#masamune fic

[bardic-tales]

Title: Masamune

Pairing: Bianca Moore(f!OC) / Sephiroth

Other Characters: Cloud Strife, Barret Wallace, Tifa Lockhart, and Red XII

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1420

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Setting: FF VII OG, North Crater

Warnings: Abandonment, blood, body horror, child death (illusion), combat, corruption, dark magic, death, delusions, despair, distorted reality, graphic violence, hallucinations, hypothermia, injury, intense pain, main character death, manipulation, mental torment, mutilation, power struggle, psychosis, psychological abuse, self-mutilation, supernatural horror, torture, trauma, violence, weaponry.

Summary: In the frigid North Crater, Bianca and Sephiroth face off against Cloud and his companions in a chaotic battle.

Squared Filled: Masamune

Created for: Sephiroth Week hosted by @week-of-silver-winds

Author's Note: As always, please read over my warnings, since I list the general themes, too, in case there is any content that may be uncomfortable to my reader. This one features a battle and I can get somewhat descriptive in battle scenes.

Also, please be aware that there is a spoiler in here. I typically write with the OG FF7 events, but this spoiler can spoil Rebirth, too. So, please keep that in mind if you haven't finished Rebirth.

EXCERPT:

As she descended, she hovered just above the ground beside him. Her dark wings fanned out. Indigo and black feathers blended with the surrounding shadows.

“Sephiroth!” Cloud growled, as he stepped forward with the Buster Sword drawn. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the hilt. “We’re taking you down!”

“Ah, Cloud. Such futile defiance.” Sephiroth sounded almost bored, while Bianca’s crimson-painted lips — the colors of Sephiroth’s favorite roses growing wildly outside of Kalm — curled upward into a sardonic smile. “You will only meet the same fate as others who dared to stand against us and Mother.”

The battle would be chaotic.

Below her, the icy winds of the North Crater howled around her, the harsh cold bit at exposed skin, reminding Bianca that they would have to finish this battle and finish it quickly, as her trade off for her ice powers was being more susceptible to hypothermia than an average human.

Snow whipped through the air, obscuring the jagged landscape, but she still saw Sephiroth remaining still and unperturbed. His argent hair flowed behind him like a river of moonlight, while his eyes glowed with a luminous intensity.

As she descended, she hovered just above the ground beside him. Her dark wings fanned out. Indigo and black feathers blended with the surrounding shadows.

Before them stood Cloud Strife and his companions: Barret, Tifa, and Red XII, their faces set in grim determination. Behind them lay the shattered remains of the path each had forged. Bianca could feel the desperation and grief wafting off of them like a delicious perfume. Aerith’s death still hung heavy in the air like a mournful wail, fueling the party’s resolve and Bianca’s strength.

“Sephiroth!” Cloud growled, as he stepped forward with the Buster Sword drawn. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the hilt. “We’re taking you down!”

“Ah, Cloud. Such futile defiance.” Sephiroth sounded almost bored, while Bianca’s crimson-painted lips — the colors of Sephiroth’s favorite roses growing wildly outside of Kalm — curled upward into a sardonic smile. “You will only meet the same fate as others who dared to stand against us and Mother.”

“Bastard!” Cloud lunged forward, leading the charge. The Buster Sword clashed with Masamune in a shower of sparks, the sheer force of the impact reverberating through the air.

Sephiroth met each strike with an effortless parry, almost as if he was dancing with Cloud’s attacks. Each moment was graceful yet brutal, as the moonlight shone down upon them, making Masamune’s blade gleam with ebony and silver.

As she saw Tifa darting in from the side with her fists glowing with the energy of one of her last attacks, Bianca’s wings flared. Bianca raised her hand to the sky, channeling her dark energies before a swirling vortex appeared from the darkened clouds before the tornado’s funnel touched the ground. The dark wind lashed out at Tifa, engulfing her in swirling snow and blackness before sending the woman sprawling across the icy ground.

“Stay out of this, girl!” Barret roared, raising his gun-arm and unleashed a hail of bullets at Bianca. She was already in the air and on the move and twisted to the side to evade the bullets as an eerie silence surrounded her. Her wings left a trail of darkness in her wake, feeding on the vitality of the frozen air and their enemies below. She landed with a silent thump behind Barret.

