FF8? Holy Shit I Haven't Seen You Since HIGH SCHOOL!!
Title: A Perfect Sort Of Love
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII (Holy shit baby, how you doin'??)
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Rating: PG-13 - R
Description: 15 Peeks Into Their Lives... Because I Believe They Honestly Have A Perfect Sort Of Love.
Words: 1541
Notes: For Doilyhands who inspires me to keep writing >D and gave me the words!
Guardian: “You know I never forgot you, right?” Zell swallowed hard knowing Seifer was more likely to throw it back into his face somehow than take it as a serious confession. But it was the truth. He never forgot his first love.
“Of course you didn’t forget me. I’m too awesome to forget!” Seifer laughed and went to push Zell of the dock when Zell back flipped to his feet and kicked Seifer in instead.
“I’m serious you big jerk!” Zell couldn’t help but laugh when Seifer resurfaced with a piece of seaweed sticking out of his mouth.
Leather: Zell bit his lip HARD when Seifer showed up to the SeeD dance not in his SeeD uniform but a tight grey T-shirt and even tighter black leather pants.
“This is a party! Not a toy soldier convention!” Was his only explanation. Then he grinned at Zell, “Though I see the soldier’s are at attention at least.” Zell looked down and promptly excused himself QUICKLY.
Words: Seifer pulled Zell out onto the terrace. They were both pretty well plastered from the party. They were laughing at something neither of them could quite figure out until they realized they were still holding hands and Zell flushed and chuckled a bit, trying to pull his hand away. Seifer didn’t let him go and just pulled him closer. They stared at each other and Zell swallowed heavily. When they kissed it was like a match being lit. A burst of fire that threatened to consume every ounce of oxygen between them. It was then they realized… words weren’t necessary.
Weapons: Zell could kill a red dragon or a malboro with his bare hands. So when Seifer tickled the shit out of him he realized just how much control it took Zell to just pin him to the bed and not break his arms off. Somehow… that was a huge turn on to him.
Ink: Seifer traced the tattoo on Zell’s face one morning, he’d never asked and Zell’d never told him the story behind it and something told him there was more to it than a fashion statement.
“Maybe I should get a hotdog tattooed on my dick.” He mused silently.
“If you want me to suck you off all you have to do is ask.” Zell yawned and Seifer flinched when he realized Zell had been awake the entire time.
Heat: Zell was a fireball of personality and Seifer was almost an ice king. Everyone in the Garden had noticed that Zell was much more calm with Seifer around and Seifer actually laughed and smiled with Zell around. They were quickly becoming Garden’s perfect match and had their own fan base growing.
Scars: Seifer would jerk awake some nights, sweat pouring down his shaking body. The fear that he still wasn’t in control of himself left him with nightmares about what could happen to those he loved. He’d look over at Zell sleeping peacefully and slowly calm himself down enough to fall back to sleep. Never mind the scar on his face… it was his emotional scars that were slowly eating away at him.
Flora: After Seifer’s last party he’d been moved down an entire rank for making a mock of the SeeD’s traditions. So Zell decided to dress him himself this time. He had specifically picked out the flower to stick in Seifer’s lapel and despite the scowl on his face he willingly let Zell slip it in.
“There!” Zell stood back and admired his handy work.
Seifer sniffled and crinkled his nose and his face steadily grew redder and redder.
“What’s wro--” Zell started but finally Seifer sneezed hard enough to burst the flower into a shower of petals and pollen which sent him into a fit of sneezes.
“Idiot, why didn’t you tell me you had allergies!!”
“I… was… TRYING…” another fit of sneezes interrupted him, “to… make you… happy!” Seifer sniffled harshly. Zell smiled, feeling special.
Zoo: Seifer woke up one morning to Zell with an apron on and a handkerchief around his head and tied under his nose as he trudged through piles of old pizza boxes, Chinese food cartons, hamburger wrappers, text books and weapon magazines and clothes lying everywhere.
“What are you doing in my room. Chicken-wuss?” Seifer sat up sleepily.
