#reformed demon boyfriends

[caylercrysis]

Fall From Grace - Lucifer x Fallen Angel! Reader - Ch. 1

Summary : You fell from Heaven simply for showing compassion towards Demons. You felt as if you had nothing left worth fighting for. However, after being shown kindness from the residents of the hotel and Lucifer, you come to the realization that you have a new home to fight for—a new family to protect.

Ch. 2

I wanted to believe that this was all just a bad dream; something that could never actually happen to someone like me. All I ever wanted was to protect everyone; to do what was best for everyone. I tried to hold onto that belief until the very end. However, once my body hit the hard, cold ground I felt something entirely new; pain and betrayal. Is this the pain of a sinner? No… there had to be another reason, right? Perhaps I had a purpose to serve here?

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” A soft, yet panicked voice entered my ears.

I opened my eyes and took notice of a girl with rosy cheeks peering down at me, worry evident on her face. My eyes widened, tears threatening to fall as I took notice of who the girl before me actually was.

“You’re,” I paused for a second, struggling to push myself into a sitting position, “Lucifer’s daughter, aren’t you?”

Earlier that morning.

“Emily?” I knocked on the girl’s door rather softly, feeling a bit nervous.“Are you in there?”

“Oooh, uhh yeah sure am!” she replied, her voice sounding cheerful, yet a bit off.

“Are you going to the meeting today?” I asked, nervously rubbing the side of my arm. “Sera said it was really important. She said all high ranking angels needed to be present.”

“Oh, no I don’t think so I’ve been pretty busy,” she replied hastily behind the door. “You know, being joyous and all that ahahaha.”

“Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” I asked rather bluntly, a pit forming in my stomach. “You don’t seem like you’ve been yourself lately. Actually, I haven’t even seen you at all lately. Are you okay?”

I hadn’t really spoken to Emily in over a month; which was weird since we were pretty close. It wasn’t like her to not share things with me, or for her to be distant. For the most part she was like an open book, always eager to share everything. She shared the good, the bad, and the in between. What on earth was she hiding?

“I’m doing just fine!” She spouted.

“Okay, um…” I paused, biting my lip, “Actually, I came here because I wanted to talk to you.”

“Now really isn’t a good time,” she said, her voice sounding surprisingly blunt.

“Emily, are you avoiding me?” I felt my stomach churn. Was there more of a reason as to why she had been avoiding me for so long? “Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not!”

“Then can I please come in for just a few minutes?“ I asked. “I really need someone to talk to.”

“I….” She trailed off. “Yeah, but can you keep a secret?”

“Yeah, of course,” I replied, trying to hide the overwhelming curiosity that suddenly enveloped me. Normally, she isn’t hesitant to tell me something. I knew it must have been really important.

She opened the door, revealing a tall, snake-like angel standing next to her. She quickly shut the door behind me, putting a finger to her lips, signaling for me to keep my voice down.

“Hello,” I said, very confused. “Are you…Emily’s boyfriend?”

“No, I already have relations with another female…” the snake said, sounding slightly offended by my comment. “I think.”

“Sir Pentious is… a reformed sinner.” Emily stated. “He rose from Hell and made it to Heaven.”

“A reformed sinner?” I asked, excitement filling my voice. “Wow, I didn’t know such a thing was possible!”

“Haha, yeah,” Emily said, using her hand to signal me to calm down. “But Sera sees him as a threat, so he’s been under my protection.”

“But he was sent to heaven for a reason. I mean he passed judgment..” I replied, widening my eyes. “What reason does Sera have to question him? Isn’t this a wonderful thing that should be celebrated?” I shook my head in disbelief. “But Sera always looks out for her people…Isn’t he one of the souls to protect now? Isn’t more souls making it into Heaven a good thing?”

“I have a lot to tell you…” Emily said, earning a nervous laugh from the snake.

Emily then proceeded to explain what happened down in hell, and how Sir Pentious seemed to have been redeemed by protecting his friends. She then gave me all the details about the court trial that Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie had attended to try to convince heaven that sinners deserved a second chance. Though Sera and the others deemed that there wasn’t any proof that sinners could be redeemed, Sir Pentious blew her argument right out the window soon after the trial. He was the key to a better future for Heaven and Hell. However, after the sinners exterminated the angels instead, there would be further division between Heaven and Hell.

“I… had no idea about the exterminations,” I sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I feel…ashamed…” She said, sounding defeated. “I was looking for the right time to tell you after I found out, trying to come up with a solution before I dumped all this on you. Then a month went by and…I couldn’t think of a thing. I felt useless.”

“So, you didn’t know all along?”

“Of course not…” she paused for a moment. “You noticed that my smile wasn’t the same, didn’t you?”

“I did,” I said with a nod.

“I’m having a hard time believing in anyone, or anything after what happened,” Emily said, crossing her arms and looking away in shame.

“Emily…” I placed my hand upon her shoulder, causing her eyes to meet mine.

“His daughter was so kind and was fighting to protect her people. She gave up everything. Even though some of our people fell, they…” Emily stopped what she was about to say, shaking her head furiously. “I’m scared of falling, but how can I pretend like everything's okay when so many souls are suffering?”

I noticed the tears threatening to fall from her eyes, which broke my heart. Emily was such a kind, forgiving soul. Though I didn’t know all that much about what went on in hell, I knew a lot of them had done pretty bad things. However, they had every right to defend themselves during the extermination.

“It will be okay,” I replied softly. “You’ve spent so much time lifting everyone else up. You’re not alone. I’m here for you.”

“I-I am as well,”Sir Pentious said. “She’s protected me thus far, I’m willing to do the same. I also want to find a way to protect my friends down below.”

“We’ll all think of something together,” I said. “With us three together, surely we’ll find a way to make things better for everyone, including the sinners.”

“Y/N…”

Present

“That’s right,” she replied. “You’ve heard of the hotel, right?” Charlie asked, excitement filling her voice. “Well, the new hotel since the other one got destroyed and all that. Ahahaha..” She said, sounding a bit nervous.

“I have,” I replied bluntly, not really sure how to react in this situation.

I tried to get up, but found it a bit difficult lifting myself off the ground. I had fallen just moments before the girl appeared before me, so my body wasn’t in the best shape.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” Charlie said, scrambling over to me without hesitation. “Here I was rambling all about my hotel when you’re hurt.” She threw me over her shoulder, supporting my weight and helping me to stand.

“It’s okay. Thank you,” I replied softly, my voice remaining dull. “Your hotel sounds nice..” I trailed off.

“Alright, then let’s go!” Charlie exclaimed.

My eyes widened a bit as the girl supporting my weight began to walk. I followed her lead quietly, quite sure she was taking me to the hotel she had been raving about. Who was I to complain? It wasn’t like someone like me had any idea where to go, or where to even start in a world like this.

She pulled me along with her through the streets of hell. I had never seen anything like it before. Red stained the streets, both from the hue of the sky and blood from sinners. Even though I had believed redemption was a good thing, never did I imagine that the sinners down here would be this violent. Tearing each other apart relentlessly as if it were a game or something. Despite everything, a smile remained upon her face as she dragged me along, talking to me about her hotel as if everything was great. How could someone like her remain so cheerful in a place like this?

Soon enough, the girl with rosy cheeks stopped in front of a large, tall building I assumed to be the hotel. Though it seemed rather dark compared to the structures I had seen in Heaven, it seemed much more tidy and welcoming than the buildings I had seen along this way. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

“Oh Okay!” Charlie exclaimed, pushing the front door open rather agressively. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” She threw her arms out, standing in front of me and showing off in the lobby of the building.

I looked around, noticing a bar up front, a lobby with furniture, and plenty of decorations adoring the walls. Though it seemed fixed up pretty well, the hotel seemed rather quiet and vacant. I raised an eyebrow, nervously brushing a strand of hair behind my ear as I forced a smile.

“Yeah, so most of our other guests are out right now” she said, her excitement dying down a bit. “Come on, I have a room you can move into right away. I’ll show you around, then you can get settled in.”

After Charlie showed me around the hotel, she introduced me to my room. Even though the girl seemed a bit dense, it appeared she picked up on the fact that I had become increasingly overwhelmed. She left me to get settled into my room, claiming that she had business to attend to. She seemed like a really bad liar.

It wasn't that I didn’t like the hotel or her; in fact I thought she was a very kind person, and I had believed that the hotel was a lovely idea when Emily had told me about it. However, I was still very confused about my situation. Why did I end up here?

I stumbled into the bathroom, a heavy sigh escaping my lips. I immediately went to turn on the faucet, then noticed that my hands looked different. I pulled my head up, immediately meeting my own eyes in the mirror. This was… me?

Even though my face remained relatively the same, I did have demonic features appear on my body. I took notice of horns, sharper teeth, and my pupils glowing red. I shook my head, tears falling from my eyes.

“This isn't me! I didn’t do anything wrong!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my knees falling to the floor.

It wasn’t that I had forgotten what had happened to me; it was that until that very moment I was in denial. I tried to gaslight myself into believing that I had been sent here for another reason; that the home I had lived in my entire life hadn’t betrayed me over standing up for something I believe in.

Earlier

I stumbled into the meeting room, the other angels’ eyes immediately meeting my form. I tried to ignore the attention, making my way over to my seat quietly.

“Where’s Emily?” Sera asked, her gaze meeting mine.

“I tried to get her to come, that’s why I’m a bit late,” I laughed nervously. “But she said she couldn’t..”

“Well, thank you for trying,” Sera said. “However, if Emily doesn’t step up and continue her duties soon, we’re going to need a replacement. We have to keep heaven safe.”

“Sera, she–”

“Ahem,” Sera said, cutting me off. “Since most of you are present, we have important things to discuss. I’m sure you all have noticed that our numbers have gone down.”

I quieted down, my eyes wandering around the room. The other Angels whispered quietly at Sera’s words. I bit my lip nervously, hoping this wasn’t going where I thought it was.

“Hell has threatened Heaven and we must protect ourselves at all costs,” Sera said bluntly. “They killed Adam and many of our other residents. We cannot allow this to continue.”

Whispers flooded the room once again, all the Angels looking around rather frightened. My hands began to shake and I felt anger envelope me. I tried so hard to bite my tongue, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t care if this got me in trouble; this wasn’t right.

“Sera, that’s not the whole story,” I stated rather bluntly.“Did you tell them about the exterminations?”

“Y/N,” Sera scolded.

“Look, Heaven has been killing demons once a year for a long time,” I said, my eyes wandering around the room, taking notice of the Angels’ surprised expressions. “I know a lot of you probably already knew that.”

“Y/N, calm down,” Sera said. “This is no place for this. If you don’t stop you’re going to have to leave.”

“If you were in Hell and armies of Angels came down to kill you, would you not defend yourself?” I yelled across the room. “Would you just stand by and take it?” I pleaded, trying to get through to the other Angels. “Don’t you all see? War just brings nothing but pain between Heaven and Hell. We need to find a better way!”

“Y/N, if you don’t stop this now—”

“What? I’m going to fall or some shit?” I spat, slamming my hands on the table. “I don’t fucking care anymore!” I crossed my arms. “Heaven is supposed to be a place for peace, forgiveness, and kindness, but we’ve just become murderers—we’re like Demons ourselves!”

“Y/N, please stop,” Sera pleaded, holding out her arms.

“Heaven is a lie. Adam got exactly what he deserved,” I said. “I won’t believe any more lies, and neither should any of you.”

The Angels in attendance began bickering throughout the room. There were so many voices I could barely understand what they were saying. I looked towards Sera, giving her a pleading look. She turned away quietly, not saying a word.

“Sera, surely you’re not going to put up with this, are you?” Lute said, entering the meeting room.

My eyes wandered to the new attendant. Her gaze met mine, her eyes full of hatred.

“Lute, I thought you were in recovery,” Sera replied.

“We lost so many people trying to protect Heaven, including our leader,” Lute said. “Why should we take the side of Demons? They had their chance and look at what they’ve done.”

Lute signaled towards her arm, earning gasps from the other Angels. I bit my lip, my eyes becoming hazy. I couldn’t let her win them over like this.

“Sera, she—”

“She has betrayed us. She has no right to be here,” Lute cut me off. “Sera, you know what you have to do to protect Heaven.”

Present

I continued to sob into my hands, my knees on the floor. I had broken down—I couldn’t control myself. The anger I had previously felt had turned into sorrow. All of my hope, shattered into a million pieces. I tried to do the right thing, and look where it got me—Hell.

“Hey, hey are you okay?” I heard a soft voice in my ear, then I felt a hand lightly grip my shoulders.

I shook my head vigorously, afraid of showing my face. Surely I looked like a total, pathetic mess. I tried to pull away, but they wouldn’t budge. Then, I felt a pair of hands pull my hands away from my face. I lifted my head slowly, assuming I’d see Charlie, then I noticed that it wasn’t even her. Was I so out of it I didn’t notice?

“H-huh?” I sniffled, quickly wiping the tears from my eyes as I took notice of the man leaning in front of me.

