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drabbles-mc · 10 months

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Someday When It's Over

Horacio Carrillo x OFC

For Day 11 of @narcosfandomdiscord's July Smut Challenge: knock up

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, hurt/comfort, light angst, talks of pregnancy

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Me? Digging out an old OC that I used once and never planned to write more for and giving her the whole gamut of human emotion and experience? It's more likely than you think! real talk though i love these two now i will be staring at the wall thinking about them Special thank you to Ashling for giving me a slew of great brainstorming ideas that led me to this. I owe you my life 😌

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When Carrillo got home and found all of the lights in the house off already, he knew that something wasn't right. Even on the nights when Lina went to bed before he got home, she always left the light on that was just inside the door, a little extra guidance for when he arrived and she wasn’t there to greet him.

He easily maneuvered his way through the pitch-black. He’d memorized the layout of his house a long time ago. Sure, it changed a little bit when Lina moved in and brought her whole life with her, but she didn’t change it so much that it was unrecognizable. He still didn’t have to turn the lights on.

By the time he reached their bedroom, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. He could make out the shape of her on the bed, sheets pulled up over her. She was lying on her side, facing away from the bedroom door. He stepped into the room, shutting the bedroom door behind him even though it was just the two of them in the house. If she was awake and heard it click shut, she didn’t say anything, didn’t move.

Carrillo stripped down out of his fatigues, leaving them draped over his dresser. His footsteps were almost silent on the hardwood floor as he quietly stepped over to the bed. Sliding under the covers on his side of the bed, he slowly made his way closer to the center of the mattress. She still hadn’t moved, and that was how he knew she was still awake. She could sleep through plenty, but not through him getting in and out of bed in the middle of the night. It would always wake her up, cause her to roll and turn so that she was facing him. She’d always grumble at him in a sleepy haze, words that she wouldn’t remember in the morning after she fell back to sleep.

Slowly reaching out, he carefully rested his hand on her hip, thumb tracing lightly over the thin fabric of the bedsheet that was draped over her. Before he tried to pull her back to him, or move in closer to her, he gave her a moment to react, to say something.

Then he heard the shift in her breathing, the way she tried to stifle the unsteadiness of it. A frown pulled at his lips as he gave her hip a reassuring squeeze. “Qué pasó?” he finally said, the words sounding so loud in the room even though he’d whispered them.

Lina sniffled, followed by a deep breath that still shook as she took it in. She didn’t turn to face him, fingers curling tighter into the bedsheet, the only barrier keeping her nails from breaking the skin of her palm. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, devoid of the warm, smooth tone she always had. “Nada.”

Carrillo brought his hand up to her shoulder instead. He didn’t try to pull her, turn her to get her to face him. He just rested his hand there, skin to skin. He kept his voice quiet as he said, “Lina, querida, talk to me.”

“I’m sorry,” her voice cracked as she said it.

He ran his hand up and down her arm. “For what?”

“What if I,” she sniffled, wiping at the tears on her face, “what if I can’t do this?”

Bringing his arm underneath the covers, he slipped it around her waist, finally pulling himself closer to her. “Do what?”

“What if, after everything,” she tried to take a deep breath but couldn’t quite manage it, “what if I can’t…” her voice trailed off, but Carrillo felt the way that her hand grazed over his, the way that her hand rested lightly on her stomach.

He felt the ache starting to spread through his chest as he realized what she was saying. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder before hooking his chin over it. “You can,” he told her gently.

“Is it even fair?”

“Fair?” he repeated back, confused.

“With everything that’s been going on, you know, I don’t…I don’t think it’d be fair. To them.” She paused for a beat. “To us.”

Carrillo took a deep breath as he felt the weight of what she was saying. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, he tried to reassure her. “It won’t be like this forever.”

She leaned into it for a few moments, the feeling of his strong arms wrapping her up and keeping her pulled close against his chest. She closed her eyes, tried to focus just on the sensation of it, the warmth radiating off of him and seeping into her through the thin silk of her nightgown. She could feel each breath that he took and she tried to match it.

“Feels a little endless some days though, doesn’t it?”

He kissed her shoulder again, not wanting to give her the honest answer to that question. It wasn’t anything that she didn’t already know. She watched him, day in and day out, trying to put a stop to everything that was unraveling around them. If there was anyone who understood the way it all felt futile, never-ending, it was him. He had learned how to navigate that, how to push through it. What he wasn’t used to, was hearing her sound that way. He thought he’d seen every color on her, but hopeless was a new one.

He wasn’t good at lying to her. Never had been, something about her brutal honesty, the unwavering softness that always lingered beneath it. It didn’t feel right to try and tell her anything besides the truth. “Some days,” he said, nodding just slightly. “Others?”

“Others…” she trailed off, not sure how she wanted to finish the sentence. After a few moments, she shifted, turning around so that his arms were still around her but now she was facing him, her nose brushing against his as she got comfortable again. “Others I think about,” she reached and rested her palm against his cheek, “what it will be like when it’s finally done.”

“And?” he asked, acutely aware of the way her fingertips felt against his face. “What will it be like, hm?” He ran his hand up and down her back. “Qué piensas?”

A smile was trying to pull at the edges of her mouth, but it wasn’t quite successful. “Horacio.”

“Dime. Quiero saber.” He kissed her on the lips, light and fleeting. “What do you think it will be like?”

“It’ll be quiet,” she said after a few moments. “Good quiet. Easy.” She traced her thumb against his cheekbone. “You’ll be home.” The pad of her finger trailed below his eye, just below the dark circles that seemed permanent there now. “You’ll sleep.”

Carrillo chuckled quietly at that. “I don’t know about that.”

There was a hint of a lift to the edges of her mouth. “Maybe not, hm?”

“What else?” he asked, relief already settling over him as he watched her mood slowly start to shift.

“What else?” she parroted back.

He nodded, forehead grazing hers as he did. “When it’s over, what else? What,” he pulled her a little closer, fingers spreading across her back, “do you want when it’s over?”

She finally smiled, small and soft, but it was honest. She knew exactly where he was going with it. “I know, Horacio,” she said, sliding her hand down so that it was resting against his chest, heartbeat thrumming against her palm.

“Still?” he asked, just to be sure.

She nodded. “Still.”

He kissed her again. “It won’t always be like this. I promise you, one day it will all be over, the mess, the violence. And until then,” another kiss, “I’ll be here, protecting you, and her.”

She let out a quiet laugh at that. Not the sentiment, but the prediction of it all. “Her?”

“Sí.”

She shook her head. “We haven’t even gotten started, Horacio, and you’re already sure she’s going to be a girl?”

He laughed too, low and quiet but still warm. “Si dios quiera.”

She looped her arms around him, bringing her hands to the back of his neck. He felt her run her fingers through his hair, nails raking lightly through the short locks at the nape of his neck. “I love you,” she said, pulling him in for a kiss. When she pulled her lips off his she could see the way he was about to say something, and she beat him to the punch, “And I’m sorry.”

He shook his head at her as he took a deep breath in. “Don’t be sorry. Lo entiendo.”

Her entire body relaxed at that, relief flooding over her. It felt a little insane at times, trying to hold onto the idea of what life could be like later when it was what it was in that moment. Most days she handled it just fine, but other days, when the news played from the television just a little too loud, when the gunshots echoed just a little too close, it got heavy. There was no shame in feeling the weight of it, the conflict of wanting to hope and plan and pray but unsure of how much to do any of it. It felt good to hear someone else understand it, better still that it was the man whose legs were tangled up with hers.

Her face was close enough to his that when she spoke, their lips brushed. “Thank you.”

He kissed her, letting his lips linger for a moment before saying, “I love you.”

She smiled against his lips, knowing he’d been waiting patiently to say it. She kissed him again, not pulling away this time. Carrillo’s lips moved in tandem with hers, one hand staying on the small of her back, keeping her pulled close even though she had no intention of pulling away. The other slid down over her hip and onto her thigh. He grabbed her gently, just enough to pull her leg and hook it over him. Anything just to have her a little closer.

She felt the way that his fingers grazed over her legs, the hem of her nightgown sliding up in the process. Her hand cradled the back of his head as she slowly started to kiss him with a little more intensity. Each time he brought his lips back to hers, she felt a little more hopeful, a little more certain. He had always been a never-ending supply of fire, and she loved him for it in moments like that. Down the road the winds would shift, the way they always did, and she’d remind him how to use that same fire to stay warm, to keep safe, that it was good for more than just burning the world down to start over again. But for now, in that moment as his tongue skimmed the inside of her lip, Lina felt like a fresh start wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Keeping her close, Carrillo quickly rolled them so that she was lying on her back underneath him. She let out a short gasp at the sudden shift, and he could feel her breath against his neck. He caressed the side of her face with one hand, the other pressing into the pillow beside her head to keep him propped up, allow him to be able to look at her the best he could in the darkness of their bedroom. Even if it was too dark to see the details, it was a sight he’d committed to memory by now—the way the long dark waves of her hair cascaded over the pillowcase beneath her, the way that she always had that soft look in her eyes even when the thoughts in her head were anything but.

She loosely hooked her legs around his waist, using them to give herself just enough leverage to push him into a kiss. His hand grazed up her thigh as he kissed her, feeling the way that their switch in position had caused her nightgown to slide up, the lift of her legs making it fall above her hips. He trailed his hand up, fingers carefully tracing over the waistband of her panties.

His lips drifted down to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the column of her throat. He hooked his fingers over the waistband of her underwear, tugging them down until she had to unhook her legs from around him in order for him to pull them off the rest of the way.

He moved slowly, his hand coming back up her leg. Despite the rough feeling of his palm, his touch was extremely soft, careful. His fingers crept until the hit the juncture of where her thigh met her hip, and he could feel the tension building in her body, the slight shifting to try and get something more. He kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder as he lightly grazed his fingertips along her slit, feeling how wet she already was.

When he slid his fingers into her, it was hard for him to think about anything else except the way that she sighed out his name. He felt the way that her body relaxed at the same time that she tried to pull him closer. He kept his rhythm as he pressed kisses against her exposed collarbone, against her chest even though it was still covered by her nightgown. She leaned into his touch every time, always willing to take more if he was willing to give it.

He felt her hands as they rested on his waist for a moment. She waited for him to bring his lips back up to hers before starting to push the waistband of his underwear down past his hips. He didn’t try to stop her, kicking them off the rest of the way once she’d slid them down enough.

He moaned into her mouth as he pushed into her, and she swallowed the sound readily as she kissed him. He raked his fingers along the side of her head until her tangled them into her hair, pulling her into a heated kiss. Intense, but not rough—a fine line he’d learned to walk in the time that he’d been with her.

Lina looped her arms underneath his, fingers splaying across his the expanse of his back. Despite the fact that they were as close as two people could possibly hope to be, she still tried to pull him closer. Carrillo let it wash over him, the fact that no matter what happened, what each day held, they would always try to hold each other closer.

He heard the shift in her breathing as she got closer and closer to the edge, the way each inhale would make it halfway down her throat in a gasp. As his hips moved to keep connecting with hers, he knew that he wasn’t far behind. She cupped the side of his face, the tips of her fingers just grazing the side of his neck as she kissed him, pulling air from him like it was the only way she could breathe as she unraveled beneath him. He matched her energy, forehead pressed firmly against hers as he thrust into her a new more times until he spilled inside of her, hips pinned to hips.

Carrillo kept himself carefully braced over her, enough to stay close, but not leaning so heavily into her that it would hurt. His eyes drifted shut as he focused on the sensation of her gently brushing her fingertips along his cheeks, grazing along his jawline. He felt the rise and fall of her chest as she did so, drastic in contrast to the soft way she was touching him.

“Lina?” he said, voice hardly a whisper as he pressed a featherlight kiss to her lips.

“Mm?”

He rested his forehead against hers. “Te amo.”

She smiled, bringing her hands to his shoulders. “Te amo.”

They carefully shifted back into their former position, each of them lying on their sides facing each other. Carrillo’s hand was still slipped up underneath her nightgown, resting comfortably on her hip while she had one hand against his chest, one hand against the side of his neck.

Lina could feel her eyes starting to grow heavy, a different, much better kind of exhaustion starting to settle over her. Carrillo kissed her forehead, and then her cheek before saying, “It won’t be quiet, you know.”

Her eyes were still closed as she said, “Qué?”

“Even when it’s over, it won’t be quiet. Good, yes, but not quiet.” He pressed a brief kiss to her lips. “Not when it’s all of us here.”

He could feel the way her lips curled into a smile as she rested her face in the space below his shoulder. Something about his certainty when it was coupled with hopefulness made everything else seem to fade away. “I’d give up quiet for that.”

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proceduralpassion · 7 months

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Promise

Day 3 of Narcoctober- Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and whatever song comes up first, that’s your prompt.

Characters: Horacio Carrillo x OC (Kiara Nash)

CW: language, SMUT (lap dance, leg grinding, bj)

A/N: Back at it again with another Narcotober fic. My shuffle song ended up being Promise by Ciara and I feel like I skirted the prompt just a little bit? I went with the general *aesthetic* of the song (known to be a lap dance fave) and the theme alluding to pleasing/devoting to ya mans. Horacio deserves some loving and Kiara is all too happy to give it. Did NOT edit but grammar/spelling errors build character idk. Enjoy!

Kiara’s hands rest on her husband’s back, admiring his frame but also massaging the stress out of his muscles. His head is slanted down towards his desk in their home office, focusing on the papers and maps in front of him.

“It’ll all still be here later, come back to the present,” she coaxed.

Horacio’s just been made the head of the Search Bloc and his discipline to the post is admirable. It was a role he was made for, rising to the challenge from the very first day. It made Kiara proud.

Nonetheless, it was getting late and she wanted nothing more than to spend some quality time with her husband.

His neck rolled, releasing even more tension. His eyes looked to the ceiling and she could tell by the way that he leaned back into her touch that she had got him. His hands eventually peel back from their place pressed against the edges of the desk.

Music could be faintly heard from the living room. Kiara had put in a cassette tape and had been dancing by her lonesome with a glass of wine until she decided she was tired of performing for an invisible audience. Entertaining her husband sounded so much more fun.

His hand blindly reaches for her and she turns him around and lightly tugs on his arm. Horacio follows his wife out in the common area of the living room and smirks, knowing that she’s up to something.

“You weren’t wearing that at dinner, mi amor.”

“I was not,” she confirms with an innocent smile.

She wore spandex shorts and a cropped sweatshirt at dinner, her usual attire she changed into after getting home from a shift at the hospital. Now, she wore his white button down shirt that he had worn earlier to church. Underneath were black double-seam stockings and high-heel stilettos.

When she pulls him closer, his hands find purchase around her waist while hers wrap around his neck. They sway together to the smooth harmonies of the song. He twirls her which garners a giggle and he takes her breath away when he dips her, holding onto her waist and raised leg. When they come back up together, they’re somehow closer than before.

The sultry tones of the next song changes the ambience in the air immediately. Kiara’s eyes veer up into the eyes of her husband. Eyes that have already darkened. She pushes lightly into his chest, sending him towards the couch.

“You’ve been working so hard lately, mi corazon,” Kiara expresses. She leans over him, leaving quaint kisses along his neck. Those kisses punctuate between her next words. “You. Deserve. A. Treat.”

She can see his body continue to relax and unravel as he sinks further into the sofa. She stands upright again and begins swaying to the rhythm. Her hips careen while her hands dally over the fabric of his shirt that she’s wearing. It slowly leaves her shoulders and she can see Horacio’s eyes follow the slipping material. She holds onto it while lifting a leg onto his. She lets him grab on it, letting his hands slide over the nylon fibers of her stockings. And then removes her leg.

Kiara expects an annoyed scowl, but he merely chuckles. His expression is lit with amusement.

“You like to toy with me, hermosa.”

Without missing a beat, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

She continues rolling her hips until she’s sitting low on the coffee table behind her. She raises her leg again and makes a show of removing the garter fastened onto her tights. When she throws it, he catches it without flinch or hesitation. His eyes don’t leave her as he balls the stocking up and tosses it to the side. She’s taking the other off now and kicking off her heels before rising back up.

Horacio’s hand twitches, jumpy with the need to touch his wife. His sigh is light and full of high spirits. His eyes are dark with arousal but also entrancement. It’s a look she sometimes catches him wearing, not privy to the fact that he sometimes finds himself aghast with her beauty.

Kiara spins sensuously, jutting her ass towards him before allowing the white button to slip further from her frame. The straps of her black lacy bra become visible and she turns back to watch his eyes glued to every inch of skin she reveals. His hand rubs himself, finding limited room in his pants as his arousal grows.

The shirt drops to the floor and it’s taking everything for Horacio not to grab her up. Kiara turns back around and continues her strip show, playing with the straps of her bra. She smiles at him, allayed with how every ounce of stress has left his body. The only tension in his body seems to be centered within his pants. She’s enjoying tantalizing him, but grants a bit of mercy by stepping towards him and allowing him to touch her.

His hands immediately grab hold of her hips and she snickers with glee as she stumbles from his tight hold. He keeps her steady and their foreheads press against one another.

