#yandere sephiroth x reader

[crisiscutie]

punishment. (rebirth)

pairing: 🐍Yandere Sephiroth/Fem!Reader🕊️

You thought you could get away from your Yandere lover? Think again...

Content warning: NSFW. Noncon. Yandere Sephiroth. Physical/Emotional Abuse. Fear/Primal Play. Size Difference (yass)

A part of you knew that you wouldn't win. But you tried anyway. Maybe when you can finally be at peace with yourself if you actually fought this time. Whatever happens, you need to make sure that you won't go "home" with Sephiroth.

As soon as you saw him waiting in the dark woods behind the inn, you knew you had to act quickly. The one area that used to be your haven is now tainted with his presence. You just left him, but now it's time to show yourself that you've really moved past him...

You summoned your blade as you rushed at him. For a good moment, he played along, effortlessly parring your strikes. He felt an influx of new strength from you, but it was still not enough to overcome him. Your cute defiance only made his raging cock eager to take you. You're his precious darling, and you need a reminder of who you belong to.

Eventually, he grew weary of this "mock" fight. He closed his eyes and coolly jabbed his blade through your lower arms, thighs, and leg all at once, causing you to yelp and then crash to the ground. You tried to keep your tears at bay as the coppery taste of blood lingered in your mouth.

Don't worry. You still got spirit. You thought. But as Sephiroth's slit eyes flickered open like a snake, the doubt set in. He stared you down, studying the best ways to play with his food. His tall and menacing stature cast a shadow over your smaller frame. He just couldn't wait to have you. Your womb will be his.

The next few moments happened so quick you couldn't keep up with him. He lifted and shifted your body, straddling your legs to his hips. Wooziness washed over you, no doubt from the blood loss. Your vision had a slight blur to it from the throbbing pain that overwhelmed your senses and your arms hung limply at your sides. You just now registered that your panties were brushed to the side, his cock slowly pushing in and out of you. He was just barely inside you, and already your cunt was struggling to take him. His gloved hand cupped your cheek, relishing in your broken, submissive beauty.

As your unprepared cunt constricted around him, his thrusting quickened. He wanted to keep teasing you, but his primal need to claim your womb overrode it. Your body quivered with an odd yearning for his seed. If only your clit and cunt revulsed from him as your mind did.

You were full of love for him at one point. But when his temper and mind games became too much to bear, you had no choice but to flee. But of course, he found you here, at the very inn you both first met. He always said you're so easy to predict. You clenched your teeth when your abused cunt stretched further around him as he descended further. He was just too big for you to take. Not that he cared though. But as if something within him possessed him, he sent you crashing to the ground, almost crushing you under his weight afterward, while a cruel smirk formed on his lips.

Tears cascaded down your face. Your beaten body squirmed from the impact aftermath. He threw your legs over his shoulders as his cock battered your cervix without mercy, as his own satisfaction is paramount, not yours.

No. No. NO!

A sharp, stabbing pain radiated in your stomach as your cervix struggled to resist his brutal mating press. You could only pray to whatever fucked up higher power out there to end this. You didn't even recognize Sephiroth at this point. His heavy, lusty grunts and the savage rutting of your cunt felt more fitting for a rabid, feral animal than the suave mastermind he believed himself to be.

Your mouth opened and closed, but the only sound that escaped were pitiful whimpers. You don't have the means to take care of a child, especially not his. And you don't even want to think about what Sephiroth even is now ever since he became one with JENOVA. You don't want any trace of them in you. The very thought of them cumming inside of you was revulsive. Unfortunately, the sadistic bastard was more than capable of sensing your thoughts and emotions. Your revulsion only fueled his drive to make your cervix yield.

After enduring more and more of this intense mating press, your prayer seemed to be answered as you lost all sense of thought when your cunt juices sprayed and slathered his cock. Not too long after, He let out a soft groan, one that was finally appropriate for his suave persona when his sticky, JENOVA-corrupted spunk flooded your defenseless womb. But he didn't want to pull out of you yet. He was determined to have every single drop of that "repulsive" alien cum in you. His lips drew nearer to yours, just savoring the sight of your tearful eyes rolling back with a sickening smirk he had never worn before. The essence made from him and his goddess mother, whom you dared to reject, will now defile every part of you, and he couldn't be happier about it. He reached out for your stomach bulge, stroking his large cock through it.

His domination didn't even stop there. Even his seeds in your body relentlessly hunted and ravaged your lone egg for as long as they could, coiling around it like a snake until the last seed penetrated it. Twisted, happy delusions flickered in Sephiroth's mind afterwards, the future visions of how this seed of life will blossom into a beautiful product of love that he and you created together.

When he had finally come down from his orgasm and the rush of power, his touch became surprisingly gentle and affectionate toward you, but there was still a mocking air to his actions, of course. He cradled your petite body and healed it using his dark magic.

"Good girl~," he said and gently patted your head. You lost the privilege of becoming his true equal, so now, the special role of his pet is what you'd have to resign to. You're his property now. Though it's something you can't be ungrateful about. It was a special mercy that he would only extend to you.

As his dark magic slowly mended your wounds, you felt a brief sharp sting of pain, a reminder of the despair to come, resulting from your disobedience. From now on, as Sephiroth's pet, you will no longer be addressed by your name. Your identity will be completely under his control, tailored to his cruel likings. After the mending was complete, he set a course for "home". The environment around you two distorted as he summoned a dark purple portal. He princess carried you into it and glowered at your small, broken form one last time.

He can't wait to begin your training.

While in the process of posting old and new stuff to my AO3, I ended up rewriting most of an old fic. Hope you guys enjoyed this!

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

I dunno, just a funny little scenario that played out in my mind though I couldn’t translate it to words very well. It’s written so I’ll post it. I really like the idea of Sephiroth being the sweetest Yandere in the world. Like yea a little property destruction and harm to others, but he’d never hurt you. He just loves you so so so much, poor baby gets overloaded with emotions.

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You roll over, tucking yourself into the blanket, letting out a long sigh. “Get out.” You say almost a little too sweetly. It’s hard to hold your composure after he’s completely ravished your body.

“Really?” He questions, walking around to the other side of the bed to make eye contact with you. “You can’t possibly still be upset, I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

Pouting. Of course he’s fucking pouting, gods you could just go back to riding that pretty face of his. But fuck this is exactly how you ended up in this situation. 20+ missed calls and lord knows how many texts confessing love, anger, plus death threats for whomever you’re with next.

If we’re being honest, you absolutely love that THE Sephiroth is obsessed with you. That Sephiroth is in love with you at all is amazing to you because you love him but-Did you expect him to be a stalker? No. Did you expect 12am arguments because he’s suspicious of other men(insecure but he won’t own it this early)? Nope. Did you expect him to bust in and almost ruin you and Tseng’s mission because he’s sure Tseng has feelings for you? Absolutely fucking not. This man even accused Angeal of looking at you the “wrong” way. He’s never looked your way again.

“Don’t ignore me y/n.”

Pulling yourself back to the conversation at hand you finally look Sephiroth in his eyes. “You know you’re an absolute loose cannon right? A ticking time bomb really.” You say, narrowing your eyes at him. “You kicked down my front door, yes I want you out.”

