Saalud a mi gente! We in the Narcos Fandom Forever discord server are excited to bring another 30-day challenge: a multifandom event that weâre nevertheless calling Narcovember. Despite its name, this is open to ALL FANDOMS, NOT JUST NARCOS. Creators are encouraged to submit fanworks (fic, art, gifs, vids, op-eds) for any fandom your heart desires!
This event's format is a bit unconventional. Instead of a prompt for each day of the month, there's a Prompt Roulette Wheel and a Prompt Index (â below) featuring numbered items with three prompts each. Every day you'll spin the wheel. The number that comes up on the spin corresponds to a number on the index where you can then pick one of the three prompts.
So for example, say on day one, I spin the wheel and get number 8. Iâd go to 8 on the index (titled These Damn Restraints). Of those three prompts, I like Yikes best so that's my day one prompt. Next day, I spin and get 14. I find 14 on the index (Decisions, Decisions, Decisions) and pick one of those for day two's prompt. And so on. Note: If, on Day 2, instead of 14 I got 8 again, Iâd spin the wheel again to get a new number. If, for whatever reason, you donât want to spin twice, you can choose another prompt from that "Book of" that you haven't used (e.g. Day 1, I chose Yikes. So Day 2, Iâd go for, "Now you know why I never say anything.") Ideally, we think itâs more fun to not repeat index items, but ultimately itâs dealerâs choice. Aka we're not about to get real fascist policing, aint nobody got time for that.
Here's -> the roulette wheel. Or you can make your own! (Just make sure it has 30 slices.)
Use the hashtag #narcovember or tag us to submit your entries so we can reblog them! A note on the masterlist - bc of the Tumblr-imposed link limit, for now we'll only link the fic. BUT at the end of the month, there will be a comprehensive list with all the contributorsâ blogs so ppl can find your other work easily.Â
Happy spinning, everybody!
â Prompt Index â
1 â Book of Genesis
Fanwork inspired by someone elseâs fanwork (be sure to tag the creator of the OG work!)Â
âThe fun begins here.âÂ
Ghosts
2 â Book of Fuck-ups
Righteous indignation glo-up aka fanwork that corrects a plot misstep or writing blunder that bugs the shit outta youÂ
âItâs not the what-ifs that fuck you up, so much as the what-might-have-beens.âÂ
Bite
>>>>>>>>>> more prompts below the cut <<<<<<<<<<<<
3 - Book of Stuff That Goes in the Junk Drawer
Fanwork inspired by a song and include why the song sparked the idea (was it the lyrics, genre? something you thought a character would like? etc)Â
âItâs never too late to make history.â
Juice
4 â Book of the Uno-Card-Reverse
Fanwork based on your fav reverse/inverse trope**
âEvil isnât always forever.âÂ
MirrorsÂ
5 â Book of Negative Spaces
Fanwork using a line from a diff show/movie as a prompt (e.g. line from Mad Men, âI donât think of you at allâ in a Narcos fic, line from Band of Brothers, âThe only hope you have is to accept the fact that youâre already dead,â in a Hannibal fic, etc etc)Â
âWe gain more from our mistakes than our success, you know that?â
Pitch
6 â Book of (un)Consciousness
Fanwork inspired by a dream youâve had (include 1-2 sentence summary of the dream at the beginning of the post)Â
âJust dream with me.â
TechnicolorÂ
7 â Book of Time-travel
Fanwork inspired by ancient mythology (Greek, Norse, aztec, celtic, etc. Bible counts as mythology, fuck it)Â
âItâs only a matter of time.â
Constellation
8 â Book of These Damn Restraints
Fanwork that ends with 2(+) characters trapped in a phone booth with no way outÂ
âNow you know why I never say anything.â
Yikes
9 â Book of Fateful Conversations
Fanwork where the plot takes place entirely in the back of a cab OR where one character is the cab driver and the other is the passengerÂ
âYou'd be surprised what you can live with.âÂ
Cursed
10 â Book of Nepo-baby Levels of Incompetence
Fanwork where character is in a profession they have no business being in with no prior training, so they fake knowing what theyâre doing â like imposter syndrome except theyâre just actually a fraud (e.g. Rust Cohle is a grief counselor, Richie Jerimovich is a hedge fund manager, Roman Roy is a beat cop)Â
âAnd who hasnât believed a flattering lie?âÂ
EvergreenÂ
11 â Book of Pit Stops
Fanwork that starts with a character hitchhiking and getting picked up by another character(s)Â
âTell me to stop, and Iâll stop.âÂ
Rush
12 â Book of Balancing In Between
Fanwork whose setting is a liminal space (e.g. empty swimming pool, bar or arcade after hours, airport terminal, church confessional, empty elevator, Twin Peaks black lodge, John Wick continental bar, etc)Â
âGood things come in threes.âÂ
Wire
13 â Book of in Urgent Need of Assistance
Fanwork where a character wakes up on an empty submarine, 300ft underwater, thinking theyâre the only person aboard until they run into another character(s)Â
âOne day Iâll wake up and it wonât hurt so much.âÂ
Desperate
14 - Book of Decisions, Decisions, Decisions
Crossover for 2(+) fandoms you have used before but 2(+) characters youâve never used or vice versaÂ
âAll we have are our choices.âÂ
CrossroadsÂ
15 â Book of How tf Did We Get Here
Fanwork that starts off with 2(+) characters waiting in line at the DMV and ends in a completely different, totally unpredictable, why-and-how-tf-did-we-get-here placeÂ
âThereâs a moon a mile from here and nobody home.âÂ
Ambition
16 â Book of Locally Sourced
Fanwork that mimics a bottle episode, so the entirety of it takes place in a relatively mundane setting (e.g. the stockroom of a store, interrogation room, a hotel lobby, waiting room of a doctorâs office, etc etc)Â
âMake yourself comfortable while you can."
Notebook
17 â Book of Inception
Fanwork that provides an origin story for a character that doesnât have one in canonÂ
âIt (he/she/they) made me who I am.â
Improvement
18 â Book of Mysteries
Fanwork where 2(+) characters have to escape a panic room. Depending on fandom, this can be like the innocent party version that you take your friends to for someoneâs bday, or can be an actual doomsday shelterÂ
âI thought they were with you!?"
