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Fit was nervous.
He shouldn't be, that's what Ramón had told him since yesterday.
He knew that Pac wouldn't judge him, he was kind, compassionate, and caring. He knew that even if Pac wouldn't want to be with Fit after he told him about Madagio, he would never tell a soul about it.
Except deep down his bigger insecurities wouldn't shut up, old habits from the wasteland, from when he first trusted someone and ended up being backstabbed, his information being sold to the first person willing to buy it.
Trust no one , that was the first golden rule of the wasteland. If you opened your heart, and let down your walls, you would end up dead.
Fit wasn't proud but he had used the innocence of those who thought that it was a good idea to trust him. He wasn't proud, but he was younger and at that age, you have to make choices if you want to survive. You had to betray first so you wouldn't be betrayed.
He regretted it now, years down the line. He much preferred to be on his own, not trusting anyone and not making anyone think they could trust him.
But things had changed. Quesadilla Island wasn't like the wasteland. He had confidence he could trust people here (or at least some people).
He never thought the person he would trust the most in the whole world would be his son. He never thought he would have a son, back in the wastelands, having relatives was just a way for you to get used and blackmailed.
But now, he wouldn't trade Ramón for anything. He wouldn't trade the experiences he had as a dad for anything .
So, when the person he trusted the most said he could trust someone, Fit tried his best to shove the instincts deep down and let his guard down.
And that was what he was doing now, as he waited down the elevator shaft, Ramón by his side as he waited for Pac to arrive.
Fit felt stupidly out of air and his whole body was heating up pretty quickly. Suddenly he realized that maybe wearing a leather coat for this wasn't the best idea. But Ramón had insisted he would dress up for the occasion because he had heard from Richas that Pac would come dressed up and he refused to have Fit wear his normal clothes to their date.
The sound of the elevator that led to the shaft made Fit overfocus on smoothing a wrinkle on the leather of his jacket.
“Oi!” He heard come upwards as he saw Pac slowly glide down to meet the pair on the floor.
As soon as Pac was at reaching height, Fit grabbed him by the waist, twirling the smaller man around as he smiled up at him, bringing him to stand on his feet after a few moments.
“Oi.” Fit finally answered, hands still on Pac’s waist. Fit could’ve stayed hours just there, looking into the eyes of the one who somehow managed to capture his heart.
They stayed in silence, looking into each other’s eyes for long moments before the sound of scribbling drew their attention to the boy standing beside them.
“What is it, Ramón?” Pac asked, curious as the boy wrote his message.
“i’ve got a gift for you two!!” read the message and Fit’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“What is it, my boy?”
They watched as Ramón pulled out from his backpack two roses and gave one to each of them.
“Wow! Thank you, Ramón.” Pac said, leaning down to pat the boy on his head, mussing his curls. Fit watched as his son’s eyes got wide and shone with nothing but pure happiness.
“now go!! enjoy your date!!” His message was cheery, but the way he was pushing them towards the decorated room,
Fit and Pac chuckled, interlocking arms in synch as they walked, leaving the boy behind.
Ramón had assured him he would be with Tubbo and Sunny while they were busy, but still, he couldn’t help but be worried.
He pushed the thoughts away, focusing on Pac.
“So, where’s the date? Is it a dungeon you found down here?”
“No, no. But I still have that dungeon I wanted to take you there.”
“Let’s save for a second date?”
Fit smiled and nodded, feeling his face heat up at the thought that now going on dates with Pac could be something as normal as waking up. He just needed to not fuck up tonight.
“I’m kinda glad it’s not a dungeon, I don’t think I’m exactly dressed up for the occasion.”
Fit took the opportunity to finally take in the outfit Pac was wearing, a blue shirt and a white cardigan, clean denim pants. His hair, now with blue highlights from yesterday when he went to Ramón’s barbershop with Mike, was tied in a small ponytail and Fit felt his heart melt at the sight and the knowledge Pac had actually dressed up for their date. For him .
He shook the thoughts away once he realized they were in front of the hidden passage to the room.
“Okay, close your eyes.” He said, unhooking their arms and stepping in front of Pac, that raised an eyebrow at him but complied.
Fit took one of Pac’s hands in his, slowly pulling him through the passage and stopping just in front of the stairs that led to the table.
“Okay, open your eyes.” He said, not letting go of his hand, rubbing circles to the back of it as he watched Pac’s dark eyes flutter and slowly take in the change of scenery.
His eyes glimmered as he took in the aquarium, the candles, the rose bushes planted around, and finally the seating area, decorated with his colors.
“What?” He asked breathlessly, “You… did this, Fit?”
“I can’t take the credit, Ramón did it all by himself while I was sleeping.”
“It’s- wow!” His voice was choked as he again took in the room, eyes following the fish swimming idly around, before whispering, “Ramón is amazing.”
