Random untitled fic (FF9)
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splinteredstarOkay. Pheoni and I are tossing comment slash at each other. I just wrote one, but It's way, way over the character limit for comments. (I kind of suck at this concise thing.) So I'm putting it here, too. For sake of sanity.
Untitled so far
Fandom: Final Fantasy 9
Pairing: Kuja/Dagger/Zidane
Time: Post Series
Rating: PG? Ish?
Summary: Zidane saved Kuja's life, but they've still got to get to somewhere they can call home. Unedited and not proof read. Slashy.
(start)
Zidane loves the first breath of fresh air he takes in after climbing up from that pit of vines. He's alive, like he didn't expect to be, and Kuja is sitting on the ground behind him. Kuja is slightly shocked, still recovering from injuries and exhaustion and the destruction of his philosophy, but he's alive. Now all that remains it to make it back to civilization, back to her.
"Why did you save me?" Kuja's voice behind him is soft and cultured and just slightly accusing.
Zidane just shrugs. "I couldn't let you die."
He doesn't go into the details, doesn't talk about how he would have never been able to face anyone ever again if he didn't go back down. He knew what was keeping the vines at bay long enough to let the ships escape, and he knows somewhere deep inside that Kuja is just as human as anyone else and that was reason enough.
But they're both alive, so motivations don't matter so much now. Zidane offers Kuja a hand up, but is only amused when it's refused and Kuja stands unsteadily. Even dirty and bruised and bloody, Kuja is still the most arrogant son of a bitch on the planet, but it's less frustrating when he's got mud in his hair and what little remains of his make up is irrepairably smudged. Zidane just shrugs again, and sets out in the direction of the nearest settlement. With luck, they'd reach it in a week, but that would be hard with the injuries.
Behind him, Kuja curses in a long-forgotten language and wills a body past it's experiation date to move.
~
The settlement only gives them temporary rest, because Zidane wants to go, go, keep moving towards Alexandria and Kuja's pale hair and glowing eyes unnerve the villagers. Still, it's long enough to buy potions and new clothes - some that will actually offer protection this time, regardless of how much Kuja complains - and let broken bones and minds to nit together a bit.
But they're not there long, not long enough for Kuja to walk without pain or for Zidane to catch up on nearly enough sleep. They're only there a week before they're on their way again, but Kuja has healed enough for him to keep up and fight off the monsters that think they'd be a tasty treat.
Neither of them know how his body is still moving, how he can still use magic even though he should have stopped moving weeks - months? - ago. It doesn't matter, as long as it keeps up, and Zidane half suspects that Kuja is staying alive through sheer force of will. He's passed through suicide and has come out to bloody-minded determination for life on the other side. Zidane doesn't mind, really. He's not going to let Kuja die, and that's easier with Kuja agreeable to it.
He's vaguely aware that his determination to keep Kuja alive has started to have less to do with human kindness and more to do with the curve of his smile, and he's not sure what do with that. He's never wanted another man before, and his heart belongs to Dagger. Still, silent companionship and quiet conversations around a campfire are making Zidane realize that there may be more in comment between them than he ever realized.
There are things only the two of them will ever understand, Kuja whispers one night, and Zidane knows it's true. That dark hole they both survived and the feeling of having their worlds ripped to pieces in front of their eyes will bind them together for the rest of time, and somehow when Zidane presses Kuja into his blanket and kisses him like he's kissed no one else it feels like the most natural thing he's ever done since he kidnapped his princess.
In the morning, Kuja only laughs at the fresh bruises on them both, and Zidane decides he wouldn't mind listening to that laugh for the rest of his life. Balancing the two will be interesting, because Zidane isn't going to give up Dagger ever, but having his cake and eating it too is one of the basic rules of Zidane's life. Zidane is perfectly all right with being shared if they don't mind sharing.
So they don't stop, and keep moving, and a week later Zidane sees a familar airship on the horizon and nearly falls over laughing from relief. It takes a bit of convincing, but the trope takes Kuja on with him, and they're on their way to the other half of Zidane's heart.
