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legoshi-plz · 3 years

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Spanking Headcanons (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Just something that randomly came to mind. Also I’ve seen the many heartwarming messages you all have sent as well as the requests and I can’t promise when I’ll get to the requests but I’ll try to be better about answering messages! 😭 Thank you all for being so patient with me, I hardly really use tumblr anymore so sometimes I forget to check on this blog and asks start to pile up but I still see them and they make me go 🥺🥺😭😭🥰🥰🥰

Pairing: Louis x Reader, Legoshi x Reader, Riz x Reader, Juno x Reader, Oguma x Reader

Reader is Gender Neutral!

Warning: Smut, NSFW 18+. Consensual Spanking, etc.

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Louis:

- So it’s well known that Louis can be a bit sporadic at times, especially when it comes to his mood. Sometimes things do get him irrationally angry and though he’d never hit you, he does use spanking as a form of communication when he’s upset with you.

- Sits in his large armchair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he calls you over. Pats his thighs and you already know where this is heading, assuming the position.

- His spanks start off moderate, even a little stiff. Small sting, while he finds his words, telling you how you’ve upset him, how your disobedience drove him to this. You bite your lip and remain silent except for short responses (can’t see this Louis as the type to be comfortable with you calling him ‘sir’ or ‘daddy’, so just a direct ‘yes’, ‘no’ etc. is fine with him.), trying to hide your anticipation of what’s next to come and the arousal bubbling in the lower pit of your abdomen.

- Once he’s said everything he has to say, then that’s when his hands begin to.... wander.

- His hand dips between your thighs and he feels how aroused you are instantly. His other hand is under your shirt, slowly rolling your sensitive nipple between his fingers, just enough to pebble them but not enough pressure to really get you off.

- He’ll have you trembling in his laps between spanks of increasing ferocity until he feels you’re wound up enough and then he just... stops.

- “That’s enough, you’re dismissed,” his own voice is strained and you can tell from the hard member pressing into your stomach that you aren’t the only one depraved.

- But when he stops, that’s when the real ‘punishment’ begins. Leaves you unbelievably horny and doesn’t fuck you until he feels you truly deserve it (usually the next day, his resolve isn’t that strong.)

Legoshi:

- Only spanks you because you like it. Found out you liked it by surprise. He was coming up behind you in the kitchen of your shared apartment (established couple AU) and landed a quick smack to your ass while he was half asleep. The half-gasp, half-moan you let out right after had him at full attention immediately.

- Will land a random smack on your ass while the two of you are cuddled up watching TV because he likes the way you jump slightly then snuggle into him more.

- Will also take full advantage of the access he has when you ride him and alternates between heavy taps to gripping your cheeks between his huge hands.

- He mostly does it to get your attention or, in the case of sex, for you to keep your eyes on him. Would never slap your ass hard enough to hurt but he is enamored by the response it garners from you and likes to explore that.

Riz:

- Shows your ass zero mercy.

- He’s naturally an ass man so he’s always on yours in some shape or form, whether that’s making you sit in his lap, massaging it while you lounge on top of him, or grinding into it in the early hours of the morning with his sleepy erection.

- Has a thing for the 69 position because he loves being about to finger you with your ass right in his face. Sometimes will even refuse to let you go down on him because he wants your full attention on the pleasure he’s giving you.

- Doesn’t spank for punishment unless you’re being completely unreasonable, and even then he only uses it as an excuse to get you over his lap because a few smacks in, he’s going straight to pleasuring you, seeing how many times he can get you off before you’re apologizing and begging him to stop.

- However, the few slaps he does get in HURT. He’s quite heavy handed and doesn’t know his own strength sometimes. You really have to tell him to slow down sometimes because he’s not always aware of it.

Juno:

- Completely into spanking when it comes to role play.

- Juno is a very thorough actress and she loves applying her skills to the bedroom. Naughty schoolgirl, sexy nurse, horny police officer, naive princess, you name it, you two have tried it in the bedroom.

- Juno is usually the one being spanked because she’s much better at staying in character and carrying the scene than you are however that doesn’t mean she doesn’t make you work for it. She’s pretty strong naturally so her pain tolerance is out of this world and she really likes you to push limits.

- That being said, she’s always up for being versatile and turning you into a blabbering mess over her knee. However, she’s so naturally good at doming that she always usually makes quick work of you. Though you don’t last long, she doesn’t mind. She’s more excited for the aftercare anyway!

Oguma:

- The King of Spanking. Something about this man just exudes power and he carries that same aura into the bedroom (or any place you two do it.)

- Very much the ‘stop and fuck you here right here, right now’ type. The two of you are in the kitchen? He’s pushing you against the counter, kicking your legs apart, and smacking your ass for you to take off your clothes. At a public venue? He’s dragging you to the nearest bathroom and fucking you within an inch of your life. But his favorite way to put you in your place is in his office.

- Will (dramatically) sweep everything off his desk and bend you over the cold mahogany wood, your ass exposed to him and gently brushing against his sizable erection.

- “Don’t think you can sweet talk your way out of this one.” Spanks you methodically just between the point of pain and pleasure. Makes you count each slap. Fingers your entrance mercilessly between spanks to rile you up but eventually allows you to cum.

- Once you’re all fucked out on his desk, he lifts you up and flips you over on your back. His member is hard as ever and leaking precum untouched. Proceeds to fuck you so profoundly, he nearly breaks his desk. Again.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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satan's little blessing.

MICHAEL ‘RIZ’ ARIZA. (x Taza Romero's daughter)

MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, oral sex (male receiving), language, mention of bodily fluids.

❝ a / n: a beautiful dream i had last night 😌 as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

Your intentions of preparing Riz a good breakfast and bringing it to bed are ruined when two arms are wrapped around you and a nose is sunk in your neck. You can't help but close your eyes gasping, turning around under his embrace, not needing much time to notice the lump beneath his black boxers. A week has passed since he left Santo Padre for a quick run, and two days since he came back but you had to attend your father. Today, he's all yours and you're all his. Your tongues find each other's out of your mouth, pushing yours to your cavity as you moan against his.

Riz's hands roam up your sides, raising the gems of the t-shirt you have stolen him too damn slowly, dragging his fingertips over your exposed skin as his caresses give you goosebumps. Your secret boyfriend loves to torture you after you've been teasing him with your hot messages during the whole trip. His lips don't have any rush either, tasting yours meticulously, while his fingers reach your hard nipples under the soft fabric. Riz pinches them shameless, drinking the moan you can't hold back, as he purrs in your mouth.

The bubble of heat you two are inside of is broken when his phone starts to ring somewhere around the living room. And you know he must reply to the call. He grunts resting his forehead on yours before placing a pissed kiss to leave you there, breathless and needed. It only takes him a couple of seconds to answer and come back to the kitchen. His face is priceless and by his gesture, you know who is at the other side of the line.

“What's up, brother?”

Brother. If only your father knew what his brother is doing (...). You lick your bottom lip mischievously, walking towards your boyfriend dangerously as he frowns confused because of your grimace.

“No, no, I just woke up, no worries”.

He goes backward until his body finds the nearest wall. He is scared. He can read your intentions on the feigned innocence appearing on your eyes. And you don't give him time to stop you, being already kneeled in front of him and pulling his boxers down.

“Yeah, no… I'm gonna stay at home today”.

Riz is sweating, bowing down his head to find your lustful orbs over his hard dick raised majestically to his abdomen. He tries to push you away with his free hand, gripping his wrist with your fingers to pin it to the wall by the side of his hips. Using the tip of your tongue you lick all his length —from the base to the reddened tip—, sucking only his head between your lips. You can see him closing his eyes, gulping a loud pleased moan as he tries to follow the conversation.

“(Y/N)...? No, I hav— haven't seen he— fuck”.

You don't let him finish his sentence, bobbing down your head until his glans is forcing your throat to beyond his limits.

“Yeah, ye— yeah, I just… hit my toe with the door frame”.

The gag he produces you gives him enough strength to free his hand and tangle it on your hair to push you back, begging in silence for you to stop. But you're not going to. God, you have missed him so much and you don't care who he is talking to or what he has to do. Rocking your head, you twirl your tongue around his hardness making some more pressure with your lips, while Riz is starting to have some struggles to breathe.

“Her bike…? Next to my house? Where ar— are you?”

You guess your father is at Vicky's like every Sunday morning. Your boyfriend's eyes widen open, having to bite his bottom lip when you slam his dick against the walls of your throat again. Your nose is pressed to his pelvis, your crystal eyes are on his scared ones and you're about to choke if it wasn't because you can notice the force he's doing to not moan again.

“Lemme… check if she's here. You know tha— that she hates to sleep alone in the ranch… and sometimes she co— comes here”.

Yeah, you sometimes come there. Freeing his cock but gripping it gently with your fingers to jerk him off, your mouth goes straight to his balls. You suck them and pull them back with no mercy, whilst the dance of your hand around his length becomes hasty. Riz is enduring like a champion, pretending he's walking through his house to try to find you.

