#especially touch starved rafael like not to be like that

[muletia]

I just found a Transformers prime fic that makes cybertronians small and the human trio has to take care of them.

Now imagine this.

This happens with obsessed!Optimus, now he can go anywhere with you, gets hugs and warmth from you, and be able to be kept inside the house with you.

Especially if he has to be carried by you because of his size(maybe the size of your knees) so stay in the base is off limits because of his side, especially with the danger of being squished.

What do you think?

what a silly (affectionate) scenario

wrote some short of headcanons because this is such an adorable concept <3

At first, Optimus would be terrified. Going from a height that allows you to look down on everyone to having to tilt your head all the way back just to meet Rafael’s eyes isn’t something easy to adjust to, or accept. New dangers and uncertainties also arise. Will they manage to restore him to normal before the Decepticons find out (imagine a mini Megatron lmao)? Or before someone accidentally steps on him?

That terror quickly dissipates when you discover what has happened, replaced by embarrassment. You weren’t supposed to see him in such a state. Once, he prayed every night to Primus for just a sliver of your attention, but now he’d give so much just for you to look away. He wanted you to always see him as a worthy partner, not a sparkling utterly dependent on the care of others.

He abandons that mindset just as quickly when it turns out you feel an overwhelming need to care for him. To stay by his side and make sure no one steps on him. You practically never leave his side, every now and then stroking his helm or grabbing his servo.

Oh, holding his servo. Imagine you grabbed it instinctively, wanting to protect him from Smokescreen’s pede or another less careful bot. From that moment on, the two of you are inseparable. Seeing you apart, without any form of physical contact, becomes a true rarity because Optimus will take every opportunity to bask in your closeness. He becomes your shadow. A clingy companion who won’t let you take a single step without him.

Humans have a tendency to shower affection on anything adorable, and I think this case wouldn’t be an exception. It’s so easy to lose control of yourself when a mini version of Optimus is constantly looking up at you with big, puppy-like optics, clutching your hand tightly as if afraid you’ll vanish at any moment. And although he won’t be thrilled with public displays of affection, feeling uncomfortable when you shower his faceplate with kisses while Ratchet watches from the sidelines, his restraint evaporates the moment you have to take him home.

That’s when it becomes clear just how touch-starved he is and how much he craves being spoiled. Even as someone small and irresistibly cute, able to use those traits to his advantage, he still won’t want to impose his feelings on you. But honestly, he doesn’t even need to try. Because you’re always there for him. Your hand is always in contact with him — holding his servo, stroking him, or wrapping him in a hug.

And oh, he will hug you often. Mostly because of you—it’s nearly impossible to resist when you have such an adorable sweetheart by your side. The best part is that you can squeeze him tightly without worrying about hurting him. Mini Optimus absolutely loves it. He delights in your affectionate tendencies and lets you do whatever you please as long as you’re giving him attention.

He especially loves it when you cover his faceplate in kisses, making sure not to miss a single millimeter. He must have been a truly good mech his entire life if Primus himself rewarded him with such treatment.

So don’t be surprised if, when Ratchet eventually finds a way to restore Optimus to his proper size, he becomes very, very reluctant to return to being the leader and a Prime.

But what do you mean he can’t spend the rest of his life being spoiled by you and carried around in your arms?

[dannygpino]

Thinking a lot of thoughts about touch starved Barmaro.

[lets-try-some-writing]

On your parental Unicron fic, does Unicron ever really like the Autobots? He tolerates them because they're protecting Unicron's children, but does he ever do more than tolerate them? (Maybe because one or more actually risk their lives for the children?) Or does he continue to just tolerate them and rather harmlessly torment them?

Short answer: Kinda

Previous part here.

Foolish Little Autobots

After changing his children to better survive on their own, it had been Unicron's hope that Primus's children wouldn't need to touch his as often. He should have known better than to expect the soft sparked Prime and the touch starved team he brought to do that. It had been far too long since any of Primus's creations had seen little ones, and that in a way made Unicron somewhat sad for them. They were so long lived, skilled, and wise, not to mention they could do as they wished and live through just about anything. Their greatest enemies were themselves, and if Unicron was honest with himself, he pitied the fact that they couldn't retain the joy his children had because of their limited lives.

Still he tried not to get too sentimental about it. They were still Primus's creations and they could go die and he wouldn't care. At least that is what he kept saying to himself even as he watched his brother's children struggle bitterly to keep his safe.

He watched on as Arcee nearly got blown up time and time again trying to protect his eldest herald. At first he said to himself that he wouldn't step in, especially now that his heralds were adjusted. But watching Arcee come back from such things covered in wounds yet still smiling and comforting his children first... it made Unicron feel a tad guilty for leaving his children's protection entirely to the Autobots. Thus while he still made it a point to harass Arcee, he always kept the roads smooth for her and made life difficult for any trying to tail her.

When is came to Bulkhead and Wheeljack he wasn't as fond of them for a long while. They were unruly and got his second herald into all kinds of trouble. However upon seeing them work to assist her in mastering her abilities and taking her in as a sibling or sorts... he may or may not have opted to give them a bit of leeway. Any children of Primus who would so willingly accept his were worthy of continuing to live, at least so long as they were useful. Thus for them while he did continue to make it rain a lot when they went out, he would guide them toward energon deposits. They were big mecha and they needed extra energon to keep going, and they couldn't very well teach his herald if they were low on fuel.

After them he said he wasn't going to help any more... and then Bumblebee took a hit to the face trying to protect his youngest herald and the fatherly part of Unicron screamed at him. Bumblebee was little more than a child himself and he was getting closer and closer to giving his life for Rafael every day. Unicron wouldn't stand for it, although he told himself it was because then the Prime may refuse to protect his children. Thus he may or may not have begun giving Bumblebee more advantages during battle, just a random rockslide here, a stray bolt there, and so on. Nothing too bit.

And then there was Ratchet. Unicron had no intention of helping him ever because he was crabby and tended to speak poorly of his children. But then OF COURSE Ratchet had to go and give his all to learn human medicine and care for the children during their changes. And OF COURSE he had to go and be sweet with them, singing them songs they couldn't hear and tucking them in when they fell asleep. Thus there was only one real option. Unicron started leaving Ratchet alone when he left base and even led him to points of interest. It was only right, a payment for his kindness toward his children.

Then there was Optimus Prime... Primus's chosen champion who reeked of purity and order. He was everything Unicron hated, and yet he showed so much love and care to his children that by the time Unicron started helping the others, he was contractually obliged to do the same for the Prime. He couldn't let Optimus die now. The Prime was too useful, and so he may or may not have tipped the scales in his favor during conflict, nothing too much, just small things like the weather.

Optimus spoke to him often, thanking him for his kindness with utmost respect. Unicron never talked back, but a small part of him was pleased that Primus's blessed one was willing to thank him for his charity.

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

how would the Esparza characters react to an unexpected hug from a stranger? From an s/o?

Ok I’m only gonna do the ones I have a real handle on I think.

