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I BRING SOME FICS ~
Some time ago I hosted a fic prompt thing for myself xD And these are some of the prompts I've filled :)
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Class: Monk
Title: NONE. I HATE TITLES
Summary: Prompt forlumati; some Laguna and Rinoa bonding time.
Characters/Pairings: Laguna, Rinoa, and a side of Squall
Word count: 644
Rating/warnings: Unbeta-ed.
"I never got to thank you, Rinoa."
Rinoa turned to look at Laguna, who was idly sipping a glass of wine, gazing thoughtfully at her.
"For what?" she says easily, smiling at him. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Selphie and Irvine badgering Squall on the dance floor, who appeared quite... tipsy.
"I know you persuaded him to invite me," he replies, a tinge of hurt in his voice. He immediately shakes it away with a joke. "I bet you came up with the entire guest list too, huh? Squall's guest list would probably include only one person: Ellone."
Rinoa giggles in agreement. She'd been just as surprised as Squall to find out that Laguna was his father. The two were nothing alike... well, except the tendency to hide their emotions behind some sort of facade.
"You'll take good care of him, I think," says Laguna amiably, offering her another glass of wine. "By the way, your dress looks fantastic. Reminds me of your mother."
"You knew my mother?" This day was full of surprises.
"Yeah," he answers dreamily. "I love Raine, and I still do, but man, your mother. She was quite the --- oof!! What the --?"
"Laguna, foot in mouth. Now. Hello Rinoa, you look good. I honestly didn't expect Squall to propose."
"Yes, no one really expects much of him unless it's SeeD-related," Rinoa answers, grinning at them. She turns to look at her fiance only to watch him fall over a chair and pulling Irvine down with him.
"I never expected to see Squall drunk either," Laguna chimes in amusedly. "Can't hold his liquor, hmm? Well, that's another thing that he never inherited from me!"
Kiros and Ward snort simultaneously, before pouring Laguna more wine.
Half an hour later...
"Let's have an all-round toast to Squall and Rinoa!" Laguna yells out happily, one arm around Ward who was trying to support him.
"Cheers!"
"To Rinoa and Squall!"
"Who are they?"
The crowd pause and turn to Laguna, shooting him weird looks.
"They're --- my future --- son," he gasps out, gulping down more alcohol before continuing with, "And daughter-in-law, who are gonna KICK YER ASS SEVENTEEN WAYS TO HYNE'S GATE IF YOU DON'T FINISH YOUR DRINK NOW!!!"
"BOTTOMS UP!"
"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!"
The rest of the night passes in a blur for everyone. Ward and Rinoa were the only sober people left by the time the party rolled to an end. Rinoa felt that it was her duty to look after her friends who appeared to be too drunk to even remember who Ultimecia was. She figured she'd have her own fun during her bachelorette party.
Besides, seeing Laguna and Squall try to hug each other without falling on top of the other was hilarious. That, and the Quistis/Nida/Xu scandal looked promising.
"Ward, can you help me carry Laguna to his room?" she asks. Ward nods, and they both move towards Laguna, who lay slumped on the floor next to Squall. Rinoa couldn't help the smile spreading across her face, wishing she had a camera. Squall would never admit this night ever happened. He'd probably go so far as to ban it from ever being mentioned.
"Muh... Raine..."
"Laguna? You've had a lot to drink."
"M'sorry, Raine."
Rinoa's heart breaks a little. She knew the woman named Raine was Squall's mother, but didn't know a lot about her.
"Laguna, it's me, Rinoa."
"Huh --- bwuh? OHh. Rinoa... glad you're marrying Squall," his voice slurs. "Tell him... not to hate me, alrigh'? Tell him.. I din' know."
"I will," she promises him earnestly, laying his head on a pillow.
"Tell him... is okay to be angry... but not hate."
"I will."
"Is not good to hate... donkeys."
Rinoa blinks.
"Chicobos on a cloud... no fair, Squall..."
She laughs as she leaves the room.
"Goodnight, Laguna."