Making his way into bed regardless of your weak attempts of pushing him back and your even weaker portrayal of being mad at him cause him to chuckle. Sephiroth wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close and peppering you in kisses. “Y/N, my love, you should’ve taken that into consideration before you fucked me. Besides, you know I’m not going anywhere. You’re supposed to show me what forever truly means.”

[icycoldninja]

Rockstar!reader or something kinda like that doesn't need to be anything smutty just a lil story!! So I'm asking because I might be getting a guitar soon and well I saw a drawing of Sephiroth in an outfit (I don't know how to word it but here is the drawing credits to @valentimmy !!) And if you still do Yandere stuff could you make it like that? Kinda based on Kim Dracula ver of Paparazzi by the way! Anyway enough of my ranting also make sure you're taking care of yourself ninja take breaks if needed too! 🫶🫶

thanks, man, you take care of yourself too.

My superstar (Yandere!Sephiroth x Rockstar!Reader)

You had been driving crowds wild for several years now, and had a pretty large, enthusiastic fanbase cheering you on wherever you went, and have had done several meet-and-greets, much to their delight. However, you had yet to meet your biggest fan of all, the one who followed you closely throughout the night, stalking you on the streets, evading your tight security and managing to get close enough to your home to be able to press his palms against the glass of your bedroom window.

It was he who admired you the most; he who made the most purchases regarding your merchandise, it was he who always showed up at every one of your shows without fail, regardless of where they were being held. It was he who spam liked your every post with multiple accounts, all so you could feel more famous.

It was he who idolized you above all else; him, Sephiroth.

He loved you so much he even changed his fashion sense for you, choosing to go for studded belts and lots of sleeveless shirts with tons of leather, all so he could be more like you. You were his obsession, and thanks to his inhuman abilities, he could follow you to the ends of the earth until the ends of time.

Even now, as he hovers above your slightly ajar window, he quietly muses to himself how lovely you look when you sleep, how comforting it must feel to be wrapped snugly in your arms, to hear your breathing in his ear, to savor the peace of falling asleep together. One day, he would know such joys, he assured himself, pushing the window open a little more to ensure the kiss he blew you reached you.

"Some day, my dearest, some day you will be mine," He whispered, barely even audible over the lightly blowing night breeze. "But for now, remain oblivious. I will be watching you from the shadows, my little superstar."

With a low, rumbly chuckle easily mistaken for the creaking of an old house, Sephiroth vanished, though he was still watching you. He's always watching.

[after-witch]

That Great Triumphal Arch [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

Title: That Great Triumphal Arch [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

Synopsis: Sephiroth took you. And now all you know is pain. FF7R-verse. 

Word count: 2096

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, physical abuse and violence, noncon and sexual abuse, unwanted pregnancy for reader

You’ve been hurt before. You’re not some dainty thing, kept in a tower all your life.  You knew the streets. There were arms broken in alley tussles, noses bloodied through a drunken bar fight, and lately--far more lately--cuts from blades and the edges of Turk bullets and all those aching wounds that come with willingly signing up for a fight far bigger than yourself. You were under no illusions, when you joined with Cloud, what might lie ahead.

Though perhaps, being kidnapped by Sephiroth was not in your visions for the Could Happen in the Future. Getting hurt, yes. Being wrapped up in some insane plot to save the world, sure. 

Being targeted by Sephiroth? Not so much. 

Yet it happened. It happened so fast that if you were asked to recall the specific details, you couldn’t say. You remember the blow to your stomach, the blow to your head. You remember looking up and seeing Sephiroth staring down at you, a smile on his face, the grayness of your vision blurring with the glimmering silver of his hair. You remember, or at least you hope it’s a memory and not just something you imagined, hearing Tifa shout out something, hearing the clash of blades. 

But then there was nothing but grayness and fog and an awful, dreamless sleep. 

When you woke up, he was there.

Smiling.

Speaking words that felt like black tar in your ear. How you were his. How you were a gift. How you were meant to be there.

And he hurt you.

So, so much.

He hasn’t stopped.

The pain is relentless, fresh, raw. You can’t get used to it, not like you might eventually get used to the ache from a broken rib from a single ill-timed bar brawl. It’s ever-changing, day by day. 

Maybe that is why it’s taken you out so completely over the past few days (and just how long has he had you, in all?); got you weak and speechless, barely able to breathe much less think much less fight back much less--

“You’re beautiful, you know.”

The voice from above you is grating to your ears, like gravel being rubbed right into your bleeding, sore kneecaps. You’ve heard that damned voice so often lately, and sometimes you swear--you swear--that his lips aren’t moving when he speaks.

But why is he above you, again? You remember him hitting you this morning, you remember the kick that broke your ribs. You remember spitting in his face. And then, quite clearly, you remember the tip of his sword puncturing right through your wrist, leaving an almost disgustingly clean wound behind.

That was the last clear memory before all this.

So why is he above you, hair almost shimmering, eyes bright and piercing--what is that sensation, that awful, awful sensation? Like being pierced from the inside out. 

“Beautiful… when you’re bleeding for me.” His voice is just a little breathy. A practiced sound, you think, because he doesn’t break so much as a sweat when he spends hours hurting you. It’s not like sex was going to knock the wind out of him, like his boot connecting solidly with your stomach once or twice or umpteen times did to you so readily.

Unwillingly, reality finally comes back to you, sore and sticky and painful, with his gloved hand tapping at your cheek; with the realization that he’s inside you, again, thick and intruding and insistent. It’s like a drum beat in your lower body, a rhythm you’ve come to understand after all this time--and it makes you feel sick, still, no matter how familiar it’s become. 

A gloved thumb runs along your lower lip, catching on a scab healing over. 

“Everything you do is for me… bleeding… breathing… your very existence.” There’s a sticky coolness to his voice that makes you want to peel your skin off even more than the ever-present sensation of his body above yours. 

His voice continues, no matter how much you wish it would not. 

“When will you come to accept that?”

You ignore the content of his words (you so often do, when you can get away with it) and merely squint your eyes, desperate to make sense of things despite your aching body. But you still can’t tell. 

Did his lips move… or not?

His thumb presses down on the scab. And it’s such a small pain, really, compared to what you’ve been through. But you groan nonetheless, and squeeze your eyes shut to block out the stinging sensation spreading across your mouth.

“Answer me, and I may grant you mercy.”

You laugh, or at least you think it’s a laugh. A hoarse stuttering sound that wheezes out of your used and abused chest. In response, he thrusts harder, and your fingers curl on the sheets underneath you, desperate to gain purchase.

Above you (and inside you)-- there are signs that he is human, that he is not some infallible granite creature. Sweat on his naked chest. The movement of his hair, tickling your skin, as he begins to thrust quickly enough to signify his end. 

A soft, low sound as he pushes inside you so deeply that it hurts, and then warmth--a burning warmth that shouldn’t feel like it does, stinging and slick. Is it because he’s fucked you so often, creating tears? Or is there something wrong with him, to make his seed more unpleasant? Or--the thought comes, unbidden, awful--something wrong with you? 

