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Sorry for the confusion! Maybe a prompt about Sephiroth and the Darling having sex with Sephiroth teasing her poor cock after she had fucked him earlier. Dom sephiroth if you could? I hope this isnt too much!

Sounds like our sweet Fluffy Sephy has a dominating side after all~

Pairing: Fluffy Sephiroth/Futanari!DOMestic Darling

Content Warning: NSFW. Mommy Kink.

You straddled Sephiroth's hips, your lips met his in a fiery kiss.

His tongue and yours entwined as you explored his mouth. Your territory.

It's no surprise to you that you're winning this battle. Your sweet boy always abided by your whims.

Your throbbing cocks shared a tight onahole as they rubbed against each other inside it, creating a sticky mess.

There's so much precum coming out of the onahole, you're almost afraid to see how bad it'd be when you both finally climax.

You broke the sloppy french kiss and flashed a seductive smile at your sweet boy.

His slit eyes dilated at you as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Already getting overstimulated, sweet boy?" You said.

"N-no... I'm fine..." He choked out.

You tilted your head at him as you languidly continued to rub your cock against his. You moaned quietly, feeling his heavy balls slam against yours.

He's fucking the shared onahole at a faster pace than you are. One of your hands went over to lovely his pecs, playfully tugging at his cute pink nipples.

"Are you sure? You seem so... tense," you whispered in your husky voice. His beautiful, sculpted body was quivering like hell, but your words seemed to trigger something within him.

In a split second, he pulled his cock out of the onahole and effortlessly flipped your body over as if it were nothing.

"You test my patience, Mother." He took the cum-filled onahole and threw it on the ground like it was worthless trash.

You were definitely surprised. Rarely have you seen Sephiroth appear so grim and serious. His gaze fixated on your throbbing cock.

Leaning down, he teasingly licks the pre-cum off the head.

He watched your reaction closely, like a snake watching its prey.

You couldn't help but let out some whimpering moans. Your was DOMestic persona crumbling before him.

His mouth so opened wider, his luscious lips engulfing the head of your cock.

"H-hey! I'm supposed to be in charge here!" You complained, trying to ignore the urge to cum into his mouth.

He released your cock, giving the head a gentle kiss while smirking at you.

Then, he positioned his own cock at your cunt and freed your tits from your Dominatrix outfit.

"I'll be taking over now, Mother," he said as he thrusted inside you, with one hand gripping your thigh and the other gripping your cock.

Admit it, you spoke too soon and underestimated him greatly. Now, he's going to fuck you into the bed.

He put more of his weight onto you, getting ready to cum inside you.

But just when you were about to warn him not to, it was already too late when you both climaxed.

Your hot sticky cum got all over his hands and your dominatrix outfit while he filled your womb up.

He then collapsed onto you, nuzzled into your shoulder, just like the kitty boy he is.

"Sephiroth," You panted. "We didn't have any protection..."

"...shit."

And then later, Darling and Sephiroth discussed getting a bigger house considering that they already have five gremlins running around, as is.

Also not sure how to tag the darling in this xD

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Heyyya! How are you doing and I hope you are feeling better since the post from days ago ❤️

I wanted to ask you if you ever wrote down the most submissive darlings to Sephiroth.. “My lord” “My master” type of woman, who would enjoy begging and pleading for his affection and adore him torturing her both way ;) I just couldn’t help but think about how amused Sephiroth mufht be.. and how bad he would toy wirh her, the thought of it makes me tingle 😣 what do you think that dynamic would be like?

Thanks! I am feeling better thanks to the support I've been getting! And wow, what a great question! I thought about this a lot in the past, but now it's time to share my thoughts. I just want to start off by saying what's so amazing about Sephiroth: This man is so baby and daddy, he encompasses the entire spectrum. When your brainrot for him gets so bad, you can't decide if you want to be owned by him or make him your submissive and breedable wife. 🤭

Content Warning: NSFW. Yandere Sephiroth. Various kinks. DDDNE. Long ramble below.

But in the case of being submissive to Sephiroth: He would LOVE that! A darling that is so mind broken and helplessly in love with him she would do anything and everything for him... But, it comes with a significant stipulation: he wants to work for it. A darling throwing herself at him so quickly and easily wouldn't be interesting to him, even though it's what he would expect because of his arrogance. He finds true satisfaction in gradually breaking her.

You guys know of the "I love you because I can't control you" trope? That's definitely how he would feel initially. Darling giving him so much difficulty will only make him more fervent. And just when he managed to physically best her, that's one part of the battle done.

I think he'd celebrate as if he had already won the war and adopt a mockingly affectionate attitude towards her. This is because he's starting to train his "good girl" to become the best pet she can be. He's so thoughtful, even going as far as getting her a cute collar that perfectly suits her personality and conjuring a magical leash that attaches it to one of his bracelets. Sometimes, he may tighten her leash and give it an extra yank just because he can when they walk together. And you know he's playing Materia fetch with her. 🤣

This is all necessary for her training. For example, if his good girl wants to sit down, she knows the rules. She may only sit on her knees or in his lap. If darling misbehaves? She will be punished. He might even spank her ass hard enough to leave bruises, but then affectionately stroke it afterwards to make it sting more. Later, he'd sweetly ask his good girl what's troubling her as she sits in his lap while they watch the stars. (You fucking know what's wrong, you asshole) And eventually, poor Darling would grow to love it all, even if she hated it at first. She will come to beg for his affection and crave for his touch. He is her everything. And she is his.

Also, she would rarely be called by her name anymore. Instead, "pet" or "good girl" would be the proper ways to address her in Sephiroth's mind.

So here's a mini-analysis of some submissive darlings from my AUs because why not?

Little Sister Darling: Most submissive because of the connection she built with Sephiroth when she was younger. She came from a Midgar orphanage that was often scouted by Shinra for potential SOLDIER recruits, so she had no parents or any known family. Outside of her peer Zack, she didn't have too many friends as she rose through the ranks. But through her mentorship from Sephiroth, they bonded, especially over the similarity of not having any family, so they had each other to fulfil their need for that connection. Even after the Nibelheim Incident, she just wanted nothing more than to be with him. He was pretty much her world. Sephiroth will subject her to psychological torture, believing it will strengthen her. So he'd tell her he's no longer her loving, brotherly mentor. He became strong and so must she if he were to endure. This darling will still hate what he has done, but I can see her giving in quicker. It is fun to imagine this darling as a twistedly happy villainess, torn between wanting to please him and prove herself to him and mother JENOVA.

