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"I will find you"

Request was Sephiroth x Reader, hi! I’d like to request a hurt/comfort sephiroth fic where seph saves the reader from being held captive and experimented on in the Shinra labs, tysm!!!

Sephiroth had known you for a long time now, a receptionist in ShinRa’s Guard Education Program. He’d needed to go there a few times to teach the Guards random procedures. Lazard had deemed it essential for the Guards' Morale. Sephiroth saw it more as time wasting, other than seeing you.

You’d always tried to cheer the gloomy SOLIDER up as he waddled up to your desk to report in.

“Hey, why the long face this time. You in to be ignored or to be drooled over?” You’d ask, glancing up at him with a slight smirk on your face.

“Hopefully you’re the only one drooling over me,” he’d reply with an attempt at flirting.

You howled with laughter in response. The Laugh made Sephiroth startle a little; he’d not expected that kind of response.

“Sorry, it’s just that was so unexpected. You're like a stone, and then you come out with that gem,” you said, still slightly chuckling.

That moment had started a somewhat flirtatious friendship.

Little did you know, your days at that desk. Flirting and joking with Sephiroth were numbered. Eyes had been on you. Paperwork had been drawn up, and darkness was coming.

“Y/N?”

You looked around, eyebrows raised—confused, of course. No one usually expects a guy in a lab coat to come up to you, other than when you're in a hospital or, well, a Lab.

“Yeah?” You questioned.

“Come with me, please…”

You didn’t trust them, but well, this was ShinRa, and you had to follow the rules. What you remembered from that time was lying on your back on a cold, hard table, someone talking. The words were disjointed.

“Subject one is prime… Good vitals and signs for project S… Has a good relationship with S, so results should be good… Perfect condition… Procedure shall start now…”

You blinked against the sleep, who’s the subject? Me? What’s Project S and who is this guy? You sighed and lay your head back again as sleep took over. You did manage to take in some of the man who was hovering over you: round glasses, slick black hair in a ponytail. Tall and bone thin. Hojo? What would Hojo want with you?

Sephiroth frowned as he came to the desk a week later and didn’t find you there. The desk receptionist looked up at him. A stuffy older man looking as boring as paper itself. He looked as if he survived purely on dust.

“Sorry, where is Y/N?” Sephiroth asked.

“Not here… She left a week ago. Went with someone in a lab coat. Probably got a new job in the science department,” He wheezed.

Sephiroth’s mind started reeling. Leaving the science department didn’t necessarily mean a new job. Still, he didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

“Right,” Sephiroth turned around and headed for the exit of the department.

“Mr…” Cough, cough “Mr Sephiroth, the training!”

“Cancelled and go see a doctor, you sound like you're fading away!” Sephiroth shouted back just before he got to the door.

The SOLDIER got to the science department in a reasonable amount of time. He began asking around for you, to the response of confusion. No surprise… He needed to go deeper. Find HIM…

It took an hour to find Hojo, deep within the Science department in a lab not known to the public. He was typing on a computer.

“Ahh, Sephiroth, what do I owe the pleasure?” Hojo stated without looking around.

He could see the SOLIDER on the computer screen in front of him. Sephiroth said nothing for a while, looking at the computer. ‘Successful first time result…’ was typed into the computer.

“Where is Y/N?”

“Y/N? Ah yes the woman we took in. She’s resting in her pod. Very good specimen, I look forward to working-“ A sword was stabbed through the screen.

Hojo shook his head and slowly turned in his chair, “They are expensive, you know…”

He wasn’t worried. His work was always automatically updated.

The sword came to rest on his shoulder blade, “I’m here for Y/N. It’s time I take her home.”

Hojo smiled. His smile felt cold, fake and not genuine. Sephiroth hated him. He wanted to know what he had done to you. He would kill him if he was given the chance.

“We’ll have to monitor her, but yes, you can be her… protector if you wish. It might even improve results!” Hojo said with horrible teeth showing.

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes. He’d get you out first, then find out what Hojo had done.

“Chadley, get y/n, please! Sephiroth is taking her home!”

Minutes passed like hours. A sword was still pressed to Hojo’s throat as you were half carried around the corner. You looked pale and sick.

“Y/N!” Sephiroth hurried to your side and scooped you into his arms.

“Sephiroth. Look at me, the damsel in distress. I feel drained. Can I sleep?” you said, resting your head against his shoulder.

Your heart calmed down for the first time in a long time since you’d been taken. You felt safe in his arms. Breathing deep breaths, trying to keep tears from flowing. Jokes or not, you were scared. Sephiroth would protect you now.

