#and i'm guessing the added question was about pedro pascal

[avenging-fandoms]

slow makeouts with pedro after a big event🫣winding down after all that socializing maybe the reader and pedro just had a movie coming out with the two of them and people are loosing their minds about it asking if they’re together

Pedro Pascal Masterlist 1

Pedro Pascal Masterlist 2

You stood on the red carpet for your new movie and posed for the cameras. You moved down the carpet and saw an interviewer, greeting her hello and making small talk.

"So, I don't know how often you look on Twitter, but everyone seems to think that you and Pedro are a thing after watching this movie"

"Really? I guess that means we're just really good actors, right?" You wink and you both laugh. "I just play his girlfriend, Pedro and I get along very well. I think that's why people think we're together"

Thankfully the interviewer didn't ask anymore questions like that and you soon left, hearing a faint whistle. You turn around and smile, Pedro speed walking over to you and squeezing you tightly.

"You look gorgeous, mí amor. I wish we could go home now" He whispered and you laugh, rubbing his back and you two took pictures on the carpet together.

Pedro wasn't one for flaunting his relationship. He liked to keep it to himself so no one's opinions were coming at him or his partner. He got asked many questions about you and he just gushed about you, which added more fire to the flame of dating speculations.

You made it off the carpet, heading inside and beelining for the bar. You order a drink and wave hello to a few people. "You made it off the carpet, heading inside and beelining for the bar. You order a drink and wave hello to a few people. "I just cannot keep my eyes off of you. I find you in every single crowded room" Pedro's hand held your waist and you smile, giving him a proper hug.

"You look so wonderful in pink, honey" You eye him up and down and rub his bicep with your straw between your lips. "Would probably look better on our bedroom floor"

"Cool it, princesa. We're in public" you smile and Pedro returns one, rubbing your back. "Although it's very hard to not just take a bite of you right now" his voice was low, and his eyes were melting you away.

"Figuratively or literally?" You smirk and he laughs, biting your arm. "Ouch, Pey" you pout and rub over the area, Pedro laughing at the faint teeth marks. Pedro's love language was physical touch - and biting.

You two head into the theatre and everyone claps as the cast stood on the stage, a microphone being passed to everyone. "I would just like to start off, if that's okay" Pedro spoke and you look at him, nothing but love in your eyes. "I just wanted to say I am eternally grateful to have worked with such amazing people who became.. so special to me" His eyes met yours.

Suddenly it was just him in the room, and your eyes never left his face. He finished his speech and you clap with everyone else, letting other people get a chance to speak. It got to your turn and you took a deep breath. Even as an actor who had to speak in front of cameras, you still got very nervous on a microphone.

Pedro noticed you holding your stomach and placed a hand on your back, rubbing his thumb over your exposed skin and you smiled. "This cast.. this crew. You all have become my family, people who want love me no matter my faults or blooper reels" the room laughed and Pedro dropped his hand, standing a bit closer to you. "I'm grateful to be here, and I'm so thankful for everyone who helped bring this film to life"

You pass the microphone to the host and everyone claps and stands up, Pedro taking your hand and holding it up, the both of you looking at each other. You take his other hand and you both pretend to scream, making each other double over in laughter.

-

You were exhausted. Interviewers and even other actors asking about you and Pedro. Dancing with everyone, drinking and screaming in celebration. Now, you wanted to go home and lay in bed.

You got into the car first, closing the door and the driver did a circle around the building and you scooted to the far side of the car, the door opening again and in came Pedro. He waved and shut the door quickly, giggling at you hiding in the corner and the driver rolled up the partition.

"Windows are tinted, hermosa. Get over here" You smile and crawl over to Pedro, hand on his thigh with his finger under your chin as you kiss him slowly. "I've been wanting this all night, I've missed you"

"Yeah but don't forget you sneakily putting your hand on my thigh during that whole movie" Your fingers played with the curls on the back of his head.

"Can't help touching you" he shrugged and smiled, kissing you again with his fingers wrapping around the back of your neck and drinking in every bit of you.

-

Pedro held your hand as you two walked inside your condo, a small number of cardboard boxes still scattered around the place as you and Pedro had just moved in almost 2 months ago. You both were crazy busy for weeks, but your cat, Cheese, didn't seem to mind all the boxes.

"Oh, look at this baby" Pedro laid softly next to the tabby cat and he chirped, pushing his head against Pedro's nose as he scratched behind his ear.

You laid on the other side of Cheese, running a hand down his back and kissing his head. "Don't worry, mommy and daddy aren't busy for another month so we're gonna make it up to you" You pitched your voice up and Pedro stared, taking a picture as you kissed your cat.

You followed the 2 year old to his dish, Pedro's eyes heavy as he sat up. You gave Cheese some food and squatted next to him, petting his back while he purred and chomped away.

You head back into the room where Pedro took off his belt and your hazy eyes watch every move of his fingers.

"Can you unzip me, Pedro?" He hums and you turn around. He pushes your hair over your shoulder, unzipping slowly until he reaches the bottom. His lips drag against your shoulder blades, making you stand up straight and lean into him.

Your dress falls as you both sway softly, his arm over your chest with your eyes closed. He kissed your jaw and you stood up, hanging up your dress and taking off your bra and underwear. You slid on Pedro's Purple Rain t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, looking at Pedro who stood in front of the mirror with his shirt unbuttoned and tie loose around his shoulders.

If you weren't so tired, you would jump him right then and there. You head to the bathroom and took out all your clips and bobby pins, putting your hair up. You wash your face of your makeup and grab your toothbrush, Pedro tapping your butt as he walked passed you in his pajamas.

He also grabbed his toothbrush, giving you and himself some toothpaste. You both brush your teeth in silence and you lean against him, closing your eyes. He rubs your back as you spit out your toothpaste, then he does as well. You rinse out your mouths and head into bed.

Pedro turns off the light and you turn on your lamp. Pedro lays on his side with his back towards you and you gasp softly. You bite his shoulder and he yelps, turning over and tapping your forehead. "That hurt!"

"Payback" You giggle and he sighs, rubbing his hand over your cheeks a few times before resting it and rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. He pulls you in and kisses you softly, pulling away and pushing his nose up against yours.

"How many questions about us did you get?" You whisper and he rolls his eyes. "Every interviewer I met with asked about you and I for almost the whole interview"

"As much as I love to talk about you, I wish they would stop asking. This is why we don't want to go public for a while. Could you imagine if we confirmed it?" He mumbled, kissing you between words. "They would be up our asses even more"

"I like being your secret" you wink and his hand smooths over your hips, pulling you in as he kissed your neck. He hums as his hand falls underneath your shirt, rubbing your back slowly as your leg traps his hip.

Your fingers grip his hair as you kiss him slowly, his bicep flexing against your rib cage. He hums softly as he breathes out when you adjust your hips.

“You are a dream” he whispers and pushes his fingers into your back and dragging down your spine, making you arch your back. Pedro kissed your chest as you tilted your head back.

Your hand falls down his chest, over his ribs while pushing your foot to his. You place your head on his bicep and closed your eyes as he kissed your face softly.

“I love you, sweetheart” he mumbles into your hair and you smile, planting a kiss to his chest.

“I love you, Pedrito”

Pedro huffed as Cheese jumped on his side and you laugh, but not too hard so you scared Cheese.

