#squall headcanons

[hypnotixstorm]

I NEVER REALIZED THAT YOU DID SQUALL FROM FF8?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Can you do a “There’s a reason storms are named after people.” for my other baby (bc you're my main baby ofc 😘)

Whoo I had too much fun writing this lmao but yes of course I do I love him 😫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*there’s a reason storms are *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*named after people*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Squall Leonhart was an enigma, someone who you very rarely understood, if at all. It’s not like you were the first person to feel this way, but something about it didn’t sit right with you. You wanted to know more. You wanted to know who he was. And you were determined to figure it out. Anyone who knew that though would either laugh in your face or tell you to give up. But you wouldn’t, you refused to. You considered yourself to be a part of Squall’s “friends,” even if he didn’t.

“I don’t know why ya wanna be friends with him so bad. He‘s a jerk.”

Selphie turned with furrowed brows, marring her normally cheery complexion. “Zell! That’s not nice to say and you know it!”

“What?!” He jumped up, shaking his fist at her from a slightly crouched position. “I’m just tellin’ the truth! She doesn’t needa get her feelin’s hurt!”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here with all of you, now would I?”

Zell’s shoulders slumped as he plopped back down in his chair. With a giggle, you took in the room. The group had decided to rest for the night and it would soon be time for dinner. You eyes scanned your surroundings until they found the object of your desire; Squall. He was in the corner of the room, arms crossed and foot propped on the wall as he leaned against it. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn’t sleeping.

Your body twitched, signaling for you to approach. However, before you could even move, Rinoa’s figure popped up in your field of vision. Jumping back in surprise, you frowned as you lost sight of the gunblade wielder.

“Hey! It’s time for dinner, let’s get going.~”

Her arm linked with yours, dragging you away before you could protest. With a grumble, you let her yank you out of the inn and down the road. Selphie giggled, skipping towards the two of you and linking her left arm with your remaining arm. Quistis watched on with an amused look, the boys all but ignoring your existence.

Dinner proceeded like most days with the party did. It wasn’t until you got back that things began to get interesting, the truth to be soon revealed. Everyone had parted ways shortly after returning, some ready to sleep, others going to bathe. But once you had finished your own shower and were laying in bed, you found yourself unable to sleep. It felt like hours had passed, even though it had been maybe an hour max.

With an irritated sigh, you threw off your covers before getting out of bed. You feverishly stuffed your feet into your shoes and began to shuffle out of the room. You didn’t know where you were going, nor did you care. All you knew was that you needed some fresh air or, something. Your feet led you to a balcony overlooking the city... and Squall.

Slowly, and a bit awkwardly, you approached the railing. He was leaning against it by his forearms. As you neared, he lazily glanced over his shoulder at you before returning his gaze in front of him. He said nothing, so you continued on, mimicking his actions and leaning against the rail. You figured that if he didn’t want you there he would have said something, or left himself.

Wind whipped your hair around you and you let out a small sigh. Out of the corner of your eye, you could tell his gaze would shift to your figure every so often. Things remained silent as you focused on breathing in the cold air that seemed to nip at your flesh. The feeling of eyes burning into you made you finally break the silence.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

He grumbled, mumbling something incoherent and looking away. Blinking, you pushed yourself away from the ledge. You looked his way, staring a hole into the back of his head as you crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

With a sigh, he finally looked your way. “I said that you’re annoying.”

“Excuse me?”

He shook his head, looking away as he straightened his back. “You. Are. Annoying. Stupid too, apparently.”

Your eyes widened as you uncrossed your arms, anger rising. “You know what? Fuck you! Zell was right, you are a jerk, but asshole just sounds better!”

At the mention of the energetic blonde, a dark, unreadable expression flashed through his eyes. “Like I give a damn what you think about me, or anyone else for that matter.”

“All I’ve tried to do is be your friend, because everyone needs someone! It’s obvious you just don’t give a fuck.”

“Bingo. Took you long enough.” He sighed.

That was it. You marched over to his towering figure, causing him to turn to you with a blank expression. Gripping onto the front of his white t-shirt, you pulled him close, just so he could see the fury burning deep within your soul at his blatant apathetic nature.

