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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter III

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Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter IV

A/N: so I made this edit of Copia and now it’s my phone wallpaper 🥰🖤

•♥︎𖤐♥︎•

Finally arriving in town, the ghoul parked along the main strip, right in front of the market. Before heading inside, you bent down to the driver’s side window and promised to get him a box of white chocolate and macadamia nut cookies, because you remembered them to be his favourite, and you couldn’t help but smile when the ghoul nodded excitedly and thanked you. He was always such a sweetheart to you.

You and your group walked in, with the other sisters inconsiderately pushing past Copia to get through the door first. You hung back, matching the Cardinal’s pace and walking with him instead of your friends, smiling endearingly as you watched him grab a shopping cart. There was just something so pitiful about the image of Copia pushing a shopping cart; it was delicious.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard your name being called by Ava. “Are you coming??” She asked, all the sisters turning to you.

You only bit your lip, coming to stand beside Copia and softly placing a hand on his back. It didn’t go unnoticed, the way he tensed up at your touch, as if he was so taken aback by the fact that you weren’t so repelled and annoyed by him like everyone else seemed to be.

“I’m gonna stick with Cardinal, you guys go ahead!” You replied with a smile, observing the way Copia looked at you in surprise. Poor thing, he always seemed so genuinely shocked at your kindness. At the fact that he was your choice. He didn’t seem like he was used to being anyone’s first choice, but you were determined to change that.

“For real? Suit yourself, I guess..” Ava shrugged, giving you a strange look at your decision.

“Have fun. If it’s possible.” Emily scoffed, before whispering something to Lilith and making her erupt with laughter. As they walked away, the sisters all muttered to each other while casting judgemental glances back at Copia, who only stared down timidly, shoulders slightly slumped.

“Ehm.. Sorella.. Y-You can go with your amici if you want, si? I will be okay on my own.” He spoke quietly, turning to look at you. Poor thing, he looked so gentle with those wide mismatched puppy dog eyes.

You stepped a bit closer to him, your hand sweeping up and down his back before coming to interlock your arm with his.

“I’d actually like to stay with you, Cardinal. If that’s alright?” Your voice was silky soft and sweet as honey as your gaze flicked down to his lips and back up again.

“O-of course.” He responded, the corners of his lips tugging upwards into a little smile.

So the two of you strolled down the aisles, Copia pushing the cart while you held onto his arm, occasionally grabbing some things you wanted.

“Sister Imperator gave me this list, but she said we can pick out stuff that we want.” You told Copia as you strolled down the baking aisle.

“Oh! Perfetto.” He seemed to perk up at that, and you watched in confusion while he placed several cans of evaporated milk into the cart.

“Do you… bake a lot, Cardinal?” You enquired quizzically.

“Eh? Oh! Heh heh, no… This makes a very good drink, no? Il mio preferito.” He replied, holding up a can proudly before placing it into the cart.

“You-… You just drink evaporated milk right out of the can?” You asked with a giggle, to which Copia nodded matter-of-factly.

“You’re a bit strange, Cardinal.” You remarked. His gaze met the floor for only a second before you leaned in in in, your fingertips skimming across his shoulder, smoothing the fabric of his pellegrina. “I like that.” You added with a little smirk, voice quiet with a hint of sultriness that had Copia swallowing nervously.

“You.. Eh.. You will want to try some then?” He stuttered.

“Sure, I’d love to taste your cream.” You agreed simply, unable to help yourself from making the naughty innuendo. The Cardinal’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing a furiously deep shade of red.

Satan below, he felt like such a creep. You were just a young little thing, you obviously didn’t mean anything by that. Surely he was just going crazy, reading far too much into a beautiful Sister being nice to him.

But then you were leaning into him more, closing the space between the both of you. Copia gasped audibly as your body pressed up against his, eyes fluttering closed as he was overwhelmed with the realization of how touch-starved he actually was. However, you pulled away suddenly, and upon opening his eyes, Copia saw that you had just reached for the shelf behind him to grab a bag of marshmallows and place them into the cart. He exhaled shakily, straightening his biretta and feeling silly to think that you would be doing anything more, especially with him of all people.

“Sorry.” You apologized sweetly, biting your lower lip to hold back the wicked grin that wanted to spread across your face.

You knew it was cruel, but Satanas, you just couldn’t help it. The Cardinal was so easily flustered, and you were enjoying playing with your food before devouring it.

