#yelena morales

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Far Cry 6 Photo Mode: Story

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the women of far cry 6 have me in a fucking chokehold.

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Hello!! i saw that requests were open!! i was wondering if you could do a modern au (or yara without anton) where everyone gets to live peacefully! i hope its not too much to ask for clara, juan, yelena and camila (or any characters of your choice)

i love youre writing so much! thank you for writing this in advance <3

FC6 — Modern AU!

okayy so i had major writers block, then i read this sad ass poem and got inspired as hell. these are a lot longer than expected but i hope you like them!! they feel more like a short fic than HC's but im hoping that's okay and that it still feels in character cause idk and with a new addition of zenia i don't feel confident in these at all lmao pls enjoy !!

Clara García

Clara lives along the affluent east side of Barrial in Valle de Oro. Her home isn’t over the top, in fact she downsized after she refused to conform to the snobbery of her parents but it still held a beautiful ocean view and a large living space.

There was lots of spots to enjoy the view (in fact almost every room in the two story Villa had access to it) but nothing beat the top floor balcony which never failed to make her feel at ease. It was like the sea breeze could just lift her up and carry her away from all the burden of family and responsibility.

Her library is the favourite part of her house. It’s small compared to what she’s known in her childhood home but it holds all the tales, poems and histories which she fell in love with. Clara will spend hours resting on an armchair or couch, reading idly before she eventually falls asleep.

Fresh from university, Clara intends to use her education and her power to enter politics. Whilst this peaceful Yara is free and happy, it’s far from perfect and so she dedicates her life to demanding better for Yara’s poor and disadvantaged.

Clara, with your help of course owns a charity for Orphans of Yara (something her family weren’t too happy about). Despite her not having the same experience, the people she considers family— Dani, Juan, Lita, Julio and yourself have all struggled and so the two of you regularly go to visit the children with gifts and homemade foods.

Sometimes, Clara does need a break from time to time and you’ll gently sit her on the couch with her back to your chest. The two of you will just soak up each others warmth as you read her favourite poems to her, leaning down for kisses during the verses.

Juan Cortez

Juan may live in a peaceful Yara, but that’s not gonna change his lifestyle much. His workshop and home is the abandoned San Telmo Lighthouse in El Este where it is very much still a mess.

The hazardous weapons, technology, chemicals and god knows what else are mostly contained to the workshop section of his home (but let’s be clear he practically lives there) whilst the old lighthouse has been restored to a level that’s liveable.

Surprisingly, the kitchen has a rather flashy edge to it. Not in the sense anything is new but his own upgrades and trinkets means the appliances have a fancy grade quality to them. Juan will never admit it but you’ve seen him countless of times dancing around the kitchen with music whilst he either makes dinner or dishes for Guapo.

His job is somewhat ambiguous… on paper he’s a ‘weapons expert’ but for who— well that depends on how much. But those bigger higher paid jobs from governments don’t come often so he’ll take smaller jobs like repairing hunting rifles from the neighbouring farms and tinkering with the odd car that needs repairs.

His favourite thing to do is spend quality time with the two people he loves most, that being you and Guapo. Sometimes you’ll go for walks along the beach, or even fishing out on a boat (even though he’s too impatient to catch anything and Guapo eats the bait before it hits the water). But as long as he’s with you, he’s the happiest man alive.

Juan has a tendency to get lost in his work, unintentionally losing track of time whilst he drills, welds and tinkers with scraps of metal and industrial composites. That just means you have to drag him off to bed so the two of you can spoon up and he can snore in your ear like the loveable old man he is.

Camila ‘Espada’ Montero

Camila’s home is a version of what her father envisioned only much smaller. Her snug farm tucked away in the mountains of Madrugada has the best sunsets and fields for the few horses she owns.

The house itself is quite small, giving room to the grazing paddocks she has strewn around the property but it doesn’t feel small inside. The open living room is perfect for snuggling in front of the fire on a cold night, where you can just enjoy the peacefulness of nature.

Her favourite part of the house has to be the backyard and porch area. Camila can either sit there with her morning coffee alone or she can set up fairy lights and a table to invite her large family over for dinner.

Espada has a whole rang of community based jobs which she manages all at once. On weekends she’s down at the farmers market selling her own collection fruits and vegetables whilst buying some for herself. Other times she’s training, helping people both with horse riding and her skills with her sword.

