#Angel de la Paz

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Healing Light - Angel de la Paz/Brooke

A/N: Day 8 Part 1 for @augustofwhump

“I… rejected the apology…” Brooke’s voice shakes and Angel moves closer slowly, taking in the look on Brooke’s face, her touch soft on the other woman’s cheek. The fact Brooke came to her, over anyone else, gives her a little hope that this is fixable. “How did it feel? Cutting the tie… giving her a rejection?” “I don’t know… I’ve never had a rejected apology before… what if I hurt her?” “Not what I asked, Brooke…” Brooke sighs, shaking her head. “I don’t… I don’t know.” She’s quiet, for a moment, then… “It felt… right, somehow?” “Then you did the right thing…” It's quiet, after the reassurance, then, finally Brooke sighs. “Can I… stay?” “Of course you can stay.”

[angeles-y-demonios-terrenales]

Suelta, porque el tiempo sigue avanzando y es tu decisión, cuánto tiempo desperdicias sujetando cosas que no te hacen bien.

Alejandro Jiménez.

Sinestesia

[notyourfavoritestolenrecord]

[comunidadanamcara]

Te AYUDARAN muy Rápido los ÁNGELES De La PAZ │TIENES Que CONOCERLOS  🔥RAYO ORO RUBI + DECRETO YO SOY  ► COMUNIDAD ANAM CARA

ESTO ES PARA TI, SEGURAMENTE NO SABES CUANTO TE PUEDEN AYUDAR LOS ÁNGELES DE LA PAZ Y EN CUANTAS SITUACIONES DIFÍCILES TE HAN DE SALVAR ! MIRA ESTE VIDEO ES PARA TI. FINALIZAMOS CON UNA GRAN INVOCACIÓN PODEROSA ORACIÓN - ESTAS LISTO? ESTÁS LISTA ?

✴️  Estos ángeles pertenecen al rayo metafísico oro rubi, es el rayo de Lady Nada y donde se encuentra el ARCÁNGEL URIEL el cual es el director de todos éstos seres de luz angelicales. La fuerza y poder del rayo ayudan a que los ángeles se manifiesten en tu vida. Es momento que te comuniques con los ángeles y recibir su ayuda.✴️

[cher-rei]

pablo gavi smau [ P.G ]

summary: a documentation of your life as the messi family's adoptive daughter leading up to a surprise relationship reveal

masterlist

notes: posting this like this isn't based on my gavi fic that's in planning... the oc's name is sofía btw (translated spanish!!)

fía.pérez

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fía.pérez la vida en este momento con mi chica favorita 💌 (life at the moment with my favourite girl) [tagged: aurorapaezg]

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aurorapaezg 😘 [liked by fía.pérez]

pablogavi dejar a mi hermana en paz desafío: ir (leave my sister alone challenge: go)

→ fía.pérez deja de ser celoso desafío: ve (stop being jealous challenge: go)

user guys I just saw two pretty best friends...

user when are gavi and sofía not arguing though, like can we be fr 😭

user they make it so easy to ship them and I'm so here for it

user it's over once when see antonela or messi in the comments 😔

fía.pérez

liked by anotenelarocuzzo and 1 172 111 others

fía.pérez ciro + fía = <3

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antonelarocuzzo mis bebés ❤️‍🩹 (my babies) [liked by fía.paréz)

leomessi mateo dijo que está mejor 😭 (mateo said that he's better)

→ fía.pérez en sus sueños 🙄 (in his dreams)

pablogavi ¿Y por qué no me invitaron??? (and why wasn't I invited???)

→ fía.pérez bueno, tal vez si hubieras respondido a mi llamada habrías (well maybe if you answered my calls you would've)

pedri los amantes se pelean (lovers quarrel)

→ fía.pérez sal de mis comentarios ahora mismo... (get out of my comments right now)

pablogavi @pedri me das asco. (you disgust me.)

pablogavi

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pablogavi exponiendo mi angel 🤭 (exposing my angel) [tagged: fía.pérez]

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fía.pérez estás muerto gavira. (you're dead gavira) [liked by pablogavi]

pedri ¿¿subtítulo?? (caption??)

ferrantorres ¿¿tu que?? (your what??)

user excuse me 😃

user HELP?? SOFT LAUNCH??

fía.pérez

liked by leomessi and 1 223 311 others

fía.pérez él realmente está aquí firmando las camisetas de todos mientras yo estoy allí 😒 (he's really out there signing everyone's shirt while I'm right there) [tagged: pablogavi]

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pablogavi puedes tener el mío en su lugar 😉 (you can have mine instead)

→ fía.pérez preferiría morir ☺️ (i'd rather die)

pedri los odio tanto a ambos (I hate you both so much) [liked by fía.pérez]

user I don't even know if I'm delusional anymore

→ user girl I'm just here for the vibes, they're too cute to leave

fía.pérez

liked by pablogavi and 1 722 111 others

fía.pérez el chico en la pantalla es algo lindo 👀 (the guy on the screen is kind of cute)

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aurorapaezg estás bromeando ¿no? (you're joking right?) [liked by fía.pérez]

pablogavi conozco a alguien que es al menos diez veces más lindo (I know someone who's at least ten times cuter)

→ fía.pérez ¿ah, de verdad? (oh really?) [liked by pablogavi]

ferminlopez @pedri hermano, ven aquí (bro get over here)

user we're getting closer!!!

user am I supposed to be screaming or crying rn??

pablogavi

liked by fía.pérez and 891 199 499 others

pablogavi mi vista favorita 👀❤️‍🩹 (my favourite view) [tagged: fía.pérez]

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fía.pérez he visto mejores de cerca (I've seen better upclose)

→ pablogavi imposible mi amor (impossible, my love)

pedri ¿puedo finalmente dormir en paz ahora? (can I finally sleep in peace now?)

