#now THAT would make for a good Hideduo au

[royalarchivist]

Pac: In a- in a far far away tower, there used to live a prince called Fit, waiting for someone to climb over the top and save him!

Fit: [Laughs]

Pac: Kinda like Shrek, you know? [Laughs]

Fit: That's right. I've been waiting!

[Context: They were talking about how Fit's "house" looked like a tower / water tower.]

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Day three of Hideduo/FitPac Kiss Week – Small Peck & Hunter/Vampire AU

[ ao3 link here ] [ fic below cut! ]

Pac hums, watching from where he can see Fit slowly arrive at the mansion. 

This song and dance has been going on for a while now. Pac is not sure how long, but he does know that this has been the only thing making him look forward to for the centuries he’d been alive. The vampire hunter was so intriguing, so mysterious, and Pac was eager to uncover everything about him.

The vampire watched as the hunter reached the main entrance of the mansion, crossbow in hand, and took a deep breath before opening the door. He was greeted by the usual silence, with the occasional sound of water dripping, but no vampire.

It’s the same old routine. Fit walks into the large estate, looks around, eventually finds Pac in one of the dozens of rooms, fights him, and Pac manages to win or get away. The hunter’s attempts never changed, even after all the years of fighting, and Pac would always end up winning and frustrating the hunter.

It was like an unspoken game between the two. No one ever said anything, but it was obvious they were both enjoying it. They both enjoyed each other’s company, even if it was through combat.

Fit was quick to enter the mansion, looking around, listening carefully for any signs of life. The sound of the door closing echoed throughout the house, making the hunter a little anxious, but he pushed those feelings aside.

“You know, you’ve gotten pretty good at sneaking around.” Pac’s voice came from the left side of the foyer room, causing Fit to tense. The male looked over to the vampire who sat on a red velvet couch in the ballroom, his long legs crossed. Today he was wearing a silk, white shirt with ruffles along the bottom and blue designs, his dark hair a bit disheveled, but still looking elegant. His blue skin shone, which made his red eyes stand out more than usual.

Fit snorted. “And you’ve gotten a little less subtle.” Fit said, putting a hand on his hip.

The vampire giggled, shaking a hand. “You flatter me, Fitchi.”

Rolling his eyes with a hint of desperation, Fit didn’t say anything in response. He looked around, trying to find a way to approach the situation. This was odd, usually Pac would put in the effort to hide, not just sit and wait for him.

“So, how’s the weather outside?” Pac asked, trying to make small talk. He raised his legs to tuck them underneath himself, sitting in a more comfortable position.

The hunter raised an eyebrow. “Why are you asking?” He asked, narrowing his eyes and aiming his crossbow at the vampire’s head.

Pac shrugged. “I’m just making conversation.” He said, propping his head on top of his hand as he gazed at Fit. “Also, it’s kinda hard to see the weather when you’re a vampire– y’know, burning in the sun and stuff.”

“Hm.” Fit hummed, putting the crossbow down. “It’s a little cloudy today, might rain today but not too sure yet.”

A small smile formed on the vampire’s lips, and he nodded. "Seems fun." He says, his gaze softening. Pac felt a little strange talking about such mundane things, but he wasn’t against it. The vampire enjoyed any moment he had to talk to the hunter. “Fitch, can I ask something?” Pac asks, tilting his head to the side.

Fit nodded, shifting a little in his spot. “Sure, what’s on your mind?” He asks.

“Why do you keep coming back?” He asks, tilting his head as Fit tenses, not expecting the question. “It’s been months and you haven’t killed me, but you’re still coming back. Why? Do you have a vendetta or something?” He asks, crossing his arms.

The hunter sighs, his shoulders slumping as he stares at the floor. “...No, I don’t.” He admits.

“Then why? You’re a vampire hunter that has been tasked to kill me, and yet you don’t. You could easily leave and never come back, but you continue to show up. Why?” He asks, his red eyes focused on Fit.

Fit bites his lip, his hands gripping his crossbow tightly. He takes a deep breath and sighs, looking up at Pac. “...It’s nice to have a challenge once in a while.” He says, giving a weak smile.

Pac chuckles. “I’m not exactly a challenge.” He says, shaking his head. “You’re a great hunter, but I’m no match for you.”

“Don’t say that, Pac. You’re the only person who’s given me a run for my money– every time I think I have you caught, you slip away.” Fit says, giving an annoyed yet fond look. “And then I’m chasing you again. But it’s okay, I love the thrill.”

