#Welcome back Sephy!

[dogoodweirdly]

WRITER SEPHYATHREDON!

“I've been a fic writer for 9 years and I have over 50 fics!”

Welcome back @sephyathredon! Joining us to write for Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core, Sephy will be starting up at 12pm Mountain Time, and in her own words: 

   “I will be working on the next chapter of my AU fic where Zack and Sephiroth leave ShinRa with an ill Cloud in tow. It's called "The Reason We Rise, We Rise." I originally wrote the first chapter for the last DGW and the second chapter on my own. 

Summary:  “Shortly after Angeal's death, Infantrymen are reported going missing around ShinRa and one of the missing ones is Cloud Strife. His best friend Zack Fair tries to get to the bottom of it and finds out that he's being held within ShinRa's science department, but he's going to need some help to bust him out. 

  That's where Sephiroth comes in. Genesis and Angeal have long deserted ShinRa and he's been entertaining the idea of doing the same. Zack's proposed mission to rescue Cloud may just provide just the opportunity he's been looking for."" She’ll be using the writing stream to raise funds for Gamers Outreach(https://gamersoutreach.org/), a nonprofit organization that provides entertainment to hospitalized families through video games, and The Entertainment Community Fund(https://entertainmentcommunity.org/), providing a safety net for entertainment professionals! Learn more about Sephy and see more of her work by visiting her on [Tumblr] or [Ao3]

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[crisiscutie]

Wowww!!! I absolutely loved your latest post! I was just wondering if you could write rebirth Sephiroth cucking Rufus with the darling in front of him? Showing him that she belongs to only Sephiroth now. I'm living for the new beef between those two. 🤭

Thanks for the feedback anon! And yes, I love it too! I always loved the idea of a Yandere stealing their darling away from their love rival, and especially claiming them right in front of said rival... Bonus points for this position 😏

pairing: 🐍7R Sephiroth/Older Sister Darling 🐇

(With some Rufus/Darling)

Beach fic here.

Content warning: NSFW. Yandere Sephiroth. Curvy Darling. Dubcon/Noncon. Emotional Abuse.

The snake's playtime with his bunny prey was finally over.

Sephiroth held your thick, jiggling thighs upwards, your back pressing against his torso. Your tight, stretchy asshole seemed to accommodate his cock well enough.

With each powerful thrust from Sephiroth, your meaty pussy lips moved, granting the shocked new president a lovely view of your wet, pink depths.

Rufus wanted to ignore your welcoming cunt, but his eyes couldn't tear away from it. The bulge in his pants grew stiff, making this experience even more uncomfortable for him.

Your cunt was gaping from the monstrous spawn you had birthed earlier. Sure, it was rather intense, but you'd do it all again for your sweet little brother.

Sephiroth's slit eyes and cold sneer stayed on Rufus, even as he "spoke" to you softly...

"I've won. I've won in every way." He chuckled and pressed his lips against your ear. "You're mine. You're mine for life. And you can't resist me. You'll always come to me, won't you?"

Waves of pleasure washed over your body as blood rushed to your twitching clit. Your resistant, pouty lips trembled against his dominant will until the end, finally curving into a euphoric and gentle smile.

"...Y-yes! I belong to my sweet little brother! I love you, Sephy~!" Your lovesick eyes rolled back as his cock in your tight asshole found your weak spot, making your neglected cunt even more wet.

No one will understand the immense difficulty he faced in restraining his own euphoria. It was a testament to his hard work, a long and tedious journey of breaking your mind, rewiring it, and training it from the ground up.

His mission to have full ownership over you, his precious big sister, and eventually his wife, had been achieved. Mother was so proud of him...

It's even more cathartic that you did this all in front of his love rival, who somehow thought he had a chance with you.

Sephiroth stopped thrusting for a moment, his pupils dilating. "And I... love you, my darling sister. My darling wife." His words held a double meaning, one filled with twisted love for you, while the other a cruel taunt directed at Rufus.

He continued fucking you, going faster now.

Rufus clenched his fist as his other hand rested on the trigger finger of his rifle. Never before had he been so tempted to reduce someone to paste. But he didn't want to hurt you, like he constantly did in the past.

Lying to you about his involvement with AVALANCHE to stage a rebellion against Shinra. Sticking to his plan to rule the world with an iron fist. And he had the audacity to state that he owned you because you were SOLDIER!? And called you out for working AVALANCHE when he did the same thing!? The hypocrite.

He was just a lonely rich kid, thinking he was the chosen one to rule the planet while living in his father's shadow.

"We'll be together forever, won't we, Sephy?" you gasped, nearing your crescendo.

"Of course... We'll be together. Forever." he replied. His gaze returned to Rufus, his sneer growing even more wicked.

You squirted your cunt juices all over Rufus' desk when Sephiroth came into your tight hole, filling your guts to the brim.

Out of the two sweet boys you grew up with, the right one for you had never been so clear...

Maybe I will do more? 👀

[icycoldninja]

He always leaves (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

Your peaceful, dreamless slumber was interrupted by the sound of your bedroom window sliding open. Shocked, you opened your eyes, effectively ripping yourself from sleep. Squinting in the darkness, you could make out the faint outline of a tall, lithe male figure with a large wing protruding from his back crawl into your room through the window. You let out a long sigh of relief as soon as you realized who it was.

"Seph...you're home." Sephiroth chuckled, neon green eyes glowing in the darkness.

"That I am. Did I wake you?" You nodded, yawning loudly. "Yes, you did. Trying to cram that huge body of yours through a window was a bad idea." Sephiroth let out a series of quiet little giggles in response to that.

"Perhaps next time I'll enter through the chimney," He remarked, making his way to his side of the bed.

"That'd be something," You laughed, sliding back the covers for him I welcome. "Bring me a present and I'll leave some cookies and milk out for you." Sephiroth smiled, tossing his hair over his shoulder and sliding down into the bed.

"No need, I am your present." You snorted, scooting closer to him so he could wrap his bulky arms around you.

"What," He continued, a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Am I not enough for you?

"You're more than enough for me, Sephi," You assured him, burying your face in the wall of warm muscle that was his chest. "More than enough. I don't deserve you." Sephiroth hummed in response, the vibrations rumbling in his throat like a cat's purr. You sighed contentedly, nestling deeper into his hold, enjoying the comfort that it brought. Sephiroth held you for a while, one hand absently drawing circles into your back while you squeezed him with all your strength. Eventually, a question came to mind.

"Will you stay with me?" You had to ask, not caring if you asked it every time he came home, you just had to know, even if the answer would hurt you. Sephiroth let out a long sigh, knowing full well that he'd answer you one way or another--either through his actions or his words.

"No," He finally admitted, tightening his grip around you guiltily. "No...I'm not staying for long." You nodded sadly, continuing to smush yourself against him as hard as you could, taking in as much of him as possible; busying yourself with holding him so you didn't think of the tears welling up in your eyes.

You missed it, you missed the times when he'd stay with you all night; you missed waking up and seeing his face, having his voice be the first thing you hear in the morning. You missed the feeling of his soft, fluffy wing flapping against your chest to wake you up, you even missed the warmth of his strong arms wrapping themselves around you when you wanted to sleep for 5 more minutes.

Nowadays, Sephiroth disappeared in the middle of the night, claiming that the orders from his "Mother" called him away, compelling him to go to faraway places where he would complete mysterious tasks. You knew his work was important to him, and respected that, but you wanted to spend time with him, more than just a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," He muttered into your hair, fingers stroking long lines down your back. "I promise, this is the last time." You sniffled, knowing that this was a lie, a lie he told you every time he came home, but that didn't matter now. Having accepted reality, you just wanted to spend time with the man you loved, however short it would be. And so, you held onto him, as tightly and closely as you possibly could, until the warmth of his body pressed against yours lulled you into a deep sleep.

