#ramon salazar x reader

[blueberrypancakesworld]

You were never a monster

Ramón Salazar x wife!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, emotions, fluff, kisses, blood, injury, no use of y/n

Summary : Leon had spared him, left a monster behind and now he, the despicable creature has to face the love and especially the feelings of his wife. In front of her, a creature that barely resembled the man she had married. Was it even possible to love something like that?

info : Thank you dear @lovesick-on-the-loose for the request it was a pleasure to write the scenario, Ramòn in his monster flower or chymere as the case may be is simply interesting. Have fun reading :)

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A lord, he was a lord a Kastelann, the eighth and momenta last exalted of the Salazar bloodline. His family was honourable and old and established in Spain, feared by those who hated them and actually loved by the people.

People a simple being who, with the birth of Ramón and his traits, turned away from the family, their saviours. If they didn't want and accept him, they would feel all his wrath and so would the lord.

Even if his power was not as glorious as that of his predecessors, even if he lacked beauty and grace, he had one thing above all… his lord.

The holy Lord Saddler, the might he gave him as powerful as it was deadly and a figure that hardly helped his appearance.

In the time he was immersed in the cult, his insides plagued by pain and the burden of his family on his shoulders, he at least had hope for a time of betterment in his probably short life. ,,Another good morning my darling" he was woken by her voice, his wife didn't have to get up early for that but she insisted on looking after him.

A sacrifice of love and compassion, a mix that did not hurt Ramón, but rather honoured him more than anything else. It was her love that made him hope that one day hope would be brought to his family.

From the make-up session together that ended with a chaste kiss on the back of the hand, the hours spent together in the library and the garden where some flowers he had planted for her grew when he had seen her hoping in a book, always coming back to the type of plant.

She was the one who put herself between him and Sadler, knowing that the more her beloved Ramón stayed away from her, ,,Your sorrow truly touches me, your kindness is a gift…but you can't do anything about what's coming" he had told her when he came back late at night to a missed dinner and she stayed alone again and dined alone.

Even if his apologies were sincere, when she heard his cries and rants through his door, the rage inside him, the curse of his family haunting him, he didn't let her share in that pain.

She loved Ramón, she had seen his noble side, the side of a nobleman, not the monster he had allowed himself to become for as long as he could remember.

She suspected that Saddler wanted something from Ramón again, she herself had only seen this ‘holy man’ once but he was creepy, had hardly anything human about him and if she was honest he didn't even seem really alive. ,,A ride in the countryside would do us good, darling," she had tried to approach Ramón, taking his cool hand in hers and curtsying.

It was a rejection like the next and the next, he didn't want her, didn't want her company and even if she didn't know he was afraid, she knew when the echo of gunshots could be heard in the village that it wasn't something but someone coming towards her.

It didn't even take three days before Ramón seemed to get more nervous, only dealing with his ‘bodyguards’ that she tried to avoid, the cold reddish eyes and the claws she had only seen once was enough to send a shiver down her spine, ,,You stay in your chamber until I collect you…I love you" he brought her into her chamber, his hand gripping hers tightly and running it over the gold ring on her wrestler.

,,Ramón’ came from her after he had kissed her and she heard the door close, the key turn and his footsteps move away. He had chosen his fate and saved her life.

Her fear increased with each successive shot, she banged on the door and none of the servants answered the bell, she was a prisoner in her own home this bounty hunter or soldier whatever he was had come to the castle had seen him from her window only briefly looking around.

However, she was stuck in her room…until the moment the castle suddenly went silent.

No gunshot, no scream and no voices seemed to be wandering around the castle and she was startled when her door opened as if by magic.

Carefully looking out she found no one, no one seemed to be here and she feared the answer to the question of where her husband was, lifting her dress slightly she walked faster through the castle searching the places where Ramòn usually was but with each time she pulled open the door and looked where he was her heart beat more and more with fear.

The whole castle seemed to be empty and as she was about to go to the stables to saddle her horse and ride out she paused, a place she had never been and had only been once before.

Hastily rushing back to the castle, she took the steps of the staircase two at a time, almost tripping and tearing her dress if she hadn't held on, ,,Ramòn! Darling, I'm on my way!" she shouted into the dark vaulted cellar complex and grabbed one of the torches and held it in front of her, trying to roughly remember the passage that led to the cliffs that were almost the end of an island.

Her footsteps in the corridors echoed the sound of hissing and hissing, a painful wail that made her hope it wasn't too late, she didn't want to lose him.

Stepping out of the corridor she threw away the torch and saw that part of the bridge had already been torn down, stones were kicking up dust, shell casings lay on the floor and she saw the corrosive acid running down the walls.

,,Ramòn?" she asked quietly, afraid that the mercenary was still here but he wasn't and she breathed a sigh of relief when he seemed to have moved on and she was alone with her husband, wherever he might be. He had not answered her repeated questions, but the sounds suggested that he must still be alive.

Walking onwards through the ruins of the only beautiful passage, she saw this creature lying on a cracked stone field in front of her, but above all she saw with horror that this something lying there was her beloved.

Screaming his name, she hurried towards the creature and saw the fleshy, steaming petals, which she couldn't seem to describe in any other way, trying to cover Ramòn, ,,Darling…you-you're alive" she said, almost whispering as her hand lay on one of the leaves, cold and slimy, she could feel the life underneath.

But he pulled back, trying to get away from her but his huge body wouldn't allow it, ,,Don't…don't…look at me,’" she finally heard his voice consumed, hoarse as if someone had shot him so many times in the body that the blood was in his throat.

The tentacles with which he was probably defending himself lay between them both and she could no longer look into his yellow eyes, ,,A monster…I don't need any help" he continued to mumble but couldn't manage to heave his massive body out of the way.

Carefully she raised her trembling hand, feeling fear mixed with grief as she carefully pushed the tentacles out of the way, ,,Ramòn you are not a monster" she began and even though his form looked horrible, the slime and acid could most likely kill her.

He was obviously badly injured, she could see the blood on the floor, the fight they had had was not only brutal but also protracted. ,,Besides, don't hide yourself and your pain from me, I can see your suffering," she warned and reached through the outside and grasped his hand, ice-cold, she was afraid he would be dead if she hadn't felt the wince and the sigh.

Ramòn, though hardly his former self, slowly put down his tentacles and opened his petals, ,,You…you don't see me as a monster?" he dared to ask, holding her hand and crawling towards her almost hopefully, golden eyes full of pain and devotion looking at her.

She shook her head, feeling the tears blur her vision as she moved closer and his other hand also reached out to her, ,,You are my Ramòn, my husband…my graceful Castelan," she assured him and gave him a single careful kiss on the forehead. The lady took her time with her beloved.

Hours passed until Ramòn had changed back to some extent, came out of his shell and she dressed him in a velvet curtain to replace his lost clothes.

The walk back to the main castle seemed to take hours but in all that time he held her hand, leaning on her and most importantly she heard the ,,Thank you my love" which she returned and hugged him tighter to let him know he was not alone.

He would never be alone, he had never been a monster, he was her husband, her beloved and above all a person who may not have been perfect but someone who could love and that was all that mattered.

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@ramontism , @goldenponcho , @xgrisleyx , @ghostssi

[decrepitdreaming]

Part 2: Ramon Salazar (REmake)

First part

Had to divide these into multiple parts since tumblr limits 10 photos per post-

Bot by: tseliius

Then I said no NSFW... BUT...

!NSFW! Implications to pregnancy, ig !NSFW!

DEAD ASS HOW I WAS LOOKING AT THE SCREEN, I DID NOTHING TO CAUSE THIS KIND OF AN ANSWER HELLO??????

[kirlias452]

For @ghostssi

Ramon Salazar Dating Headcannons

● Loves doing ballroom style dancing with you when the two of you are at functions/parties.

● He’d let you lay your head on him if you’re ever tired.

● Will hold your hand wherever you go.

● Would spoil you here and there (eg. Dress you in the most fanciest of clothes, have you wear expensive jewlery, ect.)

● Calls you his ‘dearest’, ‘my dove’, or ‘Mi amore.’

● Will have his henchmen at the door of any room the two of you are in. He doesn’t want any unwanted being with you and him in the room you’re in.

● Will kiss your hand on occasion.

● Ramon may be a bit strict from time to time, but he hold you in a special place inside his heart.

[starleska]

I’m not the one who sent the Ramón Salazar ask, unfortunately, but I DID just so happen to have a dream about him (or containing “him”) this morning if it’s any consolation. Almost certainly bc of you posting about him <3 bc, as per usual, I don’t even go here. Almost certainly inaccurate bc, as per usual, I don’t even go here. But he was there!

He just sort of manifested from smoke into my house and kidnapped! MY YOUNGER SISTER! He used some kind of mind control and she ran into the night off and disappeared into a massive cornfield by my own family’s farm, and I took off after her. Ramón didn’t try to stop me. He just spectated.

He didn’t say much to me, even when I found her in a building and discovered she wouldn’t leave captivity because of some magic or mind control, but about midway through my strange journey into the night to find a way to free her, he remarked:

“I must admit…you’ve piqued my interest. I didn’t think much of you before, but watching you go after your sister…hm…things have changed.”

Now…to my moral credit… I was focused on getting her back, I was ready to brawl, I was plotting, I was Leon Kennedy-ing it up or whoever goes after Ramón for whatever reason. I didn’t think anything about the statement then. 

