#jonron fc6

Camila ‘Espada’ Montero 

It’s a well known fact that Camila takes on too much responsibly at camp, constantly working on training new recruits and planning to drive José into the ground. And you figured it’s finally time for her well deserved break.

The only way you could convince her to drop everything and come with you is by making it appear slightly ‘productive’ — so what better way than a hunting trip right?

The two of you made it all the way up to Aguas Lindas, searching for any unsuspecting mongeese or cougars when you stumbled upon the den of the Demoníaco.

“What you do say, should we get ourselves some infamous coyote pelts? I think a new hat would suit you.”

The two of you worked together, throwing all your fire power at the agile creatures until you finally got your prize. All the hard work was worth it when the two of you made it back to camp with triumphant looks on your faces.

Everyone was celebrating and giving you pats on your backs but none of that crossed your mind as Camila wrapped her arms around you and brought you into a bone crushing hug. Both of you held each other, breathing each other in as you littered sweet kisses to her shoulder and neck. 

Carlos Montero 

Carlos has built the Montero reputation on hard work and determination— the man priding himself on not taking time off from what mattered most to him.

That’s why he’s absolutely shocked you asked him on a fishing trip, but deep down under the stone, stubborn looks he was excited to relax and spend the day with you.

He’s got zero patience, grumbling as he fumbles with lures and fishing lines before he can even get it into the water and don’t get him started with waiting for the fish to actually bite.

“Are these pendejos de pescado sleeping? Next time I’ll stick with cocodrilos— how the hell did you catch one so fast?”

Carlos can’t believe his eyes when she sees you pull in catch after catch, convinced you’ve got fish hidden in your pockets somewhere. And he totally isn’t at all flustered when you share some of your tricks.

Around midday, the sun is glaring on your back and straining your eyes as it reflects off the crystal blue water. The two of you called it a day for fishing and are simply dangling your legs in the water in the boat.

Carlos takes his hat off at the sight of your discomfort and places it on your head. It’s too big for you, slipping over your eyes and as you lift it slowly you’re met with a gentle kiss and his nose bumping against yours.

Mercedes ‘Jonrón’ Martin

Jonrón has two passions. One— making Admiral Benítez’ life a living hell and two— spending time with you. If she’s not actively exploding tanks and stealing supplies from the FND, then she’s in your company (preferably partying or cuddling)

Being the total history nerd that she is, she jumps at the chance to spend the day with you exploring Yara and finding little pieces of history.

The two of you search through La Joya, jumping from abandoned Mills to Mckay’s pipelines as you stumble across all sorts of journalist notes, offical documents, ghost stories and even saucy diary pages.

“Oh! Oh! You’ve got to read this one! Look its from Lobo— ‘Lucky Mamá slapped me hard today. Hard. Chipped one of my fucking teeth.’ Hah Classic!”

Just being around Jonrón means her energy transfers over to you. You can’t help but smile and laugh along to all the stories she tells you and the way she reads different letters with all the dramatic flare she can muster.

“just one more, porfa?” your girlfriend pleaded.

you sighed but obliged, placing a much-requested kiss directly on her lips. she smiled and pulled you in for a tight hug.

“jonrón, you’re going to do amazing.”

“yo sé. porque estás aquí,” she reminded you. “my good luck charm.”

you smiled and squeezed your girlfriend even tighter, wanting her to get the full effect of this boon she claimed you provided. you then placed another kiss upon her cheek for good measure. 

