#i just started and i'm obsessed with his mind

[diaryofawhoretbh]

the chosen one. | carmen berzatto

| i think i'm just obsessed with writing angst at this point. writer of agony and despair. (sorry for any mistakes. i tried to proof-read and my mind went fuzzy each time.)

| wc: 3k

| in which carmen berzatto fucks up. big time.

it was supposed to be one of those nights. quiet. safe. yours.

you were tangled with carmy in bed, all bare skin and muffled laughter and the quiet kind of love that doesn't need to be spoken aloud anymore. his lips were warm against your shoulder. his hands, familiar. his voice low, rough with want as he kissed down your collarbone, whispering things into your skin you used to write in your journal like secrets. the air smelled like sex and vanilla candle wax. the sheets were kicked down to your ankles, his body covering yours like he was afraid to let you go.

and it had only been a few nights ago.

that moment. the moment.

you standing under a fucking archway of roses in the back garden of a friend's restuarant he'd rented out for the night.

"marry me?" spelled out in lit-up marquee letters behind you. carmen in a suit. a real one. clean-shaven, hair tousled yet neat. his hands shaking. eyes glassy. a velvet box in his palm.

he'd done it all for you.

every rose, every string light, every damn canape passed around by staff he barely knew how to talk to.

because he knew you loved grand gestures. loud declarations of love. and even if it wasn't him, he wanted to give you the kind of proposal you dreamed of.

he didn't make a speech— he just dropped to one knee and whispered your name like it was something holy.

and you said yes.

through tears. through laughter. through a hand over your mouth as you nodded so hard you almost collapsed into him.

you wore the ring to bed that night.

and every night after.

until now.

it wasn't supposed to hurt.

but it sure did.

you didn't even realise your eyes were closed until he said it.

"fuck.. you feel so good claire."

the name didn't even belong in the room. that name hit you like a glass shattering inside your chest.

at first, you thought you were hearing things. maybe it had just come out slurred. maybe he said babe. maybe-

no. no, he didn't.

your whole body froze beneath him. your heart went silent. you opened your eyes.

his were closed. he kept moving — two more thrusts, maybe even three — before he felt the way you went still.

he didn't even know he'd said it.

your stomach twisted violently. not like anger. like sickness. like grief.

"...what did you just say?" your voice came out hollow.

carmen froze. you felt it instantly— his whole body going still above you, like someone had pulled the plug on him. he blinked, eyes wide now, panic starting to crack across his face like ice under pressure.

"wait— no. no, no. i didn't mean— fuck baby— i didn't mean to say that—"

"claire?" you choked. "are you fucking kidding me carm?"

you pushed him off you so hard he stumbled back onto the mattress. "get the fuck away from me."

"baby— please. i swear—" he reached for you.

"don't fucking touch me carmen." you grabbed the sheet, held it to your chest like armour, even though you were already so exposed, it didn't matter. "you said her fucking name."

"it was—" he was stammering, naked and desperate, eyes shining with guilt. "it was a mistake, i wasn't— i didn't mean it—"

"then why the fuck was it in your mouth?"

he didn't have an answer.

"you proposed to me," you said, voice shaking. "you spent weeks planning that night. the roses. the lights. you wore a fucking tie, carmen."

you stood up, legs shaking. you weren't even thinking. just moving. grabbing your clothes off the floor. you could feel your heartbeat in your teeth. your ears. your hands.

"do you still think about her?" you asked, voice sharp but cracking at the edges. "do you imagine it's her when you touch me?"

"no. baby, God—no. never. i don't— i haven't even seen her in forever-"

"but she's still in your head," you pulled on your shirt, backwards, didn't bother fixing it. "she's still the one you think about when you're not thinking. when it's real. when it's fucking instinct. it was honest carmy— carmen."

he stood slowly, chest rising and falling like he couldn't get enough air.

"i'm sorry baby." his voice was small now. fragile. "i don't— i don't know why that happened. i really don't—"

you turned to him, half-dressed, your engagement ring catching the soft bedside light. "you don't know? that's your excuse? you said another woman's name while you were inside me and all you have is i don't know?"

he didn't speak. just stared at you like he wanted to go back in time. like if he said nothing, the moment would rewrite itself.

you stared at him like he wasn't real. like maybe you'd dreamed him up— this entire thing. the proposal. the promises. the soft way he held your hand when you got nervous at work. the way he always kisses your forehead like it meant something.

you blinked, and suddenly all of it felt fake. cheap. performative.

your eyes dropped to your hand.

the ring glinted in the low light— mocking you. still warm from your skin. a symbol of something that was supposed to be real. something that was supposed to mean— i chose you. it's you. only you.

you didn't even think.

you yanked it off your finger so fast it scraped the skin raw. your breath hitched as your chest caved inward, and before he could even open his mouth again—

you threw it at him.

hard.

the ring hit his chest with a sharp, metallic clink, then fell to the floor with a pathetic little bounce and rolled under the edge of the bed.

your vision was swimming with tears now, hot and endless, your shoulders shaking.

"fuck you, bear." you choke, voice splintering, broken open like a wound. "fuck you for making me think i was the one. fuck you for making me believe i was her replacement. fuck you for making me think i wasn't. fuck you for saying her name like i wasn't even here."

carmen didn't move. his arms hung useless at his sides. his face crumpled, eyes wide and full of something like horror— but you didn't care. you couldn't care.

not when every cell in your body was screaming.

you staggered back like you couldn't stand to be near him. like the air around him was toxic now.

“you said her name,” you whispered again, more to yourself than him. “you said her name like it was second nature. like it was still her.”

the tears wouldn’t stop. you wiped your face with the back of your hand, furious at yourself for crying. for feeling. for loving him like you did.

he said your name, stood like he might try to reach for you again.

"don't," you warned, voice low and broken. "don't touch me. don't say my name if you don't even know who the fuck i am."

he stood there, bare, ashamed, wordless.

but you didn’t wait for his apology.

you turned away from him like the door was a finish line, grabbed your phone, and called richie with trembling fingers.

you didn’t look back.

he didn’t stop you.

bare skin. shaking hands. grief turning to rage.

because a man who loved you enough to spell it out in roses still didn't love you right.

and that thought scared the fuck out of you.

--

your fingers shook as you dialed richie’s number.

one ring.

two.

"yooo princess!" he answered, casual, not knowing you were standing barefoot in a hallway with your soul in pieces.

"rich, can you come get me... please?" your voice cracked. you swallowed the lump in your throat, hard. "i'm at carm's."

a pause.

then his tone changed completely. "... what happened?"

you couldn't say it. your breath hitched. the hallway lights were too bright. the silence behind the door too loud. you leaned against the wall, pressing your fist to your mouth so you wouldn't sob into the phone's speaker.

"please." that's all you could manage.

"i'm on my fuckin' way princess," he said immediately. "five minutes. don't move."

you stayed on the phone.

the seconds stretched into forever. you stayed pressed against the cool drywall like it was the only thing holding you up. you felt sick. your skin still smelled like carmy. your mouth still tasted like his kiss. and all you could hear in your head, over and over, was her name in his voice.

claire.

claire.

claire.

you slid down the wall until you were crouched on the floor, arms wrapped around yourself, phone in your lap, bare feet cold against the hardwood. somewhere behind that door, carmy carmen was probably still standing in the wreckage of your love story. but he didn't come after you. and that told you everything you needed to know.

a car horn outside made you flinch. then tires screeching as they hit the brakes too hard. then a voice from your phone, "i'm here."

richie.

you stood up on autopilot, wiping your cheeks, smearing your mascara across your face. quickly ending the call. you didn't care how you looked like with your teary face and smudged mascara, you didn't care. you just needed to get out.

when you opened the front door to the building, richie was already halfway out of the car, eyes scanning until he saw you.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered when he did.

his whole expression changed.

you must've looked like hell— barefoot, tears streaked down your face, shirt backwards, hair a mess. you didn't even care.

you didn't say a word. you just slowly walked straight to him, you didn't even have your shoes. your voice was gone. but richie caught on fast.

richie moved fast— like instinct, like muscle memory— and before you could take another step, he was right there.

"c'mere. come here, sweetheart."

you collapsed into his arms without thinking. without hesitation.

he wrapped his arms around you, tight, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other around your waist like he was practically holding you together. you let yourself fall into him, let your whole body press against his, trembling and wet-faced and exhausted.

"i got you now... what did he do?"

you didn't answer.

your chin trembled. your lips parted, but nothing came out.

richie nodded slowly, jaw tight. he didn't press. just stood there, with his hands around you.

"you don't gotta talk now. not if you don't want to."

you let out a whisper, "we... we were having sex and... richie— he said her name."

"motherfucker. oh, baby..." he breathed into your hair, voice thick with emotion. "he fucking said her name? fucking jagoff."

you nodded against his chest, and your whole body shuddered.

richie closed his eyes like the rage was swallowing him whole— but he didn't let go. didn't say anything sharp or loud. just held your tighter.

"i got you," he whispered, over and over. "i got you, i got you. you're okay now. you're out. you're safe."

you clung to him like a lifeline, hands fisting in the back of his hoodie. he smelled like cigarette smoke and cologne and something comfortingly normal. something real.

"i feel so fucking stupid," you whispered, voice cracked, ruined.

"hey, don't say that," he murmured immediately, pulling back just enough to cup your face. "you ain't stupid. you're the smartest fuckin' person i know, and you loved him, and he couldn't carry it right. that's not on you, baby."

tears spilled over again and you choked out, "i don't want to go back in there, richie."

"you're not. you're comin' with me, yeah?" his hand rubbed up and down your arm. "you don't gotta do anything but breathe, alright? i'll take care of the rest."

you just nodded.

he leaned down slightly, looking you in the eye. "you good to walk, or you want me to carry you?"

you gave a watery laugh and shook your head, and he smiled softy at the sound. "okay. come on."

he opened the car door gently, helped you inside like you were made of glass, and buckled you in without a word. when he closed the door, the world felt a little quieter.

when he got in next to you, he didn't start the car right away.

he just looked over at you— really looked, and said,

"i'm proud of you baby. for leavin'. for not stayin' just 'cause it hurt to go."

you looked over at him, eyes red, throat sore, heart bare.

and for the first time that night, you believed you weren't alone.