It wasn’t until after I woke up and started documenting the dream in my little dream journal when I was like

…I have nothing for down bad accusations or ego accusations but to my credit again… A TRADE MAY HAVE SAVED HER MUCH FASTER JUST SAYING-

(I did get her back btw, rather easily. Idk how bc it happened over DREAM TIMESKIP. Smh, missed all the action. But me and my family did destroy a building he was keeping her in before I rescued her and before I “got rid of him”…whatever that meant)

!!!!!!!!!!!! DID YOU REALLY?!?!?! oh my god you LUCKY duck please tell me your secrets, i want to have a Ramón dream!!! 🙈💖💖💖 but oh my gosh i am so sorry for the horrifying circumstances of your dream!! though, that is very on-brand for Ramón...i'm afraid your poor sister was about to be infected with a parasite 💀 i can't believe that Dream Ramón was setting you up!!! to test you, perhaps - see if you'd be a worthy follower? perhaps even worthy of taking Las Plagas? 👀

dfgfdsdfg 'to my moral credit' i'm so proud of you for not simping while a family member is danger...but now she's fine, you can be as morally bankrupt as you please!!! 🥳🥳🥳 and there's a certain small castellan with a devilish smile who's terribly eager to meet you again...😉 it's a good thing that Ramón is so infatuated with you, however...by all accounts, he's not the sort of man you'd want to cross 🙈💖 not only is he horrendously cruel, that castle of his is stuffed full of traps which can send even the most attentive of intruders plummeting to their doom and horrifically impaled...but isn't that reassuring? Ramón will take care of you, his amorcito~ 🫠💖 and, you know...if you're taken by that nasty streak of his...he's known to mock his enemies as they fight him, taunting them as they 'dance': "Ahaha! ¡Qué bonito, qué bonito! You dance the bolero superbly!" and "Was that an act of defiance? Against me!? Hahahaha! You are simply precious, you small, small man!" 🥴💖 (dfgfdfg i'm glad you were able to get her back in the dream!! perhaps Ramón was feeling generous :3c after all, he doesn't want his dulzura to be anxious, now does he? 😉)

[tonberry-yoda]

...

Could I get some Salazar smooches 👀👉👈

I love this little man sm

... you know im going to because you're my sister and i love you... but FOR THE RECORD i dont simp over this little rat LMFAO but I will admit that he is a cutie patootie

I can't believe I'm doing this for you

Only moments ago did you pull off Salazar's hat and start running around the castle like a child as he chased after you, begging for you to give it back. You, of course, weren't planning on giving it back until he caught up to you, but you didn't see that happening any time soon.

But after a while, you did feel a little bad. To be fair, you got a pretty big head start before he even noticed that his hat was gone. So you decided to stop and turn around.

"Alright, Ramon," you said. "I'll let you catch up a little bit but not-" That's when you noticed that he was nowhere behind you. "Ramon?" You tilted your head and walked to where he could be, but still nothing. "Where did you go, you little-"

You were quickly interrupted by Salazar tackling you to the ground and taking his hat back. You were giggling uncontrollably as he told you off, but when he realized it wasn't going through to you, he quickly shut up and decided to press little smooches all over your cheeks.

"Don't do that again." He told you.

You obviously weren't going to listen because the opportunity of a couple more kisses sounded amazing.

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if you want smooches too, you can submit whoever you want in my inbox!

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[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

Logan Howlette

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Scott Summers

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

Invincible

Mark Grayson

Shapesmith

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sabrina Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nick Scratch

Rosalind Walker

Theo Putnam

Prudence Blackwood

Ambrose Spellman

High School Musical: the Musical the Series

Gina Porter

EJ Caswell

[piers-wifey]

Awww, angry little Mozart my beloved lolol. Thanks for the tag, dear, I love it!

Ramon Salazar x Fem!Reader

I don't know what to call this, and it is similar to the other one I wrote for Salazar, but how they meet is different, anyways I hope you all like it!

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Y/N didn't know what to think anymore.

She was just on her way home from class when she was grabbed and thrown into a black car with a classmate of her's, Ashley Graham.

She could barely remember anything about what happened after that, but she did remembered waking up in a small room with Ashley.

They both spent some time talking to eachother, comforting one another as they both tried to figure out how to get out of there, until the man, a solider Y/N believed, arrived with a man dressed in purple robes.

They didn't say anything as the soldier approached Y/N, picked her up and carried her over his shoulder out of the room.

"Ashley!" Y/N cried out as she tried to reach for the blonde girl, who tried to help but was stopped by the man in the purple robes.

"If you wish her to not be harmed, I suggest you stay there."

And with that, Ashley watched in fear as the iron door of the room was closed, hearing Y/N's cry out to her.

Now there she was, locked in some castle by those men.

As tears streamed down her face, Y/N tried to open the doors, but unfortunately they weren't budging one bit.

Assuming that the men were gone, Y/N stopped tugging on the door, turned around, and slid down until she sat against the door, her sobs echoing throughout the place.

She wished Ashley was there with her, she helped comfort her when they were first taken as well as when they were trapped in that room.

That's when a chuckle echoed around the room, causing Y/N to freeze.

Looking around, she couldn't really see anything except what was lightened up by candle light.

Who was that?

Getting up from the floor, Y/N began to slowly walk forward, into the candlelight.

That's when a voice spoke up, startling her.

"Well what have we here?"

Looking up, Y/N saw two cloaked figures and in between them was someone much shorter than them.

She couldn't really get a good look at what they looked like as it was still quite a bit dark.

"You must be a friend of Ms. Graham, terribly sorry that you were taken as well. Wrong place, wrong time." The shorter person, who she now knew was a man said with a chuckle.

Y/N didn't say anything because she was terrified to speak, as well as the glowing red eyes that she saw in the dark where the two cloaked figures stood.

"To scared to speak senorita?"

Still not responding, Y/N looked around and saw a corridor with candles on both walls leading away from where she was.

Looking up at the balcony where they were, she then sprinted down the corridor, echoes of man yelling.

"Catch her! And do not hurt her!"

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It's been a few hours since the girl had arrived at the castle, and she has been able to avoid being captured, much to Salazar's annoyance.

And what made him angry was that he made it clear not to hurt her, but one of the ganados shot an arrow too close to her leg and it cut her, causing her to leave a trail of blood until she managed to get it wrapped up.

Deciding that he couldn't wait any longer for the ganados to catch the girl, he looked up at his right hand.

"Catch her, and bring her to me." He said as he sat down on his throne.

The hooded figure nodded before leaving to go find the girl.

◇◇◇

Heavily bleeding even with her wound wrapped up in a table cloth that she just grabbed from a table, Y/N had managed to lock herself in a study and has been struggling with trying to slow the bleeding.

It has gotten really bad that it has left a messy trail leading to where she was, so she knew at some point that she would be found.

And she wouldn't be able to run.

"Come on..." she mumbled, starting to become very light headed from blood loss.

But no matter what she tried, the blood wouldn't slow down one bit.

With tears streaming down her face, she gave up, slumping against the wall that she rested against.

"Ashely... I hope you escape." Y/N whispered as she lost conciousness, not hearing the door break open.

◇◇◇

When Y/N finally woke, she noticed that she was laying on a bed and the room was pretty dark, except for the light coming from the fire place.

So she was still in the castle.

Sitting up, she hissed as pain flared up a bit in her leg, making her remember about her wound.

Pulling the blanket off, she saw her leg all bandaged up.

Someone helped her.

But who?

"Ah, your awake."

Turning her head, Y/N saw the person from earlier on the balcony, walking into the room and towards her.

Scared, she scrambled off the bed, which she instantly regretted as pain shot up her leg and she fell, her back hitting the wall.

"Easy senorita, you are recovering. And I am not going to hurt you."

Looking away from her bandaged leg, she looked at the person who she now realized was a man.

At first she thought he was a kid because of his height, but his appearance was of man much older than her.

But the most noticeable thing was his golden eyes that stared at her in concern.

"Who..." she mumbled as she tried to stand back up using her good leg.

"My name is Ramon Salazar. Here, let me help." He introduced himself as he grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet and helped her back to the bed for her to sit.

"And if I may ask, what is your name querida?"

"... Y/N." She replied, hesitant at first.

She didn't know whether or not to trust him.

"Y/N, what a lovely name. And I assume you go to college just like Ms. Graham?"

Y/N slowly nodded.

"Yeah, started two years ago when I was eighteen, as soon as I graduated from high school."

Salazar smiled.

"So you are twenty years old just like me."

This threw Y/N off a bit.

This man is twenty years old?

Clearly he noticed her confusion and shock and chuckled.

"My appearance changed because of the Las Plaga I have. I wasn't so fortunate with one of the affects it has on me. But otherwise I am fine health wise."

"Did you people..." she started but was cut off.

"No, Ashley is, but for some reason, you are immune to it. The egg that they planted died as soon as it was injected into your neck from what I heard." He said as he thought about it.

Y/N silently sighed in relief, placing her right hand over her other hand, feeling the bumps of the faint, but visible white veins.

She was also fortunate that he didn't notice them as she covered her hands with her sleeves.

"Anyway, you should get some rest. You lost quite a bit of blood."

Looking back up, she saw Salazar walking towards the door of the room.

"I will check up on you in a little while." He said looking back at her once more before closing the door behind him, leaving her alone.