Nee-San Darling: Second most submissive. Like Little Sis Darling, her connection with Sephiroth came from their childhood. And honestly, regardless of if he is an enemy of the planet, that man is still her sweet little brother in the end. She joins Cloud and the party in their mission to stop him, but inside her, a fierce battle wages. Sephiroth would constantly taunt her by asking if she wants to hurt her sweet little brother or if she'll let others do it. He'd even question why she doesn't tell Cloud that he wasn't in Nibelheim. Why she allows Cloud to keep lying to everyone...

But oddly, I think the psychological torment he inflicts on her will only strengthen his bond (and obsession) with her. Ever since she was injected with his cells, he re-experienced their memories together from her perspective, now fully understanding the extent of her feelings and affection towards him. However, he also harbors hatred towards her. She has always been a puppet, starting with Shinra, and she is the daughter of the scientists who experimented and exploited him and his mother. Lastly, her seemingly affectionate relationship with Rufus only further complicates Sephiroth's feelings towards her. It's a complex mix of emotions that goes beyond simple hate and love. But rest assured, when he breaks her, he will be ecstatic to finally have her in his hold as his big sister and wife.

Daughter Darling: She is an interesting middle ground. She only submits to her father because she wants to. She doesn't like to disappoint him and she especially hates to make her dear father upset. But let this be clear: Daughter Darling IS his equal in most aspects. But Sephiroth holds advantages over her because of his knowledge and experience with his powers, but he can't control her directly, so he can ONLY use psychological manipulation. While he genuinely loves her, he also uses her for his own conquests. So it's only a matter of time before she discovers the protomateria within her body, that suppressed the feral JENOVA beast from awakening. Then, I think once Daughter Darling knows, she'd be anything but submissive towards him.

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What would yandere father Sephiroth do if he caught his daughter playing with herself?

Btw, it's great to see you active again! I really love your work!! 💛💛💛

Thank you! Time for a lore prompt and a tiny analysis~? Musings and "backstory" here and here.

Content Warning: NSFW. Yandere Father Sephy.

I have a headcanon that Daughter Darling had been secretly collecting dildos and some other sex toys during her conquests. She discovered this by being encouraged by the fellow women she "befriended" on her adventures to have fun with such naughty acts.

And this amused and invigorated Sephiroth. At first, he wondered why his sweet girl would waste time on human frivolities. To fit in? Out of mere curiosity? He'd observe her by using one of his whispers lurking around or through the voyeuring eyes of a puppet of his. She wouldn't know that he's been watching her, too focused on the moments when they happen.

To his surprise, he has no real disgruntlement with it. The purity of her being remains untainted by others, with only a low risk. However, he knows that an adventurous woman like her longs deeply for intimate touch and will seek it out, eventually.

But he won't fuck her, yet. For then, he enjoyed observing and slyly teased her about it afterwards.

His favorite moment was pretending to almost catch darling pleasing herself~

Your cunt eagerly welcomed the dildo as you slowly thrusted it in.

It was a perfect fit for your cunt. The veins of it felt heavenly to your tight walls.

You just finished slaughtering those that opposed your father's dominion over this world. But for whatever reason, your carnal desires got the best of you afterwards, but a quickie here shouldn't be too bad, right?

Unbeknownst to you, a familiar black feather silently landed beside you.

"Sweet girl, have you retrieved the materia for me?" Your father's calm and powerful voice rang out, reaching you even from afar.

Thankfully, your vast white wing covered you, but he was moving toward you swiftly, leaving you with no option but to keep the dildo inside your cunt.

Once he reached you, you sheathed your white wing and forced a smile as if nothing happened.

He gently grabbed your chin and kissed your forehead. Then his slit eyes locked with yours, filled with both twisted love and darkness.

You removed your hair tie and took out the silver materia to give it to him.

His slit eyes narrowed as he held it, while a faint smirk played on his lips, making you nervous.

Is there something amusing about that materia? Or did he see you pleasuring yourself when he arrived? But you were covered by your wing and far enough from you. It's impossible.

Your heart started pounding when he somehow dropped the materia, causing it to roll away fast. Yet, he didn't utter a word, his usual gentle and affectionate smile remained on his face.

You knew you needed to catch it before it's lost. So you hesitantly ran after it, feeling your cunt walls clamp around the dildo and your juices accumulate by the second

Oh, how difficult it was for you to stifle that moan as you knelt down to grab it.

Your father only continued to watch you. He seemed to wear his usual lovesick expression as normal, so it looks like you're still in the clear.

He tightened his grip on the silver materia when you gave it to him. He leaned down slightly, his velvety voice resonating in your ear.

"Thank you, sweet girl."

That was the final straw. As you clenched your teeth, your juices came gushing out of your cunt. Quietly riding out your climax, you politely bowed before your father.

His gazed lingered on you briefly before he turned his attention to the silver materia, it glowing radiantly.

The reality around the two of you suddenly shifted, everything in this world being sucked into the silver materia. With a single blink, you and your dear father became the sole witnesses to this extraordinary event.

The world vanished, leaving only darkness in its wake.

"...so, that's what it does." Sephiroth said, his calm voice held hints of invigoration.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a faint pink glow emanating from your chest. Not even your trenchcoat covered it.

But you didn't notice it. Your focus was on recovering from your orgasm and hoping he wouldn't suspect anything.

It appeared that the silver materia triggered a response from the protomateria within you. Your father knew he had to study this phenomenon right away, but he had to be discreet to prevent you from knowing about the protomateria so soon.

"Time for us to go home, sweet girl..." He almost sounded angry, but you knew his tone was of urgency.

Yet you insisted on him going ahead without you. He can't find out about this.

