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Title: The family grows
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: 1141
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.
It was early.
Between the two of them they’d managed to kill enough monsters to make a trip to one of the nearby towns worthwhile. Squall had made the trip himself, Seifer still too dizzy and weak to even consider such a long trip on the back of a chocobo.
Out in the town he’d picked up essentials. Clean clothes, coffee and food, things for the baby. He’d brought, of all things, a rattle and a teddy bear, spending more than he probably should have. It was hardly spoiling his son, he’d had more toys back at Ultimecia’s castle after all, but the baby needed something.
He also made a phone call.
It had been a hard call to make. The decision had been hard on him but not a difficult one particularly. His family’s safety won out over his dumb pride easily.
He’d contacted Esthar, given them a message for Laguna Loire and arranged a meeting.
Now, less than forty eight hours later, he was standing in the flower field with the president of Esthar – his father – about to plead with him for Seifer’s life.
Seifer was hidden away inside, just in case. Laguna was struggling to keep his composure and Squall could see it but wasn’t sure how he should feel about that.
“So.., you’ve changed a lot. Elle said you were stuck in time compression for a long time.”
“Three years,” Squall nodded. “Nearly, anyway. You really are my father, aren’t you?”
Laguna crossed to him slowly, the dew damp grasses of the large field brushing against his trousers and leaving damp marks on the tan cloth. “Yeah, at least I think so. I married Raine Leonhart before I left for Esthar, but by the time I made it back you were gone and Raine was already buried. I’m… sorry, son.”
The words sounded hollow and odd. Squall had never wanted to find his family, barely ever given it a thought because he had Seifer and Elle and the others, but here he was, faced with another odd piece of the puzzle that was his life. He sighed, looking down at the ground for a moment, the only opening Laguna needed to touch his face gently, tucking his hair back behind his ear.
“You look so much like her,” Laguna whispered, forgetting himself for a moment. It took every ounce of strength Squall had not to flinch from the hand, he hated to be touched by anyone save for Seifer.
“I can hardly believe this is you.”
“Pre… Laguna, please. I hate to do this when we’ve only just met but I need to ask for your help,” Squall took a deep breath, pushing his pride down and away, hiding it behind the more urgent needs. He hadn’t expected this to hurt so much. “I need to tell you what happened in time compression.”
Laguna smiled, nodding at the statement. “Anything you want, Squall.”
Squall closed his eyes as he began to speak, not wanting to see the reactions his first admissions might bring. Everything hinged on Laguna Loire – if he turned them down then he didn’t know what to do that would allow him to keep his small, odd family together. “In time compression, they demanded a hostage in return for my team’s lives. The sorceress’ knight wanted me. Quistis Trepe was taken as a hostage as well because she refused to leave me… He wanted me because we’d been lovers before the war.”
Now he looked up, staring into his father’s wide green eyes undaunted. “He wasn’t in complete control of his actions so the first thing I’m asking for his protection. A pardon.”
Silent for a while, Laguna looked thoughtful. Strange how Squall had been expecting the figure he’d seen in the mirror in his dreams rather than the man he’d met so briefly before time compression. The soft touch of silver at Laguna’s temples looked almost as though he’d just painted it on. “I can only speak for Esthar, you know.”
“That’s enough for now. There’s something else – I… We need money. We need somewhere safe to live. We’ll pay you back some day of course but for now,” the words dried up in his throat. How could he confess the impossible? How could he tell Laguna about Caden?”
“You could come to Esthar with me, both of you. Is he here? Can I meet him?” Laguna looked past Squall to the crumbling building. “This is where you grew up before garden, isn’t it?”
“This is the orphanage and he’s here but I haven’t finished yet. Just one last thing. The sorceress… Hyne, it’ll be easier to just show you. Your goo… Guards aren’t going to shoot me if I touch you, are they?”
“Don’t think so,” Laguna grinned. “Lead the way.”
Squall turned, walking slowly to the orphanage, Laguna following just behind him. As soon as Seifer appeared just over the crumbling wall, Squall heard the click of an Estharian axe blaster being primed. “Don’t let them shoot, he can’t raise his hands.”
“Stand down,” the man ordered, his voice still soft. How the soldier could obey such a voice with no commanding note to it at all, Squall had no idea. Even cid had known how to command when he needed to.
“This is the last thing. Ultimecia gave us a gift because she wanted a future knight. She couldn’t control me, only keep me subdued.”
“In other words,” Seifer interrupted, lifting Caden higher to move the blanket back from his face. “This is our son.”
Laguna stopped in his tracks, watching Seifer and the boy with his mouth hanging open. Squall took up his place at Seifer’s side. It was hard to be close to the two of them and not be touching his lover or his son to reassure himself that they were there.
Seifer was aware of that. He bumped against Squall gently, grinning at him. “Most you’ve ever said in one day, baby. Want me to take over?”
Squall smiled sheepishly, shaking his head. “I’ll just be quiet later.”
Laguna was still looking at them, shaking his head just a little in disbelief. This was what Squall had thought would happen. “But how… which of you?”
“I’m pop, he’s daddy,” Seifer grinned, while Laguna was struggling to find words for the rest of his thoughts, he bounced the baby gently and leant closer. “Want to hold your grandson?”
With that, any protests or confusion that Laguna had had were just washed away as he held out his arms for the baby. “Grandson… Hyne, I never thought…!” As soon as the baby was in Laguna’s hands and considering him with his large green eyes, Squall leant against Seifer’s side, relieved.
“Please, Laguna. Help me keep my family.”
Nodding, grinning and on the verge of tears, Laguna simply replied “Anything.”