Taglist:

@multi-fandom-imagine @piers-wifey @nukesakus

[thesolotomyhan]

a/n: slowly coming back into it but i was writing something else on and off while i was away but i havent finished it so i just ultimately decided to do another one of these just because i love how i can focus on so many characters and just type away so have this while i figure some things out on my end for you all <3

warnings: theres only nsfw for like 2 characters but ill let you know lol

mayo: wedding :)

strap tf in because ever since writing that ramon wedding hc i have not stopped thinking about that topic but with my mayo and i have little to no shame to admit to you all that i have thought about his ass and a wedding subject more than once but i just never got around to it but 👀👀 lemme say i am having troubles with myself on deciding what i can briefly talk about and not get myself carried on writing a whole ass presentation,,,,, i just ,,,,, want to at least get an idea out here 👀 see if anyone could be interested 👀👀 but OHHHH i just i want to scream into the abyss when i think about this subject with HIM <\3 like me muero mE MUERO because i know for a mf’ing fact my consentido would call you “mi esposa” even before you two actually get married,,, like he’s emocionado about the whole thing as it leads up to that day :((( him introducing you to everyone new as like “mira, deja les presento a mi esposa,.... mi chula” :(( ,, this stupid smile on his face as he lets his arm wrap around your waist and keep you close to him as he introduces you when you two are barely engaged or something and i dont know why that makes me fall to my knees and sob,, wow and just imagining how this man would stress yet be as cool as anything to make this the most perfect day for you,,,because as i have kind of briefly gone over,,, once this mf actually falls in love, que hasta he forgets anyone else other than you exists,, you know marriage is not far from the path hes on,, and it just comes naturally,,, so when i imagine that the day does come,,, he makes this shit the biggest thing ever in sinaloa,, its going to last for dayssss,,  complacendote in any and everything,, making sure to not have you have any stress on your head all day long,, he just wants to see you to be happy, blissful and smiling all day long because of him yyy ay cabron hold on,,,, i just without getting too into this knowing myself,,, can you all just take a minute and imagine the grand ass church/ceremony he would do this at,,, una pinche elegancia that even guero is questioning how much money this mf blew for your wedding day,,, el todo pinshe pienado :( the simple FucvinG waY HE would look at you throughout the whole thing like you just gave him the best regalo de la vida :((( him probably wanting to just hold your hand for all 24 hours of that day and more,,, the little glances and small smiles he would give you throughout the vows down until he can kiss you :((((((( and the reception yalll ayyy no,,, him not letting you be away from him for more than 2 inches,, :( walking around together como marido y mujer and shit :((( dancing to your song ,,,, the honeymoon after wards :))))))) ayyy GUEY im sorry ill stop i just- wedding+mayo=my entire heart and i dont want to dump that whole thing just yet on this available space i have here :(( but this has been my proposal on the idea :( ok bye now

rafa- (slight/only a mention because i cant stop myself)

ingasu ,,,, mi pinshe bonbonnnnnnnn ,,,, i have a need  a want to get a ramble of thoughts out and this is what this is,, but dont worry ill come back for him when i have a straight mind and an actual structure of writing for him because OUGHHH how can i not?  now  wow get out of my mf’ing way here becauseeee lord just when i think the wakanda forever trailer couldnt top the idea of chadwicks tchalla character coming back again :( +++ the announcement they made that tenoch would be playing namor a while back,,,,  these mf’s actually  decided to kill me and add in namor’s character in the trailer as well when i had already fell to my kness at a walmart parking lot just by the first second of that trailer,, and i just descended upon the clouds themselves when i saw him my god i was not expecting to be fed so well early on,,, because now let me guide you all back to watch the trailer if you didnt catch a good ass glimpse like i did to look at this bitch’s physique ,,, like get a good fucking look at this mfs back,, yess his fuckin back ,, his damn shoulders i cRY YALL ,, thAT LaDies and gentlemen,, is a man ,, now LISTENNN I AM not a marvel blog whatsoever but i would be lying through my soul if i told yall those 2 second clips of him on that trailer awoke and brought back my unconditional love for him and what better than to add rafa back in this mf and let me respectfully simp for mi pelos chinos consentido de shulada de hombre again,, and i just- i couldnt contain myself imagining the wayyyyyy he would love to let you scratch his back :)) when hes pounding away at youuuuu but damn omg let me just stop,, lol that wasnt planned for him today because i knew this man radiated bde but namor???? tenoch ???? placed to finally extra cherry i needed on top because i just couldnt get that once scene where hes walking into that wedding party with his scarface suit on out of my mind for a while and i just- i could not handle the thought of the two of you turning heads everytime the two of you walk into a building or party because the radiationnnn,, its about the radiation you two set off when youre both walking into a party,, arms tangled into the other as you both walk in,, heads held high off the fucking ground,, both of your outfits being that high end material, that just compliments the others in a beautiful way ,, him leading you around either with you dangling off his arm :) or leading you sit down so you dont get tired :) but ughhh his dumbass smile never wiping off his face because he knows everyone is staring at the two of you ,,just him having a thing for showing you off and it’s the best damn feeling when it’s neither of you trying,, it comes natural with they way the aura is set around you two when you walk into a place and that sets me off,,, And wow,, thank you for coming to my brief brain fart session,, take what i told you today as a topic starter with me  

amado: baile/jaripeo 

ayyyy hasta pego un grito de los buenos imagining something like this with him :( and maybe it’s just meeee because ive been keeping busy going to these and all ;) but imagining pinshe amado going with you :) bailando to like a banda song or something,(im imagining something like y llegaste tu or something more movidita like ayer la vi por la calle because the vueltas would be more fast paced ya know? and i know only maybe a few people are going to understand what im talking about so im sorry if you’re questioning wtf im even saying right now lol)  but anyways i just imagine he would have  his arm wrapped around your back and just holding you close to him when he does he vueltas or the small steps to the rhythm ya know? leading you around the steps, :(  his other hand is just holding una pinshe chela bien fria+ not me imagining how the thought of him drinking his chela while dancing with you had me in a grip im sorry ,,,, and aughhH its something about that image, and the thought of your steps being in unison and flowing as smooth as possible hmnnnn,,,, him vestido de negro because he knows no other colors,, his shirt slightly opened with that chain he has on showing fff- hair slightly down but with that natural flow he has going on with it, your frame being whisked away by his tall ass, and like the hand thats wrapped around you ocsassionaly going down and resting on top of your ass ay his little gold watch glowing from the sun or something and wow ,, his own little smirk plastered onto his face and all, when he tightens his hold around you his reina AUGH,,,,, all while one of your hands are holding the back of his neck, your other on his shoulder ,, you just letting him lead you away, your own small smile on your face ugh byE, i love that image,,,, the two of you probably even lean in to kiss the other when you want ay,,, lowkey humming the songs too and bye i want this with him

ramon:  

yall im so sorry to be in my feelings today but i have been bombarded and read up a lot of nsfw things for ramon lately in this AO and i just lets take a minute to breathe ok you horndogs ,, let me dip my fingers in atleast into these waters slowly again before we go back out into that region once more becauseeeeee i just wanted to voice something on mi niño enamorado because it occurred to me while i was writing this other hc i have in the works and i just, i couldnt help but have the itch to imagine ramon being soft with quality time guys,,, quality time in a relationship is something i see ramon loving to do because he may be rich and seem like the type to be boujee on all his dates which sure,, he might do the first few times with you and all that,, but eventually for him,, to be in the mere presence of you is something he breathes off of and never wants to go without , so let me unroll this out for you all,, because the first thing,,, is the thought of him obviously loving to go out to clubs with you,, i feel as though this has been thoroughly established enough just because of the thought of the two of you being dressed to the ninesss,, hanging off of the other, and dancing up on the other in that close space with the beat of the music surrounding you two,, makes it a whole vibe alright,, and even if you dont want to dance,, the thought of just having you sitting on his lap or right next to him up on the vip section, dressed up but sitting prettily against him as he has an arm wrapped around you is just POETRY, or when youre not with him,, maybe you went to get yourself a drink,, you looking back to wheres he just watching you,, you giving him this soft ass smile and his enamorado ass just flashing you a smile back, eyes lit up with that small glint and all ayy no  le da orgullo al cabron that hes the one youre with :))) or in this second example,, having those video game dates :( because we’ve seen that being consistent with him because in s1 he has going crazy on that retro ass game and in s3 he had his little console :( and ughhh i just couldnt help but almost cry at the thought of him wanting to play video games with you as a date :((( the two of you having the loudest but friendly arguments that it echoes around the house as you play against the other,, a shit ton of snacks dispersed all around the floor of the two of you as you both are solely focused on getting the upper hand on the other, smiles on your faces as you both sit next to eachother on the ground probably from how intense it could get,, the two of you probably sabotage the other in a friendly way just to hear the other scream as one of you gets closer to first place  ay no i cry at that thought because those are definitely going to be core memories <like even the juniors probably even join in when they come around> :(  or even on example #3,,, the thought of having dates over at the others house,, and just cuddled up like,, him laying back with you sitting in between his legs, your back to his chest, curled into him and just watching like ,,,, cartoons :( probably with even more snacks spread out all over the place,,, the volume of the tv damn near filling up the whole house, both of your laughters following after when something happens on the tv, im sorry yall i cry to all of this because its just small moments or even big moments are the biggest thing for him when it comes to you,, doesnt matter as long as hes with you and youre both having fun :(((( se enamora mas mi niño bye (also im totally not listening to ojitos lindos by bad bunny and bawling my eyes out because that is my bebes song that describes what imagine him being for you his nena :((( )

benjamin: 

