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When I tell you I'm frothing at the mouth. I adore your writing so much, you are so damn talented I am feral

If I may (and feel free to ignore me if the inspo doesn't hit) can I request possessive Sephiroth pussy slapping his beloved and fucking them stupid and cock drunk 👉👈

- (just gonna slap a snake here if that's okay)🐍

Hi Anon! Thank you for the kind words, I really appreciate that you like my writing so much. The inspiration did hit and I did my best with the prompts you gave me, I hope you enjoy~

cw. smut, penetrative sex, pussy slapping, creampie, squirting, female reader

A warm purr stirred in Sephiroth’s chest, his voice dripping from his parted lips like cloying sweet honey. The sound made you squirm beneath him, breath catching in your throat as a pleasant tingle rippled down your spine and pooled into the pit of your stomach. Your kiss swollen lips parted as you took a shuddering breath, struggling to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to form a coherent sentence. 

"Sephi-"

Your words were cut off by a loud shriek and a wet, resounding slap that cut the stuffy air of your bedroom. A loud whine tore from your bruised lips, soused lashes fluttering over your burning cheeks as your lover landed a swift strike on your wet and pulsing cunt. Your dripping pussy fluttered around his dizzyingly thick girth, swallowing filthily around his swollen cock as beads of arousal dripped from your quaking thighs. Another warm sound stirred in Sephiroth’s throat as he bumped his hips into yours, your creamy folds parting around the prod of his cock as your plush insides turned to mush around the shape of him. The tips of your ears burned red hot as you sputtered, incoherent babbles laying heavy on your tongue as he lazily swatted your pussy again, the palm of his hand landing a direct hit on the sensitive, slick pearl of your clit. 

"Hmm, did you say something?" Sephiroth asked, his voice barely above a husky whisper.

You shook your head, knotting your fingers into the sweat soaked sheets beneath you as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. You stuffed your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling the pathetic whimper that tried to crawl out of the back of your throat as you swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue. You idly chewed on the peeling skin clinging to the corners of your mouth as Sephiroth’s long fingers played with the silky folds of your pussy, spreading the puffy lips apart as your arousal webbed between his digits like the soft dewdrops at dawn. A ghost of a smile tilted his lips as you struggled beneath him, pleasantly helpless to the onslaught of bliss that was wrought upon your sumptuous body. Your soft tits bounced with every breath you took, the pink tips of your nipples pebbling with arousal as you canted your hips forward, determined to meet each slow thrust that threatened to tear your body asunder. Wisps of silver hair curled around your stomach as Sephiroth leaned forward, nudging his cock a little deeper into the tight hug of your pussy and carving a path that made stars swirl in your vision. 

Your nails raked across the bed sheets, threatening to tear holes in the fabric as long locks of silver spilled over your shoulders like the soft cascade of a waterfall. You could feel Sephiroth moving intimately beneath your skin, a soft bump forming in your belly as the hot knot inside of you twisted unbearably tight. You inhaled sharply, body trembling and back arching as Sephiroth’s fingers curled around your chin, tipping your head in his direction until you could feel his warm breath puffing against your searing skin. You stared in his ethereal gaze with dazed eyes, your head stuffed full with cotton and heart thundering in your ears as his lips drew so tantalisingly close that you could almost taste him in the back of throat with each wavering breath of his scent that curled in your lungs. He swiped his thumb over your trembling bottom lip, forcing you to release it from the pinch of your teeth as drool started to drip from your mouth. 

"Louder, little dove" Sephiroth said. "I wish to hear you. Let me know who you belong to."

He raised his hand and landed another lazy slap to your sopping pussy. You whined loudly as the palm of his hand made contact with the tightly packed bundle of nerves sitting pretty at the top of your pussy, the bud flushing to life as your swollen cunt clenched around him. He held your head firm when it tried to roll back, fingers squished into your round cheeks as hot pants stemmed from your lips and you continued to whine from his tortuous touch. The pace of his hips only increased a fraction, still slow enough to make your insides burn and make your toes flex and curl hard into the soles of your feet. Your eyelids grew heavy as you struggled to stay focused, mind melting out of your ears as you felt the head of his fat cock kissing your cervix with every firm push of his hips. Another whine fell from your spit-soaked lips and Sephiroth slapped your pussy harder, your clit tingling with numbness as you grew closer and closer to the edge. 

You moaned his name with a heady slur and you felt so drunk on his cock you could swear you were feeling of sense of sentience start to leave you as he kept your eyes locked in a trance. You couldn’t look away no matter how hard you try as he intimately ripped you apart at the seams, otherworldly eyes threatening to devour you whole as they burned like the coals of a furnace. The soft insides of your thighs were sticky with beads of arousal as they slipped down your legs, your pussy pulsing as your voice stung in your throat. 

"That’s it, that’s my good girl" Sephiroth crooned, the edges of his voice laced with just a hint of condescension at the poor helpless creature that was making a mess under him. 

Your feet dug into the beautiful dip of his back as he rutted his hips, your body trembling along with the violent shake of the bed frame as you teetered just on the edge. Your blood was boiling in your veins as Sephiroth landed one last harsh slap on your puffy pussy, fireworks sparking in your stomach as your world exploded around you. The hot coil in your stomach shattered, bursting forth into white hot euphoria that flooded your veins with relief. Your plush walls squeezed around Sephiroth's cock so tight it felt like you were trying to strangle him, slippery walls struggling as your slick juices squirt from your core. He groaned as thin threads of translucent fluid dripped down his abdomen and strong thighs, hips stuttering as he buried the head of his cock against the opening of your womb. Your clit kicked weakly against the heel of his warm palm, your orgasm still sinking its sharp teeth in you as he began to unravel. Thick ropes of white painted your insides, his viscous seed filling your soft belly with each pump of his hips, cock pulsing and twitching as your greedy pussy continued to squeeze around him until you were stuffed with his creamy load.

"Good girl" Sephiroth praised once more, trailing butterfly kisses along your jaw as he lazily bumped his hips into yours.

You sighed in content beneath him as his cock continued to gently bully your soft spot, hands tangling in his soft locks of hair as he caught your lips in a searing kiss. He swallowed your hungry cries as he pried open the seam of your lips, sucking on your tongue and lapping at your saliva as pearls of his orgasm slipped down your thighs in thick rivulets. The tips of his fingers tingled as they toyed with your messy cunt, prodding at the spot where your bodies were joined in fervid rapture as his cock continued to twitch inside your soused walls. The way you squirmed beneath him indicated your desire for more, his lips twitching into a smile as you nibbled on the bruised skin of his lips.

"Hmm, still flowing like a river" he said between sloppy, unrefined kisses. "Does my pretty girl still want more of my cock? How greedy."

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Sephiroth taking care of his partner that suffers with migraines

He would make the room dark and get you a glass of hot water.

Cooing at you because he knows you hate drinking it but he knows it helps you

Holding you against his chest because he knows his heartbeat helps you calm down so he hopes it will help the pain in your head too.

Keeps a wet towel on your neck.

He would read to you softly hoping it would help you sleep.

Would Make a light dinner for when you wake up.

Holds your hair back if you vomit.

He Makes sure he always has painkillers on him or your prescribed medication

Would call in sick for you.

if you work at Shinra everyone is okay with it because what are they gonna do? Argue with the general??.

If you don’t work for Shinra and your boss demands you come in he would threaten them.

“They have a splitting headache and unless you want one too I suggest you reconsider”.

You feel your heart skip a beat when you hear that but your head hurts to much to even think about the implications.

Needless to say you get the day off and he forces you to rest.

Lots of kisses and cuddles.

Would buy you anything you need even if you argue.

“My treasure, I want to take care of you and if your worried that I buy you to much, how about when you feel better you can treat me to dinner”

He winks and you feel your head grow warmer.

All and all just a loving partner that wants you to feel better.

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I dunno, just a funny little scenario that played out in my mind though I couldn’t translate it to words very well. It’s written so I’ll post it. I really like the idea of Sephiroth being the sweetest Yandere in the world. Like yea a little property destruction and harm to others, but he’d never hurt you. He just loves you so so so much, poor baby gets overloaded with emotions.

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You roll over, tucking yourself into the blanket, letting out a long sigh. “Get out.” You say almost a little too sweetly. It’s hard to hold your composure after he’s completely ravished your body.

“Really?” He questions, walking around to the other side of the bed to make eye contact with you. “You can’t possibly still be upset, I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

Pouting. Of course he’s fucking pouting, gods you could just go back to riding that pretty face of his. But fuck this is exactly how you ended up in this situation. 20+ missed calls and lord knows how many texts confessing love, anger, plus death threats for whomever you’re with next.

If we’re being honest, you absolutely love that THE Sephiroth is obsessed with you. That Sephiroth is in love with you at all is amazing to you because you love him but-Did you expect him to be a stalker? No. Did you expect 12am arguments because he’s suspicious of other men(insecure but he won’t own it this early)? Nope. Did you expect him to bust in and almost ruin you and Tseng’s mission because he’s sure Tseng has feelings for you? Absolutely fucking not. This man even accused Angeal of looking at you the “wrong” way. He’s never looked your way again.

“Don’t ignore me y/n.”

Pulling yourself back to the conversation at hand you finally look Sephiroth in his eyes. “You know you’re an absolute loose cannon right? A ticking time bomb really.” You say, narrowing your eyes at him. “You kicked down my front door, yes I want you out.”

Making his way into bed regardless of your weak attempts of pushing him back and your even weaker portrayal of being mad at him cause him to chuckle. Sephiroth wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close and peppering you in kisses. “Y/N, my love, you should’ve taken that into consideration before you fucked me. Besides, you know I’m not going anywhere. You’re supposed to show me what forever truly means.”

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i saw a post while scrolling down your profile and i came up with a req of sleepy sex with seph whos just a super exhausted husband who wants to spend time with his wife but doesn't have the energy to go all out

eeee anon!!! i love this request - i am but a puddle against this man🥺🩷 husband!seph my beloved<3 i hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting this! my heart was all warm writing this🥰💕

sephiroth x fem!reader | 3.3k + words

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, pre nibelheim seph, soft n sweet, size kink if you squint (i will repeat this man is huge), cream pie

slow and heavy, your eyes blink and through your bleary vision the animated movie about the baby chocobo who ran away from home that you had started about an hour ago continues to play quietly on the television screen. you can hear their small voice, make out the tuft of pale yellow feathers at the top of their head but don’t register what’s being said or what they're doing. 

your thumb fiddles with the band around your finger, the motion trying to keep you awake for just a little longer in hopes you’d be able to wait for your husband to get home. it’s late, with the moon high above your shared apartment on the top floor of the building and the quiet streets below set in the glow of the streetlights that emanate the color of the mako that powers them. 

the world was in a similar state when sephiroth had left early this morning and you suppose you were too. though instead of being tucked into bed that clung with his warmth, wiggling more and more onto his side until you could bury your face in his pillow, you were now laying on the couch in a half comfortable position with a soft blanket wrapped around you. it also happened to smell like him.

blinking again, or what you thought was you blinking, you’re surprised when your eyes open and in the dim light the only thing you see is the familiar dark leather of sephiroths coat against his pale skin, so very close you could reach your hand out to touch him with little effort, could feel his warmth. the apartment is quiet, like you had slept through the rest of the movie even though it feels like only a minute has passed since you closed your eyes.

“welcome home,” you coo, your voice clinging with sleep and happiness.

