#Seph stupid idea

[lecliss]

I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

[prismaticpichu]

Hi, Pi! Hope you're having a good day. This is a little generic, but I love you little "Jenova shocks" that get Sephiroth sometimes and all of a sudden everyone's panicking trying to calm him down. If you have any of these scenarios, I'd appreciate the spookiness!

Hope you’re having an amazing one too!! <33 And omg, not generic at all! I live for these types of headcanons lmao! xD Always up for some good ol’ Jenova making a mess in the mental kitchen™️ shenanigans. Let’s do this! *plops on chef’s hat*

Even without puppet strings directly fettered to his mind, or even being in Mumsy’s direct line of psychological fire, Sephiroth can still act up when handled the wrong way. This fella doesn’t need to be a mesmerized, coerced-into-deadly-arson drone to be dangerous. No sir. Not at all. Certain triggers can still catalyze that celestial biology of his, and in the process, ultimately awaken millennial-old eradicative instincts laying dormant in his blood. This is what we call Sephiroth going absolutely Cujo. And it is very dangerous, and very scary.

Did you… did you not want 2K words of this? Oops.

~~~

It happened one night, at Angeal’s place, when he, Genesis, Sephiroth, and the newly-promoted Zack were all clustered on the couch watching a movie. There had been much squabbling beforehand as to what flick to watch exactly—particularly between the oil and water that is Genesis & Sephiroth—which ultimately prompted Angeal to let the pupper take the reins. It also helped that it was Zack’s first time hanging with the revered Firsts; Genesis didn’t care much for the “whelp” at all, while Sephiroth actually didn’t mind his presence. It was just a splinter of something warm, really, a slight elevation from the chilly neutrality he had with the other SOLDIERs below him. Surrendering (remote) control didn’t bother the man very much, especially when it was to someone as harmless as Zack. And especially when it meant that that control was not going to Genesis.

Surprisingly, a compromise was made pretty easily. Zack had cruised down the animation subsection in search of something wholesome and colorful—after Angeal said no to the “bloody blockbusters.” Hmph! He would NOT get nightmares. Anyways, what they ultimately stumbled across was something they could all agree upon: a nice, adorable movie with a smiling deer on the thumbnail. Zack wanted to squish the deer’s face, Angeal loved the floral scenery, Genesis appreciated its longevity, and Sephiroth had a hidden fascination with woodland creatures. Zack had picked well. Even Genesis admitted that the pupper’s taste wasn’t so “repugnant” after all.

So, they flicked on the movie and sat back. And y’know what? The four military minds did in fact enjoy it! It was so serene… so cute. Sephiroth stifled a chuckle as the titular deer learned to walk, Genesis humming along to the classical music. It was nice, really, Sephiroth thought, to just watch something so tranquil amid the tumultuous world they lived in, to fly off to a small oasis of beauty and bonding as he was bubbled in the warmth between his comrades. It was… perfect.

Y’know. Until It happened.

Bambi, as the fawn was called, was running. And running. And running. And running. Snow was billowing around him in blinding cascades of ice, the music escalating to match the racing legs of suspense. Bambi’s mother was right behind him—she was RIGHT behind him. But they were growing apart. Apart. Further and further apart.

Sephiroth raked his nails into the couch, his gaze becoming more and more fixated on the screen. On the deer. On the son. Locked. Praying. Fragmenting.

He was running. And running. And running. And—

No… no where was his mother…? Where was HIS—

Where was HIS—

The gunshot went off.

And Sephiroth felt the ringing.

Zack let out a little squeak, rattled by the sudden plunge in tone; Angeal cupped his hand over his mouth; Genesis breathed a shallow curse of surprise. Sephiroth didn’t know how long he was sitting there, simply staring, as Bambi crept his way out of the den. As he navigated back through the snow. As he called out in anguish.

Unanswered.

Angeal noticed the almost paralyzed look first, reaching over and pausing the movie.

“Sephiroth?” he ventured slowly. “Are you okay?”

Sephiroth didn’t hear him; the world still rang, serrated and knifelike in his ears. He stated at the frozen image now, at the fawn’s tormented face. One that was full of pain. Full of loss. Full of grief. Abandoned.

…Abandoned.

Abandoned.

Abandoned.

Abandoned.

“No…” He glared daggers at the TV screen, raking his nails deeper into leather. “Don’t leave your son. Don’t leave your son. Don’t leave your SON.”

“…Sephiroth?” Zack shrunk against the cushions.

“Do not leave your son. Do not leave your son. Do not leave your son.” He stood up, his focus honing into a snarl. “Do not leave your son. Do not leave your son. Do NOT LEAVE YOUR—“

“Sephiroth, calm down.” Angeal reached for his arm—

Sephiroth seized it.

And before a gasp of pain could be let out, as five savage nails plunged into his skin, the man was thrown into a wall. Violently. A bomb of plaster erupted with the impact, dust and paint rivering down from the human-shaped crater formed under the window.

“SEPHIROTH!” Genesis jolted up beside him. “What the HELL was that?!”

Unfortunately, the auburn was met with the same fate. Two blistering eyes snapped his way, pupils rattling, the man’s teeth bared, snarling, and he lunged for his companion—shoving him backwards into the stony ledge of the counter.

“TAKE COVER!” Zack threw himself behind the sofa, landing with a thump. Did this happen often??! What the heck was going on??! The General was acting so nice before!

Meanwhile, that General turned his seething attention back to the TV—to the son, to the loneliness, to the abandoner. ABANDONER. He threw his fist into the screen, and the lonely fawn went black.

He was alone.

Alone.

Alone.

Alone.

Angeal, coughing, peeled himself off from the wall. He gaped horridly at the condition of all three of his friends. “Sephiroth!“

Sephiroth’s head shot back towards him, and again he lunged.

Angeal obstructed the man this time, seizing him by his own wrists, his feet quaking and equilibrium faltering as he fought to keep those savage nails from plunging back into him.

“GENESIS! Do you have a Sleep on you?!”

Genesis collected himself from the ground, crimson drizzling from temple. He looked genuinely panicked. “No!”

“Why?!”

“Because I didn’t expect him to go APESHIT, Angeal! Why do you think?!”

“Great…” Angeal muttered, before a hiss of pain tore jaggedly through his lips. His elbows rattled against the force trying to bend them backwards.

“Sephiroth!” he futility tried again, desperate. “We’re your friends! LOOK!” He gestured with his head towards a side table, to a framed photograph of the three of them.

Sephiroth didn’t look; instead, he overpowered the other, and with a wildfire in his eyes threw his friend backwards and into the coffee table. It shattered.

“GEAL!” Zack cried, inadvertently revealing his location as he jolted up from behind the couch. Sephiroth snapped towards the boy then, the same murderous blaze now homing in on him, ready to lunge.

Genesis swooped in before he could; he wrangled Sephiroth’s arms, distracting him, grappling to keep him in place as the man clawed and snarled and balked.

“Jesus Christ what is the MATTER with you?!”

Another snarl was his response; another snarl, and joining Angeal in the bones of the coffee table as he overpowered him as well.

“Gahhhhhh!” Zack grabs fistfuls of his hair, panicking over the sight of the two incapacitated SOLDIERs. He needed to do something—quick! Sephiroth was acting like some kind of crazed Chocobo, all wild and violent. How did you quell a crazed Chocobo…? How did you quell a crazed Sephiroth…?

Zack willed his breath to steady, coming around from the sanctuary of the couch.

“Get away from his, Zack!” Angeal warned.

With no more roadblocks, there was nothing standing in the way between the rabid General and the anxious puppy. Nothing stopping him from whipping around to him. Nothing stopping him from utterly ripping him in two.

Zack stood tall though, swallowing his heart, and did the thing he knew best: charging forward and throwing his arms and legs around the older man’s neck, proceeding to ride on his shoulders like a frantic bull in a rodeo.

“Calm down! Calm down!” he shouted. “It’s okay!”

“GET OFF OF ME!” Sephiroth snarled, ramming into the wall in an attempt to shake his rider off; Zack bonked his head, letting out a yelp, but SOLDIERs skulls were pretty darn strong. He just held on tighter.

“Never!” he shouted unwaveringly. “Not until you calm down!”

“GET OFF!”

“NO!”

Sephiroth continued to snarl—why was he SNARLING?—using his nails like they were claws as he tried to scratch his face off.

“It’s just a movie, Sephiroth!” Zack let the words tumble from his mouth, a desperate solace he was reaching for. That was what had triggered this whole thing, wasn’t it? That scene! That darn, sad scene!

“It’s just a movie! You’re okay!”

“He was a ALONE!” Sephiroth roared, another bash against the wall. “ALONE.”

“Yeah! But you’re NOT!” Zack clutched him tighter. “You got your pals here, remember?! They’re right here!”

Here.

Here.

Here.

Sephiroth didn’t bash into the wall again; he stopped, huffing, like he was processing the other’s words. Like they were sticky, painfully wading through a wall of molasses in order to reach him.

“We’re right here.” Angeal echoed his student in a kind, strong assurance, his back cracking as he raised himself to a sit.

“We never left, you NUT!” Genesis joined his friend with his own plea. Whatever Zackary was doing—as insane at is was—it was working. Somehow.

And it was. Sephiroth stared at the two men on the floor, staring like he was trying to remember why he was staring and who he was staring at. But the fire was ebbing in his eyes. His breath was slowing, his heart was quelling. The Chocobo was quelling.

“See?” Zack said kindly, giving one last reassuring squeeze. “You’re just fine. You’re just fine… Please stop throwing people into furniture now.”

That seemed to push Sephiroth to the finish line; slowly, the man closed his eyes, falling to his knees as he panted long, pained bursts of oxygen. Zack dismounted off him, crouching beside his new friend in concern. His eyes were majorly strained… It looked like a migraine if the boy didn’t know any better.

The coast clear, Angeal and Genesis picked themselves up, making their own way to their friend.

“Sephiroth?” Angeal ventured again, also crouching down beside him. “Are you okay?”

“…….Yes,” Sephiroth said through his breath. “I’m fine.”

“That’s it. I’m calling Hojo right now.” Genesis stalked off towards the telephone.

As Sephiroth watched him leave, he let his gaze idly roam around, catching sight of the crater and shattered table and splotch of blood on the counter. Acute guilt flashed through his eyes, the flames smothered. Whatever happened was a blur, a nauseous smear of rage and emotion and something bursting from the trenches of his soul. But he knew what he had done.

“I’m…”

Angeal laid a hand on his younger friend’s shoulder. “It’s alright. I’m just glad Zack calmed you down.”

“He… did?” Sephiroth turned to the boy beside him, both confused and marveled as he met the young blue eyes

“…Thank you.”

Zack smiled at him in return. “Anytime.”