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: 1141
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.
It was early.
Between the two of them they’d managed to kill enough monsters to make a trip to one of the nearby towns worthwhile. Squall had made the trip himself, Seifer still too dizzy and weak to even consider such a long trip on the back of a chocobo.
Out in the town he’d picked up essentials. Clean clothes, coffee and food, things for the baby. He’d brought, of all things, a rattle and a teddy bear, spending more than he probably should have. It was hardly spoiling his son, he’d had more toys back at Ultimecia’s castle after all, but the baby needed something.
He also made a phone call.
It had been a hard call to make. The decision had been hard on him but not a difficult one particularly. His family’s safety won out over his dumb pride easily.
He’d contacted Esthar, given them a message for Laguna Loire and arranged a meeting.
Now, less than forty eight hours later, he was standing in the flower field with the president of Esthar – his father – about to plead with him for Seifer’s life.
Seifer was hidden away inside, just in case. Laguna was struggling to keep his composure and Squall could see it but wasn’t sure how he should feel about that.
“So.., you’ve changed a lot. Elle said you were stuck in time compression for a long time.”
“Three years,” Squall nodded. “Nearly, anyway. You really are my father, aren’t you?”
Laguna crossed to him slowly, the dew damp grasses of the large field brushing against his trousers and leaving damp marks on the tan cloth. “Yeah, at least I think so. I married Raine Leonhart before I left for Esthar, but by the time I made it back you were gone and Raine was already buried. I’m… sorry, son.”
The words sounded hollow and odd. Squall had never wanted to find his family, barely ever given it a thought because he had Seifer and Elle and the others, but here he was, faced with another odd piece of the puzzle that was his life. He sighed, looking down at the ground for a moment, the only opening Laguna needed to touch his face gently, tucking his hair back behind his ear.
“You look so much like her,” Laguna whispered, forgetting himself for a moment. It took every ounce of strength Squall had not to flinch from the hand, he hated to be touched by anyone save for Seifer.
“I can hardly believe this is you.”
“Pre… Laguna, please. I hate to do this when we’ve only just met but I need to ask for your help,” Squall took a deep breath, pushing his pride down and away, hiding it behind the more urgent needs. He hadn’t expected this to hurt so much. “I need to tell you what happened in time compression.”
Laguna smiled, nodding at the statement. “Anything you want, Squall.”
Squall closed his eyes as he began to speak, not wanting to see the reactions his first admissions might bring. Everything hinged on Laguna Loire – if he turned them down then he didn’t know what to do that would allow him to keep his small, odd family together. “In time compression, they demanded a hostage in return for my team’s lives. The sorceress’ knight wanted me. Quistis Trepe was taken as a hostage as well because she refused to leave me… He wanted me because we’d been lovers before the war.”
Now he looked up, staring into his father’s wide green eyes undaunted. “He wasn’t in complete control of his actions so the first thing I’m asking for his protection. A pardon.”
Silent for a while, Laguna looked thoughtful. Strange how Squall had been expecting the figure he’d seen in the mirror in his dreams rather than the man he’d met so briefly before time compression. The soft touch of silver at Laguna’s temples looked almost as though he’d just painted it on. “I can only speak for Esthar, you know.”
“That’s enough for now. There’s something else – I… We need money. We need somewhere safe to live. We’ll pay you back some day of course but for now,” the words dried up in his throat. How could he confess the impossible? How could he tell Laguna about Caden?”
“You could come to Esthar with me, both of you. Is he here? Can I meet him?” Laguna looked past Squall to the crumbling building. “This is where you grew up before garden, isn’t it?”
“This is the orphanage and he’s here but I haven’t finished yet. Just one last thing. The sorceress… Hyne, it’ll be easier to just show you. Your goo… Guards aren’t going to shoot me if I touch you, are they?”
“Don’t think so,” Laguna grinned. “Lead the way.”
Squall turned, walking slowly to the orphanage, Laguna following just behind him. As soon as Seifer appeared just over the crumbling wall, Squall heard the click of an Estharian axe blaster being primed. “Don’t let them shoot, he can’t raise his hands.”
“Stand down,” the man ordered, his voice still soft. How the soldier could obey such a voice with no commanding note to it at all, Squall had no idea. Even cid had known how to command when he needed to.
“This is the last thing. Ultimecia gave us a gift because she wanted a future knight. She couldn’t control me, only keep me subdued.”
“In other words,” Seifer interrupted, lifting Caden higher to move the blanket back from his face. “This is our son.”
Laguna stopped in his tracks, watching Seifer and the boy with his mouth hanging open. Squall took up his place at Seifer’s side. It was hard to be close to the two of them and not be touching his lover or his son to reassure himself that they were there.
Seifer was aware of that. He bumped against Squall gently, grinning at him. “Most you’ve ever said in one day, baby. Want me to take over?”
Squall smiled sheepishly, shaking his head. “I’ll just be quiet later.”
Laguna was still looking at them, shaking his head just a little in disbelief. This was what Squall had thought would happen. “But how… which of you?”
“I’m pop, he’s daddy,” Seifer grinned, while Laguna was struggling to find words for the rest of his thoughts, he bounced the baby gently and leant closer. “Want to hold your grandson?”
With that, any protests or confusion that Laguna had had were just washed away as he held out his arms for the baby. “Grandson… Hyne, I never thought…!” As soon as the baby was in Laguna’s hands and considering him with his large green eyes, Squall leant against Seifer’s side, relieved.
“Please, Laguna. Help me keep my family.”
Nodding, grinning and on the verge of tears, Laguna simply replied “Anything.”
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