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Title: Chaos’s Merry Month of Molestation: May 16th, Edgar/Locke.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Rating: T
Warnings: Yaoi. Coarse language. Crossdressing
Summary: Locke isn’t very smart sometimes.
A/N: Managed to catch up in one night. I am awesome. Now if only I would stop getting distracted. *eyes cut to Fally and Muse* Just kidding, lol. I love distractions, especially when they involve kidnapping me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept behind the fic. And all boys are written as 18+.
For the record, Locke really should’ve known better than to get drunk around Edgar. It was just common sense really. The man could charm the panties off a harpy, what was going to stop him from charming the thief out of his? Not that Locke ever wore panties, well except for that one time, but that was an isolated event. Really it was.
Anyway, Locke really should have expected that when Edgar offered him a drink with that look in his eye that he was going to wake up naked in the King’s bed with a sore ass. Or, he was going to wake up in women’s underclothing in the basement, still with a sore ass and a snoring blonde sprawled on top of him.
Either way, it was embarrassing, and whenever it happened, and it did happen often, Locke could only find himself doing one thing: kicking Edgar off of him, then shrugging and going back to sleep.
Because really, what was a night of drunken fun in comparison to ridding the world of an evil empire? Hell, he deserved a night out every now and then, and if it happened to be dressed as a woman and riding nobility like a horse, well, that part just would be left out of the history books.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Rating: T
Warnings: Yaoi. Coarse language. Crossdressing
Summary: Locke isn’t very smart sometimes.
A/N: Managed to catch up in one night. I am awesome. Now if only I would stop getting distracted. *eyes cut to Fally and Muse* Just kidding, lol. I love distractions, especially when they involve kidnapping me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept behind the fic. And all boys are written as 18+.
For the record, Locke really should’ve known better than to get drunk around Edgar. It was just common sense really. The man could charm the panties off a harpy, what was going to stop him from charming the thief out of his? Not that Locke ever wore panties, well except for that one time, but that was an isolated event. Really it was.
Anyway, Locke really should have expected that when Edgar offered him a drink with that look in his eye that he was going to wake up naked in the King’s bed with a sore ass. Or, he was going to wake up in women’s underclothing in the basement, still with a sore ass and a snoring blonde sprawled on top of him.
Either way, it was embarrassing, and whenever it happened, and it did happen often, Locke could only find himself doing one thing: kicking Edgar off of him, then shrugging and going back to sleep.
Because really, what was a night of drunken fun in comparison to ridding the world of an evil empire? Hell, he deserved a night out every now and then, and if it happened to be dressed as a woman and riding nobility like a horse, well, that part just would be left out of the history books.