Endurance
19 â Book of Near Misses
Fanwork with 2(+) characters from the same movie/show/book whoâve never metÂ
âLooks like we missed our window.âÂ
Rattled
20 â Book of Sleight of Hand
Fanwork of partners (romantic, profesh, or both) running into each other unexpectedly while both are doing something criminal/something they know they arenât supposed to do (e.g. burying a body, carrying out a heist, meeting someone they shouldnât)
âYou can't ask the truth from someone who trades in lies.âÂ
Brace
21â Book of Nerves of Steel
Fanwork where 2(+) characters do a B&E, but get stuck when the owner unexpectedly comes home, and they whisper-yell argue over how to get out
âYou won't believe the day I just had.â
Cortisol
22Â â Book of Identity Theft
Fanwork where 2(+) characters meet accidentally bc one has accidentally dialed the wrong number (e.g. Syd [The Bear] tries to call Carm to yell at him for Something Dumb He Did but ends up calling Cousin Greg [Succession] instead)Â
âI'm not the one.â
Brand
23 â Book of Just Chaosâąïžâąïžâąïž
Cracked crossover/ship with 2(+) characters from very diff genres (e.g. Dwight Schrute [The Office] & Tommy Shelby [Peaky Blinders], Frenchie [The Boys] x Penelope [Bridgerton], etc)Â
âYouâre my idiot, forever.âÂ
Untouchable
24 â Book of Revelation
Fanwork where 2(+) characters are stranded in the desert and in a sick twist, must decide which one of them to leave behind in order for the other(s) to be saved
âI like that I don't have to worry about you.â
Rapture
25 â Book of Reciprocity
Fanwork where 2(+) characters play poker (or any card game that has betting) but the chips are magic and the winner gets extra years of life instead of money (e.g. say, in poker, green chips = $500, blue chips = $1k, red chips = $2k, black chips = $5k. In this scenario, green chips = 6mos, blue chips = 1yr, red chips = 2yrs, black chips = 5yrs, etc)Â
âFine, I'll do it myself.â
Quid-Pro-Quo
26 â Book of Abduction
Fanwork where 2(+) characters get kidnapped by a kooky cult, are thrown into the trunk of a car together and have to figure out how to escape
âSomebody has to be paying attention.âÂ
Spiral
27 â Book of Caretaking
Fanwork where a character accidentally shoots/stabs/otherwise maims another character and has to perform first responder, triage levels of first aid to save them (dealerâs choice as to whether it's successful bc yolo)Â
âDon't make me take care of you.âÂ
 Ritual
28 â Book of Weaponized Passive Aggression
Fanwork where 2(+) characters attend a dinner party and witness that moment when a couple starts passive-aggressively arguing but not outright fighting in front of the whole table and itâs even more painfully awkward than if they just straight up fought OR the 2(+) characters are the ones arguing making everyone else uncomfortable asf
âI wish you the best and I hope you find it far from me.â
Attitude
29 â Book of the (un)Dead
Fanwork where a character dies and another character shepherds them to the afterlife like their own personal grim reaper
âWe bury our dead alive.âÂ
Siesta
30 â Book of There's No Place Like ...
Back from the dead: a character came back wrong or right, but either way, no one else knows how to handle it
âEven if you make it, youâll never really go home.âÂ
Homesick
**There will be a reverse trope list in another post for examples.
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A/N: I know that today was supposed to be a day of Absolute Filth but i am who i am and i feel like there is just as much not-filth in this as there is filth. But i still had a good time writing it so fuck it, we ball đ
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Once he didnât answer the phone at his apartment, you knew that youâd catch him at his desk. Despite knowing that, you still covered your bases and dialed Javiâs apartment next. When he asked why you were calling him, you gave the easy, mostly honest response of, âTried to get ahold of Steve and didnât get an answerâfigured he might be with you.â
Javi chuckled, that easy way he always did. âI got better things to do this late than hanging out with your husbandâno offense.â
You laughed. âNone taken. Iâll try his phone at the base. Thanks, Javi. Have fun doing whatever it is thatâs better than hanging out with Steve.â
Steve answered his desk phone on the second ring. The annoyance and exhaustion in his voice was impossible to miss. âYeah, Murphy.â
You laughed, twirling the phone cord between your fingers. âThought youâd be a little happier to hear from me.â
He huffed out a tired laugh, tension melting out of his muscles instantly at the sound of your voice. âHey, baby. You alright? Itâs,â he checked the time on his watch, âitâs late where you are.â
You hummed in amusement. âItâs late where you are too, and yet youâre still at work even when everyone else went home, soâŠâ
He leaned back in his chair, running his hand through his hair. âAnd how do you know Iâm the only one here?â
âWell,â you melted back into the couch, your head resting against the arm of it, âI called your partner and he was at home.â
âWhat are you callinâ Javi for?â
âYou!â you replied with a laugh. When you both stopped laughing, you said, âI miss you.â
âYeah,â he conceded, âI miss you too. How much longer you back home for?â
âOne more week.â
âAnd youâre sure you gotta stay the whole week?â he laid it on thick, drawl cranked up to ten as he laughed.
You rolled your eyes, wishing he could see it. âPretty sure.â
âDamn.â He paused. âYou need somethinâ?â
âHmm,â you hummed in thought, dragging it out a little longer than necessary. âKind of.â
Leaning forward again, Steve propped his elbows on the edge of his desk. One hand was holding the phone to his ear, the other was serving as a resting perch for his chin. âWhatâs going on?â
Your heart started to speed up a little in your inside your chest as you asked, âYou really alone?â
His face contorted in confusion. âAm I reallyââ he stopped himself short, recognition washing over him. He couldnât help but to laugh. âIâm not doinâ this here.â
âYou said youâre alone. Why canât you do this there?â
âBecause IâI mean what ifââ he stammered out the starts of a few sentences, âWhat if theyâre listââ
âLike they donât listen when you do this from your phone at home?â
He laughed, moving his hand from his chin so that the heel of his palm was pressed to his forehead instead. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âAnd you love me for it,â you casually reminded him.
âI do.â He paused, long enough for you to say something but you didnât, wanting him to give in instead of offering him an out. And then he did, because he always did. âIf I get fired for doinâ this on my goddamn work phoneâŠâ
You smiled, face warming before it even started. âIâll upgrade your one-way ticket home to first-class.â
He was a little hesitant at first, you could hear it in his voice. It was a little amusing to you, hearing him like that when he usually wasnât like that at all. It added to the fun of the game for you, your quickened heartrate skipping a beat or two as he spoke, voice hushed like he was afraid someone was going to walk in and hear the things that he was saying to you. After a couple minutes, his typical cocky, self-assured demeanor came back.
You would have much rather it been Steveâs hand slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. Of course you would rather that. But given the circumstances, having his voice in your ear, prompting you along, telling you how good you were doing for him, was a good substitute. It was still enough to make your breathing hitch and your legs start to tremble.
A soft moan slipped out past your lips. Despite the fact that it was impossible, Steve couldâve sworn it trailed its way through the phoneline and straight down his spine. He took a deep breath, like that was going to do any good at helping him keep a shred of self-control.
âYou sound so fuckinâ pretty,â he said, voice low, hand opening and closing on the top of his desk as he sat there wishing he could touch you and not just listen to you.
âSteve,â his name fell from your lips in the form of a choked whine, like you wanted to say something more but your mind was too preoccupied to come up with the rest of the sentence.
âYeah, baby?â he asked, fighting the urge to follow your lead. There were plenty of things he was willing to do at work, or so heâd learned a handful of minutes prior, but there was still one line he had no intention on crossed. Especially not if it was going to be over the fucking phone. If he was going to do that heâd just as soon wait for you toâ
You cut his thoughts short as you let out a needy, âI fuckinâ miss you.â
The laugh he let out was weighted down with just how much he wanted you. âHow much?â he teased.
The noise you let out was somewhere between a laugh and a moan. Pulling your fingers away from your clit, you slid them down a little farther. The action pushed your panties a little farther down your hips. You dragged the tips of your fingers along your folds, collecting your wetness so that you could slide your fingers into you. They slid in with no resistance, and you arched into the contact.
âIf you were here,â you rasped out as you started to find your rhythm, âyou could feel it for yourself.â
âFuck,â Steve muttered out, one hand gripping his thigh just above his knee so hard that he was sure he was going to leave indents even through the fabric of his slacks.
He still egged you on, willing to endure the insanity it inflicted on him as long as he knew he wasnât the only one. He listened to you, each shift in your breathing, every sound you made and word you managed to say, each time you repeated his name over and over again. Even with the hundreds and hundreds of miles between the two of you, you still managed to drive each other just as wild as if you were sitting in the same room together.
