#pacho herrera x oc

[shadow-assassin-blix]

A Picture is a Poem without Words

Chapter 17

A/N: Boy....it’s been a minute eh? Well. I am trying to get back into the habit of writing again. So we shall see how that goes. Dresses and shoes mentioned are from Pinterest. Lace dress (x) Party Dress (x) Shoes (x)

Warnings: Canon typical violence. Many allusions too smut, but nothing to great in detail.

Taglist:  @yungkvte  @mcrmarvelloki  @realm-of-azrael and @shootingthroughthesky0905  @mikeisthricedeceased

The next several days passed by in a blur. Blix hardly ate and slept far more than usual. She would wake up crying, after a night filled with nightmares.

On the morning of the 5th day, she woke up with a heavy sigh. She slowly sat up, looking around her room. After the second night of nightmares, she began sleeping in her room and not Pacho’s not wanting to worry him. Or wake him constantly.

Blix dragged herself from her bed, taking a long shower to wake herself up. Once she was done, and dried off, she stared blankly at her closet.

‘I want something comfortable but… not slobby.’

She spotted a sundress that she hadn’t worn in a while: a white lace mini dress that was made of soft materials.

She slowly slid it on, slipping on some white flats to match.

Blix sat at her vanity, looking at her reflection wincing slightly at how tired and puffy her eyes looked. She looked down at her makeup, deciding to keep it simply with some pink lip gloss. She slid on her shark necklace and the shark tooth earrings that matched. She brushed her long mane of hair and twisted it up into a simple bun.

Taking a breath, she nodded at her appearance, before standing up and walking out of her room.

She quietly walked downstairs, looking around, trying to spot Pacho in the crowd of guards.

She finally spotted him, near one of the couches, talking to Chepe.

Blix slowly strolled over to him, smiling softly at guards who greeted her. Once she was standing next to him, she slowly reached over and held his hand in hers. He looked down in slight surprise, his own smile forming on his face as he gripped her hand tightly.

“Good morning little fox. It’s nice to see you out and about with us,” Chepe commented leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Needed to get out of my room. Some sunlight. What’s happening right now?” Blix asked, her voice slightly hoarse from her crying.

“Just a meeting about security surrounding the party. We need to be highly aware of who we let in or near it. Don’t want anyone from the DEA sniffing around,” Pacho softly explained, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him.

“Knowing them, they’ll plant someone whose low level as like wait staff. Look for anyone who has family that’s been struggling financially,” Blix replied, curling into his side.

The two of them nodded in response, Chepe smirking slightly as he walked off.

“Shall we go out? I think it’s been a while since I’ve taken you out on a date. I want to be a bit selfish today, and keep you to myself,” Pacho whispered to her, giving her a small kiss.

Blix smiled at him, kissing him back, with a nod of her head.

“Yeah. I wanna be selfish too, and keep YOU to myself,” Blix whispered back.

“Then let’s get out of here. Get you something light to eat for breakfast, and then we will go,” Pacho said leading her into the kitchen.

She quickly grabbed a granola bar and a bottle of water, following him out to his Corvette. She ate her food and drank her water, as the two of them drove away from the house.

The two of them drove around the countryside, just enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. Blix held his hand, leaning her head back, smiling contently.

She felt her hand being lifted, and looked over at him, watching as he kissed her hand a few times.

“It’s nice to see you smile, darling,” Pacho commented sweetly. “Was wondering if I was ever going to see it again.”

“Sorry if I worried you. I just…needed to be alone. Needed to…process everything. It’s strange no longer having to go to work anymore. It’s actually kind of freeing,” Blix replied, leaning over to kiss his shoulder quickly.

“But now, you work fully for us. Stress levels may not be much different, but the benefits are much better in my opinion,” Pacho joked.

“Oh? What benefits would that be?” Blix asked him with a teasing grin.

“Oh, we will explore those… intensely… all night long if need be,” Pacho answered, his voice low and seductive.

Blix giggled at him, shaking her head.

The two of them simply continued their drive, cruising through the city. Blix bit her lip, as she noticed where they were.

“Turn left here,” she suddenly directed him, making up her mind.

Pacho looked at her with mild confusion but followed her directions, eventually driving into the parking garage of a large apartment complex.

“Where are we?” Pacho questioned as they got out and made their way into the elevator.

“My secret place,” Blix answered softly.

They eventually got out on the top floor, stepping into a hallway that only had two doors. Blix made her way toward the door on the left, opening it with a key card that she dug out of her bag.

She stepped inside, leaving the door wide open for Pacho to follow in behind.

“So. No one knows about this place. It is my home away from home. I have it under a pseudonym. You are the only person I’ve ever shown this place to,” Blix explained to him, as they stood in her living room.

Pacho looked around curiously, his eyes wandering over to the wall of pictures she had. Blix noticed the small frown on his face, and knew he was staring at the one of her and Javier dancing.

She walked over to the wall, and took it down, along with a few others that were of just her and Javier. She took the pile over to a closet, setting them down in the first empty box she came across in it. She looked over the remaining photos, and gently pulled down one from the wall that was of her and Horacio with his family. It was his birthday, and although he insisted on not wanting to celebrate it, they had a small party.

Julianna wanted to take a family photo together, and Blix stood off to the side, watching with a smile as the four of them lined up. Julianna had them wait, looking around before spotting her. Julianna waved her over, claiming, “I said I wanted a family photo, get over here.” Blix had meekly walked over, not expecting that. She stood next to Horacio, with the kids in front, and Julianna tucked into his side, smiling brightly. Horacio threw an arm around her shoulders, resting it there while his other held Julianna close to him. Blix had made bunny ears with her hands behind the kids’ heads at the last moment causing many laughs when the photo came out.

Blix smiled at it softly, holding it to her chest, turning around to face Pacho.

“This is me showing how much I trust you. How much I love you, and you alone. Javier was my past. You are my future. Is it a future where I may still get shot at, or caught in an explosion? High probability. Am I willing to face all of that if you’re by my side? Yes,” Blix vowed to him, switching to English.

Pacho stepped up to her, taking the frame out of her hands, tossing it softly onto the couch. His hands then cupped her face, staring deeply into her eyes. He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against hers.

“I thank you for showing me this. I know your trust has been betrayed too many times in the past. I promise to never take it for granted or let you down. I want you to always feel comfortable coming to me for anything. And… you’re right. I’ve had some doubts since you informed me that Peña had returned. That maybe apart of you was missing him and wanting to go back to him. Especially when you stayed alone in your room for so long and avoided my touch for days,” Pacho said with a sigh, as his hands slid down to her waist.

“I’m sorry that I made you think that. Honestly… he hasn’t been a blip in my mind in months. Hell. He drunk called me the night that Gacha was killed to tell me he had regrets. Yet… I felt nothing during that conversation. All I could think about… was you. I’ve been yours and yours alone for quite some time,” Blix confessed to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Pacho looked at her with mild surprise.

“That long my love?” Pacho inquired, not quite believing it, switching back to Spanish.

She nodded her head yes, “I’m yours, and you’re mine. Nothing is going to change that.”

Pacho smiled at her in response, leaning down to kiss her. The kiss was passionate and breathtaking. Blix slowly walked backwards to lead the both of them toward the bedroom. The back of her legs eventually hit the side of the bed. She pulled away for a moment, to catch her breath and gently shrug off the dress she wore. Pacho took off his shirt, and pants, kissing and nipping at her throat as he did so.

Once he was mostly undressed, she took a step backwards onto the bed, standing on her knees. Kissing him multiple times, as she ran her fingers through his hair, as he shoved off his boxers haphazardly.

“Hands above your head darling,” Pacho ordered her, his eyes darkening as he watched her lay down on the bed.

She did as she was told, biting her lip softly. She gently grasped the bars of her bed frame to keep her hands from moving as Pacho crawled on top of her.

He gazed down at her, brushing her hair away from her face; his eyes held so much emotion within them.

“You belong to me, as I belong to you; mind, body, and soul. Not going to lie, I never thought you would take permanent residence in my heart when I first met you, and yet…” Pacho confessed kissing her softly.

“Does it upset you?” Blix asked him with a small smile.

“Not one bit. My world is full of darkness and pain… being with you makes my life brighter,” Pacho answered her, his hand running up and down her side.

Time melted away as the two of them spent part of the day wrapped up in each other’s arms chasing their highs, multiple times. The two of them didn’t clean up and get dressed before making their way back out to his car, until the sun began to set. They went to a small restaurant to eat dinner, finally returning home well after dark.

The two of them took a proper shower, smiling softly at one another as the water poured over them. Once they were both cleaned and dried off, they crawled under the covers, not bothering to get dressed. Blix fell asleep, tucked into his side, her head resting on his chest.

Pacho looked down at her, brushing her hair away from her face.

“If you only knew… that I’d burned the whole world down for you, if it meant your happiness,” Pacho whispered as he too fell asleep minutes later.

Blix woke up in the wee hours of the morning, not quite sure what had woken her. As her brain registered everything, she could hear the sounds of rain pouring outside, and an ache growing in her shoulder.

Blix sat up slowly, rolling her shoulder trying to work out the pain. After a few minutes of trying to gain some sort of relief, she gave up, sighing heavily.

She stood from the bed, grabbing a robe to cover herself up as she made her way downstairs in search of some ibuprofen.

As she walked into the kitchen she could hear a couple of guards talking out by the indoor pool area. She planned to ignore it until she heard her name being dropped.

“…Do you really think they’ll keep her around now that she no longer is a federal agent? What use is she to the brothers? I mean, from the looks of it she just seems to be entertainment for Pacho,” She heard a guard state to another.

“You haven’t been here very long brother. One she still has connections that not even the brothers know about I’m quite sure. As for Pacho? Don’t let him or Diego hear you say that she is ‘just entertainment.’ Last guy who insulted her and Pacho heard about it, the guy wound up becoming fish food. I don’t even think she knows about it to be honest,” She heard Maurice’s voice that time.

Blix paused in her movements to get medicine as she thought about what was said. In some ways, the first guard was correct. She had no purpose now. She didn’t have the safety net of being a federal agent to protect her from them killing her.

She shuffled her way back to bed, medicine forgotten as she was hit with a sense of dread.

‘They… they wouldn’t…right? Not after this long? Or… rather… Pacho wouldn’t allow them to do anything…right?’

Her thoughts were running rampant as she stepped into the bedroom. However, every thought stopped the second her eyes landed on Pacho, who was on his back, the covers barely covering him.

Blix.exec has crashed.

When she finally realized that she had been standing there ogling gazing at him for several minutes, she simply shook her head and tossed her robe off to the side. She rejoined him under the covers, adjusting them a bit to re-cover him. She curled up next to him, sighing softly as his arms wrapped around her.

“You okay my queen?” His voice low and full of sleep. “You took a while to rejoin me.”

“I’m good. Just…overthinking as usual,” she whispered to him, kissing his chest.

“Hmm. We’ll talk later about that annoying habit. For now,” Pacho turned onto his side, pulling her as close as possible to him, arms wrapped around her securely.

Blix shook her slightly at him, and with a small hum, she returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around him as well.

She fell asleep slowly, shoving her worries away from her mind.

When she woke up again it was to Pacho and Diego having a low conversation.

“I’ve had to talk to several of our men and calm them down after the incident at the docks. They all seem to think that she may have been involved. Despite the fact that she has nothing to do with DEA. They would believe it more coming from you, Pacho,” Diego informed him.

“I’ll take care of it. I know, and the brothers know she wouldn’t do anything to harm us. The only DEA agent she even spoke to the most was Pena, and he hasn’t been in Colombia in over a month. She wouldn’t go to anyone but him, so no. She’s not involved,” Pacho voice was firm in his reply. “Plus, she doesn’t know about all of our locations in America, yet.”

“if you’re gonna talk about me, should probably do so when I’m not near you to hear,” Blix rasped softly as she slowly sat up.

She held the covers to her chest, as she looked between the two men.

“Sorry, my queen. Some men are just… paranoid. Most of them trust you, and know you wouldn’t do us any harm,” Pacho tried to assure her.

Her frown deepened the more he spoke, and then the conversation she overheard last night crept into her mind. She looked away, trying not to show her worries.

Pacho stared at her for a long minute, before softly telling Diego to give them a minute.

Once they were alone, Pacho reached out turning her head back to him.

“What happened?” Was all he asked.

Blix looked down, biting her lip for a moment before telling him what she had heard.

“…and I kept help but think that they have a point. I got you the deal y’all wanted. It’s basically cemented. What further use do you have for me? Especially when I am no longer a federal agent? I ju-” Her rambling was cut off by Pacho kissing her.

Blix didn’t react, at first, not expecting it. Pacho pulled away slightly, staring into her eyes.

“First and foremost, you are not entertainment. You are my Queen. A Goddess among mere men. The Lady of Cali. Being reduced to mere ‘entertainment’ means you are replaceable. You’re not. Secondly, you’ve proven your value beyond being a federal agent. You have more valuable knowledge and talent than half the men in the entire cartel. Let me tell you something. You have so much power, that many people fear you. Escobar. During that party, do you know what he said to Gilberto?” He waited for her to shake her head. “He said to be careful working with a woman who shows such fierce loyalty. She would burn the world for him. I would hate to see what she would do as an act of revenge.”

Blix stared at him, not fully processing what he was saying.

“Hell, both of the brothers have talked about leaving the empire to YOU. Have YOU run it in silence, while we serve our time, because you are the only one who would be capable of doing so. Now. Tell me… Does that sound like we plan to get rid of you at any point?” Pacho asked her his face serious.

Blix blinked rapidly at that, “They… they what?”

“Yes. Now, get rid of those doubts. You’re not going nowhere. You’re mine and staying forever,” Pacho ended his small tirade with a nod.

Pacho pulled her up to stand before stating, “Now, we have much to do, My Lady of Cali. Party is in two days, and you still need a dress; Marta will be arriving in a few minutes to help take care of that. I need to go strangle some of my men and have a firm conversation with the rest.”

Blix nodded her head, before grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving just yet.

She quietly thanked him, leaning up to kiss him, that he happily returned. She whispered against his lips a soft ‘I love you’ before making her way to the closet to get dressed.

His closet had slowly become a combination of both of their clothes the past few weeks. His room was slowly turning into ‘their’ room. Her bedroom was more for when she needed space and time to herself at this point.

Blix got dressed into some pants and a Beatles shirt with zip-up hoodie over it. She tossed on some boots, after grabbing a random pair of socks before going downstairs. Marta was just entering the house when she arrived in the living room. The two exchanged greetings, leaving soon after.

The two of them drove into downtown Cali, parking in one of the garages that was owned by her father. They strolled down to the high-end shops and began their search. The first three stores, they didn’t find anything that looked good.

Blix was standing in the dressing room of the fourth store, looking at some of the dresses with distaste when Marta appeared next to her suddenly with a large smile.

“I think I found the one!” she exclaimed with a giggle.

She handed over a strapless, soft blue dress, with a corseted bodice and light off the shoulder sleeves.

Blix tried it on, showing it off once she had the lacing adjusted properly.

Marta squealed, “You look so sexy in that! Pacho won’t know what hit him!”  

Blix lightly twirled, the skirt, though short, fluttered delicately.

“I agree. I like the simplicity but sexiness of it. Now, to find some shoes to go with it,” Blix noted with a smile, stepping back into the dressing room to change back.

She delicately carried the dress with her to the shoe section, trying to find a pair that matched the dress.

Blix eventually spotted a pair of light blue leather high heels that matched it quite well. After getting the size she needed, she went to pay for her items. However, Marta had already taken care of the bill.

“You’ve helped me with so much. Plus, I owe you for helping me with wedding plans,” Marta waved her off, when Blix protested.

Blix sighed, shaking her head, before conceding. The two of them got brunch before returning to Pacho’s house.

Marta waved goodbye from her car as Blix strolled into the house with her bags; Blix returning the gesture.

Pacho was sitting on the couch, reading quietly. Blix looked around, trying not to think too much about the men that were cleaning the floors; remnants of something red being mopped up.

One of the few maids that worked for Pacho offered to take her bags from her. Blix thanked her as she handed them over, asking her to place them in the closet.

Blix strolled over to him, gently ducking under his arms, as she placed herself in his lap. She curled up into his lap, as he softly chuckled at her.

“Hello, my shark, find an outfit for the party?” Pacho asked her as his free arm wrapped around her waist, pausing in his reading as he spoke to her.

“Indeed. I think you’ll like it a lot. Do… do I wanna know what happened while I was gone?” Blix hesitantly questioned.

“Nothing. Just clearing up some misunderstandings is all,” Pacho replied casually, his eyes returning to his book.

She shook her head at him, before glancing at the book he was reading. Don Quixote.

Blix smiled, biting back a small laugh as she read the title. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of Pacho’s heartbeat letting it lull her into a light sleep.

The next few days passed by in a blur of colorful decorations. Soon, it was the night of the party and Blix was getting ready as Pacho gave last minute orders to his men.

She had just finished curling her hair and was putting the finishing touches to her makeup when Pacho finally walked into the bedroom to change.

“Oh? My Queen has yet to put on her dress? Do you plan to go in just this robe? While I wouldn’t mind, I’d have to rip out the eyes of every man who looked at you,” Pacho teased her, gently playing with a lock of her hair.

“Making sure I don’t get anything on the dress. I’m about to change,” Blix smiled at him.

She got up, walking behind her folding partition to change. She had the dress hanging, with the shoes directly below it. Tossing the robe she was wearing to hang over the top of the partition, she gently stepped into the dress, sliding it up her body. She took a moment to adjust the corset, making sure it sat securely around her.

Blix quickly stepped into the shoes and waited a moment listening to Pacho’s footsteps as he got ready. When they finally paused, with a small tap to the floor, letting her know he was done and waiting.

She slowly stepped out from behind the divider with a small smile, that grew as she watched Pacho’s expression.

His eyes widen, jaw slightly dropped, as his gaze took her in. She walked up to him, noting his eyes darkening as she got closer.

“What do you think? You like?” Blix asked coyly standing directly in front of him.

“I am currently debating whether or not my presence is necessary… Since I’d rather toss you on that bed and punish you for wearing something so sexy. Now, I’m going to have to kill every man who even glances at you,” Pacho answered, his voice dark.

Blix shivered at his tone, finding it very attractive. She leaned over pressing a kiss to his jaw, before twirling around him, sauntering out the door.

“Are you coming darling?” She cheekily called over her shoulder.

By the time she reached the top of the staircase, Pacho caught up to her, smacking her on the ass once he did.

She playfully glared at him, as the two of them walked down the stairs together. Pacho smirked at her, his arm wrapping around her, his hand resting on her hip.

They met Diego and several of the men that were going with them at the bottom of the stairs before heading outside. Pacho shrugged on black leather jacket that was tossed to him, before handing her a jacket that looked just like his but in feminine form.

Blix slipped it on as Pacho led her over to his motorcycle a moment later. She looked around and saw multiple motorcycles and the men getting on them.

“Thought we were a cartel not a motorcycle gang?” Blix inquired with a smirk.

Pacho simply smirked back, before holding out a hand to help her straddle the back of it. She adjusted herself for a moment, wrapping her arms around him tightly as the bike rumbled to life.

The ride to Gilberto’s home was swift and soon they were dismounting the bikes, scattering every which way as they entered the party.

Pacho and Blix made their way into Gilberto’s office where they were greeted by both brothers and Chepe. Chepe handed Pacho a bottle of whiskey that Blix immediately recognized as American. Blix shook her head as they cracked it open and poured themselves a drink from it.

They offered a glass to her, and she took it with a sigh, “More of a bourbon girl but it is a sin to waste good whiskey.”

Chepe chuckled loudly at her response as Pacho simply pulled her into his side, the five of them toasting a moment later.

She listened quietly as Pacho mentioned Claudio Salazar and wanting to solve unfinished business. She gently squeezed his hand, noting the fury behind his eyes that seemed to be brewing. Gilberto firmly informed that now wasn’t the time just yet; Pacho accepted his answer, but she could tell he wasn’t happy by it.

The five of them walked outside to join the party, making the rounds, greeting several men and their wives. The entire time, Pacho never once let go of her hand as they strolled around the backyard.

Blix noted there were many politicians and military officers sprinkled throughout the party.

“DEA eat your heart out. If any of them saw the number of government officials that were here, they would die of shock,” Blix mumbled an eyebrow raised as they passed one.

“I’m sure they would. Guess it’s a good thing none of them here… nor any other federal agents,” Pacho responded lowly.

Blix turned to look at him, pausing in her footsteps. When Pacho stopped as well, she leaned against his body looking into his eyes.

She pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, “Even if I was one, still wouldn’t betray you.”

“Never said anything ab-” Pacho began to deny.

“I know, but I also know you quite well too. A small part of you worries that I’m playing some sort of long game. That I plan to betray you once I gather all my evidence. I hope to continue to disappoint those thoughts of yours,” Blix whispered, kissing him on the lips properly.

Pacho gently grasped her chin, deepening the kiss for a moment. The two of them broke a part a minute later, smiling softly at one another.

Pacho retook her arm, and they continued their stroll through the party for about an hour before Gilberto finally called them off to side to make the announcement.

Blix stood by Pacho’s side near the stage as Gilberto and Miguel announced the future of the Cali cartel: 6 months of uninterrupted production and sales, before minimum jail time.

Blix watched the crowd, noticing a couple of faces looking displeased at the news. Many appeared to be alright; some even looked excited.

The party lasted for a couple of hours more, before Blix found herself back in Gilberto’s office, sitting on the arm of the leather chair that Pacho sat in.

The five of them were listening to the tapes of the four sicarios that they had felt would try to betray them. Claudio Salazar being one of them.

The Gentlemen discussed their fates, as Blix listened to them.

“Do you disagree with anything we’ve said Blix?” Miguel eventually asked her, turning all eyes toward her.

“They’re a threat. If we don’t deal with them now, then they are going to do something drastic to either stop the deal or get one of us killed. The Salvadors have already proven in the past that they don’t give a shit about whose throats they step on to get a leg up,” Blix answered calmly.

Pacho’s hand, which was resting on her thigh, gave it a small squeeze in appreciation.

The others nodded in agreement before making the calls to get rid of them as fast as possible.

Pacho stood up suddenly and ordered a car to take Blix home before he stepped out of the office.

Blix gave a look of confusion before standing up as well and following him.

“Why are you sending me home? Why can’t I come with you to take care of Salvador?” Blix questioned as she caught up to him.

“Because I do not need you to see that side of me,” Pacho replied his voice quiet.

“You’re sidelining me… because you’re worried that I’ll what? Be scared of you? Judge you? Handsome, you have yet to judge me for my dark parts. Why would I do the same for you? I am going and that’s that,” Blix said, with a firm nod of her head.

Pacho watched her walk past him to his motorcycle, getting on it and waiting for him. She didn’t notice the small smile that crept up on his face as he watched her. He eventually followed her footsteps, kissing her briefly before straddling the bike.

The two of them, plus the rest of the men who came with them, rode off going toward a small bar in the middle of nowhere.

Once they stopped, Blix followed slowly behind, letting Diego be at Pachos’ side, and quietly held Pacho’s jacket. He kissed her forehead swiftly, before going further inside. She watched from the doorway, as Pacho changed the music to ‘Dos Gardenias’ and make nice with Claudio. She smirked as she watched Pacho and Diego dance, noting everyone stopping to watch them.

She chuckled as she watched how uncomfortable Claudio became every time they kissed.

Blix straightened up as she watched Pacho walk back over to Salazar, smashing the bottle onto his head. His men then rushed over as the crowd dispersed, grabbing both Salazars.

She led them outside, where his men tied up Claudio with ropes, and tying the other sides to the backs of their motorcycles. Diego held down his brother, forcing him to watch.

As his men got him secured, Blix strolled over to Pacho holding his jacket open, politely assisting him in putting it back on. Pacho turned back around to face her, his hands moving to cup her face. She placed her hands over his, looking him directly in the eyes. Pacho kissed her on the lips firmly.

She kissed him back, her hands moving to the collar of his shirt and jacket, gripping them tightly.

He pulled away far too soon for her liking and watched as he inspected the work his men did. Once he was satisfied he sauntered back toward his bike, his hand grabbing hers, pulling her along. The two them hopped onto his bike; she listened to him rev the engine drowning out the sounds of Claudio pleading.

She focused on the sounds of the engine, ignoring the sudden screams as Pacho started to move forward. He lurched the bike once, twice, and by the third time he was gunning it. There was a pause in movement before they were freely driving off.

He drove a bit before stopping to quickly cut the rope off near some guards that had been stationed a half mile down. They quickly grabbed the arm that had been ripped off, tossing it into the back of a trunk.

The two of them left soon after, driving back home. Once the motorcycle was parked in the garage, and both of them were inside the house, Pacho turned to her.

“I was not trying to sideline you to be cruel. I wasn’t sure how you would react to my brutality. Diego was also unsure about how you would feel about our little display. Not going to lie… I was afraid that it would cause you to run off. Or that you would look at us differently. However… I apparently had nothing to worry about,” Pacho confessed to her, his hand reaching up to play with a lock of hair.

“Again. You’ve seen my callousness and didn’t judge me. In fact, pretty sure you found me extremely sexy when I was like that. Well… turnabouts fair play. That was probably one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen you do. Now… can we go upstairs finally?” Blix asked him with smile. “Besides… I don’t think you’ve realized something.”

Pacho gave her a look of suspicion, trying to figure out what she was referring to. She smiled secretively walking away, glancing back at him several times as she led him upstairs to their bedroom. She had kicked off her shoes as she entered the room, turning to look at him as she walked backwards to the bed.

He tossed his jacket onto a chair and removed his shoes as well, still looking at her curiously. She lifted her hand up, signaling for him to come hither with a single finger. She watched him step forward, pausing when he was directly in front of her. She took his hand, and placed it on her thigh, making sure it was under the skirt of her dress.

Pacho squinted a bit, his fingers spreading out. He realized a moment later what she meant.

