#Sephiroth fan fic

[stupidgenius]

The ang/gen/seph tag is so dead compared to all my other fandoms but I literally don't care, I'm having the time of my life here, here's a sneak peak of Enlightenment chapter 3 because I'm excited:

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“I was with the professor. I’m fine.” He explains. Somewhere, deep inside, he feels badly that they stayed up worrying. They didn’t have to. Maybe he should have told them he would be unavailable all day before he left.

“Seph,” Angeal doesn’t touch. He moves aside, a clear order to get out of the elevator. “You’re shaking.”

When he looks down at his hands, he finds that they are, indeed. Fine tremors, but shaking none the less. Another pair of hands comes into his field of view – longer fingers than his, but more slender. The polish on one of the nails is chipped, and it always is, because he takes his gloves off with his teeth and he always bites it on accident.

“May I?” Genesis asks.

[bardic-tales]

I have been having my migraines a lot lately, so I thought I would write something out yesterday.

Rated: General since he's literally just helping ease a headache.

Pairing: Sephiroth x genderless reader

You're lying in bed. The world behind your closed eyelids a chaotic storm of pain and darkness. A migraine and the agony associated with it grips your head in its iron vice. Each heartbeat pounds mercilessly against your temples. Even the faintest light slipping through the cracks of the curtains feels like a dagger to yours senses. You shift. The movement only worsens the nausea curling your stomach. The bile rises up from the pit of your stomach like a geyser.

Then, you feel him.

The air shifts subtly. The distinct energy and rose and vanilla scent associated with Sephiroth's presence is calming yet commanding. You don't even need to open your eyes to know he's there. The soft rustle of his coat as he kneels on the bed is enough. As his knees sink into the mattress, your stomach rolls once again.

"My cherished one," he murmurs, his voice laces with concern: a nickname he has given you lately. "You should have called for me."

Your lips part to protest that you didn't want to be a burden to him, but even speaking feels to much. Instead, s soft whimper of pain escapes you: a sound that makes Sephiroth brush his hand against your forehead. The leather of his glove feels cool against your hot skin.

"I'll handle this," he says firmly, rising now. You hear the faint clink of metal as Masamune is set aside: an act that reminds you how serious he is about tending to you. He and the ōdachi rarely part.

A few moments later, the bed dips slightly as he returns. This time, you feel the soft, damp press of a cloth against your forehead. The scent of peppermint wafts faintly through the air, calming the ache in your senses. His fingers move expertly, massaging the base of your skull with a pressure that’s somehow precise yet gentle.

"It's the tension right here," he explains in a low voice, a soft husky whisper. "Your body carries more than it should."

The room remains silent save for the steady rhythm of his movements. Every stroke of his hands feels deliberate, unraveling the pain knot by knot, thread by thread. He shifts once, reaching for something, a a soft emerald glow breaks through the darkness behind your eyes, but your hearing picks up a soft melodic hum: like a delicate bell chiming. Your eyes are still closed.

The warmth washes over you, but the spell does not eliminate the pain completely rather it dulls its edges, making it more bearable.

"I won't let this consume you," he promises, and you can feel the weight of his words: the conviction in his voice.

When you finally dare to open your eyes, it's to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, one knee crosses over the other. His cyan-colored eyes softens as he stares down at you. His feline-like pupils contracts with unspoken worry. He holds a steaming black cup in one hand -- herbal tea, its warmth promising some relief -- and offers it to you.

"You don't need to speak," he says when you hesitate. "Just know that I am here. I will always be here."

With trembling hands, you take the cup and sip. The warmth spreads through you, heating every inch of your body. Sephiroth stays close, a sentinel of silence, his presence grounding you in a moment that feels safe, despite the lingering ache.

[myfandomrealitea]

I really wanted to ask you about this:

Do you have any advice of how to develop critical thinking and media literacy?

There are many, many ways you can practice critical thinking, evaluation and media literacy. At its most basic, you can access student resources for lower levels of education like earlier high school years and look at the examples and guidance given there. Rehashing this will often give you a good foundation to build off of and apply.

