"Little One...perhaps I Can Give You What They Have Deprived Me."

"Little one...perhaps I can give you what they have deprived me."

"But, sir, it seems like you need this more than I do..."

The thought of Sephiroth being comforted by his younger self...

I know.

You're angry. You should be. You're scared. You should be.

This is awful. It's horrifying. It's deeply depressing. Rage. Scream. Mourn the tragedy we know is coming.

But remember this: what we are about to experience is the world our grandmothers and great grandmothers lived in. This is what they fought against.

Remember that they won. Even if the victory was temporary, they still won.

We can win, too. Prepare yourself. Finish your mourning, and get back to the fight. Yes, it's awful that we have to have this same fight. It's frustrating. It's heartbreaking. But now is not the time to surrender to despair.

Now the work begins.

Sephiroth: Make her pussy wet not her eyes. Genesis: Make his dick hard not his life. Cloud: Break her bed not her heart. Zack: Play with her boobs not her feelings. Hecate: Get on his dick not his nerves. Angeal: Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

The gender non confirming urge to write a fantasy romance about being welcomed into a group of powerful hot men and being worshipped as a goddess

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