#papp yellowil

[autisticroquebrilliante]

What's gayer being gay or whatever the fuck papp and roque got going on in the octopath traveler II epilogue

[abobobob]

I have a small hc that merchants and those who are devoted to Bifelgan have a special number, not necessarily a lucky number, but whenever something important happens in their lives, that number will be a part of it, either as is or divisible to that special number.

Obviously Papp’s and Partitio’s special number is 8, as Papp had life-changing things happen to him every 8 years and he had Partitio when he was 32. Partitio kinda inherited his father’s significant number and his once-every-8-years life changing experience. The number 8 appears in other parts of the game, like how Partitio has to make 80 billion leaves to buy the steam engine, goes on a journey in a party of 8 travelers, and is considered a chosen to Bifelgan, one of the 8 gods. He could also buy the boat for 80k leaves if you have a Silver Tongue NPC, too.

I also hc that Roque’s special number is 4, no real reason besides a) you fight him in Partitio’s chapter 4, b) his boss fight involves 4 different parts attacking you, c) he’s 60 years old in canon, which is divisible by 4, and d) he chosen 80 billion leaves to sell the steam engine, with 8 being divisible by 4 as well.

[moresrush]

Y'ALL KNOW @autisticroquebrilliante SLID ME MONEY TO DRAW THE OLD MAN YAOI!! THAT'S WHAT IT'S ABOUT!! HUSBANDS!! 40+ AND FUCKING DIVORCED ... but maychance they will renew their vows and be happy about it. What then. Huh? What.

[spitblaze]

i dont know who im kidding there was no way i wasnt gonna instantly love the thief

[partitioshugenaturals]

[nicandragon]

Papp, Roque, and their son!!!

Happily married (before the divorce)

[auncyen]

a brief note beforehand: this is an AU where Hikari ran away as a young teenager and ended up in Oresrush.

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Partitio tells Papp about Roque being the landowner the same night he learns it. It's harsh medicine, to be sure, but Papp's glad he's not being mollycoddled just because he's sick. Better to know Roque's true colors so he could put the forlorn hope of seeing an old friend again out of its misery. He'll focus on getting better for his boys instead.

But as the days progress, even though he's still sleeping for more hours of them than he'd like, he starts suspecting the boys have kept something from him.

"Didn't know I was livin' with an octopuff," he comments when Partitio brings him a meal. Is this a late lunch or an early dinner? Gods, Papp misses having a schedule and knowing what time of day it is.

"Huh?"

"What's Hikari been doing? Feels like I've barely seen him."

Partitio pauses, and that alone tells Papp he's right. Something else has been going on since his boys went to teach Giff a lesson. "He's...been preoccupied. Up in his head."

"He better not be sleeping on the porch again."

Partitio grimaces, though he tries to recover with a weak attempt at humor: "Don't remind him, he might get ideas?"

"I want to know what happened."

Again, a long pause, so uncharacteristic of this son, as Partitio stares at the peeling wallpaper like it might give him answers. Then his shoulders sink, his head sagging into his hands before he picks himself back up and looks Papp in the eye. "Well, you remember why he was sleeping on the porch?"

"Yeah, I remember that load o' nonsense. Kept calling himself 'dangerous'." Gods, what a trial it'd been getting Hikari in. Back then he'd been a scrawny thing, only thirteen and skinny as a stick from foraging, looking like a wild thing until he opened his mouth and spoke proper as you please. 'Would you mind trading with me?' 'Yes, I am on my own.' 'No, thank you, I don't need help.' 'Thank you, but I don't think I'd be good company.' 'I don't want to hurt anyone. I need to be alone.'

Papp never tried to force Hikari into accepting help, because with how skittish he'd been he might have made like an octopuff and skipped town. Or maybe he really would have lashed out, but not because he was dangerous; because he was still a child and terrified of something. Hikari had only ever pointed out himself as a danger, but up until merchants from Hinoeuma stopped coming entirely, Papp had seen how any stranger from what had to be Hikari's original home set the boy on edge, even as he tried to mask it with a polite smile.

Instead Papp had tried to offer as much help as he could in ways Hikari would accept. Helping him get what he needed by trading. Telling him about the other townsfolk so he might feel more comfortable with them, and warning him of the rare bad apple to avoid. Talking with him. Just talking, hoping the next time he offered a place to stay the kid would accept.

The morning after a rare storm, Papp had stepped out onto the porch and immediately spotted Hikari curled up into a ball in the corner, asleep and burning up with fever. At that point it wasn't up for debate: he needed a roof over his head and a proper bed as he recovered. Even feverish, he'd fussed about that for a while, but then the worrying had started to drift off, the boy's voice turning to wonder.

'He's finally quiet.'

Papp still isn't sure exactly what that had meant. But it'd suddenly been a lot easier to convince Hikari to stay in the house, even if he'd stubbornly insisted on trying to repay the Yellowils in any way possible, like he didn't realize he was one himself.

"'Kari's not--he'd never hurt you or me, I know that," Partitio blurts. "He was good an' ready to kill Giff. He wasn't himself. Just, the way he was movin' and fightin'...and then nearly screamin' at Giff that he wouldn't let another lowlife thief steal you away... It spooked me a little. It spooked him a lot."

[gascon-en-exil]

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Three decades of angst and technically public sex with first-time bottoming, whee!

(This is also the oldest of the old man yaoi in this fic, with Papp a well-preserved 56 and Roque rather less well-preserved at 60...but he survives it.)