One of the main aspects of critical thinking involves discerning what is fact and what is opinion. A good portion of media analytics is opinion. What is 'bad' by one person's standards is 'sub-par' or even 'great' by another's. Similarly, the majority of fandom space is opinion-based. The main pitfall of fandom spaces is that everyone wants their opinion to be taken as fact, which is where critical thinking and even basic communication begin to fall away.

"I'm right and you're wrong" and "this is the way it should be, if you do it or think differently, you're wrong" are common roadblocks people run into when engaging with things like media analysis and even basic fandom activities like fanfiction.

'Mischaracterisation' is fanfiction is one popular topic, especially here on Tumblr. What people often fail to recognize is the true creative depth of fanfiction and using someone else's pre-existing characters. Characters as they are in the source material may not make the choices or behave in the ways necessary to activate or validate certain plot material or author intentions in fanfiction. Which is, inherently, one of the main points of fanfiction. Exploring the alternate.

While you might immediately recoil and say "he'd never do that!" you then have to sit back and recognise that that's exactly the point. That this iteration of that character is not meant to directly reflect the source material. Its a re-imagining, a re-interpretation. That doesn't mean its bad. Its simply different.

'Mischaracterisation' is only actually applicable in fandom spaces when someone is trying to insist as a blanket fact that a character would do something or behave in a way that blatantly contradicts their canon behavior, opinions, morals and perspective or deliberately interpreting an action in biased bad faith. It is not actually applicable to fanfiction where creative liberty dictates you can do whatever the fuck you want with a character because you're not trying to claim it as part of the source content.

Questions To Ask Yourself

Am I reacting to [media] emotionally instead of rationally? Is my emotional response to [media] blinding me to the rational or critical approach(es)?

Am I allowing my expectations to get in the way of me understanding [media] fully? Am I forming a biased negative opinion of [media] because it isn't meeting my expectations?

Even if I disagree with [media], do I actually understand it? Can I recognise the reasoning behind choices made or actions even if I don't agree with them?

Am I searching too hard to hidden meaning or purpose in absolutely everything? Can I recognise what is simply passive information/detail and what is active information/detail? (E.g; English tutors saying a character's curtains are blue because they're depressed when throughout the literature its passively reinforced that blue is the character's favorite color.)

Even though I disagree with the statement or opinion shown, is it necessary to argue against it? Is there any benefit to making my counter-opinion known or is it simply a no-end argument? Am I just using arguing as a means of release/fulfilment? Am I treating this person poorly because of their opinion/statement?

Resources

Critical Thinking Exercises & Explanations #1 The Critical Thinking Activity Workbook Early Stage Critical Thinking Games Five Media Literacy Activities Six Media Literacy Ideas

[moment-live]

I can't beat the Buno D'rhad fight so nothing happened and everyone lived happily ever after as one big happy family

[holly-fixation]

I am asking out of curiosity. S& S seems to have two stories in it. The crisis core era and ff7 main game era. Why keep both stories in one fic, instead of using series? (Not judging just curious),

Seraphic and Sinister is a failed fix it (I don't know what else to call it). Sephiroth has the chance to leave Shinra, takes it, but the events of FF7 occur anyway. They key points do anyway.

1. "Seraphic" being the crisis core era with Sephiroth on the run and trying to live a normal life and "Sinister" bring the era of the original FF7 where he is already too far gone (but with some differences) and working towards the same goal was too perfect of a mirror to let alone.

2. Why pretend this is a fix it when we know it's not? I'm not trying to lead people into this fic as an attempt at happiness that leads to Sephiroth riding into the sunset. So why not see how this ending reflects on the main events of FF7? How it affects Cloud and the others? I see no reason to wait.

3. My own motivation. Personally, I bullet points out the events of the next chapter when finishing the previous one, but I have a smaller and separate list for the main plot points I want to hit. The two factors that usually lock my multi chapter fics are motivation and lack of plot continuance. (I'll let you guess which is which for the others). For Seraphic and Sinister, I have fully detailed scenes in all but full chapters ready to go at key points of both Crisis Core and FF7. I don't want to lose the motivation to write these scenes. By writing both times in one fic, I can get there faster. Thus...why this fic has consumed my upload schedule. I usually try to jump between stories, but by having two times I accidentally locked myself into one. ...Oops.

