#drabble: fwc

[bardic-tales]

Bianca: "I was married to a man who died 10 minutes before I met my current husband, who then went insane, burned down a village, and now we’re trying to cause an extinction event together."

Therapist: "And how does that make you feel?"

Bianca: "Amazing. Wait. What are you writing down?"

[27dragons]

I was tagged by the amazing @rebelmeg

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, most kudos, most comments, most bookmarks, most words, and least words.

Ooh, fun! Okay. A lot of these are going to overlap, I suspect, so I'll pull the first fic on each list that hasn't already been shared. Also, since most of my most popular fics were co-written with tisfan, I'll do two fics for each category, one for solo and one for co-written.

Most Hits

Solo: Smaller Without You - Marvel, Steve/Tony, rated T (Soulmate AU)

Co-written: Winter is Coming - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (canon divergent, first in a series)

Most Kudos

Solo: (skipping SWY) The Roommate Situation - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (no-powers AU, Found Family)

Co-written: Safe and (the) Sound - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (no-powers AU, Found Family, first in a series)

Most Comments

Solo: From Winter's Cold - Marvel, Bucky/Steve/Tony, rated E (canon divergent)

Co-written: (skipping SatS and WIC) Forever Home - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (No-powers, Werewolf!Bucky AU, first in a series)

Most Bookmarks

Solo: (skipping SWY and TRS) Murderers and Thieves - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (canon divergent, first in a series)

Co-written: (skipping WIC, SatS, and FH) Lightning in a Bottle - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (fantasy, dragon!Tony AU)

Most Words

Solo: (skipping FWC, M&T, several collections of shorts written for bingos or imaginetonyandbucky, and a LOT of co-written stuff) His Second Suitor - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (A/B/O, no-powers AU)

Co-written: (skipping WIC) Bucky Barnes Got Married - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (no-powers AU, time travel shenanigans)

Fewest Words (skipping drabbles, because there's a bunch of those)

Solo: Crushed - Marvel, Bucky/Steve, rated T (canon divergence, also the first thing I ever posted on AO3)

Co-written: Taste of Regret - Marvel, Clint & Nat, rated T (canon divergence, probably?)

Hm, whomst shall I tag? Let's go with the most recent authors in my AO3 History whose tumblr IDs I know: @delta-pavonis , @holistic-alcoholic , @limerental , @iam93percentstardust , @moorishflower, @softest-punk, and @dsudis

[bardic-tales]

I'm sure you can. I think you would just need to do a new project. But I actually have all my writing and the long fan fiction I'm planning in one doc, so I just need to go into my story bible if I need to look up something. Here is an example of my scrivener project of FWC.

Manuscript is where I store my drabbles, flashfiction, and the long fanfiction I have planned. Front Matter would be your dedication, cover image, etc. Story bible is where you would have your character sheets, notes, etc. For Research and Prompts, this is where I keep important info, such as the Omegaverse stuff I was looking into, as I wanted an AU centered on Seph being an Alpha and Bia being a beta.

Templates is where I store all the character sheets that I want to fill out, as well as folders for chapters and one shots. This is handy since I just right click and select 'add template' under the character folder I want it out for. I tend to be very organized.

@bardic-tales can you make a Scrivener project based purely on your notes for your wips and have your document for the actual full wip saved somewhere else? I kinda wanna do what you've done with Bianca and do character sheets and all that

[bccky]

Unrequited

Pairing: College AU!Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: you realise that you are in love with your best friend, only for him to confess that he loves someone else

Words: 2,830

Warnings: angst, sad reader, late love realisations, fluff at end

@buckybingo : finding each other once again

@star-spangled-bingo : unrequited love

@anyfandomangstbingo : Walking Away

@anyfandomgoesbingo : They're mad at me, i did something stupid

@drysdale-barnes 600 FWC: When he loves me I feel like I'm floating

@saiyanprincessswanie 2.5K FWC: Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. - (Silver Linings Playbook)

A/N: inspired from a drabble I wrote for @justagirlinafandomworld flash fic challenge! Huge thanks to @princessmisery666 for betaing this in such a short time! Inspired by the movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. And to @msmarvelouswinchester for being excited about this when I told her the idea lol Dividers by firefly-graphics

Hope you like reading this Xx

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You loved him.