You all settled into bed, your back against Pedro’s front with his arm underneath the pillow you laid on. Cheese laid against your stomach as your arm draped over him and rested your hand in Pedro’s palm.

[ankhmutes]

Sinful Sunday

I guess this could be any Pedro Pascal character, I kept it generic enough that it could be pre-outbreak Joel, Javi, Frankie, or any modern character of Pedro's.

I’m trying something new. I can’t decide which pedro pascal character to use, so… I do have to thank @chaotic-mystery for inspiration, I saw a fic earlier by one of her mutuals Gracie and kind of ran with it.....

Sorry, no minors under the cut.

Warnings: semi-public sexual indecent act in a church (ish?) swearing, graphic mentions of sex I'm trying! I'm new at this warning thing...

It had been a long time since he had set foot into the building, but he had decided to try, just to make a good impression. He had gone for years wen he was younger, naturally, but he fell out of habit when he left home. 

Now… 

He was sitting in the fourth row, not quite front, but not too far into the center that he would stand out if he tried to leave. He kept shifting in his seat as he tried to get comfortable in the hard pews. The flimsy excuse they had for cushioning wasn’t cutting it, not after the long-ass night he had spent in your bed, and it was worth it. He had exhausted himself pleasuring you, spent hours eating you out and wringing orgasm after orgasm out of your destroyed pussy before slamming his hard hot dick into it making you cry his name over and over as he pulled several orgasms you didn’t know you had left in you. 

His back was aching, and he smirked to himself as he remembered that move he had done, that had you gasping loud enough to scare the dog. He still managed to impress even himself, in his middle age, that he could make a young thing like you lust after him like he was something like that Daryl Dixon fellow from the Walking Dead show. 

He felt a faint buzzing in his shirt pocket, he shifted as he grabbed his phone, feeling around for his non-existent reading glasses that he had left behind in his truck. He squinted, seeing your name flash on the screen- 

My girlfriend💕

When had you changed it? It used to be your name, but you had gotten ahold of his phone and put in something with hearts on it and crap that he couldn’t figure out how to fix. He brushed his thumb up, opening the screen and he frowned. You were sending him fruit? Peaches? 

🍑

Then it hit him. He remembered you trying to teach him about emojis. Peaches- they meant something but what? He racked his brain, trying to remember when the phone buzzed again, and his memory was suddenly and very thoroughly refreshed. 

Ass. 

More accurately, your ass framed by a gorgeous crotchless pair of panties, an butt plug in it,

Stretching myself nice and wide open for you

The one you had shown him last night, teasing him as you straddled him on the couch.

The phone vibrated again, and he could feel his dick hardening instantly, almost as if an Pavlovian response, anticipating more of your teasing. 

“Are you okay? Is it an emergency?” your brother asked, leaning into his shoulder as he scrambled to slide the phone into a pocket. 

“No- just a… busy day, lots of questions, because I’m gone.” he said, adding on some other excuse, his brother would buy it. He knew his brother would believe anything if it tied into work. It always worked, no one understood completely about work, but it was always a good excuse. 

A moment later he reached for his phone, adjusting himself discreetly and fixing his belt. His thumb flicked again, and there you were. 

Spread eagle on the coverlet, a delicate scrap of lace masquerading as a nightie- or was it shirt? He didn’t care, he was too focused on the nipples that lay underneath, adorned with – was it his tie? So that’s where his tie went, he thought to himself as his mouth went dry. 

All Tied Up ...

Six buzzes later, he was painfully hard and trying not to jump out of his seat every time he felt a buzz. 

It had gone from nudes, to close ups, to tiny, short videos. 

Now it was video, with audio. He had mistakenly opened one, and your quiet moaning and whimpering his name as he listened to you come, your wet pussy audibly being toyed with had filled his ears. He had scrambled for his bluetooth thing, jamming it into his ear. He was glad that he had learned enough about bluetooth to know it was streaming directly in his ear, and he listened to every bit of that video - twice- while the phone laid in his breast pocket, right next to his beating heart. 

“hot, mi hijo?” his mother asked, leaning forward as she looked at him with concern,  patting his knee and starting to fuss over him slightly. “You’re so flushed, are you all right?”

“Y– yeah, Imma go pee, cool off for a sec.” he said with a nod as he fidgeted slightly, making sure his rock-hard dick was hidden behind a bible he had grabbed to walk down the aisle quickly, nodding his apologies as he left into the foyer, his eyes checking for the closest bathroom. He suddenly turned, choosing to ditch the bible and sliding outside into the parking lot, sprinting for his truck. Leaping into the truck and slamming the door quietly, he let out a long sigh. 

Undoing his belt, his hands slid down as he tugged the zipper open. 

A knock on the door made him scream. 

You smirked at him, your eyes glinting with mischief. 

“Miss me?”

"Motherfucker...”

You slid into his truck, scooting forward and shutting the door. You immediately slide down to the floor, your mouth moving up to cover his cock and take him in your mouth before he could even say your name. 

His dick burned in your mouth, you could feel it pulsing with each beat of his heart. He was so rock hard, the cum starting to ooze out of the slit. Your tongue slid around it, tasting it delicately as your hand fondled his balls, and he let out a long sigh, a hand sliding down to brush your long hair out of your face, helping you set your rhythm. 

You could feel him hold back, you knew all he wanted to do was ram your mouth down on his dick, and make you take all of him down your throat. 

He was going to hell. 

It didn’t take long, his other hand finding its way to your wet pussy, fingers sliding in and out of your slit around your thong under the flimsy excuse of a sundress you had been wearing. His rhythm sped up to match your own ministrations, the both of you working in tandem to bring yourselves to orgasm almost at the same moment. 

“Fuck! Oh jesus. Fuck, what…” he gasped out, half afraid he was going to hell for coming in a church parking lot, the hot come shooting down your throat, you gulping down every drop as if your life depended on it. You had been thirsty for him all morning, and his come was like nectar of the gods, the heat warming your belly.  Your orgasm hit you right after, his hands moving just right, hitting the right spot to make you see stars, your walls squeezing his fingers so tightly, he wasn’t sure he could feel his fingers. 

“Oh god. We’re going to hell.” he said after a beat, half-laughing as he leaned back, catching his breath as you moved up from the bucket seat in the truck. “Baby, how did you find me?”

“Your phone.” you said with a laugh as you licked his come off your lips. You could see he would be hard again, just from the heated gaze you felt from his eyes on your lips. 

The loud chattering and bells brought the both of you back to reality. 

“Shitshitshitshit…” he muttered to himself as he tucked himself back in his jeans, did up his belt and shirt and became presentable again. He looked up, only to find you had disappeared. You were like a fucking ghost, but he didn’t care. He knew just where to find you later. 

His phone buzzed one last time as he was walking back to the church to help his mother set up for the seniors potluck. You had no panties on, your pussy dripping wet. He gulped, sliding a hand in his pocket and finding your panties, soaked with your juices from your orgasm he had given you earlier. He blushed, digging his hand deep in his pocket, making sure it wouldn't accidentally come out.

