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So as some know I've been writing again. Just drabbles. Little things that take entirely too much time for being only 100 words ;P Last week the prompt was alcohol and here is the pile I wrote for your reading pleasure <3
Title: Remembrance (Laguna/Raine, Kiros)
Author's Notes: Thoughts of happier times.
One day of every year Laguna allowed no meetings or calls. He wouldn’t even be in the city if someone tried to contact him. Early in the morning he’d go buy a specific bottle of wine, not for the name or price. It was because it was his beloved's favorite. Later when he arrived in Winhill, Laguna would make the trek to see his wife alone, Kiros trailing discreetly in the distance. By evening, fresh picked wild flowers were by her grave and Laguna would mark the happiest night of his life. The night Raine had said yes.
Title: Dreaming (implied Seifer/Squall, past Seifer/Rinoa, Ellone, Laguna)
Author's Notes: People keep all kinds of secrets
Totally by accident everyone learned Ellone and alcohol don’t mix. A glass of wine with dinner was one thing, hard spirits another entirely and Laguna never thought to warn of his misadventures thanks to a drunk time-sorceress.
So when Squall and Rinoa awoke from their unexpected naps, Rinoa sighed wistfully at dreaming of her first night with Seifer and wondered if she should call him. Squall summoned Seifer to his office and asked him to explain why he’d been thinking of him instead of Rinoa.
Some days later, Ellone received an unexplained 'thank you' from Seifer and Squall.
Title: Orders (Irvine/Laguna/Squall)
Author's Notes: Irvine is more than just a cowboy ;)
There was something very wrong in hearing Squall announce that he wanted to order a cock-sucking cowboy. Irvine wasn’t sure if it was the slight slur to Squall’s words or the rather direct stare he received from the gunblader. An elbow in his side distracted him from those blue eyes and he glanced at Laguna.
“You going to let him do that?” the older man asked, waving a half-full bottle of good Galbadian whiskey in his son’s direction. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“It does,” Irvine agreed, smiling at Squall. "I'm right here, darlin'. Come get some."
Title: Pretender (Irvine)
Author's Notes: There are benefits to being the sober one.
Contrary to popular belief at Galbadia Garden, Irvine did not drink alcohol. Which was a good thing seeing as it meant he remembered more when drinks were passed around and secrets became easier to discover thanks to loosened tongues. Carefully gained information he promised to put to good use.
That others thought he did drink meant his bluff was successful. He wasn’t particularly proud that he was able to fool people and almost hoped they would find out. First though he had to use the information gained to save them all, including the possessed sorceress trying to enslave everyone.
Title: Squirm (Squall, Zell, Irvine, Seifer)
Author's Notes: Shirtless Squall
“Squall, ya gotta stay still.”
“I’m trying, Zell. Irvine isn’t helping.”
“Don’t spill my drink, sweetheart. I might have to punish you.”
“Your dick isn’t much of a punishment. Besides, I’m thinking Leonhart might just want some.”
Squall glared at Seifer and resisted the urge to buck up as Irvine’s tongue traced its way across his bared stomach. How he got talked into this he couldn't remember. Twitching the wrong way would mean spilling the carefully balanced shot glasses that were Irvine’s goal. Supposedly. Irvine seemed more intent on watching their Commander squirm.
Title: Spiked (implied Seifer/Squall)
Author's Notes: Some nutter adds alcohol to the celebratory punch
The celebration marking the defeat of the Sorceress had been going well until someone spiked the punch.
Luckily, Irvine remembered his manners and didn’t hit on Edea too much. The same couldn’t be said for Zell who called his new girlfriend Fuujin three times. Quistis avoided the punch and so along with Selphie witnessed Rinoa slapping Squall and announcing rather loudly ‘I’m not Seifer!’ before grabbing Angelo and leaving.
The following day everyone blamed the punch but Quistis knew otherwise. Squall never touched the punch and had been in love with Seifer since he'd arrived at Garden.
Title: Three (Seifer/Irvine/Squall)
Author's Notes: Squall’s reasonable after a few drinks
It took three drinks to get Squall onto the dance floor. One helped him forget the press of people that packed into the club. The second took the edge off the thumping bass while the third was for dancing, barely swallowed before he was lead to the floor.
