❛ I'M GONNA PROTECT YOU ❜

with Angel Reyes, and reader as Che ‘Taza’ Romero' daughter.

Request: Oooh Could it be where you are a younger sibling to one of the guys or a daughter to either the older three? And you and Angel are somewhat good friends? Well one day you are alone at your house and you hear a noise outside and it freaks you out so you grab your gun and call your brother/dad and they are busy at the moment but they send Angel to check it out and he comes and turns out it's someone trying to break in. Anyway the guy runs away and it ends in some Smut? Then your relative comes!

BY @firebenderwolf

Warnings: brief violence described, I think.

Word count: about 1.8k

Aurora says: I wrote it listening a cover of ‘La Llorona’, by Natalia Doco, so I recommend you to listen this song while you read it. This writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

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The barks coming from the open field, next to the barns, suddenly wakes you up. Your dogs never barks in the middle of the night. You don't give them much importance, lying back on bed again, until they start to howl. Getting up and sticking your head closer to the window, you find some big figures cutting part of the wire fence with a pair of shears. Grabbing your phone, you call your father while leading your feet to his room, to grab the gun under his pillow. A nine millimeters semi automatic, enough to chase them away. Taking off the safety and raising your arms to the high of your eyes, you hang up the call. Probably, Taza will be at Vicki's house getting drunk with Bishop and Tranq, so you type Angel's number by heart. Going downstairs, your eyes looking straight forward, trying to make the least noise possible while you hear the howls and barks getting louder.

“Angel, there's two guys trying to come into my house, and my dad doesn't answer”.

“I'm going, mami. Hide and don' fuckin' move”.

The adrenaline was running through your body, and until you listened to his voice, you didn't notice that you were actually terrified. Gulping, you just hope that they don't hurt your animals. Keeping your phone muttered in a pocket, you hold the gun with both hands. The logic act would be calling the cops, but that is not an option for someone like you, nor your father. Crossing the huge and open living room, you decide to hide yourself into a wardrobe behind a folding screen that your great-grandfather made with his own hands.

Your heart races jumping inside your chest when you are able to hear their voices. Mexicans with a terrible american accent. Sticking your left ear to the door, you try to glimpse if you know them. And it is possible. Biting your bottom lip really nervous, you begin to text your father telling him what's happening, until your body shakes violently when a lot of small glasses fall to the floor after a heavy racket. The thieves are now entering into your house. And actually, they're not going to find anything. Your father is too intelligent to keep his money and valuables belongings inside there. But you're actually terrified because, yes, you know how to fire a gun; but you have never done it to defend yourself. And the only thing you can do right now is to wait. Your father is also coming with the older part of the crew after reading your text messages.

The barks outside don't cease, but your dogs are locked taking care of the animals, and you prefer it. You don't want them to get hurt. And the different noises of more glasses crashing, and different pieces of furniture falling to the floor are turning you anxious. The tears filling up your eyes and your shaky breathing don't help to stay calmed. Resting your back against the wall, with the gun raised to the door, you think that you are ready to fire it as soon as someone opens it.

Gulping a bunch of saliva, when you stop to hear them whispering curses in spanish after some minutes, the heavy steps upstairs call your attention; as the continues buzz of an engine getting closer to the ranch, speeding up in the moment it crosses the main fence. In complete silence, you step out from the wardrobe, with your trembling fingers securing the weapon between them. Checking that there's no one around you, your feet run to the main door to open it. Angel is already there. Without taking off the helmet, the man passes you away with his own gun lifted up in front of his dark eyes. Following him to the stairs, each other take up a side of the wall, waiting for them to go downstairs. The first one appears asking the other to leave, after not finding anything, but before he can warn his sidekick, Angel is already pointing at him, making him a sign to stay silent.

“Mario, where are you?” You hear from the top.

Taking off the gun from the thief's hands, you leave it over the table. But making a false move, the mexican manages to punch Angel, starting to wrestle with him.

