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[bardic-tales]

Title: Youth

Pairing: Bianca Moore (f!OC) / Sephiroth

Other Character: Professor Hojo

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1591

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII, Ever Crisis

Setting: AU: Redemption

Warnings: Abuse, body horror, combat violence, cold & hypothermia, death, emotional distress, experimentation, fear, isolation, manipulation, paranoia, psychological trauma

Summary: In a stimulated combat scenario, Bianca and Sephiroth confront the powerful summons Bahamut and Shiva to prove their abilities to Professor Hojo.

Squared Filled: Youth

Created for: #SephirothWeek which is hosted by @week-of-silver-winds

Note: This is from my redemption!AU where the timeline becomes very canon divergent. Also, for anyone who is following along with my passion project, Sephiroth and Bia meet very young in this AU.

In it, Hojo is the primary antagonist. This fan fic takes place during Ever Crisis before the First Episode of the First SOLDIER. So, Seph is 15; Bia, 13.

Excerpt:

In a cry of agony, tendrils burst forth from her back, surged towards Shiva, and pierced the summon’s defenses.

Still, the battle raged on. The sound of steel and the crackling of frost echoed across the virtual world. Shiva moved weakly as they continued to carve into her. Sephiroth knew they couldn’t waste anymore time. Drawn-out displays wouldn’t satisfy Professor Hojo.

Thump. Thump. Thump. His heart beat. The young man held onto the military saber and slowly lifted the blade parallel to his head and shoulder as he eased into his combat stance. He looked at his companion: the young girl that had been a constant in his life for five years now, the only one he was allowed to converse with.

Their environment flickered and glitch before them. Solid powder-blue boxes swayed, pivoted on their axis, rose, and descended. From the west, a warm breeze blew across the stimulation, waving his shoulder-length silver hair and her waist-length midnight locks behind them like banners welcoming warriors home from a battle. He looked at the force before them.

The battle was yet to be won. He didn’t scowl or have much emotion, other than looking at their foes before them: Bahamut and Shiva.

“On my mark,” he said.

Bianca nodded, as she curled her right hand into a fist and slammed it against the silver habaki and ebony tsuka, gliding her hand to the left and pulling Noctemaris from the void between dimensions. The black and dark gray blade emerged behind her fist, sparkling and glimmering with star dust. “Which one first?”

They had to preform above expectations or Hojo would take Bianca from him and return her shaken, bruised, and broken. Even if that meant endured their training, he had to protect Bianca.

“Shiva,” he replied. “She’s the most threat to us, as you’re delicate around ice and cold.”

Without another word, Sephiroth surged forward. His eyes fixated on the ice goddess who loomed ahead. The air around Bianca and Sephiroth was already thick with frost. The chill clawed at his skin, but he pressed on. His determination was unyielding.

If I hesitate, he thought, it would mean failure. Failure would mean Hojo’s interference with Bianca once again. This was a thought he would not tolerate: her experimentation.

Nameless flashed as he closed the distance to the scantily clad summon. His movements were precise and deadly. The ground beneath him cracked with each step forward, as the frozen ground protested his advance.

Without breaking stride, he launched himself into a serious of rapid slashes. The rapid successions of strikes aimed at childing away at Shiva’s defenses. Her green hair flowed around her as she tried to defend against Sephiroth’s graceful brutality.

Bianca darted to the side, using his assault as cover. She moved with a grace that belied the dark power coursing through her veins. Her wings unfurled and cast a shadow over the battlefield. With a single, powerful beat of her wings, she lifted herself into the air. The surrounding shadows deepened and obscured her from Shiva’s gaze.

Sephiroth knew they would have to finish this quickly. The cold gnawed at Bianca, lining her flesh with ice crystals. If they didn’t end it quick, there was a real possibility for her to develop hypothermia.

He glanced up for a moment as darkness oscillated around her, concealing herself from both Sephiroth and Shiva’s view. As he continued his relentless assault, Bianca descended from above and plunged downward with Noctemaris.

In a cry of agony, tendrils burst forth from her back, surged towards Shiva, and pierced the summon’s defenses.

Still, the battle raged on. The sound of steel and the crackling of frost echoed across the virtual world. Shiva moved weakly as they continued to carve into her. Sephiroth knew they couldn’t waste anymore time. Drawn-out displays wouldn’t satisfy Professor Hojo.

“Now, Bianca,” he called above the din, signaling her to finish the summon while he intercepted Bahamut. Sephiroth spun on his heel. The dragon’s roar shook the stimulator.

