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Title: Bergamot
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII OGC
Characters/Pairing: Basch -> Ashe
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Post-Canon/End-Game Spoilers implied.
Summary: The years are long, the work is hard, and few remember what he does or why. Still, she writes.
The day has been overlong, the seal on the letter in his hand, unbroken. It is only now, as he lay exhausted in his—his brother’s—his bed, that he remembers it in the breast pocket of his shirt, where it remained close to his heart. The words are of matters of State, but the etching on the seal is from her personal stamp and smells of roses and bergamot; thus, he dares to read between the lines.
He drifts to sleep with the letter on his pillow, and dreams of Rabanastre, and the moon garden, of home.
Of her.
--
Title: For Lack of Attention
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII OGC
Characters/Pairing: Basch & Penelo OR Basch/Penelo, works for both.
Rating: G
Warnings: Age Difference (Well Post-Canon, so no underage.)
Spoilers: Post-Canon/End-Game
Summary: She was a girl, and then suddenly, she wasn't.
“You have foregone your plaits,” he remarks quietly when she turns for him in her new dress.
She stops to look at him, and her bright eyes seem to laugh. “Basch, I haven’t worn braids in at least a year now,” she says with a small shrug of her shoulders, regarding him with a gentle, knowing smile. She was never going to be taller, she had said once, and with some chagrin. But that did not mean she would not grow, he had responded; she would still be a woman someday.
His throat tightens. He had not noticed, until now.
--
Title: A Vertical Challenge
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII OGC
Characters/Pairing: Basch & Penelo OR Basch/Penelo, works for both.
Rating: G
Warnings: Age Difference (Well Post-Canon, so no underage.)
Spoilers: Post-Canon/End-Game
Summary: Yep, she's still too short. Companion piece to For Lack of Attention.
Larsa had lamented that it would not be proper for him to escort her himself to the gala, and thus had given Basch leave to attend. Basch, ever the servant and always the friend, was more than happy to accommodate the arrangement, and Penelo found herself far from disappointed by the turn of events. He made her feel like a prized jewel on his arm, the way he smiled and introduced her to diplomats his equal.
Even when donning heels, she was dwarfed by his height. She had hoped, this time, she would be able to steal a kiss.
Alas.
--
Title: Intentional
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII OGC
Characters/Pairing: Penelo, Basch, Larsa
Rating: G
Warnings: Age Difference (Well Post-Canon, so no underage.)
Spoilers: Post-Canon/End-Game
Summary: He thinks he knows what she's up to. Companion piece to For Lack of Attention and A Vertical Challenge.
“I know what you are doing,” Basch whispered, his breath tickling the loose hair around her ear. Penelo laughed breathily, her heart skipping a beat. Did he? Her fingers spidered over the back of his neck as he turned her expertly about the ballroom.
“Oh?” she inquired, pulling back to grin up at him. He was struggling to remain relaxed, with his hand on her waist and his eyes ever watchful for threat.
“You are going to get me fired,” he murmured through a forged smile, but his eyes were mirthful as he spun her directly in front of Larsa.
--
Title: Sausages
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII OGC
Characters/Pairing: Penelo, Basch, Vaan
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Tournesol Farming, or How Basch Evaded Cooking Duty.
“Why do you need so many snake skins, anyway?” Vaan asked, hopping to keep up with Basch’s stride.
“I thought we might have sausage for breakfast,” the older man replied.
“What’s that gotta do with snake skins?” Vaan’s face screwed in confusion.
“We need a casing for the meat,” Basch countered, quite seriously.
Vaan skidded to a halt, kicking up dust. “Wait…” he breathed, shaking his head. “No…”
Penelo stared up at Basch, incredulous. The Captain looked down at her, and then behind him at Vaan, who was loosing his lunch in the scrub. Turning back to Penelo, he winked.
--
Title: Bergamot
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII OGC
Characters/Pairing: Basch -> Ashe
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Post-Canon/End-Game Spoilers implied.
Summary: The years are long, the work is hard, and few remember what he does or why. Still, she writes.
The day has been overlong, the seal on the letter in his hand, unbroken. It is only now, as he lay exhausted in his—his brother’s—his bed, that he remembers it in the breast pocket of his shirt, where it remained close to his heart. The words are of matters of State, but the etching on the seal is from her personal stamp and smells of roses and bergamot; thus, he dares to read between the lines.
He drifts to sleep with the letter on his pillow, and dreams of Rabanastre, and the moon garden, of home.
Of her.
--
Title: For Lack of Attention
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII OGC
Characters/Pairing: Basch & Penelo OR Basch/Penelo, works for both.
Rating: G
Warnings: Age Difference (Well Post-Canon, so no underage.)
Spoilers: Post-Canon/End-Game
Summary: She was a girl, and then suddenly, she wasn't.
“You have foregone your plaits,” he remarks quietly when she turns for him in her new dress.
She stops to look at him, and her bright eyes seem to laugh. “Basch, I haven’t worn braids in at least a year now,” she says with a small shrug of her shoulders, regarding him with a gentle, knowing smile. She was never going to be taller, she had said once, and with some chagrin. But that did not mean she would not grow, he had responded; she would still be a woman someday.
His throat tightens. He had not noticed, until now.
--
Title: A Vertical Challenge
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII OGC
Characters/Pairing: Basch & Penelo OR Basch/Penelo, works for both.
Rating: G
Warnings: Age Difference (Well Post-Canon, so no underage.)
Spoilers: Post-Canon/End-Game
Summary: Yep, she's still too short. Companion piece to For Lack of Attention.
Larsa had lamented that it would not be proper for him to escort her himself to the gala, and thus had given Basch leave to attend. Basch, ever the servant and always the friend, was more than happy to accommodate the arrangement, and Penelo found herself far from disappointed by the turn of events. He made her feel like a prized jewel on his arm, the way he smiled and introduced her to diplomats his equal.
Even when donning heels, she was dwarfed by his height. She had hoped, this time, she would be able to steal a kiss.
Alas.
--
Title: Intentional
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII OGC
Characters/Pairing: Penelo, Basch, Larsa
Rating: G
Warnings: Age Difference (Well Post-Canon, so no underage.)
Spoilers: Post-Canon/End-Game
Summary: He thinks he knows what she's up to. Companion piece to For Lack of Attention and A Vertical Challenge.
“I know what you are doing,” Basch whispered, his breath tickling the loose hair around her ear. Penelo laughed breathily, her heart skipping a beat. Did he? Her fingers spidered over the back of his neck as he turned her expertly about the ballroom.
“Oh?” she inquired, pulling back to grin up at him. He was struggling to remain relaxed, with his hand on her waist and his eyes ever watchful for threat.
“You are going to get me fired,” he murmured through a forged smile, but his eyes were mirthful as he spun her directly in front of Larsa.
--
Title: Sausages
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII OGC
Characters/Pairing: Penelo, Basch, Vaan
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Tournesol Farming, or How Basch Evaded Cooking Duty.
“Why do you need so many snake skins, anyway?” Vaan asked, hopping to keep up with Basch’s stride.
“I thought we might have sausage for breakfast,” the older man replied.
“What’s that gotta do with snake skins?” Vaan’s face screwed in confusion.
“We need a casing for the meat,” Basch countered, quite seriously.
Vaan skidded to a halt, kicking up dust. “Wait…” he breathed, shaking his head. “No…”
Penelo stared up at Basch, incredulous. The Captain looked down at her, and then behind him at Vaan, who was loosing his lunch in the scrub. Turning back to Penelo, he winked.
--