before I disclose my favorite Pedro Pascal character-related fan fiction here, a few caveats and disclosed biases: I’m a woman of a certain age. I was your average English lit major. I’m the dork who - upon listening to Jewel’s debut album and hearing the lyric “you can be Henry Miller and I’ll be Anais Nin” in the mid 1990s - legit hauled my ass to the local public library and looked up Anais Nin - using the Dewey Decimal system - to read her elevated smut. Right now I’m a content but exhausted, ragey American woman in a mid-life crisis. I hate bullshit, I have an ok attention span, I scroll/read after the family’s gone to bed.
if you look at my semi-neglected Tumblr page, you’ll see I’m relatively new to the Pedro fandom. What a privilege to dive into really superb writing. This is clearly not an exhaustive list and reflects my tastes (and to each her/his/their own)! But if you’re an exhausted parent in a mid-life crisis and have no time, this may be for you!
in no particular order...
@fuckyeahdindjarin - masterlist - Cee describes herself as a writer who pens romantic comedies - and she does a stellar job with them - but she sells herself short and fails to mention the sex scenes she writes are hot. especially love the consent series (dieter bravo), the grays 2-part series (frankie morales), and of course, the ongoing joel miller/pin series. a delightful mix of angst, sweetness, spice. and a thoughtful writer with an inclusive mindset.
@absurdthirst - masterlist - if you told me Keri has a few stories published in several “best of erotica” anthologies, I’d believe you. good smut is fucking hard to write. this is great smut. this is smut you read and then take a cold shower afterwards or do whatever it is you like to do to get yourself off. it’s smut that even as a non-smoker and knowing all the terrible health risks you may think goddamn I need a cigarette. I'm partial to a few Javier Pena and Agent Whiskey pieces, but you’d be satisfied reading any of her stories.
@something-tofightfor - masterlist - Rachael should give a master class on how to write the best slow burn. Her Joel Miller stories stand out for several reasons including - 1) she thoughtfully incorporates elements of the original canon/game into her fanfic which is uncommon in the PP fandom (from what I’ve seen/read at least), 2) every Joel story/chapter is compelling and well imagined. Her current series on Tim Rockford has me on the edge of my seat and I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment. And judging from the titles of her stories, we have similar music tastes (ha!).
@disgruntledspacedad - this writer hasn’t updated in several months, but their Javier Pena multi-chapter fic (and folks, there are MANY out there) called Better Love is the one that kept me going and going and wanting to read more (see mention of short attention span in a tired mama above). being in the healthcare field, I also arch my eyebrows out of curiosity when someone weaves medical stuff into their writing and wonder what line of work they do. (yes I'm a terribly biased nerd, I’m a sucker for when someone puts a f!physician reader into their PP-character related drabble).
@jomiddlemarch - she is a great friend and a gifted, amazing writer who always makes me wonder “how does she do this and how does she do this so well and so quickly while the rest of us plebes are just getting through our day.” she writes for MULTIPLE fandoms (and judging from the notes on her posts, I think her readership is more into those than Pedro and the Last of Us but it’s ok!), and started writing Joel Miller and an OFC (she created!) named Grace Yang (NOT ME - but maybe there’s a chance she created this OFC to shut me up since I’ve been rambling on and on about how besotted I am with Pedro 😂). If you’re into OFCs, read her stuff. Check out the (ongoing) entire series on her AO3 here. Here’s one story that you can find on her Tumblr. Two of the five stories are Ted Lasso crossovers - all her stories are written so richly and so layered - she’s the star in your writing workshop who’s showing and not telling - I’m still thinking about how there’s so much to unpack in the latest one. :)
Hey friend! @disgruntledspacedad here. Saw you were looking for some prompts, and I’ve been in a Frankie sort of mood. How about an epic splash war in the pool? Bonus points if there’s a steamy kiss at the end. 😘👀
Lovely to meet you, btw. ❤️
Hullo glikaki mou! Pleasure to meet you too!
Absolutely love Needy, the pining is pure perfection.
Thank you so much for sending this through. Had an absolute blast writing this prompt!
Kudos to @lorecraft for her Santi works - Issues and Can't Take My Eyes Off of You
Couldn't help but tie this fic to that AU.
As always, would love to hear your feedback and feel free to send forth any corrections!
This is a massive fluff/slice of life piece that gets a little spicy at the end. Tried to make this as blank slate as possible.
Echoes of You
Summary: A slice of domestic bliss leaves Echo longing for our favourite soft boy.
