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[nightlyrequiem]

General and Relationship Headcanons

Mostly just me rambling about Valeria because she’s all I think about all day everyday <3

This is pretty unstructured

Valeria Garza was a mean girl in high school. She wasn’t popular by any means, she was just really mean and aggressive. She had a habit of getting into physical fights. She’d swing on anybody, boy or girl.

She’s a raging lesbian. (I don’t make the rules.) She probably hasn’t had many girlfriends though because Las Almas has a smaller, more traditional population. During her military days I can definitely see her hooking up with at least one of the other women in her unit, fraternization be damned. It ended when the woman didn’t want anything serious.

She had no romantic or sexual relations with Alejandro. I refuse to entertain the idea at all for my own sake.

I like to think she’s 5’6 to 5’7 and around 135lbs. Perhaps 140lbs. Shes around the same age as Alejandro and Rudy. You have to have around 22 years of experience to become a colonel, which Alejandro is, so that sets them around their late thirties to forties. I think Valeria sits at 38.

She has a short temper and not much patience. Especially with the men who work for her. (And men in general.) She feels pressured to make them afraid of her because since she’s a woman she knows they don’t respect her as much as they would a man. She’s not afraid to stab people in the back and she believes everyone is like that. Loyalty can be bought by the highest bidder so she’s always prepared for a betrayal.

The general public don’t know that she’s El Sin Nombre, and most of her own cartel are unaware as well. Only three or four get the privilege of knowing and even then she doesn’t trust them completely.

The cartel wasn’t as influential before she took it over. La Araña liked to do business under the table and out of sight if he could. Because of that, it was smaller. Still making bank but not as much as it could in Valeria’s opinion. She saw an opportunity to line her own pockets and make Las Almas just a little stronger. She used bribery, violence, and fear to her advantage. Killing and displaying anyone who got in her way and building important building to gain public support. All while hiding behind the Sicaria title.

She grew up poorer than the other children. Money is one of her biggest motivators. She was always envious of the other kids who got to go on trips or get new things often. She felt she was dealt a bad hand in life and it turned her bitter. Because she didn’t grow up with a lot of money I think she has spending guilt. She’ll splurge sometimes but she doesn’t own five fancy cars and a huge house. She probably has a smaller private property somewhere and conducts her business at Diego’s villa.

She’s an attractive woman, and she knows it. She’ll still put on a little makeup though. She’ll touch up her brows and put on mascara. She has no one to impress but she knows she’ll be taken more seriously if she’s perceived as attractive.

Valeria doesn’t do flings. Shes not some hopeless romantic, she doesn’t date around hoping to find the one. But, if she’s going to make herself vulnerable to another human being, physically or emotionally then she isn’t going to do it for someone who’s not going to appreciate it. The payoff needs to be worth the price. She learned her lesson.

She’s not the type to be soft and sweet in a relationship. She has her moments of course, but I can’t see her constantly calling you pet names and clinging to you. Her love language is acts of service. She’ll cook you food, bring you something to drink if you mention being thirsty, simple things she can do to make your life a little more convenient. If her you happen to be someone in her cartel she’ll show she cares by keeping a closer eye on you.

One of the men keeps making you uncomfortable? She’ll make sure you don’t have to interact with him. She’ll give you safer tasks and pay you a little more than the others. She might try to convince you to just quit all together. You’d be safer and happier tending to the home, she’s sure. She also just wants you to be financially dependent on her to make it harder to leave. Not that you’d want to. Shes a great girlfriend.

Just not during fights. She loves you but she has a nasty habit of blowing up at you. She’ll say things she knows will hurt you. There’s also the fact that she works a lot. She puts a lot of her time into the cartel. In keeping it going. You might feel lonely and neglected while with her.

She does love you. Even if she calls you replaceable she doesn’t mean it. If you get fed up and try to leave she’ll pull out the crocodile tears. It’s undignified, but she’s convincing enough with her promises to change and her woe-is-me act that you’d feel too guilty to leave.

If that doesn’t work she’ll turn to the only other thing she knows, threats of violence.

She also has jealously issues. She is territorial. She doesn’t make it obvious but she’s jealous of your friends. She doesn’t like your male friends even if you’re a lesbian yourself, and she views your female friends as potential competition regardless of their sexual orientation.

She won’t whine about it, but if you spend too much time with your friends she’ll take it out on you without telling you why. She’ll be snappy, give you the cold shoulder. Which ultimately leads into another fight. She doesn’t understand why you need friends. She doesn’t have friends and she’s fine.

She’ll make it up to you by buying you gifts. She’s not one to spend frivolously but she’ll drop a pretty penny on something if she thinks it will make you forgive her. You mentioned an article of clothing in a passing conversation five weeks ago? Well Valeria remembered and now it’s carefully folded up on the bed waiting for you. She sees a piece of jewellery that she knows you’ll like? It’s yours, but only if you forgive her.

Her favourite colour is pink. Her bedsheets are pink. Her nails are canonically pink. I don’t make the rules, her favourite colour is pink.

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Sweetness

Alejandro Vargas x fem/reader(18+)

COD/MW2

[Slight breeding kink,]

Your back is straight, your legs are crossed, your smile so sweet under your circumstances it looks sick. Encased in a metal confine, surrounded by men who can kill you in a few seconds, you’d have to play in their game. So you continue your streams of enigmatic answers to their interrogation.

“Valeria’s right.”

Your objective in this whole missile mishap, mission, or whatever the hell people would call it is simple. Everyone just seems to think other wise. Money talks and you keep the conversation going. It just so happens that your morals revolves around dollar bills, in pesos, pounds, or any forms so long as you can cash it in the bank.

“ That’s it. Hmph! You’re working for her? Over her? With her? Cual es?”

Alejandro who’s growing tired of your answers, breaks in a huff of frustration. He grew sick of Valeria’s taunt and now he has to deal with a new face that’s somehow less mouthy but much more vexing. Although his growing curiosity about who this vixen is maybe the real cause of his pent up anger.

“Guapo, if you want me to keep talking you’d have to pay me.”

You literally have to bite back a laugh at how the brunette you heard the men call, Alejandro turn slightly pink at the nickname. He honestly could not begin to comprehend why the way you called him handsome made him so flustered.

Flirting to safety wasn’t the first plan but if that’s what it takes, you know now how to begin. You couldn’t fully speak Spanish but even if you don’t speak at all you’d still have his eyes on you.

“How about this. Since this is most important to you…I’ll tell you first.”

That sickly smile now completely focus on Alejandro as the rest of the men seem to uncomfortably shift in their stance while waiting for you to continue.

“I’ll even discount my answers, if everybody else scrams.”

A chuckle slips through your lips as they somehow actually begin to consider your terms with quick glances at each other. Then letting out a huff, Graves orders everyone out of the metal container leaving only you and Alejandro.

Oh how easy it is for you to bust out of here.

They actually left. Although they may be outside, they left you alone with no restrains, unarmed but gifting a delicious man fully equipped.

You don’t know how to put your finger on it but every since meeting him on the roof of the cartel lieutenant’s mansion, Alejandro made you want to tease him. Getting captured with Valeria wasn’t part of the plan but staying that long in the Mediterranean home wasn’t either. Who could predict in the midst of your side hustle a whole ass swat team would ransack the place.

They’ve probably also figured out that you don’t have much loyalty towards Valeria and work for someone else completely, seeing how much authority you had in a house full of cartels. Even the mafia don’t treat their guests like royalty but they most definitely wanted your blessing. Now it was their job to decipher why and why not also ask about the missiles since you seem to know plenty.

And that’s what led you here, under interrogation in a metal container. Although with your skills you could walk away free, you’d be a little disappointed having to end your fun here.

“Well-”

“Ah! My price first.”

Pressing your index finger on Alejandro’s lips seemed to startled him just a tad. But that might be him not realizing how close you were to him.

“I’d have to see about transferring you pesos-,”once again the man is hushed by your finger. He’d be so entertaining to break, you’d just have to get closer. With his rifle out of the way…

“Aww, sweetling. I never said you’d have to pay me money,” taking a chance you stepped closer. Your front now pressed against the gun, you look up to study his face. His eyes are heavy, pupils blown, kissable lips slightly parted as he took a sharp intake of air. Oh and the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he gulped down his nerves. You knew he’s guard is on the edge of a drop.

Ugh! Who knew a man could look so appetizing that your the one feeling like there’s a 70ft drop before you. Come on! This is no time to be a pussy.

“Uhm…no?” Gosh the way his accent soaks into the smallest words that he lets out soaks your panties. Your starting to question if you’d break first.

“No. Do you want to know what my price is, Alejandro?” You keep your voice as light as your right hand when it reached his gun and sweeps it seamlessly out of the way. Fuck! Why are you getting so nerved.

Finally standing on your tippy toes you move to his left ear, leaving light breathes that caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. As smoothly as it went your right hand delicately traces its way from his chest, shoulders and then to gingerly rub the stubble along his jaw and upper neck.

Let’s just hope he doesn’t hear the heart beat bashing on your chest.

Come Y/N! Swallow those timid valor! You never had them before today.

With your mouth tracing his earlobe you continue the teasing. “Alejandro…fuck-please touch me.”

Aight, it’s up.

You knew the butterflies in your stomach at the start should’ve been a sign to take caution. Flirting your way to safety would’ve been easy if you weren’t getting wet feeling the hardness pressing on your stomach.

Your statement should’ve been confident and alluring but it escaped you sounding way too desperate with the airy whimper.

On top of that the soft grunt he made when you pressed your front harder on his cock had you rolling your eyes. Fucking hell! There’s no way a man can have this much affect on you!

“Ah-fuck. Alejandro, I want you to touch me. Mmhp…wanna feel you inside me, fuck your cum into me. Oh god, please. I’ll tell you anything. Just please, please fuck me-

You couldn’t even finish before he lost his senses, dropping the gun and dug his big hands into your waist. Sliding his gloved palms downwards, the brunette then lifted you into that solid body of his and rushed to press your back on the metal wall.

Your hands weaving into his hair as his mouth went to work on your neck. His chest pressed so tightly against yours that your breathe heaved even more and oh did those heavy pants and small whimpers egged him on.

The self-assured and flirtatious vixen now starting to melt in his palms and she looked so enticing all the while. Her cropped black tank top strap had fell off her shoulder, leaving more room for him to kiss and gnaw at. Her also black spandex they had left her in after ridding her cargo pants full of weapons and ammo was not doing a good job covering her neediness. Taking a quick glance he could already see her leaving wet patches on the front of his jacket. The sight alone made a moan slip out of him. If that wasn’t enough his hardness was aching in his pants, begging to be relieved.

“La hostia! Muñeca-my cremalle-mi zipper princesa”, even with his rushed sentence you understood. Hands leaving his hair, you reached his belt buckle. Then with some shuffling it came loose with sufficient room for you to unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pulling it down just enough to also bring his boxers with it.

His tip immediately bumped your lower ass before you started to take him in your palms. With steady strokes, feeling the veins along his length, his girth that your fingers and thumb barley touched, you knew he was just a size too big. His pre-cum ran down to your palms making you instinctively lick your lips and pant. This might sting but you can already feel your girl pulse and drool for him.

“Alejandro,” with a whine you unhook your legs form his waist. Your feet meeting the ground again before you began stripping for a man you met just a few hours ago. And he absolutely ate up the sight before him.

Left in only your panties, damp skin kissed by the hot sun of Las Almas. The man wanted to ask what did he do for The Lord to bless him with you? Or perhaps it was the Devil that sent you to him. You just looked so heavenly and sinful. Hair now loose from the braid it was in, the stray strands framed your beguiling face. He had a thought you might’ve just been playing his heart strings to get your way but your doe eyes and pouty lips that are begging him to continue throw those thoughts away. He wanted to know about your stories, what made you came to Las Almas. Beyond the stories of missiles and the cartel, why you’d put yourself in such danger. But that would have wait for another time.

Alejandro rushed to hike you back up, this time roughly pressing his hot lips to your pillowy ones. Heavy breathing bounced off the container’s walls as the two bodies take in as much air as they could while devouring in each other’s rousing scents, electrifying touch and the thrilling environment they were currently in.

This was supposed to be an interrogation…

You flirted often, yes. But you definitely weren’t the most experienced with intimacy and with the pace Alejandro’s tongue moved into your mouth, you knew the footing on your plan had completely crumbled away.

He pressed his body harder on yours, gripping his right hand on your hip, taking in as much of you he could. Your small mewls that left your lips. Along with the strings of sounds, the smell of vanilla blended with coconut and some florals. It’s like the man couldn’t pick up on the musky scent of sex as his left hand made its way to your panties.

“Mierda. You’ve runined your panties Muñeca,”

You moaned in his mouth as he reconnected your lips. Pushing your panties to the side before he rather impatiently inserted his middle and index fingers, as if to test your readiness for his cock. With a gravely grunt Alejandro began working in your pussy that was now making a mess all over his digits. He reluctantly paused his ravaging in your mouth once more to look at his work below.

“ Fuck Muñeca! Your pussy’s already in love with my fingers. Imagine how much she’ll love my cock stuffing her full, hm.”

All you could do was mewl and curse into his shoulders as he stuffed your throbbing womanhood. This smug man then begin to laugh at your current state.

“Que pasa, Muñeca? What happened to that assertive vixen telling my men to scram so she can bargain for her safety?”

It was now your turn to blush. You couldn’t for your life begin to think anymore. His scent was intoxicating you, hints of cleanly soap, gun powder and musk was enough to make you lose your mind. What else? His voice and accent. God have mercy you could cum with just his talks alone. AND don’t even get started on his long fingers working in and out, now pairing with his thumb on your clit.

You can feel a certain knot tying itself in your stomach, the twisting feeling caused your body to tremble and your eyes to brim with tears. The increase in volume and movement was a dead giveaway that you were close. Even so, Alejandro removed his hand from you core, cutting off the high that had been peaking thus far.

“N-no, please. Please, Alejandro.” Fuck. Your watery eyes with those lips that he made red and swollen caused his cock to drip. Such a pathetic plea and face along with a moan of his name.

“Aw, I know guapa. I just wanted to give that needy pussy of yours something bigger.”

With a taunting pout, Alejandro then gripped your sides before a hand left to guide his cock to your messy hole. He then let your body slowly slid down his length.

“Mierda! Your so tight. And what a fucking mess your making of my pants, princesa,” he couldn’t help his strangled moans as you took him in so willingly with the most welcoming clench on his manhood.

“Alejan-fuck! Too much.” You whine with hazy eyes as tears fell from the sting as well as the delight of him bullying his way inside.

Alejandro the tease only chuckled at your words, “your doing so well princesa, taking in my cock. Come on, you can take all of it.” He sang praises as he continue to slowly sink into you, kissing away the tears that had fallen on your flushed cheeks.

When he finally bottomed out he pulled back up to the tip before refilling your sloppy pussy and setting steady pace. Your volume now becoming alarmingly loud so as to prevent his team from hearing, his lips were back on yours.

Of course if the team hadn’t heard your voice already they probably hear the wet squelches as Alejandro’s cock picked up the pace. Feeling you flutter around him and hearing your increase in volume he began slamming so hard you couldn’t help but drip down his balls and to the floor.

Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, armed draped over his shoulders while he worked you up and down his manhood. You dissolved into putty in his arms, only able to babble incoherent words into his mouth. Saliva was slipping from the edges as he continued his assault in your hot cavern. Every audible cry you began to muster with your lips parted and connecting to his with a string of wetness would dissipate as he ate them up.

Ya, as if the team could hear…

The team catching on to Alejandro’s ‘special interrogation’ was the last thing he cared to pounder about anyways.

“Mmm, princesa. Your pussy’s a real fucking treat.”

And his cock is making you drunk.

“After this I’m never letting you leave.”

And you didn’t want to.

“You gonna let my breed your pussy, hm? Cum deep inside your filthy hole?”

“Fuck Yes! Please, please! Give your cum please.”

Alejandro’s pretty done keeping your voice down. Besides, he may as well give his men a treat hearing your pretty cries for his cum and cock that they would never indulge in themselves.

