#gabriel flores

[mayanhandballcourt]

Photographer Gabriel Flores

[gabriel-flores]

Malecón de La Paz, Baja California Sur

[hiles-fr]

Gary Smith for MilK Decoration Magazine Photo by Gabriel Flores

[cowedboy]

You are coming down with me hand in unlovable hand I hope you die I hope we both die

[boxingposter2022]

2022.07.23 Gabriel Flores Jr. vs Giovanni Cabrera légers

[dugthisgrave]

“You must be Eddie’s wife.” // “Not yet.”

[brainrotlesbian]

The Toy and the Prince

Part 2: co-captives

Jordan woke to the sound of muffled crying and a splitting headache. He slowly opened his eyes, the harsh light of the cell hurting them. He blinked a few times, then realization hit him all at once. He was in the dungeon. He was a prisoner. No, not a prisoner. A captive. A hostage, almost.

A thick cloth was shoved in his mouth, tied tightly and mercilessly at the back of his head, muffling any words he’d say. His arms were chained above him, his wrists locked in backwards so they were facing behind him. His fists were wrapped tight in tape, ensuring he couldn’t try to pry his way out.

“Mmmmph!!!” He pulled on his restraints, the chains clanking uselessly. He huffed, then turned to the person he’d tried rescuing before.

They sat on the floor, arms chained to the wall, while Jordan had to remain standing. They still had the muzzle locked onto their face, new bruises and scratches on their skin, especially their cheeks. Their shoulder-length blond hair was more tangled now, their beautiful blue eyes bloodshot and tear-stained. They’d been stripped of their clothes entirely, and they’d curled their legs up to hide their crotch. Their head was lowered as they continued sobbing.

Guilt surged in his chest. No wonder they’d panicked when Gabriel had come to his room— Gabriel. He betrayed them. He’d been torturing this poor innocent person for who knows how long. And Jordan had unknowingly simply given them back to him.

He looked away, staring blankly at the cell door. He couldn’t look at them, knowing he was part of the reason they were stuck here. A lump formed in his throat, and he bit down into his gag to avoid crying. He didn’t want them to see him cry.

The dungeon door slammed open, and Empress Celeste stormed in with a huff. She immediately stormed up to Jordan, and smacked him across the face.

“You little brat!” she screamed, grabbing his face and pinching it tight. “Had to interfere with yet another one of my personal projects?!” She threw him back with an irritated huff. “Although, I suppose, it’s not like you could’ve known. I must thank you for returning Mr. Hayes to where he belongs.” She turned to Jordan’s companion, who sobbed upon looking at her.

Their name was Hayes? Or, their surname was at least. Or, was it “he”? Jordan wasn’t sure.

Celeste stood in front of Hayes, her hands on her hips. Then she knelt down in front of him, tipping his head up with her hand, forcing them to look at her. He whimpered, shaking, but too afraid to move away from her. Anger flared in Jordan’s chest as he watched, almost shaking with rage.

“Mmnnn!!!” Jordan yanked hard on his restraints, trying to get to them; to stop her for tormenting Hayes like this. “Mmhmmm!!!”

Celeste turned to look at her brother, then solidly slammed her knee into Hayes’s chest, forcing a wheezing gasp out of them. They gasped, struggling to breathe through the confines of their muzzle. Their head lowered, sniffling. She grinned, then stepped away from him.

“Gabriel!” she called, and he soon came running in, looking at both of the captives in the room.

Jordan glared at him, furious with his betrayal. Gabriel didn’t respond, rather facing his attention to the empress.

“Continue what you were doing with Mr. Hayes here,” she ordered. “And my brother…” She turned to face him. “Do with him what you like.”

“Won’t the people notice that the Prince has gone missing?” he asked. “That’s gonna be difficult to hide.”

She pursed her lips, while Jordan shouted muffled nonsense at her through his gag.

“We could say that he was killed by a rival. They’d rally behind his death and search for justice for him,” she suggested.

“Mmmmfff!” Jordan yanked on his restraints again, although he wasn’t able to pull very hard on them due to the angle of his arms. He growled in frustration, glaring at his sister and her traitorous soothsayer.

