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Pairing: Chisaki x Tsumugu I guess, but this is about Chisaki only
Summary: Locals say that gazing into the Starlite Lake can help you make sense of your internal turmoil. Chisaki heeds the advice
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Change is inevitable.
The world changes everyday, taking on new forms, and the more you try to run away from it, the more you try to hold on to the past or extend the present, the more you remain static and cling to what you know, the harsher change becomes for you.
A young woman stood alone on the edge of the Starlite Lake, snow falling down around her like soft moon particles.
For five years, Chisaki tried to hold on to what she knew. For five years, she pretended that she didn't change. And now, five years after the Ofunehiki festival, five years after her friends went into hibernation, now she had to face them again and see just how much she changed. It wasn't just that she was older than them, much about her personality and herself had changed and she felt like she no longer fit in the group, like they remained the same but she was too much changed to ever go back to their familiar dynamic. It was hard being around them. It was hard seeing them looking and acting exactly the same as she remembered, while she could barely fit her Shioshishio school uniform.
She felt left out, and guilty that she could live happily and blissfully for five years while not sparring a single thought for her friends hibernating in the sea. It hurt too much thinking about home, about the life she left behind, so she distracted herself playing a life on the surface. She felt selfish for wanting things to work exactly the same as before. Her liking Hikari, Manaka liking Hikari too and her never admitting her feelings so she didn't hurt either of them.
"You're in love with me. That's why you were hoping that they loved each other."
Tsumugu's words cut through her thoughts. He could see through her façade, he could tell how much she hurt and how much she was running away from her feelings. Her real feelings.
She could see now how Kaname had felt and how she should've been kinder to his heart, more understanding of his feelings of being left out of the group. His feelings for her were no longer there and now it was her who didn't belong.
"You're in love with me."
Tsumugu was right. She'd always imagined love as an intense feeling like she nurtured for Hikari before, but over the course of the last five years Tsumugu won over her heart through sheer consistency and patience, much like water can cut through the hardest of rocks given enough time.
She breathed in, feeling a strange calmness in her heart.
Change is terrifying. Change is inevitable. But change could bring much happiness if she opened her heart to it.
"You know, I find it a bit ridiculous that you thought I wouldn't find out."
Valko immediately recognized his interlocutor and struggled to break free from the algae tied around his body.
"Especially when you already knew she's mine."
Rafayel materialized in front of him seemingly out of thin water, his face inches from the ginger man, angry and glowing with power ready to be unleashed at Valko. Or at least that would be the case if he was not drowning, his last breath of air barely keeping the water pressure from flowing into his body.
He didn't even know how he got into such a situation. One minute he was extracting data from some files in his lab, and the next one he was swimming out into high sea, but before he could make sense of the situation and swim back, he was pulled down.
Eh, to hell with it, he thought, ready to face his death.
What he didn't expect was the other man's lips on his own, breathing life into him before roughly shoving him back. He realized that he could now breathe underwater.
"You're lucky you're such a high profile person, otherwise I would snuff out your life."
Valko smirked and taunted despite being at disadvantage.
"What's the matter? Can't handle us both?"
The algae around him wrapped around his neck, the grip not strong enough to asphyxiate him, but just enough pressure to promise him a quick death if he made a wrong move or said a wrong word.
"Don't test your luck, wolf boy. The Gods do not take kindly to human presumption."
He took one good look at the man he'd always imagined as a feeble artist with shady secrets. In place of his legs was a long, purpleish blue fish tail, his naked torso covered in tattoos and decorations, his hair almost as long as the tail, and his size almost tripled in this form.
He couldn't help but smile even wider like a madman.
"I knew there was something familiar about you... You're the Lemurian Sea God, aren't you?"
Rafayel didn't deign him an answer, only staring him down in fury. He continued.
"My, it's been so long since our clans last confronted each other... How's family?"
Just as quick as the algae unwrapped from his body, he was roughly slammed against the ruins of some old submerged building. Rafayel burned in rage, his hands tightly around Valko's neck. This time he was really being asphyxiated, and he knew the other man would kill him if he didn't let go.
It was... interesting, to say the least. The same hands that so delicately crafted works of art had enough power in them to also take lives. Typical Lemurian, luring people to the deep with songs before claiming yet another victim. Yet Valko felt no hatred, no fear, and the angrier Rafayel got, the more turned on he felt.
It was ridiculous. Many fell victims to the charms of the sea people, many of his own lost to the sea. Everyone called it a tragedy, but deep down he always thought them weak, their spirit too maleable, but now, now he could see why the Lemurians were to be feared.
