#hideduo next promise

[orangehalfpeeled]

yea nirvana or whatever but number still must go up

[sapphire-deity]

After not updating since October (so sorry about that) we've got a new chapter for Babe, there's something so tragic about you, something so magic about you! You can thank the Arkanis event and the hideduo kiss for this update, I'm hoping to not let it go so long between now and the next one I promise.

I can't get it to do the normal Ao3 formatting (thank you mobile Tumblr) but you can find the new chapter here!

[tallatonk]

The hideduo fic i promised. Any comments or thoughts on this are appreciated, this is still a work in progress! Fic is under the cut.

tw: small tiny cannibalism mention, teehee

When You’re Too Scared To Say I Love You

Fit grabbed the nearest book and erased its contents in a rush. The pit in his stomach swelling, the urge to write this letter for Pac is strong. He had so much to say and so little time, the sense that someone, or something, was watching him plagued him all day.

A shaky breath left him as he picked up his pen to write. 

“Dear Pac,” he mumbled as he scribbled through the book. “I miss you so much, I wish you were here right now.” Fit stared into the page, god he can’t say that.

This was so embarrassing. Not that loving Pac was embarrassing, but rather trying to pour his heart out about exactly what he was feeling was. The world suddenly felt like it was going to implode, leaving him to pick up the pieces of his mind he never shared with the man. Yet here he was, too scared to write a few simple words.

He’s one of the toughest people on the server, hardened by the years of 2b2t. His life had been and still is filled with pain, war, and the type of things that would put fear into most. But out of all of that, this scared him the most. This was the first thing in years to make his palm sweat and feel as if he was on hardcore mode.  

It was both infuriating and infatuating, the way Pac affected him this much almost too much but not enough at the same time.

Fit pressed his hands into his face, as if it would help his internal battle, groaning to himself he looked towards the letter again. He can do this, he’s got this. He felt that deep sleep feeling coming, so this had to happen. He had to write this letter. He deleted what he wrote before, forcing his thoughts to focus on a new letter..

He’d restart the letter over and over again as long as he could, the best for Pac.

“I haven't seen you in many days, I hope you are enjoying your sleep. I have been feeling very tired recently and I feel like I will be having a very long sleep soon,” his heart felt it was beating out of his chest as he thought about the possibility he wouldn’t be able to see Pac again. He continued, pushing those negative thoughts in the back of his mind . “If I don’t see you for a while, I want you to know how special you are to me.” That's it, he thought after mumbling those last words, this is how he’ll say it.

Fit paused, reading his words over as though he finally said it to Pac in person.

“I know we haven’t been able to spend much time together, but you are always on my mind. It doesn’t matter how often you spend time with someone, it matters how much you think about them.” The American's eyes begin to sting, he pretends it's the sudden tiredness rather than the tears threatening to fall.

 “The next time I see you, I have a lot of things I want to say. Good things, don’t worry.” He lets out a small, bittersweet laugh as a warm tear runs down his cheek. Would he even be able to say what he wants when he sees Pac next? He can barely get down what to say in a letter, but in person?

It feels impossible. 

He shakes his head and smiles to himself, he’ll do this the only way he knows how. 

“But until then, I hope you are doing well and enjoying yourself. Also, my robe has been SUPER soft since you gave it back to me, so I owe you! I’ll have more fofoca soon! Yours truly, Fit.” He covers his feelings with jokes, just like always.

Something that Pac probably figured out about him by now.

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The pain was nauseating, the wounds scoring down his chest to his stomach made him want to curl up and die. Fit was stuck in this cave for 2 weeks. 2 weeks surrounded by dead bodies and rock. 2 weeks of being on half a heart and unable to eat anything. The desire to go back to his old ways called to him, to consume the rotted flesh in front of him. He couldn’t do it, with everything Madagio told him– these were their friends, their fellow island members. 

