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Valeria Garza Headcanons

I have so many ideas about the queen herself, and I can definitely thank @writeforfandoms and @soapskneebrace for listening to my insane unhinged ramblings about the story concepts I have for this bisexual menace. Have a fic idea I'll never write but is fun to think about:

El Sin Nombre has had a lot of women spend time in her bed. Pretty, seductive, sly women that see the woman with the tattoos and dark eyes, with the brand name clothes and nice cars and think mine

You’re different

Valeria doesn’t pick you up from a strip club or bar, but from something much more mundane, a resturaunt where she sees your boss berating you and somehow decides she’s curious

She asks for you by name, and the next time she visits she does the same. Repeatedly, and each time you wait on her she grows ever more interested in you

You can’t help feeling the same way- this mysterious woman who’s flanked by guards, who always orders top shelf liquor and yet her eyes are not on the food but on you

The proposition she gives you is sudden. Spend a weekend with her. Just one. You don’t have to pay, and she doesn’t expect anything from you either. Just come keep her company

You agree, against your better judgement. Within minutes you’re bundled out to a car in the back alley and driven up to the mountains, to a sprawling villa with tenderly constructed landscaping, tiled hallways and a courtyard with clematis climbing up the lattices. It’s an old money estate, subtle, well crafted. It doesn’t speak of the riches Valeria recently inherited, doesn’t scream gaudy decor or lavish indulgences

It’s beautiful

The weekend that follows is the stuff of dreams. Valeria takes you shopping, buys a wardrobe for you with a signature on a check and a withering glance when you protest the expense. She dines with you in private at the villa in one of your new dresses, and you talk long into the night as the shadows grow long

You wake up the next morning still tangled in her sheets, and it isn’t long after breakfast that you return there…and then the pool…the bathroom…the couch…

By the end of the absolutely dizzying whirlwind of a stay that’s stolen your breath away, Valeria has you in her lap, your hands delicately resting upon her shoulders and she asks 

“What is it that you want? Money? Jewels? A car?”

She expects you to say as much. This is not the first time she’s done this. There’s been a dozen women before you who have blinked down at her and coquettishly requested these things, saw Valeria for her riches and not for the person she was. They long after her lifestyle not knowing of the blood involved, ask for beautiful things and then play games to try and cling on to her just a little longer

Instead, you offer something else, biting your lip in thought and shyly asking:

“Can I spend more time with you?”

Looking back, Valeria thinks perhaps it was that moment that sealed her fate

You do visit her again. Several times a month, and each visit is filled not with the riches of her coffers but with the wealth of her attention to you. You find yourself opening up to the mysterious heiress, knowing nothing of the brutality that lurks behind the tenderness she bestows upon you

She ensures your rent is paid for, always on time, pays off your boss so she can take you for the week, and you visit the coast with her. You try your hand at cooking for her and she has the gall to tease you when the smoke detector goes off. She makes you taste new, strange food and drags you into bed with their taste still lingering on your lips

She pushes catalogs of lingerie into your hands and urges you to buy as many as you see fit, and then has you model them for her

All of them

You call her when your car breaks down, when you don’t have enough to pay for a health appointment, hesitating over the phone before she merely laughs and asks if you think she can’t afford it

You call her in tears when your landlord kicks you out without warning after harassing you for money- pointing to the rich stranger who comes to collect you for days at a time

Valeria comforts you in her room, has you dry your eyes on her shoulder and silently nods to her second in command

You look to her when your things are brought to the villa, and Valeria tells you with little fanfare that she’s moving you in

You also never see your landlord again

She acquiesces when you insist on keeping your job, but reminds you that she can easily provide for the both of you

You never find out where the money comes from, and Valeria likes to keep it that way. If she can keep your hands free of that bloodshed, she will

You’re the thing in her life that’s free from violence, the remedy to the rot, the gentle flicker of a lantern in the darkness of a coffin. She drinks you in like sunshine, a needed cure to the brutality in her

You slowly realize the depths Valeria will go to for you, ad you’d be lying if it didn’t scare you

She locks down the villa after a call too close- a lieutenant of her gone rogue, one who knows far too much about you for you to be safe. You aren’t allowed to leave the villa for over a week, and at one point Valeria vanishes for a full day before coming back. When she embraces you, you can’t help but think she smells like death.

