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Saparata wondered whether he would be exiled again if anybody knew how he felt.

It was easy. Pretending he hated Flux just like the rest of the world. It was easy to nod whenever a player expressed their hatred towards the man. Easy to say he knew what they were talking about when people said they wished Flux never existed.

It was easy because first and foremost he was lying to himself.

Pretending his heart didn't stop when Flux’s did. Pretending he was still resentful towards him because of Flux's betrayal. Acting as though their friendship (or whatever it was that they had) shattered the moment Flux assassinated the leaders and framed Saparata for it all.

It seemed so easy.

But there were people who saw through him even when Saparata himself didn't want to admit it. 

Cass looked at him with a sad expression, standing in front of Fluixon’s grave alongside Saparata. She hated Flux. She wasn't quiet in her resentment. But at that moment, she stayed silent. Mourning Saparata's friend with him. When she turned to leave, Cass gave him a knowing look. Saparata did not acknowledge it beyond avoiding her eyes. They never spoke of it, but both of them knew.

After the battle of Infernus, Schpood found Saparata and congratulated him on winning the duel. Saparata felt sick due to the Emperor's words, and the man took notice of it. His expression had changed, then. Surprise, realization, and pity (or perhaps it was sympathy). He clutched Saparata’s shoulder, and his voice was a little softer than usual. He mellowed out slightly after the war and everything that came with it, but it was still unusual for him to sound that gentle.

“In Westhelm, a battle in the Colosseum absolves the participants of their crimes. That includes him. He paid with his life.”

The words almost broke Saparata. But in the end, he just nodded. Did not say a word, but a part of him noticed he was able to breathe a little easier afterwards. 

There were a few more people who were less resentful. Some even expressed their regret that Saparata's best friend ended up the way he did. Saparata never knew what to say to those people. 

The point was. He was pretending, for months now. Acting as though he felt nothing more than rage and disgust towards the criminal Fluixon. 

That couldn't be farther from the truth. 

And some noticed. Only those who were understanding enough to not hunt him down because of it, fortunately.

But how would the rest feel? What would they think if they found out Saparata not only didn't hate Flux as much as he led people to believe, but that he still considered the man his friend? His heart?

They'd hunt him down again. Kill him. Go back to hating his guts. Not even the leaders would be able to help him without compromising their positions.

After a few months of living like a ghost in his vacation house, spending hours in front of Flux's grave, and replaying every good memory he had made with the man over and over again, Saparata left Island Two again. The house didn't feel much like a home, anyway.

He didn't tell anyone he was leaving. He just packed a few things, got on his boat and sailed to Island One. If anyone saw him, they didn't disturb him.

And now, he was back in his tower. Standing at the top of it. His armour in a chest, much like that day he nearly gave up. 

Back then, he found his purpose again. The desire to make Flux pay with his life. 

There was no Flux anymore. There wasn't much of anything, now. The cold wind made him shiver, snow fell on his snow-white hair, his fingers slowly lost the feeling in them. He breathed in, and out. In, and out. In, and out. He stood for hours. Looking over the horizon. At the volcano Flux almost died in, except he didn't because the man was like a cockroach and no one could kill him. (Except Saparata.)

Saparata was tired. 

And he missed his heart.

There was only one place where he could see it again. 

See him again.

Saparata closed his eyes. Breathed in, breathed out. He felt eyes on him, but didn't turn. Ish mostly disappeared after the war, now that relative peace was established between the islands. He liked to watch, Saparata knew. Last time, Ish was not there when Saparata almost killed himself. 

And now, the eyes of a god watched as a weary, broken man fell silently to his death. In hopes of finding his missing heart and soul. Saparata's death was peaceful. He was not there to witness people's reactions to his death, the communication device blowing up with what seemed like neverending messages.

Two people were silent, as they both knew Saparata was gone long before leaving this world. 

And he was not there to witness the eyes of a god closing, the air shuddering with the force of his sigh. Saparata was not there to see Ish open them again, to gaze at his corpse. He was not there to see the god's expression change, a firm line made from his lips, and a determined furrow in his eyebrows. 

Saparata was not there to witness Ish change the tides of time, rewind until every tragedy was merely an echo in the wind, remembered by two.

But he was there to live in the aftermath.

Words echoed through the harsh wind.

“What kind of Guardian, Watcher, God would I be if I saw my people suffer and turned away from them? What use is realism against happiness?”

“I grant this world another chance. I grant a second chance to you, Saparata, and to those you love. That is the least I can do.”

“Sometimes, tragedy makes for a brilliant story. But joy and happiness can make one, too.”

“We already got our tragedy.”

“Now, it's your chance to give yourself and the world a romantic story.”

“Saparata, I wish you the very best of luck. Be selfish, for once. You deserve it.”

And as quick and silent as the words came, so they went. Heard only by the ears of someone who should've been long dead.

When Saparata first woke up, back in the beginning, he could not believe his eyes. He was sure it was a dream. Maybe even the afterlife, if he was that lucky. He would be more than happy to have his afterlife be this moment.

Then, he remembered the words.

Saparata didn't actually hear Ish say them. He was dead, after all. But they were still echoing around in his mind, word after word, sentence after sentence. They were ingrained in him. 

It was real.

Ish gave him a second chance. Gave the world a second chance.

Saparata could see Flux again.

For the first few moments back, Saparata could hardly breathe. He kept looking at his communicator, searching for any message that would prove he really was back, and that his best friend– his heart– his Fluixon was here.

And there it was. 

Flux.

For the first time in months, Saparata cried.

He was overwhelmed. He spent much of the first day back in time walking around with no clear destination in mind, feeling a strong sense of deja vu. He's done all this before. He was terrified he was going to experience terrible heartbreak again. Could he even change things? There were so many things he did not know, and a lot of them contributed to the falling out of many nations.

But then– But then. 

Saparata saw him.

There, just before the treeline. Joking around with some of his friends, leaning against a crafting table. Those purple eyes shining with mirth, and those lips– those lips Saparata never got to press his own against– that ridiculous coat the man refused to take off, even when Saparata pointed out he was actively sweating all over his face–

Flux was there.

His Flux.

And Saparata couldn't breathe again, but for a very different reason this time. 

He was so lost in all of his confusing feelings, joy alongside bitterness with sadness and love, that he missed Flux turning his head towards him, those purple irises locking with his own.

Saparata took a sharp breath, his fingers curling into fists without his permission. 

Flux was in front of him. Flux was looking at him. Flux was standing straight, a sword appearing in his hand…

Oh. 

Suddenly, he was right there. The tip of Flux's sword was this close to his throat, the man's eyes were guarded and fierce, and he– he–

He looked so very beautiful. 

His hair looked less ruffled than during their last meeting. His skin less tanned. His coat still perfect, not burned like back then.

And his face. Oh, his face. 

Those blazing eyes that tore through Saparata as though he was paper. Full of suspicion and weariness and distrust, but no hatred like one of the last times those eyes looked directly at him. His nose, adorably wrinkled. Flux would skewer him alive if he ever heard Saparata think that way. And his lips, twisted in a firm frown.

It took all of Saparata's self-control to not immediately pull this man forward and kiss him senseless.

“Who are you? Why were you spying on us?”

Right. This Flux didn't know him. If Saparata wasn't so happy to see the man again, maybe the words would've hit him harder, a reminder he had to start things over.

As it was…

Saparata smiled awkwardly, hand faltering next to the sword. He was about to push it away gently, but realising it would just make Flux more wary, he didn't. 

If he didn't have months of pretending under his belt, he would've struggled to form words. Thankfully he was used to acting by now, and pretending he didn't know Flux was better than claiming he hated him.

“Uh, hi there. I'm Saps.” 

Flux's eyes narrowed. He didn't reply, clearly expecting Saps to answer his second question. Saps didn't expect to feel so fond because of it, but it wasn't an unwelcome feeling.

“I wasn't spying. I was just exploring, and trying to find some people to stick with.”

Flux raised an eyebrow. Then, he eyed Saps, noticing the other didn't even have a wooden sword on him. It made Flux furrow his eyebrows incredulously.

“Exploring. With no gear.” It didn't even sound accusatory. More like he was questioning how Saps was still alive.

In Saps’ defense, he had more important things to do than chop down trees, alright? Mental breakdowns take a lot out of a man. 

“Yep,” Saps popped the “p” causally. 

Flux stared at him for a long moment, then sheathed his stone sword and rolled his eyes. As he crossed his arms, he deadpanned. “How are you not dead yet?”

“Rude,” Saps huffed. He felt slightly offended, but a bigger part of him was jumping in joy. Maybe acting incompetent would make Flux trust him quicker? 

“It's the truth.” Flux shot back, then sighed. “Come on, then.”

Saps raised an eyebrow. Was Flux really inviting him over to his settlement? Already? Where was the paranoia the man was seemingly born with?

Flux started walking, and when he noticed Saps was not following, he turned with an annoyed expression. “Well? You wanted to meet some people. And I want to keep an eye on you in case you're actually some spy,” Under his breath, Flux muttered, glaring at his lack of gear with clear disdain, “Even if it doesn't seem likely.” 

Ah. That sounded more like the Flux he knew. 

“Okay.” Saps agreed.

The next few hours were surreal. The moment Flux took him back to his settlement, his friends were all over Saps. They introduced themselves, and were as friendly as before. They gave him gear even though Flux protested, saying it wasn't wise in case he really was a spy. Thomas smacked him upside the head when he said that, and Snowbird just laughed and said he was too paranoid.

It was nice. 

Saps missed this. They were all his friends, once upon a time. Then things happened and they were on opposite sides. He was betrayed by them. He couldn't help but feel just a little uneasy around them, especially Thomas. 

But it was brief. After all, none of that happened yet. There weren't even any thoughts of creating Luminara yet, just like Island One invading Island Two. 

And they were just so easy to fall back into friendship with. They welcomed Saps with open arms, even if Flux grumbled a bit about it. But Saps knew how Flux got when he was truly paranoid. He was just being difficult. 

As night came, and as they built their tents and went inside them, Flux guided Saps to his own. 

“Don't want you murdering us all in the dead of night,” He claimed. 

Saps knew better.

As they laid there, back to back, Saps didn't sleep. Flux, contrary to what he was saying, was completely relaxed, falling asleep in a matter of minutes. Saps listened to him breathe for the whole night. He knew that if he slept, he'd have that nightmare again. 

Saps' sword made contact with Flux's chest. He heard the other man's sharp breath. That breath drowned out every other noise in the Colosseum. 

Flux was in Saps' arms.

Only Saps' sword was keeping him upright.

As Saps lowered him onto the ground, their eyes met. Gone was the hatred Saps saw at the beginning of their fight. The mocking expression. 

Flux raised his hand weakly, and ran his thumb over Saps' lower lip. The corner of his lips lifted. Saps was closer to crying than he had ever been since he was sentenced to death during his trial.

“I'm glad it's you.”

It could mean many things. Flux could be glad Saps was the one who killed him. He could be glad Saps was the one who won. He could be glad Saps was the one who held him in death. He could be glad Saps was the one who saw him in such a humiliating state.

Maybe it meant all of it. Flux was sneaky like that.

Saps' lips trembled. 

“Don't cry,” Flux rasped, his hand rising to cup Saps’ cheek. “Not for me.”

How could he say that? How could he ask Saps not to cry when his world, his soul, his heart was dying?

“Flux…” Saps didn't say anything else. He couldn't. The only thought on his mind was Flux, Flux, Flux. “Please.” What was he asking for? For Flux not to die? Saps was the one whose sword stabbed through Flux's stomach. Still, Saps couldn't stand the sight of Flux bleeding out. 

“It's okay,” Flux said silently, his words slurring. His eyelids were opening less frequently. “I'm sorry, Saps.”

A tear fell on Flux's cheek. It wasn't his. When the other struggled to focus again, he watched as silent tears ran down Saps' cheeks. 

“Flux, please. Please.” He cried. He pleaded. His hand hovered over Flux's cheek, and another kept the bleeding covered, even if it did nothing at that point. Saps could only think, “Don't die, please. Please, Flux. Don't leave me.”

“I'm sorry, Saps.” Flux's hand fell from Saps' cheek. Saps chased to hold it. “You deserve better.”

“No, no.” Saps intertwined their hands, holding them to his heart. “No better. You. I want you.”

Flux tried to smile, but he started to cough up blood. And in his last moments, he looked at Saps. At least the man had thought so. His gaze was slightly to the side. 

“I love you, Saps.”

And Flux died in Saparata's arms. 

Saps clutched the fabric underneath him tightly. He shouldn't have thought of it. That was his most painful memory. Nothing else even compared to it.

He had to get up. He couldn't stay here anymore. This was a mistake. Flux was just going to die again, and Saps will be alone again, and it will all be for nothing–

“Hey. Saps.”

A voice pulled him out of his head. He took a shuddering breath, and finally noticed Flux had sat up and pulled Saps up with him. How long was he trying to get Saps to calm down? Did he just have a panic attack in the safest place there could be (by Flux's side)? 

Pathetic.

“Hey, look at me.” Flux took Saps' face and made their eyes lock. Flux looked slightly concerned. Maybe even worried. “Breathe with me, okay?”

Saps did. He blocked out that memory again, and just focused on Flux. Who was real. Who was calming him down. Who was…

Wait. Flux just saw him have a panic attack. 

Saps' cheeks burned in embarrassment, and shame. He tried to pull away, “Sorry. Did I wake you up?”

Flux didn't let him. “You did. But that doesn't matter. You don't have to apologise.” He paused, and looked uncertain for the first time since they met again. “Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

Saps quickly shook his head. “No. No. I'm okay.”

“Okay,” Flux agreed easily. He let go of Saps' cheeks, looking awfully calm given the situation and position. Saps wanted those hands to come back yesterday. 

“Are you going back to sleep?”

There was no way Saps was telling him he wasn't even sleeping and that he got himself so worked up because of a memory. No way.

“I don't think so,” Saps trailed off, looking out of the opening of the tent. It was still dark outside. “I think I'll go on a walk. You can go back to sleep.”

But as he got up to do just that, a hand grabbed him by the wrist. He turned, and saw Flux in the middle of getting up.

“I'm going with you.”

“What?” Saps asked, confused.

“We still haven't confirmed you're not a spy,” Flux said, like a broken record. As if he wasn't just sleeping in the same tent as Saps and calming him down from a panic attack. “Besides, you'll just get yourself killed if you're out by yourself.”

Saps felt a little offended. He was better at fighting than Flux was! Just because he didn't have much gear besides the basics didn't mean he was defenseless. 

A look at Flux, though, and any protests Saps might've had had dissolved in a second. Flux was concerned. He hid it well, but Saps knew him. 

Flux was worried and wanted to be close to him.

How in the world was Saps supposed to refuse?

“Okay.”

After that, they walked near the settlement for an hour before sitting on the beach next to each other. They talked about everything and nothing. Flux said things Saps already knew, but relished in hearing about again. Saps talked about himself, too, and it nearly stole his breath when he saw how captivated Flux looked. It was as if he was hanging onto Saps' every word. 

At that moment, with just the two of them sitting peacefully on the beach with the sun slowly rising, Saps made a vow. 

I won't let Flux die. I won't let the leaders die. I won't let the world be turned upside down because of a war.

And most importantly…

I'll tell Flux I love him too.

In the following days, things went somewhat similar to how they went the first time. They went into the mines the next day, Flux wasn't even mentioning the spy thing anymore, and they found diamonds. Ish came by, and even that interaction went similarly. 

Although, just as he was leaving, he gave Saps a look. All the others were focused on mining, so they had a moment to themselves.

Before Ish left, Saps gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you,” He said quietly, with as much gratitude as he could muster. “I'll make it better this time.” It was both a promise to Ish, and to himself. He won't waste this chance he was given; there was no way.

Ish just smiled. “I know.”

His faith in all of the players still sometimes caught Saps off guard, but he thought he understood it better now.

They were Ish’s players. His responsibility, his pride and joy, however weird that may sound. He may not have intervened the first time, and let everyone make their own mistakes, but he still cared. 

He wouldn't have erased it all in a heartbeat if he didn't.

If Ish had faith that Saps could change the outcome…

He'd better do everything he can to prove his god was right.

“Hey! Are you coming, Saps? There's even more diamonds over here!”

“Coming!”

It was after the first propaganda pictures spread around Island Two, Saps and Flux sitting by the beach. Watching the waves in silence, a poster torn in two behind them. 

“They're dangerous,” Flux muttered out of nowhere, glaring at the ocean.

Saps glanced at Flux. They had gotten closer over the last few days. Faster than last time, since Saps wanted to become someone Flux trusted as fast as possible. 

“You think so?” Saps hummed, as though they were talking about the weather. He drew a stick figure in the sand.

Flux turned to stare at him with an incredulous look, "Didn't you see those posters? “Death to Island Two”? They're jealous of us!”

“Wouldn't you be?” 

“What?”

Saps turned to him. “Wouldn't you be jealous? We have everything here. Wood, water, food, resources. There's rumours even their sea is dangerous. It's understandable why they'd be bitter.”

Flux tensed slightly, and his eyes narrowed. Saps recognised that look. It made his heart race, even though he didn't show his fear. It wasn't an exact copy, but similar. 

The look he gave the leaders when they protested against his plans. 

“That doesn't mean we should let them kill us all.”

“Who says anything about letting them do that?”

Flux furrowed his eyebrows, that look gone from his face. (Good.) It seemed Saps successfully confused him. Confused Flux was better than Angry Flux any day.

“You just said you understand them.”

“Because I do,” Saps nodded. “I'd also be angry if I found out another island had it better than us. But let's think for a moment. If they have it so bad, how could they possibly think of killing us? Would they even be able to do that?”

“They could unite.” Flux reasoned. 

“They could. But Island Two could do that, too.”

“We'd be too late. By the time everyone came together, they would already be deep into the island.”

“They have worse gear. It'd take them longer to spread out than us getting together.”

Flux was silent for a while, clearly thinking of another argument. Saps didn't let him think of one. 

“But that is all in the case of them actually wanting to attack us.”

Flux bristled, “You can't be so naive and think they won't.”

“Why? If what I understand is correct, they already have a lot to deal with by themselves. A volcano, barely any food, boiling water. When would they have the time to plan an invasion?”

“That's a foolish line of thinking. We can't leave things up to chance.”

“No,” Saps agreed. “We can't.”

Flux looked confused again. Saps thought he looked adorable getting all worked up over and over again, just to deflate when Saps said something that contradicted everything that came before. 

“What?”

“Being kind and being cautious isn't mutually exclusive, you know?” Saps smiled. “We can plan to defend ourselves while also trying to win them over. They're people just like us. I'm sure they don't want a war to break out.”

Saps knew that was the case. Flux did not. He was a protector at his core. He'd do anything to ensure the safety of those he cared about. It was admirable, and a good trait to have. Flux could be cautious all he wanted.

Saps will be there to make sure his paranoia won't ruin him, instead.

It was obvious Flux wasn't a fan of Saps' thinking. He didn't look convinced. 

But he wasn't outright saying it. 

It was progress. Saps had to start fast, and then slowly but surely guide Flux onto the right path. He didn't lose the man and his trust with this discussion. He wasn't considering his opinion just yet, but that was alright. 

Saps would participate in all the discussions Flux needed to come to a compromise that wouldn't include falling dripstone.

He was determined to make Flux see his side of things. He knew it wasn't possible to completely erase the part of him that was cautious and wary, but that wasn't an issue. That was something useful, in fact. Flux was right about some things. It was foolish to operate entirely on hope. 

Which was why when it would finally be time for the meeting that started it all, the only conclusion Saps would allow was the following; upon the barrier falling, a crew of ships with food and resources would meet the people of Island One, flanked with guards. Meanwhile, Luminara and every coastal nation would be prepared to face off against Island One if they decided on attacking. 

It would take a lot to convince Flux that the idea was sound, but Saps was determined to make it work. 

After that, they stopped talking about Island One and went back to their debate about Flux's fashion choices. There was no distrust on Flux's face. No disappointment. He didn't even seem to be thinking about what Saps said anymore.

Maybe Saps really had a chance.

“Luminara?” Saps asked, looking at the map Flux was drawing. 

“Yeah. I was asked by 3BelowZero to be his Vice President. We're going to settle here,” Flux pointed at the top of the map. He didn't look too happy, but not disappointed like last time. “He wants to make a bridge that would connect the two islands when the barrier falls.”

Saps hummed, leaning over Flux's shoulder. He pretended to not hear Flux's breath catch for a second. “That's a nice idea.”

“A stupid idea.”

“Hmm,” Saps leaned even further, his breath tickling the back of Flux's neck. “Admirable.”

“Suicidal.” His voice sounded strained. Saps had so much fun it was difficult to stifle his grin.

He put his chin on Flux's shoulder. “That's a pretty map. You're quite the artist, you know?”

Flux did not respond. He stopped moving all together. Didn't even seem to have a rebuke. And most definitely forgot about his displeasure with 3BelowZero’s plan. 