Frederick- I think his reaction would be pretty similar to a surprise hug from a stranger as from an s/o. He would freeze completely, like the anxious, stressed out, touch starved little weenie he is before realizing that everyone just saw the complete terror and surprise on his face and would be FURIOUS. Expect to be batted away and verbally cut to ribbons. That tongue isn’t only good for doing *that* to a pen lol.

Nevada- don’t surprise hug a gangster with both a gun and bodyguards with guns. Like. Come on. Don’t do this. Really. It’s not going to be pretty and if by some stroke of luck you manage to avoid getting killed, he will not apologize to you for making the attempt. It will somehow be all your fault and you will hear about it for the rest of the month.

Rafael- I mean, if you’re ok with having best friend and faithful police lieutenant Benson’s gun pointed at you, yeah, I mean trying to surprise hug Rafael as a stranger is definitely a good idea lol. She’s gotten a little protective since the death threats. As an s/o? Probably he would be okay with it. I could see him having an issue only if he was seriously stressing out about preparing a case and you interrupted him. Or if he was just in a grouchy mood. He is definitely the kind of person to take out bad moods on the people around him.

Alfredo- Oh this softest of soft boys would love it. From both a stranger (an opportunity to maybe convince you to buy one of his homeopathic cures), and especially from an s/o. Do it. Hug this boy as often and as hard as you can.

Bri(y)an- Don’t. He will sue “your ass” if you are a stranger and he doesn’t like clingy, cuddly, needs to take up all of his time partners. This is his space, that is your space, and unless you are having sex, or have come to a mutual agreement saying otherwise your two spaces should not be touching.

Jackson- Would not appreciate being hugged by a stranger. And would tell you so. Loudly. While shoving you off. Wouldn’t mind it from an s/o though. Would probably rather enjoy it. As long as he wasn’t in the middle of something. Disturbing him while he’s in the zone working on something most of the time ends in you getting your head bitten off.

Bobby- Would probably be weirded out to be hugged by a stranger. Would probably be polite about asking them to gtfo but would definitely be weirded out. Also might not be the biggest fan about it from an s/o. I’d feel that one out and maybe act on a case by case basis.

[spacegaysss]

Rafa and Roman Pt. 1

Hey everyone! I hope you all had a great week :) Today I’m bringing you a little fic that I wrote for my brilliant, beautiful amazing friend @boreussia-durmmund. I hope you’ll like it!

As soon as Roman wakes up he can feel a deep sense of regret and anxiousness filling his chest. And it doesn’t take him long at all to figure out why he’s panicking.

There’s a stranger lying next to him in bed. Don’t get him wrong, he knows who this man is. He just didn’t so much as talk to until 24 hours ago. For a moment Roman just lies there and tries to calm his galloping heart.

“You know, it’d be greatly appreciated if you could quiet down your brooding. Some people had a shitty day and an exhausting night and they’re trying to sleep.” The man next to him hasn’t even opened his eyes, the only sign that he’s awake is the smirk pulling at the corner of his full lips. Suddenly Roman feels silly about his whole freakout, he should at least think the other’s name, try it out in his head and see how it feels.

Rafa. Rafinha. Or Rafael Alcântara. Whichever one pleases you best. The point is, this whole story is just really weird. He doesn’t even really know how the whole thing came to be. Last night still feels like a dizzying mix of euphoria, desire and fear.

“You could at least ask me if I want some breakfast. I think that’s the considerate thing to do. If that’s not your gig you could always just kick me out immediately. I couldn’t really begrudge you any hard feelings.”, Rafa interjects yet again.

It seems that Roman can’t really keep ignoring him, so he opts for the safe escape and gets up to go to the kitchen.

“It’s fine if you want to stay for breakfast, but don’t expect me to serve it to you in bed.” He calls over his shoulder while fishing a pair of sweats from the bed post. But before he can make his way to the kitchen, there’s a 200 pound weight pinning him down and a delicious heat on his pulse point.

“Of course, we could always skip breakfast if you wanted to move on to more… adventurous activities.” Rafa practically purrs into his ear.

Roman’s not gonna lie, it’s a tempting offer, but he knows if they fall back into bed, the anxious churning in his stomach is just going to get worse. So he rights himself and pulls the sweatpants securely over his hips.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starved. Follow me if you’re in need of food or coffee.” Walking into the kitchen in bright daylight and seeing Rafa take a seat by the counter feels – he doesn’t quite know how to describe it – it’s like two worlds are colliding that never even came close to touching each other. And looking back at the past 24 hours, they shouldn’t ever have touched. But now he’s here, making coffee for Rafael Alcântara.

“You’re not really the talking type, are you?”, Rafa jokes from behind him. Well, it’s not like he said much more than 20 words today.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just tired… and confused. I’m not usually like this.”, Roman tries to apologize, but Rafa just waves him off, laughing.

“I think I should be the one to apologize, because if I recall, both of those things are my fault.” And at this Roman can’t help but laugh as well, because, you know, Rafa is right. It’s not like he usually gets much sleep after Champions League matches, but add a passionate culé and all chance of sleep is lost.

“Yeah, speaking of that, you didn’t really say why… you know. Why you were suddenly interested. As far as I know, we don’t know each other.” As the coffee is finished, he hands a cup to Rafa who takes it with a grateful smile.

“You’re not wrong, but it’s not that easy to explain. Well, I’d like to think that, at least, but I guess the easiest way to say it is… I have a thing for goalkeepers.” Roman all but chokes on his coffee at the sudden admission. Of all the things he might have suspected, this wasn’t one of them.

“Well, see. The mister made us watch hours and hours of footage of your games and I couldn’t help but notice your amazing saves and especially the way you go into one on ones… so. That’s it, that’s the explanation.

”Meanwhile, Roman has gone beet red. It’s not like he’s the most humble person or anything, but he knows he messes up from time to time, everyone does. And to hear someone who literally plays with the best every single day telling him that he admires his saves? That’s quite the compliment.

“Well, thanks. I can’t say that I expected you to say that. And it’s not like I did that well yesterday. I was lucky our defenders were saving my ass back there.”

“Oh don’t say that! It’s not like you play Leo Messi every day, is it?”

“Can’t say I do, no.” They both have to laugh at that, this whole conversation just seems like the most scurrile situation they’ve ever been in.

“Well, Roman, it’s been nice. But I think I should go back to the hotel if I wanna make it back to Barcelona in one piece. You don’t know how Geri gets when you don’t spend the night at the hotel. I just can’t handle all the teasing today.”

“Yeah, I bet it’s just like torture.” Roman’s smile is still firmly in its place, but he can’t help but feel a little sad that Rafa’s already leaving. It’s not like they’re gonna see each other in these circumstances again.

“Oh but before I leave… would you give me your number? I’d love to stay in touch.” Rafa just seems to be full of surprises, but it’s not like Roman’s complaining. So he just ignores his rapidly beating heart and takes the phone that Rafa’s offering him to type in his number.

After that, everything happens pretty fast. It’s not like Rafa had much with him when he came here last night, so he just gets freshened up and puts on his clothes before he’s ready to head out into his real life, and consequently vanish out of Roman’s.

