#non-binary sebastian

[f1-disaster-bi]

A gift for @wolfsbanesbite based on their fic ✨️

All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd were chanting, "More"

[buttery-titties]

i wish i could wear a white tank top in the way a cis man wears a white tank top

[trickerycleric]

i'm curious, so trans people/people who have changed your name

+ in the tags specify if you purposefully chose a name shorter/longer than your birthname

[aubelisk-arts]

Sebastian in the Garden of the Tulips

[mysticdoodlez]

interlude: MADE BREATH and SKIN

Watcher Noah Sebastian x oc (Taylor)

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/n: so up to around chapter six, I was up in the air over whether Taylor would a) start a relationship, and b) go with Nick or Noah. The interlude was bare bones until Taylor made up their mind, but I always had in my drafts a version where they went with Noah. Some talks on the discord happened and I just went "fuck it we ball" and I expanded the draft to a full-blown one-shot. Also: I KNOW ANTLERS AREN'T SENSITIVE LIKE THAT, BUT HE'S A DEER GOD. THE RULES DON'T APPLY TO HIM.

In other news, I tried to write without limitations like last time, cuz non-binary folk who are okay with their body parts and being called "good AGAB" exist out there too, people! So, if mentions of female body parts or female terminology shuts you down, then this won't be for you.

Cw: language, supernatural themes, sexy stuff: oral (oc receiving), slight monster fucking (monster, demi-deity, whatev), pet play if you squint, unwrapped p in v (be safe, kiddos), telepathic dirty-talk

“I don't need to be babysat. Like they're gonna try to break into my house and kidnap me,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Well, too bad. Like I have anything better to do than babysit you,” Noah said, shedding his leather jacket he had over his hoodie. I could hear the playful undertone in his voice, thankfully. And to be honest, I was kind of glad he was here.

“Need help?” I commented as he pulled his hoodie up.

“Nope,” he said, lifting it up above his head. I mainly watched just to see how he could manage to get it over the antlers that were sprouting from the sides of his head, but I would be lying if I said I didn't sneak a peek at the part of his stomach as his shirt rode up. “Jeez, do you have to keep this place like a sauna in here?”

“It's not even seventy degrees in here,” I said, trying to avoid staring too long after he managed to get the hoodie off, but I still couldn’t get over the fact that he was actually that… big under all that clothing. He was now down to just a cut-off tank, leaving all the binding sigils that ran up and down his arms and across his collarbones and shoulders on display. Honestly, combined with the muscles, it made me want to punch him.

But still, after a while, my eyes were drawn back up to the antlers. While not as wide and impressive as the last time I saw them, they still seemed to make him seem taller and bigger than he already was.

“My eyes are down here.”

His words snapped me out of my reverie before he flipped down onto the couch beside me. “What're we watching?” he asked. When I looked down into his eyes, with his face drawn up into a smirk, I was almost taken aback when I noticed the smattering of freckles under them. The Lost Boy Who Would Become King.

“Does it hurt?” I blurted out.

“Does what hurt?” Noah asked.

“The antlers… when they grow out. Do they hurt?” I clarified, curiosity getting the better of me.

He blinked. “N-no?” he replied awkwardly, like no one had bothered to ask that question of him before. “Mostly they’re just sensitive until they reach their full point. Kinda itchy, too.” His thigh bumped against mine.

“Has anyone touched them?” I asked.

“No, usually people are too busy screaming ‘Ah, don’t kill me’ if I get—“ I cut him off with a backhand to the chest. “What? It's true!”

“I meant like Nick and the others,” I huffed, leaning back.

“Nah, they're not stupid enough to–” Noah said, but then stopped dead when I pressed my thumb against one of the points.

“Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt—“ I stammered, pulling my hand away until I noticed his eyes. They seemed to pin me to where I was sitting.

“No, you’re fine, it's just…” Noah swallowed thickly, “I didn’t expect it to feel like… that.”

“Like wha…?” I trailed off as I realized what he meant. Oh.

My hand, which was still hovering near his head, fell back down to his antlers. Curiosity getting the better of me, I traced a light line from where they met his skull up to one of the first points. He shuddered under my touch, a small moan slipping out.

“Stop that,” he gritted out.

“Stop what?” I asked. I meant for it to be an honest question, but I didn't think he took it to be like that. Especially when his hand shot up and snatched my wrist away from his head.

“Stop teasing,” he said with a low rumble, dipping his head down to where he was eye level with me. My heart stopped when I saw how dark his eyes were.

I felt his other hand snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. As ironic as the comparison was, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “Is that why you asked about them? So you could see me like this?” he asked. I was practically on his lap at this point, my knees straddling his thighs. He dipped his head lower to nuzzle his lips against my jaw.

The movement snapped me out of my paralysis, and I finally found my voice. “Aww, is Bambi sensitive?” I cooed, reaching my free hand up to run a finger up his antlers again. He shuddered against me, breath panting and ragged, and I froze up again when I felt his dick begin to harden underneath my core.

“I said watch it,“ he growled, grabbing that hand as well. “Do you like being a tease? Touching me like that?” He pushed me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the armrest above my head. He easily was able to hold both of them with one hand, those long fingers wrapping around them as he freed a hand to roughly grab my jaw. “Touch me again, and I’ll build you up to just leave you here wet and needy.”

My eyes widened a little bit as I took in what he said. “No—“ He cut me off with a small squeeze. The little puffs of breath he let out ghosted over my ear, making me shudder in his hands. When he finally let go of my jaw, it was to only run it over the hollow of my throat and stop. He leaned down, his lips leaving light but wet kisses along my neck.

