#artemis definitely does his eyeliner

[scribblesandink]

I feel like the colors at sunrise and sunset are just Apollo's drag-sona

[naerysthelonesome]

Time spent together

Part 6:

The narrator returns

Apollo and Lit are very, very close to Artemis’ place now. Apollo looks splotchy and nervous. I don’t like it. Clashes too much with his outfit. Lit, on the other hand looks cool and calm. That’s weird. Probably a façade.

Apollo finally makes a turn, and pulls into a driveway in this really nice neighborhood. I’d consider living here, if I could… live, you know? He parks the car and just sits there, like an idiot. I’m sure Lit notices because he punches Apollo lightly in the arm, and steps out. Apollo follows soon after, and Lit moves to the backseat to get his bag, but the former flaps at his arms in impatience. Boi does he not look the epitome of grace today.

Lit shoots him a look, and shoulders his bag anyway.

They both make their way to the front door of the pretty, baby blue house. It looks quaint, and cozy, and not really someplace I’d imagine Apollo’s cool sister Artemis living, but maybe she’s into the whole cottagecore thing. I wouldn’t know. I’m supposed to keep focused on Apollo and Lit.

Speaking of, Apollo is trying to look collected and nonchalant as he knocks on the door, but it’s (incredibly) clear that he isn’t. Lit inches just a little bit closer, trying to offer his support, but of course Apollo doesn’t notice. At least not at first. Then Lit’s hand brushes against his own, and, I kid you not, his eyes spark. His breath hitches in his chest, and he goes completely still. Simp.

The door bangs open to reveal a silver woman. No seriously, she’s silvery all over. Her hair and eyebrows have been dyed a most mesmerizing silvery-white, her skin glows in places (silver highlighter methinks), and all the delicate silver jewelry over the lacy, dark green tank top and gray shorts makes her look ethereal and fairylike. DAMN she is really taking the Artemis thing seriously.

“Big brother!”

“We’re twins, and you’re unoriginal”, Apollo says resignedly. Like he’s had this exact conversation before. He probably has. Artemis simply smiles.

“Aw don’t be like that!”

She turns toward Lit, who’s been standing there awkwardly, and offers him her hand. Palm facing down, snowy white fingers curled, like she expects him to kiss it.

Lit looks like he’s visibly restraining himself from turning to Apollo in bewilderment.

“Aren’t you going to take my hand?” Artemis asks, with a fake pout.

Lit reaches out and takes it, completely unsure of what to do next. He just holds it like it’s an unwanted bug someone’s placed in his hand.

“Must all your dates be so rude, Apollo?” Artemis questions, with a huff.

“Must you always act like a twat that doesn’t know what century it is, Artemis?” he replies, turning to Lit. “She’s just playing with you”.

Artemis laughs, and walks away. It’s a normal laugh, no tinkling wind chimes, or tumbling rivers. I don’t even know if that’s humanly possible. Stephanie must have been on something.

“Something tells me it’s best if I play along”, Lit says, following Apollo through the door.

“Definitely. Oh, and leave your shoes here.”

Two of the girls Artemis lives with are insanely pretty. (But then, all humans look insanely pretty to me… oh to have a physical form). And they look like polar opposites. The bigger one is wearing a flowy summer dress that perfectly complements her wheatish skin, her pink and brown hair in a neatly curled high pony, winged eyeliner on point. The other one has her orange-red hair hanging about her face, some of it still fixed in the messiest messy bun I’ve ever seen. She stays seated on the sofa, in her dull grey sweats, and simply turns to wave at the boys when they walk in, eyes still on the tv.

“Hi! I’m Arson”, says they pink-haired one, “And that’s Claire. She’s normally the active one, but it’s shark week so she’ll just lie there like that all day, useless”. She (they?) swiftly catches they pillow that’s been chucked at them, and grins. “Oh and Thalia’ll be out in a sec”.

“Your name’s Arson?” Lit asks, politely trying not to sound shocked or confused.

“Heh yeah. Of all the non-binary names someone like me could have picked, right?” They say, with a short laugh. “It was a close call between this, and Twig.”

“Her pronouns are she and they, btw”, Apollo says walking up from where he’d been talking to his sister, to envelop Arson in a hug, “Hey Ari!”

