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Day Four of Hideduo/FitPac Kiss Week – Kiss on the Hand & Royal AU
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Tomorrow is the day the War of the Rose Valley may come to an end, and Fit is terrified.
This is not the first war that the people of the Rose Valley have fought in, and it’s not even the first war that Fit himself has fought in. He’s one of the head guards of the Rose Valley Kingdom, and even before that he has seen enough death and destruction to last a lifetime. This probably won’t be the last time he sees or partakes in a war, either. Violence is something familiar to Fit, a constant.
But this? This is different.
Because there is a possibility the prince may not live to tell this tale.
“We ambush from the west.” Prince Pac says, pointing at the map in front of him. He has already laid his pieces out, the figurines of soldiers standing on a flat, green landscape, and his generals stand around him, nodding along as he talks. Fit stands beside him, holding his trident up with a tight grip, watching his prince give out his orders. “We will use the hills as a cover, and we’ll catch them off guard.”
The others agree, and Fit does not speak. He feels a lump on his throat as he listens to his prince talk about death and battles and strategies. His hand tightens on the staff of his weapon and he swallows hard. Pac’s black eyes are hard as they look over the map, his lips set in a straight line. He knows.
They’ve had this conversation before, after all.
The Kingdom of Omospondía wants the person on the throne’s head, and they are ready to kill the entire Rose Valley army to get to him. They should be going behind the king technically, but since the King of the Rose Valley has been bedridden for weeks and on the verge of death, Pac was the one to take the responsibility and charge.
Which meant Omospondía would be hunting for Pac.
Fit begged and begged his prince not to get to the war, but Pac smiled sadly and refused. He couldn’t simply sit around when his kingdom needed him, couldn’t run and hide while his men died for him. Fit loved how kind and responsible his prince was, but he hated the fact that Pac was so selfless, too.
That’s why he’s here, talking about battle plans with a cold yet tired expression on his face. That’s why his hands tremble as he moves the figures across the map. That’s why his heart beats so loudly, that Fit can hear it from where he stands. Because Fit knows his prince. Pac wouldn’t just sit and hide while his people got killed. Pac would fight.
Fit knows it.
He also knows why Pac is so nervous, too.
Pac never wanted to be king. He never wanted any of this. Since Fit met the other, he knew Pac only had his brother on his mind, the one who was born and raised to be king, who had the charisma, the knowledge, the leadership, the intelligence, the strength, the everything Pac lacked. He always thought he wouldn’t need to become king.
And then Pac’s brother was kidnapped.
The Rose Valley was thrown into chaos. No one knew what had happened, or who was the one behind it, or what would happen next. And when the King of the Rose Valley fell ill, everything became a mess, and it was decided that Pac would take his father’s place, even if it was only temporary.
Pac wasn’t happy with it. Fit could tell. But the prince swallowed his fear and tried to help his people. He worked as hard as he could, giving out orders and making plans to help his kingdom and his family. He never rested, he rarely ate or slept. The kingdom and council thought Pac was the perfect fit to lead.
But Fit had the privilege to see the other side.
Pac didn’t want to be in the lead. He felt he was incompetent. He was scared of making decisions that would harm his people. He didn’t trust himself enough to know what to do, so he relied heavily on the council, and on the ones around him. Fit had the privilege to see the breakdowns, the crying and the shaking, and Pac would whisper to him, his voice weak and tired.
“I’m not good enough for this. I don’t know how to do it. What am I doing, Fit? Am I making the right decisions?”
Fit would answer by telling Pac the truth, that the prince was more than capable, and that his people believed in him– that he believed in him. Pac would smile shakily, but not reply, and just lean his head on the other's shoulder, looking for support. Fit would provide, wrapping his arms around the prince, letting Pac rest, if only for a moment.
The knights nod, asking the respective questions and giving their ideas. Fit tries to pay attention, but all he can think about is his prince on the battlefield, with blood splattered over his body, the color clashing with his black hair and pale skin, the red contrasting sharply against the black of his eyes. Fit feels his heart beating wildly and his breath catches on his throat.
“That is all.” Pac says, standing up straight and holding his arms behind his back. His clothes cling to his body as if it were dragging him down, the crown of the Rose Valley Kingdom sitting amongst the soft waves of his black hair. “Inform the camp of the plan. We will attack tomorrow at dawn.”
