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.

Writing Prompt Wednesday: Doubt


It’s Writing Prompt Wednesday again! This week, I’m going to go with the first couple I ever published, Chance and Christobal! Since I’ve been playing in their world for the past few weeks, I figured I may as well stop in and see what was going on with them. Hopefully, you will enjoy this little scene I’m calling Doubt.

This week’s prompt: Shake it until you see it.

Hope you enjoy!

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

“Shake it until you see it.”

“I don’t think it works that way.”

“Polaroids do.”

“Actually, they don’t.”

Chance frowned as she placed the small stick on the side of her sink. For weeks she would feel ill at different times. Her magic was barely under control and her emotions were even worse. “You would think that with as much magic that we have around here, finding out if someone’s pregnant should be simple, right?”

“Nothing about life and death is simple,” Freddie said softly. Her own magic still fluctuated. There were times when she would see the corpses of random people on the streets. Ghosts followed her periodically and once the corpses of various animals on the property followed her. Before Chance could apologize, she shook her head and smiled. “But that would also take out some of the fun and surprises.”

She just wanted to eat a burger without worrying if it would come back up. “I’ll remember that when it’s your turn.” Chance caught sight of her blush and leaned forward. “Does that mean I should have bought two?” she teased as she lifted the small box for the pregnancy test.

Freddie shook her head and rubbed at the back of her neck. “No, Daeon has been nothing short of a gentleman.” She leaned her head back against the door she sat against and sighed. “We’ve kissed a few times. But I just can’t get into it.”

Chance concentrated on washing her hands as she thought about Freddie’s hesitation. The elf that stole Freddie’s heart was still missing after a year. And now another elf seems to have taken a liken to her. “Have you told Daeon about Tristan?” she asked.

“He says that he’s completely fine with being patient. But if he’s anything like the other men we know, he’s totally not fine with it.” Freddie sighed as she brought her hand up to massage over her heart. “It’s just that I feel him still here. Like he’s just out of sync. And I could reach out and touch him if I tried hard enough.”

“Tristan wouldn’t want that,” Chance said as she dried her hands. She glanced at the test and frowned when she saw the single mandatory line of the test appear. “If he gets out, so does Asran.”

“And that bitch can rot,” Freddie said as she jumped to her feet.

Chance watched as she paced across the large bathroom and back. A muse left Chance as she leaned against the sink and crossed her arms over her stomach. “You realize the pacing thing is why I didn’t want Chris in here, right?”

Freddie paused and looked at her feet. She then smiled. “I actually figured it was because you didn’t want him to see you cry when you read the results.”

Chance rolled her eyes and turned away from both the test and Freddie. “I’ll be perfectly fine, no matter what it says.”


Chance looked out of a window and shook her head. “Absolutely not,” she replied. “Aubrey is a gem and I wouldn’t replace her for all of the power in the universe. But I don’t think I’d be that great as a mom.” When Freddie snorted, she frowned and looked at her friend. “What?”

“I’ve seen more than my fair share of bad parents. You will be amazing. I mean, come on, you’re an actual dragon. What better to guard the treasure that will be your child?” Freddie then shrugged before sitting on the side of the tub. “Hell, if I ever pop one out, they will be spending almost their entire life with Auntie Chance and Uncle Christobal. Maybe Uncle Drake too.”

Chance laughed as she felt her hands shake. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered. Tears started to fill her eyes as she thought of a small child that was both a dragon and a phoenix. “I know I can’t. A mix of me and Chris? Do you realize that child will know zero fear?” she asked.

Freddie smiled. “That might be a good thing.” Chance’s glare made her laugh. “This way you know you won’t raise a wilting flower.”

Before Chance could reply, a small alarm went off. Both she and Freddie turned to the sink counter and looked at the small pregnancy test. Chance swallowed as she pressed her back against the window. “I can’t do this,” she said softly.

Freddie stepped in front of the sink and stood in front of Chance. “No matter what, you’ll be fine,” she said placing her hands on the other woman’s shoulders.

The touch grounded her. Chance inhaled as she tried to regain control of her trembling form. She blinked as Freddie lead her to the bathroom door. “What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper.