“You… you’re not wearing underwear..” He breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut as a groan escaped him.

She undid the corset, allowing the dress to crumble down her body to show she wore nothing underneath the dress.

When he opened his eyes, noting the fabric that was now resting on his hand, his eyes darkened as he realized what she was trying to tell him. She had worn absolutely nothing under this dress for hours. It explained why she wasn’t in the mood to dance a great deal and why she would carefully sit down.

He tugged the material of the dress down, to allow it to pool at her feet before he stripped off his shirt.

“On the bed beautiful,” He gently ordered her as he removed the rest of his clothes.

She bit her lip before following his command, trying to hold back her grin.

A moment later, he was guiding her down on to her back, kissing her passionately. He broke away to kiss down her neck, nipping lightly at the skin.

She ran her fingers through his hair, as he worked his way down her body, kisses and gentle bites everywhere.

He glanced up at her when he reached her stomach, small pecks placed on it, tickling her.

“Shall I make you see stars my love?” Pacho inquired with a teasing grin.

“Please do,” Blix answered with a small sigh.

“As my Queen wishes,” Pacho murmured against her skin.

Pacho proceeded to do that well into the evening. Neither of them aware of the chaos unfolding elsewhere.

Javier’s POV

Javier was quietly trying to enjoy his whiskey without interruption, but it seemed fate was against him.

He listened to Stechner explain the situation, trying hard to not lose his cool.

“In fact… it was a certain former FBI agent that presented the deal. Apparently, she and Mr. Herrera have gotten quite… close… over the past year and a half,” Stechner said nonchalantly.

“Excuse me? What… what the hell are you talking about?” Javier demanded, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.

“Oh yeah. Agent Blix Lage. Or I guess, former Agent Blix Lage, has become quite cozy with Pacho. In fact, there’s even been whispers that they call her the Lady of Cali. She never told you?” Stechner asked arrogantly, smirking before adding that the operation he had going on that night was a failure.

Stechner left, leaving a couple of pesos and a fuming Javier.

‘She wouldn’t. I know she had troubles with him before but… but she wouldn’t…’ Javier didn’t know what to think anymore.

Javier decided then that he would try and confront her tomorrow. He wasn’t sure what he would say but he knew he had to hear it from her.

For the time being… he was just going to do what he did best.

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[proceduralpassion]

Would You Kill For Me, My Love?

Day 9 of Narcoctober- Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character. Create anything with a queer and/or trans original character or reader insert.

Characters: Pacho Herrera x OC (Will Boa Vista)

WC: 522 (she smol but she mighty)

A/N: Whewwww they kinda got me a choke hold ngl. This is less than 600 words and somehow there's a whole universe and timeline for them in my noggin'. Das crazy. Remember kids: grammar and spelling errors add spice and character.

“It’s a simple ask.”

The situation is nowhere near the realm of funny but the laugh escapes Will before he can bury it back in his throat. It tapers into a heavy sigh and his shoulders sag like he’s resting the weight of the world on them.

“It’s not a simple ask, mi amor,” Will demurs.

Pacho grabs a hold of his hand, his other hand occupying a gun. Will looks up at the grasp and their eyes meet in a desperate exchange, “It is a simple question, my dear. Are you willing to kill for me?”

Will’s eyes don’t hold doubt. They hold fear, sure, but there’s no deception or betrayal in his stare. There’s adoration, there’s contemplation. He was never meant to be brought into this world. Desperation along with an unfortunate sequence of circumstances landed them together, and even then, Will regrets not a thing. He never thought that he'd find love before meeting Pacho. He never imagined himself holding a lover in such high regard. If it were anyone else, Will would’ve told them they were crazy. That he would do no such thing as take another’s life. But now? Now, he’s more scared of what he is willing to do in the name of love.

Pacho keeps talking to fill the silence since Will has not yet spoken, “It’s okay, you know. I wouldn’t hold it against you if you wanted to take this as your out. I know how much you mean to me, and how much I mean to you.”

He doesn’t say it outright, but he knows that no matter how this goes, Will would never betray Pacho.

Things were ramping up and if Pacho predicted correctly, there would soon be a war on his hands. He’d already been making moves and setting things to the side in order to prepare on the business front. Now, he found himself considering the chess pieces on the chessboard of his personal life. Who was vulnerable. Who would be targeted to hurt Pacho the most.

Will was a man who came from his own background of violence and brutality, but there were lines that even he hadn’t crossed. Pacho was ready for anything that could possibly be thrown at him, but this was the life he was built for. The life he was brought into before he even came of rational mind. There was no escaping it. And he wasn’t sure that he wanted to. But Will still had the chance to cut his losses, if that was what he so chose.

Pacho continues, looking on at his lover’s face as if he could decipher the man’s racing thoughts from merely standing in front of him, “I won’t ask you to stand by my side if that is not your wish-”

Will silences him by cupping his hand over Pacho’s. He leans in, tenderly kissing him and leaving their foreheads pressed against one another.

“It was always going to be this. Us,” and simply because he can, Will swipes another kiss from him, “It was always going to be me and you against everyone against the world.”

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[purplesong1028]

Of Men and Games

Chapter 5: Storm

Pacho lets out a sigh. He tells himself it’s simply out of frustration and annoyance, so he can ignore the subtle tightness in his chest. “What are you asking, Fernando?”

“I want to know if I got a man killed.”

Rating: Mature

Paring: Pacho/Male OC

Words: 2,945

The room is dim and the bed is soft, scented candles burning on the nightstand, right next to the half finished champagne bottle. Pacho sighs contentedly, buries himself deeper inside the beautiful body. The sex is great, phenomenal, but it’s more than the sheer physical pleasure. There’s something incredibly addictive to have the perfect young governor pinned under him, consumed for his own pleasure. Pacho picks up the pace and smashes their lips together, swallowing Fernando’s blissful moans. This is only their second time together, but it already feels comfortable and familiar, like they’ve been lovers for a long time. He grunts and gives it a few final thrusts, pushing them over the edge. The overwhelming pleasure takes over his body in a glorious blast of cathartic sensations.

*

They lay side by side catching their breath. The candlelight shines on Fernando’s naked chest, painting it with a shade of golden glow. Pacho reaches over to put his palm there, feeling the elevated heartbeat under smooth, moist skin.

Fernando exhales with a smile, and turns to meet his gaze. “Shit, that was good.”

“Were you expecting otherwise?”

“No, not with you.”

At that exact moment, in the state of complete relaxation, without thinking, Pacho almost asks “so who disappointed you?” But he catches himself before the words could come out. It would be strange to ask about other people they sleep with.

He sits up and grabs his box of cigarettes from the nightstand. The lighter is a little further away and he doesn’t want to move, so he just lights a cigarette on the candle.

“So? What’s on your mind?”

Fernando shrugs, eyeing him up and down. “Right now? Not much.”

“Well, I suppose you didn’t come just for this.”

“Why? Would that be unreasonable?”

Pacho smiles with the cigarette between his lips. Usually he’s not a fan of speaking in circles. He’s perfectly capable of doing it for business reasons, but has never taken pleasure from it. However, this isn’t some convoluted mind game. It’s just their style of bantering, and a little harmless back and forth can be fun.

“It’s reasonable, but unlike you.”

“Fair enough.” Fernando snatches the cigarette from him to take a puff himself, and Pacho realizes this is the first time he’s seen the young governor do that.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t usually, but I know how to.” Fernando gives the cigarette back. He waves it off, thinking he’ll just get another one, but Fernando reaches over and naughtily sticks it back in his mouth.

Part of him is truly a little shocked by the audacity, but mostly he can’t suppress a big smile from the playfulness.

“Alright, enough.” He gives Fernando a light push, just enough force to get him back to the other half of the bed. “What are you doing here, besides this?”

Fernando remains silent for several seconds, a layer of seriousness finally clouding his dark brown eyes, and then he sighs, and pulls the blanket up to his waist. “I’m just thinking a lot about what’s been happening recently.”

“About Escobar? He really spooked you at that party, huh?” Pacho laughs a little, finding it amusing how easily this cunning, intelligent politician can be bothered by something no more than a regular Tuesday for himself.

“It’s not just that.” Fernando quickly denies it, and it doesn’t look like a lie to protect the ego. “I’ve been paying attention, ok? And I do my own research. They tried to keep it out of the news, but the lawyer and the judge who worked on his case years ago are both now dead, just when the election is coming to an end.”

“You’re not wrong.” He inhales deeply, and then slowly blows out the smoke. “But why are you worried? You didn’t work on his case, and you aren’t running against him.”

Fernando gives him an observing stare. “Why are you not worried?”

He scoffs, stubbing the cigarette out. “Do you think I would be here right now if I were scared of Escobar?”

“That’s not what I mean. How are you suddenly so okay with it? You were the one who asked me to look for information, and now you just…”

Pacho turns to directly face the young governor. He doesn’t feel offended but maybe something changed in his eyes, because Fernando stops talking promptly. He nods, urging him to go on.

“Now you just seem like you don’t care what happens when he becomes a senator.”

Pacho studies the younger man’s face, the slightly furrowed brows and the tight jawline, all serious yet still so handsome. Everyone is complicated, especially if they’re smart, but nevertheless, Fernando’s dichotomy never ceases to amaze him. On one hand, there’s this promising politician who schemes and lies, hiding his true ambitions behind a charming, harmless act. On the other hand, in rare moments of vulnerability, glimpses of real naivety stir under the surface, barely noticeable, but clear as day to him. Maybe that’s why Fernando’s pretense always works so well. Because it’s never fully a lie, and the most believable lies always have elements of truth in it.

“What would you do then, hmm?” He brushes a lock of hair away from Fernando’s forehead, indulging themselves in this thought game. “Tell me, if you were me, and you’re so concerned, what would you be doing right now?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been you.” Fernando doesn’t lean into the touch, still immersed in his thoughts. “But he’s a threat, a lot more so to you than to me, at least at the moment. I would imagine you guys are working on some way to eliminate it.”

“Eliminate it,” he chuckles at the choice of words, “and I thought I was the criminal.”

“No, that’s not…” Fernando laughs out too, “well, I guess that word means very different things for us.”

“Does it though?” Pacho leans closer, which is an intimate gesture in their current state, but intimacy can turn into danger in an instant. Both of them know it. “Does it mean something different for you in this case?”

Fernando meets his gaze and holds it, doesn’t shift away from him but doesn’t move closer either. For a moment, it doesn’t feel like they’re both naked in the same bed, but sitting across from each other at a negotiation table.

“I don’t know enough to speak on that. That’s why I’m asking you.” Eventually Fernando says, safe and honest, a flawless, pointless statement made by a politician.

*

They face each other in silence for a while, their faces inches away as their breathing gets hotter, more elevated. Pacho feels his eyes slowly travel down to the pair of red lips. He could kiss them again right now, a perfect way to make use of all the tension.

He slowly backs away to his own side of bed. “Not all threats can be eliminated immediately, querido, whatever ‘eliminated’ means to you.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“I know you are, but you have this idea that…” Pacho thinks about what it must have been like for someone like Fernando, to always have exactly what he needs to achieve what he wants, to be able to take action and immediately see results. “There are always clear steps to take, a detailed plan to be made and carried out, and it will just work.”

Fernando shrugs, “is that not the case?”

“It is when you’re doing the right thing.” He rolls off the bed and picks up a bathrobe from the armchair, smirking at the burning gaze on his back. “When you’re doing bad things, sometimes the best course of action is waiting for the other person to fuck up first.”

“So that’s it? Waiting for Escobar to make a mistake on his own?” Fernando also gets out of the warm bed, looking for his underwear among pieces of soothing scattered around the carpet. “I don’t know. He seems to be pretty good at covering up for himself, you know, the dead judges and all.”

“So far he is.” Pacho pours two glasses of whiskey. “We’ve been having this back and forth with him for years. The more success he has, the more reckless he becomes, the more bullshit lies he needs to make up.”

He offers a glass to Fernando, who’s now buttoning up his white shirt. “And Escobar has never been a great liar. Just think about what happens when he’s surrounded by people like you.”

“Alright, I see where this is going.” Fernando takes the drink from his hand. “You guys want to just sit tight and watch him get burned in a game he doesn’t know how to play.”

“That’s one way to put it,” he takes a small sip, “and there are many ways to make his old game more difficult for him, at the same time.”

“Do I want to know the details?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Fair enough.” Fernando lifts his eyebrows and puts down the whiskey. “I have to say, you never seemed like such a patient man to me. I’m surprised.”

“I didn’t say I enjoyed it, but it’s necessary.”

*

Fernando picks up his suit jacket from the floor and carefully places it on the back of the couch. “Actually, there is something else that I want to talk to you about.”

“I figured.” Pacho sits down on the couch. “It’d be uncharacteristic of you to just come questioning our strategy against Escobar.”

“Please, I wasn’t questioning you.” Fernando laughs it off, although they both know that was exactly what he was doing. “This is about another senator-to-be, someone from here.”

Pacho thinks about the candidates that he knows. He can come up with several names, but can’t seem to remember what they look like or where they stand politically. Gilberto had always been the one who’s closer to all that stuff.

“Diego Garcia.” Fernando takes out a folder and hands it to him, the exact same plain folder as the one he gave him weeks ago, with Carlos Vasquez’s information. “Maybe you don’t know him, but you’ve definitely heard of him. He isn’t exactly the quiet type.”

Pacho opens the folder, and yes, the picture definitely rings a bell. He’s seen this guy on tv or newspapers, maybe both, but every other candidate has been overshadowed by Escobar recently, so he hasn’t been paying much attention.

“And how exactly did he piss you off?” Pacho teases. “By being too loud?”

“God, I wish.” Fernando rolls his eyes, “he’s the type of person who hates everyone and everything, and gained his popularity by appealing to people who also hate everything! I’ve always thought he’s better off hanging out with the guerillas.”

Pacho can’t help but smile at the vivid description. “Then what’s the problem if he hates everyone equally?”

“I’m a bigger target than almost everyone else. That’s the problem. He hasn't been speaking kindly of me or anyone else since his campaign.” Fernando picks the glass of whiskey back up, gently shakes it. “I’ve tried to smooth things over but nothing works with him. Now he’s going to be a senator, and the last thing I need is to have this fucking guy trash me in front of the entire congress.”

Pacho closes the folder. “I assume this is where you are going to ask that favor from me.”

“It is.” Fernando admits, but then he seems to realize something, and hurries to add more explanation. “I don’t need you to…eliminate him. I just want your help to get more information, private information.”

“What kind of private information?”

“I don’t know, but no one’s perfect, so there has to be something I could use. They don’t call you guys Cali KGB for no reason, right?”

He puts the folder aside and leans in. There’s something extremely alluring about such constraints, a moral system that dictates where the line is, to decide which sins are acceptable and which ones are not. It’s like a cracked mirror, inviting him to break it down completely. “I can get you the info if that’s what you want, but I don’t mind offering you another solution, an easier one.”

For a second, he sees the crack become deeper in Fernando’s eyes as the pupils enlarge, maybe out of shock or fear, but maybe due to something else, something much darker.

“Information will suffice for now.”

“As you wish.” Pacho offers a comforting smile. He isn’t particularly disappointed or surprised. He knows the other man isn’t ready to go down that path yet, but what’s important is to plant the idea now, to prepare him from a very likely possibility. “It’s your favor to ask.”

“Thank you, I’ll wait for your call.” Fernando slowly exhales, and then looks at the watch. “I should get going.”

“Be careful recently, try to upgrade your security.” Pacho watches him putting his jacket back on. “Things are going to start moving a lot faster.”

“I know.” Fernando says as he walks towards the door, but then he turns back when his hand is already on the door handle. “You know what’s funny though? Eduardo Sandoval warned me about the exact same thing.”

*

Turns out he and Eduardo Sandoval are both right. Even that thought alone sounds funny in his ears. To put it simply, Lara kicked Escobar’s ass on his very first Congress meeting. Pacho watched it on the news with Gilberto and Miguel. Later that day, Fernando called him too, all excited and cheerful, offering him a lot more juicy details from the inside.

Long story short, Escobar’s political dream was over as soon as it started, but the story doesn’t end there, far from it.

On the topic of Diego Garcia, Jorge did manage to find some scandalous things, but nothing crazy, just the regular stuff with women and drugs, their drugs. Fucking whores and snorting powder don’t sound great for a new senator, but they aren’t necessarily career ending. He sent all the information to Fernando. How the young governor wants to use it is none of his business. What concerns him more is how Garcia seems to find a new political alliance in Lara, joining in on the efforts to condemn narcos, which is fucking ironic since the man literally snorts what they sell.

Pacho is not an expert on politics, but he doesn’t need to be to understand what’s going on. Men like Garcia will jump on the hottest train regardless where the train’s going: if people are angry, he would use their anger for his own benefit; if Escobar ended up taking power instead, he would have no problem opposing extradition.

A few weeks later, Lara’s car gets shot up, days before he’s arranged to leave the country. It’s sad news for a lot of people, but not for Pacho. In fact, it’s barely even news. He knew it was going to happen, and he knew Lara would not be the only victim.

He receives the phone call another week later, on a rainy night. For a minute or so, no sound comes from the other side besides the faint background noise of the storm.

“I just came back from the funeral.” Fernando says eventually. His voice sounds deep and strained, blurred out as a crack of thunder breaks out.

“My condolences.”

“Was it Escobar?”

“It would make sense,” Pacho lights a cigarette, “Garcia wasn’t subtle with his support for Lara.”

“But it’s a little strange, don’t you think? It didn’t happen in Madellín or Bogotá. He was hunting in the mountains, and he was…” There’s a pause, and then a shaky breath. “Someone shot him in the head from behind.”

Pacho lets out a sigh. He tells himself it’s simply out of frustration and annoyance, so he can ignore the subtle tightness in his chest. “What are you asking, Fernando?”

“I want to know if I got a man killed.”

“No.” He answers firmly, and it’s the truth, but part of him feels ridiculous that he’s even attempting to offer any kind of comfort. “He made the decision, and he should know the risks. This has nothing to do with you.”

There’s no response, and even the sound of breathing is barely audible. He considers just hanging up, but he decides not to. If anything, maybe Fernando will hang up first.

“I met his family, you know? He has a son, an eight year old.” Fernando speaks again, just when Pacho expects the call to disconnect. “He was holding a toy car at the funeral, the last birthday present from his dad.”

“He should be safe. There’s no reason to touch a child who has nothing to do with it.” He stubs the cigarette out and runs a hand down his face. Seriously, what does Fernando expect to get out of this conversation? “Think about the bright side. Now he’s no longer a problem for you, right?”

Fernando lets out a short laugh. It sounds like a laugh for sure, but feels like a sob. Then there’s more silence, but this time he knows the conversation isn’t over.

“Are you doing anything now?”

Pacho looks outside of the window, and then at the clock. “I don’t think this is a great time to meet.”

“No, I’m not trying to meet.” Fernando takes a heavy deep breath, like he’s making up his mind for a grand decision. “Just stay on for a while?”

Pacho feels his eyes widen at the strange request. He can’t think of any possible explanation for this, but he also doesn’t plan to ask.

After all, it takes no effort by just being there, in the midst of a storm.

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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!

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🍰 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.)

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[cregan-starks]

Leyenda | Beholden

Summary: The DEA recruits Magnussen.

Words: 2,609

Pairing: none yet, but watch out for Special Agent Breslin

Warnings: politics, mentions of drug trafficking, mentions of death, mention of SA, mention of torture, mention of kidnapping, mention of violence, mention of guns, mentions of communism, Ronald Reagan, smoking, cussing, eventual enemies to friends to lovers, eventual relationship, eventual smut. Under no circumstances can you copy, plagiarize, steal my work, or post it somewhere else!

Notes: Hi, I’m alive. First off, I’m extremely sorry for being so late with posting this. Thank you all for your support and patience! It means a lot, and I hope that my little series will live up to your expectations. Secondly, please don’t take any chapter warnings lightly, as I don’t intend to downplay and romanticize the War on Drugs and other subjects related to it. Finally, the majority of characters featured in this story is based off of their portrayals in Netflix’s Narcos shows (if you haven’t seen Narcos: Mexico, please do yourself a favor and watch it). Agents Magnussen and Bowen are both my OCs. If you wish to be added to or removed from my taglist, my DMs and ask box are open.

Credits: Huge thank you to my beta @maharani-radha-writes 💛 and to my sweet @artthurshelby for the GIF 🧡

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DECEMBER 6, 1985

AUCKLAND, NEW ZEALAND

          “… bodies of U.S. drug agent Enrique Camarena and Mexican pilot Alfredo Zavala being loaded in the back of a pickup, guarded by heavily-armed Mexican Federal police for the 70-mile drive from Zamora to Guadalajara. The bodies were discovered early yesterday morning by a farm worker along a well-traveled road. They had not been there 12 hours earlier. The spot they were found was just 500 yards from a ranch house, where federal police killed five members of a family on Saturday after receiving an anonymous tip Camarena could be located on the ranch. Police said the family was involved in drug trafficking. Neighbors said it was a massacre.”

          Magnussen looked up from the pictures of the 881 Lope de Vega house that she was holding – valuable evidence she now apparently had access to – her gaze settling on the woman sitting across from her. Bowen had turned her head sideways, towards the cracked window, faking distraction. She scrunched up her small nose, indicating that the smell bothered her. Magnussen rolled the culprit – a cigarette – between her fingers, defiantly, with no intention of putting it out. The smoke filled her lungs, soothing her nerves slightly. Nasty habit, Maia would have complained.

          Magnussen decided to entertain herself by studying Bowen – preventing her eyes from lingering too long, lest the agent mistook it for interest. It was merely curiosity. Bowen had deposited her beige coat on the backrest of her chair, revealing bony shoulders, and had pushed her lengthy blond hair over them, straightening her spine. The wedding band that she wore glimmered in the sunlight each time her left hand moved. Although she had picked an unfortunate shade of pink for her lipstick, Magnussen couldn’t deny that Bowen had something striking about her. Must be the DEA badge attached to her belt. The one she had undoubtedly flashed in front of Magnussen’s coworkers to signal that she was an important American who meant business.

          And it had worked, of course. Here she was, in Magnussen’s office, with an air of superiority that taunted, “You should be grateful that I accepted to meet with you,” as if she had had a choice. The presence of a DEA agent had naturally caused turbulence around the place; several of Magnussen’s overly nosy colleagues couldn’t help but glance at them, foolishly assuming that no one noticed. Who the fuck thought glass walls were a good idea?

          Bowen had come bearing gifts; specifically, a dossier as thick as Brezhnev’s eyebrows titled “CLASSIFIED” – adding to the stack of reports already present on Magnussen’s desk – which sported the seal of the U.S. Department of Justice. Uh oh. Classified, U.S., justice. Too many bad words. Whatever it is, it’s illegal.

          This time, Bowen’s hawkish stare gave away her attempts to predict Magnussen’s suppressed reactions. Evidently, subtlety wasn’t among her strong suits. This is a fucking interview. For a job Magnussen neither knew about, nor applied for, let alone wanted. And why had they sent Bowen, of all people? They barely knew each other. Magnussen wasn’t going to give in – not so easily, anyway. She wanted answers, and if they wanted her, they would have to do better than this.

          Magnussen set aside the disturbing photos, attention shifting to the file titled “OPERATION LEYENDA.” She pulled out a list of names, some of which were crossed out.

           MIGUEL ÁNGEL FÉLIX GALLARDO

           JUAN JOSÉ ESPARRAGOZA MORENO

           SERGIO ESPINO VERDIN

           HUMBERTO ÁLVAREZ MACHAÍN

           RUBÉN ZUNO ARCE

           JUAN RAMÓN MATTA-BALLESTEROS

           RENÉ VERDUGO URQUÍDEZ

           RAÚL LÓPEZ ÁLVAREZ

           JESÚS FÉLIX GUTIÉRREZ

           JUAN JOSÉ BERNABÉ RAMIREZ

           JAVIER VÁSQUEZ VELASCO

          Upon closer inspection, she recognized most of them as drug traffickers or DFS agents. Or both. One question remained: what did all of this have to do with her? Magnussen took a drag from her cigarette, then tapped it against the rim of the ashtray on the desk, to drop the ashes. Alright, I’ll bite.

          ‘What’s Operation Leyenda?’, she queried, impartially.

          Bowen cleared her throat, relieved that the silent treatment had finally ended, and rested her elbows on the wooden surface.

          ‘It’s a task force we set up a few months ago. They’re gathering evidence to bring indictments against those responsible for what happened to Kiki,’ recited Bowen like a diligent student, as if she had practiced the speech in front of her mirror, at home.

          Magnussen’s brows furrowed while she leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other.

          ‘Mexico City said the Camarena case is closed,’ she recalled, running her free hand over her thigh, to smooth the fabric of her navy-blue suit pants, ‘I haven’t heard anything about Operation Leyenda on the news. The American embassy hasn’t said anything, either… Now that I think about it, neither has the DOJ.’

          ‘My, you’re observant,’ commented Bowen, dryly.

          ‘The classified part kinda gave it away,’ surmised Magnussen before smoking some more, ‘The operation’s illegal, and these agents are vigilantes.’

          ‘Administrator Lawn sees it as a taking off the gloves type of thing. The Mexican government isn’t big on transparency and justice, so, we’re giving them a… little push.’

          The faint smile that formed on Magnussen’s face didn’t reach her eyes. Bowen’s excuse reminded her of Porfirio Díaz’s lament, “Poor Mexico. So far from God, and so close to the United States.”

          ‘Anyway,’ continued the agent, ‘One of the agents recently got transferred to the States, and there’s a vacant spot on the team.’

          ‘Uh huh,’ deadpanned Magnussen, watching Bowen, suspiciously.

          She’s trying to recruit me for an illegal operation and preaching about transparency in the same breath.

          ‘Obviously, your name came up. Multiple times. Many of my superiors are quite eager to work with you. Edward Heath and James Kuykendall even put in a good word for you.’

          Oh, look at the Americans – doing charity work for free.

