#final fantasy vii oc | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

feathersflurry · 5 months ago

Text

Fractal-Chapter 2

SephirothxFem!OC

TW: Our boi (Sephiroth) gets pew pewed, General War Themes, Bullying, Pushy Ex Boyfriend, Unwilling Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Domestic Violence, Mia might be a Berserker Class, PTSD, Depressive themes, Is Mia Really that Stupid?

Synopsis: It's been a year since her last interaction with Sephiroth. Mia has experienced a walk down memory lane and not for the better. Her longing grows ever deeper for Sephiroth as she continues to search for him throughout the house, begging, pleading to make an appearance. And when he does, he is hardly the boy she knew....

Typical. Mia thought as she spiked the punch. She’d managed to smuggle a couple of airplane bottles into the senior prom scene between her breasts without a hitch, and the chaperones were none the wiser. And as her eyes watched boredly while the clear fluid emptied into the fizzy bowl of sickeningly sweet mix of hawaii punch and squirt soda, she caught a glimpse of a flash bomb and nearly jumped back. She could have sworn she saw black feathers and a single wing from a ground view. Her eyes filled with concern as she immediately tucked the now empty bottles back into her dress and stared further into the punch bowl. He wasn’t wearing his jacket. He was unprotected under fire and the music was too loud to hear the shouts and commands as he directed troops on the frontlines. He looked around and checked for wounded as he then looked at the ground below. His eyes shone in the light as they met hers if only for a moment. And in that moment, a bullet hit him and she nearly screamed. Several girls looked over at her with quizzical expressions. Soon to be mocking sneers. Their unsubtle whispers and jeers reached her ears without fail as she moved along the walls with the now alcoholic concoction. Praying for this celebration to be over more than anything. But most of all, praying for her soldier to be okay.

Most of the senior class was sloshed by the time the party was over. The chaperones could never find the culprit, and the creepy teachers just used it as an excuse to frisk the girls and little twinks who just came of age. Her included. But if she reacted, she knew she would be considered liable. As true as it was. She knew that as soon as she headed home, the sooner the drama would be over, so why not deal with the bullshit for another five minutes. Her motorcycle was just in view and all she had to do was stride over and ride it home. A simple one, two, three. Right?

Wrong.

So.Fucking.Wrong.

The moment she got onto the highway, she nearly lost control of the breaks and found that her belt had been misaligned. Likely a prank from the other seniors. It was fine. She was wearing protection under her dress anyway and she could treat bruising if need be. Her eyes narrowed as she concentrated on taking control of the situation. A low growl escaped her as she slowed her bike down, gently speeding up and revving the engine slightly as she pulled to the side. She looked up at the sky for a moment and popped the side satchel. The forecast warned for a chance of heavy rain and potential storms, so she had to work fast. There was quick work of checking the belt alignment and her suspicions proved correct. The word “freak” was etched onto the belt and she scoffed. Freak wasn’t the worst thing she’d been called in her four years. This wasn’t even the worst they’d done. It was indirect and fixable.

“Assholes.” She mumbled.

Once done, she stood and got back on the road. No use in stalling to get back home. She didn’t like staying on the roadside for too long. Legally, she was now an adult. Mentally, she was…well…a lost kid. Her best friend was, as far as she knew, imaginary and only accessible by mirror. And she couldn’t call him at will. It really depended on when the damn window, as she liked to call it, opened. She was also so emotionally attached to him to the point where if he died, her devastation would break her. She couldn’t possibly fathom why. Hence why him being shot affected her so much. Sephiroth was the closest thing she had to normal in her life. Everyone was merely in and out like a damn burger franchise. And why the fuck would they stay? Out of pity? Money? They all had their own game. Hell, the paralegal, Leah, stayed for a while and then just up and disappeared for whatever fucking reason. She only popped up whenever it fucking served her to help Mia with her god damned homework or to make sure she was eating well. It wasn’t like she was her fucking mom or anything. Mia was fucking fine on her own. She had a motorcycle. She figured shit out independently. She even paid for her own license for fucks sake. And now she had the option to go to any college she wanted after having maybe one boyfriend in her life. And what a fucking great example he was….Mia paused at the last part. She was being unfair. Her first boyfriend was by all means a sweet boy. She just….couldn’t love him. There were obstacles. When they made out she noticed when Seph accidentally popped in on the mirror and saw them. She couldn’t see her boyfriend in her arms. Instead, she closed her eyes and imagined Seph as she heard him walk back around the corner. She wasn’t intending to startle him. She didn’t mean to cause alarm.