“RUN, ANTONIO! MAYA—MAYANS ARE HERE!”

Your mind goes blank by the shock of seeing him fighting, and the weapon sliding itself over the floor, in the meantime the other man runs away jumping through a window and using the bindweeds around the house as stairs. Watching how the other tries to beat the oldest Reyes, you point at them with trembling hands.

“Leave him, pend—”.

Because of the nerves running through your veins, your forefinger presses the trigger shooting the thief by his back. A painful grunt floods the living room. Angel pushes him away, while the mexican writhes between tears and growls. Grabbing the gun from your hands, to not fire anyone else, your friend places an arm over your shoulders to turn you, giving your back to the thief. At the moment he tries to fight again, almost standing up, Angel shoots him again. Twice. Straight to the chest. Clinged to his body, you can't help but break into cries, hiding your face in his neck.

“Look at me… Look at me. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He mumbles, leaving away the weapon, so he can cup your cheek in his hands.

You just nod swallowing, feeling his lips pressed on your forehead, before stretching an arm to the wall to turn on the lights.

“Com'ere, baby”. He says, urging you to slightly jump into him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your tears wet the franel shirt he's wearing inconsolably, leading his steps to the kitchen, away from the dead body staining the floor with the blood gushing out of it. Helping you to sit over the island in the middle of the place, Angel hurries up to bring you a glass of water, not knowing how to calm you down more than with leaving some caresses in your hair. You try to swallow but your throat is hermetically closed, coughing some times, while the salty tears keep flowing onto your lips.

“Did I… Did I ki—killed him?”

“No, no, no”. He says, putting the ringed fingers by both sides of your face, affected deeply by the look of horror in your orbs. “I did it, okay? You hear me? I did it”.

You know him from seven years ago, having a special connection from the beginning. You have been through a lot of shit together, but you never expected something like that happening. Putting the glass away from your trembling fingers, Angel holds you against his body, tightly hugging you, trying to make you feel somewhat better while the crew come to the ranch.

“Please… Stop crying… It's okay”. He mutters with a broken voice, not used to feel you so terrified. “I'm here, baby… I'm gonna protect you”.

“I'm sor—sorry, Angel”.

“Don' be silly. You don' have to be sorry 'bout nothing”. He chuckles softly, leaving a kiss on your right cheek. “Am your superhero, remember?”

The Reyes finally breathes when he hears you laughing with a low, low tone.

“I would never let anyone hurt you”. Sticking his forehead on yours, he closes his eyes for a second, feeling how your fingers get intertwined in his shirt.

You just nod, trying to catch back your breath, almost drinking his. The strokes by his thumbs over your skin helps to maintain a calmed pulse, beating your heart with a low pace; only focused on his touches. Your mind plays a dirt trick on you, making you lean forward some inches until his lips are being pressed by yours. But Angel isn't surprised, and doesn't have any intention to pull himself away, strengthening his fingers on your neck. Your mouths look like two pieces from a puzzle, destined to fit perfectly. Settling himself between your legs to be closer, your hands travel to the back of his head, as your lips start to move softly, tasting every single inch of his. Sliding his tongue inside your mouth to find yours, you can't help but feel a mix of feelings about it. Now you are confused about the fact that you don't know if you're doing it because of the horror lived, or because you really wanted to do it since long ago.

Running out of air, Angel continues kissing your cheek up to your temple with short and gentle gestures, clinging his arms around your body. You have never felt so serene, even if there's a dead body in the middle of your living room and the buzz of some engines are getting louder. He is warm, and seems like he smells better than never, resting your face on his chest with closed eyes. Angel's heart beat is like a hypnotic melody that could make you fall asleep just like that, as if you two were completely alone and you haven't been about to kill a man, for the first time, some minutes ago.

“BAB—HOLY SHIT! BABY! BABY, WHERE ARE YOU?”