Roman, still trying to be the good host, walks Rafa to the door. He feels a little awkward just standing there, but how do you say goodbye to a person that you just a crazy one night stand with? It’s not like he does this often.

But before he can do anything stupid, like shake hands and say thank you, Rafa stretches up and yanks Roman’s head down into a kiss that feels a little more like a promise than a goodbye.

One can only hope that it’s a promise to use the number he gave him. 

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PS: This little fic is set after the BVB vs Barca Champions League match in a couple weeks because I’m sooooooo excited to see that one!!!! Expect more obscure pairings to come ;)

PPS: There’s gonna be a part 2 for this.

[fanficsaremylifeline]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood & Max Lightwood-Bane & Rafael Lightwood-Bane, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Max Lightwood-Bane & Rafael Lightwood-Bane Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Max Lightwood-Bane, Rafael Lightwood-Bane Additional Tags: Mortality, Domestic Malec Summary:

Something's off with Max, and not just the normal teenager-my-parents-suck-stuff. It's more than that. And Rafael is done being kept at a distance from his brother.

“Magnus?”

He had barely closed their bedroom door, when Alec, already in bed, called out for him.

“What is it?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, you know that. And I really wish you would, you look quite anxious.” Magnus joined his husband on the bed and took Alec's hands in his. “What's worrying you?”

“Max is”, Alec sighed. “Have you noticed anything different about our boy?”

“Not really”, Magnus shook his head and thought back on the last few days, weeks, but nothing unusual came to mind. “But I'm worried now: Am I a bad father?”

“Please, you're the best father anybody could wish for”, Alec brushed his doubts away. “Maybe I'm overreacting, but it feels like he's keeping his distance. And I don't know what I did wrong to push him away.” Alec dropped his head and stared at their entangled hands.

“Or maybe our little warlock is just a typical teenager”, Magnus suggested with a shrug. It had been the same with Rafael a few years back; from a certain age on, your parents were just lame and so uncool. Or whatever the current slang was; Magnus didn't even bother with trying to catch up, especially since every now and then he still threw in slang from Victorian times.

“Maybe...” Alec looked back up, but didn't seemed to be convinced. “It's just... It felt different with Rafael. Instead of getting overemotional, bitchy or something like that, Max just closes himself off.”

That was indeed weird, their little blueberry wore his emotions on his sleeve. And to Magnus that hadn't stopped. So maybe there was some truth to Alexander's suspicions.

“Do you want to talk to him then?”

“I don't know... Maybe I am overreacting and it's really just some teenager-stuff and if that's the case I don't want to push him further away by being pushy and probing.”

Magnus squeezed his husband's hand and shot him the most encouraging smile he could muster up. “I trust you and your judgement. I'll keep my eyes on Max and I'm sure that if there's something bothering him, he'll come to us.”

“Ok”, Alec nodded and smiled back, “I have no reasons to doubt the smartest man I know.” He leaned over and brushed their lips together. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Hermano, we need to talk.” Rafa burst into Max' room, leaving the warlock no chance to argue. Besides, he knew better than to start bitching; Rafa already looked pissed off enough, no need to aggravate him further.

So, instead of groaning at his brother to leave him alone, he put the comic book down and looked up at Rafael, who had closed the door behind himself. “What's up?”

“That's a damn good question.” He stomped over to where Max was sprawled out on the bed, pushed the warlock's legs off it to make room for himself and sat down. “What's up with you?”

“I'm alright”, he shrugged, not exactly sure where Rafael was going with this.

“Right”, the older brother scoffed. “Of course you're alright, that's why you keep avoiding me and Dad. Is it a Shadowhunter thing?”

Shit. Of course Rafael was right, hitting the nail on the head, but that was not a conversation Max was comfortable with having right now. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“You're a horrible liar”, Rafa sighed and the anger on his face dropped and turned into a more saddened expression. “I just... If you tell me what I did wrong, I'll happily fix it. I don't want to lose you, man.”

“But I'm gonna lose you!”, Max just blurted out. Shit, not how he wanted this to go...

“What?” Now Rafael looked like he had no idea what was going on. “Why are you going to lose me?”

Damnit. Well, there was no need in trying to talk around it, but then again, there was also no way to make Rafael understand... “I'm immortal”, he just mumbled, his head hung low. “You're not. Dad is not. And... I'm not like Papa, I can't handle it. I can't just keep a little box with your stele or something...”

“What are you talking about? What box with my stele?”

Max couldn't explain, he had to show his brother. Papa and Dad were both at the Institute right now and there was no danger in looking through Papa's old stuff, so Max got up and motioned for Rafe to follow him.

“A while ago I was looking for a specific spell book. But instead I found this little box.” It wasn't really hidden in the shelf, but also not on full display, disappearing in the sheer amount of books, tokens, fangs and all that magical stuff so it wasn't surprising that neither of the brothers had ever seen it before.

“What's that?”, Rafe asked, as Max carefully got it out of the cupboard and put it on the living room table.

“I asked myself the same thing, so I looked inside. It's Papa's”, he explained and lifted the lid. “Memories of past friends, loved ones, all the people he outlived.”

Completely silent, Rafael walked over and inspected the box, somewhat curious and terrified at the same time. There was this old wartime photograph of Papa with some blonde guy, having his arms around him. There was an old watch, almost ancient and Max was afraid to touch it, out of fear it'd break. There was an amulet with a beautiful gem that, depending on how the light shone on it, shimmered green or almost as blue as Max' skin. There were letters and postcards, some of them hundreds of years old.

“Put it away”, Rafael demanded and quickly turned around and walked away.

Max complied and followed his brother into his room, where he already sat on the bed with an empty expression on his face.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shown you”, Max apologized and sat next to his brother, putting his hand on the Shadowhunter's shoulder.

“No, it's alright, it's just...” He turned to Max with his brown eyes all sad. “I never thought about that, you know? I mean I know that you and Papa are immortal, but I never really got it...”

“I know what you mean”, Max nodded and scooted a little closer. “I never really gave it too much thought as well. Until I found that box and... I don't know if I can do that. Just keep some memories and then move on... I'm not strong like Papa.” Max didn't bother trying to fight the tears that were making their way down his cheek; he had cried enough about losing who he loved to know that any tries to blink the tears away were useless.

“Please”, Rafe shot back, trying to smile encouragingly, but tearing up as well. “You're as strong as Papa and Dad put together.”

Max was about to argue that, when he heard the apartment door opening. “Boys, we're home!”

“Please don't tell them that I've been snooping in Papa's stuff”, Max pleaded as he wiped the tears of his cheek.

“I won't”, Rafe promised and dried his own face.

And like that a silent promise went between them to keep what they just realized from their parents. It's not that they didn't trusted them, on the contrary. But how should they even start this conversation? There was nothing that Max could say, it was just a sucky feeling and all talking would not change the fact Max was immortal.

“Boys? Where are you?”, Dad called and after making sure that he was indeed tear-free, Max walked out into the living room with Rafa on his heels.

“Ah, there you are. We got pizza on our way home, hope you're hungry”, Papa smiled and put the cartons on the table.