The head knights and generals bow and exit the tent, leaving the prince and his knight alone. Pac lets out a deep sigh, and his shoulders sag as if a weight has been lifted from them. His hands go to his head, and his fingers brush the silver crown. He takes it off and stares at it, running his finger over the sharp edges and the blue gemstones. He furrows his eyebrow.
Fit stands, not knowing what to say. He can’t tell him not to go, he has no right to. But his heart breaks when he looks between the crown and then at his prince. It’s not fair, it’s not fair. He wants to tell him that he doesn’t have to do this.
But they both know that it’s a lie.
After all, Fit had a choice to join the knights.
Pac didn’t have a choice to be the prince.
“My prince.” Fit says, and his voice is softer than he meant. Pac doesn’t look at him, just continues staring at the crown, the metal catching the light of the fire from the torches placed by. Fit doesn’t move closer, just continues looking at him, his hand tightening on his trident. “You should rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
Pac’s jaw tightens, and he finally looks up at him. He has bags under his eyes, and he hasn’t slept in days. “You too, Fit. I need you to be awake for this battle.”
“I’ll be fine.” Fit says, and steps forward. The prince’s eyes drop to his feet, and the knight stops. He can feel his pulse pounding under his skin, his heart beating fast in his chest, his breath caught on his throat. He needs to calm down. “You need to sleep. It’ll do you no good to show up exhausted and ill rested.”
The prince’s eyes flicker to his, and he nods. He lets out a shaky sigh and drops his arms to his side, his hand still clutching the crown. “Will you stay?” He asks, and his voice is so low that Fit almost doesn’t hear him. “I want to spend one last night together in the case I…” He trails off, but Fit knows.
“Of course.” Fit says, his own voice cracking. “I will stay.”
Pac smiles at him, a soft, sad smile, and sets the crown down on the table. He crosses the room and steps up to Fit, who lets go of his trident and puts his hands on the prince’s waist. Pac sighs softly and leans his forehead against the knight’s, his eyes falling closed.
They stay like that, standing in the middle of the tent, the fire flickering and making shadows dance over their bodies. Pac’s arms come around his neck and he holds him tightly, and Fit does the same. He presses a kiss to the prince’s hair, and the scent of the roses from the valley fills his nostrils. He’s scared, terrified of what tomorrow might bring. He’s always been afraid of losing Pac.
Which is why he’s going to make an oath.
An oath to do everything in his power to keep him safe.
“Pac.” Fit says, and the other man’s eyes flutter open. His irises are a dark black, like the night sky, and he looks so tired. “You know how the knight’s of the royal army take an oath when they join?”
The prince nods. “Of course.” He says, smiling faintly at the memory. Pac was wandering the castle grounds when he walked into the courtyard, where a few dozens of new knights were standing in straight lines, reciting the oath. “‘I, as a knight of the royal guard, pledge to always be loyal to the king and his kingdom. I will be the protector of the people, a shield against danger, a sword against injustice. I will always be just, and will do everything in my power to protect the royal family. This is my oath.’ I think it was like that.”
“You got it.” Fit smiles, open and honest. Pac’s the only person he can do that for. “Well, I am going to take a new oath.”
Pac frowns, confused. “A new oath?”
“Yes. Only for you.” Fit says, and takes a step back. He goes down on one knee, and bows his head. “I, as the personal knight of Prince Pac, pledge to always be loyal to you. I will be your protector, a shield against danger, a sword against injustice. I will do every single thing in my power to keep you safe. I will move Heaven and Earth and Hell to protect you, I will destroy anyone and anything that stands in my way. I will fight to the death to keep you safe, to make sure no one ever lays a hand on you. I will always be your knight, your lover. I will die before I let anyone hurt you. This is my oath.”
He hears a sharp intake of breath, and then a sob. “Fit, no.” Pac shakes his head, pulling back. “Please, don't say that.”
The knight shakes his head, before grabbing one of Pac’s hands. He intertwines their fingers and brings his knuckles up to his lips, kissing them. He looks up and sees Pac has tears streaming down his face. He smiles sadly.
“It is my duty, as the knight of the royal family, to protect the prince at all costs.” He whispers against his skin. Pac’s eyes are wide, and he shakes his head. “But it is my personal duty, as your lover, to always protect you, and to make sure no harm ever comes to you. I promise on my life, I swear to always keep you safe, even if it kills me."
