launczelot du lac

cw: sfw, fluff, mention of human anatomy, physiology jargon, sephiroth may be ooc, gn reader, not proofread, shoddy grammar, the ending is a little weird because i didnt know what to put.

a/n: i wrote this because my back hurts like really really bad but tbh i dont think i should be feeling this way because im still 16 💀

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coming home after a long day out on your feet somehow had left your back feeling sore. as you fumbled with your keys to open up your apartment door, the ache in your back only worsened. you sighed as you turned the knob after unlocking your door, swinging it open and rubbing the back of your neck while stepping inside. the door shut behind you by itself while you went to remove your shoes and amble further into your apartment. choosing to drop onto your couch face-first and unceremoniously, you groaned. your back was killing you. maybe it was from the odd way you had slept last night, or from the shrimp posture you typically adopted when sitting at a desk for hours. whatever it may have been, it festered in your spine, a persistent ache in every vertebrae, caudal to cephalic. you let out a small huff, and attempted to stretch your back out while you rose from the couch. you twisted your back, successfully loosening some of your lumbar vertebrae, and brought your arms behind you and stretched, further opening up your thoracic vertebrae. despite these leaps in your pain management, your cervical, and parts of your upper thoracic spine still ached. you tried stretching for the better half of an hour, finding increasingly more complicated ways to stretch in an effort to feel some relief, yet your efforts remained in vain, your upper back was still killing you. you did the only thing you could do in response to this, and flopped down onto the couch. you opened your phone and chose to mope around, a fine response to your predicament. however, salvation was near, as tonight was one of the few nights that your boyfriend- midgar’s poster boy sephiroth- would visit you. true to your plans, the knob to your door jangled and in came sephiroth, albeit in a more casual look with a face mask and cap in order to avoid being recognized on the way here. he removed both items and let down his hair as he stepped further into your apartment and greeted you. 

“laying down on the couch?” he asked with a slight smile tracing his lips. you could only groan in response.

“seph, god, my back is killing me!” you sat up and allowed him to sit beside you. you turned to him, and leaned into his chest. he met his lips with yours and stroked your thigh up and down, allowing you to bask in his warmth. his long hair tickled your nose since it got all up in your face, especially as he pressed his cheek to yours and rubbed it. you couldnt help but aliken him to a cat in your mind. you thought that if you listened closely enough you might even hear him purr in contentment.

“get up, i think i know how to help you.” he said quietly after a few minutes of cuddling you tightly. you obliged him, quickly seeking the relief you’d spent an hour trying to find. he came behind you and snaked his strong arms near your diaphragm. you could feel his heart against your back, along with the other contours and sinews of his lean muscles. you fought off a small grin, you really lucked out with this one. 

“am i holding you too tight?” he questioned, his warm breath tickling your ear. 

“no, this is fi-ine” you stumbled over your words as he buried his face into your neck and bit it. you could smell his special tsubaki hair mist, so you breathed it in after a long while of not seeing him. the scent was comforting, and undoubtedly him. you scoffed and reached behind you to find a lock of his hair to tug in retaliation as he had a good laugh at your expense.

“couldn’t help myself, sorry.” he laughed into your ear again, before he tightened his hold slightly and lifted you into the air for a few seconds. you were like featherweight to him, his strength often allowed him to roughhouse with you with reckless abandon during your more playful moments. regardless, your back made a very audible cracking noise, letting go of a whole day of tension, and as he set you down, you felt a lot looser than you had five minutes ago. you stretched your back and twisted left and right to test out your newly unkinked spine as he stepped back and appreciated being with you. you turned around to thank your savior and gave him a kiss on the cheek while you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands came to rest on your waist.

“my hero!” you jokingly swooned. he smiled slightly in response to this and touched your forehead to his, staring into your eyes with his own cat-like pupils. he held you for a few minutes, opting to stroke your back where it had been aching prior, allowing you to melt into his arms. he pressed his lips against yours again, then pressed them to your cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, anywhere that you would let him, really.

"do i get a reward?"