[Complete] Is this it?
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII
Pairing: Lightning/Serah, Farroncest
Theme set: Epsilon
Title: Is this it?
Rating: M for safety
Warning[s]: SISTERLY INCEST, possible ending spoilers
Notes: Apologies in advance for wonky sentence structures. I tried my best to beta myself. For 1sentence
#01 - Motion
“Thirty-six, thirty-seven,” Lightning huffed as she continued her crunches on the incline; it was at that time Serah glimpsed a peek of those straining abs, thinking how it would feel like if she had a touch of them.
#02 - Cool
The waves were a touch of cold on her toes as they wiggled in the hot sand, and a pink blur was grabbing on her arm towards the ocean; “C’mon Serah, don’t just stand there,” she yelled.
#03 - Young
Lightning always disapproved of Serah’s taste in fashion, but the plaid skirt was working wonders for her-just enough to cover the essentials-and she would think, 'Right, she’s legal now’.
#04 - Last
“Did you take the last fry?” Serah exclaimed, snatching the wedge from Lightning’s fingers and unceremoniously popped the rest into her mouth; Lightning was too busy thinking of the piece of potato her lips touched and that now it was in her sister’s mouth.
#05 - Wrong
“No!” Serah yelled as she slapped Lightning’s arm while she was reaching for the purple jar for the fifth time today; Serah had just bought double fudge chocolate chip cookies.
#06 - Gentle
Serah found her sister on the couch sleeping as she got ready for school, cradling her arms around a fluffy throw pillow, her cape covering the both of them.
#07 - One
Lightning Farron is one determined soldier, sister, woman, person, because she only has one motivation.
#08 - Thousand
“Like it gives a damn what we say!” The leader shouted, striking the metal barrier with her blade; a thousand strikes if necessary to save one.
#09 - King
The vibrant red on her cape, a splash of color in contrast to her mostly neutral colored clothing, gave off a regal aura about her; all she needed was a tiara, Serah mused about in her head.
#10 - Learn
Her sister just shot her the most authoritative glare, icy eyes piercing into her head; guess she wasn’t going to know how to handle a gunblade properly anytime soon.
#11 - Blur
She spotted a short pink blur aiming at her flank; “Gotcha!” It cried, as “it” transformed into a tickling machine.
#12 - Wait
“Do you want to dorm?” she asked; “No I can stay here a little longer,” she answered.
#13 - Change
Serah bit her lip as she waited for Lightning; something happened over the years, and she didn’t know what-really, something was different about her-the worst part was that it was still happening and there was nothing she can do about it.
#14 - Command
“Say it, say you want me badly,” she demanded, and it was so fucking hot when the nice one took charge.
#15 - Hold
She was doing it again, staying up late to greet her but had fallen asleep on the couch; one trip up the stairs was nothing for the soldier.
#16 - Need
“Claire, I know this is going straight to voice mail, but I really need you to come here now,” a shaky voice quickly jumbled through the words.
#17 - Vision
She had the clear image of herself slicing through another Seeker, its corpse fading as wisps of white hot energy rose up; with blurring vision, she caught sight of a slight frame with hair just like hers at the edge of the rusty bridge.
#18 - Attention
She felt absolutely miserable; her ploy with Snow backfired and she had been alone in the house for three days now, there was no sign she came back once in that time.
#19 - Soul
One day at breakfast, Serah Farron finally noticed the razor sharp gleam emanating from the irises of her sister’s eyes, always on guard.
#20 - Picture
After they moved into their current dwelling, there were many pictures of Serah around the house -sometimes of both the sisters-but one remained hidden in the bottom left drawer of Lightning’s desk, a picture of four people within the frame.
#21 - Fool
She was so fucking stubborn, and because of that, she now had to leave a crystallized lump formerly known as her sister in this barren wasteland of a lake.
#22 - Mad
Of course, she was stewing at how her sister behaved; if she wanted some distance, she didn’t have to go to extremes and flirt with that big idiot all night long.
#23 - Child
“Claire, you’re acting like a-, “but was interrupted by a raspberry to her bellybutton; “Acting like a what?” she smirked.