→ pablogavi nunca (never)

ferminlopez ¡¡vamos!! (let's gooo!!) [liked by pablogavi)

user screaming, crying, throwing up

user YESSSS!! I'M CONVULSING

fía.pérez

liked by leomessi and 2 321 112 others

fía.pérez mi niño bonito ❤️ (my pretty boy) [tagged: pablogavi)

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pablogavi ¡¡no es justo!! no puedes llamarme tu chico bonito tan casualmente (that's not fair!! you can't call me your pretty boy so casually)

→ fía.pérez por supuesto que puedo (of course I can)

antonelarocuzzo te tomo bastante tiempo (took you long enough)

→ fía.pérez fue un proceso ¿vale? 😭 (it was a process okay?)

pedri yo todavía te odio (I still hate you)

→ pablogavi nada nuevo (nothing new)

user is this what heaven feels like?

[looooochie]

𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 + 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 | héctor fort

summary: hector fell for his friend's sister.

pairing: hector fort x guiu! reader

y/n your average teenage girl, her life was pretty boring, but there's one part about about it that wasn't boring.

Yeah, she was the younger sister of Marc Guiu. Yes. Marc Guiu Paz.

For some reason, whenever she was seen at the Estadi Olímpic, they always thought of Hector Fort.

Well, if anything, she and Hector were completely DIFFERENT.

You might think, Hector is into the type of girls who wear black, wear short dresses, makeup, yeah.

But, this is how Y/N's style is.

She liked the color pink, liked wearing pants most of the time. Liked Melanie Martinez, liked drawing, and vice versa.

But she was actually Hector's type.

Marc invited his teammates/friends over and everytime this happened, he asked her not to go in his room.

Well, let's see what happens now.

y/n's pov:

I SAT ON my bed, kicking around because my phone was dead, and I wasn't allowed to go in Marc's room.

But as you already know, I wanted to feel like a rebel, and sneak in there. I rolled on the floor, slithering like a snake out of my room and heading to Marc's.

Luckily, the door was slightly open so I could get in there. Without being noticed, actually.

From what I could see, Marc and his friends, were sitting on his bed.

Marc was the one playing the game and one wad sitting on his gaming chair, and the other was sitting on the floor.

I slither on the carpet amd get ready to scare my brother. God, I was gonna get him so good.

I popped up from behind him, practically jumpscaring him, and put my hands on his shoulders.

"BOO!" I say, as Marc gently screamed at dropped the controller, which paused the game.

He stopped for a few seconds before turning to me, looking pissed and he crossed his arms.

"Hermana, ¿no te dije que no entraras en mi habitación cuando mis amigas están cerca? (Sis, did I not tell you not to come in my room when my friends are around?)" he said, still pretty upset.

"Oh, entonces así será, ¿eh? ¿No puedo entrar a la habitación de mi hermano sin su permiso? Sí claro. (Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh? I can't go in my brother's room without his permission? Yeah, right.)" I responded, putting an arm on his shoulder.

"Aquí hay algunas palabras simples. No entres a mi habitación cuando mis amigos estén aquí. (Here are a few simple words. Don't come into my room when my friends are here.)" Marc replied, slapping my hand off his shoulder.

"Ah, bueno, adiós entonces. (Oh well, bye then.)" I shrugged, and went on my way to my room again.

"Esperar! (Wait!)"

I look back to see Hector, it looked like he tried to get my attention.

"¿Quieres jugar videojuegos con nosotros? (Do you wanna play video games with us?)" Hector asked me, he then scooted up a little on Marc's bed and motioned for me to sit next to him.

Marc had his mouth open in shock. I smile and go to sit next to Hector, then Marc looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"Sólo tienes suerte porque Héctor está aquí. Nunca más volverás a sentarte en mi cama. (You're only lucky because Hector is here. You're never going to sit on my bed again.)" he said, glaring at me.

I simply ignored it, and began playing video games with Lamine, Pau, Hector and Marc.

2nd person's pov:

EVER SINCE THAT day, Hector somehow always managed to convince Marc to let him hang out with you. And you slowly started to develop feelings for Hector, it was a slow process.

I mean, who wouldn't fall in love with him?

He's got the face of a practical angel, brown hair, dark eyes, what else?

You were watching all of Melanie Martinez's music videos, on repeat to be precise. Then you got a text for Hector.

(DA HECK-)

Ey

y/n

sí?

meet me at the park

por qué?

come on, just do it

fine

You ran to the park to see Hector sitting there. You waved at him and he waved back at you and you ran towards him, and laid on the grass with him.

"So, what was so important?" you asked, sitting up on the grass.

"Uh y/n.. I have to tell you something." he replied, taking both your hands, and cupping them together.

You blushed, not having a clue what was happening.

"Look, I've been meaning to tell you this for a really long time. I'm sorry if it's too sudden but, I.. like you Y/N. You don't have to like me back if you don't I understa-" you cut him off by hugging him tightly and then cupping his cheeks.

"Yo también te amo, Héctor." you replied, and began kissing him gently.

You ran your fingers through his hair and his arms around your waist. This felt magical, amazing, good, the list is endless.

Hector and you pull apart, blushing madly.

"If you're wondering 'What am I gonna tell Marc' Don't worry amor, I'll tell him so you won't have to." Hector said.

"Gracias." you reply, and pull him into another hug.

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tagging: @hectorth <3

[3ultimoslatidos]

Tu alimentas mi alma y mi paz y motivas mi morbo y locura.

Sabes ser angel que me cuida y me brinda cariño y tambien demonio que sacia mis deseos insitandome a la lujuria, haciéndome pecar con el roce de piel con piel entre locura y pasión...

[lizveroworlds-blog]

Aún guardo el sabor de la pasión en el beso de mis labios

que sin mesura probaron de tu ser

esa savia madura que a mi cordura enloquece.