“I don— don't know, Taza… I was too drunk when I… came home. I fell asleep on the so— sofa. Maybe she's in my bed”. Your boyfriend needs to pause briefly because of how good you look with his balls within your mouth, tasting him in all his splendor, running him out of words. “I'm… okay… I just have a fuckin' headache… Yeah, it's called hangover… thanks for your wisdom, brother”.

“Go check on her, idiot”.

You can feel his heated cock starting to twitch under your grip and you know he's really close. This is a new record. He isn't going to last not even a minute. The risk, the need, your warm mouth swallowing him and sucking his life out of his body is too much to handle at the same time.

“Okay, I'm… I'm… coming”. Riz gasp inappreciable for your father, but not for you.

“You don't have to tell me you're coming to your room. The fuck is wrong with you today?” You can hear your dad laughing at the other side of the phone, making you giggle because your boyfriend is really stupid sometimes.

As soon as your lips are blowing his dick down, increasing the pace of the swing of your head, the Mexican helps you to go a little faster to finish this torture you have put him into. But, God, he's not going to lie. He's enjoying it more than ever in his life. He can't put his eyes off from you, putting the speaker on to leave it over the dinner table to free his other hand —the one that lands by the side of the other. In silence, arching his back, Riz fucks your mouth. He fucks your mouth rough, quick, clumsily, abusing your lips and your throat now that he can go deeper.

Your saliva mixed with his pre-cum spills itself through the corner of your lips, trying to breathe by your nostrils while your crystal eyes continue glued to his darkest orb, letting him use you at his will.

“Is she there or not? Your house isn't that big”.

“Yeah, wa— wait. I was checking the guests' room”. Riz lies, not holding his orgasm for any longer.

He closes his eyelids strongly, opening his mouth as much as he can because of the pleasure of exploding inside of your mouth, pressing your face against his pelvis as much as he can. Gladly choking you on his bittersweet cum to punish you for playing with him like that.

“Satan's little blessing is here”. Your boyfriend pants unconsciously, resting his head against the wall gulping a new silent grunt.

“Send me a picture”.

Riz looks at you almost panicking. That petition has turned him off completely, letting you go. Your cheeks are burning because of the effort. Your chin, your neck, your shirt (...), wherever he looks at your boyfriend can see part of his cum and your saliva. The less you have couldn't swallow. But you're not worried at all, collecting it with your fingers to suck them clean under his attentive horrified glance.

“Okay, you, ah… lemme hang up and I wil—”.

“You don't need to hang up to send me a picture”.

“I'm a man! I can't do two thiNGS AT ONCE”.

“Fucking relax, brother. You're gonna wake her up”.

Because you aren't enough awake yet.

“Forget it. You're dumb as fuck, Ariza, I swear it. Can't understand the hell has seen my daughter on you”.

“You said what?”

Standing up as you clean your mouth on your shirt, you raise both eyebrows about to break in laughs. Is that pretty obvious? Does he really know what happens between the two of you?

“I know my kid better than she knows herself. And you… you… you're dumb as fuck, man”. Taza repeats trying to not chuckle. “You fuckin' drool wherever she walks by”.

“I don't kn—”.

“Prepare her breakfast. Satan's little blessing needs coffee when she wakes up”.

Riz can't reply. Your father hangs up laughing, as he watches you cross your arms over your chest.

“Do you… refer to me like Satan's little blessing all the time?”

“You're not a fucking angel, mi amor”. He scoffs putting on his boxers, squinting at you.

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beetlethebug · 3 years

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The Bad Boys™ in Corsets

Fabian: Fabian loves it. He loves the Drama™ . He wears those fancy pirate shirts and ripped skinny jeans and will strut around Aguefort like a goddamn peacock. He owns some that cost more than Riz’s monthly rent. He dances now, baby! Toxic masculinity is dead. He is going to wear a corset and he’s going to make sure you know how sexy he is wearing it. Cathilda and Adaine are probably the only people he trusts to lace him up (he let Gorgug do it once and it was too loose; Fig tried and nearly broke one of his ribs; Riz and Kristen are uncharted territory and he’s a little afraid to let them try). Gorgug: The first time he wears it is because Fig peer pressures him into wearing one for a magazine shoot. He feels really awkward in it but Zelda jumps him as soon as the photos are released. This may also have been due in part to a video Fig took of Gorgug raging so hard he literally popped the lacing and seams of the corset. He is so shy so he’s constantly hunched over so he wears one for the back support lol. He’ll wear one underneath a giant hoodie when the Bad Kids are having a day where they’re just being teenagers. Fig and Garthy teamed up to make him an Orcish inspired one; Fig also teamed up with the Thistlesprings to make a Gnomish inspired one for him. At her girlfriend’s insistence Ayda is researching a rage-proof corset fitting for the Greatest Wizard of Their Age. Most of his are plain or floral patterned, though.

Riz: He would either love it or hate it. The more masculine vest-type corsets fit very well with his detective/fancy-boy aesthetic he has going on, but as a rogue he needs to be able to move his body in ways that might dislocate other people’s bones. When he wears it he is All Business. You know how some people put on an outfit and embody it’s personality? That’s Riz with a corset. He becomes absolutely insufferable. He is a man on a mission and will interrogate anyone and everyone who has any information about his current case. He is also now powerful and professional enough to shoot off your fingers one-by-one if you refuse him (not that he needed the additional support to do that). Riz also has no care for social expectations so the minute his corset starts to bother him he will start taking it off and throw it at the nearest Bad Kid to hold (it’s usually Kristen and it usually hits her in the face)

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littlekatleaf · 3 years

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The Dreams in Which I'm Dying

Well wtf, it's a new fandom for me. Unexpected! I started watching D/imension20 RPGs and fell in love with F/abian Seacaster and G/arthy O'Brien from F/antasy H/igh and P/irates of L/eviathan. This takes place 20 years after the events of the games.

And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I’m dying Are the best I’ve ever had. ~ Tears for Fears, Mad World

It begins with nightmares - dark, heavy things Fabian doesn’t remember on waking. At least, not the first few nights. He’s left with nothing more than vague shadows and a lingering sense of unease. Everything seems wrong - his apartment simultaneously too big and claustrophobically small. He’s suffused with restlessness. He knows something’s coming, like a squall brewing just beyond the horizon. He might not be able to see the gathering clouds, but feels the barometric pressure plummeting.

At first he attempts to dance out of the way - to dodge and evade - but the dread wraps around him like his own battle sheet, tangling him tight. He tries to ignore the tension singing along his shoulders, the constant twist in his gut. It’s nothing, he tells himself, less than nothing. There’s no time for it to be something. Rumor has it the ship carrying one of the last pirates of the Crimson Claw will reach the mouth of Leviathan in mere days. If he’s going to meet it, he needs to pull together a party. Barely enough time remains to cement plans once he knows the group’s strengths and weaknesses.

As he paces his living room, trying to outrun the apprehension, Fabian’s eye is caught by a piece of red string, like Riz always used in his conspiracy boards. In that instant he longs for them. The Bad Kids. No matter how many years passed since any of them were kids, it’s still at the heart of who they are. (Isn’t it?) They fit together in their roles. Like that movie Kristen made them all watch once - a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess and a criminal. The others had bickered good naturedly over roles that night - specifically who was the basket case. Kristen joked it was Gilear. Ragh said it was her. Fabian didn't need to argue because he knew the truth - Riz was the brain, Gorgug the athlete, Adaine the princess, Fig the criminal, Kristen the saint. Himself the basket case. Even in all the intervening years, he’s never found a group that connects as well as they had, before they all went their separate ways. Even if they hadn’t lost touch, none of the others adventure anymore. In their absence he needs to choose alternatives, like he always does, attempting to fill the holes they left behind - and failing.

He picks up his crystal, turning it over in his hands. The group chat is saved, they are all still members, but no one has used it in years. Maybe he’s wrong; maybe he needs to let them go.

He knows there’s no time for self-indulgence. But he still stalls, the trepidation casting a fog of doubt over every option. He cannot decide on even one person to trust. Perhaps this time he should go alone. He can defeat one single pirate himself. The rest - crew and spoils alike - is irrelevant. The Maelstrom’s Maw will likely bring in the boat and then he can attack. He rubs his forehead against a growing headache and puts the decision off again.

Two nights pass, with only the lightest veil of sleep and even that torn by disquiet. The intervening days feel equally foggy with a mix of exhaustion and dread. Fabian drags himself through the necessary tasks by his fingernails until he’s done everything he can without a crew. A crew on which he still has not managed to settle. In the midst of circling the problem for the five hundredth, or five thousandth, time his crystal flashes an alert. The ship’s been sighted just a few nautical miles off Harroway Bay and will reach Leviathan before dawn. He’s waited too long, he realizes. It will be a solo adventure, then. Nothing else for it.

Fabian knows, almost from the moment he engages, that he’s made a deep mistake attempting the attack this way. Though he comes upon the pirate in the dead of night, alone as planned, he hadn’t considered that the pirate’s shipmates might still be within earshot. His blade only crosses the pirate’s once before he hears heavy boots closing fast.