“You’re the new resident, huh?” he asked. “Charlie told me not to disturb you right now, but I heard yelling so I let myself in…”

I stared for a moment, not really sure what to think. The man before me seemed rather kind hearted at a glance. Surely this wasn’t the man that was claimed to be the most hated being? However, the red markings on his cheeks made him unmistakable. Charlie was a spitting image of her father.

“You’re Lucifer?” I asked, shock evident within my voice as I continued to stare.

“Y-yeah, that’s me,” he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly a bit uncomfortable by my staring.

I quickly stood up, brushing myself off, turning my face in the other direction. It had just sunk in that I had broken down into a crying fit in front of the King of Hell; the most powerful Demon in Hell.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be weird, I’m just a bit overwhelmed is all,” I replied. “It’s been a long day.”

“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?” he suddenly asked, standing up as well.

“W-what?” I looked towards him rather quickly, feeling a bit embarrassed and caught off guard.

“O-oh,” he replied, face palming. “See, I didn’t even mean it like that. That’s a um… a phrase, but what I meant was I get Heaven vibes from you, and I would know since I fell too and all that… oh and it hurt…haha…” He trailed off, laughing nervously.

“Ohh,” I laughed softly.

“Hey, laughing is better even if it’s at me I guess,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I replied.

“Come on, Charlie and I can introduce you to the rest of the guests,” he held out a hand to me. “Though, I must warn you a few of them are pretty weird.”

“Hey um….” I started. “Is it okay…that I’m an Angel?”

“Darling, you aren’t the first or the second fallen Angel down here, or even in this hotel,” he said. “You’ll be just fine.”

Then, I reached out and took his hand.

At that moment I realized something—Hell wasn’t as bad as I had previously thought. Hell was full of some bad people, that was a certain fact, but not all of them were entirely bad—they had good in them. If Sir Pentious could be redeemed, surely Charlie’s plan could do some good. Maybe me falling from Heaven could lead to something good. Before I fell, I believed that I could help Emily come up with a plan to bring Heaven and Hell together, but maybe me being down here in direct contact with the hotel could help in the long run. Perhaps if I hold onto hope for just a bit longer, everything will be okay? Maybe it was fate that I fell from grace.

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Ch. 2

#lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer magne #hazbin x reader

[thegnat]

Release date: May 2nd, 2023

Summary: As the son of Hades, Nico di Angelo has been through so much, from the premature deaths of his mother and sister, to being outed against his will, to losing his friend Jason during the trials of Apollo. But there is a ray of sunshine in his life–literally: his boyfriend, Will Solace, the son of Apollo. Together the two demigods can overcome any obstacle or foe. At least, that’s been the case so far . . .

Now Nico is being plagued by a voice calling out to him from Tartarus, the lowest part of the Underworld. He thinks he knows who it is: a reformed Titan named Bob whom Percy and Annabeth had to leave behind when they escaped Hades’s realm. Nico’s dreams and Rachel Dare’s latest prophecy leave little doubt in Nico’s mind that Bob is in some kind of trouble. Nico has to go on this quest, whether Mr. D and Chiron like it or not. And of course Will insists on coming with. But can a being made of light survive in the darkest part of the world? and what does the prophecy mean that Nico will have to “leave something of equal value behind?”

Nico will have to face demons both internal and external as his relationship with Will is tested to the core in this standalone adventure featuring two of the most popular characters in the Percy Jackson saga.

#omg!! #i can’t wait #so fucking excited for this #solangelo #the sun and the star #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo book #rick riordan #mark oshiro

[bi4bihankking]

The Priory of the Orange Tree Summary:

The House of Berethnet has ruled Inys for a thousand years. Still unwed, Queen Sabran the Ninth must conceive a daughter to protect her realm from destruction – but assassins are getting closer to her door.

Ead Duryan is an outsider at court. Though she has risen to the position of lady-in-waiting, she is loyal to a hidden society of mages. Ead keeps a watchful eye on Sabran, secretly protecting her with forbidden magic.

Across the dark sea, Tané has trained to be a dragonrider since she was a child, but is forced to make a choice that could see her life unravel.

Meanwhile, the divided East and West refuse to parley, and forces of chaos are rising from their sleep...

The Sun and the Star Summary:

A Nico di Angelo solo book

Nico di Angelo is pretty familiar with the realms of death, being the son of Hades and all. So when a desperate voice starts plaguing his dreams, Nico is convinced it's coming from the Underworld and belongs to an old friend - a reformed Titan called Bob. Then an ominous prophecy leaves Nico in no doubt - Bob needs his help and Nico must rescue him. Of course Nico's boyfriend, Will Solace, the son of Apollo (the god of light) insists on joining the quest too. But can will even survive in the darkest part of the world? And what does the prophecy mean when it says that Nico will have to leave something of equal value behind? As Nico faces demons both internal and external, his relationship with Will is tested to its very core. Can love find its way, even through the depths of hell?

#priory of the orange tree #the priory of the orange tree #samantha shannon #the sun and the star #tsats #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #nico di angelo #rick riordan #mark oshiro #lgbt books #lgbt literature #queer books #queer literature #lgbtqia #poll #bookblr #booklr #books #literature #queer lit

[augment-techs]

Six Word Starter Prompts (part 2)

Ran away with circus; never returned

Buxom songstress loves love and chocolate

Blades cuts, blood runs, scars remain

Did I miss a deadline again?

Walking the green mile: Finally free

Dreamy visions during extended daytime hours

Love drama, just not my own

I wouldn't change it a bit

Saw the world; now where's home?

Nose broken, beauty queen changes profession

Blinked! Winked! I am halfway through!

Arms: Full. Life: Not so much

Many risky mistakes, very few regrets

Six kids; life is stranger than fiction!

He left me for good eventually

would you like fries with that?

Legs spread, I withheld my intelligence

Traversing Earth together, chasing elusive answers

hockey is not just for boys

never liked the taste of beets

underachieving pleasure punk seeks constant gratification

risked it all; never quite enough

I write because I can't sleep

sperm too potent, now have triplets

Never fear. Truffle season is near.

started small, grew, PEAKED, shrunk, vanished

Mom blames musical theater. I disagree.

and I never did sober up

world backpacking decade ends with minivan

asked and answered, asshole, next question

Really, doing fine, thanks for asking

Oh shit! No way? Yeah dude.

Mistook streetlight for the moon. Climbed.

Boyfriend in bed, still a lesbian?

wanted to live forever, died trying

happy child, wild teenager, adult anarchist

to make a long story short...

My second grade teacher was right.

someone had to pay the bills

Didn't fit in then; still don't.

I love my lady...and bacon.

Revenge is living well, without you.

Outcast. Picked last. Surprised them all.

Became my mother. Please shoot me.

If there's more, I want it.

it's like forever, only much shorter

Cancer for sure. Still no cure.

born lucky, striving to die worthy

tequila made their clothes fall off

I told you I was crazy.

Topless dancer. Circus clown. Spy. Writer.

I play dress-up for a living.

Where the hell are my keys?

They always wore socks to bed.

Well, I thought it was funny.

I died at an early age.

I couldn't possibly fuck him again.

Same mistakes. Over and over again.

Me: fully reformed and halfway happy!

the day just kept getting better

born in city that doesn't exist

shot my penis in photo booth

after which he was never sane

almost nothing was under my control

let me in, you narrative whore

cheese is the essence of life

I waste time looking for love.

straight jacket on the gentle cycle

I secretly read wedding magazines.

my ancestors were accented cow herders

Gin joints. Love affairs. No relation.

slightly flabby, slightly fabulous, trying hard

Thank fuck the suicide attempt failed!

Secretly, I dream of my ex-boyfriend.

unfortunately, there was no other way

My wife made me do it.

Like an angel. The fallen kind.

drew on walls, creative for life

When all else fails, start running.

still waiting for you to ask

My penultimate act is to imbibe.

ordering soup for two, for one

Sometimes at night I lay lonely.

I didn't walk off the roof.

will draw for food and coffee

I fell out of the nest.

I don't nibble. I bite. Hard.

He knew the bruises would fade.

we were married in the snow

lonely, frothy kisses, then only spite

we were each other's favorite person

learned to live with great loss

I'm not afraid of anything anymore.

most successful accomplishments based on spite

He wore dresses. This caused messes.

I will never be quite finished.

I tried. It was not enough.

There will be no beautiful corpse.

Found a demon to love forever.

These words are yours to keep.

#writing prompts #ask prompts #sentence starters #source: not quite what I was planning: six-word memoirs #boom! comics power rangers #power rangers in general

[corhore]

So… Zeb Wells totally intended on the kids actually being MJ’s and Paul’s biologically and chickened out (rightfully so, fucking idiot) at the last minute right?

Because in issue 24, Rabin has no idea the kids exist, nor that they’re in the bunker. In issue 25, it’s implied he creates them and the first person he meets when he attacks the bunker is one of the kids. And then issue 26 reveals he created them as a tracking beacon to follow MJ back to her universe, except he could already travel universes and follow and locate her at will way back in issue 21, BEFORE the kids were ever a thing. And the farm life that the “happy family” lives shows they were safe for years, not under constant attack/danger like we assumed, meaning MJ and Paul totally had time to *make* the kids the old fashioned way. Plus Rabin saying he made the kids look like them so they’d get attached more easily feels like some quickly made-up bullshit to justify why she’d stay with Paul if the kids were adopted, instead of co-parenting with Peter.

And in the MJ/Black Cat spin-off, MJ is repeatedly said to have vanished for six months, whilst issue 25 reveals she was gone less than one and her kids are referred to by a demon lord who has been told nothing about them - he just knows stuff because he’s a demon - as MJ’s progeny - not adopted, biological.

They changed it last minute to save his ass.

And then in issue 26 they have Rabin call Paul “Your precious Paul” to MJ, have MJ defending a genocide enabler against Peter, which certainly seems intended to imply she loves him, especially when she compares the two, tells Peter she knows everything about Paul and tells him Paul has never lied to her (which he has, about many very big things, so gaslighting too now) and has MJ protesting “Spider-Man is not my boyfriend!” when Kamala calls him her bf. Yeah he definitely wanted to make his OCship canon and is pissed he wasn’t allowed (GOOD, fuck him).

Fucking idiot genuinely thought he could permanently split up Peter and MJ, remove the possibility of Mayday from canon for good and fans would be ok with it.

I think your giving Wells too much credit.

The truth is that he has NO plan for the kids or Paul. If he did then they would actually get explored and fleshed out in the book. The fact that Paul and the kids have had zero spotlight other than one issue (and the girl having two names cus the editors/Wells didn't remember her name) is evidence that Wells didn't care. Hell they only appear in like 7 issues across 27 issues most of which they do nothing.

From the very beginning he didn't care at all about the Kids/Paul nor MJ. He just wanted to writer a Spidey book with Peter working with a "reformed" Norman and be with Black Cat. Paul and the kids was just a dumb way to get MJ outta the way.

The truth is you can make this premise MJ dating another guy and adopting kids good. You can, but the execution has to be fucking spot on especially with MJ, but Wells not only isn't a good enough writer to pull that off, but he didn't care about the premise to begin with. Paul and the kids are nothing characters. They are props. Literal props to stir up controversy and to make people angry.

What were left with is the kids are gone, Paul is still around and MJ is sad. Are they still a couple? Were they ever even in love? What happens to them now? All questions everyone wants (good) answers to, but Wells doesn't care to answer for at least several months cus MJ isn't appearing in the book for the foreseeable future.

And then theres the legit textbook fridging of Ms Marvel a character whos appears in a whopping 12 pages overall.

Its legitimately insane how baffling poor this book is. This is career endingly bad. I fear Zeb Wells isn't writing another Marvel comic for a very long time after this.

Btw he's also writing Deadpool 3 and The Marvels.

[angsttan]

The Pretty Jock

"Kim Namjoon was the most sought after jock on their college campus, but he didn't find any interest in romance. 

Nor being a bottom, for that matter. 

Jeon Jungkook was the shy boy at the back of the class, keeping himself hidden away and only talking to a select few of the freshmen class, he stayed to himself most of the time. 

On the night of Jimin and Hoseok's frat party, however, Namjoon was shocked to see Jungkook present.

Especially when he pushed him to the wall. 

“You’ve been watching me all night, waiting so patiently for me to come to you. Now I’m here, let me reward you.” " Pairing: Jock!Namjoon x Nerd!Jungkook Genre: Rivals to lovers | Enemies to lovers!AU | Romance, Smut, a lot of teasing and pining

Warnings: alcohol consumption, a lot of sass from Jungkook, dominance battles, foreplay, obscene language, fingering, orgasms, anal, Jungkook has a potty mouth when it comes to dirty talk, Joonie's an anal virgin, first-time subbing, Joonie's a good sub, Jungkook is a demonic dominant.

