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Clockwork Mexico by Vanillafluffy (NC-17)
Fandom: ONCE UPON A TIME IN MEXICO
Pairing: El Mariachi/Kate Martin
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vanillafluffy
Author Website: fanfiction.net profile
Why this must be read:
This story is a wild and woolly "Mexico" ride. Just like in the movie, the action never stops, unless you call the pauses for steamy hetsmut stopping. Into the same universe as her story Darkness Bound, Vanillafluffy introduces Kate Martin, who works for the same mysterious organization, Millenium Consulting, that Sands learned about in the earlier story. A fast-driving, fiery-tempered, techno-twink with a gun, she is sent to Mexico because this Sands person, whom her boss calls "Lucifer," has gone missing. I expected her, in proper OFC fashion, to fall in love with Sands, and I love it when an author surprises me. Kate can not be said to fall in "love" with anyone, but she enthusiastically falls into bed with the smoky Latin gunslinger. She and Sands do not get on at all, which is fun to watch. And no, none of this is the point of the story. The plot is about a drug cartel, the Gomez cartel, which is trying to move in on Culiacan. After all, the Barillos left a power vacuum there. Unfortunately, one insane, blind ex-CIA agent has decided that Culiacan is his territory and the Gomezes were not invited. Much mayhem ensues.
Vanillafluffy's writing sparkles with her inventive uses of metaphor and language, as well as with the somewhat manic "voice" of her main character. The results are fresh and funny.
"For a guy with a head injury, you're a freakin' genius."
He moves cautiously, the gun tracking on me 100-percent as he crouches, then rises to his feet. He's in western boots, I'm in sneakers, but I'm almost five-eight, and he's got two or three inches on me, even allowing for the difference in heels. He's a big guy - solidly built, with shoulders out to there. "What's your name?"
"Kate."
"Well, Kate, when you find Señor Sands, tell him the next time I see him, I'm going to shoot him like a cook." His accent is just strong enough that the last word comes out "kook", and my lips twitch. Sands mentioned shooting cooks - I thought that was pretty lame, myself - sooner or later, all you're going to have left is mediocre cooks - but the way Big Mex here says it, tickles me. "You find that amusing?"
"Mister," I say, smiling, "You're assuming that Sands is going to survive me finding him."
At that, he smiles back. Not at me; more likely at the thought of Sands going down. He looks less dangerous then, more human - he wavers a bit; leans against the wall - the gun in his fist shakes. He seems to be staying conscious purely by an act of will. "Too many cooks -" he starts to say.
The gun clatters from his hand; his brows are knotted and his eyes roll back in his head. He slides down the wall.
Quickly, I nudge his gun out of reach with a nimble foot. He's not playing possum this time: he's out cold. Once I'm sure I'm not going to be startled again, I snag the fallen gun and gingerly insert it into my shoulder bag, which promptly doubles in weight. As I tuck my own gun into the waistband of my jeans, preparing to wrestle Mex down the alley to the Batmobile, I congratulate myself for not having to blow away such a good-looking guy.
What?
Oh great...my libido's come a-calling.
In the interest of full disclosure, I should say that Vanillafluffy calls this story a crossover with Silence of the Lambs, because she used the-girl-down-the-well in that movie as inspiration for Kate. What becomes of someone after such an experience, she asked, and thus was born Kate Martin, determined to be competent, prepared, and never someone's victim again. But Silence of the Lambs serves only as obscure backstory for a character who is in all other ways original. This is a Mexico story, and a thoroughly enjoyable one. It has a sequel, called Taking Care of Business, which is more about the Gomez cartel and does not have Kate in it.
Clockwork Mexico
Pairing: El Mariachi/Kate Martin
Author on LJ:
vanillafluffyAuthor Website: fanfiction.net profile
Why this must be read:
This story is a wild and woolly "Mexico" ride. Just like in the movie, the action never stops, unless you call the pauses for steamy hetsmut stopping. Into the same universe as her story Darkness Bound, Vanillafluffy introduces Kate Martin, who works for the same mysterious organization, Millenium Consulting, that Sands learned about in the earlier story. A fast-driving, fiery-tempered, techno-twink with a gun, she is sent to Mexico because this Sands person, whom her boss calls "Lucifer," has gone missing. I expected her, in proper OFC fashion, to fall in love with Sands, and I love it when an author surprises me. Kate can not be said to fall in "love" with anyone, but she enthusiastically falls into bed with the smoky Latin gunslinger. She and Sands do not get on at all, which is fun to watch. And no, none of this is the point of the story. The plot is about a drug cartel, the Gomez cartel, which is trying to move in on Culiacan. After all, the Barillos left a power vacuum there. Unfortunately, one insane, blind ex-CIA agent has decided that Culiacan is his territory and the Gomezes were not invited. Much mayhem ensues.
Vanillafluffy's writing sparkles with her inventive uses of metaphor and language, as well as with the somewhat manic "voice" of her main character. The results are fresh and funny.
"For a guy with a head injury, you're a freakin' genius."
He moves cautiously, the gun tracking on me 100-percent as he crouches, then rises to his feet. He's in western boots, I'm in sneakers, but I'm almost five-eight, and he's got two or three inches on me, even allowing for the difference in heels. He's a big guy - solidly built, with shoulders out to there. "What's your name?"
"Kate."
"Well, Kate, when you find Señor Sands, tell him the next time I see him, I'm going to shoot him like a cook." His accent is just strong enough that the last word comes out "kook", and my lips twitch. Sands mentioned shooting cooks - I thought that was pretty lame, myself - sooner or later, all you're going to have left is mediocre cooks - but the way Big Mex here says it, tickles me. "You find that amusing?"
"Mister," I say, smiling, "You're assuming that Sands is going to survive me finding him."
At that, he smiles back. Not at me; more likely at the thought of Sands going down. He looks less dangerous then, more human - he wavers a bit; leans against the wall - the gun in his fist shakes. He seems to be staying conscious purely by an act of will. "Too many cooks -" he starts to say.
The gun clatters from his hand; his brows are knotted and his eyes roll back in his head. He slides down the wall.
Quickly, I nudge his gun out of reach with a nimble foot. He's not playing possum this time: he's out cold. Once I'm sure I'm not going to be startled again, I snag the fallen gun and gingerly insert it into my shoulder bag, which promptly doubles in weight. As I tuck my own gun into the waistband of my jeans, preparing to wrestle Mex down the alley to the Batmobile, I congratulate myself for not having to blow away such a good-looking guy.
What?
Oh great...my libido's come a-calling.
In the interest of full disclosure, I should say that Vanillafluffy calls this story a crossover with Silence of the Lambs, because she used the-girl-down-the-well in that movie as inspiration for Kate. What becomes of someone after such an experience, she asked, and thus was born Kate Martin, determined to be competent, prepared, and never someone's victim again. But Silence of the Lambs serves only as obscure backstory for a character who is in all other ways original. This is a Mexico story, and a thoroughly enjoyable one. It has a sequel, called Taking Care of Business, which is more about the Gomez cartel and does not have Kate in it.
Clockwork Mexico