--

the car was silent, but not cold.

richie didn't speak. didn't fill the air with noise or questions or well-meaning advice. he just kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting palm-up on the console beside you— close enough that if you needed to hold on, you could.

you didn't.

not yet.

but the gesture sat between you like a promise.

the city blurred past the windows. you didn't see any of it. just the reflection of your face in the glass. puffy eyes. shirt still backwards. skin that still carried his touch. you wanted to crawl out of it. you wanted to be someone else.

but richie kept driving like he knew the road to someplace safer.

when he pulled into his driveway, he parked carefully— no screeching, no slamming. just... quiet. gentle. the opposite of everything burning in your chest.

he got out, came around to your side, and opened the door for you without a word.

you didn't move right away.

you just looked up at him, eyes full of unshed tears, body too heavy.

richie bent down, met you at eye level.

"you wanna fall apart right here? that’s fine. i’ll sit on the fuckin’ curb with you all night,” he said. his voice was low, steady. “but if you’re ready, i’ll get you inside, put you in something soft, give you water, and you can cry until it don’t hurt.”

your bottom lip quivered. “i’m so tired.”

“i know,” he whispered. “i got you.”

you nodded. he reached out a hand.

and this time, you took it.

--

the moment you stepped inside richie’s house, something in you cracked open.

because it was yours, too. you hadn’t realized just how much until now.

your hoodie was still draped over the back of the kitchen chair. a scrunchie sat forgotten on the doorknob. your shoes were near the couch, half-tucked under it. your half-used lip balm was on the coffee table, next to richie’s keys.

you stood there in the doorway, blinking back more tears—not from pain this time, but something warmer.

“i never moved any of your shit,” richie said, coming up beside you. “didn’t feel right.”

you looked up at him.

“i like when you’re here,” he added, softer. “even if it’s just a hoodie on a chair.”

your breath caught in your throat.

he took your bag, set it down carefully, then walked into the kitchen. “you want tea? i got that dumb sleepy time shit with the bear on it.”

you let out a weak, surprised laugh.

“there she is,” he smiled.

you nodded. “tea would be good.”

while he boiled water, you wandered to the couch and lowered yourself onto it. the cushions dipped the way they always did, familiar and worn in. you pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face in your arms.

when richie came back, he handed you the mug like it was something sacred. then, without asking, he threw a soft knit blanket over your shoulders and sat beside you—close, but not crowding.

“thanks,” you murmured, voice rough.

he shrugged. “you’re family. this is what we do.”

you took a sip. the mug warmed your hands, even if your chest still ached.

“i didn’t think i’d feel safe tonight,” you whispered. “not anywhere.”

“you’re safe here,” richie said, without hesitation. “you could burn this whole place down and i’d still hand you the matches.”

that broke you.

a choked sob escaped your lips, and before you could even think about holding it back, richie was there—pulling you into him, arms wrapping around you with a kind of gentleness you didn’t expect from him.

“let it out,” he murmured. “i got you. i’m not goin’ anywhere.”

you buried your face in his chest, sobbing harder now, clinging to his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you from disappearing.

he didn’t shush you.

he didn’t say it would be okay.

he just held you, swaying gently like you were something fragile and sacred, letting you cry all over him. one hand rubbed slow circles on your back. the other held the back of your head.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” he whispered into your hair. “you loved him. that’s not weakness.”

“he said her name like i didn’t matter,” you gasped out.

“he said her name because he’s still fucked up,” richie said, calm but firm. “not because you’re not enough. you’re more than enough. he just ain’t ready for someone like you.”

you pulled back slightly, eyes red, lip trembling. “you really think so?”

“i know so.”

you looked at him—really looked at him—and he held your gaze, steady and full of a quiet kind of love that didn’t ask anything of you.

then, softer: “you wanna sleep? i can get the guest blanket. or you stay out here and i take the floor. whatever you want.”

“i don’t want to be alone.”

“then i’m right here.”

you nodded.

richie stood up just long enough to grab a pillow and toss it behind you. then he sat down again and opened his arm.

you curled into his side, blanket over you both, and for the first time all night, your breathing slowed.

richie turned off the lamp beside you, and the room dimmed into something soft.

he didn’t say anything else.

just stayed.

warm. steady.

and in the quiet, you finally fell asleep.

but little did you know what tomorrow had in store for you.

[alexanderlightweight]

Hi!!!! I'm absolutely obsessed with your vampire malec and arranged marriage malec, and I'd love to read more if you ever feel up for it! sfw/nsfw hope you're having a good Wednesday<3

yeah i got way into writing this scene because it's the morning after they marry and this is where the drama starts to build. so i hope you enjoy. i say drama, i mean. like besides the heavy themes it's more like... mutual misunderstandings? but not in bad ways. i have no fucking clue how to describe this fic ever. it's like... both the misunderstandings and the truth lead to the same place so it's fine? and like the angst is... 'oh no i adore him and i can't trust him. i have to keep him so close that when he betrays me i can just cauterize the wound and keep him' and 'i'm going to prove how much i love him if i have to destroy the clave and also if i make him sad i will die' kind of angst.

<3 lumine

the bitter trap of truth

Magnus wakes with a nephilim in his arms.

It shouldn’t be a shock considering he married one less than twenty-four hours ago, but it’s still not something he expected.

The sex was supposed to be ritualistic.

In fact Magnus would have been fine just fucking on the floor — after all, hate fucking didn’t need a bed — or if things were civil enough he had a… well not a guest room perhaps. But a room prepared separately from his own for his nephilim spouse.

Except they did not fuck on the floor, or at least not yet.

And the sex they had wasn’t hate sex.

It was actually some of the sweetest, eagerest and most tender sex Magnus has ever had despite how enthusiastic and at times rough it got. And that’s not even considering how —without any effort on his part—  he had Alexander’s begging him constantly simply to keep touching him and kissing him and talking to him and well… Magnus has some thoughts to put in order.

Eventually.

Because currently, he’s not leaving Alexander here in his bed, alone.

Not because Alexander shouldn’t have access to his room unsupervised — monitoring magic has already been threaded through the entirety of Magnus’ lair — but because he doesn’t want to.  He wants to see Alexander wake.  He wants to see what those hazel eyes show during those first moments of rare unguarded emotions and the truths Alexander’s sleep-vulnerable body will tell him.

It’s obvious when his shadowhunter wakes up.

Alexander stiffens, he goes cold and hard in Magnus’ arms and just as Magnus is about to give up and let go and realize that last night was probably just Alexander being relieved at not having sex with a woman, his shadowhunter relaxes. 

It’s because he sees Magnus’ hand where it rests low on Alexander’s belly. With Magnus’ ringed fingers digging into the skin with a possessive intensity.

Long, calloused fingers cover Magnus’ own as Alexander gives a little sigh of content relief and then, pets his fingers over Magnus’.  He wriggles back too, gently and stealthily but he’s trying to get more skin-to-skin contact and the moment Magnus just gives in and pulls Alexander completely flush against him, his boy sighs with pleasure.

“You slept deeply.” Is the only thing Magnus can think to say, because aren’t nephilim supposed to be alert and wary and often go days without sleeping in enemy and hostile territory?

“You wore me out.” Alexander doesn’t sound upset, if anything he sounds gleefully pleased. “And I can’t imagine having trouble sleeping when it’s in your arms.”

Magnus really needs to get a handle on this.

Soon.

Because he’s about five more sentences from Alexander and marrying them the warlock way as well. Which would be incredibly irrational and foolish and irresponsible yet Magnus doesn’t want to let this go.

Whatever Alexander is planning. 

Whatever is going through his intelligent, beautiful mind, Magnus is going to figure it out. Whatever threats are the deadly thorns hidden by Alexander’s beauty, Magnus will neutralize them and he’ll keep Alexander.

Because he doubts very much that he can give this up now that he’s had this and it can’t all be faked.

Nephilim are hardly good actors and Alexander — despite his stoicism — is fairly easy to read.  Which makes it all the more confusing and harder to truly trust him.  However what Magnus can trust in is that Alexander is attracted to him.

That was clearly not something the Clave had planned and well, Magnus will use it to his advantage.

However he needs to and can.

—

Alec really doesn’t want to wake up.

He’s never felt this rested or this content and small moments of joy almost always mean something terrible is about to occur.  It’s about at that moment he registers another person in bed with him and his mind blanks in a blind panic.

It’s bad enough that he had to get married and drug himself into sleeping with a woman but to sleep peacefully and restfully next to her as well? Alec is about to bite off his own tongue because clearly, the aphrodisiac was more powerful than he thought and he is not dealing with this, until he takes one final inhale.

The scent of sandalwood and sex and sweat confuse him, because those scents comfort him even if they’re only newly familiar.  Like the memory of a dream and then fingers flex on his belly and he looks down with a sigh of desperate relief.

Magnus.

Some part of Alec’s sleep-muddled mind had thought he’d been a dream.

— how else could someone so amazing be possible? —

Magnus is the culmination of the desperate tangle of Alec’s deepest desires and hopes and it’s with euphoria that Alec tries to soak up as much of Magnus’ skin against. Sharing in the warmth of his husband — Alec is married and to a man — and he delights in it.

Magnus’ fingers twitch under his own, digging deeper into his skin as Magnus pulls him back, flush against him and so close that he can feel every exhale and inhale Magnus makes.

Magnus may be teasing him — Alec isn’t stupid, he can tell Magnus is confused and wary.

Except Alec is serious.

He doesn’t know how to get Magnus to trust him either.

There is no reason whatsoever for Magnus to trust him and it seems like the best way for Alec to prove his sincerity  — and just who he considers to be his priority — is simplyto be the best husband he possibly can for Magnus.

