#goatman is great and needs to get his shit together

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Nothing like the world's worst father and sunshine child hanging out

[id: two digital illustrations. The first drawing shows Mikey and Draxum from the chest up. Mikey has his eyes closed, smiling while hugging Drax from the side. Drax looks annoyed but accepting of this. There are yellow sparkles around them.

The second image is the same except that Mikey is now wide eyed and mouth opened with the text "GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER" above him. Drax now has a more concerned/fearful looked with his ears pointed down and has small white dots for eyes. The sparkles are falling down. /end id]

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“Move out of my way before I make you.”  Yes please- maybe Shane threatens this to Ryan because Ry won’t let him go in a cursed cupboard or something (maybe Ryan holds him back like during the Annabelle ep) and Ry adamantly blocks him anyway and Shane inevitably ‘makes him’ move

Thank you so much for the suggestion!! This little thing was so much fun to write, I hope the dynamics are alright. Also bless the people who sent me asks for prompts, anons or otherwise, I see ya’ll, but I am sorry when I say I make no promises on delivery time. Love you all the same

Here we go!

Wood creaks. Ryan hates everything about this room. 

From the distinct lack of dust on the furniture to the delicately billowy white dress that hung between the beams of the ancient four-poster bed, the covers rumpled and pushed back as if someone had just slept in them.  

He especially hates that look in Shane’s eyes as his friend assesses the scene in front of them, a sly curve to his mouth. 

“That’s where the daughter hung herself,” Ryan half-whispers into the silence. They’re on their own for the moment, go-pros strapped to their chests and cameras in hand. He shivers as his brain very helpfully presented him with the crime scene photo in full color, sometimes it really isn’t good for one’s health to have a good visual memory. “People say they have trouble breathing here, pricks on their wrists, that sort of thing, cause she slit hers before, well." 

Shane’s eyes are bright with interest, leaning over the guard rope into the enclosure, making full use of his stature to get his nose within three feet of the dress itself. He sniffs at it and Ryan stares at him. Sometimes he wonders why his stupid heart chose to beat for this man. 

"Dude get back, that thing is cursed!” Ryan grabs Shane’s arm and tugs, and the other man leans back but doesn’t budge his feet, turning to level Ryan with a long-suffering grin.

“Oh really?”

“Yes really,” Ryan huffs, letting go of Shane so he can point at said piece of clothing accusingly, “The people who’ve touched it after her death have all suffered in some way, serious injuries, depression, psychic breaks. Every, single, one.”

  "Impressive,” Shane hums, tapping at his chin with a hand while he studies the layers of fabric so light any whiff of air would send them trembling. “That’s one hard-working ghost! The spiritual PAs gotta get the lady an employee of the year award." 

"Yeah she’s got a pretty good track record,” A nervous laugh escapes him at the words, the air in the room weighing heavy in his lungs. Ryan had expected the stuffiness with the age of the house, but it hadn’t really hit him until the lights had gone out and the silence descended. The only sound is the gentle rustle of their clothes and small creaks in the floorboards as Ryan shifts his weight around, fiddling with the seam on his jacket sleeve. 

“You think she’s gonna come out and haunt me if I touch it?” There it is again, that look in Shane’s eyes, half mischief and half insurmountable determination to keep giving Ryan heart attacks. 

“I said it back at the studio and I’m still going say it now, you taunt the ghost all you want, just don’t bring me into your shit.”

“You did join me against our old pal Goatman,” Shane’s eyes twinkles and Ryan’s chest does a thing. 

“Tha-that doesn’t count,” He sputters, indignant, “There wasn’t anything there that time, we got lucky.”

“Says the guy who keeps trying to prove ghosts are real,” Shane grins, “Come on Ryan, wouldn’t it be great evidence if I get murked by a ghost? Then you can go celebrate with your Boogaras.”

