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@hyperaon
I really love these three. I loved them ever since Final Fantasy 8. You can’t imagine my disappointment when I learned they weren’t in KH3. I matched their color schemes since Hayner, Pence and Olette all wore the same colors, too. – And lets be honest: Seifer would totally do this.
threads their fingers together
❝ Wh ———, ❞ alright, so he has no right to be as shocked as he is, to be honest, and yet. And fucking yet.
It’s ——— it’s fucking absurd how such a simple, basic, supposed to be easy gesture causes him to get EMBARRASSED, of all things. Him, Seifer fucking Almasy, embarrassed, because of blondie !! It’s stupid on so many levels, yet here they are, standing side by side and he can feel his face heating in spite of himself and, really, it’s just. The worst. There’s no reason to get embarrassed, considering they’re ——— something. Boyfriends? Ugh. Partners? Wayyyyy too much. Maybe Seifer is just too much of an emotionally idiotic teenager to figure it out ( though boyfriends is really as close as anyone could feasibly get and the moniker is kind of grossly romantic, even if it causes something to warm in his chest, and fuck that thing for softening, by the way. )
Still : he finds himself turning shades of red and his head turns and he / stares at Hayner with eyes that are a hair too wide and he kind of wants to eat his fucking hat right now, thanks. This is stupid. This is thoroughly stupid and he’s not sure if he’s more embarrassed by the action or the fact that Hayner’s managed to get ONE UP ON HIM by holding his fucking hand. What the fuck. What the fuck !!
❝ You ———, ❞ gee, Romeo, great spluttering you have going on there. Hat, meet mouth. Hayner looks way too smug considering that he’s turned a light shade of pink, too, and maybe Seifer just wants to shove his hat into Hayner’s mouth instead, if only to get rid of that stupid smug curve of his mouth. There’s a challenge there, there has to be, everything with them os a GODDAMN CHALLENGE which is, admittedly, questionable when it comes to the foundations of a romantic relationship but. Well. That’s just how they work, isn’t it?
They fight. They argue. They gripe at each other. And they’re holding hands.
WHY IS HE SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED BY HOLDING HANDS?
❝ You’re looking a little overheated there, Seifer, ❞ oh, this little shit.
❝ Shut up, blondie, ❞ the best comeback, obviously. There’s a flash of Hayner’s teeth as his smile widens and he squeezes Seifer’s hand and, god damn it. Motherfucker. This ——— little punk might as well be the death of him. Or maybe his automatic response to all of this, pointless though it is, will be what finally does him in.
His mind races and, really. There’s only one way to get a leg up on Hayner getting a leg up on him. So : he squeezes Hayner’s hand and brings it up to his mouth and he might be set on fire as he presses a quick and way too firm kiss against his hand, though really it’s more his wrist because his aim here is fucking terrible, damn it, and the way that Hayner’s eyes widen is so fucking gratifying. And, just for the cherry on top, he tugs him closer and leans down : slotting their mouths together in a brief, also a hair too hard kiss, and. Well. Maybe that was more for him.
Then again, kissing each other is something they… both like. Mutually. Hence the probably boyfriends part of their, well. Relationship. So maybe it’s for both of them.
❝ Wow, you’re so ——— ❞ Hayner starts, looking red but sounding way too amused and. Seifer may have miscalculated his counterattack.
❝ Don’t say it, ❞ his voice dips and he tries for threatening but misses it by… a few inches. A few thousand inches, even.
❝ You’re ——— ❞ yeah, that’s definitely laughter in his voice. Which is a nice sound, actually, but not in this situation.
❝ DON’T YOU DARE !! ❞
@grandstanded // i don’t think we’ve really stopped chasing each other. i don’t think we’ll ever stop chasing each other.
hi jade
You’re being manipulated, Seifer. You’ve lost yourself and your dream. You’re just eating out of someone’s hand.
sei is a reciprocal crier... if someone cries in front of him there’s at least a 10x higher chance of him starting to cry, too, mostly because ppl crying makes him start to panic cause he doesn’t know how to fucking deal with it lmao
ngl seifer’s stream of conscience is very similar to mine : lots and lots and lots of cursing and general internal screaming LOL
kisses him on the cheek its nbd
Watching the sun set in Twilight Town’s kinda dumb —— well, when you live here, anyways, and considering the fact that Hayner’s lived here his whole damn life and Seifer’s been here for —— well. It’s senseless, is what it is, but here they are anyways : sitting on the clock tower ( why’s it always the clock tower, anyways ) with their backs against the clock, watching it. Together. He has his arm over Hayner’s shoulders and everything. It’s the sort of sickeningly saccharine bullshit that may as well make teeth rot, enough so that he almost wants to roll his eyes and punch himself in the face —— but he doesn’t.
‘Cause it’s… nice.
