If you care about a clothing item, you shouldn’t leave it lying around in other people’s homes.” 

So saying, Sephiroth pulled the t-shirt off over his head, and held it out to Reno.

“What the—you can’t just—naked!” Reno sputtered, pointing the lollipop at him. “Rude! Your boyfriend is stripping in the living room!”

“Busy, take pictures,” Rude’s patently unconcerned voice called back, from the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Sephiroth had snatched the shirt away, just as Reno reached for it, and was now holding it high above his head, while the much smaller man tried in vain to jump up and grab it.

“Why am I not surprised to find you two half-clothed and fighting, like a couple of children,” Tseng sighed, as he stepped in the front door, followed closely by Elena. 

“Leave it to me, sir! I’ll defuse the situation!” Elena declared, reaching for her sidearm.

Tseng held up a hand to stop her. “When has your interference ever defused a situation? And I told you on the way here, no guns in the house.”

“R—right, sir. Sorry, sir,” Elena said sheepishly, withdrawing her hand from the concealed holster. 

“Welcome, Tseng and…colleague,” said Sephiroth, who had his hand on Reno’s head and was still keeping the t-shirt away from him. “Please, make yourselves at home. Dinner is almost ready.”

“And colleague?” Elena pouted. “Do you even know my name?”

“How rude of me. Of course I do. You are…uh…Cissnei?”

“No, I’m—” She broke off and her shoulders slumped dejectedly, as Reno nearly expired laughing. “Ugh, forget it. Enjoy your dinner, everyone. I’ll just wait in the car.” 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Tseng announced, in that calm, paternal tone, that made people instinctively want to obey him. “Reno, shut up. Elena, sit down. Sephiroth, give Reno his shirt and go put one on. Now.”

Looking like chastised school children, Reno stifled his laughter, Elena went and sat down on the sofa, and Sephiroth relinquished the shirt before vanishing upstairs. 

“Hey, at least wash it first! I don’t want your stink all over it!” Reno shouted after him. Then he sniffed the shirt and his expression changed. “What the fuck, this is what you smell like?! What is that, cedar and sagebrush? And…rain? Elena, smell this!”

“Gross, I’m not sniffing some guy’s—oh, holy shit that smells amazing! He should bottle this and sell it!”

“Keep that thing away from me,” Tseng warned, as Reno brandished the rumpled t-shirt and advanced upon him. “I already know how wonderful Sephiroth smells, I don’t need a cat-hair covered reminder.”

“Oh, there is cat hair all over it. Damn it, it got on my suit.”

At that moment, Rude stepped out of the kitchen, wiping his hands with a towel. “Dinner. If you’re all finished sniffing my boyfriend’s dirty clothes, that is.”

“If I could just—one more. Yes, all done,” Elena said, letting go of the t-shirt, which Reno was forcefully tugging away from her. 

“The food smells great, too, partner!” Reno grinned, which expression collapsed back into a scowl, as Sephiroth reappeared, wearing the exact same t-shirt as before, only several sizes larger. “If you had Rude’s the whole time, why were you wearing mine?!”

“I just found it, now. You whine a lot, for an adult man. Are you certain you’re not a teenaged girl?”

“Wow,” said petite Elena, whose head wasn’t even level with the huge former SOLDIER’s spectacular pectorals. “I’ve never seen you with a shirt on, general. You look really nice.”

Sephiroth smiled. “That’s very kind of you. Thank you, Cissnei.” 

“I’m not—ugh, whatever. You’re welcome. Let’s eat.”

[crisiscutie]

Darling and Sephiroth cockwarming after a long day of dealing with the kids? 😣

This Fluffy Sephiroth or "Fluffy" Sephiroth? 🤔 I will make this Fluffy boi. Yandere version here. Enjoy this scenario~.

Content Warning: NSFW. Some angst.

Exhausted from your maternal duties, you almost collapsed onto the bed, but you managed to steady yourself, avoiding any discomfort for yourself or the little one inside of you. You love your triplet boys. You really do. But sometimes you wanna just throw them into a chest and ship them off to the promised land... or whatever that is. Not too long after your arrival, the bedroom door slammed open, making the poor hinges creak for dear life. You couldn't help but smirk briefly, knowing that the only other person who could have made such a grand entrance in your household, aside from your son Loz, was his dear father.

Sephiroth took a moment to calm himself before slowly closing the door, mentally adding yet another item to the growing list of house repairs. Afterward, he untangled his disheveled high ponytail, allowing his flowing silver mane to cascade down his back. Finally, he approached the bed and motioned for your pillow. You smiled, lifting your head from your pillow as you allowed him to remove it and fluff it up for you. Even when he's on his last nerve, he's still so thoughtful and sweet to you. He then joined you on the bed, his throbbing cock pressing against your eager entrance, covered by your silky panties.

You pulled your panties aside, granting him access. You two have been waiting all day to fuck, but one distraction came after another. But now, the moment was here. A low grunt escaped his lips as he slowly entered, your wet cunt stretching around his cock. He held you close, with one hand supporting your breasts and the other tenderly cradling your pregnant belly.