As soon as Angel pulls away himself from you, your legs jump down to the floor, running to the place where your father's voice comes from. Your body collides with his surrounding him, breaking in crying again when you feel him finally holding you. Bishop, Tranq and Riz are also there, examining the man lying on the floor with no breath of life in him.

“¿Estás bien? ¿Estás herida, mi amor?” (Are you okay? Are you hurt?) Taza is desperate, looking at you with reddened eyes as you nod in silence. “What happened?”

“There were two men. This… son of a bitch's name is Mario. The other ran away by a window. Antonio, I think he said”. Angel explains under the gaze from his brothers. “Man… they knew where they were getting into”.

“Why?” Bishop asks.

“They knew we are Mayans”. Angel shakes his head slightly, rubbing his forehead with two fingers. “And they were mexicans”.

“I think I know him”. Tranq is squatted close to the dead body, narrowing his eyes as he studies his face. “Vatos or Coyotes, I am not sure, Bishop”.

“Figure it out and put in on the table”. Taza demands with the rage consuming him, hugging you tightly under his arms.

“Let's go”. Bishop moves his head to the main door, making the others know that they must go. “Angel, calls the guys. Take care of the trash”.

“Come here, mi vida”. Your father whispers carrying you into his arms upstairs, not wanting you to continue there. “We're going to take some clothes and leave to the club, okay?”

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For The Dancing and Dreaming by Tamabukku1000

