sexychocobo ([personal profile] sexychocobo) wrote in [community profile] fuckyeahfinalfantasy2010-12-12 03:49 pm


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FFXIII, Sazh/Vanille

(Anonymous) 2010-12-15 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Sazh/Vanille, sharing things

FFVIII, Zell/Fujin

(Anonymous) 2010-12-15 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Zell/Fujin, snowed in

FFXIII, Gadot/Snow

(Anonymous) 2010-12-15 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Gadot/Snow, eggnog drinking contest

FFVIII, Fujin/Kiros

(Anonymous) 2010-12-16 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
The other girls could swoon over Laguna, but Fujin was taken with someone else in Esthar.

FFIX: Beatrix/Steiner

(Anonymous) 2010-12-16 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
He was always waiting.

Re: FFIX: Beatrix/Steiner

(Anonymous) 2010-12-17 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It was not until years later that Beatrix realized how long Steiner had been waiting.

There was the time she had stumbled home after a long day of meetings to see a red rose in a beautiful vase upon her windowsill. She almost didn't notice it, she was so intent on just falling into bed, but the moonlight at the edge of the pane caught one of the faceted edges of the glass, reflecting it, brilliant as a diamond, across the ceiling and walls of her room. For a moment, as everything sparkled, she wondered if she was dreaming.

But when she woke up the next morning, the rose was still there.

Beatrix had admirers, hordes of them, according to her executive officer. Beatrix had never seen these so-called admirers because the executive officer would chase them away - or so she claimed, anyway. She remembered distinctly another time when she had been coming down the palace stairs and a young nobleman was coming up them holding a bouquet of flowers. He'd opened his mouth to speak, his lips trembling, and there had been a clanking of metal on metal and Steiner's irritated voice echoing around the polished marble entryway.

"There you are, Beatrix. Where the hell have you been? I've been looking for you all afternoon."

She often wondered if those flowers had been for her. She had never gotten flowers from anyone before, except for the mysterious red rose that began to appear at irregular intervals in front of her window, removed as it began to wilt and a new replacement set there a few days later. Her executive officer would have stationed guards at the door to her suite if Beatrix had said anything, but she didn't say anything, because she was intrigued, and it was rather fun to have a secret admirer.

Beatrix rarely did anything fun, but no one had to know about this.

One day, she opened the door to her bedroom to see that the rose on the windowsill was dead, but it hadn't been taken away. She did not, until much, much later, connect this to the fact that Adelbert Steiner had left Alexandria three days prior on a mission to rescue the princess from the thieves that had taken her, thieves that turned out to be the best friends that Alexandria had ever had.

She waited every night by her window, wondering if her admirer had lost interest, or perhaps had decided that this was a practical joke that should be ended before it went to far. Or - and this was a scenario too close and realistic for comfort, for Alexandria was by that time at war - perhaps he was a soldier too, and he had not returned because he was dead.

Steiner had not died. But it was not until it was almost too late, she thought, that she realized how much his death would drain the meaning from her world. Beatrix was a proud woman, a proud soldier, and she had never chased after anyone before - had never wanted to, had never needed to. It should have stopped her cold in her tracks to think that she was chasing after him, but for Steiner, she would run as far as he asked her.

The day after the princess's return to the castle, after the destruction of the Iifa Tree, after the Mist had retreated for good, she had unlocked the door to her room to see a fresh, new red rose in the vase by the windowsill, still wet with the day's drizzle on its fragile petals.

It was at that moment that she knew.

"Why did you come after me?" Steiner asked her, later.

"I could not bear the thought of you dying there alone," she said. "I wanted to be your side. If you were going to die, I wanted us to go together."

"I was always waiting for you," he said, and she smiled into his embrace.

"So was I."

Re: FFIX: Beatrix/Steiner

(Anonymous) 2010-12-17 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here!

This was beautiful. I love these two so much. Thank you!

Re: FFIX: Beatrix/Steiner

(Anonymous) - 2010-12-17 19:54 (UTC) - Expand

FFIV, Cecil & Rosa

(Anonymous) 2010-12-16 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Cecil and Rosa make up for Baron's bad deeds by having babies with everyone but each other. An already pregnant Rosa and big public orgies are best.

FFX, Auron, Jecht, Braska

(Anonymous) 2010-12-17 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd thought he'd have at least one of them would be with him after the end. (Pairing or not!)

Re: FFX, Auron, Jecht, Braska

(Anonymous) 2010-12-17 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
By which I mean "He'd thought at least one of them would be with him after the end." (Changed phrasing, forgot to proof-read.)

FFX, Yuna

(Anonymous) 2010-12-17 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
At the end of the world, Yuna is dancing.

