#mateo valorant x y/n

[sovasleepy]

beauty sleep (pt 2)

[ gekko x reader ] - when you fell asleep last night, gekko tried his best to take your makeup off for you. this morning, he has to answer for what happened ; part 1

warnings: reader is gender neutral but wears makeup so take that as you will

notes: anon requested a pt2 so here you are :) i hope you enjoy!

you didn’t know exactly what was wrong, but you knew it was something.

staring blankly at the ceiling from your spot on the bed, you attempted to blink the sleep out of your eyes. you stretched, yawned, then gave up and pulled the sheet over you again. you were tired, the world could wait ten more minutes.

drifting off, you recounted your steps of last night. had something happened? why was their this sinking feeling in your chest? you remembered walking back to your room, and vaguely hearing gekko’s ramblings as he explored your room. you remember feeling tired, and thinking that you could just shut your eyes for a few minutes.

that “few minutes” must have turned into a few hours. but there was nothing off about… oh. makeup.

rolling over, your eyes fell to the trashcan that was now stacked with makeup wipes. that was something you certainly didn’t remember. you wandered into the bathroom, only to see the container closed and neatly tucked into its usual spot.

this had to be something of gekko’s devising. no one else had been in your room, so it had to be, right?

after taking a moment to wake yourself up and get ready, you started your journey to gekko’s room. as always, his door was shut, but you could see the light coming from underneath his door and hear one of his little buddies warbling about something or the other.

gently, you knocked on the door. he answered, although his words were muffled by something. again, you knocked. this time his response sounded vaguely like “one second!”

a few moments later, gekko opened the door. he had his toothbrush hanging out of one side of his mouth, his hair wet and tousled. he leaned against the doorframe with his forearm, highlighting the tattoos adorning his damp skin. he had recently woken up too, it seemed.

“oh,” he mumbled, then took his tooth brush out of his mouth. “you can come in. let me just finish up real quick.”

you smiled softly and nodded. he padded off to his bathroom as you sat yourself on the end of his bed, then took the opportunity to look around. his sheets were askew and a few of his personal items were scattered around. on his nightstand, his wallet sat atop his uncharged phone. last night’s t-shirt was thrown onto the floor, with his pants halfway hanging out of the hamper. at least they had made it in, you suppose.

he padded back in a few moments later, usual cheeky smile on his face.

“hey. we grabbing breakfast or something?”

“well… i kinda wanted to talk about something.”

the change in your friend was instant. he stopped walking towards you, the rise and fall of his steady breaths stopping as well. the color seemed to drain from his face and his eyes widened.

“uh- yeah. yeah, sure, what’s-“ he stopped to clear his throat. “what’s wrong?”

you paused for a moment, realizing that you had had so much time to think about what to say and not actually done so. finally, you found some words and vaguely put them into a sentence.

“last night… i was- i went to bed last night. like, just straight out of… i got in bed and conked out, i mean. but when i woke up, my makeup was gone. or… not on my face is a better way to put it.”

“yeah.” gekko said. a little part of him seemed to relax. he took a few steps forward and sat down beside you on the bed. “that’s- that’s odd. maybe you sleep walked.”

“i know you took it off.”

“oh.” his shoulders slouched.

a silence hung in the air. it felt both awkward and comfortable, like when something feels odd or hurts for so long that you settle into the sameness of it. you could see the gears turning in gekko’s head as he tried to find the right words. you didn’t care, not really, but watching his attempt to respond intrigued you beyond measure.

“i… i didn’t know if it was weird?” he finally said. he stood as he began talking, taking a few tentative steps away to put some space between you. “but i thought i had read- or maybe i heard you say that falling asleep with makeup on wasn’t good. and i wasn’t sure how to go about it.”

his face was pinched with worry and you noticed the movements of his hands. he used them when he talked now, but even in the silence between his words and yours his hands rubbed together nervously.

he was terrified, the poor thing. you could almost see his heart beating out of his chest.

you let a soft smile appear on your face. almost immediately, his anxious movements stopped. the worry that pinched his face softened into something like hope as he awaited your response.

“thank you. you did it right. i think so, anyway… i didn’t really inspect your work.”

gekko sighed. “good. i was worried.”

“i could tell you.” you said, laughing as you stood to take a step toward him. this time, he didn’t move to create more space between you.

“i wasn’t really sure like…” he paused and seemed to think for a moment. “how many makeup wipes am i supposed to use? are they crazy expensive, like did i just blow half your paycheck? i can pay you back if i did, i just-“

“‘teo, you did fine. they’re not crazy expensive, i assure you.” you said, grabbing for his hand to keep him from picking at his nails once more. “and it depends on how much makeup i’m wearing. if the wipe gets dirty, get a new one.”

“ok. and how… hard do i need to be?” he seemed to cringe at himself.

“enough… i’m not sure how to describe it. hard enough to get the makeup off in a few passes, not so hard that all three layers of my skin are gone.”

“got it. and for your eyes, does it hurt?”

“be more gentle around my eyes, but otherwise no. unless you’re pouring the makeup remover in my eye, it doesn’t irritate.”

“ok, solid. thank you.” he smiled and almost seemed a little proud of himself.

you couldn’t help but smile back at him. he was all smiley, dimples appearing at the corners of his mouth. his eyes were much more bright and happy than they had been a few moments before, and his posture had straightened from the slouched shoulders he had been wearing prior.

“no problem,” you said. “meet you in ten for breakfast?”

“always.”

later, you would pretend not to notice the note in his phone titled “y/n — makeup” or the lists titled “do” and “do not” within it.

[kazvha]

hii! can i request a gekko x reader (established relationship) where they dye their hair together? i js think thatd be pretty cute 🫶 i really enjoy your valorant x readers

Summary: Coloring your hair with Gekko

Notes: Thank you! Hope you enjoy this💫

"What do you think about going red? We'd look so fierce! Like, the people wouldn't know what's gonna hit them!"

"Or blue? You know an ocean, refreshing vibe?"

"Or what about purple? I think you would look great in that color! But Reyna told me I couldn't pull it off..."

You giggled as you saw that Gekko was as excited as you were to dye your hair in a matching color. "I think [favorite color] would look good on both of us. Look, I already have inspo pics!"

After debating for hours and sleeping over it, you finally decided on a color and bought the hair dye as well as the utensils first thing in the morning.

To not make a mess everywhere, you retreated to the bathroom to apply the dye on each other's hair.

"Let me color your hair first!", Gekko said in a bubbly voice, eager to start already.

"Alright, and don't mess my hair up Mateo, I put everything in your hands."

He gave you a playful nudge. "No te preocupes!"*

You sat down in a comfortable position and let your boyfriend do his thing. His gentle application was quite relaxing if it wasn't for the strong chemical smell of the dye. Your mind drifted as you listened to the music playing in the background, and before you knew it, he was done.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, your eyes lit up and you complimented him, "Not bad! I didn't know I was with such a professional here!"

He grinned bashfully as his glance met yours. "Thanks. Okay, now it's my turn!"

You hopped off the chair and Gekko took your place. As you dyed his hair, he bopped his head up and down to the music while staring at you two in the mirror and thinking how fun it was to dye your hair together instead of him doing it alone like before.

"Can you stay still for a little? I'm trying to get this spot..." You wanted to make sure you colored everything evenly.

He answered, but he was still absorbed in his thoughts. "Sure."

Some time passed and eventually, you also finished. As you put on your shower caps to let dye sit, Gekko wrapped his arms around your shoulders and took some pictures. "We gotta document this important moment."

The results completely baffled you after you washed your hair and let did dry. "We really did good for our first time, our hair looks great!", you gasped as you glanced at your reflections in the mirror. Gekko enthusiastically placed his hand over his mouth. "How come we didn't do this sooner? We look fire, babe!"

You fixed your hair and Gekko couldn't help but take more photos of you two. "We do! I can't wait to go out like this together!"

* "Don't worry!"

[eeteernity]

Gekko x reader

im witting this bc when i was on the gekko x reader tag i was in the top blogs and i felt like an imposter so now i have to write one

cw: fluff

you want an indie boyfriend who skates and introduces you to music, clothes and overall just loves you? Gekko is right there in the corner staring at you in adoration

You were quite new in the protocol, you joined right after neon, so only 2 more people joined after you. You pretty much got along with everyone there, even being tolerated by viper and reyna. (you think reyna only didnt hate your guts because you were a radiant)

though you did like to hang out with neon, raze, jett and phoenix a lot. Those 4 you seemed to mesh really well with, very loud and outgoing people. Which is why it was such a shock when another agent joined.

“Everyone this is gekko, The new guy who will be joining you guys on missions, make sure to treat him well.”

Brim said sternly, while gekko just gave a bit of a goofy wave. It was love at first site.

“he’s so fine omg.”

“i know…”

you and neon whispered to each other. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, he was just so different to most the people here, he looked more relaxed and chill. Sage then took him off to show his room.

“yo (y/n) you should get to know him, he looks so cool.”

neon said with a sly smile.

“honestly I will.”

reyna looked over to you and neon and just rolled her eyes muttering ‘kids’ under her breath before walking away.

you decided to leave him alone for a bit just for him to get settled in. Sitting in the common room you switch through channels trying to find something interesting to watch. However you didn’t have to wait for long to talk to the new guy.

“hey you’re (agent name) right? sage told me your name by the way. im not a stalker or anything!”

he said putting his hands up defensively with a small smile.

“oh hey! yeah I’m (agent name) but you can call me (y/n), I don’t keep my name a secret here. It’s nice to meet you! are you liking it here?”

“yeah it’s super chill, i’m loving the vibe here. my name is mateo by the way”

he says as he sits near you on the couch.

“anything i can help you with? or did you just want to talk to me?”

you say in a teasing tone, causing his cheeks to go slightly pink.

“oh yeah i was actually wondering if you knew any places to eat around here? specifically chinese im really in the mood for that right now! But i also wanted to talk to you!”

he again said defensively.

“oh yeah i know a shit ton. you want me to go with you or just give you directions?”

“oh sí that would be great if you came along, you could help me order!”

“okay let me just go put on some shoes”

you and gekko went off to a near by street that had many food places, on the way you engaged with the usual first meeting talk like ‘how old are you?’ ‘favourite colour?’’where you from’ just the normal stuff. You got to the food place and decided to eat it there instead of takeaway. it was a small place, a family owned business. it was quaint

“so (y/n) what do you plan to get?”

“hmmm i’ll go with this one”

you point to your usual oder on the menu.

“i’ll get that too!”

you and gekko order and just keep talking. its nice, he’s really nice, and chill, and good looking and you’re staring at him again.

“so you wanna tell me about the people we work with? por favour.”

“oh yeah okay so, everyone’s really nice. Maybe not viper and reyna but they’re nice deep down… i think.

“ohhh reyna is actually the one who trains me!”

“really?! that’s cool as. Omen was the one who trained me when i first arrived. but anyway, keep your eardrums safe around raze she can be a bit loud.”

“veo, veo.”

you two keep discussing everyone until your food arrives.

“woah this looks good as, great pick (y/n)!”

“yeah, also i’ll pay for you if you want. I got spare cash”

“really! thats so nice!! gracias!”

eventually you get back, completely stuffed from the food.

“yo (y/n)! Gekko! you’re back. You guys want to watch a movie with me, raze, killjoy, sage, jett and omen?”

neon asked as soon as you walked through the door.

“yeah im down, what about you (y/n)?”

“yeah same! what movie are we watching?”

“a horror! its going to be so fun, just come to the common room when you’re ready.”

neon says before sprinting away. You look over to gekko and see him slightly frozen.

“you scared of horror movies or something?”

gekko nods his head slightly.

“don’t worry you can grab onto my arm if you get scared!”

gekko blushed a little at this.

“haha thank you (y/n)…”

the two of you walk to the common area and the movie starts. Everyone is sat in twos, Killjoy and raze, omen and sage, jett and neon.

the movie starts out well not too many scares but then the first jump scare happens. Making neon and Gekko jump

“oh shit!”

he says as he grabs onto your arm.

“sorry, didn’t mean to grab onto you.”

“its alright mateo-“

“shhhh!”

jett shushes the both of you.

the movie continues. With gekko basically clinging onto you for dear life. so like a good person you rub his back for him to clam down. he shivers at your touch. The movie ends, and killjoy and raze are giggling to themselves about how bad it was. omen and sage thank everyone for watching the movie as they walk to go do their own thing. while jett is comforting neon.

“neon it wasn’t that bad!”

“yes it was jett! what if that weird thing is going to come for me!!”

“come on lets go get you some water…”

which leaves you and gekko alone.

“you feeling alright?”

you ask him concerned.

“yep… yep. i’m alright. Man how do you not get scared?!”

you just shrug your shoulders.

“anyway i’m going to get ready for bed. If you get scared i don’t mind you waking me up or anything. I’m here for you.”

“okay, thanks for spending the day with me (y/n) it was really nice to get to know you!”

you leave.

He’s so cool..

i really like her..

OKAY THATS THE ENDING I MIGHT CONTINUE IT WHO KNOWS BUT I JUST WANTED TO GET THIS OUT. SORRY IF IT’S BAD I DIDN’T REALLY KNOW WHERE IT WAS GOING

[mezzy-1]

Learning Their Language (Valorant X Reader)

The protocol is about as international as it gets, and although most of them are bilingual there can be a bit of a language barrier.  You and your S/O decided to practice a bit of their native language so you could.  (I’m bilingual in Spanish so everything else me actually learning words, so it may not sound like a native speaker).  Like, reblog, and comment pls :) Special thank you to @darthladyofillusions for help translating the Turkish and Japanese!

Gekko - Spanish 

“Oye Y/N, que onda?” Gekko asked as he entered the lounge and sat next to you on the sofa

“Nada, estoy ehh… I’m just sitting here. I don't really know how to say that yet…” you trailed off with a bit of a weak laugh 

“Y/N, don’t worry about it.  It’s good that you can understand when I’m saying hi.”

“But I want to know more…”  you paused and looked at him, then an idea struck

“You could teach me, you and I spend so much time together and it isn’t like it would be studying in school.”

Gekko stared back at you for a couple of seconds and then sat up quickly

“I’d totally teach you Spanish Y/N!”  His excitement matched yours, and a wide grin spread across his face

A few weeks went by between you and him doing the basics of Spanish.  Practicing phrases for callouts helped a lot for the field, but even simple responses like ‘de acuerdo’ or ‘un poquito’ became more common for you

During a particularly slow day, Brimstone called a meeting.  Gekko and you sat together as usual

Part way through the meeting, Gekko whispered ‘Creo que vamos a morir en esas sillas.  Seremos esqueletos secos cuando Brim esta terminado.’

You understood his joke clearly and stifled your laughter the best you could.  Gekko had made a habit of telling jokes in Spanish for only you and him

Unless of course Reyna was in the room, at which point she’d join in.  Reyna’s Spanish was quicker than when Gekko spoke to you, but you had learned to pick out a few words

“Dime Gekko, ¿qué quieres comer anoche?  We got some skirt steaks in so we can make some ar-achera.” you looked over at Gekko, a puzzled expression on his face

“Como?  Que dijiste Y/N”

“Arachera?...”

“You aren’t rolling the R in ‘arrachera’ right.  Say it like this: Arrr-A-che-Ra.”

“Ar. A! Ara!”  You tried to pronounce it the same way he did but just weren’t used to making that sound

“Well do you have any advice on how to roll an R?”

“Just put your tongue on the roof of your mouth.” he replied, taking a step closer to you while you tried to pronounce it correctly

“Como eso amor.” he leaned in and kissed you softly 

“On the top of the mouth, Y/N.  If you can kiss, you should have no problems with saying it right.”

“Fue incredible…” you whispered as he pulled back.  Gekko was blushing as much as you were and giggled quietly

The rest of the evening was spent grilling, cutting vegetables, and making crude jokes in Spanish

Wingman nearly ran away with some of the plated arepas you and him had made.  After rescuing them, you had your dinner together

“Oye Mateo,” 

He looked up mid bite 

“I never got to thank you for how much you’ve done for me.  Muchísimas gracias a todos.  Y tu sabes eso, pero te amo.  Eres mi querido.” you worried you sounded too much like a telenovela but caught Gekko smiling

“De nada Y/N.  Eres el amor de mi vida  también.”

Chamber - French 

“Bonsoir Y/N, ça va?”  Chamber called to you from behind right as you entered the workshop 

“I don’t know what you just said Vincent.  I can only understand when you speak English.”

“But Y/N, you could learn.  After all, you’d have the finest tutor in all of France to teach you.”  Chamber moved closer and looked over your shoulder as you began to disassemble a pistol

“You’d actually teach me?” you asked, trying to fight the urge to turn around and meet him face to face

“Certainly Y/N.  For two people to share a language is a wonderful thing.  They work better together and they become so much closer”

His offer got the better of you, and you relented.  You turned to face him as he stood up and met your stare

“I’ll do it then.  Especially if it means we can spend a little more time together.”

Chamber adjusted his glasses and smiled.  “Magnifique Y/N.”

For the next couple of weeks you met with Chamber whenever you could.  Lessons tended to be something you looked forward to

“Non, non, Y/N.  It would be a travesty for you not to assist on le mission.  Je m’ennuie à mourir sans toi.  Tu es beaucoup trop amusant pour partir.”  

“Je le pense aussi, but do you think I’d just get in the way?  I thought you’d be solo on this one.”

“Y/N,” Chamber affixed his glasses and studied your hesitancy, “J'adorerais ta compagnie Y/N.”

The mission was a strike on some Omega agents in the Pyrenees range.  After some light exercise and carefully placed shots, you and him retired to safehouse in the mountains

“Ah Y/N, puis-je vous offrir quelque chose à boire?  Txakoli ou Sauvignon Blanc?” Chamber lifted two bottles for you to decide on

“Je voudrais le blanc, s’il vous plait.” you added on extra politeness knowing it would impress Chamber.  Plus going with a French wine would make him proud

“A good choice,” he replied while pouring your glasses.  “Es-tu installé confortablement?”

“Oui, but I have to wonder why we have a wine selection at a safehouse.” you slyly asked.  Chamber gave you knowing glance

“Unless, someone went to great lengths for some time together.  Avez-vous prévu cela?”

“Peut-etre.” Chamber answered, feigning ignorance and peering at his wine glass.  His eyes mischievously darted to you

“You know…while I’ve been learning French, I never did learn how to say something I always wanted to learn.”

“Quoi?  And that would be?”  Chamber inched closer to you set his glass down

“Kiss me.” you answered, leaning towards him and gazing into his enthralling eyes

“Embrasse-moi.” Vincent whispered before taking his opportunity.  He held your head and kissed you gently

After a while, you found yourself resting across Chamber’s chest.  You looked up at the agent and caught him smiling down at you

“Je t’aime.” you quietly spoke

“Je t’aime aussi, Y/N.”

Fade - Turkish

It was getting late in the night and you were headed towards your room

“Hey, Y/N.”  Fade’s voice made you jump and you turned to see her leaning against the wall just out of sight

“Merhaba…” you groaned absent-mindedly.  The lack of sleep was finally catching up to you 

“What was that? Y/N Türkçe mi öğreniyorsun?” her typical scowl replaced with deep interest

“I mean, only a little.  I don’t know if I’ll keep doing it though.”

“...Well I could offer a few minutes every so often.  İlgini çeker mi?

“E-Evet.  Tesekkurler Fade!” despite your exhaustion, you still had trouble sleeping that night

The following couple of nights you spent in Fade’s room with a cup of tea and a few notes you scribbled down

Most of the practice was just chatting together about life at the protocol and the day to day

“… Üç saatlik sorguyu izlemem gerekti. Üç saat.”  Fade too a long sip of çay and laid back on a pillow

“Really, 3 hours and nothing?  That must have been boring.”