Word Count: 4.9K Author's Note: I'm back with yet another story for you all, my first ever one-shot no less! I have to say after the Proof photos dropped I couldn't help but think about the possibilities of Joon being a sub, especially to Jungkook, so here it is! This is my second work after Fibreglass Hearts, which I am pausing updates of temporarily until I'm happier to continue with the storyline, but in the meantime - enjoy this filth 😂 - Bri

Rainbow glows of random light fixtures attached to the ground illuminated the dark house party, echoed by the bass that was bouncing against the walls whilst students drank from their red cups topped up with cheap supermarket beer and spirits. This was the college experience, Namjoon thought to himself, chuckling as he laid back on one of the brown leather arm chairs of his best friends Jimin and Hoseok’s home. As his eyes pried around the soiree, his gaze hardened when seeing Hoseok’s head tilted back in bliss, his eyes feathered shut as delicate kisses were peppered down his neck by his boyfriend Min Yoongi, one of the cutest freshmans that everyone wanted to snap up. With his short height, gummy smile, and venomous attitude to anyone who teased him for those exact features, Yoongi was heavily sought after and many envied Hoseok for being the first to make a move. “Lucky bastard.” Namjoon muttered, taking another sip of his whiskey and Coke. 

As his eyes continued to scour the music, he felt his vision blur as the lack of food mixed with the high percentage of alcohol as he was on his fourth cup of the night, but he could have sworn his eyes weren’t failing him when he saw Jeon Jungkook hiding in the corner. Hands buried in the pockets of his black jeans, his slouched position against the wall gave away how large his pecs were clinging to his black short-sleeved tee, a silver dog tag prominently resting square in his chest. Namjoon’s breath was snatched at the sight. 

“You okay, Joon?” Jin chuckled, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulders as he noticed the dazed stare from afar. “Who are you checking out?” 

Namjoon’s head snapped back towards Jin’s, eyes blown wide (and not just from the alcohol) as his words failed him, but within a second of silently gawking he shook his head and let out a low grunt, trying to reform his strong and powerful stance that he was popular for. “N-Nothing. I just can’t believe that of all the people in this college, Yoongi chose Hoseok. ” He laughed groughly, hiding his sweating palms in his jeans as he looked up at the science major in suspicion. “How come you came over here, hmm? What happened to Taehyung?” He gested, wiggling his eyebrows as he tried to get under Jin’s skin at the mention of his regular hook-up. Jin groaned and threw his head back, letting out a loud whine that would have stolen everyone’s attention had the music not been so loud and the crowd being in their own worlds.  “Had to go take Jimin to bed after he drank too much... Besides, he’s teasing the shit out of me!” A deep chuckle left Namjoon’s chest as he saw Jin’s exaggeration “is your poor ego crushed?” He cooed, petting his friend’s head as he donned a childish pout and clutched his heart. “Maybe if you stopped acting like a brat and showed him what you were truly like, you’d get a moment together.” “And what? Let him dick me down? Me? No, darling. I don’t let anyone take me to bed unless I have them shaking and begging for me” Jin huffed, standing up and shaking his head at such an idea from Namjoon “I will get him. Just watch.” Namjoon laughed as he saw Jin stalk away, making him shake his head at his friend’s attitude that was always exuberated when alcohol flowed through his body. “What a strange little man…” He noted, his head turning towards the wall he once saw Jungkook leaning against. It was now empty. 

“Looking for someone?” A low voice gruffed, snapping Namjoon to look above him, his eyes widened in surprise of the boy he once stared at from afar right in front of him. 

“Jungkook-” “It’s rude to stare, you know?” He snapped. Namjoon gulped.

“What are you even doing here?” He snorted, trying to hide his falter at the freshman’s sass. “I came over here because my best friend is currently giving your friend a lap dance and I want to go home.” Jungkook huffed, pointing to Yoongi grinding on Hoseok. Namjoon’s face flushed at how provocative the couple were being before he shook his head and looked back at the male before him. “And what does that have to do with me?” 

“I want to go home. With you.”

Namjoon felt his eyes bulge out of his head “Wh-What?”

“You heard me. You’ve been sitting here all night looking so high and mighty but I know you’re touch deprived. I saw the way you stared me down, do you really think you were slick with your advances?” Jungkook scoffed, grabbing Namjoon’s hand and pulling him up swiftly, pressing their chests together as he feathered his lips to his ear. 

“You’ve been watching me all night, waiting so patiently for me to come to you. Now I’m here, let me reward you.”

Namjoon felt the wind leave his lungs, his head setting off alarms at his guard being dropped so fast, but he allowed his body to take over as velvet lips brushed against his own, his feet stumbling backwards until he felt the cold of the wall behind them. Jungkook was kissing him. Jungkook was kissing him . This wasn’t right, it shouldn’t be so right. Namjoon was the dominant in every relationship, he should be the one making Jungkook melt. With a low grunt, he swiftly pushed Jungkook to the wall, flipping their positions as he lodged his knee between the latter’s legs, briskly massaging the bulge that was forming in Jungkook’s tight jeans. “I don’t sub for just anyone” Namjoon grunted, pressing his lips to Jungkook’s neck and blooming dark hickeys and drawing blood, panting between every one. 

“You really think you can top me?” Jungkook cooed condescendingly, laughing as he gripped Namjoon’s white shirt, not caring if he was stretching the fabric as he brought the senior to his eye level. “Look how cute you are, thinking you can top me. Let me guess, you’re going to feel your pride threatened and try to pin me down so your friends don’t know how much I can make you scream. After all, to you and all of your friends I simply just like books and grades… A nerd like me shouldn’t care about parties like this, right?” Jungkook tilted his head, tauntingly smirking as he shook his head in dissatisfaction. 

“That’s not how I work, sweet stuff.”

Namjoon let out a gasp as he felt his shirt released, and he lost his balance as he stumbled backwards, convinced he’d fall until a strong hand grabbed his wrist, yanking him up the stairs at a speed he could only describe as whiplash. 

Jungkook didn’t care about the room he went to, instantly slamming the door shut and pushing Namjoon against the inner frame, looking him up and down with dark predatory eyes and his lips curled into a bemused smirk. “Well don’t you look cute, hmm? So pliant, so angelic in your little white shirt… Look at your fluffy hair too! If I knew any better, I’d say you’re an innocent good boy, not a bad bone in you… Such a pretty thing stood for me.” His voice went south, travelling to the shell of Namjoon’s ear and he paused. 

Namjoon sucked in a breath. Jungkook sneered. “I love breaking pretty things.”

Namjoon’s emotions were whipped up in a frenzy like a hurricane. He gave in to Jungkook’s dominance, his body tingling with excitement as he allowed the man above him to straddle over his waist, his hands instantly crawling up to feel at the latter’s bare skin as he pulled away his shirt.  

Jungkook tsked, pulling Namjoon’s hands away in an instant. “Sorry cutie, hands off.”

Namjoon whimpered, causing both their eyes to widen at the sudden noise. “Fuck!” Jungkook hissed, staring down at Namjoon’s shyness at his body’s betrayal, “You’re just so cute your body’s craving me and yet you still think you can top me?” He taunted, chuckling when seeing a small head shake from the male below him. “That’s what I thought… Do you trust me, Joonie?” He cooed seeing his nod. “Perfect.” Jungkook gripped the white material of Namjoon’s shirt, pulling it above his head in seconds and his eyes flickered down his chest, smiling in amusement at the purpling hickeys he’d engraved onto his neck and collarbones downstairs shining against his tanned skin. “Baby you look so beautiful like this, laid out for me and ready to be marked up… Let me guess, you like a bit of pain, hmm?” He taunted, toying one of the latter’s nipples in his fingers  before twisting it and letting Namjoon’s moans fill the room. “What a sin you are,” Jungkook chuckled, his lips locking with the jock’s once more. His breathing was intense, his chest rising and falling with anticipation as sweat beaded on his forehead at the sexual frustration, Namjoon was struggling to cope with the teasing. “J-Jungk–”

“Hush, baby. Let me have my fun.” Jungkook scolded, lightly pulling on the other nipple before taking it into his mouth.

This has to be a dream, it has to be , Namjoon thought to himself, squirming at the saliva heating his chest. He was bewildered at the very idea of Jungkook, the boy who would sit on the bleachers doing his algebra homework whilst he was out on the field as the captain of his college’s football team, the same Jungkook that would repulse at any sort of skinship between brothers when he witnessed Hoseok and Jin bump chests and cascade into a typical ‘bro-hug’, the same Jungkook that would never so much as speak to him, is now trapping him under his body, teasing him into a whimpering mess. If it were a dream, Namjoon didn’t want to wake up. 

Jungkook yanked Namjoon out of his thoughts as he pulled away from the latter’s chest, making Namjoon instantly pant and cry out at the loss of touch. Jungkook cooed as he saw nothing but a baby under him, a frail little sub who needed nothing more than pleasure and affection. “It’s okay baby, we’ll get you filled up in no time,” He chastised, chuckling when hearing a small gasp from the bottom’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take perfect care of you, hmm?” Namjoon nodded meekly. Pulling his body up when he felt Jungkook get off him, making room to pull Namjoon free from his jeans as well as his own, showing off his toned thighs which were just as strong as his arms. Namjoon was astonished to see Jungkook was so well-built as he hid his body away in college under hoodies and flannel shirts. But at a time like now, he couldn’t help but not stare.

“You like what you see, baby?” Jungkook teased, reeling in the shy nods he received from Namjoon before he delicately cupped his face. “I know I’m surprising you a lot, but do you want me to continue?” Namjoon nodded again and Jungkook tutted. “I need words, baby. You need to tell me.” “I-I want to continue” Namjoon mumbled, his eyes tinted with adoration at Jungkook’s care for him, watching his eyelashes fan his face when he blinked and scanned the latter’s face for any uncertainty. Once convinced that Namjoon was happy to continue, Jungkook hummed and nodded, pulling a small bottle of lubricant from the back pocket of his jeans and flicking the tiny cap open. He looked up and down Namjoon’s body, which was one pair of boxers away from full nudity, much like his own. He groaned at the thought. “You’re so beautiful, how you could hide your perfection in your cocky attitude is really such a shame” Jungkook cooed, pulling Namjoon’s legs to straddle before him once more as he locked eyes with the whimpering jock again. “Can I remove these, baby?”

There it is again. Baby . Every time the pet name fell from Jungkook’s lips he felt somersaults in his stomach and his words failed him, causing him to tremble a small nod which was soon replaced by a whimper when feeling a light spank on his inner right thigh.

“I told you baby, I need words.” Jungkook repeated, his tone stern but his eyes laced with worry that he was going hard on the boy. 

“Y-Yes… Fuck, just do it already!” Namjoon hissed, the coil in his stomach mounting as his patience wore thin, “Put your hands all over me Jungkook I swear to god I will- Why are you laughing?” Namjoon hissed, growling at the latter. “Who would’ve thought you’d be begging me to touch you, hmm? And it seems like my little baby is losing his cool at that… Oh how it makes me want to tease you more.” Jungkook winked, laughing when Namjoon glared at him in annoyance. “Don’t worry baby, I won’t be that cruel on you tonight… Another night, however…” “There won’t be another night if you don’t start touching me, Jeon.” Namjoon snapped, but soon gasped feeling a strong force around his throat.

“At what point did I say you could talk back to me, hmm?” Jungkook sneered, his dominance kicking back into full-swing as he choked Namjoon but not to the point of winding him. He saw the shock on the elder’s face, the way his heart started to race underneath him, he knew Namjoon’s threatening demeanour  was all talk. It’s cute. 

“J-J–Jun…-” “Ah, ah, baby… Call me hyung. ”

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he stared at the latter in disbelief “wh-wh…” “Can you do that, baby? Can you call me hyung? I’ll give you what you want if you behave nicely.” “H-Hyung…” Namjoon spluttered, gasping for breath when Jungkook loosened his grip, but his voice hitched when he was flipped onto his stomach, his face flat in the soft black silk below them, replacing the comfort his boxers once held around his throbbing member as the undergarments were swiped away. “God, you don’t realise how long I’ve wanted to hear that from your throat, do you baby?” Jungkook grunted, the audible squirt of lube being poured onto his hand had Namjoon reeling in anticipation, feverish to feel his touch. “And look at you, all laid out for me just begging for this ass to eat my fingers. Do you think you can take them, baby? Think your little hole can handle me?” Namjoon nodded vigorously, panting as he felt his rim circled with the cool liquid. Jungkook cooed at the eagerness of the plush mounts rising towards his delicate presses, Namjoon’s panting the only sound filling the room as he whimpered “H-Hyung please…” “Please, what ?” Jungkook blew softly onto his ass, Namjoon squealed.  “Please! P-Put your fingers in me! Stretch me and get me ready for your cock! I want it! N-No, I need it!!” The once mighty jock sobbed, his hand grasping the sheets below him as an anchor for his body that was pulsating with heat at this point. It was too much. Too much teasing. He needed Jungkook. Needed him now . “Well…” Jungkook pondered, smirking as he felt the guttural whines of the sub below him, “I suppose since you begged so cutely, I should give you what you want hmm?”

