Ramón, Min, Dina, Barron, Ofc (mentions of others)
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October 29 — Day of Horror | Prompt; came back wrong | @narcosfandomdiscord
✨This directly connected to Wolf Pack (another work from this month, I recommend reading that first) ✨
Warnings: shootout mentioned, shifter stuff
Gifs by the only and and only @hausofmamadas 💜*
An: the way there is so much more I wanna do here, so much more detail i wanted to give but no time. So just this one shot, this taste for now. Also, we know Barron is a bad ass and protected them but I needed my bb Min to get hurt for this to work…I have been dying to use that Alfonso gif omg! You dont understand, I’ve been 😫😫😫
Three days ago, no one in Ramón’s family knew he was a werewolf.
Now the cat’s out of the bag. But he had no other choice, not after the events at Benjamin's 40th birthday party.
That pinche pendejo Chapo assaulted them at the club. They barely made it out alive. Claudio was shot in the shoulder, and Benjamin wasn’t so lucky. As Barron led the way out, a shot came dangerously close to Ramón and Benjamin took the bullet instead.
He seemed fine, didn’t even act as hurt as he was. It wasn’t until Barron got everyone to safety that Ramón found his brother fading, a hand to his bandaged wound. It was then he learned Benjamin lost a lot more blood than he let on. Minutes later he passed out and didn’t wake up.
Ramón didn’t know what to do, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let his big brother die. So, he did the only thing that came to mind, he turned him. It was around that time Dina came to check on them and found the scene.
She was the first to know Ramón's secret.
As they stood watch over Benjamin, he eventually regained consciousness, his wound healing itself within minutes.
It would be their little secret, for now, mostly to not freak out their mother.
Dina’s head was spinning, and she didn’t know what to make of all this.
Multiple characters | Barron x Evie (ofc) , Ramon x Raquel (Ofc) | pt 1 in a oneshot series
Day 4: Day of Conflict| fist fight + “what the fuck is wrong with you?”
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Words: 2,972
About: With the full moon hanging low in the sky, Evie can’t shake the feeling that something wild is going to happen.
Warnings: an asshole at the bar who comments on ocs weight, fist fight , blood, hookups.
Narco October prompts @narcosfandomdiscord
Evie took a left, already starting to feel the music pulsing from the venue ahead. Tonight, she’d just be a concert goer, no playing, no performing, just taking it all in and hopefully having a good night along the way.
The closer she got to the venue, the stronger the music pulsed, coming through its walls and windows, spilling out onto the street. As Evie approached the door, that same car from earlier zoomed by on the opposite side of the street, then screeching to a halt.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to a set of brown ones looking back at her. The other men spoke among themselves, laughing and giving each other shit. She thought she heard one of them ask, "what's that place?"
Evie wasn't paying attention to anyone but the man in the loose-fitting black top, with two white stripes on it. There was an intensity about him, one she could feel even with the distance.
His calm, attentive, yet “don't fuck with me” vibe made him both intimidating and hot as hell. One of the other guys, who looked younger than all of them, caught the mutual stare and commented something she couldn’t make out.
Usually if a guy was checking her out, there'd be some kind of smile or smirk added - but one never came. This guy was fucking stone. It sent a chill up her spine and turned her on all at the same time.
Evie slid her headphones off with one hand, then pulled her eyes away from the stranger.
“Hey,” she greeted the bodyguard as she turned her cd player off.
Evie glanced over her shoulder once more, seeing the driver of the car, who was also very attractive, step into the street, followed by the others.
Ramón (brief mention of the Narcos Juniors) ft. An oc
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Day 24 | Day of Creatures - canon character turns into a monster | @narcosfandomdiscord
About: Ramon turns into a werewolf and likes it.
An: look at him, such an animal already, who puts their feet on tables like that 😂
Ramón sat on the edge of the bike, blunt in one hand as he slipped the headphones on; rock music hitting his ears as he nodded to the music. In the back of his mind, thoughts of his sister's wedding played, he loved seeing her happy.
Leading up to the wedding was a weird sequence of events, including that fucking dog, or whatever the fuck it was that bit him in the park. Night rides calmed Ramón, especially when he couldn’t sit still; he needed to just get moving, go somewhere, drive somewhere, whether by car or motorcycle.