Rafayel let go just as he was about to lose consciousness. He panted, gasping for air in whichever strange ways sea creatures did in the water.
"I should kill you. You take my bride, you mock the deaths my people, you insult a God. You are a worthless human."
"You think everything is about you, huh?" Valko coughed between words. "You think you're the only one who lost family and friends, who lost love? Why don't you get off your high horse and shove that condescension up your ass? So what if I took your girl? Maybe she wanted me. You're the one who called me here and kissed me, so it looks to me like you want a ride too."
He saw murderous intent cross Rafayel's dual colored eyes. For a moment, he thought he was done for. But then Rafayel's expression relaxed and the corners of his lips turned slightly upwards before he was spun around, face shoved into the wall. He felt Rafayel rub his tail on his legs and ass, and the water turned turvy. He felt lightheaded and hornier than ever before in his life.
"No. I'll give you a ride." Rafayel whispered hotly in his ear.
Summary: Vanille's thoughts after meeting Serah at the beach
Also on AO3
The waves ebbed and flowed gently, kissing the shore as the sky was painted in orange and pink.
The sunset looked the same on the artificial planet as it did on Pulse. There was much beauty in Cocoon, and it was hard to believe this was a planet of barbarians. While she'd never seen it herself, the elders told stories of how the evil god Lindzei would descend from the sky and pillage harvests, ore veins, even entire villages. This constant plunder of resources culminated in the War of Transgression and the fal'Cie Anima choosing both Fang and Vanille to avenge Pulse.
They weren't the first, many more before them were branded and later turned into Cie'th. She remembered Fang's words at Anima.
"Why are you here?! The fal'Cie could easily crush Cocoon if they wanted to, couldn't they? Why don't you just go there yourselves and destroy Lindzei and all the rest of them? Wouldn't it be faster for all the fal'Cie to attack Cocoon together instead of making a bunch of petty l'Cie?"
She should feel angry at the fal'Cie. She should feel angry at those who inhabited Cocoon, profiting off the oppression of her people. She should feel angry at the Oerban people raising orphans just to sacrifice them to the fal'Cie. She should be angry like Fang, ready to fight everyone and anyone as soon as they woke up from their crystal sleep, but Vanille couldn't bring herself to feel the same. She just wanted to go home. Fang's brand was all messed up so maybe her focus was complete. She did exactly what she was set out to do, it was Vanille who ran away, her still very much active brand serving as a grim reminder of her incomplete focus. And now it was not just her, Serah and that little boy were doomed because of her, because she was too much of a coward to face anything.
"If it's too much to deal with, face it later." Serah's words echoed in her heart. "Sometimes things seem easier when you look at them from a distance, you know."
She ran them over and over again in her mind.
Sometimes things seem easier when you look at them from a distance.
Her confusion dissipated when an idea came to her.
They were going to send Anima back to Pulse. If she returned to the fal'Cie's side, if she left Cocoon, she wouldn't cause any more problems. Fang wouldn't like that at all, being left behind on this strange planet of people who were not the savages she grew up hearing about, who looked too much like normal people, like herself and Fang. No, Fang wouldn't like that at all, but she would be fine. Whatever happened to Cocoon with the two l'Cie, she would not be there to witness, but they would pull through just like Pulsians did.
She slowly got up, watching the last moments of the sunset, thinking back to her home, to her memories with Fang. When their first met at a clan gathering celebrating a wedding. Their first common harvest. The first time they went collecting pearls at Whispering Conch and Fang let Vanille decorate her hair. When they first went fishing together, Vanille trying to teach Fang how to use the Dia binding rod and Fang teaching Vanille how to fish with a spear like the Yun. Their first hunt together. Fang standing up for Vanille when she was wrongfully accused by the Yun clan of some misfit done by one of the Dia boys. How they still hung out together even when the clans no longer got together. Their chocobo strolls together. Their sparring sessions. How Fang asked Vanille to marry her so they could hang out more often, half joking half serious. Their first kiss. Fang going down on her for the first time at Whispering Conch. Vanille being chosen as the next to receive a focus from the fal'Cie at the midsummer gathering and Fang volunteering to go with her. Fang's promise to her as they were turned into l'Cie.
"You and me, we'll always be together. We'll never be apart, no matter what happens."
A silent tear rolled down Vanille's cheek as night fell on New Bodhum. Fang would be fine.
Summary: "People die and Yuna dances" so she dances one last time, for Tidus and for her old self
Also on AO3
The cold breeze slid past the foliage of the high trees, blowing a couple of leaves off the branches, making them dance in the air before softly landing on the surface of the lake.
