Pedro Pascal/Character

Pedro Pascal 3 (Part 2)

He proposes. Has the wedding at the end too. :D 

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You and Pedro had been dating for almost two years. Working alongside each other on the Mandalorian was how you met, and exploring the characters feelings for each other had led the two of you to develop some feelings of your own. 

The Last of Us was your latest project, and you and Pedro had essentially adopted Bella Ramsey into your clan, which worked well for the dynamic on the set. 

Her character was an obnoxious teenage girl, immune to the fungus that threatened mankind, and Pedros character, Joel had to escort her across the USA to a Firefly base, while also searching for his brother in Wyoming. Your character was Joels best friend, Lara, who was the best with any sidearm, but Joel beat her with a rifle.

You were midway through a scene, the skill of the makeup artist making you look slightly older, with a few battle scars littering the exposed skin. Not that there was much of it. You had argued for days about the idiocy of Lara wearing basically underwear while Joel and Ellie were wrapped in winter clothes. It wouldn't make sense. Both Pedro and Bella had joined your agument, and now you got to wear torn jeans, and an oversized coat, that was intended for Joel, but he had three different ones. It would also show the closeness between your characters, with one wearing the others clothes. 

"So, what makes you so special?" You glanced at the kid, frowning. Most of your expression in your eyes. Lara didn't strike you as a person to show much on her face, much like Joel. The two of you had spent hours going over the script, and had even spent a full two days in character together, just trying to get a feel for them as people.

Ellie was very expressionate. Loud, annoying. Hadn't quite learned all the dangers of the world, and not just the infected. "My fucking personality." She rolled her eyes. Joels hand fell on your shoulder, drifting to your lower back.  

"Answer her." His tone was gruff, annoyance clear. You could barely feel him through the thickness of the coats padding. 

"I don't know. They said something about a cure." Ellie spat, taking a switchblade from her pocket. You tensed up, sensing Joel had done the same beside you. An unspoken agreement passed between your two characters. 

"That's a wrap for today!" The director, Kantemir, called out. You gave Pedro a soft smile, and he leaned to kiss your cheek. 

You didn't get a chance to react as he scooped you into his arms, carrying you away from the set. Laughing, you set your head on his shoulder. "José, you better not be kidnapping me." 

"As reasonable as that is, my love. I have other ways of keeping you by my side forever." He smiled down at you, setting you back on your feet. "I was going to wait, but.." He tailed off, helping you into a waiting cab. 

You trusted him, but his words left questions in your mind. Opening your mouth to ask them, he shook his head, placing his finger on your lips. 

~~

He took you to the exact hotel room where you'd first gone over the scenes to Mandalorian, over two years ago now. You were staring at the chair where he'd sat, the memories flowing warmly into your system. 

"My love?" 

You turned.

He was down on one knee, offering you a ring, his cheeks coloured, nerves dancing in his beautiful brown eyes, his messy curls swept back, the remnants of Joel clinging to your Pedro. 

"I told you I wanted you by my side, angel." He smiled. "And I mean it. It's you and me forever, I'm never letting go of you. Will you be mine, to have and to hold, until death parts us?" 

Your heart felt like it was going to burst, your hand finding his cheek, lifting him. He was willing under your touch, and you kissed him deeply, tangling your hands in his curls. "If you'll be mine."

"Always." 

~~

The wedding was a quiet affair. Pedro didn't like the press being all in his personal life, so just had family and a few friends on his side. You had your family, and a few old friends, but not many. Today was about you and him. 

Too soon, the ceremony was over, your vows spoken, both of you sworn to the other, in sickness and in health, and the reception was in full swing. Dancing with your husband was like floating on air. You'd worn a dress, naturally, but it wasn't too-revealing, or too-prude. It was yours, and suited you perfectly. It was also easy to slip off, which would surely be useful later, with the way Pedros eyes were looking at you, like you were the only thing in the world. 

That night, you fell asleep in the arms of your husband. There was something you'd always wanted to do, but had never been able to. 

"Goodnight, Mr Pascal." You hummed, kissing his jaw. 

You felt his smile curve against your forehead. "Goodnight, Mrs Pascal." He knew exactly what you wanted, pressing a kiss to the same place you'd felt his smile. 

Mrs Pascal.

Those were words you would never tire of hearing, that was for sure.

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890 words. 

Not quite as long as part 1, but here we are. 

In case you couldn't tell, I have not been to a wedding recently. Nor have I been proposed to. This is literally stuff I have pulled out of the dregs of my mind, the part not hyped on coffee and sugar that is. :D 

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