“Türkçe Y/N.” She chided

“Uzgunum!  Ne kadar sıkıcı!”  You quickly corrected yourself and adjusted your seat

“Anyways Y/N, Günün nasıldı?” Fade reclined back and trained her gaze on you

“Ughh, tipik.  Keşke yapacak daha çok şeyim olsaydı.” you lamented.  

“I can lend you a few books. İster misin?”  Fade picked a few hard cover books from her nightstand and offered them to you

Almost half asleep, you took one and looked it over the summary.  Despite the 

“Uykum geldi Hazal, I’m gonna head over to my…room.”  You yawned and drowsily made your way towards the door but fell asleep where you were. 

Fade moved over to you and placed on of her blankets over you.  She stood, captivated by how peacefully you slept

The following morning you woke up in her room and began to make your way to your own

“Günaydın.” Fade had caught you once more while you tried to quietly exit.  In her hands was the book she gave you last night

“Unuttum! Thank you for reminding me.” you took the book back and set it your room

You met Fade outside your room after your morning routine.  Both of you had the day off, so spent it together

You’d chat in Turkish about plans and privately made arrangements to meet together outside for çay after most of the protocol went to sleep

 Most of the day was gossipping in Turkish and sharing stories from before the protocol.  Fade’s were usually dramatic considering her history, yours were a little more uplifting

Once the moon was hanging over the headquarters, you crept quietly to the spot with freshly made çay 

“İyi akşamlar Y/N.” Hazal greeted you with a slight smile.  “Otur Y/N.”

Taking a seat next to her, you began to sip your tea and chat with Hazal about how much things had changed for the both of you since joining Valorant

By the time the tea was finished, you had your head rested on Hazal’s shoulder while she held your hand

A thought crossed your mind

“Hey Hazal, Türkçe’de…I love you, nasıl denir?” you grinned as the words left your mouth 

Her eyes drifted towards you and she raised an eyebrow.  Her green and blue eyes studied your growing apprehension

Without warning, she took hold of the back of your head and pulled you in close

Her kiss was impulsive and quick, and she held you gently as if trying to shield you from the surrounding darkness

When you broke the kiss, your face was flushed with surprise.  The night air felt twice as cool against the warmth in your cheeks

“Seni seviyorum, Y/N.” 

Yoru - Japanese

“Oi, Y/N, pass me the wrench.”  Yoru had his face buried in his bike as usual, and you were helping out and catching up

“Hai douzo…” you muttered.  Yoru grabbed a hold of it and began fastening something, then stopped

“Did you just speak fucking Japanese?” He sat up, almost hitting his head on the exhaust pipe and looked at you with suspicion

“I did, so what?” you replied.  Yoru was always saying something in Japanese, so you decided to learn what you could 

“And why did you decide to learn Japanese, out of all of the languages to learn?”  Yoru leaned on the bike

“ Betsu ni.” you shot back nonchalantly before folding your arms and smugly grinning at Yoru

“Well you’re sort of shit at it.”  Yoru enjoyed the sudden embarrassment and doubt you felt before making his final move

“Komatta koto ga attara kike ne.  Just make sure your questions aren’t annoying.  Wakatta?”  His attempt to seem uncaring was outweighed by his offer

A few weeks went by of you and Yoru throwing barbs at each other in Japanese or just exchanging short phrases

“Yoru-kunnn…” you purred.  It was just you and him in the locker rooms and you were being a little adventurous with new honorifics

“Y/N.  Ima nan to itta?”  Yoru twisted around with a scowl forming while one eyebrow lifted

“Oh, nothing.  Trying out some more words, Yoru-kun!” 

Yoru took a deep breath and sighed.  

“It’s dumb as hell to use that outside of Japan.  Nobody uses it outside of businessmen trying to kiss someone’s ass and people who don’t know better.”

“Ja dou yobou ka?”  If he wasn’t gonna use it, you’d go with something else to call him.

“Ore no namae de kimatteru da.  Same as you Y/N.” Yoru began combing his hair and dressing into some casual clothing

“Fine then, I’ll use something else.  Yatsu work for you?”

Yoru was almost proud of you for that

“Anata wada warugaki.”

More weeks passed by with you learning some more obscenities from Yoru.  His days of crime taught him an assortment of terms you eagerly applied to your own learning

Soon, you and him were assigned to break into a building and sabotage some equipment

Once you were done, you and Yoru were free to enjoy yourselves 

“Got any plans for us Y/N?”

“Tokunai nai.”

“Good.  Come with me then.”  He pushed past you and grabbed your hand.  Before you knew it you were traveling through his rift

Suddenly, you found yourself on a rooftop overlooking the city.  Yoru teleported behind you holding some bags and taking a seat on the ledge

“Come on Y/N, food’s gonna get cold.”

“Arigatuo Ryo.” 

Steam drifted from the udon as you held it for warmth against the cold night.  Yoru took notice and moved closer without a word

“Hey Yoru, Kisusuru no mi wa nandesu?” you asked while resting your head on his shoulder

Yoru froze for a second, you felt him tense his arm ever so slightly.  His eyes moved over to you and a small smirk began to form on his face

“Mou ikkai ie, Y/N.”

Beginning to answer, “Kisusuru no-” 

Yoru pressed his lips to yours and passionately kissed you.  It was as if he had been waiting an eternity to do it 

Your arm snaked around his waist and he did the same to you.  Warmth from him eased your shivering against the wind

He broke off the kiss and gazed into your eyes.  You couldn’t tell if the blushing was coming from excitement or the cold

“Imi wa kore da yo.  But do you know the meaning of aishiteru, Y/N?”

“Anata no koto daisuki.” left your mouth instinctively

Yoru and you watched the lights of the city together for the rest of the night

Sova - Russian 

“Horosho Y/N, excellent marksmanship!” Sova’s applause was worth every extra hour  of practice at the range

“It was your advice that helped the most.  Thank you again for the lessons!” Sova took your rifle as you thanked him 

“Sova, I have a bit more to ask.  Just a little favor, but only if you feel like it!” you instantly realized how much you were over clarifying

“You always have my help, Y/N.  What is it you would like?”

“Can you teach me some Russian?  I always hear you speaking it and I thought it would be fun to learn it.” 

“That would be wonderful!” Sova’s eyes lit up in excitement.  Later he brought you a small book, a Russian language manual

“I had a few books delivered here from the mainland.  Vam eto nravitsya?”

“Konechno, spasibo!” you quickly thanked him with the Russian you had practiced

You and Sova took turns trying out words in conversation.  It was a little intimidating, but his encouragement got you through the embarrassment

“Kharoshaya rabota!” “Vpechatlyayushchaya!” “Chudesnyy!” 

You and him started to meet for occasional chats in Russian, usually starting with a compliment on something 

This eventually continued over into missions, where you and him would use Russian because it was quicker

“Y/N!  Zaryadite seychas!” Sova yelled while aiming a recon arrow.  You stampeded in and dispatched the hostile agents with his help

After recovering from the fight, you and him were together in the lounge and chatting in a mixture of Russian and English

“Oh, I almost forgot!  Imeyte eto!” Sova passed you another book, a copy of your favorite book but in Russian print

“My mozhem prochitat' eto vmeste.”  Sova was softly smiling and seemed lost in how happy he had made you

You practically crushed him with a hug.  You buried your face into his sweater before pulling him onto the couch

Opening the book, you flipped through the pages to the front and found the start of the first chapter.  Noticing the cover was loose, you adjusted it and your eye caught something

In elegant cursive was written: ‘ya lyublyu tebya, Y/N’ hidden away under the cover.  Curious as to what it was, you asked Sova

“Ah, я ne dumal, chto ty skoro eto zametish'!” he was blushing and nervously twisted a strand of blonde hair

“Sova, chto eto znachit?” you asked, puzzled

“It means, I love you.  Ty dlya menya vse Y/N.” 

You decided to try some Russian you had learned for a moment just like this

“Potseluy menya.” you leaned in and Sova did as well

You placed the book down and embraced Sova.  He was warm, and the comfort you felt in his arms was akin to sitting near a fireplace

Sova’s kiss was strong, but gentle.  His calm demeanor and tendency to take his time made the moment seem to last forever

“Я tozhe tebya lyublyu.” you whispered into his ear

Neon - Tagolog

“Kamusta ka Y/N!” Neon’s infectious energy broke through the boredom of filing a battle report

“I’m alright,” you put the report down and figured it was complete enough, “what about you?”

“Just trying to kill time.  You still have the copy of that comic I lent you?  Phoenix wanted a copy so…”

Rummaging through the books on your shelf, you pulled a volume from the collection.  A few books fell as you did so

Neon immediately went to help you place them on her shelf started replacing them.  She suddenly paused

“Y/N, is this a Tagalog learning manual?” she turned over to you and held the book up 

“-uh, yeah it is.  I may have picked it up after we started spending more time together.”  A sheepish look was your only defense

“You could’ve just asked me to teach you.  I mean I could totally do that if you’re interested…” Neon’s hair was beginning to stand on end as she waited for a response

“O pakiusap.” 

For a few days, you and Neon met together for lessons.  Of course it was mainly her correcting a few phrases while the two of you went for a run or chatted

She’d also drop a few new words in every time, mostly whenever you couldn’t remember one 

On a late morning jog, you and her took a rest on some of the benches inside the gym and caught up

“Pagod ka na ba?” Neon was already stretching her legs and retying her shoes

“Ilang lap pa?” you sputtered out, still catching your breath.  You loved running with her, but she never got tired 

“Eh, who cares anyway.  Anong gagawin mo ngayong gabi?”  Neon asked, taking a moment to crack her shoulders and neck

“Bukas na ang gabi ko.” Normally you had a few plans with other agent, but tonight you were all hers

“Agh!” Neon winced.  “Y/N, you mind getting this one spot on my shoulder?  Sobrang sakit.”

“O Tala,” you took a seat behind her and felt around her back until you touched the knot.  You took your elbow and pressed into it 

A shock shot through your body and sent you tumbling backwards.  As you regained your composure, Neon’s panicked eyes caught yours

“Patawad Y/N!” Neon cried.  She carefully helped you to your feet and offered her water bottle 

“Huwag mag-alala, it happens.” you had been shocked a few times before and Neon was always worried about you

“I- patawarin mo ako.  I shouldn’t be around you Y/N.” she apologized profusely and sprinted away to her room

Hours passed and Neon hadn’t left her room.  By mid-evening, you decided that she had spent enough time alone and knocked on her door

“TALA!!  Buksan mo ang pinto!” 

The metal panels slide apart and you entered.  Huddled in on her bed was Tala, hiding under her hoodie

“You shouldn’t feel bad Tala, ayos lang ako?” you gestured to yourself to emphasize 

“Hindi ko mapigilang gawin ito.”  Neon’s regret clung to each word, as she dug herself deeper into her clothes

You decided to use a trick you had absolute faith in to get her out of the pit she found herself stuck in

Neon reacted with surprise as you suddenly held her and kissed her.  She froze, arms raising to keep you away

Wrapping your arms around her, you ran your hands over her back gently.  Neon melted into you, but broke the kiss 

“Y/N, I-.”

“Huwag kang mag-alala,” you interjected, “tumutok sa kung ano ang maaari nating kontrolin.”

Neon’s teary eyes were filled with a mix of hope and relief

“Salamat Y/N.  Paano ako makakabawi sayo?  Please, I can’t thank you enough!”

“Well, anong plano mo ngayong gabi?” you were going to make sure the night she planned didn’t go to waste

“I rented some movies, well Cypher pirated them for me.  Gusto mo silang panoorin magkasama?” she tapped finger nervously on her bed

“Of course!  Magugustuhan ko iyan!”  

With that, you and Neon spent most of the evening cuddled together in her room.  About half way through the second film, she leaned over to you and whispered

“Mahal kita Y/N.”

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The Deal (Iso x Reader) Chapter 1

I tried dto post that 3 times from my PC but Tumblr crashed... so I'm posting it from my phone. I hope you guys like it !

Words count : 1400k

TW: none

"Fuck this I'm done!" yelling in anger I threw the gun to the ground, if Brimstone or Sova saw me right now I would probably get a scolding of a lifetime, but they weren't here with me. Only Gekko and his crew.

"Hey, calm down Y/n ! I'm sure you get it next try." the green haired Latino raised his hands, trying to stop me from exiting the practice range. I threw a nasty glare his way, making Trash growl at me in warning. "Hey, no that's not very nice!" he quickly scolded the creature making it roll its eyes at him.

I huffed and turned my head to the target I was practicing on. A ray of bullet holes behind it, only five or four on it. If being bad at shooting was a sport, then I was the champion of it.

"I'm sorry Mateo but I've been practicing for months now. I can't seem to land a single shot. If it's gonna be like that then I might as well quit while I'm ahead." I told him with a sad smile. His brow eyes widened in surprise upon hearing me say that, before I knew it, he was standing before me with a deep frown on his youthful face.

"Hey no, don't think like that. Not everyone is good at everything, chicka. Sometime those things take time." sending me a small smile he put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it in silent support.

"It's been six months through, what if I'm not made for this?" I looked up at my best friend, desperation clear in my voice.

"Nobody was made for this, but everyone made it work in the end. You'll get there soon enough." he nodded his head, firmly believing in his own words.

I sighed. Yeah, I was invited to Valorant by Brimstone himself, but back then none of us knew I would be an absolute shit at shooting. All he saw was a silent Radiant, with control over sounds who was amazingly good at sneaking and getting information. It was what he needed, he told me back then. But then assured me he wouldn't send me anywhere until I finished my training. Ever since then I have been on the base spending my time in the shooting range alongside Gekko and Neon, who quickly became my best friend among the Agents. Guess I got one good thing out of that whole shit show.

"I'll talk to Brimstone." I said, already making up my mind. Wingman who was standing in-between us, put his tiny limp on my leg and let out a series of sad chirps making my heart clench in pain. Gosh I was going to miss this adorable guy. Neon and Gekko too, heck even Yoru who was a pain in the ass from day one.

"Y/n please, think about this." Gekko begged, his eyes glossy from the unshed tears. I chuckled halfheartedly at my friend and put a hand over the one he still had on my shoulder.

"I have."

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After my talk with Brimstone I made my way to my room and started to pack up my things. The older man wasn't pleased with my decision and tried to persevere me to stay, heck he even involved Sage in it knowing how much respect I held for the women. But I wasn't about to drag everyone down with my poor skills. They had Omen, Sova and Cypher to gather all the information they needed.

A knock on my door stopped me in my tracks. Narrowing my brows I sighed and decided to ignore it in favor of putting my things in my duffle bag. Another knock, this time a louder and more aggressive one.

"I don't want to talk, leave me alone Gekko!" I yelled hoping it would be enough. After all who else would it be? Neon didn't know about me leaving yet, and both Sage and Brimstone respected my choices enough to leave me alone for now.

"It's not Gekko." my eyes widened in surprise upon hearing the deep voice of Iso.

The Chinese hit man quickly became my favorite person around HQ, even if we didn't spend nearly enough time together, I still found myself harboring a crush on him. What was he doing outside my door?

I walked over to it and punched in the code to open them, coming face to chest with the handsome man. My eyes widened upon seeing the intensity in his lilac-colored orbs. They seemed to be glowing.

"I heard you were leaving." he stated, no greetings or how are you's. Just straight to the point.

"I.. I am yes." stuttering I gasped when he pushed me in the room and closed the door behind him.

"Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'?" I blinked in confusion.

"Why are you leaving? Give me a one good reason." he wasn't making any sense to me. Why was he suddenly so interested in me leaving the place? We spoke maybe a total of five times during my stay here. But I had to admit, it did make my heart do summer sluts inside my ribcage. Did he care?

"I suck at shooting, that's why." I stated simply, observing his face for any kind of reaction. All I got was him clenching his jaw and mumbling something in Chinese.

"Is that all?" he asked, making me narrow my own eyes at him.

"Excuse me?"

"That is not a valid reason to leave." he said in anger, taking a step closer. I never realized how big he was until now, holy shit! And he was mad at me to! (For some reason) Was this the way I was going to die?

"What's it to you?' I challenged him with a hiss.

"You. Me. Shooting Range tomorrow at noon. I will train you personally from now on." I could myself going pale. He wanted to train me? Personally? Yes please, but also no fucking way. I wasn't about to make a fool out of myself in front of my crush.

"No way. I'm leaving first thing in the morning." shaking my head I missed the moment he got closer, until I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. It smelled faintly of cinnamon.

"I am not asking you, I'm telling you Tián tián." he leaned his head even closer, so close in fact I could make specks of dark purple in his eyes. "Listen to me. Let's make a deal. If you stay, I will make it so you'll be one of the best shooters in the entire team. Give me three months." I blinked at the sudden change of attitude. He was very confident in what he was saying that much I could tell.

"And if I don't become the best shooter?" I whispered, too scared to speak any louder than that. He was still very close to me, so when he smirked upon hearing my Question I about fainted then and there.

"Then I will let you go."

"You will let me go? Aren't you getting ahead of yourself, big guy?"

"Let me put it this way. If at any point of the three months you'll run away, I will personally hunt you down and drag you back. Do you understand?"

Okay, what the fuck was going on right now? Where was the sweet and shy guy who stuck to the side lines and didn't interact with others? Was he swapped during one of the missions? Did he hit his head or something? I blinked up at the older male, trying to understand what was being said to me.

"Okay. But what if you win the bet? What do you want in return?" I asked, my voice curious to hear his reason.

"You'll see." he stood up straight, putting more distance between us and making my heart calm down a bit. "I'll see you tomorrow." he winked and left both my room and me in a state of ruin.

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Tell Me

Gekko x (Fem!)Reader

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Hi everyone! This is my first Gekko fanfic and my first fanfic posted on tumblr. I am hoping for this to be a 3+ parter. I used google translate for most of the Spanish that wasn’t just a few words so I apologize if anything gets lost in translation, I am not fluent.

TW: mentions of murder, angst, (kinda?) manipulation

Premise: Gekko is your boyfriend and has been for a few years. Before you made it official you were best friends and attached at the hip. You both attend the same college in LA. A few months ago he came to you and let you know he had received a scholarship to a prestigious and private university up north, and that he accepted it. What the reader doesn’t know is that there is no college and that he has been recruited into the top secret Valorant Protocol. He has been told by Brimstone, Sage, and Reyna that you and the people close to him are to know nothing about what he is up to. But as you start to sense his lies, will your relationship survive?

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“Ta da!” You exclaimed, removing your hands from the view of the person who sat in front of you, allowing them to get a full view of their new hair in the mirror.

“Woah, mi Amor” Your boyfriend, Mateo, whispered as he inched closer to the mirror, a smirk forming on his lips while he took in his new hair color. Green - neon green in fact. When he had called you over for a surprise you didn’t expect that he was going to dye his hair before he moved away for his studies. You definitely didn’t expect that he chose neon green of all the colors.

As you mixed the color and applied it, you had silently mourned his beautiful blonde that was now to be covered. But, seeing the glimmer in his hazel eyes as you met his gaze through the mirror made all of your worry go away. He was certain this is what he needed as he moved away from his mom and from you.

“Do you like it?” You asked, nervous about your work. You had really only dyed your own hair once before. You were worried about patchy areas or leaving it on too long.

“Like it?” He replied back, “Me encanta, cariño! I love it! Thank you” Mateo turned around and moved the chair he was sitting on out of the way, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you. Your laughter harmonizes with his. As he places you back down on the ground, he cups your cheek before giving you a quick kiss. You lean into his kiss, trying to savor the last bit of time with him before he leaves.