“Yes! Yes, yes! Please-ah!” Namjoon cried, feeling the delicate intrusion slowly uncoil all of the tension inside of him. His eyes screwed shut at the foreign feeling, never experiencing what he gave to others. The burn soon became bliss as Jungkook pulled all but the tip of his index finger to the rim and then plunged it back in again. Whimpers filled the room once more, balancing out the bass that vibrated on the bedroom floor from the party below. Had Namjoon thought any clearer than the pure filth roaming through his head of how much more he wanted Jungkook inside of him, perhaps he would have recalled the fact that he disappeared from the party without telling his friends. Perhaps his friends could hear his pathetic whines as he begged to be stretched wide. Did Jungkook lock the door? He couldn’t recall. The thrill of potential that someone could walk in on them enlightened him, making his whines become loud moans, begging for more as he started to roll his hips to make Jungkook’s digit sink deeper inside of him. 

“F-Fuck…” Jungkook muttered, surprised by Namjoon’s eagerness to take more “Think you can have a second one so soon, baby?” he whispered, smiling at the begging of “Please, please! Do it now!” he received in return. That was enough to throw the dom over the edge as a brisk two fingers plunged into Namjoon’s ass, harmonising with the cries of pleasure as he timed each pump with the bass below. Namjoon was a delight, his toes curled in pleasure, his head buried deep in the sheets struggling to mask his moans and beautiful pleas for more, and the way his back arched every time Jungkook brushed past his prostate. He was a beautiful treat to devour. Soon pushing his index and middle finger as deep as he could, he heard Namjoon’s shaky cry as his head threw up and backwards at his body closing to overdrive. Flexing his fingers in a beckoning motion inside, he could feel the latter's nerves bundle as his legs trembled, drawing closer to a release. Turning it up one more notch, Jungkoook expanded his fingers into a scissoring push, forcing the muscle to spread inside which had the boy screaming and cumming beautiful streams of white onto the black sheets below them. “How cute.”

Namjoon was seeing stars, his mind clouded at such a fast release that he couldn’t feel any control over. He hardly processed what he had done until he felt the stickiness between him and the sheets, his throbbing member pulsing against his stomach and his jaw throbbing from how wide he’d been preening it open with his moans. Such an outer body experience enthralled him, and he only wanted more. 

“Look at you, getting the sheets all filthy from just a little bit of anal.” Jungkook tutted, but a large smile donned his face as he felt Namjoon’s hips rise higher to feel the touch even more. “If I didn’t know any better, one may think you’re enjoying being dominated, hmm Joonie?” Oh boy, did the teasing wind Namjoon even more into a disposition of need “L-Love it! Love being sub! W-Want more hyung, want more!” He babbled, pushing his body up onto all-fours as his arms trembled, trying to hold his body that felt so exhausted from such a powerfully foreplayed release. 

“Well if it’s what my baby wants, then more he shall get.”

The plastic cap flicked open once more, and soft moans fell from Jungkook’s lips as he massaged the sticky and chilled lube against his own member, smiling as he saw Namjoon stealing small glances from behind, and with a soft gasp he tilted his head to the latter “What is it baby?” “S-So big... W-won’t fit in Joonie…” Namjoon pouted. 

Jungkook chuckled and shook his head, delicately pressing a soft kiss to Namjoon’s lips as he stroked his hair with his free hand “Look at you so worried. I won’t push you more than you can’t handle, okay baby? If you want hyung to stop, just say amber or red, okay? Hyung will stop as soon as you want him to.” “O-Okay hyung… T-Trust you…” Namjoon mumbled, his eyes as wide as saucers as his alcohol clouded mind started to subdude, completely replaced by lust and belief in the man before him. How did he never realise Jungkook was this beautiful before? Slowly positioning himself at the pink puffy rim that Jungkook had so carefully slicked up, he pushed Namjoon back to flatten his back on his all-four stance. With a shaky breath, Namjoon closed his eyes as he awaited the large intrusion and as soon as he anticipated, it came. Feeling Jungkook’s head suffocate, his rim had his breath hitching in shock, before feeling even more filled in what seemed like a never-ending motion “H-Hyung!” He cried out, arching his back in seconds at the feeling of being so stuffed. Jungkook laughed in amusement at the way Namjoon’s body worshipped his member, swallowing up the length as much as he could, but before he could get comfortable he pulled out partially, much to Namjoon’s protest. “Baby…” Jungkook reprimanded “It’s coming back, I promise you. I need to make sure your beautiful ass can take my full length, hmm? That wasn’t even half of me” He chuckled. 

Namjoon gasped “I-It wasn’t?!” “No baby. Can you handle more? Tell me your colour?” “G-Green, hyung. W-Want all of you.” 

Jungkook cooed and nodded as he pushed his full length inside, making Namjoon scream in delight at the feeling of his ass almost being ripped apart at such a big cock inside of him. 

“Yes! Yes, yes, YES!” Namjoon cried, feeling Jungkook grip his hips and start to thrust his length in and out of him at a steady yet soft pace, feeling every part of his body tingle in anticipation and heat as the slapping of skin echoed the two males’ moans. He stopped so he could listen to Jungkook’s grunts and moans, making his cock twitch as he heard the deep dominant swear at how beautiful his ass was. He couldn’t fathom how much more he could handle. 

As Jungkook began to pick up the pace, both males felt themselves heating and longing for more, causing Jungkook to hoist Namjoon higher by his shoulder, pressing the latter’s back to his chest as he kissed all over his shoulders and his nape, nibbling softly at all of the skin in his sight. “So beautiful…” He grunted, his pace unwavering as he felt Namjoon’s chest wrack with sobs of pleasure “So good for hyung, aren’t you baby?” Namjoon nodded desperately, gasping at the sound of a sharp smack on his outer thigh, causing his body to lurch forward at the sensation of burning skin from tentative touches. “A-Again” He mewled, bucking his hips higher towards Jungkook’s member, his hand softly hooking behind him to curl into Jungkook’s wavy locks.  “D-Do it again.” Smack. Namjoon whimpered. 

Smack . He was trembling. 

“Aren’t you going to thank me for giving you what you want?” Jungkook edged, his right arm hooking around Namjoon’s waist to keep him grounded as he felt the pleasure of the latter tugging his hair. “Th-Thank you hyung…” Smack. “Anything for you, baby.” Jungkook cooed, kissing Namjoon’s Adams Apple as he felt it bob to try and swallow and remember to breathe whilst he was being ploughed into. Namjoon was a wreck under Jungkook’s touch. 

It was perfect.

Ploughing into the school jock and blowing his back out wasn’t exactly on Jungkook’s bucket list for college, but boy was it a delight to do. Hearing the once cocky asshole now crying under him for how much he wanted to be smacked and degraded felt like a fever dream, and the best part was that he was his. His to destroy. His to train. His to dominate and tease whilst he begged for it all. 

When he said he enjoyed wrecking pretty things, he meant it. And how beautiful Namjoon was, taking every inch of Jungkook so well, letting him bite and bruise all over his skin and asking for more, telling Jungkook how much he loved being the prettiest little cockslut for his hyung. “Tell me what you want, Joonie.” Jungkook grunted, the burning coil of heat repenting from letting go and spilling inside of the latter so soon, not until he was on the very edge. 

“W-Want to see hyung…” Namjoon whispered, his voice shaking as he felt himself longing for more of Jungkook’s touch. Jungkook’s heart was warm. Scanning his surroundings, he noticed a full length mirror in the corner of the room, making him snarl as his thoughts took over, picking Namjoon up by the back of his knees, letting him straddle his legs around the mirror as Jungkook held him up, pressing his chest to the glass and continued to slam himself high into the athlete. “How’s this baby?” Jungkook grunted, smirking at himself for his decision of location and his daily work-out sessions as he controlled Namjoon’s body up and  as he lifted Namjoon up and down his length at ease. And boy did Namjoon reel in it, staring at Jungkook’s dark and piercing gaze as they stared each other through the mirror’s reflection, his breath fogging the glass as the smallest cries of “ah” went from faint and shy delicate moans, to sobs of pure filth as he felt Jungkook pick up the pace, soon dropping Namjoon’s legs and slamming him against the glass for more accuracy, holding his hips with a steel grip as he pistoned his nearing member inside the boy’s prostate, not caring if their voices were growing as eventually Jungkook grunts and moans echoed that of Namjoon’s loud cries. 

“Yes, yes, fuck baby. Feel me rip you apart. Feel me burn your little virgin ass as you take it all. Tell Hyung how much you love it. Tell him how much you want his cum.” “N-Need it hyung” Namjoon rasped, tears pouring down his cheeks as he felt his body preparing for its second release. “N-Need hyung t-to… to…” “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.” “Need you to f-fill me… M-Make me a-a-addicted to your cum… O-Only yours… W-Want you to f-fill my v-virgin hole… P-Please hyung!” Namjoon cried, sobs racking his every being as he felt a switch turn in Jungkook as his thrusts fell out of motion, becoming uneven and faster than ever before. Namjoon felt his legs become numb, and had Jungkook not been there he may have dropped to the ground. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Jungkook hissed, keeping his eyes on Namjoon’s frame as the latter closed his eyes and allowed Jungkook to destroy his prostate as he chased his release “Joonie you’re so perfect for me. So beautiful, so soft.” He muttered, gripping his hard member within his free hand. 

“W-Want you to let go, okay? Let hyung help you cum all over yourself. Gonna make you my messy little bitch.”  He snarled, smirking as he felt something snap inside of Namjoon as they both released at the same time, streams of white filling his ass as he screamed and came on Jungkook’s hand, his own cum shooting into his hair and all over his chest as he moaned and cried at such an intense release.

Both boys felt their bodies sink as they softly crumbled to the ground, unmoving from their positions as Jungkook’s arms subconsciously wrapped around Namjoon’s curled frame, their lips panting heavily and stealing soft kisses every few minutes until they felt more human again. “Th…That was… W-Wow…” Namjoon whispered, looking up at Jungkook in wonder as he watched the beads of sweat slip down the side of his face. How could someone look so phenomenal post-fuck? 

“You did amazing, baby” Jungkook smiled, kissing his forehead lovingly and cupping his cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft skin and wiping his tears away. “You were so cute and so perfect for me. So so good.”

Namjoon’s heart hammered at the praise, making him giggle at Jungkook’s words and kiss his lips tenderly, their foreheads resting against one another as their breathing evened out at last. “You… You were phenomenal, Jungkook… Why didn’t you dom me sooner?” He questioned softly. Jungkook chuckled. 

“Baby, I love it when you pin me down and fuck me senseless, but when it comes to special nights like our anniversary I want to surprise you,” He teased, scooping his boyfriend up into his arms as he placed them both back on the bed and pressed Namjoon’s head to his chest. “Come on Kookie, let me take care of you now, hmm? You’ve done enough domming for one night.” Namjoon teased, smiling when seeing Jungkook soon retreat into his familiar subby-self, curling into Namjoon’s chest and softly kissing all over his body. “Hmm… Love you Joonie.” “I love you too Koo. This was the best idea you’ve ever had.” Namjoon chuckled, his hand raking through Jungkook’s hair as he watched the latter preen at his touch. “Although…” He quirked an eyebrow. “What’s with your hyung kink, huh? That was new.”  Jungkook blushed and swatted his chest, shaking his head “I just wanted to hear you call me Hyung… It was beautiful,” He looked up at his boyfriend once more “You are beautiful”.

“Stop it you cheeseball” Namjoon teased, rolling his eyes as he laughed at his boyfriend’s pout, silencing him with a delicate kiss to his lips “Happy Anniversary, baby.” “Happy Anniversary, Joonie… We should apologise to Hobi for wrecking another mirror…” Jungkook mumbled. “It’s fine, baby, we’ll buy him some new sheets too… You really made a mess of these ones” He teased, chuckling as he wrapped his boyfriend of five years under the silk, cascading them both in a cocoon of warmth, and drifted off to sleep with ease. “I think you’ll find that was you” Jungkook retorted, snorting as he saw Namjoon blush. “Not bad for a jock” He winked. “Shut it, nerd.” Namjoon spat. “Don’t you dare make me dick you down again.” “Oh? Want to dominate me again?” “PLEASE GOD NO!” a voice yelled through the wall. 

Namjoon and Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock. 

Jimin.

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The Sun and the Star by Rick Riordan & Mark Oshiro

Demigods Nico di Angelo and Will Solace must endure the terrors of Tartarus to rescue an old friend in this thrilling adventure co-written by New York Times #1 best-selling author Rick Riordan and award-winning author Mark Oshiro.

As the son of Hades, Nico di Angelo has been through so much, from the premature deaths of his mother and sister, to being outed against his will, to losing his friend Jason during the trials of Apollo. But there is a ray of sunshine in his life–literally: his boyfriend, Will Solace, the son of Apollo. Together the two demigods can overcome any obstacle or foe. At least, that’s been the case so far...