She’s had men killed for less than the offense of threatening you

Yet with you she’s softer. Not gentle, per say. El Sin Nombre will never be gentle. She’ll tease you until you beg, ensure you beg for her until there’s tears, and even then she’ll only tell you “Is it too much, querida? Ohhh, poor thing.”

She’ll bite her marks into your skin, will have you fist the sheets until the only thing you remember is her name. She’ll make sure that even if the world ends, it’ll be the only thing left in you

She’s so damn sensual sometimes it’s hard to breathe. Pushing up against you in the kitchen, her hand rising up under your skirt and her voice undeniably pleased at the little gasp you give her in response

She loves flustering you, will blatantly say something sexual if only to see you splutter. It’s like the act of getting you riled up is a drug itself to her, sinfully addicting and oh so sweet

She takes this perfect life for granted, because one day you don’t come back from your outing

Gone

You yourself don’t know the two strange soldiers that bundle you into the back of a humvee while you’re shopping, tremble in the back of the car while they take you to the Mexican special forces home base and interrogate you over El Sin Nombre, a mysterious and terrifying figure you know nothing about

Until you do

You think a long time ago maybe you would have been horrified, would have gotten on your knees and begged for them to protect you. Now, you have something else to protect. So when Ale and Rudy try desperately to press you for answers you only glare

Then, a messenger, and you hear Valeria’s voice float over the radio. There’s bloodshed and cruelty in the words she gives the Vaqueros, and she promises that she will carve a path of carnage should you not return to her unharmed

“I will burn Las Almas to the ground.” She vows, voice sinister in the low, rasping oath she swears to them. “I will make sure the children that dance on your graves know my name.”

It’s a threat that works, because as much as Ale would rather kill Valeria, the devotion to his home runs deep inside him further still

It’s Rudy who issues a low, grave warning about the woman who has captured your heart, and his words are gentle despite the prophecy he gives you. There’s something mildly resembling pity in his eyes

It lasts for the entire drive until you’re returned back to Valeria’s arms, and you beg her for mercy when she threatens to end Rodolfo’s life for the transgression of touching you

Yet in the aftermath that follows it’s Valeria who cups your face and turns it up to her, asks with gentleness that doesn’t reach her gaze if you’re hurt

You tell her no, you’re unharmed, and that even if you were, you’d suffer a thousand blows if it meant you could once more return to her side

She kisses you there, in front of all her sicarios, holds you close to her and tucks your head into her shoulder

Silently, to herself, she thinks that regardless of riches and wealth, of treasures and the power that comes with being El Sin Nombre, that the most precious thing in her entire empire is you

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Pick whatever you like- fighting/practising/exercising together leading to smut. Also any overused cliche trope that every ship has: fake dating, mild jealousy which leads to hilarious situation, etc. Colleen introduces him to pop culture that he missed (bonus if it's GoT for obvious reasons). Smut? :D You could write anything for that ship and I'd read it lol. And no hurry I'm glad someone's even asking for prompts

you said ‘the two of them watch GoT.’ I comply. starting with crack is always a good idea. HOPEFULLY IT’S DECENT if not forgive me I’m still getting the feel of the characters but the next one should be better xD

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“And we should watch this... why?”

Colleen is suddenly quite sad that her phone is charging in the next room over, because the expression he pulled deserved to be saved for posterity and she could have taken a picture, but that’s sadly not going to happen - she doubts he’d hold it for thirty seconds.

“You look more perplexed than I’d have thought.”

“... Game of Thrones? It just sounds stupid. How do you play anything with a throne?”

She snorts as she turns on the DVD player. “Well, you said you wanted to catch up with pop culture before we leave, and this is the rage these days.”

“Bloody and ambitiously epic... it’s addictive... once you start, Thrones dominates your life?” He reads from the back cover of the DVD as she puts the first one in the player. “Seriously?”

“What can I do, everyone loves some bloody drama.”

He says nothing as she fiddles with the settings and whatnot, and she’s almost ready to go with the first episode when he clears his throat.

“So... wait a moment, this bloody drama is some fantasy stuff in a world with weird season where people fight over some throne while they should be worried about... the mysterious darkness beyond? Sounds ridiculous, but all right. I guess.”

“Hey, if you like it and we end up marathoning it, we should be done just in time before we leave.”