Title: NONE. I HATE TITLES
Summary: Prompt forzerrat; years into his presidency, Laguna tries dating again.
Characters/Pairings: Laguna, mostly.
Word count: 1215
Rating/warnings: Unbeta-ed.
There's nothing left there.
He knows this but still cannot help but cradle those memories in his head, secretly feeding the urge to go back to that place. That one place, that one time, when they were all happy together. Before Elle was snatched away, before everything.
There's nothing left there now, but he wants to go anyway. Before, he went only to Raine's grave. He didn't dare enter the village. But the longing remains the same.
It takes him a year after "the" Sorceress war against Ultimecia to express this wish to Kiros and Ward. They encourage him to go, but he is still afraid. It takes another two months before he tells Ellone, now living with him at the Presidential Palace.
And then they leave. It wasn't really a kidnapping (no one could really kidnap Laguna, as he ran off quite often, dumping all of his duties to Kiros and Ward) but the way Laguna was torn between going and staying, the way Kiros and Ward all but pushed him onto the train, it might as well have been. When pressed, he couldn't say what was bothering him. Was it the memories of Raine? Was it the guilt eating away at him, for abandoning Raine and Squall to save Ellone? Was it the people of Winhill who hated his guts right down to the very cell?
Perhaps it was all of it, because as he stepped into the cool, serene town of Winhill, he felt anxiety and nervousness creep up on him.
He is only vaguely aware of Ellone softly telling him that she'd be next door. He ignores the hissed whispers and the angry scoffs of the villagers.
He enters the bar, feeling awkwardly self-conscious, as though expecting the living, breathing form of Raine ready to reprimand him for however long he'd be gone. She'd be standing behind the counter, wiping down the surface, organizing the glasses and various liquors. Her ring would gleam for a moment and he'd gaze, transfixed, at her hand.
It's been eighteen years, Raine.
The smell of Raine's white flowers permeate the room, welcoming him home.
He doesn't know how long he stands there, but a startled scream jolts him out of his reverie.
"Aaargh! Get out of my house! Who do you think you are, barging into people's homes like this?!"
He turns only in time to see the door to the stairway close in a huff. That voice wasn't Raine's... but... that hair. That unmistakeable figure.
It can't be.
He barges through anyway, and runs up the stairs.
"I said get out! Or I'll call the police!"
It's not Raine.
Unthinkingly, Laguna blurts, "Didn't you have long hair a second ago?"
"You're crazy," she shakes her head. "You're crazy, and don't come near me."
Laguna doesn't move towards her, but instead collapses onto the nearest couch, holding his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry," he says, unable to stop the disappointment spilling over in his voice.
A few moments pass, possibly as the woman tried to assess her safety and his sanity.
"You'd better be," she says roughly, but it seems as though she's decided that he's not a danger. "It's happened before, and that young man was equally as sorry. Speaking of which, you two look alike."
"Nah," Laguna says, in an attempt to be jovial, "He looks like his mother, that one."
Finally, he looks up at the woman. She doesn't have long hair. She doesn't have Raine's eyes. She stares back warily at him.
"Do you know the previous owner of this house?"
It takes awhile for Laguna to answer. He returns his gaze to the floor, sighing. "Yeah, I used to."
"Hey, don't move for a second."
"What?"
"I said, don't move. Don't look up."
Laguna tries as best as he can to steady his posture, wondering what she was doing. He peers through his bangs, trying to see. She wasn't anywhere in his view...
"No, that's not it. Keep talking!"
"About what?"
"The previous owner. Of this house. Go on."
"...It's... too painful."
"And that's exactly what I want. Do it."
Laguna rarely ever felt rage, but the thought of this random stranger provoking him about Raine's memory was... too much.
"I don't want to," he answers petulantly, making a move to get up. She sat in the corner of her room, a brush in her hand, and newfound eagerness in her eyes.
"Who was she?" she presses on.
"I don't want to answer that."
"Where is she now?"
"I'm leaving now. Thanks for keeping the place in good ---"
"You couldn't save her," she interrupts forcefully, making him fall back to the couch, aghast.
