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s0up1ta · 4 months

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OKAY FJRST. THE LITTLE DETAILS FROM THEIR CANON DESIGNS/YOUR PERSONAL DESIGNS BECAUSE THEY ARE CANON TO ME TO THE AU

not to be the chip guy but of course he comes first. chibos little beanie instead of the captains hat is SUCH a great touch !! the fact he still has his necklace and his long coat in a different more cover-up-slut approach makes me insaneeeee god he's so. Just like me frfr. you just drew me but if i had long hair and more bastard swagger that's so coolio bro what the freaksauce... ALSO keeping his belt and piercings make me to happy forever and ever but swagever ! Im normal ^_^ WAITTT also the "coverupslut" tits thing is really funny to me obviously he couldn't be walking around like that in the Real World because it's lame and doesn't support his transgender swagger but I really love how you kept his midriff and the teensiest tiniest little bit of a happy trail because he fucking WOULD wouldn't he. he WOULD fucking look like that. and !! speaking of speaking of that his black crop top thing works really well with both his style and his style of dancing which I think is so awesome sauce broski AND THE BLACK NAILS. THATS IMPORTANT can i get you to make something canon for me from one guy to another you're such a good friend and this isn't me buttering you up at all but on a totally separate note did you know you're hot and cool and all your art is amazing and you're talented and smart. could you make it so jay was the one to paint his nails and he complained forever and ever about it he wad so annoyed but he only complained more when the paint started chipping and he forced her to fix it. staring at you with autism eyes Btw

gillion design is so real forever and ever and I'm totally okay about it bro trust. absolutely LOVE the fact he kept his necklace too but instead it's framed as a gift from pretzel and made as a Kandi necklace :〕 it's so sick ANDDD THE WAY HE DRESSES !!! his baggy black tank-top and belt with the pants bro you Get It he fucking. Would look like that humanized wouldn't he. the bracelets and the also black nails (that. And Again, looking at you with begging and pleading autism eyes. jay probably had to act like she was just SO down to do and felt like it for funsies so she could teach pretzel when in reality chibo just begged her because he's a little bitch and really wanted to bond with gillion because he's an idiot and couldn't think of a better way. Also his paint was chipping and he was mildly annoyed) AND !! THE HAIRRRRR holy shit my friend tumblr user and mutual soup s0up1ta im losing my actual goddamn ever-loving mind over the way you drew his dyed hair it's so fucking pretty dude THE COLORRRRSSSSSS THE COLORS IM BEING POSSESED AND TAKEN AWAY. THE VIBRANCY SNATCHED MY SOUL AND GOT ME VAPORIZED LIKE IT WAS DAYBRINGER SOLOMON SAVE THE WORLD AND SUCK EACH OTHER VAMP4VAMP STYLE MY FINAL MESSAGE

Oh my god. And pretzel. soup im losing my fucking MINDDDDD over pretzel i know when you showed me the (theses aren't posted yet. i get to be in the Cool Exclusive Friend Club for. Asecond >:DDD) drawings of her with the biker helmet i lost my shit then but I need to lose it again. i lose that very frequently. The little patches in her jeans and clips in her messy hair and home-made bracelets covering every part of her body that they can and her big fluffy skirts that mimic her frogtopus arms that spread out and her overalls QND THAT ONE DRAWING. WHERE AHE IS PAINTING GILLIONS EYELINER ON IM. SOUP IM SHAKING YOU IM LOSING OT and also. Of course she would like bluey <3

Now onto the actual writing for just a second because I need to ramble on how well you fucking Captured the way it was written so perfectly because like. Holy fuck dude

Tigers being paired with you Definitely is the best possible outcome because you have created something for me to be Insane about. I could picture everything so vividly and i heard that one line where it was him going "I want you. I want you baby" and i just completely saw your drawing of them arms linked and extended and I lost my MINDD soup. spinning in circles and shimmying like a deep sea isopod ruffling up dirt on the seafloor look at me in my dead ass eye holes because i cannot express enough how much I love that. everything in this fic was pictured entirely in your style and I'm so fucking normal about that I promise. i LOVE seeing the little details you move from both cannon jrwi and your designs into the way they're drawing because, and I cannot stress this enough that this is a good thing, they all look like Them. normally with au's it's them slightly off or that's Them just in a different outfit but NOOO dude you got it so perfect. yeah that IS what they would look like that IS how they would dress and act and look and fucking DANCE bro 🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

and finally just wanted to say the writing is sosososo good forever and ever but that's exactly what I would expect from Tigers101 the fnc guy and chip kisser themself alright not surprised in the least. and with the art being as amazing at going with it not nearly surprised it's sof uckign awesome seeing you grow and get more talented as an artist because DUDE !!!!!! HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE GROWNNNN its so awesome man

anyway leave you with this image

because i saw the part where chibo blushed and I pictured him in your style and i nearly whisper-screamed faggot out loud before catching myself because I'm tired <3 thank you for being you and so rad and sweet forever and ever and making the sick ass cool ass shit that you do im sohyped and so happy everytime I get. A message or a tag from you because I KNOWWWWW it means I get something to feast apon and i love it so much. already said it once but it's so nice i say it twice suck each other vamp4vamp style and save da world. my final message

I AM FRAMING THIS AND HANGING IT ON MY WALL FOREVER THANK YOU SO MUCH DUDE AUDHJSJSJDKFBJS 😭😭💕💕💕

#designing them all was SO fun bro im really happy i was able to translate them well into a modern au :)#genuinely had a blast with the outfits and accessories and ESPECIALLY designing a human gill and pretzel #like keeping some of gill's features i got going on in my design like his nose and hair and the tattoos being the skin markings #AND PRETZEL AUFHHS #i wanted her hair to be like the tentacles and to translate that unhinged 8 year old energy (i would know- i have a sister who's nine)#like the first thing i thought of was ponyo and i ran with that #and the jewlery jehdjejrhjrhf the beaded bracelets and necklaces pretzel and gill wear #and chip's little axe earring being a little more subtle but There #also incredibly small detail but he's got a mole where his scar is in his canon design so thats neat #but YEAH working on this has been such a blast and you can SEE how much ive grown just in the span of the months this has been going on for #like the one with gill putting his hair up is one of the first ones i drew and the one with them dancing is the most recent one #im so happy with how this has turned out and very excited for you guys to see the upcoming chapters because WE'RE NOT DONE YET BOYS >:)))#genuinely such a cool thing ive been able to work on dude im really happy people like it :)#s0up1talks