His gloved hand taps your cheek again. It’s like being chided by a friend for dropping off in the middle of a conversation, but nowhere near as lighthearted. 

“Where did you go, I wonder?” 

You can’t answer him right away. Not without sacrificing dignity. So you keep your mouth shut and wait until your breath isn’t coming in so hard, and your heart rate has regained some sense of normalcy. 

You look straight at him, at the eyes that seem to glow from within now, something awful inside them. You wait until he’s raised an eyebrow, just a little, a sign that he’s expecting you to speak.

And you do.

“I’ll never accept whatever delusion you’ve created about me.” 

Yes, your voice is tired and hardly filled with the bravado you might have spoken with before he took you. But at least you got the words out. At least you know you spoke them with your own damn mouth.

His thumb returns to trailing gently on your lips. Almost soft, almost kind.

“But you’ve already accepted so much…” 

You don’t ask what he means, exactly. 

Later on, you’ll wish you had.

--

Your head lolls side to side. The pillow underneath, damp with your sweat, does nothing to ease your discomfort or the gnawing ache inside your chest. 

“Do you really think they’ll come for you?”

Yes, you want to say. They are my friends. We would never give up on one another. But you press your lips tight. 

“Don’t you know how long it’s been? How far they’ve traveled? They haven’t even tried to retrieve you.”

He’s lying. They would never just give you up, let you stay in his clutches. If they traveled, it was out of necessity, to find help or create a plan or get a better vantage point. Yes, that would be it. He’s… lying. Isn’t he? 

“They’re concerned with far greater things than you, aren’t they? Do you think they’ll choose you over this world’s pretended sanctity?” 

Yes, you want to say. Yes, yes, yes! But even you can’t pretend that wouldn’t be a bold, ridiculous lie. One life--or the world? Even if it was you… Even if it meant you were trapped here, with Sephiroth.

His voice continues to drip honeyed poison straight into your ears--straight into your mind. Soft whispers in the dark, over and over, reminding you, taunting you, telling you things that you must surely admit (deep, deep, deep down) are likely the truth. 

But he can’t be doing this to you. It’s impossible. Because he’s not speaking. You’re staring right at him, right at his detestable face, a face you could now describe with uncanny certainty… and his lips are not moving.

You weren’t sure, before; you’d wondered at the way his whispers seemed to squirm right into your ears, no matter how far away he was or how fuzzy your vision got from pain. 

You let out a confused groan that covers up whatever vile thing he blows into your ear next, though it doesn’t stop the awful sensation that comes with hearing him inside your skull. 

“I don’t understand.” You practically moan the words out, like a sick child on a feverbed. The damp sheets and your clenching fingers, rubbing the sheets raw, are much the same. “How are you doing this?”

“Oh, darling.” He says--but doesn’t say--as his hand skims down your chest and rests on your stomach. The feel of the leather is cold and harsh, like a ragged seam dragging down your skin.  “Don’t you know?”

You don’t know. You don’t know what he means, or why he’s doing this, or how the fuck he’s talking inside your head.

His hand doesn’t move, exactly, but presses down in a remarkably gentle gesture.

“Don’t you know what I’ve put inside you?”

There’s a terrible, long moment where the world drops out from underneath you. And then you’re back above with no air in your lungs, because you’ve screamed--you didn’t even know it.

He stares down at you with a patient smile until your breathing comes back, ragged and uneven.

“You’re lying.” Hot tears prick at your eyes, because you’re not stupid and you know what he means now, and you know that it’s the awful truth. You can deny a lot of things (and have done so at every opportunity) but this? This was real. It was sick and real. 

“I never lie to you,” he says, lips still unmoving. 

You know. You know. The calmness in his tone terrifies you more than any of his sweet poisons, than any of his bruising grips or swift strikes to your vulnerable body. 

“It’s remarkable, what her cells can do. And you took to them so quickly.” His smile has an almost edge of ecstasy to it that turns your insides sour. “It’s destiny. Even you must admit that.”

You think the word “no” comes out, but you can’t be sure you actually said it. Maybe you’re talking without opening your mouth now, too. Maybe you’re losing it, like frayed edges of an old blanket, just waiting to be pulled out. 

Sephiroth, if he notices your growing inner hysteria, chooses to ignore it. Instead, he leans down, taking a moment to rest his cheek against yours. He inhales softly through his nose.

“I thought you were at your most beautiful before, but this?” The hand on  your stomach trails up until he’s grasping your chin, keeping you in place. “This might be preferable…”

“Stop.” The words come out soft and perhaps pitiable to anyone but the man above you. 

He doesn’t even acknowledge them. Maybe you didn’t say them at all. 

There’s something determined in his eyes now, as he stares down at you. You’re almost afraid to find out what it is. 

“Mother has given me two gifts,” he says, softly, with reverence. “And I now will prove myself all the more worthy to her.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. It could be chaste, if anything Sephiroth ever did might ever be called that. The kiss tastes of his breath and your own tangy blood. 

This time, when he speaks, his lips move--cruel and hot against your own.

“Do you think Cloud will be able to look you in the eye, once he knows what’s inside you?”

Hot tears slide down your cheeks and join the sweat already dampening the pillowcase. 

His hand returns to your belly, cupping the skin there. There is warmth--he’s removed his gloves now--and the sensation makes you shudder. 

“Do you think you can belong to anyone but me now?”

This time, his lips don’t move.

[kitsunefox1108]

Self-aware! Sephiroth x introverted! reader

Sephiroth finds it convenient that such a darling is rather taciturn and aloof due to being an introvert, and he will take advantage of that.

He often watches you as you sleep. He likes how at this moment you are absolutely relaxed.

He imagines how your face can show a frightened expression when you see that Sephiroth is self-aware.

He wants to show you this..

And he wants to make you his. He is in the shadows for a long time, and does not let you know about him that he is self-aware, but at one moment he does not hold back, and shows the truth.

And he knows that you can't refuse. Especially when his sword is next to him and he won't hesitate to draw it.. he often watched you draw pictures related to him. And he likes your style. Maybe he'll even take this art for himself… if you don't mind.

He likes that you are alone. And he makes great use of this to be with you after you find out the truth about him.

And he likes that he won't have to kill anyone who would interfere with your communication with Sephiroth.

[thevanillerose]

SLICE | YANDERE!SEPHIROTH x READER | FFVII

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

Author Note: It’s time. I have to write about HIM.

Honestly though, Remake/Rebirth really turned me on to what a hottie Sephiroth is. I finally get it…

CONTENT WARNING: Unhealthy Relationships / Violence / Non-con NSFW

“Poor little thing…”

The point of Sephiroth’s silver blade dug deeply into your shoulder, pinning you haplessly to the ground with no chance to escape. If you tried to jerk or move away, the weapon would only pull harshly through your flesh and rend it open into a bleeding, gaping wound.

If your arm got too messed up, then you’d really be helpless. Though as it stood, it was already looking very bad for you. Sephiroth totally had the upper hand, and then some.

Did he intend to kill you? Well…that was where things got a touch more complicated.