When you awoke the next morning, your bed was empty, just as you'd expected. Sheets were ruffled and all the blankets had been wrapped around you in an attempt to mimic the heat of a human in order to keep you from noticing his departure. You felt tears burn behind your eyeballs as you saw the many black feathers strewn about on your pillow--knowing that you shouldn't be saddened by his departure, or even surprised. After all, no matter what he promised you, no matter how many sweet nothings his whispers into your ears, he always leaves.

[altocat]

So after a long while that I've been away from Sephy's new updates, now that I've returned again and the new knowledge I learned is REALLY EYE OPENING

It's like the creators decided to play the game "How bad can I make the character's trauma package for an already established character who only recently got his Past arcs made"

I mean I'm happy that Sephy is getting the background plot he needs, BUT NOT THIS, I mean now it makes sense why he's so fucked up, BUT IT AIN'T OKAY, I almost thought Lucrecia was a soldier

Look what they did to my boy!

It does feel like Sephiroth's the Family Guy's Meg of FFVII now

Welcome back! You showed up in an era of pure CHAOS in the Seph section of this community lolol

We are in full Hurt/No Comfort era. I am counting on our boy Angeal to save us. Because if anyone can save Sephiroth from this cataclysmic angsty nonsense, it's him.

[protemporescitor]

Finishing the last of FFVII Rebirth's VR challenges. Just wrapped up "To be a Hero" a couple of days ago. Taking another stab at "Bonds of Friendship" tonight. Anyway, I just had a revelation of sorts: Both fights involve Cloud plus an "assistant" character with Sephy and Zack, respectively. Both gauntlets end with Odin, who, with all due respect, is a bit of a see-you-next-Tuesday of a boss fight... BUT I am now fairly convinced that the Lord of Frenzy's position at the head of this hellish and interminable 10-round boss rush is NOT a coincidence.

Think about it. Cloud Strife's animal motif is that of Fenrisúlfur (Fenrir), the deiform wolf destined to slay Odin, the ruler of the gods, during the battle of Ragnarök at the end of all things in Norse mythology. I know that Square ran that boring-ass "chocobo hair" joke into the ground with Rebirth, to the point where newcomers to the series might actually be fooled into thinking that it's his real animal motif (and not just some tedious dad joke that has long since worn out its welcome), but prior to the new Remake series, the developers kept giving Cloud strangely villainous motifs, such as associating him with Fenrir, ostensibly one of Norse mythology's worst malefactors, or gifting him bat wings in Kingdom Hearts (unambiguously Satanic imagery).

More basic takes on this character usually involve some combination of the terms "emo", "loser", "boifailure", etc. Monosyllabic linguistic butchery aside, some of these descriptions may be partially true, but they often miss the real point: Whatever else he may be, Cloud Strife is anything but a harmless softie. If anything, post-canon, he is a psychological ticking time-bomb, one whose mental state depends largely on the company he keeps. With good friends keeping him on the straight and narrow, he'd undoubtedly be the gentlest soul. In the wrong company, however? He could easily end up becoming far more unhinged and dangerous than even his greatest nemesis could aspire to. Kitase once described him as having "a real dark side", one that presumably has less to do with Sephiroth's mind games than his own struggles against the world, ones that have rendered him a near-misanthrope, and which almost certainly would have if not for his ties with his friends and found family (Aerith, Tifa, Barret, Yuffie, etc…).

We catch glimpses of this side of Cloud's character every so often, such as when Yazoo and Loz shoot him in the back near the end of Advent Children. His reaction is telling. His face betrays not the dejection of someone ready to give up the fight, but the sheer vitriol of someone ready to tear apart anything and anyone foolish enough to get in his way. The same goes for his final confrontation with Sephiroth at the Northern Crater during the original story's ending. Sephiroth falls back on his usual intimidation tactics, not realizing that his hated enemy has long since cut his strings, and that his attempts at terrorizing and gaslighting the "nobody" who humbled him at Nibelheim are destined to fail. Cloud, though initially shocked, does not shrink away. He narrows his gaze. He knows the fight is over before it's even begun, and proceeds to deliver his foe an absolutely merciless beatdown.

Amidst the relentless meta pookie-posting and metaphorical cheek-pinching, people forget that there's a lot of hidden rage within this character. It is not a side of his personality that he is proud of, per se. But it is clearly there. More enlightened fans will understand this implicitly. One does have to wonder what missed opportunities Square had after AC/DoC for further character development in this regard. Sadly, as of the failure of Dirge of Cerberus to meaningfully advance FFVII's story, and Square's subsequent overreliance on contentious backstory additions instead, we may never know. Still, hope remains that the fandom could help fill in the blanks from time to time.

"The wild still lingered in him, and the wolf in him merely slept." —Jack London, White Fang

[salternateunreality2]

I SUDDENLY WANT A GIRL-DAD BARRET AU WHERE HE IS THE GIRL DAD TO END ALL GIRL DADS (yes I know this is already canon, but I want MOAR)

Barret with minified Aerith, Tifa, Jessie, Cloud, baby Marlene, and Yuffie. And maybe a little Miniroth and Genesis and Angeal.

The boys can be pre-transition (Cloud? Gen?), just honorary members of the club, post-transition (Seph?), or gender swapped through the power of AU or something.

Barret wearing two of his girlies in a backpack and a sling half the time while herding the rest of the rabble.

Barret hosting tea parties, gun arm festooned in ribbons.

Barret teaching self-defense to a bunch of pretty princesses with the chubbiest cheeks and the fiercest scowls.

Sephiroth coming over and watching from the bushes as everyone else gets to dress up. Barret initially being wary, but eventually welcoming him. Them figuring out together that Sephy is Sephira. Aerith leading the charge in welcoming her into the group.

Angeal learning how to be the best momdad dadmom from his hero, Barret, and growing up to sport the frilliest aprons for his girls while also showing off his beard.

Cloud being quietly distressed for months as she enjoys dressing up and feeling pretty, but it still doesn't feel right. Barret taking her out on a daddy daughter date and them figuring out she's a they. Cloud feeling so much more settled as they fluctuate between masc and fem presentations, but is still included.

Genesis "suddenly" deciding she's a he (he thought about this for years, but he pretends it's sudden because he lives for drama), but still being included. He gives no fucks about gender norms when it comes to fashion, and is welcomed as-is. Well, as much as anyone welcomes a squawking parrot of Loveless.

Jessie and Aerith being horrible menaces to society, then when Yuffie is acquired, molding her into their image...and creating a monster worse than the two of them combined. They are very proud.

Marlene and Tifa being the sweethearts with fists of steel who scare off all the bad guys. I mean, everyone can kick ass, but they're the ones you don't see coming. They don't start fights, but they do finish them.

Cloud, Genesis, Yuffie, and Aerith start fights.

Zack is another cis boy (like Angeal) who gets invited to things because he's just such a good boy.

Uncle Cid and Uncle Vincent take the crew out for a day and come back looking like they aged 5 years.

The gals (gender neutral) turn into a roving gang of justice and terrorize bullies everywhere.

Barret sitting in so many parent teacher conferences asking why his child is getting reprimanded when the other child harassed them first.

Or why his child is getting reprimanded for starting an underground pizza ring when her food is both healthier and tastier than anything the cafeteria is offering.

Or why his child can't wear a dress one day and a tank top and combat pants the next day. Are you saying if they're masc presenting, they can't wear a dress, or are you saying that if they're fem presenting, they can't show their shoulders? Either way, fuck you.

Or why his ginger kid and silver-headed kid can't get into a fight with each other and destroy school property over the pettiest...ok, ok, yeah fair enough. SIGH.