“okay, okay…” you giggled as she tried to pull you in again. “i have to go.”

you blew jonrón a kiss and ventured on to go and find your spot in the bleachers. you wanted the perfect seat close enough to see her but far enough back to see her plays. 

after you found the most adequate spot for your intentions, you sat down and scanned the stadium for the batting cage. from there, you saw your girlfriend swinging her bat and ensuring her stance was up to par. 

after a few moments, the bleachers around you started to fill up. they weren’t as big as they may have been in the united states, but for yaran professional softball, they were good enough. as usual, you spotted many signs with your girlfriend’s name and number on them, which brought you joy. it was always nice to see how beloved she was and how much of an impact she’s made. 

jonrón’s team was first to be on defense upon the start of the game, and she found her place between second and third base. she glanced around the field, then up to the bleachers, before finally spotting you. she waved to you and shot you the biggest smile, blowing a kiss to you afterward. you stood up to blow your girlfriend a kiss right back, to which she pretended to catch with her glove and place upon her heart. you always thought it was so adorable when she did that. 

you eagerly watched the game as it progressed, keeping your sights on your girlfriend. in the first few innings, she prevented anyone from safely making it to third base. you were so proud of her, and so were her fans. 

when it came to the top of the fifth inning, the coach switched it up and made jonrón pitch because she was becoming exhausted as the shortstop. you didn’t necessarily agree with the placement, but she was a damn good pitcher. you watched as she fought through exhaustion to get players out, which she was doing well at first. she managed to strike one player out in the fifth and sixth, which only seemed to fuel the crowd more. 

the top of the seventh inning rolled around, and jonrón looked dreadful. she gathered some dirt on her hands and rubbed some on her pants, composing herself a bit before getting into her pitching stance. she met your eyes, and you immediately blew her a kiss, hoping to wash away any anxiety that she may have felt in that moment. the score was tied 3-3, and you knew the stakes were high. 

jonrón readied herself and threw her pitch, which was deemed a ball. you heard as the crowd sighed, which lowered your mood, as you knew your girlfriend was trying her best. her next pitch was another ball, and then another. she took a moment to breathe before readying up again, this time having her ball make contact with the bat. the batter swung the ball, which went right over second base. the batter immediately dropped their bat to run to first and made it safely. 

when the next batter came up, jonrón did a bit better. she only threw one ball, and her second pitch that was hit by the batter was caught by the left fielder. the first batter managed to make it safely to second base. 

there were two more batters after that. the third batter was one that jonrón miraculously struck out, but the first batter made it to the third base. the fourth batter chose to bunt their ball, which almost caught jonrón off-guard. still, she managed to grab it and throw it to the catcher, causing the first batter to try and run back to third for safety. the catcher executed a fantastic play by throwing the ball to third base, who caught the ball before the runner returned to the base safely. those were the three outs that brought about the bottom of the seventh, with jonrón being placed near the end of the batting line.

with the game still tied and two strikes to the team with the bases loaded, it was jonrón’s turn to bat. the crowd stood on their feet to witness this play because if it were played right, jonrón and her team would walk away with the win. you knew your girlfriend was exhausted, but not once did you doubt her. she had one grand slam on her record, along with numerous rbis, so you knew she was capable. 

it started off a bit rough, with jonrón swinging to what would have been a ball and getting a strike by missing what she could have hit. you felt the urge to hold your breath. it was a stressful moment for you to witness, and you were getting nervous for your girlfriend. she looked at you at that moment, and you blew her another kiss, forming your hands into a heart and reminding her that she had this. you saw her take one last deep breath. the world felt frozen for a bit, and then it was time for jonrón to give it her last shot.

she confidently returned to her stance and was ready for whatever came her way. when the pitcher threw the ball, jonrón almost swung but stopped herself. it was called a ball. the next pitch went hurling towards jonrón, and you knew it was now or never. she swung her bat and watched as the ball flew over the bases. upon the cue, she dropped her bat and ran towards first, noticing the other players moving up a base. the players just kept moving, and you realised that her ball was out of the park. 

jonrón happily followed her teammates through the bases and safely made it to the home diamond, bumping the score up to 3-7. the crowd cheered for this victory, and you witnessed many adoring fans cheer for your softball player. you were proud of her and knew she’d be so proud of herself. not only did she get a home run, but she also got a grand slam, bringing home the victory for el este.

when the game wrapped up and the players concluded their meetings, jonrón rushed to find you. you were situated at the batting cage, ready to congratulate your girlfriend on her victory. when she entered the cage, you kissed her lips and pulled her in for the tightest hug.