“... You mean, people spend an entire day watching television?”

“Some people spend the entire day meditating.”

He laughs, putting the case away. “Fine, you’ve got a point. I guess we’re giving these... thrones a try. I’m skeptical, though.”

“We shall see,” she says, lying back on the sofa and pressing play. The opening titles have started by the time she’s leaned against his side, his arm wrapping around her shoulder, and -

“Skeptical? You’re humming the damned theme song.”

He stops at once, his cheeks going slightly red. “It’s - it’s catchy?”

She has to laugh a bit at that, but never mind that. She’s only watched the first two seasons but she remembers why the show in general was catchy. She’s sure he’s going to reconsider.

--

By the time episode five rolls by, he hasn’t told her to just quit this and do something more interesting - they did stop to get something to snack on, but they’re apparently going onwards.

“Sorry,” Danny says as the episode five credits roll by, “are seriously all of these people worried about a throne when they have... zombies just outside their borders?”

“You know, people not seeing immediate danger because they worry about their interests, shouldn’t be news to either of us.”

“Okay, point taken, but - it’s ridiculous. The people at the - the Wall place are obviously the only ones who aren’t complete idiots.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Oh, because you see anyone else being smart about that?”

“Wait for season two.” If Danny doesn’t appreciate the greatness that is Brienne of Tarth she’ll be sorely disappointed, but she thinks he will.

“I’ll trust your judgment,” he says, and nothing happens until -

“Huh,” Colleen says, staring at the screen. She hadn’t realized, but -

But.

She turns towards Danny. Then towards the screen. Then towards Danny again.

“... Something wrong?” He asks.

“Well, not really, but... Loras, uh, he kinda looks like you?”

Okay, she was wrong before. This is the face that should have been immortalized in a picture, not the one Danny pulled before.

“Come on,” Danny says, “no way.”

“You have the same nose.”

“We have not,” Danny says, sounding absolutely outraged at the prospect. “Like... no! Never mind that he’s a lot younger than I am anyway -”

“You also kind of have the same eyes. And face shape. And -”

“I don’t know where you’re seeing it.”

“I don’t know how you’re not.” It’s almost creepy - they could be twins.

“Oh, I’m settling this,” Danny says, grabbing his phone from the side of the couch. He types something quickly before hitting send. Colleen takes it from him and he doesn’t try to stop her from doing it, so she figures it wasn’t private information or anything of the kind. She looks at the conversation, and -

Shit, he really sent Ward a message reading Colleen thinks I look exactly like this Loras guy in Game of Thrones and I’m sure I don’t, please tell me I’m right. Well, at least it’s... nice that they’re on good terms, she decides. Considering that meanwhile Loras has just finished blowing Renly while discussing how they should play the damned game of thrones, this entire thing is just getting extra weird.

Anyway, the next five minutes go by without interruption, and then the phone vibrates. Colleen takes it before Danny reaches for it.

“Just read it,” he sighs, and now he has his head on her shoulder, not the contrary.

“Hm, well, you do look like him a bit, maybe not exactly, but like, the face and the hair. Not the personality, if she meant that. Hell, no, I didn’t. Also - are you two actually watching Game of Thrones, hell, yes. Wait, I’ll reply, you just pay attention to the rest.”

“At least he’s objective.”

Colleen wants to laugh - as if, Ward’s about the least objective person she’s met in a very long time, but if that’s what Danny likes to think. She replies with yes, what’s so weird about it anyway, and I just meant the face, not the rest, and sends it over.

Loras shows up on screen and gives Sansa the flower. Danny looks frankly disturbed. The phone vibrates again.

I don’t know if I want to know how he’s reacting to it.

Colleen replies before Danny can snatch the phone back from her and do it himself, but he grabs it just after.

“Well, he has a crush on Jon Snow? The hell - it’s not that I have a crush, he’s objectively the best character!”

“... At least you aren’t alone thinking that.”

“Hey, you should appreciate someone who sacrifices their life for the better of -”

“Please, wax poetical about his hair instead.”

“His hair?”

Good thing that the phone vibrates before she can go into that particular piece of pop subculture.

“Oh, he agrees!”

What? If there’s one thing she wouldn’t have expected from Ward was the guy actually liking Jon Snow, but never mind. The texts actually reads then there’s some hope for him yet, he has more than decent taste.