[catboyidia]

Heya! I have midterms this week (wish me luck), can I ask for some floof head canons to give me energy?

I'm okay if you want to keep it in the omegaverse au or not, also good with ags and bc (and anything you'd like to add)

Thank youuu, hope you're doing good

omg i wish you best of luck anon! i really hope all goes well! :)

heres a few of the softest/most domestic headcanons that come to mind:

(mostly asg but there is one zc too)

- genesis has a secret stash of stuffed animals, including his favorite thats a little grey cat he's had for a long time that he calls "sephy", and he refuses to let sephiroth find out about it. only angeal knows about it, and he teases genesis about "sephy" whenever he sees it but he has also promised to keep genesis' secret, partially because they have a deal that if angeal keeps "sephy" a secret, genesis won't tell zack about the time angeal absolutely gushed, and even got emotional about how proud he was of zack when zack got promoted to first (it was angeal's proudest "fatherly" mentor moment)

- the first time cloud brought zack home to meet his mom, he was incredibly nervous about how it would go, and even zack was a little nervous about making a good impression, but as soon as claudia saw them together and saw how zack treated cloud, she instantly loved zack and welcomed zack as a part of the family, treating him like a son and even giving zack her blessing to marry cloud in the future. not to mention that claudia also felt it necessary to start telling zack every single embarrassing moment in cloud's childhood, which zack found absolutely adorable, but poor cloud could only sit there in horror

- before asg went public with their relationship, the three of them, mainly genesis though, would always find ways to sneak small kisses and whisper soft "i love you"s to each other in the minuscule timeframes between their public appearances, which nearly led to them being caught numerous times. and whenever they had public appearances as a group, like interviews and whatnot, they would always do things like link their pinkies together under a table or just out of view of the cameras, or they would "accidentally" brush the back of their hands together, just doing anything they could to be as close as possible in public without being caught

- sometimes angeal will get cold since he's the only one who doesn't have a coat as part of his uniform, so genesis will lend angeal his coat, but not without teasingly "scolding" angeal the way he knows angeal would scold him or sephiroth if they were in the same position, almost as payback for all the times angeal has scolded them over small things

- on rare occasions, sephiroth will be in a very specific clingy mood where he wants nothing more than to just cuddle or be cuddled by genesis and angeal, but he never voices his desires, not really knowing how to. although despite sephiroth never saying anything, genesis and angeal are somehow always able to tell what sephiroth wants, always being able to notice the tiniest of subtle hints and differences in sephiroth's behavior, and they always find it to be the cutest thing ever, and never hesitate to give sephiroth what he wants

[oneforthemunny]

farrah & sephy

https://www.tiktok.com/@mynameisn0tellen/video/7301704067175255339

lmaooooo

i also feel like this could be eddie at nb’s thanksgiving. maybe when they first get engaged. her parents are cunts and like make some back handed comment about “button, we had these seating chart set for weeks. we didn’t know there would be,” eyes cutting to eddie. “extras.”

and she knows it’s bullshit. they know it too. eddie just doesn’t want her to get upset. be in a mood and let them ruin thanksgiving.

“no worries. there’s a seat at the kids table?” eddie nods towards the table with kids in the back of the dining room. “i’ll sit over there.”

and that’s how nb and eddie spend their first thanksgiving engaged. sitting at a kids table, which is much more welcoming and enjoyable, with her cousin’s kids and parents friend’s kids. they think eddie’s tattoos are cool, some like his music and want to ask him a million questions. he’s surprisingly good with kids, fun, a little exaggerated and it makes them screech with laughter.

that’s the first time nb is like ok… i’ll have your babies whatever lol.

[musings-ofmuses]

hey, isn’t that DAPHNE “PHE” COHEN-LEVY, who looks a little like MAUDE APATOW? i hear SHE is a TWENTY-FIVE year old CIS WOMAN who works as a SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER/EVENT PHOTOGRAPHER @ ASPEN CREEK TOWN HALL who has been in town for TWENTY-FIVE YEARS. they ARE a member of one of aspen creek’s founding families. you can usually find them at SUNNYVALE COMMONS or THE BACK ALLEY BREW. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of DANCING UNDER METEOR SHOWERS, PASTEL RETRO SWEATERS COVERED IN PATCHES, THE SMELL OF SAGE AND LAVENDER, AND THE GLOW OF THE TV PLAYING 90S VIDEO GAMES. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through!

Full Name: Daphne Angeline Cohen-Levy Nickname(s): Phe, Daph, Phi-Phi (Cohen family only) Age: 25 Birthday: September 3rd, 1999 Astrological Sign: Virgo Place of Birth: Aspen Creek, North Carolina *Parents: Mother (50+) and Father (50+) *Siblings: Older Sibling(s) (26+) and one Younger Sibling (21-24) Children: N/A Pets: Dionysus “Dio” (6-year-old Ragdoll cat), Nyx (2 ½-year-old Oriental Shorthair cat), and Purrsephone “Sephie” (4-month-old Ragdoll cat) *Relationships: Ex-Boyfriend(s) (wanted connection) and Current FWB & Possible Romance (wanted connection) Scars: Three small scars from having her gallbladder removed Tattoos: N/A Other Physical Distinctions: Many prominent birthmarks all over her body Sexual Orientation & Gender: Heterosexual and Heteroromantic ;; Cis Female Occupation: Social Media Manager and Events Photographer for the Town of Aspen Creek

bullet points

• tw: mention of broken bones, medical issues, chronic illness •

○ summer was still hanging in the air as the clocks turned to midnight. at that moment, on friday september 3rd, 1999, daphne angeline cohen-levy was welcomed into the world on her exact due date. that ‘fun fact’ seemingly predicted her future, as she grew into a child that thrived off perfection and preciseness.

○ before she was able to make a stake for herself in the cohen-levy family, daphne was soon thrust into the dreaded middle child role; always feeling overlooked and underappreciated. the constant feeling of both being too old to get away with her frankly normal childhood behavior yet being too young to participate in activities her older sibling(s) could persist even into her adulthood. it feels as if she is always being told by her parents that she's not accomplished enough but she can't possibly know what's best for her because she's 'so young'.

○ since she began to talk, daphne has had some kind of nickname. in her younger years, it was phi phi (a name that has lingered in the family's lexicon much to her dismay). middle school? daph. and though daph still sticks around, for the majority of people she is known as phe.

○ even if it was only one part of her hyphenated last name, phe grew up knowing the weight bearing the 'cohen' name meant in town. it was a status symbol; there had to be a reason her mom kept it after her marriage, right? but it also carried an expectation. they were virtually the pseudo-figureheads of the town. the last thing phe wanted to do was rock the boat. this self-induced (but also slightly parentally implied) pressure fueled the girl's already existing proclivity towards perfectionism.

○ they say you're either a horse girl, a mermaid girl or a princess girl growing up but phe opted for a secret forth option: the dancer girl. thank you for the music by abba must have been written about her since it seemed that she too had truly been dancing before she could walk. phe was balletcore before it was trendy (just ask her childhood bedroom: tacky mid 00's hot pink ballerina silhouettes splashed across her sheets and any bit of merch that said 'dance' was the vibe all day, every day) . by the age of two she was placed in dance classes, and the cohen-levy parents knew they were never looking back. phe's whole heart and soul lived in dance. there was nowhere she felt more free nor more herself than in a dance studio

○ her love of dance and horribly competitive nature that thrived off the need to be the best at everything poised phe perfectly to enter the competitive dance world. she started going for titles at six with her dance company's elite team and would prove to be a reliable winner as the years went on. the girl has lost count of how many titles she has won and is currently storing at least three rubbermaid boxes full of trophies and crowns in her parents' attic (since only so many will fit in her small apartment). 'first place' was like her drug. the young girl would wind herself up into such horrible, anxious knots wondering what she did wrong if she was even a tenth of a place below first. that's why she tried to land there as little as possible.