[nightshadelemonade]

WIP of my newest Sefikura story.

[villainshit]

A summary post of my fics written for the FFVII compilation, mostly centering around Shinra & the Turks. Hi I'm Jai and I like to write things that are uncomfortable, angsty, gross, and/or traumatic.

Reprieve

Tseng/Rufus trauma/angst Teen / 2,534 words / oneshot Whumptober 2021

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Security Detail

Tseng/Rufus oblivious fluff General / 1,868 words / 1 chapter

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Hands On The Bible

Tseng, no pairing, angst Teen / 1,642 words / oneshot

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Scumbag Blues

Tseng, no pairing, backstory Teen / 3,761 words / 1 chapter

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Four Weeks

Rufus/Tseng dubcon Mature / 4,889 words / 4 chapters

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Conditioning

Sephiroth, no pairing, trauma Teen / 1,162 words / oneshot Whumptober 2021

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Lucky Shot

Reno, no pairing, body trauma Teen / 1,058 words / oneshot Whumptober 2021

[phantasmacabre]

Electrical Lullaby

A pre-canon look at Sephiroth's life inside of the Shinra labs during the holiday season. This is one of my favorite pieces I've ever written.

[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?!

[leeus-writing]

Chapters: 2/? 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.

“So, I’ve heard there will be some Media at the wedding, film cameras and the like,” The wedding planner pulled out a seating plan.

“No, just one photographer will be welcome. This may be ShinRa’s err… Event of the year but it’s not going to be a spectacle,” Sephiroth stated.

He took the list and started reading through it. He reached out for a pencil and started marking names off. Disinviting them. Most of the Directors including Hojo had to stay, he left their names on reluctantly. Aerith continued to stay quiet. She watched Sephiroth work until he passed the paper over to her.

“Is there anyone you wish to invite?” he asked.

Aerith slowly took the paper and looked down at the names. So many she didn’t know. She looked up at him a little confused.

“I can invite people I want to?” She questioned.

He frowned and cocked his head to one side, “Aerith… This is your wedding too.”

She only wrote down one name. Her mum's name, before handing the paper back to Sephiroth. Sephiroth raised an eyebrow but said nothing passing this over to the wedding planner. She had a smile on her face that was starting to fade. He thought that perhaps it was because she was used to people being excited about weddings and nonstop talking.

“So… Sephiroth I’m guessing you’re going to be wearing your uniform for the wedding?”

He nodded.

“I thought so, Aerith these leaflets are for you. wedding dresses, not to show Sephiroth before the big day!” She winked handing them over.

Aerith looked at Tseng and passed them to him a little perplexed. He just nodded taking the leaflets of wedding dresses.

“Have you thought of a theme? People sometimes go for a colour or a pattern. Is there anything you like?”

She looked between the odd couple.

“I… Used to grow flowers. I love nature,” Aerith muttered.

“Flowers! Nature! Yes, I can work with that. Butterflies maybe,” she told them laying out more colour swatches and mood boards.

Aerith leaned forward a little and looked at the mood boards. Greens and golds, with her golden lilies. She simply reached out and took the board looking at it. Her fingers ran over the golden lilies and a few tears formed in her eyes.

“Oh, you like this one? We can do this. The flowers sadly won’t be real we can’t-”

“Tseng can get them,” Aerith cut in “I used to grow them in my church.”

Sephiroth held out his hand and she passed the mood board over. He looked down at it and smiled lightly. It was beautiful.

“Could we add a little silver in as well. Then I think it would be perfect,” He said with a soft smile.

His mind was screaming at him. Why was he doing this so willingly? The girl looked so scared. Then again, the others had said she knew the importance of what she had to go through, why wouldn’t she be so scared?

The woman nodded and jotted some notes down, “This is good so good. Your wedding is going to look so beautiful. Right onto the cake.”

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Aerith lay on her back, the wedding dresses scattered. She didn’t really care for this. She didn’t want any of it, Sephiroth was so terrifying! He was willing in all of this. Up for it even, but then who wouldn’t be. He was being given the chance to fuck the last living Cetra!

