Tear Down the Sky- FF13; Fang/Vanille, implied Vanille/Jihl
Title: Tear Down the Sky
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII
Pairing: Fang/Vanille, implied Vanille/Jihl (warning: non-consensual)
Prompt: Damage
Rating: R
Word Count: 400
Spoilers: This one is chock-full of spoilers, actually. If you haven’t come to collect your friends yet, then I seriously warn you to not read this drabble.
Author’s Note: Now that I wrote this, I'm unsure of how people will react... nervous shift eyes.
The past has a way of catching up with you, Fang thought, peering out from the campsite to drink in the vast scenery Grand Pulse had to offer. How strange to be back after such a lengthy absence. She could barely remember how it used to look, though she knew that somehow everything seemed wilder and less welcoming.
Or perhaps it was only the dark cloud that hung over the party. Although the l'Cie fugitives were reunited, Vanille had never been so distant.
It was bad enough that Vanille had been forced to confront her role in Sazh’s tragedy, but Vanille also had to contend with the haughty and cruel Jihl Nabaat. The girl hardly spoke of what had happened between them, but Fang wasn’t stupid.
“She’s dead, you know,” Fang spoke up breaking Vanille’s moody silence. “And she can’t come back.”
“I know,” Vanille whispered.
“Then cheer up, kid,” she said, and light-heartedly ruffled the girl’s red hair. “At least we’re back in our own element, right?”
Vanille didn’t answer, just turned her head and stared silently into the fire.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
She got up and began walking toward her tent, but Fang was faster, and barred her path. “Don’t make me hurt you,” she warned, gripping her spear provocatively.
Suddenly Vanille burst into tears. Alarmed, Fang threw her weapon down and embraced the girl tightly. “Okay, okay,” she murmured. “Let’s go inside.”
Fang didn’t mention it again. As Vanille stretched out on the fur blanket, Fang began dispensing soft kisses on the girl’s ankles, slowly moving toward her chiseled calves. She looked up, questioning. Vanille nodded.
She resumed, and Vanille whimpered, arching her back as the warrior’s mouth met her glowing mark. Fang’s tongue darted past her thigh, teasing the fabric of the girl’s underwear. Jihl’s ghost lingered in the tent, but neither woman paid any attention. Fang’s warmth, her strength, her scent pushed the memory from Vanille’s mind - if only for a moment.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault. But I let her. And I liked it.
Fang’s calloused fingers gripped Vanille’s buttocks, drawing her closer. Her right hand found what lay beneath the skirt, and now twisting fingers caused Vanille’s legs to shake wildly.
“Vanille,” Fang moaned into her lover. “Vanille, I love you.”
She came with a high-pitched wail.
I liked it.
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII
Pairing: Fang/Vanille, implied Vanille/Jihl (warning: non-consensual)
Prompt: Damage
Rating: R
Word Count: 400
Spoilers: This one is chock-full of spoilers, actually. If you haven’t come to collect your friends yet, then I seriously warn you to not read this drabble.
Author’s Note: Now that I wrote this, I'm unsure of how people will react... nervous shift eyes.
The past has a way of catching up with you, Fang thought, peering out from the campsite to drink in the vast scenery Grand Pulse had to offer. How strange to be back after such a lengthy absence. She could barely remember how it used to look, though she knew that somehow everything seemed wilder and less welcoming.
Or perhaps it was only the dark cloud that hung over the party. Although the l'Cie fugitives were reunited, Vanille had never been so distant.
It was bad enough that Vanille had been forced to confront her role in Sazh’s tragedy, but Vanille also had to contend with the haughty and cruel Jihl Nabaat. The girl hardly spoke of what had happened between them, but Fang wasn’t stupid.
“She’s dead, you know,” Fang spoke up breaking Vanille’s moody silence. “And she can’t come back.”
“I know,” Vanille whispered.
“Then cheer up, kid,” she said, and light-heartedly ruffled the girl’s red hair. “At least we’re back in our own element, right?”
Vanille didn’t answer, just turned her head and stared silently into the fire.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
She got up and began walking toward her tent, but Fang was faster, and barred her path. “Don’t make me hurt you,” she warned, gripping her spear provocatively.
Suddenly Vanille burst into tears. Alarmed, Fang threw her weapon down and embraced the girl tightly. “Okay, okay,” she murmured. “Let’s go inside.”
Fang didn’t mention it again. As Vanille stretched out on the fur blanket, Fang began dispensing soft kisses on the girl’s ankles, slowly moving toward her chiseled calves. She looked up, questioning. Vanille nodded.
She resumed, and Vanille whimpered, arching her back as the warrior’s mouth met her glowing mark. Fang’s tongue darted past her thigh, teasing the fabric of the girl’s underwear. Jihl’s ghost lingered in the tent, but neither woman paid any attention. Fang’s warmth, her strength, her scent pushed the memory from Vanille’s mind - if only for a moment.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault. But I let her. And I liked it.
Fang’s calloused fingers gripped Vanille’s buttocks, drawing her closer. Her right hand found what lay beneath the skirt, and now twisting fingers caused Vanille’s legs to shake wildly.
“Vanille,” Fang moaned into her lover. “Vanille, I love you.”
She came with a high-pitched wail.
I liked it.