“You know…” you start to say as you pull away, “I’ll always support you, but you don’t have to change yourself for new people” you said in regards to this change in his hair as well as the new tattoo he has been hiding under long sleeves. Mateo tenses up slightly at your words, involuntarily rubbing his wrist where his new tattoo lay on his skin. He wants nothing more than to tell you about Kingdom, about the Valorant Protocol, about everything. But for your safety, he can’t. So, as far as you know, he’s going to a private university up north to finish up his degree.

“I’m not changing for anyone, mi amor. These were just things I’ve been wanting to do for a while.” He says as he reaches his hand out to you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “What’s this?” He smiles, “¿una sorpresa?” seeing a bit of new color in your hair hidden by your nape, twirling the new strand of neon green hair around his finger as he changes the topic.

Your face flushes red “well… I had to do a test strand and… now I have something to always remind me of you while you’re away.”

He chuckled slightly and hugged you tight, “Now we match. But, no te preocupes, I’ll video call you whenever I can. I promise, (y/n).”

You leaned into his hug, “I know, Teo. That doesn’t mean I won't miss you any less” you closed your eyes as you held onto him tight, struggling to prevent any tears from leaving. Mateo sighed slightly as he rested his chin on the top of your head. He pulled you in closer to him, one hand on the back of your head, the other wrapped around your shoulders. The decision to join the Valorant Protocol had weighed heavily on Mateo’s shoulders. It hurt him to leave you, more than you would ever know. But, he had to do this. He had to do this for his mom, for Reyna, and especially for you.

He loosens the hug, looking down at you. “Ey, why don’t we show my mom my new cabello?” He smiles, trying to cheer you up. You shake your head, “Teo no! She’ll kill me!” You laugh.

“Nah! I’ll tell her it was all my plan. Vamos!” He grabs your hand before you can protest and hurries out of his room, dragging you with him, “Ey¡ Mamá¡ Tengo algo que mostrarte¡'' he yells, while you giggle as he pulls you through his house.

The reaction from Mateo’s mom was roughly how you expected it to go. You watched as she went through the stages of grief in regards to seeing her son's natural hair replaced with Green. You had tried to stifle your laughter as Mateo tried to sheepishly explain his reason and thought process all while she yelled at him in Spanish. Eventually she gave in and had Mateo set the table for dinner. The rest of the night was how it normally went when you had dinner at Mateo’s house. You loved his mom’s home cooked meals, and gladly accepted the seconds she forced upon your plate. As you ate, you smiled at the shared banter between Mateo and his mom, laughing at the remarks and jokes you could understand. Normally you picked up a few words here and there, and a select few phrases when Mateo and his mom spoke in Spanish, which is a big improvement from when he first brought you over for dinner 4 years ago.

As the night ended, Mateo walked you to your car carrying a bin of homemade tamales his mom had packed up for you and your family. He pulled you in for a kiss before sending you off. “Drive safe, cariño. And text me when you get home, por favor.” He opened your car door for you and you nodded “of course, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked, as you were going to be taking Mateo to the bus station to see him off.

“Sí, señora. I’ll see you tomorrow” he said, giving you another kiss on the cheek. “Te amo”. You returned his kiss before getting into your car, “Te amo también” you smiled. His eyes glimmered in the streetlights as he smiled, he loved hearing you say the phrases he taught you. He loved sharing his culture with you.

You pulled your car away from the curb and started your drive. Mateo waved as he watched you drive down the street, waiting to go inside until he saw your car disappear as it turned down another street. He walked inside and to his room, reaching under his head he pulled out a sash, similar to an over the shoulder bag, and set it on his bed. “Mi amigos, you can come on out now” he whispered as four tiny animal-like creatures appeared from the central area of the sash. A yellow one that stood on two legs, a blue one that floated in the air and seemed to have a hard shell of sorts on the top. A green ball that hopped straight into Mateo’s hand, and a pink creature that seemed to swim above the ground like a shark. The yellow creature walked up to Mateo, sensing any distress and grabbed onto his arm, noises similar to gargles emerging from the small creature. The man smiled as he understood what the creature was saying, “Thank you Wingman. I just sometimes wonder if I’m making the right choice. ?Sabes¿”

The blue creature came up to Mateo and rubbed against his cheek, while purring. He chuckled, “thank you, Dizzy. Unfortunately, I can’t tell (y/n). It would put her in danger, there is no way I can do that to her.

The shark-like creature grumbled, Mateo turned to it, “I’m sorry Thrash, I know you don’t like being hidden from her… or anytime, but it would just cause too many questions. Don’t worry girl, after tomorrow you won’t have to hide anymore.”

Just then, Mateo’s phone buzzed and he smiled seeing the text from you; ‘Home safe <3’.

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The ride from Mateo’s house to the bus station had your stomach filled with anxiety. You had been dreading the day he left, and had hoped somehow it wouldn’t come. But it was here, and in just a few minutes you would be dropping him off and would only see him maybe once or twice every few months. Mateo’s mom riding in the back of your car also did not help your anxiety. Of course you loved his mom, and you’ve known her for years, that still doesn’t mean that you weren’t absolutely terrified of embarrassing yourself in front of her.

Mateo noticed how stiff you held onto the steering wheel of your car. He reached over and placed his hand on one of your shoulders to try his best to smooth you, “(y/n), you alright?” He said. Before you could answer his mom spoke up, “Mateo! Don’t distract her while she’s driving, tu sabes mejor!”

Mateo groaned and pulled his hand away, turning his head towards the window as he rolled his eyes, “vamos mamá, está bien.”

His mom huffed, “no esta bien, Mateo! Es imprudente.”

“Mamá-“

“Sólo espero que no seas imprudente con el protocolo-“

You heard Mateo inhale as he turned around quickly in his seat, “¡No puedes hablar de eso! ¡tú lo sabes!“

“simplemente no quiero que te lastimes. Solo estoy asustada Mateo…”

He sighed, his voice changing from worry to understanding, “Lo sé mamá... Estaré a salvo, I promise.”

Mateo turned back in his seat and you looked in the rear view mirror to see his mom silently wiping underneath her eyes. “Is everything alright?” You asked in a whisper. Mateo nodded, “Sí. She's just worried about me being in a new place.” He said, telling part of the truth. “I understand that feeling,” you replied. “Well, like I told mamá, I’ll be fine, mi amor. I promise” he said resting a hand on your knee.

You looked back in the mirror again, to his mom silently trying to compose herself as more tears fell from her eyes and you wondered if that was truly what his mom was worried about.

After you pulled your car up to the bus station, you helped grab Mateo’s things out of the trunk while his mom pulled him into a hug while kissing his temple. “Mamá, chill” he laughed after the 4th or 5th temple kiss. He walked over to you and grabbed his bag from your hand, “(y/n) I got it! You should have let me help you.” He said as you handed him his skateboard. “I wanted to give you some time with your mom.” You smiled. He set his bag and skateboard on the ground before pulling you into a kiss, not caring that his mom was just 3 feet behind him, you wrapped his arms around him as you focused on how soft his lips felt. You wanted to memorize as much of his warmth, smell, and feelings before he left.

As you two separated, his eyes lit up, “I almost forgot! But I got you something.” He said as he started digging through a pocket on his bag. As he found what he was looking for, he pulled out a small jewelry box and handed it to you. You delicately took the small box and opened it to find a beautiful and tasteful heart shaped locket. Engraved on the back ‘for mi amor. Love, Teo’ “Oh my, Mateo…” you said, in shock. “How much did this cost you?” You asked, hoping he didn’t spend a ton of money on you.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said, grinning like a puppy, “open it.”

You took the pendant and saw the hinge where it opened. As it did you noticed the two pictures inside. One the left side was your first selfie with Mateo, shortly after you two began dating. He was kissing your cheek and your eyes were closed in a moment of bliss. On the right side of the locket held a more recent picture of you and Mateo. You two were both making silly faces at the camera, but it captured the essence of your relationship. “Those are two of my favorite pictures of us” He said, pulling you out of your memories. “I just wanted you to have something to hold close to your heart while I was away. I hope it’s not too…er..sappy?” he said, his face flushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Teo, thank you so much. I love it. Me encanta!” You said before throwing your arms around him. He held onto you tight before you both heard a familiar and soothing voice from behind you. “Que dulce, Mateo.”

You released your arms from Mateo and he set you down before looking in the direction of the voice, and his eyes lit up. “Zyanya!” He said, walking up to the tall and intimidating woman before giving her a hug.

“Mateo, (y/n), great to see you.” Zyanya said before walking up to Mateo’s mom and giving her a hug. You had met Zyanya before. You knew she wasn’t related to Mateo, but that she and Mateo’s mom had a close bond, and that he had always seen Zyanya as an aunt. Other than that, you didn’t know much about the woman. She was always friendly to you, as she knew you made Mateo happy. You refrained from asking her much about herself, as she always had this intimidating aura when she was around, and you couldn’t quite explain it.

“We better get going, cariño. The bus will be here soon.” Zyanya said to Mateo. You had heard Mateo mention before that Zyanya would be riding the bus and then train with him up to his school as she apparently lived nearby. This arrangement was apparently planned by his mother to ease her worries about him traveling alone, at least that’s what he told you.

Mateo nodded, “Sí, we should probably get to boarding.” He said, a solemn look flashing over his face as he looked to his mom and then towards you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you close, wiping away a tear that had fallen from your eyes without your permission. “I’ll text you as soon as I get there mi amor. And then I’ll video call you and show you my dorm, and you can help tell me where to put some decorations. Trato?”

You nodded, sniffling as more tears fell from your eyes. You wrapped your arms around him. Pulling him into another hug as he kissed the top of your head. “I have to go no, mi amor. Te amo mucho. More than anything” he whispered to you, before giving you a quick goodbye kiss.

After he pulled away he went over to his mom and pulled her into a hug, giving her a kiss on the top of her head as well. He whispered something in Spanish, that you couldn’t quite make out, but saw as his mom nodded and gave him a kiss on the temple. His mom exchanged a hug and a few words with Zyanya before the two of them walked to the doors of the bus station. Zyanya was the first to enter, Mateo took a pause as he turned around and waved before entering.

As the doors shut behind him, you couldn’t help but shake the pit of dread that had immediately fell into your stomach. He was just going to school? He would be back before you knew it for a visit. So why did you feel so anxious? The fact that you couldn’t visit him there had upset you when he first told you about it, but it was something you quickly got over. You understood some schools had weird and random rules. Or, at least that’s what you were telling yourself.

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After you dropped Mateo’s mom back off at their house, you drove straight home. His mom of course sent you home with some food, which you put into the fridge to save for later as you had no appetite at the moment. You texted Mateo that you had dropped off his mom and made it home yourself, staring at the screen you waited for the usual instant reply, but nothing appeared. You stared at the screen for a few more seconds before scrolling away, you and Mateo had never shared your locations with each other so there was no need to try and see where he was. Maybe he had fallen asleep on the train? Or maybe he and Zyanya had to switch trains and were busy boarding. There were many scenarios you could think of, but each one was starting to bring back the pit of anxiety that had burrowed into your core. You put your phone face down on your desk and turned on some music to try and distract yourself from your mind. You knew the absence of Mateo was only going to get worse, in four years you haven’t gone a day without seeing him at least for a few minutes. Before you two were officially dating he was your best friend. Whether it was him bringing you lunch to work during your breaks, or your date nights, and the occasional sleep overs at your house your life was always filled with an aspect of him.

Hours later your dad knocked on your bedroom door and opened it, finding you struggling with your bed as you had pushed it from one end of the room to the other.

“Watcha doing?” Your dad said, trying to speak over the music you had blaring in your room.

“What??” You said, as you continued pushing your bed towards the other wall, not hearing your dad over the music. Your dad sighed as he walked into your room and made his way through the maze of furniture you had created. As he approached your speaker he turned the music down, pulling you out of your trance. The resistance of your bed finally up against the wall had you sink to the floor, catching your breath as you turned and rested your back against your bed.

“So….” Your dad started, “redecorating?”

“Mhm” you answered. Resting your head in your hands, not realizing how much energy you had actually used in the last few hours.

“Has Mateo updated you yet?” He asked

You paused, trying to pretend like you didn’t hear the question before you let out a soft, “no.”

Your dad walked over to you, sitting down quietly so that his back was also resting against your bed. “He will soon, maybe his service is really bad. You did say he was going to be up in the mountains up north? Right?”, he said, reaching over to rub your back.

You shook your head. It had been hours nearly 13 hours since he said goodbye to you at the station, and he hadn’t even texted you back yet or that he was safe, “no he probably met some better friends, and he’s going to forget about me” you said through ragged breaths, tears starting to form.

Your dad pulled you close, “you know that’s nonsense right? I’ve seen how he looks at you. That’s not something you can throw away after a few hours. Ever since your mother, I’ve been scared of me not being able to see the signs of someone who is not right for you. But with Mateo, I saw all the right signs of someone who would take care of you.”

You leaned into your dad, it had taken him a while to learn the right things to say for two daughters when they needed help. And even when he didn’t quite get it right, it always meant a lot to you. The First Light had affected many families in many different ways and for your family, your mom was in the wrong place at the wrong time when she was a victim of an armed bank robbery by two newly radianite humans trying to test out their new powers. Your dad stepping into your moms shoes when she died after you were only 12 and your sister was 8 sure wasn’t an easy role. But, you had so much appreciation for everything he had given for you and your sister.

“I love you, dad.” You said, sniffling as you regained your breath.

“I love you too, (nickname)” he replied, ruffling your hair. You laughed as you struggled away from your dads grasp. The sound of your phone vibrating, gaining your attention, you jumped up and ran over towards your desk, jumping over the furniture scattered about. You walked back over to your dad beaming, “it’s Teo!” You said.

“Hey, what did I tell you?” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes as you started pushing your father towards the door of your room, “I love you dad, but get out. Now! Please!!”

“I’m leaving. I’m leaving.” He said, sighing as you closed the door in his face. “It was so much easier before boys came into the picture.” He muttered while looking up towards the ceiling.

You answered your phone to Mateo’s smiling face, “(y/n)!! Mi amor, Te extraño mucho!!” He exclaimed though his smile faltered when he saw your eyes were red. “Querida, have you been crying?” He asked

You shook your head, “I’m okay, I missed you too, mi amor. How was your train and spending time with Zyanya?”

Mateo knew you were lying about not crying, but he also knew you enough to know that if you wanted to talk about it, you would. He just hoped that you were alright. “It was peaceful” He said, “you would have loved the views” he wasn’t really lying. He was sure the view he had from the helicopter to the remote island of the Valorant Protocol was on level with the view of mountains from a train ride.

“I'm sure!” You said, “did you take any pictures?”

“Oh, um.. Sí!! Yeah I’ll have to send them to you when we’re off the phone.” He replied.

Before you could ask him about his hesitation, you heard what sounded like a gargle coming from behind him. “Mierda!” He quickly jerked his camera to the right before setting it face down on his bed. His camera turned black as you heard him scramble about his room muttering something you couldn’t make out.

“Teo, are you alright?” You asked.

It took a second before he came back. “Lo siento, mi amor. I was trying to hook up this retro gaming system and it randomly turned on with the volume all the way up.” He said. He was feeling guilty about how much he was having to lie to you, but he couldn’t show it on his face.

“Oh! I see.” You laughed, “that’ll be fun once it starts working when you want it too.”

He chuckled slightly, his eyes looking over to one side of the room. “Sí”

“So, show me around your room!” You said.

Mateo smiled and nodded, “Sí señora”. He had already hidden everything that had to do with the Valorant Protocol, and set his “window” to a nice wooded view. He turned the camera around and showed you the bare bones of his room. It was bare with just a desk, bed, closet, and a dresser. Though, you couldn’t help but notice… there was no gaming system in his room. It wasn’t like him to lie to you, so you decided to let it go.

“Seems spacious” you replied. “Lots of room for activities. So, have you met anyone yet?”

“Yeah!” He said, enthusiastically. “There’s some people I think we would get along with. They’re a few doors over to me but I don’t know much about them yet. They seem nice though!”

You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy, you suddenly pictured all the times he would be hanging out with people he was meeting and how you would be left in LA. “That’s great.” You said

He noticed the sudden sullen look in your eyes and frowned, “(y/n), are you alright?” He asked.

As you went to answer him, an alarm went off in the background of his room and the lights began to flash red. “What is that!?” You asked.

“Uh.. Fire alarm!” He said loudly, an uneasy look on his face. “We were told it would be muy ruidoso. Don’t worry it’s just a drill but I have to go!” He said, trying to talk over the alarm. You noticed that there was a voice accompanying the alarm but you couldn’t make out what it said. “Te amo!” He yelled before the call ended.

“-Te amo-“ you tried to get it out in time for him to hear you but you were only left staring at the video image of yourself. You threw your phone down on your bed and sighed as you stared up to the ceiling. Something shady was going on. You didn’t want to believe it, but Mateo was lying to you about something, and you needed to get to the bottom of it.

[titan-senpai]

Decorated Walls.

My first time writing for valorant Sorry if its bad but ive been playing alot of val recently so Gekko <333

Warnings; Angst, Death, Tears basically- GIF NOT MINE

After a mission gone wrong his beloved Y/N left the world fighting alongside him.

decorated Walls.

Gekko x GN Reader.

Guns Drenched in Blood… All because of that stupid Radionite… His Y/N.. Gone, “ Why..” Gekko Looked at your lifeless body, drenched in blood Looking so Peaceful at the sky…

“Gek! Go to A I'll cover Mid!” Y/N yelled Taking cover behind a box covered in snow Gekko did as he was told But that would become a huge mistake.. Running to A to Defuse the Spike, Hearing a loud Bang… As he continued to defuse the spike, he almost finished hearing the bang again.. Really close.

-Spike Defused- Gekko ran to where Y/N was supposed to be. Gone without a single trace “Go find Y/N for me bud..” He said to Wingman tap tap tap tap As wingman ran to your location Hardly breathing. Shocked at your state “Y/N! what happened” he slid towards your side. “I thought I saw you and it turned out it wasn't..” Coughing blood white gekko helped you get in a comfier position. “Hey Hey look at me..You're going to be alright..” Gekko shed a tear smiling “ Hey at least i killed that bastard..” Coughing more blood.. nonononono… Sage Wouldn't arrive on time.. “Mateo..” Smiling as Y/N placed a hand on Their S/O “Look at me Mateo..” Finally Gekko looked at his dying S/O

 “ You're going to be alright i'll get sage to-” Y/N smiled laying on the ground putting pressure on their wound. “I love you Mateo.. I always will..” Gekko shed a few tears as he felt his Y/N Numb He couldn't say it back.. Kissing Their forehead “I love you too…MI amor..” When he said it all his buddies popped out as he sobbed. Wingman Sitting next to gekko holding Y/N’s other hand With a Promise ring on it from Gekko.. Mosh hovering over you Looking sad but soon The rest of the Protocol came “Gekko!” Neon yelled from a distance before stopping at the sight of you.. looking so peaceful.. “No…” SHe couldn't believe it. No way she was going to 10 Minutes ago telling her how you and Gekko would get married one day.. “Sage..” Neon turned behind her, seeing sage’s reaction.”You've got to do something.” Neon begged sobbing at this point.

Sage took a look at Y/N and shook her head..”She's gone, Im sorry..” She held in tears as everyone walked to the Chopper. “I'll give you sometime..” Brim said giving gekko a supportive shoulder pat while walking to the chopper.