Fit’s heart skipped at the admission, holding back from crying, settling with squeezing Pac’s hand in his and bringing the attention of the younger man to him.
“Want to have a seat?”
Pac nodded before following Fit down the stairs and sitting on the blue seating while Fit took the one opposite to him.
“Did he make all of this too?” Pack said, looking at the food on the table along with a wine bottle.
“Probably, he didn’t pull any punches when it came to this.” Fit put his rose inside a small empty vase on the table and Pac followed suit right after.
“Well, I’ll have to tell him how amazing this is once I see him again.”
Still mesmerized by the place, Pac reached for the wine bottle at the same time as Fit, their fingers briefly touching and sending an electric shock through their bodies.
Pac quickly retreated his fingers, letting out an embarrassed chuckle, “ Desculpa , go ahead.”
Fit shot him a small smile before reaching and serving the wine to both of their glasses.
When Pac was about to drink his before retreating the glass away, “A toast? To us and our first date?” He smiled, bringing his glass towards Fit.
Fit’s smile grew and he clinked his glass against Pac’s, “Cheers!”
“ Saúde !”
The wine burned against Fit’s dry throat as he watched Pac drink a little of his glass before setting it beside his plate, hands reaching for the knife near the shepherd’s pie.
“Pac-” Fit was about to offer to cut the food for him, but Pac cut him off.
“You served the wine, let me serve the food at least,” That made Fit close his mouth and retreat his hands to his lap, fidgeting with his fingers.
“So, uh-” Fit tried to break the ice, “The weather is kinda nice, today, huh.”
Pac snickered as he served Fit’s plate, “Kinda hard to see it when we’re underground.”
The older mentally slapped himself as he felt his face heat up, “Fuck. I’m sorry, Pac, I’m really bad at this.”
“It’s okay, Fit. I’m not exactly an expert either,” he set the knife back where it was near the pie, “We don’t need to make this awkward. Didn’t you say you had something to tell me? Why don’t we start with that.”
Fit almost dropped his fork, the prospect of telling Pac about his mission first thing was not on his mind, “Uh, maybe later? It is… kinda big. I don’t want to burden you with that when we just started.”
“I wouldn’t mind, but if that’s what you want.” Pac shrugged before swallowing a piece of his pie.
He stopped chewing before he continued, “We can talk about our days, then. How is yours going?”
“Uh… It-It was good. Ramón woke up before me like. He's been doing that for a few days. I went to get his cookie quests done, didn’t manage to find any tigers though.”
“Oh yeah, I didn’t find any either. I do need to get started on getting those cookies for Richas, his stock is empty.”
“If you need, you can have some of the ones I’ve saved up for Ramón.” Fit smiled at Pac.
“Oh, I don’t want to impose. They’re Ramón’s cookies, you’ve worked hard for them.”
“Nonsense, I have almost two weeks stocked up and Ramón is already fed for this week, you can have some.” Fit dropped his fork and reached into his backpack that was sitting beside the table and pulled out three cookies, sliding them towards Pac.
“Uh, thank you, Fit. You’re very kind.” His face reddened and he reached for the cookies, their fingertips touching again, although this time they lingered just a second more than what would be expected for an accident.
Fit watched Pac put the cookies in his cardigan pocket, “I’ll make up for it.”
“There’s no need for it, Pac. I’m serious.” Fit bit back a laugh when Pac pouted.
Cute , he thought.
“Fine. I’ll definitely not find a way to thank you for this.” He threw Fit a knowing smirk, that made Fit roll his eyes.
With the initial ice break, the rest of the date went smoothly, both of them talking about their plans, and flirting a bit (more from Pac than Fit), Pac talked about how excited he was to finally have finished the murder mystery arena and about the game with everyone later that week.
The pie was more than half eaten and their glasses had been emptied when Pac, cleared his throat.
“So, is it time for that big thing you wanted to tell me?” Pac leaned forward, eyes shining with curiosity and Fit felt his throat close.
Fuck, there’s no avoiding anymore, huh?
He took a deep breath, already feeling his hands sweaty as he wiped them on his leg, out of Pac’s sight.
“Pac… I said to you that I liked you, but there’s… stuff you need to know.” He was looking everywhere but Pac, “Stuff about me. I don’t feel like I’m being completely honest with you a-and-” his voice cracked and Fit felt his face heat up in embarrassment.
“Fuck, sorry. This is hard.” He tried smiling, closing his eyes, trying to find courage.
I shouldn’t feel this nervous. Pac isn’t going to judge me. He isn’t- But what if he does? What if everything goes wrong and I fell in love for nothing? What if-
Fit felt the cushion by his left side dip and he opened his eyes, finding Pac sitting beside him, eyes soft with a reassuring smile.
“It’s okay, Fit.” His voice instantly helped his body relax, “Deep breaths. Follow me, okay?”
