#javier pena x black ofc

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He found a singing yellow Jasmine

Chapter One of Uncomplicated Mi Amor

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Word Count: approx 2k

Summary: Jasmine has come to her best friend’s wedding. It’s a lot. Javier finds where the music is coming from and sees something wonderful.

Warnings: meet cute at a wedding?, mentions of singing (it's one of my other hobbies ok?), eww Dan, a pensive Javi, kids man, shoes and how to get them to work for you (cue geeky finger guns)

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The short breeze is gone much too soon as Jasmine sits on a bench outside of the wedding venue of her best friend Eliana and her new husband Issac. After performing the song her friend had wanted her to sing, she made her way slowly to the back of the wedding hall and slipped out as the bouquet was being thrown. The humidity extended not only to the outside but also the inside as well. There had been air conditioning and fans but the sheer number of people made it impossible to cool down. 

Jasmine slips off her shoes a moment and rests her feet on top of the small rhinestones that dot her otherwise brown wedge heels. The tactile sensation is calming in addition to running her hands along her cotton dress. She hadn’t been able to do either as removing one’s shoes isn’t really socially acceptable and the hands appeared to give her tablemate Dan the wrong impression as he came looking for her and she was escaping from him too. She began humming to herself, nothing that was an actual song, just something to have some noise. As much as the sheer number of people and their noises had bothered her, sitting in complete silence makes her anxious. 

Drawn by the sound and the sight of a place to sit after leaning against the tree, Javier shook off the back of his jacket and unbuttoned a second button of his powder blue dress shirt. He’d come as a favor to both his father and his sheriff. Loredo is a place where the community matters and after Columbia and his former life as a DEA agent, Pena was happy to belong to something where functioning as part of a group was valued over individual results. It took some adjusting on his part even being back a year, but he was making headway. He just didn’t really enjoy social settings as much as he once did, always with the past here, never forgetting Lorraine. Thankfully most people saw through that after a while and a different issue arose: his reputation as a womanizer. Which was untrue, he enjoyed the company of different women sometimes and no promises were made. If assumptions were, it wasn’t on his part.

Chucho and the sheriff, Jimmy, went back quite a ways. Javier was listless when her first arrived home for the second time, saying he wasn’t going anywhere this time. He’s home permanently. Chucho was happy but it concerned him after a few months. His son was rarely seen off the ranch, so came his call to Jimmy to see if there was a deputy sheriff job open for the younger Peña. Thankfully there was and it took some convincing on both men’s parts but soon Javier was part of the sheriff’s department. It was good for Javier to see and interact with more people, social functions were still a hurdle. 

Peña felt that overall, he was definitely a different man than in Columbia. That Javi wasn’t needed here. He could be lighter if people would stop reminding him of what he’d been through and what they heard or assumed.

Following the soft voice, he sees the back of a woman in a bright yellow dress, her shoes off her feet and she’s currently taking her hair down. It’s black, coily and expands to three the size of the bun it was in. He makes sure to walk around the bench so she can see him as he approaches. Her full lips are painted a muted pink and she has gold eyeshadow with round cheeks and a chin. The singer’s skin had been loved by the sun more than his with toffee expanding from beyond her dress. 

“Hola (hello), mind if I sit next to you hermosa (gorgeous)?” A flash of his trademark grin has her scoot over, nearly into the arm end of the bench. Her smile is nervous and he doesn’t want her to be, nor did he want her to move over at all. “You didn’t need to move. I’ve got plenty of room.” He gives it a beat to see if she’ll move back to her original spot and take back her space, when she doesn’t, he decides to ask, despite getting the feeling he might be intruding. This woman has got him curious, wondering usually isn’t a bad thing for him. “What song were you singing? It drew me over from my tree. It sounded beautiful.” He sat down and was looking forward when he began the question, turning to his left where she sat. 

Jasmine felt more overheated than when she first came outside. A stranger, a tall and handsome stranger had sat down next to her and was now saying he’d heard her singing. He’d also called it beautiful and if she wasn’t mistaken he called her hermosa. That part could be just him being polite. Moving back over and closer to her shoes, she kept a distance from him, but not as much as before. “It wasn’t any song really. Just something I was singing to fill in the silence.” Her hands are flat against her thighs, ready to start running across the fabric of her dress again, the soft cotton always feels good on her palms. Meeting his gaze had her mouth run dry, the sandy tone to his skin contrasted with more papaya tones in his neck. Dark hair and kind eyes behind a gold pair of aviators perched on his curved nose. Tourmaline waves parted on the left side of his crown were matched by his bold eyebrows and thick mustache. His lips were a lace pink and plush. The sunlight made the sweat along his neck glimmer, accentuating its definition. The light blue shirt made the reds and browns in his skin stand out even more. “Did you need to get some fresh air too?” She asked, he could be doing that, escaping someone like she was doing or something else entirely. Now she was curious too, about this man who’d chosen to sit next to her.

“It sounded like it could have been a song. I needed some air too. Too damn hot in there and a lot of people. They all love it and it is a wonderful ceremony. You also sang that Aretha Franklin song perfectly, I get why they asked you to do it.”