He knew just where to find you, and that fucking potluck couldn’t end soon enough so he could get back to business. Or rather, back to the business he would much rather attend to, rather than socialize with his mother and her friends at a church potluck, but he did have the pictures and videos to keep him company…

Until he nearly choked on his own drool, when you sent that video of you in his shirt using a toy to pleasure yourself, coming so hard you squirted all over his bed. 

“Ma. Go. Now.” 

[theythinkimabitch]

Tagged by the lovely @sirtadcooper! Thank you!! ❤️

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[fandomdaydreamer]

The Lighthouse and The Ocean

Pt 17

The Chapel

Pairing: Pedro Pascal/OFC

Warnings: some dirty talk, I went overboard with the fluff

Summary: Pedro and Nini visit a wonderful place and meet very nice people and then they get married. Wait, what?

Notes: Also find this fic on Ao3 -here- or the series' Masterlist and Playlist -here-

Length: 9.2k

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The Chapel

"Wait, don't I know you?" A large truck, loaded with a hell of a lot of broccoli had stopped next to us. The woman inside killed the engine, ripped her sunglasses off and emitted a little sound of amazement when she looked back and forth between us.

Before we got the chance to reply anything apart from a little awkward hand gesture, she spoke up again. "No way! That's Marcus Moreno and Fawn!" She exclaimed with a charming southern drawl, recognising us from the superhero and Tinkerbell adventure movies we had starred in. Not our best work, if I was completely honest.

"Hi, yeah, that's us!" Pedro responded while I was still waving like a douche bag, glad most of all things that I didn't feel like crying anymore whenever someone else but him looked at me too closely. The woman radiated pure friendliness and her face split into a wide smile while she kept chewing on a piece of gum.

"Ha!" She said before she stepped out, cleared her throat and started acting a lot cooler. "I mean, I do watch a lot of kid movies with my little ones. Including those two you made... every other day."

"And we're so sorry." Pedro offered his hand and her dog yapped at us excitedly. "I'm Pedro, nice meeting you." He introduced himself, relief about our rescue evident in his voice. "And this is-" his breath hitched when he put his hand on the small of my back.

"Nini. Pleasure." I shook her hand as well and she could act casual but she made a little adorable squeak and both Pedro and I cracked a big smile, happy we had found not only help but also a nice fan.

"I'm Jenny and this is Indiana. He doesn't bite." She gestured her thumb at the pupper that couldn't get its tongue back into its mouth and wasn't exactly the most threatening looking dog. Pedro had already been gravitating towards the bundle of happiness but he was gasping out loud at the sound of its name. "Jones?" He asked while the dog had already begun licking his hands before even properly meeting them.

"That's the one." "I love Indiana Jones!" "He really does," I confirmed while he was petting the black and white dog that seemed to be an absolute cuddle thief. The human puppy let out a delighted giggle and repeated its name.

Jenny adjusted her hat. "How did this happen? I mean... I'm a little star-struck, not gonna lie, I thought I had to go to Vegas to see some stars looking like a hot mess." She laughed at her own joke and gained more sympathy points by the second.

"I guess we do look a little lost," I said in good humour.

"Do you need help? What on earth are you doing in the farmlands?"

"Huh?" Pedro stopped petting the dog and only registered her question a second later. "Oh, our car broke down a mile from here."

"I broke it," I explained drily and with a shrug. "It needed fixing before that," Pedro added, finally making room for me so I could make friends with Indiana too.

Jenny listened to us with wide eyes. "I'll tow you to my fiancé's garage, no problem." "That's so nice, thank you!"

Pedro folded his hands over his heart. "We can't thank you enough for rescuing us, Jenny. We'd be fucked without you."

"Don't mention it. He'll fix you up in no time. Sí, vámanos! I'm sure the kids are gonna freak out." She invited us in and I wiggled my brows at Pedro, knowing already how great he was with children. I was guessing that they'd all be excited to meet each other.

Pedro opened the door for me and climbed in next. The seats were spacious enough to fit all three of us in the front plus the head of a smelly dog, for Indiana had already grown attached to the animal-friendly man who tried to escape the enthusiastic licks to his face.

We told Jenny everything that had happened to us before we had met her, talking in animated gestures and we were incredibly bad at letting the other finish their sentence. She made appropriate noises and short comments but other than that, she let us ramble during the entire rescue of our truck and the journey to the car shack.

We had been talking so much, there wasn't much left to say. There would have been an awkward silence if the radio wasn't emitting a carefree song. We listened to it in silence with Jenny occasionally looking at the two of us and shaking her head in disbelief. She didn't say anything though and just let the music play.

"That's a lot of broccoli." Pedro finally spoke up, eyeing the back of the truck.

"Yep. It's in season." Jenny replied and after a beat, started slightly drumming along to 'In The Summertime. She was clearly burning with the one or other question during our continuing silence. "So, you two were on a trip together?" She asked casually.

"Yes, to the west coast for the weekend between shooting." "How nice. How... romantic." She mused. Subtle, Jenny. Very subtle.

Pedro and I smiled at each other. "I agree, he surprised me with this plan. Best boyfriend ever." I said and he responded by taking my hand in his and simply holding it. Pedro had organised this trip out of the goodness of his heart and it meant everything to me. I regretted there wasn't a stronger word for 'everything. He had returned the goodness and light in my life by just being there when I most needed him and I couldn't believe my luck. He offered me the chance to take a real break here.

Both my companions grinned and Jenny slapped my thigh approvingly but didn't further comment. "Though Pedro didn't tell me where we were going, only 'pack your bikini' so, of course, I stole my costume." I hadn't brought mine in the first place but I couldn't care less about this situation.

"Borrowed." He corrected. "I'm afraid we're nothing but trouble for our director." He added and sounded less guilty than we were both supposed to feel.

"What kind of movie is it?" "Uh... not something you'll want to watch with your kids." Pedro thought aloud, squinting his eyes.

"Suspense." I avoided mentioning the hot and heavy scenes and thought it might have been the best guess anyway, judging by the way nobody knew what kind of atmosphere the director's cut will end up in.

"Yeah, Tilda Swinton is definitely too scary," Pedro confirmed while I was braiding my hair out of my neck. I secured it with the spare hair tie he had started wearing around his wrist lately and that alone was such a 'boyfriend' thing to do, I should have realised weeks ago that we had secretly started being a couple.

"It's poetic cinema and-" Pedro's eyebrows suddenly shot up and he interrupted himself to point at the landscape. "Look! Baby donkey." He exclaimed and my head snapped towards the small herd when his hand grasped mine. We cooed and Jenny chuckled.

Me too, girl, I thought. I was trying for the millionth time today not to burst out in tears at his adorableness. When I was with him, it was so easy to see beyond my own feelings and thrive on his happiness alone.

"You know, my youngest, Rosie, she loves Tinkerbell and my boy wants so badly to be part of the Heroics team. He insists he has superpowers too." Pedro nodded. "I'll have to tell him I will consider his application then." He replied in a serious business tone and Jenny seemed delighted. "Honestly, Pedro, that would be great. Silas is obsessed with 'We Can Be Heroes. He wants to watch it every time he can't go to sleep and it makes me cry and not in a good way."

Jenny seemed to be sharing my thoughts exactly. I giggled and pressed my lips together when Pedro gave me that sassy attitude whenever he felt too flabbergasted to scold me. "Hey, you didn't even watch it." He protested.