En cada rincón de mi piel vive el fuego ardiente

que desgrana el instinto brutal de tu ego que se ensaña con mi cuerpo.

Perforas en mi vientre una y otra vez fecundando mi deseo de permanecer siempre perteneciéndote.

Es tu aliento induciendo al mío a vibrar tan alto,

en el silencio donde convergen nuestros sueños de hacer realidad estas fantasías, que tenemos.

Entrega que se vuelve repentinamente adicción, no basta un encuentro para dejar en paz el alma,

abrumador es el sentimiento que se empeña continuamente en que seamos uno siempre.

Pd. Un vivaz encuentro que nos arrastra.

Angel Liz

CorazóndeÁngel

Instinto

[garbinge]

Opening Up (3)

Angel Reyes x OC Isabeth ‘Izzy’ Flores 30 Day Fic Challenge (20/30)

Word Count: 3.2k A/N: Sorry I missed uploading two days! I've been in a bit of a mental rut and just haven't opened my laptop but back at it with the rest of these 30 day fics :)

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angst. Trauma. Bad Thoughts. Series Finale Spoilers. Mentions of blood, violence, abuse, assault, murder. Arguments. Heavy topics discussed.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie @kmc1989 Continuation from Wanderlust (1) and Library Day Care (2)

Despite the summer months being well and over, the sun hadn’t really gotten that memo. The coastal heat in La Paz was still just as brutal in October as it was in June. Angel spent most of his day outside in that heat, but he didn’t mind the slightest. This job brought him everything he needed. Besides the paycheck, the job gave him a place to live on premise. A modest two bedroom cottage that although could have been toured in less than a minute due to it’s size, was exactly what the two Reyes boys needed. Maverick wasn’t exactly in the market for a huge room being only 2 and with the extra cash Angel was bringing in and using to spoil his young son, it would have soothed the desire anyways. It was much better than the house he had been renting before, and now he only paid a fraction of that, only having to shell out for the utilities, not the space itself. The location of the ranch overall felt like he was in his own planet, so far away from the world he used to be in. It was peaceful, it was beautiful, it was honestly everything he could ask for, but it didn’t stop the memories from sneaking their way in. As he’d work in the field, throwing seeds or harvesting things, his mind would suddenly start to sneak away from the task at hand. At first it’d be peaceful, thinking of Maverick, how his day at the library was going, how big he’d been getting. Then it’d move to dinner, what he planned to make or pick up, then it’d quickly go from there to the kitchen in his childhood home, where he’d remember his mother cooking for them, talking to them about the steps she’d take to make the perfect meal, he’d see himself, as a kid, at that kitchen table watching his mother intently, then see his brother, not far off from Maverick’s age on the seat across from him. It’d be almost instantly where the scene of stabbing the knife into his gut flashed in his mind, which would follow by the gurney with his father being brought out, and his mother on the floor of the carniceria. He’d try and shake the thought, bring himself back to the nature surrounding him and his list of tasks. When it’d be time to move onto the livestock pastures, or repairs, he’d be relieved. Those two tasks tended to keep his mind off his thoughts, it’s why he’d always jump at the mention of them.

As he’d head down to his truck to drop Maverick off at daycare, he’d always stop into the main office to get his list first. The de Valle family had welcomed the Reyes boys with open arms. The matriarch of the family, Paulina, always mentioned how her and her mother would gladly watch the boy if ever needed while Senor de Valle himself even mentioned bringing him to the few school field trips that would come to see the farm. They’d often ask him down to dinner on the weekends, and sometimes he’d oblige and join the family and other farm employees. 

Currently he should have been picking up today’s list and making his way down to his truck with Maverick to drop him off at daycare but, today was a little different. Angel had already woken up early to get started on a few things that were always better to get done before the sun was up. With Maverick asleep, and a baby monitor on full blast at his hip, doing the work in the few fields in his backyard was his way of getting a jump start on his day. Until the thoughts got the best of him and time became nonexistent. Angel stood practically frozen as he remembered the blood all over the floor, it became like a wallpaper in his brain, EZ’s voice echoed in his head. “Tell your boy about me. Tell him about mom.” It was then that the bloodied wallpaper in his head turned to a different one, one with more memories tied to of him as a boy. The shop, where he practically grew up, ruined by one instance. He couldn’t help but to worry that what his mind was, ruined by the instances that he could blame no one but himself for. Selfish worry quickly turned outwards as he thought about his own kin, how would he grow up, would he be ruined by the memories of his past, the memories his father gives him? It was then that the crying from the baby monitor pulled Angel back to the weeding he was currently doing. As he came more to it, he saw the sun rather high and it was at that moment, he realized, he was late. 

Quickly he ran back to his cottage, mere feet away and went to the bedroom where Maverick had woken up rather crankily. “It’s okay, shh, it’s okay, daddy’s here.” Angel quickly bounced the boy up and down in his arms before moving to get him changed and ready for the day. His eyes constantly glanced at the clock now as the minutes passed and the later he became. 

His normal entrance into the library of holding Maverick’s hands and lifting him a couple inches off the ground was not possible in this moment, he replaced it with a quick pace so he could get to the children’s section quicker. 

“You’re late.” A familiar voice spoke up without even looking at Angel. Izzy was heads down into some paperwork at the children’s circulation desk, the sign in sheet still sitting on the counter but looking almost full. 

“I know, I’m sorry, I got–” Angel stopped as he realized what prevented him from being on time. “I lost track of time.” He moved Maverick to one arm as he quickly put his information on the sign up sheet. 

“You know, I pass the ranch on my way into work. We could pick Maverick up for you. Even drop him off.” She still wasn’t looking at him, her focus was on the stuff in front of her as she moved a few stacks of papers around and continued writing things down. 