A soft whimper escaped my throat, and my legs squirmed under his. He chuckled, my only warning before he bit down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. A sharp gasp left me, which turned into a moan when his teeth retracted to let his tongue sweep over the mark.

“I want everyone to know what’s mine, little rabbit,” he whispered. “I want them to know that you belong to the Watcher of the Woods.”

The possessive tone he used slightly pissed me off, but as he alternated between biting and soothing at my tender skin, I could barely care. That's when I realized, despite my fogged-up brain, my mouth was close to the base of his antlers. So between keening, I let out a breathy moan that I knew would hit them.

His reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan against my wet skin, hips involuntarily shunting forward against mine. The straining in his jeans pressed against my covered core, earning a sharp inhale from me. I didn't know how dizzier I could get.

Noah pulled away to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Taylor, if you want–”

“Noah, I want you, monster or not,” I panted.

For once, Noah was stunned into silence. He hovered over me, jaw slightly dropped as he took in my words. He then brought his lips down to lock with mine in a messy, heated kiss.

There was no gentleness in this kiss, and I didn't expect any. This was a man starved. He finally let go of my wrists and trailed his hands down my chest, my waist, to my hips, then trailed them back up, under my shirt this time.

His thumbs ran small, feather-light circles around my nipples. “No bra?” he asked, smirking against my lips.

“Never wear one,” I admitted.

“Good. Off,” he commanded. “I wanna look at you.” He pulled away to give me space.

Somehow I knew what he was talking about through the sex-addled white noise, and I lifted my shirt up and over my head. I flushed under his gaze that slowly raked over my body.

“I could absolutely devour you,” he admitted, leaning back down, lower this time. He ran his tongue up my sternum, up the small slope of one breast, and closed his mouth around my nipple. I keened and squirmed as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard peak, feeling helpless as he teased the other between his thumb and fingers.

Eventually, after both tits were given enough attention, he pulled off with a soft pop, biting into what flesh there was. He left little nips as he trailed down my tummy until he finally reached the waistband of my jeans.

“N-Noah…” I whimpered, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah…?” His eyes flicked up to mine as I gazed down my body at him.

“Please… not here,” I pleaded.

He blinked, his dark brown eyes darkening further. “You don't want me to fuck you on the couch?” he asked.

“P-please n-no.”

Suddenly, with supernatural strength, he hitched my waist over his shoulder, pulling up and taking me with him. I let out a small yelp of surprise, but soon he was taking me back to my bedroom. My world was just an upside- down view of the back of his top and ass. If I could just manage to get my arm up, I could just–

Before I could smack anything, he roughly tossed me onto the bed. He crawled up between my legs, undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. I wriggled my hips as he pulled my jeans and underwear down in one fast motion. With a groan, and without tearing his gaze from between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garments somewhere on the floor. “Fucking hell, you've been wet this whole time, haven't you?” he asked, leaning down.

“Noah–”

“Are you okay with this?” Noah asked. I stared at him in surprise, and he rolled his eyes. “I might be a monster, but I'm not that kind of a monster.”

“Fuck, of course Noah. Just fucking–” My tirade was cut off as he dove down like it was his last meal. My hips lifted off the bed in surprise, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling them down against him.

I couldn't think of anything past the feeling of his tongue flicking over and around my clit, spearing into my pussy and then flattening as he licked long stripes up and down my slit. All I could do was grab the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his long tresses as I tried to keep myself grounded.

“Oh, God, No… ah–” was all I could manage to get out as I shook like someone possessed. His fingers dug into my thighs, the pain of his nails pressing in only adding to the pleasure. It felt like the more I reacted to him like this, the harder he worked to make me feel good.

I looked down at him to see that he was already intently staring at me. Somehow his dark eyes seemed to be bright when they met mine. I felt him smirk against my lower lips and then I heard,

YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD.

Speaking into my head, hearing that praise, sent a bolt of pleasure through me that had me arching, releasing onto his tongue as I swore up to the ceiling. He lapped it up, not relaxing his movements one bit, and the overstimulation carried me into my second orgasm, my scream tearing through my throat.

THERE IT IS. THAT’S IT, GIVE IT TO ME.

He slowed down, kitten-licking me through my aftershocks, and then finally pulled away, settling me back down onto my bed. “You good?” He asked, like he didn't just completely shatter me.

Through ragged breaths that hurt my throat and my swimming vision, I nodded. Dear God, that was–

“He's not here, and by the end of tonight, I'll have you screaming my name like you worship me.” His growl sent ripples throughout my body. Noah crawled up on top of me, caging my face between his hands, and kissed me roughly. I could smell and taste myself on his lips.

“Noah, please I need you,” I managed to say between fervent kisses.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Noah.”

“Louder.”

“Noah–”

“Pray for me.”

“Please, Noah.”

When I opened my eyes, it was him shoving his jeans off, but what made me gasp was the sight of his antlers, now the crown of bone that I remembered. With his hair wild and tangled from my fingers, and the tattoos spread all across his now naked body, he truly looked like the forest god he was.

He perched over me, leaning down to kiss me hard enough to stoke the fire in my belly again, and trailed two fingers up and down my still-slick folds. He slowly pushed them into my hole, alternating between curling, scissoring, and pulling them out before repeating the cycle. I was a moaning, whimpering mess that could barely talk when I realized that he was lining himself up.

“N-Noah, f-fuck… please,” I near sobbed.