"I tried," I defended myself with wide eyes but I also recalled the way I had felt the need to sob at every shot and dialogue the film had offered until I had shut it off. It was just bad, except for the eggs in the sink part.

Pedro acted insulted. "Thanks, that's worse. It's a movie for kids, 'they're' supposed to like it, not you two." He replied with fake gusto. "Not like the Tinkerbell movie was a cinematic piece of art either."

"Yeah, it was bad too." I agreed even though I had enjoyed it. "But I was cute." Pedro made a face like he couldn't argue with that.

We took one last turn. "Home sweet home." Jenny suddenly said and Indiana began barking at the familiar sight as she drove into a farm lane and stopped near a street with a house painted in rich colours.

We stepped out of the car and watched the dog toppling out first to be greeted by a man who looked like someone had given a Mexican George Clooney a dirty overall and a shovel.

"Corazón, look who I picked up from the road."

Turned out Jenny and her fiancé didn't just own a garage but also managed an entire farm where they grew their products. They invited to show us around and we treaded down a weary path between their rows of salad and potatoes.

We were walking side by side, taking turns throwing a lump of wood for Indiana every couple of seconds. I took in this paradise surrounding us, smelling a bunch of fresh herbs as we walked through their lush green crops. "This is incredible. You build this life together?" Pedro asked, rubbing a leaf of basil between his hands and enjoying its aroma.

"My Jenny and I met at a convention for sustainable farming four years ago," Diego explained with a charming lilt in his voice. "We immediately took over this farm, first as business partners, and now we grow completely organic products together as life partners. Broccoli, salad, potatoes and over there on that piece of land behind the barn are corn and beans."

"It's wonderful," I told the couple, gazing across the fertile acres of land. I plucked a yellow flower from one of the many bushes around and smelled it before tugging it into my braid. The action had made Pedro smile and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear as a gesture of compliment. I snuck my hand back into his in return.

Jenny gave us each a ripe tomato to try and it had a more intense and sweeter taste than I was used to. "Thank you. You know, farming is not just hard work but also politics. Fertilising causes so much pollution and we would all grow better, more nutritious products and crops with higher yield if everyone went organic." She said in an agitated way and Pedro and I listened attentively. "And don't get me started on the benefits it would have on climate change. We hope we can spread more awareness about healthier soil but our cause is ambitious when there are little to no restrictions on toxic chemicals."

"What you do is so important. People don't jump at the idea?" Pedro asked and she shrugged. "We help educate the local farmers. We believe we can save Earth through better farming and most of all, through having love for doing what we do." Jenny had reached a large plant and dipped the shell of half a coconut into its heart. "Here."

She gave me the coconut bowl, filled with clear water and motioned for me to try it. When I did, I thought I'd never tasted anything like it before and I made a sound of excitement, urging Pedro to taste it as well.

"Honey water from the agave plant. The only thing we can't export. It would go bad." Diego explained.

"Its tastes like-" Pedro smacked his lips. "Earth, like sweet rainwater, like all the love the people here have for their roots and their wonderful country."

"Oh, you're a poet." I put my arm around his waist and the others seemed taken by his words too. He acted humble but only for a second. "I did have a moment there," Pedro admitted jokingly.

We chatted until we had reached their main courtyard again to watch some of their friends and family members carry around the stuff they needed to build a stage and erect some kind of open-air tent with lampions and flags.

"Are you preparing for some kind of event?" I asked curiously, looking up when a few men pushed a large pole into the air and cheered after they had accomplished their task.

"Sí, we are finally getting married on Monday." Diego draped his arm around Jenny's shoulders affectionately and they shared a tender look. "Oh, congratulations!" Pedro and I said and I leaned into my boyfriend instinctively, feeling happy about so much love around us.

"Everyone's invited, lots of food and dancing, you should come party with us. It's going to be one big fiesta." He said while dancing and Pedro and I shared a flustered look, knowing we'd both like to accept on the spot. We loved a good party but Monday night wasn't good.

"We would, really." Pedro began, standing there with his hand apologetically placed on his tummy and I chimed in. "Yeah, but we have to be back by Monday evening already, bummer. We have a movie to finish."

"Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us." Jenny winked at us.

"Thanks for the invite though," Pedro said with an added laugh. "We should tell Bill Murray there's a wedding he could crash, he'll jump on the opportunity." Bill was known for being a notorious ill guest at wedding parties he hadn't been invited to. Well, everyone needed a hobby. Diego opened his arms. "He can come too."

"What about them, what are they doing?" Pedro asked with a gleeful expression towards a field where a group of several children played between stacks of old tires and crates filled with vegetables.

"Oh them? They are playing pretend wedding, build some kind of chapel from scraps. I told them not to steal the table arrangements, dammit."

"Mi amor, let them have fun. Pedro, why don't you show me what's wrong with the truck? I'll fix you up." "Sure." Pedro squeezed my hip lightly before he followed Diego into his garage and they started a friendly chat in Spanish.

"Can I help you with something while the boys are busy?" I asked Jenny.

"You can come and make some agua fresca with me for our helping hands if you want." She suggested some light work for me and I was glad about the opportunity to help, otherwise, I wouldn't have known what to do.

Two glasses of the best lemonade I had ever tasted needed to be brought to the men and I carried a tray into Diego's shop, announcing myself with a small whistle that died as soon as I spotted Pedro.

I knew I had a weakness for cowboys, now I seemed to have an appetite for mechanics too. There was something distinctively masculine about the way Pedro carried himself with that oily rag and dirtied up hands and I blushed from only locking eyes with him again. Hot damn.

"Brought you some refreshments." I singsonged nervously and was met with a chorus of appreciation and even better, a kiss on the cheek from my thirst trap boyfriend. The sounds of culinary pleasure filled the room shortly after and indeed, the sweet iced drink with peach and basil was simply worth writing an entire column about in a trip advisor.

"Don't mind me, keep going," I whispered and looked around the auto shack. There were oil spills all over the floor, leaves that blew in from outside, stacks of old tires and thousands of tools neatly put onto shelves. In short, it looked like it had a competent owner. Pedro continued to tinker and debate with Diego in a garage that smelled of metal, saw dust and motor oil. It was that kind of place you'd trust them not to charge you eighty bucks for a filter replacement. Instead, you were most likely to get a discount just because they liked you.

I listened to their mix of Spanish and English but everything remained an incomprehensible obstacle for me. I had no idea what kind of technical issues our truck had and if I was completely honest, I was already bored by simply looking underneath the hood. Pedro seemed to just nod along in understanding and could assist with bits and pieces while they were elbow deep inside the car.

"Will you be able to fix it?" I asked the men, feeling quite useless.

"Yes, but that coil needs some cleaning and I need to get the multimeter, check if there's really a faulty. I'll be right back." Diego threw Pedro a much cleaner cloth, which he tossed over his shoulder. He swaggered away from the car. "We fixed the overheating problem." He told me with a grin after the other man had left.

"Hey, good job! I didn't know you were also talented in this field of work too." I circled the car, not really understanding what Pedro was doing but already slipping into a flirty mood. I screwed at a cap and rubbed the dust on my fingers away like I knew what any of those things did.

"You mean you think I'm hot and this is kind of a turn-on for you." Pedro flirted right back, reading me like an open book.