She rolled onto her side and sniffed. At least she’d get to see her flowers again, one last time. A dress caught her eye and she picked it up. A simple white and champagne lacy design, with shoulder straps and a sweetheart bust. It looked as if it hung from the hips and wasn’t too revealing. Buttons accented the back. It could probably work. She’d probably feel comfortable in it.

Aerith sighed and placed the page down. Fine, she’ll amuse them. She’d just pick that dress and get this all over and done with.

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Sephiroth sat in his room and looked over some notes. He sighed as he heard a knock at his door.

“Come in,” he mumbled.

Genesis walked in grinning at Sephiroth. He was humming a wedding song and pretending to dance. Sephiroth just glared at him. The man laughed and draped himself across the table grinning at the silver-haired man. “So, excited for the big day?” he asked.

“Hmm, I’m not looking forward to being stalked by the media,” he replied leaning back and folding his arms.

“And have you met her?”

Sephiroth nodded and sighed looking out the window. Genesis cocked an eyebrow and sat up a little.

“Oh… was she very ugly?”

“No, very beautiful. Very, very beautiful. She just didn’t seem very happy,” Sephiroth replied.

Genesis laughed loudly. The act caused Sephiroth to frown. What the hell was he laughing about? Genesis just laughed even more looking at the face that Sephiroth was making.

“What!” Sephiroth snapped.

“Do you think she found you ugly?”

Sephiroth just smacked the man and pointed to the door. The redheaded SOLDIER just shoved Sephiroth’s arm, “I was teasing. Come now. I’m sure she found your face very pleasing. I supposed she was just shy,” Genesis said to him roughing up his hair.

Sephiroth just grumbled and went back to reading. Genesis made himself at home on Sephiroth’s spare chair and pulled out his book Loveless.

“Don’t think you’re staying here to read,” Sephiroth muttered not looking up.

Genesis laughed in response and continued to read ignoring Sephiroth’s grumble.

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Aerith stood in the wedding dress. She couldn’t lie, it looked amazing. The champagne material made the white flowery lace stand out beautifully. The sweetheart cut on the top part of the dress didn’t show off too much of her cleavage but was still revealing enough. She pulled up the straps of the dress didn’t go over her shoulders just rested on her arms. They weren’t a hindrance though. The train of the dress was short thankfully, it meant she could walk fairly freely.

She caught herself smiling for a few moments, then she remembered why she was wearing it. Her mouth fell. Maybe it was too beautiful for something like that. But then didn’t she have a right to atheist enjoy herself?

“Oh! you look beautiful!” The woman stated clapping her hands together, “I have some jewellery that will fit with this perfectly! You will be the star of the show with all of this.”

“Yes, I think I will be…” Aerith replied politely.

Though It wouldn’t have mattered if she was wearing a bag. This was all a show. Aerith looked at herself in the mirror and sighed…

[stupidgenius]

Enlightenment chapter 6/10 “A Round of Confession for Three, Please”

“Early as always, hmm?” Genesis leans against the doorframe, gaze traveling slowly up his body. Sephiroth feels faint warmth on his cheeks – when has he ever looked at him like that before? “You should know by now that I always am.” He reminds him. Genesis smirks. “Hopefully not always.” He mutters. Sephiroth cocks his head. “What?”

[bardic-tales]

Sephiroth xReader: A brief respite

So, I have been either laid up in bed or on my computer watching cat videos and the like since I have been diagnosis with RSV days ago. Last night was the first day I felt well-enough to interact with anyone, but being stuck in bed is boring. So, I wrote this.

Please excuse any typos or tense changes, as my temp was like 101.8F when I wrote this: from a fevered dream I had and a scribbled note on it in my dream journal. Setting is some time during SOLDIER. Reader (who is me lol) is his love interest and sick as a dog. But it can work for anyone. I try to leave it genderless and raceless so everyone who is or might be sick can feel some sense of comfort. If you ignore the mention of my actual illness in the first paragraph, I am sure it could work with a cold or flu?

Rated: General. There are mentions of illness

Pairing: Sephiroth x genderless reader

The faint glow of the bedside lamp illuminates the room, casting soft shadows across the wall and resembled monsters with endless wings. You lie there: bored and sore. Your chest is tight and throat raw. Your breath comes in shallow, labored wheezes. The oppressive weight of RSV - Respiratory Syncytial Virus - lingers in your lungs and every movement feels like a monumental effort.