Arms wrapped around him and hands slipped into the pockets of his jeans, pulling him flush up against Irvine as he moved to the beat that vibrated around them. Seifer joined them, one hand sliding into a front pocket, chest warm on Squall's back. He didn't mind their possessiveness after three drinks.
Title: Shagged (Squall, implied Irvine/Zell)
Author's Notes: Irvine Kinneas makes SeeD
Squall sighed very softly as Zell stumbled into his office and complained about how bright everything was.
“If it’s self-inflicted I have no sympathy. Mission report now.”
“C’mon Squall, a little pity please. My head is pounding here,” Zell whined as he carefully sat down. “It’s all Irvine’s fault. He’s the one who took me out to celebrate his first official SeeD mission. Even got me back to Garden last night. Guess he couldn’t get into my room and just tossed me in his bed. Although since when has drinking made my ass sore?”
Title: Side-effects (Squall, Zell, Seifer)
Author's Notes: Downside of being a Knight
“Squall?” Zell asked, quickly changing his voice to a whisper when Squall winced. “You look really green.”
“Don’t talk to me,” Squall hissed.
“Looks like a hangover to me," Seifer chuckled, sounding entirely too pleased at Squall's discomfort. "Were you drinking without us, Leonhart?”
“Fuck off.”
“No. You’re in no condition to give me orders," Seifer argued. "What the hell did you drink anyway? Never seen you like this.”
“I didn’t," Squall whispered, obviously in much pain. "Rinoa did.”
“Shit. Poor bastard. Let's get him to Dr.K, Zell. Surely she has something for magically transferred hangovers."
Title: Insight (Squall, Irvine, Seifer)
Author's Notes: Irvine shows he can be thoughtful of others
Squall’s first drink was thanks to Irvine, a tiny silver hip-flask pulled from one of the many pockets of the sniper’s duster and handed over in silence after they had left Galbadia Garden. He wasn’t sure what to think until he looked into Irvine’s eyes and saw understanding. He knew what it meant to loose someone unexpectedly.
Squall coughed a little as the alcohol burned its way down his throat and warmed his insides. The second mouthful was easier and he nodded his thanks and handed it back.
He hoped Seifer’s passing has been painless.
Title: Sharing (Irvine/Squall)
Author's Notes: A first kiss
Squall thought nothing of sharing Irvine’s drinks, of watching the sniper’s lips press against the mouth of the bottle as it was tilted up, the tongue chasing up stray drops of alcohol or the slow smile that followed. Taking the bottle, he was about to lift it to his own lips when Irvine’s fingers slid into his hair and warm lips pressed against his. His partly opened mouth was easily plundered by Irvine’s practiced tongue and Squall couldn’t help but lick his lips when Irvine finally pulled away.
“Huh?”
“Tired of indirectly kissing you, Squall."
Title: strip (Irvine/Squall)
Author's Notes: Squall can't help himself
“I’m hot,” Squall complained, steps not entirely steady and words slurred.
“Yeah but that’s no reason to drop clothes everywhere,” Irvine said as he picked up Squall’s shirt. He already had Squall's gloves and jacket.
There was a quiet clink of metal on concrete and Irvine’s eyes widened as Squall’s belts began to hit the ground.
Irvine could feel all of Squall when he saved him from falling over and knew he was lost as arms wrapped around him and pulled him down for a kiss. He could only hope Squall would remember he started it.
Title: Tease (Squall, Seifer, Zell, Irvine)
Author's Notes: I'm thinking there's definitely a 4some going on in my head with this week's prompt.
“You're a lightweight, Squall,” Seifer said, nudging the form on the floor with a bare foot. “Even Zell has managed more drinks than you.”
“By one,” came the indignant reply, Squall’s hand reaching out to slap Seifer and missing by a mile. “You all have more fat that's all.”
“Are you calling me fat?” Irvine and Seifer both said at once, grinning at each other. Drunk Squall was too entertaining.
“Maybe...don’t know," Squall replied and Seifer sucked in a breath as Squall licked his ankle. "Are you fat?"
