prompt: arguing but secretly being kind of turned on by it
with El Diablo
@nekodemon73 @kumpmk
Neither Chato nor you were people who sought out confrontation openly but whenever you were together something switched and the arguing begun. You never had the same opinion and never got tired of voicing that fact very loudly.
“You’re going the wrong way.” You yell, hurrying after him, “Chato!”
“I know where we are.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“Do you always have to disagree with me?” The annoyance was clear on his face when you catch up to him, standing in front of him to block the way.
“I didn’t have to if you weren’t always wrong.” He sighs, shaking his head in frustration, “Go where you want if you think I’m wrong I ain’t stopping you.”
You look after him, once he pushed past you, frowning as you watch him, “Come on, did I hurt your feelings now or something?”
He keeps moving without responding, so you catch up to him again, walking beside him in silence as you study his face. There wasn’t any indication to what was going on in his mind.
“Seriously are you mad?”
Stopping in his spot, he turns to you and catches your face in his hands. He brings his face close to yours before moving his lips against yours. His tongue parts your mouth, letting him slip inside to move past your own. Heart beating in your chest, you grip onto his shirt and kiss him back passionately. Your almost out of breath when he pulls back, staring at you for a moment.
“Is this really the only one way to shut you up for once?”
A/N: Hey Guys! It’s been a while. I have been SOOOOOOOO busy with schoolwork, musicals, and volunteering BUT I was finally able to find a small break in my schedule so I wanted to take my little few hour break to post something I’ve been working on for 5 billion years. Anyways, I hope you like it! Please send feedback!! I love you all so much. Xoxo- Echo
Title: Hell and Back
Pairing: Chato Santana x Reader
Request(s): @multifandomtrash-01 asked: Hi! I saw that you are doing requests, and I was wondering if you could do a fluffy El Diablo imagine? Thanks!
@nerdywhovianblogger asked: -loudly whispers from a dark corner- el diablo x reader pleeeeassse! And I find you kind and sweet listening to people venting to you :)
@quinningatlife asked: Heyy, hit me up with that diablo x reader he is 👌👌👌
Belle Reve was hell. The cell was dark and torturous, the food was crap, and the guards treated you even worse than the food tasted.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Griggs pounded on the metal door as he slid the poor excuse for food through the slot.
You sat up and rubbed your eyes from your slumber. The colorless walls greeted you for what seemed like the millionth time. Idly turning your head, you looked to Griggs who had a smirk plastered on his stupid face. You sauntered over to the door with an exhausted look on your face.
“There she is!” He exclaimed obnoxiously. You just rolled your eyes at him and he snickered. “Ooh, she’s got an attitude today, boys.” You did your best to ignore him and the others taunting you as you grabbed the tray.
You reached to grab it and Griggs grabbed your wrist pulling it through the slot quickly. You were locked in place and his foul alcohol-ridden breath settled over your face heavily but you refused to fight back.
He wanted a rise out of you and you weren’t going to give him that satisfaction.
“Hey,” he snarled provokingly. You closed your eyes submissively and tried to repress the rage growing in your chest. He got even more in your face. “You gonna do anything? Huh?”
A growl rolled in your chest. Calm down. If you give him a reason to treat you worse, he will. Griggs laughed tauntingly as the other guards egged him on. “Oh ho! Are you mad?! Did I piss you off?! Did I anger ‘The Animal’?!” He asked antagonizingly.
“Stay back,” he changed his voice to imitate yours insultingly. “I don’t want to hurt you!” He had let go of your arm and you now clutched the edges of the open slot scrambling for a sense of calm.
Calm down. Calm down. Another growl subconsciously rumbled through your body. You took deep breaths trying to calm yourself.
“Stop it,” you mumbled.
“No! Don’t come any closer!!” He hollered in laughter along with the other guards.
“Stop, please,” you pleaded weakly. You saw the metal starting to dent at your clutches.
“Please! I can hurt you! I need help!” he screeched derisively.
“I said, STOP!” you roared over their cries. You paced back and forth, quickly feeling yourself lose control. They fell silent. Your hands shook as your exterior pulsated and rolled between scales, fur, and human skin. Your eyes focused and refocused as they changed.
