Playlist Of Love

47 first songs on the itunes playlist turned into 47 oneshots under 1000 words. Difficult? I think not... Current: His life isn't very routine with a Viera in it. Fran/Balthier

A/N: It could end up being more than 47... I don't know though :D Wish me luck! Some songs are really stupid. IF YOU don't like the couple I'm currently on, bear with me - there are a lot of repeating couples.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Final Fantasy 12, but unfortunately I don't and am in no way making any profit from this story.

1: Upside Down

Artist: A-Teens

Couple: Fran/Balthier

Rating: K+

Summary: His life wasn't very routine with a Viera in it.

Word Count: 687

He watched, groggily and irritated, as his kitchen was being rearranged. He couldn't believe he was allowing this to happen, as it made his blood bubble just thinking about it. His brain ached from the lack of sleep, due to the lack - whatever was that smell?

His eyes widen as a plate of food was placed on the table, a graceful smile, rare but there nevertheless, dancing upon her lips. In all honesty, he wasn't used to this at all.

The few days after he had found this wondrous creature to become his partner, a lot of things had started to change. It was amazing he was still alive to witness it all. Never before had his airship felt so foreign to him, but then seeing the Viera - a Viera out of all things - rearrange it was definitely worth it enough.

He knew she could sense him either thinking inappropriate things, mumbling inappropriate things, gesturing inappropriate things, or allowing his eyes to venture to inappropriate places with the way her ears flattened against her snow white hair, the tendrils of it falling down her back.

Balthier smiled at the thought of Fran, his new partner. Sure, it would be interesting. After all, he didn't see his ship looking any neater before she and he had met, and he normally didn't have a delicious breakfast spelled out in front of him. Grinning at the Viera, who only raised an eyebrow and ate her honey spread across a piece of bread, he plopped into the chair, the aroma of sweet smells filling his nostrils.

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"You're moving things again, my dear?" He questioned her, raising an eyebrow, watching her hips sway side to side as she walked from one end to another.

He leaned against the door frame, very accustomed to getting up in the morning, such a long while after the beginning of his normal routine, so that he could get breakfast. Though today there was nothing going on. He blinked, almost expecting her to pull food magically out of nowhere.

Shaking his head, he walked over to her, snatching her arm in the process and spinning her to face him. He looked accusingly, as though he knew Fran changed his schedule so much because he hated it. Things were always topsy turvy, upside down, around the ship. The only constant thing were the people, and what their goal was. Fran and Balthier - and to steal.

He sighed, and let go of her arm, slowly turning back around. Fine, he wouldn't let her get to him... He turned on his heel and left the room.

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Still two years after they met, Fran never ceased to amaze him. Watching as she amazingly shoved the bed violently to the other side of the wall, and dropped a box of recently stolen pearls on the floor with a loud thump. His honey brown eyes trailed to her crimson ones, catching them for just a moment before he backed away.

It was really no use in irritating her about how it was his room... Then again, maybe he should agitate her - surely she only did this on purpose...

Throwing his hands up, he left the room, his mind already wondering to something else. He refused to let her bother him.

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"What do you suppose we do, M'lady?" He questioned, his eyes scanning over the impossible route map.

"It is simple..." She nodded, her hand pointing somewhere random on the map.

"But -" He was just about to inform her that her finger wasn't even near a red mark where they could go, but up in the buildings somewhere. Buildings definitely weren't safe so he was going to state this matter-of-factly.

But when he looked up, his lips caught hers. They were pure and soft as silk, as she cupped his cheek gently, and closed her eyes, her long lashes brushing against her mocha cheeks. His own eyes were wide with confusing and utter bewilderment, but as soon as it came, she pulled back and went back to explaining the map.

Surely his life didn't have any routine... He really wasn't expecting that.

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A/N: I hope you liked the first one :D I know I kind of did, though it just seemed like Fran would be really weird about moving Balthier's stuff around. Lol, they are so weird :P BUT MY FAVORITE COUPLE if you couldn't tell already :D

Hope you all enjoyed - I apologized it was kind of a crappy first - I am super tired. Might revise - we shall see O.o

-zesty-