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Title: It's just another 'thing'.
Description: Mpreg arc. I wrote this for Race's birthday, and it kept growing... and growing... Warning for MPreg, of course. Set in a world where time compression didn't end, and Squall's team failed in their battle against Ultimecia.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 520
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this.
“He wants what?”
“Chocolate covered peanuts and pineapple. Not together, but at the same time,” Raijin shrugged. “Pregnant, ya know? I asked him if he wanted something to eat, he said fruit and it took ten minutes to find out what he wanted. Then he asked about the peanuts when I was just going to check the kitchens.”
Seifer chuckled, shaking his head. “Where is he?”
“Library, Fuu said he wandered in with your trench coat, curled up in the window seat and used it like a blanket. When I found him, he was just watching the rain. I think he’s kinda down. Maybe you should go talk to him?”
“I’ll take them,” Seifer nodded, taking the two small bowls from Raijin’s hands. “I’ll see you later on for dinner.”
“Okay. I’m… kinda worried about him, ya know? He’s been quiet all week. Quiet for him I mean.”
“He’ll be fine, I promise.”
Seifer turned to head for the library, finding Squall still curled up in the window seat. Squall didn’t even look up as he heard the footsteps nearing him until Seifer held the first bowl in front of his face.
“I thought you were busy,” Squall murmured, taking the bowl and immediately beginning to pick at the chocolate. It took him a moment to shift his legs so that Seifer could sit down. he seemed stiff, finding it difficult to manoeuvre even on the padded window seat.
“Never too busy for you, baby,” Seifer balanced the other bowl on his knee and smoothed the white dragon skin leather over Squall’s knee. “Why are you using this? Aren’t there blankets that would be better for you?”
Squall frowned deeply, seeming to shrink behind the coat. His hands clutched at the edge of the old white leather, as though he were afraid Seifer would take it from him right there. “I like your coat, can’t I use it?”
“Yeah, I’m just wondering why this old thing.”
“No. I need the smell of leather. Maybe it’s another…” Squall gestured at the bowls they were holding. “Thing.”
“Makes sense I guess,” Seifer shrugged, folding his hand over one of Squall’s. “How are you feeling?”
“Fat, sore, tired and I want to go home. I want this over with,” Squall muttered, the most honest answer he’d given to Seifer’s questions since before the whole thing had started. The soft voice was bitter, angrier than Seifer had ever heard him. It was disconcerting to say the least.
Seifer sighed. Home wasn’t an option, no matter how much he seemed to sleep he was always tired, and there were another two months before the child was due to be delivered. Sore however… Sore he could deal with. Leaning over to kiss Squall’s temple, Seifer smiled. “Finish your snacks and come to our suite in an hour. I’ll see if I can make you feel a little better.”
“Not sex,” Squall said quickly. “I’m too…” he gestured, unable to find the word. “Uncomfortable maybe? Uncomfortable today.”
“No sex, I promise. An hour, don’t be late.”
Seifer swept out, leaving his pet to dwell on the order.
Description: Mpreg arc. I wrote this for Race's birthday, and it kept growing... and growing... Warning for MPreg, of course. Set in a world where time compression didn't end, and Squall's team failed in their battle against Ultimecia.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 520
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this.
“He wants what?”
“Chocolate covered peanuts and pineapple. Not together, but at the same time,” Raijin shrugged. “Pregnant, ya know? I asked him if he wanted something to eat, he said fruit and it took ten minutes to find out what he wanted. Then he asked about the peanuts when I was just going to check the kitchens.”
Seifer chuckled, shaking his head. “Where is he?”
“Library, Fuu said he wandered in with your trench coat, curled up in the window seat and used it like a blanket. When I found him, he was just watching the rain. I think he’s kinda down. Maybe you should go talk to him?”
“I’ll take them,” Seifer nodded, taking the two small bowls from Raijin’s hands. “I’ll see you later on for dinner.”
“Okay. I’m… kinda worried about him, ya know? He’s been quiet all week. Quiet for him I mean.”
“He’ll be fine, I promise.”
Seifer turned to head for the library, finding Squall still curled up in the window seat. Squall didn’t even look up as he heard the footsteps nearing him until Seifer held the first bowl in front of his face.
“I thought you were busy,” Squall murmured, taking the bowl and immediately beginning to pick at the chocolate. It took him a moment to shift his legs so that Seifer could sit down. he seemed stiff, finding it difficult to manoeuvre even on the padded window seat.
“Never too busy for you, baby,” Seifer balanced the other bowl on his knee and smoothed the white dragon skin leather over Squall’s knee. “Why are you using this? Aren’t there blankets that would be better for you?”
Squall frowned deeply, seeming to shrink behind the coat. His hands clutched at the edge of the old white leather, as though he were afraid Seifer would take it from him right there. “I like your coat, can’t I use it?”
“Yeah, I’m just wondering why this old thing.”
“No. I need the smell of leather. Maybe it’s another…” Squall gestured at the bowls they were holding. “Thing.”
“Makes sense I guess,” Seifer shrugged, folding his hand over one of Squall’s. “How are you feeling?”
“Fat, sore, tired and I want to go home. I want this over with,” Squall muttered, the most honest answer he’d given to Seifer’s questions since before the whole thing had started. The soft voice was bitter, angrier than Seifer had ever heard him. It was disconcerting to say the least.
Seifer sighed. Home wasn’t an option, no matter how much he seemed to sleep he was always tired, and there were another two months before the child was due to be delivered. Sore however… Sore he could deal with. Leaning over to kiss Squall’s temple, Seifer smiled. “Finish your snacks and come to our suite in an hour. I’ll see if I can make you feel a little better.”
“Not sex,” Squall said quickly. “I’m too…” he gestured, unable to find the word. “Uncomfortable maybe? Uncomfortable today.”
“No sex, I promise. An hour, don’t be late.”
Seifer swept out, leaving his pet to dwell on the order.
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