#ALSO THE WHOLE POLITA THING

[teddyreblogslotf]

lotf instagram fucking sucks booooooo

[mammonsvulva]

Hi there! I just discovered your page and i loved the bachata headcannon!

On that same line, can you do a female latina headcannon? Like, more specifically, Colombian, you know, an MC that's like normally fluent in english but when mad she just burst on angry spanish screaming session with latin curses and a strong accent and also just getting really mad if deemed as Mexican by default? I'd love that! Thank youuuu (also feel free to ignored this if it's not of your fancy)

I hope you have a great day!

Of course! I really hope you like it! :)

(I tried to incorporate things some of my relatives say as Colombians please don’t hate me🥲)

The Brothers + Datables and a Latina MC with Colombian Habits

Lucifer❤️

Lucifer has always been amused by the boldness MC portrayed, that is until Mammon pissed her off

MC actually f*cking explodes, calling Mammon “culicagao” (like a bratty kid) and a bunch of profanities out of rage

Actually leaves Lucifer surprised, who could she hate so much that she’d put a curse on them?

Is actually kind of scared to speak up after she went silent, kinda just stares at her like “what the fuck do I do”

“I’ve told Mammon A THOUSAND TIMES. IM NOT F*CKING MEXICAN”

(Oooohh Mammons gonna get his ASS WHOOPED)

“MAAAAAAMMMMOOOOONNN????”

Mammon💛

Could learn a thing or two from MC, had some strong clap backs

Is counting his money when OUT OF NOWHERE MC just starts incanting a literal curse

Literally has his quaking in his boots dude, like he’s genuinely terrified

He can’t keep up with anything she’s saying and feels like his time to die has come

Doesn’t say A WORD when she calms down, jumps when she starts apologizing for reacting like that

“W-w-what happened? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )”

“I LOST 10 GRAND IN BLACK JACK! ITS FUCKING RIGGED!”

Is genuinely more cautious for a while, kind of traumatized him

Mammon thought it’d be a great Idea to take her to meet one of his witches, MC already didn’t like her but listen to this

First thing the witch said was “Aren’t you that Mexican transfer student or whatever?”

(‘Oooh Ms. Girl you fucked up’)

Leviathan💙

Wishes he could have MCs confidence, ‘how does she respond like that 0•0’

He’s reading Manga while MC just lost on the same level for the 5th time

Accidentally shifts to his demon for he got so scared

Has to whip his tail up and grab the controller before she could slam it, genuinely terrified for his well being

Once she calms down she goes to give him a hug, to help with her frustration

*PANICS* “I-I can h-help you with that level, if y-you want..”

MC watches as he beats it with ease and heaves a sigh of relief, literally such a stupid game

Gets just as offended as MC when somebody said “I went to Mexico on vacation once, what was it like growing up there?”

Will let her handle it and he’ll be her Moral Support <3

Satan💚

Loved that MC was always ready, he was like that too being the Avatar of Wrath

Is genuinely amused when MC burst out swearing because she got a bad grade, he actually thought it was hilarious

Thinks of like a game to keep up with everything she’s shouting, makes her more upset

“What the fuck are you laughing at juemadre de la-“

“You’re Hot when you’re mad, Did you know that?”

Makes her go silent immediately, why is he like this, making people wanna act up on DIAVOLO

When they’re BOTH mad at something it’s like a f*cking BOMB RAID bro

They both just keep adding more, even when Satans speaking a Demon Dialect and MC is speaking Spanish LMAOO

When an arrogant soul decides to purposely mislabel MC as Mexican, the fool needs to count his seconds with MC and Satan both getting on his ass

Asmodeus💞

Has always liked the spunk MC had, it entertained him to watch her bicker with his brothers

Surprised, but not happy AT ALL with the fact that MC could blow up like that

Gets on MC for lashing out, “MC! THIS IS TERRIBLE FOR YOUR SKIN, DO YOU WANT WRINKLES?”

