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Guess who’s back after months of nothing?? Life basically handed me the stress cards over the whole end of the year and overall life’s been busy and stressful on top of burnout and just general lack of inspo atm. I wanted so badly to finish flufftober and even do some wholesome christmas headcanons and new years stuff– anyway yea lemme know if it's even worth doing those since it's already 2023 n idk i’m thinking of just starting fresh.
Also yes i’m still planning on finishing flufftober i just need to do some generic stuff to get back into the feel of things. I’m so sorry for all the delays and the quality, i hated how these turned out but it’s gonna be a while before i feel confident again :( thank you for reading regardless <3
Dani Rojas
As much as Dani loves fighting for libertad and freeing her country, her chest physically aches at spending time away from you. She’s always so tired when she returns to camp but she never hesitates to come and snuggle up to you regardless.
You mostly get to spend nights together, but those are spent with delicious homemade food and old romantic movies from the fifties, back when Yara had its glory days (and there’s barely any new films that aren’t obsessed with María).
It doesn’t matter that she mainly falls asleep on you, not when she’s snoring in your ear or cuddled up into your chest– it only makes you want to wrap her in your arms tighter and hold her all night.
Her favourite kisses are the morning ones, she’s recovered from her exhaustion the previous night and can instead spend a few precious hours smothering your face in kisses before she has to leave again.
Of course, that doesn’t mean you don’t have missions together either and each time you manage to steal another shipment or liberate another checkpoint, Dani is always squeezing you in a death grip as she hugs you so tight you might die.
Dani always wears your clothes around camp, mainly because she doesn’t own anything that’s not sweat drenched armour but she’s also working on her own collection of your shirts, hoodies and cosy pyjama pants because she just wants another reason to be close to you.
Juan Cortez
Any time Juan has to do any mission that requires him to leave his bunker, it’s a given you’re coming with him every time. He’ll complain about not being able to send his network of spies to do this work for him, and that the only reason you’re here is to make his workload easier but he’s never been good at lying when it comes to you.
He actually loves going on missions with you, and not just the boring dead drops but getting right into the thick of it as you both take down helicopters with his supremo’s (and some of your own designs) and watch as trucks explode.
It makes him feel like he’s reliving the glory days, feeling infinitely younger and happier than he’s been in a while but he knows it's not because of any fighting and that it’s really having you in his life that makes his old man's heart come to life.
On his good days he’s always a bit of a flirt regardless of how bad his skills are but that doesn’t stop him from cheesily blowing kisses, giving winks and cracking sex jokes every second. However, if you decide to actually kiss him– all that confidence goes away and he can be bashful that someone as amazing and beautiful as you could love an old timer like him (guapo is there for comfort dw).
You always spoil him with hugs whenever he’s too focused on his workbench, coming up to hug him from behind with your chin on his head until he finally caves in for the night.
But of course, his favourite moments with you are on his not so good days, when the loneliness is too much and he drowns in sorrows and whiskey but you’re always there to spend hours cuddling on his couch with a stack of comics to read together and your arms wrapped around him.
Camila ‘Espada’ Montero
Camila is probably the most hard working person in Yara– if not the most. She’s always working on training new recruits, holding the farm together, keeping Philly from using too much ‘magic’ and actively taking down Anton’s prick of a nephew. And yet, she still somehow makes all the effort to spend time with you because she loves you dearly.
She’s innovative and smart, always turning her duties around camp into little dates for the two of you to spend some precious time together. Whether it’s out scouting for Alejandro or fixing up fences on rundown farms, you’re always there by her side.
You have some of the best memories cracking jokes whilst you fixed old, broken windows and replaced soil on tobacco fields so new crops might grow. She’s always surprising you with kisses when you stand up from heavy lifting and she’s always carrying you on her shoulder when she’s decided you’re done for the day and need to head home.
Being with her makes you see a version of Yara that is free, where you don’t have to fight but can enjoy your time together without fear. You always cook homemade meals together, her knife skills coming in handy for chopping whilst you prepare the meats and you’re always quick to steal food from her whilst she steals kisses.
Both of you work tirelessly around camp so cuddling and sleeping are essentially the same thing. You take turns spooning, always wrapped in each other's arms, even on hot summer nights as neither of you can sleep unless you have each other close.
Philly always teases you two but that doesn’t change how you smother her with affection around camp or dance with her at festivals and parties, but everyone has come to love how perfect you are together.
Carlos Montero
Family drama just gives Carlos the biggest headache, if he’s not worried about Camila putting her life in danger, it's Alejo running around chasing a Castillo when he should be helping his people. But that’s where you come in, ready to drag him away from it all, even if it’s only for an afternoon in the mountains of Lozanía.
Like the grumpy old man he is, you just know there will be a string of complaints about his knees or having to walk for so long but it all dies down quickly when he sees the gorgeous views and the fact he gets to enjoy your company after so long holding up in camp.
He’s not one to be sentimental, never been the one for dates and would much rather go hunting or mentor the other farmers but you’ve taught him to slow down and enjoy the smaller moments in life. Carlos ends up enjoying the little picnics you bring him on, or the horse rides spent aimlessly wandering the patches of forest that are untouched by the FND.
Saying ‘thank you’ isn’t in stubborn old man vocabulary but he’s good with physical touch, and kisses to your neck or the back of your hand is his way of telling you he loves you and he loves spending time with you.
Of course, he loves cuddles too even if he won’t admit it. You love to hug him after an afternoon of hard work, when the sun is too hot to keep working and the farm cools down for late lunch and afternoon naps. It’s just so comfy to curl up and sleep on his chest as you listen to his ragged breathing and the occasional grumble when he talks to himself.
His ability to wrangle a cocodrilo has never surprised anyone, in fact he always draws a crowd as folks cheer him on but no one was ready for what followed after as you wiped the blood from his cheek and placed a kiss on his cheek for all of the farm to see.
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FAR CRY 6
IT WASN'T THE ONLY COPY: Juan Cortez x fem!reader
Summary: Since Juan forced her to stay on the couch until her wound is fully healed, she had to find something interesting to do.
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.
My Spanish isn't the best so if you find a word / phrase used in the wrong context or anything please let me know so I can improve :)
Warnings: swearing, referenced violence
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Ever since she got hurt back in Isla Santuario, Juan forced her into safety, not letting her engage in any fight at all. And even though it felt nice to know he cared for her that much, staying behind while the others took care of the dirty work - the fun work - quickly became boring and a bit annoying.
Even after they got back to Zamok Archipiélago, she still had to stay behind and let Dani go after the Monteros alone. Nor Clara, nor Juan wanted her to run around - even though the Jefa was still doing that with a not fully healed bullet wound.
The furthest place Juan let her go to, was his office - otherwise she had to rest on the couch above it, slowly rotting away. After she kept on insisting, he finally let her help him work on resolvers and supremos, while they shared a glass of alcohol. That's where she put together the small lamp, what she could attach to books and read comfortably - because the lighting 'upstairs' was shit.
Juan was out again - getting more alcohol to drink or cigars to smoke most likely, because those past few weeks he barely left her side. So she spent her time doing something more fun than getting crazy on the damn couch - she was reading with her back against the pillow and her legs stretched out to not put pressure on her stomach.
She was already halfway through it when she heard the footsteps, and they got closer and closer until she could clearly see Juan, who was on his way toward her with a bottle of whisky.
She put her book aside. A great bottle of whisky was a rarity in Yara.
"Back already?" she asked with a smile as she sat up carefully, making some space for Juan on the couch.
"Sí. Jefa needed some help with the comms, but I still got something for you." he explained as he sat down.
"Finally some good whisky." she said happily as she leaned forward to rest her chin on Juan's shoulder while he poured some alcohol for the both of them. "Does Clara need help with anything? And how's Dani doing in Madrugada?"
"Don't worry about it cariño, they can take care of themselves."
"I can take care of myself too." she explained, wanting to get out and do something fun.
"I know you can." she took one glass from him. "But until you're ready to go out and fuck Castillo's shit up again, you'll stay here and get drunk with me."
She drank up the whisky, enjoying the taste it left in her mouth, then let Juan light up a cigar.
"I just wanna go out and shoot at some FND assholes."
"Sí, corazón, I want that too and I can't wait for you try the resolver weapons I put together for you, but a good guerrilla is never impatient."
She raised her eyebrows. "That's not even a rule!"
"It is."
"No, it's not!"
"It is when you're such a loca guerrilla who wants to run around with a wound like that." he gave her his cigar, sharing it with her as he looked at her stomach what was still covered in bandages under one of Juan's shirts.
"I don't want to run around, I just want to help."
"And you'll help by being Juan's asistente in the office."
She gave the cigar back to Juan and put her chin back on his shoulder. His free arm hugged her close, being surprisingly gentle.
"Fine. I can take a few more days." she agreed. "As long as I'll be your asistente."
She pulled her legs up, getting closer to Juan, trying to enjoy his presence. He'll get back to his office soon - he always does, so she tried to enjoy every minute being close to him while he smoked.
Her movement made the book move as well. That was the reason why Juan noticed it in the first place, just as he finished his cigar.
"Is that my book?"
She grabbed it and gave it to him. The small lamp she put together was still on it.
"Yeah. I wanted to read something interesting while I was healing."
"I thought I destroyed the last copy of it when that hijo de puta called the FND on me at the bar."
"I put one aside." she explained. "You talked about Kyrat a lot, but you never mentioned the KGB before. Or the Colombian guerrillas."
"If I talk about them now will you sit on your ass 'til you're fine?"
She chuckled.
"You make it sound like I'm annoying you."
"You're never annoying me, cariño. But your damn stubbornness does."
"If I wasn't this stubborn," she began as she pressed a kiss into the crook of his neck. "I wouldn't be dating Juan Cortez. So you better love my stubbornness too, mi amor."
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She sighed, breathing in his presence and took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers.
"Did you make this?" he asked, referring to the lamp.
"Yeah. You had some scrap around so I got creative."
"That's why you're my favourite asistente." he praised and her heart fluttered. "So where were you?"
"I was reading abbout the Colombian guerrillas when you came in."
So Juan started to talk about it. And the next thing too what came up in his book -- and the next... He spoke and she listened. They drank up their whisky and smoked a few more cigars.
When Juan was around to talk to and listen to, she didn't mind at all that he was so damn protective of her.
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First date
Antonio Dawson x Reader
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Tonight is going to be your proper first date with Antonio. He invited you to a very famous Puerto Rican restaurant in the city. Didn’t say how he managed to make a reservation in such short notice, because with this place, usually people need to make booking one month prior. You put on your black dress and stiletto, not your typical attire but he said to dress formal, so you go all the way.
You met Antonio through Gabby, who invited you to Molly’s right after you met her in an incident that she responded to that day. Working in Narcotics, you know quite a bit about the Intelligence unit and how exclusive it is, so you were surprised to find a Latino detective being very friendly to you that night. You hit it off right away with him. After a few late night drinks at Molly’s, you both made it to his bedroom. And that’s when Antonio asked you out, “I want to take you on a proper date, what do you say?” he asked while lying down in bed and caressing your head. “How can I say no to this face?” you smiled and kissed him.
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Antonio knocked on your door and you opened it right away, “Woah, you look.. amazing.” as he pulled you into a kiss. You’d never seen Antonio in a suit either, so you’re just equally as stunned. “As you do," you traced your hand to his collar, “Better than a T-shirt and a leather jacket?” you asked. “Well, I like the badass Y/N too.” he smiled.
The restaurant was packed and you both sat on a table in the middle of the room. You finished the appetizer and enjoying your wine while Antonio excused himself to the bathroom.
But when he came back, he had a concerned look.
“Everything okay?” you asked. He put on his thinking face this time - eyebrows curled up and put his hand on his temple. “Tonio?” you asked again. He looked up, took a deep breath. He had a decisive face, whatever it was, he made a resolution.
“I need to go under tonight. If I need you, can you please follow along?” he asked. You’re confused at first but he explained that he saw Pablo Cortez - who is the right hand of Juan Carlos, a big target of the Intelligence team - sitting at the restaurant’s bar. Antonio had gone for an undercover op for months last year but the case did not find a light and took a back step as the gang folded their illegal business. But recently, there are chatter that they’re active again. Pablo was just released from prison and looked like he kickstart the gang's business again.
Antonio told you his cover story, Perez - he was a runner in the gang at that time, has no strategic position but was trusted enough to do their errands. They'd never let Perez to be involved in the gang again but certainly Perez can pose as a potential buyer.
Antonio looked at you and said, "Your cover is..." he stopped and think, "You'll be my sugar mama." he said in a serious tone.
"What?! May I remind you that I'm a few years younger than you?" to say that you're shock was an understatement, "Or...Do I look older now?"
Antonio laughed, "That's not what I meant. You're my dazzling girlfriend - rich, successful and such, who's dating a dirtbag like me, Perez, because...well, because you love me. That’s the only way to explain why Perez is flushed with money." you had to say that this cover story was a bit unconvincing. “Antonio, this is crazy, I could go in trouble-” but he already got up.
You knew he’s going to do it anyway, Juan Carlos is a high profile criminal who’s hard to pin. To know that Intelligence managed to have someone going under to infiltrate his gang was already admirable. No police department could get that close. So if your cover blew, Antonio could be in serious trouble.
He walked up to Pablo who has been at the bar, you can only saw that they exchanged conversation and looked at you. Antonio waved his hands and you waved back. Not long after he texted you saying to come over to the bar. “Pablo, meet my girlfriend, Natalia.” you smiled at Pablo.
“Oh I know you weren’t getting to a place like this if it wasn’t for a fine lady.” he smirked at you.
“You got me. This place is too fancy for me. Natalia is a restauranteur, her friend is the head chef here.” as it turned out, the head chef is Antonio’s real friend. You tried your best to look composed. “This is Puerto Rican finest. You must have a great taste.” he turned to you, “So, tell me, what do you like about this Puerto Rican restaurant?” somehow his question sounded like a test.
“Well it's the only authentic one in the city. It somehow reminds me of my grandma's cooking. She's from Bayamón. I spent my childhood time there.” you didn't of course, you can only thank your dad who is half Puerto Rican and can’t shut up about his childhood stories - you learned a thing or two about Puerto Rican food.
“A fellow island kid. I like her more than you already, Perez.” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t flirt with my girl unless you have something. As I said, her cliques have some demand that maybe you can provide?” Antonio fished him out.
“That true? What happened to your usual provider?” Pablo looked to you again.
“Well, we usually get them from Englewood. But you know now the blue is all over them because some moron tip them off.” you said.
Luckily, you have some knowledge of the gang as they have been under Narcotic’s radar too. And you know how much they take pride snatching buyers from bigger competitor. “You know that once you do business with us, you can never go back to them?” Pablo asked, giving a cold look this time.
“I don’t care? As long as I get the products. In my line of work, these pretentious white people... think I'm only valuable if I can get them what they want. You gotta help me here.” you scoffed at him but put your best puppy eyes look at the same time.
He shrugged and pulled his phone - texting someone.
“Alright boy wonder, today’s your lucky day. I happen to have something tomorrow. But it needs some serious cash, I’ll text you the details.” he pat Antonio's shoulder.
“Thats what I'm talking about.” Antonio shook his hand but Pablo let out a loud whisper, "You know what happens if you don't show up."
"Oh believe me, I have more green than you think." you winked at Pablo. He grinned at you.
The two of you walked back to your table and sat down.
Antonio took your hand, squeeze it and bring it to a kiss, “Darling, I’m so sorry to ruin our date. But we better drink this and I gotta go back to the office and pick this up.”
You blushed at the word ‘darling’ and smiled, “Well, any guy could take me to a fancy dinner, but only you can make me a sugar mama to put down a drug king.” Antonio reached out his hand and brush your cheek.
After paying the bill, Antonio took you by the hand, held it the entire time as you were walking to the car. You looked at your tangled hands and looked at him, a bit confused with all the affection. He noticed your confused look and said, “We’ve gotta look the part. Who knows if Pablo is watching us.” Antonio put on a cheeky smile.
“Oh, I’m loving this already,” you cupped his face with other hand and kiss him.
Sitting in the car, Antonio seemed to have something on his mind, “Hey you know, Natalia is Perez’s girlfriend and everything. Can you go along with the cover? Pablo here seems to like you more than me.”
“Of course, how else I can get the excuse to see you at work everyday?” you replied as playfully, “Thanks, Y/N.” he kissed your cheek before driving the car to the station.
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With the case closing, Antonio and you spent time chilling at your apartment. You were tired after finishing all the paperwork, so you sat back on the sofa and lean your head on Antonio’s arm and turned on the TV. “Thanks for going through with the case.” Antonio kissed your temple and pulled you into his chest. You can hear his heart beating slowly. “You’re welcome.” you gently stroke his arm that wrapped around you.
“Well about our first date...what do you want to do?” he asked.
You let out a small chuckle can’t believe that he’s actually still thinking about it, “Babe, we just wrapped up the case. We won. So it was officially the best. date. ever.”
He tighten his arm around you, pulled you closer and kissed your head, “Love you.” he whispered quietly, not noticing that he said it out loud.
When he realized that he just blurted out the first I love you despite seeing you only for a couple of months, “I- uh..” he tried to explain himself but you cut it, “Love you too.” you said in the tiniest voice possible.
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Paul Tobin (W) and Juan Ferreyra (A/Cover)
On sale Sept 27
FC, 424 pages • $24.99 • TP, 7” x 10”
Declan Thomas, the former patient of an insane asylum that was destroyed in a fire, has the strange ability to step inside a person’s madness—and sometimes cure it. He hopes to one day cure his own, but time is running out, as a demonic predator pursues him.
