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He's Charming | Alejandro Vargas x Male Reader | SFW

Fem/Minors DNI

Warnings; Somewhat graphic violence, spanish with no translation (go fuck yourselves (/j ily)), a little suggestive at the end

⚠️ i used yandex translator ⚠️

Request; Alejandro Vargas X Top!Male Reader who also speaks fluent Spanish and Alejandro slowly starts to fall for him.

A/N; I lost the file once and it made me blow a fuse so this is take 2 where i lost my patience so the use of accents is minimal, lmk if i should look through and add them back.

2 (Sequel)

If you'd like a part 2 with more development (+ smut bc it says top!m and i didn't wanna just go too fast idk) let me know! i'd be happy to do so.

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Pulling the strap around his leg tighter, Y/N lifted his head away from his gear and turned to the door as it opened. Gaz walked in and slapped him on the shoulder with a big smile.

“Y/N! Good to see you, man!” Y/N smiled at him and gave him a playful shove, standing up and giving him a big hug. “Hope we didn’t keep you waiting long.”

“No, not at all, Y/N said. Y/N and Gaz had been friends for many years, going to school together in their youth and joining the force together. They were like a package deal.

“You ready to go?” Gaz asked, walking towards the door that led outside into the stifling heat. Y/N nodded and followed him outside, crossing his arms over his chest. There was a car waiting outside, Gaz took up the driver's seat while Y/N got into the passenger side, closed it, and buckled up.

The drive to the base was spent catching up, blasting music, and laughing, being met with Price on arrival. Y/N and Gaz got out of the car and walked toward the Captain, him extending his hand towards Y/N and taking it.

“Y/N, it’s good to finally meet you. Gaz talks about you often,” He said, shaking Y/N’s hand firmly.

“Likewise, Captain. All good things, I hope?” Y/N responded, placing his hands on his hips. Price laughed and shrugged his shoulders before turning around.

“Follow me, the guys are inside. You should meet them.” Price walked towards the door while Y/N and Gaz followed. The room they walked into was spacious and old, worn down. There was a table with a few men sitting around it playing cards, going in order and placing one upside down.

“Queen,” A man with a mohawk said, putting the card on the stack at the centre of the table.

“Bullshit!” The man next to him yelled, a wide grin on his face as he watched the other take the deck.

“You hackit bastard…” He muttered, glaring at the deck in his hands.

“Alright boys,” Price spoke, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops. The men turned to look at him, two standing and walking over, the others following suit. “This is Y/N L/N, goes by Bobcat. He specialises in close combat. He will be working with us from here on out, so get to know him.”

Y/N gave them a half smile as Price moved to sit at the table, pulling out a laptop and a few folders.

“Call me Soap,” The mohawk introduced himself, extending his hand and shaking Y/N’s. “This is Ghost,” He said, pointing to the large man standing a few feet behind him. He had a mask on that covered his face, his eyes being the only visible feature. Y/N nodded to him.

“Colonel Alejandro Vargas, a pleasure to be working with you, Bobcat.” Alejandro shook his hand and gestured to the shorter man next to him. “This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.” Rodolfo shook Y/N’s hand. Ghost had sat next to Price to speak to him about the mission.

“What’s with the nickname?” Soap questioned. Gaz started laughing and Y/N punched his shoulder.

“Don’t you say a word, Kyle,” He warned, Gaz looking up at him with a grin.

“It’s actually quite a funny story! There was an incident where he-”

“Cállate!” Y/N smacked the back of his head. “I’ll rat you out if you’re not careful, pendejo.” Gaz stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes at Y/N and scoffed.

“You speak Spanish?” Alejandro asked, catching Y/N’s attention.

“Sí, the woman who took me in when I was young taught me,” Y/N said. Gaz glanced at him and grabbed his shoulder, shaking him roughly. “What?”

“Bobcat, I’d like to give you a debrief about the mission and get you familiar with the plan,” Price said, standing up from his seat and walking over to Y/N.

“Alright. Lidere el camino, Capitán,” He responded, following Price into a room off the side. Shelves and boxes were lining the far wall, a small kitchen on the right side, and a table in the middle of the room. Price gestured for him to sit, Y/N doing so while the Captain turned on the kettle and rummaged through a cabinet.

“Do you drink coffee?” He asked, pulling out two mugs and two instant coffee packs.

“Sí señor. I take it black.” Price readied the mugs and turned to face Y/N, leaning on the counter while he waited for the water to boil.

“Let’s get down to business. We are going for a man by the name of Alexander Stadt. He has been smuggling illegal arsenals from here to a port in Germany, and from there to Czech.” He grabbed a file from the counter next to him and tossed it in front of Y/N on the table. He skimmed through it while Price continued. “Civilians have begun to get involved, and consequently silenced for stumbling upon the trading. We have located Alexander at a base not far from here.”

The kettle screamed when it reached its designated temperature. Price turned around and started making the coffee. “He jumps between places, so our window of time is small. Tonight would be best to do the operation. Capture or kill.” Price turned around and walked to the table, setting one mug in front of Y/N and taking a seat in front of him.

“So what’s the plan then?” Y/N asked, flipping to the next page with details on Los Vaqueros. He stared at one of the photos and eyed the printed words beside it. The handsome man from earlier. Price started talking again and Y/N looked up, the details for Y/N’s place in the mission unfolding. “I’ve got my work cut out for me…”

Y/N followed Alejandro closely, peering over his shoulder when he stopped and raised a hand.

“See something, Colonel?” Y/N asked, glancing around. Alejandro pointed to a man standing at an open window, leaning out and smoking a cigarette. Y/N let out an ‘ah’ sound and walked over, Alejandro grabbing his shoulder and trying to pull him back.