“You know, I want to build a vacation home. Somewhere high up, where no one would bother me.”

That seemed to pull Flux out of his flustered state. “You're not coming with?”

“You know I don't like politics,” Saps waved his hand. It was actually a tough decision. It would be harder to make sure Flux wasn't slipping back into old habits if he wasn't around, but he needed to have no connection to any nation to be made the mediator for the meeting. He needed that role to be his. He'd be smarter this time, he'd make sure of it.

“You don't have to be involved with politics. You can just live there with me– us. 3BelowZero is a bit of an idiot, but he's a good man.”

Wow. Flux wasn't fighting like this the first time around. It almost made Saps agree. It was so obvious Flux already liked him. They never spoke about it the first time, there was just this tension between them that both of them knew of but didn't act on. Only Flux ever confessed, and that was right before he died. 

It was a little funny watching Flux fumble around while knowing full well he had a crush on him. 

“I believe you. But you know I'm an antisocial bastard.”

Flux laughed. He seemed to forget about their position. “Was that why you looked like a literal spy the first time we met? You watched us for like five minutes before I turned around.”

Saps gaped. His cheeks flushed slightly. Did he really stare that long?

“No I didn't.”

“You did!” Flux laughed again, delighted. He turned his head, and suddenly they were millimeters apart. 

Both of them stopped breathing. When Saps looked into Flux's eyes, he saw the same expression of shock he felt. 

Neither of them moved for a while. Then, Flux's eyes briefly glanced down, and Saps’ well practiced control was slowly slipping. They never kissed, back then. It would be so easy to just lean in. He saw his own desire reflected in Flux's eyes. 

It would be so, so easy.

Just as Flux started to lean in, they both heard a rustle. 

Immediately, they whipped their heads around and both of them had their swords out in a matter of seconds. 

It was Ish.

Who was staring at them with a confused, but clearly delighted expression. 

He never wanted to kill that man more.

“Saps, Flux! Please, don't let me disturb you!” He winked at them, and disappeared. 

The two of them were left gaping, the moment crashed and burned. 

Flux was the first to clear his throat and go back to his map. Not raising his head for even a second. 

Saps wasn't doing much better. To think they almost…

Fuck. He really wanted to choke Ish. It's too bad gods couldn't be killed. (If Flux tried, he'd probably find a way. He was crazy like that.)

“So…” Saps started. Flux tensed, but stopped sketching. “Vacation home?”

“Right. Right. I'll help.”

“Right.”

Silence. 

“I think I'm going to gather some wood.”

“That's a great idea. I'm going to finish this map.”

“Great.”

“Great.”

Saps fled. Flux put his head in his hands. Both of them were as red as the apples they ate.

Somewhere, Ish was laughing his ass off.

Things didn't stay awkward between them. They both silently agreed to not speak of that and go back to being the bestest of friends. 

This time, when Flux left to form Luminara with 3BelowZero, Saps went with them just to start making some connections. When they passed by the Cass Coalition, he was introduced by 3BelowZero to Cass, who was as friendly as in his first life. This time they also stayed for a few hours in the Coalition on Saps' suggestion. He said it would help with leaders being more knowledgeable about each other. Everyone agreed with him. Flux looked at him with an unimpressed expression, however, as though he was saying “don't like politics, huh?”. Just because he didn't like them, didn't mean he was oblivious to them, alright?

Then the subject of the bridge came up. 

“And so we wish to connect our islands, so that when the barrier falls, the Island One residents know we mean them no harm.”

Cass looked impressed, and seemed to approve of the plan. “That's a good idea. It's important to let them know we can be their allies.”

Saps subtly glanced at Flux. Although he didn't look happy, even pouting ever so slightly, he didn't comment. And Saps didn't think he would.

Perhaps their debates and discussions really were helping. 

Saps couldn't be more proud.

Which was why he took matters into his own hands. 

He propped his chin up on his hand. They were sitting on a circular table in Cass’s home, as she kindly invited them inside. 

“What will you do if they use the bridge to attack us?”

The table fell silent. Everyone was surprised, 3BelowZero and Cass with similar expressions of confusion. Like they couldn't fathom the Island One members invading them. 

Meanwhile, Flux was gaping like a fish. Clearly, he didn't expect Saps to voice his concerns. Much less in the presence of two leaders. But Saps had no such reservations. He was not part of either of their nations. He was an outsider. He spoke for no one. Unlike Flux. 

“Why would they attack us?”

“I'm sure you've seen the posters. “Death to Island Two”, and all that. Everything we hear from them gives the impression that the moment the barrier falls, they'll come to kill us all.”

3BelowZero looked shaken. “They must be capable of peace. Everyone is.”

“Maybe,” Saps agreed. “Are you willing to bet on that?”

He fell silent. Cass looked at him thoughtfully, while Flux was staring at him like he was a stranger. 

“What would you propose, then?”

Saps leaned forward. “A defense pact. All nations of Island Two come together if one is attacked by outsiders.”

Flux piped up, then. His eyes boring into Saps'. “If what you say is true, there would be no time for the nations to come together.”

“You're right.” Saps nodded. “Which is why another precaution would be required. The day the barrier falls, we send a group of people with guards to give Island One resources. And later, we open up a trade route, so that there is no reason for them to steal from our island. We'll give them what they want fairly, while not making them dependent on us.”

Silence again. 

“And if there is an attack while the delegation is out there?” Flux asked. He sounded more mellow than during that fateful meeting. It didn't sound accusatory. 

It sounded thoughtful. 

“Nations closest to the sea will be prepared to fight off invaders, and every other nation will be on standby. If they attack, we attack straight back.”

Cass leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Are you sure you're not looking to join any nation?”

“Hey,” Flux protested immediately, all thoughts of war bleeding out of his mind seemingly, “Don't try to steal him. I met him first.”

Cass looked at Flux, and there was that familiar glint in her eyes. 

“From what I understand, he doesn't want to join Luminara, either.”

Flux scowled. “He's my friend.”

Cass smiled kindly. “He can have more than one friend.”

What was happening right now..?

3BelowZero met his gaze. The other shrugged, but he looked amused. His expression was knowing. He didn't even seem to remember the fact Flux was questioning his bridge.

Eventually the other two stopped bickering. Cass looked far too pleased with herself, meanwhile Flux kept glancing at Saps as though afraid he was going to vanish. 

…He really fucked the timeline up, didn't he?

He was absolutely loving it.

“Well,” Cass started, when they were about to leave. “I'll give your suggestions some thought, Saps. You're welcome anytime in the Cass Coalition.”

Saps smiled gratefully, “Thank you, Cass.”

Out of the corner of his eyes, Flux seethed. 

On their way to finding a home for Luminara, Flux sailed close to Saps. They were at the back, looking over the immigrants. 

“What was that?” Flux demanded, stopping Saps in his tracks.

“What was what?” 

Flux glared at him. “Don't play dumb. Why would you say something like that?”

“Weren't you thinking the same?”

“I– But I wouldn't say that with two leaders,” He hissed, slapping Saps' arm. “You just met the two of them, and you could've lost their favour immediately!”

Saps paused. What was this about, really?

“What?”

Flux ran his fingers through his hair, annoyed. “What were you trying to achieve? Losing every ally you just met?”

“I just asked a question.”

Flux's eye twitched. “You don't say things like that. Especially not when you know the stance of the higher up! You were talking to leaders who could've told every other leader that you weren't someone trustworthy.”

Saps really was lost. He thought this would be about Saps saying what Flux was thinking over the last weeks. That Flux would ask why he said something like this when he kept trying to convince Flux there was no need to worry. And… Did he actually manage to do that?

“What are you mad at me about, really?” Saps asked, because Flux was not making any sense. 

“You could've been in danger, Saps!” Flux yelled out. He clenched his jaw, and threw his head back. “Fuck, how can you be both so smart and so stupid?”

Saps gaped. 

This was about Flux…

Being concerned about him?

Actually… Now that he thought about it… He kept dissuading Flux from the idea of Island One invading. He seemed to finally start considering it and looking for other options. 

But in the process….

Did he make himself seem like someone Flux needed to protect? After all, Flux thrived when there was someone he could care for. That's mostly why he was so adamant against sending aid; he didn't want Island Two to suffer. 

And with his hopeful attitude, still based in reality, Saps became someone Flux trusted, and wanted to protect. 

Oh. 

Oh.

“You were worried?” Saps asked, his voice usually soft. 

Flux avoided eye contact, crossing his eyes. “If I won't be, who will? You're too trusting, Saps.”

In the process of eliminating one purpose from Flux’s life, Saps created another. 

Was Flux's purpose keeping Saps safe?

Saps watched Flux. The man was clearly uncomfortable, but he wasn't denying it. He wasn't denying being worried.

Saps smiled. “I'm honoured.”

Flux groaned, regret setting in. “Oh, fuck off.”

He laughed, “No, really! I'm happy you worry, Flux. But you don't have to. I knew I'd be fine. Cass and 3BelowZero don't seem like people who hold grudges.”

Flux sighed. “That's the kind of thinking that gets you killed.”

Saps shrugged. Flux groaned again. They finally locked eyes again, and Saps' smile turned softer. 

“Besides,” He said quietly, raising his hand towards Flux's and intertwining their fingers. “I knew I'd be safe. You were there.”

Flux flushed slightly, but didn't let go. “Idiot. You really will get yourself killed one day.”

“No I won't. You'll be there to protect me.”

“Damn right I will.” Flux grumbled under his breath.

Maybe, things would be okay.

Saps just had to keep doing what he was doing. If making Flux change his mind towards Island One required becoming someone Flux gave his all to protect instead, Saps would take that place gladly.

When Luminara was finally settled, Saps stayed there for a few days, watching over the citizens. When homes and all the other buildings were built, the construction of the bridge began.

He was on the bridge right now, handing some materials to a Luminaran. When he turned around to go back, he saw Flux standing on the other side, looking right at him. Saps raised his eyebrow, and walked over to him.

“Can I help you?”

“You're leaving today.”

“I am,” Saps nodded, dusting off his clothes. 

Flux didn't say anything for a while. Then, he reached into his inventory and pulled out a sketchbook. He handed it to Saps, who looked at it with a confused expression. “Look inside.”

Though slightly suspicious, Saps did as Flux asked. 

He saw his home. 

Saps stared at the sketch for a long while without a word. His silence seemed to unsettle Flux, since he kept shifting from one leg to another. Nervous. Flux, nervous? Fluixon? That man was never nervous.

And yet.

“You don't like it?”

“I love it,” Saps breathed, his eyes not leaving the page. “I love it, Flux.”

This was his home. The home Flux made into an execution hall, once upon a time. 

That wouldn't happen this time.

“Oh,” Flux breathed out a sigh of relief. When Saps looked up, he noticed the other man looked immensely pleased. “That's good. I'm glad.”

“Seriously, Flux.” Saps locked their eyes and stepped closer. “It's beautiful.” Just like you are.

Flux flushed slightly, breaking the eye contact. “Surely it's not that great–”

Saps shut him up by surging forwards and wrapping his arms around Flux in a hug. Flux's arms automatically hugged back like clockwork. “It is. I'm so happy you were the one to design my home. Thank you, Flux.” 

Only Flux could design Saps' home, because the man himself was home.

“Of course, Saps.” Flux breathed, resting his chin on the top of Saps' head. “Anything for you.”

Anything for you.

Anything.

Saps wanted to kiss Flux stupid. He really, really did.

Unfortunately, they weren't alone. When Flux started to pull away, Saps let go, although reluctantly. 

“I'll come by whenever I can to help you build. I can even take the guys with me.”

Saps smiled, “Just focus on your duties, Vice President.”

Flux rolled his eyes, exasperated. “My duties aren't more important than you, Saps.”

Saps would beg to differ. But it was nice to hear something like that, so he just accepted it. Sue him, Flux was unfairly romantic even when he didn't realize it. 

“I should pack.”

“I'll come with you.”

“Flux.”

“I'm free. Seriously. 3BelowZero gave me the day off today.”

Saps almost laughed. He thought back to the man's amused expression, and yeah. He definitely suspected something. Hell, maybe he even knew.

It wasn't Saps' problem, though. Flux would have to deal with the teasing by himself.

“Fine. You're unbelievable.”

And so they went. Flux didn't leave Saps' side for even a second. And when it was time for Saps to leave, he was the first to hug him. 

“I'll visit you soon.”

“You don't have to.”

“I want to.”

They looked at each other, still embracing, their faces so very close. They looked around them. There was no one there. Maybe they could…

“Hi guys!”

No fucking way.

They turned. Ish was there. He saw their position. He saw Saps' expression, promising murder. He wisely vanished in a millisecond.

They let go of each other. They didn't say anything at first. Then, Saps cleared his throat.

“Well. I'd better go.”

“Yeah. You should.”

The two shared one more look, an awkward handshake (why the hell did they shake hands), and Saps got into his boat. Flux stayed on the shore long after Saps was gone.

Now that Saps was alone, he had time to plan. He already started to win Flux over. And it seemed to be working. He just had to keep it up now, and there'd be no assassinations. 

At least by Flux's design. 

Queen Jophiel was at the point of having a lot of influence on Island Two. The Cass Coalition was slightly too small, while the Commonwealth was deep into their in-fighting. He didn't have to worry about other nations of Island Two that much. Luminara wouldn't be a problem so long as Saps made sure Flux didn't start plotting and scheming. He probably wouldn't feud with Aperion, either, if he didn't have a reason to argue to begin with. 

Soon, word of Island One uniting would spread through Island Two. Saps knew it wasn't about war, but the volcano, as Schpood had shared during one of their rare meetings. But the others wouldn't know that, and that would make them scared. Just like last time. 

However, this time they started talking about uniting first. He shared that idea with Cass and 3BelowZero. And they would, possibly, share it with other leaders. 

He had to have faith in Flux to stay neutral to the plan. Saps didn't think he'd ever approve of it, maybe only after he saw the results, but what mattered most was that it wasn't refuted by him. 

Later, he'd worry about Island One. There were some things he wished he could prevent, but he couldn't do anything so long as the barrier was up. 

Maybe he could even play mediator for Island One, too. They needed one. The Blue Cross didn't seem to be enough.

He hoped he could prevent Turntapp’s and Benji’s deaths. Turntapp's probably wouldn't happen so long as he didn't become too chummy with Island Two. Which is a problem in itself. Maybe he could one day change the hearts of The Covenant? Well, Turntapp probably wouldn't have one if Saps wasn't there and telling him about his tragic life. But he'd worry about that later. 

Netherite would be an issue. Flux would definitely grow wary again when the news inevitably spread. But maybe Saps could convince Cynikka to share the resources somehow? 

He did think she and Flux were kind of similar…

He'd find Knight_Arcturus whenever the man escaped. Saps knew these islands like the back of his hand. He was on the run for months. 

He'd find him.

Then, he would be returned to Schpood.

What else?

He didn't know much about the other conflicts, so he didn't know how much he could change. Saps was only one man. It was already challenging managing all those leaders over the two islands. 

And he once said he wished to be away from the politics. Why did Flux have to be such a paranoid little cockroach? (A very handsome and beautiful cockroach, of course.)

Later that day, he got a visitor. 

He crossed his arms and looked at Flux with a raised eyebrow. “Flux. I left literally yesterday.”

Flux crossed his arms right back. “Yeah, and you have nowhere to stay. I have to help you build your house.”

“I can do it myself. You're the Vice President of Luminara.”

“I got another day off.”

Saps stared at Flux with an incredulous expression. This guy was worried about Island One invading literal weeks ago?

Was his crush that bad?

“How many days off does a Vice President get?”

Flux smirked, “However many I want. 3BelowZero is very flexible.”

Wow. These guys were total dumbasses. That wasn't how you led a nation at all.

He loved that dumbass in front of him so much he wanted to scream. 

“Fine.” Saps sighed. “Let's go gather sand.”

He pretended not to notice Flux grinning winningly. Just the mere sight of that smile made him weak in the knees.

They spent the rest of the day gathering sand. Flux kept complaining about it getting in his coat, but every time Saps suggested he take it off the man just wrapped it tighter around himself and hissed “never”. Then he proceeded to almost pass out because of how overheated he was. Saps had to tear that damn coat off of him. (By tear, he meant he very neatly pulled it off of Flux and even folded it into a cube upon Flux's glare.)

When they went back to Saps' tent, Flux almost passed out on Saps' sleeping bag.

“I am so tired.” Flux groaned, spreading out on the ground. 

Saps stared down at him with an unimpressed expression. “You have a nation to return to.”

Flux tried to glare. He just looked petulant. “Are you throwing me out, Saparata?”

“I am telling you that you have duties to return to. You can't just stay here.” Saps replied, calmly.

“No I don't.”

There was no point in arguing. It wouldn't get anywhere, anyway. Saps sighed and sat on the ground. Flux stared at him weirdly. Saps raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Get over here.”

“What?”

“I said, get over here. You're not sleeping on the cold ground.”

Saps looked at the sleeping bag. “We won't fit in there.”

“Then we'll lay on it.”

“That defeats the whole purpose of a sleeping bag.”

“Saparata,” Flux narrowed his eyes at him, voice cold. At this moment, he looked the most like how he was back in Saps' first life that he got whiplash. “Get. Over. Here.”

Saps gaped.

He completely forgot how Flux got when he was really, really tired. He gave absolutely zero fucks, and was downright manical. 

Saparata, like the obedient and with a will to live best friend he was, got over there.

Immediately, Flux clinged to him, hid his face in the crook of Saps' neck, and wrapped his arms around Saps.

He was asleep in seconds.

Saps didn't sleep for some time. He didn't get nightmares anymore. They stopped a week or two after he came back. Mostly because he more often than not slept with Flux in his tent. For the longest time, no one bothered to make another one for Saps alone.

He just wanted to enjoy being this close to Flux.

Yesterday was the first time in a long time he slept completely alone. Even back in Luminara, they slept in the same room. They said it was because “Saps didn't want to take up a room that could be used by someone else”. In truth, they just didn't want to be separated. On the road they slept in the same tent, and in the same sleeping bag. In Luminara they slept in two separate beds but close enough for it to be considered one.

Yesterday he was alone and it was miserable.

He almost had a panic attack when he woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't hear Flux's breath. 

He thought he was woken up from the most amazing dream he ever had. 

Thankfully, he wasn't. He was just very attached to Flux now, it seemed. 

Maybe, he thought, looking down at Flux. Who was looking the most peaceful he ever did, and it was only with Saps. 

Maybe, he thought, Flux couldn't sleep without Saps, too.

Eventually, Saps fell asleep as well. 

He didn't wake up once.

Fluixon: We need a mediator. Island One is uniting. There's a meeting of the leaders. Will you come?

Saps' breath caught.

It was just six days after he left Luminara. Flux was here yesterday, much to Saps' chagrin. 

It was time.

Saparata: I'll be there.

It was time to find out whether Saps' efforts were enough.

As he sat down in his chair, his eyes found Flux's. Once again, he was there instead of 3BelowZero, who was busy building the bridge. 

All of the other leaders were there.

Flux looked back. 

Saps almost gasped. 

There was no urgency in those eyes. No coldness. He didn't even look all that invested. He was tense, yes. But that was like everyone else after hearing news of their sister island uniting. 

His eyes looked… Warm. When he looked at Saps.

Queen Jophiel took the stage. “We have gathered here to discuss the sudden news. We have gotten word of Island One uniting. I have asked you all to come here to figure out our next step.”

Whispers. Leaders looked between each other. Flux, to Saps' amazement, stayed silent. 

Cass spoke up, “I have a proposition.” 

All of the leaders turned to her. “Cautiousness is necessary. We do not know those of Island One, nor their traditions and desires. I propose a defense pact; once one of our nations is attacked, all of the others go to war.”

“We can agree with that.”

“That's good.”

“What about a nation like Luminara?” Saps found himself speaking. The leaders all turned to him, and the only reason why he didn't cower was that he once saw them declare his own execution. This was nothing compared to that.

Meanwhile, Flux looked confused that Saps had brought that up. Saps wondered if the other man was even planning on speaking.

“What of it?” Asked Cass, but Saps knew she already understood. They talked about it already, after all. She was just doing it to give him a way to go on.

“Luminara lays the closest to Island One. If they were attacked, before any other nation caught up, they'd all be already dead.” Saps sat up straighter. He nodded towards AlkalineAlke. “Same goes for Aperion. The defense pact is not enough.”

“What do you propose, then?” 

Saps smiled. Cass was giving him the perfect opportunity. He was meant to be here as a mediator; he wasn't even a higher rank. He was just someone not linked to any nation. 

But it was clear Cass already found his plan to be the most suitable, and was willing to give him openings to speak. 

Alkaline seemed surprised to be dragged into this, but did not argue against his point.

Flux looked quite similar to how he did back when Saps did this the first time; Saps almost winced. He was definitely going to lecture him afterwards. 