○ when she wasn't at competition, phe was shut up in her room playing all the classic cozy games. her summer nights and free weekends were filled with whatever sims or harvest moon game was out at the time. to this day, she still can be found with a blanket wrapped around her, a bowl of chips by her side and her little virtual life on the screen in front of her.

○ she is also a blossoming cat lady. she has three currently and they are her pride and joy.

○ despite pushback from her parents, phe decided to major in dance. she hoped to continue in competitions for a while and soon transition into either performing with a ballet company or owning her own studio. however, at nationals during her third semester, there was a part in her dance where she went down to one knee. everything before that was going swimmingly; a shoo-in for first place. when that knee hit the stage though, all phe remembers was hearing a loud crack and feeling as if her entire leg had exploded. she was soon whisked away to the hospital where they discovered her kneecap had completely shattered, requiring her to get a full knee replacement. 'devastated' wasn't a strong enough word for the feelings that overcame her when she found out she couldn't dance for at least a year after the surgery.

○ but everyone in her family had one question on their minds: how did a completely healthy nineteen-year-old's knee completely shatter from a simple landing? well, after extensive and invasive testing, the culprit was revealed: systemic lupus erythematosus causing osteoporosis. it made sense; she had been feeling achier than usual (chalked up to her getting older and less flexible as she grew), got exhausted so quickly (usually blamed on lack of sleep or doing too much), and was starting to see a rash pop up across her cheeks (which was misdiagnosed as eczema). she thought the year ban on dance, though? once she heard her doctors recommend she not do any professional dancing ever again at the risk of her doing irreparable damage to herself as he condition continued to progress, the sound of her heart shattering felt louder than hearing her literal bone split open. her whole life had been planned by her since she was seven. and now? she had to start back at square one.

○ after a gap year of healing (and moping. and crying. and wallowing), phe went back to school to get her social media marketing degree at the suggestion of her parents (most jobs would accommodate her body becoming less mobile over the years as her lupus progressed). if this was the path her life was to take, it was time to throw everything she had into starting off on the right foot. getting both her BA and MA in social media marketing plus getting a 4.0 GPA both times was absolutely a coping method for losing her past love.

○ being a part of the cohen family meant getting a job at town hall wasn't the hardest thing in the world. plus, this role (that may have been made for her) was supposed to be easy. it was basically getting town news out online in a fun, aesthetic, and trendy way. her older coworkers were glad to have someone who actually majored in all of that 'tech nonsense' to deal with what they saw was frivolous. unable to do the bare minimum, though, phe has also dedicated herself to completely recoding the town's website and has volunteered to be the events photographer (a class she added on for credits in undergrad that became a side hobby for her). again, see how we used the word supposed?

○ when the shoe (aka news of her uncle's (the MAYOR's) affair) dropped, work suddenly got very stressful. she had to sift through all of the comments, deleting and banning people left and right. phones rung every hour of the day, asking for a comment. and now? now she has to do full seo damage control.

○ though she is being held together by a string with the structural integrity of one of her most worn pointe shoe's laces, phe puts on a front of complete calm and perfection. she's had years of practice, after all. does she spend nights at the bar to just get away from the chaos and let loose a little too often? maybe. but that's okay. she can keep it together just a bit longer. the gossip train can't last forever, right? .....right?

wanted connections/plots

any and all, please! she is a very new muse and subject to change so please feel free to reach out <3

[shatteredsilverwing]

Different Stages of Life AU - First Sleepover Pt. 1.5

Since I have to split my First Sleepover fic up into two different posts (Thank you kindly, Tumblr~), I'm going to post the first part of it here, and the second part of it seperately... Part 1 can be found here!

Enjoy! Words and Characters in total: Words: 1,971 words Characters: 10,869 characters

DING DONG! There it was. That sound which made Sephiroth feel antsy the moment the sound reached his delicate ears. The doorbell. Well, actually, It wasn’t the doorbell itself that frightened him, but more the reason why it rang. Angel was supposed to visit him this weekend and moreover, she planned a sleepover at his place. No one has ever visited Sephiroth before, much less staying overnight. It was the very first time, so he was very jittery. His Mother’s encouragement, that he would play an excellent host to Angel, soothed his nerves a little. She also made sure to teach his son how to be a gentleman towards a lady and how to make sure that she felt comfortable and welcomed at all times.

DING DONG! The doorbell rang once more, and even though he stood right in front of the entrance door, Sephiroth still hasn’t moved an inch. He took a deep breath and reminded himself of one of the rules his Mother taught him: Never keep a lady waiting!

“Okay, Sephiroth…”, he mumbled to comfort himself, “You’ve got this…” With a shaking hand, he grabbed the door handle and, to his own surprise, accidentally flung the door open, almost crashing into Angel. “Hello, Sephy!”, Angel greeted him with a bright, enthusiastic smile, “If I had known that you were that excited to see me, I would’ve arrived earlier!” Sephiroth’s cheeks turned scarlet when he realised what she just said and immediately adjusted his posture. “Hello, Angel. "Please, come in.” He stepped aside to invite her into his home and Angel happily obliged. Even though she was carrying one of her favourite rucksacks on her back and another shoulder bag, she entered the house at an easy pace. After Sephiroth closed the door behind him, he seemed unsure on what to do next. Should he ask her if he should carry her belongings into the guest room upstairs? Should he offer her something to drink first? Just when he was about to ask her, they both heard soft-footed steps from across the kitchen. “Angel, it's good to see you! Have you arrived safely, my sweet child?” Mother Jenova hugged Angel together with her luggage into a tight embrace, almost squeezing her. But Angel didn’t seem to mind, as her smile got even wider and nodded eagerly in response.

“That’s good to hear! Sephiroth, be a dear and help Angel to carry her luggage upstairs into our guest room, alright?”

“Y-yes, Mother…”, he replied and couldn’t help but feel relieved that his Mother began to speak before he got the chance to do so. Otherwise, he probably would’ve stood there for a few seconds in awkward silence, making both of them feel uncomfortable. Angel stripped off her shoulder bag and carefully handed it over to him with a bashful smile. “I hope it’s not too heavy… I couldn’t decide which stuffed animal I should take with me…” When Sephiroth took it, he smiled at her reassuringly. “It’s not too heavy, don’t worry!” And thus, they both went upstairs with Sephiroth taking the lead. Angel was mesmerised by the size of the upper floor and didn’t know where to look first. With all the paintings, family photos and shelves filled to no end with books and sketches, the upper floor resembled a museum gallery more like. There was a lot to discover! “Who drew all of these paintings?”, she asked without averting her eyes from them. “My Mother”, he answered briefly as he headed to the door of the guest room. Angel was speechless with amazement while passing all the paintings and photos one after another, until one particular photo caught her eye. She came to a stop to take a closer look at it. In the photo, there’s Sephiroth’s Mother, Jenova, holding her beloved son within her arms when he was still a baby. If Angel would have to guess where this photo was taken, she would bet on a hospital. Probably shortly after Jenova gave birth to him. When she moved her eyes to the right side of the photo, she noticed something unusual about it. The photo was torn apart and the part that was ripped off was missing. She blinked a few times before she tilted her head in confusion, but before she could say or ask anything about it, Sephiroth already came running and pulled her away from it. “I’ll bring you to our guest room now. It’s on the opposite side of my room. Come on.” Usually, Angel would’ve scolded him for this rude gesture, but her guts told her to keep quiet and to have patience with him. There’s probably a good reason why he reacted like that, so she didn’t take it with a grain of salt. Instead, she tried to change the subject when they entered the guest room to lighten up the mood again. The room was painted in a delicate pink that matched perfectly with the carpeted floor and the pale pink curtains on each side of the window. The window reached down to the floor and had a good view on the landscape that stretched out to the horizon. The blankets and the pillows, who would have thought, were also covered with delicate pink sateen bed sheets. The bed itself looked very comfy and bouncy, Angel already planned on making use of that mattress… In the same corner where the door was, stood a wooden rocking chair that felt like it didn’t belong in this room. “I thought I was sleeping with you in a room together. A lot of children don’t have the luxury of having a guest room at home.” “I don’t like sharing my room with someone else. B-but…”, he hastily added while he turned around to face her, “that has nothing to do with you! I just… Never had a sleepover before…”