He’d already killed your friends. Cloud, Tifa, Barret, Yuffie, Red XIII, Aerith…everyone…all of them…

They lay strewn and deceased around you, seeping scarlet red blood in growing pools against the temple floor. Above you, the ultimate enemy loomed, the cold breeze running through his long silver locks, flowing gently from his back. His impossibly long sword had stabbed its way into you, his final victim, while you had been trying to crawl to escape.

“You fought so well. And yet, here you fail.” he spoke in a deep and taunting tone, his words purred out past his lips. His Mako-infused eyes were focused on your pained, tormented face. He twisted his blade to the side just to see you squirm and hear you scream.

“D-don’t kill me! PLEASE!”

That desperate, panicked begging was something he had been longing to hear from you. But what a fool you were. Did you think he actually would?

That he would actually kill you?

“...Do you believe that I will?” he asked, his tone taunting and teasing, turning his sword like an oversized key in a tender lock all the while, “Do you believe I would want to kill you?”

You were rendered speechless by both the pain, and his words. You didn’t understand.

“I…” was all you could manage, a little choking start to a sentence before he suddenly, with surprising fervor, yanked the blade back out of your shoulder. Fresh blood splattered and sprayed from the slice he’d made in your delicate skin, and you rolled over, clutching yourself desperately.

“More foolish than I thought…”

Sephiroth began pacing in a slow and menacing circle around where you lay curled up and trembling. He wiped your blood from his blade, but left a little to slide his fingertips against, raising his black-gloved hand up to his eyeline, holding it level, rubbing the red between his thumb and forefinger where it sat so darkly.

“You didn’t consider that perhaps, I was doing all of this in order to claim you? As my own?”

Maybe it was because the agonizing pain made quite the distraction, but his words didn’t make any sense to you. You were totally lost. What did he even mean? Claim you? In what way?? What the hell was he talking about?

“P-please let me go…” you whimpered against the floor, tears rolling from cheek to cheek and pooling with the blood that had run down in rivulets from your shoulder. Your tormentor tutted, coming to a stop where he was standing right in front of your fallen face.

“And deny myself what I’ve always wanted? Since I first saw you in Nibelheim? I hardly think so…”

The two of you definitely had history. It was in your youth when you had first appeared to one another, him once a renowned SOLDIER, you, the pretty local girl, someone who Cloud had actually fallen for, but who Sephiroth truly desired. 

It had taken quite some time to reach the stage where he might actually be able to finally have you. But every step had been worth it in his eyes. And now, all the distractions, all the objects which might stand in his way, were laying dead around you.

“...I…I don’t want to be yours…” you gasped, and felt a slight gust against your skin, before his hand came down sharply and snatched around your tender neck, yanking you up from the floor until you were dangling helplessly above the stone.

With a slight squeeze, he stopped you from talking. He didn’t want to hear you say things like that. Enough of it.

“Whose will you be then? Cloud’s?” Sephiroth gestured over to the body a few meters away, the fluffy quaff of blonde hair a giveaway, a dead one, who it was. You felt sick just looking, and tried to turn your head away, shut your eyes, something. Instead, he let your feet back down to the ground, but only so he could flip you around and position you with your back to his tall chest.

He pinned you tight against his body, slipping his hand up beneath your chin and using his hold to grip and keep your face turned straight forward, looking right at the boy who had once protected you with all he had, but ultimately failed in the end.

Sephiroth used his free hand to cup some strands away from your ear, brushing them back and leaning down to whisper into it in a low and menacing tone, his breath feeling sharp and cold against your skin, drawing up the tiniest little hairs in response.

“I don’t think that will be possible anymore…”

Your trembling hands reached up to clutch his wrists, wishing you had the strength to pull him away from you. If you were going to die here anyway, then at least, you wanted to die without his hands all over you.

He only laughed at your efforts, softly, mockingly, finding it cute that you were even trying. 

“M-my shoulder…” you moaned with pain from being pressed against him like this.

“I’ll treat it.” Sephiroth’s lips brushed chastely against your cheek, in something close to a kiss, “I’ll spare you. I’ll care for you…and you’ll never want for anything again. I’ll ensure it.”

Tears began to well and flow from your desperate eyes.

“You’ll kill me…if I refuse?”

The eerie silence that followed was all the answer you needed. 

Swallowing thickly and nervously, you shook your head with a gentle whimper. As much as it hurt, and as scared as you were to die, how could you surrender yourself to him while the carcasses of your friends, and the ruins of all they fought for, surrounded you? You’d never be able to forgive yourself.

In response, despite still smiling slightly and smugly, Sephiroth showed his anger. His hold on your shoulder tightened considerably, and you squeaked as the pressure drew forth a fresh flow of blood, running down the length of your arm. It felt like he was practically digging his fingers into the wound, the pain amped up to 1000% again.

“AAHH!!”

You shrieked and squirmed against him, as he refused to let you go, and only spoke in a warning tone:

“You misunderstand, [Y/N]. Killing you is an absolute last resort. If you refuse me…I have ways of making you concede…”

The way his hand moved down your side was, again, answer enough. His gloved touch traced gradually, slowly, agonizingly along your skin, gracing it bare through the tears and shreds in your outfit. It was both electrifying and terrifying, in equal parts. Choking out a sob, you practically curled into him as he slipped his hand closer to your most sensitive spot.

It was easy for him to push his hand down past your belt, and wrap it around your mound, one taunting finger at a time. A simple squeeze and you weakened.

I have no choice…

I’m sorry…

Because what he would do to you if you refused was worse…

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[silverflqmes]

Do you have any hcs for yandere Sephiroth? 👀

໒⦂ ‘𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄’ 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hi hi so uh i don’t do yandere stuff, it’s not a topic i’m super comfortable with writing ( as mentioned in my rules ) but i will provide a more subtle, toned down version if that’s okay instead :’)

genre. angst + suggestive

tw. possessive behavior, implied manipulation, jealousy

disclaimer. there is a visible flip in the headcanons from pre nibleheim sephiroth to post — which takes on a darker approach. if it’s not something you are comfortable with reading, then don’t.

sephiroth x gn!reader.

⌗ as a person who dealt with the loss of those he allowed into his life, having brought his walls down for them.. i do think sephiroth might have developed a bit of overprotective behavior — which honestly, is expected..

⌗ he doesn’t want to lose you or for any harm to come your way. whether losing you refers to death.. or to someone else — he doesn’t want any of that to come to fruition.

⌗ everything in life he cherished has been taken from him and you are not about to be one of them..

⌗ normally he’s as cool as a pickle if you’re talking to someone else, but there’s this aura emitting from him.. one look at sephiroth and the innocent bystander is practically shaking in their boots.

⌗ you of course — would be confused as hell on this.. i mean when sephiroth pulls you closer, you just assume he wants proximity..

⌗ until you go home, that is, and he’s just holding you without any means of letting go.. it’s silly, watching that subtle, yet visible pout of his and the furrow to his brows and all is understood

⌗ piece of you by shawn mendes tbh that is where my brain is rn

⌗ sometimes it’s a little more than an inescapable hug and turns into a storm of kisses — perhaps even a mark or few would be left in his wake.. but nothing that makes you uncomfortable cuz he doesn’t want to hurt or force you into anything. consent!!