"You don't know anything, you're just guessing," he glares at her, willing her to stop.
"Am I? That's not what your face tells me. That's not the voice of someone who gave in to fate."
"Children of fate," Laguna murmurs, his heart twinging as he thinks of Squall and Ellone.
"That's the voice of someone filled with regret. You couldn't save her."
"Enough!" Laguna yells, enraged. He stalks over to her, the tiny vengeful part of him grinning in satisfaction at the way her expression changed from confident to terrified. He yanks the brush out of her hand, causing the palette with a few colours to drop to the floor.
"I told you to stop," he says more quietly now. She looks up at him, breathing hard. "Why?" he shakes her. "Why force the issue?? On a complete stranger??"
"Grief is the solace of the artist," she murmurs, barely audible. "We seek it endlessly, to capture it and preserve it. We are tormented and we revel in it. Your grief... it caught me."
"..."
"It's hard to explain," she says. "There's something beautiful in the expression of a man mourning his loved one. There's something beautiful in the unbalanced... side of an unrequited love. There's something beautiful in..." she swallows, "...in death. I paint all the things I see as beautiful. And if I can make... people who look at my paintings, feel this same melancholy, I can... I don't know. It's how I work..."
"But you're right," she says suddenly, pulling herself together. "I went too far. I'm sorry."
"Please leave."
Throughout her monologue, Laguna was not paying too much attention. He was gazing instead, at the quick outline of himself drawn by the woman. It was still very much an incomplete sketch of sorts, with barely any colour added to it.
"That's fine," he responds blankly.
He makes a move to leave.
"That painting's complete," he adds, standing at the top of the stairway.
"What?"
"That's... me. That's all you needed to draw. It's perfect."
He flashes her a winning smile, before descending down the stairs.
It takes him three days to realize that he wanted to see her again. He spends the next week agonizing about it, enduring the torments of Kiros and Ward. It takes Ellone less than an hour to convince him to go back. It takes him three seconds for his leg to cramp up again, as he asks her out for a cup of coffee.
It takes him more than a year before he finally decides to tell Squall about their relationship, but that's a different story.
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lightofeiliaClass: Monk
Title: NONE. I HATE TITLES
Summary: Prompt for
lumati; some Laguna and Rinoa bonding time. Characters/Pairings: Laguna, Rinoa, and a side of Squall
Word count: 644
Rating/warnings: Unbeta-ed.
"I never got to thank you, Rinoa."
Rinoa turned to look at Laguna, who was idly sipping a glass of wine, gazing thoughtfully at her.
"For what?" she says easily, smiling at him. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Selphie and Irvine badgering Squall on the dance floor, who appeared quite... tipsy.
"I know you persuaded him to invite me," he replies, a tinge of hurt in his voice. He immediately shakes it away with a joke. "I bet you came up with the entire guest list too, huh? Squall's guest list would probably include only one person: Ellone."
Rinoa giggles in agreement. She'd been just as surprised as Squall to find out that Laguna was his father. The two were nothing alike... well, except the tendency to hide their emotions behind some sort of facade.
"You'll take good care of him, I think," says Laguna amiably, offering her another glass of wine. "By the way, your dress looks fantastic. Reminds me of your mother."
"You knew my mother?" This day was full of surprises.
"Yeah," he answers dreamily. "I love Raine, and I still do, but man, your mother. She was quite the --- oof!! What the --?"
"Laguna, foot in mouth. Now. Hello Rinoa, you look good. I honestly didn't expect Squall to propose."
"Yes, no one really expects much of him unless it's SeeD-related," Rinoa answers, grinning at them. She turns to look at her fiance only to watch him fall over a chair and pulling Irvine down with him.
"I never expected to see Squall drunk either," Laguna chimes in amusedly. "Can't hold his liquor, hmm? Well, that's another thing that he never inherited from me!"
Kiros and Ward snort simultaneously, before pouring Laguna more wine.
Half an hour later...
"Let's have an all-round toast to Squall and Rinoa!" Laguna yells out happily, one arm around Ward who was trying to support him.
"Cheers!"