Sephiroth looked down, ashamed of his answer. He worried that Angel might get mad at him for his stupid reasoning and didn’t dare to look at her. But she wasn’t mad at him. In fact, she was more heartbroken to hear that Sephiroth never got to experience the joy of a sleepover. She knew that he hadn't had that many friends to begin with, or, none at all, rather. But this… She tenderly grabbed his other hand as well, giving them a loving squeeze. “Don’t worry, Sephy. If you don’t like it, then I can sleep here. I don’t mind.” After hearing her reassurance, he got his courage back to look at her, and when he saw her smiling gently at him, he blushed heavily and relief spread through his whole body. He even managed to return a slight smile. “Do you want to go down to the kitchen? My Mother is making some pancakes for us.” “Of course! But first, I want to see your room!” Though Sephiroth could have guessed it, he was taken aback by her demand to see his room first. It’s not like his room wasn’t clean and tidy all the time, he just didn’t find his room to be interesting in general. “Okay, but it’s nothing special, trust me.”

[To be continued]

[viscountessevie]

Something There Vignette #2 - The Carriage

A/N: Welcome back to all who have been following this story aka my besties who have been either helping me beta reading and editing this with me or those just along for the ride reading snippets and listening to me ramble - here’s a second part of Chapter 1! [Taglist in the notes!]

Those who are new: Hello there! This is a fanfic for Lord Cassidy from Mr. Malcolm’s List and since he didn’t get a love interest in the film and is PRIME HR hero material, I gave him one! Her name is Lady Persephone Parker-Greens and you can read all about her in the links below. This is a childhood best friends to lovers story with marriage of convenience and a touch of forbidden romance. 

Masterlist | Vignette #1 | Vignette #3 

Yall read The Waltz and came back? Okay so some context, after the waltz they are both ambushed by other suitors and debs respectively and it’s just a filler scene that was too boring to post but probably will sharpen it up by the time I post the fic. The following vignette takes place after their separation at the Ball and they are on their way home together since they’re neighbours. Happy Reading yall!! [Added a watermark to my edit this time! I mean this is a very niche edit but if anyone does want to share - please let me know beforehand but reblogs are the most appreciated! Thank you] 

As they left Amberton Manor, Sephy started to spring back to life. She could be the life of the party if she pleased and the occasion called for it. However, there was a guarded wall up with her performances in the Ton. If one knew where to look. Cassie knew. Now, as she pulled herself to his side, she allowed herself to relax in his presence. This is when the real fun began. 

"There she is." He chuckled, his arm around her waist squeezing her playfully closer to him. They were so close she could feel the vibrations of his laugh against her own body. "I could have sworn you were about to put yourself to bed in the middle of the ballroom floor after Dick Chumley tried to engage you a second time." 

Finally feeling free from prying eyes, she produced her fan hanging from her wrist and delivered a quick swat against his chest. "I would never. I will have you know, I am the perfect debutante" She gasped dramatically before hitting him again, lightly this time. "And that was for ignoring me while talking to Lady Feather."

"Lady Feather? You're slipping tonight, my dear Sephy." He teased and she couldn't help but smile at the endearment. It was just like any other night of theirs so why did it feel different? She shook her head to settle herself as they reached her carriage. 

"Oh, I know exactly what her name was. It was Lady Gwyneth. She had far too many feathers, I'm surprised your nose was not aggravated." They left the conversation there as Cassie excused himself for a moment, running over to his valet and carriage. Most likely to brief that he'll be travelling with her tonight and to follow them. 

She was opening the door to let herself in when he jogged back and swatted her hand away. Holding out his hand to guide her in, he opened the door for her. Sephy clasped his hand grateful and climbed in. Once she situated herself comfortably, she tugged him in. They both underestimated her strength of her pull as he tumbled inside and landed squarely on top of her. 

She fell back onto the seat and their bodies pressed against each other under his weight. This time it did not feel as alarming as it did in the ballroom. Sephy was starting to enjoy being pressed up against Cassie. Before he could put out his arms to stop himself from crushing her, their faces came close together and their lips crashed into each other. Fire was the only thought that ran through her mind. It was the only way to describe how she felt having his lips on hers. Every part of her was set aflame. 

The initial shock wore off a moment later and Cassie pulled back. He stared earnestly into her eyes, silently asking Sephy for permission to continue. They both knew their whole night had been building up to this. The waltz had been the turning point for them both, most of all for Sephy who was seeing Cassie in a new light. Oh, it was maddening how desperately she wanted to have him kiss her again. 

Persephone didn’t need a moment to think before nodding enthusiastically. Tilting her head up, she pressed her lips against his. She let herself melt into the kiss. Her hands instinctively found his hair, her fingers tangling themselves through his thick locks while Cassie’s own hands came to cradle her head gently. Her fingers trailed down to stroke the nape of his neck, earning her a moan from him. She smiled satisfied against his lips as she brought her hands down to his lapels to tug him closer to her. They shifted their position so their legs could slot perfectly together. With one hand running through her hair, Cassie slid the other down the curve of her neck - letting her shiver in the wake of his touch before cupping her breast through her dress. His thumb rubbing against the hard pebble of her nipple, causing her to whimper into his mouth. 

For those few minutes, they forgot themselves. They were completely wrapped up in each other, oblivious to the world outside. Then the door closed behind them, the noise startled the two. Persephone swore she jumped out of her skin while Cassie jumped away from her, landing on the seat across from her. 

She used to always adore how well she could read him and how expressive he could be. Tonight, it felt like a curse. It was crystal clear how he felt about the kiss. Watching him carefully, she could pick out his furrowed eyebrows, eyes trained to the ground - he wouldn’t even look at her - and it had brought out his worst habit: chewing his lip to the point of drawing blood. She did take pride in how flushed he was from the kiss with his once perfectly styled hair all mussed up and swollen lips she was sure she could spend a lifetime kissing. Before she could part her lips to speak, he spoke first. He was stammering and fidgeting with nerves. Whatever was he nervous about? 

“Sephy - Persephone, I apologise. That was highly inappropriate and… I shouldn’t have done that. It-it shouldn’t have gone that far. Good God, I compromised you.” He covered his hands over his mouth. She knew he was one for theatrics but this was too dramatic, even for her taste. 

“Thank you for the delightfully astute observation, Caswell.” She said dryly, rolling her eyes at him. She was upset that ‘compromising her’ seemed to be his main priority. She hated that he seemed to regret what just happened and so she deflected. If he hated it, then she was going to pretend she didn’t care for it. “It was just a kiss, you do not have to get your breeches in a twist.”

“How are you so cavalier about this? I stole your virtue!” He dropped his head into his hands and let out a long groan. She could only glare at him with mild annoyance. With his dramatics, she couldn’t even enjoy how much she liked being ‘compromised’ in his words.  “You didn’t steal anything, for Christ’s sake!” She leaned over to take his hands in hers. He slowly lifted his head up and finally looked her in the eye. She rubbed soothing circles on his hand while she reached out to caress his face and ran her fingers through his hair gently. He slowly started to calm down.  “And I’m cavalier about this because it’s within our discretion, Cassie. It never happened if we don’t say anything.” She assured him. It hurt her to say it, but it was true. She loved him too much as a best friend to trap him into a marriage over a silly kiss that he certainly seemed to have hated. 