Holding his precious Y/N Sun shining on them as if they were an angel Taking their gun and their matching gun buddies.. As he held that Phantom close to his heart.. Kissing his Precious Y/N for the last time.. Cold lips touching his warm ones.. standing up as he took one last look at them shedding tears as he got on the chopper.. the tears didnt stop.

Finally entering his Room within the protocol Looking at his shared room Snacks from last night.. Empty boba from this afternoon Smiling as he looked at your pictures next to his bed Holding a Skateboard Learning how to skate.. the next picture is a family dinner as the 2 families met and eating a lot of food..

and finally a picture of you cuddling on the couch..taken by his mom while you 2 fell asleep.

Y/N might be gone but They live on in his memories.. and on the walls of his room

[aunqueudselocrea]

TEMPLARIOS EN AMERICA…MUCHO MAS QUE LEYENDA Y GRABADOS… ... QUIENES ERAN Y LOS INDICIOS.

No cabe la menor duda que hasta que Colón llegó a América, aquellas tierras eran países desconocidos para el Occidente, pero los descubridores se encontraron con unos habitantes y con una cultura que no esperaban. La gloria del descubrimiento histórico quedó reservada íntegramente a Colón y a las carabelas de España. ¿Pero cuales eran los orígenes de la población existente y de quienes provenía su cultura que no imaginaron encontrar? Cortés, cuando los españoles entraron en Tenochtitlan, Méjico actual, Moctezuma le saludó con palabras que le admitía con el Gran Señor que habría de llegar: “Os considero como parientes, según lo que me dijo mi padre, que se lo había oído al suyo; nuestros predecesores, de lo que desciendo, no eran naturales de estas tierras, vinieron con un Gran Señor, que poco después regresó a su país, prometiendo que volvería a buscarlo. Esa es la razón por la que hemos esperado, y creemos que sois vosotros, dado el lugar de donde venís”. Pero la expedición marítima de que se nos habla no es nada más que la aventura de un grupo de navegantes, que encuentran en América, una población preexistente.

No es de este lugar tratar de averiguar los orígenes de la población aborigen de aquellas tierras, puede que antiguos hebreos, polinesios, monjes irlandeses, vikingos y algún otro, pero ¿llegaron los Templarios antes que Colón? puede ser. Indicios hay para pensar en ello, si bien esta Orden de Caballería no lo dio a conocer al mundo civilizado y el secreto quizás fuera el Gran Secreto que nunca quisieron desvelar. Hay varios motivos para creer que antes de 1492, llegaron al continente americano.

¿Quienes eran y qué buscaban en aquellas lejanas tierras los componentes de esta Orden, mitad monjes, mitad soldados?

Hugo de Payns fue el fundador del Temple, milicia de Cristo, nacido para en principio, defender a los peregrinos a Tierra Santa, aunque luego sus motivaciones e extendieron de tal forma que no solo fueron protectores de desvalidos, sino prestamistas de poderosos, constructores esotéricos, con una expansión, muy semejante a las grandes multinacionales actuales.

De 1118 a 1118 Hugo de Payns y sus escasos seguidores, nueve en total marchan a Tierra Santa, aceptando la invitación de Balduino II. Allí encuentra alojamiento y obtiene las primeras mercedes a cambio de guardar los caminos de malhechores y como premio la remisión de sus pecados.

En 1127 Hugo de Payns vuelve a Occidente como enviado de Balduino con el solo objetivo de reclutar hombres que defiendan los Santos Lugares.

Durante el Concilio de Troyes, Hugo somete sus proyectos sobre la recién creada Orden y logra que se la reconozca oficialmente por la iglesia en 1128. En este Concilio, que contó con la asistencia de varios arzobispo, diez obispos, siete abades y algún teólogo, el Papa mandó como representante suyo a Mateo de Albano, también estaba presenta Bernardo de Clairvaux, fundador del Cister y protector de los Templarios. La Orden nace bajo una absoluta garantía de ortodoxia, aunque no mucho más tarde hay una eventual heterodoxia templaria, sobre los fines secretos y ocultistas de la Orden. Manifestaciones numerológicas mágicas, construcciones identificativas con la cruz templaria y su incansable búsqueda del saber a todo lo largo de su existencia hacen que incluyan entre sus objetivos además del beneficio económico logrado en su indudable e inmejorable organización mercantil: desarrollaron la letra de cambio, traficaron y prestaron servicios en todas las ramas del comercio, traspaso de fondos, préstamos con garantías, depósito, etc. Unas metas tan significativas como ocultas, que les proporcionó tal poderío que los Reyes les envidiaban y el Papa los temían.

Aparte de las numerosas y cuantiosas donaciones que recibieron; las necesidades materiales en Oriente eran grandes, y Occidente debía mantenerlas, supieron crear una compleja organización que además de financiar la guerra Santa, tenía que mantener todas mantener todas sus casas o encomiendas por lo que el Temple había de obtener pingues beneficios de la explotación de los bienes que se les habían cedidos.

Siempre prefirieron las rentas regulares, mejor en dinero, que en especies, ya que era más fácil transferir recurso a Oriente en metálico, que en otra cosa, pero pronto se transforma en administradores, tesoreros, o prestamistas, dado lugar más tarde a la acusación de usureros, entre los cargos que se les hicieron, para destruir la Orden.

La financiación de las grandes obras que realizaron en sus tiempos, les plantean un problema. Sus préstamos, para el pago de los salarios de los obreros que intervienen en las obras, no puede realizarse en letras de cambio y la moneda metálica escasean en la Edad Media. La plata casi no existe y el oro es poco conocido. ¿De donde sacaron entonces las grandes cantidades pagadas en metálico en préstamos a obispos o ciudades para construir esos maravillosos monumentos góticos, más de ochenta catedrales?

En los siglos doce y trece se acuñan monedas en plata y oro que se convierten con rapidez en el medio de pago normal, ¿de donde viene ese metal? El secreto es celosamente guardado por los caballeros Templarios, quizás fue su Gran Secreto, que hemos mencionado.

El Temple mantiene en aquellos tiempos una considerable flota que traslada desde los puertos del Mediterráneo, aprovisionamiento y tropas a tierra Santa. Pero también desde los puertos del Atlántico y mar del Norte, se observa gran actividad en los barcos de la Orden. El puerto se La Rochelle, en el Atlántico no significa para el Temple una base secundaria, es la sede de una casa que mantiene su autoridad sobre esa amplia zona. Este punto era escala de normandos, bretones y vascos. De aquí parten siete rutas templarias que cubren toda Francia. Cuando la disolución de la Orden en 1314 hacia este puerto se dirigen las cajas que guardan el tesoro o el secreto de la Orden.

¿De donde sacaron los templarios la plata con la que hicieron posible la financiación de las catedrales y grandes obras construidas en Europa?

¿Para qué les servía el puerto de La Rochelle?

¿Hacia dónde partieron los navíos que recogieron la carga que en 1307 afluyó al puerto?

Hay indicios que nos hacen pensar que los Templarios llegaron a América antes que Colón. Se dice por personas autorizadas que éste se valió de n plano templario, obtenido en Portugal, para arribar aquellas costas y en aquellos paisajes, Méjico y Perú, obtuvieron la plata que luego transformada en moneda cedían, mediando el correspondiente beneficio a los que acudían a aquellos con tal pretensión.

Fray Diego Durán, en su Historia de los Indios de la Nueva España nos dice: “Hubo en esta tierra de Nueva España una Orden de Caballeros que profesaban la milicia. Todos ellos eran hijos de caballeros y señoras, por no admitirse entre ellos gentes de baja estofa. Tenían sus templos, sus prelados y mayores a quienes obedecía, y se regían por sus ordenaciones. No cabe duda la correlación existente entre los caballeros mejicanos con los Templarios, y con otras órdenes militares, cristianas o no.

Juan de la Varende, historiador de Normandía hace decir a uno de sus personajes, que los templarios extraían el metal de las minas de Méjico.

En el tímpano de la Iglesia templaria de Veçelay, en Borgoña, de mediados del siglo XII se ve a un hombre, a una mujer y a un niño provistos de orejas desmesuradas. El hombre vestido con plumas, al estilo de los guerreros mejicanos y un casco vikingo. La mujer de torso desnudo, luce una larga falda. Es conocida la costumbre entre los Incas de estirarse las orejas, y si bien se trataba de un vikingo, su casco así lo denunciaba, era un vikingo indianizado.

Otra prueba que podemos aducir de que los Templarios conocían lo que hoy llamamos América, es un sello de la Orden, descubierto en los Archivos Nacionales de Francia, estampado en un documento donde se lee: Secretum Templi, Secreto del Temple. En el centro se ve un personaje que solo puede ser un amerindio, vestido con un simple taparrabo, con tocado de plumas, semejante a los que usaban los indígenas de América del Norte, Méjico y Brasil.

La Varende dice la verdad, al menos en un punto: los templarios conocían la existencia del Nuevo Mundo. Este era su secreto, tan importante, que para guardarlo y explotarlo la Orden había creado una jerarquía superior a la del Gran Maestre. Los signos que hemos encontrado, nos dicen que conocían un pueblo diferente al nuestro, que América, aunque sin este nombre, no era desconocida para los templarios. Si en la Orden tenían secretos que no han podido ser desvelados, este quizás fuera en el que mayor interés tenían que no fuera conocido y aunque no el único, ya que toda sus actividades están llenas de signos cabalísticos, construcciones esotéricas y localizaciones misteriosas de sus casas y encomiendas, si el más importante ya que de él obtenían el mayor poder, las riquezas que les proporcionaba toda la fuerza de que llegaron a disponer en el poco tiempo que vivió la Orden.

No cabe duda de que los pueblos mexicanos en el siglo X, ya trabajaban los metales, si bien de forma rudimentaria, conocían el oro la plata, el cobre y algunas aleaciones desconocidas en Europa. En la época del antiguo imperio Azteca, no utilizaban la plata que extraían de sus minas, salvo para algún que otro adorno, sin otro valor que el ornamental. Entonces la plata sobrante y quizás lago de oro, tomaba el camino del Atlántico. Los vikingos explotaban minas especialmente de plata en el noroeste brasileño, aunque prefirieron el hierro y estaño para sus armas y herramientas, exportando la plata por su puerto de Parnaiba. ¿Hacia dónde y cómo? Este problema también tenemos que planteárnoslo al tratar de los incas. Lo cierto es que estos metales preciosos los transformaban en lingotes.

¿Porqué esta transformación? La única respuesta lógica porque habían de comerciarlos en unidades constantes fáciles de contar y transportar. La plata partía del puerto de Santos, en este caso con destino desconocido. Los vikingos de Tiahuanaco enviaban a Santos y a Pasrnaiba durante los siglos XII y XIII, una gran parte de la plata extraída de la sierra de la Plata del Piani y de la Upa-Assin. Esta plata se perdía en el Atlántico; los templarios conocían la existencia de América y poseían un puerto en el Atlántico, La Rochelle e inundaban la Europa occidental con una moneda de plata cuyo origen siempre permaneció en el secreto, pero que la tradición popular situaba más allá del océano. Se impone una conclusión: El Temple importaba la plata de América.

Abundando en la tesis de que los Templarios estuvieron en América antes de Colón, y así se ha comprobado por numerosos textos; en alguno de ellos se habla de personas con cara de dios, el cronista Muñoz Camargo, llama Templarios a los sacerdotes mexicanos y Eugene Beauvois, en su obra los Templarios del antiguo México dice, que uno de ellos estaba consagrado al dios Tezcatlipoca, y recibía el nombre de Casa del Señor Terrestre y sus adeptos el de tecpantlacas, que según el autor ya citado no eran otra cosa que miembros de la Orden de los Pobres Hermanos de Armas de Cristo y del Templo de Salomón o más conocida Orden del Temple o Caballeros Templarios.

Los tecpantlacas llegaron a México a finales del siglo XIII - 1272-1294. Quizás no fueron los únicos y se produjo más de una oleada de inmigración. Francisco de San Antón Muñoz Chimalpahin, escribió a principios del siglo XVII la historia de su pueblo y nos dice que los tecpantlacas, después de abandonar Europa cruzaron la gran mar y alcanzaron tierra firme en un punto en que desemboca un gran río –golfo de San Lorenzo y el río del mismo nombre-, desde allí salieron de nuevo a la mar recorriendo lugares imposibles de identificar y en 1299, se establecieron a orillas del lago Chalco. Se señala el año 1276 como fecha de otra llegada a México de caballeros de la Orden.

Si bien se ha tratado de la presencia de los Templarios en América hemos de respondernos a una pregunta que todavía no ha sido suficientemente aclarada ¿Dónde se dirigieron los barcos que en 1307 escaparon de Francia, desde el puerto de La Rochelle, presuntamente cargados con los tesoros de la Orden -ya otra vez, en 1291, tuvieron que sacar sus tesoros al perder Acre, embarcándolos hacia destino más seguro?-. La respuesta no deja de mirar a México. Cuando el Papa Clemente V y el Rey de Francia Felipe IV, el Hermoso, pusieron en peligro la existencia de la Orden, los Templarios forzosamente hubieron de pensar en asegurarse una base de repliegue segura. Hubo hombres que embarcaron en Francia y no se sabe a donde fueron, pero hombres que desembarcaron en México y no se sabe de donde provenían.

Si los archivos del Temple se cargaron en la Rochelle puede que su destino fuera Chalco, donde encontraron refugio. Quizás pensaron establecerse definitivamente en aquellas tierras, cuando en Occidente les negaron el pan y el agua, y con confesiones más o menos manejadas les hicieron desaparecer o integrarse en otras órdenes militares. Puede que también se dijeran que todo pasaría y mientras tanto en aquellas lejanas tierras encontrarían el descanso que sin duda deseaban. Pero no fue así, aislados al otro lado del Océano no acudieron nuevos reclutas que llenaran el vacío que la muerte dejaba entre ellos sus Caballeros y Capellanes eran solteros. Los emigrantes casados no se llevaron sus mujeres pensando en la provisionalidad de su estancia, entonces unos y otros desaparecieron sin dejar más huellas humanas que algunos mestizos. La Orden en América desapareció para siempre, pero símbolos templarios perduraron en aquellas tierras y los descubridores y conquistadores españoles encontraron datos fehacientes de una civilización que les había precedido. Cortés oyó de Moctezuma como sus antepasados, los hombres blancos, habían civilizado a Méjico. Tampoco Pizarro dejó de asombrarse: los incas eran blancos o rubios y que tanto unos como otros, alzaban en sus monumentos y en algunos de sus edificios el símbolo por excelencia de la Redención, la Cruz.

Después de la Cruz esotérica de la Orden del Temple, la Tau, y de la Cruz mágica de Caravaca, los templarios otorgaban especial importancia a la cruz de ocho puntas, denominada heráldicamente “cruz de las ocho beatitudes o de las bienaventuranzas”. La cruz de ocho puntas se ha hallado en numerosos lugares de Méjico y Perú y es evidente que no puede deberse su presencia a los vikingos que desembarcaron en el siglo X en el golfo de Méjico, más cuando en aquella época Escandinavia era todavía pagana.

La cruz de San Juan, que también se ha encontrado en aquellos lugares, es exactamente la misma que figura en el sello del Gran Maestre Secreto de la Orden, de la que hablamos al principio, es la cruz auténtica de los Templarios. En aquellas tierras se pueden encontrar cruces lineales, que pueden que no tengan otro significado que simples figuras geométricas, pero así mismo se encuentran cruces paté, algunas de las cuales por lo menos –cruces de Malta o de San Juan- se vinculan exclusivamente con la tradición monástica de Europa, y en particular con la del Temple. Además de en Méjico, se encuentran en América del Sur, Paraguay, donde los vikingos poseían una plaza fuerte que protegía el camino del Atlántico y donde habían instalado una fundición de metales preciosos. Estas cruces, asociadas con otros signos, no podían provenir más que de los hermanos del Temple: sello de Salomón, insignia de los artesanos afiliados a la Orden, el triple recinto de Colombia y Perú, que aparecen en todas partes por donde pasaron los templarios, completan un cuadro que nos aseguran que estuvieron allí.

Las estatuas de Tezcatlipoca llevaban en la mano un objeto al que llamaban irlachiayan, que se trata sin duda de una imitación de ostensorio. F. de Mely nos dice que el ostensorio es el atributo de Santa Clara, de San Norberto y de San Bernardo, cuyo papel en la fundación del temple fue decisiva, revela la similitud con las procesiones del Corpus-Cristi que se celebraban en países católicos de occidente. La semejanza entre el irlachiayan mexicano y el ostensorio de las ceremonias católicas podría ser una coincidencia si se diese en otro contexto, pero el hecho de que no existiera más que en los templos de tezcatlipoca, atendidos por los tecpantlacas, templos que en muchos puntos tenían una disposición idéntica a la de las iglesias romanas, dan fundamentos a nuestra exposición y si se piensa que otros objetos litúrgicos vienen a completar un cuadro tan evocador, puede afirmarse con fundamentos, que los Templarios y Orden de los Caballeros de Cristo estuvieron en América antes que llegara Colón, aunque su estancia en aquellos lugares no tuviera la trascendencia que el arribo de las carabelas españolas en 1492.

El tesoro de los templarios ?

Pero, ¿sabías que existe una teoría que habla de que El Santo Grial se encontraría en América y que había sido traído por los Templarios antes de la llegada de Colón?

Sabías que los nazis conocían esta historia y que incluso, buscaron esta codiciada reliquia en Latinoamérica? Desde México hasta la Patagonia, vamos tras la pista de los Templarios y su legendario tesoro.

MUCHO MAS QUE INDICIOS…

Colón hizo su primer viaje siguiendo el Atlas Catalán de 1375.

“Esta claro que ni los Reyes, ni Colón, ni mucho menos los Pinzones esperaban llegar a las Indias, esperaban hacerlo a una tierra habitada por “salvajes” con los que se podía negociar oro, perlas y piedras preciosas a cambio de bagatelas, por eso llenan las naves de bagatelas e independientemente de la pérdida de la nao pensaban dejar una guarnición fija hasta la siguiente expedición, si no, no se explica que lleven simientes para sembrar”.

Una reciente investigación de José Antonio Hurtado defiende la idea de que una flota mallorquina llegó hasta América unos 150 años antes que Colón, siguiendo la llamada “Ruta T y D”. Esa visita americana por parte de mallorquines tenía fines comerciales y supuestamente parecen haber indicios de que es la misma ruta que había usado nada más y nada menos que los miembros de la Orden del Templo -mejor conocidos como Templarios-.

En el siglo XIV marineros mallorquines encontraron una ruta hacia América que fue plasmada en un mapa; dicha ruta fue conocida y seguida 150 años después por Cristóbal Colón violando un tratado con Portugal, y contando para ello con la complicidad de los Reyes Católicos; los datos del Diario fueron falsificados por la familia Colón, con el fin de atribuirle la gloria de un descubrimiento que le correspondía a los Hermanos Pinzón, y por los servicios secretos de los Católicos, para evitar que se supiera que se había violado el tratado de Alcaçovas-Toledo.

TyD son iniciales también de Templum Domine, la casa templaria de Jerusalen y su signo aparece asociado a lugares templarios- aunque sí encuentra un hilo conductor entre Colón, los Reyes Católicos, Canarias y América: la orden franciscana.

El punto de llegada de la ruta TyD, rico desde el punto de vista comercial, era originalmente el Yucatán, una zona con la que nunca se pudo encontrar Colón.