“i didn’t mean to wake you,” he replies quietly, caring. tired.

“you didn’t,” your assurance is sweet as you stretch out your arms towards him. even kneeling he’s so much larger than you and you have to sit up a bit to wrap your arms around his neck properly, wanting to hold onto him and not the armor he still adorned. he must have just walked through the door. you smile when you look up to meet his shimmering eyes, loving how tenderly they look back at you but there’s no ignoring the dark circles under them either.

bringing him into your embrace, needing no strength or words to do so, large arms envelope around you. he smells like leather and sweat and the flora of his shampoo, an intoxicating combination that has you snuggling closer, shamelessly taking in a deep breath. only a moment passes before he pulls you from the blanket, effortlessly lifting your body and so easily you follow, wrapping your legs around his waist as he stands and starts to make his way to the bedroom. dressed only in one of sephiroths old tshirts and your panties, in the cool air your bare legs break out in goosebumps and you cling to him harder, soaking in his natural heat.

sephiroths hold on your thighs grows tighter. 

“were you waiting for me?” he asks, murmuring softly against the side of your head where his lips place a long kiss but there's a teasing lilt to his tone that makes your heart flutter wildly.

“of course i was, i wanted to see you. didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you mumble the last part, feeling your heart contract.

perfect pink lips still pressed to the side of your head, he hums in contentment at your words. what had he done to deserve you? “i’m sorry to keep you waiting.”

shaking your head, you hug him tighter, nuzzling the tip of your nose into his soft skin. “it’s okay seph. i’ll always wait for you.”

so often you have left him speechless, longing to never let you leave his embrace. he felt the same when he came through the door and spotted your figure curled up on the couch. his little love, so adorable and even more thoughtful in a way he wasn’t sure he’d ever be used to. 

in sephiroths long strides the walk to the bedroom isn’t long but he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet and instead of placing you on your side of the bed and leave you curled up under the blankets to get ready to join you, he sits at the edge of it and rests your legs comfortably on either side of his muscular thighs. perhaps he should have shed his armor before he came over to you on the couch but upon seeing you there, his feet immediately brought him to your side. all he wanted after every day, long or not, though lately they had been constantly long, was to end it with you in his arms.

shifting your weight on his legs, you move your arms from around his neck, letting your fingers roam from the column of the throat, over his exposed collar bone and to his shoulder. he sighs under your touch and you can feel his eyes on your face but your own can’t be torn from the rise and fall of his chest and the milky soft skin you want to kiss over and over again. 

your hands are gentle and delicate as you pull at the straps that keep his pauldrons secured to his jacket and you have to grip each one with both hands as you lift them off his shoulders, forgetting how heavy they actually are. he helps you shrug them off of him and place them at the ground near his feet, one after the other, and as you undo the clasps of his belts, he sheds his gloves and spreads his large hands over the span of the top of your thighs.

he feels lighter, in so many ways and all of which lead back to you; your love, your soft touch, your tender flesh under his hands that were never meant for anything but to be a weapon, a tool, and yet to you they’re nothing of the sort. home, you had once called them so fondly. you had always trusted him to touch you with gentleness he once believed he was not capable of.

“i missed you,” your voice, barely above a whisper, breaks the silence in the room as you undo his jacket, moving onto the suspenders of his soldier uniform that cross his chest. you work on unbuttoning them and look up at him, feeling your body flush with heat under the glow of his mako eyes in the moonlit room and the pulse of his thin pupils that blow wide and return to their normal thin slits at the locking of your gazes.

the warmth of his left palm leaves your leg and his large hand cradles the back of your skull, bringing you to his lips. tips of silver locks tickle your cheeks, act as a sheer curtain of starlight and it is all you can see against the sparkle of the lifestream in his beautiful eyes. “i’ve missed you too darling,” he says lowly, his words spoken on your lips before capturing you in a deep, breath stealing kiss that has you clinging to his chest for purchase and his right hand traveling from your thigh, over the hem of your panties and under your shirt to your lower back to press you against him.

years of training, experiments, mako, have made his body hard, every inch of him defined in thick cords of muscle and scars that you’ve counted and mapped out like constellations and loved endlessly but there’s a distinct press between your legs and with each kiss you share, it only grows harder, more evident and you can’t stop yourself from wiggling your hips to feel more of him.

sephiroth groans against your lips, his fingers flexing and pulling you further into him until there’s nothing that could slip between your two bodies. a languid roll of his hips has you gasping into the kiss and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, exploring your mouth and bucking his hips at the touch of your tongue against his, so sweet and needy.

you don’t know how long you stay like that, on the edge of breathlessness and pleasure that wasn’t enough and was all you need at the same time but suddenly your world is turning and your body becomes caged between the plush sheets and your husband's firm body. the hand on your back moves to keep him hovering above you, so as not to crush you with his full weight, and your thighs spread instinctively. through your panties his thick clothed cock rubs against your clit, making you gasp.

at the breaking of your lips, you take in cool air that does nothing to quell the heat building inside of you, especially when his own finds your neck and begins to kiss the span of your throat, the tip of his tongue licking along your pulse point, tasting your skin without hurry. but you can’t help the worry building inside of you either. he must be so exhausted. you saw it in his eyes, felt it on his skin and your own longing was a reminder of how much he had been working of late.

“seph- wait.”

he pulls away from your neck to look into your eyes, stopping the soft rutting of his hips. worry flashes through his eyes as he looks down at you, his breath heavy and hot in the little air that surrounds you.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you’re quick to assure him, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. he leans into your touch, long dark lashes fluttering closed. “i just - aren’t you tired? we don’t have to ton-”

your words are cut off by sephiroth bringing a hand over one of your own, holding it there as he kisses your palm and speaks against your skin. “i’m okay. i want you,” another kiss to your palm. “i need you.” as if to emphasize his point, he rolls his hips again, letting you feel just how hard he is for you. “can i have you angel?”

“please.” you all but whimper as you arch into him and your free hand on his face sinks into his silver locks, soft and silky between your fingers. he always asked but he never needed to. “i’m yours seph.” yours for the taking. yours to love. yours for eternity, in every life, in every universe.

“you’re mine,” he says, leaning down to kiss your lips softly while keeping your palm pressed to his cheek. “and i’m yours,” he murmurs against your lips before he’s completely too far away from you, now standing at the edge of the bed while you lay enveloped completely in it.

you can feel your heart pounding in your chest and how it reverberates throughout the rest of your body. you can hear it in your ears, heating you from head to toe, feel its pulse through your throbbing cunt as you watch sephiroth shed the rest of his clothes, starting with his jacket. 

he has always adored calling you angel but you were constantly reminded of his ethereal beauty and were convinced, truly and totally, that he was the actual angel here. or so much more than that, you thought as you watched long and thick fingers against pale skin and dark cloth, pulling down his pants and underwear in the same movement, lifting over the unbelievable length of his cock before sliding down his thighs and hitting the ground with a dull thud.

yes, so much more. your breath caught at the sight of your husband in the moonlight, his flushed mushroom tip leaking on his abdomen, every dip and curve of muscle and inch of skin you know is soft to the touch despite how marred it is from years of war and battle. cat-like eyes that shine and swirl with devouring, all consuming, love and devotion. a god among men but with the way he worshiped you, you were always his equal, regardless of whether you believed it yourself.

even in his much larger grasps his cock looks big and your mouth waters at the remembrance of the weight of it on your tongue as he pumps it slowly once, twice, with heaving breaths as he crawls back over to you. 

truthfully, he is as exhausted as you worry he is. he knows he is but this time apart from you has taken more of a toll on him than the tiredness could. all he wants is to be with you, his precious wife, and now you are finally underneath him, pliant and sweet and needing him just as much as he does you. nothing could keep him from you.

you lift your hips to help him slide your panties down your legs, the wetness of them trailing along your skin and deliciously evident to sephiroth in the dim light.

“so wet for me,” he purrs and sucks in a sharp breath as he taps your clit with his cock head again and again, a wet, lewd, noise filling the air. 

your essence is slick and drooling down his length, onto his hand at the base of his cock the more he slides it along your slit until it catches at your entrance and he sinks into your tight hole just a little more. he nearly collapses on top of you, the last of his weight held up by his forearm near your head and is joined by his other that cradles your cheek and brings you to his lips once more.

he takes his time sheathing fully himself inside your velvety walls, swallowing each of your whimpers and murmurs of his name the deeper he delves into you with each roll of his hips and the pleasurable ache between your legs from the stretch makes your body burst with the flames he controls so well.

the way sephiroth sighs your name as he stills inside of you, now completely enveloped by you and letting his forehead rest on yours, is like the most beautiful and sinful melody. one that stirs you to your core and makes you cling to him like you needed reassurance he was really there. your fingers sink into the soft flesh of his back and the strands of hair that spill over his frame and shoulders, your legs squeezing around his hips so he might not slip from your grasp.

when he finally starts to move, his thrusts are slow and deep, barely pulling out of you before he’s reaching deeper than before, the thick vein on the underside of his cock rubbing and throbbing against your walls. you’re so full of him, in every way you can possibly think of. every thought is only of him, each breath heady with his scent, everywhere your bodies touch pressing you further into the plush mattress and keeping you right underneath him, right where he needs you, where you don’t know where he ends and you begin.

you’re so tight around him, taking him perfectly, and moaning his name with a particularly deep roll of his hips that has him thinking he won't last much longer. you could bring him to his knees with your smile alone but like this..

“oh, seph~”

“say my name again,” his voice is low and husky with desire and laced with tiredness but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t want to stop. he needs to be as close to you as possible.

you do, over and over at the drugging feeling of him making love to you, filling you like you were made for each other, like the missing piece of your soul you couldn’t go without. you can feel the tautness of his muscles when he’s so very deep and your walls squeeze around him in white hot pleasure, pulling him in deeper, begging for more. 

“seph.. mmm.. please -  sephiroth!!”

you gasp his name as he grabs ahold of your leg and brings it up to his chest, still thrusting in and out of you as he easily maneuvers you so you’re laying on your side and without sliding out of you, he takes the place behind you, pressing your back against his chest with the hand that snakes underneath you and presses on the space below your breasts underneath your shirt.

he gingerly guides your leg back down, soaking in the feeling of your soft skin under his palm and this new angle with you in his embrace. his pace remains unhurried and overwhelming at the same time; you whine each time he pulls his hips back, feeling unbearably empty despite how much just his tip splits you open, and cling to his arms around you desperately, mewling and writhing in his hold when he pushes back into you slowly and fluidly, hitting that perfect spot inside of you that has you burning and trembling. 

“look at you.. my beautiful darling.. i love you,” his voice is hot and heavy in your ear, a seductive purr that breaks the hold on the tightness below your belly. a rare curse leaves his lips, “fuck - you always take me so well.” his hold on you tightens, keeping you in place as his thrusts become less paced and more desperate, not able to retract from your heat, but bringing you down on his cock more and more.

your voice cracks around his name on your tongue, your pretty pussy fluttering around his length and he stills inside of you to feel every last squeeze as you milk him for all he’s worth.  

“just like that angel, take me..” 

you’re still throbbing around him, his release plentiful and sticky, unable to be kept all inside of your cunt with you so full of his cock but he doesn’t seem to mind the messiness between your legs and keeps you held close even after you’ve both come down from your highs. 

nuzzling his nose into your hair, you feel his weight sag against you and the expanding of his chest with the deep inhale he takes that’s wafting with sex and your sweet scent and that melts the remnants of his strength, what little of it had been getting him through these last few days. none of it mattered anymore now that he was home with you. 

