A new sorceress threatens the world, and Seifer has something to do with it.*
Archive for the ‘irvine/squall’ Category
The Magic Series
10 Mar 2010
angst, drama, finalfantasy8, future, irvine/squall, nc17, scribblemoose, slash
Dress Up
01 Feb 2009
finalfantasy8, humor, irvine/squall, nc17, scribblemoose, slash, smut
Squall battles some insecurities about Irvine.*
Crush With Eyeliner
05 Jan 2008
The club was a dark mesh of bodies, smoke and bright, candy-colored lights that illuminated essentially nothing.*
Sniper Slut in Tokyo
01 Jan 2008
AT, aya/irvine/squall/yohji, aya/yohji, finalfantasy8, finalfantasy8/weisskreuz, foursome, irvine/squall, nc17, scribblemoose, slash, smut, weisskreuz
Irvine knew talent when he saw it.* First in the Sniper Slut in Tokyo series.
Sniper Slut in an Elevator
01 Jan 2008
aya/duo/irvine/trowa/schuldig/squall/yohji, finalfantasy8, finalfantasy8/gundamwing/weisskreuz, gundamwing, irvine/squall, nc17, orgy, scribblemoose, slash, smut, weisskreuz
Irvine couldn’t quite recall whose idea it was for the five of them to get into the elevator together and contemplate an orgy.*
Chance
01 Jan 2008
aya/irvine/squall/yohji, aya/yohji, drama, finalfantasy8, finalfantasy8/weisskreuz, foursome, gwendolynflight, irvine/squall, nc17, scribblemoose, slash, smut, weisskreuz
Are you sure this is a good idea?*
More Than Words Can Say
01 Jan 2008
aya/irvine/squall/yohji, aya/yohji, finalfantasy8, finalfantasy8/weisskreuz, foursome, gwendolynflight, irvine/squall, nc17, scribblemoose, slash, smut, weisskreuz
The mornings were always the worst.*
Territory
01 Jan 2008
AU, aya/irvine/squall/yohji, aya/yohji, finalfantasy8, finalfantasy8/weisskreuz, foursome, irvine/squall, nc17, scribblemoose, slash, weisskreuz
They were a distraction. They were dangerous.* Second in the Sniper Slut in Tokyo series.
Confessions in the Night
Squall was coming down the hall after a late night in the training center when he ran into Irvine. Or rather, Irvine stumbled into him. The sniper was going the other way down the hallway, weaving a pattern, stumbling over his own feet, humming to himself. Quite obviously flat out drunk.*