Their lips finally meet after all the teasing and she’s powerless against their kiss. He always had a way of paralyzing her with his kisses, sending her to another universe. It’s a kiss that she loses herself in, unaware of how much time has passed. The demand for oxygen necessitates that they separate but their heated embrace is in no way paused. His hands explore everywhere he can touch. Kiara takes off the T-shirt that he’d been wearing since stripping out of his white button down from earlier. When they’re close together again, he can feel her nipples poke through the laced material of her bra.

Soon enough, Horacio’s taking down the straps and blindly reaching back to unclasp the flimsy material. She grinds against his thigh and even through the material of her matching black panties and his slacks, he feels her warmth.

He hums with pleasure with his lips returning first to her lips, but then to her neck, and finally down to her breasts. His tongue swirls around one of her nipples and she grinds further onto him. They work together to remove the rest of the garter and then her panties are the last to go.

He hisses, “You spoil me so much, querida.”

“Always deserved,” Kiara responds. When she lifts up off him, she wastes no time dragging his slacks down and then boxer briefs.

She’s too focused on getting back to his lips and receiving another one of those earth-shattering kisses that she yelps when she feels him cup her. His fingers are delicate as they explore her core, maneuvering with a proficiency that only he has.

Kiara tugs on his lip when their kiss breaks again and she breaks out into a moan when he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves. Not wanting to be out done, her kisses are back to trailing down his body going lower and lower until her head is in his lap.

Throughout their time together, she’s found that there’s nothing quite like how she’s able to make him unravel in roils when she puts him in her mouth. At first, it’s tender kisses but pretty soon, she’s licking up and down his length, and finally taking him fully in one go.

His hisses and groans are a force of nature. There’s nothing like it for her. His left hand is grasping sweetly at her head, guiding her as she takes him further. His right hand finds hers and they clasp together as she continues forward. He’s ready to jump to the ceiling when he feels himself touch the back of her throat.

“Mi amor, mi amor,” he mewls while pulling at her hair. She’s raising up at his insistence and can’t outrun the giggle as he grabs her up the way he’s wanted to all night and lifts her up off the couch.

He utters between breaths, “What am I gonna do with you?”

Kiara grinds on his erection, “You don’t know what’d you do without me.”

Her giggles fill their bedroom when he throws her onto the bed. He stares at her for a moment, taking in her words.

“I truly don’t, vida mía.”

Their love echoes off the walls of their room for the rest of the night. Like always, it ends with Kiara feeling sated and adored and with Horacio grateful and astounded with her presence in his life.

A/N: Love to see Horacio and Kiara in their happily married era. I hope my IWBSS especially enjoyed this treat bc lord knows they deserve some happiness. I picture this taking place not long after Horacio becomes the head of the Search Bloc so their Medellin era before things get tough. Click here if you wanna be added to my taglist! Taglist: @asirensrage @drabbles-mc @supersanelyromantic @mysun-n-stars @ashlingnarcos @narcosfandomdiscord

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narcosfandomdiscord · 10 months

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narcos fandom smut alphabet - finished!

you know what goes really well with summer sunshine and narcos tv rewatches? SMUTTY FIC!

(they put that bisexual lighting on Isabella for a reason, after all!)

this was our first month of prompts over at @narcosfandomdiscord! for every letter of the alphabet, we had two smutty prompts that fanfic writers used for inspiration. 🥰 our group ambition was to create at least one fic per letter—26 new narcos smut fics during the month of July—and we totally smashed it, in large part thanks to prolific work from @salt-is-a-terrible-currency. happy reading!

if you prefer reading on ao3, check out our collection. all fics tagged as #nffalphabet on tumblr. and it's just that simple 🥰

if you have any questions, you can message us on tumblr or join our narcos fandom discord here!

🍰 Prompt List & Fic Masterlist 🍰

July 1 — A — angry sex, anal

Right For Once by @drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x f!Reader, angry sex, 2.3k

Infuriating by @salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, angry sex, 1.5k

Our Man In Mexico by @hausofmamadas — Horacio Carrillo x Andrea Nuñez, angry sex, 2.5k

July 2 — B — blood, bound & begging

Final Warning by @purplesong1028 — Amado x Pacho, bound & begging, 490

Please (with your finger) by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, bound & begging, 1.2k

blood on vacation by @ashlingnarcos — David Barrón x f!Reader, blood, 1.8k

July 3 — C — cuffs, choking

If I go too far by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, choking, 737

mentirosos by @narcolini — Kitty Paez x gn!Reader, cuffs, 1.1k

July 4 — D — domesticity, “don’t make a sound or they’ll hear us.”

Taking Care by drabbles-mc — Diego Ramirez (Narcos OC) x F!Reader, domesticity, 2.1k

Lipstick's smudged by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, domesticity and “don’t make a sound or they’ll hear us", 447

A Few Moments by @purplesong1028 — Miguel Félix/Pacho Herrera, “don’t make a sound or they’ll hear us", 482

July 5 — E — edging, eldritch

The first time I felt a ghost by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, eldritch, 716

July 6 — F — fight or fuck?, friends with benefits

No relationship talk by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, friends with benefits, 422

Unbroken Rules by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x f!Reader, friends with benefits, 2.9k

July 7 — G — gag/gagging, gun play

Paper-thin walls by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, gag/gagging, 361

Whatever He Wants by purplesong1028 — Amado Carrillo Fuentes x Miguel Félix, gun play, 416

July 8 — H — honor bondage, hatesex

Dress blues by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader x Gurney Halleck, honor bondage, 1.8k

THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US by hausofmamadas — Enedina Arellano x David Barrón, honor bondage, 2k

July 9 — I — infidelity, in public

Never meet your heroes by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, in public, 955

Don't Mention It by drabbles-mc — Javier Peña x f!Reader, infidelity and in public, 2.7k

No Strong Suit by purplesong1028 — Miguel Félix x Pacho Herrera, infidelity, 439

July 10 — J — jealousy, "just shut up already"

Unprofessional by drabbles-mc — Walt Breslin x f!Reader, jealousy, 4.3k

A bad idea by @artemiseamoon — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, jealousy, 2.3k

The ring by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, jealousy, 1.1k

July 11 — K — knotting, knocked up

Which time? by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, knocked up, 418

Secrets in the night by artemiseamoon — Horacio Carrillo x Original Female Character, knocked up, 3.5k

Someday When It's Over by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x Original Female Character, knocked up, 2.8k

July 12 — L — luxury, lingerie

Eres guapa by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, lingerie, 544

Desire by artemiseamoon — Enedina Arellano x Original Female Character, lingerie and luxury, 3.9k

Round-trip Ticket by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x Original Female Character, lingerie, 7.7k

July 13 — M — mirrors, "make me forget (all about him/her/it/them)"

Another brick in the wall by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, make me forget, 812

Favors Owed by drabbles-mc — Maria Elvira x gn!Reader, make me forget, 2.7k

Like Old Times by artemiseamoon — Judy Moncada x Original Female Character, mirrors, 1.4k

July 14 — N — nipple play, "no one does it like you"

No One Like You by drabbles-mc — Javier Peña x f!Reader, no one does it like you, 2k

Sore by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, nipple play, 580

July 15 — O — on all fours, one night stand

Cascade by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, one night stand, 580

July 16 — P — praise kink, pulling hair

Dress blues, pt 2 by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader x Gurney Halleck, praise kink, 404

July 17 — Q — quiet (or trying to be), quickie

Sweet, sharp, addictive by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, quiet (or trying to be) and quickie, 464

July 18 — R — role reversal, ruined

Bad Guy Treatment by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x f!Reader, role reversal, 3.8k

What is she to him by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, ruined, 444

July 19 — S — submit, "say my name"

Stoke the flames by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, submit, 387

July 20 — T — trapped together, tied up

On company time by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, trapped together, 574

July 21 — U — upper hand, underwater

The Weight of It All by drabbles-mc — Walt Breslin x Sal Orozco, underwater, 2k

he keeps his rules. you keep him. by ashlingnarcos — Horacio Carrillo x gn!Reader, upper hand, 1.1k

Polkadots by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, underwater, 359

July 22 — V — virginity (loss or roleplay), video

Off the Backburner by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x f!Reader, virginity, 4.1k

In this moment of pretend by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, virginity roleplay, 435

July 23 — W — "we probably shouldn't do this", worship

Stay A Little Longer by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x f!Reader, "we probably shouldn't do this", 1.5k

Lunch break daydream by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, "we probably shouldn't do this", 497

July 24 — X — exhibitionism, exes having sex

It's complicated by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Helena, exes having sex, 971

Not Yours Anymore by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x Original Female Character, exes having sex, 3.2k

no witness by ashlingnarcos — Walt Breslin x f!Reader, exes having sex, 2.4k

July 25 — Y — yearning, "you look good like this"

Superman (4) by @garbinge — Javier Peña x f!Reader, "you look good like this", 5k

Lost Time by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x f!Reader, yearning, 2.9k

If he closes his eyes by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, yearning, 442

July 26 — Z — zipper, zeal

Things Like That by drabbles-mc — Danilo Garza x f!Reader, zipper, 2k

Zealot by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader and Nathan "Cable" Summers from Deadpool x f!Reader, zeal, 4k

(note: we hit the link limit on this post so from now on, links will be to fics + to authors on their first appearance.)

#narcos mexico #narcos #narcos imagine #narcos fanfiction #nffalphabet

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FANFIC

✸ ONE LAST SECRET OF DESOLATION | Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham (Fic in a Box 2023)

✸ SO MUCH FOR MY NINE LIVES | David Barrón & Benjamín Arellano Félix (Narcoctober 2023 - Day of Horror)

✸ HARD TO HATE UP CLOSE | Andrea Núñez & OC! Julián “Bugsy” Barrón Corona (Naroctober 2023 - Day of Monsters)

✸ THE OCCUPATIONAL HAZARDS OF LIVING | David Barrón & Rustin “Crash” Cohle & OC! Ziggy Morenas & OC! Ernesto “Chato” Quintana Colmenaro - Nmx/True Detective Crossover (Narcoctober 2023 - Day of Cross Pollination)

✸ TO LIVE AND LEAVE FAST | Andrea Nuñez x Horacio Carrillo (Naroctober 2023 - Day of Surprises)

✸ IN DEFENSE OF WONDERBREAD WHITE | Eureka! Character Moments - Analysis of garbinge’s Foldin’ Clothes (Narcoctober 2023 - Day of Support)

✸ TU CÓMPLICE | Ismael "El Mayo" Zambada x Benjamín Arellano Félix (Narcoctober 2023 - Day of Firsts)

✸ WHAT’S WAITING DOWN ZUNI ROAD | Gabrielle Castillo x Ignacio “Nacho” Varga (Mayans/BCS Crossover - Rarepairs Exchange 2023)

✸ OUR MAN IN MEXICO | Andrea Nuñez x Horacio Carrillo (NFF Smut Alphabet, July, 2023 - ✷ ✷ 18+ NSFW ✷✷)

✸ ONLY GOOD FOR A GOOD TIME | Isabella Bautista (heavily implied Isabella x Enedina Arellano Félix - ✷DRIVEL DRABBLE)✷

✸ THIS IS WHY THE EARTH EATS THE DEAD | Rafa Caro Quintero x María Elvira

✸ EVERY ALLEY IN MEXICO HAS ITS OWN GHOST | David Barrón x Ramón Arellano Félix

✸ GONE. LIKE THAT. | Mika Camarena & Connie Murphy (Narcos/Narcos Mexico AU)

Dinarrón:

✸ CHASING GHOSTS AND CHOICES | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix x Claudio Vasquez (Narcoctober 2023 - Day of Life)

✸ THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (NFF Smut Alphabet, July, 2023 - ✷✷ 18+ NSFW ✷✷)

✸ ALWAYS SHORT TO THE GATE | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (Candyhearts Exchange 2023)

✸ OJITOS ANOCHECIDOS | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (aka Dinarron, ft. AU Barron)

#masterlist #fanfic

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The Proposal - Horacio Carrillo

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x OC

Warnings: None!

Summary: The Colonel is in love and needs the world to know.

Note: 130 days later I'm back and posting again! soft!Carrillo fucks me UP. Here's another snippet from the relationship of Horacio and Nat. Wrote this while my internet was down and I couldn’t do my work - perks of working from home!!

The proposal was bound to happen sooner or later, Natalia just wasn’t expecting it that soon. But it was to be expected. Horacio was a traditional man, catholic - to an extent - and was determined to do things right by her.

“Five more minutes isn’t too much to ask for, Sargent Major” Natalia grumbled into her boyfriend’s pillow. She had ended up draped across both sides of the bed after she had clung to Horacio as he rose for the day, trying to convince him to keep her warm for “just a bit longer”. Of course, she was no match for the Colonel’s strength as he had easily maneuvered himself out of her grasp, leaving her with a quiet chuckle and a kiss on the head before heading to the kitchen. That was half an hour ago.

“You’ve had ‘five more minutes’ three times now. Get up.” And suddenly the curtains were open, and the duvet was on the floor. The groan she let out was anything but attractive, dramatic, and childish were two words that sprung to Carrillo’s mind. “I’m heading out the door in 15.” He sounded bored, frustrated even, but there was a slight smirk on his face he reserved only for her.

With another yawn and a stretch Natalia finally decided to face the day. Making her way to the kitchen she stopped in the doorway to admire the sight before her.

“Damn I’ve got good taste in men.” Horacio turned slightly from where he was brewing the pot of coffee and gave her a small smile.

Natalia made her way over and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s middle, placing a quick kiss to the back of his shoulder, “I love you.”

“I know.” Came his reply.

She pulled back in mock offensive and slapped his shoulder, “Excuse me?! This is the part where you tell me you worship the ground I walk on.”

Carrillo let out a laugh and handed her a cup of coffee, “Drink this, querida, wake yourself up.”

“You are such an ass.” Her eyes followed him around the dining room gathering his things he’d need for the day. Truth be told she lived for moments like this. When it was just her and Horacio. Doing normal couple things. Teasing. Drinking coffee. Getting ready for work. “I think we should get a cat.”

That got his attention, he glanced up with a furrowed eyebrow, “We’re not getting a cat.”

“Give me one good reason why not? Imagine having a furry child to come home to every night! The cuddles, Horacio! The cuddles…”

“No cat.“

“First you don’t love me and now you won’t let me get a cat. Don’t come to me expecting sex any time soon.” She blew a raspberry when he made eye contact. Men.

He grabbed his things and made his way to the front door, stopping in front of his lover, “Be safe today please. I’m not going to be around.” He leant down to capture her lips in a firm kiss, “There’s chicken that needs to be used for dinner so don’t go ordering takeout if you make it home first,” another kiss, “I love you. A lot. Never doubt that.”

“I’ll see you tonight,” came the suddenly breathless reply, he had a way of making her just that, breathless.

A final kiss, a knowing look and he was out the door.

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“What happened to no takeout-”

“Shit!” Nat jumped at the voice from behind her, too engrossed at some old sports replay she was watching, “Jesus, Horacio you can’t just sneak up on people like that.”

He leaned over the back of the couch and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek, “Sorry, mi amor.” He came around to sit beside her, taking her fork and stealing a bite of the food in front of her. Feeling her glare Horacio turned to Natalia, “What?”

“I got you your own, it’s on the bench. Stop stealing mine.”

He laughed and went to retrieve his container of food, still warm – Nat hadn’t long been home, “I saw Peña on my way out, said you didn’t want to get a drink with them. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine. Just a long day. Wanted to get home and forget about things for a while.” He could hear it in her voice how tired she was.

“Hence the takeout?”

“Hence the takeout.” She confirmed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She smiled at him and shook her head slightly, “I’m okay, Horacio. Really.”

She turned her attention back to the sports she wasn’t able to follow. Horacio took the time to admire her. It didn’t happen often, him being home before she had dragged herself to bed. Almost a year ago, when Carrillo had first realized the DEA Agent had taken an interest in him, he was surprised to say the least. He hadn’t welcomed her with open arms when she first arrived in Colombia. ‘Another fucking gringo’ he had thought when Peña had introduced the two.

But time passed and no matter what shit was thrown her way, she had remained kind. Horacio had mistaken her kindness for naivety and innocence for the first few months. That misconception was soon put to rest when he saw Nat hold her own out in the field.

Her kindness was the first thing that drew him to her. One night she had found him slouched over his desk in his office mulling over some paperwork as she was making her way home for the night, she left to her car, drove to the only takeout that was open at that ungodly hour and went back to the sulking Colonel with a hearty meal. He had declined at first, but she had sat in the chair opposite him and guilted him into eating it before she left for the night, adding in very much exaggerated yawns to get him to comply. After that, she always made sure to bring leftovers into work with her and leave them for Horacio. They began to share dinner, which turned into sharing small talk, and then stories from the past, and finally sweet, private kisses. For the first time in many years, the oh so serious Colonel had let himself feel, and let himself fall.

Horacio was brought back to the present by a soft blowing on his face, he looked up to see his partner smiling softly at him, “What’s on your mind, Carrillo?” She still insisted on calling him Carrillo a lot of the time, it grew on him. He stared at her warmly.

“Marry me.”