“Shhh, I've got you,” he said quietly, gently brushing some damp hairs off my forehead. He then slowly, tortuously, pushed in, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Ohh god, Noah, a-ah!” I said. “'s n-not gonna f-fit.”

“Yes it will,” he rasped. I was so glad that he too was having a rough time handling me like I was handling him. “I know you can do it.” He then pulled my legs up and hitched them around his waist, nearly folding me in half. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally bottomed out, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans to something primal.

“There we go, good job. I told you you could do it,” he muttered, kissing the bridge of my nose. The feeling of me clenching on his cock had him groan, a sound that seemed like it came from somewhere deep inside him. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Noah.”

His pace was steady at first, torturously slow. I rolled my hips to meet his, and his hands flew down to them to encourage the movement. “Go on… Take what you need,” he said, voice hitching at the end. I reached up to wrap my arms around his wide back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath my hands. His forehead dropped to mine and our lips brushed together in unison.

FUCK, IT’S LIKE YOU WERE MADE FOR ME,

he said, a hand reaching up to cup my cheek, tilting my face so our lips could finally press against each others,

MY LITTLE RABBIT.

Noah, I’m gonna - I’m gonna… I was desperately close, and his pace just kept getting hastier. I knew I was about to topple over the edge, and Noah was going to push me over with no remorse.

LET GO,

he said,

I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his big doe eyes focused on me. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I screamed his name as my head rolled back against my pillow. I swore I nearly blacked out, or at least the edges of my vision turned black, as my vision blurred. I felt my sweat-slick skin press against his as my back arched completely off the bed.

Noah chased his own release a little bit later, thrusting into me while growling something that might’ve been words in the other tongue, or just gibberish. Soon after, his hips stilled, and his body sagged onto me, the weight and warmth being welcome.

We lied there, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I found myself gently scratching at his scalp. My fingers gently brushed against the base of his antlers, and I stilled.

“You’re fine, I can’t feel anything when they’re fully grown,” Noah muttered against the skin of my neck.

“You know that, but not when they’re forming?” I asked.

“Like I said earlier, it never came up.” He chuckled airily.

We stayed like that for a while, his body like an anxiety blanket, until my body decided I needed to get up. Noah thought otherwise, as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and pulled me back against him every time I tried to leave the bed.

“Lemme up, I have to go to the bathroom and take a shower.”

“Only if I get to join you,” he said with a sly grin.

“Those things aren’t gonna fit in the shower,” I said with a momentary glance up at the antlers.

“Oh, I’ll make them fit.”

“…Gross.”

[probablygayattorneys]

I got this for my dad for Christmas but wanted to read though it first, just to be sure, and I picked this bookmark because honestly there is a ridiculous amount of enby energy going on at the prosecutor’s office.

[ineffectualdemon]

Me: *on fangamer looking for stuff I might get the teenager and noticing they have stardew valley stuff*

Me 10 minutes later: Hi Husband! I have a fangamer wishlist and it's basically everything on the Stardew Valley section

[aplaceinthedark]

chapter four: FORGET my NAME

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch and the Watcher.

CW: mentions of religious sacrifice, supernatural themes

Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously, I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/N: Some things are color-coded. If any of you are colorblind lemme know. 

If no one was going to tell me what the hell was wrong with the people here and their fascination with some ghost story, I was going to find out myself.

Frustratingly, the camera was a flop. I had tested it out first with Nick, who had been cheeky and flipped it off when he triggered the censor. But my apples vanished at some point in the night without triggering the camera. After a few nights of that, I set it to record regardless of motion. My result was the camera glitching at 3 in the morning, and not coming back online until half an hour later.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was like they knew the camera was there.

By wednesday, I was almost fed up with the whole thing. When Nick and I texted, I vented my frustrations, but there wasn't a lot he could do since he was in Richmond. After his ominous message in his driveway, he wouldn't talk about the subject; stating it was because of Granny and the possibility of her overhearing. Then he would distract me by almost quite literally dangling a cat in front of me.

Honestly, I think Jerry had more to say than the whole town combined.

Thursday, I was practically bouncing off the walls with how bored I was. I wanted to work on the house, but Nick wanted to help this weekend. I told myself I wanted to wait because then he would be over more, and… I wanted to hang out with him.

I hadn't realized how lonely I was until I came out here. Most of my so-called friends had really been Mike's, and once he was… gone, they vanished. I hadn't had my own friend in several years, and now that I had one, I almost wanted to cling onto him. Like he would vanish if I let him go.

But because he wasn't there, I decided that it was time to find some answers. And if no one would answer my questions, maybe some books could.

And I was gonna start with this Watcher creature.

The library…I don't know if it was because I had grown up in a city where there were several libraries, but my first thought was that it was the smallest library I'd ever seen. It didn't even take up a whole block, and it was only one story. I almost didn't go in because there was no way anything could be in here.

But I forced myself to go in. There were only two people behind the front desk - probably the only people who worked here - and a few people in what looked like a computer room. I slipped off to the left towards all the books before anyone would notice me. I found a corner where I could work uninhibited.

Unsurprisingly, it only took half an hour to find all I could about the subject of the local legends. It wasn't a whole lot, but more than I thought I would find. I found a few books - if you could call them that - several news articles, and a copy of some cartographer's journal.

Reading through everything, I soon realized why no one would tell me anything: it was because there was nothing to tell. It wasn't because they were scared to say its name; it was because there was nothing on the subject. Nada. Zip. No concrete evidence.

