Anja, a 15 year old from our world, is spirited away to the land of Ivalice. Frightened and confused, she is given a choice: become priestess of Ivalice or go back to her world where a war is raging on. LOTS MORE DETAILS INSIDE! PLEASE CLICK TO FIND OUT MORE.

Anastacia has turned her back on the life she once knew, becoming instead a cutpurse for a duo of cunning pirates. After a fateful brush with the sister Ondore announced dead, however, she finds herself ultimately unraveling the past she swore to forget. Basch/OC. THIS IS AN OLD VERSION. Revised version can be found on the FFN account bleeping-bleep.

What happens when a young girl close to Prince Rasler is forced to handle and accept his untimely death? "Hide-and-seek is his favorite game." One-shot, comes before The Games We Play. THIS IS AN OLD VERSION. Revised version can be found on the FFN account bleeping-bleep.

Vayne schemes, and the union between Dalmasca and Nabradia leaves one heir: Rasler's younger sister, Anastacia. In another life, she chose freedom. Here she chooses duty - to marry into the family that slaughtered her own. Vayne quickly finds himself with a wife and deeper affections than his ploys ever bargained for. Sequel to Hide and Seek; AU to The Games We Play. Vayne/OC.

Anastacia has turned her back on the life she once knew, choosing to complete a pretty trio with a pair of cunning sky pirates. After a fateful brush with the sister Ondore announced dead, however, she finds herself ultimately unraveling the past she swore to forget. Sequel to Hide and Seek (oneshot), and AU to The Necessity of Peace. Basch/OC.

The eyes of the gods turn toward a young woman forced to come to terms with Prince Rasler's untimely death. One-shot preceding The Games We Play and its AU, The Necessity of Peace.

He never questioned his oath, until she crossed his path once again. She gave up adventuring, but agreed to help. Now the fates had something set in store for them both, but would he forsake his honor to go after the one thing he wanted most? A/U

After being injured at the Stillshrine of Miriam, Vaan is reluctantly left behind to heal. Separated from the others, Vaan is swept into a tense journey back north with allies Vaan isn't sure he can bear to be around. (eventual slash, Vaan/Gabranth)

Once upon a time, there was the story of a wave, a very beautiful and immortal water goddess like all gods. Except according to divine law ...

AU- Of the princess who had once been very little remained, nothing but the shadow and dust. Ondine B'nargin Dalmasca no longer existed. She was just an old crumpled and dirty dress, reduced to shreds, thrown into an old trunk.

They both have their roles to play in the world. It might keep them apart, but it will never make them forget one another. And when they are together, even the silence is comforting. Post-canon, pre-relationship

She abandoned her home and so did he. Sometimes that's enough reason to rob a vault together. Pre-canon

Vaan found more than magicite in the Royal Palace of Rabanastre. He finds a helpful ghost. The mysterious ghost is either unable to leave the magicite, or unwilling to leave the thief. Vaan-centric, eventual slash.

My dear Basch and you my beloved Gabranth, help me not to be afraid to have the courage to continue on my path. To wield the sword and turn it to those who need it ... guide my hand until you forget. I have loved you both differently and for a thousand years. And I will love you for a thousand more years until it is the end of time

A witty sky pirate with opaque walls, Shae finds herself swept away in the flow of Princess Ashe's Resistance when she steals from Rabanastre's palace treasury the same night as a simple thief and a pair of adept pirates. She tags along for the ride in hopes of getting long-awaited revenge on Vayne Carudas Solidor, and at the end of the day, all Balthier wants is some answers.

Prequel FF12. Cette fanfic retrace l'enfance et l'adolescence d'Ashe. N'hésitez pas à lire le début dans les liens ci dessous! Les commentaires sont les bienvenus! ;)

I cry because my love can not be matched You! my knight You to replace your dear and me... To rule a kingdom alone. I must remain silent, to keep the promise we have made Of my love I have never spoken of it with anyone This my blessing and a conviction.

We all know the story of the Dynast King, but what if there was a Dynast Emperor who came before, who ruled not just a portion of Ivalice but the entire world of Ivalice. [Rated M for Strong Language, Violence, blood, Lemons] Multi Pairings, Harem. Genres are: Adventure, Romance, Humor, Suspense, Friendship/Family, Hurt/Comfort, and maybe Tragedy.

Everyone said that in time everything would pass, that the delusions and tears would take on another meaning, but not for the Fon Ronsemburg twins.

Before I knew it, I shoved Basch to the side as I took the slap meant for him, making my head turn to the right with my eyes closed. The hood that was covering my identity had fallen as gasps was heard to those who knew of my face. I turned to face the fellow Princess who was in state of shock as I then smirked, "You still slap like a girl." Rated "M" due to adult content. SI/OC

In this retelling of Roman Holiday, Ashe sneaks away from her keepers while staying at the Dalmascan Embassy in Archades and meets Ivalice's most charming sky pirate. AU. Chapter 6: Ashe gets a makeover, and Balthier gets jealous. Yes, I have swanned back from the void after eight years! If any of my loyal readers are still around, thanks for being so patient!

Life, Ashe was told, was a series of meetings, of hellos and goodbyes.

Drace was on the ground, exactly where the other judges had stayed. Gabranth watched over what was left of her. Nothing left of her was a shell made of flesh and blood. It was all that remained of Judge Drace. Placed on the ground, next to Gabranth's feet, was the sword with which the judge had taken the life of his companion.

The title says it all for this story. Fran from Final Fantasy XII enjoys a cigarette on an inflatable chair, combining two relatively innocent fetishes into one. Not sure how well this will be received, but looking forward to any comments and feedback. Otherwise, enjoy.

In this story, the Viera Fran decides to have some fun with a horse shaped mylar balloon. This is another story where I'm pretty sure no other one like it exists, so I'm genuinely interested to hear what people think about this piece, so let me know! I also need to think of better titles. I am open for commissions, so if anyone is interested, I'd love to hear from you.