Summary:This is a four-part prequel to “Dustland Fairytale.” There is no Javier Pena x Reader in this fic; it is strictly a Carrillo x Reader fic. You’re a CIA informant that is trying to build the trust between the newly formed Search Bloc and the CIA/DEA. You just never imagined that falling in love with Colonel Horacio Carrillo was going to be part of the deal.
Warnings: Oh boy, lots of warnings. First 18+ only, DNI. If it was in Narcos, it will most likely be mentioned in here: gun violence, mentions of rape (what happened to Helena), characters dying, grief. Also, Carrillo is married so the relationship between him and the reader is an extramarital affair. This does not have a happy ending.
You wake up in the early hours of the morning. The pale, orange light of sunrise bleeds through the curtains of the bedroom. Horacio is sound asleep on his stomach, an arm thrown out carelessly and draped over your waist. You take a few of these quiet moments to enjoy the view of this man in complete repose. All the tension that lives in his face and frame is nonexistent, and he looks ten years younger. Being able to study him this closely, you notice the threads of silver that are starting to show in his black hair.
Your fingers barely skim across his skin so you don’t wake him up, tracing the lines of his muscles around his shoulder blade, down his bicep, over his elbow, across his forearm and finally down the back of his hand that is laid across your waist. As your fingers slide between his, you realize he’s not wearing his wedding ring.