Sure, there were stories. Tales of odd noises heard or glances of something in the corners of their eyes. But it was just that: bare minimum evidence that was blown widely out of proportion. Mostly, it was tales of white dogs or the sound of a string instrument from deep in the woods.

And the Watcher…

It was all over the place. One tale said that the Watcher of the Woods existed as long as the mountains were mountains:

In the days before men, wild animals roamed unchecked across the land. They were as spirits and had all the power of spirits and were wise and could speak. Among them, the Watcher of the Woods was the wisest, for he alone could attain the valley of the deepest green and seek wisdom from the oaken groves.

"In the early stages of the world, the earth was still learning its shape. The shell of the earth cracked, and the land heaved, and the oceans churned. Great mountains were born at the seams of the earth, and great valleys appeared where the land split.

In ages past, all things living commanded infinite power. Some creatures sought to keep their strength secret and refused to share their gifts. Thus, darkness sought to make all creatures equal and share their power equally amongst all things.

Instead, the craven amongst them concealed their Divinity, and left the world death-like and dull. Their True Names were lost, and no more were they as spirits. O ly the Watcher remembered how the world had been, and only the Watcher could guide the others toward the darkest grove to uncover the wisdom of old."

“After a time, the deer heard the response to its plea. “I can do what you ask,” the ancient tree said, “though there will be a cost.”

There were also a lot of animal tales, and I was surprised to see Granny's name in one of them as an intro. I guess there weren't a whole lot of people to talk to in this town. There was "Journey to the Oaken Grove" about how a little rabbit journeyed to the Watcher to seek out answers. There was "The Fox's Shadow" about how a fox left his family and didn't come back right. There was also a tale called "Lost in the Labyrinth" where a deer begged the Watcher to take away its suffering.

“I will pay it,” said the deer, “whatever it may be, if it means I may be free of fear.”

“You must give your heart to me,” said the tree. “To be truly free, you must relinquish your greatest strength, and only then will you find relief.”

“Is it wrong of me to do so?” the deer asked, worrying that it was its fear alone that drove it to ask this of the tree.

So the deer whispered its true name to the great tree, who accepted it tenderly and wove a spell to set the weary deer free.”

“Not at all, dear one,” the tree replied. “You are very brave to make such a sacrifice.”

But the most shocking thing I found? A ten-year-old news article abbut these cultists, and weirdly, a photo of Nick and Noah was in it.

None of this, however, held a candle to the witness accounts of people who lived near the forest. Tales of half-men cultists from the underworld, and on the summer solstice, they would appear to make a sacrifice to the horned king of hell.

Nick's words from this past weekend came back to me. "People here like to think they care about you... they end up leaving you to the lions." Was this what he meant?

Nick 😺🍌: Noah wants to know if it’s okay if he can come over.

Despite what little I found, I still copied down what I could, until my hand cramped and my spare change for the copier was spent. I was close to leaving, having everything packed up and ready to go, when I got a text from Nick. I felt my heart leap, but when I saw the subject matter, I groaned in frustration.

Well at least he’s asking this time.

A part of me wanted to text back “No, absolutely not,” but instead I hesitated. If Nick was certain that Noah’s and my first meeting was a fluke, then maybe I should give him another chance.

Nick 😺🍌: come on, give him another chance.

Nick 😺🍌: are you busy?

No, but I’m not home right now. I’m leaving the library right now.

Nick 😺🍌: Can I ask you for a favor then?

I’m not stealing any babies for you.

Nick 😺🍌: LOL NO can you drop off a book at Granny’s? She’s feeling under the weather and I don’t want her getting any sicker.

Anything for Granny.

Nick 😺🍌: Ty! I’m almost done with my break, but just text me when you’re done and I’ll let you know about Noah when we’re closing up shop here.

Defeated, I picked up the book for Granny and left the library. With all my papers and books, I couldn't help but think of my old college days. Gauging the time, I decided that the trip to the Heritage Center would have to wait until tomorrow.

Granny was delighted to see me. She fussed over me leaving, preventing me from simply dropping off the book and leaving, so I had to stay for a bit. Which was fine, since that meant seeing Jerry and Lydia. I tried to skirt around her questions about me and Nick. He had been right about the rumors, in a way, and judging by how she was talking, Granny wasn't helping.

"I'm just so glad Nicholas is seeing someone," she said as I tried to pick up Jerry. "He's never been quite the same since Noah disappeared."

I froze, letting Jerry make a bid for freedom. "N-Noah?" I asked. "Aren't they friends?"

"Oh, they were. Noah was always staying over, so much that he had his own plate at the table," she said. I wasn't able to school my confused expression quick enough before she looked over at me. "Oh, he probably hadn't told you about him yet. He doesn't like to talk about the subject much."

My unease was growing by the second. "What do you mean he... disappeared?"

Granny got up, motioning for me to follow. I went with her to what looked like a spare bedroom, or a storage room for a bunch of crochet projects. But my eyes fell onto a framed picture on a table as Granny dug through a dresser. It was of Nick, though he had short hair and small spacers in his earlobes. He was kneeling and gripping the hand of a much younger Noah, who also had short hair.

Granny pulled out a manilla folder, drawing my attention away from the picture. "Nicholas was once obsessed with trying to find Noah, but then a year had passed, and he stopped. He threw this away, but I kept it in case he would regret the decision." She then pulled out what looked like an old newspaper clipping.

And above it, in big bold letters..