Cada vez son más los expertos que opinan que la flota templaria alcanzó América y estableció una ruta comercial secreta que posteriormente les pudo servir para escapar cuando la orden fue perseguida en el año 1307. Algunos grabados con simbología templaria descubiertos en la costa estadounidense de Maine, o en diversos enclaves de Centro y Sudamérica, lo sugieren, así como representaciones de amerindios en monumentos templarios europeos.

Tras la disolución de la Orden del Temple, los templarios españoles ingresaron en masa en la Orden de Calatrava, y parece seguro que fue en el convento de dicha orden donde Cristóbal Colón, que se alojó allí, halló los elementos que le dieron la certeza en cuanto a la existencia de las Indias Occidentales. En Portugal fue creada especialmente para los templarios supervivientes la Orden de Cristo, que usaba la cruz templaría, la cruz de gules pateada. Cuando los portugueses de Enrique el Navegante se lanzaron al descubrimiento de los océanos pareciendo saber exactamente a donde iban, sus velas debían llevar obligatoria mente la cruz roja de la Orden del Temple. Los marinos portugueses tenían prohibido navegar más allá de Cabo Mogador sino portaban dicho pabellón. Cruz, que por otra parte, también se hallaba en las tres embarcaciones colombinas. Precisamente en el país vecino estuvo el almirante genovés, no sólo para encontrar financiación para su empresa, sino con el fin de estudiar las cartas marítimas que guardaba la Orden de Cristo y que se consideraban las más competas del mundo.

La flota con el cruz roja en las velas y la bandera del cráneo y los huesos cruzados encima de fondo negro.

Por otra parte, el Temple poseía una flota propia y contaba con puertos que miraban no solo al Mediterráneo sino también al Atlántico. Destacamos la enigmática encomienda francesa de La Rochelle, en la que el Temple disponía de un puerto muy importante cuya ubicación, apartada de las rutas usuales, no estaba justificada en modo alguno. Este puerto se hallaba fuertemente protegido por unas cuarenta encomiendas en un radio de ciento cincuenta kilómetros y su importancia podría ser enorme de ser cierta la confesión de un templario que expondremos en la leyenda siguiente. Por su parte, los conquistadores españoles se encontraron en la península de Yucatán una leyenda que narraba que unos hombres blancos llegaron a sus costas en grandes barcos. Y estos altos y hermosos hombres, que vestían extrañas vestimentas, fueron generosos y legaron a las gentes mayas grandes conocimientos.

Una de las cosas que más asombró a los religiosos que acompañaron a Colón, fue que los indios no se extrañaban al ver la cruz ni al contemplar a los caballeros armados. Es más, incluso parecía que los estaban esperando.

Algunas de sus tradiciones hablaban de que “llegará un día en el que vendrán por mar grandes hombres, vestidos de metal, que cambiarán nuestras vidas para bien“. También los mayas adoraban a Kukulkán, un dios “blanco y barbado“ y a una cruz, en la cual murió “un hombre de luz que vivirá eternamente“.

¿Pudieron ellos solos alimentar esta idea, tan cercana al cristianismo?

Después de la publica desaparecion del Orden de los Templarios sus tradiciones siguieron vigentes en otras ordenes militar-religiosas, como la Orden de Calatrava que utilizaron como logo la cruz de Calatrava cual también era usado como logo por la Orden de Predicadores (Ordo Praedicatorum, O.P.), conocidos popularmente como Dominicos y Orden Dominicana. Es una orden mendicante fundada por Santo Domingo de Guzmán en Toulouse, Francia. Su hábito es blanco con una túnica, escapulario, capucha y una capa de color negro.

El orden de los Dominicanos

Hacia 1206 Santo Domingo tuvo la idea de organizar un grupo que fuera a predicar en tierras de herejes, buscando su conversión. Dicho grupo debía vivir pobremente sin criados ni posesiones.

El Papa aprobó la idea, pero la experiencia no tuvo éxito inmediato, por lo que los gobiernos civil y eclesiástico optaron por utilizar la fuerza, llevando a cabo una guerra contra estos grupos heréticos.

Así se encargaron de la muy cruel y violenta tarea de la evangelización de América donde los Dominicos también intervinieron en la propagación de prácticas y devociones que aún hoy están presentes entre la población católica, como la devoción a la Virgen María a través del rezo del rosario.

Su trabajo allí fue muy importante y en los anales de la historia se tiene en especial consideración a Fray Bartolomé de las Casas.

COMO LLEGARON …

PRIMEROS VESTIGIOS DE TEMPLARIOS EN EL RIO DE LA PLATA

El especialista D. Fernando Arroyo Durán sobre el Tema de las llegadas Templarias a nuestro continente Sudamericano…

No cabe la menor duda que el Temple viajó al continente americano antes de su descubrimiento oficial en 1492, y como bien dice tras la disolución lo hizo de forma más que planificada. Las expediciones a ultramar partieron especialmente desde los puertos atlánticos de La Rochelle (Francia) y Noya (Galicia, España), al objeto fundamentalmente de abastecerse de plata, en especial de los yacimientos argentíferos de México y Perú. Cabe pensar, que en futuras expediciones llegasen por tierra más al sur, pero en modo alguno puede pensarse en desembarcos, por lo que explicaré más adelante. Por otro lado, existen pruebas más que concluyentes que tras la orden de arresto partieron navíos templarios hacia América desde Escocia y desde las provincias templarias de la península Ibérica, previa escala en las islas Canarias. Únicamente desde este último lugar indicado cabría la remota posibilidad de una llegada a las costas patagónicas. - Sinclair y otros historiadores británicos que han estudiado la vía escocesa, sostienen que los navíos templarios que partieron de Escocia sólo cabe pensar que pudieron haber llegado a las costas de Norteamérica, concretamente a algún lugar situado entre Terranova y Massachussetts, donde por cierto existen algunas evidencias. Es precisamente en estas zonas donde tiempo después arribaron los colonizadores ingleses, pues no cabe pensar en una desviación hacia el sur de tanta magnitud como para permitir una llegada a Patagonia. La distancia sería tal que haría absurda e imposible una travesía semejante.

La parte más sur a la que habrían podido llegar es a la zona del Caribe, pues como sostiene el oceanógrafo Tomás Doreste, “el viaje al continente americano era sumamente sencillo (con reservas). Bastaba dejarse llevar por las corrientes marítimas y por los vientos. Y una vez en América, no resultaba complicado el viaje de vuelta. El "Gulf Stream” conducía los barcos hacia las costas de Europa, de tal manera que la travesía no ofrecía (en teoría) apenas riesgos". Esta es la razón por la que Colón, en base a la cartografía templaria a la que tuvo acceso en Portugal, Valencia y La Rochelle, llegó a las costas de la actual isla de Santo Domingo.

A este respecto, indicar que bajo el patrocinio del príncipe Henry Sinclair, integrante de una familia escocesa profundamente ligada a la Orden del Temple, los hermanos Nicolo y Antonio Zeno habrían alcanzado las costas americanas en 1392. Esto está más que probado en una carta autógrafa fechada en 1458 y escrita por Nicolo Zeno “el Joven”, cuyo original se guarda en el archivo del duque de Portland, y en la que éste describe a su hermano Antonio con todo lujo de detalles, las ciudades y las características de los pueblos que habitaban la actual zona de Veracruz en 1392, fecha del segundo viaje a América de los hermanos venecianos.

Esta información, publicada en España en 1993, sin duda avala las tesis de Doreste. Previamente, en 1374, ya habrían realizado una primera incursión que alcanzó la actual zona de Massachussetts, que sería el lugar al que llegarían los templarios en fuga de Escocia; al mando del comendador del Ballantrodoch.

Otra documento muy revelador que he podido personalmente comprobar, es una carta manuscrita de Cristóbal Colón, que publicara su hijo Fernando Colón, y en la que el almirante escribe textualmente: “Junto a la Geografía de Ptolomeo tengo el informe de Zeno” Ante esto, cabe preguntarse ¿cómo llegó este informe a manos de Colón antes de que descubriese América?

Conclusión: En vista de estas pruebas documentales y otras más que actualmente estamos estudiando, la única posibilidad de que el Temple hubiese alcanzado los territorios patagónicos es a través de los contingentes llegados desde Canarias, y siempre por medio de expediciones terrestres a través de Perú, Bolivia, etc. Ello desde luego no descarta la creación de enclaves portuarios de seguridad en las costas de dicho territorio del sur de Argentina, aunque nos inclinamos más a pensar que si hubo establecimientos más o menos estables fueron más bien por la zona del Río de la Plata. Una de las claves principales de todo ello se encuentra sin duda en el navegante normando Jean IV de Bethencourt, conquistador de Canarias al servicio de la Corona de Castilla, figura sobre la que nos hallamos investigando actualmente. Otra línea importante de investigación, sin duda es la que han abierto recientemente desde Delphos en torno a la Orden de Calatrava y su influencia en el antiguo Virreynato del Perú.

Efectivamente las singladuras templarias hacían escala en las Islas Canarias. Esto se debía a que desde el litoral atlántico europeo debían tomar rumbo Sud pegados al continente africano haciendo escalas en Canarias y en las Islas de Cabo Verde, y recién a la altura de la latitud 10° Norte, aproximadamente, hacián rumbo Oeste para acercarse a las costas americanas. De este modo evitaban la Corriente del Golfo, en dirección NE contraria a su destino, y el Mar de los Sargazos, frente al Caribe.

Una vez frente a la actual Venezuela hacían nuevamente rumbo Sud aprovechando la Corriente Cálida del Brasil que los ayudaba a bajar hacia el Sud costeando el litoral sudamericano hasta la latitud 35° Sud, frente al estuario del Rio de la Plata. Recordemos que el nombre de Rio de la Plata se debió a que las barcazas Templarias que bajaban desde la zona de Cerro Corá, Paraguay (Fundiciones Templarias) , siguiendo el río Paraná (que en guaraní significa “hacia el agua grande” hasta el Rio de la Plata, debían allí trasbordar su carga a los buques templarios que llevarían los lingotes de Plata (Argentum) hasta La Rochelle. Por eso los indígenas de la zona hablaban de la presencia de Plata, pues efectivamente la veían, cuando en realidad esta procedía desdeel yacimiento del Cerro Rico, en Potosí, Bolivia.

Luego de la latitud 35° Sud la navegación se hacía proxima a la costa hasta penetrar en la Bahía Sin Fondo (actual Golfo de San Matías) pues en ese tramo la corriente se hacía contraria por la Corriente Fría de las Malvinas que lleva rumbo Norte. Allí en el Golfo San Matías se encontraba el Puerto Templario sobre una “insula costera” que figuran en en nuestro poder con los de Martín de Moussy (francés y probable masón) y Cruz Cano (español). (Estas cartas se enviarán por este mismo medio a quién lo solicite expresamente). A su regreso, el cruce del Atlántico se hacía más al sud aprovechando siempre la corriente que cruza hacia el Africa y luego tomar rumbo Norte, pegado a las costas africanas hasta volver al litoral atlántico europeo. Esta misma ruta la siguieron luego Colón,Gaboto, Vespucio, Magallanes , Sarmiento de Gamboa, etc. y también todos los Corsarios Ingleses como Francis Drake, Thomas Candish, Narborough, etc. (también los Holandeses y los Franceses). La llegada por tierra a la Patagonia desde Perú era prácticamente imposible por las dificultades y penurias del viaje. Esto hizo que fracasaran las expediciones de Juan de Garay, que solo llegó desde Buenos Aires hasta Tandil, y las tres expediciones de Hernando Arias de Saavedra (Hernandarias) que en la última alcanzó el Rio Negro a la altura de Choele Choel y regresó sin alcanzar su destino de la Bahía Sin Fondo donde de acuerdo a informes dados por Juan de Garay estaría una de las Ciudades de los Césares.

Esta Ciudad sería justamente el Fuerte Templario objeto de nuestras expediciones.

Justamente, como bien lo remarca D. Fernando Arroyo Durán, quisiéramos averiguar de dónde obtuvo esa información J. de Garay , y como habría pertenecido a la Orden de Calatrava, lo mismo que casi todos los Virreyes del Perú, y como esa Orden habría estado muy vinculada a los Templarios, según nos confirman varios investigadores europeos, puede ser que Juan de Garay obtuviera ese dato de Archivos Templarios.

RESTOS TEMPLARIOS EN LA PATAGONIA…

DESCUBREN RASTROS DE LOS MÍTICOS CABALLEROS MEDIEVALES EN LA COSTA PATAGÓNICA..

Los templarios habrían vivido en Río Negro…

Un grupo privado de investigadores halló objetos relacionados con la desparecida orden religiosa en un fuerte construido 600 años atrás en el golfo San Matías.

De confirmarse su origen probaría que hubo europeos en América antes de la llegada de Cristóbal Colón. El fuerte era uno de los tres asentamientos secretos de estos monjes guerreros en la costa argentina. Se sospecha que, en su huida de la Inquisición, también trajeron el Santo Grial, cáliz sagrado en el que José de Arimatea recogió la sangre de Jesús tras su crucifixión.

Una hipótesis fundamentada El artífice de la hipótesis que asegura que los templarios llegaron a América antes que Colón se llamó Jacques de Mahieu, un investigador francés que vivió en la Argentina y fundó el Instituto de Ciencia del Hombre de Buenos Aires.

Según Mahieu, los templarios estaban capacitados para llegar a América gracias a la gran flota naval que poseían en el mar Mediterráneo, que rivalizaba con la veneciana y con la que habían logrado el monopolio de los transportes entre Europa y Oriente Medio.

La Orden poseía importantes puertos, no sólo en el Mediterráneo sino también sobre el Atlántico, como el de La Rochelle, desde el que se cree que podrían haber partido las naves que llegaron a las costas patagónicas hace más de seiscientos años.

Otro argumento que utiliza Mahieu para defender su teoría era el inmenso acopio de monedas de plata que los templarios hicieron durante los siglos XII y XIII para construir más de 150 iglesias góticas, ochenta de las cuales fueron catedrales.

Según el historiador francés, la plata era un mineral imposible de conseguir en tales cantidades en Europa, por lo que dedujo que el mismo podía ser traído desde América, en donde abundaba.

En el cerro “El Fuerte” situado a 40 km. de la ciudad de San Antonio Oeste, se encontraron dos objetos que podrían pertenecer a los templarios: un tótem de medio metro de altura que representa el Árbol de la Vida y un bloque de piedra con una cruz en bajorrelieve.

Hombres con cruces rojas inspirados en voces divinas, manos que empuñan aceros en forma de espada; salmos y estandartes; monjes y caballeros. Vienen del mar, montados en barcos de enormes velas blancas; huyen de hogueras, martirios e injusticias; llegan a playas remotas, que aún no han sido imaginadas por reyes y papas. Traen sus secretos, listos para morir con ellos.

La historia oficial cuenta que Cristóbal Colón con sus tres carabelas descubrió América en octubre de 1492. Sin embargo, existe una teoría que asegura que Don Cristóbal no fue el primero, que antes de él hubo otros. ¿Otros? Según Jacques de Mahieu los primeros europeos en llegar al continente americano fueron los templarios, mítica orden de monjes-guerreros creada en el año 1118 y perseguida por la Inquisición en los comienzos del siglo XVI.

Esta hipótesis, para muchos descabellada, parece haber encontrado su primera base real y científica en un descubrimiento arqueológico hecho recientemente en Río Negro por un grupo de investigadores argentinos llamado Delphos.

Este equipo halló, en un sitio costero cercano a la ciudad de San Antonio Oeste, un tótem de medio metro de altura y un enorme bloque de piedra tallado con una cruz cristiana, símbolos que habrían pertenecido a miembros de la orden templaria y que tendrían seiscientos años de antigüedad.

“Trabajamos sobre la hipótesis de que en la zona patagónica habrían existido poblaciones habitadas por caballeros de la Orden del Temple”, señala el ingeniero Fernando Fluguerto Martí, quien encabezó el grupo que halló ambos objetos en los alrededores de un lugar conocido como El Fuerte, una meseta de 150 metros de altura ubicada sobre el mar, en la zona del actual golfo San Matías. Según Martí, en este sitio los templarios habrían construido un fuerte que ocuparían durante varios siglos antes de abandonarlo tras la llegada de los españoles.

“Los pobladores de la zona dicen que la meseta se llama así precisamente porque alguna vez allí existió un fuerte”, dice Fluguerto Martí.

De fuertes y mapas

El fuerte del que habla Martí no figura en ningún mapa español. Sin embargo, una carta geográfica realizada en 1865 por el francés Juan Antonio Víctor Martín de Moussy -que había sido contratado por el gobierno de Justo José de Urquiza-, ubica en la zona del golfo un punto al que denomina como Viejo Fuerte abandonado (Ancien Fort abandoneé, en francés).

“Además del mapa de Moussy, hay otros nueve planos hechos por ingleses y franceses, en donde figura la fortificación, lo que deja en claro que realmente existió”, informa el ingeniero Martí.

Ahora bien, ¿por qué no figura el fuerte en los mapas españoles? “Los trabajos de los españoles necesitaban casi siempre la autorización de la Iglesia, la misma que acabó con la existencia de los templarios en Europa en el siglo XIV, durante la Inquisición”, relata el investigador, tratando de dar una explicación al olvido hispano. De los objetos hallados por el grupo Delphos, hay uno que no deja dudas acerca de su vinculación con la Orden del Temple.

“El pequeño tótem que encontramos es una figura de tres partes llamada el árbol de la vida, que representa los tres niveles de la existencia (espiritual, humana y demoníaca) y que era uno de los símbolos más usado por los templarios”, afirma Fluguerto Martí.

El ingeniero llegó por primera vez a la zona del golfo San Matías en diciembre de 1997, tras interpretar un viejo texto de autor anónimo titulado El alto libro del Grial, en el que se detalla el extraño viaje de un navegante medieval desde las costas de Gales hasta unas tierras desconocidas.

“De la lectura del relato deduje que el sitio al que podía haber llegado aquel barco estaba ubicado en alguna parte de las costas patagónicas. A partir de esta hipótesis empecé a buscar un lugar que geográficamente concordara con la narración y fue así que me encontré con El Fuerte”, dice.

El tótem que representa el Árbol de la Vida, uno de los objetos hallados en Río Negro que se adjudican a los Caballeros de la Orden del Temple.

Ciudades secretas

En los comienzos del siglo XIV, a doscientos años de su creación, los templarios se habían convertido en la orden militar más poderosa de toda Europa, al punto de tener acorraladas económicamente a varias de las más importantes monarquías, a las que había hecho varios préstamos de dinero.

Fue por ello, entre otras cosas, que el rey francés Felipe IV decidió acabar con el grupo, ayudado por el papa Clemente V. Entre ambos persiguieron a los templarios, los condenaron por blasfemos y terminaron disolviendo la orden en 1312, en el Concilio de Vienne.

Ante esta persecución, según Fluguerto Martí y el grupo Delphos, varios caballeros utilizaron la poderosa flota que poseía la Orden para huir con rumbo oeste, hacia las costas americanas, donde no podían ser alcanzados por el papa Clemente ni por el rey Felipe.

“La flota partió del puerto francés de La Rochelle, que queda sobre el Atlántico, y habría llegado al sur del continente, en donde se habrían levantado tres ciudades fortificadas: una en las costas del Chubut, otra en el golfo San Matías y otra sobre el Pacífico, en la zona de Osorno, Chile”, asegura Fluguerto Martí.

Estas tres ciudades serían la que en la mitología americana se conocen como las ciudades de los césares, las míticas poblaciones a las que hacían referencia los indígenas, cuando los españoles arribaron para la conquista del Nuevo Mundo.