Alec might need a little while to get used to the sex. However that’s not a complaint. He just has a feeling it’s going to take some repetition before just being held by Magnus is no longer so overwhelming that he can’t think during it.

Eventually, he’d like to actually be able to form coherent thoughts while Magnus touches him. Instead of the puddle of pleasure that he’d been turned into.  Alec’s pretty sure his legs are still trembling when he shifts and somehow, that just makes him grin into a pillow that smells like Magnus.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Magnus asks, fingers petting over Alec’s skin and Alec is… Alec is frankly shocked that Magnus thinks Alec can think about food when Magnus is touching him.  Despite the fact that his mind is very aware of his priorities, his body betrays him as his stomach growls and Alec lets out a sigh and turns without thinking.

Magnus is beautiful in the afternoon sun and his eyes glow gold but as awestruck as Alec is, it’s all he can do to mutter a soft ‘wow’ before burrowing his face into Magnus’ chest.

It’s warm and comforting and he can hear his husband’s heartbeat and yes, fine.  Alec is hungry but he’s hungrier for this. It doesn’t have to be sex, just the warmth of Magnus’ body against his own and the relief of being married to a man seeping into his bones.

“Alexander?” Magnus asks a few moments later and Alec means to answer, he really does but he just nods his head against Magnus’ chest and finds that he very much likes the feeling and continues to do it, nuzzling Magnus until fingers are tangling in his hair and he’s being pulled back. “Don’t give me that look.” Magnus tells him, voice firm but not angry.  If anything Magnus seems bemused and his eyes are darker, the pupils larger than a moment ago.

—

Magnus really isn’t sure what Alexander is anymore.

He’s clearly not just a nephilim.

Magnus would assume he’s some highly trained honey-pot except, he’s quite frankly terrible at the pot part.  Oh, he’s sweet as can be and Magnus is going to savor him, but he also clearly has no idea what he’s doing and is more than happy to let Magnus not just take the lead, but direct everything.  If anything, he seems delighted by just being told what to do.  Except now, when he’s pouting at Magnus as if wriggling all up against Magnus wasn’t a clear attempt to delay both a meal and conversation.

Except when Alexander pouts at him, it’s hard to imagine that Alexander has any plan.  He doesn’t need one. His face is devastating enough that Magnus is sure wars would have been fought in his honor once upon a time.

“Food, darling.”

The pet name is an accident and Magnus has a feeling he’ll be making quite a few of those with Alexander but it earns him a pleased smile and the flutter of sleepy eyelashes when Magnus tugs on Alexander’s hair in reprimand.

Alexander doesn’t seem to be particularity picky.  Magnus had planned to leave his spouse to fend for themselves except… none of this is going as he’d expected and he wants Alexander close.  Not only for surveillance but well, he is a delectable view so Magnus isn’t complaining.

It’s when Magnus has finished summoning a decent spread of food that Alexander looks around the table and offers a polite thanks but there is little gusto in his appetite. If anything, he seems a little perturbed and while Magnus had made sure to summon some of the heartiest and heavily laden with meat dishes that he could think of, Alexander still seems dismayed.

Magnus would assume this is where the complaints begin — because every shadowhunter spouse has thrown a fit about their dietary needs being met — except Alexander’s not actually saying anything.  In fact he compliments almost everything he tries and even when it looks like he hates it, he still finishes it.  To the point where Magnus is beginning to feel like he’s torturing his boy rather than just, having a meal.

“Alexander, is there something else you’d enjoy eating? These are most of the dishes requested by nephilim spouses. I did do my research, but I realize that personal preference can vary.”

Magnus isn’t sure if he’s trying to comfort Alexander or remind him of who is in control.  At his question Alexander’s expression twists and then he pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

“This kind of meat and nutrient dense diet is the same kind of diet a nephilim keeps to when they’re in enemy territory or at war, Magnus. It’s to help ensure all nutrients are met but with as little comfort or excess as possible. It’s to ensure we stay properly fit and in shape and without letting our guard down.”

Magnus isn’t surprised by the explanation.  If anything, it’s makes sense in the most ridiculous of ways.

“I however, would like waffles. The ones with chocolate and fruit, please.”

Magnus blinks. 

“That doesn’t sound like fare for war.”

“I’m married, Magnus." Alexander gently taps his bare knuckles against Magnus as if Magnus needs a reminder. "I’m pretty much retired from the Clave. My position as your spouse take precedent over my rank and by my vows, I answer to you. I'm on my honeymoon at this point. As considerate as it was of you to prepare what you thought I needed. Why would I eat my weight in boar when I could eat twice my weight in strawberries and waffles?”

Well… despite the fact that it’s still confusing and definitely not an argument any other nephilim has made, it does make a strange sort of sense.  Especially because the moment Magnus snaps away the food and replaces it with food from one of his favorite Belgian cafes, Alexander’s entire face lights up.

It’s like watching a chum being set out for sharks.

Alexander devours half a bowl of berries before he seems to remember to breathe and then, despite clearly wanting to eat the rest he offers them with a pout — a pout! — to Magnus.

Magnus takes one just to see how Alexander’s mournful expression turns into a different kind of hunger as he watches Magnus eat the berry and then, Magnus takes another and this time offers it to Alexander directly.

There’s no hesitation.

There’s no moment where Magnus has to wonder ‘why am I doing this? What the fuck am I thinking?’ because before his hand finishes reaching out, Alexander mouth is meeting him. His lips are soft around Magnus’ fingers and his teeth are gentle as they tease Magnus’ skin.

Magnus is left flushed and wondering how his thoughtless action backfired so spectacularly, only to find Alexander looking hopefully at him.

Magnus isn’t about to turn Alexander down. 

He’s just confused, because Alexander is the byproduct of two Circle members. He's only here because of his parents own sins and he has no reason to play nice despite it being a relief that he is. However not long ago, Magnus was at a political dinner when every piece of tableware a downworlder touched was destroyed after their use.  The assumption that the taint of them could not simply be washed away a slap to the face during an already tender time.

Magnus realizes that he’d half expected his hand to be slapped away but Alexander is waiting there, eager and excited and he’s waiting for Magnus to continue to feed him.

So Magnus does, reveling in the fact that Alexander seems to care for nothing more than each bite of sweet berry and the brief taste of Magnus’ skin against his tongue.

“Do you plan to only eat fruit?” Magnus manages to ask, offering another berry because well, what a way to go?

“Honeymoon.” Alexander tells him firmly, lips stained from juice and he’s quite tame like this.

All sleep soft and hair tousled and he’s Magnus'.

Magnus isn’t sure how to handle it at all.

“I realize you don’t intend to restrict yourself to the same meals of the other nephilim, but surely you need to eat more than berries and chocolate?” The waffles Alexander had requested are barely touched and it’s with a gleeful suspicion that Magnus cuts a piece of his own, eats it and then offers the second bite to Alexander. Who eats it with a tired sigh of contentment, though his eyes still wander to the fruit.

But by Edom he is going to successfully keep Alexander if he has to dismantle the entire Clave to do it.

AN:

and we start to see some of the layered context here.

Alec woke up thinking Magnus was a dream and he was in his own personal nightmare and yes, he was about to bite through his tongue before he realized it was Magnus. like he was about to say 'screw the clave i can't deal with this' and then he was like 'oh.. oh. well thats fine, we're still screwing the clave. or well, messing with them. since i'm only screwing magnus'

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magnus: this is a trap, i want to figure out the truth so i can make it real. he's mine. that's the rule. he's mine. i'll just spring and neutralize the trap but either way i'm keeping him.

alec: hi. i just met you. and this is crazy. i'm your husband, i love you maybe definitely.

magnus: ... he's been drugged. clearly. but also he's adorable and pretty and i'm both lucky and doomed.

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alec: okay. i have to be polite... this is so awful. why is he feeding me wartime rations? like... what did i do? does he hate me? is this because i fell asleep during sex? does he think i need better stamina? because i think having more sex will lead to better stamina over this awful food

magnus: ... you don't like it?

alec: ... uh no. it's fine? it's great? i just you know, want comfort honeymoon i'm celebrating party food? since this is the happiest time i've ever spent in my life? the war rations are kinda killing the mood

magnus: i feed you a berry, haha you probably wont even let me what was i thinking-

alec: okay. so now you have to hand feed me. the rest of the meal. this is a couples thing. i distinctly remember reading about something like this.

(Alec is convinced magnus is being romantic. Magnus now thinks its a kink thing. Alec is just really intimacy starved and Magnus is his husband? what's wrong with being romantic and intimate with his husband?

also in my headcanon alec is autistic. all the verses. so you have to remember that even as a nephilim, he's a super unreliable narrator for even his own race because the way he interprets stuff might be completely different to the typical reality/knowledge. Alec thinks he's doing the best job flirting and wooing his husband. like, he's trying so hard.)

magnus mentally: is he a baby bird? how bird like are nephilim? i'm confused and concerned.

Magnus five seconds later: oh... oh it's a kink thing. oh he didn't know this about himself either. okay. this is delightful. im pleased. i'm so fucking pleased.

Alec: this is like, pure euphoria. i'm getting attention and care and he's so sweet to me even though he has no reason to be. i have to be the best husband for him. forget raziel, my mission is to be Magnus Bane's Husband.

Alec finding the 'spare guest room' at one point

magnus: this is... well it was. it's supposed to be... at one point it was. well it's your room, technically.

alec: ... oh. do you want me to start sleeping in here then?

magnus: ...

alec with a blank face: its a nice color? the bed looks comfy? ... oh it even has its own bathroom. (the implication for him is that he will no longer get to bathe and shower with magnus)

magnus: NO I DO NOT WANT YOU MOVING INTO THIS ROOM. I WANTED YOUR OPINION ON MAKING IT A WORKOUT ROOM.

alec: oh well, i'm fine just using the roof, Magnus.