âSteve,â you said desperately, âIâm, fuck, Iâm gonnaââ
âNo, youâre not,â the words came out before Steve even clocked what he was saying.
You whined, a pathetic little sound. âSteve please.â
âNot until youâre here,â he said, voice firm now that you were both on this playing field. âNot until youâre here and I can really,â he chuckled, the sound a little more cruel and smug than it shouldâve been, âreally make you cum.â
You spent a long couple seconds weighing the pros and cons of telling him that he could, quite literally, go fuck himself because you didnât ring him up this late at night to not get yours. But in the end, you gave in, the way you did with him almost as much as he did with you.
Letting out a shaky breath, you reluctantly pulled your hand back out of your panties. âFuck. You, you owe me.â
âJust one week and Iâll gladly pay the debt,â he said with a chuckle.
âI hope your boss walks in,â you said, no malice in your breathless voice as you tried not to laugh. ââCause lord knows you canât possibly be looking very professional right now.â
âThatâs just mean.â
âYeah? Is it? Know what else is mean? Not letting your wife, who called you this late at night because she missed you very much, cum.â
He laughed, raking his hand back through his hair. âI love you.â
âYou say that, but,â you pinned the phone with your shoulder so you could adjust your underwear and shorts with both hands, âit certainly doesnât feel like it.â
âYou know I love you,â he repeated, a little more warmth in his voice rather than the smugness heâd had before.
You let out a sigh. âYeah, I know.â You paused long enough to make him squirm even though he didnât have to. âI love you too.â
He chuckled. âThatâs right.â He checked the time on his watch again. âWould you look at that? Itâs after midnight. Only six more days.â
You couldnât help but to laugh. âGo home, Steve. Iâll call you tomorrow.â
âDuring business hours?â
âHmm,â your hum turned into a laugh, âweâll see. I love you.â
Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader
Steve Murphy & Javier Peña & F!Reader
For the @narcosfandomdiscord October Prompts.
Day 1 - Day of Firsts: Create a fanwork about a canon character youâve never written about/used before.
Summary: Your first day in Colombia on the Escobar case and you end up running into an old flame. A little reimagined moment of Steve's first day in Colombia if you will!
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Angsty. Javi being kinda lowkey jerky.
A/N: Okay so this is my first time writing Carrillo and I feel like its wildly out of character/his voice/etc but we're out here TRYING okay. So excited for these prompts and hope to write for a good chunk on this list!
Your plane landed in the early morning hours, it was still dark out as you exited. Luckily there was no waiting on baggage or making your way through the crowd. When the DEA sent you out, they pulled out all the stops. It helped that you were top of your game at work, putting in the extra hours, sacrificing your social life. It basically meant you were eating, sleeping, and dreaming of work 24/7 but it brought you up as the highest agent in your division and because of that, it earned you the Escobar case. That and well, you had pretty well knowledge of Colombia since you spent your college years abroad there.Â
This was the last of the luxury youâd experience from the DEA office in the states, however, and you knew that so you soaked up every ounce of it before you were now exiting the private plane, making your way down to the Ford that was waiting to take you to your accommodations.Â
âHola, senorita.â Someone in a suit greeted you and held the backdoor open for you.Â
You smiled and placed your bags in the back, you knew that wasnât what they were holding the door for, but you werenât going to continue the special treatment. Quickly after dropping your bags, you moved to the passenger seat and waited for the driver to join you. After a few beats of silence they mentioned they would be taking you to your apartment so you could get settled but you disagreed and made them take you to the embassy.Â
There it was, the habit that got you in this position, all work, no play.Â
As you rolled into the embassy, you flashed your badge and quickly made your way in, stepping out as the car was still moving.Â
âMuchas gracias.â You nodded to your driver who was panicking to brake.Â
Two men in tan suits waited for you as you approached with your bags.Â
âPeña and Murphy?â You stood staring at the two of them as they sized you up.Â
âYep.â Javier extended his hand out to shake yours. âJavierâJavi.âÂ
That was followed by the same gesture from Steve.Â
âThey were supposed to bring you to drop your bags off first.â Javi started to complain as he began walking inside the building.
âI told them to bring me here, I can drop my bags off whenever I go home. Wanted to meet the team and get briefed as soon as possible.â You spoke up, quick to keep up with both of the men who were holding the door open for you.Â
As you entered the building you took in everything, making mental notes of every detail you thought would be important. The sign that listed each floor, where the bathrooms were, where each emergency exit was located. It almost made you miss the look Steve and Javi gave each other after you explained your eagerness to work.Â
âI got myself familiar with all the notes on the plane but, I figured first hand accounts would be better. I know better than to believe everything thatâs in the paperwork.â You spoke as you entered the elevator.Â
âYea well, things areââ Javier paused his sentence to think about what to say, how to describe what you were getting into.Â
âA shitshow.â Steve interrupted him to finish the thought.Â
Mentally you noted that Steve was the more honest one, not one to get flustered by the presence of a woman. He was likely married, or in some serious commitment, and whether that was with a woman or his job you respected it. You nodded with a smile, answering him briefly with a some response about how it isn't always with the DEA or something of that nature before your eyes moved back over to Javier to get a read on him.Â
Before you could nail down a thought, the elevator doors were opening and the group of you were moving fast.Â
âWeaver and Wisnicki, meet our new DEA special agent.â Javier introduced you by name.Â
You were quick to let go of your bags and reach over to shake hands and correct the title he gave you. âSupervising Special Agent.âÂ
Steve let out a chuckle before continuing the greeting. âJavi what is it you called these guys? R.I.P? Retired in place?âÂ
You let out a chuckle, you werenât going to shit on what these two did, you werenât here for that and with the amount of time you spent at work, you needed to make friends where possible.Â
âHey, we all earn it.â You lifted your hands up in an act of innocence. âIt was nice meeting you two.âÂ
As the group of you moved through the different sections of the floor you got introduced to other agents, the Mil group, and the ambassador. Each group introduction went well. By the end of your journey, Javier was suggesting you leave your bags at his desk before they drove you in to meet the Search Bloc, seeing as you were about to go on an intel mission with them in the next 5 hours.Â
âNow we should give you a heads up.â Steve spoke up as the car you were in pulled into Carlos Holguin School. âColonel Carrillo can beââ
âWalking up right now.â Javier interrupted as he put the car in park and exited the vehicle.Â
Steve was quick to look up and see that the Colonel wasnât walking up, it was just his men approaching to escort the lot of you in.Â
âNo heâs not!â Murphy yelled before turning to you in the back seat. âHe can be a bit of dick. Apparently a common trait around here.â His eyes went back to Peña before he was exiting the passenger door himself.Â
You smiled to yourself at that. It was enjoyable to you to see the back and forth between the two men.Â
The silence overcame the group of you as you were brought to an office door, the plaque on the outside reading Colonel Carrillo was a little outdated in style, meant he had a few years on his belt.Â
As the door was opened by one of the search bloc soldiers, Javi began speaking.Â
âBuenos dĂas, Colonel.âÂ
The minute a voice responded, you felt your gut flinch, if that was even possible, before it sunk. Your head was whipping up to look at the major, taking in his green uniform, the badge on his chest, and finally, his face.Â
Javier and him were mumbling to each other as they shook hands, leaving you to take in who it was in front of you right now.Â
It wasnât so much nerves you were feeling, you would have described it more as shock. Which, shock felt a lot similar to a panic attack. The noise in your ears got fuzzy, there was a slight buzzing in the background and your face went blank.Â
âYou alright?â Steve cut through the fuzziness in your ears, luckily and brought you back to reality.Â
âYea sorry, just fucked up from the time difference and the flight.â You shook your head and masked the shock you were feeling.Â
