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So this week...um last week actually, the word was 'dirty'. It was much fun. I have a few faves but each time I read these that changes. There's a genderswitch warning for one (thank Cyd for talking me into writing it) and a few that are nsfw. Quite a few characters so there's a little something for everyone to enjoy I think :) Am now going to watch the last couple skaters and not think about Evan's thighs encased in black. I still don't like his poncy feather outfit, the one with the snakes a little better but his thighs and ass were all I was watching in that performance >.> Those long legs would wrap around someone so very well...um go read the ficlets now please ^^;
Title: Pictures (Laguna/Raine, Ellone)
Author's Notes: happier times
Laguna had very few pictures of Raine. She didn't like cameras and Laguna respected that. Mostly. During their short time together he’d managed to sneak in a few candid shots, usually of Raine sleeping or playing with Ellone.
His favourite picture though was the only one she’d willingly posed for, besides a few wedding pictures. Raine had thought she’d hidden herself behind the small pot of tulips but Laguna had managed to focus beyond her dirty fingers holding it in front of her face, to her eyes peeking between the flowers. Laughing eyes smiling just for him.
Title: Rain (Laguna/Raine)
Author's Notes: tissues may be required
It was raining in Winhill when Laguna first visited the lone grave on the rise of a hill not far from the town. He would have liked to have come on a sunny day…or to not have been there at all. At home in the upstairs bedroom, Raine by his side as they ignored the miserable day outside is where they both should have been. Instead he carefully knelt on the sodden ground, uncaring of how dirty his pants got in the mud, to place a gentle kiss to cold stone, promising to return as soon as time allowed.
Title: Clean (Kiros, Laguna, Ward)
Author's Notes: he's the head of Esthar and thus should be allowed to do anything
Kiros refused to summon a maid to clean up the mess. Laguna was the one who wanted a small garden on his balcony and so he could be responsible for it.
Earlier Laguna and Ward had carried everything needed into the Presidential rooms - pots made especially by the Shumi at Laguna’s request, bags of fertile earth from Winhill and pebbles from Balamb. Things had been going fine until Laguna had tripped over his own feet, the bag of soil he’d been carrying spilling everywhere.
Kiros sighed in defeat when an automated robot quietly vacuumed the dirty floor.
Title: Scar (Seifer, Squall, mention of Dr.K)
Author's Notes: Seifer is strong. Can carry Squall *sporfles*
“Geez, Leonhart, you’re like some princess fainting at the sight of blood,” Seifer told the unconscious teen in his arms. “Lucky I caught you and saved you from a face full of rocks.”
Seifer hadn’t been expecting Squall to fall over after the slice that was a painful ache across Seifer’s forehead.
“Maybe it was a bad idea to hit you with a fire spell but you’re getting good,” Seifer mumbled, checking Squall’s seeping wound to make sure it was only bloody and not actually dirty. Dr.K was going to kill him for this.
Title: Harassment (Martine, Irvine, random SeeD)
Author's Notes: chibi!Irivne kicks ass
Martine saved himself much paperwork by pulling Irvine off of the second year SeeD. He grabbed the barrel of Irvine's rifle and hauled him upwards, narrowly preventing a broken nose. Irvine didn’t let go his of weapon, something which pleased Martine greatly.
“Headmaster!”
He watched the group of SeeD’s snap to attention. The only two dirty were Irvine and his bloodied opponent.
“Hazing of cadets is against Garden policies. Go wait outside my office."
Turning to Irvine, Martine took in his dusty appearance.
"They dump you in the desert?"
Irvine just smiled and emptied his boots of sand.
Title: Guardian (Squall, Shiva)
Author's Notes: Squall off battling things
Squall hated fighting in the rain. Monsters could slip over as they attacked you, altering a defense or counter-attack to hopefully getting out of the way in time. It made weapons harder to hold onto, your grip not quite as comfortable as it should be.
Such was his current predicament. Weapon knocked away at the wrong moment by a dragon, Squall quickly summoned Shiva for assistance. She appeared immediately and thus received a slash intended for Squall from a tail coated in mud. Shiva's fury at getting dirty seared across Squall's mind as millions of ice shards killed the dragon.
