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faithshouseofchaos · 5 months

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mi ángel guardián—mafia!Carlos sainz x reader

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“Oh my god are you okay?” You asked the man who lay on the ground bleeding from his shoulder.

“No” he wheezed out. Getting on your knees you put pressure on his wound

“We need to get you to a hospital,” you said, stressed out.

“No no please no hospitals”

“I don’t think you have a choice dude”

“I can’t go to the hospital because the police will get involved and I’m not exactly a model citizen”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m the leader of the Spanish mafia”

“Well, what the hell am I supposed to do with you?” I said, keeping pressure on his wound.

“Just please take me to your home and let me stay there till I recover a little bit”

“And then I can leave”

“Just please”

“Okay come let’s stand up”

“It hurts so bad”

He slowly got up clutching his shoulder. He put his left arm around you for support.

“Thank you”

“What’s your name”

“I’m y/n what’s your name?”

“I’m Carlos, leader of the Spanish mafia”

“Please tell me you’re joking?”

His eyes widened as if he wasn’t expecting you to believe him.

“I’m serious”

“Of course you are”

You managed to get him to your apartment, once inside he sat down on the sofa. He held his shoulder. As if expecting it to start hurting again.

He looked towards you as if awaiting orders from you.

Walking to the bathroom you grab the first aid kit along with the rubber gloves and rubbing alcohol. Walking back into the living. He watched on, intrigued by your every movement. He was amazed by how good you were under pressure. And he was also shocked by your beauty.

His eyes locked with yours for a brief moment, and he looked away embarrassed.

“Ok I need you to take off your jacket and shirt,” you say

He quickly got rid of both items, his muscular body was now on display. His abs glowed in the light coming from the window.

The wound was now more visible, the bullet had hit the muscle of his shoulder.

He looked down at you as if waiting for you to do something.

Putting on the rubber gloves you unscrewed the lid to the alcohol to disinfect the tweezers. After disinfecting the tweezers you dry them off “Try not to move I don’t want you to bleed out in my living room”

He held still, his heart was pounding. He looked at you as if he wanted to ask a question but couldn’t find the courage.

He couldn’t remember the last time he was this vulnerable around anyone.

He looked nervous, his eyes darting around your apartment

Hou carefully removed the bullet, setting it down on some paper towel. Putting the tweezers on the table, you wet a few paper towels with the rubbing alcohol. “This will sting,” you say, cleaning up the wound so you can sew it up and put bandages on it.

He flinched when you cleaned the wound. He was clearly in a lot of pain. He looked at you, his eyes begging for more attention. But he did not speak a word. He had a soft smile. He found this moment quite intimate, but he would never admit it. As you stitched him up he felt a sense of calm overtake his body as he watched you work.

After finishing the stitching you bandaged his wound. He was now feeling much better. His eyes looked towards you, he was filled with admiration. He had never been treated like a human by anyone else, it was a weird feeling he loved it. You could sense his admiration for you.

“You’re incredible” he whispered.

“You don’t even know me,” you said

“I don’t need to know you too know you’re incredible, you just saved my life”

His voice had a soft gentle tone to it. He had a very sexy Spanish accent, and his soft tone, along with his looks was a deadly combo.

“Well thank you”

“You’re beautiful,” he said seductively, his eyes locked with yours, his voice still soft and gentle, but there was an edge.

He held your gaze for a few seconds then quickly looked away embarrassed.

His cheeks were now a light shade of red.

“You lost a lot of blood,” I said, cleaning up the coffee table. I went into the and got a cup of orange juice and some Tylenol for the pain.

“Thank you so much”

He took the medication immediately and drank the orange juice. He took a deep breath to compose himself after your kind gesture.

“You probably think of me as a criminal, after all, I am the leader of the Spanish mafia”

“I’m not gonna lie I’m kinda freaked out”

“I’m sorry for scaring you”

His face was filled with concern, he was starting to regret telling you who he was. His soft and gentle tone went away for a second as he got slightly defensive.

“Yeah look I had a long day so I wanna go to bed I’ll set you up out here you can stay the night if you want but If you leave just lock the door behind you,” you said.

Leaving him in the living room you went to find some blankets and pillows to set Carlos up on the couch for the night.

“Where you go.” You say walking into the living room. Carlos stood up from the wincing in pain “Do you want an ice pack?” You asked about setting up the couch as a makeshift bed.

“If you would that be great”

He was impressed with your hospitality. He had never experienced it before. He started to feel close to you.