Freddie opened the door to reveal the prince of the fire demons pacing in front of their bed. She looked at Christobal and gently nudged Chance towards him. “We didn’t read the results,” she told him. When he frowned, she shook her head. “Chance is a little worried, and I think she should take a minute to calm down.”

Chance closed her eyes as Christobal’s arms wrapped around her body. She inhaled his scent and felt her body relax against him. Freddie was right. As long as she and her husband were together, they could take on anything.

Freddie went back into the bathroom and Chance took a minute to look at Christobal. “What are we going to do with a dragon/phoenix baby?” she asked in a whisper.

He smirked as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We let it hatch, Kitten.” He laughed when she playfully pushed at his shoulder. Christobal lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. As he sat with her in his lap, he shook his head. “She will be loved and protected.”

Chance noticed his wording and raised an eyebrow at him. “And if it’s a boy?”

“He will be sent to the nearest, strictest demon army for training and discipline.” Christobal laughed when she made a choked noise of outrage. He pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her lips. When she tried to bite him, he continued to laugh. “My son will probably be hell on wings. He’ll need it.”

“That is so sexist,” Chance said shaking her head. “What if your perfect little princess is hell on wings? Have you thought of that tough guy?”

Christobal smiled as he continued to hold her. “As you see with Aubrey, you will have to be the tough one. My princess will be nothing short of perfect.”

Chance laughed as she placed her head on his shoulder again. With everything they had gone through, Chance was always happiest when she was in his arms. She closed her eyes and let him hold her. “My prince will be just as perfect as your princess,” she told him.

Christobal pressed a kiss to her temple and leaned against the headboard. “You say that now. If he’s anything like me, you’ll want to throw him into an army the second he learns to fly.”

The door to the bathroom opened again to reveal Freddie. She looked at the couple and gave them a small smile. “I think Aubrey is going to enjoy being a big cousin,” she said as she held up the small stick test.

Chance’s eyes widened as she realized that the line she saw earlier was now joined by another matching one. She straightened as her hand flew to her abdomen. “It’s positive,” she said softly. When Freddie nodded at her, she climbed out of Christobal’s lap. “I’m having a baby?”

Freddie nodded as Chance approached her. The smile she wore widened as Chance took the instructions from her and read them again. Chance swallowed as she looked at the folded paper in her hands, the woman in front of her, and her husband.

Christobal brushed her hair away from her face. He gave her a worried look when tears started to fill her eyes. “Kitten, we’ll be fine,” he said in a reassuring tone. His sapphire eyes were nearly glowing with joy as he held her.

Chance swallowed as her mind tried to process the fact that she would have a baby within the next year. Both Christobal and Freddie were right. As long as she and Christobal were together, there wasn’t anything that could stand against them.

Unless their child ended up as stubborn as the pair of them combined.

Chance’s stomach suddenly went sour. “I’m going to be sick,” she mumbled before running into the bathroom.


That’s it for this week! Stay tuned for next week’s prompt: Well, that didn’t go as planned.


Writing Prompt Wednesday: Mate


Welcome to week 5 of Writing Prompt Wednesday!

Remember a couple of posts back, we were introduced to a couple named Kenji and Clover? Yeah, well, here’s another snippet of their story. As a matter of fact, the next few prompts may be with them since I’m going to start working their story.

Hope you enjoy!

Now, on with the show!

This week’s sentence: “When you see a stranger, follow him.”

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When you see a stranger, follow him.

It was one of the first lessons Kitsune teach their kits.

As he walked down the busy city streets, Kenji decided to amend the lesson. When you see your mate, become a stranger.

Kenji changed his shape to that of an older woman wearing a professional suit. It fit in well with this section of the city. Most tourists stayed away from the less popular business sectors of the city. They didn’t hold the same pulse as the Marketplace. That was just as well. Kenji didn’t want to be around a slew of mortals anyway.

He did want to be near his mate. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know she was his mate. At least not yet. He would give her some time to get used to the idea of being with him. Being the mate of a Kitsune was not for the faint of heart. But Kenji had the feeling that she would accept him. Fate wouldn’t be that cruel. Not when it owed him.