The pirate thrusts and he manages to parry, but only just. His body feels strange and disconnected, as though he’s a half-beat behind in the dance, perpetually off-step. The pirate presses his advantage; Fabian retreats. Suddenly there’s a flash of light on another drawn sword and several more pirates surround him. At his best he can handle eight, maybe ten. He is not at his best, and light from the streetlamp falls on fifteen.

The pirate grins. “Yer goin’ down, boy.”

“Not a boy anymore.” At least he’ll die in battle, and if he’s very lucky he’ll take this scourge to hell with him. Make his papa proud.

“That remains to be seen,” another says.

The battle is fierce. Swords clash, lunge and dodge, strike-parry-riposte, movements Fabian knows in his sleep, but something is wrong. His body won’t obey. His lungs ache and he can’t catch his breath. Sweat drips into his eye, burning. And then - an opening - the pirate attacking leaves his flank unguarded and Fabian darts in fast - too fast to pull back when he realizes it’s a feint.

I’m fucked, he has time to think, as the pirate whirls. A sharp blow cracks across his elbow, his fingers go numb and his sword falls, clattering to the cobblestone. One of the crew kicks the back of his knees and he stumbles forward and drops. He grabs for his sword, but just as his hand closes around it, the point of the pirate’s sword is at his throat. Should have known it would end this way. Alone. On Leviathan. Fitting for it to be here, tonight - on the anniversary. The way it should have ended if he hadn’t run like a coward, abandoning Alistair to Captain James. Fabian fumbles in his pocket for his crystal, wishing for just enough time to send a last message to the Bad Kids. “Do it,” he says from between gritted teeth.

The pirate barks a laugh, but shakes his head. “Ain’t worth the world o’ hurt that would bring down on me head, boy. Chungledown Bim’s a right devil and yer marked as his. Can’t let ya follow for another go at me, though this has been a delight.”

A brilliant flash of pain blinds him. The crystal slides through his fingers. He falls… and falls… and falls…

through ropes that burn his skin and do nothing to slow his speed and his body hits water that closes over his head like he’s been swallowed whole and still he falls through freezing darkness until the ocean parts and he falls through fire and the flames crackle and whisper - What will you tell the Captain when you meet him in Hell? Have you written your name on the face of the world, Fabian? No, you have written nothing. Nothing to be remembered by. Even your friends have forgotten you. How does it feel to be a failure of a pirate and a failure of a friend? the whisper turns to choking smoke and

Fabian coughs himself awake, lungs aching like he’s been breathing water and smoke, but he still lays where he’d fallen, in some Four Castles back alley. His body’s not been hijacked. Not dropped here by imps. He blinks up at the sky for a long moment, struggling to orient himself. The sky is heavy with clouds, hiding even a sliver of moon. Fat drops of rain pelt down, edged with ice. He blinks the water from his eye and pushes himself to his feet. Once again he staggers through the streets of Leviathan, shivering hard enough to rattle teeth. This time, however, there’s no Cathilda to wrap him in a blanket, no Hangvan to disappear into. No Kristen to slap sense back into him. He wraps his arms around himself, but the rain soaks his shirt and finds no warmth.

Those he passes take no notice of him, perhaps assuming he’s nothing more than another drunken pirate. Even so, he needs to find a place to lay low. Given enough time someone will roll him just to see if he has any coin. Or simply for the fun of it. He’s not even sure, at this moment, that he could defend himself against a single assailant. His head aches where the pirate hit him and his throat is unaccountably raw. Then, as if to add insult to injury, he sneezes. Once, twice, thrice, smothered in the sleeve of his shirt. He always sneezes in threes. Riz teased him mercilessly about it.

“If you’d just sneeze like a normal person, instead of those pinchy things, you’d be done in one, Fabiahn,” Riz would say, drawing his name out like his elvish grandfather did.

“It’s called being polite, The Ball,” he’d reply. “And what do you know about normal?”

“About as much as you.”

They’d laugh together and Fabian’s embarrassment would ease. He would give anything for Riz to be laughing with him now.

Suddenly a door slams open and a wash of warm yellow light spills over the ground in front of him. He glances up. Maybe Kristen sent Cassandra to watch over him, because his meandering path has brought him to the Gold Gardens. The exiting patron brushes past with a muttered curse, but Fabian barely notices. As the doors swing shut, Bob’s voice slips through, full of dream and promise. Fabian checks his pockets and breathes a sigh of relief at the comforting feel of coin.

He stands straighter, raises his chin, allowing the light to fall on his face, scars and eyepatch and all, as the Goliath guard regards him suspiciously. Though it has been some time since he’s been on Leviathan and longer since he’s sought refuge at the Gold Gardens, he trusts the reputation he’s built in the intervening years yet holds. “Good evening. I find myself in need of a room for the night,” he says. “I have payment.”

The other guard, a half-orc he vaguely recognizes from previous visits, turns to him. Her face betrays no reaction to his disheveled state. It’s likely that she’s seen worse. “Ah, Master Seacaster. Garthy O’Brien has made it known there is always room for you here. Please, enter.”

Fabian sketches a small bow. The doors swing wide and the heat that flows out and envelops him is nearly as heavenly as Bob’s voice. But the change in temperature makes his nose run. He sniffs, presses the back of his wrist against the tickling itch, but can’t stop the inevitable. He’s barely inside before he’s sneezing again and wishing for something other than his sleeve to cover with. “H’tchsh! Chh! H’tsh!” He hopes the music and general merriment of the patrons is enough to hide the slight sound, but of course he is noticed.

“Blessings, Fabian, darling. Are you ill?” Garthy touches his shoulder gently and before he can stop himself, Fabian flinches away. His skin feels too tight, even the light pressure too much sensation. They take a step back, one hand raised in a calming gesture.

“I beg your pardon, Garthy,” Fabian says, attempting his usual charming smile. He’s not sure he pulls it off, because a small frown of concern still lingers between their brows. Somehow the expression does nothing to mar their beauty; the proprietor of the Gold Gardens is exquisite as always, the few silver threads in their black dreads the only indicator of years passing. “I’m fine. Just a little chilled from the rain. And you, my friend, are a sight for sore eyes. Eye.” His mouth quirks. “Might there be a room for a traveler seeking shelter from the storm?”

Garthy considers him for a long moment, gaze intent. Fabian resists the urge to look away, to avoid scrutiny. It’ll only make them more suspicious. He concentrates on keeping his expression vaguely flirtatious, his stance loose and easy. At last Garthy gives the smallest nod, allowing him his ruse. “I have told you before, lovey, you are always welcome here. You and yours. Come.” They turn down a hallway and Fabian follows.

Bob’s voice, the rattle of dice, the din of too much conversation fade and Fabian releases a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. The Bad Kids always stayed in a room just off the main parlor, right in the midst of the action. Fig and Gorgug would take over for the house band and practically blow the roof off. Kristen would try to outdrink that biggest pirate she could find, and usually ended up drunk-best-friends with everyone. If Tracker had to pull her out of a fight or two, well, that just kept things interesting. Ragh and Fabian would drink too much mead and take too much snuff and Ragh would challenge the wrong people to wrestling matches and Fabian would beat the wrong people at dice and sometimes fists would be thrown. Good naturedly, of course. Adaine would watch them all over the spine of a book from the Compass Points and shake her head. Sometimes she had to heal one or another of them, but she never seemed to mind. Riz would disappear into the crowd for indeterminate amounts of time, only to suddenly appear at their table with a sharp-toothed grin and clues to whatever mystery they were trying to solve that he’d gleaned from overheard conversations. Fig and Kristen, especially, never wanted the nights to end. Sometime around dawn, though, Kristen and Tracker would peel off, followed by Fig and Ayda. The rest of them shared a room, Fabian, Riz, Gorgug, and Ragh all sprawled on a huge bed while Adaine tranced on a chaise nearby. Somehow Fabian slept better those nights than before or since, even though the room was never peaceful, or silent. Ragh and Gorgug snored. Adaine muttered to herself in her trance. Riz, when he slept, was restless, taking up more room than a three and a half foot tall goblin should. When he didn’t, his pen would scratch across his notebook for hours. None of it ever bothered Fabian.

A door creaks open, startling Fabian out of his thoughts. The room Garthy offers is a small and simply furnished space, just a bed, desk, and fireplace. Fabian crosses the room to a large window and looks out over the edge of the city to the black ocean beyond. It’s still raining, drops pattering against the pane. He should say something to Garthy. Thank them for the room, make a joke about another Leviathan brawl gone badly. He can’t find the words. Any words.

“Would you like something to eat? Or perhaps a warm drink?” Garthy’s voice is quiet, as though they might be intruding.

“No, thank you,” he says. Kippers, Master Fabian? Cathilda’s voice in his head. I don’t deserve kippers. He didn’t. Doesn’t. Twenty men dead. Twenty innocent men. Worst of all, Alistair Ash. Still a child. Dead because he needed to prove that he was a true pirate, heir to his father’s fame. That he is worthy. Instead he left Alistair to the fate that should have been his. He rubs his hand over his eye as though he could rub away the ache. The failure.

Garthy whispers something Fabian doesn’t catch, and flames rise in the hearth, hot and bright, crackling cheerfully. “At least let me take your wet things,” they say. “You’re shaking.”