~~~

Movie night was relocated to Genesis’s place, as Angeal placed an order for some new furniture and paint. Needless to say the rest of the movie went much smoother; both Genesis and Angeal decided it was best if Zack sat nearby Sephiroth, which ultimately resulted in Zack falling asleep against him. And Sephiroth, for his part, didn’t mind too much. Just as he didn’t mind anything else in the movie.

He glanced between his two best friends + one, sandwiching him on the couch, and couldn’t help but let a small, warm smile form. The whole mess was a blur, yes, but one thing did manage remain clear in his mind.

The fact that he wasn’t alone.

[phoenixcatch7]

The problem I'm having with one of my stories is that it is compelling - but not clicking.

It's a sephiroth gets reincarnated into mdzs. Straightforward. I've got several branching paths: lwj, jc, nmj (my personal fave) and the jade twins (one mind in two bodies). All five of them have great potential, but for some reason my heart is set on sephiroth!lwj, because the aesthetic is sublime.

But! It's! Not! Working!

My main problems are a) despite similar surfaces, sephiroth has fundamentally different morals and life experiences to lwj and lwjs morals are a huge part of his and wwx's stories. B) I can't NOT have wangxian. I don't ship often at all, but when I do I'm pretty set on it lol. I don't want to deny soulmates. Unfortunately I HATE writing romance. C) I do not think sephiroth should be in any sort of romantic relationship at all nor can I see him wanting one. I've read tons of fics where he is in relationships (healthy or otherwise) and they're amazing, yes, but... Under my pen it's just not in the cards. And I do feel pairing him with wwx would just amplify wwx's worst traits, which is the opposite of what lwj does for him.

Everything's in conflict, but the lure of sephiroths second childhood in strict gusu and his complicated feelings about it, wwx being a perfect mix of all his important people with a spine of steel and righteousness that they all lost as everything fell apart, the relationship between sephiroth and his new mother, and how he'd inexplicably lose her too, the white on white aesthetic, the older identical brother, the cruel angels aesthetic with the benevolent demon, the angst of wwx's defection and death, his relationship with qi as a planet's overflowing life force, the tragedy of the mourning angel, monster x monster.... It calls to me.

But there's also the way wwx becoming a demonic cultivator was so vital to winning the war, and the way that affected things, gave him a legitimacy. Involve the silver soldier, and well. Everything else becomes a little extraneous lol. And sephiroth himself is such a big mover and shaker, I don't know what I could do to manage that without wiping out 80% of the remaining jianghu after the burial mounds siege with sephiroth appointing himself king lmao. He's not the kind of person to make small ripples, you know?