With a surge of shadows, Bianca’s blade plunged into Shiva’s chest. The dark energies expanded from the blade, as the star-drench blade glowed now: a crimson nebula surrounded Noctemaris, the arms spinning wildly around the length of the blade.

Shiva shattered in a explosion of crystalline shards and darkness.

“Move!” he commanded Bianca. With a swift leap, he launched himself toward the dragon, ready to engage their next challenge before Hojo ended the stimulation.

Sephiroth now leapt at Bahamut. His saber poised to strike as the air seemed to crackle with the dragon’s raw, untamed power. The beast’s eyes glowed red as it inhaled the surrounding air. The very air sizzled around Sephiroth as the dragon prepared to unleash a burst of Mega Flare.

There was no time to hesitate. He pushed forward, leaping up into the air again and bringing down Nameless with a downward strike. The ground beneath him split into a pentacle. The impact sent a tremor through Sephiroth’s arms, but he didn’t relent.

Bahamut recoiled while Sephiroth concentrated. A large fireball hovered over his hand, which he immediately threw at the dragon’s large silvery leathery wings.

As Bianca still soared through the air, her tendrils quivered and writhed around her. The darkness emanating from her wings intensified, casting blackness over the entire stimulation. With a fierce cry, she dove before the dragon’s belly and jabbed at it with the tendrils. They lashed at Bahamut’s underside.

The dragon roared in fury. It swatted at Bianca with its colossal claws, but she weaved and bobbed out of reach, siphoning blood from the creature through her appendages. As she danced through the air, Sephiroth struck from the ground. A rapid sequence of eight quick thrusts and slashes severed the joints of Bahamut’s massive limbs. His blade moved like a flash of silver.

With a surge of dark energy, Bianca unleashed her fury. Her movements became a blur as Noctemaris carved through the air and Bahamut. Each stroke left behind a trail of shadow, sapping the dragon’s will and strength.

Bahamut’s once-mighty form wavered. With a last thrust from Nameless, the giant beast collapsed. Its form and energy dissipating into the air.

Silence fell across the stimulation as Sephiroth reached into his coat and retrieved his flip phone. With the press of the downward arrow, he scrolled through the options and hit ‘Mission Successful’. The screen flashed in confirmation. Before the stimulation collapsed around them, he took one look at Bianca and ensured she was unharmed. Tiny cuts and bruises lined her arms, but nothing severe.

After they removed their V.R. headsets, they were met by the calculating gaze of the Head of Research and Development.

“You both need to be faster. Train harder or you’ll never unlock your full potentials.” The mad scientist, a Shinra board member by the name of Professor Hojo, held the clipboard in his hand. He was shorter than the teenage boy, but he still held power over Sephiroth.

In his other hand, Hojo held a pen and scribbled down notes on the sheet of paper clipped to the board. “Especially you, Bianca. You have barely tapped into your potential abilities."

Sephiroth’s brilliant cyan gaze flicked towards Bianca. Her indigo eyes widened, blowing out her feline-like pupils. The string looping around their separate wrists pulsated an angry red, allowing the anxiety and fear running through the strings to settle deep within his own stomach. It amplified the fear, sending it back to the small girl.

“This separation will make both of you stronger,” Hojo said, as he gripped onto Bianca’s right bicep. His spindly fingers bit into her soft knitted turtleneck.

Although he didn’t show it, his heart galloped as he watched Hojo lead Bianca away. He had to shelter her from Hojo, and he would. Thump. Thump. Thump.

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[bardic-tales]

Title: Lost

Pairing: Bianca (f!OC) / Sephiroth

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 448

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Setting: FF VII OG

Warnings: Violence, mental health, body horror, dystopian elements, fear / anxiety, paranoia, toxic relationships, isolation, enviromental destruction

Summary: Bianca and Sephiroth navigate the ruins of a decaying city in search of a remnant of Jenova.

Prompt Filled: Lost

Created for: #SephirothWeek hosted by @week-of-silver-winds

Excerpt:

“I think we already came this way,” the short, raven-haired woman craned her neck up and stared at the buildings towering towards the sky.

“We’re not lost. I know where we’re going.” Sephiroth replied. As he walked beside her, the wind whipped his silver hair around his waist and shoulders.

“I think we already came this way,” the short, raven-haired woman craned her neck up and stared at the buildings towering towards the sky.

Metal and other debris fell from the buildings, crashing around them, and kicked up dirt, dusting her darkened wings. Her feathers fluttered, shaking the crud from her velvet wings.