“You should have turned back when you had the chance,” Bianca whispered, so softly, but her voice carried her deadly promise. Tendrils erupted from her back, writhing in the air as they pierced they pierced the leader of AVALANCHE.

Barret screamed in horror as his vision blurred. The world distorted around him until it twisted into the nightmarish visage of Marlene, bleeding and broken. His baby girl lay on the snow before him. Her brown eyes stared up lifelessly at Barret while her hair dripped with gore. Her blood was a sharp contrast between the purity of the snow and the gruesome horror of a child laying dead.

“Marlene!” Barret sobbed as he fell to his knees before Marlene and held her to his chest. The fleshy tendrils attached to Bianca continued to pulsate and pump its visions into the rowdy man.

As Sephiroth withdrew Masamune. Cloud’s blood dripped off the point and onto the ground. “Let me remind you of that pain five years ago. Pain that you will never forget.”

Cloud gritted his teeth, staggering back, but Tifa sprang to his side, unleashing a powerful uppercut aiming at Sephiroth’s chin. The attack grazed him, but he stepped back just another to avoid the brunt of the blow. Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed.

As Tifa prepared for another strike, Bianca vanished in a blur, reappearing beside the other woman in an instant. Swiftly, she grasped Tifa’s wrist, wrenching it back with a satisfying snap. Using the momentum, Bianca twisted sharply, threw Tifa off-balanced, and sent her to the ground once more.

Without hesitation, Bianca wiggled her fingers, conjured a warding around herself and Sephiroth. The star-drenched barrier surged into existence, shimmering with the cosmos to endure any incoming attacks.

“Barriers won’t save you!” Cloud shouted, leaping back into the fray. He unleashed his power, his sword movements becoming a blur of strikes aimed at both Sephiroth and Bianca.

With a single look at Sephiroth, she released the barrier. He surged forth with a single fluid motion, blocking Cloud’s frenzied blows, as he deflected each strike with deadly accuracy. He countered with a sudden thrust of the Masamune, piercing through the blond man’s defenses. The blade carved a shallow cut along Cloud’s cheek before being drawn back. The long, slender length still dripped with blood.

“Still clinging to life?” Sephiroth mocked.

Bianca descended beside Sephiroth now. She closed her eyes, concentrated, and distorted the forms of Sephiroth and herself into multiple phantoms. Each copy mimicked their moves and powers. The illusions advanced on Cloud’s group. Their shimmering forms added confusion and dread.

However, Red XIII and his sense of smell caught her off guard. With a snarl, flames encircled his jaws as Nanaki barreled forward, aiming at Bianca. Her wings snapped outward in a powerful beat, sending a corrupting wind toward him, but he leapt through it.

As Nanaki’s fangs sank into Bianca’s leg, a sharp, burning pain shot up her limb. The sensation amplified by the heat of the flames licking at the beast’s jaws. The bite was quick but deep, tearing through muscle and grazing bone before Nanaki pulled back.

The wound bled immediately. Dark crimson rivulets poured from the jagged punctures, staining the icy ground beneath her. The blood glistened in the faint light of the crater. The pain radiated through her leg in waves. It twisted into something darker as the corruption in her veins — her father’s influence — stirred inside of her, feeding off the injury. She clenched her teeth. Her breath was ragged for a moment, as she struggled to keep her balance. Her wings beat furiously to steady herself before her regeneration created a small patch of flesh over the puncture marks.

The rage flared within, mingling with the agony as her skin patched itself. Her eyes glowed with intensity as she turned towards the creature. The edges of her vision blurred with darkness as she channeled the pain from her regeneration into Noctemaris, the demonic tachi. She would make Nanaki suffer for daring to wound her.

Sephiroth’s eyes flicked towards Bianca, a brief feeling of concern burnt deep within the bright gaze, but she ignored it. They both gave each other a subtle nod. Without hesitation, Bianca flew upright into the sky, twirling until she reached the correct height. Blood rained down upon them as the wound still continued to heal. She folded her wings against herself and dove towards the ground.