“Nunca se pudo saber si eran o no ciertas aquellas leyendas sobre las ciudades de los césares, fundamentalmente por la inexactitud de los datos que aportaban los indios a los primeros conquistadores. Yo creo que esa inexactitud no era casual, sino que estaba relacionada con un pacto que habían realizado los aborígenes y los integrantes de la orden, que no querían entablar contacto con los conquistadores”, explica el investigador.

Para sostener esa idea, Fluguerto Martí indica que “inclusive, estas tres ciudades fueron abandonadas voluntaria y organizadamente a la llegada de los españoles. Tal vez por eso poco y nada se sabe de ellas, más allá de las leyendas”. Mapas que muestran fuertes abandonados, hombres de cruces rojas en ciudades fantasmas, voces que susurran desde la sombra del tiempo, más allá de las versiones oficiales. La de Colón y sus tres carabelas.

¿El Santo Grial, en América?

La historia de los templarios se mezcla con una de las más conocidas y misteriosas leyendas de toda la historia: la del Santo Grial. Según los historiadores, los miembros de la Orden del Temple eran los encargados de custodiar el cáliz sagrado, el mismo en el que José de Arimatea recogió las gotas de sangre que manaban del cuerpo de Jesús tras bajarlo de la cruz.

El origen del Grial se remonta a la época de Abraham, bíblico patriarca que lo mandó hacer a un orfebre nacido en Babilonia. La copa, que por ese entonces se usaba para recoger la sangre de los carneros sacrificados, estaba fabricada en plata y oro, adornada por tres piedras preciosas. El cáliz fue pasando de hijos a nietos, hasta que en la época de la invasión babilónica a Jerusalén fue escondido en el Templo de Salomón. Tiempo después fue sacado del templo y llegó a manos de José de Arimatea, quien tras la muerte y resurrección de Jesús viajó al oeste de Inglaterra, llevando consigo el cáliz. Según Fernando Fluguerto Martí, el ingeniero que encabezó el grupo que realizó los hallazgos en Río Negro, “los descendientes de Arimatea tuvieron contacto con los templarios, que pueden haber llevado el Grial a América, cuando huyeron de la Inquisición”.

NUESTRAS CONCLUSIONES :

Ya hemos hablado de los templarios en la nota sobre la ISLA DE OAK y el pozo misterioso…solamente indicaremos claves para entender esta historia…

Los templarios cumplieron muchas funciones,no solo ser custodios de los viajeros a medio oriente y Tierra Santa,tambien tomaron contacto con sabios y representantes de las culturas y escuelas de misterios de la region,por ejemplo aprendieron cabala de los cabalistas y el Priorato de Sion y tuvieron relacion con los Hermanos de la pureza de Damcar o Damasco,que originaron la Fraternidad Rosacruz al enseñarles los misterios de la alquimia. Ademas de aprender sobre el sufismo y por si fuera poco contactaron con Hermandades Esenias y Gnosticas en Palestina.

Asi que no solamente se convirtieron en banqueros de los comerciantes y viajeros y prestamistas de los reyes y el papado al imponer y regular el sistema de cheques y pagares que aprendieron de los Judios…

Sino que llegaron a darse cuenta de la manipulacion a que la sociedad era sometida…desde que el cristianismo fue adoptado por Roma como religion oficial,ambos,politica y religion iniciaron un coito mutuo de mutuo provecho donde la religion incorporo aspectos rituales de otras practicas y regiones a cambio de apoyo de la religion oficial y de tributo comercial y obediencia politica al imperio..

Las cruzadas a medio oriente fueron sanqrientas y no hay duda que obedecieron a moviles reales secretos y desconocidos….quizas hacerse con el tesoro de tierra santa o hacer alguna alianza para conseguir un imperio global.

Con el tiempo el papado y el rey de Francia desconfiaron de la fortuna que amasaron y administraron los templarios…ya que el papado y nobleza no producia nada y vivia en opulencia y deuda creciente a diferencia del regimen templario de control y votos de humildad y moderacion que hacian que les alcanzaran y pudieran proyectar y crecer.

Ademas de la codicia y envidia,el papado y nobleza tenian miedo al contacto y aprendizaje que templarios tenian con sabios y referentes de medio oriente que podian influenciarlos y ponerlos de su lado o en realidad darse cuenta que la iglesia habia agiornado el culto original de los cristianos con aspectos politicos y de vasallaje psicologico para aletargar y castrar a las masas y convertirlos en siervos dociles y provechosos de la nobleza y el clero.ademas de que se dieran cuenta que ni judios ni arabes eran locos satanicos ni despreciables,sino que con errores y aciertos tambien cosas que se podian aprender de ellos y que encerraban partes de la tradicion universal que la iglesia habia recortado o alterado de la doctrina actual de sometimiento colectivo a diferencia del antiguo cristianismo que carecia de cardenales y liturgia en latin y abundaba en practicas misticas y estados de conciencia y practicas magicas de los gnosticos… De hecho de ser una religion de perdon y amor la doctrina paso a bendecir guerras y perseguir rebeldes llamandolos herejes y quemando libros y sus autores mediante la inquisicion…

Todo esto o sea el progreso economico y el avance intelectual y comprension del simbolismo esoterico,hizo que el papa y el rey los considerara enemigos peligrosos y temieran su discernimiento y codiciaran su tesoro…

Un viernes 13 los maestros templarios comandados por el Gran Maestre Jacques de Mollay son llamados a una reunion de nobles y clero donde son emboscados.traicionados y arrestados y la orden se prohibe y se confiscan sus bienes…

La inquisicion hizo el trabajo para el que fue convocado o sea quebrarlos y someterlos y declararlos culpables de herejia,conspiracion,idolatria…

Torturados,golpeados,exhibidos publicamente vejados…quemados como el caso de Mollay que en medio de llamas maldijo publicamente al rey y papa que festejaban sonriendo…y la maldicion se cumplio y ambos murieron en el curso de un año sin poder disfrutar de su traicion..

Ademas Mollay no murio en la hoguera y el detalle de esto lo conte en notas anteriores de tumblr y el libro El Segundo Mesias de Knight,lo cuenta y explica…

La orden templaria fue cerrada pero no destruida totalmente,ya que ambos,el papa y rey frances se llevaron una fatal sorpresa al allanar los cuarteles templarios para robarse sus libros sagrados y su tesoro de oro y plata y pagares y se llevaron la sorpresa de solo hallar las cuentas al dia y cantidades y bienes ridiculas que no saciaban la codicia del rey y el papa que originaron esta traicion de la iglesia que es considerada una de las tres negaciones de Pedro a Jesus…recuerdan la anecdota biblica de la triple negacion ? Serian la inquisicion y cruzadas ,la traicion y martirio a Templarios y la 3era el silencio y apoyo de la iglesia a Hitler….las 3 negaciones de Pedro…

Uno de los jovenes maestros templarios no concurrio a la emboscada y evacuo libros y material de la orden a un barrio de Paris que aun se llama Le Temple….en ese lugar se armaria la venganza templaria que saldria como la Francmasoneria que combatiria la nobleza y supersticion corrupta del clero trayendo la republica,la enciclopedia y el estado laico con el que la guillotina y la libertad intelectual terminaba con el sometimiento a nobles y el clero complice….

Otras partes de bienes y tesoro fue a puertos franceses y embarcado a Inglaterra por el maestre templario Sinclair cuya actividad desembocaria en la Masoneria Escocesa que envio barcos a Canada y Usa,como se conto en la nota del misterio de la isla de Oak…

Ya Piratas como Drake habian llegado a America como relatamos en la nota sobre la placa de laton de Drake hallada y reconocida por oficialmente por Usa…

Llegaron los templarios despues de la persecusion de su orden hasta SudAmerica ?

La verdad es que llegaron antes…

La riqueza de su tesoro y su ventaja provenian de que la ruta a America era un secreto oculto por Jesuitas y Benedictos,la famosa ruta de los templarios a Centro y Sud America para tomar contacto con los aborigenes y conocerlos y hasta instruirlos y llevar riquezas a España y Francia….

Los aborigenes Mayas,Incas y Aztecas dejaron constancia de los templarios en sus leyendas y hasta hicieron grabados en piedras y templos de extranjeros altos,rubio con barba y trajes metalicos,dibujaron caballos,que en America no habia y aun Aparecio en Europa el maiz en blasones y cenas de nobles hacia mediados de 1350 mas de cien años antes de lo Colon…no cierra no ?

Colon,muy enigmatico y de ascendencia judia,estudioso de los rumores de tierras extrañas y mapas misteriosos llega nadando a Portugal tras un naufragio y alli seduce a la hija de Toscaneli un cartografo y mantiene un romance con su hija,bastante fea por cierto y todo para hacerse con los mapas fenicios y turcos que Toscaneli tenia y ahi Colon acaricia la idea de llegar y descubrir esas tierras secretas en nombre del imperio portugues y luego del español y obtener provecho propio….

Portugal lo ignora y al presentarse ante los reyes sucede lo mismo…pero al reunirse con un monje que pertenecia a la cofradia que conocia la ruta secreta de los templarios y recibe de este unos mapas y precisiones con los que Colon puede convencer a los reyes apoyado por un ala de la iglesia..

Colon vino a America con un mapa catalan y una copia de segunda mano de los mapas de Piri reis,por eso sabia cuanto duraria el viaje.y en los papeles que Colon firma antes de zarpar se puede leer claro que habla de islas descubiertas no nombradas aun ni desembarcadas o sea no venian a explorar si habia islas,sino que venian a desembarcar…

La cruz de las carabelas templaria,y han hallado inscripciones templarias cerca del Amazonas y en rocas de Paraguay y la costa de Mexico y ademas de la llegada de templarios a la isla de Oak y a la Patagonia donde dejaron construcciones y habrian dejado reliquias …

Francis Bacon,rosacruz,anticipo que al sur de los Andes hallarian tesoro y manuscritos que influyeron sobre la historia en forma secreta…los libros y tesoro que el papa y rey frances buscaron en vano al allanar el cuartel templario ?

Y lo que nos dice que algo seguro hay es que ya en los escritos de Hermes hablan de una cadena montañosa al sur y que el antiguo testamento cita como nueva tierra prometida o refugio de Zion al triangulo del sur…

Y el zionismo de Herzel lanza el proyecto Andinia,de poblacion y establecimiento de una colonia Judeosionista en la patagonia,seguramente relacionado con secretos templarios…

Los templarios sabian lo del triangulo del sur y los zionistas sabian de los templarios como puede leerse en los escritos de Simon Wissienthal el cazador de nazis que relata sobre Colon y los templarios…

Justamente los nazis sabian de esto y en 1933…si leyeron bien,hicieron expediciones al sur y exploraron archipielagos y Antartida…de esos viajes cartografian la zona y de ahi naceria la idea nazi del refugio nazi en el sur…por ejemplo el misterio de la isla friendship chilena obedeceria a esta expedicion integrada por rosacruces alemanes…

Ademas la colonia aleman de bariloche en Rio Negro donde por ejemplo capturaron al nazi Eric Priebke esta cerca de los andes y en la patagonia…por algo los nazis se establecieron en esa zona y por algo Hitler hizo su campaña de Nueva Suavia enviando miles de civiles y militares en barcos y submarinos a la Antartida a su supuesto refugio que se adentra al mundo subterraneo y como sea el almirante Bird y la operacion high jump de los yanquis y el proyecto secreto argus incluyeron no solo invasiones militares,bajas y hasta el uso de armas atomicas como cohetes que eran para un supuesto estudio atmosferico y terminaron causando el agujero de ozono…como sea fue tan importante que se hizo en secreto y violaron soberania de Chile y Argentina haciendolo y justamente violando los gringos tratados que decian que la Antartida no podia haber operaciones belicas y sobretodo uso de armas atomicas….

Pero en la decada del 50 se seguian detectando osnis o extrañas naves submarinas en el mar austral y el golfo san jorge,se llego a perseguir y cercar las naves y las autoridades preguntaron a Rusia y Usa por los submarinos y ambos exigieron que hundan las naves porque no eran suyas…

Y se las ataco y escaparon…hay relatos de extraños submarinos negros nada parecidos a los clasicos u alemanes vistos navegando a ras de superficie hacia costas de Brasil y Patagonia y Uruguay adonde habrian llevado insumos y personal a colonias alemanas locales de la zona pero siempre de noche y de baja visibilidad o niebla marina…

Se han capturado submarinos frente al rio de la plata y se sabe que cientos de millones en lingotes de oro fueron enviados junto a jovenes y niños arios mejorados geneticamente al Brasil,a Uruguay y la Patagonia como consta en los archivos de odessa…

Evidentemente hay algun plan oculto y global para la historia pues el nacimiento de Usa como nacion es el resultado claro de la influencia Templaria y sobretodo masonica en el billete del dolar y el simbolismo yanqui,las 13 colonias,washington,lafayette,franklin y los presidentes masonicos como Lincoln y Roosevelt y la pelicula Disney El tesoro Perdido donde sin tapujos Usa muestra su orgullo de su ascendencia masonica y admira ese secreto…todo cierra…

Respecto al sur….los presidentes de Chile y Argentina son masones,en especial Cristina Kirchner hija de judia zionista los puestos claves de su gabinete son ocupados por zionistas como Kicillof,Capitanich y Alperovich…y que ha ayudado mas que nadie al establecimiento de la colonia zionista de Herzl en la patagonia,de hecho no es casual que en un momento dificil economico internacional llegue a ser presidente una judia zionista y que ayude a realizar el plan del refugio de la elite zionista de Herzl siendo ella misma de la Patagonia..

Todo esto no puede ser casual y los mismos aborigenes no se resistieron al ver a los españoles pues sus leyendas decian que sus dioses-instructores volverian con barba y armaduras….pero esta vez no seria como Viracocha o Kukulkan o Quetzalcoatl o como los Templarios,esta vez vendria el genocidio y la rapiña…

Quizas por eso los templarios volvieron a America y se ocultaron en esta tierra contribuyendo a su resurgir y esperar el momento adecuado donde el tesoro de los templarios pueda salir a la luz…no monedas de oro,sino una enseñanza esoterica y espiritual que podria cambiar al mundo,cuando los hombres esten preparados para asimilar ese poderoso conocimiento que ha sido perseguido y ocultado de los censores y hombres de negro que creen que la humanidad no esta preparada y el sistema debe seguir como esta,donde la gran masa sirve a la pequeña elite,algo similar a la edad media y que causo la revolucion y rebelion templaria..

No tengo dudas que la curiosidad por lo templario no es casual….que esta cercano el momento que la orden resurja con su herencia espiritual y cimiente el progreso moral y alquimico que la America tan subdesarrollada debida a la clase politica vergonzosa que tiene y que Los Templarios asi como llegaron antes que Colon y vinieron a morir a este Nuevo continente en su hora oscura, impregnen en el futuro la atmosfera espiritual con sus ideales y enseñanzas y su tesoro y legado sea totalmente desenterrado,cosa que aunque sea timidamente,hemos empezado en esta modesta nota….

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NO SOY FAMOSO PERO TENGO ALGO DECIR  (47)

Mi VIDA Y SUS INFIERNOS

MI HERMANO EL  MISERABLE.   Yo sabia que era una misión imposible buscar su comprensión. De todos modos en mi confusión   me decidí por la heroica: le telefoneé a Carmiel  donde se había ido a vivir con su familia cuando regresó de

México. Había permanecido seis años en la capital azteca  donde, bancado por su suegro, se había recibido  de ingeniero.  En Israel, ni por las tapas, se hubiese recibido, teniendo en cuenta lo difícil que resultaba estudiar a determinada edad.

A Mi Hermano le expliqué que necesitaba urgente una cama, que me mandara algo de dinero como para salir de Madrid, y buscar algún trabajo en el interior de España. Él no me escuchó, no le interesaba  mi problema.  

Sin consultarme  me mandó un  pasaje de avión porque  quería que   los tres hermanos nos reuniéramos en una mesa familiar para las Pascuas—Pesaj, algo que no ocurría desde hacía más de un cuarto de siglo.

Yo no sabía que el farsante se había vuelto místico.

La noche del seder, Mi Hermano   se sentó  en la cabecera como un padre de familia y se puso a rezar. Sentí  asco.  Lo veía como a esos típicos cagadores que viven encomendándose a Dios.    

Yo le recordé que  le había firmado, sin preguntar,   los  papeles  que me envió a Mar del Plata para poder efectivizar lo mucho o poco que había dejado nuestro fallecido padre.  Me respondió que yo  había sido desheredado. Entonces: ¿por qué necesitó de mi firma? No me respondió

Mi  Hermano, el menor,  que se había venido a Israel poco tiempo después del ascenso de la Dictadura en la Argentina, no pinchaba ni cortaba: influía menos que   un espantapájaros. Creo que le tenía miedo al farsante  Y, a la vez,  era su cómplice en la reparto del bacalao.  

Para  lo único que me valió el viaje a Israel, fue para poner mi cuerpo en una cama.

Me quedé una semana  en Carmiel. Después visité a Lea, la prima de Mi Madre;  a los amigos de Arad, que se habían mudado a Ramat Gan;  al hermano menor de  Mi Mujer, que se había  casado con una católica  y emigrado; y  a Mi Prima,  la mayor,  que vivía en Jerusalém.

Cuando Mi Hermano, el farsante,  se iba a trabajar  Mi Cuñada, la colorada, me contaba de  lo infeliz que era   en su matrimonio. Terminó dándome  tanta pena que dejé de lado la bronca que le guardaba  desde aquella  vez que ella nos maltrató cuando la  fuimos a visitar a Tel Aviv, a pocos días de haber llegado al país.  

Mi Hermano y su mujer se separaron durante un tiempo en 1990. Él   se vino a

Mar del Plata a visitar a Nuestra Madre, que estaba residiendo en un geriátrico.

Mi Hermano y su mujer, antes del año, dieron marcha atrás y volvieron a juntarse. La tacañería de  Mi Hermano, había contagiado  a su mujer. Fui con ellos a pasear  a Tel Aviv. Al  mediodía entramos a un modesto patio de comidas. Mi Cuñada, después de mirar la cartilla del menú, pidió una sopa. Hasta acá todo normal menos cuando   vi que  madre e hijos (dos varones y una nena), compartían el mismo plato.

Ya que había venido a Israel para nada  al menos debía sacarle algún provecho. Como a Mi Hijo, el mediano, le gustaba el deporte, logré entrevistarme con un  

familiar lejano de Mi Padre, que  administraba  el renombrado  Instituto de Educación Física “Charles Orde Wingate.”    

La primera impresión que tuve de ella fue como verme ante la actriz estadounidense Jane Fonda (n. 1937),   en  su momento de mayor esplendor.  

El esposo de la Administradora era socio de la cooperativa de autotransporte  

Egued. Tenían dos hijos: una nena y un varón.

A la Administradora le pedí que le  facilitara el ingreso de Mi  Hijo  al Instituto. Los requisitos eran más que exigentes. Ella se comprometió  a darle una mano.  

En febrero de 1990 Mi Hijo, con la palanca que tenía  no  tuvo  ningún inconveniente en iniciar  el Profesorado de Educación Física.   Su entusiasmo fue enorme y exigua su   paciencia.

Mi Hijo, el mediano, abandonó Israel  cuando estalló la  guerra del Golfo. No soportó el olor a pólvora y mucho menos tener que  pasarse día entero metido en un refugio. Desde entonces deambula por el mundo buscando su destino. Lamentablemente dilapidó su buena cabeza: podía haber aspirado a mucho con solo proponérselo.

CARMIEL.  Fundado  en  1964. Está situada a cuarenta y cinco  kilómetros de Haifa.

RAMAT GAN. Fue fundado en 1921 como colonia comunitaria--- moshav centrada en la producción agrícola.  