Squall's coy smile was entirely too tempting to refuse.
Title: underage (Seifer, Zell, Quistis)
Author's Notes: quistis probably likes a glass of wine while marking class papers
“Seifer," Zell whispered a little too loudly. "Did you see they have alcohol in the next aisle?”
“Hyne, Zell, please don’t act your age," Seifer groaned. "I was thinking of picking up something but with you acting like this, I’m going to get carded for sure.”
“Is that Instructor Trepe?” Zell asked, pointing.
The two blonds watched Quistis smile and make small talk with the cashier who packed her wine purchase and took her cash without asking any questions.
“No way. How did she not get asked for I.D?”
“Zell, would you question someone carrying a whip?”
Expect more sometime next week for the current prompt. More than this list though because I'm being double teamed by two other writers and I'm going to give them a run for the top spot. Anyone who wants to write for team Galbadia...I would love your company ;)
Title: Remembrance (Laguna/Raine, Kiros)
Author's Notes: Thoughts of happier times.
One day of every year Laguna allowed no meetings or calls. He wouldn’t even be in the city if someone tried to contact him. Early in the morning he’d go buy a specific bottle of wine, not for the name or price. It was because it was his beloved's favorite. Later when he arrived in Winhill, Laguna would make the trek to see his wife alone, Kiros trailing discreetly in the distance. By evening, fresh picked wild flowers were by her grave and Laguna would mark the happiest night of his life. The night Raine had said yes.
Title: Dreaming (implied Seifer/Squall, past Seifer/Rinoa, Ellone, Laguna)
Author's Notes: People keep all kinds of secrets
Totally by accident everyone learned Ellone and alcohol don’t mix. A glass of wine with dinner was one thing, hard spirits another entirely and Laguna never thought to warn of his misadventures thanks to a drunk time-sorceress.
So when Squall and Rinoa awoke from their unexpected naps, Rinoa sighed wistfully at dreaming of her first night with Seifer and wondered if she should call him. Squall summoned Seifer to his office and asked him to explain why he’d been thinking of him instead of Rinoa.
Some days later, Ellone received an unexplained 'thank you' from Seifer and Squall.
Title: Orders (Irvine/Laguna/Squall)
Author's Notes: Irvine is more than just a cowboy ;)
There was something very wrong in hearing Squall announce that he wanted to order a cock-sucking cowboy. Irvine wasn’t sure if it was the slight slur to Squall’s words or the rather direct stare he received from the gunblader. An elbow in his side distracted him from those blue eyes and he glanced at Laguna.
“You going to let him do that?” the older man asked, waving a half-full bottle of good Galbadian whiskey in his son’s direction. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“It does,” Irvine agreed, smiling at Squall. "I'm right here, darlin'. Come get some."
Title: Pretender (Irvine)
Author's Notes: There are benefits to being the sober one.
Contrary to popular belief at Galbadia Garden, Irvine did not drink alcohol. Which was a good thing seeing as it meant he remembered more when drinks were passed around and secrets became easier to discover thanks to loosened tongues. Carefully gained information he promised to put to good use.
That others thought he did drink meant his bluff was successful. He wasn’t particularly proud that he was able to fool people and almost hoped they would find out. First though he had to use the information gained to save them all, including the possessed sorceress trying to enslave everyone.
Title: Squirm (Squall, Zell, Irvine, Seifer)
Author's Notes: Shirtless Squall
“Squall, ya gotta stay still.”
“I’m trying, Zell. Irvine isn’t helping.”
“Don’t spill my drink, sweetheart. I might have to punish you.”
“Your dick isn’t much of a punishment. Besides, I’m thinking Leonhart might just want some.”
Squall glared at Seifer and resisted the urge to buck up as Irvine’s tongue traced its way across his bared stomach. How he got talked into this he couldn't remember. Twitching the wrong way would mean spilling the carefully balanced shot glasses that were Irvine’s goal. Supposedly. Irvine seemed more intent on watching their Commander squirm.
Title: Spiked (implied Seifer/Squall)
Author's Notes: Some nutter adds alcohol to the celebratory punch
The celebration marking the defeat of the Sorceress had been going well until someone spiked the punch.