Magnus: Alexander. you need a space. of your own.

Alec: *sad eyes*

Magnus: ITS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!!! YOU DONT HAVE TO STAY IN IT JUST YOU NEED IT.

Alec: but then you might think i'm hiding things from you?

Magnus: ... alexander. darling. my very strange and still confusing husband whom i adore but also do not trust through no fault of your own... i'm giving up. *snaps fingers and dissolves the room into the magic of the lair*

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Magnus seeing Alexander sneak over to his jewelry box only to watch him just try on rings.

but only on a specific finger.

Magnus realizing Alec is fantasizing about wearing one of Magnus' rings on his ring finger... his wedding finger.

Magnus: oh no. oh no. no, magnus. magnus be strong. be strong magnus.

3 hours later

Magnus: Alexander, this is just a little something i made in some spare time since i've last seen you... on a whim.

Alec staring at the little initials of MB on the ring with little catseye gems and just kind of, sighing. that dopey kind of grin he gets like when he first met magnus in canon? and just offering his hand, like excuse me. the finger is still empty? magnus this is mean if you're being slow on purpose.

Magnus putting the ring on and then finding himself sitting on the couch with Alexander on his lap admiring his ring as he forces Magnus to equally admire it and then very deliberately takes a picture,t transfers it to his tablet and sends a very long and detailed email about the symbolism of the ring and how much is means to him and that he hopes the clave appreciates his hard work and efforts in furthering relationship with the downworlders.

(Magnus nearly chokes on his drink twice before he just chugs it and waits to make another until alexander is done with the email).

Alec is like... half serious and half fucking with the Clave. he's not wholly honest about all of the symbolism in the ring. just the obvious ones. and he also adds in code (which magnus can also read)

tonight is going to be better than my wedding night

Magnus breaks two lamps with magic he laughs so hard, because 1) thats true and 2) the clave is going to be horrified by the entire thing.

no,. magnus still does not trust alec. because alec has to have some kind of an agenda but he's also... starting to let more of himself thaw. there is this huge push and pull because it's hard for magnus to trust (for good valid reason honestly magnus is being unreasonably generous with his trust and faith in alec) and alec gets that.

like yes, sometimes alec will sulk or be sad because it sucks that magnus doesn't trust him. but hes not going to get mad because if he were in magnus' position, he wouldn't trust himself either. and he likes that Magnus is competent and smart, as much as it sucks for him, it's also part of why he admires magnus and alec knows magnus cares for him. he can't tell how much, like he's very unsure of his place in magnus' life besides the fact that magnus likes to fuck him and talk to him and sometimes pamper him and protect him and also is pretty possessive of him and likes to take care of him.

(alec is a bit oblivious but to be fair, while he has hope for the future he is not going risk assuming magnus likes/loves him because alec knows trust is a part of that and that rn, it's still impossible for magnus to trust him)

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Magnus to Cat: look i know you said that people need their own space for privacy and that if i want to be able to trust him or figure out what he's hiding i need to let him have the space to fail, but it's like he doesn't know the words exist

Cat: uh-huh

Magnus: he added my thumbprint to his phone and clave issues tablet

Cat: ... wait, what?

Magnus: he doesn't even try to hide doing things i shouldn't know he's capable of! he just does them and then waits for me to mention it and then what am i supposed to do? scold him?

Magnus: apparently all nephilim who marry out are supposed to send two correspondences. one in code and one normal. he TAUGHT ME THE CODE BECAUSE AND I QUOTE 'SECRETS ARENT HEALTHY IN MARRIAGES'

Cat: ... i can't even argue with that when your spouse is the literal enemy and i don't know why i'd want to. is this a new tactic?

Magnus: ... i'm not sure but i'll call you back later. alexander takes champagne and strawberry dates very seriously and he's currently handpicking them from the roof and he just finished.

Cat: how much surveillance magic do you have on him?

Magnus: what do you mean 'how much'? you think there are limits? oh no, he's going to think i'm ignoring him. he knows i'm watching him dammit. i cannot handle his sad eyes again. bye.

Cat to a silent phone: i think i need to call Ragnor

[giurochedadomani]

I need to tell you that I kind of need John teaching Bob how to properly tie a tie and said tie ending up being used shibari style later in the night, but I'm not sure if it's more appealing if John is the one tied up or Bob. I mean, it'd be fucking hilarious if Bob didn't know how to tie a tie but was perfectly capable of improvising handcuffs with a tie. But also I think that Bob is way more kinky in part bc it's a surefire way to quiet down your brain if you're neurodivergent (at least for me).

Hear me out

This all started bc I thought that John doesn't have a hair trigger temper. He's insecure about certain topics and a bit too obsessed with how people perceive him. When he feels attacked, he lashes out. When he gets angry-- well, it's not always justified but it's understable from his pov. Like, there's a whole process for him to get fully angry.

Specially, he tries to keep his temper in check around Bob. Understably, bc he's deadly afraid of ending up like Bob's dad; but also bc Bob is really genuine, and also very sweet. John is fascinated and a bit envious and would feel like shit if he made Bob look like a kicked pup.

And also, he understands very well performance anxiety, so when he tries to teach something to Bob and the other gets so much into his head that he fumbles it, John doesn't get angry. He's patient with the guy, never minds repeating instructions and demonstrating him whatever. Even if sometimes it feels like Bob isn't paying attention, and god, is the other aware that you can pretty much see his thoughts all plastered all over his face? It's kind of cute, uh, funny!

John's approach does things to Bob. He feels really stupid for coming back and back again to ask John for some explanation but he is really patient with him, even if yelena doesn't believe him when he tells her that, and also he's honest to God the member of the team with the most 'normal' backstory, so he's able to help with uh. Civilian stuff

But also. Bob's kinda into this. A little, tiny bit bc of daddy issues. It's just-- really soothing, in a sense? He doesn't feel irredemably useless. And John looks nice, kinda, sorta, when Bob gets something right? He looks so proud of him. It's kinda addictive to be looked at like that.

But this whole thing is dumb. He knows it's dumb. Bob knows John is not one of those older guys who gave him money for his drugs in exchange for a blowjob here and there and a night in some shitty hotel. John is doing this bc he's genuinely his friend, regardless if Bob kind of feels as if he's getting cared for/seduced and as if John should expect something in return.

And then I started picturing John having to explain twice how to tie the tie bc Bob's eyes keep dropping to his lips and then giving up altogether the moment he realises and getting closer to give a hands on demonstration. Except that he sees Bob gulp and feels him freezing like he does every time John touches him and--

Was Ava right? Is Bob into him? He's definitely staring at his lips.

[aethon-recs]

This Week (x3) in Tomarrymort (1 – 20 June 2025)

There was so much to read over the last few weeks that I fell a little behind on updating this! (You'll see why below...) Very sorry for the delay. Note that this post only goes through 20th of June, and I should have another one in a week or so that will cover through today. 

First up, so many wonderful and breathtakingly gorgeous fics finished in the last few weeks. (Specifically: That's 458k of completed Tomarry fic to add to your reading list, from just the last 3 weeks alone!) I've added a bit below on why I’d recommend reading all five of these if you can! 🤍

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Tomarrymort Completed Must Reads 

⭐ soulstice by @marvohlou (E, 90k, complete)

In which Tom Riddle finds himself increasingly afflicted by a most inconvenient obsession: Harry Evans.

Why you should read it: One of the most breathtaking pieces of writing I’ve read in this ship, as Tom descends into a maddening, beautiful obsession with a time-traveling Harry.

⭐ Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse (E, 163k, complete)

Harry Potter is a time-travelling, furious mess and he is going to kill the Dark Lord. Like most of his plans, things do not work out. Tom should not be so obsessed with his would-be murderer.

Why you should read it: 1940s time travel fic that starts out with a literal bang as Harry tries to murder Tom ON SIGHT. And then does not stop trying to murder Tom(!)

⭐ Sharp is the Pang the Serpent Gives by beetaker (E, 127k, complete)

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” Harry scowled. “Plenty of people are orphans. Bullied. They don't grow up to be killers. I'm not.” “Aren't you?” Voldemort asked, impassive. “Did Quirrell kill himself beneath that trap door?” Harry's heart howled, enraged and desperately, desperately scared. She had very purposefully not thought about that night since it happened, which of course was just another way of saying she thought of it constantly, that secret box buried in the cupboard of her mind. ”I'm not like you,” she snarled. “No one is like me,” said Voldemort. “But given time…perhaps.”

Why you should read it: Unhinged toxic yuri <3 Another delicious F/F Tomarrymort longfic by Beetaker in one impressive drop.

⭐ MY HARRY POTTER PILLOW CAME TO LIFE AND I FUCKED IT | Storytime by @cindle-writes @duplicitywrites @moontearpensfic (E, 13k, complete) 

Ultimate Hari Potta: Mahoukai fanboy Tom Riddle owns a life-size body pillow of his most beloved 2D husbando Harry Potter. On Tom's 14th birthday, Harry comes to life. 

Why you should read it: If you’ve ever been into anime, or want to experience a modern Tom Riddle getting really, really into anime, this insane crackfic is for you. 

⭐ Nobody Special by riddlereading (M, 65k, complete) 

Neville Longbottom is the Boy-Who-Lived. Follow the no-one-important Harry Potter as he navigates the cruelty of the wizarding world and still somehow draws the attention of Lord Voldemort.

Why you should read it: A neat and clever retelling of canon if Neville (instead of Harry) was the baby that Voldemort first tried to kill. 

