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ffviii_100 for dw. Current prompt was past prompts 4. Um...I may have gone a little overboard >.> like I wrote 14. I WAS INSPIRED DAMMIT! And both Seifer and Squall were pointing out that I've been thinking about certain things lately but lacking motivation to write long fics for them so they'd be happy for me to do some of this for them.
So I did. And I have to say that writing these was not a bad way to end one year and start another. Not a bad way at all >3
Most of these drabbles are Seifer & Squall and a lot of them are violent or have implied violence. Those ones are either snipets working around Prove Me Wrong, that Seifer and Squall fic I wrote forno_true_pair. Or they are possibly part of something I'm currently working on...aka the Laguna & Seifer one is making itself part of something I'm lazily working on now.
Damn muses finding ways to keep my attention on them, especially calling up old, old fic ideas and sneaking them into this set of mini-writing.
Yes, I am very happy with all these drabbles. Definitely that first one as it set the tone for everything Seifer and Squall.
Yes there will be more eventually. Who knows maybe even the whole fics rather than just drabbly things.
Enjoy!
ffviii_100 for dw. Current prompt was past prompts 4. Um...I may have gone a little overboard >.> like I wrote 14. I WAS INSPIRED DAMMIT! And both Seifer and Squall were pointing out that I've been thinking about certain things lately but lacking motivation to write long fics for them so they'd be happy for me to do some of this for them.So I did. And I have to say that writing these was not a bad way to end one year and start another. Not a bad way at all >3
Most of these drabbles are Seifer & Squall and a lot of them are violent or have implied violence. Those ones are either snipets working around Prove Me Wrong, that Seifer and Squall fic I wrote for
no_true_pair. Or they are possibly part of something I'm currently working on...aka the Laguna & Seifer one is making itself part of something I'm lazily working on now.Damn muses finding ways to keep my attention on them, especially calling up old, old fic ideas and sneaking them into this set of mini-writing.
Yes, I am very happy with all these drabbles. Definitely that first one as it set the tone for everything Seifer and Squall.
Yes there will be more eventually. Who knows maybe even the whole fics rather than just drabbly things.
Enjoy!
Title: sinking to swim (Seifer, Squall)
Rating: M, implied character death
Author's Notes: Prompt: Kiss
The first time their lips met, it wasn't a kiss. It was intentional though.
Drowning Squall in the fountain wasn't.
Seifer didn't realize he'd held Squall under too long until he'd pulled him up and tossed him onto the tiled floor, smirking at everyone. Then he looked to where Squall lay, motionless, not gasping for breath.
Glaring at those present, Seifer knelt next to Squall and breathed life into him.
A deep racking cough came from Squall and Seifer sat back expectantly. Or would have if not for Squall grabbing him and head-butting him.
Seifer growled. That's more like it.
Title: improvising your end (Seifer, Squall, Quistis)
Rating: PG-13, violence
Author's Notes: Prompt: Quistis Trepe
Environmental battle training was always an interesting class, students unarmed, taking the items available and using them as weapons. It was interesting to see what Squall might come up with when it was his turn. Because they would fight, it was inevitable whenever he and Squall were together.
One would think the faculty would learn to keep them separate.
So when Squall came at him with Quistis' whip, none were more surprised than the owner herself, her call the only warning Seifer received before he felt the supple leather tighten around his neck.
Squall was getting creative. Seifer liked it.
Title: dressed to kill (Squall, Seifer)
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Prompt: Formal Wear Required
"Don't get any ideas," Squall said as he offered his stockinged foot so that Seifer could slip his heels on.
"Ideas? Already had them," Seifer smirked, fastening the shoe strap to Squall's ankle.
Taking Seifer's offered hand, Squall stood still when the other came up to stroke his cheek. "Ruin my makeup and I'll gut you."
"With the knife on your thigh?"
"No, my fingernails and the Antarctic Wind in my purse."
"A little smudging will help with our roles," Seifer said as he pulled gently on an earring.