She stopped at a street corner and pressed the signal button for the crosswalk. Kenji slowed his gait and examined her clothes and demeanor. She wore a fitted black suit with white pinstripes. On her feet were stylish black boots with sharp heels. They would be fine as a weapon should she need to kick someone. The purse she had over her shoulder was nothing but a hindrance. Anyone could use the straps against her. But what caught his attention was the pair of leather gloves she wore. Kenji frowned as he thought about the night he snuck into her apartment. She had dozens of pairs of gloves.

When she was with him, he wouldn’t let her wear gloves.

Kenji froze in place as she turned and looked over her shoulder. He nodded at her. The daylight highlighted her regal features making her even more beautiful to him. Once the light changed, she turned and walked across the street.

He continued after her at a slower pace. When she glanced over her shoulder again, he pressed his lips together. She couldn’t know who he was. He wouldn’t have a chance to learn about her if she knew he followed her. So, like any respectful Kitsune, he did what came naturally.

He shifted his shape again.

Mortals were so preoccupied with their own lives they never noticed what was in front of them. Now, instead of a 40-something white business woman, he resembled a Hispanic man in his early 20s. His clothing also shifted to a plan button-down shirt and blue jeans. He wanted to appear as harmless as possible. Scaring his mate was against the rules.

She turned another corner and Kenji could hear a soft cell phone chime. She paused and reached into her purse. Kenji was forced to walk past her. She was so wrapped up in finding that damned device that she hadn’t even realized she made herself a target. A growl escaped him as he passed another building and quickly enters its shadow. He watched her from the side of the building.

His mate lifted her phone up to her ear and sighed. “Hi Bae,” she said into her phone.

Kenji’s eyes narrowed and a growl escaped him. He knew what a bae was. Someone called their significant other “before and after everything.”

His mate would not be calling anyone Bae. Except him.

After he made her love him.

She looked around before continuing her walk. “I’m making my way there now. Keep your pants on.”

Kenji stepped deeper into the shadows as she walked past him. He leaned against one of the two buildings he hid between and scratched his nails down the metal and concrete. Her scent seemed to wrap around him and tease him. Kenji stayed between the buildings for a moment. He had to overcome the urge to capture his mate and steal her away. He knew that would scare her.

He stepped out of the shadows and changed his shape once more. Now he looked like a tall black man. A few of the mortals around him made sure to move out of his way. He didn’t want to concern himself with what mortals thought they saw. No one would believe them anyway. Not when they now lived in an age of computers and videos.

His mate continued her phone call as she made her way to one of the city parks. Kenji smiled to himself as he followed her. If she liked nature, then maybe she would like to visit his home in the Ainodake Mountains.

As she disconnected her call, Kenji looked at the area around them. His mate was out in the open and completely oblivious to the world around her. Everyone seemed to be going about their business, but something about the park smelled off to him. Kenji frowned as he stepped past the gates of the park. The familiar feeling of magic danced across his skin and Kenji felt his shape return to his normal shape. He couldn’t fight his curse.

His mate wandered onto neutral ground. The majority of his magic would be nullified while in the park. Only his truest form would be able to work in the area. Kenji growled as he looked at the various trees along the path. There were too many places for people to hide. And he hated the thought of his mate in danger.

A heavy breeze passed him and Kenji reacted before he realized what he was doing. He ran after his mate and tackled her to the ground. He turned and took the brunt of the impact, only to roll her under him. Before she could ask what he was doing, the garbage pail directly behind them exploded.

His mate’s scent changed from intoxicating to petrified. He pushed himself off her enough to look at her. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She blinked at him. “Matt?” she asked.

He frowned. The first name he wanted to hear from his mate’s lips was not his brother’s. “Kenji,” he corrected. “Matt’s older brother.” He stood and helped her to her feet. Her hands were shaking and one of her gloves were torn. “You live in his building?” he asked, knowing the answer.

She nodded as she tucked her hands into her pockets. “Yes. Thank you,” she turned and reached down to grab her purse when he beat her to it. “I’m Clover. Clover Ramsey.”

Kenji nodded as he scanned the area. People were screaming and checking on their own loved ones as the garbage pail continued to burn. “We need to get you out of here,” he said. As she looked at him, he gently took her arm and guided her further down the trail.

“You’re bleeding,” she said before reaching for his collar.