Pac shakes his head and tries to weakly pull his hand away. “Fit.” He whispers hoarsely, his voice trembling. “ Fitch , no.”
A tight smile is on Fit’s face. “It’s my duty and it is my personal mission,” He continues to press kisses on Pac’s knuckles, each more tender than the next. “To love and protect you.” He ignores the way he feels the other tense. “My life is yours, and if I must die, so be it. I would rather die for you, then live without you.”
Pac’s lips part, but he can't seem to speak. His eyes are glistening, and tears start falling down his cheeks. He shakes his head, but doesn’t pull his hand back. Instead, he surges forward and wraps his arms around Fit, pressing his face into his neck. Fit’s arms come around his back, and he hugs him tightly. The prince is shaking, and Fit can feel his tears slipping through the plates of his armor. He holds him tighter.
“I won’t let you die.” Pac says, voice wet with tears and muffled by his shoulder. “I won’t let them kill you.” He shakes his head and Fit tightens his grip. “I need you, Fit. I need you by my side.”
Fit’s chest hurts, and his own eyes sting with tears. He can’t bear the thought of Pac dying, the thought of being killed, the thought of never seeing his smile again, never feeling his warmth or the touch of his lips against his.
“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, and Pac tenses in his arms. “But this is my oath.”
He feels Pac shudder and shake his head. “It’s not fair.” He whispers, and he sounds so broken. “You’re all I have left.”
Fit doesn’t know how to answer.
He knows the prince’s brother is missing, and has been for a while. He knows the Queen has been dead since the prince was a baby. He knows the King is barely holding onto his life. He knows the prince is not close to anyone in the castle, much less the Kingdom. He knows the prince has no one else.
Fit’s all he has. And Pac’s all Fit has. It’s not fair, but this is their reality. It’s not fair, but this is the hand they’ve been dealt. Fit just wants to hold Pac, and make sure no one ever hurts him. So he will keep him safe, no matter the cost.
“I’m sorry.” Fit whispers. “I’m so, so sorry.” He presses a kiss on the prince’s temple, and he can feel the other tremble. “I’m not leaving. I’m staying right here, and I’ll protect you.” He runs his hands down his back. “But now, we need rest. Come, lie down.”
The pair gently remove each plate of Fit’s armor, piece by piece, setting it aside carefully and methodically. It is only after the last plate falls that Pac’s resolve seems to break. He turns away and starts crying, his hands coming to his face. The knight’s heart breaks, and he gently turns Pac around and holds him.
The prince cries in his arms, his face buried in the crook of his neck. His fingers dig into his skin and he trembles against him, the sobs wracking his body. The knight’s arms come around him and he presses his nose to his hair. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He holds him, whispering words of reassurance. It is the only thing he can do.
Fit helps Pac lay on the makeship bed of the tent, before eventually joining him. They lie down together, facing each other, their noses barely touching. The prince’s eyes are closed, and the tears have stopped, but his breathing is still uneven and heavy. Fit reaches out and brushes his thumb over his cheek, and the prince leans into his touch.
“It’s okay.” Fit says, his voice gentle. “It’s okay, luz da minha vida .” He repeats. Pac opens his eyes and looks at him, his dark eyes shining in the low light of the torches. The knight’s hand cups his cheek, and Pac closes his eyes again.
“It’s not okay.” Pac whispers, and his voice is broken. “I can’t lose you.”
Fit’s heart shatters. “I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers, and he hopes it is a promise. He runs his hand through the prince’s hair, pushing the black waves out of his face. “I’ll always be here for you.” He continues to run his fingers through his hair, and the prince sighs, his body slowly relaxing.
Fit continues to play with the other’s hair, and soon the prince’s breathing slows, and his body relaxes. His eyelashes flutter, and Fit can see the exhaustion seeping in. It has been a long few weeks for him, and his body has barely recovered. The knight gently pulls him closer, until their chests are pressed together, and Pac’s head is tucked under his chin.
Fit holds him close, running his hands down his back. Pac is so warm and soft, and the knight closes his eyes. He listens to the sound of his heartbeat, and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. He breathes in the scent of roses, and he knows that this is where he is meant to be.
He will protect him.
He will fight for him.