Collects the entire Colder series.
Written by Eisner Award winner Paul Tobin (Bandette)!
Art by Green Arrow’s Juan Ferreyra!
“A fantastically twisted comic that uses horror elements brilliantly to create a suspenseful tale absolutely worth reading.”—Graphic Policy
Dark Horse Comics/DC Comics: Mask TP
Various (W/A)
On sale Sept 13
FC, 256 pages • $24.99 • TP, 7” x 10”
Grifter and the Mask team up and face off against smugglers at a Las Vegas weapons show. After destroying a planet, the Mask has a bounty on his head and Lobo hot on his tail in a mind-bending, time-twisting showdown between madmen. And last but not least, the Joker stumbles upon the mask, which inspires a new superpowered reign for the Clown Prince of Crime!
This volume collects Grifter/The Mask #1–#2, Lobo vs. the Mask #1–#2, and Joker/Mask #1–#4.
Collects never-before-reprinted material.
The Dark North HC
Martin Dunelind (W), Peter Bergting (A), Henrik Pettersson (A), Joakim Ericsson (A), Magnus Olsson (A), and Lukas Thelin (A/Cover)
On sale Sept 27
FC, 232 pages • $34.99 • HC, 9” x 11”
Originally crowdfunded in 2015, this illustrated prose/art book fusion features five unique tales ranging from Norse mythology to science fiction. The Dark North showcases artwork by Scandinavia’s leading illustrators and concept artists Peter Bergting, Henrik Pettersson, Joakim Ericsson, Magnus Olsson, and Lukas Thelin, prose by Martin Dunelind, and a foreword by author and filmmaker Clive Barker!
Foreword by Clive Barker!
Featuring artwork by Baltimore artist Peter Bergting, as well as popular game artists Henrik Pettersson, Magnus Olsson, Joakim Ericsson, and Lukas Thelin!
Dept. H #16
Matt Kindt (W/A/Cover) and Sharlene Kindt (C)
On sale July 19
FC, 28 pages • $3.99 • Ongoing
Looking into Hari Hardy’s past, it’s clear that Mia’s father’s long history has made him the author of his own destruction, and perhaps Mia’s as well. Meanwhile, some of the Dept. H crew appear to be going insane, for they feel compelled to aid a sea turtle older than time . . . and it demands to be worshiped?
Dragon Age: Knight Errant #3 (of 5)
Nunzio DeFilippis (W), Christina Weir (W), Fernando Heinz Furukawa (A), Michael Atiyeh (C), and Sachin Teng (Cover)
On sale July 12
FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries
With Varric’s help, Vaea sets out on a rescue mission for the Inquisition. After dodging societal niceties with the stuffy prince Sebastian and the even stuffier Seneschal Granger, Vaea catches up to her quarry . . . only to discover the mission will be far from that simple!
Empowered Deluxe Edition Volume 3 HC
Adam Warren (W/A/Cover)
On sale Sept 13
b&w, 704 pages • $59.99 • HC, 6 1/2″ x 9”
Prepare your puny intellect for wonders awe-inspiring, comedy gut-busting, and images steamy within Adam Warren’s Empowered Deluxe Edition Volume 3. Collected within its vast confines are Empowered Volumes 7, 8, and 9 plus a priceless hoard of unpublished artwork, author’s notes, and arcane wisdom both illuminating and terrifying to behold!
Hardcover edition, 704 pages, limited to initial printing only!
2017 marks the tenth anniversary of Empowered!
The End League Library Edition HC
Rick Remender (W), Mat Broome (A), Eric Canete (A/Cover), Sean Parsons (A), Ashley MacDonald (A), Wendy Broome (C), Matthew Wilson (C), and Naomi Baker (C)
On sale Sept 20
FC, 248 pages • $39.99 • HC, 8″ x 12”
The genre-bending New York Times bestseller is now available in a deluxe oversized format! A thematic merging of The Lord of the Rings and Watchmen, The End League follows the last remaining superheroes on Earth as they embark on a desperate quest to find the one artifact that can save humanity—the Hammer of Thor. Superstar writer Rick Remender (Fear Agent, Tokyo Ghost) is joined by comics legends Mat Broome (X-Men, Batman) and Eric Canete (Iron Man, Martian Manhunter) on a perilous journey to save the world!
Collects all nine issues of the series.
Oversize library format matches the best-selling Fear Agent library editions!
Game of Thrones Jon Snow “Battle of the Bastards” Limited Edition Bust
On sale Aug 23 • Measures 6” from base to the top of his head, plus sword extension • $89.99
The pulse-pounding climax of the most recent HBO season of Game of Thrones was the “Battle of the Bastards,” where Jon Snow faces off in a life-or-death struggle with evil Ramsay Bolton—considered one of the most ambitious and elaborately choreographed battles ever staged for filmed entertainment. A key moment is when Jon prepares for his last stand by drawing his sword Longclaw and facing the Bolton army seemingly alone. This is the moment sculptor Dave Cortes and his studio capture.
This prepainted bust measures 6” from the base to the top of his head, plus sword extension. Edition size TBD at press time. Full-color deluxe packaging with a certificate of authenticity.
Groo: Play of the Gods #1 (of 4)
The return of Groo!
Sergio Aragonés (W/A/Cover), Mark Evanier (W), John Ercek (C), and Tom Luth (C)
On sale July 12
FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries
Shakespeare wrote, “The play’s the thing.” Or was that Nathan Lane? Either way, the play matters, whether you be man or god . . . or even Groo.
In this, the first installment in the newest Groo miniseries (which is continued from the last Groo miniseries), the stupidest hero in the comic book shop finds himself in a new village . . . a village where you pray to the proper god or you pray for your life. And even the other gods know that they are all players. It’s from the award-winning team of Sergio Aragonés and Mark Evanier, with lettering by Stan Sakai, coloring by Tom Luth, and a running commentary by the gods above.
The all-star team returns: Sergio Aragonés, Mark Evanier, Tom Luth, and Stan Sakai.
Eisner and Harvey Award–winning creators and an Eisner Award–winning title!
Halo: UNSC Vulture Limited Edition Ship Replica
On sale Aug 9
6” limited edition • $49.99
The UNSC Vulture, also known as the AC-220 Gunship, is a heavy gunship used by the United Nations Space Command during the early years of the Human-Covenant War. The premier aerial combat vehicle for extended air-to-ground battles, the Vulture was originally produced to combat the rebel threat during the early years of the Insurrection.
The Vulture is heavily featured in the hit game Halo Wars 2, and now you can own this beautifully detailed polyresin, limited edition 6” replica. Includes display base.
Limited edition of 2,000.
Hard Boiled HC (Second Edition)
Eisner Award Winner!
Frank Miller (W), Geof Darrow (W/A/Cover), and Dave Stewart (C)
On sale Sept 13
FC, 136 pages • $19.99 • HC, 8” x 12”
Carl Seltz is a suburban insurance investigator, a loving husband, and a devoted father. Nixon is a berserk, homicidal tax collector racking up mind-boggling body counts in a diseased urban slaughterhouse. Unit Four is the ultimate robot killing machine—and the last hope of the future’s enslaved mechanical servants. And they’re all the same psychotic entity.
From comic masters Geof Darrow and Frank Miller!
Recolored by Dave Stewart!
Collected in hardcover for the first time ever!
Joe Golem: Occult Detective—The Outer Dark #3 (of 3)
Mike Mignola (W), Christopher Golden (W), Patric Reynolds (A), Dave Stewart (C), and Dave Palumbo (Cover)
On sale July 26
FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries
Joe discovers that the supernatural voices driving men insane may have roots in another dimension, and Church takes matters into his own hands when Lori starts to ask too many questions.
“Mike Mignola and Christopher Golden are a heck of a team, and Patric Reynolds continues to complement them perfectly by bringing unique worlds to life stunningly with his art.”—Big Comic Page
Lifeformed: Cleo Makes Contact TP
The fight for Earth’s future!
Matt Mair Lowery (W) and Cassie Anderson (A/Cover)
On sale Sept 6
FC, 192 pages • $12.99 • TP, 6” x 9”
In the wake of an alien invasion—and her father’s death—a young girl must fight for the future of Earth. Aided by a shape-shifting rebel alien posing as her father, the unlikely pair bond, fight back, and ponder what it means to be human. The powers of choice, courage, and unity are examined in Lifeformed: Cleo Makes Contact, an unforgettable debut work from creators Matt Mair Lowery and Cassie Anderson.
The first work by up-and-coming creators Matt Mair Lowery and Cassie Anderson!
Young adult sci-fi adventure starring a relatable, endearing young heroine.
Mass Effect: Andromeda—Tempest Silver Finish Limited-Edition Ship Replica
On sale July 19
8”, limited edition silver ship • $49.99
Mass Effect: Andromeda is a hit, and the new Tempest ship is key to the intergalactic exploring experience. Long and sleek, the new design is an instant classic.
Our 8” replica is also a hit, so we are offering collectors a special silver-colored, metal-plated limited edition. Approximately 8” long, this collector piece captures all the detail of the regular edition. Only 1,000 will be produced for worldwide distribution.
Mass Effect: Discovery #3 (of 4)
John Dombrow (W), Jeremy Barlow (W), Gabriel Guzmán (A/Cover), Michael Atiyeh (C), and Kate Niemczyk (Variant cover)
On sale July 26
FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries
Following a lead to the lawless space station Omega, Tiran Kandros is closer than ever to uncovering the Andromeda Initiative’s biggest secret. Unfortunately, so is the deadly Agent Zeta! In a story that ties in to the highly anticipated Mass Effect: Andromeda game, writers John Dombrow and Jeremy Barlow and artist Gabriel Guzmán team up to create the next exciting chapter of the Mass Effect comics series!
From Eisner Award–nominated writer Jeremy Barlow!
Direct tie-in with Mass Effect: Andromeda for PlayStation 4 and Xbox One!
Misfits of Avalon Volume 3: The Future in the Wind TP
Kel McDonald (W/A/Cover)
On sale Sept 27
b&w, 216 pages • $14.99 • TP, 6” x 9”
Smart-mouthed teens Elsie, Kimber, Morgan, and Rae have enough to handle with magical rings, talking dogs, and faeries, but when they discover that the knight they’ve been battling for Excalibur is a familiar face with a mission of his own, they must get to the bottom of the real intentions behind the quest they were given.
Mister X: The Modern Age TP
Dean Motter (W/A/Cover)
On sale Sept 20
FC, 368 pages • $29.99 • TP, 7” x 10”
In the retrofuturistic metropolis of Radiant City, its mysterious creator, Mister X, must protect the city and its residents from the architecture of the city itself, which poses a danger to all those within it! Collecting every Mister X comic published by Dark Horse Comics, this trade includes Condemned, Excavations, and Razed, along with never-before-seen behind-the-scenes material!
All of Dark Horse’s Mister X material collected in an affordable paperback!
A great jumping-on point to the classic series!
Moebius Library: The Art of Edena HC
Moebius (W/A/Cover)
On sale Sept 20
FC, 176 pages • $34.99 • HC, 8” x 10”
A companion volume to the critically acclaimed and New York Times best-selling World of Edena graphic novel, Moebius Library: The Art of Edena collects four fantastic Edena-related short stories and a mother lode of Moebius illustrations. A celebration of the imagery of Edena and the creative enthusiasm Moebius held for his Edena universe, this volume collects the short stories “Seeing Naples,” “Another Planet,” “The Repairmen,” and “Dying to See Naples,” as Moebius explores his imagination with Stel and Atan, two of his favorite characters.
Out-of-print stories and hard-to-find images—collected in an affordable hardcover!
The second volume in Dark Horse’s Moebius Library series!
“Glowingly illustrated in the elegant clear-line art and rich colors for which Moebius is justly revered, the book careens spectacularly through science fiction, fantasy, allegory, pop psychology, and psychedelia.”—Publishers Weekly
The Once and Future Queen #5 (of 5)
Adam P. Knave (W), D.J. Kirkbride (W), and Nickolas Brokenshire (A/Cover)
On sale July 12
FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries
Enemies are revealed and plans are set in motion as the Fae go to war! Can Rani, Gwen, Lance, and Merlin save humanity? And even if they do . . . at what cost?
“Fun, upbeat, and Wonderfully diverse.” —Big Comic Page
Predator: Hunters #3 (of 5)
Chris Warner (W), Francisco Ruiz Velasco (A/Variant cover), and Doug Wheatley (Cover)
On sale July 5
FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries
Contact! The assault team encounters the Predator at night on the tropical island! First blood goes to the alien hunter, but ten-to-one odds and machine guns favor the humans . . . unless there’s something about their quarry they don’t know!
Rebels: These Free and Independent States #5 (of 8)
Brian Wood (W), Andrea Mutti (A), Lauren Affe (C), and Matthew Taylor (Cover)
On sale July 26
FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries
As a veteran of the War of Independence, Seth Abbott retired to his Vermont cabin and lived a quiet life. When his son John returns from the War of 1812 to a bustling, vibrant America that’s finally found its place in the world, what awaits him?
“Gutsy, well-written and with solid artwork, it is the first part of a grounded historical tale that will elevate the literary value of anyone’s pull list.”—Word of the Nerd
Shadows on the Grave #6 (of 8)
Richard Corben (W/A/Cover)
On sale July 12
FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries
A hunter becomes the hunted when he ventures into restricted woods, but the nature of his adversary is truly terrifying. Recurring dreams haunt a man every year around his birthday. And Denaeus surprises his enemy, the king, when he reappears with an offer to help.
“There’s also something about Corben’s distinctive artwork that’s inherently unnerving, from the grotesquely exaggerated facial features to his tense, claustrophobic panels and layouts.”—Big Comic Page
The Shaolin Cowboy: Who’ll Stop the Reign? #4 (of 4)
Geof Darrow (W/A/Cover), Dave Stewart (C), and Genndy Tartakovsky (Variant cover)
On sale July 19
FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries
Bullets, claws, and fists fly when the evil congress of King Crab and the Revengers play their final trump card and attempt to pass a ban on the Shaolin Cowboy, who filibusters heads in the most dogged way possible. Who has the stronger constitution? Find out in issue #4!!!!!!
Star Trek: The Original Series Adult Coloring Book Volume 2—Where No Man Has Gone Before TP
Juann Cabal (A), Will Conrad (A), Gabriel Guzmán (A/Cover), and Derlis Santacruz (A)
On sale Sept 13
b&w, 96 pages • $14.99 • TP, 10” x 10”
The coloring voyage continues with Star Trek: The Original Series Adult Coloring Book—Where No Man Has Gone Before. This beautifully illustrated volume features all-new, stunningly detailed black-and-white images from seasons 2 and 3 of the iconic sixties television show. Printed on high-quality stock, each illustration offers an array of diverse details to color as faithfully or as wildly as you choose and is single sided to avoid unsightly bleed-though. This is a must-have collectible for Star Trek fans throughout the galaxy!
Forty-five brand-new black-and-white images from the second and third seasons of the classic science-fiction series!
Zodiac Starforce: Cries of the Fire Prince #1 (of 4)
Zodiac Starforce returns!
Kevin Panetta (W), Paulina Ganucheau (A/Cover), and Jen Bartel (Variant cover)
On sale July 5
FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries
An elite group of teenage girls with magical powers have sworn to protect our planet against dark creatures . . . as long as they can get out of class! Known as the Zodiac Starforce, these high-school girls aren’t just combating math tests—they’re also battling monsters!
After defeating a former ZS member and her mean-girl minions, the girls thought they’d get a little break! But a new big bad’s come out to play, and demons are starting to overrun the downtown!
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omg i saw requests are open!!! can we get some kiss HCS for some of the far cry 6 crew! thank you so much!
i've had the most chaotic week :'')))) so i really enjoyed writing these HCs! i might be slowing down on requests for a little bit, i'm still gonna be writing when i can but i might just work on some self indulgent fics to cheer myself up! but for now pls enjoy these soft head cannons and i've decided to do a few extra characters
and yes i'm permanently adding carlos now, i'm a simp and i know i aint alone so ya'll are stuck with me and my questionable taste in men :) <3
Dani Rojas
Ever since the first time you kissed Dani, she’s been more than enthusiastic about kisses and general public displays of affection.
It was a spontaneous spur of the moment, liberating the cathedral in Esperanza when you’d thrown your arms around her shoulders and kissed her right on the lips.
Dani is never shy when it comes to asking for kisses, whether its good luck smooches before her missions or returning home tired, sweaty and in need to of some lovin’.
She’ll definitely tell you that she loves all your kisses but her favourite type has to be in the early morning as you pepper sleepy kisses along her jaw and collarbones whilst you cuddle.
Of course, this is Yara and as Clara’s best and brightest Dani has her fair share of injuries from her time on the road. But that only means you get to kiss over her bandages and make her feel better with a daily dose of affection.
Clara García
Clara’s definitely not shy when it comes to kisses, in fact she’s rather confident when she kisses you in the centre of her camp.
The first time you had kissed her was almost a matter of necessity. You had returned to Clara’s command center after a narrow miss with Castillo’s special forces, and there was nothing you wanted more than to fall into her arms. She held you tightly as you kissed her gently and the two of you have never looked back.
Clara doesn’t have to ask for kisses, not only is she la Jefa, but you’re always by her side to fight the revolution and give her kisses in-between.
Her favourite types of kisses are on her hands, palms or knuckles. She loves the public display of affection when you take her hand and litter kisses on her hand after she’s addressed her people or you’re about to head off to a mission.