“Do you not realize how much I care, how much we all do, about you? Why the hell else would everyone be here? Why do you think everyone looks to you as their leader? Huh? Did you ever stop to think about that or how you treat everyone? It fucking hurts, Sq-”

All it took was one small action, one tiny physical connection, for all the anger you had ever felt to dissipate from your body. Cold, chapped lips met your own plump, pink ones in a heated tango. The feeling was foreign and rough, neither of you quite sure what you were doing. Gasps for air and whines of want tumbled from your throat, egging the both of you on. Your grip released his shirt as the tension melted, your hand instead choosing to rest on his racing heart. His large, calloused hands brushed against your temples as his long fingers tangled within your tresses.

Things were quickly heating up and, even between the smacking of lips, you knew where this was headed. It didn’t take long for him to realize either,sweeping you off of your feet and into his arms. The kiss only broke as you re-entered the inn, making your way to his room in peaceful silence. Well, it would’ve been if your hormones weren’t raging. And, to top it all off, Quistis just so happened to still be up. As your embarrassment flourished, she shot you a smirk and knowing look.

Once the two of you returned to his room, Squall tossed you on the bed before shrugging off his jacked. His body was almost instantly hovering over yours and his lips attached to yours once again. It was as if nothing had ever stopped, With unsure movements, his hands began to roam your body. Hums and sighs dripped from your lips at his touch, which only made him smirk. He pulled away tugging off his shirt before reaching for your own. Your hand gripped onto his almost instantly, halting his actions.

"I thought you hated me...”

"I do.”

"But then why-”

“I hate how you make me feel. I hate how you make me want to be a better person. I hate that I can’t actually hate you.”

You blinked, eyes wide at his declaration before he dipped down once more.

Every movement. Every moment. Every intimate word. Every last bit of it was something you would never forget. With how arrogant and apathetic he was on the surface, you never would have expected this. So soft and caring, receptive to every little sound you made. All he did was aim to please, hitting that one spot that caused white to wash over your vision. The way he could go from animalistic to compassionate in the blink of an eye, sent you spinning.

After all, there’s a reason storms are named after people.

And you loved every second of it.

[musaeaeternae]

Squall Leonhart Headcanons

He's a master of using the gunblade. It's his signature weapon and he always has one on him.

Griever is the thing that he has on his necklace, and there's a reason for that, even though he's unaware in the beginning.

He's usually not very talkative. Most people assume he's aloof and anti-social. Which is partially the truth.

He does have friends, a rather large group of them, in fact. His best friend is Zell, even though they argue a lot he values the other man's input.

When they were on the run, because they had no other choice, Zell was his second-in-command.

It's not easy to get close to him at all but that tends to be okay by those who know him, or want to get to know him.

When he talks he doesn't say a lot of words. It's not because he doesn't want to, but because it doesn't take a lot of them to get his point across.

Over time, he does begin to speak more, but he tends to keep conversations short because he's not fond of just talking.

He reads a lot and studies maps so he knows where he is and where he's going.

[oblivionsky]

i think most people headcanon squall as a bookworm but unless he did all his borrowing after hours, a student says he's never seen in the library (he probably does all his study via computer terminals, and if he does read he keeps a small personal stash of books)

Squall's Room, dormitory double:

Squall's Room, single dorm:

Squall has very few personal belongings and as I mentioned a small shelf of books. There seems to be a calender and a couple of properly-made reminder notes.

His desk in the second room also has a book and what looks like a cup (probably coffee).

If you'll look at the bins between the two earlier rooms, during the day the bin is empty, but by night time it's full of scraps of paper.

I've discussed this with people before, but my headcanon-- given that Squall does not borrow books from the library, or isn't seen doing so (this is canon)- is that the shelf isn't book-books, they're either journals/writing, or sketchbooks. Probably the latter given Squall's distaste for externalizing his feelings.

It's hard to make assumptions, but essentially we came to the conclusion that Squall sketches/draws monsters in his free time after enjoying a class on the matter of monster categorizing and recognizing, which involved drawing. 

As such, Squall also designed the Griever motif. He won't be caught dead doing it in front of others as a leisure activity, only as a means of documenting monster encounters.