His eyes remained on you as he spoke softly and gently.

“Here you go,” you say, holding out the ice pack for Carlos to take, which he does.

“Thank you”

“Your welcome if you need anything else help yourself I’m gonna go to the oh and the bathroom is just down the hall,” you say

“Can I ask you a favor?”

He looked you deep in the eyes, he was almost pleading at this point.

“Sure”

“Can I stay more than one night?” He said softly. His eyes pleaded with yours.

There was one side of him that was still the leader of the Spanish mafia. But the other side was completely helpless, and he wanted some company. He had never felt this way about anyone.

“Yeah I guess so”

He was taken aback by your response. He didn’t expect you to be so open.

“You sure?”

He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. But he also didn’t want the time with you to end.

“Yes I’m sure but I have conditions,” you said

“Anything”

His eyes were wide in pure excitement. His heart was pounding with each second that passed.

“Name your conditions”

“#1 The second and I mean the second one of your enemies finds you here. I need you to leave because I don’t want to get hurt.

#2 Don’t bring whatever work you have back here.

Understood?”

“Of course, I promise”

He smiled at you. “I am so grateful for your kindness” his eyes showed how grateful he was.

He was starting to feel like a child, but for some reason he loved it. All of these new emotions he was feeling had taken hold, he was beginning to fall in love.

“Can I ask something else?”

“Sure why not?”

He was trying to work up the courage to ask her another question, his face was a deep shade of red. He was scared he was being too forward.

But after a few deep breaths, he finally blurted out what he wanted to say.

“Can I kiss you?”

Squinting your eyes at the Spaniard you walked back over to him rolling your eyes as you leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Go to sleep,” you say walking into your bedroom.

A wave of sadness rushed over him as you walked away. He sat on the sofa and put his head down on the table.

His face was still the shade of red, his heart pounded in his chest.

He could just barely make out the sound of your door slamming.

“Fuuuuck” he whispered under his breath.

He lay there in deep thought. Wondering what he did wrong.

Did he come on too strong? He was so confident until he asked to kiss you. He felt like such an idiot now.

He slowly sat up, he got up from the sofa. He slowly walked to your bedroom door, it was almost as if he was a scared kid.

“Are you awake, y/n?”

He spoke softly, but loud enough for you to hear him. His confidence was shaken after being rejected, he felt like an idiot.

He wanted to apologize and explain that his feelings towards you were genuine.

“Can I come in?” He said, still speaking softly. His voice was filled with a slight anxiety now.

He stood at your door for what seemed like an eternity.

He was trying to find the courage to enter the room.

After what felt like hours, he managed to gather the courage to just leap.

“I’m coming in”

He slowly opened the door, he was nervous to enter the room. The door squeaked as he pushed it open.

Once he entered the room he sat down at the end of your bed. He was still as silent as he’d been, but he had a look of desperation on his face. He sat there anxiously. A million thoughts ran through his head.

He felt so nervous about what you might say after his advance. He felt like he’d ruined everything.

His heart continued to race as if it was trying to escape his chest. His eyes darted around the room, he thought of anything to say to break the awkward silence.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” He said, his nervous tone back again.

“I guess I got a little carried away”

After saying his piece he waited a moment. He could feel his heart beating faster than ever, it was making him feel sick. He thought that at any moment you could tell him that the feelings weren’t mutual.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. His heart started to slow down slightly.

He kept his eyes focused on the wall opposite him, he wanted to avoid direct eye contact as much as possible.

“I guess I was just…” he couldn’t work out exactly what to say for a moment, his mind went blank.

“Carlos,” you said cutting him off

He looked over to you, you still had his full attention.

“Yeah?” He said his voice was filled with anticipation. His soft tone had become excited now.

He had a dumb smile on his face, he genuinely wanted to know what you were going to say.

“You’re not going to sleep in the living room are you?” You asked

He had a look of pure joy wash over his face. The fact you were inviting him to stay in your bed was a clear sign that he did not screw his chances.

“No, I can sleep here?” He said still excited about the previous events.

His face was still a light shade of red but a smile was still plastered on it. His heart was pounding again, but this time for a better reason.

“I can sleep here right?” He asked again.

Sighing, you lift the blanket for him. “Don’t make me regret this,” you said.

He chuckled to himself. He sat up and got into bed. He lay down on his side and looked over to you, he could feel his stomach doing flips.