Your rescuer turned and walked away from Hojo. He knew Sephiroth would be back.

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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII Remake (Video Game 2020) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Aerith Gainsborough/Sephiroth Characters: Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Aerith Gainsborough, Zack Fair, Tseng (Compilation of FFVII), Hojo (Compilation of FFVII) Additional Tags: Forced Marriage, Mutual Non-Con, Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Pregnancy, un protected sex, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Hojo is fucking creepy, Warning: Hojo (Compilation of FFVII), Stabbing, Kidnapping, more tags to come Summary:

Aerith is taken from her home as part of ShinRa's greater plan. She is forced into a marriage with ShinRa's greatest war Hero. As time passes she gets to know Sephiroth better and eventually the two become close. Much to ShinRa's disgust, Sephiroth starts to fight back to protect his once reluctant wife.

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Aerith sat at her new kitchen table in Kalm. It hadn’t been an easy ride to get out of Midgar, a midnight move in a dusty old pickup. She was thankful her Mum had gone with her. Partly because she knew that Sephiroth would have contacted the Turks, she would have been brought in and… No, she didn’t want to think about that. She also needed her. The pregnancy was exhausting, and she felt wrong; however, she had no idea if this was because of Sephiroth's DNA or if it was a normal pregnancy. They had been there for some time now and had settled in, keeping a low profile. Aerith didn’t get out much. She didn’t want to; she felt scared most of the time.

When the child started moving, it began with little flutters at first, before stronger kicks came in. The stronger she got, the more scared she felt. Aerith eventually freaked out enough for her mum to take her to a midwife.

“It’s… It’s like a strong feeling,” Aerith stammered to the woman as she felt her stomach, “Really, we should get you a scan, but you’d have to go to mid-”

“No, not Midgar…” Elmyra cut in.

Aerith and the midwife looked up at her. The midwife went to speak, but Elmyra’s eyes were stern. She quickly closed her mouth again.

“Hmm, well, the baby feels fine. Comfortable, strong and wiggly. I’d measure you at 31 weeks,” The midwife said, setting down her tape measure and inviting Aerith to sit down.

“So, the… The kicking is normal. I expected it, but not so much,” Aerith said as she sat down.

“Yes, you have a very active baby. If that slows down or stops, you’ll need to come back. Now, Aerith, we haven’t seen you before?” The midwife asked as she picked up a clipboard and pen.

“Yes… We’ve moved to the area,” Aerith stated, hands clutched in her dress.

“Hmm, from Midgar?”

She scratched away at the paper, taking notes, pausing to look up when Aerith and her mother didn’t reply. She sighed, placing her notes down and shifting closer to Aerith.

“We… There are a lot of women who are fleeing Midgar. Confidentiality is key in my job. I’m going to assume this pregnancy was not planned.”

Aerith looked away as her mother placed her hands on her shoulders. The woman passed Aerith a tissue. She said nothing for a while, letting Aerith gather herself before gently asking, “Are we thinking of giving up the child?”

“No, I’d like to try and raise the child myself…”

That decision Aerith had come to in the end hadn’t been an easy one. But part of her understood that the child, although part Sephiroth, was also part Cetra. Her kind, and she would have a chance of not being so alone. Elmyra had her concerns, but had decided to stand with Aerith.

The Midwife nodded and wheeled back, continuing to ask her questions.

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Sephiroth looked up when Reno and Rude walked in. It had been weeks, months, and ShinRa had been in an uproar. Anger had been directed mainly at security, and some at Sephiroth. Sephiroth, however, had ignored all that. Aerith had been scared. Terrified even, and not only that, she was now pregnant. The search had been directed primarily in Midgar, but Sephiroth had an idea that she may have fled the city. ShinRa, for some reason, disagreed. That might have been because Zack had informed them she didn’t like the sky. Sephiroth had eventually asked the Turks to look outside the city.

“News?” Sephiroth asked a hand gripped in a fist.

“We have a lead. Kalm… Some notes have appeared in the Medical records of a “Lilly Rose”. She had no Birth certificate and she’s 31 weeks pregnant…” Reno stated cocking his head to one side.

Aerith loved flowers…

“Good work. Will Tseng let us go out there?” Sephiroth asked, standing.

“Us!? You can’t come! Your first class!” Reno snapped.

“I don’t exactly care,” Sephiroth replied, walking forward.

Reno looked to Rude, who in turn just shook his head. Well, who were they to disagree with ShinRa’s most highly trained guard dog? The duo turned and walked out the door with Sephiroth following behind.

That evening, they were climbing into a helicopter and heading out towards Kalm. Sephiroth wrung his hands together and bit his lip. He had no idea what he was going to say to Aerith. She’d be showing now… He sat perfectly quiet in the back, headphones on, just trying to think.