On the rare occasion the two of you get a night off together, Clara will always take you to a quiet area to snuggle and watch the boats race across the water. Whilst her arms are snug around you and you chat softly, there’s a string of kisses all over temples and forehead.
Juan Cortez
Please give this man all the kisses because he’s stubborn and has an ego that’s too high for him to properly ask for them. It’s not that Juan is embarrassed to ask for affection, he just doesn’t know how unless he’s in his sappy drunk state where he won’t stop asking for kisses.
The first time you’d kissed Juan, his brain went into a malfunction. He’d just shown you his latest supremo design, flexing all the cool new gadgets and poison dispenser to fuck with the FND when you moved his drawings to the side and kissed him squarely on the mouth.
Juan’s never been keen on relationships over his string of one night stands, so asking for any affection is new to him. But when it’s just the two of you in his bunker or out on a mission he will happily ask for his fair share of love.
His favourite kind of kisses are on the bridge of his nose. Juan just melts when you hold his face in your hands and press gentle kisses along his nose.
After you all made a move on the capital, storming the Torre Del León to take down Castillo. The two of you were standing on the balcony over looking the city of Esperanza, your arms are wrapped tightly around his torso in a hug as you place kisses along his cheeks.
Camila ‘Espada’ Montero
Camila can absolutely take on anything the FND throw at her, but when it comes of public affection she ends up rather flustered.
She went bright red with a flush you’ve never seen on her before when you first kissed her in front of everyone at the Montero Farm after a day of attacking tobacco fields in Aguas Lindas (Philly totally cheered for you two whilst Carlos threatened to skin you like a croc if you mistreated his daughter)
It’s definitely difficult for Camila to ask for things she wants, maybe it was from being the oldest Montero but she slowly learns to ask for your affection. Of which, you’re more than happy to provide as you smother her with smooches.
Her favourite kisses from you are always after dinner or a big feast. It started off with you kissing away some sauce on her cheek but now you finish each meal with a cheesy kiss and jokes that she’s your dessert.
Camila has her fair share of stress around the farm, leading new recruits and trying to keep the peace between her brother and the rest of the residents so you do your best to keep her sane. That of course involves you dragging her away from work or her practice post to give her lots of kisses all over her face.
Philly Barzaga
Philly is probably over-enthusiastic for his daily dose of kisses, and almost always going to be flirty in his classic Philly magic style.
He couldn’t stop dancing and cheering when you had first kissed him. It was down at his workshop, the two of you working on designs for diesel daisy and sharing a cerveza to finish the night off. Of course, that lead you to kiss him gently and you watched as his face lit up like fireworks.
Asking for kisses is a walk in the park for Philly and he totally pulls out all his cards. Whenever he’s in need for some extra smooches he holds chorizo up and the two of them make puppy dog eyes until you cave and pamper him.
His favourite type of kisses are on the back of his neck. He just loves when you surprise him by wrapping your arms around him from behind (hopefully whilst there’s no sharp tools in his hands) and pepper his neck with kisses as you squeeze him lovingly.
Of course, Philly has his moments which leave him shaken whether that’s trying to save Ale or freaking out from his fear of flying. In those moments he just needs all your love and support so you never fail to kiss his forehead and hold him close.
Bembé Alvarez
Bembé is totally confident in his ability to deliver kisses, I mean common the man knows he’s sexy and he’s been told how good of a kisser he is.
He was definitely caught of guard when you kissed him first (it was his plan to make you flustered not the other way around). You had just finished a raid, snatching the profit from the Gulov twins on behalf of Bembé. It was late at night, and you were on your way home from his church as you bid him goodnight with a soft kiss to his lips.
From that first kiss, Bembé is more than happy to ask for kisses. He loves showing affection in front of others but he will also ask for a peck over intimate dinners and moments alone with you.
Don’t tell anyone but his favourite types of kisses are the really tender forehead kisses. He has to be in the right mood for them, preferably right before he falls asleep with you in his arms but Bembé will show you his softer side and expect lots of soft kisses on his brow-line, forehead and temple.
Bembé loves the quiet moments with you on the roof of his church. His head can rest in your lap as he runs through his numbers in some peace whilst you occasionally bend down to kiss him.
Carlos Montero
Carlos Montero has a lot of pride in his work, however he’s lost touch with any sort of romance over the years which has led to a certain shyness when it comes to kisses and public displays of affection.
When you first kissed him it was rather unplanned. He had narrowly escaped the attack of José in Verdera and in a state of panic and relief you held his face in your hands and kissed him gently.
Despite his reluctance for romantic activities, you slowly help build up that confidence which was always there. Carlos eventually asks you for kisses around camp or whilst you’re driving around Madrugada in his truck.
His favourite type of kisses has to be when you kiss the corner of his mouth or his chin. Carlos adores walking around Sirena Bay with you, his arm looped over your shoulder whilst you cuddle close and kiss the bottom of his lip.
Whenever there are big celebrations in the Montero Farm, with lots of drinks, singing and dancing, Carlos always takes your hand and asks you to dance under the fairy lights in the middle of camp. Everyone watches the two of you, cheering as you sway together and place gentle kisses along each other’s cheeks.
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FC6 - FLUFFTOBER MASTERLIST
welcome to flufftober everyone! this is my first time doing this and i am super excited for all the far cry 6 content to come !!
INTRODUCTION
firstly i wanna credit @creativepromptsforwriting for their amazing otp prompt which i morphed to fit this! they are the best for inspo
this page will act as a masterlist for this series and a checkpoint to cross off days! these next few months are very busy so there might be some delays/irregular posting but i will try to keep up as best i can! <3 and i will link to AO3 eventually!
please note! these are not requests, i’ve spent months planning which characters are getting which days, every draft is written and some will be prewritten prior to this being posted as i’m very busy and want to be organised.
however if you would like to be tagged pls either comment on this post, put it in an ask (non-anon) or message me!
some background info:
— every reader will be gender neutral with no specific body parts defined (i want everyone to enjoy and read these!!) and there are no ships for these prompts
— dani will have a mix of both male! and fem! versions however not at the same time
— i have prioritised/picked who i believe are the most popular characters as double-ups but i am using this to try new and underrated characters as well!!
i understand not everyone’s preferred character is not there or on a prompt you’d like. this is a huge project for me and i’ve picked what works for me with characters in and out of my comfort zone ! respect and support is important <3
— these are short stories (aiming for 500-1000 words) and will probably impact requests for a little while but i will try to keep up as best i can !
MASTERLIST
meet-cute — clara garcía
bickering — camila ‘espada’ montero
hand holding —paz ‘bicho’ duarte
cooking together — juan cortez
blushing — paolo de la vega
firsts — philly barzaga
stargazing —fem! dani rojas
confessions — bembé alvarez
morning routine — juan cortez
sneaking glances — yelena morales
argument — clara garcía
grocery shopping — juan cortez
dancing — juan cortez
little gifts — lola tafalla
sharing a bed — mercedes ‘jonrón’ martin
family — fem! dani rojas
pet names — bembé alvarez
hugs — clara garcía
matching outfits — male! dani rojas
date night — zenia zayas
secretive — maria marquessa
comfort — camila ‘espada’ montero
vacation — philly barzaga
washing dishes — juan cortez
flowers — clara garcía
sick days — fem! dani rojas
kisses — camila ‘espada’ montero
flirting — bembé alvarez
adopting a pet — fem! dani rojas
insecurity — carlos montero
proposal — clara garcía
archive our own !
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FC6 — Date HC’s
screaming crying sobbing rn I HAVE MISSED WRITING SO MUCH :’) i’ve been so busy atm with assignments but i said fuck it i will procrastinate bc i need some soft FC6 content atm
also this isn’t a request or one of my bigger projects—it’s just very self indulgent and i didn’t want to rush another work bc im stressed n tired from studying so it’s a very generic hc but pls enjoy it nonetheless <33
Dani Rojas
To say Dani missed spending time with you is an understatement. There’s only so many tanks, helicopters and checkpoints she can destroy before she’s wishing to be back in your presence.
That’s why she doesn’t hesitate to call you, asking you to join her on collecting and returning the Triada relics to their place in Oluwa Cave.
The two of you spend an eerie night in Fort Oro, reading old lore and figuring out puzzles as you search for the relics. Of course, once mirrors start smashing Dani is quick to (heroically) grab your hand and squeeze it tight.
“Coño, just what the fuck is going on in this place— you’re not letting go of my hand, right?”
Dani definitely has her fair share of scares and spooks but when she grapples down the well, landing beside you with a soft ‘omft’ she knows she’s in good hands.
As long as you’re with her, its the best date she could ask for, especially when you reach out and kiss her cheek. It’s there she hopes the darkness of the cave hides her flush because she’s absolutely smitten with you in that moment.
Clara Garcia
Clara rarely gets a chance to get off her island, and if she does it’s almost always with a job to do. She’s absolutely beaming at the thought of not only getting to leave without responsibilities but she gets to spend the entire day with her favourite person.
Of course, that excitement drops when she finds you holding horses (graciously borrowed from the Montero Farm) and your knowing smile.
The absolute city girl that she is, Clara finds she has no idea how to ride or control the horse at all— but that only means she hitches a ride with you, her hands wrapped tightly around your waist and her chin perched on your shoulder.
“Now where is my favourite guerrilla taking me? Please tell me its somewhere relaxing… if such a place exists in Yara.”
You can’t help but feel proud at how happy Clara looks upon seeing the small picnic station around Lucero Lighthouse. With a careful dismount, you lead her over to the soft rug where you both share a bottle of rum and delicious snacks that you totally had to bribe Juan to smuggle in for the two of you.
On your way back, with Clara now sitting in front of you on the horse, you clumsily try to teach her how to steer. It doesn’t work very well but the two of you are laughing as you walk around in wobbly circles.
That’s why you’re totally unprepared for the way Clara turns in your arms, cradling your face gently as she plants a soft kiss to your lips as she whispers thank you for an amazing day.
Juan Cortez
For all that Juan loves in being a guerrilla, he has his days where he wants nothing more than to storm off from his workbench and forget about the stress of the revolution.
That’s why he jumped at the opportunity to spend a date with you, after you offered to help reset his stumped out creativity. Sneaking around Esperanza’s La Divinidad Cathedral searching for criptograma chests is just the sort of fun he needed.
The added exhilaration of sneaking past FND made it a thousand times more interesting as you zip lined over buildings and ducked through alley ways.
“I bet you a new supremo that I can find em before you— hey! No head starts that’s cheating cariño!!”
You affectionately lend him a hand for the more challenging grapples, not as agile as he once was in his glory days (and he tries to climb buildings with flip flops) but you let his ego flare up again by letting him collect the ‘Rum’ and ‘La Guitarra’ charts before you.
Of course, that doesn’t mean that as he climbs up a ledge you can’t surprise him by leaning down from you place on the roof to kiss him gently.
Camila ‘Espada’ Montero
It’s a well known fact that Camila takes on too much responsibly at camp, constantly working on training new recruits and planning to drive José into the ground. And you figured it’s finally time for her well deserved break.
The only way you could convince her to drop everything and come with you is by making it appear slightly ‘productive’ — so what better way than a hunting trip right?
The two of you made it all the way up to Aguas Lindas, searching for any unsuspecting mongeese or cougars when you stumbled upon the den of the Demoníaco.
“What you do say, should we get ourselves some infamous coyote pelts? I think a new hat would suit you.”
The two of you worked together, throwing all your fire power at the agile creatures until you finally got your prize. All the hard work was worth it when the two of you made it back to camp with triumphant looks on your faces.
Everyone was celebrating and giving you pats on your backs but none of that crossed your mind as Camila wrapped her arms around you and brought you into a bone crushing hug. Both of you held each other, breathing each other in as you littered sweet kisses to her shoulder and neck.
Carlos Montero
Carlos has built the Montero reputation on hard work and determination— the man priding himself on not taking time off from what mattered most to him.
That’s why he’s absolutely shocked you asked him on a fishing trip, but deep down under the stone, stubborn looks he was excited to relax and spend the day with you.
He’s got zero patience, grumbling as he fumbles with lures and fishing lines before he can even get it into the water and don’t get him started with waiting for the fish to actually bite.
“Are these pendejos de pescado sleeping? Next time I’ll stick with cocodrilos— how the hell did you catch one so fast?”
Carlos can’t believe his eyes when she sees you pull in catch after catch, convinced you’ve got fish hidden in your pockets somewhere. And he totally isn’t at all flustered when you share some of your tricks.
Around midday, the sun is glaring on your back and straining your eyes as it reflects off the crystal blue water. The two of you called it a day for fishing and are simply dangling your legs in the water in the boat.
Carlos takes his hat off at the sight of your discomfort and places it on your head. It’s too big for you, slipping over your eyes and as you lift it slowly you’re met with a gentle kiss and his nose bumping against yours.
Mercedes ‘Jonrón’ Martin
Jonrón has two passions. One— making Admiral Benítez’ life a living hell and two— spending time with you. If she’s not actively exploding tanks and stealing supplies from the FND, then she’s in your company (preferably partying or cuddling)
Being the total history nerd that she is, she jumps at the chance to spend the day with you exploring Yara and finding little pieces of history.
The two of you search through La Joya, jumping from abandoned Mills to Mckay’s pipelines as you stumble across all sorts of journalist notes, offical documents, ghost stories and even saucy diary pages.
“Oh! Oh! You’ve got to read this one! Look its from Lobo— ‘Lucky Mamá slapped me hard today. Hard. Chipped one of my fucking teeth.’ Hah Classic!”
Just being around Jonrón means her energy transfers over to you. You can’t help but smile and laugh along to all the stories she tells you and the way she reads different letters with all the dramatic flare she can muster.
Her head is resting in your lap, eyes trained to the pages she’s collected and flicking through all of them. It’s perfect for you to pull the papers down, revealing her face as you bend down to kiss her with a fond smile.
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It's MY BIRTHDAAAAY! Can I get a gender neutral reader celebrating their birthday with Camila, Juan, Clara, Dani, and Philly? Love you bestie!
FC6 — Celebrating your birthday
HAPPYY BIRTHDAYYYY!! ILYSM 💕💖 i hope you had the most amazing day— i'm sorry i couldn't get these done for the big day but we all get to celebrate our bday for a week anyway so i hope these make up for it 💕
Dani Rojas
Dani is so excited for your birthday. She’s been planning the big day for months, organising food, music, gifts, cervezas and all the other small details so everything is perfect for you.
She’s got a big party planned at Libertad HQ, with Clara and Juan helping her set up decorations and a bonfire. She even managed to get Talía and Paolo to DJ after running around Yara for them.
“Its your special day! Get out there and celebrate!!”
Dani is with you all night, dancing by your side as everyone cheers and wishes you happy birthday. Her hands are linked with yours as she spins and dips you in a cheesy attempt to steal a kiss.
When it all goes quiet and everyone is curled up on the beach shore, Dani pulls out her gift for you— a handmade charm with your initials on it. Theres a little antique charm connected to it, a relic from your first date exploring the Oluwa caves and its the perfect match to your weapons.
Despite the darkness and faint moonlight, Dani’s blush is clear as day when you lean forward and kiss her but she doesn’t let it get in the way as she kisses you right back.
Clara García
Clara is looking forward to your birthday and the intimate gathering she’s put together for you and your close mutual friends. She hasn’t planned everything in detail but she worked very hard in the recent months to make sure Libertad’s leaders could have a night off.
Everyone is settled by the warm fire, Clara’s head resting on your shoulder as Julio plays the guitar and Lita sings with him. The two of you are sharing a beer as Juan cracks jokes and passes another round of rum to everyone.
Clara takes a blanket and wraps it around your shoulders when the temperature drops as the sun goes down. Her arms stay wrapped around you in a tight hug as you both rock to Julio’s melodies, and she whispers only to you how much she loves you.
Eventually she brings out a wrapped box and gifts it to you, letting you flick through the scrapbook she’s put together. There’s photos from your first few dates at Esperanzas University and others from your trips scouting for libertad recruits.
The last end of the scrapbook is empty and has Clara’s printed handwriting that explains that section is for when Yara is free and you can grow old together in peace. She doesn’t get to explain it further though, when you’re tackling her into a hug and littering kisses over her face.
“I promise, mi ángel we will free Yara together and then we will celebrate so many more birthdays to come.”
Juan Cortez
Juan is surprisingly nervous for your birthday, not because he doesn’t want to celebrate but because he actually planned something akin to a date and he’s not good with those intimate situations.
After a lot of drinks and planning spiralling with guapo, Juan has a boat ready to go and a cooler full of snacks and drinks waiting. The two of you find a spot in Quito bay to anchor and have a picnic on the water.
Mindful of any sharks, your legs get to rest in the cool blue water as you chat for hours. Of course, it wouldn’t be Juan style without his fair share of sex jokes and innuendos but it’s all because he loves to see you laugh.
At the end of the evening, when you think its time to leave Juan has one more ace up his sleeve as fireworks go off in the bay. Your head is tucked under his as you watch the lights and if you look close enough you can see Dani igniting everything and waving from Fort Quito.
Juan’s never been one for gifts in general but he’d break all his rules for you. The newspaper wrapped gift reveals a custom supremo comic which he made for you, the book containing a badass storyline and a superhero which is no doubt you with a cool cape. That includes your own real custom supremo Juan designed, made and painted for you to use out in the field.
At first he thinks you’re going to hate his gift but that all leaves when you lean over and plant a kiss to his cheek and both of you laugh at the way his eyes light up under the light of the fireworks.
“Feliz cumpleaños cariño.”
Camila ‘Espada’ Montero
Camila is equal parts excited and nervous for your birthday celebrations, but mostly because she doesn’t want her family to be overbearing on your big day.
