Chefiroth

Chefiroth

“Did you get enough love, my little dove?

Why do you cry?

And I’m sorry I left, but it was for the best,

Though it never felt right…

My little Versailles…”

I’d just like to remind y’all that Sephiroth says the words “take care” in Crisis Core. Like, 1/25 teachers I’ve had in my school career have ever said that! He also specifically informs Zack that the clones are attacking the slums, evidently knowing that he would want to protect Aerith *gross tissue noises*. Sephiroth’s morality is underrated. Despite everything that we can piece together about his childhood/his upbringing by Hojo, he still does everything he can to spare the lives of his deserter friends and to aid Zack when needed. He genuinely is (was…) a good person, which makes Nibelheim just STING to me (I couldn’t tell you why I care more about the murderer than the child who was shaken into PTSD, except I absolutely could). I love you, you adorable Oreo warriiioorrrr! 🥺

Such a sweetheart, and such a precious thing before mommy got involved. I beg every night that Seph’ll get a redemption in the Remake… just god, give me the Sephiroth I love back!! 🥺

Give us a part two or the bear gets it

Sephiroth request please~~~

I’ve always found him super cool in Crisis Core. Like omg Zack literally treats him like an older brother-ish it’s so cute!!!

His fall from grace was pretty heart braking. Could you write him surviving the downfall and later finding out the real truth of his origins with the reader by his side?

Thanks so much☺️

I may have got a little bit carried away with this one. I desperately need more Zack and Seph too. The crisis core reunion can’t come soon enough! Hope you enjoy 🌸

Seeking The Truth

“I trusted you!” Zack cried, leaping forward into a hail of attacks.

Sephiroth swiftly blocked each offensive manoeuvre, masamune’s sharp edge sliding against the blunted blade of the buster sword. The fierce crashes of steal reverberated and sparks collided. He wielded his burning blade with every ounce of strength he possessed, but Zack endured, taking each strike and bludgeoning blow like it was nothing. However you knew that there was only so long he could keep it up for. Sephiroth was a vicious foe; his strength unmatched.

The strident battle between the two soldiers continued on. Their figures and movements fading in and out of your blurred vision. You lay sprawled out against the ground, unresponsive, the pooled splatters of blood drying upon your skin. Your sight was hazy, your body weak and injured. The oppressive atmosphere within the Nibelheim Mako reactor stifling your slow, shallow breaths. Slowly rolling onto your side, struggling in pain, you pushed yourself up from the cold metal floor. Your clothing threadbare and torn. You winced clasping at the weeping laceration upon the side of your arm. Everything felt so wrong, so unreal.

Sephiroth’s sickly paled complexion was a discernible sign of his hysteria. A mania taken shape from the culmination of secrets and unspoken truths that Shinra concealed within their clutches for many years. For days he had spent lingering within the dusty library of that forsaken mansion. Wasting away. The lifeless spaces between each tattered book, hour upon hour staring at the dreary pages, spiralling into delusional daydreams. It was a sickness that plagued him, or at least that’s what you thought. What began with a search for answers of his mother’s name soon became a deepened obsession with reclaiming a nonsensical birth right. Jenova; a deprived evil that had sunk it’s sharp, callous claws within him and was refusing to let go. It must have hungered for years, now feasting upon his sanity, ruthlessly fixated on consuming everything that he was. Contorted and controlling. He would ruthlessly crush anyone who stood in his way. He felt no remorse. He simply yearned for power.

You clambered to your feet. Unstably swaying side to side, struggling to lift the weight of your broken sword. Yet you had to intervene. You could not bear to witness the needless conflict for a second more.

“Y/N, what are you doing? Stay back.” Zack insisted, concerned for your safety.

“No! I can’t let you kill him!”

You drew your sword down between their weapons, interrupting their duel. The force of their overwhelming strength almost pushing you back. With all your might you held your ground dividing them apart.

“He’s not the same person we once knew.” Zack urged.

“It’s not him I know! But he’s still in there!”

Sephiroth chuckled sinisterly under his breath. “Pitiful. You dare try to stand in my way?”

“Sephiroth please, remember who you are!” You pleaded.

“I know who I am… I have been chosen to rule this planet!” His voice a course mutter.

“You can still fight this!” You cried, tears lining your cheeks.

“Your deception will not have me fooled!”

With a brusque slash of his sword, it emitted an omnidirectional burst, knocking Zack to the ground. His malicious intent and resentment turned towards you. Hitting your weapon from out of your grasp he edged forward, his masculine frame towering over you. He leaned down to your level, his gaze narrowed, and his brows tapered into a severe scowl. His eyes almost penetrating straight through you. He wrapped his hand around your neck, his fingernails tightly sinking into your skin. You were unarmed and terrified, however you did not resist.

“Sephiroth! No!” Zack shrieked.

You did not truly know if he was still in there, or if he would ever recover. But you had to try. You could not let him fall into the abyss and let the malignant evil possess him. As the pressure around your neck tightened you quickly forced your aching lips upon his. It was a considerable risk but it was a last resort.