Nat froze, fork midair, “What?”

Horacio nodded more to himself than anyone else, “Marry me, Natalia. I love you. You love me. I don’t want anybody else.” He gestured between them and to the room around them, “This is what I want. I want you. Forever.”

There was a beat of silence between them. Carrillo went to speak again but was abruptly cut off by lips pressed to his own, he gained his composure quickly and laughed into the kiss.

“You really wanna marry me?” She asked timidly. Horacio kissed her again before replying, “I really do, mi amor.” He gently pushed her away and stood, signaling for her to stay put for a second. He walked out of the room and returned a moment later, kneeling in front of her.

“Believe me when I say this isn’t how I planned on asking, but I’ve had this for a while,” he opened the little, velvet box and took out the delicate ring, holding it in front of his love. “Natalia de la Vega. Will you marry me?”

She leant down, cupping his face in her hands, softly stroking below his tired eyes, “Of course I’ll marry you, Horacio.”

He grinned and pushed himself up to meet her for yet another kiss. And another. And a third, “Here put this on.” The usually brooding and calculated man fumbled as he tried to get the ring on to the finger of his new fiancé.

The couple admired it for a second, Horacio placing a soft kiss to her hand.

“I love you, Horacio.”

“And I love you.”

A comfortable silence fell between them.

“Does this mean we can get a ca-“ “No cat.”

#horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo x reader #horacio carrillo x oc #horacio carrillo x you #narcos #narcos imagines #narcos x reader #my husband #is alive #fight me

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chick-from-nz · 4 years

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Kiwi Chicks’ Masterlist

Paper, Scissors, Rank: (Horacio Carrillo x Army!OC, modern AU)

updated sporadically (will be updated in 2023)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

#Masterlist #paper scissors rank #horacio carrillo x oc #horacio carrillo #narcos fanfic

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cregan-starks · 3 years

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B E H O L D E N

Summary: Beholden follows Agent Magnussen’s journey with the DEA during the War on Drugs, spanning from Félix Gallardo’s reign in Mexico to Escobar and the Cali godfathers in Colombia, and beyond.

Ao3 | Inspo | Headcanons

MEXICO

Prologue: Leyenda

Chapter 1: Colibri

Chapter 2: Rookie

Chapter 3: Taquito

Chapter 4: TBA

AUs

Lacuna [Javier Peña x OC]

END THE WAR ON DRUGS: Equity Organization & Drug Policy Alliance

#narcos fanfic #narcos mexico fanfic #narcos nexico #walt breslin x oc #walt breslin/oc #walt breslin x reader #walt breslin/reader #ismael el mayo zambada #amado carrillo fuentes #pacho herrera #javier peña x oc #javier peña/oc #javier peña x reader #javier peña/reader #steve murphy #horacio carrillo #eduardo sandoval #tori's beholden #tori's masterlist

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shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years

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Masterlist

AO3 HERE

Star Wars

Narcos Masterlist

Triple Frontier

Marvel Verse

Oscar Isaac

Pedro Pascal

Video Games

Anime

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garbinge · 3 years

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Garbinge Masterlist

All works are 18+, minors do not engage.

Fandoms below the cut: Mayans MC, SOA, MCU, The Punisher, Bridgerton, Outer Banks, Narcos, Stranger Things, The Last of Us, The Bear, and The Mandalorian, The Rookie, and 9-1-1.

Requests are open!

📖 - Multi-chap/ Multi-part

Mayans MC:

📖 Contaminated - Dad!Bishop Losa & OC Lara Losa / Angel Reyes x OC Lara

Seen - Dad!Bishop Losa & OC Lara Losa / Angel Reyes x OC Lara

Family Night - Ez Reyes & Angel Reyes & Sister!OC Manny Reyes

Break in - Bishop Losa x OC Manny Reyes

Cold - Nestor Oceteva x Galindo!Sister Reader

📖 Minimum Wage - Nestor Oceteva x Galindo!Sister Reader (Pt 1)

📖 Commission Job - Nestor Oceteva x Galindo!Sister Reader (Pt 2)

Stranded - Angel Reyes x EZ Reyes x Platonic!Reader

📖 New Years Resolutions Pt 1 - Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

📖 New Years Resolutions Pt 2 - Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

The Odds of a Jawbreaker - EZ Reyes x OC Julia ‘Jules’ Silva

Pottery - Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Sister OC Cynalena ‘Cyn’ Reyes

Prank Wars - Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Moving Day - Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Platonic!OC Andrea Baros Motion Sick - Angel Reyes x F!Reader Mistakes - Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & OC Rosario Reyes Tribute - Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & OC Manny Reyes

Country Shit - Gilly Lopez x F!Reader Nice but Bad - Angel Reyes & Emily Thomas

Wanderlust - Angel Reyes (Mentions of OC Isabeth ‘Izzy’ Flores) Believe it or not - EZ Reyes x Nestor Oceteva

SOA:

Best Friend - Opie Winston x Teller!Sister Reader

Home - Jax Teller x F!Reader (Pt 1)

Riding with Angels - Jax Teller x F!Reader (Pt 2)

📖 Charming Life - Opie Winston x Teller!Sister OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller / Jax Teller x Gemma Teller x Teller!Sister OC Joanne Teller

Ivy Coated Castle - Opie Winston x Teller!Sister OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller

Fairytale - Jax Teller & OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller / Tara Knowles & OC Joanne Teller / Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller

Graduation Day - Jax Teller & OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller / Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller (Also in fic: Bobby Munson, Clay Morrow, Gemma Teller, and Tig Trager)

A Very Ugly Tie - Jax Teller & Teller!Sister OC Joanne Teller

Flower Crowns - Happy Lowman & Daughter OC Scarlett Lowman

Chalk Drawings - Happy Lowman & Juice Ortiz & Platonic!Reader Jax Teller & Teller!Sister Reader Opie Winston x Teller!Sister Reader

Picnics - Juice Ortiz x F!Reader 📖 Maybe One Day (Pt 1) - Chibs x TellerSister!Reader 📖 But Not Today (Pt 2) - Chibs x TellerSister!Reader Never Okay - Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller Bad Haircut - Opie Winston & OC Joanne Teller & Jax Teller

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

📖 My Best Girl - Dad!Tony Stark & OC Maxine Stark / Steve Rogers x OC Maxine

Festival - (40s) Bucky Barnes x OC Adelaide Redi / (40s) Steve Rogers & Platonic OC Adelaide Redi

The Punisher:

You Owe Me - Frank Castle x Platonic OC Ana Tyler

Synchronized Watches - Frank Castle x Platonic!OC Ana Tyler

Unfair - Frank Castle x OC Georgia Madden

Broken - Franke Castle x F!Reader

Bridgerton:

Already Said Yes - Benedict Bridgerton x OC Samantha Crown

Outer Banks:

When Summer Ends - Topper Thornton x Maybank!Sister OC

Narcos:

In The Midst of Chaos - Javier Peña x F!Reader

Something Borrowed - Javier Peña x F!Reader

What Friends Are For - Steve Murphy x Platonic!Reader

📖 Superhero - Javier Peña x F!Reader

History in a bar - Javier Peña & F!Reader Circles - Steve Murphy x Sister!Reader | Javier Peña x Murphy!F!Reader A Hole In A Shoe - Steve Murphy x Sister!Reader | Javier Peña x Murphy!F!Reader Something Out of the Ordinary - Steve Murphy x F!Reader Stuck Record - Steve Murphy x F!Reader

For Old Time’s Sake - Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader

Foldin’ Clothes - Steve Murphy x F!Reader

Watching Time - Chepe Santacruz x Pacho Herrera

Things I Should Have Said - Javier Peña x F!Reader

Country Store Cherry Chocolate - Steve Murphy & Murphy!Sister!Reader For Old Times Sake - Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader

Stranger Things:

D&D Night - Eddie Munson x F!Reader Running Eyeliner - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

The Last of Us:

Midnight Movie - Tommy Miller x F!Reader

Let Me Come Home - Joel Miller x F!Reader

The Bear:

📖 My Best Friend’s Cousin - Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader / Carmy Berzatto x Platonic!F!Reader (was originally a bunch of individual fics but I’ve combined them into their own multi-chap post). You, Me & Italy - Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader Flower Shop - Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader

The Mandalorian:

The Long Game - Din Djarin x Pregnant!F!Reader

The Rookie:

Clean Cut - Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader

Earthquakes and Promotions - Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader

9-1-1:

Backfired- Eddie Diaz & Sister!Reader

Gilmore Girls:

Jane Austen and a New York Bench - Jess Mariano x F!Reader

Crossovers:

And You? - Jax Teller & Steve Murphy

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Let Me Take You Home

Horacio Carrillo x OFC

Gift for @beecastle as part of the Narcos Fanfiction Exchange 2022

Warnings: language, minor injuries, soft Carrillo feelings

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I let Carrillo have any nice things so here’s a little reprieve for him. 😂 Also, for the next few days all my fics posted on here are gonna be Narcos/Narcos: Mexico fics because I’m cross-posting from the exchange. So be ready for that. I’ve been in full Narcos mode the last few weeks with all of these lol

Narcos Taglist: @garbinge @thesandbeneathmytoes @bruxasolta @winchestershiresauce @sizzlingcloudmentality @alm0501 @panagiasikelia @616wilsons @hauntedforsst @mirabee @buckybarneshairpullingkink @boomclapxox @nessamc @southotheborder @supersanelyromantic @padbrookcottage @mysun-n-stars @raincoffeeandfandoms @bport76 @marrianena @ashlingnarcos @passionatewrites (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, let me know!)

Javier’s voice rang in her head as she drove to the Carlos Holguín base, “He’s fine, promise. But I still think you should come and get him.”

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as she drove. Javier hadn’t sounded all that worried, and that was the only thing that provided her with any sort of reassurance. It wasn’t like Carrillo had ever been the type to reach out and ask her, or anyone, for any type of assistance, even when he probably should have. So she was thankful that at least his coworker, or perhaps friend was more fitting at this point, took matters into his own hands and called.

She’s never really been one to pay too close attention to the news. She tuned in enough to stay updated on the big things, but if she listened for too long she’d always get sad. So for a long time she stayed as detached as she reasonably could. But that all had started to change when she and Carrillo found themselves tangled up together. Now, the easiest way to know if things were going alright with him, was to watch the news. He wasn’t always able to call to provide any reassurance or updates, but the news stations seemed like they were always on top of what was going on with the Search Bloc, and the DEA agents that accompanied it.

The news hadn’t said anything about the raid that had gone on the night before, though. No news was good news, though. Or at least that's what she told herself so she didn't get too worried. If something had gone horribly wrong, someone would've reached out with the bad news by now. So instead of staring at the phone all day, she decided to keep herself busy.

Even with that being the case, the phone call from Javi was more than welcome. She hated how quickly she’d leapt to snatch the phone off the receiver when it rang, allowing it to interrupt her getting ready routine. The initial realization that it wasn’t Carrillo’s voice on the other end of the line put an instant knot in her stomach. But Javi’s reassurance kept her from spiraling out too far.

So now, here she was, parking on the street just outside of the base. Grabbing her purse off the passenger seat, she quickly strode up the walkway. She wasn’t going to run, trusting Javi’s assessment that it wasn’t an emergency, but her pace was more than just a leisurely stroll. She reached up to push her hair back out of her face out of nervous habit, only to realize that the long dark waves were tucked perfectly behind her ears, falling down her back out of the way. Instead, she picked at the strap of her purse as she got closer to the door.

The only thing that got her hands to still, was the sight of Javi on the front steps of the base, cigarette between his lips, hand cupped around the end as he tried to light it. He heard the clicking of her heels on the concrete and looked up, eyebrows lifting in recognition. He wondered if his phone call had interrupted her potential plans for the day, her long, floral sundress was bursting with warm colors and certainly didn’t seem like the kind of outfit she would show up in just to bring Carrillo back home. He finished lighting his cigarette before he addressed her, choosing not to comment on her nice outfit.

“That was fast.”

She laughed, raking her fingers back through her hair as she spoke, “Didn’t seem like something that should wait.”

He held the pack of cigarettes out to her. “This help?”

She shot him a look, but she did contemplate the offer. After a moment, she shook her head. “I just want to see him, Javi.”

“I told you he’s alright,” he said it with a light enough tone, but she still wasn’t convinced.

“I just don’t think,” she nodded in thanks as he opened the door of the base for her, allowing her to walk in in front of him, “that any of you can be trusted to know when something should be a concern or not. That’s all. Nothing personal.”

He smirked as he took the cigarette from his mouth. “Feels a little personal.”

“Where is he?” It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy chatting with Javi, but given the circumstances, banter wasn’t really her priority.

He waved for her to follow him. “Base infirmary.”

Her eyes widened, “I thought you said—”

“He’s fine, Lina. They’re just checking him out, makin’ sure he doesn’t have a concussion.”

She sighed, having no choice but to accept what he was telling her, having to believe that he wasn’t underselling what was going on. “Yea, none of you can afford any head injuries at this point.”

Javi huffed out a laugh, exhaling smoke as he did, “Tough crowd.”

He stopped in front of the infirmary door. He knew that there was no reason for him to go in, and if anything he knew that Carrillo was going to be a little pissed that someone called his girlfriend, so there were plenty of reasons for Javi to head back to the bullpen.

He nodded towards the door. “Go get ‘em.”

She laughed, a knowing look on her face as she prodded him a little bit, “Don’t wanna take the heat for telling me to come down here?”

“Would you?”

She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Thank you, Javi. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” He gave her a smile and a nod before turning on his heel and heading back the way that they came.

One of the nurses heard the footsteps and was getting ready to ask who it was and who they were here to see out of habit. However, when she looked up and saw Lina standing there, recognition flooded her features immediately. She pointed in Carrillo’s direction as she reassured the woman that the colonel would be fine, that he just needed to take it easy for a couple days. It was much more reassuring to hear a medical professional saying it, no offense to Javier.

Carrillo was sitting on the infirmary bed, legs hanging off the side with his back to the door. Lina was thankful for the slight element of surprise. The clicking of her shoes against the tile was the only thing that was giving her away, but he wasn’t turning to face the sound. She wondered how hard he hit his head.

“What’d you do this time, Horacio?” there was a lightness to her voice to let him know that she wasn’t actually accusing him of anything.

He turned to look over his shoulder at her, but not too quickly. A few different emotions flashed across his face in rapid succession. He finally settled on confusion. “How did you…”

She walked over so that she was standing in front of him. “Javi called me. Said that maybe you shouldn’t be driving.”

Carrillo huffed, shaking his head slightly, “Fucking Peña.”

She chuckled, resting her hand on his knee. “Fucking Peña,” she mocked his tone playfully, “was just looking out for you.”

It got a small smile out of him and he put his hand over hers. “I’m fine, querida.”

“That would be much more convincing if we weren’t talking about this in an infirmary.” She studied his face a little closer as he looked up at her, “And also if you had a few less cuts, and bruises coming in.”

“I’m—”

“If I ask the nurse,” she cut him off, knowing his song and dance too well, “is she going to tell me that you most likely have a concussion?” His silence spoke volumes. She smiled, leaning in and softly kissing the side of his head. “Let me take you home, Horacio,” she murmured against his hair.

Despite all of his best efforts to stay stoic while he was on-base, there was something about the softness in her voice and the way that she was touching him that took away his resolve. He let his eyes shut, feeling himself relaxing as he gave in to her request.

“Gracias, querida.”

She pulled away, her smile brightening as she looked at him, finding relief in the act of him giving into her so easily. “Por supuesto.” The joking tone was back in her voice, “Want me to carry you?”

He gave a slight shake of his head, but she could still catch the tiny hint of a smile that was threatening to curl his lips as he stood. “I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

She chuckled to herself as she grabbed his sunglasses off the stand next to the bed. She knew better than to offer him a helping hand again. She rested the sunglasses on top of her head as the two of them walked to leave the infirmary. They stopped for Carrillo to slap his signatures on a few sheets of paperwork, but then they were good to go home.

They walked side by side down the hallway, not holding hands, but extremely close to it. With each stride her hand would brush against his and if they had been just about anywhere else, Carrillo would’ve caught her hand in his own. He was still trying to hold on to his last shred of professionalism though.

Lina could feel the way he was fighting the urge, though, and she didn’t try to stop herself from smiling at it. She was perfectly aware of how Carrillo had to carry himself at work. She understood it, tried to never give him any grief about it within reason. But she knew more than anyone that there was more to him than that. And she loved him for it, for both sides of him.

The two of them walked across the main floor of the base. All of the officers were shuffling around, and Lina was in awe of the organized chaos of it all. She didn’t stop by the base often, but whenever she did it was always busy. It truly was its own little ecosystem.

“Good,” Javi spoke up with a nod when he saw the two of them, “get him out of here.”

Lina laughed but Carrillo didn’t look nearly as amused. “Thank you for calling her, Agent Peña.”

Carrillo was being facetious, but Lina wasn’t as she said, “Appreciate it, Javi.”

“You got it. Hey, Lina,” he paused, waiting for her to make eye contact with him before tossing her Carrillo’s car keys, “don’t let him have these back.”