“I propose this; when the barrier drops, troops will be stationed in Luminara and Aperion, in case Island One attacks. At that time, all the nations should be prepared to jump into the action if it is necessary. If Island One attacks, a messenger from Luminara or Aperion leaves to send the message while the troops fight off the invasion and buy the rest of Island Two time.”

Cass looked pleased at his answer. The other leaders looked thoughtful. Jophiel spoke up, with a small frown. 

“While I believe the defense pact should go through, I'd also suggest preventing a war in the first place. I suggest that when the time comes, we send aid. Resources, food, gear. Whatever Island One needs at that moment. That way, we will show we are not a threat to them.”

The leaders nodded, in agreement. Saps kept sporadically glancing over at Flux. He was terrified his efforts were not enough, even if the man hadn't spoken at all yet.

Jophiel glanced at Saps, which caught him slightly off guard. “Do you think sending aid is a good idea?”

Well that's just weird. But glancing at Cass, and her encouraging smile, he realized she must've spoken to Jophiel about him already. 

Now he was getting nervous. What if the other leaders thought he wasn't fit to be a mediator because of the fact he wasn't only watching over the meeting and making sure everyone was heard? Saps couldn't let that happen. 

“It is. Although I think sending guards with the crew would be a good idea, just to be safe.”

Jophiel nodded, “Of course.” She turned back to the leaders. “Does anyone else have anything more to add?”

The people at the table all looked at each other. Saps subtly glanced towards Flux, his heart racing. 

He wasn't even looking at the leaders. He just kept staring at Saps, with a disapproving expression. 

Saps blinked. 

“Saparata?” Jophiel spoke to him, and Saps turned, dazed. “Please, hold the vote.”

“Right,” Saps cleared his throat, and looked around the table. “All those in favour of the aid, defense and offense plan, say aye.”

“Aye.” Everyone said.

Including Flux. (Albeit quietly.)

The meeting ended. The Commonwealth left, as did Aperion after a nod in Saps' direction. Cass and Jophiel went to the side to discuss. Flux was staring right at him. 

Saps gulped.

Flux stood up. He closed in on Saps, and pulled him up. Then he dragged him off without even saying his goodbyes. He ignored every request to stop that Saps made, and just before they left their eyesight, he saw Jophiel and Cass smirk and wink at him.

He was being betrayed left and right, here.

“Flux, please. What's going on?” Saps tried again, to no avail. 

Finally, when they went into the woods, Saps was pushed against a tree. Flux's hands were on his shoulders, and he was so close Saps could feel his breath tickling his eyebrows.

“Flux?” He said quietly, dread pooling in his stomach. Did he read the entire situation wrong? Was Flux about to kill him? 

“Saparata,” Flux said, eerily calm. It sent goosebumps down Saps' body. Flux leaned forward. “Do you never listen?”

Saps drew a blank. He could only rasp, “What?”

“You were supposed to be the mediator, Saps. The only reason why I suggested you was because I thought you'd sit there quietly, like I asked you to.”

“What– You never asked me to–”

“I did! Back when we were on our way to Luminara!” Flux yelled, his fingers digging into Saps' shoulders. He almost winced. “I told you I was worried when you spoke against leaders, and here you went, doing the very same!”

Oh. It really was about–

“But Cass–”

“Cass is one person. Jophiel is another. But there is Aperion, who you brought up randomly. And there's the Commonwealth. Not to even mention each nation's subordinates. You could've made yourself a target in any of those people's minds. How can you be so stupid?”

“I was just trying to help–”

“And what if your help ended with you being imprisoned? Exiled? Executed? Saps, what you did was very dangerous.”

Oh, this was rich. Coming from the guy who planned his execution. He wanted to snark back, but this Flux never did that. Not only would it be confusing, but also not fair.

Still, he wouldn't go quietly. 

He spoke without thinking.

“And who are you to say what I can do and what I can't do?”

The moment those words left his mouth, he regretted them. Flux looked like Saps just sucker punched him. Saps wanted to take it back. Take it all back. He wanted to rewind time. He didn't mean it. Of course he didn't mean it. He was just angry, and–

“I see.” Flux said stiffly, letting go of Saps. Stepping back. Saps desperately wanted to feel his touch again, and wished for it to come back. Even if it was to slap him, or punch him, or break his bones. “I suppose I am no one, Saparata.”

Saps' eyes widened. Flux used his full name only when he was worried or tired. That wasn't the tone of someone who was worried. No. No.

“Flux–”

“Fluixon.”

No. Nonononono.

Please, no.

“Flux–” Saps reached out, but Flux stepped away. And then he turned away from Saps. 

“Goodbye, Saparata.”

Saps stood there, frozen. Long after Flux— Fluixon left, he was still standing. His palms were bleeding from how much he was digging his nails into them.

He didn't know how he went back to his half finished house. (Not a home. Flux was home.)

He didn't know when he fell asleep.

All he knew was that the nightmares were back, stronger and much more cruel. 

And that he just lost his heart again.

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Days blurred after that. 

He got up. He tried to work on the house. He threw up. He gave up. He went back to sleep. He had nightmares all night. He barely slept.

Repeat.

It was just like the months after he killed Fluixon.

He still remembered how one day, Cass had come by, only to find him on the ground next to Fluixon’s grave. He was unresponsive at first, she told him. She said that she thought he died, even though it would've shown up on her communicator if he did.

She stayed with him for a couple days after that. When Saparata told her that she had a nation to look after, she just looked at him sadly, but firmly.

“My friend needs someone to look after him, too.”

He got slightly better during those days. Not being alone all the time helped. Cass was a blessing. She helped him eat frequently, took him out for walks, and forbade him from spending more than two hours at Fluixon's grave.

Eventually, she had to go back. But she made him promise to never let it get that bad again. Or at least to come to her when it did.

Saparata promised. And he kept the promise. He really did. At the end there, well. He just got too tired to go on.

That Cass would slap him upside the head for saying that to Fluixon. And she'd look at him all disappointed, seeing him lose himself again. Current Cass probably would, too.

He wanted to keep his promise. But he just couldn't.

He got his second chance. 

Fluixon was right there.

He could've had him. 

Saparata could've finally told Fluixon he loved him. 

And he ruined it all, just because he was annoyed at Fluixon. Who was just worried.

He fucked up. 

And he didn't think he could fix this.

Cass and Jophiel both messaged him a few times regarding the meeting. At first it was to ask about what happened when Fluixon took him away. He didn't reply. Then it was to invite him to another meeting. He didn't reply then, either. 

Then, they asked whether something happened between the two of them.

Saparata almost replied, I lost my heart.

But he didn't.

It turned into worried messages. Asking him how he was, where he was, why he wasn't replying. 

He never told anyone other than Fluixon, who only told his friends, where his vacation house was. 

Saparata was glad he didn't.

Sometimes, he felt Ish watching him. He never acknowledged the god. How could he? He failed. Ish had faith in him, and he went and screwed everything up by saying the wrong, not true, terrible thing. 

Saparata wished he still had that tower of his on Island One. (No matter the fact he couldn't even go over there.)

He wished he could run far, far away. 

Anywhere that wasn't still smelling of his Fluixon. 

Blood. Red. Blood. Redredredredred—

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe.

He killed him. His heart is dead. The love of his life is dead. His world is dead.

He killed him.

He's dead. Right there. On the ground.

He's bleeding. 

He's smiling. 

He's saying he's sorry.

He's saying he loves him.

He's dead. Red. Blood. Dead. His heart and soul is dead.

Red fingers, red armour, red floor, red coat, red sword—

He's dead. He killed him.

His heart was dead.

Dead. He is dead. Blood on the snow. Whisper in the wind. Rewind.

Alive. His heart is alive. 

Gone. He's gone. His heart is gone and it's all his fault. 

He did this. His heart is gone.

His heart is dead, his heart is gone.

His Flux is dead, his Flux is gone.

Saparata killed his soulmate. He's dead. His one and only. His heart. His soul. His home. His, his, his.

Saparata lost his soulmate. He's gone. His one and only. His heart. His soul. His home. His, his, his.

Saparata woke up with a gasp. Tears trailed down his cheeks. His heart raced. His blood was icy. His body shook. Terror racked him.

He would never get used to this.

He wiped the tears away, and slowly got up from the floor. He forgot to get to his tent again. 

Oh well. 

He went out to the main hall, only to stop dead in his tracks. 

“Thomas?” His voice cracked terribly. From both unuse, and the screaming each night. “NewKids?”

The two of them paused their argument to stare at him. Saparata wondered what he looked like. Not good, he imagined. He didn't remember when he last showered. Or changed his clothes. Or ate. He only ate when he passed out several times in a row. 

“Fucking hell,” Thomas muttered, horrified. “I'm not sure who's got it worse.”

NewKids nodded, looking at Saparata with furrowed eyebrows. “Those are the clothes you wore during the meeting. That was nearly two weeks ago.”

“Fucking hell.” Thomas repeated, sharing an incredulous look with NewKids.

“What do you need?” Saparata cut in, already wishing he could just go to sleep. Even if sleep meant blood and red and loss. At least then, he got to see Fluixon. Even just for that, suffering through those nightmares was worth it.

“We?” Thomas laughed, exasperated. “We don't need anything. We're here for you.”

“...Me.” 

“We're taking you to Luminara.” NewKids elaborated. 

Dead. Gone.

“No.” He took a shaky step back, his heart thundering in his chest. His breathing grew ragged. “I can't.”

“Yes, you can. We're taking you.” Thomas argued, getting closer. “Consider this a kidnapping, if it makes you feel better.”

“No.”

He couldn't see him. He couldn't. He didn't want to see those cold, cold, cold eyes again. 

NewKids placed a hand on Thomas's shoulder, stopping his advance. “Wait. Something's not right.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow, “What?”

“Look at him. He's shaking. And– Are those tears?”

The two of them looked worried now.

“Saps?”

No, no, no, no.

It's Saparata, not Saps. 

Fluixon, not Flux.

Saparata took another step back. But in that moment, his vision blacked out. Oh. Right. How many times did he pass out today? Probably the fifth. He hasn't eaten in three days. Or maybe longer.

He heard shouting. Just before he hit the floor, someone caught him gently. He couldn't do it anymore.

He passed out again.

“Do you think he's been like this this whole time?”

“Maybe. I don't know. He's lost weight, and he's extremely pale.”

“He wasn't eating.”

“No. He probably only ate the bare minimum.”

“I thought it was him that did something.”

“I think that we don't know the whole story.”

“Probably.”

“...”

“...”

“Should we show him?”

“I don't know. He isn't doing much better.”

“At least he ate.”

“I guess.”

“He should see him. Those idiots need to finally get their act together, this is getting ridiculous.”

“You're the same as Snowbird.”

“Look, is it wrong of me to not want to have to listen to Flux talk about him every hour of the day? Not like this, though. I wish he'd talk at all, even about Saps.”

“I know.”

“How much longer do you think he'd last?”

“I don't know. It depends on if he actually… Still wanted to.”

“...”

“...”

“Let's show him.”

“...Okay.”

Voices. A hand in his hair. Warmth. 

Voices. Fingers running through his hair. Warmth.

Voices– “-ast ate?” Fingers running through his hair. Warmth.

Voices– “-n't know.” Fingers detangling his hair. Warmth.

Voices– “-id you feed him?” Fingers running through his hair. Warmth. 

“Yeah. We made him eat a gapple and some bread. Light on the stomach.” Fingers running through his hair. Warmth.

“Good. Did he wake up at all?” Fingers running through his hair. Warmth.

“No. He passed out when we found him. NewKids searched his place, and found it was like he wasn't there at all those last few weeks. He seemed to work on his house, but stopped at some point.”

“...I see. Food. What did he eat?”

“I'm not sure. There wasn't much there to begin with. I did see some potatoes on the ground. But they looked rotten.” 

Fingers, tightening around his hair. Warmth, closer than before.

“Make some food. Nutrient, but easy to digest. Make Hvyrotation wash his clothes, and have NewKids fetch some fresh ones. Make one of them bring some of my own for now.”

Fingers, loosening around his hair. Warmth, close.

“Okay. Should we prepare a bath?”

“Not yet. Later. I'll call for you when he wakes up.”

“Right.”

“Wait.”

“...Yes?”

“...Thank you for finding him.”

“Of course.”

Click. Fingers running through his hair. Warmth, close.

Air, tickling his hair. Warmth. 

“Oh, Saps. What will I do with you?”

Good, good, good. Yes, yes. Saps.

Saps fell back asleep.

When he woke up again, it was to humming.

He knew that song. 

When he was still settled in Luminara, Fluixon used to hum it so that Saps could go to sleep easier. Even if the nightmares were gone, he still struggled with sleeping. So Fluixon hummed for him.

He loved that song.

Only Fluixon knew it.

That meant–

His eyes shot open. There. Right in front of him, or more like over him, was Fluixon. 

His heart.

His soul.

His home.

When he noticed Saps watching, he stopped humming. Saps just realized the man was running his fingers through his long hair. And his head was on Fluixon's lap.

He wanted to cry.

His heart was here.

“Fluixon?” He rasped.

Fluixon grimaced. “Okay, yeah, that's weird. Just Flux.”

Saps cried.

Flux– his Flux, his heart, his soul, his home, hishishis– looked alarmed, immediately leaning down and wiping Saps' tears off.

“Hey, hey. Don't cry. Please don't cry.”

That just made Saps cry harder.

(“Don't cry.

Not for me.”)

“Saps. Saps. Hey. Look at me.” Flux gripped Saps' cheeks, gently. “You're okay. It's okay. Don't cry.”

“Flux– Flux,” He repeated the name like a mantra. He missed calling him that. He missed Flux.

“I'm here. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.”

Despite any and all protests, Saps cried like a baby for more than ten minutes. Flux never gave up on trying to get him to stop. When Saps finally did, the other man looked incredibly relieved. 

“I'm sorry.” Saps blurted out immediately, wanting to reach up with his hands. But they didn't even move. He was so tired. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear. Please, believe me, I didn't mean it. I'm so, so sorry.”

Flux's expression turned pained. “Oh, god. Don't apologise. Please don't apologise. I forgive you, okay? Just stop apologising.”

Saps stopped, only to sniffle. He was about to cry again. 

“Don't cry,” Flux said, panicked. He leaned down, and quickly kissed Saps' forehead. “Don't.”

Saps didn't. Because he had a more important thing to worry about.

Flux just kissed him. Saps stared owlishly at Flux. He was dazed. Did that just happen? Did Flux just kiss his forehead? Was he dreaming? Please, please, it can't be a dream. 

Now that Saps wasn't crying, Flux wasn't panicking, and it was the aftermath of a kiss, the two just stared at each other. Both of them were flushed. Neither broke eye contact though.

This had to be real. Right?

“Please tell me you're real.”

“Of course I'm real,” Flux said with furrowed eyebrows.

“That's what not-real Flux would say.” Saps reasoned.

“Really? And what would real Flux say?” The other inquired, the corner of his lips tilted up.

“He'd say I'm an idiot and I'm stupid.”

“Huh. You're right. You're an idiot, and stupid. Very.” Saps eyes widened.

“Oh god. You're real.”

“I am real.”

“Real Flux kissed my forehead.”

“Real Flux kissed your forehead.”

“Oh god.”

And Saps passed out again.

“Don't do that. I know you're still awake.”

Saps opened his eyes with a sheepish grin. “It was worth a shot.”

Flux rolled his eyes, but it was immensely fond. “You're such an idiot.”

They stared at each other again. Saps frowned. “I really am sorry. I didn't mean that. I promise you. I don't know why I said that.”

Flux sighed, and shook his head. “I know you didn't. Stop apologising. And you're not the only one at fault. I was too accusatory. I made you feel trapped.”

“You didn't.”

“I did.”

“How would you know?”

“I saw it. In your eyes. But I just kept going. I shouldn't have.”

Saps went quiet. Did he feel trapped? He didn't think so. He just felt annoyed that Flux would bring up the execution, even though he had no idea it actually happened… Although, maybe he did feel like that. He just elected to ignore it.

Flux was very close back then. He looked familiar to how Saps saw him towards the end, right before—

Cold eyes, unwavering determination. Two different situations, but the same person.

Maybe he did feel trapped.

“Maybe you're right. But I was cruel.”

“No. You just said the truth.”

Saps' heart stopped. No.

No.

No way.

“No.” He said firmly, daring Flux to look away from him. “I did not. You have a right to be worried about me, you're my best friend. I knew you didn't like what I was doing, but I still did it. I was wrong.”

Flux sighed. Saps didn't back down.

“Fine. We're both at fault.” Flux conceded.

“Fine.” Saps agreed, reluctantly.

They looked at each other. Flux's thumb caressed Saps' cheek.

“Let's just put that one behind us, why don't we?.”

“Okay.” 

Saps was falling asleep for real with Flux being so gentle with him. Flux looked pleased. It seemed to be his goal. Damn him and his smirk.

He wanted to say something about that smirk, but didn't get to. Because he actually did fall asleep.

“You are not helping me bathe.”

“I won't look.”

“It’s still a no.”

“You're still weak. You barely had anything to eat.”

“You will be literally right outside of the door. I'll be fine.”

“What if you fall? What if you pass out? I won't be quick enough to catch you.”

“Flux.”

“Saps.”

“Flux.”

Flux grumbled unhappily. “Fine. But if you die, I'm killing you myself.”

Saps rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

Saps did not die. Flux was just being dramatic .

Saps was in fresh clothes (Flux's clothes, he thought giddly), he was bathed, and he was full. 

And now, Saps and Flux were sitting in front of each other. Not sure what to say.

Eventually, Saps began. “How was Luminara?”

Flux shrugged. “I don't know. I haven't left this room in two weeks.”

They stared at each other.

“You are the Vice President, Flux.”

“You implied I didn't mean anything to you.”

“You are the Vice President.”

“I can do whatever I want.”

Saps groaned. “You are unbelievable. No wonder Thomas and NewKids went searching for me.”

“Yeah. And they found you half-dead.”

“I wasn't half-dead. I ate.”

“A potato, a rotten one, every few days.”

Saps looked away. Flux sighed, “Look, at least they forced me to eat. You were almost dead when they found you.”

“Not true. I would've been fine.”

Flux raised an eyebrow. 

Saps knew this was a battle he would not win. He swallowed, and resolutely stared at the floor. He murmured.

“I thought I lost you.”

There was silence. Then, Flux reached out for Saps' hand. He intertwined their fingers.

“I thought so, too.”

“We are pathetic.” 

“I know. Snowbird and NewKids kept saying that to me.”

“What did you say?”

Flux snorted, “Nothing. I went mute for those two weeks.”

They looked at each other.

“So pathetic.”

“Incredibly pathetic."

In the end, they reconciled. It only took Saps almost dying, but that was neither here nor there. When the two of them finally checked in with Cass and Jophiel, they were blown up with messages. Mostly about how they were worried, to never do something like that again, and that they were happy they were okay now.

(Saps was a little surprised by how invested the two were. He only met with Cass a few times, and Jophiel once. 

But it was nice to have them, nevertheless.)

When Flux left his home alongside Saps the next day, who was now after several healthy meals and looking much better, they stumbled upon 3BelowZero, who expressed his happiness at seeing Flux again, as well as Saps and Flux together.

He also told Flux he had mountains of paperwork to catch up on.

Saps gave the man a look that said “I told you so” when he groaned. 

They went out onto the beach, away from the bridge and curious, prying eyes. They sat down on the sand, and held hands.

They stared at the horizon.

Saps wondered if Flux had a change of heart in those two weeks. But seeing him now, no trace of hatred on his expression, told Saps all he needed to know.

Besides. He spent those weeks depressed, just like Saps did. It's not like he really had the time to think about the other island.

At some point, Saps leaned his head on Flux's shoulder. Flux leaned his head on Saps'.

They didn't say anything. They just stayed close to one another, and watched the sunset. When the moon came up, Flux raised his head. He nudged Saps silently, who felt more than a little sleepy, and gently clutched his chin. 

They looked at each other, no words passing between them.

All that needed to be said was already said. Or soon to be said, anyways.

Flux was the one who leaned in, again.

Their lips nearly connected, and then—

“Hey, you're together again! Did you finally make up? I knew you could do it, guys!”

They froze. Their heads ever so slowly turned towards him. Ish noticed their position. He looked horrified. 

“Three times?” He whispered quietly. As though he feared for his life.

Good. He better be scared.

Because if he didn't get out of there in two seconds flat, Saps was going to pounce on him and beat the ever living shit out of him. 

Flux probably shared his thoughts, based on how tense he got. And how his eyes seemed to almost shine with anger.

Ish did not need to look twice. He disappeared as quick as he came.

Saps took a deep breath. Three times. Three times they could've kissed. 

No. 

They were kissing today. 

Fuck all this. 

Saps reached out, took Flux's chin in his fingers, turned his head towards him, and he could see the split second of surprise before their lips finally, finally met.

It was heaven. 

Although Saps linked their lips fast, their pace was slow. Languid. There was no rush, not anymore.

