Don't own Final Fantasy XIII.
Pup
In a way, it seems fitting that he would be the exact opposite of her.
Where she was meant to lead and guard and tear their enemies down, a pack leader of their group of l'Cie in her own right, he was a follower, a healer and builder of people's strength. A perfect pack member; not meant to challenge and alpha's rule and never not content with his role in the pack.
She smiled as she watched him, curled up with Vanille on the Gran Pulse earth. The red-head had really grown attached to him, playing with him like a littermate. They were like two wolf pups, trying to act like the rest of the adults, but unable to hide how they really felt around one another.
Vanille was another example of a good pack mate. She tore the enemy down and attacked relentlessly, only pausing to heal those who needed it most. They were good for each other; him building and her destroying, always at odds but in a way that was refreshing. Always circling, harming and healing, so close to being the same and yet not.
She watched as Vanille drew closer to him in her sleep, sighing as his body heat made some of the cold flee from her body. The two unlikely pups, curled up for warmth against the harsh Gran Pulse cold.
Hope mumbled in his sleep and drew an arm over Vanille.
Her little pups to lead, and guard, and tear the enemies down for.
Fang smiled and closed her eyes, content her pups were safe for the night.
This just wouldn't stop bothering me (well, this and the fact that there are next to no fics with Fang and Hope as main characters, not even friendship-wise), so I wrote it.
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