⌗ while he has selfish desires and would prefer to have you all to himself, he values boundaries and freedom — it’s something he wasn’t given and he isn’t about to take that away from you, too.

⌗ but if you were trying to get a reaction out of him by PURPOSELY trying to make him jealous.. good LUCK walking in the morning are the only words i have for you LMAO

⌗ there is after care tho trust and it’s all part of the plan because he gets to have you stay over and spend time with him<3 which — despite your grumbles — you are more than happy to do<3

⌗ now uh, post nibelheim sephiroth.. he is a different case cuz he’s under the influence of jenova cells — which are obviously making him do some wild stuff..

⌗ following the concept that you would have said cells opens up the opportunity to mess with you a bit, as a means of getting you to execute his whims. kinda like he does with cloud..

⌗ he’s aware you’re trying to take him back and save him from what he’s become, and uses that to his advantage. you would do anything for him, wouldn’t you?

⌗ slowly, he would isolate you from your companions — they want him gone, anyway, but you don’t. you couldn’t sit with the idea of your lover being gone, even in spite of all he had done.

⌗ you told yourself it wasn’t him, and it was true, it wasn’t. for that.. you wished to continue your attempts at saving him, even if it was a descent into madness..

⌗ gradually, you are succumbing to his words, allowing them to reshape the view you had made for yourself.

⌗ he was right, anyway. the humans who blindly believed in shinra- were the ones that gave the company the power and means of further destroying the planet for their glory. sephiroth was right in almost every way to execute the goals he made for himself.

⌗ he only ever appeared briefly to you, his caresses leaving enough of a linger to leave you touch starved — yearning for contact.

⌗ the one winged angel only whispered soon in that velvety tone of his, a reassurance of the reunion that would be upon you both in time.

⌗ but at times, you pressed, pleading for just another second — minute or few of his time.. and with that desperation in your voice, the expression that crosses your features, how could he refuse you?

⌗ he would spare his precious time and entertain you a moment longer, indulging just a bit in you, and himself, of course. but once more leaving you lingering, longing for more.

notes. not one for writing yandere oriented content, so i hope this was okay and fulfilling enough since i watered it down quite a bit :’) just not super comfy associating him with the qualities of a yandere..

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[vampi3rbl00dlol]

Fandoms I write for:

Note: I mostly like to do one shots or short story’s

Also please add detail to your request and not put in something like “Sora x autistic reader” I just need personality. I can make up the setting though but a name would be nice too (not needed I just hat using y/n if not in first person).

(requests rn)

Dandadan:

Okarun(ken), Momo, and Jiji

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Loz:

link/linked universe, urbosa, Zelda, basically all the sages minus the minor, fierce deity, dark link, Gannon, and Ravio

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

FF7:

Cloud, Sephiroth, Vincent, and Yuffie (I might add more soon)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Kingdom hearts:

Sora, Riku, Kairi, Xemnas, Young Xehanort, Axel (Lea), Roxas, Saïx, Xion, Zexion, Vanitas, and Marluxia  (so far)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Twewy:

Neku, Shiki, Beat, and Sho 

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Persona:

Ren, Shinjiro, Junpei, Makoto, Aigis, Akechi, Futaba, Ann, Yusuke, and Wonder (persona X) (I haven’t played or watched persona 4 yet😅)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Creepy pastas:

Ben drowned, glitchy red, strangled red (Steven), blue tears, insomnia silver, lost silver, puppeteer, candy pop, (basically all the ogs), and x virus 

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Sonic:

Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Blaze, Metal sonic, Espio, infinite, mephiles, rouge, and Whisper

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

SSbu: 

All characters OTHER THEN Captain Falcon, Banjo and Kazooie, Hero, R.O.B, Mr. Game and watch, Ice Climbers, Ness, Villager, Kazuya, Lill Mac, Simon, Ryu, Ken, Richard Diddy kong, Terry, Wolf, and Min Min (bec I don’t know anything about these characters)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Pokémon: 

silver, gold, ash, goh, Clemont, Nate, Cress, Iris, Cynthia, James (team rocket), Caitlin, Grimsley(all the gym leaders basically) Garry, Arlo (team rocket go), (All sun and moon, Sword and shield characters)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Homiciper:

Everyone besides the goat girl and Ms. Nuse

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Soul eater:

Death the kid, Black star, and Crona

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Might add Homestuck, Genshin Impact, and Honkai: Star Rail

                    ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

Yes’s:

child reader (only fluff or platonic tho)

Some nsfw

idc if minors interact or not ( just don’t blame me if u get in trouble 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Some kinks idk tho 

Disorders and disability’s 

All genders (including trans, non bi, gender-fluid, ect)

Lbgtq relationships (this includes some poly relations) 

kuudere, dandere, and Tsundere readers 

Au’s (so like things like Vampier or Apocalypse au or something like that)

Some ships so like Shiki x Neku or Ren x Akechi)

i can do oc now I just realized it’s easier for me to write them

Nope not happening:

yandere

really weird kinks 

Heavy nsfw

Weird ships like Pit x Dark Pit or Xemnas x Sora

Minor x adult is a big no 

Don’t make me do anything I don’t want to 

I don’t have a lot of time on my hands so don’t rush stories or anything 

un detailed requests

[halaxia]

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please specify the gender pronouns you would like for me to use and if you would like nsfw to be afab reader or not—otherwise, i will write requests for a gender-neutral reader :)

not what you were looking for?

— what i won’t write :

- rape, noncon, etc.

- smut (i’m bad at it)

- incest

- male!reader

- any kinks including intense physical/mental harm

- eating disorders

- pregnancy/miscarriage

- yandere

— what i will write :

- pretty much anything else lol

- suggestive content

- fem!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader

- suicidal themes (not overly graphic)

- fluff, angst, dark content (as long as it abides by the rules above)

- alternate universes

thank you for reading :)

— who i write for :

this list is changing often—if you don’t see a character here you would like to request, shoot me and ask and i’ll let you know if i’ll write them or not :) (bolded characters are who i enjoy writing the most)

attack on titan

╰┈➤ eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, connie springer, armin arlert, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, porco galliard.

bleach

╰┈➤ kurosaki ichigo, abarai renji, kuchki byakuya, hisagi shuhei, urahara keisuke, uryu ishida, shihoin yoruichi, aizen sosuke, ayasegawa yumichika, ichimaru gin, ukitake jushiro, hirako shinji, kira izuru, ulquiorra cifer, grimmjow jaegerjaquez.

bungo stray dogs

╰┈➤ dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, fukuzawa yukichi, nakajima atsushi, edogawa ranpo, nakahara chuuya.

chainsaw man

╰┈➤ hayakawa aki, denji, power, hirofumi yoshida.

demon slayer

╰┈➤ kamado tanjiro, uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, iguru obanai.

final fantasy vii

╰┈➤ cloud strife, sephiroth

jojo’s bizarre adventure

╰┈➤ joseph joestar, caesar zepelli, kujo jotaro, kakyoin noriyaki, higashikata josuke, kishibe rohan, jolyne kujo.

jujutsu kaisen

╰┈➤ geto suguru, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, nanami kento, mahito, kamo choso, higuruma hiromi, shiu kong.

my hero academia

╰┈➤ dabi, shigaraki tomura, hawks, shoto aizawa, todoroki shoto.

obey me!

