Author: Djibriel
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It was a long and utterly confusing process, an insight into the terrifying mind of people who were more depraved than he would ever be. Magnus was sure of this.
Height was apparently taken into account. And hair. And who rescued whom last time. And who was the more martially skilled of the two. Who was more emotional, who wept more, or showed devotion fervently.
And the descriptions, oh the descriptions... Some of the pornographic scenes weren't anatomically correct, Magnus knew anatomy. These fics seemed to linger lovingly and perversely on sexual fluids, purple prose describing the male equipment and sweat and...
Magnus tried not to hurl, and skipped over a few paragraphs, vainly hunting for any sort of unifying factor.
...On the bright side, since Lorgar was a worse fighter than he and Magnus had 'nobly rescued him from Horus', he'd automatically been classed as the uke. Magnus had narrowly escaped.
Of course that pale shadow of satisfaction only lasted until he found the perverse three-way fic, that painted in very coarse strokes the image that... Horus and he were fighting over Lorgar, and the throttling had happened because Lorgar had declared his... preferences to leave the 'controlling' primarch and elope with Magnus.
Magnus needed a new bile bucket.
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AN: Magnus tries to understand the inner workings of a hardcore yaoi fangirl brain, the poor poor man.