“Oh good! you’re awake! You can start taking these bags of trash out to the dump! This isn’t a zoo! you can’t live amongst your own filth!. Didn’t you mother ever teach you anything!?”
Seifer would’ve been angry if it wasn’t so amusing watching him rush around the room with his boundless energy.
“Apparently yours did.” Seifer yawned and flipped over on his mattress. Next thing he knew he was being carried and quickly found himself standing outside his dorm room in only a pair of boxers and 4 bags of trash lying around him.
“I’m going to kill him…” He stood there a moment before he picked up the bags and the door flew open and Zell poked his head out long enough to give him a quick peck on the lips.
“Good boy!” Zell giggled and ducked back in before Seifer would kick the door closed on him.
Food: They both shifted stared at their plates in disbelief. Seifer had saved up his salary for 6 months just to afford to take Zell to the swankiest restaurant in Galbadia… and the food on their plates looked more like chicken poop than genuine swank.
“What the hell is this?” Zell pointed at a piece of meat that was literally fit in the palm of his hand.
“It’s your behemoth steak, sir.” The waiter remarked dryly.
Zell blinks and grabs Seifer and drags him out of the restaurant.
“Dude, 6 months salary is NOT worth that shit. Just buy me a pile of hotdogs when we get back to Garden and we’ll call it even.” They go back to the hotel and order a pizza.
Charm: Zell fought the elnoyle’s all day long and returned home beaten and bruised but he’d gotten it. He stayed up all night hunched over his desk crafting the prize into something worthwhile. When he faced Seifer early the next morning he could hardly contain his excitement when he handed the finished product to Seifer.
It was an energy crystal set in a circular silver pendant. The silver was highly polished and the crystal was visable from both sides so when Seifer held it up it caught the light and sparkled blue and red with glitters of white.
“H…Happy Birthday. Sorry if it’s… kinda girly. I just… um.” Zell shrugged it off quickly at the blank expression on Seifer’s face.
Seifer knew how rare the crystal’s were. He’d only seen a few in his lifetime and he only needed to stare between it and the bruises on Zell’s pale skin to figure out what had happened.
“You idiot.” He whispered, sliding the string around his neck and tying it.
“You don’t like it?” Zell’s heart sank until Seifer quickly scooped him up and kissed him.
“It’s amazing. But that would’ve done me just fine for a birthday present.” Seifer let him go and Zell swallowed hard and smiled.
Sweat: Zell had a strange habit of putting one of Seifer’s dirty T-shirts on his body pillow when Seifer was gone. Having the smell of him near brought him just enough comfort to get to sleep on the nights he spent alone.
Dreams: “I always dreamed of being someone‘s knight. It was the most romantic thing I‘d ever heard. Being so in love with someone you‘d lay down your life for them. I always doubted I‘d find a love like that.” It was a rare moment when Seifer would lie stretched out with Zell under the Balamb stars and really let his inner thoughts out.
“You’ll find it someday.” Zell smiled. Admittedly he didn’t quite understand what Seifer was getting at. He was a bit slow like that.
“You goofball… I’m trying to say I think I found it already.” Seifer laughed when Zell blushed and he used it as an opportunity to lean over and kiss him.
Sun: Zell thought Seifer was a god bathed in the light of the morning sun. He went through his morning gun blade training with an unparalleled intensity. The sun almost seemed to shine just to reflect of his bronze skin and honey hair as he almost seemed to dance against the sky. Zell could only watch, his mouth opened slightly at the sheer beauty of it all. Seifer was a fierce warrior that could kill without mercy… but right now Zell could only think of him as the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.
Moon: He looked ethereal. His pale skin and shock of bleach blond hair held the light of the moon as if it belonged to him alone as he made his way towards Seifer. He smiled gently and gave Seifer no time to speak as he leaned in and kissed him deeply, his naked fingers sliding along Seifer’s flesh. The moon drifted lazily across the sky and they moved against each other with skin and breath and sweat… lunatics calling their passions into the night… well into the dawn.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII (Holy shit baby, how you doin'??)
