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@beausght​ [ FANG & BELLE ] for who could ever learn to love... a beast?

Once upon a time, a long time ago, two Princesses lived in a tower, guarded by God. And that was all well and good, as God often traps women in precarious situations, especially suspended from what man would call ‘reality’ or ‘The Earth’, with only each other’s company as a substitute for purposeful understanding. But Fang erupted through the chyrsallis of their youth, changed, and not-so-innocent a victim as she was meant to be. 

Fang had fallen in love with her fellow captive, and in doing so, doomed them both to suffer. 

Vanille was forced to roam the Earth a thousand years, a hag, her voice and youth lost, at least in the eyes of others. And Fang was ripped from her love into a new reality, a castle made of briar and rose and spindling, gaudy golden walls and broken mirrors that climbed into the Heavens. A gilded cage, Fang was meant to suffer in her own reflection & loneliness forevermore. 

This was her curse. 

To love as a woman, was to be burdened, to be broken. 

To love a woman as a woman, was to be a monster.

God called her Ragnorak---for if she ever was to escape, she would surely rip the throat of God out of the clouds and paint Earth with His blood. But she was not meant to escape. And Belle, Eve as she was, the beauty of this Earth and of this tale, was not meant to find her.

So our story begins. Fang stalking through halls, pacing every which way, and finding, instead of her own skulking shadow, a girl, dangling from the ceiling of her prison by one of the un-dead vines that run through it, her ankle gripped, and nothing else.

And so The End of The World’s loneliness ends, but not all at once. First, her heart drops. And she feels only shame.

“Who are you? What---what are you doing here?” The end of each of Fang’s arms curls into fists, the monkey’s paw’s fingers rupturing and withering like the thorns of the vines that trap them both here.

But her voice comes out not as its usual growl as it does when she talks to herself. It’s soft, and it’s scared, and it’s tired. She does not know when she last slept. She cannot remember ever sleeping at all.

She looks at Belle expectantly with so many eyes, so many fears, all seeming to swim around her head like a ravenous pirhana’s nest.

The vine drops Belle to the ground except for her shoe, which it seems to suck into the room’s mess of broken mirrors. It reflects them---Belle, beautiful and new. Fang, too old, too forgotten to dare to breathe in her presence.

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@vaenaera [ ask box memes ( VANILLE & HOPE ) ] :  ‘ i want to believe that we got it right this time. ’

“Oho?” Vanille giggles a bit---nervous as ever. The airheaded act is a hard one to put down, and it comes up whenever she’s feeling uncomfortable... whenever she doesn’t know what to say? She’s right back to playing dumb, being silly, sunshine and rainbows, and only jokes to spare. 

But this is serious. She doesn’t like to think about the future---never has, but this is why.. She worries, too. And she cares about Hope. She cares about him knowing she’s there, and not just the shape of her, an illusion of substance, too light and falsely free to actually hold.

Her smile fades with the crinkle of her eyes, the dimple in her cheek as she frowns and thinks hard. “I don’t have all the answers. Never have,” Vanille gazes down at her feet, and then reaches out a hand, squeezes just Hope’s knuckles. His hands feel so much bigger now, even beneath the gloves. He’s all grown up---not that he ever had much time to be a child to begin with. “But I have you, now, Hope.” The Double entrede is as clear and cliche as ever, and yet, she continues onward. 

“A new family. A new world.” She looks up, sticks out her tongue. “What could possibly go wrong?”

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@incoronare [ ‘attractive’ meme ] : fang & gladio

“Mmmm. You’re not the first one to tell me that, you know. Luckily for you, you’re pretty eaa-sy on the eyes yourself, gorgeous. I wouldn’t mind having a go of it.”

“I... Your Highness... You’re... You’re engaged.” He looks away, crestfallen. To Noctis no less. He can’t---they can’t. As much as he wants to.

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WISHING ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR : wishlist !

i would really like to do threads in au/crossover threads where fang & vanille ‘break up’ because of their complicated co-dependency (outline in meta here), and fang tries to get back out into the dating world only to realize... she has absolutely no experience whatsoever with actual relationships with women other than vanille. like she can flirt until the chocobos come home---but like, actually entering a relationship with awoman? she don’t know what FUCKIN DOING GUYS...

i’d really like an ESPECIALLY COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP where fang tries to. repeat the dynamic she had with vanille---and is, for the most part, shot down? and she has to learn how to have a healthy dynamic with someone where she doesn’t base her whole self esteen on taking care of them and protecting them.

obviously this is femslash heavy, but i’m always down for lesbros (dude characters being like ‘thats rough buddy’) as fang tells them her women woes over drinks or whatever.

like/comment if interested in MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE~~~

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❝ i am a child of a money hungry, prideful country. ❞

“Well, I suppose Gran Pulse isn’t perfect, either, Princess….” She sighs. “And no matter what I might say… as much as I hate your country… I… I could never hate you.”