"This dress will not stop me from hurting you. Remember that."
Title: partner (Squall, Irvine)
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Prompt: Weapon(s)
Training proficiency in a secondary weapon was difficult when your specialization was from another weapon category. Squall found it relatively easy to use regular swords and certain types of guns as his gunblade was a combination of both. Knowing hand-to-hand went without saying, basic training and survival skills coming into play when one was without a weapon.
So it was with some respect that he faced off against Irvine, the sniper looking entirely comfortable with a pair of long-bladed hunting knives, flipping one of them casually, the other gripped tight, ready to attack.
Squall smiled. New blade sparring partner acquired.
Title: cooling down (Irvine, Zell, Squall)
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Prompt: Heatwave
Irvine smiled at the group as he set the tray with glasses of ice water on the table. You'd think they'd never experienced summer heat with how lifeless they looked as they lay about Squall's office, barely moving in the oppressive heat.
Sucked that the air-conditioning in Garden was broken.
"How can you function?" Zell asked. "Coat lined with automatic ice spells or something?"
"No, that'd be Squall's little leather number," Irvine said, winking at their Commander, offering him a glass.
The whole group found energy to laugh as Irvine danced the dance of Squall's icy drink down his back.
Title: rude awakening (Seifer, Squall)
Rating: PG-13, language
Author's Notes: Prompt: 2am
"Leonhart, get out here and come spar with me," Seifer's voice came rather loudly through Squall's closed door, likely Seifer's fist banging against it making the awful racket that woke him.
"It's two in the fucking morning, Seifer," Squall growled when he opened the door. "Go away."
"Aww the princess needs his beauty sleep? Tough, we're sparring. Now come before your roommates wake up and get pissed at you."
"You're the one making all the damn noise."
"Boo hoo."
Hyne but Squall hated when Seifer failed SeeD exams and wondered if Headmaster Cid might let him transfer to another Garden.
Title: choosing your battleground (Squall, Seifer)
Rating: PG-13, violence
Author's Notes: Prompt: Showers
No place was sacred, nowhere a sanctuary from attack. Squall found this out at the start of their second year as cadets when Seifer attacked him in the shower. There was no warning, just a hand suddenly at the back of his neck and a blinding light in his head as it was banged against the slicked tiles of the training center communal showers.
Becoming a dead-weight in Seifer's arms saved Squall a broken nose as he slithered to the floor, leg sweeping as he went down to take Seifer with him.
Squall learned quickly to always be on guard.
Rating: M, implied character death
Author's Notes: Prompt: Kiss
The first time their lips met, it wasn't a kiss. It was intentional though.
Drowning Squall in the fountain wasn't.
Seifer didn't realize he'd held Squall under too long until he'd pulled him up and tossed him onto the tiled floor, smirking at everyone. Then he looked to where Squall lay, motionless, not gasping for breath.
Glaring at those present, Seifer knelt next to Squall and breathed life into him.
A deep racking cough came from Squall and Seifer sat back expectantly. Or would have if not for Squall grabbing him and head-butting him.
Seifer growled. That's more like it.
Title: improvising your end (Seifer, Squall, Quistis)
Rating: PG-13, violence
Author's Notes: Prompt: Quistis Trepe
Environmental battle training was always an interesting class, students unarmed, taking the items available and using them as weapons. It was interesting to see what Squall might come up with when it was his turn. Because they would fight, it was inevitable whenever he and Squall were together.
One would think the faculty would learn to keep them separate.
So when Squall came at him with Quistis' whip, none were more surprised than the owner herself, her call the only warning Seifer received before he felt the supple leather tighten around his neck.
Squall was getting creative. Seifer liked it.
Title: dressed to kill (Squall, Seifer)
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Prompt: Formal Wear Required
"Don't get any ideas," Squall said as he offered his stockinged foot so that Seifer could slip his heels on.
"Ideas? Already had them," Seifer smirked, fastening the shoe strap to Squall's ankle.
