Let's pretend Mr. Fire Pants didn't die. (Y/n) was never the one to chase bad guys, or anyone with any criminal past. Yet here they are standing in front of a tattooed man with a bit of a heated past. Well here is yet another x reader but this time with El Diablo, (I thought he'd be good for a Fanfiction)

The year is 2942. The human race is almost completely annihilated by self imposed nuclear oblivion. The only known living relic of the old world is the president of the United States, his young son and a small faction of his government. They must become the foundation upon which a new order is to be built. Many unforeseen challenges await them on their quest for the return of civilisation, order and the freedom which America was once built upon. Will they survive the many challenges that there new surroundings will throw at them? Will they succeed in their mission? Read on and find out! (This is part one of a 4 part series.)