She’s planned a big dinner at the Montero Farm, with music, food and most importantly family. It means a lot to her that Carlos, Alejandro and Philly all welcome you and she wants your birthday to be perfect.
Of course, there’s no need for her to worry as you’re all seated on a long dining table. Her hand is squeezing yours under the table as Carlos gives his blessing and everyone cheers and congratulates you for your birthday.
The food is amazing, with Carlos’ infamous slow cooked croc and your favourite dishes Camila spent perfecting. Chorizo begged you for food (which you snuck him some without Philly noticing) whilst everyone chatted between plates of food.
When everyone went quiet and turned to you, there was a brief moment of panic before you noticed Camila holding out a dagger. There were little engravings all along the handle and fabric matching her shirt along the grip.
“Happy birthday amor, you’re a Montero now… and don’t worry I’ll teach you how to use it.”
Everyone is clapping and cheering (with a few celebratory whistles) as your arms are wrapping around her neck and kissing her gently. Both of you laugh under your breath when Carlos goes into protective dad mode but you know deep down he’s happy and wants you to have an amazing birthday.
Philly Barzaga
Philly has the biggest grin on his face for weeks leading up to your birthday cause he know’s he’s got it all in the bag. With Chorizo’s help and some of his infamous ‘Philly magic’, he’s planned a whole date for you.
Going with the intimate theme, Philly put up lights in the airstrip runway of his home with a canopy, pillows and beanbags for you to sit in. He planned all the little details including a small table to eat some home cooked food on and a stereo for music.
Of course, being a mechanic he wired a projector to play your favourite films along the wall of the airplane hanger and the two of you curled up in a pillow fort for an outdoor movie together.
“Happy birthday hero— hey hey! Don’t get distracted this is the best part!”
As the credits roll sometime between the third and forth movie, chorizo comes waddling out with a present tucked into the work-pouch of his wheels. Inside the small box is an engraved, handmade necklace for you that Philly delicately made and is signed, ‘from your favourite guerrilla’s Philly & Chorizo’
After putting the necklace on you, Philly messes up your hair and you pull him into a bear hug. You gently kiss the corner of his mouth before curling back up with your head on his chest to binge another movie and cuddle.
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FC6 — joining the guerrillas
guess who’s back from covid??😤 okay basically, i’m still recovering and not feeling the best (so things will be slow atm) but i wanted to try and write something that wasn’t a request so i didn’t make too many mistakes.
this feels like a hot mess and is all over the shock but it’s based on this mission and i’ve been obsessed w Lola’s side missions (highly recommend) anyway pls enjoy <33
General HC’s
Growing up in Maceo was one of the best experiences of your life. Sure, the town was fairly rundown and had its fair share of poverty but the small communities and families made growing up an enjoyable one.
Nothing could have prepared you for the onslaught of FND soldiers who locked the town down, nor could you have anticipated the mudslide which decimated your home overnight.
Poison was leaking everywhere from the newly installed biomedical facilities, courtesy of the FND and captain Ramón Gallegos, and so many in your town began to get sick.
Months passed and those who had survived the mudslides were rounded up by FND forces and used as test subjects after they swarmed the airbase.
The town reeked of blood, poison and death where eventually, the town hit its breaking point. Soldiers were rounding up the last of the civilians from your apartment block and the surrounding neighbourhoods.
Chaos erupted when people started screaming, and not long after the soldiers started firing. Everyone did their best to duck for cover or to flee, most weren’t so lucky.
Just when you thought this would be your doom, the sound of a horn startle you and your gaze turns to a yellow taxi.
“Quickly!! This way— get over here!”
A lady you’ve come to know as Lola pulls you into the safety of her cab, both of you ducking as the back windshield is shattered with stray bullets.
Once you’re well and truely out of the reach of FND, Lola brings you back to her place and patches up your injuries, offering you warm food and a place to stay.
Lola has become a good friend and mother figure to you over the months you’ve stayed with her. She understands your grief, but is never overbearing and you’ve come to enjoy her company and helping her out on her job as a Black Market Specialist where you can.
Just when you think it’s time to work with Lola full time and venture out of your safety bubble, Lola places a gentle hand on your shoulder and gestures to her taxi.
“I’m not giving up on you yet— but there’s someone I want you to meet.”
Dani Rojas
Dani is more than welcoming when you first meet her, not from anything overly sweet— hell you saw her blow up a tank on your way over but her mannerism suggests she’s used to getting along with people pretty quick.
“You get lost and end up here too?”
It’s instantly clear the two of you hit it off as friends, if not something more. She’s kind and understanding underneath the hardened exterior, helping you settle in to Libertad with warm hugs and the occasional shoulder punch.
Dani helps you train as a guerrilla, from letting you in on little secrets she learnt in military training to basic skills like how to stop your weapon from swaying.
The two of you go out on jobs with Lola and sometimes even the Danny Trejo where you get to laugh with your new found family and most importantly help other towns by stealing back PG-240X from the FND.
Every time you arrive back and Lola drops you off with a gentle wave from her car, Dani takes your hands in hers and squeezes. She pulls you closer ever so slowly as your foreheads rest together and the two of you breathe each other in after another successful day together.
Dani never fails to make you feel at home amongst the Libertad family, even with all the chaos of war. She always squeezes your hands during troubling moments and sits with you whenever you’re missing your family.
Clara García
Meeting the infamous Clara García is as intimidating as it sounds. She commands the room (or hideout as its more accurately described) but that never stopped her from giving you a place amongst her people.
Of course, you have to prove yourself as a guerrilla— going out on raids with Benito and assisting Dani with securing military bases. It was tiring work but you quickly became one of Clara’s most trusted guerrillas.
Through all the fighting and the death, there’s nothing you enjoy more than returning to Libertad HQ and the warm embrace she always greets you with.
The two of you go for strolls along the Archipelago guerrilla paths and down along the beach. Your hands are intertwined as sand washes over your feet and you both ramble aimlessly about long lost dreams and a better life.
“A free Yara… that’s a dream— an unachievable goal. But loving you, that’s real.”
Whenever you’re looking over plans, maps and blueprints, Clara always comes up behind you to wrap her arms around your waist. Her presence is always grounding, reminding you that there’s a home for you here as she litters kisses along your shoulders and neck.
Clara knows what homesickness feels like, albeit a little different but she goes above and beyond to make you feel at home with her. She sometimes feels guilty for being busy or not having loads of spare time but her libertad bandana now rests comfortably on your neck and you both know she is as much devoted to you as you are to her.
Juan Cortez
When Lola said she had someone for you to meet, you were not expecting some drunk old man who dressed like a turista and smelt like rum. But alas, Juan Cortez was an old friend of hers and he was shocked you hadn’t heard of the infamous spymaster.
To your surprise, Juan makes you feel comfortable and at ease. He doesn’t push you to share anything, but he can tell your past hasn’t been easy— just like his.
Juan shows you how to craft his genius supremos and the two of you test them on military convoys and checkpoints with the excuse of collecting resources (but you both know it’s just fun to blow shit sky high).
The two of you have little bets and wagers when hitting military targets to see who can ‘out-guerrilla’ the other. It’s never overly competitive, but working together has given you both a new purpose and something to look forward to.
“Hah! No alarms and undetected— who’s the best guerrilla now hmm?”
Juan’s never been super into anything overly affectionate but with the right amount of rum and an overflow of emotions the man is a total hugger. The two of you will be sitting by the fire just outside his bunker sharing a bottle before he’s wrapping you in his arms and falling asleep (yeah he snores in your ear).
Besides from actually moving into his bunker, Juan and his company help you find yourself again. He’s always there to listen if the memories of Maceo return and he never fails to show you a gentler side to remind you of how important you are to Libertad and to him.
Camila ‘Espada’ Montero
When you arrived at the Montero Farm, you were almost certain you’d be meeting the head of the Estate, Carlos but instead you were greeted with the warmth of his daughter.
“Papá has never liked outsiders… but you look like a fighter, common I’ll show you around.”
The two of you bond immediately and Camila doesn’t hesitate to introduce you to the community whilst she shows you around. It takes you a while to find everything, but she’s never far from sight if you’re a little lost straight away.
Camila helps you train during the day, although her skills far outweigh yours. That doesn’t stop her from holding your forearms gently in her hands and guiding your body to slash the practice post.
She teaches you all sorts of skills, mostly to do with defending yourself but she doesn’t hesitate to introduce you to the farm life. Together, you both brush down horses and collect the chicken eggs into small baskets.
It’s a very different life to the one you had in your run down apartment in Maceo but Camila makes you feel safe and happy for the first time in a long time. Whenever you’ve both training too hard, she takes your hands in hers, squeezing gently before littering your cheeks with kisses.
Apart of you was terrified the rest of the Montero family wasn’t going to accept an outsider such as yourself but with Carlos’ bear hugs, inside jokes with Alejo and arm wrestles with Philly, everyone made you feel at home. But none of them could ever replace what Camila meant to you.
Bembé Alvarez
The infamous Bembé Alvarez certainly lives up to his reputation as Black Market King. The man bleeds confident with a sly streak which you know can only mean trouble.
However, Bembé never showed any form of deceit towards you— if anything the man was kind and you eventually gained his trust. Of course, earning his trust came with responsibilities and you slipped into the role as his right hand.
He vows to help you take PG-240X off the black market, and the two of you don’t hesitate to lure FND sellers to their inevitable doom. Bembé strikes his ‘deals’ and watches as you revenge the death of your family and friends, making sure to always destroy the poison which took so much from you.
On your trips, the two of you raid the offices of FND generals and high ranking officers, looting artworks and precious cargo which can be sold. The black market continues even without the presence of the awful poison.
Back in the safety of his church, Bembé doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms and rest his chin atop of your head whilst you both work. The mundane intimacies like holding each others hands and snuggling whilst you count stacks of cash make you both feel like normal people again.
Bembé lets you live with him and the two of you live peaceful lives, a stark contrast to the world you work in. He always leans over to kiss you during breakfast and those moments make you realise how at home he makes you feel.
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me…now common, we’ve got a debt to collect, that Fernandez is still fifty thousand over mi amor.”
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My Juan of a Kind – Part Three
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |
pairing: juan cortez x reader [background clara x dani]
summary: after finally returning from isla santuario things look to be peaceful at the newly united libertad. however, when a dead drop calls- it causes you both to own up to unsaid feelings (i suck as summaries it’s legit just the dead drop mission remastered) *you’ll find a link with a photo that i took in game that appears in the fic*
note: am i finishing this after seven months? yes. did i go way overboard? absolutely. firstly i wanna say i’m happy to be back and i hope i’ll be able to write a little more now that time is freeing up. secondly, i feel like my writing style has changed drastically? i’m actually really happy with how this turned out but it will obvi feel very disjointed from the first two chapters (sorry ya’ll) but pls enjoy this one and i got so into writing it, there will be a forth chapter/epilogue where there’s actual content and not just a lot of yearning lol <3 also please not this one has a lot of angst and feels and i even tried writing from juan’s pov so idk how well that turned out but we’ll see how we go !
if juan sounds out of character here its bc 1) i make him soft, sue me and 2) i took a lot of inspo from the comics by ubi where he has a lot more trauma and so i tried to put that into canon/my fics version of the story so i hope it doesn’t sound that off for him :)
warnings: angst, canon typical violence, the reader gets like close to death and while its not very graphic the fic still has a heavy feel to it just like the dead drop mission. pls be careful and take care of yourselves <3
description: gender neutral reader | angst with a side of fluff | changing pov | 10,315 words |
Aches and pains. That’s the first thing you notice as you wake up, taking in the soreness of your legs from running around Anton’s boats and the stiffness in your back that always seems to shine through on the mornings after you wear a heavy supremo all day. All your joints hurt in a way that says you might have overdone it yesterday but you wouldn’t change any of it, not even for a second. Not if it meant you’d get to sleep in with the older guerrilla snoring soundly next to you, face pressed into your hair with his hands gripping your shirt like he’s scared you’ll slip away, even in sleep.
These are your favorite mornings. The slowness of the room, the lack of routine or urgency to get somewhere, the feeling of safety knowing Libertad has pulled off a great win. All of it means you get to roll into the warmth of Juan’s embrace, and let yourself indulge in the peaceful stillness of the room.
You can hear the gentle buzz of machinery below you, the sounds of engines rumbling from where Juan pulled apart an old FND jeep and forgot to turn it off. It fills the room, the noise drifting up from the lower ground and up into the scaffolding that is his living quarters. It compliments the sound of water that echoes up from the cave systems attached to his bunker, all of it so peaceful and decidedly lacking any gunfire or sirens or scouting calls that it’s almost enough to send you back to sleep. Almost.
Guapo comes barreling through the front door, the sound reverberating and waking up Juan in the process, who’s already grumbling a string of mumbled curses into your hair. The two of you look down over the edge of the scaffolding to see the very excited cocodrilo drop a dead crab in the middle of the room, his tail swinging around as if he were a puppy and a deep rumble that you’ve come to learn means he’s proud of himself but also very, very hungry.
Of course, Guapo wanting to be hand-fed like the spoiled pet he is, doesn’t stop you from enjoying the quiet of the morning. Together, the small cocodrilo is pampered with pets, bellyrubs and hand fed his crab along with other slabs of meat and the occasional treat for the better part of an hour before he curls up underneath the workshop bench to sleep on the cooler concrete.
Juan has already made his way over, eyes fixed on tinkering with his supremos as he pulls apart delicate strips of metal and fiddles with wires. Deciding to join him, you drag a spare stool over to watch him work, your head resting on his shoulder as a makeshift pillow. Occasionally you pass him things, little screwdrivers and wrenches, and you might even make a comment on what he’s doing but for the most part you’re more than content to watch him work. Neither of you need words to communicate, not now, when it's just the two of you with only Guapo nudging at your legs. The two of you wordlessly talk to each other with tactile touches, brushing fingers as tools are passed, subtly leaning into each other's space and bumping knees under the workbench. It’s so rare that the two of you can enjoy silence, that you don’t even attempt to turn on his small radio sitting atop of the bench beside you– no one willing to break the fragile moment with any noise louder than hushed whispers and metal clanking.
So it stays like that. At least for as long as it can go on. You can hear some of the guerrillas moving around at Clara's camp from outside, both of you perking up at the sound scouts talking whilst they walk past the bunker’s entrance. It seems to clear you up, knock you out of the blissful daze you were in. Juan seems to feel it too, straightening out in his chair as he gestures over to your gear by the door.
“Your rifle could use a touch up,” He waves a wrench at your weapon sitting up against the wall, before reaching over to some of his parts he’ll need to improve it. “I’ve got the circuits I need to fix it now, can’t have you dealing with all that weapon sway now that we’re off that god awful island, no?”
Juan gives you a big smile, one that you happily return as you grab your rifle and some other loose items to begin working on it. Both of you are overjoyed to be off Isla Santuario, but you can see it in the way the old spymaster’s eyes light up at having his workshop back– having his home back, to know he’s truly happy to return.
After your rifle is thoroughly upgraded, a feat Juan keeps boasting about because it’s now ‘a custom piece made by the resolver master himself!’ He insists it has to have the eye-catching pop of color to match. Of course, that just means Juan ends up with paint all over himself since he’s never been one to do things carefully and before you know it there’s silver paint all over the rifle, the bench and his hands. The lining of the rifle is bright, shining as it brings out the shine to the metal, highly impractical for the field but who cares about camouflage when you’ve got style. But the new and improved rifle doesn’t take your eyes away from the man in front of you.
“I can’t tell if you’re doused in silver paint or if that’s just your gray hair, old man.” Your fingers attempt to smudge the glittery gray substance from his hair, only to let out a fit of affectionate laughter when nothing changes. It doesn’t stop you from running your fingers through it, tucking the unsurprisingly greasy hair behind his ear and straightening out his mess of a bed head and you can’t help but smile as he leans into the gesture. It’s only after he realizes you’ve teased him does he huff in fake offense, hand over his chest like he took a literal bullet. “No seriously, you’re covered in paint. Go get in the shower and I’m going to grab breakfast… or is it lunch?”
Having to drag Juan to the shower was an effort in and of itself but once he finally stops trying to chase your touches, which neither of you want to admit is harder said than done, you’re able to make your way over to the rest of camp.
At the first touch of light to your eyes, a wince falls from you as you realize just how truly dark the bunker is. It shouldn’t be a shock and yet it is, to see how crystal blue the water is, the way boats and buoys bounce along the water by the docks, the little deck chairs tucked under an umbrella by the shore where you and Juan have spent many sunsets just enjoying nature. All of it is so overwhelming, so real and it's the first time you’ve taken a moment to appreciate just how much you’ve missed it– missed being home after so many months stranded on that Island. Almost everyone at Libertad thought, for at least a moment, that we wouldn’t be making it out alive. That we’d all die on that Island, the last remnants of resistance in Yara would be lost to the swarm of soldados and heavily armed vehicles. But being here. Just getting the see birds fly overhead and the crabs waddle aimlessly is all the evidence you need to know that you’ve made it.
In the center of camp it's full of noise. Everyone is moving around you, not relaxing even for a moment as they begin planning next moves and latest attacks, chasing up potential leads on shipments and finding weak spots on shipping routes to intercept supplies. Clara’s base of operations is truly up and running.
The rustle of movement, the constant noise from an array of guerrillas loading gear, climbing watchtowers and even just eating in the common areas– all of it brings a certain level of comfort now that you’re all back home. When on Isla Santuario, the noises only brought you stress, a constant reminder of danger and the pressing need to escape such a place. Now those same noises make you feel at home, the sense of community making you feel safe and protected as you take a seat at one of the tables alongside Julio.