“I couldn’t ask that.” He shook his head, adjusting Maverick in his grip. 

She smiled at that, “Good thing you didn’t ask.” 

“Izzy.” He said as his head fell to the side begging for her to be serious for a moment. 

That made her look up and almost widen her eyes as she took in the sight of him. He had dirt everywhere, his shirt, his face, his arms, and his eyes looked tired and tormented all at once. 

It was instinctual to ask immediately if he was okay or what happened, but she bit her tongue and just stepped out from behind the desk to take the young boy into her arms. 

“I live in La Huerta, right of 286. I pass El Ranchitos everyday, it’d be no issue to add 5 minutes to my commute to pick Maverick up and drop him off.” Her voice was sincere but serious too. 

Angel clearly didn’t know what to say, so Izzy just kept talking. “Look, you don’t have to make the decision right now, I’ll bring him home tonight and you can let me know then. I’m happy to do it.” 

Angel just nodded, still stuck in whatever frozen state his body was in but just when Izzy was about to ask him if he was okay to drive he was quickly planting a kiss to Maverick’s head and moving right back the way he came in. 

____

Izzy pulled up to the ranch to see Angel waiting at the entrance, leaning on his truck. He pointed to where she should park and jogged over to her driver’s door and opened it for her. 

“What service they have here at El Ranchitos.” She joked as she stepped out of the two decade old Xterra. 

“It’s what they hired me for, welcoming service.” Angel joked back and looked over the car. “Nice ride.” 

“Thanks, it was my dad’s.” She hung off the door frame of the car as she looked at it. “Been through a lot but I keep her as up to date on repairs as I can.” 

Angel peaked in through the open door to see both kids in the backseat and waved. Maverick kicked his feet and giggled, waving back quickly at his dad and then pointing to the girl next to him and saying her name a few times. “Abrielle, Abrielle, Abrielle!” 

Angel let out a chuckle. “You guys have time for a quick tour of the farm?” He turned to ask Izzy. 

“Yea, don’t see why not.” She shrugged and closed the door before opening the back seats to get the kids out. 

“You can let ‘em roam. Maverick kind of knows where to and where not to go, Abrielle will stick close to him anyways.” He said as they began the trek up the dirt road. 

Angel showed them the livestock barns, the open grazing fields, showing the kids horses, goats, and cows. He let them sneak into the garden, and made each one of them promise to not say anything because Senora De Valle took her greenhouse very seriously. And after that, he picked a couple strawberries for the kids as well as Izzy. They ended their tour at the general store, which was closed but Angel had a key. 

“Figured, you could grab whatever you wanted for dinner.” Angel lifted his hands up and pointed around the store. “My treat, as a thank you for today.” 

“I thought that’s what the tour was for.” Izzy was already looking around at what she wanted to grab for dinner for her and her daughter. 

Angel just laughed and shook his head, grabbing his own food and then placing a hundred dollar bill near the cash register, which Tatiana, the store manager would have known was Angel’s doing. 

“We can eat up at my place, it’s a two minute walk from here.” Angel pointed up the hill.

Izzy nodded, giving her young daughter a piece of food to hold and eat as she trekked up the hill. 

“Holy shit.” Izzy mumbled under breath as she reached the top of the hill to see Angel’s small cottage, more open fields, and the most beautiful sky as the sun began to set. 

“Ain’t bad, right?” Angel laughed before nodding his head so the woman would follow into the home. 

It wasn’t long until the kids were passed out on the couch, the remnants of their different dinners all over the bar counter where Izzy was currently sitting sipping the last of her soda while Angel leaned up against the back counter of his kitchen, the fridge directly to his right, and the living further out to his right. 

“You want a drink?” Angel used his foot to kick open the fridge, and leaned forward slightly to look in at what he had. “Have beer, wine, water…” He began to name off. 

“Cerveza, por favor.” She spoke so fluently it took Angel by surprise hearing it, he was so used to talking to her in English. 

He grabbed one for himself and pointed to the sliding door connected to the living room. “Sit outside?” He asked, already walking over. 

Izzy followed him, still in awe of the view he had here. 

“It’s pretty amazing isn’t it?” He plopped down on one of the lawn chairs that sat on the small patio deck. “Hard to believe this is my life sometimes.” 

“I get that feeling.” Izzy was nodding as she slowly moved down to sit in the chair and looked out across the field. 

“I’m sorry about this morning.” Angel brought the beer just shy of his lips before he apologized and then quickly brought it to his mouth right after to stop any other words from coming out. 

“You think anymore about my offer?” As hard as it was to not look at how beautiful the sky was, Izzy pried her eyes away to look at Angel. 

“Feel like all I ever do is think.” Unlike her, Angel couldn’t look over at her, his eyes were still looking out at the field, the very field where everything started this morning. 

“Well maybe you should turn that thinking into talking.” Izzy had a bit of an attitude in her voice, not a harsh one, but more of an obvious one. 

This got Angel’s attention. His head snapped to look at her, a confused frown filling his face, clearly picking up on the tone. 

“All I’m saying is, it’s not good to keep it bottled in. The thoughts. You gotta get them out.” She shrugged, casually bringing her legs up to sit criss crossed in the adirondack chair. 

“And you?” Angel matched the tone she had earlier. “Who do you talk to?” 

“God–sometimes.” She tossed her head back and forth and smiled “Myself.” She nodded so confidently. “I journal.” At those last two words she had pointed her hand with the beer in it like it was a forgotten thought. 

“You tellin’ me I should journal?” His eyebrows were furrowed but also raised. 

“I’m tellin’ you,” she mocked his language before returning to her own, “that you need to do something. Keeping it inside is going to kill you.” 

Angel laughed at that. The idea that now, where he was at in life, his thoughts would be the thing to kill him. Not an enemy, not his club, not the cartel, but his own fucking thoughts. 

