Final Fantasy IV (Cecil/Rosa)
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kinkfestTitle: All I Need
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: non-graphic sex
Word count: 1,101
Summary: Rosa's dreams of Cecil come true.
Prompt: #15. Final Fantasy IV, Cecil/Rosa: Fairy-tale romance - "I've been right in front of you all this time."
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm so late posting this.
All I Need
I never really understood his anger with me or why he seemed to forever avoid me and ignore me like I wasn’t even there. I’d loved him since the first moment I laid eyes on him, known that a passionate, caring man lay beneath the black armor the king had bound him with. But, he never seemed to realize his own potential, his own ability to do good, and he shunned any reminder that he was not all the man he should be.
After his battle on Mt. Ordeals, when he emerged in armor that shone like morning light, I knew he could no longer resist the truth, that he had beaten his doubt and his darkness, that he would lead us and be the savior of our world. I also knew that the quest to save our world would be his greatest love and that there was no room in his life for me in spite of all my hopes and dreams.
It wasn’t until I found myself separated from the others, driven aside by monsters in the heat of battle that I realized how little meaning my life had without him. I would follow him to the ends of our world and to the moon beyond, but once our quest was over, I trembled to think of what life would be like alone.
I didn’t have enough magic left to cast the one spell that might save my life, so I drew my bow and drove magic arrows deep into the monster’s hide. I’d be damned if I’d end up some creature’s dinner while the others still needed me. I was a healer, a white mage, and I had the power to make them whole.
All it took was one direct blow—a blow I never saw coming—for the monster to take my insignificant life from me.
As I lay alone on the ground, my body grown cold, my life blood soaking into the thick grass beneath me, he came, sword flashing, armor glowing with a million shades of magic light. He fought the beast with an anger I’d never thought possible, with tears in his eyes and magic exploding from his fingertips.
And when the fight was done, he knelt beside me and took me in his arms. Cecil, my paladin, my glorious knight in shining armor, come to whisk me away to paradise, escort me to the afterlife where golden castles lit the skies.
But, the world grew dark and pain shuddered through my body. I tried to remain brave, tried to offer blessing for his continued safety, but all I could do was clutch at his robes, stained with my blood, and cry. He bent to kiss me, not the chaste kiss of a brother or a friend, but a kiss filled with love and passion placed directly on my lips. The kiss I’d always wished for, the love I’d always wanted.
Too late.
“Rosa,” he whispered, in a voice filled with pain. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I never…I always thought there would be time…later…that we could…that I could…I should have told you. I should have noticed.” He wagged his head, tears spilling onto my face. “Where were you when I wandered alone in the darkness and fought this evil inside me?”
Somehow, it was enough that he had finally noticed and with one hand intertwined in his fair hair finer than gold, I whispered, “I love you, Cecil, and I’ve always been here. I’ve been right in front of you all this time.”
I think I lost consciousness then. Or maybe…maybe I really died. But, when I opened my eyes again, he was glowing with the light of a thousand suns, and that light had filled me and warmed me, and healed even the deepest of my fatal wounds. Still he held me, so close and so tight that I thought he might never let me go.
When I told him we should rejoin the others, he said we’d meet up with them, that he’d told them to go on ahead. And he wept with joy and with sorrow and I wept with him: for the past, for the future, for the people we’d been and those we’d still become.
He carried me into the forest, along a path lined with moss and trees so thick I couldn’t see between. To a place as beautiful as paradise, a sloping field covered with flowers of white. To a stream that bubbled from the side of a gleaming mountain that rose into the clouds.
And there he gently stripped me and washed me and made love to me with hands so tender and lips so warm that I was sure the monster had killed us and that we had both died and gone to the afterlife together.
As we lay there in the afterglow, intertwined in one another’s arms, he asked me, “Rosa, when the battle is over and our world is ours once again, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?”
I wanted to ask him if the dead could marry, but to do so would have interrupted our bliss. It wasn’t until the dark clouds blotted out the sun and the cries of our comrades reached us that I realized I truly was alive, more alive than I’d ever been my entire life.
And not only alive, but my dreams had come true.
We dressed quickly and then he took me in his arms and kissed me again. Capturing my hands he whispered, “Stay close.” And in that split second between the blinking of an eye, he teleported us out to join the others.
Our journey was long, our battles perilous and fraught with death. But, when it was over, and Cecil had been crowned the king of all Baron, he met me at the end of a petal-strewn aisle, his white armor gleaming in the falling light, and took me for bride as he promised.
That night, after our wedding, as he removed my beautiful white gown, he loved me as no king has loved a queen, and promised me his love for that day and the next day, for as long as we both should live.
And, he has always kept that promise, has loved me every day and every night, kept me in his heart whether we were together or apart. And, I know, deep inside me that even when we grow old and pass from this life to the next, we will always be together.