Pac’s eyebrows raise, his eyes wide. “Love? Is that so?” He asks, smirking.

Fit freezes, his face flushing. “I– uh…”

“Don’t worry, I feel the same.” Pac says, chuckling. “It’s been centuries since someone’s been able to catch me off guard like you do.” He stands, approaching the hunter. “So, what will you do now? Try and fight me or leave?”

Fit thinks for a second, watching the vampire approach. “I’m tired of running.” He says, putting his crossbow down. “I’d rather spend my time doing something else.”

The vampire stands up, walking towards the hunter. He extends a hand. “Will you dance with me?” He asks, smiling.

The hunter blinks, staring at the vampire's hand, before he smiles. “It would be my pleasure.” He says, grabbing his hand. Pac pulls him closer, the two now face to face, their bodies pressed against each other. Fit wraps his arms around the vampire’s waist, the other male wrapping his arms around the hunter’s neck.

They dance, slow and gentle, swaying from side to side as they gaze into each other’s eyes. The candles of the ballroom shine brightly, illuminating the two as they continue to dance. They continue until the sun goes down, and the night air is cold and silent. The pair slowly lean into each other, until their faces are only a few centimeters apart. 

“Hey Pac?” Asks the hunter, staring into the deep irises of the vampire.

The vampire hums. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry.” 

Pac feels a quick peck on his lips before a blade pierces his chest. The vampire’s eyes widen, and he gasps, looking down at the stake in the center of his chest. He looks back up, seeing Fit’s apologetic eyes as he feels blood start to seep out of the wound. 

“I’m so sorry.” Fit says, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he watched the blood pour out and the light leave Pac’s eyes. His cold body is getting colder, and he can feel the strength leave the other’s body. “I can’t let you live. I can’t .” Fit says, tears falling from his eyes.

The vampire smiles shakily, reaching a hand up and brushing the other male’s cheek, leaving a smear of his own blood on the hunter’s skin. His red eyes are dull and lifeless. “It’s okay.” He whispers. “Thank you for having one last dance with me.”

The hunter’s eyes widen. “What?” He asks, shocked.

“This is the first time... I’ve felt genuine happiness in years.” Pac whispers, a small smile forming on his lips. “It’s been centuries since I’ve danced with someone. And, it was with you. That’s all that matters to me.”

Regret washes over the hunter’s face, his expression full of guilt. He pulls back, watching the way Pac shakily collapses on the floor. He drops his weapon, kneeling down to the other male and pulling him close. “No, no no, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear I didn’t." He says, holding Pac in his arms. “I was blackmailed and– oh God, what have I done? ”

“It’s okay.” Pac whispers, smiling weakly. “I forgive you.” He says, his voice starting to trail off. He leans into the other male’s touch, his body getting colder. “Fitch?”

“Yeah?” The hunter asks, his voice shaky as he does his best to stop the bleeding with the few supplies he brought with him. But Pac has lost too much blood, which is dangerous. Even more considering he’s a vampire. “What?”

“I’m scared.” He whispers. “Will you stay with me until I pass?” He asks, looking up at the other male with wide eyes.

Fit nods. “Of course, I won’t leave your side.” He promises.

“Thank you.” Pac says, smiling. He feels the hunter pull him closer, the warmth of his body bringing a slight comfort to him. He hasn’t felt warmth in so long, and the sensation is nice. His eyes start to droop, his vision fading, but he keeps his gaze on the hunter.

The hunter watches as the other male slowly closes his eyes, his breath slowing down. An idea comes to mind. “Feed off me.” He says, catching the vampire off guard. “Drink my blood and turn me. Maybe we can run away and do this dance again.”

Pac blinks, looking at the other male. “What?” He asks, unsure if he heard the hunter right.

“Please, Pac, turn me.” Fit pleads. “We can run away together, you won’t have to die, and we can continue dancing forever. Please.” He begs, holding the vampire closer.

It’s quiet, Pac staring at the hunter with a mix of emotions. He leans his head on the other’s shoulder, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He can feel his fangs extend, his eyes going red. He turns his head, and without a word, his fangs pierce the hunter’s skin.

Fit’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t pull away, letting the vampire feed off of him. He can feel his body getting colder, his life fading away, but he doesn’t care. All he wants is to dance with Pac again, and he’ll do whatever it takes.

