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bouquet of flowers || scenario - sephiroth

anonymous asked: Hi may I request a really sweet scenario for Sephiroth x reader where Sephiroth tries to cheer reader up and calm her to sleep who was upset at work? Thank you for all your lovely fanfic!!!

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His hand slips into your hair, fingers rubbing soothingly against your skull, coaxing you into sleep. He moves his fingers in circular motions, arm gently moving so he can reach other parts of your scalp. His other hand lays on the top of your head, thumb gently grazing your hairline in controlled swipes, his fingers otherwise motionless. It's deafeningly silent, but he doesn't mind, tries to focus on your gentle breaths. Slowly, your shoulders begin to slump, the tension of the day slowly leaving you, your thoughts returning to happier times, forgetting the trials and terrors the day had brought you. Exhaustion has won this battle, but you don't mind, your eyes sore from crying in Sephiroth's arms when you got home, your throat dry from the hiccuping gulps you as you tried to calm yourself down.

He'd help you close, consoled you with soothing words in a chillingly calm voice, cooing at you until you'd finally stopped crying. With some effort, he urged a coherent explanation out of you, analysed your day for you and debunked any mean and crude comment made towards you. A primal part of him wants to go and seek them out, deal with them appropriately so that they pose no risk of upsetting or hurting you again. But he knows he can't do that, primarily become it will upset you even more, secondly because it's wrong in the eyes of the law.

But he can't deny that if you gave the word, then he'd do as you ask. Dealing with them swiftly, disposing of them carefully, ensuring that not a single trace of them is left in this world. He'll find a way to destroy their soul if he has to, to make sure they won't harm you in another life. He won't let that happen, not if you ask him to.

Unlike him, though, you're good, kind, caring; wouldn't wish death on someone even if they caused your own. And for that, he'll try and stay good too, to make sure yours isn't tainted by his evil. You're asleep now, and he carefully maneuvers you until you're laying on the couch, and he slips out of your quaint apartment, a mental list of things to buy in order to cheer you up when you awake from your well-deserved slumber.

Perhaps the death of your enemies won't bring you joy, but he's certain a bouquet of flower will do.