He will do anything for him.
Because he loves him.
And if he dies, so be it.
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Pac’s fingers hurt.
It’s night, and he can hear the quiet rush of air and the soft rustle of grass. Pac sat on his blue armchair, right hand holding a sewing needle while his left held onto the green cloth. A bag of cotton sat on the small table beside him along with colorful cloth. Pac hummed to himself as he pulled the needle through the fabric.
It’s been a while since he has sewn anything that weren’t clothes. The last time he did was back in prison, during the classes they offered as a way to help pass the time and get better at basic life skills. He had sewn a small and wonky creeper plush he’d gifted to Mike, hoping it would cheer him up a bit.
After they escaped, he only sewed clothes.
Now though, he’s sewing something different. He saw Ramón eyeing that sniffer plush when they were at spawn, but once he realized it was not for sale, the dragonlings expression changed. Pac could tell he was trying to hide how disappointed he was, but Pac noticed.
So he decided to sew the plush for Ramón.
He had wanted to give something to Ramón for so long. Pac had seen how he’d been anxious all day, playing with the sleeves of his sweater as he thought about his dad. Fit had decided to sleep the day away, preparing for the transmission the next day. And Ramón was worried.
Pac’s hands are getting tired, and the light of the lamp on the table is starting to irritate his eyes, but he doesn’t stop. He grabs one of the legs he made earlier and sews it onto the body of the sniffer, making sure it stays on and does not fall off.
The Brazilian’s eyes scan over the plush, making sure all the legs are sewed on, and when he sees that everything is okay he smiles. The little sniffer is almost done, he just needs to be stuffed with the cotton and sewed close.
But first, he needs to put the black buttons on for its eyes.
Pac takes the two black buttons from the box and sews them into the sniffer. His vision is a bit blurry, and his hands feel clumsy as he pulls the needle through the plush and sews the buttons. It’s a little messy and wonky, and it makes him feel a bit frustrated, but at least it works.
He looks down at the plush, and smiles. Pac grabs the cotton and starts stuffing the plush, trying to make cotton be spread evenly. Once the sniffer is stuffed, Pac starts to sew it close. He’s exhausted, but damn if he isn’t gonna finish this plush before he goes to sleep.
He finishes the sniffer, and places it on the table, admiring it. The eyes are a bit crooked, and the stitching isn’t very clean, but it works.
A knock comes from the door, causing Pac to jump and sit-up straight. The knocks keep coming, and the Brazilian is quick to stand up, grabbing the plush and placing it inside his chest, hiding it.
He’s quick to walk to the door, and opens it, revealing Ramón.
He’s surprised for a moment, not expecting the kid to be awake at this time, and the two stare at each other for a bit. The kid is wearing his usual yellow sweater and pajama pants. Pac can see his tail slowly swish behind him, and his ears perked up.
And that’s when Pac notices Ramón’s tearful eyes.
“Oh nenê.” He says, leaning down and opening his arms. The kid rushes into them, wrapping his arms around the Brazilian. Pac does the same, holding him tightly. He picks him up and closes the door of his house, starting to pace around the room.
His heart hurts as the kid sniffles against his pajama shirt. Pac starts running his fingers through his hair, shushing him and humming that lullaby he sang to him when he put him to bed a few weeks ago.
“What’s wrong?” Pac asks softly, looking down at the kid.
Ramón pulls away. ‘I had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep.’ He signs with a shaky hand. ‘I’m sorry for waking you up.’
“No– don’t be. Don’t be sorry for that.” He presses a kiss to his forehead, and Ramón hugs him tighter, tail wrapping around the older’s waist. “I was already awake, don’t apologize.”
He continues to pace around the room, still humming the lullaby. He glances at the chest where the sniffer plush is hidden, and his eyes soften.
“I think I have something that’ll cheer you up.” Pac says, and Ramón looks up at him curiously. He places him down on the sofa and walks to the chest, opening it and grabbing the sniffer. He hides it behind his back and turns to Ramón, grinning at him. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
The kid is quick to do what he’s told, and Pac gives him the sniffer. He giggles at Ramón’s shocked chirp. “Open your eyes.”
And when he does, Ramón’s eyes light up.
“Do you like it?” Pac asks. “This is why I was awake when you came– I was sewing this.”