She chuckled as she caught the keys, immediately tucking them into her purse before Carrillo could try to snatch them away. “Thank you.”

Carrillo sighed, but he knew better than to try and argue with either of them. On a good day, he could win an argument against Javier, but it wasn’t a good day. And to win an argument against Lina he had to have everything on his side, and it was apparent to everyone who laid eyes on him that that wasn’t the case this time. So the two of them conspiring against him together certainly didn’t set him up to be winning much of anything besides being driven home and told to rest.

“You guys be safe too, though, yea?” she looked back and forth between Javier and Steve. Both of them nodded back in confirmation but didn’t say anything in response. She said a quick goodbye to them, Carrillo doing the same, although a bit begrudgingly, and then the two of them started to make their way out of the building.

They were walking down the main strip that led to the sidewalk when Carrillo spoke up again. “I could’ve driven myself home.”

She laughed, looping her arm through his as they stepped onto the sidewalk. “Should you have, though?”

He allowed himself a smile as he pulled open the passenger door, “Hm. Maybe not.”

He let out a sigh as he sat down, letting his head fall back against the headrest. Lina looked over at him for a moment, feeling a tiny pull at her heartstrings at the state of him, but also feeling grateful because she knew how much worse things could’ve gone. He was a little banged up, but it wasn’t the worst shape she’d ever seen him in, it wasn’t anywhere close to the worst-case scenario. He was a little scraped up, his brain a little rattled, but he was going to be fine. In a couple days it would be like none of it ever happened. Still, in that moment as she looked at the exhaustion on his face, the heaviness in his shoulders, she did feel bad.

She slid his sunglasses down, and if she hadn’t been so focused on the road she would’ve seen the amused look that Carrillo shot her way at the sight of her wearing them. It was a rough day, and he was exhausted, but he had never been too exhausted to not notice those types of things. Those were the little things that he had spent so long thinking he wouldn’t have with someone, but there she was, and she didn’t even realize it.

They were about halfway back to her apartment when he said, “Where were you going before Peña called you?”

She glanced over at him for a brief moment before returning her attention to the road. “What?”

He reached over, resting his hand on her thigh. “Your dress. You didn’t dress up to come to Carlos Holguín?”

She chuckled, “No, I didn’t. I was going to meet up with some friends for lunch,” she shook her head, “but I didn’t want to waste time changing.” She paused. “Why?”

His neutral expression shifted into a smile, “It’s nice. You’re beautiful.”

Her laugh was soft, “Thank you. But you can’t sweet-talk your way out of me making you rest. You know that, right?”

He chuckled, thumb tracing back and forth on her leg. “I know.”

She parked in the garage of her apartment complex. Pushing his sunglasses back up to the top of her head, the look she cast in Carrillo’s direction asked the question that she didn’t verbalize out loud. He shook his head, silently reassuring her that he didn’t need any help. She stepped out of the car and waited—he was moving a little slower but it wasn’t as though he was limping, and she took comfort in that.

He leaned against the wall, watching as she slipped the key into the lock of her door. She wasn’t looking at him, but she could still feel him watching her, and it still made her face warm even after so long. She shook her head slightly, but didn’t say anything to him about it.

Lina pushed the door open, tossing her purse off to the side as she walked into the apartment. She carefully set Carrillo’s sunglasses down next to it before slipping out of her shoes. Carrillo watched her go through the motions as he shut and locked the door behind them.

“I’ll grab you some clean clothes and a fresh towel,” her brain had already shifted into caretaking mode, the gears visibly turning in her eyes as she spoke. Her movements were fast, but they were comfortable, like she had done this time and time again. Because she had. “You should shower, really clean out those cuts. Then you can rest. I can make us something to eat.”

“Lina.” His voice was soft, and he gave it a few seconds before he repeated himself, a little louder this time, “Lina?”

She stopped just before she rounded the corner to the hall that led to her room and the bathroom. She raised her eyebrows, “Yea?”

“You don’t have to…” he paused, trying to make sure he picked the right words, “I’m alright. You don’t have to do anything.”

She smiled, leaning against the wall for a moment. “We take care of each other, Horacio. That’s what we do.” There was a brief pause before she continued, soft smile still on her face, “Now come on.”

He chuckled softly to himself as she went down the short hallway and out of sight. Crouching down, he unlaced his boots, leaving them beside her shoes before following her footsteps through the apartment. He walked into the bedroom to find her pawing through the drawer that had been reserved for him in her dresser for the last couple months. She plucked out the comfiest t-shirt and pants that she could find for him, making a mental note to stock up on more of those for him at some point down the road since he wouldn’t do it for himself.

“Here,” she handed the clothes over to him, “There are clean towels on the shelf in there.”

He tucked the clothes under his arm, nodding as he listened to what she was saying. “Thank you.”

She hummed in approval as she reached and gently cupped the side of his face. “Of course,” she leaned in, pressing a long, gentle kiss to his lips, “I love you.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “I love you too.”

Pulling away, she gave him a light nudge towards the door. He didn’t fight her on it, slowly making his way out of the room and into the bathroom. She lingered, waiting and listening until she heard the sound of the water running in the bathroom. Letting out a small sigh of relief, she stripped out of her dress and pulled on a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she made her way back out to the kitchen to get started on cooking.

Carrillo let the hot water scald him. He braced himself against the cold tile wall of her shower, letting the water beat down his shoulders and back. It stung his cuts, and didn’t feel great on the bruises that were beginning to bloom across his body either, but it was necessary. So he let it happen.

When he finally opened his eyes again, he figured it was time to actually shower. He chuckled as he looked at the collection of bottles that were on the corners and edges of her bathtub. Lina had more bottles in her bathroom than Carrillo had had in the last few years combined. He thought to himself for a moment that there was no way that all of them could’ve done things that were all that different. He scanned over the labels until he found one that was just claiming to be body wash. Good enough. If he smelled like flowers for the next day or so, then so be it. Lina was going to be the only one who would know anyhow.

The soap was another round of stinging in the litany of cuts and scrapes on him. None of them were that bad but it definitely brought his attention to ones that he hadn’t noticed before. Like paper cuts in inconvenient places, none of his injuries were life-threatening but they certainly were annoying.

He finished up his shower, getting dressed in the cloak of steam that shrouded the bathroom. He took the towel and wiped at the mirror that had completely fogged up, taking a moment to look at himself. Lina was right about the bruises coming in, marks he hadn’t seen because he hadn’t looked at himself until just now. They’d fade soon enough. They always did. The mirror began to fog up again so he pried himself away from it, hanging his towel on the back of the bathroom door before opening it up.

He made his way to her kitchen, and it never ceased to amaze him just how quickly she managed to make her kitchen smell like a restaurant in the best way. He watched her flit so easily around the small space, music coming in through the mild static of the radio. Spanish melodies flowed off the tip of her tongue quietly but with the same ease she seemed to have with everything else.

She hadn’t even looked at him head-on yet but she still said, “Feel better?”

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a hum and a laugh, “A bit.”

She put a lid on the pot that was sitting on the stove, wiping her hands on the dish towel that was draped over her shoulder. She walked over to him, her head at a slight tilt as she investigated, trying to make sure that he was telling the truth. The change of clothes did wonders, although the bruises were darker now than they had been at the base. She tried not to pay it too much mind as she gently rested her hands flat against his chest.

“You look a bit better.”

He chuckled. “That’s one good thing, then.”

She smiled at him as she reached up and carded her fingers through his still-damp hair. “I like you like this.”

He rested his hands on her hips, a smile threatening to curl the edges of his mouth. “Concussed and held captive in your apartment?”

She laughed, head tilting back slightly as she did. For Carrillo, the sound blotted out all of the chaos of the last twenty-four hours. She shook her head at him as she slid her hands up to rest on his shoulders.

“I like having you home,” she clarified.

He let out a hum of approval, tried not to let it show just how deep of a chord such a simple sentence struck with him. He had never been one to feel at home in places that weren’t really his. And even then, arguably, there were days when his house didn’t feel much like home either. But the fact that Lina considered her space to be his too—that meant something. He wasn’t even moved in but she still referred to it as home for the both of them. What would’ve made him want to turn tail and run if he heard it from anyone else, just made him wrap his arms tighter around her.

She melted into it for a moment, her fingers gently massaging small circles along the base of his neck, feeling the tension dissipate with each small, fluid motion. She turned, pressing a light kiss to his jaw as she breathed him in.

Pulling away, she kissed him briefly on the lips. “Let me finish this,” she gestured back towards the stove, “It won’t be long.” She peeled herself away from him, a smile on her face as she turned and stepped back towards the stove.

He sat down at the small table that was tucked off to the side of her kitchen. The couch would’ve been more comfortable, sure, but watching her was resting his mind more than lying on the couch would rest his body. Every now and then she’d look over at him and flash him a smile, able to look past whatever scrapes and injuries he came home with as long as she knew he’d be alright. It was a skill that Carrillo appreciated.

“Alright,” she spoke as she walked over, a bowl in each hand, “this might not have healing powers but,” she set one down in front of him, “it still tastes really good.”

She sat down across from him, letting out a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been pulling her hair out by any means, but she couldn’t deny how reassuring it was to have him sitting across the table from her. Even with the exhaustion in his eyes, there was still a small, genuine smile on his face. He listened as she cussed quietly under her breath as she stood up, muttering about forgetting drinks as she went and grabbed two glasses for water for each of them. He toyed idly with the spoon in his bowl as he watched her toss a few ice cubes into each glass.

She was watching the water pour from the faucet into the glass when she said, “Yes, Horacio?”

He chuckled, unable to do much else at the fact that she always knew. He shook his head at himself. “Nothing, querida.”

She walked back over, setting down their glasses before reaching and clasping his hand for a moment. “Gotta be more careful with your head,” she joked, “Any more injuries and your staring might start to become a real problem.”

“Hm,” he shook his head at her, “I’ll try to be more careful.”

“Please do.” She pulled her hand back and grabbed her spoon, still smiling at him. “I’d really appreciate it.”

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proceduralpassion · 7 months

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I'm The Sky To You

Day 13 of Narcoctober- Create a fanwork in which a character avoids their canonical death.

Character(s): Horacio Carrillo x DEA!Kiara Nash (AU to IWBSS)

CW: violence, blood, gore

WC: ~1.1K

A/N: Horacio girlies, we up!

Kiara took a deep breath and turned to her colleague and lover, “Any last words?”

A rare smirk colors Horacio’s face before he zips himself back into colonel mode, “I’ll want a drink after this.”

“Obviously,” she supplies. Her stomach gives a low growl, as it usually does when she’s in the thick of incursions. She tacks on, as a result, “Maybe some dinner, too.”

“Done,” Carrillo responds.

She nods and taps back into the radio, getting updates from her DEA companions, Peña and Murphy. They’re back at their usual headquarters after being tipped off about Escobar’s whereabouts. Kiara had been with the Search Bloc on a whim- she was re-questioning some civilians in the neighborhood about some recent signs of cartel violence and met up with them shortly after learning the drug lord’s location from her DEA colleagues.

Her previous experience as a sniper has her setting up shop in a building down the block from where the Search Bloc would be invading. Once her scope is aligned and she’s in a comfortable position, she’s back to radioing in back to Carlos Hoguin.

“Talk to me, guys.”

Steve chirps in, “Bird’s already up in the air. You’ll have any updates from them when we do. For now, watch your six.”

“Always,” Kiara returns.

Seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like seconds. Time’s always an illusion when she’s in these moments because she has drilled into her mind that time will become ceaseless if you worry too much about the miniscule things. She mentally keeps her ear to the ground and physically keeps her eye into the scope. She’s looking at any and everything, because anything out of the ordinary is cause for concern.

She’s not sure how much time passes when she zeroes in on the large truck creeping north in position to the Search Bloc. It’s a little a ways, but it’s driving directly in a way that would eventually cut off the Colombian National police vehicles. Even at its slow pace, it’d be at the intersection in two minutes, tops.

She zaps her radio, “Murph, ask the chopper what’s with the fucking truck?”

Confused, Steve shoots back, “What are you talking about?”

His question is slightly cut off from the officer from the plane, “It’s one of those transport trucks that farmers use to deliver goods to the mercados.”

Kiara ignores the indirect dismissal in his tone and immediately fires back, “Yeah, and that direction is all residential. There’s no reason for it to be coming out of one of the neighborhoods.”

She doesn’t wait for a response, grabbing her rifle and sprinting down the stairs, jumping off of the last four steps because time’s an illusion until it’s not and every second counts.

She’s been that person to ignore her gut. To stay quiet for fear of being wrong. For fear of being berated. To look strife dead in the face and pretend it’s invisible because it’s easier than being bold.

And she could be wrong now. She could go down there, causing a commotion, only for the driver to be some guy on his first night shift who got lost in the convoluting infrastructure of the mountainous urbane. And as she dashes to the Search Bloc officers who have yet to breach the building, she hopes she is wrong. She clears about twenty feet past a random vehicle before it sails into the air in a fiery ball.

Horacio’s eyes had veered into one of the rearview mirrors and it’s maybe a second before he sees Kiara that she’s thrown into the air and lands on the pavement a few feet from where she originally was. He’s out of the car with lightning speed, his mind not even clicking that this was an ambush.

Her expression is desperate and her hand is outheld, which he takes. There’s a slight struggle because he intends to lift her up but she’s pulling him away, almost dragging him towards the sidewalk.

“It’s an ambush.”

Almost like her words were the trigger to a bomb, shots ring out. She’s pulling him even further away and they find cover in a narrow alcove between buildings. They’re sitting ducks within the expanse of the street, almost surrounded from all directions. Kiara and Horacio are shooting in the directions of where they’re most vulnerable, with Horacio killing occupants who’d emerged from the truck and Kiara knocking down shooters from up top. The sound of their bodies hitting the ground below was a nasty squelching she’d probably never forget.

She hears Peña and Murphy on the radio and maybe their words are somewhere processed into her brain but she recalls nothing they say, and screams into the radio, “We’re fucking pinned down. Send help!”

Kiara spots a truck that’s driving towards the chaos and stoops low to run towards one of the few CNP trucks still standing. It’s an easy hundred feet away, but there’s no sirens, so she aims low for the wheels and shoots bullets that pierce its tires and halts its motion.

She’d answer for it later if she was wrong about their identity, but she’s slightly discomforted by the fact that the truck hits the reverse and backs out again.

She feels a rough tug of her arm that pulls her back and her ears ring with the sound of Carrillo’s rifle as he annihilates the perp that would be your killer had you still been standing in your previous spot. He hauls her back off the ground and they rush back into their blind spot.

It’s maybe an instant or two when a dolorous quiet seeps through the air. Most of the shooting’s done.

Trujillo finishes off the last of the sicarios that have neither died nor fled the scene.

Corpses from both sides lay strewn across the street and her only relief is that it wasn’t her or Horacio’s.

She hears the sirens now and realizes they may have already been near for them to get there this quick, but it’s only just now that her mind has processed the sound.

Kiara turns to Horacio, who’s already looking at her. His chest heaves with blood and sweat coloring his face. She didn’t need a mirror to know that she looks just as worse off as him. The pain of her scraped knees and sprained wrist starts to make its presence known as her adrenaline slightly tampers off. Her mind is working overtime with her synapses firing all over the place, what with all the noise, sights, and sensation.

But even then, her eyes don’t leave his.

There’s a million words in his stare right now and somehow, she understands each and every one.

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javierpenaspinkshirt · 4 years

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Masterlist

Javi x Reader

Lawful Good

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five (18+)

Summary: you are a brilliant young lawyer working with the DEA in Colombia. You signed up for disorder, drugs, and danger... but did you sign up for Javier Peña?

Warnings: slight NSFW throughout and 18+ in chapter five. Slow burn. Some angst. Age gap (Reader is of age). Occasional bad language.

Dear Diary

One shot

Summary: written in the style of a diary, you experience the Diarist’s first weeks in her new job and her first encounters with Javi.

Warnings: mentions of NSFW stuff. Completely necessary Carrillo thirst.

Javi x OC

Late Night Feelings

One shot (18+)

Summary: Javi decides to drink away a bad day and meets a young lawyer looking for stress relief.

Warnings: general smuttiness, oral sex (m & f), unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, switch!Javi, pet names, masturabtion, all that good stuff.

Mando x Reader

A Hundred Questions

One shot

Summary: you are a loner looking for escape who joins The Mandalorian and his foundling on their adventures. Feelings are caught and after landing on a faraway planet for the night you spend the evening getting to know your Mando.

Warnings: sickening fluff. A whole load of soft. Some good old fashioned mutual pining.

Be Safe

One shot

Summary: a Reader insert based on Chapter 8: Redemption after Mando is fatally injured by Gideon in the shootout. Reader doesn’t know that IG will save Din and believes that this is their last goodbye.

Warnings: The Mandalorian spoilers! Canon typical violence. Mild descriptions of injury. Blood. Death.

By Force

One Shot

Summary: based on this amazing idea. Mando accepts a force sensitive bounty who turns out to be a lot more than he bargained for.

Warnings: violence (nothing graphic). Descriptions of death. Little bit of soft.