She officially ended it when he proposed to her before joining the airforce. She couldn’t help but stare at him and feel a lump form in her throat. Not out of glee or happiness, but out of fear. What would she be leaving behind? Better yet, whom? She was standing alone in her room when he barged in. No knocks or anything. At least, that’s what he thought. He thought she’d been rehearsing for an audition. Yet Sephiroth’s eyes widened in what appeared to be a mixture of surprise and heartbreak as she stared down at the young man. Her breath caught for a moment and she finally swallowed.

“Can I think about it?” she asked, apprehensive as she tried to hide her hesitation.

Her boyfriend, at the time, smiled and stood. “Please!” He chirped excitedly. “I really hope you’ll say yes.”

There it was. The pressure. He’d never pressured her before, sweet as he was. She imagined a life with him and how it would be to be a dependa. She never knew her mother as she gave up her rights to her a long time ago. Her father had beaten her to near death and lost not only his custody, his part of the estate and anything left in her grandmother's will. She shivered at potentially having her child waking up in a hospital and going through a lengthy recovery process from a fatal beating like the one she’d face. The very idea sickened her. Resolution suddenly overtook her and she straightened.

“Give me a few days and you’ll have an answer.” she finally said. She needed to come up with a creative way to say no.

The young man's eyes glowed with both hope and happiness as he leaped up with joy and pulled her into his grasp, holding her and spinning her around as though she were Ariel from the little mermaid. She didn’t want to feel like Ariel. She wanted to feel like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. She Wanted to be spun around in a poofy gold dress in a grand ballroom with someone she actually loved who actually worked on themselves. Someone who was as broken as she was but willing to put the pieces back together with her. Not a puppydog. Her eyes narrowed as she rested her head on his shoulder. His hand traced along her lower back….the rest was history.

Once he was gone, she couldn’t look her friend in the eye.

“So what will you say.”

“I’m going to say no.”

There was a low snarl that nearly made her jump. He was wringing his hands through his hair in frustration before slowly folding his fingers together. A deep sigh followed suit and she rose to find his back to her. His knees were propped up as his head was leaned back against his mirror.

“I wouldn’t have guessed with how he was fucking you against the glass.”

Sephiroth’s voice was low, almost monotone. And Mia wouldn’t have been able to tell him that she was imagining him as her soon to be ex was in the middle of…well. Her face turned red as she rubbed her hands along her neck and jawline and frustration.

“Had I not known any better, I would think you were jealous.” She quipped. “It’s not my fault that the window opens and closes where it’s inconvenient.”

“And it’s not my fault that you could’ve said no.”

“Forgive me, Seph, but I prefer people I–” she paused. “Nevermind.” Sephiroth turned. His brow was quirked as she began to move from the bed, wrapping herself in her bedsheet as she did so and leaned against the looking glass.

“When it comes to relationships, I promise not to do that again.” She finally told him. Realizing the damage she’d caused. “I’m sorry.”

Two days later she would give her ex boyfriend her answer. His disappointment was apparent, however she’d done what she had to do. He’d somehow been surprisingly understanding and yet…the breakup was bittersweet.

For Mia, this endeavor was a world away. And as she pulled into her driveway she noticed that there was a silver impala parked incorrectly near the side of her fence. Her head went into a whirlwind of possibilities of whom it might be. And she quickly paused as she then walked in through the side of the garage so as to take the element of surprise. Sephiroth had taught as much.

Her eyes narrowed at the door as she slowly crept in, closing the entrance lightly. She checked the premises from top to bottom for any signs of life, carefully listening for footfalls as she silently made her way to the utility closet for her grandmother’s tanto blade. A family heirloom that she hid away as not only a keepsake, but also something that would serve useful if cared for and honed in situations such as these.

“That’s not going to work.” a voice whispered. It was low, yet familiar. It sounded older somehow. Her brow furrowed as lightning struck as cold, unfeeling eyes looked down upon her through strands of silver. Disappearing with another flash. Her reflection soon stared back at her in the mirror now. She questioned what she saw. That wasn’t Sephiroth. His eyes were always full of emotion, not…whatever was looking down at her. She couldn’t see the rest of the specter, as they seemed to be shrouded in darkness. Yet she recalled that every version portrayed in the game seemed to appear a certain way. He would reach out to infected denizens who were infused with Jenova cells through a psychic link. Haunting their minds with visions and…she blushed. She couldn’t think about some of the cloud endeavors. However, what she could think about was the fact that she was not fused with Jenova cells.

There had to be some other reason.

Theory of relativity often stated that time was not linear. And that with every action there would be a reaction. Ergo, if something was changed in the time space continuum, for example stepping on a butterfly, chances are, it would create a ripple effect toward the future. However, that is only a small matter as opposed to a much larger cause and effect. In some time lines, were Mia never to meet Sephiroth, chances were that she would die and be buried in a potter's field without a penny to her name. Her father would be faultless for ever beating her to death. Or she would be taken into the system, miserable and likely to commit suicide in her mid teens, if not succumb to the trauma. Maybe she would meet another version of Sephiroth later on in her life who would want to destroy her. Not that she’d mind. She would beg for it. He would likely take pity and grant her wish…worse, torture her into begging for it.