Title: Draw (Squall, Zell, Selphie)
Author's Notes: there be crack right here! possible squick too XDDDDD
Squall couldn’t spare a glance as Zell whimpered beside him. He had to finish off the Elvoret before it attacked again. Least we managed to draw the guardian force trapped within it, he thought as he landed a solid slash. The Elvoret screamed, attacking them all. Squall moved quickly to protect Zell, his counter-attack the killing blow.
“Zell?” Squall heard Selphie call softly.
“I’m so not drawing guardian forces from monsters again,” Zell said as he stood up, shuddering in distaste. “That thing was eying off the radio dish and thinking of mating with it. I feel dirty.”
Title: Stinky (Irvine, Selphie, Zell)
Author's Notes: monsters do not bathe in pretty smelling things
“Why are the monsters so dirty?” Selphie asked Irvine as he kicked the abyss worm they'd defeated.
“Monsters sweat so I guess stuff sticks to them. It doesn’t rain very often in the desert. You get used to it, the smell and all that.”
“You lived in the desert?”
"Yep, part of survival training. First thing I did returning Galbadia G was burn my clothes…Just like Zell is going to have to burn his gloves.”
“Shoes too," Zell grumbled, holding his hands far from his nose. "It's not my fault my fighting style makes me touch stinky monsters."
Title: Scented (Seifer/Zell)
Author's Notes: (R) cleaning duties
Zell couldn’t understand how cleaning the girls toilets was a punishment. Assigned by Seifer for running through the corridors, Zell found out exactly what the girls bathroom looked like without sneaking in.
For starters, it wasn’t really dirty and there were all kinds of creams and moisturizers on the sinks. They made the room smell nice.
The scent of lemon filled the air as Seifer leaned over for more moisturizer, Zell now slick enough for something bigger.
Definitely not a punishment.
As Seifer's cock slid into him Zell hoped the 'cleaning in progress' sign outside would been noticed.
Title: Home (Squall, Seifer, Raijin, Fuujin)
Author's Notes: protecting those that matter
When Rai and Fuu returned to Balamb alone, Squall quietly left Garden and headed for the Tomb near Dollet. That was where Seifer made them run away from the revenge seekers after his head a month previous and they hadn’t seen him since.
Stupid noble idiot.
The men who held Seifer were renegade Galbadian soldiers whom Squall quickly dispatched. He found Seifer in a room at the back, a dirty, bloody, barely conscious figure in a dirty room.
“Here to taunt me again, Leonhart?” Seifer asked, voice a painfully raw whisper.
“No, I’m here to take you home.”
Title: Statue (Laguna, Shumi, Moomba)
Author's Notes: he was the perfect man for the job ;)
The sound of a man hard at work was strange to hear within the Shumi village, most preferring to keep the outside world far away. It brought a smile to Shumi and Moomba alike to see their impromptu guest up and well again after finding him near death in the snow.
Laguna grunted as he pushed the cart carrying the large stone into the workshop. He was more dirty that it was.
"Here's your stone that's a head taller than me. What will you make from it?"
"A statue," the Shumi smiled mysteriously. "Of a man destined for great things."
Title: Old (Laguna/Selphie)
Author's Notes: cos anything is possible
She called him a dirty old man and Laguna couldn’t help but agree. Everything that happened though was her fault. The long letters, the phone calls. Spending time together whenever he visited his son. It had seemed the most natural thing in the world to lean over and kiss her laughing mouth, to draw that happiness into him and offer what he could in return. The difference in age didn't matter. What mattered was how he felt to see the sparkle in her eye just for him, the love that started as hero worship and became so much more.
Title: Lick (Irvine/Zell)
Author's Notes: (nc-17)Irvine has a talented mouth
Zell's night was going really well. There'd been drinks and great music. Then a slower song played. Irvine grabbed Zell and trapped him within his arms, grinning. Zell didn’t mind, the slow sway was quite soothing. He hadn't realized they'd left the floor or that he was hard until Irvine’s mouth wrapped around his cock, pants pooled at his ankles. His first time with a guy and Zell spurted hotly down Irvine's throat.