I didn't want to look, but I knew I was going to have to. The first thing my eyes were drawn to was the picture: a young man, obviously older than the previous picture, but with long dark hair and big dark eyes, smirking at the camera. An exact mirror of the man who had shown up on my property a week ago,

MISSING RESIDENT PRESUMED DEAD

[variousqueerthings]

I watched the 1996 “twelfth night” adaptation with toby stephens and imogen stubbs today and then I took approx. 101 screenshots of every time it was Really Really Trans + Gay so those are gonna be happening on this blog

[f1-disaster-bi]

I REALLY loved that snippet you did for Similar w/ non-binary Seb a while ago, so: maybe some angst for that verse, if you want?

"It's not like whatever shit he's harping on about now is real, Sebastian heard one of the drivers whisper a row or two from behind him, "There's only two genders. He's just trying to gain new fans since his season is shit"

Sebastian felt something sick twist in their gut as they heard what the other driver had to say about them. It made their chest hurt, and their eyes ache but they kept their head held high.

They would never regret coming out even if half the time, the media and some of the team misgendered them or gave them weird looks now. Sebastian had tried to ignore it and focus on all the messages of support that had flooded in, and more importantly, the messages from people just like Sebastian that now had someone to look up too in this sport. They had Sebastian proudly wearing his gender identity like armour and creating a space for non-binary people's voices to be heard by using their own.

Yet it still hurt.

It hurt to hear someone they had considered a friend talk about them with such disdain in his voice. That someone they had shared laughter and drinks with, could turn around and scorn Sebastian simply for existing.

They knew this would happen. That not everyone would be welcoming or supportive or understanding but Sebastian held their head high as they looked around the room as it started to fill out. They couldn't help but smile as they met Charles's eyes, and the other non-binary but not out driver looked at Sebastian as if they hung the moon. They looked at Lando, tucked in beside Charles and noticed how the young trans-man had started to carrying himself unapologetically since Sebastian had come out. Those two might not be out, and may never be out, but Sebastian knew how having someone on the grid take that leap had reassured them both in ways they may never be able to put words too.

Sebastian was drawn out of their thoughts when more vile words were said behind them but they were quickly silenced as an arm wrapped around their shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up with that backwards shit ", Kimi all but growled at the other driver, glaring over his shoulder, words ice cold.

Sebastian relaxed into Kimi’s side and touch, taking a breath for what felt like the first time since they had sat down.

Let them talk shit all they wanted, because Sebastian knew their worth and they knew that no-matter what, Kimi was always going to be right by their side to help them face whatever the world threw at them.

[buttery-titties]

me: i aspire to have tits like sebastian stan

also me: *bought weights two years ago and only used them once*

[imsosocold]

Thinking about blantfred visiting each other’s families, mainly Manfred’s. Miles being awestruck meeting some of the most prominent members of the judicial system while Franziska is trying to wheedle them into giving her a job even at her young age. Sebastian is surprised to find out his father can be so soft and kind, he guesses that the issue must lie within him (nooo baby). I don’t think Gant has a family, though he considers all his co workers such, so I’m imagining him personally introducing Manfred and Blaise to Lana and Ema, the latter who is geeking out while Lana stays wary and closed off no matter what anyone tries. Just all the poor kids feeling double the pain of canon, finding out how horrible all three of them were.

[stevefightmerogerss]

how the ghosted car scene went in my head

"who are you??"

"gay"

[moonlight-breeze-44]

Gay Best Friend(s)

Alternate title: Non-binary Sebastian and supportive best friend Tammy. Basically, Sebastian comes out and the gays bond over tea, hugs, and illegal amounts of platonic hand-holding.

Inspired by a line that Sebastian says in Season 4, Episode 9: “Yeah, and I can’t pull off a high-heeled boot, apparently.” In which I wanted to write Sebastian in high-heeled boots, and somehow this happened.

Pairings: None

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

Read on AO3

“Tammy, can I talk to you about something?”

Gregorio looked up from the book that was perched on her lap to meet Sebastian’s nervous gaze. Silhouetted in the doorway, he was clad in old sweatpants and a Star Wars t-shirt, an outfit that she knew was reserved for bad days and the aftermath of hard cases. He looked almost queasy as he waited for her response. Narrowing her eyes at him, she noticed that he was fidgeting with his hands, looking away from her and then back again a few seconds later. Despite his anxious nature, Tammy didn’t think she’d ever seen Sebastian so scared. Though she didn’t know what, it was obvious from his behavior that something was wrong.

Immediately worried, Tammy scooted over to make room for him on the bed and patted the space next to her. “Yeah, of course, baby. What’s up?”

Sebastian padded towards the bed on unsteady feet, shutting the door as he went. Nervous energy was still bleeding from him with every step he took, and Tammy’s eyebrows furrowed as she tried to profile him, reading what she could from his body language in some attempt to see what was going on. She had no idea what could be upsetting him this much, and the cluelessness about what her best friend was going through was disconcerting.

When he reached the bed, Sebastian crawled under the covers and, as she expected, stole a large part of her blanket to cover himself all the way up to his shoulders. Looking over at her, he seemed to be trying to gather his courage, so Tammy waited, giving him a gentle, encouraging smile to show that, no matter what, she would support him.

Eventually, avoiding her gaze, he asked in a quiet voice that she rarely heard him use, “I, um…y-you know a lot about the LGBTQ community, right?”

“LGBTQIA+,” Tammy corrected gently, and shifted closer to him, placing a bookmark in her novel so she could give him her full attention. “I do, though I’m not an expert on everything. Why do you ask?”

Sebastian took a deep breath, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. His breathing was erratic and a little too fast, so Tammy reached for one of his hands, squeezing his fingers gently. She didn’t want him to get too worked up trying to tell her whatever it was that was bothering him.