--

Fit threw his head back in agony and screamed. He screamed until his lungs hurt, until his face grew red. He didn’t stop until he was sure the whole empty island heard him. His voice broke as he began to sob. Fit was stuck here, all alone. Things always came back to this, him all alone surrounded by the dead.

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How i want it to finish--- Something something he doesn't wanna eat people, he breaks down and cries, he screams at the bodies and Madagio, and regrets not telling Pac he loves him. He cries out that he loves him and that he wishes he can see him again. He thinks he's gonna die down here, he mentions that at least he’ll see Max and the dead eggs again, and maybe even get to punch Spreen for leaving him and Ramon.

[genevawrenn]

"Many things come back with the dust when you fall, but remorse is not one of them."

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Alternate ending to q!Hideduo on the QSMP, full of fluff and promises of a hopeful future protected by higher powers.

“Have you thought about getting married, Fitch?”

The anarchist is caught off guard by the question from his handsome boyfriend, lying beneath the stars atop the castle he received as a gift from his son. The waning moon highlighted Pac’s handsome features, the alcohol awash within his stomach certainly not helping his attraction to the man at his side.

It was the day after his birthday party, this evening was just for them. Ramón and Richarlyson had left a few hours ago, invited to the Town of Fobo for a sleepover by Leo and Sunny. On a date they both planned as a celebration for Fit’s birthday, they ended up on this balcony after finishing a whole bottle of Aypierre’s wine between them.

~~~

Fit and Pac get married and have their happily ever after with their family and friends, as they deserve.

Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist.

And a devil knelt over him and smiled.

~~~

Fit is an angel of Elysium with a lonely heart, after his death as a mortal he spends centuries working as bounty hunter while searching for his partner destined to become the one who fought at his side without question. After five centuries, he is tired and his guard slips on one of his hunts, leading to him being gravely injured. A demon appears in the aftermath and saves his life, being brought back together moons later when that devil is Fit's next target. After the capture fails spectacularly, Fit's heart is damned by the entrancing brunette he ends up nursing back to health.

Together in every universe because they choose to be, because their unfinished business is loving each other until love runs out. Because fate has no business meddling in matters of the soul and they tied their own strings. All it takes is a tug.

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A series of dates between an anarchist and an escaped prisoner post-Vaccus rescue, where Fit strives to show Pac just how much his heart means to him.

For those of us missing Hideduo [me], here's the three stories I've written surrounding them thus far. Filled with both angst and comfort, slow steps, and first confessions, I hope these provide the same warmth in your heart they gave me while writing them!

Enjoy!

"It doesn't matter if I get my memories back or not. It doesn’t matter if another demon gives me amnesia tomorrow. I know you: you’ll come find me again, you’ll come rescue me no matter what happens. You’ll come for me, and I’ll discover you all over again. I love you."

~~~

A non canon telling of Fit and Pac learning to trust and care for one another, mixed with a few of my own headcanons.

Finding love in the hints of shaky music and heavy aromas of roses, in the hesitant new beginnings of a starting courtship seeing the worst of each other and still accepting them no matter how battered or broken. They are both on their first dates and their forever partnership, forced together by horrifying circumstances but finding sanctuary in one another's arms and words.

~~~

Fit realises just how much Pac means to him after nearly losing him to the haze of Federation medicine, dedicating himself to treasuring the one who trusted the anarchist to protect him, both healing along the way.

Maybe soon, he’d be free of this cavern. Back closer to the skies he had been cut off from with a shred of hope he would see his family again. It was a desperate want, but with the appearance of the firefly he felt the smallest amount return. Perhaps there is a possibility he is lucky enough to lay eyes upon his world once more.

He felt his hold upon his sanity slipping, memories already burying themselves remembering the rancid feeling of rotting flesh between his teeth caked in blood. Holding close to the ones his soul called for, he hoped there was enough of him to save by the time he was freed from this pit.

~~~

Fit despairs in the cavern Madagio trapped him in while on a world far away a desperate man with an stubborn streak prepares to risk it all to save him.