âI want you to meet our new DEA supervising special agent.â Javi spoke up, calling the attention to you now.Â
His eyes met yours, and the smile that slightly curved on his face tipped you off that he recognized you immediately. You saw his mouth move slightly open and before Javi or him could say your name you were quick to cut them both off by speaking it outloud and move towards them, extending your arm to greet the man.Â
If that wasnât enough to get the point across to the Colonel, your next words would have been.Â
âMucho gusto.â You smiled and prayed he didnât say or do anything that would give away your connection.Â
âMucho gusto.â He spoke back to you with a frown.Â
âWeâre gonna move out and get intel in about an hour.â Steve spoke up from the back.Â
âMurphy.â Carrillo spoke up, his face hardening as he stared at the man.Â
With the context you had just gotten from Steve, you now realized that what Murphy meant in the car was, Carrillo was a dick to him. If you werenât in the middle of this clusterfuck of a situation, you would have smiled, maybe even chuckled a bit but your mind was still trying to wrap itself around what was happening.Â
âWeâll get out of your hair, just wanted to introduce you to the fresh meat.â Javi smiled at you.Â
âWait.â Carrillo spoke up and your gut did that flinching thing again. âIâd love to know more about what this means for your team, Peña.âÂ
You heard Javi start to make a noise, it was something adjacent to stuttering. His way of not wanting to devalue himself or shit on you while you were in the room.Â
âMy title doesnât really pull weight, itâs just for the paperwork. Iâm basically going to be working closely with Peña and Murphy on intel and raids. Only difference is my signature gets added to the documents.â You spoke up, looking back at the men behind you as you spoke.Â
âHave you gotten a tour of Medellin yet, special agent?âÂ
He was teasing you. When you met him in Colombia all those years ago, that was exactly what he did. Give you a tour. He showed you the plaza, the museums, the best restaurants you never would have found otherwise. And again, in any other circumstance you would have been amused, but mortified was more the right word to describe your emotions at the moment. The comment was more obvious to you than anyone else in the room. It helped that Steve and Javi were oblivious to everything that wasnât Escobar related so they werenât exactly picking up on what was happening.Â
âShe flew in this morning, her bags are back at the embassy at my desk, she didnât even get settled before jumping on the case.â Javi spoke up.Â
âIâll have it arranged that your bags are picked up and brought here.â Carrillo wasnât even looking at any of you anymore. He was rummaging through paperwork at his desk.Â
When no one responded he looked up to be met with confused looks. His eyes jumped from Steve to Javi to you. âPaperwork, after the intel trip. Going to need your signatures.âÂ
âRight.â You said it was obvious the entire time.Â
âAlright, Iâll make the arrangements and meet you all at 1300.â He went back to looking at his paperwork, ignoring all 3 of you.Â
It took you a couple seconds to make your feet move but eventually you were able to and out of his office. Steve was now leading the way to where you would meet a few more of the Search Bloc crew and gather up gear for the trip you were about to take.Â
Luckily, the intel mission wasnât awkward at all. Carrillo put his professional foot forward, as did you and as you all waited in the room for all the Narcos to show up there was no more tense or nervousness in the air. He clearly picked up on you not wanting to out any of your past personal life to Steve and Javier and quite honestly, he understood that. Having more time to think on it and not being thrown for a loop in the moment, he felt relieved about it too. These were not exactly the typical running into your ex conditions, this was work, this was catching a drug cartel and their leaders, this needed to be as far away from personal as possible.Â
That was what both of you told yourselves. It was what you told yourself on the way back, while you sat next to each other in the car, when Javi leaned forward to tell you that the restaurant coming up had the best arepas de choclo. You knew that, because that was where you and Horacio would go when you were craving late night foods. And it was what you told yourself now, as you all pulled back up to the Carlos Holguin School and the awkwardness came back over you.Â
âI had one of my men take your bags to where youâre staying.â Carrillo said as the group of you gathered together on the dirt lot.Â
âWe would have taken them back, her place is on the first level where me and Steve stay.â Javi spoke up, his hands resting on his hips.Â
âOne last thing we gotta lug back home from the embassy.â Steve shrugged as he leaned over to shake Carrilloâs hand in an effort to say goodbye.
âWasnât a big deal, I have a few men working at the embassy, keeps communication smooth.â Carrillo wasnât in the mood to argue with Javi on this so he was quick to turn to you. âYou ready to get started on this paperwork?â
âYea, Iâll meet you in your office, let me just debrief with my guys.â You spoke confidently, anything to throw both of them off.
 All Carrillo did was nod and make his way back to his office. You turned to Steve and Javi, your face solid and serious.Â
âWeâll take care of following up on the intel.â Javi spoke up now, like he was in charge.Â
âIâll give you a call on what the next move is.â Steve was cutting Javi off, staring at him with a frown before moving his eyes on to you.Â
You nodded once, then turned to Javi. âCall me fresh meat one more time and Iâll be sure youâre riding desk for the rest of this case and youâll be the one staying late to run through paperwork.âÂ
It was harsh, but true. You were new, but you werenât stupid. Regardless of anything, you pulled rank over these two, whether it truly mattered or not. There was no room for disrespect.Â
âSee you two in the morning.â You offered them a goodbye and made your way over to the main entrance. Steveâs laugh could have been heard from even inside the building, it was obvious he was making fun of Javi, of what you just said. It was good, set the tone amongst them.Â
The walk down the hallway was long, your head was filling with tons of thoughts, of memories, your heart was beating so fast it was a surprise it wasnât coming out of your chest. As your hand rested on the doorknob of Carrilloâs office, you took a beat, a moment to take a deep breath and exhale it out as the door opened.Â
Carrillo was sitting at his desk, his green button up shirt that houses his name patch and badge was hung on a coat rack in the corner, he was at his desk with just his tan t shirt on, the only light illuminating the room was the outdoor lights from the windows behind him and the desk lamp that was showing the frown on his face as he shuffled through things on his desk.Â
âThanks for going along with it.â You spoke up, alerting him of your presence. The immediate thought you had was why you were starting the conversation with that. There were a million other things you could have said.Â
His head shot up, he clearly had not heard you open the door or your heart practically thumping out of your chest.Â
âItâs no problem.â He answered you. âI hope you set Peña straight.â He was standing up now, moving his hand to the chair across his desk offering for you to sit.Â
âSet straight?â You were confused, as you made your way to sit down.Â
âFresh meat.â He said as he sat back down himself.Â
âOh, yea. That wonât be happening again.â You let out a chuckle, still fidgeting around in the seat trying to get comfortable.Â
âItâs probably good you thought quick, what happened with us⊠itâs just more fuel to the fire for him.â Carrillo was leaning on his desk, elbows resting on the stacks of documents.Â
âWhat did happen with us?â The question came out so blunt it even shocked you.Â
âYou went back.â It was said like it was so obvious. Like those 3 words were the answer to it all.Â
âI sent you letters.â The vibe had definitely changed from just mere minutes ago.Â
Carrillo didnât say anything, he sat there silent, his face neutral like that would be enough of an answer for you.Â
âItâs crazy how you can know someone for just short of a year, spend pretty much everyday with them, learn the most intimate things about them, and truly know absolutely nothing about them.âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?â He was annoyed, and because of the time you spent with him, you knew it was deflection, a way to get out of the conversation, but you werenât going to let it go that easily.Â
âYou never told me you were an aspiring police officer.â You pointed to the badged shirt on the rack. âIn fact, Iâm pretty sure you told me you wanted to come to the states, study, learn about architecture, the details of the buildings that people are so quick to dismiss.â It was a pretty direct quote from a young Horacioâs mouth.