The night he got bit, he was antsy and moody. Sitting in the house was only making it worse, so he went out. Ramón was in one of those moods where he didn’t want company, or to party - so went out alone. He was only out there a half hour before he got attacked. And no matter how much he shot, that fucker got away.
Ramón even followed the blood drops but didn’t find a body. Just thinking about it again pissed him off and started to sour his mood.
He took a bigger hit, took his leather jacket off, then rolled up his left pant leg. Before it was a bloody vicious bite, now, it looked more like a scar, it was healing itself.
Ramón cursed under his breath, shook it off, then looked up at the moon.
For the last three days it’s had an unusually powerful hold on him, he almost crashed his car yesterday because he gazed at it for so long.
Then there’s his dreams. They’ve been weird as fuck. Animals running in the woods, paw prints, the moon, blood and flesh - and it always ends with a dark-haired woman in the distance. None of it made any sense….
@narcosfandomdiscord day 3 of narcos October. I did both prompts for the day. Find one here, this is the second one! The song I got was: INXS “I need you tonight”
Words: 1,159
Summary: On the last night of a business trip to Mexico, Tiana and her best friend Antonia head to a nightclub and she meets a handsome stranger in black.
warnings: pretty light, club setting, alluded sex later but no sex scenes.
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Tiana moved through the packed dance floor. The bass pulsing through her body and up to her chest like a drum beat.
After a few more ‘excuse me’s’, she finally spotted her friend.
“That line was crazy!” She shouted over the music, then lowering her voice for the second part, “I just used the men’s.”
Antonia smiled as she danced, “I did the same thing before!”
The friends shared a laugh about it, then cheered as the next song began.
Losing themselves in the music, all other thoughts fell away. Just like all the others, they become one with the dance floor. Colorful lights filter across the smiling faces, the silver disco balls above reflecting silver light in all directions.
The DJ smoothly transitioned from the current song to the next. As the opening notes played, they sent a shot of adrenaline through Tiana.
She threw her hands in the air, “this is my song!”
In this moment, it was easy to forget she was going to spend the night in, to rest up and head to the airport rested and refreshed. But the temptation to have one more adventure was too great.
Tomorrow afternoon, as they boarded the plane back home, she’d regret this. But right now, it felt like a great idea.
As the two friends danced, they sang along with the lyrics,
So slide over here and give me a moment
Your moves are so raw, I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know
You're one of my kind
Antonia stopped singing first, she grabbed Tiana's hand and spoke close to her ear,
“You have an admirer, he’s your type too.”
“Oh,” Tiana smirked, then glanced over her shoulder. Even with the crowded dance floor, it didn’t take long for her to find him.
When they locked eyes, he smiled, then raised his drink to her.
Tall. Dark hair and features. Nicely built, from what she could tell so far, and dressed in all black. He stood out against all the colors and fashions of the time, and he wore his hair longish, she liked that too….
Day 7 @narcosfandomdiscord | Prompt word: Blackout | prompt list
Warnings: This whole premise is a warning. But why was he sooooo - i mean he was - a sex club and a short light D/S scene, spanking.
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Months ago
As Solana signed the waiver, the fluttery feeling in her stomach intensified. Like the beat of the music just beyond the doors, her heart was pounding hard and fast. In the back of her mind, she imagined all the things that could happen tonight; the possibilities made her body tingle.
She was going to wait until she got back home, but the urge was too strong now. She almost went out yesterday, but another blackout hit the city, so she stayed inside. Once the power was back today, she had a decision to make. Stay in and be good or go out and be bad. By time 6 pm came around, she made her choice.
After stopping at coat check and the changing room, she made her way to the main floor.
All around people were dressed in their best leather and lace, adorned in collars with ropes and masks. Some opted for full exposure, while others were anonymous, covering their faces and any tell-tale tattoos on their bodies.
As Solana exchanged curious and flirty glances with sexy strangers, in various stages of undress and kink wear, her anticipation and arousal spiked. She decided to do a walkthrough of the old warehouse, exploring before deciding where she wanted to be. She even paid the extra fee for 3rd floor access, where masks were mandatory.
Solana wore a full masquerade mask, adorned with red and black feathers. It matched her blood red cat suit, black boots and the dog collar around her neck. As she sauntered through the room, she felt like a fucking goddess. At the same time, this was ever riskier to do here. She had to make sure her mask stayed on. Solana was cautious even with her wild urges, she never used her real name, ID or speaking voice.