Now Nico is being plagued by a voice calling out to him from Tartarus, the lowest part of the Underworld. He thinks he knows who it is: a reformed Titan named Bob whom Percy and Annabeth had to leave behind when they escaped Hades’s realm. Nico’s dreams and Rachel Dare’s latest prophecy leave little doubt in Nico’s mind that Bob is in some kind of trouble. Nico has to go on this quest, whether Mr. D and Chiron like it or not. And of course Will insists on coming with. But can a being made of light survive in the darkest part of the world? and what does the prophecy mean that Nico will have to “leave something of equal value behind?”

Nico will have to face demons both internal and external as his relationship with Will is tested to the core in this standalone adventure featuring two of the most popular characters in the Percy Jackson saga.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/63028719-the-sun-and-the-star

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May 3, 2023

My Review: 5/5 Stars

I feel like I have been waiting a very long time for this book and it's finally here and I could not put it down until I finished. It was absolutely amazing!! Everything you could want in a Nico and Will story. Those two have become favorite characters of mine in this world and for them to have their own story was so awesome. They are such a great pair and of course the cutest of couples. And this quest they were on tested both of them in so many ways. So for months, Nico has been hearing a voice call to him from Tartarus. And he knows it is the Titan Bob and that he needs help. And it is finally the time to act. A prophecy is received and time has run out. He must go down to the most horrific place created. Again. (We also even get some memories of his first trip there!) But he won't be alone this time. No. His boyfriend, Will Solace, child of Apollo, isn't letting Nico out of his sight. And even though he is terrified of going to Tartarus, especially being a child of the sun god, he won't leave Nico alone. Where they go, they'll go together. Together, they'll get through anything. And boy, is that put to the test. Their journey is one of the most difficult ones of the series. There are highs and lows and they'll have to find a way to not only navigate Tartarus and free Bob, but they'll have to find a way home too. I adored this story and it is one you don't want to miss. We get some great origin stories of Will and Nico and how their relationship came to be. Something I really wanted to know! Those missing details are told and so much more came along with it. We get to know them a lot better as well and things they have faced. And we get to see them grow both together and as their own persons. Nico has faced so much throughout his life and he finally gets some closure on certain things. He truly has grown up throughout this series and that becomes so clear here. And we finally get a lot more insight to Will and who he is. This was just such a wonderful story, probably my favorite of this world. And I hope this won't be the last of their adventures! Though after this quest they faced, they definitely both deserve some down time.

#book #books #i love books #my review #book review #the sun and the star #rick riordan #mark oshiro

[trippinbongos]

As the son of Hades, Nico di Angelo has been through so much, from the premature deaths of his mother and sister, to being outed against his will, to losing his friend Jason during the trials of Apollo. But there is a ray of sunshine in his life–literally: his boyfriend, Will Solace, the son of Apollo. Together the two demigods can overcome any obstacle or foe. At least, that’s been the case so far . . .

Now Nico is being plagued by a voice calling out to him from Tartarus, the lowest part of the Underworld. He thinks he knows who it is: a reformed Titan named Bob whom Percy and Annabeth had to leave behind when they escaped Hades’s realm. Nico’s dreams and Rachel Dare’s latest prophecy leave little doubt in Nico’s mind that Bob is in some kind of trouble. Nico has to go on this quest, whether Mr. D and Chiron like it or not. And of course Will insists on coming with. But can a being made of light survive in the darkest part of the world? and what does the prophecy mean that Nico will have to “leave something of equal value behind?”

Nico will have to face demons both internal and external as his relationship with Will is tested to the core in this standalone adventure featuring two of the most popular characters in the Percy Jackson saga.

#AHHHHH #I CHOKED ON MY CEREAL THIS CANT BE REAL #BOB IS BACK BOB IS BACK BOB IS BACK #also ive read like. 15 fics with this plot 😭 but its okay #riordanverse #pjo #percy jackson #nico di angelo #will solace

[demonofthemoon]

AHHHHHH IM LOSING MY MIND, THE COVER, THE SUMMARY, THE INCOMING ANGST GOD THE SOLANGELO BOOK IS GOING TO HAVE EVERYTHING

JUST READ THIS SUMMARY

As the son of Hades, Nico di Angelo has been through so much, from the premature deaths of his mother and sister, to being outed against his will, to losing his friend Jason during the trials of Apollo. But there is a ray of sunshine in his life–literally: his boyfriend, Will Solace, the son of Apollo. Together the two demigods can overcome any obstacle or foe. At least, that’s been the case so far . . .

Now Nico is being plagued by a voice calling out to him from Tartarus, the lowest part of the Underworld. He thinks he knows who it is: a reformed Titan named Bob whom Percy and Annabeth had to leave behind when they escaped Hades’s realm. Nico’s dreams and Rachel Dare’s latest prophecy leave little doubt in Nico’s mind that Bob is in some kind of trouble. Nico has to go on this quest, whether Mr. D and Chiron like it or not. And of course Will insists on coming with. But can a being made of light survive in the darkest part of the world? and what does the prophecy mean that Nico will have to “leave something of equal value behind?”

Nico will have to face demons both internal and external as his relationship with Will is tested to the core in this standalone adventure featuring two of the most popular characters in the Percy Jackson saga

WHAT THE FUCK IM FROTHING AT THE FUCKING MOUTB MY GUYS GOD THERE ARE SOOOO MANY THEORIES TO BE HAD

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #thesunandthestarbook #trials of apollo #holy fuck #i am going to become an utter menace with this book

[hunnywrites]

Say It.

Summary: This is just smut. Zero plot. Like, absolutely none.

Warnings: Billy and Chery’s toxic ass relationship. Billy is an asshole. Cheryl has a pseudo cannibalism kink (it’s not as bad as it sounds). Unprotected sex. Orgasm denial. Quick mention of satanic, ritualistic sex with Eddie Munson. 

A/N: I made that post about these two last night and I had to write this. I’m so sorry. We all know I love reformed Billy but mean ass Billy is fun too let’s be real. There’s more of this too come, too. I needed some shorter things to post in between updating fics, so hopefully y’all like it! 

Cheryl could feel her annoyance flair with every passing moment that Billy looked out at the road in front of them instead of at her. He had one arm propped up in the open window, the cold night air blowing in on them while the other was tapping along to the beat of the song playing on the radio. Cheryl narrowed her eyes. Why wasn’t his hand on her? Why wasn’t he reaching over the console between them, his hand rubbing and grabbing mindlessly at the skin of her thigh like usual? 

Cheryl shifted in her seat, facing Billy as she fixed a cold look in his direction. He still didn’t budge. She tilted her head, a small smile on her lips now. “You know,” she said, Billy’s eyes flickered over to her for a split second before returning to the road. Almost like he’d forgotten she was there. Her jaw clenched. “Your friend. Eddie? He’s actually sort of cute.” 

Billy let out a short laugh. Out of Cheryl’s usual ploys to get a rise out of him, this was one of her weaker ones. “Yeah?” he asked flatly, not looking over at her. 

She hummed, nodding. “Is it true what everyone says about him?” she asked, leaning forward just a little. “That he’s into all that, like, Satanic shit?” 

“Why? You wanna see if he can get in touch with your daddy Satan and ask him why he abandoned you in shithole Hawkins?” he finally looked at Cheryl, a playful glint in his eyes. 

Cheryl scrunched her nose, resting her head against the seat as she smiled at Billy. “Funny. I was just wondering what the sex might be like, you know? Like, what kind of fucked up stuff do you think he’d do to me?” 

Billy shifted in his seat, his hand clenching around the steering wheel. He wasn’t really sure if he was annoyed at the image of Eddie and Cheryl that flashed in his mind, or that her stupid, obvious comments had gotten a rise out of him. 

Cheryl reached over, running her nail along the shell of his ear. While it was dark in the Camaro, she could picture the tips of ears growing red like they always did when Billy was annoyed. “You think he’d show me if I asked nicely?” she asked. “You think he’d tie me up? Leave me a limp, crying mess? And then, maybe he’d take a knife and,” her nail ran down the sensitive skin of his ear, down his neck and to the bare skin of his chest. She pressed her nail harshly into him, mimicking a knife plunging through his heart. “Sacrifice me so that shitty band of his can make the big time?”

Billy grabbed Cheryl’s hand harshly, her eyes focused on the half moon her nail had left in his skin. If he squoze her hand any harder he might’ve broken it. Cheryl bit down hard on her lip, not out of pain but to keep herself from smiling. She whimpered, her thighs clenching together for even a little bit of friction as she wriggled in her seat. Billy kept her hand tightly in his. “Pretty sure that only works on virgins,” he said cooly. “Who knows what kind of fucked up thing you’d come back as.” 

Billy felt a twinge of satisfaction at the cold look that flashed in Cheryl’s eyes. She quickly shook it off, letting herself smile finally as she leaned in close to him. “You’re right,” she hummed against the skin of his neck. “I’d probably turn into some sort of gnarly little demonic creature, right?” she teased. Billy’s lips turned upwards in a smirk. “Maybe I’d be a demon that likes to eat up pieces of shit boyfriends,” she slid her hand under the fabric of the black button up shirt he was wearing, exposing his shoulder. “You’d be in trouble, wouldn’t you, Billy?” she bit down harshly on his tanned skin. 

“Fuck.” Billy hissed, roughly releasing Cheryl’s hand before shooting a look at her that sent a tingle up her spine. Whether it was from fear or excitement, she wasn’t sure. She righted herself in her seat, unable to keep the pleased smile from her lips as Billy pulled the Camaro to a stop on the side of the road.  

He reached out for her. Cheryl didn’t wait to see if he was grabbing for her hair or her throat. She shoved a hand hard against his chest, keeping a small amount of distance between them. Billy looked down at the hand braced against him before he glared at her. “Say you’re sorry.” she said simply. 

“Excuse me?” he bit out.  “What the fuck do I have to apologize for?”

“You totally called me a whore.” she scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Billy rolled his eyes. “Jesus,” he huffed. “I did not, Cheryl.”

“It was implied,” she narrowed her eyes at him. “You know, I bet Eddie wouldn’t call me a whore. Implied or otherwise.” 

“If you don’t want me to call you a whore maybe you should stop acting like one.” his tone was casual now, but there was a harsh look in his eyes. If Cheryl wanted to play this game with him he could play along with her. 

Cheryl pursed her lips, her hand moving from his chest to grab roughly at his chin. Her nails dug into his jaw. “Say it.” she said through her teeth. 

Billy could admit to himself that he loved this little mean streak that Cheryl had. He would never admit it out loud, especially now, but the cold, wild look in her eyes had his fingers twitching to reach out and grab her. But he had a part to play now. He had to shove that urge down and lock it away. Billy growled low and deep in his throat 

He was on her in a flash. One hand had Cheryl’s wrist in that bruising grip, the other tangled tightly in her strawberry blonde hair. He held her still, leaning in close and his jaw clenched so tightly she thought it might snap. The smell of his warm, woody cologne and the spearmint gum on his breath made Cheryl’s mouth water. She swallowed thickly. 

“I don’t know who it is you think you’re talking to, but if you ever think you can try and humiliate me again, you’re gonna regret it,” he bit out. Billy wasn’t stupid. He knew this was what Cheryl wanted. The way her eyes were dilated and glossy as she stared dumbly up at him told him as much. He was being a good boyfriend and giving her what she wanted. “You understand me?” he asked, his grip on her hair growing just a little tighter. Cheryl only nodded. “I said,” he drawled. “Do you understand me?” 

“Yes.” Cheryl croaked out. 

Billy pulled her into his lap. Cheryl was smiling now, leaning in to press a kiss to the marks her nails had left across his jaw. His hands ran up her thighs, his left hand reaching back to grab her ass while the other dipped between her legs. He groaned at the feeling of her bare skin, his middle finger dipping into her wet center. He pushed the dress she was wearing up her thighs and over her hips so he could get a better look. 

He smirked, the look in his eyes teasing now instead of mean. “What was that you were saying about not being a whore?” his eyes flickered between Cheryl’s face as she watched his hand, her pouty bottom lip caught between her teeth, and his slick finger rubbing so slowly at her clit that Cheryl thought the word torture didn’t even cover the feeling. 

She let out a strangled sounding laugh, pathetically shoving at Billy’s shoulder. “Shut up.” she mumbled. He didn’t look up at her, his eyes still trained on his exploring finger. He didn’t snap out of his almost trance like state until Cheryl had his belt undone and was pulling at the zipper of his jeans. 

He grabbed her wrist once again, this time his grip more gentle. Cheryl frowned up at him. “Say you’re sorry.” he said lowly, taunting her. 

She glared at him. “What?” 

“You heard me. Say ‘I’m sorry, Billy. For forgetting my place.’” his smirk was gone, but that teasing look in his eyes was still there. 

Cheryl scoffed. “Fuck off, I’m not saying that-”

“No?” he asked, frowning at her in a fake display of confusion. He reached down between them, freeing himself from his jeans and running the tip of his length teasingly against her clit before lining himself up with her entrance. “I thought this is what you wanted?” 

Cheryl groaned in frustration, her hips rocking as she tried to get any sense of relief. She fell against Billy’s chest, burying her face in his neck. “‘M sorry, Billy.” she mumbled against his skin. 

“For?” he asked, urging her on. 