Saps melted into the kiss, and Flux did so right back. Flux's lips were soft, so soft. They tasted just like Saps thought they would. It was just Flux, Flux, Flux. 

It was just them, and the sound of the waves.

Eventually, the kiss ended. They leaned their foreheads against each other's, and just looked into each other's eyes. It was at that moment. This moment. The moment Saps was waiting for in both of his lives.

“I love you, Flux.” Saps breathed out like a prayer.

Flux's eyes crinkled as he smiled. “I love you too, Saps.”

Finally. Finally.

He couldn't help it. Tears filled his eyes. He leaned forward and hid his face in Flux's neck. His heart embraced him immediately, and whispered assurances. 

He just needed to let it out. 

They didn't work out the first time. Too little, too late.

They almost didn't work out in this life, too. 

But they did. 

Flux was finally his.

This was the best moment in both of his lives.

“Saps,” Flux said quietly, running a hand up and down his back. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” Saps said thickly. “I'm just so happy. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Saps.” And he hugged Saps tighter.

It was fine. Flux didn't need to know that wasn't exactly what Saps meant. What mattered was that they loved each other, and that was all. If Saps had it his way, Flux would never know about the previous life. No one would ever know.

That was a secret Saps was prepared to take to his grave.

Things went back to normal after that.

Saps stayed at Luminara for a couple more days, before leaving to work on his home. (It was home again. He had his home, so he could finish this one too.)

Flux almost left with him. He stayed only because Saps told him he wouldn't kiss him for a month if he did. He didn't even budge when told he had paperwork. Saps had to resort to drastic measures.

He could still remember the look of absolute betrayal and horror on Flux's face. Every time he remembered it, it made him laugh his ass off.

He went back to his vacation home. Flux didn't visit for a whole two days. A win was a win.

And most importantly. 

There were no assassination attempts. 

Apparently, Seraphim was fine with the compromise that happened at the meeting. Jophiel was alive and thriving. All the other leaders as well.

Saps succeeded in stopping Flux by literally becoming something he had to use his all to protect. 

Saps wasn't smug, but come on. That's skill.

It seemed the only thing he had to worry about now was Island One and its conflicts. 

And Flux dropping by randomly.

Seriously, he did that way too often. Saps began to wonder if maybe 3BelowZero won't hire an assassin to take him out. Except whenever he visited Lumiara and walked hand in hand with Flux, the man smiled, so maybe no assassination attempts will be had.

There was also the issue of Saps becoming a more influential figure. Leaders kept asking him for his opinion, especially with the aid plan. He showed each message to Flux, because they were now transparent with each other about everything and Saps promised he'd do this safe.

Saps went to meetings sometimes, in various nations. He was like an advisor, except he didn't work for a single nation but all. Flux wasn't too happy, but didn't go as far as to lock him up in Saps’ home, so that was a plus.

Then, they went back to Luminara one day. And met up with 3BelowZero.

“I've been thinking, Fluixon.” He started, looking up from his paperwork. “You've been in Luminara less and less. I'm not accusing you of anything, of course. I was just thinking… Maybe this isn't the right place for you.”

Flux bristled. Saps felt his stomach drop. Was he–

“Are you firing me?” Flux's voice was cold.

“Let me finish.” The man scolded. Flux didn't reply, his jaw clenched. “This isn't the right place for you. Obviously, the right one is by your partner's side.”

The two of them froze, all of the fight draining out of Flux in a moment. At the same time, they said, “What?”

“Saparata is becoming more and more sought after. Wouldn't it be nice if he had someone to watch his back?”

Flux gaped. Saps wasn't doing much better. 3BelowZero was smiling serenely. 

“I think you'd make for a wonderful guard, Fluixon.”

They looked at each other. Then at 3BelowZero. Saps tried to argue, because what was this timeline, how was Flux possibly leaving Luminara again?

“But you need a Vice President.”

“Elections are held for a reason.”

Flux interjected, “You want me to leave Luminara behind?” This time, it wasn't accusatory. More like Flux was getting all the facts together. Which made Saps whip his head around to stare at the man incredulously.

“Of course not. Luminara will always be your home. But you aren't happy with your current position. And being able to protect your beloved sounds enticing, doesn't it?”

Flux was gone. There was no way Saps was recovering this. “Hm. Would this be a position granted to me by you, or an independent one?”

“Independent. Saparata does not have ties to any of the nations, besides having you as his partner. It's not my place to pick and choose his closest allies. Right now, I'm raising the possibility of this decision.” 

“I'll think about it.”

Fuck. That, in Flux-speak, meant a wholehearted yes. 

“Flux, you can't be serious. You've been Vice President almost as long as we have known each other. You've wanted this position since the start."

Flux looked back at him. “Can't desires change? What I want most now is to protect you from harm.”

God. Does he know he's romantic as fuck, or is he oblivious to it?

“I can take care of myself,” He tried in a last ditch effort. He really could. He was the better one at combat between the two of them, even if by a smidge.

“But you don't have to. That's why I'm here.”

Fuck. Saps was gone, too.

Damn him and the fact he cannot resist that man at all.

Saps sighed. “Fine. If that's what you want.”

Flux smiled. “It is.”

Saps could not help but smile right back.

“Marriage?” Saps raised his eyebrows, tilting his head. “To who?”

Jophiel hummed, stirring her tea. “It's just an idea. If I were to marry one of the leaders of Island One, it would be easier to secure peace between the islands.”

“Isn't that a little old fashioned? You should get to marry someone you actually love.”

She smiled. “Who's to say I won't fall in love with that person? And anyway, it's just an idea. I wanted to run it by you.”

Saps sighed, taking a sip of his tea. “Well, it's probably not the worst. But only if they are friendly towards us. It is dangerous otherwise.” Saps knew they would be, but it was still good to be cautious. Who could she marry, anyway? Cynikka? It would be sort of opposites attract, he guessed. Maybe Turntapp? No, he wouldn't get that involved with someone from Island Two. Benji? He didn't seem like a guy to marry, honestly. Schpood?

Ha. As if. The man was his friend, but come on. Jophiel was way too good for him.

“Thank you for your insight, then. It is much appreciated.”

Flux tapped on his shoulder from behind Saps’ chair. Jophiel had invited him to sit next to Saps at the beginning of the meeting since she didn't believe he had to be so formal around her, but Flux refused, and stayed professional. “We have a meeting at the Cass Coalition in an hour.”

“Ah, I won't hold you here much longer. Go, go. Have a break and have some fun before the next meeting. I know you must be dying for it.”

Both Saps and Flux flushed. “We wouldn't–” 

Jophiel looked delighted. “Oh? I meant fun as in having a sparring session, or playing a game. What did you think I meant?”

…Saps took it all back. She was perfect for Schpood.

Saps couldn't believe it. He was dragged into more politics this time than the time he was unjustly framed. Saps had to stand between so many Commonwealth shouting matches he felt like he was going deaf. When he complained about it to Flux (without mentioning the framed bit), the bastard just said that's what he deserved for showing off his competence. 

If Saps didn't love him so much, he'd shove him and his smug grin right into the mud. 

Actually, he did do that. Flux was not happy. His face was covered in dirt. So was his coat. He genuinely looked to be on the verge of tears when he saw his coat turn so dirty.

Saps immediately felt bad. Flux talked about some kind of last memory under his breath as he futilely tried to wash the stains off, and Saps wanted to jump off a tower and die. (Again.)

When Flux went to sleep that night, dejected and miserable, Saps spent the entirety of it carefully scrubbing the coat clean of any dirt and stain. He would've sewed up some holes, as well, but he already made a mess. What if the holes had some special meaning behind them too?

He realised that was a little ridiculous, but there was no way he would destroy that coat even more.

In the morning, Flux found Saps asleep on the outside of their home (Saps' vacation home quickly turned into their home after the man started to spend most of his time around Saps) with a freshly cleaned coat and massive eye bags.

Upon Saps waking up, he was met with a hug so tight he could barely breathe, as well as a scolding for staying up so late. But since that day, whenever the coat needed to be cleaned (or there were holes to sew up, no, they were not sentimental, as Saps had found out), Flux came to Saps with it. It felt amazing to be trusted with such an important item.

(Saps couldn't help but wonder.

What was Flux's reaction when he saw the burned coat after he rose from the lava?

Did he feel anything? Did he scream? Did he cry? 

Saps wished he could ask, but the only person who could answer that question was dead.)

Soon, the barrier would drop. Soon, Saps would have to go to Island One and find a way to mediate between the two islands. Soon, they'd all find out kindness was worth it.

But now, Saps was in their home. In their room. With his partner hugging him close. 

A cough. “I hate being sick.” Flux complained. He tried to protest against being in the same bed, room and home as Saps, but the man would hear nothing of it. 

“I know,” He carded his fingers through Flux's raven locks. 

“Why can't you just feed me a ton of gapples and be done with it?” Flux complained.

Saps rolled his eyes and kissed Flux's forehead affectionately. “It doesn't work that way. You know that.”

Flux groaned. “Can't you at least try?”

“You're a brat when you're sick. Did you know that?”

“And you're mean. How can you say that to a sick person?” Flux rasped, offended.

“I have to keep you on your toes.”

“You just like bullying me.”

“Yes, that's mostly why.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too.”

When Saps said he was going to the Cass Coalition, Flux naturally followed only to pause in his tracks.

“There's no meeting there today.”

“I know. Cass invited me over for tea.”

Saps kept walking. 

“Tea.”

“Exactly.”

Flux stepped in front of him, arms crossed.

“You can't go.”

Saps raised an eyebrow. “Because?”

“You just can't.”

“Come on, you can't just say that. You need a reason for that.”

“Cass will be there.”

Saps blinked. “...Obviously. It is her nation.”

Flux's jaw locked.

“You are–” He let out a frustrated sigh. He uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to Saps, staring right into Saps’ eyes. “I don't want you to go.”

“Because?”

“Cass will be there.”

“We have already established that, Flux.”

Flux's eye twitched.

“I don't want you to meet with Cass.”

“Why?”

“She's– I–” He huffed and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Come on, Flux. Use your big boy words. You can do it.” 

“Jealous.”

Saps blinked. “What?”

“I. Am. Jealous.”

Slowly, a delighted grin spread across Saps' face. Flux immediately looked regretful.

“Oh, Flux, you should've said so sooner!”

Flux turned around, speed walking down the hall. Saps laughed and chased after him. 

“Hey! Don't run from me!”

He managed to catch up, and push Flux against a wall. The man's cheeks were flushed, and he was avoiding eye contact.

“It's not bad that you're jealous. I'm flattered.”

Flux raised his eyes only to glare.

Saps laughed. He decided to spare his boyfriend.

“You don't have to worry about Cass, Flux.”

Flux narrowed his eyes. “How do you know that?”

“Because Cass doesn't swing that way.”

Flux froze. His face became even redder. He looked away, mortified. “Oh.”

Saps chuckled, and took Flux's cheeks into his palms, getting those eyes to focus on him again. “I can't believe you didn't notice.”

Flux huffed. “It wasn't obvious.”

“For me it was. Have you ever seen her eye a man? Now think about women. You can't tell me you haven't noticed her outright gawking at pretty girls.”

“Stop talking about this.” Flux pleaded.

Saps sighed. He was such a great partner. “Fine. Can I go hang out with her now?”

“No.”

“Flux.”

“You promised we'd be finishing sketching the extension to the house.”

Damn. He did promise. 

“You're a sneaky bastard.”

“Thank you.” Flux said with a pleased expression.

And for the rest of the day, they were thinking of  how big the extension should be. Saps didn't need to hold any meetings inside of it so far, and he honestly hoped he wouldn't have to, but it would be nice to have some more room for guests. 

He remembered how lonely he was in his first life, and he didn't wish to repeat it.

Saps also sneakily sent a message to Cass when Flux wasn't looking.

Saparata: Mission accomplished.

Chapter Text

The deadline for the barrier dropping finally came. It happened on a calm evening. Saps didn't have any meetings that day, and his home was finally finished. He and Flux were on the beach, watching the waves. 

Then the message came.

For a while, neither of them said anything. They watched as people blew up the communicators with questions and later devolved into arguments between each other.

Saps waited for Flux's reaction. He rarely ever talked about Island One these days. He was much too preoccupied with keeping himself busy as Saps' bodyguard. Saps thought he had perhaps finally made peace, but he wasn't willing to bet on it. If he had to, he'd continue the tiresome work of easing Flux's paranoia. Anything to make sure he wouldn't become hostile and hateful, like in his first life.

Flux sighed. 

“You're going over there, aren't you.”

Saps furrowed his eyebrows, not quite getting what Flux meant.

“What?”

Flux gave him a flat stare.

“The day the barrier drops. You're going over there to make peace talks. And secure an alliance between the islands.”

…

Was he really that predictable?

Flux sighed again. “Of course you are.”

“I didn't even say anything.”

“I can read you like a book.”

Saps narrowed his eyes. “No you can't.”

“I can. I've been doing it since we met.” Flux said matter-of-factly.

If he could, he would've figured out Saps already lived through this once. But he didn't. So suck it, Flux.

“I know you just thought of some ridiculous scenario that I couldn't have predicted if I tried.”

Saps deflated. “Am I really that predictable?”

Flux chuckled quietly, “No. I just had a lot of practice.”

Sometimes, Saps forgot this Flux had much more time to learn Saps' tells. Back then they were close, but it all fell apart when Flux framed him. Now, Saps may have known a lot about Flux at the beginning of their friendship, but the other man quickly caught up. 

Saps already found himself learning things from this Flux that he didn't know before. Maybe it wasn't such a stretch to say Flux could read him. After all, Saps could as well. 

It's not like a sane person would ever consider that his partner was literally living his life a second time. There's no world in which Flux guesses that, at least not without hints. And Saps refused to let any hint slip.

“Why do you say that, anyway?” Saps went back to Flux's statement. 

Flux looked away, towards the sea.

“I have to know if you are. Because if so, I'm not letting you go there alone.”

Saps smiled, “You're worried.”

“Of course I am. We don't know anything about those people. I'm not letting you go there alone and blind. You're good, but one wrong word and you get swords pointed at your throat.”

Flux probably had a point. Just because he knew the leaders didn't mean they knew him. And to be honest, his first meeting with each of them was when he was considered a fugitive. A wildly different situation to the current one.

This time, he would be going as a mediator. A peacemaker. He wasn't with any nation but he was still from Island Two. Saps would have his work cut out from him during the negotiations. Honestly, this time his best bet might be staying silent and actually being the mediator like he was supposed to be.

Having Flux by his side would definitely make him feel safer. He could absolutely fight off most people, or escape any troublesome situation, but Flux was right back then, when they were sailing to Luminara. 

He didn't need to.

“Okay.”

Flux turned to him, surprised. “Okay?”

Saps snorted. He leaned his head on Flux's shoulder. “I don't have anything against that. I'd feel safer with you on my side, anyway.”

At first Flux was silent, but then he let out a quiet sigh and tugged Saps closer. He wrapped an arm around Saps. “Thank you.”

“Just don't provoke anyone. Only step in front of me when I ask you to.”

Flux looked ready to argue, but ultimately, he didn't. “Okay.”

Saps smiled wider. He liked this. Flux wasn't letting him go alone, but agreed on having Saps decide on when to step in. Saps liked being in charge of his decisions, and Flux knew that well by now.

This was a good compromise.

The next day, he received a message from Queen Jophiel. She invited him to go with her and her delegation a day after the barrier drops for negotiations with Emperor Schpood, as their mediator.

When he got the message, he stared at it for a long time. He didn't expect such an invitation, nor the person who the negotiations were going to take place with. He agreed, of course. It was a good opportunity. He supposed going with a leader might make for a better first impression. Flux also seemed to approve more of the idea.

After he thought about it, he supposed that it made sense. Westhelm was the biggest nation of Island One, after all. It would be beneficial to secure an alliance with them. And later, if the alliance worked out, Schpood might be willing to help out with sending good words about both Jophiel and Saps to the other leaders.

Maybe if Saps met with Cynikka soon enough, he'd manage to convince her somehow to give access to the volcano before Infernus became weirdly cult-like and isolated. 

Luminara and Elysium might very well form an alliance on the day the barrier drops, since 3BelowZero was still the president, so he didn't have to worry about those.

The Covenant and Nevermore were wildcards, but if he formed a good relationship with other Island One leaders maybe the two nations would be more receptive to him? He honestly had no idea.

Saps spent the days leading up to the barrier dropping with planning. It honestly sort of resembled how he was when he and Flux didn't speak for two weeks, but this time, Flux was there to feed him and make him go outside. He also made sure he went to bed at a reasonable time. 

Mostly by guilt tripping him. 

“You know I can't sleep without you, Saps.”

He totally could.

“It's so cold today. Won't you hold me?”

They lived in a jungle.

“I had a nightmare yesterday, what if I have one today too?”

He never had one. He slept like a baby.

“Come on, don't you love me?”

That one was the worst. And he had to go to sleep after that to not give the wrong message. Bastard.

Saps hated Flux for making him function like a normal human being. (That was a lie. He was incredibly grateful. And he knew Cass from his previous life would be, too.)

And then, it was the day. 

Saps and Flux were both in Luminara. Flux refused to be anywhere else. Both because he was still worried about Island One attacking, just not advertising it, and likely concerned for Saps who similarly wouldn't be anywhere else.

The aid crew along with guards already left. There were troops from all nations in Luminara and Aperion. All the nations were prepared to strike if it came down to it. 

One of the people who went with aid was Gotoga. Flux kept glaring at his communicator, and if his eyes had lasers in them, the thing would be ash. It was obvious he was worried. Saps didn't even have to see his white knuckled grip on the device to know that.

He reached out his hand and grasped Flux's free one. He squeezed once. 

“It'll be okay. I promise.”

Flux didn't respond, beyond squeezing back. 

He was way out of his comfort zone. Saps knew this. Someone he cared for, loved, was out there. A place Flux believed did not have good intentions towards his home. 

And yet, he still let Gotoga leave. The man himself was the one who volunteered to be a guard. It could've been a suicide mission. Flux didn't argue, though he kept a close eye on Gotoga since then. Right until the man disappeared from their field of view.

Saps hoped with all of his being that he hadn't just doomed dozens of people.

They could just barely see the barrier from the beach. And they saw when it dropped. 

Flux's hand almost crushed Saps' own.

For several long minutes, no word came from the aid crew. Saps could see Flux close himself off more and more. His mouth twisted into a sharp line, and his eyes kept darkening the longer no news arrived.

And then the message came. Flux fumbled with his communicator so much it almost slipped out of his hand. Only Saps' reflexes saved the device from ending up on the ground. From his position, he could clearly see the message. 

Gotoga: Safe.

Like he was a puppet whose strings have been cut, Flux deflated and stumbled with a sharp breath. His expression when he looked at Saps was bewildered and disbelieving.

Saps grinned, squeezing his hand again, comfortingly. “See? I told you it'd be fine.”

Flux shook his head slowly, but Saps knew he had to be seriously reconsidering his views.

After some time, several boats came back. But they weren't alone, nor was everyone who left back on shore.

A person stepped out onto the sand, followed by a stranger. The first one nudged the other to check out the water. At first, the stranger refused. But when the first one jumped into the water, he followed. A delighted laugh, and “The water's not hot!”

All of the Island One citizens who came with the aid crew jumped into the water. In no time, they were laughing and playing with those of Island Two. 

The amount of fondness Saps felt was immeasurable. It only rose when he noticed Flux's dazed, but slowly softening expression. 

When Gotoga appeared, he was beside someone from Island One. Upon seeing Saps and Flux, he asked his friend to wait, and approached the two. He had an easy smile on his face. 

“It all went smoothly. We met some people who were waiting for the barrier to be dropped. When it did, some of them went with a couple people from the aid crew to guide them into their nations. Others came with us.”

Flux finally woke up from his daze. “Were they– Were any of them hostile?”

Gotoga laughed. “Nope. At most they said they couldn't wait to snatch some livestock from us.”

Flux's expression went through several complicated emotions. But in the end, it settled on exasperated. “They're already planning to steal from us?”

“Hey. From what I could tell, I'm pretty sure some people already went to Island One to snag some terracotta.”

Flux sighed. Saps laughed. Gotoga went back to his friend, and appeared to offer her a tour of Luminara.

“...Maybe you were right.”

“Hm?” Saps turned to Flux, his interest piqued.

“I think I'd be jealous if there was a richer island, too.” Flux said, watching the Island One citizens admire Luminara’s architecture. “But I probably wouldn't start a war over it.”

Saps' smile softened. “Yeah. I think so, too.”

The rest of the day was uneventful. People from Island Two met those of Island One, made friends, shared their traditions and stories. 

Jophiel messaged him saying that her messenger came back to Tricolour with Schpood’s agreement to the negotiations. 

The aid seemed to work in Island Two's favour, as this time, the only thing that was taken was livestock, and even then, Island One citizens asked for permission. They received the news of a potential trade route between the islands positively, eagerly even.