Striking the craggy floor with Noctemaris, cracks opened from the point where the sword penetrated the Earth. The Lifestream tried to surge to protect itself, but Noctemaris’ shadow-tinged arc sent out a shock wave that rippled outward from Bianca, forcing Cloud’s group to scatter.

As the dust and snow settled, Sephiroth stepped forward. His leather boots crunching on the ground and Masamune gleamed in his hand.

“You are nothing but insects struggling against the inevitable,” Sephiroth murmured to the group before him. Sephiroth murmured to the group before him, his voice filled with certainty. “And here, in this place, you shall finally understand despair.”

Her gaze lingered on Sephiroth and Masamune. The blade was awe-inspiring: beautiful, with the silver contrasting against the black metal.

“For you, Sephiroth, I’ll tear this world apart,” she whispered, her voice carrying with it the weight of her dark promise to the man she now viewed as a mate and a god. Her gaze lingered on the Masamune as if it were a sacred relic.

This battle is far from over, Bianca thought. But in North Crater’s frozen heart, the power of Sephiroth’s weapon and her loyalty were undeniable. The world would tremble before them, as they would make sure that the world — and the Omniverse — would experience its rebirth.

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

@nightingaleflow @seastarblue @prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen

@chickensarentcheap

[lady-lazagna]

“Tsubasa and Yu missed out on Gan Gan Galaxy’s victory celebration; the rest of their team can’t just let that slide, can they?”

My piece for @constellationsbeybladezine !!

And collab with @fullcaps-ethan check out his art pieces in the zine😎

[and-then-she-died-tm]

I HAVE A QUESTION FOR THE IKESEN FANDOM

👉👈

[yonezawacastle]

brittle (1/?)

Pairing(s): background Masamune/MC (here named Aya)

This is an excerpt from an unfinished fic I wrote purely for myself, in which the Oshu family adds a tiny new member, thanks to an injudicious act of compassion by Masamune. Things...don't go smoothly.

I've never liked my own writing. I am trying to be less of a perfectionist in the coming year, however, so forcing myself to finally put something longer than a sentence or two out there is part of my commitment to that. Anyway.

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The girl’s name means stop. 

This fact bothers Masamune sometimes, when he’s sifting through his papers, and finds the word among the plans and correspondence. The girl’s name is written only in hiragana --とめ -- but the implication of the name, the character that crosses his desk every so often and never fails to stop him, is plain as day given the girl's personal history.

The character 止 carries no trace of softness. It is stiff and unyielding lines, the rightmost stroke an arm stretched in prohibition. Unwanted. Forbidden. No.

It suggests an unwished child, and Masamune knows all about being unwished. 

After all, his eyes are much like her own.

“It’s actually a common enough name,” Aya tells him one night in his annex kitchen, his wife's back to him as she chops vegetables for their dinner. “A lot of families will call their daughter that, if they don’t want any more children. Especially if they have one too many mouths to feed.” 

But Tome had been born to a samurai family. 

_________

In one sense, he must admit, the girl’s name is suitable.

Tome is a brittle, sticklike figure, her bones sharp and prominent in places where Aya insists there ought to be a peachy softness. There is a faintly skeletal quality to the six-year-old, something wholly insubstantial, and sometimes Masamune feels that if he breathes too hard, she might blow away. 

The greatest stiffness, though, is in the way she regards them, in the fragile quiet that suggests she is all too used to being shattered.

Watchful, Kojuro calls her. Both men know this is a polite gloss on afraid. 

(“We rescued her, Masa,” Shigezane says to him once. “Even if we had to make her a hostage to do it.” Masamune watches the uneasy set of the girl’s shoulders beneath Aya’s hands and wonders if they’d rescued her from anything.) 

These first months have made him awkward and clumsy. Masamune has never loved his own body, and now he feels there is too much of it altogether: standing near the girl feels more like looming, and on the vanishingly rare occasions that Tome finds the courage to reach for him, one of his hands easily swallows both of hers. 

“Bend down when you talk to her,” hisses Shigezane in his ear. “Kids like it when you get on their level.” 