Both of you gaze out to the scene in front of you, noting how Dani is getting her proper induction into Libertad’s ranks. Clara takes her through the maps of Yara, teaching her the back routes and all the known safehouse locations, where to find caches if she needs supplies and makes sure her phone has everyone’s number in case she needs to find backup. The two stand shoulder to shoulder as she speaks, brushing arms as she shows Dani who are our allies in the fight against Castillo. Fingers brush together, little intimacies that would otherwise be missed if you weren't looking, if everyone wasn’t so acutely aware of how the Queen of Libertad has taken a liking to the newest guerrilla. It looks so easy, and comes so naturally to them. How Clara can see through Dani and trust her with her life despite knowing her for such little time. A part of it hurts, in a way, when you think of your own unspoken thing with the spy master of camp. The way you two dance around feelings, held back by fear and years of trauma, always hesitant to touch in public because being in public means being perceived and being perceived means putting a name on such a mess of feelings.
It’s messy, and painful. The way you both want to just be and yet you’re both too scared to act on it for fear it’ll change things. And you’ll both be damned if things change for the worse. It’s not perfect, what you two have– far from it. It can’t be, not in Yara where you could lose everything and everyone at any given moment, so you’ll take whatever the hell you have together because it’s better than having nothing at all.
“How much do you wanna bet those two will be hitched before Castillo’s government collapses?” Juilo’s joke is a welcome distraction, and both of you chuckle at the way Dani not so subtly sways into Clara’s touch like a woman starved of water.
“I’ll give you all my moneda that those two end up together long before we get even the Montero’s on our side.”
The two of you share a pleasant small talk, cracking little inside jokes and making bets like the old friends you two are. You’ve known him for longer than most, offering him a place at Libertad once cities went into lockdown and people started rioting. Both of you bloomed under Clara and it felt so natural to make a family amongst the crew as he befriended everyone and of course, his beloved Lita. You don’t talk about it, but you’ve known him long enough to see the sadness in his eyes, the way any mention of romantics reveals his sadness, the emptiness and grief he feels from losing her. All of it is hidden behind jokes, behinding fighting and the life of a guerrilla. All of you are hiding something, holding in grief and pain. For some it’s more obvious, the way Juan will drink himself to the bottom of a barrel or how Julio plays Lita’s Bella Ciao almost every night. But for others, like yourself, it’s hidden behind a plate of armor– where fighting and freedom is your passion because if you let yourself feel anything else, if you think about it for too long you’ll realize you have the same pain as everyone else.
The thing for Libertad is you’re all good at not talking about it, or only talking about it through off-handed jokes and small talk. Everyone understands the shared pain, just about every member knows who is grieving and who has trauma. It’s never talked about, never judged, no. Instead it’s met with curt nods of understanding and the offer of distraction– where the very concept of Libertad acts as a way for people to forget who they are, to forget the baggage they carry and to fight for something better than themselves.
It’s a comfort, one that you’re thankful for as Juilo offers you a plate of food and a coffee, a small luxury everyone got to indulge in when Libertad had raided Anton’s warehouses not some months ago. It had been storing an abundance of imported goods like coffee beans, spices, sugar cane and an array of other indulgent items a dictator deemed necessary for his lavish lifestyle up in the capitol.
Both of you salute with your cups, smiling as they clank together in one of those wordless confirmations that says you’re both happy to be back home despite it all. It’s blissfully domestic as everyone moves around you and eventually he asks you to join him for a raid on a weapon shipment McKay had recently brought in.
“Intel says he’ll be moving it all to Madrugada for José, ‘m thinking we can grab it whilst it passes through Valle de Oro.” Julio says with a mouthful of food, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before it extends and you shake on it. With a nod of approval from you, he brings you in for a hug, always the reliable guerrilla and you can’t help but feel excitement for getting back into the swing of things.
You turn your attention over to Benito who’s just arrived at the docks with a few of Juan’s crew as they start unloading crates and boxes of god knows what. Their signature yellow shirts always stand out. It’s to build team morale, you can almost hear the spymaster say it. But you know more than anyone else that the older guerrilla just loves it when someone is wearing a shirt with his face on it. His ego always overjoyed at the sight.
They’re currently trying to drag the heavy crates up to the center of camp and you watch as surrounding guerrillas jump up from their tables to help push them onto stable land. It’s then that you notice Benito is walking over to you, carrying some of the precious cargo before he plops it onto the table in front of you.
“Oye, this got shipped in this morning with your name on it. Courtesy of Big Papí.”
Your eyes scan over the boxes only to see viviro stickers plastered along the sides and a letter hastily folded into the side. It’s mostly redacted, completely unreadable besides from a few very direct and blunt orders to leave it at a drop site for collection, with the ambiguous promise of a payment sometime in the near future. All of it signed by the United States’ Central Intelligence Agency requesting more of the miracle drug. Comemierda.
“How much more of this do these pendejos need? Our last shipment to the Yanquis wasn’t even a month ago.” Your eyes scan back over the letter, trying to find an explanation as to why they might want more so soon after you and Juan had risked your lives to get it to them.
Coming up with nothing, you look up to Benito with hopes that he or maybe one of Juan’s spies has an answer but he only offers you a shrug. Totally indifferent to the letter mostly because he won’t be the one delivering it. “Eh, it brings in good money.”
“Ugh, now you sound like Juan.” You groan.
“It's not my fault Libertad is getting expensive. In my day you didn’t need the Yanquis to fund un revolución” Speak of the devil, Juan comes wandering into camp just in time to hear the back end of the conversation. His hair is a wet mop, still damp as guapo gallops in after him and rolls around in the sand by the fire pit. There’s a towel sitting around his shoulders, the offending item barely passing as one, not with the amount of oil stains and grease on it but you still can’t help the way he looks good with the sun shining down on him and those goofy hawaiian shirts that have come to suit him so well.
Besides you, Benito is bickering with Juan’s spies about having to get it back in the boat again if you’re going to have to deliver it, the fisherman doing his best to rope Julio into helping him with the heavy lifting but you’re too busy watching Juan wander over to the crates to inspect it. He removes the lid and picks up a pill bottle to shake it, holding it near his ear to listen to the rattle against the glass. He’s about to open it when you quickly swipe it from his hands, swapping it with your mug of coffee to him to sip on instead.
“Mission first, then get shitfaced– common, there’s important work to do and I need help gearing up.” You watch as he takes a sip, eyes closed as he lets the steam from the coffee fall over his face and you’re suddenly so aware of how at peace he looks, so far detached from how he can get on the battlefield. It’s only then do you realize you haven’t seen him like this in a long time, even when he’s happy around camp he’s rarely content and you want him to stay like that for as long as this revolución will allow.
“Need me to come with you?” He says over the lip of the mug, sharp green eyes finding yours.
You shake your head, no. But of course he’s stubborn in every way, so whether you want him to come along or stay behind on any of your missions, he will always find a way to disagree.
He’s still concerned with leaving you to this one alone even as he helps you gear up, always checking and rechecking with you as he tightens your armor and does some final touch ups to your supremo. You notice the nerves, the tremors of his hands as they hold onto you under the gear, some of it partly due to the caffeine and the other half due to the fear he gets before all missions. Where adrenaline builds up and spills over into unease, a fact of life he’s been able to hide behind liquor and pills for so long but gets harder to hide each passing day he spends with you.
“How many times have I done this run, mi viejo?” Your voice is soft, not an ounce of a lecture there just merely touched by his concern. Juan goes to respond but you’re quick to get another word in. “Countless. Now I don’t need you worrying, I’ve done this hundreds of times. Just place the viviro at the three lighthouses, all of them along the west coast where the Yanquis have marked as their pickup locations. I’ll be home at the end of the day before you know it, just like any one of your little spies would be if they were to do it.”
“But you’re not just any one of my spies. You’re one of Clara’s best, if not the best of us and you’re my–” He cuts himself off, swallowing thickly and still unconvinced. “And you’re still healing from that shoulder injury–”
“Juan–” Now it’s your turn to cut him off, taking his hand in yours as he looks at you with wide eyes. So rarely do you ever use his first name instead of a list of nicknames you’ve given him, and it clearly grabs his attention. A shuddered breath leaving him as he waits on you. “It’s okay.”
The pads of your fingers run over his hands, brushing over the array of calloused scars, rings and tattoos that speak of a life of hardship and war. Both of you are watching the movement and you can’t help but break out into a small smile when his hand turns over in yours, always moving and molding with you in hopes of following your touch. Desperate for it as you link your fingers to actually hold his hand properly.
“Just let me do this one. You go ahead and relax, I’ll join you in no time.” You kiss his cheek, soft and chaste because you can tell he needs some physical affection without knowing how to ask for it. “Besides, Clara needs you here helping her plan the next steps for Libertad.”
Juan watches as you climb down into the boat, hand still holding yours as he helps you climb down onto the deck and only lets go once he knows you’re not going to slip off into the water. You wave goodbye as the engine starts up with a roar, your body turns to watch him sit upon wooden crates and waits for you to eventually leave his line of sight along the horizon.
Immediately after, he calls you anyway.
He talks your ear off the whole way across the archipelago and all the way up until your first lighthouse. Not that you’d ever complain. Listening to his stories, whether it’s old war tales or adventures from when he worked for Espinosa. It never fails to make your chest feel warm with an overwhelming sense of love, so much it hurts.
Juan’s still talking even as you swing the grappling hook up to the railing of the lighthouse, albeit after many failed attempts. It’s harder to aim than you would have thought. Your arms burn with the weight of pulling yourself up, supremo and boxes of viviro included and you’re certain Juan’s having a one sided conversation with himself because there’s no way you can respond to his rambles with anything more than heavy breathing and groans as the rope burns your hands and if you were to let go, you’d fall to your death from thirty feet in the air.
After finally climbing over rusted railings, you find a little station to stash the viviro, tucking it between two broken slats of metal to keep it protected from the weather and any unwanted audiences. You sit down, exhausted and frustrated that this is just one of three you’ll need to climb this afternoon– not quite what you had planned at the start of such a peaceful morning.
The sight of a worn-down table draws you in, sitting down on one of the wooden chairs as it creaks and groans under you, the chipping blue paint masking its fragility. You gaze out onto the horizon, catching your breath just taking in the scene in front of you. It’s beautiful, the crystal blue water looks shiny as boats– both FND and locals alike drive over it, breaking the delicate shine to the waves as they create patterns of white wash across the water. Your elbow knocks against old beer bottles, the outside of them crusted in salt from how long they’ve been sitting there, abandoned and forgotten. There’s remnants of the people who once sat here, from the markings of initials along the metal outside of the lighthouse to the hastily scribbled notes left by long lost lovers who tried to find each other again along the peninsular.
“Not a bad view up here, old man.” Your heart dips, a feeling of heartbreak sitting heavy in your gut at the sight of the empty chair next to you. “Shame you’re missing out. Maybe I should have asked you to tag along after all.”
Despite the tease of your words, the playful and lighthearted tone as it always is with you two, is missing– a painful, unspoken feeling bleeds into the meaning of your words. It’s been happening far too often these days. What was once so easy to hide before, has almost become unbearable to handle now that you’re away from each other. Maybe it was those months spent on Isla Santuario, or maybe it’s the fact you’re both realizing you don’t want to keep living in this perpetual cycle of not talking about things– about your feelings for each other. Either way, something has to give.
Your voice is left sad and defeated, tone flat and wobbly as you realize there will never be a moment with him where you can truly relax and wander around Yara freely. Not without a fucked up regime and the constant threat of violence. At least not in his lifetime, and your stomach twists in grief as you crave some ounce of normalcy– to have one moment with him where neither of you are worrying about who’s aiming behind you and can instead get lost in the love letters, salted beer bottles and striking sunsets in front of you.
A flicker of the empty chair catches in the corner of your eye again, and you fiddle with the corner of the fragile but forgotten love letter. Mostly as a distraction from the fact you long to be back with him in his bunker. At least when you’re there you can fabricate a reality between the two of you– all the cuddling up on his stained couch pretending there’s no revolution outside, or that you’re both not living as outcasts, as guerrillas fighting for a better Yara.
“Take a picture?” He asks. And your chuckle is wet, throat tight in a strange overwhelming feeling to hold back any tears threatening to fall.
“S’not gonna be the same.” But even as you say it, you’re already clicking send, weak to anything he asks for and a wobbly smile breaks out on your face as you see he’s received the message.
“Well then, next time I better get my ass over there to be with my favorite guerrilla– can’t have you wreaking havoc on Anton’s soldados and enjoying the best of Yara’s views. Just wouldn’t be fair.” Juan jokes, laughter coming through as static from how close he holds the phone to his cheek.
“Well then, it’s a date.”
“...A date?” He sounds so surprised through the phone, like he imagined the last part up. It makes you smile fondly, eyes trained on the afternoon sun beaming over the horizon as it sits alone in a sky of blue. Not even Yara’s poor reception is enough to hide the way he’s breathing heavily in anticipation, in disbelief.
“Mhm, I’ll even bring the rum.” You can hear the almost nervous inhale through the phone, the way Juan pauses before saying anything.
A beat passes. And suddenly you’re the nervous one, like you’ve said the wrong thing and the fear you’re both so used to is back again. All of this so new, so open and exposed like you’ll both tread on landmines and spoil the whole thing in seconds.
“Unless you don’t want it to be?”
“¿Qué? And stay here growing old, only to miss my chance with you? Like hell.” Juan’s quick to answer, over eager like he’s terrified this might be the moment where he fucks everything up. Impossible, you think. The old man could do something as ridiculous as sell out Libertad and even under all the disappointment and anger you’d feel, there would always be a part of you that still loved him.
“Well, I know Clara’s been asking me to teach Dani the ropes. And I’ve been meaning to liberate Fort Santa María for a while now– you know I’ve always loved walking around the old guerrilla paths around there and Guapo could use a walk through the mangroves…” Your voice is hopeful, ending on a higher pitch like you’re not confident in asking him to join you on something that is decidedly not related to a mission. Like just asking him to a walk around the water is equal parts absurd and unattainable, and maybe it is, for guerrillas like you.
A chuckle rumbles through the phone, one that’s warm and authentic as he hums in delight. “I’d like that.”
It’s not perfect. Not at all. It’s nowhere near close to one of those romantic dinners you’ve seen on those old fifties black and white films that still manage to play back on Juan’s television amongst all of Castillo’s propaganda. It’s not one of those picnic dates Clara’s told you about from her time before Libertad, back when she was living the dream at Espinosa University. A far cry from anything you had growing up as one of Yara’s infamous outcasts. But you wouldn’t change it for the world if it meant having your not-so-romantic ‘liberate a military base turned date’ with the spy legend.
You begin to make your way back down from the lighthouse, aware that you can’t just sit down all day and think about what could and couldn’t happen in the future. Not when there’s deliveries to be made and promises to keep that you’d be back by tonight. You secure the grappling hook to the railing, tugging on it to make sure you’re not about to fall to your death before swinging your legs over the edge as you make your descent down.
Really, it would’ve just been easier to parachute down than to burn your hands even further with the rope. But your knees took such a blow from all the running around on Anton’s ships that you’d rather save yourself from the inevitability of pulling the string too late and ending up flat on your back. Sore hands it is.
Juan has already started rambling again, babbling about his time in the KGB and a part of you wonders whether he’s entirely sober or not.
“¡Oye, cariño! Did I ever tell you of the time I brokered a deal between the Yanquis and the Sinaloa cartel back in eighty-nine?”
“Enlighten me.” You encourage him, a teasing tone bleeding into your words.
“Fucking drug-lord wanted to stash their cash in American realestate so they could launder it. Fifty million dollar deal, cariño! I even got them to throw in a few kilos– sold it all on the black market for a profit.” Juan boldly recounts his story, and you can almost picture the way he’s got the phone pressed between his shoulder and cheek in an effort to talk with his hands. No doubt holding a cigar and waving smoke everywhere as he talks.
“Let me guess, you lost it all at the tables in Monte Carlo and had nothing but a cool story to tell by the end of it?” Your question is lighthearted, told in that soft, taunting way that you only reserve for him.
A dry, curt chuckle comes through the phone and you can almost picture Juan rubbing his head into his hands in that painstaking way he tends to do when he’s had too much to drink and is caught up in another one of his stories. “Aye, I’ve told you this one already, haven’t I?”
Juan sounds almost self depreciating, ashamed. Like his stories aren’t good enough for you anymore. As if you’d ever get tired of hearing them.
In your line of sight you catch the flicker of light from the second drop location, rounding the corner on one of Madrugada’s red dirt roads to reveal the lighthouse sitting out on the point. Your hands grip the rifle, aware of how guarded this territory is now that José has cracked down on tobacco production. Juan’s makeshift earpiece has been your lifesaver. Giving you the ability to run around Yara with both your hands free has its perks– all the while you can keep talking to him over the phone.
You have a fleeting suspicion he made them for you, just so he had an excuse to talk to you on missions when he’s not physically with you. Trust the old timer to be clingy.
“Mi viejo, you could tell me that story a hundred times along with all the other ‘tales of the infamous Juan Cortez! Guerrilla legend and spy master!’ ” Your voice is animated, playful and light as you poke fun at the countless books he’s written about himself– all of it to mask the fact that you love just sitting and listening to everything he’s willing to share, a part of you desperate to soak it all up. His wisdom, his crazy schemes and near death experiences. Anything you can get your hands on because underneath it all, you’re just as attached and desperate to be close to him as he is to you.
“I’m never going to get tired of listening to you, old man.” You say earnestly, meaning every second of it.
