[fanfic] First Sensations

There was a first time for everything.

A first step with eyes unclouded by a slave crown. The sensation of feeling cold. The sensation of her world growing a fraction larger. They weren’t unpleasant sensations but firsts all the same. To a young woman who had spent years under the control of people who thought she was nothing more than a tool, seeing her breath mist white in the wintry air left Terra enthralled with wonder.

Her companions watched her look at the flakes of snow falling gently, eyes alight with the pleasure of a simple beauty with kind looks on their faces. It belied the image of a warrior as they walked with purpose through the snowfields towards their next destination. The layers of grime on their bodies had layers of grime. Edgar and Bannon were discussing strategy for the upcoming negotiations. Snow was blowing in every direction, weaving an intricate dance pattern in the frigid air.

It left Locke to keep an eye on the girl. She had marched hesitantly through the snowfields of Narshe in the beginning before the snow had caught her eye and left her awestruck. Their cloaks whipped around their feet as a warm smile broached Terra’s face. Her hand didn’t stray far from the sword belted at her hip in case of any danger but still, there was an innocence in her reaction that left the treasure hunter and the others soon afterwards thinking wistfully of simpler times.

The snow may have gone on for countless miles with no end in sight, but the innocent joy from one who’d forgotten what those feelings were like was enough to melt the heart of even the mightiest of foes.


[fanfic] Cake Disaster

I’ve got everything I need to make this cake, including directions. I did everything properly and my stupid cake is still burnt! The ruined cake pan and its contents are chilling out in the sink, the smoke is still clearing from the kitchen when the door opens.

“What the hell happened in here?!”

I turned around to see Zell standing there and I smile sheepishly. “Uh… well… y’see, I was trying to bake a cake and uh…”

“A cake? Weren’t you banned from the kitchen Selphie?”


He sighed. “Didja even think to change the temperature on the oven, Selph?”


Prompt was “baked goods” courtesy of ffviii_100 over at dreamwidth.

[fanfic] Sanctuary

They don’t happen very often but there’s times when Selphie needs a break.  She needs some peace and quiet and a shoulder to lean on as I’ve come to learn through our journey together.  She’ll talk to Irvine and Quistis about everything but when she wants a bit of time to herself, she comes to me.  She talks for a little bit but eventually, she goes silent and leans against me.  Of course, everybody wonders where she’s run off to without so much as a word.  I can’t say that I blame them for that but if she wants time to herself, I’m not about to deny her that liberty.

We all want time alone sometimes.

Like this very moment where she’s curled a small hand around one of mind and her head is bowed to the point where I can’t see her eyes through her bangs.  I can tell when someone needs time to think as the others have learned about me over these past few months.  Even as her hands tremble, shoulders start shaking and she sniffles a few times, I won’t make her talk about it until she is ready for it.  She doesn’t need to be as strong as she appears all the time and that’s all she wants.

Sometimes, Rinoa will be there and they will do the same thing that we’re doing right now.  They’ll talk for a little bit, Rinoa will wrap her arms around the smaller girl and Selphie lets it all out.  All the anger, frustration and disbelief that she keeps inside.  It’s amazing how someone who can be so full of energy and spirit can truthfully be so damaged inside.  She doesn’t need to say a word, the two of us just know that she’s hurting; we all do.


I look down at her, genuinely curious.  “Yes, Selphie?”

“Is it okay if I stay here again tonight?” She asks me shyly.

She seems to find comfort in my being nearby.  I’ve been there when she’s woken up in the middle of the night screaming from nightmares and held her close until she calmed down.  This is the side of Selphie that only those that she trusts inexplicably will ever get to see.

She’s just as weak as the rest of us as I nod my head.  I’d been given the bonus of a double sized dorm room since my return and Selphie knows that she’s always welcome here.  I’ll let her take the bed and I’ll claim the couch.  We’re all working through the issues that came up thanks to the war and sudden celebrity status that comes along with it.  A lot of people figured that Selphie would be the perfect spokesperson for Garden.  She surprised everybody when she declined the offer that the Headmaster made.

“I’m a SeeD,” Selphie had stated firmly.  “I can’t protect the people I care about if I’m always out and about telling people how great and wonderful Garden.  If you ask me, that’s something for people to decide on their own.” Were the words that came out of her mouth that day as everyone in the room stared at her for quite some time.

Nobody knew why she’d refused the position in the end.  Selphie is Selphie and if she doesn’t want to do something than she’s not going to do it.  I would hear occasional whispers about it but the surprise it left behind in its wake died down after a couple of days.  SeeD doesn’t have time to gossip when there are still people out there who need our help.  We had accomplished our main objective for the time being and helping with relief efforts had taken top priority.

A quick squeeze of my hand brings my gaze down to Selphie.

“You’re doing your overthinking thing again,” she teases as I roll my eyes at her.

