Destruction Preventer: Lunar Salvation
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy II - V
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
1,348
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy IV, nor do I make money with this work. FFIV Copyright Square-Enix.
Destruction Preventer: Lunar Salvation
Summary: Stripped of his command over the Red Wings of Baron, Cecil Harvey sets off to redeem himself. What begins as a trip to kill a beast, ends up as an epic adventure to save the world. Retelling of Final Fantasy IV with a yaoi romance. Kain/Cecil-centric.
Author's Notes: And I'm back with another fic! I know I'm not done with Perfection – and one day I should come back to it – but I've had this one in my mind for a long while. This is a shot at manipulating FFIV DS's storyline, with missing scenes and a good side of yaoi romance. I'm relying on scripts because I can't be arsed going through the whole game again, but I'll do my best to stay accurate to the general dialogue ideas – there is no way I'm copying it 100%, it's fanfiction after all.
Constructive criticism is welcome! As well as general reviews, as usual.
Destruction Preventer: Lunar Salvation
Introduction
Sapphire eyes fluttered open. Within the darkness, he saw a lone, lean figure figure approach his bed. A fresh, clear scent washed over him as the figure leaned over him. Wet strands of blond hair, still dripping, landed on his shoulders and upper chest. The figure moved from his side and climbed in the bed. Its occupant whispered one word – a name – as his legs were slowly spread to accommodate the figure.
“Kain...”
There was no warning, no pain. He let a quiet, low, satisfied moan. He grasped the white sheet under him. The sensation of being filled spread across his entire body, clouding his eyes, and finally settled in his groin. For a short moment, too short for his liking, he was in heaven. He could hear the rustling of the sheets under their entwined bodies, their breaths, his wanton moans of pleasure...
He tossed and turned around, hands roaming his body.
“Kain... mmm...”
He closed his eyes. “Kain..!”
The sapphire eyes opened again.
Realization quickly set in. Bothered by a familiar wetness on his stomach, the man groaned and used to the white sheet to clean himself, then dropped it to the ground. With a sigh, he turned to face the window. The twin moons shone in the distance, effectively distracting him from the recurring erotic dream.
Within a few minutes, Cecil Harvey was asleep.
~
“Hey Cecil...”
The voice was distant. Not as much as in the dream, but distant nonetheless.
“Cecil...”
He heard it again, closer this time, only wanting to shut it and go back to sleep. Delusions were sometimes better than reality.
“... Cecil!”
Cecil's body jolted under the touch – the shake rather. He sat up and ran his hands over his eyes in a futile attempt at rubbing the sleep out of them. Just because he was a soldier and had to get up fucking early did not mean he enjoyed it.
Delusions and dreams were far better than reality.
Still sleepy, Cecil fell back to the mattress. He cast a glance at his best friend, Kain Highwing, who stood at the side of his bed and leaned impatiently on his left leg. “Aren't you cold?”
Cecil curled into fetal position. From his point of view, he spotted the blanket he had used to clean himself, left untouched after it hit the ground. Blushing heavily, he looked away, hoping Kain hadn't noticed the stains... “No, I was fairly hot last night. I'll get the maid to replace the bedding before I leave for Mysidia.”
A grin spread across Kain's lips. “So that's where you're going. Must be quite the important mission if the King sends the Red Wings.”
The silver-haired man, now sitting on his bed, nodded. “Indeed. We have to recover their Crystal and bring it back to Baron. At all costs.”
Now that was an unfamiliar order. Despite its status as a military superpower, the kingdom of Baron was a peaceful country, rarely going to war yet constantly preparing for it. Baron even lent its forces to smaller nations and remote villages, Mysidia being one of them.
But orders were orders, and Cecil's Red Wings was the most suited division for the job. Between being labeled as a traitor to a kingdom which had given him everything, and some 'Crystal' he barely knew of, the choice had been easy.
“We're hoping the Mysidians will understand that Baron needs this crystal, and give it to us. I don't want to resort to killing them. We've always had a good relationship with them... I don't know the King's motives behind it.”
Under Kain's puzzled gaze, Cecil got to his feet. Even though they had known each other since their toddler years, Kain simply could not believe the frail, androgynous man before his eyes was one of the most respected – and feared – top-ranking officers in Baron's long history. So far from the Dark Knight status he had been given a few years ago, but nowhere near an angel for that matter. The man in front of him was killing machine... when needed.
Reluctantly, the Red Wings' Lord Captain picked up a pair of long undergarments and hastily put them on, then proceeded with a light shirt, and finally, began to put his armor on.