He has felt less menacing on the battlefield.

[suzuki-chiyeko]

Takaritsu Week: Day 5 - Jealousy

Takano tries out a different approach to dealing with his jealousy.

I'm not sure whether this one is completely canon compliant, but here's my third entry for @takaritsuweek :)

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Takano was fully aware that Ritsu had built a life and a career for himself in the years before he joined Marukawa, and that in those years he'd made connections with some well-known people in the world of literature. Therefore, when he noticed him talking to one of Marukawa's most acclaimed authors, he didn't think much of it at first. He knew that his lover had edited several of Usami Akihiko's works during his time at Onodera Publishing.

Initially, it had looked like an innocent attempt to reconnect with an old acquaintance. They'd bumped into each other in the hallway and the conversation had blossomed organically. It probably started off with them reminiscing about their professional relationship as author and editor. That part, Takano couldn't complain about.

However, when Ritsu appeared to be getting a little too comfortable, his irritation flared up like a barrel of oil catching fire. Ritsu's voice pitched higher than usual as he spoke and he was smiling way too much.

It didn't help that the author took on a relaxed stance, one hand in his pocket and the other resting casually against the wall, as their conversation carried on. Like Ritsu, he smiled almost the entire time—not a full smile, but a slight curve of the lips that radiated an air of mystery.

Takano wandered over to a vending machine and pretended to check out the beverages it contained, making sure to stay out of Ritsu's sight. Unfortunately, keeping his distance also prevented him from discovering what exactly they were talking about.

Minutes ticked by, but neither of the men made any move to wrap up their conversation. Takano glanced at them every few seconds, his muscles growing tense.

'I don't care how much time Usami-sensei has on his hands, but you have plenty of work to do.' He glared at Ritsu. The shoujo editor remained blissfully unaware of his presence.

When Akihiko put his hand on Ritsu's arm, ushering him out of the way of another employee passing through the hallway, Takano's patience snapped. He marched towards them, quickly replaced his glare with a fake smile and stood next to Ritsu. The latter jolted the moment he saw him, but Takano kept his eyes trained on the author.

"Usami-sensei, what a pleasant surprise to run into you here," he greeted politely. "I'm Takano Masamune, Editor-in-Chief of the Emerald Department. I'm a longtime fan of your work."

"Oi, Takano-san! What do you—"

"Nice to meet you," Akihiko replied just as pleasantly. Although his smile didn't reach his eyes, he seemed unbothered by the sudden interruption. "Editor-in-Chief, you say? You must be Onodera's superior then."

"That's right. He was a complete newbie to manga editing when he joined, but thankfully he got the hang of it very quickly." Takano let his gaze wander towards Ritsu, not missing how his face flushed at that last comment.

"That doesn't surprise me. Onodera has always been a diligent worker."

The smirk that tugged at Akihiko's lips made Takano's blood boil. He wanted to grab Ritsu's arm and drag him away, but out of respect for the author he composed himself. Forcing out a chuckle, he squeezed the editor's shoulder.

"Though I have to admit, it's shocking to hear that there are people in the shoujo department who enjoy my works," Akihiko continued. "I thought that type of manga was all about heart-fluttering romance and innocent love."

"Do you have something against romance, Usami-sensei?"

The author chuckled, shaking his head. "Not at all, but my novels aren't exactly known for being 'romantic'. Surely you must've noticed, as an avid reader of my work."

Ritsu, who had been completely excluded from the conversation, was trembling in Takano's grasp, obviously not happy with his lover's interference. His silence ignited a spark of deviousness within Takano.

"Love may not be a common theme in your writing, but I can't imagine romance hasn't crossed your path yet. A successful man like you must receive mountains of fan letters with love confessions. It's hard to resist such eloquence... and you're not hard on the eyes either."

The trembling promptly turned into vicious shaking, and Takano could actually feel the rage pouring out of Ritsu. He smiled subtly yet victoriously. Oh, how the tables had turned.

"You flatter me. I've heard that the Emerald Department is renowned for its handsome employees, and from what I can see that's not just some baseless rumor." Akihiko raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"You're too kind, Sensei."