Ramón stares at the plush in shock, before hugging it close to him. It’s almost as big as Ramón himself, but the dragonling can’t seem to care. Eventually, he pulls back and stares at Pac with a tearful look.
‘Obrigado, pai.’ He signs with a shaky hand, tears falling down his face. Pac smiles, and pulls him in for a hug. Ramón wraps his arms around the older, hugging him tightly.
“De nada, filho.” Pac says, kissing the crown of the dragonling’s head. “Te amo.”
When the sun rises, the two are sound asleep, curled up against each other on the blue sofa, with Ramón clutching the plush sniffer against his chest and Pac wrapping his arms around him.
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fitpac au where qpac works at a cat cafe and qfit is one of the regulars– not because of the cats (he actually despises them), but because of the really cute worker who always baby talks the kittens whenever he plays with them
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Headcanon that in the stardew valley x supermarket simulator fitpac au, Fit's name is ACTUALLY Fabio– people just started calling him 'Fit' one day and it just kinda stuck
Pac is the only one to call him Fabio when Fit does something that annoys/pisses him off so bad he has to pull out the government name
("Fabio, I told you for the third time this week– stop putting your work boots on the table! Meu Deus eu tenho que fazer tudo aqui caralho.")
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Theres a few people on Twitter writing their predictions on what could possibly happen on friday, and ullenska on twitter (post here) drew a piece where Fit got dragged back to 2b2t, and Pac followed him
Naturally, the idea drove me insane, so I wrote something quick about it. Hopefully I can expand this further eventually.
Enjoy o7
The wastes are so much more than what Fit explained.
Pac stood against the remains of some poor house, staring at the land surrounding him. He adjusted his cloak, making sure the hood was still covering his head. The gasmask he managed to steal from a dead body was secured around his neck, and the quiver of arrows some kind soul gave him was clipped on his back. Pac fiddled with his bow, scanning around his surroundings in case of any danger or the sight of a familiar person.
2b2t really was a dead man’s land– burnt trees were scattered around the land, craters the size of the Favela were everywhere, and any sight of water was either poisoned or toxic. Animals were basically non-existent, and Pac could hear the sounds of Tnt and end crystals exploding far away. He'd had a handful of encounters with other players, but only one tried to attack him. They were wearing non-enchanted iron armor, so Pac managed to kill them swiftly with his arrows.
The Brazilian sighed, leaning against the remains of the base. His free hand moved down to his prosthetic leg, pressing the little plate Ramón installed before he left (he was honestly surprised the tracker wasn’t deleted when he switched servers). The little metal box shaped like a communicator popped out, and Pac grabbed it, powering it on. A sad, gentle smile appeared on his lips when the map loaded in, the red dot he had grown to feel bittersweetness to blinking towards the north.
“I’m close, Fitch.” Pac mumbled, turning the tracker off and placing it in its spot in his prosthetic leg. The male adjusted the gas mask on his face, starting to walk north. “Just wait a little longer.”
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He doesn’t know how long it has been.
Time was a weird concept when you couldn’t see the sun.
The cave is cold and dark, the air so humid it makes breathing a struggle. The rock beneath his back and his ass is hard and unforgiving. He shivers. There are ways to escape, only one way in, and one way out. And the way out is in such a steep incline that it would take hours to climb– if he even had the strength.
The walls are jagged and sharp, so even if he could, it would still be pointless. If he did manage to dig through the rock, all he would find would be more rock. More walls, more dirt. His flesh hand would've bled if he had bothered, and his prosthetic arm would've been too damaged to work, anyway.
So there is no hope. No hope of escape. No hope of being found.
He doesn’t know how long it has been, but by the way his stomach growls angrily, it’s been a good while.
His mouth is dry, his lips cracked. The hunger pains are a dull roar now. He doesn’t feel any hunger anymore, he just feels weak. Tired.
He wants to see Ramón, his sweet baby boy made by God himself. He wants to see Pac, his Brazilian boyfriend who was too good to him. He wanted to see his boys again. Wanted to see the people he loved again.
He can’t remember the last time he felt this empty.
A tear leaks from his eye, and he doesn’t even bother trying to wipe it away. God, he misses them. He wishes he had told Pac he loved him. He wishes he had told his boy Ramon how proud of him he was.