The two of you continued shopping, making light conversation and continuing to steal glances at one another. You found that you loved observing this odd little man; his mannerisms, his movements, the expressions that crossed his features. He was such a soft, gentle, and timid man; hardworking and humble. Lucifer, the more you watched him the more you craved him; you could just have just fucked him right then and there, in the cracker aisle of the grocery store.

You licked your lips, wondering how he would react, if you begged for his cock. You’d find out soon enough.

•𖤐•

A little while later, after getting everything you needed, the other sisters met up with you and Copia once more.

“Ew, don’t hold onto his arm like that, people will think you’re dating or something!” Sister Lilith whisper-yelled to you.

“Would that be so bad?” You countered back quietly, only standing closer to the Cardinal. Thankfully he didn’t hear, too busy putting some apples and oranges into the cart.

After paying with the ministry credit card and putting the groceries into the car, you presented the ghoul with his promised box of cookies, giggling when he happily nuzzled his mask against your hand in thanks.

“We’ll be out soon, alright? We just have to get the supplies now.” You assured him, scratching under his chin and making him growl out a little purr. You really did love the ghouls; finding that some acted more like dogs, wanting to tackle you and lick your face, whereas others acted like cats, slinking around and rubbing against you affectionately.

You all headed into the quaint little store next door to get the supplies that Sister Imperator requested, and upon looking around, you saw lots of candles but not any in the colour that you needed.

“You guys get the incense, Cardinal and I will look for the candles.” You suggested, taking Copia’s gloved hand in your own before anyone could protest, pulling him further into the shop where the register was, leaving the group of sisters rolling their eyes as they watched the two of you.

The man blushed as you grabbed his hand, letting you lead him around until you got to the counter.

“Hi, um…” You greeted the woman at the counter. “We were looking for some candles, but you don’t have any black ones?” You asked.

“Oh, we usually just keep those in the back. Only for the people who specifically request them.” The woman- Marjorie, as her name tag read- clarified. “Which, in this town, only happens to be you people.” She added, obviously recognizing you to be from the ministry.

She shuffled off to the back room, and you hadn’t even noticed that Copia left your side to peruse the store when suddenly-

“Get the fuck out of my way, Satanic freak.” A voice spat, followed by a loud clang. You spun around, seeing a man having roughly shoved Copia aside and right into a shelf, several things falling off it but thankfully not breaking.

Used to being mistreated, Copia was quick to begin stammering out an apology, but the man just kept going.

“Maybe I should fuck up your other eye too, huh?” He laughed, taking a step towards the Cardinal, but you wouldn’t stand for that.

“Hey!” You shouted, fists clenched as you marched right up to the two of them, pushing past Copia and confronting the man, who looked quite shocked.

“Oh, is your little girlfriend coming to save you now? Or, wait- maybe she’s your daughter, old man?” He sneered, and you took a breath, fighting the urge to grab the nearest candelabra and bash his head in.

“No, you had it right the first time.” You coolly responded, looking casual as ever.

Copia’s eyes widened at your implication, cheeks flushing as you stood up for him. No one had ever done anything like this before, no one had ever cared enough to defend him.

“You know, it wouldn’t do you well to cross people from our church. It always seems like people who do end up in rather… unfortunate circumstances.” You hummed, pressing a finger to your chin in mock thought. Before the man could reply, you held up your other hand, blowing some dust onto him from your palm.

“What the fuck was that?” He looked surprised, and you smirked triumphantly when fear flashed in his eyes.

“Why don’t you run home? Before I worsen this hex into a curse.” You whispered, aggression boiling just below the calm surface, your eyes boring into the man’s very soul before he stumbled backwards and ran out the door.

Once he was gone, you immediately turned your attention to your poor Copia, who was starting to pick up the little trinkets that had fallen when he was shoved.

“Oh, Cardinal, are you alright?” You fretted, your hands finding his shoulders before you brought him in for a hug, your arms wrapping around him in a warm embrace.

He was silent, taken aback by your open affection and worry for him. You pulled away just enough to worriedly look into his eyes.

“I.. I am okay, Sorella.” He reassured you, wringing his hands in front of him, gaze flicking down before meeting yours once more. “Ehm.. What sort of hex did you put on him?” He asked, brows furrowed in confusion, but you only shook your head with a smile.

“I didn’t. I just took a handful of sand from that little zen garden over there.” You giggled, pointing to one of the shelves.