          ‘What’s with the crossed-out names?’, asked Magnussen, cutting to the chase, referring to the list of criminals.

          ‘They were arrested,’ replied Bowen, after hesitating for a split second.

          Or killed, Magnussen read between the lines, feeling beads of sweat gather at the nape of her neck. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, rubbing her left earring, the sharp edge of the crescent moon digging into her thumb.

          ‘Why does the DEA want me?’, she inquired, at last.

          Magnussen didn’t know how to best break it to the anti-drug Jehovah’s Witnesses that she didn’t think that narcotics were an actual problem.

          Bowen glared at her, reluctant to engage.

          ‘Indulge me, Audrey,’ teased Magnussen, offering the sweetest false smile she could manage.

          ‘Well, you knew Kiki personally–’

          ‘That’s funny,’ interrupted Magnussen, stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray, ‘Jaime Kuykendall was taken off the case for being too emotionally attached. Got transferred to El Paso.’

          ‘You talked with him?’, questioned Bowen, expression fatigued.

          ‘We keep in touch,’ disclosed Magnussen, flatly, drumming her black, manicured nails against the desk, ‘So, why does the DEA want me?’

          The agent let out a long sigh, shaking her head in disbelief.

          ‘You graduated two universities, you speak six languages, you have some experience in Mexico and with the DEA,’ listed Bowen, ‘You’re a smart, resourceful, and ambitious kid. That enough or do you need more?’

          I doubt that you have more. And I was in Mexico completing my master’s degree, not shooting guns and illegally kidnapping government officials, but whatever. Small difference. Magnussen hummed thoughtfully, visibly unimpressed, then countered:

          ‘I’m also a foreign woman raised in a communist regime. I turn twenty-four in a couple of weeks. You’re telling me that your superiors are willing to overlook that?’, she emphasized, doubtful, ‘As flattering as this proposal is, I don’t think that my safety was taken into consideration. What if someone finds out about what we’re doing? There’ll be consequences, and you can’t even guarantee diplomatic immunity.’

          ‘It won’t come to that,’ assured Bowen, almost kindly, maintaining her calm, ‘And you won’t be on your own. Your partners will have your back.’

          Magnussen scoffed dismissively, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s patronizing me.

          ‘I guess hiring me is somewhat convenient,’ she admitted, bitterly, ‘My age, gender, nationality, and lack of experience are all reasons to pay me less. D.C. is more preoccupied with communists, anyway. Reagan probably mentions them in his sleep.’

          ‘Let me get this straight,’ snapped Bowen, tone acid, ‘You don’t think there’s anything wrong with what happened to Kiki? You don’t think he deserves justice?’

          ‘I think he deserves better than cheap propaganda and political agendas,’ corrected Magnussen, coldly, ‘You’ve all turned him into a martyr.’

          ‘The cartel turned him into a martyr,’ argued Bowen, tapping her index finger against the table, ‘And cheap propaganda? It’s easy for you to sit there and judge what you don’t know, but you clearly want honesty, so, here.’

          The agent retrieved a file from the dossier and handed it to Magnussen, who accepted it cautiously. While she skimmed over a Forensics report, Bowen explained, occasionally pausing whenever her voice wavered:

          ‘The press wasn’t given every detail of the investigation… Camarena was tortured by Sergio Verdin. Ex DFS. He beat him, electrocuted him, burned him, used a power drill on him. They fractured his ribs and jaw in multiple places, cracked his skull, sodomized him with a tire iron… Doctor Machaín kept Kiki awake during the whole thing. Injected adrenaline into his heart. After 36 hours, Camarena fell into a coma. That’s when they killed him… A month later, the bodies were found near a ranch in Zamora. Owned by a former PRI member. Ugly divorce. Zavala didn’t have any signs of torture. He allegedly died from asphyxiation... The MFJP destroyed a lot of the evidence.’

          Magnussen refused to tear her gaze away from the crumpled-up pieces of paper by the trash can in the corner of the office. She listened to the distant sound of traffic slipping through the window. The information hadn’t come as a surprise. Magnussen wasn’t naïve. Death was familiar; a looming presence everywhere she went. She knew that entering the room where Camarena had been tortured required leaving her soul at the door. Magnussen had heard what had happened to Kiki, even spoken to Mika about it. Yet tears stung her eyes all the same, threatening to fall. She bit the inside of her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to regain control of her breathing. She wasn’t allowed to cry in front of these people. Her tears were hers and hers alone.

          Once she fought the lump in her throat, Magnussen swallowed, finally gathering the courage to look at the DEA agent.

          ‘Mexico City must’ve been in on it,’ she theorized, absent-mindedly tugging at the sleeve of her white shirt, ‘They’re trying to cover up the tracks that lead to them. They gave you the perfect scapegoats – Quintero and Fonseca – but that’s as far as they’ll go.’

          Bowen nodded in agreement, combing her hair with her fingers.

          ‘The former commander of the DFS disappeared after he resigned, a few years ago. It’s a miracle our guys bagged Zuno… He owns the house at Lope de Vega,’ she clarified, regarding Magnussen’s puzzled expression, ‘President Echeverría’s brother-in-law. He’s awaiting trial in the States.’

          ‘No shit,’ said Magnussen, half impressed.

          ‘We suspect Félix Gallardo went underground,’ confessed the agent, frustrated, nails scratching the back of her hand, ‘Calderoni was sent to arrest him. You know him?’

          Magnussen huffed, irked by Audrey’s cockiness. Is she gonna ask if Luke Skywalker’s a Jedi, too?

          ‘Everyone and their mother do,’ she sassed, arching an eyebrow, ‘The Eliot Ness of the MFJP.’

          ‘Well, the Thin Man got away under… suspicious circumstances. The most incorruptible cop in Mexico returned empty-handed.’

          ‘The one that got away,’ quipped Magnussen, instinctively glancing at the clock on the wall, ‘Gallardo’s at the top of the pyramid. He built the system. If the PRI hasn’t given him up, he’s probably still in the party’s good graces… or has leverage over them. Either way, they’re protecting themselves by protecting him.’

          ‘So,’ shrugged Bowen, expectant, ‘How do we catch him?’

          ‘I don’t know,’ answered Magnussen, genuinely, ‘He was always two steps ahead of your agents in Guadalajara… What I do know is that the cartel has been blessed by the powers that be from the beginning. They wouldn’t act alone. The burning of the marijuana field in Chihuahua angered the cartel, and rightfully so – they lost a lot of money – but it also spooked the Mexican government. They thought Kiki knew something that represented a threat to them.’

          ‘That’s why you would be an asset to Leyenda,’ encouraged Bowen, hopeful, nearly pleading.

          Magnussen rolled her eyes, internally sighing in exasperation. Jesus fucking Christ. Something about their desperation seeded doubt within her. She refused to believe that they had run out of candidates for the job. Magnussen, on the other hand, had run out of patience.

          ‘Why?’, she demanded, blood boiling, ‘So you can parade me around as your rehabilitated communist girl? No, thanks. You’ve done this dozens of times. Immigrants, alcohol, the mafia, the Japanese, black people, communists, and now drugs. You’ll eventually grow bored of drugs and find a new enemy to wage war against – or you’ll create one. Where does it fucking end, Audrey? I’m not gonna kill people for Uncle Sam and your fragile patriotism.’

          ‘Then don’t do it for Uncle Sam,’ reasoned Bowen, composed, ‘Don’t do it for Reagan or the DEA. Do it for Kiki.’

          Magnussen hesitated, clenching her teeth, forcefully enough to shatter. The memory of Kiki’s tragedy was raw, further tearing into an open wound that hadn’t had the chance to heal. Kiki had been a good person, but he had died a cruel, unfair death. Some of his killers still walked free. Kiki had filled voids for her, had done what others failed to do. He had been a parental figure to her. Didn’t she owe it to him? Wasn’t bringing these criminals to justice the least that she could do? For widowing Mika and leaving three innocent boys fatherless?

          Returning to Mexico implied a tremendous risk and it didn’t even guarantee a success – or survival. They were up against the system and, although it had been backed into a corner, the danger hadn’t gone away. Clawed and fanged, the system was capable of regeneration, despite the blows it had received. It was an intricate game of chess, and the stakes were immense. Every move counted.

          If the DEA don’t take my life, they’ll take my soul. No matter what she did, it seemed that Magnussen would inevitably lose her soul. What difference did it make if it were to the cartel or to the DEA? The only thing she could do was grab fear by the hand and step forward. Do something. If I don’t, no one will.

          ‘Alright,’ conceded Magnussen, somber, ‘I’ll join the task force.’

          Bowen offered her a large grin, flashing her pearly whites.

          ‘I’m really glad,’ she gushed, reaching for Magnussen’s hands, and squeezing them briefly. Upon releasing them, she presented Magnussen with a file, watching her, almost giddily, jesting, ‘I think it’s time for you to meet your partners.’

          There were nine members in total, all of them men – three Americans, the rest Mexicans. Their résumés had a small, black-and-white photograph attached. After flicking through the pages with their work and experience, Magnussen surveyed their appearance. I’ll be the youngest one, she realized.

          ‘He’s cute,’ she declared, pointing at the man with a well-groomed mustache and dark, medium-length curls.

          ‘Special Agent Breslin,’ noted Bowen, smirking in amusement, ‘He’s in charge of the operation.’

          ‘Of course, he is,’ snickered Magnussen, mirroring her smirk.

          ‘So,’ began Audrey, grabbing a pen, ‘Let’s discuss the details of your transfer.’

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[cositapreciosa]

Ok I got it!!

“i feel like shit.” “you look like it, too.” *they bump shoulders* This one for Pacho, cause I just really want to see Pacho looking like shit for once😂

Also since it’s Pacho, feel free to make the OC gn or male if it makes your more comfortable! Thank you❤️

Brown eyes

Pacho Herrera x gn!reader, 1243 words

mentions of small injuries, mentions of wanting to kill someone? As always it's the fictional, not the real deal

a/n : okay so I wasn't sure how to end this one, but hey, enjoy !

It is your co-worker knocking on your office door that makes you raise your head from your paperwork. He slowly walks in and waits for you to take off your glasses before you mention to him to go ahead,

‘’ Boss, señor Herrera is here for you... ‘’

The surprise on your face is evident. Crushing numbers for the gentlemen de Cali hadn’t always been that stable of a job over the years, but your work was good, one of the best in your field, with a resume to prove it. The legality of it all never really bothered you and the pay was way beyond what anyone could expect for a position like yours. It came with perks, protection, money. Meeting with them was recurrent business, either through monthly reports, birthday parties, or associates meetings. You were part of the inner circle after all. But Pacho being here? In your office? This building had always been the only place where no one was allowed. The confidentiality, the secretness of your work, it was a must, and for Pacho to be here, something big had happened.

Your co-worker barely finishes his sentence that señor Herrera himself barges in from behind him and the poor man knows better than to stay around, closing the door behind him. Pacho stands tall in front of your desk and you have to lift your head to look at him. The sight almost frightens you. Dried blood cakes his hair, sliding down the side of his face, the pomade he applied this morning is not fixing the hairstyle like it is supposed to. Beautiful brown locks sticking to the sweat on his forehead, holding on for dear life. He finally exhale, shoulders visibly relaxing. You get up from your chair, pointing to the crystal decanter on your desk, rising your eyebrow in a silent question and he is fast to nod.

You always liked working with him more than the other gentlemen. Trusting him proved to be naturally easy, Pacho rapidly proved himself to you in the many times he had saved your life without hesitation. Bringing you coffee in early mornings or walking you to your car after dark, leaning closer and closer every time, his soft brown eyes meeting yours. You would trust Pacho with your life, and you sometimes wonder if it would be greedy to want more to this partnership. You pour him a drink, the rim of the bottle clinking against the glass. You notice his shirt, ripped near the shoulder, the dirt smeared on his face and you wonder for a second if he didn't just crawl his way in the building.

You break the silence, ‘’ Here, ‘’ you extend your arm to give him his drink, now standing between him and your desk. He takes it with an eager hand, fingers touching yours, and nearly drinks the whole thing in one take.

‘’ I feel like shit. ‘’

He wipes the alcohol from his lips and laughs, his smile doesn't reach his eyes like it usually does. The sound is void of any humor, choked in his throat, eyes blank, empty. There is blood on the side of his nose and you question if touching him would be too much. You can tell he’s seen awful things today, things you know he won’t want to talk about. The dirt, the regrets, the guilt, you want to wipe it all off him. You decide to wait, keeping your hands on your side,

‘’ You look like it, too. ‘’

He scoffs and his shoulder bumps yours as he goes for the alcohol. His whole hand is around the bottle’s neck as he fills his glass once again. He is so much closer now, his scent is overwhelming. Spicy, warm, rich. He looks at you, the liquor finding his mouth once more.

‘’ What happened? ‘’ You question. Your eyes meet his as he sighs. You are sure your cheeks are flushed, pulsing, you feel your heart in your face. He is still so close to you. It does make you feel better when you notice that his are too. You can see how he hesitates and you know he is reciting the words in his head before he has to say them out loud. He is probably wondering if you should be let on the whole thing, and if he wasn’t already looking like hell, you would have made sure of it,

‘’ Y/N... ‘’ He trails off, ‘’ You have to leave. You have to get out of the city for a bit. ‘’

‘’ You know I can’t just leave now, ‘’ you are quick to protest, ‘’ Pacho, what happened? You’re still bleeding, por Dios. ‘’

Your mind is screaming at you not to, but you still bring your fingers upon his nose, wiping at the dried blood, ‘’ And you look horrible. ‘’

He smiles faintly and your heart burst when he presses his hand on yours, as he gently kisses your palm. Your hand is still warm on his face when he speaks,

‘’ It’s the Salazars, they ambushed us in a lab in San Marcos. They know about you. ‘’

You knew this would happen someday, having to move around and probably stay low for a while. But you want to know, you have to know, ‘’ If I leave, ‘’ you prompted slowly, ‘’ Will you be coming with me? ‘’

You want him to leave with you and you are aware of how selfish it sounds. Your hand is still caressing his cheek, small strokes of your thumb against his cheekbone, trying to tell yourself that you just want to rub the blood away. You already know what the answer is going to be, you’re not sure why you asked,

‘’ I wish I could, cariño. I’ll visit every few days, hmm? To make sure you’re alright. ‘’ His hand lifts to where your jaw meets the neck, slightly squeezing. As he explains, you can’t miss how he forces himself to sound reassuring,

‘’ It’s temporary. I will find them. I will kill them all, I swear, and then you come back to me. ‘’

His lips are trembling with rage. His grip on your neck is grounding you, warm,

‘’ I’ll wait for you then. ‘’ Your voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if saying it too loud would curse it. He nods at your words, a few rapid quick motions of the head. Good, he murmurs, hand still on your neck, good. He lets out a deep breath, please, he almost wants to say, please. He pulls you to him, burying his nose in your hair, his hand cradling your face to his chest. Your heart beats fast in your rib cage,

‘’ Fuck, I’m just glad you’re okay. ‘’

You melt in his embrace, your arms wrapping around his torso, fingers desperately grasping at the silk. You can feel the rage that is radiating off of him from how warm he is under your fingertips, and you don’t doubt his words. He’s all you can smell, all you can feel, making you almost wish time could stop for a second. Spicy, warm, rich. You hold him closer, cling to him a little tighter. You know it is only a matter of time before he fixes everything like he always does, a matter of days, weeks at most before you can come back to Cali, to him.

Spicy, warm, rich. Home.

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

Break in - Bishop Losa x OC Manny Reyes 

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

Prank Wars - Angel Reyes x F!Reader

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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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[shadow-assassin-blix]

Hi! I really enjoyed stories, mostly about Pacho Herrera! Pure gold ✨ are you planing to continue “A Picture is a Poem without Words”? ☺️ I’m waiting for part 19 and more!!! ❤️ take care!

Hello!

I'm glad you have been enjoying my writing! I do plan to continue, I love writing about Blix and Pacho.

I have been a bit slow in updates lately due to working 2 jobs and my doctorate degree. I also unfortunately was injured during one of my jobs and it just so happened to be my wrist. Thankfully it's not my dominant hand but typing is a struggle. Once I am told about what my MRI results were and if I need physical therapy or surgery will help me in getting back on track and updating more (hopefully!!)

I thank you for the love you've shown my story!

#asks answered #pacho herrera #pacho herrera x oc

[shadow-assassin-blix]

Heyyy when are you writing chapter 18 for blix and Pacho ?

Hello!

I am currently writing the next one. I am hoping that tonight when I get off work I'll be able to write out more and maybe even finish it (fingers crossed on that one). But if I don't finish it tonight I am hoping to get it out by this weekend!

#pacho herrera #pacho herrera x oc #narcos #the holidays really just drained the hell out of me #not a damn thing was written this past weekend

[shadow-assassin-blix]

A Picture is a Poem without Words

Chapter 18

It is here finally. Boy... the writer’s block was real on this... Canon Typical violence is really the only true warning... 

Taglist:  @yungkvte  @mcrmarvelloki  @realm-of-azrael and @shootingthroughthesky0905  @mikeisthricedeceased  m7ryoomm  jovsse

Pacho woke up to the sun shining brightly onto his face, and a soft warm weight on his chest. When he looked down, his eyes blinking away the sleep and adjusting to the brightness, he saw Blix lying on his chest, positioned between his legs. Her head was resting just above where his heart thrummed in his chest, looking far more peaceful than he’s seen her in weeks.

Pacho smiled sweetly as he looked her over, one of his hands running up and down her back soothingly.

Diego stepped in, quietly informing him, “Gilberto called, says he wants you to meet him in an hour.”

Pacho nodded his head in response, returning his gaze back to Blix. He gently shook her awake, kissing her head softly.

Blix slowly woke up, rubbing her eyes as she lifted her head up to look at him.

“I’m sorry to wake you beautiful. I am apparently needed by Gilberto. When I return we are going to talk about the next steps for the cartel,” Pacho explained pulling her hand that rested on his chest to his lips, pressing kisses to it.

Blix nodded, slowly pushing herself up to crawl out of the bed and his embrace, wanting to take a long shower. As Blix made her way into the bathroom, Pacho followed her at a slower pace. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment.

She looked back at him, as she let the water warm up.

“What are you staring at?” Blix asked him, looking at him suspiciously, as she noticed a smirk growing on his face.

“Oh… nothing… just my artwork…” Pacho replied with a teasing smile.

She looked at him confused, before walking back over to the mirror to look at herself. She gasped as she looked at the hickies that littered her neck and chest.

“Pacho. This… I can’t cover half of these!” Blix exclaimed, slapping his arm half-heartedly.

Pacho chuckled, “Oh good. Now every man will know you are mine.”

Blix shook her head, turning back toward the shower, stepping in. Blix stood there for a moment, letting the water wash over, the heat relaxing her muscles.

As she felt Pacho’s arms wrap around her waist she leaned back into his chest.

“Bit odd for Gilberto to call for you so early is it not?” Blix asked after a moment of silence between the two.

“Not necessarily. He used to call for me at all hours of the day and night when I first began. Probably just wants to give me some marching orders. Believe he was meeting with North Valley this morning as well to explain… Claudio’s… disappearance,” Pacho explained to her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

She hummed in response, closing her eyes briefly, enjoying the warmth from the water, leaning further into Pacho’s embrace.

The two of them stood there for a few more minutes before cleaning themselves off and eventually stepping out of the shower.

The two of them dried off, and as Pacho began to get dressed, Blix wrapped a robe around her, intending to get dressed in a little bit. She sat on the bed, towel in hand as she slowly dried the ends of her hair.

Pacho got dressed within minutes, and as he adjusted the wrists of his shirt he walked over to her.

“Hopefully I will be back quickly. Then we get to work,” Pacho said as he stood before her.

“Sounds like a plan to me. I’ll see you in a bit then yeah?” Blix confirmed giving him a quick kiss.

He nodded kissing her back, before he made his way out of the room.

Blix spent a few moments, combing through her hair with her fingers, just relaxing a bit. She paused when she heard her old SAT phone going off. The number that showed was a familiar one: a direct line to the DEA offices.

She answered it after a moment of debate about whether or not to answer it.

“Hello?” Blix greeted as she put the phone up to her ear.

“Blix. It’s… It’s Javi. I need to talk to you,” Came Javier’s voice.

“Oh. Hi. Um. What’s up?” Blix asked him somewhat awkwardly, not expecting his call.

“Can we.. can we meet somewhere?” Javier questioned his voice sounding off.

“Actually, I am pretty busy today so no. I cannot meet,” Between the odd silence and the way Javier’s tone sounded, she knew something was up. “Let’s not beat around the bush here Javier. Ask me what you want to ask me.”

“Is it true that you’ve been in a relationship with Pacho Herrera? Were you the one that created the deal with the Cali and the Embassy?” Javier finally asked her, his voice strained.

“I cannot confirm nor deny either of those questions. Don’t call me anymore Javier,” Blix hung up the phone, with a heavy sigh.

Blix then stood up and spent time getting dressed and doing her hair. Once she was ready, she strolled downstairs, putting her shark necklace on as she went.

She made her way into the kitchen, deciding she was going to make brunch due to it being passed 10am.

As she cooked, she turned on the radio in the kitchen and between the music and cooking, she tuned out the world.

Diego at one point had wandered in, holding her SAT phone that was ringing in his hands. She shook her head when he tried to give it to her. Diego sat it down on the counter, taking a seat and watching her cook and dance.

About an hour had passed, and Pacho returned to his home with a tired sigh.

‘Spend some time in Mexico eh?’ He thought with a grimace.

Pacho followed the sound of music blasting from his kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe watching his two favorite people dance around the kitchen island.

Food wafted his way, and he noticed that the table had been set with a plethora of breakfast and easy lunch items. There were sandwiches, soups, eggs, bacon, French toast, arepas, burritos and tacos lined up and down the table with random fruit trays. He noticed that several of his guards were also grabbing plates and filling up their plates.

He smirked, shaking his head at the sight before him. The song switched to some American singer that he vaguely recognized as Elvis Presley.

At this point, Blix had noticed him standing there and she slowly danced her way over to him, singing along to the song.

“Now you got me started, don’t you leave me broken hearted, cause I love you too much,” She sung to him, grabbing his hands.

She pulled him toward her, encouraging him to dance with her which he did so with a soft smile.

“Every time I kiss your sweet lips. I can feel my heart go flip-flip. I'm such a fool for your charms. Take me back baby in your arms,” She kissed him on the lips, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Pacho wrapped his arms around her hips, the two of them flirting with each other through dance.

As another song eventually came on, he noticed the sound of a phone ringing. He looked over to her SAT phone, which laid forgotten on the counter.

“You going to answer that?” Pacho softly asked her.

Blix shook her head, resting her head against his chest.

“No. What did Gilberto want?” She asked him to try and change the subject.

Pacho gave her a look, as he reached over and picked up her phone. He noticed there were 17 missed calls.

“It’s Javier. I don’t want to talk about it. Just. What happened? Please, distract me,” Blix slightly begged him, taking the phone away and turning it off completely.

“Gilberto believes that I need to spend some time out of Colombia at least until the North Valley calms down. He suggests I go to Mexico. Strengthen our allies there. I am taking Alvaro and you… if you would like to join me?” Pacho explained, turning the volume down on the radio for a moment.

“I would love to go with you. Plus… I may need a reason to get away myself,” Blix answered sighing at the look Pacho gave her. “Javier… I am assuming the CIA told him about my involvement with you and the deal… he called this morning wanting to meet. I told him no. He sounded weird, so I knew something was up. Plus… he’s never called me to meet with him anywhere before. Not on my SAT phone at least.”

“So he knows about us. Good. Then he knows you are completely off limits. If he comes near you, I’ll gladly kill him myself. Shall we go pack then? Alvaro was informed on the way back, so he is probably ready to go by now,” Pacho was acting far too relaxed about this situation.

“Pacho. You are being abnormally calm about this. Talk to me,” Blix requested stopping him from turning and leaving the room.

Pacho breathed harshly through his nose, “While we knew this would inevitably happen, I didn’t think it would happen this soon. The fact that he also wants you to meet with him, knowing that it is most definitely a trap to arrest you, pisses me off. We are getting you a new phone to call your sisters with. That phone is going into a fiery pit.”

Blix nodded her head, allowing him to pull her up the stairs to their room to pack.

The two of them packed up their suitcases, planning to stay there for at least a month according to Pacho.

“A month in Mexico? A month with you to myself? A girl could get used to that,” Blix said with a wink.

Pacho smiled, shaking his head, “Amado is very excited for us to be coming up. Apparently he is planning a grand entrance for us.”

Blix rolled her eyes as they carried their bags downstairs to the cars. Alvaro was waiting by the car, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Once the car was loaded up, and they hopped into the car, driving off to the airport.

The flight to Tijuana went by in a blur, and soon enough the three of them were standing in front of Amado who greeted them with a huge smile.

“Pacho! You handsome devil, about time you came up here!” Amado said as he gave him a quick hug.

Pacho introduced him to Alvaro briefly, before Amado turned his attention to Blix.

“Ah! Has the Lady of Cali finally graced me with her presence?” Amado exclaimed, giving her a kiss on both cheeks.

“Hello Amado. Good to see you handsome,” Blix greeted with a chuckle.

“Let’s get going, yeah? Let’s go to the house. Alvaro? You like Margaritas?” Amado asked him, wrapping an arm around Blix’ shoulders.

Pacho shook his head as he followed with Alvaro to the car, Alvaro replying that he did indeed like them.

“Good. I know a Margarita that will suck you dry!” Amado joked with a crude hand gesture.

Blix rolled her eyes, stepping into the car, Pacho sliding in next to her with Alvaro following.

Amado quickly gave his men some orders about what to do with the money that was in the planes that they had met him in, before getting in the passenger seat.

Blix grasped Pacho’s hand, holding it firmly.

The drive to Amado’s home took about an hour, and the guys mostly did the talking, as Blix gazed out the window taking in the sights, vaguely listening to the conversation.