âI joined 4 months after you left. Things got bad here. After that incident whereâ where you got hurt. I couldnât shake it.â He explained thinking back to one of the last memories of you here with him. It wasnât one either of you liked to remember, you had a permanent scar on you to remind you of it more frequently, but in Carrilloâs case it looked like he had a career profession to keep the memory alive.Â
âWhy did you ignore my letters?â Your voice softened now as you came to the realization that maybe you could actually come to some closure tonight.Â
âWe should probably start on this paperwork, make everything ready for your team to move forward tomorrow.â He was taking a stack of blank documents and handing it over to you.Â
âWhy did you ignore my letters, Horacio.â You spoke his name with such pleading, not just because you knew itâd get him to answer but because you truly missed saying his name in that way.Â
âIt was too much.â He couldnât bear to look at you as he spoke. âLoving you and giving my all to training, to the big picture, to Colombia.âÂ
There it was. The most truthful thing he might have ever said to you. You knew he loved you but deep down, you always knew he loved his country. The two of you fell in love as he showed you the sights, it was written in your story for it to come down to this.
âIf I had to lose you to someone Iâm glad it was to her.â You managed to make a joke, just being happy that he had been honest with you.Â
He smiled at that too. Now that things were a little more settled, a little less awkward, you began rummaging through the papers, filling out reports and findings, signing pre-typed notes for approvals and compliance. About 20 minutes went by when Carrillo was clearing his throat to get your attention.Â
âIâm glad youâre here to fight this fight with me.âÂ
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â The firmness in your voice came back over you, your eyes glaring at him.
He got flustered a bit, neither of you having been in a situation where flirting, romance and charm werenât the leading tones of your conversations.Â
âI just came here for the best arepas de choclo in Colombia.â A smile grew on your face and his was soon to follow.Â
He was quick to stand up and grab his jacket, which was hanging next to his badged work shirt and place it on.Â
âWell I guess I better not disappoint.â He was nodding towards the door. âFor old times sake? I believe thatâs what they say back where youâre from.âÂ
You stood up and grabbed your own jacket from the back of the chair and made your way to stand in front of him, dangerously close to him, you could feel the slight breeze of his breath on you as he waited for some verbal response from you. For old timeâs sake, if that was the excuse he needed to justify going to get food with you, youâd take it. To be honest if that was the excuse he needed to do anything with you, youâd allow it. Little to your knowledge, but those 4 words would end up being all the invitation either of you needed to revisit old times in the next five months, whether it was your favorite restaurant, your apartment, his house, even a couple times in his office.Â
So you stared up at him, at the eyes of the man you had fallen in love with all those years ago, and despite them looking a little more dark and unruly now, you smiled and opened your mouth to speak.Â
Day 11 of Narcoctober- Create a non-visual, non-fic fanwork: quiz, game, playlist, incorrect quotes.
[at Horacio's funeral]
Javi: places his hand on the headstone and sobs
Javi: How could you do this to me? We are so understaffed.
Javi: On a scale from âdamn Danielâ to âfre sha vaca doâ how are you guys feeling?
Trujillo: Iâm in between âitâs an avocado, thanksâ and âhow did you defeat captain americaâ but as a solid answer I would say âI donât need a degree to be a clothing hanger.â
Murphy: Probably âroad work ahead.â
Carrillo: I speak multiple languages and this is none of them.
Felix: You know, guys are kind of scared to talk to yâ
Maria: Good.
Connie: Thanks to Steve, Olivia has taken up swearing.
Connie: Yesterday, she referred to bedtime as a âfucking crisis.â
Pacho: Iâm not interested in being polite or heterosexual
Javier: I think you made them anxious.
Steve: Oh yeah? Well thatâs because theyâre all a bunch of bitch ass white boys.
Javier: I hate to break it to you, but youâre also a bitch ass white boy.
Maria: The term girlfriend implies the existence of of a girlfoe. This is a service I am willing to provide.
Rafa: People say âforgive but dont forgetâ, but I forget but dont forgive
Rafa: Iâll be walking around town like I don't know your name but I know a BITCH when I see one
[gunshot]
Amado: So sorry, new ringtone.
Javier:Â I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.
Carrillo:Â And you came to me?
javi x gn!reader, sort of hurt sort of comfort, 866 words
for day 3 of narcoctober: song prompt, there is something on your mind - big jay mcneely
a/n: i can't believe this is my first time writing javi and i cant believe its something like this and not a 30k friends to lovers kjfhg
tagging: @narcosfandomdiscord @garbinge @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa
Heâs home before you are, though you never gave him a key. The lady downstairs is kind and stupid enough to let anyone into the foyer, as long as they ask politely, and youâre kind and stupid enough to have told him exactly how the lock jimmies open, if you get it just right. So here he is now, un-expectantly expectant of you.Â
âI should look into getting an alarm system,â you say, shutting the door behind, and pouring the day from your shoulders to your feet.Â
âMaybe.â
âAre you here for long?
He shrugs. âMaybe. I donât know.â
You pause where you are and look at him. Heâs leaning against the table, which stands against the cabinet by the bed, because youâre yet to buy any dining chairs, and heâs yet to find a way to be comfortable here, as often as he comes, which makes you both look like strangers, really. Neither of you have settled. Itâs more of an introduction on neutral ground than anything else.
Heâs got his arms crossed. Bare forearms, rolled sleeves. He looks from you, to the floor, to the half-drawn curtain over your window. Nobodyâs bothered to turn the overhead light on, so heâs orange, and youâre blue.Â
âBad day?â you ask.
âNo worse than the rest.â
You try a smile, pull that card from your deck. âSomething a whiskey might solve?â
âLook.â He sighs and draws his gaze back to you. âWe should talk.â
The lamp on the bedside flickers. He waits until the amber glow is steady again, and then he nods, like youâve asked something, and his brows pull together like heâs apologising for it.Â
âCan I take my shoes off first?â
âIt wonâtââ
âPlease.â
You get another nod, and a raised hand to wave you on, before itâs tucked back under his forearm again. Crossed and waiting.Â
The lace of your boot has become knotted, so it takes a pregnant minute for you to get it off, leather fighting the curve of your heel, then it drops to the ground with a thud.Â
The second comes off easy and quiet.Â
âYou want a drink?â you ask, sock-footed and able to move again. You cross the room before the offerâs been answered, hand on the fridge before drink has even tilted up into a question.Â
âIt wonât take,â he tries again, âI shouldnât stay.â
âThatâs what you say every time.â
âThis is different.â
You take two beers from the case on the shelf. White light there and gone again.Â
âYouâre different?â you guess.