“Starving”, Rafe forced himself to smile and sat himself between Max and Papa.

“Good, then dig in!”

“Everything at the Institute alright?”, Max asked, as Dad cut their dinner, trying his best to sound casual. Maybe talking about something completely different would distract him enough, at least until he was back in the privacy of his room.

“As alright as leaving Uncle Jace in charge can be”, Papa chuckled and Dad just rolled his eyes.

“My life would be a lot easier, if Jace just stuck to being the house husband, and let Clary be a fulltime Shadowhunter... Huh”, he chuckled. “I never thought I'd prefer working with Clary instead of Jace...”

Papa chuckled along. “Jace and Simon could start a Dad's club, let Izzy and Clary battle New York's demons. The ladies are fiercer than their husbands, definitely.”

As Dad and Papa continued reminiscing about a time when Dad hated Aunt Clary, Max just focused on his pizza. Which was hard to do, his stomach had dropped to some very uncomfortable places and Max felt like he would be sick.

Under the table, Rafael reached out and grabbed Max's hand, squeezing it reassuringly and he could just start crying again. Damnit, Rafa was so much better at putting on a brave face, he even managed to smile as he ate his pizza, instead of the young warlock.

“Max?” At Dad's call, he dared to look up, biting hard on his tongue to keep from breaking down. “Are you alright?” Dad looked worried about him, but Max decided to play it as cool as he could.

“Yeah”, he lied, forcing a smile, “I'm just a little off I guess...”

He leaned over the table and put his hand on Max's forehead. “You're not feverish, that's good.”

“I think I'll just need to get to bed a little earlier”, he shrugged, before Dad could examine him some more and prayed to whoever would listen that Dad would just accept it and leave him be. Otherwise Max would break down any moment.

“That's probably a good thing”, Papa nodded. “The pizza will still be good tomorrow. Do you want to lie down here on the couch on go to your bed?”

Damnit, why did they have to care so much instead of just letting Max leave? “I'll go to bed” he answered instead and slowly got up. “Just have dinner”, he shot over at Dad who motioned to get up with Max. “I'm ok, just tired.”

“Right.” Dad sat back down, looking somewhat awkward at Max. “Call if you need anything.”

“I will”, he forced a smile.

As soon as he had the bedroom door closed behind him, he let the tears run wild.

This was so unfair! Why did he have to deal with this? Max was fifteen for crying out loud, he should worry about curfews and avoiding being grounded, not the inevitability of life and death!

Wallowing in his self-pity, he lost all sense of time, until his door opened.

“Relax, it's me.” Rafa held his arms up defensively, as Max jumped up off the bed, ready to face whoever walked through the door. Seeing that it was just his brother, Max fell back down, and the Shadowhunter sat next to him and pulled the younger brother close.

“Sorry”, Max mumbled and pressed himself against Rafael's side. He was only three years older than him, but quite a bit bigger; Papa always joked about the Shadowhuntergene, with Dad being so much taller than him. Right now it was nothing but comforting though.

“Nothing to be sorry for”, Rafa assured him, gently rubbing up and down Max's back.

They sat in silence for a while, calming each other down. After seeing Papa's box, Rafa too was pretty shaken. He preferred to play the big and strong warrior though, so Max pretended not to notice the tears that made their way down Rafael's cheek.

And then a soft knock echoed through the room. “It's us”, Dad announced, “can we come in?”

Max looked up, seeing Rafa being just as afraid and worried about what their parents would think about their issues... They couldn't keep on pretending, though. Clearly the adults knew that something was up and maybe the sooner they'd get out with it, the sooner it'd be over. With a flick of his wrist, Max magicked the door to open and their dads walked in, sitting on each side of the boys.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Max wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure what to say, what his issue was and... It was just hopeless. So he scooted a little closer against Rafael, who answered instead. “We found Papa's box.”

“What box do you... Oh.” Papa went quiet again, when realization hit.

“I just don't want to one day have only your bow and arrow in a box, with Rafe's stele next to it”, Max eventually admitted, it was barely more than a mumble though.

“And is that all we're gonna be for you one day?”, Rafael asked, sounding like he was scared of the answer.

“What? No way”, Papa made clear. “You are my sons and I love you more than anyone or anything ever before. Even in three, four or eight hundred years, I can promise you that.”

Dad moved over and put an arm around Max. “And it's true the other way round as well. Even when I'm up there with Raziel, I'll still love you and that won't change.”

“Yeah, but it will change!” Max looked up at his Dad, who tried to look brave, but he was actually sad. “You'll leave us, Rafe'll leave us and I... I'm not like Papa. I can't deal with that.”

“Well”, Dad smiled, “you don't need to be like Papa, because you are so, so strong just the way you are; I know it. I can see it every time you train, every time you help the little warlocks with their spells, when you teach the young Shadowhunters about magic... To put it in terms of Uncle Simon, you have an absolute superpower and that is your big heart. And yes, having a big heart like this, it's gonna cause a lot of pain. But do you think it'd be more painful never loving your brother or missing him, but all that in the best of memories?”

“It's really unfair”, Max stated, after his Dad's speech had sunk in. “You don't even know what it's like, but can give a speech like that?” Max wasn't sure whether he was impressed or annoyed that Dad thought he knew what it felt like.

“Yeah”, he chuckled, “that's your Papa's fault. We've talked a lot about this, him and me, when many, many years ago, I too found the box and started to realize a thing or two.”

“Your Dad was so hurt, to be seemingly only one in a long line of loved ones”, Papa continued the story. “He was scared, like you are”, he squeezed Rafael's shoulder, “that one day I would just move on and confine him to a piece of memorabilia. All I can promise you, is that with all my power I'll fight to never let that happen. And Max'll help me with that, and I'll help him with that as well.”

Mhm. Did Max feel better right now? No, not really. He still dreaded the future like nobody's business and he could feel how Rafael next to him felt the same way.

“This won't get easy over night, not even in a decade or two. What Papa and I have learned though, is that we need to talk about those things. Especially the things that scare us. Our lives just are a little contrasting, being Shadowhunters or Warlocks makes a few differences”, Dad shrugged. “It doesn't matter what it's about, come and talk to us, ok? Because there is nothing, absolutely nothing in this or any other world that could make us not love you anymore.”

“Really nothing?”, Rafa asked, and just a bit of a grin broke through.

“Son”, Papa grinned back, “I believe there's nothing that can shock a parent more than what the two of us did to our parents.”

“That sounds like a challenge”, Max giggled and grinned up at his Dad, who smiled right back.

“It is an unwinnable challenge for you two”, he made clear. “I'll bet the entire Shadow World that me and your Papa will love you until the sun explodes.”

“Max! We need to go!”, Magnus called for the third time.

“I'M COMING!”, he yelled back and Magnus could hear the eye roll.

“We'll be late to little Alexander's rune ceremony”, Magnus reminded his son, as he finally made it out of the bathroom.

“I need to look good for my great-grand nephew, though”, he grinned and Magnus could only smile back.

“You do look very nice. Not sure who you dressed up for... I'm pretty sure Alexander doesn't mind, en contraire to a certain warlock lady...”, he added with a grin and a wink, before opening a portal.