Laughing, Jasmine held onto the bench, she didn’t need to touch her dress so far. “It’s what happens when you make the mistake of letting your best friend talk you into going to karaoke ten years ago and she never forgets. Who remembers something like that?” Javier laughs knowing he would have punched Steve if he at any point would have mentioned going anywhere near any karaoke bar. He gets it. 

“Why did you agree then?”

“Well, the hope is she’s only getting married once and she’s my best friend. It was a fairly big ask, but not a huge one.” She hesitates before speaking, “My name’s Jasmine. What’s yours? Unless you’re trying to be a man of mystery at a wedding.” That one gives Javier a deep belly laugh. That’s a first to be called a man of mystery.

“I could say the same of you, an unknown singer in a lemon yellow dress.” Javier removes his aviators with a neck roll and that same grin from when he first sat down. “Name’s Javier, but call me Javi.” Jasmine can’t help but snort, covering her mouth to muffle how loud the sound is. On instinct, his hand reaches for hers and moves away from her face, her lips touch his knuckles, leaving a smear of their pigment on his skin. “Lo siento pero (I’m sorry but), don’t hide. Your snort is cute.” Her chuckle remains, holding Javier’s hand. He’s gentle and told her that something she feels very self-conscious about, is cute. She appreciates this almost as much as when he told her not to hide. Lowering her hand to her thigh, Javier ensured her hand was on the bottom so he wouldn’t be overstepping.

”Thank you.” She wasn’t sure what else to say. Really there was so much Jasmine could compliment him for and it’s been less than five minutes since she met the man. She found herself leaning toward Javier, touching her shoulder with his when Rosa, Issac’s daughter and one of the flower girls ran up and tapped her on the shoulder while calling her name.

“Tía (aunt) Jazz! Tía Jazz, mama wants you in more pictures! Your bright yellow is gonna go in the middle!” Rosa squealed as she bounced around the bench and took hold of Jasmine’s free arm. “Why don’t you have your shoes on? Tía Jazz you’re silly.” The three of them laughed and the little girl released Jasmine’s arm. “You gotta put your shoes back on.”

“I know Rosa. I’ll be there shortly. Let your mama and papa know okay?” With a kiss to her forehead, the flower giggled. 

Javier smiled at the two of them. “I’ll make sure your aunt makes it inside with her shoes on pequeña (little one). Te lo prometo (I promise you).” Rosa tilted her head and seemed to be questioning if he really was going to. 

“Sí (Yes).” She shot a look to her aunt and leaned close to Javier but was not adept at whispering. “Sea amable con mi tía (Be nice to my aunt). Estoy observándote (I’m watching you).” Javier nodded and put his free hand over his chest to which Rosa had a wide smile of approval showing off a missing tooth. She bounced off in the same direction as she came leaving Jasmine and Javier alone again.

“Your niece seems fun and cares a great deal about you hermosa. Sounds like I’ll need to be careful.” Pena released her hand with a soft laugh and stood up. Jasmine thought he was going to go back inside but he didn’t. Instead, he moved in front of her. “I can help you get your shoes on Jasmine. Little Rose did tell me to be nice, though I’m always nice to ladies.” He regretted the last part of that sentence because it was a bit too much information. 

Blinking, she shook her head, “No, I can get them back…” Jasmine thought for a moment. This is likely one of those moments Eliana keeps reminding me about. He’s showing more of an interest in offering to help me with something. I should accept, right? And, I was okay with him touching my hands earlier. If it’s too weird, I’ll just tell him to stop. Javier seems like he would listen. I think. “On second thought, I could use some help with them.” Squatting down, Javi picks up one wedge and holds it one hand, sliding the other up her ankle and calf as the shoe goes on her foot. Her palms press into her thighs, not to soothe, but to distract her from the sensation spreading from her lower belly up. Repeating the same motions with the opposite foot, both of her shoes are on and he rises, offering her a hand. Jasmine meets his gaze and he points to her lips.

“Your lipstick smudged. Once we go in you should fix it before your pictures.” Javier suggests and Jasmine nods as she stands.

“Gracias (Thank you) Javi.” Placing her hand in his again, they made their way back to the festivities. Javier would keep to his word he gave her little niece and he found he didn’t feel like bolting out of this wedding anymore.

Chapter Two

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Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales (Triple Frontier) 

I hate Black Friday shopping You and Frankie wake up early to go Black Friday shopping, and he keeps you warm. (Fluff) 

What I’m Thankful For - Frankie leaves you little notes around the house about all the things he is thankful for, and you leave a special one for him. (Fluff) 

Where’s the Cranberry Sauce? Frankie and Santi help their two loves with all the orders for their famous cranberry sauce. (Fluff) 

Um...how do you cook a turkey? Frankie calls asking for a quick reminder about how to cook a turkey and you show up to help. (Fluff) 

What’s your favorite pie? Frankie shocks you when he reveals he doesn’t have a favorite pie, you aim to solve that. (Fluff) 

Your Grandma is a Saint Frankie shares with you a special family recipe, and you get more than just a sweet treat. (Fluff) 

I Turn the Page Frankie takes his daughter to the local Barnes and Nobles just in time for story time and gets heart eyes for the lovely reader. (Fluff) 

Grass Cuttings You and your best friends weekly ogling of the men across the street (Frankie and Santi) is cut short when they come to say hello. (Fluff) 

Hot Chocolate You surprise Frankie with your famous hot chocolate. (Fluff) 