Taking Seifer's offered hand, Squall stood still when the other came up to stroke his cheek. "Ruin my makeup and I'll gut you."
"With the knife on your thigh?"
"No, my fingernails and the Antarctic Wind in my purse."
"A little smudging will help with our roles," Seifer said as he pulled gently on an earring.
"This dress will not stop me from hurting you. Remember that."
Title: partner (Squall, Irvine)
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Prompt: Weapon(s)
Training proficiency in a secondary weapon was difficult when your specialization was from another weapon category. Squall found it relatively easy to use regular swords and certain types of guns as his gunblade was a combination of both. Knowing hand-to-hand went without saying, basic training and survival skills coming into play when one was without a weapon.
So it was with some respect that he faced off against Irvine, the sniper looking entirely comfortable with a pair of long-bladed hunting knives, flipping one of them casually, the other gripped tight, ready to attack.
Squall smiled. New blade sparring partner acquired.
Title: cooling down (Irvine, Zell, Squall)
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Prompt: Heatwave
Irvine smiled at the group as he set the tray with glasses of ice water on the table. You'd think they'd never experienced summer heat with how lifeless they looked as they lay about Squall's office, barely moving in the oppressive heat.
Sucked that the air-conditioning in Garden was broken.
"How can you function?" Zell asked. "Coat lined with automatic ice spells or something?"
"No, that'd be Squall's little leather number," Irvine said, winking at their Commander, offering him a glass.
The whole group found energy to laugh as Irvine danced the dance of Squall's icy drink down his back.
Title: rude awakening (Seifer, Squall)
Rating: PG-13, language
Author's Notes: Prompt: 2am
"Leonhart, get out here and come spar with me," Seifer's voice came rather loudly through Squall's closed door, likely Seifer's fist banging against it making the awful racket that woke him.
"It's two in the fucking morning, Seifer," Squall growled when he opened the door. "Go away."
"Aww the princess needs his beauty sleep? Tough, we're sparring. Now come before your roommates wake up and get pissed at you."
"You're the one making all the damn noise."
"Boo hoo."
Hyne but Squall hated when Seifer failed SeeD exams and wondered if Headmaster Cid might let him transfer to another Garden.
Title: choosing your battleground (Squall, Seifer)
Rating: PG-13, violence
Author's Notes: Prompt: Showers
No place was sacred, nowhere a sanctuary from attack. Squall found this out at the start of their second year as cadets when Seifer attacked him in the shower. There was no warning, just a hand suddenly at the back of his neck and a blinding light in his head as it was banged against the slicked tiles of the training center communal showers.
Becoming a dead-weight in Seifer's arms saved Squall a broken nose as he slithered to the floor, leg sweeping as he went down to take Seifer with him.
Squall learned quickly to always be on guard.
Title: only as good as his tools (Seifer, Quistis, mention of Squall)
Rating: g
Author's Notes: Prompt: dialogue only
"I need permission to leave Garden"
"Why?"
"Squall and I are going to town."
"Barely a day passes that you aren't at each others throats. What makes you think I'll let you go into town together?"
"Swords."
"Pardon?"
"A gunblade. I'm sick of him trying to fight me with those pissy practice blades. Can't win with one of those."
"Yet he disarmed you not once but three times yesterday."
"Only because I let him."
"Keep telling yourself that, Seifer. Here, show this note at the gate. Straight to town and back, no stopping to fight T-Rexaurs or each other, understand?"
Title: I'm gonna dirty you up (Seifer, Squall)
Rating: pg-13, violence
Author's Notes: Prompt: problem
Someone had decided that Seifer was a problem that needed to be kept busy. Their idea of busy was a laugh. The head of the Disciplinary Committee mopping floors? Total joke.
Anyone looking Seifer's direction quickly made themselves scarce if he saw them, hurrying away to apparent safety. Least there were few who saw him, so late that the only ones up were in the training center. Like Squall, who wandered by without even glancing at Seifer. He looked tired, likely been training for hours.
