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Guapaduo-true love waits

From:atthebell

Roier isn't sure what to expect when another boat arrives in the bay. He hasn't let himself hope too much that anyone else had survived, didn't want to have that taken away from him, too, but when he approaches the shore, there's a ridiculous pirate flag flapping in the wind and the sound of Jaiden laughing that reassures him that this time, maybe, he was right not to assume he was alone again.

He leaps onboard before it's even docked, shooting a web onto the funnel so he can soar onto the deck, and he's face to face with Foolish immediately. His dad wraps him in a crushing hug, giggling at the sight of him, and then catches Leo as she comes flying through the air as well.

"You made it? How the fuck did you survive– Did–"

"Roier!" A body flies into him from behind, wings smacking him over the head, and then his arms are full of Jaiden, tears in her eyes, laughing and windswept and sunburnt from weeks at sea.

"Jaiden, what the fuck," he murmurs, pulling her close and rocking them back and forth. "I thought– I thought I would never fucking see you again, holy shit."

"I thought maybe that was it for me too, y'know," she grins as she pulls back. "A nuke would've been a pretty cool way to go! But nah, we turned out alright."

"I'm glad," he says, and looking at her always hurts a little, always the sting of a reminder of what once was, but this time it's overtaken by relief, the way she leans into his shoulder like a comfortable weight. He hopes he never has to lose her again.

Other people are climbing onto the ship, now, hugs all around and voices calling and stories being exchanged. Roier looks around for a moment before looking back at Jaiden.

"Is he–"

"Guapito!"

He spins to see Cellbit climbing up from below deck, still wearing the same filthy clothes he had been when they started running from that bomb, covered in dried blood and sweat and dirt. Roier has never been so relieved to see someone so in need of a bath.

"Gatinho," he says, and when Cellbit gets close enough he nearly barrels him over with a hug, pulls him as tight as he can into his chest and buries his face in his neck.

"You need a fucking shower, gatinho," he mutters, and Cellbit laughs like he just told the funniest joke he's ever heard, almost hysterically loud.

"That's the first thing you say to me?" He says, and then, "It's not Saturday." His voice, still filled with laughter, is also thick.

Roier pulls back to look at him. His eyes are shiny, tears gathering in the corners and falling down his face, and Roier runs one thumb over his cheek to swipe it away.

"Cellbo, Cellbo," he murmurs, gaze flitting over him like he might disappear again.

He holds his face in his hands and peppers kisses across it before smacking one in the middle of his forehead as Cellbit laughs and then leans into his grip.

"Mine, mine, mine," he murmurs, kissing a line down his nose before meeting his lips. He kisses Cellbit softly, like he's scared he isn't real, like he's going to break into pieces the moment he gets too close. "Never letting you go."

Cellbit nods and presses his face into his neck this time. "You won't have to, guapito, I won't– I'm here, for good."

Roier shakes his head.

"If you ever fucking leave me like that again," he says, "I'll chase you down in hell, and you'll never leave my fucking sight again. You think divorce is bad, you will never get rid of me for the rest of eternity."

Cellbit laughs, kissing his shoulder.

"I promise," he murmurs, and he already made that promise, really, but Roier will take every vow that Cellbit gives him, will carve each promise into his heart because he refuses to lose faith in the one person who seems to always come back.

He pulls back and kisses him again, this time nearly bending him backwards to press close, and Cellbit kisses him back for all he's worth, like he was starved of breath without him and they can both finally take in enough air.

"You're like a cockroach, gatinho," he finally says when they both pull away, grinning wildly. "Can't fucking get rid of you."

Cellbit rolls his eyes, but he's sniffing and pressing into Roier's side like he's going to burrow inside his chest and live there forever. Roier hopes he does, hopes he curls up there between his organs, tucked beneath his ribcage.

"I promise, I promise, never again, guapito," he says, and he keeps repeating it until finally Pac clambers over the railing, yanking Forever up beside him. Richas follows behind and a mooshroom head is suddenly buried into their stomachs.

"Richarlyson, Richarlyson, meu filho," Cellbit starts to sob, and he kneels down to pull Richas into his chest, Roier settling beside them with a hand on Richas' back.

Tears spill from his cheeks as he watches Richas clench his fists in Cellbit's shirt before punching his chest, doing it again and again until he's pounding his fists against him and crying, fat tears rolling down his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Richas," Cellbit says, more contrite than Roier's ever heard him, and he remembers how terrified Richas was the first time his father disappeared without a trace, everyone unsure of where he was or if he was alive. The way he tore into the favela and into Cellbit's chest after they rescued him and how Cellbit has, once again, broken a promise he swore he'd keep.

But Richas can't stay angry for long, fury fading into broken sobs, and soon he slumps against Cellbit and presses his face into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his ribs.

Roier leans against Cellbit's shoulder, runs his hand over Richarlyson's hair.

"He's back," he whispers, and his voice is shot already, shaky with relief. "You came back to us."

Cellbit buries his face in Richas' curls, one arm reaching out to pull Roier tight against his side. Forever kneels to press himself over Cellbits back, swearing into his ear, and Cellbit laughs, leaning against him and tugging him around him, Pac curling up beside Roier to drape himself onto the pile.

"I'm sorry," Cellbit whispers again, voice broken. The words don't make any sense, because the apology is both beyond necessary and irrelevant. He chose to stay, broke promises to all of them. He came back, and all is forgiven.

Later, curled around each other in bed, Cellbit blinks sleepily at him, caught on the edge of sleep.

Roier pulls their linked hands up to brush his lips against his knuckles.

"Go to sleep, gatinho."

Cellbit finally shuts his eyes and Roier watches his breath slow, his chest rising and falling. He lies there for most of the night like that, watching every sign of life in his husband. When the sun rises he lays over Cellbit's chest and finally closes his eyes.

"Stay," he murmurs when he feels Cellbit's first stirrings.

"Okay," he whispers. The hand on his back is warm and present. Roier knows he'll open his eyes to Cellbit's again when he wakes.