Sleepy Sex with Frankie * Frankie wakes you up to see the sunrise at the Cabin, but you’re tired and don’t want to get up. Frankie convinces you it’s all worth it. (Smut 18 +) 

Only One Bed Frankie and you pull off to a roadside motel and get the last room for the night, and oh no...there is only one bed. (Fluff) 

When I’m With You, I’m Happy You have to remind Frankie that through everything you will always love him. (Angst/Fluff) 

Set up by Friends (TFVD) Your buddy Pope sets you up on a blind date with his friend, Frankie. Maybe Pope finally got something right. (Fluff) 

Massage (Kinktober) * Frankie sets up an appointment through his friend Pope and neither of you are quite expecting how electric it feels when you put your hands on those tense, broad shoulders. (Smut 18 +) 

The Blizzard of the Century * Frankie asks that you stay after to lock up and he’ll drive you home, unbeknownst to you both his truck breaks down and you’re snowed in with only one bed. (Smut 18 +) 

Frankie Gif Story  Frankie x F! Reader story following the Triple Frontier film plot through a series of Gifs. 

Clarity (OFC) Maxwell’s Secretary has had enough of the gestures, she wants answers, and she is going to get them. (Angst/Smut...but more suggestive) 

No, you don’t You’re a public school teacher and Mr. Lord is not honoring the promise he made to listen to your students speeches. You decide to change his mind, and maybe he can change your opinion of him. (Strong reader/suggestive) (Slight AU) 

Bah Humbug * Maxwell gets a little grumpy when his wife smiles for all their guests at the annual Christmas party. Luckily on the balcony he is able to have her all to himself. (Smut 18 +) (Slight AU) 

Christmas in Aspen Maxwell offers you a choice, spend Christmas in Aspen working or lose your job. But is there even a job to do? Or is this all an elaborate ruse to get you alone? (Fluff) (Slight AU) 

Merry Christmas to all-wait not you I don’t like you 

That tree is not going to fit- See I told you

Next One’s on You Series Masterlist - Completed A series of moments between Maxwell Lord and his Barista love. Each chapter/blurb is themed after a drink. Follows their life from first meeting, to parenthood and beyond. (Angst/Fluff/Smut 18 + Only) 

Just Walk Away

Long Days in the Green *

Sleepy Sex with Ezra  *

Celestial Reads- Bookstore AU 

Birthday Suit *

Bathing Together *

Kinks *

Loses Control *

Needs Affection 

Javier Pena (Narcos) 

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Sculpted

Used Tea Bags

Rules Change

Smoke

Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe * 

Late Night - Sleepy Sex * 

But it’s Christmas, You’re Supposed to be with Me

The Guard - College AU

We’re Just Friends 

You Were Always More Than a One Night Stand * 

Javier Taking Care of you

Do you think they could hear us? Yes we can! *

Headcanons

Taking an important phone call * 

Part 2 of taking an important phone call *

Opinionated Partner 

Visiting Javi at work 

Wedding/Proposal 

Javi Cooking for your Birthday 

Comforting Javi 

Expectant Daddy

Reuniting *

The Pink Shirt *

Bath Time 

Moving In 

First Time he says I love you *

Professor!Javi and his partner grading dates 

Javi commits to you 

A Day off in Colombia 

A Day Off in Texas 

Javi brings you iced coffee part 1 (ICC) 

Iced Coffee part 2 

How Javi & Iced Coffee Met 

Flirting with Iced Coffee 

Iced Coffee Comforts Javi after a nightmare 

McDonalds with ICC 

A Gift from Javi 

Waiting Up 

Taking care of his baby girl 

Breeding Kink * 

Learning Spanish for Javi

Telling Javi You’re Pregnant 

Max Phillips (Bloodsucking Bastards) 

You, Again

Liar

It Started at the Copier  * 

My Little Writer

That’s My Seat - College AU * 

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) 

Wind

Just Another Day

Stop Being Such a Scrooge

Sleepy Sex with Din - NSFW

Good For You - Din Djarin x OFC Chapter One

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman: Golden Circle) 

The Whip - NSFW

Sleepy Sex with Whiskey - NSFW

Agent Whiskey x Weapons Specialist Apple Cider Heartbeat (Part 1)

Dot, Dot, Dot (Part 2)

Something Was Off (Part 3)

Lady Guinevere * 

Marcus Pike

Her Husband

If you Throw that Snowball, That Means War

Finding Liberty

More Than a Secretary 

Dave York

I Have Plans

Marcus Moreno

We Found Love in a Diner

The Perfect Day 

Found Family 

Sleepy Sex with Marcus Moreno

Headcanons 

Asking you out

Oberyn Martell

Little Sparrow Series 

Dornish Delights

Return to Dornish Delights 

Sleepy Sex with Oberyn

Headcanons 

After the Play *

Liam (Nikita)

Sleepy Sex with Liam

Part 2 of Sleepy Sex with Liam 

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Never Break the Chain Pt. 2

Part 2 of 5

Characters: Javier Peña x OFC

Summary:  Javier and Esme's first time seeing each other in almost twenty years. A photograph leads to an obsessive hunt for the woman he thought was dead. They both find they got where they wanted. But is it what they want now?

Warnings/Tags: Tension. Big reunited kiss. 