But he unfurled his dark wing and scooped you up in his arms anyway, making you yelp.

He chuckled at your reaction as you two flew into a portal. Oh, what more merry adventures await you two...

Oh Darling, to be so oblivious when you spent your life conquering and masquerading... xD

#Yandere father sephiroth #yummy

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Obsessed with the bot comments in this fanart from 11agares on twitter

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"My puppet"

This is what I would like to see - Sephiroth kissing Cloud.

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What does yandere father sephiroth do when reader finds out the truth about her origins?

It really depends on the "truth" we're talking about here. Sephiroth more or less orchestrated a perfect plan to ensure that Daughter Darling remains within his grasp. Though his fatal flaw is his arrogance. He'd be far too content with his plan, which will certainly lead him to underestimate her at one point. Musings here.

There's two ways of how this can go, but I will only summarize a few points of Sephiroth's "truth" route as I don't want to give away too much of this AU's plot so soon.

Content Warning: Yandere Father Sephiroth. Unsettling family dynamics. Rebirth Spoilers.

Sephiroth's "truth": In this route, he doesn't mind mixing bits of the actual truth with his vision. Firstly, he allows his sweet girl "run" away again, this time to a universe of Gaia where his plans seemingly weren't enacted yet. She'll meet his nemesis Cloud and his party, and tell them all about her father's plan to merge this universe with the others for the "reunion" of worlds. Then, his whispers will allow themselves to be dispelled by her, so she can easily gain their trust. (Daughter Darling always thought that she could counter them) And he'd use this version of Cloud to stay close to her personally... After all, he is his faithful puppet.

This would only be the stepping stone of making her see his truth. He'd take over Cloud much more often, making him become more possessive of her, him more deadly and cold towards his enemies. Sephiroth would use him as an example of how ugly humanity is. How she should stay away from them... How they would taint her purity... And then the fights against the JENOVA variants would hit far too close to home, as Daughter Darling already has a fear of JENOVA itself and tentacles.

So, at the final fight with the last JENOVA variant, Sephiroth whisks Daughter Darling away from everyone else, just in time for the big revelation. With her in his arms, he how much he missed his sweet girl, while his fingers traced patterns on her cheek. She'll resist him, of course, but he'd smirk and remind her he's the very reason for her individuality, the reason she isn't a puppet like Cloud. He was the one to give her that privilege. She, his precious daughter, is a valuable piece of his dear mother. From her cheek to her chest, he slid his hand down, unzipping her trenchcoat and uncovering the unsettling pink glow coming from her bare skin. Her protomateria.

The JENOVA monster that they had been battling turned out to be her. She was none other than a unique, rogue and feral part of JENOVA, with a will of its own. But it still possessed an insatiable thirst for destruction and chaos. Nothing could stop it until Sephiroth discovered the protomateria from this specific world that reverted it to a tame human form. Sephiroth still couldn't control her directly... Still, he took pity on her and she invigorated him. So, out of the goodness of his heart, raising her as his own daughter. His sweet, obedient girl who will rule the worlds at his side. He is her savior. Her protector. Her everything... She reminded him of so much himself, he had to do the right thing after all. So now she understood. All what he did was to protect her from the cruel worlds that would reject her. That saw her as a monster that needed to be destroyed.

Her childish rebellions would finally come to an end as he wiped away her broken tears, his velvety voice whispering his words of eternal love and support.

What parts are true, you think?

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What does yandere father sephiroth do when reader finds out the truth about her origins?

It really depends on the "truth" we're talking about here. Sephiroth more or less orchestrated a perfect plan to ensure that Daughter Darling remains within his grasp. Though his fatal flaw is his arrogance. He'd be far too content with his plan, which will certainly lead him to underestimate her at one point. Musings here.

There's two ways of how this can go, but I will only summarize a few points of Sephiroth's "truth" route as I don't want to give away too much of this AU's plot so soon.

Content Warning: Yandere Father Sephiroth. Unsettling family dynamics. Rebirth Spoilers.

Sephiroth's "truth": In this route, he doesn't mind mixing bits of the actual truth with his vision. Firstly, he allows his sweet girl "run" away again, this time to a universe of Gaia where his plans seemingly weren't enacted yet. She'll meet his nemesis Cloud and his party, and tell them all about her father's plan to merge this universe with the others for the "reunion" of worlds. Then, his whispers will allow themselves to be dispelled by her, so she can easily gain their trust. (Daughter Darling always thought that she could counter them) And he'd use this version of Cloud to stay close to her personally... After all, he is his faithful puppet.

This would only be the stepping stone of making her see his truth. He'd take over Cloud much more often, making him become more possessive of her, him more deadly and cold towards his enemies. Sephiroth would use him as an example of how ugly humanity is. How she should stay away from them... How they would taint her purity... And then the fights against the JENOVA variants would hit far too close to home, as Daughter Darling already has a fear of JENOVA itself and tentacles.

So, at the final fight with the last JENOVA variant, Sephiroth whisks Daughter Darling away from everyone else, just in time for the big revelation. With her in his arms, he how much he missed his sweet girl, while his fingers traced patterns on her cheek. She'll resist him, of course, but he'd smirk and remind her he's the very reason for her individuality, the reason she isn't a puppet like Cloud. He was the one to give her that privilege. She, his precious daughter, is a valuable piece of his dear mother. From her cheek to her chest, he slid his hand down, unzipping her trenchcoat and uncovering the unsettling pink glow coming from her bare skin. Her protomateria.

The JENOVA monster that they had been battling turned out to be her. She was none other than a unique, rogue and feral part of JENOVA, with a will of its own. But it still possessed an insatiable thirst for destruction and chaos. Nothing could stop it until Sephiroth discovered the protomateria from this specific world that reverted it to a tame human form. Sephiroth still couldn't control her directly... Still, he took pity on her and she invigorated him. So, out of the goodness of his heart, raising her as his own daughter. His sweet, obedient girl who will rule the worlds at his side. He is her savior. Her protector. Her everything... She reminded him of so much himself, he had to do the right thing after all. So now she understood. All what he did was to protect her from the cruel worlds that would reject her. That saw her as a monster that needed to be destroyed.