“Oh my god, Papa! Don't be embarrassing!”, Max groaned, flushing nicely purpleish.

“Me? How preposterous! Wait, you got a little bit...” Magnus straightened Max's lapels and motioned to tuck a stray strand of dark blue hair behind the young warlock's ear, when he moved back.

“Can you cut it out? I'm 112, I can get dressed all by myself, thank you very much.”

“Your Dad used to say the same thing. And then he'd go out in washed-out jeans and an old ratty shirt...” As much as he loved him, Magnus could only shudder at the thought of his late husband's style, especially in the early years of their relationship.

“That's harsh”, Max shot back with his mouth gaping open. “You're really calling me a fashion disaster like Dad?”

“Thankfully you take after me, style-wise”, Magnus chuckled and pushed Max through the portal to the institute, where everybody already seemed to be assembled.

Max didn't even grace Magnus with much of a glance once he spotted Madzie and hurried over to the girl and the seat next to her that just happened to be empty still.

“It looks like you'll owe me twenty bucks soon”, Catarina chuckled and came up on Magnus' side, looking at the lovebirds.

“They're not together yet”, he shot back, “and it's only a few weeks left till Christmas. I can still win the bet.”

“Yeah, right. Come on, you're great-great-grandson's rune ceremony s about to start.” She nudged his arm and he followed her to an empty seat, as they watched Alexander walk down the aisle, all determined and a little scared for his big moment.

He didn't just inherit the name; the little Shadowhunter reminder Magnus so much of his Alexander, his determination, his drive...

Optically, he definitely got his great grand dad's looks though. Whenever Magnus got the chance to tousle those unruly curls, he always had wonderful flashbacks to Rafael scrunching up his face when Magnus stroked his head.

.

“Hey, Papa?” Magnus enjoyed a wonderful cocktail at the party, when Max walked up to him. “Are you alright?”

“Of course I am”, he smiled. “are you?”

“I think so...” Well, that looked like he was not alright at all.

Magnus put his arm around Max's shoulder and together they walked out on the balcony, where they could sit in private. “What's bothering you?”

“Nothing, it's just... There's a lot of talk about Alexander Lightwood today, obviously. But, it just... It hurts so much. And then he looks just like Rafa and... you know?”

“I do”, Magnus nodded and pulled his son in for a hug. “I miss them, too. Every day. But that's love, you know?”

“Well, love sucks.”

“No, it doesn't”, Magnus smiled. “Love hurts, yes. But in the final balance... Not even all the pain at missing your Dad and brother can dampen the joy I feel that I got to spend around seventy years with them. Nobody can take those years away from us. Nobody can ever take away that Alexander was my husband, that he was your Dad; nobody can ever ruin Rafael being our son and brother.” He gently stroked Max's back, who had his face pressed against Magnus' shoulder; he knew his son well enough to know that he fought with everything he had against the tears and was losing that fight. “Love hurts. And for centuries I locked myself off, just forbade myself from loving anybody. Those were the loneliest years of my life. Yes, I had Catarina, there was my friend Ragnor I told you stories about, but I thought being miserable now was not as bad as being heartbroken then. That was not true, at all.”

He cupped Max's face and locked eyes with his son. “Your Dad showed me what love is all about. And I am so happy for every second, because being with him gave me you and Rafael. And as much as it hurts, how can I be angry about having gotten to be a husband, a father? It was the best damn thing that could have happened to me.”

“And to us”, Max chuckled and wiped a tear from his cheek. “Without you, Rafe would have lived his whole life on the street and who knows where I would have ended up.”

“Maybe everything does happen for a reason”, Magnus smiled. He wasn't sure he believed that, but who knew... There could be a grain of truth in there.

“Maybe”, Max smiled. “Thanks, I feel so much better now.”

“Good.” Magnus leaned over and pressed a kiss against Max's forehead.

“Ok, then I'll let you get back to your cocktail”, he decided and got up, determination clear in his eyes.

“And where are you off to?”

“Well, there's something I need to do...” The way his cheeks flushed in deep purple, there was only one thing Max could be talking about.

“Uhm, no”, Magnus decided and motioned for Max to sit back down.

“What now?”

“You can't, not yet at least”, Magnus explained. “You need to wait until Christmas.”

“Why, so you can win your bet against Aunt Catarina?”, Max shot back with a raised eyebrow, a look he definitely had learned from his Dad.

“So you know about that, alright.” Now it was Magnus who blushed ever so slightly.

“Yes. Madzie and I know about that”, he deadpanned. “And we are not amused.”

“Sorry, son.”

“Yeah, well, you should be. Because somebody told me that no amount of pain and hardship can compare with the wonderfulness that is lo... Well, what might be there”, he corrected himself, blushing some more.

“Using my words against me... Not sure whether I should be proud or ground you”, Magnus grinned.

“I'm 112, you can't ground me anymore”, Max made clear, shot him a grin and strutted back into the building.

“Well, Alexander.” Magnus looked up at the sky, where he assumed his husband to be. “No need to worry about us. Max is doing just great. He's growing up to be a man just like his Dad and I know you couldn't be prouder. I'm really lucky to have him, he has been making my life worth living these last fifty years without you. Well, I should get back to our great-great-grandson's rune party. It's about damn time though; this institute has been living without an Alexander Lightwood for way too long.”

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𝐑𝐄: 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

I’ve mentioned the fact that Esmeralda is very physically affectionate a few times, but I’m not sure I’ve gone really into detail. This isn’t just things like maintaining hand contact while walking or kissing your cheek now and then; with significant others, it’s very deep kisses at random, sitting on their lap frequently, snuggling up against them, and very teasing, arousing touches. She’ll absolutely kiss cheeks and hold hands as well, but these go along with the former. She therefore likes a partner that is very comfortable showing affection through touch, or, alternatively, one who flushes and is teased very easily. Friends obviously aren’t the same degree, but she will still kiss, hug, handhold, even lean against or snuggle with a friend in a way that could be perceived as romantic. Part of the reason she often doesn’t bind with her children in various verses is that she’s scared of holding them (and thus, dropping them, or doing something else to harm them by accident), and maintains very little touch. Once she establishes that touch, the bond is much more easily formed. 

This comes largely from her upbringing, at the convent as well as at sea. She formed a very close group of female friends there, as well as a few closer than friends, and even though they grew up in an environment where such touching would be discouraged, it was always snuck in during the day and plentiful at night. When she snuck aboard with Don Rafael, she obviously didn’t have the variety of touch or the specifically female touch anymore, but again, he was a very physically affectionate grandfather. Hugs, kissing the top of her head, etc. She’s able to make friends with a few of the men who treat her more or less as a godchild, and receives some friendly touches from them. While Don Rafael is alive, her romances are relatively few, but we can see that while her and Jack are courting that that sort of relationship is something she’s actively pursuing and looking for –– if not necessarily the strictly sexual relationships to be found among sex workers or less romantic flings. 

