#hiraitz

trope central / somehow still accepting

⎈ My character pins yours to the ground while fighting/sparring. 

Okay, maybe he hadn’t expected Tidus to be that good at fighting.

He’d seen him in action, and his methods were... questionable. He wasn’t terrible, hell knows he wouldn’t have been called here if he wasn’t able to take care of himself, and Squall had seen him hold his own against a good few capable fighters.

But he wasn’t... polished. It was clear from everything from his stance to his footwork to the directions he swung that he was more than likely self taught. His style of swordwork was haphazard and sloppy, and to someone who’d spent a life dedicated to it? Well, it made him cringe if he watched for too long.

So when he’d offered to spar, it was more just an excuse to give him a few pointers.

He hadn’t expected said methods to be as effective as they clearly were against him, overwhelming him easily with speed and unreadable movements. He’d known Tidus was a force to be reckoned with, but this was a shock.

So once he’d sent Squall sprawling to the ground in a matter of minutes, kneeling over him with his weapon poked in the ground beside him and that damned grin plastered over his face, he didn’t really have it in him to do much more than stare up at him, wide eyed and chest rising and falling as he gasped for air.

“Tidus, I believe I heard them say? A pleasure to meet yet another of Lady Yuna’s capable Guardians.”

He’s approached him off to the side, just away from the others so their conversation won’t be more than gentle murmur. Not that it would make a difference; he has no plans of making this anything more than friendly chatter.

He smiles down at him, a warm but political expression, hands clasped over one another in front of himself.

what about squack fairhart, then u got a full name

this is so cute but also imagine noct teaching tidus how to use a phone

SOUNDTRACKS | accepting 

LA CALLING - crystal fighters

kisses / accepting 

💋 a kiss of the receiver’s choice 

💘 a kiss goodbye

There’s no time. There’s no time and that’s all he can think, as the world disintegrates around them.

He should say something, say anything, but there’s no time to think of what. What could he say, anyways? He’s never been one for words, and he’s wasting time trying to think of how he could possibly say goodbye to someone who’s somehow taken up such residence in his heart so quickly.

Especially when he knows neither will remember such a speech, anyways.

That’s not stopping Tidus, though, Squall can see his lips moving as he says something. He can’t hear whatever it is, the panic rushing through his mind drowning out any sound, as much as he wishes he could. Doesn’t want to say goodbye to that voice, not yet.

Doesn’t want to say goodbye to any of it. The sight of him, the trust he’s placed in him, any of what they’ve built together.

But he has to, has known for ages this time they had wasn’t forever, and now he’s running out of time to say something.

So Squall chooses to say nothing, reaching forward to cup Tidus’ face in his hands and pull him in mid-sentence, kissing him as hard as he possibly can. It’s messy, and it’s desperate, any other day he would’ve given so much more care to it, but it’s not any other day. But somehow, it’s so perfectly them.

Squall presses his body against Tidus’ as he all but clings to him, as if hoping he won’t vanish right out from under him like he knows he’s going to. Prays to any damn deity out there that’s listening, one of them has to be, right? Don’t take him. Please.