fic: Nestle
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bonnefoisTitle: Nestle
Series: FE10
Character/pairing: Ike/Soren
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 738
Author's note: HC_bingo: family [wild card].
Everyone has been ganging up on me and trying to get me to write Ike/Soren mpreg again. Then it turned into angst without actual preg and h/c, whoops.
Mildly AU in that after RD Ike and Soren stayed with the mercenaries and didn't run off together.
The title is a dumb pun.
Soren returned to his quarters in the fort to find a whole lot more sticks and debris had gathered there in a distinct circular pattern, and Ike was...attempting to make something other than a mess of it. The more he looked at it, the more it seemed familiar.
"Is that a nest?" Soren said. He looked to Ike, his brow furrowed.
"Well, yeah. I wanted everything to be ready for when the baby comes," Ike said. He brushed some dust off his cheek, and sat amidst the mess.
"The... baby?" Soren said.
"You've been really hungry lately, and you gained some weight," Ike said.
"It's just stress—" Soren protested. Had anyone else said this, he would've glared at them, but being as it was Ike, Soren spared him his wrath.
Ike counted off on his fingers. "You're about as cranky as Mist was during her pregnancy, you actually got so ticked off you pushed Shinon through a door frame at one point, and you keep moving around the furniture. Plus, a couple months ago you were really eager—"
Soren cleared his throat. "Of course I moved them, they were in the wrong place. Besides, men don't get pregnant."
"Beorc men, though. You're special. I mean, I just heard Janaff joking about all the eggs he was going to lay. I asked Ranulf about it, and he said laguz definitely lay eggs, and that Skrimir was going to lay them a successor."
"...you do know that Ranulf was joking, right?" Soren said.
"I didn't think he was, but..." Ike shook his head. "Yeah, he probably was joking."
Soren looked down to what Ike must have been so happy about, his clueless, sweet, messy gesture.
"Does it make you unhappy that I...won't bear you a child?" Soren said.
Ike pushed himself up off the floor and wrapped his arms about Soren's waist. "Nothing about you makes me unhappy. Not even when you push Shinon out doors or take my food."
"Do you want children?" Soren said. "If staying with me will make you unhappy, I won't...."
"Don't finish that sentence, Soren," Ike said. "Don't even think it."
Soren let out a breath. It'd been so hard to say, so much of him crushing inside at the mere thought of letting Ike go to marry some woman who could give him a family—give him what Soren never could.
"....To be honest, having a mercenary group is a lot like having a bunch of kids. A bunch of drunken, trouble making kids. Mist said she'd give me one of hers if we really wanted one."
Soren could just see her saying that, too. He brushed his fingers over Ike's messy hair.
"You're what I want, Soren. Nothing is going to change that. Nothing."
"Thank you..." Soren said in a quiet voice.
Thank you for loving me. Thank you for wanting me. Thank you for being you.
"Well, I suppose I should clean this up, huh?" Ike said. He looked around to the carefully made mess about Soren and his room.
"No, leave it...it can be taken care of later. You must be tired," Soren said.
"You know, I could get used to this you. It's nice to see you eating more, and being that eager..."
"If it makes you happy, I'll steal Skrimir's steak myself and eat it in front of you raw," Soren said.
Ike lifted his brows, but said nothing as he let go of Soren and pushed himself up. Soren's feet brushed against the sticks and stones of the preposterous nest that Ike had worked so hard to build.
"I'm never going to let you go. Remember that," Ike said just before his lips met Soren's. And it wasn't the passion which resonated most in him, but the comfort. Ike never lied, he never broke his promises. Even as hard as it was to believe in something, in someone, Ike was the sole exception–the one who proved all his cynicism wrong time and time again.
Series: FE10
Character/pairing: Ike/Soren
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 738
Author's note: HC_bingo: family [wild card].
Everyone has been ganging up on me and trying to get me to write Ike/Soren mpreg again. Then it turned into angst without actual preg and h/c, whoops.
Mildly AU in that after RD Ike and Soren stayed with the mercenaries and didn't run off together.
The title is a dumb pun.
Soren returned to his quarters in the fort to find a whole lot more sticks and debris had gathered there in a distinct circular pattern, and Ike was...attempting to make something other than a mess of it. The more he looked at it, the more it seemed familiar.
"Is that a nest?" Soren said. He looked to Ike, his brow furrowed.
"Well, yeah. I wanted everything to be ready for when the baby comes," Ike said. He brushed some dust off his cheek, and sat amidst the mess.
"The... baby?" Soren said.
"You've been really hungry lately, and you gained some weight," Ike said.
"It's just stress—" Soren protested. Had anyone else said this, he would've glared at them, but being as it was Ike, Soren spared him his wrath.
Ike counted off on his fingers. "You're about as cranky as Mist was during her pregnancy, you actually got so ticked off you pushed Shinon through a door frame at one point, and you keep moving around the furniture. Plus, a couple months ago you were really eager—"
Soren cleared his throat. "Of course I moved them, they were in the wrong place. Besides, men don't get pregnant."
"Beorc men, though. You're special. I mean, I just heard Janaff joking about all the eggs he was going to lay. I asked Ranulf about it, and he said laguz definitely lay eggs, and that Skrimir was going to lay them a successor."
"...you do know that Ranulf was joking, right?" Soren said.
"I didn't think he was, but..." Ike shook his head. "Yeah, he probably was joking."
Soren looked down to what Ike must have been so happy about, his clueless, sweet, messy gesture.
"Does it make you unhappy that I...won't bear you a child?" Soren said.
Ike pushed himself up off the floor and wrapped his arms about Soren's waist. "Nothing about you makes me unhappy. Not even when you push Shinon out doors or take my food."
"Do you want children?" Soren said. "If staying with me will make you unhappy, I won't...."
"Don't finish that sentence, Soren," Ike said. "Don't even think it."
Soren let out a breath. It'd been so hard to say, so much of him crushing inside at the mere thought of letting Ike go to marry some woman who could give him a family—give him what Soren never could.
"....To be honest, having a mercenary group is a lot like having a bunch of kids. A bunch of drunken, trouble making kids. Mist said she'd give me one of hers if we really wanted one."
Soren could just see her saying that, too. He brushed his fingers over Ike's messy hair.
"You're what I want, Soren. Nothing is going to change that. Nothing."
"Thank you..." Soren said in a quiet voice.
Thank you for loving me. Thank you for wanting me. Thank you for being you.
"Well, I suppose I should clean this up, huh?" Ike said. He looked around to the carefully made mess about Soren and his room.
"No, leave it...it can be taken care of later. You must be tired," Soren said.
"You know, I could get used to this you. It's nice to see you eating more, and being that eager..."
"If it makes you happy, I'll steal Skrimir's steak myself and eat it in front of you raw," Soren said.
Ike lifted his brows, but said nothing as he let go of Soren and pushed himself up. Soren's feet brushed against the sticks and stones of the preposterous nest that Ike had worked so hard to build.
"I'm never going to let you go. Remember that," Ike said just before his lips met Soren's. And it wasn't the passion which resonated most in him, but the comfort. Ike never lied, he never broke his promises. Even as hard as it was to believe in something, in someone, Ike was the sole exception–the one who proved all his cynicism wrong time and time again.
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Date: 2013-04-22 06:19 pm (UTC)