sephiroth x reader smut

sephiroth x reader

note: i've never actually played any of the final fantasy games so don't come for me and the fact that i don't know his backstory </3
note #2: so basically i went a bit overboard with the filler :') go to part two if you want to skip straight to the smut

Sephiroth was never one for idle chat. In fact, he rather hated it- the idea of sitting and blubbering about whatever your mind settled upon was arguably the most grueling thing he could imagine. Why speak at all if you have nothing important to say? The thought plagued him every now and again, when left to his devices.

To say he wasn't the most personable was an understatement; if the unearthly choice of clothes and the pessimistic look of boredom on his face didn't scare anyone off, his impatience most definitely could. The snarl on his face drove away the masses in most places, though it never worked in a place he frequented often: the bar.

What better way to release your pent up frustration with the world than drinking until the morning? Sephiroth was a silent drunk, keeping to himself lest someone act so foolishly as to bump into him stumbling home. He was a loyal enough customer, though, that the fellow locals began to warn newcomers of his brooding presence.

Well, except for you, of course.

It wasn't often that you could expend your time for yourself- with school starting on top of the constant hustle of work, there weren't very many days you could truly have as your own. It was even more rare for your friends to have the same day off, hence the laughter echoing from either side of you.

Your friends had to drag you here- you were never much of a drinker, but college isn't college without a little bit of alcohol, now is it? Too bitter, you'd say, and your friends would add more lemonade to your vodka until you were truly convinced it was just lemonade.

With that being said, your friends thought it'd be fun to get you drunk for the first time now that you had the opportunity to. You've had drinks in the past, but politely sipping at champagne and drinking half of a White Claw wasn't considered wasted to them.

The idea made you a bit anxious, but your worries started to wash away just as what was "just lemonade" loosened you up into a mumbling mess. It got a kick out of some others around you, tapping your friends shoulder and reminding them to give you water between drinks with a chuckle. There was no water given, and at this point you were too far gone to ask for any.

He sat in the corner of the bar, eyeing you with a grimace.

Drunkards were a real pain in the ass, were they not? What a sad life you must live that you feel the need to drink your sorrows away and have a bit fit in public because you're so drunk you can't feel your legs. Sephiroth sulked over this with his lips held tight against his glass(not hypocritical at all), passing looks to the group yukking and laughing over things that didn't make sense to him.

Sometimes the bartender will joke about how Sephiroth knows the regulars more than he does, and to be frank, he's probably right. He recognized two out of the three of the nuisances, eyeing the third in the middle with a look of mild aggravation. Too young to be here, he thinks to himself. It's weird, either he's just getting old or the 21-year-olds just keep looking younger and younger. Both conclusions were not ones he was happy with- he downed the tequila in his glass in hopes it'd fog him up enough to head home. It never did.

Some of the regulars could sense the tension building, glancing between the brooding asshole in the corner and the ones he was staring at; three innocent 20-somethings that didn't deserve the wrath of a lonely middle aged man. Of course, he wasn't desperate enough to go up and beat them relentlessly, but he was most definitely desperate enough to glare as he considered it.