Fit nodded, inhaling, holding, and exhaling at the same time as Pac.
“It’s okay,” Pac started after a couple more repetitions, “Can I hold your hand?”
Fit’s heart picked up the pace but he nodded, feeling Pac’s smaller hand hold his that wasn’t a prosthetic, fingers intertwining as Pac rubbed soothing motions to the back of his hand.
“ Tá tudo bem, Fitch. ” He whispered and Fit didn’t need to understand the words to know what they meant, “You can tell me anything. I’m here for you.”
Fit repeated the breathing routine, squeezing Pac’s hand, feeling all the callouses in his palm from all his tinkering, building, and work done through the years.
“I’m not here on vacation, Pac. I never was.” He spilled and his heart for some reason felt more at ease, “I lied to everyone, I lied to you. I was so fucking selfish, Pac. And now everyone I care about is in danger. All because of a mistake I made.” Fit fought back the tears, “I’m so sorry, Pac.”
“Hey, hey, hey, look at me,” Pac squeezed his hand and brought his other to cup Fit’s face, bringing their eyes to meet, “It’s okay. You said it’s a mistake, I won’t judge you for a mistake, Fit. I fuck up so many times and you never judged me.”
“It’s different.”
“Tell me how. I’m here for you.”
“I-I was selfish. I m-made a deal with someone, I don’t even know exactly who they are and what they can do, I just know they’re powerful and that they’ve been watching me ever since my first day.” The truth started spilling like a broken dam, each word easing the weight on his shoulders and heart, “I have to give them information about the people on the island, I didn’t even care about what they would do with it when I accepted, they just offered me a way out of the wasteland and enough money so I would never need to work again. I didn’t care about the lives of the people here. I was so selfish and now everyone is in danger.”
“Why?”
“They told me creating attachments would just complicate things. But because of my fucked up amnesia I couldn’t remember the terms of the contract exactly. I ended up getting attached, I got a son, I made friends, I met you . And now, if I fuck up, they’re going to hurt everyone I care about. I-I’m sorry.”
Fit didn’t even realize he had started crying until now when Pac’s thumb wiped away the tears and its tracks, eyes focused.
“What do you need?” The Brazilian asked after moments in silence.
“W-What?”
“What do you need? I’ll help you get the information, I’ll give you mine if that’s what you need. I’ll break into the federation, break into the manager’s office if that’s what you ask.”
“Y-You- what?” Fit had disbelief written all over his face, “You would do that? For me?”
“Yes, for you, Fit.” Pac smiled, “You helped me so many times when I thought I was alone. I would be the selfish one if I didn’t offer you the same.”
Fit stayed still for several seconds before wrapping his arms around Pac, pulling him into a hug, burying his face into the crook of his neck, and breathing in and out.
He felt overwhelmed, so many emotions flooding all at once.
Pac returned the tight hold, rubbing soothing circles to his back under the jacket.
Fit has no idea how long he stayed there, but he knew that he could live in Pac’s embrace, his presence ever so calming to his soul and heart.
Finally, he pulled away, wiping away a few tears that hadn’t dried yet and looking deeply into Pac’s dark eyes. Pac smiled, hands coming to hold his again. Fit smiled at him back.
“So, you really- don’t care?” He just had to be sure.
“Of course not, Fit. It’s not going to be this that’s gonna keep me from having you.” He stated, face blushing but never breaking their gaze.
Fit’s heart skipped a beat at the admission before he smiled and intertwined his fingers with Pac’s, taking a deep breath and letting the heat spread across his face for what felt like the umpteenth time this evening alone.
Suddenly the lights in the place dimmed, the lamps almost entirely going out, leaving Fit and Pac in the dim light of the candles on the table and the faint light coming from the aquarium around them.
The newly dimmed ambient highlighted Pac’s face perfectly, his high cheekbones and jawline stood out, along with the reflection of the flames of the candles reflected in his eyes, and again Fit was reminded that maybe Pac was the most beautiful person he had seen in his thirty-something years of life.
“Fit, can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Always.”
“Do you remember those words in Portuguese in that cave, months ago?”
“Uh, yeah. I do.” Suddenly, Fit noticed how close they were.
“Well, uh…” Pac looked away before briefly detaching their hands and reaching for the rose in the vase he had put there earlier. Fit watched as Pac’s eyes glimmered with something he couldn’t exactly put his finger on before he took the rose and tucked it into the front pocket of his leather jacket, his hands staying on Fit’s chest.
“I- Eu te amo .” He breathed, looking Fit deep in his eyes, throwing Fit a bright smile.
Fit’s brain bluescreened as he slowly processed the words he just heard. Except his brain was just a repetition of those three words.
Eu te amo eu te amo eu te amo eu te amo-
Pac, with his hand still resting on his chest, surely could feel the way his heart was beating even faster than before.
