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volturiprincess · 3 months ago

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Cheri Cheri Lady

Felix Volturi x fem human reader

Summary: Cherry pie making with the gentle giant Warnings: foul language, a bit of sexual tension, mention of a delusional child, fluff and I think thats it? A/N: This one right here has to be my favorite one, its just cute and I loved working on it, I started it before I left for my trip and wanted to finish it before but I'm glad I didn't because I was enjoying writing this one to much. I always add a bit of myself in my writings, like some of the things I add for dialogue is things I have said or heard or the inspiration to write are things I went through or saw. My biggest inspiration for this one were two things; one I did made a cherry pie a couple of weeks ago and two by the song "Cheri Cheri lady" by Modern Talking. Anyways.....Enjoy💙

Word Count: 2.5k+

(Fuck why is he so fine??? Oh to be approach by him like this😩)

The summer days in Volterra are one of my favorite times of the year, first being winter. I am able to lay out in the sun for hours without the fear of having to run inside for warmth. I could watch the sky that is filled with the fluffiest of clouds and try to spot any recognizable shapes. There was a time I managed to spot a little duckie with my darling of a mate. He spotted a baby on that same day. I don't know if that was a hint or something but it made me blush at his discovery. That day we spent talking about our delusional baby, we decided to have a girl who would have been named Flor. We somehow got into a small argument about how we would react when our ‘daughter’ introduced us to her spouse. I would be warm and welcoming while Felix would be full on cold and distant because ‘no one will ever be enough for my little princess”.

We don't always do that, we like to switch it up once in a while, I noticed lately that Felix likes to do domestic things with me. As of now me and him have our hands interlocked while I lead him into the Volturi’s fruit trees. It’s odd how they have a whole section in their garden just dedicated to fruit trees. They have all kinds there; apples, pears, guava, oranges, plums, and the one i'm currently searching for, cherries. I have been craving cherry pie for a while so I convinced Felix to come with me to pick them out and then we will spend a majority of the day creating this sweet treat. He of course would never question me or even say no, heck he would even let me dye his hair pink if I asked. My sweet loving mate.

We continued our little stroll through the trees, not all of the fruit has bloomed its flowers still linger in the trees. With the small breeze it would weave through the trees, releasing the remaining flowers from its branch and it would land all around me and Felix.

We found the tree we needed, and it was glorious. I haven't had the time to come and witness it in person but Master Caius' endless paintings of the trees were pretty accurate. But there was a small issue, all the branches were a whole foot taller than me, Felix could easily grab but not me for sure. I looked at the mentioned giant who was already looking at me with a smug smirk.

“Is there an issue little rose?”

I pout at his comment because he obviously sees my dilemma.

“Put that pout away doll, now come here”

I walk over to him and I see that he is getting down on his knees. Deciding to joke with him since he bullied me earlier I said to him “Wow there, take me out on a date first at least” I covered my mouth to hold in my laughter but he beat me to it.

“Doll I have pretty much taken you all over Italy at this rate and don't even get me started on our late passionate nights”

I blush at his comment and he gives me his infamous shark like grin. “Now don't make me repeat myself come here”

I hurried to get behind him and he helped me get on to his muscular broad shoulders, that I would so like to munch on if I could. Once I was settled and comfortable enough he rose up to his full height. And I got to say, the weather is nice up here. I feel like I can reach the sky now or I can grab a star like an apple. So this is the tall life that I've been missing out on? It's nice but I like the short life because I can look up at my hunk of a mate and he can look down at me with his cute little smile.

“Earth to my little mate”

“Oh sorry mi vida, the tall life got to me for a minute, what were you saying?”

I giggled in embarrassment thinking he would tease me but he responded with a small chuckle “No worries tesoro , I just asked where do you want to start?”

I quickly scanned the area and spotted a thick branch with the richest looking cherries, they were these dark red, juicy looking orbs. The sunlight was even hitting them like a spotlight, these will be perfect for the pie.

“Those one’s right there”

He held onto my thighs while I held onto my small basket. When he got to the area I was eyeing I started to grab them.

“Here let me hold your basket pitufina”

I handed him the basket to his outstretched hand and paused for a minute at his nickname.

“Did you just call me pitufina?”

“I did”

He didn't even hesitate to answer me either, in a sarcastic voice I answer him “Wow what a darling you are”

“Well it's not like its not true, you're literally sitting on my shoulders because you were to short to reach the cherries”

“Well yeah but I mean your just abnormally tall, and by the way I didnt even know you knew that word”

“Pitufina? Well I needed to do some research and I might of heard it when you were watching ‘Smurfs’ in Spanish the other day”

I started to pick cherries again and continued to talk to him “Mmm but my skin is not blue”

“Well obviously but your short like a smurf”

I love his humor “You know what, Demetri would never hurt my feelings by pointing out my shortness, at least he calls me cara and that's nice compared to pitufina”

“Oh well sweet Demetri is not here to compliment you”

I mumbled as I continued to pick more cherries to fill my basket.

“Your adorable when you mumble, and by the way I can hear everything your saying too so watch that mouth of yours or else”

“Or else what? Gonna ground me or something”

“No its either between a punishment I will enjoy or no Demetri”

I stop picking mid reach “WHAT! Oh that’s just crossing the line, how can you say such a thing, he’s my best friend, we bond over shopping, who’s going to do that with me now?”

“You have Heidi”

“Well yea but how can you take away my sweet Demetri like that, I need both Heidi and Demetri to go shopping”

“Well watch your mouth and there won't be an issue then”

“Fine, man your on fire today with the sass but I love it”

He laughed at my comment “Of course you do”

I eventually, after our bickering, filled my basket with the pretties of cherries I found. Felix set me down gently and he held the basket while I clung to his arm. Oh his arms, how I admire them so much. The way it seems his arms fit perfectly around me, as if his arms were meant to be around me, maybe it’s true because we are mates after all. I swear everytime I see him after training the newborns with Demetri, his arms look more muscular than usual. I don't know if I'm just imagining things but I can guarantee you Felix's arm was not the size of a tree trunk when I first saw him. Or maybe it was, honestly when I saw him all I could focus on was his sweet smile, it was nothing I have ever witnessed, there's no other words to describe it but sweet. Sometimes he will flash me his canines, and I can say they are not fangs, the disappointment I faced when I found out vampires don't actually have fangs. Nevertheless Felix is everything I could ever ask for, I sometimes question myself how I got so fortunate to have someone like him in my life, and to think we have forever.

“Earth again to my little love?”

I blink a couple of times to clear my mind from my endless thoughts on my lovely mate and look up at him with a confused look. Has he been talking to me this whole time since we left the gardens? Wait, how are we in the kitchen already?

“You've been pretty distracted lately doll, what's happening in that pretty little head of yours?”

I chuckled nervously at his observation “I was thinking about you”

“When are you not”

I slap his arm playfully while he laughs at my failed attempt to ‘harm’ him. Cocky son of a bitch, the day when I am turned I will make sure I kick his ass but at the same time I don't think I could actually fight him, it might go a whole other way if I get my hands on him.

“Well you are my lover, want me to think about other people?�� before he could interrupt me I decided to tease him “Maybe I should think about Demetri, I seen he has changed his hairstyle lately, and he looks absolutely gorgeous as always, or I could think about Alec, I noticed he is growing his hair out, I need to witness that version of Alec for my own sake”

I didn't even realize as soon as I was done talking I was pinned against the wall and he was looking down at me with his infamous smirk that I love so much.

“Are we done talking now? Or you want to hit at Master Caius too? Hmmm?” He tilted his head at an angle to toy with me. I gulped nervously which only made his smirk widen more as if that were even possible, it was me versus him, him and I, a prey and a predator, a little lamb and a big bad wolf. We had our gazes glued onto each other, we didn't even look away from each other when Demetri waltz in saying

“Hey guys I don't smell pi- oh damn, pardon my presence” and not even when he ran off screaming for Heidi. Felix finally pulled away and instead of his smirk, he flashed me with his cute smile

“Don't we have a pie to make, little rose?”

