Gangsta Drabbles. Fandoms: Narcos, Narcos Mexico, & The Sopranos

[Lexi]

Y’all. I love sneezing, you know this. I know this.  That’s why we’re all here. But ain’t nothing I love more than Gangstas. I’m talking crim-ih-naaaaaaaaaals. Suave, sexy, put together mafiosos. Strong, professional narcos. I love them. I know I shouldn’t. They’re criminals and criminals are bad. But goddamn if they ain’t sexy. Mmmmm!!!!

I already have a Drabble thread out rn, but I know they’re have to be some other fetishists looking for gangster content. So here we have it. A collection of my gangster Drabbles. These first ones are mostly a disjointed but continuous story from Narcos Mexico. An anthology of sorts. Scenes from one illness. 

Anyway, I’m rambling. Here are some strong sexy men brought low by illness, vulnerable. 

Oh! A foreword on the Narcos stories: some of the conversations are in Spanish. I am by no stretch of the imagination fluent in Spanish. I’m not even conversational, (except for talking to babies) but I love it and we only develop our language skills by using them. So apologies to those who don’t speak any Spanish. And deeper apologies to those who do, for I have undoubtedly mangled your beautiful language. 

 

Translations. 

Jefe - Boss

Padrón - boss, informal

Lo siento - I’m sorry 

Perdóneme - excuse me

Estoy un poco mal - I’m a little unwell

Estoy enferma - im sick. 

Pinche Cabrón - motherfucker

Cobijas - blankets

Merida - shit 

Salud - health (it’s a blessing)

1. Missed Meetings - Narcos Mexico, Félix, illness 

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo had a meeting with Don Neto at 9, a call with the leader of the Tijuana Cartel at 10:30, a site visit to the farm in the dessert with Rafa at 12:30 and a meeting El Azul 2. He did not miss meetings. He was a businessman, a professional, and professionals did not miss meetings. A professional could postpone, reschedule or cancel. 

 Which is why it was not ideal that it was noon and he was still in bed, snoring. 

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“Jefe!” Chapo knocked on Félix’s front door. When he didn’t get a response he let him self in and called out, 

“Jefe! I’m here to take you to the desert.”

Still he got no response, and he began to worry. He checked the office first, and found it empty. Chapo’s Chris concern was that El Padrino was in a bold of his own blood somewhere. So, he broke one of the rules - he went into the bedroom.

 

“Jefe?” He called out softly as he knocked. He heard nothing and so he cracked the door open. Inside he found his boss asleep and looking decidedly un-boss like. He was sprawled across his bed under a high mound of cobijas. What little there was of him that was visible was deathly pale. If it were not for the loud snore emanating from the pile he would have thought Félix was dead. 

 

He approached slowly. “Jefe?, ¿estás bien?” The pile of cobijas did not stir. Chapo was getting seriously worried. The closer he cane the worse Félix looked. He saw now that his face was almost colorless, except for the deep purple bruises under his eyes and a bright fever flush across his cheeks. 

 

Tentatively, he reached a hand out to feel his boss’ forehead. He had barely registered the raging heat when Félix grabbed his arm in a startling strong grasp. 

 

“Pinche cabrón! Who sent you?!” Félix yelled hoarsely as he tightened his death grip on Chapo. His eyes were bright with fever and devoid of recognition. 

 

“Jefe! Padrón, it’s me. It’s Chapo. I just came to pick you up. Remember? We’re going to Rafa?” Chapo spoke softly and calmly, trying to reassure his Jefe. 

 

Félix blinked. Slowly, recognition crept into his glossy eyes. 

 

“Oh.” He said in a hoarse whisper. He tried to clear his throat but ended up coughing. He turned away from Chapo, keeping a loose grip on his arm, to cough harshly into his fist. 

 

“Jefe, ¿estás bien?” Chapo asked quietly, with genuine concern. 

 

“Sí, sí. Lo siento .” His attempt to clear his throat left his voice more hoarse than before. He spoke slowly, dazed. He squeezed his eyes shut and gave his head a quick shake. 

 

“I uh I was caught of guard.” 

 

It was disconcerting to see him like this, so out of it. Miguel Félix Ángel Gallardo was always put together. His slicked back hair never had a single stray. His suits were always fresh pressed. He was a suave, a businessman.

