Exploding with love (A Soilder x Demoman fanfiction)

The revival...

As the days turned into weeks, Demoman's grief seemed insurmountable. He found solace in the memories they had shared, replaying their moments of affection and camaraderie in his mind. Every battlefield they had conquered together, every laugh they had shared, it all became a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost.

One evening, as Demoman sat by the campfire, lost in his thoughts, a mysterious figure approached him. This figure was none other than the Administrator, a powerful entity that had always kept a watchful eye on the mercenaries.

"You mourn for Soldier," the Administrator spoke, her voice a mix of sympathy and curiosity.

"Aye, I do," Demoman replied, his voice heavy with sorrow.

The Administrator extended her hand, offering a glimmering vial filled with an otherworldly substance. "I possess the ability to manipulate the fabric of this realm, to bend the rules that govern life and death. With this elixir, you can bring Soldier back, but be warned, such magic comes at a price."

Demoman looked at the vial, torn between hope and caution. The thought of having Soldier back by his side was almost too much to bear. "What's the price?"

The Administrator's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Your love for Soldier is strong, but it must be proven. You must journey into the depths of the underworld and retrieve a token of your affection, a symbol of the bond you shared. Only then will you have the power to bring him back."

Without hesitation, Demoman accepted the vial and the challenge ahead. He embarked on a perilous journey, facing trials and challenges that tested his determination and the depth of his love. He encountered ghosts of his past and battled his own inner demons, all while keeping the memory of Soldier close to his heart.

After what felt like an eternity, Demoman returned to the realm of the living, clutching a shimmering relic that radiated with their love. With the relic in hand, he poured the elixir over Soldier's lifeless body, his heart pounding with a mix of hope and trepidation.

And then, in a burst of blinding light, Soldier took a shuddering breath, his eyes fluttering open. "Demoman?" he whispered, disbelief and joy evident in his voice.

Demoman's tears flowed freely as he knelt by Soldier's side, helping him sit up. "Aye, it's me, Soldier. I brought ye back."

Soldier's eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at the relic in Demoman's hands. "You went to the ends of the earth for me, didn't ya?"

"Aye, I did," Demoman replied, his voice filled with emotion. "I love ye, Soldier. More than anything."

As they embraced, surrounded by the echoes of their battlefield and the promise of a new beginning, Soldier and Demoman knew that their love had conquered even the boundaries of life and death. Three days later, amidst the cheers of their fellow mercenaries, they exchanged vows and became partners not only in battle but in life as well.