“Ah jeez. The hugging still isn’t over?” A raven haired girl says, walking into the now slightly crowded living room. “Well I’m Thalia. Do no touch me”. That last part was spit at Apollo. Her tone is menacing, but her little smirk shows otherwise.

“Hey Thalia”, Apollo says, reaching over to pat the red-head, Claire, on the shoulder, and ruffle her already ruffled hair. Please somebody comb it already!

“This is Lit, Apollo’s newest fling”, Artemis says, gesturing to the boy who looks like he can’t decide whether he wants to live here, or run away. He gives the room a shy smile. (Aww)

“Great! Now that we all know each other,” Get out of Pridelands? Sorry sorry. Just couldn’t miss out the opportunity to quote Lion King: Simba’s Pride. Artemis simply continues on with something about lunch and rotisserie chicken.

It’s been quite an uneventful couple hours, but oh, how could that possibly last? In a room full of people, half with names with mythological roots, and the one named after a crime? There’s bound to be some drama. No, calm down, there isn’t going to be a fire. Unless it’s Lit’s heart flaming for Apollo, or vice versa. ANYWAY I’m going way off script.

“So Lit, how’d you guys meet?” Claire asks around a mouthful of veggies, feet nestled comfortably on Arson’s lap. I’m starting to think they might be more than friends, but what do I know?

“Oh we had to do a project together. Obviously, we’d seen each other around before then, but yeah… that’s the first time we really interacted”, Lit answered, awkwardly trailing off at end, as if he thought he’d said to much. Seriously Lit? That was barely anything.

“And how long ago was that?” Arson asked.

“Uh-”

“About a month ago”, Apollo supplied, lacing his fingers through Lit’s, their hands clearly visible from the sofa they were seated on.

Lit’s adam’s apple bobbed, and he shifted slightly in his seat, but managed to keep calm, even lifting their conjoined hands into his lap.

“Huh. How long have you guys been together, then?” Thalia asked, staring to look interested.

“A couple weeks.” Apollo’s voice was calm, at startling odds with the red of his face.

“Oh?” Artemis said finally, her eyes moving from their linked hands, to Apollo’s face. “You move awfully fast brother.”

“Well, we both wanted it”, Lit tried to cut in. The sudden tension between the twins is so thick, even oblivious Lit notices.

Artemis ignores him and continues, “Don’t you remember what happened last time you moved this quickly?”

“Artemis, please”, Apollo says, starting to sound irritated, “You wanted me to stop fucking around, and I did. You seem to have a problem with everything I do.”

“Oh is that why you’re dating him? Because of me?” Oh shit… we’re getting awfully close to the truth now, huh?

“No. No, of course not”, Apollo lies quietly. Lit manages to discreetly untangle their fingers and pull away, looking a little hurt. “I like Lit”. So not all lies then? If only Lit knew that, then he’d stop looking like a kicked puppy.

“Just make sure he isn’t another Daphne”, Artemis says, a challenging look in her eyes.

“That was a mistake and you know it! When are you going to stop bringing it up?” Apollo spits angrily, before he gets up and walks out the front door.

Lit sits there in shock for a second, before deciding that an angry Apollo was easier to deal with that a room full of upset and curious people, and follows behind him. Damnit! I wanted to stay behind and listen to the gossip. Would you mind terribly if I did that?

Yea, I suppose you would.

Lit is leaning against the wall of the house, hands in his pockets, while Apollo leans over the porch railing, and stares at his car.

“So who’s Daphne?”

Apollo sighs in defeat, before saying, “My ex. One of my only two exes”. Then he turns around before almost hastily adding, “Exes being people I’ve actually dated, that is. Not just people I’ve slept with”.

“Of course. Of course you still care about your reputation as a fuckboy”, Lit says, sounding disappointed more than anything else. Look, I’m a sucker for drama, but what the hell is this?! I don’t like this.

“What? No”. Apollo sounds... scared? “No I’m just trying to be as clear as possible.”

Lit doesn’t say anything.

“Besides, why are you even mad? It’s not like we’re actually dating”.

“No.” Lit whispers, “We’re not”.

“Hey”, Apollo pleads, “I can’t handle you being mad at me too, Lit. I’m sorry you got dragged into this shit”.