When Don Rafael dies, essentially the only touch she’s able to receive is when she’s in port, or if she meets with someone at sea, like she did with Jack in tpof. She no longer has that familial contact, and she no longer engages with her men on quite the same friendly level, now that she’s their captain. She’s therefore extremely touch-starved most of the time, and immediately seeks that out once she makes port. This could be seeking out a friend like Marie in Shipwreck, a liaison like Jack, or buying at a brothel. (if she has the choice, she prefers the first two, but she’s not one to shy at paying for sex –– especially because she has expensive taste in everything, even courtesans) Eventually if you’re her parter/friend you’d get used to it –– it’s just the way Esme is –– but I think, particularly if you’re someone who’s touch-repulsed or simply not used to being very physically affectionate, it would certainly through you off for the first few weeks. 

[madpanda75]

Hello ! Can you write an imagine where Rafael and Y/N are together and there is a difference of age between them, like 18 years, and he’s working in a case where a man is accusing of pedophilia because he’s older than the girl and the enemy camp uses his relationship with Y/N and want her to attest but he protect her you know smt cute thank you❤️

“Always Defend You”

Rafael Barba x Reader

Sorry this took me forever to post. I hope this was something like what you had in mind! I had fun writing it! ❤️

Warning: Mention of sexual assault/rape, Mention of violence 

Tags: @amirightcounsellor

Rolling over in bed, your hand moved around the mattress searching for the warmth that radiated from your boyfriend’s body. The warm body that you had grown so accustomed to snuggling against during the night was missing, leaving only cool sheets in its absence. Opening your eyes, you saw a sliver of light peeking through the door, you looked over at the clock on your nightstand, it read 1:30 am. “Surely Rafael couldn’t still be working” You thought to yourself. The ADA said he would be headed to bed shortly after you decided to call it a night, but that was hours ago. Wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm, you padded down the hallway towards the living room. Rafael was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. He had undone the top few buttons on his shirt and his tie was tossed aside and long forgotten, you could see a glint of gold from the cross necklace he wore underneath. Writing furiously on his legal pad, Rafael failed to hear you enter the room.

You stood quietly in front of him, waiting for your boyfriend to notice you. Rafael looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you. “Cariño, you scared me. I didn’t know you were still awake.” You went to go sit on the couch next to Rafael, laying your head on his shoulder, “I woke up when I saw you weren’t in bed yet. Guess I just can’t sleep without you by my side anymore.” Rafael smiled and kissed your forehead before wrapping his arm around you. Nestling closer to your boyfriend, you inhaled deeply and took in the faint smell of his cologne. Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and thought back to when this beautiful sexy man entered into your life.

Amidst the chaos of a downtown coffee shop on a Thursday morning, he mistakenly grabbed your caramel macchiato while you had taken his americano. After a flirty debate over how your taste in coffee was too sweet while in your opinion, his coffee preference was far too bitter, you left the coffee shop with a phone number and a date. Now here you both were six months later, completely in enamored of one another. Rafael sighed as he looked down at the deposition in his hand. You ran your fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp, Rafael worked so hard and you hated seeing him so tense especially at home which was supposed to be his sanctuary away from all the stress. “Do you want to talk about it?” Leaning into your touch, Rafael shook his head. “Why don’t you go back to bed mi amor? I’m going to be up for a little bit longer.” Too tired to argue, you nodded your head and reluctantly went back to your bedroom.

You were sound asleep by the time Rafael crawled into bed and he left before you were even up in the morning. Rolling over in bed, you saw he had left you a note,

“Good Morning Hermosa. You looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn’t have the heart to wake you. It’s going to be another long day for me, I am so sorry mi amor. Don’t wait up for me tonight. XO Raf”

Smiling at the note, you pulled yourself out of bed and got ready for the day.

Your heels clicked against the marble floor of One Hogan Place as you made your way to Rafael’s office with coffee and bagels in hand. You suspected Rafael had not eaten this morning and decided to surprise him with the morning treat. “Good Morning Carmen,” you said, handing her a cup of coffee. Carmen graciously accepted the cup, the two of you had become good friends over the past few months. “You’re a lifesaver, thank you! He’s alone if you want to head in.”

“Thanks Carmen!” You smiled at her as you walked towards Rafael’s office and softly knocked on the door before poking your head in. Your boyfriend was typing furiously on his computer, glasses practically sliding down the tip of his nose, his tongue poked out in concentration. His eyes were glued to his laptop as he talked “What is it Carmen? Is Buchanan here yet, he’s early.” You closed the door behind you, “Nope, he isn’t here yet.”

Rafael looked up and smiled at the sound of your voice. “Y/N, what are you doing here.” You held up the tray of coffee and bag of bagels, “I come bearing gifts of carbs and caffeine, counselor.” He laughed and took the items out of your hand, setting them down on the table. Rafael took you in his arms, kissing you passionately. “What would I do without you?” He said against your lips. “Probably starve,” you said before nibbling on Rafael’s bottom lip.

Letting out a groan, he pulled you in closer, his tongue tracing the curves of your lips while his hands slid down your back to rest on your bottom. “Baby, the coffee’s getting cold.” You said with a giggle. “I don’t care.” Your boyfriend whispered as he cupped your ass and hoisted you on his desk, his fingertips ghosting your inner thighs. You moaned while he kissed down your neck. Just as your hands began to take off his belt, Carmen’s voice came over the intercom, making you both jump. “Mr. Barba? Mr. Buchanan is here.” Rafael sighed and grumbled, “He’s early.” You hopped off his desk and grabbed your coffee, “I have to leave for work anyway. Should we continue this later?” You kissed up his neck before biting on his earlobe.

“Absolutely, I can’t wait.” Rafael went to sit down at his desk, in an attempt to hide his growing bulge. Handing him his coffee, Rafael took a sip and made a face, “Ugh, hermosa, this one is yours. How can you drink this? It’s not even coffee.” Laughing you switched cups with him, “Keeps me sweet.”

“You don’t need any help in that department, Y/N.” Winking at Rafael, you walked out of the office and bumped into a large man with a ruddy face. “Oh, excuse me.” The man looked you up and down with a glint in his eye that made you uneasy. “That’s ok, no harm done.” You straighten your blouse a bit, which was a tad rumpled from your brief makeout session with Rafael. Your exit was blocked by the defense attorney. “Umm, he’s all yours.” The man smiled at you with a cheshire-like grin as he moved towards the office door, “I promise I’ll have him back to you in one piece.” With a polite smile, you nodded and walked away, feeling the need to take a shower after being under the large man’s gaze.

The lawyer entered the ADA’s office, “So Mr. Barba, my client would like to strike a deal, he’ll plead guilty to sexual misconduct, no registry.” Rafael snorted a laugh, “Your client had sex and exchanged illicit pictures with a 15 year old girl. He gets rape in the second degree and goes on the registry.”