I nodded, unable to form words yet from his earlier action and scrambled to get the ingredients for the crust out. He decided to sit on the island to watch me and to be there in case I need his help. He looked adorable sitting there, such a big guy and here he is swinging his feet, watching me with his adorable little smile. Why must he be such a cutie patootie, how can this same vampire be also the executor? Literally right now he looks harmless like a kitten, where is the wolf that was close to devouring me on the spot just minutes ago? And I thought Alec was bipolar, news flash it's Felix.

As I was rolling out the dough I felt a small breeze and then pain in my eye.

“Owww my poor little human eye, Felix you son of a bitch you got flour in my eye, owww”

I dropped the rolling pin and was about to blindly search for the sink when I felt another small breeze and was met once again with relief. I blink a couple of times to be met with intense wine red eyes who had the most playful look. I had my eyes narrowed at him while he laughed wholeheartedly. How can I be mad at him when his laugh is the most contagious laugh I have heard? I smiled slightly which only caused him to laugh more

“There it is” He pulled me into his arms to kiss the top of my head “I'm sorry doll, I didn't mean to get it into your eyes but…”

“But what?”

“What did I say about cursing?”

Shit. I'm done for.

“Um only in the bedroom”

“Exactly, I'll let it slide for now since you were pain but next time I won't”

I nod but continue to snuggle into him, whenever he has his arms wrapped around me like this, I feel so protected and safe. He basically has me in a cocoon, there was one time Alec and Jane didn't realize I was in Felix arms and they started to ask him about some grotesque thing that left me traumatized.

“You need to finish that pie doll come on I will help and no more flour play”

“I better not suffer from flour in eyes again mi vida, that did hurt, my eyes were burning”

“And I said I'm sorry already, at least I stop the pain, no?”

“Well yeah but just don't do it again”

“How bout I do this instead”

I saw him reach around me and he dabbed his finger on the remaining flour on the table and bopped my nose with it. I smiled softly again and returned the act instantly. We both started to giggle at our state until he turned me around so I was facing my unfinished pie.

After 6 hours of baking, it took longer than usual because someone could not keep their hands to themselves, the pie was finished. It smelled amazing and it came out beautiful. Felix is weirdly perfect in doing a weave, I didn't even have to show him how, he even managed to add little rose designs to it (in honor of me).

“I think it's too pretty to eat”

“Well I eat you frequently and I always think your to pretty to eat also”

I blush profoundly at his very vulgar statement, he has such a dirty mouth sometimes. I shy away from him from embarrassment and cover my face to hide my red face.

“Hey now, don't shy away, you never get shy in mentioned acts”

“FELIX!?”

He snorts at my outburst “You cannot deny it little love”

“Still, what if someone hears you”

“Love? Demetri has seen you naked before, even though he vowed to never bring it up to you, he has also heard those cute little noises you make”

I snap my gaze at him and stare at him like a fish out of water, damn no wonder Demetri wiggles his eyebrows at me whenever he sees me in the mornings.

I turn away and look at the pie again and back to him “Is that what you and him talk about then, me?”

“Always”

“Wow, i can't wait to be turned so I can kick yours and Demetris ass, maybe Jane will help me too”

His smile dropped and he clutched his chest and dramatically exclaimed “You would want to see your own mate in pain? I thought you loved me? I thought you couldn't bear to see me in pain?”

“Well with the things you put me though I might need Alec too”

“Damn betrayed by my own love of my life”

I chuckled at his theatrics.

“I love you my dramatic amor”

“I love you too pitufina”

Yes this is the life I can't wait to live for eternity with him, my sweet loving mate who has a secret teddy bear side.

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A little translation:

Amor: Love

Mi vida: My life

Pitufina: a nickname for someone who is short or it actually translate to smurfette

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hausofmamadas · 3 years ago

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OJITOS ANOCHECIDOS | Part 1

✷✷✷ LONGFIC IN PROGRESS ✷✷✷

Pairing: David Barron x Enedina Arellano Felix [aka Dinarrón]

Word count: 2.5K

✷ DISCLAIMER: This is an AU version of Barron, like to the point that mans has essentially become my OC. So, for the purposes of morality/sanity/all that is holy and correct this, we are disregarding Narcos: Mexico - Season 3, episode 8, Last Dance. For details, refer here. Also, gonna say this now: if I have to disclaimer “not condoning/glorifying the real people” aka “i don’t sanction the actions of drug cartels,” you're in the wrong place. Like best take that elsewhere porque ya te lo juro, for civility's sake, we will not be going there my guy. ✷

TWS: kinda aren't any? No sexing or dying ? Mostly Barron moping. Maybe canon-typical violence but i wrote this 100 years ago so can't remember for sure.

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However surprised he was, it was also how he knew she was genuinely in love. She'd never set aside her freedom fro a business arrangement or a publicity stunt. Despite her trademark pragmatism, when it came to love, she refused to settle for anything less than fucking fireworks. *We were fucking fireworks.*

Just hours after Enedina Arellano Felix and mild-mannered, Mexico City lawyer Claudio Vazquez are pronounced husband and wife, David Barron finds himself at their reception regretting everything about taking this job as AFO head of security. It's not the pressure-cooker conditions of being the top sicario for the #1 Mexican drug cartel. It's not bc his own boss, Benjamin Arellano Felix loathes him. It's not even the taxing task of managing sibling dynamics in a family business where the siblings are cutthroat criminals and the family business is Crime. No, it's worse. Much worse. This small-time, Logan Heights pandillero has got it bad. Not at all on his radar when he got to TJ after his last stint in prison, but he's met someone perfect. Vibrant, witty, understands his work, someone who knows what it's like to be an outsider, between worlds just like him. Someone who loves him as much as he loves her. The problem? Just hours before, she walked down the aisle with mild-mannered, Mexico City lawyer, Claudio Vazquez. And none of it was part of the plan.

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Barrón looked grimly out the double doors of the hotel ballroom. He took a big swig of water, then inspected his glass with a mixture of longing and mild disgust. God, what he wouldn’t do, who he wouldn’t kill, for it to be a glass of straight tequila or rum - fuck, he would’ve taken vodka with a chaser of everclear at that point. He had half a mind to ask Pancho to sneak him something from the open bar. But Benjamín would lose his shit if he found him drinking. Cabrón already yelled at him for using a cocktail glass just for club soda.

*Ey, ¿te pago por pistero o para que encargues de la securidad?*

*Es agua mineral.*

*El agua es para los invitados. Pancha, encárgate a tú gente.*

He rolled his eyes. Tú gente. Mín always treated him like he was disposable, an unwanted piece of furniture - the kind that clutters the living room, but you’re too lazy to haul it off to Salvation Army, so out of frustration or boredom, you shuffle it around, kicking it, knocking it, scuffing it up all along the way. If Mín knew how much she meant to him, how comprehensively he belonged to Dina, how gutting this whole godforsaken day had been, he wouldn’t have treated Barrón like some dog shit he tracked in through the front door.

But it was fitting, wasn’t it? Because David Barrón felt like dog shit. If he wasn’t so quiet and reserved by nature, he might’ve melted down catastrophically, like Rayo in the middle of Padre Baiz’s toast, or worse yet, tackled the groom, and pounded the shit out of his handsome, son-of-a-politician, country-club, joker face. He let himself daydream for a moment, lost in the emphatic thunk of his fist making contact with Claudio’s cheekbone, and again with the crest of his orbital socket, with his temple, blood on the fake wood, linoleum panels of the dancefloor, a few satisfying, angry, red specks on the collar of Claudio’s crisp, white dress shirt, Dina’s eyes, like a panicked horse, frantic and furious. He faintly shook his head, shaking the daydream loose with it. No, he could never humiliate Dina that way.