“You suggestin’ I talk to you?” His voice had humor in it, it was deflection and Izzy knew it which is why she didn’t give in to it. 

“Doesn’t seem like you have many other options.” She turned her head to sarcastically look around. 

Angel smirked again, deflection still coursing through everything in him. “But you talked to yourself, or God.” He was leaning forward now, his hands resting on his knees, almost as if he was antagonizing the girl. “Oh and your journal.” He pointed to her copying exactly what she did earlier. 

Izzy stood up, finishing the beer in a huge chug before turning around and staring Angel down directly in his eyes. “I did that shit because when I came here, I had no one. It was me and my newborn. So yea, Angel, I made due with what I had.” She broke her eye contact and went back inside, tossing the empty bottle in the recycle bin and moving to grab her daughter from the couch. 

“We’re gonna head home.” She stepped back out onto the patio, her bag on one shoulder, and an asleep child on the other. 

Angel realized he fucked up the minute she was getting up. His head was starting to hurt between the thoughts and what just occurred. And now the headache was filled with regret and stress. 

“Give me a minute, let me just put him in his crib and I’ll walk you to your car.” Angel didn’t let the woman answer, just stepped inside and quickly moved Maverick to his bedroom before meeting Izzy back outside. 

The walk down to the car was silent, only the sounds of the birds and bugs as the night started to settle around them along with the crunches of the dirt below them. As they approached her silver SUV, the sounds escalated to car doors opening and the clicks and snaps of car seats and seatbelts. 

“Hey, look. I’m sorry.” Angel spoke up when Izzy was turning back around from strapping Abrielle in and lightly closing the car door. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Refusing to make eye contact she moved from the back seat to the driver’s door. 

Angel grabbed the door as she opened it, hoping his hand resting on the frame would get her to stop for a minute and look at him. “It’s just hard. I come from a place of not being able to trust anyone, trusting the wrong people, and just keeping a lot internal so it’s just tough for me.” 

Izzy turned around now, her body was inches away from Angel, the tension growing immensely as she stared up into his eyes, trying to fully grasp what he meant and was saying.

“My father was killed by a cartel hit squad, the person that killed him was looking for me, because I was pregnant with his child and planning to run away.” 

It was a sentence that lacked any detail at all, it was simply fact and really only said to make a point. Angel was lost for words, he could tell Izzy had a past, but he hadn’t expected it to be that dark. 

“So when I say I get it, Angel, I get it.” 

It was then Angel realized that she already knew, she knew where Angel came from without him having to say a word. She might not have known the names and the logistics but she could pick out the similarities between them easily.

“I was in an MC–motorcycle club, we had a deal with a cartel–worked for them, it ended bad. Lost my family, everyone except Maverick.” Angel offered up his story, similar to Izzy’s lacking all the detail but just something so she knew he was open to talking to her. 

The silence felt heavy and very apparent to Angel after he spoke up. His thoughts racing a mile a minute, was this the wrong decision, should he not have said anything. But then Izzy cut through that tension. 

“Looks like we have a lot in common.” Her face was still stiff, it was a side of the girl he hadn’t seen but he realized it was likely a part of her that was entirely who she was for a while based on what she told him. 

“If you’re up for it still, I’d love to take you up on what you said, picking Maverick up and dropping him off?” 

“Depends.” Her looked hardened even more. “Are you done?” Angel wasn’t sure what she was asking and apparently his face said that for him because she spoke up again. “Is that part of your life done, Angel? The MC, the cartel?” 

He felt sick thinking about it, all the death, the blood, the loose ends tied up. “It is.” 

“I can’t get involved in that again.” Her face had loosened up from his answer, but she still wanted to make her point clear. 

He nodded and then frowned. “Involved?” 

That’s when a small smirk flashed across her face for a moment when she looked down at the ground but then straightened out when she looked back up at him. “Yea my offer depends on if you plan to actually treat me to a proper dinner on your back patio.”  Angel’s eyebrows raised, a little in shock and the corner of his mouth turned up as he nodded.

“Yea, yea I think we can arrange that.”

[esuemmanuel]

Antes de cerrar los ojos y entregarme a la paz de mis sueños, quiero respirar de su pecho el aroma de la noche; ese perfume que me arrulla y me eleva, que me embriaga y me embelesa, embargándome de tanta gratitud, que elevo la mirada al cielo con una oración en los labios y en cuya invoco a mi ángel proveedor para agradecerle por concederme la bendición de tenerla, de ser suyo, de quererla y de compartir con ella lo que más amo yo: mi soledad.

Before closing my eyes and surrendering to the peace of my dreams, I want to breathe from her breast the aroma of the night; that perfume that lulls me and lifts me up, that intoxicates and enraptures me, filling me with so much gratitude that I raise my eyes to heaven with a prayer on my lips, and in which I invoke my angel provider to thank him for granting me the blessing of having her, of being hers, of loving her and sharing with her what I love the most: my solitude.

