Trusting Your Commander
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Adult +
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2
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20
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Trusting Your Commander
WARNING: SPOILERS AND BOY ON BOY LOVING are contained within this story, so read at your own risk and don’t flame me, or else I will just mock your stupidity. >_>
Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN THE DARN CHARCTERS. NINTENDO AND INTELLIGENT SYSTEMS DO. Though I really, really wish I did… >: )
Author’s Notes: So…this is my first story here, and I hope you all like it. For this chapter there’s only WAFF, but there’ll be more in the next one, I promise. There’s so many good pairings in the new Fire Emblem game it was hard to decide on one, but Ike and Soren are just so cute together that I couldn’t leave them alone. :3 I think the time period this takes place at in the game is pretty obvious in the writing, so I’ll let you figure that out. Happy reading~
Chapter 1
Ike sat at a table in his room, idly moving his spoon through the stew that had been that night’s dinner. He hadn’t really felt like eating with the others that night. Mist had cooked again, and though her culinary skills were definitely improving, it still wasn’t anywhere as good as Oscar’s cooking. It also didn’t help that he hadn’t been exactly ravenous ever since his father died a few nights ago. He still wasn’t sure what to make of what happened, but he did know that he had to do his best to hold the company together and avenge Commander Greil’s death.
That was easier said than done, unfortunately. Titania had tried to teach him all he needed to know in order to run the company as efficiently as his father had, but his mind just couldn’t take it all in yet. The constant run-ins with the Daein army were wearing on him, and he wasn’t sure he could keep up his strong façade much longer if these conditions continued. He was sure he wasn’t doing a good job with his new responsibilities, especially since those two (1) had run off soon after his father’s death. He could only hope no one else lost so much faith in him as to run away from the company.
Ike abandoned the pitiful bowl of stew and pushed a hand through his blue hair, the disheveled locks falling right back to where they’d been. He wondered if things could ever return remotely close to normal…
A quick knock on his door caused Ike to come out of his thoughts. “Come in,” he said. The door was pushed open to reveal Soren, the black haired tactician and mage of the company. Ike barely managed to suppress a groan—he knew Soren was here to deliver the report from the last battle, and that wasn’t something he really wanted to see right now.
Soren closed the door behind him and bowed briefly. “Good evening Commander,” Soren said before walking briskly to the table where Ike sat, and took a seat across from him. The mage spread out the roll of documents in his hands across the table top, arranging the complex sheets of numbers and drawings in an orderly manner.
“Is there any way we can go over these tomorrow morning, Soren?” Ike asked. “I really don’t think I’m going to be of any use to you or them right now.”
“Commander Ike, as much as I wish I could leave these until the morning, you should know better than anyone how pressed we are for time.” Soren shook his head sadly. “We have to make use of the lulls in battle in every way we can, and reviewing the battle and inventory statistics could be the key to success in the next engagement.”
Ike nodded, sighing. He knew all that. But he had still hoped that Soren would find it in his heart to give him just a little more time. That was obviously a foolish hope though. “Well, let’s start then,” Ike told the mage.
Soren proceeded to launch into a long explanation of the cost of supplies and the recent spike in food prices with the invasion of the Darien army. Ike tried his best to pay attention, truly, but he failed horribly in the end. Soren noticed Ike’s lack of attention not too long after he had started, but kept talking, watching the young man out of the corner of his eye. Ike’s left eye was twitching again—it always did that when Ike was tired. The commander’s blue hair was messy, but still somehow managed to look presentable, as did his travel-worn clothes. Soren always wondered how he was able to do that. The mage had always held an attraction for the other man, and seeing Ike in this condition was almost more than he could bear. Ike was just so honest and innocent, it was hard not to feel something for the other man. Even though Soren presented a cold front to everyone else, Ike was the only person he felt comfortable enough around to show his warm side. But Soren couldn’t let his personal feelings interfer now. He knew that the company, and especially its commander, had to stay on top of things if they hoped to survive.
By the time that Soren had moved on to reporting the condtition of their horses, Ike had stopped listening altogether, and simply watched the young mage that sat in front of him through half-closed eyes. Soren’s hands were slender, and moved gracefully with the content of his speech, pointing out certain calculations that Ike assumed were supposed to mean something. The mage’s jet black hair was tied back loosely as usual, with a few escapee strands that still fell stubbornly into his face. And speaking of his face…Ike took a moment to admire the mage’s bright orange eyes. He had always wondered where his friend came from to have such a unique eye color…
“…Commander Ike?!” Soren cut through Ike’s thoughts once again, and suddenly the blue-haired man realized that the hand gestures and voice across from him had stopped. The mage looked almost worried, an expression Ike couldn’t recall seeing on Soren’s face before. “What is it?” Ike asked, his speech slightly mumbled as he had trouble pulling himself back to the task at hand.
