Final Fantasy VI - Terra/Celes/Locke
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lirillithTitle: Not a Love Triangle
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Characters: Terra/Celes/Locke
Length: 872 words
Rating: PG, pretty much. Threesomes: I'm doin' it wrong?
Notes: For a prompt bysuzume at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fic_promptly
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He hadn't known what to do with himself after they defeated Kefka - return to treasure hunting? He'd always enjoyed digging things up - but fortunately, Celes decided for him. "You should come to Mobliz with me. Terra needs the help."
"That's a novel way of resolving a love triangle," Edgar said, when Locke told him about the plan, and Locke sputtered.
"It's not a love triangle!"
"Oh? What else would you call it? A ménage à trois?"
He didn't know what he'd call it. He'd stumbled through, telling himself his heart belonged to Rachel, that nothing else mattered, but the truth was he had feelings for both women, he'd made promises to both of them, and he didn't know how to disentangle himself. Maybe, he thought, some time in Mobliz would help sort things out.
It did, but in an unexpected way; one day he walked in from splitting firewood to find Terra and Celes kissing in the kitchen of the new house they'd all built. They'd been inseparable since they all settled in, with a kind of giddy energy that he recognized now. He'd thought it had just been relief - that it was over, that they'd all lived - but he remembered the early days of his relationship with Rachel, and it all made more sense. Sure, there was disappointment - and sexual frustration - but he tried to tamp down all of that and just be happy for them. Both women were happier than he'd ever seen them before, and that was all he could really ask for two people he loved. Sure, he felt foolish for misreading the situation so badly, but he hadn't been the only one, as Edgar's needling made clear. It bothered him less than he might have expected, maybe because they were so happy. It was hard to begrudge that.
They kept busy. There was rubble to be cleared, furniture to be built - that was mostly Duane's job - a garden to tend, and massive meals to cook. His social function in the household appeared to be as the target of Terra and Celes's pranks and schemes, which wasn't so bad, really. They were having fun, and usually the stains washed out. He wondered if he should move on, at some point - once the house was fully furnished, the rubble cleared, once everyone was settled in - but he didn't want to leave them all, not even for the promise of ruins unearthed by all the destruction. And he wanted to see how things would turn out. Most of the kids seemed unaware that Mama and Aunt Celes were anything other than friends, and he wondered how they'd change that. He could tell when they told Duane and Katarin, because Duane got really awkward around them both for a while. Had he been that bad when he'd found out? Katarin just got quiet for a few days, and then she was right back to normal, laughing in the kitchen with Terra as they cooked.
As summer turned into fall, they began planning for winter. They'd need to buy supplies - Duane and Katarin and Terra, who should know how much they'd need, concluded as much - and it was finally decided that he, Terra, and Celes would make the trip to Nikeah. He thought that seemed a bit excessive, until he realized they were planning to make the journey overland. Setzer was unavailable - Terra had already checked. "So we'll ride there, and in town we'll buy a wagon and some draft chocobos to get the supplies back home," Terra explained. And then she and Celes <i>grinned</i> at each other, and he started to wonder.
They prepared for the trip; Celes seemed to be packing for both of them, while Terra outlined their route on a map for the kids and pointed out dates on a calendar, assuring them, over and over, that she knew when she'd be back this time. There was still a bit of a scene when they actually made their departure, and Terra looked pretty distressed herself for the first few miles, but when they made camp that night, she and Celes were back to conspiratorial grins. He wondered if it was too early to brace himself, or too late. "Just like old times, huh?" he attempted.
"Not quite," Celes said, and Terra started giggling.
"Is it going to do me any good to ask?"
"Do you think it's time?" Terra asked Celes.
"It probably is. I'd rather not wait until it's dark."
"Okay. Locke, will you come into the tent with me?"
He sighed. It was definitely a plot. But he followed her through the tent flap. To his surprise, Celes followed him. "Okay, how are you two going to carry out this plot of yours if you're both where I can see you?"
"Pretty easily," Celes said, and she started unbuttoning her shirt.
The next morning, as they all sat around with mugs of campfire coffee, watching the sun rise, he asked "We're doing that again later, right?"
"Frequently," Terra agreed.
"Convincing you was the difficult part."
