Coming Tide. GK AU. PG13
I've been falling asleep reading Final Fantasy XII's fanfic these past weeks. Today, I woke up and had an epiphany. kurodo_isaki promised me fanart. I promised her fanfic drabble.
Here it is.
Brad/Nate. FFXII!AU. With Viera!Brad (meaning, Brad with bunny ears! /gleeyay)
coming tide.
"Tide's coming in."
"Is it?"
"Come and look."
Nate got up and kneeled on the bunk. He latched his hand at the base of the windowpane. The Mist was raising up slowly, congealing under thick growth of the rain forest. In a moment, it would cover all surfaces, raising as high as their airship could fly. Impairing what remained of their faulty night visual.
"Shouldn't you go back to the helm?" Nate asked, diverting his eyes from the impressive display, back to Brad.
Nate saw the beginning of a smirk formed in Brad's mouth, a fascinating sight even after all this time --that subtle hint of overbite.
"Ray's a big boy. I believe he can handle landing us safely, for once," Brad replied.
Nate smiled in return --he couldn't help not to. He shrugged. "Better prepare ourselves for bumpy rides then."
As if summoned by words, the ship begun to rock. The airship was flying because of the magic power imbued within the Mist. The scientists of the past found a way to compressed Mist into crystals, called Magycite. Now used as mainpower for airships. But the presence of Mist itself often proved disadvantage for aerospace affair. Such as maintaining visual.
Nate sat back on the bunk, bracing himself for the bumpy landing with a hand on Brad's arm. Brad was sitting sideway with his back to the wall. His breeches and tunic undone. Nate could see faint red marks on Brad's chest, courtesy of their earlier activity. Nate felt a blush forming from the back of his neck. Fuck it. But Brad looked beautiful. And his.
Nate slid down the bunk a bit on a particularly jarring bump. His knee knocked the side of Brad's thigh. They were saved from tumbling over the bunk because of Brad's tight hold on the bunk frame.
"Damnit Ray," Brad hollered. His long ears flattened nearly to the back.
From somewhere on the ship, Nate heard Ray yelled, something with fuck, and shut up, and boyfriend's ass.
Nate laughed, and laughed.
PS Nearly went unnoticed. madnessisreal sent me a v-gift today. yay. Thank you! Happy valentine to you too. :D
Here it is.
Brad/Nate. FFXII!AU. With Viera!Brad (meaning, Brad with bunny ears! /gleeyay)
coming tide.
"Tide's coming in."
"Is it?"
"Come and look."
Nate got up and kneeled on the bunk. He latched his hand at the base of the windowpane. The Mist was raising up slowly, congealing under thick growth of the rain forest. In a moment, it would cover all surfaces, raising as high as their airship could fly. Impairing what remained of their faulty night visual.
"Shouldn't you go back to the helm?" Nate asked, diverting his eyes from the impressive display, back to Brad.
Nate saw the beginning of a smirk formed in Brad's mouth, a fascinating sight even after all this time --that subtle hint of overbite.
"Ray's a big boy. I believe he can handle landing us safely, for once," Brad replied.
Nate smiled in return --he couldn't help not to. He shrugged. "Better prepare ourselves for bumpy rides then."
As if summoned by words, the ship begun to rock. The airship was flying because of the magic power imbued within the Mist. The scientists of the past found a way to compressed Mist into crystals, called Magycite. Now used as mainpower for airships. But the presence of Mist itself often proved disadvantage for aerospace affair. Such as maintaining visual.
Nate sat back on the bunk, bracing himself for the bumpy landing with a hand on Brad's arm. Brad was sitting sideway with his back to the wall. His breeches and tunic undone. Nate could see faint red marks on Brad's chest, courtesy of their earlier activity. Nate felt a blush forming from the back of his neck. Fuck it. But Brad looked beautiful. And his.
Nate slid down the bunk a bit on a particularly jarring bump. His knee knocked the side of Brad's thigh. They were saved from tumbling over the bunk because of Brad's tight hold on the bunk frame.
"Damnit Ray," Brad hollered. His long ears flattened nearly to the back.
From somewhere on the ship, Nate heard Ray yelled, something with fuck, and shut up, and boyfriend's ass.
Nate laughed, and laughed.
PS Nearly went unnoticed. madnessisreal sent me a v-gift today. yay. Thank you! Happy valentine to you too. :D