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 287: Family Reunion

Previously on BnHA: The Tomura For One VS Deku And Pals clusterfuck reached new levels of clustfuckery as AFO possessed Tomura’s body and stabbed Kacchan and Endeavor. Shouto was all “good thing I leveled up offscreen so as to be able to fly around whilst carrying 400lbs worth of people”, and did just that and it was like, damn, son. Meanwhile Deku’s rage went Mach 100, and he kicked Tomura’s ass for almost two whole seconds, but in the process he apparently forgot that IF TOMURA TOUCHES HIM THAT IS VERY BAD, and so he stupidly let Tomura touch him and Tomura was all “GAME, SET.” Fortunately for Deku, his quirk plays by its own rules, and so the chapter ended with us cutting to the METAPHYSICAL OFA/AFO PARANORMAL DREAMSCAPE OF MYSTICAL BULLSHIT, where AFO!Vestige was all “lol Tomura y u mad”, and Nana!Vestige was all “SUP DEKU, YOU’RE JUST IN TIME, LOOKS LIKE IT’S ASSKICKING O’CLOCK.” I’m paraphrasing a bit, but that’s more or less the gist of it.

Today on BnHA: AFO is all “well if it isn’t Tomura’s grandmother who I murdered that one time”, and Deku is all “?”, and AFO is all “fucking vestiges, man, wild”, and Deku is all “??”, and AFO is all “ANYWAYS GETTIM TOMURA”, and OFA is all “NOT SO FAST”, and Deku is all “???”, and really, same. AFO then goes off on some wild tangent about how Deku is unworthy because he couldn’t protect everyone and needed help from OFA and got mad about his friends being stabbed, which is such a cold take it gave me hypothermia, but it ends up not mattering since Deku and Tomura both wake up seconds later with OFA still in the possession of its rightful owner, HOW ABOUT THAT. The chapter ends with the LoV approaching on Gigantomachia’s back with Dabi practically salivating at the mouth, and Toga trying to reignite an old fandom blood feud. Toga why would you do this to me. Toga.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

[CROWD LOSING THEIR MINDS] FINALLY THE NANA HAS COME BACK TO BNHA!! IF YA SMELLLLL WHAT THE NANA IS COOKIN!!!!! [RINGSIDE BELL CHIMING WILDLY] [LOUD AIRHORN NOISES]

“chapter 287: mistake” omg. yeah I’ll say you made a mistake, AFO. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE FLEETING LAST MOMENTS OF YOUR SHITTY EVIL LIFE

(ETA: so in all seriousness this must be referring to AFO’s belief that All Might/OFA made a mistake in choosing Deku, right? “I can’t believe you went and chose this shounen manga protagonist as your champion, what were you thinking.” I’ll just put this out there: however many comic books AFO read as a child, it clearly was not enough.)

wow Deku how slow are you

yes you’re inside OFA you dimbulb, did you think your clothes suddenly vanished out of the blue and the ghost of Nana just randomly appeared in the real world by some freak coincidence?? can you believe this kid. breaks his arms a measly 10-15 times in a row and all of a sudden he can’t think straight, get it together Deku

but also brb having a moment at the fact that his thoughts immediately run back to Kacchan, even with all of this nonsense going on and Nana about to lay the beatdown on AFO’s potato-lookin’ ass. forget that noise, all he wants to know is whether or not Kacchan is all right. fuckin’ geez. AM I OVERREACTING HERE A BIT. probably

(ETA: ALSO!! the way he just trails off!! “Kacchan is...” and then he can’t bring himself to complete the thought. oh my god my heart.)

HOLY SHIT

okay,

damn but this man sure knows how to ruffle my feathers. as eminently detestable as ever!!

could it be any clearer here that AFO is not on Tomura’s side?? for a moment I thought he had actually grabbed him by the back of the head in order to get him to look. but nope, he’s just resting his pointing hand on top of his head instead while he’s all “HEY TOMURA LOL IT’S THE GHOST OF YOUR DEAD PATHETIC GRANDMA”

for those keeping track at home, this would be the first time that Deku has heard this information -- that Tomura is Nana’s grandson -- and possibly the first time Vestige!Nana has heard it as well. Nana died when Kotarou was still a child, so for all we know the Vestige!Nana didn’t even know she had a grandson, lol. TODAY ON “MAKESTE RANTS AT LENGTH ABOUT THINGS THAT WILL PROBABLY BE ADDRESSED WITHIN THE NEXT THREE PANELS”, anyway moving on

lmao for the record I fucking LOLed at this giant question mark immediately bubbling up over Deku’s head

no idea what AFO is about to ramble on about now, haven’t read that far yet. but let the record show that Deku’s immediate reaction to hearing “BTW NANA IS YOUR ARCHNEMESIS’S GRANDMA LULZ” is everything I could have hoped for

(ETA: fandom nailed the shit out of this one with the confused Mr. Krabs meme lmao.)

okay so now AFO is monologuing at length about how he would sometimes have “riveting dreams” about the previous owners of all the quirks he stole. but once he gave the quirks away they stopped bothering him?? holy moly let me just take all the notes

okay so he’s saying that Vestiges are created whenever someone has their quirk stolen by AFO. but if they then disappear when he gives the quirks away, does that also mean that whoever receives the quirks also gets the original owner’s Vestige bundled in every time?? that would be wild okay hold up let me read the rest of this

so he’s saying that the Vestiges are actually the “consciousnesses” of the original quirk owners, which have become embedded in their dna or something. SOUNDS INCREDIBLY DUBIOUS TO ME LOL but on the other hand this is a world where children can be born with airplane heads, so my disbelief can hardly afford to pick and choose what it’s gonna be suspended at! anyways though, how does he know he’s the only one who was able to converse with them? did you conduct detailed six-month follow-up interviews with everyone you gave quirks to or what

and if it really is the case that this ability was formerly exclusive to him, isn’t that more evidence than ever that OFA and AFO are actually THE EXACT SAME QUIRK oh whoops am I getting ahead of myself again, sorry

MEANWHILE TOMURA IS ALL, “GRANDMA?”