Of course, you’re with her every step of the way. Some of your mundane domestic activities together end up being your favourites. Both of you have to check the fences each morning whilst walking the dogs— with your hand in hers and the crisp frost blowing from your mouth, it feels like a real life dream.

You love the life you’ve built together on her farm and even though you enjoy the hard work of farm way of life (you had to in order for Carlos’ blessing) but sometimes you just love collapsing into a hot bath together. Your limbs are tangled and steam floats off you but its so different to the sweaty labor of working with horses.

Bembé Alvarez

Bembé lives in a surprisingly cozy apartment above his local business in Segunda. It’s mostly unliveable space but with a little bit of hard work (and money) he transforms it into a pretty welcoming home.

His shop is on the flashier end, turning Yara’s old furniture, ornaments and antiques into newly restored luxury items which fetch a high price. He loves arranging his store, finding spots for new art works and sculptures amongst the array of coffee tables and armchairs.

It’s a stark contrast to the warm bedroom and living space he calls home. Bembé’s bed catches the light in the morning and it softens some of the exposed concrete walls which he’s decorated with house plants and some artwork he kept for himself instead of selling.

Obviously his job as a small business owner is pretty similar to the Black Market King only he’s not smuggling anything and instead buying, restoring and selling his goods. He still deals with all the worldwide customers as well as a few locals which always keeps him busy.

When he does take time away from work, he loves spending it with you. Bembé often takes you out to drinks or a nice dinner if the evening calls. Sometimes its eating delicious street food from local restaurants and others its a fancy night out in Esperanza.

Of course, you can’t always find the time between work schedules but your favourite time together is curled up in his bed late at night. Both of you snuggling as you watch the town’s skyline out the large wall length window.

Yelena Morales

Yelena lives in a cramped, highly overpriced apartment in Esperanza but she totally justifies it to you and everyone else that it’s convenient to get to university by walking.

Her home is definitely in need of some TLC as most apartments are but she’s covered all the chipping paint and rotten panelling with house plants, artworks and her favourite pieces of clutter which make it feel like home.

It’s a tight squeeze with a barely passable kitchen and even smaller bedroom but her pops of colour make the rooms feel much larger than it is, and it’s perfect for curling up on her bed to watch movies or study.

As a student of Espinoza University she’s pretty much living the university life of cheap foods and stacks of textbooks but she’s incredibly smart. Yelena is heavily involved with all the University unions, clubs, protests and activism groups— not to mention she writes for the campus paper about issues she’s passionate about.

Young, and in desperate need of some fun the two of you try to get out as much as possible whether that’s lunch with friends or partying with Yara’s nightlife. But whatever you do, it’s always done together, with your arms linked and fingers intertwined.

Sometimes when you’re both feeling adventurous you sneak out onto the rooftops of the university. Resting against the ventilation system, the two of you watch the city skyline as Yelena tucks her head into your neck and the two of you just cuddle for hours into the night.

Zenia Zayas

Zenia absolutely adores her hometown of Esperanza, and after moving out of her father’s home she bought herself a large and modern industrial, studio apartment.

There’s almost a full one-eighty degree view of Esperanza and the water, along with multiple large windows which are perfect for natural light and inspiration (although not great for sleeping in when the sun comes blaring through the bedroom).

Her favourite room has to be the corner designated to her work as an artist. It’s littered with canvases against the windows and paint of the walls from broken spray paint canisters. She can be in her element for hours in her space and it never ceases to make her feel inspired and at home.

Obviously, Zenia’s occupation is an artist but it ranges from form to form. She loves her signature spray paint and street style, using her platform to promote freedom of expression to Yara but she also loves to sculpt just like her father had. 

It’s not often but the two of you will get dressed up in fancy attire to premier her artwork at the galleries across Yara. It’s always those moments when you’re most proud of her, and you make sure she knows it with a string of kisses and hugs whilst journalists take her photo and critics applaud her work.

But your favourite moments (and Zenia’s as well after she confessed you’re her biggest source of inspiration) are when the two of you are wrapped up in bed together. Her large mattress is encased in the yellow glow of the sunset, leaving you beaming as you kiss and just hold each other in an embrace.