Paradise was not a very patient dragon. She liked to get things done quickly, efficiently, and with a minimum amount of fuss. When she had realized she wanted to spend the rest of her days with Xander, the dragon she loved, she'd wasted no time in finding them matching rings and proposing before he ever got the chance. This was why, as much as she adored her big brother, she'd had her fair share of frustrating, irritating, and banging-her-head-against-the-wall moments over the many years he and his beloved had spent circling around each other. They had always been caught in each other's orbits, and it was only a matter of time before they collided. She wished it hadn't taken them so long to get it through their thick, stubborn heads. But now, as Paradise looked around the wedding venue on her way to Alfie's room, she thought that all the waiting might have been worth it. Alfie had showed up at Paradise's door one night, almost four months ago, and practically tackled her to the ground as he squealed in excitement. When she'd finally managed to get more than two words in edgewise and ask him why he'd showed up at her house in the middle of the night, screaming his head off, her brother simply thrust his hand in her face, grinning so hard his face threatened to split in two. Not long after, she was squealing even more loudly than he had been, and hugged him tighter than she ever had before. Daymion had been the one to propose. Oh, she knew he had been planning on it, she'd held on to the ring for Daymion while he'd been deployed in the military, but for a long time, it was the last thing on anyone's minds. After Daymion finally came home after a particularly long and soul-crushing (at least for Alfie) absence, too much happened at once to even think about a wedding. Alfie hadn't been taking care of himself in Daymion's absence, and when she told the darker Skydancer the whole story, she'd never seen such a range of conflicting emotions cross another dragon's face. Fear, regret, sadness, relief...all of these and more. It took quite a while after Daymion returned for Alfie to be completely back to his old self again, and even longer for the two of them to talk about everything that had happened. But the two of them came out stronger in the end, and Paradise always smiled when she thought of the first time they'd all gone out together as a family, all smiling and laughing and joking together, no more ghosts of the past weighing them down. Paradise arrived at Alfie's room, smiling softly as she heard four familiar voices bickering beyond the door. She knocked gently, and let herself in. Alfie's wedding was finally happening, and by the Gods, she was going to help her brother's day be as amazing as it deserved to be. Paradise was not a patient dragon, but she had waited decades for this. She could wait a few more hours if it meant everything would be perfect. _________________________________ To say Alfie was stressed was the understatement of the century. He still couldn't figure out exactly what he was going to wear, and the wedding was in three hours. He and Daynion had planned everything out meticulously, from their venue, to the catering, to their guest list, to how many drinks their friends were allowed to have before they inevitably got too drunk and started telling embarrassing stories between various rounds of horrible karaoke. They had decided to be spontaneous with how they were going to be dressed, however, because they wanted to be completely surprised and in awe when they saw the other coming down the aisle towards them. Alfie had thought it a good idea at the time, but now, holding up two separate outfits and asking his sister's three sons to judge them both, he wished he'd planned things out farther in advance. "I think you should go with the blue," the oldest son, Rizawan, said as he looked over the choices. "It'll really bring out your natural colors, and you can always add accessories, Flamecaller knows you have plenty." The middle son, Atal, scoffed in disagreement. "Riz, please, the red and white is way better. It's a great contrast, and it'll add a little more...flair to things. It's his wedding day, he needs to have all eyes on him." Alfie looked between the two desperately before turning to the youngest nephew. "Andric?" He asked. "What do you think? You're the tiebreaker." The dark green Skydancer shrugged noncommittally and stated, "You could wear either of them and outdress anyone else there, or you could combine them. It's your wedding day, man, I'm not fashionable enough to be of much help here." "You're all hopeless..." Alfie said, rubbing his temples. "Why did I think this was a good idea-" he was cut off as a knock sounded on the door, and his sister came in. "Oh thank the Gods, I've never been so happy to see your face literally ever," Alfie blurted out. "Outfit. Help. Please. I'm freaking out and your sons aren't helpful." Paradise raised an eyebrow at him, before shooing her sons out into the hallway she had just emerged from. "You're way overthinking this, you know," Paradise said calmly, going over to his outfit selections and selecting a few pieces from each set before setting them in front of Alfie and gesturing for him to try them on. "I know, you've told me that five times today," Alfie said, putting on the clothes she had chosen. "I'm freaking out over the small stuff... I yelled at your husband earlier over napkin and silverware placements." Paradise laughed as she watched Alfie struggle into his suit. "I'll bet he yelled right back, he wouldn't let you get away with that nonsense." "Yeah, he did," Alfie admitted. "Remind me again why you married him? He's scary." The green Skydancer made a few more adjustments to his look and looked up at his sister. "Well?" He inquired nervously. Paradise had to admit, her brother cleaned up well. She'd chosen the blue suit, but with the white pants from the red outfit, as well as simple gold bracelets and a simple gold necklace to accent the look. But there was still something missing... "Hang on," she said, going over to the small table on which Alfie's accessories lay, and grabbed a blue butterfly brooch from it before pinning it to his suit. "There, perfect." Alfie smiled at his sister before going over to the mirror. He did look sharp, he had to admit. "Thanks, Paradise," he said. "You're the best, you know that?" Paradise bumped him with her shoulder. "Well, obviously," she smirked. "Now come on, you've got a couple of hours before things really get started, so how about you and I go greet a few of your guests, huh?" "Aren't you