You stared down Griggs, daring him to challenge you. He pushed the tray into the cell letting the plate clatter to the floor and he shut the slots quickly as you charged at the door. You slammed into the steel-enforced portal loudly and painfully. He just cackled from the other side. You scratched and clawed violently at the walls, animal calls of challenge ripping their way through the stale air of the cell.
Griggs and his cronies howled in laughter again.
Belle Reve wasn't hell.
No. Hell would have been a dream compared to this place.
The next day your prison uniform was in tatters and new claw marks littered the walls. You napped sprawled out under the one luxury you had: your beloved heat lamp. It kept you warm during the nights
You were sprawled out under it when you heard guards moving around outside. A lot of guards. There was pounding on the door and you sat up bewildered and bristling.
Suddenly, the door burst open and guards poured in. As they filed in they yanked you from your spot roughly. You didn't struggle but they still handled you as if you had.
“Ow, stop that,” they grabbed your shoulders tightly. One of the guards slapped you in the face. “That's it!” You had enough of the over-handling.
You kicked the guard who slapped you in to the wall and grinned as the other guards hesitated to restrain you. You bared your teeth and growled in challenge.
That's when you noticed Griggs walking his way to your heat lamp. “Griggs, what are you-”
He unholstered his gun and pointed it at you. Obediently, you put your arms up and allowed the guards shove you into a restraint riddled wheelchair. The guards began to pin your limbs to the industrial strength chair. A muzzle was strapped on your face and you watched Griggs as he then pointed his gun at the heat lamp.
Your eyes went wide as he shot his gun at your now broken heat lamp. You screamed as you were pushed out of the cell. He had destroyed the only thing you truly cared for. The one thing you were allowed to have.
Griggs would pay. Oh boy, will he pay…
You heard his disgusting laugh as you were pushed through the halls of the prison and wheeled into a room of doctors with masks. One was holding a huge needle gun.
You growled nervously. Nobody answered you. Poking and prodding was not your thing. You were an animal but not that barbaric.
You were lost in your thoughts until the gun was placed against the part where your neck met the back of your skull and fired.
You screeched in pain and struggled against the restraints. You continued grunting and wriggling until you were brought outside into the blinding sunlight.
When you finally refocused your eyesight you saw yourself in a courtyard with a few other people in orange jumpsuits and dozens of guards. Confusion washed over you.
Your restraints were removed, including your muzzle and you tentatively climbed out of your wheelchair. Looking around at the other prisoners you saw that your orange suit was the only one torn, and so did everybody else.
“Damn,” one of the other prisoners commented. “What did that to you?” He asked, eying you up and down, taking in your tattered prison uniform. You recognized him as Deadshot.
You just smiled at him embarrassed a little. “Me.”
A brown duffel bag was thrown at you and you caught it. You watched as the others opened theirs and grabbed out their outfits and weapons.
You didn’t have an outfit. Or weapons. You were a weapon.
Nevertheless, you opened your bag and only found your most precious personal belonging: your locket. You tried to clip it around your neck but someone popped up from behind you. An action you weren’t prepared for.
You dropped your necklace suddenly. Your chain and locket became separated. The small gold box skittered across the courtyard. And stopped at the feet of another prisoner who had tattoos all over his body.
You chased after it, abandoning the chain and the person who had popped up behind you. Just as you scrambled to grab it, the man reached out for the charm. Your hands met and the unfamiliar gesture caused you to jerk your hand away.
He picked up the locket and offered it to you kindly. You looked from the locket to his face apprehensively. He was handsome. You weren't sure if it was in spite of the tattoos or because of them but he was attractive. And trustworthy. And you deemed him someone friendly.
He urged you once more to take it and you snatched it quickly from his hands before walking briskly back to where your empty bag was. You continued to look back at him as you picked your chain up off of the floor and saw who had popped up behind you.
Harley Quinn. She looked even crazier in person.
You glanced over at her suspiciously as she examined a strange piece of clothing. She must've seen you approaching because she dropped the clothing and met you in the middle. She threw her bat to the side with a loud noise and stuck her hand out. You cautiously offered yours.
