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Written for the previous round where the prompt was mistaken identity.
Title: Caller
Characters/Pairings: Irvine/Laguna/Squall
Rating: pg-13
Author's Notes: like father, like son. sort of.
Squall thought nothing of grabbing his father's phone off the table when Irvine's ring tone played.
“Hey.”
“Hey handsome,” Irvine’s voice purred into Squall’s ear. “I was thinking we should go up to the mountains, just the three of us. They have cabins with private hot springs. We could drag your workaholic son away from Garden shag him silly. What do you think?”
“Irvine…this is Squall.”
“Damn, you so sound like Laguna. There goes my big surprise.”
“Oh I think we can still use it. Call me later,” Squall replied, smiling as Laguna returned with their lunch.
Title: Dress
Characters/Pairings: Squall, Kiros, Laguna, mention of Selphie
Rating: G
Author's Notes: yes it is yellow
Dressed by Selphie, Squall thought nothing of the wig, makeup and dress until he’d entered the ballroom of the Estharian Presidential palace and immediately been escorted to a small side room.
“Who are you and why are you here?” Kiros asked, looking ready to attack.
“SeeD Squall Leonhart reporting for undercover guard duty as requested by your office, sir.”
“Squall? Well I never...” Kiros murmured, looking Squall over from head to toe. “The resemblance...”
"Here you are," Laguna's voice sounded from the doorway. "I thought you'd...R-Raine?"
Only Kiros' speed saved Laguna from hitting the floor as he fainted.
Title: Impulse
Characters/Pairings: Seifer, Squall, Zell
Rating: M
Author's Notes: Seifer really should think out his actions
Seifer enjoyed nothing more than the tight of white undies stretched across a finely toned ass and freaking Zell out. The chance to take pleasure in both was too good to pass up.
Sneaking across the empty locker room on his bare feet, Seifer grabbed slim hips and pulled that firm ass against his towel covered cock. Before he could even blink, Seifer found his feet swept from under him, head banging hard on the tiled floor.
“What are you doing?” Squall asked.
“Fuck, Leonhart, I thought you were Zell. Never knew you looked this good under all that leather."
I so must get motivated to write more *sighs at mindblank* The latest prompt is 'sleep' and you'd think that Irvine would be telling me all about what he believes sleep is for but yeah, none of them are talking to me *pouts*
Title: Caller
Characters/Pairings: Irvine/Laguna/Squall
Rating: pg-13
Author's Notes: like father, like son. sort of.
Squall thought nothing of grabbing his father's phone off the table when Irvine's ring tone played.
“Hey.”
“Hey handsome,” Irvine’s voice purred into Squall’s ear. “I was thinking we should go up to the mountains, just the three of us. They have cabins with private hot springs. We could drag your workaholic son away from Garden shag him silly. What do you think?”
“Irvine…this is Squall.”
“Damn, you so sound like Laguna. There goes my big surprise.”
“Oh I think we can still use it. Call me later,” Squall replied, smiling as Laguna returned with their lunch.
Title: Dress
Characters/Pairings: Squall, Kiros, Laguna, mention of Selphie
Rating: G
Author's Notes: yes it is yellow
Dressed by Selphie, Squall thought nothing of the wig, makeup and dress until he’d entered the ballroom of the Estharian Presidential palace and immediately been escorted to a small side room.
“Who are you and why are you here?” Kiros asked, looking ready to attack.
“SeeD Squall Leonhart reporting for undercover guard duty as requested by your office, sir.”
“Squall? Well I never...” Kiros murmured, looking Squall over from head to toe. “The resemblance...”
"Here you are," Laguna's voice sounded from the doorway. "I thought you'd...R-Raine?"
Only Kiros' speed saved Laguna from hitting the floor as he fainted.
Title: Impulse
Characters/Pairings: Seifer, Squall, Zell
Rating: M
Author's Notes: Seifer really should think out his actions
Seifer enjoyed nothing more than the tight of white undies stretched across a finely toned ass and freaking Zell out. The chance to take pleasure in both was too good to pass up.
Sneaking across the empty locker room on his bare feet, Seifer grabbed slim hips and pulled that firm ass against his towel covered cock. Before he could even blink, Seifer found his feet swept from under him, head banging hard on the tiled floor.
“What are you doing?” Squall asked.
“Fuck, Leonhart, I thought you were Zell. Never knew you looked this good under all that leather."
I so must get motivated to write more *sighs at mindblank* The latest prompt is 'sleep' and you'd think that Irvine would be telling me all about what he believes sleep is for but yeah, none of them are talking to me *pouts*
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Raine... ;A; I'd love to see that drabble illustrated somehow.
Love that Seifer mistook Squall for Zell, lol, even though I don't know how it could happen. He probably wasn't paying attention to anything above the waist. ;D
*motivates!*
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Bah, I just wish I had the time to write! Working a full-time job, going to school, and driving downtown for all of those hockey games are finally getting to me. At least I only have a little more than a week left of school (for now...), so that will be a major relief. And I doubt the Avs will last long in the playoffs, which means there's probably only a couple more games after this one. More time is coming! Now, if only my muses would play along.