Her childish rebellions would finally come to an end as he wiped away her broken tears, his velvety voice whispering his words of eternal love and support.

What parts are true, you think?

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LUNAAAAA ily 🤭 anyway i've read a bunch of your fics and i never thought i would like sephiroth until i read what you write so pls pls pls if you can write smth smutty and sweet of seph it would kill me (p.s. preferably after him and reader have their first baby and they've been so pent up after almost 2 years of not being able to do it)

hi babes!! ily too!🥰🩷 im so glad i could help bring you over to loving sephiroth heheh🤭 i did take this idea but i did change it a bit and then kinda ran away with it? i still hope you like it! thank you so much for reading and requesting something!

the sweetest of dark dreams

sephiroth x fem!reader | 6.3k + words

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, porn with plot, un named daughter, hurt/comfort, post ffvii story, violence and drugging (not by seph), he's not pre-nibelheim sane but not crazy seph either?, possessiveness, explicit sexual content, mating press, cream pie, implied multiple rounds, i think that it but please let me know i missed anything!

synopsis: the first thing you saw upon opening your eyes is sephiroth with your daughter smiling at his side and tugging at his sleeve but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered that maybe you never woke up in the first place and you’re still dreaming. is it a nightmare or a sweet dream? you wonder again and again as two days pass, questioning if any of this is even real because how could it possibly be real when your husband who should be dead is suddenly.. here, alive and breathing and making your daughter smile. you don’t know what to believe but all of this feels so unbelievably real it’s hard to tell your brain and your heart otherwise and he doesn't wait long to show you just how real this is.

you’ve yet to decide if this is a dream or a nightmare or which you would even want it to be if you knew.

it started off as a nightmare. no it was so much more than that when you lost sephiroth after the nibelheim mission and somehow even worse than that when you found out you were pregnant. pregnant and utterly alone. on the run from shinra, desperate to ensure your baby would never be known by them, would never have to come close to one of their labs or needles.

then your daughter was born. a mix of you and your soulmate and beyond perfect. the rays of light in her eyes, his eyes, helping guide you through the darkness that had clouded the path in front of you for those first nine months without him and thus nightmare began to turn into a bittersweet dream.

the sweetness of it was easier to take in the more she grew, with each successful day that you’re both free of shinra, but a day never passed that you didn’t think of sephiroth or feel the permanent ache in your chest that had been present since you were parted. and you were never blind to the threats that still lingered. the truth that your daughter shares sephiroths jenova cells and if shinra ever found her.. well you would be sure they never got to her so you would not have to find out and she would never have to know any of the pain her father was put through.

it's what sephiroth would have wanted too. 

nearly six years of you and her, safe and sound, six years of giggles and smiles and you doing everything you can to protect her, a dream you live out for both you and your beloved and when you heard of the explosion of shinra, what sephiroth had done, you had hoped maybe the running could finally be over, but it only took one moment for it to turn into a horror you didn’t dare dream of, that you could hardly take and have relived every night since in your dreams.

“mommy?”

“yes baby?” you replied as calmly as you could and prayed that your daughter couldn’t feel the rapidness of your heart beat under her hands that cling around your neck but you couldn't suppress it no matter how hard you tried.

“is something wrong?”

she’s always been more aware than you know how to handle at times but how could you lie when at this moment everything seemed wrong, so very fucking wrong, like everything you did to try to keep her safe wasn’t enough and never would have been. you remembered crying about how you couldn’t do this without sephiroth during her birth and maybe you were right all along..

you heard he died along with many others that fateful day but there was no mistaking hojo when you spotted him in the city you visited for supplies near the place you had called home for the last half year and the devilish expression on his face when your eyes met let you know he had not mistaken you either.

that sickening smile had only grown when his gaze came to the small child holding your hand, her silver hair so similar to her fathers if her slitted pupils weren’t enough to give her away to him. though you honestly don’t know how much of a look he got of her because so quick you had your daughter in your arms and slipped back into the crowd that frequents this market street.

you didn’t look back but you felt him and others following you.

“whatever happens, just don’t let go of me, okay?” you asked of your daughter, hugging her closer to your body. you had dropped your groceries somewhere on the side of the road to help lighten the load and get you moving faster as she wordlessly buried herself into your chest, holding on like her life depended on it.

she held on just as tightly when she was ripped from your hold by a man dressed in a shinra infantry uniform only minutes outside of the city. like they had been waiting for you, they cornered you against an abandoned building and before you realized it, hojo was behind you and you felt the prick of a thick needle sinking into your side. 

there were a dozen others that surrounded you, some pulling your weakening body away from your daughter as others tried to make her let go of you. you’ve never felt so helpless, so scared and even though you know it’s only a dream this time around, the emotions flood back like they had then. 

“what did you do to me?!” you screamed at hojo in your fight to reach for her but no matter how much you tried to move you couldn’t get your body to do anything and the place where hojo had injected you burned like the heat of it was draining every ounce of your strength and consciousness. 

you hardly heard his answer over the cries of your daughter and the adrenaline pumping through your veins with no way to release after whatever the hell hojo put inside of you. you screamed, unable to hold it back when your mouth felt like it's the only thing that could move or do anything at all. it made your lungs burn with dry heat, you thought they may even burst with how it rages inside of your chest but you could only hope in the explosion it would take hojo and these ass holes with you.

by some miracle it ignited your muscles and you tugged at the hands that held onto you, your strength surprising them and their hold slipped, allowing you a moment to tumble away towards your daughter, reaching out for her with bruised arms just as gunshots echo all around you. 

a gust of wind, like the beat of a giant wing, swirled around you, sending hojos lackeys flying in every direction but you and your daughter remained steady, not a hair flying in the wind. before your hands can connect with her she’s being lifted into the air by gloved hands and when you follow them to the person picking her up, feeling your body succumbing to the serum hojo injected you with, you see sephiroth holding her on his hip, reaching down for you with his other arm, a dark black wing surrounding you like a shield before the entire world faded away.