And I'd love a twin jades au to sort of turn the chaos inwards a bit (nmj and jgy would be Excellent foils) but again, I can't separate wangxian and imagining scenes feels a bit too close to incest for my tastes, even when it's ONE PERSON in identical bodies!

It's frustrating, wanting to write a non romance fic set in a love story lol. I just. I hate writing romance. But wangxian just don't want to be parted.

But the image of lwj in the xuanwu cave secretly covering a feverish wwx with his wing, only to notice a handful of white feathers pushing through the black as he unknowingly becomes a better person through showing care for other people, shaking his own deep belief that he is a horrible irredeemable creature incapable of love. Caught in an act of love. Hnggh.

Any ideas?!

[koko-heads]

yerrrppp

[altocat]

If Sephiroth had a chocobo, what breed would it be? What do you think he'd name it?

I've always entertained the idea of Seph taking in a stunted or runty chocobo and raising it to its full potential. Maybe an albino. He already projects wayyy too much onto Cloud. So there's no way he wouldn't see himself in his pet birb as well.

As for names...Sephiroth is not the creative type. That chocobo would end up being called something stupid like "Snow" or "Egg" or even just "Chocobo" lmao

[aleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

What do you think would happen if AGS got transported back to the jurassic period? 🦖

You guys are really making it incredibly hard for me to shut up about dinosaurs I was trying to keep the obsession to myself/lh

• the Jurassic period was around 190 millions of years ago, the golden time for dinosaurs, the period right before Cretaceous period(when dinosaurs said bye-bye). Climatic and geologic changes allowed a lot of flora and fauna to develop in the ambient, the flowers started to bloom more often and thanks to this you could find more species like Diplodocus and Brachiosaurus(🦕)

• As soon as they get there, they find themselves confused, thinking they just got somehow teleported into a random forest, yet the ground starts shaking, and all three of them get ready to fight whatever that big monster is... And they find themselves with a diplodocus coming over to eat some leaves at the top of a tree. As soon as they realize they're being surrounded by gigantic lizards who can easily kill them by accidentally stepping on them, the three decide it's a good idea to search for a place where they can hide.

• a few hours pass by and they're exhausted, the ambient being humid and hot it's only making the suffering even worse, specially considering that the only fruits they could possibly eat are either probably poisonous for them or at the top of the trees. Yet in the middle of the night as they're walking, a bit Allosaurus stands right in front of them.

Genesis, who's read the Jurassic park novels before watching the movies to compare how faithful they are to the original, confused it with a T-Rex and stands in front of both Angeal and Sephiroth

Gen: "stay still, I've read about them, it's vision is 'based on movements'..." He said as if he was Robert Muldoon

Seph: "isn't that pure fiction? I don't believe those novels actually provide scientifically proved evidence and facts about-"

Gen: "shut up! You're just an ignorant who can't comprehend the educational value literature can offer!"

As soon as he says that the Allosaurus simply goes straight up to try and eat them, clearly not giving a shit if they're moving or not, and even if his vision was "based on movements" he could still smell those stinky men and hear their stupid banter.

They're all eaten up by the dinosaur, the end.

• Sephiroth enters the lobby at the Shinra headquarters next morning, searching for the rest of the first class. Apparently, it was a weird dream that somehow all of them had the same night.

Sephiroth: "I don't usually have dreams, but last night something really weird happened-.... What's going on with Genesis?"

Angeal: "don't even bother to ask, you're just going to alter him even more."

Genesis, who's sitting on a chair, hugging his legs and swinging back and forth like a maniac: "it was... So gross.. that smell makes me nauseous just by thinking about it... That thing didn't even bother to chew on us.."

[crisiscutie]

Bit of a stupid question: I noticed in a couple of the sub Sephy fics you’ve written, particularly your most recent, poor boy gets incredibly aroused at the idea of breeding darling, but never actually gets to - have you ever written sub Seph actually getting to breed her? I’m not active enough on here to know if you have or not, so you can ignore this if you have 👍

Not yet! But I certainly can. I do love it, as it is an essential part of both the breeding and femdom kinks. And I think Sephiroth, no matter the version, would certainly enjoy working to earn that special privilege. To plant a seed of love into his goddess and nurture it with her is the ultimate dream. And he'd be damned if any other man thinks he can compete with him. He wouldn't even tolerate himself besting him.

pairing: C.C. Sephiroth/EVA (Goddess Darling)

Content Warning: NSFW, Mommy Kink, Thigh Crushing, Futanari, Egg Laying/Birth, etc... Multiple DDDNE Kinks.

Sephiroth devoured your cunt like a ravenous wolf, causing you to moan softly and tighten your thighs around his head.

He's squeezed your fleshy thighs tightly, a sure sign of him begging you to squeeze him more since his mouth is too busy worshiping every little bit of your plump cunt.

He could be such a needy brat. If he wasn't doing such a great job, you would've stopped squeezing him by now.

When he removed his tongue from your cunt, there was a slight resistance because of your muscles contracting around it.

Your growing, trembling clit received a sweet kiss from him when you climaxed, coating his face in your addictive juices.

"Thank you for granting me this treat, Mother..." He said, his twisted kitten eyes beaming at you.

"Now you're happy?" you said coolly. "You were pouting like a brat not too long ago."

You rose, giving him the opportunity to sit up as you settled on his lap, noticing his hard bulge.

"Mother, I apologize. I'll be better for you..." he said, nuzzling apologetically into your neck while rubbing his clothed bulge against your cunt.

You knew what he wanted. He had just served your cunt as you ordered, but there's something you else you wanted.

Your cold JENOVA-pink eyes locked with his intense blue ones as you cupped his cheeks.

"Did you retrieve my crystal from your last mission, Sephiroth?"

He nodded, taking out the small crystal and pressing it against your lips.

You accepted it, devouring it like candy. Your round pupils dilated as the power surged through you.

"Good boy," you whispered, as he pressed your hand to his cheek and nuzzled it.

His smile beamed brighter when you freed his angry, throbbing cock from his pants and positioned your gushing, plump cunt over it.

As he reached for your hips, you shot him a death glare. "No," you said. "lay down. You haven't earned that privilege."

Obeying you, he silently pouted, his smile quickly transforming into a brief frown.

...But that frown turned into a face of pure euphoria when he felt your cunt blessing his cock.

You didn't bother taking it slow. You kept forcing your cunt down to his base repeatedly.

This was the one bone you'd throw him, since getting that crystal couldn't be an easy task.