“We’re not lost. I know where we’re going.” Sephiroth replied. As he walked beside her, the wind whipped his silver hair around his waist and shoulders.

Bianca held back her sarcastic remark. His frustration echoed through the bond that tied them together. Clearly, he knew where they were going, as they passed the same bent street sign three times. He insisted he could feel the remnant of Jenova — a cluster of cells that was hidden away by Shinra.

Sephiroth walked further ahead of her now. His boots crunched over the fallen leaves and crumbled cobblestones in the relentless pursuit of his mother’s cells.

“There’s Pestock Ave again,” Bianca pointed out as they passed the green sign another time. They were going in circles — or so she thought.

Except, this sign did not read Pestock Ave. Rust eroded the first half of the name, but if one really squinted, they could make out the letters: est Prestock Ave.

Once again, Sephiroth marched forward. He held Masamune in his hand with the blade of the ōdachi pointed behind them. The black and silver blade gleamed in the moonlight flowing down on them. “This way.”

Fifteen minutes went by before they stood before a dilapidated building with a blinking green cross. Over the decaying arch, Bianca and Sephiroth could make out the words ‘Evergreen Hospital’.

As they stood before the ruined hospital, Bianca looked towards Sephiroth. Her stomach dropped. She couldn’t go in there. Through the bond that linked both of them through time and space, Bianca had been privy to the suffering Sephiroth had gone through at the hands of Hojo, as well as her own vivisections by the hands of the mad scientific and his assistant, Diana Ravenscroft. She was only alive thanks to her demonic regeneration.

No, she thought. I can’t.

“Come, Bianca.”

“Sephiroth? Are you sure it’s in there?”

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he walked to the entrance. She didn’t want to stay out there by herself. Who knew what types of fiends his presence kept at bay?

As she glanced over and stared at the back of his leather coat, which contoured to his body and stopped at his ankles, Bianca took a deep, steadying breath. He held the door open for her. Despite the anxiety rising in her, she stepped inside.

Still, she wondered if they were still lost.

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[bardic-tales]

Title: Library

Pairing: Bianca(f!OC) / Sephiroth

Other Characters: Asmodeus (m!OC)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1435

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7

Setting: Underground Library in Final Fantasy 7 OG

Warnings: Abandonment, blood, body horror, captivity, combat, death threats, demonology, disfigurement, distress, hallucinations, manipulation, mental instability, mind control, mutilation, supernatural horror, toxic relationships, violence.

Summary: Bianca battles a twisted illusion of Sephiroth which is conjured by her demonic father in the Underground Library.

Prompt Filled: Library

Created for: #SephirothWeek, hosted by the lovely people at @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, body horror since it features Bizarro-Sephiroth, and I can get somewhat descriptive in battle scenes.

Excerpt:

Bianca’s breath came in ragged gasps as she stood in an alcove in the underground library. Once more, she tried to open the door, but she found it locked. He had locked her in, but why?

The air was thick with the scent of worn pages and old leather, as the flickering light from the scattered candles cast long shadows across the ruin bookshelves. She tightened her grip around Noctemaris, her father’s demonic tachi. The dark blade hummed with a faint, corrupted resonance in her hand. Her wings flared behind her, the white feathers rustling in the unnatural currents of power that filled the chamber. She could feel Sephiroth’s presence, but it was wrong. Like her, he always carried a taint within him, but it was never as powerful as it was now.

Sephiroth simply turned the key and secured her captivity, locking her in here and abandoning her. She remembered the look in his eyes, as if nothing was there.

A low growl echoed through the library. Her senses strained as she scanned the darkness for the sound. As if summoned by her thoughts, the shadows converged on one spot at the end of the room. The wind became stronger and blew the books off the shelves, hitting her shoulder and chest. Then the shadows dissipated. Her mind grappled with what she saw: him.

This was not the man she had told she loved a mere two hours before his mind snapped. This was a grotesque distortion, a monstrous form that towered above her to the ceiling and toppled the surrounding bookshelf.

This creature had a corpse-like skin, with dark, purple veins pulsing with malevolent energy, mottling its grey surface. Bull-like horns jutted from either side of its head, curling menacingly aloft. As she narrowed her gaze, clenching her fingers tightly around Noctemaris, she observed a grotesque locust-like naked woman on top of its skull, twitching like a parasite. That’s what this influence truly was: a virus and a parasite.

