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Warm and safe.
High above the ground two souls were entwined with each other as close as they physically could be, the shorter of the two tucked into the broad chest of the veteran who sheltered him with everything he had revelling in how this exact moment felt.
The soft feelings of being utterly safe wrapped around Fit's heart and filled in the cracks like gold across delicate ceramics, highlighting the flaws and instead turning them into new beginnings. When he arrived here Fit certainly hadn't expected to make any type of attachments but it seems fate had other ideas, gifting him a son before presenting someone who had him questioning his sturdy morals of many long, bloody years.
Pac snuggled close, his midnight tresses catching in Fit's stubble which was a ticklish sensation but the taller man didn't dare move, treasuring exactly how this moment felt. Per usual, he woke up as the dawn sun crested the horizon as Pac continued to slumber, he wouldn't rise for a while yet but Fit was perfectly content to wait. Especially today, their children had gone for a sleepover at Tubbo's leaving them to have the day to themselves as a couple.
Only shifting the smallest amount, Fit allows his hazel gaze to fall upon his partner through everything, the one he compromised his whole belief system for and broke rules of his binding contract in favour of. The stunning brunette's handsome features were gentle in his sleep, missing the worries that usually crinkled his brow and tugged down the cupid's bow of his entrancing lips. The tiny wrinkles around his eyes remained, showing that despite the pain he endured he had also experienced much joy, permanently etching the laugher around the corners of his endless eyes. He hoped to spend many more moons with this man who encouraged him to become the best version of himself, he wanted to watch Pac's handsome features crease with age and wisdom eternally thankful he got the chance to spend a lifetime at his partner's side.
It was a delight and a privilege to hold the Brazilian's hand and fight at his side, something Fit never quite felt he deserved but he was determined to never let it go. Reflecting on their time together under the slowly brightening sky a tired smile crosses his own scarred lips, leaning down to ever so softly press them to the crown of Pac's head. Making a happy noise deep within his throat, his partner snuggled even closer as Fit adjusts the blankets to properly cover them once more as gingerly as he can.
Fit's bedroll was only ever meant for one but Pac never seemed to care, declaring all the more reason to cuddle close with that tricksy affection that had drawn the veteran's attention immediately all those moons ago when they first met. His light teasing and silly antics never failed to make Fit laugh, they only filled Fit with determination to spend the rest of his days coaxing that sound out from his beautiful boyfriend.
His eyes catch the small photo Ramón had tacked to his wall and the sight tosses him back to that day, it was a lovely sunny morning when Phil had invited them all out to a picnic. The crow hybrid whose friendship with Fit extended centuries, Phil's platonic husband Missa, and their two children Chayanne and Lullah had laid out a blanket in the flower fields spreading across the middle between his and Cellbit's home. Richas and Ramón had run themselves ragged chasing the crow and reaper's children, Phil capturing a thousand frozen moments using the photography skills he'd been practising. After they had worn themselves out they ate a delicious potluck lunch together where Phil had provided the main dish and Fit brought a couple of sides to accompany, Phil insisted on taking family portraits of the two families in attendance, handing over his camera to Fit when it was his turn.
The veteran admires the sheer joy that was printed using special ink upon paper, understanding why Phil's home was filled with hundreds of photos now whether they were bound in albums or lying loose yet to be organized as such. He debated starting his own album soon and seeing if Phil didn't mind copying some of the ones he had taken in the past, though Fit doubted that would be a problem.
Admiring who was embraced against his chest, Fit's attention is drawn back to the overwhelming safety he is experiencing in this exact moment and wonders about how far he has come. Once this would have been an unthinkable act of trust, allowing himself to be vulnerable around another especially while he was unconscious but this world had forced him to reconsider a lot of his prior habits, and now he didn't sleep well unless he was wrapped in Pac's muscular arms.
Pac's love was unconditional and complete, it was warm summer days on a meadow full of tall emerald green grasses brushing against each other in a delicate breeze. His affection ran as deep as the primordial ocean that shaped the land, rushing against his stone-thick walls under they were rounded and accepting of his unending devotion. His tenderness took Fit's breath away constantly, allowing Fit to expose his deepest shames and know implicitly Pac would never judge him, his wonderful partner would give him comfort and grounding touch in the form of constantly clasped hands or tight hugs when he felt he was shattering to pieces. The endearment each shared with each other kept each other warm at night and accompanied them throughout the day knowing they had someone to watch their back.
For Fit, this relationship had melted his ice-cold heart slowly and filled it impossibly deep with love. For Pac, it gave him someone who would unquestioningly defend him even from his own destructive thoughts. They exposed their jagged edges of their souls where life had broken them and found only fierce healing of the bruises and breaks.
It was imperfectly perfect, and it was entirely them.
Fit couldn't imagine spending this life with anyone else now, a feeling that both terrified him and brought an immense sense of relief. They were everything as long as they stood by one another; between partners in crime when the time demands it to parents protecting those they were assigned to protect but quickly grew to love as if they had created their children themselves.
A yawn interrupts his thoughts, Pac slowly coming too as the sun indicates it is just past dawn, Fit leaning down to kiss Pac's forehead as his beautiful world lights up with a sleepy smile.
"Good morning, meu amor."
"Morning, handsome." Fit's deep voice is even more so in the morning air, leaving Pac shivering with an affectionate expression as he awakens slowly starting to pull away before the veteran makes a noise of protest. "Not yet…"
Pac giggles, reaching up to clasp hands with Fit as he moves closer. "Five more minutes?"
"Five more minutes."
As their eyes closed once more, getting lost in the sense of how warm and protected they were, they spent much more than five minutes enjoying the slow morning they faced. An event both hoped could happen a thousand times more, wrapped in their sanctuary away from life's turmoils and troubles, they let a light slumber claim them while memorizing how it felt to hold one another so impossibly close their souls may merge together forever.