"That's dirty, Irvine," Zell mumbled when Irvine licked his lips.
"You can thank me later for not letting you make a mess of your pants."
Title: Shower (Seifer/Squall)
Author's Notes: (R) Seifer the sweet-talker :D
“You’ve got Grat guts in your hair," Seifer announced, grabbing Squall's shampoo and beginning to rub it though Squall's hair.
“What have I told you about touching in public?” Squall said as he leaned into the massage.
“Only the crazy people are up at this hour," Seifer murmured, soapy hands sliding easily along Squall's wet skin. "No one will see me washing your dirty hair.”
“I didn't get Grat guts in my pants, Seifer.”
“Oh I’m just making sure you’re clean all over," Seifer purred.
“Any excuse," Squall groaned, cock hardening in Seifer's hold.
"You know it."
Title: Movie (Laguna)
Author's Notes: you're bound to get dirty when you're a klutz
Laguna knew he was going to get dirty. His costume was too tight and shiny, restricting his movements and the gunblade was not quite as heavy as he remembered. He’d almost gone face first into the ground after his first couple steps in the annoying getup, saved from tripping over his own feet by Ward.
Stupid director choosing an amateur like me for his movie. The pay better be good. Stupid costume. I’m going to pull some muscles using this fake gunblade.
Swinging the blade a few times, Laguna sighed. He was ready.
Time to be a hero.
Title: Thinking (Irvine, Zell, Selphie, Quistis, Squall)
Author's Notes: Irvine has such a lovely perverted mind
Walking across the grass at Galbadia Garden, Irvine smiled at his childhood friends.
Zell still has too much energy. I bet he lasts all night long.
Sefie…that’s Selphie? Wow. Mmmm that dress is just made for a quickie.
Hel~lo Quistis. With that whip you can be in charge of me any time.
Squall looks like he's got a stick up his ass. I have something much better to replace it with.
Irvine’s smile and dirty thoughts came to an abrupt halt at the blank stares when Martine introduced him.
Awww, don't tell me they forgot me?
Title: Undercover (Squall, Leviathan, Minotaur)
Author's Notes: pit fighting - gf style
Squall knew what to expect inside the cave but was surprised by the scale of it.
The arena was bigger than the hockey rink at Galbadia. Completely fenced, the large 'electrified fence' warning signs did little to disrupt the view of the mud pit inside.
A roar went up from the crowd as the doors of the enclosure opened. Leviathan entered the arena through one door, its cry sharp and defiant. At the other end Minotaur roared his challenge, alone without Sacred.
It would be a dirty fight, one that Squall would stop when he shut the underground operation down.
Title: Skills (Squall)
Author's Notes: sewing is a great skill...really
Squall sighed and held up his battle damaged jacket. It wasn’t too bad really. The sleeves were bloody but intact, white fur trim a little dirty. The hem though where sharp claws had ripped through the tough leather fabric had to go. Resigning himself to having his favourite jacket shortened, Squall pulled his knife from his boot and cut off the tattered hem. From his pack he pulled his small sewing kit. By the time the cockatrice that had ripped his jacket was ready to eat, Squall had finished his sewing, small stitches nearly invisible on the new hemline.
Title: Ancient (Odin)
Author's Notes: thoughts of the ancient Odin
Odin found he missed the dusty halls of the Centra Ruins and the shuffle of dirty Tonberry feet. He’d been gone too long helping those who had defeated him. Not that he helped too often, Odin quite surprised by the abilities of the young humans that sought to end the threat of the sorceress.
But what was time to one such as him. He who had been old when the world was young, had seen the Centra lands flourishing before the lunar cry brought destruction.
It had been quiet with just the Tonberrys for company. He missed that peace.
Title: Switched (Quistis, Squall, Odine)
Author's Notes: never touch something Odine hands you
Quistis frowned at the sound of water running. Surely Squall didn’t think this was something he could wash off.
“Squall, I’m coming in.”
Letting herself into the bathroom, Quistis leaned near the closed shower door.
“Squall?”
“Sorry, Quistis. I’ll buy a new skirt.”
