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bonnefoisTitle: “You are the only person who can make impossible feats possible.”
Fandom: FE8/Seima/The Sacred Stones
Pairing: Seth/Franz, more or less
Rating: PG/PG-13 at most. Innocent stuff.
A/N:
First, zomg! fangirl! These guys were my very first FE support and seima otp! but sadly, I haven't been able to find many people who agree with me, so I fangirled for a solid minute ♥!
Franz can fit “General Seth” into any sentence. Franz’s eyes are bright as he tells this exploit or how proudly General Seth lead them on this raid against the bandits that seem to perennially haunt the borders of their country.
While usually shy and lacking confidence, whenever the General’s name was mentioned, Franz would go into a reverie.
Ever since he’d been a new recruit, he’d idolized Seth, and years hadn’t changed that.
On the contrary, his devotion had only grown stronger.
*
In the years since the war that spanned the entire continent, General Seth had seen many changes. He’d seen Renais destroyed and rebuilt, painstakingly, brick by brick. He’d seen both twins married off, and now Eirika in her third month of pregnancy.
Seth felt much older than his actual age, as if the blood, the violence and had sunk deep into his skin, but then, war touched a person deeper, some scars always remained. He knew the princess still woke up screaming sometimes, and Ephriam would run to her bedside and rock her until she could succumb to sleep’s numbness again.
Sadness wasn’t something that could simply be washed away, it took many years to forget , and even then there’d be shadows of claws and snapping monsters and a battalion of knights he’d failed to save and a King he’d failed to protect.
Seth wondered if he’d ever really fully heal at all.
*
And yet, little had changed with Franz. He retained his babyface, the rigorous training only made his body leaner and more muscular. He gained some confidence, but never became jaded, or lost that gentleness that so defined him. And even with the years, the boy, no, man, still retained that unearthly awe of him.
Blessed with natural talent and a surprising amount of determination, Franz climbed up the ranks, becoming one of the youngest officials in Renais, and his second-in-command.
Franz was by his side constantly now, every morning he fetched reports, called orders. He knew Franz would even run menial tasks for him if asked, and would do so happily, without a trace of begrudging or a single complaint.
Today Franz came in as usual, his hair mussed from the winds of the morning.
“Here’s your reports, General. I picked them up on the way for you..sir.”
Seth nodded and took them from him, for a moment, their ungloved hands brushed.
He noticed the little things that happened more and more these days. The warmth of fleeting touches between passing of papers, breathy moments, Franz’s eyes lifted to his, and he thought he saw a trace of a flush on his cheeks. Seth attributed it to wind-burn.
He took heed of the stack of papers, ruffling through the weapons and armor reports, Forde had managed to dent his armor again, Kyle’s had gotten rusty due to keeping his watch even in a rainstorm, Franz’s had...
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw how Franz stared at the ground, seeming to ponder something, deep and pressing within himself.
“What is it, Franz?”
Franz lifted his eyes to him.
“General...please forgive me for this.”
Franz closed the short distance and leaned up, not far since his last growth spurt. When their lips met, he was surprised how soft Franz is, without thinking of the consequences, Seth pulled Franz against him and braced the back of his head, slipping his fingers through the soft curls as he deepened the kiss. When they broke apart it was a sudden jolt to both of them, and they awkwardly disentangled.
“General,” Franz breathed.
Seth stared at him, the shape of his skin, the olive green of his eyes.
“You are what’s most important to me, General, I—” Franz broke off and bit his lip.
Seth felt a strange warmth build inside his chest, a light, airy feeling that fluttered up.
It refused to be brushed aside.
“I-I’m sorry, General, I–” Franz fought for words past his steadily increasing blush.
“It’s ok, Franz,” Seth said. He touched Franz’s arm, just above the elbow, and Franz shivered at the touch.
He kissed Franz this time, it was a less clumsy, hurried affair, less the desperate grasping for breath of a dying man and more the controlled language of affection. There was a silent understanding between them, their bodies, tongues, hearts, minds. There would be many more years, times to perfect this art, there need be no hurry this time.
To Seth it felt like springtime, like sunshine falling down on his face, like it had before the war had scarred him
It felt like healing.