He lets the quiet have its turn before answering. âIâve been thinking.â
âYeah, I noticed last time.â You could tell he wanted to talk then, too, but heâd been too scared, or too happy, or too greedy, to want to tell you so. âYou donât fuck the same when youâre thinking about something.â
Thereâs a laugh that you reward with one of the beers, handing it to him as you reach his side of the studio.Â
âAnd youâre just telling me this now?â he says.Â
âI could hardly tell you then.â
He snorts and you match it, smiling, before dropping onto the side of the bed. From here his cheek is gold, his hair is gold, and the rest of him is grey, muted by the moonlight through whatâs left of the window.Â
âPlease sit,â you say, and when he doesnât move you add, âit wonât hurt less from the table.â
âI was trying to give you space,â he admits, standing as he does. Arms slack, knees straight. He walks two steps then dips the bed as he goes down beside you, shoulder to shoulder.
You switch the lamp off. No more orange, just blue.
He starts before youâve even tasted the beer, which sits damp between your palms.Â
âI donât think,â he says, âwe can keep doing-â
âWait.â
â-this.â His eyebrows trick his eyes into looking soft. Or tired. 'Baby,â he reasons.
âYouâll have to give that up,â you reply. âBaby.â
You imagine his palm on your thigh and his thumb running the outer seam. Replace it directly with the sight of his fingers now, threaded together, and balanced in the gap between his knees.
âIn the morning,â you offer him. âLetâs save it for then, okay?â
He exhales and looks away before the last of it can hit your face. âIt wouldnât be fair.â
âTo who?â Youâre smiling somehow. âIâm the one suggesting it.â
âWe canât just keep onââ
âDonât say it,â you interrupt again, because you know already. âDonât tell me until the morning, Javi.â
âHow is that any better?â he asks. âFor either of us?â
âHow is it any worse?â
Youâre both orange, and youâre both blue, and youâve known the colour of him since the beginning, really. Since you first told him how to get the lock just right. Thereâs nothing here that you hadnât seen coming, and nothing left to say, either.Â
âOne more night?â you ask, for a final hopeless time. âDonât tell me now.â
You watch his throat as he swallows the request, his lips as he nods in reply. âAlright,â he says, âuntil the morning.âÂ
And then thereâs his hand. Thereâs your thigh.Â
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Summary: Before flying out to see her lover in the morning, Kami shows up for her night shift to see the familiar face of another man sheâs grown affection for over the last month.
Words: 1,868
Warnings: Pretty mild really. Drinking and smoking. Not the real people of course, and not glorying anything.
October prompts Day 2 âPorque No Los Dos?â Day| Crossover w/a character from each @narcosfandomdiscord (one pairing is platonic)
An: I donât know enough Spanish yet to write it properly. So you can imagine itâs spoken between the characters. OC (Cameron aka âKamiâ ) is in her mid 30s. This is my first Mayo đ«ą! season 3 Javi is đâ€ïž! We may see them again this month for another prompt
Kami slipped behind the bar, giving her coworker a little wave as she focused on the man at the far left.
In his favorite seat, just like all the other times. Tie loose, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. That mop of dark hair in her eye line as he started down at his drink, like he was waiting for some kind of answer.
Kami helped another patron, giving out two beers before the man finally looked up.
âHi.â Javier sat up, pulling his tie off completely. The heavy shadow over his face lifted a little.
âYou were too busy using your drink like a magic 8 ball to see me,â she went over to him, âone of those days?â
Javier answered with a slight eyebrow raise and tilt of his head. Kami flashed that warm smile of hers then turned to make him a drink.
Javier watched her, that calming effect she has on him already working.
He finished the drink before him, making room for hers.
âItâs better when you make them.â He said as he picked it up and raised it in the air.
âSuch a flirt,â she made herself a shot, then raised the glass to his, âto a better night.â
Javier made a face, like he was sure that wasnât going to happen. It was a shitty day on top of a shitty week. All he had to look forward to was a hot sleepless night, then do it all again in the morning.
But he chose this.
He could have been on his father's ranch right now. Trying that normal life thing. But he was so damn restless, and he had unfinished business here. Javier still wasnât sure if coming back was a stupid fucking idea or not.
For @narcosfandomdiscord NarcOctober Fanworks collection [October 1 - Day of Firsts]
Word count: â 2.8K
TWs: Canon-consistent violence? Much angst but like in the supes casual way I imagine Mayo does..?
Just the two of them seated at the wrought iron table in the backyard, up till dawn, smoking and talking. It felt quite the honor just to see the man laugh.
Ngl guys, this is Basically just Mayo internally but actively pining for MĂn? for like kinda no reason?? while heâs negotiating with Dina because MĂnâs gone into hiding after the assassination of Cardinal Juan Posadas Ocampo. Idk this is literally just 3k words of nonsense and insanity. Itâs legitimately one of the most aimless and ooc things Iâve ever written sksks but hey!! it exists now..?
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The ornate, gilded door knocker felt heavy between his fingertips as he rapped a few times and waited, stubbing out his cigarette in the open mouth of one of the lion statues placed on either side of the stairway. He chuckled to himself. If it wasnât an ashtray before, it was one now. To him it looked like one anyway. The mansionâs pretentious decor always screamed âNew Moneyâ to him, no matter how hard the Arellanos tried to bury Sinaloa in their past.
By his count, Mayo had only ever been to Arellano house three times. Once by invitation, another by accident, and a third - the last - by mistake. A mistake he couldnât muster the good sense to regret no matter how hard he tried.
It never pays to fall for a family man, isnât that what the girls say? Certainly the ones heâd shared a few fleeting nights with between the sheets, a wad of folded bills on the nightstand, couple packs of cigarettes, and some pillow talk that always told some tale of woe about falling for a family man. But is that what happened? Had he fallen? Or was he just at sea like always? Either way, it made for no less than an interesting ride.
The relief-distorted disappointment when it was Pancho who answered the door shouldâve told him something, even if he didnât care to pay it much mind just now. A matter for tomorrow. Except thatâs what heâd told himself the whole time. Shit, thatâs how he got into this mess. Surely thereâd come a point when tomorrow was today, no?
âNada mucho, nada mĂĄs,â Mayo winked, tipping his hat as he crossed the threshold into the foyer of the Arellano mansion.
He smirked to himself at the same private joke he had every time heâd set foot in this house: the placeâs grandiosity might be as intimidating as it was meant to be if it werenât so fucking cartoonish. But he supposed thatâs what happened when you let an overgrown manchild, dressed head-to-toe in Versace, stick his gold-dipped cuerno de chiva against the decoratorâs temple and threaten to blow them away into semi-automatic oblivion, just for a discount on silk drapes from Rome or wherever-the-fuck.
Mayo's eyes stung a bit, hit with the phantom smell of the cigar smoke that came tumbling out of BenjamĂnâs mouth when heâd laughed himself nearly to tears telling Mayo that story. It'd been just the two of them seated at the wrought iron table in the backyard, up 'til dawn, smoking and talking. It felt quite the honor just to see the man laugh. He got the feeling MĂn didnât laugh much. That was the second time Mayo had been here.
He shook his head, the image etch-A-sketched away like nothing and followed Pancho through the foyer to the dining room and then the living room. Or rather, one of the living rooms. The house smelled so strongly of floral-scented candles and potpourri, he worried he might get a headache sitting in here for too long. They mustâve just had the place cleaned. It bothered him that he even noticed and it especially bothered him why. That it was because there was no hint of that familiar, faint musk that shouldâve been there, expensive without trying too hard, that seemed to trail MĂn along with a perpetual cloud of neurotic discontent, everywhere he went.