Still, as she stared at it from the glowing egg-like orb, she couldn’t smell the scent of her beloved. This was not him, but merely a trick. The scent of blood and smoke took the place of roses, vanilla, and sandalwood. She had to get through him to arrive at Sephiroth’s side in Nibelheim.

Bizarro-Sephiroth’s and Jenova’s bug-like eyes stared down at her with a sickly, green glow.

“Asmodeus,” Bianca hissed, understanding that this abomination was no mere hallucination. It was an illusion — albeit a convincing one who had the power to end her life — but it was still an illusion, a cruel mockery of what her beloved would become to break her will.

“Amara.” The creature used Bianca’s middle name, cementing in her mind that this was not Sephiroth but her father. The creature’s voice was deep and distorted, almost as if it were painful to talk. “You always did cling to fantasies. Do you think he’ll love you after what you’ve become? After what he will become?”

Bizarro-Sephiroth floated towards her. The egg-like orb scraped against the floor and left a trail of jelly-like mucus behind him, splattering on the wall and bookshelf. Her thin, blonde brow narrowed, and the bridge of her nose wrinkled.

“I would follow Sephiroth into any abyss or world.” She raised Noctemaris. The star-drench blade shimmered in the candlelight, casting dancing shadows upon the toppled bookshelves and stone walls. “And if you think you can break me, Father, then you underestimated your own daughter. I will have my vengeance for my mothers and my husband.”

Noctemaris responded with a brilliant flare. Its surface swirled with nebulas and stardust. An aura of shadow crackled around it, as the blade tore its energy from the very fabric of the universe, casting an ethereal glow that shimmered like the night sky.

Bizarro-Sephiroth lunged, swinging his wing-like as thick as a tree trunk. The monstrous appendages cut thought he shadows of the Underground Library like immense scythes.

Bianca’s wings beat the surrounding air, propelling her upwards with a silent grace as she twisted above the gory feathers. She countered immediately. The cosmic tachi blazed with the light of distant galaxies. With a burst of power, Noctemaris’ slash carved through the darkness and slashed across the creature’s wing.

Guilt erupted within her, consuming her. She had only met Sephiroth recently, and she fell for him completely. She needed to remind herself that this creature was not Sephiroth but Asmodeus’ version of him.

The beast let out a furious roar, staggering back as the cosmic energy seared its grotesque flesh, leaving a trail of stardust glowing across the charred wound. As if sharing in the creature’s agony, the ‘locust’ on top of its head, fused to its skull, hissed.

With another feral snarl, Bizarro-Sephiroth retaliated, sweeping a wing across the library in a wide arc, the strike tearing through bookshelves and stone alike. She ducked down in time to slide beneath the limb.

Bianca held her hand up with her fingers outstretched. A corrupted wing surged forth with a malevolent force, buffeting the winged abomination that Asmodeus had summoned on the Planet. The gust clawed at his ashen hide, tendrils of shadow coiled around the damaged flesh, penetrating deep within his veins, pumping his fetid blood into her own body.

Still, the illusion loomed over her. It was relentless in its assault. Each swing of its massive wings carried monstrous strength.

“You will never be his equal, Bianca,” the beast’s voice reverberated with a deep and mocking tone, echoing through the cavernous room. “You are nothing but a stray at his heel. Stop foolishly chasing a dream that is already lost and come home. You will be my princess, and I will be the King of Existence.”

“I do not need to be his equal!” Bianca retorted, her voice a fierce growl now. “I only need to stand beside him. And I will tear down anyone who tries to take him from me — this alien force that is influencing him and even you, Father.”

Her wings flared out as she ascended towards the ceiling. Shadows warped around her. In the next moment, a dozen mirrored images of Bianca sprang into being, each an identical reflection of her. The illusions danced around the massive form of Bizarro-Sephiroth, weaving between his strikes and confusing him.

The abomination let out a furious bellow, swinging wildly at the apparitions, but each one dissolved like mist at the touch of his massive wings.

With the monster momentarily distraction, Bianca surged downward from above, Noctemaris aimed straight for the creature’s glowing orb where its body was. The cosmic tachi plunged deep. The stardust along its edge flared like a nova as Bianca drove it into the hardened cocoon and impaled the figure within it. Cosmic energy exploded outward, surging with a violent burst that sent the abomination stumbling backwards. Its grotesque form flickered as the illusion unraveled, exposing the twisted demonic magic that had created it.

Breathing heavily, Bianca landed in a crouch. Her wings folded behind her in a cascade of velvety white feathers. Her gaze remained locked on the distorted Sephiroth.

