I do not own Final Fantasy VII.

BOREDOM STRIKES AGAIN! Ok, so I'm back to do that little Drabble chapter I said I might do. So basically it's going to be random moments in the lives of Sephiroth and his family. Events ranging from silly to touching. Hope everyone enjoys and...as you all know...please review...they're like crack to me XD

The Angel's Drabbles

Baby Boy

Sephiroth gazed down at the face of his son. After almost 6 months of being a father, Sephiroth still found himself amazed at the idea. Excitement welled in his heart whenever he thought about his child and how proud he was to know that he'd had a hand in making him. Fatherhood was something Sephiroth never really thought he'd experience. In his youth, the thought of children was a problem he'd rather not deal with. A child would be a burden and he'd not be able to handle the stress. But as he grew older...especially during his time under Jenova's control, the idea of having children was merely a means to spread his genes along and secure his legacy. But when he met Tifa, those thoughts changed.

Tifa had completely changed his heart.

When Tifa placed Seraphim in his arms for the first time, he'd been surprised at the sudden realization that he was a father. But when the shock subsided, he was comepletely overtaken with the purest form of joy anyone could possibly feel. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before in his life. A sense of elation glowed within him and his icy heart melted into a puddle of warm love.

He lifted Seraphim from his crib and kissed his tiny infant head. "My son..." Sephiroth breathed against his hair, "...Your mother and I will wed tomorrow." A smile spread across his lips, "In just a day, we will be a real family."

The Wedding

"Wow! You look amazing, Tifa!" Yuffie exclaimed excitedly as she gawked at her friend dressed for her wedding.

"Thanks, Yuffie." Tifa straightened up her skirt and smiled. "I'm nervous...but I'm excited." She gazed at her own reflection, unsure if she was dreaming or not.

This would be her second marriage, but her first real wedding. Tifa and Cloud never actually had a wedding; they married quickly and unceremoniously with a city official, Tifa wore a plain cream colored dress and Cloud was in his usual attire. Their friends weren't even all there, the only ones present had been Denzel, Marlene, and Barret. It had not been what Tifa wanted, but it was what they could afford.

But this time it was different, she was getting the wedding of her dreams and soon would have a husband she deserved. The ceremony was being held in an indoor flower garden in the town of Icicle, and not only her friends would be there, but the entire town would be in attendance as well. She wore a real bridal gown, made of fine champagne colored silk, in an A-line shape with a beaded bolero jacket with long fitted sleeves that ended with a flair at her wrists. The skirt fell down just to the floor and spread out in a short, but noticable train. The design was simple, but it was elegant and it suited her perfectly. She carried a bouquet of white roses cut from her own garden, whilst her three brides maids, Yuffie, Shera, and little Marlene carried smaller bouquets of pink roses. Their dresses were pale blue, knee-length versions of Tifa's gown, simple though fitting.

Meanwhile, Sephiroth tied his hair back with a black cord and turned around to Vincent and Charlie. "So, how do I look?" He was nervous as well, unsure of what exactly was expected of him. Unlike Tifa, Sephiroth had never been married, so he wasn't truly prepared.

"Ya look good." Charlie patted his shoulder.

Vincent only nodded his approval and reached into his pocket to hand Charlie the ring. "Here, you better take this."

"Thanks!" Charlie hid it in his own pocket and adjusted his jacket. "I must say, it's been a while since I've been so dressed up."

"The same for me." Sephiroth looked at himself in the mirror. "I considered just wearing my armor, but why should I mix battle with marriage?...But I didn't want to wear a tux...it's just not my style." Sephiroth had instead chosen to don his formal uniform from Soldier, an outfit he'd never thought he get any use out of.

Sephiroth went to the opening in the tent and looked out at the people gathering in the garden. "There's going to be many eyes on us." There was a tremor evident in his voice.

"Don't worry, Son." Vincent pulled him back inside, "Just think about what you'll walk away with. In just a few minutes, Tifa will be your wife."

"Yes...she'll be completely mine..."

Barret and Cid entered momentarily, both looking strange in their tuxes.

"I can't wait to get this over with, and get outta this suit!" Barret complained.

"Quit yer bitchin'!" Cid lit up one last cigarette before they departed the tent. "You ready Sephiroth?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"I can't believe after all we been through...I'm gonna escort Tifa down the isle to marry you." Barret was more than urked. "Ya better take care of her! Damn it." He aimed his gun-arm at him, "You hurt her even once, and I'll shoot ya!" Barret narrowed his eyes...he tried to make it look like he was trying to intimidate him, but the truth was he was trying to keep the tears welling in his eyes from escaping. "I love Tifa like she was my own family...Hell, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about askin' her to marry me, but the truth is she's really more like a daughter or a sister, I s'ppose..." He sniffled a little, "...And I few years ago, I made the mistake of lettin' her get married to a loser, and all she got was hurt!"

