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FFVIII: Loyalty
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Fujin
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: He's as loyal to her as she is to him. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"You and Leonhart don't even talk to each other."
Seifer is amazed and curious and apathetic all at once, and he can just do that, never mind whether any of that contradicts itself. He's Seifer and if he wants to be curious but not care really, that's just fine with Fujin.
"DO."
"You sound like a kid," he says, lazily, tipping his chair back and lighting his cigarette. For a moment, alarm bells ring in her head but then she shrugs them away, because even if smoking inside Garden (or even outside, really) is prohibited, what can she do? She's not even a member of the disciplinary committee anymore.
She's tempted to retort 'DO NOT', but that would just back up his point and she doesn't really care about his teasing anyway. She wonders how shocked he'd be if she went over to Squall's table now, sat down beside him. He'd probably be pissed. He'd probably take it as a betrayal and get pissed.
"So. You're fucking Commander Prettyboy. Is he any good?"
"YES."
She fights back a blush at the thought of it, of the way Squall opens up and reaches out when they're alone together, the way he wraps his arms around her, the way --
"You're blushing, Fu," Seifer says, and his tone is amused and interested and maybe a little surprised.
"SO WHAT?"
"Next I expect you to start saying 'whatever' like him, too," he teases, glaring at his cigarette and stubbing it out. "Fucking second-grade shit."
"BAD FOR YOU."
"So what? If I'm going to destroy my body, I'll do it in a pleasant way, thank you very much. So, you're fucking Squally-boy. Does that mean you want me to make friends with him or something? Stop fighting with him?"
His question is honest and she smiles at it because he's at least as loyal to her and Rai as they are to him. He would do it, though it'd grind against him and make him feel like he was going against his nature. So she shakes her head.
"NO THANKS. TAKE OUT FRUSTRATION."
There's a bell somewhere and Seifer sighs and gets up and grabs a heavy bag of books. "Well, thanks to your loverboy, I have a class now, but," he pauses, and then licks his lips and takes a breath and says it, "I'm glad you told me. And I'll try not to fuck up and kill him, for your sake."
"Thank you," she says, quietly, more sincere than ever.
Pairing: Squall/Fujin
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: He's as loyal to her as she is to him. For
fanfic100."You and Leonhart don't even talk to each other."
Seifer is amazed and curious and apathetic all at once, and he can just do that, never mind whether any of that contradicts itself. He's Seifer and if he wants to be curious but not care really, that's just fine with Fujin.
"DO."
"You sound like a kid," he says, lazily, tipping his chair back and lighting his cigarette. For a moment, alarm bells ring in her head but then she shrugs them away, because even if smoking inside Garden (or even outside, really) is prohibited, what can she do? She's not even a member of the disciplinary committee anymore.
She's tempted to retort 'DO NOT', but that would just back up his point and she doesn't really care about his teasing anyway. She wonders how shocked he'd be if she went over to Squall's table now, sat down beside him. He'd probably be pissed. He'd probably take it as a betrayal and get pissed.
"So. You're fucking Commander Prettyboy. Is he any good?"
"YES."
She fights back a blush at the thought of it, of the way Squall opens up and reaches out when they're alone together, the way he wraps his arms around her, the way --
"You're blushing, Fu," Seifer says, and his tone is amused and interested and maybe a little surprised.
"SO WHAT?"
"Next I expect you to start saying 'whatever' like him, too," he teases, glaring at his cigarette and stubbing it out. "Fucking second-grade shit."
"BAD FOR YOU."
"So what? If I'm going to destroy my body, I'll do it in a pleasant way, thank you very much. So, you're fucking Squally-boy. Does that mean you want me to make friends with him or something? Stop fighting with him?"
His question is honest and she smiles at it because he's at least as loyal to her and Rai as they are to him. He would do it, though it'd grind against him and make him feel like he was going against his nature. So she shakes her head.
"NO THANKS. TAKE OUT FRUSTRATION."
There's a bell somewhere and Seifer sighs and gets up and grabs a heavy bag of books. "Well, thanks to your loverboy, I have a class now, but," he pauses, and then licks his lips and takes a breath and says it, "I'm glad you told me. And I'll try not to fuck up and kill him, for your sake."
"Thank you," she says, quietly, more sincere than ever.
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