His attention slipped to Hayes, who he realized had been looking at him sorrowfully. They locked eyes for a second, before Jordan quickly looked away, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

“Yes, I think that’ll work quite nicely,” she decided, tapping her fingers on her chin. “You can do whatever you like with these two, now. I have some other business to attend to.”

She quickly swept out of the cell, leaving them now at the mercy of Gabriel. He eyed the two captives, before finally settling his gaze on Jordan, who swallowed nervously despite the cloth stuffed in his mouth.

“I think I have an idea, hold tight.” Gabriel switched open a pocket knife and began approaching Jordan.

He shrieked as Gabriel approached him, kicking his legs wildly, but it didn’t do any good. He was stuck, and at the mercy of his captor.

Gabriel held the blade of the knife up to Jordan’s silk button-up shirt, which was rumpled and wrinkly. His eyes widened and he let out a muffled cry, shaking his head rapidly. It did nothing to dissuade Gabriel, though. He began to unbutton the shirt until it hung open, exposing his chubby belly and chest.

“Mmm!” Jordan tensed, trying to back away from Gabriel now that he was more exposed, but his restraints kept him in place.

“Easy now, boy, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Gabriel hissed through his teeth. “As long as you don’t give me a reason to hurt you.”

“Nnnnfff!” This time it was Hayes who cried out. He’d brought himself to his knees and was now straining against the chains holding him to the wall.

Jordan couldn’t help but let his eyes wander for a second, catching a glimpse of the rest of Hayes’ body. He quickly looked down at the floor, ashamed of himself. He didn’t even know this person’s first name, and yet…

“Shut it, pretty boy,” Gabriel hissed. “I’m not gonna hurt the prince here.” He slid the blade of the knife easily through the right sleeve of Jordan’s shirt, up to the collar. He then repeated the process on the left sleeve, letting the torn shirt pieces fall uselessly to the ground.

“Dress code here,” he explained, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’ll get used to it. Anyway, I hope you two have fun; I’ll be back tomorrow for the real work to begin.”

“Mmph?!” Jordan whipped his head up, but their captor was already walking out of the cell door. The heavy metal door slammed shut behind him, and he heard the clicking of the lock. His heart sank.

He was stuck.

Taglist (ignore that I forgot about this the first time 🥴): @saffitaffi @gala1981 @fleur-a-whump @scoundrelwithboba

[queenofglassbeliever]

Naomi agrees that Gabe is handsome.

[elizabethsnowflake]

it's kinda their thing.

bonus 😊 :

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

So, I've heard some voices here and there lamenting how little Gabe content - especially new Gabe content - there was and you know what? I completely agree, so I thought why not, I can try to add my little droplet into this tiny sea of Gabe appreciation we have here on tumblr.

Summary: Elena visits Gabe in his house for the first time and learns something new about his past.

Word count: 1937

AN: just some friendly fluff really, headcanon heavy, from Elena's POV but Gabe centric

"Oh, watch out, the first step is-" Gabe turned around just in time to catch Elena when she started to fall backwards. "-loose."

"Thanks for the warning." Elena shot him a glare when she regained her balance. In response Gabe only sent her an unapologetic grin and pulled her up on the next step.

"Everyone's so used to it by now that we keep forgetting to fix it with my dad," he explained as they finally reached the first floor.

The stairs led to a narrow corridor, with the same room placement as the bakery beneath it. Two doors on the right, one on the left and a wide opening to the living room at the end. In a few brisk steps Gabe opened the door on the left and invited Elena in with a courteous gesture.

"Welcome to my humble abode, your highness."

Her highness graced him with a nod and slipped by him, into the small room. Elena gave it a quick one over. It was indeed small - in fact, there probably wasn't much more space than what each guard got at the barracks - and the decor wasn't much fancier either. Cream colored walls, a thin bed by the window, a wardrobe opposite of it, one wall taken up by a bookshelf and a small cabinet by another made up basically all the furnishing of the room.

"Humble is a good word." She nodded solemnly, earning herself an eye roll from her friend. They both chuckled.