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For how much I love them I’m suprised this is my first time drawing the la moral girls,,,,,, I love them your honnor

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| gender neutral reader unless stated | NSFW marked with * |

characters included [alphabetical order] : BEMBÉ, CAMILA, CARLOS, CLARA, DANI, EL TIGRE, JONRÓN, JUAN, LOLA, MARÍA, PAOLO, PAZ, PHILLY, TALÍA, YELENA, YUMI & ZENIA

HOW THEY CUDDLE - Camila, Dani & Juan

LEAVING THE FND FOR YOUR S/O - Bembé, Camila, Dani, Juan & Philly

WHAT THEY ARE LIKE IN BED * - Dani, Clara, Juan, Paz & Philly

INJURED S/O - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Dani, Juan, Paz, Philly & Yelena

HOW YOU SPEND TIME OFF TOGETHER - Camila, Clara, Dani, Juan, Paz & Philly

S/O TAKING CARE OF YOU AFTER BEING TORTURED BY FND - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Juan & Philly

COMFORTING YOU - Bembé & Philly

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS - INCOMPLETE

| PART ONE |

KISSING THEIR S/O’S HAND - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Dani & Juan

COMFORT WITH A COLD/FLU - Bembé Camila, Clara, Dani, Juan & María

FLIRTING WITH AN OBLIVIOUS READER - Clara, Dani & Juan

ANGST SERIES - COMPLETE 

| PART ONE | PART TWO |

FOUND FAMILY - EL TIGRE & READER [PLATONIC HC’S]

JOINING THE GUERRILLAS - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Dani & Juan

MODERN AU - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Juan, Yelena & Zenia

FLUFF + POLY HC’S - Talía x Reader X Paolo

CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY - Camila, Clara, Dani, Juan & Philly

CATCHING FEELINGS - Clara, Dani & Juan

KISS HC’S - Bembé, Camila, Clara, Carlos, Dani, Juan & Philly

DATE HC’S - Camila, Clara, Carlos, Dani, Jonrón & Juan

GENERAL FLUFF HC’S - INCOMPLETE

| PART ONE |

PHILLY BARZAGA

fluff HC’s

JUAN CORTEZ

fluff HC’s

hand scribbled notes

my juan of a kind - incomplete

| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

Photo ref - Part Three

BEMBÉ ALVAREZ

fluff & NSFW HC’s * - switch!bembé

PAOLO DE LA VEGA 

fluff HC’s - trans!masc reader

MERCEDES ‘JONRÓN’ MARTIN

fluff HC’s - fem!reader

RARZAGA [M!DANI X PHILLY]

fluff HC’s 

| Part One | Part Two |

JUAN CORTEZ X WILLIS HUNTLEY

old friends and even older trinkets *

OC RAMBLE INTRODUCTION : JULIA, MANNY & OLUWA

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FC6 HC’s - Injured S/O

this is some more headcannon’s for my fav person @levithestripper and for myself obvi bc this is all so self indulgent.  pls enjoy <33

Dani Rojas

Dani was never one for fussing whenever they got injured, choosing instead to just heal quickly with their Supremo and move on like it was nothing. There were times however, when they couldn’t just walk off their injuries. 

They thought it would be a good idea to try and take an FND checkpoint on the border of Esperanza, even after you tried to convince them to turn back at the sight of heavily armed special forces. But Dani’s always been a stubborn one.

Taking the checkpoint was a lot harder than most, just like you’d anticipated but when Dani was shot in the leg that’s when you really started to worry.

You told them to duck whilst you used their Supremo to secure the checkpoint but dropped the weapon the minute you finished to drag them to into the office.

Dani will always insist that they’re fine but you know better and you see the way they bite their cheek to stop the pain.

Your hands are gentle as you wrap the wound in bandages after cleaning it and stitching it all up, following with soft adoring kisses up their leg.

You’ll feel guilty for thinking it but the injury means Dani finally gets the bedrest they’ve needed. They wear themselves out again and again fighting and their injury means they get to spend days sleeping on your chest. 

Clara García

You never liked going on risky jobs or parley’s and you certainly didn’t like meeting with any FND militants. But Clara had insisted she wanted to meet a select few high ranking FND officers who had defected, wanting to join Libertad and offer valuable information. It almost sounded too good to be true.

