PROPAGANDA:

[Bruce]

"He already has so many kids, its time to let him make some himself."

"He has so many kids already, he should birth one."

"He's already had so many kids come to him as pre-teens or teens, often with parents before him that he needs to "compete" with for his position as their parent, so it would be nice to have him not have that pressure for once. Also, whenever one of his partners turns out to be pregnant he tends to be very excited about it, and he's often shown to be very soft and kind to babies and small children, so it'd be nice to finally give him a baby of his own. And considering the fact that there's more than one storyline with one of Bruce's lovers being pregnant and leaving and then hiding/giving the baby away for adoption, him being the one who's pregnant would keep that from happening again. In conclusion, he's got kids, loves babies, is already a single parent, give the man a baby of his own!!"

"It's been a while since he adopted a kid, maybe his next one can be home grown."

"He's due another child. Pregnant Batman would probably have to take good care of his health."

"Just look at him. Plus, he'd be a wonderful mother."

"This guy is already a dad of like a million robins, so it's about time he made some himself."

"look at him. this man loves kids so much. he loves his kids so much, you know he wishes he could have birthed them himself. getting pregnant would fix him."

"I mean look at him. He has so many kids he was made to be a mother."

[Sephiroth]

"Have you SEEN this man? Enough said."

character — cloud strife, romantic

cw — fluff, kissing, established relationship, implied make out session (?), reader under the influence of alcohol.

don't ask me what came over me. i also don't know. i just feel soft and sad and yearning. and cloud is the type of character that deserves this type of soft love, more than anyone, even. also, let's ignore that this may be the first fanfic i write which is full blow romance, and cannot be taken platonically.

The glide of your lips against his stop, and you pull yourself back far too fast to truly process what's happening for a spare moment. He looks confused, almost as much as you.

And pretty. So, so pretty.

You almost find it in yourself to cuss for leaving your boyfriend hanging like that, but the alcohol in your system buzz off any thought like that entirely.

“Why-” He mouths, a truly Cloud Strife worth frown taking over his features, but before he can continue his questioning of your behaviour, there's a giggle bubbling from your throat.

“You're precious.” It's nothing but a drunken murmur, but the sound of it is so sweet and honest as it falls from your lips, eyes impossibly steady as you trace every single one of his feature.

He freezes, almost trembling as he let's you take in all of his vulnerability.

You hands rise to cup his face, slow and unsteady, but he makes a point of placing his own above yours, the previously sour expression melting into something softer. He doesn't try speaking, instead, waiting for your mind to finish formulating whatever it was that it wanted to tell him so urgently.

“So precious...” You repeat, the daze of your gaze vanishing under your eyelids, as you plant a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose. It scrunch up under the contact, but he doesn't move to get away, instead focused on you. “I would hang the stars and the moon in the sky for you...” You breath, now connecting your lips to his left cheek. “I would destroy this world if you asked-” Another on the right cheek. “And rebuild it just as you desire...” On his forehead.

Tears gather in your lashline, which you don't bother blinking away, as if the mere act of looking away from him at this moment was heinous.

“I love you.” You kiss his lips.

Quiet, slow, delicate. As if touching something precious and fragile. As if he was your most important treasure.

“I love you.” You repeat, gathering the hands that hold yours, kissing the tip of his fingers. “I love you so much.” The bruised knuckles. “Enough for it to be painful.” On his wrist.

Cloud didn't move, even as his face heated up, he returned your attention. Wholly.

Your head rests against his shoulder, as you slump forward, seeming too lethargic to control your body anymore, but he just supports you there, listening to the quiet sound of your breathing against his neck.

He feels your mouth moving against his shoulder, and the sound is too slurred for him to make out what it is.

But he understands you.

“I love you too.”

He whisper, like a secret meant only for the two of you.

“I truly do.”