"Get out of my head!" I complained but started to get flushed when I examined him more closely. My brain set into a default dumb mode just from realising how attractive his roughed up look was... how those muscles underneath his slightly sweaty dark grey t-shirt were put to use. It made me weak, knowing that the man was well equipped for owning a certain macho thing but was also the embodiment of non-toxic masculinity.

Pedro let out a laugh. "I'm just trying to distract you from the fact that I have no clue, I'm just supposed to wipe the excess dirt off the coil." He confessed and showed me something that looked like some kind of plug.

"Is that the little bugger?" I asked.

"Yeah, wait, I thought you weren't interested." He said, knowing that talking about cars was one of those topics that caused me to immediately blank out of the conversation, like soccer or diet plans.

"I wanna know what's going on, I like to be on top of things."

A smile curled his lips. "I also like having you on top" Pedro replied nonchalantly while he continued cleaning it and I could feel the heat creeping into my cheeks when he locked eyes with me again. God, that had been so corny and clever and shouldn't have the power to make me this flustered. I knew I had the most unguarded hypnotised expression on my face when he spat into the cloth and rubbed at the coil.

"Careful there, if that's a pickup line." I pretended to warn him, speaking with a dry mouth. "I'm very easy."

Pedro raised his brows and his eyes widened dramatically. "Oh, is that so?" He stepped closer, wiping his dirty hands on the cloth and tugging it between his belt. He looked down at me and a purr rumbled from his chest as he studied my heated face.

"I thought I'd have to try harder, take you out tonight, wine and candlelight dinner and run you a bath afterwards but maybe you want to skip all those niceties?" Pedro tilted his head.

He truly wanted to spoil me like promised but it was such a defined plan and I had done nothing at all, couldn't believe I had deserved this. "Yeah, I don't know if I can take that much." I breathed out, losing the strength in my voice but not my greediness for affection.

"Yeah, but you'll be fine after you've accustomed to the size-" he murmured and I was about to interrupt his lewdness but he finished his sentence. "-of the luxurious beach house I rented... it has five bedrooms, you know." He continued, voice straining into his deepest, most seductive voice. "So many beds and I can be so indecisive."

He tipped his head down to examine my reaction closely and further play with my inability to respond. Did he have a plan and whatever it was, would he follow through? Did he have any ideas and if he did, how many? Too many questions, not enough answers, just him gazing at me with hooded eyes and a smirk that made me chuckle like a teenager.

I didn't remember the last time I had been so shy in his presence and tried to initiate such a careful kiss. We shared several until he began grumbling and pouting. "Shit, I can't touch you, you're wearing a white dress and I'm covered in dirt."

"That means I have the advantage here." I countered, sounding innocent but just going with an impulse without thinking. I just couldn't help myself, I had to kiss his jaw, move to the tiny hairless spot in his beard and dip lower towards his neck to lightly nip at his salty skin.

Pedro groaned deliciously, still not allowed to touch me. "Keep that up and I can't guarantee anything."

I felt like I had been too stressed lately and to be honest, I was yearning for relief. He was so sweet. My own rules and principles had kept us in line so far but the parameters had changed when he asked me to be his girlfriend.

I was willing to test the waters. Him looking like a mechanic awoke something primal in me that yearned for more filthy activities. His clothes were a little soiled, he smelled of sun and engine oil and a little bit of sweat and I felt like I could just sit on the hood, drop my panties and let him take me, rough and deep until he came hard and- "If you only knew what I'd let my boyfriend do to me." I whispered.

Pedro swallowed thickly. "He sounds like a lucky man." "Oh, he's certainly getting lucky tonight if he doesn't care to speed this up and turn this into a hard fuck inside that barn," I suggested shamelessly.

Pedro exhaled deeply and I would have categorised his expression as angry if I hadn't known it any better. "It's taking me every single ounce of self-control right now, I hope you know that."

"Too many kids around. Let's not risk traumatising them." I agreed.

"No, I know." He searched my eyes for a possible alternative but ultimately, he gave me one last sweet peck on the lips and stepped back afterwards. He clenched and unclenched his hands in a helpless manner around my curves before he groaned in frustration and went back to tinker around the car with a dramatic sigh. "Left the condoms in the suitcase anyway." He mentioned, not getting in the slightest what I had been insinuating.

Pedro cursed about something that obviously needed fixing and it looked like he was stuck with holding some kind of tube before it would burst.

I tilted my head, shamelessly checking him out while watching him move around. Didn't he just have the cutest butt? "You know, that makes me wonder..." I started over, determined to let the penny drop subtly.

"Hm?" He mumbled without letting the troubling pressure tube out of his eyes.

I tapped my fingers around the frame of the car, sneakily looking towards the exits to check if we were alone. "It's something you know I had a rule for and was always a bit hesitant about but now that we uh-" Oh shit, what had I gotten myself into, I didn't know how to tell him.

It was like watching the gears turn in his head when he searched my face for clues. "Wait, hold up." He insisted, truly intrigued now that I was blushing. "Go on." He leaned his hip against the car, still holding onto the motor with one hand.

I got my tongue in a twist. "I wouldn't mind- I mean, I would like- we can still if that's what you want but I had sworn to always, always use protection outside a committed relationship. But now that we're- I... want you to..." I wanted him to claim me because I was quite sure he was busy constantly changing my world.

His lips parted. "You mean-" Pedro's hand clenched so hard around the tube in the car, something burst and sizzled a loud sound of steam into the air and he tipped forward in surprise, catching himself just in time to quickly adjust whatever just broke. After he had frantically fixed it back into place, he looked at me and was still unable to close his jaw and I could barely stifle my laughter behind my hand in reaction to this slapstick moment.

I could almost hear Pedro's heartbeat thrumming in his chest after he had closed the distance between us again and I watched his pupils dilate after he had gotten close enough so I could see my reflection in them. I had been throbbing from the moment he decided to crowd me up against the truck. He let out a huff of breath into my face and held my chin between his thumb and finger just a little too forcefully. "Oh fuck." He whispered, not caring about leaving a stain of motor dust on my skin.

I was almost dropping into the dark lakes as I stared into his eyes. I had never allowed him to go raw and he had never asked, had accepted this preference without question. Pedro hummed deliciously. "All filled up, all mine." He thought out loud.

"Yeah?" A shiver ran down my spine and I trembled with anticipation. "Is that something you'd like too, angel?" I asked huskily.

"I wanted to do that since-" he didn't finish his sentence and swallowed thickly instead. The fact that he had desired it but had respected my boundaries only further deepened the infinite trust I had in him.

"When?" I inquired, eliciting another groan from him, this time from discomfort. "Since when?"

He grinned into the air in shame before he could look at me again. "Ever since we saw each other again." "After the read-through in New York?" "During it."

I gasped, not scandalised at all but Pedro sought to explain himself. "I had possibly started watching that Dutch series you starred in." He admitted, pronouncing its title wrongly but it was a lot more adorable this way.

"Oh?" My face lit up at this revelation. He hummed. "It's very... European." He had made an extenuation of a series that wasn't exactly G-rated. I had played an absolute man-eater and the series contained some scenes that had been extremely raunchy and had focused on only my pleasure. Those were the things I cringed about at night when I thought about the fact that my grandparents watched every single minute of my work.