Warnings: Language, Pregnancy, Inferred reference to past infertility, reference to divorce. Spicy messing about in the pool. Most likely M, please no minors (18+).
Length: 2.5ish k
The summer sun is hangs low in the sky.
In of spite this, it’s absolutely sweltering.
You swear that you’ve all but melted into the puddle on the veranda. The cool glass of your beer held against your temple in a desperate attempt to find some respite from the heat.
Yet it does nothing to abate the humidity, thick and heavy, clawing at your skin.
Whose brilliant idea was it to hold a barbeque right in the height of summer anyway?
Oh, that’s right.
That would be you. You’re the idiot. It was your stroke of genius to instigate annual Delta crew cookout at Santi’s new abode.
Claimed it was only fair as The Millers and yourself were holed up in apartments while Fish was out in the sticks.
Not that Santiago minded, you were practically family anyway.
Ever since basic, Pope was the closest thing to a big brother that you had. Both of you had stuck through training together, scouting skills pretty much on par. ‘Cept Santi was a little more trigger happy. You were far more methodical in your approach.
Or as he liked to call it, anal retentive.
Despite that, the crew had christened you Echo, because you were always the first to follow Pope's lead. There was no one else who you trusted with your life more.
Well, almost no one else.
Over the years, the seven of you had forged a friendship in the heat of combat. To this day the bonds remained as strong as ever.
Not in a million years would you have imagined that one Santiago ‘Can sleep through the middle of a fucking warzone’ Garcia would have found marital bliss smack bang in the middle of suburbia. Two story, five-bedroom Duplex complete with a manicured lawn, impressive backyard and pristine, glass fenced in ground pool.
Good to know Lorea’s money went to good use.
What was equally astounding was the fact that Pope could now be found in said backyard with a ridiculously cheesy “kiss the chef” apron trying to start the BBQ while wrangling a tyke.
His tyke.
Who was currently running rings around his father.
The kid is the spitting image of Santi. Complete with wild locks and trademark devil may care grin. And all the mischief of his mother. No wonder the guy has more salt than pepper in those curls these days.
‘Suppose it’s payback for all the reckless shit that he’s pulled out in the field over the years.
“¡Fu-Marcus, no toques eso! It’s hot! See? Ouch!” Santiago snatches out, reflexes still lightening quick, stopping the kid from touching the gas cylinder.
Big, brown eyes begin to well. A wail shortly follows.
“I’m sorry mijo but you gotta go inside, Dad’s trying to cook dinner. Ve con tu Madre.“ , Santi grouses, trying to wrestle the now tantruming toddler inside while keeping an eye on the grill at the same time. In all the years you’ve known Pope, you’ve never seen him this exasperated.
Hard to imagine that 4 years ago things went to hell in Colombia.
” Lucky, hermosa! Can you please come and grab your son before I set my damn beard on fire?!”.
A voice bellows dramatically from the kitchen, “Oh no Pope, not the beard! What am I going to hang on to for dear life now?!”
You try to smother a snort while taking a pull from your beer. You fail.
God love that woman. Lucky was the only one nuts enough to put up with Santi’s moody ass. Her explosive energy had managed to break through that thick skull. That and her endless patience. Or was it sheer stubbornness? Whatever it was, the pair of them were just as crazy as and for one another. And ever since the brawl in Botoga, they weren’t exactly quiet about their affection.
Poor neighbours ain’t gonna know what hit ‘em now the Garcia’s were in town.
“Christ, Luck, yell it out for the whole street to hear, why don’t you?”, he hollers back, unable to completely suppress the grin creeping across his face.
“Kinda got my hands full in here guapo. Echo, can you bring me my little hurricane and give us a hand?”, she calls out from the kitchen bay window.
“On it, Luck!” you groan out, skin peeling from the warm plastic as you heft yourself up.
In three strides you reach your de-facto nephew. Swooping your hands around Marcus’ tiny torso, you heft the kid up high and set him on your shoulders.
He shrieks and squeals in glee, small hands clutching fistfuls of hair, trying to find purchase. Damn the tyke has a strong grip. You wince while Pope barks out a laugh.
“Know what that is, Echo? K-A-R-M-A. Karma.”, he smiles wryly, waving the spatula at the pair of you.
Hitching Marcus securely on your shoulders, you stick your tongue out and very maturely blow a raspberry. Marcus follows suit.
“Come on Marky, there an ice block in fridge with your name on it”, you chime tapping the toddler’s nose, the Garcia’s bundle of mayhem now perched on your hip. Santi shakes his head and chuckles
“Thanks Echo.”, he states warmly, pulling you into a one-armed hug before turning his attention back to the barbeque.