Seifer threw the wet mop at the back of Squall's head. He needed some entertainment.
Title: make you bleed more than me (Squall, Seifer, Zell)
Rating: pg-13, violence
Author's Notes: Prompt: blood
It was rare that Squall drew first blood. He hadn't meant to, Seifer simply failing to dodge a practice punch resulting in a dripping nose.
"Oh, so that's how we're playing today."
Squall was glad he was quick on his feet. It took all his concentration to stay upright. He was doing well when someone grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him out of reach of a hand that would have closed about his throat.
"Go clean up, Seifer," Zell growled.
"Make me."
Squall knew he would regret being present when Seifer had his ass handed to him.
Title: getting the job done (Seifer, Squall, Quistis)
Rating: g
Author's Notes: Prompt: toys
Sitting opposite Squall, Seifer sneered at how out of breath he was. View blocked momentarily as Quistis walked by to take her own seat, Seifer's thoughts turned to the dramatic rescue.
"And you complain about boys and their toys, Instructor," he chuckled softly. "You enjoyed pumping pellets into that monstrosity. Nice save."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Seifer," Quistis said even as her cheeks coloured lightly. "Cid is aware of what happened today."
Snorting at the mention of the Headmaster, Seifer leaned back in his seat and flashed a cruel smirk at Squall who'd looked up at Quistis' words. "Whatever."
Title: unpreventable inevitability (Ellone, Squall, Rinoa, Irvine, Piet)
Rating: g
Author's Notes: Prompt: Comfort
Ellone watched the past long enough to see Squall and Rinoa safely arrive on the Ragnarok. Opening her eyes she saw Irvine watching her as she blinked away tears.
"They've founds some sort of airship."
"It's okay, Elle. Squall will get them back down to Esthar safely."
Finding little comfort in Irvine's words, Ellone closed her eyes and tuned him and Piet out. Yes Squall was safe but not how she wanted him to be. His reaction in the space station said everything. Rinoa, now free of Ultimecia's influence, had become a sorceress and Squall, without realizing it, her knight.
Title: learning may take time (Laguna, Edea, Seifer, Squall)
Rating: M, implied character death of the non-permanent type
Author's Notes: Prompt: journal/diary
It was with morbid curiosity that Laguna flicked through the worn journal that Edea handed him, fingers automatically tracing over the text as if it could bring Squall to him right at this moment. Focusing on the words, he saw dates and detailed breakdowns of what had gone right and what hadn't in battles he'd had with Seifer, especially the ones he didn't survive.
Looking across the table to Seifer, Laguna wondered if Seifer realized he was smirking.
"You asked if I could kill Squall," Seifer said, taking the journal, flipping to the start. "Let me tell you a story."
Title: watch your step (Seifer, Cid, Squall)
Rating: M, violence
Author's Notes: Prompt: cranky
Seifer resisted the urge to roll his eyes, biting his tongue to keep from smirking. Damn but Cid could get his cranky pants on for the little things. So what if he'd broken one of the windows in the cafeteria. Accidents happen. Sadly Cid didn't agree when camera evidence showed Seifer hassling Squall, tripping him when his hands were full of food, glass shattering and raining down on him when he'd fallen through it. Even now the clearest image in Seifer's mind was how bright Squall's eyes had been against the dark red blood covering his face before he counterattacked.
Rating: g
Author's Notes: Prompt: dialogue only
"I need permission to leave Garden"
"Why?"
"Squall and I are going to town."
"Barely a day passes that you aren't at each others throats. What makes you think I'll let you go into town together?"
"Swords."
"Pardon?"
"A gunblade. I'm sick of him trying to fight me with those pissy practice blades. Can't win with one of those."
"Yet he disarmed you not once but three times yesterday."
"Only because I let him."
"Keep telling yourself that, Seifer. Here, show this note at the gate. Straight to town and back, no stopping to fight T-Rexaurs or each other, understand?"