“Cum on me then, Muñeca.”

Just like a magic command, the build up in your core since Alejandro’s fingers fucked your pussy snapped.

Your high came crashing down in tremors and sniffling sobs. So out of breathe you barely finish chanting his name, whiteness covering your vision you’d think you were going to heaven. And what’s an even better feeling then this high heaven? His cum pumping into you as he groaned and thrusts it in deeper. More moans pass through you as Alejandro couldn’t help but grind his seeds into your hot mess, now leaking with his cum.

“Ugh, mierda. Your going to get me in trouble guapa.” With a soft laugh Alejandro peeked at the mess you two made below before his gaze carried back to your fucked-out face. God, just your face alone was making his length stir again.

BANG BANG!!

“Fucking hell! There better good intel after you guys clean up whatever mess y’all made in there!”

Ghost’s voice could be heard from behind the container door as strings of snickers followed. Keeping his gaze on your heavy lids that were now blown wide from the sudden startle, Alejandro knew he’d have to continue this later.

“Ya, ya.”

Yup. You weren’t leaving even if you spill your whole life story to the Spanish man.

[the-fiction-witch]

Dragon Blood

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n Stark Rating - Flirty AF + Mild sexy smutish Word Count - 1944

Jacaerys walked the Winterfell halls with Y/n Stark beside him, arrangements had been made and there was no escaping them. For the Pact of Ice and Fire, they would have to wed, Jacaerys was excited but nervous all the same as they walked together. His eyes lingered on her Stark grey dress, the fur that lines her shoulders, the way her hair falls perfectly. He clears his throat before he finally speaks.

"My Lady, if we are to go through with this, I would like to give you proper courtship. Would you allow me to court you for the remainder of my stay at Winterfell?"

"I'd be delighted Prince Jacaerys,” She smiled,

Jacaerys felt relief when he heard her accept this condition from him. She had been very accepting so far which he supposed was due to the importance of this pact. As they walked the corridors chatting and getting to know one another arm in arm he felt in heaven as he walked alongside Y/n once they were both alone. Their footsteps echoed through the halls, and for the first time in quite a while, he felt truly happy.

"My Lady, may I ask a question of you?" He whispered as they walked in silence.

"of course Prince Jacaerys," she cooed squeezing his arm,

He cleared his throat again, "My Lady, I have been so focused on trying to get Lord Stark to accept our pact, that I have yet to ask you about yourself. What do you like to do for fun, my Lady?"

"Oh," she blushed "well I like to read, to write, to sew. What about yourself Prince Jacaerys?"

"I love reading and sparring, my Lady. It's a shame it's considered impudent for me to take up something like sewing, though I would like to learn if you're willing to teach me."

"I'd be happy to teach you to sew, and I'm sure there are many things you could teach me in return"

"Well, I can teach you some sparing moves or even some high valerian,” He glanced at her, "only if you'd like to learn these things, my Lady."

"I'd like to. I'm sure you could teach me about sparing, valerian, perhaps even dragon riding one day if you wanted to of course I will not impose"

"My Lady, if you are genuinely interested, I would be overjoyed to teach you all those things."

"I would like to learn but I shall not push if you do not wish for your lady to know such things I understand" She nodded "I understand your blood is what gives you the capability to ride a dragon and I understand it is something I shall never have, not fully understand"

"My Lady, you are correct, Dragons require that blood to truly understand them on such levels." He hesitated, "But I have heard talkies of non-Targaryen’s who bond with a dragon, though..."

"oh, how is that?"

“Gaining trust takes great time but I have heard it can be done.” He nodded, “But I’m sure Vermax will learn to love you as I will,”

“I hope so,” she smiled, “And of course, we can hope for dragons for our children,”

“Yes, of course, young dragon riders.” He cooed,

“May I ask?”

“Yes, my lady?”

“I do not know how it came to be that families of Valeria can ride dragons?”

He took another deep breath and finally spoke. "Well... My mother has always told me, that...the old valerians shared something more intimate when bonding so that the Dragon would know his rider was devoted to them more than anything. If the bond was to be permanent, then the two of them were to..." Jacaerys's heart beat faster and faster the longer he spoke. This was the last thing he wanted Y/n to hear, but he knew it was part of his Valyrian blood, a part of his history. He took another deep breath before he finally spoke the words that he feared he would have to say. " it is said that they shared intimate relations, so the Dragon knows the rider is committed. And they bred with their dragons which is… supposedly where the dragon blood comes from and That's what makes us capable of commanding them."

she blushed "Really? Oh my goodness... I... I don't even understand how that's possible..."

He hoped that it didn't ruin things between them, he hoped she wouldn't think any less of him, but the thought of anyone doing something like that was making him nervous let alone knowing it was the reason he and his family were the way they are.

"humm baffling... Surely that's impossible I mean just based on measurements alone it seems very impossible"

"It's not impossible, my Lady. But...it is a bit of a challenge, depending on the size I’d Imagine.”

"Well, forgive me if I do not do such things just to be accepted by your family. I am quite alright watching from the ground is that is what it takes to join you in the sky" she explained,

He laughed, “No no! Of course not! Such things burned up with old Valeria I assure you, you have nothing to worry about,

“I’m glad, for a moment I was scared,” she giggled, “And after all, there is only one dragon I wish to be a riding on" she giggled tapping his nose and giving his cheek a small kiss before she opened the door to her chamber and invited him inside,

Jacaerys felt his heart pounding once more, His emotions were now a mix of excitement and nervousness. He walked into the room, hoping with every step that he would not disappoint his betrothed. She closes the door behind them and goes to the fire throwing a few more longs on

"I must apologise I like the room cold, I do hope it's not too cold for you Prince Jacaerys"

“No, no however your comfortable my lady,” He nodded sheepishly but very excited,

"so? Tell me I'm sure you have plans for me? Given we are to be married?"

Jacaerys's heart skipped a beat as she spoke, it was as if she was reading his mind. "Well, My Lady..." He paused for a moment. He did not want to seem too eager so he spoke as calmly as he could and tried to slow down the rushing of his heart. "...I was hoping... For a night with you."

"a night?" She chuckled, "Don't tell me I have to earn my right to join the family with... Relations with a dragon too?" she smirked running her hand across his shoulder,

Jacaerys's heart skipped another beat as she came over, and as he saw the smile on her face, he felt all his nerves fade away. Jacaerys chuckled a moment before he wrapped his arms around his soon-to-be wife. "I hope you know..." His voice was soft, like a whisper. "There's nothing I'd want to have more."

"I see... Well, your dragon is outside in the barn? Vermax?" She teased not really meaning it, "Shall we go see him then? Or would you prefer these relations be simply with a Targaryen dragon" she cooed stroking her hand against the silver buttons on his shirt tracing the small dragon shapes in the metal

"Well, my dragon's name is Vermax, yes... But I think Targaryen blood is merely enough." He teased back,

"if that is what Prince Jacaerys wants his lady wife to do" she whispered

Jacaerys's heart nearly stopped at the sound of her breath against his neck. The way she had whispered those words sent a shiver through his body, one of excitement.

"Your soon-to-be husband desires you, My Lady. Your words and your touch." he whined, “Perhaps tonight can be the first night of bonding between dragon and dire wolf,” he smirked,

Y/n chuckled slightly "Does he now? That is very good to hear Prince Jacaerys after all I handsome prince should desire his lady endlessly as much as she desires him," she cooed "And as for the bonding between dragon and direwolf, forgive me if I say that vermax may be too big and frightening for me, I think I have picked out a very impressive, very handsome, half Targaryen and half verlaryon blooded dragon,” she whispered,

“Humm and I think I have picked myself out a beautiful, sweet, stark dire wolf,” He playfully rubbed her nose and she giggled baring her teeth and playfully pretending to bite at his nose so he smirked and snapped his jaw back at her the two acting as if a dragon and dire wolf were nose to nose, "Then my lady," he whispered back, "I have a proposition that I think you might like."

"enlighten me Prince Jacaerys?"

“We throw away all concerns, all worries. Act as if we are already married.”

"humm if it would please you Prince Jacaerys"

"My Lady, you can imagine just how much this pleases me..."

she giggled "I'm sure it does. Perhaps even my sweet dragon could tonight be the one to take my Maidenhead"

Jacaerys felt his heart skip a beat when he heard her speak, his body reacting immediately to her words. "Oh, my sweet lady, I wish you knew just how much I desire you now..." He leaned down further until his mouth was near her ear, his voice low and deep, filled with just how much he wanted her. "And you can rest assured, I plan to be the first in every sense of the word." he growled, "Do you truly... Desire me as much as I desire you?"

"no," she answered "I desire you even more"

"Then show me."

Y/n chuckled a moment before her smile crawled across her lips, she shoved him backwards onto her bed he landed atop the sheets and furs on his back propped up by his elbows, she let him catch his breath from the shock before she climbed onto the bed, she mouthed his waist as of riding a horse and pushed her hips down onto his own with her gown spread across the bed around them," "Come here Jace darling," she cooed as she rested her hands on his cheeks one on each her fingers stroking his jaw as she pulled him into an intense kiss

Jacaerys's heart almost stopped when she pushed him onto the bed, and his breath was instantly lost as she climbed on top of him. He couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotions at her playful approach, and the kiss sent him into a dizzying state. He felt the fabric of her gown brush against him, and as they kissed, he felt his tongue find its way along her mouth. He could not help but feel his heart skipping with the intensity of the moment, and the emotions swelling inside him. Jacaerys was completely entangled with Y/n, and every moment brought him a new wave of joy as he felt her body pressed against him. This was what he had wanted for so long now, and it was so much better than he could have imagined She was so bold and eager with him, it was as if she could read his mind. He let his hands reach up and explore her body, grabbing onto her hips as he pulled her closer to him. The moment was perfection. As if their entire lives had been a long, drawn-out wait for this moment, their lips kept meeting, their bodies kept pressing against one another, and they were each other's only focus in this moment. Time seemed to stand still, as time passed away from the night, the only focus was being one. The world could crumble outside this room, and they wouldn't even know, as long as they had each other. The sensation was overwhelming, and Jacaerys was so filled with the need for her that he couldn't think of anything else… 

[lxstfathier]

Heat

Cowboy! Alejandro Vargas x Horse Hybrid! Reader

Summary: you’re given to Alejandro as a gift, soon becoming an important piece in his new life as a lonely cowboy. But things get out of hand when you get your first heat.

Warnings: slight degradation, unprotected sex, p in v, pussy slapping, breeding kink, corruption.

A/N: i absolutely love the hybrid!reader fics that i see around here, but they’re always a puppy or a bunny, so i decided to write one with a horse reader and finally here it is, i hope you all enjoy reading this just as much as i enjoyed writing it! 💗 (and before y’all come at me, no, this is not zoophilia and i don’t expect it to look like it)

Soon after catching Valeria, Alejandro decided to leave the military, leaving Rudy as the colonel of los vaqueros, opting for a more peaceful life away from violence.

He bought a nice house in the outskirts of las almas, with lots of land to plant and raise cattle. So, once he moved in to his new home, he put his hands at work to get everything nice and perfect, planting some seeds and acquiring some animals, just starting with some chickens, a small herd of cows and two horses.

His new life in the middle of nowhere seemed to go just right, like dream come true. That’s until, one day, he received a gift.

A black truck came into his property, saying that the had a special present from another high-ranked colonel in the mexican military that he used to know. And how could he deny such thing? of course it would be something to be grateful for.

However, nothing could have prepared him for when he saw you for the first time.

Getting out from the backseat, you finally put your feet on the dry soil, looking at Alejandro with big innocent eyes as he admired every single inch of your body. Hell, you were definitely a rare sight, one of a kind. He had never seen a hybrid before, and you looked almost human, but those pointy ears and long tail revealed your true nature.

“A beautiful young mare” that’s what the strange men told him you were, created in a laboratory with the most pure and strong bloodline. But to Alejandro? you were just a pretty girl who slightly resembled to a horse.

So he took you under his care, even though he knew nothing about hybrids and you were too shy to speak to him for several days, still not used to being out of the horrible lab where you were raised for almost two decades.

First, being careful not to scare you, Alejandro showed you around, all the way from his house to the vast land surrounding it, introducing you to the other animals there, with whom you connected immediately. Then, he prepared a stall for you to use every night, using extra wood shavings to make it more comfortable.

And, with such kind treatment, it wasn’t long until you started trusting your new owner.

Two weeks later, you got out of your stall by your own, running on the field with the other horses, hanging out with the cows and their little calves, or simply just sitting in the grass every evening, enjoying the last rays of sun while you watch Alejandro from afar, admiring the way he unloads bales of hay from his truck, shirtless, with his tanned skin and strong muscles glistening under the orange sky.

Sometimes you even eat diner with him on his kitchen, chomping on a bowl of grain and carrots while he eats whatever he finds, hearing him talk about all those interesting stories from his days in the military.

It all went well for a while, enjoying the time spent together, just getting to know each other. Until everything got complicated again.

After a few months, when your body reaches full maturity, you get your first heat. Something that you’re so innocent and naive to even understand what is going on. You feel weird all day, with a strange tingle between your legs and a sensitive hot skin, aching for any kind of relief.

So you ask Alejandro for help, thinking that an experienced man like him should know what to do in that situation, but he refuses every time, telling you to just get some rest till it goes away.

And you try, you really try, but by the end of the week it’s unbearable, growing desperate and needy, clenching your thighs together, almost whimpering in pain at the slightest friction.

It’s practically a torture for both of you. And he finally snaps when he sees you there, leaning on the fence, mindlessly trying to flirt with his stallions, even though the poor animals can’t smell your hormones due to your mixed dnas.

“Can you stop being a little whore for at least five minutes?” Alejandro grabs you by your arm, practically dragging you away from there, clearly fed up with all that.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, i- i don’t know what’s going on, i just want to feel better” you apologize, still not quite used to that new change in your body, looking up at him with teary eyes and flopped ears. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

He’s not mad, he’s just pent up after all those days of teasing. But he understands you, he knows full well that you’re going through something difficult and suffering because of it, and he doesn’t like to see his animals suffer.

“Then tell me what do you need to feel better” he says, as if he didn’t knew exactly what, letting go of your arm to caress your cheek and run his thumb over your pouted lips.

You don’t know exactly how to put it into words, but you try your best to communicate your needs and not get distracted by his pretty brown eyes, that delicate caress, or his bare torso where you can clearly see his toned muscles.

“Touch me. Please.”

“Así?” Alejandro asks, a smirk appearing on his face as one of his hands gets under your shirt to play with your tits and the other one finds its way between your legs, exploring your soaked folds.

You just nod, unable to speak, feeling as if you were about to melt from his touch, holding on to his strong arm for some stability.

“You’ve been such a tease for days. Whoring yourself out for everyone here to see, and do you know what happens to little whores like you? huh? they get treated like one.”

You can’t process his words, you’re out of your mind already, but you’re willing to let him do whatever he wants to you, as long as he keeps giving you that sweet relief that you’ve been craving all week.

Alejandro smirks, almost mocking how pliant you are him, easily pushing you with his arm until your back hits a pile of hay bales. Now totally cornered and slightly scared, feeling your prey instincts come to surface.

Then, he grabs you by the waist, effortlessly lifting you up to make you sit on top of a few bales, just at the perfect height for him to spread your legs and admire that pretty pussy between your legs, all swollen and slick, practically dripping with arousal.

“Look at you, hermosa. So fucking wet. Who would have thought that such a innocent creature would be a total slut begging for cock.” he says, placing a few hard smacks to your sensitive cunt, making you squirm and whine with each impact.

“Please” you cry, trying to stop his hand.

“Please what?”

“F-fuck me Ale. Please, i need it.” you plead, looking up at him with teary eyes, wanting nothing more than to end your agony.

“Si?” Alejandro smiles, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, letting his hard cock spring free. “You want me to breed this little pussy?”