╰┈➤ lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, satan, barbatos, simeon, soloman.

one piece live action

╰┈➤ roronoa zoro, sanji, shanks, luffy

spy x family

╰┈➤ loid forger.

the disastrous life of saiki k

╰┈➤ saiki kusuo, kaido shun, kuboyasu aren.

tokyo ghoul

╰┈➤ kaneki ken, nagachika hideyoshi, nishio nishiki.

vinland saga

╰┈➤ thorfinn, canute.

[11queensupreme11]

I love your stories, I can't wait for the next update!

Please don't push yourself to hard and take good care of your health.

Though my choices of literature can be... Questionable? I truly do enjoy the way you write your characters and how you slowly build them.

The theme of "yandere" has always been a difficult one for me.

Is it simply commiting immoral acts for the sake of love? Or is it something deeper than that?

Most yandere stories I stumbled upon has a swift narrative, one chapter the mc meets soon to be Yan character and then next their a yandere that has already fallen to the point of no return.

So, if you don't mind, can you recommend some for me to read?

since you didn't clarify which fandom or if you want original or not, i just put down my favs that i can remember!!

click here for a list of some pjo, alice in borderland, diabolik lovers, and baldur's gate 3 fics

click here for jjk and record of ragnarok fics

pandaemonium (chrollo x oc)

when the desert weeps, my soul cries out to you (sakura x gaara & sasori)

in which many things gang angly (sakura x gaara & sasori)

mother's song (sakura x gaara)

tamed (original)

breaking you (leon kennedy x reader)

insatiable (leon kennedy x reader)

fake it until you make it (sephiroth x reader)

the forest yearns (zenos yae galvus x oc)

the red string of fate (emet-selch x reader)

always mine (noctis x reader; need ao3 login!)

(wish i could find more, but i got too lazy to keep searching 💀)

[crisiscutie]

the reunion...is nothing to fear.

Pairing: Pregnant Darling/"Fluffy" Sephiroth

Word Count: 680

Content Warning: Psychological/Emotional Abuse.

The grandfather clock ticked away as Sephiroth traced the stretch marks of your swollen belly. He used his other hand to work the tension out of your back as you kept your focus on the clock. Judging by the time, your triplet boys aren't done with school yet. Few more hours. If only you could turn time faster. But it doesn't matter. The man you were trying to escape from has now invaded your new, lovely home, humming his favorite lullaby as you sat on his lap. Your new, lovely home, now corrupted by his presence. Maybe that's why your unborn child is kicking so much now; for you to get away from him.

Yet there was something peculiar about the way his hold on you felt. It's gentle and loving, but also constricting and possessive. You're almost like a poor fly caught in a spider's web. The spider is just waiting for the right moment to feast.

Despite the effort and hard work you put into escaping with your triplet boys, it amounted to nothing. Signs of Sephiroth's presence were always around you; Your precious boys kept asking about those strange dark feathers around your new home, their school, and even in other places, like your favorite grocery store. They wanted to know when their father would stop playing games. But you simply brushed it off, telling them that their father wouldn't be joining you all soon. They were confused, sad even, but they understood the hint to drop the subject. You hated saying that to them yourself, but it was necessary.

The dark feathers you saw were some of the many invitations to the reunion that you ignored. And now, this is fate. Your precious, innocent boys will become like their father. You still loved Sephiroth, but you could never love the path he took. His relentless slaughter of innocents and confining you all in his so-called "tower of love". That's why you had to get away from him. You tried your best, but this is where your "best" landed you.

Your baby's movements grew more forceful as he stopped tracing your stretch marks. He whispered into your ear with that same charming, velvety voice, but you knew it wasn't his old self. He still had that dark look around his slit eyes and a dangerous edge to his voice. You knew that his heart still beats for his family, but it's forever enshrouded in darkness.

"I wonder," he asked, "what name have you chosen for her?" Your dull eyes darted to your covered patio door, watching the rays of the beautiful sunlight slightly retract. You should have opened more windows when you returned from grocery shopping. You're amazed that you could still see in this gloomy and dark setting. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing your voice. But his question weighed heavily on your mind. It's true, you hadn't considered a name for your unborn child, let alone knew that it was going to be a girl. Your unexpected pregnancy with this little one almost deterred you from making your getaway with the triplets, but you pressed on. In the coming weeks, you were so focused on getting away from Sephiroth, you've neglected almost everything else. You didn't even have to turn around to see that his lips curled into a smirk, almost like he knew what you were thinking. His lips pressed against your ear, speaking in a lower, ominous voice.

"...JENOVA... A fine name for her."

Your eyes had widened at both his voice and his declaration. Naming your child after a dead family member wasn't unusual, but something about it had made your heart race. Your baby had ceased her kicking as his hold on you had grown slightly more constricting. Gazing weakly at the grandfather clock, you had realized that not much time had passed. He had begun his delusional ramblings, a dark chuckle echoing in your mind, as a lone tear had trailed down your cheek.

"The reunion at hand may bring joy, it may bring fear, but let us embrace whatever it brings."

This fic is based on one of my favorite prompts I've done so far on this blog. Context: The darling fled with her children to find a better life after Fluffy Sephiroth's corruption in this alternative path of the Domestic AU.

Yandere Domestic AU chronology: Christmas Kids | The Reunion is Nothing to Fear | Wait for me | Homecoming | The Crowning Moment

[leeus-writing]

Open

Hello, my requests are currently Open

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My 

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I do have rules that need to be followed when requesting. I do have a no under 18s rule. I am quite strict with this as its a safe guarding thing. This is for your benefit AND mine.

(Dividers by @cafekitsune​)

FF7 Characters I’ll write for are:

·       Sephiroth

·       Zack Fair

·       Cloud Strife

·       Rufus Shinra

·       Reno

·       Vincent

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Rules:

I will automatically write the reader as Female both sex and Gender, if you want me to write another gender/sex please let me know.

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If I don’t feel comfortable with a request, I won’t do it so please make sure you read my list of wont writes.

Request subjects I won’t write:

·       character x character

·       Abuse

·       poly relationships

·       yandere

·       Anything involving non-consensual encounters

·       Anything involving nsfw themes with underage characters 

·       Fetishes

I am also currently writing random Drabble cross overs from the fandoms of Brandon Sandersons Cosmere, FF7.

This is for my entertainment and for ma brain.

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

Just a random collection of thoughts. all of these are Pre-Nibelhiem. Yandereish? Was hoping maybe writing some of it down would help curb the Sephiroth obsession, don’t think I can reverse 20+ years of obsession though. And Genesis is a little menace, especially to Sephiroth this is facts. I guess slight nsfw? I dunno how to tag these things. Never thought I’d post anything.

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“Oh you love me, I know you do y/n.”

Glancing at the clock on your stove then back to the drunk silver hair man at your kitchen table, you realize you’re in for a very long night.

