#✧ i don’t know how not to. / maspar.

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I need to know more about Maspar!!!!

if  magnus  is  upset  with  cas,  he’ll  order  thai  takeout.  in  return ,  cas  went  and  threw  out  all  thai  takeout  menus  and  deleted  the  numbers  from  his  phone.

since  he  died ,  cas  is  always  cold.  so  while  they’re  sleeping ,  he  curls  close  to  magnus  for  warmth.  (  and  just  to  cuddle  but  y’know.  )   magnus  made  a  joke  and  called  cas  ‘ SNUGGLE BUG ‘  because  of  it  once  ,  but  it  kind  of  stuck.  now  he  calls  him  bug.  cas  is  uncreative  and  calls  him  sassy.

while  they  can  be  versatile in  the  bed  room ,   cas  tends  to  be  the  bottom.

m : i’ve been cheated on, and you’ve cheated in your past relationship. i don’t know if i can do this. ‘  /   c : well i’ve been killed and you’ve been a killer, and i still sleep next to you every night    —–  that was how caspar parr broke magnus bane / aka their last & biggest fight.

magnus bought caspar a red truck, which he named Dorothy / Dot. magnus gave the name suggestion ( at least this time it wasn’t indonesian code )

caspar found his one ticklish spot.

there’s not much cas adores more than the way magnus looks in the morning / before bed : without glitter or makeup or his hair all done up.

they’ve had sex on the balcony of the loft.

caspar sends at least one nude a day ( if not more ) to magnus while he’s out with clients.

their  first  night  together ,  cas  was  couch  surfing  at  magnus’  and  stayed  with  him  after  he  awoke  from  a  nightmare.  they  weren’t  dating  yet,  and  cas  stayed  awake  with  him.

in  the  beginning ,   magnus  called  cas  ‘  my  little  broody.  ‘

[buriedson]

anything else about maspar cuz i've really missed them??

   friend,  i could rant about maspar forever.  have this little  GROSSLY  CUTE moment between them,  in their hot tub last week.    ( under a readmore cause it’s kinda long. )

caspar: he grins into the kiss, then follows him into the tub. he settles in then reaches to pull magnus into his lap, sort of, considering he was partially floating. he kisses along the nape of his neck. " i love you. " he hums.

magnus: he got onto his lap as best as he could, arms wrapping around his husband's neck, smiling happily as he practically purred at the kisses placed along his skin. " mmm. i love you too. "

caspar: he drags his tongue up his neck then pulls away and looks at him. his eyes veil over his husband's face, taking in his features. " when did you start wearing make up? " he asks as one hand lifts and sweeps along his cheek in attempt to wash away the faist blush. but waterproof, of course and nothing really happens. he swears, magnus wore makeup only he could remove.

magnus: magnus laughed a bit, shaking his head. " you hate when i wear makeup around the house, don't you? just feels natural for me to put it on, " he said, smirking when he knew his makeup didn't even wash away. magnus might have some say in when his makeup came off. leaning in, he lazily nipped at his husband's lips.

caspar: " i----  don't hate it. " he says, thought his voice seems a little too high to be entirely convincing. " i don't hate it, it makes you happy. i just... like it better when you're not wearing it. " he says with pursed lips. he hums and kisses his lips more. " you didn't answer me though. "

magnus: a soft smile as he pulled back, he tilted his head to the side. " i put it on in my office, just wanted to have it on. it's still a habit sometimes, sometimes, but i know you like how i look more without it, " so not being upset at all nor caring that cas ever saw him without makeup, a flick of his wrist and a washcloth appeared that he held out to his husband. " wipe it off? "

caspar: he tilts his head, eyes still scrolling over his husband's face curiously at all the artificial colours that glistened on his skin and lashes. he looks at the wash cloth. "... that will actually get it off? cause i tried that when you put it on me and it didn't do anything. " he takes the cloth from magnus anyway. " or does this have some like.. special soap? "

magnus: he laughed a bit, nodding. " it has makeup remover on it. soap and water don't usually work, " he said honestly, fingers lazily roaming along his husband's chest, over the tattoo.

caspar: he smiles softly and starts to gently wipe the cloth over his face, watching colours transfer from his skin to the cloth. " and i didn't mean like, today, when i asked when you started wearing it. " he tells him. " i meant like, in general. close your eyes. " his last words are whispered.