“I-I just had some questions,” Sebastian rushed out. “About some…stuff.” Tammy gave his hand another supportive squeeze, and this time, he weakly returned it.

“Well, I’ll do my best to answer them,” she promised, “and if you have any questions that I can’t answer, I can help you do some research about them too.”

“Thanks, Tammy,” Sebastian breathed, his shoulders slumping a little as some of the tension bled out of him at her response. She gave him a warm smile and rubbed slow, comforting circles into his palm.

“Of course, baby. You know I’m always here for you.”

Sebastian smiled, fleeting but genuine, and she nudged his shoulder gently. “Ask away, alright?”

He nodded, and took another deep breath, giving Tammy’s fingers a tight squeeze to gather the courage to say more. She let him, waiting patiently. She knew he would speak when he was ready.

“Okay, uh, you know I’m bi, right?” Tammy nodded, barely suppressing an amused smile and eyebrow raise; as if she could forget. Sebastian was the first person on the team that she had come out to, after he saw a tiny lesbian pride pin on her bag, conspicuously placed so as not to draw attention from the rest of her team, and excitedly told her that he was bi and knew of a great gay bar in town.

It was, by far, one of her best coming out stories.

“I was just wondering if, like, someone can be bi, and maybe have…other things going on, too?”

“You’re going to have to give me more than just ‘other things’ if you want me to answer that for you, baby,” Tammy said, resisting the urge to laugh. This was a serious moment.

“Right, sorry,” he said, wincing, and she patted his knee with her free hand, a silent You’re okay, go on. “Um, I guess I just mean…so like, someone can be bi or gay, or trans. Is there, like…more than that, too? More-More labels? Like, identities? And people can be multiple things at the same time?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Tammy answered, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “People can be gay or bi or pan or whatever and have other labels, too. You can be trans and gay, or trans and asexual and biromantic. You can also be a lot of different labels. You can be non-binary, genderfluid, agender, a bunch of different things under the trans umbrella. There’s a ton of identities out there. If you feel it, there’s probably a word for it.” She bumped his shoulder playfully, earning herself a weak smile in return.

“Can you tell me more about some of those gender identities you mentioned?” Sebastion asked, his voice so quiet that she almost didn’t hear him at first. He was fiddling with her fingers in his lap now, and Tammy could see the terrified look on his face and it all made sense. She squeezed his hand once more, trying to communicate without words that she was there for him while he discovered what more there was to his identity.

“I can,” she told him, reaching out with her free hand to rub his shoulder comfortingly. “So, non-binary is a label that people use when they don’t feel like a man or a woman. Instead they usually feel like something in between or entirely separate, like a third gender that’s not either. Genderfluid is typically when someone’s gender identity fluctuates. They can identify as female, male, or other genders at different times depending on how they feel. Agender is another gender identity that exists outside of the binary; not male or female, but something else entirely. There’s a lot more labels than that, too, and people are coining new ones for themselves all the time.” She gave him what she hoped was a supportive smile. “Like I said, if you feel it, there’s probably a word for it.”

“And-And it’s okay to feel it?” His voice was impossibly small, and broke on the last syllable.

Tammy felt her heart break at Sebastian’s words, and she reached over to pull him into a tight hug, tucking her head against his collarbone. “Of course it is, baby. It’s okay to feel and be anything, okay? It’s right, it’s always right. You’re good and perfect just the way you are. I promise.”

She felt more than heard Sebastian mumble, “Thank you,” into her hair, his chest heaving with relief at having allowed himself to ask the question he really wanted to. She could understand the feeling. When she felt a few tears drip onto the neck of her t-shirt, Tammy held him tighter, rubbing his back comfortingly and shushing him as best she could.

“You’re okay,” she promised him. “I’ve got you.” At her words, he began to cry even harder, and she whispered, “You’re safe” and “Let it out” while he sobbed into her shoulder. She felt awful that she hadn’t been able to tell he was struggling with this, but she knew she was proud of him for opening up to someone, and even more proud that it had been her. Sebastian was her best friend, and he’d helped her through more hard times than she could count. It was the least she could do to return the favor.

“S-Sorry,” Sebastian mumbled after a few minutes, when his tears began to slow to a trickle. He was trembling in her arms, and Tammy knew her own eyes were a little wet at seeing him in so much pain. She ran her fingers through the coarse hair at the nape of his neck and shushed him gently.

“You don’t have anything to apologise for,” she told him. “Come on, baby. You’re my best friend. I’m always here for you.”

Sebastian nodded into her neck, and she gave him one last squeeze before pulling away, giving him enough space to wipe his eyes and recover from the crying spell. “Do you want some tea?” she suggested, gesturing towards the kitchen. “I can make some and we can talk more in there, if you want.”

“That sounds nice,” Sebastian said, offering her a faint smile. “Thanks, Tammy.”

“Of course,” she replied immediately. “Come on. Let’s get you some tea and something to eat.” She reached for his hand and tugged him off the bed with her, and together they headed towards the kitchen.

“So, how long have you been thinking about this?” Tammy asked once Sebastian was settled at the counter on one of their barstools. She opened the cabinet and grabbed a box of tea and some hot chocolate mix while she talked. Without asking, she chose chamomile for Sebastian, and started the kettle boiling while she grabbed his favourite cup from the dishwasher.

“A few months,” Sebastian admitted, playing with his hands where they rested on the countertop. “I-I didn’t really want to, at first. I didn’t want to consider I wasn’t…” he trailed off, clearly still anxious, “...completely a man.”