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Tomarrymort One-Shot Must Reads 

One Shot | dwell in lovers’ eyes by @aitafrog

One Shot | Made You Look by @penmanner

One Shot | i can feel the soil falling over my head by slaybestieslay946

One Shot | Father of the Year by @duplicitywrites @moontearpensfic

One Shot | To be Blessed by @cyandenial

One Shot | the one that got away by @duplicitywrites 

One Shot | des mots plein de soleil by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts

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Tomarrymort Ongoing Must Reads

Chapter 6 of love you down to the bone by @aitafrog

Chapter 6 of angel on a satellite by @houndsofheaven

Chapter 3 of Take Any Form by @rowena-rain

Chapter 17 of Strings of Fate by @solelyseeking

Chapters 10 through 12 of complete me, so incompletely by @hoppsanwrites

Chapters 12 through 14 of Constellation - Aquila by cassiopeiassin

Chapters 31 through 33 of the stars, my destination by @milkandmoon-ao3

(new ⭐) Chapter 1 of sunk cost fallacy by @ictyn

Chapters 5 and 6 of kill the spare (wear his bones) by ermineah

(new ⭐) Chapters 1 and 2 of The Pursuit of Greatness by @solelyseeking

Chapters 21 through 23 of Venom or Valor by @lightningant

Chapter 22 of The Weight of Gravity by @pagesinmylife 

Chapters 19 through 21 of give you my lovin by @kozzieberks

(new ⭐) Chapters 1 through 2 of Who long to be lost by @mosiva

Chapters 6 and 7 of it’s called freefall, baby by @girl-with-goats

Chapter 17 of the night is cold in the kingdom by @girl-with-goats

Chapter 7 of for i am with you by @solelyseeking

Chapter 5 of Love Don't Die by @moontearpensfic

Chapter 4 of I Heave My Heart by @riverxsong-ao3

Chapter 10 of invisible string by @cindle-writes

(new ⭐) Chapters 1 and 2 of Grow Warm With Me by @aspengray 

(new ⭐) Chapter 1 of the waves made of fingers and the darkness that lingers rips into the bark of our bones by @boyneptunee

Chapter 15 of Fool me once by @holaolla1

Chapter 12 of 7 by @moontearpensfic

(new ⭐) Chapter 1 of Like My Own Soul by @riverxsong-ao3

Chapter 45 of Of Monsters, Of Men by @ca-xan-dra

Chapter 4 of Moon Rite by @isalisewrites

Chapter 2 of forgive me father by @cindle-writes

Chapter 28 of would that i'd loved (long ago) by @sprst1tion

Chapters 24 and 26 of Part Two - To Grow a Heart by @iseliljathedreamer

Chapters 50 through 54 of A Snake in the Apothecary by SedimentaryBear

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[kxsagi]

Salutationsss, hiii, I'm the same anon that sent a request, something abt a nerd readerr, I'm sorry for requesting when you weren't taking at the time! I didn't see 😔. But could I req that same trope again?? Thank so much you for your time!

“𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 🤓☝️”

a/n: hiii you’re all good, but unfortunately i don’t have that request anymore so i’m not sure what specifically you requested

bc of that, i turned this into headcanons and i hope you don’t mind! 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, bachira meguru

isagi yoichi

yoichi thought he was smart until he started dating you. like sure, he knows tactics, he’s got game IQ, but you? you’re out here solving riddles on a whiteboard like it’s nothing. 

he once asked if you wanted to watch a documentary with him and you said “only if it’s narrated by joe dispenza or has a plot twist at the 30-minute mark.” 

he genuinely thinks you have a superpower. how else do you know this much random stuff? 

"you know how many stars are in the milky way galaxy?" you ask. "no," he says. "good. neither do scientists. but i will ruin your sleep schedule by explaining dark matter." 

yoichi gets this glazed-over look when you go off, like he’s watching god speak through you. 

“bro, how do you know all this?” he whispers in awe as you explain entropy using a sandwich. 

he’s not even mad when you correct his grammar in front of people. in fact, he gets a little flustered. "did you just… teach me something in public? … hot. whatwhosaidthat." 

itoshi rin

rin fell for you after overhearing you quote dostoevsky and then immediately say “but also, the scooby-doo gang was gay-coded.” 

he will die before admitting how hot he finds your brain. like, he’ll glare at you when you start infodumping about the history of the guillotine, but that glare is just him trying not to fall for you. 

you send him 20-slide powerpoints at 3 AM about why light yagami was right, and he reads every single one. he’s unwell. 

once he saw you organizing your bookshelf by theme, subgenre, and emotional damage, and he just… stood there. watching. blinking. 

“you okay?” you ask. “… can i kiss you right now or is that, like, a breach of the fibonacci sequence or whatever.” 

he has an entire notes app folder full of weird phrases you say. once you said “i want to kiss you under the fluorescent lights of an abandoned lab” and he had to take a walk. 

god help anyone who tries to outsmart you because rin doesn’t even jump in to help. he just steps aside like, “yeah, go ahead. she’s got it.” 

itoshi sae

sae met you once and immediately started saying “shut up, nerd” in the most loving tone imaginable. 

like yeah he acts unbothered, but if you stop talking about your interests for five seconds he’s like “… why’d you stop?” 

you once brought a clipboard and a graph to explain how his sleep schedule is ruining his skin elasticity. he hasn’t eaten sugar since. 

he’s obsessed with how you argue. like, someone will say, “i didn’t really like that movie” and you’ll go, “well actually, the entire point of the cinematography was to mimic isolation, so your brain’s just too small for the themes.” 

and sae’s in the corner nodding proudly like “yeah. eat ‘em alive, baby.” 

he won’t ever admit it out loud, but if you ever stopped being smart? he would simply perish. 

also: he absolutely starts fights on twitter just to screenshot them and send them to you like “babe, look what this idiot said. go ruin him.” 

kaiser michael

oh he lives for this. the way you ramble about history and sprinkle in “violence”? he is down BAD. 

kaiser will interrupt you mid-rant just to be annoying. like you’re explaining molecular structures and he goes “explain it to me like i’m five… and make it sexy.” “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.” “well then i am the powerhouse of this relationship.” “please stop talking.” 

if you cosplay? he is fully in character. fake accent. dramatic monologue. he once spent $200 on a fake sword just to match your anime aesthetic. 

calls you “my little google doc” or “professor schatz” in public and refuses to stop. 

he 100% cheats off your notes if you take a class together. 

also once used your obsession with linguistics as an excuse to kiss you mid-sentence: “wait wait, how do you pronounce lo–” smooch “oops. distracted you. guess i win.” 

you're the only person on earth that can out-argue him. and he loves it. even when you humiliate him in a debate club meeting in front of six people. especially then. 

mikage reo

rich. nerd. simp. this man once bought you a whiteboard wall so you could explain conspiracy theories and niche film symbolism uninterrupted. 

he funds your hobbies like it’s a government project. need 72 highlighters in pastel? boom. got ‘em. a limited edition sailor moon notebook with gold foil? already shipped. “i just need this for journaling, reo.” “you mean world domination. say less.” 

he loves pretending he doesn’t understand what you’re talking about just to hear you explain it like a teacher. 

he’ll sit there all wide-eyed like, “woah, tell me more about black holes.” 

you once built a 3D model of the solar system for fun. he walked in, saw saturn, and said, “hey babe. just like saturn, i’ll adorn you with the most beautiful rings in the universe.” 

he once got jealous because you were paying more attention to your manga than him. “you’ve been reading for three hours.” “i’m at the part where they confess their undying love, you can’t interrupt now–” “… i’ll confess my undying love right now if it gets me eye contact.” 

nagi seishiro

nagi doesn’t understand a single thing you’re talking about, but he loves the way you talk. 

you could be explaining the lifecycle of a parasite and he’d just go “cool... say that again but slower. it sounded pretty.” 

he gets very attached to your reading time. you’ll be curled up with a book and he’ll just drape himself over you like a weighted blanket and nap while you whisper lore. 

you tried to teach him a game strategy once using chess pieces and he got bored halfway through and started kissing your neck. “sei, focus.” “i am focused. on the smartest person i know.” 

he secretly loves it when you make schedules, take notes, organize everything – he feels calmer with your brain leading the way. 

you once said, “i’d choose you even in a logic simulation.” and he got so flustered he forgot how to hold his phone for five minutes. 

shidou ryusei

you are the one person on earth who intimidates him. not because you’re loud, but because you’re smart and savage. 

he’ll say something like “gravity’s a myth” and you’ll deadpan, “so is your personality.” 

he flirts with you just to hear what kind of insults you’ll hurl back. 

you’ll be like “actually, that’s a misinterpretation of the theory of relativity” and he’ll be like “wow. you wanna kiss me or correct me harder, nerdzilla?” 

he once called your bookshelf a “nerd shrine” and you kicked him out. he came back with snacks and a post-it that said “i’ll behave if you teach me about the holy trinity”. 

he thinks it’s hilarious when you use big words. starts repeating them wrong on purpose. “you’re being extremely cacophonous right now.” “aw, thanks. i try.” 

he says he doesn’t care about your trivia. but the next week, he quotes you during a fight with a ref. “well actually, statistically speaking, you’re 73% more likely to suck.” 

karasu tabito

karasu walked in on you doing sudoku while eating spicy ramen and watching a documentary and went, “yep. that’s my girl.” 

he teases you constantly but don’t let that fool you – he brags about you to everyone. “yeah, she solved a murder mystery in two minutes. sexy, right?” 

he once found your annotated copy of crime and punishment and was like “damn, she’s not just a menace, she’s an educated menace.” 

he makes fun of your color-coded calendar, but then uses it religiously. 

calls your bookbag your “bat-nerd utility belt.” 

you once said “i organize chaos with knowledge” and he choked on his water because how are you both terrifying and hot at the same time. 

he 100% made you a trivia quiz as a date activity and cried when you got a perfect score. 

“i can’t even spell aesthetic,” he sniffled. “but you… you're a weapon of intellect.” 

bachira meguru

bachira thinks your brain is the eighth wonder of the world. he stares at you when you talk like you’re casting a spell. 

he mimics you when you start nerding out. “so actually, the evolution of language–” 

“babe, are you possessed again? blink twice if you’re still in there.” 

he brings you weird niche books from secondhand stores and is like “i got this because it looks cursed. i knew you’d love it.” 

he once watched you do a sudoku puzzle and got jealous of the numbers. “why are you smiling at that box like that.” 

loves playing study music and drawing you while you read. your “reading face” is his favorite thing ever. 

he doesn’t get half the things you say but if someone else calls you a nerd? he’s biting ankles. no hesitation. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[chillinwithbyler]

Okay WILL IS NOT GOING TO DIE. (Big ass theory below the cut).