you awake with the same jolt you had once the serum had run its course, body jolting and gasping for air but unlike then, you’re quick to realize where you are and that things are okay. a weird, uneasy definition of the word but your daughter is safe and hojo is dead and that is enough for you. at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

it had to be enough because right now nothing else aside from those two things make any sense to you and even the latter you’re only taking at the word of the familiar stranger currently asleep with your daughter in his arms on the plush chair in her bedroom. 

it’s only been a few days since you woke up after being asleep for two weeks thanks to hojos concoction and the first thing you saw upon opening your eyes was sephiroth with your daughter smiling at his side and tugging at his sleeve but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered that maybe you never woke up in the first place and you’re still dreaming. is it a nightmare or a sweet dream? you wonder again and again as two days pass, questioning if any of this is even real. 

how could it possibly be real when your husband who should be dead is suddenly.. here, alive and breathing and making your daughter smile and claiming hojo is no longer a threat because he personally saw to it and you’ll all be safe now. he’ll be sure of it. you honestly don’t know what to believe but all of this feels so unbelievably real it’s hard to tell your brain and your heart otherwise and regardless of whether it is or not, you need to continue to protect your daughter. so even in this foggy state between reality and a fucked up beautiful dream, you do what you’ve always done to keep her safe.

she may be a heavy sleeper but sephiroth never has been himself and you doubt that’s change in the years you’ve been apart so when you sneak out of the house, you hold your boots against your chest as you tiptoe out of the front door and hold your breath with every step until you’re on the edge of the small garden you keep, sitting on the wood plank of the garden box and lace up your boots before making your way back towards the city.

two weeks you’d been asleep. two weeks of not earning any gil and you don’t even know how sephiroth has paid for or gotten the food currently in your pantry. it’s just another worry on your shoulders that makes it hard to breath or think straight but it’s one you can do something about at least. you’d have made better care taking plans for your daughter in your absence had you not been asleep all this time and the fights you planned to join in the undercity for gil being only tonight until next month. you couldn’t wait that long and having joined them before, you know you’ll be fine. thank the goddess there were no lingering effects of the serum as far as you could tell.

that doesn’t stop how sickly on edge you feel the entire walk, like hojo or sephiroth might pop up from the shadows, like you’ve done a terrible thing by leaving your daughter with a man you aren’t sure is real. a stranger, you had called him earlier but you’re just as much of a stranger to him now too. so long without him, your only focus being keeping your daughter alive and safe at any cost and despite your heart with a wound that not even time could heal. you’re not the same person and if he really is the man you once called your husband, the same one who had tried to destroy the planet, he isn’t the same either. 

he had been gentle with your daughter over the past two days of you carefully watching his every move though. she had hardly wanted to be away from him since you’ve awoken and he had seen to her care during the time you were drugged to sleep without as much as a scratch on her little body. she trusted him and though you aren’t sure that you did, you didn’t think he’d hurt her and you’d do your best to get back before either of them noticed you were gone.

your dream replays in your mind as you walk past the place where sephiroth had reappeared before you, right when you needed him. in the moonlight you’d never guess it was the place of a slaughter or the return of someone you never thought you’d see again. it looks almost peaceful in your slowed steps taking in the blades of grass that flatten under your footsteps but it does anything but bring you calmness. 

on the brink of losing it, your mind running a million miles an hour with how to wake up from this dream, how to discern what’s real and what isn’t, you’re thankful the undercity is filled with more life than the actual city is thanks to more than just the townsfolk being here to watch the fights happening in an arena that sits in the center of it all. no one pays you any mind and the endless chatter along with the announcers echoing in the background nearly drowns out your anxious thoughts.

you’d need to figure them out at some point. you know you can’t avoid it forever but it would have to wait for tonight, until you could control just one thing and be sure there was enough gil for whatever your family might need in the coming weeks, until you could feel something that was undoubtedly real to knock you out of this sorry state if for no other reason but your daughter.

like always, you would need to push through for her even when you’re breaking in ways you don’t know where to begin to cover up or fix. then again, maybe you’re just unfixable to begin with. 

having made your way through most of the crowd, you’re nearly at the carved out side entrance of the arena to look over the fight lists and sign up for one’s you know you’ll be able to win against other people and monsters but like he had been waiting for you to arrive, you see sephiroth leaning against the wall with his arms folded and his head down, silver locks covering most of his face just a curtain of starlight. he no longer wears his normal armor but there's no denying it’s him. in the busyness no one seems to notice him either but he’s all you can see.

in a blink, his attention is on you, as if he felt your presence, and you’re frozen in the street, unsure what it is that’s gluing your feet to the ground. fear? guilt? worry? you can’t begin to describe the feeling properly but it's like black tendrils root you in place and make your heart beat uncontrollably, uncomfortably.

unfolding his arms, he takes long strides towards you, his eyes never leaving yours, the expression on his face completely unreadable and as composed as ever. every conscious part of your body tells you to run as fast as you can in the opposite direction, all the while your heart whispers that he would never hurt you. run towards him. you push the urge down, remind yourself he isn’t your sephiroth, and when the nerves in your feet finally get the message and move, it’s away from him that they choose. he’s so close to you by then though and you know you only get away because he’s letting you.

you can’t get out the ‘excuse me’s and ‘i’m sorry’s that sit on the tip of your tongue as you hurry away from the arena and back towards the entrance you came from, accidentally knocking into patrons without looking back. you don’t even know why you’re running when you know there was no getting away from him. even if he’s letting you go now, he was faster. stronger. dangerous. and worst of all and more likely than anything else, maybe you’ll realize he’s just some twisted joke conjured by your subconscious or shinra in order to get whatever they want from you.

it’s just outside the dimly lit entrance to the undercity that sephiroth has had enough of chasing after you and before you can stop in your tracks, he’s standing in front of you, the lights of the undercity reflecting back on his handsome features, and he’s quickly changing your direction and backing you into metal wall of the normally closed off entrance with his steps only inches from yours. it’s only the two of you around with the arena growing louder, telling you the event is about to begin. 

he doesn’t touch you, there’s not a place your bodies connect, no where you’ve dared to reach for in the two days you’ve been awake but you can feel the warmth of him at this distance, smell his familiar leather and flora scent, and it wraps around you like a blanket you had nearly forgotten the touch of but you hesitate to melt into its comfort. his strong arms cage you in, not letting you escape his intense gaze and towering height, and on bated breath you wait for him to make the first move, to say something, anything because for two days you’ve hardly had any words between you but it seems he was not going to let that continue any longer.