#24 - Now
Leaning over to kiss her cheek, Lightning turns abruptly to plant one across her lips; “When do you want it?” She asks.
#25 - Shadow
Every year, Lightning let herself be swallowed in the shadows of her grave; she wasn’t good enough to be like Mom, and Serah desperately needed Mom, not her.
#26 - Goodbye
Her scathing remarks on her twenty-first birthday weren’t the last words she said to her, but it was the thought behind them that hurt the most.
#27 - Hide
Pretending she was hiding something from Claire was the best advance; a frisking usually lead into something more…
#28 - Fortune
All those phony psychics claimed she would be known to all of Cocoon back when she was a child; only one gave her a warning that she would lose her fortune because she didn’t believe.
#29 - Safe
Finally, she can hug her sister-a breathing, alive, and crying sister-after many lonely nights of “what if?”
#30 - Ghost
In dreams she saw a glimmer of what was all too suddenly go away because of what she wasn't.
#31 - Book
She had a light spring to her step; meeting the travel agent had been the best idea after months -maybe years-of not cashing in her sick days.
#32 - Eye
A thin eyebrow arched up as her arms crossed over her chest; some things never change with Serah and stuffed animals.
#33 - Never
Just once, just once, Serah thought, would she love to have Claire dressed in more feminine civilian clothes; those ratty jeans of hers looked ripped to shreds.
#34 - Sing
“Claire I’m coming in!” Serah loudly said over the hiss of the shower; she was sure the warbling beyond the curtain stopped at the same time.
#35 - Sudden
She was on something soft, vision red because of the fabric; when she tried to free herself, she was pulled down by the form fitting contours, legs flailing about and by her sister’s hand on her arm; “Wait, two people can fit onto this monster of a chair?!”
#36 - Stop
No, they were going too fast -it was her sister dammit-but one sly nip on her breasts dispelled those thoughts, and to let her enjoy the moment.
#37 - Time
She hated keeping time; Lightning was always going to be late, and when she was here, she’d disappear soon after.
#38 - Wash
Sometimes, Serah didn’t know where Claire ended and Lightning began, especially while doing laundry-lacy, skimpy panties, sheer camisoles, and plain underwire bras-all her choices of lingerie.
#39 - Torn
“Stop it,” the soldier chided herself, wiping her eyes with her sleeve; after hearing the news report, she had to make sure she was onto that train, no matter what.
#40 - History
Alone in her thoughts, thinking of home comforts; but there is no use dwelling on such things now, when she has naught but snow and that shimmering crystal for cold, cold comfort.
#41 - Power
As she pinned her beneath with her strength, Serah’s breaths came out in pants, merely from wanting to touch what she offered.
#42 - Bother
“Don’t bother with me; you’re marrying him, for fuck’s sake!”
#43 - God
And Lightning turned away, cursing all the deities that existed, why she had to be related to her; she never meant a word of it.
#44 - Wall
“More,” she gasped, bare back on the hard surface, legs propped up around a lithe waist; she felt her hands pinned by one gloved hand above her head as she bucked into the other.
#45 - Naked
The first time Claire saw her sister naked, she made a noise of disgust...because she was watching Mom change her diapers.
#46 - Drive
She pushed herself as punishment, because she knew that once she stopped, there were no more chances left.
#47 - Harm
“Jeez Claire, Mom is gonna kill you when she gets home,”-a particularly hard jab of rubbing alcohol-laced cotton ball against skin- she continued with, “Really, ‘what’s the harm’, you say?”
#48 - Precious
“My precious,” the little girl rasped, creeping up to the taller girl on the couch; “Hey, quit that, will you?” Claire yelled out as her hair was yanked.
#49 - Hunger
There was a void that festered in the pit of her stomach; for many years it feasted on the physical pain of instinctual combat, and now-of course it had to be now that she realized-it was yearning for a real relationship, with-- she was ashamed to admit-- her.
#50 - Believe
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe in you,” I whispered into her ear as we hugged for the first time in - hopefully-a very long time.
