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We'll be doing something different this year! Last year's round got confusing, which is mainly our (read: Sev's) fault for poor management of the post. So this year, here's what will go down in the BATTLING RING:
- From 04 February 2010 until 12 February 2010, post your PROMPTS, as comments to this post.
- Prompts should be things like Fandom/Canon, Name/Name, word or phrase
- There's no limit to how much or how many things you can ask for! Just remember, it's nice to give back what you ask for! THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID
- Feel free to peruse the list and start looking for those intriguing kisses you know you want to write – just don't start posting yet!
- On 14 February 2010, we'll edit the post to include a master compilation list of all the prompts for easy access! We'll also post a reminder entry for people who are watching the comm. :)
- From there, go crazy! It'll work like the other years:
- Peruse the comments and find something you like!
- Write your kiss!
- Post it in reply to the comment, to the community, or both! Use the subject line to denote Fandom/Canon, Characters/Pairing, and Rating, for those of us who might be trying to be work-safe.
- One kiss ficbit per comment/entry, please!
- Art is not only allowed, it is encouraged and loved! This may have been a fic-centric challenge in the past, but we're ready for you artists to go for a win! THAT'S RIGHT, THESE ARE FIGHTIN' WORDS.
- In a few weeks, we'll officially close the round – although you're always welcome to continue to write unofficially after the end.
- Whoever writes the most kisses is the winner!
So who's ready? A CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED. Drop those prompts in the post and help to spread the word!
THE MASTER LIST OF KISSING PROMPTS
NOTES ON THE PROMPTS
- Prompts have been alphabetized. Pairings are listed in alphabetical order for easy reading and searching and sorting!
- Please check the original comment before replying -- we've worked hard, but we're not perfect <3
- Please leave your kisses as replies to the original comment (whether in the comment itself or as a link)!
- Here's how it works:
- Peruse the comments and find something you like!
- Write your kiss!
- Post it in reply to the comment, to the community, or both! Use the subject line to denote Fandom/Canon, Characters/Pairing, and Rating, for those of us who might be trying to be work-safe.
- One kiss ficbit per comment/entry, please!
- Art is not only allowed, it is encouraged and loved! This may have been a fic-centric challenge in the past, but we're ready for you artists to go for a win! THAT'S RIGHT, THESE ARE FIGHTIN' WORDS.
- Most kisses wins!
MASTER LIST OF KISSING PROMPTS
FFI
Any Light Warrior/Any Fiend, Elemental Polarity -
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ovo_lexaArylon/Darryl, "OMG, LEGS! :D" -
ovo_lexaArylon/Elf Prince, Mistaken Identity -
ovo_lexaArylon/Garland, Fountain -
ovo_lexaGarland/Sara, Symbolism -
ovo_lexaJim/Kope, Shiny! -
ovo_lexaFFII
Guy/Maria, Civilization -
ovo_lexaLeila/Paul, Modus Operandi -
ovo_lexaFFIII
Doga/Une, Human Nature -
ovo_lexaFFIV
Anna/Edward, Masks -
ovo_lexaCecil/Edge, you're prettier than a woman -
imadra_blueCecil/Kain, for a flower -
imadra_blueCecil/Kain, and you're never coming around -
zidaneCecil/Kain/Rosa, innocent intentions -
wallwalkerCecil/Kain/Rosa, literature -
first_seventheCecil/Rosa, you never think about me like I think about you -
imadra_blueCecil/Rosa, the color fades -
venefica_auraCecil/Rosa, you'll keep me standing tall -
zidaneEdge/Kain, at the bottom -
first_seventheEdge/Kain/Rydia, play the hand you're dealt -
first_seventheEdge/Rydia, summoned -
owlmooseEdge/Rydia, to those who wait -
tinamachina Edge/Rydia, hilarious -
first_seventheEdge/Rydia, as lovers go -
zidaneEdward/Rydia, something less complicated -
venefica_aura Edward/Rydia, not-so-courtly romance -
wallwalkerFuSoYa/Zemus, Evil -
ovo_lexaKain/Rosa, I would give it all - I would sacrifice -
zidaneKain/Rydia, Flightless -
ovo_lexaKain/Rydia, absolution -
tinamachina Kain/Valvalis, us against the world -
wallwalkerRosa/Rydia, something borrowed -
first_seventheRosa/Rydia -
irish_aisRubicant/Valvalis, Shapeshift -
ovo_lexaYang/Yang's Wife, Sylphs -
ovo_lexaFFIV: TAY
Ceodore/Kain, like father like son -
tinamachina Ceodore/Ursula, hell yeah I'm the M--F-- princess! -
tinamachina Leonora/Palom, fire and ice -
tinamachina Palom/Porom, hush -
first_seventhePalom/Rydia, fire -
first_seventheFFV
Butz/Faris, Drowning -
ovo_lexaBartz/Faris, sea of no cares -
zidaneBartz/Lenna, such great heights -
zidaneFaris/Anyone, Why The Hell Not? -
ovo_lexaFaris/Gilgamesh, Courting With Disaster -
ovo_lexaFaris/Lenna, just a sisterly kiss(?) -
wounded_melodyFFV: LotC
Rouge/Valcus, Career Choices -
ovo_lexaFFVI
Celes/Edgar, Once Upon A Time in Figaro -
astrangerentersCeles/Locke, rain -
seta_suzumeCeles/Locke, the ghost in you, she don't fade -
zidaneCeles/Locke/Setzer, something warm and sweet to drink -
wallwalkerCeles/Locke/Terra, the plots of women -
seta_suzumeCeles/Locke/Terra, Kaleidoscope -
ovo_lexaCeles/Sabin, Reunion -
ovo_lexaCeles/Setzer, change of heart -
astrangerentersCeles/Terra, heaven and earth -
imadra_blueCeles/Terra, through the looking glass -
ellnyxCeles/Terra, balance -
ovo_lexaCeles/Terra, negative space -
magicgenetekCeles/Terra, complexity -
first_seventheCyan/Elayne, modest -
seta_suzumeCyan/Locke, Stupidity -
ovo_lexaCyan/Terra, when summer finally comes -
wallwalkerDaryl/Setzer, adrenaline rush -
wallwalkerEdgar/Anyone, gentlemanly style -
magicgenetekEdgar/Gogo, under the mask -
magicgenetekEdgar/Locke, The greatest thief in the high Sahara -
zidaneEdgar/Sabin, just a brotherly kiss(?) -
wounded_melodyEdgar/Sabin, tools -
first_seventheEdgar/Setzer, you look kinda like Maria -
wounded_melodyEdgar/Terra, not a queen -
imadra_blueEdgar/Terra, technicalities -
seta_suzumeEdgar/Terra, snowflakes -
fatadellaluceEdgar/Terra, treating you like a princess -
wallwalkerEdgar/Terra, Oh, we're absolute beginners -
zidaneGau/Relm, moogle -
fatadellaluceGestahl/Kefka, devil's advocate -
magicgenetekGoddess/Kefka, ascension -
magicgenetekInterceptor&Shadow, Best Friend -
ovo_lexaKefka/Terra, danger -
je_suis_kristi Kefka/Terra, kissing the devil - anonymous
Leo/Terra, things not said -
magicgenetekMadeline/Maduin, twine -
fatadellaluceSabin/Terra, graceful for a bear -
seta_suzumeSabin/Terra, laughing at yourself -
wallwalkerSetzer/Gogo, yarn -
fatadellaluceSetzer/Terra, don't stand so close to me -
venefica_auraSetzer/Terra, the toughest gamble -
magicgenetekSetzer/Terra, up in the air -
tinamachina Setzer/Terra, come sail away to the stars -
zidaneSetzer/Terra, finally free of obligations - anonymous
FFVII
Aeris/Cloud, reading between the lines -
spiralstarfallAeris/Reeve, show me the city -
seta_suzumeAerith/Tifa, in replacement -
imadra_blueAeris/Tifa, lace -
seta_suzumeAeris/Tifa, remember? -
spiralstarfallAeris/Tifa, so that's what ribbons are for -
auronluAeris/Tifa, in the Temple of the Ancients -
laserdragonAerith/Yuffie, cute like a moogle -
imadra_blueAeris/Yuffie, on lady-like behavior -
laserdragonAerith/Zack, never got my last kiss -
imadra_blueAeris/Zack, better in dresses -
magicgenetekAeris/Zack, I waited for you -
spiralstarfallAeris/Zack, colors (particularly blue, green, pink, and white) -
laserdragonBarret/Cloud, poor life choices -
laserdragonBarret/Tifa, Could you be any louder? -
valeria_15Barret/Tifa, sparring -
wallwalkerBarret/Tifa, baking -
first_seventheCloud/Reno, binge drinking -
astrangerentersCloud/Tifa, never got our happy ending -
imadra_blueCloud/Tifa, late night ride -
astrangerentersCloud/Tifa, She liked candy kisses, but not the chocolate kind -
sekiharataeCloud/Tifa, promises kept/promises broken -
laserdragonCloud/Vincent, tell no one -
tinamachina Cloud/Yuffie, how about you kiss back this time? -
imadra_blueCloud/Yuffie, punitive measures -
wallwalkerCloud/Zack - don't know why I did that -
imadra_blueCloud/Zack, the proof that you were totally wasted -
laserdragonElena/Reno, Dress Code -
ovo_lexaElena/Rude, exasperation -
wallwalkerElena/Tifa, Long black hair looks good on more than one person -
vegakaperaElena/Tifa, short skirts -
venefica_auraElena/Tseng, "I break the rules so I don't care" -
first_seventheElmyra/Reeve, the gentlemanly thing to do -
laserdragonHojo/Lucrecia, the specimens are watching -
seta_suzumeHojo/Lucrecia, the last one alive -
venefica_auraHojo/Lucretia, creeping ivy -
magicgenetekLucretia/Vincent, coming up for air -
seta_suzumePresident Shinra/Rufus, the taste of trust -
ellnyxReno/Anyone, SNAFUBAR -
first_seventheReno/Tseng, headshot -
vegakaperaReno/Yuffie, will it make you go away? -
imadra_blueRude/Rufus, Steady as a rock -
vegakaperaRufus/Tifa, daddy's girl -
nerithekaRufus/Tseng, it's not because of that -
imadra_blueScarlet/Tifa/Zack, fuschia madness -
nerithekaSephiroth/Tifa, necromaniac -
nerithekaSephiroth/Zack, entertainment -
imadra_blueTifa/Vincent, bite me not -
nerithekaTseng/Zack, actually, I like blond hair -
imadra_blueTseng/Zack, 'I trust you' -
vegakaperaVincent/Yuffie, it might be contagious -
imadra_blueFFVII: AC
Kadaj/Tifa, and so the lion fell in love with the lamb -
spiralstarfallMoogle Girl/Tifa, so wrong but so good - anon
FFVII: CC
Angeal/Sephiroth, Affection -
vegakaperaTseng/Zack, 'I trust you' -
vegakaperaFFVII: BC
Elfe/Rufus, what are you fighting for -
venefica_auraVeld/Ifalna, trying to find a way back home -
venefica_auraVeld/Vincent, wake up and face me -
venefica_auraFFVIII