"Hey, it's your room that's out of the norm, you know?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Elena retorted, thinking about how three or even four such rooms would fit into hers. She walked over to the cabinet and picked up some trinket. "But it's nice to finally see where you grew up."

Gabe couldn't stop a fond smile sneaking onto his lips when he noticed the badge she was examining.

"Yeah and I didn't really get to change much here in the past five years. For example this thing I got back when-"

"Gabriel!" He was interrupted by his mother's voice from the bakery.

"I'll tell you in a moment," he sighed. "Make yourself at home!" He added from the doors and quickly ran downstairs to his parents.

Elena took another look around the room. It wasn't entirely empty, she had to admit that, and the poster of Antonio Agama on the inner side of the door confirmed that Gabe didn't change the decor much since he moved out.

She moved to the bookshelf and moved her hand across the titles - though there weren't that many of them to count. The lower shelves were taken up by some boxes and bags and what could've been a neatly packaged tent. Then finally a whole shelf dedicated to the whole collection of Antonio Agama's books. Elena chuckled to herself when she read some of the more dramatic titles and noticed even one that wasn't in Avaloran. On the next shelf, between other various travel books and biographies, was only one book by señor Agama, titled simply 'The Gecko's Tale'. Driven by a hunch she took it out and couldn't help but laugh when she read the blurb on the back. Although that explained how the whole kingdom found out that she's a bit adventurous too.

Finally her gaze got to the plant on top of the mantle. Hidden so deep in the room, it extended its ivy like stalks towards the sun, climbing a string helpfully hung between the bookshelf and the window.

Down on the windowsill two other plants looked out on the little cobbled square behind the house. Elena leaned in to smell the orchid and noticed something half hidden behind the pot. Slowly, so as not to accidentally damage the plant, she reached for trinket and retrieved it into the light. It turned out to be a wooden doll, painted to resemble a familiar navy and maroon uniform...

"Is this you?" She turned to Gabe as soon as he entered the room and showed him the figurine with a wide smile.

Gabe stopped for a moment. Furrowed his brows as he tried to see what Elena was even holding, and then furrowed his brows even more when he recognised it.

"Of course not," he grumbled, closing the small distance between them. "It's just an old thing anyway."

"It does look a bit like you though." She jumped away from him at the last moment.

Gabe gasped. Elen giggled and moved her hand away when he tried to reach her.

"Why would I even have a figurine of myself?"

For a moment they circled each other, like two lions judging if it's worthy to fight the opponent for a steak, except the steak was now wooden and 15 centimetres high. They both hunched subconsciously and made their steps in the fencing manner.

"I don't know, why does Esteban have a whole wall of his own portraits?" A sly grin slid on her face. "But I see you've decided to match his collection."

"Oh now you've done it." Gabe shook his head to hide his smile and in the split of a second was right by her. Feigning to go right for the prize, he swiped her legs out from under her.

Elena waved her hands in the air giving Gabe just the opportunity he was waiting for. He swiftly yanked the figurine from her hands, giving her the last push to fall backwards completely. He turned his head with a victorious grin, just in time to see her legs rising at the height of his knees. And suddenly the ground was much closer than before.

He folded his arms to his chest, protecting the figurine with his body and rolled on the floor. Though he didn't have to roll far, of which he was promptly reminded by his head crushing into the cupboard.

He groaned loudly and let his body fall limply to the floor.

His pained complaint was answered by Elena's laughter from the bed.

"I'm getting too old for this," he mumbled and Elena's laughter only got louder.

Finally he sat up and lifted the figurine to his face. He carefully examined it for any cracks or splinters, checked if the joints in the limbs didn't fall out and most importantly if the head was still on firm. Finally when he made sure the trinket didn't get damaged, he let out a relieved sigh.

"You're lucky it's still whole," he grumbled, rising to his feet.

"Hey, I was being careful." Elena now sat up too and sent him a playful smirk. "All the way until you decided to trip me like that."

Gabe rolled his eyes again and huffed in pretended annoyance.

"So if it's not a limited edition General Nuñez action figure," Elena continued. "What is it?"

Gabe sat down next to her and thought of an answer for a moment. He changed the position of the little soldier's arms and reached for a pin to put into his hand as a sword.