Gets MC to tell him what made her loose her cool like that

“That stupid b*tch from class posted saying “That Mexican transfer student isn’t pretty enough to be this annoying”

Almost explodes as bad as MC did

“MS. GIRL SHE SAID WHAT? Lemme hop on Devilgram and end her career real quick💖”

Devilgram post- Asmodeus 19:34: “Aw sweetie, Not everybody can be as gorgeous as MC and muah, but don’t go trying to drag her in the dirt with you. Filthy🥱”

No mercy on the haters💔

Beelzebub🧡

Like Asmo, found it entertaining to see MC bicker with his brothers every now and then

MC just couldn’t keep calm anymore when she messed up the recipe she was working on AGAIN

Beel becomes more concerned than scared, ‘Is she ok? :(‘

Gets up to hug MC, hoping it’ll help calm her down a bit

She explains that she kept ruining the dessert no matter how hard she tried

“MC, it’s ok to do it wrong, because it helps you learn how to do it right :)”

She’s tried again, except this time with Beel to help her :)

Gets upset when someone defaults MC as Mexican, knowing how much she hates it

He may be a teddy bear but man don’t f*ck with his Chef

Belphegor💜

Thought MC was amusing with the way she made sure everyone knew she wouldn’t take any BS

MC just happened to stub her toe while Belphie was sleeping, and now he’s awake, and heated

“What the f*ck happened?”

Is actually more concerned than upset, she wouldn’t lash out like that for no reason

When MC explains that a picture of her in the RAD Catalog still ended up being there even though she made it clear she was against it

“Oh, MC- you look good in every photo, I wouldn’t be upset about it”

Assures her it’s not a big deal and then invites her to come take a nap with him

Will mean mug the f*ck out of anyone who assumes MC is Mexican, because he finds extremely disrespectful (as it is)

Might commit homicide if they keep saying Mexican but I ain’t no snitch

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Diavolo♥️

At first took MC as disrespectful, but learned it was only when she felt she was being disrespected (then by all means, go off)

Surprisingly, Diavolo speaks Spanish, but he still kind of struggles to keep up

He’s just laughing the whole time too, like MC isn’t furious

Later, MC calmly explains just some random student pissed her off again

“Who is this student you say? Do I need to have a chat with them as the Demon Lord of The Devildom? :)?”

Dia actually admires how passionate MC is about her home country, agrees that it’s disrespectful to mislabel someone

Because he can, Dia starts to learn about Colombian culture and throwing parties just for MC

Starts saying shit like “politas pa la rumba!” (I’ll buy beers for everyone¿) just to sound cool to MC

Barbatos💟

Barb doesn’t understand how someone could be so beautiful but so hostile sometimes, overall doesn’t really mind though

Is surprised that such things could conde from MC, kind of chuckles thinking about it

He figured he should try and step in to calm the situation

“Is there anything I can do to ease you, MC?”

It ended up being that Diavolo was completely ignoring her and brushing her aside when he never did that with Solomon

Asks if she’d like him to talk to Dia about it, since he may approach it better than she will

Barb will quietly correct anybody who believes her to be Mexican, just so MC won’t have to deal with their arrogance herself

Takes his free time and makes dishes from Colombia, or Colombian themed cookies or cupcakes to make MC happy :)

Simeon🤍

Is trying to teach MC better ways to respond to idiots, more Angelic ways

When MC blows up for the first time in front of him, the literal shock she sent him into omfg

*GASP* “MC?! WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH VILE THINGS?”

Like, HELLOOO? SHE DARES TO SAY SUCH THINGS IN AN ANGELS PRESENCE?

Helps to calm her down after showing distaste for her words

“You’re lips are to beautiful to speak such sinful things”

Will go on to give MC a long but kind lecture about why exploding like that is bad for her Aura and whatever

Will politely make it known that someone was wrong for assuming MC is Mexican, does get a bit irritated though

He now goes up to MC when she’s getting upset, to remind her to breathe and comfort her with a deep hug :)

“See? It’s ok MC~ just breathe in and out for me, ok? :)”

Solomon⚛️

Will piss MC off on purpose just to see her pop off, he LOVES it

Literally her #1 cheerleader when she blows up, adding on to what she’s upset about

“Period MC” “No way she said that! What a fugly b*tch” ���Right, she’s just a hater”

Hypes her up all the time, even when she’s obviously in the wrong

Sol needs ALL the tea, pulls up like “who we talking shit about?”