It had only been a few hours since she walked down the aisle. He replayed the soft, lamenting smile she gave him, as she and Mín passed him in the pews, and it split him in half all over again. It was as if to say, yo sé, mi cielito. I’m not sorry you’re here, but I am sorry. Even now, Barrón was still trying to reconcile the deep ache in his chest with the the swell of pride he felt at the first sight of her - regal, radiant, self-possessed, strong … *beautiful.* She never needed the ornate jewelry, hair piled two feet high behind her veil, the opulent, stately dress with the thousand-foot train, to be any of those things though. Truthfully, he preferred regular ole Dina. In fact, he hated the way her relatives gushed about how nice she looked on the way to the church, how they wished she’d get done up more often like this - *deja que veamos lo guapa que eres* - but also how they supposed she didn’t need to anymore since she finally landed a husband. As if she needed one.

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When he first arrived in Tijuana with Pancho, Barrón was struck by Dina, impressed by how she never played by anyone’s rules or did what was expected. It was a quality he’d come to respect and treasure most about her. Regrettably, it was also a quality he knew she’d lose to this marriage, not by hers or even Claudio’s choice but by force of circumstance. You can’t play the dutiful wife of a politician, have babies, renovate your mansion, make hoers d’overs for high society galas, *and* head a major drug cartel faction. Life just didn’t work that way and Dina was practical enough to know that, which is why her engagement to Claudio came as such a shock to everyone, including Barrón. However surprised he was, it was also how he knew she was genuinely in love. She’d never set aside her freedom for a business arrangement or a publicity stunt. Despite her trademark pragmatism, when it came to love, she refused to settle for anything less than fucking fireworks.

*We were fucking fireworks.*

Except, Claudio wasn’t some pocho hood felon from Logan Heights. No, he had money and status and despite the illicit nature of the Arellano organization, they had both of those too. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t come by them honestly. Although, given what he’d seen of the Arellanos’ day-to-day hustle, the work they put in to get where they are, sometimes he felt they came by their status more honestly than the “respectable” Mexico City politicians and Tijuana elites. But that was just it. Claudio afforded the Arellanos respectability, or at least the perception of it, something they’d been chasing since their family relocated from Badiraguato to Tijuana years ago.

But the worst part, the part that he still couldn’t stomach - Claudio was a genuinely nice guy. He had an authentic, quiet charm. He was even-tempered and easy-going. Though not particularly gregarious, not the type to be the life of the party, he also wasn’t quick to anger, wasn’t controlling, and he not only loved Dina, he also respected her deeply. Dina was the kind of person who innately commanded respect but there were few men who could pay it proper, few who could honor her the way she required. There was a time when Barrón believed himself to be the only one who could rise to the occasion; almost comically sickening how wrong he was.

“Que pasa, carnal?” He felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. He turned around, accosted by the sight of Ramón’s fur coat. Barrón smiled, accepting the beer that he hid in pocket of the coat’s inner lining. Thank god por esto pinche obstinado, chifladito and his crazy fashion sense. Watching Món argue with Mín earlier, as he pleaded with him to leave it in the limo before they walked into the cathedral, was the first of few bright spots in an otherwise abysmal day. He smirked thinking about the look on Mín’s face, like he was about to have a seizure. He was so mad.

“You are kidding me con estes pendejadas Ra-món!” It’s always easy to tell Mín is really angry when he pronounces Ramón’s name as two discrete words.

“Ponte vergas, do you know how expensive this shit was? I don’t care, I’m not leaving it in the car.”

Barrón smirked when Panchito rolled his eyes and Mín looked like he wanted to bitch slap all three of them. But Dina, ever the diplomat, “Benjamín, ni vale madre nada, leave it alone. He likes the coat and so do I.” She winked at Món who flashed a wolffish grin back at her. Barrón half-expected him to stick his tongue out at Mín but he didn’t.

And now, Ramón and his coat were 2:2 for the night’s little victories, coming thru with a smuggled bottle of Corona. Still cold too, though he could’ve done without the mink strands stuck to the condensation on the side of the bottle. He must’ve made a face.

“Yeah, my bad, I don’t really know what to do about the shedding,” Ramón laughed.

“Nah man, it’s alright. I appreciate it.” Barrón surveyed the room, trying to clock Mín.

“Ah don’t worry, her royal highness Benjamín is too busy kissing the asses of all these Mexico City high rollers,” he motioned to the crowded ballroom, “to be encabronado with you for drinking a beer.”

Barrón shrugged, unconvinced, “do me a favor, just watch my back real quick.” Món looked puzzled but caught on, positioning himself in front of him, as he popped the lid off the bottle with the bottom of his Bic lighter. He winced at the hissing sound. It was nearly impossible to hear over the band’s PA, but that didn’t stop him from glancing around once more before downing the whole bottle in a few desperate, manic gulps.

“¡A huevo!” Ramón clapped him on the back, and he almost choked as he tore the empty bottle from his lips. “You want another one?” Ramón snapped his fingers at one of the juniors by the bar.

“Nah, nah man, don’t worry about it. I gotta stay sharp, anyway.”

“Pffft why? So, you can be ready for those pendejos to attack?” He bobbed his head in the direction of Guero and Azul’s table. “Everyone who wants us dead is already here, they were half the guest list.” He had a point there.

“All the more reason to stay sharp, no?”

Ramón gave a knowing smirk and nodded his head. “Alright flaco. Now, I remember why Pancho buddied up to you in prison, you don’t fuck around. Guess he was right to bring you to work for us,” with two fingers he did a mini-salute to Barrón, a gesture he couldn’t help but chuckle at, the cheeky bastard.

Barrón put his hand to his heart, feigning offense, “Don’t tell me you’ve doubted me this whole time? *Tsk tsk* cabrón.“

“Well, what was I supposed to think about some gringo from what- wherever the fuck Logan Heights is?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever playboy. You better get back to the party before Mín yells at me for talking too much, or breathing, or whatever.”

“How sweet, you called him Mín. You’re really one of us now,” he bowed jauntily as he walked away, “welcome to the family.”

Now that guy … he’s the life of the party.

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He never expected to like Ramón as much as he did. But Barrón had to give it to him, he knew how to have a good time, and he did it in a way that drew others in without being intrusive. Shit, vato just needed to throw one of those wild, frat boy grins and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Barrón spent a lot of time observing people. Mi ensimismadito Dina used to call him, among other things: lost in thought, cool, aloof. Nothing he didn’t already know. In truth, he watched the world because he was shy, but it’s also what made him so intuitive, an almost prophetic judge of character.

So, the first time he met Ramón at Roxanne’s, he thought he’d sized him up right. He figured Món had it easy, hiding behind his older siblings who did the real work running the business while he ran around Tijuana smoking crack and ruining kids birthday parties, emptying clip after clip of A-K rounds into a clothesline of raw tuna at the park. The loudmouth, huevón baby brother, just another wannabe sicario with all the drug habits and homicidal tendencies of a gangster but not serious enough to get his hands dirty. That is, until Pancho told him about how he “took care” of the whole Chapo-tunnel problem by executing 12 men on site. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d sized somebody up so inaccurately, if ever. And though he’d never let Panchito know it, if he was really honest, that plot twist is probably what made Món his undercover favorite of the family. Well, second favorite.

Incidentally, his second favorite Arellano was the only Arellano who knew who his actual favorite was. Dina claimed she didn’t tell him, that he’d guessed. Perhaps he did, but Barrón always wondered if maybe she let something slip. She might’ve told him outright given that they were so close. God, he was mortified when realized that Ramón was on the up and up. It seemed such a scandal at the time, only to matter so little now.

”Ey morro, I’m goin’ to Roxanne’s, you should come with. I’ll introduce you to this chick I’ve been hooking up with. She’s bringing some friends–,” he whistled, and pantomimed a chef’s kiss “*muah* déjame que te cuente, son buuueen chuladas.”

“Ah shit man, I can’t.” Barrón tried coming up with a credible excuse. “I uh- I told your brother I’d help Dina. You guys are hiring new security personnel and I know some vatos from back home that they’re gonna use. Gotta get ‘em on the ‘payroll.’” Ramón laughed at his air-quotes around payroll.