“Commander, I’m starting to think that maybe you were right. I didn’t think you were this bad, but perhaps the morning would be a better time for this,” Soren commented.
Ike stared at the table and shrugged. His eyes traced the patterns of the wood as he spoke. “Ah, I don’t know what to do anymore.” Ike shook his head and sighed heavily. Then his blue gaze turned to Soren’s orange one. “Soren, what do you think of me?”
Soren conciously had to keep his eyes from going wide at the question before he realized that Ike probably meant what Soren thought of him as a commander and not as a love interest. He wanted to say that he actually thought Ike was one of the most handsome men he’d ever seen, but that wasn’t what the commander had asked. So the smaller man took a deep breath and said, “I think you’re doing well under the pressures of your new post, but you could stand to pay a little more attention sometimes.” Ike could have sworn that for a split second Soren’s lips quirked into a small smile, but his face was neutral again before he could be sure.
“I suppose you’re right.” Ike smiled sadly, looking at Soren. But then he couldn’t hold it in any longer. The hot tears came to his eyes, and before he could stop them, a few fell down his face. Soren’s eyes really did widen in surprise this time—he had never seen Ike cry in all the time he’d known him, not even after his father beat him to a pulp during sword practice. (2)
Ike stared at his hands on the table, several more tears falling to stain Soren’s documents. “I’m sorry,” Ike said, managing to keep his voice somewhat normal. “But I just shouldn’t be doing this. I have no idea what I’m doing, and my father’s not here anymore to take care of everything in case I mess up. There’s still so much I don’t know about him, and now he’s gone forever…” Ike’s hands clenched as he fought to keep control over his emotions. He really couldn’t believe he was doing this, and especially with another person present, but he hoped Soren would understand.
The black mage was in shock throughout Ike’s words, but he quickly came to. He had never been in such a situation before. What was he supposed to do? He tried to think of what Mist used to do whenever Rolf started to cry. Was this the same thing? He didn’t think so, but it was worth a try.
Ike was concentrating so much on trying to keep his emotions inside that he didn’t notice Soren move until the mage’s warm arms were encircling him from behind. He only let himself be surprised for a few seconds at the uncharacteristic warm gesture before he accpeted and sank back into it. Ike turned into the embrace, cluthing at the soft material that covered Soren’s chest, and began to sob quietly.
Soren tried to remember what Mist usually did next. If he remembered correctly, she’d pick Rolf up and hold him, but that definitely wouldn’t work here—Soren was too small compared to his friend. So he settled for the next best thing he could think of, and rubbed Ike’s back comfortingly, trying to think of something to say. It hurt to see the object of his affections like this, but he really had no experience at this sort of thing. Soren finally settled on whispering to Ike that it would all be alright, and that they would get through this together. It sounded somewhat cheesy, but it seemed to do the trick as Ike’s sobs slowly stopped.
By the time Ike had stopped crying altogether, he still wasn’t letting go of Soren. The mage seemed fine with this though, and simply moved to sit on the edge of the bed that was behind Ike’s chair, pulling the taller man with him. Soren moved from stroking the swordman’s back to running a gentle hand through the blue strands of hair that he loved so much. It wasn’t long after that that Soren felt Ike’s breathing even out, and knew him to be asleep. The mage stood and, handling his friend’s body carefully, removed Ike’s boots and arranged him under the covers of his bed. Just as Soren finished, Ike sighed and rolled over, reaching out in his sleep. The black-haired man hesitated for only a moment before holding out his hand to catch Ike’s questing one. Soren was pleased to see the small smile that appeared on his friend’s face even in sleep at the contact, and found himself smiling in return, even thought he knew Ike couldn’t see it.
The documents could definitely be left until morning, Soren figured. Some matters were simply more pressing right now than others.
~to be continued…~
(1) Err…this is supposed to refer to the red-haired archer with a nasty temper, and Gatrie, but I forgot to write down the former’s name before he left the team in the game, and now I can’t remember it! So I had to call them “those two” : / Sorry about that…
(2) Okies, not so sure about that. I can’t remember from the game’s dialogue if Ike has ever cried after sparring with his father, but I thought it was safe to assume he hasn’t. Just letting you know I might be wrong about that!