The Macalania Woods were quiet at night except for the crickets, the pyreflies and some owls. When they first set foot there, it was a dangerous place filled with powerful, dangerous fiends, but now Yuna could easily take them all by herself.
She was by herself, standing at the edge of the lake that held her most precious and painful memory. Her first love. Her first kiss. Her first taste of freedom. Her first heartbreak. A year has passed but it still hurt like it was yesterday. She'd dealt with loss before, but never in a way that reshaped her entire being.
She tried to resist it, too afraid of change, too afraid to forget. But without Sin, the world evolved, people mourned the lost and rebuilt themselves, their communities and their cities. Life goes on, flows like water, the dead carried away like specs of sand in the current. For a year, Yuna was stuck in the past, coming to the Macalania Woods to cry her heart out and look for a sphere of Tidus. For a year, she hoped the pyrefly-infused water would create a sphere of his memories, something to eternalize their love, to show proof of his existence. Deep down, she knew a sphere like that could appear anywhere, she would have to travel the world looking for it, and she wasn't ready.
Yuna sighed, stepping into the water. She wasn't sure she was ready to face the world now, but she learned to embrace the grief, to let herself feel the entire spectrum of emotions, even the ones she was taught to repress.
He taught her to feel.
She raised her hands, slowly moving her body in a flowy motion akin to the ebb and flow of the sea. Tidus was gone. The Yuna she once was, was no longer.
Life goes on, ever changing like tides, shaped and reshaped with the currents. She would always carry Tidus in her heart, she would not forget him, but it was time she reshaped herself too, time to let the old Yuna rest and for a new Yuna to be born.
There, in the quiet of the night under the crystal moon, she performed one last sending.
Summary: Neuvillette's usual meetings with Wriothesley make him reflect on the past
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It was not uncommon for the Iudex to visit the Fortress of Meropide.
What came across as uncommon was how long his meetings with the Duke were. How friendly they seemed to be despite their social positions, despite Neuvillette's role in sealing Wriothesley's fate, passing judgement on a child who was forced to murdered his foster parents. His abusive, human trafficker parents.
Was it fair to enjail a child that should've been protected, that should've never gone through such an experience? Was it fair to let a murder go unpunished just because the murderer is also a victim? Was it fair to punish the murder of people responsible for murders?
These questions plagued Neuvilette ever since. There was a lot of nuance with humanity, but the law had to be neutral, strict and flawless. It had to take into account the span of several centuries and how easily particular cases may take advantage of unclear subtext. He respected every decision delivered by the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, but he couldn't help but wonder if sometimes, just sometimes the mechanism could be wrong.
"You look concerned." Wriothesley's words cut through his thoughts.
"Ah, it's nothing. I was just reminiscing."
"Hmm." The Duke gave him a warm, but pensive smile. The Chief Justice wondered if deep down he resented him, if he often thought about how different his life could be. His icy stare searched around, as if waiting for an ambush. Always on edge, never leaving his back open. He sighed, getting the attention of the other man.
"What's wrong?"
It was funny. He was the one who struggled to understand human emotions, yet when it came to Wriothesley, they came to him so easily.
"I have one question for you."
"...okay?"
"Do you hate me?"
"What kind of a question is that? We work together as two parts of the same judicial system, I think of us as friends. Do you not think the same?"
He didn't reply, swimming around. They were in the middle of a coral forest near the Fortress of Meropide and the Fontainian capital. Almost like they were meeting in secret.
"I brought you here so you would leave the Fortress of Meropide for a while, so you could feel the sunlight on your skin and the warmth of the surface seeping into the waters. For all that's worth, I think your sentence was too harsh."
"And here I thought the Iudex wanted some secret alone time with the prison Administrator. You wound my feelings, Neuvillette."
The dragon was glad to have his back turned so the other man could not see the pink blush that spread to his cheeks. But the thrill of Wriothesley's tease didn't last long. The prison was dark and cold, dangerous and ruthless, and he saw the child that should've been protected forced to once again fight for his life, gnaw at his own leg if needed be just to survive.
A shaky current swooshed past them, catching Wriothesley by surprise and it would've dragged him away a few meters had Neuvillette not intervened, catching his hands, grounding the other man with his power.
Wriothesley felt the power and emotions of the Hydro Dragon run through his body for a fleeting moment, a whirlpool of questions and anger, a mighty tsunami of uncertainty, a calm, yet sad still sea. He searched the other man's glowing eyes.
"If I could go back in time... If I defied that one judgement from the Oratrice... If I could give you a better life..."
"What better life? If I didn't kill my parents, they would kill me and countless others. Nothing would've changed for me, but I'm glad I changed things for countless others, even inside the fortress."
His knuckles caressed the unblemished skin of the dragon's cheek.
