#drabble: fwc: ff

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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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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."

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In Kingdom Hearts. Hm. Wonder who is in charge of who. 🤣

Bianca: Remember the ground rules. Don't miam or kill Mickey, Donald, or Sora. Best behavior, Meteor Man.

Sephiroth: Don't maim or kill the mouse, the duck, or the spiky-haired kid. And yes, I will maintain my 'best behavior,' for you. But you'd be surprised how often that can be a challenge.

Bianca: Sighs. Sephiroth . . .

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Sephiroth: “Mhmm. Just imagine, a world with a little Sephiroth running around, causing chaos. That is, as long as the child isn’t also as short as you.” A smile dances across his lips.

Bianca: "Excuse me, hubby? As 'short' as me?" She put her hands on her hips and looked up at him, trying to scowl in all of her five foot glory. The corners of her mouth twitched as she held in her laugh. "Well, you're the awkward one in this relationship, tall-ass."

Sephiroth: “Oh, my little bird, I may be awkward, but at least I can reach the top shelf without a boost or flying to reach it. You, on the other hand, need a ladder just to see the cereal box."

Bianca:

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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.

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Sephiroth: "A Promised Land across all the universes. An omniverse where I am your king and your god. It sounds tempting, Bia. I'll accept on one condition."

Bianca: "Hm?"

Sephiroth: "You must grant me the power to do so. I will take the Promised Land of this world and reshape it as our new home, my realm. But you, Bia, you will give me the power to conquer all the universes and rule them as their supreme deity."

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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."

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Sometimes I like to explore an enemies to lovers trope with them, but this would happen in their dreamscape.

possible trigger warnings: Abuse dynamics, Coercion, Dark romance, Dubious consent, Manipulation, Power imbalance, Psychological abuse, Sexual content

Leaning in, she licked against his neck, trembling as his fingers curled around her belt. "I hate you."

Sephiroth's eyes fluttered shut at her touch, and his grip on her tightened. "Hate," he murmured, his voice laced with pleasure. "Such a strong emotion."

His hands moved to explore her body, tracing the curves beneath her leathers. He leaned in. His lips were just a breath away from hers.

"But even your hatred, Bia, can be twisted, can't it?" His eyes opened, blazing green, and met hers. "I'm going to make you love me just as much as you hate me. Even if it breaks you."

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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.”

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Bianca When Someone Questions Her Devotion to Sephiroth

Random Person: "Why are you so obsessed with him?" Bianca: "Because I am his cosmic horror eldritch consort, hotter than Mother, and we are soul-linked in apocalyptic matrimony. Next question, please."

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Bianca’s Weaknesses in a Nutshell

Enemy: pulls out a scalpel Bianca: instant PTSD panic attack "NOPE NOPE NO—" Enemy: shows up with an entire army Bianca: "Lol, okay, time to massacre."

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As my husband has the day off today, that means I'm taking a break from working on Blood & Stardust. But these two are never far from my mind.

Sephiroth caught her in his arms. His strong hold cradled her protectively against his chest. The wind whipped around them, carrying away the last of the lingering miasma.

With a deep, reassuring sigh, he began descending the rocky incline, careful to navigate the treacherous terrain. His strides were sure and purposeful. Every movement carried an air of quiet confidence. The wind rustled their hair and clothing. The grayish-silver strands blended with her ebony locks, like tinsel sparkling in darkness.

“You must learn to temper your power," he whispered softly, the sound barely audible over the wailing wind of the North Crater. Her indigo and black feathers floated down around them like snowfall. "I cannot always be here to catch you."

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Cloud Trying to Reason with Bianca

Cloud: "You don’t have to follow Sephiroth into madness!" Bianca: "Bold of you to assume I wasn’t already here first."