I imagine a lot of people have already clocked this but I'm just a dumbass who wants to add my own theory on the topic because I can't help opening my trap and I can't stop yapping for the life of me.

We have quite a lot of parallels between Will Byers and Harry Potter. Which is crazy because I spent so long obsessing over the story of Harry Potter but anyway.

Harry Potter

He wasn't born with the ability to look into Voldemorts mind, only when he was caught up in the disastrous events that killed his Mother and Father did he gain the curse of housing part of Voldemorts soul inside of him.

He was CHOSEN.

Because of this, he knows when he's close. He feels it in his scar when something is about to go down. And somewhere along the way, he's able to actually hear Voldemorts thoughts and all that pizzazz.

"There's a reason Harry can speak with snakes. There's a reason he can look into Lord Voldemorts mind. A part of Voldemort lives inside him."

I imagine we're going to get a scene similar to this in season five where they figure out the exact reason Will can feel the Upside Down and Vecna.

Will Byers

Again, not born with the tingle. We're not given much time to see his life before he was taken into the UD, but I think it's safe to assume he didn't have the tingle before he was possessed.

And again, it seems like Will was chosen. For some unknown reason which I think will be revealed in season five.

Will VS Billy

I know their exorcisms were different (Billy with the sauna and Will with the radiators), but the MF seemed a lot more adamant about keeping Will than he was with keeping Billy. With Will, he held on for as long as he could, even staying when the tunnels were literally being burned to ash. He stayed until the last possible second.

Billy was loyal right from the start and didn't stand a chance against the possession. He was carrying out the MF's plans right from the get-go.

But the SECOND Billy showed signs of resistance, he was disposed of.

However, Will fought against it and even managed to keep the MF at bay for DAYS before the MF finally took over. So many times, Will stepped out of line, fought back, and even attempted to sabotage the plans. Yet the MF didn't dispose of him.

So what is my point here?

I'm going to say that..perhaps Will could still have part of the MF in him. A small enough part that could go unnoticed and wouldn't interfere with his body temperature, which could be why he can still feel the UD.

Perhaps the MF is just biding his time while he's waiting.

In season 3, he didn't NEED Will. He could have gone after him if he wanted. It would have been all too easy to go after Will in season 3 with him being cut off from his friends and feeling alone, but he didn't.

HE DIDN'T.

Because while he was flaying people, he was killing them.

Billy and all those other people were expendable. Will isn't. To the MF, Will is worth more than all of these people he killed. The MF needs him, so he kept him aside purposefully.

So how does this relate to Harry Potter?

Throughout the movies, we see Harry fighting the connection, with Snape trying to teach him how to gain control over his own mind so Voldemort can't control it. Even Hermoine advises not to let him in.

However, in Deathly Hallows, he's seen using the connection to locate where Voldemort is and even forms the plan to go and sacrifice himself. He goes to die.

I think we could get something like this from Will, as we know he's the self sacrificing type.

But we could probably see elements from A Wrinkle In Time as well, where Charles Wallace ALLOWS himself to be hypnotized.

Already, these two are linked by the fact that they're finding strength in what has cursed them. They're finding strength in the big bad. (Charles with IT and Harry with Voldemort).

Sound familiar?

Camazotz

In a Wrinkle In Time, their dad goes missing in the alternate dimension called Camazotz, which we can assume is similar to Max being trapped in Vecna's mind.

Using all this information, I think it could be very possible that Will is going to be fighting possession OR Vecna through the season but eventually gives in in order to use the connection to find Max and..

Escape from Camazotz.

In A Wrinkle In Time, when Charles Wallace allows the hypnosis to save their dad (Will allowing Vecna to possess him to save Max), Calvin and Meg try to save him.

"That's so like you to try to come to the rescue, isn't it, Calvin? Always so helpful, overly cheery. Trying to please everyone. Hoping that you're not just a burden. Pathetic." I can see Will saying this so clearly while he's deep in the possession.

"It's not why I do it." (This is just so Mike)

"Of course it is! Why else would you come on this ridiculous journey with people you barely know?" (Mike working with the new kids we've been shown in the trailer)

In response, Mike would have a reason to confess. He came on this journey to save Will. Because he loves him.

I've seen people saying Will is going to pull the "Ha I'm on the bad guys side now but OH WAIT it's just a trick and I'm actually the inside man and I was good all along."

This would be a good way for Will to call Vecna off while he "deals" with Mike, essentially leaving Will in charge. And because Vecna is confident he has Will, of course he steps back and leaves it up to him. Because he wants to see Will thrive on THEIR side.

"What has the IT done to you?"

"The IT has shown me my potential."

"Please. Charles Wallace, I'll do anything you want."

"Charles Wallace isn't here right now."

(These are scenes I can see happening in season five I CAN JUST SEE IT IN MY TINY BRAIN)

In In A Wrinkle In Time, Meg tells Charles how much she loves him and how much she cares about him in order to free him of the control. I think this could be the moment where Mike finally confesses to Will to break him out of the possession.

It would also make sense for Mike to confess his feelings in this episode because Camazotz is a place where people are forced to confront the norms.

If Mike and Will finally confess, they'd be escaping from Camazotz. So already, this episode is looking to be the ultimate byler episode.

Another similarity I noticed was the way he said "I thought you were like me, Charles Wallace. I thought you were special. And you are. You passed the test."

This sounds like something Vecna would say to Will.

But Vecna isn't the Big Bad.

In In A Wrinkle In Time, the man with the red eyes isn't the real Big Bad. As we can see, he's just a puppet on strings, which portrays what Vecna is to the MF. A puppet on strings.

But also..

What if...surviving in the UD was Will's test? To see if he could bear the stress of what the MF has planned for him.

And Will passed. We KNOW he was highly resourceful in the UD and survived longer than anyone else did.

Why does Will look like he's always dying in the teaser?

I think somewhere along the way, Will could learn to use the connection for his own gain, as we see Harry doing in Deathly Hallows. He could use the connection for HIS benefit instead of Vecna using it to torment him.

He flips the board.

Maybe that's why we keep seeing Will on his deathbed in the teaser. He could be practising using the connection.

There are so SO many connections between these three (Charles Wallace, Harry, and Will) that it's impossible to ignore just how much they parallel each other.

I can't see Will dying, not after everything that has happened. If anything, I think breaking Max free from Vecna's mind is going to play a key role in defeating him and the UD for good. Even after Harry LITERALLY went to die, he didn't. And Charles Wallace being hypnotized, he didn't die either.

And I can't see them killing Will since it would be lazy writing and so underwhelming. I expect they have some big plot twist that I can't wait to see.

This is just a fun little theory, and I couldn't help but point out the similarities between them all!

Please be aware my mind is..not good. ADHD is a bastard when it comes to putting my thoughts into words, so it's often clumpy and confusing (which is why I don't post about theories even though I've done quite a lot of them), so please forgive me.

This would be SUPER interesting to see and I can't wait to theorize with yall when the full trailer and volume 1 drops.

[phoenixblaze1412]

So, I just read your vampire priest dottore fics again and I seriously have never been focused on a fic so much.

I'm a little embarrassed about asking this but would you mind making another Vampire priest dottore fic or hc, which is about the reader ending up pregnant bc of him

Hope you're doing well💗

It starts subtly.

Your body shifts in small, strange ways—nausea in the mornings, a heavy warmth in your belly, the way your heart beats faster around him, even when he’s calm. At first, you think it’s just fatigue. The aftershock of being loved too deeply, too completely, by something not entirely human.

But then the signs compound.

Your sense of smell sharpens. Your appetite changes. Dottore’s scent, normally faint and woodsy, like old parchment and stormy nights, suddenly makes your mouth water in ways it never did before. When he kisses your neck, your skin tingles deeper. You start sleeping longer, and your body feels… occupied. As if something ancient now grows quietly inside you.

He notices before you say anything.

One evening, you’re curled up in his bed, wrapped in one of his discarded robes. He watches you with narrowed eyes, gaze flicking down your frame, lips parted slightly as if tasting something on the air.

“Your blood…” he murmurs, voice strange. “It smells different.”

You look up.

He rises from the edge of the bed, crossing the room in long, silent strides until he’s kneeling before you, his hand sliding across your belly—gentle, reverent.

There’s a long, stretching silence.

Then, softly.

“You’re with child.”

You freeze.

Your breath catches. Your heart pounds. “What…?”

“It’s faint. But I feel it.” His palm stays pressed there. “A spark of life. Growing inside you.”

“But that’s not… vampires can’t… you said—”

“I said I don’t make mistakes.” His voice drops to a whisper. “But this… This was never meant to happen.”

You should feel fear. But you don’t. Instead, an odd, sacred stillness settles over you.

You place your hand over his. “And yet… here they are.”

He lifts his gaze to you. His expression is unreadable—somewhere between awe and obsession.

“A child,” he murmurs, voice breathless. “My child. Yours and mine.”

You see it bloom in him then—possessive adoration, hunger made holy.

His mouth finds yours in the next heartbeat, his kiss deep and desperate, hands trembling slightly against your hips as he pulls you into his lap.

“I’ll protect you both,” he vows against your skin. “You will want for nothing. No one will touch you. No one will dare.”

Your breath shakes as he kisses down your neck, lingering where your pulse flutters. He doesn’t bite—not tonight. He presses his ear to your belly instead, as if he can already hear the heartbeat within.

“It’s impossible,” you whisper.

“No,” he says, voice low. “It’s divine.”

The following weeks are a blur.