“what are you doing here?” he asks and you feel your heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice that wavers with what you swear is worry.

but it couldn’t have been, you tell yourself.  he’s not real. this isn’t real. wake up - wake up!

“it looks to me like you already know,” your words are like venom on your own tongue. you hate the taste but you can’t stop it with the overwhelming feelings currently consuming you, that you don’t know where to begin to process. before he can say anything you continue, finally finding the strength to move and using it to shove him away from you with your hands planted firmly on his chest. it’s the first time you’ve touched him since waking up and you’re almost surprised that he feels solid. it steals the poison behind your words, makes you falter and they’re only defeated now. “you don’t get to judge my choices. i do what i have to for her. i always have and i always will.”

free from his caging, you don’t try to go back to the undercity. you know he wouldn’t let you and gods dammit your daughter is alone right now - your feet start to head back towards home at a quick pace, not waiting up for him or looking back to see if he is following you.

“that’s not the issue here,” his voice is close when he speaks again, as though he’s right on your heels.

you stop in your tracks, turning on the balls of your feet to meet his gaze. goddess how is he even before you.. 

“not the issue?” you can’t help but laugh. it feels horrible though, bitter and heavy and brings tears to your eyes. “then tell me, what exactly is the problem because i can think of so many bigger issues than earning gil to keep my daughter safe!” so quickly you’ve lost your cool, every word you speak brings you closer and closer to bursting into tears.

“you’ve done so much for her,” he says and despite the flinch of the words you used to claim your daughter without him, there’s a soft adoration in his tone that makes you think this really must be some kind of mirage meant to torture you further, to break you, and it’s working. he takes a step closer to you, reaching for you with his gloveless hand but his touch never connects. “but putting yourself in danger is no way of protecting her.”

your tears begin to shed without your permission, letting go with them the floodgates of your emotions. this was too much to take, too much to process when you don’t know what to believe or do when years of longing pain crashes to the surface in a suffocating wave. “what would you even know about it when you’ve been goddess knows where - what - trying to destory the fucking planet - while ive been in agony without you?! trying to get through every day-”

you take a step away from him, thankful there seems to be no one else around you to hear your loss of control, to see the way you run your hands over your face and hair and take in breaths that only seem to fuel the heat inside you that is cracking you with ever added degree.

“did you even come back for me after nibelheim? did you know i was pregnant or about our daughter?!” you’re sobbing uncontrollably, unsure if he can understand your words but you couldn’t stop them just as much as you couldn’t control your weeping eyes. you can’t meet his either when you continue, “i - i don’t even know if you’re real sephiroth! the only thing i know that's real is her and even if this, right now, is some kind of messed up dream hojo’s put me in, i have to take care of her in the chance it’s not and if it is then- then i have to wake up so i can save her. i have to do something! - anything - i -”

the touch of his hands on your face, cradling your jaw with gentle strength, stops you in your tracks before you can fully succumb to fear and grief and every little emotion firing off inside of you, before you drown in your own tears. 

sephiroth says your name and though you can’t tell if it’s helping or making your tears worse, you don’t fight him. “you don’t think i’m real?” he asks, his voice deep and eerily tranquil but before you can protest or reply, his lips are on yours, pressing together in a deep, claiming kiss. one of his hands carding into your hair while the other grabs your trembling hands and brings them up to his chest. 

you can feel his steady heartbeat under your palms, taste him on your lips with each kiss you return that’s coated in your tears and the way he handles you feels like a distant memory. you want to melt into it, let yourself be weak and handled by him like you had years ago but you can’t bring yourself to give in. it’s not real and it hurts that much worse because of it. 

with unreserved strength, he presses you against him with a hand now at your back, splayed across you in a possessive grip, keeping you completely flush against his larger body, your feet nearly off the ground in your reach for him. you gasp against his lips at the sudden contact and when he takes in a deep breath, he affirms you as though he had read your mind, “this is real,” you feel the pressure of his forehead on yours and hiccup in your sobbing at the contact. “and you will never be without me again.”

“sephiroth..” you hold onto the shirt he wears, the fabric bunching in your fists as if he might disappear in the wind if you did not hold onto him. in this state you don’t know if you can believe him but so badly do you want it to be true and you think maybe for a moment you can give in, let yourself believe it for the sake of your heart that’s filled with a hope you worry might break you like you never before if it turns out to not be true.

you couldn’t bear to lose him again. even if neither of you are the same as before, there is no doubt in your mind that he is a part of your soul and heart just as you are a part of his. that you will always be tied to one another in a bond you can’t explain in words but that you’re certain transcends lifetimes and universes.

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the front door to the house creaks open slowly and for the first time since you gave in, you break from sephiroths lips, trying to catch your breath in quiet gasps thanks to the tears still flowing from your eyes. he’s carried you the entire way home, with your legs wrapped around his thin waist and his ever present strength helping him support you with minimal effort. he isn’t keen on letting you go now that you’re home either. 

the house is quiet and in his walk to your bedroom at the end of the hallway, you both peek into your daughter's room to see her sleeping peacefully where sephiroth had tucked her in before following after you. you reach down and shut the door and in his next step, he captures your lips once more in a kiss that makes you light headed and dizzy.

he’s quick to press you against your bedroom door as the click of the lock fills the room and is quickly replaced by your whimpers. aside from when you slept here for those two long weeks, unmoving but with your heart still beating, he hasn’t stepped foot back in your room despite the fact it was torture to be so close and yet so far from you. he had wanted to devour you from the moment you first woke up and looked at him with those eyes that were so closed off but still so full of the love that changed him, that made him realize there was something he could not live without.  

he wasn’t well without you by his side either and regardless of whether you believed him or not, he hadn’t known of your daughter but when he found out, all he had done was search for you until he heard the planet vibrate with your scream that shook his soul and brought him to you, never to be parted again.