He wraps a fist around his length, dragging the tip along your slit, mixing his pre cum with your sweet juices. And the pure sight of that big veiny cock teasing you poor cunt is enough to make you clench around nothing.

You buck your hips, encouraging Ale to put it in already. And he does it, being kind enough to decide that it’s been enough torture for you, guiding his fat cock to your entrance, sliding it inside inch by inch, growling when he feels how tight you are around him.

There’s a slight stinging in the way he’s splitting you open, stuffing you so full and deep that you can almost feel him in your guts, but you like it, even if your eyes get teary and pained cries escape your lips.

“Tranquila hermosa. Let me take care of you, si?” he soothes you once he’s fully sheathed inside, caressing your fluffy ears as he kisses you softly, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

Alejandro starts thrusting slow, just to get you adjusted to him, and also because he doesn’t want the moment to end so soon. If he could be buried in your warm cunt for an eternity, he would, without a second thought.

But, when both of you start to get eager for more, he picks up a fast pace. His thrusts become harder, impaling you with his girth over and over, making you feel as if you were about to break in half, but at the same time, an immense pleasure with each hit against that soft spot deep inside you.

It’s too much. You break the kiss to moan loudly, digging your nails on the soft skin of his back, already knowing that you won’t last any longer.

And he can tell quite easily that you’re close by the way your walls hug him tight and your body tenses. So he gives you a little help, moving a hand down to rub your clit with his thumb, in fast circular motions that have you screaming out his name.

“Ale! f-feels so good! ah! i’m- i’m gonna-“

You can’t even finish your incoherent babbles when the orgasm hits you, exploding with waves of pleasure, crying and shaking under him, with you arousal being enough to form a creamy ring at the base of his cock.

“That’s it, good girl” Alejandro praises you, slowing his thrusts for a few seconds while you ride out your high. “Now i’m gonna pump you full of my cum, and you’re gonna carry my child and be a good mommy, si? you want that?”.

You’re so cockdrunk that you can only nod, just being able to concentrate on how his hands keep your legs open, the way he fucks you with new newfound strength, abusing your tiny hole, and the filthy squelching noises between your bodies.

Alejandro mumbles curses in spanish while you whine from the overstimulation, and it’s not long until his thrusts lose rhythm, finally coming undone. His cock twitches inside your warm cunt, flooding your fertile womb with thick ropes of white seed as a deep grunt escapes from his throat.

He ruts into you for a while, enjoying the delicious sensation, and then slowly pulls out, keeping your legs open to admire the mess. Your pussy is absolutely wrecked, with slick smeared all over it, slightly sore and dripping with his cum. And he’s proud of it.

“You’re feeling better?” he asks, rubbing your trembling thighs and fixing his pants.

“Yeah. A little bit” you answer shyly, knowing that it’s going to take more than that to calm your heat.

“Well, i guess that we’ll have to do this all weekend. Until your heat is gone, or until you give me a little filly… or a strong colt, i don’t care.”

You smile at his comment, not caring about it either, anything sounds good to you. But Alejandro is not shy to hide his desire to be a father, in love with the idea of having a lovely kid just like you, with ears and tail, running around the farm.

But, for now, he has to take care of you, his precious little mare. So he takes you in his arms, carrying your exhausted body to the house as you cling to his neck, ready to give you a nice bath, braid your hair and dress you with another clean shirt.

All while thinking that you are definitely the best gift that he has ever received.

[prythianpages]

ACOSM | The Night her Powers Came

azriel x rhy's sis (oc)

*disclaimer bc this takes place before Windhaven, therefore Azriel is not in this.

warnings: fluff/mild angst

A/N: this is an imagine among my collection of imagines that follow Rhysand's sister, Valeria. while I'm still working on it, you can find the masterlist for it here. Also, I don't remember when Cerridwen and Nuala first came into Rhys's life so for the sake of this imagine, let's pretend they've been with him for a long time. I think they were a gift to his mom by his dad? or maybe that was just something I read in another imagine.

**

“Rhys?”

Rhysand turned his head in alarm. He had left his door open but he hadn’t heard the footsteps approaching. He relaxed as he found his little sister peeking her head through the doorway, her favorite doll clutched in her free arm. Her eyes were tired and lips curved into a slight pout. She was never a fan of storms, always seeking comfort in her older brother during times like these so it was no surprise when she asked if she could stay with him.

“Come here.” Rhysand beckoned with a tired smile. He pushed his luggage aside and laid on his bed, patting the empty spot next to him. He had been packing for his move to Windhaven. He was now eight and it was time to begin his training to become an Illyrian warrior. Although he was the heir to the Night Court, his father had also agreed on this move. Both of his parents deemed that it was important to train so that he wouldn’t become reliant on his developing powers alone.

Valeria wasted no time in diving under the warmth of his covers, eliciting a chuckle from him. She made sure to tuck her doll in too, claiming that her doll–or Darla as she often corrected him– was also scared of storms and in need of cuddles. She turned her body to face her older brother. 

“I don’t want you to go.” She said quietly with a frown.

Rhysand’s heart dropped at her words. “I don’t want to leave you either.”

As there was no need for Valeria to train, the move to Windhaven had not included her. Of course, this didn’t mean her mother was going to abandon her. Her mother had reassured her that she would be constantly going back and forth between their house in Windhaven and the Moonstone palace as well as her father would remain to watch over her.

However, the latter did not bring her any comfort. She knew this meant she’d spend most of her time with Cerridwen and Nuala and there was also their cousin, Mor. So it wasn’t like she would be completely alone but it would not compare to the same comfort as her mother or Rhysand.

“Who else is going to keep me and Darla company during–” She flinched, cowering away under the blankets as the crashing thunder roared furiously. When the sound ended, she lifted her head and peered over his shoulder to look out the window with glossy eyes. “It’s so dark.”

Rhysand shifted in his bed so that he could be facing Valeria. He resisted the urge to tease the irony in his sister being afraid of the dark when she herself was a daughter of the Night. But he knew what Valeria meant. Tonight’s sky was full of clouds so dense that not even the glow of the moon or stars could cut through the darkness.

“The stars and moon are still here watching over us.” Rhysand assured her.

Valeria raised an eyebrow.

Rhysand smiled, extending his hand out as an idea popped into his head.

 “See, they’re right here,” he said as his hand began to glow, glittering stars rising from the palm of his hand and illuminating the room further. “They just needed a little break for the night. They’re sorry that their snoring scares you.”

“That sound is the stars snoring?” Valeria asked, her wide eyes tracking each and every star that rose from Rhysand’s palm as they found their place in the room.

Another crack of thunder sounded. This time, Valeria did not flinch. Her heart still couldn’t help but race at the sound but she found herself giggling this time. “They snore weird.”

“They do.” Rhysand agreed,joining her in her laughter and glad that his plan had worked. He gestured for her to also extend out her hand. “Here, you try it.” 

Rhysand had meant to transfer the floating stars above his hand over to hers but she did not reach for his hands. Instead, she lifted her own palm up, her eyebrows knitting together. He meant to correct his unclear instructions, opening his mouth to avoid the disappointment he feared coming.

As soon as he began sounding out his first syllable, his mouth shut. 

There, in the palm of her hand was the tiniest flicker of light. It took only a couple of seconds for the flicker of light to turn into a beam of star light coming straight from her palm and as she concentrated further on the light, Rhysand couldn’t help but snort to himself at the sight of her tongue sticking out.

“Look, Rhys!” Valeria cried out in excitement as the beam of light morphed into a sphere, swirls of silver rotating around it. “It’s the moon!”

The moon glowed brightly at the palm of her hand. Floating further and further up, both Valeria and Rhysand watched in awe as her moon joined his stars. 

“You have a gift,” Rhysand said with a smile.

“A gift?” Valeria gasped, turning to her brother. The moon she had conjured was quick to disappear as her attention diverted from it. “Where?”

Rhysand couldn’t help but laugh again.

**

Valeria hadn’t realized how dependent she was on her brother for company and entertainment or her mother for comfort and constant reassurance. It was no secret that Valeria was not her father’s favorite and it came as no surprise to her that his current work schedule allotted little time for her. It had been a week since Rhysand and her mother moved to Windhaven. They promised to visit once they were fully settled into their new home there, which would be a couple of days more and just in time for their monthly court meeting. 

Rhysand had just gotten fitted for his Illyrian leathers, per his notes of excitement. Before they had left, they gifted her an enchanted scroll and the three–or should she say four as she often sought out Mor’s help since she couldn’t read or write herself yet–exchanged notes every day.

On days Mor wasn’t there to help, Valeria would opt to scribble hearts and doodles of them. Her doodles consisted of her family as stick figures and she always drew Rhysand’s stick figure with the biggest head to which Rhysand would respond with his own stick figure version of their family with Valeria’s stick figure having a wild bird nest as hair. Their father was never included in their family’s stick figure drawings. However, sometimes Mor would make an appearance in them.

A hard smack sounded throughout the room as the sound of wood against wood met, causing Valeria to flinch. “A lady does not get distracted in her own thoughts while being spoken to!”

“Well a lady can’t help it if the topic is such a bore.” Mor huffed beside Valeria in her defense. She laid her head down on the table and blew her blonde bangs from her face.

“Morrigan!” Their instructor, Silvia, reprimanded as she struck her wooden stick against the table next to where Mor’s head rested. Mor did not flinch as Valeria did and instead glowered.

“Miss Silvia,” Valeria gasped with wide eyes, a devious glint flashing amongst her violet orbs. “A lady does not raise her voice.”

Valeria and Mor exchanged a look before bursting into giggles. She did not know how she would survive this etiquette class if it were not for her cousin. Mor was two years older than her so unfortunately, this was the only class they shared. But it had given Valeria something to look forward to every week day.

 Silvia slumped into a seat, across the table from the young girls with a sigh. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You two ladies have yet to learn. Count your blessings on your high statuses as it ensures you will marry. As far as keeping your future husbands happy, who knows...”

“Can we go now?” Mor asked.

“Yes, you may go.” Silvia dismissed with a wave of her hand, muttering how the two girls would give her premature gray hairs with all the stress from their lack of progress in her etiquette class.

Mor and Val squealed in excitement at their dismissal, grabbing each other’s hands as they ran out of the room and headed for the gardens of the Moonstone Palace. They loved spending time in the gardens as the flowers were always in bloom and the soft splashing of the grand water fountain always brought comfort. Not to mention the light bugs that would appear as the sun began to set, twinkling around them as if they were tiny stars themselves. Mor and Val enjoyed chasing after them until the moon took the sun’s place and they were forced to part ways.

That’s how most of her weeknights ended. On days where they’d be bored of running around the gardens or the weather was not ideal for them to be out in, they’d find comfort in the palace’s library. Mor would pick a book, usually one related to Valkyries, and read outloud to her best ability. 

That’s where the two girls found themselves after their last lessons of the week.

“One valkyrie tek-neek was mind-stilling. They used it to calm their minds and emo-tions.” Mor read, struggling to enunciate some of the words. “It is the act of sitting and quiet-ing their mind. It is used to stay calm in the face of fears..Hmm, interesting should we give it a try?”

Val nodded her head eagerly.

Mor shifted so that she sat across Val, placing the book in between them so she can walk them through the steps. Val mirrored Mor, resting her hands over her knees. “Now, we take three deep breaths. In through our nose for a count of six and out through the mouth for a count of six. Don’t overthink it, just close your eyes and breath.”

“Now let your breathing steady and focus on the sounds around you. Acknowledge them, then let them fade away.”

Val continued to take deep breaths as she continued to follow Mor’s instructions. She focused on the sound of their breathing, the light crackling of the fireplace nearby and willed them to fade away. She surveyed her body next, starting from her head and slowly working down from her wings to her toes when she felt it.

A strange weightless, almost numbing feeling. The air around her grew cold and still. And before she knew it, she felt as if she were floating. It felt different from flying.

When she would fly, she’d feel the weight of her wings and while her wings were out–as she was unable to glamor them as Rhysand often did– she could no longer feel their comforting weight.

Let go, child. A chilling voice whispered. Come to us.

“Val!”

At Mor’s sharp cry, Val’s breathing faltered. She found herself all of a sudden feeling heavy and then, she felt like she was falling. The familiar weight of her wings came back to her and she willed them to spread wide and keep her from the horrifying feeling of falling.

She felt warm hands grasp hers, shaking them and it was only then that Val willed her eyes to open to find herself back in the palace’s library, a worried Mor right in front of her. Val blinked, feeling light headed and dizzy as the books that lined the shelves seemed to spin around them. That voice…

“Are you okay??”

“Yeah.” Val replied, eyebrows knitting in concern over the panic in Mor’s voice. “Did you hear that voice too?”

“Voice?” Mor repeated in a confused manner. She let go of Val’s hands, placing them against her forehead. Val grimaced at her warm touch. “Val, you’re freezing! Are you sure you’re okay? You were glowing!”

“Glowing?”

“So bright like the moon! I could feel it behind my closed eyes. I thought you were messing around but when I opened my eyes, you were hunched over and your breathing was all weird–”

Val drowned out the rest of Mor’s retelling as she tried to recollect herself. She hadn’t felt her breathing slow while meditating. She only felt as if she were floating and free, no longer confined to her body. And then the voice called out to her. It lured her and if it hadn’t been for Mor waking her, she feared she would’ve followed it to who knows where. 

The two promised not to speak of this to anyone and Val begrudgingly agreed not to try mind-stilling. At least not when alone. After assuring Mor that she was alright for the hundredth time, Mor said her goodbyes.

**

The next morning was a joyous one for Valeria. She could not contain her excitement at breakfast as she filled her mouth with eggs and ham, swinging her legs. The High Lord, her father, sat at the head of the table. Valeria sat at the seat to his right, choosing to take her mother’s seat as she found her seat to be too far from her father. Not that it mattered as he barely shared any words with her. However, she was just content for what little time he chose to spend with her.

“I learned what tek-nik means, father!”

“Technique.” The High Lord was quick to correct, shooting her a glare when one of her excited leg swings hit one of his own.

“Sorry!” Val apologized with a sheepish smile, the huge mouthful of food she had hastily shoved into her mouth daring to seep out.

The High Lord sighed deeply, as he always did when annoyed by his youngest. He set his fork down and rose from his seat. He didn’t bother to spare her another glance as he left the dining room.

 “Be good tonight and don’t cause trouble.”

Valeria’s eyes lit up at the invitation.

She was not allowed to join the previous Night Court’s monthly meetings. It was always attributed to her age–she was only six after all. However, she remembered hearing from the maids that Rhysand first attended when he was two. Of course, their attendance wasn’t of much importance as they were kids and they were not allowed to join in on the actual meeting between the High Lord and his overseers.

These meetings were in private and meant to update each other of their respective locations as well as any growing threats nearby. After these meetings was where the fun began. There was music by the Night Court’s finest orchestra that often led to dancing and not to mention the vast amount and variety of food prepared by the best cooks in the city. That is what Valeria looked forward to the most. As she finished up her breakfast, she couldn’t help but wonder if lemon cakes were among the dessert menu for tonight.

**

“Where is my little star?”

“Mama!” Valeria cried with joy as she ran to her mother. Her wings stretched wide open as she jumped and then soared into her mother’s awaiting arms.

“Oh my, how strong you’ve gotten!” Lady Yvaine laughed as she regained her balance from the impact. She held her daughter close and tight, rejoicing in her familiar scent as Val buried her head into her neck. She hated having to be apart from one of her children and the image of Valeria’s teary eyes and pout from when they had to part ways was all Yvaine thought about the past couple of days. While it brought her joy to see Rhysand taking part of their Illyrian culture, she worried over Valeria’s wellbeing too.

As Valeria pulled away to smile up at her mother, Yvaine promised to herself she would do her best to appeal to her husband to allow her to take Valeria back to Windhaven with her. “Mor taught me how to write some words, mama!”

“Yeah? Well, tell her she’s a terrible teacher.” Another voice joined them.

Val’s head whipped around to find her brother entering her room with a sly grin. He held up a piece of parchment paper in his hands and Val had to squint to identify the contents of it. She giggled as she recognized her own handwriting.