Suddenly, the soft buzzing of a cell phone interrupted their pleasant exchange. Akihiko sighed.

"That's my editor, no doubt. I'm afraid we'll have to cut our conversation short. It's been a pleasure talking to you, Takano-san."

"The pleasure is all mine. I'll see you around."

With a nod and a swift goodbye, the novelist went on his way. Takano removed his hand from Ritsu's shoulder and turned towards him without saying a word. Green eyes shot daggers at him, but it didn't intimidate him in the slightest. If anything, it made the whole situation all the more satisfying.

"What was that all about?!" Ritsu seethed.

"We were just having a nice talk. I don't see what the issue is."

"A nice talk? You just appeared out of nowhere and started flirting with him!"

"Sounds like you're jealous." Takano stifled a laugh at the sight of Ritsu's face turning bright red. "Don't worry, I would never choose anyone over you. Besides, you're more Usami-sensei's type: brown hair, green eyes, easily flustered..."

"I'm not easily flustered! How would you even know what Sensei's type is? You talked to him for like five minutes."

Takano turned around. "Enough talking. It's time to get back to work." He walked off, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Wha—hey, don't ignore me! Takano-san!"

Even as Ritsu went after him demanding an answer, the the man's lips remained sealed. Takano couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face. He hated getting jealous over his lover, but he sure loved it when it was the other way around.

[shouts-into-the-void]

Hey, new Yashita fanfic because I have decided writing from Mashita's POV gives me a great opportunity to wax poetic about Yashiki lol

[mynameiskan]

[Ikesen x OC series]

Hana takes the gang to the beach. She wants the Sengoku warlords to enjoy a little bit of summer in modern day Japan.

I think I'm gonna draw a lot about the lords having fun in modern Japan.

╰(*´︶`*)╯Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari is my favourite trio in Ikesen.

Btw, according to the plot of my Ikesen x OC fic, the lords who go to modern Japan along with Mai are Shingen (Mai and Shingen are a couple already), Sasuke, Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari. I'm not good art writing and creating plots so I need to limit the number of the characters. 😭😭😭 You can see more my Ikesen x OC art with the hashtag #kan oc or #kan fic

However, I will sometimes draw the other lords in modern Japan. If you have any ideas or requests, feel free to DM me.

[xxsycamore]

𝘐𝘒𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘕𝘎𝘖𝘒𝘜 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

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[h4desian]

Onodera tries to make chocolate chip cookies, and Takano gives her a hand.

Hello everyone! I've written a new fem takaritsu fic. This time I bring some domestic fluff, enjoy :)

[curedeity]

happy ace day to the boyfriends of all time! I forgot it was ace day, so finishing this sketch was the most I did. Im sorry, shading doesnt exist.

[fortune-maiden]

Every time I fall back into Samurai Warriors, I’m reminded of the worst casualty of the Laptop Crash of ‘13 (at least I think it was 13…)

A lengthy outline of a Pokemon Conquest fic idea in which Matsunaga Hisahide plotted to take over Ransei with Darkrai

Unfortunately I don’t remember everything that I had planned (and I was too devastated about the loss of the laptop to restore it when it was fresher in my mind) but some highlights included:

- the protag going missing and Oichi being left in charge of the home region… which became a problem when they came under attack and she barely escaped with her life (with the help of Motochika and the kids trio) Hisahide is very determined to capture her

- Mitsuhide forced to work with Hisahide because Gracia was taken hostage

- Masamune choosing to side with Hisahide partly because he’s a dick and partly because of some insecurities surrounding his rule and unable to tame his father’s Braviery (something about this was inspired by history but I don’t remember what lol). Magoichi is there with him but significantly less happy about working with Hisahide and tries to reign Masamune in

- when he finds out about Gracia that’s the final straw and he goes to save her and get out of dodge. It’s not great for Masamune’s mental state

- Masamune meanwhile has a hostage of his own in Kai after having invaded her region and taken it over (Ujiyasu is missing). And has taken her Teddiursa captive to make her obey

- Eventually something something Kai gets her Teddiursa back and has a chance to rain down hell on Hisahide but fails because of his Darkrai. Also during this time Masamune realizes hes on the wrong side and defects as well, saving Kai and the two of them going on the run because he’s not exactly welcome with the resistance after all he’d done and Darkrai has been messing with his mind

- At some point Kai had been nearly rescued but chose to stay with Masamune because she could see he was breaking down after Mago left and was worried (possibly Masamune is the one who frees Teddiursa later because of this)

- Anyway after the two go on the run, Kai succumbs to Darkrai’s nightmares and can’t wake up. The two of them are rescued by Kotaro who has been keeping an eye on Ujiyasu’s pup.