Stepping through the glass sliding door, a sigh of relief escapes you, practically moaning at the blessedly cool A/C. There’s another sight that you’d wouldn’t have thought possible. Lucky, barefoot and 6 months along, in the midst of a massive kitchen. Complete with black marble countertops and island bench.
“Almost better than sex, hey Ek?”, she shoots her trademark smirk.
You scoff as you begin to rummage through the freezer, “Wouldn’t know Luck. Last time I got laid was… shit, I can’t even remember. We all can’t be as fortunate as you.”, gesturing to her condition.
She throws her head back and cackles, roughly chopping ,“Well, there’s a certain someone coming tonight that I’m sure would gladly remedy that… situation.” Voice dropping an octave.
“As if El! After everything he’s been through with the divorce and custody for Bella, that’s gotta be the last thing on his mind right now. Doesn’t need this mess on top of all that.” You shoot back, hand blindly grasping for the promised treat.
While Santi may be as good as your brother, Lucky was your partner in crime. The two of you rose hell while on tour. Not a soul was safe from your antics. Got you both into trouble more times than you could count on both your fingers and toes.
Late nights on the Registan. Sand whipped and half frozen. Drunkenly confiding in one another your hopes, dreams, and deepest desires. Both pining after men who you couldn’t have. Something the pair of you swore to take to your graves. War left little room for romance.
Just like Lucky to have the actual balls to act on her feelings, though.
Rolling her eyes, Lucky just clucks her tongue, stepping away from the kitchen counter. Hands now braced on her lower back she huffs., “It’s been over two years ago, Echo, cut the bullshit.”
Refusing to meet her eyes, you peel the wax paper open. A devious grin spreads across your face while handing Marcus the ice block. Bright red, sticky gloss smears across his chubby cheeks.
Good luck trying to get the kid down tonight.
“So, when’s the rest of the crew going to get here? I’m starving!”, you groan, stomach growling in agreement.
Right on cue, the doorbell chimes, Lucky waggles her eyebrows, “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” She holds out her arms, making a grabbing motion towards Marcus,” Swap ya? Mind taking over kitchen duty while I greet the rabble with this one?”
Palming the tyke off to his mother you can’t help but smile at the pure domesticity of it all. Well earned after decades of violence and adrenaline. Pulling at your heartstrings a small, selfish part of you yearns for the same.
It’s bittersweet.
Lost in your own thoughts, you’re caught unawares, encased in a bone crushing bear hug. You yelp as you’re lifted you off the ground, dropping the colander full of pasta in the sink.
“Ekkie! Long-time no see!”. Benny cries out.
“Yield, I yield!”, you squeak attempting to wriggle from his iron grip.
“Jesus, Benny, put Echo down! You saw her last Tuesday night, moron.”, the taller blond chuckles, yanking his younger sibling off you before bringing you in for a gentler hug.
There he is.
Francisco Morales. Catfish. Frankie.
While life may not have been kind to him over the past couple of years, it certainly didn’t show. The man looked healthier than ever. Silver streaks through the patchwork scruff of his beard. Mussed brown locks covered by that trademark cap.
And the sweetest fucking smile.
“What? No love for me, Echo?” Frankie playfully quips, arms folded across the broad expanse of his chest.
Those warm, mocha eyes that never fail to leave you breathless. You could get lost in them for hours. Tonight, there’s an unusual intensity behind them that shoots right down to your very core.
God, even after all these years he still made you weak at the knees.
Smiling softly, you playfully shove his side before embracing him for slightly long than necessary. As his strong arms wrap around you, tightening for just a fraction of a second. Cedar, bay rum and leather. It takes all your will power not to bury your nose in the crook of his neck and trace your lips up the column of his throat.
“No Bella?” , you ask.
“Nah, she with Nance tonight. It’s her cousin’s wedding and Isabelle is on flower girl duty.”, chest practically puffing with pride as he pulls away.
There it is, that thousand megawatt smile never fails to make you melt.
Santi hollers from the veranda, “Chow’s ready, lets go!”
All of you groan in unison. You can take the man out of the army, but you can’t take the army out of the man.
The four of you move with military precision, falling into the familiar ritual. Will’s got the glassware, Benny has the drinks while Frankie and yourself cart the fare to the table.
