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14 for the Smooches meme + Camus perhaps? jfhsjfs I JUST TOTALLY PICTURE HIM TO BE ALL SWEET AND GENTLE WITH BROW

*glances at what 14 is* *LITERALLY DIES*

THAT’S TOO SOFT OH HEAVENS OH NO ABORT MISSION ABORT ABORT!!!!!!!!

14. Kiss on the head/forehead

Summary: Bronwen, working as an assistant to both Quartet Night and ST☆RISH on behalf of Shining Productions has a lot of work on her plate. Knowing that she has a tendency to overwork herself, Camus tries to ensure that she doesn't push herself too hard. Unfortunately, Bronwen is her mother’s child- meaning she does’t pause until she’s seen her work through, and done to the best of her ability.

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“I thought I told you not to overwork yourself.”

Bronwen jumped a bit in her spot, accidentally hitting a few keys on her laptop keyboard- causing her last sentence to end in a small amount of keysmash. She spun in her chair, turning to see Camus standing in the doorway. Bronwen nervously shifted in her spot, only briefly meeting his gaze before turning her rich brown eyes to the floor.

“I’m not- Camus, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll pack up after I finish this-” Bronwen began, turning back towards her laptop- only to yelp in surprise when it was pushed closed before she could get back to work.

Camus sighed, his hand firmly placed on her laptop as his pale, glacier blue eyes stared down at Bronwen with what looked to be annoyance- and, if you looked, a hint of concern. “Bronwen. Do you know how late it is?”

She blinked.

“Um...”

He checked his watch.

“12:09 AM. You’ve worked more than six hours of overtime.” Camus stood upright, turning Bronwen’s chair away from her laptop, “You’ve also been working since 9:00 AM this morning. If you don’t stop now, you’ll be exhausted tomorrow- which will affect your performance.”

Bronwen shook her head, trying to turn her chair back around, “Camus, really, I need to get this email draft done before my shift tomorrow. I’ll head to my room once I’m done.”

“No. You’ll be heading back- now.”

Tucking the computer into Bronwen’s bag, Camus pulled the strap over his shoulder- and then scooped up Bronwen into his arms. She just gasped, stammering out protests as he walked out of the room and off towards the dorm Bronwen was staying in.

“H-Hey! Camus, put me down right now!” Bronwen insisted, gripping on to his shoulders so she felt more stable, “I’m supposed to be making life easier on you idols, I can’t do that if I can't work!”

“You’ve done plenty today for all of us. Some things can wait for tomorrow.” He sighed, “Honestly... do you realize how troublesome you’ve been?”

Bronwen paused. She couldn’t help but stare, blinking in surprise as Camus pushed open the door to her room, flicking on the light and gently placing Bronwen down on her bed. But, he didn’t return her bag- instead, he kept it at his side.

She glanced at it, “...Can I have my computer back? To charge it?”

“I’m no fool, Bronwen. You’ll use it to keep working, until you either complete it or fall asleep. I’ll charge it in my room.” Camus stated.

Bronwen visibly deflated, but she couldn’t refute it- she very likely would, after all. But seeing how she looked in that moment- the sadness in her eyes, the dark circles underneath them from too many nights staying up far too late, the way her shoulders fell to match- Camus paused. He sighed, kneeling in front of Bronwen and taking her hand into both of his. He didn’t use his “work voice” the softer one, as he knew Bronwen had always preferred the way he spoke normally. The “true self”, as she said.

“I- no... all of us appreciate what you do, Bronwen. Your tireless work pays off every day. But, we care for your health. ...Me, most of all.” Camus admitted, “Nothing good will come of overworking yourself. There is such a thing as working too much.”

Leaning forward, Camus pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Bronwen’s head. No more than a moment, yet the warm feeling it created in Bronwen’s heart lingered long afterwards.

“My fair madam... your dedication is admirable. But please rest- if not for yourself, then perhaps for me.”

Bronwen was quiet for a moment, but with a deep breath to swallow her anxiety, she interlaced her fingers with his own- as if she didn’t want to let go. Not yet.

“Then, if it puts you at ease.... I can try.”

#CAMWEN HAS CONTENT WHAT DO I DO OH NO #snowdrop has a bi crisis #the dreamer’s diary of escapism #I hope this is okay bnbvjhfjdgdgchdjsbcbcjsjc I have never written Camus before andI doubt I did well

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