“seph?” you ask, feeling his breath fall into a steadiness that reminds you of when he’s sleeping in your arms without a worry.

“mm?”

“let me clean us up,” you offer, wanting to take care of him, though he hadn’t had you ever do so before. cleaning you up after was a duty and privilege he took very seriously, as if he needed to care for you in that way.

you try to wiggle from his hold, shivering at the over stimulating movement of his half hard cock still sheathed in your cunt, but he doesn’t budge and you aren’t strong enough to escape, even if you were to give it an honest effort.

“stay like this with me for a little longer,” his voice sounds so full of sleep and boyish. it makes your heart stutter and your cheeks warm.

you can’t deny him. you don’t think you’d ever be able to. so you give in to your own tiredness, fitting perfectly in the curled up space of his chest and thighs when you snuggle closer, letting the weight of him surrounding you, inside of you, drift you into sweet and steamy dreams featuring your soldier.

when you wake, moonlight still fills the room but the mess between your legs is gone, the sheets are clean and your husband holds you so impossible close, the warm metal of his wedding band clinking against your own as you lace your fingers together and fall back asleep to the sound of his steady heart in your ears.

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Ever Crisis's intriguing development could have far-reaching consequences for the Remake's finale. With it, the circulating theory about Sephiroth assuming a new role just got a boost.

I had suspicions that Ever Crisis was being clever with its storytelling. This was the first scene that caught my attention.

Glenn's team briefly touches upon how secrets as well as childhood memories end up in the Lifestream. The focus on Sephiroth's adolescence in the title makes this detail quite telling.

In later chapters, Sephiroth's cherished necklace, holding a picture of his mother, is also cast into the Lifestream. In a possibly related context, Lifestream Black indicates that OG Jenovaroth discarded his human memories, including those of childhood and friends, to retain independence in the Lifestream and prevent assimilation by the Planet. By discarding these additional memories and linking himself to Cloud, he furthered his agenda in Advent Children. These memories also make their way into the Lifestream.

Previously, the relationship between these tidbits and EoC!Sephiroth was speculative.

Players have observed stark contrast in Sephiroth at the Edge of Creation: his livelier expressions and defensive fighting style against Cloud, reminiscent of past battles with Angeal and Genesis in the VR simulator. Notably, the distinction in pronoun usage was emphasized: masculine 'ore' instead of Jenovaroth's gender-neutral 'watashi,' reflecting the symbiotic relationship between post-Nibelheim Sephiroth's body and Jenova cells that Jenovaroth fixes his lower body with. Drawing from these observations, some fans have theorized that EoC!Sephiroth showed a stronger connection to his human side. With Ever Crisis' latest chapter, that inference is no longer theoretical. Sephiroth at the Edge of Creation mysteriously possesses human memories.

Now, Edge of Creation can be thought of as a smaller-scale pocket dimension, akin to Destiny's Crossroads. Fascinatingly enough, its emergence is accompanied by colorful glow effects, not too unlike the effects of branching universes introduced in FFVII Rebirth.

It appears to be stranded between two universes, as represented by the two separate nebulae in the backdrop. According to developers (courtesy to aitaikimochi translated Ultimania bits), one of them alludes to Sephiroth's winged appearance and was intended to evoke imagery of his menacing presence. I can only imagine it referred to his Safer Sephiroth form.

The red one, on the other hand, displays some parallels to Jenova's monstrous appearance (courtesy to u/nzivvo pointing that out). Thus, EoC! Sephiroth is stuck between “Sephiroth's menacing presence” and “Jenova” figuratively.

And yet, EoC!Sephiroth indicates a desire NOT to vanish/end [presumably as a result of worlds merging?]. As he does so, he glances at "Sephiroth's menacing presence" nebula

So who is EoC!Sephiroth? Various interpretations align with the newly introduced lore. It could be Sephiroth who regained his human senses sometime down the line — a singularity-like dimension appears to exist beyond time-space and is connected to all points in time, just like Destiny's Crossroads. It could be a fragment of his spirit—his human memories, hopes and dreams creating an 'alternate world' within the Lifestream. It could be Sephiroth from some other “world”—perhaps, a timeline where he never went insane and never took a dive at Nibelheim. At any rate, he seems to be trapped in that bubble dimension, which is also destined to disappear [become part of another world] one day, a fate he seemingly opposes. Interestingly, in Aerith's "dream world," it is revealed that she was hiding in one of the worlds that was purportedly "ending" or "embracing its fate [to be merged/vanish]”.

Such circumstances share uncanny similarity to the ones EoC!Sephiroth is facing. Therefore, it's possible that EoC! Sephiroth isn't sealed/trapped by external force per se, but is concealing his presence. For what purpose? That remains to be seen. Peculiarly, FFVII Remake Ultimania provides different entries for Sephiroth we encounter at the end of Midgar’s highway and Sephiroth we talk to at the Edge of Creation.

Moving on. From a storytelling standpoint, it's deliberate that at the Edge of Creation he contemplates his journey to becoming who he is, what values he held and at what cost. His monologue about the cycle of hatred is particularly memorable.

Not only does the scene emphasize his caution when it comes to violence that he ostensibly came to develop after being part of Glenn's team, but also his lack of enthusiasm for it. Notably, he offers the enemy soldiers to stand down, not resorting to combat from the get-go. The monologue further conveys the desire to end the cycle of hatred.

So maybe asking Cloud to lend him strength wasn't a ploy or a trick after all, if EoC!Sephiroth is a being entirely distinct from Jenovaroth, one that remembers that once upon a time he strove to end the cycle of hatred and vengeance.

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Hiii guys guess what? I made a Sephiroth x Reader reeeheeheehee don't we love that

Contents:

Sane Sephiroth (idc idc I need it)

Kissing hee hee!!

A LITTLE bit of angst?

Cuddling, because I just want to hold him tbh

This is also on ao3 but idk how to hyperlink so it's also here under the cut 👇 ok goodnight

Human (Sephiroth x GN Reader)

Sephiroth was strong, there was no question about that. The world revered him as the legendary warrior he was, a title he had rightfully earned as his name became synonymous with power. He was cold and merciless in nature, and swift and accurate in combat. Talk of him among SOLDIER often consisted of speculation that he was not even human, but rather an indestructible weapon specially created for war. At least, that was what the lower class SOLDIERs claimed; the ones who looked up to him and watched in awe as he trained day in and day out. As his close friend, however, you recognized him as a human, and humans are not indestructible.

It was normal for Sephiroth to spend most of his days training alone or with others, or hidden away when Shinra demanded his time. Still, he rarely appeared worn out. He always maintained his polished image and calculated persona. As a SOLDIER you found yourself impressed with him, admiring his consistent strength and elegance. Yet, with the privilege of your friendship, you were more aware than others of the slightest changes in his appearance and behaviors. Those keen observations had made you aware lately of how dark circles had begun to slowly appear under Sephiroth's piercing eyes.

Today you were with him to help him spar, per his request. He bested you each round, as you expected, but you had been at an even greater disadvantage since you were focused on those subtle dark circles. You knew how well Sephiroth cared for himself, so it was jarring to notice this imperfection. It was unlike him.

"You look... damn... a bit tired lately," you huffed out when you became winded after a while of sparring. Sephiroth sighed as he lowered his sword.

"I have been facing trouble sleeping at my usual hours, but I am fine nonetheless. Do you need a moment?"

"Yeah, just... just a minute."

The two of you put up your weapons and took a seat at one of the benches there. You spent a few moments catching your breath while Sephiroth sat beside you, arms crossed over his broad chest and leg crossed over the other as he waited. Your eyes squinted as you looked over him for a drop of sweat. It was slightly annoying how he never seemed even the tiniest bit exhausted after fighting, you always thought to yourself.

"So, has there been anything that is keeping you from sleeping?"

Sephiroth shook his head and clicked his tongue. "You're still focused on that? I am fine, truly. Worry about yourself. Perhaps if you spent more time on that, you would be a better SOLDIER."

"You're good enough for the both of us," you grumbled at his teasing. "Is there something coming up? It just seems like you've been training harder than usual recently."

"In three weeks, I will be leading a mission to Nibelheim to inspect a Mako reactor. It will be the first big mission for one of our newest First-Class SOLDIERs, so I must be prepared for anything that could go wrong."

"Nibelheim... that's a long journey. Aren't you worried you won't function well if you're not getting enough rest?"

Sephiroth paused before responding. "I'm more than capable of functioning under less-than-adequate circumstances. You shouldn't worry yourself over my being."

Sephiroth continued his vigorous training over the next few weeks, leaving little time for anything else aside when the Shinra scientists called for him. You could swear that his dark circles were growing more prominent by the day. At times, there were odd hours of the night that you strolled down the halls of Shinra, and for many of those you saw Sephiroth back in the training room. His energy seemed different during these nights; the way he moved was more ferocious, as if his body was overflowing with anger. Intimidated chills would run through your spine just watching as he sliced through simulated targets. It made you wonder what kinds of thoughts went through his mind, and why he was not sleeping as he normally would at that hour. You never lingered around long enough to express your concern to him however, finding it best to leave him alone.

The concern eventually grew into worry when one day Sephiroth had met with you for another sparring session. As collected as he always presented himself to be, today his mind seemed to be lost somewhere beyond consciousness. His words were short and he broke eye contact uncharistically early. Even his movements dragged a bit as he prepared himself to train with you, lacking his typical sophistication. You also did not fail to notice how his blinks had become slow and drawn out, like his eyelids had to fight to open.

There was something else upon further inspection. Was that puffiness around his eyes?

"Are you ready now?" You were broken out of your study of him when Sephiroth spoke to you, Masamune in hand.

"Hold on, I need to put on my armor."

He nodded as he set aside his weapon and turned away, finding a seat and crossing his arms over his chest. You shook your worry out of your head and attempted to shift your attention to equipping your gear. However, you kept looking back at Sephiroth and observing him quietly sitting, head looking down. Something about how quiet he was struck you as odd though. It was not until a minute had passed of him being still that you decided to walk over and check on him. Perhaps he was just being patient and enjoying the moment of relaxation, you thought.

You soon realized that was not the case, however, as Sephiroth made no sign of acknowledgement the closer you came towards him. He was always acutely aware of his surroundings, even off the battlefield. As you stepped in front of him, eyes on his slightly hung head, you noticed his shut eyes and lips that were parted just enough to release delicate breaths. His whole body, miraculously upright, swayed steadily in time with his breathing. You hesitated in place, unsure of what to do. Your gaze fixated on how sweetly his long eyelashes rested on his cheeks, begging you not to disturb him. Even relentless warriors were not impervious; Sephiroth, too, was a human who needed his rest. But the logic in you argued the consequences of leaving him, and so with bated breath you reached out and softly touched his shoulder.

"Sephiroth?" you said in a hushed voice, too quiet for untrained ears. You watched Sephiroth's body jolt in surprise, but as quick as he awoke he had composed himself as if to play off that he dozed at all.

"Have you prepared?" he asked as he rose from his seat, wasting no moment to address his dozing, and walked past you. You turned back and watched him, your eyebrows furrowed with concern.

As he reached out to retrieve his weapon, you stopped him with a hand over his arm.

"Seph."