Kenji grabbed her gloved hands and looked into her eyes. “I’ll heal,” he said softly. A glint of metal caught his attention. Shots rang out in the air and more garbage cans started to explode. Kenji hissed before wrapping an arm around her. One of the bullets struck the pavement next to her foot. He pulled her close, knowing that she was even more terrified of him now. “Trust me,” he ordered before rushing forward and lifting her into his arms.

He growled as her body trembled. He could feel his own changing and gaining more power.

“Tails,” she whispered in his ear.

Kenji smirked as he opened a portal. Normally, he didn’t any of his tails to open a portal that could take him anywhere in the world. Because of the damned spells of the park, he only needed two. A growl escaped him as he tightened his grip on her. “You’re going to feel a little sick,” he said before running through the dark cloud that started to form in front of them.

She kept her face turned from him as he stepped out of the portal and into his home. Kenji would have like to keep her in his arms longer, but her damned phone started to ring again.

“I have to answer that,” she whispered.

He lowered her legs and helped her over to the sofa. When he helped her sit, he noticed how stiff she was. “Do you want anything to drink? I can find something.”

She looked around and felt tears coming to her eyes. “I need to go home,” she said as she continued to tremble. When he reached out to touch her face, she quickly slapped his hand away and stood. “Don’t touch me. Just, please. Take me home.”

Kenji looked at the woman in front of him and straightened. She was his mate, but she also seemed as if she couldn’t stand his touch.

The phone started ringing again. Clover reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. “I’m fine Basil,” she cried into the phone. “I just need to go home.”

Kenji blinked as she nearly collapsed onto the sofa again. Her body shook with sobs as she dropped her phone. Kenji went to her side and picked up the device. “She’s safe. I’ll protect her,” he said to the person his mate called Basil.

“Where do you have my sister?” a man’s voice nearly growled.

Kenji frowned as he watched Clover. She covered her face with her hands as she seemed to cower away from him. “We’ll be in her apartment in less than five minutes,” he said before disconnecting the call. He dropped the phone back into her purse and gently touched her gloved fingers. The leather that covered her fingers was butter soft. He would have to reevaluate his thoughts on her gloves, as soon as he found out why she wore them. “I’ll take you home,” he said in a whisper. When she looked at him sharply, something in his chest pained him. “I have to hold your hand though.”

“No skin,” she told him. “Please, just… no contact with bare skin.” She wiped her face and stood, making sure to leave space between them.

Kenji could remember tales of mystics and mages that could see into the future if they touch a person or object. “You have precognition,” he said with a nod. “I will be more careful.” He stood his full height and held out his hand.

Clover looked around before looking at him. “You’ll take me home?” she asked.

He nodded. “I can take you to Matt’s apartment. Then I will walk with you upstairs to your home.”

Her eyes stayed on his for a long moment. “I’m not sure if I trust you.” She still slid a trembling hand into his.

He grinned and tightened his hand around hers. “You can trust me,” he confessed. “I don’t think anyone else will though.”


I think I had way too much fun with these two. See you next week!


Writing Prompt Wednesday: Missed Mark


So this is week 4 of Writing Prompt Wednesday! I can honestly say that I’m having a blast I hope you all are too!!! This time around, we’re going to see Simon from the High Council series. He is off on his own with a new character. With as much as my mind wanders, we’re going to be jumping around with all of my characters and the potential universes in my head.

Thanks for sticking with me!

Now, on with the show!

This week’s sentence: “I’ve got no reception in the club.”

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

“I’ve got no reception in the club.” Simon cursed as he pulled the slim device from his ear. It was his first mission with this new team and multiple things seemed to go wrong for them. He looked at the monitoring equipment they had been given. “Part of me thinks the Council wants us to fail,” he mumbled.

His current field leader shook his head. “There’s no benefit to our failure.” Leon Sheppard leaned back in his folding chair and balanced himself on the two back legs. “This is a new team, and while there are a few rookies here, I really doubt the Pendragon would let you die. And that says nothing about the elf.”

Simon frowned as he turned to his laptop. “Chance is only so powerful,” he said pulling up his email account. “The rest is none of your business.”

Leon folded his arms behind his head. “It is when it clouds your judgement.” He allowed his chair to drop and leaned forward. “You were made the team lead. You’re our voice when shit goes down with the Council, or any other officials that may come after us. I’m supposed to make sure we can all walk out of that club tomorrow with as little damage as possible. So, if you’re so screwed up in your own shit that you don’t even realize these were not the earpieces McAllister send us, then whatever is fucking with your brain is my business.”