His heart was pounding, the fact you let him lay in your bed meant that you trusted him and he didn’t want to break that trust.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he said with a cheeky smile, he was beginning to regain the confidence he lost earlier.

“Carlos”

He looked over to you and said “mmhm?”

His face was filled with intrigue, the way you said his name was both intimidating and attractive.

He felt like he wanted you to continue speaking but he also was scared to speak out a response.

“Yes?” He asked nervously.

“For a leader of a mafia you act like a little kid you know that”

“Is that bad?”

He had a look of genuine concern, his eyes lit up with curiosity again. He knew that most people would probably be scared of talking to a mafia leader. But you were not phased by him.

He lay there in bed as if he were about to be told a bedtime story, but the fact that you were still entertaining him was a clear sign that you were enjoying his company.

“No just unexpected”

The thought of you thinking that he was cute made his face redder and his heart started to flutter again.

He was enjoying the playful banter between the two of you. He was also starting to like you, he was beginning to develop feelings for you.

His heart raced nervously. What he felt was unlike anything he had felt before.

“Is that a good thing?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

“Carlos please go to sleep”

“Please, just stay and talk for a while longer”

He gave you a look that was filled with desperation. He didn’t want to be alone, being with you made him feel safe.

He was also very interested in you, he wanted to know more about you.

His heart was pounding with excitement, this was the most attention he had ever received from a woman.

He felt like a dumb kid asking his crush to “please just stay longer”

But he couldn’t help it, he liked you.

“Alright but if I’m tired and cranky in the morning I’m blaming you”

“I’ll take that risk”

He smiled.

“Thank you”

He was so grateful that you had accepted his request.

He was desperate to be close to you.

He felt his chest get tight with excitement, his heart continued to beat faster.

“So can I ask you a question?” He asked with a big cheeky smile, his voice soft and gentle again.

“It Depends what’s your question”

“What made you so willing to let me stay?”

He looked over to the side.

The fact that you had trusted him was still on his mind.

He was so used to having women be scared of him, that the fact that you were so willing to trust him still shocked him a bit.

“I mean I’m surprised that you let me stay, especially after all the stories you’ve probably heard about the Spanish mafia,” he said with a cheeky smile.

“Honestly I don’t know”

“Because you are attracted to me?” He said with a smirk. He couldn’t believe he said that out loud but he had to know.

The way you let him stay was so out of character for you.

He couldn’t keep up with the teasing and joking. At this point, he was in full flirting mode.

“Or am I just that charming” he had a sly smirk as he said this, his voice was still soft and gentle but filled with confidence.

“I’m just a good person,” you say changing the subject with a smile

“Good people aren’t normally so attractive” he teased. He couldn’t help himself now.

His teasing was a clear indication that he was attracted to you. The words might have been jokes but his heart felt every word.

He felt the adrenaline starting to kick in again.

“So you don’t think I’m cute?” He said with a cheeky smile. He raised his eyebrows. As if he was challenging you.

“Oh no, you adorable and annoying that’s what you are,” you said playfully with a smile.

“Good people aren’t normally so attractive” he teased. He couldn’t help himself now.

His teasing was a clear indication that he was attracted to you. The words might have been jokes but his heart felt every word.

He felt the adrenaline starting to kick in again.

His emotions were high right now, he didn’t care about anything else other than making you his.

His heart raced as he waited for your response.

“If I say yes will you go to sleep?”

His face filled with embarrassment. “That will work for me,” he said with a cheeky smile.

“So you do find me attractive?” He said trying to get a confirmation.

He wanted you, more than anything. But before he did anything he needed a clear answer.

He lay there just waiting for you. His heart raced hoping you would say the word that he was desperate to hear.

“Yes I do”

He felt a wave of excitement go through his body, he was ecstatic. “You do?” He asked again.

The fact that you were giving him a clear answer drove him wild.

At that point, he only had one thing on his mind, and that was trying to make you his woman.

He could no longer hold back, his emotions were in control. Every word that you spoke drove him mad.

He wanted you, desperately. “Can I ask you another question?”

“What happened to going to sleep?”

He let out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, about that”

His smile got wider as his eyes started to wander over your body. He was desperate to touch you.

His confidence was at an all-time high, at this point nothing in the world mattered but you.

“I just wanted to ask one last thing,” he said seductively. “May I kiss you?”

He raised his eyebrows.

He wanted to be able to say that he kissed you.

He didn’t want the night with you to end.

“If I kiss you can you please go to sleep”

“I promise”

He leaned in towards you.