“We'll see what they do in a few hours. Wish me luck, my friend.”
Kain nodded; Cecil was obviously uneasy with the idea. “Good luck, Cecil.”
With this, Cecil hurried down the flight of stairs, two steps at a time.
Author's Notes: And I'm back with another fic! I know I'm not done with Perfection – and one day I should come back to it – but I've had this one in my mind for a long while. This is a shot at manipulating FFIV DS's storyline, with missing scenes and a good side of yaoi romance. I'm relying on scripts because I can't be arsed going through the whole game again, but I'll do my best to stay accurate to the general dialogue ideas – there is no way I'm copying it 100%, it's fanfiction after all.
Constructive criticism is welcome! As well as general reviews, as usual.
Destruction Preventer: Lunar Salvation
Introduction
Sapphire eyes fluttered open. Within the darkness, he saw a lone, lean figure figure approach his bed. A fresh, clear scent washed over him as the figure leaned over him. Wet strands of blond hair, still dripping, landed on his shoulders and upper chest. The figure moved from his side and climbed in the bed. Its occupant whispered one word – a name – as his legs were slowly spread to accommodate the figure.
“Kain...”
There was no warning, no pain. He let a quiet, low, satisfied moan. He grasped the white sheet under him. The sensation of being filled spread across his entire body, clouding his eyes, and finally settled in his groin. For a short moment, too short for his liking, he was in heaven. He could hear the rustling of the sheets under their entwined bodies, their breaths, his wanton moans of pleasure...
He tossed and turned around, hands roaming his body.
“Kain... mmm...”
He closed his eyes. “Kain..!”
The sapphire eyes opened again.
Realization quickly set in. Bothered by a familiar wetness on his stomach, the man groaned and used to the white sheet to clean himself, then dropped it to the ground. With a sigh, he turned to face the window. The twin moons shone in the distance, effectively distracting him from the recurring erotic dream.
Within a few minutes, Cecil Harvey was asleep.
~
“Hey Cecil...”
The voice was distant. Not as much as in the dream, but distant nonetheless.
“Cecil...”
He heard it again, closer this time, only wanting to shut it and go back to sleep. Delusions were sometimes better than reality.
“... Cecil!”
Cecil's body jolted under the touch – the shake rather. He sat up and ran his hands over his eyes in a futile attempt at rubbing the sleep out of them. Just because he was a soldier and had to get up fucking early did not mean he enjoyed it.
Delusions and dreams were far better than reality.
Still sleepy, Cecil fell back to the mattress. He cast a glance at his best friend, Kain Highwing, who stood at the side of his bed and leaned impatiently on his left leg. “Aren't you cold?”
Cecil curled into fetal position. From his point of view, he spotted the blanket he had used to clean himself, left untouched after it hit the ground. Blushing heavily, he looked away, hoping Kain hadn't noticed the stains... “No, I was fairly hot last night. I'll get the maid to replace the bedding before I leave for Mysidia.”
A grin spread across Kain's lips. “So that's where you're going. Must be quite the important mission if the King sends the Red Wings.”
The silver-haired man, now sitting on his bed, nodded. “Indeed. We have to recover their Crystal and bring it back to Baron. At all costs.”
Now that was an unfamiliar order. Despite its status as a military superpower, the kingdom of Baron was a peaceful country, rarely going to war yet constantly preparing for it. Baron even lent its forces to smaller nations and remote villages, Mysidia being one of them.
But orders were orders, and Cecil's Red Wings was the most suited division for the job. Between being labeled as a traitor to a kingdom which had given him everything, and some 'Crystal' he barely knew of, the choice had been easy.
“We're hoping the Mysidians will understand that Baron needs this crystal, and give it to us. I don't want to resort to killing them. We've always had a good relationship with them... I don't know the King's motives behind it.”
Under Kain's puzzled gaze, Cecil got to his feet. Even though they had known each other since their toddler years, Kain simply could not believe the frail, androgynous man before his eyes was one of the most respected – and feared – top-ranking officers in Baron's long history. So far from the Dark Knight status he had been given a few years ago, but nowhere near an angel for that matter. The man in front of him was killing machine... when needed.
Reluctantly, the Red Wings' Lord Captain picked up a pair of long undergarments and hastily put them on, then proceeded with a light shirt, and finally, began to put his armor on.
“We'll see what they do in a few hours. Wish me luck, my friend.”
Kain nodded; Cecil was obviously uneasy with the idea. “Good luck, Cecil.”
With this, Cecil hurried down the flight of stairs, two steps at a time.