Title: I'm gonna dirty you up (Seifer, Squall)
Rating: pg-13, violence
Author's Notes: Prompt: problem
Someone had decided that Seifer was a problem that needed to be kept busy. Their idea of busy was a laugh. The head of the Disciplinary Committee mopping floors? Total joke.
Anyone looking Seifer's direction quickly made themselves scarce if he saw them, hurrying away to apparent safety. Least there were few who saw him, so late that the only ones up were in the training center. Like Squall, who wandered by without even glancing at Seifer. He looked tired, likely been training for hours.
Seifer threw the wet mop at the back of Squall's head. He needed some entertainment.
Title: make you bleed more than me (Squall, Seifer, Zell)
Rating: pg-13, violence
Author's Notes: Prompt: blood
It was rare that Squall drew first blood. He hadn't meant to, Seifer simply failing to dodge a practice punch resulting in a dripping nose.
"Oh, so that's how we're playing today."
Squall was glad he was quick on his feet. It took all his concentration to stay upright. He was doing well when someone grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him out of reach of a hand that would have closed about his throat.
"Go clean up, Seifer," Zell growled.
"Make me."
Squall knew he would regret being present when Seifer had his ass handed to him.
Title: getting the job done (Seifer, Squall, Quistis)
Rating: g
Author's Notes: Prompt: toys
Sitting opposite Squall, Seifer sneered at how out of breath he was. View blocked momentarily as Quistis walked by to take her own seat, Seifer's thoughts turned to the dramatic rescue.
"And you complain about boys and their toys, Instructor," he chuckled softly. "You enjoyed pumping pellets into that monstrosity. Nice save."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Seifer," Quistis said even as her cheeks coloured lightly. "Cid is aware of what happened today."
Snorting at the mention of the Headmaster, Seifer leaned back in his seat and flashed a cruel smirk at Squall who'd looked up at Quistis' words. "Whatever."
Title: unpreventable inevitability (Ellone, Squall, Rinoa, Irvine, Piet)
Rating: g
Author's Notes: Prompt: Comfort
Ellone watched the past long enough to see Squall and Rinoa safely arrive on the Ragnarok. Opening her eyes she saw Irvine watching her as she blinked away tears.
"They've founds some sort of airship."
"It's okay, Elle. Squall will get them back down to Esthar safely."
Finding little comfort in Irvine's words, Ellone closed her eyes and tuned him and Piet out. Yes Squall was safe but not how she wanted him to be. His reaction in the space station said everything. Rinoa, now free of Ultimecia's influence, had become a sorceress and Squall, without realizing it, her knight.
Title: learning may take time (Laguna, Edea, Seifer, Squall)
Rating: M, implied character death of the non-permanent type
Author's Notes: Prompt: journal/diary
It was with morbid curiosity that Laguna flicked through the worn journal that Edea handed him, fingers automatically tracing over the text as if it could bring Squall to him right at this moment. Focusing on the words, he saw dates and detailed breakdowns of what had gone right and what hadn't in battles he'd had with Seifer, especially the ones he didn't survive.
Looking across the table to Seifer, Laguna wondered if Seifer realized he was smirking.
"You asked if I could kill Squall," Seifer said, taking the journal, flipping to the start. "Let me tell you a story."
Title: watch your step (Seifer, Cid, Squall)
Rating: M, violence
Author's Notes: Prompt: cranky
Seifer resisted the urge to roll his eyes, biting his tongue to keep from smirking. Damn but Cid could get his cranky pants on for the little things. So what if he'd broken one of the windows in the cafeteria. Accidents happen. Sadly Cid didn't agree when camera evidence showed Seifer hassling Squall, tripping him when his hands were full of food, glass shattering and raining down on him when he'd fallen through it. Even now the clearest image in Seifer's mind was how bright Squall's eyes had been against the dark red blood covering his face before he counterattacked.