“have you remained only mine angel?” he asks low against your lips, with an urgency that tells you he needs you to tell him. he gives you the chance, lifting up further up on his waist and stepping away from the door, latching his lips on the base of your neck, nibbling and sucking on your supple skin.

you’re quick to nod, your words following after he has you on the bed and is on top of you, not letting an inch between your bodies. “only ever yours,” you promise and you mean it whole heartily. there could never be anyone but him in your bed or in your heart.

“only mine,” he echoes, the words vibrating through his chest and then his teeth are sinking deeper into your flesh. you hold back a cry, feeling your body break out in goosebumps as you writhe underneath his broad frame, trying to keep quiet. he shifts and presses his hard, clothed cock over your sex, rolling his hips with a soothing lick over the marks of his teeth on your flesh. “all mine.”

the way he strips you of your clothes is such a stark contrast to how he handles your body. the fabric is carelessly ripped and torn in a ravenous fashion, the fibers easily giving way to his strength but when his fingers touch your skin that lay beneath, they’re acutely aware to your fragility compared to what had become of his own body and maps out every change in your own since sephiroth last saw you like this.

he remains completely clothed above you, his pupils the thinnest of slits underneath thick dark lashes that grow heavier with aching hunger the longer he stares at you. a piercing gaze that makes your entire body tremble and burn with heat. a predator gaze. the eyes of your other half that you only saw in your dreams for so long. but your dreams had never been this real. your heart had not beat like this in six years, not even your endless tears could begin to replicate the feelings coursing through you right now and you couldn’t control a single one of them but you didn’t need to when you surrender all of yourself to him.

the pressure of his body against yours once more grounds you, the warmth of his breath and lips on the skin below your ear, his hand that travels down your inner thigh towards where you want him the most making you whimper in a plea for more. at this point you aren’t sure you’ll be able to stop crying but your tears are slower now, your hands tugging at his clothes for purchase or to get them off of him or some mix of them both.

“i’ll show you how real i am darling,” he whispers against you, placing a kiss to the space below the lobe of your ear right as you feel his fingers on your cunt, slowly parting your folds from your entrance to your clit, groaning at the soft and wet feeling of you. “be a good girl for me.”

in all the time you’ve been apart you’ve never forgotten the feeling of him but have never been able to mimic it with your own hands and could not even dream of it with another, let alone follow through with it just to sate your needs. there’s nothing compared to the way he knows your body better than yourself, the intense adoration he shows it and how easily he finds the perfect pressure against your clit that has you clenching around nothing, arching into his chest, and soaking his fingers.

and when he finally sinks two of his digits into you, you have to bite your bottom lip to keep from screaming out. it feels so good, so right, so real. his body lifts from yours, spreading his legs and yours thighs on top of his follow, giving him the perfect view of your glistening cunt. 

“‘s real,” you don’t mean for the words to be spoken out loud despite the fact they echo over and over again in your mind and you say them so quietly he might not have heard you had he not been so keenly aware of every inch of you.

his other hand comes up to your face, the pads of his thumb soothing below your bottom lip in a gentle caress that coaxes your jaw to slacken and hear the your sweet noises as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your tight hole, curling them when they’re buried knuckles deep inside of you.

“i’m real,” he confirms, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

your hands hold onto his muscular arms, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his skin with every lewd squelch from between your legs each time he pulls his fingers away and pushes back into you with skilled movements until you’re coming so quick, so hard, around his fingers. he massages that perfect spot inside of you that has you seeing stars behind your closed eyes, his thumb pressing against you clit in time with his movements and your orgasm rocks your body, adding to your tears that he begins wipes with his hand on your face as he watches you break around him, feeling himself growing impossibly harder behind the confines of his pants at how beautiful you are. 

his chest is full of the anguish and relief of all these years without you, what he thought he had lost that only drove him to further madness but that was here before him now, that he would never be let out of his grasp again. 

a whimper escapes your lips when he leaves you so very empty with the withdrawal of his fingers but you can’t bear to take your hands off of him. you need to feel more of him, all of him, and don’t stop your pitiful movements that pull at his clothes, shaking and needy. you can’t hold onto him tight enough but it doesn’t bother him, he doesn’t make you stop, and his much steadier hands help you take off all of his clothes, revealing every last bit of porcelain skin that you thought you would never see or touch again and the silken strands of hair that tickle your skin nearly everywhere your hands roam.

settling between your legs, he helps you stroke his cock in languid movements, his larger hand enveloping your own, mako filled eyes entirely focused on you, slitted pupils blown wide taking in the sweet divine bliss on the beautiful features of your face, the delicate curve of your breasts with every deep breath you try to take, the sticky slickness of your pussy that makes his hands on you tremble in held back strength and makes his mouth water. 

“spread your legs for me,” he instructs, his free hand supporting your leg helping you move as he wishes. “spread them wider,” his voice falls deeper, your legs shake but not from the stretch. you do as he says and you let go of his big cock to reach your hands up around his neck to bring him down to your lips. his hair falls around you like streaks of moonlight, bringing you back to the place you always belonged and the softness of his lips on yours, the pressure of his leaking tip at your entrance, all reminding you how real this is. “just like that sweet girl.”

the thickness of him stretches you in a lovely ache that you only want more of and he takes it slow sinking into your tight walls until he’s buried to the hilt, all while kissing so passionately to muffle your shared moans, to feel and claim all of you that he could. his strong grip keeps you still, at the mercy of his movements. even when his hands travel from your hips to your legs while he begins to pull out of you just to sink back in with a powerful thrust, they have you at sephiroths will and you easily give it to him.

grabbing onto the fat of your thighs, relishing in the feeling of you in his hands once more, so pliant and desperate, he pushes your legs to your chest, spreading them wide, and sets a deep and brutal pace when he gives into everything he’s feeling that's only amplified by taking you like this. 

at this angle he’s so deep, fucking you into the matress, and with how unchecked his power is, you don’t doubt you’ll have bruises where his hands hold you open for him but you want the proof that he’s yours again. that you won’t wake up to and he’ll be gone. you hold onto him with just as much fervor, your grip moves from his arms and bury in the thickness of his hair, tugging at the roots with every time you feel so full of him, so close to your release again already, and it only seems to spur him on more.

the bed posts move along the ground in time with his thrusts and when it’s somehow still not enough of you, his chest meets yours, his arms barely holding the majority of his weight over you that has you folded in half, whimpering underneath him with every jolt of his hips inside of you, the slap of his heavy balls against your ass joining your quieted cries of his name and his heavy breaths, his sweet praises. 