Nonexistent Grief (PG, 291 words)

(Anonymous) 2010-12-20 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
There are tears running down her face. And they're not tears of joy. No, they're not, even if that's what you're supposed to feel when you rid the world of its worst threat.

Her feet move in familiar patterns, her staff swings mechanically in her grip. This is all familiar, all so... usual, and yet it brings a lump to her throat and more tears to her eyes.

Can you grieve for someone who never existed? Can you send someone who didn't die?

She swallows convulsively, and her movements take on a hint of desperation, a tinge of clumsiness. Once, she stumbles, over herself, over her feet that were practically born to do this. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees either Lulu and Wakka make a movement towards her. A flash of blue--Kimahri stops them with a slow gesture.

He understands; Yuna tilts her face up, and brings her staff down in a swinging arc, regaining her grace.

She is--was--a summoner, and also, a dancer. She knows these movements, knows how they feel.

And maybe the dance can't banish the memory of his lips on hers, the feel of his gloved hands on her skin. But she can dance, and send her emotions soaring with the pyreflies, as every summoner knows how. Because to send the dead, you mustn't feel anything at all, else the souls refuse to leave for memory of what they had.

Yuna twirls a final time and feels her emotions sting as sharp as before, when she danced, and there is no encroaching hollowness, no sting of healing. There is just a raw, gnawing sorrow, and tears, and clumsiness, and she slumps down to her knees and sobs like she hasn't since her father died.

At the end of the world, Yuna dances, and it solves nothing.

Re: Nonexistent Grief (PG, 291 words)

(Anonymous) 2010-12-20 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
I have to go get a box of kleenex now.

That was beautiful. And... yeah. Kleenex. Lots.

Re: Nonexistent Grief (PG, 291 words)

(Anonymous) - 2010-12-20 03:26 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Nonexistent Grief (PG, 291 words)

(Anonymous) 2011-01-03 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh that's beautiful! *teary eyes* Thank you for writing that - it's gorgeous and exactly what I hoped for!

Re: Nonexistent Grief (PG, 291 words)

(Anonymous) - 2011-01-08 20:55 (UTC) - Expand

FFX-2 Baralai/Gippal

(Anonymous) 2010-12-17 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
They both wear far too many layers to be comfortable in the desert, let alone get out of quickly.

FFVII, Elena

(Anonymous) 2010-12-20 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Gaining acceptance from her co-workers.
traxits: A close up of Reno, from FF7: Advent Children Complete. (FF7)

FFVII, Elena, "Earning Her Place"

[personal profile] traxits 2011-04-16 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)

Elena realized that there was something wrong as soon as she slid her fingers over the envelope. Tseng was frowning at her, at her placid reaction, she was sure. She'd been waiting for this day for close to two months, long enough that it was a relief to get it but short enough that she still should have been overcome with gratitude, with … something.

But she stood there in the middle of the sparring room, Tseng looking impeccable, crisp and clean, and she was still sweating from her match, her blond hair limp around her face as she took the envelope from him. She couldn't even feel the texture of the paper against her taped hands, and she licked her lips slowly before she nodded. She looked up at him and managed a faltering smile.

He didn't give her the reassurances that he had a few weeks ago when she'd passed all of the tests required. He couldn't. He could only promote her in that moment because of what had happened to Reno— of course she'd already known that Reno was hurt; the sparring room was abuzz with the gossip— and her presence on the tight-knit squad would only make things worse.

She didn't say anything, but when Tseng instructed her to meet him in the Turk lounge in two hours, she nodded again. He left her standing there, envelope with her official orders in hand, and she was vaguely aware that someone was clapping her on the back. Congratulating her. All of the SOLDIERs she sparred with knew she'd been waiting for that envelope. She smiled mechanically, and when she walked back into the locker room, she clenched her free hand into a fist. For a moment more, she stood there, and then she slammed it into her locker door, tears in her eyes.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

She drew a deep breath, bracing herself, and she opened her locker after just a minute. There was a clear indention that she didn't doubt would come out of her next paycheck, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She set the letter in the locker organizer hanging on the back of the door, and slowly, she unwrapped her hands. She grabbed her towel, grabbed a clean tank top and shorts, and she hit the showers.

The hot water made her feel better, and when she was standing once more in front of the locker, she took the letter in hand. Her hair was clean and pulled back, and this time, she could feel the paper under her skin as she slowly opened it. Her eyes lifted momentarily to look at the Elite Emblems pinned to her organizer. Reminders of the blood she'd already shed to get this far.

Her orders were mostly garbage, the same nonsense political talk that had accompanied each of her emblems, but she traced her finger of the words 'Administrative Research' several times. Her sister had made the Turks, and now, so had Elena. Her sister had owned three emblems; Elena had five. Her sister had become fast friends with all of her coworkers, respected and close to each of them. Elena could do no less.