Sephiroth looked Barret dead in the eyes and said, "I swear on my honor as Soldier...and my duty as a husband...Tifa will be safe with me. I love her and our son more than my own life."

Barret's lip trembled and he bit back the urge to start bawling. Without a word, he swapped his gun-arm for his normal left hand and the two men shared an awkward left-handed shake.

"That's touchin' boys, but...we gotta get movin'." Cid pushed Barret out of the tent to go retrieve Tifa.

Sephiroth was in awe at the the sight of Tifa as she approached him. She was the very image of beauty, radiant and perfect. As she joined him on the altar, both of them were so engrossed in one another that they barely heard anything that was being said and both of them moved almost automatically, like their bodies were being controled by some unseen force. All they were concious of was one another. They could hear eachother's heart beating, feel eachother's elation and fear, and one another's love.

When it came to the kiss, it was like they were kissing for the first time. Trembling lips met trembling lips, and they both kissed as if their very lives depended on it. They were lost oblivion, this was the defining moment, they were really married and truly about to begin their life together.

Twins

Pacing back and forth, back and forth, Sephiroth was nervous as hell as he waited for the time to come. Tifa was in labor and he could hear her groans coming from the room.

Vincent and Barret were with him, trying to get him to calm down, but he couldn't be calm. Of all people, one would imagine Sephiroth to remain composed, but he wasn't. Instead the poor man was in dire need of a muscle relaxer. He wanted to be in there with his wife, but he didn't want her to see him in a panic.

The idea of a woman birthing his children was a major turn-on for Sephiroth, but the reality of it was not very sexy. He knew she needed him there to keep her strong, but his own strength was failing. He'd not been there for Seraphim's birth and now his own cowardace forced him away from the birth of the his next two children.

Two...she was having twin boys. Sephiroth felt his heart jump. Two more bundles of joy to add to his family. He was ecstatic beyond belief but all the same, he was afraid. But of what?

"Hey, Sephiroth." Barret uttered harshly.

Sephiroth ignored him...no...he'd hadn't even heard him.

"Hey!"

Sephiroth was too caught up in his thoughts.

"Hey asshole!"

This got Sephiroth's attention. He snapped his eyes toward Barret who got up and shoved him toward the door to the room where Tifa was.

"If I were you, I'd get my ass in there! Quit bein' a pussy and get in there to your wife!"

Sephiroth looked at Vincent, who only nodded and looked at the door.

When he entered, Sephiroth found his beloved lying in a bed, wincing and moaning from her contractions. He rushed to her side, completely ignoring the nurse who said something to him, though he'd not heard her.

"Sephiroth..." Tifa said tiredly, "It's still going to be a while."

"I know...but I have to be in here with you."

It would be another couple of hours before Tifa was finally ready to push the babies out. She grasped Sephiroth's hand and screamed until she screamed herself hoarse. She cried out from the pain and tears rushed down her cheeks as Sephiroth held her close. He watched as the first child made his entrance into the world. He looked sort of strange, a bit small, even for a newborn, his tiny face crunched up and he appeared a little bluish. It was alarming to Sephiroth at first, but the nurse who saw his confused expression assured him that all newborn babies looked like that. The second child was born nearly a whole minute later, and the room was quickly filled with the sounds of screaming babies.

The doctor had allowed Sephiroth to cut the umbilical cords of both his sons, and after having cleaned the babies of blood and fluids, allowed him to hold the elder of the two. The elder child had quieted down, looking sleepy and maybe a little uninterested in the world. However, the younger child, which Tifa held proudly, still continued to cry, as if he were angry at having been released from his mother's womb.

Sephiroth leaned down and kissed Tifa lovingly. He looked into her ruby eyes and told her for the millionth time how beautiful she was.

"I've just given birth...I'm a mess." She giggled softly, her voice was tired as were her eyes.

Sephiroth only smiled warmly and smoothed back her sweaty, messy hair.

Evander's Warning

Evander and Aemelius approached their mother as she sat reading. Her giant belly looked as though it would burst at any moment. She turned her loving eyes to her sons.

"What's up boys?"

"Mom...there's a baby in there...right?" Evander pointed at her belly.

"Yes there is." Tifa took his hand placed it just below her navel, "Feel that? That's the baby moving." She ruffled his silver hair and brought him closer to embrace him. Aemelius came closer and hugged her from her other side.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Aemelius was curious.

"I don't know yet, we have to wait and find out."

"Mom...can the baby hear me if I talk to it?" Evander got closer to her stomach.

"I don't know, Dear, but you can talk to it if you want."

Evander only nodded and leaned down, he caressed the curve of her body with his small hand. He paused for a moment, as if to say something meaningful...

"Don't you dare think you'll be Mom's favorite...just wait till you get outta there..."

Tifa was left speechless.

