Going to put a mature warning on this one, just to be safe, because things got a bit gory.

I got the idea to do Glow!Celes with blacked out eyes for casting Death, but then got lost in the weeds a bit rationalizing *why* she’d be put into a position where she’d feel the need to cast that. The answer I came to was being pressured and desperate, so we’ve got her here, pretty visibly hecked up in Kefka’s Tower, with her Ultima Weapon clearly short and spluttering and just about dead on her and the energy for Death forming in her offhand. Since the FFVI Death is actually just a reaper pulling the soul of the mob up, I had to get a bit creative in interpreting it in a way that would match. (Oh, the sacrifices we must make for our art!)

Crops of her face and spell under the cut, since this canvas was pretty huge.

Some more glow!Celes, this time shortly after the party has returned from the Phoenix Cave and she’s finally getting a chance to deal with a nasty burn on her hand. Locke is, of course, eminently helpful. Obviously meant to be pretty early in their “doing anything direct about their attraction” situation.

A bulk of the flirting text idea came from this post.

Some close-up crops of my favorite faces, in case tumblr smooshes things below the cut:

Come Home to My Side on Ao3

Rated T 8,218 words

Reunions, Second Kiss, Heart-to-Heart, Body Worship, There Was Only One Bed, Romance, Dorks in Love, Rescuing drunken fiancées, Literal Sleeping Together

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Her plea was quiet, but seemed to fill the whole of the room. “Show me?”

“You are drunk,” he reminded her gently. “–and should sleep–we both should,” he added before yawning. He knew they were both tired, but she sounded so small, so lost, and he’d missed her dreadfully. He slid down to kneel at the foot of the bed in front of her. “But I am a terribly weak man for you. I…will show you what I can.”

Almost as if caught in a trance, Bertrand bowed his head down and rested his forehead against Yipha’s knee. His hands wrapped around the back of her leg, one cupping her calf while the other encircled her ankle after sliding the boot there free to drop to the floor. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the silk and was sure she could feel the gust of his breath as he exhaled shakily and just basked in the ability to be here together, to hold her in his hands, real and soft and bold and his. He held her like that, kneeling at her feet like she was a goddess and he her supplicant, until he felt a faint tremble in her leg and thin fingers reached out to brush his hair from his face. “You are beautiful,” he whispered, trailing his hands up just high enough to catch the top of her stocking. He rolled it down methodically, carefully sliding the fine fabric over her heel as he worked, and set it aside before reaching for her other boot.

I was legally required to make a Celes Chere version of this as soon as it blew up everywhere.

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