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Time passes, as it always has and always will. It stopped for no man, not even Javier. Seeing his first love fade into nothing had left him a different man. Walls came up, barriers were built that his enemies would even be impressed by. She’d done him a favor, snapping him out of the young man’s dream, but he felt he had nothing left but trying to help once she was gone. So he threw himself into his work.

Sure there were other women. He thought he loved some, but would always leave them. He always hurt them and that wasn’t his intention precisely but they would thank him years later. He was what they would refer to in close company as “a dodged bullet”. He’d been called far worse.

He despised his cliche reactions to his trauma sometimes. Drinking, smoking, being a general pain in the ass, renowned and proud asshole was easier. Burying yourself in prostitutes and let them take away the thoughts for a little while was the easiest. He would fantasize he could help them, even save some of them. He surely wasn’t getting his hero complex stroked when it came to his work. He had a soft spot for women, he had learned the hard way the shit deal they’d landed when they were born. He couldn’t do much...but he could try to help. So he did. Loss after loss he kept trying. This was that bit of good Esme had always believed in. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would have it so he made the best of it while he could.

The night before was nothing knew, an old habit at this point for him. He went out and got a woman, he’d pour every bit of good in him into her, convincing himself he still had it. He’d make them feel good, listen to them, things that were in short supply in their lives from men. He could be that good guy exception, if only for a short while. It felt nice to not be looked at with disgust or fear. The slivers of affection kept him going after dark. He’d leave them breathless, moans turning to laughs as they dressed, joking they might not make him pay. But they always took the money. And he offered it with no judgment, pulling his jeans on and halfway through a highball glass as his lean outstretched arm offer up their compensation for making him feel something good and push out the bad thoughts for a short while. He could be making worse decisions.

He rubs his temple, suppressing a groan as he slid his way into the uncomfortable chair at the beaten-up metal table. The chatter of his coworkers all making their way into the room was grating but nothing he couldn’t ignore. Morning debriefing, something he gave a shit about. Well, work was the one thing he gave a shit about right now, hyper-focused on the clock and trying to drown out the obsession off the clock. It was a dynamic that he was still trying to perfect. He downs the hot black coffee in his hand and nods at the secretary just outside the doorway, “Get me another, sugar. No sugar.” he winks and sends her off. She side-eyed him and went on her way, that was just Pena to her, horny but harmless. He cracks his back, a grunt before landing his elbows on the table to focus, the overblown commander coming in with a handful of photos, spreading them on the table as they talked about what they always did, the cartel.

Pena tries to approach everything individually, but there was only so much range these guys had, and not seeing them all as one giant collection of piss ants with assault rifles was something getting harder and harder to do. So as new and old names were said, he watched the board fill out, the line attaching known connections and new ones. There had been a new wave of intel, something Pena and his partner Murphy were used to being the ones doing, but he wouldn’t complain if someone else finally wanted to sack up and their fucking job like they were supposed to.

“So we have our old friends,” a slap of photos to the board. “Then there’s a new round of boys coming in.” he taps the newest addition to the board. “Seems we’re getting inbred with the other families, the jewel smugglers, the miners...seems we’re trying to venture out and expand our already impressive portfolio.” he snorts.

“They can never just be fucking satisfied with their millions.” someone groans and complains.

“It’s a good chance try to take them down too.” Murphy shrugs.

“Eyes on the prize, kiss ass,” Pena says quietly, accepting his coffee without a second glance. “Do we know these women?” he asks with a nod in the direction.

“Typical.” Murphy rolls his eyes.

“No. Our assumption is prostitutes. Nothing new there.” the commander goes on, but he quickly becomes background noise as Pena stands and moves toward the board. He stood, hips jutted forward, eyes scanning, hand over his mouth in thought. Once he saw the new pictures he hadn’t heard another word the men had said. “PENA!” barked his way grabs his attention as he casually shifts his attention.

“Mmmph. Yeah.” he mutters, eyes moving back to the board.

“I was informing you, you’d be doing street intel on these newcomers.”

“Yeah,” he says disinterested, thumbing his lip before placing his hands on his hips. “Do we have these photos in color?”

The question catches the room off guard. “Why?” he’s met with annoyed opposition.

“This woman…” he taps the photo of a woman with a sly smile on the arm of a very powerful man. Dark waves teased and a heart-shaped face buried in a fur coat collar worth more than he made in a year. He clears his throat. “I’ve seen her before…”

“They’re whores Javi, of course, you have.” Murphy leads the room in a wave of amused hums and chuckles.

“No I’m serious,” he says with no inflection, catching his partner’s attention. “Do we have a location on them if there’s no color?”

“Why’s color important?”

He’s quiet for a moment, jaw tense and eyes blinking, baffled at what he was allowing himself to think. “Her eyes… were green.” MUrphy readjusts himself in his seat, watching Pena’s eyes carefully. He could swear they looked sad.

“What information we’ve got is here.” the commander points at the table with its thick manilla envelopes.

Javier nods with no spoken response, staying in place until the room is empty except for a hesitant Murphy who approaches him. “Who is she?” he asks quietly.

He shakes his head in response. “It can’t be her,” there’s a heavy pause, “But it...fuck it looks like her…” his voice trails off and Murphy is left with more questions.

