[Complete] Livin' on a Prayer
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII
Characters/Pairings: Lightning/Serah, hints of Farroncest
Warnings: Blood? Nothing that explicit.
Rating: T
Notes:I just whipped this up in a fit of inspiration. 8|
Written for the ffxiii_kink prompt, calling for a near-death situation and Serah taking care of her sister.
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Oh shit, Serah was going to beat her when she finally can get over to the house they shared. In a word, she was fucked. Blood was spattered all over her uniform and starting to dry and crust in some places while others kept bleeding, despite her earlier attempts to stymie the flow of trickling blood over her wounds.
Her hand grasped at the frame of the door as she fumbled for the keys. In turn, she bled a little more from the lack of pressure on her wounds, Blazefire Saber hanging like a dead weight behind her. Thankfully, the door magically opened and Serah rushed out to inspect the damage.
“Claire Farron!”
Oh, was she in trouble. Serah even managed to hiss her name out, and truth be told she was getting scared by that tone. Her sister looped her arm around her shoulders and began to drag her to the bathroom. Both were sweating from the exertion; Lightning more than Serah, as the soldier refused to let Serah carry most of her weight. Closing the toilet lid, Serah gently lifted the arm away and told her to sit down.
“Why didn’t you go to a hospital? Did you know how worried I was when Lieutenant Amodar called saying you were missing and to think you almost died-“
“Serah. It’s ok, I’m fine.”
“Stop lying. And hold still.”
Sighing, Lightning said nothing as Serah wiped the blood off with a wet rag, delicately hovering over the affected areas. Her breath hitched as she unzipped her top, exposing her chest to her. She flinched as the warm rag glided over the skin, and she could’ve sworn Serah was lingering way too long on her breasts. Of course, once she thought that, Serah continued taking care of her, now dabbing at the wounds with antiseptic.
It burned all over and she was trying her best not to hiss aloud in pain.
“Just a little more Claire, and then I can bandage for you.” However, Lightning stiffened as Serah undressed her. Her body was sore all over, and she felt uncomfortable with Serah looking at her naked.
“No, I got this. Don’t worry about it.” Lightning then tried to get up and shoo Serah away, but her sister was being stubborn and wouldn’t budge. Sitting right back down, the pain felt…debilitating, but she controlled the urge to clench her muscles to suppress it.
“Stop being silly and let me look at you. I wouldn’t have to do this if you stayed in a hospital.” Sighing, Serah stripped the rest of Lightning’s clothes, and managed to do a good job of not staring since she knew her sister can be so self-conscious sometimes.
Wow. If those wounds didn’t mar her skin, her body looked like perfection. A shame, Serah mused idly, as she wrapped the bandages around the torso first. Not too tight, but not too loose.
“I really did think you were dying somewhere.” She whispered, as she finished off the torso area, and went for her left shoulder, taking care to line the material between her breasts.
“I’m sorry.” Lightning viewed the extent of her injuries. She could’ve died and left her sister all alone, nobody to fend for her. Talk about being the worst big sister ever.
“Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re fine.” Serah smiled as she tended to her leg, a gash across the calf, but nothing serious.
Lightning returned the smile with her own, not feeling the pain as much, as Serah was doing an amazing job of healing them.
-FIN-
Characters/Pairings: Lightning/Serah, hints of Farroncest
Warnings: Blood? Nothing that explicit.
Rating: T
Notes:I just whipped this up in a fit of inspiration. 8|
Written for the ffxiii_kink prompt, calling for a near-death situation and Serah taking care of her sister.
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Oh shit, Serah was going to beat her when she finally can get over to the house they shared. In a word, she was fucked. Blood was spattered all over her uniform and starting to dry and crust in some places while others kept bleeding, despite her earlier attempts to stymie the flow of trickling blood over her wounds.
Her hand grasped at the frame of the door as she fumbled for the keys. In turn, she bled a little more from the lack of pressure on her wounds, Blazefire Saber hanging like a dead weight behind her. Thankfully, the door magically opened and Serah rushed out to inspect the damage.
“Claire Farron!”
Oh, was she in trouble. Serah even managed to hiss her name out, and truth be told she was getting scared by that tone. Her sister looped her arm around her shoulders and began to drag her to the bathroom. Both were sweating from the exertion; Lightning more than Serah, as the soldier refused to let Serah carry most of her weight. Closing the toilet lid, Serah gently lifted the arm away and told her to sit down.
“Why didn’t you go to a hospital? Did you know how worried I was when Lieutenant Amodar called saying you were missing and to think you almost died-“
“Serah. It’s ok, I’m fine.”
“Stop lying. And hold still.”
Sighing, Lightning said nothing as Serah wiped the blood off with a wet rag, delicately hovering over the affected areas. Her breath hitched as she unzipped her top, exposing her chest to her. She flinched as the warm rag glided over the skin, and she could’ve sworn Serah was lingering way too long on her breasts. Of course, once she thought that, Serah continued taking care of her, now dabbing at the wounds with antiseptic.
It burned all over and she was trying her best not to hiss aloud in pain.
“Just a little more Claire, and then I can bandage for you.” However, Lightning stiffened as Serah undressed her. Her body was sore all over, and she felt uncomfortable with Serah looking at her naked.
“No, I got this. Don’t worry about it.” Lightning then tried to get up and shoo Serah away, but her sister was being stubborn and wouldn’t budge. Sitting right back down, the pain felt…debilitating, but she controlled the urge to clench her muscles to suppress it.
“Stop being silly and let me look at you. I wouldn’t have to do this if you stayed in a hospital.” Sighing, Serah stripped the rest of Lightning’s clothes, and managed to do a good job of not staring since she knew her sister can be so self-conscious sometimes.
Wow. If those wounds didn’t mar her skin, her body looked like perfection. A shame, Serah mused idly, as she wrapped the bandages around the torso first. Not too tight, but not too loose.
“I really did think you were dying somewhere.” She whispered, as she finished off the torso area, and went for her left shoulder, taking care to line the material between her breasts.
“I’m sorry.” Lightning viewed the extent of her injuries. She could’ve died and left her sister all alone, nobody to fend for her. Talk about being the worst big sister ever.
“Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re fine.” Serah smiled as she tended to her leg, a gash across the calf, but nothing serious.
Lightning returned the smile with her own, not feeling the pain as much, as Serah was doing an amazing job of healing them.
-FIN-