“Aye, Sephiroth?” Reno’s voice came down the line.

“Yes,” He replied simply.

“Don’t get too excited, we might not find her right away. We’ll keep an eye out for both her and her mother,” He explained.

Sephiroth grunted a reply. He trusted them. They were good at their job. Too good, but he still trusted them. He didn’t count on finding her right away.

“Do we have a plan to stay there?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“Hmmm, we have a place to stay. A safe house, but we never got permission from Tseng,” Rude replied.

“Right.”

So it would be that they have to travel over every day then. Right, so be it. He’d find her, he promised himself that much. It was his duty…

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Aerith settled herself back down on a chair at home to read. Her belly twitched at the movement of the child inside. She hummed and tentatively touched her belly. Something she hadn’t done before. The child moved under her hand. She let herself smile, let herself imagine it was Zack’s child, just for a second. She missed him, not hearing from him again since… how long now? Over ten months, maybe. She sighed,

“We need to think of a name for you…” She muttered, “But I have no idea if you’re a boy or a girl…” She muttered, reaching out for a book her mother had given her, A book of names.

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A week passed, and then two weeks, until eventually four weeks had passed with no sign of Aerith or her mother.

“Right, I think we should start looking for Elmyra more than Aerith,” Reno said one day as they stood in a doorway.

Rude nodded, “Keep a distance, follow her and bring Aerith back.”

Sephiroth grunted, “I don’t want her to get hurt.”

Reno smiled, “Now, why would we hurt her boss?”

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes at Reno, grabbing his arm, a soft darkness seemed to overcome them. The young Turk held up his hands, “Woah, boss, ya know we wouldn’t hurt her. Never have done before. I like Aerith.”

Sephiroth slowly let go, and Reno yanked his arm away, straightening his jacket. He glanced back at Sephiroth before stepping out onto the street. Eyes peeled for the familiar blond woman they know.

Elmyra herself had been careful for a long time, knowing that ShinRa might see her, so she often wore a coat and a hat. Something to disguise herself. To Protect Aerith. But that day, on that date, her concentration had lapsed. She’d relaxed to her surroundings. She just stepped out like she would have done in Midgar, stepped out to buy food for the week.

Reno’s eagle eyes spotted her in no time, “Bingo…”  

Sephiroth’s heart gave a small lurch. They’d found her. Sephiroth looked to Reno and nodded. They were to follow behind quietly. Not close, just from a distance.

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Elmyra unlocked the front door and headed inside, placing the shopping on the table. She sighed and started to put the items away.

“Aerith, come help me with the shopping, please,” She called.

Aerith walked carefully into the kitchen and smiled at her mum. She picked up a few items and began to put them away, stopping only when there was a knock at the door. Elmyra frowned and shook her head when Aerith went to the door.

“Ya hard to find when ya want to be princess,” Reno said as soon as the door was opened.

Aerith screamed and clutched at her stomach and staggered back. Elmyra dropped the items she was holding and ran to Aerith’s side. The three men stepped in the house. Sephiroth looked around and spotted Aerith.

“Aerith! Are you-”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Aerith screamed.

“Man was only questioning if ya were good princess,” Reno stated, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Aerith noted that Sephiroth looked a little hurt. She shut her mouth and looked away as Elmyra stepped in front of her.

“Mrs Gainsborough, Aerith will need to come with us now. She is listed as a missing person by ShinRa,” Rude stated in his usual calm manner.

“No. You took her from me. I won't let you do it again!” Elmyra snapped.

“You don’t have a choice,” Reno snapped back, stepping closer.

Sephiroth placed his arm across the young red head. His method would be helpful if they could attack, but Sephiroth didn’t want Aerith to lose her mother.

“I’m not looking to take Aerith from you,” Sephiroth said to the older woman.

“Then why did you forbid me from seeing her?” She snarled.

“I didn’t; that was ShinRa’s doing. I would not forbid you from seeing Aerith. You are her mother…”

Aerith winced behind Elmyra, still clutching her stomach, “S… Something's wrong…” She muttered.

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Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Reno (Compilation of FFVII), Rude (Compilation of FFVII), Rufus Shinra, Tseng (Compilation of FFVII), Reeve Tuesti, Reeve Tuesti's Assistant, Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Roche (Compilation of FFVII), Genesis Rhapsodos, Angeal Hewley, Cait Sith (Compilation of FFVII) Additional Tags: Comedy, Randomness, Not Canon Compliant, Adventure, Humor, Swearing, Attempt at Humor, Illness Summary:

Random list of Random happenings in ShinRa HQ- 

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ShinRa HR Report: Incident 2468

Paintballing competition - Day 28

The paintball competition was a mistake.