Dinner is an easy affair. Conversation flows easily. Benny providing a blow-by-blow commentary of his last bout for the four hundredth time, despite that all parties at the table were present. Lucky laments the sheer highway robbery of current HOA rates. Santi is absolutely besotted by his son, proudly flicking through his camera album.
Silent as usual, Will happy just to sit and bask in the atmosphere.
Catching up after what feels like an age you’re practically glued to Frankie’s side. He’s settled in his new digs and started at a mechanics not 5 clicks away from home. The place is a fixer upper, given him plenty to do on his off weeks. Isabella is thriving at school and he finally managed to get his licence back.
The two of you are so wound up in conversation, that you miss the knowing look the rest of the group share and Benny’s shit-eating grin.
By 7 pm, Marcus starts to grizzle, poor little guy fighting hard to stay awake and remain with the excitement.
“Come on mijo, lets get you to bed.”, Lucky coos, gently cradling the toddler in her arms, humming softly to soothe the babe. It’s plain to see how smitten Pope is in that moment.
Pure adoration written plain as day across his face.
Rightfully so, neither one of them ever expected to have one kid, let alone another on the way. It’s the least that they're owes them after everything life has thrown their way.
With Marcus soundly asleep, the party continues on.
Beers and baby monitors poolside.
Lucky abstains, choosing to dip her feet in the water, muttering something about being a beached whale with Pope copping a face full of water after proclaiming “But, honey, you’re my beached whale.”
Yawning almost obnoxiously loudly, she remarks loudly at how late it is. Lucky shoots you a glance. Now’s your chance, don’t fuck it up. It takes Pope a minute to cotton on before he follows suit.
Will retires shortly after, dragging Benny behind him grumbling about having to be up first thing for to prep for his next bout.
It’s near midnight and the two of you remain, sat under the stars, legs dangling in the tepid water.
Frankie has definitely filled out since sobriety. The man looks healthy. Not that you have been sneaking glances at him at every opportunity.
Tales soon turn to the hijinks from glory days gone by, both of you swapping combat training horror stories from your time in basic.
“- He just wouldn’t shut up about how all he wanted was for you to crush him between your thighs. Seriously, the guy was obsessed. Went on about it for a whole week before Pope threatened to neuter him. Can’t say I blame the guy, though. Would have been exactly the same if I were in his position.”.
“Francisco Morales!” you clutch at your chest in mock indignation, “How dare?!”
“What?! It’s true! Fuck, after that display how could I not?”, he exclaims hands raised defensively, lips loosened after a handful of beers.
Biting your lip, you tuck your head against his chest in embarrassment, your face blazing.
“Haven’t upset your delicate sensibilities, have I Echo?”, his voice drops and octave, laugh sinfully wicked.
Emboldened by the recent revelation, you raise your head and lean in. His breath hitches in his throat, brown eyes almost blown black. Licking your lips, you’re now almost so close you can almost feel his soft whiskers brush against your face.
With a giant shove, you launch him into the pool with a resounding splash. Frankie flounders before re-emerging from beneath the water, sputtering. Absolutely bewildered.
Eyes glinting with mischief, you dissolve into a fit of giggles.
“Oh, you’ve gone and done it now, cariño!” He growls, launching himself towards you. In one swift motion, you’re hauled back into the pool with a yelp. It’s your turn to flail ungracefully.
The two of you playfully tussle, water splashing everywhere as you battle for supremacy. Frankie is not above playing dirty. Bastard knows what spots to tickle to dissolve you into a writhing mess. Managing to wriggle free, you dive underneath the water, kicking off to the other edge of the pool.
Those warm brown eyes are now molten with desire. Positively predatory as he stalks towards you in great strides.
Heart thundering in your chest, you’re frozen on the spot. Heat coils in your belly.
Slotting between your legs, his thick arms caging you. Eyes fluttering shut, a small whimper escapes your lips.
“Echo.”, Frankie rasps, capturing your lips softly. Over a decade’s worth of yearning poured into that single kiss. Filled with such reverence and longing, as if you would dissolve right before his very eyes if he were to dare to even breathe. You gasp against him, trailing your hands up the plains of his chest running your tongue along the seam of his mouth.
And with that the dam breaks. Broad hands snake their way across your body, one curling at your hip with the other buried in the base of your hair. Frankie practically devours you, teeth nipping at your kiss swollen lips.
Fuck, why didn’t he do this years ago?
Panting, the pair of you come up for air. Resting his forehead against yours, Frankie whispers sweet praises.
“Hey Frankie?”, you murmur against his lips, his moustache tickling your
“Mmm, hermosa?”, he hums, resonating deep in his chest.
