Oerba Yun Fang

This is an Independent RP account for Oerba Yun Fang from Final Fantasy XIII, XIII-2, LR. She is a sassy, fierce bitch who doesn't take any crap from anyone. Est. July 2013

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Some girls just can`t resist my GOOD LOOKS, my STYLE and my CHARM and my  unflinching ability to listen to TAYLOR SWIFT.

Ind. Book, show, canon divergent, alternate universe, rule!63, and crossover friendly Damon Salvatore | home | verses | rules |

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"Hello, dear. Have you missed me?"

"So much, handsome."

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FFXIII protagonists + Eidolons (insp by)

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<~> “And just when I was about to give up seeing you anywhere near civilization this holiday,” he muttered, resisting the urge to poke a finger into Fang’s toned shoulder. He didn’t want to come across as the bossy sort, and they both knew that if she didn’t like it, she could easily separate him from said finger. But damnit…!

“I know you were in a rush to explore as much of Pulse’s remains as possible, but did you have to do it all at once??” Hope didn’t like this. He felt hot in a bad way, like something was crawling up from his gut and making him clammy. He didn’t get like this - so emotional. He had an office to maintain, an industry to run. People relied on him to keep a calm head no matter what. Not to act out like some jealous, hurt…

Everything else in his mind stopped as he wound his hands through her mane of hair, tasting once-familiar lips and doing his level best not to breathe in her scent or press her against the wall. But damnit.

“I missed you.”

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Granted, her tour of the ruins of Pulse took a lot longer than she originally planned, but Etro she needed it. She needed to know that home was not a place but the people around her that she loved. Home was him. And so she thought she would surprise him and come home for the holidays. Walking in she silently slipped besides him while he stood beneath the mistletoe as if she had always been there. A smirk on her lips. That devious free spirited smirk grew at his words.

But something in his response made a brow arch upwards even though that smirk remained on her lips. Was he really getting choked up? This was unlike him, and it made her think twice about saying anything about her absence. He knew about her plans, and he knew that her heart would never stray.

It touched her to know he cared that much.

When his hands wound into her hair, her body melds into his, her hands rising, a hand cupping his face and the other going to anchor the back of his head. When their lips press together she could have sworn she saw stars. The long months of missing him, the longing, the passion, the desire, the love - it all came to the surface. A soft hum slipped from her throat as she returned his kiss, not wanting to separate from him. But they had to, and her forehead nestles against his, hooded emerald eyes gazing up into his as she remained in an embrace.

“I missed you, too.” She says softly, her thumb stroking his jaw.

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synxrgist replied to your post “@synxrgist || continuedShe was painfully honest. And she wanted what...”

I can genuinely say it's been like 10 years since I tried to write romance haha

you’ll be fine, lol

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@synxrgist || continued

She was painfully honest. And she wanted what she wanted and there was very little that would stop her from getting it. The huntress had been contemplating asking him for sometime now. How would he react if she did? Would he disapprove of the role reversal? In the end, she was far too independent of a woman to have a man propose to her. If she wanted to marry, she would propose. Then again, if he loved her, it wouldn’t matter how she (or he) proposed. All that mattered is that they were together.

As they panted, nude, limbs entangled with one another, covered in a sheen of sweat - she felt that love and passion just overwhelm her and the words finally popped out as fingers laced through silver tresses, damp with sweat. Those two words though...

A large smile pulled at her lips. “Yeah?” She asked excitedly, rolling them over so she could kiss him hard. She couldn’t help the laughter bubbling from her. She was deliriously happy. “I love you,” she murmured, between kisses.

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<~> What was he thinking? What wasn’t he thinking? It felt as if his mind was suddenly hijacked by a freight train of imaginings and images. Of picking out names and clothes - of sleepless evenings and fretting over every little sniffle. First days of school and if the kids were just as merciless as they were when he was a boy. Gods - what if it was a boy that got his mom’s attitude, always spoiling for a fight?

… what if it was a girl and he had to worry about everything else? Hope felt a sweat break out over his brow. Kids…? Maybe one day, absolutely - they always said they were the most important part of a parents life. But even in a brand New World, he was aware enough to know they lived in crazy and dangerous times…

“What am I thinking? What am I not thinking,” he murmured, licking his lips and watching her. He patted the spot next to him, shifting some paperwork and scooting over for Fang to join him.  “.. are we sure? How far along do you think - I… can’t decide what I want to ask first…” 

Actually, he did know: did Fang even want children, now or anytime in the future…?

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She watched the sweat break out across his brow and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Though she was relieved when he began speaking again and his hand pats the empty space besides him. Happily, she joins him, sitting close besides him, and her hand goes to take his so her fingers could lace with his.

“Pretty sure.” She laughed a bit. “I’m about four weeks late. Haven’t taken a test yet but..I’m feeling, off.” She explained. She was starting to turn her nose up from foods she usually loved, her breasts were sore, and she were becoming more and more emotional. There were very few things she wasn’t afraid to tell him, but now she found there were many things she was terrified to say. It was evident by how much she had to work herself up to say this next part...

“I want to have it.” She finally said, as her eyes move to look at him, gauging his reaction, hoping he’d be happy.

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@synxrgist || continued

She should really start seeing that Gypsy woman...

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to either of them. They never really talked about how casual they were about protection, nor did they ever really sit down to talk about having kids. Still something about when they came together physically made Fang not care or think about anything else but him. To hell with the consequences.

Then again, she was starting to believe she might have been barren, even when she was regular like clockwork. But it’s when she was late. One week. Two weeks...three weeks...four weeks. It was time to start considering the possibility they were going to have a baby.

To say she was nervous to tell him was an understatement. Though it was best to just get it out there. Quick like a band-aide. His words were amusing at least, and a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

“This is a first.” She teased, and then rolled her lips between her teeth. “You okay?” She asked, arching a brow, worried about what he was thinking and feeling. A hand rests against his back only to rub along his spine in an attempt to soothe him. “What are you thinking?”

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