~
Zidane isn't ashamed to admit that the first night he was with Dagger again he cried like a little kid, but the fact that she was crying too, making his collar soggy and her eyes red helped. He's living in the palace, living with her, and while nothing is offiical yet it doesn't need to be. He's got his Dagger, so he's happy, and Kuja slinking around in the shadows out of the public eye only makes everything perfect.
He's glad that Dagger is letting Kuja stay with them, because Kuja is a man without a country now, too weak and hated to live on his own and too proud to beg for asylum. Kuja could have stayed with the trope, because his special effects are amazing, but they only tolerated him for Zidane's sake and Kuja was tired of getting roped into playing Ruby's roles. Zidane and Kuja are stuck with each other, it seems.
Dagger is hesitant around Kuja, and Zidane can't blame her. There's still a lot of bad blood, a lot of painful history, but there's also something else there. Something in stutters and shy looks at Kuja's still beautiflul body that Zidane might have been jealous of, if he had any right to be. As it is, he just shrugs and laughs when Dagger blushes red at Kuja's charm. He can't really complain much.
Zidane isn't surprised and he's not as annoyed as either of them expected he would be when it finally happens, Kuja pressing Dagger up against the wall with a grin and whispering soft offers and questions in her ear. She's not struggling, and all three of them know that if she really minded Kuja would be dead by now. Dressed up in pretty frills and lace, Dagger is still razor sharp and Kuja is all too aware of the old old power that reverberates through her body.
They both freeze when they see Zidane at the end of the hall, Kuja looking almost guilty for the first time Zidane can think of, but he just smiles at them both and pulls them both to her room. He's not angry, he whispers in between lipstick-slick kisses and touches too-soft, he's just glad they don't mind this. After, when Kuja curls his tail around Zidane's waist and tangles his still pale hands in Dagger's hair, and Dagger is nestled somewhere both in between and on top of them both, Zidane smiles like he hasn't in a while and holds them both closer.
Kuja is charm and confidence and soft whispered understanding, and Dagger is strength and wonder and sparkling laughter, and curled up with them both Zidane knows he's found home.
(end)
*wanders off to do homework, because she was putting it off to write this thing*
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Untitled so far
Fandom: Final Fantasy 9
Pairing: Kuja/Dagger/Zidane
Time: Post Series
Rating: PG? Ish?
Summary: Zidane saved Kuja's life, but they've still got to get to somewhere they can call home. Unedited and not proof read. Slashy.
(start)
Zidane loves the first breath of fresh air he takes in after climbing up from that pit of vines. He's alive, like he didn't expect to be, and Kuja is sitting on the ground behind him. Kuja is slightly shocked, still recovering from injuries and exhaustion and the destruction of his philosophy, but he's alive. Now all that remains it to make it back to civilization, back to her.
"Why did you save me?" Kuja's voice behind him is soft and cultured and just slightly accusing.
Zidane just shrugs. "I couldn't let you die."
He doesn't go into the details, doesn't talk about how he would have never been able to face anyone ever again if he didn't go back down. He knew what was keeping the vines at bay long enough to let the ships escape, and he knows somewhere deep inside that Kuja is just as human as anyone else and that was reason enough.
But they're both alive, so motivations don't matter so much now. Zidane offers Kuja a hand up, but is only amused when it's refused and Kuja stands unsteadily. Even dirty and bruised and bloody, Kuja is still the most arrogant son of a bitch on the planet, but it's less frustrating when he's got mud in his hair and what little remains of his make up is irrepairably smudged. Zidane just shrugs again, and sets out in the direction of the nearest settlement. With luck, they'd reach it in a week, but that would be hard with the injuries.
Behind him, Kuja curses in a long-forgotten language and wills a body past it's experiation date to move.
~
The settlement only gives them temporary rest, because Zidane wants to go, go, keep moving towards Alexandria and Kuja's pale hair and glowing eyes unnerve the villagers. Still, it's long enough to buy potions and new clothes - some that will actually offer protection this time, regardless of how much Kuja complains - and let broken bones and minds to nit together a bit.