Angelo/Squall, unfaithful -
siva630Cid/Edea, our happy ending -
venefica_auraEllone/Irvine, meadows and memories -
wallwalkerEllone/Rinoa, keep falling down -
venefica_auraEllone/Rinoa, dreams and nightmares -
first_seventheEllone/Squall, missing -
tinamachina Ellone/Zell, "I'll teach you to fight" -
first_seventheFujin/Laguna, Mistaken Identity -
ovo_lexaFujin/Quistis, losing the war -
wallwalkerFUJIN/XU FUJIN/XU FUJIN/XU -
irish_aisFujin/Zell, Junction -
ovo_lexaIrvine/Quistis, trapped -
astrangerentersIrvine/Quistis, "I am too playing with fifty-two cards" -
first_seventheIrvine/Quistis -
irish_aisIrvine/Rinoa, mistaken identity -
astrangerentersKiros/Laguna, more than friends -
imadra_blueKiros/Laguna, guilt -
imadra_blueKiros/Laguna, is this our happy ending? -
imadra_blueKiros/Laguna, I'll be in my bunk -
tinamachina Laguna/Quistis, loss -
first_seventheLaguna/Raine, last kiss -
imadra_blueLaguna/Raine, leg cramps -
auronluQuistis/Rinoa, lace -
first_seventheQuistis/Seifer, though you don't deserve it -
imadra_blueQuistis/Seifer, not exactly written in the stars -
astrangerentersQuistis/Seifer -
irish_aisQuistis/Selphie, this will be more fun if you shut up -
imadra_blueQuistis/Squall, future imperfect -
astrangerentersQuistis/Squall -
irish_aisQuistis/Xu, report to my office -
auronluQuistis/Zell, Artwork -
ovo_lexaRaijin/Selphie, retraining -
wallwalkerRinoa/Seifer -
irish_aisRinoa/Squall, fireflies -
astrangerentersRinoa/Squall, shy -
spiralstarfallRinoa/Squall, without magic -
first_seventheRinoa/Squall -
irish_aisRinoa/Ultimecia, forbidden desire - anon
Rinoa/Zell, I blame the hot dogs -
auronluSeifer/pretty much anyone, basically -
irish_aisSeifer/Rinoa, another side -
spiralstarfallSeifer/Selphie, bright -
first_seventheSeifer/Selphie, "Well, you didn't get me a box of fifty-cent candy, so you're gonna have to be my eternal slave." -
irish_aisSeifer/Squall, nothing ever lasts -
imadra_blueSeifer/Squall, fury -
spiralstarfallFFIX
Amarant/Freya, oil and leather -
wallwalkerBeatrix/Blank, Back Stage -
ovo_lexaBeatrix/Freya, For one time only make an exception -
zidaneBeatrix/Freya, conquest -
laserdragonBeatrix/Ruby, Princess in a Tower -
ovo_lexaBeatrix/Steiner, intangible ink -
ellnyxBeatrix/Steiner, sparring -
auronluBeatrix/Steiner, five failed attempts at poetry (and one that succeeded) -
wallwalkerBlank/Mikoto, you could be happy -
zidaneBlank/Ruby, stars came falling on our heads -
zidaneDagger/Zidane, fussy formal clothes -
wallwalkerDagger/Zidane, I could never make it alone -
zidaneDagger/Zidane, You've got wits, you've got looks -
zidaneDagger/Zidane, all the pretty girls can't measure to you -
zidaneDagger/Zidane, in costume but out of character -
laserdragonFreya/Zidane, comrades -
owlmooseFreya/Zidane, playful -
wallwalkerFreya/Zidane, If we shadows have offended... -
laserdragonQuina/anyone, delicious -
owlmooseFFX / X-2
Auron/as many as humanly possible, the most stoic village bicycle there ever was -
muggy_mountainAuron/Braska, faith -
seta_suzumeAuron/Braska, it isn't like I don't know -
venefica_auraAuron/Braska, goodbyes -
magicgenetekAuron/Braska/Jecht, rule of three -
magicgenetekAuron/Braska/Jecht, rock bottom -
spiralstarfallAuron/Braska/Jecht, aeons -
first_seventheAuron/Jecht, rust -
seta_suzumeAuron/Jecht, Waitaminute - what is this? -
sarasa_catAuron/Jecht, drunk then sober -
wounded_melodyAuron/Jecht, "How do I make you shut up?" -
laserdragonAuron/Lulu, magma -
magicgenetekAuron/Lulu, let's kill something -
auronluAuron/Lulu, sunlight on cold skin -
wallwalkerAuron/Rin, sword-arm and shop-hand -
ellnyxAuron/Rikku, not meant to happen -
spiralstarfallAuron/Rikku, precocious -
laserdragonAuron/Wen Kinoc, too much shared history -
seta_suzumeAuron/Wen Kinoc, he was in a bid 'cos he was way behind, he was willing to make a deal -
magicgenetekAuron/Wen Kinoc, tent -
spiralstarfallBaralai/Nooj, hidden -
spiralstarfallBaralai/Nooj, after Vegnagun, after Shuyin, the truth lies bare -
spiralstarfallBaralai/Shelinda, green leaves -
fatadellaluceBaralai/Seymour, "You're not him" -
spiralstarfallBaralai/Yuna, maybe -
owlmooseBraska/Aeon (any), a covenant involves trust -
seta_suzumeBraska/Braska's Wife, hello -
muggy_mountainBraska/Jecht, swimming -
seta_suzumeElma/Lucil, leaving Clasko behind... on purpose :D -
spiralstarfallElma/Lucil, after Operation Mi'ihen, it's funny how facing death changes your perspective -
spiralstarfallElma/Luzzu, informal -
spiralstarfallGippal/Paine, "Shouldn't you be a little more..." -
laserdragonGippal/Rikku, feet solidly on the ground -
spiralstarfallGippal/Rikku, wetsuit -
fatadellaluceGippal/Rikku, "What'll I get if I do?" "It's what you'll get if you don't." -
sekiharataeIsaaru/Yuna, no way to know what might've been -
wallwalkerJecht/Jecht's Wife, good-bye -
muggy_mountainLeblanc/Nooj, cotton candy -
fatadellaluceLenne/Shuyin, rehearsal -
spiralstarfallLenne/Yuna, sweet dreams -
first_seventheLucil/Nooj, unity -
spiralstarfallLulu/Rikku, come into the water -
venefica_auraLulu/Rikku, mystery -
first_seventheLulu/Shiva, inferno -
muggy_mountainLulu/Yuna, Moonrise -
ovo_lexaLuzzu/Anyone, small comforts -
magicgenetekLuzzu/Wakka, "I do know." -
wallwalkerPaine/Nooj, shelter -
owlmoosePaine/Rikku, undress sphere -
auronluPaine/Rikku, regaining respect points -
laserdragonPaine/Rikku/Yuna, teamwork -
first_seventheRikku/Wakka, up close and personal -
spiralstarfallRikku/Wakka, not so bad, after all -
auronluRikku/Wakka, explosions -
owlmooseRikku/Yuna, these days (FFX-2) -
venefica_auraTidus/Rikku, sea spray -
wallwalkerTidus/Yuna, a midsummer night's dream -
magicgenetekTidus/Yuna, memories -
wallwalkerTidua/Yuna, Can't it be our story? -
laserdragonYuna/Any Aeon, forging a bond -
first_seventheFFXII
Al-Cid/Ashe, entanglement -
first_seventheAl-Cid/Balthier, understatement -
owlmooseAl-Cid/Balthier, "can you handle it?" -
first_seventheAshe/Balthier, insomnia -
seta_suzumeAshe/Balthier, He with power, trust it not. -
sarasa_catAshe/Balthier, all that glitters -
spiralstarfallAshe/Balthier, protocol be damned -
auronluAshe/Balthier, the sky -
owlmooseAshe/Balthier, moments of gold and flashes of light -
zidaneAshe/Basch, enough of this -
seta_suzumeAshe/Fran, Startled -
sarasa_catAshe/Fran, claws bared -
auronluAshe/Penelo, For Dalmasca -
vegakaperaBalthier/Basch, Balthier's rings -
vegakaperaBalthier/Basch, Tactical Error -
vegakaperaBalthier/Fran, clockwork -
seta_suzumeBalthier/Fran, Outlaws -
ovo_lexaBasch/Penelo, requiem -
seta_suzumeBasch/Penelo, He without power, want it not. -
sarasa_catBasch/Penelo, chicken soup -
auronluBasch/Reks, youth -
spiralstarfallBasch/Vaan, desert flower -
spiralstarfallBasch/Vossler, Don't talk such nonsense -
sarasa_catDrace/Gabranth, sacrifice -
seta_suzumeDrace/Gabranth, He with sight, need it not. -
sarasa_catDrace/Gabranth, loyalty -
spiralstarfallDr. Cid/Dr. Cid's Wife, distance -
magicgenetekDr. Cid/Venat, symbiosis -
seta_suzumeDr. Cid/Venat, Eternal -
sarasa_catDr. Cid/Venat, lovers in a dangerous time -
magicgenetekFran/Jote, it's never bitter -
ellnyxFran/Penelo, elusive -
seta_suzumeFran/Penelo, in mysterious ways -
zidaneGabranth/Larsa, speech-writing -
first_seventheGabranth(Noah)/Penelo, Love me two times -
sarasa_catGabranth/Penelo, Don't Let Me Down -
valeria_15Larsa/Penelo, balcony -
seta_suzumeLarsa/Penelo, the future -
owlmooseLarsa/Penelo, to discard -
first_seventheLarsa/Penelo, In a boy's dream -
zidanePenelo/Reks, winter -
seta_suzumePenelo/Vaan, giving back -
spiralstarfallPenelo/Vaan, dancing -
spiralstarfallPenelo/Vaan, like I'm falling for the first time -
zidanePenelo/Vayne, control - anonymous
Vayne/Venat, Trust -
sarasa_catFFXII:RW
Penelo/Velis, This is how she knew -
sarasa_catFFT
Agrias/Cid, Holy Sword -
ovo_lexaAgrias/Mustadio, Teamwork -
ovo_lexaAgrias/Ovelia, heaven -
seta_suzumeAgrias/Ovelia, Chivalry -
ovo_lexaAgrias/Ovelia, I do it for you -
zidaneAlma/Tietra, days long past -
seta_suzumeDelita/Ovelia, roses -
seta_suzumeDelita/Ovelia, my sweetest downfall -
zidaneDelita/Ovelia/Ramza, the inevitability of change -
seta_suzumeDelita/Ramza, the taste of noble blood -
imadra_blueDelita/Ramza, the sun is gone -
zidaneDelita/Vamalfra, fear is the heart of love -
zidane Mustadio/Ramza, you're a strange one -
imadra_blueMustadia/Ramza, grease -
seta_suzumeRamza/Rapha, moon shadows -
seta_suzumeRamza/Rapha, if I ever lose my faith -
zidaneFFXIII
Fang/Vanille, good morning -
wounded_melodyHope/Lightning, to hold you over til you're older -
wounded_melodyFFCC: The Crystal Bearers
Belle/Layle, For worse of for better / We Belong, We Belong / We Belong together -
zidaneBelle/Layle, blackmail -
laserdragonCid/Vaigali, for the sake of progress -
laserdragonKeiss/Layle, don't complicate it by hesitating -
zidaneFFMQ
Phoebe/Tristam, Ninjastics -
ovo_lexaFF:TSW
Jane/Neil, Missing Out -
ovo_lexaJane/Ryan, Dead Weight -
ovo_lexaFF: Dissidia
Cloud/Firion, you remind me of someone -
spiralstarfallCloud/Terra, after the battle -
wounded_melodyCloud/Terra, things precious to you -
laserdragonCloud of Darkness/Cosmos, light and darkness - anon
Cloud of Darkness/Terra and Ultimecia/Terra, erotic nightmare - anon
Garland/Sephiroth, rain -
spiralstarfallKefka/Kuja, Serious Business -
laserdragonKefka/Terra, danger -
je_suis_kristiKuja/Terra, flightless bird - anonymous
CROSSOVER
Anima/Asura; sister light, sister dark -
first_seventheBasch/Beatrix, loyal to a fault -
astrangerentersBalthier/Locke, "all knowledge is worth having" -
first_seventheBalthier/Tseng, Information -
vegakaperaBeatrix/Sephiroth (sane), power - anon
Edgar/Kain, "your darkness is bullshit" -