“WHY AM I HERE, WELL LET ME TELL YOU A STORY, GRANDSON. YOU SEE THAT MAN GROWING OUT OF YOUR RIBCAGE THERE? WELL IT’S JUST THE FUNNIEST THING, ACTUALLY”

WAIT SO IS HE SAYING THEY’RE SOULS OR NOT??

this makes it sound like they won’t ever get to rest, which sure sounds like a soul thing to me. well whatever, soul, consciousness, I guess it’s just semantics at the end of the day

anyways though, so this asshole is finally done talking (I’m sure that won’t last), so now we can finally have the heartwarming reunion we’ve all been waiting for

sigh

-- actually, no, not “sigh”!! you know what!! because Tomura says “whatever the reason”, but that’s only because he doesn’t actually have a fucking clue about the reason. like, I don’t know if the knowledge that AFO killed Nana would be enough to give him pause, but if he knew the whole story and knew that AFO was behind not only Nana’s death, but the rest of his family’s deaths as well... now that would be a whole different thing

anyway. but at least it’s becoming clearer now why AFO spent all that time raising Tomura up as his heir and brainwashing him even though he seems to have been planning this body takeover the whole time. it’s all because he loves making people miserable! yaaaaay

btw HAS NANA HAD THE EXACT SAME MOLE ON HER CHIN AS TOMURA THIS ENTIRE TIME WTF. am I just the least observant person who ever lived lmao

lol wtf

ground: [randomly starts exploding]

Deku: “ONE FOR ALL IS BEING ERODED!!!” LOL IS THAT WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE, OKAY THEN. I’ll take your word for it

y’all I cannot fucking get over this “AFO growing out of Tomura’s hip socket like a fucked-up ventriloquist dummy” shit though

you do realize that absolutely no one can take you seriously right now, right?? it’s important to me that you know this

WHAT’S THIS NOW

seems like SOMEONE has had it up to here with a certain SOMEONE ELSE’S bullshit lmaooo bye Felicia

I SAID GOOD DAY!!

you guys why is he not dying!!

-- OH DAMN

love how Deku is just lying there like “YOU KNOW THOSE DAYS WHERE YOU’RE LIKE, THIS MIGHT AS WELL HAPPEN.” poor Deku

(ETA: where in god’s name is OFA Prime standing. why are my thoughts fully consumed by this lmao.)

are Nana and OFA Prime even doing anything?? why are they sticking their arms out like that. wait hold up is this all a big metaphor for the back-and-forth going on between Tomura trying to steal OFA and OFA being all “actually no you can’t, please enter your password and click on all the boxes with bicycles in them to prove you’re a human first”?

OH SNAP OFA PRIME SAID NO THANKS

“SORRY BRO WE’VE ALREADY MADE OURSELVES AT HOME HERE”

I have only just noticed that metaphysical!Deku has the same scars as actual!Deku. and yet his arms are not currently broken! that doesn’t really seem consistent to me but whatever!! maybe he saved right before the boss battle, that would be smart of him

anyway, that’s great and all that OFA Prime is here helping out, but I really wanted to see Nana fight AFO in a one on one though so I’m a bit disappointed. also why is it only the two of them?? where are Banjou and the others. of all the times to be sleeping on the job

FOR FUCK’S SAKE, THIS MAN

WOULD YOU STOP. WOULD YOU JUST QUIT IT ALREADY

oh shit hold up

doesn’t this confirm that the reason he wanted to transfer his power to Tomura is because he believed it would make him strong enough to finally take OFA because of Quirk Singularity? jesus christ. and here he was so sure of himself. but it turns out he doesn’t actually know shit! you can’t just fucking take OFA like that ya dingdong that’s not how it works

(ETA: SO, A THOUGHT -- is there any sort of subtle hinting here in the way that he words this? “if your strength is combined with mine”, as opposed to “if my strength is combined with yours”? no idea if the admittedly-so-small-as-to-be-almost-inconsequential distinction between those two sentences exists in the original Japanese or not, but I find it very interesting that the English wording implies that he’s the one adding Tomura’s strength to his own, rather than vice versa.)

now he’s insulting Deku!!

excuse me sir WHO ASKED YOU anyway. and never mind that being consumed by an, AND I QUOTE, “unquenchable” rage is your protege’s whole THING, and that he also needed your help to avoid being burned to a crisp a short while ago. where do you get off I swear

(ETA: also just want to point out that in the panel before this one he says that he’s been “watching through Tomura”, which pretty much confirms that his consciousness or whatever is alive inside of him all the time. Tomura is definitely not getting rid of this guy any time soon.)

WOW

first he calls Kacchan useless, then he calls Deku a simpleton, and don’t even get me started with Nana. just, you guys. this man is just... a very, very rude man

NOW OFA IS ALL “THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT MAKES HIM SUCH A GOOD PROTAGNIST YOU BUTTMUNCH” AND OMG PREACH

“DESPITE HIS COMMON SENSE” sdfkllk my man he already has one brother roasting him, take it easy guy

AHH WHAT

IS THIS BACK IN THE REAL WORLD

YEP

hahaha nice try Tomura

so Deku’s all “I didn’t lose my power! BUT” and I assume the “but” is the part where his arms are still broken and shit, and meanwhile Tomura’s body is almost healed up now finally

they’re both wiped out and now AFO is again petitioning Tomura to let him take over goddammit

“you won’t lose your mind” yep, he sure won’t! scout’s honor!! pinky swear!!

meanwhile Deku is getting fucking desperate flkjl;k my baby. and Machia is going to show up any second now too, probably. what else can fucking go wrong at this point

oh shit I shouldn’t have asked

get ready to rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuumble, probably

OH MY GOD

WELL AT LEAST SOMEONE HERE IS HAVING A GOOD TIME. jesus

so as soon as he heard Endeavor was there he got all, “TIME FOR THE BIG REVEAL”, is that right? WELL JOKE’S ON YOU TOUYA, YOUR DAD DOESN’T SEEM ALL THAT CONSCIOUS AT THE MOMENT, SO THAT’S GOING TO DRAIN A LOT OF THE TENSION FROM THE SCENE WHEN YOU GO ALL REVERSE DARTH VADER ON HIM AND HE’S ALL “ZZZZZZZZ”

meanwhile Toga is having unsettlingly quiet angst

jesus christ Toga this is all we need right now

“WAS JIN-KUN NOT A PERSON” sdkfjlk Horikoshi I swear. please have mercy on this fandom. this is the debate that refuses to die!!

but seriously ffs, the issue isn’t that Jin deserved to die, it’s that the countless people whom Jin would have either directly or indirectly killed didn’t deserve to die either. people don’t only become people when you attach names and faces to them! we all loved Jin because we’d gotten to know him, but that doesn’t mean his life was inherently worth more than the lives of all the people he would have killed. sometimes there’s just no good answer

like, it’s just crazy to me that because the heroes are all “we want to protect everyone!” but then aren’t always able to do so because that’s literally impossible, whereas the villains are all “we don’t care about anyone other than the select few people that we actually like!”, the villains somehow wind up getting the better PR. it just so happens that it’s infinitely easier to be loyal to the interests of a few people as opposed to ALL THE PEOPLE. like, no shit, it’s easier to stick to your moral code when you barely have a moral code. and so the villains can kill thousands and no one bats an eye, but if a hero fails to save even one person they’re hypocritical moral failures. like what the hell

BUT ANYWAY, sorry to go off on a tangent there lol, it’s not really a big deal. I’m just preemptively trying to stave off more discourse about it lol but who am I even kidding

anyways lol, but of course they won’t kill you unless they have no choice, Toga. but when it comes to catch-22 situations, it’s a bit much to infer that the heroes don’t consider the villains people just because they opt for the choice that spares more innocent lives. I sure as hell don’t want my babies out here killing people, but to say that they can’t no matter what or else they’re no different from the villains is just...

anyway so the chapter has now just ENDED, just like that!! on a shot of Ochako’s face!