Upon arriving at Amado’s home, they took a few minutes to get settled in one of the separate suites to his home. Once they had freshened up, the three of them rejoined Amado outside by his large pool. Drinks were poured, as they lounged around. Blix raised an eyebrow as she noticed Pacho take an interest in the cabana boy but was trying to be subtle.

Amado had left for a moment to go talk to one of his men.

“If he interests you, go for it. However, please don’t bring him into our shared bed. I share you with Diego. No one else,” Blix quietly stated to Pacho, sipping from her glass of bourbon.

Pacho looked over at her, somewhat surprised. Blix looked over at him, smiling softly. Pacho slowly returned it, pressing a kiss to her hand.

“I can respect that,” Pacho promised her.

Amado returned, a large drink in his hand, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, grinning.

“Amado...this is the life,” Pacho complimented him raising his glass in cheers.

“You guys helped me. I moved 100 tons in the last 50 days alone! You tell me if we make a good team or not?” Amado bragged with a huge grin.

“Can you handle a bigger package?” Pacho asked him after a moment.

“I’m the Lord of the Skies, brother. What do you think?” Amado threw back with a smirk. “I can move however much you need.”

Amado paused for a long moment before continuing, “How much? And for how much longer, Pacho? I know about your deal...and that you want to turn yourselves in.”

Pacho took a drag of his cigarette before answering, “There is a deal on the table Amado, but we have six months to turn ourselves in. That’s the truth. Until then we will honor our commitment to you.”

“Right, and after? What happens after that?” Amado questioned him curiously.

“The business will adjust,” Pacho stated halfheartedly.

“This I know. It will always adjust. It’ll never end. There will be other partners and more drugs...but what about you?” Amado posed the question looking at him seriously. “What will happen to you? You can’t tell me that you’re going to retire as if this was any normal business. You know this is a way of life. It retires you when it’s done with you. Or are you going to start playing golf like an old man, with 10 little ones running around with this gorgeous woman next to you?”

Amado winked at Blix, smirking.

Blix shook her head at Amado, chuckling at him.

Blix looked over at Pacho, seeing him deep in thought.

When Pacho finally spoke it was simply to state, “We need to count on you maintaining the same terms on this last shipment.”

“Done. It’ll be my gift to the Gentlemen of Cali, all right? But... You have to come to Juarez, I want to show you something,” Amado replied with a teasing smile.

“What is it?” Pacho asked him, somewhat tired.

“The future, Pacho. The fucking future, that’s all,” Amado ended grandly, before running after a random woman who strolled by.

Alvaro had at some point disappeared as well, which left Pacho and Blix alone for the time being.

“I must say... Amado has some points. What do you see yourself doing once the deal is completed, and you’ve served your time? I know you’ve thought about it, but I know you want something more. I don’t see you spending your days drinking and playing golf either,” Blix quietly spoke.

“I honestly do not know. I will go to Juarez and see what he wants to show me. Then I will think some more on things,” Pacho said honestly, a grin slowly forming. “Though... the 10 kids with you as my gorgeous wife isn’t such a terrible idea.”

Blix looked away, feeling her cheeks warm up a bit at his light tease.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur along with the rest of the week. They had been in Juarez for a few days, Pacho and Amado disappearing to have meetings together randomly throughout the day.

Blix was slowly growing bored of the constant parties and long days where she was basically alone. On the second week of what appeared to be a repeat of the previous, Blix snapped.

It happened in the morning, Blix had slept alone (again), and when Pacho finally returned, it was just to tell her that he was there to just freshen up before heading back out with Amado.

Blix looked at him incredulously, scoffing trying to not lose her cool.

“What was the point in me coming here, if all I am doing is just sitting here… watching everyone drink and get high? Didn’t realize that I had become a fashion accessory. Just here to look pretty,” Blix grumbled, shaking her head.

Pacho’s movements froze as he took in her words.

“…What are you talking about?” Pacho questioned staring at her confused.

Blix stared at him blankly, before sighing and shaking her head.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” Blix mumbled, before lying back down, tossing the covers over her head.

Was she being overdramatic? Possibly. Was she tired of the constant loud music, the smell of cheap perfume mixed with the smell of sweat, beer, and vomit, along with the ridiculous behaviors that everyone acted upon when high as a kite? Extremely.

Pacho continued to stare at her form, trying to figure out what was wrong. He knows this past week he hasn’t been able to spend much time with her, but he didn’t think it was that problematic. She knew that he was going to be attending to business with Amado while they were here, so why was she upset?

Pacho started to say something but found he had no words to say. He honestly didn’t know what to say. He closed his mouth, sighing before eventually stepping outside of the room, closing the door behind him.

He made his way to Amado who was downstairs, and asked, “Is this little trip going to take long? I apparently have upset my Lady and need to figure out what I’ve done wrong so I can make it up to her.”

Amado chuckled at him, “Should only be about an hour or so. The little lady misses you eh?”

“I guess. But she didn’t exactly say that. Accused me of treating her like a fashion accessory,” Pacho muttered following Amado out to his SUV.

“Hmm. I suppose I have been monopolizing your time here. This was in a way meant to be a vacation for the both of you, no?” Amado surmised as they drove off.

“In some ways, yes. I didn’t think she would react like this. She knew I would be mostly working here,” Pacho tried to rationalize it out loud.

“I must say... she has looked pretty annoyed these past few days. I don’t think the party life is really her style. I admit that the parties can get out of control or just plain obnoxious,” Amado admitted. “Though... I’m not going to lie... she hasn’t looked like she’s been feeling well. At least the last day or two, she’s looked a bit pale.”

Pacho’s frown deepened. Was she feeling unwell? If so, why didn’t she say so? Then again, with how constant he’s been in and out he probably wouldn’t have noticed if she was sick.

They make their rounds rather quickly, and soon are back at Amado’s home. Amado wished him luck as he disappeared down the hall.

Pacho quietly walked toward the shared bedroom he and Blix were staying in. As he reached the doorway, he stopped and observed her from afar.

She was sitting on the window nook, reading quietly, a cup of tea and a small plate of crackers, cheese and meats sitting next to her. He noticed her eyes looked a bit red, and he could tell she was struggling to focus on her book as she stared blankly at the pages.

Pacho silently made his way toward her, his movements causing her to glance up, somewhat startled. Pacho gently pulled the book from her hands, sitting it down. Pacho moved to kneel before her, holding her now free hands in his.

“I feel I may have been neglecting you unintentionally. I wish to apologize for that. I never meant for you to feel isolated or to feel like a mere object. How can I make this up to you?” Pacho spoke sincerely, kissing her hands.

Blix stared at him for a moment, biting her lip softly.

She thought back to the conversation she had early yesterday morning.

*FLASHBACK*

Pacho was out with Amado yet again that morning, and she was trying to not get annoyed at all of the loud music blasting downstairs.

‘You’re a guest here, don’t complain. It’s not that bad, you’re just cranky. Probably just PMS. Or you’re hungry.’

She noticed her phone going off, so she grabbed it and walked outside, putting some distance between her and the house.

She answered, “Diego? What ‘s up? You okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to let you know you had an urgent letter come in today? Would you like me to open it for you?” Diego asked, sounding somewhat confused.

“Who is it from?” Blix questioned, trying to think of who could possibly be sending her something marked urgent. All of her bills were paid as far as she was aware.

“A Doctor Greene?” Diego replied, the sound of paper ripping in the background.

“I swear if this man is about to say I am due for a wellness check…” Blix grumbled as she waited to hear what it was for.

Diego hummed a moment, mumbling a bit as he read through it. He sucked in a breath after a moment.

“Your silence is starting to worry me Diego, what does he want?” Blix asked, after checking to make sure the line didn’t disconnect.

“…You’ve… You’ve been on birth control right? Ever since… you’ve been with us right?” Diego questioned her after a moment.

“What does it say Diego?” Blix dreaded what was about to be said.

“He’s…. He says that the birth control you’ve been on the past few months… was a part of batch that was defective… Says to use a backup form of contraceptives until he can get a new prescription for you… and to see a doctor if you think you may be pregnant,” Diego lowered his voice as he read off the information.

Blix felt her world stop. She began to feel dizzy, and she had to take a moment to sit down on the sidewalk.

She took some deep breaths, trying to calm her rising panic.

“Blix? Blix. What… what do you want to do?” Diego eventually asked her, as he waited for her breathing to settle.

“I… I haven’t been experiencing any symptoms so far. We… we are going to keep this to ourselves. When we return… I will go to a doctor… and I’ll get checked out. This… this stays between us for the time being alright? I don’t want Pacho to know anything about this,” Blix stated firmly once her mind was able to focus again.

Diego agreed to follow her wishes and the call ended.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Though she was showing no symptoms, and her periods has never been reliable anyway, she had no way of knowing if she actually was pregnant. The worries and the questions were starting to get to her.

She looked at Pacho, sighing softly, “No. I’m sorry. I just… I’m not used to constant loud noise, and… I haven’t been sleeping well. Plus… I am usually sleeping next to you. It’s… it’s been lonely. I shouldn’t have been short with you.”

The thought of telling him what Diego informed her of was tempting, but she wasn’t really sure how he would react. Yes, they had made comments, small jokes about having kids, but they never had a serious conversation about it. Were either of them ready to be parents? Did they both actually WANT to be parents? However, there is also a chance she isn’t pregnant, and she is getting worked up for no reason.

“No. Do not apologize. I forgot how… rambunctious these parties can be and didn’t stop to think how much they would affect you. Let me take you out, we will spend the rest of the day… No. the rest of the week together. This is supposed to be our little holiday, right?” Pacho suggested with a soft smile.

Blix nodded in response, biting her lip gently.

The two of them spent the week, running around Juarez, exploring the city, and seeing the sights. They had long and quiet talks with Amado about the past and the future during the evening hours.

Once the week was over, was when chaos began to unfold back in Cali. The DEA was closing in on the brothers. It appeared that there may be a spy or a mole feeding them intel.

By third week… Gilberto was arrested, and Miguel was in charge.

By the end of the month, Pacho, Alvaro, and Blix were spending their last night in Juarez planning to return to Cali as soon as possible.

The three of them were enjoying a quiet night, Blix rolled her eyes slightly as Julio, Pacho’s fling, flirted obnoxiously with him. Julio got up to go answer the door, winking at Pacho.

“Please tell me he is staying here, and we are not bringing him back with us?” Blix asked lowly.

Pacho chuckled, “He’s staying here.”

Suddenly they heard screaming coming from the entrance and sound of rapid gunfire. Pacho quickly grabbed Blix’s hand, pulling her to run in front of him, with Alvaro next to him.

They ducked behind a wall, Pacho pulling out his gun, and tossing a spare to Alvaro. Pacho kept Blix tucked close to his side, away from the entrance, and the flying bullets.

Blix wasn’t sure when, but as she looked around Pacho, she noticed Alvaro looked deeply pained. He was slowly falling to the ground and losing his grip on the gun he held. Blix ran past Pacho to check on Alvaro.

Pacho yelled out her name, trying to stop her. She looked him over, noticing blood beginning to stain both the front and the back of his shirt. She grabbed his arm, tugging it around her neck so she could help lift him back up to his feet.

“We have to get out of here now!” She shouted to Pacho over the chaos.

Pacho nodded, waiting for a couple of his men to move to cover them. Once they were in position, Blix half ran half dragged Alvaro pass the open doorway to Pacho, who took the other side of Alvaro and the 3 of them ran to where his men had cleared a pathway.

They jumped into an SUV, Blix ripping off her jacket to press to Alvaro’s wound in the back, while Pacho grabbed a random towel to apply pressure to the front. The two of them looked at each other with worry, as the bleeding struggled to slow.

Thankful that their plane was nearby, and at the ready, their men carried Alvaro onto the plane, placing him someplace where he could lie somewhat comfortably as they continued to add more and more towels as the bleeding continued.

The trip back to Cali, back to safety felt like it took forever. An ambulance was waiting for them upon arrival, Alvaro was taken away to a nearby hospital, where round the clock security was available at all times.

The two of them returned home, in a daze. Diego greeted them, worry etched onto his face. He pulled the both of them into his arms, hugging them tightly.

Pacho was the first to pull away, strolling inside, looking somewhat dazed. Diego grip on Blix tightened as the two of them embraced. Blix felt shaky and a little nauseous as she stood there.

“Diego. I think I’m going to be sick,” Blix warned him, as she pulled away, moving somewhat quickly toward one of the bathrooms.

She barely made it as dinner made a second appearance. Blix took her time getting up once she was done and rinsed out her mouth. Diego stood nearby looking concerned.

“Think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you get sick, and you’ve seen some pretty messed up shit,” Diego commented his voice barely above a whisper.

“Can’t think about that just yet. Once… Once we know how Alvaro is… we’ll…. Discuss… that,” Blix desperately needed a shower and was not ready to face the fact that he had a point.

Diego nodded, before leading her upstairs to shower. He stood nearby keeping an eye out for her. Once she was cleaned and dressed in fresh clothes the two of them looked toward Pacho’s room.

It had been quiet for too long. The two of them wandered down the hall, stopping once they reached his door. He had showered and changed as well they noted. He was sitting at the edge of his bed, his face resting on his hands as he stared blankly at the floor.

Diego and Blix looked at each other, before slowly venturing inside. The two of them coaxed him to lie down on his bed, the both of them slipping in next to him on either side.

Blix wasn’t sure how long it took any of them to fall asleep, but eventually they had.

They fell asleep with worry and fear in their hearts. They woke up with vengeance fueling their bodies as they were informed that while Alvaro survived, he had been paralyzed from the waist down. Pacho was not going to let this go lightly. Blix and Diego were prepared to do whatever it took to avenge Alvaro. His enemies were about to learn they should never have messed with his family.

#narcos #pacho herrera #pacho x oc

[shadow-assassin-blix]

A Picture is a Poem without Words

Chapter 19

It has finally arrived. It has been a crazy few months, and I have been chipping away at this chapter bit by bit during that time. Warnings: alludes to smut, and surprise, surprise: pregnancy. Please let me know if you want to be tagged for this (or any other story)!

Taglist:  @yungkvte @mcrmarvelloki @realm-of-azrael and @shootingthroughthesky0905 @mikeisthricedeceased m7ryoomm jovsse @kaylachloe

A few days had passed since the attack in Mexico, and Pacho had been in a foul mood. Diego and Blix had spent most of those days giving him space and trying not to upset him further.

One morning, Diego pulled Blix outside, away from all the guards and Pacho, who was pacing in his office talking to Miguel on the phone.

“Okay. Can we please talk about the elephant in the room here? When are you going to go see a doctor?” Miguel asked her.

“I keep waiting for a good time. It is a bit difficult to just leave when Pacho insists that I always have someone with me,” Blix quietly tried to explain, looking around.

“Waiting for a goo-? Honey, if you did that, you would be 5 months in by the time you would see a doctor. We are going today. Like. Right now,” Diego firmly stated, pulling her toward his car.

Blix blinked as she was essentially dragged to his car and shoved into the seat.

Forty minutes later, they were pulling up to a small clinic. Blix bit her lip nervously, staring up at the clinic. Diego softly encouraged her, stating he would be there the entire time. Diego held her hand as they walked up to the door.

Diego spoke with the receptionist, stating they had an appointment.

She looked at Diego with a raised eyebrow.

“You set up an appointment for me?” Blix quietly asked him as they sat with a clipboard of paperwork to fill out.

“Yep. Figured you would’ve chickened out. So, I got this setup for you and figured I just needed to be your support person for the entire thing,” Diego explained simply.

She smiled smally before turning to look at the paperwork and fill it out. Paperwork was finished and turned in swiftly, and they were left waiting. Blix tapped her foot softly, trying not to freak herself out with the ‘What if’s’ racing through her mind.

When her name was finally called, it took a moment for it to fully register in her mind. It wasn’t until Diego nudged her gently that she stood up and followed the nurse.

After the nurse took her weight, temperature, and blood pressure, noting it was a bit high, the nurse made her exit.

The doctor came in eventually, and Blix… honestly could not remember what he said. All she knew was that one moment, she was sitting in a room; next, she was being directed to a bathroom to pee in a cup. She did what she needed to do, washed her hands, and returned to the room where Diego was waiting, biting his nail a bit.

It felt like an eternity before the doctor returned with the results.

“Congratulations, Miss Lage, you are pregnant. I will have my nurse set you up with an OBGYN and get your appointments with them in place,” The doctor was almost too cheerful in giving this news.

Blix blinked owlishly at him, not fully registering what he said, “I’m what?”

“Pregnant. I assure you, the overwhelmed feeling is very normal,” The doctor attempted to reassure her as his nurse stepped in with paperwork.

“Here you are, the results and the best OBGYNs in Cali. Their number is listed at the bottom of the page. I am also sending you home with a list of prenatal vitamins you can pick up at this pharmacy. Once again, congratulations!” The nurse explained cheerfully to Blix and Diego.

Blix nodded her head, with a strained smile as Diego led her out. It was not until they were back in the car that it truly hit her.

“Holy fuck,” Blix breathed out, hands pressing against her abdomen.

As she sat there, looking down at her body, she did not notice Diego calling someone, nor did she notice the car moving a few minutes later. It wasn’t until they hit a pothole that it shook her out of her stupor.

Blix looked around, trying to figure out where they were going. She looked over at Diego, who held a very serious expression.

They soon pulled up to the offices of the OBGYN that was mentioned earlier.

“Did you… did you threaten?? A doctor into clearing out an appointment… for me???” Blix asked him slowly, almost not wanting to know the answer.

“What is it you Americans say on TV? I plead the fifth?” Diego questioned somewhat, waiting for Blix’s nod. “Yeah, I’ll never tell.”

“…You kinda did,” Blix mumbled as Diego stepped out of the car, running to open her door for her.

Diego held his hand out to her, wanting to help her out of the car.

“Diego. I’m…” She struggled to say it for a moment. “I’m pregnant. Not invalid or dying. I can get out of a car just fine… for now at least.”

Diego smiled sheepishly, “Sorry. Not gonna lie… I am a little excited about this.”

Blix returned his smile softly, “Let’s get this over with, he who threatened a poor doctor for this appointment.”

The two of them stepped inside, Blix trying not to comment on the fact that the lobby was very much empty and that the front desk nurse looked terrified.

They barely even said hello before the nurse ushered them into the back, leading them into an examination room.

Blix turned her gaze to Diego, giving him an exasperated look as the nurse trembled while asking her questions.

“Ma’am. Please take a breath. I don’t know what this fool said to y’all, but I promise you nothing is going to happen,” Blix attempted to ease the nurse’s nerves.

The nurse looked over at Diego with a small amount of fear, before taking a deep breath. She began to re-ask her questions but more calmly.

Blix answered them as best as she could and stuttered for a moment when asked if she remembered when her last period was.

“I honestly… don’t remember. My periods, even on birth control, have never been reliable,” Blix explained after thinking for a moment.

“Understandable. Dr. Garcia at the clinic ran a full panel on your blood and urine to confirm your pregnancy. We are going to see if we can see and hear the little bug, okay?” The nurse replied as she began to set up the ultrasound equipment.

“Alright, this is going to feel a bit chilly,” The nurse warned her as she began to put gel on her stomach.

Blix lightly flinched as it touched her skin. A moment later, the nurse took the ultrasound wand and began running it over her abdomen. Blix stared at the screen, not quite seeing anything but static in motion.

The nurse paused for a moment and said, “Well, ma’am. That little spot right here is your baby. And…if you listen closely, you will hear their heartbeat.”

The nurse pointed to a small, somewhat oval-shaped outline. Blix turned her head to the side, listening. She heard it a second later, the small beats drumming.

Diego had a huge smile on his face, “Pacho is going to be so happy.”

Blix felt a small amount of dread at that. Not because she didn’t think Pacho would be happy. However, there was someone within the organization that was giving up trade secrets. Enemies were closing in, and the danger was increasing with every month that passed as they got closer to the end of the deal.

The nurse took some photos, gave her a towel to clean herself, and set up her future appointments.

As they walked out, Diego was excitedly talking about all things baby.

“Diego. Stop. We are not saying anything to anyone. Not yet. Too much is going on right now,” Blix stated as the two of them got into the car.

“…then… when? When are you going to tell him? He deserves to know,” Diego was confused and somewhat concerned as he looked over at Blix.

“I don’t know. But I will tell him. I don’t plan to keep this from him. I just need to… wrap my head around it,” Blix felt overwhelmed.

Diego softly held her hand, squeezing it in a comforting manner.

“Okay. Sorry. I did kind of go overboard there didn’t I?” Diego gave a weak chuckle.

“No. I mean a little but you’re just excited. I never really thought I would be in this position,” Blix admitted staring down at her stomach.

“Understandable. I won’t overwhelm you by buying stuff or pushing you to talk to Pacho. However… Am I allowed to do window shopping for the baby though?” Diego asked, biting back a grin.

Blix chuckled, “Yes, you may window shop.”

The two of them drove home, talking about random things.

Pacho wasn’t at the house when they arrived; a guard mentioned he had left about 20 minutes earlier to meet with Miguel and Chepe.

That was how it was for a couple of weeks. Pacho would be home for a small window of time, before spending most of the day with Miguel trying to find whoever was betraying them. Blix caved a little and allowed Diego to buy a couple of small things for the baby.

The guards, she could tell, were concerned and somewhat catching onto the secret, especially as the morning sickness kicked into high gear.

Some of the guards, usually the older ones, flat-out asked her if she was pregnant. She would attempt to deny it, but most of them would shake their head and say, “Uh huh. Sure,” while smiling at her.

One morning, a younger guard came up to her and informed her that her presence was requested at Miguel’s.

She frowned at that but followed him to a car where Salcedo waited in the driver’s seat. The drive over was silent, as was the ride up the elevator to Miguel’s apartment.

She walked inside, glancing at all the men that stood in a circle. Miguel sat at his desk, with Gilberto talking on the phone’s speaker. Pacho and Chepe sat off to the side, speaking quietly.

Tension was thick in the air, and it only got worse as she moved to stand before Miguel.

“You wanted to speak with me?” Blix questioned bluntly.

“Blix. Always straight to the point. I’ve always appreciated that about you,” Miguel stated, staring at her.

“And you and your brother always drag things out with long-winded speeches. Something has happened, explain,” Blix said, not appreciating the look of scrutiny he gave her.

“Knife to the heart, this one,” Came Gilberto’s voice from the speaker.

Miguel explained in brief that the DEA almost caught him earlier that day. That Javier was part of the search team.

“Okay. And?” Blix raised an eyebrow.

“The brothers… are concerned that you are the leak. The spy little Lady,” Chepe spoke this time. “And while none of us want to suspect you, you have been acting rather odd, according to the guards.”

Blix blinked at him rapidly and looked toward Pacho, who refused to make eye contact with her.

“You’re… you’re joking. Me? The spy? Hilarious,” Blix shook her in disbelief.

She looked at each of their expressions, all of them grim. The men were a mixture of anger and discomfort.

“You’ve been disappearing a lot,” Pacho quietly mentioned.

“I’ve been with Diego? Ask him! I know you never doubted his loyalty to you,” Blix replied, hurt that he would even consider her being the spy.

Pacho looked down at his hands, not acknowledging her.

Blix sighed heavily, running a hand over her face in exasperation. Of all the things Miguel wanted to discuss, this was the last thing on her mind. She bit her lip, trying to calm herself down. She quietly reached into her bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper: the test results from the clinic.

She looked down at it for a moment, before looking over toward Salcedo.

She held it out to him, “You are the one Miguel trusts the most. Read it.”

Salcedo took it from her gently, after getting a nod of approval from Miguel. Salcedo unfolded it, looking at the paper with a furrowed brow. She knew he had gotten to the point of the paper when his eyebrows shot up in surprise. He looked at her, glancing over at Pacho for a moment, before returning his gaze to her.

Salcedo nodded briefly, “How has the morning sickness been?”

Blix snorted, “Awful. Why do they call it that when it lasts all day?”

“My wife… she struggled as well. I’ll have her send over her remedies for nausea for you. Miss Lage, if you do not mind, I’ll take you back home. You can go ahead and wait for me downstairs,” Salcedo softly told her, ignoring the protests from Miguel’s son.

Blix smiled at him appreciatively and returned to the elevator. As she did so, Salcedo turned to Miguel, who stared at him with confusion and some annoyance.

“All four of you… owe her an apology,” Salcedo declared as he set the paper down.

Salcedo strolled away, catching up with Blix downstairs to take her home.

Miguel grabbed it immediately, and his eyes widened in surprise as he read it.

“Oh,” Miguel simply said.

Pacho took the paper from him, not understanding what the hell was going on.

“This…is from a clinic… test results… pre…” Pacho stuttered as he stared at the words “Pregnancy: Positive.”

“What is happening!? Why is no one speaking??” Gilberto questioned, not understanding the silence.

Chepe, who was now reading over a stunned Pacho’s shoulder, began to laugh loudly.

“It appears that there will be a little Pacho running around soon,” Chepe cackled, causing Miguel to cover his mouth to hide his chuckles.

Pacho ran a hand over his face, before standing up and walking into a quieter room. He grabbed one of the SAT phones and called Diego.

When he heard the line click as Diego answered, Pacho wasted no time.

“How long have you known?” Pacho asked immediately.

“…From the beginning. May I ask what is going on? Several of the guys are talking about how… Miguel suspects that she was the spy?” Diego asked, confused.

“…Several of them came to us to tell us she had been leaving the house a lot, and no one knew why. We… we jumped to conclusions,” Pacho admitted with shame.

“…We… No. You… you didn’t really… Surely you know that she loves you more than she does her own life, right? Surely you wouldn’t have stupidly thought she was going to her ex, and spilling all of our secrets to him?” Diego questioned him, anger in his voice.

Pacho winced as he thought back to the look of hurt and betrayal on her face.

He heard the phone click, followed by the dial tone. Diego hung up on him.

Pacho sighed loudly, muttering under his breath, as he made his way out of the apartment.

