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Title: Small comforts.
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: 408
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.
The orphanage had been empty after all.
He’d made a makeshift bed out of an old crate for Caden, padding it with blankets and dusty old pillows he found stored in the damaged rooms as quickly as he could before running back for Seifer. He was lucky enough to find his bag with the meagre supplies he’d taken with him to Ellone’s memorial on the way.
Each moment he’d spent apart from one of them had been torture.
Making Seifer as comfortable as he could, he’d built a fire with driftwood collected on the beach in the rain and lit with a spell he’d drawn from Seifer’s prone body. Finally with the warmth seeping into the old room from the crackling driftwood, he’d allowed himself to collapse beside his lover and sleep.
He awoke to the sound of his son crying. He couldn’t have been asleep more than an hour, but Seifer still hadn’t moved. The storm was still howling outside. Rain lashed the dusty windows and the wind seemed to tear at the building.
Squall hadn’t cried since he’d been struggling through his pregnancy but he was starting to want to now.
Caden quieted with a bottle from the bag, his bright green eyes watching his bearer like a hawk as he drank. “Better?” Squall whispered, smiling. “You’ll be fine, Seifer will wake up and we’ll find somewhere safer to rest, until we find help. Or maybe just stay here and make the best of it for now.”
Then something touched his thigh and he almost jumped out of his skin. It was only Seifer speaking up that kept him from lashing out. “M’awake.”
Squall looked down at Seifer, half wanting to laugh, half wanting to cry with relief. “You took your time. Ultimecia died…, Didn’t she?”
Seifer nodded his head slowly, covering his eyes. “Where are we? Did it work?”
“We’re back in our time. All three of us.”
Seifer smiled with relief, rolling over onto his side to rest his head on Squall’s thigh. “Thank hyne you’re safe. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.”
In a minute, he was asleep again, the ordeal sapping all of his strength. Having a sorceress die in his head must have wiped him out – Squall knew how bad it was to have a sorceress pulled away from you, let alone having one die… He’d let Seifer sleep, and figure out what to do in the morning.
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: 408
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.
The orphanage had been empty after all.
He’d made a makeshift bed out of an old crate for Caden, padding it with blankets and dusty old pillows he found stored in the damaged rooms as quickly as he could before running back for Seifer. He was lucky enough to find his bag with the meagre supplies he’d taken with him to Ellone’s memorial on the way.
Each moment he’d spent apart from one of them had been torture.
Making Seifer as comfortable as he could, he’d built a fire with driftwood collected on the beach in the rain and lit with a spell he’d drawn from Seifer’s prone body. Finally with the warmth seeping into the old room from the crackling driftwood, he’d allowed himself to collapse beside his lover and sleep.
He awoke to the sound of his son crying. He couldn’t have been asleep more than an hour, but Seifer still hadn’t moved. The storm was still howling outside. Rain lashed the dusty windows and the wind seemed to tear at the building.
Squall hadn’t cried since he’d been struggling through his pregnancy but he was starting to want to now.
Caden quieted with a bottle from the bag, his bright green eyes watching his bearer like a hawk as he drank. “Better?” Squall whispered, smiling. “You’ll be fine, Seifer will wake up and we’ll find somewhere safer to rest, until we find help. Or maybe just stay here and make the best of it for now.”
Then something touched his thigh and he almost jumped out of his skin. It was only Seifer speaking up that kept him from lashing out. “M’awake.”
Squall looked down at Seifer, half wanting to laugh, half wanting to cry with relief. “You took your time. Ultimecia died…, Didn’t she?”
Seifer nodded his head slowly, covering his eyes. “Where are we? Did it work?”
“We’re back in our time. All three of us.”
Seifer smiled with relief, rolling over onto his side to rest his head on Squall’s thigh. “Thank hyne you’re safe. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.”
In a minute, he was asleep again, the ordeal sapping all of his strength. Having a sorceress die in his head must have wiped him out – Squall knew how bad it was to have a sorceress pulled away from you, let alone having one die… He’d let Seifer sleep, and figure out what to do in the morning.
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