Lit waves the apology away. “Why is Artemis so mad about Daphne?” If I were even a little less intuitive, I would’ve missed the hopeful tone of that question.

“Oh. Um- Daphne was one of Artemis’ best friends. That’s how we got close in the first place. Sometime last year, we started seeing each other, and eventually became official. We’d moved really quickly, and honestly didn’t have much in common except Artemis” And divinely good looks, if Apollo’s many flings are anything to go by. “But everything went great, nonetheless. Better than great, even. I started to think I loved her. Until it didn’t. Around the three month mark, things started to go sour. We’d disagree about pretty much everything, and we’d fight and argue all the time. Then it started to get monotonous and boring and we were just going through the motions. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I broke up with her, and…” That’s the one place he hesitates. “Left. I just left for college, and Artemis had to deal with Daphne, who apparently took it hard. I didn’t speak to her at all until just a few months ago.

We’re okay now, by the way. She says that I’m a better friend that boyfriend, and I can’t say I disagree. Lucky for you that we’re just faking it, right?” I notice the slight hitch in his voice, but Lit apparently doesn’t. He lets out a dry chuckle. “Artemis, on the other hand, is still obviously pissed. I don’t blame her. She said that Daphne only dated me at all because I seduced her. At first, I thought that was ridiculous, but if all the hoes on campus are anything to go by, it seems that was entirely possible”, he finishes bitterly. Well... that was quite a speech.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or exasperated by your unwavering level of self-confidence”, Lit says tiredly, after a brief pause. “Well that wasn’t as bad as I expected”.

“Yea, Artemis has been known to overreact”.

“I think her reaction was warranted”. Lit himself looks surprised at having defended Artemis.

“Maybe it was”, Apollo amends, eager to get back on Lit’s good side, I suppose. “You’re not still mad, are you?”

“I’m not mad at you, no” comes the curt reply, suggesting that he is still mad at something. This whole situation, probably. This trip was supposed to be romantic for God’s sake!

“Good, because we have a little party to attend this evening”.

[birlcholtz]

What about the Falcs in the PJ universe 👀

OOO okay so we’ve got george, tater, snowy, marty, thirdy, and guy!

let’s start with tater because we definitely know the most about him. we know he’s very attached to his friends, he’s very outgoing and friendly, but also if he hates people he HATES them and he also really likes blueberries. the blueberries are important it means i’m ruling him out as a child of dionysus they’re not a vine plant. also he does stupid shit sometimes like trying to teach bitty how to carry him. in ice skates. both of them are in ice skates. omg. okay anyway sorry moving on the mom friend in me popped out. and also he totally will plunge into a fray to avenge a teammate, or just to punch someone he really doesn’t like, et cetera.

so tater’s super outgoing, enthusiastic, humorous, but ALSO he’s just very passionate and will go down swinging if he has to (or if he wants to). so that tells me he is *not* the child of an easygoing deity.

i think nemesis could be an interesting choice-- it depends on whether you view her as a goddess of kind of just retribution, or a goddess of revenge in all its forms. because tater totally avenges people even if they’re actually doing fine (like when parse rushed snowy and tater jumped him). he kinda reminds me of percy in his loyalty to other people? but i think he could also be a child of ares? idk there are options

oKAY moving on to george. george is pretty calm and collected even when shit is going down, she likes to run in the park, she mostly takes things in stride, but she’s also in a position of authority-- even if she doesn’t wield that authority with an iron fist. so like. not zeus lol. part of me wants to say she’d have artemis’ blessing or smth but idk how artemis would feel about george working in the nhl. regardless, george is not easily shook. (except for that one memorable instance when jack told her he was dating a teammate.) so that eliminates some people, i think-- poseidon, ares, aphrodite, tyche, off the top of my head. hmm she’s another one who could be in a few different places.

athena would make sense-- she wears a position of command pretty well, and she deals with The Kiss in a pretty analytical way

snowy, marty, thirdy, and guy under the cut!