Val had learned about letters this week in her lessons and how they were used for many reasons. She had begged Mor to help her send one to Rhysand, claiming that the act of sending a letter was much more exciting than using the enchanted scroll.

“You got my letter!” Val exclaimed happily as her mother set her down, allowing her to run and hug her brother.

“To Rhys, the best big bruder.” Rhysand continued to laugh as he returned his little sister’s hug. Aside from his sister’s barely legible handwriting, the letter was filled with many different paint colors and pressed flowers she glued on to the page with the infamous stick figure drawing of Rhysand.

“I’m so glad you loved it.” Val said as she pulled away, her violet eyes twinkling in delight.

“I didn’t say I lov–” Rhysand’s mother shot him a sharp look. “What I mean to say is that I missed you too, Val.”

“Come on, you two. It’s time to get ready for tonight.”

**

“So handsome, my sweet boy.” Yvaine praised her oldest as she straightened his coat’s collar, admiring the intricate silver beading that ran along the front upper collar that she had done herself.

“And of course, my beautiful sweet girl.” She continued to praise as she then turned to her youngest, who was wearing a black dress with silver beading that matched Rhysand’s. The dress was long and tailored well so that Val would not trip over the hem. The sleeves were long and made of mesh with an overlay of silver stars running down the arms. There was a small slit among the arm sleeves to allow for a wispy ethereal look. To top off all of their looks, they all wore silver crowns adorned with stars and moonstone.

The Lady of the Night Court wanted to make sure that her children were dressed to part and shining as the stars they are for tonight’s event so she took it to herself to design and create their attire herself. She was dressed in a design of her own as well–a silver and black long gown that suited her curvy silhouette perfectly. Even her husband was dressed in all black and wearing a coat similar to Rhysand’s. The High Lord and his son had never looked more alike.

It was an important night as it would be the first meeting that the High Lord of the Night Court brought along his whole family. The last time they had made a family appearance was before Valeria’s birth. 

It had been planned to make an appearance shortly after Valeria’s birth to present her as the Daughter of the Night. But Valeria had fallen ill and was on the brink of death one month after birth while Lady Yvaine continued to struggle to heal from the strenuous birth. Rumors had immediately surfaced that the Night Court was on the verge of falling apart. If the High Lord couldn’t keep his newborn daughter alive and struggled to help his wife heal, then how could he keep the Night Court afloat? Even Rhysand had fallen victim to rumors as they began to question his legitimacy as heir as well as the powers the High Lord claimed he was developing.

But tonight was the night that all rumors would be disproved.

Valeria was a healthy six year old girl, despite her tendencies to fall to a mysterious sickness every month. The disease that had plagued her as a one month old never truly went away, choosing to linger and resurface in a milder form every new moon. The High Lord kept her isolated during those times to keep further rumors from surfacing, not wanting Valeria’s reputation to continue to taint his legacy as High Lord of the Night Court.

The Lady of the Night Court had returned to her duties shortly after her full recovery from giving birth. She radiated beauty and warmth, bringing back solace to the court. The people often wondered when there’d be another arrival of a child of the Night. It almost felt like a race of who would announce the coming of another child amongst the Spring, Autumn and Night court as they each had two children.

But only the Lady and High Lord and their most trusted healer, Madja, were aware that there would be no more children of the Night.

Madja feared that if Lady Yvaine became pregnant with child again, she would not survive it and the High Lord did not take this lightly. Meanwhile, the third son of the Spring Court was born a year after Valeria and the Autumn court now had four sons. This only fueled his frustration and distaste with his youngest further. She had already caused so much trouble within her six years of living. He suspected if his daughter was meant to be a curse–bestowed upon him by the Cauldron or Mother herself.

While the appearance of Valeria at the meeting would be the first, she was not the highlight of the night’s event. Rhysand was.

Tonight would be the night the High Lord of the Night Court would officially name Rhysand as his heir. Everyone could feel the strong power within the young boy. His powers had developed at a much faster and alarming rate than anticipated. With the announcement of Rhysand learning to train and fight as an Illyrian warrior, the High Lord hoped that this would quell all negative gossip of the Night Court being weak. Some even suspected that Rhysand would grow to become the most powerful High Lord of Prythian. The Night Court was strong and filled with great prospects and prosperity– a force to be reckoned with.

Lady Yvaine walked forward with her head high, a cool mask over her features as she walked behind her husband. Her High Lord. One hand held Rhysand’s hand and the other held Valeria’s as they walked into the Court of Nightmares. Together. As a family. For the first time in years.

Valeria found herself extremely overwhelmed. There were so many eyes on her and the majority did not appear friendly. She had wondered why they called her home the Court of Nightmares but now it all made sense. She found comfort in the lively and alluring music of the orchestra–Prythian’s finest, she had heard some call them.

She watched in awe as the orchestra played perfectly in tune, following along with the conductor.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Val’s gaze shifted to the person who had come to stand beside her. She was surprised to find an older blonde woman with rich brown eyes–Mor’s mother–but the surprise morphed into disappointment when she noticed that Mor was not in attendance. 

“Your grandmother used to play the violin, you know. She learned at a young age and when she was an adult, she traveled all over Prythian. They said she was among the best. She met your grandfather when performing here and well, the rest is history.”

“Did she continue to play?” Valeria asked, her curiosity piqued at the mention of her grandparents. Apart from the knowledge that they were dead, Val knew nothing else of them. She was never brave enough to ask her father either.

“For the Court of Nightmares only.” Mor’s mother replied as she nursed a glass of wine as dark as blood in her hands. “Allegedly, her music was the only thing that could bring your father–the High Lord–comfort when he was young.”

Val’s features contorted into a grimace at the thought. She could not imagine her father finding delight in anything. In fact, she couldn’t even recall a time where her father wasn’t scowling or frowning and she allowed her gaze to travel to the throne to confirm. But she couldn’t help but wonder when was the last time her father smiled–if he had even done so at all. Was it when he met her mother? Married her? Or Perhaps, the last time was when his mother last played the violin for him. She made a quick mental note to bring up the violin to her mother before bed.

The High Lord’s gaze shifted to find violet eyes that matched his own staring back at him. With a raise of his hand, he beckoned Val and Mor’s mother forward. They approached the High Lord, who still sat upon his throne. Lord Keir–Mor’s father–, Lady Yvaine, and two other Lords, ones Val had yet to meet, stood in front of the throne in conversation.

Val shifted toward her mother, her nerves unsettling as the men stared at her. Her fingers latched onto her mother’s gown and her violet eyes were wary of the uncomfortable and unwanted attention.

“This is my daughter. Valeria.” The High Lord announced.

“I was not aware you had such a lovely daughter, my Lord.” One of the older lords commented. “I have a son around her age. I would love to introduce him to you one day. Perhaps, they’d make good friends.”

Friends, Val’s eyes widened at the thought. She didn’t have many friends. Her only friends were her family, Rhys and Mor.

Lord Keir scoffed. “And what greater benefit could an alliance between your son and Daughter of the Night provide than one with my son? I could offer my Darkbringers at his High Lord’s disposal.”

Mor’s Mother turned to Val with a smile, always quick to back up her husband. “Wouldn’t you like to get to know my oldest better? Perhaps, if you and Mathis get along well, you could marry and live tog–”

“My daughter is much too young to understand, much less be involved in marriage politics. Especially to a cousin."

"Distant cousin." Mor's mother was quick to add.

Lady Yvaine placed a protective hand over Val’s shoulders. She forced a polite smile onto her face, her dark eyes tense. The whitening of Val’s knuckles as she clutched onto her mother’s dress did not go unnoticed by her.

Val was young but old enough to understand the implications of marriage. She had asked her mother about it one night, when she was braiding her hair. Her mother told her that marriage was something special, something beautiful as it was a union between two people who sometimes loved each other. But she also knew that marriage meant separating from your family to join another and it was usually the woman who had to leave her family.

And she refused to leave her family to be tied to Mor’s older brother, Mathis. She’d already met her cruel older brother multiple times before. His presence always brought her unease. He made a habit of pulling Mor’s long blonde hair and making her cry. Val wanted nothing to do with him.

“My wife is correct.” The High Lord finally chimed in. “The girl is only six. We’ll discuss potential alliances through marriage when the time is apropriate.”

The High Lord looked toward his daughter, who still clutched onto her mother. He motioned for her to leave with a nod of his head and with an encouraging push from her mother, Val hurried away from them in search of her brother with an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

 As the High Lord watched his daughter walk away, he realized that perhaps, Valeria was not entirely useless. She was the first daughter to be born to a High Lord in years–centuries even, perhaps. Pyrthian was full of sons at the moment and there were two unwed High Lords in Pyrthian. The prospects were many…

**

Valeria found Rhysand at the dessert table–the latter stuffing his face with chocolate cake. Much to her disappointment, there was no sight of lemon cakes anywhere. Her bottom lip quivered.

“What’s wrong with you?” Rhysand asked in between mouthfuls as he noticed Valeria was on the verge of tears. He swallowed and then frowned. “Are you feeling unwell? The next new moon is in two weeks–”

“I don’t want to marry Mathis.” She whispered, bile rising in her throat. Her hands were fists at her side and trembling.

“Why would you have to marry that brute? He's our cousin.”

“I don’t know.” Val replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “But I don’t like him. He smells.”

A couple of tears escaped Valeria as her shoulders began to tremble. Her fists uncurled and Rhysand’s gaze fell down to her hands as he noticed a flicker of light. It was faint and small–like the lighting of a candle at first– and he watched at a loss for words as the light began to grow bigger and bigger. It trailed up her hands and then, to her arms, casting a silver glow to her skin. It was the same light he had witnessed a week earlier, the manifestation of Valeria’s developing powers and just as he had been when his powers first developed, Valeria was losing control.

Rhysand was quick to drop his chocolate cake onto the table and grab a hold of Valeria’s hands. He was still learning to control his own powers so he hoped he knew enough to help his sister. He called upon the darkness that lingered within him, urging it to engulf Valeria’s light and dampen her glow to avoid any unwanted attention.

“Listen to me, Val. You are not going to marry Mathis.”

“You promise?”

There was such desperation in Valeria’s eyes that it made Rhysand’s own violet eyes water. Her light began to flicker and dwindled.

“I promise.” Rhysand said as he squeezed both of her hands, relief flooded through him as her light diminished, dampened by his darkness as water dampens fire. “I promise that you will marry someone that makes you happy. Someone who makes you laugh. Someone who loves you just as much as you love them.”

“Someone who smells good?” Val questioned, her eyebrows knitted in concern.

 “Someone who smells good.” Rhysand added.

Valeria felt herself calm down, soothed by her brother’s words, as she stared down at their joined hands. She watched as a crescent moon in the form of black ink appeared on the fourth finger of her left hand. A dark fine line joined on either side of the moon as it wrapped completely around her finger. Two dotted lines appear, one on top and one on bottom to the fine line along with little stars. Her gaze drifted up Rhysand’s arm as she noticed a similar crescent moon form one his left hand with similar lines and stars wrapping around his wrist. 

They both looked at each other filled with astonishment as their bodies were now marked with a permanent reminder of the promise Rhysand had just made.

Rhysand hoped that no one had seen or noticed them. 

But someone did notice.

Their mother.

Lady Yvaine’s eyes widened, her heart racing with unease and anxiety as she clutched the side of her gown. The same area Valeria had been holding onto. The same area that now had a hole, revealing the black silk that had originally been covered by black glittery mesh–the mesh that now had rough edges and appeared as if it had been burned off.

Valeria was gifted. Just like Rhysand. And she feared what would happen to her daughter if anyone else found out. Unfortunately for Valeria, she was a girl and this world did not take kindly to females with power. The lords of the Night Court already had their hungry, vulture eyes on her. If they discovered she was gifted as well–

Lady Yvaine shuddered at the thought.

She had to keep Valeria close. She had to keep her away from the hungry eyes and vultures among the Court of Nightmares. There was no way she was returning to Windhaven without Valeria.

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #5

Sherlock: *gets stabbed*

Sherlock: Oh, look at that.

Sherlock: I’ve been impaled.

Nikolai: 😱

———

Nikolai, singing: I have loved you since we were 18.

Price: We met when we were, like, 23.

Nikolai: …

Nikolai, singing: I’ve been stalking you since I was 18!

———

Ghost: You have exactly three seconds to explain why you just woke me up.

Price: Because it’s morning and you should be awake.

Ghost: Oh… Interesting… I didn’t know you wanted to die today!

Price: Simon, you can’t kill me.

Ghost: It’s too late, I’ve already decided how.

———

Sherlock: I really like Eminem.

Soap: I prefer Skittles.

Sherlock: No like the rapper-

Soap: WHY WOULD YOU EAT THE WRAPPER?!!?

———

Sherlock: I have never seen two stable best friends. Always one of them has to lose their shit.

*Ghost and Soap look at each other*

Ghost: Wait, you’re telling me one of us is actually supposed to be stable!?

Soap: Ah, shite!

———

Soap: Who did you look up to most as a child and why?

Gaz: Uh, my parents because they were taller than me.

———

Soap: There are 1 million 13 thousand 150 words in the ENTIRE English Dialect and yet there is not a single combination of them that describes my URGE to HIT you WITH A CHAIR!

Graves: *pissed off*

*Soap pulls out a black umbrella from who knows where and opens it in front of Graves, showing him a hand that was giving him the middle finger*

———

Laswell: What was Plan A?

Ghost: Don’t fuck up.

Price: And what was Plan B?

Soap: Don’t fuck up Plan A.

Price: And what did you guys do?

Gaz: Fucked up p-

Sherlock: You fucked up Plan A.

———

Rudy: Ale, get out of the house. Valeria is here!

Alejandro: Well, tell Valeria to hold up because I’m doing some important shit.

*Alejandro starts playing music*

Alejandro’s phone: “You used to call me on my cell phone”~

Valeria: What the fuck?

———

General Shepherd: If you don’t like me at my worst, then you don’t like me at my best.

Price, holding a gun to Shepherd’s head: I don’t like you at all!

———

Sherlock: In every group of friends, there is the dumb one.

*Ghost looks at Soap*

Soap: Really

———

Laswell: When did you get here?

Price: I spent the night.

Laswell: …But I remember you leaving before I went to bed. You said “Good night, I’m going home!” And then you left.

Price: Yeah, but then on my way out I tripped and fell down the stairs.

Laswell: Oh my god, were you hurt?

Price: Nah, I just didn’t feel like getting up.

———

*at 7am*

Sherlock: Why is Gaz running?

Sherlock, yelling: Are you ok!? Is somebody chasing you!?

Gaz, yelling back: I’m running on purpose!

Sherlock: You’re running on purpose? It’s 7 in the morning!

———

Ghost: ArE yOu ReAdY tO DiE????

Sherlock: No??

Ghost: ThEn I’lL cOmE bAcK lAtEr!

———

Soap, slurring: You do realize that humans were really supposed to be on this earth to eat fruit-

Price: Is he drinking?

Soap: -in the wilderness butt naked-

Nikolai: I love it when he’s like this.

Soap: -and fuck, right?

Sherlock: He’s definitely drunk.

Soap: All this hard work shit is shit we brought ourselves.

———

Price: Where are you, Laswell? This place is fancy, and I don’t know which fork to kill myself with.

———

Soap, talking to Graves: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Graves: …

Soap: No, a summer’s day is not a bitch.

———

*Sherlock walks outside with a coffee in her hand*

*She sees JTF Ghost Team fighting Shadow Company*

Sherlock: god it’s brutal out here *sips coffee*

Rudy: Aren’t you gonna help us?

Sherlock: uhmm no *walks back inside*

Soap, shaking his head: You had to ask.

Rudy: 😰 She is a psychopath!

———

Alejandro: Keep your eyes closed, I have a surprise!

Rudy: Did you do the dishes?

Alejandro: I said surprise, not miracle.