“I understand,” Gregorio said, nodding at Sebastian’s words. “It’s a lot to realise you’re trans or non-binary or anything else. It took me forever to accept that I was gay, and even longer after that to start dating women and being proud of who I was.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian breathed, his shoulders slumping a little. He was relaxing, bit by bit, the longer they talked about it, which was what Tammy had hoped would happen. The teakettle whistled on the stove, and she turned and began pouring the boiling water into Sebastian’s cup to let the tea steep.

Accepting the cup from Tammy and wrapping his hands around it, Sebastian continued, “It’s just, you know, a lot of change. My mom is fine with me being bi, and she’s pretty supportive, but I don’t know how she’d feel about this, and it-it’s not like I’ve ever talked about this stuff with any of the others before. Who knows what they’d think, you know?”

“I do,” Tammy confirmed as she began the preparations for her hot chocolate. “It’s always scary trying to figure out how to come out, and when, and to who…” She shook her head. “I was terrified of telling everyone on the team, at first.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows raised, and he gave her an incredulous look. “Wait, really? You always seemed so chill about it. I mean, you literally came out to LaSalle by telling him if he didn’t ask out the pretty woman you guys were talking to, you would.”

Tammy chuckled, reaching for her favorite mug and a spoon. “That’s true, but it was all an act. You guys scared me so bad at first, especially LaSalle.”

Sebastian smiled, lifting his head to meet her gaze more steadily now. “I bet I was the least of your worries.”

“Admittedly, I wasn’t exactly sweatin’ it with you, baby,” Tammy replied, gesturing to the action figures perched on a shelf in the living room and the bisexual pride flag that hung on the wall. Sebastian laughed, and the sound was like music to Tammy’s ears. Things were getting better.

They were quiet for a few minutes, as Tammy hummed to the tune of the jazz band playing on the street below, and Sebastian seemed lost in his own thoughts, fidgeting with his hands on the bar.

“Here,” Tammy said, breaking the silence, and tossed him a fidget toy from one of their many stashes hidden all over the house. Considering they were both neurodivergent, albeit in different ways, it made sense that their home was filled with boxes or miscellaneous piles of fidget toys in odd places. This particular stash was stuffed inside one of the kitchen drawers, where she kept all of the cookbooks that she bought but never used.

“Thanks,” Sebastian sighed, picking up the tangle and beginning to wrap his fingers around it. “Sorry I’m such a mess tonight, Tam. It’s just…” He shook his head, trailing off.

“It’s okay,” Tammy reassured him, checking the tea to see that it was done steeping. She reached into his cup and pulled the tea bag out, throwing it in the trash while she talked. “I get it. Figuring out who you are is hard. Coming out to someone is hard. You’re doing great, baby.” She tapped the rim of his cup and raised an expectant eyebrow at him. “Drink.”

Sebastian did, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a few sips of the warm tea. She watched as he slumped in his seat, relaxing even more from the hot drink. She smiled to herself, triumphant, and moved to take the whistling kettle off the burner so she could pour hot water into her own mug.

“When you’re ready,” she said, emphasizing her words so he wouldn’t start to panic again, “We can look up some stuff for you, and try out a few new things to see what works best.” She finished pouring the boiling water into her cup and emptied the kettle, placing it back on the stove on an unused burner. Plunking her spoon into the mug and beginning to stir, she let the quiet clinking sounds and the sight of Sebastian serenely drinking his tea guide her on the best words to say next.

“I’m not sure what label you’re leaning towards right now, and if you don’t know, that’s completely okay. There’s no rush. If you never know, even, that’s okay too. But when you’re ready, and if it sounds good to you, I have some makeup that you could try putting on. I’ll give you a few pointers.” She looked over at Sebastian for a response, and was reassured to see him grinning back at her, obviously delighted at the idea.

“We can also go shopping – it doesn’t have to be at the department store, if you think you’d be more comfortable shopping online. But we can look at some more feminine clothing for you, and if there’s anything you like, you can keep it in mind for the future. You’re welcome to try on any of my stuff, though I’m not much of a girly-girl.” She smiled at her best friend and was relieved to see Sebastian in the beginning stages of a laugh, not looking overwhelmed or panicked in the slightest. Good.

“Thanks, Tammy,” Sebastian said, a grateful smile blooming on his face. He took another drink of his tea before continuing, “I – uh – I was thinking non-binary sounded kind of cool, actually. As a label for me. And maybe…he/they pronouns?”

“Awesome,” Tammy replied, nodding her head enthusiastically. “Non-binary is very cool, Sebastian. So is he/they. I’ll start calling you by them whenever we’re around the house from now on.” She leaned over the bar to give him a high-five, and he slapped her hand with more gusto than she’d seen in a few weeks, at least. Her palm stung afterwards, but it was worth it.

“Hey,” Tammy said, her tone becoming serious, “I’m proud of you. You know that, right?” She propped herself up on her elbows and took one of his hands, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. “I know it takes a lot of courage to come out, even to just one person. Even to your best friend. You did great, baby.”

Sebastian’s eyes filled with tears once more, but this time, he was smiling as they slid down his cheeks, and he didn’t try to hide them from Tammy. “Thank you. You-You really have no idea what that means to me.”

“I think I do, actually,” Tammy replied, her voice soft. “We’re both gay, remember? Even if it’s not the same thing, it’s similar enough, I’ll bet.” She raised her cup in the air to clink against Sebastian’s in an informal toast, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Based on the grin they gave her as he returned the toast, it worked.