“Hiya!” she cheerfully greeted as she chewed on some bubblegum. “I'm Harley. And who are you?” She smiled crazily.
“Y/n,” you responded.
“Cool name.” She grabbed the clothing she was fiddling with and handed it to you. “I found this in your bag. It was in a like super-secret pocket so I think it was only meant for you.” She giggled. “Whoops.”
You looked at the clothing she had thrown to the side. This wasn't yours. Where did this even come from? It was a cat suit but it had different animal skin patterns on it. Anaconda scales, zebra stripes, and leopard spots, amongst other animal prints, were randomly imprinted on the stretchy fabric seamlessly transitioning into the other patterns. They weren't real but they sure looked real.
“Need help with your necklace?” She piped up. You nodded as you continued to examine the cat suit. She clipped it around your neck and whispered in your ear. “Don't look now but I think you have an admirer.”
Your eyes snapped up to the courtyard and you scanned it quickly. The tattooed man from earlier snapped his eyes swiftly to the ground. But nobody was looking at you. You just shrugged and she stepped away when she had finished clipping it.
“Nice uniform, by the way.” She remarked. You looked down at it and unzipped it.
After you had put it on you realized how well it fit you. Who made this? You grabbed the black knee high boots. Wearing the outfit, you couldn't help but feel both confident and exposed at the same time. You crossed your arms over your chest attempting to cover yourself.
You approached Harley hesitantly and spoke up. “Hey, um, Harley.”
“What is it, honey,” she answered immediately. “Need help with anything?… Anyone?” She slapped the bat into her palm repeatedly in intimidation.
“Do you have a spare jacket? Or something?” you asked sheepishly. This was embarrassing. “It's fine if you don't, I was just wonder-”
“I don't but…” she turned to the courtyard with mischievous grin and yelled. “Hey!” You jumped at the sudden noise. “ANY ONE OF YOU’S ASSHOLES GOT A JACKET OR SOMETHIN’ SHE CAN BORROW!” Everybody's eyes landed on the two of you but no one spoke up. You buried your face in your palms.
“Harley,” you whispered trying to quiet her.
“Hang on.” She told you before raising her voice again. “REALLY?! NO ONE?!” She hollered.
“Harley, really it's fi-”
“I KNOW ONE OF YOU HAS A JACKET. THEY TOLD ME SO!”
“It's ok. I- Wait? ‘They’? Who's ‘they’?”
“The voices. Keep up, Y/n.”
“I've got a jacket,” the man with tattoos volunteered. Harley pushed you in his direction and you walked the rest of the way to him for the second time that day.
“Sorry about…her,” you scratched your head awkwardly as you watched him unzip the bag. “She's just…” you searched for a word.
“Different?” he offered. You grinned and nodded.
“You could say that, I guess,” you chuckled and he laughed too. His warm brown eyes met yours briefly.
He dug through his duffel bag which was much more full than yours was. “My name’s Chato, by the way,” he glanced up at you again as he continued looking for the jacket he said he had.
“Y/n.” you offered shyly.
“Y/n,” he muttered as if trying out your name. A warm feeling settled in your chest as he smiled. “Here it is.” He pulled a red letterman jacket out of his bag and tossed it to you. You slid it over yourself immediately and he watched you put it on.
It was comfortable and soft. A little oversized but that was what made his jacket so comfortable. “Thank you,” you mumbled sincerely as you struggled to roll the sleeves a bit.
“Here, let me help,” he grabbed the wrists of the jacket and began folding them back loosely with a gentle smile. His fingers brushed your arm every so often. You flinched every time, unaccustomed to his kindness. Or anyone's for that matter.
“Let's go!” The man called Flagg hollered at the rest of the group. You followed him onto the helicopter and Chato followed closely behind you.
As the helicopter lifted off of the ground a masked woman jumped up the ramp.
After a few sentences between the two she drew her katana and pointed it at you. Instinctively you hissed feeling your canines and claws grow. You smacked the blade out of your face. She sheathed it after Flagg told her that you and the others were friends.
“Sorry,” you apologized to her. “The instincts just went to autopilot.” She nodded in appreciation of the apology.