Pacho got into the elevator, but before the doors could close, Chepe joined him. Chepe looked like the cat that got the canary.

“So… what are we going to do to make it up to our little Lady? Because… for you, I don’t think groveling and sex are going to fix this. Me… I don’t think I really want to become her punching bag,” Chepe said, attempting to be serious.

Pacho mumbled an agreement, not knowing what to say… or think.

He had to think of a way to fix this… quick.

Blix sat in the car, staring at the dash blankly. When Salcedo got into the car, she barely acknowledged his presence. He took her back to the house, and as she walked inside, Diego appeared in front of her, pulling her into a hug.

“Pacho called. That damn idiot. For him to even think you would betray us,” Diego whispered, trying to comfort her.

Blix shrugged, not knowing what to say; she felt numb. Blix pulled away from him, moving toward her room. She studied the room before making a decision. She grabbed a small bag and packed a couple of clothes and some toiletries.

Diego, who had followed her, asked her what she was doing.

Blix replied, “I am going to go spend a few days away. I need to be alone, and away from… all of this.”

Blix couldn’t believe the morning she had so far. She was hurt, and it was slowly turning to anger. If she stuck around here much longer, she was going to snap.

She finished getting her bag ready, before hopping in one of the cars and driving herself to her private apartment. She stopped by the store to grab some groceries for a few days, filling up her fridge with some simple meals.

Days passed before she decided she was ready to return home. Pacho called several times on the first two days before the calls slowed to once a day. The messages were usually just Pacho apologizing a lot and telling her how much he missed her.

The day before she drove home, she had listened to the message that Pacho had left her for the day. He started off with his usual apology and ‘miss you.’

Before he said, “I hope you come home soon. Please. I want to make this right. I know I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I was… I was blinded by trying to find this spy… I lost sight of everything. I know it will take some time for you to forgive me. I just want to know you’re safe. You…and our baby. Please come home.”

Blix wasn’t sure she was ready to forgive him, but she knew she couldn’t hide out here forever. The drive was slow going, but soon enough, she pulled into the garage and parked the car. She grabbed her bag, before walking inside quietly.

In the living room stood Pacho, Diego, and Chepe. Pacho was the first to notice her and took a step toward her. She shook her head, stopping his movements as she walked further in. She stood before all three of them.

“Diego. In a little bit, do you want to go shopping with me? We should umm. Stock up on some things… As for the two of you,” She looked at both Pacho and Chepe. “and this applies to the brothers as well. If any of you, after all this time, ever accuse me of betraying you again, I will simply shoot you. Point blank. Will it be shoot to kill or shoot to wound, I don’t know. Guess it depends on how pissed off I am.”

Chepe nodded, “Understood, sweet Lady.”

Pacho was silent and after a moment, held out his hand to her. She slowly took it and allowed him to lead her upstairs. He led her to a room that was situated between hers and his, quietly telling her to open the door.

She glanced at him briefly as she did so. She felt her breath catch as she took in the room. It was a nursery. Soft green covered the walls, and a changing station was positioned near the ensuite bathroom. A crib sat opposite it, with a rocking chair posed next to it.

“This is what you did the past few days?” Blix asked, her voice just above a whisper.

“Yes. I know… I know you’re not going to forgive me anytime soon. I understand that. Hell, you made me suffer three weeks for ‘smothering you’ with guards. I just wanted to let you know that I am still here for you. That you are still mine, as I am yours. I wish… I had given you a chance to tell me about our baby properly… Instead, I accused you of something I knew in my soul wasn’t true, but my emotions blinded me to everything,” Pacho spoke from the doorway.

“You’re right… it will take me some time to forgive you… but this is… this is a good start,” Blix replied, turning to look at him.

Blix stepped over to him, and hesitantly, reached out for him. He straightened up, and gently held his arms open for her, as she moved closer, embracing him. His arms held her close to him as he pressed small kisses to the top of her head.

“You’re an ass,” Blix mumbled into his shirt.

“I know. I’m sorry, my shark,” Pacho murmured into her hair. “May I…. may I join you and Diego in shopping?”

Blix let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Yes. You may come with.”

Pacho held her for a bit longer, not quite wanting to move just yet.

“And I was serious about what I said earlier. Accuse me of such nonsense again, I will shoot you,” Blix stated firmly, looking up at him.

“Yes, ma’am. I will gladly let you,” Pacho whispered to her, placing a small kiss to the tip of her nose.

Her nose crinkled at the slight tickle it caused.

Pacho walked with her back downstairs, Chepe and Diego nowhere in sight. Pacho led her to his Thunderbird after a guard informed them that Diego was driving Chepe back home. The two of them drove into town and stopped at a high-end baby store.

When the car was parked, Pacho helped her out of the car and held her hand the entire time they were in the store. They got a few more pieces of furniture and stocked up basics such as diapers, wipes, and formula. The two of them briefly looked at clothes, but ultimately decided that they should wait until they knew the gender.

They compiled a list of items for a baby shower that Blix knew would happen soon enough, given the wives' inability to contain themselves. Blix was sure that they all knew by now and were chomping at the bit to start planning a party for her. Their purchases were set for delivery, and the two of them decided to spend the day shopping.

When they finally returned home, several guards gave their congratulations to them, as they walked inside. Pacho made her dinner and spent the evening treating her like a queen.

They took a long bath together, and Pacho’s soft touches were driving her nuts. Her nerves felt on fire. As they got into bed, Pacho made a show of kissing her from the top of her foot, all the way up her leg, pressing many kisses on her abdomen, before moving further up. When he finally got to her lips, his kisses became slow and deep.

“Pacho. Please,” Blix whispered softly against his lips.

Pacho spent the entire night making sure she was well-loved. As she was falling asleep, she quietly heard Pacho whispering against her abdomen.

“I know I’m making assumptions here. But I get the feeling you’re going to be my little princess. I promise… I will always protect you, my sweet child,” Pacho spoke softly.

Blix fell asleep feeling happier than she had in weeks.

When she woke up, she was alone but surrounded by roses. She shook her head as she looked at all the red and pink roses that were laid out all around her. She sat up slowly, nausea creeping in. Blix took a few minutes to take some deep breaths to calm herself before gingerly getting up and dressed.

As she made her way downstairs, she saw Salcedo holding a bag, speaking to Pacho.

“Please tell me that is for the nausea that is trying to kill me?” Blix asked as she strolled down the stairs.

Salcedo chuckled, “Yes, there are teas and some herbal medicines that are easy on the stomach. And honey. My wife swore that honey and mint tea was the best thing.”

“Bless you and your wife,” Blix was so happy she could cry.

Pacho took the bag and brought it into the kitchen. She could hear him pull out the kettle and fill it with water.

Salcedo wished her a good day and left after that. Blix found it slightly odd as he almost rushed to get out of there, tension in his shoulders.

Blix shook her head, thinking she was just imagining it, before heading into the kitchen and watching Pacho make her a cup of tea. He gently placed it in front of her, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head.

“Nausea acting up, my love?” He quietly asked her as he watched her shakily take a sip.

Blix nodded her head, sipping the tea slowly. She sighed in some relief a few minutes later when the nausea finally began to fade.

Pacho pressed a couple more kisses as she relaxed further.

“The wives have been blowing up my phone all morning, wanting to know when you would like to begin planning the baby shower,” Pacho informed her.

Blix snorted at that, “Of course they are. They’ve been dropping hints for almost a year that when we finally were expecting how pretty our baby will be, and ‘they will be so spoiled.’ Now, I will never be able to escape them.”

Pacho chuckled at her, “Bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Have you met their wives?” Blix countered, eyebrow raised.

Pacho quietly said, “Fair.”

The two of them spent the rest of the day in a peaceful silence. For the time being, they were safe in their own little world. Tomorrow, they return to reality and refocus on their goals.

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Of Men and Games

Chapter 4: Good Intentions

As Escobar’s campaign sees success, Cali grows worried of his true intentions behind gaining political power. Luckily, Fernando might be a perfect candidate to find more information on that.

P.S. Yes, Fernando meets Eduardo in this chapter

Rating: General Audience

Paring: Pacho/Male OC

Words: 4,850

“Paisa Robinhood.” Gilberto takes a small sip of whisky, casually shaking the glass, eyes still focused on TV. “What a bunch of bullshit.”

“It’s journalism at its finest, hermano.” Miguel shrugs, looking rather amused than bothered. “People will believe anything, if you put money in their hands, and put a nice story on the screen.”

“Well, think about it this way,” Pacho adds a few more ice cubes to his drink, nodding at Gilberto with a smirk, “if Escobar can really become a senator, you might be president one day.”

That makes both brothers snort.

“Hijo de puta.” Gilberto shakes his head, clearly not taking offense at all. “The bastard is actually winning though. He’s out there giving cash to everyone who can cast a vote, paying all these reporters.”

He stops talking for a brief moment, and then shares a look with Pacho and Miguel, the three of them acknowledging the same truth.

“He will probably see a big return of these investments very soon.”

“What does it mean for us?” Miguel puts down his drink and leans back into the armchair. “How does that even work? Is he going to run his business as usual, while being a fucking senator?”

“No, es imposible,” Gilberto quickly dismisses that idea, “at least he’ll have to get more…detached to the whole thing, one way or another.”

“That would be an opportunity for us, right?” Pacho chimes in. “Escobar gets busy with politics, which he doesn’t know shit about, and that leaves Medellín more vulnerable.”

To be honest, he’s never had Gilberto’s political astuteness— very few people do, but what he knows is the business they’re in right now. He knows when to strike the competition at their weakest moments, and he never misses.

“It could, but don’t forget, he also gets a lot closer to the government than we do.” Gilberto taps his fingers on the wooden desk. “That’s a lot of uncertainty and risk. We don’t know what he would do with that power.”

They fall quiet for a moment, each drowned in their own thoughts. Then, after staring into the blank for a while, Pacho finishes his whisky in one go. “How about we try to find out?”

“Find out about Escobar’s next steps, politically?” Miguel asks, more like a confirmation.

“It’s worth a try, if we can get the right person to do it.”

“Do we have anyone that…”

“Wait, hold on.” Gilberto puts a hand up, interrupting both of them. “You’re thinking about the new governor again, aren’t you?”

“The new governor? Fernando Gómez you mean?” Miguel looks between them, finally catching up. “Is he even that close to us?”

Gilberto smirks. “Some of us, apparently.”

Miguel stares at them confusedly, and then his face is washed over by realization, eyes widening in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“It’s not what you think.” Pacho laughs, but doesn’t completely deny it. “Well, not entirely. He really seems to know what he’s doing. He helped to set up our recent deal with the Head of Logistics, and we’re paying way less than our old deal with the last governor.”

“Oh get to the point, you just had a good time with the guy!” Gilberto rolls his eyes, pouring himself another drink. “Or more than one time, I don’t want to know, but hey, this is serious, ok? Do you really trust him to do this?”

Pacho bites his bottom lip, playing back all the memories of interactions he had with Fernando: conversations with hidden messages, all the testing and manipulation, back and forth, suggesting so much without revealing anything.

“I don’t know if he will find anything useful, but I do trust him to not expose his intention, or ours.”

“Then I agree with you.” Gilberto smiles and raises the glass to his direction. “It’s worth a try.”

*

Fernando stands in front of Carlos’ office, carrying a pink gift bag in his hand. Inside, there are a whole bunch of presents for little girls: a princess dress, colorful hair bands, a teddy bear, and some Disney toys he got shipped from the US.

“Governor?” Carlos opens the door, surprised to see him. “Come on in, please! Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Please, call me Fernando. How have you been?” He puts the bag on Carlos’ desk. “I spoke to your secretary earlier, and she said you’ve been quite busy. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

“No, of course not!” Carlos looks at the pink gift bag, “is this…?”

“Oh, these are not for you, my friend.” Fernando laughs, but then changes to a more concerned tone. “It’s for Melissa. I can’t seem to get her out of my mind since I saw her last time.”

“Sir…” Carlos touches the bag, and takes a brief look inside, but doesn’t take anything out. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I know, I want to. Actually I…” Fernando looks away for a second. His hesitation is rehearsed, but the uneasy feeling in his chest isn’t. “This is why I’m here. I know you didn’t want me to help last time, and I respect that, I really do.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing. “I spoke to my father, and he said there were other ways his foundations could help. There’s just some simple paperwork, and then…”

“Governor, Señor.” Carlos puts up both hands, still looking so polite and decent, a man with perfect manners. “I appreciate everything you’re doing for me and my family. I truly do.”

Fernando stops talking. This is the answer he’s looking for. He just needs one more confirmation. “There’s a but, I assume?”

“Yes. But there’s no need. We figured it out. Trust me, we got everything covered. Melissa is going to be fine.”

“Oh, I see.” Fernando nods. That’s all he needs to know: the honest man ended up accepting Cali’s deal. Their plan worked. “Well, I’m very glad to hear that.”

Carlos smiles, genuinely happy, but he doesn’t miss the tiny sense of sadness hidden behind. “Yeah, my wife is very happy.”

“I’m sure she is.” But she doesn’t know the truth, does she? Fernando forces out one last polite, sweet smile and gets up, not wanting to spend one more second here, in Carlos’ space. “Well, then I suppose I won’t bother you any further.”

“Oh please, how can you be bothering anyone?” Carlos also stands up and walks him to the door, but pauses when he touches the door handle. The older man turns to him again, sincere and earnest, almost fatherly.

“You are a very good man, Fernando.”

“I’ve been blessed with a happy life.” He looks to the side, avoiding Carlos’ eyes, but quickly gathers himself to firmly return the gaze. “It’s a lot easier to be good when there’s no misfortune.”

Carlos smiles, without any real joy. “I suppose we can all agree on that.”

He nods and opens the door, walking out into the wide corridor. Sunlight shines through the large windows, brightening the neat spotless ceramic tiles. People are walking around in stylish suits, bathed in a shade of golden glow, carrying important documents and hurriedly speaking on the phone. Everyone looks important, smart, decent, but he knows better.

They all know better. He is just good at accepting reality.

“Señor?” His secretary walks towards him outside of his office, the largest one in the building. “There is a call for you on your private phone.”

“Do you know who it is?”

“No Señor. I think you told me not to answer your personal calls?”

“Oh that’s right!” He laughs, acting like he really just forgot that. But it’s necessary to put up some small tests for people who work closely with him. It’s necessary. “You said private phone. Sorry Carolina, I was distracted.”

“No problem, Señor. Let me know if you need anything else.” Carolina nods politely and returns to her desk.

*

Fernando walks into his office and closes the door behind him, shutting out all the noise.

He picks up his personal phone from the shelf by the wall. It’s never on the desk, because that’s where the work phone belongs, in everyone’s sight, professional and candid.

He checks the most recently missed call, and breaks into a tiny smile as he sees the number.

He dials back.

“You must be quite busy on a workday.” It doesn’t take long for Pacho’s smooth voice to come through.

“Don’t you think it’s a little risky to call when I’m at work?” Fernando walks to his window facing the large back garden. “Others could pick up? People could be listening.”

“Yeah, our people.”

He chuckles. Right, as if everyone doesn’t already know Cali basically owns all the phone business here.

“I suppose you need something from me.” He looks outside at gardeners watering the flowers, cleaning crew emptying trash cans by the tree. “Something urgent?”

“I wouldn’t say urgent, but quite important, if you can manage to do it.”

“If I can manage to do it.” He hears the amusement in his own voice. “Alright, you got me hooked. What is it?”

“I suppose you’ve been watching the news recently?”

“Hard not to. It’s everywhere.” Fernando picks up one of the newspapers laid out on his desk, and the front page is Escobar’s big face at his campaign rally.

“We need to know what his agenda is, if he becomes a senator.”

“When he becomes a senator, you mean.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds, and then he hears a huff. “Well, I guess it just became important and urgent.”

“You want me to approach Pablo Escobar, and get information out of him?” Fernando sits down on the comfortable leather coach, but the soft cushions don’t alleviate the sourness in his chest. “Are you not a little bit concerned for my safety?”

“I didn’t say you have to, did I?” He hears Pacho’s voice soften. “Also, you don’t need to approach Escobar himself.”

“That’s a good point.” He leans back into the cushion. “Isn’t he with that journalist? Valeria? Oh! How about Duque? He was the one who lobbied him into the New Liberal’s Party.”

“That could be a good point to start.”

“Great! That should be easy. We’ve met a couple of times already.” He thinks about the way Duque always carries that ridiculous pipe around. “I don’t really like him, but whatever.”

“So he’s the less fun Fernando?”

“Oh absolutely,” he snorts, “I think he’s going to a charity event in Bogota tomorrow night. Lots of the New Liberals will be there.”

“Sounds exactly like your type of party.” There’s a small pause, and then Pacho switches to a more serious tone. “If you find anything, I owe you a favor.”

He loves the sound of that. “So what do I get in return?”

“What do you want?”

“I will think about it.” Fernando makes a mental note of that. He gets a lot of favors, but this one definitely shouldn’t be considered lightly. “For now, I’ll try to get you what you want first.”

“I shall wait for your good news then.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow night.”

“Looking forward to it.”

He keeps staring at the phone for a short while after the conversation ends, replaying the other man’s smooth, dangerous voice in his head, indulging in recent memories that are still fresh and sensational.

Then, he gets up from the coach, puts the phone back on the shelf, and tells his secretary to notify the chairman of that charity organization: the Governor of Valle del Cauca is coming to their party tomorrow.

*

Fernando is no stranger to charity parties at all. He has been attending them with his parents since he was a kid, so if he ever needs an invitation, all he needs to do is to make a phone call. Now that he has been elected as a governor, it has become even easier.

There are many friendly faces in the crowd, some he knows quite well, some he’s only seen once or twice, and some he’s not even sure he’s ever met at all. Maybe they’re just pretending to know him so they can have a conversation.

He navigates through all of them pretty much on autopilot mode. It’s one of his talents, really, he only needs to pay half attention, yet still appears highly engaging. The secret is to listen more, speak less, but when he speaks, he makes sure to always respond to one of the controversial topics people are talking about, so he can effortlessly provoke a whole new round of discussion that appears to be led by him.

Tonight, Fernando has been doing exactly that for about 45 minutes, making sure every person who approaches him is more or less pleased, until he spots Duque standing next to the bar, holding a drink in left hand, and the pipe in right hand, talking to a group of people he doesn’t recognize.

“¡Señor Duque!” He walks over, putting on his brightest smile. “It’s been a long time.”

“Governor Gómez, what a pleasure!” Duque gives him an enthusiastic handshake, and then pulls him in for a hug. “What brought you to Bogotá tonight?”

“Honestly? Just had to take a break from everything.” He makes a frustrated expression, but jokingly, not actually complaining, just to humor the audience. “You know, Valle del Cauca really feels a lot larger than it seems, once you’re managing it.”

The group of people laughs at the comment, and Duque laughs the loudest among them all. “I guess your hard work is paying off, governor, people love you! The economy’s growing, and your support within the department is over the roof!”

“Well, I try my best.” Fernando turns to the side, naturally leading Duque away from the group. “So I’m allowed to have a fun night, right?”

“Absolutely! Tell you what,” Duque puts an arm around his shoulder, “I was just talking to this very nice señorita, beautiful, smart, and I think she knows your family too! I’ll introduce you two later, and I’m sure she would love to have a dance with you!”

“You’re too good to me, my friend!” Fernando laughs alongside him. “How can I repay this kindness, hmm?”

“Oh please,” Duque waves him off, “what are you talking about? It’s nothing!”

“You’re right, you don’t need my help. The campaign you’re running is all over the TV, and I just read about it in three different newspapers too!” He observes Duque’s facial expression, monitoring every tiny change, and he doesn’t miss it when the relaxedness gets briefly clouded by caution. As annoying as Duque is, he is a lobbyist, a quite successful one at that, so of course he will become more alert whenever business comes up.

“Not gonna lie, even I’m a little jealous of the attention.” Fernando looks Duque straight in the eye as he carefully transitions the conversation to a whole other direction. “I mean, it was my face all over the news a few months ago.”

Duque’s eyes widen slightly, and then bursts out laughing.

“Oh Fernando! You’re still so young, my friend.” The older man claps him hard on the back. “You still have decades of success ahead of you. Your generation is the future!”

“Be hardworking, and be patient, right?” Fernando makes a nostalgic expression, putting on his typical good boy act. Why do people fall so easily for that every time? He never understands. “That was what my father said.”

“And you should listen to him! I’ve had the pleasure of meeting your father a few times, and he is a wise man.” Duque takes two glasses of champagne from a server, now having his guard down. When he hands a glass to Fernando, he almost acts a little fatherly. “Look, you are already a governor, the youngest governor we ever had. Your father must be proud!”

“He is.” Fernando takes a small sip of champagne just to keep up with the atmosphere he’s in. He doesn’t want alcohol to cloud his judgment in any way. “He also said this was a major step, my first milestone.”

“Exactly! You are just starting out. Who knows? You might build your own political party one day, or even become The President.”

“The President.” Fernando repeats the words in a humbled manner, like he’s flattered and in disbelief. “You really think so?”

Duque puts a hand on his shoulder, firm and comforting. “I have faith in you.”

“You’re such a delightful person to be around, Señor Duque.” He smiles, making sure to have joy and gratitude reach behind his eyes. “Really, I’m glad we talked. Recently it has just been…I won’t bother you with details, but you have no idea how helpful this is.”

“No, I get it! The sudden fame, the pressure, the responsibilities…” Duque waves it off. “It can get to you sometimes, but I promise you’ll get used to it, alright? You’re already handling everything so well!”

“You’re right, and honestly, maybe I shouldn’t even complain at all.” Fernando looks over at a group of people standing at another corner: Galán, Gaviria, Eduardo and a few more he doesn’t recognize. “Many others are in far more challenging situations than I am.”

“Well, what can I say?” Duque shrugs, “Radical positions lead to severe pushbacks.”

“Of course, but I do believe the kind of pushback needs to be taken into consideration here, doesn’t it?” He pauses for a moment to look down at the floor, and then looks back up with a slight frown, acting out a perfect balance between hesitation and determination. “Look, I think I owe you the same honesty you had for me, and I hope you know what I’m about to say comes from good intentions.”

Duque meets his gaze, silently holds it for several seconds and then gives him a small nod, inviting him to go on.

“I admit that I don’t know enough to judge, but about your candidate…words travel fast, and we both know that words carry real power in our world.” He walks one step closer and glances around, like he’s nervous of someone else eavesdropping. “I’m concerned for your safety, my friend, and the safety of others who are involved in this campaign, or even more so, those who are opposed to it.”

Duque doesn’t answer immediately. In fact, he’s not responding at all, but just maintains a calm, thoughtful composure. But Fernando can clearly see the way his fingers tighten around the champagne glass, and that alone tells him enough.

“I appreciate your concern, really, I do.” Eventually Duque responds, in a surprisingly gentle tone. “But you see, here’s the thing: there are rules in politics, not hard rules like laws, but if someone, anyone wants to get in, they will have to play by those rules, more or less. That’s just how things are.”

“And you believe Escobar will adhere to these rules too?”

“As I said, he will have to, if he really wants a seat at the table.”

“I suppose that’s fair.” He goes along with it, although he doesn’t agree in the slightest. Seriously, Duque has to be fucking delusional to truly believe that. “It makes you think though, doesn’t it? Why even go through all these troubles for a seat in the senate? I mean, he’s probably richer than all the senators combined.”

“Well, I guess I could ask you the same question.” Duque casually shakes his glass. “Why did you run for office? You already have everything you need, for the rest of your life.”

“Because I didn’t build any of that.” He admits, and this is the first honest thing he said to Duque. “Everything I have comes from my father and my grandfather. I want something just for me.”

“Makes sense, but it’s a privilege to even think that way, isn’t it?” Duque puts down the empty glass. A server comes by offering him another one, but he declines. “You see, sometimes for people who grew up with nothing, nothing’s ever enough.”

“Nothing’s ever enough.” Fernando repeats it, just for himself to hear it another time, to let it really sink in. “He’s not going to stop at the senate, is he?”

They fall into silence. A few feet away, people are going in and out of the dance floor, moving elegantly with big smiles on their faces, seemingly not having a single worry for tomorrow. Classic music is playing, is it Chopin? He should be able to tell if he listens more closely, but his mind is occupied at the moment.

*

“Señores, are you enjoying the evening?” A voice comes behind them, and Fernando recognizes it, from TV, from radio, from that party he went to a few months ago.

He did not expect to hear that voice tonight.

“Señor Escobar?” Duque turns around, looking equally surprised. “I thought you weren’t going to make it!”

“I tried to make time. You said it could be helpful for the campaign.”

Escobar answers Duque, but glances towards his direction. Fernando offers his hand first.

“Fernando Gómez. Maybe you don’t remember, but I believe we met once, Señor Escobar.”

“I remember, governor.” Escobar shakes his hand firmly. “Actually, I thought you might have forgotten about me.”

“What? That was the best party I’ve ever been to!” He laughs in a slightly exaggerated way. “A monkey drinking tequila? Hippos in the backyard? How could anyone ever forget about that?”

Escobar smiles, almost looking deceptively humble. “Well, I’m happy that I was able to entertain you.”

“Please, I was literally just telling Señor Duque, entertainment has been a luxury for me ever since I took office.” He takes another sip of champagne just to calm his nerves. He did not prepare for this.

“I could imagine.” Escobar nods, but there’s something more in his tone, like a tentative challenge. “A large part of our country’s economy moves through the port in your department.”

“Oh you have no idea.” Fernando lets out a long sigh, keeping up the pretense. “It’s been months, and I’m still trying to figure out who’s in charge of what in Transportation. Honestly, that division is a total fucking mess.”

Escobar grins, and Fernando doesn’t miss the arrogance hidden behind. Good, let Escobar think he’s just an oblivious new governor and nothing more.

“I’m sure you will get everything in order very soon, governor. I’ve heard good things about you.”