You grunted when his cock head kissed your cervix.

You pushed aside your goddess robes, revealing that your clit had morphed into a thick alien cock, smacking against his chiseled abs as you rode him like a bitch in heat.

He whined endlessly for you, his slit pupils dilating from your cunt suffocating his cock.

You might just let him cum in you... You wondered if the spawn born from his seed will be human compared to the multitude of other monstrosities you birthed.

His hands quivered, teetering between the urge to grab your hips and brutalize your cunt. Yet, he must stay a good boy for you. He must.

He's all set to make your insides white as snow, but only when you command him.

"You're phenomenal, mother," he gasped, his dark smile spreading wide and bright.

You let out a sharp groan of pain and pleasure, breaking your cold facade!

Fuck, fuck. Inside your alien cock, a cluster of small eggs began to line up, making your cock visibly bulge.

You need to cum now. They were so difficult to expel, especially alongside your seed. So you rode Sephiroth faster than ever, panting as you held onto him tight.

Amazingly enough, he still didn't touch you, even in his euphoric trance.

How cruel it was, not even given the chance to suckle from your bouncing bosom.

And he would've been more than happy to coax the eggs and cum out of your cock, but you wouldn't even let him do that.

But at last, you couldn't contain yourself any further and let out a loud scream, releasing onto his chest and splattering some onto his face.

Peacefully resting in the crevice of his abs, the transparent alien eggs, covered in your cum, revealed the outline of the developing lesser pink spawn within them.

Both of you were trembling violently, yet you managed to gather enough strength to lean down and whisper in his ear.

"Release," you ordered.

As per your command, he screamed while his cum filled your womb, ensuring nowhere of your insides was left untouched.

You ran your fingers over his cheek-length bangs and caressed his head as he recovered.

"My sweet boy..."

[gomacave]

Heyy abt your au, how does seph plan to ascend? Like what is her idea of ascension even?? This hasn't left my mind since yesterday I swear hdkdbd

HIII THANK U FOR BEING INTERESTED IN MY STUPID AU IT MEANS SO MUCH 2 ME🫰🫰🫰

anyways.

similar to canon i think that she and jenova (the virgin mary statue here) have some sort of a psychic connection (tho idk how much of it is just imagined by seph) but she believes that it's talking to her and needs her and its sending her signs.

i think the beginning of all of this is when she starts sprouting a wing and the more she listens to jenova and does what it asks of her the more the wing grows & seph gets powerful. though eventually id like 2 think it stops being ab serving/listening to jenova or whatever and becomes real personal (like in canon where shes like mother.............. and projects all her personal issuez onto alien mommy) (i think shes an orphan here adopted by the headmaster maybe) (and is very very very lonely like in canon)

anyways she gets cloud to help her complete the things that she thinks jenova wants. i want there 2 be like a secret society dark academia vibe where its connected w the school theyr at & they find secret passages and stuff. and cloud can feel super special helping the beautiful admired school idol sephy secretly after school on her DIVINE MISSION. it's their little secret<3 skipping class to make blood sacrifices. slay! (THIS IS OBVIOUSLY EVIL) (WHICH CLOUD IGNORES UNTIL THE END)

anyways heres how i imagine their first real meeting where cloud accidentally stumbles on her checking on her wing in the chapel !

again thank u for the ask!!!! and also indulging me in my stupidly self indulgent and sooo far from canon au

[lily-alphonse]

Omg pls do smth for Haley x Sebastian. I can imagine her hating him for being the ‘town freak’ but she actually loves him yk yk??

Hi Seph! I had an insane brain blast for this one and I would love to write it one day. I'm going to try to summarize as best as I can because my brain is absolutely sprinting with this idea and I already have the makings of a full fic formed lol. 

I checked AO3 for funsies and was surprised to find they genuinely are rare, I was expecting more. At the time of my search I see ten, you can click here to see existing Haley/Seb on AO3.

I actually have a plan for these two to hook up in my SamAlex series (it isn't posted anywhere yet but sooo soon, you can check out the ask its based on though) but that's more casual, let’s give them the makings of a real relationship this time.

I might have seen this somewhere but I love the idea of Haley going to Sebastian for weed, and that's how they get closer.

I need Sebastian to SAVE her. That’s what got me all fired up. That’s my climax.

Ok so initially, Haley definitely just sees Sebastian as a freak, especially because he was even weirder in high school while he was figuring out his style and stuff. 

She dreads that she has no other option but to go to him for weed, preferring to go through Sam whenever possible, but Jodi is really strict you know, he can't always be meeting her for stuff like that or keeping weed in his place. 

So she has no choice but to meet him.

Sebastian has changed. He's grown, he's gotten his style together. He's kind of punk, but Haley doesn't hate it. (I'm imagining @modern-gremlin 's interpretation of Sebastian for this). Haley's even a little intrigued, but won't admit it to herself. He's not the kind of guy she usually goes for.

The first time she meets him at his house on the mountain she complains about the trek, but she’s wearing fashionable heeled boots and Sebastian looks at her like she’s stupid. “Nice boots.”

“Is that sarcasm?”

Sebastian can't tell if she’s asking that seriously or not. It makes things awkward (high implications that Haley is autistic I love autistic Haley fanon). “Maybe” he decides to answer.

She waggles a gloved finger at him. “No, no. I don’t take sarcasm. I will thank you for your compliment, and your backhanded joke is ruined,” she says matter-of-factly.

Sebastian, amused and a little high, just chuckles and says “Okay.”

“Thank you. Now where’s my weed?” 

Sebastian shakes his head to himself, an incredulous smile glued to his face. He can’t quite shake his sarcastic tendencies when he gestures back to the house, “After you my lady.” 

She nods and flips her blonde hair behind her.

They start meeting up regularly, usually once a month. Always short business dealings. At first Sebastian does offer to smoke her out so she can test it, but she refuses. More than potentially being awkward, she really prefers just to smoke at parties. It's not that she doesn't trust him, she supposes she does if she's buying weed from him, and he never seems to short her.

I want to have a buildup bonding moment where she learns something about him that's surprising and she likes it. Maybe she comes by and he is working on his motorcycle (🥵 every Sebastian lover when we get that scene) and after that starts opening up to him a bit more.

She starts letting him know about the parties she is going to in town where she's taking the weed to. When it seems a little sus or new territory, he asks her how she's getting home and stuff like that, just to make sure she's safe, and she laughs him off. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. He assures her anyway that if she's ever in a bad situation she can call him or Sam. They are often in town on the weekend anyway. Haley is touched at that.