EL FIN DE LA AVENTURA ESPAÑOLA. Regresé a Madrid dolido por haber fracasado miserablemente.  No estaba en mí seguir engañando a  Mi Familia.

Los pocos días que permanecí en la capital española me alquilé una habitación en un hotel de mala muerte  en la calle Montera,  a pocas cuadras de la más importante arteria madrileña: la Gran Vía, que fuera  inaugurada en 1924.  

MI HERMANO., el menor, llegó a Madrid, en escala rumbo a la Argentina.  Compartimos   el mismo hotel.

Se iba a quedar en  mi casa un año.  Además de querer ver a Nuestra Madre, iba a   poner su boca en orden: tenía todos los dientes podridos. Él  no tenía obra social y cualquier arreglo que se hiciera en Israel era una hipoteca.  

Yo no sabía si algún día volvería a Madrid. Pateé por  la Gran Vía de  punta a punta: desde la Fuente  Cibeles (diosa de la Madre Tierra) hasta la  Plaza España.  Después  me  detuve en la  plaza Tirso de Molina, viendo como jóvenes curraban, a la vista de todos,  con los adminículos  utilizados en el  consumo de la cocaína,  

También   caminé por  la calle Lavapiés, que  tristes recuerdos le traen  a la comunidad hebrea  memoriosa.

Volví al  Museo del Prado, para despedirme de LAS MENINAS esas criaturas principescas.

Cuando ya tenía fecha de regreso a la Argentina, tomé un tren y fui a visitar    Toledo, un lugar que me interesaba conocer porque estaba emparentado con la cultura hebrea en la Península.  

Quizá  por  no querer  escuchar  más mentiras, nunca  le pregunté a Mi Hermano  de dónde había sacado  la plata para semejante viaje, teniendo en cuenta que hacía  varios años que no trabajaba.  

Es un país donde proliferan los explotadores, los evasores  y los corruptos, no debía sorprenderme algunas de las  situaciones que se produjeron durante mi corta permanencia en España.

Yo estaba tomando  café en un boliche cercano al  Estadio Santiago Bernabéu del Real Madrid (fundado en 1902). De pronto un  grupo de jóvenes universitarios, escuchaban sonrientes las guarradas que decía ese escorpión del Opus Dei,  JOSÉ MARÍA RUIZ MATEOS, creador del  holding Rumasa (Ruiz Mateos Sociedad Anónima.)

El delincuente de guantes  blancos trataba de recuperar sus empresas  después que se las  expropiara   el gobierno socialista  español (PSOE) el 23 de febrero de 1983, cuando  iba camino a una quiebra fraudulenta.  

La intervención estatal  significó  un fuerte quebranto para el  erario.  El Gobierno se deshizo de Rumasa, a menos  de su valor.  

España   siempre tapó  sus  agujeros negros  robando las riquezas de sus colonias en América.

Ahora no enviaba carabelas sino que mandaba  a  sus cuervos para que volvieran con los tesoros ajenos  y dejaran su carroña.

No sé por  qué  a los ricos y a los  famosos les duele en el alma tener que pagar los impuestos.  

En ese  1989    el fisco español  ordenó   encarcelar a la famosa bailadora, cancionista y actriz LOLA, LA FARAONA, FLORES (n. 1923) por no cumplir con sus obligaciones tributarias.  

Me acuerdo que   la actriz italiana  SOFÍA LOREN (n. 1934),  por el mismo motivo se pasó en prisión algunos meses.  

La diva napolitana le echó la culpa a su contador.  Un argumento que utilizó  la ex funcionaria argentina,  María Julia Alsogaray (n. 1942), cuando fue descubierta  camuflando sus obligaciones impositivas.

En una de las revistas del corazón, de las tantas  que proliferan en España, salió a la luz las  desavenencias conyugales de las multimillonarias hermanas KOPLOWITZ, corneadas por sus respectivos maridos, que eran primos entre sí.

Alicia (n. 1952) y Esther (n. 1953),  habían heredado un imperio inmobiliario, bancos y muchas otras empresas de su  padre, Ernesto Koplowitz Sternberg,  un alemán de origen hebreo.

Koplowitz Sternberg, llegó a España  con una mano atrás y otra adelante. En poco tiempo  supo amasar una verdadera fortuna a pesar de tener que soportar los vaivenes económicos   producidos durante  la SGM.

Alicia sabía que su esposo le era infiel pero no podía sorprenderlo con su  pito en otra vagina que  no fuera la suya.  La deslealtad de Alberto Cortina  quedó al descubierto cuando apareció   en el  semanario Diez Minutos  saliendo de un hotel de Viena con su amante Marta Chávarri (n. 1960), hija de un embajador.  

Y si algo le faltaba a este affaire, en unas de las tomas fotográficas para vengarse del infiel su esposa apareció sin bragas y  lampiña.  Despumes de este hecho Alicia se divorció de inmediato y unos meses después la  siguió   su hermana   quien no dudó de patear a su marido Alberto Alcocer, por el hipotético de tal palo tal astilla.Los primos, con el correr de los años supieron cómo enriquecerse.  Y como buenos   españoles tuvieron sus quebrantos fraudulentos.  Y como es común en  la Argentina,   a la Justicia le llevó muchos años hasta que fueron condenados.  

MADRID.  El origen de la villa de Madrid data de mediados del siglo IX, cuando el emir Mohamed I levantó un castro árabe en el lugar que hoy ocupa el Palacio Real. En los alrededores de este alcázar  se desarrolló una ciudadela amurallada de carácter eminentemente militar, conocida con el nombre de “al-Mudaina.”

MUSEO DEL PRADO. El edificio  fue concebido inicialmente por Carlos III (n. 1716).   Fue inaugurado oficialmente en 1819.

TOLEDO.   Existen hallazgos arqueológicos que prueban la existencia de población humana en las terrazas del río Manzanares desde el Paleolítico.   El rey Alfonso X instala aquí la Escuela de Traductores y a la que concurren muchos intelectuales de origen hebreo.

LAVAPIÉS.   Fue un  barrio de la comunidad hebrea.   La actual Iglesia de San Lorenzo ocupa el solar que antaño estaba  la sinagoga. En  el año e 1391 la comunidad     sufrió un pogromo, que produjo un gran número de víctimas fatales. A pesar de esto muchas familias volvieron al barrio hasta su expulsión, un siglo después, por orden de los Reyes Católico.

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PORTADA DE ABRIL: ‘H.I.E.L.O.’ de Duki x Ignacio Ayerza

El extrañísimo mes de abril nos dejó como ganadora la portada de ‘H.I.E.L.O.’ del Duko y el Obie WanShot. Un arte de tapa que tiene como protagonista a una botella de plástico recortada y llena de fernet con coca, en ella se reflejan las caras de ambos artistas. En Argentina le decimos “viajera” o “recortada” y forma parte de nuestra identidad moderna. Para saber más le enviamos algunas preguntas a Ignacio Ayerza, el artista detrás de este trabajo, quien nos tiró unas cuantas datas que podés leer a continuación:

¿Cuál es tu punto de partida a la hora de comenzar un trabajo como éste?

Suelo empezar primero charlando con el artista buscando el concepto del que habla la canción para encontrarle la parte de dónde salió y a partir de ahi investigar mucho. La data que hay subida es enorme y súper variada, pero mucha no tiene una curación o una mirada que se detenga frente a tanta velocidad a la que estamos expuestos. Por eso suelo volver mucho a los libros, instituciones y museos, como que la academia no caducó todavía, y ahí es donde uno puede discernir de las distintas corrientes y movimientos para tener una referencia de análisis en esa búsqueda. Trato de no atarme a un estilo, me gusta experimentar en lo que no sé, laburo mucho desde ese descubrimiento, desde la curiosidad, siento que de esa forma el camino no me cansa sino que es siempre para adelante, buscando algo nuevo, una nueva aventura.

¿Cómo trabajaste la portada de ‘H.I.E.L.O.’? ¿A partir o con la ayuda de qué conceptos? ¿Hubo alguna referencia clave?

Esta portada arrancó desde el vamos con el pedido de un fernet con Coca y a partir de ahí desglosar recuerdos de giras pasadas con Duki y todo el equipo buscando el denominador común, el elemento simbólico que nos unía a todos en esos momentos; y la viajera de fernet casi siempre estuvo presente después de cada show a la hora de volver al hotel o al motorhome. La idea de lo que es compartir que tienen el fernet y el mate es algo arraigado muy fuerte a nuestra cultura.

Desde el lado conceptual suelo guiarme mucho por la exploración, la curiosidad, el concepto del homo ludens u hombre que juega de Johan Huizinga, y desde la construcción desde el error para transformarlo en otra cosa. Eso es algo que trabajé mucho con Bosque Sin Árboles hace unos años junto al colectivo Trrueno.

Además de esta portada, ¿cuáles de tus últimos trabajos disfrutaste hacer y estás contento con el resultado final?

La portada que este año más disfruté de hacer fue la Aleaciones de Posando Tigres. Con los pibes trabajamos la portada empezando por conceptos mega abstractos, fue un trabajo en equipo hermoso porque recorrimos caminos muy diferentes hasta llegar al resultado. Sentir que estábamos todos en la misma búsqueda con el mismo ímpetu le daba cada vez más valor a todo lo que se hizo. Muchas de las portadas que no fueron portadas terminaron usándose para otras cosas de la banda, cada descubrimiento que tuvimos era mejor que anterior.

La otra portada con la que estoy contento es la del álbum que va a salir de Trueno, desde el diálogo nos entendimos muy bien con Mateo, al punto de tomar la decisión de laburar desde la simbología para resumir lo que encarna Trueno desde la base.

No me quiero olvidar de la portada de Hecho a Mano de Ysy A, casi que no la hice yo y eso me encanta, la portada la tenía Ysy en una foto que habia sacado con su celu destacando la etiqueta de una de sus remeras que hace él. A partir de ahi fue recrear junto con Ysy la foto, siento que ahi logramos sintetizar toda el alma de lo que Ysy estaba plasmando en su disco, laburar con él es increíble, siempre tira para adelante, Ysy no para. Tuve la suerte de vivir el proceso del disco de cerca gracias a Yesan, y lo que se hizo, cómo se hizo y el tiempo en que se hizo todo, es eso, es la conjunción de Ysy A, hecho a mano real, sin vueltas, súper corta.

¿Qué otrxs diseñadorxs de portadas te interesan?

Furio a.k.a. Designer Drugs de Defensa y Tomás Wurschmidt son los dos diseñadores que más admiro hoy, los dos tienen una mirada que atraviesa la estética y aprendo mucho con ellos. Los trabajos de Alejandro Ros están siempre presentes así como David Rudnick, que además de zarparse siempre en lo que hace, su proceso de trabajo está mega ido.

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[sovasleepy]

wingman (x2)

[ gekko x gn!reader ] gekko has a nightmare. wingman goes to find the person that he knows gekko finds comfort in — you. wc: 1.6k

a/n: this is a continuation of this gekko fic, but this can be read as a stand alone.

the red lines that made up the time on your alarm clock read 3:28 am. it took another few moments before you realized what exactly had woken you up; there was someone tapping at the door. you groaned to signal that you were awake, still too half-asleep to form words but not asleep enough to be able to ignore it.

feeling your way along the wall, your hands finally find the door. you open it, but when you peer outside there is no one to be found. that is until you hear a warbling sound at your feet. through your sleep-blurred vision, you look down to find wingman.

he was shifting his weight from one of his stubby little legs to the other, and was now emitting a low whine. was he… worried? anxious? something was wrong. there had to be. why else would he be at your door at three in the morning, if not because something was wrong?

“hey, buddy,” you spoke softly. “what’s wrong?”

he gave you another high-pitched noise before beginning to scramble down the hallway. as expected, he stopped in front of gekko’s opened bedroom door. you hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should step in. it wasn’t your room, and while gekko and you were friends, it wasn’t as if he had given you the right to walk into his room at any given moment. even then, shouldn’t you knock first?

biting back that thought, you knew that wingman wouldn’t have retrieved you from your room in the dead of night for nothing. you followed him through the opened doorway and attempted to follow him through the dark room.

eventually, you heard the tapping of his claws on the ground and then the rustling of sheets; presumably, wingman was trying and failing to jump up onto the bed until he finally succeeded.

that theory was confirmed a few seconds later, as he finally turned on the lamp situated on the nightstand. he gargled in annoyance, closed his eyes, and shook in a way akin to a wet dog. with his eyes now adjusted to the light, he turned around and clambered his way over to sit on gekko’s chest.

the man in question was sound asleep. he was wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, dark green blanket tangled around one leg and covering half of his chest. his breaths were steady and shallow, every few breaths emitting the remnants of a snore. nothing seemed to be wrong.

at the end of the bed, dizzy seemed to have stolen a portion of the blanket for herself and was asleep in the nest she’d made of it.

“mateo?” you called his name gently at first.

he didn’t move. not that you would expect he would, being that he was very clearly fast asleep. wingman whirred at you.

with a deep breath, you stepped forward and put part of your weight onto the bed. you reached out and lightly shook him, calling his name once more. nothing. you shook a little harder, spoke a little louder. still nothing. alright, maybe you were getting a little worried now. how heavy did he sleep?

you leaned more on the bed, peering over his sleeping body. your weight supported by one hand, the other found his jaw. with your thumb on one side of his face and the rest of your fingers on the other, you turned his face gently to study his features. he seemed fine enough apart from the sleep lines carved into the left side of his face and the slight pinch of his brows. you called his name once again.

this time, he shot up in bed with a gasp. in doing so, his forehead collided with yours and sent you backwards. an attempt to catch yourself on the heel of your palms failed miserably as he moved his leg from beneath you. the little amount of support you had from your hands was swept from underneath you and you fell onto your back. your back and head were met with the warm and fuzzy sensation of his blankets.

although you were vaguely aware that his room smelled of him, you were now fully aware of the scent of lavender and sage that lingered to the blanket previously wrapped around him.

“y- wings? what the…” gekko groaned and rubbed at his eyes. it was another few moments before he registered that you were there. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

“that’s a good question.” you answered. you attempted to sit up once again, finally succeeding this time. “wingman woke me up. acted like something was wrong, so i followed him here.”

it was now that you noticed how off gekko looked. his eyes were wide and watchful, especially considering he had been fast asleep a few moments ago. his chest rose quickly and fell heavily, tanned fingers whitening with the grip they had on his bedsheets. wingman warbled absently as he scampered atop gekko’s lap and plopped down almost comically. he stared up at you expectantly, although you weren’t quite sure what he was trying to communicate.

gekko made a noise somewhere between a huff and a laugh. “i was having a nightmare. i guess wings knew… that, or i accidentally kicked him off the bed in the middle of it again.” the little green creature whirred at the word ‘again,’ but made no further complaints.

“ah. i wonder why he came and got me though? other rooms are closer than mine. neon’s for one, or even reyna’s. i assumed if he was looking for someone to comfort you, he’d go to her first. not that i wouldn’t comfort you! i just—”

“i understand.” he said, usual smile returning to his face. “i’m sorry about him, dunno what got into him. you should get some sleep though. it’s too early for this, little man.” he looked to wingman at the last sentence, who seemingly ignored him.

“well, goodnight anyway… and sorry for the scare. and goodnight to you too, wingman.” you said. the creature made a noise somewhat like a purr in response, followed by an indignant noise as he realized you were leaving.

your hand had barely touched the doorknob when you heard a thump, followed by the scampering of claws across the floor. wingman pawed desperately at your leg.

kneeling down, you asked him what was wrong. he shifted his weight from stubby leg to stubby leg, before turning around to look at gekko. the creature gargled, which made noticeable heat rise in gekko’s face.

“no! i mean, yes, but no.” he responded. again, wingman made a noise, and he spoke back. “it’s not like that…”

“grbghr.”

“ok, it is like that. but i can’t just— that’s not a thing, alright, buddy?”

“hmrg?”

“it’s just… a weird thing for humans to do. i’m sorry.”

“rgh.”

you never thought you’d see so much annoyance and attitude come from the small, blob-like creature that was wingman. finally, gekko sighed. he threw his head back and took a deep breath.

“he… wants you to stay.”

it felt rude to laugh. but you couldn’t help it. against your best attempts to stifle it, a small laugh escaped you. as strange a request it was, you didn’t mind it. you were far too lost in your sleepy state of mind to care much about it, but you also knew how persistent gekko’s friends could be.

“yeah, i’ll stay. scoot over.” you spoke. wingman hummed, clearly pleased.

despite the darkening of his cheeks, gekko moved over in his bed. in the back of your mind, you thought about moving back to your own room once the two of them were asleep.

however, as you settled in beside him, you began to drift off. the low trill of dizzy somewhat-snoring and the warmth radiating off of thrash didn’t help either.

the next thing you remember was the blinding light of whatever the hell had been shining into the room at this hour. you realized soon after that the shining was inside of the room, coming from the overhead light. brimstone stood in the doorway, jett and phoenix behind him snickering amongst themselves.

“what are you two up to?” brimstone asked. you couldn’t quite tell the tone of his voice — he sounded so stern and almost angry, as if he was your dad who had caught you in a more compromising position. yet, there was a playful lilt hidden in his voice.

“wingman happened.” you huffed, still too half-asleep to care to explain.

whether or not he was actually upset you didn’t know, but he reminded you that breakfast would be ready soon and to come to the kitchen once you were ready. you nodded, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

the door clicked closed. as the laughing and teasing jokes made by phoenix and jett disappeared down the hallway, you finally decided to get up.

you now realized the position that gekko was in. he was a stomach sleeper, but was laying half on top of you. one leg was thrown across yours, his arm wrapped around you, and his face tucked into the crook of your neck.

“hey,” you called, voice soft. “it’s time to get up.”

he didn’t answer, but wingman warbled and scampered across the bed to snuggle into the space between your bodies. an attempt to move out from under the man failed. he hummed softly, muttered something that sounded like “a little longer” and pulled you closer.

[kazvha]

Hellow! Hope you're doing well 🫶 I would like to request a lil scenario or headcanons featuring Gekko from Valorant with a fem!reader. Basically reader is going to meet his parents (or her mother only) but compared to them, reader really is not into family stuff, they aren't close at all and when she's confronted to her friends' parents for example she gets uncomfortable even if they're kind and all. So the scenario would be about Gekko comforting reader before the meeting and also, why not, reassuring her after. Hope it inspires you and don't hesitate to ignore if you're not comfortable! Have a nice day! 🤭

Summary: Meeting Gekko's mom as someone who isn't comfortable around their friend's parents

Notes: Hi, thanks for the request! As a socially awkward person & an introvert, I really felt that one lol. I hope you like my take on this. Have an amazing day!💐

• Gekko invited you to meet his mother for the first time, but being around your friend's parents always made you nervous and uncomfortable, no matter how kind they were to you

• You wanted to be honest with your boyfriend, so you voiced your concerns. "Hey Mateo..."

He raised his head. "¿Sí, nena?"*

• "I'm really nervous about meeting your mom. You know that I'm usually not into that family stuff... I don't know how I should act around her."

• Seeing your conflicted face irked something in Mateo, he wanted to lessen your stress. Introducing you, the love of his life, to his mom, one of the dearest persons to his heart, was a happy occasion after all.

• Placing his warm hand on your cheek, he reassured you with a comforting smile. "You don't have to worry at all babe, I'm gonna stay at your side the whole time! And I already told my mom that she should take it slow, I'm sure she will be considerate."

• Gekko stayed true to his word and didn't leave your side🤍

• His mother was so excited to see the person who captured his son's heart. When she welcomed you two at the door with a big grin and a hug, you could just awkwardly pat her back. At the same time, you felt Mateo's palm rubbing your own back tenderly.