Sephiroth stood in place, stilled by the rare shortening of his name, unmoving his arm from your grasp and eyes trailing away to an unknown plane. You studied his face for any signs of opposition to your interjection, and upon finding none you gently began to pull him.

To your amazement and relief, Sephiroth made no attempt to resist and allowed you to pull him out of the training room. The way was silent as you lead him through corridors and to his quarters, passing by the occasional SOLDIER. As soon as you entered and shut the door, you saw Sephiroth begin to remove his coat and shoulder armor like he had been waiting to. Your face flushed watching his upper body go bare and you averted your eyes out of decency. Although you both have seen each other on several particular nights, it was difficult to not feel sheepish looking at his nude figure when it looked as good as it did.

You heard the tumble of his boots against the floor and the rustling of bed sheets, and when you looked back to Sephiroth he had already crawled into his bedding. He sighed heavily as his head sank into his pillow, bringing one hand up to rub his weary eyes.

Feeling satisfied that he settled down, you readied to leave his room until your eyes landed on the lit lamp atop the nightstand beside his bed. Sparing him from turning it off himself, you walked over and reached to switch it off with a click. Glancing back at him one last time, you then again turned away to leave him to his deserved rest. At least, you attempted to leave.

You were stopped when Sephiroth murmured your name, and within an instant he had grabbed your wrist and pulled you down. The sudden action made you yelp as you lost balance and fell on top of him. With his other hand going to your lower back, you were pulled even lower until Sephiroth connected your lips together. It had transpired so quickly you could only stay shocked in place, but as your hand rested against his chest and his vibrant eyes fluttered shut you too melted into the moment. Soft lips moved languidly against yours and, pressing closer to deepen the kiss, you forgot why you had brought Sephiroth back to his room. You tilt your head and let his tongue greet yours enthusiastically, feeling his fingers dig into your back while you tangled one hand into his silky hair. Even while on edge of sleep, the arrogant bastard still found the energy to reel you in.

After a minute you broke away to catch your breath and gaze at Sephiroth. Despite your mouth now being free, you felt breathless looking down at him. His pale skin had become painted with the faintest shade of blush and his endless silver hair gathered around his head. If angels roamed the Planet, he would be living proof of it. At this close proximity, your skin ached to tenderly feel him and worship his being. You resisted, favoring to await for his next move.

Sephiroth's chest rose and fell slowly beneath you, unaffected by your weight over him. He moved his hand up to kindly touch your cheek, thumb gliding over the skin as you leaned into his palm.

"Stay," Sephiroth muttered. A soft command.

You eyes darted across his face in a daze as one half of your brain, now fogged with thoughts of Sephiroth, fought against the other half that brought him to his room in the first place. "Don't you need to sleep?"

He chuckled. "Don't get too excited. I will. I haven't been able to properly rest for some time now, but I believe having a comforting presence beside me might help change that."

Your heart raced at Sephiroth's request. This was the most vulnerable he was offering himself to be with you, and it made your soul grow warm in a way that paled any passionate moment you two had shared together. You nodded slowly and moved to slide under the blankets and join him. His arms opened, inviting you in, and you nestled yourself into his embrace comfortably. Your cheek pressed against his pectorals as his arms closed around you, securing you against his large frame. Sephiroth relaxed, releasing a sigh, and pressed his face into the top of your head, soft breathes tickling you. You wondered if you might overheat from the combined warmth of the blankets and Sephiroth's body against your clothed flesh. You did not dare move an inch, though.

Exhaustion dragged Sephiroth quickly into a deep slumber, but you remained awake in his arms. The steady beat of his heart in your ears, a reminder of the powerfully graceful man, was too loud for you to even think of drifting away. So you laid there, watching and letting him hold you close, as if you would ward off unseen evils. Funny that Sephiroth would need any protection. Sephiroth: the relentless First-Class who has never bled on the battlefield. He who could be mistaken as something other than human; a personal toy soldier for Shinra to use in their grand game. But he was human. After all...

Those silent tears that graced his sleeping face were the loudest expression of pain you had ever seen.

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your seph fics are multiplying !! time to add more 🎀 (p.s. i love you. you're literally so sweet)

sephiroth, who goes out with f!reader to drink and brings them back to their room very drunk and horny. although he doesn't let anything happen and they interact very sweetly with each other, it's almost funny.

eeee i was blushing and so mushy writing this hghgklhdg thank you so much for requesting and helping me add to my seph fics! i adore you<3

sephiroth x drunk!reader with no pronouns used

warnings: 16+ please, suggestive, tooth rotting fluff, as usual with me pre nibelheim seph

walking through the streets of midgar never failed to draw the attention of many for sephiroth. anywhere he walked there were always eyes on him and even now in late evening, the few citizens that are out can’t help themselves all while they’re pretending not to stare in awe or fear or some mix of the two. but there is only one pair that he cares to pay any mind to and they also seem to be the most intense of the looks cast his way at this moment, the most daring to not break away from the soldiers intimidating aura. 

he feels your eyes on him before he looks down to see you staring intently at his face, as if to study every inch of his sharp features and count every long eyelash, not at all paying attention to the sidewalk in front of you and it makes his arm around you tighten. his eyes meet yours and hold your gaze. your face scrunches in question but he feels you lean a bit more against him and he can’t suppress the smile tugging at his lips as you continue to look at him acutely and adorably.

“is there something on my face?” he asks, his voice soft and laced with a teasing undertone.

you don’t answer his question but instead ask one of your own. “how c’m you don’t look drunk? like - at all.” your serious expression drops with your slurred words. “you and angeal drank soooo much,” you add, bursting into a giggle, like the memory of watching them down drinks with laughs and smiles replays back into your mind. “thought genesis might die tryin’ to keep up.”

“you drank quite a bit yourself,” sephiroth says, though you weren’t wrong about how much he and angeal had but both of them were far from lightweights. truthfully, he isn’t quite sure he’s ever been fully ‘drunk’ but after tonight there is a warm hum that lingers in his spine and spreads to his cheeks and chest. though he could argue you weren’t helping with that aspect either but it's not as though he wants it to end.

“hehe- *hick* i did,” you agree happily, added proof of the nice time you’ve had tonight with sephiroth and his friends and it makes his chest swell. 

your steps begin to slow until you stop entirely right outside your apartment building and he follows easily, keeping right next to you, ready to carry you upstairs if you need it. your normal scent mixed with alcohol permeates in the air between you as you take a wobbly step closer to your boyfriend, barely leaving space for the night air to slip between your rising and falling chests.

he holds onto your waist with both of his large hands, helping keep you upright in your drunken state while your own hands reach for his face, the tips of your fingers brushing along his brow as you move hair from his face, the other caressing his cheek. his entire being softens, his heart skipping a beat at your loving touch and the way you look at him as if he himself was the moon and stars and you were a wanderer basking in the etherealness of a silvery sparkling night sky for the first time. 

“you look as pretty as ever,” your words come out hushed, like maybe you hadn’t meant to voice them but you couldn’t keep them back, not when you felt the truth of it so strongly, drunk or not. he really was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. your curious fingers move towards his lips and you stand on your toes to reach him, your body rocking as you add a bit louder with a suppressed giggle, “‘n very sober.”

sephiroth chuckles and feels the heat in his cheeks spreading to his ears. keeping one hand on your waist with a light squeeze, his free hand wraps around your wrist. the lack of leather between your skin would have been enough to make you smile ear to ear but you’re stunned frozen when he kisses the pads of your fingers, pressing them gently into his lips, and you hardly have the strength to stand at the weakness in your knees but sephiroth holds you steady against him. 

“you, my dear, are far prettier,” he speaks the words against your fingers and your eyes remain locked on him as he kisses your hand again with a flutter of his lashes. “but i am mostly sober.”

“unfair,” you mean to say, though you don’t know how well it comes out when every functioning part of you is either drunk or tingling with the feelings sephiroth stirs inside of you, the kind that’s all consuming and world stopping and has you burying your face in the softness of the button up shirt he’s wearing.

“perhaps it’s a side effect of the mako,” he says in an attempt to satisfy your curiosity though he doesn’t really believe it himself but there wasn’t an explanation for a lot of differences he has compared to others and this was just another. it’s one he’s never been bothered by, especially when it meant he could ensure you were safe while you got to have as much as you’d like.

your feet fall flat to the ground and you push yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his slim waist and resting your cheek on his chest like you’re trying to comfort him. “.. don’ need the mako. you’re perfect jus the way you are.”

sepehiroth holds you for a moment without speaking a word, his lips resting against the crown of your head but after a few seconds pass you can feel him smiling as he whispers into your hair. “is that so?”

squeezing him tighter, you nod with complete certainty, “‘s true.”

suddenly it feels like you’re weightless, as if you’re being carried in the wind and you yelp at the loss of solid ground and the way the world moves and spins but the strong arms at your back and under your legs, the chest you snuggle into, quickly make you feel safe, comfortable. once you have your bearings in his hold, with each long stride sephiroth takes into your apartment building you’re rocking your feet back and forth in glee and kissing the edge of his jaw, the smile you wear searing into his skin and imprinting against his heart.

every ding of the elevator making its way to your floor, every step down the hallway towards your apartment at the end of the hall, has your kissing growing hotter, less chaste and your teeth beginning to nip at his neck. you can feel the flushing of his skin under your lips and it only brings you deeper into the hypnotizing, intoxicating, state you’re currently in, where the only thing on your mind, in your world, is sephiroth. 

like every bit of him and the love you share is coursing through your veins and into your heart and you would perish without it. the way you hold onto him, with how your lips taste every inch of his skin they can reach, it’s as though you’re worried you might have to be without but he wasn’t going anywhere. not without you.

right outside your apartment door, with a squeeze to your thighs, his voice is deep and you feel its rumble in his chest as he speaks low. “little love.” it’s a gentle warning but it doesn’t seem to halt the heat building inside of you and how bold your touches become. they only grow bolder from the moment he steps inside your place and kicks the door closed behind him.

making his way to your room, your unsteady fingers fumble with the first button of his shirt and then the second and your tongue pokes from between your lips to taste the supple skin of his neck, right over his pulse. as addicting and wonderful and loving as your kisses are, he takes in a deep breath to reign in his composure. the breath is so full of your scent it makes him light headed in a way alcohol never could but the lingering smell of the bitter liquid on your lips makes it easy for him to hold onto his calmness despite how determined you are to get your way.

pressing his fingers into your side lightly, your lips break from his neck and you burst into a laugh at the ticklish feeling, giving him the perfect chance to place you in your bed with a gentle plop but you aren’t keen to let go of him and with more strength than he was expecting, you pull him down with you. 

in the tumble of your bodies and your relentless wiggling, you end up on top of him with your hands on his chest and your legs straddling his hips. you rest perfectly over his slightly hard cock and sephiroth watches your eyes darken when you attempt to rock against him but his reflexes are faster than yours, even when you’re sober, and he quickly stops you before you can grind against him. 

you whimper in protest, desperate to feel him, have him, and you try again but he’s yet again faster than you when he captures your wrist in his grasp before you can unbutton more of his shirt. his grip is tender but unrelenting in its hold while his other hand keeps your hips in place, not giving you any chance for the upperhand.

“sephiroth!” you whine, looking down at him as though you might cry, your hands balling into fists and bunching up the fabric of his shirt in your hold.