But they're not there long, not long enough for Kuja to walk without pain or for Zidane to catch up on nearly enough sleep. They're only there a week before they're on their way again, but Kuja has healed enough for him to keep up and fight off the monsters that think they'd be a tasty treat.
Neither of them know how his body is still moving, how he can still use magic even though he should have stopped moving weeks - months? - ago. It doesn't matter, as long as it keeps up, and Zidane half suspects that Kuja is staying alive through sheer force of will. He's passed through suicide and has come out to bloody-minded determination for life on the other side. Zidane doesn't mind, really. He's not going to let Kuja die, and that's easier with Kuja agreeable to it.
He's vaguely aware that his determination to keep Kuja alive has started to have less to do with human kindness and more to do with the curve of his smile, and he's not sure what do with that. He's never wanted another man before, and his heart belongs to Dagger. Still, silent companionship and quiet conversations around a campfire are making Zidane realize that there may be more in comment between them than he ever realized.
There are things only the two of them will ever understand, Kuja whispers one night, and Zidane knows it's true. That dark hole they both survived and the feeling of having their worlds ripped to pieces in front of their eyes will bind them together for the rest of time, and somehow when Zidane presses Kuja into his blanket and kisses him like he's kissed no one else it feels like the most natural thing he's ever done since he kidnapped his princess.
In the morning, Kuja only laughs at the fresh bruises on them both, and Zidane decides he wouldn't mind listening to that laugh for the rest of his life. Balancing the two will be interesting, because Zidane isn't going to give up Dagger ever, but having his cake and eating it too is one of the basic rules of Zidane's life. Zidane is perfectly all right with being shared if they don't mind sharing.
So they don't stop, and keep moving, and a week later Zidane sees a familar airship on the horizon and nearly falls over laughing from relief. It takes a bit of convincing, but the trope takes Kuja on with him, and they're on their way to the other half of Zidane's heart.
~
Zidane isn't ashamed to admit that the first night he was with Dagger again he cried like a little kid, but the fact that she was crying too, making his collar soggy and her eyes red helped. He's living in the palace, living with her, and while nothing is offiical yet it doesn't need to be. He's got his Dagger, so he's happy, and Kuja slinking around in the shadows out of the public eye only makes everything perfect.
He's glad that Dagger is letting Kuja stay with them, because Kuja is a man without a country now, too weak and hated to live on his own and too proud to beg for asylum. Kuja could have stayed with the trope, because his special effects are amazing, but they only tolerated him for Zidane's sake and Kuja was tired of getting roped into playing Ruby's roles. Zidane and Kuja are stuck with each other, it seems.
Dagger is hesitant around Kuja, and Zidane can't blame her. There's still a lot of bad blood, a lot of painful history, but there's also something else there. Something in stutters and shy looks at Kuja's still beautiflul body that Zidane might have been jealous of, if he had any right to be. As it is, he just shrugs and laughs when Dagger blushes red at Kuja's charm. He can't really complain much.
Zidane isn't surprised and he's not as annoyed as either of them expected he would be when it finally happens, Kuja pressing Dagger up against the wall with a grin and whispering soft offers and questions in her ear. She's not struggling, and all three of them know that if she really minded Kuja would be dead by now. Dressed up in pretty frills and lace, Dagger is still razor sharp and Kuja is all too aware of the old old power that reverberates through her body.
They both freeze when they see Zidane at the end of the hall, Kuja looking almost guilty for the first time Zidane can think of, but he just smiles at them both and pulls them both to her room. He's not angry, he whispers in between lipstick-slick kisses and touches too-soft, he's just glad they don't mind this. After, when Kuja curls his tail around Zidane's waist and tangles his still pale hands in Dagger's hair, and Dagger is nestled somewhere both in between and on top of them both, Zidane smiles like he hasn't in a while and holds them both closer.
Kuja is charm and confidence and soft whispered understanding, and Dagger is strength and wonder and sparkling laughter, and curled up with them both Zidane knows he's found home.
(end)
*wanders off to do homework, because she was putting it off to write this thing*
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