The Talk

As Sephiroth put little Demetria down for her nap, he noticed Tifa approaching him from the hall. Her face was twisted with a worried, almost disgusted expression, and in her hands she carried a couple of books.

"What's wrong, Dear?" Sephiroth met her half way as she paused mid-step.

"Sephiroth...we need to have a discussion with Seraphim." Her voice trembled nervously, as if she was unsure of what she really wanted to say.

"Huh, a discussion?" He put his hand out as she nervously, cautiously handed him the books she held.

As it turned out, she was carrying a stack of magazines...pornographic magazines...

"What?"

"I found them when I was cleaning his room. He had them hidden in his dresser."

Sephiroth sighed heavily and caressed her cheek. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it." He glanced down at the magazines and shook his head. "We should have seen it coming. He's 13...it's only natural that he'd want to look at women."

"I know...but I'm not ready for him to grow up yet."

"I know, my love." He kissed her forehead. "I'll talk to him when he gets home from school, don't worry, this is perfectly healthy."

"Did you have a dirty magazine collection too?" She grinned meekly.

"No, can't say I did; my time was spent training...I never really had much time to myself. However, I guess my first sexual experiences came from Hojo requesting sperm samples and he told me how to extract them."

Tifa's eyes grew wide and she raised an eyebrow, "Why in the world would he need...n-nevermind I'm not sure that I really want to know."

Sephiroth smiled warmly and reassured her that he would take care of it.

When the boys ran in from school that afternoon, Tifa met them at the door.

"Seraphim."

"Yes ma'am?"

"Your father needs to speak with you. He's in his study, go now." She ordered gently, her voice was stern and Seraphim feared that he was in very deep trouble. So without further ado, Seraphim ran up the stairs and went to his father.

He trembled almost visibly, worried that his dad was going to pummel him for whatever it was he did. He paused at the office door, his nerves spiked as he reached for the door and pushed it open.

"Dad?" He whimpered quietly, as he caught sight of his father sitting at his desk, his hands folded on its smooth surface, his face was set with the most stoic of expressions, though his eyes were gleaming with something else. This unnerved the boy further, but he dared not run from him, instead he stood still and awaited instruction.

"Sit." Sephiroth spat, his voice was venom.

Seraphim took a seat in the chair opposite Sephiroth.

Sephiroth reclined back in his chair and sighed heavily, gathering his nerve before speaking. "Seraphim, I need to ask you a question...and I require a straight and honest answer, lie to me boy, and you'll regret it."

"Y-yes, Sir..." He gulped.

"Where did you get these?" Sephiroth tossed the stack of magazines on his desk.

Seraphim gasped and his entire body tensed up. "Well...I..."

"The truth."

He gulped once more, "My friends from school...they gave them to me...I really don't know where they got them from."

"How long have you had them?"

"About a month."

Sephiroth closed his eyes thoughtfully and relaxed his shoulders. "Son...tell me...I won't be mad, just tell me what you do with these magazines."

"I..." Seraphim wasn't sure how to say it, he was embarassed to admit what he does at night when he looks at them, but he knew he mustn't cross his father. "I look at them at night and...I..." He didn't want to say 'masturbate', so he just made a blatant movement with his hand and Sephiroth knew what he meant.

"I see." Sephiroth opened up the one on top and flipped through a few pages. "You know...real women don't look like this, these photos are altered to make these women look perfect. Not even your mother is quite so flawless."

"I really didn't want to know that, Dad."

"Quiet, Boy." Sephiroth snapped. "Listen, Seraphim, you're not in trouble, I just promised your mother that I'd have a little discussion with you about these. So, I need to know, do you understand what's happening in this picture?" He opened up to page of a man and woman having intercourse.

"Hmm...sort of..."

"Ok..." Sephiroth breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, he was certain that he was more nervous than his son. He pushed back his bangs and finally said what Tifa wanted him to say, "...Seraphim, I need to talk to you about sex. Do you how what it is and how it's done?"

"Well...I guess that's what's happening in the picture," he pointed to the magazine that still lay open, "but I'm not sure what it really is."

"Sex, literally, is what a man and woman do when they wish to have children." Sephiroth explained calmly, "That's why it's better that married couples do it. But, it's also done for purposes like these magazines and their film counterparts, for pleasure. To be with a woman this way feels...really amazing."

"Really?"

"Yes...but, just promise me that what I'm about to tell you, you won't take into practice until your older, preferably married, but just atleast until your about 18. Ok?"

"Okay?" Seraphim leaned in closer to his father as if he were about to learn some ancient secret wisdom...and he was.

"Well, the basics of sex are simple. By now you understand that men have penises and women have vaginas."

"Uh...yeah..." Seraphim bit his lip.

"Well," Sephiroth clasped his hands together and sought for a way to continue, "first both partners have to be ready for it, the man has to have an erection and the woman should...well, she'll let you know...Anways, basically all he does is put his penis inside of her and, well, pump it in and out a few times."

