Writing Prompt Wednesday: Loveless and Life


Okay, everyone! True confession here…

I am a Final Fantasy Fangirl. I love the series. And while I haven’t had the time to beat Final Fantasy XV, I have had the time to watch the cutscene movies posted on YouTube.

Now, as much as I will praise the beauty of the game, some of the story… a LOT of the story has been left out. So, when I came across two characters like Ignis and Aranea, and a ten year time jump where we have no idea what’s going on with 3 of your 4 party members… yeah. It’s fanfiction time!!! I may post this. I may not. I’m thinking I will, if and ONLY if I end up doing 2 more prompts for Prompto and Gladiolus. If you have any thoughts, let me know. Now, on with the show!!!

This week’s sentence: If I could, I would give you the world.

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved***

“If I could, I would give you the world.”

She wanted to smile as they continued to trek on through the wasteland to their campsite. His accented tenor always struck her as musical during quiet moments. But she wasn’t sure of his reason for picking that quote. “The world is quite a gift, but someone with true power would give me the stars,” she recited.

He turned his head in her direction. “You know Loveless?”

“Try not to be so surprised, Specs.” She gently nudged his shoulder, careful not to throw him off balance. “My sister was obsessed with that play. She thought it was so tragic and romantic.”

“What about you?” he asked. “Did secretly love it as much as your sister?”

“I thought it was a piece of shit.” She glanced at his face noting how the muscles in his jaw loosened, but he never opened his mouth. “The hero did nothing but whine because he thought he wasn’t worthy of anyone’s love when in reality the woman that truly loved him got herself killed trying to protect him. Then, he goes off to war in her honor, only to die a stupid death.”

Ignis chuckled. “Yes, when told that way, I can see where the story may have some holes.” He paused and tilted his head to the side. “Aranea, do you hear?” he asked in a whisper.

She straightened as she looked around the area. Even blind, Ignis was more capable than most of the men in her army. Her eyes narrowed at the bushes moving in the distance. She frowned as she saw the furred hide of one of the beasts that prowled the wasteland. “I see one,” she said softly. Their conversation about that annoying play would have to wait until they were in a safe place. Her eyes continued to scan the terrain. The darkness was a hindrance, but it couldn’t be helped.

And she would never be so crass as to say mention the darkness to Ignis. He was adjusting to his blindness. His adventures and talks with her in the months since the Prince’s disappearance taught her that while he bounced back from his injuries. But that never meant he didn’t have his own self-deprecating moments. Aranea hated when he fell into those moments. Most of the time, it was almost impossible to break him out of them.

Before she could turn, Ignis pushed her back and attacked with his lance. Her eyes were round as she heard the high-pitched whine of the daemon dying on the end of the weapon. She pressed her lips together as she summoned her javelin and realized they had a larger problem than she thought.

They were surrounded by daemons, and the campsite was still too far to run.

She took up her place at his back. “I count six,” she told him. “Including the one in the bushes.”

“I hear the same,” he replied.

Aranea reached her free arm around his waist. “Things are going to get a little cold,” she said before banishing her weapon and summoning a spell orb. Before Ignis could say anything, she threw the orb down at their feet. “Move!” she bellowed. She turned and locked her arms around his waist as they ran. The area they stood quickly frosted over and lightning crashed around them. Aranea made sure he kept his pace with her. Once they were out of immediate danger she loosened her grip on his waist and transferred it to his hand.

“Aranea,” he warned.

She slowed her run. If they needed, she could always throw him over her shoulder and take off. But she needed him to realize he was more than some tragic hero in a shit play. He had a disability, but that didn’t mean he was worthless and unlovable. “I hate that fucking play,” she hissed as she continued to lead him to their campsite.

He was silent as they went on. Aranea silently fumed, even as she acknowledged she had no clue why she was upset. But as she saw the glowing lamps of the campsite haven, she realized they never dropped each other’s hand. “Ignis,” she whispered as she moved to release him.

He tightened his grip. “I’m curious,” he started. “What would you say to someone who offered you the world?”

“I wouldn’t want it,” she admitted. She then turned to the campsite and lead him through the magical barriers that kept the daemons at bay. “I barely like controlling an army. Having a world to govern isn’t my thing.”

He nodded as he removed his pack. “As one of the King’s circle, I could be tasked with helping rebuild parts of Insomnia or other sections of the world.”

She knew what he wasn’t saying. “And I could be offered a job and be away for months on end,” she said easily.

He grinned in that self-deprecating way again. “Off seeing the world, or whatever is left of it.”

