A/N: So this idea came to me while playing Lightning Returns for like the fifteenth time (I'm just achievement hunting at this point lmao) and how you can make Lightning wear some funny outfits that totally do not suit her. Some of these are DLC, others are not.
The Savior's Wardrobe
Summary: Even if she's tasked with saving the world, that doesn't mean Lightning can't take some time to appreciate the garb she acquires along the way. Or hate it entirely.
*The Flower Girl*
On the Ark, Lightning Farron was a woman on the most important mission ever. Tasked with saving the world in thirteen days and to lead as many souls as possible to salvation. No easy feat, but she had been fighting destiny for a very long time now and gotten damn good at it.
Right now though, she was glaring at the young man who was her partner in this whole mission. "Hope, you cannot be serious about this right now."
"I am," the fourteen year old replied earnestly. "Sneaking into Snow's palace is not something you can do dressed like the savior. You have to be discreet."
"What part of this is discreet?" the pink haired woman asked dryly. "This is ridiculous! There's no way the palace guards are going to overlook this!"
"They will. Trust me, will you? I know that's a little hard for you, but it'll work. I guarantee it," Hope insisted.
Lightning could only sigh in defeat and cave in. He gave the same pleading look that Serah did. Why the hell was she so weak against it yet could fight monsters in Chaos with not even a scratch?
The pink haired woman glared at Hope as she crossed over to the tiny corner on the Ark reserved for her wardrobe, changing into the pink dress and red jacket. "Fine…"
She was so not wearing that goddamned ribbon in her hair.
Lightning bit back an annoyed growl as she walked through the streets of Yusnaan, trying her best to ignore the remarks citizens of the city made when they saw her.
"She looks delicate," one man remarked. Lightning hissed. If she wanted to she could rip his arm off and beat him to death with it. She was old fashioned like that.
"How much for the roses?" a woman asked, looking at the bloody flower basket that somehow worked as a shield. Lightning didn't know how the hell it worked as one, but it did seem to have rather strong magical powers. Mediguard and Steelguard were both perfect for it, for reasons beyond her comprehension. She was tempted to believe this was Bhunivelze's idea of a joke.
The flowers were not for sale! Stop looking at them like that!
"That bow is really cute."
Okay, that did it. Lightning was not cute, nor was she some delicate little flower girl! She was the savior!
"Hope…"
"Yeah Light?"
"…I hate you."
She was definitely going to smack him when she was next called to the Ark.
A/N: So these will all be short shots of LR, just to give me something to do when I'm bored of writing more serious stuff. See you!
A Lovestruck A2#5371