“Well, are you gonna answer me or just write poetry about her Javi?”

“She’s…” he sighs and sucks his teeth. “She’s supposed to be dead.”

“Did you-?”

“No… no… nothing like that.” his voice still quiet. “I knew her… fuck...over a decade ago now.”

“So we can add hunting ghosts to our agenda now too. Great.” Murphy takes it lightly and presses his lips together. He stares at Javi, his eyes dark and focused. He was left with more questions than answers. His money was still on it being a hooker. It’s not as if Pena had even talked about Esme since the investigation when he was young. His partner may have his back in life or death situations, and they may have been close, but no one knew about her. Pena had hoped to keep it that way. He hoped he was wrong. He hoped it wasn’t her. Because if it was… well he didn’t know what he’d do.

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Esme didn’t know it but with every minute that passed, she was being proven right about her belief in her first love, that if he knew she was alive, that he would find her.

Esme had ran, a bug out bag down the river and no trace left behind. She made her way south over the years, learning her craft and making friends in the right places. She’d started with rich men, especially rich white men trying to make a living off exploiting her fellow man in Mexico. It had been almost too easy. They thought nothing of her and wore her as if she were a watch; on their arm and shiny and proof of their wealth. She would gain access, gather intel and then sweep in and take the goods and ghost out.

Esme had been legally declared dead and was now living as Estelle. She had so many names over the years but her current incarnation was Estelle. And she was a star. She’d become what she wanted, she was rich and self-reliant. She needed no one and had her fun as she craved it. There were men and women and drugs and jewels and for so long it had been a pleasant hazy dream. But the novelty of it wore off, she grew bored,  a witness to her hypocrisy, growing soft and lazy with her indulgence. When she emerged from her haze and saw the state of the world around her she knew things had changed. Narcos now ruled the world. The government bowed to them, the poor worshipped them. She saw they were the future, the new leaders. And for her, that meant that’s where she had to be.

She found herself once again sharp and full of adrenaline. Her new role took real savvy and cunning. Otherwise, she’d end up dead for real. She cozied up, working for Narcos to steal for them. It wasn’t hard in skill, but it was in the amount of sexist shit she had to deal with. She’d killed men for laying hands on her, and worse. She’d pulled knives and guns and made frown men piss themselves as she threatened them with words they’d never heard women utter up to that point. Most of the leaders would laugh until they cried after the fact, seeing a woman act in such away. She entertained them. They underestimated her, saw her as some novelty pet that fetched things and entertained them. She could handle that. As long as she got paid.

Following the groups, making her way around it made sense she found herself in Columbia. She knew it was dangerous, but she was addicted to it. It filled the void of sex and drugs for her for the most part, although she did partake among her peers from time to time. She thought it made her admirable, independent, and a shining example of what a woman could be if she had the nerve to do it. She was, to a degree, but she was also wrong. She lacked the softness in her life anyone, not just a woman needed. A void where no love or trust or intimacy was in her life she filled with material things and lists of her accomplishments. if she kept busy and looking ahead she wouldn’t be still king enough to face her demons.

Except she was about to come face to face with her biggest one.

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As was his way, Javier had become a bit obsessed. He had to know if this woman was Esme. He’d been tracking her and was able to have DEA level observation to do it. It was a personal mission he’d been able to spin to look like a cartel one. There was a connection, she was seen with them, but little was known outside of that. After he’d put the word out for the beautiful woman with green eyes it hadn't taken long before someone scorned by her leaked information on her next job. The informant knew what his boss wanted to be stolen and when she’d be there. Normally no agent or cop would care to pay attention to her, or some jewels being stolen,  she was just some woman to them. But serendipitous timing made sure she became THE woman for one of them.

She practically waltzed into the store. She scaled a fence, a wall and came through a window but for her, that was practically begging her to steal from them. The rooms were dark, silent except for the sounds of her feet as she made her way into the back, unseen and unbothered. It wasn’t until she’d stopped to admire her score before snatching it they the clicking of a gun behind her caught her attention.

He’d waited in the shadows, and none too patiently. With the aim set to intimidate, not kill, he Easter no more time. “Who are you?” It came out as an order.

Her head snapped up, back still to the faceless voice she felt was all too familiar. She blinks, the former goal now removed and replaced with a flood of emotion. She remains silent, her turn to be shocked like he was when he saw her face in the photos.

“Turn around.” Another order. The voice was deeper, darker now but still made her feel the same way.

She turns, and painfully slow. She doesn’t meet his intense gaze immediately, reading his body language first and calming her racing mind. There’s no way it was him.

There’s no way it’s her, his mind reassures him. But as soon as her eyes raise to meet his his stomach drops. He was right.

“Javi?” It was almost a whisper, for the first time in she couldn’t remember when she didn’t hide her emotions in her face.

The gun falls first, his sense falling to the wayside as it slipped into its place in the back waist of his jeans. His frame was broader, still lean moves towards her with an earned confidence now. He doesn’t speak, staring at her as if she might not be real. She gives him his time. He’d earned it. “It really is you.” It was his turn to let the veil fall, dark eyes shining in the low, cool light.

She nods. “Javi I can explain.” She begins, prepared to apologize and ask forgiveness before asking him why the hell he was there at all. They were a long way from home.