worried Daymion will see us?" Alfie questioned, following his sister as she led him out of the room. "I don't want him to see me before the ceremony." Paradise's mouth turned into a mischievous grin. "Not even a little bit, big brother," she reassured him. "Trust me, he's got plenty of things to keep him busy." ______________________________ Daymion wasn't expecting too much to happen before his wedding. He'd already planned things out with Alfie for the whole day of the big event, and he knew what he was going to wear. He had no plans other than to wait until it was time to walk down the aisle and finally marry his hero. He should've known better than to think it would be that simple. The night before the big day, Daymion had been woken from his sleep by a loud knocking on his hotel door. He assumed it was Alfie, coming to remind him of something before morning. Although they'd agreed to not see each other for a whole day before the wedding, he couldn't deny that he'd rather fall asleep wrapped around Alfie's warm body than alone. "I have to say, this isn't an unpleasant surprise, but I thought you were adamant about-" Daymion stopped as soon as he saw who was behind the door. "SURPRISE!" four sets of voices shouted. Staring back at Daymion were none other than his best friends, Pesto, Noodle, Glass, and Aura. Before he could react, he was slammed into by four bodies, and taken down to the floor by the force of the group hug. "Oh my gods, you guys!" Daymion chuckled, wrapping his arms and wings around as many of his friends as he could. "I didn't think I'd see you until tomorrow." "Oh, Ayan," Aura, the small navy and purple Fae said, shaking her head. "You thought we were going to pass up the chance to throw you the most epic bachelor party ever?" "Yeah!" Pesto and Noodle said in unison. "Besides, we got here earlier than expected, and when we asked the pretty green Skydancer with the sylvan outfit where you were, she said you were here by yourself, and that's unacceptable in our books." "So now, you get a bachelor party. End of story," Glass, the ice blue coatl, added. "We're taking you out for a good time, and you can't stop us." Daymion grinned. "Well, I suppose I could come willingly instead of having you kidnap me and drag me to a bar in the middle of nowhere, so I'll take that option." "This is a wise decision," Aura said, mock seriousness in her voice. "You will not regret the inevitable fun and crazy dancing. I swear upon the Gods that this will be the most-" "Okay, okay, I get it," Daymion interrupted, laughing. "Grandiose bachelor party and all that. Now can we please go while the night is still here? I'd like to have coherent thoughts in the morning, and we're wasting moonlight." Aura and the others grinned, and the five friends went out on the town. As promised, it was a celebration of epic proportions. Pesto had worked in the fire realm for a time after he was released from active duty, so he knew a lot of good hangout spots. After hitting a few bars, dancing in a few clubs, and Glass getting hit on by a drunk ridgeback with three nose rings, they ended up at another hole-in-the-wall bar called Leona's, where the owner gave them a private room and free drinks (Daymion never learned how Pesto managed to get all of it for free, but knew better than to ask). Daymion was worn out, and pleasantly buzzed, but he was undeniably happy. Later that night, Pesto, Noodle, and Glass were drunkenly using the karaoke machine and singing along to every song that they could, even the ones they didn't know. Daymion looked on in amusement, and Aura came to sit beside him, leaning against his side. "You know," Daymion said, "if you'd told me when I met you that this is where I'd have ended up, I wouldn't have believed you." Aura chuckled. "I believe that," she replied. "You weren't always this fun." Daymion shoved his small friend playfully, and watched his inebriated friends for a few more moments before Aura spoke up again. "I'm really happy for you, Ayan," she whispered. "You deserve to be happy, and I'm happy that you're happy, and everyone's happy, and... I'm really drunk, aren't I?" "Yes, you are," Daymion conceded, "but the sentiment is there nonetheless." "How are you such a coherent drunk?" Aura asked. "Too much practice," Daymion admitted. "But thank you for noticing. And you're right, you know? I really am happy. This might be the happiest I've ever been. I have a group of awesome friends, and I'm marrying the love of my life tomorrow." There was another pause as they both contemplated things for a moment. Then, Aura murmured, "Thank you, Ayan." Daymion raised an eyebrow at her. "For what?" He inquired. "For saving my life," Aura said. "If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't be be here right now. I would've died in that ocean. I know you always say Alfie's the hero in your relationship, but you're my hero. And if the way I've heard you talk about him is any indication, you're his hero too." A couple of tears ran down Daymion's face, and he hugged Aura tightly to him. "Thank you," he whispered fiercely, "for being my best friend. Thank you for helping me get here." The two of them stayed like that, not saying a word, until finally their friends were actually on the verge of passing out, and the five of them slowly made their way back to Daymion's hotel room. Daymion woke up the next afternoon on the floor. His friends were all around the room, passed out in various uncomfortable-looking positions. He looked at the clock on the bedside table, and startled when he realized... "Guys, guys, get up get up get up," Daymion demanded frantically, going to each one of his friends in turn and shaking them awake. "We have two hours before the wedding and I haven't bathed, or dressed, and I'm pretty sure I still smell like alcohol." ______________________________ As the minutes ticked away, and each dragon got ready for the moment they had taken so long to realize they'd been waiting for, both of them thought of the other and smiled. As they stood at opposite ends of the venue, five minutes before they were scheduled to meet each other in the center in front of their family and friends, butterflies fluttered in both Skydancers' stomachs. Daymion was finally cleaned up, Alfie was standing with his sister, and neither was able to see the other. The hearts of the two betrothed dragons were beating so fast that they wondered if their counterpart could hear it from the other side... The music started, and each dragon took his first steps toward his soulmate. ____________________________ Alfie's breath