[voidclrx]

— pairing : valeria 'el sin nombre' garza x fem!reader

— cw : wlw, a little bit of angst, arguments, suggestive situation,

— a/n : hi guys, i know its been a while since i post writings here and this one was sleeping in my draft... first of all, this fic is small lmao but im so bad at writing smut. and sorry for any mistakes, i just forgot how to properly write a fic💀 i dont know if i will continue to write due to my heavy schedule as im now enlisted in the army but maybe i'll try sometimes just to improve my english. im completely open to some suggestions/tips !

being a cartel leader’s girlfriend is obviously not an easy task for anyone, and you were no exception. in fact, you spend a lot of your time alone since valeria is on mission. she leave you in her penthouse with some of her men to keep you safe.

“i’ll be back in around 1 month, princesa" is what she tells you before going on a new mission, and it was again a lie. you were waiting for her for 3 weeks now and there is no valeria. and this situation was annoying for you because you needed her with you ; not somewhere, risking her life.

--

right now, you were on the couch of the living room, watching some stupid tv show you found while zapping. you couldn’t stop thinking about valeria, what is she doing ? when the fuck is she going to come back ? this situation made you think that you weren’t that important to her, you knew what it would be like when you started to date her but you didn’t know it could be that hard.

after 1 hour of watching tv, you heard noises coming from the entry of your house. you knew it was her just by hearing the footsteps. but for once, you weren’t going to get up and happily hugging her as if she wasn’t gone for 2 months. this time you decided to talk with her about it.

--

"hello, sweetheart. i'm home" shit. you'd be lying to yourself if hearing her voice didn't affect you because you missed her. but for once, you didn't want to do her the favor of not telling her about her tardiness, which by the way, is one of the many others when she's away on mission.

"mmh hello? is someone here? baby?" you know she was searching for you.

"yeah yeah. i'm in the living room". you said.

you heard her almost running to you. she enters the living room, only to open her arms wanting a hug. but you didn't move, you arms were crossed and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow. valeria look at you, confused. she didn't know why you refused her hug.

"princesa? are you ok?". she asked confuse.

this time you decided to let it out.

"yeah, i have a problem actually. 2 months. 2 fucking months without knowing where you were, if you were okay. i was almost asking myself if you weren't dead." you snapped.

valeria was still looking at you, this time she seems shocked. it was the first time since you both met that you speak to her like this.

she retorted. "really? the first thing you do when you saw me is saying that? like you couldn't just wait tomorrow for telling me this? we didn't saw each other since 2 months and you attack me. i-"

she couldn't end her sentence that you cut her off.

"no i couldn't just wait tomorrow for telling you this". you imitated her. "i'm tired of your lies, you told me before leaving that you were going to be back 1 month later. but what was my surprise when you weren't there the following month. as if i'm not used to you lying about when you'll be back."

valeria took a deep breath, relaxing herself before talking, she wanted to stay calm for once because she knew this time she was in the wrong

"okay listen. i'm sorry but let me exp-". you cut her off again.

"not you're not sorry, you're sorry i'm arguing with you"

"for fuck sake, y/n stop cutting me off. stop being immature and let me talk". valeria reposted.

the tension between you started to rise. someone outside the scene could even notice the sexual tension that was building up too.

"being immature for what? for telling you about the problem? and maybe finding a solution? or because i tell about that problem right now and not tomorrow, huh?".

valeria didn’t even know what to answer. the only thing she has done at that moment was to instinctively kiss you to shut you up. the kiss was kinda rough but still full of caring.

"it’s not going to solve our problem". you said between a break.

"i know babe, we both know that arguing right now is not going to help us. so let me just taste these lips that i missed. i promise you that we're going to talk about it tomorrow" valeria said while trapping you against the wall and going down on your neck. she perfectly know it is your weak spot.

you wanted to say something but you couldn't, and once again the hold she has on you erases anger to give a way to desire

"p-please val". you moaned slightly.

your moans give valeria butterflies, it’s been a long time since she heard them, so she wants to enjoy them for the night.

hearing your moans gives valeria butterflies

her body is tense and kinda screaming for you. for the moment, she just want to feel you, she need it. she knows she’s in wrong for not telling you that the mission was gonna take much longer but she just want to forget this at this moment and just be near you.

you both headed to the shared room and valeria lay you down on the bed and put herself on the top of you. she bend down and just stop near your lips, only a few inches are separating them. at this moment, you could feel your heart rate pretty fast as you feel valeria’s breath against your lips.

"tonight is going to be your night amor, so let me make it up to you" she said, as she finally press her lips against yours.

[lesvii]

Emotion (Part 1)

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/lesvii/723352052120666112/emotion-part-2

Chapter 1: Relationship

Your relationship with El Sin Nombre did escalate pretty quickly. When you first arrived to the cartel quarters or well more like not in your will, at first at least. You've never had a big fight with her, she always treats you very differently, as for her man that work for her, she has no mercy, the way she shouts at them, you're so glad that you're not treated like one of the man that work for her.

``No te quiero volver aquí cabrón, me escuchaste?`` (I don’t wanna see you here, you fucker)

Valeria shouted back in Spanish at the man in front of her desk, he looked like he shitted himself, scared, trembling, probably scared for his life. You were organizing some papers in valeria office on the other side of the room.

The man practically rushed through the door not looking back at Valeria or you.

“Poor guy looked like he was seeing the death itself”Y/N said not looking at Valeria.

and continuing what I was doing.

You felt the light shifting and a body moving closer to you, behind your back a faint hot breath, you felt a chill down your back, everytime you felt that kind of chill It drives you crazy. Y/N stopped for a moment what you were doing, organising some papers, not turning back.

“Did I tell you to stop your work?” Valeria whispered to your ear.

“N-No. Sorry” Y/N said with a faint shiver.

Continuing your work, you felt a heavy hand tracing down your back and grabbing on to your waist. She pulled up Y/N hair to put some faint kisses down the back of your neck. Y/N breathing shifted to a agitated one, Valeria knew what she was doing, she loved teasing. But she was careful when it was at work, you don’t want your enemy’s to find a way to bring you down in a painful way, you didn’t care, in a way. You knew the whole world Valeria was working on, Mafia.

But you’re still here.

With her.

“How about we go out tonight, forget about our worries and then finish in my bed” Valeria said confidently supporting her face in Y/N neck.

“That sounds like a great plan” Y/N chuckled.

“Great then… see you at 8 pm” Valeria stopped the embrace and spanked your ass.

“Hey! I thought the work zone was a “let’s be professional”. Y/N said crossing my arms

“Hmm.. really? Don’t remember. Well I’m still the boss around so that doesn't apply to me then”

Valeria chuckled.

I loved seeing her happy, like if she wasn’t ready to load her gun from her back pocket just 5 minutes ago and shoot that poor guy. Sometimes Valeria… could be explosive with her emotions, I guess this work breaks you a lot mentally and physically. I cannot imagine all the stress she has to bear, she cannot look weak to anyone, since man’s in this business sees woman’s as weak. But they don’t know Valeria, El Sin Nombre, and believe me they don’t want to know her like I do.

Y/N finished working in Valeria’s office.

“Amor, I’m done, I just need to grab a few things from my office and change, see you in a few hours” Y/N said.

Placing a faint kiss on Valeria’s forehead, she didn’t look back at her, her eyes were glued to those papers she had on her hands, reading them, seemed like something really important, but murmured a faint “ok”. Y/N worked for Valeria but Valeria always kept some information to herself, she didn’t want to compromise the life of Y/N no more than already is.

Y/N closed the door from El Sin Nombre office, some tall scary guys standing in front of the door, Valeria always had people protecting her, with all this thing of being a cartel leader, extra protection is always important, it can be your last day and you’ll never know.

The drive to your house wasn’t that far, actually like 15 minutes by car, you where in the back seat lost in the thought that you forgot to hear the driver.

“Miss we're here, do you want me to take you somewhere else’s?” Said the driver.

“No Juan, thanks I’ll be waiting for Valeria” Y/N replied with a warm smile and opened the door from the car.

You took a few steps toward the big entrance to your mansion, you’ll never get enough of it. Y/N knew that Valeria had… well money, but to expect you’ll both be living in a huge mansion, that was amazing but unexpected, sometimes scary it was way too big, easy to be lost, easy for someone to sneak into the hundred rooms in the night and kill your lover. But you knew Valera personal quarters specially this state had the maximum security imposible for enemies to enter and kill her off, at least without them knowing.

By the time you were taking a shower, and dressing on was 7:30 PM, a little late for your liking and Valeria was still not home, though you thought she got busy last minute by something quick, nothing to worry about, after all, it’s been weeks since you two went out, had a normal couple talk, this past few months had been exhausting for both of you, physically and mentally, the cartel has been taking a lot of Valeria time, and you knew what you were signing for the moment you accepted you had feelings for her, it wasn’t going to be an easy road to be fair.

8:00 PM

Still no sign of Valeria.

That was kinda weird since if she couldn’t have come she would have called you back and postponed the dinner, but you still decided to wait, you didn’t want to interrupt her by calling or texting so you decided you were going to wait just a little bit.

8:30 PM

Not trying to be paranoid but you were starting to get anxious, you went downstairs looking for some personal to ask if someone knew where Valeria was or if she had communicated with any, not trying to sound suspicious or anything. Everyone denied having any contact with the boss, so you went back upstairs. Jumped to the big king bed, the sheets still smelled like her, you decided to wait it out just a few more minutes until the tiredness got the best of you and fell asleep.

[intoxicated-chan]

Hey so I was wondering if you could do an Valeria x f reader where the reader goes to infiltrate the cartel instead of soap and the reader gets like scared and starts tearing up a lil bit yk?

Anyways thanks if you do it 🫶

Learn and Convince Me

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Valeria Garza x F!141!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // With the rest of the men being too military, you went instead but what you hoped would be a walk in a park became a fear for your life.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Thanks for requesting! Sorry for the errors in the Spanish translations… Yes I did use google translate, please don’t look at me like that. I decided to make this a bit longer since I feel like there wasn’t enough Valeria in it. I hope this is all to your liking and hope you enjoy it!

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 3k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, violence, murder, profanity, blood, guns, drugs, death, horrible flirting, pet names (cariño, crybaby?), incorrect medical stuff…

“I’ll do it.”

Why the hell did you do it? Like Ghost said, make your presence known and show that you mean no harm. Like it was so easy for him… You peer from the car, with no radio in your ear and no weapon, fear became known when the guard caught sight of you. They shouted, guns aimed. One marched over and dragged you forward and pushed you down to your knees.

“¡¿Quien diablos eres tú?!” (Who the hell are you?!) Feeling the barrel of his gun pushing into your head, and arms held high.

“I’m (Y/n) (L/n).” You spoke, not even attempting to look up from the ground, “I have information that El Sin Nombre would like to hear, I can tell him who attacked them.” One guard stepped aside, speaking into his comms.

“Stand up.” He ordered.

Even with your pace, the other grabbed your arms while the other threw a bag over your head and roughly pushed you forward. You were lucky not to fall on your feet, but you continued your way blindly into the mansion of one of El Sin Nombre’s members.

You could hear whispers of others in the mansion, some in Spanish and some in english. All eyes were on you as two guards held their grip on you, leading you to the elevator. You were too focused on memorizing the path that the two left you alone and another was waiting for you.

Suddenly the bag was pulled off your head and you were faced with a man, “You’re alive.” Alejandro spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You let out a sigh of relief, “Alejandro, thank god it’s you.”

“Listen…” He comes in closer, “Give them good intel, American PMCs, the Shadow Company, Mexican Special Forces, everything.”

“Even you?”

The elevator doors open before he can speak, Alejandro steps to the side to which you are greeted with a new face, Diego, “¿Es esta ella?” (Is this her?) The man asks Alejandro who nods, “¿Cómo se llama ella?” (What is her name?)

“...(Y/n).” You answer.

Diego laughs at the tone of your voice, “¿Trajiste una perra tímida?” (You brought a shy bitch?) It was difficult to tell if he was angry or not. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, “Listen here.” His breath reeks, he smells of gunpowder and men’s body spray, “You give me some good information or I’ll let my boys finally have some fun.” He laughs in your face, finally letting go of your shirt, “Get the fuck out of my elevator.”

Another man pushes you out of the elevator, seeing it close on Alejandro, “This is my house. That means you don’t meet the boss until I say so. You don’t speak unless spoken to. Y lo mas importante (And the most important thing) tell the who fucking truth.” Diego is brought to a halt when one of his men is sniffing cocaine, you don’t need to watch what’s gonna happen, all you need is the sound of Diego’s fist coming into contact with the man, and his shoe stomping on his face.

You open your eyes before Diego can see, “Las Almas is at war. You want to win? Don’t disobey.” The guard following you pushes you again, “That is how the organization survives, and that is why the boss is here tonight.” Diego brings you to a door.

“El Sin Nombre is here?”

“Heh, no... Sin Nombre’s personal sicaria is.” Diego opens the door as he and you enter the room. A woman and another guard with three soldiers tied to their chairs, one is struggling against the bag tied over his head, the other is alive and not harmed, but the third…

“Valeria, il y en a une de plus.” (Valeria, there’s one more.) Diego walks down the steps, leaving you standing there, “A gringa.” He stands next to Valeria who eyes you carefully.

“Come…” Valeria pushes the dead soldier off the chair, “Take a seat.” You’re slow to move down the steps, shaking, “We don’t bite, that’s unless you tell us something we don’t want to hear.” She warns, giving you a push of encouragement.

You sit in the chair, anxiety feeling your stomach as well as worry, was it the right choice to offer yourself up so quickly?

“¿Quién es?” (Who’s this?) Valeria asks Diego.

“Su nombre es (Y/n). Ella vino a nosotros.” (Her name is (Y/n). She came to us.)

Valeria walks behind Diego, “¿En serio? ¿Y la dejaste entrar?” (Really? And you let her in?)

“Ella dijo que tiene información-” (She said she has information-)

Valeria kicks Diego behind and brings him to his knees, then she takes her knife and holds it close to Diego’s face, “¡No la conocemos y ha visto caras!” (We don’t know her and she’s seen our faces!)

“Valeria, necesitamos la información. Ella podría ayudarnos.” (Valeria, we need the intel. She could help us.)

Valeria drags her knife across Diego’s face, “Ella debería o después de que la mate, estarás en la silla.” (She should, or after I kill her, you’ll be in the chair.)

Valeria releases Diego, who gets up and rubs his throat. Valeria unholsters her pistol and walks up to you. With a happy and kind smile spread across her face, she pats your leg when she comes in close.

“¡Niños y niñas! (Boys and girls!) This is simple. I ask questions. You answer truthfully. Do not lie to me.” knowing she meant Nunez, “Recently someone attacked us up in the mountains while we were protecting a friend... Who?” Now looking at Nunez.

Nunez shakes under her glare, “Era un caos... yo no-” (It was chaos… I didn’t-)He stammers before Valeria angrily cuts him off.

“¡En inglés!” (In english!) You could’ve swore you saw him jump the second he heard her shout.

“I-I think it was the Rivals Cartel.” Nunez finally comes up with his answer.

Valeria cocks her head to the side, then turns to you, “Your turn, cariño. Who attacked us?”

You feel your hands start to sweat, feeling your heart beat rapidly, “It… It wasn’t cartel.”

“Then who was it?” Valeria asks, coming in closer.

“...I-It was-” Suddenly you’re pistol whipped.

“¡¿Podrías responder más lenta?!” (Could you answer any slower?!) Valeria growls growing frustrated, “Who attacked us? Or do I need to beat the answer out of you?”

Your vision went hazy for a second before focusing. Your head sting, letting out a hiss which made Valeria more irritated.

She again pistol whips you, “Answer me!”

“Valeria!” Diego shouts, “We need her alive.”

You hear her scoff as a warm feeling falls down your face and onto your lap. You’re beginning to bleed, “I’ll ask one more time, who attacked us?”

“It was Mexican Special Forces.” You finally speak, giving her a satisfying answer. She backs off and you let out a soft groan.

“We found the bodies… Fuerzas Especiales.” She smirks. She now looks back at Nunez, “Now, how would an outsider know they were Mexican Special Forces and not you?”