OKAY SNOWY TIME. emo king. he’s the goalie which means he’s a little weird. eyeliner. flexible and yet goes to see the trainer a lot. swears constantly. last line of defense on the ice. he seems a little more prickly than a lot of the falcs, but like in a loving way? (all the times he says ‘fuck you’ come to mind, especially since he has like. 3.5 lines) also has an incredible ability to look bored at any time, which i think is partially due to the eyeliner. partially. oh and who can forget his absolutely epic helmet with the wings on it that shit’s incredible.

snowy, more than the others, seems ‘icy’ to me (possibly because of his last name, nominative determinism anyone?? is that what it’s called the name is so long). like he’s a little inscrutable, a little hostile, but he’s not actually like. mean. so more like... the outside is ice. also he doesn’t talk a ton (especially compared to tater) so i get the sense that snowy himself is a little bit closed off. him being the goalie means that he doesn’t have lineys the way other players do. also his name is dustin that’s unrelated i just remembered

hmm i think there’s a lot of ways to go with snowy? but just to be unusual i’m going to suggest hades, bc a) the aesthetic and b) snowy’s ‘emo phase’ exterior and c) i like the idea of the goalie position being kind of reminiscent of hades. the underworld is *the last place*, the ultimate place in a way. people don’t return from there. heroes do and that’s why there are stories about them. and there’s a sense of ultimate-ness about a puck getting to the goalie? does this make any sense lol

ALRIGHT MOVING ON TO MARTY. so many dad vibes he even tries to dad the 25-year-old millionaire rookie who is possibly the only person on the falcs who can out-dad him. and is not much younger than him LMAO. he’s very tied to his family and i think it would make sense for him to have hera’s blessing, and i’m literally sitting here thinking about which gods i get the most dad vibes from in case y’all are wondering how scientific this process is

i think hebe would be funny because she’s the goddess of youth and marty’s entire career is basically about youth? i know we associate that with modeling and acting and stuff but like he is IMMEDIATELY introduced by tater asking when he’s retiring and mentions his hip giving out at some point. also he seems to call everyone ‘kiddo’. jack. bitty. thirdy?? guy?? george????? the possibilities are endless. marty is actually blessing them, every time he calls someone ‘kiddo’ he delays the onset of joint pain for at least 3 days. not much but the hockey players will take it

THIRDY TIME. he cannot make balloon animals. he also has kids. or at least one kid. i think we can eliminate athena (crafts) and apollo who i’m just kind of assuming has some hand in visual art as well because he seems to have a hand in everything. yes i’m basing this solely off of the balloon animals lmao. he’s a leader on the team, like marty, and in the whole retirement conversation he’s the one who brings up the idea of writing poetry and doing a victory tour. so actually let’s bring apollo back LMAO that seems like a very..... VERY apollo thing to do even if he can’t make balloon animals. maybe that’s more athena’s thing lmao. i’m going with apollo

and finally............ guy.

guy is like..... well he’s an enforcer, a strong and silent type, doesn’t smile a lot. enough so that it is NOTICEABLE when he smiles at people. he has a beard. this all makes me think of hephaestus ngl but he is a pro hockey player and an extremely minor character so we barely know ANYTHING about him??? nonetheless. i’m thinking hephaestus

[xbooksandtea]

You know I’m a guy today, right?

a fierrochase oneshot

Fandom: Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

Pairing: Magnus Chase / Alex Fierro

Genre: pure fluff

Word Count: 2.688

Rating: PG

Inspiration: this wonderful little comic by @ace-artemis-fanartist (thanks again for permitting me to write this!)

A/N: I’ll add a few notes and explanations at the end, feel free to check them out as well!

Warning: Extensive usage of the word “fuck” because Alex is just too fucking attractive

Read on AO3: click here

Before Magnus had met Alex Fierro, his free days outside of Valhalla and the whole save-the-world missions would include a fun trip to Fadlan’s Falafel with Sam or with his parents-per-choice, Blitz or Hearthstone. Or he would meet up with Annabeth and enjoy having his brain roasted by whatever was going on with the Greeks. Or he would spend a nice day alone in a park and enjoy his life as a dead person.

However, his plans this summer were most likely going to kill him. Again.

When Alex opened the door to her room, warm sunlight was gleaming on her hair from behind, weaving some kind of halo that outlined her dark green curls.