I SENSE ANOTHER THROWDOWN COMING. and it had better not be a total letdown like the last one! NANA BARELY DID ANYTHING HORIKOSHI, WHAT THE FUCK. I started out with such high hopes lol

but I will settle for Toga VS Ochako, and Deku VS Tomura: The Sequel: Shouto’s Revenge! SPEAKING OF HEROES WHO HAVE NO QUALMS ABOUT MURDERING PEOPLE lmao

#bnha 287 #shigaraki tomura #all for one #shimura nana #midoriya izuku #one for all #lil bro when are you gonna get yourself a proper name so I can tag you #himiko toga #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #ofa the first

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lexa-lives-in-us · 3 years

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This could be a flashback, but Dairon watching Beau get attached to Yasha and having some painful memories about what happened when they got too close to someone. Trying to stop Beau from looking for Yasha after she disappears for months/years...

Part 12 of ???

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Marion leaves after a few minutes to go help Veth and a now free Caduceus with lunch prep, and Dairon leans back on the couch, observing the scene in front of her.

As Jester, Fjord and Caleb run over a few details on the screens in front of them, Dairon watches as Yasha and Beau circle around each other, studying the other’s moves on the training mats, and finally stepping forward and backwards in a dance of studied movements.

Dairon watches them spar, hiding a smile when Beau sweeps Yasha’s legs and sends her ass to the floor; Yasha makes a grabby hand gesture towards her wife, and when Beau goes to help her up, Yasha drags her on the floor with her.

Beau shrieks, a shriek that becomes a howl of laughter when Yasha starts tickling her, and Dairon can’t help but think how fucking wrong they’d all been.

They remember clearly telling Beau how she couldn’t throw her life away for just a woman. They remember the way young Beauregard had scoffed, so very little scars on her face and her soul, and what she’d responded.

“You don’t know her, Dairon.” she’d said with a determination that Dairon knew would have brought her to her ruin. “Yasha is not and will never be just a woman. You can’t understand.”

But Dairon could. They could understand way too well, unfortunately.

It’s Dairon’s second week at basic training.

The CIA wants to screen them, massacre them with their inspections, figure out who has the tools to survive that life and who doesn’t, and Dairon is more than happy to prove all the negative expectations wrong.

Because it’s the 90s, and not only the CIA likes to divide their squadrons in male agents and female agents, but is also incredibly sexist in what they expect from one rather than the other.

Dairon announces clearly their gender identity right off the bat, but no one really cares.

There’s five girls left with them at the end of the second week, and two of them have already made clear that they don’t like them. Dairon hasn’t spent enough time with the other three to figure them out.

They’ve been too busy trying to avoid the nine male agents who are constantly trying to get them to snap.

It’s the end of the day, and it’s an easy sparring session. Dairon wants to get it done and over with, but of course one of the guys pushes them while they walk past them, and Dairon has had enough.

They don’t care that it’s not their turn: they flip around and grab the agent by the arm, yanking them towards the mat.

“Fucking do that again, I dare you.” they growl.

He starts laughing, just like the rest of the guys.

“Right. I’m not going to raise hands on a chick.”

There’s another laugh, but it comes from behind Dairon, and it’s an angry one.

“How dense do you have to be?! You know Dairon isn’t a chick. They’ve told you so already.”

Dairon whips their head around, and there she is, this gorgeous small woman, who couldn’t be taller than 5′2″, fists clenched at her sides and an angry expression on her round features. Her pale skin is reddened by the frustration she is showing.

Dairon is in love in an instant.

Slowly, they turn to look at the guy who’s pushed them.

He raises an eyebrow, throwing a punch at Dairon’s face, a strike they easily avoid.

“Come on!” one of the other guys yells, “Kick her ass!”

Dairon hears a commotion behind them, followed by a grunt and the sound of a body hitting the floor, and when they turn, successfully avoiding a second strike, they see the guy who’s talked rolling on the ground and holding his nose, and the girl grinning and shaking her hand from the numbness of the hit.

“Well, then.” Dairon says with a grin.

***

They end up in the infirmary together, while five of the guys get transported to the other wing to treat more serious injuries.

Dairon and the girl exchange a smile from above the nurses’ shoulders, and leave the place together.

***

It’s quick and it’s easy, the way they fall for each other. For the whole duration of training, they stick together, sneaking around at night to go see each other in their rooms.

The world sees them as two girls, and no one ever suspects anything.

After training, after screening, and after the first basic assignments, they manipulate their S.O.s and end up in the same division, in the same teams.

Life is easy.

Life is wonderful.

Life is smiling upon Dairon, and they end up moving in together pretty quickly. Agents and special ops by day, lovers by night.

Nothing couldn’t be more perfect. They cover each other’s backs on assignments, and Dairon is good. Dairon is fucking majestic in everything they do. Their partner isn’t as good, but she’s certainly one of the best CIA agents there is.

There are occasions where the assignments don’t line up, and Dairon is away for weeks at a time, and sometimes it’s the opposite. Dairon is okay with it. They like having a relationship, but they also enjoy the solitude of certain missions.

Everything is perfect.

***

Until it isn’t.

***

The CIA gets infiltrated. A number of files goes missing, and people start whispering, they start looking at each other wrong. People start dying.

Mysteriously, without leaving a single hint of what or who might be behind it.

It is clear that it’s an inside job. And not just one person, but several.

Dairon is one of the few who is entrusted with investigating.

It’s out of pure professionalism that they don’t mention it to their girlfriend.

For the better or for the worse, Dairon still wonders about it after years.

They try to believe there’s an explanation, when they see a figure moving in one of the security footages they recover from an agent’s house.

The figure is hooded, and masked, but Dairon could recognize that right hook anywhere.