“I am not going to lie to your parents, Persephone.” She did not care for the way he hissed her name and dropped her hands from his. “I did compromise you and I will be asking your parents’ permission for your hand in marriage the moment we get off this carriage.” He insisted honourably. He was so earnest about it all, she couldn’t hate him for it. What she did hate however was the finality in which he said it. She narrowed her eyes at him, staring him down with a glare usually directed at others for misstepping but he knew it all too well. 

“Marriage?! Please tell me this is one of your jokes, Cassie. I assure you it is absolutely not funny.” Her tone was incredibly flat. The seriousness in his eyes told her exactly what she needed to know. She crossed her arms and stared hard at him.  “Does your future bride get any say in the matter?” Her sharp and sarcastic tone was giving him whiplash. His eyes flashed and she could tell he was wounded. She had pushed her tone a little too far - making a mockery of his proposition by calling herself his bride. Nevertheless, she steeled herself and kept staring until he answered her. 

“It’s the honourable thing to do, dearest and were you not just complaining days ago that you were already tired of the season and wanted a husband to fall into your lap? Well, here I am.” He grinned up at her. Now it was his turn to reach out and laced her fingers in his. 

Shaking her head, she started to re-evaluate how her life had come to this. She had said that. Irony truly was a cruel mistress. Her thumb dragged across his as she gazed down contemplating at the sight. Who wouldn’t want to be married to their best friend? It was not as if she had never considered the thought of marrying him before. She was not one to be fussy about her marriage built on love. She knew exactly the kind of world she was born into. Marriage was a transaction and the safety net of the next chapter in a woman’s life. If one were to be rather pessimistic, it has been said that marriage was a woman’s legal death. She knew it would not be that awful with Cassie. Yet she knew if she allowed this, she would be robbing him of actual love. She knew he wanted a love match. He always has, ever since they were children. He was the dreamer and she was the practical one. 

“No, Cassie, I will not be robbing you of your independence. And aren't you supposed to be upset that you've been ensnared by the claws of matrimony?”  “Must you always forget, Sephy? I’m not like them - you know me better than that.” “Why are you so eager? We’re not in love.” She shot back.

Before he could answer, the carriage came to a stop. He huffed, "All this bickering when I could have been getting better acquainted with my bride." His eyes twinkled at the comment as he leaned in close to her. His eyes dropped to her lips for the briefest of moments. She glared at him when she realised he was teasing her. He never knew how to be serious, could he? 

His wit was one of the things she enjoyed most about him. Tonight, it made her want to strangle him. Just as she was about to protest, the carriage door opened and her mask came on. She looked to him with pure adoration and was all smiles as Footman Jack helped her from the carriage. Forging forward first, a good distance was kept between them that no one but Cassie would be none the wiser to. Once they reached her front door, she spun on her heel to face him. 

"I trust you'll keep our discretion tonight to yourself. Good night, Lord Cassidy." She gave him a cold curtsey and left him wondering where it all went wrong.  "May I at least walk you to your room?" He hurried to catch up with her and gave her a pleading look. She never could say no to him. She nodded slowly, not trusting herself to say anything else. 

The exhaustion of the day was weighing on her. Sensing this, he shuffled closer to offer up his shoulder to lean on. Old habits die hard and Persephone laid her head against his shoulder as he guided their way to her room. Breathing came easier when her parents were nowhere to be seen lounging in the drawing room. She knew Cassie well enough to know that he would have somehow let it slip to her parents about their indiscretion. It was an uncomfortable silence on the walk to her room. She absolutely despised it. This is exactly why she never let the thought of marrying Cassie go beyond considerations. All superficial attractions did was ruin friendships. Theirs had long transcended a friendship, they had a deep lifelong bond that couldn’t be compared to anything else. She wouldn’t trade it for anything else, not even a marriage based on lust with him. It was simply not worth it. 

When they finally reached the threshold of her room, Cassie was the first one to  break the silence. “I truly am sorry for tonight, Sephy.”

She couldn’t fathom what was so horrible and regretful about the kiss that he had to be sorry. She may not want to marry him because he felt pressured to do so but she did not regret that kiss. Not even a little bit, not even at all. It made her want to scream desperately, “I’m not!” at him but she was far too tired to muster the energy. All she could do was nod mutely. 

“Promise me you will not tell my parents about tonight?” She pleaded softly - they would without a doubt have the two of them be married before the month’s end. The idea of Cassie resenting her later in their lives for trapping him in a loveless marriage broke her heart. There could be love in their marriage, just not the one he wanted. 

He dipped his head in affirmation, silent and deep in his thoughts. She wished he would tell her exactly what was wrong. While they prided themselves on knowing what was wrong with the other most days, they could not read each other’s mind. This certainly was uncharted territory for the both of them. Sephy was so sure he was going to turn and walk away without a friendly goodbye when he took a breath. She watched him intently, unsure of his next course of action.

“Sephy…” He started to fidget with his hands as he always does when he was nervous, which was most of the time. She took a step closer to him and clasped his hands in hers.  “Yes?” Looking up at him, her eyes were gentle and encouraging. You can tell me anything, was the unspoken reminder. He managed a small smile.  “Would you consider being courted by me? We would not have to marry, however it would give us a chance to explore a romantic attachment.” 

The hope that filled his blue blue eyes made her heart ache. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t break his heart. She swallowed every one of her protests and slowly inclined her head. 

“May I have some time to think about it? It’s been quite the night, Cassie.” She laughed softly, attempting to lighten the dark mood that had been cast upon them. His lips tilted up to match her laugh but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it always does. 

“Of course.” He stepped close to her and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Have a good night, dear Sephy.” 

Persephone had closed her eyes when he kissed her forehead, allowing the moment to wash over her. When she opened them, Cassie was gone. 

[dogoodweirdly]

WRITER SEPHYATHREDON!

“Hey everyone! I'm back from a slump of not having very much writing energy at all last year. Crisis Core Reunion has reignited my love for my favorite blorbos and I'm hoping to kick off the year by writing something really good!”

A warm welcome back to friend of Do Good Weirdly SephyAthredon! Joining us to write for Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core, Sephy will be starting up at 12pm Mountain Time, and streaming her work on a new AU: 

   “Shortly after Angeal's death, Infantrymen are reported going missing around ShinRa and one of the missing ones is Cloud Strife. His best friend Zack Fair tries to get to the bottom of it and finds out that he's being held within ShinRa's science department, but he's going to need some help to bust him out.  That's where Sephiroth comes in. Genesis and Angeal have long deserted ShinRa and he's been entertaining the idea of doing the same. Zack's proposed mission to rescue Cloud may just provide just the opportunity he's been looking for."

Not only does her story sound intriguing, she’ll be using the writing stream to raise funds for Starlight Gaming, a charity that brings gaming to sick kids!

Learn more about Sephy and see more of her work by visiting her on Tumblr @sephyathredon-writing!

Do Good Weirdly is a twice-yearly fandom event, celebrating passionate creators and raising funds for good causes! Learn more or sign up yourself here: https://dogoodweirdly.carrd.co/, or meet more of our participants in the DGW Directory!

[crisiscutie]

could we get more about the relationship between ac sephy and his darling please? he has to be my favourite sephiroth you write, I loved the yandere musings you did for him recently!

(also would it be okay for me to start signing off my asks as 🐺 anon? im too anxious to come off anon but I love your work)

Sure thing, anon! You're always welcomed here!