She decides maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get high with him sometime. I’m thinking the first time is a fun little hangout with a group though I’m not sure who exactly yet. Essentially I need them to get high and have a good time and with their guards down there actually starts to be a little romantic tension between them but they can’t do anything about it because of the others there. 

Next we get a party scene where Haley is kind of checked out and uninterested in hooking up or playing any racy party games because unfortunately she’s kind of hung up on Sebastian now. Both are individually having their own 'damn I might have caught feelings' moments.

A few days after those realizations they stumble across each other by accident and are both sober, that's important. They have a cute little sober moment like she comes across him in the woods as she’s taking pics, or he takes her out on his motorcycle. By the end of it they are officially both interested in each other. They are looking forward to seeing each other again, but neither of them has spelled out that they're dating. 

Then, first conflict. Something happens, probably some kind of miscommunication. They don’t end up reconciling before Haley gets herself into trouble at the next party she goes to.

This bit originally got too graphic for this post so I will just say, she ends up in a bad situation, and manages to call Sebastian.

Sebastian comes in fully prepared to do jail time. I'm not pretending he is a big guy, I know that, he knows that. He has just seen some shit in his life and knows how to defend himself. Plus it helps that he is pissed. He majorly fucks up the bad guy and rescues Haley.

She's super out of it but murmurs his name. "Seb..."

“I told you I’d come get you,” he says, choking on relief. 

Haley smiles a little and closes her eyes again. He picks her up, walking out of the party cradling her in his arms. 

And then we could get an epilogue of them properly reconciling and becoming official and all that teehee

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soft muse drop: orion aisa

A PAINTER, A FORGER, AND A BIT OF A RECLUSE. identical (trans man) twin to persephone aisa (@/huntershowl), orion works for THE UNSEEN as the inner-circle replicator, identity crafter, you know the drill. don't get on his bad side or your next undercover name is gonna be dumb as shit!

though he's always been a softer sort than his twin sibling, he shares her snark and rebellious tendencies, and his sense of humor outmatches theirs. the twins were born under a dark sky on the winter solstice, when the veil was thin, and on the day of their birth, something unknowable marked them. where persephone's void-trait is smoky hair, orion's sclera are pitch black, glittering — as the darkest parts of seph's hair do — with faint smatterings of stars. his irises, in contrast, are rings of glowing white.

iris, that is. his right eye is gone, covered by an eyepatch made of soft black satin. orion favors soft cotton and silky textures in clothing; he hates feeling restricted, so flowy blouses and wide-leg pants are the go-to. (a canvas apron loosely fitted over them, of course.) you'll never find him with hands free of ink or paint stains. too much to do, never enough time to let them fade. and naturally, there is always a pen and a tiny notebook somewhere on his person.

it's rare orion goes anywhere other than his apartment and the coworking space he shares with the unseen's inner circle. when he does go outside, it's not for very long. incredibly nervous about getting social interactions wrong, he has simply decided it's best not to risk it. but when he does make a friend? he is steadfast and loyal. a real one. (and a bit of a scamp.)

bio below!

being neurodivergent in a space that barely has words — let alone infrastructure — for the care he needs, orion struggled during his early days in the unseen. he was called stupid in more ways than he could count. children were to be molded and shaped by their handlers into efficient tools. he learned quickly to stay quiet and out of the way. they taught him to fight, but he was never very good, often uncoordinated and too in his head to react quickly enough. between the two of them, it was seph that excelled at violence. but after gaining some respect and renown among their peers and handlers, she stopped following orders without the condition that orion be left alone — and after several failed attempts to get her in line, they reluctantly agreed.

it was a good thing they did. it was dropping the leash that led to their realization that orion was an excellent life artist, able to copy down visual details near-perfectly. they enrolled him in the non-physical track with other scrawny and brainy kids: they would train as engineers, spies, dog trainers, fences. as his forging skills skyrocketed, orion quickly caught up to seph's level of renown.

he lost his eye during the twins' failed escape attempt as teenagers. it was seph's idea; the higher they climbed, the more they realized it would become their futures if they weren't careful. crime was only supposed to be a way to make a quick buck and get a little tougher on the streets while they searched for better work. orion was ready to resign himself to his fate; persephone, ever the hothead and the architect of their first escape from their parents as children, refused to give up.

of course, they were caught. by the tower themself, no less: the leader of the entire organization turning their wrath on them was the worst possible outcome, and now it stared them in the face. persephone took responsibility for the mistake. of course they did; it had been their idea, and they would have let fletch kill them right there if it lessened the suffering their brother had to feel. orion's tongue was bound up in his mouth, fear tangling up the words in his throat.

the punishment was harsh and traumatizing, but afterwards the twins sought refuge in the freedom and anonymity of the tower's inner circle. they allowed him to live as he needed to live and grow his skills in a way that worked for him. so long as he produced results, that was all that mattered. and he and persephone could finally live together.

which they did, in relative peace and with relative ease. after walking through the fire, they now had the freedom to work as they pleased, do what they wanted with their spare time, and spend more money than they would ever know what to do with. sometimes persephone cooked for him, like they had when they were kids — nowadays they could only really make donburi and ketchup rice, though, so they went out to eat or ordered in more often than not. things were good. they were happy.

and then his sister vanished for two years.

in the beginning, fletch reassured orion that they had gone deep undercover for a job and would return when it was finished. when a year passed with no word, the inner circle's murmurings became constant gossip; his coworkers walked on eggshells around him, and he became quieter than he had ever been.

another year passed — still no word. the tower, amari fletch, did not seem worried, despite the fact that they were running business without a right hand; if they were reacting to her disappearance in any way, they kept it quiet. orion occasionally caught them beginning to turn to ask her something, then stop. but he never confronted them, because any time he considered it he remembered how it felt to listen to his sibling's screams as fletch tore their arms from their sockets. how it felt to lose his eye. he didn't dare, and he hated himself for it.

persephone returned to him in a medical coma. her throat had been cut, and a third-degree burn stretched up the right side of her body. the riots that day — the exile riots, people getting up in arms about a politician's disappearance — had caused explosions and fires all over the city, but who could have gotten to her? orion had never seen persephone taken off guard. and he would never find out. after she woke up, they barely lasted two weeks living together before they had an explosive argument and persephone stormed out.

she never spoke to him again. it has been three years.

they live in the same tiny, tight-knit social circle, but persephone ghosts him every chance they get, only interacting when it is absolutely necessary for work. he lost himself in grief and anger for some time; that first year was... really rough for both of the twins & the rest of the inner circle. vibes were rancid. everyone was on edge all the time. but ... eventually, things evened out; orion went from desperation to anger to resignation. he poured himself into his work to an unhealthy degree.

life goes on, after all.