Dairon’s heart starts freezing.

They set up traps, and every conversation with their girlfriends starts to become a masked interrogation. She doesn’t suspect a thing, because Dairon is just that good.

But piece by piece, word by word, Dairon’s heart freezes over, until one day, when their girlfriend’s gun is aimed at them and Dairon’s gun is aimed at her, they don’t feel anything.

“Come with me.” she says to them.

“Have you ever really loved me?” Dairon asks, with fractures all over their frozen, painfully broken heart.

“Oh, baby...” she says, and her tone doesn’t give anything away.

They both pull the trigger at the same time.

***

Dairon wakes up in the hospital with tubes coming out of their body, and one of their students looks up from where they’re sitting.

“They told me you went down on a mission.” they say, excitedly.

Dairon wants to groan. Why is this kid even here?!

“They took out a bullet from one of your lungs, you weren’t even supposed to survive. That’s so fucking cool.”

The kid gets up and stands next to the bed. Their face is out of focus, but it’s a clean, smiling face.

“Yeah. Fun.” Dairon croaks. “You know what happened to... To the other guy?”

The rookie shrugs.

“Down in a second. Your shot went right through his head, apparently. Everyone at the base is talking about how you probably dismantled whatever infiltration was going on at the Agency.”

Dairon nods, trying to hide the pain. The pain that isn’t at all physical and all emotional. The pain of a shattered, frozen heart.

Then, a thought hits them.

If they really have taken down the mole, and if the information is now of public knowledge, it means that whatever hospital they’re in, it’s probably on a cloaked location. So why the fuck is this kid-

“How did you find me?” Dairon demands.

The kid smiles, a shit eating grin that Dairon will learn to love and care for deeply.

“I have my ways. Can I stay?”

Dairon sighs. Against all odds, they nod.

“Sure. Just shut that mouth, Beauregard, and let me rest.”

Dairon blinks out of their reverie, when a loud scream comes once again from the mats. Somehow, Beauregard has managed to get herself into a pickle with Yasha, Jester and Veth, and the three of them are now all trying to pin her down as Jester shoves whipped cream all over her face.

Beauregard laughs, screams again, and kicks.

“DAIROOOOOOOOOON!” she howls. “HELLPPPPP!”

Dairon scoffs.

“Get fucked, Lionett.”

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imaginesmai · 4 years

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Peter Parker - See the light (7)

Is it a bit shorter? Yes. Is it a bit more sentimental? Of course. Be prepared! If you know the film, this goes a little bit different, becuase Peter deserves some love!

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Plot: after all this years, you’re finally going to fulfill your dream. Having Peter by your side is surely the best way to do it.

You had some expectations for the kingdom, but that didn’t help your jaw form dropping when you finally caught sight of it. You were completely speechless. You didn’t bother to pick up your hair as you bounced as quickly as you could across the stone bridge and towards the kingdom. The sun beamed down, and distantly, you could hear the sounds of music drifting through the air.

Peter, who had been holding your hand the whole trip there, let his smile drop. He wasn’t fond of the city, where all of his dreams and hopes had been crushed. Still, he let himself be pulled along by you.

When you entered the kingdom limits, you were immediately surrounded by people. The city seemed to be throwing some magnificent festival. A child ran by you, and you watched as he knelt in front of a huge mural on a wall close by. A man and a woman were depicted in the painting – both standing tall and regal. Both also incredibly beautiful.

In the woman’s arms, was a tiny baby. She had long, curly hair, big bright eyes and looked happy; with a piece of jewellery on her head that looked far too big. The kid placed a small flower in front of the mural.

“For the lost princess” he mumbled.

You were about to go over and ask what he was doing, when a particularly hard tug on your scalp made you lose Peter’s grip and reel back, yelping. Looking back, you saw people stepping all over your hair, and soon you lost Peter trying to avoid all that tugging. The boy immediately lunged forward and started picking it all up, his arms quickly filling.

Peter looked around for a split of second before smiling. He moved your hair and you walked with him, rubbing the back of your head painfully.

“Hey kids!” Peter called out, catching the attention of a group of small girls. He didn’t say anything, just showed them his hands full of hair. He raised his brows, and the girls shouted in excitement.

Soon enough, you were sitting on the cobblestone while five girls ran around you, braiding your hair and lessening the weight. Peter sat besides you all the time, talking about everything and nothing. He told you about the memories he had there, facts about some places and explained some things you still didn’t understand.

When you were finished, you span around. Your hair was collected in one big braid, formed with smaller ones that had pretty flowers and ornaments in between. It almost reached the floor, but it wasn’t long enough for people to step on it. Peter babbled all the way while he payed the girls and tried to tell you how pretty you were. After some embarrassing tries, he gave up.

“I could show you what this festival is really about” Peter offered you his arm, blushing. “Y-you’re, well, you… you’re already the prettiest girl here. W-would be, uh, a shame if I d-didn’t show you o-off?”

That time, Pascal wasn’t close to stick his tongue on his ear, and Maximus was busy trying to watch out for crime. To Peter, you had always had some kind of special beauty; but there, morning sun just shinning for you and curious big eyes looking up to him, you looked ravishing.

Maybe, it was his chance to kiss you. He had never been too good with women, apart from the girl he had dated back then; MJ, threatening and self-sufficient. Peter had been the one guidable in that relationship; but now, he knew you knew nothing about them. Kissing you felt suddenly wrong, taking that from you, your first kiss.

So, swallowing down the urge of pressing his lips against yours, he took your hand back and starter walking towards the group of people who were dancing.

For the next hours, you danced. Peter taught you the main steps to the popular dance, and was by your side the whole time; holding you closer, spinning you around, laughing with you when you stepped on him. The sun slowly came down, as you learned more about the city. Peter bought you a small flag from a traditional post, and let you try every food you found on your way.

Maximus and Pascal appeared long into the day, when you were hanging from Peter’s arm. To end the night, the boy had decided to surprise you. You were laughing with him when suddenly you stopped. The sun was setting and you were in front of the water.

“What is this, Pete?” you asked.

“Best day of your life. Thought I might give you something to remember your birthday.”

Peter gestured to a rowboat tied close by. Maximus huffed behind you, and Pascal frowned. Together, you climbed inside the boat and watched as Peter showed you how it moved. The animals emitted some noises.

“Here, fetch” Peter said with a grin. He threw an apple onto the dock, landing at the horse’s feet. When it didn’t make a move to eat it, Peter continued. “If you’re worried about if being stolen, don’t be!”

Maximus still glared at Peter, but ate it anyway.