“Hi. Alex.” Magnus cleared his throat and shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other. She was wearing a pastel green dress that was flowing carelessly around her knees, traced with a cute soft pink lace.

“Did you come to stare at me?” She asked with a rather unimpressed voice, looking at him pointedly, before slowly moving to close the door again.

Yup. He was so going to die.

“No, wait.” Magnus managed to shove his foot between the door and the frame, followed by a sharp pain that burnt up to his ankles in no time. “Ouch!”

Alex slowly pulled the door open again and sighed. “What do you want, then?”

“Do you happen to have time tomorrow? I want to grab some ice cream, and Sam is busy collecting souls, so I thought I’d ask you.”  

Actually, the only reason Sam would be busy collecting souls was that he had asked her if it was okay if he used that phrase on Alex, but technically, he hadn’t lied. Sam was strictly against lying and promised him to make sure to look out for souls tomorrow.

“You’ve got the whole of floor 19, and you ask me? What has gotten into you, Beantown?” Alex cocked her head and grinned at him.  

Okay then. Looked like it was about time to pull his last card.  

He took a deep breath. “TJ managed to hook up Mallory with Halfborn – well, actually he just got them to send time together alone, but we all know they’re gonna hook up. And TJ himself is gonna be busy spying over them to ensure it happens. And to make sure that he’ll be able to tell us what happened later.” Actually, it had been him convincing TJ to do it. But still, he didn’t lie.

Alex laughed. “That’s a nice time alone, then.”

Her laugh was as harmonious as molten caramel, and Magnus couldn’t help but smile. “So, are you coming? I’m paying,” he said.

“Free ice cream? Hell yes I’m in,” Alex said, still grinning.

Magnus nodded, and smiled, and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. He was already turning to leave when the words slipped out of his mouth. “Are you going on a date?”

He probably should have been a little more specific, but Alex got it anyways. She always did.

“Because of the dress? Girls don’t need to have a reason to dress up nicely, Beantown. I just usually don’t wear this when I’m about to kill someone. Don’t wanna get any blood on this.”

“Oh. Okay.” Magnus nodded again, but a million-pound-weight seemed to get lifted off his shoulders.

Alex grinned the most devilish of smiles. “Does that mean you think I’m pretty, Maggie?”

Magnus felt the blood rising to tint his cheeks with the colour of cherry blossoms, and he didn’t answer her, because he felt like his trapped facial expression was all of an answer she needed.  He cleared his throat once more. “I’m gonna pick you up at 3pm tomorrow, alright?”

Alex still smiled at him, but it was softer now, and warmer. When she spoke, her voice wove threads of golden light around his too-fast beating heart. “Alright.”

When Magnus knocked on Alex’ door the next day, she took a while to answer. As she finally pulled the door open and gave him a little wave, she was looking somewhat guilty.

No, Magnus corrected himself, he was looking somewhat guilty.

“Hi,” he started, but Alex didn’t answer, and that was pretty much all it took to leave Magnus completely helpless without a single clue about that to do next. It wasn’t that he was introverted or socially anxious. It was just that Alex usually barely shut her mouth.

Not knowing what to say, he scanned Alex’ appearance. His hands weren’t covered in clay today, and his hair as less messy than usual, so he counted that as a win. Other than that, Alex wore a soft pink hoodie with a green T-Shirt peeking out from underneath, and the usual dark green skinny jeans.  

Alex didn’t snap at him for staring at him yet, so he chose to try and lighten up his mood. “Oh my god. So you are going to kill someone today?” He asked, cocking his head to one side and grinning up at Alex.

Alex didn’t smile back, and shifted uncomfortably. “No, Beantown,” he answered, but it didn’t sound half as sassy as it used to. “Just, I’m a guy today, and I didn’t really feel like wearing a dress.”

Magnus shrugged. “Fair enough.”

“You don’t seem surprised,” Alex frowned, but he did push the door further open.

“I knew,” Magnus answered and mirrored the frown. “So, uh, do you want free ice cream or no?”

Alex pushed him aside as he stepped out of a door and shut it behind them. “I can pay for myself, you know,” he hissed, but it sounded pretty half-hearted.

Magnus sighed. Something was off with Alex, and he guessed that if he tried to comfort him, a broken nose would be the most positive result. “Yeah, but I’m gonna pay, so you shut up.”