Despite your hesitancy and your anxiousness about the situation, Clara was convinced the meeting would go ahead and you would follow her wordlessly.

It was a set up from the beginning and you were quick to pull her out of the line of fire. 

You did everything you could to keep her behind you as you secured the perimeter but you could tell she was bleeding by the pained sounds she made.

When you’re finally back at the base you can’t help but feel guilt and anger towards yourself, wishing you could have done more to keep her safe.

Clara notices how guilty you look, taking your shaking hands in hers and kissing them gently. You’re her number one Guerrilla, one of her most trusted advisors and she knows you’d never intentionally hurt her.

Once you’ve finished cleaning up the wound to her side you weakly wrap your arms around her to ensure she’s not hurt further, curling up together in her bed.

You give her lots of kisses which tell her just how sorry you feel and you spend hours telling her just how much you love her until you’re both sleeping soundly.

Juan Cortez

Juan was known for his Supremo’s and his ability to make explosives and other strange weapons from almost any items lying around as long as he had a few basics.

Maybe it was the alcohol or faulty equipment, but he can’t be perfect every time and eventually something is going to go wrong.

You’re both in his workshop, you’re planning on the whiteboard whilst Juan is on the other side of the room tinkering away. That is until something catches fire and there ends up being a small but dangerous explosion throughout the workshop.

In the distance you can faintly hear him laughing to himself about not doing it correctly but you can’t think of anything else but making sure he’s okay. 

He’s tough as hell but there’s a deep cut on his collarbone from where the shrapnel must have hit him, the sight making your stomach drop.

You give him a comforting and soft kiss to the cheek as you pour the last of the whiskey onto it to clean it, both of you wincing when he makes a pained noise.

It’ll probably scar but Juan has never minded too much about those things. Instead he rests his head on your shoulder as you patch him up and lecture him half-heartedly about safety and being so reckless.

You obviously can’t cuddle or sleep on his chest for a few weeks but he happily falls asleep on the couch with his head in your lap, your hand running through his hair the whole night.

Camila ‘Espada’ Montero

Espada was always confident with her knives, there was of course a reason for her nickname. She was a feared Montero who held the family together, especially after Alejandro ran off.

Today was not one of her lucky days. The two of you were at some of the tobacco fields, hoping to free some hostages and destroy the tanks of PG-240.

What you weren’t ready for was one of the tanks exploding much too close to Espada for your liking. 

Knives could only do so much and they were no match against the explosion of flames and metal followed by the stream of poison.

You quickly drag her out of the way, taking her into one of the nearby buildings before you pull her in for a tight hug.

Thank god she hadn’t inhaled enough of the poison but you insisted on bedrest for a week whilst she got over a few coughs and a minor headache.

You spend the whole time giving her water and placing cool towels on her head. Sometimes you’d kneel beside the bed and gently brush her hair off her face whilst she got some rest.

Espada insists on having cuddles, especially when you go to leave to sleep on the couch instead. She pulls you into her arms and the two of you cuddle under the light blanket all night.

Philly Bárzaga

Philly was so excited to introduce you to Daisy, the man was practically jumping for joy as he fixed up the last of the screws that needed tightening.

But you were ambushed quickly, the valves were struggling to keep up with the influx of power and the onslaught of bullets which came from the FND.

The whole situation is a mess but you’re lucky enough to find cover. Philly on the other hand struggled to duck behind a truck, one of the bullets grazing his shoulder.

You couldn’t do much other than try to take out the rest of the soldiers, hoping that Philly would be okay whilst you made sure everything was safe and drew the attention away from him.

When you finally take him back to his workshop, Philly’s constantly moping and crying about having lost Daisy, his injury being the last thing he’s upset about.

The two of you share lighthearted jokes and you promise to help build a new Daisy with hime once he’s healed. 

But for now you patch him up and pull him into your arms for lots of kisses.

The two of you are absolutely exhausted and you let Philly fall asleep with his head on your chest as you place a soft kiss to his hair.

Paz ‘Bicho’ Duarte 

Paz has made it clear from day one that he’s always had fears about joining in the fighting at Máximas Matanzas and Libertad.

You never push him to join in the fighting but you promised that if he did you’d always be there with him and you’d protect him at all costs. 

