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
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“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.”
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Specific Ship Pairing
- Tenzin/The Spider Spirit (that throws them in the Fog)
- Pema/Amon
- Bumi II/Amon’s Lieutenant
- Lin/Aiwei
- Yakone/Hahn
- Yao Li/Jhu Lin
Tenzin/The Spider Spirit
Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay
The spider spirit is clearly in love with the Fog. Why else is he feeding her so lovingly instead of eating his captives himself? I'll not break them up for silly Tenzin.
Pema/Amon
Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay
GIVE ME EQUALIST PEMA INJECT THIS INTO MY EYEBALLS.
Bumi II/Amon's Lieutenant
Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay
There's something delightfully tragic about this pairing. I love some good non-bender angst, and Equalist!Bumi (or even sympathizer Bumi) is to me a woefully underexplored possibility. After all, who might resent benders more than the non-bending son of the Avatar? And Lieutenant, rejected by Amon, might find himself in the arms of a second choice. This has all the makings of a fuck buddy tragedy.
Lin/Aiwei
Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay
I don't really see it but I'm not sure why? I think he'd be too obsequious for her, or at least outwardly so, and if he revealed his real purpose I don't think Lin is down for scheming. But she might sleep with him to piss off Suyin.
Yakone/Hahn
Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay
Thiiiiisssss. Oh god. I can't really imagine Yakone (as you write him) really loving anyone or at least loving them normally, and Hahn is both haughty and angry (and maybe almost died? you know, it was really unclear). This is an angst x angst hatefucking power play relationship and it's now lodged in my brain.
Yao Li/Jhu Lin
Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay
I just want one good thing to happen to Yao Li and I think Jhu Lin might be it. But it feels more like she's adopting him and squishing him between her boobs before making sure he eats a square meal than like an equal partnership. Which maybe is okay. I think it's cute.
Crackship ranking
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