VERSES

BNHA — along with his sister persephone, orion still works for the unseen as one of their high-level lieutenants ( the inner circle, known as the sanctum ). though everyone in the sanctum doubles as a hitman, orion is by far the worst fighter. even when he and seph were spies in UA's hero course, he worked as a support student and avoided fighting whenever possible.

quirk: iterate! he can perfectly replicate anything he sees from memory as long as he has the right amount of matter on hand. the more complicated the object, the more difficult it is for him to do so. additionally, he can add or change details while forming the new duplicate object. this is what allows him to perfectly replicate IDs, even when they have special embedded anti-forgery materials within them. he's also used this to quickly turn chunks of metal into iterations on support weapon designs, but he doesn't do this much anymore.

quick notes: orion and seph were pulled out of the hero course just before graduation ( or in current-gen verse, right when the war starts to get serious ). he remains in the united states until the present day, in his mid to late twenties, following hellhound from the US to japan (the whole sanctum does, actually — they're helping the unseen get a foothold here, now that the shie-hassaikai has been neutered.)

though his sister is still ghosting him, he stubbornly keeps tabs on her.

[aria0fgold]

So I procrastinated drawing and decided to do a hunger games simulator with some OCs (couldn't remember much human OCs and I didn't wanna just include the entire family tree of Alec and Ray so some nonhuman ones are included). I decided to include myself in it too so I can give my OCs a chance to come at me for putting em through this.

Here in Day 1 and we immediately see THREE DEAD

Rozalynda btw is a human oc that's a parent figure to a nonhuman oc (that I didn't include here) She's very sweet actually, very mom coded, so seeing her team up with Alerik to drown Cas is insane. Mel being a boyfailure and steps on a landmine, you tried your best, Mel...

One, it's VERY FUNNY how a 13 year old kid snatched a mace from me. And two, Crystal finding a bag full of explosives is VERY IN CHARACTER.

Night 1

Alec just straight up killed the dude, didn't even gave him a chance to be in the situation longer, scary...

Now this is just... really sad. Marcie and Seph are BESTIES!!! WHY DID YOU DO THAT MARCIE???

Also btw Clarissa is Ray's younger sister.

Day 2

Seeing myself and Alerik teaming up for a short time to split up and search for resources is very on brand, I think. Considering Alerik's situation (his self-awareness) so I can see him arguing with the simulator Aria honestly. Also, you'll be seeing Rozalynda be VERY MURDEROUS throughout this whole thing.

And here's Ray questioning his sanity, very in character, I am so sorry Ray.

Night 2

There's so many things happening in this chunk. First, Crystal dying from a landmine she's trying to set up is REALLY POETIC in a way since Crystal is a Bomb Expert, her special interest are bombs, so the fact that she died from one she was trying to arm is poetic in its own way. Second, Aria girlfailure. Third, Felicity ambushing someone is in character for her but Man... Cedany is dead... (Cedany is Cressida's older sister). Fourth, seeing Alerik fighting Alec is honestly so insane to me cuz that's Alerik, my highly self-aware oc, and Alec, my baby, my favourite (Saying sorry to all my other ocs, excluding Ray cuz he became favourite by association).

So it's actually REALLY in character for Alerik to just have some Intense Beef with simulator Aria and Alec. Lastly, fifth, *Them, it's a lil sad that there's no nonbinary option for this but alas... Also Pharaoh is a nonhuman oc beefing with a human oc, like OFC YOU'D WIN! YOU'RE A DEMON! Honestly would be so funny though if Pharaoh lost that.

Day 3

RETRIBUTION! My sins towards my ocs has caught up to me via simulator Aria's own Stupidity cuz REALLY GIRL??? You got your mace snatched by a 13 YEAR OLD at the very beginning, why did you think fighting ANYONE is ever a good idea? Also very fitting that Alec's sister got to participate in the killing. She deserves it, as a treat, for all the torture I put her own brother through-- WAIT!!! I just realized the doomed yuri of that, Cressida is Ely's future partner... Cressida is... she's dead 😔 OH! I cannot believe! that even in her dying moments, simulator Aria decides to bring upon pain towards the ocs anyway (ngl it's kinda fitting for me).

Also yeah time to address the elephant in the room that is Odessa attacking Alerik cuz 1. Odessa is a human oc (she's Pharaoh's partner) 2. It's both SO INSANE and SO IN CHARACTER of her to just fight with a GOD. It would've been soooo funny had Alerik died by her hands.

Night 3

A peaceful moment during Night 3, well, kinda, mostly peaceful if not for Alerik ruining Gala's supplies (Gala is my nonhuman mhyk oc).

[pilichainartandmemes]

FFVII fic - What Howls Inside Your Head

The way out of that basement of horrors is just a stupid poorly light corridor. It’s easy: Zack only has to prove he still trusts Sephiroth and not turn back. A Doubt Comes In, Hadestown songfic.

I had brainworms listening to Hadestown and somehow only waited a year to write it. Enjoy!

Crossposted on ao3

No warnings except it's Hurt no Comfort.

“So what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when we’re back in Midgar? Me? I’m thinking takeout! Cissnei handed me recs as a thank you for being ‘a delight to shadow’. Probably not a good thing but hey I’ll take the nice food. Oh by the way! There’s this kid in infantry, he hasn’t had great luck with the SOLDIER exam and I was wondering… well if you could give me a tip or two?”

Only the walls and echoes of footsteps answer Zack. That’s completely fine! What kind of friend would he be if he couldn’t handle Seph being out of sight? It’s that stupid basement, that stupid library and that stupid lab rattling his nerves. Once they’re outside, he’ll be able to focus. Then the only thing they’ll have to worry about will be-

SOLDIER is like a den of monsters. Don't go inside.

Shinra. It was bad when they left but now… with what they learnt… Still he couldn’t just leave Kunzel or Aerith like that. Could he convince Sephiroth to stay? …Yeah, right. Zack’s attempts with Genesis and Angeal had worked so well after all. No. Seph wouldn’t stay only for one guy. Not for Zack.

Would he just leave alone then? Sure, he mentioned it on the way to Nibelheim… then what? Maybe the demon of Wutai would be fine living on the run but for how long? He used to see Shinra’s Firsts as pinnacles of strength, all of them. One impaled himself on Zack’s sword, another is dying and set on taking as many as he can with him, the last is this close to flying the coop.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths… The buster sword is a familiar burden on his back. There may be no meaning in fighting for Shinra. Still Zack can fight for his friends, including those he can yet save. He can do this. He has to. No one else has got as close of a shot.

“All that ancient stuff flew over my head, you know? But Guess what! I know a girl down in the slums who is ALSO a Cetra. Maybe you two could bond over the planet and talk about your moms.”