Gosh, you were so stupid for not realizing it earlier.

You shook your head as you smiled to yourself. You had always considered Bucky to be slightly more than a best friend, but you had never known that this was what was called love.

Someone patted your shoulder from behind and you almost gave yourself a whiplash with how fast you turned, deflating when you realized it was Dot, and not, um - you know, Bucky.

"Woah, hope your neck is okay." She teased, but there was an edge of concern.

You hummed, "I'm fine, what's up?"

"Bucky told me to tell you that he wants to talk to you about something. He'll be at your dorm."

You thanked Dot and picked up your bag before making your way home.

For some reason, you couldn't control the smile on your face.

Okay, no.

You knew the reason why you couldn't stop smiling. You had a feeling that something good was going to happen. The guy wanted to talk to you at the exact time you realized your feelings for him, that meant something, right?

Maybe he felt the same too...

And with that thought, you walked back to your dorm with a skip in your step.

Bucky was right there, sitting on your bed, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shyly looked anywhere but you, his cheeks pink. You opened your mouth to greet him but he spoke first.

"I love you."

You couldn't believe that Bucky was actually saying the three words right as you entered your room. He had probably been practising while he waited for you and maybe just blurted it out. You didn't know what to say - what to think. You were in awe as you stared at him in surprise.

Bucky let out a breathy laugh as he brushed his hands through his hair before finally meeting your eyes. "What do you think she'll say if I tell her that?"

And just like that, eleven words was all it took to bring your whole world crashing down.

Your smile dropped and you couldn't help but ask, "What?"

"Dot - I wanna tell her that I love her." Bucky said as he licked his lips, blushing. "Fuck, I have been saying 'I Love You' to myself for ages, practising, before you even came in."

Tears blurred your eyes but you willed them away, finally understanding what was happening.

"I know that you're shocked, you didn't even yell at me for cursing. Hell, I'm shocked. Who knew a girl like Dot could lock this playboy down." Bucky stood up, hugging you tightly.

It was true, Bucky was known as a love 'em, leave 'em kinda guy throughout college, and you, his best friend from day one of college, was probably the only girl he had talked to for more than a week… well, maybe except Dot.

You returned his hug, wrapping your arms around his neck like always. But this time, something had changed.

Maybe everything had changed.

Bucky pulled away, his own eyes a bit red-rimmed even though you had never seen him smile so brightly.

You couldn't take it anymore, so you turned around on your heels, placed your bag on your desk and started taking out stuff as a distraction.

"You think I should tell her?" He asked in a small voice. You had never thought that Bucky could ever be this shy even a second from all of your time with him.

You nodded, not trusting your voice as you discreetly wiped your tears. You felt him hug you one last time from behind before he muttered, "Wish me luck." and rushed out of your dorm, the door slamming in his wake.

And thus, you were left alone with your thoughts in the quiet that followed.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't cry at all. You had just been through your first heartbreak.

You woke up the next day, sighing when your gaze fell on the mascara stained pillows.

Will it be just as hard to remove the stains as it will be to remove Bucky from your heart?

Was your love even real if he never felt what you did?

Taking a deep breath, you made a call to the only person who you knew would have the answers, trying to rub the tears off your cheeks even though you couldn't stop crying when she picked up.

"Mama, can you die from a broken heart?"

It wasn't hard to distance yourself from him when final exams of your last term were just a week away. You could give him simple excuses like; "I have to study," and he didn't have any other choice but to believe you.

"After exams," Bucky said one morning when you crossed paths on the campus. You tried to walk away, but he had clasped your hand, "You and I are going to spend a whole day together. I miss my best friend."