*Sick, he bought it.*

Just as he was about to leave the kitchen, he heard the fridge close with an emphatic *thunk* and turned around to see Món tossing an apple in the air, sauntering over with a dark grin that screamed “trouble.” He reminded Barrón of that snake from The Jungle Book. Pinche plebe and his cartoons, he’d probably watched that movie ten damn times.

“Man, that’s so weird. I guess I heard Dina wrong earlier when she told me she wasn’t stopping by the club tonight because she had to take our mom to the doctor and then to get her hair done.” He bit down into the apple, the crisp crunch cutting the silence, and stood there chewing and grinning like a loon.

“Right, so I don’t know shit about shit, but have you ever heard of a hair salon that’s open at midnight? TJ is a huge tourist attraction but I don’t think we even have one of those.”

Barrón was silent. He couldn’t decide whether it’d be best to take out his gun and shoot him on the spot or run. Maybe he’d get lucky, and Món would save him the trouble by choking on that stupid apple. He stuck to his signature aloofness which tended to intimidate people enough not to ask follow up questions. But Ramón was a live wire of a person, and he doubted the effect would be as chilling.

Still, he didn’t push the issue. A mouth full of half chewed Granny Smith, he just kept on teasing, “S’weird right? I just don’t know why she would lie though. I wonder if–,” his eyes got wide as he lowered his voice, “shit, maybe she has a secret boyfriend or something. I mean it’s bout time someone made a nena of our lovely Enedina.”

Barrón wore a look of pure ice - liquid nitrogen level cold - as he tried to assess whether or not Ramón was leveling a threat or just taking the piss.

Almost as though he could sense his well-disguised panic, Món gave a buoyant shrug, “Oh well! I’m sure it’s nothing,” and bounded cheerfully out of the kitchen.

That exit sealed the deal. He felt reassured that Món would have the good sense not to say anything to anyone. He just wanted to see him squirm.

*That motherfucker.*

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A huge thank you to everyone in the Narcos/Nmx writers discord/thot congregation for basically being a large group of betas and for always giving me a safe space to share my nerdy borderline psychotic love and enthusiasm for this show. You guys and everyone else in this tiny fandom are the best🥹

#sksksksksksks i would get so much sappier #if i wasn’t worried that spending more time on being sappy would prevent me from actually posting this thing #idk where this came from truly but like the way this couple has captured my imagination #i legit can’t stop thinking about it #and also Bobby’s Soto’s biceps sksks wait what #also 100% stole that initial exchange between Min and Barrón directly from S3’s Como La Flor #narcos #narcos mexico #netflix narcos #netflix narcos mexico #dina x barron #enedina arellano felix #david barrón #enedina x barrón #enedina x david

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lovewillthaw-j · 3 years ago

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The Alphabet according to Encanto

A - Alma/Abuela/Antonio/Agustin/Arepa

B - Bruno/Butterfly/Banana

C - Camilo/Casita/Coffee/Colombia/Candle/Capybara/Cactus/Corn

D - Dolores/Donkey/Doors

E - Encanto/Empanada

F - Felix/Flor de Mayo/Fireworks

G - Guzman

H - Hurricane of Jacarandas/Hummingbird/Hernando (Bruno)/Hammock

I - Isabela

J - Julieta/Jaguar/Jorge (Bruno)

K -

L - Luisa

M - Miracle/Mirabel/Madrigal/Mariano

N -

O - Oruguitas

P - Pepa/Pedro/Papaya/Pitaya (dragon fruit)

Q - Queso (cheese)

R - Rats/Raccoon

S - Sanseviera (plant)/Sand/Sparklers/Sundew

T - Toucan/Tapir/Telenovela/Tabebuia

U - Ukulele

V - Vision/Vines

W -

X -

Y -

Z -

Help me complete this!

#Encanto #Disney

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completemessx · 6 years ago

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ola amigues.

Que vergüenza postear despues de 3 meses, pero bueno la vida y la uni y todo. ¿Pueden creer que esta semana llore cinco (5) veces? i love stress. ANYWAYS. Tenia muchas muchas muchas ganas de volver por acá. En este tiempo que estuve afuera respondí gran parte de los drafts que tenía, así que voy a ir publicándolos.

Abajo del read more dejo lo que debo. Como siempre si alguien no quiere responder porquepaso mucho tiempo o quitaron la muse o lo que sea no importa, feel free to do it.

@rperindie: wes x sheila, lilo x mav, cash x thomas, brad x sky

@indieforgirl alaska x hannah

@sxpernerd: gaia x alice

@sirivss felix x michelle, caleb x cat, blue x tony, bart x carlota

@glmcre sam x dawn, fran x rosie

@easytolovc flor x lisa

@drxmx-qxxxn kj x amy

@stvrxlight son como 7 U KNOW THEM(?

@teen4gedre4mers los mil que tenemos (ahr son 11 pero paja escribirlos)

@outcrspaces i...i mean...do i have to ???

#ya me olvide como suar tumblr ahr #extrañaba el hell site #& draft count #also: nas ganas de cambiar el theme....

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byerslvr · 3 years ago

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I've been rewatching flor salvaje and watching carolina there (pepa's va) makes me wanna write pepa x felix angst I just have so many ideas

#her characters signature song ugh FELIX AND PEPA SLOWDANCING HEAR ME OUT

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masonscig · 3 years ago

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day one: vacation | summer in wayhaven | @wayhavensummer

ft. felix hauville and detective flor majano!

thank you so much @alien-doodles for the stunning commission and bringing my favs to life!!!

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #felix hauville #twc detective #felix x flor #detective flor majano #twc fanart #wayhavensummer #commissions

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masonscig · 3 years ago

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bittersweet

part two

pairing | felix x flor

word count | 3.2k

warnings | smut. minors dni.

author’s note | so i wanted to write like 2 more parts to this, but honestly... i feel like this turned out great. also yes, i probably should’ve made this a lot shorter, but the prompt got away from me as per usual. not proofread because i’m tired :/ this is for day seven of hot in wayhaven, aftercare!

•─────────────────•

Things have been weird since that night.

She just kind of went back to treating him exactly the same as she had before. She held him at arms’ length like she did with everyone she was wary of letting in.

He was sure that this time he’d made progress.

For the few months leading up till he almost throat fucked her in her dimly lit apartment, she’d been warming up to him.

He managed a few genuine smiles and laughs despite trying less hard to do so. He caught her watching him across the room during meetings, trainings, briefings… anytime they weren’t alone, he caught her staring at least once.

She’d even started asking about him. Any time he was late to a meeting, she bugged Mason with a punch to the shoulder or a scuff of her shoe against the toe of his own.

Didn’t matter how much progress he’d made if it’d just been ruined by one big fuck up on both of their ends.

This particular night, Felix is mulling over the events leading up to when she left, still trying to figure out where things went wrong.

He paces around the room once, twice, before plopping into his giant bean bag chair.

Before he can really settle in there, he’s restless again, jumping to his feet to cross the room once again, climbing into the hammock in the corner.

This isn’t right, either, he huffs to himself, rolling awkwardly out of the hammock and to the middle of the room, flinging himself onto his bed.

He picks up the Gameboy on his nightstand, tap-tap-tapping away on full volume until he hears a single loud thud against the wall across from him.

Abandoning his game of Galaga, he groans in frustration, rolling his eyes at Mason’s feeble attempts to silence him. Tossing the Gameboy to the foot of his bed, he opts instead to grab his tamagotchi, feeding his pet till he’s bored again.

He has lots of things. And these things keep him occupied and hold his attention for a while.

But none of them keep his attention long enough to satiate his wandering mind.

Flor’s been his main focus for a while, but it’s particularly bad this week since she’s taken a vacation for the first time since he’s met her.

It’s not even that she’s a hard worker – she’s just on such bad terms with the captain that she never bothered asking for days off when she knew she wouldn’t get them even if she had plans to get outta town.