“What the fuck are you doing, pendejo?” He whisper-yelled. Y/N shrugged him off and walked under the high window, glancing up at the oblivious man who was speaking to someone behind him. He turned his head to look at the person and Y/N reached up, grabbing the cigarette from his fingers and stomping it out. The man turned back to his smoke after the other had left, a confused look on his face at the lack of it, and leaned out the window to see if he dropped it.

“What the…” He muttered, eyes blooming wide with shock at the sight of Y/N staring back up at him.

“Smoking is bad for you, don’t you know that, credo?” He chastised, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt and tugging him out the window. He hit the ground with a thud, dirt kicking up around him. Y/N crouched down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up and slitting his throat with his knife. The grotesque gurgling from his drowning in his blood sent chills through Alejandro’s spine.

While not part of the plan, they now had a way inside that would be closer to their target, so Alejandro walked over and stared up at the open window in slight shock.

“¿Eyes audaz, no?” He muttered. Y/N grinned and laced his fingers together to give the other a boost.

“Si, but I saved us time.” Alejandro hummed and hauled himself into the window, landing on his feet and waiting for Y/N to follow after him. The window was high up because of the big foundation, and he wondered if he would even be able to get himself over it, but lo and behold Y/N fell in after him rather ungracefully.

“Nice landing, tonto,” Alejandro huffed. Y/N pay no mind, simply standing up and brushing ohh his pants. Alejandro walked to the door and leaned out, immediately going back inside.

“Who’s over there?” Y/N asked, making his way over to the colonel. He shushed him and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to him and letting him peer out the door. There was a large, round table with a group of men playing poker around it, Alexander sitting amongst them. Large bodyguards were posted around the room, all sporting the same ‘uniform’ that the man Y/N killed was sporting. ‘Ah,’ he thought, pulling away from the door. “That’s not good…”

Alejandro walked away from the door, sending Y/N a look that said ‘keep watch’, while he moved farther away to be unheard while radioing into the rest of the team. Y/N stared out the door, the murmuring of Alejandro being snuffed by the rodeo that was the poker game outside of their small storage room.

“They’re on their way to us,” He stated quietly. Y/N briefly looked at him before returning to stalking the group. “On my signal, you shoot the one closest to us, the one on the left. I’ll get the one on the right.” Y/N nodded and readied his gun, holding it across his chest protectively.

Waiting for them felt longer than it should have, but when Y/N heard Ghost give Alejandro the ‘ok’ he stepped into the doorway and shot three of the bodyguards nearest to them, chaos ensuing.

“You-!” Alejandro cursed, following after Y/N and firing at the other guards and men who were now scrambling to get away.

Y/N spotted the red hair of Alexander running out of the room and immediately rushed after him. ‘Capture or kill’, he thought as he shot the tall man in the lower leg. He let out a blood-curdling scream and stumbled, limping away from Y/N as quickly as he could with a bullet in his calf. Y/N caught up with him quickly, kicking the back of his left knee and watching him fold like a chair.

“Hey, Alex! You mind if I call you that?” Y/N mocked, crouching in front of the ginger who was grasping his bleeding wound. He glared up at the H/C and spat on his face, Y/N’s lips curling into a grimace. “Mala jugada, pendejo,” He muttered as he wiped off the saliva.

He stood up and wound back, kicking Alexander in the side of his head with his thick combat boots. His head swung to the side, face red from the force. Y/N leaned down and grabbed his collar, pulling him up enough to look at him. He clicked his tongue and punched him, fist making contact with his temple. He passed out promptly afterwards, Y/N letting him fall to the floor. Alejandro walked rushed through the door, Soap on his heel and stared at the unconscious body at Y/N’s feet.

“He spat on me, it’s not my fault!” He said, raising his hands in defence. Soap groaned and Alejandro rubbed his eyebrows. “What? He’s still alive,” He grumbled, pulling a zip tie from his utility belt and tying Alexander’s wrists and ankles. He hoisted him up over his shoulder and walked past Alejandro and Soap, the latter following him while Alejandro stared in slight disbelief at the fact that Y/N had effortlessly picked up a 6’3” man and casually slung him over his shoulder. What the hell were they feeding this kid?

He caught up with them quickly and watched Y/N shove Alex, now awake and cursing Y/N out in Russian while thrashing around, in the back of the truck, slamming the door in his face.

Y/N groaned and looked at his hand, a throbbing, irritated and bleeding teeth mark on the skin. “This puta bit me!” Alejandro walked over to him and grimaced at the sight. The bastard’s teeth were sharp. Examining the wound, Alejandro got a good look at Y/N’s hands.

They were nice, a few veins protruding from his S/C skin, his bones showing through it. The meat of his palm and the creases in it, his fingernails short. Never in his life did he think that he would be admiring a man's hand and be slightly jealous that the bite wound on it wasn’t in the shape of his own teeth.

“¿A que estas mirando?” Y/N asked, looking into Alejandro's deep brown eyes. “¿Crees que es contagioso?” He turned back to his hand, raising it to his face and looking at it with concern.

“No esta infectado, no te preocupes,” Alejandro reassured him, turned away and walked to the passenger side of the car Rodolfo was in. He opened the door and climbed halfway inside, glancing back At Y/N who was getting into the driver's seat with Gaz in the passenger seat. “Nos vemos en la base.” Y/N grinned and waved, shutting the door and driving off. Rodolfo stared at Alejandro after he sat in the car incredulously.

“¿Te gusta el?” He asked, following the car in front of him. Alejandro glared at him in response.

“Es encantador,” He said, watching the road in front of them.

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