“see,” she pulled away momentarily and smiled. “my good luck charm.”

“Hey there, it’s just me.”

Jonrón made a disgruntled noise like she had just woken up, but you knew as well as anyone that she hadn’t slept in days. Her head rises from the pillows, eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying as she meets your eyes and collapses back into the pile of messy bedding.

You gently sit on the side of the bed, placing a bowl of warm vegetable soup down onto the bedside table for her to eat when she’s ready. 

“Brought you something to eat, I made sure it’s all vegetables and vegan friendly,” Your failed attempt at humour doesn’t reach her, but you do get a small albeit weak smile when you gently run your fingers through her hair and tuck it back behind her ear. “Just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

In a matter of days everything had turned to shit.

What was supposed to be a reckless hit on a checkpoint quickly turned into a nightmare once Jonrón and Gerardo had gotten captured. Everyone was panicking and arguing about what to do– whether an attack or a bribe would work best, each with their own flaws to the plan. 

In the end, Yelena had made the decision to free Jonrón, and whilst you would have done the same, it didn’t make the choice any easier.

You and Yelena had just returned from his failed rescue attempt that morning, and neither of you were going to walk away from it completely okay. Everyone felt a cocktail of emotions, equal parts exhaustion, guilt and anguish at losing one of La Morals finest and close friend.

Jonrón hadn’t left her room since returning to Concepción, refusing to see anyone as she grieved over the loss of her brother. The two of them had always been close, but fighting in la revolucion had only strengthened the trust and bond they had together. There was nothing anyone could say to make her grief any easier, but you loved her, and you would do what you could to make her as comfortable as possible.

Jonrón’s head resting into your fingers slightly brought you back to the present, brushing your hand over her ear to cradle the back of her head.

“I know it’s hard… fuck– i’m sorry I couldn’t save him,” Your throat dries, voice tense as you speak over the heavy feeling in the room. “But I can be here for you now.”

Gently, you bring the sheet to wrap over her shoulder, making sure she stays warm before you bend down and kiss her forehead. “Just call out if you need more food or anything else, yeah? You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Figuring she wants to be left alone, you stand from your place beside her bed and go to leave the room. Jonrón moves so quickly it startles you, her hand grabbing your wrist with shaky unease.

“Please stay…” Her voice is weak, a tremor throughout it to match the tears which gather in her eyes. They spill over her cheeks and your heart breaks at the sight. Carefully, as not to startle her or make her uncomfortable, you slide into bed beside Jonrón and hold her. 

Your arms wrap around her chest, holding her against your own chest as she softly cries into your hands. All you can do is squeeze her reassuringly, your thumbs brushing over her skin as you feel helpless to comfort her. Jonrón’s shoulders shake, sobs leaving trembles to run throughout her body and you kiss her shoulder softly to steady her.

“I’ve got you, it's okay.” You repeat comforting words, letting her know you’re there with her and that she’s not alone. She loops her fingers with yours, holding onto you like she’s terrified of being alone right now.

“Fuck I miss him.” Jonrón’s voice is so soft and meek, unlike how she usually is around camp. Along with her brother, they were the life of La Moral, keeping all the serious and brooding guerrilla’s like you and Yelena relaxed. She always had a way of reminding you to breathe, to relax and spend time with your family between all the fighting. Jonrón didn’t even know it, but her smiles and jokes kept you stable and held together between all the chaos of la revolucion.

She cries herself out, eventually falling into a light sleep sometime in the early morning. The whole night you hold her, making sure she’s comfortable and safe in your arms.

Each night she asks you to stay with her, and each time you oblige. You slowly help her sleep better, help with food and finally help her walk around Concepcion with your hand in yours.