[mapsontheweb]

Number of Spanish Missions in California and Baja California by county/municipality

by mexidominicarican8

<div class="md"><p><strong>California:</strong></p> <p>The Spanish missions in California formed a series religious outposts or missions established between 1769 and 1833 in what is now the U.S. state of California. The missions were established by Catholic priests of the Franciscan order to evangelize Indigenous peoples backed by the military force of the Spanish Empire. Civilian settlers and soldiers accompanied missionaries and formed settlements like the Pueblo de Los Ángeles. Indigenous peoples were forced into settlements called reductions, disrupting their traditional way of life and negatively affecting as many as one thousand villages</p> <p><strong>Baja California:</strong></p> <p>The Spanish missions in Baja California were a large number of religious outposts established by Catholic religious orders, the Jesuits, the Franciscans and the Dominicans, between 1683 and 1834 to spread the Christian doctrine among the Indigenous peoples living on the Baja California peninsula. The missions gave Spain a valuable toehold in the frontier land, and introduced European livestock, fruits, vegetables, and industry into the region. Indigenous peoples were severely impacted by the introduction of European diseases such as smallpox and measles and by 1800 their numbers were a fraction of what they had been before the arrival of the Spanish.</p> <p><strong>Mexico:</strong></p> <p>The First Mexican Republic secularized the missions with the Mexican secularization act of 1833, which emancipated indigenous peoples from the missions. Mission lands were largely given to settlers and soldiers, along with a minority of indigenous people. Most of the missions in Baja California were abandoned and are currently in ruins. Cities like Loreto, Mulegé, La Paz, and San José del Cabo were formed near/around Spanish missions</p> <p><strong>USA:</strong></p> <p>Many of these missions were restored in the mid 20th century. They have become a symbol of California, appearing in many movies and television shows, and are an inspiration for Mission Revival architecture. Concerns have been raised by historians and Indigenous peoples of California about the way the mission period in California is taught in educational institutions and memorialized. The oldest European settlements of California were formed around or near Spanish missions, including the four largest: Los Angeles, San Diego, San Jose, and San Francisco.</p> </div>

[tachlys]

Oh, I could be anything you need as long as you don't leave. p.o.v. achlys.

@silencehq

sugestão de música para leitura.

tw: alucinação, flashback ptsd, ansiedade, ataque de pânico, self-harm, menção de tentativa de suicidio materno, menção de vômito.

"But even though you're killing me I, I need you like the air I breathe I need, I need you more than me I need you more than anything Please, please"

Com a noite, parecia que todos os demônios de Achlys vinham à tona. A escuridão, que antes era seu refúgio, agora parecia engoli-lo e rasgá-lo em pedaços tão pequenos que, às vezes, ele sequer sabia quem era. Seus olhos fundos e o olhar sem rumo pareciam ser seu novo eu, e ele odiava aquilo profundamente. Estava sem dormir há quatro dias seguidos; em alguns momentos, sentia que momentaneamente perdia a consciência, mas voltava a si em questão de dois ou três minutos, o suficiente para tentar disfarçar sua completa exaustão. Sua fala lenta e o raciocínio turvo podiam ser confundidos com sua habitual embriaguez, mas na verdade eram apenas sinais de que seu corpo estava à beira do colapso.

Algo em sua cabeça havia mudado. Nem mesmo o álcool conseguia silenciar as vozes dentro de sua mente, aquelas que o perseguiam incessantemente. Ele só precisava de um momento de silêncio, de alguma paz, mesmo que passageira. Mas todas as vezes que suas pálpebras cansadas se fechavam, ele via vividamente os rostos das vidas que havia ceifado, o terror preso neles, que agora parecia estar gravado em seu próprio olhar.

A sensação de ser consumido pela escuridão o deixava à beira do desespero. Antes, a noite era seu aliado, o manto que o escondia e acalmava, mas agora era um abismo que o sugava, tornando seus pensamentos mais sombrios e desesperadores. Ele se encontrava preso em um ciclo interminável de culpa e remorso, incapaz de escapar das lembranças dolorosas que assombravam seus sonhos e atormentavam sua mente desperta. A escuridão que o envolvia era densa e sufocante, e ele se sentia como um náufrago em um mar de desespero, lutando para manter a cabeça acima da superfície. Cada segundo sem dormir, cada momento passado na penumbra de sua mente, era uma luta contra os fantasmas que ele próprio havia criado. E enquanto o mundo continuava a girar, indiferente ao seu sofrimento, Achlys se via cada vez mais perdido, buscando desesperadamente um refúgio que talvez nunca encontrasse.

O Whitlock suava frio, encarando a parede de seu chalé. A agonia em seu peito era tão profunda que ele podia sentir o coração doer, uma dor tão real que o deixava completamente paralisado.

"Achlys?" A voz chamou seu nome, fazendo a cor desaparecer de sua pele. Era como se o ar houvesse sido arrancado de seus pulmões.

"Penny?" O choque era tão grande quanto a dor ao pronunciar o nome que ele não se achava digno de dizer.

Os cabelos louros desgrenhados, com pequenos cachos, davam à filha de Afrodite uma aparência angelical. Penny era seu primeiro amor e sua primeira grande perda. Ele a havia conhecido em seu primeiro dia no acampamento, quase onze anos atrás. Ela lhe mostrara tudo, como funcionava cada coisa. Seus olhos azuis eram doces e cheios de vida, ao menos até o dia em que Achlys acidentalmente ceifara sua vida. Ainda não tinha controle completo sobre suas habilidades mágicas, e talvez numa tentativa de nunca mais cometer tal ato, por alguns anos ele se aplicou aos estudos para ter maestria sobre seu dom. No primeiro ano após a perda de Penny, ele sequer se permitira tocar em alguém, temendo que acidentalmente fosse consumir outra alma.

Finalmente, tomou coragem para olhar para ela, focando toda sua atenção na figura que sabia não ser real. Ele não se atreveu a tocá-la com medo de que se dissipasse. Se aquela ilusão era tudo o que ele teria, ele se agarraria a cada segundo da imagem da pessoa que um dia havia amado.

"Oh, Penny, nunca serei capaz de colocar em palavras o quanto sinto muito." A culpa o consumia vivo. Embora soubesse que ela não era real, a piedade no rosto tão familiar lhe proporcionava algum alívio.

"Eu sei, querido, eu sei." A figura se aproximou de Achlys, que ao tentar se levantar, colapsou de joelhos. Seu corpo parecia tão enfraquecido quanto sua mente. "Seria diferente, Achlys? Se odiaria menos se não houvesse me matado?" A palavra proferida o levou a prantos imediatos. Ele havia ceifado a vida dela, era verdade. Talvez Afrodite tivesse razão em lhe amaldiçoar. Ele merecia uma vida sem amor, pois destruía tudo o que tocava e, mesmo agora, se perguntava o porquê.

