#navegante

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAMI 🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊

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Debts Paid

Navegante & Jorge Salcedo

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Support: "I got you."

Warnings: 18+, canon-typical chaos

Word Count: 536

A/N: This is just a fun little something because I like putting these two in a room together.

Nave Taglist (since i know the little creature man isn't for everyone sksksk): @garbinge @proceduralpassion @ashlingnarcos @narcolini @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa @artemiseamoon

Jorge prided himself on being the type of person who never owed anyone anything. He made a habit of clearing his metaphorical debts quickly, or just never accumulating them at all. It made his life easier that way. The last thing he needed in his line of work was owing more than what was already expected of him. He tried to make sure that he was the person that people owed favors to.

All of that to say, for a man who tried not to owe anyone anything, he certainly never wanted to be in the position of owing Navegante of all people. And to be in the unique set of circumstances where he now owed Navegante his life? It was about as far from his preferred track as he could’ve landed even if he was trying.

For all of Navegante’s quirks, he did have a habit of being in the right place at the right time to at least serve himself if nothing else. That, and the man seemed to be able to get in and out of bed with some of the most dangerous people in the world and he was still walking around in one piece. Jorge would never admit it out loud, but in his head he had to admit that that was the kind of person you at least wanted on your side.

When Navegante referred to them as friends it felt like a bit of a stretch, but Jorge didn’t have it in him to tell the man that he was wrong. His timing was impeccable, as per usual. It had only been about twenty-four hours since Navegante dubbed them as pals when Jorge found himself in desperate need of a friend, or at least someone who didn’t want him dead.

He arrived with a symphony of screeching tires and gunfire. Stopping the car, he leaned over and opened the passenger side door for Jorge to get in. The smile on his face didn’t at all fit the chaotic scene unfolding around him, but it fit Navegante perfectly.

Jorge was scrambling into the car, his brain too wrapped up in what was going on around them to truly process and appreciate whatever humorous remark Navegante said when he was yanking the door shut. Not that it mattered to the man behind the wheel, who was laughing at himself plenty.

“No te preocupes, ah?” Navegante said as he pressed down on the gas and sped off, completely unperturbed by the bullets hitting his back windshield. “I got you.”

Jorge felt like he was still filled with enough adrenaline to send him into cardiac arrest, meanwhile Navegante had the same look on his face someone else might have when they were setting off for a Sunday drive. He didn’t have it in him to say anything, but even so, he didn’t know how much he was truly comforted by the notion of Navegante being the person who had his back. At least he was the only one who seemed uncertain about it. He’d figure out how to pay off that debt later, because he had a feeling he was going to have to be more creative than he’d been in the past.

[narcos-narcosmx]

College roommate | ficlet 3

Miguel & Navegante | ft. Pacho and Amado | Isabella mention

Credit goes to @purplesong1028 for their meme, see it here. It inspired this. These are for fun.

I don’t know what this is, or where it’s going. I saw the meme and this happen.

Miguel pauses in front of the door, hoping to god his weird ass roommate isn’t home.

Of all the people he could have got, they paired him up with Navegante. Even if Miguel wanted to talk to him, which he doesn’t, how could he? They didn’t even speak the same language.

Navegantes an odd guy. Miguel’s met his share of eccentric people, but his roommate takes the cake. Sometimes he sits in silence and just stares off, other times he talks about random things Miguel is sure he pulled out of his ass. He also liked to talk about animals and the environment, which was - interesting. He seemed pretty passionate about those things.

Miguel finished his paper then pushed back from the desk. Leaving his room, he heads to the kitchen to get something to drink.

In the kitchen, Navegante is leaned over the counter doing a puzzle, it’s one of those gigantic ones, taking up the whole damn counter. The box says something about ‘zoo animals’

Miguel suppresses a groan and goes to the fridge. As he takes out a drink, he can feel Navegante watching him. Miguel shuts the door,

“What are you looking at?”

Navegante shrugs, then goes back to his puzzle.

The small laugh he does next further feeds Miguel’s agitation.

“What’s so funny?”

Navegante, seemingly unbothered, glances at Miguel, then back at the puzzle.

“Did you know Zebra stripes are like fingerprints?” Navegante straightens up. He smiles at nothing, then continues, “no two Zebras have the same stripes.”

“What?” Miguel’s brows tense. He shakes his head then leaves the room.

What made it all worst is Navegante is close friends with Miguel’s enemy, Pacho; he fucking hates that guy. The only thing worse then Navegante being home is Pacho being here too. Miguel’s sure Pacho stays over for long periods of time just to fuck with him. And it works.

Miguel takes out his keys. If that bastard is there he’s going to Rafas, or his girlfriends, he doesn’t need this shit right now. It’s finals week. Just as he slides the key into the door, someone comes up behind him, he knows who it is from the sound of his boots.

“Hey man,” Amado nods at him, “I had to get out my room. My roommates up my ass, acting like a fucking cop or something.”

“Want to switch? I rather deal with Carrillo than what I have in there,” he motions to the door then gets an idea.

He’ll know if Pacho is here if the bikes here. He peaks around the corner, and right there, like a big fuck you is the motorcycle.

Miguel unlocks the door then turns Amado, “we’re not staying”

When they enter the hallway, He gets a text from Isabella. It’s a saving grace. There’s someone she wants him to meet tonight. This works out for him. He gets a new business connection and gets away for the night.

As they pass the living room, Miguel spots Navegante and Pacho. Navegante is sitting in a relaxed position on the couch, his red hair messy, like it usually is.

And fucking Pacho is making a drink at the mini bar, like he lives there.

“Hi roomie,” Navegante waves with a genuine smile.

Miguel frowns and keeps walking. Amado walks into the living room.

“Hey.” He says to both of them.

Pacho mixes his drink, his eyes fixed on Amado. He’s seen him around and likes the look of him, but doesn’t know him well.

Amado clears his throat, then smooths his hand over his hair. He’s not the nervous type, far from it. But something about being under Pachos gaze has that effect on him.

“Want a drink?” Pacho asked, as he raised his glass to his lips. His brown eyes remaining locked on the tall handsome man in black.

“Sure,” Amado approaches the bar. Pacho casually places his free hand on his arm,

“Sit, I’ll make it.”

Amado glances at Pachos hand, then back at him. He goes to the couch and sits. Navegante chuckles and exchanges a look look with Pacho.

The other ones inspired by Menes

[unrinconcitollamadotu]

Te vi, entre tantas personas tu luz era tan fuerte que me atrapó y me atrajo como el canto de las sirenas atrae a lo navegante, mientras yo navegaba sin rumbo fijo.

[rafaelmartinez67]

Calipso , saudades

por ese navegante

que se perdió en la mar.

[leregirenga]

Entre mi inconsciencia te abrace a mi cuerpo, fuiste navegante de carne y espíritu, naufrague contigo mar adentro y encallamos en los arrecifes del amor; dónde tú y yo fuimos afluentes de un río locamente apasionado. Fue así que nos entregamos a un océano de placer, a un mar de pasión, donde las olas del deseo nos llevaron a un vaivén de amor, ternura y ardiente locura.

Leregi Renga