He hadn’t realized how cold he still feels, despite being out of the wind and rain, until Garthy points it out. He takes a breath to declare, again, that he’s fine, but a chill cascades over him, followed by several sneezes, instantly proving him wrong. “H’ngxt! Fuck. H’Ntch! Ngxt!” He straightens and Garthy offers a handkerchief. Abashed, he takes it, blows his nose. “Pardon me.” Before he can gather himself, he’s overtaken again. At least this time he has a handkerchief to mute the sound. The sneezes shiver through him hard enough to send drops of rain spattering from his hair.

“Bless you, darling.” Garthy draws him closer to the fire. With deft fingers they undress him, peeling sodden clothes from his body, then wrap him in a thick robe. He doesn’t resist, suddenly beyond exhausted. Everything feels like it’s happening at a distance. Or maybe through a pane of glass. “Come, have a lay down. Things’ll look better in the morning.”

Fabian nods, even though he’s certain things will look just the same. He barely slides between the sheets when his eye drifts closed. He feels the bed dip slightly as Garthy sits beside him and, seeking warmth, he curls close. They smell spicy and sweet, like cinnamon and sandalwood and orange blossoms. Garthy curves a hand over his forehead. It’s strangely comforting and he wants to bury his face in Garthy’s hair, but instead he drifts out and out and…

floats in a strange grey emptiness. He can only identify his surroundings by absence. No color. No sound. No touch. He thinks he lifts his hands, or tries to lift his hands, or what should be his hands, but there’s nothing. He tries to look down, what he might assume is down, only to find no body. Nothing. It’s like the Nightmare Forest, but worse because they defeated the Nightmare King. They defeated Kalina. Which means this must be real. This nought. Of course no one reaches out… you don’t exist.You never existed. You are not even memory. You are a nonentity. A nullity. He opens his mouth to argue, but there’s no mouth, no vocal cords, no lungs, no breath. No words. No thoughts. Just deep, endless cold. Bone aching cold, if he had bones.

“...safe…You’re all right. Wake up, Fabian, love.” Garthy’s voice coalesces from the cold, at first sounding sharp as ice breaking. But they know his name, beckon him back into form by shaping the word. “Come on, darling. You’re dreaming.”

“Should’ve left me; felt better there. Nothing hurts when you don’t have a body,” he mumbles, and even though he has vocal cords again, he sounds nothing like himself. He clears his throat, sniffs.

Garthy laughs, low and kind. “Let me help you feel better, here in your body.” They cup his cheek gently, then urge him up and through a door to a bathing chamber.

A large bathtub stands in the center of the room, steam rising in soft curls. It is surrounded with dozens of candles and in their light Garthy glows, irises and tattoos molten gold. Fabian reaches for them, hesitantly. As if touching them might dim their shine. They smile tenderly, allowing him to trace the Zajiri script, the flowers and leaves with one tentative finger. He wonders what the writing might mean. Their skin is soft under Fabian’s own calloused hands. He longs for Garthy to wrap their arms around him, to hold him close until his shivering stops, until he’s finally warm. He doesn’t know how to ask.

Instead he moves back, putting a bit of distance between them. “I’m not w…” he starts to say, but an unexpected set of sneezes interrupts and he only just manages to pull the handkerchief from his robe pocket. “Ht’ngxt! Heh...ihh… Nxgt! H’tchh!”

“Not well?” Garthy suggests, steadying him. “Blessings.”

Heat rises in Fabian’s cheeks and he coughs a laugh. “That either. But no.” He gestures broadly, including the room, the bath, Garthy themself. “Not worth this.”

Garthy tilts their head with a puzzled frown. “Oh, lovey, of course you are.” They press one finger to Fabian’s lips before he can continue arguing. “Shh. It’s all right.” They take Fabian’s elbow, guiding him into the bath.

Fabian sinks into the heat with a deep sigh as his muscles begin to relax. He slides down, submerging himself completely in warm darkness. The water closes over his face; he rests his head on the bottom of the tub, and the only thing he hears is the thump of his own heart in his ears, still beating, beating, beating. At last his breath runs out and he surfaces with a gasp.

Gathy’s pulled a stool up beside the bath and as Fabian wipes water out of his eye, they wet a cloth and begin to wash his back, humming quietly. The soap smells of eucalyptus and peppermint, cool and clean. Fabian shivers once, and only slowly eases into the touch, closing his eye as Garthy washes his hair, gently working his fingers over his scalp. A memory rises, unbidden - himself, in the bath, he can’t be more than five and he’s sobbing. His papa is away, his mama asleep in her room even though it’s not even dark outside and he’s sick and scared. But then Cathilda’s there, as she always is, and she’s cleaning him up and humming a lullaby. Tears rise now, before he can stop them, dripping into the water.

“What’s distressing you, love?” Garthy asks.

It takes him several minutes to gather his thoughts; they feel ephemeral as clouds floating through his mind. “It’s been twenty years, Garthy. Shouldn’t it have faded?” He coughs, trying to clear the lump in his throat. “I still see them, you know. My father’s warlocks.” He presses the heels of his palms against his eye sockets. Breathe, he tells himself.

Garthy hums a listening noise.

“I shouldn’t have gone alone that night. I just wanted a moment in Crow’s Keep - we’d gone there together, my papa and I. When I was little. It was the one time Mama got angry at him, for bringing me to Leviathan, when he wasn’t supposed to be interacting with pirates. But he’d taken me up to watch the sun rise. He said he’d bring me to the top of the world, that we could touch the clouds. If I was lucky, I might even bring some home in my pockets…

“He gave me cotton candy, told me it was one he’d harvested himself. I’d never imagined clouds tasted so sweet…” he licks his lips, remembering how the candy had melted on his tongue, just like a rain cloud.

“I thought, maybe… somehow… if I spoke to him from the top of the world, he might hear me.” Fabian laughs at himself, coughs on a sob but manages to swallow it back. “Of course, Papa wasn’t listening. He was busy taking over Hell and selling spells to pirates. Always on to a bigger adventure, even in death.

“When the warlocks came, I let myself get swept up. Figuratively, as well as literally. I told them about Papa. About what I’d done… and it wasn’t enough. I killed him and it wasn’t enough.” He takes a ragged breath and Garthy rubs his back in slow circles. “I thought we could take Captain James. I thought I could take Captain James. It would make up for… everything.” He sucks in another breath, on the edge of desperation. He can’t get enough air. When he blinks, he feels Whitclaw’s tentacles on his face, cold fingers gripping him tight, raw hatred pulsing in the air between them.

“It went so fast. So fast. If I didn’t run… if I didn’t… he would have killed me… with the others. I didn’t stop to think, I didn’t even grab Alistair and he was fighting for me. I abandoned him… and I didn’t die, but he did. Because I fucked up.” Fabian sits in silence for several minutes, jaw clenched, struggling to breathe and not cry.

“I thought the guilt would fade,” he finally says, voice rough and not much above a whisper. “I thought the good I’ve done since would make up for it. I thought the adventures I had with the Bad Kids would make up for it. But it hasn’t. It doesn’t. And they’re gone… I thought killing the last of Whitclaw’s men would be penance. But I fucked that up, too.”

The only sound for a long moment is the rain on the roof, thunder rolling in the distance. Then Fabian takes a breath like he’s about to dive into the ocean and turns to face Garthy. “Am I forgivable?”

“Oh my darling Fabian. Of course you are. You are already forgiven.” They lean forward and brush the lightest kiss across his lips. “Yes, dire mistakes were made. And you have repented of those mistakes, and made reparations. You did not follow in your father’s footsteps; you found your own way. You have made a good man of yourself. You help those who are in need. You do not take advantage of anyone. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. Tales of your deeds are not spoken of as widely as Captain Bill Seacaster, but I have heard them nonetheless. Be proud of who you have become, Fabian Aramais Seacaster. And you should know that Alistair Ash lives again.”

A warm breeze whirls through the room and the candles suddenly go out. It’s as though the light has been transmuted into a seed of hope in Fabian, gold as the irises of Garthy’s eyes. Back in bed, Fabian curls into Garthy and they wrap their arms around him, holding tight until his trembling passes.