“M-Maybe she was there!” Nunez said.

“Tú también estabas allí, imbécil. Tal vez ella también…” (You were there, asshole. Maybe she was too…) Diego offered Valeria another question.

“Were you there?” Valeria asks, her grip tightening around her pistol.

“I-I was.” You spoke before she could even lift her arm threateningly.

“Looks like you’re learning.” Valeria comments, “So then, there were outsiders helping the Mexican Special Forces… Who were they?” Asking another.

“W-We heard them yelling, some in English. They were with the-”

“Enough.” Valeria ordered, “Your turn.” Now looking at you, again her grip tightens on her pistol.

“Shadow Company, private military companies.” You tell her, feeling more of your blood.

Valeria takes a few steps back and confers with Diego, “Los vaqueros están trabajando con mercenarios…” (Los Vaqueros are working with Mercenaries…)

“Esas malditas serpientes.” (Those damn snakes.)

“¡¿Verás?! ¡Yo tenía razón!” (You see?! I was right!)

Valeria scoffs and comes back to her original place, “Can you even prove this ‘Shadow Company’ even exists?” She asks Nunez whose face shows fear.

“H-How can I prove this…?”

She turns to you, “What about you cariño? What proof do you have?” Again ready to whip you.

“My pocket. Left.” You feel her left hand pull the patch out of your pocket.

Valeria hums, observing the insignia, “How did you get this cariño? Come on.”

“Off one of the dead Shadow.” You lie.

“I’ve told you before that I do not like lying.” Valeria hands the insignia to Diego, she comes in closer than she was before, “I’ll give you one more chance, who?” You feel the cold serrated steel against your neck, slowly pressing into your skin, burning…

“I-It was given to me!”

Valeria sighs loudly, dramatically, “You were doing so good.” Shaking her head, pulling the knife back. But she doesn’t move, still too close, “Now, who leads this Shadow Company? Give me a name.”

“Phillip Graves.”

“And is he the one who gave you the proof?”

“...Yes.”

Valeria moves back, “See? That wasn’t that hard.”

“Fill Graves… Me gustan.” (Fill Graves. I like that.) Diego smirks.

“This man… Graves… What does he want?”

“He wants the Iranian you’re protecting, Hassan.”

“¿Cómo sabes eso?” (How do you know that?) Diego asks, getting in Valeria’s way and now the one in your face, “Answer me! How the fuck do you know?!”

You choked on your words, trying to come up with a reason that’ll not blow your cover. But you couldn’t find any, you shook under his glare, his voice scared the ever lasting shit out of you.

Diego is pushed back, “¡Bastardo! No te atrevas a interponerte en mi camino.” (Bastard! Don’t you dare get in my way.) Valeria warns him, she then looks at you, “But like he said, how do you know?” Valeria spoke in a more softer tone but you knew the venom behind it as she was filled with it.

“I-I… um…” You couldn’t say it, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t risk blowing not only your cover but Alejandro who was still somewhere in the penthouse. Your eyes begin to water as you panic, “I…”

“What? You what?” Valeria asks, “Don’t you lie.” She warns.

You’re tearing up and now head hanging low, you say, “...I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” You don’t respond but you shake your head, refusing to answer. Valeria grabs your hair and pulls your head up, she sees you beginning to tear up, “Oh, now you’re gonna cry? Like a little crybaby.” She growls, she releases your hair, “Go on, cry!”

“¡No puedes confiar en ella, no puedes! ¡Te lo estoy diciendo!” (You can’t trust her, you can’t! I'm telling you!) Nunez shouts.

“¡No nos ha dicho nada!” (You haven’t told us anything!) Valeria retorts, looking at Diego.

“Te pagamos bien, y este llorón sabe más que tú.” (We pay you well, and this crybaby knows more than you.) Diego comes around as Valeria holsters her pistol.

“Es hora de matar a este inútil hijo de puta.” (It’s time to kill this worthless son of a bitch.)

“Con mucho gusto Valeria.” (With pleasure, Valeria.)

Nunez is next to beg and begin to cry, sobbing on his words, he shuts his eyes as he could hear the sound of Diego’s gun before the sound of the gun going off makes you jolt and turn away. Diego comes back to Valeria’s side who is just staring at you.

“Mira a este llorón.” (Look at this crybaby.) Valeria snickers with Diego, “But I do love the ones that cry.” She comes back again, taking your chin into her hand, titling your head to look at her, “I’ll let it slide… For now.”

Again, Valeria unsheathes her knife, and cuts on the zip tie off, “You’re bleeding all over the place, get this llorona fixed up, I’ll have your head if she dies.” Valeria walks out of the room.

“To be clear we are not done with you.” As you walk towards the open door, you take one final glimpse at Nunez’s body, “¡Vamos, llorona! (Come on, crybaby!) We don’t have all day.”

You follow back into the elevator with Diego and you see Valeria waiting, you’re pushed again inside. You feel cornered, maybe because you are cornered, feeling so small and helpless…

It wasn’t long before Diego’s inside, swiping his keycard on the sensor before pushing the three buttons on the elevator wall, “Los Vaqueros se están moviendo rápido.” (Los Vaqueros are moving fast.)

“When can I talk to him?” You ask, quickly regretting your choice of words.

“Valeria is going to speak with the boss, now. You will wait with the others.” Diego tells you.

“I have a feeling El Sin Nombre will be very interested in talking to you.” The elevator doors open to outside where another guard is there waiting, “Fix her up and keep a close eye on her, I have a feeling she’ll try something.” Valeria orders.

“Sí, señora.” (Yes, ma’am.) The guard has a tight grip on your arm, pushing you up against the glass, ready to pat you down.

Alejandro appears, “Lo tengo. Te necesitan afuera.” (I got it. They need you outside.)

“Bueno. Dale una máscara y obsérvala. Haz algo con el sangrado también.” (Okay. Give her a mask and watch her. Do something with the bleeding too.)

Alejandro begins to pat you down until the guard is no longer in view, “¿Qué mierda te hicieron? (What the fuck did they do to you?) He brings you into one of the bathrooms, sitting you down on the toilet.

“Valeria. Pistol. Head.”

“She pistol whipped you?”

“Two times.”

“Two times?”

“Or was it three?”

“Fuck.” Alejandro curses, “Ghost, we have a problem.”

“What is it?”

“(Y/n) my have a concussion, and it looks like a bad one.” Alejandro holds your arm to keep you upright.

“Bloody hell, they must have a good arm. Soap get in there.”

“What about (Y/n)?”

“I’ll leave (Y/n) here, you’ll be taking her place.” Soap appears suddenly, nearly scaring Alejandro.

“El Sin Nombre is on the third floor.”

“We’ll be back.” Alejandro hands you a pistol, “Let’s go Soap.” Handing the mask to Soap, “Comms are hooked in.”

“We’ll need a keycard.”

“Diego has it.” You tell them.

“Just don’t sleep.” Soap warns before following Alejandro out and turning off the lights. You hid from view and from the door, anyone could walk in and that’s what scared you the most. Your head felt heavy and your eyes were ready to shut, it was a struggle to stay awake in a quiet environment.

But you were jolted awake by shouting outside, “¡¿Dónde diablos está ella?!” (Where the hell is she?!) It wasn’t just any guard, Diego… He was marching through the halls of his penthouse looking for you.

“¡Se suponía que debías vigilarla!” (You were supposed to watch her!)

“¡Me dijeron que me necesitabas afuera y cuando regresé ya no estaba!” (They told me you need me outside and when I came back it was gone!) The guard tried explaining, obviously scared.

“¡¿Qué tan estúpido eres?!” (How stupid are you?!)

His voice became louder and louder, and stopped at the bathroom you were in, “¡Lo siento señor! Te prometo que la encontraré.” (I’m sorry sir! I promise I will find her.)

“Será mejor porque él te despellejará vivo.” (You better because he'll skin you alive.) The doors are slammed open, scanning through the room. Did you forget to say that you shoved yourself into the cabinet under the sink, a tiny movement would make a sound but your pistol was aimed right at the doors.

“Señor, Valeria lo está buscando.” (Sir, Valeria is looking for you.)

“Bueno.” (Alright.) He walks away with the guard.

The instant relief washed over and you quickly relaxed, but your eyes were too heavy to stop them from closing on you. All you heard was you dropping your pistol and a thud of your head lightly hitting the cabinet, falling asleep.

“How’s the damage?”

“She received a head injury which caused the bleeding and considering she was hit twice, there was no internal bleeding, only external. We have her hooked up to an IV and she may receive additional transfusions later. I recommend that she physically and mentally rest to recover.”

“For how long?”

“At least two days, limit activities that require thinking and mental concentration.”

“That means she’ll be put on bed rest?”

“Yes.”

How many hours passed since that conversation you overheard. You sneaked out of your room late at night and headed towards one of the buildings, where you found a shipment container. Slowly you opened the door and found Valeria leaned up against the wall.

“I see you’re still walking.”

“And you’re still talking.”

“When I say I’m surprised, I am. I didn’t think you had the nerve to sneak into the penthouse and lie to me. It explains everything.” Valeria now stands.

“Then you understand how I was able to get the insignia for the Shadow Company. I offered myself to get in and Graves gave me the proof I needed.”

“Come on, cariño. Talking to me like I’m a criminal.”

You scoff, “Because you are a criminal, hoarding a terrorist while a narco. You think it’s good for business and I say you are just digging your own grave.”

“You dug yours the second you stepped foot on my grounds.” Valeria gets in your face, “This isn’t what’s good for you cariño. I know it, Alejandro knows it, hell I think that gringo knows it too.”

“I can’t wait to watch you burn.”

“You’ll be burning with me, cariño.” Valeria laughs, “We’ll burn the world together, I can be very convincing.”

“...Then convince me, I don’t have all night.”

© Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

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what do u think Farah, Kate, Valeria’s types are, like personality wise or physically? love ur stuff so much, there isn’t enough stuff for the cod women and it is the worse💋

Hey there! I don't think they have a type per se, to them it's more important to have a good connection with someone! So I only wrote about what I think they'd like their partner to be! I didn't write about any physical appearances, though, since I think that sort of thing doesn't matter at all! The chemistry is important to them more so than anything else!

Valeria’s, Farah’s and Laswell’s type

Valeria: She’d likely be into someone who knows what they want from the get go, who can get aggressive at times but knows when to be quiet as well. Someone intelligent, who knows not to mess with her and her business too much, willing to let a lot of morally interesting things slide. Someone who can be loud at the right time, who isn’t afraid to stand up for themselves. However, I think she’d also be into someone independent. She doesn’t have a lot of time for a relationship, always out and about somewhere, so she’d want someone who can take care of themself. Someone who knows how to do house chores is also a big plus. You don’t have to worry about her doing nothing, if she wants to she can hire a maid or something, but it’s sort of domestic to her to have a partner who knows how to cook and use a vacuum cleaner. That way she won’t have to worry too much about coming home to a messy home. Her ideal partner would be up for going out with her from time to time, and wouldn't be shy in front of other people either. Someone motivated would be nice as well. Just someone willing to do things with and for her. But the most important part would be loyalty. Someone who knows that what she does is wrong, but stays with her despite it. Valeria can’t allow someone to work against her, not even someone she loves.

Farah: She’d probably like someone chipper. She’s surrounded by war and death at all times, so having someone cheerful with her, who can lift her spirits when she’s feeling down, would be ideal to her. Besides, she loves the domestic parts of life as much as the next person, so she wouldn’t mind settling down somewhere with someone, but she also wants to be with someone willing to go out with her to maybe explore the surroundings a bit. Doesn’t have to be a lot either, just watching the sunset while going on a walk with her would suffice for her. Her ideal partner would be open for most things, from cultures to just some outings. And although it’s only a small part of her, she secretly does wish for someone who’s not straight. That way she can share her experiences with someone else and not feel as alone. Someone who can show her something new almost every day would also be appreciated. Farah is a very loyal person, so she’d love for her partner to be the same. Communication is key, so someone willing to talk to her if something bothers them, regardless of what it may be, would also be nice. It would also be nice if that person could stay calm during most parts of their life and not lose hope immediately, someone who trusts that Farah will come home safe and sound to them and not freak out about every small thing. 

Laswell: I think she’d be into someone calm. Someone a bit older, maybe even a few years older than her, who has seen the finer things life has to offer and who can appreciate them. Nothing would faze them and they would never raise their voice. Someone, who doesn’t need to see the world anymore, who has seen most of it. Someone stable and content. While Laswell could take care of someone, she doesn’t want someone reliant on her since she’s abroad more often than not and doesn’t have the time for someone like that always. While it would be nice if that person could speak up for themself, she doesn’t mind having to speak on their behalf from time to time. That person doesn’t have to be the next Einstein, but she’d love someone she can have sophisticated conversations with over a glass of wine. Someone willing to drink some wine with her in general would be nice. Laswell is too old to want very many complications, so she too would appreciate someone willing to say what bothers them so they can work it out together. Not everything needs to be perfect, but she’d prefer it if she could talk it out with them. Although she can splurge a little bit here and there, it’s important to her that her partner is responsible with money and doesn’t buy everything that comes to mind. She wants them to be well off, and that is, mostly, only possible if you know how to save money. She thinks butches are hot, but she’s not opposed to a cute femme either.

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Valeria Garza x Obsessed Reader.

You saw her standing in an alleyway, with numerous armed men all around her. From a glance alone you could tell she was someone important. Powerful, even. The look in her eyes spoke authority and you admired that. You just had to talk to this woman. What would a woman like that enjoy, you thought. Where would she hangout in her free time if she had any?

You were a passerby for her. An unimportant detail in the crowd. You were a civilian, and you were invisible to big people like her. But that was fine with your case, that only made it easier to steal glances to her side. She was already used to having the eyes on her, that much was obvious.

The first time you got to talk was all thanks to you getting a job in a bar you noticed she was a regular in. You asked her what she'd like, and was lucky enough to hear her voice so close to you. She was powerful even while she was sitting down in a bar with the exhaustion clear in her posture. You loved the little details about her. How she'd always grab her tequila with a full hand and when it was close to finishing, she'd only use three fingers for the lightweight. Those three fingers would leave a faint fingerprint on her glass. And whenever she left for the night, you'd touch on the fingerprints with the tip of your fingers before wiping it clean. You needed more. This alone wouldn't satisfy you. You had to figure out where she lived, her full name, her hometown, her favourite scent, her interests, her anything and everything.

You did your research well. Valeria Garza, was the name you had fallen for. You would occasionally find yourself muttering it when you are walking back to your house from the grocery store. Her name sounded so beautiful on your tongue.

You kept searching, following her like a shadow in the crowd. It wasn't long enough that you found out she was the El Sin Nombre. Judging from that information you found out about her past. That she was a local and which shop she got her tattoos in.

In another night shift you were cleaning around. The cloth in your hand wiping the counter in front of you when she entered the bar. This was unusual. She normally wouldn't come in the third time in a week. You knew because you paid attention. You were curious, but you'd play it cool and dumb. You were happy to see her after all. When she sat down on the bar stool, she glanced at you. She noticed you. She sat on the bar stool closest to you when there was someone else on the other corner of the counter. Oh, she had chosen you? You'd serve her in a golden plate.

"The usual," She told you. You didn't think twice to pour her a tequila and slide it to her side on the counter. She eyed you at first. Was she getting suspicious of you? Did she notice you? That would mean she paid attention to you... You couldn't help but wonder what she'd do to you if she caught you obsessing over her. Maybe she'd get rid of you? ... All of a sudden you didn't want to think. But if she wanted you to die, you would. For her? Anything was possible.

That night she left a bit late for her usual. Exactly forty-two minutes late. You couldn't help but think about it. Maybe she took a liking to you too?

You kept it going for months.