So regarding AC Sephy and his respective darling, I have little new to say, but I can offer some analysis on him. I think what interests me the most about AC Sephy is that he is a being formed from corrupted Lifestream energy. And since he is so angry yet still ever calculating, I like to think of him as a fusion of a Revenant and an Onryō. Not my love of Phasmophobia coming out here. I think his death and deep dive into the Lifestream once more have completely transformed him. He's more malevolent and unhinged than ever.

And I think if we were to discuss AC Sephy respectively, it's usually necessary to bring up his remnants, as they are extensions of him. It's really heartbreaking to see him treating the manifestations of his inner child as mere objects, to be discarded once they fulfill his needs. It goes to show he is so single-minded in pursuit of his desires and goals, he overlooks his own identity. Post-Nibelheim Sephiroth has always had that bad habit of objectifying everyone and everything, but I believe AC Sephy amplifies it to an unprecedented degree. And his darling wouldn't be much different; she's as precious to him as a cherished toy. A mere doll, devoid of her own desires and dreams, ready to be molded according to his will. Other than that, I do have some random headcanons below!

It has only been two years since his defeat and his current time spent in the Lifestream once again, but yet for Sephiroth, it felt like an eternity.

The more memories he acquired of the planet, the more he had to endure seeing his darling live her life without him, interacting with others, and sometimes even appearing to be on the verge of starting a new relationship, which drove him to madness to whole another level.

So before his remnants even manifested, his cells in his darling kept him seared into her memory. Every time she's with another man, or maybe even look at another one, she's definitely going to be thinking of Sephiroth.

So when they manifested, his remnants hunted his darling down and sheltered her, under the misguided belief that they were looking after her well-being. Definitely did not kidnap her or anything.

Sephiroth would manipulate both the Geostigma and his Remnants, using them as instruments to maintain a tight grip on his darling. Surely she would have no reason to leave them if they can make her condition bareable.

He may even develop a twisted fairytale belief, imagining that if one of the remnants were to kiss the darling, it would bring him back to the world, if only for a moment. However, it seems the remnants are usually too timid to carry out such an act with her, which frustrates him to no end.

Simultaneously, he becomes consumed with jealousy as he watches the darling one showering the remnants with jealously otherwise. Especially if the darling takes on a semi-motherly role for them.

That's what I have on him for now, but I'm always happy to delve into his psychology or explore the other Yandere Sephys in more detail. I'm curious, what is it that draws you to him and makes you love him? I'm also curious to know what specific aspects of other Sephiroths you guys love, too. Please enlighten me, I'm eager to know!

[persephoneacts]

Persephone loved Charlie in ways she often struggled to quantify. Her best friend had been such a staple in her life for so long that she couldn’t — and didn’t want to — even begin to imagine her life without him. The fact that they’d found one another during the darkest period of Sephy’s life should’ve been a sure fire sign that he would soon become a distant memory, an acquaintance left behind on her road to recovery. The reality was that Sephy’s path to sobriety wasn’t a traditional one, her sponsor frowning on the particular company she kept. Charlie was the only person that had remained from that part of her life, but she wouldn’t dream of distancing herself no matter how it impacted her.

Between his reliance on drugs and alcohol, as well as his passion for music, Persephone found herself tucked away in the corners of night clubs, skin itching as people threw back shots on every side of her. Bathrooms weren’t a safe space either, with girls in their early twenties doing lines of coke off the edge of the sinks, dirty needles clattering to the floor of occupied stalls. Temptation lived in every corner of a bar or a club, with even Maggie going so far as to ask her: Does weed really count, though? This had been during the earlier days of their friendship, the other girl had at least gained some small semblance of self-awareness in the time since. Seph had found herself accompanying Maggie, Charlie, Ripley — and sometimes even Jax! — to seedy bars and clubs and house parties that had trouble written all over them, or far more sophisticated events that oftentimes proposed even higher risks.

Today was different, though, and she felt relieved. She’d never tell Charlie just how difficult it was attending his sets, and now that he and Ripley appeared to have hit it off — if you could even call it that — she didn’t see the point in being some Debby Downer when she could just suck it up and support her friends. But with Summer in full swing, Charlie had been chomping at the bit last week to tell her about the last-minute gig he’d managed to book. Far from the familiarity of his usual backdrop, Charlie’s set today was taking place on a small stage situated in the middle of Central Park. The sun was shining down on what appeared to be an EDM festival — Seph wouldn’t pretend to have even the faintest clue — and her best friend had been afforded the honour of headlining one of their smaller stages.

He currently had a crowd of about 150 people — huge by Sephy’s standards! — and the smile he was currently sporting was enough to heal Persephone of any ailments or misgivings she might have had about the day. Contrary to the way she felt about her older cousin, Persephone wasn’t heartless, and it hadn’t gone amiss to her just what yesterday had been. She missed Jules every day, and she knew how much Billy must be hurting today. The urge to pick up the phone or simply stop by his apartment had been difficult to turn away from, an ache building in her chest as she’d fought with herself to not go one step further and lose herself to the bottle instead.

Sufficed to day, Charlie’s set was proving to be a much needed distraction, her cheeks warm as she beamed from the side of the stage as he finished up his set, lightning on his feet as he bounced around with unbridled glee, blowing kisses to the crowd as he waved himself off. Watching Charlie perform was like being bathed in a warm glow, his presence as welcoming as the perfect hug. Addictions and bad habits aside, Charlie was her sanctuary.

“Oh my God, oh my God, can I get your autograph?” Persephone gushed, laughter peeling from her lips as he finally came within reaching distance.

Without hesitation, Persephone launched herself into his arms, her own wrapping snug around his neck, legs coming to circle his waist. She trusted Charlie implicitly and knew he’d catch her as she smothered his cheeks and forehead in kisses.

“You totally rocked that, babe! Holy shit! You should totally check out how many new instagram followers you have. I handed out business cards,” she informed him, feeling smug as she released her hold on him, slipping back down onto the cushy grass beneath their feet. “I’m a real ass Business Bitch.”

[persephoneacts]

While the validity of their romantic relationship could easily be called into question, Persephone would easily go toe-to-toe with anybody that tried to call bullshit on her friendship with Jackson. There might be a level of pretense as far as the public were concerned, but she had no doubt in her mind that the kindness that Jax repeatedly bestowed upon her was completely sincere, a genuine facet to the nuance of their relationship. 

It wasn’t entirely uncommon for men to compliment Persephone’s appearance – she had spent years of her life shrugging off unwanted advances and listening to hideous, older men tell her just how gorgeous she was – but hearing it from Jackson was validating in a way that she’d never found herself searching for until now. There were no ulterior motives behind his words – not even in light of their arrangement – but simply a friend wanting to make her feel good about herself, his voice low, his words only meant for her ears. It felt good to be able to tuck herself against somebody that she knew, by the end of the day, had no intention of taking advantage of her, or making her feel unsafe. While their current predicament might be perceived as transactional to a certain degree, she knew that nothing would be said or done without full and total consent from both of them. 

Slipping into the car, she wondered where exactly it was he was taking her. While the two of them had agreed to a restaurant – somewhere public enough that the two of them would be seen together, but not flashy enough that it might be considered a reuse for paparazzi – Jax hadn’t disclosed the name of their destination. She’d left all the planning in his hands, insisting that she trusted him enough to make sure it was still a nice evening for them both. Even so, the thought of all eyes being on them still sent a slight chill down her spine. Giving up her privacy, and the peace and quiet of her apartment, was something of a sacrifice for Persephone – she hadn’t forcibly thrust herself into the limelight in years, not since the trial – but she was willing to do what needed to be done if it helped her friend.  