#snezfic

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capybart · 3 years

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listen,, i KNOW i never shut up about fantasy high and the bad kids relationships and specifically fabian and riz’s friendship but like!!! i think about it and how through the lense of the show it hits so realistically brutal bc like they are best friends but also!! like i KNOW it’s a joke okay but in the beginning of sophomore year right on their first day of spring break when they’re chilling in mordred manor and being ridiculous teens, it IS implied that riz and fabian have kinda become best friends in between seasons!! like the joke about ‘ive been spending too much time w the ball’ when fabian starts to do some chicken dance or when he mentions how ‘the ball always picks up on the first ring’ implying that he calls him, and riz also having the friendship necklace and making a big point at the beginning of the season to say like ‘we’re all best friends but fabian and i are BEST friends’.

and it’s like. if that’s true then it makes me wonder about how their friendship has been over the past year if they’ve started hanging out more? especially bc fabian says “oh, yes, oh, [i saw gilear disguised as me] talking about how much I love The Ball, how much me and The Ball hang out, which is partially true... but I don't like to put it out there in a big way, The Ball.” and it’s a funny joke but also i absolutely would buy that fabian, even though he def has grown and does truly love his friends, also in sophomore year at school probably wouldn’t want to be associated w riz beyond them being in the same adventuring party. and i say this loving fabian so much!! but i could see him making up lies about doing things after school to cover up if he and riz were going to hang out. it’s such a common realistic thing that it kills me, because like the high school pressure to not be associated w the weird kids is a real thing! and it really sucks! and i think that fabian, someone who was raised w the goal of being great/ carrying on a legacy and who lost his father recently would, whether out of fear or habit, maybe do that shitty high school thing.

ofc this isn’t to say that he doesn’t care about riz bc he does, he cares about all the bad kids, and imo i do think that fabian really connected w riz over their shared experience of losing a dad that they saw in a positive light. but (pre leviathan especially) fabian still did have so much anxiety and focus on status and proving that he was great and worthy and someone who only hung out with the poor weird nerdy newboys-cap-wearing goblin kid because they’re in the same adventuring party (and not because he finds him fun to be around in a casual setting when there are no mysteries to be solved or dragons to be slayed.)

#am i looking too deep?! absolutely #also i want to say this isn’t a critique of fabian as a character because i love how #his flaws involve fears of not measuring up to his family legacy #and that he won’t be able to justify his parent’s sacrifices to raise him in a place they didn’t really want to live #so he puts so much attention on being seen as someone cool and strong and good #fantasy high #og

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enamoured-x · 4 years

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#25 with mr. angel OR ezekiel reyes, i’m leaving that up to you maybe it’s set a couple months after a break up and like the reader ends up going to riz’s birthday party and the reader reveals she is seeing someone blah blah blah CUT TO a somewhat heated argument and reader goes, “you do realise there’s dick and tongue that’s better than yours right? maybe i’ve found it.” NOW- WBK the inner brat creeped out.

I felt like the quote definitely fit better with Angel. Enjoy! (gif not mine)

Warnings: NSFW

Ending things with Angel was for the best. At least that’s what you told yourself when you found yourself thinking about him throughout the days after your breakup. It had been three months since you broke it off with him. It just wasn’t working out. You loved him, you really did. But he kept his secrets and it was weighing heavily on your relationship. You struggled to trust him. The days sucked when you realized he had to go to Mexico for a while and it sucked even more when you heard he had been getting close with some woman over there. You were always keen on communication so you brought it up to him and he assured you nothing was going on. And you believed him. Because you knew Angel loved you. But you didn’t think that love was enough to make you stay and put you through more restless nights and more lies told straight to your face. Club business was one thing but you felt him pulling away. You felt like he wasn’t all in like you were anymore. So you left him. It hurt like hell walking away from him. But you weren’t going to live that way anymore. Things didn’t change, if they did you would’ve made it work but it seemed like Angel didn’t care to make it work anymore. He didn’t let you leave without a fight though. Begging to make it better, begging for you to stay. But you needed him to know you were serious and besides, you had heard that shit before. He would have to learn the hard way. And if this space didn’t open his eyes, then maybe it was just better to be separated.

Three months. Three months without Angel and it took you two to start seeing someone again. He was a sweet guy and he made you smile. It seemed you had a type, your friends making comments about how you couldn’t stay away from men covered in ink and smooth words falling from their lips. Mike was cool though. You enjoyed spending time with him and the sex was pretty great. You weren’t exactly together but it wasn’t too casual either. But regardless of how happy you felt with him, you couldn’t help but think of how much happier you were with Angel. At least until he started to pull away. But you tried to make it work with Mike. At least you tried.

You were still very much close to the club. The guys were your best friends and despite your break up with Angel, you still hung out with them and saw them often. Angel wasn’t going to keep you from them. When Coco invited you to Riz’s birthday party at the clubhouse, you said yes without a second thought. You loved Riz and of course you’d be there to celebrate. You debated inviting Mike figuring it wouldn’t hurt to introduce him to your friends. But he had work and you took it as a sign that it was better to just show up solo. Who knew what trouble would stir up if you brought Mike.

“Hey, birthday boy.” You said to Riz as you walk into the clubhouse and walk over to him. He smiled brightly and pulled you in for a hug.

“You made it!” He said.

“Of course! And I brought you a present.” You held up the box and he took it from you.

“Thank you, mami. You didn’t have to do that.” You shrugged at his words.

Bishop and Taza pulled you into hugs as they had been standing around with Riz.

You talked to them for a few moments before making your way over to Coco and Gilly. They greeted you with hugs as well. Angel was talking to Ez by the bar but you could feel his eyes on you. You always made it a point to just ignore him when you visited the clubhouse. Ez walked over to say hi and hand you a beer. You thanked him with a hug and he went back to Angel.

“So, how’s the boyfriend?” Coco asked and you nearly choked on your beer.

“My what?”

“That man you’ve been seeing. It’s a small town, people talk.” You groaned at Gilly’s words. People needed to mind their own damn business. You realized what this meant. Angel knew about him.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You said and took another sip of your beer. You thought about how you were going to bring him tonight, it definitely wouldn’t have been a surprise to them.

“So what? You two just fucking?” Coco asked with a smirk. Before you could answer, Angel walked up.

“Talking about your boy toy?” Angel asked. He had seen better days and you knew you were the reason for that. No, actually he was the reason for that. But he still tried to hide it behind his cocky smirk.

“So what is he to you?” Gilly asked. As close as you were to them, you knew ultimately their loyalties lied with Angel. And you couldn’t really ever be mad at them for that.

“He’s… it’s complicated.” You didn’t know why you were entertaining these questions. You can’t believe you were gonna bring him if you simply couldn’t handle mere questions about him.

“You either fucking him or you ain’t.” Angel said and you couldn’t help but bite back.

“I am.” You couldn’t help yourself. Angel didn’t need to know who you were or were not fucking but he was pissing you off and you wanted to wipe that damn smirk off his face.

Coco and Gilly seemed to take that as their cue to leave, leaving you with Angel.

“You’re quick, mami. It’s only been a few months and already you’re giving it up to some other man.” Your jaw clenched at his words. How dare he.

“Like you haven’t fucked anyone since we broke up.” You countered.

“I haven’t. Because I fucking love you. And I know you love me, I know one of these days you’re going to come crawling back to me. No one makes you feel like I do.” You were shaking with anger now.

“You do realize there’s dick and tongue that’s better than yours right? Maybe I’ve found it.” You hated that you reminded yourself that it wasn’t true. No one had made you feel like Angel. Although to you, it was clearly a lie, he was seething.

“What did you just say?” You knew that voice. The voice he usually used with you when you were testing him and he was close to putting you across his lap. You didn’t know what to do with the fact that you were actually starting to get turned on.

“You heard me.” You still couldn’t help but be that brat you always were when he got like this.

“Nah, I don’t think I did. Because I know for a fucking fact no one can make you come like I can.” he was only pissing you off further. For the sole reason that he was right.

“Mike can, better even.” His stare was murderous now. Before you knew it he was grabbing your wrist and dragging you outside. You didn’t protest, not wanting to make a scene in front of everyone and ruin Riz’s party. You figured you should’ve been having this argument outside anyways. Once you got outside he didn’t stop when you got onto the porch. He dragged you to the side of the house and pushed you against the wall.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You asked as you pushed his chest.

“My fucking problem is your lies.”

“Oh, that’s fucking rich.” He had no right to talk to you about lying when lying was what drove a wedge between you two.

“Don’t fucking start with me, mami.” He pointed at you. You slapped his hand away and next thing you knew his hand was around your throat, shoving you back up against the side of the house. Your breath hitched. It had been a long time since his hands were around your throat, you were sure it was your greatest sin to have missed it as much as you did.

“Don’t. You’re fucking pushing me. As bratty as ever.” His breath fanned your lips. You clenched your thighs. You missed him. You missed him bossing you around and you missed him touching you. You hated that you wanted to give in.

“You like me bratty.” You argued. You felt yourself slowly slipping back into rhythm with him.

“I like you fucking listening to me. I like your mouth wrapped around my cock instead of fucking talking back.”

“Is that what you want, Angel?” Your tone had him squeezing your throat. You bit your lip and let out a little moan. That was enough for Angel to realize he had you where he wanted you.

“Get on your knees.” He released your throat and backed up an inch. And there you were, sliding to your knees for him.

He cursed under his breath as he quickly undid his pants and got out his cock. He was already hard and ready.

“Do what you do best.” He said before you started to stroke him and lick his tip.

“Fuck…” He placed a hand on the wall behind you as he looked down at you. You licked up his length, teasing the tip as you placed open mouthed kisses on him. He grabbed your hair with his other hand and urged you forward. You let him as you finally took him into your mouth. You met his eye as you placed your hands on your thighs. Your signal for him to take what he wanted.

“Tap if you need me to stop.” Is all he said before he shoved himself down your throat. You gagged but tried to control it as he started thrusting into your mouth.

“Fuck, mami. Always so good for me.” He groaned.