He becomes obsessed with caring for you—feeding you, bathing you, carrying you when your legs tire, drawing you close every time the wind howls or your heartbeat flutters. He no longer drinks from you, no matter how much you offer. You’re too precious now. You carry something even he doesn’t fully understand.

Sometimes, at night, you wake to find him speaking to your stomach in a language you don’t know—something old, something dead, something he resurrects only for your child.

Other nights, he simply holds you, arms around your middle, whispering prayers not to God… but to you.

The townspeople still believe in him.

Still kneel before the altar he stands at, blind to the growing madness in his eyes, the devotion laced with blood. They don’t see how he looks toward the upper balcony where you watch each sermon, hand resting on your barely-rounded belly.

They don’t notice the way his gaze softens only for you.

They never will.

You carry something sacred now.

Not a holy spirit.

But a child born of blood and love and hunger.

-----

The child grows too quickly.

By the second month, your belly has already begun to swell. The midwives Dottore brings in—strangers from faraway towns—stammer, pale, and leave without explanation. One muttered something about “unnatural development.” Another dropped her rosary and ran.

Dottore only watches you with more fervor.

“This is what perfection looks like,” he murmurs one night, kneeling at your side while you lie in bed, body aching with heat and fullness. His fingers trace the swell of your stomach, as if the skin itself holds holy scripture. “No human seed could create something so… divine.”

He says divine like others would say damned.

You start to feel them—the child. At night, they move not with a flutter but with a strength that makes your breath hitch. You swear sometimes you hear whispers in your dreams, ancient words you don’t understand. Sometimes your blood runs cold in the silence of the manor, and Dottore is suddenly there, arms wrapped around you, whispering that he felt something stir and came at once.

He never lets you out of his sight anymore.

He abandons sermons mid-sentence. Locks the church. Tells the followers that God has called him into solitude. They believe him, of course. They always do.

And you?

You start to believe that you were always meant to be here—heavy with the child of something eternal, tangled in the arms of the priest who would kill to keep you.

One night, you wake up with a start—sweating, heartbeat racing. Dottore’s not beside you.

You find him in the chapel, barefoot, blood staining his lips. His robe is half open. He’s just finished feeding on a townsman—someone devout, someone trusting.

He doesn’t look ashamed.

When he sees you, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then approaches quickly.

“You shouldn’t be walking around in the dark,” he chides, hands immediately going to your waist, your belly. His eyes soften the moment he feels the movement beneath your skin.

“He tasted bitter,” he mutters, distractedly. “None of them are as sweet as you.”

You rest your forehead against his chest. “You’re going to get caught.”

“I want them to catch me,” he growls, teeth barely grazing your throat. “Let them come. Let them try to take you from me. I’ll gut them like pigs in front of their altar.”

You feel the baby shift inside you, as if responding to the darkness curling off his tongue.

“Dottore…” you whisper.

“Yes?”

You place your hand over his, over the small kicking lump beneath your skin. “Do you think it’ll be like you?”

He looks down at you with something close to madness in his gaze. “It’ll be better.”

Then he kisses you.

That night, he makes love to you as though you're breakable and sacred all at once.

He worships your pregnant body, lips trailing over every curve—your swollen breasts, your stretching stomach, the sensitive places between your thighs. He whispers reverent things in his old tongue, hands splayed wide over you, as if memorizing your shape.

“You’re a miracle,” he groans into your skin. “My miracle.”

When he’s inside you, it’s slow. Deep. His movements careful but intense, the kind of thrusts that leave you trembling, aching, wanting more. His hand never leaves your belly. Every moan you make is met with another kiss, another whispered promise.

You reach your peak with a cry, shuddering beneath him. He follows, pressing deep, spilling into you again—possessive, loving, wild.

After, he curls around you like a dragon with its treasure.

“I’ll protect our bloodline,” he whispers. “Even if it means tearing this world apart.”

-----

But the world begins to notice.

One by one, followers stop coming home. The holy man no longer preaches. And strange cries echo from the hills near the mansion. The townspeople grow quiet. Paranoid.

Someone knocks at your door one night.

Dottore answers, bloodied and unbothered.

No one comes back the next day.

Your belly swells further.

You feel heavy with something that’s not quite human. You glow, but not like other expecting women. Your skin is flushed, your pupils dilated more often. Your appetite changes. You crave his blood. You crave him.

He lets you drink from him once.

You suck from his wrist like it’s the sweetest thing in the world, and when you finish, he kisses you hard—moaning like he’s addicted to your hunger.

“You’re becoming mine,” he says with a smirk. “Even down to your instincts.”

Maybe he’s right.

Maybe you’ve been his since the moment you stepped into that damned mansion.

[lovejongseob]

hi again! i was thinking, could you write a small chested + nipple pierced reader x jongseob (sfw and nsfw as you prefer) ?

i would really like to have my nipple pierced btw do you or/and you community have some warnings or anything to say abt that?? ∩^ω^∩

also i’m going through the last part of my exams i can’t see the end of it!! that being said, thank you for your recent works!

byyye, take care (*^▽^*)

-🐢anon

Jongseob x Reader w Small + Pierced Chest

I struggled so hard w the title i cant lie it looks like a math equation or something. hiii again 🐢 !! you know me so well, ofc !! ill talk to you a little more in the a/n, but thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy !! tried making it as gn as possible, sorry if theres an over usage of the word chest (there has to be 💔)

Sfw

When you tell Jongseob you got your nipples pierced, he tries to act casual, but is honestly going insane. He can't help but feel slightly flustered, his head feels light just imagining it. He's unmistakably supportive of everything you do, especially in this decision.

He doesn't mind helping you clean them, no matter what's going on with the development. "But they get gross!", Jongseob will never view your tits as gross, that as an intrusive thought would make him feel sick. Yes, in reality, there are some odd and unflattering aspects to it all, but he would never get unsettled because of the natural healing process.

Just can't stop himself from looking a little. Jongseob really tries not to, he never wants to be perverted, but in some situations he's helpless. When you're in private and without a bra, Jongseob finds himself seeking out the metal. Genuinely loves how flat baggy clothes make your chest look, even more so with the occasional peek of hard metal. Bonus points if you're wearing his shirt. Doesn't realize he's been staring until you lightheartedly tease him. You understand it's mostly from a place of curiosity.

Nsfw

You wouldn't be able to tell because of how sweet and patient Jongseob is to you, but he's losing his mind during the healing process. He really just loves your chest so much, especially because of how small it is. While he could never make a choice because he just loves you so much, he is unconsciously drawn more to that area. Arguably obsessed, wants to show you so badly how pretty he thinks they look, but waits.

When you say it's okay to start doing things again, he's still fairly nervous. But he's so cute when he's a bit shy, softly massaging and kissing around your breasts. His eyes are a little glossy and fixed on the metal. Still careful not to overlap with your nipples or the piercings, even though he's eager for the day.

Once you're both sure it's completely safe, he's still tender with his touch, but a bit more bold. He'll suck lightly at your nipples, letting his tongue somewhat swirl around them. Jongseob is so into how he can cover and fit one of your breasts in one hand. It feels even better with the metal, he can't help but roll them around a bit.

At the end of the day, on a personal level, Jongseob needs them in his face while you ride him. This has always been a weakness of his, but the piercings just make him feel even more sensitive. Loves the small shakes and bounces, and how he can fit a good portion of them into his mouth at once. The visual is enough to bring him to the edge.

yap warning im saying so much and so little at the same time. actually so tired writing this im ssoo sorry i need to pass out now. its been a minute since this req was put in, hopefully all your exams went super well !! I've had a post w my advice and other stuff up, i hope you've seen it !! due to my paranoia im gonna take it down soon, but it'll be up a lil longer just in case. so sorry if im accidentally missing something you said, i honestly loved this req so much its one of my favs. and thank you for reading the recent posts (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡ I'm absolutely talking my ass off, here and at the beginning which i usually dont want to do but i did and im actually too sleepy to care. so so sorry i will make a misc post saying anything extra if needed but I think I used the last of my brain power to write and now extra words are just falling out oh my god i need to stop typing. thank you so much for requesting 🐢, i hope you enjoyed !!

[cannibalcow01]

Ran, baby fever and Pixie.

*Bonten Crack

*Ran is Menace

*Pregnancy Scare

*💊 Sanzu🩷

Kakucho fiddled with the blue and pink boxes as he waited on the other side of the bathroom door. He wasn't sure why he bought so many? He's never been in this position before but when someone who he considered as his friend asked him to get her a pregnancy test... He panicked and returned with 6 different boxes, all different brands.

"What are you doing?"

Sanzu walked up and peaked at the boxes. "Oh shit! You gonna be a daddy?"

Kakucho shook his head. "No. Its has nothing to do with with me. Its for.. uh." It wasn't really his business to tell? Then again you're always with Sanzu so maybe it's his kid?

Sanzu snickered. "Oh... It's for Ran huh? One of his many one night stands then.. What is this, like his fifth kid?"

Kakucho fought off a disgusted shiver. ".... I really hope it's not Ran's."

Sanzu opened one of the boxes just to see what these things were all about. Before he could get the wrapper off the stick, a yell came from the bathroom.

He knew that scream!

Without thinking Sanzu kicked opened the bathroom door and drew his gun.

You both locked eyes and let out synchronized screams. His eyes traveled down to between your legs.

*Gasp!* "Why are you bleeding so much?! Did you push too hard and break your coochie?!"

You gave him a dead panned look. "I started my period, dumbass!"

(Sanzu) "Oh." *Snort* " Good for you?"

You huffed. "Hell yeah it is! That means I'm not pregnant!"

It finally clicked into Sanzu's dazed brain. "Oh... OH!!! Fuck yes! No baby!"

He held up his hand for a high five. You couldn't leave your man hanging.

After that he giggled and ran out of the bathroom. Probably going off to announce to the whole mansion you weren't knocked up. The person who could have been the father would probably faint with joy... Well if he hasn't drank himself unconscious by now.