“Fine by me.” Ryan mutters darkly, rolling his eyes when Shane pantomimes death, with explosive hand-blood spurts and everything. By the end of it, Ryan’s pointing the camera down at where Shane has melted onto the floor, both of them giggling like preschoolers. All ghost hunters are like this, Ryan thinks, they must be. Some good serious work right here.

“Phew,” Ryan wheezes, wiping a tear from his eye and holding out a hand to help Shane up despite himself, “Okay we need to get started, we’ve gotta leave enough time to sleep here too.”

“The Shanster does need his beauty sleep,” Shane quips, chuckling when Ryan looks at him somewhere between fond exasperated, “Okay okay, you said the daughter’s name is Elizabeth?”

Ryan nods, stretching out his arm to extend their audio recorder into the enclosure. This is one of the more active locations they’ve been to, and no way is he going to give Shane the opportunity to blame the EVPs he’s going to catch on their own clothes.

“Elizabeth? Or Eliza, are you here with us?” Ryan asks, feeling the pressure in the room again, but he’s done enough of these investigations that his voice is steady, “Our colleagues have seen you before, can you move something or say something to show us too?”

“You could rustle that dress right there,” Shane says, and the seriousness in his voice brings a smile to Ryan’s face, maybe if that respect can last they’ll actually get something good.

“Were you cursed?” Shane’s sweeping his eyes over the room, and the silence stretches for a good while, then he turns to Ryan and shrugs, “Nothing, I’m getting nothing.”

“I’ll scan the audio later, in the meantime,” Ryan ducks down to dig out the spirit box from his pack, fiddling with the dials and turning it on. He winces with Shane when the thing gives a loud screech before settling into the rhythmic skipping of channels. “Whoah there, was that you Eliza?”

“We need to bring earmuffs next time,” Shane mutters just loud enough to be heard over the noise and Ryan bats at his arm, straining his ears to pick out any response. He didn’t see Shane get that look in his eyes again.

Movement, his brain registered, oh shit it’s the ghost, Ryan thinks, whipping his head around to look, and oh shit Shane’s gonna touch the dress. Instinct kicks in, and he almost drops the spirit box as he leaps over the guard rope to stand in the other man’s way. 

“No,” Ryan half shouts, Shane coming to an abrupt stop in front of him, tilting his head and looking at the bundle of silk over Ryan’s shoulder, still with that sly smile on his face.

“No.” Ryan says again, firmer this time. 

“It could make her show herself.” Shane looks down at him, and sure he’s got a point. But. 

“It’s dangerous,” Ryan doesn’t really like the slight whine that creeps into his own voice, but fuck it, with all he jokes about killing Shane, he can’t not care. “It’s not worth it.” He says stubbornly.

“Aww, are you worried for me?" 

"I have to be! You’ve got like negative self-preservation.”

“Do you want evidence or not?” Shane quirks an eyebrow at him and takes a step forward, there’s barely a foot of space between them now, Ryan swallows. 

“Yes but not if it gets you killed, or-or cursed!’ He sounds breathless to his own ears.

"But it’ll be for science! Think about it Ryan, you’ll finally have concrete proof of death by a ghost, caught on camera.”

“Nope, not happening." 

Ryan’s expecting Shane to drop it, to back away so they can continue on their usual routine of questions and a bit of insulting for the ghosts. But Shane leans forward, forcing Ryan to tip his head up to look at him, the other man’s face set with determination, eyes twinkling.

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

Ryan shivers, he couldn’t help it, painfully aware that the motion is made more obvious with their bodies so close together. Shane’s eyes have gone dark, or maybe that’s just the shadows playing tricks on him. For a man who’s a big goof ninety percent of the time, the big guy can sure pack some intimidation points. Pity Ryan’s gotta fight him on this. 

"You’re gonna have to make me.” Ryan’s voice shakes just a little, something in his stomach fluttering and fingers flexing around the sharp lines of the spirit box. His face feels hot, but he hopes Shane won’t notice in the dim light, he really doesn’t need more things to make fun of Ryan for right now.  