caught when he finally laid eyes on his Daymion. His partner had kept his outfit fairly simple. He wore a black suit, white pants, and he'd even removed all the bandages he usually wore. He was absolutely stunning. Neither of them needed to be extravagant for the other, and if the way Daymion was looking Alfie over meant anything, he felt the same way. _____________________________ If Daymion hadn't been so caught up in how gorgeous Alfie looked in that moment, he might have seen how all of his friends were flashing him wicked grins or how Alfie's mother looked to be on the brink of tears. He watched as Paradise kissed her brother's cheek before going to sit in the front row, before he finally reached the dragon who he would fight an army for. _____________________________ As the two met in the middle, they immediately pressed their foreheads together and closed their eyes. "Hi," Daymion murmured. Alfie chuckled. "Hi yourself, handsome." He pulled away to look into Daymion's eyes, and saw all of the love Daymion possessed shining back at him. They were so tempted just to kiss and get to being husbands already... "Shall we begin?" A pearlcatcher's voice interrupted their staring contest. They both startled and turned to look at him sheepishly. "Yes," Daymion said, grasping Alfie's hand in his. "So ready." Alfie just smiled and nodded his agreement. As the pearlcatcher began the ceremony, neither of them were really paying attention. They kept stealing glances at each other, and shared small smiles. They only turned their attention back to the actual ceremony when the pearlcatcher said: "I believe you both wrote your own vows?" The two nodded, and turned fully to each other. Alfie started to remove his notes from his suit pocket, but Daymion stopped him. Alfie looked at him questioningly. "Me first," Daymion insisted. Alfie smiled and nodded. Daymion cleared his throat, and looked Alfie directly in the eye. "So, I didn't write anything," Daymion started. "But I knew that if I did, it would just be long and repetitive, and I'd keep stumbling over everything I wrote, so I just need to speak from the heart, I guess. Alfie, I've always loved you. From the time we were kids, I loved you. When we were fighting for so, so long, I loved you. I loved you through every scratch, burn, jail sentence, and near-death experience. Maybe I didn't always acknowledge it, or let you believe it, but it was there. It never left. I always knew that no matter what happened between us, I could never really escape you, because you are the only one my heart could love like this. There's no one else. You are my person, my reason to live, my everything. Even when I thought I hated you, my life revolved around you. Alfie, you are irreplaceable. My world would be a lot darker if you weren't in it. So, I guess what I'm really trying to say is, thank you for not giving up on me. You saw me, even when I thought you were done with me, and you brought me back. And even if it takes me a while sometimes, I will always, always come back to you." Alfie could barely see through the haze of tears that covered his vision. They fell even faster when Daymion reached up to gently wipe them off his cheeks. "How am I supposed to top that, huh?" He sniffed. Daymion smiled softly at him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Alfie wasn't sure it was possible for someone to love someone else as much as he did Daymion in that moment. He took a deep breath and pulled away slightly. "Okay, okay," Alfie said, pulling his notes out of his pocket. "Daymion, I can't even begin to tell you how much I love you, because I don't think there are words for that sort of thing. We've had more trials and obstacles put in our path than any two dragons should ever have to go through, and we came out on top. And even though I regret a lot of things that happened between us, if it meant that I could be here with you, promising you everything I have, I wouldn't change a thing. And that's saying a lot, considering how much I wish I could have changed for us. You were always here, right in front of me this whole time, and I almost didn't see it until it was too late. But you gave me the chance to love you for everything that you are, and I will always, always take that chance. You said you will always come back to me, and maybe I didn't always deserve that, but I promise, I will always be here for you to come back to. I love you more than anything else, Daymie. I wouldn't trade you for the world." There wasn't a dry eye in the house. Paradise was two steps away from ugly crying like a baby. Daymion's friends were all huddled together, watching the couple as their eyes and noses ran simultaneously. No one else was fairing much better. The pearlcatcher even wiped a couple of tears away before continuing, but Daymion and Alfie barely heard her. They were too engrossed in each other to notice anything else. They hardly noticed when it was time to say the final words that would pronounce them married. "Do you, Alfie, take-" "Yes," Alfie interrupted. A few chuckles were heard from the audience, and Daymion smiled. Alfie blushed. "I mean, I do." The pearlcatcher continued, "and do you, Daymion, take Alfie as yours for as long as you both shall live?" "I do," Daymion said, before finally, finally kissing Alfie, because he simply couldn't wait any longer. The pearlcatcher only smiled and finished the ceremony, knowing she couldn't possibly tear them apart now. Alfie kissed Daymion back with everything he had, and the two stood there, in a world of their own, as the rest of the real world around them rejoiced. __________________________________ Paradise was not a very patient dragon. She had been waiting all day to eat something, anything, and her stomach was reminding her of that every five seconds. Normally, she wouldn't have let anything stop her from going straight to the buffet and getting as many insects as she could pile onto one plate. But as she watched her brother and his husband take their first dance as husbands, bodies melded into one, even closer than they had been at her own wedding, she smiled. She watched as every now and then one would whisper something into the other's ear, or they would share a chaste kiss, not caring who saw, because nothing could phase them now. Alfie and Daymion were unbreakable, and Paradise's heart soared. Xander leaned over and kissed her cheek, and she smiled even wider. Paradise was not a patient dragon, but she knew better than to try and rush true love. It had taken decades to get here. Her stomach could wait a few more minutes.