His head pounds. He’s so fucking thirsty. His throat burns and his eyes are dry and sore. He doesn’t have the strength to cry. He feels weak and pathetic, and he hates it. Hates himself for being so weak.
Maybe this is how he was always meant to go. Maybe this is his punishment. He’s a horrible person. He deserves this.
Fit opens his eyes, staring at the pile of corpses accumulated in the cave.
There was no reason to. They would all rot and turn to dust, and then he’d have nothing to eat.
But, he’d been so hungry.
A shaky arm pulls his body towards one of the corpses. Gods, what would Pac think if he saw what he was about to do? He’s doing exactly what he promised not to. Would Ramon be scared of him if he knew? He’s turning into a man his boy wouldn’t be able to recognize.
It’s been so long, and Fit’s mind is too far gone. He can’t help it. He’s weak, and he needs to eat.
He pulls the body closer to him. The unusually white skin has turned purple and black.
Fit opens his mouth and digs his teeth into the corpse.
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Hi I wrote this in 3 hours because the idea was too good kkkkk au where madagio gets adopted by pac and fit is having the worst time ever. inspired by @routeriver 's art they have posted, check them out <33
Hope you guys enjoy :)
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I transcribed all of Pac and Fit's talk when Pac was under the happy pills! Reblogs are appreciated, this took a bit lmao!
For other transcriptions, feel free to go to my carrd and press the transcriptions button. Hope you enjoy!
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Wrote a little ficlet inspired by this post. Enjoy <3
In Ramón’s defense, he thought he was no longer allergic to cinnamon.
He hadn’t really had the chance to eat anything with cinnamon since they were taken to the Purgatory Islands. Then he got back, and the focus was on feeding him actual meals that would heal and strengthen his body again. Plus, Fit wasn’t one to cook things other than avocado toast except for tasks.
So when Pac asked him if he’d like to try some churros he made, he thought sure, why not. He’d heard food allergies disappear as one grows older, so the same thing probably happened to him. If not, he’s an older dragonling, so he could probably take it. It would be fine.
Probably.
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It was not fine.
As soon as he took a bite of the dough, it was like his tastebuds were on fire, and that the flames were cinnamon and sugar flavored. He made a face and then coughed as the spices made his throat start to tickle.
Pac was a little confused at his reaction. “Don’t you like them?” He asked, concerned. “Did I put too much cinnamon? You can tell me, I won’t be offended.”
The dragonling shook his head, eyes tearing up as he felt hives rise from his skin. With a shaky hand, he signs. ‘No, they’re good!’ He tried to sign back, before a coughing fit made his hands shake even harder. ‘I’m just... allergic? To cinnamon.’
That made his Pai’s eyes widen. “Wait, are you having an allergic reaction?”
Ramón nodded.
“Puta merda.” The male cussed, ruching to his potion chest and scrambling through it. “Your dad is gonna kill me!”
‘Pai.’ The dragonling tried to sign, but he wasn’t able to do much with the way his hands shook, and his skin was starting to break out into a rash. ‘It’s okay!’
Pac wasn’t paying attention, though, and instead was frantically digging through the chest. He let out a sigh of relief when he pulled out two healing pots and a slimeball. “Here!” He shoved one of the healing pots in Ramón’s wavering mouth, and the dragonling was glad he managed to swallow the entire thing before coughing out.
‘Pai.’ He tried to sign, again. ‘It’s okay. I promise! Fit won’t be mad!’
His father said nothing, too busy mixing the healing pot with the slime to create a healing cream for the hives that had begun to rise. After he created the mix, he gently grabbed one of Ramón’s arm and started spreading it over the hives.
“Oh, this could’ve been bad.” Pac mumbled, as he moved to spread the cream over the hives on Ramón’s neck. “Your dad is gonna kill me.”
‘Fit’s not gonna kill you.’ The dragonling signed, but the other wasn’t looking at him, too focused on treating the hives. ‘It’ll be fine, you didn’t know.’
The older man sighed and looked up, eyes a bit misty. “I didn’t want to hurt you though, nenê.” He said, looking down to grab the other’s arm and spread the cream as well. “I promised to Fit I wouldn’t hurt you.”
Ramón's eyes widened at that, and he bit his lip guiltily. ‘Sorry, pai.’ He signed, looking down. ‘It was an accident, and you didn’t know. I promise I won’t do it again.’