Fandom: FE8/Seima/The Sacred Stones
Pairing: Seth/Franz, more or less
Rating: PG/PG-13 at most. Innocent stuff.
A/N:
First, zomg! fangirl! These guys were my very first FE support and seima otp! but sadly, I haven't been able to find many people who agree with me, so I fangirled for a solid minute ♥!
Franz can fit “General Seth” into any sentence. Franz’s eyes are bright as he tells this exploit or how proudly General Seth lead them on this raid against the bandits that seem to perennially haunt the borders of their country.
While usually shy and lacking confidence, whenever the General’s name was mentioned, Franz would go into a reverie.
Ever since he’d been a new recruit, he’d idolized Seth, and years hadn’t changed that.
On the contrary, his devotion had only grown stronger.
*
In the years since the war that spanned the entire continent, General Seth had seen many changes. He’d seen Renais destroyed and rebuilt, painstakingly, brick by brick. He’d seen both twins married off, and now Eirika in her third month of pregnancy.
Seth felt much older than his actual age, as if the blood, the violence and had sunk deep into his skin, but then, war touched a person deeper, some scars always remained. He knew the princess still woke up screaming sometimes, and Ephriam would run to her bedside and rock her until she could succumb to sleep’s numbness again.
Sadness wasn’t something that could simply be washed away, it took many years to forget , and even then there’d be shadows of claws and snapping monsters and a battalion of knights he’d failed to save and a King he’d failed to protect.
Seth wondered if he’d ever really fully heal at all.
*
And yet, little had changed with Franz. He retained his babyface, the rigorous training only made his body leaner and more muscular. He gained some confidence, but never became jaded, or lost that gentleness that so defined him. And even with the years, the boy, no, man, still retained that unearthly awe of him.
Blessed with natural talent and a surprising amount of determination, Franz climbed up the ranks, becoming one of the youngest officials in Renais, and his second-in-command.
Franz was by his side constantly now, every morning he fetched reports, called orders. He knew Franz would even run menial tasks for him if asked, and would do so happily, without a trace of begrudging or a single complaint.
Today Franz came in as usual, his hair mussed from the winds of the morning.
“Here’s your reports, General. I picked them up on the way for you..sir.”
Seth nodded and took them from him, for a moment, their ungloved hands brushed.
He noticed the little things that happened more and more these days. The warmth of fleeting touches between passing of papers, breathy moments, Franz’s eyes lifted to his, and he thought he saw a trace of a flush on his cheeks. Seth attributed it to wind-burn.
He took heed of the stack of papers, ruffling through the weapons and armor reports, Forde had managed to dent his armor again, Kyle’s had gotten rusty due to keeping his watch even in a rainstorm, Franz’s had...
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw how Franz stared at the ground, seeming to ponder something, deep and pressing within himself.
“What is it, Franz?”
Franz lifted his eyes to him.
“General...please forgive me for this.”
Franz closed the short distance and leaned up, not far since his last growth spurt. When their lips met, he was surprised how soft Franz is, without thinking of the consequences, Seth pulled Franz against him and braced the back of his head, slipping his fingers through the soft curls as he deepened the kiss. When they broke apart it was a sudden jolt to both of them, and they awkwardly disentangled.
“General,” Franz breathed.
Seth stared at him, the shape of his skin, the olive green of his eyes.
“You are what’s most important to me, General, I—” Franz broke off and bit his lip.
Seth felt a strange warmth build inside his chest, a light, airy feeling that fluttered up.
It refused to be brushed aside.
“I-I’m sorry, General, I–” Franz fought for words past his steadily increasing blush.
“It’s ok, Franz,” Seth said. He touched Franz’s arm, just above the elbow, and Franz shivered at the touch.
He kissed Franz this time, it was a less clumsy, hurried affair, less the desperate grasping for breath of a dying man and more the controlled language of affection. There was a silent understanding between them, their bodies, tongues, hearts, minds. There would be many more years, times to perfect this art, there need be no hurry this time.
To Seth it felt like springtime, like sunshine falling down on his face, like it had before the war had scarred him
It felt like healing.