venefica_auraElena/Fran or Tifa/Fran, exotic -
vegakaperaFaris/Lulu, "fair lady, your words sting" -
venefica_auraJulia Heartilly/Vincent, music at the Turks bar -
astrangerentersKain/Terra, the sorrows we bear -
first_seventheKefka/Kuja, in a mirror darkly -
magicgenetekKefka/Ultimecia, let's do the time warp again -
magicgenetekPaine/Squall, whatever -
owlmooseReno/Rydia, "are you kidding me" -
first_seventheReno/Squall, mission complete -
astrangerenters
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February 4 2010, 22:55:19 UTC 2 years ago
Final Fantasy IV, Rydia/Edward, not-so-courtly romance
Final Fantasy IV, Cecil/Rosa/Kain, innocent intentions
Final Fantasy IV, Kain/Valvalis (or whatever version's spelling you use,) us against the world
Final Fantasy VI, Cyan/Terra, when summer finally comes
Final Fantasy VI, Sabin/Terra, laughing at yourself
Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Terra, treating you like a princess
Final Fantasy VI, Setzer/Daryl, adrenaline rush
Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes/Setzer, something warm and sweet to drink
Final Fantasy VII (OGC), Barret/Tifa, sparring
Final Fantasy VII (OGC), Cloud/Yuffie, punitive measures
Final Fantasy VII (OGC), Rude/Elena, exasperation
Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis/Fujin, losing the war
Final Fantasy VIII, Irvine/Ellone, meadows and memories
Final Fantasy VIII, Selphie/Raijin, retraining
Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Freya, playful
Final Fantasy IX, Freya/Amarant, oil and leather
Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Dagger, fussy formal clothes
Final Fantasy IX, Steiner/Beatrix, five failed attempts at poetry (and one that succeeded)
Final Fantasy X, Tidus/Rikku, sea spray
Final Fantasy X, Tidus/Yuna, mementos
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Lulu, sunlight on cold skin
Final Fantasy X, Issaru/Yuna, no way to know what might've been
Final Fantasy X, Wakka/Luzzu, "I do know."
February 15 2010, 20:11:21 UTC 2 years ago
FFVII: Cloud/Yuffie, Courtesy, PG
There was an irritating tapping on his forehead, and even though Cloud didn’t like spending a lot of time asleep (because he didn’t really want to dream), he was as comfortable as one could be in a crowded tent on a chilly night.He cracked an eye open to spy Yuffie rolling the small orb of materia between her thumb and forefinger, grinning. “Hey, that’s…”
“Your mastered Ice,” she whispered, tapping it against his forehead again before closing it up in her fist. “Yes, it is.”
He was tired. He didn’t have time for her stupid games, not when they had a long walk ahead of them the next day. “Yuffie, don’t steal my materia. You said you’d stop…”
“This isn’t stealing,” she informed him. “This is me doing you a service. This is me showing you, Cloud Strife, just how easy it is for someone to take your oh-so-valuable mastered materia.”
“Put it back,” he hissed, hearing Barret snore loudly beside him. He didn’t need the guy rolling over to crush them both.
“Don’t you think you should keep your sword closer when you sleep?”
It was under his blanket right at his side, in its sheath even. If it was any closer, he’d hack off one of his limbs. How the hell had she done it? “Yuffie…”
“Anyone could come into your tent and snatch away your gil-to-be. And I’d be really sad to see that happen to you.”
“Get out of my tent.”
“You know, I did this as a courtesy. The least you could do is thank me for pointing out your serious security issues!”
He yanked her by the arm, prying the materia back from her swift little fingers. “Thanks for your concern.”
She leaned close until her mouth was hovering millimeters from his. “You don’t sound very sincere.”
Barret snored again, a colorful mixture of curse words spluttering out in his sleep. Cloud knew what Yuffie wanted, and if it meant he’d get a few more hours of sleep (and his mastered Ice would remain on his person), then he had to give her the compensation she was demanding. He tilted his head up, meeting her mouth.
She probably hadn’t expected him to actually do so, and he almost delighted in the little squeak she made as he ran his tongue teasingly along her lip before pushing her back. “Stay away from my materia.”
She did so, and then almost tripped on her way out of the tent.
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Final Fantasy IV (The After), Kain/Ceodore, like father like son
Final Fantasy IV (The After), Palom/Leonora, fire and ice
Final Fantasy IV, Kain/Rydia, absolution
Final Fantasy IV, Edge/Rydia, to those who wait
Final Fantasy VI, Terra/Setzer, up in the air
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Vincent, tell no one
Final Fantasy VIII, Kiros/Laguna, I'll be in my bunk
Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Ellone, missing
February 15 2010, 20:17:14 UTC 2 years ago Edited: February 15 2010, 20:18:30 UTC
FFVIII- Squall/Ellone, "Pieces Collide", PG
He thinks it should be easy- but then again, it wasn't before, was it? None of it was, not a bit, not even locating his own past sheltered between slowly spinning blades of the windmill. And she's lost, gone past white sails, and he doesn't know where to find her.He never should have let her go out alone. He knew better; they both did.
Quistis finds him in his office and doesn't push the issue. He's glad for that.
"We'll keep looking," she promises.
"Yeah," is all he says.
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It takes awhile, but he starts to see her in his dreams, green sash blowing in the wind. At first it's just a glimpse, from the corner of his vision- something fleeting and intangible, a recollection thrown in between jumbled thoughts and half-formed nightmares. But then the image gets stronger, and he knows he has to follow it.
She speaks to him, eyes wide and frightened, but he can't hear her words, can only see her mouth moving silently up and down.
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"Keep going," he tells Nida, staring out the viewport at the wide expanse of blue.
"But, there's nothing out here," Nida starts, "just miles and miles of ocean, not-"
"Just do it," Squall insists.
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They find an island tucked between white-capped waves, flashing like a beacon in Squall's eyes. The others seem dubious, but he knows; he knows she is there, because he can feel her magic pulsing through the thread connecting them, tendrils of her powers reaching out like curling ribbons to wrap around his wrists and guide him home.
"Land," he demands, and Nida doesn't bring up any more doubts, at least not aloud.
Squall's boots are heavy against the sands, but he keeps pushing forward. It feels like Time Compression all over again, where things slowed down to a crawl and leapt at the same time, but he supposes that it makes sense. It's the same coppery-bitter magic around him as it was then.
He doesn't know what the monsters are that have taken her; they might have been men once, twisted and corrupted by the magic here. He hopes she's safe from it, shielded somehow.
It hurts to move through the molasses-like air. He does anyway.
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When he finds her, she's kneeling on the ground and wheezing, like breathing has become an exercise too taxing to continue at full strength. She's crumpled, skirt harshly bright against the dark ground, but she looks up when he approaches.
"Squall," she chokes out, and then she's melting into his embrace and he's pulling her up from the dirt. Her arms go around him and she rains little kisses against his face, his cheeks, the side of his mouth. "Squall, Squall-"
"Elle," he sighs.
He can breathe again.
"I knew you'd find me," she whispers, and kisses him harder, more like a claim than a brush.
"I always will," he promises.
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February 5 2010, 00:18:52 UTC 2 years ago
Final Fantasy X, Auron/as many humanly possible, the most stoic village bicycle there ever was
Ahem. Really now:
Final Fantasy X, Jecht/Jecht's wife, good-bye
Final Fantasy X, Braska/Braska's wife, hello
Final Fantasy X, Lulu/Shiva, inferno
February 15 2010, 14:56:27 UTC 2 years ago
FFX, Jecht/Jecht's wife, G
She gets up before dawn as she always does, to cook him breakfast before his daily training swim. He's never asked her to do this for him, nor has he ever thanked her for it beyond a few quick words as he runs out the door. But that's all right, she thinks as she flips the eggs, sizzling in their heavy pan. She knows how much it means to him."Mornin'."
She looks up, sees him standing in the doorway connecting the houseboat's kitchen with the living area, and she smiles. "Good morning. Breakfast is almost ready."
"Can we make that to go?" He strolls across the kitchen and comes up behind her, hands on her waist. "There's s'posed to be some hundred-year high tide today, an' I want to make sure I catch it."
"Sure." She slides the eggs onto an already-toasted slice of bread, then slaps another slice on top. Turning around, she holds the sandwich up in her hand, waving it under his nose. "No time even for coffee?"
"'Fraid not." He grabs the sandwich from her and takes a hurried bite before leaning in close, smacking his lips against her cheek, just catching the corner of her mouth in the kiss. "Thanks, hon. See you tonight!" And with that, he's out the door, blitzball in one hand, sandwich in the other.
Through the window, she watches him go, sauntering over the deck, down the dock, and disappearing into the city, just starting to come to life with the first pink rays of sunrise.