She folded the letter back up, tucked it into the organizer. She pulled the blue suit from the back of her locker, her fingers sliding over the fabric slowly. She'd bought it the moment she'd passed all of her exams, just in case. Just for this sort of scenario.

So when she faced her fellow Turks— Tseng and Rude— she looked the part. She was clean, pressed, and if the moment was less cheerful than she'd originally envisioned, she couldn't bring herself to complain. Tseng had broken out the whiskey— a sorrow drink, some part of her whispered, not a celebratory one— and she had taken it upon herself to match them, drink for drink.

Rude hadn't said a word, and Tseng had simply raised an eyebrow as Elena took over the pouring duties. She had the experience after all. She'd specifically worked at the bar in Wall Market to get that experience, and when she inspected the liquor cabinet and found it satisfactory, she was a little surprised at their reaction.

Tseng shook his head, a faint smile on his lips, but Rude... Rude had taken it upon himself to test her. Unofficially of course, but he would hand her his glass and ask for something. A highball. Mideel Iced Tea. Wutaian Kick-Back. She didn't let herself think as she mixed the drinks for him. If she did, she would forget the recipe, she would over analyze it.

Instead, she simply worked as instructed, and when Reno limped into the room, she made his a double. The poor bastard was on crutches, bandaged from head to toe, and she had no doubt that some low class SOLDIER was laying broken in the infirmary from trying to hold him in place. If there was, he should have known better. No Turk stayed in the infirmary any longer than was strictly necessary, and with the longer leash that Rufus was rapidly giving them, their influence had increased.

It was a good time to be a Turk, even with the terrorists and the explosions. Elena glanced out the window, and her eyes gazed over at the sight of seven, shattered and missing. She glanced sharply over at Reno, wondering if he really had been the one to do it. It was the rumor floating around the training rooms.

A flash in the reflection on the window caught her attention, and she spun around to catch the kick with her hands, shoving the leg away from her before it could connect. Without thinking, she followed through, and she found her foot held in one of Tseng's hands. His eyes missed nothing as they roved over her. She stared at him for just a moment, and when he twisted her leg— a move that should have sent her flying— she moved with it.

Her hands caught the back of the nearest chair, and she twisted it with her, using it to block Tseng's next attack, the one that was designed to crack her skull while she was vulnerable. She dropped the chair in favor of catching herself on her hands, and she swung her leg out in a low sweep that caught him just at the ankles.

He crashed to the floor, and for a moment, everyone was quiet. Then, as she stood, Reno started clapping. Rude looked over at him, then he clapped too, and Tseng picked himself up off of the floor as gracefully as he could. He dusted himself off. She swallowed but didn't let down her guard. He was testing her, seeing how she reacted even with the alcohol in her bloodstream, even with the relatively relaxed atmosphere around them.

Tseng didn't offer her his hand. Instead, he simply bowed, his hands at his sides. She hesitated only momentarily before she returned the movement, careful not to look away from him for too long. He smiled slowly.

"Welcome to the Turks, Elena," he said, and Reno and Rude clinked their glasses together. She felt the slightest of smiles touching her own face, a faint blush at the words.

That was what it was supposed to be like.

Re: FFVII, Elena, "Earning Her Place"

(Anonymous) 2011-04-17 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
EEEE! This is exactly what I was hoping for! This is great! I loved how Elena felt and how all the other turks reacted to her, it was brilliant. ♥

FFXII, Fran/Balthier OR Fran & Balthier

(Anonymous) 2010-12-21 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
First argument

FFXIII Hope/Fang

(Anonymous) 2011-01-16 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Fang always gets what she wants.

Bonus points for Fang doing anal things to Hope just for fun . . .

Dissidia, Laguna, Bartz, Zidane & Squall

(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Bartz and Zidane meet Laguna, possibly resulting in a road trip experience. Squall regrets the experience immensely.

FFIV, Rosa and Rydia

(Anonymous) 2011-04-08 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
I'd like Rosa wearing Rydia's little girl clothes as seen in please and thank you. I mean the same size too, making them way way too small for her but she wears them anyway.

FFX, Yuna and Rikku | Parasite Eve, Aya Brea | Motomu Toriyama

(Anonymous) 2011-04-19 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Aya Brea, Yuna and Rikku brutally anal rape Motomu Toriyama for forcing them to dress like skanks and act like pathetic little girls through his influence on Final Fantasy X-2 and The 3rd Birthday. Feel free to include any other characters you would like as well.


(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Fang haz fleaz! Go anywhere you want with it, but I'm thinking humor would be best.

Интернет-магазин Buynice

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