Also IN THE TAGS 👀👀👀👀👀 headcannons for seven and Marquez you say ? PLEAS PLEASE PLEASE SHARE SOME OF THEM I BEGGG
EEEE OMGGG ok like part of me doesn’t wanna spoil anything but I also wanna SHOUT THIS SHIT FROM THE ROOFTOPS
Seven is SOO deprived of gentleness and comfort and god forbid any emotional intamacy… and while the other 2 caretakers (M & C) will eventually be platonic sources of support for him, he really didn’t have a ‘romantic interest’ or a more intimate connection planned… and then Marquez came bursting into my brain and I was HOOKED.
So here’s some of me rambling about Marquez and Seven~
I think Seven dreams of Marquez after their first encounter. He imagines his strong, warm arms. His kind green eyes. He wants to hear his voice again, quietly whispering to him in a serene silence, instead of over pounding music and a rowdy crowd. He wants softness and solitude, but for the first time his fantasies of relief aren’t just of him alone. Now, in his mind, when he dreams of a relief from all this, he’s with Marquez.
Marquez hasn’t stopped thinking about that poor, abused, beautiful man he saved the other night at that party. He’s so dreadfully curious about him and his situation. He wants to go back, just to see him again, to make sure he’s okay, to figure out how else he can help him, but It’s hard for Marquez to have an excuse to visit the penthouse. Wes is such an asshole, Marquez can’t stand him and can’t reasonably fake becoming good friends with him. And even if he did get invited over casually, it’s not like he could just whisk the servant into another room in full view.
So the parties become the cover. Luckily, Wes likes to get fucked up, and has parties pretty frequently, and Marquez can kinda slip in through mutual friends (who are also kind of huge insufferable dicks tho, as he is realizing more and more…) and maybe, just maybe, if Seven isn’t the center of attention, Marquez can duck through the shadows and pull him aside. He just wants a conversation… Just to talk to him, make sure he’s okay, that’s all, but soon he realizes that the way Seven melts into his gentle touch, the way Seven’s eyes widen with calm and reverence when he looks up at him, makes his heart flutter and sends sparks through his chest. Something is happening to him…
I want them cuddling. So warm and soft and gentle and sweet. (Me wanting comfort for once wtf..???) And Seven is just obsessed with Marquez. He’s his savior, his angel. It could so easily be super toxic, if Marquez didn’t genuinely care about him.
I think in addition to the crow feathers, Marquez has huge angel wings tattooed on his back, which just cements the metaphor for Seven when he sees them for the first time. (They are crow and the dove… taking flight together into the sunset in Seven’s dreams…)
I also want them eventually doing more physically intimate shit and. It’s so so unlike when Wes or Kiara would use Seven for his body. This feeling is so so foreign to him. But with Marquez, slowly as he gets more comfortable, he can actually explore what feels good. At the same time, Seven also has a shit ton of sexual trauma to work through—but Marquez is kind and patient with him. To Marquez, Seven is a delicate little bird in his hands. It’s just so so sweet…
I already love these two so much so there’s a bunch of thoughts!! I’d love to hear any thoughts or headcanons you have too >.< or prompts, ideas, whatever!