It was getting unbearable to not be able to touch her or possess anything about her. All you had was her name that you could take with you. So you decided, you'd make a mistake. You'd make yourself known and throw away the invisibility you've been taking advantage of. You started thinking about what you'd do. Maybe you would make a sound when you were next to her house so her men saw you? No, there was a chance that they'd murder you before she saw you. That plan was off the list. Maybe you'd look at her longer in the bar? Maybe you'd bump into her? Oh, you could mess a deal she had and get her pissed. You loved to see her power and she had always shown it better when she was enraged anyways. Seeing as that rage is directed towards you? That would be Christmas. That's it. You knew what to do.

"Eres una cosita tonta," She glared at you. Her patience was running thin. "You think I wouldn't notice?" She caught you snapping a photo of her in the crowd not once but thrice yesterday. Your plan had worked so well that right now you were probably in the basement of one of her safe houses. You were tied down to the chair you were sitting on. Even if there were no ropes, you'd still sit there like this but Valeria probably wouldn't believe that. "SPEAK!" She yells at you. She could have better things to do right now. "What was your intention" she pushes. After not getting anything out of you but silence, she pulls out her gun and aims it at your head. To her surprise, you look the furthest thing away from scared. This only makes you more suspicious, but you just can't help yourself with her being so powerful you just can't help but stare.

"You either confess or--"

"I love you."

Valeria is dumbfounded for a moment until you start talking like as if you do not have a gun pointed at you while you are tied down on a chair. She just stares at you while you speak. While you confess.

"I saw you one day while you were leading a deal. After that? I just knew we had to talk! So I kept my eye on you. I did it quietly, you never noticed. Even if you did you never got suspicious. You were unreachable. And I wanted to reach you. I got a job in a bar where you were a regular. I took photos of your tattoos and found the tattoo artist's shop you had them made in! I found your house and it didn't take long to find out your occupation."

You weren't shutting up and good lord as each minute passed Valeria stopped seeing a nuisance on that chair but herself. Your obsession and your strong will was reminding her of herself. So all these months you had made her your little plaything and she didn't know? You had found out her everything. You had gotten so close to her and goodness she didn't even bat an eye until now. Until you knowingly got caught.

"-- and after that I decided to make a mistake. I grew so bored always watching you from the sidelines... If I'd make a mistake you'd notice me!" You had confessed everything in the span of twenty minutes. Valeria had listened to every word you spoke without missing a beat.

Your obsession with her... She couldn't help but laugh. You were such a sneaky cunning little snake. She could feel her cheeks getting numb because of the heat rushing into them. You caught her off guard. And that, made you more than special in her eyes.

Not long after the gun is out of sight and Valeria is helping you out of the safehouse she is so sure you know the way out of. She will keep an eye on you. Someone so obsessed with her... So sneaky that she didn't even notice. She is starting to get obsessed herself.

"How long?" She asked you. Curious about the amount of time you were left alone in your headspace only thinking about her.

"Ten months." You looked at her face and smiled.

That smile. You were a true snake.

At that moment Valeria just knew you were the one for her. You were such a sneaky little thing... She was your plaything and you knew it. You have been playing her like a doll. Valeria saw power when she looked at you. She wanted you. She wanted to know everything about you. What was your name? What did you like to do in your free time... Where was your hometown? She wouldn't ask you, no. She had to make the game fair. She'd take you out on dinner first, and would start her research after.

Part two is out! And a plate of art on the side?

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I don’t have a writing request but I do have something funny my friend said if you want to use it for an inaccurate quote.

“WAIT I READ THAT WRONG. I THOUGHT IT SAID COLORFULLY DEPRESSED PERSON, NOT DRESSED”

I have more if you want them:

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YES A FIRST ASK IM SO EXCITED PLS SEND MORE

Incorrect COD as things my friends have said pt3

Ghost, looking at a dog with one eye: So.... how big you think his blindspot is?

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Roach: I feel like a ghost would just be a soul and like some, yknow, water moisture.

Ghost: ???

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Nikolai: I say... I say we cut the old lady out. Shave off some time.

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Ghost: hey, look what I just sent you.

Soap: oh alright

Soap, opening up his phone:

Soap, spits out his coffee: hey that's not very-

Ghost: wh-?

Soap: OH.

Soap: WAIT I READ THAT WRONG. I THOUGHT YOU CALLED ME A COLOFULLY DEPRESSED PERSON, NOT DRESSED-

Gaz: you're a right idiot, mate.

Soap: shut up.

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Rodolfo, trying to reassure Soap: no, no, you're gonna do fine! You're gonna be fine-!

Soap "Sucks At Spanish" MacTavish, entering Alejandro "Is Refusing To Talk In English" Vargas's room:

Rodolfo, turning to Ghost: he's gonna fail. He pronounced el pueblo like "Ell Pyuooblow".

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Gaz: Life, liberty, and the pursuit of your mom

Price, deadpan: I'm giving you away.

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Roach: I know you're an attention whore, so whore me!

Ghost:

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König: I met a stripper for the first time last weekend!! I paid her a dollar and she licked my hand.

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Soap: that's so sad. Imagine you're drowning, and you see a room full of air...

Soap: SIKE! GAS CHAMBER!

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Valeria: so you know how people charge their crystals with sunlight and moonwater?

Alejandro: why are you in my house

Valeria: not important.

Valeria: anyways, we should try it with tequila.

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Laswell, gesturing to Price: He knows how to please the gays.

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Alex: you know, I had fish tacos in elementary school once.

Alex: then my appendix burst.

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Gaz, about to go over some training course: It's gonna be like... you're at a party. John walks up to you. Offers you cocaine. Do you take it? Hell yeah.

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Price: this is my husband, I know he looks like a twink but he might be able to beat you up.

Graves: hello??? Might???

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Soap, reading a card: what were elvis's last words?

Gaz: this was supposed to be off topic, but I gotta take a shit.

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Farah: don't mind me, just tickling Jeffery Dahmer

Alex: what?? The fuck???

Farah, showing him a tamagotchi:

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Shepherd: no, that would be personification of science.

Shepherd: because science doesn't exist.

Graves, on his last limb here: sir-

[adastrael]

Cod: mw ii characters and things they collect (pt.2)

Character(s): alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, valeria garza, kim "horangi" hong-jin, könig

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of gambling and anxiety

A/N: the second chapter is finally here! Hope you enjoy, as usual, don't be too afraid to share your thoughts :D

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro is a sentimental man without a doubt, someone who likes to remember as much as he can from his past — be it the good or bad. A habit he has learned from his father when he was younger was purchasing a postcard and a coin or bill of the local currency whenever they visited foreign countries. It didn't happen often unfortunately, so this goal was a little difficult to accomplish, but with the years spent in the military and now as a Colonel, he gets more opportunities to visit places he has never been before. To this day, he still gets a card from every new city he goes to as a memory that he was there once.

Some things that tie back into his sentimental nature are the photographs he keeps. There is a box in his office back at home, heavy from all the pictures he has stacked into the available space. Some of them are very old, paper faded and jagged, but the people on them are still recognizable. These are from his younger years, a few go back even as far in time where he only just started hanging out with Rodolfo. Others are still shiny and new, a few even have that fresh scent the paper acquires when the picture is made. These are mostly of the team, 141 and other seemingly random sights Alejandro felt worthy enough to capture (this man is a sucker for sunsets, you can't change my mind).

Alejandro has a few keychains he has received during the years, mostly from distant relatives or members of Los Vaqueros. The key to his front door contains 90% of them, although he doesn't like when there are too many weights next to such important objects. His favorite is undeniably the little cowboy hat they bought together with Rudy once, just after Los Vaqueros became an official thing. It never fails to make him smile, and he has a saying that goes along the lines of "As long as I have this, Los Vaqueros will be a thing."

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

As a kid, Rodolfo was always looking for little trinkets to keep. From seashells, rocks, feathers and pretty leaves, if something caught his attention, it was going home with him in his pocket. His favorites were undeniably rocks though; there are still quite a lot of them he has kept from all the years and refuses to get rid of for one reason or another. As Alejandro teased him before, Rudy is like a crow in this regard — although it's not shiny things he collects, just rocks he finds fitting to join his heap.

Something that has always fascinated him was lego sets. As a kid he didn't have the chance to own any, but now that he has a healthy paycheck, nothing is stopping him from purchasing different sets for his own birthday and similar occasions. The model he loves the most is probably the Great Pyramid of Giza, which he built in a single afternoon when he was on medical leave once. Although most of them don't have enough space in his house, his favorite ones are displayed somewhere: either on his office table, or on a shelf in one of the rooms.

There is a habit he couldn't stop ever since he was little, but didn't really want to either to be fair. Like most kids, Rodolfo enjoyed getting stickers and sticking them somewhere he found fit, even when someone told him no. As he grew older, he didn't want to waste them anymore, knowing he wouldn't be able to make use of them again once you plastered them on a surface. That was the start of his collection — ever since, he doesn't like the idea of putting them anywhere, only collecting all the stickers he gets in one big folder. He gets way too emotionally attached to most of them and he knows, but Rodolfo tries his best. Besides, we all need something to be passionate about besides work, don't we?

Plus fun fact: Rudy often gifts his friends and family stickers. At first, most found it confusing and unnecessary, but now everyone just finds it adorable and thanks him earnestly when they receive any. It's an ongoing joke between the Vaqueros that you will know the Sergeant Major likes you if he gives you stickers. Not to mention, they consider you family and part of the team once you receive any. It's really great.

Valeria Garza

It's no secret that Valeria enjoys painting her nails; the brighter and more feminine, the better. During the years, she unintentionally started collecting nail polishes as one does: if she saw a color she liked, it was bought with little to no hesitation, no matter how many bottles she already had at home. Valeria makes good use of all of them though, her nails are always nicely done and the colors change almost week after week.

Valeria couldn't deny her love for house plants even if she tried. She would never let her men see the plant mom side of her, but Alejandro and Rodolfo had the chance to witness her home. The living room is filled with greens: different, often hand painted vases on the shelves, tall houseplants in front of the big windows and even some vine-like plants curling over her walls. She makes sure not to overdo them, but every room that isn't her bedroom has at least one little flower.

Something that understandably makes her even more intimidating is her enthusiasm for swords. Don't get the wrong idea, she can't handle one and isn't overly tempted to learn either, but she loves their beauty all the same. One of the rooms in her house is kind of like a calming area, her favorite plants, furniture and pictures all gathered in the same place. Above the door, there is a hanger with a sword replica on top of it, but it's only noticeable when you actually look for it. If she could, Valeria would buy a few real ones, but she doesn't see the need for them, above the fact that they look good and bring her some joy. In the future, she just might learn their tricks however.

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

It might be ironic considering his unlucky history with gambling, but Horangi likes to collect special and unique looking game tokens. Under this category he will never consider the non-physical ones like crypto and such, in-game ones are those he loves, the ones that are actually collectable. It's no surprise that poker tokens are his favorite to look for, there are even one or two custom made ones he has gotten as a gift from friends (König and other KorTac members). He won't ever consider getting back into gambling because he has learned his lesson, but it doesn't hurt to collect unique items related to the hobby.

Another thing that keeps him connected to games are cards. Sure, he's especially awful at card games, but there are a few decks that caught his eye during the years and just couldn't resist to leave. One of his biggest prizes is a deck with completely black cards that glow in the dark, and the numbers and designs are only visible then.

Call him a poser, but Horangi loves sunglasses. Of course, during missions he can't always wear them, but around base and usually even at home, there is one hiding his eyes from curious looks. It became a comfort thing very quickly for him, so the reason why he wears them everywhere isn't purely fashion motivated (honestly, none at all, only just when he is out as a civilian). Horangi doesn't own that many pairs, maybe around six or seven, and like three of them are regular black ones, but the rest are different; they help him blend in, not to mention that a few of them match his everyday clothes and just spice his outfits up a little.

König

As a kid, König loved reading comic books, especially if they were superhero ones. It isn't necessary to say he collected them, but the amount of stacks he used to have in his room would surely qualify as such. Financially, he wasn't much to deal with as a kid; he ate a lot, sure, and new clothes were constantly needed because of his fast growth, but he never asked for anything from his parents, only new comic books to read through. Most of them are still hidden somewhere in his childhood room, and one day he's sure to read them all over again when he has the time.

Another habit he started as a kid and somehow never really grew out of is collecting dinosaur figures. Don't think about the big ones people usually put on shelves as decoration, König was always enthusiastic about the small ones that came in packages, multiple dinos in one. He used to have a dinosaur phase back in grade school, and if you ask him about a species, he can probably still ramble about the topic for hours to no end.

Something that might seem a little strange to others, but is totally usual for him is the pocket sized magnets he carries with himself. König generally fidgets a lot, either from anxiety or just absently while thinking or doing something else, and magnets are easy and satisfying to connect and pull apart. The fact that he likes the noise doesn't hurt either, it usually helps him focus on the task at hand.

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

RO Appearance References

Author's Note: These are only references on how they could look, how you imagine them when you think of them is the correct version.

IMPORTANT:

The MC's starting age in chapter 1 is 18 in case the younger character's ages listed here confuse you. The RO's start at these ages and age with the MC as time (read: years), goes on throughout the story.

Castelliones

Cassandra - "The General's Daughter"

Artwork was commissioned to the AMAZING: @lottie-for-short Go check out her page and give her some love, seriously. 💙

-In Book Description- -To Be Dated-

Age: 24 Eyes: Light brown Hair: Long silky brown, is often put into a tight bun every morning but ends up messy by the end of it. Skin: Fair Skinned Extra: Also sometimes wears her hair a braid, only lets her hair down when at home and when she is at utter peace.

Valeria - "The Gold-Hearted Baker"

Artwork was commissioned to the AMAZING: @lottie-for-short Go check out her page and give her some love, seriously. 💙

-In Book Description- -To Be Dated-

Age: 17 Eyes: Clear Water Blue Hair: Long straight mousy brown hair, tied back with a bow Skin: Cream colored Extra: Always wears an apron around her waist. Also wears a lot of lacy dresses and sometimes tries to wear her brothers clothes when she wants to go do outdoor activities while her parents aren't home.

Tomás - "The Jaded Noble"

Artwork was commissioned to the AMAZING: @lottie-for-short Go check out her page and give her some love, seriously. 💙

-In Book Description- -To Be Dated-

Age: 23 Eyes: Coffee Brown Hair: Short curly cool black hair Skin: Sunkissed tan Extra: Wears the clothes of a lower noble, wears a corvat pinned with the emblem of his mother's maiden house.

Romandians

Ludovica - "The Young Widow"

Artwork was commissioned to the AMAZING: @lottie-for-short Go check out her page and give her some love, seriously. 💙

-In Book Description- -To Be Dated-

Age: 21 Eyes: Hazel Hair: Long curly ash brown hair Skin: Light olive colored Extra: Her servants style her hair in intricate buns and braids when allowed, she will leave it down and unbrushed for days otherwise.

Aurelio - "The Merchant Prince"

Version 1 (Older, Aurelio Accetta [30 years old] )

[Working to get actual art from commissioned artists, to have his portrait done.]

Version 2 (Younger, Aurelio Accetta [26 years old] )

[Working to get actual art from commissioned artists, to have his portrait done.]

-In Book Description- -To Be Dated-

Age: 26 or 30, based on player choice Eyes: Black coffee colored eyes Hair: Short wavy cool brown hair Skin: Macadamia Extra: Outfits, style, hair, jewelry, colognes and accessories are changed on a nearly weekly basis.

Elio -  "The Enigmatic Scholar"

[Working to get actual art from commissioned artists, to have his portrait done.]

-In Book Description- -To Be Dated-

Age: ??? Eyes: Murky blue Hair: Black corkscrew (3c) hair Skin: Chocolate Extra: Wears what he is given and does not have a prefered style. He likes what is comfortable and hates what he think looks obnoxious.

[annaphoenix1994]

Dead Man Walking - Part 1

Masterlist - Next Chapter

Tags: Angst/Eventual Smut/Confused Simon/Jealous Simon/Simon Doesn't Know How to Process his Feelings

Word count: 1,684

Summary: Lila Shelby is a private investigator and right-hand informant for Station Chief Laswell, sending you undercover to pose as an American soldier to investigate Phillip Graves as Laswell has an idea that there was more to the story than just what Shepherd had told her. Nearly eight months into the investigation, Lila (you) befriended as well as grew feelings for the quiet, yet intimidating British Lieutenant Simon Riley. When an intimate encounter simmers, Simon is faced with a responsibility he had never been faced with: Lila's heart. 