Copia looked at you in disbelief, but couldn’t help but crack a little smile at that. “That was very clever of you, Sorella.” He remarked quietly.

“Did you see how scared he looked when he ran away? He’s probably pissing himself!” You snickered, taking the Cardinal’s arm and making your way back to the counter, where Marjorie was now returning with a few boxes full of black candles.

“You, eh.. you really showed him, eh?” Copia smiled a bit wider, somewhat sheepish over the fact that he was actually getting the opportunity to laugh at someone else. Usually, he was always the subject of other people’s jokes, always the one getting laughed at or made fun of.

•𖤐•

After meeting back up with the other sisters and checking everything off on the list, you all exited the shop and put everything in the trunk before getting in the car, assuming your previous positions. Copia swallowed nervously, leaning back so as to allow you to sit on his lap comfortably. You felt wicked for doing it, but you may have wiggled around just a little bit more than necessary; the Cardinal’s strained little huffs like music to your ears.

You continued to shift on his lap, turning one way to talk to Sister Ava, leaning forward to talk to Sister Mable in the front passenger seat, then turning to your right to look out the window. Let’s be real here, you were moving every which way just to torture the man. He tried so desperately to be subtle, the poor thing, sucking in a breath with every cruel shift of your hips; and you couldn’t help but feel your panties dampen significantly when you noticed the way Copia’s hard cock was already straining right against your ass.

Biting your lip, you feigned sliding off him just so you could wiggle back up his lap, the slit of your habit riding up impossibly higher and giving him an eyeful.

The ghoul was driving at a pretty good speed, so the centrifugal force of some turns had your back pressing into the Cardinal’s chest, and you could feel his heart beating wildly as your luscious hair tickled his face.

You hid a grin as you recognized the bumpy road coming up ahead, getting ready for the real fun to start.

You couldn’t help but let out little squeaks as you rapidly bounced up and down, using the movements to your advantage until Copia was stifling moans, his arms tightening around your waist considerably. And- Lucifer, was he slightly thrusting up into you? The poor thing probably couldn’t help himself, too overwhelmed by the feeling of your perfect ass grinding into him so deliciously. Fuck, he was just so big and hard, you could practically feel his heavy cock throbbing through his cassock. It made your mouth water, made you crave it down your throat. You were holding back moans just from the thought.

Everyone was chatting amongst themselves, completely unaware of what was transpiring between you and the Cardinal. Satan only knows what they’d say if they caught on.

Poor Copia held off as much as he could, biting his lip so hard he thought it would bleed. He desperately fought for some semblance of control, not wanting you to think of him as a creep for popping a stiffy like this.

Alarm sirens were going off in his head, feeling ample amounts of precum leaking out of his sensitive cock as you bounced and squirmed and shifted even more. He tried so hard not to rut against you, catching himself whenever his hips began to subconsciously move.

But suddenly, your hand was bracing itself on his upper thigh again and your maddening touch was just too much to handle. Copia’s arms squeezed around your waist, one of his gloved hands even coming to rest on your bare thigh, desperately trying to grasp at something, anything. But he couldn’t hold on any longer, he tried so hard but goddamn it felt so good, so fucking good- he just couldn’t help it, he really didn’t mean to, but then he was shuddering slightly and his eyes were rolling back and he-

Your eyes widened as a soft gasp left you, feeling the Cardinal’s cock twitch against you, and suddenly a burst of something warm and wet. Did he… Did he just cum?

The thought drove you absolutely wild, and you continued to discreetly grind on him so he could ride out his accidental orgasm, the most pitiful little stifled whimpers tumbling from his flushed lips.

Your tongue swiped across your lower lip, wishing you could lick up the sticky mess in his pants while he moaned from the sensitivity.

Copia let out a shaky sigh, leaning back against the headrest as his chest heaved. You turned sideways on his lap, then, your hand finding purchase on his shoulder with the excuse of gazing out the back window, your cheek ever so slightly brushing up against his temple. You were a good girl for the rest of the ride, the car having had pulled off the bumpy road anyway, so it would be smooth sailing until you got back to the abbey.

•𖤐•

Finally arriving home, the sisters hopped out of the car, followed by you and Copia. You peeled yourself off of the man, offering your hand to him to help him out of the car. Satan knows he’d need it after what you just put him through.

He accepted it gratefully, still blushing red as a cherry with shame, the creases on his forehead more apparent because of his worried and guilty expression. He felt like he had somehow taken advantage of you.

