#ff7 sephiroth x reader

[crisiscutie]

dollhouse

One of my yandere musings inspired me to write this! I always found the idea of a yandere Sephiroth stealing the darling of Fluffy Sephiroth to be really interesting, so why not do it now? Fair warning though, these are pretty gloomy.

Pairing: AC Sephiroth/Domestic Darling.

Content Warning: NSFW. Noncon. Emotional Abuse. Milk/Nursing Kink. Corruption Kink. Pregnant Darling.

Your weak moans broke the defeaning silence as he languidly fucked your cunt, his hand on your left thigh and the other on your right hip.

Damn your body working against you. Your cunt had a mind of its own; a trembling, gushing, wet mess that relentlessly pleaded for more of him.

But this wicked mockery of the man you loved disgusted your hurt mind.

You wished you were strong enough to support Sephiroth in the fight against his dark mirror...

His slit blue eyes and his twisted smile bore into you and your swollen, pregnant belly. It was clear that in his wicked fantasy mind, he thought this moment between you two was intimate, as if it was natural. It couldn't have been further from the truth, your truth.

"You've never looked so lovely before, my darling," he whispered, his velvety, "sweet" voice tainted with malice. He often tried to mimic your sweet husband to break you, but you always saw right through him. You won't give in. You don't want to.

He increased the power of his thrusts, coaxing a louder moan from your sweet lips, but still keeping that tortuously slow pace.

Oh, how you wanted this to end. How you wanted your Sephiroth back and live the happy life you two had before.

As his hand moved from your hip to your pregnant belly, you clenched your teeth, your protective maternal instincts triggering. No. No. Not your baby. Not what you had left of him.

But as usual, you couldn't move very much. It's like something is keeping your arms down, pinned to the bed. As much as you tried to move against this force, you only arched your back.

Your inner walls tightened around his cock as he delivered a particularly brutal thrust when you failed to respond to him.

"Our child will grow up to be strong. I will be the one to guide her - forever!" He growled.

His vast, dark wing sprouted from his back, wrapping you in its embrace as he continued to stroke your belly.

"You don't need to worry, darling. He's intertwined with me... a part of my very essence," For a brief second, his eyes widened as he said those last words.

He leaned down towards your pregnant belly, his lips hovering close but not quite kissing it.

You didn't react to what he said about your baby. Your focus was on his unsettling words. It's impossible, he couldn't be him. Your Sephiroth is still out there somewhere!

The initially gentle hand on your pregnant belly became possessive and rough as it moved up one of your milk-filled tits.

Your body twitched, a mixture of pain and pleasure unraveling within as he coaxed milk from your engorged nipple, his dark grin slightly widening at your reaction.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll make sure every drop of this precious milk is put to good use."

He squeezed your abused tit harder, reveled in more milk seeping over his hands and your belly. The traces of JENOVA'S imprint within your milk sent him into a primal frenzy.

His luscious lips hungrily latched onto your nipple, his tongue swirled around the flesh as he was determined to make true on his last words.

The thick and creamy liquid danced on his tastebuds, making his chest rumble with a twisted delight.

His cock constantly kissed your cervix, while only ever so slightly increasing his agonizing tempo. Even in his primal frenzy, he's still such a calculating bastard.

He released your nipple with a "pop" when he finally cummed inside you.

You screamed, feeling every drop of his corrupted seed mixing with your cunt juices. It's overwriting your desires and twisting your thoughts to fixate on him.

And it's disgustingly lukewarm, moving within you and coating every part of your insides like it's another entity. Why do you want more of it?!

He had a rare, radiant smile on his face, just like your lost husband. He watched tears streaming down your cheeks, your resistance finally started to melt.

Your husband was weak, he never deserved you... The man with you now could always protect you and your daughter. He could give you everything you ever wanted... Right?

Sephiroth licked the tears from your left cheek, before nuzzling into it and whispering softly in your ear.

"With me, all of my dolls will know true joy."

Next I do Yandere 7R Sephiroth musings? 👀

[ariseur]

pre-nibelheim seph who smiles warmly from afar at the sight of you and angeal getting along, genesis chiming in once in a while with his own input although he’s only stuck on his book anyway. . just seeing you be friendly with the people he loves makes something worm around in his heart, eating away and forming a hole in the shape of you.

and then post-nibelheim sephiroth who’s fighting demons on the daily trying not to stalk you when you go out for the day (ultimately, his restraint does not last long)

[dark-konohagakure2]

Sephiroth obsessed with clouds little sister gets jealous and noncons her, maybe she's a virgin still too

tw: noncon, age difference, size difference, revenge sex, dacryphilia, kidnapping, virginity loss, obsession, degradation

All characters depicted are 18+

Sephiroth despises Cloud, but that doesn't stop him from having a twisted obsession with the young man, ever since he burned down Nibelheim and seemingly killed the boy's family, but when Sephiroth finds out that Cloud has a younger sister who survived the Nibelheim incident, Sephiroth knows that he's just found his newest obsession.

Sephiroth is the ultimate SOLIDER and a force of nature in his own right, so he can easily find the weak civilian girl who is living all on her own, without any big strong elder brother to protect her from whatever monsters might be out there looking for her.

His sudden appearance at her door is quite the shock to the girl, there isn't a single person in the entire world who doesn't know who Sephiroth is, so the fact he's now at her door greatly confuses and scares her, but before she can even ask why he's there, Sephiroth is already roughly grabbing the poor girl.

Sephiroth is an incredibly strong and tall man, towering over almost every human he encounters, so it's as easy as crushing an ant underboot for him to hold her down and tear off her clothes, and he'll let his intentions and reasons for what he's doing be known to her very quickly.

"Dying in that fire would have been a merciful fate for you, little insect. Now look at you, completely at my mercy, how sad..."

Sephiroth doesn't have a lot of experience with more human things such as sex and closeness despite his slew of admirers, he knows what sex is, but to him it's just a way to degrade and assert dominance over people, and that is exactly what Sephiroth is going to do to her.

The SOLIDER isn't the slightest bit gentle when he fucks her, why would he be? She's a bug while he's practically a god among men, humans like her only exist for his ends, and right now his end is getting off and hurting Cloud via his sister, a goal he won't lose sight of even when he's balls deep in the struggling girl and feeling his skin against her own.