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LOLOLOL I'M AN ASS XDD
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FFIV, Rydia/Edge, summoned
FFIX, Freya/Zinde, comrades
FFIX, Quina/anyone, delicious
FFX/X-2, Rikku/Wakka, explosions
FFX/X-2, Paine/Nooj, shelter
FFX/X-2, Baralai/Yuna, maybe
FFXII, Ashe/Balthier, the sky
FFXII, Larsa/Penelo, the future
FFXII, Al-Cid/Balthier, understatement
FFVIII/FFX-2, Paine/Squall, whatever
February 15 2010, 15:01:33 UTC 2 years ago
FFXII: Larsa/Penelo, The Future, G
No amount of royal training can keep someone from getting tired, Penelo muses as they finally make camp for the night. Ozmone is quieter in the evening, and the snakes and other creatures burrow away for warmth once the sun disappears. Larsa’s spent much of his life sequestered, she figures. Not much opportunity for exploring with tutors and nursemaids and nannies to mind him every waking moment. He probably has a grand room in Archades with a bed full of fluffy pillows, but here on the plains he has a rock for a pillow and a threadbare blanket (one of their nicer ones, though, on account of him being their high-born hostage).No amount of royal training can prevent someone’s eyes from wandering. During the day, he kept to the middle, supporting them as they kept onward at a steady pace. As far as Penelo could tell, Larsa didn’t gape at her then. But now that the sun’s down, and they’re all so exhausted, it is tiresome to keep up appearances. Ashe tries to look regal, but once she’s asleep (really asleep) she tends to let her mouth hang open. Penelo’s nice enough not to tell her. Larsa tries to look regal too, but now he’s looking across the campfire at her, eyes droopy but still trying to size her up.
He’s a bit young for her, but she moves her rather pathetic bedroll over to his side. Some attention is better than none at all, she thinks, staring daggers at Vaan flopped on his back snoring next to Basch.
“Hi,” she says quietly, seeing the way he grows flustered at her sudden closeness.
“Hi there.”
He was far more composed at Marquis Ondore’s mansion, far more eloquent when others were around. But now that there are only snores in place of companions, he’s just a boy with a pretty obvious interest – albeit a boy with fancier clothes than most people she’s met.
“Can’t sleep yet?”
“Oh, I think I might ask Balthier if I can keep watch with him,” Larsa decides, and they both watch the sky pirate’s back at the edge of their encampment. “Just want to do my part.”
His last sentence is punctuated with a yawn, and Penelo smiles. “Maybe some other time,” she suggests gently. “We’ll need you to do your part in the morning.”
He’s watching her with those tired, thoughtful eyes. He discovers he’s staring, and she notices his gaze straying past her shoulder to avoid any more overt rudeness. Not that Penelo finds it all that rude. It’s flattering, especially when in the company of a tall, graceful Viera and a princess.
“Then I shall rest if I’m of more use in the daylight.”
She nods, watching him do his best to get comfortable. In the future, very far in the future, Penelo thinks, maybe Larsa will be very handsome. Maybe their friendship can continue. Maybe a lot of things, she imagines as she curls up on her side. She’s just dozing when Larsa’s hand finds hers.
It is probably involuntary, probably some dream he’s having, but she squeezes his fingers and lifts them to her lips.
Penelo presses a gentle kiss to his knuckles and keeps their hands clasped. Maybe, Penelo dreams with a grin. In the future. Very far in the future.
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FFVI Gau/Relm, moogle
FFVI Edgar/Terra, snowflakes
FFVI Setzer/GoGo, yarn
FFVI Maduin/Madeline, twine
FFX/X-2 Baralai/Shelinda, green leaves
FFX/X-2 Nooj/Leblanc, cotton candy
FFX/X-2 Gippal/Rikku, wetsuit
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Setzer/GoGo, yarn. G
(((Didn't turn out like I hoped, but oh well.)))Setzer honestly adored his birthdays. It wasn't so much the parties, or the cake, and definitely not the sensation of growing older. No, those were all run of the mill for Setzer.
It was the presents.
Call him crazy, but Setzer was an absolute sucker for presents. He supposed it had something to do with his gambling lifestyle. When you've gambled for as long as he had, you too would start viewing everything as something you may win only if you're lucky (or if the dealer isn't looking too closely). Presents, on the other hand, were freely given and you don't even have to pay anyone back.
His first birthday after saving the world, Setzer received a cake from Terra, a double-headed coin from Celes, a bottle of Figaro's finest wine from Edgar, his portrait from Relm (drawn without her magic), a book from Strago, a shiny rock from Gau, an IOU from Sabin, stone carvings from Umaro, a wallet from Cyan, and an ominous treasure chest from Locke even he hadn't risked the gamble to open.
All in all, a good turnout. But there was one present Setzer couldn't make heads or tails of.
"A scarf," he stated, staring at the colorful thing in his hands. It was indeed a scarf. Dark blue, with yellow stars joyfully sewn in. The ends were bright red. It was certainly colorful, to say the least.
Gogo smiled. Or rather, the cloth covering his/her face shifted to imply he/she smiled.
"Yes," Gogo said. "A scarf. I've knitted it myself."
"Knitted it yourself," Setzer echoed. It was the subtle note of anxiety in Gogo's tone that made him lift the scarf up and loop it around his neck. Despite its colorful appearance, it was very soft and warm. Quite possibly the softest and warmest scarf he'd ever worn. Setzer was surprised.
"What did you use for this?" he asked. "I've never had such a comfortable scarf!"
Gogo's face brightened (or so Setzer imagined). "Yarn. I've used the very same for my clothes!" He/she fingered the yellow cloth around his/her face. Setzer reached up to feel it as well, only to misjudge the distance and pull it accidentally. The cloth came off to reveal a chin that wasn't quite masculine and not quite feminine either.
A moment of silence when Gogo and Setzer just stared at each other, Setzer a bit disbelieving and Gogo frozen in what very well could have been horror.
C'mon, Gabbiani, the teeny tiny voice he associated with gambling sounded in Setzer's head. Now is your chance.
Chance for what? Setzer would have wanted to ask, but he was already leaning in. The kiss was quick and chaster than any kiss Setzer had had before. It was over before he knew it.
"Thank you for the scarf," he smiled richly to cover his own confusion (maybe he's had too much --or not enough-- of Edgar's wine). Gogo blushed richly (the first expression Setzer had been sure of), and quickly fastened the soft-as-all-hell cloth back around his/her face.
And Setzer knew he would be receiving a lot more scarves in the future.
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FFVIII, Xu/Quistis, report to my office
FFVIII, Zell/Rinoa, I blame the hot dogs
FFVIII, Raine/Laguna, leg cramps
FFIX, Beatrix/Steiner, sparring
FFX, Auron/Lulu, let's kill something
FFX, Rikku/Wakka, not so bad, after all
FFX-2, Paine/Rikku, undress sphere
FFXII, Basch/Penelo, chicken soup
FFXII, Ashe/Fran, claws bared
FFXII, Balthier/Ashe, protocol be damned
February 15 2010, 17:09:17 UTC 2 years ago
FFXII: Balthier/Ashe, Protocol Be Damned, PG
She’s barely got the throne room cleared before he sweeps her into his arms and steals her breath. His clothes smell faintly of smoke, so he’s probably been pillaging in some temple or other. “You cannot just waltz in here and demand my attention,” she grumbles when she finally gets the use of her own lips again.His hand rests at her hip, fingers drumming as if he’s pondering letting them drift lower and risk the inevitable slap to the face. “But I got your attention,” he whispers. “Didn’t I?”
“You very well know there are rules and protocol for this,” she reminds him. The poor representative from the fruit peddlers guild had been swept out of the room – she’d have to grant him another audience and most likely concede to their requests just to apologize for Balthier’s rudeness.
“Protocol be damned,” he snickers, keeping her lips closed by pressing his thumb to the middle of them. “It’s been ages, Princess. I didn’t feel like queuing up to make an appointment when it’s far easier to just climb the ivy.”
It is energy wasted to correct him about her title, her protocols, her everything. And quite honestly, she is always excited by the interruptions, though her face might show otherwise. She nips at his thumb with her teeth, and he yelps.
She wraps her fingers around his wrist and lets her nails dig into the flesh around his gaudy bracelets. “I’ll see you rot in my dungeons. I’ll have your airship turned to scrap.”
He’s wincing now. “You treat all your sky pirate paramours this way or just me?”
She snorts in a rather unbecoming manner. Luckily, her ministers are not there to see her behavior. “Just you,” she says, releasing him.
“Aerodrome, berth sixteen,” he says with a wink, knowing already that she will come. “Do visit, I’ve got gifts for you.”
“Wouldn’t happen to be stolen, would they?” she asks his retreating back as he heads for the doors.
“Acquired!”
“Illegally?”
He blows her a kiss and flutters his fingers. “Mmm…perhaps.”
“Good day, Balthier.”
He opens the door, and the crown atop her head keeps her from chasing. She’ll wait until dark.
“Good day!”
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FF7, Cloud/Aeris, reading between the lines
FF7/:CC, Zack/Aeris, I waited for you
FF7/AC, Tifa/Kadaj, and so the lion fell in love with the lamb
FF8, Squall/Rinoa, shy
FF8, Seifer/Squall, fury
FF8, Seifer/Rinoa, another side
FFX, Jecht/Auron/Braska, rock bottom
FFX, Wen Kinoc/Auron, tent
FFX, Wakka/Rikku, up close and personal
FFX, Lucil/Elma, leaving Clasko behind... on purpose ;D
FFX, Lucil/Elma, after Operation Mi'ihen, it's funny how facing death changes your perspective
FFX, Luzzu/Elma, informal
FFX/-2, Auron/Rikku, not meant to happen
FFX/-2, Gippal/Rikku, feet solidly on the ground
FFX/-2, Seymour/Baralai, "You're not him"
FFX-2, Nooj/Baralai, hidden
FFX-2, Nooj/Baralai, after Vegnagun, after Shuyin, the truth lies bare
FFX-2, Nooj/Lucil, unity
FFX-2, Shuyin/Lenne, rehearsal
FF12, Basch/Reks, youth
FF12, Basch/Vaan, desert flower
FF12, Vaan/Penelo, giving back
FF12, Vaan/Penelo, dancing
FF12, Gabranth/Drace, loyalty
FF12, Balthier/Ashe, all that glitters
FF:D, Garland/Sephiroth, rain
FF:D, Cloud/Firion, you remind me of someone
February 15 2010, 18:00:08 UTC 2 years ago Edited: February 15 2010, 18:40:03 UTC
FFX: Lucil/Elma, "leaving Clasko behind" (R) -- NSFW?
(Meta to explain why Clasko isn't with Lucil and Elma in their endgame cameo, although actually it's because he might be working on the ferry, depending on what the player told him to do)Clasko puffed down the path into the village. Elma had sent him back to the ferry to negotiate for gysahl greens from the ship's chocobo wrangler. And now he was left out, left behind-- again. He'd heard the raucous cheering through the trees and looked up to see a skin of golden-orange light explode over the whole sky. Lady Yuna had done it! He raised his jar of gysahl greens and trotted faster.
The cheers had faded, although not the celebration, by the time he reached the village. He pushed away Letty's backslap with a strained smile. "Where's Elma?" She and the captain had been sampling a tropical drink of an unusual shade of green when he left them outside the temple steps. They were not there now.
Suddenly he caught a flash of red through the flying buttresses of the temple: Elma's uniform stood out even in the dark. He hurried towards her, eager to dispense with his errand and rejoin the festivities.
Or not.
Clasko froze in his tracks as if he'd come face to face with a basilisk.