“Good, because you know I get lonely.” The way Juan says it makes your heart break, like it’s some undeniable truth for him. A fact of life, that he’s destined for nothing more than a life of fighting, only to realize there’s no-one in his life left to fight for. “Talking makes it easier to forget that.”
“Well as long as you’ll have me, mi viejo… I won’t let you feel alone–”
Crack.
The second you open the door of the smaller lighthouse, the blunt end of a rifle collides with your nose. You feel something break, pain spreading all over you as you hit the floor with a harsh thud. Everything is a blur, a disoriented fuzz as you try to recognise the people in front of you beyond just smudges of red and white.
It’s like everything is drowning under water as you try your best to keep your eyes open, desperately clinging to your surroundings in hopes it keeps you conscious. You can faintly hear the sounds of yelling. A distinct grumble you’ve come to find comforting over the years, but it’s muffled, far away and lost behind the glass case of a phone. Swallowed by the ringing in your ears and the throbbing in your head, no doubt from a broken nose.
“¿Cariño? Fuck–”
You’re helpless to do anything. Unsure of whether the bag placed over your head is what finally blocks your vision out or if it's the significant head trauma that gets to you first. Either way, you can’t do much more than sag against the ground, the last remnants of energy leaving you as you’re dragged away.
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Juan stood still at the sound of you hurt, his back still and taught at the sound of bone breaking. He can’t know for sure what happened, he’s not there with you. But he knows you’re hurting. He heard your cry of pain, could hear the thud of what he assumed was you hitting the floor. He heard muffled voices and footsteps as he tried to call out to you, desperate to help you in some way until the phone call was cut by whoever was on the other end with you.
He’s equal parts enraged that someone snitched, that clearly they were expecting you. Lying in wait till you entered whichever lighthouse they thought best to grab you. He doesn’t know who took you or where or who dared rat out Libertad. Whether it was one of his spies or a guerrilla in the ranks. Hell, it might’ve been the Yanquis for all he knows, and it’s all he will know for the time being. He won’t talk to anyone beyond Clara about this– not trusting anyone with your life.
And yet, at the same time he’s also a mess. It doesn’t take much for him to spiral, for him to overthink. He’s terrified that they have you, whoever they are. Heart stricken with fear of losing you. Juan’s almost certain it’s the FND by the very fact they haven’t tried to contact Libertad. This isn’t a prisoner swap or some other rebel group looking to get back at Libertad for past transgressions, no. It’s got to be the FND, with one of Clara’s highest ranked, most respected guerrillas in the palm of their hand, who’ll do whatever they want to get their information.
The better part of an hour is spent staring holes into the bottom of a bottle of rum, drinking himself into a daze as he tries to comprehend just how the hell he could’ve let you slip away from him so easily. He mumbles hopelessly to Guapo about anything and everything– about how he’s scared but also so barrelled over for you that just talking aloud about every little detail he finds himself fixated on, helps him forget the fact you’re even missing in the first place. He grips the neck of the bottle to hide how his hands shake, willing himself to look up from the ground as Clara comes to find him.
“I heard about what happened.” She looks equally worried, not only for you but for Juan himself. “Just let me round up the scouts we need–none of us know how bad it could be but we’ll get them back.”
He takes one final swig of the bottle, holding it high so the last drops of rum make it before he tosses it and stands on weak knees. None of it alcohol induced. Juan goes to head for his helicopter, patting down the breast pocket in his Hawaiian shirt to look for his keys but is abruptly stopped by Clara’s hand on his wrist.
“Are you sure you’re okay to go out there? We can handle this one, old friend.” She gives a sympathetic smile, like she knows the answer already but still isn’t afraid to ask. Always the one to look out for the people she cares about most.
“I can’t just sit and let them fucking die–coño! What if they–” Juan takes a breath, pinching in between his nose to try and stem the nausea, the awful feeling growing in his stomach. A feeling all too familiar to him as he’s suddenly reminded of how many people he’s lost to situations just like this one. “Por favor, Jefa.”
He’s not one for begging. Never are the days where Juan Cortez, spy master and guerrilla legend, is caught begging. But he’d bend every one of his guerrilla rules, throw out any moral obligation or loyalty to whoever if it meant being with you, if it meant seeing you safe.
Because he loves you.
The truth of that statement scares the shit out of him. Almost as much as losing you. Juan Cortez is not a man who has ever let emotions get to him, never been one to love anything but his work– only letting himself one thing, resolver.
But you, one of Clara’s best guerrillas, slowly chipped away at that old rusted heart of his, as cliche as it may be. You’re the only one brave enough, persistent enough to crack down his walls. You’re the only one who’s ever made him feel at home, to feel safe enough to let you into his life.
Juan’s shown you countless things about resolver, about how to navigate a warzone, how to outsmart the other side. He’s taught you how to pull apart helicopters and snipers before putting them back together so they’re new and improved, better than they ever were before. But you taught him how to slow down. You showed him how to appreciate life beyond just a series of conflicts, to see that people are worth loving. That not everyone who is out there is trying to kill you or betray you– that there’s more to life than just a constant battle for money and power.
You’ve pulled him apart and put him back together better than any weapon or vehicle. He should be shocked, and he is partly. A part of him waiting for the moment where some appalled stunned feeling washes over him from the fact that you’ve changed him. But he can’t, not when it just feels so natural, so good to have you back in his life. And for the first time in a long time, Juan realizes that he doesn’t want to go back to how things were in his life before this, before you.
A part of it all feels like a dream. That you were never really real. How could you be? How could someone like Juan Cortez ever be so lucky as to have someone as kind and good-hearted as you in his life.
You’re much too good for him. This guerrilla with a precious heart. The one who would lay down their life for the greater good of Yara if need be, the one who would stop at nothing to look out for your family. You’re more than kind to the children that run around Clara’s island, playing games of fútbol and making sure they have all the food their growing bodies need– knowing that most of Libertad’s members came from rundown orphanages and the streets. Where a good meal was a rarity in and of itself, much less someone willing to feed them. You took the rookie Dani Rojas under your wing without a second doubt, teaching her everything you know so she could be greater than Libertad and all of you combined. This golden guerrilla who he’s fallen so completely and wholly in love with. You’re too good to be true, and yet true all the same.
Juan wants to go after you, so desperate to see you safe again but he knows Clara won’t let him go alone. Hell– Guapo wouldn’t let him board his chopper if he knew. He can’t leave, not without the proper support but Clara needs time to do that. To rally up trusted guerrillas, ones who know you personally, who would have never betrayed you in the first place and that’s time he just doesn’t have.
And he feels helpless against it, drowning in guilt and a whole lot of rum just to try and stop thinking about the fact you’re gone. That this might be it… the last he’ll ever see of you.
To think that you were just on the phone with him, so cheerful and full of love despite having listened to his tired old stories for the hundredth time. So excited to hear him talk like it's the first time and he almost can’t believe it. He can’t make sense of the fact you enjoy his company, for some strange reason. That you’re actually excited for this impossible date that still feels too good to be true.
But all of that could be whisked away in a heartbeat– because he was so stupid to send you out there alone. And so he stays in that helpless cycle for the remaining hours of the night, watching as the sun starts to emerge from the horizon. A silent prayer repeating from his lips that hopes you’ll emerge along with each ray of light that shows itself.
Clara gets into the swing of things at around six in the morning. Boats ready, ammo stacked, weapons prepped and loaded. It’s a close knit group waiting for Juan at the wharf, only a handful of her most trusted guerrillas.
One of Benito’s closest informants got word you’re being kept in the old colonial cells underneath Tempestad Lighthouse, guarded by the most armed forces in FND ranks and are being interrogated by Anton Castillo himself.
Please just be alive. His palms are sweating as they head over to you, the old spymaster fiddling with his hat atop of his head in an attempt to distract himself from the fact that if things go wrong it’ll be the end of everything. Don’t let me be too late. The boat drags heavy in the water, every second passing feels slow– like a missed opportunity to do something. I won’t be able to live with myself if I lose you.
Juan does his best to ignore the concerned gaze of both Dani and Clara who are in the boat beside him and yet he can’t help but notice how they silently communicate their worry to each other.
None of it quite feels real when the boat lands on the soft sand of the shore just south of the lighthouse in hopes to keep themselves hidden. Putting one foot in front of the other as he clutches his sniper like life support and takes position upon the hills overlooking the entrance. Clara kneels down in the shrubs beside him, laying flat in the grass so she can look through binoculars and find where Juan can see through the scope of his sniper.
Both of them see how Dani and Julio take parallel sides of the building, covering all the exits leading to the lighthouse via road whilst Benito keeps the engine off the boats and floats nearby in case of any need for a quick getaway. Like he’d leave without you.
There’s soldados everywhere, heavy gunners walking up along the banks, snipers positioned on the balcony, flamers blocking exits and RPG’s stationed along the walls of the Spanish fort. And for a moment, nothing moves. Comms are quiet as everyone learns the routes of soldiers, watching from afar to catch their weak spots– to see what gives.
But no window of opportunity comes. The soldados are special forces. They’re not drunk and half asleep like they are on road checkpoints or even the less guarded military bases. They aren’t bickering and playing cards or making bets with pesos and keychains. No. These are Castillo loyalists, the best there is to offer. They’re on edge, fingers poised on the trigger as their eyes follow red lasers across the horizon, scanning the environment for any signs of movement. These soldados are heavily armed, highly protected and highly skilled at taking out the enemy.
If something doesn’t give now, nothing will.
“Fuck this.” He whispers under his breath, hands gripping his sniper in frustration from being held back.
Juan goes to get up from the ground, Guapo shuffling around like he’s ready to follow in after him. He won’t let you die and he’ll be damned if he just lets it happen by sitting around watching a bunch of no good Castillo loyalists pace the dirt roads leading to the lighthouse.
“Wait! Wait! Look… armed convoy.” Clara pulls him back down low to the ground by the sleeve of his shirt before he can even really move. She gestures to the arrival of three vehicles, two trucks which open to reveal even more soldados with a tank sitting in the middle of it.
“Jefa, fuck waiting around! If we don’t do something–”
“If we move too early, then all of this will be for nothing.” She answers swiftly. Juan swallows thickly, a lump forming in his throat as guilt washes over him and settles in his stomach.
She’s right. Now is not the time to be reckless. No amount of supremos will get you out of there. They’re decidedly outmatched and unmanned– ill equipped to do this guns-blazing. Juan’s heart clenches at the memory of you two playing rock, paper, scissors to decide whether things should be stealth or not. He always knew what you’d pick, that you’d be the voice of reason when you knew going in supremo first would get you killed more likely than it would get the job at hand done.
Juan tries to tell himself that. Hearing your voice of reason repeat in his head like his favorite records in a desperate attempt to keep himself together. For you.
That is, until he hears it.
The rumble of rock under the ground, a distant sound of a muffled explosion– something like a grenade or a pipe bomb being let off in a bunker, or a cell. The increased panic of the guards puts everyone on edge and he can hear Clara next to him, desperately trying to make sense of what’s happening over the radio.
Something is wrong.
A fire breaks out from the base of the lighthouse, smoking filling rooms and blocking windows. Heavy puffs of black start to seep into the air through the bars of cells that have been welded into the cliffside. You’re in there, he thinks as his body starts moving against the actions of everyone. A siren rings out, or maybe it’s just the ringing of his ears but he doesn’t want to waste another second when he knows time is working against you.
Fuck it. Juan makes a bolt for it. He can’t wait knowing you’re in there– knowing you’ll be gone whether it’s Castillo’s guards that get you or the burning of flames. If there’s one good thing he can do, it’s be there to save your life. His golden guerrilla who deserves more than he could ever give and yet he’d give everything to see you okay.
“Juan don’t–”
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You don’t know how long it’s been since the lighthouse incident. All you know is you’re inside a cell. The walls are damp and stained with salt, blood and god knows what else. You can hear the sound of waves crashing against rock, the noise bringing you to the conclusion that you haven’t ventured far from where you were ambushed along the water’s edge.
Everything is a blur, unsure as to whether this is the first time you’ve been conscious since arriving or whether it’s been days, weeks or even months. Time has warped as you try to focus on anything around you, the carvings on the concrete walls, the puddle of blood you refuse to believe is yours or the flicker of the oil lamp against the adjacent wall. Anything, in hopes that it might help you get out of this mess.
There’s pain everywhere, each fragment of your body rigid with scorching agony. Your hands have since lost their feeling after being held above your head for so long and you’re certain there are teeth missing if you actually try to focus on where the pain is actually coming from.
It’s all so blurry that you barely recognise Castillo when he’s finally standing in front of you. The dictator trying to teach his hijo a lesson but his words and lectures fall on deaf ears, drowned out by screams which must be your own as you cling on to the last remaining thoughts keeping you together.
You don’t know how it happens. But between your fourth broken bone and your fifth tooth you manage to claw your way out of Anton’s hands. A grenade was let loose, a fire starting in the process but you don’t stop to think about how it happened, rather that it did happen. Your body is in overdrive, running on adrenaline and fear to get you up the flight of stairs as flames engulf the cells below you.
Sprinting in an urgent attempt to stay alive, you climb your way through suffocating vents and desolate rooms until finally you come bursting out the cliffside and over into the water.
It hits you like a freight train, how cold the water is, but it never felt better as it cools your sweltering body down from the inferno you just escaped from. The throbbing in your joints is soothed by the ocean, the stiffness wearing off from having been suspended for so long. It’s so peaceful in the water, so easy to lose yourself and your eyes close as the tide holds you gently. And you think, for a moment, that this wouldn’t be such a bad place to go.
But that thought is gone the second it arrives, ripped away by the sound of muffled yelling, all distant and broken. The feeling of being pulled from the water gives you whiplash, causing a string of coughs and curses as you’re pressed against a warm chest. Fingers tangle into your hair, doing their best to hold you gently and yet desperately holding you so close it could break you.
You’re safe. You know it.
You can feel it in the way you’re being held, by the faint feeling of kisses pressed to your hair and the whispered apologies against your skin. Leaning into the touch, you let yourself take deep breaths to the rhythm of the heartbeat you’re pressed against. It’s enough to calm you down, for the adrenaline to leave your body as you fall out of consciousness once again and exhaustion has you collapsing into the warm weight below you. This time knowing you’re in safe hands and on your way home.
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When you come to, the first thing you register is the tent covered with Libertad’s symbol and the crystal blue sky that shines through the seams. The smell of the ocean is what hits you first, the tell-tale signs of being back on the archipelago followed by the smell of what must be Benito’s freshly caught seafood smoking over the fire.
You must be close to the center of camp, most likely in the medical tent if common sense tells you anything but you won’t know for sure because turning your head feels like more of an effort than you can handle right now.
“The legend returns!” Your eyes shoot open to Clara García sitting beside you, her gentle voice excited as she sees you’re finally awake. One hand rubs your shoulder, careful to put any pressure on it whilst the other replaces a damp cloth on your forehead. “How are you feeling?”
Words can’t even describe how you’re feeling. Your body is so exhausted and wound up that it can’t even draw the line between your physical and emotional pain. You’re sure that you look like a mess, bruised and broken but alive and that’s really all that could matter.
“Oh you know, a little under the weather but I’ll manage.” You joke, smiling through the pain in your back and the way you shift uncomfortably under a layer of bandages and plaster.
“I’m glad to see that sense of humor didn’t get lost.” She smiles down at you, fingers brushing your hair from your forehead as she takes in the sight of her dear friend. “I won’t keep you, I just needed to check that you’re okay first. But I think there’s someone who’s been waiting to see you for a while now.”
She goes to leave, carefully getting up from the bed but pausing as you muster up the energy to gently take her wrist. Clara spins back around, looking down at you with concern in her eyes.
“I didn’t talk, Jefa… just so you know– whatever you think happened. It didn’t. You know I’d never.”
“I know,” She softens, leaning down to kiss your forehead before getting up once more. “We’re family. Now you’ll let me know if you need anything alright?”
Before you know it she’s outside. And not even a beat later, in comes a very disheveled and stressed Juan Cortez rushing through the flaps of the tent, his hair unkept and his eyebags heavy like he hasn’t slept since you two arrived back to camp. Maybe he hasn’t.
Your hand reaches out for him weakly, dropping it in his palm as he hastily stumbles over to you. “Oh, mi viejo–”
“Lo siento,” Juan chokes back a lump in his throat, bringing the back of your hand to his lips as he whispers against your skin. “Lo siento mucho. Fallé, debería haber estado allí. perdóname, cariño.”
Your fingers brush over his cheek, knuckle catching at the stray tear that falls from the clumps of his eyelash in a desperate attempt to soothe him.
“Hey now, I’m here.” You do your best to bring him into an embrace, attempting to hold him close as best you can without causing any further pain. “I’m safe now, ‘m not going anywhere. Lo prometo, mi viejo.”
Juan lets out a shuddery breath, turning into your hold as you run your fingers through his hair and brush over the edge of his ear with your thumb. It’s surreal to have him here, in your arms after thinking that you’d never live to see him again.
The reality of it all has you wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders, holding him close albeit weakly as you cling to his shirt with what little strength you have left. The heat from his body warms you, filling your chest with something like relief. As if surviving this means you’ll be able to survive whatever emotional baggage the two of you are sitting on.
He smells like alcohol and dirt. Like salt water and gunpowder. On any other day you’d beg him for a shower, threaten to feed him to the sharks if he refused. But it’s just so good to be with him that you don’t even care for a second. Your face is pressed into his neck, breathing him in as your arm slides down to wrap around his waist to pull him closer. Neither of you speak, too overwhelmed to do anything behind taking each other in.
Until it’s him who winces in pain.