But the thought that Pedro had watched it and had thought about me in that way excited me extraordinarily. "Pedro, did you-" I began and he knew of course, what I meant. He nodded guiltily, licking his lips. "So naughty." I mused and he had the audacity to huff out a laugh but the idea that he had fantasised about me gave me a massive boost of confidence. "Well, how does it feel to have learned the difference between my fake and real moans first hand?"

"Sweetheart, I know exactly what you like. Feels damn good to be the one responsible for the real ones." He caged me in against the truck with his hands placed beside my head and we were both breathing a little heavier.

"To be fair, I'm worse. I might have thought about you in that way when I watched Game of Thrones. Which was years ago."

He raised his eyebrows, looking more proud than shocked. Smug, you might even say. "So we're both a slut for sluts?"

"We don't slut-shame." I pretended to have morals and so did he. "Yes, no, let's bring back the word 'whore." He said and made me laugh at how mean that was.

There was a moment of heavy breaths and tenderness between us, the air was practically sparkling with electricity. "Say it." He challenged me softly, vulnerability laced in his voice.

"What?" "Say you meant it, are you sure?" Pedro asked huskily.

"That you're my boyfriend and that being in a relationship with me comes with extra privileges? That I want you to fill me up every fucking day so I'll always have you inside me?" I batted my eyelashes at him sweetly in stark contrast to this graphic narration and I knew the kind of effect it had on him when his knees got weak and his statue shrank a little. "Yes."

Pedro let out a growl, leaning in to kiss me but before his lips could touch mine a voice announced their return. "Found it!" Diego yelled into the room, entering with the multimeter and a little girl on his hips. Pedro and I immediately parted an appropriate distance from each other.

I snickered when he had to put both fists into his pockets to cover up a raging hard-on just after gesturing to my face where he'd left smudges on my chin and jaw.

Pedro cleared his throat and walked onto the other side of the car to assist the mechanic but not without winking at me one last time.

"The older kids won't let my mijita play with them again." He sighed, letting the girl down whose tears had stopped flowing after they had entered. She had been staring at me with wide eyes since.

They were already tinkering underneath the hood but her miserable sight stopped me from joining them. Only compassion for the sadness of another could have turned my mood around so quickly.

Some of the other kids were running past the shop and the little girl watched them have fun without her. She stayed behind with her dollie, staring at the empty door and a sniffle shook her tiny frame. Oh, didn't I know the feeling?

When she turned around and met my gaze again, she wiped her eyes with the jacket of her doll. She looked so left out and I decided to walk over to her and sit down on a bucket beside her. "Hi there. What's your name?" She looked up at me.

"Rosie." The older toddler continued to scrub the tip of her shoe across the dusty concrete floor. "You're Rosie? Your mama told us so much about you. I'm Nini."

"You look like a fairy." She said and I could hear Pedro chuckle behind me. Both he and Rosie's dad were smiling over at us before they continued chatting, obviously not talking about cars anymore.

"Well, I'm at least a tiny bit magic." I wiggled my hands in front of her nose as a tiny distraction while producing the yellow flower from my braid and giving it to her. "A pretty flower for a pretty flower."

We giggled at each other when she accepted it and I felt warm affection for this little girl who was so smart for a three-year-old.

"You sound funny." Rosie noticed and showed me a tooth gap when she smiled at my mix of British and Dutch accents. "Yes, I'm not from here, I'm from the Netherlands."

Her eyes lit up. "Neverland?"

I chuckled, feeling a rush of oxytocin cause tears to prickle at the corners of my eyes. "Well, it's a place far away from here, you're right about that." She pressed her remaining teeth onto her bottom lip and all worries seemed to have been temporarily forgotten. She made me realise how much I missed a connection to my baby sister, who was barely a year older than Rosie. I knew very few children but she was cute as a button and I had felt instant affection for her and a great deal of yearning.

"Why are you not playing with the other kids, Rosie?" "They say I'm too young to marry anyone." I blinked at her, thinking that yes, but so were all of them.

"Who says that?" "Silas is the priest. He decides who can get married." "That's usually not how it works," I said, frowning at the kid logic. "Silas is your brother, right?"

She tugged at the little jacket her dollie was wearing and fixed the buttons, averting my question. "Her jacket is loose that's why she always gets a cold." She let the doll blow into a handkerchief and worried over her patient before dumping her into a bed of leaves inside another bucket. It looked like she was putting her doll to sleep, draping a rag over her like a blanket and the flower to cuddle with.

"Oh, is that her bed?" I asked and Rosie nodded mutely. "You're pretty good at making stuff. I can make some things too, you know?" "What things?" She asked shyly.

"Like crowns. With flowers, normally. There's a bush of these yellow flowers outside, do you wanna make a flower crown together?" "For me?" "Yes, for you, so you can become a flower fairy." I stood up and offered her to take my hand and turned back to see Pedro watching us with a look of adoration in his eyes.

He joined us after he was done washing his hands. "You're very sweet with her, I didn't know you were good with children." "Me neither," I admitted in alarm, had whispering back while feeling Rosie tugging at my hand already. I had thought I really wasn't because the company of children usually felt overwhelming to me at best.

Pedro looked over my shoulder towards the commotion outside. "We have an hour or so to waste until Diego fixed the car, we could go see what the kids are doing. I bet the others would be happy to meet a magic fairy too."

I turned at a sound by the door. "Or a superhero," I suggested. "See?"

It hadn't taken long for two boys to gather in the doorway and whisper excitedly to each other. "You're going to have your hands full with that bunch in a minute. I'll take Rosie and maybe we can convince them to play together when we come and join you."

"Sounds like a plan." He squeezed my other hand in a gesture of a temporary goodbye and turned toward the older kids. "Hola," Pedro waved at them but the boys just stared at him with eyes so wide they should have popped out by now.

One of them gasped shakily before he spoke. "I know you from TV!" He said to Pedro but before he could give a reply, the boys had run off towards their friends again.

Pedro closed his mouth in confusion, looking back at me before mumbling out a slow. "Okay."

Like a swarm of piranhas, they came running and practically slammed into us before we could even properly exit the shop.

"Oh, dear," I commented, tugging Rosie behind me protectively before she could be squashed in their midst.

Pedro was excited to meet literally any kid and he was always happy to give attention to small humans. They all gathered around us, some talking in Spanish and some in English. Only little Rosie, who was the youngest, didn't speak a word and kept her distance and hid behind my dress.

"You're Missy's dad with the magnet powers!" The loudest boy among the kids yelled at Pedro and another kid pushed through the crowd. "Mama no me permiso a ver Star Wars." A girl told him monotonously, chewing at her sleeve.

Pedro tutted at the small child and crouched down to meet the kids' eye level. He gave her a reply that sounded encouragingly enough made her smile at him.

"And you must be Silas." Pedro addressed his most shaky fan "Yes?" "You guys look like a good team of superheroes. Who wants to save the world, hm?"

The kids cheered and ran off, tugging him along faster than his larger and slower frame allowed him to. "Will you be okay, baby?" He asked back.

"Yes, go and play! Go!" I pushed him away, giggling at the scene. Indiana ran after them, barking at the buzzing cacophony of screams.