“Damn, Magnus, you really know how to treat a guy, eh?” Alex teased him as they made their way out of Valhalla towards Boston.

Magnus blushed, and he didn’t manage to find a cool and sassy answer, so he just stuck his tongue out.

It didn’t really bother him that Alex was a guy today. On the other hand, yes, it did.

The thing was, Magnus had never really wondered about Alex’s sexuality. It hadn’t taken a lot of time for him to crush head over heels for her when they had first met – one would say he lost his head, actually. And that feeling didn’t change on days Alex identified as a boy, because it was still Alex fucking Fierro, whether Alex was male or female. She managed to look cute and hot at the same time when she was female, and the only thing able to top her appearance and her stunning eyes was her personality. And when he was male, he still managed to look cute and hot at the same time, and his personality still drew Magnus in mercilessly.

He had never asked himself whether Alex’s sexuality was fluid as well, or if he/she was only into one gender, or two, or more. Or whether he/she felt romantic or sexual attraction at all. But, by all those fucking gods, he sure hoped that his Kurt Cobain haircut and the lame t-shirts were in some way attractive to Alex Fierro.

(That totally wasn’t the reason he wore a black dress shirt over the dark green Hotel Valhalla shirt, or spent hours trying to apply subtle black eyeliner on the waterline of his eyes, obviously. He wasn’t trying to look cool and mysterious, like, at all.)

He wondered if Alex had realised he had basically asked him out on a date. He wasn’t wearing super fancy clothes exactly, but then again, they were going out for ice cream. That wasn’t exactly a super fancy occasion either.

“Hey, what do you think Mallory and Halfborn are up to right now?” Magnus asked, trying to break Alex’ rare shy behaviour and his own nervousness over whether the Hel this was a date or not.  

And it worked. Alex turned his head to him and grinned, hands buried in the pockets of his skinny jeans. “Knowing Mallory, they’re probably trying to kill each other. Which is just about the perfect date, if you ask me.”

Magnus gulped. Yeah, he probably should have been more considerate of Alex’ interests before asking him out for ice cream. “What about nice things?”

“Who the hell would want to do nice things with me? Do I look like a nice person to you?” Alex laughed, a sound that made Magnus’ heart jump up and down excitedly three times in a row. Alex’ smile made his skin tingle in a funny way and dip his whole body in a comfortable warmth.

Magnus smiled back. “You don’t seem that bad to me,” he admitted, and he watched Alex’ expression going from surprise to a sly grin to a rather sheepish smile, before he hastily turned his face away from him and ruffled through his green  wavy hair.

“That doesn’t count. You always want to do nice stuff.” Alex murmured.

Magnus laughed, though his cheeks blushes. “Is that supposed to be an insult?”

“I don’t know.” Alex shrugged, but when he looked at him again, he smiled. “I’ll tell you once I find out.”

Needless to say, Magnus’ heart did a few backflips and finished gracefully with a lot of tumbling and stuttering. Yup, he most likely was going to die.

“Two scoops, one strawberry, one mind please,” Magnus said to the bored looking lady behind the counter. He could sense Alex slowly turning his head to stare at him.

“On its way,” the lady answered and took an ice cream cone.

While she was busy, Magnus faced Alex with a frown. “What?”

Alex deadpanned him. “You choose,” he started, making a dramatic pause, “fucking strawberry and mint?”

Magnus cocked his head to one side. “What’s wrong with strawberry and mint? It’s delicious!” He almost felt personally insulted by that comment. He freaking loved strawberry with mint.

Alex’ stare turned into a definite are you fucking kidding me as he gestured at himself and his variety of pink and green clothes.

When the ice cream lady handed Magnus his cone, he finally made it out. “Oh.”

Alex rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips switched upwards, even though he tried to keep a straight face. Then, he turned to the ice cream lady. “Do you happen to have any kind of blue ice cream in stock?”

Magnus gasped, to which Alex only answered with a teeth-baring grin.

A little bit of ice cream had somehow ended up at the corner of Alex’ lips. (They had had blue ice cream, after all, much to Magnus’ indignation.) They had both finished their cones, and had just left the shop when Magnus noticed.