"No, Celes. That was not difficult. You may have thought it was going to be, but believe me."
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Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Characters: Terra/Celes/Locke
Length: 872 words
Rating: PG, pretty much. Threesomes: I'm doin' it wrong?
Notes: For a prompt by
suzume at fic_promptly ****
He hadn't known what to do with himself after they defeated Kefka - return to treasure hunting? He'd always enjoyed digging things up - but fortunately, Celes decided for him. "You should come to Mobliz with me. Terra needs the help."
"That's a novel way of resolving a love triangle," Edgar said, when Locke told him about the plan, and Locke sputtered.
"It's not a love triangle!"
"Oh? What else would you call it? A ménage à trois?"
He didn't know what he'd call it. He'd stumbled through, telling himself his heart belonged to Rachel, that nothing else mattered, but the truth was he had feelings for both women, he'd made promises to both of them, and he didn't know how to disentangle himself. Maybe, he thought, some time in Mobliz would help sort things out.
It did, but in an unexpected way; one day he walked in from splitting firewood to find Terra and Celes kissing in the kitchen of the new house they'd all built. They'd been inseparable since they all settled in, with a kind of giddy energy that he recognized now. He'd thought it had just been relief - that it was over, that they'd all lived - but he remembered the early days of his relationship with Rachel, and it all made more sense. Sure, there was disappointment - and sexual frustration - but he tried to tamp down all of that and just be happy for them. Both women were happier than he'd ever seen them before, and that was all he could really ask for two people he loved. Sure, he felt foolish for misreading the situation so badly, but he hadn't been the only one, as Edgar's needling made clear. It bothered him less than he might have expected, maybe because they were so happy. It was hard to begrudge that.
They kept busy. There was rubble to be cleared, furniture to be built - that was mostly Duane's job - a garden to tend, and massive meals to cook. His social function in the household appeared to be as the target of Terra and Celes's pranks and schemes, which wasn't so bad, really. They were having fun, and usually the stains washed out. He wondered if he should move on, at some point - once the house was fully furnished, the rubble cleared, once everyone was settled in - but he didn't want to leave them all, not even for the promise of ruins unearthed by all the destruction. And he wanted to see how things would turn out. Most of the kids seemed unaware that Mama and Aunt Celes were anything other than friends, and he wondered how they'd change that. He could tell when they told Duane and Katarin, because Duane got really awkward around them both for a while. Had he been that bad when he'd found out? Katarin just got quiet for a few days, and then she was right back to normal, laughing in the kitchen with Terra as they cooked.
As summer turned into fall, they began planning for winter. They'd need to buy supplies - Duane and Katarin and Terra, who should know how much they'd need, concluded as much - and it was finally decided that he, Terra, and Celes would make the trip to Nikeah. He thought that seemed a bit excessive, until he realized they were planning to make the journey overland. Setzer was unavailable - Terra had already checked. "So we'll ride there, and in town we'll buy a wagon and some draft chocobos to get the supplies back home," Terra explained. And then she and Celes <i>grinned</i> at each other, and he started to wonder.
They prepared for the trip; Celes seemed to be packing for both of them, while Terra outlined their route on a map for the kids and pointed out dates on a calendar, assuring them, over and over, that she knew when she'd be back this time. There was still a bit of a scene when they actually made their departure, and Terra looked pretty distressed herself for the first few miles, but when they made camp that night, she and Celes were back to conspiratorial grins. He wondered if it was too early to brace himself, or too late. "Just like old times, huh?" he attempted.
"Not quite," Celes said, and Terra started giggling.
"Is it going to do me any good to ask?"
"Do you think it's time?" Terra asked Celes.
"It probably is. I'd rather not wait until it's dark."
"Okay. Locke, will you come into the tent with me?"
He sighed. It was definitely a plot. But he followed her through the tent flap. To his surprise, Celes followed him. "Okay, how are you two going to carry out this plot of yours if you're both where I can see you?"
"Pretty easily," Celes said, and she started unbuttoning her shirt.
The next morning, as they all sat around with mugs of campfire coffee, watching the sun rise, he asked "We're doing that again later, right?"
"Frequently," Terra agreed.
"Convincing you was the difficult part."
"No, Celes. That was not difficult. You may have thought it was going to be, but believe me."
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