Noctis hadnât needed the Glaive to save him from that Behemoth â heâd totally had it covered and he wouldnât admit any differently, especially not out loud. He was just glad that Seifer hadnât decided to lecture him. If Cor or Gladio had been there, theyâd be chewing him out for letting his guard down for that brief second.
âIâd be a pretty crappy Prince if I couldnât warp.â The Crystalâs magic was his birthright and unlike the Glaive who essentially borrowed their magic from his father, Noctisâ connection was straight to the source. Warping had always come easy. Magic had been a little harder to control. For the longest time, whenever heâd use magic it was like opening up a floodgate and heâd lose control over it. He had a better handle over it now, but on occasion, a fire or lightning spell would spiral out of control.
âHow do you do that? Understand your enemyâs weak points?â
Noctis had always thought that training with the same handful of people was pointless. Gladio and Cor were both amazing warriors, but he knew how they fought. He didnât always win (never against Cor) but he knew how they fought. With an actual enemy, he wouldnât have that advantage.
Seiferâs question completely caught him off guard and he found his cheeks heating up as he stared blankly at the other.
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Do you like writing and building up background or NPC characters to your muse? AAAAND Whatâs an obscure or unusual hobby/interest of your muse?
Do you like writing and building up background or NPC characters to your muse?
There are some that are occasionally mentioned, but they're not necessarily fully fleshed out, if that makes sense? I do like adding background info for her, though! Most of it is generally based in Trabia since we know very little about her years as a student up there.
For instance, Selphie became a nunchaku specialist because she learned from another cadet a couple of years older than her in Trabia that had mastered the weapon long before she ever gained an interest in it. He'd returned to T-Garden once he became a SeeD, but unfortunately he didn't survive the missile attack, and is one of the graves she regularly visits when she makes trips up north.
I also hc that Trabia is run by a headmistress that Selphie kind of sees as a maternal figure. The whole Garden is tight-knit like its own family, too, hence why she cares so much about pretty much everyone there.
Whatâs an obscure or unusual hobby/interest of your muse?
Some of them might not be terribly obscure, like her obsession with music and the Garden Festival and her scary good skills in the Ragnarok without proper training. But along with her desire to collect all of Laguna's Timber Maniacs articles and making her friends keep an online journal of sorts?
With practice, she's gotten pretty decent at hacking into various kinds of systems and forging documents believable enough to be seen as official. Both of these are more down-low hobbies that she doesn't put on display for just anyone, but should the need arise for one or both of them, she's happy to oblige. She finds it fun!
[ text ] I think I broke something. One of my bones for sure. (Assume heâs drunk too lmaooo)
The last of her deliveries done and dusted, Aerith had been in the process of handing in the keys to the delivery van to clock out when she happened to check her phone.
Eyes wide she ripped the keys back out of the florists hand. âSorry! I forgot something!â
Ten minutes ago Seifer had texted. If she knew him, he hadnât done a damn thing about his maybe-for-sure broken bone.
[text] Where are you??
[text] Iâm coming to pick you up donât do anything else.
[text] Donât fucking send me a selfie, WHERE ARE YOU?
Cloud did not take kindly to that sudden grasp of his hips only to be dragged back into the metaphorical hell of that hotel room. He resists, hands gripping at the doorframe before the heat of Seiferâs breath turns his blood to wire, his body stilled against those scathing gut wrenching words which had his breath catch sharply in his throat.Â
Slowly, Cloud turns into that hot demanding breath, eyes narrowed and gleaming with a spiteful fury to meet with those cruel, unyielding emerald hues.Â
âStop acting like you O W N me!â a vicious hiss from between clenched teeth as the harsh kick of that door barres his escape. But heâs wrong, the realisation hitting him as forcefully as his back is slammed up against the hotel room wall, straining to retaliate with a gruff âThe hell is wrong with you?!â.Â
But Seifer is bigger than he is, stronger to boot, possibly the only true excuse he can formulate as to why Cloud gives up the effort to get away from him in that instance.Â
Because heâd forgotten he was little more than a toy to this man. A plaything to be used and thrown away on a whim.