Apparently the captain and her trusty second had found their own way to celebrate. Clasko had heard the gossip around Djose, but had never taken it seriously. Honestly, who could believe that frosty, hidebound Captain Lucil would-- would--
Elma was pressed against the wall, head thrown back, hands tangled in Lucil's flame-colored hair. Elma's bracers and vest were chucked on the ground beside them. Lucil had a riding crop pressed under the younger woman's chin, and was nipping and kissing her way down Elma's throat. As he watched, stupefied, Lucil leaned forward to whisper something in her ear before biting down on an earlobe, eliciting a muffled squeak. The captain's gloved hands were wandering over the young body arched beneath her, kneading lean curves through a thin white under-tunic that glowed in the torchlight.
Squirming under the captain's ministrations, Elma tilted her head slightly in Clasko's direction. Before he could duck behind a column, brown eyes locked with his. He blanched and prayed for the stones of Yevon's temple to swallow him on the spot. But Elma only winked– winked -- and gripped the sides of Lucil's head to pull her into a noisy kiss. The riding crop dropped to the ground, forgotten.
Clasko fled on the spot.
Lucil pulled away as Elma began to chuckle. "Something amusing?"
"Sorry, ma'am," Elma said, eyes twinkling. "Just Clasko. I think we scared 'im."
"Ah. Unfortunate." Lucil shook her head. "Well, perhaps he will follow our example and seek out R&R among the civilians."
"I doubt it." Elma grinned. "He'll probably go hide with the chocobo."
"Well, that should make him happy." Lucil traced a fingertip along her jawline. "But I think we should seek more private quarters to continue your performance review."
"Yes, ma'am!" Elma drew herself up in a smart salute as Lucil bent to retrieve the crop. "After you."
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FFVI Terra/Setzer - the toughest gamble
FFVI Terra/Leo - things not said
FFVI Gestahl/Kefka - devil's advocate
FFVI Kefka/Goddess - ascension
FFVI Edgar/Gogo - under the mask
FFVI Edgar/anyone - gentlemanly style
FFVII Aeris/Zack - better in dresses
FFVII Hojo/Lucretia - creeping ivy
FFX/X-2 Yuna/Tidus - a midsummer night's dream
FFX/X-2 Auron/Lulu - magma
FFX/X-2 Auron/Braska - goodbyes
FFX/X-2 Luzzu/anyone - small comforts
FFX/X-2 Braska/Jecht/Auron - rule of three
FFX/X-2 Wen Kinoc/Auron - he was in a bid 'cos he was way behind, he was willing to make a deal
FFXII Venat/Dr. Cid - lovers in a dangerous time
FFXII Dr Cid/Dr Cid's wife - distance
FFVI & FFVIII Kefka/Ultimacia - let's do the time warp again
FFVI & FFIX Kuja/Kefka - in a mirror darkly
February 16 2010, 06:18:02 UTC 2 years ago
FFVII Aeris/Zack, PG-13 "Feel Pretty"
"You want me to wear what?""A dress. Oh come on, a big bad SOLDIER like you isn't secure?"
Aeris liked to test Zack's persistence. It wasn't that she was cruel--she'd never suggest anything that would really hurt him--but she wasn't going to be won like some easy prize for a smile and a few speeches. It wasn't like she hadn't had other offers since she'd lost some of her childish features and dresses didn't lay straight on her anymore.
"Oh I'm secure! I just... why a dress?"
"Why not a dress?"
He paced around, opening his mouth to say something a few times before deflating in the most comical manner. "Hand it over."
She'd taken special care to find one broad enough for his shoulders. Boy shoulders weren't delicate like a girl's, but thankfully the Slums didn't have a shortage of less than delicate women. And it was just the loveliest shade of blue.
Zack stripped with the expected military precision, and any good view she could have gotten was completely ruined by the regulation briefs. Gray? What was with Shinra and turning everything from the ground to the sky such an icky color? Thankfully she was prepared for such an event.
"Oh and you'll need these."
"I'll need those?"
"Well they obviously aren't my size now are they?"
It was one of the few things her mother--her real one--had taught her. Even if she was way too young to get it then. Real love isn't afraid of anything.
"But Aeris, I'm not sure that'll cover anything!"
And it especially wasn't afraid of ruffled boyshort panties.
"Sure it will. They're called boyshorts for a reason. And the dress won't lay right if you wear... that ugly thing you have on."
"Well turn around."
Maybe she was getting a little more glee out of this than simply testing him. She'd had quite a lot of fun finding the foundation garment, after all. And he must have dropped the soap once or twice around his comrades, considering how when she peeked he already had the lovely blue dress covering anything interesting.
"Ok, I'm ready."
The transformation... was not as remarkable as she'd hoped, but a wig and some makeup would fix that right up. And the dress did go quite perfectly with his eyes. She walked around him, admiring her foraging job, for the shoulders didn't look snug at all.
"So... do I get a kiss for this?"
Oh boys. She brought a finger to her lips, puckered, then pressed the finger to his lips. He'd closed his eyes in anticipation, and she couldn't help but laugh a little at his expression when he opened them again.
"Better, but you could still use some improvement."
If she could get one boy this far, there was still hope for her other ideas.
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February 5 2010, 14:13:03 UTC 2 years ago
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FFIVCecil/Rosa, "the color fades"
Edward/Rydia "something less complicated"
FFVI
Setzer/Terra, "don't stand so close to me"
FFVII (with a slight Before Crisis lean if you don't recognize names)
Veld/Vincent, "wake up and face me"
Veld/Ifalna, "trying to find a way back home"
Hojo/Lucrecia, "the last one alive"
Rufus/Elfe, "what are you fighting for"
Tifa/Elena, "short skirts"
FFVIII
Rinoa/Ellone, "keep falling down"
Cid/Edea, "our happy ending"
FFX
Braska/Auron, "it isn't like I don't know"
Lulu/Rikku, "come into the water"
FFX-2
Yuna/Rikku, "these days"
Crossover
Edgar(FFVI)/Kain(FFIV), "your darkness is bullshit"
Faris(FFV)/Lulu(FFX), "fair lady, your words sting"
February 15 2010, 16:20:53 UTC 2 years ago
FFIV: Cecil/Rosa, Adventure, G
As the years pass, she sometimes misses their days on the road journeying together. Though she is not unhappy in the castle and passes her days instructing new mages, she sometimes wishes for the strength to go on one last adventure.If she were a stupid woman, she’d saddle up a chocobo and wander the deserts until the fever took her again. She’d leave Cecil a note – “catch me if you dare” and depart in the time of night where his snores have grown louder with each passing year. But Rosa is not a stupid woman, and so she stays put.
Though the color fades daily from her hair, graying like the old mage she herself learned from, Cecil’s affections remain constant. When they turn in for the night, limbs weary from the long climb up steps they’d bounded so readily decades before, she kisses the wrinkles beside his eyes. “Shall we go?”
“Go where?”
They settle under their blankets. She catches a chill far quicker now, and he grasps her fingers once the candle is blown out. “Oh, anywhere. We’re not so very old, are we?”
“We are. Rosa, love, we are,” he says with a gentle laugh. “I couldn’t protect you from much. My sword arm’s not seen much use.”
“Oh, I require no such protection.”
“I see.”
“I could protect you.”
“I’ve no doubt.” He grips her hand tighter.
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In the morning, their courtiers and attendants are shocked when the king and queen venture out into the forest. “But do not worry,” the queen says with a wry smile. “Our adventure will surely conclude before supper time.”
Their steps are measured, and he is slower without his cane. They manage to trap a rabbit, setting it free once the thrill settles. “Is this enough adventure for you?” he asks when they stroll back to the castle, unharmed but tired.
“So long as I’m by your side,” she says gently, “it is enough.”
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This List Gets Longer Every Year.
FFIArylon/Elf Prince: Mistaken Identity
Garland/Sara: Symbolism
Garland/Arylon: Fountain
Darryl/Arylon: "OMG, LEGS! :D"
Jim/Kope: Shiny!
Any Light Warrior/Any Fiend: Elemental Polarity
FFII
Maria/Guy: Civilization
Leila/Paul: Modus Operandi
FFIII
Doga/Une: Human Nature
FFIV
Edward/Anna: Masks
Kain/Rydia: Flightless
Yang/Yang's Wife: Sylphs
Valvalis/Rubicant: Shapeshift
Zemus/FuSoYa: Evil
FFV
Faris/Butz: Drowning
Faris/Gilgamesh: Courting With Disaster
Faris/Anyone:
Why The Hell Not?LotC
Rouge/Valcus: Career Choices
FFVI
Terra/Celes: Balance
Locke/Cyan: Stupidity
Celes/Sabin: Reunion
Shadow&Interceptor: Best Friend
Locke/Terra/Celes: Kaleidoscope
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Reno/Elena: Dress Code
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Fujin/Laguna: Mistaken Identity
Fujin/Zell: Junction
Quistis/Zell: Artwork
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Blank/Beatrix: Back Stage
Beatrix/Ruby: Princess in a Tower
FFX
Yuna/Lulu: Moonrise
FFXII
Fran/Balthier: Outlaws
FFMQ
Tristam/Phoebe: Ninjastics
FFT
Agrias/Mustadio: Teamwork
Agrias/Cid: Holy Sword
Agrias/Ovelia: Chivalry
FFTSW
Jane/Neil: Missing Out
Ryan/Jane: Dead Weight
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FF:TSW, Neil, Jane, Ryan (Aki/Gray mentioned), PG, "Experiment Failed"
I cheated a little, because as much as I lovelove Jane/Neil, Neil is so fail at saying the right thing. XDIt had be Neil's idea to jam the lift, out of some sense of something. Ok, maybe it was because if Mr. Square Jawed Leader Man couldn't get the girl, there wasn't any hope for schlubs like him. And there wasn't going to be any hope for Gray if Aki kept running off and doing crazy Aki things at crazy Aki times in crazy unsafe Aki places outside barrier cities. Communication! It was all about communication. Or so he'd read.
Jane was predicatibly... Jane to all this.
"It'll take more than a moment," she muttered, mostly to herself. But he was always tuned in on her frequency. He couldn't really help it.
"Hey, it's something, right? Not like they're missing out on anything more than just more blah blah blah from command."
Jane rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, which could mean anything from 'bonehead' to 'I hope you die in your sleep'. Neil could communicate!
"It's like chemistry, all it takes is a little spark to make a big boom."
"People aren't science experiments, Neil." She pushed herself off the bulkhead she was leaning against and walked down the corridor a ways, far enough that'd he'd have to be extra loud and obnoxious to communicate with her.
He turned to Ryan. "Was it something I said?"
The big guy shook his head. "I think your experiment failed."
High above them, Mr. Square Jawed Leader Man was kissing the Dr. Crazy Aki and Neil was yet again missing out.