"Of course," you replied without missing a beat. But you had already planned to leave an hour after your last paper was handed in. Now, the thought of escaping was the only thing that made you happy.

"I'll be waiting for you." Bucky smiled, showing his pearly whites, but then frowned when he saw that your smile didn't reach your eyes. "Did something happen, Y/N?"

"Something did happen, but don't worry about it, you won't understand." You squeezed his hand twice, knowing that it was probably the last time you were going to talk to him, maybe forever.

You would've hugged him, but he knew you well enough to understand it as a confirmation that something was definitely wrong.

So, that was the last time you ever met James Bucky Barnes, memorizing him as a goofy guy with a cheeky smile and blue eyes that shined with life, his white shirt stained with ink and half tucked in.

Well, that was to be expected since you kept your heart tightly bound in so that no one could break it again.

With distance, they say, the heart grows fonder, but yours just kept on getting even more numb.

Everyone around you tried to make you talk it out, but you just shoved your feelings aside and began working harder for your career.

"Bye, Y/N!" Wanda and Natasha yelled as you waved at them for the final time before you boarded your flight to Brooklyn.

You smiled and thanked the flight attendant who directed you to your seat, mentally thanking Natasha for booking you a window one. You settled down, hoping to get some rest on your long haul flight after the hectic week you had.

A lady who seemed to be in her sixties took the middle seat while a man in a blue suit and sunglasses occupied the aisle one.

The moment the man sat down, you could tell that the old lady was on edge. She bounced her foot irately before pushing the 'call' button thrice incessantly.

A young flight attendant immediately rushed to your row, "Hi! What can I help you with?"

The old lady, however, was in no mood of being polite.

"I had booked the aisle seat," She grumbled. "Here's my ticket!"

The flight attendant checked it over, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but it looks like you may have accidentally booked the middle seat."

"That's not possible. I always sit on the aisle seat. You move me right now!" You felt pity for the flight attendant, who obviously wasn't used to such passengers yet.

"If it's fine, she can change seats with me," The man on the aisle seat said.

The flight attendant gratefully nodded, "it's fine sir, but you don't have to-"

"It's fine." The man and the old lady quickly changed seats so that the former was sitting next to you instead.

Now that he was closer, you spared a few seconds to look him over as he typed something in his phone. His jaw was sharp and covered with a small beard that looked professionally trimmed, and his hair dark which complimented his fair skin beautifully.

Not wanting to get caught, you quickly looked away.

The other passengers were still boarding when another flight attendant approached with a clipboard. "Miss Y/L/N." she said politely. “The meal you pre-booked isn’t available, here’s a menu so you can choose something else. I hope that’s okay.”

“Not a problem,” you said, taking the offered menu. She said she would come back shortly and wandered off down the plane.

The man next to you, however, started glancing at you every few minutes or so and you noticed through your peripheral vision.

After all the meals were served and the stranger had glanced at you for the sixth time, you were annoyed. "What's up?"

He was startled, as if he hadn't thought he would get caught. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. Didn't wanna make you uncomfortable." He cleared his throat before continuing. "Are you related to Y/N Y/L/N?"

You had worked really hard for where you were career-wise. You were the editor-in-chief of a popular newspaper, so it wasn't uncommon that your name would be recognized here and there.

But you also didn't have the energy for any such interaction right now.

Playing it safe, you said, "Oh, yes. I'm a distant cousin. Do you know her?"

The man visibly deflated before smiling sadly. "Yeah. We used to be best friends."

Your eyebrows shot up in confusion. "Is that so? What is your name if you don't mind me asking?"

"Bucky Barnes."

There weren't many times that life gave you curveballs. You were proud that you felt ready to face any challenge thrown your way, but this, you never thought would happen.

"Bu… Bucky?"

"Yeah. Has she ever talked about me?" There was that hint of a smile that made your heart stop, and then it began beating erratically when he removed his sunglasses to reveal those baby blues.

"It's me, Bucky. I'm Y/N." You breathed out.

