Chapter: 1/?? Fandoms: A Dangerous Fortune, Aladdin (2019), Beauty and the Beast (2017), Non Essere Cattivo, Trust, Lasciati Andare Rating: E Ship(s): Mickey Miranda/Jafar/Cesare/Adam/Primo (and every combination there) Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (I’m not gonna shy away from the fact there are vampires in this vampire AU) Fic Summary: Mickey came to the castle for a job as the personal secretary of Count Jafar Barmaki. What he found during his stay was something much different.

Note(s): Inspired by the boom of Dracula Daily on tumblr and lots of discussions with @pigsinablanketfort I FINALLY bring you the first chapter of my big Kenzarelli (ft. BATB2017) Dracula AU \o/

The art featured is also by @pigsinablanketfort Thank you Tina for continuing to inspire me and this fic, for being my beta, and for the beautiful art!!! <333

Chapter: 1/1 Fandoms: Trust (FX), Aladdin (2019) Rating: M Ship(s): Jafar/Primo Nizzuto Summary: Salvatore keeps a special suitcase locked in a closet. Primo is determined to see what's inside.

Note(s): Bingo Fills for @topjoediscord: Djinn

The last call was ten minutes ago and while Primo was certain they were going to have to physically throw him out, he didn’t care. He’d arrived less than an hour after he’d slammed the door to the unfinished argument he’d left behind and he had remained in that spot at the bar since. 

He downed the last of his whiskey, wishing he could have another but knowing that wasn’t going to happen. The bartender was eyeing him, waiting for him and the two other men in the bar to finish their drinks and get the fuck out for the night. 

Primo had fucked up tonight. He’d reached that drunken state where he couldn’t lie to himself anymore, couldn’t angrily keep having that conversation with Jafar over and over. The truth was that their fight had hurt his pride more than anything. He was in the wrong and in digging deeper, twisting the knife, it had ended with Jafar calling him out on his hypocrisy. And that’s when the conversation had shifted into a fight.

Primo was a lot of things, but a hypocrite wasn’t normally one of them. But Jafar was right, in matters of a future together, he really was lying about how it wouldn’t work.

Of course it would work. It was working. A piece of paper that tied them together wouldn’t change that. It would bring them closer.

AAAAAAAAAAA

Ah yes, a sequel to this drabble XD

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Jafar sat on the couch, a book open in his hands, his tired eyes skimming over the words of the same page he had been looking at for the past twenty minutes. He couldn’t sleep, but he couldn’t focus either. Not when Primo had stormed out on their conversation several hours ago. 

At worst, Jafar had expected Primo would argue against marriage logically. State the cons and how it was better for them to stay as separate people on paper. Jafar, of course, had been ready for that and had counterpoints at the ready. 

What he hadn’t expected was how emotional Primo had gotten, and not in the ‘I’m going to cry, I love you so much baby!!’ way seen all the time in public proposals. Instead, Primo had seemed almost offended that Jafar had proposed at all. How naming them as a ‘married couple’ would only make things more complicated. Jafar saw no logic in his words and before they knew it, the argument had gotten out of hand.

Jafar was shaken out of his thoughts as the front door creaked open. He put down his book and stood up as Primo slowly shuffled in. Their eyes locked immediately.

“Where were you?” Jafar asked, fighting to keep the bite out of his tone. 

“Out,” Primo shrugged, swaying on his feet.

“You’re drunk.” 

“Yeah.” Primo nodded, then closed the door behind himself. “Look, Jafar…” He started, stepping closer, his words slurring slightly. “Let’s fucking do it. Let’s get married.”

While the tension eased from Jafar’s shoulders, he rolled his eyes. 

“You’re drunk,” he repeated, reaching out to slip an arm around Primo’s shoulders. They took their time walking to their bedroom. 

“I mean it, Jafar. You are right. I’m sorry I said those things.”

“Apologize to me in the morning.” Jafar sighed. “And for what it’s worth, I am sorry too.”

“S’fine.” 

Jafar carefully sat Primo down on the edge of the bed; he kneeled before him to help him out of his shoes. He could feel Primo’s gaze on him, intense but familiar. Once Primo was dressed down to his underwear, Jafar slipped under the covers with him so they were facing each other. 

“I really mean it. Let’s get married. You can change your name to Jafar Nizzuto, if you want.”

Jafar smiled at him in the dark.

Chapter(s): 1/1 Fandom(s): Trust (FX), Aladdin (2019) Ship(s): Jafar/Primo Nizzuto Words: 673 Summary: Jafar finally calls hours after Primo expected him to.

Author’s Notes: My first prompt bingo fill for “Time Zones/Time Differences” :D

Chapter(s): 1/1 Fandom(s): Trust, Aladdin (2019) Rating: E Ship(s): Jafar/Primo Nizzuto Summary: It had started with Jafar grabbing fistfuls of Primo’s ass and a mocking comment about how thin his pants were, which somehow had led to Jafar assuming Primo wasn’t wearing anything under the blue trousers. He assumed correctly.