Their legs stretch out in front of them and bump against the raised ledge since Seifer doesn’t have a death wish like the rest of these idiots and refuses to sit on the ledge, thank you very much, and their thighs are flush with each other and Hayner is tucked fully and securely against his side and it’s —— fuck, it’s nice, okay? Normally they’d be fighting or brawling or getting food or literally anything that’s not THIS, but he’s leaving on another leg of his journey soon ( raijin and fujin were getting insufferable with how much he’d been putting it off and his reluctance to leave is clear as day and isn’t that fucking annoying, knowing that this fuck has such a pull on him, makes him not want to leave a place that isn’t his home and is ) and… he reads a lot, alright? There’s just some bullshit romantic stuff that sounds NICE in theory and… is nice, in practice.
The look on Hayner’s face when he suggested it, stilted and strange and not quite willing to finish his sentences ( his face was RED and he knows it was and hates that, too ) made him want to run in the clear opposite direction but —— he didn’t. And waited it out. And was rewarded, clearly, since they’re sitting up here and they’d eaten and they’re watching the fucking sunset together and Hayner’s practically lying on top of him and it’s… relative peace and an utter lack of yelling at each other incessantly is a good change of pace. It is.
No use in fighting the day before he leaves, and all. It’s also a damn miracle that the geek squad hasn’t interrupted them. Small mercies.
When Hayner shifts against him, he lifts his arm incrementally to let him to whatever it is he’s about to do —— get another drink or something, probably —— he finds himself surprised against sense and logic and the whole concept of THIS IS YOUR DAMN BOYFRIEND, ALMASY when he feels a kiss against his cheek and a pinch against his side from where Hayner’s arm had been wrapped low around his back and it’s —— it’s fucking ridiculous to be so flustered by everything this guy does and yet. And yet. And fucking yet.
❝ ——— Tch, ❞ he turns his head to face him and there’s a shit eating grin on Hayner’s face and yeah, yeah, laugh it up : Seifer fucking Almasy flushes at the drop of a hat, HAR HAR —— but he can’t quite find it in himself to be annoyed when he’s so damn fond and there’s something grossly soft inside of him at the sight of laughter dancing in his deep brown eyes and. Damn it. Damn it.
His hand slips up to cup the back of his head and if Hayner didn’t use a metric ton of hair gel he’d run his fingers through his hair but since it’s fucking impossible to do so, he settles for cupping the back of his head and pulling him in, insistent and insolent, to press their mouths together in an intent kiss. Their noses bump and then slide and he tilts his head belatedly but kisses him with a single minded determination nonetheless, a slight part to his lips but no further and he grins against his mouth, not quite able or willing to suppress the urge, when he feels his hand spasm against his waist.
❝ You missed, blondie, ❞ smugness drips from his tone as he pulls away and squeezes the back of Hayner’s neck and a brief laugh slips as their mouths meet again after a brief, disgruntled noise before Hayner closes the distance again and ——
The sun is setting, and he’ll miss him. And he doesn’t wanna leave him.
Oh, fucking hell.
@grandstanded // ♥
this ask reply for jade’s gonna be Hecking Gay i hope everyone’s braced for this
grandstanded.
oh shit, it’s seifer. he looks down at him gummi phone &. tries to ignore the taller blonde, but it’s going about as well as one would think. he actually planned on ignoring seifer until he left again but that was taken out of his hands. at the mention of his hug, hayner feels himself getting angry. ‘ what the fuck was wrong with my hug ? it was a great hug! it’s not my fault you’ve never had such a great hug before. ‘
hayner didn’t mean to get defensive ( it was a strange hug ) but seifer’s voice sets him on edge. hayner crosses his arms over his chest &. turns his head to the side. ‘ i dunno, it felt like the thing to do. ‘
Anger is their shared language —— everything’s always a fucking fight with the lamer, isn’t it? Then again : everything’s a fucking fight with him, too, isn’t it? Vitriol burns at his tongue and the transparent veil around his frustration is pulled back entirely at the mere proximity of additional anger and they fucking RESONATE WITH EACH OTHER in the worst fucking way !!
Why the hell did he miss ——
❝ What? Fuck off, I’ve had better hugs, ❞ like a petulant child and the downturn of his mouth edges towards an outright scowl and his arms are crossed and remembering the strange embrace only stokes his anger, making it burn hotter. ❝ ——— Yeah, ‘cause that’s a good reason : felt like the thing to do. Ever heard of a conversation, lamer? Of course y’haven’t. ❞
big gunblade... strong... hot....
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‘ you were far away &. i didn’t ask you why. what could i say ? i was far away &. you just walked away &. i just watched you. ‘
❝ ——— Then why’d you just watch me, huh? ❞ frustration laces every edge of his voice / as it’s wont to do / there is only rigidity and STUBBORNNESS to his attitude, in the end. Of course, the other question to ask is : why’d he walk away? ❝ And why’re you telling me this now, lamer? ❞
seifer will adoringly call hayner babe and kiss him gently in a twilight town alley and then two seconds later grab him in a headlock be generally obnoxious and i just think that’s neat
When you move, I can recall something that’s gone from me When you move, honey, I’m put in awe of something so flawed and free (x)
HEY.... A KISS..........