Funnily enough, his reaction was more dramatic than yours. He had brought up a spoonful of mashed potatoes up to his mouth which clattered back onto the plate.

For a moment, you could tell Bucky was at a loss about what to do - wanting to shout at you and hug you at the same time.

Thankfully, he settled for the latter.

"I missed you so much." He said, awkwardly twisting his huge body in the small space between the two rows in the airplane.

You patted his back, smiling as tears sprang to your eyes.

Gosh, you hated Bucky for still having this much effect on you.

"So, what are you doing nowadays?" You asked, wiping your eyes with a tissue after he let you go.

"Took over my dad's business." He replied, to which you raised your eyebrows.

"I thought you didn't want to do that?"

Bucky shrugged, "Times change, I guess. I'm happy doing it now, though."

You hummed, "That's good. I'm an editor-in-chief at -"

"- New York Times, I know." Bucky cringed as he interrupted your sentence, realizing how creepy it must've come across. "Ma reads it, she's really proud of your achievements. She’s collected some of your articles in this cute little scrapbook."

You blushed. "That's really sweet, please thank her for me. Is she well?"

Bucky laughed, "Oh, she's really well. Bex just gave her a granddaughter, I'm on my way home to meet her."

Bex was Bucky's younger sister, who you had really bonded with throughout the four years of college. You felt like you were going to burst with happiness, "Oh my god, are you serious? That's amazing! Do you have pictures?"

He regretfully shook his head, "I would but I accidentally rebooted my phone and all the pictures Bex sent are gone." He bit his lower lip, as if hesitating before he said, "Well, I don't wanna cross any boundaries, but if you're okay with it, you can come over for dinner sometime this week if you're in Brooklyn."

Uh. What were you supposed to say?

It wasn't like you didn't wanna go, you missed Bucky's mom and Bex a lot.

But, on the other hand, Bucky was obviously going to be there, and since you didn't know anything about him now, you weren't sure if you were mentally equipped to deal with anything as well as how awkward it was going to be.

"I'll have to check with my secretary. Why don't you give me your number and I'll text you?" Okay, that was safe, right? You passed your phone to him to put his number in. This way, you didn't have to worry about making anyone upset in case you couldn't go.

Well, more upset than they already must've been with you.

"Hey, Buck?" You asked, almost muttering, "I hope your mom isn't mad at me for, uh, ghosting her..."

Bucky snorted as he passed you your phone back. "Mad at you? Never. She was actually mad at me when we couldn't find you after graduation, convinced that I did something stupid. Managed to make me think so too when you ignored my calls."

"Woah." You didn't know what else to say.

"For what it's worth now, I'm really sorry for whatever I did. I promise I never had any intention of hurting you."

Nothing would ever break your heart more than hearing the crack in Bucky's voice. How could you tell him it was never his fault, it was all you.

The only thing you did was wrap your hands around his arm closest to you, and his other hand instinctively came up to grab yours, only this time, his fingers were dead cold, metallic.

You looked down, taking his hands to inspect them. You gasped as you realised that his left hand wasn't organic.

"What happened, Bucky?"

He shook his head before smiling sadly. "Just a small mishap I had in our factory a few years ago. I'm okay, got used to it now, see!" He moved his fingers in a random pattern, a small whirring sound coming from within, while doing nothing to make you feel less guilty about not being there when he needed you the most.

Bucky could probably tell that too, so he was quick to change the subject. "So, is there anyone special in your life? I remember you saying something about wanting a guy who was like 'when he loves me, I want to feel like I'm floating'." He teased using something you had told him during one very late-night conversation. You were surprised he still remembered it.

"Shut up," You said, pushing him playfully. "But to answer your question, no there's no one special. I fell in love with someone a long time ago and I'm not sure if I can love anyone else." Bucky went silent for a couple of seconds, so you inquired, "What about you? You still with Dot?"