slow mornings yalL SLOW MORNINGSSSSSSS with benjamin,,,,, allow me to sob but explain because i just get so sentimental and soft around this man, i love him and cherish him but wow,,, now i know you all can tell hes a puntual type of man,, hes never late to shit,, hes on time about everything and i just feel like he likes to be busy doing things all the time so much that he never catches a break because then he would have a breakdown if he even just sits back for once so :))) the thought of you being the cause for a slow morning once for him that unravels his want to do them from then on just :( sets me,,,, and while slow mornings with him i can picture things like maybe just the two of you cuddling in bed,, getting breakfast sent up to the two of you as you just bask in eachother presence :(( or something like the two of you watching the other get ready,,, dropping kisses on eachother every time you pass eachother in the bedroom,, him on his part slacking tf off when he watches you simply brush your hair out or just pick out something for the day to wear when youre just wearing his shirt:( because he definitely just stares at you longingly/lovingly and him def coming up behind you to hug you and just kiss you ughh these are most definitely not off the table but for todays focus,, i just want to say something and start us out on how we got to that stage because  like dont you dare say to me otherwise that he doesnt sleep without touching some part of you or holding you,,, because the generic type of sleep i see him getting is either when youre sleeping on his chest :( or him spooning you from behind and holding you from when he sleeps and shuts his eyes to until he wakes up and has to go ya know,,, and :( i just imagine him waking up before you,, his hair being a big tangled mess, he would have an arm under you to keep you from rolling off his chest :(,, his other hand might be holding yours thats resting on his chest :( im - him just breathing in a deep breath from where he has his face buried into your hair :(,, giving you a small kiss on the top of your head as he just gives you these soft h e a r t eyes as he stares down at your sleeping form :((( stop no one look at me,, and i just imagine him doing like a deep sigh because he lowkey wouldnt want to leave the bed or you,, :((( but him either way, slightly moving out of bed,, but at the slowest rate possible because he doesnt want to wake you up :((( and ughhh him already feeling bad once he feels your arm tighten around him,, youre doing a long sigh signifying your waking up :( and ay no as soon as you open your eyes youre met with his sorry ones :( and your voice asking him where hes going his ass is already sitting hismelf back down telling you he has to go :( but me and him would be lying if he wouldnt go back in bed with you if you asked him,, and omg, i cant because the way you would quite literally tug him back down,, you groggily looking up at him con esos ojitos :( asking him another 30 minutes wont hurt him,, you bet hes smiling down at you and laying down again :(( not even worrying if those 30 minutes turn into an hour as long as youre happy and keep him in place :((( i just- wow this mf turns into a puddle when it comes to you i dont know

kitty: 

now heh i wasnt exactly targeting something exact for him, but i just fell into the mood in wanting to write something for him right now in these blurbs and i just went with what came to mind on the spot which is making out :))) because he def gives off that vibe of wanting to be attached to your lips constantly it’s almost something everyone has to be prepared to walk into when they’re looking for either of you two at some point in time but also because i just want to imagine some soft shit like this where neither of you have to do more other than kissing if you dont feel like it,, its just a way of outing your love for the other by kissing :( a physical thinggg ya know? but either way i imagine the way hes still giving you those ojitos :( , small smile on his face when he leans back away from you just to gaze upon you :( ughh and honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if it’s one of the essential building blocks in your relationship with him im sorry,,, because get this, im just imagining him sitting on the couch, slouched back, with you on top of him :) both of you fully clothed just slightly messy,,, his hands having trouble focusing if they want to rest on your ass or wander up your back, your own hands moving away from his chest :) to hold the side of his face :) the both of you probably having these irresistible smiles as you try to keep kissing the other but instead little breathless giggles keep escaping from the both of you ugh im sorry but :( the thought of him moving one of his hands to cup the side of your face when you both slightly lean away from the other and just stupidly smile as you both look at the other,, a light warmth spreading across both of your faces and cheeks from how close you both were,,, the intimacy of it all making you both go on a high and just want to keep your kissing session going,, him having literal soft he a rt eyes as he just stares up at you :( his other arm securing you even closer to him and his voice coming out lightly and scratchy like “te amo bebe” :(((( bye no one touch me right now 

barron: (***nsfw)

now listen up my barron fuckers   i was going to do a whole soft blurb type of thing right now for him but i know some of you guys are probably on the edge of hitting me across the face for taking my dandy ass time on his nsfw hc,, so im gving you all a small dose today just to tame some hairs alright? alright cool,, because doggy style? is our topic for today and it just  almost screams his name off for me on this topic,, because for one, it’s a rough and dominant vibe that goes along with him just right that it will guarantee to make you lose all common sense and make you sore for the next week but also secondly ,,it gives him a view of being able to see your whole body from behind :) with your ass up in the air :) your hands digging into the material underneath you as youre on all fours :)) him having a death grip on your hips as he pumps into you,,, him def pushing your head back down onto the pillows by tangling his hand into your hair if you start to come up just so he can have that arch for you :)) and ughhh i dont know the thought of you moving one of your hands above you to just grip the sheets as he has you in that position,, your other hand :) coming to lay itself on top of one of his hands on your hip :)) threading your fingers through his and just tightening your grip onto his as he pumps into you in that rough and steady pace ugh,, you :) moving your head to the side and looking over your shoulder at him :) moans spilling past your lips as you scrunch your face together,,, throwing a small smile his way from the way hes making you feel hnnngg,,, omg him leaning his frame over you :)) one of his hands coming to hold your hand thats above your head on the sheets,, his other hand thats threading with yours just guiding you down to touch your swollen clit :) him helping you apply the right amount of pressure that it gets your eyes to roll back as he continues to thrust into you at an angle now,, fuuuc- him biting along that part of your skin where your shoulder meets your neck, just breathing heavily into your ear as your lewd moans continue to come out of you uncontroablly im sorry for this wow 

arturo: (***nsfw)

yeeeeeahhhhh :) giving you 3 total arturo fuckers a taste as well  because he is a  car sex type of beat and im sorry because his pinshes camisas wangas get me , if you know you know,, :)) like you running your hand over his chest underneath hiss shirt as youre on top of him :) neither of you separating from this make out session between the two of you,, the heavy breathing you both would be doing would not help at all but just make the windows fog up,,, him :) struggling to lift this skirt you would be wearing as youre grinding away on top of him with your legs on either side of him,, his groans encouraging you even more and your soft moans only urging him to fumble against you even more :)and  hnnnngg i cant at the thought of him bringing his lips away from yours to kiss your chest,, hurriedly moving your top away from your skin just so he can see the way your breasts spill out for him :) his hands moving to cusp your ass and lift your hips up :) letting him slide into you :) him hissing out into you when he feels your nails dig into his chest :) his name rolling of your lips :) when you toss your head back slightly when you feel him bottom out :) wow his grip just roughly kneading your skin,, getting you to lightly grind your hips against his to get you comfortable :) and just slowly building momentum up until he can have you bouncing on top of him :))) him continuing to leave small marks on your chest as he thrusts up into you,,,  his eyes constantly looking up at you so he can focus on your face,,, audibly grunting out when he feels the pressure continuing to grow as you palm his chest :) your head tilting back down to look at him as you begin to meet his thrusts halfway :)) your entire face just scrunching up as you start to become more and more desperate and youre not sure if its because of the constant rough pumping of him and the way he just has you fucking yourself on top of him or if its because of the heat kicking up a few notches from both your heavy breathing and movements in such a confined space but either way it has you both holding the other like a damn lifeline that bound to explode any minute and i just - wow

güero:

here i go again with yet another pair-able soft topic for him,,,, god man :/ im sorry but güero and benjamin remind me of eachother so much i sometimes mix up writing ideas/topics of the two of them and i just thought i could share that to see if anyone else can relate to me because for one try and convince me otherwise this man,, mi güerito, mi hector is not the most love blinded soul that there is here,, try and tell me he is not the type of partner that is going to put you above all else simply because he’s that infatuated with you and head over heels twice in love with you,, this mf probably has a whole ass wedding plan ready by the first hour of your first date you ever had with him because he would have that sense of when he’s found his one and only :(( try to sit there and tell me he is not late for the most important or little things just because he was so caught up trying to button up his dress shirt but failing to do so at the end of the bed because you were 2 feet away from him getting ready yourself or brushing your hair out because he stops all and any process he was doing simply because he was off in his own world looking at you with that soft enamorado look in his eyes that his eyes would fucking dilate because they’re cast upon you :( ,,, and if he could he would turn into a mush puddle of himself if you catch him looking and flash him a soft smile through the mirror or look over your shoulder at him and give him heart eyes back because i shake at the overwhelming feeling he would feel at that moment because his favorite person, el amor de su vida loves him back the same way he does and that makes his love for you grow every damn day :((( please convince me that he isn’t the type that when you walk into the room while he’s negotiating or talking with some of the guys about the business that he totally doesn’t just forget the conversation at hand,, let his thoughts run off into emptiness and simply just let his eyes zone in on you because you take his breath away it physically hurts his heart to tear his eyes away from you,, his tesoro de su vida :( or that he won’t just drop whatever conversation or task at hand whenever he hears you call his name out because if he’s going to listen to you and help you with whatever problem or question you have, he should give you his 101% attention with that soft low voice of his going “aqui estoy, que paso mi amor” while bringing his hand out to hold yours and guide you towards him so you stand in between his legs :(((,, allowing you the option of you want to sit on his lap so he can wrap his arm around you,, the everlasting longing look in his face if you reach your other hand out and caress the side of his face omg it would make him feel like you gave him the literal tierra y mar to make a planet out of love for you and i crY i absolutely literally bawl to him ayy no GÜEY CALLENSE ill stop here because i have a feeling i could go on for a good hot hour if i continue for my soft bebe :(