He closed his eyes and put everything he had on the line. His heart raced, his mind was blank and his brain was turned off.

But there was one thing that he knew for sure and that was the fact that kissing you was what he wanted.

He slowly made his way to your lips.

His hands slowly slid towards your head, he put his fingers in your hair, he just wanted a moment with you.

He didn’t want the moment to end.

Sitting up on your elbow you lean down and kiss him. His heart raced, he felt like time stopped for the brief moment when your lips touched his. He felt as if the whole world was in slow motion.

It was the most perfect moment of his entire life.

He let the kiss last longer than he intended, he enjoyed it so much he didn’t know when to stop.

After an eternity of bliss, he pulled away.

“I promise I’ll go to sleep now,” he said with a cheeky smile.

“God you are immature but good night Carlos”

“Goodnight beautiful”

As he said that he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

There was no way he was sleeping, he was far too excited about the night. The fact that he kissed you had him filled with energy.

His heart was still pounding with adrenaline. His mind was constantly replaying his kiss with you.

But most of all he was filled with a deep love for the amazing woman that lay beside him.

As his eyes started to get heavy he let out a gentle sigh.

His mind was filled with thoughts of you.

As he lay there he had a smile on his face the whole time. His whole body was filled with the feeling of love and a deep affection for you.

The feelings he felt for you were unlike anything he ever felt for anyone else, not even his ex-girlfriends.

His eyes started to feel heavy, the excitement was slowly fading and all that remained was a peaceful calm.

“Goodnight mi ángel guardián” he muttered as he fell asleep.

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heytheredeann · 2 years

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So, a couple of days ago I watched The Man from Toronto, and of course, just like pretty much anything else at this point, it made me think of the potential for a napollya AU.

Picture: Napoleon is a thief, and because he can’t seem to be able to stay out of trouble he ends up in a bigger mess than he bargained for, specifically he ends up being mistaken for “the Man from Moscow”. He isn’t sure who the guy is, but considering that these people seem to expect him to torture a guy he can take an educated guess.

Fortunately for him, he is good at bluffing, he can even write off their questions about how he doesn’t really sound like he’s from Moscow (by claiming that it would be stupid to call himself that and actually be Russian, right? Must be secretive and everything), and he managed to get the guy he was supposed to torture to talk by bluffing his way through it, no torture necessary.

The problem is that these people apparently want him for something else too, so they get him on a plane for the second part of his assignment.

On the plane they are ambushed by the actual Man from Moscow, who is tall, handsome and actually very Russian (Napoleon maintains that that’s stupid), and who doesn’t seem very pleased by the fact that a random American is impersonating him. In fact, he frowns at Napoleon and goes: “This is just little cowboy. What is this”

Now, common sense would have Napoleon shut up and try to explain that this was a misunderstanding and that he’s more than happy to leave the torturing to him, thank you very much, or to try and talk his way into not being killed somehow. Instead, what gets out is: “HEY, who are you calling LITTLE, I’m six feet tall!”

So yeah, their relationship starts on a bit of rocky ground, to be precise it starts with what blows into a full fight on a plane, with everybody eventually killed except the two of them, and that’s just because Mr Moscow Man managed to keep the plane from crashing at the last minute. Napoleon is very impressed but also terrified out of his mind, which means that he gets extremely annoying and obnoxious about everything.

It still doesn’t get him shot, because Peril - the guy won’t give him his name, Napoleon refuses to call him Man from Moscow, and he needs to match the “Cowboy” nickname somehow - decides that he needs him to impersonate him a little more. The guys that first mistook him for their hired assassin, in fact, have a picture of him, so they are expecting him to show up to the next part of the assignment, and, well... Napoleon doesn’t want this to come back to bite him in the ass, so he decides to help on the condition that Peril helps him get rid of that picture.

That is how he finds himself shopping with an assassin, busy coaching him on how to dress and act like an assassin who knows what he’s doing. Napoleon is a great bluffer, if he can say so himself, so he doesn’t really think he needs all of this, but he can admit that when Illya shows him a ridiculous amount of different knives his brain bluescreens a little. So maybe he’ll let him do some coaching LOL

Napoleon keeps repeating that he’ll be fine, that he’s a great liar, just watch and learn Peril, and, to be fair, he pulls it off, he gets the information needed and there are only a couple of missteps, due to the fact there was some blood spilled, though most of it not by his hand. Afterwards, though, he’s a bundle of nerves, he’s freaking out, and not in an outlandish and dramatic way that would have Illya roll his eyes and flip him off, like after the plane incident, he actually seems pretty shaken. Which Illya takes a lot harder than he probably should, and he ends up attempting to comfort him.