Sephiroth isn't completely immune to arousal however, he is a man after all, and he can't deny the way his cock throbs and leaks inside of her at the sensation of her virginity giving way to his fat cock, or the way his hips speed up slightly when he catches sight of tears streaming down her pretty little face, he makes sure to commit all those lovely sights to memory.

He wants to degrade the young woman as much as possible simply for the crime of existing as his enemy's beloved sister, so he's going to keep her as his cumdump for quite some time, forcing her to fulfil the purpose that he believes all humans serve; being useful to him and his ends.

"You're pathetic, just like that dear brother of yours. But fortunately for the both of us, you're never going to see that useless boy ever again, you belong to me now."

Sephiroth finds himself rather entertained by his newest toy, especially due to her resemblance to his arch nemesis, but his amusement with her doesn't save her from his wrath, because Sephiroth will discard of her the moment she isn't fun to play with anymore.

[leeus-writing]

Hi! Saw that 5 slots are open so I wanted to try my chance 🤞🏻I would like to request a Sephiroth scenario in which he has been insatiable since his first time with the reader, like wanting it every day until the reader has to explain to him in a loving way that her body cannot keep up with his superhuman stamina and then he opens up about how he has been touch-starved all his life and the reader starts to understand and feel for him. Thank you ♡

Hi

I wasn't sure if you wanted it NSFW or not so I kept it as SFW

Touched

The first time was amazing. It left you giddy and sleepy with satisfaction. When he wanted it in the morning to you were just overwhelmed by the feeling of being wanted. And then the next day… then the next. After a while you started to try and pretend to be asleep, but Sephiroth would just wake you up.

You were exhausted and sleep deprived. It wasn’t that you didn’t want it. You really, really did but you were also tired and… very sore. Eventually you said no. And although Sephiroth accepted the request for a pass, he seemed a little off that night.

Eventually you had to approach him and discus this behaviour. Your relationship wouldn’t survive without this discussion. You sat Sephiroth down and sighed rubbing your hands against your face.

“Seph… I need to chat with you,” You said feeling so awkward about the situation, “it’s… it’s about the…”

“The night-time activities?” he asked folding his arms and frowning.

“It’s great! Better than great, it’s just. Seph, I don’t know if its because your SOLDIER or something. Its just I cant keep up! I’m Exhausted!” You blurted out. You practically screamed it at him. You smiled awkwardly spotting the alarm on his face. His eyes had actually widened.

Sephiroth shook his head and unfolded his arms placing his elbows on his knees, “I’m sorry Y/N its just that, I spent a long time in the lab. It takes a lot to become… What I am. It meant that I didn’t have a lot of well… affection,” He explained. “I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

You bit your lip and shook your head, “Look I understand, you were alone. Listen there are other ways of showing affection. A touch of a hand, a hug. Being intimate doesn’t always mean well… Sex.”

You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his head, bringing it to your chest so he could hear your heartbeat. The action softened Sephiroth’s face, he seemed to relax and eventually brought his arms around you and hugged you.

“I love you Sephiroth, and I’ll always show that to you, do you understand,” you said.

“I love you to Y/N,” Sephiroth replied giving you a squeeze before letting go. The hug this time was enough, and he’d learn that.

[ariseur]

CURING YOU RIGHT NOW ‼️‼️

Sephiroth x reader on a picnic date

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

a smile threatens to creep up on sephiroth’s face; one full of mirth and content as he sees you lay a red and white checkered blanket down onto the grass. a soft exhale leaves his nose as he watches you fix an uneven corner before sitting down on the tarp, your legs splayed across the other end.

“come on, seph, sit!” you beckon. with the way you coo at him, he finds it hard to resist. it’s like his will is gone, instead a splotch on his heart in the shape of you.

he chuckles, “alright.”

it’s rare to find moments like these, to find places like these. slit pupils take in the sights; vibrant greens and trees alike encompassing the area, he watches as the sunlight bleeds through the gaps of the branches. he swear he can see a few small animals, too.

it feels nice though. homely. a word that sits oddly on his tongue, he’s not sure he could even say it out loud without it leaving a foreign, unfamiliar taste in his mouth.

sephiroth sits back on his haunches, hands intertwined in his lap politely as he hands you the woven basket. the way you open it makes him cock his head, a teasing simper splitting his lips. like a kid opening gifts for their birthday. you told him you had something planned for when he got back from the mission, he recalls. with being a SOLDIER, many other things come first — and yet, you stay. not for the shelter he could provide you or because he’s a first-class, but simply because you’re. . in love with him.

(a gloved hand comes to cover his mouth. he can’t say it, let alone think it, without letting a grin break free. it’s almost embarrassing, he thinks; a war hero gone domestic. he knows you’d disagree if he ever said it to you, though.)

he thinks about how you practically made him pinky promise to not look in the basket, now that you’re digging through it and pulling a few different things out; a couple of fruit skewers, salads, various proteins in containers. it’s a decent amount of food that he can’t help but eye amusedly once he sees you close the basket, neatly organizing all the boxes before you look back up at him.

you drum your fingers against your legs, looking away as the silence bridges between the two of you. the cooing and light chirps of various animals occasionally chiming in.

with your mouth parting and closing, sephiroth waits for you to speak, patiently, as he always has. your eyes flit back over to him.

“i know it’s probably not what you were expecting but,” you pause. he looks back down at the food. “i still hope we can have a nice time out here.”

sephiroth cuts in at the end of your sentence and grabs the plastic wrapped fruit from their holder, a triangle of watermelon.

you blink owlishly at him, watching as he uncovers it meticulously. the slice glistens in the sun, small black seeds underneath the coat of red before you see that he’s motioning that you get your own slice, as well.

“oh!” you exclaim, head whipping around to find the other pieces of fruit you had chopped up. it makes him titter behind his hand, before he reaches over to where he put the container and gently passes it to you. “here,” is all he says.

you nod with a quick, ‘thanks,’ and grab a piece of fruit alongside him, unfurling the plastic. he watches you with curious eyes, ones that glisten in the sun as well — they’re instead cool-toned and deep. you swear you can see a bit of mako swirling around in his irises, too.

sephiroth raises his slice and taps it against yours softly, watching as you smile at him with starlit eyes that crinkle at the corners.

he chuckles, “it’s perfect.”

