Everything, Final Fantasy VII (Jenova/Sephiroth)
Title: Everything Author: skeren Rating: G Warnings: None really. Word count: 391 Prompt: mindfuck – “Her caress was gentle before it turned rough.”
At first, mother was everything good. She was gentle, loving, accepting and reassuring. She was everything he had never gotten enough of. She did not admire, but she was proud of him. That was a familiar sensation, but so very different in that way. He did not fully understand how she seeped into him, made him crave her physical presence. But he did, so he went to her, dismissing the pangs of before.
The loyalties of before. They had never done anything for him. Not enough at least, and that left him alone, with only mother to fill the void. Mother was more than happy to, wanting to make him better, stronger.
She wanted him to destroy and let his anger go. He resisted, only a bit, and she persuaded, almost demanded, that he proceed. He did not want to disappoint her, so he moved forward, did as she asked of him, and things grew harder.
He met her, finally met her in body outside his mind, and they tried to keep him away from her. He ignored the pains, mother helped him, caressed him securely in his mind to keep him focused on her as inconsequentiallies were dismissed.
It brought him pain when that dismissal led to burning, aching sharpness in the lifestream, when it tried to swallow him and his mother whole.
Then, things turned.
Mother was angry with him for allowing himself to be beaten. She was angry he did something that displeased her so soon after she was to be free. She was so very angry that it added to the burning, it made places ache inside that the lifestream did not touch.
Even after the lifestream receded, her caresses turned into taloned grips, her light loving entwinement turned to pure vicious possession. He wanted to know why and she refused to say. He was hers, and no others, and it was a failing she would fix. She was determined to fix his failure for herself and allowed him no chances outside that.
If it hurt, it was not unfamiliar. It was everything he had known before and more. It was everything bad and sharp and jagged that had been there and been ignored.
If at first she was everything good...
By the end she was simply everything, and it was no longer his choice to make.