Her being on vacation doesn’t bother him at all – it’s the way he’s got unfinished business and he can’t do anything about it.

He can’t seem to think of anything else without her creeping into the back of his mind one way or the other.

He twists off of the bed and walks to his dresser, where his phone’s charging on its surface.

He’s confused. He misses her, he’s angry at her, he wants her –

To say he’s confused is an understatement, really.

He’s been patient, he’s been kind, he’s been understanding – and for her to ignore him for the entire summer?

He’d been counting down the days till they got back to normal. He’s in the hundreds now, and there’s no end in sight.

There’s two endings if he decides to fix it tonight – he’s either getting treated better, or he moves on from her.

The latter option is a painful thought, one he doesn’t give himself time to digest before he taps the number at the top of his favorites.

The phone rings once, twice, and his finger hovers over the end call button. He’s so close to chickening out – this is an awful idea –

“What? Huh?” Flor asks, voice raspy and twinged with sleep. She yawns around her greeting, and he can picture her running a hand through her thick dyed hair. “Who is this?”

Does she really not even have his number saved?

“Uh, it’s Felix. I, um, this is a check in call,” he lies, tensing immediately.

Why’s that his knee jerk reaction? Two seconds into the call and he’s already making excuses instead of standing up for himself.

He really can’t help it, though. She’s so intimidating.

“It’s four thirty in the fucking morning,” she groans. “If you and your little team aren’t gonna respect my sleeping schedule consider any calls from this point on fucking rejected.”

“No, no, I, uh –”

He has no excuses. He can’t lie again… and she already sounds upset, and it’d make the rest of the call even more unpleasant.

“I lied. It’s not a check up,” he sits up in bed, nervously fiddling with the tamagotchi.

“Well then what is it?” She spits, clearly cranky and sleep deprived.

“I have some things I need to say to you, and… I, uh, I don’t know if you’ll like it,” he twists the keychain around his finger, but tosses his little friend to the end of his bed alongside his Gameboy. He needs to focus.

She’s silent. He knows he’s on limited time.

“I… miss you.”

She goes silent, the static of the phone crackling because of both of their poor signals.

“Thanks.”

The one word response has him silently screaming at himself – he flings himself back on the bed, kicking his legs and flailing.

I miss you. Thanks.

The most embarrassing response he could’ve ever gotten.

“I was gonna say more than that. I’m just… gathering the courage,” he says, takes a deep breath, anchors himself.

“I don’t like how you’ve been treating me, Flor, honestly, and I think you owe me an apology.”

“Oh, I do,” she responds, a deadpan question, nearly mocking.

“Yeah, you do,” Felix bites back immediately, surprised even at himself with how forceful he’s being. “You almost fucked me at the beginning of summer, and now you’re not talking to me? I thought we were, I don’t know, friends at least? I know I’m not your Tina and I never will be, but I want to be there for you.”

“I’m not…” she trails off, and there’s a swishing sound like she’s shifting in bed. “Trying to avoid you, alright? It just seems like that, I guess.”

He can’t stop his hand from clenching into a tight fist, can’t stop it from shaking with rage, can’t stop the venom bubbling up his throat and dripping off his tongue.

“Don’t… tell me how to feel, Flor. I’m upset, so don’t try to downplay it, okay? I know you’re trying to avoid me, and that’s fine, I guess, as long as you, I dunno, let me move on.”

“Move on?” She asks, her tone (surprisingly) cushioned with sincerity.

“Yeah, I, uh,” he stands, striding across the room to the window, and back to the door, pacing (He’s wondering if she’s pacing too). “I like you a lot, but I have to protect myself, too, y’know? If you don’t want me around, you’ve gotta tell me so that I can stop, uh, investing too much of myself into… this.”

“Felix…” she sighs, and quiets. “I know you’re looking for answers, but I don’t have them. I don’t know.”

“So, what, that’s it then?”

“I… yeah. Yeah. That’s it.”

Flor sounds unsure, but he’s not gonna press her further. It hurts, but he has to move on or she’ll consume him in a fiery blaze.

He’s let the flames lick at him, but when it comes down to it, he can’t handle the inferno. He’s walking away before he gets burned, when all he wants to do is be engulfed by her.

It’s easier this way, in theory, but saying goodbye is harder than he’s ever anticipated.

“Bye, Flor. Sweet dreams.”

He disconnects before she can say another word, and he crumples onto his bed, pulling his knees to his chest.

He’s losing another person he cares about, and just like last time, he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Tears are falling freely now, and he angrily wipes them away with a rough backhand.

It’s not her fault. It’s not your fault. You’re just not compatible.

That’s what he tells himself, at least, as he’s drifting off to sleep. He’ll deal with Rebecca and Unit Bravo in the morning.

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Flor clutches the phone in her hand, her jaw tight.

She didn’t get the last word, and she sure as hell didn’t get to say what she wanted to say.

Felix was hurting and she couldn’t even manage kindness for one goddamn moment.

No one asks to be emotionally detached – it's just easier that way, for Flor, at least.

Wading through the mess of her apartment, she steps into the bare kitchen. Pours herself a cup of water. Chugs it to clear her head.

When that doesn’t do the trick, she takes a hefty shot of tequila. Bad idea, but the burn gives her a sense of clarity she doesn’t have when she’s completely sober.

You’ve been dragging your fucking feet for years now. Get the hell over it. Go to him. Be with him.

Every instinct she has is dragging her towards the front door where her car keys hang. Another bad idea, as per usual.

Before she can talk herself out of it, she shoots him a quick text. Come over. Please. We need to talk in person.

It’s not the wisest idea for her to face her problems head on, but the tiny, reasonable part of Flor’s mind is telling her she needs to fight for him instead of letting him slip through her fingers.

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He doesn’t see the text till an hour and a half after she’s sent it.

It’s just past six in the morning. The sun’s just barely creeping its way into his room, golden streaks across his wood floor.

He assumes she just wants the last word and that’s why she sent it – but an even louder part of him entertains the “what ifs” that are bouncing around his mind.

What if she wants to apologize? What if she wants to hear how I feel? And tell me where her head’s at?

After going back and forth for a few minutes, impulse wins, and he’s tossing on a vibrant graphic tee and shorts before he sprints out the door.

Nate’s the only one up, reading the newspaper and filling out the crossword puzzles in the soft lighting of the kitchen, and he shoots Felix a knowing look of encouragement.

Unit Bravo knows how infatuated Felix is with Flor, and they constantly flit between telling him to let her go and chasing after her.

Today’s a good day in that regard – Nate’s given his wordless blessing with nothing but a soft smile.

He’s at her place in ten minutes flat, staring up at the apartment like it’s a creaky, spooky haunted house.

His courage is thinning the closer he steps to her front door. His bones are gelatin, and his brain is equally as mushy.

It’s not an ideal state, but he doesn’t know when he’ll get another chance like this. Get the courage again like this.

Rapping his knuckles against the stained door, he waits. He rocks back on his heels, taps his feet, does anything he can to get the jitters out of his system.

When the door finally does open, his heart leaps at the sight of her.

Her hair’s a mess. Her leftover eyeliner is smudged all around her eyes. Her dark eyes are lined with red from lack of sleep. She looks exhausted.

“You came.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, and steps into her apartment when she gestures for him to come in.

She shuts the door behind him, and this time instead of shoving him up against the door to kiss him, she takes his hand.

Laces her fingers through his own, tugs him toward her couch.

He doesn’t know how to start this conversation, and from the looks of it, neither does she.

“What’s up?” He asks, simply, feeling like an idiot almost instantly for making things that casual.

“I’m…” she trails off, nearly black irises softening when she looks at him. He could live in those midnight pools.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.”

He raises both brows in surprise, and his gaze flits to their hands. She’s death gripping one of his hands with both of hers, her jaw set.

“Uh –”

“I’m getting to the why. I just don’t know how to say it –”

She grunts, shifting on the couch. “I’m not a nice person. You know that.”