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[ariseur]

brain worms about pre-nibelheim sephiroth who has to wake up extra early for his duties at shinra, despite his soft mumbling about it being too early. he’ll rise up from the bed, the sheets lowering in a smooth, velvet pool at his legs — until he catches sight of your hair peeking out under the covers from the other side of the bed. his brows’ll raise a bit, cat-like eyes flickering over your figure before he slowly leans over you to see if your eyes are open; a low sigh escapes him once he realizes they’re not.

his skin, foreign to the new wave of temperature, pebbles at the cool as his feet touch the cold floor. he can feel some of the small tangles in his hair and he cringes, immediately heading straight to the bathroom in need of a brush and some hair oil. but when he walks out — he’ll hold his breath at the sight of your figure that’s shifted positions in your sleep.

(he contemplates army crawling to get to the door considering how small the room is, before scoffing at how ridiculous the idea seems).

so he practically tip-toes through the rest of the room before making his way towards your kitchen, a warm feeling washing over him when he sees the small tupperware you packed filled with the contents of last night’s dinner. the post-it loosely stuck to the lid reads, ‘for seph’, with two small hearts drawn next to it. his lips are threatened to be tugged into a small smile.

he’ll cook you breakfast with a concentrated face, furrowed brows and all as he tries his hardest not to make noise with the pots and pans. while the eggs are on the stove, he’ll slip back into the room to grab his stuff for work; protective measures he wears under his armor, shoes, et cetera et cetera before rushing down to complete the rest of breakfast. before you, he didn’t cook much — the first morning he had woken up with you and you asked him how he liked his eggs, he didn’t know what to say. instead, he asked how you liked yours.

(a soft laugh and a shake of your head before you turned towards him again. “it’s rude to respond to a question with another question, you know.”

sephiroth half-heartedly cocked his head at your answer. his mouth opened to apologize before you ended up speaking before he did with a casual, “i don’t mind scrambled.”)

so you served him scrambled eggs, his favorite (now). to be honest, he hasn’t tried any other type of cooked egg — but in any dish with eggs, he’ll always look to you before asking if you could scramble them, even if the recipe calls for over-easy.

a deft hand grips the spatula firmly as he scrapes all the food into another tupperware, decorating it with some small garnish here and there to make it look extra tasty for you when you when you wake up — but when he’s on his way back to the bedroom and placing the food on your nightstand drawer, his eyes stay glued to you.

his chest softens at the sight; your head resting on the satin pillow with your lips slightly parted. his hand, now leather clad with the rough texture of his gloves, come to swipe away at your baby hairs stuck to your face. lashing fluttering at the sensation, you squirm a bit and sephiroth holds his breath as he silently curses himself. to his relief, you grumble something before turning your head to the opposite side, your hands coming to rest at your stomach.

his head turns curiously as he studies you for a bit, the back of his throat tightening a bit once he swears that he sees you lips upturning in your sleep and a small mumble of something indistinct. a sharp exhale leaves him before he rips his eyes away and they fall back on the food. his hand goes to a nearby shelf where he spots a pack of old sticky notes. brushing off the dust and ripping one off, he grabs a pen off your nightstand before writing your name, slanted cursive decorating the note before he sticks it on the lid.

you stir in your sleep a bit more, your hand coming down to the rest upon the sheets right where sephiroth would be, the lack of body heat making you pout as all you’re left with is the coolness of the blanket. he notices this, and it only makes it harder for him to part with you. even when he was sure that his heart was full to its content, he found a large gap as it slowly formed in the shape of you.

sephiroth looks back at the food — before grabbing the post-it with a sigh and clicking the pen again. he looks back up at you, and then draws a little heart next to your written name.

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[ariseur]

Hi!for your event can i ask messy half asleep kisses with sephiroth pls:)) thank you so much

“alright my love, i must take my leave for now,” sephiroth’s voice barely echoes past the barrier of your sleep, velvet tone seeping into your mind as it only delves further into the corners of your brain.

“hmmph—?” you hum sleepily, lifting your head up ever so slightly from the silky pillows only to peek a bleary eye at your beloved, seeing his face gaze down at you with only adoration. his slender eyes track yours as your lashes flutter with the leftover residue of sleep still remaining in your eyes. the vision of him comes out blurry yet you can still clearly make out the bulky uniform of his armor.

“i must leave now — but i promise to you that i shall return tomorrow, alright?” he asks, and although it’s posed as a question you know he needs to go anyways. to attend to his duties as a SOLDIER, a role you had always resented only due to the minimal time you had together.

he basks in the glow of the room, how the dawn had barely shed its light and it had already blessed your figure. gloved hands go to bring the covers a bit over your shoulder once he hears your breath shudder at the sudden cool temperature of awareness.

“nooo..” you keen, dragging out the vowel for as long as your raspy voice could. he chuckles, shaking his head before he takes a small seat on the mattress. you sigh comfortably at the familiar dip in the bed before your hands reach out to him out of instinct, knowing that he’ll always interlock your fingers together ( leather clad or not ).

“i know, i know — but you’ll see me again soon, will you not?” you huff at his rationality. little did you know that it was getting harder and harder to get out of bed with you around; feelings of guilt swelling his heart when he sees you cling onto him as he tries to get out of bed or seeing the note you prepare on the nightstand beforehand knowing he wakes up before you do, so he’ll read it and at least know that you love him.

he hears you sigh and he lets out another soft laugh at the sound. “always so theatrical,” he mutters.

“one last kiss?” your head tips up to look at him, and he doesn’t think he’s seen anything more gorgeous. your bed head splayed out in every which way with indents on your face from the markings of the pillow was a sign of heaven for sephiroth, and if he didn’t listen to this by far religious call then he knew there must be something wrong with him.

you display your best puppy dog eyes with a pout, pointing at your lips as he takes in the pink color of them — natural and swollen with perhaps just a little bit of drool at the corner, but he has never minded any bad habits of yours. he loved you too much for that.

he scoffs in amusement, clearly entertained by the sight, before he leans down to press a light kiss to your lips. you barely lean upwards to meet him halfway, allowing for more messier kisses afterward. you hum, seeing as he lets you kiss him more. he tastes like mint and bergamot, something so familiar, oftentimes you forget it’s not your default palette.

