Fran Final Fantasy 12 Cosplay Novels & Stories

"Good to see you again, young Scion." Vorpaltinger glided down from the balcony. Her strong flap of wings made a distinct echo across the theatre. She was wearing more modern clothes by then, trading her tribal dress with black crop top and denim shorts. Although her elegant black stilettos looked like a clash to her casual attire, Lars realized upon closer look that Vorpaltinger's feet was naturally pointed, like that of a rabbit, so the stilettos compensated her feet's shape. "Ah hello, Vorpaltinger is it? Good to see you again too." Lars smiled to the therianthrope before looking around. "Where's Mell?"

His long, wavy hair was pulled up in a half ponytail. He strutted like the world belonged to him. "Darling," Rafael drawled, his eyes raking over me in mock horror. "You look like you've been dragged through a flaming battlefield." He was probably right. I needed a bloody painkiller. I raised an eyebrow. "Nice to see you too, Doctor Rafael." Behind him, Rayne stepped in, wearing a leather jacket and combat boots, with her hair in a singular braid hanging down her back. Power practically coiled off her, but her eyes were warm.

Rania sat down while the old fellow sat next to her; "As I see my little boy Danny hasn't introduced us till yet, well then it leaves me do the honor" Franco said tauntingly looking at Daniel who had leaned against the wall with his arms folded on his chest while his lips twitched. Rania smiled as she quietly listened to Franco; "I am Franco the owner of this costume shop and he is Danny my one and only worker, now tell me young lady what's your name because I believe it will be beautiful like you" Franco said while from the corner of his eyes he glanced at Daniel whose gaze was fixed on the lady – he was looking her admiringly;

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I smiled, looking her up and down as she came within earshot, "Nice shoes." "Thanks," Brandy looked down at her own feet as if she forgot what her shoes looked like, smiling back up at me, and posing a bit so that the light bounced off the glimmering sparkles, "I actually got them from Lindsay. She used them in this weird human thing called cosplay, and then never used them again. She just ended up giving them to me." "Steal," I commented. I'd heard of the cosplay thing before - where humans dress up as their favorite fictional character and parade around in ridiculous costumes- but the thought of a werewolf doing it never crossed my mind.

I laugh while trying to ignore the women giggling about babies and about the physiques of us men. Franco introduces me to his other mate, James. James is 6ft 3 inches tall and broad shouldered with a muscular build. He has light brown hair and green eyes and a relaxed, but friendly smile. His style is more subdued and professional. He is wearing a gray suit and white shirt, but his tie matches Luz’s dress. “Normally, I keep my private business private and my mates rarely meet visiting Alpha’s but this is an exception, the future Alpha of Alpha’s and her mate! Have you decided on a title for yourself?” Franco beams.

Leia said, looking around. “You can undress yourself” and Francois took off his shirt and his shorts and now he stays in his boxers in front of Leia, and man! Even if when he wears his clothes he seems thin and delicate, undressed he is just perfect. The man has a perfect abdomen and he is full of muscles, and the bulge from his boxers made Leia to almost faint imagining how big he is. “You said that you are sleeping naked” Francois said without leaving her a way out.

Jessica’s P.O.V “What’s your…who are you wearing?” Over the upbeat music spilling from the speakers, I almost knocked my drink to the ground as the tiny voice behind me startled me. “I don’t know who this is?” “Hi, birthday girl.” I smiled, ignoring the red stain on the gold color chlamys which was draped around my body and clipped on my shoulders. Beneath the chlamys was a pure white chiton that hugged my every curve. With the golden leaf tiara on my head and golden bracelets around my arms and ankles, it should be easy to realize who I was cosplaying but I guess Mina didn’t know.

At the end of the aisle stood Franco. He was breathtaking. Dressed in a sharply tailored, midnight-blue tuxedo that highlighted the broad, powerful lines of his shoulders, he looked less like a syndicate enforcer and more like a dark prince. But it was his eyes that stole the breath from my lungs. The moment he saw me, the guarded, dangerous stoicism he carried melted away, leaving behind a raw, naked devotion that made my throat ache.

Franz? "Why are you here?" I asked in surprise before hurriedly pulling him into the private room. I never thought I would see Franz, my dear friend, ever again. I held him tightly, tears seeping from my eyes due to my emotional state. "H-hold on, Rylee! Watch the bottle and glasses!" It was then I realized Franz was dressed as a waiter, and he was holding a tray with a bottle of Lafite on it. "I snuck in and blended with the staff," Franz said, then his sight moved to my outfit. His handsome face instantly flushed all the way down to his neck, "Hey, why you dressing like this?"