Whatever residue nerves Persephone appeared to be harbouring all seemed to slip away the minute the music filled the air, the car’s radio blissfully carrying Maggie Chance’s voice to her ears. It worked wonders to calm her nerves, hearing the upbeat, poppy lyrics spill from her best friend’s lips, like a welcome hug to help ease her into the impending journey. Resting her head against Jackson’s shoulder, her fingers tangled with his, and a warm smile stretched across Sephy’s face as her chest ached with pride for her friend. 

She let Maggie’s voice guide them to their restaurant, not feeling any need to force conversation and make small talk. Her thumb absently traced circles against Jackson’s palm as the two of them sat in silence, and Persephone could almost allow herself to believe that the two of them were simply alone, two friends having a quiet evening together. She was, however, palpably aware of their driver and the way his eyes appeared to flick back and forth between the road and the rear-view mirror, his gaze continually catching her own before he seemed to tear it away and back onto the road again. She had no doubt he recognised at least one of them, but he didn’t appear to be causing a fuss, so she opted to ignore his constant stares, cosy as she was tucked against Jackson’s side. 

Whatever faith she’d had in the driver seemed to melt away the second they arrived at their destination; the car immediately surrounded by people frantically pawing at the bumper, fists indelicately pounding at the window, eager to take a look at who was inside. Her eyes widened with shock as she realised what was happening, anger bubbling under her skin. Stealing a sideways glance at Jackson, she gave his hand a firm squeeze and shook her head. 

“No. Fuck those guys, and fuck whoever tipped them off,” she responded, deliberately raising her voice to ensure the driver heard her remark. She’d had her own fair share of asshole paparazzi chasing her down the street, strangers tipping them off for a quick buck, and she wasn’t about to let some dickhead Uber driver ruin her fun. 

Taking the initiative to make the first move, Persephone’s hand closed around the handle to the door, and she slowly started to make her way out of the car. Immediately, she was surrounded by flashing lights, loud voices calling out her name, Jackson’s too, and she found herself transported back to times she’d long since tried to move on from. Pushing up out of the car, Persephone winced as flashes of light seemed to blind her, drawing a hand up to shield her face, the other tugging nervously at the hem of her dress.  

Suddenly, she wished she’d chosen something else to wear – something less revealing, perhaps with more layers, and a lot less cleavage. Despite herself, despite the years of therapy, she found herself wondering if she’d made a mistake. Was her dress too short? Had she given them too easy access? Was she asking for attention just based on the outfit she’d chosen? Logic told her that she was being ridiculous, that those were the leftover fears of a terrified teenage girl, but it was hard not to fall into old, bad habits. 

“Jackson, baby?” Persephone called out, ducking her head as she tried to dodge various cameras being shoved in her face. 

Scanning the space around her, she caught sight of Jackson trailing closely behind her, having maneuvered his way out of the Uber and to her side in a matter of seconds. She plastered a fake smile onto her face and tugged his hand back into her own, no doubt not for the last time that night, directing the two of them towards the restaurant across the street. Shouts filled the air, calls for them to stop for a quick photo, their names mingling together as they ignored the people around them, Persephone hellbent on showing them that they would not get under her skin. 

“Who knew the whole world was dying to know who Jackson Otto is making cum tonight?” Persephone quipped, deliberately – but oh so nonchalantly – leaning her head towards some dweeb recording on his iPhone. She had no doubt that soundbite would be all over social media within the next half hour. 

Contrary to popular opinion, just because Jax wasn't attracted to women didn't mean he couldn't recognise when a beautiful woman was standing in front of him. And in that moment, there was an exceptionally beautiful woman standing in front of him. Persephone cut a striking figure in a red dress, entirely apt for the holiday. Her blonde hair had been curled into loose ringlets and bounced around her shoulders every time she took a step. Jax knew that Persephone was some man's absolute dream, and she looked the part. In that moment, the smile that adorned his face was genuine.

"Hi." he breathed, despite the fact he knew his words wouldn't quite reach her, offering her a small wave in return.

Inbetween all the madness of divulging his plan to Annie, and the time he'd spent getting ready for his and Persephone's "date", he had begun to wonder if he'd made a mistake. He'd gone so far in his career without succumbing to the age old trap of a fake girlfriend or a "beard", but as Persephone began to launch herself toward him, there was no doubt he'd picked the right girl for the job. She didn't miss a trick.

Spreading his arms to catch her, Jax barely even shifted as a bundle of blonde curls threw her full weight at him. He didn't even tense up as she wrapped her arms around his neck - she seemed to have gotten the memo about the ache, the stiffness in his shoulder. Acting was second nature to Persephone, so he ought to try his hardest to seal the deal on his end.

"Hi, gorgeous." he greeted her, burying his face into her curls as held her, an arm slipping around her waist to gently hold her there. Channelling all the work he'd done in his PT sessions, Jax lifted Persephone off the ground in one slick movement, spinning her giddily on the spot before her delicate heels kissed the pavement once again.

He seemed to have done an alright job, if the kiss that was bestowed on him was anything to go by. He was almost certain her lipstick had made it's mark, but made the conscious decision to leave it. They were putting on a show, were they not?

"And you look so pretty." Jax insisted, leaning in to whisper the words conspiratorially. His lips brushed her forehead sweetly - a nice touch, but also a token of his appreciation. "More than pretty. Stunning."

As the two supposed lovebirds untangled themselves, Jax spun to the waiting car on the street behind them. His hand slipping into Persephone's own, he held it briefly as he opened the car door wide, guiding her to step inside.

After shutting the door firmly behind her, Jax made his way around the car and got in at the other side. He settled himself in, making sure to grab Persephone's hand again, to quell his nerves more than anything, and cleared his throat. Their driver appeared to be firing off a string of texts, and clumsily dropped his phone at Jax's sign they were ready.

Jax's nerves seemed to get the better of him in the car. The radio played a low hum, some pop song Jax wasn't entirely familiar with, as he desperately tried to think of things to say to Persephone. He was looking forward to the quiet discreetness of the restaurant, where hopefully he could just have a quiet dinner with his new friend.

The entire drive, their uber driver seemed to be looking back into the back seat, so much so that Jax felt the need to shuffle a little closer to Persephone, seatbelt be damned. He hoped he didn't recognize his date. Jax had wanted to drag Persephone into his world, but not like that.

Thankfully, the drive was short, and Jax soon began to recognize their surroundings, including the restaurant where, admittedly, he'd had to drop not only his name, but Eli's, in order to get a reservation. This close to Valentine's Day, under any other circumstances, Jax would never have gotten in. He wondered which unfortunate D-list celebrity had been bumped to make space for him, and felt a minute tinge of guilt.

The sidewalk however, was flooded with people. As they slowed to a stop, Jax's stomach lurched as a crowd of people immediately seemed to descend onto the pavement before them. A few choice idiots even slammed the flat of their palm on the hood of the car, a terrifying beckoning for the two to step out. Jax cast a worried glance at his date.

"This is a lot more people than usual. Do you want to go somewhere else?" he questioned, giving her hand a quick squeeze. "If you want to go home, just say the word."

Jax didn't like to think the worst of people, but an ugly feeling rose in his stomach as he glanced at the driver in the front seat. He'd known their final destination. At the sight of Persephone, had he called in some sort of tip?

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Update: painfully, semi inactive.

Welcome to the Underworld! I’m Persephone, but you can call me Sephie or Phi for short. I write whenever I can in between the seasons but best remember that I have godly affairs outside of this realm to attend to.

Every soul that wanders here has my protection. No hate and conflict will be tolerated.

Enter the temple.

ruling with: Hades

Orpheus is playing: Talk - Hozier

Dionysus is serving: Pomegranate elderflower spritzers

Paregoros comforts with: うらみちお兄さん

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Souls on their way:

✎ Tainted: Sugawara x teacher!reader (series)

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✎ Toothpaste Kisses: domestic!Sakusa

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