Sephiroth sits nearby in a simple wooden chair. His long silvery-grey hair cascades over his shoulders and down his back, pooling off the furniture. The dim light catches the metallic sheen of his pauldrons, and the faint reflection of green materia - healing materia - glimmers on his belt. His bright cyan eyes are focused entirely on you. Their cat-like pupils narrowed slightly with concern and a bit of frustration.

You have refused to let him heal you with his magic: or even take the edge of the pain. You view it as abnormal and wanted a more natural way of healing. So, you lay there. Sweat covered your body in a fine sheen.

"You need to drink more water," he says. His voice is calm and steady with the usual softness that he used with those he cared about. He reached out, offering you a cool glass of water.

You nod -- a weak nod as the simple act of sipping is exhausting -- but it was a nod, non-the-less. He watches you closely, your silent sentinel. The professional he's known for in SOLDIER is tempered here by something more tender, and dare you think more personal.

"I made something for you while you were asleep," Sephiroth says after a moment. He stands. His coat flows behind him as he crosses the small space to the table under the window. When he returns, he's holding a steaming bowl.

Pumpkin soup.

The rich orange color is inviting. As the aroma wafts towards you. It was comforting and familiar. He never really explains to you the reason he loved this type of soup. He only mentions that it had something to do with his mother, but you are always so curious of him and never press him beyond that.

Sephiroth's expression remains stoic, but you know him well enough to see the faint glimmer of hope in his eyes: a desire to help ease your symptoms. He kneels beside the bed, cradling the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"It's too thick," you rasp, managing a faint smile as your back ached from the movement. Coughing created tight, painful bands of agony across the middle of your back. Each movement felt like your back was on fire.

For a moment, he looks almost sheepish and boyish -- a rare sight, indeed. "I can thin it out," he says. This time his voice is quiet and resolute. But instead of leaving immediately, he sets the bowl aside and reaches out. His fingers brushed against your cheek.

"You're warm," he continues. His hand lingers for a moment before he stands, returning to the kitchen area to adjust the soup.

As he works, you watch him: the strong lines of his back, the fluidity of his movements. It's hard to reconcile the man in front of you with the stories you heard of his exploits in SOLDIER. He's so much more than warrior and the Living Legend the world sees. To you, he's Sephiroth: the man who makes pumpkin soup when you're sick, the man who sits by your bedside, refusing missions that his other 1st comrades are going on, and will not leave until you are feeling better.

When he returns, the soup is thinner and more manageable. He offers a spoonful. Even here, his movements careful and precise. You take a small sip, the warmth spreading through you and your system like a comfortable embrace.

"It's good," you whisper. However, you can barely manage more than a taste.

He doesn't respond immediately, but you could see a subtle shift in his expression: a flicker of relief. He sets the bowl aside again. this time, he is content to just sit by your side.

As the night wore on, your breathing remains strained, but Sephiroth is a constant presence. He reads quietly from a book, the soft timbre of his voice soothing, even if you are too tired to catch all of the words. Every so often, he reaches out to adjust your blanket -- a silver and black blanket with the Shinra emblem stitched in the corner -- or offer you a drink of the cool water.

Eventually, he stands. You hear the soft clink of his pauldrons as he removes them, setting them on the nearby dresser. Opening your eyes slightly, you see him standing there with his long coat brushing the floor as he slips out of it and drapes it over the back of the chair. He is left standing in his black trousers, the leather pad with the Shinra emblem over his stomach, and, of course, the crossed suspenders over his chest.

Sephiroth climbs into bed beside you, careful not to jostle you too much. His arms encircles you gently, pulling you against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear is a balm against the fever ravaging your body and the discomfort that still lingers.

"You'll feel better soon," he murmurs. His breath stirs tiny wisps of your hair. "I'll make sure of it."

His warmth surrounds you: a steady and unyielding presence against the disease that threatens you. You let yourself relax into the safety of his embrace. Despite the heaviness in your lungs, you feel a small spark of comfort being with this man, knowing that no matter how difficult the night becomes, Sephiroth will be there, holding you close until the morning light.