Will get on someone’s ass just because, now think about when someone mislabels MC😳💥

Gives MC a sense of pride hearing him say “Cagué” when he messes up a potion, he obviously picked that up from her

Luke⛅️

Gets kinda (really) scared when MC becomes a little aggressive

Actually bursts out crying because he was scared MC was mas at him

MC traumatized this kid so bad, he ran to Simeon like he was getting chased be some demons

“M-m-mom is really m-mad and *sobs* I’m s-scared *sobs more*”

MC IMMEDIATELY feels super bad because she scared away his soul

Simeon, having talked to her about it already, mouthed “Apologize now.” In a very not polite manner, kinda scaring MC too🚫🧢

Has MC apologizing PROFUSELY, trying to explain it wasn’t Luke’s fault

Once he calms down, they go to bake cookies like usual, except this time he’s sniffing the whole time :( 💔

I really hope this fit what you asked for :( </3

[mrsdaredevil]

San Sebastián (Mattelektra)

Matt pulled his jacket a little tighter around him as he felt the cold breeze against his skin. The sun had set long ago, and the autumn chill was just about bearable at this point. Still, the body leaning into him, back against his chest, head on his shoulder, was keeping him just warm enough to be comfortable. He started stroking the soft black hair that fell down his chest, unconsciously inhaling that familiar scent that had become his whole world. It was funny, he'd always thought underneath the expensive perfumes and beauty products she smelled like wild seas and foreign lands, and now here he was, with her, far from home in a foreign land, stretched out in the sand by the sea, and the whole world seemed to smell of her. He felt her shiver against him. “It's getting cold,” he said. “A little. But it's worth it. San Sebastian is so much more beautiful at night,” she answered in the calm but heartfelt tone she reserved for moments like this. Moments with him.

“I'll take your word for it.” He knew she could hear the smile in his voice. “Come on, Matthew. I'm sure you have a pretty good idea what it looks like.” “I do, but I'm guessing hundreds of buzzing lights along a promenade make for a more impressive sight than, well, a pleasing sound.” “Oh, nevermind the lights. You can hear the ocean so much better when the city has gone to sleep, it's the most beautiful sound. I could listen to it for hours.” Matt could tell she'd closed her eyes now and was just enjoying the sounds of the waves, caressing the sand, breaking against stone, gently rocking the ships on the other side of the beach. His mouth quirked up in a little smile as he let himself share this moment with her. Then, after a little hesitation, he spoke up. “Itsasoa da polita gauean.”* She looked up at him in amused surprise. “Well, well. Someone's been doing their homework. Are you learning Basque now?” He smiled gently, with just a hint of pride showing. “Well, I already speak Spanish, and since we're here I thought I might as well have a go at Basque. I like a challenge.” he shrugged as his smile grew a little more smug. They stayed silent for a little while, listening to the gentle movement of the waves. Then, suddenly, she started singing. It was an incredibly soft sound, light and airy, barely a whisper blending with the breeze. He remembered how she used to sing to him, a long time ago in college, when they went out dancing to expensive jazz clubs and she’d lean on him to softly whisper blues melodies in his ear, the sound of her delicate chanson française in bed late at night when he couldn’t sleep, the silly, playful nursery rhymes in various languages when she was in a good mood and thought no-one could hear -- except, of course, he always could. He remembered how he'd get lost in the sound of her voice, no matter where they were, how he could focus only on her and drown out everything else. But it had been so long, and she'd been in so much pain, he didn't think he'd hear that sound again. And here it was. He tried to make out the words, but he wasn't familiar enough with the language to understand more than a few here and there. When she finally stopped, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Elektra, that was... that was beautiful. That was Basque too, right?” “Mmh-hm.” “You never told me you could speak it. When did you learn?” “I learned many languages growing up. You're not the only one who enjoys a challenge.”

Her smile was taunting, but Matt could feel something else, something like a deep air of serenity surrounding her. It had been long time since he'd felt her so relaxed, so at peace with herself and with the world.

It had taken so long for her to come back, to step away from the void, the bloodthirsty black hole that tried to devour her when they pulled her back from the dead, far worse than the darkness that had been within her before. But she made that decision, to come back to him. He'd felt the battle within her, tried to help her, guide her, comfort her. He did his best, but he knew very well that he's seen only the surface of her ordeal. And after all these months of struggle, fleeing from the last disciples of the Hand, hiding from the world as their bodies healed, away from home, away from danger and bad memories, her soul had healed as well, by his side, by the sea. Quietly, he thanked God for this miracle, for bringing her back to him, for making her whole again, for this chance to hold her next to his heart and stroke her hair and hear her breathe and sing in peace. “So, this song you were singing. What does it say?” She paused for a moment before answering. “I love our land when it's covered in fog, when it won't let me see what it's hiding, because then I can start to see what's really hidden, the wondrous sights that light up within me.” Matt could feel a knot forming on his throat. “That's... really beautiful. Thank you.” “Well, it's not like I wrote it Matthew.” He could hear the smile in her voice, her tone light and playful, but Matt didn't smile back. He couldn't. He felt something twisting in his gut. He didn't understand what it was at first, but it came to him, slowly. Covered in fog. Foggy. He made a focused effort to keep his breathing even, as he had done countless times since they left New York, conscientiously suppressing the rising anxiety in his gut and locking it deep down like every time before.