“i really must go,” he mutters before your eyes flutter closed and you kiss the bottom corner of his lip, making sephiroth quirk a brow as if it was intentional or if you’re just too sleepy to care.

you exhale through your nose. you don’t bother to open your eyes because you know he’ll be there, and you know that you’ll try to keep him longer and longer once you see those eyes, filled to the brim with mako and crystallines so gorgeous you could lose time.

you place a hand against his chest before gracefully falling back down against the pillows. sephiroth scoffs. you’ve definitely been hanging around genesis too much lately, he thinks.

“you’ll come back to me, right?”

“always,” he says before grabbing your hand off of his chest and grasping it within his own, pressing chaste kisses along the prominent vein on the back of your hand.

your eyes peel open as your lips purse, mocking consideration with letting him go — even though you know he has to anyway. so you huff and tilt your head to the side, trying to fall back asleep. “okay,” you mumble.

sephiroth softly smiles, before pressing a small kiss to your forehead. he got up from the bed, hoping the slight creak in the frame doesn’t disturb you too much. all you see is silver hair flowing behind him as he takes a swift exit.

he was a carcass with the walls of a weapon, only made to serve and protect — walls only you were made to melt as you wriggled your way into the soft interior that littered this man. something so delicate, you’d felt the need to cherish it forever.

you smiled, your lashes already flitting closed as you felt the gentle thump of your heartbeat against your ribs; and you thought of sephiroth.

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[ariseur]

Hi dottie! May i have sephiroth with fake dating ends up for them falling for you? If it’s taken then the lazy makeout sesh would be ok too. Congrats on 500 you deserve it 💕

✧˖° ended up doing second prompt just because i had an idea for it lol

sephiroth is cool — not just in the way that he’s admired by his peers and fans across midgar ( even though he totally is ), but even his hands, coursing through your hair as he keeps his lips locked on yours is cool. compared to the warmth of your body heat, his is a deep contrast that only washes over you in small sheens waves of fluster as his hands will gently find you once more.

sephiroth doesn’t necessarily, ‘make out’. he’ll kiss you, and he’ll let his feelings envelop him ( something he’s awfully foreign to ) while he allows himself to melt into you.

you can pull an occasional hum from him once you brush your fingers against his sharp jaw, feeling along the chiseled bone behind the soft flesh of skin that decorated him. tilting his head, his eyelashes flutter as you connect again — lips locking as his teeth softly latch onto your bottom lip.

it almost feels too careful, the way he’s so gentle with his touch. despite his inexperience, it almost feels like you’re the one who doesn’t know what they’re doing. his eyes, so piercing as you watch the swirls of azure mako flow within them at the small breaks ( really, only a second or so before you lock lips again ) you two take in between kisses. they tease in a certain way words can’t.

and after a moment, your lips falter — the pace slowing down into a smooth andante as you lean back onto the bed, the only place sephiroth claims he feels comfortable enough to have you. you can’t blame him, though. with how much his personal life is on display, you don’t mind having some alone time exclusive to yourselves.

“growing tired already, are we?” he murmurs against your lips, evoking a small hum of affirmation from you. your hands find their way into his hair, carding through the silkiness that you always beg him to teach you about, knowing he’ll merely shake his head and scoff; claiming he’ll show you another day.

you roll your eyes as you hear him whisper, “your beauty is so blinding,” while he thumbs at a small mark on your cheek.

“such a sap.”

“possibly,” he interlocks his fingers with yours, pulling away after what felt like hours, finally taking the moment to gaze at you. your facial features; every pore and every lash, he admired it all. you were human, more human than he had ever felt. a true charitable being that he is reminded of with every beat of your pulse, throbbing against his own as he presses his hands up to yours.

his fingers, still cold, find their warmth when they’re with yours. something he always finds endearing.

“tired?” he chuckles at your drooped eyes, lashes barely fluttering as you try to manage to stay awake. your arms wrap around his shoulders, broad under his light shirt ( something you’re still not used to seeing him in, his SOLDIER attire becoming a second skin at this point ), as you pull him into you. “little bit,” you hoarse out, voice raspy from the lack of usage over the past few kisses.

and as he laughs, you pull him into one last kiss even though you both know it’ll end up lasting a little longer than you say it will. his low laughter fills the air as his hands cradle your face, ever so delicate. this is home, he thinks — and this is more human than ever before.

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[ariseur]

congrats on 500 followers! for your event could i request putting together ikea furniture with pre-nibelheim sephiroth please? seph doing mundane tasks is such a cute concept to me 😭

thank you!

“. . are you sure it’s supposed to be put together like that?”

you huff, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you look back at sephiroth from behind you. you wouldn’t have minded some company from him any other time, but seeing the way his lips curled into a smile as he watched you struggle with the stupid nuts and bolts that wouldn’t fit in their proper locations, the hot sensation of frustration couldn’t help but prick at your ears.

“i’m trying,” you turn back to your project — maybe one that was failing a little bit but nonetheless still a project you wouldn’t give up on.

the size of sephiroth’s shadow grew as he made his way to crouch down next to you, the scent of bergamot and a fresh, woodsy cologne hitting you in the face as you look over to him. watching as he cocked his head, slit pupils darting along the set as he held a curious finger to his lips.

“would you care for me to assist you?” whether it was the close proximity or the way his voice lowered when he assessed the small instructional pamphlet that came with the furniture ( maybe it was a mixture of both ), but you couldn’t help but gaze at him.

truly a rare sight you had been gifted with. sephiroth no longer armor clad with the discomfort of his battles clinging onto him, instead you’re met with a white t-shirt perhaps a size too small as it hugs the firmness of his body. or.. perhaps you’ve just forgotten how strong he really is. it’s a nice change of pace, getting small notes of your body wash when he finally whips his head around to look at you.

he laughs, “let me rephrase,” the way his eyes crinkle with the soft chuckle you unintentionally evoke out of him is satisfying, you’d really like to hear it more often. “do you need me to assist you?” he alters the previous question. the way his eyes follow yours when you try to subtly avert his gaze is intense. he finds it cute, though — he remains still as he awaits your answer.

