Final fantasy 7 x reader

Blood lust (Young Sephiroth x reader)

Sephiroth's vision blurred with the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The battle raged on, the cacophony of clashing swords echoing in the air. Amidst the chaos, a figure caught his eye. The sight of her momentarily disoriented him.

The rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm him, but he couldn't afford to slow down. His instincts screamed at him: attack. Without a second thought, Sephiroth lunged, the edge of his sword slicing through the air. A flash of silver, and the blade met its target.

Sephiroth's breath hitched, his heart hammering in his chest, as he gazed down at (Y/n). The realization came crashing down upon him like a boulder.

Everything moved in slow motion, each moment stretching out like an eternity. Pain radiated from the wound, filling (Y/n) with a sense of disbelief.

As Sephiroth stood before her, a mix of shock and confusion spread across her face. She felt a lump form in her throat, her words caught in her chest. Her mind struggled to comprehend the reality of the situation.

"Sephiroth," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Sephiroth's eyes widened in horror as the realization of his mistake fully sank in. The sword slipped from his trembling grasp, clattering to the floor as he stared at the blood seeping from (Y/n)'s wound.

He stumbled back, his legs giving out from under him as he collapsed to his knees. A strangled cry tore from his throat, a sound of anguish and despair. "No...no, no, no..." he repeated, shaking his head in denial. "(Y/n), I...I didn't mean to...I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Sephiroth's hands hovered over the wound, afraid to touch her, afraid to make it worse. Tears streamed down his face, cutting through the grime and blood. His mind raced, trying to find a way to fix this, to make it right.

But deep down, he knew there was no fixing this. No taking back what he had done. The weight of his actions crashed down upon him, crushing him under the guilt and shame.

The pain in her stomach flared with each passing second, but the sight of Sephiroth's anguish cut deeper than a thousand blades. His trembling hands hovered over her wound, hesitation and fear etched into every line of his face.

(Y/n) wanted to reach out and comfort him, but her own strength was failing her. She managed a weak smile, her voice little more than a whisper.

"Sephiroth," she said, her voice strained. "It's alright. I...I know it was an accident.."

Sephiroth's breath hitched, a sob escaping his throat at (Y/n)'s words. He shook his head, his silver hair falling into his eyes as he blinked back tears.

"No, it's not alright," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "I...I hurt you.. How can that ever be alright?"

He reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed against her wound. He couldn't bear to see the pain in her eyes, the hurt he had caused.

(Y/n) bit her lip, wincing in pain as Sephiroth's fingers touched the wound. She could feel the blood seeping out, staining her shirt, warm and sticky against her skin. The realization of the severity of her injury settled upon her, but she refused to let fear take hold. But she felt so, so tired.

"Sephiroth," she murmured, her voice weakening. "I-I don't feel good..."

Sephiroth's heart clenched, a cold dread washing over him at the weakness in (Y/n)'s voice. He leaned in closer, his eyes wide and filled with a desperate need to help.

His hands shook violently. "No, no, don't say that," he pleaded, his voice cracking.

He looked around frantically, searching for something, anything, that could help. His gaze fell upon a nearby table, a first aid kit sitting on top. With a sudden burst of strength, he lunged for it, rummaging through the contents.