magnus: he slowly slipped his eyes shut and hummed quietly. " mmm. well, a couple hundred years ago make up wasn't exactly easy to come by, but i don't know, i still liked it. liked how it felt on my skin, how it made me feel and in a way at first i used it as kind of a mask, if that makes sense. then it just became a part of me. bu i would say about 1820s is when i really started to use it the most. "

caspar: he's gentle as he drags the cloth over his eyes to wipe away the black lines and glitter, not to hurt him but also to take the moment slow. he's learning to do that more, and he's liking it.  " well you don't need a mask with me. " he pokes the tip of his nose with the cloth. " but i get it if you wear it in the house anyway. "

magnus: " i try not to wear it around the house, " he said softly, heart oddly warming at his husband removing his make up, as if he was revealing himself to him even though cas had seen him plenty of times without it. this just felt different, made him feel even more contacted to his husband. " i like not wearing it around you. "

caspar: his smile grows at him and he washes over his other cheek, nearly finishing. once he's through, he tosses the cloth onto the chair where their pile of clothes was and looks back at magnus. " you're so beautiful. " his thumb brushes over his cheek this time, but over his skin and not the blush.

magnus: he leaned into his touch, eyes opening to look at his husband, loving the soft brown of his eyes and his heart swelled at the way cas looked at him. before they got together, before they got married magnus didn't like looking at himself without makeup, feeling naked and vulnerable without it, but now with cas, it didn't bother him so much. especially when they were alone. " i love you so much. "

caspar: " do you believe me, when i say that to you? " he asks him honestly, though his vocie is still merely a whisper. he knows the insecurities that live inside his husband's mind and beneath his skin and he wishes he could wipe them away with a cloth the way he had his makeup. " that you're beautiful, " he adds.

magnus: there was a moment where he didn't move or even say anything as he thought on the question. finally, he slowly nodded. " most of the time, i do believe you. " but there were still times, though much more rare now, that his insecurities wouldn't let him believe him, but they were growing much more far apart now to where most of the time, he did completely believe it. all because of his husband.

caspar: he had messed up with magnus before, and his gravest mistakes have been when he's hurt him. but those words... knowing that he's instilled some well deserved confidence in the warlock seems to push away all of that, and makes it seem like a memory more distant than it is. he leans in and kisses his lips, a sweet and gentle motion.

magnus: a soft hum, his hand lifted to brush along his cheek down to his jaw and over his neck before hands came to settle on his chest. relishing in the kiss for a moment more, he slowly parted their lips, nudging his nose against his husband's. " i am so lucky i found you, " he whispered.

caspar: he smiles at him, pulling away just enough to look into his dark chocolate coloured eyes, as sweet and indulgent as the real desert. he tilts his head a bit, " can i ask you a question? "

magnus: easily enough, he nodded. " you can always ask me anything, bug. "

caspar: " why did you let me stay? i mean like, on your couch? " he asks curiously, fingers trickling along his upper arms.

magnus: a slow intake of breath, he lifted a hand to card gently through his hair. " even though you got on my nerves back then--- i knew you didn't have anyone. it was kind of obvious and i didn't want you to be alone, honestly. i knew what being alone felt like and i didn't want someone else to know that feeling more than they had to. "

caspar: he tilts his head into the touch and nods once. he leans in to kiss him once again, but something he says sticks in his head for a second longer then the rest and he pulls back. " it was obvious? "

magnus: " --- i know what it looks like to be lonely. i saw it enough in the mirror every day before i met you, " he said quietly.

caspar: his shoulders slouch some, both from the memory that peeks around of the feelings he had before he met magnus --- before he had anyone around, and the idea that magnus had felt it once to. for a long while. he rests his head against his shoulder. " i'm sorry you felt like that for so long. "

magnus: he shook his head, nuzzling against his neck. " hey, it's okay. all of that time alone was worth it because it kept me open to meeting the most amazing, wondering and perfect man i could ever imagine and i got lucky enough to become his husband. forever and always. "

caspar: his arms wrap around his middle and he hugs him closer, as close as they can be and he smiles at him. " forever and always. " he whispers back. " yours, yours, yours. " he leans in to punctuate each repeating word with a gentle peck.