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Rating: PG-13 - R
Description: 15 Peeks Into Their Lives... Because I Believe They Honestly Have A Perfect Sort Of Love.
Words: 1541
Notes: For Doilyhands who inspires me to keep writing >D and gave me the words!
Guardian: “You know I never forgot you, right?” Zell swallowed hard knowing Seifer was more likely to throw it back into his face somehow than take it as a serious confession. But it was the truth. He never forgot his first love.
“Of course you didn’t forget me. I’m too awesome to forget!” Seifer laughed and went to push Zell of the dock when Zell back flipped to his feet and kicked Seifer in instead.
“I’m serious you big jerk!” Zell couldn’t help but laugh when Seifer resurfaced with a piece of seaweed sticking out of his mouth.
Leather: Zell bit his lip HARD when Seifer showed up to the SeeD dance not in his SeeD uniform but a tight grey T-shirt and even tighter black leather pants.
“This is a party! Not a toy soldier convention!” Was his only explanation. Then he grinned at Zell, “Though I see the soldier’s are at attention at least.” Zell looked down and promptly excused himself QUICKLY.
Words: Seifer pulled Zell out onto the terrace. They were both pretty well plastered from the party. They were laughing at something neither of them could quite figure out until they realized they were still holding hands and Zell flushed and chuckled a bit, trying to pull his hand away. Seifer didn’t let him go and just pulled him closer. They stared at each other and Zell swallowed heavily. When they kissed it was like a match being lit. A burst of fire that threatened to consume every ounce of oxygen between them. It was then they realized… words weren’t necessary.
Weapons: Zell could kill a red dragon or a malboro with his bare hands. So when Seifer tickled the shit out of him he realized just how much control it took Zell to just pin him to the bed and not break his arms off. Somehow… that was a huge turn on to him.
Ink: Seifer traced the tattoo on Zell’s face one morning, he’d never asked and Zell’d never told him the story behind it and something told him there was more to it than a fashion statement.
“Maybe I should get a hotdog tattooed on my dick.” He mused silently.
“If you want me to suck you off all you have to do is ask.” Zell yawned and Seifer flinched when he realized Zell had been awake the entire time.
Heat: Zell was a fireball of personality and Seifer was almost an ice king. Everyone in the Garden had noticed that Zell was much more calm with Seifer around and Seifer actually laughed and smiled with Zell around. They were quickly becoming Garden’s perfect match and had their own fan base growing.
Scars: Seifer would jerk awake some nights, sweat pouring down his shaking body. The fear that he still wasn’t in control of himself left him with nightmares about what could happen to those he loved. He’d look over at Zell sleeping peacefully and slowly calm himself down enough to fall back to sleep. Never mind the scar on his face… it was his emotional scars that were slowly eating away at him.
Flora: After Seifer’s last party he’d been moved down an entire rank for making a mock of the SeeD’s traditions. So Zell decided to dress him himself this time. He had specifically picked out the flower to stick in Seifer’s lapel and despite the scowl on his face he willingly let Zell slip it in.
“There!” Zell stood back and admired his handy work.
Seifer sniffled and crinkled his nose and his face steadily grew redder and redder.
“What’s wro--” Zell started but finally Seifer sneezed hard enough to burst the flower into a shower of petals and pollen which sent him into a fit of sneezes.
“Idiot, why didn’t you tell me you had allergies!!”
“I… was… TRYING…” another fit of sneezes interrupted him, “to… make you… happy!” Seifer sniffled harshly. Zell smiled, feeling special.
Zoo: Seifer woke up one morning to Zell with an apron on and a handkerchief around his head and tied under his nose as he trudged through piles of old pizza boxes, Chinese food cartons, hamburger wrappers, text books and weapon magazines and clothes lying everywhere.
“What are you doing in my room. Chicken-wuss?” Seifer sat up sleepily.