"How about you and me, Rosie? Wanna play with me?" She nodded adoringly and took my hand to lead me towards the bush of Mexican sunflowers.

A newly-crowned Rosie and I walked towards Pedro and the group of kids and his eyes lit up when we joined them, admiring the fresh and expertly woven flower crown on her head. It was a skill I had learned from my mum and could really pride myself with. "Amazing work." He awed and I grinned widely when he told the little girl how pretty she was, booping her nose. She accepted the compliment but had to lean back when the dog sniffed at her head in curiosity.

Pedro reached to the side to pick something up from a large pumpkin and show it to Rosie and me. "Such a pretty snail, look Rosie. Ah, Nini no, you can't have it, there's a living snail inside." He told me when he seemed to recognise the magpie glint in my eyes.

Silas chimed in. "Not when you put salt on it." Pedro frowned at the kid. "Don't do that, that would kill it." "I know." "Seriously."

"It will throw bubbles and disappear into the air," Silas whispered to me and I raised my eyebrows, both horrified and intrigued.

"Interesting," I replied and I understood what Pedro told the kid and me, only because he had told me a couple of times as well. "Me preocupas ¿sabes? You wouldn't let him do that, would you?" I gasped. "Of course not!"

Silas raised his hands and gave a quick and snotty reply and Pedro laughed in my direction put continued to point at the kid, shaking his head at him. "Are you sure you're not a supervillain?" "Next time," Silas answered, scrubbing at his scraped knee.

"Already done saving Earth, how did it go?" I asked around and Pedro sighed. "Aliens with tentacles are very popular invaders. But we crushed them, right kids?" Pedro asked, earned approval and grimaced at me when he got up. "My back is killing me."

"Take it a little easier now, okay? I rubbed my hand across his back, kissing his shoulder. "Yes, ma'am."

"Then what's this?" I asked everyone, eying the poor but adorable construction of logs, stolen paper flower arrangements and a pile of crates. "It's our ermita. We were playing wedding before the aliens came." Another girl explained and Silas continued talking over the crowd dominantly. "My mom is marrying Juan's dad the day after tomorrow. ¿Verdad, hermano?" "Sí, hermanos para siempre." The boys made a complex secret handshake.

"We should get ready for the next wedding," Silas suggested to the other kids, ushering them inside the open chapel. "Normally we don't allow adults to come too but you're famous so I'll make an exception."

"That's very kind of you, thank you," Pedro said and I hid my expression behind a hand, linking my arm in his so we could both step aside and let the children play.

Silas grabbed a children's book from under the pumpkin and stepped onto the crates to gain height above anyone else, including Pedro. From up there, he could look down at us like we were his flock of sheep. "Yo soy el sacardote, I am the town priest!" The boy announced to his audience.

We stood as bystanders while two girls walked hand in hand towards their priest, grinning at each other. Silas said a few words in Spanish to the girls and clapped his book shut, provoking a laugh from Pedro.

"He is redefining the drive-through wedding." Pedro pressed out, controlling his laughter while the girls walked hand in hand between the ranks, twirling and bowing to each other.

"Yeah, that was the quickest wedding I've ever seen," I whispered to him while we clapped along with the other children and we giggled at the newly married couple that had started a clapping game. The next couple walked into Silas' chapel. This time, it was a furiously blushing but by miles, the bravest boy among the other boys. Alongside him walked a girl with uneven pigtails who wore a pretty sparkling shawl.

Silas repeated his previous words and the kids interrupted a couple of times when it took them a little longer to get through the ceremony and they kept talking back and forth.

"What are they saying, their vows?" I asked Pedro and he leaned over. "No, they're negotiating a dowry."

I made a sound of disbelief. "Kids these days."

Shortly after, the girl pressed a kiss to the boy's cheek and he practically ran down the aisle away from her and was met with more laughter.

Voices were raised when a girl caught my hand and brought me to her friends, dragging me away from Pedro while the same was happening to him. "You can marry him now, come." "Oh, my goodness. Pedro?" "Uhm... Oh, ok." Pedro was tugged down onto his knees and the last bride draped the sparkling shawl over his shoulders.

"What is happening?" I whispered to Pedro and he mouthed back. "Just play along." It was followed by an amused smile on his lips while the kids continued to decorate us with their accessories.

"Wait!" I said and made everyone look at me. A tiny cease of worry formed between Pedro's eyebrows. "Let me do this right, wait just a moment."

I looked around the rubble to find wire and an old and a bit dirty shower curtain but my dress was smudged by now anyways. The curtain's white and nearly translucent material was quickly woven onto the wire and bent into a crown for my head. Pedro was already laughing while the kids gathered around me to arrange my veil. "Not bad." My boyfriend and soon to be play husband said after I caught a broccoli in my hands, clutching it like I would if I had a bouquet of flowers.

"Marcus." Rosa's tiny voice announced herself and she tugged at Pedro's jeans to get his attention. He looked down at the sound of his wrong name and crouched so she could place her own, too small flower crown on his head. Pedro cooed at her and thanked her, promising to return it to her soon.

"Hey, Rosie, would you like to be our flower girl?" I asked the little one and suggested she'd throw some leaves in front of us and she nodded enthusiastically, grinning wide and happy that she was finally included in this game. Looking back at Pedro, I saw that his eyes had softened and I shot him a playful wink.

I had to admit he looked incredibly handsome surrounded by sparkles and warm yellow flowers while I looked like I had climbed out of a garbage disposal but Pedro seemed to see everything through a rosy glow while we walked down the aisle together. We nodded at every child present until we stood before our preadolescent priest.

I was almost in tears, trying to suppress the hilarity of being forcedly wed by a child reading from a book that was most definitely not a bible but a Bob the builder picture book. Pedro cleared his throat, folding his hands seriously and everyone went quiet, even the dog.

"We are in a church," Silas told us and then and yelled on the top of his lungs, screamed at us and into the field beyond, nearly loud enough to blast my eardrums. "DO YOU WANT TO MARRY EACH OTHER?"

I gathered my breath after the initial shock. "YES!" I yelled back passionately and not less hard. I had given Rosie the broccoli before Pedro took my hands in his and I gazed into his eyes.

"YES." He yelled into my face, loud enough that even the grown-ups were able to hear us. "Then, you are married now. Boom!" The boy shut the book with a loud clap and the children cheered while the group of adults clapped and whooped somewhere in the distance.

I hadn't seen who had shoved me a little closer to Pedro but I had anticipated his next move and tilted my chin up to inch closer to his mouth. My mind was flashing in a stream of colours when I met the soft kiss he placed upon my lips. The kids around us giggled when we lingered on it too long and so we had to part eventually. I was unable to open my eyes at first, fearing I'd grow even dizzier.

When I did, I thought that Pedro was sparkling, I didn't know how to describe him otherwise. He was one mess of light and love and warmth and beauty and everything sweet about living, wrapped up in one cute package. He was aglow, eyes filled with all our unknown chapters while wearing a heart that could easily melt my own.

Then he let out a laugh and stepped back to admire my outfit again with a smile that mirrored mine. He wiped his face. "Oh boy." He distributed his feelings of surprise, joy and confusion all over the place. Nothing about this game had a traditional order but nobody cared about convention.