"To Rinoa and Squall!"
"Who are they?"
The crowd pause and turn to Laguna, shooting him weird looks.
"They're --- my future --- son," he gasps out, gulping down more alcohol before continuing with, "And daughter-in-law, who are gonna KICK YER ASS SEVENTEEN WAYS TO HYNE'S GATE IF YOU DON'T FINISH YOUR DRINK NOW!!!"
"BOTTOMS UP!"
"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!"
The rest of the night passes in a blur for everyone. Ward and Rinoa were the only sober people left by the time the party rolled to an end. Rinoa felt that it was her duty to look after her friends who appeared to be too drunk to even remember who Ultimecia was. She figured she'd have her own fun during her bachelorette party.
Besides, seeing Laguna and Squall try to hug each other without falling on top of the other was hilarious. That, and the Quistis/Nida/Xu scandal looked promising.
"Ward, can you help me carry Laguna to his room?" she asks. Ward nods, and they both move towards Laguna, who lay slumped on the floor next to Squall. Rinoa couldn't help the smile spreading across her face, wishing she had a camera. Squall would never admit this night ever happened. He'd probably go so far as to ban it from ever being mentioned.
"Muh... Raine..."
"Laguna? You've had a lot to drink."
"M'sorry, Raine."
Rinoa's heart breaks a little. She knew the woman named Raine was Squall's mother, but didn't know a lot about her.
"Laguna, it's me, Rinoa."
"Huh --- bwuh? OHh. Rinoa... glad you're marrying Squall," his voice slurs. "Tell him... not to hate me, alrigh'? Tell him.. I din' know."
"I will," she promises him earnestly, laying his head on a pillow.
"Tell him... is okay to be angry... but not hate."
"I will."
"Is not good to hate... donkeys."
Rinoa blinks.
"Chicobos on a cloud... no fair, Squall..."
She laughs as she leaves the room.
"Goodnight, Laguna."
Title: NONE. I HATE TITLES
Summary: Prompt for
zerrat; years into his presidency, Laguna tries dating again. Characters/Pairings: Laguna, mostly.
Word count: 1215
Rating/warnings: Unbeta-ed.
There's nothing left there.
He knows this but still cannot help but cradle those memories in his head, secretly feeding the urge to go back to that place. That one place, that one time, when they were all happy together. Before Elle was snatched away, before everything.
There's nothing left there now, but he wants to go anyway. Before, he went only to Raine's grave. He didn't dare enter the village. But the longing remains the same.
It takes him a year after "the" Sorceress war against Ultimecia to express this wish to Kiros and Ward. They encourage him to go, but he is still afraid. It takes another two months before he tells Ellone, now living with him at the Presidential Palace.
And then they leave. It wasn't really a kidnapping (no one could really kidnap Laguna, as he ran off quite often, dumping all of his duties to Kiros and Ward) but the way Laguna was torn between going and staying, the way Kiros and Ward all but pushed him onto the train, it might as well have been. When pressed, he couldn't say what was bothering him. Was it the memories of Raine? Was it the guilt eating away at him, for abandoning Raine and Squall to save Ellone? Was it the people of Winhill who hated his guts right down to the very cell?
Perhaps it was all of it, because as he stepped into the cool, serene town of Winhill, he felt anxiety and nervousness creep up on him.
He is only vaguely aware of Ellone softly telling him that she'd be next door. He ignores the hissed whispers and the angry scoffs of the villagers.
He enters the bar, feeling awkwardly self-conscious, as though expecting the living, breathing form of Raine ready to reprimand him for however long he'd be gone. She'd be standing behind the counter, wiping down the surface, organizing the glasses and various liquors. Her ring would gleam for a moment and he'd gaze, transfixed, at her hand.
It's been eighteen years, Raine.
The smell of Raine's white flowers permeate the room, welcoming him home.
He doesn't know how long he stands there, but a startled scream jolts him out of his reverie.
"Aaargh! Get out of my house! Who do you think you are, barging into people's homes like this?!"