It successfully broke him out of his reverie as he snorted. "Nah, unfortunately something happened and I was too late to realize what I felt for another girl was much stronger than what I felt for Dot, but it was too late then."

"Never knew we were so similar." You humorlessly laughed before looking out of the window, not being able to meet his eyes.

"Yeah." Bucky sighed. "Wish I'd told her at the very least."

"Bucky," You shakily breathed out. His words were resonating in your mind as you gathered courage. What was the worst that could happen? He could just say no or humiliate you.

But even the last possibility was better than this little thing eating away at you forever.

"Yeah?"

"It was you, I loved you back in college and I still do."

Even the old lady on the aisle seat was looking at you in surprise. You, however, felt like a big burden was taken off your shoulders, breathing heavily.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped and you prepared yourself for whatever was going to come.

"Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I could never build up the courage to tell you." The words poured out of Bucky's mouth like they had been waiting there for far too long.

"We're idiots." You said, clasping his cheeks as you both leaned in. "Why didn't you move on?"

"I did try, but no one else was you." He replied, his right hand coming up to caress your jaw as you stared in his blue eyes, drowning in them. "Why didn't you?"

"Because I couldn't find you.," You whispered, only a centimeter between your lips.

"Just kiss!" Came a yell from the other side of Bucky, who turned out to be the old lady.

"Young love, huh?" She said disgustedly, making you laugh.

Bucky smiled, wetting his lips before they finally met yours.

I’d love to hear what you think of it! Please like, reblog and comment to let me know Xx

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Your feedback would mean the world to me ☺

[bardic-tales]

Always scheming something.

Sephiroth: Reality is but a reflection of the unconscious mind. And in these places, the walls between worlds are thin and easy to push through. Soon, Bia, we will live in a place where no force on the Planet can separate us. No fate. No destiny. Only us. Together.

Bianca: What is the place, Seph?

Sephiroth: A world between worlds. A place that exists at the edges of the Lifestream. It's a place of endless possibilities and endless power. We will be alone. Just you and me. But it is not a place we can reach with your human vessel. I will transform you. You will be like me, and then we will go.

tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @whatwedointhecraft @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap @seastarblue

@inkandimpressions

[bardic-tales]

Worlds converge and, ultimately, they split apart again. There has only been one constant: Her. The world outside may have forgotten their past. However, within the confines of their shadowed bedroom and the heated promises against salty flesh, the connections forged in other realms persisted, binding them together in ways those words couldn't aptly express.

tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @whatwedointhecraft @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap @seastarblue

@inkandimpressions

[bardic-tales]

She and Zack would get along so well in this warm up exercise I'm writing.

She looked at a big red button. If anything said 'press me', it was a red button. The button seemed to call out to Bianca. With a little chuckle, she reached out and slammed her hand down on it, pressing it. Then, she watched every containment chamber's door slide open with a groaning hiss.

[bardic-tales]

Yanderoth is something else. Just the way he broke her down in this dreamscape.

“Mother is my beginning; she is my end. But you, Bianca . . ."

Sephiroth paused. His silence was a suffocating presence in the dreamscape. ". . . are everything in between."

His words carried a weight that seemed to distort reality itself, an obsessive declaration of love: a love that bordered on the edge of madness.

"I know your every thought. I feel what you feel. There is no point in hiding. No point in running. Whatever you fear. Whatever secret you hide, I will always know. You're mine."

[bardic-tales]

A little bit of a writing exercise this morning before I start to actually work on what I want to today: Chapter 2 of the Biker AU, 31 days of headcanon, and B&S.

"Tell me why, Jenova's son, I should even entertain such statements?" Bianca cocked her head, looking at him like a bird of prey. Studying him. Her dark hair streamed down her back and over her shoulders while part of it was pulled back into a long ponytail and secured by a thin, ivory ribbon. Strands of purple lost themselves in the black locks. "What can you offer?

"I am a celestial, a being of rebirth and death. Beyond the confines of even the Planet." Bianca tilted her head up. Behind her glossy, bubblegum-colored, plump lips, she smiled: a hint of her fangs appearing. "What can a half human offer me?"