“This ends now, Father,” she whispered, extended a hand towards the fabric of reality itself. Blood dripped down her nose and onto the journals and text laying at her feet. Her body felt like giving out, but she needed to push herself a little longer.

Her blood-red stiletto nails glinted as she slashed through the air, tearing open a gash in the very veil of Asmodeus’ magic. Levitating off the ground, her wings unfurled to their full span, casting shadows across the stone floor. She raised Noctemaris high. Its cosmic surface pulsated once again with star dust.

With a swift, decisive slash, she cut through the gash. The blade channeled her dimensional energy and widened the tear into a full-fledged portal. The rift expanded, framed by writhing shadows and licking flames, an infernal portal that will allow her to jump through dimension to dimension: a toll that would weigh heavily on her body and secure her capture by Professor Hojo and Shinra during this night, but that future didn’t matter to her. Bianca needed to save him.

As she glanced one last time at the fading illusion of Bizarro-Sephiroth and the twisted grimace on his face, she plunged into the swirling vortex. Her form vanishing soon after.

After the portal sealed shut behind her with a last crack of flickering flame, the Underground Library descended into a heavy silence. Its echoes faded like the remnants of a forgotten nightmare to be rediscovered in five years’ time.

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[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.

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Title: Feathers Pairing: Bianca Moore(F!OC) / Sephiroth Rating: Mature Word Count: 642 Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Setting: North Crater Warnings: Body intimacy, captivity trauma, complex trauma, consensual touch, dark themes, emotional vulnerability, existential reflection, intimacy with wings, non-graphic sexual undertones, past abuse references, psychological trauma, sensitive subject matter, sensual touch, Shinra-related trauma, spiritual themes, subtle sensuality, traumatic past experiences. Summary: In a moment of intimacy, Sephiroth preens Bianca's feathers, as they talk about the true nature of the Promised Land. Prompt Filled: Feathers Created for: Sephiroth Week which is hosted by @week-of-silver-winds

Author's Note: I have been putting off writing a scene like this. I like to explore the differences between my angels and the 'angels' of Final Fantasy. I tend to headcanon that Bianca often has pin feathers, since her wings are always there unlike Sephiroth who manifests his wing. This was a perfect excuse to explore this in my writing and the larger setting of Fantasy Worlds Collide, itself.

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.

EXCERPT:

“What if the Promised Land isn’t a physical place, Sephiroth?” She sat on the wooden stool with her back to him. Her immense black wings streamed down her back and flexed at his gentle touch. As she sat there, the purple mist wafted from her feathers, rolled down her back and over his arms, and blanketed the craggy ground.

“What if the Promised Land isn’t a physical place, Sephiroth?” She sat on the wooden stool with her back to him. Her immense black wings streamed down her back and flexed at his gentle touch. As she sat there, the purple mist wafted from her feathers, rolled down her back and over his arms, and blanketed the craggy ground.

The water dripped off a large stalactite affixed and onto the widening puddle between two girthy stalagmites which towered above both the woman and Sephiroth. While outside the caves, the environment was frozen and covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, but a warmth settled over the cavernous chamber.

“What else could it be, Bia?” The fire crackled and licked the logs in their campfire, the flames dancing like a seductive lover. The light cast shadows over his angular face, heavy bottom lips, and whitish-silver pauldrons. His fingers pinched one of the pin feathers, and, immediately after, he stroked down the feather, wiggling from side to side.

She closed her eyes. There was something so intimate about him preening her. To know that those hands that have shed so much blood and set a town ablaze now caressed her velvety feathers. “A feeling and an ideology. To each group of people, it differs and represents their utopias. It explains why to Aerith and the Cetra the Promised Land is the Lifestream; to you, somewhere with your mother. It’s what a person’s heart truly desires.”

Sephiroth continued his slow, deliberate movements. His fingers still worked with tenderness, as he pinched and smoothed the delicate pin feathers along the curve of her wing. His touch lingered on the delicate feathers, while he plucked away any damaged strands and smoothed the barbs back into place.

She could feel each stroke down to her core, the intimacy of the act unraveling her defenses like so few things could. Her wings were not a mere production of power like his was, but a genuine part of her physiology: an extension of her body and divine essence.

Allowing Sephiroth to tend to them was like she was baring her soul to him. Each pin feather revealed a fragment of herself that she showed no one else, allowing her to shed her past and embrace her new future with him. This was a silent trust: something that Sephiroth and she both found precious. It was an acknowledgment that while the world saw them as agents of destruction, they could be something more together. They could be each other’s shelters and find some semblance of tenderness.