He turns only in time to see the door to the stairway close in a huff. That voice wasn't Raine's... but... that hair. That unmistakeable figure.
It can't be.
He barges through anyway, and runs up the stairs.
"I said get out! Or I'll call the police!"
It's not Raine.
Unthinkingly, Laguna blurts, "Didn't you have long hair a second ago?"
"You're crazy," she shakes her head. "You're crazy, and don't come near me."
Laguna doesn't move towards her, but instead collapses onto the nearest couch, holding his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry," he says, unable to stop the disappointment spilling over in his voice.
A few moments pass, possibly as the woman tried to assess her safety and his sanity.
"You'd better be," she says roughly, but it seems as though she's decided that he's not a danger. "It's happened before, and that young man was equally as sorry. Speaking of which, you two look alike."
"Nah," Laguna says, in an attempt to be jovial, "He looks like his mother, that one."
Finally, he looks up at the woman. She doesn't have long hair. She doesn't have Raine's eyes. She stares back warily at him.
"Do you know the previous owner of this house?"
It takes awhile for Laguna to answer. He returns his gaze to the floor, sighing. "Yeah, I used to."
"Hey, don't move for a second."
"What?"
"I said, don't move. Don't look up."
Laguna tries as best as he can to steady his posture, wondering what she was doing. He peers through his bangs, trying to see. She wasn't anywhere in his view...
"No, that's not it. Keep talking!"
"About what?"
"The previous owner. Of this house. Go on."
"...It's... too painful."
"And that's exactly what I want. Do it."
Laguna rarely ever felt rage, but the thought of this random stranger provoking him about Raine's memory was... too much.
"I don't want to," he answers petulantly, making a move to get up. She sat in the corner of her room, a brush in her hand, and newfound eagerness in her eyes.
"Who was she?" she presses on.
"I don't want to answer that."
"Where is she now?"
"I'm leaving now. Thanks for keeping the place in good ---"
"You couldn't save her," she interrupts forcefully, making him fall back to the couch, aghast.
"You don't know anything, you're just guessing," he glares at her, willing her to stop.
"Am I? That's not what your face tells me. That's not the voice of someone who gave in to fate."
"Children of fate," Laguna murmurs, his heart twinging as he thinks of Squall and Ellone.
"That's the voice of someone filled with regret. You couldn't save her."
"Enough!" Laguna yells, enraged. He stalks over to her, the tiny vengeful part of him grinning in satisfaction at the way her expression changed from confident to terrified. He yanks the brush out of her hand, causing the palette with a few colours to drop to the floor.
"I told you to stop," he says more quietly now. She looks up at him, breathing hard. "Why?" he shakes her. "Why force the issue?? On a complete stranger??"
"Grief is the solace of the artist," she murmurs, barely audible. "We seek it endlessly, to capture it and preserve it. We are tormented and we revel in it. Your grief... it caught me."
"..."
"It's hard to explain," she says. "There's something beautiful in the expression of a man mourning his loved one. There's something beautiful in the unbalanced... side of an unrequited love. There's something beautiful in..." she swallows, "...in death. I paint all the things I see as beautiful. And if I can make... people who look at my paintings, feel this same melancholy, I can... I don't know. It's how I work..."
"But you're right," she says suddenly, pulling herself together. "I went too far. I'm sorry."
"Please leave."
Throughout her monologue, Laguna was not paying too much attention. He was gazing instead, at the quick outline of himself drawn by the woman. It was still very much an incomplete sketch of sorts, with barely any colour added to it.
"That's fine," he responds blankly.
He makes a move to leave.
"That painting's complete," he adds, standing at the top of the stairway.
"What?"
"That's... me. That's all you needed to draw. It's perfect."
He flashes her a winning smile, before descending down the stairs.
It takes him three days to realize that he wanted to see her again. He spends the next week agonizing about it, enduring the torments of Kiros and Ward. It takes Ellone less than an hour to convince him to go back. It takes him three seconds for his leg to cramp up again, as he asks her out for a cup of coffee.
It takes him more than a year before he finally decides to tell Squall about their relationship, but that's a different story.
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