“You know I can just reach over your shoulder right?" 

"I’ll fight you.” Ryan warns, though he doesn’t sound too threatening. He would have brought up his arms too, if only there was space for them. 

“Are you now?” Shane’s smiling down at him, eyes definitely darker than usual. He crowds Ryan until the smaller man takes another step back, “Careful now, you’re awfully close to the dress yourself.”

“Well fuck, guess I’m dead then,” Ryan says weakly, feeling the phantom cold of fresh air brush against his back. He should have at least two more feet of cushion, he’d eyed the distance when he jumped in front of Shane, but how many steps has he taken already? It’s hard to keep track when he could feel Shane’s breath on his face. “Better me than you.” he manages, barely. 

“How noble of you.” And then Shane’s leaning down even more, still not letting up on the space between them. Ryan’s breaths are starting to speed up, fast, shallow little things that rush in and out of his lungs without actually doing their job. He can step away, he should really, the cameras are still rolling. But Shane’s face is so close and there is a headiness to the tension between them and all the places they’re not touching. 

For a second something like uncertainly flickers in Shane’s face, his eyes search Ryan’s face for… something. Ryan can hardly move, his own gaze glued to the other man. What Shane sees must confirm his beliefs, since he sinks his head down, lower. Ryan’s eyes flutter closed.

And Shane kisses Ryan’s nose. 

“Wha-” Ryan makes an indignant noise and has to catch himself before he takes a step back and curses himself via ghost dress. He feels plenty cursed already, what with his heart beating thunderously in his ears and his stomach doing all sorts of acrobatics he hasn’t given it permission to. 

“What was that?” He had meant it as an accusation, but a small smile escapes him as he looks back at Shane, watching in quiet wonder when the brief worry melts away from his brow.

“A truce.” Shane’s voice is quiet, a soft tilt to his mouth, and Ryan’s knees feel weak. His body parts are just all ganging up on him today huh. 

‘Oh, um sure,“ Ryan stammers, breathing still unsteady, "Jus-um just don’t touch the dress, please.”

"Lets trade,” Shane’s eyes are twinkling again, mischief dancing in them, “I leave the dress alone and I get to kiss you, properly." 

"That’s not how it works,” Ryan grumbles, ducking his head and flushing furiously, but he knows Shane sees anyway. Shane’s full-on grinning now, Ryan doesn’t think he has ever seen him with this much gently suppressed excitement. I gave him that, he thinks, wild. 

“Okay fine. Just this once.”

“I’m good with that,” Shane sinks his voice a few octaves deeper and says with mock seriousness, “But Mr. Bergara! I do believe further such business negotiations would be beneficial to–”

“Oh stop,” Ryan chides, staring into Shane’s laughing eyes as he bunches a hand in the other man’s collar to pull him in, “Just kiss me, you idiot.”

And he does, and Ryan can’t remember a room he likes this much.

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A TO Z FOR ALL OF THEM 😜 how about A, M, N, and Y?

You, child, are gonna be my death. I WILL answer A to Z for all of them, don’t you think I won’t! I’ll just take my sweet time doing it. XD

Zayn[A] Aftercare 

Seeing as how Julie can forget this often for himself he’s in charge of reminding him. He will make sure the tall bean has had water and a small snack before round two or before cuddling and snuggling and stuff. Julian never forgets Zayn’s aftercare and the squirt is so grateful for that. He’s had partners who don’t care or forget and that gets him really down. He will ask for a bath, for his hair to be combed, and a clean shirt from Julian to snuggle in. And food and water of course. He will pull Julian into the baths, and snuggle there for a bit, telling him how much of a good boy he’s been, how much he’s loved, and what he plans on having him do next session… which usually makes Jules all hot and bothered and ready for round two if they aren’t already exhausted.