[murdocsmacattack]

im keeping this energy , this fic is very worth it just hope we get that chapter 3 soon , i am still trothing at the mouth for it

The Golden Apple of Asgard : literally having updated chapter 2 of supernova 2 days ago…..

Me a total glutton : waiting for chapter 3 like..

[lexsssu]

so im a little bit nervous to post on your fic and it's almost finished, but I saw you did a zack/reader chapter and was curious, would it be ok to request a Sephiroth/reader? he's so soft in crisis core and so dreamy adasdjk thank you it's fine if you dont <3 have a good one!

TAGS: Sephiroth/F!reader, breeding, smut, pregnancy, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Exquisite…An angel from above gifted to someone such as I…”

Sephiroth had never imagined himself as the paternal type, nor even someone who would become a father, and yet now there is nothing he wanted more than to plant his seed deep into your womb. 

He can’t stop his hips from thrusting downwards into your soft, moist cunt that so easily yielded to the intrusion of his cock. Your pleas are like a siren’s call to his ears, and the way your fingers dug scratches into his toned back like a gentle tickle that only further fanned the flames of his desire.

“I can’t wait to watch you grow with our child. I know they’ll be just as perfect as you…because they’re ours…” 

Despite the circumstances of his own birth and the hardships he has faced throughout his life, Sephiroth is all the more determined to ensure that the fruit of your love will live a life with everything he has never had.

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Around a year’s time later, 1st-Class SOLDIER Sephiroth would be normally found with three identical children strapped to his body whenever he was in his office at Shinra.

It would never cease to amaze everyone, particularly his own friends, just how much the once-cold general would melt when surrounded by his little family. Attending his wedding last year was one thing, but getting to see him be a doting father to his adorable kids was a whole other ballpark.

Well…at least they got to be uncles to such cute ankle-biters.

[holly-fixation]

AKA: The SOLDIER/Pirate Way

Converting "The SOLDIER Way" (The final theme with Genesis) to pirate style, along with an ending of Those Chosen By the Planet and a bit of J-E-N-O-V-A.

If you told me 6 months ago that I'd make another one of these for fun, I would not believe you at all. Yet again, this is a Webtoons style music track for @birdblacksocialclub 's amazing pirate AU. Specifically the first official chapter.

Please Enjoy!

Prologue ost

[week-of-silver-winds]

Hello again, fellow Sephiroth fans! Starting October 23rd until October 29th, the 8th and 2024 version of Sephiroth Appreciation Week will be held. It’ll be a time to share your love for Sephiroth in any way you can (as in: art, fic, graphics, gifs, fanmixes and so on!) in the tag #sephirothweek. Thanks a ton for the support for 8 years!

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Oct. 23 || Day 1. Lost

Oct. 24 || Day 2. Youth

Oct. 25 || Day 3. Feathers

Oct. 26 || Day 4. Masamune

Oct. 27 || Day 5. Library

Oct. 28 || Day 6. Mourning

Oct. 29 || Day 7. Healing

Please remember to include the week’s tag within the first 5 tags or else your work might end up unable to be found. (For the same reason, don’t separate the words of the #sephirothweek tag with spaces or dashes.) For ease of finding, it’s also highly recommended to tag this blog just to be safe as Tumblr’s tag system sometimes eats posts! Anything containing Character/Ship/Voice Actor/etc Hate WILL NOT be allowed, so avoid including those in your entries, as well as reposted/stolen work. Feel free to leave a message here if you have any questions.

If for some reason you’re still missed somehow, also feel free to message with a link to your work! We all know how wonky this site can be at times.

And if your work is too mature for this platform and you’re afraid of it not showing up or if you want to participate elsewhere, here’s the reminder that we have a TWITTER and BLUESKY for the event! We also have an AO3 COLLECTION! Feel free to join wherever it feels best for you. Though, due to the general state of social media, everyone is highly encouraged to also post on the AO3 Collection in addition to your posting place of choice. (You can also post art or visual fanworks to AO3. Please use it if possible. Regardless of any delays, every work submitted to the AO3 collection will be accepted, as long as it's made for this or previous years events and follows guidelines.) For further details, please read the GUIDELINES.

May it be a fun event for everyone!