Looking at the clothing on the floor, Quistis’s gut clenched at the spots of blood. Her body had such bad timing.
“It’s not your fault it's dirty. Blame Odine for this mess.”
And what a mess it was. Stuck in the other's body because of a sorceress relic. Odine was so dead.
Title: Pictures (Laguna/Raine, Ellone)
Author's Notes: happier times
Laguna had very few pictures of Raine. She didn't like cameras and Laguna respected that. Mostly. During their short time together he’d managed to sneak in a few candid shots, usually of Raine sleeping or playing with Ellone.
His favourite picture though was the only one she’d willingly posed for, besides a few wedding pictures. Raine had thought she’d hidden herself behind the small pot of tulips but Laguna had managed to focus beyond her dirty fingers holding it in front of her face, to her eyes peeking between the flowers. Laughing eyes smiling just for him.
Title: Rain (Laguna/Raine)
Author's Notes: tissues may be required
It was raining in Winhill when Laguna first visited the lone grave on the rise of a hill not far from the town. He would have liked to have come on a sunny day…or to not have been there at all. At home in the upstairs bedroom, Raine by his side as they ignored the miserable day outside is where they both should have been. Instead he carefully knelt on the sodden ground, uncaring of how dirty his pants got in the mud, to place a gentle kiss to cold stone, promising to return as soon as time allowed.
Title: Clean (Kiros, Laguna, Ward)
Author's Notes: he's the head of Esthar and thus should be allowed to do anything
Kiros refused to summon a maid to clean up the mess. Laguna was the one who wanted a small garden on his balcony and so he could be responsible for it.
Earlier Laguna and Ward had carried everything needed into the Presidential rooms - pots made especially by the Shumi at Laguna’s request, bags of fertile earth from Winhill and pebbles from Balamb. Things had been going fine until Laguna had tripped over his own feet, the bag of soil he’d been carrying spilling everywhere.
Kiros sighed in defeat when an automated robot quietly vacuumed the dirty floor.
Title: Scar (Seifer, Squall, mention of Dr.K)
Author's Notes: Seifer is strong. Can carry Squall *sporfles*
“Geez, Leonhart, you’re like some princess fainting at the sight of blood,” Seifer told the unconscious teen in his arms. “Lucky I caught you and saved you from a face full of rocks.”
Seifer hadn’t been expecting Squall to fall over after the slice that was a painful ache across Seifer’s forehead.
“Maybe it was a bad idea to hit you with a fire spell but you’re getting good,” Seifer mumbled, checking Squall’s seeping wound to make sure it was only bloody and not actually dirty. Dr.K was going to kill him for this.
Title: Harassment (Martine, Irvine, random SeeD)
Author's Notes: chibi!Irivne kicks ass
Martine saved himself much paperwork by pulling Irvine off of the second year SeeD. He grabbed the barrel of Irvine's rifle and hauled him upwards, narrowly preventing a broken nose. Irvine didn’t let go his of weapon, something which pleased Martine greatly.
“Headmaster!”
He watched the group of SeeD’s snap to attention. The only two dirty were Irvine and his bloodied opponent.
“Hazing of cadets is against Garden policies. Go wait outside my office."
Turning to Irvine, Martine took in his dusty appearance.
"They dump you in the desert?"
Irvine just smiled and emptied his boots of sand.
Title: Guardian (Squall, Shiva)
Author's Notes: Squall off battling things
Squall hated fighting in the rain. Monsters could slip over as they attacked you, altering a defense or counter-attack to hopefully getting out of the way in time. It made weapons harder to hold onto, your grip not quite as comfortable as it should be.
Such was his current predicament. Weapon knocked away at the wrong moment by a dragon, Squall quickly summoned Shiva for assistance. She appeared immediately and thus received a slash intended for Squall from a tail coated in mud. Shiva's fury at getting dirty seared across Squall's mind as millions of ice shards killed the dragon.
Title: Draw (Squall, Zell, Selphie)
Author's Notes: there be crack right here! possible squick too XDDDDD
Squall couldn’t spare a glance as Zell whimpered beside him. He had to finish off the Elvoret before it attacked again. Least we managed to draw the guardian force trapped within it, he thought as he landed a solid slash. The Elvoret screamed, attacking them all. Squall moved quickly to protect Zell, his counter-attack the killing blow.