❛ MY GUARDIAN ANGEL ❜

Headcanon.

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: Hey!! ❤❤❤ Can I please request for our Bishop prompt #9? Something angsty with happy ending? Thank you so much love!! 💕💕💕

Prompt:

9. "I'll find her/him and bring her/him home, I promise."

BY @supervalcsi

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.1k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

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Your little sister has always been a good girl, responsible, kind and well-mannered. Until she met a wannabe gangster from Santa Madre.

She altered into a mess. She began to skip classes, come back home late at night drunk, and started to shout at you for whatever shit.

You couldn't stop her from sleeping out of your house some nights. Because she was used to escaping after losing sight of her just for a second.

Until you noticed that she hadn't appeared for the last two days.

You were worried. She is the only family you have and you have been trying to protect her, since your parents died.

Not knowing where to look for her, you decided to call the only person who could help you.

Obispo Losa.

And the Mayans.

The prospect has prepared you an infusion, to make the wait less anxious. The other men are coming, leaving in the background whatever business they were taking care of, to attend you. Having a long sip from the mug between your trembling fingers, the noisy engines become louder as they get closer. Putting the drink on the coffee table while the door is getting opened, you can see Bishop taking off his glasses. You are about to cry, collapsing in tears when his arms surround you.

“Come with us, querida”.

Tranq, Taza and Riz follow you into the Templo, sitting at the large table by his side. The older one offers you a hanky to clean your tears. El Presidente holds your free hand, urging you to look at him.

“Tell me everything you know”.

“I ju—just… know they're call—called something like… guards, guardians… or maybe keepers. I do—I don't know, Bishop”.

The man raises his eyes to the Vice.

“Yeah, guardians. They're from a hood of Santa Madre. I heard about them. Illegal parties, alcohol to minors… Nothing to really worry about”.

“Until now”. Tranq puts it on the table, being irrefutable.

“I will find her, and bring her home. I promise”.

Bishop caresses the back of your hand with his thumb, leaning forward to press his lips on your temple with a gentle gesture.