“You’re alive.” A rather obvious statement that made her smile. It was all he could handle.

“I can explai-“ a quick burst of words before they’re cut off by his mouth landing against hers. She hadn’t expected this. She was prepared for many things last but not this, at least not for him to be kissing her. “Javi my-“ she tries to get out but his hands are already on her cheeks, hot and damp and certain. She lets her concern fade for a moment, it would all be fine. She gives in to it, lets him take the lead, and pull her against him roughly. The anger and hurt coming through in his grip on her back and face as they kissed breathlessly. He stole her focus without trying, there was the signature huff from his nose, the nuzzle into her between separating to catch his breath but he felt different. But so did she.

Where they once held differences in certainty they now held the opposite. He kissed her like he just found out his first love was alive after decades of vices to cover the loss. Because he had. Every woman and experience he’d had between her and now, every skill and thus gained confidence was clear and apparent. This was not a boy handling a girl. He was a man handling his woman.

And there she was, blindsided and touch starved, passion and intimacy starved being devoured by the only man she’d ever truly loved. The only man she’d ever let in and see her for what she was. The only man that knew Esmeralda. It was a raw and painful ache that emanated from her chest as she clutched her hand around his wrist and the other gripped his shirt in her hand. She gave in because she knew it wouldn’t last long, and after it was over she’d miss it.

With eyes squeezed shut, his forehead pressed to hers, his statuesque nose gently rubbing against hers he exhales hot against her face. “Esme…” he pulls back and holds her face, demanding her focus.

“It’s been so very long since someone’s called me that.” she sighs and puts her hands on his forearms.

“Since I called you that?”

She nods and smiles, face pressed into his hand.

“Maybe it’s about time people called you that again.” he pauses and looks her over with a hard brow, he couldn't hide his simmering anger underneath the confusion, relief, and affection. “Where the fuck have you been?” She sighs in response. “Why the hell are you HERE?”

“Same as you. Work.”

“Why are you with those men? Don’t you know who they are? What they do?”

“Why do you ask questions you already know the answer to?”

“Why Esme?” his eyes water and his hands squeeze her face a bit too tightly before a wave of dizziness hit him.

“Same reason now as then,” she whispers, his grip loosening and not hearing her response, she slicks his dark hair back as his eyes start to roll around in their sockets. “You're fine, Javi. Seems you fell for my defense mechanism.” she smiles and he looks at her, starting to slump. “To be fair I didn’t know to expect you. You’ll wake up soon enough. It’s only temporary.” she wipes the culprit of the sudden wave of forced unconsciousness he was going through, her lipstick off his mouth. He was out quickly, and she spent some long moments exploring the now aged face of her once wide-eyed companion. “You are even more handsome than I thought you’d be.” she coos and kisses him after dragging him into a chair and pushing it into a corner so he wouldn’t fall. “It now inevitable we’ll meet again. My old hound dog.” She chuckles, a kiss to take in the scent of his hair before she parted ways. “See you later, mi amor.”

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Peña awoke to a boot knocking against his knee and an odd headache. It was pitch black outside by now, people on the streets outside none the wiser to the life-altering experience he’d just had.

“Are we blacking out in stores now?” Murphy snarks and shakes his head, leaning against a door frame.

“That’s not...I’m not…” Javier shakes his head, rubbing and tapping at the pulse in his skull.

“Then what the hell is it?” He can hear the judgment in his partner's voice.

“If I told you you would think I was crazy.” he groans and sits up with his back straight in the chair, one cocked brow looking over to the man staring him down.

“And I don’t now?”

Peña huffs out a laugh. That was a fair assessment. He’d think the same thing. He looked across the room, the glass case he’d found her standing in front of now empty. “She took the jewels.” he switches the subject, an arm raised lazily and collapsing against his lap after.

“Were they made of cocaine? Why do we give a shit?”

“It’s not the jewels that are important. It’s the woman that did it.”

“A woman? Huh. That’s something you don’t see every day. That is… a little bit crazy I guess.”

“That’s not what’s crazy.”

“Am I gonna have to fuckin’ waterboard you man, just tell me.” he groans.

“That woman I told you about... that stole those... she's been declared legally dead for almost twenty years.” he finally says with a defensive tone and a face that said don’t fucking try me to the man still assessing his sanity with no attempt at hiding his negative prognosis.

“Oh.” Murphy contemplates looking away to the empty case. “That... yeah okay that is crazy.”

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They're all watching us

Chapter Two of Uncomplicated mi Amor

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Word Count: 2124

Summary: The wedding festivities continue! Jasmine has an unwanted admirer but she's able to share a dance with Javier and a bit more.

Warnings: unwanted attention (is cut short), light drinking, some relatives (always kooky), Nerdie's music choices, flirting, some kissing (very PG 👀), promises were made kinda

Notes: I welcome comments and suggestions. I'm keeping it cute. There will be more some comedy next chapter because it's me.

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Peña knows it doesn’t take long to reapply lipstick, so maybe Jasmine got caught up with something else. He was going to head near where the restrooms are, but he didn’t need to. She appeared to be making her way back over, in a hurry. He was going to ask what was wrong, but she was whisked away for the pictures the bride had requested. With arms crossed, he scanned the area nearby where the pictures were taken and saw one man staring intently at the group. Javier recognized this man as one of the lawyers he’d see at the courthouse from time to time. He didn’t remember the man’s name though. As the bride and her guest are dispersing after photos, this man doesn’t appear to be coming to talk to the bride or groom.

