SHIP — Masc Y/N x Lara

A special request, by @ld320800.

Written by, Fufu830.

The air was warm but not too hot, the kind of perfect Los Angeles evening that everyone dreams of. The city glittered beneath the fading sunset, as the lights of the skyscrapers began to twinkle in the distance. Y/N and Lara walked side by side down a palm-lined street, hands brushing occasionally, the faint hum of the city around them blending into a soundtrack of soft chatter, car engines, and distant music. Tonight, they were out for a quiet evening together—at least, as quiet as it could be when you were one of LA's most well-known couples.

Y/N had been with Lara for over two years now, but they had made their relationship official only recently, after months of quiet dinners and late-night phone calls. Even though they'd kept things low-key at first, the media had caught on quickly, and before they knew it, their faces were splashed across tabloids and social media pages. It had been overwhelming at times, but they'd found a rhythm. They both loved being in the spotlight in their own ways, but tonight, they were simply two people in love, out for a nice dinner.

As they approached the entrance to *Le Chique*, a five-star restaurant known for its exquisite menu and even more extraordinary views, Y/N could feel the buzz of excitement starting to creep in. This wasn't just a casual date for them. It was an experience—a chance to enjoy each other's company without the cameras snapping every second.

The restaurant's hostess, a woman with a warm smile and a perfectly pressed uniform, greeted them as they stepped through the door.

"Mr. Y/N, Miss Lara," she said, recognizing them instantly. "A pleasure to have you both with us tonight. Your table is ready."

Y/N smiled politely, giving Lara a quick look. He knew how much she appreciated these small moments—when they weren't treated like celebrities but as ordinary people looking for a quiet evening.

They were led to a corner table by the window, where the view of the city's skyline unfolded like a canvas of glittering lights. As the hostess helped them settle in, Lara took a deep breath and looked out at the scenery, clearly impressed.

"This place is stunning," she said, her voice warm with awe.

"Not as stunning as you," Y/N replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he slid into his seat across from her. Lara rolled her eyes but smiled, reaching out to squeeze his hand across the table.

Their waiter, a sharply dressed man with a friendly demeanor, came over to take their drink orders, and the night slowly settled into its rhythm. They talked about everything and nothing—work, upcoming projects, funny stories from the past week, and their shared love for a particular TV show they had recently started binge-watching. It was blissfully normal.

But of course, being a high-profile couple in LA meant that the "normal" moments were often interrupted.

A couple sitting nearby noticed them almost immediately. The woman gasped and nudged her companion, whispering something to him. Y/N's trained eyes caught the exchange, but he didn't mind. It was part of the deal. Lara, always more reserved, gave a small but genuine smile when the couple shyly approached their table.

"Excuse me," the woman began, her voice a little breathless, "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but are you Y/N and Lara?"

Y/N's smile was warm, but he could tell Lara was feeling the familiar nerves that came with being recognized in public. He gently squeezed her hand under the table, reassuring her.

"We are," Y/N said, his tone friendly and calm, but still maintaining a sense of privacy. "How are you?"

The couple beamed, clearly excited to meet them in person. They introduced themselves, and for a few minutes, Y/N and Lara engaged in a pleasant conversation. The woman gushed about how much she admired them both—Y/N for his work in film, and Lara for her advocacy in environmental issues. After a few selfies and an exchange of pleasantries, they politely excused themselves, allowing the couple to enjoy their dinner in peace.

"Well, that was sweet," Lara said, her nerves slowly dissipating as they sank back into their conversation.

"Yeah, it always is," Y/N agreed, still feeling the faint buzz of excitement. "People are always so kind when they meet us."

Lara shrugged, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "I guess I'm still getting used to it. Sometimes, I feel like I just want to go out and be regular people, you know?"

Y/N smiled softly, his gaze locking with hers. "I know what you mean. But even regular people like us have something special. And this—" He gestured between them, his hand sweeping toward the table, toward the city outside, toward their whole evening together—"this is ours."

Lara smiled, her expression softening as she reached across the table to gently touch his hand. "I guess we're doing okay, aren't we?"

"Better than okay," he said, squeezing her hand. "We're doing amazing."

Just as they were about to dive back into their conversation, another voice interrupted them. This time, it was a young man who approached their table with a nervous smile.

"Sorry to bother you guys again," he said, "but I just wanted to say, I'm such a huge fan of both of you. You're amazing together."

Y/N smiled warmly, already recognizing the telltale signs of someone who was more than just a casual fan. "Thanks, we really appreciate that. It means a lot."

"Can I get a photo with you both?" he asked, his eyes practically sparkling. Y/N looked over at Lara, who hesitated for a moment but then nodded.

"Of course," she said, her voice sincere.

The fan's grin grew even wider as he pulled out his phone, and within seconds, Y/N and Lara were posing for a photo, smiling in that easy way that felt natural but also a little rehearsed. They'd done it so many times that it was almost second nature by now.

The photo was taken, and the fan thanked them profusely, telling them how much they inspired him before walking back to his table, still grinning from ear to ear.

"See?" Y/N said, chuckling as he turned back to Lara. "Everyone's always so sweet."

Lara nodded, though her smile was a little more guarded. "I just wish we could have a moment where we're not always 'on.' You know?"

"I get it," Y/N said, his voice quiet now, the playful energy of the moment gone. He reached across the table again, his thumb gently brushing over her hand. "But moments like this? They're part of who we are now. And we get to share them with the world. But this"—he gestured to their table, to the city lights outside—"this is for us."

Lara sighed softly, looking around the restaurant as if absorbing the elegance of the moment. "Yeah," she said after a pause, "I suppose we're making memories in our own way. Even if everyone else is watching."

Y/N smiled, the warmth of the moment wrapping around him like a blanket. "Exactly."

As the night wore on, they continued their dinner, uninterrupted this time. They shared their favorite dishes, exchanged looks that only they understood, and laughed like they always did when they were alone together. Even though the city outside was teeming with life, the two of them, sitting there with nothing but each other's company, felt like the only people in the world.

And for the first time in a while, both Y/N and Lara felt like they could truly enjoy their life together, just as they were—famous, yes, but also deeply in love and at peace with each other.

In the heart of Los Angeles, amidst the glitz and glamour, they had carved out their own little piece of happiness. And tonight, it was all theirs.