Beyond Doubt

Part I Part II Part III

Summary: A short story mini-series set after the battle with Gideon. Reader travels to Arvala-7 with Din and The Child as you all begin to heal from recent events.

Warnings: none just soft.

Mando x OC

Other Lives (WIP)

Chapter one chapter two chapter three

Summary: as told by a narrator, Mando meets Tee and they bond over their shared experiences. Travelling together they become a formidable team, their abilities complimenting each other perfectly. But nothing perfect can last forever. Set pre-canon.

Warnings: descriptions of violence, descriptions of injury, vague mentions of assault, some angst if you squint a little.

Horacio Carrillo x Reader

House Keys & Cocktail Umbrellas

One shot (18+)

Summary: set pre-Narcos, Carrillo comes home from a week away to find You waiting for him.

Warnings: smut with attempted storyline, oral sex, daddy kink, dom!Carrillo, orgasm denial, edging, swearing, Horacio Carrillo is his own warning, the willful disregard of canon.

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chick-from-nz · 3 years

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Paper, Scissors, Rank (Ch: 10)

CHARACTER/PAIRING: Modern!Carrillo x Army!OC (slowburn?)

WARNINGS: swearing, military talk/slang. Carrillo will not be narcos accurate as this is an AU. Some OC x OC. awkwardly written moments, flippy floppy points of view. OC’s are back baby. Sexaul tones/actions. Swapping between metric and imperial units lol

AUTHORS NOTE: holy hecka team im sorry for how long this took for me to get out, honestly this is just a whole heap of word vomit, barely any plot lol, Ash and Henry are not related so don't worry about anything weird going on, i swear i have an addiction to the coffee cup (IYKYK), might have accidentally repeated a scene from a previous chapter lol. hope y'all enjoy

WORD COUNT: 7k (yeah idk how i wrote this much)

CHAPTER: 10 OF ?

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The week continued without a hitch, while the tension between the two officers continued to grow, the awkwardness that occurred after their last incident never returned, a somewhat confusing signal that to Ash meant that the relationship between the two of them had changed for the better, at least that's what she predicted. She had lost count of the amount of times her mind had wandered back to the steamy moment in the kitchen,that and she often woke from her dreams wound up and teetering on the edge of release. She almost wished she had had the guts to push the bounds of the relationship and defile the kitchen that day, but she was sure that with the ever mounting tension between them that one day her wish might just come true

The outside loop of the property had become her best and latest distraction. Every morning she woke at the crack of dawn to run at least a few laps of her personally carved out track, exhausting both mind and body and taking her thoughts off the hunky officer that she shared a house with. While the runs were a peaceful place to clear her mind she couldn’t deny that her thoughts would reflect on the small moments shared between herself and her commanding officer since their jarring encounter in the kitchen. From the subtle brush of his hand against hers when she’d deliver him one of his many coffees throughout the day, to the soft wandering touch of his fingers along her hip as he made his way round her in the kitchen to grab something, each little thing seemed to have a more than professional meaning to the young officer now, it was as if there was an unspoken agreement that a line had been crossed, but neither one of them was ready to push the boundary to the extent they had once before, something that both frustrated and baffled her to no end.

It was times like now, as she was running meters deep in the tree line, dodging branch after branch, that she wished she had the courage to go back in the gym. Her body still had tremors whenever she thought of working out, it seemed, much to her dismay, that the assault many weeks ago in the base gym had scared her to her core, an upsetting thought at that.

Shaking herself from her thoughts Ash urged her legs to move faster, running at a speed akin to her level before the assault, many things were taken from her that day, the biggest loss she found was her fitness. There was nothing Ash loved more than working her body to the point of exertion and then pushing it just that little bit further, now she was lucky to even get half of her usual routine in before she was crouched in the grass hurling up whatever was in her stomach, or clutching her side that was sparking in varying degrees of pain depending on the day.

Head spinning and stomach clenching she made her way back to the house at a moderate speed, only slowing when she had to key in her code to the front door to make her way inside. She made quick work of showering and getting ready for the day before heading to the kitchen to put a pot of coffee on and wait for the Colonel to get up for his day, something that was now a comforting routine for her. It seemed, like most mornings, that Ash would not be waiting long for her commanding officer to make an appearance from his office.

It was as if the smell of coffee brought the aforementioned man from his room, as a mere few moments after the first cup was poured he graced Ash with his presence. The joys of living away from the rules and regulations of base and being the commanding officer of his own unit meant that the dress standards of a regular operation did not apply for the currently unnamed task force he had in play. While ranks and marks of respect were still very much ingrained in the team, albeit questionably with the junior officer currently in his presence, the standards he once held so high were relaxed in this environment. The states of dress were not complete uniform or daily working rigs, but instead were that of an office rig. While their boots were still polished to the highest of standards and their pants ironed pristinely their working shirts were foregone and replaced with that of a dark green t-shirt with the insignia of their respective ranks printed on the right side of their chest and ‘army’ printed on the left side of their chest.

While many of the force would remark that every soldier looked their best in the ceremonial dress uniform above all else; Ash would say that she much preferred this look on the Colonel. While he still carried the grace and posture of a man who earned his rank it was nice to see him in a seemingly more relaxed state, although Ash was sure that would change when the rest of the team arrived and their sanctity of peace would be interrupted when the work actually came rolling in.

She greeted him with a warm smile, holding his fresh cup of coffee out towards him, while her traitorous mind briefly wandered back to the way he had pressed her against the bench and lit the spark to the now raging fire within her days ago. Ash could not conceal the small delighted shiver that wracked her body when his hand briefly covered her own while he procured his cup, nor could she deny the rush of heat that trickled out from where their bodies touched to where she craved it most. She might have thought it embarrassing, if not for the expression on Carrillo’s face which could only be described as a look of pure unadulterated primal desire that he was so obviously trying to suppress.

They worked together in comfortable silence, both knew the routine for breakfast like the back of their hands by now, not much had changed since they had first stepped foot in the house nearly five weeks ago, yes Ash had finally healed and yes there was some odd relationship escalating between the two of them, but nothing felt more right to her than standing side by side with the notorious Colonel Carrillo cooking breakfast and stealing fleeting lust filled glances at him when she was positive she wouldn’t get caught, despite secretly hoping she would.

Ash was first to finish breakfast which was not an unusual feat, whether it from eating ration packs and questionable food for weeks on end in training or just due to the fact that the food Carrillo cooked was some of the best she’d ever had, there was never a meal where food was left on her plate; hungry or not the food was always demolished, his cooking was just that good. Ash gathered her plate and started on the clean up, it was in how she was raised that the cook never did the washing up so with that she never allowed the handsome Colonel help out once he was finished, something he used to protest but now just brushed off with a thankful smile before he grabbed what was left of his coffee and left to his office without a trace.

This morning however went a little bit differently from the rest. Instead of standing from his chair to take his leave Carrillo rounded the bench to stand opposite Ash, while there was maybe a few feet of space between them she was now hyper aware of his presence. If he were to step just that little bit closer to her she could perhaps throw caution to the wind and enact her deepest fantasy; determining how tight of a grasp he really had on that control of his. As if sensing her thoughts the Colonel took a step closer to her. For a moment she dared not breathe, least that be a give away to what she was really feeling, her heart was beating in an erratic melody inside her chest, threatening to burst out and proclaim its desires to the man in question.

Ash jumped when a hand came to rest on the small of her back, it being the last thing she had expected to happen. The searing heat of his palm seeped through the thin layer of her shirt and burrowed deep within her muscles relaxing her more than she'd care to admit. She shot him a wide eyed questioning glance as he settled against her side, a raised brow and a brief half smile was all she got in return as he took a sip of what was left of the coffee in his right hand.

Ash tried to act nonchalant but internally she was battling her thoughts, she was unable to determine if there was some ulterior motive behind his actions or if he was genuinely interested in her but if the rumour mill was anything to go by, he was not the kind of man to fuck around with someone for a selfish reason. Ash just wished there was a way where she could get some kind of definitive reaction from him so she could finally sus out his true motive, what reaction she wanted she wasn’t quite sure but anything was better than their subtle touches and nearly there encounters.

So lost in the mess that was her own thoughts Ash failed to recognise the almost pained thoughtful look on the officers’ face before he closed the rather small gap that was already between them, their bodies now seamlessly slotted against each other in a way that was intimate in ways it shouldn’t be, but craved secretly by the both of them. He was testing boundaries he wasn’t quite sure still even existed between them, he was just far too cautious to step a foot in the wrong direction and make the younger officer uncomfortable, he needed her on the team more than he needed her to be his; at least that's what he told himself.

Ash did not flinch nor shy away from the comforting weight of him against her side, not even when his hand lifted from its welcomed position on her lower back so he could reach around her left side to grab at the coffee pot. It was a move that made Ash want to so desperately cuddle up into his side while his arm was around her like that, there was just something about the quiet confidence and deliberate softness of his actions that drew her in more each day. With a calculated movement he drew his arm back towards himself, stepping briefly away from her to finish pouring his now fresh cup of coffee before once again reaching behind her to replace the glass pot back to its original spot.

Ash felt rather than heard him turn around to lean his back against the bench, she had refocused herself onto the task at hand to not let herself get carried away with the ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’ behind his actions. He was a man of very few words but the intent and weight behind his actions was always methodical and intentional, that was perhaps the only thing that Ash could rely on to find some truth behind his actions. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time she was washing the dishes, the heat of his eyes travelled the length of her body multiple times, stopping in the odd place here and there before continuing on their path. It was now as she was finishing up the final few utensils that she felt his eyes on her face, she felt her face heat up at the thought, no doubt blushing a deep shade if the small huff of amusement from her right was anything to go by.

Ash didn’t glance his way until she felt a few short taps against her hip, when she did glance his way she nearly choked on her own spit. His feet were outstretched with one ridiculously glassy boot hooked over the other, accentuating the length of his legs and showing just how well he filled out the fatigues, in more than one place. His hips were resting against the edge of the bench with his left palm flat on the countertop, coffee cup discarded just a few centimeters away. The way his arm bent accentuated the unbridled strength beneath the skin that was toned from all those years of vigorous work. She was unsure how a man could look so intimidating yet enticing at the same time, all she knew was that if she was given the chance she would let this man further into her life in a heartbeat. When her eyes finally made their way to his face she was met with a smirk and an amused glint in his eye, there was absolutely no denying she had been caught checking him out, but at this point she was beyond hiding it. In the half second she took to admire his face he was already speaking, though she never heard a word of what was said because she was too caught up in the rich honeyed colour of his eyes. It was only when he tapped her hip once more than she snapped out of her trance.

“Ash” he spoke softly, the tone commanding yet captivating, drawing her in, “I’ll be in my officer working on posting forms for the team if you need me..” he trailed off for a moment, seemingly deep in thought before adding “for anything, anything at all” with a flirtatious smirk and a well timed wink. He grabbed his cup off the counter before strutting off in the direction of his office, leaving a stunned wordless Ash standing in the kitchen mouth agape and staring in his direction.

“God do I need you. In my bed. Naked.Preferably” Ash muttered under her breath, silently thanking the gods that the man the comment was directed at had already departed leaving her to run her mouth uncontrollably, like she tended to do around the Colonel. Taking a shaky breath and picking up the dishes to place them away in their respectful places Ash felt her mind wander. There were many a time she had woken from dreams of being pressed against the kitchen counter or his desk while he was balls deep inside her whispering sweet nothings in her ears, but now these little flirty moments were making her want to act on the situations, no matter how unprofessional that may be. She stood up straight from putting a cup away under the counter and was struck with a wave of dizziness, suddenly wary she made her way to the couch lowering herself slowly before closing her eyes to let the room settle. More tired than she though she was she felt herself drift off slowly, this time not fighting it, she definitely needed the rest.

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The Colonel had to admit to himself that he was getting more and more worked up around the stubborn young officer he resided with. Whether it from her lust filled glances she threw his way when she thought he wasn’t looking, to the subtle fleeting touch she would grant him when handing him files or a new cup of coffee. Each and every little touch and smile she threw his way was getting under his skin, and as much as he prided himself on control and professionalism, he wasn’t sure how much longer each was gonna last around her. There was just something about her that drew him in and made him want to throw out the years of by the book work he had done just for what could be the most rewarding relationship he would ever have.

He had left the kitchen warm all over from her touch, even the briefest brush against her side had been enough to heighten the ever mounting feelings he had for the girl, lust or otherwise. Deciding that doing paperwork in such a worked up state would only serve to make him more frustrated he decided that a workout in the home gym was exactly what he needed, it had already been a few days since his last workout and after cooping himself in his office it was definitely what he needed. As he made his way from his room intent on making it to the gym unnoticed his attention was drawn elsewhere. A soft sleepy sound came from the couch, too quiet for him to hear at this distance so he made slow quiet steps closer, not wanting to make a noise and accidentally wake the sleeping soldier who most definitely needed the rest.

Creeping closer to the noise just might has been his downfall, for when he got closer he noticed the frazzled state the girl was in. she was sweating and rolling round on the couch, seemingly uncomfortable, but just as he went to wake her. He froze. What he heard made his heart race, stomach dip and shorts become uncomfortably tight. The quietly moaned “Carrillo. Sir, please. Harder'' that escaped the sleeping girls’ mouth might have been the sweetest sound he’d heard his whole life. He let out a slow drawn out breath in an attempt to recenter himself, if anyone asked if he was affected by the words that tumbled out her mouth he would deny it at all cost, but his physical reaction to such words was something he couldn’t hide. Grunting lowly as he readjusted himself in his shorts he knew he needed to leave the room, the gym was now calling his name, as was the young officer on the couch before him, but that was a thought he needed to expel from his brain. He spun on his heel and headed for the gym, jamming his headphones in his ears and selecting one of the many pre-made workout playlists he had saved, he needed to focus on something other than the sweet sounds that fell from Ash’s mouth and the very prominent erection he currently had. Losing himself in a workout was the only way he knew how, so thats exactly what he did.

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Ash was pretty sure she was stuck in a dream loop when the sounds of her dreams were suddenly plaguing her reality. Muted grunts and groans were echoing throughout the house, bouncing from one wall to the next and sending delighted shivers down her spine and a flurry heat straight to her core. She sat up abruptly, taking in her surroundings, there was only one or two places noises like those belonged, the gym or the bedroom, and given Carrillo’s bedroom door was wide open and she could see that the room was empty it clued her in to the fact that he was in the gym. The sudden bombardment of impure thoughts that clouded her now very awake brain were distracting to say the least, how often did one wake from a dream like she just encountered only for the exact scenario to practically be playing out in reality, whatever force was egging her on really knew how to play on her desires.

Ash pushed up off the couch and wandered towards the gym on shaky legs, whether from the residual gratifying feelings of her dream or the current overwhelming sounds coming from the direction she was heading, she knew she had to get a grip on her feelings before she did something that could be considered dangerous. If Ash didn’t know there was a gym in their current residence she was sure there would be a string of jealousy coursing through her veins right now, the varying depths of the grunt and groans were a melody to her ears, ones she wish she could hear in another kind of physical situation. When she reached the open archway of the gym it was like all the air was sucked from her lungs, the sight before her like a devious punch to the gut.

From where she was standing she had the utmost perfect view of the most virile man she’d ever seen. Drenched in a layer of sweat and huffing out the occasional grunt was Carrillo, delectably shirtless allowing Ash to drool at the tantalizing display of raw strength as the muscles bunched and twisted under his skin. There was no man on earth that could make bench pressing two hundred pounds look as easy as the Colonel did, the bulge of his biceps and bunch of his pecs as he brought the bar down had Ash subconsciously squeezing her legs together at the feelings it invoked in her, no man had the right to be that enticing, neither did the veins in his arms, which somehow seemed to become more prominent after each pass of the bar. Ash was glad for the fact she was leaning against a door frame for she was sure she would have either been on the floor or mounting the man before her if that was not the case.

Ash only knew she had been staring too long when the room suddenly went quiet, so far in a hormone filled trace she had failed to notice her commanding officer stop exercising for a moment and sit up and watch her from his position. She felt the warm caress of his eyes take in her form from across the room, body heating further when she watched his tongue dart out across his lip before he delivered her a mind shattering smirk that made her knees weak and her pussy weaker. She watched as he stood from the bench, smirk still plastered on his face, and made his way in her direction, stopping short a mere few feet away.

From this close Ash was able to watch entranced as a few drops of sweat trailed down from his temple and along the curve of his jaw before dripping onto his chest, flowing over the curved expanse of his pecs and further down his perfectly toned abdomen to the waistband of his shorts. Shamefully, or maybe not, she let her eyes travel just that tad bit lower, barely concealing an unintentional moan of her own as the lasting effects of her dream combined with the tempting god of a man standing before her. Swallowing down the sounds that so desperately were trying to escape her throat she tilted her head back to meet the polished amber eyes of the walking heroine that was Carrillo. The richness of his eyes had been engulfed by the lust blown soulless depth of his pupils which were no doubt a positive reflection of her own enamoured gaze.

They stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity before he finally broke the silence with words that might just haunt her for the rest of her days, “I couldn’t help but overhear, nice dream there was it Ashy” he questioned with an all knowing gaze, a small jolt of pride flowing through him when he realised he had her perfectly pinned down by his words. He watched bemused as multiple emotions crossed the face of the woman before him, her face flushed as she tried to find the appropriate way to address what he had said, but instead she just stood there for a moment gaping like a fish, he almost wanted to make a comment about her using her mouth for something else but decided his previous comment was torture enough.

“Sir, I..., oh my god...” she trailed off, turning to face slightly away from him in an attempt to hide her face, even though she knew he’d already caught her expression, it would be hard not to this close. She had never felt so simultaneously embarrassed yet turned on by a situation, damn him and his stupidly handsome face. Luckily for her it seemed that Carrillo had had enough with his teasing for now as he turned away to move to the open space in the gym, doing a few deliberately slow stretches to catch her eye, before starting on what she guessed was a core workout, not that he needed it from his figure. Frustrated both mentally and physically Ash decided that she too should crack on with a workout to try and let out her tension in a way that didn’t involve jumping the bones of the only other person she lived with and further complicating the already questionable situation they had placed themselves in.

She made her way towards the boxing bag hanging in the corner, stopping to sit down on a lone chair to untie and remove her boots and socks and roll up her pants to a more practical level, she debated briefly on taking off her shirt to workout in just her bra and pants but thought against adding more fuel to the already roaring fire between the two of them. She wrapped her hands with a practiced ease, eyes wandering over to the other side of the room to admire the view while she worked autonomously. It was like the universe was playing a cruel joke on her today as she watched the Colonel move gracefully from situps in to pushups, she could only imagine herself underneath him as he powered through the pushups like they were nothing, her mind, ever the traitor, briefly flashed back to the time she was once underneath him while he was in a similar position, oh how she now wished that towel of his had just slipped off and that damn phone hadn’t rang that day, although she was sure that moment had kickstarted whatever was now lingering between them.

Finished with wrapping her hands and quietly admiring the shirtless hunk across the room Ash got up and began stretching out her muscles, it had been a while since she had done anything more than run around the edge of the property, so a full body workout such as this would do her in if she didn’t warm up her muscles beforehand. She started with a few simple combinations on the bag that she knew like the back of her hand, having practiced since she was only young, from there she slowly increased the amount of punches and kicks per combination, so far in the zone she failed to see Carrillo leave, much to her future disappointment.

She was unsure how long she had been going before an unusual cold feeling overtook her body, the shakes of her muscles were no longer that of exhaustion but that of what she would assume was fear, her vision was tunneling on the bag, heart rate increasing to beyond that of physical labor and onto something more. Stubborn to a fault Ash pushed on, shaking out her arms and legs ever now and then to rid herself of the ghostly feeling. It was after one particularly bone rattling kick that she felt a presence behind her, thinking it was the man of her desires she spun around, only to be met with an empty gym, shaking her head at her own stupidity, she carried on. After the third feeling of someone behind her and Ash checking and failing to find someone she felt her vision darkening, she was dizzy beyond belief, beginning to hyperventilate and shaking all over when she felt herself fall to the floor, seconds before impact she could have swore she heard a male voice whisper “This is for my brother bitch” before she succumbed to the darkness.

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A wave of panic shot through the normally emotionally stealed man when he saw the younger officer lying on the floor shaking and babbling. He'd seen similar things before back in Columbia after raids had gone wrong and comrades had been killed, there was no doubt in his mind that the poor girl before him was suffering from flashbacks and potentially even PTSD, something he wouldn’t wish upon anyone with his dying breath. Bending down he carefully scooped Ash up into his arms, being careful not to jostle her and give her a fright, before he hugged her tight to his chest, exaggerating his breaths in an attempt to get hers to even out and match his own.

He made haste for the couch knowing it was one of her safe spaces, the last thing he needed was to make her any more uncomfortable than she already was. Rounding the corner into the lounge and taking a few quick strides into the room Carrillo went to place Ash down on the couch, only to have her cling to him desperately while shaking her head, the flash of pain that crossed her face and the small anguished cry she made had the man’s heart leaping into his throat. He was a man of duty and honor through and through, he looked after any team he commanded to the best of his ability, but seeing this girl, whom he had begun developing feelings for, in such pain was sending him for a loop, something which hasn't happened since he too was a junior officer.

With Ash still bundled in his arms Carrillo snagged the blanket hanging off one of the smaller couches before wrapping it around the girls shoulders in an attempt to warm her up, she was shivering furiously, no doubt in shock from rehashing the trauma of her attack. He slowly lowered himself onto the couch, getting as comfortable as possible, before allowing a still slightly incoherent Ash to settle against his chest. He began slowly rubbing up and down her back in an attempt to soothe her, while whispering sayings in his native tongue that his mother used to use to calm him down as a boy. It took a while but Ash slowly started to breathe normally against him, her shaking ebbed away and the babbling that she had been doing when he found her had disappeared. Even as her body began to relax she made no move to get off his lap or out of his arms, something that signalled her trust in him and also managed to put him at ease.

Ash was hyper aware when she came to, her body was unusually warm on one side and deceptively cold on the other, she took note of the blanket around her shoulders and the strong anchor of an arm wrapped securely around her, providing great comfort when she definitely needed it. Her head was resting comfortably against the strong plane of his shoulder, his breathing seemed deliberately slowed in a far too practiced way, as if he was used to dealing with situations such as this. She cursed herself for being so weak that she needed to be, what she guessed was, carried from one room to the next because she allowed her emotions to get the better of her, a small part of her recognised that this was uncontrollable after the trauma she had faced, but a larger darker part of herself felt ashamed for needing to rely on the comfort of her commanding officers’ arms to calm her frenzied mind and frayed emotions.

Ash swallowed thickly, tears coming to her eyes, as a wave of deep seated shame overtook her senses. She felt bad for Carrillo, he never signed up for looking after a broken soldier like herself, there was no need for him to be so kind to her, maybe it was best she asked to leave the team, lest she make him shoulder the burden that was her broken soul. She made a move to climb from his lap, only to be brought impossibly close to his warmth when the solid weight of his arm tightened momentarily in warning. If there was ever any doubt that she didn’t belong right where she sat then in that moment it was wiped away, such a simple action had her wanting to bare her soul to the man before her, so broken and touch starved she was that she almost laughed at the humility of her thoughts.

She sniffled despite not wanting to show the emotions that were clouding her thoughts, she wanted to be strong in front of her commander, not some weak girl who couldn’t cut it in the force. It seemed that the attack that day in the gym had had more of an affect that anyone really could have imagined, so far the doctors had left her in the capable hands of her CO, not that she was complaining, but there was definitely something underlying that was worrying both Ash and the Colonel respectively, neither could put a finger on what though.

Carrillo felt the sudden staggering of her breaths, she was trying to hide something, and he gathered it wasn’t something that should be hidden. He lifted his left hand slowly and gently grasped her chin to tilt her head up from looking at her hands clasped in her lap to somewhat awkwardly making eye contact with him. The sight of her watery red rimmed eyes made him ache in an uncomfortable but somehow not unwanted way, he wanted to be the person she could come to and vent out her concerns without fear of what might come of the situation, he wanted in every way possible to be that stable force in her life, for better or for worse. He knew from experience that he should quickly disregard these kinds of thoughts, it was entirely too early to be getting this deep with a fellow soldier, let alone a junior officer who he was in command off, but despite knowing all that was stacked against him he just couldn’t stay away, this was something he would pressure until his dying breath.

Ash could see the wheels in his head turning, his thoughts no doubt flying through his head and being batted away for another time, the formidable Colonel was known for his hard exterior but in this moment she wasn’t sure she could believe the things she had heard. His hand had only just barely moved away from her face, just kind of hovering in her space, a gentle reminder that he did, infact, have a compassionate side, one that she was beginning to see more and more. From this angle meeting his eyes was uncomfortable, feeling brave Ash decided to shift the position into something teetering the edge of the forever thinning professional line between them. She moved quickly but still giving him time to push her away, gathering one leg from underneath her she shifted it to the right so she was straddling his lap, chest to chest and nearly overwhelmingly intimate.

From this new position she had the perfect opportunity to really take him in, subconsciously her hand came up to cradle his face, lightly tracing over his brows before flowing over his cheekbone, Ash smiled softly when his stormy eyes fluttered shut as he lent into her palm, touch it seemed was something they both craved, she continued lightly tracing over his facial features finally coming to a halt with her palm resting along the side of face, thumb hovering just a few millimeters away from his lips. With his eyes still closed she was almost tempted to close the gap between them to thank him for looking after her, but also in a selfish need to fulfill a small portion of her desires. Instead of following through on that thought, she spoke quietly, not wanting to break this small moment of peace, “Sir, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done, I.... uh...” her voice broke, emotions overwhelming her, “Its just, no one has done this much for me since i was a kid, and i know you didn’t sign up for this so...” her speech was cut off when he placed his finger against her lips, effectively silencing her.

“For one..” he started off strongly “I’m just doing what any good commander would do, you’re part of the team Ash, we look after our own, and two” his voice dropped just that little bit lower, taking on a rough gravelly tone “Please call me Horacio”

Ash just stared at him blankly for a moment while processing his words then at nothing more than a quiet whisper she breathed out his name, a jolt of understanding and desire coursing through her body when a lazy smile overtook his features. Whatever was left of the line of professionalism between them had been shattered in that moment, the overwhelming warmth of his eyes made her heart beat faster in her chest, decision made she leant forward slightly while tilting his head up to meet her own, the first brush of their lips against each others was brief, testing in a way, she went to pull back to assess his reaction but just as she began moving her head away he surged up, reconnecting their lips in a kiss that was all consuming.

He was everywhere and nowhere all at once, too close but somehow too far away, everything that had led up to this moment was poured out in one deep soul shattering kiss that would be burnt into her memory for years to come. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, methodical and thorough and by all means gratifying. He kissed her like a man starved, thrusting his tongue past her parted lips and drowning himself in the taste and feel of her body, committing her to memory while she did the same with him. His hands had moved from her face down to her ass, pulling her even tighter against him in an attempt to satisfy every waking desire he held for her. Her hands found purchase on his shoulders as she ground down on him, the small moan of satisfaction that escaped her lips was soon drowned out by the gravely moan that left his throat when her hands came up to tug on his hair.

The sound of a camera shutter followed by the sounds of barely concealed joyous laughter had the two of them breaking apart, Ash climbing rather hurriedly from his lap and Horacio’s hands flying out to steady her as she stumbled slightly, her mind still sluggish from the intensity of their kiss . Ash looked towards the front door where the noise had come from only to find Henry standing there with the smuggest smile he could muster plastered on his face, that little bastard. Even while annoyed from being ripped from her moment of bliss she couldn’t be angry at him, but appearances were everything, so without a noise of warning she bolted for the barely older soldier, tackling him to the ground and cursing him out only loud enough for Henry himself to hear.

Having had enough of being beat down on Henry flipped them over, effectively pinning Ash to the ground and already setting his plan in motion, he was entirely too eager to start pissing the Colonel off, especially now that he had caught him and Ash sucking faces on the couch, making him jealous just might be too easy of a feat now. He smiled cheekily down at Ash, the look in his eye no doubt sending the message to her that he was ready to cause mischief, that smile of his grew when she imperceptibly shook her head at him. Ever the annoying older brother type he was he began tickling her, delighting in the way she tried to escape and started screeching at him to stop, instead of doing that he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and he made haste towards her room, already knowing which was hers from the messages his fiance had received from the giggling girl over his shoulder.

Reaching her room he kicked the door shut with his foot before not so gracefully throwing Ash onto the bed, trying not to curl over dying of laughter when she began rolling round on the bed clutching her stomach and laughing breathlessly while trying to speak. Her laughter suddenly stopped when there was a slight banging noise from a few rooms over which seemed to sober her up, looking at Henry with wide eyes she gulped, “Omg, you idiot, he’s gonna bloody kill you for that!”

Henry just shrugged while flopping on the bed beside her, “That's the plan Ashy, we are gonna make that man so jealous he doesn’t know what to do with himself, then you’ll really be enjoying yourself” he said with a jovial wink.

Ash just groaned before smacking him square in the face with a pillow, she really did love him like a brother but sometimes Henry was an idiot, “Lemme guess, you and lisa made a bet on the Colonel and I, and then you being the idiot you are decided you wanted to take it to the extreme?” she questioned, rolling her eyes when he nodded while giving her the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. Throwing her hands up in the air she huffed, “ok fine, but nothing that’ll weird either of us out, and we only do this until something solid happens between Carrillo and I, deal?” she stuck her hand out to seal their little deal.

“Definitely deal kiddo, now, wanna see Lisa’s reaction when I send this scandalous photo of you and our CO kissing through to her?” The boyish smile he sent her way had her smiling like an idiot. Yup, her brother really was a dumbass.

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Day 4 of Narcoctober- Anything involving a fistfight or gunfight.

Characters: Horacio Carrillo x OC (Kiara Nash), Javier Peña, Steve Murphy

WC: ~1K

A/N: What it do homies? Created an AU of my IWBSS where Kiara is a DEA agent. Not related to the timeline of the IWBSS at all, but similar theme of being missing? Remember that spelling and grammar errors add character and enjoy!

Horacio spent the whole night tossing and turning. Very much unlike him. In fact, he hated it. Even when he felt restless, he’d simply just lay there and stare at the ceiling. But there’s something different in the air right now. He considers for a moment and surmises that this is the most on edge he’s ever felt. And he can’t explain why.

There was too much going on and everything was going to shit. Every avenue of operations was overly chaotic and so he was unable to gauge where his source of unease arose from. His mind veered to Kiara.

What they had was new but realer than any relationship he’d ever had with a woman. Perhaps love? He was reticent to declare their liaison as such, but no other word quite fit. The thing is that this was such a new dynamic for both of them. Going from coworkers to in a relationship hadn’t needed much adjustment as of yet. They were both the utmost professional at work and too engrossed in the hunt for taking down the major figures upholding the Medellin cartel. There was no room for any conflict to take place, even if there were any.

Still, his mind bends to Kiara and he tries to douse away the fact that the lurch in his stomach grows when he thinks of her.

She was spooked earlier on the raid, which is saying something since she’s always even more stone-faced than her DEA counterparts. When he asks about it in a brief moment of privacy, she denies there being anything wrong. He knows her well enough to know that’s a lie, but Trujillo interrupts with urgent intel before he can prod. In a last glance at her as he’s walking away, he catches her staring dead in the face at one of the cartel runners they were able to snag in the raid.

He could call her right now.

But he’s not sure what he’ll say when she answers.

He looks over to his clock and figures she’s more than likely asleep. It’s added to the column of reasons why not to call her just because. But he still wrestles between picking up the phone and dialing her number.

It’s what keeps him tossing and turning until he’s finally out of bed.

Something’s wrong. It’s the itch in your brain when you know you’ve forgotten something before leaving the house, but can’t for the life of you figure out what it is.

He doesn’t know what or how, but he won’t rest until he knows that his instincts have been confirmed.

Kiara’s place is only fifteen minutes from his and the roads at 2 a.m. are barren, getting him to his destination even quicker.

Something’s off immediately. Her door is not only unlocked but slightly cracked. His knock opens it further and his hand is on his holster instantaneously. His stance adapts from a slightly concerned love interest to an esteemed colonel in the Colombia National Police.

His steps are light and he holds his breath, willing away any sounds that distract from listening in for an intruder. He sees movement from the corner of his eye and immediately blocks the strike that’s garnered against him. The force of the strike and slight surprise allows him to drop his gun, but his reflexes have him obstructing any further hits. He immediately jumps to offense, delivering powerful blows to his opponent in the dark. His fists are merciless, already fracturing bones in the man's face. The sounds of the cracks flowing in the air only encourage him farther.

Glass shatters as he pushes the masked man into the end table and mirror near the hall adjacent to the entry. The man grabs a shard of glass that rests on the table and Horacio just barely dodges being slashed in the face. He’s maneuvering himself out of the way and finds himself pushed back to the couch. From the nights he’s stayed over, he knows that Kiara keeps a bat between the cushions of the vintage blue upholstery.

Without much digging, he’s able to pull it out and starts swinging artfully. Thwacks and snaps fill the air as the blows rain down on the masked man. He’s long dead before Carrillo spies movement near the front door.

Steve turns on the light and Javi lowers his weapon with a “Shit!”

He just narrowly avoided being bludgeoned with the wooden weapon had Steve not illuminated the room. They could see him finishing the now dead perpetrator as they crept towards the front door but Horacio had not been able to discern whether they were friendlies or more enemies against the backdrop of the dark Medellin sky.

Javi exclaims, catching his breath, “How the fuck did you get here so fast? You didn’t even pick up your phone!”

Steve traipses over to needlessly check the dead perp’s pulse while Horacio is too busy looking around to make sure the rest of the place is clear.

The expression he wears is colored with confusion, with not only what the fuck just happened but also what Peña was talking about. Steve notices, but only raises an eyebrow. Javi is too impatient to wait for an actual answer and just fills him in with what they know.

“We were listening to the tapes tonight. We think one of those fuckers made Kiara from the undercover ops in Cali. There was talk over the wire about the raid earlier and one of the guys that got away mentioned her.”