Popping the trunk, you all began grabbing some of the paper grocery bags before heading up the grand front steps and into the abbey.

You and the other sisters were lagging a bit behind Copia in the corridor because you were discussing who would bring Sister Imperator the items she requested, but suddenly all the attention was pulled to the man in front of you. The bottom of his grocery bag had given way, all of the contents falling to the floor and causing Copia to mutter something in Italian under his breath.

Mable, Ava, Lilith, and Emily immediately started laughing at him, and even you couldn’t help but crack an amused smile at the scene. Satan, this man really was pathetic, wasn’t he? It only made you want to suck his cock harder.

Copia stooped down, hastily gathering his things in his arms, embarrassed and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, especially you. He finally got everything, quickly standing up and hoping everyone would forget about that. After all, it wasn’t his fault that the grocery bag broke. But then he was accidentally stepping on that one lone orange that he failed to get, floundering for a second before slipping and falling right on his ass, all of his things scattered on the floor once again.

“Look at Cardinal Clumsy over here!” Lilith wheezed, the sisters nearly in tears as they erupted into cackles once more, all elbowing each other.

Copia closed his eyes, cheeks burning red hot, desperately willing himself to disappear. Why was he always such a fool? It was utterly humiliating, especially in front of you, the most beautiful sister. Of course, your friends were only adding fuel to the fire as they cracked jokes about him; Hell, you were probably laughing at his stupidity too.

But when his beautifully odd eyes fluttered open again, all Copia saw was you- now alone with him in the corridor- setting your bags down and sauntering towards him. Yes, there was an amused smile on your face, but it wasn’t the least bit snide. You weren’t jeering at him like the other girls were; instead you had something akin to admiration sparkling in your pretty eyes.

You offered him your hand- oh your dainty little hand- but when he took it, you hauled him up with a little too much force. Your back gently hit the wall, Copia being pulled into you. Flustered from the close proximity, he froze, the tips of your noses just centimetres apart.

“Are you alright, Cardinal Clumsy?” You enquired playfully, smirking at him with mischief dancing in your eyes. That name sent a pang of hurt through him when Sister Lilith had said it just then, and he had regrettably been called that many times before by many people. But for some reason, it didn’t hurt in the very slightest when it came from your lips. It made him blush, it made him feel embarrassed that you had witnessed his idiocy, but he didn’t feel any judgement coming from you. It was refreshing, since it seemed as though that’s all he ever got from anyone else.

“Si, I… I am okay, Sorella.” Copia nodded, voice timid. “B-better now.” He dared to add, but cursed the way he nervously stuttered. His gaze flitted down momentarily, suddenly realizing the way his body was accidentally pressed against yours.

“I’ll help you pick everything up, okay?” You reassured your Cardinal, tilting his chin up with your finger. Nervously licking his lips, he gave you a quick little nod, wide eyes staring into yours like a deer in the headlights. You side-stepped him, being sure to rub up against the man even more before bending over to begin picking up some cans of evaporated milk.

He felt horrible, he really did, but he just couldn’t help the way his eyes locked onto your ass. This habit was tighter and of a thinner material than the standard one, and with you bending over like this, hardly anything was left to the imagination.

A naughty smirk tugged at your lips, fully knowing what you were doing to your poor Cardinal.

After all, good girls bend at the knee, but bad girls bend at the waist.

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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cositapreciosa · 2 years ago

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I’ve just rewatched narcos Mexico I love Mayo so much😭 Can I request something about him comforting his wife about the drama going on with tj like maybe this is just after he’s picked a side and she’s scared and worry about what will happen to him. I don’t know I’m just interested in mayo comfort vibe cause feel like I haven’t seen that on here!. Thank you! Hope your good🫶🏼

Burning bridges

Ismael 'El Mayo' Zambada x gn!reader, 2121 words

a single use of Y/N, drinking alcohol, wanting to kill someone, the usual for the show

a/n : Hope you're good too!! Sorry it took so long, but it's finally here !! He is so husband material look at him <3

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

You have been waiting for hours. Pacing back and forth in the living room, running to the window every time you would see headlights coming in from the street, licking the wallpaper and out the way just as fast. It is still not him, not his car, not even his men coming to tell you that he would be late. Ismael was supposed to be here on time, as usual, as he does most nights, but tonight he isn’t and you can’t help this feeling of helplessness from taking over your mind. His dinner is getting cold on the dinner table, fork and knife perfectly placed around the ceramic plate, you even made sure to pour some wine into his cup.