Despite the basic principal that was at stake here, that Cloud had shown desire to take control of this situation, Seifer had once again snatched away his opportunity to gain the high ground with his violent rough housing. It wasnât enough that the slighter blond could feel the tell-tale throb of the bruise forming beneath the flesh of his cheek from the night previous when heâs grabbed about the face and kissed, oh, so savagely. There was always room for one more wound, always that deep-rooted twisted craving to taste the sharp tang of blood in his own mouth. To take pleasure in the pain Seifer inflicted.Â
But he liked it this way, didnât he? Even if he scowls distastefully at the man assaulting him anew who vocally confirms that fact, even when he purposely fails to answer why he hadnât bothered to finish him off before now, even as Cloud offers little more than a strangled grunt and a habitual jerk of his hips into Almasyâs hand, his own leaving sharp crescents in the skin of Seiferâs shoulders. There was a lot to be said about honing a body that would betray him so readily, that would merely just stand there and allow this supposed enemy unwrap him like a damn gift. Why did it turn him on so much, to be battered and humiliated in such a way? There was something wrong with him, there had to be, an inner musing that comes to light given the lascivious groan which rumbles deeply from the very bowels of his throat when the other grinds against him. When that ferocious kiss suddenly becomes something oddly akin to an unbridled sensuality.Â
Cloud responds, much against his own better judgement, allowing his debilitating addiction to this man consume whatever was left of his good sense; thighâs lifted and wrapped around Seiferâs waist, his hands entwined in impossibly soft locks of golden sun kissed hair. But it wasnât until that kiss was broken, when supple lips ghost over his jawline that a question posed to him caused the air to thicken in his lungs. And he just hangs there, breathâs heavy, staring wide eyed and stunned over the otherâs shoulder defying the facts as they shredded him apart from the inside out. Because what was it that Cloud Strife truly wanted?
âI want more than what youâre giving me... You throw me away time and again, I canât stand it anymore.âÂ
Cloud closes his eyes against the sheer gravity of those truthâs, denying them a voice as each and every word collapses in his throat with the weight of his own crippling shame. Was this really what heâd been reduced to, was this really how far heâd plummeted, for a man who didnât know the difference between affection and barbarity?Â
âI want to hate you...â were the only words he could form on his tongue. It was the closest thing to a confession he could muster knowing the character of that statement was not what Almasy would be requesting. Yet he gathers the stones he needs just then to look the man in the eye, without the force of harsh hands, without inflicting the pain they both loved so much, but the lust hanging there in his own bright ocean gaze was already ebbing with the steadying of each breath he inhaled.Â
âItâs weird that youâre even offering me a choice, has something changed?â He doesnât expect an answer, thus Cloud doesnât bother to wait for one. âDoesnât matter I suppose. I think you know what I want without me having to say it. Make me yours or cut me loose, yeah?â
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Final Fantasy 8 Fanfiction
Pairing: Seifer Almasy / Squall Leonhart
Chapter 4 is now up!
Outtake:
"Stay here tonight." Seifer heard himself say before his brain could catch on. Oh, this was great, a wonderful idea. What could possibly go wrong with him being stuck inside all night with Squall fucking Leonhart?
Final Fantasy 8 Fanfiction
Pairing: Seifer Almasy / Squall Leonhart
Chapter 3 is now up!
Outtake:
He lifted one hand, brought it up in front of the brunet and snipped his fingers a couple of times to see if he could provoke any kind of reaction, if staring at the other while standing right in front of him and calling his name didn't suffice.
As if stirred from a dream, there came a blink to the grey-blue eyes and they slowly lifted to meet his gaze, sending a jolt of all to well known fight reflex through the tall blond's nerves.
They had tended way too long to their rivalry for it to be any different. This always was the part where they declared just that never faltering competition of strength and wit to each other, sneering, jabbing, provoking, until they had to fight to settle the matter for good. And never for long. But nothing like that came from the brunet.
There wasn't even a spark of recognition in those staleblue eyes fixed on him, just the ennervating indifference that had driven Seifer up the walls on a regular basis.
"Have we met before?"