“Zell?” Squall heard Selphie call softly.
“I’m so not drawing guardian forces from monsters again,” Zell said as he stood up, shuddering in distaste. “That thing was eying off the radio dish and thinking of mating with it. I feel dirty.”
Title: Stinky (Irvine, Selphie, Zell)
Author's Notes: monsters do not bathe in pretty smelling things
“Why are the monsters so dirty?” Selphie asked Irvine as he kicked the abyss worm they'd defeated.
“Monsters sweat so I guess stuff sticks to them. It doesn’t rain very often in the desert. You get used to it, the smell and all that.”
“You lived in the desert?”
"Yep, part of survival training. First thing I did returning Galbadia G was burn my clothes…Just like Zell is going to have to burn his gloves.”
“Shoes too," Zell grumbled, holding his hands far from his nose. "It's not my fault my fighting style makes me touch stinky monsters."
Title: Scented (Seifer/Zell)
Author's Notes: (R) cleaning duties
Zell couldn’t understand how cleaning the girls toilets was a punishment. Assigned by Seifer for running through the corridors, Zell found out exactly what the girls bathroom looked like without sneaking in.
For starters, it wasn’t really dirty and there were all kinds of creams and moisturizers on the sinks. They made the room smell nice.
The scent of lemon filled the air as Seifer leaned over for more moisturizer, Zell now slick enough for something bigger.
Definitely not a punishment.
As Seifer's cock slid into him Zell hoped the 'cleaning in progress' sign outside would been noticed.
Title: Home (Squall, Seifer, Raijin, Fuujin)
Author's Notes: protecting those that matter
When Rai and Fuu returned to Balamb alone, Squall quietly left Garden and headed for the Tomb near Dollet. That was where Seifer made them run away from the revenge seekers after his head a month previous and they hadn’t seen him since.
Stupid noble idiot.
The men who held Seifer were renegade Galbadian soldiers whom Squall quickly dispatched. He found Seifer in a room at the back, a dirty, bloody, barely conscious figure in a dirty room.
“Here to taunt me again, Leonhart?” Seifer asked, voice a painfully raw whisper.
“No, I’m here to take you home.”
Title: Statue (Laguna, Shumi, Moomba)
Author's Notes: he was the perfect man for the job ;)
The sound of a man hard at work was strange to hear within the Shumi village, most preferring to keep the outside world far away. It brought a smile to Shumi and Moomba alike to see their impromptu guest up and well again after finding him near death in the snow.
Laguna grunted as he pushed the cart carrying the large stone into the workshop. He was more dirty that it was.
"Here's your stone that's a head taller than me. What will you make from it?"
"A statue," the Shumi smiled mysteriously. "Of a man destined for great things."
Title: Old (Laguna/Selphie)
Author's Notes: cos anything is possible
She called him a dirty old man and Laguna couldn’t help but agree. Everything that happened though was her fault. The long letters, the phone calls. Spending time together whenever he visited his son. It had seemed the most natural thing in the world to lean over and kiss her laughing mouth, to draw that happiness into him and offer what he could in return. The difference in age didn't matter. What mattered was how he felt to see the sparkle in her eye just for him, the love that started as hero worship and became so much more.
Title: Lick (Irvine/Zell)
Author's Notes: (nc-17)Irvine has a talented mouth
Zell's night was going really well. There'd been drinks and great music. Then a slower song played. Irvine grabbed Zell and trapped him within his arms, grinning. Zell didn’t mind, the slow sway was quite soothing. He hadn't realized they'd left the floor or that he was hard until Irvine’s mouth wrapped around his cock, pants pooled at his ankles. His first time with a guy and Zell spurted hotly down Irvine's throat.
"That's dirty, Irvine," Zell mumbled when Irvine licked his lips.
"You can thank me later for not letting you make a mess of your pants."