“not tonight sweetheart,” his words are soothing and kind and to ease you more, his thumb rubs circles into your skin over your shirt and he lets go of your wrist in favor of pulling you down towards his chest with his hand cradling the back of your skull.

you don’t fight him as he takes control and rolls you with slowness until you’re resting in the plush sheets and sephiroths broad frame hovers above you, long silver locks falling beside your head like pools of starlight. your eyes are pleading, glossy for more reason than one, your bottom lip set in a pout he would have given into any sober night.

“but i need you. please-”

he calls your name, his tone serious, leaving no room for discussion or worries but remains so full of care and love that only grows deeper when he leans down, letting his lips brush along your cheeks as he whispers, “when i get to have you, it won’t be when i can’t make love to you properly.” he chooses his words carefully, not wanting you to feel bad for desiring him. that was the very last thing he wanted, next to taking any kind of advantage of you or possibly hurting you. 

“.. ‘m sorry,” your voice shakes rather than slurs like it had most of your walk home, your body filling with shame and anxiousness that makes an extra uncomfortable mix of emotions settling in your stomach along with the alcohol you drank. you try to hold back the tears on your lash line and hide the wobble of you lip by biting down but like sephiroth knew it was coming, he brings a hand up to swipe along the skin below your lip, coaxing you to let it go and the next moment catches the tear that escapes against your drunken will.

“there’s nothing to apologize for angel,” he kisses your cheek, comfortingly pressing a bit of his weight on you and holding your face in his palm. “i need you too. more than you know.” another kiss, this time at the edge of your lips. “will you wait for me?”

the warmth of his breath on your skin, the tickle of his hair and scent of his shampoo, all along with his proximity eases your anxious heart and ceases your tears as quickly as they came. “i’d do anything ‘f you seph.” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tender kiss.

he doesn’t get a chance to tell you how much he would do for you too, that there are no lengths he wouldn’t go for you and your love but no words are needed when his lips tell you it all and more. unhurried, basking in every press of your soft lips against each others, his massive body melts into the bed next to your and he pulls you flush against him as you share kiss after sweet kiss.

there’s no telling how much time passes before your lips break but when sephiroth pulls away it’s only far enough to rest his forehead on yours. you share every breath, every heartbeat and he doesn’t know where you begin or he ends, both in body and soul. he feels the bliss of your smile in his heart as if it is his own and you hold onto him with just as much tender and urgent adoration as he does you.

you’re the first to break the comfortable silence between you. “i love you, you know that?”

“i do," he lets out a soft sigh at the confession of your feelings, unsure if he will ever get used to hearing the words but please tell him again and again. "i love you too. i’ll love you forever.” 

your breath catches, like you can’t believe it’s true but are excited about it all the same. starting to rub the tip of your nose against his, you add in a drunken whisper, “really? forevers a long time.” 

“a very long time,” he emphasizes with a feather light kiss to your lips. “and i will love and protect you every second of it.”

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Dating Sephiroth headcannons

-Sephiroth is the kind of person to ignore you completely at times, and at other times, scoop you into his arms and just hold you there without saying anything.

-He can be very cold and doesn't always tell you he loves you, but he does. Inside, he's the most devoted man on earth and will do absolutely anything for you, before and after his mental breakdown.

-Though he'll never say it outright, he loves you with all his heart; you are the dearest person in the world to him, the only woman he loves more is Jenova. If you asked him to kill for you, he most certainly would. You two but especially you are his goddesses.

-Takes the time to visit you multiple times a day, every day, even if nothing interesting happens. To him, nothing is more important than spending time with his beloved.

-Nicknames (which are rarely used) for you are: Princess, baby, darling, little dove, my love, and fluffpuff.

-Concerning the origin of "fluffpuff", it all began when he purchased a huge, extrmely fluffy baby chocobo onesie for you. Once you put it on, you might as well have been a walking blanket. It was so adorable, his heart melted and the nickname "fluffpuff" was born.

-Loves to do beauty days with you, especially after a long day at work. He's a big strong soldier man, but at the same time, a cute soft boy. He needs some pampering in his life, give it to him.

-Cuddling you is one of his favorite ways to de-stress. He loves to curl himself up around you and just sit there in silence, enjoying your company and relaxing. He also likes lying on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist, while you play with his hair.

-Poor boy gets frequent night terrors and needs a lot of comforting kisses after waking up in a terrified, cold sweat. He does get a bit cold and bristly after such events, so do be gentle. Wrap him up in your arms, kiss his cheeks, forehead, lips, all over, just make him feel loved.

-Sephiroth's like a scared cat most of the time; you need to be gentle and coax him out of his shell. Then he'll start opening up to you and confide in you--some of his secrets can be very dark, but getting them off his chest is a huge help to his mental health.

-Speaking of mental health, as we know, he's not exactly in his right mind. He can be unstable and a little violent, though he would never hurt you. He'd throw things, he'd break things, he'd yell and scream, but he'd never actually hurt you--a sign of how much he loves you.

-If you can mange to calm him down during his tantrums, he'll love you all the more. You are the most precious thing to him; anything you do for him is viewed as a blessing. ❤️

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sephiroth x reader where he meets this amazing girl (note: you) and she cooks him a homemade meal but he freaks out because he doesnt understand how to take it properly? but he starts crying of joy because he's happy to take it since he read about how moms treat their kids and he just kinna finds solace in this girl and wants find her again but obviously shinra keeps having other plans until finally one DAY she comes back again and you can decide what happens next :)

໒⦂ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

notes. i may have indulged a little ( a lot ) here, anon.. but i hope it’s somewhat okay.. brb i might have to ugly cry after this.. he makes me so😿 IM NOT NORMAL ANYMORE SOBS

genre. hurt + comfort

tw. discussion of bad eating habits.

sephiroth x gn!reader

the water came to a boil as you threw in your spaghetti, twisting the knob on low for the sauce you’d prepared.

sephiroth would be home any minute and as a reward for working as hard as he did everyday, you had taken it upon you to prepare his most favorite meal for him. it wasn’t too hard to cook, luckily, but hopefully it tasted good.

you allowed the pasta to come to a boil, taking the time to set the table nicely. while sephiroth wasn’t one for the fancy shit or grandeur, you wanted to provide him with a good ambience. he deserved it, anyway.

on a trip to sector five, you’d managed to score a dozen of flowers from a sweet girl zack was interested — aerith, as you recalled. somehow he had started her on a business with her rare blooms, it was creative and cute that he’d made the time to do that with her.

while passing by him, he had urged you to buy some to help her start out — which you were happy to do. certainly when they made the perfect centerpiece and smelled pleasantly.

the bubbles began to surface in your absence, a jingling sound entering your ears once you’d returned to turn off the heat. sephiroth was home!

a smile lifted the corners of your mouth as you wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead before walking up to the door when he emerged. “welcome home, sephiroth!”

his face that was colored with exhaustion instantly contorted into one of ease, lips curling at the sight of you, his precious partner. were you waiting for him? how adorable.

the first class SOLDIER leaned in closely to your face and bestowed you with a chaste kiss, chuckling softly. “thank you, y/n. it’s a lovely sight to find you here,” he continued, holding your cheek in his gloved hand before looking behind you. “i see you’ve been busy.”

your cheeks burned at his words, a fuzzy feeling finding its way to your chest as you let out a sheepish laugh. “a-ah, i may have helped myself to your kitchen.. i hope you don’t mind.” he wouldn’t mind, he never did — but you still felt the need to say so.

his thumb rolled over your soft skin, a sound of amusement tumbling past his lips. “not at all, might i ask what you prepared yourself?”

blinking, you then proceeded to quirk a brow before snorting. “i composed a gourmet meal for the both of us, featuring candlelight and flowers. up to your standards, mr. first class?” you joked, to which he rolled his eyes, playfully.

“you treat me as if i were royalty.” sephiroth turned his head away, failing to suppress the small lift to his rosewood appendages.

you took ahold of his leather clad hand, snickering softly. “the best way to treat you, according to your dearest lover!” came your cheery response as you tugged him forward. “now come on, i doubt a battlefield has a scheduled lunch or dinner time!”

the silver haired male couldn’t argue with that reasoning. some missions went without food for long periods of time — just another thing he’d learnt to bear over the years. the human body could go weeks without alimentation, and he was no stranger to being denied or prevented from having a meal.

however, upon meeting you and having explained that reasoning to you early into your relationship.. he was met with quite a different perspective. while the SOLDIER found eating to be secondary — something that he would indulge in if the time and situation was right, you.. stressed it.

it had come as a great shock when he would announce he’d only had breakfast for the entirety of the day — which was basically just a bar or shake.. the bare minimum, in other words. frustrated, you’d scolded him that very evening before falling into a routine of meal preparation.

you didn’t care if he had to show up with this cutesy lunch box in a den of SOLDIERs, but it better have been emptied or so help you.

sephiroth had been greatly confused by your concern, and quite frankly — still was, however he understood where you were coming from ( despite lacking the same care for himself that you showed him ), and ate every last bite.

“i suppose i have to agree with that.” the long haired swordsman finally answered, bringing his steps to a halt before your work.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t made him food before, but this time felt different. you always put your all into everything, though this felt extra, extra special, somehow. perhaps, being cooked dinner was more.. intimate?

you patted his armored shoulder, grinning. “good! now get comfy while i get your plate ready, i used up the wine for the sauce.. so um, just water for tonight — but you need it!!”

with that, you had dashed back over to the kitchen, leaving behind a chuckling sephiroth. he’d never seen someone be so serious over dinner, it was silly. and yet, endearing all at the same time that you cared so deeply for his health when everyone had taught or treated him otherwise.

“are you certain you don’t require my assistance?” he inquired, leaning back in his seat to see if you were managing.

a laugh echoed from kitchen at his expression of concern. “nope! you just sit tight, on my way over now!” you assured, picking up your bowls and a basket of freshly sliced bread before making your way to the table.

despite your dismissal, the cat eyed hero made his way over to help with the placement, not wanting you to struggle any longer. you’d gone through great lengths for him today after all, it was the least he could do.

as sephiroth sat across from you, he was finally given the chance to take a look at what you’d put together, blinking in surprise.

“seafood pasta..?” he couldn’t remember the last time he had it. “how.. did you know?”

picking a piece of bread, you found yourself winking, suppressing a giggle. “i may or may not have asked cissnei.. given her network of information.” you smiled sheepishly, grabbing your silverware. “i hope that’s okay with you- i just wanted to make something you really, really liked!”

the first class SOLDIER was quiet for a moment, a strange warmth bubbling in his chest.

subconsciously, his hand lifted to touch where his heart had been, if only to find out what that strange feeling had been. “you.. you did that, for me?” his voice had almost come out in a weak whisper. the mako hued male was soft spoken to begin with, but this held more vulnerability than the other times.

an eager nod was the response he’d received, and despite his desire to question why, he took it as his cue to pick up his silverware, twirling the spaghetti with his fork. it.. had been a long time since he’d had his favorite dish, and homemade.. was a first.

as he tasted your work, he almost melted at the flavors — the nostalgia of it all. and yet.. it somehow was even better than any other occasion he had ordered or cooked it himself.

was it.. because you had made it specially for him? how odd, that the cooking from a specific person could affect the outcome so drastically.