“So, to you, it’s not about reaching a place of abundance?” His fingers slid between her feathers, straightening one out that had become askew. “It’s about finding what fulfills us, is it?”

As he attended to the smaller, more sensitivity pin feathers near the base, her wings quivered involuntarily, eliciting a small gasp from her. It was startlingly pleasant, a reminder of how deeply rooted each feather was in her very being. His touch sent ripples of pleasures through her body, igniting each nerve within, as if he was caressing her soul with the same care and reverence that most reserved for sacred rituals.

“It isn’t a land we can claim with conquest nor a paradise we stumble upon.” Her body shuddered as his hand grazed a tender spot. “For you and me, it’s somewhere beyond all the battles and bloodshed. It’s where we are more than what my father, Asmodeus, and Shinra made us.”

Bianca grew silent as her gaze turned towards the flickering candlelight, the orange glow reflecting within her indigo eyes. For a moment, it seemed like she was searching for the sanctuary in the dancing flames.

“Maybe, Seph, we find the Promised Land in moments like this,” she whispered so softly, “when we’re not just surviving, but just being.”

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Title: Healing

Pairing: Bianca Moore (f!OC) / Sephiroth

Other Characters: Vincent Valentine

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 944

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Setting: Redemption!AU.

Warnings: Abuse, body horror, child abuse, clinical detachment, control and manipulation, dehumanization, emotional trauma, experimentation, forced drugging, graphic descriptions of medical procedures, isolation, needles, psychological torture, restraint, shock collars, threats of forced breeding, trauma bonding.

Summary: Sephiroth and Bianca share memories of their traumatic past under Hojo’s experimentation, finding solace and strength in each other’s presence as they begin to heal, as Vincent Valentine serves as a guide.

Squared Filled: Healing

Created for: Sephiroth Week which is hosted by the lovely people over at @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. Also, this one is very dark as it is about healing from trauma like the kind Hojo put on Sephiroth.

AU: As this is placed in my Redemption!AU, please note it is very canon divergent. In this AU, Sephiroth and his fellow SOLDIERs broke off from Shinra and are now fighting the good fight while he battles to control Jenova's encroaching influence. Aerith and Vincent play the role of healing guides, allowing both Bianca and Sephiroth a safe space to express themselves.

EXCERPT:

He had never thought of this: of healing. The mere word seemed foreign to him, as if the word belonged to lives untouched by experimentation and the cruel scalpel and needles of Hojo. However, as he looked at Bianca and the way her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and covered the joints where her dark wings met her back, Sephiroth knew he couldn’t turn away. Not from her. Not now.

Sephiroth sat across from Bianca at the table. His hands folded in his lap as he stared at her. The light flickered, casting a shadow over their faces as if it was a protective shield. Only Vincent Valentine, a former Turk turned member of AVALANCHE, was with them — silent, watchful, and a guide on this new, unexpected journey.

He had never thought of this: of healing. The mere word seemed foreign to him, as if the word belonged to lives untouched by experimentation and the cruel scalpel and needles of Hojo. However, as he looked at Bianca and the way her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and covered the joints where her dark wings met her back, Sephiroth knew he couldn’t turn away. Not from her. Not now.

“Memories,” Vincent began, his red eyes glinted in the faint light. As he talked, the tips of his fangs glimmered against his lips. “They hold us in ways we don’t realize, but they don’t have to keep that hold.”

Once again, Sephiroth glanced at Bianca. Her indigo eyes now softened with looked like unshed tears. Each teardrop sparkled on her thick, black lashes like the stars in the night sky. He felt that tug at the red string binding them. Emotions bled through like the remnants of a wound. Holding his gaze, she conveyed a gentle understanding without saying a word. The memory was vivid against the backdrop of his thoughts.

“It was winter,” Sephiroth began. His voice carried a tension that he rarely allowed himself to show or feel. Tension did not make a productive SOLDIER — or that was what Hojo had told Bianca and Sephiroth. These words felt foreign and very heavy, like he was sinking beneath waves in the middle of the Meridian Ocean, and yet as he looked at Bianca and Vincent, he pressed on. “I was ten. Maybe. Hojo had restrained me, always pushing with new injections. New dosages. He wasn’t just obsessed with results. Oh no. He was hungry to see how far he could drive me, how much Jenova’s cells could transform.”

His words caught, as if part of him still resisted the memory. Bianca reached over, sliding her hand on top of his. Her warmth anchored him. She intertwined her fingers with his, offering strength.