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FFVI Edgar/Celes, Once Upon a Time in Figaro
FFVII Reno/Cloud, binge drinking
FFVII Cloud/Tifa, late night ride
FFVIII Squall/Rinoa, fireflies
FFVIII Rinoa/Irvine, mistaken identity
FFVIII Seifer/Quistis, not exactly written in the stars
FFVIII Quistis/Irvine, trapped
FFVIII Squall/Quistis, future imperfect
Crossover FFVII/FFVIII Vincent/Julia Heartilly, music at the Turks bar
Crossover FFVII/FFVIII Reno/Squall, mission complete
Crossover FFIX/FFXII Beatrix/Basch, loyal to a fault
February 15 2010, 16:46:10 UTC 2 years ago
Squall/Rinoa, fireflies, G -- as told by Squall
Squall was very observant. And smart, triumphing against the cruelties of genetics. But he was observant first and foremost."I like fireflies," Rinoa said.
Squall observed this.
"This is pretty!" Rinoa pointed at a very gaudy firefly ring two days later when she had somehow managed to drag him to Deling City for some shopping. I don't even know how, considering all the work I -- I mean Squall -- had to do that day.
"No it's not," Squall said observationally.
That night, she tried to spoon and he resisted the urge to push her out of bed. But that's not part of this story.
It was almost a week later before I found time in my VERY BUSY SCHEDULE RINOA to take her on a late night excursion of Tromedia. Snow was pretty, although you'll never catch
mehim admitting it. And there were fireflies. Rinoa liked fireflies, after all. Squall had used his keen intellect to piece together the clues she had left him."Fireflies!" Rinoa gushed.
She smiled.
He smiled too.
Then I got lucky.
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The five year old underclassmen stared up at him, confused. "What does that mean?"
Squall flinched.
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...I take that back.
She smiled.
I -- I mean, he -- smiled too.
Then Rinoa kissed Squall on the mouth, and they lived happily ever after.
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FFVII Elena/TifaLong black hair looks good on more than one person
FFVII:CC Zack/Tseng 'I trust you'
FFVII:CC Sephiroth/Angeal Affection
FFVII Rufus/Rude Steady as a rock
FFXII Basch/Balthier Balthier's rings
FFXII Balthier/Basch Tactical Error
FFXII Ashe/Penelo For Dalmasca
Crossovers:
FFVII/FFXII Elena or Tifa/Fran Exotic
FFVII/FFXII Tseng/Balthier Information
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FFXII, Basch/Balthier, M [Tactical Error]
This was entirely casual, Balthier stressed.Those first days in Archades, Dalmascan dust on his skin, Basch agreed. Balthier (as Balthier asserted) had a ranging life, entrepreneurial, advantageous; he liked individuals, some of whom liked him back, in the same ways, which occasionally led into bed, which was great. Balthier's arm around Basch's shoulders, ringed fingers forked around his prick; the pirate's life philosophy was a hard sell, in the circumstances.
A little later, hands resting on Balthier's nape as the pirate bent towards him, Basch felt the urge towards a similar revelation, along the lines of a soldier's life, a knight wedded to service, the requirement towards duty - of which (Basch hastened to add as Balthier, tongue blunted with use, rolled his eyes) made encounters with those of mutual liking the more valuable for what they were, returned with equal affection.
Several years later, Balthier beside him and snoring through a hangover, Basch wondered where they went wrong.
Possibly during the days. The nights went as expected, relief in each other's hands, the attraction that was supposed to fade with orgasm. The days were the strange thing, the repartee come easily, affectionately. The distance between them nothing for Balthier, for Basch, learning to maneuver through letters and like correspondence, learning, delightedly, that face to face, there was no difference in wit or welcome. Perhaps it was the day Balthier said, entirely unexpectedly, 'I rather like it when you – oh yes, exactly that – ' (but that wasn't it, and that was the unexpected part) '--when you start smiling before the end, as though you can see it coming,' or perhaps it was the day Basch said, lips against Balthier's belly, 'In a couple of years, a lunar eclipse visible only in Ambervale is set to trigger the largest street party in Ivalice, we should go—' and despite the two year RSVP, Balthier moaned, 'Certainly, I'll pick you up at nine,' and two unbelievable years later, he did—
('If I'd ever known you were this kind of socialist,' Balthier said, floral chains of incompatible colours looped around his neck, 'I never would have –'
'I like people,' Basch interrupted, half drunk and half afraid Balthier would say he wished he hadn't come; he added another blooming ring, then poured another layer into Balthier's emptying glass, 'unlike you, so it seems.'
Balthier laughed, chartreuse tongue and lips mint-ready, for licking, 'Specifically I like people, it's in general,' a gesture at the revel, firework blossoms falling in the wake of that wide-shirtsleeved arm, 'that I'd rather withhold my judgment.'
Sapphire exploded overhead; a pinwheel of gold behind Balthier's shoulder; without memory of moving Basch found his leg, strangely, hooked over Balthier's knee, his hand without indecision at Balthier's nape, both Balthier's hands sliding up one leg of Basch's shorts, 'Yet you'd not withhold your affections?'
Eyes sparkling all shades, grinning, fingers tight; 'I'd rather hold my judge.'
'A specific liking, then, this?' Murmured into spikes of gold and firelight.
A shiver, so unexpected, and eyes turned up young and afraid: 'Is it not to your general liking?'
'Say not generally,' Basch said, unwise choice of first words, for he watched in disbelief as the terror grew, and a coldness, slow as the sky's vast distance -- 'Specifically, gods Balthier yes I like you--')
Countless tactical errors, Basch recognized, rueful; the benefits of hindsight and cold morning light.
'Pirate, up!' A firm spank through blankets; a grunt in response. 'You'll miss your embarkation window.'
'There's another at three,' said with barely a glimpse of bloodshot eyes.
'Your crew's waiting. Duty trumps hangovers.'
'Duty.' Balthier yawned. 'Where in the world would I be without you?'
With a vague twang, the expectation that he was due to be left first this time, after doing so much leaving, Basch said, 'Most anywhere in the world, skypirate.'
Eyes watering, cheeks damp, sticky, rough; Balthier's kiss came unexpected, sleepstained and raw.
'Like I said,' said the pirate, throatily, before spoiling sentiment with a rattling cough, 'in what possible world would I ever be without you?'
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Final Fantasy V, Faris/Lenna, just a sisterly kiss(?)
Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Sabin, just a brotherly kiss(?)
[is there a pattern emerging? lmao)
Final Fantasy VI, Setzer/Edgar, you look kinda like Maria
Final Fantasy X, Jecht/Auron, drunk then sober
Final Fantasy XIII, Fang/Vanille, good morning
Final Fantasy XIII, Lightning/Hope, to hold you over til you're older
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Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa/Ultimecia, forbidden desire
Crossover FFVII/FFIX, sane-Sephiroth/Beatrix, power
Dissidia, Cloud of Darkness/Cosmos, light and darkness
Dissidia, Terra/Ultimecia and Terra/Cloud of Darkness, erotic nightmare
February 17 2010, 02:00:20 UTC 2 years ago
Terra/Ultimecia and Terra/Cloud of Darkness Erotic Nightmare PG
In an empty room sits a girl. Silent and staring ahead, a glazed look in her eyes, recognizing nothing. Figures pass before her, but she does nothing but sit and stare.The painted face of a jester or a clown appears frequently, wearing a sneer on purple lips and a maniacal glint in his eyes. All he ever does is come in and laugh though, low and high, long and short, before leaving. A swish of red and yellow.
It’s the others though.
The embodiment of darkness and a witch commanding time. Graceful beauties, full of malice and desire. A desire for power, a desire for chaos, a desire for darkness, and a desire for themselves.
They never come together, but it’s sure that they both know what the other does. They both only come for one reason. What sets them apart is how they take it.
The embodiment of darkness is always first and always takes her time. She caresses the poor girls flesh. Hands gliding over still, pale hands, up deceptively weak arms to rest at the shoulders, and back down to the hands. Reveling in the feel of the innocent and manipulated flesh beneath its hands. Eventually though, as it always happens, it grows impatient with merely feeling the innocence beneath their hands and grows forceful. It snaps the latches and the cape falls from the slave’s shoulders and hits the floor with a thud. Tentacles twine about the pale neck gently encircling and constricting, as hands peal red patterned fabric from the girl’s body. Leaving her in boots and tights as the creature finally decides to grace the girl’s mouth with its lips, swallowing the girl from the inside out and tainting all it can with darkness, as the girl merely sits and stares.
The witch commanding time though is always second and always more aggressive. Her hands grab and claw at the girl’s shoulders and upper arms, leaving bruises and marks that scar in their wake as she crushes their mouths together, savoring the flavor of the girl who sits there, like a puppet with no strings, that tastes of a dying world. Of dead grass and rotting earth with no taste of hope. A sweet innocence, spoiled. A coarse growl escapes from the witch’s throat as she throws the girl to the floor to continue spoiling the innocence that no longer remains with thoughts uncaring of time for once despite the complete lack of action from the girl herself.
But, Terra awakes as she always does. Eyes strained and mind racing. She tries to tell herself it wasn’t real, only a nightmare. But deep down she knows that it actually happened, multiple times, over and over again before the Onion Knight got her back away from them. And though she hates to admit it, she wants it to happen again, so she can participate in her erotic nightmare, instead of merely recalling the taste of two sets of lips and the feel of two very different beings against her while she did absolutely nothing at all.
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Final Fantasy VII
Tifa/Vincent, bite me not
Tifa/Zack/Scarlet, fuschia madness
Tifa/Rufus, daddy's girl
Tifa/Sephiroth, necromaniac
February 7 2010, 18:42:00 UTC 2 years ago
Kefka/Terra, danger
I tried to think of something challenging and unique!
February 8 2010, 12:12:00 UTC 2 years ago
FFXII, Dr. Cid/Venat, Eternal
FFXII, Vayne/Venat, Trust
FFXII, Basch/Penelo, He without power, want it not.
FFXII, Balthier/Ashe, He with power, trust it not.
FFXII, Gabranth/Drace, He with sight, heed it not.
FFXII, Fran/Ashe, Startled
FFXII, Gabranth(Noah)/Penelo, Love me two times
FFXII, Basch/Vossler, Don't talk such nonsense
FFXII:RW, Penelo/Velis, This is how she knew
February 15 2010, 21:57:13 UTC 2 years ago
FFXII, Dr. Cid/Venat, Eternal, G
"You have had eternity and, indeed, you still do. ...Yet you chose me." Dr. Cid found that he was having difficulty finding the right words to express his feelings to Venat. He was not usually one to have trouble choosing words. He was far more likely to find himself bubbling over, an underground spring welling up to the surface, a fountain of phrases and metaphors and bits of scientific terminology, or failing that, laughter, to scatter across the empty air.Hmm. It seemed that his mind retained its veritable treasure trove of remarks. It was his tongue that refused to say them. Or perhaps his heart protested this once against something so clinical, so impersonal, as mere words.
With his late wife there had been more than words.
Was his relationship with Venat that different? He had pledged himself to her forever. They were partners of sort. And of course they were close, able to achieve a sort of parity, amity, unity closer than the kind formed between any pair of mortal beings.