KISS HIM / 1 / ? / @hyperaon
hayner knew that seifer was about to go on another leg of his warrior’s journey &. he couldn’t let seifer run off without sorting through the awkwardness that’s been circling around them ever since seifer returned. his plan was to talk to seifer, but as what usually happens with hayner, he lets his feelings ( his heart ) get the better of him. looking up into seifer’s face, hayner can’t let him go without him knowing how he feels ( not that he’s being subtle ).
‘ seifer, i’m actually going to miss you, you know. ‘ he’s not one to talk about his feelings, he doesn’t get mushy but seifer usually drags emotions out of him - good &. bad. hayner can feel his cheeks start to heat up &. he wants to avert his gaze, but he forces himself to keep his eyes locked on to seifer’s.
‘ it’s….you’re…. ‘ words don’t fail hayner often ( he always has something to say ) but they are now. how do you explain to someone that they mean a lot to you ? how do you tell someone you’re interested in them romantically ? how can you get across that if something happened to them, you’d be devastated. this isn’t something that hayner’s had a lot of practice in, but he feels all of those things deep in his heart. well, pence has always told him he was a man of action &. dealing with things of the heart is no different &. he reaches up to seifer’s jacket lapel &. pulls him down into a kiss.
kissing seifer was like nothing hayner ever thought it would be. he figured it would be angry, teeth clashing &. hands clenched into fists, but it was nothing like that. it was soft &. sure ; seifer’s hands are cupping his jaw &. maybe seifer gets it. maybe he understands how important he is to hayner &. that he wants him to be safe on his travels.
‘ come back in one piece, alright ? i’d hate to have to steal from the king to come save your ass. ‘ with another quick peck, hayner pulls back &. grins. ‘ i think donald would throw me into the dungeon if i did that &. it’d be your fault. ‘
HEY, LOSERS !! do you hate absolute douchebags? do you ever want to punch them right in their arrogant face? well then boy do i have news for you because i have one right here ( although he’s actually weirdly chivalrous and aggressively protective and respects people a lot he’s just an ass —— ) with an EXTREMELY PUNCHABLE FACE !! so hit that like and / or reblog button if you want to write with a KINGDOM HEARTS BASED SEIFER ALMASY, with some ffviii influences here and there, written by your local dumbass : mimi ————— and, yes, i mean it when i say you can punch him.
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he still cannot believe that seifer is in front of him, even if he’s about a decade too young. just looking at him makes squall’s scar ache ( he remembers when he got the, the smell of burnt leather &. the feeling of warm blood sliding down his face ) &. he wonders if this seifer remembers anything.
he must remember something, if the boy tried to punch him the second seifer stepped out of the gummi ship &. locked eyes with him. he also thinks there must be some residual memories, since seifer is still in a floor sweeping white coat.
his eyes are locked on the case across the room, seifer’s prized gunblade is kept inside. he remembers how it felt, choosing to grab hyperion &. throw yuffie over his shoulder &. fight to keep them both alive rather than chase down his rival. he hoped that seifer would understand ( knows seifer would make the same decision ). should he give the gunblade to seifer now ? is it something that the blond would even want ?
he makes up his mind &. throws the case over his shoulder, heading to merlin’s house. if he remembers correctly, merlin was going to teach the wayward trio some magic before they went off on their adventure. he poked his head into the cozy house &. cleared his throat. ‘ seifer, can i talk to you for a second ? ‘
There’s a familiarity to this place that frustrates the hell out of him —— a constant sense of deja vu that gets more and more dizzying with every street that he walks down, every building that he looks at, every person that he sees. As if he’s been here, before. As if he’s lived here, before. The dreams have gotten more constant since their arrival and from the moment that they stepped off of the Gummi Ship he KNEW that they had arrived at the right place.
Call it an instinct. He’s always trusted his instincts.
But he has no concrete thoughts. No absolute memories. Things that spark in his chest but don’t catch fire and he’s looking at the embers of who he is and wonders when he’ll finally, finally catch alight. Nothing but ideas and thoughts and a half remembered boy who’s suddenly a MAN that he had punched right in his stupid face the moment he saw him.
Alright, maybe it was uncalled for —— especially since that very guy’s asking for him as he holds a flame in his hand ( how sweetly ironic ) that he’s finally, finally been able to summon. Magic isn’t bad but it’s not as inherent to him as BRUTE COMBAT but he can see its use, at least. Still, he looks at the guy —— and something in his mind says Squall though everyone calls him Leon for some fucking reason —— with furrowed brows.
He glances at Fuu and Rai for a moment and then eyes the case over his shoulder before closing his fist / extinguishing the flame / maybe he’ll be set alight next time / and pushing back from the table in one jagged motion. ❝ Yeah, I guess, ❞ he sounds petulant, which is ridiculous, but he walks towards the guy he half remembers and almost certainly doesn’t and then past him, out the door. He strides several paces out the door, taking broad steps into the small square, before turning on his heel / arms crossed / eyebrow raised. ❝ What? I don’t gotta lot of time. ❞ Being here is —— uncomfortable.