“I certainly hope so too,” he raises his glass to Escobar, “and I hope it’s easier for you, if you ever take office in future.”

Escobar clicks their glasses together. “Thank you for your good wish, governor.”

Fernando brings the glass to his lips, and drinks it all up in one go. This can be the perfect moment to walk out of the situation, just make up an excuse and leave.

However, who knows better about Escobar’s plans than Escobar himself? This is highly risky, he knows. But he plans to never see Escobar again, so it’s really now or never. When has he ever given up an opportunity like that?

He takes a deep breath and puts the glass down. “Señor Duque and I were just talking,” Fernando gestures at Duque, bringing him back into the conversation, “it was incredible that you decided to run for office now.”

That seems to arouse Escobar’s curiosity immediately. “How come?”

“Because you have already succeeded! You’ve built a fortune, all by yourself, and you can comfortably enjoy the rest of your life.”

“And I’ve told governor Gómez, we all have greater ambitions for our own reasons.” Duque joins in naturally, because that was exactly what they were talking about before Escobar showed up.

“Hey, campaigning is tedious work, right? I’ve just done it, I know!” Fernando grabs another drink from a server, intentionally making the movement a little clumsy. “But you are willing to go through all that trouble for a seat in the senate, when you already have everything.”

“Well, we only live once, don’t we?”

“Absolutely.” He shakes his glass thoughtfully. “Sometimes I feel like we never have enough time to do all we want, before our time runs out.”

“You know what I believe, governor?” Escobar moves a step closer, eyes burning with enthusiasm. “A man never dies, if he is remembered by history.”

“Remembered by history…” Fernando shifts uncomfortably, trying to ignore the chilly feeling down his spine. Yes, the extent of Escobar’s ambition worries him, but what really makes him ponder is how much he wants that for himself.

“A beautiful idea only very few men can achieve, how inspiring.” He sums it up, now ready to take the exit. “Well, it’s been great talking to you, Señor Escobar, but if you don’t mind…” He turns his attention back to Duque, “I believe our friend here wants to introduce me to a señorita?”

“Of course.” Escobar chuckles, “It would be very rude of me to get in your way about that.”

*

The girl Duque introduces him to is Camila Castillo. Their families do know each other, though not very close. She is everything Duque described: beautiful, smart, elegant, and to his pleasant surprise, they are able to have a rather engaging conversation.

He would have been good with spending the rest of this evening hanging out with her, but he can’t help but get distracted after spotting Eduardo Sandoval sitting alone by the bar, staring intensely at Escobar’s direction.

He and Eduardo have met and talked at a few events, simply because they are around the same age, but they are not friends, acquaintances at best. Frankly, Fernando’s pretty sure Eduardo doesn’t even like him, so whatever that stubborn man does should be none of his business. But after everything that’s happened tonight, he is feeling particularly altruistic at the moment, so he offers to get Camila a special cocktail, and walks over to the bar.

Eduardo notices him, but only acknowledges him with a simple nod. He doesn’t take offense; it’s actually better for him to not appear too close to Eduardo anyway.

He proceeds to give the bartender two extremely complicated cocktail orders, and takes the chance to stand next to the man.

“I just got away from there, and I strongly suggest you not to approach.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, governor.” Eduardo spares him a glance and a tiny smile. No, not a smile, more like a sneer. “Plus, you got away in one piece yourself, didn’t you?”

“Look, I’m not disagreeing with you on this matter at all, ok?” Fernando resists the urge to facepalm himself. “But what can you possibly achieve right here, right now, besides adding a big target on your back?”

Eduardo huffs with genuine humor. “Pretty sure I already got more than one.”

“And…that’s a good thing?”

The other man ignores the question long enough that Fernando almost gives up, but then he puts the drink down with a loud clatter, and turns to face him.

“Some of us have to think for more than ourselves.” Their eyes meet, Eduardo’s blue pupils deep as sapphires. “If you disagree, that’s fine, but at least don’t try to stop others.”

“I’m not trying to stop you. I’m only suggesting that, quite honestly, you don’t do anything stupid right here.”

That is far from his best approach, but at this moment, he is already incredibly exhausted and frustrated, so since he’s really doing this out of good will, Eduardo can take it or leave it.

Eduardo raises his eyebrows, the defensive demeanor turning into genuine shock, and then, to Fernando’s surprise, he laughs out. It sounds curt and humorless, but nevertheless relaxed, in a strange way.

“I appreciate your good intentions, Fernando. I really do.” Eduardo says, now addressing him by his first name. “So let me offer a suggestion to you as well: stay in your department, and try to avoid Medellín and Bogotá in the near future, for your own safety. Anyone can get a target on their back.”

If that comes from anyone else, he would probably treat it as a threat, but he knows that’s not the case with Eduardo. Eduardo is honest, and sometimes, that’s the worst.

He lets out a long sigh and covers his face with both hands, dropping all the pretense for the first time tonight. For some godforsaken reason, Eduardo is the one person who makes him feel comfortable enough to do that.

“What the hell is going on these days, Eduardo?” He turns to face the other man again, looking deep into those calm blue eyes. “Things shouldn’t be this way.”

Eduardo’s lips curve up, but there’s no joy, only bitterness. “Well, that’s something we can agree on.”

Behind Eduardo, Galán and Gaviria walk towards their direction, like two parents who just found their lost child in a shopping mall.

Fernando greets both of them politely, and excused himself. The bartender places two finished cocktails in front of him, and he takes a small sip.

It’s sophisticated, sweet and luxurious, without a hint of liquor hidden inside. From outside, it looks perfect.

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Of Men and Games

Chapter 2: Risk Management

Rating: PG 13

Paring: Pacho/Male OC

Words: 2,657

Chapter 1

It feels weird to be blindfolded, not scary, just weird to rely on someone else’s help to walk on flat ground. Fernando breathes out deeply as he hears a door open in front of him. Good, that means this journey is almost over.

It was especially annoying that he couldn’t tell how long the ride would take. He asked, but they just respectfully told him it won’t be long, which was useless. So with nothing to do, he ended up spending his blind car ride reflecting on that first meeting he had with Cali about two weeks ago. Granted, he mainly thought about Pacho, but honestly, the conversation with Gilberto Rodriguez left him quite impressed as well.

*

“Maybe you and Pacho already talked about this earlier,” Gilberto looked between them, and Fernando wasn’t sure if he saw a hint of subtle knowingness in the older man’s glance, “what are you looking for from us, governor?”

“Well, this might not sound like the truth, but I’ve simply always preferred potential friends over enemies.”

“That’s not hard to believe at all, I completely agree!” The cartel leader casually shook the wine glass, keeping a relaxed smile on his face. “Still, friendship is mutual, isn’t it? I assume you already know what we need, so what is it that we can do for you?”

“Alright, I’ll be honest here. I’m sure you’ve noticed there has been a lot of attention on me, right? The entire country is watching.” Fernando answered with ease. Interestingly, this conversation was a lot easier than the one with Pacho, maybe because instead of a dangerous criminal, Gilberto was acting just like any other politician or businessman, and he was very much used to dealing with them. “So I think it’d be the best to keep a clean profile for now, at least on the surface.”

“A cautious young man! That’s rare these days.” Gilberto laughed, exchanging a looking with Pacho that he couldn’t fully decipher.

“So? What do you propose?” Pacho turned to him with a polite smile, more reserved than earlier since they weren’t alone anymore.

“I know roughly how much the last governor was getting out of this deal, and I’d just say: with that amount of money, you could easily make direct arrangements with people in charge of transportation. Currently I’m still going through a…sorting and cleansing process, but in two weeks or sooner, I’d be able to tell you exactly whom you need.”

Fernando raised his wine glass to Gilberto’s direction. “Cut me out as the middleman. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t know anything.”

“But you know. That’s the point, right?” Gilberto leaned forward, looking more interested than ever. “If something ever happens, you’d know exactly whom to throw under the bus. What do lawyers call it? Plausible deniability?”

“I studied Finance. I prefer the term risk management.”

*

“Be careful, sir. There are two stairs up in front of you.” The guy next to him takes a hold of his right arm. What’s his name again? Oh right, Fernando didn’t even ask, so guess now he’s just the awkward guy with messy ginger hair.

He almost smiles at the lengthy nickname in his head, but ends up stifling it. It’d be a little creepy for a blind-folded man to smile as soon as he enters the room.

The door closes behind them, and the awkward guy with messy ginger hair leads him through a few more turns, before gently sitting him down on a couch with soft cushion.

“Thank you, Navegante. You can leave us now.” Fernando finally lets his smile breakout, hearing that familiar smooth voice again. God…he’s been thinking about it, replaying it in his mind ever since he left that meeting where they first met.

“Are you smiling?” The voice gets closer, along with the unique scent of customized cologne. Pacho’s standing over him now, right in front of the couch. Fernando can sense the heat radiating from the other man’s body.

“Is that not allowed?”

“Of course it is, it’s welcomed.”

A few fingertips brush his left cheek, warm and soft, and he turns his head to meet them, letting the gentle sensation linger on his skin. Fernando blinks his eyes open as the blindfold comes off.

*

The room is lit up with a dim yellow light, not difficult for his eyes to adjust at all. There are oil paintings on the wall; on the first glance, he recognizes William Turner. A decanter set lays on the large wooden table. He can’t tell what exactly the liquor is, but just from the color, he already knows he’d like its rich flavor.

Finally, the most important of all, is the man standing right in front of him: still dressed in a meticulously smooth silk shirt, looking at him with a subtle smile, elegant and charming, with just the right amount of danger.

“Nice to see you again, Pacho.” Fernando can’t help as his own smile widens, reaching his eyes. “Is it still good to call you that?”

“Of course.” Pacho casually drops the blindfold on the table and picks up the decanter, “hope you didn’t mind your special transportation arrangement.”

“No, I understand.” He waves it off, “It’s not that bad. Your man was nice and polite about it.”

“Navegante?” Pacho shoots him a slightly suspicious glance, looking genuinely surprised. “Well, be sure to tell him later! He doesn’t get that a lot.”

“I’ll certainly keep that in mind!” Fernando takes the glass Pacho’s offering him. It’s a perfect chance for their fingers to touch, but he refrains himself from doing so. What’s the fun without a little challenge? The reward is always sweeter when anticipation runs longer.

“So?” Pacho takes a sip of the drink, sitting down on the other side of the couch. “As much as I enjoy your presence, I hope you have something else to share.”

“I certainly do.” Fernando takes out a plain white paper folder from his briefcase. “All you need is right here, or whom you need, to be accurate.”

He gives a quick run through of all the important details as Pacho opens the folder.

“Carlos Vasquez, Head of Logistics. He’s been working for the Department of Transportation his entire career, started out as a warehouse manager’s assistant when he was 22, worked his way up, married to his high school sweetheart and has two lovely daughters. Carmen is 12, and Melissa is 4.”

“And little Melissa just got diagnosed with a rare genetic disease that affects her blood cells, I see.” Pacho closes the folder and sets it aside, returning his full attention to Fernando, “a good man with misfortune.”

“Precisely.”

“And you think that’s the best person?”

“I met Melissa a few days ago. My father has this foundation to help children with severe illnesses, so occasionally, I also visit them at the hospitals.” He picks up the glass again and drinks a large gulp. Pacho might think this is just a performance, part of the politician skill package, like the way he smiles and waves at the audience every time he gives some kind of inspirational speech, and that’s true in most cases, but not this time, not entirely at least. He knows he’s not a great person, but he does have a soft spot for kids, especially little girls with light brown curls. They remind him of Lorena when she was young.

“Anyway, that was where I met her father outside of the office. Poor man was devastated. It’s not something entirely untreatable; all they need is this special medicine from the US, and as long as she gets one shot every other week, she’ll be fine for a very long time.”

“Wait, let me get this straight.” Pacho puts up a hand to interrupt him. There’s something in his brown eyes that Fernando doesn’t like: it’s a very soft emotion, almost like pity, no, not pity, like Pacho finds him adorable.

“You are setting this up to help them, instead of benefitting us?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Fernando quickly denies it, and he’s not lying. If he just wanted to help the man out, he could have paid for Melissa’s treatment, simple as that. “It’s a win-win. His daughter needs money to live, so he’s desperate, and desperate men are vulnerable.”

“But he also seems like an honest man.” Pacho shrugs, “he’s in charge of how many ports and airports? If he was fine with getting paid in other ways, he wouldn’t even be desperate now.”

“You know the issue with most men?” Fernando takes the chance to move a little closer to Pacho and fixes his stare with a confident, challenging smirk. “They’re prideful, too prideful for their own good.”

He almost regrets it as soon as the words come out of his mouth. At this moment, with the way he’s acting, it just seems like he’s implying Pacho is the man with too much pride, which is not his intention, and definitely not a good move.

As expected, something shifts in Pacho’s stare, a layer of firmness clouding the curiosity and amusement. “Go on. Why did you stop talking?”

“Right, what I was saying…” He takes a deep breath and gets back to the story. If he’s good at anything, it’s this. “I offered to pay for their outstanding medical bills for last month. I just thought it was a nice thing to do, since the foundation couldn’t cover everything for one single patient. But we almost got in a fight. He just wouldn’t accept it, saying my father’s foundation was more than enough and he shouldn’t accept money he didn’t earn.”

Fernando raises his glass to Pacho’s direction, knowing from the bottom of his heart that he already won. He always wins people over. This is what he does.

“So you are proposing a way for him to earn the money.” Pacho also raises his own glass, but not clicking them, not yet. “Didn’t know you had such a kind heart.”

“Just practical.”

“Alright, little genius, just one last thing: what happens if Melissa gets better?” Pacho leans in closer, their glasses a few inches apart now, “or in another case, if she get a lot worse?”

“Well, this isn’t my area of expertise, but…” Fernando finally clicks their glasses together softly, like a soundless touch. “I’ve always assumed that’s where blackmailing comes in?”

Pacho snorts at that, as if Fernando just told a funny joke. “Is that what you think I do?”

“Is it not?”

“It is sometimes.” Pacho slowly rolls his glass against Fernando’s, until the back of their fingers meet. “Sometimes a lot worse.”

“Oh yeah?” He leans into the touch, their knuckles now firmly pressed together. It’s not a traditionally sexy gesture, even a bit awkward with two glasses still in between, but it feels intense, thrilling, with incredibly high stakes.

“You seem very unbothered.”

“Should I be bothered?”

“You should, when the time comes.” Pacho brings the glass to his own lips, and instantly, Fernando already starts to miss the physical contact. “For now, we can drink to…some harmless blackmailing?”

“Harmless blackmailing.” He chuckles, “I like the sound of that.”

*

The whiskey tastes as rich as it looks: strong, bitter, lights up a fire in his stomach. He winces a little when he finishes the last drop.

“Too strong?”

“It’s good. I like it strong.” He sucks an ice cube into his mouth, and presses it tightly on his tongue to calm the burn. The movement itself isn’t seductive at all, even a little clumsy, but he knows what it looks like when he does it. The effect is evident from the way Pacho subtly purses his lips tighter.

“Is that so?”

“Is that not obvious?”

Pacho lifts his eyebrows suggestively, warm brown eyes getting darker as he quickly glances down. Nothing too direct or intrusive, just giving his lips a swift moment of attention, before returning to look him straight in the eye.

Fernando smiles, feeling braver than ever. He lets his own gaze wander freely on the body in front of him, lingering on all the right places, as if his eyes could carry touches.

He feels Pacho getting closer. He can sense the hot breath on his neck. “See anything interesting?”

“Everything looks interesting.” His voice comes out as a whisper, and right by his ear, he hears Pacho’s laugh. It’s lighthearted and sweet, even indulgent. But Fernando doesn’t need to be indulged; he’s not a child anymore. He gets what he wants. Plain and simple. “But it’s hard to tell with clothes on, isn’t it?”

That must have pushed a right button, or a very wrong one, because the way Pacho crushes their lips together feels like an outburst, a punishment. For a second, he’s completely dazed, body frozen and mind stunned into silence. A surprised moan escapes his throat, but the shock and embarrassment are soon pushed aside by pure thrill. He parts his lips, and their tongues meet effortlessly. The kiss is urgent and sloppy, like two bad dancers trying to tangle, which is funny because if anything, he is an incredible dancer for this particular type of dance. Pacho’s mustache tickles on his skin, and he laughs, messing up his breathing as Pacho mercilessly presses a hand on the back of his skull, deepening the kiss like an animal devouring his prey.

But Fernando is no prey.

He pulls away to take a deep breath, then leans back in, melting again into Pacho’s touch. But this time he’s patient, allowing his curiosity to take over as he gently explores this new territory with the tip of his tongue. For one of the most dangerous criminals in the country, Pacho has a pair of deceptively soft lips, and that alone is enough to drive him crazy. What’s more captivating than vulnerability within strength? Fernando moans into the other man’s mouth as he gets in deeper, full of satisfaction. He keeps his eyes shut, but his hand finds its way to Pacho’s broad shoulders, slowly going down along the spine. The silk shirt feels smooth under his palm, and he imagines the skin underneath is just as flawless.

A piece of cold, hard metal suddenly touches his fingertips as he’s tracing Pacho’s leather belt. Fernando’s no stranger to guns, but still it surprises him, because Pacho must have had the gun this whole time, and somehow he didn’t realize until now.

*

“Do you carry a gun all the time? Wherever you go?”

“Pretty much.”

He closes his fingers around it. “Did you have one when we met last time?”

“No, it wasn’t needed. You’re not that kind of threat.”

“So why bring one this time?”

“I was doing something else earlier.” Pacho takes a hold of his wrist, not very aggressively, but still, the precise pressure on a particular muscle is enough for him to instantly loose his grip. “You know, I mostly deal with people who are not like you.”

“Alright, point taken. But let’s just say…” Fernando slides his hand back up, resting it on that sweet spot between waist and ribs. “What if I were just like them? What would you do then?”

Pacho looks at him and smiles, not a teasing smirk, but a genuine, wide smile, like he’s trying to stop himself from laughing and ruining the mood.

“Well, in reality you’d be dead, but for the sake of this little game,” the subtle playfulness in his voice disappears, replaced by a menacing tone, “I’ll give you a chance to convince me otherwise.”

Fernando watches Pacho taking the gun out, dim light from the lamp reflecting off the metal surface. The safety isn’t even off, but somehow it feels real, like it could be real, and that sends chills through his spine, not because of fear, but anticipation.

His heart skips a beat as the barrel touches his chin.

“What are you waiting for?”

PS. The next entire chapter is going to be sex. You know it.

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[purplesong1028]

Of Men and Games

Chapter 3: Gun Control (!NSFW)

Warning: Gun Play, Explicit Smut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Pacho/Male OC

Words: 4,753

Fernando was a high school junior when he first made out with a boy. It was never some ground-shattering realization with Gabriel; in fact, it was a very gradual, natural development, almost cliché. They were two confused, horny teenagers in an all boy high school. At some point, without realizing, their friendly hugs simply started to become tighter, more intimate, and it didn’t take much longer for a series of events to happen after that. It was a sin, he knew. It was wrong and forbidden, and it’d be a complete disaster if they were caught, but that didn’t stop him. On the contrary, it only fueled his desire, to the point of being irresistible.

They did everything they could at school, whatever they could get away with: dirty jokes, playful slaps, stolen kisses in the bathroom… It was fun and exciting, but at the end of the day those games didn’t count. They were just meaningless foreplay without crossing the final line and getting into the real business. Hence, when his father was away on a long business trip, he and Gabriel, as fucking stupid as they were back then, didn’t waste any time locking themselves in his bedroom.

They seriously thought it was a good plan. His house was big enough that his mom would not hear anything from her floor unless they screamed. The maids wouldn’t come anywhere near if he told them they were working on an important project. Lorena was five years old and literally didn’t know anything.

Yeah, back then they were really naive enough to believe that plan was perfect, and not surprisingly, they were almost completely naked when someone started banging on the door.

“Fernando! What are you doing in there? Come out! Papa’s home early!”

Lorena’s happy childish scream never sounded so mortifying. His hand was on Gabriel’s penis at the time, and he squeezed it so hard that his poor friend screamed in agony.

“Fernando? What are you doing? Are you hurt?”

“No! No, we’re ok!” He screamed back, hurrying to grab his pants from the floor. “I dropped something on my foot. You said dad’s home?!”

“Yeah, papa came back early! I’m so happy!!” She banged on the door again. It didn’t even carry that much force— she was a five year old girl, but back then Fernando was genuinely worried that she could break the door down.

He glanced over at Gabriel, who was struggling to button up his shirt and looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“Ah ok! You go to papa first, yeah?” He tried to keep calm, he had to. “We’re just finishing up some homework, will be there in a minute!”

“Okay.” Lorena sounded a bit disappointed, but listened to him regardless. Fernando slowly let out a sigh, walking to the mirror to finish putting his clothes back on.

“You said your father was away!” Gabriel whispered, but the tone definitely sounded like a scream.

“Well you heard her! He came back early!” Fernando took a look at him. “For God’s sake, you skipped a button!”

“Ah fuck!”

“Papa!!” Lorena’s scream pierced through the thick wall again, this time along with a man’s familiar voice.

“¡Aquí estás, mi princesa!”

Another happy scream, more laughter. His father must have just picked Lorena up, kissing all over her little soft face. He vaguely remembered receiving the same treatment when he was little, but still it felt different. Lorena was their cute princess, but he was the crown prince who needed to rule the kingdom one day.

He took one last look in the mirror, making sure both he and Gabriel looked impeccable. They gave each other a silent nod, and then opened the door.

“Papa!” Fernando walked over to hug his father. “You’re home early?”

“You don’t sound so happy!” A big hand pats him on the back, ruffling his hair. “Getting tired of your old man? Huh?”

“Marco, mi amor.” His mom walked in, wearing a flowy skirt and meticulous makeup, like she just came back from an afternoon tea party, although she didn’t even leave home today. He kissed her on the cheek, and it would probably have been on the lips, if they didn’t see Gabriel standing right there.

“Ah, sorry, where are my manners?” Marco offered his hand. “I assume you’re Fernando’s friend?”

“Ah yeah, Gabriel.” They shook hands, and Gabriel still looked a little nervous. “Nice to meet you, Señor and Señora Gómez. Thank you for having me here.”

“Por favor, the pleasure is ours.” Marco laughed it off. “Come, have some coffee and snacks with us. You must be hungry.”

Everyone started walking downstairs to the dining room, and Fernando took the chance to trail behind, exchanging some quiet mutual understanding with Gabriel: they were off the hook this time.

However, they did suffer some other consequences. To put it simply, the accident spooked them so much that whenever they tried to make out again, they couldn’t stay hard for long. Considering they were both sixteen year old boys at the time, that was fucking unbelievable.

“I told you, my parents are not even in Colombia!” Gabriel sat on his bed shirtless, belt open. “I literally called them this morning, ok? They’re still on a beach in Panama. It won’t be like last time at your place!”

“I know, I know!” Fernando ran a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, ok? But I can’t get it out of my head. I know this is your bedroom, but I can just see my father walking in that door!”

“Alright.” Gabriel shrugged, zipping his pants back up. “Honestly? Wasn’t that hot for me either, just trying to get it over with.”

“Ugh, damn it…” He let out a long sigh and fell back into the king-sized bed. “Have we ruined it?”

“I sure hope not. We haven’t even done it yet.”

They were lying side by side, and Fernando turned to silently study Gabriel’s face: tanned skin, long eyelashes, beautiful bone structure from nose bridge to cheekbones…If he leaned in a little bit closer, their lips would touch again. “Have you done it with a girl?”

“Not really. I kissed Gloria once and that’s about it.”

“Gloria? Gloria Flores that goes to Santa Maria?”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit!” He slapped hard on Gabriel’s shoulder. “What’re you even doing with me?”

Gabriel shoved him. “Shut up, asshole.”

“Wait, was that…was that how you found out?! You kissed Gloria, and felt nothing?!”

Gabriel was silent, and Fernando bursted out laughing, burying his face into a pillow.

“I said shut up!” Gabriel grabbed his arm and tickled him hard, precisely between two ribs, the weakest spot on his entire body. He screamed and fought back, wrestling Gabriel into the soft mattress, trying to grab both of his wrists but failed. It was very difficult to gain an upper hand. They were so similar: height, weight, eye color, hobbies, and everything else. Everything that mattered.

They eventually stopped, both out of breath from laughing for several minutes straight and all the wrestling.

“So?” Gabriel reached out to cover his hand, still sounded out of breath. “What do you want to do?”

“I think…” Fernando stretched one arm up like he was reaching for the ceiling. “I think that we need to think outside of the box, or the bedroom, for that matter.”

Gabriel sat up almost immediately. “I don’t think I like where this is going.”

“Oh trust me, you will.”

*

A week later, they each told their parents that they were going to take a day trip hiking in the mountains. They even invited their fathers to come along, knowing that neither could actually make it because of business meetings.

They didn’t drive to the well-maintained hiking trail, but to a rather remote area deep in the forest, right next to a little creek. Thinking back, they were fucking lucky that they weren’t kidnapped by guerillas or eaten by wild animals.

“You wanna get out of the car?” Fernando leaned in from the passenger seat, sliding a hand up Gabriel’s thigh. He tried to do that a few times on the way here, but Gabriel told him to stop if he didn’t want to crash and die.

“Out? Where, in the river? On the tree?!” Gabriel stared at him as if he’d gone mad, the exact same look he received when he first proposed this idea. “No, Fernando, I’m absolutely not getting out.”

Fernando laughed, slowly moving his hand up to the belt buckle, massaging the bulge underneath. “That’s alright, we can stay in.”

Gabriel stopped the engine and turned to him.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Fernando smiled and leaned his head down.

*

“What are you waiting for?”

Pacho’s voice echoes in his ears, the gun barrel feels cold against his chin, but it burns his skin, sending heat throughout his body, from neck to stomach, and further down. He swallows, and reaches for Pacho’s belt.

“No. I didn’t say you could touch me.”

Part of him wants to ignore the command and keep going, just to see what would happen. Would Pacho threaten him more? Twist his arm away? Switch off the safety?