You know he works hard to keep the business afloat, to give you this roof and this food to put on the table. You also know what the business is, even though he doesn’t like to tell you all about it. There are nights when he does, confiding in you when he needs your opinions. It is usually when you are sitting outside, enjoying the backward after a long day, he would light himself a cigar and offer you a glass of that expensive wine that you like. I want to know what you think about this, he always says, adding something about how it impacts you too, in a way.

You know that the police caught Miguel Angel, that his plazas aren’t holding up after his trial. You also know that your husband is thinking about joining forces for once and going around the Arellano’s back. You are pacing the kitchen, pouring some more wine into a glass. It is bitter when it goes down your throat, a reminder that this is not a normal night, that he would have at least called you if he planned on coming back late. Maybe you should wrap up his plate and put it in the fridge for him later, warm it up when he eventually arrives. He has to. There is no other option, no world where someone rings the bell at this hour to let you know he wouldn’t. Your husband has to come home.

The cat is slithering in between your feet, all purrs and soft fur against your ankles, but you don’t have the heart to pet him back. Your wedding ring feels heavy on your finger, thoughts are battling in your head, you haven’t been this anxious in months. You have met the Arellanos before, at the oldest daughter’s wedding, a beautiful reception where Ismael happily paraded you around. You could read them well, that night, see how squared they hold their shoulders, how political the whole thing was. If they wanted to kill your husband they could, they just had to ask.

'' Y/N? ''

You scream, glass falling from your hand, shattering at your feet. You feel the liquid between your toes, ear the cat’s claw on the hardwood floor as it runs away. Ismael is in front of you, standing at the door, hat pushed up.

'' Ay Dios mio, Ismael. When did you get in?! I didn't hear you, how- ''

'' Don't move, okay? You'll cut yourself. ''

He moves to you, boots covered in mud. He looks tired, you can tell, with his sleeves rolled up, damp hair, you know he must have had a hell of a day.

'' I tried calling the warehouse, they didn't know where you were- damn it. ''

You hiss, raising your hand to grab at his shoulder as he nears, boots crunching on the shards of glass. Your toe starts to bleed, mixing with the wine covering the floor. He barely acknowledges your remark, pushing your un-asked question to the side. His hand comes up to your waist, caressing your side as it moves up, lifting you by the rib. You step carefully on his work shoes, naked toes meeting the leather as he turns on his heels, bringing you away from the mess.

'' I came through the garage. Didn't I tell you to lock it behind you, hm? ''

He does, every day before he leaves for work, every night before bed. His fingers are warm between your ribs and you can see him for the first time tonight. His shirt is dirty, mud you know you will have to scrub hard and long to get off. He is already looking at you when you meet his eyes, they are soft, tired, the skin creasing in between his brows. Your hand moves to his chest, where his heart is, caressing the shirt over his skin with your thumb.

'' I was... ''

Scared? Would that even be the right word? You were scared for him, for what it would entail for you after if anything were to happen. Anxious that there was nothing you could do to prevent this, only being able to stay home, cook eggs in the morning, soak his dirty shirts, and pour him whiskey in a cold glass when he eventually comes back. He gives you a small smile, one that barely pulls at his lips, lifting only on one side. I know, he wants to say, and you don’t feel like you have to end your sentence anymore.

He kneels in front of you, pressing his warm hand behind your thigh and then to the joint of your knee to lift your foot off the ground. You can feel his breath on your leg, the tip of his hat tickling your thigh.

'' You don't have to do this. You'll get blood all over your shirt. ''

He scoffs at the irony, pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket and pressing it to your toe, holding your heel with a firm hand when you inevitably jerk away from the pain. The cut is minimal, nothing a good bandaid wouldn’t fix, but the blood still runs on the side of your foot, staining the tissue red.

He looks up to you once again, you notice a scratch on his face that wasn’t there this morning.

'' They burned the boats. All of them. ''

He doesn’t say more, he doesn’t need to. You know who he is talking about, what they are doing and why. You sigh softly, leaning back on the counter behind you. You did tell him that Chapo’s offer was a good deal, that he should consider it, and now you have to stand here and listen to the consequences of it. Ones that you felt couldn’t touch you, ones you felt he would be protected enough not to deal with. He wasn’t even in on the deal yet, but they already came at him like he was.