“i mean. . .” you trail off. you look back at the instructions and back at the screwdriver that lies limp in your palm, the redness of your hand still evident from how hard you were gripping the tool making you wince before you’re met with the cool hands of your beloved wrapping his around yours. his fingers curl around the tool before he uses his other hand to close your hand on his.

you look back up at him. he smiles once more. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

and you must admit, sitting on top of the couch while your boyfriend works at building this unnecessarily difficult desk chair you had been begging to go look at while he still had a day off, wasn’t so bad. you truly were spoiled by him, he thinks, but then again — he wouldn’t have it any other way.

your lips twitch upwards at the small sight of his pink tongue slipping through the corner of his lips in concentration, only darting out to moisten them a bit before they purse back into an assiduous pout.

“it’s not polite to stare, you know,” he mutters. you don’t falter, merely resting your head on your palm.

“i can’t admire the beautiful man before me?”

he lets a huff of amusement escape through his nose, maybe a combination between a scoff at how often you had managed to slip it in the conversation. he shakes his head at you fondly. “i suppose you could,” he mumbles.

you smiled as you tuck a silver strand behind his own ear, watching as he picks up another tool and gives you a half-smile from the corner of his peripheral. yeah, you thought, truly a rare sight you had been gifted with.

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[ariseur]

Can I request HCs for Sephiroth in what kind of nicknames he would give to his S/O (ex: sweetheart, angel, darling, etc.)

✧˖° slight nsfw under the cut !!

SEPHIROTH who’ll press his lips against your shoulder blade, muttering small whispers as he lets the small nickname, ‘love’ slip past his lips. his fingers will find themselves tangled with yours as he occasionally gives them a gentle squeeze, a small reminder that he’s there with you — whether that reminder was meant for him or you was unclear. his nails would rake along the flesh of your wrist as he’d listen to you sleepily mutter about everything that had happened to you today while he was gone.

“missed you, seph,” you’d say as your lashes began to flutter closed, the ticklish sensation rippling through your hand and sending calming signals to your brain. he’d emit a low hum, something he always did when someone would talk to him if he ever responded verbally at all — most times it was in thought, other times it was because he couldn’t afford to care; but for you? his words were always so carefully woven when he was around you, cautious of every syllable to rolled off of his tongue even when it was meaningless small talk. “rest now, love,” he responds, knowing that you only had such little time on the morrow before he’d have to leave you again — something the two of you always dreaded.

SEPHIROTH in the mornings is another sight to behold. you would sigh, eternally grateful for the man presented before you. your eyes would trail along his form, snow hair cascading his shoulders and framing his figure so delicately. head lolling back against the pillows, your eyes’ll squint as his own narrow at you amusedly. he would try his hardest to be quiet and try not to interrupt your slumber, even if the clanging of the armor still evident in the quietude of your bed, you appreciated his efforts.

like the routine that had been previously installed and unsaid went, sephiroth would make his way over to you after he had finished getting ready and lift a hand to your cheek, thumbing the curve of your cheekbone as he loomed over you. shuddering, the leather would feel cold against your warm skin, captured by the weighted comforter that he has claimed helped him sleep better. his lips, recently lathered in the fruity chapstick that you would always use in the mornings ( he says that he gets yours and his mixed up but in reality it’s just so he can think of you in the mornings when he heads out ), would meet your forehead with an audible, sweet sound — and as he pulls away, he’ll press his forehead to yours before he looks at you, eyes swirling with desideratum within catlike pupils as he mutters, “i must part with you now but i’ll see you once i return from this mission, dearest.”

SEPHIROTH who gets sentimental after sex, his face constantly burrowed in the crook of your shoulder as he cums, feeling you clamp around him as he calls you an angel. his breaths are shallow as his lashes flutter in rhythm with his soft thrusts, riding out his high as you keen; and afterward, you’ll huff as he’ll lift his body and slip out of you, the feeling of sudden emptiness practically making you whine as it made a small wet noise at its exit. his eyes will rake down your body, and despite how it sounds, his gaze holds no lasciviousness, no lust, only adoration. nudity never bothered sephiroth considering he spent most of his life being tested and trained in a controlled environment from birth, so he would always encourage you never to be embarrassed about your body — especially with how beautiful he found it. SEPHIROTH’s eyes would trail down, capturing the way your chest rose and fell with your shaky breaths, capturing the way the mixture of slick gathered between your legs and his own cum shone in the light, capturing the way your lower stomach twitched along with your inner thighs. maybe you teased him for ogling, he didn’t know, he couldn’t hear while he was admiring the way the sheen layer of sweat coated you in a soft glaze. he could say nothing, utterly blinded by how gorgeous you looked, only managing to breathe out, “truly an angel,” before letting his fingers card his hair off of his damp back and rushing to go grab you a towel.

he would claim that there was no need for pet names only because you knew he always loved you ( or at least he had always prayed you did ) yet SEPHIROTH who, after his spiral, would never drop the pet names he had given you from before — something you always found endearing, almost as a way to hold onto the past and the split part of you that believed he wasn’t broken, simply lost. he’ll use your name more, foreign syllables loosely falling off his tongue more and more as you got acquainted with the fact that he referred to you using your name rather frequently; except he’ll put ‘my’ in front of everything. another reminder that you were here for him, whether that was for him or you was still unclear — SEPHIROTH was always quite esoteric with it. it’ll turn into, “my love”, or, “my angel,” and the words will even sleep in front of your name as well. it served more as a reminder for himself, you realized, that you were his savior as he was yours in his eyes. that you were there for him, there was no SOLDIER, there was no midgar, it was only you and him — just the way he liked it.

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[ariseur]

Hihi!!! 💞👐 my first time in the FF fandom and your stuff for sephiroth was the first thing that I saw, your writing and headcanons for him feel so accurate to his in-game self! If I may, I wanted to request maybe some hcs for a shapeshifter!reader x sephiroth 👉👈 im not really that well versed in the world and lore of ff, so I'm not really sure if a shapeshifter is even plausible in game :')

Maybe reader was an ex experiment of some sorts, made to be used as a weapon?