In retrospect spilling that secret of hers wasn’t the smartest thing. Tseng and Aerith will rightfully scold him if, no when they go back, but it’s FINE! Sephiroth wouldn’t do anything harsh, would he?

What about Jenova? Didn’t Hojo say she was not an ancient but a calamity from the sky? After being trapped by Shinra for so long, would that monster give up so readily on Sephiroth? No and neither would Zack put in the same spot.

… He is out of ideas. Still there has to be something, anything! Maybe the hippies at Cosmo Canyon could help out. He’ll take the guy snoring in the coffin at this point. Well he would if he wasn’t afraid of more skeletons from Shinra’s closet falling onto the two of them. And in the middle of that storm a thought stops Zack dead in his tracks: he can’t hear any footsteps.

No, no, no. Sephiroth can’t have just left without him noticing! All of these enhancements, all that training, all that fighting and he can’t even keep an ear out for a friend. Where is the silver lining that kept him going despite Shinra’s bullshit? Where is Sephiroth?

He can’t breathe. He can’t see the end of this tunnel. He can’t hear anything but his own stupid thoughts and his heart hammering in his chest. Fuck it. He has to make sure his friend is here. He has to-

 “No matter what you cannot let your companions see your doubts.” A memory of a lesson with Sephiroth rises above his dread, a glimpse of a far off star in cloudy skies. “They are counting on you to keep calm even as death takes their friends. As long as their leader stands, the formation will hold. You stick the course and do not look-“

Zack turns around.

“Seph, I-“ But he doesn’t get to finish as Sephiroth’s icy glare shoots down any further excuses. Without another word the general heads back towards the library. The last thing Zack hears is that damned door slamming shut once and for all.

[prismaticpichu]

Zack & Sephiroth Angsty Writing Prompt!

The idea budded on discord a couple days back; thought I’d toss it out there for anyone who may be interested!! Absolutely feel free to take this outline and run with it! <3

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Title: Dead Silence

It’s a tradition for Zack & Seph to always call each other when they are away on missions—a way of ensuring each other that they’re safe, that they are happy, and that they know that they are there. One solo mission, however, Zack loses his PHS: it falls into water, it breaks, etc. And he cannot contact Seph. Seph, who is used to checking in on his friend, begins to panic. Genesis had already deserted; Angeal had already deserted. And he can’t help but begin to wonder if Zack had done the same. But then there’s another part of him—the part that trusts Zack, that trusts their friendship. He goes about the rest of his day.

But he can’t focus. He nearly rips one of his papers bc he is scrawling so hard, falters when fighting a monster in the VR room bc all his mind can think about is Zack being hurt, Zack being captured, Zack… not coming home.

He can’t sleep that night, tosses and turns in bed. Has nightmares of Zack sprouting a wing and flying away- out of his reach, forever, ignoring his calls his pleas… Perhaps, he even sees something else: a glimmer of crimson, a bloody splotch against the night as the moon Zack disappears into morphs into something blinding and a voice begins to whisper to him in sweet, venomous velvet that tells him he will always be alone.

He wakes up in a cold sweat.

The next day- the following days, maybe a week- the anxiety only grows. His focus only cripples and his sleep only worsens. And that’s when it happens: there, in the training room, fighting some winged monster, he sees it—Genesis. Genesis & Zack working together. Laughing at him, taunting him. Something crimson flashes before his eyes. And that’s when he officially snaps. He slays Genesis in a bloody, manic rage, rips him apart and tells him that It’s all his fault. All of it. Once the man is dead, he turns around, aims his blade at Zack. But then he stops. He can’t bring himself to do it—to repeat history, to make another Modeoheim. To tear apart a friend he still loves with all his heart. The crimson flashes again, his head swims, and the mirages disappear as he blinks and opens his eyes again.

He can’t take it anymore, and crumples to his knees. Curls into himself against the cold, dissolved training room wall and grieves for the friend that he thinks he has lost forever.

And that’s when the hand falls upon his shoulder, a concerned and young voice breaking the silence.

“Oh my god… Seph! What happened, buddy…?”

Sephiroth glances up- having been on the verge of tears- and everything in his world seems to snap back into focus. He regains his senses and clarity but still can’t seem to articulate the tumultuous feelings that had overtaken him. Zack pulls him into a hug, sensing that he needs it. Holds him close and assures him that he’s here, that he would never leave him. Seph asks him quietly why he didn’t respond to him, and Zack shows him the broken PHS. Sephiroth practically laughs at his own stupidity—his anxiety…—before melting back into his friend’s arms and apologizing profusely for doubting him. Zack gently tells him not to apologize, and just holds him closer.

In the end, sensing the stressful environment that ShinRa brings upon his friend, the two do indeed decide to leave. A respectful resignation—perhaps with Masamune if needed—and Zack and Seph head off to Gongaga, a fresh world to come.

The end! <3

[randomnameless]

Sagi's adventures after rekting a fucking bird

Man I was wondering what was the point of AoEs in this opus, until this stupid bird that pops up two chicks and creates another chick when one of the two dies, and those stupid chicks heal their mom so much that basically all of your damage dealt is ignored, rinse and repeat -

Anyways that battle was long and annoying, and the OST wasn't there to alleviate the "ugh" factor of that fight, unlike the previous game's long fights.

Love Rodolfo, the amoral (?) guy who's only in for the money to get a cosy position where he would be pampered - the fool achieved his dream, and now, apparently knew Giacomo?

Speaking of the evil, he's so pissed at his defeat that he swears to become stronger enough to fight against people with guardian spirits... hm.

Gotta confess the gimmick of fighting scripted battles where you're supposed to lose is growing tiresome, but at least even Sagi starts to be pissed lol

And back in the world of lore and flashbacks, obviously, the leader of the merry band that's totally not named after parts of the human body was supposed to marry after returning from a confrontation with a god (? wtf is wiseman?), but the god wiped the floor with us and when we return to our base... well, everyone is dead.

And so, the leader's first solution - that cannot be discuted, because he is the leader - is to go to some shadowy place that makes his second balk, but eventually accept to go with him (but leaving the other members of the group in the vague, like when Thoraxn asks who the fuck are we going to meet, no one replies...)

It's still a shitty idea, if you spoke to every NPC (the ones killed in this section of the FB!) they were basically telling you that accepting Wiseman's power was akin to making a pact with the Dark Brethrens... and yet, we're going to a place called the Brethren's keep.

Oh well, the gaudy design was an indication lol, this is the last dungeon from the previous game and basically the lair of the demons our five pals are going to make a pact with, that will totally not beat them in the ass.

