Prince Rasler was said to have died, the night Nalbina Fortress fell under the Archadian attack, but it was all part of a carefully prepared design. Now months after his supposed death he meets a young street rat named Vaan and it’s from there that their adventure begins.

After a long few moments, half of an orange, and a quick scouring of his memory for relevant Archadian and Rabanastran political and cultural customs, Larsa realized that, should he be very patient and very clever, he could quite possibly have all three of them. Perhaps even at once.

Five small slices of Vaan's life pre-game.

"Humes believe any viera they meet is a female," Fran says, with a tilt of her head that he is coming to recognise as her equivalent of a shrug. "It is my luck that their expectations match my self and my misfortune that they do not often encompass my body." Balthier nods. He is tall, and slim, and he, too, is lucky. Set c. 701 OV.

Recs for Almost every fandom under the sun (baring most RPF) (more fandoms than I have listed.

Mitsuru/Drace. gangster AU. explicit. ~1700 words. “Winner gets to break, correct?” Mitsuru says, stepping back from the table and taking down a cue from the wall. “After you, then.”