Fernando decides to stop as he’s told; that’s not a game to play on the first try. They’ll get there another day.

“As you wish.” He says sweetly as he takes off his own jacket, slowly unbuttoning the white shirt underneath. “You can touch me.”

He follows Pacho’s gaze on his own body: neck, collarbones, chest… He smirks, subtly leaning more into the gun. It hurts his chin a little. It feels good.

Pacho doesn’t need another hint. The gun travels down, through the beating pulse on the side of his neck, pressing hard onto a nipple, down the side of his ribs, then belly button…

Fernando looks up, meeting Pacho’s brown eyes, now lit up with dangerously heated desire. “One day, you’ll get into big trouble with that attitude.”

Fernando opens his mouth, and the sentence comes out like a moan. “A price to pay for having big things.”

He didn’t realize what he just said until he heard it. They fall into an awkward silence for a few seconds, and then Pacho’s first one to snort. He follows right after, unable to hold back his own laughter.

Pacho shakes his head and tosses the gun on the couch. “I can’t tell if you’re great at this, or terrible.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” Fernando admits honestly. “I just kept saying things I didn’t mean tonight.”

“Well, that can’t be good.”

“Maybe you make me a little nervous,” He leans back into the couch, staring at Pacho from the side. He’s dealt with enough people to know when to show strength and when to show weakness. “I just didn’t realize it.”

“Because of the gun?”

“No! That’s the best part.”

“Really?” Pacho lets out a chuckle. “Then what?”

“Maybe just like you said, I usually don’t deal with people like you.” He shifts closer, bringing his hand back to Pacho’s belt. This time he isn’t stopped. “But I’ll get used to it.”

“You better get used to it soon.” Pacho runs a hand across his bare chest, pinching a nipple. “Things move very fast in this game, as you call it.”

“I’ll catch up.” He smiles against Pacho’s lips, closing his eyes. Their second kiss is just as exciting and unpredictable as the first one. He’s still not sure when to lick and when to bite, but one thing he does know is Pacho likes that, so that’s good enough to make him not hold back, knowing that it’s okay to make mistakes.

“You learn fast.” Pacho brings the kiss to his cheek and neck, pushing him backwards into the couch. He shrugs off his open shirt, letting his bare back touch the cool leather.

*

The weight shifts on the cushions, so the gun rolls off and falls on the carpet. Fernando stares up at Pacho with the most innocent look he can manage, while tentatively reaching for it.

Pacho tilts his head, not looking a bit concerned. “You know how to use it?”

Fernando picks it up, feeling the weight in his palm. “I’ve been hunting since I was sixteen.”

Pacho smiles down at him like he just told a harmless joke. “How impressive. Ever used it on a person?”

He laughs out. “No, of course not.”

“Ever learned how to take it from someone else?” Pacho pushes a knee between his legs, pressing on his half hard desire. He sighs contentedly, and that brief moment of distraction is enough for Pacho to reach down, twist his wrist into such a strange angle that for a moment, he’s really scared that it would break.

He lets out a surprised yelp, tightly clutching his sore wrist with his left hand. The sharp pain soon fades, and everything seems to be pretty much intact. He looks back up, and the gun securely lies in Pacho’s hand, pointing at his stomach.

Pacho smirks. “That’s how.”

“Alright, lesson learned.” He massages his wrist, relaxing the muscles. “That was a bit harsh, don’t you think? I wasn’t even pointing it at you.”

“Here’s another lesson.” Pacho grabs his right hand and pins it above his head. “It will be too late when the gun’s pointed at you. Remember that.”

Fernando doesn’t bother to struggle under the hold, knowing that at this point it’d be useless, so he gently brings his left hand to Pacho’s shoulder, like asking nicely for a hug.

“When was the first time you used it?” He thrusts his hips up, feeling the bulge under Pacho’s silk pants. “On a human.”

Pacho meets his rhythm effortlessly, rocking back and forth. “Eighteen.”

Fernando wraps his arm around Pacho’s neck, bringing him down until their foreheads meet. “What was it like?”

“Not something you would enjoy.”

“But you do?”

Pacho slightly loosens the grip on his wrist, but gives his hip a particularly hard thrust. “Depends on the person.”

Fernando moans as pleasure blooms out, sending chills up his body. He grabs Pacho’s silk shirt, twisting it tightly.

“Take it off?”

Pacho bites him on the lips. “Go ahead. No one’s stopping you.”

*

It’s not easy to undress Pacho with only his left hand, especially when the other man’s relentlessly teasing him in every way possible. The barrel of the gun has been warmed by his skin, now feeling exactly like fingertips, touching him so skillfully like an extension of Pacho’s hand. It circles around his belt buckle, sticking into his pants, but just a little, not far enough to touch anything. He moans and shifts uncomfortably, trying to ease the growing tension in his pants, and instantly, the pressure on his right wrist becomes stronger.

“Patient.” Pacho whispers against him, hot breath tickling on his ear lobe. “Focus on what you’re doing.”

Fernando groans, not hiding his frustration. He has managed to work half of the buttons open, revealing Pacho’s tanned chest, marked with several pink scars. He runs his fingers through each one, feeling the slightly rougher skin. He can’t get enough of the sensation. God…he wants to lick them. Suddenly, the remaining two or three buttons look unbearably annoying, and he has a strong urge to just tear the whole shirt apart, but he also knows that he’s probably used up all the leniency tonight, so it's best for him to be good, for now.

Fernando takes a deep breath and tells himself to stay focused, keeping his hand stable, carefully maneuvering the last few buttons open.

“Now?” He impatiently tugs on Pacho’s belt, not hiding his desperation. “Please?”

Pacho smiles against his lips, and then finally lets go of his right hand. His wrist is still a little sore, but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing Pacho’s belt buckle, like a starving man opening a can of food. Letting out a shaky sigh, Fernando pulls down the boxers to release the hot flesh underneath: hard, heavy, throbbing against his palms.

The gun slowly moves down his abdomen, digging into his own belt which is still perfectly intact. The barrel almost touches his cock, almost, merely an inch away, yet he’s feeling the heat, the stimulation already overwhelming.

Fernando grabs Pacho’s wrist and shoves it down.

He inhales sharply as the gun presses tightly into his crotch, metal to skin, right between that sensitive spot between two balls. He fumbles to take off his own pants, fingertips sweating.

“Look at me.” Pacho tells him, so he does, staring into his own reflection in Pacho’s slightly dilated pupils, like little mirrors in a fairytale, drowning him in dark magic.

He sees the smirk in Pacho’s eyes as his pants and boxers are pulled down. He sighs at the relief, and then looks at the gun right next to his hard cock. He smirks back, and aligns his wet tip against the barrel, giving it a playful thrust. He knows it won’t go in, but the novelty alone is enough to send another wave of arousal through his body.

“Well, too bad the gun’s not big enough.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“I know.”

*

Pacho crushes their lips together, more bites than kisses, until he tastes the scent of his own blood, but it doesn’t hurt, barely a tiny sting.

The gun moves again, torturously slow, tracing the bulging vein on his cock, and further down…

“Turn around.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice to shift under Pacho, confined between two muscular thighs. The skin touches his own legs and hip as he turns, and it tickles…no, it burns.

His stiff cock is pressed against the smooth leather, insatiable desire trapped under his own body, and yet every muscle on his back comes to life as they’re savored by Pacho’s lips, tongue or teeth.

His breath hitches when the piece of hard, round metal touches his entrance. Fernando balls his hands into fists, bracing himself for what’s about to come. He holds his breath, waiting for the breach, which surprisingly doesn’t come for several seconds. But it’s not moving away either, just perfectly still between his cheeks. He turns to the side, shooting Pacho a confused glance.

Pacho lays a palm on his lower back, not really pushing down, just with enough force to hold him at the current position. “Have you done this before?”

There’s no point in lying. His reaction already spoke louder than words. “No, but there’s a first to everything, right?”

Pacho raises his eyebrows. There’s so much unsaid in the silence, and if his brain wasn't filled with lust, he would have looked deep into those beautiful brown eyes and analyzed every emotion, pulling out every thought. But for once, he doesn’t have to. That subtle sense of consideration or restraint, regardless of the motives behind, tells him more than he needs to know at this moment.

Fernando smiles, his entire body easing up instantly, like he just swallowed the most effective muscle relaxer in the world, and he knows that’s a terrible idea. There’s absolutely no reason to feel relaxed now, or ever, not with someone like Pacho. Yet inexplicably, for completely illogical reasons, he has rarely been more sure of himself. “You won’t hurt me, not with this.”

“No, not with this.”

Pacho answers quickly, and it sounds like a reassurance, a comfort for him, but something incredibly soft and complicated flashes across Pacho’s face. Fernando recognizes it from distant memories of his own, when he felt understood, seen, in some unexpected way, sometimes with the most random matters.

He spreads his legs wider.

"Then give me your worst.”

*

The scented candle burns vigorously on the coffee table, dangerously close to his face, the little flame dancing at the rhythm of his breathing. Fernando closes his eyes and exhales as the two fingers inside him press right on the sweetest spot. At the back of his mind, he wonders if that bottle of essential oil on the table is truly a convenient coincidence.

A particularly forceful thrust jerks him out of his thoughts. He lets out a sharp groan, scratching the leather beneath him.

“What are you thinking?”

Fernando blinks at the dancing red flame. “Did you plan for this to happen?”

“Plan?” Pacho snorts, pressing deeper into him, adding a third finger to open him up further effortlessly. “There’s nothing to plan here. You should see yourself.”

He laughs, but it turns into a moan midway. “Hey, you aren’t very shy yourself.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“Good.” He presses back against Pacho’s fingers. “There’s nothing to complain about here.”

Pacho pulls the fingers out, a little faster than necessary. Then he picks the gun back up.

“We’ll see about that.”

*

He tries to relax: control the breathing, talk to himself in the head, and whatever worked before when he experimented with new things. But this is different.

This is a gun, a loaded gun, and he can’t see it.

“What’s your favorite gun when you go hunting?”

“What?” He snaps to look at Pacho, not sure where the question came from. If this is meant to distract him, it sure doesn’t work if they’re staying on the topic of guns.

“You’ve been hunting since you were sixteen, right?” He feels a large hand caressing his hip and thigh, massaging the tense muscles on his waist. “Tell me, what do you like?”

“Ah well, my dad had a few Remingtons, so I’m pretty familiar with those, but I guess I’d say my favorite is Mannlicher Schoenauer 1903. I got my first deer with it. I think it was…”

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence, as the barrel starts pushing in. The sudden stretching feels so extreme that he’s sure he would hurt and bleed, but there’s no pain, just a dull soreness.

“Go on?” Pacho’s voice is filled with amusement, but his hand is steady and firm. “Tell me more about the deer.”

“I think I was eighteen.” Fernando hears the trembling in his voice. He remembers the story vividly, but he’s struggling to put it into words when he literally has a gun inside him. “I mean, I’ve shot birds and rabbits before that, but that time I felt confident enough to go for a deer, and we saw…ah!”

The gun moves, brushing his prostate, and he has to fight down a scream. Fernando tries to shift into a more comfortable position, but Pacho presses hard down on his back, stopping all the small movements he can manage to make. That’s why Pacho’s asking him to tell the story, isn’t it? Right now he is the prey, and if he doesn’t agree with that, Pacho’s going to make him one.

“Saw what? I’m listening.”

“…Saw a beautiful deer.” He sighs, allowing himself to surrender, for now. “I aimed at its heart and took the shot, but I missed it. I didn’t know how, the gun even had a scope, but I shot his leg instead.”

The gun starts to move back and forth. The sensation feels less threatening, now that he gets more comfortable with it. If anything, it kind of feels like a very hard, straight dick, but it does exactly what it’s supposed to do, giving him a rush of pleasure with every thrust, but more intense, more violent.

Pacho brings a hand to his thigh. “Where in the leg?”

“I don’t really remember.” Fernando laughs out at the weird fixation on detail. “Just the left one maybe?”

He screams at a hard pinch on his left thigh, while the gun pushes all the way in. He can even feel Pacho’s knuckles on his cheeks now.

“Poor deer.”

“You fucking asshole.” Fernando bites his bottom lip, digging his fingers in between two cushions and grabbing hard onto one.

“Then what? Did you shoot it again?”

“Not immediately.” He takes a very deep breath, closing his eyes at the memory. “It was screaming, and there was blood everywhere. I hadn’t shot anything that large before, guess I was a bit shocked.”

“It’s the worst, right?” Pacho says nonchalantly, which makes it even more thrilling. “When you want them to die quickly, but they just don’t.”

They’re definitely not talking about the same thing. Fernando knows it, and Pacho knows it too! But what’s worse is that, it fucking works on him. It feels like the gun just caught on fire, and it’s melting him, consuming him from within, a deadly ecstasy. Yet it’s not enough, because it won’t be enough until Pacho hears the end of the story. He’s not getting what he wants until Pacho gets it first.

“My father, he told me to finish it.” He tries to finish the story with as few words as possible. “Even if it lived, it’d be a crippled deer in the woods. Killing it would be the merciful thing to do. So I did.”

“What a good son you are.” Suddenly, there’s something other than teasing in Pacho’s voice, something more serious, more vicious. “Imagine if your father could see you right now, and know who you really are.”

“What?!” That comment snaps him out of the blissful state like a splash of cold water. “What are you…”

“Nothing, relax.” Pacho leans down to kiss the back of his neck, seductive and mesmerizing. “You’re not a boy anymore. You can stop pretending to be good.”

His vision goes blank for a moment when the gun gets pulled out of his body, and within a glimpse of a second, it’s replaced by hot human flesh.

Pacho bottoms out with one smooth motion, sending him close to the edge right there and then. He screams and trembles, feeling as if he’s lost control of the lower part of his body, clenching uncontrollably around Pacho’s desire, following Pacho’s rhythm.

Fernando hurries to reach for his own cock, chasing that final release, but Pacho grabs his wrist and pins it right next to his head. He struggles, fighting desperately. “No! No please…”

Pacho doesn’t answer, just keeps thrusting into him, hard and precise, like a cruel hunter firing his shots, disabling and torturing the prey however as he pleases, until he finds the mercy in himself to deliver the final bullet to the heart.

Fernando doesn’t recognize the voice coming out of his own throat, or the movements of his own body. He doesn’t belong to himself anymore, just for a little while, just as long as this exhilarating torture lasts, he doesn’t mind being the prey.

The world outside disappears as the orgasm takes over, sending him over the edge of reality. The pleasure expands, explodes through every nerve, every vein.

At that moment, it feels like his body giving in to the overwhelming sensations, his heart failing to beat, and his brain failing to make sense.

It feels like death, before he truly comes alive.

*

Fernando lies on the couch under a warm blanket as Pacho gets dressed next to him, allowing himself a rare moment of indolence.

“So?” Pacho smiles down at him, running a hand through his hair, now a little wet from the sweat.

He looks up, leaning into the touch. “Do you need to ask?”

“Guess not.” Pacho moves his hand down, gently brushing his cheekbone and neck, stopping at the shoulder. “But in case you are also wondering, it was incredible, especially for a first timer.”

“Please, you make it sound like I was a virgin.”

“Well, in that case, it was phenomenal and you’re very talented.”

Fernando snorts out, and then they both burst out laughing, like two regular lovers fooling around, but the folder he brought here earlier is still on the coffee table, and inside, there’s confidential information on Carlos and his sick daughter.

“I would love for you to spend the night.” Pacho picks the folder up. “But I think we have to agree that’s not a good idea.”

“Yeah, I need to get home before the sun comes up.” It’s the truth, but it doesn’t help with the disappointment.

“There’s still time. You can sleep for a few hours. I’ll wake you up.”

“You’re sure?”

“Of course.” Pacho pulls the blanket up for him. “We treat our guests well.”

“What kind of guests are we talking about here?”

“Just go to sleep.”

So he does. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift away, naked on a couch, right next to one of the most dangerous men in the country.

He sleeps well.

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[shadow-assassin-blix]

A Picture is a Poem Without Words

Chapter 15

Its herreeee. Sorry this took so long, between new job and not a lot of free time it took me a hot minute to find time to write. But we have officially ended season 2, and we will be entering season 3... Oooh. so much drama planned... Im actually extremely excited to write everything I got plotted out in my head.

Warnings: some fighting, sex, fingering, a dash of cunninglingus 

As always: “Talk”  ‘Thoughts’ and “Spanish”

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Pacho tag: @yungkvte  @mcrmarvelloki  @realm-of-azrael and @shootingthroughthesky0905​  (I saw your message and I wanted to surprise ya!)

It was later that evening, after that disaster of a meeting with Tata, when Pacho finally entered her office. He leaned casually against the door frame, watching her work for a moment.

“What’s up my love?” Blix asked not looking up from the file she was reading currently.

“Checking on you. Haven’t left this office since you came home, and according to Thierry, you haven’t eaten yet. Are you okay? What did she want?” Pacho questioned as he stepped inside.

“Wanted to bargain. To protect her children. And her own skin. I told them that the price would be steep, and it wouldn’t be offered until her husband was dead. She didn’t seem too pleased by my answer. Guess she thought I would be kind and plead her case to Gilberto. Unfortunately for her, kindness went out the door the moment I was shot several times in my own damn home,” Blix seethed, tossing the file down.

Pacho looked at her curiously, “Surely… that’s not the only reason?”

“What other reason would I need? I mean besides the world’s most awkward family reunion with my father?” Blix wouldn’t make eye contact with him.

“Hmmm. Mayhaps… a certain colonel who was killed by her husband? One of whom you loved like family?” Pacho reminded with a raised eyebrow.

He knew her well enough at this point that there was a deeper reason to her anger. It wasn’t just that she was angry but was still in pain over his death.

She didn’t answer him, besides sighing.

“While it is true that Gilberto would make a steep price for his protection, your anger over this is… excessive,” Pacho gently explained, as he noticed the tension in her body and her footing tapping rapidly.

“It’s the audacity for me,” Blix stated plainly, standing up and moving to pace in front of her desk.

Her anger grew the more she spoke, “She dares to ask ME a favor when her husband has taken so much from me? Like. I have been shot at, my family backstory exposed on international television, been in an explosion for the SECOND TIME in a year, and lost my best friend, because of that bastard. And she has the ADUACITY to plead with me to save her life and tried to guilt trip me with her children? Fuck that.”

Pacho listened to her rant, his eyes glancing over at the door to see Gilberto, Miguel, and Chepe standing there listening as well with some mild confusion. He made eye contact with them, and quietly shook his head. He would explain things to them later.

Pacho gently walked over to her and pulled her into his arms causing her rant to stutter. He held her close or at least he attempted to. She pushed away from him and continued pacing.

“Pacho, I love you, but I really do not want to be touched right now. I wanna hit something repeatedly. Preferably Escobar… in the face…with a cinderblock,” Blix growled as she stopped, staring at nothing in particularly.

“Come with me,” Chepe offers stepping into her room, holding his hand out to her.

Blix looked at him for a moment, before taking his hand, and allowing him to lead her downstairs. He dragged her downstairs, and outside where several guards were lulling about. He tells her to wait a moment and walked over to a muscular man off to the side. They spoke in whispers for a minute before the both of them strolled over to her.

“This is Alejandro, he is one of our best fighters. Perhaps you two can have a nice spar and you can work out that anger little lady,” Chepe offered with a small smirk.

“Do you prefer gloves or bare-knuckled?” Blix asked him after thinking it over for a moment.

“Either works for me, you sure you can handle fighting me lil lady? Wouldn’t want you to break a nail or anything?” Alejandro goaded her.

Blix said nothing as she rolled up the sleeves to her dress shirt, having left her suit jacket in her office. Once she was satisfied with her sleeves, she walked over to a more open area of the patio and waited for Alejandro to join her. She took a moment to stretch, standing on her tip toes, her arms reaching for the sky. She was barefoot, having taken her shoes off some hours ago.

Chepe and Alejandro looked at each other, before Chepe simply shrugged saying, “Have fun?”

Alejandro joined her, taking off his rings and setting them down on a table, and kicking off his shoes as well.

“Go until one concedes or until one bleeds, Alejandro?” Blix asked him as once he was ready.

“Whichever you prefer m’lady,” Alejandro said with a cocky smirk.

Blix simply raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes briefly, before swiftly throwing out a jab, hitting him squarely in the face.

He jerks back, shaking his head, and gave her an incredulous look as he processed the hit. A loud boisterous laugh left him as he exclaimed something she couldn’t quite catch.

His left leg swings at her as he tried to surprise her with a kick. Blix blocked it from making contact against her side, by grabbing his ankle, sliding forward to sweep his other leg out from under him. As he fell, she moved back, waiting for him to get back up.

He got up with an angry shout, moving to charge at her. She twirled out of the way of his path, dodging him multiple times as he tried to grab her. After the 3rd time, she waited until he had gotten close to her before aiming a punch at his gut, causing him to be slightly winded. She punched him several more times, before finally doing a roundhouse kick aimed at his face.

As the kick landed, and he fell back onto the ground, he waved his hand.

“I concede. Damn girl… where’d you learn to punch? That shit hurts,” Alejandro complains, clutching his chest.

“From a former MMA champion, at his gym filled with other MMA fighters. All of them made sure that if I was going to hit a man, that I was going to make sure it hurt. That groin shots only do so much and are too predictable,” Blix explained taking a breath.

“Think I would’ve preferred that to be honest,” He mumbled, taking the hand Blix offered him to help him up.

“Sorry. Not that kind of girl,” Blix lightly joked.

There was the sound of applause coming from the direction of the house, and as they turned to it, they saw several guards standing there watching alongside the Gentlemen.

She looked over at Pacho, who was smirking at her, pride shining brightly in his eyes.

“We should have another match again. Ya know… when you learn to take a punch,” Blix ribbed Alejandro as she walked away.

“Oh ho ho. I see that overconfidence starting to show itself! We are definitely having a rematch. You can count on that Lady of Cali,” Alejandro called out, grabbing his stuff before returning to work.

Blix grinned cheekily, standing before Pacho.

“I’ll take that hug now,” Blix spoke softly to him.

Pacho’s smirk transformed into a small smile as he pulled her into his arms, holding her close. She wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest. She felt a lot better than she did 15 minutes ago.

“I’ve already informed them about your meeting. We are planning our next moves. Apparently the Castellano brothers have a surprise of sorts in the works for you. What that means, I don’t know, but with those two the less you know the better,” Pacho murmured to her.

Blix simply nodded her head once, but before she could respond, her stomach growled loudly.

Blix’s cheeks warmed up in embarrassment as she heard Pacho snicker at her.

“Let’s get some food in you, my heart,” He said as he pulled away to lead her back inside to the kitchen.  

As the two of them took a seat at the island in his kitchen, one of his chef’s came forward with several plates of food, setting them down before the two of them.

“Feel better?” Pacho asked her after a moment, chuckling a bit as she took a fork and started pigging out.

Blix paused for a moment, giving him a thumbs up, instead of speaking since her mouth was full.

Once she was able to, she verbally replied, “Yeah. Still a bit upset, but no longer filled with rage.”

“Good. Y’know you never have to hide that from me right? I would rather you rant and rage for a few minutes, than sit and isolate yourself for hours from everyone without talking about it. Even Thierry, who had been with you, admitted he was pissed that Tata asked that of you, and Thierry doesn’t get mad,” Pacho spoke gently, brushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

Blix smiles smally and nods her in understanding.

“I’m used to dealing with things on my own. It’s hard for me to rely on others or talk about how I feel. It’s not exactly something I was taught. Be patient with me, yeah?” Blix answered, grabbing his hand and holding it loosely.

Pacho smirked before giving her a swift kiss, muttering an ‘always’ against her lips.

The two of them spent another hour eating, and simply enjoying one another’s company. As the two of them got up to go to bed, there was a slight commotion going on in the living room. They looked at each other confused, before moving quickly toward the noise. The brothers were watching the news, and as the two of them watched trying to figure out what had happened the reporter revealed some disturbing news.

Blix watched as two different reports came on. One was a disturbing video of Valeria’s murder right outside the hotel she met Tata. As she noted the… elaborate setup and message, she looked over at Chepe who was leaning against the couch. Chepe met her eyes and gave her a small nod confirming her questioning eyes. This is what the Castellanos had planned.

The next report was just as bad. Judy Moncada, who had been arrested, in an interview where she threw Javier under the bus.

“Damnit Javi. You idiot. What the hell did you do to piss her off?” Blix mumbled under her breath as she rushed upstairs to her sat phone.

She tried calling him to no avail before trying Steve. No answer from him either.

She called Theo, who answered after the second ring, “Yo boss.”

“What the hell is going on with the DEA?” Blix asked concern lacing her voice.

“Epic shit show. Peña was working with Los Pepes and he tried to back out on them. Moncada wasn’t having it. He’s currently on a plane back to Texas. Steve’s out in the field trying to find Escobar. He’s been on the run for a week and Steve thinks that he and Search Bloc are close to finding him. The man’s desperate, he’s bound to mess up,” Theo reported quickly.

“Shit. That damn fool. And he tells me to be more careful and yet he was feeding Los Pepes information to get ahead of the Medellin?  I outta strangle him,” Blix grumbled as she took a seat on her bed.

“Yeah. It’s… it’s been a mess. But. Bright side, we may be getting rid of one cartel soon? In other news, we found a lead to a potential buyer in some of the items König was going to sell to Argentina. I’ve already sent Cynthia and Robbie down to investigate, so it’s just Marisol, Leon, and myself here. They should be checking in sometime in the morning,” Theo informed her, as the sound of papers rustle in the background.

“I’m sure those two are going to have a little too much fun together but I don’t care. I’ll be in late tomorrow morning to catch up on paperwork and give you an extra set of eyes to go over leads and such,” Blix noted with a chuckle.

“Alright, I’ll see ya tomorrow boss,” Theo replied cheerfully.

Blix said her goodbyes, before hanging up. She sighed softly, before laying back to stare at her ceiling. She slowly fell asleep moments later.