By the end of the day the atmosphere in Luminara, and likely other nations, couldn't be better. Like Saps had thought, the moment 3BelowZero heard of a nation of peace, he went out to form an alliance. When he came back late into the night, he informed the Luminarans of his success, as well as Elysium's desire to connect with their bridge.

The state of things very nearly made Saps tear up. It was a far cry from how it was back then. No leader had been killed yet, and he wasn't hated by everyone in the world. 

He wished with all his heart that there wouldn't be a war such as the Battle of Infernus this time. 

After a long day of socialising, Saps and Flux went to Flux's house in Luminara. The latter made dinner, and soon after the two laid in bed, exhausted from the day's events.

Saps could've passed out right there and then, but one look at his partner's expression told him to put it off for a couple more minutes.

“Hey,” He said quietly, reaching out to push Flux's bangs away from his eyes. “What are you thinking?”

Flux looked deep in thought. Normally Saps would've left the man to ponder on his own, but today wasn't a very normal day.

Flux sighed, and turned his gaze to Saps. It was oddly vulnerable. “I really thought they would attack us by now.”

Well. Saps had hoped he erased the man's worries, and maybe he did lessen the intensity of it, but this was still Flux. The man who assassinated several leaders because he was concerned for his island. This time his concern was simply less visible (and audible), it seemed like. 

“It was a reasonable fear.” Saps replied, caressing Flux's cheek with his thumb.

Flux's jaw locked. “But what if I acted on it, and it turned out Island One was peaceful towards us?”

Saps' rhythm faltered for a moment. Had Flux considered taking matters into his own hands after all?

Saps supposed that made sense. What mattered was that he didn't act on those thoughts.

“You didn't.”

“But I could've,” Flux let out a frustrated noise. “You've been telling me I was wrong for so long, but I still felt like you were all foolish for believing your plan would work.”

Saps' eyebrows furrowed. Did he actually disagree with the outcome of the meeting, but his worry for Saps overshadowed it?

“Why didn't you say anything, then?”

“I wanted to trust you.” Flux admitted, looking away. “You've been saying most of my thoughts out loud anyway. I saw you were working on finding a solution that worked for everyone. You made sure Luminara was protected. I didn't agree with you putting yourself out there like that, but I understood what you were trying to do.”

Saps was speechless for a moment. 

“You trusted me to keep Luminara safe?”

“Of course. You're the only person I'd trust with keeping my nation safe.” Flux looked back with a serious expression.

Damn, was someone cutting onions in here?

“So even though you didn't fully agree with the plan, you went along with it because I was the one who proposed it?”

“Yes.” Flux immediately replied, like there was no other answer he could possibly give.

Saps had to look away now before he started weeping at Flux's earnest expression. It was just so sweet. Flux, his beautiful, paranoid Flux, went along with something he thought was a bad plan because Saps suggested it.

That was some character development alright.

Back to Flux's first question. 

“I wouldn't have let you act on it.”

Flux raised a dubious eyebrow, “You think you would have known what my plan was?”

Saps had to hold back a grin. “I have a few ideas.”

“And those are?” Flux narrowed his eyes at him.

Saps tilted his head in thought. “Hm. Would one of those be attempting to unite every nation to form a bigger one? Or, if that didn't work, strike first?”

Flux's eyes widened. Then he huffed, “Anyone could've guessed that.”

No, they would not, Flux.

“Alright. How about switching leaders around?” He wouldn't say kill them by dripstone because that would be highly suspicious, but that one was general enough that it was safe to say.

“...”

Saps grinned. “I know you better than you think.”

Flux grumbled something unintelligible. Then he took a deep breath, “I don't think I'd have given you a chance to stop me.”

Saps grew silent. 

Well. It hurt a little to know that despite all his efforts, his partner would've still framed him, or done something similar to that, if he didn't agree with what Saps believed.

“You should have more faith in me, Flux.” Saps said quietly. 

Even so. 

Even if Flux still framed Saps, he had all the facts now. He knew where to find the evidence. 

If he had to, he would've used his previous knowledge against Flux.

Maybe that scenario wouldn't result in Saps' happy ending. But he would've at least brought the ones responsible to justice. Even if that was the person he loved most in this world.

But anyway, it didn't happen, so Saps shouldn't dwell on that much longer. 

“Let's just go to sleep, yeah? I think we're due for some rest.”

Flux hummed, and cuddled closer to Saps. 

“Good night, Saps.”

“Good night, Flux.”

Despite the grim turn of conversation that occurred at the end there, Saps still slept peacefully, with his heart by his side.

Westhelm never got old.

Saps looked around just like most Island Two players did, although his expression wasn't one of awe, but fondness. Saps and Schpood weren't particularly close, but he considered the Emperor a good friend. Although Saps didn't visit Westhelm often after the war, every time he did, he couldn't help but take a few minutes to simply admire the architecture. 

They were guided by knights sent by Schpood to his palace. Citizens from Westhelm watched the delegation with curiosity. Saps could feel Flux inching ever so slightly towards him, as they walked side by side. While they walked to the palace, they agreed that Seraphim would be in front, Jophiel behind her and Saps with Flux bringing up the rear. There were some more guards from Tricolour, but the number was small. 

Saps took Flux's hand in his and squeezed once to reassure him. Once Flux squeezed back, they let go of each other. 

When they finally arrived, they were met at the gates by Schpood, with his second in command, 5pyder.

Upon seeing them, Schpood gave a nod to the one guiding them. Once Schpood stepped forward Seraphim moved to stand next to Jophiel. At the same time, Schpood saluted and Jophiel curtsied. 

“Queen Jophiel,”

“Emperor Schpood,”

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” They both said at the same time. 

There was a moment in which Saps could've sworn Schpood would've gaped if not for his experience in keeping his expression neutral, about the time when he looked Jophiel in the eyes. Saps might've been seeing things though, because that gaze turned to him in the next moment. Saps stepped forward to stand next to Jophiel, and saluted Schpood in the very same way the Emperor did. (He was not a fan of bows. He shared that with Saps once over dinner. He was very adamant about it, for some reason.)

If he noticed or appreciated it, Schpood did not let it slip.

“And you must be Saparata. The Queen has said many great things about you in her letter.”

Did she, now? When Saps glanced at Jophiel, she just smiled. 

Saps suddenly felt a little bit more pressure with his role.

“I am merely a mediator, Your Majesty.”

“Nonsense,” Jophiel interrupted. “Saparata has acted as Island One's mediator and advisor for many months. He is good at seeing things from differing perspectives. He has a brilliant mind, as well. His advice is greatly appreciated by every leader. Each of us keeps trying to get him to join any of our nations, but he is resolute in his decision to stay independent.”

Schpood hummed with interest. “You are not affiliated with any of the nations?”

Saps shook his head, slightly embarrassed by Jophiel's praise. “No. My only connection is my personal guard, who is from Luminara, but his position is also independent of his nation.”

“I see. In that case, I am curious to see how true Queen Jophiel's praise is.”

With that, he waved a hand towards the palace. “Let us begin, then.”

They followed Schpood and his second in command, with Jophiel and Saps now standing next to each other. Flux stood behind Saps, and Seraphim behind Jophiel. 

Once they were in front of a conference room, some of Jophiel's guards stayed outside while a few walked inside. Schpood's knights did the same thing. 

Finally, Schpood took them to a circular table. He sat at the head, while Jophiel and Saps took places on both of his sides. Guards and knights lined the walls, 5pyder stood behind Schpood's chair, Seraphim behind Jophiel's while Flux behind Saps'. 

And then the meeting began. 

For the most part, it was mostly formalities between Tricolour and Westhelm. Some trade routes were mentioned between Island One and Island Two, but the leaders both agreed that a bigger meeting should be held to discuss those. 

Saps stayed quiet for the most part. There wasn't even much to mediate, honestly. Jophiel was as calm as ever, and even Schpood seemed less chaotic today. To say a guy who hated meetings behaved normally during one was surprising. But Saps bet it was because of Jophiel. Who could get angry at her?

At some point, Saps was ashamed to admit, he zoned out. He usually participated more during meetings he attended, and it was a long time since he just stayed quiet. It was all just very boring.

A word pulled him out of that state.

“I have been thinking of a potential alliance between Tricolour and Westhelm through marriage,” Jophiel calmly stated.

What.

Schpood looked equally surprised. “Marriage?”

Jophiel smiled, “Yes. If you'd be willing to tie our nations that way.”

“I suppose I am not opposed to it.”

“Perfect. That is the primary reason why I have invited Saparata to attend this meeting.”

What.

“Ah, I was wondering. It seemed strange to bring a mediator to a meeting about an alliance. I understand your choice now, Your Majesty.” Schpood nodded, oddly at ease with this arrangement. 

Oh dear Ish, everything made sense now.

Jophiel was talking about marriage back then, she brought him to a meeting about an alliance that really didn't have anything to do with him, and all that so that he would be—

“So, Saparata, could you do us the honour of discussing fair terms in our marriage?”

Did Saps just become their marriage counselor?

Saps couldn't help but gape.

Jophiel looked far too amused with his expression. Schpood looked entertained, as well. Fuck. They really were perfect for each other.

Why did he become a public figure again?

And so it began.

Hours upon hours of writing up a fair contract. Such as where the marriage would happen, how it would look like, where the wedding would take place, how the wealth would be split between the two nations, how the army would be distributed, and many other things Saps wished to block out of his memory.

He never wanted to think about their wedding night and consummation and producing heirs.

At some point Schpood and Jophiel told their knights and guards to just sit down because standing for so long really wasn't good for their health. Every time something embarrassing about Jophiel and Schpood’s future love life would come up, Saps looked to Flux for moral support. To his relief, his partner was just as disturbed by the conversation as Saps. They had to hold hands under the table when Jophiel brought up the wedding night.

And then, finally, at long last, it was over. Jophiel and Schpood both looked pleased with the contract, as Saps managed to fit all the traditions and customs the two nations found most important into just over twenty pages. Schpood had promised to recommend Saps to anyone who had to have their marriage planned. Saps swore he said that just to watch the despair on Saps' face.

They had spent quite literally the entire day in Westhelm, so Schpood gave them guestrooms to use for the night. 

(When he tried to give Saps and Flux separate ones, something both of them knew was coming and were prepared for, Jophiel interjected. 

“Ah, there's no need to give them two. They'll make use of one very productively.” She said, with the most innocent smile.

Saps wanted to crawl into a ditch and die. Flux definitely felt the same. Seraphim was giggling, the traitor.

Meanwhile, Schpood looked confused for a moment, then realization dawned on him, and he grinned. 

“In that case, I have a room on the highest floor, far from anyone else. You are free to do whatever you please in there. The walls are thick, so feel free to not hold back.”

Goddamnit, they were so perfect for each other. Saps genuinely believed the world was not going to be the same after they got married.)

In the end, Saps and Flux were guided into the room Schpood talked about, with flaming faces. Then they slammed the door shut after themselves and didn't say anything for more than ten minutes.

“Can I still overthrow the government?” Flux questioned.

“I honestly wouldn't stop you after that.”

They stared at each other and burst into laughter.

Later, when they had prepared for the night and cuddled close, Flux spoke up. 

“You did well back there. I think he liked you.”

“I'm not sure if that's a good thing.” Saps muttered miserably.

Flux chuckled, “It probably isn't. If I had to guess, your next job will be a wedding planner.”

Saps groaned. “God, don't jinx me.”

“I'm just saying how it is.”

“Then stop speaking.”

“No.”

“You're such a brat.”

“You love me.”

Saps sighed. “Yeah. I do.”

Silence again. In the distance, they could just barely hear the voices of citizens living their best life outside.

“What do you think about getting married?”

Saps' eyes widened. He looked at Flux, who wasn't meeting his eyes. His cheeks were red, but he didn't take back the question. Saps took a moment to consider, and then spoke carefully.

“I think it'd be nice to get married to someone, one day.”

“After you get more experience in planning weddings?”

He snorted, “You're ridiculous.”

Flux placed his head on Saps' chest. “I think it'd be nice, too.”

Saps didn't quite know how that entire conversation happened, but he wasn't complaining. He felt a little giddy. Already, he could imagine all the different ways his wedding could look like. Most important of all, how only one person ever stood with him on the altar.

Maybe getting some experience in planning weddings wasn't such a bad idea after all…

The following day Saps and Flux bid farewell to Jophiel and her guards, as well as Schpood. The man had warned the two of the internal affairs of Island One; he advised against visiting Infernus as they were currently in conflict with most of the other nations. He had offered them protection from his Knights, but after some deliberation Saps refused. He and Flux were strong enough on their own, so long as there was no big group ambushing them. (Even then, Saps was fairly certain Flux would have some tricks up his sleeve to get them out. He always did.)

Schpood wasn't offended, thankfully. Unfortunately, he seemed to be amused, which wasn't all that better. At least he didn't make any suggestions this time.

Once Saps and Flux were finally out of Westhelm, after answering some curious citizen's questions, the two made their way to Elysium. As they were already allied with Luminara, it made the most sense to go there next and get to “know” Benji.

Throughout the long trek, Flux stayed strangely silent. He was alert of his surroundings, of course, and helped Saps brave some root or rock or whatnot, but it was obvious he was lost in thought. Saps didn't interrupt him for a while, since the silence didn't really bother him. But eventually he grew curious. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Saps asked, clasping Flux's hand in his own.

Flux looked towards him and blinked, seemingly thrown off. “Oh. It's nothing. I just feel like…” He frowned, and started to play with Saps' fingers absentmindedly. “I feel like I know who the Queen of Infernus is, but I'm not sure from where.”

Saps tilted his head, confused. “Cynikka?”

“Yes. I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before. Or maybe I knew someone by that name?”

Well, that was news to Saps. Flux knew Cynikka before they allied with each other in the final battle?

“Could you have heard her name from some citizens these last two days?”

Flux took a few seconds to consider that, “Maybe. But I don't think that's it. It's as if I have the answer at the back of my head, but I cannot recall what it actually is.”

Saps wasn't sure how to help Flux with his conundrum. It wasn't often Saps didn't know something about the happenings during these days, so it made him a little worried. It meant that Flux from his first life also knew Cynikka, but perhaps only came to know why when he met her. And, well, Saps didn't exactly get a chance to talk about it with him. With the duel and everything else.

“Maybe you can ask around when we get to Elysium? They might know more since they're from Island One, and they'll probably be fine with talking to you since you're their ally.”

Flux sighed, and nodded his head. “That's probably a good idea. I won't remember why I know the name just by thinking about it, anyway.”

After that, the two continued their journey to Elysium. Before long, they arrived and upon introducing themselves, they were taken to Benji. 

Who was in the middle of a… Mental breakdown? He was sitting in a corner of the room he was in, looking quite miserable. Saps squinted.

Wasn’t Benji one of the people who hired The Covenant to kill Lingulini? He later killed himself because of guilt, but he didn’t seem to be there yet. Thankfully, The Covenant wasn’t looking for Lingulini yet. The kill took place four days after the barrier fell. Saps didn’t manage to arrive before Cynikka and Benji put the hit out on him, it looked like, but maybe he could convince them to call the thing off. He had today, and tomorrow for that. Then it was the day of Lingulini’s murder, and there was no universe in which Saps would win against several members of The Covenant, even if he was fighting with Flux. 

Now, the question was…

How the fuck was he supposed to convince Benji, and especially Cynikka?

What did he throw himself into...?

Benji looked up when Saps and Flux arrived, and the three stared at each other awkwardly. Flux seemed very weirded out. Saps couldn’t blame the guy. He didn’t even have the context that Saps did, and the image was weird even with it. Benji cleared his throat and stood up. 

“Welcome. You must be Saparata and Fluixon, yes? 3BelowZero mentioned that the two of you might show up.”

“Yes,” Saps nodded and stepped closer. “It is good to meet you, Benji.”

Flux nodded to the man. Benji nodded back, and then gestured towards the table. “Let’s sit. What did you need from me, Saparata?”

Saps took a seat after Benji sat down, while Flux kept standing behind him. “I was wondering if you could tell me some information about the leaders of Island One. We have already met Emperor Schpood and became potential allies, but as a mediator I wish to understand each nation, not only on my home island, to be able to help out more efficiently. It is my hope that I could become a neutral mediator between the islands in peace talks.”

At his words, Benji looked surprised but pleased. Saps thought that would be the case. Elysium wished to resolve everything peacefully, so Saps would be a good ally to have.

“That is very admirable. Many of us in Elysium share your views,” Benji replied with a smile. “I will try to help however I can. What would you like to know?”

“How are the things between the Island One leaders? Are any of them in conflict at the current moment? We have been advised to stay away from Infernus for now. Could you tell us why that is?”

Benji’s expression turned pained at that, and Saps felt sorry for him but he needed to keep up appearances. He had to learn about the situation somehow, and Benji was his best source of intel.

“Well. The reason why it is not wise to stray too close to Infernus is connected to a conflict between them, and the Lingulini Mafia. They were allies from the start, and lived in the volcano together. However, lately some things have been revealed, and when Cynikka was cornered, Lingulini declared independence from Infernus. When the barrier fell, he and his mafia left Island One and seeked shelter on Island Two, after opening up the volcano to outsiders. Since then, people have been wary of what Queen Cynikka might do.”

Before Saps could think of a reply, Flux spoke up. 

“What was the conflict about?”

Uh oh.

Benji looked at Flux. “Netherite was found under the volcano. Cynikka and Lingulini kept the other leaders in the dark about it. She refused when Infernus was asked to open a mine for other nations, claiming they had to preserve the volcano. At that very meeting, Lingulini declared independence and let anyone who wants to mine in the piece of land that belonged to the Mafia.”

Saps heard Flux's breath hitch a little. “Netherite?”

Benji looked uncertainly at Saps, before going back to Flux. “Yes. Is something wrong?”

Flux gripped Saps’ shoulder tightly. He winced a little. This wasn’t going to be pretty. 

“Could you give us a moment, please?”

Before Benji could reply, Flux was already dragging Saps from the room and to a deserted hallway. After checking seven times if the coast was clear, he put his hands on Saps’ shoulders. He looked genuinely panicked.

“Saps. They have netherite.”

Yeah. Saps didn’t know how he could save this.

“I heard.” Saps said with a wince. Flux’s grip was really strong. 

At his wince, Flux’s eyes cleared for just long enough to soften his grip. “Saps, how could you be so casual about this? They have netherite! We’re in danger!”

Saps had to think fast. So fast. This was what he was worried about. This revelation might revert any progress Flux had made. And he had just admitted that maybe Saps was right after all. Damn it all.

Saps placed his palms on Flux’s cheeks, “I know, this changes some things. But it does not change the fact that they did not attack us immediately upon the barrier falling. They could have wiped us out, couldn’t they? We didn’t even know about that netherite. But, again. They did not.”

“But he said that only Infernus and the Lingulini Mafia knew about it. What if the others are planning it right now since they finally found out?”

“Schpood could have killed us and Jophiel's delegation. Did he?”

Flux frowned. “No. But–”

“Benji could too. Did he?”

“Benji wouldn't do it, he is like 3BelowZero–”

“Flux, we have been here for an entire night. We have been walking through Island One for hours. The rest of the nations could have killed us then. Did they?”

Flux let out a frustrated noise, “Just because they didn’t doesn’t mean they won’t! If they killed us, they would have started a war!”

“But they have netherite. Wouldn’t they have an advantage in a war?”

He didn't rebuke to that. But he didn’t look any more calm. Saps sighed, and stood on his toes to press a gentle kiss to Flux's forehead. 

“I know you are worried, Flux. I am, too. But we have to keep going. We have already made a potential alliance with Westhelm. We are allied with Elysium. If nothing else, we are safest right here compared to every other part of this island. Look at it from this perspective; the more allies we have on Island One, the safer we are, since they too have the netherite.”

His partner stayed silent, considering Saps’ points. After several minutes, Flux took a deep breath, and deflated. He leaned his chin on Saps’ head. 

“You’re too rational for me.” He muttered.

Saps smiled, relieved. He patted the back of Flux’s head. “We balance each other out. You’re too paranoid, I’m too trusting.”

Flux grumbled something Saps couldn’t decipher. They stayed like that until Saps began to pull away.

“Come on, we shouldn't keep Benji waiting.”

Just before Saps started walking, Flux stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“Wait. I need you to promise me something.”

Saps stopped. He nodded his head slowly. He hoped it wasn’t Flux asking him to stop with the mediator shtick. He still had so many things to do. And what if he told Saps he couldn’t meet with Cynikka? Saps wanted to promise Flux anything he wanted, but this was what he came here to do. He knew the danger, and–

“Promise me that when I tell you I feel like we are in danger, you will let me protect you from it. Please. Otherwise, I can’t let you continue doing this. You’re too important to me.”

Oh. 

That… Wasn’t what Saps expected. Seeing Saps’ surprised expression, Flux’s turned tired.

“I won’t ask you to stop. I understand why you want to be here and are trying to find ways to make peace. I just want to know I’ll be able to protect you when it really matters and you won’t fight me about it.”