There was a perfect middle ground for you when he accompanied you on missions as your eyes and ears. Paz would set up a lookout station and guide you through facilities as you took out the FND soldiers.

One of the leopards got loose during a shootout and instead of running after a solider, it ran to the closest person who was Paz.

You were slow at getting to him as you were surrounded by soldiers and you watched as he struggled to climb up to the roof. The leopard bit at his leg before he could properly climb up and your heart broke when you heard the pained noise he made.

The minute you’re back at his house you’re wrapping him up and fussing over his wound, giving him a soft kiss over his tear stained cheeks.

To help with the pain you made a hearty and warm soup, a recipe your mother used to make when you were younger and it made Paz feel so loved.

The two of you curl up on the couch, wrapping a blanket around both your shoulders to watch some tv and cuddle until the two of you eventually fell asleep.

Bembé Álvarez

Being the Black Market King was always going to be a dangerous line of business. You and Bembé knew better than everyone the risks he took each and every day.

There was always going to be conflicts and backstabbing’s with business partners, some of which were the cause of Bembé let’s not lie here.

Today was no different when there was a shakedown with the Russian twins Dmitri and Vasily Gulov. The deal wasn’t going well and soon the minor disagreements were escalating to full blown arguments and violence.

In the chaos of it all you were unsure of who had started it and who was still left alive. All you were focused on was carrying Bembé to the nearest vehicle and getting him the fuck out of there.

The man was doubled over in pain, clutching at his side as he sat in the passenger seat. One of your hands was held onto the steering wheel whilst the other applied pressure over his hand.

Once you were back at his house you didn’t dare leave his side until you’d stopped the bleeding and you were sure he wasn’t going to die immediately. Even when you did leave it was only to grab food and water before coming back to him.

Whilst you’re patching him up Bembé starts rambling about his ‘live by the sword, die by the sword’ mentality and that he was prepared and ready for whatever danger his line of work bought him. Of course you gave him a light shove for such a comment, insisting that you’d save him each and every time before giving him a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Bembé is grateful that you saved him though, and he’s quick to nickname you his guardian angel. You’re now his right hand within the business and you never leave his side.

Yelena Morales

Yelena was thrilled to finally be making a proper impact on FND forces with the new additional help from Libertad. You were her most trusted advisor and partner in all of this, often coming to you for when she needed to keep her eye on Dani.

However this time the two of you decided to hit a convoy on your own with a small crew from La Moral. It was just like the good old days when the group was first established.

The intel you received was good but it wasn’t all correct. The convoy passed through the checkpoint at the designated time however it was much more heavily guarded than any of you anticipated.

The tank was a problem, the machine firing rapidly and destroying what little cover there was at the checkpoint.

Yelena was knocked off her feet when one of the tank’s explosives narrowly missed her and she fell to the ground with a hard thud. You knew then that she must have broken something.

Thankfully you and the guerrillas had the same idea of keeping her safe and all of you banded together to bring the convoy and the tank down.

You carry her inside the office at the checkpoint and sit her on the table before finding something to make a splint for her leg. She’s clearly in pain and so you squeeze her hand firmly whenever you know something will hurt.

Promising to never leave her side, you spend the next few weeks pampering her back to health and helping her learn to walk properly again. Each time she manages another step or achieves one of her goals you give her a soft kiss to her temple in encouragement.

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Day Ten –“Sneaking Glances”

character: Yelena Morales | 991 words |

summary: caught in a argument between la moral, libertad and the legends, you can’t help but be drawn to yelena the whole time and neither of you can keep your eyes from each other

note: i wrote this in five mins cause i’m so behind lmao and even tho i love yelena and wanted to do her justice since she’s one of my faves i just don’t like how this turned out :( i might come back and change this later but i still wanted to meet the dead line of getting it posted today

Holy fuck this meeting was boring.

For almost three hours straight members of La Moral, Libertad and the Legends had been at each other's throats, arguing over this and that. At first it was who got first dibs on medicine but it quickly boiled over into an ugly battle over territory.

La Moral wanted the Legends to stay tucked away in Patriotas Peak, licking their wounds so they could do the ‘real fighting’ and the Legends wanted La Moral to step back so they could reclaim the spotlight of El Este’s strongest guerrilla groups. At some point during the meeting, Dani tried to step in, to be the voice of reason but that got her nowhere once people questioned Libertad’s motives in all of this.