Sephiroth’s expression hardened. His bright eyes narrowed as he regarded Bianca’s dismissive words. He stepped forward. His voice laced with a barely contained intensity.

“You dare question my worth?” He asked, the air around him buzzing with crackling energy. “Is my destiny not enough? I am the One who shall rule the Planet, with Mother’s guidance. You are a celestial, true, but you belong here.”

He extended his hand towards Bianca. “Let us show this world the strength of our union. We shall claim the Promised Land as ours and rule together. With Mother’s help, we will reshape reality itself if we must.” His voice was unwavering. His conviction unshakable.

Sephiroth’s obsession consumed him, driving him to believe that with Bianca by his side, they could overcome even destiny itself. Her presence fueled his dark desires. The two of them entwined in a twisted dance of oppressive love and power.

His gaze never wavered. Their gaze locked. His hand still outstretched towards her. “Join me, Bianca. Embrace me and Mother.”

[bardic-tales]

Sephiroth: summoning Meteor. "This is for you and Mother, my love." Bianca: tearing up "You remembered!" Cloud & Co.: "Are you two serious right now?"

[bardic-tales]

From today's warm up exercise. More of the dreamscape. He just . . . keeps coming.

Possible Trigger Warnings: abuse, captivity, coercion, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, harassment, non-consensual pursuit, obsessive behavior, psychological trauma, stalking, threatening language, and verbal intimidation.

“No, Bianca, you are most certainly my consort, whether you remember our bond or not. I will remind you of our connection, Bia, if I must. And if it comes to violence, I will not hesitate to put you in your place. You belong to me.”

"You're insane!" Like a frightened deer, Bianca sprinted away. She cried out, "I'll never belong to you. Never again."

He rose to his feet. His gaze never left her as she ran. A sinister smile crept across his face. He knew where she was going: her haven, the place where she thought she would be safe. But Sephiroth had a way of finding her, no matter how far she ran across their shared dreamscape. It was merely a game to him, a tantalizing chase that only heightened the thrill of his eventual conquest.

“Insanity?” he called after her. His voice echoed in the neverending darkness. “No, Bianca. There is method to my madness. You shall understand. In time.”

And so, Sephiroth followed her at a leisurely pace, his long strides carrying him effortlessly as he pursued her through the darkness. He could have caught up to her easily, but he wanted to draw out the chase. He wanted to let her think she was getting away.

“Tell me, little bird,” Sephiroth added, as if they were chatting over a cup of tea instead of engaging in a deadly dance, “Is it the idea of being bound to me that frightens you? Or is it the thought that you might actually enjoy it?”

[bardic-tales]

Things were getting a little dramatic in this fluffy RP that I was participating in. Sephiroth is played by Mr. Bardic-Tales who loves to be my fandom writing buddy. Wonder what he was angling at.

As for Seph himself, he just doesn't understand what to do with Bianca.

"All I want is one weekend with the man I love. I want to play in the waves, see what Costa del Sol has to offer me, eat good food, and come back to our beach house and . . . " Bianca lifted a slim eyebrow as a slow smirk spread across her pale visage. "You are right," Sephiroth sighed. "No more talk of doomsday or destruction. Simply, just us and whatever adventure lays ahead of us at the beach. "Besides," he continued as he walked to their wardrobe and pulled out two suitcases, "the thought of a bikini-clad Bianca riding on my shoulders into the waves is quite tempting in its own way."

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Timeline Nonsense

"You will never be hurt again. You are mine, Bianca. I will protect you always, from anything and anyone. Even from the past."

As he spoke those words, the Black Whispers swirled around him. It was the only indication that he was going to mess with her own timeline now: his wasn't enough. He had every intention to change her past: to protect her from the experiments by Professor Hojo and Ravenscroft, from Krista, and from her father Asmodeus. Five years ago, before the madness overshadowed his rational thought and he was lost to her, he promised to protect her from everything: even the sky if it fell down. This was his obsessive way of protecting her.