Saps’ expression softened. He could understand that. This was easier to promise than stopping altogether.

“Okay,” He nodded. He twisted Flux’s hold on his wrist to take the man's hand in his own, and gave it a squeeze. “I promise. I will trust you if it comes down to it.”

“Thank you.” Flux sighed quietly, relieved.

When they finally returned to Benji, the man looked as though he was one more minute away from blacking out. Once they took their seats again, they continued their conversation. Nothing as groundbreaking as the netherite came up again, thankfully. Saps was officially informed of who the leaders of each nation were, how they led, and which would be easiest to reason with. 

“Since you already talked with Schpood, you're now going into a more dangerous territory. You already know why Infernus is risky, and the Mafia is unavailable right now. The Covenant is…” Benji paused. Saps wondered if he was thinking of the hit he put on Lingulini’s head. “Well. It took a lot for them to even ally with us for that pact about the volcano. And they aren’t very interested in making relations with Island Two.”

“A volcano pact?” Flux asked, confused.

Saps internally cheered. This moment wasn’t supposed to happen for a long time, but lo and behold, Benji’s loose tongue was useful for once.

“Yeah. We made an alliance in case the volcano erupted.”

Saps glanced at Flux. He looked bewildered. 

“That alliance was for a volcano?”

“What else would it be for?”

Both Saps and Flux stared at Benji. He looked between them, confused. Then, something seemed to click in his mind. His eyes widened. 

“Did you guys think… We were allying against you?” He gaped at them.

Flux looked like he was struggling to keep up. Saps felt a little bad, but this was so entertaining. 

“Wait. So– You guys never thought about… Going on war with us? What was with all of the propaganda then?”

Benji’s eyes widened even wider. “Attack you? Why would we do that? And I mean, I suppose people were angry at first, but they mellowed out over the months.”

“But– What about The Covenant? Or Infernus?”

“I guess they would be more likely to do that, but we have our own problems, we don’t need war on top of that. Infernus certainly does. And The Covenant is not interested in you guys to the degree that… They really weren’t ever thinking of attacking, I’m pretty sure. If anything, they would just want to scare you.”

Flux looked at Saps, helpless. The only thing Saps could do was shrug. 

“So there was no plan to invade us.”

“No.”

“Steal?”

“Well, some people went over to your island to steal, but after hearing about the offer to start trades, most backed out.”

“I…” Flux took a seat. He looked very overwhelmed. 

No amount of convincing would compare to the real answer, huh? At least Saps tried. And Flux did stop trying to execute his plans, so…

Benji looked at Saps. Saps shrugged again.

“We’ve got a meeting coming up, it looks like. I should start making some flashcards…”

Saps really did start to do that. Benji up and left at some point. Flux was so out of it he didn’t even notice. Saps was almost done when he heard a noise as though an animal was dying. He looked over. Flux had his head in his hands, and was groaning and moaning like a ghost.

Now Saps started to feel a little bad.

Before Saps could attempt to comfort the man, Flux looked up with a lost and confused expression. 

“You really were right all along.”

Saps wanted to say something snarky at that, but he knew it wasn’t the time to be a smartass.

“You couldn’t have known. It was a suspicious move.”

Flux wasn’t listening to him. “Saps… Would I have started a war myself if I didn’t listen to you?”

Saps froze. 

What? 

“What do you mean?” He asked, feeling all the blood leave his face. There was no way he knew. Did he?

“You’ve been trying to get me to stop believing Island One would attack since we met. And then, you started to say everything I wanted to, and did it in such a way that made you the most trusted man on Island Two. You took over my worries and dealt with all this in such a way…” He trailed off. “You still had hope. You allowed the leaders to listen to you and adjust their plans the way you wanted them to look like. I… I wouldn’t have done that. I’d have done something much, much more aggressive. I don’t think we’d have gotten this far if I did.”

Saps didn’t quite know what to say. He was relieved Flux didn’t find out about the time travel, obviously, but this doubt really wasn’t better. What was he supposed to say? Yes? That would break him. Saps couldn’t do that to Flux.

“We are both different people, and we have other ideas. I’m sure it wouldn’t be as bad as you said.”

“No.” Flux shook his head. “I know it would.”

“How could you know?”

“I planned for something much…” Flux trailed off. “If you hadn’t made me trust your judgement in time, I’d have tried to overthrow the current leaders. Reinstate new ones. The moment the barrier fell, we’d have gone to war.”

God. Why was everything that Flux was saying so accurate to what happened last time?

He got really lucky. If Saps took perhaps just a few weeks longer to convince him, it would have all been for nothing.

Again. No use thinking about this. It didn’t happen. Saps made it all work.

Saps took Flux’s hand and left a soft kiss on his knuckles. “But you didn't. And that’s what matters the most.”

They had almost this exact conversation just a day ago. And yet, it felt so much more important this time. There was certainty, now, that there was no invasion ready to strike the moment they turned their backs.

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“But I am,” Saps said firmly. “We shouldn’t explore ‘what if’ scenarios. Let’s make the most from the reality we do have. Alright?”

Flux sighed, and leaned against Saps' shoulder. “Alright. If you say so.”

Later, after Saps finished the flashcards (and bewildered Flux with them) they left the room to find Benji again. Once they found him trying to pass a new law (he didn’t manage), Saps asked if he had some more time for them. Benji looked very unamused, what with all the breaks they took from the meeting, but that alliance seemed to work wonders (Saps would have to thank 3BelowZero). They went back to that room from the start.

At first, they asked him to tell them everything he knew about Cynikka. It was mostly for Flux, since he was still confused about how he knew her. Unfortunately, nothing Benji said seemed to ring any bells in Flux’s mind. He looked annoyed about it, but didn’t complain.

And then they were finally done with everything. Saps even offered to be Elysium’s mediator and advisor in anything they might need, and Benji agreed since he already liked Saps from 3BelowZero’s stories. (Maybe a "thank you" wouldn't be enough. Perhaps a gift?)

It was time to ask about Lingulini.

He would’ve asked Flux to leave, for both Benji’s sake and so Flux wouldn’t stop him, but that would look incredibly suspicious. And Flux wouldn't have agreed to that, anyways.

“Do you know where Lingulini might’ve gone?”

He ignored Flux’s glare he could feel boring into the back of his head.

Benji looked uncomfortable again. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Are you sure?” Saps insisted, “If I could, I would love to make things right between him and Cynikka.”

“Saps,” Flux hissed under his breath. Saps kept ignoring him.

Benji looked at him for a moment. “Make things right?”

“Yes. They both made mistakes. Cynikka shouldn’t have refused to allow her fellow leaders a way to acquire better resources, given the state of the island as a whole. However, Lingulini shouldn’t have betrayed her in such a way, either. Nor was it right to declare independence and then allow free reign over the volcano, before fleeing. I see why both of them made those choices. But I know there has to be a peaceful solution to things.”

Saps had to suppress a hiss. Flux just pinched him! That was so not cool! He was about to say something to his bully of a boyfriend, but then Benji leaned forward.

“Are you certain?” He asked with quite an intense expression. Saps felt Flux come closer behind him.

Was it working?

“Of what?”

“Would you find a peaceful solution if you could?”

Bingo.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

Benji took a deep breath and leaned back. He looked at his hands, and spoke.

“Me and Cynikka put out a hit on Lingulini.”

Saps and Flux both stared at Benji in shock.

Saps because he didn’t expect him to be so blunt, and also willing to throw Cynikka under the bus. At least not so soon. Meanwhile, Flux was likely struggling to understand how a person with so much resemblance to 3BelowZero could hire someone to assassinate another person.

“I don’t know why I did it,” He ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes turning desperate. “I just wanted things to be peaceful, but when Lingulini did that I just thought that maybe if he died, there would be peace on Island One.”

“How would killing someone promote peace?” Saps asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I–” Benji ran a hand down his face. “I know, okay? It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done that. But I can’t back out now, and The Covenant is interested in the bounty, and they are starting the search tomorrow, and I just– Can you help? Can you fix this?” Benji honestly looked on the verge of tears. It made sense, Saps supposed. It did crush him so hard, he killed himself.

Saps knew his answer.

“I will do what I can.”

That made Flux look at Saps again. He glared at him. “Saps. This is too dangerous. Infernus and The Covenant are involved. This is too big for you.”

Saps looked back at Flux, calmly, “I have to try, Flux. He will die if I don't. And who knows what will happen if he does?”

“Saps,”

“Could you contact Cynikka and ask her for a meeting?” Saps turned back to Benji, ignoring Flux yet again.

“Saps!”

Benji nodded hesitantly, watching the two of them carefully. “I could. I can’t guarantee she will show, though.”

“Try anyway.”

“Saps.” Flux turned Saps’ head towards him. He looked both angry and terrified. “We shouldn’t mess with Infernus. You know that!”

“Flux,” Saps said silently. He looked into his partner’s eyes with confidence. “Do you trust me?”

Flux hissed, “Of course I do, but this is too dangerous.”

“Just trust me on this. Please. You will be there to protect me if something goes wrong, I promise. But just trust me. That’s all I ask.”

“It’s a lot to ask.” Flux said with a grim expression.

Saps nodded, solemn. “I know. I wouldn’t ask this of you if I didn’t know I’d succeed.”

Flux looked at Saps for a long moment. Silent. Finally, he sighed, and let go of him. 

“I don’t like this. I hope you know that.”

Saps smiled gratefully. “I know. Thank you.”

Flux looked away. “Whatever.”

Saps knew he just asked a lot out of Flux. He’d repay him the stress, somehow. Maybe a week home without interruptions after Saps was sure no war would break out.

Benji piped up when the two of them finally stopped fighting. “So… Where do we meet with her?”

Chapter Text

After their conversation (argument?) Flux mostly stayed silent and Saps could already guess how long he would be making it up to the man for that stunt. Regardless, Flux still followed him, not letting him out of his sight for even a moment. Although, each time Saps would try to make eye contact, the man turned away.

The three of them headed towards where the meeting was supposed to take place, which was in the snow region, as Cynikka wouldn’t show up somewhere that posed the possibility of her being seen by a citizen of another nation. And none of them wanted to go anywhere near the volcano.

Saps didn’t know what the message Benji sent to Cynikka said. When asked, the man just replied that she knew it wouldn’t be a meeting only between her and Benji. So if she didn’t show, it was because she didn’t want to meet any outsiders. But that wasn’t very likely in Saps’ opinion. There was only one reason why Benji would want to meet with her. And the fact that there were two other people meant she was compromised. That was also probably why Benji was shaking. He started when they were still in Elysium, so it couldn't be because of the cold.

Benji had informed them that he told her their names and who they were so there would be no awkward introductions before a very tense meeting.

They were already at the meeting place for about an hour. At some point, Saps had started to shiver. He was much more used to jungles and warm climates. He never even stayed at his snow tower for long. (The first time he was sent a message and he left, and during the other one he threw himself off of it. No time to really build a constitution for cold environments.)

Flux noticed. And he took his coat off and wrapped Saps in it, all the while not saying a word. (He did press a chaste kiss to Saps’ lips. To keep them warm, supposedly, the man had muttered.)

Saps’ heart felt so full it could've burst.

When Saps and Benji both thought the meeting was a failure and seriously considered leaving, Flux suddenly walked in front of the two of them.

Several things happened in very quick succession. Saps almost didn't manage to keep up.

Saps and Benji turned to look. They saw Cynikka standing in front of them. In the middle stood Flux, with his hand at his sword's hilt, acting as a wall between the two sides.

Then something strange happened. Flux and Cynikka both looked at each other. At the exact same moment, both of them abandoned their guarded stances. Their eyes flew wide open. 

And at the same time, they spoke;

“Cyn?”

“Flux?”

Saps and Benji gaped. Did those two actually know each other?

Saps didn’t know who was the first to start running. But it didn't really matter, as in the end, the two were hugging each other tightly.

“What are you doing here!?”

“Me? Why are you a cult leader, Cyn!?”

“Oh, come on, is it really that surprising?"

“Okay, fair point.”

Saps had no idea what was happening.

Flux and Cynikka really knew each other? How did he never find out about this?

Yeah, sure, they both died not long after they met in his first life, but still.

“Where is your coat? Are you trying to die out here?”

Saps hoped he was not about to die because of a coat and a worried… Someone that knew Flux.

Flux huffed, “My idiot was freezing so I gave it up.”

“What?” Cynikka looked at Saps and Benji, her eyes briefly narrowing when it came to the latter, but quickly panning over to Saps. She blinked at him, and the coat he was wearing. Then, she grinned wolfishly. “Oh my god, Flux, did you finally find someone who didn't hate your guts? And you somehow convinced him to date you?”

Flux sputtered in outrage, while Saps gaped. “Excuse me!?”

Cynikka laughed. “Oh, this is amazing. I am so glad I came out here.”

“You are the absolute worst, get off of me.” Flux grumbled and tried to unlatch himself from Cynikka. 

“Nope,” She, however, did not let go. “I won’t have my baby brother freeze after such a heartwarming reunion. And before I get to question your boyfriend about why he stayed with you because it cannot be your looks–”

“Fuck off!”

“Make me–”

“Brother!?” Both Saps and Benji exclaimed.

“Shut it, Benji, you’re on thin fucking ice.” Cynikka hissed. Benji shut right up. Then, she turned to Saps. “Indeed. Unfortunately, this failure of a man is my little brother. Remind me again, why are you with him? You could do so much better.”

Saps was so confused, bewildered and even more confused. Flux and Cynikka were siblings? How did he only now become privvy to this knowledge? Well, Flux didn’t remember her until he saw her, so– Whatever. That was too much for him right now.

“Leave him alone, Cyn.”

Cynikka laughed, “Oh, I see he has managed to domesticate you. Good for you, Sarp or whatever your name is.”

“I will stab you.”

“Just you try. I’ll kick your ass before you can blink.”

Flux grumbled. He tried to get out of her embrace again. “Let me go. This is entrapment.”

Cynikka rolled her eyes and ruffled his hair. “Don’t make me laugh. I feel how cold you are. I know you wanted to be a gentleman, but at least don’t shake as if you were sopping wet."

“I literally hate you so much.”

“The feeling is very much mutual.”

Saps had no idea what just happened. Somehow, that was the weirdest conversation he ever heard, and yet it really fit this particular pair of siblings. Weirdly enough.

Eventually, Cynikka let Flux go. However, she swiftly took off her own coat and wrapped it around her brother, in the same manner Flux did to Saps. Now that he really looked at them, and also thought back to his first life, he could see that they really did act as siblings. Besides the bickering, their actions spoke volumes. Back then, when Flux had no one left, he went to Infernus. To his older sister. And she kept him safe there, no questions asked.

Then she died. Maybe it wasn’t surprising Flux agreed to that duel, after all.

When the whole thing finally calmed down, everyone kind of stared at each other awkwardly. Or at least Saps and Flux did. Cynikka was glaring at Benji, who looked like he very much feared for his life.

At the very least… Negotiations should be easier considering Cynikka was his boyfriend’s literal sister.

He cleared his throat. “So… We have gathered here today…”

Flux rolled his eyes. He was like a completely different person compared to how tense he was all day. 

“Cyn, don’t kill anyone. Let’s resolve this peacefully.”

Cynikka looked at Flux incredulously. “Who are you and what have you done with my paranoid, blood thirsty brother?”

“I am not blood thirsty,” Flux argued.

“Oh my god,” Cynikka looked at Saps with wonder and bewilderment. “You actually domesticated him. Made him peaceful and all that.”

“You’re the worst.” Flux complained.

Saps tried to get back on track, but they were so far off he couldn’t even see it anymore. He desperately tried to regain some semblance of control.

“Uh, so, I am a mediator from Island Two– And I’d very much like to negotiate fair terms for the way Infernus and the Lingulini Mafia have been interacting lately–”

“Saps, just say it plainly. She is my sister. She won’t do anything even if you offend her because you are mine and she loves me and she wouldn’t dare make me sad.”

…Wow. That was some master manipulation right there.

Cynikka looked at Flux with disgust. “Never say that word again in my presence or I will throw you into my volcano.”

“Love.”

“If we weren’t in the middle of something, I’d drag you by the ear and make you sit in timeout.”

Flux made an offended noise, “You can’t put me in timeout. I am an adult.”

Cynikka barked out a laugh, “In your dreams, baby brother.”

Saps just waited. He knew they probably wouldn't stop for another ten minutes.

He looked at Benji. The man looked as confused as Saps felt. At least he wasn’t alone in this.

“Anyway,” Cynikka said, after a few minutes of bickering. “What were we talking about?”

Saps was about to go on another rehearsed speech. However, Flux beat him to it with a bored expression.

“We want you to refrain yourself from killing Lingulini and to open the volcano to the other Island One nations.” Damn. Alright, then. Saps wouldn’t say all that without trying to butter her up at first, but Flux was her brother, so…

Cynikka gave them a flat expression. “Yeah. No.”

That was about what Saps was expecting.

Flux shrugged, “Sorry. I tried.”

Saps sighed. “You’re useless.”

Flux gave him a hurt look. Cynikka burst out laughing.

“Oh, okay, I see who leads in this relationship. You are so pathetic, Flux.”

“Shut the hell up,” Flux grumbled and shoved her to the side.

Cynikka shoved him right back.

In minutes, they were on the snow, fighting. Again.

Saps sighed and rubbed his forehead. “This isn’t working.”

Benji looked at him and whispered with a hopeful expression, “Do you think I can escape?”

Saps was about to answer, but then an arrow flew right beside Benji’s ear. Just shy of hitting him.

“Don’t even try!” Cynikka yelled, while wrestling with Flux. She must’ve thrown the arrow. Saps shuddered at the accuracy of it.

Saps looked back at Benji, straight-faced. “Don’t even try.”

Benji seemed like he was about to cry. His voice cracked when he spoke, “I’ve never seen her like this. She is more terrifying than The Covenant.”

Saps laughed. “You haven’t seen Flux when he is exhausted. He triples her by far.”

“What kind of family are they?”

“A violent one.”

“I hate violence." Benji complained.

Saps patted him on the back. “You and me both, Benji.”

When they were all certain another fight wouldn't break out (he didn't believe Flux's and Cynikka's promises for a second, another one would happen in the next five minutes, he could feel it) they sat in the snow, as there was no other option and Saps was certain this was going to be long. 

And then, finally, the negotiations began. 

“Why do you want to kill Lingulini?”

“He humiliated us at the meeting. He opened up the volcano and then fled, like a coward.” She sneered, her hands curling into fists.

Flux was about to make a remark, but an elbow to the stomach stopped him. Saps wanted to get this done.

“Okay. I understand,” He did. That was kind of a reasonable reason to want kill someone. Not really what he would've done, but he did get it. “However, murder isn't always the answer.”

“Murder is always the answer.”

Saps sighed. They were going to be doing this until the sky turned dark.

He decided to try out a thought exercise. It sometimes worked on Commonwealth's leaders. Maybe he could persuade Cynikka, too?

“Then let's look at it from another perspective. Let's say you kill Lingulini. What happens then?”

“Infernus gets justice.” Cynikka answered immediately, with no more than a surface level analysis of the situation.

Saps shook his head and crossed his arms. “No. Other nations start to fear you, pull back alliances and trade routes. The new nations from Island Two never even try to make an alliance. Suddenly, Infernus is alone, against every other nation.”

Finally, it looked like he caught her interest. She actually looked in his eyes, and listened.

“You could say you might be able to convince The Covenant to unite with you, or maybe some nation from Island Two that is also an outcast. So then there are two big alliances. Theoretically, they are both of the same strength. The Covenant counts for a few nations, after all.”

Cynikka frowned slightly, but kept listening.

Saps raised an eyebrow. “At some point, war breaks out. Obviously, your alliance hides in the volcano. The opposition climbs the volcano. And at the end of it, no matter which side is victorious, your sacred volcano is destroyed.”

There was silence. He felt three pairs of eyes on him. Flux looked proud, but not all that much, since he always knew Saps would get his point across. His partner was never worried about things like that. Benji, on the other hand, looked quite impressed with Saps' analysis.

Cynikka looked disturbed. 

She spent a few moments following his logic, and seemed to find it pretty sound. (After all, he saw it happen once already. He knew all the tricks that she might've used, and subtly laid them out.)

“That's what happens when you kill Lingulini. Meanwhile, if you have a meeting with him and resolve this politically, there is a chance you come out on top. Obviously, you will still have to open up the volcano, since the other nations will only let you win if they get something out of it. It's already kind of open, though, so it'd just be formalities. However, you can make the Lingulini Mafia look bad politically. A few weeks, maybe months, and they crumble while Infernus stands strong.”

Cynikka’s eyes glinted. She leaned forward.

“Go on.”

Saps grinned.

And just like that, he got himself a deal.

After about an hour of negotiations as well as planning, everyone was freezing their asses off. 

“Let's just go to the volcano.” Flux suggested. He was hugging Saps from behind, his chin on Saps' shoulder. To warm both of them up. 