'' I'm sorry, cariño. ''

It is sincere, you mean it. You know how hard he works at the dock, how many can count on his fleet for a fair wage, hopefully living the normal life he didn’t choose for himself. Maybe you were wrong to tell him to listen to Chapo, maybe making friends and alliances wasn’t a good idea after all. Your hand reaches for his hat, taking it off and discarded on the counter just as fast. Your fingers come back down, moving untamed curls back and away from his forehead, he leans into your touch, pressing his cheek into your palm.

'' I made you dinner, but you weren't coming home. ''

'' I know. ''

He sighs, forehead falling on your thigh. His moustache scratches your skin, his thumb caressing your ankle as he talks.

'' I should have called you. It's just- Everything was on fire. Pinche Arellanos. ''

You are playing with his curls again, fingertips untangling hair at the nape of his neck. There is nothing you can do to tame his anger, nothing to convince him to take a step back and think about it. You know your husband in and out, you know what is coming and there is nothing you can do to stop this.

'' I'll take it. '' He says, '' I'll find Chapo and I'll take the deal. I'll kill them for this. ''

His fingers are shaking against your ankles as he unwraps the handkerchief from your toe. It has stopped bleeding now, leaving a red mess and a small gash in its place.

'' What if they kill you first? ''

You whisper it, in the space between you, with his warm hand still on your foot, his eyebrows frowning at the words. You don’t mean this as a jab at his strength, at what he is able to do. You believe him when he says he will kill them, you have watched him come home with blood on his shirt that he never cared to explain, taking out guns from hiding places you didn’t even know existed.

'' Do you think I would let this happen? '' He continues. '' I won't. ''

'' That is not what I'm saying, Ismael. I'm just- ''

Your voice breaks, you can’t hide it and you know he heard it. He raises up, pushing off his knees, his hand trailing your leg until he rests it on your waist. You can smell what is left of his perfume, see the speckles of green in his eyes. You know he is waiting for you to say more.

'' I worry. I worry so much for you. ''

He closes his eyes at that. You know he knows, that he can see you biting at the skin around your nails, that you never go to sleep if he is not in bed with you. He feels guilty, even when you tell him it’s fine, even on those nights when you actually mean it at times.

'' Every night your dinner gets cold, I always think- '' You sob, you can’t help it. Your throat is tight, you can’t breathe, '' This is it, and I'm just waiting and waiting and I- ''

'' Hey. Hey. '' His other hand is on your cheek now, pressing you to him, keeping you unbelievably closer. '' Respira hondo, amor. ''

He is shushing you, mouth in your hair, your nose in his neck. You can feel the metal of his wedding band, cold on your skin as his fingers wipe the tears off your cheek. You finally take a deep breath, for him, because he wants you to.

'' Please be careful, Ismael, I don't know what I would do if you don't come home. ''

It comes out fast, stumbling over words and shaky breaths. You are gripping at his shirt, creasing the fabric between your fingers. In a weird way, it feels like if you were to let him go, right now, tonight, he wouldn’t come back at all.

'' Don't say that, amor, '' His voice breaks on the last word and he brings you closer, breathing in your scent, hand cradling your cheeks, '' Don't say that. I fight every day to come back to you. I always do. ''

You know he is hiding in your hair so he doesn’t have to face you, tell you that even if he tries, faith is something he can’t control. No amount of soldiers or money could give him this power. You let him lull you, ease those thoughts in your head. Maybe they will be back tomorrow, during dinner when it once again inevitably goes cold on his side of the table, but you let him keep them at bay for now, tucked in his arms, lips moving against your hair, promises after promises.

En lo próspero y en lo adverso, en la salud y en la enfermedad.

Ismael holds you tighter that night. You know he is not sleeping and he probably knows that you aren’t either, but you enjoy it, his presence, his chest against your back. The feeling of his breath on your neck, his warm hands sprawled across your stomach. Your toe is still throbbing, a bitter reminder of what happened, of what is to come, because it will, and there is nothing you can do to stop this. He whispers in your ear.

'' I'll end this. '' Them, he actually means. '' Whatever happens, I'll come home. '' Whoever.

You can only believe him, believe that he would, and you do. Your fingers intertwine around his, pressing a gentle kiss on his knuckles, bruised and scared from all his hard work. I believe you, you tell him, I’ll be here when you come back. He smells like soap, an aftertaste of cigar, his fingers ghosting under your ribs.

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health.

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