"Eu nunca vou saber." Ele balbuciou, cobrindo o rosto com as mãos sentindo uma vergonha esmagadora. Sua próxima memória veio quase duas horas depois. Sabia que era duas horas porque, abruptamente, o relógio que antes marcava duas da manhã agora indicava quase quatro. Aquela era a realidade, não a bagunça de sua mente. Olhou ao redor mas não a encontrou, o fantasma de Penny não estava mais ali. Achlys sentiu o coração pesar antes de disparar. Ótimo, era tudo que precisava: outro infarto. Tentou respirar, mas até aquilo parecia difícil demais. Suas mãos trêmulas pareciam saber o que lhe aguardava. Sua visão se tornava quase um túnel, e paralisado em seu medo, ele se viu fora de seu corpo, não como o homem que era agora, mas como o menino de treze anos que não conseguia entender o que estava acontecendo.

TW: tentativa de suicídio e indução de vômito.

Quase num estado catatônico, Achlys se via na ilusão que se desenrolava diante de seus olhos. Na cena, ele arrastava sua mãe até o banheiro, sabendo que ela havia tomado mais pílulas do que devia, mais do que era seguro. O pré-adolescente chorava freneticamente, tentando acordar a única pessoa que tinha. Sacudia a mulher repetidamente, mas não era o suficiente; ela não conseguia se manter acordada. Aquela fora a primeira vez que ele se sentira em pânico porque não queria estar sozinho.

"Please, mommy, wake up." Não importava o quanto crescesse, sempre se referia à mãe da mesma forma. Molhava o rosto da progenitora, tentando trazê-la de volta, e suplicava ao pai com todo o coração que ele não a levasse. Ele não poderia perdê-la, não agora, não estava pronto. "please mommy, I need you, you can't leave me, mommy please."

Achlys assistia ao próprio tormento, enfiando os dedos na garganta de sua mãe e rezando para todos os deuses que não a deixassem ir. Devia ter percebido naquela manhã que ela não estava bem. Todas as manhãs, ela comia um waffle, mas naquela manhã ela não havia comido nada. Ele devia ter prestado mais atenção, não devia ter saído para brincar, deixá-la sozinha consigo mesma. Agora, isso poderia lhe custar a vida.

FIM TW

O Whitlock sacudiu a cabeça fortemente. "Não… não!" Cerrou os punhos, gritando para o nada. "Não!" Seu coração batia tão forte que o mundo ao seu redor parecia girar, deixando-o completamente desnorteado. A náusea era tão grande que ele não conseguia mais respirar, seu corpo tenso pela guerra que parecia acontecer dentro de sua cabeça. Ele se agarrou à cama, se puxando e se obrigando a ficar de pé. Cambaleante, usou as paredes para se guiar até o banheiro.

TW: self-harm.

A imagem no espelho era deplorável. Após alguns segundos longos de contemplação, o filho de Thanatos não conseguiu evitar desferir um golpe contra a própria imagem. A dor do vidro rasgando sua pele não pareceu ser suficiente, então ele desferiu outros dois golpes. O sacrifício da mão trêmula que agora sangrava pareceu ser o bastante. Só então Achlys se sentiu mais uma vez conectado ao próprio corpo. Anestesiado pela dor física, permitiu-se olhar novamente no espelho, que agora estava em parte tão quebrado quanto o próprio semideus.

FIM TW

Era o bastante; aquilo precisava de um fim ou seria, de fato, o fim dele. Abriu o armário, pegou dois sedativos e os ingeriu. Ele precisava dormir. Pegou sua máquina de cortar cabelo e a passou pela cabeça até finalmente não reconhecer a imagem no espelho. Talvez ali fosse o início de algo novo; os deuses sabiam que ele precisava que fosse.

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

Catalina Angel era la única persona 100% buena en la novela– ya sabemos que en la nocela no hay villanos ni nada, solo personas y todo eso que a los de TikTok hay que explicarles con manzanitas.

pero verdaderamente Catalina fue la única persona 'perfecta' en la novela– fue la única persona que jamás se rió, o siquiera sonrió ante una burla hacia Betty.

todo mundo en algún momento la vio de menos, hizo algún comentario, o incluso si nunca le dijeron nada *sí* se reían de lo que otros decían, eso incluye a *todas* las del cuartel (Inesita y Aura María nunca hicieron comentarios dela fealdad de Betty pero sí se reían de lo que decían las otras cuando Betty recién entró)

Catalina mientras tanto después de conocer a Betty no les dio a Armando o a Mario siquiera la satisfacción de una sonrisa, sólo les cortó el show. Catalina era verdaderamente un ángel, la mejor persona de esa novela 🩷

Holis!

Siii! Genuinamente Catalina, y quizá doña Julia, fueron las únicas buenas 100% en la novela! Cata aceptó a Betty de inmediato, y nunca la juzgó, ni se burlò, menospreció, nada! La escuchó sin juzgar, pero también la regañó cuando se enteró de todo lo que hizo Betty, y más importante que sólo eso, la ayudó a rectificar sus errores. Genuinamente un personaje muy recto y limpio que contrastaba tanto con todos los demás, pero de una manera natural y fresca! Siempre trató a todo el mundo con la misma amabilidad por igual, y era posiblemente la única ejecutiva no superficial y sin un ápice de clasismo. Incluso cuando le hacían groserías a la cara (como cuando los empleados de Ecomoda básicamente le dijeron a la cara que su exposición de arte a la que ella los invitó de a gratis era aburrida...) ella se mantuvo recta y en paz y sana. Me encanta lo amable y alegre que es, y la actriz definitivamente supo transmitir esa vibra de paz y generosidad del personaje. Ya quisiera yo ser así, o tener esas habilidades sociales😂 Genuinamente un ejemplo a seguir!

