1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write an one-sentence fic for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Auron (FFX)
2. Paine (FFX-2)
3. Nooj (FFX-2)
4. Yuna (FFX)
5. Baralai (FFX-2)
6. Ashe (FFXII)
7. Balthier (FFXII)
8. Fran (FFXII)
9. Lightning (FFXIII)
10. Fang (FFXIII)
The quality of these varies, but I've already spent waaaaaay too much time on them, given that I have real projects I ought to be working on instead. Of course, I want to turn at least half of them into actual stories now. One of the ficbits is somewhat spoilery for FFXIII, and another for FFXII. No X or X-2 spoilers, I don't think. Rated from G to R for both sex and implied violence.
First time, 4 and 6: (Yuna/Ashe)
"I have never been with a woman," the girl had admitted, but Ashe would likely have guessed the truth without Yuna's confession from her hesitation, her shy expression, the way her kiss was both tentative and eager.
Angst, 7: (Balthier)
He renamed the ship first, then himself, casting off their old identities like a pair of ill-fitting boots, and the weight of 17 years lifted from his shoulders; still, he felt a twist in his gut the first time he used his new call sign at the Balfonheim Aerodrome: the final betrayal of his past, his country, his father come true at last.
AU, 1 and 8: (Auron & Fran, hell yeah)
"I take it you've read this?" Auron asked as he put down the case file and looked across his desk at Fran, raising an eyebrow; his partner looked back at him, then shrugged, her silence telling him everything he needed to know about her opinion of the suspect's alibi, and the flimsiness of the case the captain had built against him.
Threesome, 3, 6, and 9: (Nooj/Ashe/Lightning)
Was it bed or a battle when Ashe called them together, years of control sublimating at the touch of Lightning's firm mouth and Nooj's cold hands, her own fingers twisting into Light's hair hard enough to make them both cry out in passion and pain both? -- Nooj looked up, saw their faces, and wondered if there was even a difference.
Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10: (Baralai/Fang)
It was like sparring with Paine, Baralai thought -- the same fire in her eyes, the same ruthless approach to combat, and like Paine she held nothing back as she came in for the kill, thrusting her lance forward with a fierce shout, except Paine would never have left herself open to that Fire spell; afterwards, as he patched her up, his cool healing hands moving across the burn on her torso, Fang saw his satisfied expression and vowed to hurt him more the next time.
Crack fic, 1: (Auron)
"I have you now!" the woman declared, cupping his face with her hands, her red-lacquered nails not even an inch from his good eye, and Auron told himself it was a fear of being stabbed that held him still as she kissed him, not her high breasts pressed against him, or her warm, soft mouth; she settled herself onto his lap and ran a finger along his chin as she purred: "You won't get away from me like my Noojie-Woojie did."
Horror, 10: (Fang)
It is Fang's nightmare come to life: surrounded by C'eth, the unholy creatures bearing down on her, staring with blank eyes, cold, dead, breath on her face; they press down on her, and all she can do is scream.
Kid Fic, 5 and 9: (Baralai & Lightning)
"Children, come greet our new arrivals"; at these words, Baralai looks up from his lessons to see the girl walking into the Bevelle orphanage, her head held high and mouth set in a defiant line, her sister's small hand tightly gripped in her own.
Dark, 2 and 8: (Paine & Fran)
Paine gripped the Dark Mage dressphere in her hand, the last words of her strange adversary still ringing in her ears: "Draw on that power too deeply, and it will destroy you before it touches your enemies."
Death Fic, 2 and 3: (Paine/Nooj, and I swear I didn't look before I picked the characters)
In all his dreams of death, dreams born from fear and longing both, Nooj had never imagined that Paine would be claimed first; haunted by the image of her body, twisted and broken in the wreck of her ship, he tries to think of a reason not to follow her into the darkness, and fails.
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