Pairing: Lightning/Serah, Farroncest
Theme set: Epsilon
Title: Is this it?
Rating: M for safety
Warning[s]: SISTERLY INCEST, possible ending spoilers
Notes: Apologies in advance for wonky sentence structures. I tried my best to beta myself. For 1sentence
#01 - Motion
“Thirty-six, thirty-seven,” Lightning huffed as she continued her crunches on the incline; it was at that time Serah glimpsed a peek of those straining abs, thinking how it would feel like if she had a touch of them.
#02 - Cool
The waves were a touch of cold on her toes as they wiggled in the hot sand, and a pink blur was grabbing on her arm towards the ocean; “C’mon Serah, don’t just stand there,” she yelled.
#03 - Young
Lightning always disapproved of Serah’s taste in fashion, but the plaid skirt was working wonders for her-just enough to cover the essentials-and she would think, 'Right, she’s legal now’.
#04 - Last
“Did you take the last fry?” Serah exclaimed, snatching the wedge from Lightning’s fingers and unceremoniously popped the rest into her mouth; Lightning was too busy thinking of the piece of potato her lips touched and that now it was in her sister’s mouth.
#05 - Wrong
“No!” Serah yelled as she slapped Lightning’s arm while she was reaching for the purple jar for the fifth time today; Serah had just bought double fudge chocolate chip cookies.
#06 - Gentle
Serah found her sister on the couch sleeping as she got ready for school, cradling her arms around a fluffy throw pillow, her cape covering the both of them.
#07 - One
Lightning Farron is one determined soldier, sister, woman, person, because she only has one motivation.
#08 - Thousand
“Like it gives a damn what we say!” The leader shouted, striking the metal barrier with her blade; a thousand strikes if necessary to save one.
#09 - King
The vibrant red on her cape, a splash of color in contrast to her mostly neutral colored clothing, gave off a regal aura about her; all she needed was a tiara, Serah mused about in her head.
#10 - Learn
Her sister just shot her the most authoritative glare, icy eyes piercing into her head; guess she wasn’t going to know how to handle a gunblade properly anytime soon.
#11 - Blur
She spotted a short pink blur aiming at her flank; “Gotcha!” It cried, as “it” transformed into a tickling machine.
#12 - Wait
“Do you want to dorm?” she asked; “No I can stay here a little longer,” she answered.
#13 - Change
Serah bit her lip as she waited for Lightning; something happened over the years, and she didn’t know what-really, something was different about her-the worst part was that it was still happening and there was nothing she can do about it.
#14 - Command
“Say it, say you want me badly,” she demanded, and it was so fucking hot when the nice one took charge.
#15 - Hold
She was doing it again, staying up late to greet her but had fallen asleep on the couch; one trip up the stairs was nothing for the soldier.
#16 - Need
“Claire, I know this is going straight to voice mail, but I really need you to come here now,” a shaky voice quickly jumbled through the words.
#17 - Vision
She had the clear image of herself slicing through another Seeker, its corpse fading as wisps of white hot energy rose up; with blurring vision, she caught sight of a slight frame with hair just like hers at the edge of the rusty bridge.
#18 - Attention
She felt absolutely miserable; her ploy with Snow backfired and she had been alone in the house for three days now, there was no sign she came back once in that time.
#19 - Soul
One day at breakfast, Serah Farron finally noticed the razor sharp gleam emanating from the irises of her sister’s eyes, always on guard.
#20 - Picture
After they moved into their current dwelling, there were many pictures of Serah around the house -sometimes of both the sisters-but one remained hidden in the bottom left drawer of Lightning’s desk, a picture of four people within the frame.
#21 - Fool
She was so fucking stubborn, and because of that, she now had to leave a crystallized lump formerly known as her sister in this barren wasteland of a lake.
#22 - Mad
Of course, she was stewing at how her sister behaved; if she wanted some distance, she didn’t have to go to extremes and flirt with that big idiot all night long.
#23 - Child
“Claire, you’re acting like a-, “but was interrupted by a raspberry to her bellybutton; “Acting like a what?” she smirked.
