Well, I'm back from what was probably too long a hiatus, and I've a new fandom or three to write for. Right now, I'm getting my kicks from Final Fantasy XII, and my OTP? Larsa and Penelo. That is who all of these little fic-bits (if I can even call them that) are going to be about, because I've claimed them on the Fanfic100 LJ comm. So humor me, okay?

These will be in no particular order, really, just as I get inspired and write them. Also, I have not finished the game, but I've looked around enough to get the gist of what happens.

Comments are more than welcome, and I'll accept constructive criticism, thanks. Flames will be used to set marshmallows on fire.

001. Beginnings-All Vaan's Fault

Penelo would never-could never-forget the exact moment that she first met Prince Larsa Ferrinas Solidor. It was all Vaan's fault, in a slightly twisted kind of way, and though she'd been quite upset at him for some time, she really wasn't now. Too many things had happened to make her hold that grudge for so long; besides, she had other things to be upset at him for now.

Anyway, Larsa. And why it was all Vaan's fault that she even met him. Vaan had gotten himself tangled up in that business with the sky pirates, and then those bangaa had kidnapped her and they went...somewhere. She didn't find out until later it was the sky city of Buhjerba, once she was out of those thrice-damned mines. That's where they'd kept her, and then they just...let her go.

So Penelo'd fought her way, tooth and nail as need be, out of those damned mines (and she knew better than to use language like that, but in her head it was perfectly okay) and straight into the arms of Judge Gristle, who'd wanted to lock her up. And thus, the argument had started.

Penelo had been in the middle of arguing with Judge Goon for her life, all 16 years of it, when out of the shadows of the mine had walked a boy-a boy!-who calmly told old Metal-Face to let her go, and that she was now his guest. He'd called her by name, and she was in such shock that she no longer had to deal with the Rust-Bucket that it never occured to her to wonder how he knew it.

In fact, she still didn't know. In a fit of sudden and rampant curiosity, Penelo turned over in bed and poked her husband in the arm, waking him. "Larsa?"

"Mmphm?" he grunted sleepily, blinking open his eyes.

"How did you know my name? When we first met, I mean."

Her husband sighed and settled back down against the pillows of their bed. "Vaan told me, when you were stuck in the mines."

"Oh." Penelo was vaguely disappointed that her husband did not, in fact, have telepathy. At the same time, this was one more thing that she could blame on Vaan, and maybe this one, he would never know, was a rather good thing.

Owari