A shudder rippled down her spine.

Had they not met he would’ve become even more of a sadist with a god complex.

Not that he wasn’t already, the ass.

She inhaled and exhaled as she turned the corner. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light as she listened to the voice from before echoing in her head. That’s not going to work. What the fuck did he know? She paused for a moment. Thinking and sliding her tanto into the front of her dress, just in case she would find herself in need of it. She reached for a baseball bat she hid around the corner of the stairwell as she trekked deeper into the home, the sound of her own breathing began to intermingle with whimpering and soft sobs. Another familiar voice that she’d not heard in a while.

“Mama..” mumbled a smaller, much more child-like voice. “Okay mama.”

When Mia turned into the common room, the sight before her was almost welcomed despite the gruesome image laid before her. A woman with tawny reddish brown hair curled in the corner beneath the window of the darkened room, trying not to make a sound as she kept her eyes on the outside of the house. A little boy, no older than maybe three or four years old was held tightly to her chest as he tried to sooth away her tears and calm her. There was a cut beneath her right eye as signs of a large bruise was beginning to swell. There were obvious cuts on her arm and her nose had been broken. Blood was oozing from her lip.

“Leah?” Mia gasped. “What the hell happened to you?” She wanted to ask where the older woman had been. Why was she…no. Now wasn’t the time. A loud screech and a crash sounded outside. And Mia’s head turned slowly as she gripped the baseball bat. That was the sound she was looking for. Her body tensed. Her nose wrinkled and she was not only pissed off, but she had some self loathing and pent up aggression she had to take out on someone from earlier.

“Cover his eyes.” Mia snarled.

“Wh-” Leah squeaked. Mia snapped her head in Leah’s general direction. Her eyes alight with fury as she approached the door.

“I said cover the damn kids fucking eyes, Leah.”

There was a moment of quiet, then a loud explosion as a large man kicked the front door in. Mia rolled her shoulders as he first looked at her and pointed at her in warning, soon to train his eyes on Leah and the toddler in her arms. The younger of the two women grinned viciously at the man's mistake as he would then realize that the moment he looked away was the moment he would take a blow to the head. He doubled over in pain, dazed for a moment, shaking his head as Mia slowly approached. He reached to grab her by the skirts as if to pull her down and she swung the bat down on his back. A loud howl echoed throughout the house. Suddenly, a sick sense of satisfaction fell over Mia like a warm blanket. She never knew that violence would feel so…fucking…wonderful. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to. His blood splashed all over her as though it were a sprinkler, and his cries were like music to her ears.

“Mia.” Leah called. It sounded far off and distant to her.

“Mia…” She called again. Mia still ignored her. The euphoria provided too much of a rush.

“MIA THAT’S ENOUGH!” A hand fell on her shoulder and pulled at her. Her fist swung in the direction of whomever was behind and before she could stop, it was too late. She jerked back. The bat in her hand dropped to the floor. Her body shook with adrenaline and she wondered how far gone she was before she’d been pulled back to reality. Her eyes welled up with tears when she realized exactly what she’d done. Leah was slightly bent over, holding her left cheek in pain. Her lips were pursed into a thin line as Mia’s eyes watched her in fear. Images of her father flashed as she remembered him pinning her to the ground and senselessly beating her half to death. She recalled waking up in the hospital to find Leah sitting at the end of the hospital bed, gently smiling at her as she held the Sephiroth doll that her grandmother made. She didn’t realize how much pain she had to address. She didn’t realize how lost she was. This woman was more like a mother to her than the woman who disappeared from her life so long ago. The woman she couldn’t even remember.

“You and your son are welcome to stay as long as you need.” She croaked. She turned away and headed to her room.

The day after she watched in silence as the coroner hauled the corpse of Leah's now dead husband from her grandmothers home. She'd been up all night, enduring intense interrogations. The questions felt endless as she faced not only the police, but a forensics team and investigators to see if she could keep her story straight. From the doorway, she could see the prying eyes of her neighbors and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Leah watched from the sidelines as she was treated for wounds and questioned from the side to see if Mia's story held up. Weeks would go by and the insurance on Leah's husband would go through to ensure that there was some financial gain from his death. Leah would try to give some to Mia, however Mia would then deny it and tell her that it wasn't necessary, yet it was insisted upon.

"You're family." She said. "You should get a portion."

Mia would begrudgingly give in.