Usually.

Not today. Today his hair was far from slicked back, it stuck out at all angles. He’d clearly fallen asleep in yesterday’s suit.

Sitting up, wrapped in the most blankets Chapo had ever seen, he looked like a small sick child in daddy’s suit. 

 

Chapo began to speak but was cut off by a single raised finger. Wait, it said. 

 

Félix turned away from him and sneezed into a balled fist, finally releasing Chapo as he did so. 

 

“HuhETSHUUH! RrrehhSHHUUh!” He crumpled further into himself as he sneezed. 

 

Turning back to his companion he said, 

 

“Perdóneme” Félix always sneeze twice. He was a man of routine and order and he always sneezed twice. 

 

“Salud!” Chapo blessed him with surprise, and asked, 

“Padrón, ¿estás bien?” 

Félix sighed, he did not want to admit weakness.

“Estoy un poco mal” Understatment of the year. 

 

“Un poco?!” Chapo said incredulously. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and admitted defeat. 

“Ok, ok estoy enferma” He said with a long gurgling sniff.  

“Why are you here, Chapo?” He asked, while pushing his hair back, trying to regain his usual composure.

 

“You told me to come and take you to see Rafa in the desert.” Chapo gently reminded him. He was unsettled by his boss’ condition and was trying not to agitate him. 

 

“That’s in the afterndoond. You’re supposed to pick bme up at 11:55.” He said with confusion. He wasn’t quite as coherent as usual. 

 

He saw Chapo open his mouth to speak. Once again he held up his finger, leaned away and held a fist up to his face. His breath hitched. Nostrils flared. He turned further away as the sneezes finally came.

 

“HERSHUUH ehhh EhtShuuUh! Ugh.” 

 

“Salud.” Chapo blessed him, only to have Félix put his index finger back up, and turn around again. 

 

“Ehhh EHTSHOOO! HeTSHUh!”

Chapo said “Salud.” Again. 

 

“Excuse bme.” He refused to let anyone witness the snot running down his mustache.  While still facing away, he blew his nose into his pocket square. It was a  long gurgling blow. Then turned back around and motioned for Chapo to continue. 

 

“Padrón, it’s noon.” He said reluctantly, unused to correcting men of Félix’s stature. 

 

“Noon?! Mierda.” He buries his head in his hands. After a moment he swiped his face and sighed. 

 

“Call Rafa, tell him I’b dot comigg and have him call bme in 15 minutes.” 

 

“Sí padrón.”

 

When he left the last of Félix’s facade crumbled. Exhausted, he fell, back onto the bed. His entire body hurt. He was plagued by the constant need to sneeze. His chest ached with each breathe. 

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2. An Unintended Nap - Narcos Mexico, Félix Gallardo, Illness

Félix awoke slowly, confused. He didn’t recall going to sleep and couldn’t place the strange sound that woke him. Unbelievably, he felt worse than before. Breathing through his nose was impossible. Any attempts to due so resulted in immediate sneezing. 

“RrrEHHSHUUH! EhhhshhhUuh!”

Finally the strange noise stopped. The silence soothes his pounding head. 

The shrill noise resumed, and finally he placed it. The telephone was ringing

He let out a soft moan and picked up the phone. 

 

“Hola.” His exhaustion was apparent in his hoarse voice. 

 

“Félix?” Rafa was shocked and uncertain. The voice on the other end was nearly unrecognizable. 

 

“Sí.” He said tiredly with a sigh. The sigh caught in his throat, turning into a hacking cough. 

“Perdóneme, Rafa.” He excused himself breathlessly. 

 

“Estes bien, hermano?” Rafa asked with concern. 

 

“Ehhh eh EHtShUuUh! HesshhUUUUh!” He held the phone out and sneezes away.  

Sniff. 

“Estoy enferma.” Sniff. 

 

“Lo siento, hermano. Chapo told me to call you.”

Sniiiiiiiiiff.

“Ah, I can’t make it to the farm today. Do you need me to send Don Neto?”  

 

“No, no. It’s fine. Forget about it.”

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3. Calls to Make, Plans to Cancel - Narcos Mexico, Félix Gallardo, Illness

 

“Hola.” Don Neto’s gruff voice greeted him. 