Venat was patient, as would no doubt be expected of one so ancient and so infinite. She made no move to interrupt the eruption of passionate thoughts that struggled against one another to define themselves in his mind.
Did Venat know what he was thinking? He had judged words inadequate. He did not pause to question how one was to kiss an Occuria. He did not delay in wondering if he was the first man to ever do so. He simply acted.
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What was that?? Uh, I just cooked this up on the spur of the moment.
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February 8 2010, 23:07:55 UTC 2 years ago
FFVI, Locke/Celes, rain
FFVI, Edgar/Terra, technicalities
FFVI, Sabin/Terra, graceful for a bear
FFVI, Cyan/Elayne, modest
FFVII, Reeve/Aeris, show me the city
FFVII, Hojo/Lucretia, the specimens are watching
FFVII, Vincent/Lucretia, coming up for air
FFVII, Tifa/Aeris, lace
FFX, Auron/Braska, faith
FFX, Auron/Jecht, rust
FFX, Jecht/Braska, swimming
FFX, Wen Kinoc/Auron, too much shared history
FFX, Braska/any aeon, a covenant involves trust
FFXII, Basch/Penelo, requiem
FFXII, Balthier/Ashe, insomnia
FFXII, Balthier/Fran, clockwork
FFXII, Fran/Penelo, elusive
FFXII, Gabranth/Drace, sacrifice
FFXII, Reks/Penelo, winter
FFXII, Basch/Ashe, enough of this
FFXII, Larsa/Penelo, balcony
FFXII, Dr. Cid/Venat, symbiosis
FFT, Ramza/Rapha, moon shadows
FFT, Delita/Ovelia, roses
FFT, Ramza/Mustadio, grease
FFT, Agrias/Ovelia, heaven
FFT, Alma/Tietra, days long past
FFT, Delita/Ramza/Ovelia, the inevitability of change
February 19 2010, 23:09:54 UTC 2 years ago
FFX: Braska/Shiva, "The Goddess Inside" (PG-13)
A/N: I'm not sure I fit your prompt. Something unexpected came out!Eyes unfocused, Braska knelt and prayed. His knees were numb with cold, and he shivered beneath his robes. The light of the fayth statue, a glorious figure frozen beneath pure crystal, glowed like moon lilies at sunset. The stylized figure of a woman— sinuous, wide-hipped, arms spread in exultation, rope-like hair radiating from her in ornamented spokes— had occupied his eyes for hours, despite his earnest attempts to remain fixed upon prayer. He was a summoner. He was a married man. Such beauty was not for his eyes to see.
And yet he saw it. If he were an artist, he could have drawn that vision of ice and flesh from memory by now.
He took another shuddering breath, staccato puffs of fog surrounding his face, and closed his eyes to attend to the Hymn.
A light tap on his shoulder roused him.
Warmth? His senses were growing confused. The touch was chill, yet his body felt warmer.
He opened his eyes.
The sight that greeted him drove inappropriate thoughts right out of his head. A sturdy-looking nun some ten years his senior stood before him in Macalania's heavy robes. She was a lady of ample girth with mirth in her eyes and a no-nonsense smile. Her homey features reminded him of the nuns who had taught him in the monastery: a square jaw, broad nose, crow's feet at the corners of her eyes that recorded a history of smiles, and lines around her mouth that hinted at stern lectures.
Why was a nun here in the holy of holies, where summoners alone were permitted? He sought tactful words to pose the question, then realized he was seeing the tapestries on the far wall right through her.
"My lady?" he breathed.
"Braska, is it?" Even her voice sounded frumpy. She chucked him under the chin. "Up with you. Let's have a look."
Smiling, he stood and bowed in Yevon's prayer.
She circled around him, gliding above the floor. "Penance for the wife, eh? Lovely little girl... you're leaving her behind?"
He dropped his eyes. "Bevelle Temple." He was not entirely happy with the arrangement, but he had been raised there himself.
"Hm." She tossed her head, a coquettish gesture at odds with her maternal manner. "Try one of the islands. Simple folk there; won't use a summoner's daughter as a political stepping-stone."
He nodded, finding himself quite at ease with this fayth who seemed to have retained more humanity than some. "Thank you, my lady."
"Good."
"I come to you as a suppliant, my lady. I seek your strength to fight Sin for the sake of all Spira's children. Please, will you...?"
She regarded him with a tolerant smile. "Well, well. I might. You've come out of Bevelle, yet you're not a pompous ass. You don't put on High Summoner airs in advance. Refreshing. On one condition."
"Name it, my lady."
"A kiss."
"My lady?" His expression turned quizzical. "But you were of the Order, and are now sanctified beyond mortal kind. It would not be proper—"
"Oh, proper!" She blew a raspberry. "I took the veil to flee a bad marriage, not for a vow of celibacy! Come now. You married a heathen, didn't you? Why be proper now?"
"I...beg your pardon." Flustered, he stepped towards her. With quiet reverence, he bowed his head and planted a chaste kiss on her lips.
Or it should have been chaste. Her arms slipped around his shoulders, and suddenly the goddess beneath the glass was there, shrouded by a nun's shapeless habit. Long icy nails caressed him. A body barely veiled by rime-laced webs was pressing against his, chilling him right through his robes. He shuddered, willing himself not to recoil.
Trust me, summoner. Ice I may be, but I am not frigid.
No, lady— and in that dizzying instant he understood: a plain-looking girl whose marriage had been arranged, fleeing to the cocoon of a convent; a passionate spirit frozen deep within where the world would never suspect it— You are beautiful.
There was a sly wink— in his mind's eye the aeon stood there, glorious, flaunting her unearthly beauty, and yet there was a twinkle in her eye, the mischief of a private joke shared with a trusted friend. Then the cold poured into him.
I will fight for thee, summoner. Let the world know me for who I am... and never was.
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FFVII, President Shinra/Rufus, the taste of trust
FFIX, Beatrix/Steiner, intangible ink
FFX, Rin/Auron, sword-arm and shop-hand
FFXII, Jote/Fran, it's never bitter
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FFIV: Cecil/Edge, you're prettier than a woman
FFIV: Cecil/Kain, for a flower
FFVI: Edgar/Terra, not a queen
FFVI: Celes/Terra, heaven and earth
FFVII: Cloud/Tifa, never got our happy ending
FFVII: Zack/Aerith, never got my last kiss
FFVII: Zack/Cloud, don't know why I did that
FFVII: Sephiroth/Zack, entertainment
FFVII: Yuffie/Cloud, how about you kiss back this time?
FFVII: Yuffie/Vincent, it might be contagious
FFVII: Yuffie/Reno, will it make you go away?
FFVII: Tseng/Rufus, it's not because of that
FFVII: Tseng/Zack, actually, I like blond hair
FFVII: Aerith/Tifa, in replacement
FFVII: Aerith/Yuffie, cute like a moogle
FFVIII: Laguna/Kiros, more than friends
FFVIII: Laguna/Kiros, guilt
FFVIII: Laguna/Kiros, is this our happy ending?
FFVIII: Laguna/Raine, last kiss
FFVIII: Quistis/Seifer, though you don't deserve it
FFVIII: Selphie/Quistis, this will be more fun if you shut up
FFVIII: Seifer/Squall, nothing ever lasts
FFT: Delita/Ramza, the taste of noble blood
FFT: Ramza/Mustadio, you're a strange one
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FFVIII: Selphie/Quistis, "Something Borrowed, Something Blue"
Quistis is drunk, or at least something approaching drunk. The purely analytical part of her mind makes a note that if someone decided to assassinate the Commander today, she would not be in the best position to prevent it. The other parts of her mind retaliate with the idea that she could assassinate the Commander, and he'd be nowhere near noticing, not with all of his attention focused on his lovely, honest-to-god blushing bride.She drains another crystal flute of champagne, pink champagne at that, and snatches another glass off of the tray of a passing waiter. Her dress is itchy, the ridiculous flounces of lace not making it easy for her to walk, or dance, but no one's asked her to dance, so that doesn't matter. Rinoa's fashion sense is atrocious. Quistis has never looked good in pink.
Out of the corner of her eye, she thinks she sees Seifer spiking the punch. At least someone is having fun, she thinks darkly. She's tried, really tried, to enjoy herself; Squall and Rinoa deserve this, to have such a lovely dream wedding, that she almost feels bad about hating her bridesmaid dress. Almost.
Selphie skips into her field of view, looking like a Tiki Centran Sunrise in her pink dress and cluster of tropical flowers pinned in her hair.
"Don't you love this band?" she gushes, and Quistis raises her glass out of the range of Selphie's flailing limbs, a vague approximation of something like dancing.
"They're pretty good," she admits, because everyone loves this band, even Squall, who is out on the dance floor looking less profoundly uncomfortable than he has in years. He's surprisingly coordinated.
"Come dance with me," Selphie says, and Quistis opens her mouth to say no, but her wrist is locked in Selphie's strong grip. She barely has time to set her glass on another passing waiter's tray before she's dragged into the middle of a mass of people.
"I can't dance to this--" she starts, but Selphie is already whisking her around in unstructured circles; it's no dance she's even heard of, let alone knows.
"Qusitis, shut up and follow me," Selphie commands, putting her hands on Quistis' hips. "Go like this and just feel the music!"
Maybe it's the music, maybe it's the overwhelming amount of champagne, but Quistis finds herself following Selphie's direction easily, and when she realizes this, she involuntarily glances around the ballroom, because the last thing that she needs to do is publicly humiliate herself in front of Squall on his wedding day.
Selphie makes a noise. "Stop worrying," she orders. "I could swing from the chandeliers and I doubt I'd get in trouble for it."
"But--"
"Quistis."
She looks back at Selphie, just in time for Selphie to lock her hands around the back of Quistis' neck and pull her face down to Selphie's level.
"Quistis Trepe, you need to figure out when to just shut up and enjoy yourself," Selphie tells her, and the kiss that follows is searing and sloppy and Quistis can't quite remember what she was going to say in response.
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FFVII (OGC) - Barret/Tifa - Could you be any louder?
February 16 2010, 05:58:06 UTC 2 years ago
FFXII: Penelo/Gabranth - Don't Let Me Down - PG (PART 1)
In game, immediately after the second Gabranth vs party fight...After their last fight, Penelo feels sorry for Gabranth. Really sorry. It's not a rush of sympathy over a sudden misfortune kind of sorry. Nor is it an 'oh my god, how can he possibly be this thickheaded' type of sorry. No, it's something else, and with this realization, Penelo finally understands why she and Basch have always gotten along like two old friends who've known each other since forever. Basch grew up with his brother just like she grew up with Vaan, and even though she always thought Vaan was bad, wow, Basch's brother is much, much worse.
She thinks this while watching Gabranth. Everyone else is ignoring him while he crouches in the corner of the freight elevator, sulking inside his suit of armor. With his shoulders slumped and head hanging forward, he looks sort of ridiculous: a big, mopey wannabe badass. No wonder Basch is ignoring him.