“Uh-”
“You don’t need to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”
Fit felt paralyzed under Pac’s gaze. Then his body acted on its own.
His hand reached for the remaining rose on the vase and he tucked it behind Pac’s ear. When it was Pac’s turn to freeze, Fit breathed out the words he had been holding back for weeks.
“I love you too, Pac.” He whispered, hands coming to cup his face, leaning his forehead against Pac’s.
He watched as Pac’s face changed from shock to fondness and finally, to happiness.
“Can I-”
“Yes.” Fit answered, not letting a second go wasted.
Then Pac connected their lips, hands coming up to wrap around Fit’s neck. The kiss lasted just a few seconds but it was enough. Once separated, Pac started giggling.
“What are you laughing at?” Fit said in a joking tone before he was infected by Pac’s laughter like it usually happened.
They stayed laughing with each other for what felt too long and somehow not long enough.
“So… you’re my boyfriend now?” Fit asked when his lungs stopped hurting from laughing too much.
Pac giggled, looking into Fit’s eyes, hands coming up to hold his face, “Yeah, yeah I think so-” He paused for a moment before his eyes shone, “Actually, in Brazil, we call it namorado. ”
Fit’s eyes glimmered with astonishment, “What? Namo- what?”
“ Namorado ,” Pac repeated, his face already red.
“ Namorado. ” He tested the foreign word on his tongue and felt it perfectly, “It sounds amazing.”
“You don’t have to use it-”
“I want to.” He reassured the younger man, hands holding him by his waist, “Is there anything you want me to call you?”
“Uh, I don’t know?” He paused for a moment to think.
“What about uh-” He racked his brain for his brief knowledge of romantic relationships, “dear? Or honey?”
Fit watched as Pac let out a squeak and his whole face was redder than ever before, “Uh, I-I like these. Yeah.”
He decided to indulge himself a little, “What about sweetheart? My love?” he purposefully dropped the tone of his voice before continuing, “Or baby ?”
Pac let out a loud squeal, hiding his face in his hands and Fit laughed, his hands sneaking up to hold Pac more tightly on his back.
“Not that one.” Pac said his voice slightly muffled by his hands that were still covering his face, “At least, not in front of other people.”
“Got it, got it.”
It took a few moments for Pac to recover himself, although his face was still red, “Uh, can I call you mô ?”
“What does it mean?”
“It- It’s a shortened version of amor .”
It was Fit’s turn to blush.
“Uh, yeah. I would love that.” He answered, his throat suddenly dry.
Pac smiled at him before leaning and pecking him on the lips for another second.
Then they heard the distinct and familiar sound of a camera going off and they separated quickly.
They looked around before Fit’s eyes locked on a small figure by the entrance of the room, hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit room.
“Ramón… Is that you?” He asked, voice laced with love and playfulness.
The boy stepped out from the shadows, holding a camera in his hands, a brand new picture being printed.
“Ramón!” Pac protested, although his voice held nothing but fondness, “Come here!”
The boy didn’t hesitate, running down the steps and throwing himself between both adults, making both of them wince but laugh.
“Were you watching this whole time?” Fit asked, slightly embarrassed by the prospect of his son seeing him struggle with his emotions.
Although he thought, he’d seen me act worse around Pac ever since he got back.
Ramón shook his head in no and quickly took his drawing board and scribbled on it.
"no, but I had to be around to know when to turn off the lights"
“Oh, it was you!” Fit realized, the strange behavior of the lights finally hitting him.
“yeah duh”
“You’re so smart, Ramón. I loved this place, thank you.” Pac said, hugging Ramón by the side, laying his cheek on his messy hair.
“de nada pai :)”
Fit watched both of them by the sidelines, his heart fluttering. Every moment he saw Pac and his baby boy together, he knew he had done the right thing by falling in love with him.
He had not only found someone who he could love but could also love the most important person to him, his son.
Fit couldn’t remember when Ramón was happier and acting like the child he should be.
Fit watched as Ramón erased his message and started writing again, showing both of them when ready.
“so, spring wedding yes or no”
“Ramón!” Fit scolded (if it could even be scolding, his voice had nothing but love, fondness, kindness, and all good feelings that existed) and Pac laughed.
Behind Ramón’s back, Fit felt his hand be taken in Pac’s. He looked at the man, smiling brightly, and met nothing but love being stared back at him.
For the first time in a long time, he felt like he could trust completely the people around him. And that was enough. He didn’t care about what Madagio could give him if he was able to finish his contract. He had come to this island prepared to get the diamonds, gold, and all the riches as his reward. But no one prepared him to receive a gift greater than everything else. His son, his family, his friends, the love of his life.
He wouldn’t trade them for anything. He was ready to fight anyone who threatened them and he knew they would do the same.
He would have to face the music soon, he would need to work to get what Madagio wanted.
But for now, he was completely satisfied right where he was.