You pull away to see him tugging at the sleeve of his bicep, noting the bandage that is tucked away underneath it. He must have gotten it before he pulled me from the water.
“Did you go looking for trouble again, old man?” Juan laughs softly, a noise you’ve missed hearing as he scoots you across the medical bay and cuddles up beside you. He rests his head on your shoulder, arm draped loosely over your middle as he hesitantly tries to avoid your injuries but still can’t stand the thought of letting you go.
“Does it count as trouble if I was trying to save you?” He asks confidently, sighing in relief as one of your hands tangles in his hair again whilst the other moves to hold his on top of your stomach.
“Mhmm, it still counts, I'm afraid.” you kiss his head, letting your nose be tickled by loose strands of gray and you think of how easy it would be to fall asleep just like this. “Missed you.”
It’s so soft and mumbled into the mess of his hair, eyes closed and sleepy. So much so that you’re almost certain he couldn’t hear it.
“I don’t deserve you.” He counters, equally soft and whispered as he rolls into your embrace more. Like a cat starved of attention or Guapo when he’s trying to charm you into getting more treats.
“Oh mi querido. Eres un tonto, ¿Lo sabías?” You mutter. He lifts his head, ready to rebuke you as he stares– shocked and wide eyed down at you. His mouth is open in a pout and you finally decide to rip the bandaid off, bringing him in for a kiss with a gentle hand under his chin. Both of you sigh in a mix of relief and euphoria as you get to kiss him properly. It’s careful and weary, if not for your injuries than for the fact you’re both cautious of ruining such a moment. But that fear ebbs away with each breathy exhale and gentle brush of lips. “Love you, mi viejo. Need you to know it, too.”
When you pull away, he’s breathless against you, nose bumping your bruised one but any pain it causes you is ignored for the way he looks at you. So captured and in love it looks like it hurts, in the best kind of way.
He doesn’t say it back, doesn’t need to when he’s bringing you back in for kisses and holding you gentle and firm. There will be a time when he’s ready for words but for now both of you are content to hold each other, to indulge in little kisses and touches that you otherwise wouldn’t have let yourself have. You get lost in the way he kisses over every inch of your face, moving from your lips to your cheeks to your eyelids and up to your temples and crown before dropping back down to your jaw. Juan worships every part of you, and you reciprocate as best you can in your weakened state, tracing over the lines of his tattoos and drawing patterns on the back of his shirt.
You wish you could do more but your body has a limit when it's healing, so you’re more than happy to reciprocate his kisses and hold on for the rest of it. Your chin tucked protectively on top of his head once he finally yawns and tucks himself into your shoulder as a pillow.
“Oye, if you pull through, do you think we can still have that date?” Juan doesn’t lift his head, voice muffled into the skin of your neck and the collar of your shirt. His breathing evened out, sleep about to take you both and yet still clinging on because you’re both in disbelief that any of this could be real.
“When I pull through,” you correct, legs tangling with his own in the limited space the medical bay offers as you reach for a light blanket beside you and pull it over the two of you. “Then we can have that proper date. Promise.”
You think that’s the end of it, ready to fall asleep in the middle of Clara’s camp– in broad daylight as the rest of the camp moves around you. Exhaustion ready to take over as your breathing matches with his and you keep one hand pressed over his heart. You’re just about to drift off, eyes closed and surrounded by the feel of him when you hear it. A confession whispered on the fringes of consciousness, like something sacred only few are deemed lucky enough to hear it.
“Love you more, cariño.”
#fc6#far cry 6#far cry#juan cortez#juan cortez x reader#gn!reader#fc6 writing#fc6 fic#defrosting a seven month dry spell with a 10k juan fic#yippee
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FC6 — their S/O dying in battle
sooo guess who played the ending again (no spoilers dw) but for the ppl who know the ending is just endless pain and suffering and I thought; why not write something really angsty as a coping mechanism?
Warnings: there’s violence and injuries in this but pretty in line with the normal amount seen in the game and the reader dies so it’s angsty and don’t read if its not for you.
Note: it’s spoiler free from fc6 cannon, I’m just putting some of my favourite characters through pain by writing that their s/o dies
Dani Rojas
Dani lost sight of you well over an hour ago when the special forces started moving in on the medical facility. There was smoke bombs everywhere and her radio was trashed after the first explosion went off by her feet.
It’s all fucking chaos but she manages to shoot her way through the onslaught of soldiers to find you slouched behind some barrels of gasoline, clutching at a bullet wound in your side.
“No, no, no— coño! Hey look at me!”
Dani is immediately trying to put pressure on the wound which only manages to have you wincing in pain, the blood-loss already starting to set in.
She’s panicking as one hand holds your side whilst her other bloodied hand holds your face gently, trying to shake you enough to keep your eyes open.
When the bad news starts setting in, she slows her movements to just look at you with heart ache as your eyes flutter and a sob bubbles out of her.
There’s bullets flying over your head and the heavy clutter of metal as an array of special force heavy gunners start moving in. She knows what she has to do, that there’s no way she’ll survive if she tries to carry you out of here with her.
With one last squeeze, Dani leans down to give you a gentle kiss and her heart breaks all over again when she feels you lean forward and return it with the last of your energy.
Dani does not handle losing you well at all. She tries to keep a level head, to throw herself into being the Gurrellia everyone believes she is but at night when it’s just her and her amigo’s she allows herself to cry as she tells chicharrón or Oluso how much she misses you.
Clara García
Clara knew that this hostage situation was going to go south but she couldn’t leave you to rot in a cell at the hands of Castillo. However, nothing could have prepared her for just how wrong things would go.
It happened so fast, but just as you were about to return to the safety of her arms, a solider took their weapon out and fired in the attempts to take out the leader of libertad.
You took the bullet for Clara, collapsing as the sound of gunfire reverberated throughout the walls to alert the soldiers on the outside.
“Jesus fuck! Hold on, we’re going to get you home just—“
Clara losses her words as she uses a libertad bandanna as a poor attempt at bandaging and stopping the wound just above your heart.
She apologises every time she tries to move you, causing you to cry out in pain. Clara’s holds you tightly against her chest, tucking her head into your hair as she tries to comfort the two of you.
In the distance Clara can make out the faint sounds of her guerrillas calling for her and the sound of gunfire.
Before she makes the difficult choice to leave, she sits you up against the wall with a pistol by your side and her libertad cloth clutched in your hand. She smiles at you, one which you weakly return and she’s kissing your forehead before she leaves to make her escape.
Clara makes a promise to herself that she would free Yara for you, to achieve the Yara you wanted to live in and to see your dream come true. But she can’t be the strong, confident leader all the time and she finds herself staring at a bloodied picture of the two of you together, tears in her eyes as she grieves for you.
Juan Cortez
Juan was starting to panic when your signal went down in the Hotel Paraíso and he couldn’t see you through his scope. You insisted on doing some scouting whilst Dani planted the detonators but the scurry of soldiers and a tank parking outside the front made him feel nervous.
An explosion went off inside the hotel and he saw you run out in a hurry. Juan could only cover you for the soldiers and even then there was too many on your trail. You were no match for the tank which fired, the shrapnel hitting you across the torso.
It was only after he ran down the side of the building and pulled you to safety did he really notice how bad the damage was.
“Aye idiota why would you go in there alone?! Mierda that’s a lot of blood.”
Juan ignores you as you try to tell him the intel you gathered— Castillo can get fucked for all he cares at this point as he tries to stop the bleeding and sit you upright.
His rationale knows you won’t make it, he’s seen the same wound on many before but he never thought he’d have to experience it. Juan tilts your heads, letting your noses bump as he tries to get his breathing in control whilst holding you close.
The tank starts firing at the building and Juan knows that wall won’t hold for long. He’s got about one minute to get out of there before he too won’t make it but just the thought pains him.
He pushes it for time as he uses every second he has to pepper kisses on your nose and cheek, simultaneously getting his stray tears smudged along your face.
If Juan had a drinking problem before he lost you, it only gets worse from there. He spirals terribly and practically sticks with Guapo to go everywhere because he needs comfort and doesn’t know how to express it.
He sits out on the docks with Guapo, a bottle of whiskey or rum as he starts babbling out everything he misses doing with you as if you’re still there with him.
#ANGST ALERT#brb gonna check myself into therapy bc ubisoft made that painful ending#fc6#fc6 headcannons#fc6 writing#far cry 6#far cry#tw angst#dani rojas#dani rojas x reader#clara garcia#clara garcia x reader#juan cortez#juan cortez x reader
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Hi! i'm not sure if you've done this before but i was wondering how some of the far cry 6 characters react to having caught feelings for the reader? ♡
ooft it feels good to have the writing juices back and i've missed my fc6 crew!! i'm sorry i didn't do more characters anon (i got so carried away with these three) so i might do a part two! i was gonna do espada but im saving it for a longer fic <3
also exciting news, i'm working on a fc6 oc template for a gurrellia and an FND officer that should be ready soon and ya'll can all make oc's with me!! but for now enjoy!
Dani Rojas
When Dani wandered into the Legend’s hideout in Sierra Perdida she was expecting a bunch of old guerrilla’s playing dominos and walking sticks.
What she was unprepared for was meeting a young médico training under the watchful eyes of Lucky as the new face of the revolution.
The moment Dani saw you, the way you smiled and welcomed her, made her stomach flip in the best possible way. She totally thanked Clara and the Oluwas for sending her your way, and she quickly comes to you for even the most minor of bruises after her missions.
Whilst you wrap her torso in bandages and use cloths to wipe away the sweat, blood and grime form her forehead, Dani is internally freaking out. Tanks don’t scare her, but the thought of ‘screwing up’ around you makes her want to be perfect.
Of course, Dani doesn’t know how to process her feelings so she spends her car rides rambling to Chorizo. With the windows down and one hand on the wheel she rants about wanting to impress you before rambling about every detail of you she’s fallen in love with.
“Coño— is it possible for someone to be so perfect? What do you think Chiquito? Oh maybe I should fake a fever so I can visit them again..”
Dani finds herself thinking about you on almost all her mission’s, which has often resulted in a few of her injuries. But she wears them with pride as a guerrilla (and she gets to come see her favourite doc)
With a little prompting from the legends, and a lot of moral support from Chorizo, Dani ends up blurting her feelings for you in your clinic. It’s so fast she’s afraid she’ll have to repeat it all again but when you smile at her warmly, some of the nerves disappear.
“Hey so uhh.. IreallylikeyouandIhavelikedyouforalongtimeandIthinkyou’rereallyreallygorgeousandagoodpersonandI’msoinlovewithyou—“
Dani internally shuts down for a moment when you finally take her hands in yours and lean forward to kiss her. She’s quick to respond however, and sighs into the kiss once she realises you feel the same.
Clara Garcia
Clara always enjoyed visiting her long time friend Benito down at his wharf in casa Benito. Not only did she need to check on los Bandidos recruits but it meant she got to spend time with you, who was her childhood friend and closest guerrilla.
The three of you had grown up together, and whilst Benito was well aware of Clara’s crush on you, it was clear how oblivious you were. Clara has always been a master of hiding her feelings, for staying strong and stoic but Benito knew after her gaze lingered for a beat longer and her smile beamed in your presence.
Clara knew her feelings towards you had developed into something more once you’d both joined libertad together. She has never scared of her feelings, only scared of losing you but she was confident she could free Yara for you and finally reveal her feelings.
Of course, that’s easier said than done, and if she doesn’t spend hours chewing Benito’s ear off for advice, she’s talking to her close friend and mentor Juan Cortez (who’s terrible dating advice never reflects his own)
“Should I tell them now? Or should I wait? I want to free Yara for them Juan but what if something happens and I never— god why is starting a revolution easier than managing a crush..”
Clara always makes sure to visit you after each of your missions, just to check your health of course. It’s not that every time she sees you, something in her chest warms and she can’t help but smile and joke with you.
Her love for you is something that was subtle, something she grew into with gentle ease and it makes her care for you even more with each passing day until eventually it boils over and she confesses everything at her camp.
“Tomorrow we’ll hit the blockade— but before that, I have to tell you how I feel. I can’t risk losing you without you ever knowing how much I love you mi amor”
Clara thinks she’s fucked up on the spot. That all those pep talks from Juan and Benito were a complete waste of time until she realises you’re stepping into her space and wrapping your arms around her.
Your foreheads bump together and she places a gentle smooch to your nose as you laugh. Clara doesn’t let you go either, and the two of you spend the night curled up in her camp reading over maps and giving kisses.
Juan Cortez
Juan is known for his shady deals and his tendency to play all angles. Whether its working deals behind McKay’s back, working for the Yanquis on the CIA payroll or dealing with the Black Market— you can guarantee he’s done it all.
He does however, favour his time with the black market, not because its particularly favourable (or morally acceptable) but he’s developed quite the crush on you.
Training under the watchful eye of Big Papi, you broke away to handle your own business with smuggling goods. Your business now just as successful, if not more so than the infamous Black Market King, Bembé Alvarez himself.
The minute Juan saw you ordering your men around, telling them to move crates of weapons and other valuable goods, the man was sold and completely captured by you.
Juan may or may not pull excuses out of his ass just to come and see you about small details or new deals he wants to make. He can’t help that his crush on you (which started as pure attraction) has now developed into something a whole lot more where his heart beats too quick and he stammers whilst sober.
Not that Juan is sober much these days. He finds himself at the bottom of a bottle since its easier to cope with his feelings for a literal drug lord and smuggler which often leaves him turning to Guapo for some much needed advice.
“What do you think gave it away guapo? They could literally kill an old spy master like me and I still want to tell them that I’d give everything and anything to have a drop of attention— hey don’t look at me like that!”
Juan spends most of his time day dreaming and wallowing in his bunker but his face lights up whenever you text him for another deal proposal and he’s quick to drop everything if it means spending time with you.
Eventually Juan visits for a new restock of depleted uranium freshly shipped in, but he’s well into his third bottle of rum and “accidentally” spills his heart out to you.
“Ah jeez— takin’ out dictators is easier than this but uh.. I like you.. a lot..”
Juan doesn’t really expect much, he’s lucky you’re still listening to him. He certainly doesn’t expect the way you hold his face in your hands or how you gently place a kiss to his very warm cheeks.
#far cry 6#far cry#fc6#fc6 writing#fc6 headcannons#dani rojas#dani rojas x reader#clara garcia#clara garcia x reader#juan cortez#juan cortez x reader
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FC6 - Kissing their S/Os hand
unhinged hours - my laptop is gonna die, there’s a blackout, i’ve had no sleep and i have far cry 6 brain rot 😭 this was basically inspired from the bembe ask, where the amazing @mrsdanirojas suggest i do the hand kissing for some of the others and i have delivered so pls enjoy this quickly written fluff <33 (also i did fem dani this time not gn!)
Dani Rojas
Dani comes out of María Marquessa’s studio, chest puffing as she blows the stay hairs from her face. Oh and she’s covered in blood.
She practically murdered her way from the front entrance all the way out to the parking lot out back. And whilst you insisted you come with her, getting a front row seat of Dani’s talent— you can’t find it in yourself to complain.
Dani has her signature smirk on her face as she approaches you, taking your hand in her own as you begin half-heartedly lecturing her about Marquessa sending her best after her.
“She can damn well try.”
Your hand is brought to her lips, and you can’t help but smile in awe as a wild looking Dani kisses over your knuckles and squeezes your hand gently.
Clara García
Clara had been planning her grand speech for days now, running it over with you each night before bed. It had to be perfect and despite how much you supported her, you knew she was nervous.
No one would have guessed that when she took the blue flare into her hand, lighting it and tossing it into the centre of the group’s circle as she rallied her people.
You were the first to stand beside her, taking your own flare and throwing it onto the pile. The two of you sharing a knowing smile as the others all stood beside each other.
“Viva Libertad, mi reina”
Clara’s eyes widened with love and awe after hearing your words of endearment, taking both your hands in hers as she gave a gentle but confident kiss to them.
Your eyes never left hers as she rubbed her thumbs along your fingers, both of you giggling and feeling flustered as Julio, Juan and Dani all cheered for the two of you and for Libertad.
Juan Cortez
Juan Cortez is an infamous spy, known for his work with the KBG, Libertad, a handful of dictators and even the United States Government. He’s fluent in god-knows how many languages and he’s one of the best, if not the best in resolver.
With all that being said, he really couldn’t do any of it without his numerous loyal spies— none of them as loyal as you, his best spy and most trusted friend and partner.
The two of you were currently teaming up with Clara and Libertad, hoping to bring down Castillo at the Paraíso Hotel for his speech. Juan had sent you in there to go and snoop the place out, trusting no one but you to get the job done.
Just as you’re about to leave, having geared up and fixed your makeshift FND uniform, Juan snakes a hand around your waist and takes your hand to bring to his lips.
“Go get em, cariño”
You both share a soft smile as he kisses your knuckles, and you playfully turn your hand to hold his chin so that you can hold him still, kissing his cheek and running out the door to head for Esperanza.
Camila ‘Espada’ Montero
Its a lazy afternoon at the Montero Farm— you’re brushing one of the horses (and feeding her extra sugar cubes and carrots when no one is looking) whilst Camila practices her knife skills to your left.
You love to watch her work. Yes, you do check her out because she looks super hot doing it but more importantly you love to watch her improve on a skill she loves.
Her face lights up in a soft blush as you compliment her, a smile erupting on her face when you softly clap after some of the more impressive sequences.
Camila comes up to you whilst your back is turned, your focus on brushing all the dust from the beautiful horse. She takes your hand, letting the brush slip from your hand before brining it to your lips for a gentle kiss.