Six and a half months of hunting for Hassan Zyani had come to a hilt with a new lead: El Sin Nombre. After a successful capture, Lila breathed a sigh of relief behind her balaclava - concealing her identity from a suspected target who was behind the reason as to why the missiles were stolen in the first place - Phillip Graves. 

Lila picked up on things - little things - especially when it came to conversations that led her to believe that not only were her assumptions about Phillip Graves were right, but her theory as well: "Graves seems to be hiding something and I'm going to find out what it is."

*

"Who did you get American missiles from?" Soap asked during Hassan's interrogation. 

"I don't care where they're from, I want to know where they're going!" Shepherd shouted. 

Clue one. 'Why was Shepherd so quick to cut off Soap's question?'

Although nobody except Lila took notice. 

"What were your intentions for bringing missiles to my land?" Hassan questioned to Graves. 

Clue two. 'Why were there missiles going to Iran anyway?' 

*

Alejandro and Graves escorted Valeria into the interrogation room, which was a shipping container housed inside of a hanger at Alejandro's base. "How do you two know each other?" Graves demanded to Alejandro. 

"Know is a strong word!" He growled, pacing. 

Both Lila and Ghost stood towards the back of the container, sharing a glance at each other as if they were talking subconsciously, the pair wondering what new information they were about to possibly get from this interrogation. Since the first time both Ghost and Lila met, they seemed to work well together. Going from one-worded conversations to eventual minute-long conversations to discovering little bits and pieces about each other. From what Lila gathered, she understood Ghost came from a troubled past, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what he had gone through, let alone his actual name.

"Strong words are important. Our word is our worth, right?" Valeria taunted.

"Go to hell you fucking son of a bitch!" Alejandro shouted, charging towards her only to be stopped by Soap and Rudolfo. "I'm going to kill you!"

"Alejandro!" Soap said as he and Rudy both reached out to stop Alejandro's charge. 

"Calm down, Commander." 

"Yeah? Yeah?!" Alejandro huffed, pacing before grasping his tactical vest. "Vamos. Tell them." 

"I don't take orders anymore. Even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me." She smirked.

Alejandro scoffed, "Look at this -- she's ex-military. We served together."

"Different squads. Same unit. You were the wild ones, huh? Los Vaqueros." 

Alejandro grinned with pride.

"My squad was clean cut señoras y señoras..."

"Until the raid on the son of La Araña. Do you remember?" 

"I remember perfectly."

"Her team was told to cordon off the city to keep out La Araña's enforcers and prevent the bloodshed."

"That's exactly what we did."

"Well, you kept out his enforcers because you were his enforcers, huh?"

"He was escorted to the mountains without incident. Also to prevent bloodshed." Valeria mocked.

"He was supposed to go to prison." Rudolfo corrected.

"So you killed him and you took over." Graves guessed.

"I created a power vacuum... And I filled it. Las Almas needs me."

"Las Almas needs soldiers, not sicarios. And you - you disgrace the Army. And your brothers, no?" 

"Why're you doin' this?" Graves questioned.

Valeria turned to lay her arm over the back of the chair, looking up to Graves with a harsh glare, "You tell me. You're the contractor, no? What you don't do your competitors will." 

"You're a narco harboring a terrorist." Ghost commented. 

"What's she talking about Graves?" Lila questioned, her brow arching behind her balaclava. "You a missile contractor now?" 

Why would she refer to him as a contractor? Are our assumptions correct?

Graves shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about." 

Valeria turned to look at Lila, glaring at her before she smirked deviously, "You don't know that your leader may have had a part in how we got custody of these missiles?"  

"No, but I can find out where these missiles came from and who was involved." 

It was then that she witnessed Graves gulp. Nervous, huh?

"We're working on that." 

"Are you? Because I can find out exactly where these missiles came from in the first place within a couple of hours and we'd know who to go after next. Unless you can tell me something that I may need to know?"

"I have nothing that you need to know." 

"We'll see about that." Lila replied in a low tone, keeping her sharp gaze on Graves before she turned on her heel to exit the container only for Graves to say a sentence that she applauded him for internally as it was a sentence that stopped her in her tracks: 

"Keep fucking with me, Sergeant." 

A simple, yet guttural and defensive warning. 

"Excuse me?" 

Graves smirked, "You keep fucking with me, Sergeant, and this entire operation will be over for you." 

"Is that right?" Lila scoffed. "Doubt that." 

"Why's that? Hiding behind that mask just to spit a bluff?" 

She smirked, reaching up to remove the balaclava from her head, revealing her true identity to the entire team - the first time Ghost saw Lila's face. 

"Who's hiding now?" She scoffed. 

"Should've known it was you, Lila." Alejandro muttered in disbelief. 

"H-How do you two know each other?" 

"Been doing this for fifteen years, Graves, but I'm sure you already knew that. Because you know exactly who I am and why I'm here." 

Her words were cold. Devilish, even. Spoken with true intent as her gaze never faltered as she walked closer to Graves, the two now standing a few inches apart, Ghost being the first one to take a step closer to her, waiting on something to happen. "So, let me tell you what happens if you keep fucking with me: I'll have six planes full of Marines here less than twenty-four hours ready to take you and your entire Shadow Team out so please, keep talking your shit, Graves, before you put yourself in one. Because the more you keep talking, the more I'm starting to think that my culprit is standing right in front of me and if that's the case, you'll be the next one in that chair after we're done with her." 

Graves knew she was right, that she was on to something that could cost him his career. 

And he needed to stop her. 

*

After the climax from Valeria's interrogation was over, both Graves and Lila kept their distance from each other, knowing it was for his sake...

Just a bit longer. 

Sitting at a table in the lounge of the barracks, Lila enjoyed as well as embraced the silence, taking each sip of her much-desired bourbon from the glass, licking her lips before walking down the hallway towards her room, stopping nearly in her tracks as she sensed an intimidating presence in the room two doors down from her own. 

Ghost. 

Sitting on the edge of his bed, thighs spread, leaning his forearms against his thighs as he twirled a glass of his own between his gloved fingers. He had seemed to be deep in thought as he took his time of silence to think about the events that unfolded not even several hours ago. He knew Lila was standing in his doorway, but he chose to ignore her, although it was very hard for him to do. 

"So that's where the Wild Turkey went." She giggled, referring to the bottle of whiskey that sat on the floor next to his foot. 

"Wanted to drink on my own," He grumbled. "Wanted to take advantage of a quiet building while I have the chance." 

"Me too. I-I'm sorry to bother you. I just saw that bottle and wished I got to it before you did." 

"Why?" 

"Because judging how you are right now, there won't be any left to enjoy." 

He nodded subtly before reaching down to pick up the bottle by its neck, "Care to join me then?" 

"You want me to?" 

"If I didn't want you to, I wouldn't have asked."

She nodded, taking a hesitant step into his room, picking a spot to stand as she accepted the glass of Wild Turkey he had poured her, an inch of his tattooed skin peering from under his sleeve as he stretched out his arm towards her. "Thanks." 

"Have a seat." He said, moving his massive form over to make room for her on the edge of the bed, the lingering smell of his body wash lingering in his wake. It enticed her knowing she had grown to establish an attraction for the Lieutenant, but she was unsure that the feeling was mutual between them. 

He hadn't taken another sip from his glass since she had been in his room with him, too nervous with her balaclava-free face as well as fighting his own urges of attraction towards her that had been blooming since the month after they had met, finding himself always taking an extra glance her way just to reassure himself that she was still there. 

After time, she made him feel sane. 

And it was a feeling that was taboo for him. Coming from a traumatic background as well as the effects of his post-traumatic stress, he felt he had no time to think about anything that involved an ounce of domestication. 

Especially love. 

But fuck, Lila made it hard. Especially after seeing her face. 

A woman who looked so docile and feminine yet could take down a man twice her size and was as smart as four men put together. He didn't realize it, but his eyes softened in just her presence alone. 

He knew it was likely that their friendship was about to upgrade to a possible relationship. 

Ghost didn't want it. 

But Simon did. 

He wanted to fall apart for her, to give himself to her emotionally, physically, and intimately. Mentally, he fought and fought a losing battle within his own heart and mind. 

Shocking that you still have a heart, Simon, he thought to himself. But I'll let her have it. If she wants it, at least.

[randommw2writing]

Safe House (Alejandro x Reader)

A small fic where Reader and Alejandro are married and have a family together, and he keeps his family well hidden until they aren't anymore.

TW: guns, violence, death, slight spoilers for the game

There was a reason that Alejandro kept you a secret. You were hidden from the army, the cartels, and even his own men. You were safe, tucked away, out in the country a bit away from Las Almas. No one he knew ever breathed your name or your kids’ names. When he did get to see you, it was a precarious trip as he had to make sure that he was never followed or seen near your residence, especially after Valeria was revealed. Of course, she got out, the Mexican government was in the pockets of the cartels. The real problem was that she knew him. Los Vaqueros were cowboys, men with nothing to lose, men without an identity, but she knew him. And knew that he had to have something to lose. 

It was a night that he didn’t even plan on coming home. He was at the new base they acquired after Graves helpfully tore down their last one. On the nights when he didn’t come home, where he slept at the base with paperwork piled up on his desk, he contacted you through the burner phone in his desk drawer. You had one at home as well, prepaid and not easily traceable. You two sent small texts back and forth, nothing important in case the messages were intercepted. That night he sent you a quick text, “Mi amor, won’t be home tonight, check in every hour until you go to bed please”. He quickly got a text back, “Of course, my dear, we miss you and can’t wait for you to come home safe and sound”. He replied with a simple, “<3”, a goofy smile lighting up his face. 

“Aye, what are you grinning at hermano?” Rudy asked with a grin of his own across his face.

“Definitely not being stuck here with your ass all night,” Alejandro said shaking his head while Rudy laughed.

“I don’t know, I think I’m pretty great company,” Rudy said sarcastically. Alejandro shook his head again and put it down trying to start on his paperwork.

Half an hour later he feels the phone buzz with a text.

“Finally got the kids to bed, thank god, those demons. Going to read now, hope your night has a little fun.” Alejandro smiled and typed out a quick reply, “Sorry my love, I will make up for not being there next time. You will certainly have more fun than me.” More paperwork sat in front of him, with Rudy next to him, his head down and trying to finish the work.

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An hour later he got a text again, “Try not to go to sleep too late my dear, you need your rest.” He chuckled and responded, “Take your own advice and go to sleep, love.” He got a quick response, “Nope, I still have a couple more chapters left in me.”  He put the phone back away and went back to his paperwork. His wife was too much sometimes, you needed to take better care of yourself.

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Half an hour later he felt the phone buzz again and he blinked in confusion. You shouldn’t be texting him, the check-in was still half an hour out and even you didn’t read books that quickly. His heart dropped the minute he saw the text from you.

“Security system went off. Car full of men with guns coming in hot. Kids in crawlspace, I’m hiding with gun” He nearly screamed when the follow-up text went through, “I love you and I don’t regret anything”. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he swore under his breath as he jumped up and grabbed his gun and his keys. 

“What’s wrong Alejandro?” Rudy asked innocently. Could he trust him? He had to.

“Rudy, my family is in danger, can I trust you?” Alejandro looked at him with tears barely contained in his eyes.

“Of course, Ale, I’m in this with you,” Rudy replied without a moment’s hesitation, grabbing his gun and following Alejandro out to his car. 

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It was a long and nerve-wracking drive to his home. Alejandro was sweating bullets the whole time going over scenarios in his head, praying that he wouldn’t come back to see you riddled with bullets or your kids and you lifeless on the ground.

“Please let them be okay, please,” he murmured to himself.

“How many were coming?” Rudy asked.

“She just said a car full of them, with guns,” Alejandro took a deep breath and focused on the road, “She had a gun or more with her as well and she hid our two kids in a safe place, she’s good with a gun Rudy, I know she is, but a car full of them?”

“Where did you two meet?” Rudy asked, trying to make Alejandro focus on anything but the possibility of his wife and kids being dead.

“We were both in Mexican Special Forces together, but once we married, we decided it was safer for her to go into hiding. I was beginning to start Los Vaqueros and I knew that taking on the Army and those corrupt cartel motherfuckers would be dangerous and I wanted her home safe,” his voice broke, “Rudy, I can’t lose them, I can’t. I don’t know what to do if we find them dead.”

“We won’t find them dead,” Rudy reassured him, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Brother, we’re in this together, we will finish this together.”

Suddenly Alejandro pulled up on the driveway and made his way through the gate that had been smashed open. They pulled in behind an ugly green SUV that had bullet holes scattered throughout it and a dead body inside.

“Well she got one before they got in,” Rudy said looking at the deceased man in the driver’s seat, “Looks like Valeria’s crew.”

“I was worried it was that,” Alejandro said while pulling this handgun as they approached the door, another body lying in front of it.

Alejandro and Rudy breached the entrance, scanning the room for more enemies. There were plenty of holes in the walls and ceiling, but no bodies. The two looked at each other and nodded before going over to the kitchen and clearing that room, slowly the men made their way through the bullet-ridden house, finding two more bodies in different rooms. One man lay in the bathroom, his throat slashed and eyes staring at nothing. The other lay in the children’s room, a bullet going through his skull and many more through his body. Finally, they made their way to the master bedroom, where they slowly opened the door. A shot rang out through the opened door with Alejandro and Rudy on either side.

“What is the safeword?” you shouted.

“Dove!” Alejandro immediately shouted back, “Dove, mi carino, please don’t shoot me when I come through the door!” 

Before Alejandro could even step through the door he heard your footsteps as you ran to the door and tackled him in a hug. “Oh Alejandro I thought you were them, I was so worried there were going to be more coming,” you sobbed into his chest, holding him. 

“Where is the last man, my love?” he asked even as he held you, worried someone would pop up and hurt you.

“Dead in the bedroom,” you said in his bulletproof vest, “he came at me and I just kept firing. There were only five, I counted when they pulled up and got out of the car. I don’t think there are any more right now, but we need to get going. I’m worried more are coming.” Alejandro wrapped you in a tight hug and kissed you deeply. 

“Yes, of course, my love, let’s get the children and get moving, there’s a safe house I have that I can put you all in, we’ll be safe,” he said, looking into your eyes as he tucked your hair behind your ears, holding you in a loving embrace, “By the way, this is Rudy, my partner at work, Rudy, this is my wife, (Y/N).”

“Lovely to meet you, Rudy,” you said reaching out your blood-soaked hand and shaking his.

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” he said with a smile back. You all went around the back, guns drawn and ready as you went to the doors leading to the crawlspace. You knocked three times on the metal door before unlatching it and coming down into the darkness. 

“My loves, are you okay?” you asked as your two children tackled you in a hug. They appeared uninjured, but crying and upset, “We’re going to be going away for a bit, this nice man, Rudy is going to take you two to a car while your father and I pack bags for all of us, okay?”

“Can you pack my turtle? Please, mama, I need her!” your child begs as they look you in the eyes nearly crying.

“Of course my darling, your turtle will go in your bag, and your bear will too,” you said turning to your other child who cried silently, nodding at what you said, “Rudy please get them tucked into the backseat, we’ll join you in a minute.” Rudy nodded and ushered your kids to the car out front. Once both you and Alejandro got back inside you tackled him in a hug and cried in his arms.

“I was so worried my love,” he said into your hair, “I was so afraid you would be gone by the time I got here.”

“I almost was,” you replied quietly, “When that man came at me in the bedroom, I was so scared, but I’m here. I’m alive.”

“You are my love. We’re both still here,” he smiled down at you, “Now let's go pack that turtle before we have a riot.” You both laughed and gave earth other a hug before packing your life into a couple of bags and leaving the blood-soaked place you once called home.