A few days had passed, and work had kept her busy. She was in her office, signing off some reports when Steve knocked on her doorframe.

“Hey…. You wanna come with us to catch Escobar? We think we know where he’s at, we just need to pinpoint his location,” Steve asked her his eyes bright and filled with hope.

Blix jumped up, snatching her bulletproof vest, and her gun. She tossed her hair up into a messy bun, hat and sunglasses following. She made sure she had extra ammo clips and her knife, before joining Steve at the door.

“Hell yeah. Let’s go,” Blix answered him with determination.

Steve smiled brightly and led her outside to where Search Bloc was waiting. CIA was on standby to help try and triangulate his location.

Blix and Steve hopped into a car, Blix slipped on a jacket, buttoning it up to hide her vest. They arrived in the neighborhood that they believed Escobar was hiding out in. After an hour of waiting, searching and listening, it almost seemed hopeless. Until Colonel Martinez’s son got something. The sound of Escobar…talking to his wife.

Steve and Blix hopped out, casually walking down the street, looking around with sharp eyes. Martinez drove by slowly trying to find the location using both the telephone signal and his eyes looking at every window and door.

Martinez had gotten two blocks away when he radioed them saying he spotted Escobar. Between the two of them and Colonel Martinez, they all moved quickly to the rundown apartment that Martinez had seen him.

They tried to be swift and quiet, but someone inside had spotted them, and began to shoot. It was a frenzy of bullets and shouting, but eventually they had gotten into the apartment, chasing after Escobar and the sicario that was with him. Blix wasn’t quite sure how, but they had wound up the roofs, everyone trying to get to Escobar as quickly as possible.

The man with Escobar turned to shoot at Steve and Blix fired several rounds, stopping him before he could fire one shot. Steve ran forward, trying to get a clear shot of Escobar. Blix stopped by the man she shot, kicking the gun in his hand out of it and down aways from him. Blix then ran to catch up to the guys.

Several gunshots sounded off as she jumped down to a lower roof. She took in the sight before her. Escobar was lying down on roof, with several gunshot wounds, dead. Steve, Colonel Martinez and another Search Bloc soldier were surrounding him. Blix moved over, staring at the sight in disbelief.

“Stevie boy… I don’t mean to alarm you…but I think you guys defeated the Medellin cartel,” Blix teased him, nudging him softly.

Steve chuckled, running a hand over his face. The other soldiers, whooped and cheered as the realization hit them. Blix stepped back and allowed them to have their victory cheer and photo. Blix slipped away once she was sure she was no longer needed.

She made her way back home to Cali. As she stepped in, she looked at Pacho who was sitting on his couch with the brothers and Chepe. Pacho looked over at her and gave her a questioning look.

She practically skipped over to him, kissing him soundly.

“THIERRY! DIEGO! ONE OF YALL BREAK OUT THE GOOD ALCOHOL!” Blix called out as she pulled away, twirling slightly.

“What are we celebrating my dear?” Pacho asked her, shaking his head at her goofy behavior.

Blix simply turned the TV on, changing it to the news where they were reporting that Pablo Escobar had been killed. That his reign of terror had finally ended.

All four men either stared at the screen with wide eyes or slack jaws. Pacho stood up, moving over to her. He suddenly lifted her up, swing her around with a shout.

Blix laughed at him, holding onto him tightly as everyone around them broke out into cheers and laughs.

They spent the next hour celebrating with everyone. Blix was quietly drinking her glass of bourbon when she looked over at Pacho, who was staring at her fondly. She smiled at him, before looking around for a moment. Everyone was about 10 shots of tequila deep with no end in sight. Blix sets her drink down, before going over to Pacho. She takes his hand, pulling him up out his seat, and leading away from the celebration.

The two of them slowly made their way upstairs to his bedroom. Upon entering it, she turned and looked at Pacho, biting her bottom lip slightly. She quietly stripped in front of him, until she was bare, walking backwards to the bed.

Pacho enjoyed the small show she gave him, his eyes darkening as more of her was revealed. He was less deliberate in taking off his clothes, his movements somewhat rushed. He stood in front of her once his clothes were off as well.

“On the bed princess,” He gently commanded her.

She crawled onto the bed looking at him softly

He waited till she was settled before moving to hover over her. He pressed several kisses to her lips, each one longer than the last. Her hands buried themselves into his hair, as his hands explored her body. She sighed softly as his hands brushed against her nipples, gently tugging at both. Pacho slowly moved down, kissing her chest, nipping at her breasts occasionally.

Pacho continued his journey settling down between her thighs, his finger running up and down her slit. She shivered slightly as he continued to tease her with feather soft touches. After a moment his tongue joined the teasing,

“Pacho. You’re killing me here handsome. Stop teasing me please,” Blix softly begged.

He chuckled at her whine, before he ran his tongue more firmly against her, slipping a finger inside her as well. His tongue played with her clit for a moment before he pulled his face away, letting his fingers do more of the work. Another finger joined the first one as his thumb ran over her clit several times.

Blix could feel the tension building in her body as she got closer and closer to her climax. However, before she could reach it, Pacho pulled his hand away. Blix groaned in frustration as her high fell away.

Blix looked down at Pacho, watching the smirk grow on his face as he slid one of her legs over his shoulder before slipping his length into her. She moaned loudly at the feel of him filling her up. She felt him press a kiss or two to her leg as it fell away from his shoulder to wrap around his waist alongside her other leg. He readjusted himself so he was resting on top of her, his hands lacing with both of hers as he slid them above her head.

His thrusts were slow and deep, once again teasing her like he had done before. However, his movements picked up speed and soon enough the both of them were moaning each other’s names. Blix leaned up to kiss him deeply, wanting to feel his lips on hers.

The two of them got lost in each other, neither of them wanting the night to end. Come morning, the real work was to begin…. Along with more trouble brewing than they ever imagined…

#pacho herrera #pacho x oc #narcos

[shadow-assassin-blix]

A Picture is a Poem Without Words

Chapter 16

A/n: its been a hectic few weeks, I had planned for this to come out sooner but life uhhh got in the way. But here she be.  Warnings: mentions of a panic attack/hyperventilating, minor character(s) death, The subplot thickens Next chapter is going to be the party scene and ooh... it gonna be dramatic.

“Speak” ‘Thoughts’ and “Spanish”

Taglist:  @yungkvte  @mcrmarvelloki  @realm-of-azrael and @shootingthroughthesky0905  @mikeisthricedeceased ​

The next few weeks after Escobar’s demise was a whirlwind. The secret deal between Cali and the American Embassy was solidified. The Cali get six months of uninterrupted production and sale of cocaine, and in return turn themselves in for a small amount of jail time.

Blix was currently going through reports that Cynthia & Robbie had been sending before they strangely loss contact with them five days ago. Blix was trying to find any clues to see if they had discovered something they shouldn’t have or were trying to speak in code. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary and yet the radio silence was so sudden it was causing concerns.

She was finishing up the last report when her phone went off.

“Hello?” She answered with a small sigh.

“Hello my love. How are you doing?” Came Pacho’s voice in response.

A smile crept onto her face, before she spoke, “I am well. Tired and concerned, but I am okay. What do you need handsome?”

“Gilberto…has a strange request. Do you happen to know where we could get some subtle recording devices?” Pacho asked.

“I know of such equipment and can very easily grab some. Why do we need them is my current question?” Blix inquired, suspicion lacing her voice.

“There are a couple of our members…who… we suspect will not be okay with our deal and will want to betray us. We want the recordings to prove our suspicions. They are high ranking members, which is why we are trying to do this low key, without alarming them or anyone else. We want the devices planted the night of the party when we announce the deal,” Pacho explained to her.

“Alright. How many do we need? And who’s going to be planting them because it can’t be me. I don’t need anyone suspecting me just because of my occupation,” Blix noted as she closed the file she had been working on.

“Four please. You should know… the Salvador’s are among this group. I want you to be seen front & centered, by my side or near the brothers or Chepe. I don’t think they’ve quite recovered from you putting them in their place and I don’t want you to wind up alone with them nearby,” Pacho explained further. “I know you can take care of yourself and can handle anything thrown your way, but I would like it if you would just keep yourself safe. I don’t want to take any unnecessary risks at the party.”

Blix was silent for a moment, considering his words.

“I will try and make sure I am with those we trust, and not be alone too often. I cannot guarantee that honey, you can’t keep me safe from everything,” Blix spoke softly.

“I’ll accept that,” Pacho replied. “So, how goes your search for your two missing underlings? Any progress?”

“No. Nothing so far. I am trying to not worry, but it’s not like them to go silent like this without warning. I don’t really know what to do. I’m not about to send more of my team out to try and find them. I don’t wanna risk their safety. However, I also don’t want to just sit here and twiddle my thumbs. I don’t know…” Blix rambled slightly, running a hand through her hair.

“You sound stressed. Come home, and I’ll help you relax,” Pacho suggested in a low tone.

Blix giggled softly at his tone, before responding, “Okay. I’ll be home in a bit.”

Blix placed her files in her cabinets, before walking toward the elevators. As she passed the DEA offices she overheard an intern say that Javier would be returning in the next week or so. Blix winced slightly at the thought of his return, mostly due to the fact that it meant she had to be extra careful to not get on his radar. Though part of her also knew that he would try to have the conversation they’ve been avoiding about what they are to each other.

Blix sighed, shaking her head, as she stepped out of headquarters. Before she went home, she made a stop at one of her hideouts, where she kept surplus equipment. She grabbed four recorders, and blank tapes moving through the large penthouse with ease. No one knew about this place, not even the Cali.

She looked over at one of the walls by chance and stopped short. There were a couple of framed photos on the wall, but the one that caught her eye was the one in the center. It was a photo of her, Horacio, and Javier. They had done a training exercise that day, and Javier had pushed her into a large pool of mud. While the two of them laughed, she had gotten up and threw mud at them in retaliation.  

The three of them wound up absolutely disgusting and a lieutenant took a photo of the three of them. She smiled softly at the photo, glancing at another photo next to it, that featured her and Javier dancing.

She softly bit her lip at the memories that surrounded this photo and shook her head. ‘We had our chance. No point in dwelling.’

After that thought, Blix simply picked up the equipment she came for and left the apartment before she got lost in memories that would only cause her pain.

She got home about 30 minutes later, laying out the recorders on the table for Salcedo to take. She walked upstairs to find Pacho and Diego in the large jacuzzi tub, bubbles everywhere.

“Is this what you meant by relaxing?” Blix teased him as she took in the sight.

“Partly, yes. Get your cute butt in here and find out what else I have in store,” Pacho tempted her with a smirk.

She shook her head, walking away instead with a smile. She stepped into the bedroom, wanting to take a moment and remove her makeup, and change into comfier clothes. She had changed into a pair of cotton shorts and an Aerosmith t-shirt when one of the guards walked in holding a phone.

He quietly stated it was for Pacho, before handing it to her. Blix nodded in response, before taking it to him.

Pacho answered, chilling in the bubbles with no care in the world. Diego got up out of the tub for a moment, strutting over to a table that had mixed drinks and a glass of bourbon. He handed her the glass, before setting the mixed drinks on the marble counter that surrounded the tub. Blix took a small sip, vaguely listening to Pacho speak.

Blix sets the drink down, to spend a moment idly playing with the bubbles, as she sat on the edge of the tub. It was as she did this that Pacho finished his call and looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes that she did not notice.

She moved to stand back up, but as she did, Pacho made his move. He grabbed her around the waist, dragging her into the tub with a laugh.

Blix screamed slightly, not expecting it. She closed her eyes, wrinkling her nose, as the water soaked through her clothes.

She opened her eyes after a moment, playfully glaring at Pacho, who leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

“So glad you could join us,” Pacho teased her, with a smirk.

“Jerk,” Blix said with a shake of her head, dragging her now wet clothes off of her body.

She wrung the clothes out before tossing them into the laundry basket that was near the door. Pacho pulled her towards him once she was nude, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She rolled her eyes as she noticed Diego was snickering on the opposite side of the tub. She splashed some water his way with her hand in retaliation.

Pacho pressed a couple of kisses to her shoulders and neck, humming softly.

“You are far too tense my shark. You are supposed to be relaxing, remember?” Pacho murmured against her skin after a moment.

Blix sighed heavily, trying to relax, but worries prevented her.

“I can hear you thinking. I know you are concerned about your coworkers, but there is nothing you can do at this point. Stressing out over things that you cannot control is not good for you. They’ll turn up. Besides didn’t you say the other day, that the ambassador would send out a team in Peru to check on them?” At her soft nod, he continued. “Let the ambassador worry about them for now. Focus on your team that is here.”

“…Okay,” Blix said quietly.

Diego looked at her softly, with a head tilt, before biting back a smile as he threw a handful of bubbles at Blix. She blinked rapidly at the tickling situation that was on her, wiping the bubbles away with a look of confusion. As she realized what happened, she gave him an ‘oh really’ look before she scooped up a handful and threw it into his face in retaliation.

“Oh, it’s on sweetness,” Diego declared, preparing to toss some more at her.

“That is my cue to leave, I think,” Pacho said as he tried to escape the tub.

Blix and Diego shared a look, nodding at each other, before they aimed their ammo at Pacho making sure to get bubbles all over his face and hair. The two of them made sure he couldn’t escape by sitting on either side of him.

“You know, I think he would look very attractive with a bubble beard, what do you think Diego?” Blix asked with a chuckle.

“I agree, Blix. Do we want it to be Santa Clause styled or goatee styled?” Diego asked trying not to laugh as Pacho rolled his eyes.

“Children. I’m surrounded by children,” He grumbled softly, shaking his head.

Blix pressed a kiss to his cheek in response. Pacho turned his head to her, wanting to kiss her on the lips; the both of them ignoring the tickling sensation against their faces that was created from the bubbles. He pulled away to give Diego a similar kiss before Diego stepped out saying he needed to get ready for something.

Pacho kissed Blix again, passion growing as he cupped her face with his hands. The kiss lasted several minutes, the two of them getting lost in one another.

When they finally pulled away from one another, Blix smiled softly at him, before resting her head against his shoulder. Pacho gently ran his hand up and down her back, in a soothing manner.

“I heard Javier will be returning soon,” Blix mentioned after a moment of silence.

“Oh? Is that so? Is that why you’re so troubled, sweetheart?” Pacho questioned, looking down at her.

“Partially. I know that when he returns, it means he’ll have his eyes set on you and the others. I don’t know what worries me more… Him wanting to talk about our previous relationship and rekindling it, or him finding out about us. I… I don’t know… I don’t know what to do…” Blix blabbered slightly, biting her lip harshly.

“Well. First question is: do you want to rekindle things with him?” Pacho asked somewhat curtly.

She was silent for a moment before answering, “If you had asked me that when our relationship first began… I probably would’ve said yes. Now… you’re all I want. Complications and all.”

Pacho smirked at that, “Then I hope you know, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you off his radar. I will keep you safe.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. But I chose this, I will accept whatever consequences that will follow. Well…that is if he figures out I’m working with y’all,” Blix stated looking him in the eyes.

Pacho leaned down again to press a firm kiss to her lips, “Let’s move this elsewhere, yeah?”

The two of them got out of the tub, drying off haphazardly, before moving to his bedroom to enjoy some alone time.

Pacho’s POV

Pacho looked down at Blix’s sleeping form, pressing a soft kiss to her exposed back, pulling the sheets up to cover her more.

He stood from the bed, tossing on a pair of boxers, before heading downstairs to see Gilberto waiting.

“Hello Pacho, what’s going on?” Gilberto asked, wondering why Pacho called him a little while ago.

“Well. Our Lady came through with the recording devices. Salcedo has prepped them for our little mission. She also mentioned our old friend from the DEA is returning to Cali,” Pacho informed him.

“Good. And that’s to be expected, we will deal with him as needed. Though you could’ve told me all of this over the phone. Why did you call me here?” Gilberto inquired, looking at him curiously.

“Blix. Though she is prepared for any consequences if he finds out about us, I would rather she not pay the price for being in a relationship with me. We did technically blackmail her into this life. I want to ensure that the DEA never touches her. Or finds out about her,” Pacho explained after a moment.

“Is this because you want to protect her from being arrested or is it to protect her from her ex-lover?” Gilberto chuckled when Pacho rolled his eyes and looked away at his questions. “There’s not many things you fear but losing someone you care about is one of them. Is there a part of you that’s worried she’ll go back to him?”

“No. She has expressed that she doesn’t miss being with him anymore. That she’s moved on. I just.. I want her safe. No matter what,” Pacho said firmly.

“You know she’s not one to be coddled. She’ll catch onto it quickly and will fight back. Her loyalty to you is strong, she will protect you fiercely,” Gilberto reasoned with him.

“No. No she doesn’t. If only she would be like other women and would be okay with sitting back,” Pacho shook his head.

“You wouldn’t love her if she was,” Gilberto countered, slapping his shoulder playfully.

Pacho chuckled at that “Touché.”

Gilberto looked at him, noting he didn’t deny what he said. Gilberto shook his head, smiling.

“Pacho. That woman may have not wanted to be a part of this in the beginning, but that was then. Now, you would have to knock her out, tie her up, or something extreme to stop her from being involved. Especially if it means protecting you. Face it my boy, you’re stuck with her,” Gilberto teased Pacho.

Pacho smirked slightly at that. Gilberto had a point. They passed the point of no return. Whatever happens next, they’ll face it together.

Blix’s POV

Blix had woken up when she felt the bed move. After a moment, she lifted herself up onto her elbow to look around. Pacho was nowhere in sight which she thought was a bit strange.

She quietly stood up, grabbing one of the robes that was left for them after their bath but were never used. Blix crept down the hall, when she heard Gilberto’s voice, trying to figure out why he was here. Blix stood near the end of the hall and listened to the conversation that was occurring.

Blix tiptoed back to the room, pretending she got up to go to the bathroom, and standing in there for a moment. Blix looked at her reflection, scrutinizing herself.

‘I’m not the same person I was a year ago. Javi. He’s still a friend but any feelings I had for him died long ago. Maybe even before he drunkenly called me that night to tell me his regrets. Pacho is it for me. The brothers were right, the further I got into this relationship, the less of a federal agent I became. Something’s gotta change. What? I’m not sure. But I need it.’ She thought to herself.

Blix eventually walked out of the bathroom, tossing the robe into a basket. She crawled back into bed as Pacho returned.

“Did I wake you my love?” Pacho asked as he rejoined her under the covers.

Blix shook her head, even though that wasn’t the truth.

Blix gently wrapped herself around him as he got settled, resting her head on his chest.

“The next 6 months are definitely going to be interesting, but I’m glad to have you by my side through it all,” Pacho whispered to her.

“No place I’d rather be,” Blix whispered back.

She fell asleep to the soothing sound of his heartbeat.

The next morning she woke up still in Pacho’s arms. She checked the clock on the nightstand and saw it was about around the time she usually got up for work. 6:01am.

She kissed his chest, before sliding out of his arms. Or rather she tried to. The moment she started to shift, Pacho’s arms tightened around her, pinning her to him.

Blix snickered a bit, as she looked up at him, noticing he had one eye opened.

“Always sneaking off so early in the morning. One of these days, I would enjoy waking up before you,” Pacho rasped, running his hands up and down her body.

“One day that might actually happen,” Blix murmured back, pressing a kiss to his lips, before standing up from the bed.

Pacho watched her get dressed in silence, admiring her.

“Stop.” Came Blix’s voice as she looked over her shoulder.

He gave her a questioning look.

“I can feel your eyes undressing me, stop it. I can’t be late to work,” Blix scolded him lightly as she finished putting her clothes on.

She stepped into the bathroom and completed her morning routine before moving out of the bedroom, blowing a kiss to Pacho.

Blix made her way into HQ about 30mins later, strolling leisurely. There was only a handful of agents in the building currently. She simply smiled and waved at those she passed by as she made her way to the FBI’s wing.

Blix paused at the entrance to the offices, her nose crinkling in disgust. A foul smell was emanating from the doorway. She slowly opened the door, noting briefly that the lock was busted.

Blix hesitantly turned the light on, hoping it wasn’t what she was thinking.

The light flickers on and she blinks rapidly trying to adjust to the light. She noticed what was wrong immediately. In the middle of the room, were the dead bodies of Cynthia and Robbie, posed in chairs.

It took Blix a moment to process what she was seeing before a scream of horror left her. Several coworkers suddenly appeared around her, one of them pulling her out of the office. She suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe and began hyperventilating.

Blix vaguely noticed Theo appear and was trying to talk to her.

“Blix, Blix. You gotta calm down babe. C’mon, focus on me,” Theo tried to help.

“Move,” came a familiar voice.

Javier took Theo’s place and led her away from the distressing scene.

He sat her in a chair, “Hey, eyes on me beautiful.” He waited for her to look at him before continuing, “Remember what Carrillo taught you? The whole ‘imagine you’re in the ocean’ thing.”

Blix vaguely recalled what he spoke of. Carrillo had told her to hold her breath and pretend you were swimming toward the shore as a way to help her control her breathing. Her breath eventually slowed down, and the world felt more in focused.

Blix wiped at her face, feeling sweat and tears.

Several shaky breaths later she was able to say, “I’m better.”

She glanced at Javier and asked with a sniffle, “When did you get back?”

“This morning. Guess it’s a good thing I did. The ambassador is on his way in, and the crime lab techs are already here. We will get this figured out I promise,” Javier kept his voice even and spoke calmly.

When the ambassador arrived, Javier led her into his office.

Words were being said, and not one of them did she hear. Until finally they were just calling her name.

Blix blinked, looking up at the two of them, “What?”

“You.. didn’t hear any of that did you?” Javier asked looking at her with concern.

She shook her head, “Sorry.”

“We were saying that an investigation is being opened as we speak, but you and your team are not to get involved,” Crosby demanded.

“You won’t have to worry about that sir… I resign,” Blix said suddenly her voice cracking. “I’ll write up an official letter later. However, I am… I am done. I’m going to go… to go home now.”

Blix stood at that moment, taking off her badge and service weapon setting them on the table before she marched to the elevator. The doors were closing when Javier suddenly appeared, making them reopen and then close again.

“What the hell was that?” Javier demanded.

“Exactly what I said it was. I am done with this job. I am done with losing people,” Blix spoke somewhat hoarsely.

“No one said this job was going to be easy. You are a federal agent, and a damn good one. Are you really going to throw this all away!?” Javier’s voice was raised.

“Your opinion was not asked for. This is my decision,” Blix stepped out of the elevator making her way to the exit.

“Blix. Blix! Stop walking away from me. Talk to me, what the hell is happening right now? You love this job,” Javier changed tactics. “What about the rest of your team? They suffered a loss too.”

Blix paused briefly, “They don’t need me. And I did love this job. Not anymore. Now stop following me.”

Blix got into her car and drove off. She drove around a bit making sure she wasn’t being followed before going home.

Blix dragged her feet in… the weight of the morning hitting her hard.

“Blix? My shark why are you back already?” Pacho asked cheerfully at first before he fully took her in. “Blix. What happened?”

Her vision blurred with tears, as Pacho stood before her. Her legs felt shaky, and she fell to her knees. He followed her and gently pulled her into his arms, taking a seat. She shakily explained to him what happened.

Pacho listened to her, running his hand through her hair, soothingly.

“Let it out. Let it out sweetie,” Pacho told her once she finished.

At his words, Blix felt herself sob into his arms, grasping at him tightly. He held her firmly to his chest, allowing her to let out all of her emotions. Once her tears began to decrease, he shifted a bit, so he could stand up with her in his arms.

He carried her upstairs to their bedroom, and gently laid her onto the bed. He stepped back, planning to go get her a cool rag, and some water, but was stopped by Blix grabbing his sleeve.

“Don’t go,” Blix whispered, pain in her voice.

“I’m coming back, okay? I’m just going to get a cool washcloth, I’ll be back before you know it,” Pacho spoke to her softly, taking her hand, pressing a kiss to it.

Blix nodded once, sniffling softly. A moment later Pacho returned, a white cloth in his hand. He took a seat next to her on the bed, and began to gently run the soothing cold, wet cloth over her face.

The coolness of the cloth felt amazing against her heated skin, and he rested the cloth over her eyes. She could feel him unbutton her pants and shirt, helping her undress. She shoved the clothes off, undoing her bra after, simply wearing her underwear and tank top.

Pacho pulled the covers over her and stayed by her side until she eventually fell asleep.

Pacho left her to get a cup of water for her. Gilberto and Miguel arrived for their meeting, smiling brightly.

Their smiles dropped as they took in Pacho’s expression.

“What happened?” Miguel asked looking around seeing everyone looking mildly upset.

Pacho took a deep breath before explaining, “In short? Someone killed Blix’s coworkers that had gone missing and displayed them in her office. She then resigned from the FBI. She’s a wreck right now. Diego, can you please make sure she has a glass of water for her and some Tylenol waiting for her when she wakes?”

Diego nodded his head, immediately turning to the kitchen to do just that.

Gilberto took a seat on the couch, and wondered, “These were the two that went to Peru correct?”

Pacho nodded, “Yes, obviously they got themselves into something they shouldn’t have and paid the price for it. What concerns me is how were they able to get into their HQ, and bust a lock, all while dragging two bodies with no one stopping them? There’s security there. Blix has fallen asleep at her desk many times, and the guards would come check on her. Where were they last night?”

“You are thinking possibly inside job? Or that someone was working with them?” Miguel proposed taking a seat himself.

“Something doesn’t add up is what I am saying,” Pacho clarified rubbing a hand over his face. “I need to go change shirts. Excuse me.”

He went back upstairs, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. He got to the doorway and paused to look over Blix.

‘No one messes with my queen without consequences. I will find out who did this my shark, I promise you that.’

With that thought he switched shirts, made his way back downstairs and thought up a plan of action to find the culprits putting it into action when the brothers left. No one can hide from the Cali. No one.

#pacho herrera #pacho x oc #narcos