[M] Motivation (turn ons etc)Without a doubt Julian is his motivation, the mere sight of the walking skyscraper is enough to get Zayn weak at the knees. But he’s got other more specific ones: being whispered in the ear how much of a beautiful boy he is. Forcing hands above his head, the mere mention of being in bondage, marks (teeth, bruises, stuff like that), hair pulling (oh gods, he will go crazy if Julian pulls his hair), being held by the wrists or the waist and pulled flush against Julian’s body, wrist kissing, neck kissing and biting, legs being spread slowly while hands are bound, a bit of choking, Consensual Non-consent (him running away from Julian, Julian catching up and threatening him a bit before going at it in some dark alley… oof, the shorty will be putty in Julie’s hands), public sex (yeah, the dark alley is also a motivation). Being told what to do by Julian, he will melt right then and there and he’s oh so obedient. Being praised and praising, he really loves praising Julian, and he loves a pat on his head when he’s done something the right way or followed an instruction correctly. Being a power bottom, and making Julian blush madly.

[N] NO (turn offs, deal breakers, things they wont do ever etc)

Drunk sex if it’s not with Julian. He once got too drunk and had an orgy with… horrible people… he’s very ashamed and disgusted about that. He won’t talk about it either so neither Asra nor Julie know.Lack of hygiene, lack of respect, dissing Julian as his Dom (oh, how he hates it when people chest up to him thinking he’s not “man enough”. He will curse anyone who does that, and will almost get out of control with anger. To him Julian is the perfect Dom and nobody will speak ill about him like that or in any other way without consequences). He also hates humiliation, the people he had the orgy with humiliated him before, during, and after and he swore it was never gonna happen again, plus he’s been called a slut, a whore, and other insults far too many times for him to find any joy in them.Real lack of consent: if you can’t respect a no, you’re a turn off to him.He needs to trust you, if you’re not trustworthy, you can say goodbye.

[Y] Yearning (how often to they think of sex, how long can they go without it etc)

Holy shit! He will ask Julian for quickies every four to six hours… you can imagine how long he can go without it. XD He will ask for a regular session weekly, and a MEGA session every two weeks. He’s got GREAT stamina and has a very abnormally high sex drive. I think the only one who can keep up with him is Julian, tbh. It’s just the way he’s built. He’s capable of keeping it together during work, during palace visits, and he can function as a normal human being, his flirting is a way of letting off steam and he’s got other issues to attent to like his zoning out, so he’s able to function normally. But when Jules is near… He’s just crazy for that man. His mere natural scent will drive the squirt wild…Malakie[A] Aftercare

Malakie is big on aftercare. He’s an anxious hamster, so he will make sure Asra is feeling comfy and taken care, usually forgetting about his own aftercare. The magician has to make him get still and let him take care of him because otherwise the sub low will hit him pretty hard. He likes a bit f a massage by candle light, and maybe a soft sweet snack like a piece of pumpkin bread and a cup of tea. He will not voice his needs unless Asra pressures him to. He just doesn’t wanna be a burden.

[M] Motivation (turn ons etc)

Asra. Mal isn’t exactly a sexual person. He’s demisexual and his sex drive is from normal to very low. I think it’s his BPD and anxiety issues that make him like that. But if Asra is in the picture he will shyly ask for something. Asra’s neck, back and hands turn him on quite a bit, his scent and his kisses will drive him very close, and the floofy witch grabs him by the waist and pulls him close he will go mad with love and desire. He likes to make love softly, in a dimly lit room (he’s anxious about his body), while Asra whispers sweet nothings in his ear. He’s very vanilla like that, but he would like Asra to spank him once or twice, and maybe pull on his hair a little bit. Also, Asra saying “I love you” to him will have him melt and ready for anything the magician wants to do.

