Judge my words, if you may, my fair reader; I only ask for you to remember our names, and our stories. We only wish to be free. I am Elysia, the Sorceress, and before dying, please let me tell you the story of my adored Knight, Eryndor, and how his brothers Loriam and Eamon became the Guardians of our secrets. [or; how the Guardian Force Brothers came to be]

this is a story of my three favorite final fantasy 8 characters Sqaull LeonHart Rinoa Heartily and Seifer Alamasy there not too many stories of them so I'm writing my own story if you like vampires this the story for if you don't like vampires vampires this isn't the story for you

Only on the train, she feels like she can breathe again. An intense perfume of iris fills her nostrils, and somehow, even as alone as she has ever been, even as lonely as she has ever been, she feels at home, because it's her mother's perfume, and maybe it is a sign, and she needs to be strong and independent and confident and smart, now. She will spread her wings, and fly.

AU. As a favor to an old friend, Rinoa is hired to photograph the debut album of the up and coming rock group, Absolute Lore. There she meets the quiet and enigmatic drummer named Squall, and Rinoa quickly learns that musicians are truly the guiltiest of all guilty pleasures.

She is everything he wants, with an intensity that can only match the ferocity of their disagreements, yet she is everything he will never have.

He wonders, does she know that every time she makes him laugh, he falls in love with her a little more? Does she know that he probably looks so besotted all the time because this falling feels like flying, and he doesn't want it to stop?

Love never says goodbye.

The passionate, ardent love his destiny apparently had in store for him would not come true. It couldn't. He wouldn't let it come true. The brown doe eyes looking at him could draw him in if he wasn't careful enough. But he had spent years perfecting the craft of indifference and independence, and a pair of eyes, fine as they may be, would not make his defenses crumble.

Post war, Quistis escapes an abusive relationship. She flees to the orphanage to heal and gets more than she bargained for. *themes of domestic abuse*

An in-depth, full length novelization/re-imagining of the beloved video game. Volumes I, II & III complete. Volume IV in progress.

Quistis sets out to make some flowers for her best friend's birthday.

Le WriYe, Quoicé ? Cette année, c'est WriYe. Pour ceux qui connaissent pas, c'est comme le nano, mais sur 1 année. Pour ceux qui connaissent pas le nano, c'est écrire une nouvelle de 50k en 1 mois. Le WriYe, c'est écrire tous les jours sans faute pendant un an. Pour les jours manquant, allez voir sur mon profil les autres wriye par fandom Bonne lecture !

[Post-Game / Squall / Slow Burn] When does one become greater than the sum of his mistakes? Reeling in the aftermath of all that could have been, Squall Leonhart—a year shy of thirty, weekend father, and disgraced SeeD—is left to examine a lifetime of failed attempts at happiness, all while trying to overcome the demons of his past. (Full Synopsis in Prologue)

A piece I wrote in Succession of Witches describing how Seifer and Quistis officially got together, but had to cut down many details to keep down the number of words. An inspiration from eiko82's art /eiko82/712481569909227520/i-win-again-you-know-the-rules-seifer-strip?source share.

Acma, a gifted transfer student from Trabia with exceptional magic skills but limited physical strength, arrives at Balamb. Xu assigns her to Zyma, also known as Joker of the CC group and a GF expert, for martial arts training, who also helps her discover her Limit Break and innate abilities. The back stories of original characters from my other FF8 work, "Succession of Witches".

Sometimes, being happy is just so easy – all it takes is her husband's affection, her son's happiness, her dog's antics, her friends' willingness to spend time together.

Her dream about being five, sitting alone in an ambulance while firefighters and paramedics were running against time to extract her mother from her car's wreckage, has left a bitter and painful aftertaste in her mouth, something that not even her doting husband's presence or her beloved friend's jokes can soften.

When Rinoa lies her way onto the pirate ship Lionheart in search of adventure, she gets more than she bargained for. There's a handsome, cranky Captain, rival pirates, sunken treasure beyond her wildest dreams, a pair of bickering ghosts, kitchen mishaps, bounty hunters, sea monsters, and maybe even a little romance. That is, if the Captain doesn't throw her overboard first...

Nobody knows how his touch soothes something deep and ethereal inside of her, as much as it can awaken something carnal and greedy from those same depths.

It's his eyes, she thinks, the reason why she so easily surrenders every time he asks something. [Warning: slight sexual content]

Acma follows Zyma for a mission in Timber. They chat about their motivations to become SeeDs, explaining choices they'll make in Succession of Witches.

[Seifer x Squall] [High School Alternate Universe] There are some wounds that run much deeper than others, and some that can never be cured. And yet, against all odds, there are people who will try to heal them all the same... even if it may ruin them in the end.

Weeks into a trek that promises a cure for his beloved Moomba's decline, Irvine and his dear traveling companion find themselves pushed beyond their limits, in what may signify a close end to each other's journey.

The melody in her memories is hazy, but it's there. She'll nurture it and care for it, and bring it to the world again. Tears have nothing to do with that. Resolve does. Love does. [Rinoa, music, and the pain that heals.]

As the people of Galbadia and Esthar begin to succumb to a bizzare brain-altering sickness, Commander Squall 'Leon' Leonhart has only 60 days to stop the world as he knows it from ending. If only a certain mysterious sorceress candidate would reveal what she knows. And if only he could remember what really happened at the Dollet Communication Tower all those years ago...