Kakucho finally walked in, his eyes shifted away from you sitting on the toilet to the unused pregnancy test on the bathroom sink.

"Sorry for making you go to the pharmacy Kaku. It was just a false alarm."

Kakucho shrugged his shoulders. "S'fine. Better to start keeping these things around for other "guests". Since I'm sure you learned to be more careful now.."

"Oh, totally. I'm going on the damn pill after today..."

"Good..."

"Mhmm.. So, you mind getting out so I can clean up and change?"

"Shit!" Covering his eyes like he wasn't just standing next to you while still on the porcelain thrown. "Sorry!"

He fumbled for the door knob before he closed it shut.

You shook your head and laughed. There was no such thing as privacy around here.

If it was Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, or Takeomi they'd just watch. Mochi wouldn't even bother to be involved. Kokonoi and Kakucho were the only ones who respected your privacy.... Sometimes.

---------------

On the other side of Bonten's HQ, Sanzu ran into the sitting area to find the Haitani's already there.

"Y/n's not pregnant!"

Sanzu not being able to contain his excitement, started shaking Rindou who grabbed onto Sanzu's shoulders in return and squeezed like he wanted to hurt him..

"Are you sure?! You better not be lying you pink fuck!"

Sanzu shoved the younger Haitani off of himself and drew his gun once again. He was beyond trigger happy today...

"You've been touching my coochie Haitani?"

Rindou slapped the gun away from his temple. "She's not even yours you obsessive fuck. Are you positive she isn't knocked up?!"

Sanzu eyed him for a second. "What's stuck up your ass? And yes, she's having a blood bath on the toilet right now. I thought her pussy fell off."

Sanzu looked around the room. Rindou grabbed a glass from the coffee table and slammed down the rest of the amber liquid. A nearly empty bottle of whiskey sat at the edge.

"Didn't we just buy that shit yesterday?"

"Fuck!"

Sanzu's gaze shot up to Ran. He stood in front of the two with a sad looking face. That's when Sanzu noticed the small outfits he had in each hand.

In the left was a tiny purple dress, complete with a small headband that had a huge flower attached to it. In the right was a brown bear onesie that had a purple bowtie connected to the chest.

"You mean... I'm not going to be an uncle?"

Rindou ran his hand down his face. "For the last time.. No. Go dress up your own kids and stop poking holes into my condoms, you sick fuck."

Ran clicked his tongue and slumped down onto the couch. " Your swimmers suck limp dick Rin. And for your information, your nieces and nephews are all already too big to be wearing this cute shit."

He grabbed the clothes and threw them at Sanzu. "Knock her up so I can have a baby."

Sanzu made a face of disgusting. "Like fuck I'm getting my partner in crime knocked up. Do you know how stupid we'd look torturing someone with a brat strapped to our chest? Go make another one somewhere!"

Ran sighed. "I don't want another one of my own. I only like them when they're tiny and babbling nonsense. When I get tired of it I can give it back."

Takeomi walked in and threw his box of condoms at Ran. "What the fucks your problem Ran?! I think I got one of the strippers from last week pregnant!"

"Ooop- I'm out!"

Ran used his daddy long legs and tried to run out the door. Takeomi wasn't having it.

"Get your slim Jim, Pocky stick, stick bug from bugs life lookin ass back here you lanky Slenderman bitch!"

The two passed you and Kakucho in the hallways. Ran gave you a quick glance over his shoulder and flipped you off as he ran from Takeomi.

"I'm disappointed in your ovaries woman!"

You and Kakucho looked at one another. "See, it was his doing! I say we just get him a puppy or something.. That or you let me kill him."

Kaku shook his head. "No to the killing part, Rindou would get depressed and either kill himself or you. I passed by some pet shop a few days ago. They had puppies... Let's go before Ran pulls a Jesus and gets someone else pregnant."

"Ran's too evil to pull a Jesus. He's going to Criss Angel a bitch pregnant instead."

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The pet shop was small but you could feel the relaxed atmosphere before you and Kakucho even opened the door.

Of course your shopping companion went straight to look at the colorful fishes leaving you waiting by the counter for someone to help you out.

"Sorry to keep you waiting! It's just me today so I apologize ma'am."

The cutest guy you've ever seen walked in from some back office, with a few cat food bags stacked in his arms. Black and yellow hair with sandy colored eyes.

' Adorable.. '

He set the bags down and gave you a smile. It was like your brain quit working.

"Can I help you find something or just looking?"

You wanted to throw some cheesy joke about already finding what you wanted if you could take him home... Damn you hung around Ran too much...

' Oh right! Ran's dumbass.. '

"Uh.. actually I'm here to adopt a puppy or cat. Whatever really?"

The guys face lit up. It was their goal after all to find all the animals a forever home.

You learned the guy's name was Kazutora as he introduced you to the many animals up for adoption. Big, small, fuzzy, and scaly. All cute but none of them screamed ✨Ran Haitani ✨.

When Kazutora was in the middle of introducing you to a spotted bunny named Daisy. You had to stop him..

"I'm going to be real with you beautiful. The guy I'm buying for... Well I need an animal who will basically be acting as a baby for him. A plus if the animal wouldn't mind being dressed up in cutesy clothing..."

You noticed Kazutora's shoulders kind of dropped. "Oh.. shopping for your boyfriend?"

You had to swallow down the vile that shot up to the back of your throat. "Gross! Fuck that. He's more like an annoying coworker. The guys lonely and gets on all of our nerves. So I figured a fur baby would satisfy him."

His light returned! Kazutora thought for a second, he looked unsure... "There is one. She likes to dress up but--."

He motioned for you to follow him to the last animal case. It was huge! It took up almost more than half of the shelf's space! Maybe you should just get Ran the bunny?

When he stopped and looked down you had to hold back the dolphin laugh you wanted to spit out when your eyes landed on the animal.

A small tea cup Chihuahua sat on a large doggie bed that was decorated with small pillows that looked like they came from a doll house. It's huge but lazy eyes were glued to a small TV... Yes a TV in the showing case!

"So.. uh. This is Pixie.. She's the only animal we have who likes to dress up."

You couldn't take your eyes off of her and her purple sweater. If this wasn't Ran in mini dog form.

"Kakucho! Get your ass over here and take a look at this!"

Kazutora jumped back at your sudden yell. You looked up at him and apologized but his eyes traveled up to the figure standing in back of you.

"What do you think Kaku? Kazutora here says she likes to dress up."

Kakucho made a weird face that made his nose wrinkle. "We're getting that bastard a rat?"

You snorted while Kazutora gasped. "She's a tea cup Chihuahua Sir. Her name is Pixie."

Kakucho looked at Kazutora with furrowed brows. "Why Pixie?"

"Uh.. well I wanted to name her Tinker Bell after the fairy from Peter Pan because she likes attention and gives attitude when she doesn't get her way.. but my boss suggested Pixie because she seems to not like the color green. She tore up all her pillows and clothes. "

Kakucho let out a chuckle before looking down at you. You were making faces at the thing while it just looked at you with bored eyes.

'It even looks like him...'

You wiggled your finger at the dog. "We'll take her."

Again Kazutora seemed unsure. "Uhm.. Are you sure?" He brought you both over to a dog food aisle. He didn't want Pixie to hear him. "I'm going to warn you two now.. As you can tell she's pretty spoiled and mean." Kazutora lifted up his long sleeve and showed you the many tiny bite marks he had. "This is from when I tried to wake her up from her nap."

You and Kakucho shared a look. You both smiled and spoke at the same time. "She's perfect."

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Rindou clicked his tongue from beside you. He hated this.. Ran had asked you and Rindou to baby sit on your day off. He was on assignment and couldn't take his baby with him.. Rindou tried to get out of it but Mikey roped him back in.

"You know...I really regret not knocking you up now. Pushing around a baby wouldn't be as humiliating as this."

You looked down at Pixie who was having the time of her life being pushed around by Rindou in her doggie stroller. Wearing a bright pink dress with a white flower attached to her collar, along with a small matching sun hat.

In Ran's words. "A classy lady look."

You pulled out one of her treats from her designer brand doggie bag so she could nibble on something. They were stupidly expensive, each treat bag could put food on a struggling families table for a month.

"She's not that bad. At least Ran stopped fucking with everyone's condoms. I was scared I'd have to start hiding my birth control pills up Sanzu's ass or something."

"Speak for yourself. Look what this rat did!"

Rindou held up his hands. All fingers and both thumbs were wrapped in bandage's.

"That's because you're rude to her or Ran."

"It shits in my fucking shoes."

"Pixies craps are no bigger than a chocolate kiss. And her pee puddles only need one sanitizing wipe. Stop being a bitch."

All the younger Haitani did was roll his eyes and continue to push. Why did you both have to come to the dog park when this rat's feet has never touched grass before , let alone dirt. He hated this damn dog and he hated you for getting it...

[ookikufurikabutte]

alistair just one chance 👰🏼‍♂️ <- started da:o

[eisenartworks]

Starscream

[piierogis]

they are everything to me

[littleoddwriter]

can't stop thinking about Dmitri choosing what Sergei wears for the birthday dinner; especially because he does it in a manner that is so indescribably hot to me. (the way he looks him up and down, smiles almost condescendingly, but is clearly excited, tells him off for wearing what he does and wanting to stay in, almost whining about how it's his birthday and so obviously Sergei has to comply, already having a fitting suit ready at hand, etc.)

and so I'm just over here and absolutely running with that because nobody can tell me that Dmitri wouldn't do that with his partner, as well.

just- Dmitri choosing your outfit when he's going out with you (or for other occasions, or even generally), and you're both loving it because it's casual yet intimate, and it's also a great act of love and affection because in order to dress somebody in a way that makes them comfortable and happy you have to know them so deeply that it's transcending.

[thatcreationsureisunending]

What?? No... No!!! Why? Why me? No!!

Anyway

[quirkle2]

his stupid giddy smiles compel me

[moe-broey]

My homunculus

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