THEYRE FINALLY BACK AFTER ALL THIS TIME !! a technical follow-up to my second fic in the royals au, which you can read here :>
"Marry me."
"Sempre."
…
"When should we return?"
It's Cellbit who asks. They're sitting in an inn bedroom, managing to secure a place for the night courtesy of Roier being familiar with the owner. The prince refused to go back to the castle right away, and the guard was more than willing to accompany him down into the town instead.
"No sé. Maybe tomorrow night. I want them to worry." Roier huffs. "I'm very angry with them."
"I know. Me desculpa." Cellbit sighs. He glances at the prince, his prince, gently setting a hand on his thigh after a moment. "We're going to figure it out, though. Together."
"Sí, sí." Roier starts to smile, placing his hand over Cellbit's and watching as the guard flips his hand over, lacing their fingers together. "I don't care what they say, anymore. Either they let us get married, or we run away. Find someone else to marry us in some other town, you know?"
"I know about this empty cabin outside a kingdom north of here. Nobody lives there, it's deep in the woods, but close enough to where getting to the town isn't too big of a problem. I don't think anyone would find us there unless we showed them."
"No mames, we could be hermits. No more royal duty shit," he laughs. "Maybe we could even take Richarlyson with us. Or, he could come visit us."
"Definitely." Cellbit pauses a moment. "Are you... sure about running away? One-hundred percent sure?"
"Cellbit. Gatinho." Roier shifts his body, free hand grabbing Cellbit's shoulder. "Mi culito de arroz.” The guard’s brow quirks, laughing. “¿Por qué te ríes? This is- This is very serious, you know?”
“Claro, claro.” Cellbit only laughs more. “Dulce ojos.”
Roier smacks his arm, and the two fall into a fit of laughter, his head falling onto his lover’s shoulder.
It’s not that often he sees Cellbit like this: open, physically and figuratively. His armor is completely off, something Roier has only seen a mere few times, and his laugh and similarly odd sense of humor are some things the prince doesn’t get to hear nearly enough during the day when he’s on duty.
(He wants to hear it for the rest of his life. Wants to see the armor become situational, especially that stupid helmet always covering that handsome face, so he can spend his time holding warm skin and not cold metal.)
(He’s going to get it, whether it goes according to plan or not.)
When the laughter dies down, Roier’s expression becomes serious, and Cellbit’s follows suit when both of his hands are held in the other’s. “I am… two-hundred percent sure about this, Cellbit. I choose you, no matter what, okay? Te amo.”
He surprises himself a little with the last sentence, and it seems he surprises Cellbit too judging by the way his eyes widen slightly, but he decides to double down.
(It’s the truth. No use running from it after he ran towards the man in question.)
(They’ve come this far.)
The prince lets go of one of the guard’s hands to cup his face, looking him straight in his piercing eyes and praying Cellbit can feel every bit of sincerity within him. “Te amo con todo mi corazón. Only you.”
Cellbit leans into his touch, eyes closing, and Roier feels so positively enamored his heart could stop.
It’s silent for a few seconds, then Cellbit’s eyes open back up. “Eu te amo.” They flicker up to Roier’s, knowingly. “Meu rei.”
Roier huffs, but smiles the brightest he has all night, taking Cellbit’s face in both of his hands and pulling him into a long kiss.
The warmth is euphoric. This. This is what he needs, now and always and forever. And now that it’s back in his veins, he wondered how he ever let the feeling go in the first place. Why give up this, for the sake of someone else?
(Why give up his happiness, for the sake of someone else?)
(Never again.)
When they finally pull apart, drawing heavy breaths, Roier presses their foreheads together, a smile already inching back onto his face. “Mi rey.”
The guard flushes, and the prince hopes he can remember the smile on his face forever. And, feeling like they’ve already been apart for far too long, closes the little gap between their lips once more.
So long as they’re together, everything will be alright.
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