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This is the first time I’ve written a fic before and definitely won’t be the last.

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Golden Girl

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Pedro Pascal adjusted his bow tie in the mirror, exhaling as he heard the hum of the audience behind the curtain. Oscar night was always a big deal, but this year? This year was different.

Because this year, his wife, his brilliant, sharp-witted, utterly irreplaceable wife was nominated for Best Actress.

You had been through hell and back since you were a child, fought for every bit of success with a stubbornness he admired (and, if he was honest, found a little intimidating at times). But even after everything life had thrown at you, you still laughed. You still made him laugh so hard, sometimes, that he’d have to clutch his chest like some old man having a heart attack.

And you still had that British charm, the quick wit, the effortless way you could take the piss out of him and somehow make him love you even more for it.

He grinned to himself, then stepped onto the stage, greeted by roaring applause.

"It is my absolute honor to present the award for Best Actress," he announced, the gold envelope cool between his fingers. "These women have delivered performances that broke our hearts, inspired us, and reminded us why we love storytelling."

The screen played clips of each nominee, and when your scene flashed across it, Pedro felt his heart swell. He had seen you in your element a million times, but watching you like this, knowing the world was seeing what he always saw. God he was proud.

Then came the moment.

He slid his thumb under the envelope’s seal, and when he saw the name inside, he let out a breathless chuckle.

It was you.

He looked up, warmth filling his voice. "My love, the spectacular Y/N L/N!”

The room exploded into cheers.

The camera caught your reaction,eyes wide, hand over your mouth whilst it hung open in shock. You turned to your table, then back to Pedro, blinking like you’d misheard him. He gave you a look, one that said, “cmon, love, before I come carry you up here myself.”

Stumbling to your feet, you made your way to the stage. When you reached him, Pedro pulled you in for a tight hug, whispering, "Told you so, mi amor."

You pecked his cheek before taking the golden statue from him.

Turning to the microphone, you let out a breathy laugh, still a bit dazed. "Fucking hell," you muttered, earning laughter from the crowd. "This is mad oh my god this is actually crazy."

Pedro stepped back, hands clasped, watching you with a grin.

"I don’t know where to start," you continued. "This film changed my life, and I have so many people to thank the..th-the cast, the crew, my incredible director. But most of all, I want to thank my husband."

Pedro’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise, and the audience let out an affectionate "aww."

You turned toward him, eyes glistening. "Pedro, my love, my pain in the arse",I chuckle. More laughter. "You are my rock, my safe place, my best friend. You make me laugh when I don’t want to, you put up with my mood swings and the roller coaster of emotions I put you through and you remind me every single day that I’m not alone. I love you more than words can say.I love you querido (darling)"

Pedro placed a hand over his heart, dramatically pretending to swoon. You rolled your eyes but bit back a smile.

"Alright, alright," you sighed playfully, "I’ll stop before he starts crying and makes me look bad."

The audience roared with laughter as Pedro wiped an imaginary tear.

Raising your Oscar, you grinned. "Thank you…seriously. This means the world to me.*"

The music swelled as you walked off stage, Pedro right there waiting for you.

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Backstage

"You did it mi amor!" he murmured against your hair, voice thick with emotion.

You buried your face in his shoulder, gripping his tux. "That actually just happened, didn’t it?"

He pulled back, cupping your face. "Damn right, it did.”,he replies as he brings you closer for a kiss.

You pulled back and studied his face, then smirked. "You gonna cry?"

Pedro scoffed, blinking rapidly. "No."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up."

You laughed, brushing your thumb across his cheek. "I love you, you big softie."

Pedro kissed you. Deep and slow, pouring everything into it. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

"I love you too, Mrs. Oscar Winner."

You groaned. "Oh, don’t start."

But he just grinned, kissing you again because tonight, you where his golden girl.

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