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Today’s lecture entails your lack of responsibility, fantastic right? It’s been an hour and you’ve already accepted defeat and agreed to the fact that you were wrong for not answering the phone. However, he’s still complaining. It’s sweet sure, sometimes a bit much. You just can’t stay that mad when he’s worried about you. However it’s almost a bit weird, it’s like he’s tracking your every move.

“I didn’t know you had so much time for me, just imagined you’d be busier than this.” You say trying to contain your smile. “We both have the same, well similar, job. So you know overtime is mandatory.”

“Your schedule said-“ he started but you interrupted.

“My schedule said what? You know my schedule? I’m a Turk not a SOLDIER, how would you know?” Firing questions at him, you look genuinely confused. You know Tseng wouldn’t disclose such information, surely Rufus wouldn’t even entertain the thought.

“I keep track of what’s mine.”

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The arguing has been going on since they arrived. Well one couldn’t call it arguing really, Sephiroth was whining. Closing Loveless and setting it on the counter he’s sitting on, Genesis starts to speak, “He’s embarrassing himself in there, I think y/n loves it.”

A notion that Angeal has agreed with numerous times. Sephiroth isn’t going to beg for your forgiveness and affections publicly, but these two feel like they’ve just about seen it all. It’s not that you get a slight kick out of being a little mean to him, he’s just been so damn bad all week. Someone has to hold Sephiroth accountable and he hates that you’re more than willing to do that.

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Kicking his feet up on your coffee table, Genesis rests his arms along the back of the couch. Conveniently one of those arms ended up behind you. Is this necessarily a problem? Maybe not. But why the fuck does he act like he owns the place?

Staring at his boots on your table you huff, “Someone’s a bit comfortable huh?”

Sephiroth, who immediately perked up when Genesis’ arm went behind you, couldn’t have been faster to agree. “A little too comfortable in my girlfriend’s home if you ask me.”

Oh. There was that tone of voice again, it’s time to make your escape. Excusing yourself to help Angeal in the kitchen you faintly hear Genesis reply to Sephiroth and you know it was nothing to calm him down.

Leaning against the counter you give a light chuckle. “Should be safer in here with you right? Do you think he’ll ever get over-“ you pause trying to find the proper wording “-that?” There are no proper words, the two of you know what you’re asking.

“We can only hope.” Angeal sighs as Genesis’ laughter rings out.

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He fucked up, he knows he fucked up. He also knows you can’t stay mad at him, not that he’ll let you. This is how you ended up in bed with him, getting fucked for hours. He really just wants to make it up to you. He doesn’t mean to upset you he just doesn’t know how to act because you drive him crazy.

Between the sessions of Sephiroth’s balls slapping against your ass and his cum dripping out of you, he pulls you against him. Hands still roaming all over you as he tells you how much he loves you and that he just can’t let you go.

You’re still not sure how he even got in your apartment, he was already there when you got home. Gifts in hand, apology played out in his mind over and over again to make sure it comes out just right, puppy eyes prepared to make you give into his begging. What he didn’t expect was for you to not forgive him, at first at least.

“No…no no no. You can’t do that y/n please.” Shaking his head he stares at you with a mix of confusion and hurt. Don’t make that baby cry, if you keep denying him he just might. But now you see that if he starts crying, he gets violent. You better tell him that everything is okay soon ‘cause fuck you’re not getting that security deposit back. Eventually you calm Sephiroth down, holding his head against your chest, playing with his hair and whispering sweet nothings to him.

He’s going to clean up the mess he’s created, but before that he has to fuck you to sleep right? You’ll talk to him in the morning about seeking help, maybe you’ll do the same.

[icycoldninja]

Could you write a Sephiroth x GN!Yandere reader?

Ooh, a yandere reader fic! I've wanted to write one of these for ages! Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Together forever (Sephiroth x GN!Yandere!Reader)

You'd become obsessed with Sephiroth the moment you laid eyes on him. His long, shimmering, silver hair, paired with his lovely, delicate face and those glittering neon green eyes captivated you. Everything about him was pure perfection--as if he were designed just to snatch your attention and hold it, even after he left the room.

You couldn't stop thinking about this gorgeous angel, your mind was constantly fixated on him. The way he moved, the way he spoke, the sound of his voice, all of it was so addictive.

You didn't realize it at first, but your obsession soon evolved into something much more than a mental preoccupation. You started stalking the man, following him around wherever he went, no matter how far away he traveled. You were willing to give up everything for him, forsake your friends, family, fortune, and even your home, if only you could make that man yours.

Sephiroth was well aware you were stalking him, but he never thought much about it because you were just a lowly mortal--you couldn't touch a blessed, all-powerful Chosen One such as himself. Therefore, he let you continue with your creepy behavior, not bothered by it in the slightest.

Not showing concern towards your acts had to be the worst mistake Sephiroth could have ever made, because in doing so, he allowed you an opportunity to break into his hideout one night and ambush him while his back was turned. The normally alert ex-SOLDIER would have usually sensed an intruder, but since he didn't take his not-so-secret admirer seriously, he let his guard down.

Once he found himself with a knife pressed against his throat, Sephiroth, being the arrogant, prideful man he is, still thought of your actions as weak and pathetic. He was so sure he could disarm and decapitate you with ease, but he was quickly proven wrong. For starters, you were way stronger than you looked--it seemed that your obsession with him resulted in you working out and gaining quite a lot of muscle. Not only that, but you had clearly been taking martial arts and weapon weilding lessons, as the way you held your knife was nothing short of expert.

"What do you think you are doing?" He demanded, struggling, for the first time in his life, to escape your grip.

"Hush my darling," You cooed, running your fingers across his smooth, supple skin that felt oh-so-lovely under your fingertips. "Don't be afraid. I'm here now--now we can be together, forever."

Sephiroth squirmed in your hold, seething with rage. He knew you were crazy, but to think you'd have the audacity to hold him at knifepoint to mumble some nonsense about being together!? As if! He'd like to think he could do better than you.

Deep down, however, there was a little spark of excitement that resonated throughout Sephiroth's core, waking up the cold, numb heart that had lumbered in his chest for so long. To be controlled and dominated like this was an entirely new experience for him, and perhaps, if you played your cards right, it would become something he could enjoy, especially if you meant what you said.

A small smile appeared on his face as you lightly dragged your blade across his throat, barely grazing the skin with the metal.

"Together forever?" He repeated, green eyes glinting with mischief. "Can you really keep that promise?"

Giddiness spreading through your body at the possibility of your dreams becoming reality, you placed a hand on Sephiroth's angelic face and turned his head so he was facing you.

"Yes, I swear it with my life," You told him. "And my knife." You noticed the smile on Sephiroth's face looked softer and warmer than his usual evil smirk. It seemed the prospect of having a constant companion was appealing to him in ways beyond carnal needs.

"I promise," You repeated, turning him so he faced you and throwing your arms around his shoulders. "I promise we will be together forever."

Slowly, tenatively, fearfully, Sephiroth's arms came up andaround you, reciprocating your hug.

"That...is all I need."

[adorablezhui]

I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT???!!

Can I request Sephiroth’s darling during Advent Children who is trying to recover from his abuse, only for his voice to constantly torment them? Sorry if this request is a bit too specific!