“Come on, counselor. Mr. Patterson had no idea she was fifteen plus he claims it was completely consensual.” Rafael rolled his eyes, “Your client is 17 years older than Ms. Jackson and she certainly does not have the opinion that the sex was consensual. Under the law she cannot legally consent to sex with your client. We have her statement and enough physical evidence to put Mr. Patterson away. No deal.” The defense attorney’s face turned red as he stared down the ADA, “Then we’ll see you in court.” Mr. Buchanan walked towards the door, before stopping in his tracks and turning to face Rafael, a sinister smile on his face. “I noticed the young woman who left your office earlier, I had no idea your office accepted college interns. You like em’ young, don’t you?” Rafael stood up, his fists clenched at his side as he walked over to the lawyer, his voice menacingly low, “She is none of your concern. Now if you excuse me I have a case to prepare.” The man let out a laugh, “Struck a nerve, did I?” Before Rafael could respond, Mr. Buchanan left.

Later that evening, you sat on the couch looking down at the piece of paper handed to you by a young man as you were leaving your office to head home. “Ms. Y/L/N?”

You eyed the man cautiously, “Yes, can I help you.”

With a flick of his wrist, he shoved the papers in your face and left. The papers asked you to appear in court as a material witness for the defense in the state of New York vs. Jonas Patterson criminal trial. You had heard Rafael talk about the Patterson case, he had been wearing himself ragged over it. What you didn’t understand was why you would be called as a witness for the defense. You took a sip from the glass of wine you had poured as you waited for Rafael to come home. Finally you heard the door open, “Y/N? I’m home. Why don’t we order some Chinese. I know we agreed to stop eating out so much but—,” Rafael stopped in his tracks as he looked at your concerned face. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” You walked up to him and handed your boyfriend the paper that you had been staring at for hours.

Rafael read the papers you were served with, you could see his jaw clench, his fists holding the paper so tight it was crumpling under his hold. “Why am I being asked to appear as a witness for the defense at your trial, Rafi?”

Your boyfriend sighed and went to sit on the couch, he slumped over and put his face in his hands. He knew why you were being called as a witness, this was classic Buchanan. He wanted to use your age difference with Rafael to sway the jury, to help win his case. It was a sleazy dirty move and unfortunately it cut right to his heart. Rafael loved you, but there was a considerable amount of years between you both, 18 to be exact. Although you had stated that the difference never bothered you, Rafael was afraid that someday you would leave him for someone younger, someone who could give you more than he ever could.

“Rafi? Are you ok?” You sat down next to your boyfriend, and rubbed his back in soothing circles. “It’s Buchanan.” Rafael said.

“You mean that large creepy man I ran into outside of your office?” You shivered thinking back to the lecherous lawyer you encountered. “What does he have to do with this?”

“He wants to use you to strengthen his case. Buchanan wants you to testify about our age difference in the hopes that it will establish doubt over the consent between Mr. Patterson and Ms. Jackson. Since he is claiming the relationship was consensual.”

Your blood boiled, how dare this man take your relationship with Rafael and pervert it. “I won’t do it. I will not testify for that man. Patterson is a pedophile, he raped that girl. We are two consenting adults, he can’t do this!”

Rafael turned to you, holding your face in his hands. “You won’t have to. We meet with the judge in the morning, I will argue that your testimony would be completely irrelevant to the case. The judge won’t rule in Buchanan’s favor, this is more prejudicial than probative. It’s just a dirty move, a final attempt to persuade me to make a deal. I promise you won’t have to take the stand.”

Nodding your head, you kissed Rafael deeply and rested your forehead against his, “Thank you Rafi.” Your boyfriend pulled away and looked at you, his green eyes seemed so sad in that moment. “What are you doing with me? You should be with someone younger. I can only imagine what people say or think when they look at us together. Maybe Buchanan is just pointing out the obvious with us, how ridiculous we must look together.”

You were shocked, your heart breaking as you heard the man you love speak about your relationship in such a manner. “Rafael Barba, I love you. Our age difference has never bothered me and I hope it doesn’t bother you. Don’t you dare let Buchanan take what we have and twist it into something ugly.” Now it was your turn to take Rafael’s face in your hands, you stared into his emerald eyes, hoping he could see how serious your love for him was. “You are kind,“ you said kissing his cheek. “Smart,” you kissed his other cheek. “Handsome,” you kissed the tip of his nose. “Sexy and I mean really sexy….the things you do to me, it makes me wet just thinking about it.” You whispered before kissing his lips. Rafael smiled, you could see a faint blush creep up on him as he listened to you sing his praises. “You’re everything I have ever wanted, Rafi. Don’t ever doubt you are not the man for me.”

Rafael pulled you into his arms, stroking your hair, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Rafi. Let’s forget about this mess tonight. Perhaps we can pick up where we left off in your office earlier, before we were so rudely interrupted.” Your boyfriend suddenly scooped you up in his arms making you yelp in surprise. He carried you down the hall towards the bedroom, “Come on hermosa, let me show you what this old man can do to you.”

You were a nervous wreck the next day, checking your phone constantly for any update from your boyfriend. He was due in court at 9 to argue that you should not be called to the stand for the defense. It was 11:30 and still no word from Rafael. You went back to your emails, trying to take your mind off of what was happening just a few blocks away at the courthouse when suddenly your phone rang. Without even looking to see who it was you answered.

“Rafael?”“No, Y/N. It Olivia.”Your blood ran cold, Rafael had given Olivia your number for emergencies only.“Olivia, what’s wrong? Is everything ok with Rafael?”There was a long pause on the other line.“Rafael is fine. The judge held him in contempt, could you stop by the courthouse?”You were shocked, Rafael was passionate in the courtroom but professional above all else.“I’m on my way. Liv, what happened??”“It’s a long story. He’ll fill you in when you get here.”

Hanging up the phone, you rushed to the courthouse. Racing up the steps, you saw Buchanan with a black eye and a bloody nose. He walked past you, too busy nursing his injuries to notice you. “Asshole,” you muttered under your breath. Heading into the courthouse you met Olivia. She walked with you down to the basement of the courthouse and down a long hallway to a large room, upon entering you witnessed a sight you never thought you’d see, your boyfriend sitting in a small jail cell.

Your jaw dropped, “Rafael!” He looked up at you with a sheepish smile, “Hi cariño.” Olivia tapped you on the shoulder, “The judge says he needs to pay a fine to be released. I‘ll wait outside till you’re ready and we can go get him released.” Nodding your head, you walked over to the cell, “Baby, what happened? Are you alright?” Rafael reached for your hand through the bar. Holding his hand, you saw his knuckles were reddish and slightly swollen. “I’m fine. The judge ruled in our favor, you don’t have to testify.”

You were still confused, “That’s great Rafi, but why are you locked up and what happened to your hands?”

Your boyfriend then went on to tell you how the judge ruled that your testimony was prejudicial and not probative and how she scolded Mr. Buchanan for attempting to pull such a stunt. As the two men were walking away, the defense attorney placed a hand on Rafael’s shoulder, “Well can’t blame a guy for trying.” Leaning over so no one could hear him Buchanan continued, “When your little girlfriend is through with you, send her over my way. I’d love a taste of that.” Rafael explained how in that moment, he saw red and before he knew what was happening, he punched the defense attorney right in the face. The ADA got in a few good punches before the court guards pulled them away. The judge held both men in contempt for unruly behavior.