“Besides” Peter said, leaning in so only you could hear him. “He already ate all the stolen ones”

You laughed, and Peter smiled. It was silent for a while, only interrupted by your occasional offer to take the paddles. He used that time to think that, if there was a thing that he could do until he died, it would be spending every minute and second by your side. The girl that had managed to steal his broken heart and fix it.

When Peter stopped the boat, it was dark. The moon and the starts were being reflected on the water, and the lights of the kingdom could be seen in the distance; besides that, you were barely able to see his face. You had your doubts about the final ‘surprise’, and were a bit nervous about not being able to see the flying lanterns because of it. Yet you trusted Peter, and if by any chance you lost the opportunity to see them, but got to watch him talk excitedly for another hour, it was okay. You weren’t going to ask for a better birthday present.

“I – uh, it’s a bit soon” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t really measure the time. I thought –“

“It’s okay” you leaned forward and took his hand in yours. “We can wait”

“Mh” Peter didn’t say anything else, but stared at your hands.

In comparison, yours were much more soft, and perfect. His were full of scars – at least one of them – and bruises. You watched him fight with his mind for a while.

“I had fun today. A lot” you smiled, even if he wasn’t looking at you. “The dancing was – wow, I didn’t know something so wonderful existed. I want to repeat that again.”

Peter’s head rose up at your words, and he looked surprised. Against what you thought, Peter hadn’t forget about the deal; you watching the flying lanterns, and him getting his crown back. But, against what your mother thought, it wasn’t his only intention. Everytime he thought about you, he thought about the possibility of staying. Of actually staying with you for the long run.

He could see how much your mother had hurt you over the years, and secretly hated the idea of you going back to the tower. Peter wondered that, maybe, if he could keep you away with the money he got from the crown. Selling it would be difficult, but worthy if it gave him the chance of having a future with you.

His interests, his dreams, had changed; he no longer wanted the sunny island with loads of money. In his opinion, a crazy chameleon and a girl with magic hair was enough, wherever that was.

You took his silence as something negative, so you frowned and your shoulders slumped.

“Not that I could” you looked down. “Mother will be worried, and tonight are the flying lanterns. So tomorrow morning I –“

“You could stay with me” Peter blurted out. He worried not being enough for you, but a future with your mother could only be worse. He shifted towards you. “I know – I don’t have much, but it’s better than being locked in a tower”

You blinked surprised at his confession, and gaped. The world seemed more illuminated, or maybe it was just your eyes being used to the dark. But you could see every detail on Peter’s face; from his little, almost invisible, mole under his left eye, to the way his thin brows couldn’t stay neat. He had his jaw clenched hard, lips pressed in a thin line. And his brown eyes, burning with hope and determination, were boring into you.

Peter didn’t let you talk.

“Don’t answer me now” he rushed, and brought his hand to his lips. He was blushing, yet held a confidence that made you blush. “Just – think about it”

You were going to ask him how were you supposed to sit in an unmoving boat, with him and no other distraction, and say nothing about it. But soon, the first two lanterns appeared floating through the air, and your breath caught in your throat.

You knew what came next.

The air is suddenly flooded with hundreds upon hundreds of lights, all of them much bigger and brighter from the ones you saw from your window. The world glowed, and you felt content. Happy, because it was everything you had hoped for; just as you thought so, you turned to look at Peter.

He was already looking at you with a half-smile, and two lanterns of his own. The boy moved so that you could also fit on his side of the boat, and you sat beside him. Your shoulders brushed and his warmth evolved you.

“For you” Peter said softly, and gave you one. It had beautiful and elaborated purple draws, only matching the beauty of the moment and Peter turned his head and talked close to you. “Sometimes – you know, uh, sometimes you h-have to let go. Freedom is about letting go, Y/N”

Everything that had been built for years, locked on the tower and dreaming of the lanterns, broke up that night. Maybe it was because of his words, because of the encouragement and the possibility of taking your on decision of them. Your fingers un-curled around the bottom of the lantern when Peter leaned forward, tilting his head so that your noses didn’t touch, but your lips did.

The lantern wasn’t being held down anymore, as your fingers lost strength when Peter kissed you. And Peter’s one flew away, because he used his hands to cup your cheek and search for your own. Both of the lights became one of the flying mass that commemorated the missing princess. To them, might had been only another year of flying lanterns.

To you, was letting go of the weight that had chained you to the tower for years. The pain, the fear, it all melted away as Peter pulled you close, and crashed his lips with yours once more.

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cherrymilkshake · 6 years

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And So I Must Go

Ike/Soren | T | 3,131 words

Written for @hardkourparcore for @nagamas. This is definitely one of those fics that wrote itself pretty much over the course of two sessions. I can’t believe I haven’t written any soulmate AUs until now, but it’s fitting it’s an Ike/Soren one. :P

Also posted on AO3

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The sea calls my name And so I must go While they still sleep

There were many kinds of marks that could appear on skin. There were blemishes, of course, rashes or moles or scars. For the laguz, there were stripes and spots. But Ike had a special mark, right on the inside of his wrist, a green swirl that had appeared around the time his mother died, though he couldn't remember the day.

As a kid, it had been pale, so much so that at first, his father didn't notice it. It was Mist who pointed it out, her squeaky six year old voice accusing, "Dad! Ike painted on himself!"

"I did not!" Ike protested, covering the mark with his palm, but Greil held out his hand, his expression stern. Trying not to pout, Ike offered his father his right hand, the swirl a pale, pale green over the middle of his wrist. "It's not paint," he said. "It just appeared there."

Greil nodded. "That's a very special mark, Ike." Greil rolled up his sleeve and showed the mark on his own wrist. It looked like ripples in a pond, but it was black. "Most people don't get one, but they run in your mother's family." He smiled sadly. "It means you've met the person with the potential to become the most important to you."

"Will I get one?" Mist asked eagerly.

Greil smiled and ruffled his daughter's hair. "Maybe! Like I said, they run in your mother's family. You just haven't met that person yet, Mist."

Ike looked at the swirl, his brow furrowed. "But I don't remember meeting anyone," he said slowly. "Not anyone new."

There was a frown on his father's face. He stared at Ike's wrist for a long time, until they finished their meal and Ike went to bed. He looked at the swirl, trying to imagine what kind of person his partner was.

He wished he could remember.

+++

Soren often felt like the world was laughing at him. When he was young, adults had seen his magical talent and assumed the mark on his forehead was a Spirit's blessing, and then had abandoned him just as quickly when they realized it was not.