“you’re taking me so well - ngh, fuck,” you clench around him, greedily sucking him back in when he’s pulling away from you. “my good girl.”

“‘m so close,” the words are breathless, barely there when they escape past your lips and the heat of them soaks into his own that can’t stop kissing you, delving his tongue into your mouth and tasting you again and again.

“i know,” his voice is octaves deeper, sensual in a way that only brings you that much closer. “don’t hold back. cum for me angel,” it feels like a gentle command, even with all the desperation and love behind his words. “need to feel you cum on my cock.”

“ah! s - seph-!” you can’t get out his name before the pressure between your legs bursts like it never has before and when you feel him throbbing inside of you, painting your walls with his seed, it only adds to the ethereal heat that washes over you and leaves you trembling in the drugging, hypnotizing atmosphere of him still hard inside of you, the feel of his body against you, the numbing tingle of your legs as he helps them unfold and settle comfortable around his hips.

he doesn’t stop there. your heart skips far too many beats at the loss of his chest on yours, not knowing where you began and he ended and your hands that try to pull him back to you are too weak to do anything but follow the way he moves you but he soothed you with his lithe fingers caressing your skin as they help you move onto your stomach.

you mewl at the sensation of his cock moving inside of you while he shifts you into this new position. the sticky mess between your legs drips onto the sheets below you but makes it easy to sheathe himself fully inside you with a gentle and small pull of your hips upwards.

most others would be terrified to be in such a vulnerable position with sephiroth but you’re nothing if not pliant and perfect when he plants his hands beside you, leaning down to kiss your neck as he bucks his hips into your sensitive pussy and whispers against your skin before sinking his teeth into your tender flesh again.

“i’m not done with you yet.”

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in the morning you wake up alone but the noise that erupted from somewhere else in the house and caused you to stir eases your heart before your mess of thoughts begins to come back to you. your daughter's giggles and though quiet compared to her own unrestrained shriek of laughter, you could still make out the deep chuckle of sephiroth.

slipping out of bed, you move slowly thanks to the ache in your muscles and between your legs, your steps a bit wobbly with each one you take to dress in something more decent and walk to the door. the more you move, the steadier you become and by the time you make it to the living area, stopping in your tracks to watch your beloved peel an orange for your daughter who talks to him animatedly, it’s a pleasurable hum throughout your body with every movement reminding you of the words he told you last night.

there’s still a lot to consider. a lot of questions to be answered. a lot of healing to be done. maybe you’ll never be back to normal or you'll be stronger than ever. you don’t have any answers, not for yourself or from him but for this morning, you can let yourself hope this will be the start of the dreams you shared with sephiroth since his days in soldier, whatever version of a normal life might be left for your little family.

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Kind of a follow up question to my previous crystal question.. let's say the darling uses up a lot of energy (if she ever gets into a pretty bi fight like an ambush) would the crystal have more energy for the energy the darling used up?

Also an off topic question: would dissidia sephiroth notice the ambush when or if at all happening to the darling?

So it's per crystal that she gets both replenishment and a permanent power boost. And every crystal she consumes becomes a part of her very essence. It's why she is power hungry, literally and figuratively-speaking.

For your other question: Sephiroth would definitely react to an ambush on darling, and he'd counteract it with lightning brutality. Her safety and wellbeing are above all else. Anyone who attempts to harm his precious mother/darling shall be met with despair.

At this point, he's practically attached to her hip because of his reunion instincts and Darling's will. At no point will anything or anyone may separate them.

Consider this aspect of their relationship to be a twisted variant of the Lady and her Knight.

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"My puppet"

This is what I would like to see - Sephiroth kissing Cloud.

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sephiroth bothering cloud again

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well today. I was wondering, what would be the remnants reaction to finding out sephiroth had a (gender neutral) darling that ran away after finding out what he did in nebilheim, and does not support him with Jenova and everything. But Jenova is, for some reason, very fond of darling (and let’s say sephiroth still has feelings for them). Maybe Jenova sends the remnants for darling? I’ll leave the format and the rest up to you! I hope I worded this right lol, tysm!

I think I had done a similar ask about the subject of AC Sephy's Darling not approving of him and his actions here. But anyways, since they belong to Sephiroth, the remnants would be mostly following his whatever his will dictates, even if they think they are acting on their desires.

And you bet they will hunt down Sephiroth's darling to the ends of the earth. They would start their hunt by searching in places where Sephiroth and his darling had very strong ties to... Perhaps a place where they had their first kiss? Their first intimate act? The shattered memories of Sephy and Darling will be their guide in their journey, If Darling has Geostigma, then the search wouldn't be too long since I'm sure that will disease gives away a lot of information to the Remnants.

Lastly, the Remnants would certainly see Sephiroth's darling as a traitor. Like Sephiroth, they cannot fathom why Darling WOULDN'T want to be with them and Mother. Darling is denying the greatest gifts ever granted, and that's not going to sit well with them. So they will take Darling to the reunion, resistance be damned. Mother JENOVA wants everyone in the family to come to it, and Darling is the guest of honor.

And at the reunion, Darling will watch with horror as the remnants merges with a piece of JENOVA, transforming them into the very man hated and fear by all: Sephiroth.

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Knowledge Revenge.

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"Taking a surprise break"

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The best trait you can give a tall and imposing character is "easily flustered." I don't care how many people they've bested in combat, someone cute flirting with them should be enough to make them go

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This is the last birthday photo taken of Shireen before she was assassinated by the IOF nearly a month later:

Happy Birthday to an incredible woman who should still be here. You will always be remembered and forever missed.