miguel angel:

mmmm this man too,, it’s been a hot minute since ive acknowledged him and it’s only because recently i saw an old gif set of him,, and i just couldn’t help but feel incapacitated because i saw that teasing glint in his eyes that he sometimes has and aughh,,,, so for todays focus i wanted to zero in on reassurance because this man would lowkey be a whore for it since he has so many walls built around him, but also because there’s a lot of ways this can go about and i feel vulnerable just thinking about it with him,,, like on exhibit a . i can imagine this going down when he’s doing those business meetings but over dinner type of setting you know? like it could be him stressing over it, or him on the edge of lashing out over some dumb shit his business partner just slipped out,, but i just imagine you :( discreetly moving your hand under the table, gently placing your hand on his thigh or even moving to hold his hand on top of the table like it’s a normal pda thing but for him it’s everything,, but either way when it comes from you it has this calm manner that you wash over him that it just automatically makes his temper go away and be at ease because youre right there with him acting like his personal rock, something I’ve always connected with him when he’s in a relationship :( and this would be one of those examples :( because i just imagine him letting his physical tension go away at that second and glance over at you and it’s like everything wrong just goes away in that second :( i dont know man i just im soft for that type of feeling :( or take exhibit b. as another way i can see this, like you know those times where we sometimes see him panicking before he has to do some big negotiation that could change the business ? yeah , i can just picture something where he’s just waiting for the seconds that feel like hours to him , to count down until he has to leave, but he’s already dressed up but he wouldn’t have his suit jacket on because he feels like the room is burning up, and it’s just so much stress that his collar of his shirt is untucked, his previously slicked back hair is slowly coming out of place, him pacing back and forth, probably muttering so much nonsense inside his head he doesn’t even notice that you walked in the room 5 minutes ago and have been staring him down, slightly worried :( and it’s not until you actually walk up to him, saying his name a bit louder while you place a hand on his shoulder to get him to stop moving that he actually comes back down to earth at that moment :( you seeing this slight panic and vulnerable look in his eyes as you smooth the worry lines over his face :( and just ,,, you giving him. this soft reassuring smile as like a quiet signal for him to blurt out whatever is on his mind (acting like his fucking rock im telling you) :( and youre just fixing him up again, straightening his shirt to look as sharp as ever, smoothing back his hair as you just listen to him and give him some slight encouragement that there’s nothing to worry about :( he’s just overthinking shit and omg i cant because i just imagine this soft loving ass look he’s shooting you with when he hears your soft voice speak back to him, fixing him up better than ever and you don’t even know, you have not a single clue just how much your apoyo and even just the small little things you do help him in more ways than one and just :( you give him the need to push but also be the person for him to let his worries out to with no shame and just breathe for once and i just i love that im sorry yall

enedina:

hahaaa surprise yallll, i actaully decided and braved up to write some words for her today and I’m going to see for the first time if it all works out, so naturally for me so i can feel comfortable and build up from here, we’ll start small, and i wanted to begin with something similar like miguel angel, but platonically and sibling-like for mi reina today,, because oooO the thought of being siblings and having this special bond with her put me in a mood, because when i think of you being siblings with her and how she carries herself,, she definitely ends up reflecting all of that attitude and confidence down onto you,, who she looks at like her hermanita/o no matter what age you reach,, you will always be her bebe who she looks over but makes her right hand man in anything and everything,, so getting quite to the point and cutting things briefly before i make a whole ass essay on being siblings with dina and what adventures that brings i want to set some examples because what does being her right hand mean? what does being her person to lay back on and talk about everything that comes to mind with? :( not only does it mean the two do you are always around eachother like a package duo,,, but it means that she’s always talking aloud everything to you, no matter if it’s the business, what she did last night, or the most random shit but she’s always speaking freely to you and you right back at her :( *special bonding moment sorry* and im sorry to take quite a turn here, :((( but :( that scene where she’s just absolutely devastated when she lost claudio :( not talking to anyone at all :( it doesn’t mean she shuts you out :( because :( you know how i said that her personality def rubbed off on you ? :( it means youre quite fuckkng stubborn when it comes down to shit like this with her,,, that youre the only one she actually lets in :( like I’m imagining you sneaking into her room in the early morning after it all happened :( giving her the tightest hug :( and just letting her break down into you :( and like you know when she’s watching her wedding tape back again? and she’s crying :( i imagine she would be laying her head in your lap :( hugging you :( while she has your arms wrapped around her, just quietly comforting her :( being her rock :( and it just feels like a refresher almost because she knows she doesn’t have to talk at all with you, because you would know her so well, and know how to comfort her at the right temperature until she’s ready :( and ughhh yeah :( i dont know :(

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Ramón Salazar - Dating Headcanon

warning : tiny hurt/comfort, kiss

Info : So this sweet little thing (which was really necessary Salazar needed to write something small again) I hope you like it and other fans enjoy reading :)

@ghostssi

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He is a lord of an old bloodline of aristocrats a lord over lands and even though he sometimes wished he lived in the times of his grandfather, which were still times of splendor, he knew he had duties. But he would like to fill these duties in his spare time with someone who loved him.

But it would take time to develop this love from a typical initial letter contact. The writing a fine flourish of his beloved the young aristocrat reciprocated every time they could write. When he gave her flowers and she sent him her embroidery.

A correspondence that led to his collection that he collected in books, meticulously writing down everything his lady of the heart liked to please her when she would visit him one day. An initial contact that eventually led to a meeting after some time. A meeting of a lord with the lady who would hopefully make him happy.

A meeting that he knew would be difficult because of his looks, his height was not the ideal image of a blue-blooded arisocrat and yet she never gave him that feeling.

But just as little did he give her the feeling of not being enough for him, ,,Having your company pleases me more and more in my heart every day,” he told her when he saw the hint of uncertainty in her gaze. Her insecurity met his own and yet, especially in the beginning of their relationship, he would not allow it.

She didn't judge him, she even wore extra flat shoes and didn't let on that he was smaller and that he reminded her of her size despite her now small fortune.

He had suffered enough and wanted to put it behind him, which is why he was always by her side, not only to show her his closure but also to show her renewal. ,,As a token of my gratitude for your acceptance,” he said, gently taking her hand in his, the aristocrat's pink lips trailing a kiss on it as he showed her the new rose garden, the flowers in her favorite color.

Gave her the opportunity to decorate the rooms of the castle, to give the walls something she couldn't. ,,A nobleman's castle is his lady's house and should please her,” he had told her when the two of them had set to work with paint and brushes not only on the walls but also on the walls.

The little ideas between them on their dates were not just about his castle, they went on trips to the forest and the lakes together. He had picnics prepared and bought a daguerreotype camera to capture these moments between them.

The holding still to wait for the shutter release usually ended in giggles and smiles that they both tried to hide behind a fan or a hand. ,,Your smile is pretty” her words had reached him a thing no one had ever said to him a thing that made him feel insecure at first but when she took his hands she assured him that she meant it, that she wasn't judging him and kissed him gently so that the pink rouge of her own lips could be seen.

These sweet moments they shared between them, these moments they had away from his duty and work. They were moments of a relationship, their dates and appointments that showed him that despite all the bad things against him in this world, he was loved and in the end he didn't need the cult to get recognition and acceptance because he had her and he would give her everything because he loved her with all his heart.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Lessons for the last castellan

Ramón Salazar x fem!teacher reader

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, kiss, little emotional

Summary : Every nobleman had to follow the etiquette of rules and this also applied to the latest Kastelan Ramón Salazar. What the aristocrat didn't know was that it was a teacher who would come to his castle at his age. A lord who had to restrain himself to learn and a teacher who saw more than potential in a gnome was almost the beginning of a fairy tale.

info : Ramón even though it's the first of November and winter isn't quite here yet I thought why not something a little more emotionally fluffy, so enjoy the read :)

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At the age of twenty, according to the official law, everything belonged to him. After the death of his parents in the tragedy, he was the eighth and currently last Salazar in Spain.

A nightmare for some other families, but for the young lord something that brought him status and influence, an influence that compensated for many other things he did not have.

Although he had already inherited all the lands and the castle with the death of his last blood and had been Lord Salazar from a young age, up to this point no one had told him anything, let alone told him what to do.

From the morning he applied the pink lip rouge, hoping to cover his own shame and resemble his early ancestors, to the day he spent his time strategising and building and the night his gaze lingered long in the fireplace.

What he didn't realise, however, was the letter that was brought to his castle one autumn day, ,,From the estate of your honourable father my lord" the servant had told him when he opened the letter and recognised the black writing as that of his father.

His shouted command chased the older man out as instead of words of goodwill, apologies and fatherly care he found only an order.

A visit that would come to him to carry out the office of castellan with honour, full of grace and wisdom, he was to rule for as long as he lived…a bad joke, as Ramón thought, who didn't need to look in the mirror to know how long he had left, ,,Liar…my own blood is laced with lies!" he hissed, crumpled up the paper before throwing it into the fireplace and letting himself fall almost powerlessly into the armchair.

A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he realised that despite the death of his parents he would never escape them, ,,Even in death you wish you had power over me father" Salazar muttered bitterly and closed his eyes exhausted as the pain of his fragile existence and the rage was too much for him. Even as a lord, the ghosts of the past were never calm, something was never going to change.