No, he’s looking right at Jasmine. She’s still talking with the bride so he’s only inching closer, careful not to get too close. Javier doesn’t like this at all. He grabs two glasses of champagne and walks right up to Eliana and Jasmine, offering the latter a glass and blocking that man’s view of her. “Oh, thank you Javi. I don’t like cham-”

“Jazz, take the glass and mix it with some juice or something. You’ll take her to get some right Javi or Javier? Eliana cut her off and patted her friend’s back. Javi nodded.

“Javi’s fine Ma’am. Congratulations.”

Eliana gave a look of fake disgust. “Don’t call me ma’am. Mrs. Estrada sí?” She whispered to Jasmine, “It looks like Dan is looking for you. Stay with Javi. I’m going to grab Issac.” 

“Okay. Love you Ana.” Jasmine gave a small wave before being whisked away by Javi to the bar. Instead of adding juice, he drank both of their drinks and she ordered a mojito. “Thanks Javi. Maybe I should go though.”

“Do you want to go or is it because of that man?” Javier asks as she sips on her drink, she finishes half of it before setting down. She hasn’t eaten since this morning. It might be a good idea to eat something. 

“I knew he was going to be here. I didn’t think he was going to swap seats with someone to sit at my table. I’ve stopped talking to him and told him why. That I don’t want to date him. He thinks he’ll wear me down or some stupid mess like that.” Jasmine explained while Javi placed a hand between her shoulders and led her to the dance floor. 

“You should stay and dance hermosa (gorgeous). It’s a celebration after all. Bailemos (Let’s dance)!!” Jasmine answered by placing her hands on Pena’s shoulders and following his lead to Santana’s ‘Black Magic Woman.’ His large hands ran down her back, along her sides where her rolls her and landed on her wide hips. He held on as they moved with the drums, they both smiled while Javi pulled her closer with each added cord played by the guitar. When the song stopped, Jasmine’s hand migrated to the back of Javier’s neck.

“Javier…” She only said his name, unsure of what else she meant to say. The thought was lost as his hands didn’t move when the next song began, ‘I Could Fall in Love,’ by Selena. It could have been any song you know, had to be Selena. I love Selena.

“Call me Javi, though if you want to say my name like that cariño, I’m not going to stop you.” He kissed her forehead and brought his lips close to her ear, “I’m not moving my hands for now though. Tell me where you want them and then I’ll move them.”

Her breath hitched while she hummed the chorus, “Keep them there Javier. I like your hands.” Jasmine cleared her throat and turned away. I shouldn’t have said anything. Or just said they’re fine. He makes me nervous and I’m comfortable with him. Just confusing. 

“That so? Good to know for later cariño (sweetheart).” The grin Javier had was criminal according to Jasmine who used her thumb to run across the hairs of the back of his neck. A slow few turns took hold of them during the music while a few of Isaac’s cousins escorted Dan out of the venue. He’d been invited because Eliana’s grandmother insisted that because he’s the bride’s cousin and family is so important, he should be given a chance to redeem himself and not do anything to disrupt the festivities. Following the bride’s best friend around certainly puts a damper on things. 

“Later?” Has she made some unspoken promise now? It sounded like it. Jasmine’s eyes shifted downward in thought, though she was sure of a few things it could be. She’s not opposed to any of them. She should just maybe get a last name at least or they could have a meal. More than a few drinks. 

A deep laugh rolled from Javier’s chest. “Don’t think too hard. Steam will come out of your ears.” The second song ended and they passed by the food table. He’d noticed her eyes looked a bit glossy, she needed to soak some of the liquor up with some food and have some water. They both did. “Come, let’s sit and eat Jasmine. We both need a small recharge.” Sitting down next to Javier, she watched people she considered family and friends dancing and enjoying themselves. 

“It really is a delightful wedding. Eliana and Issac look so happy. It’s been a great afternoon.” Rocking side to side slowly. Jasmine gave Javier a gleeful smile, a thought occurred to her. “Do you live in Laredo Javier?” Covering his mouth to hide a surprised chuckle, he nodded.

“Born and raised though I left for work twice.” He wondered if he should say more, but maybe it was best he didn’t. This was equal footing that he wasn’t used to. There were times he knew a lot about the woman he was seeing either because they had some associations in common, work or otherwise. More recently, women made assumptions about him based on his failed engagement and some recent dalliances. It appeared the woman before him was ignorant of such things. He would have a chance to tell her his perspective and she could have her own opinion not tainted by rumors. 

“I moved here ten years ago with my family as it was cheaper here than up North in DC. I miss it occasionally but I enjoy the quiet and the friends I’ve made down here.” She sat back in her chair as she spoke, the fondness on her face was obvious to Javi. She loved the place and people. The people of Loredo could be in your business too much but they usually meant well. He knew the feeling well. “They keep me mostly aware of what’s going on. I can be out of the loop sometimes.” Jasmine knew all too well that her penchant for keeping to herself and having almost no business to gossip about made her an oddity in Laredo but it had been like that in DC as well. ‘Bless her heart,’ was what she normally heard. Though, she did know had she paid a bit closer attention, she may have been able to tell Dan sooner that she wasn’t interested in him in a romantic sense. 