• You all moved to the living room and started talking about your relationship over some snacks. Mateo's mom also asked you some questions about yourself and your likings, which you answered fumblingly.

• Your hand was intertwined with Mateo's hand and he squeezed it every few minutes, reminding you that he was there for you

• After some time his mother said, "Please tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable or if I overstep your boundaries alright, love? We don't need to hit off as soon as possible."

• You knew she meant it well, but it would probably take you a long time to get used to her. Nevertheless, you nodded because you were grateful for her sincerity

• Mateo brought you home afterward and asked you how you felt. "It seems like my mom likes you a lot! How was it? I hope it wasn't too much, should I ask her to tone it down more next time?"

• "It was... Not too bad. You being there all the time definitely helped! I have to say though the hugs she gave me felt extremely awkward."

• He put his arm over your shoulder and kissed your temple as he giggled, "Nice! I'll ask her to skip the hugs the next time you meet!"

• His bright eyes met yours and his gaze instantly softened. With a sincere face, he went on, "I know it was not easy for you, so thank you for doing this for me anyway and trying your best. I really appreciate it."

* "Yes, babe?"

[sovasleepy]

I missed you

[ gekko x gn!reader ] - when your mission takes a little longer than usual, gekko starts to worry. needless to say, he’s a little happy when you return.

tags: mentions of anxiety, brief mentions of blood and injuries (reader is slightly injured), mostly fluff though. could be considered hurt/comfort if you squint.

notes: requested by anonymous! i hope you enjoy :)

it felt like the clock was mocking him.

it read 9:37 PM, despite the expected arrival time of over an hour ago. something had to have gone on your mission, why else was it taking so long? missions took less time than usual on a regular basis, but never longer. not unless something had gone wrong.

several people were gathered in the hangar, waiting on the arrival of the jet. he wasn’t the only one nervous, apparently, as several kingdom-employed paramedics were already waiting there as well

brimstone was off somewhere, having gotten a call from those that were on the mission. despite the rapid beating of his heart, gekko knew he couldn’t follow. he couldn’t feel the tips of his fingers anymore, not that he particularly noticed that right now. he felt as though he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs, and with each passing second it only seemed to grow worse.

finally, the door brimstone had left out of opened again. he spoke into his earpiece again, briefly, before the large door to the hangar opened. he could hear the jet distantly.

gekko shot him a worried look. “what’s wrong?”

“had a few run-ins.” brimstone said, but offered the younger a pitied look. “i’m sorry, i can’t tell you more. i didn’t hear anything specific about anyone.”

gekko did his best to swallow back the lump in his throat, eyes flickering over to the sky outside the hangar where he could see the familiar black jet approaching.

the next few moments were a blur. despite his best attempts, he couldn’t see what was happening through the flurry of people running and moving around. he watched as a medic helped breach limp away, another sitting chamber against a wall and studying an injury on his shoulder.

after far too long, he watched you step out from the chaos. there was a cut on your cheek, but it had been half-way cleaned and the only evidence was the small, thin line of red on your skin. dried blood stained your clothing, but your clothes were not ripped.

the blood didn’t belong to you. good.

gekko stepped forward and enveloped you in a hug, tucking his face into the crook of your neck and holding you impossibly close. he inhaled your scent, electing to ignore that it was washed in sweat and blood.

“are you okay? what happened?” he asked. he finally pulled back, just far enough to hold your face in his hands and staring at you, studying your features.

“i’m okay,” you reassure. “some stuff happened, but we’re all okay.”

he nods and pulls you closer to his chest again. you can feel his heart still beating out of his chest from your place snuggled against him.

“let’s go get you cleaned up, alright?”

you nod, happy to change out of the clothes sticking to your body. the blood belonged mostly to chamber, but knowing who it belonged to didn’t make you feel any better about the way it clung to you.

it takes a moment for the two of you to make your way out of the mess of people, finding your way back up to your room. he follows you in, not wanting to take his eyes off of you for a moment.

“i’m gonna go shower, alright?”

he knows you need to, but he can’t help the look of panic that crosses his face for a brief moment. “okay. can i… i can turn around, but can i come with you?”

a laugh bubbles up from, smile painting its way across your face. you agree anyway. “sure, mateo.”

as you step into the bathroom, he’s not far behind you. he smiles at you one more time as you turn on the warm water before turning around to face the now-closed door.

it takes a moment for you to get undressed and step into the shower, but he eventually hears the familiar sound of the shower curtain being shut behind you. with your approval, he turns back around.

he can’t see you through the shower curtain, just moving shadows, but the reassurance that you are there and you alright is enough to calm his still-rampant nerves.

“so… are you okay? nothing too bad happened?” he asks, nervousness lacing his words.

“i am.” you reassure. “i didn’t get to the worst of the fighting. chamber and breach got pretty banged up, i think, but they’re alright too.”

“that’s good.” he hums thoughtfully. his eyes drift down to his hands that are nervously playing with each other. “after you get dressed, can we watch a movie?”

you laugh. “sure, babe.”

the two of you spend the next several minutes in a comfortable silence, listening to the water running in the shower. he hears the water stop, watches as your hand reaches out to grab your towel

“i’m gonna let you get dressed, any preference on a movie?”

“huh? oh, no. whatever you wanna watch is fine.”

he nods and shuts the door of your bathroom behind him, leaving you to get dressed. he makes his way over to your bed, grabbing the TV remote and searching for what he knows to be your favorite movie.

you exit the bathroom a few minutes later, clothes clinging to your still slightly-wet body. you smile at him. “sorry for taking so long, i needed that shower.”

“no worries.” he says.

he leans up to move the blanket on your side of the bed, holding it up for you to crawl into. you do as he seems to be asking, crawling under the blanket and snuggling close to him.

you don’t miss the way his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close to him. his hold on you seems a bit together than usual today, but you don’t mind it.

[sovasleepy]

beauty sleep

[ gekko x reader ] — when you fall asleep wearing makeup, gekko does his best to clean your face without waking you ; part 2

warnings: the reader is gender neutral, although the reader is described to be wearing makeup so take that as you will. also a brief mention of being drunk/alcohol but its not gekko or the reader.

notes: requested by anon! i hope you enjoy :)

the usual banter between phoenix and jett played out in front of you. they were high off of a victory, much like yourself and several other agents that had joined together for a victory feast at a local takeout place. what was supposed to be a quick run for food turned into a posse of idiots parading around downtown, much to the credit of an already half-drunken skye.

phoenix quickly followed her, his energy coaxing the fire that was already brewing in the hearts of the agents. a particularly important mission had gone incredibly well that day and the entire team was still riding high.

jett snorted as she shoved phoenix, laughing at whatever cheesy joke he’d laid on her.

“love the energy, but i’m far too tired to match it.” gekko spoke, leaning his head slightly towards you. his voice was much softer and quieter than their’s. it was a sharp contrast to the loud, chirpy voices of those around you.

“couldn’t agree more.” you grumbled.

as much as you loved your friends, you were happy to have them split off into their own directions once you were back at base. gekko was the only one to follow.

he padded toward your door and gently held it open for you. he watched you walk in, but hesitated another moment before speaking.

“could i come in? i know we’re both tired, i just don’t think i’m ready to sleep yet, yknow?”

you nodded and smiled. gekko always had a weird way of matching your emotional state, purposefully or not. absently kicking away a t-shirt that had ended up on your floor, you apologized for the state that your room was in and invited him in.

you proceeded to hit the mattress, and you were out like a light.

“thank you,” he spoke, words falling on deaf ears. his eyes scanned your room. he took in the decorations, noting how such small things were marked by traces of your hobbies or personality. “i just need to be around ‘calm’ for a while before i knock out, is all.”

he sat on the edge of your bed. he didn’t notice the fact that you were asleep. he continued to mutter to himself for another moment, before finally turning to see your reaction.

“well,” he spoke one last time. “that would explain the silence.”

still, he didn’t leave. he felt creepy. as though he was spying on you in some weird way. but you had invited him in, right? so there wasn’t something morally off about it, he assured himself.

he would like to deny the warmth that spread in his chest as he observed you, but that would make him a liar. while the thoughts were always in the back of his mind, he never truly got the chance to fully take you in. every curve and every feature of your face, the slight pinch in your brows as you slept, and the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest. it took him a while to realize the other thing he was seeing.

“isn’t falling asleep with makeup on bad for your skin? or your pillows or something.” he whispered softly to himself.

as he did, he slowly got up from where he sat on edge of your bed. a quick glance around your room offered him nothing, but he didn’t want to turn on your light and wake you. you looked so peaceful, after all.

quietly, gekko walked toward your bathroom. after trying for a miserable ten minutes to figure out which washcloth in your bathroom was the softest, he finally settled on one. he stepped towards your sink to dampen it, where his eyes caught a sleeve with the words “makeup removing wipes” printed on the side.

yeah, that seemed like a better idea than his.

makeup wipes in tow, he finally returned to your sleeping form. slowly, as if it would make a difference, he turned on your lamp. he froze as if to make sure you were still asleep.

he pulled one wipe from the package, gently rubbing at your skin. after a second, he pulled back and checked the wipe. he was doing this correctly… wasn’t he?

how often were you supposed to change wipes? or was it just one for the whole face? how hard was too hard to rub? how expensive were these wipes, anyway? how does he know when your face is clean? would the liquid that dampened the wipe hurt if it got in your eyes?

oh well. he could try his best, at least.

he discarded the dirty wipe in the trashcan near your bed and retrieved a new one. he continued his process of gently rubbing your face, taking extra care around your eyes and making sure he wasn’t pressing down so hard as to irritate your skin.

when he was sure he was done, he closed the container and returned it safely to the bathroom counter.

he came back when he was done. gently setting his weight on the bed, he smoothed down your hair with one hand and smiled at your sleeping form.

“you don’t really need your beauty sleep, but i guess i can let you have your sleep-sleep.” gekko commented after a beat.

he sat up gently as to not disturb you. he clicked off your lamp and shut your door softly behind himself as he left you to rest.

[sovasleepy]

behave, wingman

[ gekko x gn!reader ] in which gekko’s little buddies rat him and his feelings for you out

a/n: hi !! this is my first time posting on this blog so interaction is super appreciated! a continuation of this fic can be found here!

the scratch of gekko’s skateboard against the floor alerted you of his presence long before you heard him speak. it was a somewhat familiar noise to you now, despite how much the others would scold him for it.

“i thought you weren’t supposed to be skating inside,” you said with a smile.

without turning around, you could hear him step off and put weight on the back of the board, then the slight crck of him picking up the board from the ground. finally turning around, you were met with his ever-bright smile. wingman was perched on his shoulder and he whirred happily at the sight of you.

“mm, something like that, but the others don’t have to know.” he responded, giving you faux puppy-dog eyes and a matching lip quiver.

you just smiled at him once more and ignored the flutter in your chest. it was your turn to cook breakfast, after all. you turned back to busy yourself with the food at hand as he walked off again, skateboard tucked snuggly under his arm. he returned a few moment later, absent of the skateboard and the jacket that was thrown over his t-shirt.

“need any help?” he offered, but with the tone of his voice it felt more like a ‘let me help you’. who were you to deny an extra pair of hands?

“you could get a start on the dishes if you’d like.”

“your wish is my command,” he chirped. he attempted to brush by you, but wingman jumped from his place on gekko’s shoulder to yours. he nuzzled into your cheek and chirped; if he were a dog you’d see his tail wagging, you thought.

“wingm- hey!” gekko reached to scoop the critter up, who jumped out of his hand until gekko picked him up again and placed him on the ground. “sorry about him…”

gekko’s ears burned red and he avoided eye contact with you. you saw him mouth something to the little guy, but you didn’t quite understand what he said and you weren’t about to ask. wingman whirred in defiance.

“can you watch this?” you asked, setting the spoon you were using down. “i need to grab something, i’ll only be a second.”

“sure thing.”

it didn’t take you long to grab the needed item, but gekko’s voice stopped you before you opened the door back to the kitchen. you caught the tail end of his sentence, met with a squeak by wingman.

“i’m- don’t look at me like that. i think they’re very pretty, and they’re very nice, but you can’t do that stuff, wings.”

a sad hum.

“i’m sorry, buddy. we just don’t wanna cross any boundaries, ok?”

a squeak of acknowledgment.

you pressed against the kitchen door, letting it swing open and then closed behind you. gekko’s eyes were wide and his whole face burned red now, but he swallowed thickly and simply hoped you hadn’t heard the conversation. you thank him, and then grab the spoon back from gekko. you make sure to brush his hand and don’t miss the choked noise he makes.

[sovasleepy]

hot and cold

[gekko x gn!reader] - you're an agent with such a seemingly cold exterior - both physical and metaphorical - but being gekko’s saving grace might change some minds about you.

warnings: the agents kinda make assumptions about the reader, a little hurt/comfort if you squint real hard. brief mentions of injuries, unconsciousness, very minor swearing

notes: tbh a “reyna being a motherly figure to gekko” vibe popped out a little too hard but i digress. requested by anon, i hope you enjoy!

kingdom's agents were well trained.

from the freezing temperatures of russia, to the most humid days on bermudian islands, the agents were resilient to all types of weather. today wasn't supposed to be particularly challenging in that aspect. a routine mission in some section of los angeles didn't sound particularly hot.

in fact, it had been the least of your worries about two hours ago.

you respected all of the agents on the protocol, especially considering the facts that not only were you newest addition, but some of the agents on this particular trip were among the first.

reyna, omen, cypher, and gekko stood next to you as the jet approached the site you were landing at. it felt almost childish to you that you were more nervous to be around your own coworkers than you were thinking about the fact that you could be lying dead any minute now.

they hadn’t ever directly been mean to you.

omen, bless him, was never any good at showing too much concern so you didn’t mind the cold shoulder you often felt from him.

cypher had his own secretive issues, and so did reyna.

that said, you never quite found your place amongst the agents. granted, you hadn’t been here too long, but the creeping and perpetual sense of being unwanted bothered you. to add to this, your abilities directly harmed the abilities of other agents. thus, your training sessions were always against your coworkers, which didn't always seem to sit well.

speaking technically, your ability did revolve around the manipulation of heat just like phoenix's did... only, you controlled the absence of it. the reaction of his abilities made fire, and yours made ice. this meant that you and phoenix either paired a little too well.

or not at all, depending on how one wants to look at it.

and then there were the other agents. kay/o's body produced a little heat, but ultimately couldn't produce enough to shake the ice. the same for killjoy's bots, cypher's tech, chamber's utility, sova's bow, even harbor's water.

and so you began keeping to yourself.

except for on missions, when communication was key. only your communications were down, and had been for some time.

the only people you could find were dead. slouched, bloodied bodies against buildings or in doorways seemed to mock you. luckily, none of them had been the faces of those on the mission with you.

that was until you heard a weak warbling. you called back to whatever created had made the noise, and was met with another weaker sound. still, you followed the creatures direction. after a few moments of sifting through debris, you were met with the dusty and bloody face of gekko.

dizzy sat curled up in his lap. his arm was limp, but bent as if he had been holding her close. for a brief moment, you thought he was dead. however, his chest rose and fell and slow, scarily shallow breaths. he was alive at least. the next thing on your agenda was to find the source of his unconsciousness, and hopefully stop it.

you knelt down to his level. he was slouched against the wall, head lolled to his left. there were splotches of dried blood on him, just the occasional mark on his clothing or his skin, but it didn't appear to be his.

his outer thigh had a darker patch of blood, thicker and definitely coming from him. however, the wound didn’t seem like it would be severe enough to have led to his current state. something else was wrong.

you continued to inspect him. his skin was pale, but cold and sweaty. this had to be the cause, right? but there was something deeper than that, those were simply more symptoms. you looked around and observed where gekko was. the trail in the dirt around him wasn’t footsteps, but was instead the markings of gekko half-dragging himself to where he was sat.

but yet he wasn’t in any danger at the time. the only pair of footsteps that had been close to him belonged to an already-dead enemy. so he dragged himself there for what? the shade that surrounding buildings and debris provided?

of course.

your alignment with the cold also gave you the benefit of not feeling the heat so harshly. it was the middle of a californian summer afternoon, of course it was hot.

heat exhaustion. that’s what was wrong with him.

you allowed yourself to feel the cool of chilled air surround your arms. you passed a hand over dizzy and wingman, who made weak noises of thanks. as much as you would like to help them, gekko needed you more right now.

you sat down beside him and pulled him onto your lap, his head on your stomach and him situated half on and half between your legs. you didn't want to turn him too cold too quickly, worried that the rapid change might cause him more harm. to the best of your ability, you slowly chilled your own body and the air around you.

one hand was placed on his forehead and the other arm hung over chest in an attempt to disperse the cool. dizzy, apparently feeling better, wormed her way up under his feet. elevating his legs was supposed to help too, right? maybe she knew that.

faintly, you heard a noise come from gekko’s earpiece.

“mateo? answer me, mateo. are you okay?”

the voice belonged to reyna. you hadn’t enteracted with her as much as you would’ve liked, but you respected her nonetheless.

you took your hand away from his forehead. after unbinding your own broken earpiece and tossing it, you leaned down to get closer to his. pressing the small button on the side, you spoke into it.

“hello? this is y/n. gekko is with me. i think he’s going to be fine, but he’s unconscious, and i really don’t know what i’m doing.”

“y/n?” the voice belonged to cypher this time. “how about you? are you alright? your communications and vital signs went down. we thought we lost you.”

“i’m… okay, i think? a few bumps and bruises, but nothing too bad apart from the earpiece i’ll be paying for.”

“good.” reyna spoke again. “omen is here, too. we have mateo’s location and we’re on our way. a medic is with us. just keep him alive until then.”

“got it.”

rushed as it may be, the concern they showed you warmed your heart. but everything felt like it was going to be okay. help was on its way, everyone was alive, and the mission was successful.

“just me and you guys,” you spoke, looking down at wingman and dizzy, who looked equally worried.

true to their word, the jet landed close to you roughly three minutes later. reyna was the first one to step foot off the aircraft, and the next thirty minutes went by in a blur. when your brain finally settled from its adrenaline high, you plopped down in a chair next to gekko’s bed in the makeshift-infirmary of the jet. reyna stood at the end of the bed. her arms were crossed and she wore her usual stern and hard-to-read face.

“the doctor said he was be alright, y’know.” she spoke after what felt like twenty minutes of comfortable silence.

you looked up from where you had been spaced out, staring at gekko. wingman was on the floor at your feet and you were absently letting him play with your fingers. however, he stopped to look up at reyna too.

“i hope so. i was… scared. honestly, i was beginning to think you guys would have left me. not that i would blame you. everything was down, you had every right to assume i was dead.”

“never.” she spoke. there was a chilling certainty in her voice. “you are an asset.”

“i suppose.” you paused for a beat, debating whether or not to finish your sentence. “i adore you guys. all of you. i think i just have a hard time finding my value to you all.”

you were met with silence. it festered, feeding the anxiety already unfurling within your chest. finally, reyna spoke again.

“admittedly, it’s hard to join the protocol and feel like you fit in. mateo felt the same way when he first joined, too, but the feeling goes away eventually. he wanted to speak to you, y’know?”

“he did?”

“all the time. he has this… fantastical way about him when he speaks about you. like he has all these… emotions or something built up, and instead of talking to you he’s trying to fit them all into two sentences while i’m still drinking my damn coffee.”

you couldn’t help but smile. you were always so nervous to talk to him, yet you never took the time to consider the fact that maybe he was nervous to talk to you too.