The time of waiting seemed to kill the young man even faster than it already was, the application of his make-up in the morning became more and more shaky as the date of the teacher's arrival approached.

His shouts and orders became louder when something didn't work and the fire in the fireplace was only kept alive by him with scorched speeches.

And at the end of the day he locked himself away alone with the decades-old wine, tears blurring his make-up. Pictures of his father thrown in the corner shared places with his beloved mother which he pulled out again full of shame and he decided to do it differently.

,,I'm the new lord so I'll do the greeting how I want" he decided at the end of the night and gave the picture of his parents one last contemptuous yet loving look before closing his eyes and hoping for a good reunion.

Waiting in the main hall on the balcony, he looked down when he saw the person wrapped in a cloak enter, his few servants already taking care of the luggage and preparing the classroom, ,,Welcome to my castle, I am Ramón Salazar eighth castelan of this estate and all the lands standing around," he announced, looking down as the person took off the hood of the cloak.

Not an older man stood there with bad posture and yellowish teeth, not even a lad or anything else to his surprise a young woman stood there with a slight smile on her lips she looked up at him, ,,A pleasure to meet you my lord…pity you are not facing me for a proper introduction" she said.

Ramón instantly felt the shame and anger flush his cheeks and he was grateful for the make-up applied. As a Castellan, I am above her…and yet she is right, he thought and retreated from the stone mamoor railing to walk down the stairs to her.

The closer he got to her the more nervous he became, a fact that bothered him, he had no reason and yet as he stood opposite her he bowed lower than he had intended because when he saw her satisfied smile he felt the brief pride in himself.

He had done something right and had been recognised for it…and maybe it was the first time someone had looked at him for more than a few seconds without looking instantly disgusted…maybe she was actually quite nice he dared to think as he held out his hand to her.

,,How pleasant and courteous Ramón" she praised him, her smile was satisfying and he could feel the warmth on his cheeks but not out of anger but perhaps out of something in his heart.

The lessons consisted of hardly anything new that he didn't know besides normal subjects like maths, physics, history he put special emphasis on family history to write down everything meticulously for her, ,,If the extent itself is too much for you, my library is at your disposal until the time of my first forefear…my dear Miss" he bowed slightly and smiled when he saw the small brooch with the blue rose on her simple black dress, one of his favourite flowers which she had learned in a meal with him.

As annoyed as he had been with her in the first few weeks, he had to admit that her intelligence and almost cheekiness amused him, ,,My dear miss, flattery won't get you anywhere, besides, the library is asking for heaven on this subject my dear Ramón" she returned and a quick rattle of her keychain reminded him that she already had access to almost everything in the castle.

The subject was more of a reminder from the lord to give him something harder next time, something that would challenge him and not mother him, a thought that also made him angry.

For a few weeks, which soon turned into several months, she was something like a point of calm, this something in reality that reminded him that his family was history and nothing more and that she was the only thing that kept him here and didn't make him go crazy.

Because his thoughts might have been calmed too often between the hatred of his family and his blood by her lovely existence. Something she probably saw in his gaze and held her next to him, ,,If you like, I would like to have another meal together… and perhaps a private conversation in your chambers," she said.

Watching him successfully as the expression of distaste on his face disappeared and he resumed the posture he had learnt, kissing the back of her hand briefly and letting her go with a ,,I will gladly accept the audience, once again my being is yours" and he heard the opening and closing of the large wooden door which gave a soft creak as he remained.

Alone in the room and felt the warmth of her hand on his cool hand, the voice of his parents fell silent and the two of them only listened for a moment. A moment in which he had only himself and her.

But the warmth she radiated, the blush on her cheeks and the grin she gave him when his lips kissed her hand had enchanted him. A rapture that didn't diminish until the moment he had dressed himself up and set a few cakes on the table in his room and a few books on his favourite subjects in history, knowing that she was just waiting for him to make a mistake and they would both go to the library together to look for the solution.

Before there was a knock at his door and he opened it for her the gold buttons of his tails flashed to match her earrings which he gave her as a present for the first month, ,,A pleasure to have you here" he said as she entered to make room for her before he closed the door and sat down on the couch with her.

She looked at the table and the sideboard and seemed pleased with it and a sigh escaped her as she savoured the freshly brewed tea that had been poured into the fine porcelain cup, ,,A pleasure to enjoy this," she said and they both smiled, a smile that didn't leave either of them until the moment she found his ancestor in the books, his exact chapter and that of his parents.

Ramón was so absorbed in reading about the Napoleonic wars that he only looked up from the book when he saw her pause in her reading…she had seen the image of him in black and white in his first form, as an ugly child, misshapen and more dead than alive, ,,Don't look at it!" he cried out, knocking the book from her hands.

Ramón clutching her hands painfully, his name on her lips and she saw it clearly, the other side the hate-filled death side, ,,Never look at me like that again!" he screamed and she saw in the mirror her fearful look, fear, hate and disgust were the emotions he was always met with…it didn't have to be like this.

She shook her head slowly, a look of fear turning to understanding and pity as she saw the tears threatening to blur the white make-up, ,,I won't…Ramòn, look at me, what is it that you see?’ she said slowly, moving her head closer to his, the two of them almost touching.

She saw exactly how he paused she looked at the ghosts of his parents the voices of hate and dislike shouted at him and he shook his head slightly before he gave a cautious, ,,A-Accept and...love?" and held her hands more gently.

She placed her hands on his cheek and nodded, ,,Yes…that's right no bad image only the truth you see with me is important" she reminded him, giving him what she really thought and showing him what she thought of him as she pointed to her reports which he took and left.

Touched by every hour that made him smile and love her words were honest, encouraging him to keep going but most of all her own affection that increased whenever she saw the honourable lord and not that other past mistaken side.

,,It's the truth" he said softly and she nodded in agreement before stroking his cheek the white stained her hand too before pulling him into a gentle kiss, the first kiss of love for real love since his parents’ marriage since the moment before his birth.

Love as she heard his relieved shaky sigh she herself felt the joy in her rapidly cupping heart as she realised that Ramón's father had been wrong, his son the eighth castellan was greater than he would ever be he had a heart and he was capable of loving in his own special way.

It was the moment when Salazar Ramón had the hope that he could truly become the eighth lord who overcame all others with hope and love instead of hostility and hatred in his heart.

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@lovesick-on-the-loose , @goldenponcho , @ramontism , @xgrisleyx

@trash-flowerss

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Would you ever write more for Ramón Salazar?? I’d love to see it :0x especially more for reader inserts that are not royals (I loved the maid one you made)

A modest life for a moment

Ramón Salazar x farmer!reader (fem)

warning : fluff, kiss, no use for Y/n

Summary : With the first rays of summer sunshine, the castellan hoped that his health would improve. What he hadn't realised was that on his ride he would meet a woman farmer who lived such a different life to him that he was tempted to visit her house and, above all, her everyday life. Who knows, maybe the nobility liked it too and her.

info : Thanks for the new Ramón request, it's been a while since I wrote for him again. I'm sorry that it took so long, university is more exausting than i thought. I wish you and the others a lot of fun reading :)

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Someone from a noble house with the eighth generation in Spain had had everything he desired and should desire all his life. The large bookcases with books that reached back to his great-grandfather and further, his mother's rooms with reminders of her beauty in pictures and parchments and the cellar with its secret passages, wines and cells for those who would stand against him.

It was a castle, the castle of the Salazar family, in which he would be born and in which he would spend his life, no matter how long or short it would be.

Ramón had everything and yet… yet he longed for the outside world, the world outside the castle walls, which he only left to go to the garden in the summer or to look at the blooming meadows and fields in the spring, wearing a fur coat, which belonged to him and which yielded a harvest for him.

But above all, summer, the one day when the sun woke him through the heavy satin curtains, he called for his servant ,,I want to go for a ride today. Saddle the horses and get the carriage ready. I want to be ready after breakfast,” he demanded first.

Before he was helped out of his nightshirt and into his noble attire, and only a few moments later went to breakfast to satisfy his hunger. The sun that also shone on him in the hall made him smile slightly, the memories of his deceased mother when he was simply a highborn son, had no responsibilities yet.

The moment in memories was pleasantly safe, not like the future that awaited him, and yet when he felt the warmth, the natural warmth of the sun that helped him with his illness. ,,No one can imagine the nature of such power,” he murmured, squinting up at the sun shining through the large window as he closed his eyes to avoid being blinded too much. He then disengaged when he heard the announcement that the carriage was ready.

The crackling of wood and the neighing of the two animals could be heard as the castellan got into the carriage, which would actually have room for four people, but who was supposed to ride with him when he seemed to be the only nobleman in the province?

With a knock on the wooden wall, the cracking of the whip followed as the coachman drove off, he sensed the presence of his two servants at the back of the carriage and sighed for a moment and closed his eyes.

Just because the sun was there, he was not perfect, his size, the pain of his bones and his insides, the skin wrinkled and torn in some places and yet he was in a presence of such beauty as nature.

The nature he hated and admired, hated for what it had done to him and loved for all it had created, ,,But that's the gift of nature,” he laughed bitterly and pulled aside the small curtain to look outside.

They had surrounded the village, which was a few minutes away from his castle, and found themselves in a somewhat open area where he had often ridden before, ,,Slow down, I want to see nature better!” he shouted and heard how the hooves of the horses no longer thundered over the ground and walked slowly.