“You’re nice in your own way,” he offers, rubbing a thumb over her knuckles.

“God, Felix, I’m a mean bitter bitch. Don’t sugar coat it,” she laughs. “I don’t really wanna be this way, but it’s easier than getting… invested in people.”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“It’s just easier to shut people out than to have expectations for them,” she starts, shrugging. “And having them expect things from you, too.”

“So, what you’re saying is, you don’t want us to have expectations for each other?” He asks.

“I’m gonna say this as bluntly and straight forward as I can, because I don’t think I can do anything else,” she answers after taking a deep, shaky breath.

“I like you. I’m attracted to you. I want you in my life,” she holds his eyes, speaking as earnestly as she can manage. “But I need you to be patient with me. I don’t know how to do… this. I don’t know how to get close to people anymore. Last time I did it was fucking toxic and I told myself never again.”

“Bobby,” he murmurs, and she nods.

“If you want me, too, we’ll both have to compromise,” she continues, stiffening a little like she’s bracing for impact. “I have to get used to the way you do things, and you’ll have to get used to the way I am, too. But I promise you, Felix, I’m gonna try.”

“Try what?” His voice is a little shaky, and she’s coming towards him, slowly closing the gap between them.

“I’m gonna try to love you, if you’ll try to love me,” she whispers, her jaw set again.

That’s all he needed to hear.

He closes his eyes and kisses her sweetly, softly, letting go of her hands so he can cup her face.

She’s so precious to him, so he cradles her face like the gem she is.

“Flor…” Her name’s a quiet promise as it falls from his lips.

I promise as long as you’re trying, I’ll try, too.

She clutches his hips as she kisses him, moaning sweetly into his mouth.

He doesn’t know when she starts slowly tugging his clothes off, but soon enough, they’re skin to skin, and he can’t tell where his body ends and hers begins.

She’s different this time, he notices. She’s more timid. Maybe she’s never been taken care of like this before.

As he bows his head between her legs, he can’t help but wonder if he’ll be her favorite or not.

She’s slack jawed and grasping at his head, squeezing her tattooed thighs around his face.

God, she’s beautiful, all spread out for him – she’s a gift of brown skin (and a pretty pink pussy).

She writhes and pants with each stroke of his tongue, his name broken and garbled on her lips.

When she tugs his head upwards to press sloppy kisses on his mouth, he knows she wants more.

“Flor…” he trails off, feeling sweat bead on the back of his neck. “Do you really wanna do this?”

“Only if you want to, doll.”

God, he can barely breathe. A proposition and a pet name. To most, that’s nothing. But to him, it’s the entire world.

She anchors herself on top of him and settles onto his cock, keeping direct eye contact while she stretches around him.

His eyes are fluttering shut, rolling back, and his head is threatening to loll to the side – she grabs his cheeks between her hand and tugs him back up, her half lidded eyes lustful and determined.

“I want to see you… watch me, and I’ll watch you,” she pants as she flexes her hips, his tip the only part inside of her, but she flexes again, taking all of him (every delicious inch).

“Fuck,” he curses, and she grins, bouncing against him.

He fists his hands at her hips, running a hand up her stomach to rest at the barbed wire tattoos lining her under boob. He can’t figure out what part of her he wants to touch so he opts for it all, squeezing, nipping, kissing every piece of skin his hands and mouth can cover.

“You feel so fucking good around me, doll – fuck me just like that,” she grunts as he bucks up into her.

He’s never been one to have a filthy mouth, but boy does he fucking love it.

The sun’s fully engulfing her living room at this point, the golden glow warming both of their exposed skin already, glistening in the Wayhaven sunrise.

She’s so pretty like this. She’s in her element like this, too. Confident.

The nervous, rigid version of herself was long gone.

She’s opening up to him. Albeit emotionally and physically, she’s trying. She’s blooming for him.

Flor means flower right? She’s finally in season, and it’s worth the wait.

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In the heat of it all, they’ve kicked all her clean laundry to the floor, but she grabbed a thin blanket from the top to cover them.

She’s cuddled up to him on the small couch, her head resting on his sweat slicked chest.

They’d been at it for a while when they both finally came. He didn’t expect her to want to cuddle, but they did.

“We probably need to clean up, huh?” she murmurs, soft kisses against his skin.

“Lemme take care of it,” he grins, crawling over her before she can protest.

He’s back in a flash with a damp towel and a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” she smiles, taking the bottle from him. When she tries to grab the damp towel, he holds it away from her.

“Can I clean you up?” He asks timidly.

Flor shrugs, mouth still on the bottle. “Okay.”

He bends to his knees and pulls the blanket away, dragging the cloth gently along her thighs, cleaning up the mess he’s made.

He folds the towel and rubs her stomach and thighs again, before kissing her knee. “You’re so pretty.”

Before he can stand up, she grabs his arm and tugs him back down for a long kiss.

When she pulls back, her eyes are shiny, soft. Midnight pools, and he’s submerged in them.

“I’ve never been fucked by someone who cares about me like you do.”

He grins and pulls her in for a kiss again.

“Well, get used to the feeling.”

He wants every messy, unpolished part of Flor he can get, from her crass humor to her sailor’s mouth.

This is the farthest they’ve ever taken things, yeah, but he’s willing to go further and further with her, as long as she’ll have him.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #felix hauville #twc detective #hotwayhavensummer #my fic #felix x flor #detective flor majano #n*fw

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masonscig · 3 years ago

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first pride

wayhaven summer fic #1

pairing | felix x flor

word count | 0.7k

warnings | none

author’s note | happy wayhaven summer!! i’m so excited to finally start writing for my other pairings, especially with something as fun and loving as pride week! i’ll be posting all my fics in a chaptered form on ao3 if you’d wanna read it there. i’m so excited for all the lgbt+ content this week!

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The June sun was relentless, but thankfully Felix’s umbrella hat blocked out the worst of it.

He didn’t really mind his strength being drained since he was with her.

Honestly, she could handle herself. But he constantly wondered if he could handle her.

She was fiery, aloof – a complete 180 than what he was used to pursuing. But… she’d been warming up to Unit Bravo. To him.

He’d caught himself thinking about holding her hand, kissing her cheek, lots of sweet things that he thought was way too far fetched for her to say the least.

They stood on the edge of the crowd, watching as the floats and the select participants on foot ambled by, music blasting from all directions.

He couldn’t help but shimmy to the beat, shuffling his feet across the pavement until he bumped into her.

She quirked a brow at him, before peering at him over her sunglasses.

“Just dancin’. It’s a good song.”

“It is,” she nodded, folding her arms. “You wanna grab a pin from that booth?”

“I got one already,” he grinned, tapping the bisexual flag pin on his chest. “Beat ya to that one.”

A hint of a smile tugged at her lips.

They settled back into a comfortable silence.

“You wanna move?”

“Huh?”

Her dark eyes flicked to his feet again, still shuffling out of restlessness. He wanted to be a part of the parade – if he wasn’t on patrol duty.

“Oh, sorry, I’m just excited.”

She shrugged. “No need to apologize. The last of the floats are coming through soon if you wanna go ahead and head down the street.”

“Can we, uh, walk with them?”

Flor laughed, loud and raspy – it was a rare thing, but filled him with immeasurable joy. That laugh alone could fuel him for weeks (until he got her to giggle or smile again).

“Yeah, sure. Easier to patrol from the inside. Good thinkin’,” she nodded, flashing him a grin.

Was it Christmas or something?

She was so relaxed and the most open he’d ever seen her. It was beautiful to watch.

She tipped her chin at him and stepped into the flow of the crowd.

“Here, wear these!” A happy parade-goer chirped, handing Felix a fist full of beads.

“Want some?” He shouted, holding a couple out to her. When her fingers brushed his, he couldn’t help but shiver at the contact.

She slipped the beads around her neck, her muscle tank lifting just enough that a sliver of her skin showed through – and he saw it.