More shit starts happening when another assassin comes after them. They survive and manage not to lose their intel, but afterwards, when Illya calls his handler to explain the situation, Napoleon warns him that Oleg is lying to him, because “Trust me, I’m an expert liar, I can tell”. Trouble is Illya doesn’t believe him, because he’s known Oleg for twenty years and he trusts him.

It was, in fact, Oleg that sent the other assassin after them, because he is unhappy with Illya keeping Napoleon alive (definitely not satisfied by Illya’s explanation as to why he’s useful) and this would be strike two, after another mission when he walked away without killing his target. If he’s getting all merciful and soft, he’s gotta go, hence the assassin.

Since they have some time before they are supposed to drop off the intel, Napoleon manages to convince Peril to spend the night out with him. Specifically, it’s Gaby’s birthday, and he promised her that he’d show up. Though she knows about his absolutely-legal career, and she does figure that this Peril has something to do with it because the guy is just so weird, she decides not to ask too many questions and he doesn’t volunteer that they are dining with an actual assassin (mostly because he doesn’t want her to get that Oh My God You Are So Stupid How Are You Still Alive look).

Napoleon does his best to get Peril to relax a little, even though of course the guy spends half the time keeping an eye on the exists and the cameras and he does not look like someone who is there to have fun, and him and Gaby also drag the poor man into a dance at some point. Illya actually has a lot more fun than he expected.

Eventually Illya figures out that Oleg backstabbed him and literally put a kill notice out on him, and, well---he should technically be skipping town, save his own skin first and everything. Needless to say, he barely even thinks about it before he’s on his way to Napoleon, because apparently he needs to make sure that he comes out of this in one piece too.

Meanwhile, Napoleon is busy trying (and barely managing) not to get killed when some trigger-happy guy comes looking for Peril (the revelation that, while he doesn’t know where he is, he wouldn’t say even if he did is a very unwelcome epiphany with terrible timing). Napoleon is very much not expecting Peril to come out of nowhere and tear the guy off of him, and yet. He 100% thought that he had gone off and that he would never see him again so. uh. “Fancy seeing you here, Peril!” “Shut up, run.”

Well, they manage to not get killed by the frankly appalling amount of agents that come after them (apparently the price tag on Illya’s head is pretty high. Napoleon manages to complain about it while running for his life, somehow), they get rid of the pictures implicating Napoleon and of every trace that they were ever involved in this whole thing, and by end of all this Napoleon is almost tempted to walk the straight and narrow (almost).

Illya is, obviously, supposed to leave never to be seen again, now that he has no job and pretty much no purpose in life. He is left with a substantial amount of money from all his previous assignments, so he should just leave and start anew wherever he wants, right?

Except when Napoleon casually mentions that he has a free guest room if he wants it, that seems pretty appealing, actually.

Which is how Napoleon ends up with an ex-assassin sleeping into his apartment, having to explain to Gaby why he’s all broken and bruised and who Peril actually is. She still thinks he’s a complete idiot, but but she does like the apparently-ex-assassin, so. She’ll support them, but she’ll still give Napoleon plenty of shit about it.

Bonus:

The first night that Illya spends at Napoleon’s apartment, he doesn’t think he’s going to be able to get any sleep. Something about how his whole life got turned upside down and how he could be going anywhere and be doing pretty much anything and yet the only thing that he wants to do is keep close to this idiot Cowboy and make sure that he doesn’t get himself killed with that big smartass mouth of his.

He does manage, at some point, to doze off a little, because the bed is really comfortable after all, only to be suddenly woken up by something crashing on his bed, giving him a heart attack. He has a gun on him before he can recognize Napoleon, way too unconcerned by the fact that he has a gun to his head and there’s a literal assassin behind the trigger.

“Peril!” he shouts, in the tone of someone that just had a revelation. “You never told me your name!”

...Illya is going to kill him in a week, tops.

#napollya #napoleon x illya #illya x napoleon #the man from uncle #tmfu #not spn #ely has shit to say #PLUS napoleon heard that the man from moscow's official backstory is that he was raised by his father on a frozen lake #until his father was eaten by a bear #napoleon is 55% sure that that story is bullshit but illya won't confirm nor deny #it's driving him insane #ANYWAY this got way too long looool it just FITS

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