“Technically, I’m half gay,” Sebastian informed her after they’d both taken a drink, and Tammy threw her head back in a long, loud laugh.

“Of course that’s the part you would focus on,” she said, smiling fondly at him. “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m your idiot,” Sebastian replied, without missing a beat.

“Yeah, you are,” Tammy said, her voice turning soft and affectionate. “Forever and always, baby.” She tapped her index finger against the mug she was using, a custom piece that Sebastian had made for her, upon which the words Best Friends Forever! To my BFF, Tammy were scrawled in Sebastian’s messy handwriting.

With that, Tammy was rounding the corner of the bar and drawing Sebastian into another warm embrace. She felt them relax fully in her arms, and she gave him a tight, reassuring squeeze to let them know he wasn’t alone. No matter what happened, she would always have his back.

“Love you, Tam,” Sebastian mumbled into her neck. “Thanks for being, well, you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Tammy replied, “and there’s no need to thank me for that. I don’t know how to be anyone else.”

“Good,” Sebastian said, burying his face in her shoulder. “Don’t.”

Tammy chuckled and ran a hand through their hair once again. “I won’t, I promise.” She pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, and said, “Just as long as you promise me you won’t, either.”

Sebastian smiled, and said, “I promise.”

“Good.”

They stood together for a few more minutes, locked in a warm embrace, before Sebastian pulled away, giving her one last squeeze and reaching for his discarded tea mug. Tammy rounded the counter to collect hers, as well, and together they moved into the living room, placing their cups on the coffee table and collapsing onto the sofa.

“Hey, uh, I’m still not sure when this will happen yet, but w-when I do tell the others, will you come with me?” Sebastian asked, looking up at Tammy hopefully from their position next to her on the couch. He was slumped over, their head resting on Tammy’s shoulder, and she couldn’t help but smile at the trust he placed in her.

“Of course I will,” Tammy said, reaching over to take their hand once more. “Whatever you need, baby, I’m here. I promise.”

“Thank you,” Sebastian breathed, and he closed his eyes, obviously exhausted from their talk and the emotional upheaval of coming out to her. Tammy wrapped an arm around their shoulders, encouraging them to rest even more of his weight on her, and rubbed his upper arm comfortingly.

“Always,” she said, and with that, Sebastian allowed himself to drift off into sleep, settled in the knowledge that, no matter what happened, he would always have his best friend by his side to support him.

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epilogue: LOST in the LABYRINTH

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch and the Watcher.

Cw: Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/N: Some things are color-coded. If any of you are colorblind lemme know. 

Though all creatures of the earth were once in harmony, life was not entirely without strife.

In the old times, when all the animals still had possession of their true names and so could still discern each other’s speech, there was a young deer who was attacked by a fox. The terrified creature escaped, but was badly injured. It fled through the forest, certain that at any moment the fox would close the distance between them and finish it off. When it reached its den, it went in search of a safe place to hide.

First it went down and to the right, but thought it heard the fox calling out after it. It went further and further into the maze of tunnels, turning this way and that, and still it felt sure the fox was about to catch it and devour it. Before long, it had gone so far that none of the roots or stones around it looked familiar any more, and it knew that it was lost. Wounded, exhausted, and afraid, the deer lay down and wept, for it could not find its way home.

After a while, it heard a noise nearby, and looked up to see three cicadas creeping toward it. They were on their way to the surface, where the cicadas’ arrival had been long awaited. “Excuse me,” said the deer, “I’m lost and cannot find my way. Can you tell me where I am?”

“You don’t know?” they asked, in great surprise. When the deer said that it did not, the three insects conferred amongst themselves for a time. The green cicada had lived for many years beneath the earth and was the wisest of the three. It said, “We will put a question to you, and if you can answer it, you will surely know exactly where you are.”

The deer agreed, and listened to the green cicada’s words:

“While she lives, she casts a shadow, and when she dies, light may be seen. Her flesh is used to make the strongest tools, and her fruit is the fruit of the unenclosed land. Who is she?”

The deer thought for a while, and at last it knew to whom the great and tangled roots around it must belong. It gave its answer, and the insects praised its insight. “Since you have now proven yourself,” they said, “we will answer any question you would like to ask us. What would you like to know?”

The deer considered this offer for a while. At first, it thought to ask how it might avoid the fox’s jaws again, but it could tell there would be no second encounter with the fox for it. Then it thought to ask them to show it the way home, but it had grown so weak by this time that it knew it could not make the journey. Instead, it said, “I have been afraid for a long time, and I am in great pain. How may I be made free from my suffering?”

The green cicada said, “Every flower fades in time. Perhaps you should ask the highest tree, at whose feet we now sit, for they know everything there is to know in this wide world.”

The deer thanked the insects, and they continued on their way. Then the deer lay down again and closed its eyes. It was so very tired, and so very frail, but it gathered up what strength it had left, and called upon the wise old tree in whose roots it lay.

After a time, the deer heard the response to its plea. “I can do what you ask,” the ancient tree said, “though there will be a cost.”

“I will pay it,” said the deer, “whatever it may be, if it means I may be free of fear.”

“You must give your heart to me,” said the tree. “To be truly free, you must relinquish your greatest strength, and only then will you find relief.”

“Is it wrong of me to do so?” the deer asked, worrying that it was its fear alone that drove it to ask this of the tree.

“Not at all, dear one,” the tree replied. “You are very brave to make such a sacrifice.”

So the deer whispered its true name to the great tree, who accepted it tenderly and wove a spell to set the weary deer free.

THE END

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St . Sebastian (non binary)