Brown eyes looked at the slim devices before seeing the box next to his foot. There was a note attached with Moira’s flowing handwriting. “She sent in new ones?”

Leon grabbed the note and stood. “Simon. Don’t try to use the crap those idiots at hq tried to give you. The range on them sucks and you won’t be able to hear anything. Take these. They’re easier to sync and we won’t have to worry about you. Love Moria,” he read. Leon dropped the note into Simon’s lap before pacing the room. “Now, tell me that bullshit bit again. About them not caring.”

Simon swallowed as he read the note for himself. Moria was the best tech the Council had. There were plenty of times her gadgets saved their lives. She would have sent him the best equipment if she had the means. And Chance would always make sure she had the means. Their team had been more like a family. He swallowed as he reached into the box and pulled out five small com-units. He also found another note. It was a simple card that made him smile. “Stay safe. If I have to come after you, you’ll be sorry,” he said with a sigh. He then looked at Leon. “Things between Aria and I are complicated. At best.”

Leon nodded as he went to the window and looked out onto the street. “I figured that part out when Emrys let you come here.” He then glanced at Simon. “But none of that explains why you ran from the States.”

Simon tested one of the com-units to stall replying to Leon’s statement. It pained him to know that the woman he loved was beyond his reach. Merlin, no, Emrys now, said that he would grow to be good friends with Braeden. But he didn’t count on it. Not when both Braeden and Aria were thousands of years old, and he was simply a human. “I love her. She’s mated. I don’t want to be around watching what I can’t have,” he said putting everything back in its box. “Aria is someone I will always count as a friend. But I can’t sit by and watch her be happy with Braeden.” Simon then stood and stretched his arm. “And if you tell anyone about this conversation, I’ll gut you.”

Leon smirked as he crossed his arms. “What conversation?”


This one is short, I’ll admit that. But hey, they call can’t be long. Let me know what you think!


Writing Prompt Wednesday: Perceptions


Hello again!!!!

It’s time for Writing Prompt Wednesday. This week, we’re going to visit a couple that has been haunting me for longer than I should be admitting. Braeden and Aria.

When we first meet them, it’s is Dragon’s Awakening. I’ve never gotten around to their story. But here is a start to it….

This week’s sentence: Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger.

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

Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger. It was a song lyric that made his mind go around in circles. He would have done anything Aria asked of him. He still would. But all she asked of him had been distance. He granted it, knowing it was what she needed. Now, over a year later, he was beginning to rethink his position. He looked at the pictures in front of him and felt his mood sink..

His mate. The one he loved since they were children eons ago. Was now out of his reach. Possibly forever.

Braeden tried to throw the photo away. There had been many times when he put the 4 x 6 photograph in the bin. But each and every time he would pull it out. It wasn’t her fault she finally found comfort. He was happy she was able to move on beyond what his cousin did. His beautiful Aria was slowly becoming the woman she had always been destined to be.

And she did all of it without him.

Braeden held the picture of her and her teammate, Simon. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder. Her head was tilted towards his as he spoke to her. Braeden was sure his brother’s mate took the candid image, not realizing it would rip out his heart.

Then again, Chance still hadn’t completely forgiven him for sleeping with another woman while Aria had been in danger.

He hadn’t forgiven himself either.

“Gods, not this brooding again,” his best friend commented. Braeden turned and looked at Drake. The vampire crossed the room and went straight for the wine on the refreshment tray. “You really need to make a decision,” he said as he poured a glass.

His father and brother said the same thing. Neither really understood what it was like to have pushed the woman you loved away. Christobal has his mate in Chance. A dragon that was more than capable of handling both his nature and his mood swings.

Things had never been simple between him and Aria. Life sent them down different roads. Every time they saw each other, something would drive a bigger wedge between them. He finally thought they had a shot. Her obligations to both Merlin and her dead father were met. She was finally starting to break out of the unfeeling shell she encased around herself.

And then his idiot cousin defiled her.

Braeden held up the picture in his hand. “Aria has already made it.”

Drake looked at the image and snorted. “She only allows him that close because he’s human and isn’t a threat.”