The loud clatter of his sword hitting the ground echoed throughout the room. You felt as his grip around your neck loosened and his hand slowly shifted to touch the side of your jaw. His body relaxed as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Your lips slowly parted, Sephiroth’s breath heavy against your cheek.

“Come back to me.” Your voice a breathless whisper.

As you pulled away you noticed how his eyes had softened, his scowl now replaced by a melancholic look of love and devotion.

“Forgive me...” He whimpered, falling to his knees. “I cannot protect you from myself.”

He buried his head in his hands, his fingers clawed tightly within his silver locks.

“I’m just glad you came back to us.” You consoled, crouching down to wrap your arms around his quivering body.

“But what I’ve done… is unforgivable.” He cried.

“That wasn’t you.”

Zack stumbled to his feet, positioning the buster sword onto his back. His shoulders slunk forward from weariness but his face was that of genuine relief. He approached Sephiroth’s side, placing a consoling hand upon his shoulder.

“Glad you’re back man.”

“Zack… I apologise.”

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Over the course of a few days, you and Zack had kept a close watch over Sephiroth. He was sane but his mind was still clouded by what had happened. Wracked with guilt for taking innocent lives and hurting those he cared about. The only way forward for him now was finding out the truth of his creation. There was no way he could go back to his sheltered life, living in darkness, blindly unaware of who he was. He needed closure. However the one person who could provide the answers he desperately needed was Hojo. It was obvious he was the catalyst behind the crisis. Pulling the strings all along.

After the incident, it took no time at all for Shinra to send in a cleanup team to Nibelheim. The three of you waited for the squad to approach. As expected the callous Professor would be the first to investigate. You cleverly managed to corner Hojo at the mansion, luring him away from the mass number of Shinra infantry and shock troopers.

Sephiroth angrily approached the feeble old man, catching him off guard and pushing him up against a nearby bookshelf. His hand clenched firmly, holding him in place by the collar of his shirt.

“You knew… this whole time you knew.” Sephiroth spoke, his voice teeming with venom and hatred.

“I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to realise, boy.” Hojo replied seemingly unfazed by his intimidation tactic.

“Ever since I was a child I knew that I was not like the others. That I was a special existence. But this time you will tell me everything!” He released him from his firm grasp in hope that he would reveal to him everything he had sought all his life.

“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” The professor folded his arms, smugly rolling his eyes.

“Don’t test me!” Sephiroth roared. He stepped back, pointing the tip of his blade up towards Hojo’s chin.

“My boy, you are my greatest creation. You carry pure cells of Jenova, untainted by human DNA. A superior specimen.”

“What is Jenova?!” Sephiroth asked in a demanding tone.

“An unknown variable, or an excavated being to be precise. We originally thought it it to be a Cetra, but it turns out it’s something much more. I’ve dedicated my life’s research into finding out.”

His deranged ambition sickened you to your stomach. His maniacal words only enraged and perturbed you further.

“So you decided to experiment on your own child, for the sake of science?” You shook your head, furrowing your brows. “You twisted piece of shit!”

“Who is my true mother?” Sephiroth pressed the blade closer to Hojo’s scrawny neck, growing impatient when he refused to respond. “Answer me!”

“Lucrecia Crescent. A shame really. The woman had such potential, but alas her short sightedness was eventually her undoing.”

“You manipulative bastard! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t strike you down from where you stand?!”

Masamune glistened with seething flames as his anger intensified. His right hand latched onto the hilt as he readied his stance to attack.

“Sephiroth, he’s not worth it!” Zack cried, intervening by grabbing onto his arm pulling him back.

“You’re not a murderer.” You said softly.

Sephiroth tilted his gaze towards the floor. “No I’m not.”

The blue flames dissipated into nothing, his brow twitched as he lowered his blade.

“Leave. I never want to see your face again.” He said lowly.

Hojo readjusted his glasses and shirt before sauntering off, a cynical but sly look upon his face. It brought you great relief to see the back of that horrid man. You knew however that you were not out of the fire yet. Shinra would do all they could to track the three of you down. They would no doubt hunt you to the ends of the planet.

“Are you okay?” You asked, placing a gentle hand to the side of Sephiroth’s cheek.

“I can’t stay here.” He placed his hand atop of yours. His fingers carefully interlinking with your own. “I… want to find my mother.”

“We’ll find her.”

“You shouldn’t follow me.” He demanded. “Stay with Zack.”

You knew he only wanted to protect you, but there was no way you could be apart from him. The thought of never seeing him again had you grief-stricken.

“No, I’m not leaving you!” You protested, your hands ardently latching onto the straps upon his chest. “You’re not in this alone Sephiroth; we’re in this together.”

“But I…”

“I’m with you always… until the very end.”

He gazed down at you with a look of heartfelt adoration. His love for you was unrivalled.

“Until the end.”