Title: Shower (Seifer/Squall)
Author's Notes: (R) Seifer the sweet-talker :D
“You’ve got Grat guts in your hair," Seifer announced, grabbing Squall's shampoo and beginning to rub it though Squall's hair.
“What have I told you about touching in public?” Squall said as he leaned into the massage.
“Only the crazy people are up at this hour," Seifer murmured, soapy hands sliding easily along Squall's wet skin. "No one will see me washing your dirty hair.”
“I didn't get Grat guts in my pants, Seifer.”
“Oh I’m just making sure you’re clean all over," Seifer purred.
“Any excuse," Squall groaned, cock hardening in Seifer's hold.
"You know it."
Title: Movie (Laguna)
Author's Notes: you're bound to get dirty when you're a klutz
Laguna knew he was going to get dirty. His costume was too tight and shiny, restricting his movements and the gunblade was not quite as heavy as he remembered. He’d almost gone face first into the ground after his first couple steps in the annoying getup, saved from tripping over his own feet by Ward.
Stupid director choosing an amateur like me for his movie. The pay better be good. Stupid costume. I’m going to pull some muscles using this fake gunblade.
Swinging the blade a few times, Laguna sighed. He was ready.
Time to be a hero.
Title: Thinking (Irvine, Zell, Selphie, Quistis, Squall)
Author's Notes: Irvine has such a lovely perverted mind
Walking across the grass at Galbadia Garden, Irvine smiled at his childhood friends.
Zell still has too much energy. I bet he lasts all night long.
Sefie…that’s Selphie? Wow. Mmmm that dress is just made for a quickie.
Hel~lo Quistis. With that whip you can be in charge of me any time.
Squall looks like he's got a stick up his ass. I have something much better to replace it with.
Irvine’s smile and dirty thoughts came to an abrupt halt at the blank stares when Martine introduced him.
Awww, don't tell me they forgot me?
Title: Undercover (Squall, Leviathan, Minotaur)
Author's Notes: pit fighting - gf style
Squall knew what to expect inside the cave but was surprised by the scale of it.
The arena was bigger than the hockey rink at Galbadia. Completely fenced, the large 'electrified fence' warning signs did little to disrupt the view of the mud pit inside.
A roar went up from the crowd as the doors of the enclosure opened. Leviathan entered the arena through one door, its cry sharp and defiant. At the other end Minotaur roared his challenge, alone without Sacred.
It would be a dirty fight, one that Squall would stop when he shut the underground operation down.
Title: Skills (Squall)
Author's Notes: sewing is a great skill...really
Squall sighed and held up his battle damaged jacket. It wasn’t too bad really. The sleeves were bloody but intact, white fur trim a little dirty. The hem though where sharp claws had ripped through the tough leather fabric had to go. Resigning himself to having his favourite jacket shortened, Squall pulled his knife from his boot and cut off the tattered hem. From his pack he pulled his small sewing kit. By the time the cockatrice that had ripped his jacket was ready to eat, Squall had finished his sewing, small stitches nearly invisible on the new hemline.
Title: Ancient (Odin)
Author's Notes: thoughts of the ancient Odin
Odin found he missed the dusty halls of the Centra Ruins and the shuffle of dirty Tonberry feet. He’d been gone too long helping those who had defeated him. Not that he helped too often, Odin quite surprised by the abilities of the young humans that sought to end the threat of the sorceress.
But what was time to one such as him. He who had been old when the world was young, had seen the Centra lands flourishing before the lunar cry brought destruction.
It had been quiet with just the Tonberrys for company. He missed that peace.
Title: Switched (Quistis, Squall, Odine)
Author's Notes: never touch something Odine hands you
Quistis frowned at the sound of water running. Surely Squall didn’t think this was something he could wash off.
“Squall, I’m coming in.”
Letting herself into the bathroom, Quistis leaned near the closed shower door.
“Squall?”
“Sorry, Quistis. I’ll buy a new skirt.”
Looking at the clothing on the floor, Quistis’s gut clenched at the spots of blood. Her body had such bad timing.
“It’s not your fault it's dirty. Blame Odine for this mess.”
And what a mess it was. Stuck in the other's body because of a sorceress relic. Odine was so dead.