Horacio hears the words but they’re muffled and only barely registered because he’s still looking through Kiara’s home. There’s evidence of a struggle, turned over furniture and blood spatter. But no Kiara.

Javi’s still talking as they’re all walking throughout the place now.

“They didn’t say her name, but the description was spot on. We called her but no answer so we rushed over. Tried to call you, too.”

Her place isn’t a large one, so it doesn’t take long before they’re all meeting back up in the living room.

No sign of any other malefactors, but Kiara is also nowhere to be found.

Horacio feels like he could drown. That lurch in his stomach earlier was nothing compared to the nauseousness he was feeling now.

He looks to Javi and Steve whose expressions have darkened with the gravity of their current circumstances.

“Where is she?”

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Day 27 of Narcoctober- Create a fanwork about an original character or reader character who is explicitly a person of color.

Character(s): Horacio Carrillo x Kiara Nash (OC); Horacio Carrillo x Laz Nash (OC) ; Kiara Nash x Laz Nash; Laz Nash x Luciana Cardenas (OC)

WC: 437

A/N: Some POV from Laz about Horacio and Kiara. Also, some background of his own love life. I WILL be expanding upon this lol

From the beginning, Laz believes that Horacio is the guy for his little sister. He watches how Kiara’s eyes light up the same way as their mother’s did when she meets their future stepfather. It catches him off guard when he first notices it. The two of them haven’t been together long and they’re celebrating Kiara’s birthday at a dinner party with friends.

The event has died down and Laz relaxes back in his chair, stuffed from the barbeque dinner along with two slices of cake. He hears a shriek of laughter and turns over to Horacio and Kiara. His little sister’s head is tilted back in laughter and he watches Horacio smear a morsel of icing on her nose. Kiara only barely manages to get out of his hold before he captures her again, this time feeding her a piece of the dessert. Laz watches her melt into his hold with pure elation painted on her face, the same elation that she’s been wearing all evening around him.

“Babe, you alright?” Luciana asks, resting a hand on his back as she follows his gaze.

“Yeah…” Laz nods his head, “Just happy for her.”

Before Horacio proposes, he shows Laz the ring, “It was my grandmother’s. She and Kiara have the same birthstone.”

He helps his future brother-in-law with the surprise, guiding Kiara to the backyard picnic that Horacio’s organized and hearing her excited shouts minutes later afterwards.

He accepts the best man position, with Luciana being the maid of honor at the small ceremony a few weeks after the engagement.

Laz watches the stress and anguish that colors Kiara years later. He’s helpless when she drops by at his work one day and tells him she’s done and that she’s leaving Colombia. Part of him refuses to take it seriously until the week before she leaves when he swings by their place and sees the boxes and luggage. That same day, he barges into Horacio’s office, shouting and asking how he could let his wife just leave without going after her. Without begging on his knees, pleading for her to stay.

“You still have a wife!” Laz screams. “You still have someone to come home to!”

Luciana’s gone and there’s no one at home for him anymore.

Letting your love go so easily without a fight is ludicrous in his eyes. He didn’t have that choice because his love was taken from him without regard or mercy. He holds the grudge against the both of them. For leaving. For not fighting. For not loving harder even when aching. It’s a grudge that maybe he’ll hold forever.

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It Would Be So Simple | Chapter 05

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Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x OC

Summary/synopsis: Horacio and Kiara have split after the disintegration of their marriage. Some time later, Horacio is alarmed when he receives word that Kiara may be missing

Chapter warning(s): language, angst city

WC: ~6.6k

PAST

There she was again.

If Horacio was a man that believed in fate, he would feel there was something destined to take place between him and the young woman he found himself staring at outside the cafe. It had been another week since their last encounter at the park and now he was preparing to enter the cafe he usually relaxed at on Saturday afternoons. Except, he was now frozen in place outside when he spotted her sitting at a window seat, with a book in hand. It was only the potential embarrassment of looking like a stalker that made him open the door and walk in.

Kiara was too engrossed in her book to even take stock of the quiet cafe’s door opening or the soft step of the man’s shoes as he wandered over to the register.

The barista already knew his order and rang up his coffee and dessert before getting everything together. Usually, he’d oblige the kind lady who ran the cafe and go ahead and sit at his usual spot, but he was rooted where he stood, wondering what he should do.

She’d been on his mind all week, his attention flashing back to her in those quiet moments when he thought about her vibrancy. A spirited personality, one so bright that he had never encountered before. His own spirit was drawn to hers in ways that he couldn’t help.

Their short lived conversations were etches of dialogue that ran through his head everyday at multiple points throughout. Even now, as he grabbed his coffee and the arroz con leche that Señora Gómez refused to charge him for, he thinks back to their conversation in the park last week and how she wouldn’t let him apologize for not showing up at the bar when she invited him.

How she instead asked him about his ribs, which were still sore. How she said she hoped he wouldn’t need to use her number for his injury and then winked.

He was expecting hurt feelings or a testy attitude for standing her up and he was met with honey laughter and her phone number. He supposed being easy going was just in her nature, with the way she navigated the busy medical sphere during their first encounter. And then there was the fact she came from a background of moving around a lot if her stepfather’s United Nations post was any indication.

Without dissuading his feet from the motion, he began moving towards her instead of settling at his usual corner on the opposite side of the little shop. She only looked up finally when he spoke.

“Is this seat taken?”

He was greeted with the brightest of smiles as she stood up, “Horacio!”

She hugged him like they were old childhood friends and the soldier might have felt his heart rate halt.

“Come on, sit! How are you?”

They settled in their seats simultaneously, and Horacio felt his lips broaden.

“I see you’ve managed not to get yourself blown up again since the last time I saw you,” she noted with a teeth baring smile.

He looked down with a muted grin.

“Those ribs haven’t been giving you much trouble, have they?” she inquired.

“Not much, no,” He shook his head. And while he was still dealing with some soreness, he was very much on his way to healing completely. The bruises had faded and his scars were healing. Monday would be his first day back on duty.

“Good. I guess that explains why you haven’t called.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, having fun trying to tease him. He managed not to blush or stumble over his own tongue as he chuckled at her antics. He still wasn’t sure how or where he gathered the gall to ask her for her number in the first place. And, in that time since, it hadn’t occurred to him that he could simply pick up the phone and speak to her instead of allowing his thoughts to run wild with what she may be doing or what her life had been like up until now. He could just ask.

Kiara giggled into her coffee, “It’s fun making you squirm.”

Horacio shared her simper before looking down at her book. “I see you’re reading a modern classic.”

“One Hundred Years of Solitude” in its native Spanish was strewn across the square dining table, the pages turned downward with aged creases forming along its spine.

The young nursing student nodded, “Yeah, kind of an old comfort book I go back to when I’m not interested in reading anything new.”

“What’re your other favorites?” Horacio asked as he leaned back in his chair.

“Hm… Well, I know they’re children’s books, but I really love the Nancy Drew series. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, The Bluest Eye. Oh, and A World for Julius! Another modern classic, I think.”

He nodded his head, listening intently, taking in the titles he recognized and the ones he didn’t. He noted, “You’re an avid reader.”

Kiara shrugged, “I mean, I don’t really get a lot of time to do so these days, but yeah, it’s a nice way to spend a lazy day.”

“I guess I should probably leave you to it, then,” he moved to stand, but she grabbed at his hand with the shake of her head.

“Stay. I like the company.”

Her hand lingered in his until he shifted back into his seat with a nod.

Their quiet afternoon continued with Kiara engrossed in her book and Horacio enjoying the serenity. Sometimes, Horacio would bring a book himself to read and other times, he’d just spend his time at the cafe, enjoying the quiet and taking in the lush, vibrant surroundings of this neighborhood. Señora Gómez brought over more coffee for them and switched the radio’s station from the cumbia music to a station that played more slowed down rock tracks from local indie bands.

Once Kiara got to a stopping point at the end of a chapter, she looked up and put her book back down.

“So, is this place a regular spot for you? Or do you like exploring different places like me?”

“It’s more of a staple for me. I’ve explored Bogota enough for this to be my favorite cafe.”

Kiara looked at him, measuring him up, “Yeah, this seems like your vibe. Quiet, deep in the cut…”

The cafe was nestled in a little nook between larger buildings and on a less populated road, which might account for the little foot traffic the business drummed up.

Horacio exchanged a questioning look and out of curiosity, asked, “What? It’s not really your vibe?”

She giggled at his mirroring of her lingo and the teasing glint in his eyes told her that he was purposefully mocking her, “Well, it’s definitely a vibe, but… If I wanted quiet, I’d just go to a library. I like hearing the hustle and bustle of life around me when I’m in a coffee shop.”

“Somehow, I don’t find that surprising at all,” he mused.

“Really?” her eyebrows perked up, “figured you’d peg this girl as the small town type. Slow and breezy.”

“Your personality is way too big for the small town persona.”

She couldn’t hide her smile at that statement, but looked down nonetheless. The glint of Horacio’s watch caught her eye and she grabbed at his arm to confirm what time it was.

“Oh, shoot! I’ve gotta go, I’m supposed to be meeting with my brother.”

Kiara had shot out of her seat and Horacio slowly rose with her. He gleaned over her as she grabbed her book and stuffed it into her tote bag.

“The brother that works for Interpol, I presume.”

“The one and only!”

Time was moving so fast in just those few seconds and Horacio was panicking at the thought of this being his last chance at fate. What if he never saw her again? What if their paths never again crossed? Sure, he had her number, but what reason would he have to contact her now that he was mostly healed?

“Would you mind if I came along with you?”

The words were tossed out before his tongue could reel them back in.

Confusion colored Kiara’s features, “To meet my brother?”

“Yes, that explosion the other week was carried out by international traffickers. We’ve been trying to find a link to which other countries they have reach in. Perhaps, your brother has some intel that might help give us a lead.”

It’s not that everything he just spewed out of his mouth was untrue. It actually was. But Horacio was a soldier. He may be involved with drug interdiction cases but more so as muscle. In a tactical role. Gathering intelligence and putting together cases was out of his wheelhouse and thus not really something he should be concerning himself with. He winced internally at his request and was about to open his mouth to retract before Kiara beat him to the punch.

“Oh!” she said in understanding, “Yeah, no problem!”

She put her tote bag over her shoulder and led the way outside. She looked back once they were outside, “I actually walked here…”

“We can take my car.”

Once they settled into the Jeep Laredo, Kiara looked over at him and smiled, “I don’t know why, but this just fits you.”

She patted the passenger seat as she spoke.

“Oh, it seems like my ‘vibe’?”

Kiara cracked up and retorted, “Okay, if you’re gonna steal my lingo, that means you have to teach me some Colombian idioms or something.”

He looked over at her briefly with a teasing smile before returning his eyes to the cobble-stoned road, “It’s a promise.”

*********

“We’ve been following some known figure heads mainly and trying to keep track of any peculiar communication, but nothing’s really stuck. We didn’t even get any kind of prior warning about the runners getting spooked from you guys moving in on them,” Laz explained.

The trio was standing in a shaded portion of the same park that Horacio and Kiara met in the other week. Once Kiara introduced the two of them, she’d let them take over the conversation with just a slight prod at Laz to give any helpful info to Horacio straight.

“What about any noise being made afterwards? Only a few of them were arrested at the scene and they were all foot soldiers.”

Laz shrugged, “These guys are good. That’s why they’ve been able to evade capture in whatever country they pop up in. It’s like whack-a-mole. Knock ‘em down in one place, eventually they turn up somewhere else. Honestly, I don’t even think they’ll be much of a problem for you moving forward because they’re not intent on getting caught up twice.”

Maybe it should’ve, but it didn’t give Horacio much comfort. He didn’t want them to no longer be a problem because they retreated into the darkness. He wanted them to no longer be a problem because they were brought into the light for justice to be carried out. For them to be expelled out from the places they sought refuge in his land.

Still though, he nodded in appreciation at Laz and then at Kiara. Though he was grateful for the information, his main reason for coming here was simply because he wasn’t ready to be away from this vibrant being that had somehow caught his eye. And now it was time to leave.

“Thank you,” he spoke to Laz before taking a step back, “I guess I should leave you two. I enjoyed the coffee with you,” he admitted, looking expressly at Kiara.

She smiled brightly, “Ditto.”

She saw him begin to turn away and her face paused for a minute. Without another thought, she called him back.

“Come back to the hospital on Monday to get your lungs checked. We’ll see if you were telling the truth about doing those breathing exercises I told you about.”

Horacio nodded once again, internally beaming at another chance to be in her stratosphere.

“Si, señorita.”

Kiara watched him walk away and head towards his Jeep. Laz watched between the two of them with a curious eye and smirked at his little sister.

“I didn’t know you were dating.”

Her head snapped to him with widened eyes, “I’m not!”

Laz’s face morphed into a “really?” expression before she put her hands up in defense with a laugh.

“I’m not! I’m serious. We’re just friends. ….If that. I treated him at the hospital.”

Her older brother nearly hummed but said nothing further.

*****

Horacio did indeed show up at the hospital’s emergency room on Monday. There was a rare slow dull to her shift and she had just returned to the nurse’s station from a coffee break when a coworker nodded her head towards someone.

Kiara followed the nudge and saw him standing awkwardly in the hallway.

“He asked for you.”

Her smile lit up as she traipsed over to where he stood.

“Capitán Carrillo…”

“Enfemera Nash..”

“Estudiante, técnicamente,” she corrected.

He nodded his head side to side in a playful manner that reflected “neither here nor there” but only hummed in his verbal response.

“Shall we?” She gestured towards a small room that he turned around and led her into before sitting in the sole chair of the examination room. At her silent bequest, he took his shirt off.

The bruisings were now tinges of fading yellows compared to the dark splotches of purple that were spread over his frame these past couple of weeks. She softly palpated her fingers along the tender pigmentations, and found that they were no longer sensitive to her touch. There was still some swelling on his right side where the broken ribs were, but the skin was less elevated than before. His ribs were on track to being almost completely healed.

She listened to his heart and lungs and found a strong heartbeat and clear airways.

“Well, it looks like you’ve been following orders,” she noted as she placed the stethoscope back around her neck.

“Provocations of being a soldier.”

She smiled at his comment and gestured with her head for him to stand up, “Let’s just do a few exercises so I can check on your range of motion.”

He followed along with her directions, moving whichever way she directed and answering her questions truthfully.

“My brother called. Asked if there was anything else he could do to help… He was a little disappointed he couldn’t give you a lot to go on.”

He nodded in acknowledgement of her statement as he shrugged his shoulders against her resistance.

“It’s fine. To be truthful, I knew to be expecting a miracle,” he sighed his own regret, “It’s just beginning to get frustrating, that’s all. To constantly feel behind the curve.”

Kiara could hear the tiredness in his voice. She hummed her sympathy, “I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re doing everything you can do.”

“That’s just it. It used to be enough. I used to think I was doing everything I could do. Now, I’m not so sure.”

She gleaned the weariness in his features and asked softly, “You holding up okay?”

Almost like he was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he shook his head, washing the exhaustion off his face and replacing it with a placating smile.

“Yeah… yeah.”

He looked back at her, his narrowed eyes wondering how much she could see through him. The face she wore was one of indifference but there was something in the way that she studied him. Something that told him she knew more than she let on. He wasn’t sure what he appreciated more in that moment: the fact that she could see the inner turmoils in his head or the fact that her raised eyebrow told him that she knew he knew that she could see the pensiveness in him.

He looked down when she took two steps back from him, finished with testing his strength and range of motion.

“All done,” she announced as she handed him back his shirt and then went to the sink to wash her hands. When she walked back towards him, he was still standing in the same spot, now fully clothed.

He looked at her, breathing relaxed breaths, but unable to voice what he was looking for right now.

But still…

She knew.

“You can be doing everything right and it’s still not enough. Maybe, take that as a chance to figure out what “enough” means to you.”

She shrugged her shoulders and turned towards the door, “At least, that’s what I have to do when I feel like I’m at a fork in the road.”

“And what do you do from there?” He asked, willing her to stay in the room with him for just a few more seconds.

She turns back and smiles.

“There’s only two directions you can go. You take the one that feels right and pray to God you’re fast enough to turn back around if you’re wrong as shit.”

______

PRESENT

“I just needed to hear your voice.”

Horacio sat there momentarily stunned at the sound of his ex-wife’s voice. He never thought he’d hear from her again and several emotions pulsed through him as he processed her voice.

There’d been so many times over the past two months that he wanted to call her. It’d been the longest they’d gone without hearing from each other and it felt like a piece of him was rotting the longer time went on. Now, it felt like those miniscule pieces of his soul were floating back to his core. And his heart warmed because if she was calling, maybe she was going through the same emotions. The racing impulses just to hear each other. Thirty seconds into answering the phone and he could already feel so much stress from his everyday life lifting.

“Horacio? …Are you there?”

She brought him back into focus from the airiness that had short-circuited his brain. A swelling of air entered his lungs as he heaved a deep breath, still savoring the peace that was calming him.

“I’m here, Kiara,” he finally said. He heard a relieved sigh from her end and he wasn’t sure if it came from the fact that he hadn’t hung up on her or maybe she was experiencing the same sort of bliss that was now hovering around him.

