FFXII Ficlet: Heaven or the Nebra (Basch, Penelo, Larsa) (Knots, Ties and Tides Omake)
If you haven't already had the chance, might I suggest checking out the entirely freaking awesome wet!naked!Basch drabble-fest going on? If you've been having a week as totally awful as mine (El Diablo Statistico is currently killing me dead... argh...), this'll really help and even if not... hell. When is the thought of Basch being wet and naked not a hell of a lot of fun? ;)
In any case, this silly little drabble was something I whipped up for the fest and I thought I might as well put it up, seeing as how it more-or-less fits into the Knots, Ties and Tides series. You can see view this as an omake, a preview of an upcoming chapter or possibly just a little side-story towards the madness to come.
Oh, and spoilers for Chapter 12 pop up. Forgive me for spoiling the surprise if you were really dying to read it blind. And with any luck, the actual chapter itself might show up in... hmm... a week or so? Wish me luck with cranking that one out. I really need to figure out how to use Basch when he's not being perved on by a predatory sixteen year old girl!
Title: Heaven or the Nebra
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Series: Knots, Ties and Tides
Characters/Pairings: Penelo, Basch, Larsa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Heaven has a new definition when Basch fon Ronsenberg's around...
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When Penelo had been a little girl standing on the banks of the Nebra with her brothers, her idea of heaven had mostly consisted of splashing around the waters to her heart’s content, never having to pay even the slightest bit of mind to what anyone else did around her.
After all, as a child, the youngest in her family and the only girl as well, most of her life had been spent having to listen her ears off to everyone around her. Don’t do this and don’t eat that and try not to follow that Vaan kid around, he’ll only lead you to an early grave by trying to play hide and seek down in the sewers-- she’d long since memorized (and learned to get around) most of the restrictions people seemingly loved to wrap about her.
Most of her life, she had thought heaven was never having to pay attention to anything else going on about her.
But when Basch-- Uncle or not, surely quasi-incest wasn’t any worse than actual pedophilia-- turned to her to ask if she would mind him taking half an hour or so to reacquaint himself with some of the beauties of Dalmasca-- it had been so long, Penelo, surely you wouldn’t mind indulging an old man?-- she knew she had been dead wrong.
Heaven, she decided, right then and there, wasn’t ignoring people at all.
Heaven wasn’t even doing whatever you wanted, unless voyeurism was involved.
Heaven was watching with wide eyes and clammy hands and a rapidly racing heart as the most beautiful man she had ever seen, ever, stripped down to nothing more than his underwear
(his gloriously, gloriously white underwear-- and she swore, then and there, that‘d she‘d never stop cherishing Balthier‘s ability to drive the best bargains in the market)
and slowly wade out into the cool, beautiful, wonderfully transparent waters.
Penelo could have sworn she heard a chorus of angels singing at the first wave that had hit the seat of Basch’s buttocks, leaving many things underexposed that she’d be happy to later investigate at her leisure.
And then Larsa-- who had been diligently inspecting first the proceedings, then Penelo’s face, and back again without pause-- made a considering noise at the back of his throat. “It does seem rather ‘fun’ to strip down to the bare essentials and frolick amidst the sand, doesn’t it? I suppose neither of you would mind if I had a try as well?”
And even as the sound of the first zipper slowly rolling off the built-like-a-twelve-year-old-boy-because-he-was-one-damn-all-the-gods resounded through Penelo’s mind, she realized something.
This wasn’t heaven at all.
This was really hell.
And apparently, it enjoyed watching her suffer.
*
Author's Note: Oh, Larsa. Putting your underdeveloped body on display next to Basch's was not your best idea ever. And has the icon I'm using now ever been more appropriate? ;)
In any case, this silly little drabble was something I whipped up for the fest and I thought I might as well put it up, seeing as how it more-or-less fits into the Knots, Ties and Tides series. You can see view this as an omake, a preview of an upcoming chapter or possibly just a little side-story towards the madness to come.
Oh, and spoilers for Chapter 12 pop up. Forgive me for spoiling the surprise if you were really dying to read it blind. And with any luck, the actual chapter itself might show up in... hmm... a week or so? Wish me luck with cranking that one out. I really need to figure out how to use Basch when he's not being perved on by a predatory sixteen year old girl!
Title: Heaven or the Nebra
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Series: Knots, Ties and Tides
Characters/Pairings: Penelo, Basch, Larsa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Heaven has a new definition when Basch fon Ronsenberg's around...
*
When Penelo had been a little girl standing on the banks of the Nebra with her brothers, her idea of heaven had mostly consisted of splashing around the waters to her heart’s content, never having to pay even the slightest bit of mind to what anyone else did around her.
After all, as a child, the youngest in her family and the only girl as well, most of her life had been spent having to listen her ears off to everyone around her. Don’t do this and don’t eat that and try not to follow that Vaan kid around, he’ll only lead you to an early grave by trying to play hide and seek down in the sewers-- she’d long since memorized (and learned to get around) most of the restrictions people seemingly loved to wrap about her.
Most of her life, she had thought heaven was never having to pay attention to anything else going on about her.
But when Basch-- Uncle or not, surely quasi-incest wasn’t any worse than actual pedophilia-- turned to her to ask if she would mind him taking half an hour or so to reacquaint himself with some of the beauties of Dalmasca-- it had been so long, Penelo, surely you wouldn’t mind indulging an old man?-- she knew she had been dead wrong.
Heaven, she decided, right then and there, wasn’t ignoring people at all.
Heaven wasn’t even doing whatever you wanted, unless voyeurism was involved.
Heaven was watching with wide eyes and clammy hands and a rapidly racing heart as the most beautiful man she had ever seen, ever, stripped down to nothing more than his underwear
(his gloriously, gloriously white underwear-- and she swore, then and there, that‘d she‘d never stop cherishing Balthier‘s ability to drive the best bargains in the market)
and slowly wade out into the cool, beautiful, wonderfully transparent waters.
Penelo could have sworn she heard a chorus of angels singing at the first wave that had hit the seat of Basch’s buttocks, leaving many things underexposed that she’d be happy to later investigate at her leisure.
And then Larsa-- who had been diligently inspecting first the proceedings, then Penelo’s face, and back again without pause-- made a considering noise at the back of his throat. “It does seem rather ‘fun’ to strip down to the bare essentials and frolick amidst the sand, doesn’t it? I suppose neither of you would mind if I had a try as well?”
And even as the sound of the first zipper slowly rolling off the built-like-a-twelve-year-old-boy-because-he-was-one-damn-all-the-gods resounded through Penelo’s mind, she realized something.
This wasn’t heaven at all.
This was really hell.
And apparently, it enjoyed watching her suffer.
*
Author's Note: Oh, Larsa. Putting your underdeveloped body on display next to Basch's was not your best idea ever. And has the icon I'm using now ever been more appropriate? ;)