“I know that.” Braeden sighed as he exchanged the image for one that made him smile. Aria holding her small daughter. “Simon is safe and he knows enough to try to protect her and the baby.”

Drake sipped at his wine. “Chance says that they are starting to plan her Naming. Aren’t you also going to go?”

Braeden shook his head. He remembered how terrified she was that day he and Simon rescued her. “She wouldn’t want me there,” he said.

Drake was silent for a while. Braeden knew the vampire was only holding his tongue because he was waiting for the right moment to comment. He always did.

Braeden continued to flip through the pictures Chance sent him copies of. “Aria has a good eye,” he commented. He sent his mate the camera for Christmas and she had been taking pictures of everything she could ever since. Christobal said it was almost like therapy for her.

Another picture caught his eye. It was the baby. Her cherub face was all eyes and gums as she smiled for the camera. He touched the side of her face, knowing that the child was going to be a magnet for danger. “She’s going to be a heartbreaker,” he commented.

Drake snorted. “She already has your brother and Simon falling over themselves to keep her smiling and happy.”

“What about you?”

The vampire’s grin was unrepentant. “I am clearly her favorite uncle,” he joked.

Braeden laughed. Drake always had a way with women. It didn’t matter how old they were. He looked at her picture again and sighed. “I won’t make Aria uncomfortable by showing up where I’m not wanted.”

“Did she said she didn’t want you?” Drake asked. When Braeden looked at him, he folded his hands behind his head. “If the words didn’t leave her mouth, then there is still hope. I think this self-imposed exile is a lot much. But if it makes you feel better, then who am I to judge?”

Braeden frowned as he put the pictures back in their envelope. “You didn’t have to watch her flinch every time you stepped closer to her.” He remembered the way she moved away from him and into Simon’s arms. “You didn’t watch your mate cling to another man while you could do nothing to ease her pain.”

“That is a hell of a thing for you to say to me.”

Braeden looked at Drake and sighed as he realized what he said to his friend. Drake had met the woman that could have been his more than once. And each time, she was entangled with someone else. He was finally starting to realize that she wasn’t meant for him. “I’m sorry,” he said before running his hands through his hair. “This whole situation is just…”

Drake finished his drink and poured another. “It sucks,” he said raising his glass to his lips.

Braeden nodded as he moved to turn to the serving tray. Before he could say anything else, his phone started to ring. He went over to his desk and picked up the slim device. His eyes widened when he saw Aria’s name on the screen. “Aria, are you okay?” he asked as he looked at Drake.

“I didn’t want to catch you at a bad time,” she said nervously.

Braeden shook his head as he walked to the patio doors. “No, never,” he said going outside so he could talk to her alone.

“Did you get the pictures?” she asked.

His eyes widened as he thought of the pictures. “Yes,” he whispered. He swallowed as he remembered how Chance just dropped them off. “I hadn’t realized they came from you when Chance gave them to me.”

She was silent as he looked out at the night sky. “I don’t know if I can be around you,” she confessed.

His eyes closed as she put a voice to his fears. “I understand.”

“He… he turned into you towards the end. Before you got me out.”

It was a shame that he would always carry. The vacant look in her eye as he untied her. The soft plea in her voice to just get it over with and not wear his face anymore. The broken look that crossed her face when he called her Gemstone. “I know.”

“I can’t hold off Aubrey’s Naming anymore. My grandmother says that it will make both clans look weak.”

Braeden opened his eyes at the mention of her grandmother. “You aren’t weak,” he told her. “And if that old bat says anything to the contrary, I’ll…”

A soft huff of amusement came from the other end of the phone. Braeden froze at her next words. “I think I need you here.”

Braeden swallowed as his mind processed what she told him. “You want me there?” he asked.

“Only if you want to come,” she answered quickly. “I don’t know how to handle the courts or my grandmother. I know I’m the Heir, but what if the Clans reject her because of… everything.”

Braeden leaned against the patio doors. On a good day, he was defenseless against her. When she was confused and unsure, he was willing to become the Demon his father raised him to be. “Don’t worry about the Clans. Or anyone else for that matter.”

Her breath was shaky over the phone. If he knew she was this much of a mess, she was on the verge of breaking down. “Thank you,” she said in a whisper.