“The people will have you well informed of the comings and goings of everyone. No matter if you want to or not. But…” Javier took a hold of her soft hands in his, the tips of his fingers grazing her inner wrist. Jasmine made eye contact with his cocoa orbs. “I want to know more about you without all the distractions. And I can tell you anything you wanna know about me too. Maybe over dinner and another dance?” Moving his chair closer to hers and having his lips close to her ear once more, “I’ll keep my hands where you like them hermosa.” The hair of Peña’s mustache ticked her cheek when he pecked the plump skin. The edges of his mouth curved upward while she reached up and held the side of his face.

Issac used his hip to bump his wife’s and nodded in the pair’s direction. Eliana let out a gasp watching Jasmine kiss Javier and continued to keep his face in her hand. “Veo que trabaja rápido (I see he works fast). Should I be concerned given who he is?” Little Rosa bounced up to her father Issac and asked to play with some of the cousins outside, he said yes but to make sure to keep her dress clean and no hitting, unless hit first. His wife pinched his arm. “You can’t be telling her that!” 

“I don’t see why not. You know some of her primos (cousins) are ruffians. And if she keeps her dress clean while getting a few shots in, mi hija (my daughter) has talent.” The newly-married man half-jokes. His wife doesn’t find his advice amusing nor his lack of an answer to his question.

“Isaac…!” Eliana grabs his arm and looks serious. She knows her best friends doesn’t always have the best situational awareness. Ana knows who Javier Peña is despite feigning ignorance, he works as a deputy sheriff where her husband works as a lawyer for the district. She knows they’ve likely met in passing and she knows the tales of brokenhearted women Peña has left in his wake. Eliana had to admit though, everyone was an adult and if you know he’s not known for being in a relationship why did any of those women expect one?

Issac understood his wife’s concern. He’s seen Jasmine work as a paralegal. She is excellent with details, research and preparing briefs for different lawyers. Not so much with people though that’s improved from when she first started working at the district attorney’s office. He knew little more about Javier than his wife did and figured it was best to give him the benefit of the doubt. They don’t know him really at all and who’s to say her friend isn’t entitled to a romp or two with the guy if she wants. Eliana could be a bit too protective of Jasmine in his opinion but he was smart and did not tell his wife that. “She’s a grown woman. She makes her own choices which given that they’re leaving now they’ve decided on something together.”

The bride watched as her friend left with Javier’s arm around her waist. She was still worried but her husband was right. She hated when he was. Eliana was tapped on the shoulder by a tÃa looking to give her advice about her wedding night and married life. “Tía Carmen, you hate tío Rámon and barely speak to him. Why are you trying to give me any advice?”

“Dios mio mi sobrina (Oh Lord my niece), I’m who you should listen to so you don’t grow to hate sweet Issac. Come let me tell you about the year 1985…”

Javier walked Jasmine to her car, she’d picked up her purse from inside and promised to go straight home. He offered to drive but she worried about what would happen with her car. Exchanging phone numbers, Jasmine promised to let Javi know when she got home safely. She placed another kiss on his lips as he opened her car door for her and she hopped in. “I’m glad I met you today Javier. I want to dance with you again and actually share a meal with you.” Peña reached in her open window and glided his thumb along her lips. A good portion of her lipstick was on his plush ones. Looking up at Javi, her eyes followed a small bead of sweat rolling down his neck, to where he’d unbuttoned the top two buttons of his powder blue dress shirt and landed on his waist. Small but had a slight jut of a tummy. Jasmine’s eyes hung there a bit too long she felt and was refocused on his face when she heard him chuckle. 

“We will mi flor bonita (my pretty flower), but you’ve got to make it home safe first. As do I.” He took a step back from the car as she turned her key ignition, feeling herself grow hot again. Waving goodbye, Javier watched her drive off. The former DEA agent knew he would need to find a place with excellent food and music. They both deserved a fun night without any interruptions - Javier was optimistic about where this could lead with Jasmine. A fresh start with someone who could just receive him as Javier Peña before learning about the stagnant waters that wear at his soul. 

Chapter One. Chapter Three

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Uncomplicated Mi Amor Masterlist

Summary: A sweet love story between a man people have assumptions about and a woman who they feel they need to protect because they believe she’s fragile. (She's not it turns out.)

Javier Pena x Jasmine Green (black fat/plus size AFAB OFC)

AO3 Link (Updated within a day or two of each other)

Warnings will be in each chapter but don't expect this fic to be dark or too angsty. I'm going for sweet. 💖 Just to be safe though, for readers for 18+ MDNI.

Chapter One: He found a singing yellow Jasmine

Chapter Two: They’re all watching us

Chapter Three: Thanks for Stopping By

Chapter Four: Your body against mine

Chapter Five: A different song

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A Second Chance

Javier Peña x ofc ( Catalina Jones ) fic

Status: In Progress 

Chapter 1 will post - tba 

Summary: When Javier returns to Colombia, he faces many challenges, including his feelings for Catalina. 

Rating: Adult 18 plus, angst, pining, some violence - more ratings to come! 

CHAPTERS

1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

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Timeline: Narcos Season 3 AU

Snippets:

1 , 2 , 3

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