“Is that a… belly button piercing?” He averted his eyes when she shot him a look.

“Yeah. I’m not normally flashy with these kinda things so I thought I’d wear something a little less visible.”

The dangling emblem from her navel matched his pin. “You, too?”

She lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Yup. I didn’t feel the need to disclose it with anyone in Unit Bravo, though.”

“No, no, that’s okay. I just meant, uh, that’s really cool, Flor.”

Her eyes flickered up at him at the sound of her name, and she seemed to relax a bit, like a singular brick of her wall was chipped away, just enough for him to wiggle his way in a little closer. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him.

“Thanks. Oh, hey, come here,” she grabbed his hand and weaved through the crowd towards the center.

He couldn’t focus on anything she said after that, instead channeling all his energy into remembering the way she grabbed his hand and gripped it.

Her palms were rough and her fingers were for sure longer than his, but they clasped around his hand so perfectly that he couldn’t help but squeeze her hand when she stopped pulling him through the crowd – he didn’t want to let go.

“The shade helpful? Or did I just shove through those people for nothing?” She joked (actually joked), grip loosening on his hand.

“It’s perfect,” he said, daring to rub his thumb across her knuckle.

Her gaze flicked down at his hand on hers, but before he could pull away, she squeezed back once.

They fell in a slow step together, hands still intertwined. Confetti blew around them, music blasted, and the atmosphere was magic, the air charged with excitement like he hadn’t seen before.

His first pride was one for the books.

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#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #felix hauville #twc detective #detective flor majano #felix x flor #my fic #wayhavensummer

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masonscig · 3 years ago

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bittersweet

part one

pairing | felix x flor

word count | 1.6k

warnings | smut. minors dni.

author’s note | i had the idea to write a couple short things for felix and flor as they get navigate getting intimate with each other, so here’s part one! it’s inspired by the song bittersweet by greer (the lyrics are very felix pining after a detective that’s keeping them at arm’s length). this is for day one of hot in wayhaven, foreplay!

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This is the farthest they’ve ever taken things.

Her hands are fisting the collar of his jacket and she’s got her tongue down his throat like her life depends on the intensity of this kiss.

He’s never been kissed like this.

She’s let him peck her on the cheek once or twice. One time she even initiated the kiss, a lingering one, when he drove her home after a night of drinking, but she blinked and pulled away as quickly as she’d started it, shaking herself out of it like she was in a haze.

That kiss was never brought up again.

It’d been a slow process to get her to open up to him – her hard exterior was still very much in tact, but he’d been wearing it down slowly and surely.

A delicate brush of the knuckle with his fingertips here, a gentle squeeze of her hand in support there. Nothing that’d lead him to believe he deserved a kiss like this.

Flor’s got him shoved against the sliver of brick wall next to the door of her apartment, kissing him with a fervor he didn’t know her capable of.

A few minutes before, Felix walked her from the parking lot to the front door of her apartment, her hands dug deeply in her jean pockets, her back rigid.

“Thanks,” she’d muttered as soon as they made it to her front door. She retrieved her keys from her back pocket, fumbling and dropping them almost immediately.

She growled in frustration, snatching them off the welcome mat (which was quite the opposite – huge bold letters reading “Fuck Off” wasn’t the warmest welcome) before Felix could bend down.

“Are you, uh, alright?” He asked timidly, bracing himself for impact.

It wasn’t that she took her feelings out on him – it wasn’t that in the slightest.

He just never knew what she was going to say. Sometimes she’d drop devastating emotional bombs on him in twenty words or less and just go back to normal like she hadn’t said a thing.

Other times she’d snap about how frustrated she was that she was even in this mess and that she never signed up for this life.

So when she finally opened up to him, years into Unit Bravo being stationed in Wayhaven, he had no idea how to react.

“No. I’m not. I don’t –” She grunted in frustration, running a hand through her short red hair before tying it in a bun.

The Wayhaven heat was unbearable that day; even the sun sinking below the trees wasn’t enough to cool the town off.

She crossed her arms above her head, resting her forearms against her hair.

“Something’s wrong and I don’t know what the fuck it is.”

He raised both brows in surprise. “Like, you sense something supernatural?”

“No, no, nothing like that I just – there’s something wrong with me and I can’t figure it out,” she struggled, clearly frustrated with her inability to articulate what she was feeling.

“If you’re feeling sick, I can take you to Elidor –”

She groans again, and kicks the brick with her boot. “It’s not that either.”

He shrugged. “Well, maybe you could sleep it off, ya know? If you’re not feeling better by the morning, I can go get you some snacks, uh, like those spicy chips you’re always munching on that Mason hates. Oh! And a movie and some candy and maybe some new pajamas, or like, a stuffed animal, maybe –”

She closed the gap between them, crushing her lips against him in a kiss he never anticipated, but enjoyed nonetheless. His back hit the wall, nearly knocking the breath out of him.

He’s still frozen, moving his lips against hers, but his shoulders are up to his ears.

She’s never wanted me like this before. Why now?

Flor pulls back, her eyes half lidded, deep dark brown eyes trained on his lips.

“You’re what’s wrong with me,” she says, pressing her thumb into the base of his neck, running a rough line up his throat.

“Uh, me?” He stammers, keeping his eyes downcast.

“Yeah, you,” she pulls him in for another kiss, softer than the last, and he melts into this one without a second thought.

“You’ve never kissed me like this before,” he whispers against her mouth, humming when she sucks his bottom lip between her teeth.

She pulls back again, loosening her grip on his collar. “Do you not like it?”

“No, I do,” he starts. “I just don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret.”

“The only person I regret being with is Bobby Marks, and you’re not her. Not by a longshot,” she laughs once, the raspy sound harsh and grating.

“It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you or anything, I do, I just, uh, I kinda wanna take things slow. For now,” he reassures her, lifting his hand (daringly so) to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“So you wanna do over the pants stuff or makeout or what?” She quirks a brow, dropping her hands from his neck to his chest, the heat of her palms burning through the thin fabric of his button up.

His jaw pops open and snaps shut almost immediately – he can’t think of a response. His mind’s completely blank.

“Well, come in at least. We can figure out that later, I guess.”

She wiggles the key in the lock and shoves her shoulder against the door, grunting as it pops open. “Gotta get that fixed.”

Kicking it open, she gestures for him to come inside.

It’s dark and messy. The chair in the corner has practically disappeared under clean clothes, and the dishes are piled a mile high in the sink.

“Sorry for the mess. I’m never home.”

That explains the mess for sure, but there’s something about her apartment that he can’t put his finger on.

It’s like her home isn’t lived in, and in turn there’s not much evidence that this place is even hers in the first place.

When the lock clicks behind him, she’s pressed against him again, and his back is against the scratchy wood of the door.

He doesn’t know why he’s stepped inside if he has no intention of fucking her.

He likes those kisses and would gladly accept them if they kept coming, but… it’s too much too soon.

Felix wants to say these things to Flor, but the second her lips were on his, her hand sliding down his torso, tugging his shirt out of his pants, teasing the waistband of his shorts –

He’s forgotten everything he wanted to say.

Any morsel of resolve evaporates the second her fingers graze the skin above his shaft.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she whispers against his neck, suckling and nipping between words.

“Why… didn’t you –” he asks, breathing labored, barely able to stifle the groan of anticipation when she expertly pops open the button to his shorts with one hand.

“I don’t think you want the answer to that,” she chuckles, her breath against his neck raising goosebumps across his skin.

Flor shoves his shorts and boxers below his ass, sinking her teeth into her lip at the first sight of his cock.

“You’ve been hiding that monster from me this entire time?” She muses, cupping her hand around his chin, tugging it upwards to kiss her.

He can’t help but laugh into her mouth, but any quip dissolves into soft moans when she starts to pump her hand.

While he’s writhing with each stroke, she uses her free hand to pop each button till his whole torso is exposed.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmurs, bending to pepper kisses across his chest, down his lean stomach, grinning when his stomach stutters at the contact.