Then, he'd gotten a new mark, when he met the boy in the village. A green swirl, just on the inside of his right wrist. And he'd watched, day by day, as it faded softer and softer, until it was barely there at all. He didn't know what it meant.

Was the boy dead? Soren remembered the corpses of the villagers, but he had checked the bodies. The boy hadn't been among them. He decided he would go north, to the place called Crimea, a beorc place. And when he made that decision, he saw the mark darken.

Following its cue, Soren gathered supplies from the ruined village, and started north.

In the library of the apostle, Soren found many answers. Some about what he was, and some about why the laguz shunned him. Those answers turned his stomach, imagining the circumstances of his birth that would have left him so abandoned. But he also found what the mark on his wrist could mean.

He undid the button on his sleeve and rolled it back, looking at the swirl. It had darkened a lot when he joined the Greil Mercenaries, becoming stark against the pale skin of his wrist. Gently, almost afraid, he traced the shape with his fingers.

Did Ike truly have the match? Had the world finally taken pity and given Soren something he could keep?

One of the books before him swam into focus, the small, careful letters detailing the way that beorc hated Branded, how the laguz shunned them. He imagined Ike hating him, turning him away for the crime of his birth.

He imagined the mark fading away completely.

Soren had to tell him. But gods, he didn't want to be alone again.

+++

Soren was acting strangely. Of course, Soren was hardly a bubbly man even on a good day, but he'd been distracted, his gaze drifting away, his hand wrapped tightly around his wrist. After two days of this, on top of the frustration of Begnion and being jerked around by the apostle, Ike couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Soren," he said that evening, when they had a moment alone. "Are you hurt? You've been holding your wrist quite a bit."

It was like it had been burned, Soren's hand pulled away so quickly. "I'm fine. Just thinking about things." He looked up at Ike. "I know you don't like having nothing to do."

Ike snorted. "That's an understatement. I'm tired of the apostle talking over my head, and I'm tired of her treating Elincia like she doesn't matter. Aren't they both nobles?"

Soren smiled. "There's a big difference between an empress and an exiled princess, Ike."

Ike didn't let him change the subject for long. "But really, Soren, what's wrong? You've been moody for days."

He hadn't expected Soren to talk about his upbringing. About not remembering his parents, about the woman he remembered first, then the sage who had bought him from her, and then how he couldn't even speak. It was so desperately sad and Ike found his heart pounding too fast in his ears and his stomach roiling and Soren was still talking, his gaze far away, his hand squeezing his wrist tightly as he spoke.

"Oh, I could read and write better than most of the villagers. And I could understand what they said. I just couldn’t talk. I couldn’t help it. The woman and the sage both used to hurl words at me. Unkind words, usually. But I never needed to answer, so—"

Ike grabbed his shoulders. "Soren!"

It was like Soren had been woken from a trance. His eyes snapped to Ike's, and Ike felt his stomach drop as he saw something like fear in Soren's eyes. Pushing Ike's hands away, Soren stepped back, as if composing himself. "I'm sorry, Ike, making you listen to such nonsense when you have plenty of other things to think about."

"Soren, it's not nonsense. That's just so. So incredibly sad. Where did this happen? Begnion?" He knew Soren wasn't from Crimea. He'd said as much when he joined the Mercenaries.

Soren looked at him for a long moment, and Ike would have sworn then and there on his father's grave that Soren's eyes had begun to swim with tears. But he turned away before Ike could be sure. "I'm sorry, excuse me, Ike."

He turned and walked away, leaving Ike bewildered and sad. He couldn't shake the feeling there had been something else Soren had wanted to tell him.

That night, when he undressed, unwrapping the spare bandages from his hands, he noticed his mark—which had darkened and brightened over the years—had faded slightly.

Dealing with Duke Tanas and his sick fascination with Reyson hadn't helped Ike's mood. He was so blasted finished with Begnion and its nobles, and on top of all of it, Soren's mood had worsened. He was holding Ike at arms' length, even though they were rooming together, as they usually did.

Ike knew it was bad when Boyd noticed. "What's with Soren?" he asked at dinner, sitting down across from Ike as he bit into a chicken leg. "Normally you two are joined at the hip, but he's been treating you as if he'll catch something lately."

With a heavy sigh, Ike shrugged and pushed the food around his plate with his knife. "He was close to telling me the other day, but I guess I did something wrong."

Boyd frowned, clearly wracking his mind for something to say. "That's rough, buddy," he decided on. "I hope you can work it out."

"Yeah, me too," Ike said.

That night, he pretended to sleep until he heard Soren creep inside, then sat up. "Soren," he said.

Soren gasped quietly, half finishing a spell before he dropped the magic. "I thought you were asleep," he said.

"I know. But we have to talk, Soren. I've been thinking about what we talked about the other day and it doesn't add up. You went through unbelievably horrible circumstances and survived when few others would. Why are you insecure about who you are? Please, tell me everything."

Soren's hand closed around his wrist. "Curse you," he muttered. "I don't have anyone else, Ike, if I lose you…"

Ike got out of the bed and rested his hands on Soren's shoulders. "Soren, you're not going to lose me. You know me better than anyone else. Do you really think I'll turn away from you so easily?" He didn't know if he was imagining it, but it felt like the mark was warming against his skin as he spoke.

So, Soren sat down on his bed and talked more, about how he was something called a Branded, a person born of laguz and beorc parents, about how that was why there was nowhere for him to go. He touched the mark on his forehead as he explained, fingers curled as if he wished to claw it off.

Ike sat down beside him. "Alright," he said, trying to figure out how best to word all the feelings in his chest. "I understand." Soren stiffened, moving his hands to his knees, squeezing. "So?"

Soren looked up. "What?"

"So you're part laguz. And? What's the problem? Soren, you're my friend. We couldn't have gotten here without you." Ike was actually a bit offended. He liked the laguz—much more than Soren did, in fact—why would Soren think such an accident of birth would change anything?

Soren hesitated, his gaze fixed on Ike's own, brow slightly furrowed. "It was Gallia," he said suddenly. "Where the sage lived. After he died, I was starving. But." He looked away, flexing the fingers of his right hand. "But you… You helped me. You were the only one."

Ike felt a vice grip his heart and he looked at Soren wonderingly. "But I don't… remember."

Soren stood suddenly, still holding his wrist. "That's okay. I do. You're my only friend, Ike. I'm glad I have you."

But something was wrong. Despite clearly having intended to sleep, Soren left the room, closing the door tightly behind him.

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Ike didn't remember. He didn't have the match. That realization sat heavy in the pit of Soren's stomach. He remembered so vividly, the boy, the shock of wonder that had coursed through him when their hands touched, and the slow appearance of the mark, like ink on wet paper.