“Oh good! you’re awake! You can start taking these bags of trash out to the dump! This isn’t a zoo! you can’t live amongst your own filth!. Didn’t you mother ever teach you anything!?”
Seifer would’ve been angry if it wasn’t so amusing watching him rush around the room with his boundless energy.
“Apparently yours did.” Seifer yawned and flipped over on his mattress. Next thing he knew he was being carried and quickly found himself standing outside his dorm room in only a pair of boxers and 4 bags of trash lying around him.
“I’m going to kill him…” He stood there a moment before he picked up the bags and the door flew open and Zell poked his head out long enough to give him a quick peck on the lips.
“Good boy!” Zell giggled and ducked back in before Seifer would kick the door closed on him.
Food: They both shifted stared at their plates in disbelief. Seifer had saved up his salary for 6 months just to afford to take Zell to the swankiest restaurant in Galbadia… and the food on their plates looked more like chicken poop than genuine swank.
“What the hell is this?” Zell pointed at a piece of meat that was literally fit in the palm of his hand.
“It’s your behemoth steak, sir.” The waiter remarked dryly.
Zell blinks and grabs Seifer and drags him out of the restaurant.
“Dude, 6 months salary is NOT worth that shit. Just buy me a pile of hotdogs when we get back to Garden and we’ll call it even.” They go back to the hotel and order a pizza.
Charm: Zell fought the elnoyle’s all day long and returned home beaten and bruised but he’d gotten it. He stayed up all night hunched over his desk crafting the prize into something worthwhile. When he faced Seifer early the next morning he could hardly contain his excitement when he handed the finished product to Seifer.
It was an energy crystal set in a circular silver pendant. The silver was highly polished and the crystal was visable from both sides so when Seifer held it up it caught the light and sparkled blue and red with glitters of white.
“H…Happy Birthday. Sorry if it’s… kinda girly. I just… um.” Zell shrugged it off quickly at the blank expression on Seifer’s face.
Seifer knew how rare the crystal’s were. He’d only seen a few in his lifetime and he only needed to stare between it and the bruises on Zell’s pale skin to figure out what had happened.
“You idiot.” He whispered, sliding the string around his neck and tying it.
“You don’t like it?” Zell’s heart sank until Seifer quickly scooped him up and kissed him.
“It’s amazing. But that would’ve done me just fine for a birthday present.” Seifer let him go and Zell swallowed hard and smiled.
Sweat: Zell had a strange habit of putting one of Seifer’s dirty T-shirts on his body pillow when Seifer was gone. Having the smell of him near brought him just enough comfort to get to sleep on the nights he spent alone.
Dreams: “I always dreamed of being someone‘s knight. It was the most romantic thing I‘d ever heard. Being so in love with someone you‘d lay down your life for them. I always doubted I‘d find a love like that.” It was a rare moment when Seifer would lie stretched out with Zell under the Balamb stars and really let his inner thoughts out.
“You’ll find it someday.” Zell smiled. Admittedly he didn’t quite understand what Seifer was getting at. He was a bit slow like that.
“You goofball… I’m trying to say I think I found it already.” Seifer laughed when Zell blushed and he used it as an opportunity to lean over and kiss him.
Sun: Zell thought Seifer was a god bathed in the light of the morning sun. He went through his morning gun blade training with an unparalleled intensity. The sun almost seemed to shine just to reflect of his bronze skin and honey hair as he almost seemed to dance against the sky. Zell could only watch, his mouth opened slightly at the sheer beauty of it all. Seifer was a fierce warrior that could kill without mercy… but right now Zell could only think of him as the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.
Moon: He looked ethereal. His pale skin and shock of bleach blond hair held the light of the moon as if it belonged to him alone as he made his way towards Seifer. He smiled gently and gave Seifer no time to speak as he leaned in and kissed him deeply, his naked fingers sliding along Seifer’s flesh. The moon drifted lazily across the sky and they moved against each other with skin and breath and sweat… lunatics calling their passions into the night… well into the dawn.