She’s nearly on her knees now (still rubbing him off agonizingly slow) but she’s in full control. He wouldn’t dare try to take the reins when she’s making him feel like this.

“Flor…” he breathes, daring to reach out and touch her.

He tries to gently stroke her cheekbone but she traps his thumb between her lips, running her tongue across the skin of it.

“Do you… really wanna do this?” He asks, almost afraid of the answer.

She stops for a second, holding his gaze for a long while.

“I can’t think of any reasons why I wouldn’t wanna fuck your brains out, Felix. I like you.”

A grin tugs at her lips, and soon, he’s mirroring it with one of his own.

She takes that as an incentive to keep going.

When she drags her tongue up his shaft from the bottom to the tip, the pressure of her tongue ring makes his eyes roll back, his lids fluttering shut. “Oh shit –”

He’s anticipating the feeling of having her mouth around him, and he’s practically aching with anticipation –

“Fuck,” she says, standing while checking her phone, the tiny screen illuminating her face, casting shadows on her furrowed brows. “Tina’s sick. Douglas can’t run the place by himself.”

Flor’s already ripping her shirt off and grabbing a new one from the clean pile on the chair in the corner before he can say a thing.

“Oh, uh, maybe we can, um, finish this up another time?” He asks, tugging his boxers and shorts back into place.

“Sure,” she shrugs, not even looking at him.

It’s like she’s already forgotten she was jerking him off at the entrance to her home.

She’s back to being the same old Flor in a matter of seconds, and he’s left to figure out what he did wrong.

He watches her peel out of the parking lot, hands in his pockets.

As he walks towards the woods to head back towards the warehouse, Felix wonders if he should’ve come here in the first place.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #felix hauville #hotwayhavensummer #my fic #felix x flor #detective flor majano #n*fw

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fireworks

wayhaven summer fic #3

pairing | felix x flor

word count | 1.2k

warnings | drug mention, condom mention

author’s note | you know i was worried that i was stretching the prompt and not incorporating pride into it enough but... two chaotic bisexuals watching fireworks together? i think i’m good <3 as usual, you can read this fic on ao3 if you’d want! comments and kudos are greatly appreciated!

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Flor held a slender finger to her lips, a small mischievous smirk already there.

She popped the end of the flashlight into her mouth, dangling it above her hands which were already preoccupied with the lock.

She wiggled the bobby pin with a deft hand, her dyed brows furrowed in concentration.

Within seconds, it clicked, and she yanked the lock off of the chains (which were looped tightly around the handles of the door) with a triumphant laugh.

“It’s like they didn’t even try,” she rolled her eyes, tucking the flashlight in the crook of her elbow, tugging the door open to breeze through.

It nearly slammed in his face – he was entranced.

He’d heard about and seen this side of her in passing, but hadn’t gotten the chance to experience it for himself.

Sometimes, she got this youthful glimmer in her eye that made her look like a teenager again. Maybe she’d buried that side of herself when she joined the force, but it lingered.

Getting the invite to come along with her was extraordinary to say the least.

She’d elbowed him and tipped her chin towards the doors. “Just got a noise complaint near the old high school. I need backup.”

It was a miracle he didn’t rocket out of his shoes and crash land on the moon.

Flor was someone who didn’t let very many people in… but he wanted to be one of those people. He saw how she treated Tina, Verda, and Douglas.

People she was comfortable around. He wanted to be that for her, but didn’t have too many ideas how. So when the opportunity presented itself, he took it.

He followed her into the building, shoes scuffing against the linoleum flooring, keeping up with her determined gait as she glided through the halls with a sense of purpose.

“Did you go here?”

She glanced back at him, one hand casually stuffed in her back pocket, the other fist gripping their only source of light. “Yup.”

Shit, he should know better by now than to ask her yes or no questions –

“Weird, but the first time I got arrested it was trespassing. Here.”

“The first time?” Whoops. He for sure didn’t mean to ask that aloud.

She chuckled, eyes crinkling. “Yeah. The other ones are pretty uneventful in comparison. Loitering, skipping school, smoking, drinking, fighting –”

“Whoa –”

“Yeah, I was a problem,” she shrugged, more tense than before.

“Well, I think you turned out perfect,” he beamed.

She rolled her lips to hold back another smile. “Definitely not. I’m pretty rough around the edges.”

“Rough doesn’t mean bad.”

She blinked, clearly taken aback. “Thanks.”

He nodded. “Don’t mention it.”

Thankfully they rounded a corner so there wasn’t enough time for any awkwardness to settle in.

“There’s an emergency exit to the roof in the cafeteria kitchen,” she said, opening a door that led to the stairs.

She threw him a quick “Don’t ask how I know that” look before he could ask questions.

Before long, they’d found the hatch and the rusty ladder that led to the roof. He was sure she’d forgotten his presence as she grabbed the rungs and hoisted herself up with no hesitation, not even sparing him a second glance.

It was kind of peculiar, thinking about how Flor interacted with Unit Bravo, the Agency, the force, him.

She didn’t need anyone to do shit for her – never asked for shit. She was resilient and strong in the face of failure in a way that he only saw in the biggest (scariest) supernaturals.

It scared him a bit to know that at any moment he could be called away and she’d go back to normal and enjoy her simple life, never thinking twice about him.

The plausibility of it rocked him to his core.

Yeah, he’d only been in this realm for a couple years (not nearly as many as his teammates) but the fleeting moments that Flor gave him the time of day was enough to fuel him for lifetimes.

A loud pop sounded above him, and the latch was pried open.

“Oh shit –” she said, pulling herself up by her elbows and onto her feet.

When he pulled himself upright, he realized what she meant.

For one, they’d found their culprits a building over, launching rockets off into the sky without a care, obviously smoking pot and drinking and blaring their music way too loud.

And two, their roof was littered with frisbees, crushed cans, broken glass, worn cardboard boxes with beer labels on them, and condoms. A surprising amount of condoms.

She fisted the collar of his shirt and tugged him down to eye level with her, squatted on the weather stained concrete.

“This is their idea of a good time?” She flicked her foot, kicking a half broken bottle away from her.

“There’s something so sinister about broken glass and condoms being that close together,” Felix shook his head, thankful he’d worn his old Vans (not the brand new ones that he definitely didn’t buy because he saw Flor owned the same pair).

Flor snorted – actually snorted – at his joke, slapping her free hand over her mouth, the other still curled around his shirt. “Shut up, Felix, you’re gonna blow our cover.”

“Me?” He grinned, using the rare sweet moment to egg her on. “You’re the one choking on your tongue ring because I made a stupid joke.”

She kept laughing, and he was thankful the rocket the culprits had just set off was loud – she was able to belly laugh and he was able to experience it all, right there, right next to him.

“You’re killing me,” she said between broken chuckles, finally letting go of his collar to wipe under her eyes.

After heartily slapping him on the back, she inched her way forward until she was peering over the edge of the roof.

He followed suit, sidling up as close as she’d allow.

“Oh fuck, I love those,” she murmured, pointing to a big box in the back.

“‘Mega Death Explosion Surprise 3000’ – kind of a stupid name,” he shrugged, eyes flickering her way to see if she cracked a smile. She did.

“That’s not its name.”

“What can I say, I’m a picture book kinda guy.”

Rolling her eyes, she leaned forward till she was resting her chin on her knuckle, which was curled around the concrete.

“We, uh, don’t have to bust up their party, you know,” he suggested, watching as the teenagers set up a line of rockets and cranked their music up louder.

“You know… you’re right.”

“I am?”

“Yep, you are. Let’s… maybe wait till I get another call. Not really a problem when only one person’s complaining, amirite?” Flor flashed a grin his way, resting her cheekbone on her hand.

She was so damn pretty.

“You’re right,” he said, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

They settled against the concrete, gaze upturned as the bright sparks exploded across the Wayhaven skyline, illuminating the peculiar little town below.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #felix hauville #twc detective #wayhavensummer #detective flor majano #felix x flor #my fic

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