Cheryl was quiet for a moment. Billy smiled into her hair; it was like he could feel her internal struggle. She huffed finally. “I’m sorry for forgetting my place.” she said through her teeth. Billy was sure she had probably rolled her eyes when she said it, but he was willing to ignore it. 

He patted her hip, giving her permission to move. “That’s my girl.” he said against her ear, his breath tickling her skin and making her stomach do somersaults. 

Cheryl braced herself as she sunk down onto him. Billy moaned deep in his throat, watching through his lashes as her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered shut. They were both still for a moment, their breathing ragged and their muscles taught. 

She finally started to move, a strangled sound escaping her as she slowly rode him. Billy kissed her, licking into her mouth while his hands roamed her body. Cheryl wasn’t sure she would last much longer between the way her heels were digging into the bare skin of her ass and the muscles in her thighs cramping from exertion and the awkward way she was straddling Billy in such a tight space. But the way he was filling her so deeply made her push past the burning feeling.

Billy pulled away from her, his hands batting open the leather jacket she’d borrowed from him to get a better look at the way her breast rose and fell with her slow, heavy breathing. His hands came to rest on her ribs. “How pissed would you be if I ripped this open?” he asked, running two fingers from the base of her throat and down to the valley between her breasts.

Cheryl let out a shaky moan, her eyebrows pinching together. “I would totally never speak to you again.” he believed her. 

Billy let out a sound of disappointment, instead looking down to watch how Cheryl bobbed up and down on him, his length appearing and disappearing inside of her. He licked his lips, two of his fingers dipping between her legs and swirling around the small, swollen bundle of nerves. Cheryl let out a hiss, her fingers turning white as she grabbed roughly at the open window and Billy’s seat behind him. 

His eyes flickered to her thighs. He could see how tightly wound her muscles were. Her hips had lost their slow rhythm and were now twitching as she rocked against him. Billy didn’t say anything. He knew if he did Cheryl would just scoff and continue on so she could prove a point. 

So instead he pressed a hand to her ribs, giving her a soft but firm push back against the steering wheel. His hands rested on her hips, guiding her body up and down more gracefully than she was able to do on her own.   

Cheryl let out a relieved sigh, letting her body relax finally. Her back was pressed firmly against the car horn, the sound blaring loudly through the empty street and wavering slightly each time Billy moved her up and down. 

He was starting to grow impatient now, Cheryl could sense it. He was thrusting up into her, his hands still guiding her hips along in a faster pace than the one she had originally set. She wasn’t doing much of any work now. She just laid back against the wheel, letting Billy use her to get what he wanted from her. Cheryl clenched tightly around him, Billy’s jaw clenching tightly and his nails digging into the bare skin of her hips. The clap of their hips meeting roughly joined the sound of the car horn and the music thumping from the stereo. 

Billy was grunting with each thrust now, his teeth grinding down together. He could feel that tight, burning feeling growing deep in his stomach. “Y-you want me to pull out?” he asked. 

Cheryl shook her head. “God, no. It’ll totally get all on my dress.” she scrunched her nose up.

He let out a short laugh. Cheryl’s walls clenched and unclenched around him, so, so close herself, and finally sent him over the edge and spilling into her with a low groan. His grip on her hips softened, his pace slowing down and ignoring the frown on Cheryl’s face. 

Billy lifted Cheryl off of him, patting her thigh and silently telling her to move. Her frown deepened as she slid back into her seat. She fixed her dress, covering herself and fixing her boyfriend with a glare. 

He didn’t say anything as he righted his jeans and buckled his belt. He fired up the Camaro’s engine, taking off down the dark road as if nothing had happened. Finally he looked over at Cheryl with a smile. “Something wrong?” he asked. 

“You know what’s wrong you selfish piece of shi-”

Billy placed a hand on Cheryl’s thigh, nudging her legs apart and quickly silencing her. “Tell you what,” he said cooly. His thumb swiped slowly at the top of her thigh, his index finger drawing patterns on the inside of her thigh. “If you keep that smart little mouth of yours shut the rest of the ride home I’ll let you cum, huh?” Cheryl was scowling at him again. She opened her mouth to snap back at him, Billy raising his eyebrows. “What’d I just say?” 

Cheryl’s mouth shut, her jaw clenching as she looked out at the road ahead of them. Billy smiled, his hand still drawing patterns against her thigh. He was feeling a little nicer now. He’d drive her home, sneak up to her room with her and finish her off with his mouth. He’d pull himself away from her, act like those big, glossy blue eyes of hers didn’t make him want to slide into bed with her and make up for being so mean ten times over. If he played his cards right he’d be home before curfew and wouldn’t have to hear Neil bitch at him. 

He could see Cheryl biting the inside of her cheek from the corner of his eye. She was squirming under his hand, huffing every few moments and rolling her eyes in aggravation. Billy leaned forward, turning the radio up louder so she could whine, moan and complain to herself without technically breaking the rules before his hand returned to her thigh. 

She leaned against his side, wrapping her arms around his and pressing her cheek against him as she pouted off at nothing in particular. Billy resisted the urge to press a kiss to the top of her head. 

Cheryl Burns drove Billy absolutely insane. She pissed him off for her own entertainment, she was always getting them both into trouble and expecting him to get them out of it, and it was her sole goal in life to act like an entitled brat during her every waking moment. But still; he loved her. 

Not that he’d ever tell her that.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove fic

[writer-in-theory]

(Still the same anon, I love you for continuing this, and I really hope I'm not annoying, but I have something to add)

Just, when Steve once again feels like the whole world is against him, and Billy looks at him with these big eyes. The eyes asking - begging him - to just tell him. To fall into his arms, even though yes, this is way scarier than the physical trust-fall, but he needs to know what's happening. Which demon it is, which weapon to summon to fight against the dark creature, to be able to soothe his love.

And Steve sees this all, he fights himself on this. The two spirits fighting in him, battling themselves. And how does one win against themselves?

He feels frightened, Steve's eyes looking for an escape, or even better, a solution. Pacing in front of Billy, who still looks oh so sweet up to him, so vulnerable. Like the innocent prey standing at a shallow lake, drinking up the water and not anticipating the venomous snake that's about to snap up from the ground.

Steve halts, in front of his darling, the only person who absolutely hasn't done a single thing wrong. Who is not responsible for any of the emotions he feels. Still, he still is ready to attack the only good thing that has happened to him

Until he doesn't. Steve is standing still, with Billy looking up to him, sitting on the still unmade bed. He holds his breath, getting ready for the tirade that's about to happen

Steve's looks softens, knowing that what he wanted to do is like killing the messenger. He walks backwards, away from Billy, away from him to not hurt the innocent soul. Because Steve is like a boiling pot of water, another hit and everything will end in a disaster.

"I need to take- fresh air, out, I will be back- I'm sorry" he scrambles out of the room, not daring to look back, knowing what kind of thoughts just went through his mind

And Billy? He smiles, a small proud smile. Because this is not the toxic kind of boyfriend, who is big talk after a fight and still stays the same after promising to better himself. This, this is Steve Harrington, trying to be a reformed man

Later, after being able to blow off some steam and coming back to his Billy, apologizing over and over again, he makes sure to let Steve know with oh so much praise and soft touches, how proud he is. Because he learned how to walk away

i truly don't know how i missed this before, but i promise you're not annoying and i'm loving this headcanoning so so much. your writing is absolutely gorgeous and you're completely correct

and steve's not perfect, probably never will be, but it eventually gets easier to walk away. and even sometimes, the walking away turns to staying, to talking.

and i think, too, eventually steve will bring up those first few fights again. and billy would be scared because he'd thought they'd worked through what happened, but then steve is holding him and saying he doesn't want billy to just take it when he gets mean.

steve will never know everything about billy's childhood, he knows that. he knows billy may never be ready to talk about it, will never want to vocalize the hate but he's seen through the cracks a bit, has listened to what billy has told him. and honestly? it scared him. it scared him to know that when he crossed a line, when he conjured up the words he knew would hurt billy most and thrust them at him, billy just let him. he's scared because he doesn't want to be that, he wants billy to be able to trust him and feel comfortable enough to voice when something is wrong. he wonders if billy even knows that it was wrong, honestly.

and so he sets off to prove it to billy, maybe even to himself, that they'll be better. because if billy could begin to work on some of that anger, then dammit steve can too.

#ask jay #harringrove headcanon

[sigsag]

Poem Of SVTFOE Characters

In Star Vs The Forces Of Evil, not one character was a weevil. Many characters were needed, and now I shall tell about characters who could not keep us seated.

First of all, Star, from her, evil was not far. She had many a sick magic spell, and I think she did pretty well.

Second on the list, Marco Diaz, he's an awesome guy females see as. He's Star's BFF and boyfriend and was with Star until the end.

From bad guy to good guy it's Ludo, with a weird mood-o! But without him, perhaps Star and Marco would never have bonded, plus, he was wanded.

You never know what will happen with Janna, though nothing like a banana. She helped in ways people would never expect, and in terms of coolness, she is quite decked.

Now for the reformed demon prince, Tom, who's dad is cool, but don't mess with his mom. He's done good things, and apparently he sings.

The wild crazy Ponyhead, she always had a thing or two to be said. Ponyhead might from time to time be a phony, but she was always a flying princess pony!

Hush yourselves for Eclipsa, who's rightful place was fixed-a. Now she's a happy ruler, with husband Globgor and daughter Meteora, who's now cooler.

Guess I got to include Jackie, who's previous boyfriend was a fan of Mackie. She pretty chill, and lent her skateboard for no dollar-bill.

Then there's Glossaryck, who had a really weird trick. But I guess he's okay, and if he wanted a better thing written about him, "Globgor!" he should not have say(ed).

Time for the brave Woolett, Kelly, and when you see her fighting, you go "Whoa, nelly!" She may be separated from her friends, but I think she'll be okay, as do she tends.

Popping over to not really royal Moon and River Butterfly, and it turns out Moon's lineage was people who baked pie. And although she betrayed, lied, and generally wasn't a good mother, she's still good, while River always did the best he could.

Well, it looks like I've come to the end of this of this poem, and now you seem to have a craving for foam. And remember, even when we say, hear, see or even remember SVTFOE, we don't fret, because Star Vs The Forces Of Evil is over to be yet. (Read: is yet to be over <Just wanted it to rhyme>)

#svtfoe #cleaved #poetry #star vs the forces of evil

[bi4bihankking]

Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead Summary:

A lesbian with severe anxiety accidentally gets a job as a secretary for a church. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever read

The Sun and the Star Summary:

A Nico di Angelo solo book

Nico di Angelo is pretty familiar with the realms of death, being the son of Hades and all. So when a desperate voice starts plaguing his dreams, Nico is convinced it's coming from the Underworld and belongs to an old friend - a reformed Titan called Bob. Then an ominous prophecy leaves Nico in no doubt - Bob needs his help and Nico must rescue him. Of course Nico's boyfriend, Will Solace, the son of Apollo (the god of light) insists on joining the quest too. But can will even survive in the darkest part of the world? And what does the prophecy mean when it says that Nico will have to leave something of equal value behind? As Nico faces demons both internal and external, his relationship with Will is tested to its very core. Can love find its way, even through the depths of hell?

#everyone in this room will someday be dead #emily austin #the sun and the star #tsats #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #nico di angelo #rick riordan #mark oshiro #lgbt books #lgbt literature #queer books #queer literature #lgbtqia #poll

[marshmyers]

Demigods Nico di Angelo and Will Solace must endure the terrors of Tartarus to rescue an old friend in this thrilling adventure co-written by New York Times #1 best-selling author Rick Riordan and award-winning author Mark Oshiro.

Percy Jackson fans, rejoice! Nico and Will have a book of their own! As the son of Hades, Nico di Angelo has been through so much, from the premature deaths of his mother and sister to being outed against his will to losing his friend Jason during the trials of Apollo. But there is a ray of sunshine in his life--literally: his boyfriend, Will Solace, the son of Apollo. Together, the two demigods can overcome any obstacle or foe. At least, that's been the case so far... 

Now Nico is plagued by a voice calling out to him from Tartarus, the lowest part of the Underworld. He thinks he knows who it is: a reformed Titan named Bob whom Percy and Annabeth had to leave behind when they escaped Hades's realm. Nico's dreams and Rachel Dare's latest prophecy leave little doubt in Nico's mind that Bob is in some kind of trouble. Nico has to go on this quest, whether Mr. D and Chiron like it or not. And, of course, Will insists on coming with. But can a being made of light survive in the darkest part of the world? and what does the prophecy mean that Nico will have to "leave something of equal value behind?" 

Nico will have to face internal and external demons, as his relationship with Will is tested to the core in this standalone adventure featuring two of the most popular characters in the Percy Jackson saga.