“Oi! Hey, werewolf chick,” the Aussie called. “What's your deal?”
“What?” you asked confusion clearly etched in your tone and on your face. Werewolf?
“He means,” Harley corrected boldly, “What makes you weird like us?”
You were slightly taken aback if you were being honest. Chato, who was seated next to you, studied your face.
“Are you a werewolf?” Harley asked genuinely.
“No,” you answered softly.
“Well then what do you do?”
“I guess it would be better to show you.”
“Someone hand me an object.” You ordered. A pipe was handed to you and you turned to the Aussie from earlier. “Give me an animal.”
“Uh… How about a gator?” Killer Croc snarled at the Aussie’s suggestion.
You put the pipe in your mouth and everybody looked at you curiously. Closing your eyes, you felt your jaw become stronger and your teeth lengthen significantly. With one swift bite down you had bitten the pipe in half. You spit out the piece of iron left in your mouth.
You opened your eyes and looked to the group who were suddenly startled by your eyes matching that of the reptile you had imitated. You blinked and your eyes changed back to their normal eye color.
Harley cackled and applauded. “That was amazing! Do another one.” You laughed at the praise. No one had ever thought that you were interesting, let alone your…uh… abilities.
“You wanna see something cool? Here, Chato. Hold the jacket.” You unzipped the jacket in fear of destroying it and handed it to the gaping man next to you.
Standing up, you took a breath and allowed porcupine quills to grow from your arms, back, and up your neck. You looked at your uniform which seemed to meld with the change of your exterior. The group chittered in awe. You allowed the quills to shrink back into your skin and your suit adapted accordingly.
“Cool,” you muttered to yourself as you examined the suit.
“Can you change into an animal completely?” Chato spoke up.
“I don't like to.” You answered reluctantly. The last time that happened, well… you didn't like to think about last time… You looked back at him to gauge his reaction. He didn't seem to be freaked out at all. He seemed intrigued. Impressed, even. His warm dark eyes looked at yours curiously.
“What animals can you change into?” Deadshot asked.
“If it exists I can do it,” you responded informatively.
“Even birds?” Chato asked quietly. You turned to look at him and his kind eyes still hadn't left you.
“Even birds,” you answered back with a small smile that he mimicked. To emphasize your answer, you whistled happy bird noises and he chuckled. The bird noises meddled into giggles as the group laughed with you.
The whole scene filled you with an unfamiliar feeling that you hadn't known for a long time.
Until the cabin shook and the engines groaned. The group fastened their seat belts quickly and you hastened to get back to your seat but the copter pitched to the side, throwing you with it.
You landed on Chato and you clutched at him helplessly as you floated weightless. He pulled you to his chest and you curled around him as he wrapped his arms around you.
You don't remember entirely what happened during the chaos after you latched onto Chato. But when you finally came back to reality you felt your claws embedded into the interior walls of the now-still plane with your eyes clenched shut.
Your skin shifted uncomfortably as it usually did when you were unsettled and your breathing was rampant and heavy. You could feel yourself shaking from the overstimulation. Blood roared in your ears and you swallowed thickly in an attempt to cure your dry throat. You almost forgot about the chest you were pressed against and the pair of arms securing you to your spot.
“Y/n. We've landed,” He whispered as he peered at you, your eyes still closed tightly.
“Y/n,” he asked, concern laced in his voice. “Are you ok?”
You took a few deep breaths before trying to speak again but you nodded, unable to speak after the stress of the landing. You couldn't seem to move.
“Cariña, are you alright,” He lifted your chin up and you opened your eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed and his tattooed face had concern written all over it. Once again, you were taken aback by his gentleness, something a human hadn't shown you in a long time if not ever. Your eyes focused and refocused less, a sign that you were beginning to calm down. He tucked a stray piece of hair away from your face with an encouraging look.
“Mmhmm,” you answered a little less on edge. His warm eyes smiled at you and something fluttered in your stomach. What the hell was that… What did Grigg’s give me to eat?
“I just need a moment to regroup,” you offered with a raspy voice. He nodded understandingly.