:p

Now, I think it was intentional, but earlier in Origins we had the mechanic of "walking slowly so sleeping monsters/enemies won't notice you" explained, and in the Brethren's Keep... well, we meet basically a lot of sleeping monsters/demons, and even some of them...

uh, dancing around one of their friends, like, wtf I can run around them or just stand next to them, and they won't attack me lol

As opposed to the first game where, even if they have their own drills, they will attack you if you're in range!

What can I say, in this flashback (1k years ago) the demons were just minding their own business/sleeping when some schmuck was killing - i mean removing their essence from their bodies to later eat them - everyone around.

And we, I mean, the 5 schmucks, are the ones who come to their abode -> we are the ones asking for their power.

It's telling that Head, I mean, Seph went to them for power and revenge, and not to the other benevolent godly entity that is the Whale (i know), his reasoning is that the Whale dgaf about what happens in the outside world, but hey, the demons weren't either, and yet you're going to them ???

What about siding with the Children of the Earth, the ones who will defeat, in history, the evil eldritch abomination that will totes not be you after making a deal with the demons? Why didn't they try to contact them?

Oh well.

It's the "I want revenge and pick the worst solution", and unlike Kalas, we can't even wonder if everyone was staged since, as I said, the demons weren't welcoming them or expecting them at all.

Still, I love the Endless Night BGM for this dungeon, it's totally not a foreboding that you're doing something stupid that shouldn't be done. Just like the title !

[huntershowl-moving]

What if they kissed? 😫🥺

IT STARTS WITH A CIGARETTE. MANY OF their interactions do; they always have. perhaps it isn't the healthiest method of bonding, but it's theirs.

the rooftop they share tonight is not their school's, but that of the apartment seph and orion share, alone, illegally. it's a rare thing for seph to have time outside of school and work to spend with shota. she has to seize it, make it last — and in truth, she really doesn't want this night to end. if only time were a commodity to be bargained with.

normally, when shota asks, seph just hands him the lighter when they're done with it. this time, she scoots closer, flicks it on herself, and hoods it with the other hand so that she can burn the tip of the tightly-rolled paper. a quick flash of orange-gold illuminates their faces under a near-midnight sky. this close, seph can see his eyelashes. she can see the bloodshot corners of his sclerae. she can hear the soft intake of breath.

the idea — impulsive, stupid — comes after a few moments of staring. without a word, seph reaches over and plucks the cigarette from his fingers into her own. it seems at first that that's all there is to it. a mischievous little action, done just to make him scowl. it certainly wouldn't be the first time. but in this moment, something strange and terrible seizes persephone's common sense and throws it across the city. she doesn't lean away. instead, heart pounding in her throat like she's just run a mile, she closes the distance and presses her lips to his.

a stolen moment, a bargain with time. a few seconds outside of reality where nothing else exists: just seph, shota, the gentle waft of smoke around their faces, and above them a sky full of glimmering stars.

[altocat]

so like, what would a Golden Saucer “date” be like with Glenn and Seph (using Cloud and Yuffie’s as a ref)

was thinking kind of like wholesome, where he shows every location and mini games to Seph, where it starts to where it ends…

maybe he opens up to the kid a bit, or the opposite lol

or angst. angst my beloved.

For once, Sephiroth won't shut up. He's never, EVER been someplace like this before, dazzled by the lights, dragging Glenn everywhere his feet can possibly take him. He wants to see everything, devour everything there is to know about such a unique, wondrous place. Fun. Freedom. Delicious concepts he's never digested before. By the time they get to the Ferris wheel, Sephiroth is abuzz with excitement, all but dangling out of the side of the gondola window. Glenn laughingly has to hold him back, telling him to calm down and enjoy the ride before he breaks his neck.

They sit back and enjoy the ride, Sephiroth's eyes growing wider and wider at every firework. They talk about how far they've come as a team, Glenn bluntly joking that he didn't like Seph in the beginning.

"And now?" Sephiroth asks, trying not to inwardly wince at the idea of Glenn's disapproval.

Glenn watches him, leaning back, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "You're a good kid, Seph. You got a good heart."

It's awkward for a few minutes. Sephiroth stares down at his lap, all pretense of playing the composed, noble leader completely lost on him. He looks shy, if anything. Boyish. Kicking his feet and fidgeting like a child waiting to hear the outcome of his report card. Glenn shakes his head and reaches over to pet him, rolling his eyes good naturedly.

"You take things too seriously. This is fun, isn't it? You were excited before."

"I've never SEEN anyplace like this before. It was just the lab and the base and the training grounds." Another fidget. "And the pit."

"The pit? What's that?"

Sephiroth is only silent, watching the lights. Glenn can make out the faint faded scars that lightly curl around his neck, the tiny indent near his collarbone.

"...Seph?"

"Mm?"

"I do mean it. You're a good kid."

"..."

"You should do something with your life that makes you happy."

Sephiroth pauses and glances at the older man, his expression more solemn than a child's face has any right to be. "I'm happy now."

"Yeah?"

"I'm here."

"You are."

"And...this is nice."

"It is..."

They watch the fireworks, red and golden showers that touch the dark synthetic sky.

"Glenn?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I stay with you?"

"Huh?"

Sephiroth shakes his head, Mako eyes glowing in the dim light, chewing on his lip. "Can I stay with this team? I don't have to lead it. I can protect you."

"Still on about that 'protecting' crap. You don't have to worry about that. Tough guys like me can protect ourselves."

"I still want to." Sephiroth squirms, cheeks pink. "To stay."

Glenn blinks, stares. He moves over to sit next to the boy, giving him a playful shove. "Did you think I was kicking you out?"

"No. But..."

"Stay as long as you like. Stay forever. You're less of a hardass than you were before. And you're amazing at what you do." Glenn's tone softens, feeling somewhat stupid as he looks away. "And...we're friends, right? That counts for something, too."

"Friends..." Sephiroth tastes the word, his voice little more than a murmur.

"Yeah. You're my friend. And Matt's. And Lucia's." Glenn smiles. "I like having you here. It's good for friends to be together like this. And I don't want that to change."

Sephiroth looks up at him, his expression slightly skewed behind his long silver bangs. He hesitates, unnatural pupils moving, changing shape as if caught between some great internal debate. When he scoots himself close to Glenn's side, there's something different about the light, something different about the dark span of the simulated comet's trail that illuminates the gloomy spaces.

Sephiroth's eyes are moist. He wipes them on his sleeve, the noises soft, barely audible. Glenn startles, but looks away to the give the boy time to settle. He just lets Sephiroth lean against him, a comforting warmth that is both shared and private at the same time.

They stay like that until the ride ends.