Luckily, Irvine remembered his manners and didn’t hit on Edea too much. The same couldn’t be said for Zell who called his new girlfriend Fuujin three times. Quistis avoided the punch and so along with Selphie witnessed Rinoa slapping Squall and announcing rather loudly ‘I’m not Seifer!’ before grabbing Angelo and leaving.
The following day everyone blamed the punch but Quistis knew otherwise. Squall never touched the punch and had been in love with Seifer since he'd arrived at Garden.
Title: Three (Seifer/Irvine/Squall)
Author's Notes: Squall’s reasonable after a few drinks
It took three drinks to get Squall onto the dance floor. One helped him forget the press of people that packed into the club. The second took the edge off the thumping bass while the third was for dancing, barely swallowed before he was lead to the floor.
Arms wrapped around him and hands slipped into the pockets of his jeans, pulling him flush up against Irvine as he moved to the beat that vibrated around them. Seifer joined them, one hand sliding into a front pocket, chest warm on Squall's back. He didn't mind their possessiveness after three drinks.
Title: Shagged (Squall, implied Irvine/Zell)
Author's Notes: Irvine Kinneas makes SeeD
Squall sighed very softly as Zell stumbled into his office and complained about how bright everything was.
“If it’s self-inflicted I have no sympathy. Mission report now.”
“C’mon Squall, a little pity please. My head is pounding here,” Zell whined as he carefully sat down. “It’s all Irvine’s fault. He’s the one who took me out to celebrate his first official SeeD mission. Even got me back to Garden last night. Guess he couldn’t get into my room and just tossed me in his bed. Although since when has drinking made my ass sore?”
Title: Side-effects (Squall, Zell, Seifer)
Author's Notes: Downside of being a Knight
“Squall?” Zell asked, quickly changing his voice to a whisper when Squall winced. “You look really green.”
“Don’t talk to me,” Squall hissed.
“Looks like a hangover to me," Seifer chuckled, sounding entirely too pleased at Squall's discomfort. "Were you drinking without us, Leonhart?”
“Fuck off.”
“No. You’re in no condition to give me orders," Seifer argued. "What the hell did you drink anyway? Never seen you like this.”
“I didn’t," Squall whispered, obviously in much pain. "Rinoa did.”
“Shit. Poor bastard. Let's get him to Dr.K, Zell. Surely she has something for magically transferred hangovers."
Title: Insight (Squall, Irvine, Seifer)
Author's Notes: Irvine shows he can be thoughtful of others
Squall’s first drink was thanks to Irvine, a tiny silver hip-flask pulled from one of the many pockets of the sniper’s duster and handed over in silence after they had left Galbadia Garden. He wasn’t sure what to think until he looked into Irvine’s eyes and saw understanding. He knew what it meant to loose someone unexpectedly.
Squall coughed a little as the alcohol burned its way down his throat and warmed his insides. The second mouthful was easier and he nodded his thanks and handed it back.
He hoped Seifer’s passing has been painless.
Title: Sharing (Irvine/Squall)
Author's Notes: A first kiss
Squall thought nothing of sharing Irvine’s drinks, of watching the sniper’s lips press against the mouth of the bottle as it was tilted up, the tongue chasing up stray drops of alcohol or the slow smile that followed. Taking the bottle, he was about to lift it to his own lips when Irvine’s fingers slid into his hair and warm lips pressed against his. His partly opened mouth was easily plundered by Irvine’s practiced tongue and Squall couldn’t help but lick his lips when Irvine finally pulled away.
“Huh?”
“Tired of indirectly kissing you, Squall."
Title: strip (Irvine/Squall)
Author's Notes: Squall can't help himself
“I’m hot,” Squall complained, steps not entirely steady and words slurred.
“Yeah but that’s no reason to drop clothes everywhere,” Irvine said as he picked up Squall’s shirt. He already had Squall's gloves and jacket.
There was a quiet clink of metal on concrete and Irvine’s eyes widened as Squall’s belts began to hit the ground.
