Prompt based fiction, from a book of 500 prompts.
Vossler lives. Balthier and Fran rescue him from Nalbina's depths, but the return to selfhood is not an easy path.
FFXII. Fran, origins. The Wood is not a sanctuary.
FFXII. Gabranth's mother dies and he assumes a Judge Magister's mantle.
Now, before I forget, darlin', here's your prezzie, you love Milk Tray, I remember you do, don't you?
FFXII. The beginning of the end. Ivalice changes; the trouble with time is that every passing year devalues itself as currency.
Where the surface matters, but not how they thought it would.
Basch and Fran. An oasis and an invitation.
FFXII. Vaan asks a personal question. Penelo's drunk enough to answer.
Still, she's never been much for others, my mother: at the time I didn't know if she realised her sister was actually on her deathbed, but now I'm starting to think she just had no sympathy for the situation.
Balthier and Vossler. An angry tumble in the sand.
we have run long and away we three from the mountain always standing still
A son follows his freedom. His father's obsession turns damaging.
Three hundred and sixty degrees she turned, and as if trapped in an early version of a three dimensional gamer's world, she turned and turned and only saw her face. She had no sides, no curves but for the hourglass defining her.
FFVII / FFIX crossover. General Beatrix is a SOLDIER, Doctor Lucrecia runs the experiments.
FFXII. Vossler the monarchist (sort of), suddenly learning the difference between country and crown.
there was a name he could remember, but not one he could articulate
FFXII. Ffamran and Fran, Basch and Vossler, Ffamran and Cidolphus. Three interludes, and the methodologies of freedom.
Paradox duly avoided, I painted until I found myself a bit peckish, and stopped for lunch.
Wear your corporate success proudly, sweetheart; collars and cuffs synonyms for platinum-class shackles.
Antoni arched his back, did as the irony scripted across his chest demanded, and thrust his pecs forward.
However searing the sun, space was never a glorious frontier.
History of the Runestaff. Hawkmoon and D'Averc. The architect that Jehamia spoke of was a Frenchman, not a Boar.
Exiled lions find companionship with each other and eat some humans.
FFVII. f!Vincent (genderbent) and Lucretia. For the prompt 'Betrayal - Lucrecia had just been using Vincent to get to Hojo.'
FFXII. Cidolphus and his wife. The day she leaves him behind.
Oh my god! I can feel it!
On the sofa, their commentary faces forwards, as though the television is their audience, and their life is a kind of inverted pantomime.
'It's--It's really quite difficult, saying this out loud--Well, it's Dracula, you see. I have my suspicions--about what he is.'
FFXII. Basch and Ashe. After Shiva's fall, Ashe forces the point.
FFXII. Balthier and Fran. A mutually negotiated endeavor and satisfactory outcome for all.
Despite the town's declaration of neutrality, I have been assigned two guards. In respect to my position, they are both female.
This is your day, and it is not a day for thrift-shop trousers no matter how shiny they seem under starlight.
FFXII. Egg filled bug bites in Rabanstre's sewers. A competent Vossler turns Ashelia on; an Ashe who needs his help turns Vossler on.
Dragon Age II AU - concept sketch. Fenris and Merrill, where the mysterious lost power of Arthalan is high powered biotechnology.
FFXII. Ffamran meets Fran, as well as the rest of the YPA.
When I visited Over There, it had been forty two years since I left. Every second question was 'why aren't you married'. Gone forty two years and there's no 'how are you, what do you do, tell us about your life!' No, it's all, 'where's your husband? Where's your boyfriend? Why aren't you married?'
Hard-pressed to admit affection for anything, He liked this job specifically for the conversational opportunities, having pretensions above those of His friends (He did strive to keep Himself the largest fish in His social pond).
FFXII, Balthier and Fran. Do we call this kidfic?
Miserable while witnessing his nation's surrender, a Diviny honour guard finds a LaGattan soldier with the strength to make him submit, and the skill to make him enjoy it.
Her mother could not find a photographer. No one sits at the bridal table. Beloved's friends are not by her side.