This was her secret life, and it was never supposed to cross over into her real one…
9. Day of Tough Shit for @narcosfandomdiscord | October prompt list | word count
Word count: 1,500
An: I can sketch a bit but not good enough to attempt something publicly today. So I went for the word count option.
Warnings: divorce
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The sky was painted with a golden sunset, Pia hoped this would have a calming effect on her mood.
It's been two years.
Yet, she was still as affected by him as she was when she served him the papers.
Pia tried to put him out of her mind, but that never really worked. It wasn’t easy to forget someone she loved so much. Guillermo Calderoni was a hard man to love, and it just got harder, lonelier, and more painful as the years went on.
Even after all the success in his career, all the properties and their two kids, most days Pia felt like she was alone, minus the material comforts.
They had houses, money, and more. It was the stuff you couldn’t pay for with cash that was missing. Pia knew he loved her, still did, those brown eyes of his screamed this truth anytime he looked at her. But it wasn’t enough, at least not in the way he expressed it…
Summary: Seeking change, Sanaa leaves her exciting yet dangerous life in Nyc for a quieter one in Albuquerque. Only one month in, temptation comes in the form of a charming and easy going man names Lalo.
Day 22 | Day of Cross-Fandom Pollination | ft. One narcos character & one character from another show| @narcosfandomdiscord
An: no juice to deliver my full idea right now, so here’s a preview of something coming later :)
It’s been 30 days since she touched down in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Though it was a stark difference from New York, she was settling in pretty easily, and most importantly, not getting into any trouble - no, correction - not taking any dangerous lovers who come with trouble. Dangerous lovers who come with money and the nice things she’s grown so accustomed to over the years.
No.
The next lover, whoever he was, would be a normal guy, a guy with no secrets or career choices that put her taste for men into question.
Sanaa put in an order for tacos and a mango drink. As she was about to head to the table, a man's laugh caught her attention. Following the laugh, she glimpsed at the kitchen where a man was cooking and dancing to the background music. To his left was another person.
Though she could only see his back, there was something about him that demanded her attention. She let her eyes drift one last time as he turned to look over this shoulder.
Sanaa was met with not only a handsome face, but a very charming smile also; the kind of smile of a man who knew how to have a good time. She was all at once enamored and frozen still. The man winked at her, then returned to cooking.
As Sanaa sat, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. Here she was in a new state, with a new life, as Deja vu swirled around her. She thought about what she left in New York, and that smile of his was clear as day in her mind.
Sipping away at her drink, Sanaa let her mind wander. The memory of their last night out dancing made her heart sing. And though she missed him, she had no plans to return to NY anytime soon….
Narcos October prompts | Day 6 — Day of International Relations: utilize that country in your work in some way: a character is from that country. | I spun the wheel and got Haiti. @narcosfandomdiscord
Summary: As Yolande gets ready for a job, she thinks back on what brought her to Colombia.
Warnings: fleeing from one's home country (in the past), sex work. Mentions of racism and colorism. The Oc is the guardian of a child that is not hers biologically.
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Femme ce mystere played in the background as incense and candles burned on the altar to her left. Outside the window, the crescent moon rose, replacing the sun as a soft blue hue with purple undertones colored the sky.
Dancing in her seat, Yolande scanned the row of lipsticks, then picked out the burgundy one.
Listening to Nemours Jean-Baptiste always made her want to dance. It made her think about her grandmother Rozalie and all those afternoons in her kitchen while she helped her clean or cook or set the altars. For this reason, these albums would always be special to her and lift her mood, even when the world was heavy.
Maestro, as they called him, was also from Port-au-Prince, same as her, same as her grandmother. It’s a piece of home not weighted down by pain, loss, and sadness.
Lipstick done, she picked up her eyeliner next, and added the finishing touches. She never wore a lot of makeup, never went heavy like some of the girls. All she needed was a favorite lipstick and some dark liner, and she was good to go.
Her eyes drifted to the window; the sky was littered with stars. The sight still had a hold on her, same as it did when she was a kid. Stars weren't only beautiful to look at, they reminded her of hope, of wishes - of the kinds of things that get her and so many people through the day.