But they belonged to each other in a new way now. Darker, tenuous, and confounding in just exactly how straightforward it was. No implications, no questions to be asked. It said nothing about either of them except that they belonged, if only for and evening. Or the amount of time it takes to smoke a full Montecristo and down a stiff drink of scotch.
He turned to the fish tank and stared at his warped reflection, saying to no one in particular, âThings are changing real fast, huh? The army in Tijuana fucking shit up. Coming after your family, no less. Now BenjamĂnâs gone. Fucking mess, huh?â
He felt it coming. This meeting. Depending on the outcome, it might signify a breaking point and heâd have to choose between what is and what should never be. The Arellanos got caught flying far too close to the sun and they knew it now. (And everyone wondered why he preferred boats.) Itâs what set MĂn on the lam, no telling how long he would be out there. Floating around wherever he was. Away.
Shaking his head, âJust hoping it all blows over and BenjamĂn can come back home,â Pancho spilled a glass of some brown liquor, as he set it down on the beverage cart in front of Mayo.
Amused, Mayo tried mopping it with only his fingers until he gave up, taking a sip. There was still plenty to drink, since Pancho had filled it nearly to the brim, almost as high as his own. Suddenly, it made sense why Pancho wasnât in charge of the family business despite being the oldest. Hombre couldnât bluff for shit.
Mayo took the seat by the beverage cart, as Pancho practically melted back onto the giant couch across from him. Doing his best to affect it, almost like an afterthought, Mayo leaned back in the chair and said, âSend him my best, yeah?â He took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pockets, giving them a little jiggle and raising his eyebrows.
Pancho got what he was asking but Dina startled him with an answer before Pancho got the chance. She spoke from behind them, standing at a large window, âOf course, please. Make yourself at home.â She waved her own lit cigarette as if to hammer the point home. âI do it in here all the time. Drives mamĂĄ mad. The smell gets in the drapes, she says.â
How long had she been standing there? Her beige suit blended so well with the drapes she spoke about with such indifference. Mayo half wondered if it was some kind of business tactic, camouflaging with the furniture. Better to hear all chisme whispered in these halls by house staff or other scheming subordinates a quien no le gustaba tener una jefa. In truth, he didnât much like it either. But he hadnât figured out if it was just because she was a woman or because of the kind of woman she was. He never had much patience for anyone with a chip on their shoulder.
Though heâd certainly made an exception for MĂn whoâd carted around a chip so heavy, it was a wonder he never tipped over. So, maybe it was the woman thing. Did it much matter? Not really cuando sabĂa que ella habĂa planeado quitarle sus huevos. All these months later, and that cool twenty mil still burned a hole in their coffers and there was no making eyes at Dina to make it all go away, least of all when they were hurting for the cash. Not that he wouldnât try. That is after all how he and BenjamĂn started off doing ... Well, whatever the fuck they did.
He thought of Dinaâs wedding, how light and alive, self-assured BenjamĂn was. In his element. A new look he wore so well that, in Mayoâs estimation, he didnât get to enjoy for long enough. Now look where they all were.
âSo look, Pancho,â he brushed Dina off because if her goal was to blend in with it, well, he was happy to treat her like the furniture. âAmadoâs expanded operations. Taken over the port in Peñasco, made it hard for my boats to unload. I was hoping to redirect them through San Ysidro, and not pass them through Tijuana.â
âThat would put all your business in our plaza, wouldnât it?â
The smirk of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar broke across Mayo's face and he dragged on his cigarette, nodding in the affirmative.
âAnd yet, you refuse to join our organization?â
Nothing less than the truth. In an industry of professional con artists, backstabbers, hustlers, and murderers, maybe like her brother, sheâd appreciate it.
âYes, so youâve said.â She didnât.
And she still hadnât turned around to face them. For people so concerned with blending into high society, the Arellanos werenât the most well-mannered. Mayoâs working-class manner of dress might, to the untrained eye, indicate that manners werenât something he cared about. But he did. Even in his blackest moments, twisting his knife in someoneâs gut or getting ready to light them on fire, he couldnât much find a reason not to be at least cordial.
Fighting for a lifeline, he glanced at Pancho who almost looked like he was trying to become one with the couch, drink limp in his hand, as he stared at the All-Knowing Queen in white.
She finally turned to grace them with her full attention, gliding over and resting her hands on the back of the empty couch next to him. âYou owe us twenty million dollars. Whatâs your plan to repay us?â
Back in the days when Miguel held court and favored the Sinaloa faction at the expense of his own family, dicking the Arellanos around as though the petulant kids heâd watched grow up would remain petulant kids forever, Mayo remembered thinking that MĂnâs attempts at diplomacy werenât well-earned by their uncle. And heâd told MĂn as much. Even Dina agreed at the time.
Mayo tried his hand at diplomacy, âMoney in shrimping, eh ⊠moves slower than Iâd like,â but ire crept in anyway when the absence of hisâ hisâ of BenjamĂn was screaming at him. âBenjamĂn understands that. I pay as it comes.â
Understands, yes. Present tense. He was gone, not dead and even with Dina in charge, he still mustâve been keeping tabs from somewhere. She couldnât have the final word here. Not really.
Unwilling to follow his lead in diplomacy, she shot back. âHow much have you got?â
âHere with me?â Now he was annoyed.
And that was met with a haughty huff from her, along with a scorn-filled smirk, so acrid and bitter he nearly tasted it in the air between them. She had him where she wanted him and it twisted his gut, knowing where this was about to go.
âYou arenât moving anything through this plaza until the tax is paid.â
Of course, when it didnât work, the thought of MĂn, knowing what heâd have to resort to next, only served to make his stomach churn more. Donât think about it. Donât think about it. Donât think about it. Whatâs that thing they say about purple elephants? Because before the first donât, the image of BenjamĂnâs gentle brown eyes in the moonlit backyard, full of that kinetic ambition, not for success but for something else âbelongingâ flooded Mayo. The third time heâd been here.
áȘŁ
It had only been a few months since the wedding. A celebration at Roxanneâs gone awry and heâd had to bring RamĂłn home before he tore the club apart, going after Chapo for some snide comment about what they all knew happened to Rayo.
The bad blood between the Arellanos and the Sinaloa crew was so long standing without erupting into an all-out war, it seemed to make sense at the time to at least attempt to avoid tipping it over the edge. In hindsight, the whole shitshow was gripped with such inevitability, it seemed more like going against the will of the gods, now that he thought about it. But you only know what you know when you know it. So, he done the sensible thing, intervened before things got ugly, agreeing against his better judgment to remove RamĂłn from the equation, by driving the rowdy motherfucker home while he sat in the passenger's seat of his pickup, three sheets to the wind, sprawled out, passed out, and snoring. Despite the fact heâd had no love para el pinshe huevĂłn, there was love in his heart somewhere.
And so it was easy to say, âyesâ after shucking RamĂłn off his shoulder onto one of their house staff's, when MĂn offered him a cigar and a drink. An opportunity for another of their little chats that theyâd come to enjoy whenever they crossed paths.
Though Mayo had noticed, in the distinct lack of one, every one of those times happened to be under the unconscious supervision of a crowd. So that when BenjamĂn complimented him on his business savvy, and said things like, âFuck, man. Youâre better than that,â the grin that spread across his face never got as wide as it wanted to be. They never stood as close as theyâd wanted to. They never talked for as long as they wanted to. It was for the best.