"Are you sure this next one is only a single?" he asked playfully.

"We must trust the midwives, my love," you retorted.

"No one can be sure of everything. I hope Angealica can handle the boys right now..."

"Of course she can. She's our firstborn, and already mastered the art of keeping the boys in check!" You couldn't see it, but you know he's got a big smile on his face. You let out a pleasurable sigh as he lazily thrusts, savoring the sensation of his thick cock being massaged by your walls.

"So, what do you think it will be?" You asked, your gaze fixed on the sunset over the fields from the bedroom window. In the distance, you could see the village that your family frequently visits. Sephiroth slightly narrowed his eyes and his hand began to slowly rub your pregnant belly. It's almost as if he was listening or communicating with something. After a short while of silence, you said his name, wondering if he heard your question or if he zoned out.

"...It will be a girl." He blurted out. You raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"Are you just saying that because you don't want more boys?"

"No. I'm certain," he said, his slit eyes darting off to the bedroom window, watching the sunset like you.

"If you say so. What name should we pick for her, then?"

"Lucrecia..."

"Hmmmm," you mumbled. The name had a nice ring to it, although it seemed oddly specific to suggest at a time like this. You want to ask him where he got it from, though you're sure that he had already endured a relentless barrage of questions from Yazoo today, so you'd leave it be for now. "I like that name... How about Lulu for a nickname? Or Lucy?" His cock twitched inside you as his normally lazy thrust had a bit more vigour to it this time. "I'll take that as a yes," you huffed out, as he quietly chuckled. The two of you relaxed in silence for a short while after that, now watching the moon overtake the skies while wild chocobos wandered through the fields. Soon, the silence was disrupted by a thought that entered your mind.

"Our tenth anniversary is coming up... It's incredible to think about how far we've come. From being SOLDIERS to building a beautiful family away from Shinra, it's truly remarkable. He would be proud." Sephiroth's vast white wing sprouted from his back, it enveloped both of you, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

"I..." his velvety voice trailed off. One of his fingers gently traced the intricate engravings on your mako-encrusted wedding band. He had crafted it for you years ago, just before the arrival of your firstborn.

"-was so scared of losing you, like how I lost my mother. That's why I wanted to give this to you as a parting gift," he whispered, his voice trembling. Your eyes grew heavy as the realization washed over you. No wonder he had seemed so mournful when Angealica's birth was approaching. Without warning, he thrusted once more, eliciting a sharp yelp from you as his cock hit your cervix. He then nuzzled into your neck and whispered a quiet apology, his tears cascading onto you. In that moment, you clasped your hands over his, affirming your unwavering support for him. It was only natural that a fear like that still lurked in his heart, but it was undeniable that he had become a better man throughout it all.

"Don't worry," you reassured. He lifted his head from your neck. "If I didn't leave you then I won't leave you now. For good luck, why don't we renew our vows? It'd be a celebration of the people we became, our rebirth. Fate did its damndest to keep us apart, but we couldn't be stopped." He stayed silent, allowing your words to sink in. A moment later, he spoke up.

"So be it," he said. You had to stop yourself from yelping in delight at his response. Despite the lingering doubt within Sephiroth, he was comforted by knowing you would help him navigate through it.

"So much to plan~! What should we get the boys to wear? I wonder if the village boutique sells maternity wedding dresses-"

"I admire your eagerness love," Sephiroth said, his voice slightly trembling. "But maybe we should save the planning for another time. It's been a long day," his words carried a hint of nervousness.

You pouted playfully, yet you also nodded in agreement. Both of you slouched, and closed your eyes, eagerly anticipating the new day that lay ahead. Your fantasy with him was finally etched in stone, and nothing could rip it apart.

I think "My Silver Lining" is a perfect song showing the growth and tenacity of Fluffy Sephy and his darling's bond. 💜

[genesisrhapsodyoffire]

Hey, I updated my GFM. I'm in desperate need of support as my insurance is refusing to help me rn due to a screw up on their end. My car badly needs repairs and I need to buy food that my stomach can handle and I need to pay my bills. Please help a disabled, Jewish, queer POC if you can!!

[catboyidia]

genesis and sephiroth “fighting” and hurting each other (nothing serious just small scrapes and stuff) just to homoerotically tend to each others wounds afterwards, calling each other dumb and other small childish insults while doing it (mainly genesis but sephiroth chimes in sometimes too), but they’re both awful at any form of first aid so angeal has to step in and actually patch them up. he used to scold them for it but he has since given up, now he can do nothing but sigh and shake his head at his stupid boyfriends antics while covering them in cute chocobo and cactuar print bandages and kissing their little wounds to make them feel better. genesis and sephiroth always try to do the same for angeal when he gets roped into their “fights”, and while the gesture is sweet and its the thought that counts, they fail miserably every time at the first aid and get into petty little “arguments” on who gets to kiss angeals wounds better

[queernoctis]

pov: you shaved and now your own babies dont recognize you