Bianca took a deep breath. The next words coming from her were as soft as the touch she held onto him with. “It was the same for me. Every new test, every fresh cut. It-It felt like a way for him to feed his hunger for control. I was just the other half of his obsession. Infusing those cells and knowing it would tear apart what I was at my core. I was only eight.”

As their memories came together, Vincent’s silent presence offered a comfortable stability. Together, they had faced an ugly, shared past. That night, they spoke of needles and restraints, of the cold sterility of metal that seeped into their bones, chilling Sephiroth even now. Most of all, they spoke of Hojo’s voice, and remembered the clinical detachment that cut into their identities as easily as his scalpel cut through their flesh and his bone saw cut through her bones. Their words filled a gap left behind by a childhood filled with fear: shock collars, dehumanization, and the threat that one day Hojo meant to breed them to create hybrids between them when they came of age. All of this to break each of them down to the perfect weapon for the Planet and his Reunion theory.

It was painful, but there was a release in that pain. Sephiroth hadn’t expected or sought for the freedom. It reminded him of wielding his Masamune in battle, a feeling of striking through something impenetrable, like a steel building. Here, instead, he was slicing through memory one shard of torment at a time.

“You’re not alone in those memories.” Vincent’s words were an indistinct murmur. “Look at each other. Remember, you’re together now. You both survived.”

Sephiroth’s hand tightened around Bianca’s. The pull on the thread of fate between them was stronger now and humming with a shared understanding. In her eyes, he saw resilience — the same tenacity that her purification aura held to keep Jenova’s influence at bay, shielding him even when it cost her everything: her home world, her afterlife, her friends, and even her own identity. She gave up everything to save him and protect the mortal she had known since she was a child.

“We’re not experiments, Sephiroth.” She leaned closer. The scent of her pumpkin spice and vanilla soap permeated the air between them. “We’re not just some subjects in Hojo’s notes or some vessels for an alien orgasm. He can’t take our soul-link and use it against us. Not anymore.”

For the first time, since he had taken Bianca from the labs and escaped with her into the slums of Sector 7 and rallied his old SOLDIER comrades to his side, he felt something within him crack. His hand rose to her cheek, the touch soft and fleeting, before he lowered it back to his lap, unconcerned about Vincent witnessing the gesture. For the first time, he allowed himself to hope. He wanted to believe it — that they were more than Hojo and Jenova’s legacy, more than mere vessels for suffering. In that quiet moment, he saw a glimmer of possibility: a possibility for healing and for redemption.

As they sat there, his hand delicately clasped with hers, Sephiroth felt the weight of his past shift. As long as he had his friends and her, it became something he could bear.

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Title: Mourning Pairing: Bianca Moore (F!OC) / Sephiroth Rating: Mature Word Count: 958 Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Setting: Redemption!AU Warnings: abuse, anxiety, blood (metaphor), childhood trauma, combat-related trauma, emotional manipulation, grief, needles (mention), psychological abuse, PTSD, self-doubt, trauma, violence Summary: As Bianca and Sephiroth are both haunted by their pasts, they find solace in each other while mourning what could have been. Squared Filled: Mourning Created for: Sephiroth Week hosted by the lovely people at @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.

As this is placed in my Redemption!AU, please note it is very canon divergent. In this AU, Sephiroth and his fellow SOLDIERs broke off from Shinra and are now fighting the good fight while he battles to control Jenova's encroaching influence.

EXCERPT:

“I used to dream of things like this,” Sephiroth said at last. “Quiet rooms, places that weren’t full of sterile walls or needles. Just… somewhere safe with you." He looked down at his hands. “But that isn’t who I am anymore.”

A late autumn night cast long shadows across their bedroom in their home that they now shared with the other former members of SOLDIER: Angeal Hewley, Genesis Rhapsodos, Kunsel, and Zack Fair.

Sephiroth sat on the edge of the bed with the mattress and the floral print bedspread sinking beneath his weight. The silence between them was the type that cut deep to the bone, causing a spike of anxiety in her which he felt through the soul-link that was always present between them. He hadn’t moved in hours, staring out the window as if the weight of his past lay somewhere outside, knocking to allow itself in.

Earlier that evening, Sephiroth had awoken from another nightmare. Memories of battles he once fought without question and missions ordered by voices from men in suits he now cursed haunted him. His hand tightened into a fist, and Bianca covered it with her own. The simple gesture from the celestial being grounded him in a way that the past often refused to allow.