The only departments remaining are:

• HR (Me) • The Turks • SOLDIER • Engineering

I am alone… barricaded in my manager's office…

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"𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖, 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥."

"…𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠'𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟?"

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

ℤ𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕣

𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕍𝕀𝕀 ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙

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the goggles stay ON

Another rework (sweet dreams). I wanted to make his hair darker, accentuate the smile, and really make it look like he's leaning up off the pillow. Some of the shading is really rough, but idc :V

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A rework and alternative background for this guy. What happens when you've done something you can't atone for?

With this one, I really just wanted to take my "tired eyes" style to its logical extreme, push him way past basic attractiveness and into the dead-man-walking zone...

Now with redder eyes and more chaotic energy sparkles!

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Exception to the Rule Chapter 12: Insecurity

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It’s evening when you wake up from the nap you didn’t remember planning to take. You’re overheated, again because of this man. But this time, you consented to being held. You wiggle a bit to jostle him awake. “Hey, we need to eat something. It’s dinnertime.”

It’s a lazy evening with your energy levels dipping because of the nap that went on too long. You eat together, the weight of what you did hanging over you lightening as it becomes more normalized. As long as no one finds out, you remind yourself. Your mind drifts back to the possibility of war again. Instead of bringing that up and ruining the mood, you say, “You know, Scarlet hasn’t done anything for a while.”

“I did talk to her,” Rufus replies after swallowing a bite of food.

“I do appreciate that but I still don’t trust her.”

Rufus sits back straighter in his chair and nods decisively, “We’ll deal with it.”

You stare at him, unsure. Rufus is acting like things will just fall into place now and that you can take anything on together. You’re reminded of the meeting with his dramatic speech, demanding the board’s loyalty. It's not normally wise to put so much trust in one person—your father taught you that. But if you were going to put your trust in one person, it would be Rufus. It would have been two people if your mother was alive but she’s been gone for a long time.

You spend the next few days like a pair of sneaky teenagers waiting until the adults in the house are out, except you’re waiting for the staff to leave to fuck several mores times in other less comfortable, but more exciting, places. Before, you had to sneak around the staff and Rufus when you brought partners home but now there’s just the two of you in the evenings. It’s your place, right? Why shouldn’t you reclaim those surfaces as yours in the name of your new relationship? The few memories of your father coming home late from work fades with each passing day as the penthouse feels more like it belongs to you and your brother, rather than something you inherited. Rufus tries to initiate something at work, as well, but you refuse, despite his assurances that there is no CCTV in his office. He settles for longer than usual glances at you when no one else is looking.

Rufus had caught Reeve talking to you, again. It was after a board meeting that had wound down naturally, the energy of the executives low because of the failed expedition. Reeve caught you just as you walked out of the meeting room. Rufus spies this and hangs back, pretending that Darkstar needs attention. He watches you chat with the other director while continuing to pet his hound. His other hand is in a tight, trembling fist behind his back.

The seconds drag by and Reeve isn’t leaving. Rufus passes you both, instead. He heads to the elevator and slams the call button with that same fist. Once he’s inside, the button for the cafeteria level receives the same abuse.

~

Rufus’s upper lip rises as he jerks his face away from Reno’s hand.

“Boss-” Reno cuts himself off with a tut. “Lemme go get the chief’s healing materia.”

“I said no.”

It’s times like these that Rufus sounds like a child instead of a thirty-year-old. Reno resumes doing his best to tend to Rufus’ wounds. On occasion, Rufus will hit the battle simulator so hard that he injures himself. The Turks have trained with Rufus many times themselves when he was stuck down in their HQ on B3; they know Rufus can maneuver himself to avoid most injuries, even if plainly out of vanity. His appearance is one way he signals to the world what kind of man he is and maintains it fastidiously. On the rare occasion, he leaves that behind and emerges from the battle simulator with ripped clothes and mussed hair. There’s anger in his eyes but he never says who it’s directed at. What snaps him out of it is not the cuts, not the scrapes, not any burns, but seeing blood staining his white clothes. Tseng is usually the one who discards the now-useless clothes secretly. He also usually keeps his thoughts to himself. Reno doesn’t.

Reno decides to play dirty, hoping to push Rufus to accept proper care. “Really? What will the madam director say if she sees this,” he asks coyly.

Rufus would usually snap back at such an obvious manipulation. Instead, there’s a split second of fear in his light-blue eyes before he presses his lips together and huffs. “Fine.”