She reached within the mass of writhing black cloaked spirits with those shiny black orbs set inside their faceless darkness. Dust dripped off of them as they swayed and glided around him. Bianca touched Sephiroth, as he started to lift into the air.

"No," Bianca rasped out, as she rose up with him. "Don't do this, Sephiroth. Without those experiences, I would be a new person and not me. My past makes up who I am. I would not be Bianca Moore without it. Broken or not. For better or worse."

tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @whatwedointhecraft @serenofroses @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap @asirensrage

@seastarblue

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Wrote this last night.

"Let me help you." His hands moved to the small of her back, and he pulled her closer, pressing her body against his own. He whispered into her ear, his voice a low, soothing purr. “Close your eyes, my sweet Bianca, and allow me to carry you away from all that troubles you. Sleep and dream, and I shall be here to protect you from anything that may threaten your peace. Do you trust me?”

"Always."

Sephiroth couldn't bite back a small, contented purr at her answer. His face still hovered above Bianca's, and his eyes gleamed with a faint, ethereal glow as he continued to hold her close.

“Good. Very good. Rest now. Let me be the sentinel of your dreams. And when you awaken, I will be here still, watching over you with the promise of a new day.” He closed his eyes and placed a gentle kiss on Bianca's forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he rested his head upon hers.

He breathed a sigh as his fingers traced over the curve of Bianca's cheek, a soft smile on his face as he watched her drift to sleep. "I love you, Bianca. Always." His voice was as tender as a caress, a promise that his devotion would remain steadfast throughout the nights yet to come.

As he continued to cradle his consort in his arms, he watched over her with eyes that burned with the intensity of his love and the fierce resolve that had become the defining force of his existence.

[bardic-tales]

Angst Warm-up

I like to write drabbles before I start to work on anything. The drabbles have to be set in the WIP that I am currently writing. Here is today's.

Content Warning: captive, hallucinations, infusion, madness, manipulation, trauma, vivisection

Bianca looked up at him. Her gaze softened. Her indigo eyes were wet and glossy, as tears clung to her eyelashes. "Sephiroth, I - I- They didn't take me away from you. I was held captive. I screamed for you. And then, with the first infusion of the Jenova cells, I - I saw you. Standing behind the scientists, behind the glass windows. I cried out for you over and over again but you didn't come for me.

"I don't know if it were hallucinations from the pain, as they vivisected me. You were lost to the Lifestream, as it had only been three months since the Nibelheim Incident when Hojo finally infused me with your mother's and your cells. You not yet learned how to manipulate and manifest into the copies. But it broke me.

"I can't stay with you. Not after everything. I am broken, Sephiroth. Broken in ways that even you cannot fix."

"No," he whispered, his voice raw and desperate. He brushed a tear away. "No, you are not broken, Bianca. You are mine. Mine by fate.

"Nothing and no one can take you away from me: not Shinra, not the Planet. Not Asmodeus." His eyes were feverishly bright green now, as his madness crept into their bond, seeping like black tendrils wrapping around their soul-link. "Not even you."

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[bardic-tales]

When your boyfriend is socially challenged:

Sephiroth: "I suppose that, in a way, boredom is the absence of stimulation. But we have each other, Mother, and our destiny. Is that not enough?" Bianca: "No. You sparred in SOLDIER to keep from being bored, yes? It's the same for me." Sephiroth: “Ah.” Underneath his steady gaze, Sephiroth’s thoughts raced, attempting to find a solution to Bianca’s malaise. “I see,” he noted quietly, acknowledging her feelings for a moment. Then, with a swift motion, he summoned Masamune, the silver and black Ōdachi. “I understand, Bia,” he said with a small nod, the sword in his hands seemingly weightless, a mere extension of his being. “If a spar is what you desire, a spar is what you shall have.” Bianca: "No, Sephiroth. I meant like a walk."