He slid down the doors and sat on the cold stone of the patio. “I want you to try,” he told her. When her breath hitched again, he pushed on. “I’m not talking about anything intimate. I won’t push you any further than you’re willing to go. But damn it, I need my wife,” he confessed.

Over the phone, he could hear the soft rustling of tissues. A part of him was pleased that she just as emotional as he was. But then again, she could just be upset with the idea of her grandmother being so close to her daughter.

“I don’t think I can be what you need.”

Braeden shook his head. “That’s for me to decide.” He looked at the sky and smiled at the shooting star. “Who knows, you may decide that you don’t want me for your mate.”

Another snort. “I told you when you bound us I didn’t want you.”

He smiled. “But you have to admit, I was wearing you down. It only took a thousand years.” Braeden could hear her soft chuckle and felt like he conquered a kingdom. “Text me when and where. I’ll be there for both you and the baby.”

“Her name is Aubrey,” she told him. “I don’t think anyone told you.”

No one had. He caught it earlier in the conversation. “It’s beautiful.”

“I still don’t know if it will be De’Winter or Grayworlds. Grandmother wants me to give her to the De’Winters.”

Braeden frowned, knowing he was about to overstep bounds again. “She is a Calvolcanti and will be raised as such,” he declared.

“Brae,” she started.

He jumped to his feet and started to pace. “I will stand by your side, I will be the husband that you need in every way. Albert already robbed us both of so much, I won’t let him take your daughter too. If we have to lie to the world and let them think she’s mine, so be it.”

She was silent for a long moment. She then inhaled as if gathering strength. “Thank you,” she said again. “I’ll see you next week.”

“If you need me, call,” he told her before she disconnected the call. Braeden looked at his phone as her picture went dark. He looked at the shooting star again and smiled sadly before going back inside.

Aria needed him. And she was still terrified of him. At best, she would get over her fears of him and they would find their way to each other, finally. At worse, he could damage her permanently. And he would rip off his own arm before he allowed that.



Hope you enjoyed this entry!!! Again, let me know what you think.

See you next time!!!

Writing Prompt Wednesday: Confessions


Hello again!!!!

It’s time for Writing Prompt Wednesday. The two characters in this one are from a story that I’ve been kicking around (you would be surprised how many stories I kick around). Kenji and Clover have been hard to pin down, but hopefully, I’ll be able to make something out of their romance. Let me know what you think.

This week’s sentence: I remember because I can’t forget.

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

“I remember because I can’t forget,” she said softly. When Kenji looked at her, she swallowed. Her hands trembled as she brushed a hair away from her face. The Ferris wheel continued its climb as she looked at the landscape.

It was completely dark out. She and Kenji were enclosed in their own little cocoon as they slowly rose above the noise and crowds. She would have thought it romantic if she hadn’t decided to throw both of their worlds askew.

Kenji leaned closer to her. “Clover,” he said carefully. “That isn’t how your magic works.” His hands covered her gloved ones, and she could see a slight tremble in them.

“You see into the past when you touch something. When you release the item, you forget what you saw. You come back to yourself.”

Clover looked into his eyes and swallowed as the knot in her stomach strangely started to loosen. She knew Kenji kept secrets, even from her. But it was time she told him her most private secret. “When I was eighteen, I worked with my brothers and the police. There was a case where four men were in a warehouse slaughtered.” She looked at her gloved and rubbed her index finger and thumb together. “Blood covered everything. It was blood and guts and pieces that looked like chewing gum. It was the first time I had seen anything like it, so naturally, I panicked. Stupidly, I tried to run and slipped. I fell into a pool of blood and came into contact with a reciprocating saw.”

Kenji shook her head. “You don’t have to tell me this,” he said softly.

Tears filled her eyes as she reached out and touched his face. “I was pulled into the past. I was the man that captured two fox demons. I was going to get them to show all of their tails, cut them off and sell them. One was red and the other was snow white. The little part that was me remembered thinking that she was so beautiful. I was screaming in my mind as that nameless man started to hack at her. First, it was her eye. Then it was one of her paws. He was upset because no matter how much she howled and cried out, her tails didn’t come out.”

Kenji looked away from her as she saw tears falling from his eyes. “Stop,” he whispered.