Basch just motioned Vaan over to the elevator's controls, which Vaan is currently working, raising them all to the Bahamut's upper deck. As the elevator slowly raises, everyone else is looking up at where the platform will dock, Ashe standing stiff shouldered, Fran shifting the straps of her quiver, Basch down one one knee tightening his bootlaces by feel, Balthier tapping his foot.
Penelo is standing close enough to Gabranth to hear his breath rattling through his helm's mask, and he sounds rather suspiciously like he's crying. Of course, that would explain why he's hiding behind his helm right now. Vaan would've done the same -- hide his face -- because there is absolutely no way Vaan would ever let anyone else see him cry. But, actually, there really is a pretty big difference between people like Gabranth and like Vaan. That difference is purpose.
After Vaan's parents died, Vaan did one stupid thing after another, strutting around, head filled with big ideas, and then he'd lash out when nothing went as he planned. Vaan went through a phase where he was always kicking over trash cans in the alleyways. He probably just liked liked all the noise and the mess they made when falling over. Then he'd run as fast as he could, thinking no one saw him do it. Of course, they knew. Penelo always hunted him down, tugging his arm and yelling at him, telling him to go back and help, but the harder she tried to pull Vaan back into the alley, the more he shouted at her and fought back. Eventually he'd win -- or he'd think he had won -- and then he'd go running off into the market to steal something from one of the vendors, and get himself in real trouble.
That's the difference between Vaan and Gabranth. Once Vaan started following Ashe, Vaan realized he could finally do something that mattered. But Gabranth? Even though he's twice Vaan's age, he's still kicking over trash cans in alleyways. Yet, for someone in his position, that poses a serious problem. People like Larsa count on Gabranth, but Gabranth doesn't seem to care.
When the freight elevator nears the top level of the Bahamut, everyone else falls into formation. Penelo skips over to Vaan.
"Don't worry about me," she says. "I'll catch up in a minute."
"Hey, you aren't chickening out, are you? Cause this time we're actually gonna need your help."
"Thanks a lot, Vaan. I just need to do something quickly before I'll join you."
The elevator jolts to a halt, and Vaan shrugs before running ahead with everyone else. Penelo sprints to the back of the freight elevator, right to where Gabranth still sits on the floor. "Helmet off," she commands. She kneels next to him, opens her chemistry bag, and grabs three of the strongest potions she has.
Gabranth ignores her. She's not surprised. She waves one of the potions right in front of his masked face. "I'm not wasting this by squirting it through your mouth guard," she says. "And we don't have time to argue because Larsa needs help right now."
Penelo silently counts to three. Gabranth doesn't move. She grabs his gloved hand and shoves the phial between lax fingers.
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AW YEAH SELF
FFIV:Cecil/Kain/Rosa, literature
Edge/Kain, at the bottom
Edge/Kain/Rydia, play the hand you're dealt
Edge/Rydia, hilarious
Rosa/Rydia, something borrowed
FFIV: TAY
Palom/Porom, hush
Palom/Rydia, fire
FFVI:
Celes/Terra, complexity
Edgar/Sabin, tools
FFVII:
Barret/Tifa, baking
Elena/Tseng, "I break the rules so I don't care"
Reno/Anyone, SNAFUBAR
FFVIII:
Ellone/Rinoa, dreams and nightmares
Ellone/Zell, "I'll teach you to fight"
Irvine/Quistis, "I am too playing with fifty-two cards"
Laguna/Quistis, loss
Quistis/Rinoa, lace
Rinoa/Squall, without magic
Seifer/Selphie, bright
FFX/X2:
Auron/Braska/Jecht, aeons
Lulu/Rikku, mystery
Lenne/Yuna, sweet dreams
Paine/Rikku/Yuna, teamwork
Yuna/Any Aeon, forging a bond
FFXII
Al-Cid/Ashe, entanglement
Al-Cid/Balthier, "can you handle it?"
Gabranth/Larsa, speech-writing
Larsa/Penelo, to discard
CROSSOVERS:
Anima/Asura; sister light, sister dark
Balthier/Locke, all knowledge is worth having
Kain/Terra, the sorrows we bear
Reno/Rydia, "are you kidding me"
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1/?: FFXII, Larsa/Penelo, to discard, PG.
Penelo was unsure which she'd rather forget: the sight of the bride, swathed in tulle and gold and done up for all the world like the Empress she would be and shining like a girl in love (but it wasn't love, it couldn't be love); or the cracks in Larsa's careful expression as his eyes met hers, not the girl he was marrying but the girl in the third row from the back, the girl who still waited (even now, still waiting, like this was just a test).It was grand feast, of course -- no less could be done for their Emperor. She barely tasted the food she ate, the wine she drank. She might have grown drunk on it -- the Archadian wine she didn't taste -- but even that was held back from her. Strip away the dull ache and she would not walk, would not stand, would not be able to hold her head high. Strip away the layers of unfeeling and she would be nothing more than a broken heart and weren't there already an abundance of those tonight? She would not be like them, the girls who had hoped to dash themselves to pieces against Emperor Larsa Solidor's quiet charm and deep timbre. She had known him. It was enough.
So she ate and drank and even danced when it was asked of her. She made polite conversation with her companions, minor lordlings with ambition who boasted relation to this noble or that one. She smiled and nodded in all the right places when the portly man next to her -- the master of the city's grandest university or so he claimed -- went on a long, somewhat drunken ramble of how he had almost married his sister off to the late Gramis and was as good as the current Emperor's uncle because of it.
As the festivities wound down and the newly married couple took their leave, Penelo made the last torturous walk she would make down those halls. Her chamber had been accorded to her by one of the many masters of accomodation Larsa had in his keep. The master had not commented on the awkwardness of her presence -- an unmarried, tattooed shopgirl from the slums of Rabanastre -- but had gone out of his way to sniff with displeasure and mention how flighty and ill-entertained today's youth were. If he thought her a prostitute brought in for Larsa's or even the bride's amusement, she had not sought to dissaude him of that notion. Going back to her room now, it was was almost a pang in her breastbone. After every previous tryst through the years of their growing, Larsa had tried to provide her with material things: books of poetry and lore, perfume and incense, jewelled baubles that would be stripped from her hand the moment she tried to board air passage home.
He had offered her tender words and glances of a man in love, true, but he had married someone else. If he were to try to take to her bed even now, on his wedding night to someone else, then she truly was his whore -- brought about when it was convenient and discarded at the morning's first light.
The door opened easily. Penelo felt her head sway as if the wine had borne its effects at last. She had half-expected to open the door and find Larsa strewn about the bed, near naked and in waiting. To his credit, he had merely found himself a seat at her breakfast table with a book underneath his folded hands.
"How did you get in here?" she asked.
There was a grim mirth to the set of his mouth. "Did I ever tell you the story of Emperor Josias and the poet Aveline?"
She willed herself to hold her head high. Whores didn't wait; she would not be that girl any more than she wanted to be the girl in the third row from the back. He had not torn at her with the passion of someone denied what they want most; at least that, she had considered. This -- Larsa the defeated, Larsa the resigned, Larsa who sat idly by and offered stories as penance -- was almost worse. "No you didn't."
"He loved her," he said softly. "But he was married to a daughter of the one of the seven noble houses, and could ill afford to disturb that union. He brought Aveline in as his wife's royal poet and gave her this room, because it bore safe passage, designed at his request, to and from the royal chambers."
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February 10 2010, 19:44:41 UTC 2 years ago
YAY KISS BATTLE
Squall/RinoaRydia/Rosa
FUJIN/XU FUJIN/XU FUJIN/XU
Squall/Quistis
Irvine/Quistis
Seifer/Rinoa
Seifer/Quistis
Seifer/Selphie, "Well, you didn't get me a box of fifty-cent candy, so you're gonna have to be my eternal slave."
Seifer/pretty much anyone, basically.
February 15 2010, 21:49:19 UTC 2 years ago
FFVIII: Seifer/Laguna, Lasers and Stuff, PG-13
JANA YOU SAID "PRETTY MUCH ANYONE" OKAY?!Seeing the young man knocking back beer after Estharian microbrewed beer made Laguna kind of grateful that Squall was his son and not this fellow. Not that Seifer was a bad kid, oh no. He’d really turned his act around, and Laguna felt like a real champ for fostering a talented, if slightly misguided youth.
Almasy was great at seeing through the bullshit some of his council liked to fling his way during meetings, and he’d really whipped the military into shape. He didn’t treat Laguna like some simpleton (which he wasn’t!) and he did his job pretty well. Squall had sent the guy over a few months back since he was too old to stay at Garden and not be a SeeD, and hell, Laguna appreciated the company. It wasn’t like Squall went out of his way to visit after all.
But Seifer, when not on the clock, was kind of impudent – after a teenage life full of bullying, it was a hard habit to break. Laguna was taking the young man out for a drink to celebrate the passage of some new military protocol manual or other (Laguna didn’t have time to read that stuff). Seifer had already yelled at a waitress and tried picking a fight with another table.
Laguna wondered what his own kid might be like with a few Esthar microbrews in his belly. Would Squall be even more surly than usual? Or would he be one of those weepy drunks who made everyone around him kind of depressed? Oh well. He only had Seifer for company, and the guy was getting goofier with each subsequent drink. But Seifer had worked his butt off to get the manual reworked, so who was Laguna to cut him off?
“I’m telling you, Laguna, you need some lasers in space!” Almasy was giggling at this point, gesturing with one of his empty bottles. “You’ve got the money for it, and boy would the other countries crap themselves at the thought of being zapped.”
“I don’t want to zap anyone,” Laguna replied, asking the waitress for another drink with a nifty umbrella. “I think that money’s better spent on research.”
“What kinda research?”
Laguna shrugged. “I don’t know. Research into…science-y stuff.”
Seifer snorted, getting to his feet. He was having trouble standing. “That’s jus’ your problem ‘kay? You keep ‘em all in line wif lasers and stuff.”
“Seifer, kiddo, you okay?”
But Laguna didn’t get an answer as the drunken fellow toppled forward, and in his efforts to catch Seifer, the guy’s mouth mashed against his. Wow, this was certainly awkward. Seifer was as heavy as a boulder, and the whole establishment was starting to stare at the man lying heavily on their president.
“Mmfffhmm,” he tried to complain, but Seifer was groaning. And still very much kissing him. Oh god, was that Seifer’s tongue trying to prod its way into his mouth?! “MMFFHMMMFFFF!!”
“Mr. President!” came the voice of one of the security guards, finally hauling the drunken Almasy off of him. “Mr. President, are you okay?”
Laguna just sat in the chair stunned. This was all a misunderstanding. Seifer fell. Seifer wouldn’t remember in the morning. But Laguna would. He downed the rest of his umbrella drink.
“Bring the hover shuttle around,” he said, stumbling away from the table. “It’s time to go home.”
Yeah, Seifer wasn’t a bad kid. Squall was just…probably better. And hopefully less prone to attacking with tongue kissing.
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