I just really want to annoy sephiroth as a cat or sumth (i think sephiroth deserves a Turkish angora to match with his gorgeous hair 🤲 despite being around puppies so often)

For a little angsty hcs maybe readers transformations can be painful at times or not even work out properly so they kind of end up looking messed up :') (or they just get something like a dog ear not changing back to a normal human ear after changing back into a human on a more silly note)

This also kind of opens up for more... naughty things, just change a limb into something, y'know. But I saw that you don't write NSFW in your rules so I'm perfectly okay with you leaving this part out! Feel free to ignore this request, I'm just having brain worms about sephiroth 💞💕 love love love your sephiroth stuff he is the best wife 🫶

A CHANGELING - SEPHIROTH

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ notes - helloooo anon!! i literally loved this request sm thank you so much for sending it in and those kind words 💕!! i’m not exactly sure if it’s possible for a shapeshifter to exist in ffvii, as far as i’m aware the main source of the planet ( mako ) only really helps with like super strength and SOLDIER abilities? but if you look further into the games and you see the.. things.. hojo keep in those test tubes, i think the “used-as-a-weapon” circumstances are pretty doable in this situation :) feel free to send any more ideas if you have any!!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ warnings - intended lowercase, i talk about pre and post nibelheim seph, post nibelheim sephiroth being manipulative and psychologically abusive ( canon ), spoilers for crisis core and sephs origin story, at the end of the blurb he calls you a silly girl so fem!reader in mind although the rest is gn!reader, lmk if i missed anything!!

✧˖° SEPHIROTH with a shapeshifting reader— hmmm.. i think it depends on your attitude towards the whole situation.

✧˖° for example, if you’re more nonchalant about the situation then i suppose he would be, too. im sure he would be curious at first, but ultimately i dont think he’d care all that much. if you’re used in battle or are well known among shinra or some other organization and he ends up meeting you ( im starting off with pre nibelheim SEPHIROTH first lol ), then he’d definitely be fascinated by your capabilities and how far you can stretch your talents out.

✧˖° if we’re in crisis core era and its like.. before the events that transpired with genesis n all that— he’d wouldnt be as interested as one might think. he’d def be like, “ooh cool” but after the essential introduction then it’d must become normal to him. i think his reaction would also depend on how well you can control your abilities and how you use them to your advantage !! like— for example; if you can stretch one of your limbs or manipulate any part of your body, he’d wanna experiment with that and ask you some questions whenever you have time. if you can change your shape into an animal or another person though— he’ll definitely have a little more fun with it

✧˖° post nibelheim SEPHIROTH takes more advantage of your situation, especially if you can morph yourself or change into another being. if you can shapeshift into an animal or something small, he’ll have you scope stuff out for him or something like that. he will entirely and shamelessly abuse your power and will somehow make you think that you’re obligated to do this for him— especially if you knew him pre nibelheim and still stuck with him afterwards. you do want him to feel better, right? won’t you do this simple task for him? he promises that he’ll treat you well and will return back to normal if you just do this one thing for him :((

✧˖° i think his fixation on jenova and his own identity might even transfer over to you in some form. i feel like sephiroth believes things happen for a reason and so after his spiral, he often thinks that you were brought to him and that its a sign. he’ll use your ability and somehow connect it to his role in the lifestream and that it symbolizes versatility and you were brought to him with the purpose of your assistance to his goals n whatever blah blah blah post nibelheim SEPHIROTH is mean in his own way and i am sorry but i am not an apologist for this man’s actions !! i fully believe that he would manipulate you into becoming his little puppet to help accomplish his own ambitions.

✧˖° post nibelheim SEPH does care for you, and he’ll always tell you that— but i cant always say that he says it in good faith.

✧˖° but!! on a more positive note, i think ( pre nibelheim ) SEPHIROTH would be heavily amused with having someone who can alter their shape by his side. as anon mentioned in their request, i can totally see SEPHIROTH with a turkish angora or some sort of cat beside him!! i can just see you trotting over to him all of a sudden, hopping up on the back of his chair as you let your fur whoosh with every sauntered move you take. he furrows his brows, thinly arched and silver, before he realizes whose wet snout is pressed against the nape of his neck as he reaches a gloved hand up to run against your pristine ivory coat; earning a soft purr from you. UGHHHH i need this man so bad SEPHIROTH bae you know where home is

✧˖° if the process of shapeshifting is somewhat painful or it’s more abrasive on the way when you shift back, SEPHIROTH will always try his best to comfort you when it gets too difficult. he might be a little awkward, but the best thing he can offer is a reassuring hand on your lower back as he whispers in your ear that everything will be okay in the end. he’ll even try to make you laugh with his dry ass humor, it might not help because he’s so calm in this situation and you’re probably freaking out but he’s trying his best (╥_╥)

✧˖° something that i really like touching upon when i think about shapeshifters or people with the ability to alter their appearance is body and face dysmorphia!! i think it would be inevitable if you switched yourself up enough and would eventually develop some sort of insecurity within yourself and the way you look— perhaps thinking you looked some way when you didn’t or if everything just starts melding in your brain. i’m not sure if SEPHIROTH would know what to do in this situation but i’m sure he’d understand how you could feel this way, especially if you were treated as a weapon ( we’ll touch up on that next !!).

✧˖° i wrote a fic about SEPH feeling uncomfortable with himself due to the fact that it’s like— written in a setting where his wings are just sprouting, and i feel like that would happen at one point. if you wanna include that fic in this little timeline, then i feel like it’d give him all the more reason to come to your aid when you need it. i mean, if you helped him— isn’t it only fair that he does the same? he won’t tolerate any nitpicking at yourself or self deprecating comments, he won’t tolerate self loathing or anything of the sort; he is the there for you and whether you seek comfort in him is up to you, he reminds you.

✧˖° if you wanna include the ex-weapon part in this, i think SEPHIROTH’s heart would break— especially if it’s post nibelheim. pre cc SEPH is utterly baffled that you were treated that way, and is always cautious when addressing the topic or when talking about your feelings revolving around it.

✧˖° i think any decent human being would feel sympathetic when it’d come to a situation like that, but post nibelheim hits wayyy harder for him. after it comes to light that he was an experiment and only created to be the poster boy for shinra / the perfect SOLDIER, he feels for you even more. except, instead of like his previous self where he’d encourage you to work through it and let these feelings of sadness and emptiness pass along with letting go of your trauma, post nibelheim would have you use it and it only gives him more knowledge in order to manipulate you. he’d make it a case of using your resentment and all of these years of hardships to fuel your anger; to further develop these feelings of hatred towards humanity. it just gives him more to manipulate you with. but, you won’t have to worry about a thing when you’re with him, just help him take over and rightfully restore what’s his— what’s yours.