You kissed Rafael’s hands through the bars. “You defended my honor?”

Rafael sighed, “I know I should have just walked away but my temper got the better of me. You’re not mad, hermosa?”

“Of course not Rafi. Actually I’m surprisingly turned on.” Rafael laughed, “I don’t think the judge or the DA feel the same way, but luckily I can continue with the case, so a mistrial won’t be declared.” You nodded at Rafael. He brought his head closer to the bars so you could awkwardly kiss him. “Let me grab Liv and go bail you out, Rocky Balboa.” Leaving the room, you went with Olivia to go pay the fine and sign the release papers.

Walking down the courthouse steps hand in hand with Rafael, you looked over at him and blushed. “What is it cariño?” He asked after catching you staring at him. You smiled, “I’m just so lucky to have a boyfriend who would defend me like you did today, makes me love you even more.” Rafael beamed at you, “I love you too, Y/N and I will always defend you.”

[adacarisi]

I loved your jealous Rafael will you do one for Sonny? Thank you!

OF COURSE! Thank you love! The Rafael Barba fic is still churning in the works, forgive me for not posting regularly but I’m working away at it every day! Thank you all so much for being so kind and loving, all your messages are so sweet and precious to me. Thank you so much for everything!

-Jealous Sonny is interesting for a few reasons. He displays his jealousy in a multitude of ways that make you smile but also a couple of ways that break your heart. 

-Typically when Sonny sees you getting on well with other men it doesn’t bother him too much, he trusts you and knows you wouldn’t do anything that would constitute a betrayal or affair. Nevertheless when said man decides to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear for you he nearly loses his mind. 

-In a public situation he definitely wraps his arm around your waist or shoulders and presses a very firm kiss to your temple before introducing himself as, “Dominick Carisi, her boyfriend.”

-Sonny is a very physical person and is in constant need of physical affection and attention. He’s essentially touch starved at all times. You have to give him little touches whenever you’re out with him or he’ll start to whine and sulk. If he notices you’re giving someone more physical affection than him he gets very frustrated and impatient. Sometimes his little moods get him into trouble, especially when you bring him to a work event. 

-Sonny gets jealous of anyone who spends more time with you than he does. He wishes he could be with you all day not only to simply be with you but to protect you as well. 

-What could be viewed as possessiveness is really protectiveness when it comes to Sonny. He loves the ever living hell out of you, he practically worships the ground you walk on and the air you breathe. He couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to you, let alone something he could prevent by being at your side. 

-When he’s missing you he buys you little gifts, sappy things like stuffed animals and flowers, all accompanied by little poems he writes occasionally joined by a little doodle of two stick figures holding hands. 

-When the two of you manage to find time to fall into bed together he kisses and caresses every inch of you, his heart threatening to burst from his chest every time you whimper and moan his name. When you run your hands through his hair his heart stops and his breathing calms, the entire world ceases to exist when you touch him. No matter how scared, angry or pained he is, when you touch him, he can’t feel anything else. 

-One of the reasons Sonny loves you so damn much is you let him be himself. You’ve never asked him to be anything other than who he is. He’s free when he’s with you, he never has to censor himself or think twice about how he’s acting or what he’s saying. Dominick Carisi is one of the most kind and pure individuals that has ever graced Manhattan and you treat him as such. 

-So Sonny knows he has no real reason to feel jealous, he just does because he realizes that time and life are precious, and no one’s time and life is more precious to him than yours.  

gif cred: @/iheartcarisi

[baseballbitch116]

Taking Care Of Him

The honeymoon stage had ended a while ago, having been in a relationship with Rafael for a little longer than two years now. You’re still very much in love, just not like it was when you first dated. He works long nights, especially lately, and you’re job has been requiring more of your time, as well. You have been living together for a few months now, seeing as you both had limited time, so would rather come home to each other every night. You don’t know how much he loves coming home to see you after a long and stressful day. Even after all this time together, he loves to just see your face and know that he has you no matter what. Today was one of those days. He had been at work since six in the morning, not getting to say goodbye this morning, letting you sleep in til you had to go to work yourself. He is just now heading home, sat in the back of the taxi, at ten at night. He is exhausted, eyes barely able to stay open, a pounding headache, and he’s starving. He had a very long day at court and working on paperwork for the case. He texted you about twenty minutes ago that he would be home soon, and all he wants to do is lay in bed with you. His body is aching and he is excited to take off the tie and suspenders. He finally arrives outside of your shared apartment, sighing in contentment as he trudges up the stairs. As soon as he opens the door, he can smell something delicious. He hopes that he doesn’t need to make himself something to eat, because he is just too tired. He steps into the kitchen, seeing you standing there, in one of his shirts and no pants, placing his favorite meal onto a plate. You turn around and smile at him. His heart flutters a little at how beautiful you look, and that you’re cooking for him at ten at night. “Welcome home, handsome.” You walk over to him, kissing his cheek and taking his jacket from him, placing it on the coat-rack. He takes off his shoes, relieved at his sore feet finally being free. “Hermosa, you didn’t have to.” He says, feeling bad that you are worrying about him instead of yourself. You shrug your shoulders. “I got home like two hours ago, you need it. I know you’re tired.” You motion to the couch. “Go, sit” He does as you tell him and you bring him over his plate and a glass of water with Advil. You unbutton his shirt and unclip his suspenders, placing them beside his briefcase. Then you stand behind him and begin rubbing his shoulders. “Ugh, Y/N, you’re amazing. Thank you.” He says after taking a bite, relaxing into your hands. You smile, only wanting him to be happy. “You’re welcome babe.” You respond, kissing the top of his head and continuing to massage his tense shoulders. After a few minutes, he finishes the food and pulls you into his lap, running his fingers through your hair and resting his head on your shoulder. “I’m so tired but I want to spend time with you.” He mumbles tiredly against your skin. “Let’s shower then go lay down.” You suggest. He nods tiredly and you grab his stuff before he can, meeting him in the bedroom. You strip and run the water, getting it to a nice temperature. He meets you and steps into the shower, wrapping his hands around your waist, hugging you. You feel sad for him, he can barely stay awake, his job requires so much of his energy. You pour a little shampoo into your hand and begin lathering it through his hair, avoiding getting your own hair wet. He watches you adoringly, running his fingertips down your curves. It’s not a sexual thing tonight, it’s all love. You rinse the shampoo out and get a loofa full of body wash, beginning to wash both of your bodies. Your hands run down his wet chest, down his stomach, washing all of his body. He relaxes at your touch, feeling the most content he ever has. You let him wash your body as well, before rinsing off and stepping out, quickly wrapping yourselves in towels to escape the cold air. You throw on a fresh pair of panties and one of Rafael’s shirts, and he changes into black sweats and a tank top, and you rush to bed. You get comfortable and open your arms out, inviting him to lay on your chest. He does and you cover him up, snuggling close to get warm again. His head rests on your chest, you run your fingers through his hair. He listens to your heartbeat, arm securely around your waist, slowly drifting asleep. Before he does, you hear him whisper, “I love you, Y/N.” quietly before he dozes off...