“Been years since I’ve sparred, but I think I still remember the technique. Wanna help me out?”
I don’t usually do fic recs because I know everyone’s tastes are different but I have a few that MUST be shared.
1. @disgruntledspacedad Better Love It’s based on the character Javier Pena from the Narcos series and her OFC Ears. It’s hot and sexy and with the action and adventure keeps you on the edge of your seat. Now, the link above will take you to her Masterlist for this series. There’s quite a bit to read. If I try to describe it I won’t be able to do it justice. Trust me, go read it. No, I mean go read it Now! It’s Awesome!
2. @lokilickedme The Department This is a cop au with many characters based on Tom Hiddleston, Zoe Saldana, Chris Evans, Hozier and many more. So far we’re at chapter 58 but, according to her, we’re getting close to the end. It’s based in a town called Weemeetwa, MN and has to do with the mob, crooked cops, Hozier’s char being a horndog. It’s addicting and also very Awesome!
3. @nuggsmum Applewine Valley This is a Syverson (Henry Cavil) fic that is so cute. I think a lot of us can relate to Izzy, the OFC in this story. She’s been screwed over, figuratively and literally, by a man and she moves to a small town to try to get on with her life. It’s got some parts that are funny. So far it’s just really sweet and lovable. Give it a try.
4. @nuggsmum is on here twice. My second suggestion of hers is Unexpected . This one is great for many reasons. Cassie, the OFC, is a fluffy lady. There aren’t many out there for us fluffy ladies. The Henry character in this one is August Walker. He goes from evil badass to loving badass! This one is also completed so you can binge this if you have the time. I Loved every minute I read it.
5. @just-the-hiddles Accidentally Married She writes an amazing Hiddles!! She’s got several stories up but this is her latest. It is RPF and Tom, to get out of a bad publicity cycle, does a type of fake marriage. They’re really married on paper but it’s only on the surface. Things don’t stay that way for long. It’s so cute. Check it out, please!!
6. @just-the-hiddles Another one with a second entry! Follow My Lead This story dips into the BDSM content and puts the man, Tom, as a sub. The OFC, Vivian is the Mistress, and also a lawyer. It’s fantastic and does a really good job representing that lifestyle. It’s a Great read, also completed so great for binging.
Ok, so these are the recs I have so far. I hope you enjoy them all!! To all the writers, I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! Thank you so much for helping keep my mind occupied and helping to lessen my anxiety and depression.
@disgruntledspacedad here. I just wanted you to know that cyclist!din is giving me so much serotonin right now. Thank you so much for that. You are a gem! ❤️❤️
JAY! I love your Cyclist!Din hc's with all my heart! I lost it with how accurate they are
And another fic rec for you! G.O.M.E.R. by @disgruntledspacedad is a Frankie Morales x female ER physician meet-cute. So lovely!
Fic Rec Love:
G.O.M.E.R. by @disgruntledspacedad (Frankie x ER physician meet-cute)
[ Last Chance to send a fic rec & spread the love for my 1,111 followers celebration!! ]
Oooh! Now this one I know and adore!! Everything Jay writes is amazing, and this poor beleaguered Frankie has a special place in my heart. I love that he wins one in the physician!reader's heart as well. Thanks for sending it in!! 💕
🧡twp
[Edited to Add: all recs now compiled on the Fic Rec Love List!]
Also, let me just say that while I am waaaaaay behind on If I Fall, I have been watching each new chapter go up with glee, because I know that one of these days I’m finally going to have some free time, and then I’ll get to sit down (with an entire box of tissues and a stuffed animal to cling to) and let you completely emotionally destroy me. 😌💕
Hey, sweet friend! Can you please add @disgruntledspacedad to your general tag list? I’m making my way through PNR and I am blown the fuck away by your talent. You are such a gift!
Hi lovely!!! I hope you’re having a great Friday!
And… I absolutely can and will and oh my gosh I’m so flattered. THANK YOU from the bottom of my stupid heart for the incredibly kind things you said. I’m so damn happy to hear that you’re enjoying PoNR. Thank you so much for reading 🌾🌸
Monica! This is just a quick reminder that I think you’re fucking incredible. A+ human being that I am stoked to know, five star review, highly recommended.
Okay, carry on! 😘
WHAT DID I DO FOR THIS SEROTONIN THANK YOU SO MUCH!
I’m like sitting staring at the WALL right now?? YOU are an amazing person I’m so happy to know, so grateful for you, sending you these good vibes back because you are ALSO a top tier person!