After receiving her certificate in the mail, and avoiding the post High School walk of shame, Mia proceeded to count the months and watched as the seasons changed. Her appetite fluctuated as she remembered that night. Her eyes remained dull as she continued to look back and forth at the mirror. She would lean against it, waiting. But nothing would happen. Maybe, perhaps she was imagining things. Perhaps the boy beyond the mirror was always imaginary and having someone living with her was maybe a cure for her hallucinations. The tiny padding of feet from a little boy echoed throughout the hall outside of her bedroom. She had long since cut her hair. Her blood stained dress was thrown in the incinerator and the girl in the mirror did not look the same as before. The whisper of the wind that flowed through her room caused her to stride over to the frame and lean against the panes. She gazed up and watched as the leaves shook and hues changed with the sunset. She hadn’t realized that it was fall already and yet, the smell of the rotting wood and petrichor in the air made her close her eyes and lean close. The mix of grays, greens and russets together made her think of the union between the ever changing earth and the cosmos. The love that she felt towards someone who didn’t exist and yet…she so terribly wanted him to.

“You cut your hair.” The sudden voice was unfamiliar. Much more mature, there was authority to it, and yet there was some familiarity. Some familiarity, however, was not enough. She reached for her machete and withdrew it from the fiberglass sheath and pointed it in the direction of the voice. Her eyes were feral and animalistic. As though they were ready to kill. She’d already killed one man, she was ready to kill another. However…killing this one, would involve going to his world. If he existed. Her eyes softened. Her chest began to ache and his expression was both surprised and pained. What happened to you? Could be read on his face as she fell to her knees. He moved to try and reach out, yet withdrew. The impossibility was clear.

“I’m sorry.” She choked. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” She couldn’t look him in the eye now. The girl she used to be was gone after senior prom. She watched him get shot. She thought he was gone. She thought he’d been obliterated in a storm of bullets the moment she looked away.

“Come here.” He told her. His voice was soft, not as authoritative as it was when he entered. She did as commanded and slowly edged her way to the mirror. She still couldn’t find the courage to look at him. His hands were still gloved and his uniform was skin tight. His chest…she looked up for a brief moment and immediately looked away. His chest was exposed. She wasn’t used to him like that. This wasn’t the time to be remarking on his general appearance. “Look at me.” She shivered at the low purr that erupted from his chest. She wasn’t used to that. It was almost as though he’d stepped straight out of a romance novel. She wanted to laugh at the thought just as much as she wanted it to continue. However, her eyes slowly moved upward. She questioned when he’d gotten so tall. He practically towered over her at this point. She subconsciously reached to try and touch what was before her. She traced his lips, down to his collarbone and chest as he quirked his head to the side. His hair exposed the pale skin of his neck and a salacious smile pulled at his lips.

“And here I was worried, starling…” He raised a teasing brow. “But here we are, being a little pervert.”

Mia sputtered for a moment and Sephiroth leaned forward. His hand glided against the mirror and traced the side as he studied her features with hungry eyes. A wolfish grin stopped just where her navel would be as he looked at her hips and slowly trailed up to meet her eyes.

“Not that I mind.”

“What are you saying Seph?” Mia grumbled, moving to hide her body. She was nervous, heat pooled at her core as she’d only been clad in a paper thin crop top and boy shorts. She bit her lower lip, knowing full well what he was seeing. Her hip jutted out as the waistband of a black thong peaked out from underneath. From the other side of the mirror, Sephiroth had already had his quarters changed from an observation cell to an officers barrack. As nice as it was, he couldn’t help but find her image more than pleasing as he exposed more of himself. He had more privacy. He had more to give. More to show off. She couldn’t deny the fact that he saw her lick her lips at the sight of him. He saw her on the battlefield. Her worried expression shocked him as he directed his subordinates to and fro to ensure that a good number of his people were able to return. He knew what he was doing. He didn’t like it. He should have died under fire. But if he did, she would not see him again. And he was starting to get some modicum of an idea of how the windows worked. It just took him a while to get him settled into a new living situation. He would still be observed and tested. But on the battlefield and in Shinra HQ. In his space, she was his.

“Seph.” Mia called to him once more. Her new pixie cut didn’t hide the annoyance on her face. Her lips dropped into a soft pout. He figured he would play with her for a moment.

“Starling…�� He began. “What do you think I meant when I said, I offer my sacrifice to you?”

Sephiroth leaned back with ease and watched her look at the parallels between loveless and another poem and the thought suddenly hit her.

“You changed it on purpose, didn’t you?”

His once flirtatious smile softened to that of a lovelorn man, out of reach from the lady who he wished so desperately to hold in his arms.

“So who’s the lucky girl?”

<< | < |•| > | >>

#ffvii au #final fantasy vii rebirth #sephiroth #one winged angel #sephiroth x oc #final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii fanfiction #final fantasy vii oc

4 notes · View notes