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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.