“How -uh… How are you?”

He closed his eyes, always hating when he could hear tentativeness coming from the voice of one of the most confident people he knew. He never used to hear her sound like that whenever she spoke to him. And now it was etched into every word she spoke. He knew he was the cause of it and it burned him up inside.

“I’m…” He paused, wondering what the best course of action was here. Should he be honest? Tell her that he’s been struggling internally ever since their last phone call? Tell her that he always envisioned ridding his country of one of the most notorious malefactors as one of his greatest purposes and he never expected to feel so empty afterwards? Or does he tell her that he’s perfectly fine? That life goes on and he’s riding the waves of it in stride?

He settles for, “I’m hanging in there.”

There was silence over the line. Neither of them knew where to go next. How to even hold a conversation with someone you were used to having thousands of conversations with for over a decade. He didn’t know what she wanted from this conversation, considering she called, but he wasn’t sure what he wanted from their call either.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m sorry for just calling out of the blue.”

Their voices were mended together as the words left their mouth at the same time.

More silence as the other person’s words sunk in.

“Sorry,” he chuckled apologetically.

“It’s okay,” he could hear the smile in her voice and it filled him with so much warmth.

She spoke again, “I’m sorry I called you. I know you said we shouldn’t talk anymore, I just-”

“Kiara,” He interrupted her with a soft sigh, “It’s okay. If I’m being honest, I’ve thought a lot about calling you over the past few weeks. It’s good to hear from you.”

“Really?”

The pang of shock in her voice sent aches to his chest. This never should’ve happened. They never should have fallen this far apart.

“Really,” he echoed, “How is it over there? Is it everything you wanted?”

He hadn’t meant for his tone to come across so sorrowful. She stayed quiet on the other end and hoped that he hadn’t brought up their shared sense of resentment. The words had slipped out so easily from behind his mental guard rail. Almost like he was searching for some sort of comfort in this anguish. And her living out her dreams was probably the single piece of solace he’d find in this.

“I never meant for this to ruin us, Horacio.”

She hadn’t answered the question. Perhaps to spare his feelings, he thought. To not throw in his face that she was living the life that she wanted and it was without him.

“I know,” he whispered.

And for a few instances, all that could be heard was the sound of their breathing.

He finally worked up the nerve to ask, “Why did you call?”

“I just needed to hear your voice,” she parroted her earlier statement.

He didn’t know what to do with that or how to even respond.

“I should let you go… I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

Her voice had gone from laced with emotion to clear and more formal. The resonant voice she’d use in the clinical setting when dealing with patients. She was speaking to him like a patient, very much unlike all the times he actually was her patient.

“Wait, Kiara-”

Maybe he just needed to hear her voice, too. And he wasn’t ready to let go of it. Maybe she had it right and it was time for them to get off the phone, but he couldn’t let go. Not when he was unsure when the next time they spoke would be. Not when he was unsure whether they’d ever speak again.

“Why were you calling me from a different number? It’s unlisted, did you move?”

He heard her pause. It was a simple question, one that should’ve yielded a simple response.

“Was it because you thought I wouldn’t answer if I saw your number?” He guessed when she wasn’t fast enough to provide an answer herself, “Because I would’ve answered if you called. I’d always answer, Kiara.”

“I have to go, Horacio, I’m sorry.”

He frowned, unsure of why she was apologizing. She was slipping away. There wasn’t enough time. He wasn’t ready.

“Stay safe, okay?” She spoke with urgency. With desperation. “Please stay safe.”

“You too,” he spoke strongly, conveying the brawn of being a colonel but the tenderness of a husband. He hoped either or both brought her comfort.

“Goodbye, Horacio.”

She’d hung up before he got the chance to wish her the same. He placed the phone back on its hook and frowned, feeling unnerved. The entire conversation left him feeling conflicted throughout. But even still, he could’ve stayed on the phone with her for hours. If just to hear her breathing. She needed to hear his voice and somehow she knew he sought the same. Still, the call ended much too abruptly for his taste and it left him feeling the confused disorientation after waking up from a hangover. He pressed his palms against his sinuses and forehead, uneasiness flaring up as he combed over their conversation. He could’ve never imagined that speaking to Kiara for the first time in months would’ve left him feeling so lost and perplexed.

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“Dammit!” Laz muttered under his breath as he finished listening to his voicemail, slamming the phone back into its receiver. Confused and concerned glances from his co-workers floated around the room as they took in their disgruntled colleague. No one knew why he had been exhibiting gradual unease as the days went by and no one was sure they wanted to enter his path of irritation. Their caseload at Interpol was slow right now and that usually indicated a jovial work environment. But there was nothing but silent tension aerating over the space as the man laid a heavy fist down on his desk.

“What the hell is going on?”

He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, willing his mind to make sense of what seemed so fuzzy right now.

Nothing made sense and it pissed him off to no end.

It also didn’t help that he couldn’t get the image of his ex-brother in law with a woman inside his house outside of his head. He should’ve known better than to believe all the shit Pena was spewing about Horacio being broken up and barely able to function without Kiara. The DEA agent stood in front of him and lied about how the head of the Search Bloc had been struggling all this time when clearly that wasn’t the case. And of course, he fucking bought it. Bought it enough to pull up to the house that Kiara used to live in and seek out Horacio to let him know what was going on. Oh, what a surprise it was to walk in on what he walked in on. Horacio Carrillo doing just fine without Kiara.

He leaned back in his seat behind his desk and scoffed. Still in disbelief at the sight that had met his eyes when he was at the man’s door. Another woman in the home that he shared with his wife. With Laz’s sister. The home Horacio had let Kiara pick because he declared that all he needed was a bed and a shower. The home where she learned how to juice fresh fruits after discovering passion fruit vines in the backyard. The home where they conceived and then lost their child. All of these memories forged, for better and for worse in that house, and they meant not a damn thing to Horacio. Seeing Horacio and that woman so comfortable in the home that used to be Kiara's, it made Laz sick. And so incredibly angry.

As far as Laz was concerned, Kiara had just left. And everyday, he was pissed at her for just up and abandoning him, but he also just missed her so much to the point where it felt like he was mourning her as if she’d died. He was desperate for her to come back home. He thought he shared that sentiment with Horacio, the one commonality they had. And obviously he could see he’d been very wrong in thinking that. He wanted to believe that his sister was the love of Horacio’s life, but it never seemed to ring true. At least, since she left. Laz had only had small glimpses of the man since she left and he was always the hardened, cold colonel in every one of those instances.

Laz blew out another deep breath and lifted his head to the ceiling. He shook his head at himself, knowing that was his anger talking. The man always walked around like he had a stick up his ass. That was true, even when he was with Kiara. But he could see when Kiara would pull back her husband’s layers and melt some of the man’s coldness away. How she would run to him and make him pick her up ever since the Dirty Dancing movie came out. How Horacio would listen to her rant about something trivial and respond with an amused, muted “Yes, dear” whenever she asked if he agreed. Laz knew the love was there when they were together. He was foolish to deny otherwise. But he just couldn’t understand how it all went to shit. How they went from that to this. Her in an entirely different country and him with another woman in their house.

If he learned anything from today, it was that he’d be on his own when it came to finding Kiara. He couldn’t rely on Horacio’s help or anyone’s really. It was up to him to figure out what was going on.

No one in the shared office space had uttered a word to the emotionally volatile Interpol agent but weary eyes exchanged silent messages of concern across the room. Laz paid them no mind until one of them hesitantly made his way to Laz’s desk.

“Everything okay, Laz?”

He looked up and could tell that even though most heads were down into their work, they were, more than likely, eavesdropping.

“I’m good,” he nodded his head with a smile he didn’t even bother to make real, “Just need to talk to the boss man, y’all have a good night.”

He rose up from his seat and walked down the hall to the office of his boss, giving a salute to the rest of his colleagues in doing so. The office door was open and he peeked in before knocking.

Michael Luna was the head agent in charge in the Colombian division of Interpol and his head was currently deep in a stack of files, pen in hand, marking important notes in the margins.

He looked up at the sound of Laz knocking and gestured for the man to come in.

“Got a second?”

Luna nodded, still holding his pen in hand, “What do you need, Laz?”

“I need your help.”

“With what?”

“My sister.”

___________________

It was so scorching that Horacio had only been outside in the sun for a few minutes before sweat began to drip down the side of his face. He’d been outside since he was leading a drill with a collective of young officers, making sure they were maintaining the physical rigor that came with their posts.

That wasn’t really in his job description anymore since he’d reached the rank of colonel, which was why his drill this morning had raised a few eyebrows.

Trujillo exchanged an expression of concern with Peña before walking over to him after Carrillo had left for outside to start the drill.

“His sudden change in demeanor got anything to do with you know who?”

Peña rolled his eyes, “She’s not Satan, Trujillo, you can say her name.”

Trujillo raised his hands up in defense. Still though, Peña answered, “I don’t know.”

Meanwhile, outside, Horacio paced in front of the officers, watching them sharply as they carried out the drill.

“Colonel Carrillo!” A voice belonging to one of the guards at the front gate sounded off, “There’s someone at the front gate, Interpol agents. They’re asking for you.”

Horacio looked behind the front gate guard and saw another guard escorting Laz and another Interpol agent towards him.

The colonel looked to his officers and ordered, “Tomar un descanso.”

As he turned back towards his guests, tension filled his shoulders, uneasiness settling within him the closer he walked towards them. It didn’t help that he knew there were prying eyes probably trying to decipher what was going on.

“Colonel.” The unfamiliar man spoke. With a sharp eye from their superior, the front gate guards walked back towards their post. Carrillo looked back at the weathered agent and took the hand that he offered to shake. He could see that Laz was avoiding his gaze and so he chose not to address him. It’d been a week since he showed up at the house and stormed out shortly thereafter. Carrillo hadn’t heard from him since, but he figured whatever he came to discuss that day was why he was here now.

“I’m Michael Luna, I work over at Interpol with Laz, who you know,” he spoke smoothly with a lilt of knowing both in his voice and also the rise of his eyebrow, “We need to ask you a few things, it won’t take long.”

With a sigh, Horacio did a brief glance around and called out to a nearby soldier and instructed him to complete the drill.

He, then, led the way towards his office, sparing a brief glance at Laz as the duo followed him. On the way to their destination, he also caught brief looks of confusion from Trujillo and Peña as they stood talking near Peña’s desk. He noticed that Peña’s stare wasn’t directed at him actually, but towards Laz. If Horacio had looked back, he might’ve caught the subtle, silent bit of communication exchanged between them.

Letting them enter his office before them, he closed the door and took a seat behind his desk. Looking back at him, Laz’s face held barely bridled anger while Luna’s was more inquisitive.

After a few seconds of silence, Horacio finally asked, “What did you need to talk to me about?”

Luna looked to Laz, almost expectantly, with the colonel’s eyes flickering impatiently between the two.

“Is this about a case? About any relevant intelligence?” His clipped tone hit the air.

Laz still said nothing, only heaving a deep breath with his bitter eyes still aimed at his ex brother-in-law.

“No, this isn’t about a case,” Luna finally spoke. His eyes had veered back to Horacio as he leaned back in his chair, “When was the last time you heard from your ex-wife?”

Horacio’s eyebrows immediately furrowed. His gaze shot right back to Laz and then to Luna, confused and troubled that neither were giving much of an explanation for their presence.

“Why are you asking me about Kiara?”

Luna merely shrugged.

“Just answer the question, Carrillo,” The animosity in Laz’s voice wasn’t to be missed, especially because they were the first words he had asserted since stepping on the Carlos Hoguin grounds.

“This is why you came to talk to me last week?” Horacio inquired, but Laz gave him nothing. Alarmed at the bringing up of her name, he persisted, “Is something wrong? Is she okay?”

The hardened exterior Laz was used to had faltered and he could see genuine inklings of fear spark across Horacio’s face. Still though, Laz remained silent.

“Dammit Lazaro, is Kiara the reason you came to see me?!” Carrillo’s voice rose with every word, as did he. He went from sitting straight in his seat to towering over the two men behind his desk.

Laz blinked and gave a simple, “Yes.”

The one word reply only upset Carrillo further.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that? Why do you need to know whether I’ve heard from her?” Still angered, there was shakiness in his intonations, some of that underlying fear coming to the surface.

And just because he was an asshole, Laz shrugged. He shrugged and it took everything for Carrillo not to reach across his desk and throttle him.

“Didn’t think you’d care, considering you were preoccupied.”

And because Luna was worried that Carrillo might actually come across the desk, he jumped in, “That’s enough.”

He looked at Carrillo and intoned calmly, “We need to know if you’ve heard from her, Colonel.”

Last week’s conversation with Kiara whirled around in Horacio’s mind. Had something happened in the time since he spoke to her? Was something wrong when he spoke to her? The call was peculiar on its own, but he tried wracking his mind, looking for any irregularity that might signal that she was in danger.

He could see the animosity in Laz’s eyes, still, and he knew that whatever answer he gave them, they’d walk away and leave without giving him any kind of explanation if it didn’t help with whatever they were trying to accomplish.

“Please just tell me why you need to know. Is she okay? Is she in danger?”

His voice had softened considerably, his guard slowly chipping away.

Laz stood up and looked him dead in the face, “That doesn’t concern you anymore.” Looking at Luna, he said, “He doesn’t know shit. Waste of fucking time…”

If he had been paying attention, he might’ve been able to dodge the vicious punch Horacio landed across his cheek. “Not my concern?!” He grabbed the collar of Laz’s shirt pulling him across the desk, “You know if it involves her, it will always concern me!”

It wasn’t Luna getting in between them that finally swooped Horacio out of his vehement turmoil, but the sound of knocking on his office door and Sandra appearing from behind it.

“Colonel?”

She hadn’t realized the tense situation she just walked into and stood posted at the door, taking in the three sets of eyes that were now on her.

Laz’s eyes were the first to shift off her, turning back towards Carrillo, “That right there, Carrillo,” he said with his finger pointing towards Sandra. “That right there is why she doesn’t concern you anymore.”

The older Nash sibling didn’t wait for a response, but merely turned his back to Carrillo.

“Nash-”

“I don’t have time for this shit!” He threw back over his shoulder, heading for the door.

Horacio stalked after him, reaching his arm before he could get to the door. Laz whirled back in anger and snatched his arm out of the colonel’s grasp. He was met with mutual fury as his ex-brother-in-law stood eye to eye with him. There was a brief instant of silence before the door opened further and Peña appeared behind Sandra. His irked face indicated that their sparring had bounced off into the halls of the building.

Laz looked back and forth between Peña and Carrillo before shaking his head.

“Fucking pathetic…” he muttered.

“You don’t get to decide whether I care enough about her or not. No matter what happened between she and I, I deserve to know whether something has happened to her.”

Laz’s nose flared, “I think you lost that right the moment you started bringing girls over to the house you bought with your wife.”

“For fuck’s sake, Nash, she’s under a protection detail!”

Continuing on as if hearing nothing Carrillo said, Laz threw back, “Peña was talking all that bullshit about how my sister leaving destroyed you and come to find out, you’re busy playing Secret Service with the secretary.”

Another savage punch landed on Laz’s cheek, but this time, he anticipated the hit enough to lunge at him right afterwards.

Peña uttered an irritated “Jesus Christ” before pushing Carrillo all the way back until they reached his desk. Luna shook his head with an admonishing glare while shoving Laz towards the opposite direction.

When he asked “You good?” to the agent under his command, it wasn’t so much out of concern as it was a cautionary “Get your fucking act together.”

Laz nodded his head, bending it down in deference.

“Let’s go,” Luna commanded in his soft tone.

“You know how much I care about your sister, Laz.” He turned back towards Carrillo. “There’s not a thing in this world that will ever change the way I feel about her.”

And what Laz was met with, was not the animosity he’d been greeted with for the past few months, but despair. Despair and loss.

This time, Laz had nothing to say back.

Horacio looked down in his anguish, not able to withstand the looks of pity etched in everyone’s faces as they saw him in a flash of vulnerability.

“Get out,” he said softly, to no one in particular but also to everyone.

Though closest to the door, Sandra was the last one out, hesitating until she felt a pull of her sleeve.

Peña could see in her expression that she wanted to check on Carrillo. He knew she meant well, but it was the last thing the man needed right now.

He sighed and uttered, "Don't. He needs to be alone right now."

And maybe that was the next best thing he needed right now. But what he really needed? Kiara.

*****

EEEEKK. Can't believe it's been so long since I last updated this. Especially when they're always heavy on my mind. Also, I hope y'all don't mind that I add OCs to my fics. I'm just a sucker for building relationships and creating a little universe inside a narrative that's already so immersive. Each piece I write is its own little metaverse and I like putting more ppl in it whenever the inspo strikes. Marcus Alvarez was my inspo for Michael Luna in the sense that he's got that same calm, hardened exterior that commands respect. If you're ever interested in hearing me drone on about my OCs, however little they may appear, pls hit up my inbox and let me babble on and on lol

Interested to hear y'all thoughts on this chapter! Next chapter picks up right where we left off and of course, another flashback to their beginning!

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