Because without the safety net of nosy onlookers, talking about life, growing up in Sinaloa, the incessant hustle, the never ending grind to the top, commiserating over the absurdity of this business theyâd both come up in, ambition, what all of it even meant? Could they do something else? Should they do something else? Was it really worth it?â they both folded like a pair of cheap suits.
And so he didnât remove it, when MĂnâs hand found itself on top of his. The contrast of how smooth, almost manicured it was compared his own, weather-worn, brought to light disparities that extended far beyond the physical and yet didnât make a bit of difference.
The words tumbled from MĂnâs lips suddenly. âYou know ... I do love my wife.â And that trademark cloud of anxiety that made him think too much came swept over them with a fury.
Not long for this world, Mayo waved it away. âI know you do.â
âYou do?â
It was almost funny. Despite the evident affinity they shared in these little chats, MĂnâs shock reminded him just how little they really knew each other. How much of a gamble heâd just taken.
âYou know that I know that this,â Mayo lifted their hands, fingers interlaced together, and placed his lips against one of MĂnâs knuckles, âand that,â then bobbed his head toward the house, âcan be different but true, at the same time.â
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He sighed and swallowed the memory hard.
ââTa bueno, âta bueno,â nodding vigorously because he saw the whole fucking thing coming before heâd set foot in the house. Standing up and putting his hat back on, he muttered cooly, âWell, I wonât take up any more of your time.â
Striding toward the fish tank, he thought of MĂn again and turned back around. He met Dinaâs eyes in a challenge, you did this but simply tipped his hat, âPatrona,â a gesture of faux respect she was undoubtedly smart enough and petty enough to see for what it was.
On his way out of the house, he was already hard at work, scouring his brain. What was the last number that he had for Amado? Fuck, that shit was months ago. He'd probably have a new one. Oh, well. It'd be worth it. Or ... would it? Well frankly, if he was really honest with himself, he'd probably stopped giving a shit the second the words, "make yourself at home" came out of her mouth.
Stepping out into the midday sun at the top of the steps leading down to the driveway, he caught the carcass of his cigarette laying in the lion's mouth out of the corner of his eye.
Dina would regret this and probably never even know why.
But BenjamĂn would.
En ese mundo de complicidades y traiciones, un dĂa tu mejor enemigo es tu cĂłmplice y al otro se convierte en tu peor enemigo.
for day one of the narcos october challenge: create a fanwork about a canon character youâve never written about/used before.
Victory lasted them a little while, until one night in some overpriced bar near the embassy, Van Ness looked at his glass and found it was empty.
âDamn,â he said. âI was just getting a taste for that.â
âAguardiente?â said Feistl.Â
Van Ness looked at him. Under the yellow lights, and through the thick glass of several drinks, he found that his partner looked older than he expected. Worn out, like an embassy vet. When exactly heâd lost that eager Boy Scout look, that look like a golden retriever about to pounce, Van Ness couldnât figure out.
Feistl had undone the top button of his collared shirt and loosened his tie so the dark knot of it hung below the hollow of his throat. That was another thing Van Ness noticed.
âHey,â said Feistl. âEarth to space cadet.â
It was no use protesting that his mind had been in the present.Â
âYouâre the one who dragged me here,â Van Ness said. The words came out of his mouth, bypassing his brain entirely. It occurred to him that he was drunk.
âUh, no. I said I wanted to get arepas at the street stall Trujillo recommended, you said it was too far to walk.â Feistl chuckled, finished his beer, gestured at the bartender for another.Â
âThis fuckinâ guy,â he added fondly to nobody in particular. âCanât hold his aguardiente for shit.â
Van Ness heard himself saying, âYou remind me of my ex-wife.â
Feistl leaned back an inch, eyebrows shooting up comically, mouth sketching a willingness to smile just in case this turned out to be a joke. âThe fuck, Dan?â
âI meant Colombia,â Van Ness said. âYouâre the one who dragged me here.â
Feistl slumped his weight a little to the side, onto the elbow he had rested on the bar. Van Ness didnât think for one minute that meant his partner was relaxing; he knew better.
âYouâre the one who followed me here,â said Feistl, and theyâd never had this argument before, not exactly, but it felt familiar in the way it felt dangerous. He felt his mouth go dry.
Then, magically, he got saved; Feistlâs eyes flicked over to catch something happening behind Van Nessâs back, and a mischievous smile touched his lips. âOh shit. Pay up.â
Van Ness turned. In the back corner, Peña had just gotten up, followed by a tall brunette.
What do we do now? Van Ness had asked Peña only ten minutes ago, or maybe it had been Feistl, he couldnât remember, it was funny how he couldnât even remember, but anyways, Peña had said nothing. Just downed his drink, stood, and made his way to the back corner where a couple beautiful women were sitting at a table all to themselves.
Van Ness had bet that heâd go for the blonde, Feistl the brunette.
As they watched, Peña started making his way through the crowd, followed by the brunette, followed byââYou pay up,â Van Ness saidâthe blonde too.
At the door, Peña opened the door for the two women like a gentleman, returned Van Ness and Feistlâs little waves with a cool kidâs nod, and disappeared back into legend.Â
Van Ness looked at Feistl, shrugged, and swapped five-dollar bills with him.Â
âGuess thatâs what you do now, huh,â said Feistl.
âGuess so.â
The two of them eyed each other, Feistl taking a swig of his new beer, Van Ness having nothing to do with himself at all but sit there, feeling unaccountably cheated. He had wanted things to go back to normal, and they had, and now he didnât want normalcy anymore.
âYou want another drink?â Feistl said.Â
âNo,â said Van Ness. It wasnât at all what he said, but the way he said it, that made his partnerâs expression get a little tireder, a little warmer. His brown eyes were wise; Van Ness missed the early days, when he thought the new rookie was stupid.Â
He almost missed that Feistl was speaking, only maybe by now it wasnât Feistl, it was Chris. He couldnât be sure, and he thought another aguardiente wouldâve helped. It was probably Feistl.
âDan,â Feistl said. âDonât.â
âItâs what we do now,â Van Ness said. He felt a little lightheaded.
âWhatâs what we do now?â
âWhat we want to do.â
Chrisâit had to be Chris, by nowâlooked at him like heâd just pieced together a fresh, cartel-sized new lead, only a really fucking weird one, âcause whatever it was, it seemed to entrance him and amuse him and hurt him and piss him off all at once, and also, somehow, he was smiling. A small, forgotten kind of smile, but still noticeable. To Dan, at least, who noticed all his smiles.
Slowly, after a second, Chris said,âYou do know that you donât have to work a hundred hours of unpaid overtime and catch a cadre of internationally wanted drug lords just to have the thing you want, right? Please tell me you know that.â
âSure, I know that. Everyone knows that,â said Van Ness âBut I worked a hundred hours of unpaid overtime and I caught a cadre of internationally wanted drug lords, so I damn well better get what I want.â
He had aimed for sweeping and gruff and masculine on that last part, but ended up petulant; the difference was doubt. As always. It didnât help that Chris had stopped smiling.
Chris said, âI wouldnât want to drag you anywhere.â
He didnât say it mean, but Dan flushed anyway. Dark bar, hard liquor, he couldâve gotten away with it, tooâcouldâve figured his way out of the conversation and fled on back to his shitty little apartment for the night. But it wasnât his shitty little apartment he wanted to fall asleep in.
âIâll follow you,â Dan said.
And he did.
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blame it on the alcohol? no, blame it on the @axreliono.