Soren returned to the library despite the late hour, pulling down the book he'd skimmed earlier, about soulmates, reading more carefully.

It is possible for soulmates to disconnect, should their paths diverge, he read, feeling that pit widen into a chasm, threatening to swallow him whole. He checked his wrist. It had faded slightly. But it didn't matter did it? Ike either didn't have the match, or worse, he did and didn't care about it. Soren wanted to cry, but tears wouldn't come.

It didn't matter, really. He wasn't going anywhere. There was nowhere to go. The Mercenaries needed him. Ike needed him. And that was all that mattered.

Luckily, things moved quickly after that, and Ike was too distracted to press him for answers he didn't know how to give. After Elincia got her throne, things returned to some kind of normal for Greil's Mercenaries, though now they were often hired by the crown.

His mark had darkened again, but nothing really had changed between them. He chalked it up to a mystery and continued his day to day, much calmer now than it had been in war time—though with the way Queen Elincia kept making enemies, he didn't wonder if the Mercenaries would find themselves dragged into a war again. At least a civil war would be more contained. And they could always retreat to Gallia if need be (though Soren wouldn't enjoy that).

And when Duke Bastian arrived at their door with an important and secretive mission, Soren was hardly surprised. What did surprise him were the events of the evening after his departure. He and Ike were packing and checking supplies—typical for a longer mission like this. A crate of extra arrows fell from Soren's arms, the wood dragging through his sleeve. With a hiss, Soren rolled up his sleeve to assess the damage and pull out any splinters. He moved into the light of the sconce over the nightstand and fumbled for a pair of tweezers in the drawer, plucking out the small fragments of wood.

"You alright there, Soren?" Ike asked, peeking over his shoulder.

"I'm fine, thank you, Ike." He glanced over his shoulder to reassure him, but Ike had grown uncomfortably quiet. He was often quiet, but most days it was companionable, not like this—all furtive gazes and a mouth opening and closing, as if words wouldn't come. He was looking at the mark on Soren's wrist.

Slowly, he covered it. "It's a soul mark," he explained softly. "Though I don't know who… has the…"

Ike was unwrapping the bandage from his wrist, then turned it to face Soren, the same mark, in the same place.

"But." Soren swallowed, his chest tightening. "But you don't remember the day we met."

"No. But I also don't remember the day the mark appeared," Ike said softly. He stepped forward, pulling the tweezers from Soren's hand and setting them on the table. His fingers drifted over Soren's cheek, before he cupped it, running his broad, rough thumb over Soren's cheekbone. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Soren challenged.

Ike smiled. "Fair. I never would have thought you were the match, though it seems obvious now." He chuckled, leaning his head down to touch his forehead to Soren's. A shudder went down Soren's spine as he brushed against the Brand, as if it really didn't mean anything at all. "I'm going to kiss you, Soren," he said softly.

Soren beat him to it.

+++

Ike thought he'd never know why he'd forgotten meeting Soren, but when he dueled Zelgius for the last time, he got the answer.

It was bittersweet. Remembering Soren came at the price of also remembering his father slaying the inhabitants of the village as well as his mother. Elena had protected him and Mist, grabbing the amulet before Greil could come near their home or Ike's frozen, trembling body, though it won her the blade Alondite through her stomach.

Remembering Soren was its own sort of pain.

He'd been so small, smaller even than Mist, with fingers and arms so thin Ike had wondered if he could even hold anything. He'd been sleeping when Ike approached, and had shot up, wide-eyed and wary, like a wild animal.

But he was so frail. Even at the age of eight, Ike couldn't stand it. So he'd offered the boy his lunch. It hadn't been much, just a sandwich, and he'd resisted the gift at first, but when the boy had finally taken it, Ike could remember the fierce sense of wanting to protect him from anything that would hurt him.

The boy had refused to come home with him. ("But my mom would give you as many sandwiches as you want!" he'd cried, but the boy only glared.) So he'd promised to come back the next day. Had held out his pinky finger to swear and he could remember the fierce joy that had shot through him when their hands met. The mark had appeared then, slowly expanding outward from the center, like ripples in a pond.

And then he'd gone home, determined to ask his mother for a proper feast to give the boy, and maybe he could bring her too, so that she could convince the boy to come home with them and give him proper warm clothes and good food and… and…

And then Ike had returned to the sight of his father cutting a farmer's head off.

Now, he could remember Sephiran and Zelgius, Sephiran looking down at him with sad, old eyes as he raised his staff over Ike's eyes and the entire day's events had faded away.

Soren noticed his return to their makeshift camp, running a Mend staff over the wounds he'd sustained in the duel. When he finished, Ike dropped his lips to the top of Soren's head, and took his hand, leading him away from the others.

"I remembered the day we met," he began. He focused on the memory of Soren, knowing that dwelling too long on his parents would be detrimental to the battle they were about to enter. But Soren was safe to think about. He talked about that, feeling Soren's pain when he looked down and murmured, "My only wish was to see you again."

Ike smiled gently, reaching out to hold Soren's hand as the tears began to gather in his voice. "Don't cry, Soren. It's okay. It's okay." He folded him into his arms.

"I'm not a child, Ike!" Soren huffed, even as his chin trembled.

"It's in the past," he whispered around the lump in his throat, both to Soren and himself. "We're together now." He held up Soren's hand, lining his own up to it, so that the soul marks just touched. "For better or for worse, we're together."

Soren smiled and laughed, wiping his eyes. "Always better, even if means following you into battle against a goddess who wants to kill us all."

"I'll protect you," Ike said.

Soren snorted and patted the blessed Rexcalibur tome at his hip. "No, I'll protect you from getting surrounded like you always do because you insist on being the biggest target on the battlefield."

"I love you, Soren." Ike kissed his forehead. "We're going to win." When he said it to Soren, he almost believed it himself.

Warm lips pressed against his own as Soren stood on tiptoe to reach. "I love you too, Ike. And I know we will. I have faith in you."

Ike wouldn't let that faith be misplaced.

And it wasn't.

When Ashera fell, her spell broken, Ike took Soren's hand and together they walked down the tower, out into a restored world. "I can't stay here," Ike said. "I can't let the world keep dragging me into their wars."

Soren's hand tightened on his.

"Will you come with me, Soren?"

The grip relaxed and soft weight pressed onto the armor on his arm. He looked down to see Soren leaning against him. "When do we leave?"

Ike knew the idea of leaving Tellius should be frightening, but with Soren by his side? It seemed like they could overcome anything.

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