[N] NO (turn offs, deal breakers, things they wont do ever etc) Anything not Asra. People who like to harass people in the Rowdy Raven. Invading his personal space (he will almost literally run away screaming for Asra if anyone so much as touches him without his permissions. And I don’t mean accidental touching, but intentional one). Bad hygiene. Multiple partners, he’s strictly monogamous (was jealous of Zayn, but then he realised his adoration of Asra is merely platonic, so he let it go). Mentions of his existent or non existent beauty, he hates people commenting on his looks. Asra is the only one who can, but his way of doing it is so soft and different from anyone else’s he doesn’t think twice about it. He’s very anxiety ridden, so most things that trigger that are a turn off for him.

[Y] Yearning (how often to they think of sex, how long can they go without it etc)

As said above, he’s not very sexual, so he doesn’t think about sex often. But sometimes Asra will do something either to him or not, and that will get him in the appropriate mood. He ca go without sex for the longest periods, but when the mood hits him he will shyly ask Asra if they can do something that night… which will get the shop closed for the day. XD He’s happy that happens, but he’s too anxious to ask for it to be done outright.Dorcas[A] Aftercare

Aftercare for Dorcas is a good bath, a snoring sleep, a BIG feast afterwards and then cuddling with Lucio and the puppers the rest of the day/nigh/whatever time of day it is. He will make sure Lucio gets taken care of as well, he will personally clean him off, help him bathe, take off his arm and have it cleaned, and make sure he knows how loved he is. A he can’t speak and his hearing is limited he needs to pause every now and then to sign his wishes or ask Lucio what he needs, so it makes aftercare a bit slow. But this ball of energy likes it slow, he doesn’t like rushing things when it comes to this.

[M] Motivation (turn ons etc)

A good spanking, he will be cheeky to Goat Daddy just to get a good spanking. And gods, can this bean be cheeky… Mention of ropes, being suspended from the ceiling, Lucio’s claws on his back… a moderate whipping. Anything that restrains him is a turn on for him, he’s always moving and bouncing around so if you have the power to force him to stay still he will be very turned on, and Lucio can do that. When Lucio speaks on his skin or very near him. He feels the vibrations of his voice and the hotness of his breath and it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head involuntarily. Being ordered around, not because he will obey but because he likes to see Lucio display his authority. Being caught doing “naughty” things, even though he’s only mimicking them: pretending he’s masturbating in the shower, just so Lucio will come in and see him and then give him a spanking because he’s not allowed to play with himself alone… stuff like that. So obviously punishments turn him on, so a good punishment for him is no punishment at all, that makes him really sad and makes him repent his cheeky ways.

[N] NO (turn offs, deal breakers, things they wont do ever etc)

The courtiers except Volta, no but really: Valdemar scares him, Vulgora is too angry, Valstomil is icky, and Valerius had a physical relationship with Lucio and Dorcas hates him for it as Lucio is his and only his. Lucio paying attention to anyone else but him will make him punish the Goatman for days.Being manhandled by someone who isn’t Lucio. Being ignored because he’s mute and partially deaf, if you make fun of him about it that’s a turn off as well. Relentless teasing, he’s got very little patience. Bad hygiene.

[Y] Yearning (how often to they think of sex, how long can they go without it etc)

He’s next on the scale of abnormally high sex drives. He will hide in nooks of windows, behind the think curtains, see Lucio coming along, grab him by the wrist and pull him in to have a quickie then and there whenever the fancy hits him. He’s less scheduled than Zayn, so he doesn’t really have a way to count how many times he does this, but he does it every day, all week, unless Lucio tells him he’s too busy, then a make out session will suffice him. He can have up to three rounds every night, and will get lonely if Lucio isn’t “home” (in the bedroom) by a certain hour. Then he will sneak into Lucio’s study, under the table and ask if he can give him head while the blonde finishes up his work, Lucio usually says yes. XD Don’t get me wrong, Dorcas is crazy for fluffiness, but he’s to energetic and one way to let off steam is to have sex with his Goat Daddy, so, he will grab any opportunity he can to do something or have something done. If everything else fails, he’ll go splash in the fountain and woe anyone who dares pull him out, Lucio will have any body part that’s touched his lighting bolt on a silver platter.