PURCHASE

Complete your Nico di Angelo collection with these series by Rick Riordan in amazing boxed sets:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

The Heroes of Olympus

The Trials of Apollo

#yalit #teenbooks #yabookstagram #youngadultbooks #yabooks #laughing boy books #nico di angelo #rick riordan #the sun and the star #percy jackson #pjo series #ancient greek mythology #greek mythology #greek gods #ancient greek #will solace #nico pjo #pjo hoo toa tsats #tsats

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

I started following you long ago for the lotr works and your work about renaissance Venice that are all greats and already complimented you so sorry If I pop up totaly random again, but I'm amazed by your Marsilio Ficino posts, because I've been into 15th century Lureantian Florence for ages and although at some point I started to read everything else, now I'm returned to my old habits and is so so nice to see anyone interested on Ficino and his boyband the Neoplatonic Academy!

On an exclusive pairing term I'm interested in all thes possible relationships between anyone who lived in 15th century Florence, having been an arts management/culture economics major I'm more into painters/artists/sort off, in particular Sandro Botticelli and his relationship with the Medicis, with Poliziano, Leonardo, but I'm also a Lorenzo/Poliziano/Pico truther, etc. I have to say that with time my appreciation for the Medicis decresed and now I'm more interested in other rich families, patron dynasties and drama annexes including the Pazzi ofc, and with them anything else that went wrong with the 1478 conspiracy.

And Giovanni Cavalcanti/Marsilio Ficino, so many memories from uni years! (I'm Italian so this is our standard study program eheh). I just remember how MF was down so bad for his platonic bro :')

I wanted to write to you a better paragraphs but my brain at the moment is all "yay Pazzi ooooh murder wooo so much philosophy, now I'm going to read a 1919 essay on Jstor about a sodomy process occurred in 1501 of an obscure venetian totally random poet".

Have a nice week and good Ficinanti lectures! <3 (and with all your amazing, wondersful, show stopping lotr fic!) ;D

Ficino and his Boyband is a) a great band name in and of itself and b) accurate because he was forever haranguing them to play music with him since we all know beautiful music, alongside staring at hot men, is a prime way to help get closer to God and the Truth etc.

He even has Luigi Pulci for his Dastardly Band Rival

Lorenzo: can I like both of you?

Ficino: absolutely not. you have to choose. and it should be me.

Lorenzo: mmmmm no.

but yeah! I love when people pop up who are also into all things Ficinian! My brief past life in academia was all social history of early modern Europe - and while I did meddle with things like translation and state and social identity in colonial New Spain (what is now Mexico) and political/state identity in reformation England, my real love was always the Italian city states. Each and every one of them a fun and exciting hot mess. (And particularly queerness and the state in 15th and 16th c...there might be a thematic trend here)

I had an ex describe Florence from 1430-1510 as "a bunch of toddlers piled on a tricycle going downhill at top speed with no breaks" and I think that's accurate.

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in particular Sandro Botticelli and his relationship with the Medicis, with Poliziano, Leonardo

I just have this image of Botticelli in the background yelling commentary at people who are like "that's nice Sandro". For some reason that's how my brain imagines both him and Poliziano.

Foreground: Ficino & Lorenzo arguing about church taxes or something, or Ficino & Pico arguing about Platonic Concepts of Love or whatever

Background: Poliziano and Botticelli sharing a pack of cigarettes making scathing soto vocce commentary on what is happening.

In the wings: Giovanni trying to convince his boyfriend not to do anything too stupid, or at the very least Don't Write It Down & Have It Printed, while Luigi Pulci is like "this is Marsilio we're talking about here. He loves writing things down and having them printed then becoming very annoyed when the Church arrives to knock-knock-knock on his parish door."

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So I'm working on a Ficino book and I have this mental image in my head of him and Giovanni on a rooftop. It's like 2am. They're trying to get Ficino's father Who Is Now A Demon/Revenant For Reasons into a bag. They look over and see Leonardo da Vinci on the roof with them in a strange contraption.

They all stare at each other.

Giovanni: hey Leo.

Leonardo: hey Giovanni. Nice night for it Marsilio.

Marsilio: . . ...

Leonardo: is that...is that your father with glowing red eyes?

Marsilio: my father is dead, Leo. You know this.

Leonardo:

Leonardo: ok.

Leonardo:

Leonardo: have you told him that? he doesn't look dead.

Marsilio: go away, Leo.

Giovanni: are those.

Giovanni:

Giovanni: are those wings? like....are those wooden wings? are you....are you going to try and fly?

Leonardo: um. yes?

Giovanni:

Giovanni: ok.

Leonardo: this is a uh...this is a moment where we all pretend we didn't see each other isn't it? This is one of those moments, right?

Marsilio: yes. yes it is. Bye Leonardo.

On the street 9 year old Machiavelli escorting his drunk dad home from the tavern: NICE UNDEAD FATHER YOU HAVE THERE FICINO.

Marsilio: oh my god shut the fuck up

Anyway - please enjoy this scene that has been rotting in my head for a fortnight now.

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I'm also a Lorenzo/Poliziano/Pico truther

always and forever I am with you as a Lorenzo/Poliziano/Pico truther. You don't bury two men in the same grave* unless there are Reasons!

(*you do, in fact, sometimes do that. But I'm ignoring this)

I remember when I was doing grad work at uni Pico and Poliziano were The Hot Thing to gossip about in the staff room. Like I had profs, after a bottle or two of wine, being like "well, Piero poisoned them because of politics, sure, but also mostly because they were probably shacked up with his father at some point and he felt weird about it"

As always, there is the Formal Historian Opinion and the I've Had Two Bottles of Wine and/or My Writer's Hat Is On Opinion. Two, sometimes radically different, things.

Anyway - I'm here for Poliziano/Lorenzo/Pico. At the very least it was Ploziano/Lorenzo then later Poliziano/Pico and maybe there was one really messy Carnival week when it was Pico/Lorenzo. Also maybe Pico/Marsilio but they never, ever talked about it ever again. Marsilio would have felt so ashamed and guilty and Pico would be like "it's kind of like fucking an older brother/uncle and I don't want to think about it" and Giovanni is like "Excuse Me I am your Soul Husband, Marsilio" and Marsilio is like "you have four daughters with your mistress - we have Complications in our relationship ok?"

god everyone was a WRECK

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I just remember how MF was down so bad for his platonic bro :')

They were married! In their souls! I don't subscribe to it being a one-sided thing. I know some historians and writers have argued that it was one-sided with Ficino being desperate for Giovanni who didn't return the same level of feelings. But I don't really subscribe to that for various reasons.

Now, how their relationship manifested between them, in terms of physical and non-physical love, who knows.

Ficino entered the priesthood in his forties and I believe it was a natural progression for him in terms of his own philosophical journey. It was also a bit of a God Found Me moment. Like a real calling, versus "third son and I need an occupation" which was the case for obviously 95% of the clergy. We know Ficino took his role as priest very seriously and undertook all his duties with diligence and dedication. He kept accounts, did all the smaller administrative tasks that a lot of priests would shove off onto the shoulders of someone else. Nothing was too small or humble for Ficino's attention.

Given that aspect of who he was, and his seriousness with which he undertook his own philosophical teachings and practices, I presume he took all of his vows earnestly and seriously, not least the vow of celibacy. Or he would have tried very, very hard.

Obviously, celibacy in the Catholic Church has a long, complicated history and even in Ficino's lifetime there were still some mutterings about it. Though he was absolutely not one of the people going "hm, maybe priests should be able to have a wife or something."

Ficino's relationship with sex and physical desire was clearly complicated. Made worse, likely, by the fact that the object(s) of his desire were fellow men and we all know what that means in the year of our lord 1470-something.

That said, physical desire was very much intertwined with God, Beauty and Truth in his ladder of love/salvation. It's something he struggled to reconcile - the fact that he firmly believed perception and engagement with Beauty by the Mind, Soul and Spirit of a person is how we are to become closer to God and a person comes to find and know true Beauty through desire. It's one of the foundations over which he and Pico quarreled as it relates to the Platonic understanding of the ladder of love.

Pico felt Ficino's insistence that physical desire be part of salvation was too risky and would lead to sodomy/sinful things while Ficino couldn't perceive a world in which Beauty was understood or discovered through means that were entirely non-corporeal.

It's all a little pear shaped.

The mind tries to reach God through beauty, which is determined by desire.

For a man who was so very cerebral and spiritual - who bled into the mystic and ecstatic traditions of Catholic spirituality - he was at the same time incredibly earthy and corporeal. I suspect his being quite aware of his own body and its urges is what drove a lot of this push/pull that we see in his writing.

There are plenty of letters where he writes Giovanni in a manner that suggests they have certainly partaken of physical displays of love with one another. There's that one where he writes about how he and Giovanni don't need tongues and hands to show love to one another implying, of course, that they have done such things.

He wrote to Bernardo Bembo that Bernardo must have the eyes of a lynx for he perceived that Giovanni and Marsilio were soul-married (or whatever) long before they themselves were aware of it. Which makes me laugh because of what a perfect fucking fanfic set-up that is. Like what? Next you're telling me, Marsilio, that you and Giovanni were travelling once and Oh No There Was Only Bed**.

Bernardo: GET A ROOM.

Marsilio: ?????

Giovanni: ?????

Bernardo: I swear to God and the good mother Mary you two are gagging for each other and need to just fuck about it or something.

Poliziano, in the background: I've been saying that for yeeeaaaars.

(**never mind that everyone shared beds back then so it would have been very normal and they just would have been like "why would there be more than one bed?? you can fit so many people in one bed and we all have minimal furniture. It's 1473.")

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now I'm going to read a 1919 essay on Jstor about a sodomy process occurred in 1501 of an obscure venetian totally random poet

oh my god, Venetian sodomy stories break my heart because Venice went so hard on punishment in a way Florence just...didn't.

This is what happens when you put a city on a lagoon! It makes everyone paranoid that if they offend God he will sink them under the waves.

Granted, it was quite something in the 17th century when the Ten ordered a review of the Venetian merchant fleet, have heard that there was Much Sodomy & Other Vile Things Occurring and found that yeah, everyone has been fucking each other on boats for centuries now.

And the Ten were like: :O whaaaat and God didn't strike us down??????

Pokemon meme: The Ten Hurt Themselves in Their Confusion.

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I remember reading one account of a man (I want to say he was a cittadini merchant) who began an affair with his rower. It was a long term thing, the rower even married a (probably illegitimate) niece or something of the merchant. They were very much clearly Lifers.

Anyway - got found out and the two were rounded up and the cittadini guy told his rower, 'Look, just say I forced you. Say it was unwilling on your part and I was making you do it' etc. because he figured as a member of the cittadini class he had a better chance of getting off the hook than his lover who was as a no one.

His lover was reluctant to do that but agreed to the rouse - however, the Ten were on a serious crackdown that year and hauled him in for torture anyway. Despite his being a "victim" and therefore, traditionally, not seen as being as much to "blame" for the sinful acts etc.

During the torture, the rower ended up confirming that no, it was not forced. Yes, he was very much into it. The big kicker was that one of them ended up admitting that they switched "roles" so both topped and both bottomed, which was obviously a big deal in terms of perception of masculinity and culpability in these cases.

Sadly, they both ended up on the pyre and were burned to death between the pillars of the Lion of San Marco and Poseidon in the palazzo di San Marco.

(nb: the details are sketched out loosely here, it's been a while since I read that case so I could be misremembering exactly how things played out)

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Every time I see pics of tourists between those pillars I'm like, "Do you know how many men were burned to death for sodomy right where you're standing? And how many members of government were hanged for treason (or "treason") and their bodies left so their colleagues got to walk by them on their way into work? I bet there's a ghost in your picture."

It's a bit of a mood killer for tourists, apparently.

annnnyway. Venice and sodomy laws! Heartbreaking!

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Despite that, the city did have a thriving sodomy scene which is hilarious. Though, as the famous saying went, It takes only seven days for the sun to set on a Venetian law and they must recreate it.

Love that bit in Sanudo's diary where he's like: The Ten, in their wisdom, issued another promulgation reminding everyone that sodomy is illegal and it was read aloud in the Rialto and everyone in the market laughed.

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ok, my turn to apologize for making this WAY too long. I just - I have the worms they are in my brain and they are going !!!!!!!! about all things relating to Ficino and also 15th and 16th century Venice.

<3 <3 <3 <3

#always feel free to come into the inbox or whatever! I love when people pop up and engage with my more obscure history things #for a given value of 'obscure' #marsilio ficino #marsilio blogging #early modern italy #renaissance florence #early modern venice #giovanni cavalcanti #ask #reply #history #15th century #16th century #I also have Ficino and Lorenzo thoughts #but they are for another time

[thelightofthebane]

through the good and bad and all in between

Summary: Magnus was born a warlock. Magnus became a mundane for love and by self-sacrificing tendencies. Magnus turned into a vampire after an act of spite and revenge.

A story about survival, new identities, love through adversities, and accepting changes.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s03e17 Heavenly Fire, Vampire Magnus Bane, Turned without consent, Major Character Undeath, Immortal to Mortal to Immortal, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Boyfriend Alec Lightwood, Soft Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Cat & Alec friendship, Domestic Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Rating: E

Chapters: 10

Words: Around 23k~

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2023: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

You can read it on AO3 or the last chapter below ~

Chapter 10 - I need you here 'til the very end

Seven years later

By some miracle, things settled for a long time.

