Super Smash Bros One Shots

Ike - Yekaterina [Requested]

I've been playing a lot of Catherine (2011) so that explains the title, in case you were wondering.

Requested by: @Demonikora 

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Red

The booth sat empty before him. The space before and next him, that was once filled with his friends, still radiated warmth. His Cuba Libre sat full on it's coaster, alongside a few other empty glasses. He sighed, raising the glass to his lips but barely taking a sip.

"Excuse me? Is anyone sitting here?"

Ike glanced at the voice, only to find a (short/tall) woman taking a seat across from him. He grunted. Of all the few people in the bar, she seemed to decide he was worth bothering. She brushed the nonexistent dust off the table. Resting her weight on the table, she held out her hand. "(Y/N)."

Cautiously, he shook her hand. "Ike." He startled himself with his thick voice. "Pleasure."

"Clearly." (Y/N) laughed, light and somehow thick. A waitress approached the table and set a bright blue cocktail in front of (Y/N). "Spicy chicken and cheese, please." She told the waitress with a dazzling smile and the woman went back to the counter. Ike raised an eyebrow at the strange drink. She raised her glass, gentle fingers wrapped delicately around the stem. "Blue Hawaii."

It took a second before he realized what she was waiting for. He lifted his glass and hit it against hers. She gave him a flirty smile before taking a sip. He put his glass down. "I hope you know I'm not paying for you."

"I didn't expect you to." She laughed. "You looked like you could use a friend. I'll leave if you really don't want me here." He didn't say anything, taking a sip from his drink.

They sat in comfortable silence until the waitress returned with a large plate filled to the brim with chicken coated in spice and a side ("side") of cheese. (Y/N) thanked the waitress before immediately digging in.

He could feel his resolve melting away. Watching the woman before him calmly enjoying the spicy food was the most tempting thing he'd witness since leaving home. He coughed into his sleeve. "Um... May-"

"Dude, go ahead." 

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He was most certainly drunk, or at the very least buzzed. He could feel his eyes twitching but he ignored the drowsy feeling to laugh at something (Y/N) said. The color on her lips had faded with good food and conversation, but to him she was prettier than the flirty, poised woman he'd been faced with. This lively, somewhat crass, girl that replaced her had a way of roping him into loud, strange conversation.

"Marth," (Y/N) spoke with a stern voice. The soft flush on her cheeks was an obvious give away of her intoxication. "That bitch..." Ike gave an uncharacteristic snort. "Can suck my fucking dick." She slammed her hand on the table. "I thought he was my friend... But he's just a prim, proper fucking princess bitch. These fucking royals over here... FUCK ya status and fight me!" Ike nodded his head, both in agreement and in amusement.

When you went to take a swig of your third, maybe fourth, beer, Ike rested his lean arm over his eyes. The bar lights were starting to get a little bit too bright.

"You know you're really hot?"

When he opened his eyes the space in front of him was empty. Instead, (Y/N) had sneaked into the seat next to him. Startled, he jumped back, hitting the side of the booth. "Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." She smiled kindly, leaning forward to the point he could feel the heat of her body against his side.

"I-It's okay." He tried to settle back into the booth but she crawled forward until her chest rested against his own. "What are you doing?"

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his ear. "Come home with me?"

"I suppose I could walk you home." Ike gently pulled her away from his body. (Y/N) giggled, tucking a loose strand of (H/C) hair behind her ear.

"I didn't mean like that silly."

Ike blushed from embarrassment. "What do you mean then?"

(Y/N) pouted. She sat back in her own seat and contemplated something before sighing. She rose to her feet, shooting him a kind smile as she collected her things. "Well Ike," She put some cash on the table. "I had fun. I hope to you again soon." The sound of her heels clicking against the floor filled his head while he watched her figure return to the exit and through the door, into the night.

He tried his best to ignore the pounding in his chest.

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Blue

His phone chimed in his pocket. He opened up his phone to a photo message from (Y/N). A soft smile danced on his features.

"The wife again?" Chrom sipped his drink across from him. Robin peered over Ike's shoulder. He nodded his head, unlocking his phone to see the message. Robin cooed at the baby on screen.

Come home soon, the text read. Our sons miss you. A blue haired toddler stared at the camera, one chubby fist in his mouth and the other hand reaching for his mother's phone.

"What a cute baby." Robin smiled. "My Morgan was cuter though."

The group laughed.

"Highly doubt it." Chrom chuckled. "Lucina was very clearly cuter."

"Please," Ike grunted. He got up from the booth, setting down some cash for the drinks he'd had. "My kids are cutest."

As he approached the door, the group shot up to chase him. "Kids?"   

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Red is meant to be Path of Radiance Ike (17-18, lean af) and Blue would be Radiant Dawn Ike (20-21, beefy) in case you didn't catch it.