"It's really just an old toy," he said finally. "But you know, it has sentimental value."

He finally passed Elena the figurine, so she could take a look at it herself. It wasn't as old as she thought at first. The paint was faded, but still held onto the uneven surface of the wood and as she moved her fingers across it, she realized that it must've been all whittled by hand, by someone who put great care in it, but wasn't a professional.

Still the amount of details was impressive, especially in the construction of the thing. She moved the tiny soldier into the proper fencing position and to her delight found out that it fits flawlessly, the wire on the joints creaked quietly, as if it had been waiting for an opportunity to shine for ages.

She glanced between the figurine and Gabe on her left for comparison. The uniform, despite the familiar colours, was a tad different, it resembles more what she remembered from her childhood, than the uniform Gabe was wearing at the moment.

"I got it from my first fencing teacher," he continued.

"The same one who threw coconuts at you driving training?" Elena raised a brow, earning herself a chuckle.

"Yeah, the same one." A sad smile reached the corners of his eyes as old memories resurfaced in his memory. "He was a tough man and always talked about how big an annoyance I am, but -" he gestured to the figurine and shrugged.

"Well, that explains why it looks like you," Elena bumped him with her shoulder. "I'm sure he could've already seen that you'll be a great guard."

"Oh, I don't think he even wanted me to be a guard," Gabe laughed again. "But you know, the situation was a bit different." He pondered something for a moment before continuing. "And to be fair, I didn't even realize that it was supposed to be a guard at the time, I was pretty sure he just came up with the design by himself. I only really connected the dots a few years ago, when I found this old thing again."

Elena nodded silently and put a comforting hand on his arm. She could see that this topic wasn't easy for him.

"Though maybe what you said was the point." He straightened suddenly and his gaze went back to the figurine. "Maybe he wasn't completely against me joining the guard, just... joining the right one."

His smile became wider and it was like his whole face lit up. Elena raised the little soldier's arms to make it cheer. They both laughed at how expressive this piece of wood was.

"So where is your coach now?" Elena asked, caressing the wooden toy one more time.

He only sighed at first and for a moment his gaze became clouded again, before he shook his head to cast the memories away.

"I wish I knew," he sent her a sad smile. "One day he just... disappeared. A few trinkets and one letter is all the proof I have that he wasn't just my hallucination."

Elena's lips twitched in a matching sad smile, but before she could say anything, they both heard a voice from downstairs, calling the unmistakable word 'dinner!'

Gabe clapped his hands on his knees and sprung up to his feet.

"Ah, just in time", he extended his hand to Elena. "I think eating is a much more fun topic than discussing the weird things I did in my childhood."

Elena examined his face for a moment more, but gave up on asking all the questions that pushed to the tip of her tongue. She sent him a smile instead and accepted his hand.

"Oh, you mean you did more weird things?" She made the little figurine gasp.

"I feel like I shouldn't have started this topic," Gabe laughed.

"Oh no, you won't escape now." She poked him in the chest and put the little soldier in his hand. "I gotta know all the crazy stories."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you something," Gabe raised his hands in defeat. "But you can't mention it to my parents, please, they'll never stop until they tell you my whole life story."

Elena made a theatrical gesture of tapping her lips in thought as she backed out of the room.

"I'll consider it," she sent him a wide grin and in a second turned and ran towards the stairs.

"Hey- wait!" Gabe called out, running right after her to save what was left of his reputation.

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Hey, do you mind if I just...

*projects my feelings of unreality onto every fictional character I possibly can*

[gabriel-flores]

Somewhere in Texas on film

[locitapurplepink]

[lieutenant-amuel]

[lilacthebooklover]

We Made a Quiz >:]

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Find out. Tell us (@charismabee and I). We must know.

Have fun! <3

[idealuk]

I’m probably the only one still laughing about this.

So, not only did every other, except her own, character presumably mispronounce her character’s name, but she didn’t know how it was spelled by the time that she was officially playing a love interest?

They’ve invested so much thought, time, and effort in to Buddie to do nothing with it (so far) and put so little in to actual love interests.😂