#24 - Now
Leaning over to kiss her cheek, Lightning turns abruptly to plant one across her lips; “When do you want it?” She asks.
#25 - Shadow
Every year, Lightning let herself be swallowed in the shadows of her grave; she wasn’t good enough to be like Mom, and Serah desperately needed Mom, not her.
#26 - Goodbye
Her scathing remarks on her twenty-first birthday weren’t the last words she said to her, but it was the thought behind them that hurt the most.
#27 - Hide
Pretending she was hiding something from Claire was the best advance; a frisking usually lead into something more…
#28 - Fortune
All those phony psychics claimed she would be known to all of Cocoon back when she was a child; only one gave her a warning that she would lose her fortune because she didn’t believe.
#29 - Safe
Finally, she can hug her sister-a breathing, alive, and crying sister-after many lonely nights of “what if?”
#30 - Ghost
In dreams she saw a glimmer of what was all too suddenly go away because of what she wasn't.
#31 - Book
She had a light spring to her step; meeting the travel agent had been the best idea after months -maybe years-of not cashing in her sick days.
#32 - Eye
A thin eyebrow arched up as her arms crossed over her chest; some things never change with Serah and stuffed animals.
#33 - Never
Just once, just once, Serah thought, would she love to have Claire dressed in more feminine civilian clothes; those ratty jeans of hers looked ripped to shreds.
#34 - Sing
“Claire I’m coming in!” Serah loudly said over the hiss of the shower; she was sure the warbling beyond the curtain stopped at the same time.
#35 - Sudden
She was on something soft, vision red because of the fabric; when she tried to free herself, she was pulled down by the form fitting contours, legs flailing about and by her sister’s hand on her arm; “Wait, two people can fit onto this monster of a chair?!”
#36 - Stop
No, they were going too fast -it was her sister dammit-but one sly nip on her breasts dispelled those thoughts, and to let her enjoy the moment.
#37 - Time
She hated keeping time; Lightning was always going to be late, and when she was here, she’d disappear soon after.
#38 - Wash
Sometimes, Serah didn’t know where Claire ended and Lightning began, especially while doing laundry-lacy, skimpy panties, sheer camisoles, and plain underwire bras-all her choices of lingerie.
#39 - Torn
“Stop it,” the soldier chided herself, wiping her eyes with her sleeve; after hearing the news report, she had to make sure she was onto that train, no matter what.
#40 - History
Alone in her thoughts, thinking of home comforts; but there is no use dwelling on such things now, when she has naught but snow and that shimmering crystal for cold, cold comfort.
#41 - Power
As she pinned her beneath with her strength, Serah’s breaths came out in pants, merely from wanting to touch what she offered.
#42 - Bother
“Don’t bother with me; you’re marrying him, for fuck’s sake!”
#43 - God
And Lightning turned away, cursing all the deities that existed, why she had to be related to her; she never meant a word of it.
#44 - Wall
“More,” she gasped, bare back on the hard surface, legs propped up around a lithe waist; she felt her hands pinned by one gloved hand above her head as she bucked into the other.
#45 - Naked
The first time Claire saw her sister naked, she made a noise of disgust...because she was watching Mom change her diapers.
#46 - Drive
She pushed herself as punishment, because she knew that once she stopped, there were no more chances left.
#47 - Harm
“Jeez Claire, Mom is gonna kill you when she gets home,”-a particularly hard jab of rubbing alcohol-laced cotton ball against skin- she continued with, “Really, ‘what’s the harm’, you say?”
#48 - Precious
“My precious,” the little girl rasped, creeping up to the taller girl on the couch; “Hey, quit that, will you?” Claire yelled out as her hair was yanked.
#49 - Hunger
There was a void that festered in the pit of her stomach; for many years it feasted on the physical pain of instinctual combat, and now-of course it had to be now that she realized-it was yearning for a real relationship, with-- she was ashamed to admit-- her.
#50 - Believe
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe in you,” I whispered into her ear as we hugged for the first time in - hopefully-a very long time.