No more catastrophes. No more Greater Demons or madmen. No more jealous ex-girlfriends. No more near-death experiences.

Jia and Lydia had become a refreshing powerhouse for the Clave. A rewriting of the Accords was even in the plans, and this time there would be more Downworlder representatives than before.

Alec had been helping Lydia with a project that would spread the idea of Downworld Cabinets for all Institutes, as well as some really needed reeducation regarding Downworld culture. Surprisingly, Alec chose Clary to be aboard in the project, and her suggestions of Mundane culture have been really interesting and useful for once.

The New York Shadow World was thriving too. Alec not only reformed the Institute and made sure no one under his leadership would mistreat a Downworld ever again, but he also put into action new ideas - like a mixed school for Shadowhunters and Downworlders’ children to learn together.

Magnus was…

Magnus was much better. His nightmares were still present, but few and far between. He seemed more settled in his new role, and despite missing his magic a lot, he could now think about it with fondness instead of grief.

They had married two years after Alec’s proposal. Jace and Clary married a year later. Simon and Izzy, four years later.

Jace and Clary became parents around the time Alec and Magnus celebrated their 5th anniversary. It also lit up a tiny flame inside Alec’s chest that wished the same with Magnus. Maybe it was time to have the adoption talk.

Well, if another disaster wasn’t about to happen, but judging by Izzy’s serious face, Alec didn’t want to push his luck.

“Please, don’t tell me you found out about another secret experiment by the Clave.”

Isabelle cracked a tiny smile, shaking her head.

“It’s something personal, actually.” She closed the door and went to sit on the chair in front of him.

“Are you okay? Did you and Simon fight?”

“No, although it has to do with him.”

Alec frowned in confusion. She smiled a bit more genuinely this time.

“I bet no one could’ve ever imagined that us both would end up in a committed relationship with vampires.”

Alec snorts. 

“Understatement.” He went back to write on a report mission, letting his sister to take her time to tell him whatever has been bothering her. However, when after ten minutes nothing more was said, he decided to push her a little bit. “What’s your point, Iz?”

“Have you ever thought about staying?”

The pen halted on the paper, and Alec needed a moment to comprehend what Izzy was saying. When it finally hit him, he put the pen down and looked at her.

“Yes,” he croaked, his eyes automatically straying for a drawer containing books and years of research. “Since Magnus was turned.”

“Did you find something?”

“Besides becoming a vampire? No.” Alec huffed, frustrated with the lack of alternatives.

“And that would be too bad?” Izzy mumbled, but her brother heard anyway and looked a bit spooked.

“W-What?”

“Look, it was one thing before when Magnus was still an immortal warlock. But he’s a vampire now. Would it be that bad to be the same as him?”

Alec’s frown only deepened.

She… had a point.

He was so worried looking for answers, he had forgotten that Magnus changed. He was still immortal, but a different kind. And if Alec did become a vampire, the only thing he would be sacrificing is food. He was sure that if he asked Jace, his brother wouldn’t mind giving him his blood, too.

“Oh…”

“Yeah, oh.” Izzy smirked, but it was slightly shaken.

“Is this what you want?”

The woman released an equally shaken breath and looked directly at her brother’s eyes.

“I do. Simon is… Simon is right. You know I’ve never cared much about love, but something in him makes me dream about things I didn’t dare before. He makes me happy in a way that hurts, you know? A good hurt, the kind that fills me up and makes me stronger and braver.”

Alec smiled, his eyes now finding the photo frame on his desk. Magnus and he were holding each other under a Sakura tree in full bloom, petals falling over them in a pink rain. They were both laughing, blissfully happy.

Yeah. He knew perfectly what Izzy was talking about.

“Besides, it’s not only about him. I… There is so many things I want to do now, and I think a single lifetime will not be enough. The project draft I showed you last week regarding more secure and efficient weapons, as well as high-tech shields… It’ll take years to heave at least one prototype done. I want to see this to its end, big brother.”

Alec hummed. Getting up, he got around the desk and crouched next to her. “Let me ask you again. Is this what you really want?”

Isabelle straighted up her shoulders and nodded with a fierce glare, full of determination and stubbornness that was practically a Lightwood trait at this point.

“Yes.”

“We have a lot to plan, then. But first, we need to talk to our parabatais, then our family. Simon and Magnus should come last, because they’ll be the most difficult.”

“I know… But you’ll be with me, right?”

“Always, Iz.” Alec grinned then. “Forever.” 

~*~

As Alec expected, talking to Magnus didn’t start well.

“Absolutely not! If… If I were still a warlock or you could stay as a Shadowhunter… But a vampire? No. Never.”

“Why not? You’re one!”

“You’ll have to die, Alec!”

“You died!” Alec yelled and suddenly a heavy silence wrapped the room, only their gasps filling the air.

Then, Alec sobbed, frustration and guilt still weighting his heart.

“You died… And I couldn’t do anything.”

But Magnus was equally stubborn.

“I can’t stomach the idea of you dying. Even if your intention is to come back.” He shook his head, shuddering. “Alexander, we don’t know if it works for Nephilim. Mundane blood is one thing. Even if you derune yourself so the runes won’t interfere, we don’t know what your angel blood might do. What if doesn’t work?”

“It does. Izzy and I researched. There are some cases of Shadowhunters who were attacked in patrols and turned, and some that turned willingly.”

They spent a couple of minutes just staring at each other, neither of them willing to back down.

Until Magnus deflated at last.

“You’re really serious about that, aren’t you?”

Alec nodded with certainty. Soon enough, though, his forehead creased in concern, a huge lump in his throat.

“Unless… Unless you don’t want me forever. Unless only a mortal lifetime would be enough–”

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare imply that I wouldn’t want you for all eternity. I’m not ready to lose you now, and I’m sure I’ll never be. But I don’t want you to regret this, Alexander. Immortality is a curse. I… I don’t want you to resent me over time for this burden.”

“I won’t.”

“You can’t be sure.”

“But I am, Magnus.”

“How so?”

“Because there isn’t a lifetime or universe where I would regret choosing you, Magnus Bane. You’re it for me. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

Magnus’ eyes fluttered, his eyelashes already damp although no tears had fallen yet.

“What about your family? Your parabatai?”

“I’ve already talked to them. Jace gave me his blessing, Max was totally chill about it, and my parents struggled a bit but agreed in the end without any fuss. And Izzy… Izzy will stay. With us. For as long as I live, I’ll have the love of my life and my baby sister with me.” Alec smiled.

“And Simon?” Magnus tried to joke, but his voice cracked with all the emotions currently overwhelming him.

“If it’s the price for Izzy’s happiness, I can tolerate him.” Alec shrugged. “He is your family, too.”

“I can deal alright with Sherman.”

Alec grinned, approaching Magnus and pressing their foreheads together.

“I promise I want this, Magnus. Trust me.”

“I do… It’s just… I’m afraid. You know how become a vampire is like a gamble. You either turn or your soul is trapped forever at the in-between.”

“I know. So, will you be my sire?”

“Oh god, I forgot about that. Yes, of course, but…” Magnus bit his lower lip. “Should I look for a way to…” He choked. “...to kill you quickly and painlessly?”

At that, Alec stepped back and looked horrified at him.

“Are you crazy? I won’t let you kill me! You already have enough nightmares for many lifetimes, Magnus. I won’t give you one more.”

“You should not die alone, Alec! It’s awful, believe me. I can’t let you take your own life either. I won’t!”

“Magnus!”

“Alexander!”

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The immortality talk was never an easy one.

Even if they were sure about the ‘why’, they argued for weeks about the ‘how’.

It was Catarina who offered them a solution.

~*~

“Oh wow, we are going to be four!” Simon blabbed, all excited like a kid at a candy store. “We can already form our own club, The Daylighters.”

Magnus cocked an eyebrow and Alec narrowed his eyes. It was the same bullshit from his wedding-that-wasn’t with Lydia.

“You’re so lucky that Izzy loves you.”

“Of course I am. Actually, talking about her, what if we went on double dates after you two turn? I heard about this blood bar near Times Square that sells these cocktails with different blood types, and they have this tiny umbrellas made of-”

“Oh my God! I’m going to look for Jace and spar with him.” Alec groaned and left before Simon finished.

“He still hates me, doesn’t he?” Simon chuckled, this time without much humor.

Magnus’ eyes softened.

“Relax. You know how Alexander is. He might not say out loud, but he already considers you family.”

“Really?” Simon’s whole face lit up. “Then, we’re not going to be just a club. We’re going to be a family of Daylighters!”

And wasn’t that a whole concept?

Sometimes Magnus couldn’t believe that despite all the suffering, all the pain, all the choices taken from him… He could still have this.

A big family.

At first, it was only him, Ragnor, Cat and Raphael.

Then, they lost Ragnor. And Raphael was now a mortal, so their time together was limited.

But for the centuries to come, more people became part of their small, special bunch of immortal troublemakers.

Madzie, Simon.

Very soon, his husband and sister-in-law.

Maybe in the future… Their own kids.

Jace and Clary were okay with their mortality and opted to die as Shadowhunters. Furthermore, considering their extra angel blood, neither of them wanted to gamble with a high probability of failure. What if their super angelic blood burned the demonic virus and they remained dead? No, it was too dangerous to even try. But the Herondale-Fairchild clan would forever be assisted and protected by them, never letting Jace and Clary’s legacy to be forgotten.

They would all be okay.

“Yes, Simon. We’re really going to be.”

~*~

It took a couple more of years before they went forward with it.

Alec still had some last arrangements to do before retiring from the Institute and starting his new life as a vampire. Isabelle had already gone through the process, and it was her former parabatai's blood that turned her into a Daylighter.

Now, in his late 30s, it was Alec’s turn to take this unchangeable step.

They went back to Ragnor’s home, where everything has started. They dug a hole right next to Magnus’ grave, and stocked the place with bags of blood. Cat was there too, but this time she would wait inside the house until it was time to bury Alec’s body. They all agreed that, no matter the end result, it was better to not leave Magnus alone. What they were about to do wouldn’t be easy for either of them, but Magnus refused to let Alec be by himself.

“Do you think Ragnor would mind having me here too? I know you three agreed to be buried together, but maybe a Shadowhunter would be too much for him.”

Magnus smiled softly. “It was Ragnor that actually convinced me to fight one more time for us on that day of your wedding with Lydia. I’m pretty sure Ragnor would allow you here knowing you are the one whom my heart belongs to.”

Alec flushed, a boyish smile adorning his face. Oh… It was going to be the last time Magnus saw that pretty pink color on Alexander’s cheeks.

Well, it was okay, he thought.

Alec was still full of things Magnus absolutely loved. 

Under a big oak tree at Ragnor’s garden, they shared some more words and kisses, showering each other in promises and love.

They kissed for a long time, until Magnus slowly started a trail of open-mouthed kisses down to Alec’s neck. He licked and nibbled the sensitive skin around the deflect rune. Then, without holding himself any longer, he bit hard, breaking skin and making his husband bleed. Latching at it, Magnus drank the Nephilim blood, losing himself for a moment.

Alec tensed, feeling pain and fire and death under his skin, but soon his thoughts halted and his mind went numb.

Magnus was delighted, feeling how that was better than any blood he has tried. So delicious and addictive and his, only his.

“M-Magnus…” Alec whimpered, enough to break through the fog on Magnus’ mind. Alec’s blood dripped from his lips, the marvelous taste still exploding on his tongue. “I- Your… I need your blood…” Alec was paler, but he held himself with the determination of a man in a mission.

Magnus nodded, and using his fang, cut his own wrist and put it near Alec’s lips. A bit sluggishly, he also drank Magnus’ blood, grimacing at the metallic taste.

“There, you are doing great, my darling,” Magnus cooed, nuzzling Alec’s cheek until he reached the other side of his neck and bit there too, drinking more.

A moan and weak tap on his arm forced Magnus to stop again and look at his love. Alec’s eyes were glazed, half-hooded and dull. If Magnus still had a beating heart, it would’ve certainly stopped for a moment.

“Now… please…” He could see that Alec was barely holding up now. Quickly, he fished out from his pocket the potion Catarina made especially for that occasion. It would accelerate Alec’s death while he slept. Quick and painless.

Magnus helped Alec drank the murky green liquid, and soon enough the Shadowhunter’s eyes were dropping.

“L’ve… you…” He forced a breath. “See’ya… soon…”

“I love you too. I will be here, I promise.” Magnus took Alec in his arms, holding his husband with all the care and desperation in the world.

Alec’s heart started to slow down, the beats stuttering.

Please…

Slowly, slowly stopping.

Come back.

His breath turned into tiny huffs of air until it was gone.

You have to come back to me, Alexander.

A last beat.

Please.

Silence.

Please.

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. 

Later, while waiting beside Alec’s grave, when a hand with a beloved and familiar wedding ring emerged from the dirt, Magnus knew everything was going to be all right.

They were going to be all right.

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