✧˖° now let’s end on a happier note, shall we? ^.^

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with his mako eyes flickering over your sheen coat glimmering in the sun, SEPHIROTH watched as you cantered along the grass, soft flecks of dirt trapped under the light brown strands of your fur.

he softly chuckled to himself as he watched your small tongue loll out of your mouth as you panted, observing the heat of the sun getting to you ( or more so, your current body in the form of a dog ) as he sat in the shade, safe from its wrath. his eyes, slender and catlike, stayed fixated as he watched you roll around— your tiny body disappearing momentarily beneath the tall, tapered leaves sprouting from the ground.

sephiroth tilted his head up slightly, narrowing his eyes as he scanned along the knoll before he saw your head pop up from the green weeds, this time, coated with your real human hair and regular face. his lips quirked into a half smile while he watched you grin at him lazily, the sun draining you especially as you change your form. he reveled in the way your pink lips split open with your smile. he reveled in the way your eyes lit up when you saw him, even when you held those big, wet puppy eyes.

your hands slid from underneath you, shoulder with the part as you pushed yourself up from the dirt; ignoring the way it got stuck under your fingernails, reminding yourself that you’d have to clean them out later. putting your knee down, you pushed yourself forward and hustled towards him. letting out an airy laugh, you plopped yourself down on the raised hill where sephiroth sat. the tree above you provided shade that you instantly felt relief once you were under, the coolness of the obstruction healing your soon to be burnt skin.

“‘s hot out here, i swear. can nev’r get a break.” you muttered, placing both of your hands on your face as you leaned back into the foreign dirt behind you, uncaring of small bugs simply trying to traverse around you. sephiroth laughed, “i can see that.”

he turned his head to the side, scanning over your heated figure before he cocked his head in bemusement. letting out a small huff, you peeked one eye open out from underneath your elbow— even in the blistering rays of the sun, you could never get tired of sephiroth’s laugh; whether a wry chuckle or a cachinnation that was never intended to make it past his lips. you let out a small huff yourself, “what’s so funny?”

“one body part remains unchanged, dearest.” he lifted a leather clad hand up to his face, motioning towards his ear while his gaze softened; watching how your hands came up to flutter around the right side of your face only to find no ear. your brows crinkled as they met in the middle before you felt on the top of your head, the pads of your thumb and index finger fiddling with the folded ear protruding through your hair. lips forming into an ‘o’, you made an audible noise of surprise before you shut your eyes and let your head loll back again.

you applied pressure on the morphed body part, sephiroth watching in awe as you concentrated on fixing your error. your lips twitched upwards in a small smile before removing your hands and putting them at your sides, looking back at your beloved while he remained collected as ever.

a wider smile tugged at his lips— a rare sight indeed. he shook his head before mumbling a small, “silly girl.”

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𐙚 requests are open — june nineteenth, 2024

[ariseur]

hiii can i req a sephiroth fic where he's a new dad who doesn't really know how to hold his daughter but he wants to while reader mama is asleep hehe thanks

soft shushes left sephiroth’s lips as he held a finger up to them, trying his hardest to calm his little baby before she woke you up. her wails filled the room, bouncing off the walls as he cautiously extended his hand out inside her crib. the white wooden material of the cradle brushed against his hand as sephiroth grazed his daughter’s cheek, her soft skin smooth against his knuckle. she squirmed in her onesie, her head flopping against her small pillow while she sobbed.

“shhh— it’s alright.. your father’s here.” how foreign it felt for him to call himself a father in the third person, he still wasn’t used to it yet after four months of officially being a parent although he referred to himself so formally. it was almost comical to you.

he didn’t mind getting up and soothing the baby sometimes, but by the way you were stirring in your sleep when he woke up told him that this would be more diffficult than the previous times; especially considering how his daughter wouldn’t stop crying no matter what tricks he used this time. soft rattles, her pacifier, even her favorite bunny toy didn’t calm her down, instead smacking the plush away when greeted with it. such attitude, he thought. wonder where she got that from.

he cooed at her and rubbed at her cheeks, even going so far as to awkwardly jingle a toy in front of her— instead being met with her iron baby grip. until he finally realized, she wasnt calming down anytime soon. he dreaded having to pick his daughter up, having no experience with babies whatsoever made his fear even worse. he wasn’t built for being a father, and he certainly didn’t know how to handle children with baby talk, but he’d try his damndest to soothe his baby. even hearing her whines made his heart ache.

his rough hands slipped under her tiny body and lifted her head up first, trying to carefully pick her up without letting her wiggle herself out of his grip. his callouses caught on the soft fabric of her pajamas, and although he could pick her up with one hand so easily, he couldn’t take any chances on hurting his own baby. he’d never let himself live it down if he did.

she peeked one eye open at her father, the color similar to yours— and he couldn’t help but watch in awe as she stopped wailing for a split second, looking up at him with wonder. until she finally scrunched her eyes again; frown deepening before it opened again to release a cry.

he adjusted his hold on her, his mind thinking back to the times where he’s watched you hold her, the time where you had gotten back from the hospital and taken her home. sephiroth snaked a hand up behind her neck to support her head, his daughter’s sniffles and sobs gradually getting softer. he brought her to his chest, rocking her a little bit as he replicated your motions. usually, with enough time, she’d fall right back to sleep once she was held enough. looking down at her, she peered up at his mako green eyes in curiosity, watching as they curved with the small smile he gave her.

sephiroth brought her up to his upper chest, having her lean on his shoulder instead as he held her neck and placed his other hand under her bottom for support, rocking her as he hummed a soft lullaby he used to hear in his training days, more like a shanty if anything. although it certainly did the trick— the only thing left in his ear were soft noises and sniffles by the time he had already recited the song twice.

he let his eyes trail across her room, memories flooding back to him in an instant. with all the childproofing around the house, the small loosely colored drawings pinned on the wall, the overhead stars set up above the crib, everything reminded him of you. even looking at his baby girl, she had your eyes. he remembered a few years earlier, having a conversation with you of how you both craved domesticity, a nice life, something better than the one you already had. and now look at him, cradling his baby in his arms and singing sweet lullabies to lull her to a slumber. he never imagined this far into the future, but god, did it make him feel so warm.