Todos amamos a Catalina Nuestra Reina Angel❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰

[6iloan4]

"Rusia y México cansados de las charlas y saludos formales, salen al balcón a ver la vista, cada uno en lo suyo; México disfrutando de la paz y el aire, y Rusia observando cada detalle de aquella vista a la ciudad.

Una vista oscura, pero con pequeños toques de brillos provenientes a las luces de los hogares, trabajos, postes de luz y carros que hacian ver a la ciudad aún viva. El más alto ve algo de reojo que le llama la atención, el ángel de la independencia. Cuando voltea, su mirada en vez de enfocarse en aquel monumento, cae en algo que aunque no lo sabia, catalogaría como lo más hermoso de aquella ciudad... México.

Esa si que era una bonita vista..." ♡

Hice un intento del angel de la independencia, lo siento jajsja. Pido perdón a todos los que viven en la ciudad de México 😭

[ultravioletqueen]

I made another demon version of alouqua as promised! I wanted to make her look more demonic than the previous one so I gave her vampire bat characteristics (because of the relationship with Lilith and vampires) apart from giving her other less human characteristics such as grayer skin, bat ears and longer arms than when she is angry They are attached to her wings (like real vampire bats whose wings are attached to their arms), she possesses a sonic scream and becomes stronger by drinking blood.

The lore of this what if is if Lilith had managed to take Alouqua with her to hell, probably being raised as Charlie's older sister, her personality would remain the same and she would refuse to see Lucifer as her father, she is not as resentful towards Lilith as in the original universe but she definitely doesn't like Charlie's redemption project at all, she knows that hell is full of monsters and to survive it you have to become one.

Her relationship with Charlie in this au is relatively better, Alouqua sees Charlie as a girl who she must protect and can give Charlie good advice when she is going through serious problems, but she also infantilizes her for her naivety and is not usually taken seriously the things she says, she thinks the hotel is just a passing interest or a phase that she will get over when she sees how horrible the people of hell are.

After Lilith's disappearance, Alouqua would take her place as queen and this definitely influences her relationship with Charlie, since Alouqua does not want to spend her time on something as impossible as redemption but she gives Charlie resources to let her do her job in peace , she sees Lucifer as a mockery of what should be the king of hell and does not hesitate to make passive aggressive comments about him.

She definitely won the title of "the vampire queen" for her punishments to the sinners that defy her authority and dont respect her,she bassically crush them to the point they are only bloody pulp and then she drinks the blood remains and maybe also uses them to make blood baths(she literally baths in the blood of her enemies).

That's all for now, I honestly prefer Alouqua Angel but the concept of the vampire queen isn't bad either☺️

(Español)

¡Hice otra versión demonio de alouqua como lo prometí! Quise hacerla ver más demoníaca que la anterior así que le di características de murciélago vampiro(por la relación con lilith y los vampiros) aparte de darle otras características menos humanas como una piel más grisácea,orejas de murciélago y brazos más largos que cuando esta enojada se unen a sus alas(como los murciélagos vampiros reales cuyas alas están unidas a sus brazos),ella posee un grito sonico y se hace más fuerte al beber sangre.

El lore de este what if es de si lilith hubiera logrado llevarse a alouqua con ella al infierno,probablemente siendo criada como la hermana mayor de charlie,su personalidad seguirá siendo la misma y se negaría a ver a lucifer como su padre,ella no esta tan resentida con lilith como en el universo original pero definitivamente no le gusta nada el proyecto de redención de charlie, sabe que el infierno está lleno de monstruos y para sobrevivir a el te tienes que convertir en uno.

Su relación con charlie en este au es relativamente mejor,alouqua ve a charlie como una niña a la que debe proteger y es puede darle buenos consejos a charlie cuando está pasando por problemas serios,pero también la infantiliza por su ingenuidad y no suele tomarse en serio las cosas que dice,piensa que el hotel es solo un interés pasajero o una fase que ella va a superar cuando vea lo horrible que es la gente del infierno.

Tras la desaparición de lilith alouqua tomaría su lugar como reina y esto definitivamente influencia su relación con charlie,siendo que alouqua no quiere gastar su tiempo en algo tan imposible como la redención pero le da recursos a charlie para que la deje hacer su trabajo en paz, ella ve a lucifer como una burla a lo que debería ser el rey del infierno y no duda en hacer comentarios pasivo agresivos sobre el.

Ella definitivamente se ganó el título de "la reina vampiro" debido a los castigos que aplica a los pecadores que cuestionan su autoridad y no la respetan,básicamente los aplasta hasta volverlos pulpa sangrienta y bebé la sangre que queda o la usa para baños(ella literalmente se baña en la sangre de sus enemigos).

Eso es todo por ahora,sinceramente prefiero a la alouqua angel pero el concepto de la reina vampiro tampoco está nada mal☺️

[angel-amable]

Nos conocemos hace poco, pero nos parecemos tanto que ya hablamos entre nosotros con toda naturalidad.

[Hildurdo] - En cuanto me fijo en un hombre enseguida sé si me gusta...

[Angel] - ¡¡Conozco la sensación!!

[Hildurdo] - .... inmediatamente empiezo a lanzar la caña, y venga, y venga... hasta que ya veo claramente que no intereso...

[Angel] - ... justamente entonces es cuando el otro empieza: ¡ji ji ja ja! ¡Qué majo que eres!. Pero, entonces, tú pasas como de comer mierda. Haces bien. Lo que quieren no eres tú, es que sigas diciendo cosas bonitas. ¡Qué se compren un loro y dejen a los gay en paz!