"Rings." Rosie opened her empty palm to Pedro and he whistled. "Perfect, Rosie's got our backs. Thank you." Pedro mimed taking one and he made a show out of putting it on my finger. I pretended to fan my tears away with my newly ringed hand. Of course, Rosie had Pedro's imaginary ring as well and I put it onto his ring finger, feeling myself dissolve in his splendour and giddiness.

We celebrated along with the kids who danced around us. I couldn't have wished for a better wedding reception. Pedro and I had had plenty of opportunities to dance together without any music but it had never been as hilarious as doing it among children who played out a sped-up version of one entire night of celebrating.

"Do you want me to take a picture of you?" Jenny had walked over and had pulled out her phone. Of course, we agreed with another fit of laughter and showed our outfits to the cameras while leaning into each other. Silas was grinning cheekily behind us while still standing on the crates with his picture book. Pedro and I shared another, well-staged but not less sweet kiss.

The result was so absurd it seemed to be something that came straight out of a professional concept photoshoot. A slight colour filter across the photographs made it look dreamy and timeless. The laughter in our faces was so genuine and the children pulled such silly faces, I was convinced everyone would be able to hear the picture.

"It gets more chaotic the longer you look at it," I mentioned, instinctively sneaking my hand around Pedro's waist to reassure myself that he wasn't freaked out after the children's wedding game. He pulled me closer and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"They're insanely cute. I could send it to your email?" Jenny offered but Pedro had a better idea. "By all means, you could use those?" He looked at me for approval and I nodded. "As promotion for your cause, gain attention, say this was sponsored by organic farming and we got married between your vegetables." Pedro carefully set the flower crown back onto her daughter's head and thanked her again. Obviously, the pictures told the story that this hadn't been a real wedding at all but it didn't explain our kiss. I found myself not caring in the slightest. I wanted the world to see our kiss and cause a meltdown in our fandoms.

I hummed, plucking a stray petal from his locks and returning a smile that only seemed to grow with affection. "It's going to spread viral, we can just rip the pictures off the internet if we want them and anyone who-" I interrupted myself with a giggle. "Wants to send wedding gifts, let them go straight to the real married couple."

She gasped at the idea. "You would do this for us?" She tapped on her phone. "You sweet people. That's so nice and we could use the attention for our crowdfunding." She said and I made a mental note of it.

"By the way, we've got to thank you and Diego for all of your help and for fixing us up." Pedro pulled his wallet from his back pocket but Jenny jumped to action and closed his hands around it again. "Absolutely not, you've done enough and we were helping our friends."

"But-" "None of that." Diego insisted.

"We'll accept anything you want to offer if you come to the wedding reception." She urged us in a friendly manner.

"Oh, babe, now we have to." I grinned at Pedro and bumped into him to be more convincing.

Pedro let out a sigh. "Ella sabe que yo le voy a obedecer." He said, accepting the fact that he would do anything I'd say and he earned a heartfelt and brotherly clap on his shoulder from Diego, who could relate.

"Now excuse us, however great your hospitality is, my wife and I will have to continue our journey," Pedro said comically serious and I thought my heart had skipped a beat when he had called me his wife.

"Yes, you should go. It'll start raining soon." Diego worried but when I looked up, I could see nothing but blue sky and a few stray clouds. I frowned but guessed it was the farmer's superior knowledge of nature.

Pedro addressed the kids next who had gathered to say goodbye to us. "Don't get married too young." He reminded them and gave each a high five while I turned to the couple.

"Good luck with everything, in your marriage and mission." I hugged them both.

"You too!" "Drive safely," They said.

"It was fun meeting you guys, hasta luego." I added towards the kids and gave them my makeshift veil to play with.

"That was smart with your outfit, by the way." Pedro nudged my elbow and I grinned up at him before we parted to climb into our seats. "Thanks. I don't know, just a quick manifestation of my dream wedding outfit."

"Yeah." Pedro let out a breath. "Manifestation."

They all stood waving while we turned in their driveway. "Adiós!" They yelled and the children came screaming and running after our truck until we were too fast for them to follow.

~~~

The day slowly gave away to sunset and with the first heavy grey clouds, the trees began their conversation with an upcoming wind. It was an alluring whisper that invited the rain to greet the earth and the horizon became darker in a cinematically composed and threatening vista.

"Really looks like it's going to pour soon. Will we make it?" I asked, leaning forward to try and detect how fast the sky was drawing together.

Soon the first raindrops were falling onto our windows and eventually, it had started to rain so much, the wiping system had to be put on the highest setting so Pedro could still see the road.

Finally, we stopped in an open parking lot behind a secured gate that clearly indicated that we were in a rich neighbourhood. The dark and stormy Pacific Ocean was to our right and to our left stood a range of luxury houses with view on the ocean. The mix of modern and traditional fincas were hiding between palm trees that started to bent in the wind.

"Right, but we're here. You see that house?" Pedro pointed past the rain towards a large, white residence on the far end of that green hillside. "We can't park closer?" "I was told by the owner that we've got to walk up there." "Okay, well, it is a gated community, we could leave our suitcases and come back for them later, make a run for it now."

Pedro let out a deep exhale through his nose, gripping the steering wheel. He shot me one last look. "Last one there is a loser." And he dashed out, playing unfairly again, this time by being on the advantageous side of the car. "No!" Before I had even opened the door, he had already gained some distance and I yelled after him.

I ran through the rain with a large grin and caught up with him halfway up the hill, having the disadvantage of shorter legs but triumphing in the end by being fitter. "Ha-ha!" I blew him a raspberry.

"Fuck, I'm out of shape." He complained and I turned back, almost slipping on the wet path but laughing nevertheless. "Quit smoking, then!"

We were drenched in warm rain when we reached the house and Pedro caught up with me after had I stopped to look at the view. He grinned. "What are you doing? Come on!" He yelled, louder above the sound of the rain pouring down from an oddly coloured sky.

Pedro's chest was heaving and he squinted towards the speck of dim light piercing through the darkened storm clouds above the mountains. A cascade of water fell from a canvaced pink and orange sky onto the land that shimmered above a distinct shade of purple.

We watched the distant, beautiful shower with a smile on our faces. "Purple rain." Pedro marvelled into the wet air and his jaw dropped when he watched a phenomenon he thought only existed in his favourite song.

I laughed with my entire heart and soul, jumping through the puddles. It was an incredible gift and he really deserved to see something as special as this.

Underneath the purple rain, Pedro walked over to me until he was standing up close, where finally, he cradled my face in his hands. His kiss was a shelter in the storm while the droplets cascaded down our faces but it was so tender it should have stopped the world from turning on its axis. Instead, our kiss blurred into an impressionist masterpiece.

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Part 18

Translation notes:

(sp): Sí, vámanos - (eng): Yes, let's go

(sp): corazón - (eng): my heart/sweetheart

(sp): fiesta - (eng): party

(sp): Mama no me permiso a ver Star Wars - (eng) Mum won't allow me to watch Star Wars

(sp): Me preocupas ¿sabes? - (eng): You worry me, you know

(sp): ermita - (eng): chapel

(sp): ¿Verdad, hermano?" "Sí, hermanos para siempre." - (eng): "Right, brother?" "Yes, brothers forever."

(sp): Ella sabe que yo le voy a - (eng): She knows that I will obey her