“how is it?” you finally spoke up, curious to hear of his thoughts. “the seafood was a lucky find, i’m hoping it’s good and that i didn’t get scammed ahahaha..”

given midgar’s inland location, fish.. wasn’t something commonly sold, and if it was — it certainly would have costed a pretty gil. had you really gone through all this effort, just for him?

sephiroth swallowed the next bite he took, inclining his head. “it’s wonderful- nobody, i realize.. has ever done something like this for me before — or gone through as much trouble as you had to do this for me..” he spoke up in acknowledgment, feeling his eyes soften.. and blur?

why was his vision — was he.. crying?

the silver haired SOLDIER raised his gloved hands to brush the corners of his eyes. fresh tears, yes. he’d almost forgotten the feeling.

“seph-?” you blurted, getting up from your chair before rushing over to him. “oh no- is it bad?? are you having allergies — i didn’t put anything spicy in it.. a-ahh, i don’t have an allergy pen..” you panicked, dashing over to your purse before feeling a hand grasp your own.

your lashes fluttered in surprise when you were suddenly pulled into firm chest, silver draping over you as a pair of strong arms encircled your body.

“s-sephiroth?” you called out softly, worry in your voice as you rested your hands on his back, reciprocating the embrace. “everything okay? you’re crying..” you added quietly, frowning. did something happen?

he sucked in a breath, shaking his head. “i apologize- i didn’t mean to bring you anxiety with my sudden reaction.. the food was lovely, truly, and i.. could not be more grateful for it.” shinra’s hero began, relenting his grip a little. he didn’t want to hurt or bruise you after all with his strength. “i guess i was just.. taken by surprise, is all — being treated in this way is still.. rather foreign to me.” he admitted, attempting to even his voice out.

but you were patient, and listened to the best of your extent, at last understanding what he meant.

your boyfriend spoke little of his past, but the few things that he’d felt comfortable enough to elaborate on.. had been horrible to hear- it made your heart ache terribly in your chest.

“oh sephiroth..” you whispered gently, sliding your fingers into his hair comfortingly. “you’re okay, don’t apologize.. i was just worried since shellfish allergies are common..” you exhaled, panic dissipating. “i’m just glad you’re not sick.. but hey, you deserve this- alright? you work really hard everyday, you have been all your life.. this is the least i could do.”

he felt himself calm down gradually with your words, breaths slowly coming out more even. the male hadn’t planned on breaking down so suddenly, and while he felt bad.. you assured him that it was okay to react and feel as he did.

what.. made him so special to you? to go to all these extents for him and yet disregard all your efforts all at the same time..

“the ‘least’ you speak of hardly covers all that you do for me, y/n.. despite finding myself undeserving of your kindness.. i am forever grateful to be wanted and cared for by you — to be looked at in the way your eyes view me.. rather than the usual contempt and obsessive fascination scrutiny that i am met with.” he spoke after a brief silence, wanting to translate his feelings into words as best as possible.

they nearly had you melting, and out of pure adoration, you brought your lips at last to his. a reassurance that you had understood every bit of his feelings and that you had returned them all in full.

“you are every bit as deserving, sephiroth, as am i of you.. and i’ll always, always care for you. to me — you are everything, and worthy of all the love in the world.”

notes. screaming crying this is a little rushed towards the end but i hope it’s decent enough anon! my illiterate ass did not read the last bit of the request.. so i didn’t include the shinra bit😭 hope it’s okay!

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hi! first of all, i wanna say that your writing is so good omg... i'm obsessed with your sephiroth fics, which is why i wanna request smth spicy and sweet like reading in bed together, perhaps? with lots of teasing that eventually ends up in a violent makeout session 😭😭 thank you <3

hi lovely!! thank you so much!🥺 it makes me so happy that you like them and i've been thinking about this ever since you sent this request sghdlkg🫠🥰🩷 thank you so much requesting!! i hope you like it💕 i really enjoyed writing it hehe

sephiroth x reader with no pronouns used

16+ please, heavy making out but nothing explicit

you aren’t sure you’d ever get used to the sight before you but it’s one you would never tire of all the same.

pale skin under dim light that looks as ethereal as starlight and carved from the most precious of marble by the goddess herself, surrounded by a halo of soft silver locks. cat-like eyes that sparkle like a million emeralds in the sea half hidden behind the binds of a book you can’t quite make out the title of with the long fingers that hold it in place. 

it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen any of these things either. sephiroth was always beautiful, chest on display in his uniform, his captivating eyes catching more than a few gazes and you often saw his skilled fingers that hold onto masamune. but it’s not comparable to this; with his back pressed against the headboard, completely shirtless, his arms exposed, the span of his toned stomach on full display and he looks so relaxed. fully and completely without a worry except why you weren’t curled in bed next to him.

a worry you’re quick to ease when, despite how awestruck you feel, you crawl into bed and slot yourself between his awaiting arm and warm chest, opening up your own book as you snuggle against him. his arm around you tightens in turn as if you hadn’t come quite close enough and the gentle press of his lips to the side of your head follows wordlessly. 

though a usual occurrence if you’re being honest, you’re distracted from your book by the man holding you against him. instead of your eyes wandering the words in front of you, they’re focused on the faded scars along sephiroths arm and the veins traveling up his hand that seems about as focused on his book as you are.

his fingers are warm, dipping under your sleep shirt and lightly grazing along your skin in a back and forth motion that makes you break out in goosebumps but it doesn’t feel like a mindless motion when they keep going, sliding ever so slightly under the waistband of your pants and back up again as if to get more of a reaction out of your body.

“is there something i can help you with?” you try to ask it as seriously as you can, trying not to be as heated as you feel just by this simple touch but your voice is full the effects it had left on your heart, and amusement, more than anything else.

you’re sure that not many would describe him as such but his expression is all innocence that you aren’t completely sold on when you swore you saw the upwards tug of his lips for a flash when you looked back up at him.

“what do you mean?” he asks, his tone not giving him away either.

with narrowed eyes, you study his face, your heart undeniably weak to him, and you catch a playful glint in his eyes that he couldn’t suppress when he raises a brow at you. you try to play it off cool, like you didn’t find what you were looking for on his face even though you know he’s doing it on purpose and return to the book you still hadn’t read a word of tonight but before you can get far, sephiroth has captured you in his grasp, your chin between his thumb and index finger. he brings your face back to his and you don’t resist his pull at all.

the world seems to slow as he hold you there, his book resting open on his chest, his thumb moving to glide over your bottom lip that parts at the first feeling of his touch while his index fingers keeps you right here, looking back and up at him with your neck stretched but its no uncomfortable and eyes closed, your face warm and your hearts beating in tandem, awaiting his lips on bated breath.

he finally does kiss you after what feels like far too many heart beats than you could bear without him and it’s tender and slow but devouring in a way that makes you dizzy. sephiroth takes advantage of the way you’ve kept your beautiful lips parted for him and dips his tongue inside, licking into your mouth with no urgency but all the heat that normally accompanies such desire.

but he pulls away before you’re ready, like his cheeks aren’t blushing a light shade of pink and his lips aren’t wet. his next kiss he gives you, right when your eyes open, is far less sensuous but full of just as much love, keeps you from whimpering out in protest and when another follows, even more chaste, your head is left in a fuzzy state that makes you not question when he’s returned to his book and you follow suit.

or at least in the same way you’ve been ‘reading’ since you got into bed with him. and now it would be even more impossible to do so properly. your lips linger with the taste of him, your face still burning with the warmth he drew out of you, and everywhere your bodies touch is tingling, the parts that aren’t aching for the same.

unfair, you think with a pout, stealing a glance at him and seeing he now looks completely unaffected and concentrated on his book, though you have no doubt he knows you are staring at him. 

you don’t know how long passes until you decide you can be unfair too. if it’s seconds or minutes before you’re closing your book and placing it on your nightstand, not even bothering to mark the page, and when you turn back around, the bed dips as you crawl on top of him with your legs straddling his.

he chuckles when your eyes meet, the sound making your chest flutter, and then closes his book too, letting you see all of his pretty features, and leaving it forgotten on the bed next to him.

a millisecond from when his book touches the mattress, so does your back and before the world even stop spinning in how quickly he moved you, sephiorth has a hold of your wrists and is pinning them above your head with one hand, using his other arm to keep his full weight from crushing you. your legs are still straddling him, spread wide and nearly resting on the sides of your chest that rise and fall with quick breaths, like you’re prey caught entirely by its predator.

you try to stop the little gasp that leaves your lips when he leans down, putting just a bit more of his weight on you, his hair falling over you both like a curtain of moonlight, your hips flush as his lips find your neck but he doesn’t kiss you, they only glide along your soft skin.

“perhaps it’s you that needs something from me?” he asks against your neck, his voice low, just above a whisper.

“you started-!” your words are cut off by the open mouthed kiss he leaves on the base of your neck, hot and mind melting and making your wrists wiggle in his hold with the way you writhe underneath him at the jolt of electrifying pleasure it sends down your spine and to every nerve in your body. 

you can feel him smile against your skin at the reaction and even in this hypnotizing state, you soak in the feeling of it, memorizing it so it might imprint on your skin for you to remember forever.

“if i recall correctly my love, you got on top of me first,” he kisses your neck again with the same fervor, his teeth grazing along your skin when he pulls away and the way you whimper makes his eyes darken, his voice dropping a dangerous octave. “you’re shaking already.”

you are. there’s no denying it or trying to stop it and it isn’t even about who started it at this point. you just need him and with the way he handles you with gentle strength, like you are delicate but never slipping through his grasp, you all but melt into it what he gives you and try your best to let out a plea for more.

“seph..” 

his lips are on yours in an instant, nearly teeth clashing in how deep he delves into your mouth and he groans at the feeling of your tongue on his and your hands tightening in his grasp at the ripple of bliss but he doesn’t budge in his hold. you swear you could cry not getting to touch him too. your legs around his thin waist, your chests more than flush with every little breath you try to take between having his tongue continue to explore yours, is not nearly enough.

you know you aren’t in control when you successfully, on the first attempt that was slow and with little force behind it, flip yourself back over so you’re on top of him. he lets go of your hands in the roll of your bodies, both of you ensuring your lips never break, and as soon as you can, your hands are holding his face, brushing the stray hairs from his temples with tender love before pulling him into your lips with overwhelming passion.

sephiroth can barely hold on. the way you touch him with the same care he does for you, goddess it’s so more than that, more than he can fathom or has ever had in his life, but with the same longing hunger that makes you lose your sanity just as much as he does for you.. he can hardly process how it feels but in the echo if it all is the assurance that you’re his.

the power he uses to pull you against him with one hand at your back, the other grabbing a handful of your ass, makes you whimper, your hands slipping into his silky hair and tugging lightly at the roots. it’s so intoxicating to have sephiroths strength slip, to feel just how badly he needed you when usually he would hold back, worried to hurt you even if every emotion he feels for you is all consuming but you both knew he never ever would and tonight would be no exception. 

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Being all domestic with sephiroth and maybe even baking him his favorite desserts (cause maybe even he deserves some sweets too.)

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sephiroth felt his eyebrows furrow at the sight of you in the kitchen, crouched in front of the oven as the aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air. you turned towards him with a soft smile, eyes drooping with tranquility.

he tilted his head at you, bemusement filled his cat-like eyes as he walked towards your hunched form. your hands extended out in front of the glass barrier, the warmth of the light providing your face with a golden hue as the cookies rose in the pan.

rubbing your hands occasionally, you kept them out for the heat that radiated off the oven to hit your hands. “have i caught you at a bad time?” his voice rung throughout the kitchen, tongue like velvet with every word he uttered. you gazed up at him as your hands finally fell.