“You want me to give you a tour?” Cynikka asked, shaking off the snow from her clothes. Somehow, despite being only in a thin blouse, the cold didn't seem to bother her all that much.

“Duh.”

Cynikka rolled her eyes. Then, she narrowed them at Benji. Who hadn't spoken since they all sat down. 

“You.”

Benji almost jumped out of his skin. He inched ever so slightly behind Saps. Cynikka was watching him like a hawk, scanning his every movement.

“Y-yes?”

“If you had told anyone else other than those two, I'd have killed you.”

Benji looked like he was about to pass out. Flux sighed tiredly and nudged Cynikka on her shoulder. “Cyn, stop scaring the poor guy already. He got the hint, okay?”

Cynikka huffed, her eyes lighting up with mischief, “But it's so fun.”

“You're acting like a child.” Flux deadpanned.

“And you're using your boyfriend as a heat source.” Cynnika fired back.

“Not true. He is using me.”

“You were the one who started to cling to him.”

“Because I saw he was cold.”

“You are so full of shit.”

Saps stopped this before it could derail into another ten minute long fight. “Okay! Let's stop here. Cynikka, you'll call off The Covenant?”

Cynnika looked back at him and sighed. “Yes. I will.”

“Great. Thank you.”

Wow. He somehow managed to wrangle all of these people and got them closer to his goal.

He should get a golden medal for this ridiculousness.

Never again was he involving himself in politics. (Saps thought, like a liar.)

So, in the end, Benji went back to Elysium. Meanwhile, Saps and Flux headed towards Infernus with Cynikka.

When they finally climbed to the top, Saps got the same feeling of deja vu he so often felt these days. He looked down, and he could almost imagine the place where Flux was supposed to meet his end. Except he didn't die, and Saps was the one who killed him. 

It all suddenly became so real.

God, Flux had a sister. Cynikka had a brother. They were siblings.

And they both died. Not even an hour apart.

How painful it must've been for Flux, to finally meet his sister only to watch her die just days later.

And–

“Hey.” Flux patted his cheek. “You okay?”

They hadn't moved, likely because Saps couldn't move a muscle. Both Flux and Cynikka were sharing twin looks of concern. They looked so alike.

“Saps, hey. Look at me, darling, please.” Flux took Saps' cheeks into his palms and caressed them gently. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” Saps rasped. 

“That's bullshit. Tell me the truth.”

“I…” He looked down at the lava. He swallowed. 

Flux followed his gaze, and his eyebrows furrowed. “Are you scared of the lava?” He asked silently, and wrapped his arm around Saps, bringing them as close as he physically could. “I won't let you fall. You don't have to worry. Just don't look down, okay?”

Saps would've liked to say that was far off from what he was actually worried about, but really?

All he could imagine was Flux crawling out of the lava, his coat burning. But his brilliant Flux just kept moving, kept fighting, kept running, until he stopped, turned around and met his end by Saps' blade.

Perhaps he was scared of the lava a little.

Cynikka guided them, moving slowly and also keeping them right on the middle of the bridge. Saps should've felt embarrassed. But for some reason, he didn't. 

He just felt happy that Flux and one of the most important people in Flux's life cared so much about him.

When they got inside, Saps found he could breathe easier.

Cynikka gave them both a tour of the palace. She introduced them to the curious people of Infernus, showed them the kitchens, training rooms, bedrooms, community rooms, and many more. At the end of it, she took them to a room beside hers.

“It's getting late,” Cynikka said. “You should stay the night here. You'll be safe. The lava is far away from here, and the chains hold strong.” That last part she mostly directed at Saps.

“Thanks, Cyn.” Flux let go of Saps for just a moment to hug Cynikka. “I missed you,” He whispered into her ear a moment after.

She returned the embrace, and kissed Flux gently on his forehead. “Me too, Flux.”

After that, they went their separate ways. 

Saps and Flux quickly changed, and found themselves in bed not even five minutes later. The heat from the lava helped in warming the body after spending so much time in the snow, but they were still a little cold.

So, of course, they cuddled.

As they embraced eachother, Saps asked a question he was quite curious about. “So… Are you still mad at me? Even though the leader of Infernus turned out to be your sister?”

Flux huffed, adjusting his hold on Saps to pinch his cheek gently. “Yes. The fact it's her doesn't change anything. You were still very stupid.”

“Sorry. I just couldn't let the murder happen.” Saps apologized, turning a blind eye to the pinch. He probably deserved more than that little display of annoyance.

“I know,” Flux sighed. “Let's not talk about this anymore.”

They locked eyes for a moment, and leaned forward to share a slow, tender kiss. After, they talked for a couple more minutes, before both of them quickly fell asleep, to the sound of their calm breathing and the popping of lava.

The events of the following day were… Strange.

When Saps and Flux woke up, they went straight to the kitchens. There, they found Cynikka eating breakfast with a rather pleased expression. When they asked her what she was so happy about, she had grinned. 

“They found Lingulini. He'll be at the Blue Cross in the evening.”

Saps was almost scared to ask who caught him.

“Who caught him?” Flux asked for him, not even looking up from the pancake he stole from Cynikka's plate.

Cynikka seemed to be too excited to care about having her food stolen. “Turntapp. The leader of The Covenant."

Saps gaped at her. Turntapp found him? Wasn't she supposed to call The Covenant off?

“Didn't you say you'd call them off, Cyn?” Flux looked up with a disapproving expression.

Cynikka rolled her eyes and ruffled Flux's hair, to his great dismay. “Don't even try, you'll never master my expression of disappointment. And anyway, I called off the assassination. But I was not about to wait until that rat decided to show himself. So I paid Turntapp to bring him back, because I was pretty certain the rest would just kill him even if I asked them not to.”

Saps couldn't argue with that.

“So we do the meeting today?” Saps asked for confirmation.

“Yes. Unless you aren't ready?” Cynikka tilted her head slightly to the side, challenging him.

Saps smirked, accepting the challenge, “Oh, I couldn't be more ready.”

Cynikka grinned back. “You know, I think I'll actually really enjoy being your sister in-law.”

All of a sudden, Saps' confidence crashed and burned. Saps and Flux both flushed. “We're not married!”

She raised an eyebrow, “Not even engaged?”

Flux buried his face in his hands, embarrassed. “Cyn. Please.”

She laughed at her brother's pain, while Saps tried and failed to appear unaffected.

They spent the rest of the day preparing for the meeting. Saps got his notes ready, Cynikka prepared her arguments and Flux polished his sword. 

People all over Island One seemed both confused and excited about this turn of events. Cynikka had been the one who contacted Blue Cross about holding the meeting, and the organisation swiftly accepted the request. Everyone was relieved that Infernus was ready to negotiate, even if some raised their eyebrows at Lingulini’s abduction. At the end of the day, they were just glad Cynikka wasn’t doing anything murderous. (To their knowledge, of course. What the people didn't know couldn't hurt them.)

Diplomats from most nations of Island One confirmed their presence at the meeting.

Cynikka had requested for Saps to be the mediator, and although the Blue Cross was hesitant at first, worried he would be on Cynnika's side which would lead to an unfair end result, when they got confirmation from Benji that Saps could be trusted to stay impartial, they agreed. (Again, what they didn't know, which was that Saps was planning Lingulini's downfall, couldn't hurt them.)

Once everyone was ready and the meeting was set to begin in less than an hour, Saps and Flux left. It would make things easier if Saps wasn’t seen with Cynikka, as that definitely would’ve raised some red flags.

They arrived half an hour before the meeting was supposed to start. Members of the Blue Cross introduced themselves to him, and led both Saps and Flux to their spot. (At first, they had tried to get Flux to leave, as usually the only ones at meetings at the Blue Cross were the diplomats or leaders. However, upon seeing Flux’s challenging glare, as well as Saps’ kind request to allow an exception, just this once, they were let in.)

Ten minutes before the meeting began, Lingulini was guided into the room by Turntapp. The man had nodded at Saps and Flux, likely having been informed by Cynikka of their identities, after which he stood behind Lingulini. To not allow an escape, most likely. Although Lingulini would’ve been rather stupid if he had tried to run from a meeting that the majority of people considered necessary and a good idea.

Cynikka showed up five minutes late. (At least she showed up this time.)

After some introductions, the meeting began.

It was very boring, very political, and even though Saps understood each word that was said, he dearly wished he did not. A member of the Blue Cross had led it, while Saps interjected every now and then whenever either side got a little too heated. He asked pointed questions that would help out Cynikka without actually looking like it. He also made some comments that wouldn’t, but he was supposed to stay neutral. Saps reminded that the mines under the volcano needed to be formally opened so peace would be secured, as well as asked for reparations for all the months the other nations were kept in the dark regarding the existence of netherite. While also requesting that Lingulini pay back Infernus for all of the damage to their reputation his declaration had caused, as well as opening up the volcano without getting his ally’s permission. Like Saps had said once, both sides were wrong, and needed to pay accordingly. 

But not with their lives. That was too high and cruel of a price for something like this.

Once each point was covered, and some careful comments from Saps sowed seeds that would potentially further tarnish Lingulini’s reputation, the meeting concluded.

It was a success, as both sides had agreed to the punishments they received. 

Once it was over, Cynikka had left after a nod at Saps and Flux (and possibly an expression that meant something ridiculous, given the way Flux bristled and glared at her), Turntapp collected his bounty from Cynikka and went his own way, while Lingulini was subtly threatened by a Blue Cross member to actually do what he agreed to do. 

Meanwhile, the member who led the meeting, Minnt, came up to Saps and Flux to talk.

“Would you like to join the Blue Cross?” She asked the moment Saps told her they had some time.

He blinked.

Wow. That was blunt.

“Uh,” He gaped, a little lost. In truth, perhaps joining the Blue Cross would be a good idea. They had members on both islands and were doing what Saps had been doing throughout his second life. Keeping the peace.

But would it make people less inclined to rely on his assistance and opinion if he joined? He wouldn't be as much of an independent party, then.

He didn’t really want that, even if he was terribly busy nowadays because of the amount of work he was always swamped with. Nor did he want to answer to anyone. 

Minnt seemed to sense she was losing him. “What about a coalition?”

That made him a little more interested. “What kind?”

“I have done some research, and I found you are quite sought after on Island Two. If you keep up the work here, I am sure that will also be the case for Island One leaders. That sounds pretty exhausting, doesn't it?”

Saps had to agree with her there.

“I propose a coalition; whenever someone needs you, a member of Blue Cross will scout out the importance of the request, and arrange a schedule. They could also refuse things that don’t really need your assistance and assign someone else to help. Of course, what kind of requests those will be is going to be entirely up to you. You won’t be an official member if you do not wish to be, but this would help with the amount of work you get.”

He had to admit, that was a good deal. He had one concern, though.

“I don't want to answer to anyone,” Saps informed. “I prefer to do things my way, and not lose the trust I have built with the leaders.”

“Of course. That won't be necessary at all. You could treat this as having a small team of people who work for you strictly to lessen your responsibilities.” Minnt smiled.

“What do you get out of this?” Saps asked, curious. The deal only seemed to benefit Saps, at the moment, which was quite strange.

“A person who the leaders trust to resolve their conflicts,” Minnt snarked with a tired expression. “You don’t even know just how long we spend negotiating with the leaders when finding people who they would listen to. It’s like you came straight from heaven, with all of your great relations with the leaders.”

That did sound like every leader he knew, alright.

Saps looked at Flux. The other man shrugged.

Well then. No comments? It was practically a go ahead from Flux.

“Alright. I think we can work something out.” Saps nodded, and shook hands with Minnt.

“You’re a life saver, Saps.” She smiled, looking like the picture of relief.

Once that was done, they went back to Elysium. Apparently, news had already spread about the meeting and what exactly happened, and it seemed people were happy. Cynikka had agreed to open up the volcano on the condition that the miners who were there at the moment would withdraw and wait until it was official and trade was established.

The whole way back, Saps was sort of in a daze. Because…

Didn’t he just resolve everything? Of course, there were the small things like catching Knight_Arcturus and giving him up to Schpood, and making sure the Commonwealth didn’t start killing each other (or Saps’ ears with their constant screaming), and trying to soften up The Covenant (or at least attempt to) as well as figuring out if all the other nations were free of conflicts, but—

The main reasons for the war had been neutrilised. 

Flux was by Saps’ side all the time, and he was no longer harboring evil intentions.

Cynikka would be opening up the volcano.

Lingulini wasn’t murdered so nations from Island Two won’t feel the need to rebel against Infernus.

Holy fuck.

Saps actually did it.

A fuckton of it all was through sheer dumb luck, like Flux deciding to trust him, Cass letting him speak up, every leader on Island Two making him their advisor (for some reason), Jophiel taking him to Schpood, Benji telling him about the assasination, and Cynikka turning out to be Flux’s sister.

And a whole lot of knowledge from before.

But maybe it wasn’t all luck.

He knew what to do to gain Flux’s trust. If it actually worked was a different thing, but still.

He made himself seem competent, spoke wisely and with purpose. Cass saw that, and decided to help him out. He did less in his first life and got her help anyway, back when she stayed with him to keep him afloat.

Again, he was competent. Apparently, the leaders liked that, and began to trust him with everything. (Even petty arguments. He was so tired of the Commonwealth.)

For Jophiel it was probably also his competence, but his genuine friendship with her definitely helped. He was never close with her in his first life, as they didn’t exactly have the time and Saps wasn’t even looking for that friendship. But they really did click, and she was one of the few people he really enjoyed and looked forward to helping. (When she wasn’t teasing him and Flux and making Saps plan her wedding.)

Saps knew what to say to make Benji crack. His goals probably also made things easier, since Benji was all for spilling his darkest secrets the second he found someone willing to try to fix the mess that was Island One.

…That last one he couldn’t explain. That was luck, no question about that.

Still. He achieved everything else with his own efforts. That had to count for something.

It was just really… Disorienting. Suddenly, most of his purpose to keep going vanished. He most likely prevented a war and made decent progress towards peace. 

What now?

He didn’t actually know. 

Back then, he was on the run at this time. Then there was the war. Then he killed the only person that still tied him to the world. He confined himself to his house and not long after, he died.

He never actually saw what happened after everyone agreed to live in peace. Saps spent that time ever so slowly destroying himself. 

What if something had happened at that time? A conflict that Saps wouldn’t know about until it happend in this life?

What even happened after his death?

Was the peace only temporary?

Did another war eventually broke out?

What good was preventing this war if another one could be right outisde the door?

A gentle touch pulled him out of his thoughts.

Saps turned, and saw Flux looking at him with a worried expression.

“You’re crying,” He whispered, gently wiping the tears off of Saps’ cheeks. “What’s the matter?”

Saps took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

No.

There was no use in that way of thinking.

If another war was coming, Saps would do the same he had been doing all this time. He’d go out, and try to resolve things peacefully. And if it didn’t work…

Then he’d simply die trying. (It wasn't like he didn't have experience with that.)

He gave Flux a smile. “Nothing. Everything’s great, actually.”

Flux looked dubious, but didn’t fight him on it. “Come on, it’s late. We should go get some rest. We’ve had a long few days.”

Saps nodded, and the two went off to do just that.

There was another thing.

He wasn’t alone anymore. Flux was by his side. And judging by the way he acted, there was no way he wouldn’t be right beside Saps in whatever happened next.

Even if he lost one purpose in his life, he still had another one.

Flux was his purpose.

And while Flux was alive and breathing, Saps would be too.

For the next several days, there was peace among the islands. 

A vastly different atmosphere compared to how things were in Saps’ first life.

Trade routes were established. Jophiel and Schpood’s engagement was announced, and a wedding date was planned. Several nations of both islands became allies. Infernus officially started to trade for netherite with the other nations, even those of Island Two. Slowly, more and more nations became interested in holding a worldwide meeting to discuss a peace treaty between both islands, as well as each nation. The Blue Cross suggested that once every nation signed under a paper expressing the desire to hold the meeting, the peace treaty would be drafted and available to sign. Saps knew it could take a while, but that was how things were without any looming threats. The Lingulini Mafia still had a lot of debt to pay for, but they were allowed to stay at Harborbloom, next to the Cass Coalition and The Pirate Republic. At Saps’ request, Cass kept a close eye on Lingulini to make sure he wasn’t trying to avoid paying Cynikka back.

The bridge was almost completed, much faster than last time since both Luminara and Elysium were working on it. Their citizens also seemed to mix, leading to a lot of Luminarans living in Elysium, and vice versa.

Saps and Flux spent those days going back and forth between the islands, attending various meetings. At least now, most of them actually made sense, as his team of Blue Cross members filtered through them according to the list Saps gave them. 

Once, when Saps was in Westhelm without Flux, (As the man had been asked by Saps to visit his friends for once, or else he’d get assassinated. Flux had said he was being dramatic, but Saps knew what irritated Luminarans could do. Especially those five. He wasn't taking any chances, no thank you.) he witnessed the time Schpood found out about Knight_Arcturus and his betrayal. As well as his connection to the person who killed Owo, Schpood’s advisor and one of his Consuls. They were just having a conversation about the wedding, as Schpood wanted some advice (Saps had no idea why Schpood asked an unmarried man for advice on marriage) when a knight ran in and revealed it all.

Schpood had immediately stood up, and asked for the traitor’s immediate whereabouts. When he found out the man had fled to Island Two three days ago, Saps genuinely thought Schpood was about to break something. Like the table or the cup he was holding. In the end, he restrained himself. He just turned to Saps with a grim expression. 

“An exception must be made. Westhelm is not understanding towards traitors.”

Saps blinked. Why would that be a problem? Obviously Schpood wouldn’t let that go.

“I understand.” Saps nodded.

“Truly, this is an exceptional situation. Traitors are to fight in the Colosseum. If it was any other transgression, we would have tried for a more peaceful solution.”

Saps furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was even going on? 

Schpood never explained himself, and there was really no need to. Westhelm was brutal towards criminals, and that was something Saps understood completely. Their laws were their laws. And why would Schpood even care for Saps’ opinion?

“This is not me being needlessly cruel. I do not want Queen Jophiel to believe I see our engagement as just an alliance, one I could break at any time, and aren't willing to try to find a more peaceful route should the crime be less serious. Please understand."

…

Did Schpood think Saps would tell on him to Jophiel? And recommend she reconsider marrying him? Also, that seemed very passionate. (Anyhow, Saps was fairly certain there were no clauses in their contract that stated Westhelm was expected to be more peaceful should they want to keep the alliance with Tricolour.)

Was the alliance something more to Schpood?

Not the point.

“Of course not. I understand the situation completely. Traitors must be punished accordingly. I do not have a say in how nations treat their criminals.”

Schpood looked relieved. He really shouldn’t have been. Saps didn’t even think about tattling for a second. He didn’t have a death wish (most of the time), and even then, Knight_Arcturus knew what he was doing and who he was betraying. How Schpood would respond was not any of Saps' business.

“Thank you, Saparata. I am afraid we must cut this meeting short.”

“I understand, Your Majesty.”

Schpood waved a hand dismissively and tutted. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me by my name?”

Saps shrugged, resisting the smile that was close to appearing on his face, “If you want me to call you by your name, call me Saps.”

The Emperor rolled his eyes, apparently done with Saps' shenanigans. “Fine, have it your way, Saps.”

Saps grinned. “Pleasure meeting with you again, Schpood.”

Schpood sighed.

The moment the meeting ended, Saps went straight to Island Two.

It was time to find a rat.

Saps followed the traitor’s traces like a predator. He felt like one, honestly. 

Saps knew how to navigate the islands of Island Two. He spent weeks moving from place to place to avoid those who were looking for him. Much like Knight_Arcturus was, now.

He didn't hide his tracks nearly as well as Saps did, however. He could see remnants of activity so clearly that he felt embarrassed for the other man. 

Saps should at least be glad the traitor didn't reach the Commonwealth yet. That would be a pain in the ass to navigate.

And now that he thought about it, he probably should've told Flux where he was going. The man was blowing him up with messages. He thought Saps was kidnapped at first (for some reason) and only stopped himself from sending out a search party when Saps had messaged him that he was alright. And now, the man was texting every single minute, demanding Saps tell him where he went. 

Saps would, but it was easier to track someone down when you were alone. Also, Flux would wonder why Saps was looking for the traitor.

He'll get hell for this, though. Flux will be pissed. He already was.

At least another reason for conflict would be eliminated?

Saps hoped Flux wouldn't turn evil because Saps left him on delivered.

A rustle in the bushes made Saps' head snap up. There, behind that tree, he noticed a broken twig. The grass next to it looked freshly stepped on.

He was getting close.

Saps continued his search for another thirty minutes. 

And when he finally came upon Knight_Arcturus, making his way through the bushes (very sloppily, he should've avoided anything that could break or leave a visible sign that someone was there) Saps didn't bother with questioning him. 

He found a pressure point on his neck and swiftly knocked the man out, without being seen.

Now to deliver the package.