“I’ve got a lot of things on my mind these days,” I replied after a prolonged silence.

“Well, you can always tell me.  Or any of us really.”

A smile forms on my face as I nod and she curls in closer in response.  “I know, Selphie.”


I glanced up at the clock and said, “It’s getting late.”

I didn’t get a response.  Looking down, I saw Selphie’s eyes were closed and she looks peaceful curled up against me asleep.  She’s easy enough to move to my bed as she burrows into the comforter after it’s pulled up over her.

This room just isn’t my sanctuary.

[fanfic] Honesty is the Best Policy

It’s late and the room is dim with the exception of the lamp by my bedside. I can’t quite seem to settle down and I can’t stop smiling.

You see, there’s this girl and I’ve liked her since we were kids in the Orphanage together. I knew from right then and there that I was meant to be with that girl whose eyes were so full of life. I’ll never leave her and she’s the reason why I gave up chasing skirts.

Really. Irvine Kinneas is officially a retired womaniser thanks to one Selphie Tilmitt. Like, being head over heels in love with your best friend can have a crazy effect on a guy. One second you’d do anything to get a date with the newest, prettiest cadet in Garden and then Selphie came back into my life and reminded me of who was my one and only. I’ll forever hold her above all the others and I’ll treasure her always.

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[Fanfic] Go

Having acquired a strong distaste for taverns, Sabin rarely found himself inside them. What had possibly brought him to such a location was beyond him even as his feet set through the door. The blond was out of place with the usual bar crowd, blue eyes scanning the insides for the person who had called him here. Where was that hustler in the first place, he thought as he walked further into the throng of drunkards singing the praises of the local brew.

This place is disgusting…

“Did you try looking behind you old friend?” a voice laced with amusement called out from behind Sabin, forcing the blond to spin around and stare at his friend.

Setzer laughed before patting the fighter’s shoulder. “Sabin you’ll look like quite the fool if you stand there with your jaw hanging open like that. How will you ever continue the bloodline if you act like that?”

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[fanfic] A Little Old for that, Aren’t you?

Title: A Little Old for that, Aren’t you?
Characters/Pairings: Kiros talking about Laguna
Author’s Notes: Written using the prompt “Kiros Seagill” at ffviii_100 over at dreamwidth.

It should be pretty obvious by now that one of my dearest friends is a total idiot. He gets lost. He can’t read a map to save his life and is usually more trouble than he’s worth some days.

Yet… I wouldn’t change any of that for the world. It’s all just a part of his charm.

Even when he comes stumbling back into the palace in the middle-of-the-night without an escort inebriated. He always ends up in my room anyway, crashing into me and my bed before snoring softly.

Laguna Loire… What am I going to do with you?

[fanfic] The Big Top

Question to the readers of the blog! Would you like me to post the fandom that I’m writing for in the subject as well as if it is [fanfic] or [original] like I’ve been doing all along? Please let me know what you think! 🙂

Today’s fanfic is derived from the tales_100 prompt of Circus but is for Final Fantasy 8.

Twelve sets of  hands were linked together hand in hand as they stared up at the gigantic red and white striped tent that loomed over top of them all.  There were quips from the boys about how holding hands was for girls but Matron Edea shushed them quickly before smiling kindly at her children.

“Matwon,” Selphie asked curiously while scoffing at the dusty ground with a shoe.  “Where are we?”

“Well,” Edea began.  “This place is called a circus, Selphie.”
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[fanfic] Still Just a Rat in a Cage

written for the Book and Fan-Fiction prompt entry using “A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze.” (The Handmaid’s Tale, p 165) as the prompt.

They’d been led on for days, months even as the L’Cie decided to return to Cocoon.  They were all deep in thought as they boarded the ship that would take them back but none more than Snow.  He’d decided long ago that he’d never give  up on anything but now it felt like all his efforts were in vain.  He’d spent all that time fighting against Dysley, against Sanctum, against fate and now, he was being lead right back into the cage.

It left a bitter taste in his mouth as his fists balled tightly in the pockets of his jacket.
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[fanfic] I’ll Hold Onto You

You’re getting way too good at living your own lies…
– Hold Onto You by Default

She’d never been good with goodbyes.

Selphie stood in front of two matching tombstones. The names read Tilmitt in deeply etched serif script as the wind picked up and gusted past. Standing there was hard but there were strong, supportive hands upon her shoulders before she crouched down in a green sundress and placed a bouquet of roses before the stones. She hugged herself tightly as if she was cold but she couldn’t seem to find the words to say.

She couldn’t remember a thing about her parents. What did they look like? What did they sound like? Were they the gentle folk that Selphie had always imagined them to be? Thousands of thoughts were running through her mind before she finally found the words to say. This wasn’t like standing in front of the graves of her friends back at Trabia. These were the parents she would never know and it stabbed at her heart repeatedly.
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