Title: Canary in the Mine [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

Synopsis: He’s dead. Dead and gone. But you’re still not free. Advent Children timeline. 

Word Count: 1000ish

Notes: yandere, mentions of past physical and mental abuse

He’s dead. Dead and gone, and never coming back, and you’re free. But you’re not free, are you? Not really. You could never truly, wholly be free from him. From the memories. From the stain of his name, of his actions, of the dark imprint he’d left on the world. And on you.

You do what you can to mitigate it. You tuck yourself inside most days, living like a hermit, attempting to avoid the stares of the people who know who you are and who you were with.

Some of them pity you, believing what was said in whispers about your unwillingness, about the chains and the beatings, about the strained facial expressions you’d been seen to sport. 

Others hated you, spat at your feet, called you his whore; blaming you for the loss of their friends, their family members--their homes, their lives.

Some even blamed your for the disease spreading its mottled black way across their skin, agonizingly hot and painful. It spared no one--not men, not women, not children. Former combatants in the last great fight for the planet, complete innocents who had nothing to do with it; it didn’t matter who you were or what you did. It would come for you.

Geostigma.

Sometimes you wonder if it would matter that you have it, too. What would the people who scowl at you say, if you thrust up your shirt, showing them the mottled greyness that ached across your stomach? What would they say if you cried out in pain, doubling over in the market as you scurried to gather enough provisions for the next month, only to fall and reveal the disease that targeted you, too?

That you deserve it.

You cover your ears on instinct, though the voice was not made by any human throat.

It’s Sephiroth. Here, in your head, as always. He came with the Stigma, it seems, or at least his voice did. Taunting you. Teasing you. Reminding you of what had been, of how pitiful you were; promising to see you again and remind you in person.

He couldn’t. He’s dead--dead and gone.

That doesn’t make hearing his voice any less horrifying, any less of strain on your sanity.

“No one deserves this,” you mutter, closing your curtains. A little shack far away from the city was hardly the Spartan luxury you’d been accustomed to with Sephiroth, but it was calm and quiet and there was no one to bust out your windows with rocks, like they did when you’d stayed in the city.

Do you miss me, I wonder?

“No,” you reply, automatically, picking up some stray trash and tossing it in the wastebin. “I wish you’d shut up, in fact.”

In response, you feel it, feel a burning, searing ache spread across your stomach. You swear you can feel the Stigma rash moving at times, as if it’s alive, a living organism latching itself to your skin--ready to take over at any moment.

You know it can’t really be his voice, you know that there’s no rational way he could order your disease to punish you for insolence.

But you apologize anyway, eyes going to the side, mouth quirked downwards. Meek and subservient.

That’s good. You haven’t forgotten your training, after all.

You close your eyes and resolve to ignore the voice for the rest of the day. If you can just ignore him, you can get some rest. Rest will bring a little more peace.

On your way to your little kitchen, you stop in front of the mirror tacked up near the doorway. You don’t want to look. But the recent flash of pain felt different, somehow, and you want--no, need--to see.

Lifting your shirt, you’re careful not to touch it. It’s agony to touch. Instead, you carefully keep the fabric away from your skin, which appears dull and grey. There are new sores now, and you wince when you carefully press your finger to them, pulling away and noting the black puss smeared on your fingertips. The wounds are getting worse. And larger.

You notice with trepidation that the Geostigma has spread down, moving towards your hips. Perhaps that’s why your legs were sore today; if it kept traveling downward, would you be able to walk at all? The image of someone, someday, finding your corpse--dead from starvation or the disease, either way, sprawled on the floor and unable to move, gives you pause. You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want to hurt anymore.

It’s unfair, all of it. Not just your past, but your present--and the realization that your future might not exist at all. You escaped Sephiroth. Cloud defeated him. Wasn’t that enough? Wasn’t that enough for the world?

You lean forward, bracing yourself against the wall, as another wave of pain hits. The world is dizzy, spinning, confusing, hot, horrible all at once.

I can make it go away.

“Stop it,” you say, voice little more than a whisper. 

With the curtains closed, the light in your little shack is dim, muted. You know it’s the disease, you know it is, but you swear you can feel him in the room with you right now.  Watching, motionless; your mind is waiting to hear his footsteps approaching you with that decisive swiftness he’d build before he started in with the blows.

But there’s nothing. You’re alone. You’re in pain. You’re scared. You’re probably dying.

Would you like me to make it go away?

You shake your head, and you swear you can hear him laugh. 

Then, the footsteps.

A knock at the door. Slow. Deliberate. Three times. You ignore it. Someone needing supplies?  You don’t have them. Someone here to tell you that you’re a rotten bitch who deserves all this? Been there, done that.

They knock again. There’s other sounds--the faint hint of a motor shutting off, some shuffling, a quiet hint of an argument subdued in the first syllable. Multiple someones, then. Maybe a roving gang of afflicted city-dwellers, here to burn your house down?

The knock at the door repeats. A bit more impatient, almost childlike.

Answer the door.

You don’t want to.

You shouldn’t.

Answer the door. 

His voice is harsher, insistent. You don’t dare disobey. 

You take the few steps to the door, feeling like a puppet, a marionette; your vision is still blurry when you open it, wincing at the sudden light.

Flashes of soft silver make your breath catch in your throat, hard and tight. Silver and leather and the eyes--mako green, living green, piercing right through you. Three sets of them.

It’s not him. It’s not him, but they’re close enough.

The voice that speaks up is higher than Sephiroth’s ever was; almost childlike, gleeful, a cat that has caught the canary.

“Found you.”

[kitsunefox1108]

I really like your remnants of Sephiroth. can you do all three of them being yan self aware with one player/reader.

you mean all three are obsessed with the same reader? sorry if i misunderstood _________________________________________________

in fact, if all three are obsessed with you, you can put an end to yourself personally.

they like the fact that you are able to look at them. Often during a fight, they make everything more elegant and beautiful so that you enjoy watching.

They are interested in the fact that you potentially know more about them than anyone else they have seen, so they are interested in your personal encounter with the remnants of Sephiroth.

They will hunt you like hungry wolves, find a way to transport you to the final fantasy world, and be by your side whenever they find you.

They don't lose sight of finding Jenova, but they also make it a priority to keep you around.

You are like a soft plush toy that cannot be shared. One minute Yazoo hugs and caresses you, another moment Loz is crying on your shoulder, the third Kadaj makes you praise him and admit your weakness. they are interested in listening to your stories about how you lived in your world. But they always emphasize that you are better off with them.

Yazoo is most gentle with you. I have already said that he is charismatic and charming, so he will be more tender than everyone with you. Why not Loz? well… Loz isn't much softer than Kadaj and Yazoo, and uses you to cry on your shoulder if he's upset about something. Either likes to show you his fistfighting skills. if you do not listen to them, their instructions and so on, they do not stand on ceremony in teaching a lesson if they really want to scare you. ________________________________________________

speaking of the NSFW part, they really like to tease you about it. They try to be gentle so that you get the maximum pleasure, although it would seem that you do not like spending time with them so much, but the way you moan in agony while all three drive you to extreme exhaustion, you really enjoy it. as well as their characters, they also manifest themselves in terms of sex.