While the Mayans made some calls and went to search her out, you stayed at the clubhouse, waiting for some good news.

You didn't doubt that they would find her, but you were truly desperate.

Tranq is the first one in having some information, leading the crew to the tunnel to cross the border without being seen for prying eyes.

Two cars are waiting for them in the desert, escorted by another club. Friends who were going to help them.

When the Mayans reached the hood, they were ready to do whatever they should do.

With the guns kept behind they're kuttes, the men step out from the cars parked in front of the house. Some guys are sitting on the porch, looking at them somewhat confused, standing up over his feet. One of them comes into the house.

“We're looking for a kid”. Taza says, stopping at some inches from the stairs.

“There's no kid here, viejo. Go with your kinks pal' carajo”. He makes his friends laugh, until who seems the guy they are looking for appears on the scene.

“Carlos, right?” Bishop says taking some steps closer. “Where is Ana?”

“¿Quién es Ana?” The mexican asks, raising his chin.

El Presidente chuckles bowing his head. Grabbing his loaded gun and placing his fingers around the other's throat, he tucks it into his mouth.

“No me hagas perder mi tiempo, chamaco”. He grunts, pushing him against the wall, keeping the gun inside the cavity. “You fucked up with the wrong girl”.

Angel found her. Carrying your sister unconscious between his arms, Coco covered her with his kutte. She was cold, high, with a deplorable look.

“Take her to Grace”. That was everything that Bishop said.

Ezekiel rode you from the clubhouse to Grace's place.

Two hours later, Obispo was riding to Grace's place, with his shirt covered by blood and his knuckles reddened.

The woman stopped you before coming to the zone habilitated for people who want to kick the habit.

“Listen. She's okay, (Y/N). I helped her to take a shower and gave her clean clothes, but I need her to stay for three days”.

You just nod, crying inconsolable and anxious to see your sister. And your heart breaks into pieces when you find her lying inside a cage. Her body curled in a fetal position. The tears running through her cheek, shaking and scared. Kneeling close to the door, you tuck a hand in, trying to reach here.

“Ana…” You mumble calling her attention.

Your sister raises her face. You can notice some bruises on her bottom lip and another darker covering his right eye. She jumps to you, holding your hand with her while her cry becomes louder between apologizes.

“Shh… It's oka—It's okay… We will be okay”. You sob caressing her cheek with your other hand into the cage.

“A friend of mine will come to check her. He's a doctor”. Grace narrows your shoulder, showing you a soft smile.

You were outside sitting on a bench, smoking a cig and trying to calm yourself, when you heard some motorcycles coming closer. On the horizon, you distinguished them.

As soon as Bishop stands up from his bike, you run towards him, welcoming you into his arms. You can't help but break in tears again, tightening his grip around you with your fingers getting tangled on his shirt.

“They will not bother her anymore”. He whispers into your ear, pulling himself away some inches.

Noticing the drops of blood on his neck, you tour them with your fingertips and a disgusting sensation inside your chest.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, sweetheart. I'm okay”. Shaking his head, he cups your face onto his hands to kiss your forehead. “We will be okay”.

Even so, the guys insisted on keeping Ana in the clubhouse, after the three days in the dog kennel, to watch her out while you were working.

Bishop had a talk with her, just like your father would have had, making her see the efforts you have been doing since that tragic day.

She told you how sorry she was, how wrong, how stupid she behaved. She promised you a change. A come back to the good times.

But she also asked you to talk with Bishop about you two, about your feelings.

El Presidente is inside the Templo, alone and seeming thoughtful, immersed in some Mayans business. He doesn't notice your presence, until you close the door, raising his confused gaze watching you walking so secure towards him. Talk about feelings? You probably would end up running away before saying a single word. Narrowing his eyes, Bishop gets up from the front chair at the table, waiting for something.

Your lips crashing against his, for example. Your fingers getting tangled on the back of his head. And all the love you feel for him being shown with that simple gesture.