 

“Hola, Neto.” Félix’s unusually deep, hoarse voice responded. 

 

“Quien es este?” Neto asked suspiciously. He did not recognize the voice on the other end and did not like to receive calls from unknown people. 

 

“Neto, It’s Félix.”

 

“Félix! You don’t sound like yourself!”

 

“Yo se.” He stopped short to sneeze. They caught him off guard, and Neto heard them in their full, wet desperation. 

“HehEHhstHUUH! RESHHU!” He sniffed and said,

“Perdóneme Deto, estoy enferma.” 

 

Neto’s deep booming laugh cut him off. 

 

“‘Deto! ha!” He continued to laugh.

 “Aye” he sighed,

”Salud hermanito! Salud! Ah, no wonder you missed our meeting this morning.”

 

Félix coughed in response. His raw throat was not handling this much talking well. His voice got weaker and more gravely with each sentence. 

 

“Poor hermanito. Do you need anything?” Neto’s tone was a mixture of mild amusement and concern. 

 

“Sí. Meet with Bedjamínd for me. I also missed a meeting with him this borning. I don’t want everyone knowing I’m unwell.” He tried to enunciate each word properly but congestion still crept in. 

 

“Wise. Best not to show any weakness to the vultures. I’ll get back to you on what he wants. And I’ll send my son over with soup.”

 

“Neto! I’m fide . Don’t bother the poor kid.”

 

“Ha! ‘Fide!’ Go to sleep jefecito.”

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More translations

hermano - brother

Jefecito- little boss

 

Thats all for now folks! Feel absolutely free to request any gangster fandoms. I would love to be put onto some new gangsta shit. Always looking for more! Especially mafia!

[Tarkus]

My god, woman, you know I'm on that gangster shit, too.

I watched waaaaaaaaaaaay too many crime movies as a child. I swear my crime lord kink is on par with the fetish- it's terrible. I am all about the mid-90's crime films. Casino, Carlito's Way, Scarface, Heat, State of Grace, The Departed, all the Tarantino films, Donnie Brasco, GoodFellas, Mean Streets, ALL OF IT. I think it's just something to do with these powerful, controlling men placed in positions of vulnerability via illness or allergies- things that they will never be able to fully control, despite all their money and power. 

Now, I haven't watched Narcos... I need to, though. it's right up my alley. I need to get back into a lot of these fandoms, but I haven't watched any of these movies in quite a while. If you want to toss around ideas or fandoms, feel free to PM me, and we can see what we come up with. For now, I will say that I LOVE where these are going, and I am 100% in favor of powerful, domineering men coming undone because of a little cold. 

[Guest]

I must admit, this caught me off-guard , I love to read these little drabbles! It's kind of funny, because when I was reading it I got mixed up between the two languages a lot of times lmao.

 Also, sick, sniffly, mexican gangsta? That's totally what I didn't know I needed until I saw this, and I looooved the sneeze spellings.

17 hours ago, Lexi said:

Estoy enferma

Also also, not to hate on the story or anything, since your spanish was very well written, but "enferma" is a feminine pronoun, you should use "enfermo" for men. Just to correct that 

 I liked these! Are you going to write more?

[Lexi]

@EvaBloom I don’t take it as hate at all! Thanks for letting me know, I love to learn and improve. 

It makes me extremely happy to hear you say that my Spanish was well written so thank you so much! 

@Tarkus oh I know honey! I been reading your gansta shit for maaaad long!!! SWEET CHILE YOU HAVE GOOOOOOOT TO WATCH NARCOS AND NARCOS MEXICO. They are everythiiiiiiiing!!!

[angora48]

Resurrecting this thread because I'm jumping in WAY late on Narcos. I finished the original series and am about halfway through season 1 of Narcos: Mexico right now - I'm totally loving Félix. His style and approach to the cartel are so different from the narcos in the original series, he's a fascinating character to me. So, very belated thank you for these drabbles! You just know Félix would hate to have his careful routines and plans thrown out of whack by getting sick.

On 2/7/2019 at 1:43 AM, Lexi said:

“Perdóneme” Félix always sneeze twice. He was a man of routine and order and he always sneezed twice.

I loved this! So Félix!