FFXII: Five Times Fran Rejected A Man And One Time She Didn't
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Men/Fran, Bangaa/Fran, Balthier/Fran
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Fran's experiences with men. For candywrapper.
The first one wasn't bad looking, as Humes went. Fran was new from the Wood, though, and the world around her was still completely unfamiliar, and his advances even more so. He took no for an answer, although he insisted on telling her where he lived, in case she should ever be in the area again and want "a good time". When she saw him in a shop the next day, she quietly stepped out again. She had no wish for confrontations -- or such attachments.
The second was a Bangaa, and though she'd known of those among the Viera who found them attractive, Fran took a few quick steps back and apologised quickly for her lack of interest. She found them rather repulsive, really, and their manners were often lacking -- though this particular Bangaa had better manners than some Humes she'd come to know in the meantime.
The third was drunk, and she broke his arm. A Hume, this time, and drink must have rotted his bones -- it certainly permeated every pore of him. Fran couldn't get the stench of him from her nose for weeks, and he had barely come within a half meter of her.
The fourth man she met after she met Balthier, and by then she was finding that she was strangely reluctant to go to bed with anyone else, even if Balthier showed not a jot of interest in her in the physical sense. She was very icily polite with him, although she did let him buy her drink, and all the while her eyes were on Balthier.
The fifth time she rejected a man, she didn't entirely mean to. He was a Hume, and quite handsome, and with Balthier's lack of interest she was quite prepared to go to bed with him just to find out what it was all about. Balthier was less happy about the whole encounter, and it ended with the man's nose smeared halfway across his face.
"Do you know what he wanted?" he asked, as if she were a child, and yet there were elements of a child's tantrum in his own voice.
"I did," she said, surprisingly angry at him. "I did not need your protection from it."
It took him ten minutes to say he was sorry, and he did not look at her. After that, he got up and went out. Fran realised that he had been jealous.
Fran wasn't particularly surprised when Balthier arrived in her room, smelling vaguely and not unpleasantly of the finest wine Archades had to offer. Nor was she surprised when he sat down on her bed and started to sweet talk her. It was a bit forward of him to kiss her -- but then it felt to her like they had been leading up to this for days, and perhaps they had.
So she kissed him back, opened her mouth against his and pulled him to her. There was a lot of fumbling and a surprising amount of cursing, and ultimately she was almost surprised to find out how good it could be.
Balthier swore she'd spoilt him for any Hume women. She quietly determined that she wasn't going to let him go in any case.
Pairing: Men/Fran, Bangaa/Fran, Balthier/Fran
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Fran's experiences with men. For candywrapper.
The first one wasn't bad looking, as Humes went. Fran was new from the Wood, though, and the world around her was still completely unfamiliar, and his advances even more so. He took no for an answer, although he insisted on telling her where he lived, in case she should ever be in the area again and want "a good time". When she saw him in a shop the next day, she quietly stepped out again. She had no wish for confrontations -- or such attachments.
The second was a Bangaa, and though she'd known of those among the Viera who found them attractive, Fran took a few quick steps back and apologised quickly for her lack of interest. She found them rather repulsive, really, and their manners were often lacking -- though this particular Bangaa had better manners than some Humes she'd come to know in the meantime.
The third was drunk, and she broke his arm. A Hume, this time, and drink must have rotted his bones -- it certainly permeated every pore of him. Fran couldn't get the stench of him from her nose for weeks, and he had barely come within a half meter of her.
The fourth man she met after she met Balthier, and by then she was finding that she was strangely reluctant to go to bed with anyone else, even if Balthier showed not a jot of interest in her in the physical sense. She was very icily polite with him, although she did let him buy her drink, and all the while her eyes were on Balthier.
The fifth time she rejected a man, she didn't entirely mean to. He was a Hume, and quite handsome, and with Balthier's lack of interest she was quite prepared to go to bed with him just to find out what it was all about. Balthier was less happy about the whole encounter, and it ended with the man's nose smeared halfway across his face.
"Do you know what he wanted?" he asked, as if she were a child, and yet there were elements of a child's tantrum in his own voice.
"I did," she said, surprisingly angry at him. "I did not need your protection from it."
It took him ten minutes to say he was sorry, and he did not look at her. After that, he got up and went out. Fran realised that he had been jealous.
Fran wasn't particularly surprised when Balthier arrived in her room, smelling vaguely and not unpleasantly of the finest wine Archades had to offer. Nor was she surprised when he sat down on her bed and started to sweet talk her. It was a bit forward of him to kiss her -- but then it felt to her like they had been leading up to this for days, and perhaps they had.
So she kissed him back, opened her mouth against his and pulled him to her. There was a lot of fumbling and a surprising amount of cursing, and ultimately she was almost surprised to find out how good it could be.
Balthier swore she'd spoilt him for any Hume women. She quietly determined that she wasn't going to let him go in any case.