“no,” you said, tone quiet and gentle, “‘s actually waiting for you to come home.”

a warm gloved hand rested itself on your shoulder, causing you to look up once again into his eyes, swirling with mako infusion. “let yourself rest,” he said, “i’ll finish up.”

“these are for you.”

and you failed to not notice the way his eyebrows quirked up, a placid smile rested on his face while he looked down at you— admiring the warmth of the oven light that which kissed the side of your face.

“for me?” sephiroth confirmed.

“for you.”

and gosh, did that smile make his heart warm. it was almost abnormal, and by the time you had turned around to place your hands back near the oven door, he placed his leather clad hand on the left side of his chest— directly onto his heart. feeling it thumping with each beat, he cherished this moment. silent, besides the occasional whirring of the oven and his own breath yet still comfortable as you two filled the quiet with yourselves.

hearing the pitchy beep of the stove’s timer, you rose and bent over the stove door, grabbing your mitts and pulling out the metal cookie tray with deft hands, marked with faded ‘battle scars’ as you liked to call them, when they were instead burn marks and faint cuts from the countless masterpieces you’d like to call your food. sephiroth saw no difference between a gourmet meal and your cup of noodles, rather recognizing that it was made with love. love held for him. a foreign feeling on its own yet he never seemed to mind it.

of course, he was used to being fawned over considering he was a first class war ‘hero’. he had his fangirls and his recognition on tv, but he seemed to look past all of that— only finding comfort in you. in a large crowd, he could spot you right away as he knew you all too well. so yes, while he was used to be well known and admired, he was never used to being loved.

and as you placed the tray on top of the oven, chucking off your mitts on the nearby counter, your face met with a strong chest in return. you placed a hand on his side out of instinct, feeling him squeeze ever so slightly as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, your shampoo engulfing his senses while he reminded himself that this was you. while he found comfort in genesis and angeal considering he’s known them for as long as he has, they could never compare to you in his eyes.

you said nothing— only wrapping your arms around his midriff and tightening your grip with every breath you felt him let out on your scalp, the tickling sensation making you crack a sleepy grin. another comfortable silence yet the two of you didn’t mind it at all. words were never needed with sephiroth, you two understood each other all the same.

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Hiya Luna, I hope you’re doing well 🥰! I saw your requests were open and decided to send one in, I hope thats alright! If I may, may I ask for Sephiroth and the prompt “It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.” please? Ngl I was going to ask for Cloud or Zack because they’re my faves, but I got too nervous 🙈!

Thank you so much and I hope you have a lovely weekend 🥰!

lyra!!! it is more than alright! i am so so happy that you did🥰🩷 and PLEASE LOVELY YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY ASK FOR ZACK OR CLOUD!! - I'D LOVE TO TRY WRITING SOMETHING FOR THEM💕 thank you so much for submitting this one🥺 - i'm down bad bad this also got longer than i planned whoops 🤭

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“it’s weird. i never thought i could feel like this, but you showed up. now, it’s like i don’t wanna go on knowing i might lose the feeling.” | sephiroth x reader with no pronouns used

it’s safe to admit to himself that love is very unfamiliar. 

growing up sephiroth was taught that such feelings make you weak, softens the heart that should be hardened and cold and calculating. over time he had learned for himself how not necessarily true that was. maybe it wasn’t love, at least not in the capacity in which he feels it now, but he’s cared for comrades and friends even when others might argue it made him weak. but what’s before him now, and slipping through his fingers each day that passes, is something he has never experienced. 

something he never saw coming and hasn’t known what to do with but also doesn’t know what to do without. 

and he was going without considering you were actively avoiding him and hadn't spoken a word to him in what felt like weeks. even in meetings you were forced to attend together, you always left swiftly and without another glance his way, finding one reason or another to deny him a moment of your time and when he almost caught you alone in the hallway, your eyes meeting for but a moment, you were gone as quickly as he had blinked. 

he has been wrecking his brain on what he had done wrong that would make you avoid him, his mind wandering to the chest aching distance between you every chance it got. he had almost lost to angeal in training two days because of it and nearly again to genesis today before his friend looked knowingly into his eyes and recited loveless; ‘the wandering soul knows no rest’

the words echo in his mind, in genesis’ voice no less, when he spots you in the distance. restlessness doesn’t quite begin to describe what your absence was doing to him. it was an uncomfortableness he had never felt before. one he had to do something about because every day it grows worse and if it stays like this he fears you’ll be torn from him entirely. 

it already feels like you are. he looks as collected as he always does but inside his heart stirs and he knows he cannot let this go any longer. 

you swear you saw him down the hall in your side view. he was impossible to miss for so many reasons but the most prominent of them all being your eyes were always evidently drawn to him, just like your heart had been and you cursed them both when they made you stall in your sprint to run away and avoid him right now.

it’s not as though it’s what you wanted but it is what you felt was best when you could feel yourself not being able to hold back your emotions. he couldn’t know, even though you’re sure it was written all over your face everytime you stole a glance but stolen looks weren’t the same as saying the words i love you and being rejected by someone you couldn’t bear to lose. 

so you started your plan of avoiding him until those feelings disappeared. except the distance had not made them go anywhere, leaving them to simmer uncomfortably in your chest like they might burn you. when you saw his lips fall each time you made an excuse to get out of his vicinity, you felt nauseous for upsetting him. it wouldn’t be forever, you keep telling yourself but you don’t know how true that actually is. you cannot picture a life without these feelings; without the way his smile makes your insides buzz with warm incomparable to the sun, with how safe and cared for you feel in his proximity and how utterly gentle shinras strongest soldier is whenever he touches you.

you turn around to make your escape just in case your peripheral vision is not playing tricks on you but before you can make it two steps, you’re staring at his half hidden chest, hardened leather around soft skin your hand aches to touch. so it’s like that, using his actual speed to not let you get away. perhaps you had made him more upset than you initially thought..

“sephiroth!” you smile up at him and it nearly reaches your eyes if it weren’t for the shake of your voice that accompanies your eagerly beating heart. 

“you’ve been avoiding me.” it’s not a question but a very obvious observation that fills you with guilt, though he hadn’t said it in an accusing tone.

your smile falls and you swallow the lump building in your throat, unable to meet his eyes but you don’t try to deny it. “.. i’m sorry. i just..” you can’t find any words that aren’t just the truth.

taking a step back, to run or just put a little more distance between you and find your strength to push back the emotions, you really aren’t sure for which but within an instant his hands are on your face, cupping your jaw like you’re made of glass but in a steady hold that told you he didn’t want to let go, bringing your gaze up to his. you could pull away if you really wanted, you knew he’d let go without you having to ask but you don’t do anything of the sort.

thin slitted pupils stare back at you, swirling in a sea of blue and green and glowing with mako and your brain screams for you to bite your tongue while your heart urges the words forward but he looks at you like he’s going to say something, staring at you with an expression you can’t decipher nor look away from while he pauses.

he says your name, breaking the silence between you, and you hope he can’t feel the heat of your cheeks and neck with the way your body reacts to the way he says it. then he chuckles a bit breathlessly, like it’s helping him let go of something that was holding him back before. 

“i cannot stand being away from you. it’s weird..” he says, his thumbs brush along your cheeks and you swear the world around you stops, like the goddess is leaving this moment only for the two of you. “i never thought i could feel like this,” he smiles fondly and you feel your eyes soften in time with his, your hearts beating with sync. “like i have something to care for. someone i can be my true self with. but you showed up and now, it’s like i don’t want to go on knowing i might lose the feeling.” 

your heart is somehow tearing and mending itself back together at his words and you finally let yourself touch him in return, feeling the wetness of your tears dripping from your lashes before you realize you’re crying. 

his expression falls to worry as he wipes every tear that falls but all you can do is smile and shake your head, closing the distance between you and letting your worries crash to the ground as you reply to him in earnest.

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sephiroth + "it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand." and/or "i will never let you go."

p.s i adore how you write sephiroth sm i will always eat it up ravenously thank you <333

ahhh thank you so much lovely!<3 i wrote one but i'm still gonna write the other because i can't help myself with this man hehe🤭🩷 i hope you enjoy this one🥺 it got kinda long im sorry ahh again i could not help myself😵‍💫

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"it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand." | sephiroth x reader with no pronouns used

tonight the moon seems nothing more than a dim light in the distance against the bright city street that is busy with midgar citizens despite the late hour. booths and open storefronts line the street for as far as you can see, public security having blocked off the area so no vehicles could get through and people could wander the bustling night market freely. the scent of sweet and fried foods fills the air, accompanied by the chatter and giggles of everyone around you but it all feels dull against the butterflies in your chest that hadn’t stopped for a single moment since the start of your walk home.

but how could they when sephiroth had waited at the office in order to see you home safely and had kept close since you left the shinra building? you could feel the heat of his body, his long strides slowed in order to keep next to you but it’s a comfortable pace as he walks on the side of the walkway closest to the street and crowds of people.

with how broad his shoulders are, anytime you look up at him, he takes up your whole world, making your cheeks burn at the reminder of just how beautiful he is and how close he actually is to you. one sway of your hand to the right and your fingers would be brushing against his. you could reach out and move his long hair away from his face to give you a better view of those cat-like eyes that have always captivated you. but you don’t and instead let yourself fall into a comfortable silence when your mind runs away with thoughts of how it would feel to card you fingers through his hair, touch the tender skin of his cheek-

before you can get too far away from the reins you normally keep on your feelings for him, your attention to your surroundings come back just in time to see someone running in your direction a little too late for you to move out of the way, their eyes not in front of them and instead of the person jogging beside them. your body tenses, your eyes closing and you draw in a quick breath as if to prepare for the impact and the crash to the ground.

while you do feel the world around you move, there’s no force to the ground and instead of a harsh clashing of bodies, it’s as though you’re being gently tucked into one. the smell of leather and flora fills your senses and you know without a doubt you’re against sephiroth even before your eyes open to confirm it’s true. he had moved so quickly you are only now registering the arm around your middle that keeps you pressed against his body and when your eyes flutter open to be met with his worried ones, light brows knitted together in concern, you’re glad for it as your knees wobble.

he feels the shift in your body weight and easily adjusts his hold on you so you don’t lose your footing but hopes that you don’t hear or feel the way his heart is rapidly beating in his chest with how it feels to have you pressed into him. it certainly gets no better when you look up at him with eyes that sparkle in the street lights. but to his surprise, despite the overwhelming bursts of electricity firing off like fireworks in his chest, he’s able to speak.

“are you alright?”

slow to pull away, regretful that you have to, you feel his hold leave your side only when he knows you’re steady on your feet. your nod your head and the smile you wear is hiding your embarrassment. “ah - sorry about that.”

