Final fantasy 7 x reader

Sephiroth followed alongside Angeal and Genesis, reluctantly choosing to join them for a drink tonight. Angeal suggested Sephiroth have a few to relax, but Genesis kept offering him drink after drink, Sephiroth knew he couldn't handle his alcohol well, as he rarely drank.

Despite his reservations, Genesis continued to insist Sephiroth drink more, slipping him one too many drinks in the process. Sephiroth felt the effects of the alcohol almost immediately. His head felt hazy as though the liquor had gone straight to his brain, and he was quite dizzy. Genesis and Angeal laughed at the sight of Sephiroth's sudden shift in demeanor, but he didn't let their teasing faze him.

With Sephiroth now intoxicated, Angeal and Genesis brought him to (Y/n)'s apartment, leaving him in front of the door, ringing the doorbell before departing.

(Y/n) had been in the process of watching a movie when she heard a knock at the door. She paused the movie with a sigh and got up to answer, not expecting who was at the door.

As she opened the door, she was met with the sight of Sephiroth drunk.

Upon seeing (Y/n), Sephiroth's heart skipped a beat. His intoxicated state caused him to slur his words slightly as he spoke. "(Y/n)... I m-missed you. Can I come in?" His normally stoic expression had softened, replaced by a playful smile. He swayed a bit on his feet, trying to maintain his balance while leaning against the door frame for support.

(Y/n) quickly stepped forward, supporting Sephiroth as he stumbled. Seeing him like this, drunk and vulnerable, was a side of him she had never seen before. She looked at him with a mixture of concern and interest.

"You're... drunk," she said, guiding him into her apartment. "What am I going to do with you?" She shook her head in amusement.

Sephiroth allowed (Y/n) to guide him inside, stumbling a bit as he walked. Once inside, he turned to face her, his cyan eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that seemed to burn through the haze of alcohol. He reached out to gently caress her cheek, his touch surprisingly tender despite his intoxicated state.

"You can do whatever you want with me, (Y/n)," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I'm all yours." His gaze drifted down to her lips before meeting her eyes again, a mischievous glint in his own. "Maybe you could help me sober up... or not." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin.

(Y/n) couldn't help but chuckle as Sephiroth stumbled into her apartment. His drunken antics were both adorable and amusing to her. As he caressed her cheek, she playfully batted his hand away, though not doing it harshly.

"You're a mess," she teased, leading him to the sofa and seating him down. She looked at him with both amusement and concern.

"You really should know your limits by now," she chided, shaking her head. "But I suppose I'll have to sober you up a bit. No funny business, got it?"

Sephiroth plopped down onto the sofa, sprawling out comfortably. He watched (Y/n) with a lazy, unfocused gaze, a small smirk playing on his lips at her chiding tone. "No funny business... unless you want there to be," he quipped back, his words slightly slurred. He tried to sit up straighter, but ended up slouching back against the cushions instead.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes at Sephiroth's suggestive tone. She couldn't deny that he looked rather cute in this drunken state, but she wasn't going to let herself be distracted.

"No, there won't be any funny business," she reaffirmed firmly, moving closer to him, her fingers gently brushing his silvery hair away from his face.

Sephiroth's eyes fluttered closed as (Y/n) brushed his hair away from his face. The gentle touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he found himself leaning into her hand, seeking more of her comforting touch. His eyes opened slowly, and he gazed up at her with a look of pure adoration in his cyan eyes.