His love is all I need.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: non-graphic sex
Word count: 1,101
Summary: Rosa's dreams of Cecil come true.
Prompt: #15. Final Fantasy IV, Cecil/Rosa: Fairy-tale romance - "I've been right in front of you all this time."
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm so late posting this.
All I Need
I never really understood his anger with me or why he seemed to forever avoid me and ignore me like I wasn’t even there. I’d loved him since the first moment I laid eyes on him, known that a passionate, caring man lay beneath the black armor the king had bound him with. But, he never seemed to realize his own potential, his own ability to do good, and he shunned any reminder that he was not all the man he should be.
After his battle on Mt. Ordeals, when he emerged in armor that shone like morning light, I knew he could no longer resist the truth, that he had beaten his doubt and his darkness, that he would lead us and be the savior of our world. I also knew that the quest to save our world would be his greatest love and that there was no room in his life for me in spite of all my hopes and dreams.
It wasn’t until I found myself separated from the others, driven aside by monsters in the heat of battle that I realized how little meaning my life had without him. I would follow him to the ends of our world and to the moon beyond, but once our quest was over, I trembled to think of what life would be like alone.
I didn’t have enough magic left to cast the one spell that might save my life, so I drew my bow and drove magic arrows deep into the monster’s hide. I’d be damned if I’d end up some creature’s dinner while the others still needed me. I was a healer, a white mage, and I had the power to make them whole.
All it took was one direct blow—a blow I never saw coming—for the monster to take my insignificant life from me.
As I lay alone on the ground, my body grown cold, my life blood soaking into the thick grass beneath me, he came, sword flashing, armor glowing with a million shades of magic light. He fought the beast with an anger I’d never thought possible, with tears in his eyes and magic exploding from his fingertips.
And when the fight was done, he knelt beside me and took me in his arms. Cecil, my paladin, my glorious knight in shining armor, come to whisk me away to paradise, escort me to the afterlife where golden castles lit the skies.
But, the world grew dark and pain shuddered through my body. I tried to remain brave, tried to offer blessing for his continued safety, but all I could do was clutch at his robes, stained with my blood, and cry. He bent to kiss me, not the chaste kiss of a brother or a friend, but a kiss filled with love and passion placed directly on my lips. The kiss I’d always wished for, the love I’d always wanted.
Too late.
“Rosa,” he whispered, in a voice filled with pain. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I never…I always thought there would be time…later…that we could…that I could…I should have told you. I should have noticed.” He wagged his head, tears spilling onto my face. “Where were you when I wandered alone in the darkness and fought this evil inside me?”
Somehow, it was enough that he had finally noticed and with one hand intertwined in his fair hair finer than gold, I whispered, “I love you, Cecil, and I’ve always been here. I’ve been right in front of you all this time.”
I think I lost consciousness then. Or maybe…maybe I really died. But, when I opened my eyes again, he was glowing with the light of a thousand suns, and that light had filled me and warmed me, and healed even the deepest of my fatal wounds. Still he held me, so close and so tight that I thought he might never let me go.
When I told him we should rejoin the others, he said we’d meet up with them, that he’d told them to go on ahead. And he wept with joy and with sorrow and I wept with him: for the past, for the future, for the people we’d been and those we’d still become.
He carried me into the forest, along a path lined with moss and trees so thick I couldn’t see between. To a place as beautiful as paradise, a sloping field covered with flowers of white. To a stream that bubbled from the side of a gleaming mountain that rose into the clouds.
And there he gently stripped me and washed me and made love to me with hands so tender and lips so warm that I was sure the monster had killed us and that we had both died and gone to the afterlife together.
As we lay there in the afterglow, intertwined in one another’s arms, he asked me, “Rosa, when the battle is over and our world is ours once again, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?”
I wanted to ask him if the dead could marry, but to do so would have interrupted our bliss. It wasn’t until the dark clouds blotted out the sun and the cries of our comrades reached us that I realized I truly was alive, more alive than I’d ever been my entire life.
And not only alive, but my dreams had come true.
We dressed quickly and then he took me in his arms and kissed me again. Capturing my hands he whispered, “Stay close.” And in that split second between the blinking of an eye, he teleported us out to join the others.
Our journey was long, our battles perilous and fraught with death. But, when it was over, and Cecil had been crowned the king of all Baron, he met me at the end of a petal-strewn aisle, his white armor gleaming in the falling light, and took me for bride as he promised.
That night, after our wedding, as he removed my beautiful white gown, he loved me as no king has loved a queen, and promised me his love for that day and the next day, for as long as we both should live.
And, he has always kept that promise, has loved me every day and every night, kept me in his heart whether we were together or apart. And, I know, deep inside me that even when we grow old and pass from this life to the next, we will always be together.
His love is all I need.
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