This time, though, Elektra was too close to him, and she'd felt his body tense up underneath hers.

“Matthew, what's wrong?”

“Is there something wrong?” He ways trying to bluff his way out of it with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. There was no way she’d buy it, and he knew it, so she didn't respond, just turned a little so her face was next to his, looking up at him, gentle but firm.

“It's... it's nothing, really.” He was taking his time to find the words. Elektra waited patiently, her gaze fixed on his conflicted expression. “It's... well, you know I haven’t been away from home for so long before. Actually, I've never been away from home at all.”

She’d seen that look before. Not often, but every now and then, she’d catch him sitting quietly in a corner, with a mixed expression of longing and confusion, looking so lost. He looked very young then, and it was the only time when she didn’t really know what to do or say  to make it easier for him. She was usually able to distract him, but it wasn’t a solution, it was only delaying the inevitable.

“It's just... I'm not used to this, you know. I know I promised you once I would run away with you, but this... this is not how I wanted to do it.”

He paused to take a deep breath. There was more to it. She’d been waiting for this for a while now, even though she didn’t want to admit it, all the things she knew were going through his head and his heart but still neither of them really wanted to hear.

When he finally spoke, his voice was broken.

“They all... they all think I'm dead, Elektra. I know... this way is safer, it's better for them, and for us. But I just... I can't help it. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the way things were, and at the same time, I know…” He breathed deeply, and he sounded so tormented it sent shivers down her spine “I know I can never go back, and I know it wasn't easy then either, but... How could I ever look Foggy or Karen in the eye again and explain to them that I just ran away and let them think I was dead?” Even as he turned his face away, his fingers kept gently brushing down her long hair. His voice was laced with pain and guilt, almost like it was hurting him physically to force the words out, and she could feel his pain echoing in her own chest. Leaving New York had been a practical decision, forced by the situation. After Elektra had pulled them both out of the wreckage and Matt had recuperated enough to travel, she’d taken him away from the city where she knew there were still many people who’d be coming after her. They both needed a place to heal away from danger, so going away in secret to a place she knew well and letting their enemies think them dead was just the most pragmatic solution. But as time went by, it became more and more obvious that for Matt staying here with her was a choice, not a necessity, and so was letting the world think them dead.

When he spoke again, he sounded tired and miserable.

“I know what loss feels like, Elektra. I know that pain too well. What I've done to them... what I'm doing to them... they'd never forgive me. I wouldn't ask them to.” Elektra leaned on him a little more. There was a heavy pause as they both contemplated the situation. When she spoke, her voice was less than a whisper. “You did what you had to, Matthew. It wasn't safe. They would understand.” “Yeah, maybe.” Matt's hand came down around her neck to rest in her shoulder as he pressed his face against her head and inhaled deeply, a gesture that was meant to comfort both of them.

Elektra kept her eyes on the sea. She couldn't make out much in the darkness, the ocean and the night sky melting together in black velvet. She leaned even more against the steady sound of the heartbeat against her back and the warm breath and gentle lips against her hair. She wanted to feel as much as possible, savour it, remember every detail, keep this memory locked forever. She knew, without the shadow of a doubt, how much he loved her. She also knew, even if he didn't, how this was going to end. Because, unlike her, he had something to go back to, a place that felt like home, people to call friends, even family. And sooner or later he would have to go back, and he would leave her behind. She knew it was a matter of time -- she only hoped it would be long enough for her to make her peace with it. She would never, could never push him away, but hopefully, when the time came, she would find the strength to let him go. Maybe.

Gently, she turned around and up to meet his mouth. The kiss was soft and tender in the beginning, no more than a delicate caress carrying the taste of the salty haze around them, but soon it deepened, becoming rougher and more desperate as they both tried to put in it everything that they would never put into words.

*The sea is beautiful at night

My first fic in ages, and my first ever Mattelektra fic! Hope you guys like it, all comments are welcome, let me know what you think. And thank you to the amazing Queen of the Mattelektra ship @fadedtoblue for the beta-reading!

If you wanna know, this is the song Elektra is singing in the original Basque: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cl-XULpqa4Q