Eventually it reached a stage where the arguing was pointless. Hostages from all the groups had been taken and captured under Admiral Benitez– there was no time to waste squabbling amongst each other but anyone who had voiced any reason had been shut down.

Whilst Jonrón was on her third round of bickering with The Legends, your eyes drifted over to Yelena who was seated beside you. She looked tired and defeated– this was getting you nowhere and you could tell underneath her stoicism that all the heated tension between the groups was wearing her down.

She had stopped interjecting a while ago, instead choosing to listen as she pinched the bridge of her nose and rested her arms on the large table set up in the middle of El Agujero base in Concepción. It probably didn’t help that she spent her days hunched over files in a damp basement all the time and if it wasn’t for the curfew and heavy FND presence in the town, you’d take her out more.

Just wait until we take out Benitez and that fucker Mckay– then we’ll be free to be together.

Your eyes meet her exhausted ones, and she softens at the reassuring look you give her. All the groaning and swearing is drowned out around you as the two of you share glances at each other. It’s only when the yelling picks up again or a new argument rises does your attention flicker back to the task at hand.

And so it goes on like that. For however many hours of pointless bickering, your eyes always find each other and the sneaking glances are thrown your way. Eventually, your hands gravitate towards Yelena’s own, finding her fingers spread over her thigh as you loop your fingers together and squeeze reassuringly from underneath the protection of the table.

“For fucks sake! Can we stop arguing and go save our people, our friends– our family?!” Your voice is full of confidence, and possibly a hint of annoyance from repeating the same idea for so long. But even through it all your hand never leaves Yelena’s.

“Castillo wants to divide us all. True Yarans. Fake Yarans. It’s all one Yara.” Dani gives the two of you a nod of approval and something like consensus shifts in the room. The petty insults cease from all sides and Gilberto makes some calls to gather the men, finally realising that everyone is getting along enough to go out and save your people.

“Hah! You stole that right outta Clara’s book Bebé Tigre!” El Tigre’s infectious laughter seems to have everyone relaxing. Dani breathes a sigh of relief and you can’t help but notice the way Jonrón’s eyes light up as she idolises the Legends once more.

“I think we’ve wasted enough time standing around here. Dani, will you come with us to help save our people? We’ll lend you the medicine as gratitude.” Yelena’s voice is steady and calm as she leads the group. Her natural leadership is one of the things you love and admire about her, the way she speaks from the heart but still fighting for those she loves. 

Her hand snakes from your fingers up to your wrist, rubbing slow circles with her thumb as she tries to subtly pull you closer to her. Physical affection always grounded her in stressful situations.

Dani nods without a moment's hesitation, reloading her handgun and adjusting the strange looking rocket booster on her shoulders. Hey, there’s no judging anyone’s fashion statements in times of crisis.

“Bebé Tigre, you best not think of sidelining me! I may be old but this guerrilla legend has some kick left in him,” El Tigre jumps up with Dani, flexing his arms as he grabs some spare ammo from the centre of the table before turning towards where you and Yelena are sitting. “And for the love of God– would you two just kiss already? You’ve been staring at each other for the past four hours.”

Both you and Yelena squeak at that, unused to any outright attention unless it’s coming from Gilberto or Jonrón on the rare occasion at one of La Morals parties. She blushes profusely, going to restack some of the maps by her computer in an awkward attempt to keep her hands busy.

You’re not so fortunate as El Tigre throws an arm around your shoulders for some of his infamous Legend wisdom. “Oh to be young and in love again– there’s nothing quite like a romance between revolutions.”

Just as he is about to lead you up the steps towards the entrance, you glance over his arm to find Yelena already gazing back at you. She gives a big wave and wishes good luck on returning safely but her flustered shyness appears once you blow her a kiss and return her wave.  You can’t help the way your stomach warms at the sight of her dramatically catching the kiss and holding it close to her chest from the corner of your eye. 

El Tigre certainly isn’t going to let you forget how cute you two are together through the whole drive down to the docks.

[its-deputy-caleb]

exciting news friends!!

im reopening requests for far cry 6 (pls spam me with asks)

im finally on my break and i have more time!!

also i’m aware there is a few more requests to get through! i will get to them as well dw <3