Tags and Trigger warnings: Emetophilia, vomiting, motion sickness

Summary: In which, Sephiroth finds himself seasick while on the way to a mission.

Posted to Ao3: July 25th 2021

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Sephiroth was not used to traveling on a boat very often. Frequently whenever he was deployed for a mission that was far outside Midgard's towering city walls he traveled by airship. It was the fastest method of travel after all and the most reliable.

This lack of experience with riding boats was more than likely the main reason for Sephiroth's current condition.

He lay in his quarters on the vessel, closed off from the world with his eyes squeezed tightly shut trying to breathe around the intense dizzying nausea washing over him at the moment.

He'd felt slightly off a few minutes into the trip once the vessel began moving, a light queasiness that began nagging at him. It hadn't been overwhelming or crippling but definitely a noticeable nuisance.

As the day continued as well as the trip that slight queasiness had evolved turning into pure nausea swirling in his gut. His stomach churning angrily in sync with the waves lapping at the ship.

Realizing what was happening to him Sephiroth had retreated to his room, after all, he didn't want to give Dr. Hojo a reason to pick and prod at him with needles as he ran numerous tests.

He just did not have the energy for that today, not that he ever did.

He cracks one eye open to stare at the ceiling above his bed, scowling when the world seemed to sway and tilt sickeningly around him.

He closed his eyes again, taking a deep shuddering breath as he absentmindedly rubbed at his stomach with one hand in some vain attempt to soothe it. Grimacing slightly when he felt it churning beneath his hand, sloshing and writhing as if he'd swallowed a ball of snakes.

He grits his teeth internally cringing when a soft hiccup leaves his mouth, his stomach sloshing like an overfilled glass as the ship lurches violently to the left.

He swallows thickly trying to clear up the sticky excess saliva building up in his mouth, as bile burns at the back of his throat tasting bitter and vaguely sour.

His grip on his stomach tightens when the seemed ship bounce, his stomach gurgling loudly as it hitched slightly beneath his fingertips.

Feeling bile bubbling at the back of his throat as a cold sweat pricks at his skin Sephiroth moves. Propping himself up carefully on his elbows as he leans over the edge of the bed where he'd placed the trash can before laying down.

He just wants this to end, but a part of him already knows that even if he does throw up, his misery will not end until he leaves the ship.

Using one hand to prop himself up the other reaches back, gathering his hair away from his face as he opens his mouth in anticipation.

He allows the near river of drool building up in his mouth to drip into the trash can, a low wet hiccup leaves his mouth followed by a loud burp as a metallic almost coppery taste coats his mouth threads of saliva dripping into the trash can.

He feels his stomach slosh inside of him, a low almost ominous gurgling coming from it as the ship sways dizzyingly before his eyes leaving him feeling light-headed and trembling slightly.

He squeezes his eyes shut as another hiccup leaves his mouth only to be interrupted as a gurgling burp brings a thick wave of vomit up with it.

It's thick and slightly watery, as his dinner that had been sitting in his stomach like a rock refusing to disgust mixes with the acidic bile.

The disgustingly bitter taste coats the inside of his mouth, the slimy oatmeal-like texture combined with the tilting of the ship beneath him has him gagging wetly over the trash can.

He retches, the noise strangled and wet as another loud burp gurgles out of him bringing another thick wave of vomit with it.

It's thick, practically congealing into a pile as it falls from his lips and into the trash can, the plastic bag inside crinkling under its weight.

He coughs, gasping as his stomach continues gurgling angrily, its contents practically swirling in time with the ocean's swaying waves as intense nausea continues to grip him.

He opens his eyes slightly only to squeeze them shut once more when he sees the sickening slurry sloshing in the trash can as the ship sways.

This was completely and utterly humiliating and unsightly as well, Sephiroth can only be thankful this disgusting display was happening in the comfort of his own room rather than say the deck of the ship or the dining hall.

A low groan leaves his mouth followed by a sick burp as more bile begins creeping up the back of his throat.

Threads of drool dangled from his lips as he pants, curling in on himself slightly as his stomach gurgled and bubbled feeling as though its contents were boiling inside of him.

Another wet hiccup jostled out of him, a thick wave of vomit cascading into the trash can as his body violently lurched forward, his stomach practically convulsing.

His retching tapers gradually tapers off leaving him gagging over the trash can, drool dripping from his lips.

Panting and hiccuping softly he sits back releasing his hair as he lays a hand on his still gurgling stomach, he wipes his mouth shakily with the back of his hand as he settles back into his bed.

He is still incredibly nauseous but no longer feels like every breath is about to make him start gagging.

Sephiroth feels drained in every sense of the word and so all he can do is lay there in bed, one hand rubbing at his stomach in some desperate attempt to soothe it as the ship continues to sway and tilt beneath him.