Finally, he could see what didn't grow in his castle: apples, berries, and other flowers that couldn't be found in the dark castle courtyards. He wanted to stop for a few moments, to have a picnic, when he saw something or someone.

With a knock against the wood, the carriage came to a halt a few meters in front of the woman who looked at the vehicle with an uncertain glance and paused when the door of the carriage opened.

At first, Ramón wanted to scream at her in rage at what she was doing to his land and property, but the closer he came to her, the more he saw the state she was in, how different she was and, above all, the beauty nature had given her.

A contrast to his appearance, no make-up, no expensive fabrics or ugliness. ,,Have you lost your way? Has the beauty of nature driven you into confusion when it had tried to equal you?” he asked, smiling slightly, hoping that she would recover from her insecurity and not be afraid of him like others.

But to his surprise, she smiled and made a slight curtsy that couldn't have been cuter if it had been planned. ,,Have a wonderful day, my Lord Ramón,” she replied, making no effort to talk to him.

On the contrary, she picked the last apple from the tree and put it into her basket before she was about to leave and he reflexively reached for her wrist, ,,No… I mean, on a day like this, being close to the people is a virtue… if you wish and want, I would take Her confusion about the whole situation made her smile and marvel again.

Her lord stood before her, quite unlike the ones in the stories: he was friendly and helpful, not a tyrant or a monster. ,,If you please… thank you, Ramón,” she replied, and he held out his hand, which she took. He led her to the carriage, in which they both entered and continued on their way.

He supported her slightly as she swayed a little due to her first ride in a carriage, ,,Your first time in a carriage, my dear?” he asked and saw her somewhat shy nod as she held on to him and the basket of apples swayed back and forth.

Ramón saw her for the first time in the brief encounter, the warmth she radiated, the downcast look, she seemed almost a little intimidated by his world, something he didn't want.

,,My house is at the end of the fork on the right, thanks again for the ride, your kindness and will is loving Ramón,” she said after a few moments and squeezed his hand lightly.

She couldn't understand how someone like the other farmers thought he was so different, because all she was was a lord with riches who didn't act arrogantly and helped someone like her. ,,You are too kind, my dear, you fulfill my heart,” he replied, avoiding her gaze for a moment as his cheeks burned with warmth and he was almost afraid that it would show through his light makeup.

The carriage arrived at a small stud farm after a few moments, he saw a few animals, the house was adequate for them and a small field with the essentials for their supply. ,,A pretty house,” he said as he opened the door and helped her out.

She thanked him and they both went to their house, her hand on his and the warmth did not leave him. He enjoyed the moment and felt the sadness when she stood in the doorway and the farewell threatened… so it seemed at first.

But when he saw her looking at the apples, her reflection and the thought, ,,Would you perhaps like to stay for a cup of freshly pressed apple juice? It's not expensive wine, but it's the least I can do to repay you,” she asked, and was pleased to see the smile and bow of the older man.

Ramón kissed the back of her hand, her beauty only seeming more beautiful now that they had been together even longer and when the wooden door closed, the castellan realized the benefits of a simple life and that apple juice, when made with love and taste better than any riches, but above all, it was she who gave him all the beauty he ever wanted.

Together in love in this simple house, something blossomed between the lord and the simple peasant woman.

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@lovesick-on-the-loose , @goldenponcho , @xgrisleyx , @ghostssi , @ramontism , @trash-flowerss

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hello! I absolutely love your take on Ramón Salazar! May I please make a request for him with a reader who is awfully shy and who can hardly find her voice around him? She leaves a note apologizing for her inability to speak up and confesses that she quite enjoyed his company and is looking forward to see him again. Thank you! <3

Unspoken words on paper

Ramón Salazar x fem!aristocrat

warning : fluff, kiss (chaste)

Summary : Weekly long feasts were held at various castles and in the early summer of Spain such a feast took place at the castle of Ramon Salazar, surrounding lords and ladies came but one highborn lady in particular truly found something for young lords. Only the words seemed to fail her when her eyes looked at him, she never seemed to be able to say anything until an idea came to her and she reached for ink and paper.

info : Many thanks anon for the Ramón Salazar request it was really sweet to write this and hope you like it have fun everyone :)

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The letter with the seal inscribed in the dark wax had reached her with longing and joy as she reached for the letter opener and immediately recognized his handwriting.

Finally, after a break in the long winter, spring had come to Europe, freeing the lands of the rich and poor from snow and slowly restoring their colorful beauty, allowing people to go out longer without freezing, the sun slowly regaining its warmth and the mood lifting.

With this warmth also came the announcement and finally the invitation of the aristocrats of the Salazar family to her castle for the week-long festival where the nobles met again, the lords made contracts and agreements and their wives and ladies looked for parties to marry and exchanged the latest news.

But most of all she was there for him, the guest she had seen a few times before she was introduced to him and she had only uttered a pitiful ,,My lord" before her voice left her and she disappeared into the crowd again, but she would not give up this time she might even make it, her heart wanted to come closer to him.

The weeks that remained seemed endless and she had had new clothes tailored, jewelry brought and felt prepared as she looked at the dark blue fabric with the golden embroidery, the necklace with the dark blue gemstone hanging from her neck and the finger in her hand decorated with the finest stitch, ,,I can do this," she murmured to herself and looked at herself in the large mirror before she was in her carriage on the way to her castle a few days later.

Her maids rode the letter for her and tried to ease her nervousness, these human masses were a bit overwhelming but he Ramón seemed to make her heart beat so fast that her throat tightened with overwhelm, knowing how horribly some lords and especially the other ladies talked about him.

She didn't care, she had even stood up for him from time to time, he couldn't help his illness, his family had pushed him to give everything and greatness wasn't all that was reflected in the beauty of his castle but this side of blue-blooded people was merciless, ,,I always found your efforts so heartfelt my lord" she murmured the words she wanted to say to him but this constriction in her throat seemed to get worse the closer they got to the castle.

The last few hours seemed to be the height until she stepped out of the carriage her maids adjusted her dress one last time and she walked up the steps into the entrance the inside was familiar to her the great hall was decorated everything was wrapped beautifully he had outdone himself he truly wanted to be accepted.

She heard herself being announced as well the eyes were on her for a moment and her fingers clutched at her fan as she walked down the steps into the hall and found a few familiar faces at least, old friends from academies and meetings of parents she occasionally took a few of the snacks offered on silver trays and the champagne calmed her at least a little.

Until she heard her friend's voice softly in her ear, ,,The little lord seems to have been watching you for some time…oh here he comes," she said and she followed the older woman's gaze and to her excitement Ramón stood up from his place on the balcony and came down to his guests straight towards her.

Nervousness and excitement her heart skipped a beat as she saw the familiar smiling face, the white washed hair and yet that little smile on his lips, ,,A welcome to see you here my lady it pleases me to see that you have accepted my invitation and to see you here now delights me indeed" he said bowing slightly and with a nudge from her friend she curtseyed and was about to pull away when his hand gently placed itself on hers.

Warmth spread over her body as she spread her fan out and hid slightly behind it, almost flinching as his lips kissed the back of her hand, ,,Thank you my lord," she said so softly she wasn't sure he had heard it but that little chuckle from him told her he had.

She avoided his gaze a little until he seemed to find his courage in a place where he was usually only hurt and asked, ,,Would you accompany me a little?" She didn't utter a single sound but a hasty nod and she heard him laughing as she hooked his arm and continued to hide behind her fan.

Feeling his gaze full of gentleness and excitement, she had put on extra flat shoes and they seemed to be the same size, their clothes were similar in color and she had made it so that she had seen that he had looked at her dress several times, ,,Your dress is truly a sight for sore eyes, you should recommend these tailors to me," he said, trying to put some small talk between them and she only nodded.

He led her further around the room before they both went outside into the rose garden white roses lit golden by the light of the hall his voice of joy and stories reached her again but she barely said more than a few words until the bell announced the night and the highborn began to retire to the castle's assigned guest rooms to continue the celebration tomorrow.

,,I wish you a pleasant night, my lady," Ramón bid her farewell with a final bow and a kiss on her hand as she watched him disappear into the dark corridor before she hurried into her room with a hand on her heart and leaned against the door, relieved and even more attracted, her eyes looking around the room and finding the pen, the small inkwell and paper on the table.

An idea formed in her mind as she sat down at the table, pulled the candlestick closer and began to dip the tip of the quill into the ink the minutes passed hurriedly as she revealed her inner self to him with every word she sang from his arrival, his handsome appearance, how warm he was to her, his kindness and his compliments had made her heart ache despite the fact that she hadn't sighed.

The more she wrote, the more reassured and hopeful she became that maybe he would reciprocate, so they could keep in touch without her stumbling over her shyness, writing the sentences faster and more devotedly until she finished, hoping for another meeting in the next few days.

Looking at the letter for a moment she dropped it once before putting it in an envelope and writing her name on the back before ringing the bell for servants to take it to his Lord Salazar, the time seemed endless as she thought of the two kisses, his snaftiness towards her he seemed glad to have been endured by someone at all.

As she lay down in bed, snuggled into the blankets and pillows and closed her eyes, she felt inside that her heart would beat with his as soon as they met again the next morning and did each other a kindness.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Ramón Salazar - In a relationship

warning : obsession, angst, implied murder, Ramón being Ramón minus the romanticized aspect

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°His love and his duty are the madness he has to live with. If he had been born into a different family who loved him as he was, he would probably never have become like this. 