Reviews are very, VERY welcome lol, and though this seems like a complete piece, there’s definitely more coming. (Otherwise why would it be on this site without a lemon? haha)
Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN THE DARN CHARCTERS. NINTENDO AND INTELLIGENT SYSTEMS DO. Though I really, really wish I did… >: )
Author’s Notes: So…this is my first story here, and I hope you all like it. For this chapter there’s only WAFF, but there’ll be more in the next one, I promise. There’s so many good pairings in the new Fire Emblem game it was hard to decide on one, but Ike and Soren are just so cute together that I couldn’t leave them alone. :3 I think the time period this takes place at in the game is pretty obvious in the writing, so I’ll let you figure that out. Happy reading~
Chapter 1
Ike sat at a table in his room, idly moving his spoon through the stew that had been that night’s dinner. He hadn’t really felt like eating with the others that night. Mist had cooked again, and though her culinary skills were definitely improving, it still wasn’t anywhere as good as Oscar’s cooking. It also didn’t help that he hadn’t been exactly ravenous ever since his father died a few nights ago. He still wasn’t sure what to make of what happened, but he did know that he had to do his best to hold the company together and avenge Commander Greil’s death.
That was easier said than done, unfortunately. Titania had tried to teach him all he needed to know in order to run the company as efficiently as his father had, but his mind just couldn’t take it all in yet. The constant run-ins with the Daein army were wearing on him, and he wasn’t sure he could keep up his strong façade much longer if these conditions continued. He was sure he wasn’t doing a good job with his new responsibilities, especially since those two (1) had run off soon after his father’s death. He could only hope no one else lost so much faith in him as to run away from the company.
Ike abandoned the pitiful bowl of stew and pushed a hand through his blue hair, the disheveled locks falling right back to where they’d been. He wondered if things could ever return remotely close to normal…
A quick knock on his door caused Ike to come out of his thoughts. “Come in,” he said. The door was pushed open to reveal Soren, the black haired tactician and mage of the company. Ike barely managed to suppress a groan—he knew Soren was here to deliver the report from the last battle, and that wasn’t something he really wanted to see right now.
Soren closed the door behind him and bowed briefly. “Good evening Commander,” Soren said before walking briskly to the table where Ike sat, and took a seat across from him. The mage spread out the roll of documents in his hands across the table top, arranging the complex sheets of numbers and drawings in an orderly manner.
“Is there any way we can go over these tomorrow morning, Soren?” Ike asked. “I really don’t think I’m going to be of any use to you or them right now.”
“Commander Ike, as much as I wish I could leave these until the morning, you should know better than anyone how pressed we are for time.” Soren shook his head sadly. “We have to make use of the lulls in battle in every way we can, and reviewing the battle and inventory statistics could be the key to success in the next engagement.”
Ike nodded, sighing. He knew all that. But he had still hoped that Soren would find it in his heart to give him just a little more time. That was obviously a foolish hope though. “Well, let’s start then,” Ike told the mage.
Soren proceeded to launch into a long explanation of the cost of supplies and the recent spike in food prices with the invasion of the Darien army. Ike tried his best to pay attention, truly, but he failed horribly in the end. Soren noticed Ike’s lack of attention not too long after he had started, but kept talking, watching the young man out of the corner of his eye. Ike’s left eye was twitching again—it always did that when Ike was tired. The commander’s blue hair was messy, but still somehow managed to look presentable, as did his travel-worn clothes. Soren always wondered how he was able to do that. The mage had always held an attraction for the other man, and seeing Ike in this condition was almost more than he could bear. Ike was just so honest and innocent, it was hard not to feel something for the other man. Even though Soren presented a cold front to everyone else, Ike was the only person he felt comfortable enough around to show his warm side. But Soren couldn’t let his personal feelings interfer now. He knew that the company, and especially its commander, had to stay on top of things if they hoped to survive.
By the time that Soren had moved on to reporting the condtition of their horses, Ike had stopped listening altogether, and simply watched the young mage that sat in front of him through half-closed eyes. Soren’s hands were slender, and moved gracefully with the content of his speech, pointing out certain calculations that Ike assumed were supposed to mean something. The mage’s jet black hair was tied back loosely as usual, with a few escapee strands that still fell stubbornly into his face. And speaking of his face…Ike took a moment to admire the mage’s bright orange eyes. He had always wondered where his friend came from to have such a unique eye color…
“…Commander Ike?!” Soren cut through Ike’s thoughts once again, and suddenly the blue-haired man realized that the hand gestures and voice across from him had stopped. The mage looked almost worried, an expression Ike couldn’t recall seeing on Soren’s face before. “What is it?” Ike asked, his speech slightly mumbled as he had trouble pulling himself back to the task at hand.