"So how do I know when it's done?"

"How do you know when you're done doing your little," Sephiroth made the same movement with his hand, which had suddenly become the code for 'masturbate'.

"Umm...it...kind of explodes."

"Okay, well the same thing happens. Okay, well any questions?"

"Yeah, tons."

"Okay..." Sephiroth was hoping it would be quick and painless.

"So the white stuff out of my junk is sperm right?"

"Yeah."

"At school today they explained how babies were made...but they didn't explain how the sperm got in the woman to begin with. I was going to ask you about that anyway."

"Oh...alright then."

"And there's something else I was curious about."

"What?"

"Does it feel good?"

"Uhh..." Sephiroth was at a loss, he hadn't expected his son to be asking him about the details. "Shouldn't we save this for another time? Let's say, in about four or five years from now?"

"Why? We're already here. Why should we have another awkward discussion later when we're already on the topic now? And besides, there's no better person to teach me than you, Dad. You're my father and seem to be an expert with this kind of thing." He pointed to a picture of their family that sat on the end of the desk...a big family with many children.

Alas, his child was right; the boy was a genius. Sephiroth's chest suddenly swelled with pride. Puffed up with his own inflated ego, Sephiroth cleared his throat. "Yes, Seraphim, it feels very good."

"For real?" Seraphim was in awe. "Okay, so what about my explosion? Do women have those too?"

"Yes, actually they do, but it's a bit different. Women have to build up to it just like men do, but it takes longer and they have to receive just the right stimulation for it to happen. You'll know when she's starting to build up to it, so whatever it is you're doing to her do not stop it; if you break the friction, you'll leave her wanting and unsatisfied." He paused and sighed deeply. "Boy...may God help you if you do..."

"I assume Mom has made you pay for that."

"Dearly."

"Okay, so I've got another question."

"Shoot." Sephiroth was ready for whatever he could throw at him at this point.

"Right...so what's the deal with boobs?"

Sephiroth didn't think he'd make it out alive.

Demetria's Suitors

One day as Sephiroth was sitting quietly observing the mountains, 15-year-old Demetria came up with a nerdy looking boy.

"Daddy, this is my boyfriend, Billy."

Sephiroth looked the boy up and down. He towered over the short, meek young man, who cringed beneath his gaze.

"Nice to meet you." Sephiroth extended his hand. But even when he was trying to be polite, Sephiroth was still terrifying.

Billy shit himself.

Sephiroth was not amused.

A few weeks later...

"Daddy! Billy broke up with me!"

Sephiroth slept well that night.

One day as Sephiroth was reading a book, 20-year-old Demetria came up with a good-looking, clean-cut young man.

"Daddy, this is my boyfriend, Johnny."

Sephiroth looked the boy up and down. He towered over the shorter, quiet young man, who smiled politely at him.

"Nice to meet you." Sephiroth extended his hand.

"Pleasure's all my mine." Johnny shook his hand.

Sephiroth was more impressed with this one than the last.

"So, Johnny, how about a drink?"

"A soft drink, please, I don't want to be intoxicated on the way home."

Sephiroth respected the young man's seemingly responsible nature.

After preparing a mixed drink for himself and a soda for Johnny, they adjourned outside to the garden for some fresh air. Their conversation was pleasant and Sephiroth was becoming increasingly impressed with his little princess's choice...Until a bee buzzed by.

Johnny flipped out.

Sephiroth was not amused.

A few months later...

"Daddy! Johnny broke up with me!"

Sephiroth slept well that night.

One day as Sephiroth was polishing his sword, 25-year-old Demetria came up with a scruffy and rugged, yet handsome man.

"Daddy this is my boyfriend, Devon."

Sephiroth eyed the man up and down. He stood at eye level with the young man, who didn't falter under his gaze.

Devon extended his hand first, "It's an honor to finally meet you, Sir."

"Pleasure's all mine, Devon." Sephiroth shook his hand, impressed already. "Can I offer you something to drink?"

"I'd appreciate it." He glanced down at Masamune. "That's a beautiful blade, Sir. I've seen none other so elegant." And he was very eloquent.

"Thank you, that sword has served me well. It actually belongs to my son now, I'm only cleaning it for him."

The trio went out to the gazebo to enjoy the warm summer morning.

The conversation was mundane, though pleasant. Until Devon saw a snake slither up onto the floor near Demetria's leg. It probably wasn't venomous, but he wasn't about to take that chance.

He killed it without batting an eyelash.

Sephiroth was speechless.

A year later...

"Daddy, Devon..."

"Did he break up with you?"

"No...He asked me to marry him!"

Sephiroth slept well that night.

So yeah, that's what happens when I get bored, LOL's. I've probably got more ideas, but I'll just leave it at this. XD