“I was there when the red fox howled and was consumed with black fire,” she went on. “I was in that man’s head when the red demon broke his chains and killed everyone in that warehouse. I saw all of it.” She leaned back against the car and wiped at the tears falling from her eyes. “Even when the red fox jumped onto the man’s chest and clawed out his throat.”

She continued to watch Kenji as he absorbed her story. Over the past few weeks, he started to be more playful. Clover rubbed a hand over her heart as she waited for him to say something.
“Her name was Emi,” Kenji said softly. “She was my sister.”

Clover wiped her eyes again. “I thought she would have been your mate.”

He shook his head as he chuckled. “Gods no.” He looked at Clover for a long moment. “You knew I was the red one?”

She reached out and touched his face again. This time she brushed her thumb under his almond shaped eye. “When you thought Billy was going to hurt me, you had the same look. If I hadn’t stopped you, he would be dead.”

He was careful to touch her sleeve as he lowered her hand from his face. “He shouldn’t have pushed you against that wall.”

Clover smiled as he turned his attention to the ground below them. He was trying to deflect. “I did a little digging and found something interesting.” When his body shifted towards her slightly, she leaned forward. “A post-cog will remember visions of his or her mate.” She swallowed as he turned to her fully. “I also know a few shifters said they knew their mates on sight.” Her eyes held his as the first of the fireworks lit the darkness.

Kenji mirrored her position. “After we lost Emi, I was trapped in so much anger that I didn’t take my human form for years. My only family was ready to put me down. And then I sniffed out the apartment above ours.”

She nodded as she remembered. “I thought you were a cat in the shadows. It wasn’t until the day you fell asleep on the hammock outside that I realized exactly what was going on.”
He sighed as the light-show continued to paint him shades of blue green and red. “So, you knew who I was, nearly the entire time?” he asked.

Clover shook her head and held his hand with both of hers. She saw the way his eyes widened and swallowed. “I knew you were important. I didn’t know you. I didn’t know we were supposed to be together in any way. But the more I spent time with you, the less I remembered being that man in the warehouse.” When he was about to pull his hand away from her, she tightened her grip. “The more time I spent with you, the less I remembered the fox demon and the more I saw a protective kitsune I could spend the rest of my life with.”

His hand trembled in hers. “Be very careful of what you say,” he warned.

Clover saw the fear in his eyes. She smiled as she realized they were both terrified of the same thing.
Neither wanted their hearts broken.

Clover felt lightheaded at the realization. For months, she and Kenji danced around each other. They took care to make sure they didn’t touch, or that she didn’t touch any of his belongings. She had been terrified of his rejection, and he had been terrified of her loving him and then turning him away. She turned and looked at the fireworks. “Basil told me once that he used to get his dates to come up here so they could make out,” she confessed.

A smirk crossed his face. “It sounds like something he would do,” Kenji replied. His own eyes widened when Clover lunged forward and covered her mouth with his.

Clover whimpered as she felt herself falling. She didn’t want to become a slave to his memories. Her whole body shook as she tried to stay in the moment of her first kiss. She would not let her magic dictate her life to her. She needed to touch him. To have him touch her. Clover wanted what her father had with her mother.

Kenji’s hands on her arms grounded her. She could feel the terror that radiated from him as he pulled his mouth away from hers. “Have you lost your mind?” he snapped as he searched her face. “You could put yourself in a coma!” he scolded.

Her eyes filled with tears as he put more space between them. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled as she looked out at the crescendo of the fireworks show. “It won’t happen again.” She looked at the dying lights and smiled sadly. “Another memory, to never forget,” she whispered.

Kenji kept his face turned away from hers. “It would be best if you did,” he told her. “If you relive my memories, it could kill you.”

One final explosion went off. It was a red star burst that reminded her of his kitsune fur. “So, I’ll die slowly. Never knowing what it would be like to have the most basic of touches. To be perfectly honest with you, I would rather risk the coma.”

“My sister died in my arms. Forgive me if I refuse to watch my mate do the same.”

The lights of the fireworks show faded and the Ferris wheel started its descent. Clover swallowed as she looked at the parallels of the moment. The ride ending, the fireworks dying and her love life.

All ending and she couldn’t do a thing to stop any of it.


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