You retracted your claws from the walls of the plane and Chato watched you as you uncurled yourself from his lap. He supported you as you stood up and he followed closely to make sure you were ok. He slung the jacket over your shoulders and you felt… safe… and secure?
You took in the scent of his jacket finally. Hints of cologne. Coffee? And smoke, not cigar smoke though. This was different. You couldn't quite put your finger on it but it was oddly comforting.
You both exited the plane as best as you could and walked in silence toward the back of the group.
“Thank you,” you spoke up quietly.
“Hmm,” he questioned as if unsure of what he had heard.
“Thank you,” you spoke again, a little louder and a little more confident.
“For what?”
“For showing kindness,” you offered back sincerely.
“I did what any decent human being would have done,” he commented almost defensively.
“I haven't had the pleasure of meeting very many then,” you confessed. He was stunned into silence and you continued to walk at the same pace as he mulled over what you had just said.
“What kind of hell have you been through,” he inquired genuinely, examining you for what seemed like the millionth time. You didn't mind though. The fact that he examined you as a human rather than some lab rat was enough to make your stomach flutter weirdly again. Am I getting sick?
You were about to answer when chaos erupted. One of the other prisoners, Slipknot, attempted to escape. After a quick succession of events that resulted in Slipknot’s bomb exploding, there was a heavy quiet that settled over the group.
The quiet was quickly dispersed by the group stopping.
The leaders of the group stopped ahead and you caught a glimpse of what looked like humans. Then you saw their faces… Or where they were supposed to be… if they had any. You backed up into Chato taken aback just as much as the rest of the group.
Shots were fired and the group jumped into battle. So much for calming down.
Chato leaned against the wall, not phased by the piercing cold air and dull skies, his eyes stared up into the clouds as thoughts continuously entered his mind. He wanted a break from the criminal life, he wanted to be normal for once, to be loved and respected from the heart and not by intimidation. He wasn’t getting any younger, he wanted a family, someone he could come home to and assure him everything is okay.
He couldn’t keep lying to himself, he missed her, Y/N. He missed the late night conversations, he missed the secret meet ups, the way her hand would perfectly fit into his, her soft angelic voice, he missed seeing the way her eyes would lighten up when she saw him. She put him at ease, she made him feel loved.
He took a deep breath as he unlocked his phone, clicking on Y/N. He was nervous, worried that she would just ignore it, he was anxious. He paused for a couple of minutes deciding if it was really worth the heartbreak, he wasn’t sure but oh how he missed her, his angel Y/N.
Y/N P.O.V
I laid in my dimly lit room, thoughts rushing through my mind. My heart ached with pain, I couldn’t keep burying the fact I missed him, chato santana. I missed his warm embrace, his assuring smile, the conversations, the meet ups, the way his eyes would light up when I came around.
There was no more of that, eventually we drifted, parted ways to never hear or see each other again. It broke me into millions of pieces, unlocking my phone a picture of us appeared behind the apps, causing a sad smile to form on my face making my heart ache even more. I clicked onto his name, ready to type a message but I paused, was it really worth the potential rejection? A sigh escaped my lips as I sat in silence.
Third Person P.O.V
Finally coming to a conclusion, they both pushed away their feelings and began to type to one another, the fingers slightly shaking from the nerves
“Hey..how are you?”
Their eyes scanned over the message contemplating if they should hit send, eventually the feeling of nervousness took over, causing them both to delete the message, locking their phones and sighing in defeat.
El Diablo's s/o having a candle light bath then the candles go a lil crazy and boom diablo is in the room and is saying things like "why wasn't I invited?" And other stuff with some Spanish in it and then he joins. Let's just say the bath didn't get cold that night.
El Diablo's s/o will probably try to learn Spanish if they don't already know so they can understand when he speaks in Spanish. Bonus points when the s/o think he is talking trash when really he is complementing them and saying how they deserve more. More bonus points when they try to speak it but mess up a word and say something else and diablo bursts out laughing
I’m dying I love all of these headcanons I love him
Imagine El Diablo have an s/o who likes to draw and they love to draw his face because of his tattoos and he even has one of there drawings as a tattoo (not very exciting headcanon)