"I don't blame you, so why are you blaming yourself?"
Neuvillette closed his eyes and soft rain began to pour at the surface of the sea, which became agitated for a moment, and a moment only before he felt rough lips touching his.
Pairing: None (Rain/Fina or Fina selfcest if you want but this fic is not really focused on that)
Summary: Fina dreams of a self she never got a chance to be
Also on AO3
There were many words to describe the devastation she felt inside.
Agony.
Nervousness.
Guilt.
Envy.
Rage.
It was not fair. It really wasn't fair. Why did she have to be born with such great powers? Why did she have to be born at all when all she knew was pain and suffering? She had no choice but to fight, and she was pretty good at it too, even earning the reputation of "Demon of Hess", but was it worth it in the end?
Frustration.
Exasperation.
Abandonment.
Regret.
She had a rough life. Born as a cursed child, one could say the gods sent their hardest trials at her as if she was in some karmic debt. Either that or she was a threat to somebody even before she was born. Abandoned, scorned, famished, exploited, in desperation, she sold herself, her own body to science. She had no better choice, and this provided her with some protection, food, a way to climb up the social ladder. Never did she imagine that she would become one of the most important people of Hess, fighting in the great war against Aldore. Many fell at her hands, and many more would've fallen were it not for the Sworn Eight of Paladia, specifically Veritas of the Dark, who sealed her inside a crystal.
She had her scary encounters with big powerful men before, but she would be lying if she said that she no longer felt scared. And being sealed inside a crystal for gods know how long! Maybe it was for the best, maybe this would force negotiations between Aldore and Hess. If only there was no war in Paladia. If only the war didn't take everything from her, if only war didn't become everything that she was. If only she wasn't born. If only she wasn't born at all. She imagined a different life. A different herself. Younger. Cuter. More innocent and dumb. Youth and freedom incarnated. People would love and protect her from all harm. She would be oblivious to war, to pain, to suffering, her heart pure and kind. She imagined a world where this Fina could walk freely, live freely, smile freely.
In her endless crystal slumber, she met a young boy in her dreams. Blond. Brave. Curious. Kind. This boy held immense power within, power that she recognized as Aldore's. Fate wouldn't have it any other way other than making her babysit an enemy in the form of a child in her eternal punishment. She never dreamed of becoming a mother, but something about this boy ignited feelings in her heart that she deemed long gone.
Happiness.
Optimism.
Peace.
Empathy.
She grew fond of this boy, watching him grow into a handsome young man. Even if it was but a dream, he was too young for her, she was too tormented by war for him, but she imagined that younger Fina, happy and carefree, being in love with this boy. She could draw many similarities between them and she wondered if this boy would love back this girl from her dissociations. She wondered if he would love this Fina just as much as she did, this unrealistic, impossibly perfect version of innocence and purity untainted by the horrors of war and mankind, death and grief.
It must've been a few centuries since she last made use of her powers, and if there was little she could do before, now even less in her weakened state from the time she spent crystallized. Yet she gathered the remains of her strength and prayed. Prayed to the gods, prayed to the elements, prayed to the void of the universe that if she really was fated to suffer for all eternity, that at least she could forget everything and live as the idealized Fina until her body, her memory, her spirit faded to nothing.
Pairing: None (a pairing is implied but remains ambiguous)
Summary: Caspian sets sail searching for what he lost
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Caspian untied the rope of the sail until the gentle breeze swayed the cloth forward.
He tied the rope again and walked to the bow of the Dawn Treader, eyes on the horizon. The sun was setting, there were a few clouds here and there, and the hull gently glided through the waves. It was going to be a peaceful night, thank Aslan.
Legends said that Telmarines were descendants of Earth pirates who sailed the seas and found love and a home on some remote islands in the middle of what they called the Pacific Ocean, and one of said islands had a cave that led to Narnia. Sailing was in their blood, the love for the sea, the fresh, salty breeze on their face, the splashes of water on their tanned skin and the sun on their brown locks as they set sail heading for the endless blue horizon.
Were the inhabitants of those islands humans from Earth, or Narnians who went through the magical cave? Why would they leave Narnia, and why would the humans from Earth leave it? The legends made no mention to these questions, but Caspian couldn't help but be curious about Earth.
He set sail under the pretext of finding the Seven Lost Lords of Narnia, sent away by his uncle Miraz so he could usurp the throne. This was true of course, and he really meant to find them, as well as also hoping to find some clues to the pathway to Aslan's Country at the End of the World, but deep down in his heart what he hoped the most was to find more information about the origins of Telmar, about these pirates crossing worlds, about this mystical cave and about Earth. Night and day he laid down thinking of expressive dark eyes and and soft skin, giggles and caresses and fond looks from that one royal Pevensie sibling who left him behind and heartbroken.