You tried to get him closer as you met his thrusts. You moaned around him and his thrusts faltered.

“I’m gonna come. You gonna swallow for me like a good girl?” He continued using your throat. Spit now collected around your mouth and dripping down your chin. You hummed in response to his question.

“God, you look so beautiful like this.” He said before he pulled you forward to take him all in as he thrusted deep a few more times before finally coating your throat with his come. You gagged as he finally pulled out. You swallowed. He caught his breath before he tucked himself back in his pants. He then helped you off the ground, your knees aching from the release of pressure on them. He took out his bandana from his back pocket and handed it to you. You wiped your mouth.

“I’ve missed that mouth.” He said as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip. You stayed quiet, not sure what to say. You gave in to him. You wanted to. And damn did you miss him.

“I don’t have to prove that I can make you come better than he can. Because you know I can. I also don’t have to prove that I can love you better than he can. Because you know that too. But I will prove that I deserve your love. Please come back to me, mami.” You weren’t expecting his words. He cupped your face and you placed your hands over his. Not to move them but to keep them there, to press them further against your skin.

“Angel…” He didn’t let you talk.

“I know I fucked up but I’ll do everything I can to get you to trust me again. Everything, mi amor. Just give me another chance here.”

“Okay.” He pulled you in for a kiss after the words left your lips. His tongue immediately making its way into your mouth.

“Never letting you go again.”

And he never did.

#angel reyes x you #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes #mayans mc

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cactusnymph · 3 years

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Prompt fill #10 for @dimension20alphabet:

Jitters / Joy

One of the most important lessons Gorgug has learned from his parents is to always talk about his feelings—not necessarily with his parents, but with someone, maybe even anyone, especially if it was something that makes him feel bad.

Gorgug learned that his parents are usually right about stuff like this when he simply gave up on talking about his rage issues—simply because his parents were never angry in their life and it had been frustrating to try and explain it to them. Instead of just going away, like Gorgug had hoped, his anger had become worse.

Now he has Zelda and Ragh to talk to when his anger feels overwhelming or shameful or scary. And his parents were right.

Talking about his feelings helps.

Or, in this special case, freaking out with either one of those two or both of them was really good to keep his anger in check in the long run.

Sometimes finding the right person to talk to about a specific problem is a challenge. He has tried to breach his recent conundrum with Fig, but she only stared at him with blank eyes and seemed so confused that Gorgug decided that she wasn’t the right person for the job. To be fair, maybe she was still scarred from that whole debacle with her mom and Garthy. Or maybe she is just so in love with Ayda that she can’t imagine being in his position at all.

Finally, Gorgug decides on Jawbone.

Jawbone is great to talk to for a big variety of topics, although sometimes Gorgug just prefers talking to someone his own age. But in this case it seems unlikely to find someone and Jawbone is perfect simply because Gorgug knows that Jawbone has experience with the topic that’s keeping Gorgug up at night.

That topic being polyamory.

When he first heard about it in relation to Jawbone he hadn’t really known what it meant, so he asked Adaine about it. Adaine who—in Gorgug’s book knows about almost everything—didn’t disappoint and explained that some people are in a relationship with more than one person.

Gorgug still remembers the feeling in his stomach that reminded him of missing a step on one of the stairs at school or the first few seconds of an elevator moving down. He identified the emotion as excitement, which then led to guilt towards Zelda.

Feelings are really complicated.

He walks around in front of Jawbone’s office for what feels like an eternity and his nervousness gets worse the longer he walks, so finally he just rips the door open and forgets to knock.

Jawbone is eating a salad and chokes on a lettuce leaf when Gorgug nearly pulls the door off its hinges before quickly entering.

“Um—sorry”, he says sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck.

“Hey there, Gorgug. I would say come in, but...”, Jawbone chuckles and motions to one of the cozy armchairs standing in front of his desk. Gorgug sits down and tries not to accidentally break anything while his fingers nervously try to find something to occupy themselves with.

“What’s up, kiddo?”, Jawbone asks gently and puts his salad bowl aside.

“I guess I wanted to talk to you... about—um. About you being poly?”, Gorgug says, his voice a little higher than normal. He tries to calm his breathing but his stomach feels a little bit like someone dropped one of Fig’s bathbombs in there.

“About me being poly? Or about you possible being poly?”, Jawbone asks and Gorgug feels a flush on his cheeks.

“Yeah. I mean. About me, I guess.”

“Okay, that’s cool. So, tell me a little bit about that”, Jawbone says encouragingly and smiles at him, pushes his glasses up and leans back in his chair.

“Uh—well. I’m—hm. So, Zelda is my girlfriend. And I—I—uh. Iloveher. And. And it’s really good being with her and I don’t want to break up or anything. But—um. But I also like someone else? If that makes sense.”

“Yeah, that makes total sense to me, kiddo. So, have you talked to Zelda about liking someone else?”

“No. I’m scared to hurt her. Like, what if she thinks I don’t like her anymore because I like another person? Or if she thinks she’s not good enough as a girlfriend. She’s, like. Really awesome. I don’t want to make her feel bad. And—and I don’t know if that—if that other person... Um. If h—if they like me back at all.”

Jawbone is listening to him patiently and nodding along, like he knows exactly what Gorgug is talking about. It makes him feel a little less nervous and he finally manages to loosen his grip on the armrests of the chair.

“So, the most important things about polyamory are communication and consent, right? Truth being told, that’s the most important thing in any relationship, but if you’re potentially juggling more than one partner, then it becomes even more essential. And if you and Zelda trust each other, there should be no problem in expressing your feelings, right? Liking another person doesn’t have to take away from you liking Zelda. Just like you liking Riz doesn’t take away from you liking Fabian or Fig or Kristen or Adaine. And hey, maybe she will be a little shocked, or maybe she will say that she’s not poly, or doesn’t want to try. And it might end up staying a closed relationship, right? That’s entirely possible. But if she’s open for it and trusts you, then maybe you two can talk about it and you can think about telling that other person about your feelings too. It’s just important that everyone is open about their feelings and everyone knows about what’s going on, you know?”

Gorgug nods.

Being open about feelings is something he’s been working on anyway, and something he’s been taught since he was small. He thinks about what Jawbone said and it makes sense, that just because he has five friends, that doesn’t mean his love for them is diminished by liking other people too.

Now that he thinks about it, romance seems to be the only thing that has this pressure of being an exclusive thing. Parents are supposed to love all their children equally. Siblings might like some more than others, but Gorgug assumes that this doesn’t have anything to do with the number of siblings. He loves both of his dads, too.

It makes sense.

“I can give you some stuff to read, if you’re interested”, Jawbone says, watching him attentively as if to see if Gorgug is upset. But Gorgug, now that he has entangled his worries into words and said them out loud, and after thinking about what Jawbone said, feels an inexplicable sense of joy about his new understanding of things.

He’s not sure he would have gotten here on his own, but he’s learned that he doesn’t have to.

And the thought about having two partners is such a happy potential unfolding in front of him that he feels a smile spreading over his face.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I would like that”, he says. “Thanks a lot, Jawbone. I’ll—uh. I’ll talk to Zelda. And. And um—maybe then I’ll talk to... Ragh. Depending on how it goes with Zelda.”

Jawbone’s face breaks into a big smile and he reaches over the desk to clasp his clawed hand on Gorgug’s shoulder.

“I’ll have my fingers crossed for you, kiddo. Ragh is a good kid. And so are you and Zelda. I’ll lend you that book when you come over next time, okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I feel like I might be over again soon”, Gorgug says and scratches the back of his neck as Jawbone chuckles.

“Well, I’m glad I could help you out, Gorgug. If you have any more questions, my door’s always open.”

“Thanks, Jawbone.”

“No problem, kiddo. And by the way? Welcome to the community.”