Aranea dropped her pack and turned to him. “Do you regret going to Altissia?” She waited for him to turn towards her and folded her arms over her chest. “Do you regret saving all of those people? Do you regret your service to Noctis?”

He stood and faced her fully. “Never,” he snapped.

“Then stop acting like it!” she shouted at him. When he stopped, she continued. “You think we all help you because we pity you? Like you’re some sort of tragic victim because you can’t see? We help you because we respect you!”

He turned his face away from her. “You grabbed me because I couldn’t see.”

“I let you run under your own power because I didn’t want you to think I thought you were weak.”

“With the others….”

“I would have thrown Prompto over my shoulder in a heartbeat. I’m faster and stronger than you boys. That doesn’t mean I respect any of you any less than what you deserve.” She ran her hands through her hair and started to pace across the campsite. The anger she felt since the beginning of their conversation started to boil in her. “I probably would have left Gladiolus to his fate simply because he’s trained to take magic hits like that. So yes, I helped you get out of a dangerous situation. Just like I would have for any of my comrades.” She stood in front of him and lowered her hands. “You’re acting like a child, and it’s breaking my heart. Stop it.”

Ignis swallowed as he reached forward for her. “I cannot offer you the world,” he said softly.

She stood still as he brought his hands up to her face and gently traced her features. “Never wanted the world,” she said again. When he frowned at her, she smiled. “I know you’re trying to be all poetic and trying to tell me how you feel without saying how you feel. But I don’t care. I understand the meaning of your duty to the crown, and I would never expect you to choose me over Noctis. I don’t want riches or the world. I don’t even want the stars in the sky. I just want you, Specs.”

His hands dropped from her face. “You don’t mean that,” he said before turning to the tent at his feet.

Aranea nodded as she moved away from him and went to her own pack. She wouldn’t chase him around like a lovesick teen. She had more self-respect than that. As she quickly moved to build the fire, she thought about everything she knew about the royal retainer.

It wasn’t much. He would only let her know tidbits of his life before Noctis disappeared. He was the one that took care of everyone. He was the chief medic and master strategist. He was also the group’s chef. Aranea could remember a few times when she would hear him mumbling about spices or a recipe he mentally put together.

Nearly an hour passed as they unpacked supplies. Aranea sat in a chair as he started to cook dinner for them both. “I could help with that,” she offered.

“I have it,” he replied. He held up one of the glass bottles with seasoning in it. “Prompto had these made a month ago.”

She made a noise of approval when she saw that the glass bottle was engraved. “He’s a good friend.” She reached into her bag and pulled out her canteen.

“He was the first person to befriend the king when he was in school.” Ignis went back to preparing the meal. “When the offer was given to him to train to be a part of the Kingsguard, he was honestly surprised. Then he went into it with guns blazing.” He chuckled at his own pun before carrying the stewpot to the fire.

Aranea smiled as she watched him with his defenses down. She leaned back in her chair and waited for him to continue his tales.

The smirk on his face faded as he faced the fire. “There was a young woman that asked what you are. She knew I was dedicated to my duties at the palace. She said she was fine with it. I loved her in every way I knew. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted the stars in the sky, and I couldn’t even give her the world.”

“So you give up on living because a child didn’t know what she could and couldn’t handle.” She shook her head. “And I thought you were the smart one.” She stood and started to pace again.

He frowned as he also stood straight. “I did not give up on life,” he argued.

“You gave up on living. There’s a difference.” She crossed the campsite and stood in front of him. “Everything you do is for Noctis. Everything.”

“That is my duty.”

“Noctis is gone. And he may not come back.”

“I can’t think that way.” Ignis shook his head and stepped away from Aranea and the fire. “I won’t think that way.”

“How long are you going to live in stasis waiting for something that may not happen for years? You could grow old and die off before he comes back. And you would never have known how to live.”

“What about you?” he asked in turn. He marched over to her and curled his hands into fists. “All of this talk about living, you could be killed at any moment.”

“But I will never regret the way I lived.” She looked reached forward and ignored his flinch when she took off his glasses. Aranea took his face in both of her hands and pressed their foreheads together. “The things that I have done, yes. Reasons behind those things, yes. But I will never say I didn’t live a full life.”

His hands mirrored her actions and his shoulders fell. “I will demand every ounce of you in return,” he said softly.

“Nothing between us,” she said in the same tone. “Not when we’re together.”

Ignis turned his head slightly and covered her mouth with his. Aranea’s hands went into his hair he kissed her. Her world felt righted as he pulled her closer to his body. His lean form was hidden well by his clothes, but she could feel the corded muscles underneath his suit. She moaned when he took down her ponytail. With the way he held her and tangled his hands in her hair, she knew he would make demands of her.