What the -

Sorry, do you actually like Jon Snow, Colleen texts back. Danny’s head has somehow ended on her thigh and her fingers find their way into his hair. Okay, fine, maybe he looks like Loras but his hair is definitely superior to Loras’s, Colleen thinks and doesn’t say.

Ward’s reply arrives when they’re almost done with episode five.

Why shouldn’t I, the reply reads. Objectively the best character. By the way, does that mean you’re halfway through season one?

Yeah, why?

There’s no reply for a while and so Colleen forgets the phone and keeps on running her fingers through Danny’s hair instead, and she almost jumps on the sofa when it vibrates.

That obviously means Danny takes it rather than her.

“What does he say?”

“Oh, that this episode is apparently very good. He’s right, it’s definitely better than the one before if you ask me.”

Right, Colleen thinks, but... Jon Snow isn’t in it?, she realizes a moment later. Why the hell would the guy recommend them this one if the character they were discussing isn’t even showing up?

Whatever. She’ll worry about watching the damned thing instead.

--

“What the hell,” Danny shouts when poor Ned gets arrested.

Colleen keeps her comments about good-hearted people trusting others too much to herself.

--

“I need a break,” Danny says the moment Ned loses his head, and - right. Nine episodes in a row of this show maybe can be excessive. He’s also obviously trying not to cry, so Colleen just stops the show and puts the remote away.

“You know,” she says, “I think about most of the people who watched this ended up crying or something. No one’s judging you.”

“It’s just - it’s unfair,” Danny blurts out, wiping at his eyes. “And people are crazy into a thing that’s so miserable?”

“It gets worse,” Colleen shrugs - better warn him now.

“Worse.”

“So I’m told, I only watched up until season two.”

A moment later, Danny grabs the phone.

Does this really get worse?, he texts Ward.

Guess why, the reply for this one arrives a minute later. Did Ned just die or what.

“Why does he know?”

“Everyone knows,” Colleen says, and Danny tells her to just go on with it. She does.

--

“The finale wasn’t half as depressing,” Danny says almost in relief as the three baby dragons shriek and the camera pans out.

Colleen doesn’t tell him that two seasons from now, from what she knows, he might not agree. “I’m worried, though - the people going across the Wall aren’t turning into zombies, are they?”

“Uh, they hadn’t last I checked,” she replies truthfully.

She doesn’t even stop him from texting Ward.

We’re done and I guess we’re going on tomorrow, the text reads. And then - If you want to drop by or anything please do.

How is Danny so nice, she doesn’t even begin to guess.

“Shit,” he says, “I’m beat. Are we seriously spending five days on the couch? I'm going for a five hours run after that.”

“Well, we can move to the bed if you don’t mind that.”

That’s when the phone vibrates, but that’s also when Danny’s hands move around her back and she hooks a leg around his waist. She glances at the screen, reads Ah, wasn’t Robb’s coronation a great scene and decides that she’s going to ponder why Ward’s not mentioning anything related to his supposedly favorite character tomorrow, or anyway, a hell of a long time later.

For now, she has more interesting things to do, she decides as her mouth slots against Danny’s.

Maybe they can go to bed later.

Epilogue

Colleen’s cellphone rings as they’re a bit past the middle of season two.

Has S2 killed Danny’s spirits or what?

She snorts as she watches Danny murmur under his breath that Robb’s new girlfriend is absolutely insufferable.

No, she replies. Then adds, but he might have gone to check something on the internet and now he’s sad that apparently everyone hates Theon because his struggle was somehow relatable and he didn’t deserve his crappy father or something.

She sends it. Then adds, ah, and he’s glad Jon’s finally ran into a girl who likes him.

She doesn’t have to wait for long for the next reply, which is -

When he’s done moping, you can tell him he has excellent taste in characters.

Okay, sure thing -

Jon Snow, I mean, arrives separately a moment later.

Well, she hadn’t assumed he was talking about anyone else, but all right. She informs Danny, who mutters something about Ward also having excellent tastes before dropping his head on her thigh again and voicing his relief that at least they haven’t seen Loras in ages and he doesn’t have to feel creeped out by his face anymore. Or something like that.

If anything, he did admit without a problem that Brienne was awesome, so -

Colleen’s definitely not going to be sorely disappointed by his choices anytime soon.

End. 

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