“Gracias, mi amor”
Her gentle smile is completely over shadowed by Philly’s loud whistle and Carlos’ even louder threat of making you tonights dinner instead of the crocodile he’s currently skinning.
Bembé Alvarez
Bembé never liked meetings with business partners— there’s always too many things that could go wrong whilst simultaneously being one of the most boring parts of his job.
They’re always either overly cocky, trying their best to take advantage of the situation to outsmart the Black Market King (which fails miserably every time) or they’re scared for their lives, begging and trying to wiggle their way out of a situation which leaves him with a headache.
Not you though, Bembé has invited you to his meetings for a while now and despite being his partner in bed, you’ve also become something of his business partner and counsel.
He stood in front of the Russian twins, shaking their hands in agreement before taking your hand and leading you to the middle of the room for everyone to watch.
“I think we have ourselves a deal, wouldn’t you agree ángel?”
Bembé smirks as he places a kiss to the back of your hand, giving you a wink as he practically worshiped your hand and lead you back to the car where you could have more privacy and leave the boring meetings behind.
#i wanna be smooched on the hand SO BAD#sobbing#far cry 6#far cry#fc6#fc6 writing#fc6 headcannons#dani rojas#dani rojas x reader#clara garcia#clara garcia x reader#juan cortez#juan cortez x reader#camila montero#camila montero x reader#bembe alvarez#bembe alvarez x reader
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I am a big fan of fc6 and of course your writing! So I was wondering if I could get some headcanons about Dani, Clara and Juan about having a crush on an oblivious reader who believes that they flirt with them because they just trying to be friendly?
Keep writing! You have your way with words!!! Thank you and love ya! ✨💖
this idea literally melted my heart omggg thank you <333 i went for something different and sorta wrote it from their pov's cause i thought it would work better but this may just be a total mess
Dani Rojas
Dani would never admit it to anyone but she is head over heels for you as a fellow Gurrellia and one of her closest friends. In other words, she can’t stop flirting with you.
The two of you are constantly running around Yara for Clara and seeing you all sweaty and fired up during a fight means she’s practically checking you out the whole time.
“Looking good as ever mi corazón.”
She’s pulls out all the pet names and suave compliments to make you feel flustered but for some reason unknown to her, it never quite gets through to you.
You always smile at her, beaming and chuckling along like she’s telling you an inside joke and not openly flirting with you. The air is always light as you brush it off and act like nothing happened at all.
When she’s alone Dani is actually really nervous that you don’t like her back and you’re just too polite to turn her down. She spends a lot of time pacing up and down the canopy of whichever Gurrellia hideout she’s at as she rants to Chicharrón about what to do.
With enough courage from the crazy chicken she finally blurts out in a fit of spontaneous adrenaline that she’s in love with you and has been flirting with you for months.
Dani is expecting you to repeat all her fears and stands there in front of you with a stunned and shocked face at the news you feel the same, only to believe her flirting was just simple friendliness.
Now it’s her turn to feel flustered when you wrap your arms around her and place a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
She nearly chokes on air when you tell her she can keep up the flirting now that you know her intentions ;)
Clara García
You may be a fighter, a guerrilla that’s come from nothing but to Clara you’re one of her most trusted advisors so much so that she’s started to get feelings for you. Obviously her genius plan to date you is to flirt with you constantly.
Her body language is her main course of action. Whenever she asks you to look over and approve her plans she’s always leaning into your body over the table, guiding your hands over maps and blueprints and she projects confidence and nonchalance with her relaxed shoulders.
“Buen trabajo, mi querida”
Clara is always giving you compliments and little praises that she would never give to any of her other guerrilla’s. Her way of flirting is gentle and subtle in her confidence and she does it by giving you her full attention whenever you’re together.
Of course, you don’t see it as anything other than friendliness or the fact she’s you’re jefa and would naturally want to hear your opinion on battle plans and weapon shipments.
On the inside Clara is absolutely crushed with heartache. She’s totally deflated but she hides it well in hopes that you’ll finally understand.
But Clara is only human and she can’t keep it bottled forever. Eventually she caves and asks you to stay behind after a meeting where she finally lays everything out on the table for you.
When she hears that you were merely confused, mistaking her flintiness as friendly banter but that you felt the same, she brings you in for a bone crushing hug.
You hug her back just as tightly before pulling back to look at her with the biggest smile on your face. Your fingers brush some of the stay hairs that have fallen out of her braid, using it as leverage to gently cradle her face and kiss her.
Juan Cortez
As one of Clara’s tops Gurrellia’s and Yaran spy, you’re the whole package of badass to the point where Juan has developed feelings for you beyond your close friendship. Of course, he’s terrible with feelings so his natural course of action is to just flirt with you constantly.
Whenever you drop by his office for new supremo’s and touch-ups, Juan is totally in his element (if not a little flustered by he ignores those thoughts)
“Look at that sexy supremo cariño! With an even sexier guerrilla wearing it!”
Juan may or may not loosen a few screws so that you have to come back and visit. Each time you do he’s constantly giving you winks with his one liners and pulling out all the sex jokes and innuendos he knows.
Naturally you think it’s just apart of Juan’s personality to be on the flirty side and that he does that with all his friends. His flirting always makes you smile, and sometimes you even say something sassy and confident back (which totally makes his heart flip at the thought you could be flirting back) but he can tell it’s nothing but the two of you being friends.
When he finally gets the nerves to tell you he’s very very drunk on the phone. It’s all blurted out ridiculously fast and he repeats how he’s not just flirting but totally in love with you more than a thousand times.
When Juan wakes up with a hangover and you sitting on the side of his bed holding a coffee for him, he’s instantly aware that he fucked up and spilled his heart out to you.
He’s pleasantly shocked when you kiss his cheek and tell him you love him too but he doesn’t get to think too much before you’re kissing him properly.
#fc6#far cry#far cry 6#fc6 writing#fc6 headcannons#dani rojas#dani rojas x reader#clara garcia#clara garcia x reader#juan cortez#juan cortez x reader
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FC6 - Comfort with a cold/flu
this is for the awesome @mrsdanirojas (and myself since i got over a cough last week) hopefully you feel better <3 and i have now added a new character to my list
for ref: the top four dot points are the fc6 crew taking care of the reader and the bottom three are the other way around where the reader takes care of them.
Dani Rojas
Dani drops everything at the news you’ve caught a cold, leaving the occupied military station for another day so she can come and take care of you and make sure you’re not dying.
When she actually arrives to your shared home at Libertad Island and confirms you’re not bleeding out or in imminent danger (it’s literally just a cold but she loves you regardless), Dani is pulling out her Medico supremo to pamper you back to health.
She carefully makes sure you have all the medicine you need to soothe your sore throat and ease the aching headache before wrapping you in a mountain of blankets she ‘borrowed’ off everyone on the Archipelago.
Dani finds it easier to express herself through actions over words and so she’s always holding your face in her hands to keep you warm, her fingers rubbing your flushed cheeks to draw smiles out of you.
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When she eventually catches your cold, she absolutely denies she’s sick all the way up until she can smell warm soup wafting through the room.
You rug her up on the couch with a bowl of your favourite comfort soup and lots of blankets until she eventually falls asleep curled up beside you with her head on your shoulder.
Dani protests getting kisses whilst she’s sick because she believes she’s just a tank of germs right now but that doesn’t stop you kissing her forehead and holding her close.
Clara García
Clara spends a lot of time stressfully pacing around her headquarters at the mention of you becoming sick before she remembers that she has a job to do and needs to take care of you.
She had some of her guerrilla’s go and collect everything she requested before bringing you a care package. There’s enough cough drops to last a month along with lots of water, mugs for tea, some honey and a warm blanket that she wraps you in and keeps you (affectionately) bedridden.
Clara wants to ease the pain in your joints so she gives you a mini massage to bring heat to your limbs and to ease any pain from your body in hopes to relax you and lull you into sleep.
Whilst she takes care of you, Clara sits on the edge of your bed and tells you all her war stories and growing up in Esperanza as a true Yaran. It’s one of the more intimate moments with her as she takes your hand to lazily rub circles over your palms and fiddle with your fingers.
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Clara getting herself a cold isn’t much of a surprise by how much she runs around and stresses herself out. You’re her aid, brining her heat packs when she’s shivering and a constant stream of warm water containing lemon and honey.
What she really needs is a lot of rest and down time, so you both seize the opportunity to lay in bed and watch movies all day. You can’t blame her for falling asleep ten minutes in as you brush her hair from her face and make sure the blankets are tucked under her chin.
When you see her shivering, you never hesitate to wrap the blanket tighter around her shoulders and kiss her cheeks so she can warm up close to you.
Juan Cortez
Juan’s usual plan of action when getting sick is to get absolutely smashed on whiskey and an insane amount of pharmaceuticals so naturally, when you get sick he’s not worried one bit.
He does however, start to worry when he see’s you sneezing and coughing constantly and decides he’s going to take care of you properly. He can get you any medicine you need and gets you to lie down on his couch with a warm towel on your head.
There is only one blanket in Juan’s bunker but he doesn’t hesitate to give it to you, insisting he’ll manage without it. Of course, that won’t do so the two of you share as an excuse to cuddle and his body warmth helps keep down your fever
He’s literally terrible at trying to comfort you unless you count his constant flirting and overtly sexual jokes to cheer you up. With that, he comforts you with lots gentle kisses and brushing your noses together affectionately.
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When Juan gets sick it’s literally a nightmare. He outright refuses to take the disgusting medicine unless it’s doused in whiskey and that just makes his headache and fever flare up again.
He eventually will feel unwell enough to come to you and curl up on the couch with his head in your lap. Juan naps on and off for a whole week whilst you play with his hair and restock the tissues when they run out every other day.
Obviously, you know he’s not going to say ‘thank you’ but the way he hugs and kisses you is all the evidence needed to know he’s eternally grateful and he loves you.
Camila ‘Espada’ Montero
When Espada sees you sneezing and coughing the house down she’s more than a little worried about your health. It’s not a problem she knows how to handle very well— everyone in her family is stubborn and sickness is something they tend to ignore.
But she can’t do that with you because the thought of not taking care of you kills her. She takes one of the horses and rides around Madrugada, raiding FND bases for all the medical supplies she needs.
Camila uses her knife to slice you fresh pieces of fruits and other snacks to keep your energy up before she’s wrapping you in her jacket and a blanket to top it all off.
She’s aware she will probably catch your flu but she can’t not pamper you with love. There’s always kisses to your temple and lips when you’re not coughing everywhere.
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Much like her father, Camila doesn’t like to think about the fact she may need bed rest and some much needed caretaking to get through this cold.
You know better than anyone that a home cooked meal is just what everyone needs so you ask around the Montero Farm for a few local ingredients and cook her a hearty meal to share around the fire.
Her shivering is terrible but you take her hands and hold it in yours so you can both reach out for the heat of the fire. You can’t help but tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear before you both shuffle closer to the fire and rest your heads against each other.
Bembé Alvarez
If anyone else had gotten sick on the week of his biggest shipment coming through, Bembé would be pissed to the point he was murderous. But for you he would, and has, dropped everything to make sure you’re not alone.
Bembé can be surprisingly domestic when he wants to be, and he makes sure you have warm showers, food and medicine to help you through the cold. He lends you his favourite hoodie that he technically sleeps in but will sacrifice it to make sure you’re warm.
There is technically still a business to run but he does it all from his home. Specifically from his bed, talking on the phone and making sure everything runs smoothly whilst you’re sleeping all curled up beside him with his hands running through your hair and over your shoulders.
Every so often you feel him bend down to kiss your hair when he has a breather. The last thing he wants is to wake you, so Bembé quietly leaves the room to go yell on the phone elsewhere but he always returns with a warm drink to make up for leaving.
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Bembé getting sick is an absolute disaster. At first you just thought he was sweating a little too much but after plonking him down with a thermometer hanging from his mouth and a blanket on his shoulders, you both realise he’s caught your cold.
You have to beg him to let the business run itself for a week before you can even begin to care for him but eventually he caves after yelling all day on the phone with a sore throat. Bembé practically falls asleep on top of you that night as you rub over his back soothingly.
He always enjoys your company, and you’re the only one who he’d ever let look after him so he kisses the corner of your mouth each day to show he’s thankful.
María Marquessa
María has her personal guard bring you to the safety of her villa at the mention of you getting sick. She practically snaps at her guards and el doctor to give you the finest treatments before turning to you with a soft smile and telling you not to worry one bit.
She does however, usher everyone out of her home once she knows you’ll be okay so only the two of you remain. It’s there where she draws a warm bath in her marble tub, sitting on the lip and talking with you whilst the steam clears your head and eases your joint pain.
Her bedroom is just as fancy and elegant as the bathroom, and there’s more than enough room for you to have warm food in bed and be curled up in a pile of blankets on her king size bed.
Despite her nonchalant and strict demeanour with others, María has always had a soft spot with you so she’s constantly by your side with gentle words and kisses to your nose.
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When María gets sick, it’s a chance for her to relax and let go of her responsibilities as Castillo’s Minister of Culture. You’re more than welcome to assist with that as you cook her some of your family’s traditional and favourite foods which she hasn’t ever gotten to try.
You basically pamper her whilst she recovers from her cold, with her back to your chest as you lazily brush her hair. Both of you laugh gently when she sneezes every other minute but you love seeing her so at ease and away from the cameras.
Her smile is something you rarely get to see, the genuine one where her eyes light up and you never hesitate to lean forward and kiss her (regardless if she coughs) because you can’t help yourself and you just love her that much.
#soft far cry vibes to heal all colds and flu#i hope you like it <33#fc6#far cry#far cry 6#fc6 writing#fc6 headcannons#dani rojas#dani rojas x reader#clara garcia#clara garcia x reader#juan cortez#juan cortez x reader#camila montero#camila montero x reader#bembe alvarez#bembe alvarez x reader#maria marquessa#maria marquessa x reader
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Day Four — “Cooking Together”
character: Juan Cortez | 783 words |
summary: after taking over Antón’s villa, juan and the reader celebrate w food.
note: nothing to report other than i’m having fun writing these so pls enjoy <3
“Holy fuck this is lush.”
The double doors of Antón’s private kitchen, in his very private villa open to reveal an entire palace of stainless steel countertops and state-of-art appliances every Yaran dreams they could afford.
Libertad had stormed the island after the announcement Clara had been taken. It had been an absolute mess from the beginning of sneaking onto the docks, all the way up until the death of your close friend and leader. Now there was nothing you could do but free Yara in her name.
Together, you and Juan took it upon yourselves to search through the mansion– looting notes and laughing at all the art deco sculptures around the place in an attempt to relax and forget about the day, if only for five minutes.
Now looking at the sight of the massive fridge stacked to the brim with fresh produce, the finest quality meats and even a half opened bottle of wine you don’t even want to know the price of– you think it’s time the two of you have a reward after the last couple of years living the dangerous life of a guerrilla.
Juan is already scavenging through the bar, whistling lowly at the selection of rum and whiskey available. He flicks on the stereo system, finding some Los Nemus album the FND have stashed away as you take it upon yourself to begin preparing some vegetables and the pork to make Lechon Asado. It’s always been a traditional homey meal, with many memories of Libertad’s members all sitting around a fire on the beach of the Archipelago as you ate roast pork and drank Yara Libres.
You never thought you’d thank Castillo for anything, but the fancy cut of pork and some of the freshest citrus and herbs you’ve ever smelt make you feel blessed. Running the knife over the cutting board, you take your time in preparing all the ingredients needed to marinate the meat.
Just as you’re about to add it all to a baking dish, a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, holding you close in a tight hug. It’s all a distraction though, as you lean into Juan’s embrace, he seizes the moment to snatch a slice of seville orange.
“Hey! Get your hands out of there unless you want nothing. You know I could happily eat this all on my own.”
Juan doesn’t get to throw a snarky remark back at you as his face crunches up from the sourness of the orange, clearly expecting it to be sweeter than it was.
“And that is what you get for being greedy.” Your words have no bite to them, not as you pour two glasses of wine. One for yourself, and the other for him if only so he can wash down the sourness from his mouth.
Having learnt his lesson, Juan helps you prepare some rice to go with your main dish and only mildly complaining that he can’t steal anymore food. Of course, there’s an entire villa full of delicious food but where’s the fun in snacking if he can’t poach it from you?
Juan waits as you place the baking dish in the oven, watching as you set up one of those timers chef’s get the luxury of using before taking your wrist and bringing you close. He kisses your hand and uses it as leverage to sway to the tunes drifting around the kitchen. Your soft laugh is all that can be heard as he twirls you slowly, making sure to kiss you when you spin back around.
Eventually, you both stop worrying about the movement of your feet or even remain on time with the beat as you have one arm holding onto him and the other holding the glass of wine. Juan’s nose pressed against your cheek as you dance, drink and whisper little phrases of how much you love each other.
You only stop to pull away at the sound of a ‘ding’, the timer startling you both as you realise how much time has passed. There’s no time to mourn the loss of being wrapped up in each other as you serve up two large bowls, enough to satisfy two hungry guerrillas, before curling up on Antón’s plush couch.
Juan practically sinks into the pillows as you throw a blanket over the two of you and begin digging into your meal with his head on your shoulder.
Somewhere between a mouthful of pork and a sip of your rum, yes the wine was finished ages ago, Juan’s muffled voices chimes in. “I could get real used to this, ya’know”
“Me too, mi viejo… me too.”
#far cry 6#fc6#far cry#flufftober#fc6 flufftober#flufftober 2022#juan cortez#juan cortez x reader#anton castillo#fc6 writing#fc6 headcannons#fc6 fic#day four
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