That got a sad chuckle out of his father, who finished applying the cream and moved to gently hug him. Ramón hugged him back, and the two sat there for a bit.
“Thank you, nenê.” He said, before pulling away. “I’ll keep a stock of healing pots and a slimeballs around just in case, okay?”
‘Alright.’ Ramón signed, smiling up at him with that twinkle in his eyes. ‘Dying to an allergic reaction would suck, now that I think about it.’
Pac cackled, shaking his head. “It would.” He agreed, patting Ramón’s hair. “There are way more cooler ways to die.”
‘There are!’ Ramón cheered, making his father laugh. ‘Like hanging!’
The Brazilian’s eyes brightened. “You are so right, nenê.”
***
“You did what?!”
‘Whoops?’
“Ay Ramón…”
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Everything hurts.
Pac groans in pain as he is downed again. How many times has he been killed now, eight times? Ten? Twelve? He’s not sure– and frankly, he doesn’t care anymore. He just wants those fucking eye worker things to be gone.
Someone is picking him up– Pac’s not sure who it is. Everything is so blurry, so hazy. He remembers thanking them as he stands on his legs, hissing when the bruises on the stump of his prosthetic leg ache. He hears more screaming, more fighting, he thinks he heard the sound of someone dying, but he’s not sure of who.
Everything is too much.
“WHAT?!”
Pac turns around, stumbling when he hears Bagi’s broken voice. What happened? His head is spinning, and everything seems to come in and out of focus.
“Who did that?!” She screams, a rage in her voice Pac has never heard come from her. “WHO DID THAT?!”
He’s confused– what happened? He grabs his comm with shaking hands, thinking something was said in chat.
Empanada is bleeding.
Empanada was slain.
What.
He freezes. His heart stops, mind going quiet as gunshots and yells overlap. But– But Empanada was right here. She was behind him, running away with her frying pan in her hands when Pac was downed. How could she be dead? Not again, not again, not again.
“No, no, no...” He mumbles, watching as Bagi and Fit push the worker with their scythes and corners it. The male stumbles towards the worker, hands clenched into fists. He has nothing– those fuckers destroyed his home, destroyed his armour and weapons, took away one of Em’s lives...
He punches, because that’s all he can do.
He punches with as much strength he can muster (which isn’t a lot), mindful to not get between it and Bagi. He keeps punching, again and again and again because how dare they?! How DARE they hurt his family.
Then Bagi yells.
“YOU KILLED EMPANADA, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” She screams, stabbing the worker with her scythe and downing it. “YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
Pac stumbles back, freezing.
He’s heard that tone before, accompanied by wide, crazy blue eyes and blodied, sharp fangs.
He tries to breathe, but his body feels out of his control. He gets goosebumps as Bagi screams and yells with grief and anger in her voice as she stabs the worker over, and over, and over, and over. Fit stands back, hand going white by the grip he has on his scythe and a mix of anger and guilt on his face.
At some point, the body of the Eye Worker stumbles towards his frozen body. Bagi, in her fit of rage, doesn't see him and continues stabbing the Worker. Pac feels a flash of pain in his abdomen, and he collapses, downed once again but this time by Bagi. He doesn’t dare to move or to speak– he needs to be as quiet and still as he can if he wants to live, to survive.
He starts to get picked up by someone, but all Pac can manage to say is that they can leave him, he’s fine. He gets picked up, of course, but all he can do is stand there, paralized, as Bagi continues her rampage on the eye worker.
Everything hurts, and all he can do is watch.
#so hiw are we after yesterday :D?#bagis reaction shook ne to my core#im still not over it#also pacs reaction when bagi lost it...#as much as it hurt#yesterday was cinema#qsmp#qsmp writing#pactw#qsmp pac#oibagi#qsmp bagi#fitmc#qsmp fit#aynee writes#tw egg death#tw child death#<< just in case
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after hours of rewatching the same vod over and over, I have finally transcribed all of Fit&Pac's secret talk during their date! reblogs are greatly appreciated, this took so long lmaooo <33
link here ↴
#fitpac#hideduo#qsmp#pactw#qsmp pac#fitmc#qsmp fit#qsmp transcriptions#aynee writes#aynee transcribes
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fitpac au where Fit is part of the mafia/yakuza and he frequents the corner store Pac works at. He becomes a regular and slowly falls in love with Pac, eventually ditching his dangerous lifestyle when he and Pac become a thing.