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #gorgug thistlespring #fanfiction #d20alphabet21 #jawbone o'shaughnessey #mi writes #is there a shipname for zelda gorgug and ragh??#if so i dont know it

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S2E11

well we’re almost there folks

something i haven’t thought about before, but if animals avoid eating living bugs and don’t want to “take a life” does that mean they tend to avoid killing them too? Do they usually just relocate them? I’m sure some kill bugs but like idk i just latched onto that even though it’s in the manga. Bouncing off that, though, I really don’t see why bug consuming isn’t a bigger deal in this world. The only reason it’s not irl is cuz people would rather eat meat, but certain bugs have just enough protein and nutrients to replace meat. I get that that wouldn’t end meat eating once and for all but it just doesn’t come up as much as you’d think it would Legosi crying and saying he’d rather be an insect than a wolf...his VA did a good job with those lines. I think it’s funny how the anime makes us think Legosi is gonna lose his fur again, but because of that we miss the joke of Gouhin saying he’s gonna shoot Legosi with his crossbow when he asks Gouhin if he reminds him of his wife Also, unimportant, bug I’m glad Legosi has a blue tracksuit here. I never really liked the red on him (unless it’s a dress) (Oh yeah and the added tail wag scene when Legosi thinks about Louis again...) Riz’s cooking scene used to be like, all one block but now it’s been split up. He doesn’t seem to have the obsession with becoming Legosi’s “friend” by eating him here. I wonder if they’re gonna just drop that altogether. Also he bursts a can of sauce or tomato juice or something, whereas in the manga it was an egg. Obviously this was done to make it look like he’s licking blood off his fingers, but that scene in the manga always bothered me too cuz like, no matter how strong you are you can’t really just crush an egg with your hands. Like i’m sure a big beastars bear could, especially with claws, but like idk, eggs are designed to hold under that sort of pressure. A stupid thing to think about but that’s just what i do I love the little detail of the barstools having gaps for animal’s tails in them. It’s a cute bit of worldbuilding. Otherwise, Dressgosi seems to happen pretty much the same (aside from him losing his heels). We do lose out on Legosi eyeing up Louis, tho, cuz he definitely does that in the manga. I love his falsetto, though, even if he doesn’t use it on the bartender to order a drink. In fact this whole scene seems to be cut short. In the anime it seems like he’s there for like a few minutes but in the manga they clearly get a bit tipsy as they talk. A loss, for sure. Legosi goes more into Louis’s importance here, though, saying he only made it this far because of him. And Louis finally laughs and lightens up a bit, which was great to see, although I just wish they’d linger on that scene more, but like, they’re already pressed for time. I love how Legosi slips back into character as he leaves the bar Enter: Pina’s scheme. I like this addition a lot, with Pina trying to record Riz confessing the crime. I feel like this was probably his plan all along, but with the fight with Legosi coming up he had to get it in motion faster. It also kind of adds some basis to their relationship later, i feel, but wow that’s not coming until way later (unless they establish it earlier) We get Melon and Sebun cameos for...some reason. Like it’s kinda cool but i feel it’s kinda useless fanservice. Sebun being on a quiet, integrated traincar goes against her character, too, since the manga made it seem like her riding carnivore cars is something she’s done for a while. The tailored traincars seem like something that was removed, though Legosi thinks about all his friends, and then thinks about Haru, but he doesn’t call her, nor has she called him like in the manga. Also different is him saying if he survives this he wants to hear her voice. In the manga he says he wants to visit his grandpa. Now, it’s clear that everything regarding Legosi’s family is being pushed into later seasons, but i still prefer the manga here There’s a lot less blood on Riz here than in the manga, kinda hinting that Pina isn’t really dead, but idk maybe some anime onlys are fooled. We totally miss out on the Shishigumi battle with the Okamigumi!!! Like i get it but i really miss that scene. Plus Louis barely has a scratch on him whereas in the manga he has a huge black eye. Maybe they don’t want his injuries distracting in the next episode. Also Louis’s “i like carnivores” realization is a bit sudden here with the scene cut so short. At least they still put Legosi on the forefront of his mind there with that. Also he’s got all that emotion in his voice now...the floodgates are opening and he realizes just how important Legosi is to him (something that would have been made better if they didn’t cut Louis seeing Legosi buying meat scene but whatever) The ending with the gunshot is interesting. I wonder what they want the audience to think. Of course Ibuki wouldn’t shoot Louis, cuz like why would he? There’d be no need to. So maybe they want us to think Louis shot him? Which like, is kinda confusing put into context since Ibuki isn’t outright threatening him. Perhaps to just be like a sort of “huh?” I feel like the cliffhanger would have worked without it, but it being there isn’t too bad Welp, next week is the last one. Apparently there’s an extra scene that won’t be on netflix, but i’m guessing it might be more Melon teasery, since them leaving out any narrative in this next episode would be really bad (Crossing fingers to manifest exclusive Lougosi kissing scene)

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When You Save Them

Risotto Nero

“STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!” you cried out desperately as you stood above Risotto’s fatally wounded form, just as 4 people arrived at the scene. “Y/N...Run away...” he coughed some blood on the ground, trying - and failing - to get up. “Don’t move, Risotto! You’re only going to injure yourself more. Let me handle this, the way it should have been done from the very beginning!” you growled in anger and pent-up frustration. “I’ve...Never heard you scream before. Y/N, this is Buccellati’s gang, the one we’ve been fighting.” Riz explained, which only made you grit your teeth. “You’ve been fighting for nothing! Buccellati, you were sent to bring Trish back to the Boss...So why are you here, running away? That only means you’ve betrayed the Boss for some reason! And if you’ve betrayed the Boss, it means we’re on the same side! The enemy of my enemy is my friend, isn’t that the saying?” you asked, trying to find a way to negotiate. “We’ve been trying to take over the Mafia.” the blond boy spoke up. “Saving Trish was our way of trying to find out and dethrone the Boss.” he explained simply. “La Squadra Esecuzioni was trying to steal Trish away to find out the Boss’ identity. You both have been killing each other while trying to achieve the same goal. Don’t you get it?! You could’ve worked together! Have a temporary truce, at least! This could’ve all been avoided if only we communicated in some way! The Boss manipulated the both of us to kill each other so he’d get rid of anyone who’d try to find out who he is!” you tried to reason, feeling tears fall down your cheeks. “How could you benefit us, then? The only one still standing in La Squadra is you, Risotto. The Capo.” Buccellati asked in a firm tone. “Capo? Capo over what?! Over ashes?! We were La Squadra! We were a family! And now they’re all gone! Because of that fucking monster! Risotto can’t be Capo anymore because he has nobody to lead!” you stomped the ground in anger. “But, Buccellati, if you promise to let us run away from this place, I can help you find out who the Boss is! Instead of making that guy down there try to see how the boss looked so many years ago...Get him here and make him find out what happened in Risotto’s fight, since he almost killed the Boss!” you cried out as a group of multiple gasps was heard. “You...Fought the Boss...?” the shorter one stared in shock. “Bring Abbacchio here.” Buccellati told the guy with the hat, and he did as ordered. “I was hiding behind those rocks so he wouldn’t see me, but I saw all the fight going on. That guy had pink hair, just like Trish. And he has trying to hide a photograph desperately. His Stand is very dangerous...I can’t tell what it is though...” you got into detail, telling them everything you found out, as Abbacchio used his Stand to discover the person who attacked Riz, only for him to speak. “It’s as if he could predict some of my moves. I don’t know what it was, but be cautious when fighting him, you won’t get him so easily.” Riz finally explained what happened, getting in a sitting position. “I can’t fight anymore and I’d only get in your way if I were to come help you out, but if I could, I would. The Boss took my whole Squadra away from me, and I will never forgive him for that. However, I’m going to keep on living, at least for Y/N’s sake, and by the time I get home, I hope I’ll hear of Buccellati’s gang’s victory.” he closed his eyes solemnly for a while, before pushing himself to stand up. “Very well. We thank you for your cooperation and we are thankful that you willingly stepped on your pride to give us information, so you could protect your lover. Down the road, there was a car. You can take it to go away, to safety.” Buccellati gave you his blessing to get the hell away from there.

You helped Risotto stand up and you both rushed down the road as fast as you could, and put him in the passenger’s seat, and standing there, looking at him, you could feel a few tears prickling at your eyes, seeing him in such a pitiful state.

“Don’t...Ever, in your life, do that again.” you muttered, biting your lip. “I’m sorry, Y/N. We’re in the Mafia, and I, of all people, was the Capo of La Squadra Esecuzioni. I should have been the first to easily accept death...But seeing you here today...I just can’t accept not seeing you again. I can’t accept you shedding tears over someone like me. You’re my angel, and even though I don’t deserve to have an angel’s love, I will be selfish and live.” Risotto’s low voice echoed, as he reached out his hand to touch your cheek and wipe away the stray tears streaming your skin. “Don’t ever say that again, please, and don’t even think about leaving me alone.” you whispered, planting a soft kiss on his lips, afraid that he’ll break. “Now, let’s go home and get you fixed up. I’ve done enough worrying for one day. Let others deal with this problem...For now, I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again.” you chuckled weakly, before getting in the driver’s seat and drove home.

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Caesar Zeppeli

As soon as Caesar got pissed off at Joseph for insulting his family, he ran away to defeat Wham, which got both the boy and Lisa Lisa worried and went looking for him. You, however, got worried for him and decided to run off after him almost as soon as you saw him closing the gate, and fearing about his feelings getting hurt and potentially getting in trouble, you traced his steps in the snow, getting in front of a ruined building that looked like an abandoned cathedral.

You were reluctant to get inside, afraid of potentially getting killed, but all your worries went down the drain once you heard groans of pain and agony from inside, and now a much bigger dread came over you.

As soon as you burst inside the place, and you saw Caesar on his knees, bloody and bruised from top to bottom. Seeing your lover in such a pitiful state only made you go insane with rage, so much that you leaped over, punching the enemy with the most powerful Hamon you could manage, making him fly through the wall behind him, giving you enough time to get Caesar and take him out of there, thankfully meeting Lisa Lisa and Joseph just outside the place.