Once the vampire is done feeding, he pulls away, licking the blood off his lips. “Fit?” He asks, noticing the hunter is still and pale. “Fitch, are you okay?” He asks, cupping the other male’s cheeks and forcing him to look at the vampire.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Fit says, smiling. “Did it work?” He asks.

Pac stares at the hunter, his eyes widening when he sees the bite mark on his neck, a small trickle of blood coming out. He nods, his hands moving to his own neck. “I think so, but are you sure you want this?” He asks, looking concerned.

“I’m positive.” The ex-hunter says. “I want to be with you, together.”

And together they were. 

New hunters were advised to be wary of the couple that would haunt the mansion. It is said that every day exactly at sundown, the lights will come on, and the faint sound of music can be heard, with the echoes of laughter and chatter. Some hunters have dared to venture into the mansion, only to be greeted by a tall, dark figure that would chase them out and go back into the safety of the outside world. Others have heard the rumors of a beautiful vampire dancing with said figure in the darkness, and have stayed clear. It is not known how these rumors started, and no one knows how to prove or disprove the legend. The mystery of the mansion is still unsolved to this day, and will continue to be until the couple stops their dance.

But as they said, they have all the time in the world.

[poltergeist-coffee]

I am officially dead

But here I am again:D

Not much to say because my mind is kinda fried

BUT WHY THE HELL IS ROIER A RAT??? AND QUACKITY TOO

I mean, I'm not really surprised, it's Roier, this is exactly the type of random thing you should expect from him, but how did it happen???

Roier is one of the funniest people ever, I can't with that voice changer

AND MIKE IS FINALLY BACK YAAAAAAAAAS

My cubito/streamer is back:D

Look, I'm not saying Pac is my favorite character/streamer but... I mean, if he was, Mike would be too because it's Pac and Mike

I would draw him if it wasn't almost midnight and I was less dead and I didn't have to wake up early in the morning and hadn't I started at lesst 4 four drawings I didn't finish, but yeah, I will do it eventually:D

Cellbit and Baguera went full kill mode a few days ago, apparently

Good for them:D

We almost got a hideduo date, but of course, Pac had to be kidnapped:D

I love how those cyclopes workers kidnapped Tubbo and Pac, and then there was Etoiles. Who was bullying them

Etoiles is simply amazing

And then they went to Forever, saying, " we got you in an ultimatum" and he put one of them in jail

That's my president:D

AND SUNNY AND RAMON BECAME FRIENDS? YAAAAAAS

Them<3

Also, I want to say that Pepito is my child now, Pepito is literally a baby, and I love Pepito very much

And I've seen some posts of Chayanne and Forever interacting recently and... I love them, Chayanne beloved

We don't have guapoduo, nor hideduo, or pacmanduo, or frubbo, or teaduo

But apparently, we got sugarduo, so I guess it is the price to pay

Anyway, I hope everything is okay with you and that you have a happy holiday:D

If have anything to say about your aus or any other thoughts, please tell me, I'll be happy to hear

Hope you have a good day/night!

- 🍽

WELCOME BACK LOVELYYYYY I MISSED YOU PLATE ANON :DD

roier gave us the most liek 5 minutes heartbreaking acting and serious lore and then turned into a fucking rat so he could be silly and crazy asdkjnvsajnakj

me too king TT i keep starting drawings and then forget to finish them TT the amount of unfinished drawings i have is unreal but i want to do them all TT currently im drawing a lot of qpac and qetoiles hehe :3c its for a racing/formula 1 au ^-^

IT WAS SOOO COOL TO SEE BAGHERA AND CELLBTI FUKING RUNNING AROUND AND KILLING EVERYONE!! THAT WAS INSANE I LOVED IT!! THE WHOLE THING WAS SOO SO COOL

im worried about qforever ;-;; he tweeted something not too long ago about his cubito and a stream tomorrow like im so worried ;-;

YAA IM SO HAPPY RMAON AND SUMMY ARE FRIENDS :')) sunny has had such a hard time making friends and feels like none of the otehr islanders or eggs (besides pepito and empanada) like them so im so glad ramon likes her TT its so cute seeing her hang out with ramon and fit like aaah theyre so cute

EVERY DUO IS DEAD!!!! NO ONE IS MAKING IT OUT ALIVE!!! WE CAN'T HAVE SHIT ON THE QSMP

yaaa i hope everything is going well for you too king :")) its lovely to see a little message from you ^-^ happy holidays!!! i hope you get some rest and everything <33