Aka a Way of the Househusband AU
#yes i am watching both of their streams rn#the idea is so good ngl#it fits them PERFECTLY#qsmp#fitpac#aynee writes
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Its here, happy birthday to the best baby boy \o/ apologies in advance for the sad fic
Tag list: @routeriver oi jaime <3
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fitpac au where qpac is a renowed thief that has stolen an object very important from someone (madagio or the federation idk yet) and qfit is the mercenary hired to kill him and retrieve said object
Then they fall in love and things get 10000% harder
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Gatos e Rosas will be on hold for a week or so since I have a VERY busy week ahead of me and won't have time to write the new chapters.
As an apology, I did a thing on twitter that for every like the tweet received, I would post one fact about a character of the GeR universe (mainly fitpac ofc).
So here's part one of those facts, hope you enjoy :) lmk if you want more!
Ramón was adopted by Fit and Spreen when he was barely 3 years old
Pac lost his leg in an accident (will be explained in the story) when he was 19
Fit went to the army straight when he was fresh outta highschool, thinking he knew everything (he didn't)
Pac's amputation is an above knee one, also known as a transfemoral one
Phil and Missa are in a queerplatonic marriage
Tina works in the fashion industry and has dreams of owning her own boutique and line in the future
Quesadilla City is a small city in a fictional island located in the Northern Hemisphere
Ramón is autistic, and he goes nonverbal whenever he's extremely stressed or overstimulated. He and Fit communicate through sign language when that happens
Pac has diagnosed depression and anxiety and takes meds for it
Cellbit and Roier met when they were called to the school because Richas and Bobby had a fight
Fit figured out he was gay when he was in his teens, but didn't accept it until he was in his late twenties/early thirties
Roier does drag, aka Melissa
Quackity HATES Chayanne, and the feeling is mutual with Chayanne. Their hate-relationship started since Chayanne was a toddler
Missa works in a really famous orchestra, which means he often has to travel around for concerts, leaving his family behind for long periods of time
The first few weeks after Pac was alone in his new apartment for the first time, he fell into a rough depressive episode. He slowly got better after adopting Xereta
Ramón's special interest is the Krebs Cycle. Fit has no idea when, what, or how his son even learned what the krebs cycle is, but he's happy to listen Ramóns infodumps
After Pac and Mike immigrated from Brazil, Mike searched high and low for somewhere they could stay that would be cheap until they could get back on their feet. He met Bagi, who was searching for more roommates at the time. They moved in, and the Favela Five apartment was born
Death Family live in the more country side of the city, around the same area as Mike and Mine
Fit lost his arm up until the shoulder, also known as shoulder disarticulation
Pac and Mike met in the orphanage at Brazil when they were both seven and five, respectively
Fit and Phil met just when Fit was discharged and lived together as roommates until Phil met Missa
Quesadilla City is a VERY diverse city, with immigrants from all over the world having their little communities spread around. The Favela is one of the most popular communities, though!
Cellbit works at Ordo Theorita’s Publishing House, and he dreams of publishing his own thriller book in the future
Pac is transmasc, and had his top surgery in his midtwenties after the Favela Five managed to scrap enough money to pay for it
Ramón's biggest fear is his dad being lonely. His second biggest fear are heights
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Pac’s pissed off.
Scratch that– he’s more than pissed. He’s angry, grieving, desperate, heartbroken... there is no word in the English or Portuguese language to explain what he’s feeling. He can feel the emotions swirling inside his chest, his stomach, and his throat; threatening to pour out of him at an alarming rate. He’s upset at the world, hateful of the fact that it’s continuing to turn while his life is falling apart.
Today was supposed to be good, it was supposed to be the best day of his entire goddamn life. He was supposed to be fucking married, in his new home with his new husband. He was supposed to finally accomplish the goal the Vault has placed on him since he was a child.
He was supposed to finally feel worth something, to be happy.
Instead, he’s here, in the ruins of the bunker he has called his home his whole life, surrounded by blood and corpses and screams, while his best friend is being taken somewhere and there's a raider locked in his room.
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Or, a fitpac Fallout AU. I caved in to the voices in my head lmao enjoy <333
tag list : @routeriver jaime oiii <33
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