“it’s fine,” he chuckles, low and sweet, and the melody of it stops your worries in their tracks. all you can focus on is his handsome face in a soft, almost boyish, expression you quite like on him. “distracted by something?”

your cheeks burn and you’re unable to meet his eyes. yes but you’re not able to admit about what. “i guess so,” you try not to think about what was keeping your eyes and your mind occupied, what it felt like to be in his arms, pressed against his chest, just moments ago even though the feeling of him still tingles your skin everywhere your bodies connected. “theres.. just a lot going on out here. i think i’m a little used to the quieter walk home.”

it wasn’t entirely a lie. normally this street was empty on your way home and anytime sephiorth walked you it was just the two of you. you think you both prefer it that way considering how many eyes have looked sephiroths way tonight. you’re thankful they at least have been too busy to stop the famous war hero. or perhaps too scared to with how intimidating his presence felt to most. 

a feeling that wasn’t in your personal repertoire of emotions for him.

oh no, there was nothing close to intimidation or fear when he closes the distance between you, one step that puts you impossibly close as a couple walks behind him and takes a double look back. you hear them whisper his name amongst themselves but his focus is only on you. you’re unable to discern the emotions swirling like mako in his eyes but a part of you wonders if they are mirroring your own.

sephiroth knows this is just a crowd of citizens, not a battlefield or enemy territory, but there’s a deep need within him to protect you, keep you as close as possible so you don’t have to worry about anyone nearly crashing into you again or touching you if you don’t want them to. 

he’s been keenly aware of everyone around you, not normally liking being in such large crowds to begin with and wanting to ensure your safety always, but a part of him is also thankful for them tonight. at least in the sense that he might not have given in to his want to hold you had he not needed to in order to keep you safe. such intimate and tender moments are not something he is used to in the slightest but he craved it with you and the desire had only grown each time you touched. 

now was no exception - goddess it had only made it amplify to the tenth degree. he hadn’t wanted you to step away from his chest that caught your breath on his exposed skin or to be away from the softness of you in his hold. and you’re still here, right in front of him, right within his grasp, so close he could easily lean down and capture your lips.

it takes all of his strength to fight against the heart in his chest that aches for you but even in his seemingly infinite might, it still somehow gets the better of him. if only a bit.

“it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand.”

in your speechless state, all you can do is nod at his words as your cheeks burn and you take his offered hand. the leather of his gloves feels clean and his hand easily encases your own with its size but you also can’t deny how utterly perfect it feels and give it an experimental squeeze at the first step you take back down the street, hoping this walk home will last much longer tonight.

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Sephiroth + forever

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Sephiroth + “forever”

It’s still early, around dawn, when Sephiroth wakes up. For the first time in what feels like forever, he’s slept through the entire night, unbothered by nightmares or the burning questions that always haunt him when he lies awake at night. But not tonight. Tonight, he just… slept. 

All thanks to the soft pile of warmth that’s tucked into his side and clings to him, buried beneath the blanket. You’re still sound asleep, your breathing quiet and even, your entire body relaxed and calm. Sephiroth is pretty sure that you had your back towards him when you fell asleep the evening prior but at some point during the night, you must’ve snuggled up to him like this. Your hand rests on his chest, your nails lightly digging into his skin, and your legs are tangled with his. 

It will never cease to amaze him how clingy and adorable you can be with someone like him. He’s no saint, he’s done horrible things in the past and will do them in the future, but here you are, trusting him enough to sleep so peacefully right next to him. 

A hint of a smile flashes over Sephiroth’s face as he looks down at your sleeping form, at the way your nose scrunches up when you mumble something incoherent, and he can’t help but brush his fingertips against your cheek. Your mumbles turn into a content sigh as you shift your position and nestle closer to him. 

His smile widens. He can’t remember the last time he felt so… at ease. It’s like none of his concerns, none of his worries matter as long as you are here by his side. In moments like this, Sephiroth just knows that you’re the only thing that keeps him sane in this awful world.

You mumble something again, something that vaguely sounds like his name, and he wraps his arm around you and gently squeezes you against him. If this would be his forever, he’d gladly accept it.

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i need him so desperately

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please be okay

sephiroth (pre nibelheim) x reader with no pronouns used

angst with a happy ending, reader is mentioned being shorter than him

you felt the momentary shake under your feet before any news of what actually occurred had made its way around the facility. it was a tremor that maybe you shouldn’t have questioned when this deep in a shinra facility, let alone in the public security wing. it’s entirely possible 2nd and 3rd class soldiers are destroying a training room and some of those around you hadn’t even batted an eye but there’s a dreadful pit in your stomach telling you something was so terribly wrong and as quickly as it had come and gone, your walk back to the first class office turned into a full blown run.

“what the hell was that?” your words fill the room the second the doors are open enough and with each quick step you’re making your way to the desk lazard sits behind. as soon as the doors close behind you, the alarms outside begin to blare.

angeal is standing facing lazard, buster sword attached to his back and his arms folded. you can’t see either of their expressions but the seriousness of the situation is evident by how thick the air in the room feels, the tension it builds forcing you to slow your steps. you quickly glance around and note the lack of anyone else around. genesis left for a mission outside of midgar earlier today so that’s to be expected but you saw sephiroth this morning and no other classes of soldiers are around either. it’s only you three.

“a mako line in the building exploded,” lazard answers, his voice seemingly as calm as ever but his brows are drawn in tightly, giving a bit of his emotions away from behind his hands that are folded in front of his face.

your eyes widen. “it exploded?” you ask with emphasis, noting his choice of words. not a leak or even a burst but an explosion.

where is sephiroth? you want to ask immediately after, your stomach already tying in knots, keeping you from asking in fear of the answer but praying to whatever god will listen that either of the men next to you will tell you he’s not in the building for one reason or another.

lazard nods, unfolding his hands and turning his computer monitor to show you a green hued screen displaying the view of the security camera outside of the medical section of this wing. it’s on fire, getting hazy through the smoke clouding the lens but you can make out troopers and other staff struggling to leave for more reasons than just the flames, unable to breathe the little air there was with such high concentration of mako still flowing into it.

you can see the sparkling particles on the screen as it takes over every free bit of space, swirling with the fire like an ethereal flame, and it makes you swallow thickly the longer it unfolds before you but you’re not even breathing at all when angeal finally speaks.

“sephiroth went in to see if the shut off valve made it through the explosion.”

the world follows suit of your lungs and stops completely, only the heavy force of your painfully slow heartbeats giving you any kind of proof that you weren’t frozen in this horrific moment but rather actively living in it. 

when the air returns to your lungs, burning and aching, you don’t say anything to lazard or angeal before running at full speed out the door and into the chaos of public security. your hands are shaking as you reach for your phone in your pocket and dial sephiroths number, holding back the wet sting of your eyes. maybe it’s ridiculous to be nearly in tears worried over shinras strongest soldier and if you were thinking more logically, out of everyone a first class soldier would be the most likely to survive so much mako exposure and get past the flames quickly but it didn’t matter to you.

not when the force of the aching in your heart nearly rips it completely in two because it’s him, the man who has been burned into your very being from the first the moment he captured your heart without even knowing it. he still doesn’t know. would he accept it if he did? you push the thought away. it can’t be at the front of your mind when all this anxious worry uncontrollably swirls within you and is taking over your every thought.

pick up dammit.

the phone rings and rings and rings and you feel the bile in your stomach rolling but when you’re about to hang up, he finally picks up on the other line, calling your name in a way that almost convinces you that it’s okay. but its so very not okay.

“are you somewhere safe?” he asks and you can’t believe how worried about you he seems when he’s the one in danger. he’s not hiding it in his normally deep and collected tone either, you can hear it in his words.

“y-yes,” you try to will it not to but your voice still shakes. “but sephiroth-”

“good,” he interrupts you with relief and the echo of his quick steps fill the split moment of quiet between you. 

you’re trying to find the words to speak into the universe so he’ll make it out of this, make it back to you.  

“stay put,” he requests before hanging up, knowing you well enough by now that you already weren’t doing that but hoping maybe his words would convince you all the same.

your jaw clenches and you pick up the pace, holding your phone at your side as if it was his hand keeping him tethered to you, any part of your sanity echoing what you know to be true; how strong and resilient he is. he could make it through anything.. right? he has to.. 

there’s a barricade of troopers already beginning to form a good distance away from the explosion and you are no exception to their order to not let anyone through. not that it stopped you from trying but you weren’t even sure what your plan was if you did get past them. run into the mako riddled infirmary in search of him? possibly get in his way because there was no way you are as fast as he is? but fuck.. you just needed to be closer. closer to where he’d exit any minute now - because it had to be any minute now right? closer to him in case he called back and needed you, which was a silly thought in and of itself but even if your strength could not match his, you would do anything to help him right now.

“lazard tell them i can get through!” you’re losing it, absolutely helpless and it’s killing you. your tone says as much when your boss comes into view, having chased after you at angeals heels. 

he looks at you with pity or empathy in his eyes, you really can’t tell which it is in your state but it’s a flicker before his face falls back into a serious expression and he’s firm in his answer. “no.”

before you can protest, the bubbling lid barely held over your emotions ready to crash into the ground and spill over, another explosion shakes the floors and walls, harder than the last time now that you’re closer to the source. you easily keep your balance but you feel dizzy at how quickly you turn around to head straight from it and nauseous when you see more smoke billowing down the long hallway.

you don’t make it a single full step before angeals strong grasp is around your wrist, keeping you in place. there’s no hiding what’s within you when it’s so evident in your eyes, all full of anguish and desperation, and no words are shared between you when you look back at him, just a knowing look that tells you about duty and honor above all else. even above love.

biting your bottom lip, you tear your gaze and your hand away from him and use all the willpower you have to keep your feet grounded but every passing moment your muscles scream to move. 

two slow minutes pass by and the security officers blocking the way begin to urge you back more at the orders you hear their commanding officer give them but you don’t budge and leave no room for question with the biting glare you give them when they try to touch you to get you to move. 

another minute ticks by, your brain not keeping up with your racing heart, neither in sync with the other as you take in breath after breath and beg yourself not to cry. this is agony like you had never felt before. like you were losing a part of yourself you had never had a hold of to begin with but there’s no regret. not yet anyway. just painful impatience while you hold onto hope and everything you have ever felt for sephiroth like it's a lifeline, until it’s being crushed in your grasp.

“i’m going in there,” you hear angeal say from behind you.

you’re ready to turn on your heels and demand to go with him when your eyes catch the faintest movement in the smoke. on bated breath you watch a tall frame emerge from the smoke and use all of your strength to not collapse under the weight of your relief when you can see sephiroth clearly, making long strides right towards you. he’s marked in soot, his armor charred and he’s practically dripping in mako from head to toe. it clings to him, falling like snow behind him in his steps but he’s alive and hardly looks fazed or out of breath.

you cannot say the same for yourself. ignoring the yelling of the troopers who demand for you to stay back when your legs carry you as quickly as they can to him, you look the same as the mess you feel inside but you don’t care who's around to see or what they might think. all you can focus on are the cyan eyes of the man you love in front of you and the taut tether that’s pulling you right into his arms.

throwing your arms around his neck, your entire body crashes against his but in his infinite strength, he holds steady. you can feel his arms hesitate to wrap around you in return but when they do, he holds you with such tender strength that both soothes you and breaks down the last of your barely held together demeanor with one arm strong arm wrapped around your middle, his other hand cradling the back of your skull.

“you’re okay,” you choke out like you had to hear it spoken out loud to believe it, feeling a few of your held back tears fall and melt against his cheek pressed against yours. a heartbeat echoes between you and you aren’t sure if it’s yours or his but underneath the smoke you can faintly smell his familiar leather and floral scent. he’s warm, so warm, his hair soft, his breaths steady against your own that try to match his. “you’re okay.”

his hold on you tightens and he shifts to stand nearly at his full height, lifting you onto the very tips of your toes, your bodies now completely flush, but you don’t struggle to hold onto him and he doesn’t let you go a bit. the large hand on the back of your head tangles into your hair and quietly, like the words were only meant for you, he whispers, “i’m okay.”

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