And she was more than willing to give in to them.

He softened the pressure of his lips slightly before letting her go. “I should really get back to dinner,” he told her.

She smiled and nodded at him. “You do that. I’ll keep watch.”

As they parted, Aranea noticed that he had taken one of her hands as was holding on to her. “All you want is me?” he asked, once again unsure.

“All of me, for all of you,” she told him.

“And when Noctis returns? If I have to leave you? Or if you need to leave me?”

She smiled and placed his hand against her heart. “I’ll come back to you. Even if you don’t promise to wait. I’ll return knowing you’ll be here.”

He pulled her back into his embrace. “I could grow to hate that blasted play,” he mumbled before sealing their pact with a kiss.


The other two fics I have in mind are for PromptoxIris and GladioxCindy. Don’t be too surprised if they turn up here!

Dawn 🙂

Writing Prompt Wednesday: Best Laid Plans


It’s Writing Prompt Wednesday! I know it’s a little late getting out, but I wasn’t finished with it until after midnight, and honestly, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. So better late than never!

Anyways, this week is going to take a look at something that happened between Precarious Possessions and Dangerous Dalliances. I hope you all enjoy!!!

This week’s prompt: Well, that didn’t go as planned.

Hope you enjoy!

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved*****

“Well, that didn’t go as planned,” Troy said lowly.

Madison mused as she lifted a bottle of water to her lips. “Says you,” she snorted. She looked across the room and smiled at the man that raised her. “I’ve been waiting four years for this moment.”

Her husband laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “You’re not scared that he’ll retaliate?”

“How?” Madison looked at him. “I’m not sixteen, so it’s not like he can take my car. And the kids making his birthday cake is nothing more than a sweet gesture that comes from the hearts of babes.”

Troy looked at her. His golden eyes sparkled in amusement. “You are just cruel,” he mused as he pressed a kiss into her hair.

Madison smiled as she looked at her twin sons and niece as they spoke quietly with Victor. The former king of vampires stoically ate the cake they proudly made with Lacey’s magic, and ingredients they saw Troy use in countless recipes. As she looked around the room, Troy’s words seemed to ring true. Her life hadn’t gone as planned. Troy came back to her. They had been married for months and she was heavily pregnant with their daughter. The boys were thrilled with the idea of having a little sister. Kayin even promised that she could be a princess like Lacey.

There were still touchy times. Alex would come by on weekends, but he would never stay longer than a day. She knew he missed Claudia, but he made her swear not to interfere. Otherwise, they all knew she would have dragged the girl back from Germany kicking and screaming.

“Should I worry about that grin?” Troy asked.

Madison sighed as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “No, I promised to be a good little Necromancer.” She looked at the half-eaten meal on her plate and frowned. “This wasn’t as good as yours,” she said moving the steak away.

He laughed and moved her from her chair to his lap. Troy pressed a kiss to the mating mark on her neck. “You don’t have to flatter me, Mrs. Davenport. I’m a sure thing when we get home.”

She blushed as he rubbed circles on her lower back. Troy always seemed to know when her back was bothering her. The way he took care of her made her cherish him all the more. “You may have to take a raincheck,” she said as she leaned her head against his. “Planning this party took more out of me than I thought it would.”

He nodded. “You should have let Dylan and Jessica do it,” he agreed. “Neither of them is pregnant and they would have let me cook.”

She frowned as she pulled away far enough to look at him. His expression matched hers, and it stung. Madison hated having him upset with her. Even over the smallest things. Her displeasure melted away as she ran her fingers through his hair and hugged him. “If you catered the party, then I wouldn’t have my plus one, Mr. Maxwell,” she grumbled.

“You may not have had me as your plus one, but you would have eaten.” He pressed another kiss to her neck and continued to rub her back. “You also wouldn’t have been on your feet all evening.” A sigh escaped him as she went liquid against his body. “You have to learn when to let other people handle things, Maleficent.”

Madison tightened her arms at the nickname. “I’m trying Troy. I really am,” she confessed.

He smiled against her skin. “The kids are coming over,” he told her.

Madison straightened and turned to see Kayin and Aiden with Lacey. The boys each held a piece of cake and all three wore smiles so bright they put the sun to shame. She returned the smile and glanced at where her foster father sat. “What’s going on?” she asked carefully.

Aiden stepped forward. “Grandfather said that as the chefs, we should present our creation to you.”

“And he said that you’ve always liked cake, so he wanted you and Uncle Troy to have some,” Lacey added.