“You don’t have to face it alone, Sephiroth,” she whispered, her melodic voice breaking the silence stretching between them. She had always been there: through the torture, the needles, the experiments, and the blood on his hands. He didn’t deserve her — or, at least, that was what he told himself.

She would tell him the opposite, as she always saw the good in him. She saw the man beneath the monster and beneath the SOLDIER poster boy. Bianca saw him.

He nodded before speaking. “Sometimes, Bia, I wonder if it would’ve been easier if - “

His voice trailed off as he studied Bianca. His throat tightened as he allowed himself to feel the regret he rarely allowed himself to feel. What would life have been like if she hadn’t fallen from the stars into his arms when they were children? Would Sephiroth have met on different terms, as two people who were free to choose their own lives rather than a SOLDIER and a celestial warrior bound by their scars and sorrow?

“They stole so much from us.” Her voice cracked. “Everything I was and everything you could have been . . . Just gone. Twisted by them.”

A long silence enveloped them. It was thick with words that were left unspoken but needed to be. These words lingered on the edge of consciousness, too emotionally charged for Sephiroth to say or Bianca to admit. They were the words that made one weak.

“I used to dream of things like this,” Sephiroth said at last. “Quiet rooms, places that weren’t full of sterile walls or needles. Just… somewhere safe with you.” He looked down at his hands. “But that isn’t who I am anymore.”

Bianca turned to him and gently cupped his face with her hands on his cheeks. She’d known him as both victim and SOLDIER, but she also knew the boy she once knew was still within him. No amount of Hojo’s cruelty could erase it.

“You’re still that boy, Sephiroth,” she spoke. Her indigo eyes glistened in the dimly lit light cast by the flickering candles by their bed. “No matter what they did to you, to us, that part of you isn’t gone. We just . . . have to find it. Have to find us.”

“Bianca, you know the things I’ve done. How can either of us deserve anything after that?”

Once again, they lapsed into silence. He could feel her thoughts through their bond as she searched for words, knowing that they both wore scars that no one could ever erase. But as he looked into her eyes, he realized it wasn’t about trying to find the perfect place. It was about trying to create something new and something real. Achieving this could only happen by taking one step at a time.

“Maybe, it won’t erase the past, Seph.” Her hand turned as she intertwined their fingers together. “But if we can be more than they made us, we have to believe in it. We’ve come too far together to give u on that now.”

Sephiroth looked back out at the window. His silver brow furrowed, as lines wrinkled across his forehead. Could he really hope for that dream he had been forced to forget: a peaceful life that could only exist after dismantling Shinra?

They sat like that for a while. She held his hand as they watched colored leaves float past their window in the pale moonlight. Their bond was not just forged by their mutual grief, but also by the unwavering support they found in each other and the rest of the former SOLDIERs. Knowing that the road ahead would be fraught with pain, they drew closer to each other, finding a delicate sense of tranquility in their shared sorrow for their lost innocence.

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October 23 to October 29 | My Sephiroth Week Masterlist

Welcome to my Sephiroth Week 2024 Master List. This special event, which is hosted by week-of-silver-winds, is dedicated to celebrating the iconic character from Final Fantasy VII through fan art and fan fiction. For my part, I will devote a special focus on my oc x canon ship of Sephiroth and my original character, Bianca Moore.

Each day of the week features a unique prompt that inspired a flash fiction. Below you will find links to my works from this year's event for your enjoyment.

Day 1: Lost Lost - Read on Tumblr Bianca and Sephiroth navigate the ruins of a decaying city in search of a remnant of Jenova.

Day 2: Youth Youth - Read on Tumblr In a stimulated combat scenario, Bianca and Sephiroth confront the powerful summons Bahamut and Shiva to prove their abilities to Professor Hojo.

Day 3: Feathers Feathers - Read on Tumblr Brief description of the work or your thoughts about it.

Day 4: Masamune Masamune - Read on Tumblr In the frigid North Crater, Bianca and Sephiroth face off against Cloud and his companions in a chaotic battle.

Day 5: Library Library - Read on Tumblr Bianca battles a twisted illusion of Sephiroth which is conjured by her demonic father in the Underground Library.

Day 6: Mourning Mourning - Read on Tumblr As Bianca and Sephiroth are both haunted by their pasts, they find solace in each other while mourning what could have been.

Day 7: Healing Healing - Read on Tumblr Sephiroth and Bianca share memories of their traumatic past under Hojo’s experimentation, finding solace and strength in each other’s presence as they begin to heal, as Vincent Valentine serves as a guide.