“Y/N! What happened?!” Joseph yelled, getting over to you, helping you carry a barely conscious Caesar. “It’s one of those Pillar Men, he’s inside. I managed to get him away from us so I could rescue Caesar, but I’m not sure how long it will keep him there.” you explained, biting your lip in worry. “Can you get him home by yourself? I and Joseph will deal with the enemy, so don’t worry about us or getting tailed by the enemy.” Lisa Lisa put her hand on your shoulder as a way to calm you down. “Yeah, I can manage on my own, but please, both of you, be very careful there. If that guy alone could get Caesar in this state...Who knows what more could happen.” you sighed, giving them a pleading look to be careful. “We’ll take care of those bastards, Y/N. Now go take care of Caesarino here, we’ll be juuuuust fine!” Joseph gave us a wink and you started dragging the blond boy back to the house, where you got him in bed and tended to his wounds carefully.

It took a few hours for him to properly regain his conscience, and the first thing he saw as he woke up was the beautiful shade of your eyes.

“Y/N...? What happened?” his voice was rather weak, but he managed to get in a sitting position by himself. “Well...Joseph and Lisa Lisa are fighting Wham, I believe. I got you out of there before things would get worse...Damn it, Caesar, you really worried me. Going off on your own like that...And seeing you almost dead...You’re really gonna give me nightmares.” you sighed, your gaze shifting away. “I...I acted pretty rash, didn’t I? I was stupid, I know...That stupid Joseph pissed me off, I was feeling pressured and...I guess it was too much for me. I messed up.” he nodded, taking your hand in his, kissing every knuckle. “Thank you for saving me, amore mio...And I’m sorry for worrying you so much. I’m sorry for making you go through all the trouble of saving me.” he signaled for you to get closer to him. “I’m not mad at you, darling. I’m just happy that I got there in time to save you. Nothing else matters, right? You’re alive, you’re in no critical condition and JoJo and Lisa Lisa are going to defeat that jerk.” you sighed in relief, as he put you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “I promise I won’t be a stubborn jerk and I won’t worry you again. I promise you, mi tesoro, that as soon as this whole mess with the Pillar Men is over, I will marry you and I will take you to see the world and I will make you the happiest person in the world.” he kissed your lips, gently caressing your face and gazing into your eyes with so much love. “I would love that. I really would.” you smiled tenderly at him, sharing yet another passionate kiss, enjoying the peace and quiet of the room.

--- Abbacchio Leone

You were on the beach, waiting between the space where Abbacchio was using Moody Blues to find out the Boss’ identity, while the others were up the cliff, checking out what Narancia’s Aerosmith found and attacked on its radar.

You kept looking around with your Stand, trying to make sure nobody will attack, when you notice a bunch of kids playing around with their ball, until it got stuck in a high place and couldn’t get it.

You watched your grumpy boyfriend go over and help them out, despite how annoyed he was, but it didn’t matter, he looked adorable, towering over a bunch of giggly kids.

That is...Until you blinked and a hole suddenly appear in his torso, which made you cry out his name, rushing to his side, catching him just as he was about to fall and helping him down on the stone that was surrounded by beautiful white flowers, as pure as his soul.

Thanking everything in your life that your Stand was capable of healing, you started your work on the man that lay helplessly in your arms, as you heard frantic footsteps coming your way.

On further inspection, you realised it was the gang, so you relaxed a bit, focusing on saving him.

“Leone, baby, my dearest, my darling, please, I beg of you, don’t close your eyes. I’m here now. Please, sweetling, stay with me.” you felt tears of desperation and anguish rapidly streaming down your face as you kept using your Stand to heal your beloved, while he kept looking at you with a tired expression. “I’m...Sorry.” he groaned in pain, not only from the grave injury, but from the painful healing method too. “Y/N! Y/N, please, please don’t let Abbacchio die! You can’t let him die!” Narancia cried, shaking you whilst he was hugging you. “Narancia, stop bothering them while they’re healing Abbacchio. They need to concentrate. Come on, let’s go away and give them some space.” Bruno pried away the kid from your side, letting you alone with your paramour. “Did you find out who did it...?” he managed to croak out, making you shake your head. “No...Not yet, amore, but we will, I promise. We will get revenge for what he did to you, I vow you that. But for now, please, don’t force yourself to talk or anything...You’re already in so much pain...I-I can’t bear seeing you like this.” you spoke out through your tears, which made him let out an exhausted chuckle. “Almost dying makes me want to tell you so many things...So many that I’ve been afraid to say, that I’ve been to afraid to even feel...” he spoke, realising that he regained some of his strength. “You can tell me anything you want as soon as we get home, mi tesoro. We WILL get home, I promise you that. You will be be okay in no time.” you move the hair from his face, looking at him tenderly. “We gotta help Buccellati...” he closed his eyes for a few seconds, before opening them again. “We can deal with that later. You already did your job and we’re so very close to finding the Boss. You managed to show the gang how the Boss looks...I’m sure they can deal with the rest by themselves. I’m sure Buccellati will understand the situation...Please, Abba, I really don’t want to see you in this state ever again. You have no idea what I’m feeling seeing you this way.” you frown, holding him close to your chest, stroking his hair. “I can’t imagine what would a peaceful life be like, but as long as I have you by my side, I won’t care about anything else in the world.” he sighed, almost content. “After we defeat the Boss, everything will be okay. You know that Buccellati will make the Mafia a better and more moral place, just as it should be. And nobody’s gonna bother us again. We can spend all day making fun of Narancia...And Giorno...And at night we can look at the stars, at the beach, with out feet in the water and drink wine and...And we will be happy.” you kissed his temple gently, making him lean in your touch. “Hah...Yeah...I wanna see that little blond brat drink my piss again.” he chuckled weakly, taking my hand in his. “Oh, come on, you’re incredible.” you chuckled at how petty your boyfriend was. “Nah, darling, I’m just a good for nothing, average guy. You’re the incredible one here.” he retorted, feeling strong enough to steal a kiss.

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Kishibe Rohan

You cursed yourself when you found out from Koichi, who used Echoes to find out Rohan’s location, that the man was being attacked by Kira’s Sheer Heart Attack and had no way of using Heaven’s door to protect himself, so you started running in that direction, leaving the silver haired boy greatly behind, only to see your green haired boyfriend trying his best to escape from the bomb.

You and Koichi encountered it before, when you were searching together with Jotaro, so you got the gist of how to avert its attention to you, so it will leave him alone.

Since your body was already heated up from the running, the stupid little bomb started following you, instead of focusing on Rohan.

The problem is...That you didn’t really have a proper plan, other than making sure Rohan’s okay, so now your were stuck running through the darker alleys of the city, hoping not to run into any innocent citizen and get collateral damage.

Last time, Koichi used his Act 3 Echoes to stop the bomb...But that was it, it was merely stopped, not defeated. Now, you wonder...Okuyasu’s Stand COULD make it go into some weird, different dimension, right? So all you gotta do is get him around!

“Y/N, you idiot, what the hell were you thinking?!” Rohan’s pissed off voice echoed through the place as he ran to me. “Rescuing you, of course!" you chuckled, grabbing his hand and running to Koichi. “Oh, really? Rescuing me? How, getting yourself killed?!” he sneered in annoyance. “Didn’t get enough time to think of a plan, but I’ve got something! Koichi, use Echoes on the bomb! There’s a payphone, so we’ll call Okuyasu to get here and make this thing disappear with his Stand.” you quickly explained the plan, making the silver haired boy gasp in realisation. “You’re right, that could work! Echoes, Act 3! Freeze attack!” he says, making the bomb sink into the pavement, as you quickly ran to the payphone and thankfully managed to get a hold of Okuyasu, getting him to run to your location pretty fast.

The whole ordeal was solved pretty fast, but you were still left with a bitter taste since nobody had any idea where Kira was, how he managed to find Rohan alone and attack him...And there were still so many more questions left unanswered.

“You absolute chaotic mess! You complete dumbass! What the hell was in your head, even?! NOTHING! That’s what it was! Nothing, with a capital N!” Rohan sighed in aggravation as soon as the 2 of you were left alone. “Sorry for panicking and wanting to make sure you were okay?” you replied, unsure of what to say. “That’s not the issue! You could have died, going all Leeroy Jenkins like that! What would I have done if you died for me? Huh? Tell me!” he seemed to tremble with all sorts of emotions. “Rohan...Look, babe, I’m sorry for worrying you, but what would I have done if you were to die and I did nothing?” you asked, crossing your arms with a pout. “Okay, okay...I’m calm now. I’m calm. Good. So, let’s make this clear. We’re not heroes, so let’s not act like heroes. Now, let’s go home. My manga isn’t gonna get drawn itself, is it?” he blushed slightly, grabbing your hand and dragging you back home. “Oh, really? You have inspiration?” you grinned at him, trying to keep walking at his face. “Well, of course I have! I bet everyone will love to see the protagonist get saved from death by his reckless lover by going on a suicide-mission. I’m really curious to hear what everyone’s opinion on the lover is, since honestly, I feel like killing you myself, then bringing you back to life to kiss you until you can’t breath.” he stopped suddenly, turning to look at you with an unreadable expression. “Can we skip the killing part to get to the kissing? I’d like that very much.” you grinned, holding his other hand too. “Fine, have it your way, then.” he smirked, before cupping your face and kissing you passionately, not caring if there were any passer-bys around.

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