°But he wasn't and after laying his eyes on his beloved. He would have her brought to him and would use all the weapons, troops and powers of the cult to bring her to his castle. He would indirectly conquer her like the handsome prince in the fairy tales. 

°He would understand her confusion, fear and anger, but as a casteal he had many ways to make a woman of her status happy. Despite his painful childhood and his upbringing, he held on to the image of the noble prince. The image of his ancestors as his father had wooed his mother he would also woo his love. 

°He would always be around her, always amusing her from her room with activities and keeping her entertained. Whether it was walking through the castle gardens. Showing her the flowers, writing poems for her and having picnics. But the fact that he had kidnapped her and is holding her captive is something he overlooks.

°For him, she was voluntarily with him, a meeting of a lifetime, love at first sight. And he would do anything for her, his patience would be immeasurable and he would have new dresses brought to her every evening, made of the finest and most expensive fabric, to dance with her.

°After every dinner they would sit down quietly at the big table. For him it was the beautiful idea of togetherness, not seeing how the crockery on the plate clinked lightly, she had to hold back her tears again and again. 

°When she cried for fear that he would lock her up (which he never does, he loves her), he tried to calm her down by offering her a handkerchief and holding her in his arms. But he doesn't see her shocked look. He would try to calm her down with music and his lady realised that his love was serious after all. 

°He wouldn't let her go, which would only make her tears even worse. 

°But his patience would come to an end if one day you were no longer there. If Leon had not only freed Ashley but also you, even if you weren't actually his mission. But when he realised that you were the daughter of the house that had disappeared a few months ago.

°,,I have done everything! Everything for you, my princess! And this is how you thank me?" they heard the castellan shout, but they were almost out of the village and couldn't follow him so quickly. Until they saw the creature coming through the forest, tearing up the trunks and ramming through the houses. He had become a monster and you knew it was no different from the man who held you captive.

°But luck doesn't last forever, and by the time he had taken Leon and put him aside, you knew it was over. Dragged back into the castle was the only attention from Ashley, who was just as frightened. However, she would be taken to the cult while his beautiful princess would remain locked in her tower forever. He had the key and he controlled her process but it was all because he was afraid she might slip away again. 

°Maybe in the end he wasn't the prince but the dragon who kept the princess as his treasure.

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@goldenponcho, @xgrisleyx , @fandoms-are-my-medicine , @illyspine ,@speckle-meow-meow , @ghostssi , @loruleanheart

[blueberrypancakesworld]

i like your writings so much! can i have a request with ramon salazar x male reader (guard or manservant) please?

Your orders and our bond

Ramón Salazar x male reader

warning : hurt/comfort, kiss, mention of injury

Summary : The family castle was hundreds of years old, there were many relics and weapons that not only had to be kept but also guarded. A bodyguard for treasures, a guard for the castellan but above all a meeting every hour again…maybe soon there will be more to say than just a silent nod and greeting.

info : thanks for the compliment dear anon i'm really glad you like it so much. Have fun with the fic and thanks for the request :)

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A castle had many inhabitants, there was the castellan and his wife, usually two children who were addressed as Lord or Lady even at a young age.

The walls were made of centuries-old stone and chopped down so that they functioned as a wall, stables for cattle and horses, a falconry perhaps if the terrain offered itself.

Above all, a castle is characterised by its employees, the servants who set everything up every minute so that everything seemed perfect, the chambermaids of the mistress who laid out the dress, a personal physician for the noble family and the guards to protect everyone.

Guards at the drawbridge, guards in front of doors and suffering guards who were always only a few metres away from the blue-blooded nobility to defend them.

That's how it always was and how it always would be, that's how it had been with the Salazars for generations and the Lord's Guard for generations.

For as long as he could remember he had guarded the lord, be it as a child with a wooden sword they had played together, ,,You are a true friend," little Ramón had told him when they were under pillows in an even greater castle than the one they lived in now.

They were the words of children, two children who, despite their differences, understood what it meant to have duties, the more Ramón learnt, the faster he learnt how to wield a sword.

They were two sides that seemed to move further and further away from each other, the childhood was over and with it he put on the cool armour and seemed like a stranger around Ramón hermum, ,,Good morning my lord" he greeted him every time the white-haired man disappeared into the relic collection, golden eyes showing him as much gratitude as the ‘monster’ could.

A monster as the others called the castellan behind his back, a horrible title he thought, from the moment a small golden-eyed boy had looked into the brave face of the little guard in the courtyard more than ten years ago, he had seen an uplifted spirit loyal to the house and a fool for science.

But now that the illness had spread further, the boy now a young man hiding behind make-up, the bond of youth seemed almost gone.

A bond better a sight that hurt him when Ramón gave him a look, he saw the suffering. ,,Shall I bring my lord anything else?" he had asked once more that evening as he led Ramón back to his room, the door between them open just an arm's length apart, a simple question that seemed to take the younger man a long time to answer.

A sigh escaped his pink lips, ,,I…I would appreciate it if you could accompany me to the relics tomorrow," came the surprising reply and the rustle of armour could be heard as he bowed almost automatically but the beating of his heart to finally be with his once so close friend seemed overwhelming.

‘Of course with the greatest pleasure Ramón my lord’ he replied and instead of the usual closing of the door the white haired man made the slightest of bows and murmured a “Good night” with a smile before closing the door and leaving the guard in the corridor.

A guard whose armour rattled slightly as he took up his position, as the smile on his lips increased and his heart beat so fast again, ,,Good night Ramón" he whispered to himself and perhaps this bond between them still had hope.

A hope that became apparent the next day when the cock's cry brought life to the castle with the rising sun and he was already tightening the strings of his armour to start his morning rounds.

The night watch until a few hours ago was usually exhausting, the walls cold and sleep scarce, but after those sweet words from his former friend, it seemed all the more futile.

,,Perhaps words can be exchanged?" he asked himself as he made his way up the stairs to Kastelann's chamber, the sword barely noticeable at his side but always at hand, something he didn't have to use yet but would give his life if he did.

It was not the honour of this office, it was the memory of Ramón, a Ramón who once did not seem to be plagued by illness, he would give everything to protect the white-haired man.

He knew the sounds by heart, the morning preparations, the bitter memory that Ramón did not show himself otherwise out of his own pain.

When the crack of the wooden door was heard, he saluted before looking at the smaller one, ,,Good morning, my lord," he greeted him, but this time he held out his hand, not in a kiss of decency but in a friendly gesture, ,,Your loyalty touches me, I look forward to the many hours ahead," the spanishman said with a hint of a smile on his lips.

A smile that was returned by a broad one as he was the protection, the companion and a friend at the same time before the two moved towards their destination.

But their hands continued to touch, Ramón's hand icy cold against his as they climbed each flight of stairs and rounded each corridor, the minimal quickening of his breathing and probably a pain he suppressed as he pursed his lips and they stopped.

The lip rouge, a bright pretty pink, a pink of spring and he hadn't wanted to stare but it was just too mesmerising, ,,Is something wrong?" his lord had said immediately, seeing the look closely.

Even though he had caught him, honesty was in the code of all the castle's employees and inhabitants, ,,Your…your lip rouge my lord is staring-I was staring because it reminded me of spring," the guard admitted, his gaze darting around, unable to meet the other's eyes.

He heard the uncertain, shaky sound of breathing and thought he was going to be struck down when Ramón raised his hand, ,,Is that true?" came the question instead, quietly, hardly believing that someone would associate him with something pretty.

Cold fingers surrounded by warm ones held him, ,,Yes it is," he replied, his heart beating faster than ever as he saw the look of surprise and uncertainty turn to one of gratitude and love, ,,Then you deserve more than my thanks," Ramón said after a moment of silence.

He had to stand on tiptoe towards the taller man, but the kiss left a light pink mark on his lips, an imprint of the spring.

An imprint that Ramón judged with a giggle and he held out his hand again, the guard looking at the castellan with a love-struck grin before hands joined again and a bond was reunited in the colour pink, spring and the hope of more together in the castle.

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[decrepitdreaming]

Part 1: Ramon Salazar (OG)

Pspspspspsp *rattles this post like a food bowl*

The original post got enough notes, so I just took it as a "yes" to making this atrocity :'D

These were originally from chats where I roleplayed as Katerina and Joanne. I picked out parts that worked best as standalone scenarios, no names, or super specific actions, I tried my best so that these are enjoyable for as many as possible!

Since both of my OC's go by She/Her prounouns, those are the prounouns that are used in all of these, but you can just ignore/change that if you wish!

Bot by: cooler

I get cuteness aggression from this fr fr

[twistedpartywolf]

There isn’t enough things for Ramon out there.

I’ve heard from a bird that there was little content of Ramon Salazar, and so here this:

Ramon Salazar x Reader Imagine:

👑 He’s a true gentleman, treating and sometimes spoiling you

👑 He loves it when you hold his hand, especially when he takes you on a stroll with him around places.

👑 Lovings ball dancing with you when he wants to do something with you.

👑 He might be too small to have you sit in his lap, so instead he would sit in yours and rest himself on you, even make some small talk too

👑 Giving your hand kisses is an uncommon for him, but will be surprised and a tiny bit flustered if you do it to him.

👑 Gives you formal nicknames like “My dear”, “My sweetest of hearts” and “My hearty little dove”

👑 Loves seeing you flustered, it gets a nice chuckle out of him

👑 He’ll gives you gifts like flowers and jewellery

👑 Overall, he’s a true gentleman, going out of his way to give you a pleasant time with him