Irvine could feel all of Squall when he saved him from falling over and knew he was lost as arms wrapped around him and pulled him down for a kiss. He could only hope Squall would remember he started it.
Title: Tease (Squall, Seifer, Zell, Irvine)
Author's Notes: I'm thinking there's definitely a 4some going on in my head with this week's prompt.
“You're a lightweight, Squall,” Seifer said, nudging the form on the floor with a bare foot. “Even Zell has managed more drinks than you.”
“By one,” came the indignant reply, Squall’s hand reaching out to slap Seifer and missing by a mile. “You all have more fat that's all.”
“Are you calling me fat?” Irvine and Seifer both said at once, grinning at each other. Drunk Squall was too entertaining.
“Maybe...don’t know," Squall replied and Seifer sucked in a breath as Squall licked his ankle. "Are you fat?"
Squall's coy smile was entirely too tempting to refuse.
Title: underage (Seifer, Zell, Quistis)
Author's Notes: quistis probably likes a glass of wine while marking class papers
“Seifer," Zell whispered a little too loudly. "Did you see they have alcohol in the next aisle?”
“Hyne, Zell, please don’t act your age," Seifer groaned. "I was thinking of picking up something but with you acting like this, I’m going to get carded for sure.”
“Is that Instructor Trepe?” Zell asked, pointing.
The two blonds watched Quistis smile and make small talk with the cashier who packed her wine purchase and took her cash without asking any questions.
“No way. How did she not get asked for I.D?”
“Zell, would you question someone carrying a whip?”
Expect more sometime next week for the current prompt. More than this list though because I'm being double teamed by two other writers and I'm going to give them a run for the top spot. Anyone who wants to write for team Galbadia...I would love your company ;)
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I have trouble picking just one. I think I like one then and remember another >.> For me it's Three I think for hotness and Insight for Irvine characterness. I'm on a wee Irvine only kick for some of the drabbles, kinda a filling in the gaps type thing. I luffs Irvine XD
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I think once something hits me, I'll probably come up with some and join in with Galbadia this go round. Right now, i'm pulling blanks and it's not so fun.
Sometimes I feel the same way, just being able to write a bunch and put them out there is a yay factor in my own mind. So you're not so strange like that.. or we're strange like that together! ^_^
Edit: also, new FF8 icons = pretty! where did you find those?
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Maybe start with a character and go from there? I started with Laguna and Raine at the top of my list and I think I've got Ma Dincht down the bottom. I put down ideas first and them matched them to characters unless it was a character specific one from the start aka Raine;s grave. Laguna hurt reads so good which is kinda crazy. You'll find something to write soon. My current one is heading in the porny directing :3
We're strange together! *HUGS*
The new icons are because I needed some specific character ones so I dug up some old fan arts I have had on the compy literally for years. I'm not even sure if the site is still there but looking at the original pics they seem to be AU style fanart, maybe for a fic or something. Want me to send them your way?
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I've actually started writing one! I was editing my entry previously here and got smacked in the head. So I'm writing! ^__^
I think I'll try with picking a character and seeing what they give me for the word. I think there might be a huge looming silent man that isn't Rude for once. Go Ward!
LOL i so read that as "heading in the pony directing" and i was all "...." Had to reread it a couple times. My mind then gave me porny pony and I'm like "that's a bad irvine fic...bad. so bad."
Ahh the old fan arts. I love them!
I would love it if you sent them my way! ^_^
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Actually it's Seifer and Zell doing the porny thing...in the girls bathroom no less. I probably should post that as soon as I get it written. Have been distracted by food and mum is home now so even more distracted.
Am trying to upload them to my lj scrapbook but it's not working. Wanna pm me your email addy and I'll send them direct? My fave for face is Seifer and Irvine...I'm a little disappointed by the Squall one. He and Zell have that fresh just over shota look to them >.>
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He claims he has a small but decent collection. She's not a porn star...but apparently they make great movies together! *dies*
Girls bathroom!! eeeee yes post!
HI MUM! *waves*
I pm'ed you.
Squall and Zell totally look shota. wow. Squall looks very petulant in a young way. *pets the little Squall*
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I really need to download this game from PSN so I can play it again, it's been too long!
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