“Commander, I’m starting to think that maybe you were right. I didn’t think you were this bad, but perhaps the morning would be a better time for this,” Soren commented.
Ike stared at the table and shrugged. His eyes traced the patterns of the wood as he spoke. “Ah, I don’t know what to do anymore.” Ike shook his head and sighed heavily. Then his blue gaze turned to Soren’s orange one. “Soren, what do you think of me?”
Soren conciously had to keep his eyes from going wide at the question before he realized that Ike probably meant what Soren thought of him as a commander and not as a love interest. He wanted to say that he actually thought Ike was one of the most handsome men he’d ever seen, but that wasn’t what the commander had asked. So the smaller man took a deep breath and said, “I think you’re doing well under the pressures of your new post, but you could stand to pay a little more attention sometimes.” Ike could have sworn that for a split second Soren’s lips quirked into a small smile, but his face was neutral again before he could be sure.
“I suppose you’re right.” Ike smiled sadly, looking at Soren. But then he couldn’t hold it in any longer. The hot tears came to his eyes, and before he could stop them, a few fell down his face. Soren’s eyes really did widen in surprise this time—he had never seen Ike cry in all the time he’d known him, not even after his father beat him to a pulp during sword practice. (2)
Ike stared at his hands on the table, several more tears falling to stain Soren’s documents. “I’m sorry,” Ike said, managing to keep his voice somewhat normal. “But I just shouldn’t be doing this. I have no idea what I’m doing, and my father’s not here anymore to take care of everything in case I mess up. There’s still so much I don’t know about him, and now he’s gone forever…” Ike’s hands clenched as he fought to keep control over his emotions. He really couldn’t believe he was doing this, and especially with another person present, but he hoped Soren would understand.
The black mage was in shock throughout Ike’s words, but he quickly came to. He had never been in such a situation before. What was he supposed to do? He tried to think of what Mist used to do whenever Rolf started to cry. Was this the same thing? He didn’t think so, but it was worth a try.
Ike was concentrating so much on trying to keep his emotions inside that he didn’t notice Soren move until the mage’s warm arms were encircling him from behind. He only let himself be surprised for a few seconds at the uncharacteristic warm gesture before he accpeted and sank back into it. Ike turned into the embrace, cluthing at the soft material that covered Soren’s chest, and began to sob quietly.
Soren tried to remember what Mist usually did next. If he remembered correctly, she’d pick Rolf up and hold him, but that definitely wouldn’t work here—Soren was too small compared to his friend. So he settled for the next best thing he could think of, and rubbed Ike’s back comfortingly, trying to think of something to say. It hurt to see the object of his affections like this, but he really had no experience at this sort of thing. Soren finally settled on whispering to Ike that it would all be alright, and that they would get through this together. It sounded somewhat cheesy, but it seemed to do the trick as Ike’s sobs slowly stopped.
By the time Ike had stopped crying altogether, he still wasn’t letting go of Soren. The mage seemed fine with this though, and simply moved to sit on the edge of the bed that was behind Ike’s chair, pulling the taller man with him. Soren moved from stroking the swordman’s back to running a gentle hand through the blue strands of hair that he loved so much. It wasn’t long after that that Soren felt Ike’s breathing even out, and knew him to be asleep. The mage stood and, handling his friend’s body carefully, removed Ike’s boots and arranged him under the covers of his bed. Just as Soren finished, Ike sighed and rolled over, reaching out in his sleep. The black-haired man hesitated for only a moment before holding out his hand to catch Ike’s questing one. Soren was pleased to see the small smile that appeared on his friend’s face even in sleep at the contact, and found himself smiling in return, even thought he knew Ike couldn’t see it.
The documents could definitely be left until morning, Soren figured. Some matters were simply more pressing right now than others.
~to be continued…~
(1) Err…this is supposed to refer to the red-haired archer with a nasty temper, and Gatrie, but I forgot to write down the former’s name before he left the team in the game, and now I can’t remember it! So I had to call them “those two” : / Sorry about that…
(2) Okies, not so sure about that. I can’t remember from the game’s dialogue if Ike has ever cried after sparring with his father, but I thought it was safe to assume he hasn’t. Just letting you know I might be wrong about that!
Reviews are very, VERY welcome lol, and though this seems like a complete piece, there’s definitely more coming. (Otherwise why would it be on this site without a lemon? haha)