sephiroth eyed the tiny couch in the nursery, littered with toys and cartons of formula. through the window behind it, he could see the lightening sky through the sliver of curtains beyond the sofa, signaling that it was probably time for you to wake up soon. he walked back over to the crib, his baby now calm and serene as her head kept lolling downwards when he put her back in his arms.

setting her back down in the cushioned crib, he slid down on the side of it and brought his knees to his chest, hugging them to himself. he listened to her sleepy coos and slight shuffling, waiting a while to ensure she truly fell asleep. when sephiroth looked back at her, his eyes lit up to see she had finally gone back to sleep.

breathing a sigh of relief, he let the back of his head rest against the cradle, closing his eyes with a breath of victory before letting himself fall asleep on his own, occasionally waking up and checking on her sleeping form— making sure that her chest is rising and falling the way it’s supposed to.

and when you woke up, rushing to your baby’s room as it had been way too quiet, you found sephiroth snug against the cradle with your daughter asleep inside, the soft twinkling of a lullaby playing from the overhead rotating mobile hanging above the crib. your mouth dropped into a silent ‘o’ as you took the sight in with awe, a hand flying up to cover your mouth.

sephiroth may not have known how to become a father, but nobody knows. all he knows is that he’d do anything for his baby, he’d do anything for you. your baby was a part of the both of you, a piece of evidence that proved that the both of you existed. below his glare is adoration, and he’ll do anything to protect the ones who have known him before anyone else has; for he is not a war hero, he is a father. he is a lover. he is merely, sephiroth.

[ariseur]

off topic but i’m working on two advent children pieces rn and tell me why even the remnants of sephiroth are so fine

[leeus-writing]

A wins a Win

(for some reason I can’t answer my first requests in my mail box O.o)

Anon asked for Reader and Sephiroth to have some fun at the Golden Saucer. They also wanted Reader to beat Sephiroth at a game. 

Hope you like this Anon :)

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You buzzed seeing the bright lights of the Golden Saucer. Turing to Sephiroth, grinning like a mad woman. He just smiled a little. Slowly the gondola lift edged closer and closer to the entrance. A strange way to enter the amusement park, but whatever.

“Seph, this is amazing!” You said clinging to his arm.

He laughed a little and just hugged you a little. He found it all a bit tacky, but he knew you loved amusement parks.

“I want to go on all the roller coasters and have a go at a few arcade games. I want to challenge you,” you said to him.

He snorted a little, “What game do you want to beat me at?” He asked a little smug.

You thought for a while taping your chin and shrugged. When you finally arrived, you were so excited you couldn’t stay still. Grabbing Sephiroth’s hand, ignoring the points, looks and photographs taken as you dragged him towards the roller coasters. You hardly noticed when you were taken with Sephiroth to the front of the queues of every coaster.

Sephiroth however seemed to have noticed because he didn’t look overly happy. You frowned a little and placed a hand on his arm. He looked at you and tried to give you a smile. You looked around and bit your lip as a small crowed gathered.

“Come on, lets go to the arcade section,” you told him dragging him off.

He reluctantly followed and smiled at your happiness as you ran to a dance machine. He knew the goal and you’d try and beat him. You pulled up short when you realised the second machine was out of order. Like that was going to ruin your fun though and the grin quickly returned as you turned to Sephiroth.

“You first. If your so first class as you say you are,” you said stepping back.

Sephiroth climbed on to the dance machine, picked the track and danced. He was so graceful, moving like the wind. Built for movement. But you knew deep down, Sephiroth’s movement were also from years of sword training. Building his body for war.

You bit your lip and took your turn, shocked at how many excellent and fantastic score you were getting. At the end you looked at your score and remembered Sephiroth’s.

“HA I BEAT YOU!” you shouted jumping down and doing a small victory dance.

“Nah!” Sephiroth replied climbing up and seeing the score board, “Hu… you did…”

“WOOHHH I BEAT THE MIGHTY SEPHIROTH!” You screamed.

“On super easy mode… When I was on extreme mode,” Sephiroth replied with a smirk.

“Hey, a wins a win in my books!” you snapped back.

[leeus-writing]

Working on next chapter of Goddess and Enemies.

I have also brought back to life another fan fic (OC one) that I really miss but I'm not posting yet until im happy

Please don't worry that I'm doing to much. I always do my writing when my tiny Leeu is in bed

[leeus-writing]

Sephiroth and Winter Forest ^^

Hi

Hope you like this :)

Crystal Man

You bowed your head to the cold shivering as a strong gust of wind hit you. Why you had chosen today of all days to check on your holiday home, in the snow and wind. You blinked through a strong gust and looked up at the beautiful trees. A true winter wonderland. The weather might have been horrible, but you loved this place.

Suddenly on the wind you heard something. A call? You stopped and waiting. Again, it sounded as if a voice travelled on the wind towards you.

“DON’T WORRY I’M COMING!” You called out and ran towards it.

Helloooo…

Who else would be crazy enough to travel out in this weather? Besides yourself…

You came across a cave glowing green. You’d heard about these caves. They were full of Mako crystals and life stream leaks. You frowned, had someone gone in to look for these crystals.

Heeey…

The voice again, like a mans Voice. You slowly stepped inside, climbing over rocks and squeezing through crevasse. You should have perhaps gone to get help, but something told you not to.

Once you squeezed through a particularly tight crack you fell into a crystalline forest, similar to the one outside the cave. You looked around mouth open in an O shape as green light streamed through the place stemming from a central rock.

I see you…

You walked towards the rock where the voice was coming from. Inside seemed to be a … person!

“Hey! How?”

You frowned and saw the mans eyes open. He looked directly at you with cat like eyes. You pressed your hand to the crystal.

“How did you?”

Please free me

Your mind seemed to go blank as you picked up a jagged rock. You began to smash it rhythmically against the side of the crystal until.

CRACK!

Staggering back, you fell onto you butt as the man rose from the Crystal one black wing unfolding from his back. He looked down at you as clothing began to form from mist to cover his body. He stepped from the remains of the green crystal and looked down at you.

“Who are you?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper, mind filled with awe.

“Your God…” he said holding out his hand.

You took it and as you did everything went black. All that remained in your mind was that crystalline forest.