Saps sailed through the ocean until he reached the Cass Coalition. There, a citizen saw him, saw the body he was carrying (he reassured that the man was still alive, and Saps suspected the citizen almost believed him) and ran to get Cass.

When Cass came, she gaped at him. 

“Where did you even find him? Emperor Schpood has been sending out search parties all day.”

“I was heading home to get some things and then I saw him on the shore of another island. I didn't actually know if it was him at first, but the face seemed to match.” Saps lied skillfully.

Cass blinked at him and looked down at the man he was carrying. “Did you fight him?”

“No, I just knocked him out.” That one was true.

“Did he even know you were there?”

“I doubt it.”

Cass squinted at him. “I feel like you're not telling me everything.”

“Why would you think so?” Saps tilted his head in a confused motion.

“Don't act dumb. Just because you aren't violent, it doesn't mean you can't fight. I've seen you spar with Flux.” Cass rolled her eyes at him.

Saps flushed. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You went out to look for him, didn't you?”

“Where did that even come from? No I didn't.” Saps argued, as if she didn't just hit the nail on the head.

Cass sighed, and shook her head. “You don't do anything without a reason, Saps. Come on, tell me the real one.”

Saps sighed. He could never lie to Cass, annoyingly. He decided to try out a different approach. Not quite the truth, but not a lie either.

“I saw him going in the Commonwealth’s direction. I don't know about you, but having five leaders feud with one doesn't sound pretty.”

Cass grimaced. “Alright. I see your point. But why would they feud?"

“Apparently, Knight_Arcturus is a great builder. The Commonwealth is in need of one right now.”

Cass looked baffled at that. “They wouldn't just harbor a criminal.”

Saps sighed tiredly and gave her a wry smile, “Are you willing to bet on that?”

Cass did not answer. Saps took as a no.

“So. I decided to stop a conflict before it even began.”

“You really do take your job seriously, huh?” Cass joked, crossing her arms.

“Someone should.” He shrugged. 

A brief pause, and Saps spoke up again. “Could you let Westhelm know one of your citizens caught him? It'd be beneficial for you. Schpood remembers things like that.”

Cass frowned, “You don't want to tell him?”

“Nah. There'd be too many questions. Actually, could you keep this on the down low, too? Flux doesn't know I've done this, and he's already mad at me for going off somewhere on my own.”

She laughed at him. “Seriously? Why didn't you tell him, you idiot?”

Saps groaned, “Because he'd ask questions and he'd be worried and probably do something stupid.”

“Such faith in your boyfriend.”

“I know him the best. He'd get really annoying about this.”

After a moment of consideration, Cass finally relented. “Fine, I won't tell anyone. But if they ask, I won't lie either.”

Saps sighed in relief. “Thanks, Cass. You're the best.”

“I know.”

“And so very humble.”

“Keep talking, and I'll reconsider our deal.”

When Knight_Arcturus was handed over, Schpood had thanked the Cass Coalition profusely and promised to arrange for a meeting regarding an alliance with Cass. Then, the traitor was sent to fight in the Colosseum. 

Knight_Arcturus did not survive.

Defences against traitors were upped in Westhelm, and Schpood warned everyone that whoever dared to try and assassinate him would end up in the Colosseum eventually.

Saps only heard about all this through word of mouth. When he meant to go back to Westhelm after his delivery was completed, he was intercepted at the beach of the Cass Coalition. 

By Flux. 

Who was very unhappy.

Who had been lecturing him about safety and disregard to his health and many other things, for three hours. Or maybe more. Saps stopped counting. Not to even mention the fact that it took place in a public space. Others were much too afraid to stand too close, though.

When the lecture finally ended, Flux hit him with the traditional disappointed pose, disappointed expression, and disappointed words.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Saps did, in fact. He looked at Flux with puppy-dog eyes and tried a simple one. “I'm sorry.”

Flux raised a very sassy eyebrow. Could eyebrows be sassy? Maybe. Saps didn't know. 

Flux's frustration towards Saps just kept growing, didn't it? Every time he managed to get Flux all soft, Saps went and did something stupid again. He was beginning to suspect he had a problem.

…Really, only a month at home would make up for causing Flux to have grey hairs in his twenties. A week wouldn't cut it.

After peace was secured. They would get their break then. Saps believed it wouldn't be long before it happened.

At one point, about two weeks after he and the Blue Cross made a coalition, Minnt told him she had a friend that wished to meet him. It turned out to be a citizen from Barbieland, who was previously the Planning Minister, Lightrocket. He was a refugee from Island Two after Trium disregarded the reelections in the nation. Lightrocket was also a member of the Blue Cross that resided on Island Two.

Saps never knew about that conflict. It surprised him since he never would’ve thought Barbieland, of all places, had such issues with its government.

Obviously, Saps agreed to help and host a meeting. Not only was Lightrocket Saps’ ally with his connection to the Blue Cross, Saps really didn’t approve of Trium’s behaviour. 

And surprisingly, compared to every other conflict, this one annoyed Saps the most. Trium was just incredibly hard to deal with, especially since they thought they won by driving Barbieland’s citizens out of their own homes. 

Saps dug up every little thing he could that would help change the tides. He managed to get a detailed record of what happened during the reelections, as one citizen of Barbieland transcribed everything that was said once the power was handed over.

He found that Madzvie, the Mayor, stepped down peacefully. 

That contrasted with Trium’s view of the people making her step down, as well as every other official.

From there, Saps brought up the points of Trium never having much involvement in Barbieland, every build and construction being made purely by the citizens and largely out of their own pockets, as well as the questionable timing of claiming Barbieland as their own only once it was completed.

To no one’s surprise, Lightrocket and the rest of Barbieland came out victorious once Saps got his hands on the evidence and the case.

Barbieland became an independent nation and everyone got back the places they inherited during the reelections.

All things considered, the conflict wasn’t something Saps was expecting, but he still managed to resolve it. It made him more confident about his future as mediator/advisor even when he had less knowledge about conflicts, so the situation was a win/win for all sides.

Except maybe Trium. But you reap what you sow, as they say.

After the war during his first life, Saps had a lot of time to reflect on everything.

He had spent some time with Turntapp back then, when the man welcomed him in his nation. Saps was wary of everyone, at first. His wariness never really went away, but it did lessen. And during his stay and beyond, Turntapp always seemed to want to help him out.

Even when Saps had thought the man was out to kill him, he was wrong. He had discovered the trap much later, after everything died down. He had gone back to that place, just to check it out. 

Turntapp was acting suspicious simply because he was concerned about Saps and did not know how to show it.

They had known each other for just a few weeks, but Saps had felt less alone with him. Turntapp was a great friend. Saps truly regretted doubting him, even if he believed that his wariness was pretty justified. He also grieved the man who was assassinated by his people, after the war ended and he was able to pay his respects at what was left of The Covenant.

Saps never deluded himself into thinking they’d be friends in this life, too. There was nothing to bond over, really. (Even if that thing back then was Saps’ bad luck and unfortunate life.)

That didn’t mean they had to be enemies, though.

When Turntapp had requested him for advice, Saps eagerly went. Flux had been apprehensive after all the things he heard from Cynikka about The Covenant. The two met up regularly, sometimes with Saps and sometimes by themselves. Flux was visibly happier, even if he expressed it in fighting Cynikka left and right. But that also meant he took his sister’s words very seriously. If she said to be cautious, Flux interpreted it as a red flag of the highest caliber.

Saps couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t worried, but not of Turntapp. It was his people Saps was more concerned about. If they thought Turntapp was turning soft, they’d definitely do something about it. Like assassination, for one. And Saps didn’t really know what they thought of him, either, so going to their territory was quite the risky endeavour.

He believed in Turntapp, however. The man wasn’t as heartless as people thought, his death being a perfect example of it. Nor was he an idiot. If he invited Saps to The Covenant, then he must’ve been fairly confident there wouldn’t be any backlash, or at least any that could hurt Saps. After all, Turntapp and Cynikka were allied, as were Cynikka and Saps. For obvious, Flux-related and Lingulini-related reasons. It would look bad for Turntapp if Saps got hurt under his protection and risk losing his alliance with Infernus.

Saps was a little concerned about roofs, to be completely honest, but he knew Flux would be keeping a very close eye on everything. Even if he very much believed Saps was being stupid, he wouldn’t let him go alone anywhere.

(God, Saps really needed to do something for Flux… The man would be grey by the time world peace was achieved.)

Once they arrived at the gate, Turntapp greeted them and led them to a meeting room. He was alone, but didn’t say anything about Flux’s presence. Who was keeping an eye on literally everything, even if it didn’t look like it. Saps knew him well enough to know that he already made plans for three escape routes, as well as thought of a combat strategy in case things went horribly wrong.

“It’s great to see you again, Turnapp.” Saps greeted the man, and sat down in front of him, while Flux stood behind him, almost flush with Saps' chair. “Last time we didn’t get to converse much.”

Turntapp nodded, “Likewise.”

“So, what did you need me for?”

Turntapp leaned forward and clasped his hands. “I wish for The Covenant to join the Peace Alliance.”

Saps stared at the man in shock. He was pretty sure Flux was also thrown way off.

“Truely?” Saps asked, feeling dumbfounded.

“Yes. Our allies, Infernus, have already signed. Many of the other nations have as well. The Covenant joining the Alliance is something I believe beneficial for my nation.”

 “Aren’t your people very… Hesitant towards outsiders? Island Two especially?” Saps tried to ask, softening his words as much as he could. They had to be rational about this.

Turntapp sighed. “That is true. I have to say that I regret allowing my people to have such constrictive ideals. This is why I have asked for this meeting,” Turntapp tilted his head slightly and, surprisingly, earnestly asked, “Do you have any advice for how to present this to my people in a way that will avoid any riots?”

Saps drew a blank.

That was about the furthest thing from what Saps thought Turntapp needed him for. He had guessed the meeting would be about something petty, comparable to Cynikka's and Lingulini’s conflict of interests.

But this was definitely something Saps would be more than happy to help out with.

So, for the next several hours, Saps, Turntapp, and sometimes even Flux bounced ideas off of each other. It wasn’t long before Saps began to feel like he was speaking with his friend Turntapp, and not the leader Turntapp. It was honestly wild how fast the transition happened. Saps couldn’t help but wonder, though. What exactly happened to make Turntapp wish to join the Alliance? Saps honestly thought The Covenant would be the hardest to convince. And they still could be, depending on how the people took the news. But what on earth happened that Turntapp wished for world peace?

This was Turntapp’s reply, when Saps asked. “Infernus is pretty similar to The Covenant. It is why we have such a strong alliance. Both me and Cynikka are violent leaders. So when she turned the hit on Lingulini to a mere capture, it surprised me. I was even more surprised when Infernus started to lead more peacefully, and even signed under the document wishing for world peace. It made me wish The Covenant could open up, as well. And even if we didn’t for peace, trade would benefit the nation considerably.”

Perhaps Turntapp’s beliefs were even more flexible than Saps first thought. Considering the man got himself killed for Saps…

It really did make sense.

Saps was even more determined to make this work after hearing Turntapp's earnest answer.

The plan went something like this; Turntapp would get his people used to the idea of outsiders over time. It was simply foolish to do any other way. Time would be a crucial ingredient in this. They would start with having their allies over more frequently, and later visitors from other Island One nations. Next, Turntapp would send people to other nations for various reasons, making it seem crucial but in truth being something that Turntapp didn’t honestly need. The hope was that The Covenant people would connect with citizens of other Island One nations. Once some time passed, Turntapp would do the same, but with Island Two. It was basically domesticating The Covenant, as weird as it sounded. Once they were a little more docile, Turntapp would suggest joining the Alliance, and hope for the best.

It was a long-term solution, but a necessary one.

When they were finally done, Turntapp thanked both Saps and Flux profusely. He promised them he’d have their backs no matter what. It was as good as an alliance, so Saps walked out of The Covenant very satisfied.

As they left The Covenant’s territory, Flux turned to him with a bewildered expression.

“Did that just happen?”

Saps understood his point well.

“It did.”

Flux shook his head to clear it. Then, he gave Saps a wry smile. “You know, soon you’ll be the most influential figure in the world. You’re the only one that can actually wrangle everyone.”

Saps cringed, “Don’t even say that.”

Flux laughed at him. “You don’t get to be like this, Mr. I-hate-politics. You’ve had so many chances to stop.”

“Just because I get politics, doesn’t mean I have to like them.”

“But you didn’t have to make your whole livelihood around them.” Flux argued.

Saps elbowed him, “Could you stop bullying me?”

“No. This is what you get for making me have heart attacks every goddamn day.”

Saps grumbled, but didn’t retort. Flux kind of had a point, but Saps wasn’t about to admit that.

“Still. Good job, Saps.”

He looked back at the man with a surprised expression. “About what?”

Flux huffed out a laugh. “You managed to convince most nations to join an alliance, and are still influencing more. This is all your hard work.”

Saps shook his head, frowning. “Everyone contributed. I can’t be attributed all of the credit.”

“If it wasn’t for you taking over and solving every conflict you got your hands on, no one would be even interested in peace.”

“That’s not true.” Maybe a little, but that still didn’t mean he got all the credit.

Flux sighed. “Just take a compliment when you get it, Saps.”

“Never.”

Flux rolled his eyes and went ahead of Saps. 

“Hey!” Saps complained, catching up. “Don’t you leave me, asshole.”

Flux sped up. Eventually, they were chasing each other through the terrain, while shouting various profanities at each other.

Saps never had more fun.

Following his meeting with Turntapp, things calmed down completely over the next few weeks. Nations from both islands kept signing under the Alliance. Only the Commonwealth and some smaller nations had yet to do it. Island One was also mostly unanimous, except The Covenant.

After the meeting, Saps and Flux went back to Island Two. Although the Peace Treaty wasn’t signed yet, Saps pretty much ended his wild crusade around the world for now. He announced that unless people had something very important that couldn’t wait, Saps would be taking a break for two weeks.

And then it was just Saps and Flux.

Those two weeks were the most ordinary, but also the most beautiful days he experienced.

There was no worry that Flux was going to turn on him. There was no worry that he would be framed. There was no worry that a war would break out.

It was just Saps and Flux, going about their days slowly, being bored out of their minds at times.

Saps never thought being bored would feel so freeing.

They spent that first week home, content to only have themselves as company. Saps watched as Flux drew, and Flux watched as Saps made lists of things he wished to build around their home. Then, Flux sketched those ideas, and later the two of them collected everything they needed. They built farms together, a library, a garden and various other things.

During the second week, they went out on a few dates, once Flux pointed out they never even went on one. They also bullied Cynikka into going to Island Two with them so that they could show her around, as well as show her their home.

When they arrived at the Cass Coalition during the tour, Saps was surprised to have met Cass. Once she saw them, she approached them with a kind smile.

Saps could’ve sworn Cynikka almost tripped when she saw Cass. Judging by Flux’s disgusted expression (probably at the thought of his older sister having a crush on his friend) he saw it too. Cass was perfectly happy to steal Cynikka away from them, and in just five minutes, Saps and Flux were alone again.

After hours of Saps and Flux passing the time in the Cass Coalition, the two returned. Holding hands. And when they said goodbye, Cass gave Cynikka a chaste kiss on the lips.

They had started dating thirty minutes after they had met, Cynikka told them.

Saps and Flux had looked at each other in disbelief at that. 

Thirty minutes.

Meanwhile, it took them several months and multiple Ish Interruptions.

(Now that he thought about it, where was Ish? The last time Saps saw the god, it was when Saps and Flux became a thing. Interesting.)

It was safe to say they regretted bringing Cynikka to the Cass Coalition.

Anyway, that whole fiasco happened the day before Saps was to start working again. 

Today, or more like tonight, was the last of Saps’ freedom.

And Flux wasn’t happy.

“Please,” Flux groaned, clinging to Saps in bed. “Just one more week. I can’t compete with politics about your time just yet.”

Saps snorted. “You’re so ridiculous.”

“Am I wrong for wanting my boyfriend’s attention on me?” Flux demanded, aiming for a serious expression. In reality, he just looked pouty.

“You’ve had it for two weeks.”

“Yeah. And politics had it for like, half a year.” Flux grumbled.

Saps rolled his eyes, “During which you still had plenty of my time to yourself.”

“It was working time, not relaxing time.”

Saps sighed. “I would’ve given you one more week, but I need to see how Turntapp is doing. And attend the meeting during which the Commonwealth screams at each other about whether joining the Alliance is a good idea or not.”

Flux narrowed his eyes. “You cannot be excited to do that.”

“I’m not," Saps answered honestly. He was absolutely not looking forward to that meeting.

“Then just don’t do it. Idiot.”

Saps stared at him, deadpanned. “If I stop before peace is certain, what's the possibility everything falls apart?”

Flux sighed.

“That’s what I thought.”

“I can’t believe I was supposed to be the politics guy in this relationship. I am so glad I’m not Vice President anymore. The amount of paperwork was an outrage.”

“You didn’t even do the paperwork.” Saps pointed out.

“But everyone kept pestering me about it.” Flux complained.

Saps couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy.

“What did you think being VP would be? Sunshine and rainbows?”

“Less paperwork, more shouting at other officials and telling people what to do, if I had to be honest.” Flux shrugged.

Saps stared at him blankly.

Sometimes, he really wanted to shake that man until he came to his senses.

“I am going to sleep. Don’t talk to me.”

“Noo, Saps, come back to me.”

“Saps.”

"Saps?"

“Did you actually fall asleep?”

“You bastard, how are you this quick?”

“Fine. You win this round.”

A month had passed since that day. Several things happened during that one month.

Somehow, Turntapp managed to pretty quickly warm The Covenant up to outsiders enough to be able to propose the idea of joining the alliance and not be refuted. (When Turntapp broke the good news, Saps had went and hugged the man, happy for him. He had pretended not to feel the gaze of a certain black haired individual burning into his back when his friend returned the hug. Later that day, though, he had to deal with a grumpy, jealous boyfriend complaining very loudly until Saps shut him up with kisses.)

The Commonwealth finally decided that, yes, the Alliance was a good idea, and all five leaders signed their names.

All the other nations of both Island One and Two had signed. 

Things had been pretty mundane since then. Nations prospered, trades were successful, people made friends without bothering to ask which nation nor island the other was from.

It was the sort of peace that Saps had once almost, but not quite, experienced.

The peace that came after The Battle of Infernus came at a high price. Hundreds had died, many sustained injuries and suffered through terrible trauma. Most came out of it with an immense hatred for Infernus, The Covenant and Flux.

The air wasn't as clear as it was now. It felt oppressive. That peace didn't feel like peace. It was peace born of necessity, not want.

This peace felt so much better. 

It was actually something that everyone worked for. Especially Saps.

And one wedding truly demonstrated the fact that things really were different now. 

Saps and Flux were both standing in formal attire. Many leaders and officials were sat around them. They were all in Tricolour, watching as a Queen married an Emperor. 

The way the two were looking at each other spoke volumes. 

Saps had realised, over the weeks that passed by since that first meeting between Jophiel and Schpood, that the man had fallen immediately upon meeting Jophiel. And she didn't seem to have been that far behind, either.

There was true love in their eyes.

The venue was beautiful. The harsh lines of Westhelm were brushed over with the gentle colours of Tricolour. As the two said their vows, Saps felt oddly emotional.

He felt sad this didn't happen in his first life. Back then, Jophiel died before she could even meet Schpood. Saps didn't know if they would have gotten together if she didn't. But watching them, and seeing their genuine love as the wedding concluded, Saps had a hunch.

After the wedding, the celebrations were hosted in Westhelm. Saps didn't see the married couple let go of each other's hands once.

While there were guards stationed that made sure no one tried anything, just to be safe, there was really no reason to. No one dared tarnish such a beautiful moment. And Saps thought that no one really wanted to, either.

Later, as per the contract Jophiel, Saps and Schpood wrote together, the two nations became one. Each got the other's wealth and people. 

Trihelm came to existence.

And like a domino effect, The Covenant signed under the document a day after. Officially confirming that each nation of the world wished for world peace.

That very same day, a meeting was called that every leader attended, with no exceptions.

Minnt and Saps led it. They had become quite good friends over time, actually. 

When everyone had gathered, each leader of each nation, no matter how big or small, Minnt began.

“A few weeks ago, the Blue Cross presented a Peace Treaty that would be available once every nation's leader signed their name under it,” Minnt began, looking uncharacteristically nervous. 

Saps took over for her. “And today, we can finally say that the Treaty has been drafted and laid down in front of each of you. Your wishes have been heard. There is only one thing left to do, now.”

“Those who wish for the world to be at peace, sign your name on the document before you, and say Aye for all to hear.”

The decision was unanimous. One by one, the leaders signed and spoke.

“Aye.”

Island One and Island Two had officially declared world peace, as well as formed an Alliance between each nation.

It was true. Saps had managed to save everyone he loved, and those that others loved as well.

He created this world a romantic story, like Ish had allowed him to do.

He could finally rest easy, knowing that it was all over. 

And Saps knew that right by his side, would be his lover.

His heart.

His Flux.