- But not before putting Masamune through a silent hill experience (for fun mostly but also character building)

- Masamune finally bonds with Braviery after this incident

- Meanwhile elsewhere Hideyoshi is also missing so Kanbei and Hanbei have been managing things and working with the resistance. Except of course Hanbei has his illness and is hiding it and Kanbei has a lampent that is more Hanbei’s Pokemon than his (even though he has his mareep and Pikachu)

- Eventually Hanbei ends up making a last stand defending a castle while everyone else is injured by bonding with sixteen pokemon + lampent to defend the area (also historically inspired) and succeeds in keeping the line until backup comes but it’s too late for him. Kanbei finally bonds with Lampent after this (who ate Hanbei’s soul). He also adopts the mareep and Pikachu

- Oichi is the one who eventually saves everyone from the nightmares by finding and bonding with Cresselia which is the main reason Hisahide targeted her and this specifically (and the whole fic idea) was inspired by her ranked up design looking like Cresselia xD

- there was also some drama related to Ginchiyo but I don’t remember what orz

- I think Keiji was also the one who found the info relating to Cresselia and let the rest know

[pastelchad]

I've always loved the theory that Nowaki and Takano are half siblings

[kittykittyhunter]

[Posted 19 October 2012] Defeat Your torn banner, bloodied and snapped by the wind. Swords are not shining headstones. They stand upright, watching the dead, better guardians than you. The claws of a dragon broken and blunt. Look upon them. Their bodies are circled with soil and snow. You cannot fulfil the vow to protect, you cannot grant their tomorrows no. One organ gouged, wasted, gone. There lies another.

[yonezawacastle]

She remembers two colors from that first winter in Oshu.

One is the endless expanse of white that veiled the fields and mountains for months on end.

The other is the crimson blush that stained Masamune's cheeks when he first asked her to share the warmth of his own bed.

[suzuki-chiyeko]

Takaritsu Week: Day 6 - Confession

This will be my last entry for this year's @takaritsuweek. I was a bit short on time, but please enjoy this quick ficlet.

Thank you for hosting this event again this year <3

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"Takano-san, the person who loves you the most in this world... is me!"

Awestruck by the sudden confession from the man he'd loved for so long, Takano stood frozen in place. His first thought was that he had to be dreaming, but the cold feeling of the rain pelting down on him felt too real. He stared at Ritsu with wide eyes. The other man panted like he'd just run a mile, his face bright red.

All of a sudden, they were back at the library of their high school. Takano remembered the confession so clearly, like it only happened a few hours ago. The blush on Ritsu's face had looked the same, but his voice had wavered and his gaze had shifted to the floor as soon as the words had come out. He'd appeared shy back then, innocent and insecure.

None of that insecurity showed itself this time. Ritsu had confessed his feelings in a loud and clear voice, powerful enough to be heard over the rush of the heavy rain. He hadn't stuttered or looked away, but spoken with fierce conviction.

Two love confessions from the same person, yet they couldn't have been more different.

Not long after their paths crossed again at Marukawa Publishing, Takano had realized Ritsu wasn't the same person he'd loved in high school. In his mission to make the boy who ran from him fall in love with him again, they both learned how life had changed them.

Oda Ritsu didn't exist anymore. Saga Masamune didn't exist anymore.

While that chapter of their lives may have ended, a whole new chapter had begun. Takano loved Ritsu more than he ever had, and Ritsu loved him back unequivocally.

The time for running and chasing was finally over.

[qloof]

i hope the person whos writing the recent masaking fic on ao3 is having th best days ever