He looked up at the moon and the stars, taking in their beauty, silently praying for Aslan's blessing in this journey. Almost as if heard, a gust of wind blew stronger, creating a sparkling rippling effect on the water, almost as if they sailed the sky itself.
He closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh air, his heart at peace.
He understood that they had other affairs to take care of in this Earth, and he had his own affairs himself trying to create a stronger Narnia, more united and developed. Still, that didn't make the loss any less painful, and so he sailed. Sailed to find the Lords, sailed to find Aslan's country, sailed to find that magical cave and return to loving arms.
Summary: Ashe's coronation is happening soon and she reflects back on her journey
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Dalmasca will rise again.
Of that much she is certain.
The war took everything from her. Her father, her husband, her kingdom, her birthright. It would've taken herself had she not been assisted by her friends.
Balthier, the sky pirate, runaway heir of House Bunansa.
Fran, the Viera who turned her back on the woods for reasons only she knew.
Larsa Ferrinas Solidor, newly-apopointed emperor of Archadia, only a child forced to turn on his own brother to right the Empire's wrongs.
Vaan and Penelo, Rabanastran youth caught in the webs of a war which had already taken too much from them.
Basch fon Ronsenburg, the soldier framed for murdering her late father King Raminas, tortured and left to rot for two years in the dungeons.
The war took everything from them, and in loss they bonded. Be it chance or fate, the truth is that meeting them, having their unyielding support was crucial for the restoration of the kingdom. For her own survival.
She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle warmth of the evening sun tenderly kissing her face.
Dalmascans know the desert like the palm of their lover's hands, they slide through the dunes like her fingers through blond hair, like calloused hands on the waves of her body, they become one with the land like sand and water in Ogir-Yensa Sandsea, like two lovers shifting together in waves under the desert moonlight. The motherland is brutal to the unprepared, the harsh winds fustigating the spirit while the ruthless wild beasts beat the body, but those who prove their worth can quench their thirst in its bountiful oasis.
Her eyes slowly opened again, taking in the city, the people, the horizon.
Those like herself. Ashe. Queen Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca, the rightful ruler of this land. But to her friends, just Ashe. She never had to work hard in her life before the murder of her father, she never had to hide her regal upbringing, she never had to travel by foot through the desert, the plains, the jungle or the mountains. She never had to cross caves full of bats and monsters, never imagined herself disturbing a tomb or fighting forces of nature. She wouldn't have done any of those things without her esteemed friends.
But a question plagues her mind. Is she truly worthy of her destiny? She is the only surviving daughter of the royal family, direct descendant of the Dynast King Raithwall, her heritage is indubitable. She was raised to rule this nation, she never strayed from the righteous path, she never stopped fighting to restore Dalmasca, she refused to be puppeted by other nations or the Occurian, yet so many sacrifices were made just so she could reclaim the throne. Reddas. Gabranth. Vossler. Countless people she never met. Casualities of war, but death is never justified. Would things have been different,would there be less casualities and victims if she was stronger, if she had people whom she could rely on?
Her friends.
Balthier and Fran run untamed, seeking adventure and treasure. Perhaps they could occasionally station in Rabanastre and lend her a hand, but she knows she can't leash them.
She can't ask Vaan or Penelo, much of their youth already wasted to war. No, not yet at least, they should enjoy what she has never been given a chance to.
Larsa is but a child with the weight of an empire on his small shoulders. She would always welcome him and hope to help guide his path, but he has a lot to learn on his own.
Basch... Basch chose to honor his twin brother's dying wish, taking on his identity to accompany Larsa and "further the cause of peace in Ivalice". She wondered if he walked with less burden, less guilt, less shame. No more honorable man was there in Ivalice, and if she was being truthful, his absence weighed heavily on her.
Times were shifting, it was time to mourn the past and the fallen, to carry their legacy forward, it was time to correct the mistakes of yore, to rebuild and start anew. Her trials were just getting started and she had to steel herself, hold her head high, the eyes and hopes of an entire nation entirely on her.
She'd already sent out an invitation for her coronation, and Larsa already confirmed their presence. She knew Vaan and Penelo would be there, and she expected Balthier and Fran to make an appearance too, after all what better place for leads to new treasure than a royal coronation? There was yet time, but she anticipated seeing her friends there, and even though she was not one to indulge in daydreaming, she imagined their familiar voices calling out to her again. Ashe. Not Her Royal Majesty, Queen Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca. No, just Ashe to them.