Madison looked at Troy and swallowed. They knew the cake the kids made wasn’t the best. While their hearts were in the right place, there was no saving the poor desert that was too much salt, baking powder and butter, and not enough sugar, flour, and butter.

Kayin frowned as he looked at his parents. “Told you they wouldn’t eat it,” he mumbled.

Madison frowned at his tone. She remembered too many years of a chip on her shoulder where her biological parents were concerned. There was no way she would allow one of her children to feel an ounce of doubt when her love came into question. She looked at where Victor sat and smiled. “You’re evil,” she thought at him. When he smiled and raised his glass, her smile fell.

“Where do you think you get it from, my dear?” he countered.

Troy leaned forward and looked at the three chefs. “What is the creation before us?” he asked as he took the plates from Aiden and Kayin. When the twins looked at each other, he winked at Madison. “As chefs, when you present your dish, you have to tell the consumer what they’re about to eat. I mean, it’s bad form to serve a person what they think are frog legs and you’re really giving them snail.”

Three sets of eyes widened. “People eat snails?” Aiden asked in a whisper.

“People eat frog legs?” Lacey asked. “Don’t they know how gross that is?”

Troy smirked. “It actually tastes like chicken,” he commented.

Kayin stepped forward. “We made a cake Alex found online for us. He said that if we do good for Grandfather’s birthday, then we could make it for his. It’s a vanilla cake with a homemade cherry frosting, since that’s what Grandfather likes. Miss Becca was busy, so we decided to help.”

Madison smiled as she reached out and touched Kayin’s hair. “I’m sure this will be delicious,” she said softly. She glanced at Troy and swallowed as she picked up her fork.

“After getting all of the ingredients together, I used my magic to make the cake,” Lacey said with a smile. “It’s not as fun as sewing, but cooking is fun too.”

Madison cut off a bite of cake with her fork and sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening. She had a feeling her face would betray her if she didn’t like the taste. As she brought the fluffy yellow desert to her mouth, she tried to think of various excuses for whatever reaction she would have.

She ate the piece of cake and frowned. She expected a mouth full of baking soda and salt, but what she got wasn’t half bad. Madison leaned forward and ate another piece, this time making sure to get some of the icing as well. She looked at the three in front of her and swallowed the cake in her mouth. It was a little salty and kind of off, but she couldn’t help but what another bite. “You three have really outdone yourselves,” she said with a smile. When the boys started to beam at her, she felt her daughter move. She smirked as she placed Troy’s free hand on her belly. “But I think next time, we get Daddy to help out and do all the cooking and baking.”

Lacey frowned as she looked at Troy. “I don’t want to eat frogs or snails,” she pouted.

Troy nodded as he painted a smile on his face. “I would never serve you one. He may be a prince for the princess.”

Madison laughed as Lacey’s expression turned horrified and Kayin’s smile turned to a deep frown. “What’s the matter Puppy?” she asked.

“Our baby’s a wolf princess,” he said stubbornly. “Wolves eat frogs,” he said before walking away.

Madison waited until all three children left to go play before daring to look at Troy. After a moment, they both started laughing. “Frogs?” she asked before eating another bite of cake. “And snails?”

He shrugged as he watched her demolish the cake in front of her. “It couldn’t be worse than that cake,” he mumbled against her neck.

She shook her head. “It’s not that bad,” she said before taking another bite.

Troy laughed as he rubbed her lower back again. “I think we’ve reached the pickles and ice cream portion of your pregnancy,” he commented.

Madison frowned as she looked at her empty plate. “I think so too,” she said lowly. She then looked at Troy. “But right now, this is really good,” she said before taking his cake.

He laughed as she leaned back in his arms and continued to eat. Madison looked out on the dance floor and saw that various members of vampire nobility were talking amongst themselves. Her sister and brother in law were trapped in a corner with a handful of stuffy old men. The kids were out on the dancefloor dancing with Leigh, Jessica, and the ever-present Antonio. Madison put the cake down and turned to Troy again. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him gently. When she pulled away from his mouth, she smiled at him. “I didn’t plan on you,” she said softly. His golden eyes danced with amusement as she kissed him again.

He chuckled as she leaned against him. “That’s because I’m the wolf that ate your prince,” he commented. “He just rubbed off on me.”

She loved his humor. “You ate my prince? Really?”

Troy took her hand in his and entwined their fingers. “Yup. Since you were the evil queen, I had to become the big bad wolf.” His eyes danced with amusement as he kissed her knuckles. “Besides,” he comforted. “He was a frog.”

Madison couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her. She leaned forward and kissed him. “I do love you, Troy,” she whispered against his mouth.