Slowly, he moved his hand to brush it away, smiling to himself. Then, Alex started to smirk, and Magnus blushed. “Er – sorry.”

Alex lifted one eyebrow and cocked his head. His lips were curved perfectly, with a stupid cupid’s bow of the softest stupid shade of pink ever, and his eyes were sparkling with just the right mixture of teasing and fondness.

Magnus was suddenly aware of his own beating heart. He took Alex’ hand in his, surprised by the warmth of it, and he leant forwards slowly, his eyes constantly flickering back and fro between his eyes and his stupidly attractive grin because he needed to see if Alex would pull away.

He didn’t.

The kiss turned his whole world upside down, and it was his first kiss ever and he was a nervous fucking mess, and his heart stopped for a second when Alex’ lips started to move against his own.

After just a few seconds, Alex pulled away, a hunted look on his face as he stared at Magnus. His heart clenched painfully.

“You – you know I’m a guy today, right?” Alex shifted uncomfortably, as if he was trying to hide himself behind his sweater.

So this was what it all was about. Magnus gave Alex an exasperated glare as he finally understood. This wasn’t about Alex not wanting to go out with Magnus when he was male. This was about Alex being scared that Magnus might not want to go on a date with him when he was male.

“Idiot,” Magnus blurted out and raised his hands in a gesture that meant to say I had no idea you were so fucking stupid but I also really like you and want to take your fears away. Yeah, no, there was no way Alex would get that. “I just wanted to kiss you!” he finally concluded, his voice a little louder than probably necessary, but he was excited and happy and nervous and he couldn’t believe Alex actually thought that his gender would change anything.

Alex still stared at him, but his cheeks coloured with a soft pink shade, and his sparkling eyes were suddenly suspiciously wet.

Magnus broke out into a huge, goofy smile. “Does that mean you don’t mind me kissing you?”

Alex hastily blinked his tears away and tried to remain cool, but he really, really didn’t manage it. “I bet I’m gonna regret this, but I actually don’t,” he said, trying to keep his voice slightly disinterested, but his eyes, golden honey and soft chocolate, trailed off to his lips, and before Magnus had quite processed what he said or did, Alex pulled him close, without any hesitation, and his movements were determined but gentle.

When their lips met for the second time, Alex flung his arms around Magnus like his life depended on it. The way he combed his fingers through Magnus’ hair sent butterflies into his stomach and sparks inside his head, and Magnus just sort of melted against him, unable to do anything but to hold Alex Fierro within the soft embrace of his arms.

Alex’ lips tasted like honey and lemon. Magnus was barely capable of concentrating on anything else but the small electric strikes that exploded all over his body and left his head in a weird state of being completely empty and filled with a thousand thoughts and emotions at once.

Just as he began to wonder how it was possible to feel like hot cocoa and warm blankets and rain against his windows and Alex Fierro in his arms until they’d fall asleep together and being kind of turned on at the same exact moment, Alex pulled away once more, grinning as Magnus leaned in closer as he pulled back. Well, nobody could judge him. He just got kissed by Alex motherfucking Fierro. He could swear he could do anything at this point.

“Easy there, Beantown,” Alex whispered with a sly grin and tugged at one of the blond strands of hair that had fallen into his face.  

Her fingers softly trailed his coloured cheeks, and Magnus felt like he should say something, but the only thing that came out was a rather huskily stammered “wow”.

Alex’ grin became even wider, even though his face was still heated. “So, what other nice things did you plan for today?”

“Um,” Magnus started, completely caught off guard. Did Alex even realise how ambiguous that sounded? He shook his head, laughing quietly. Alex had probably intended for it to sound like that. What a tease. “Wanna hang out in my room? The garden is pretty nice,” he said, and he meant it like that. The kiss had been pretty promising, but he didn’t intend to do anything else, not now. He had fantasized about what would happen if Alex would actually like him back, and they had always ended up under the tree in his garden, just two dead people on soft grass in the late warm afternoon sun.

“Geez, I knew I was going to regret this,” Alex answered, but he winked at him with a smile that took Magnus’ breath. “Come on, then. You invited me on a date, you lead the way!”

Oh, well. He already was dead, after all.

A/N: Gaaah! It was so fun to write this. I was torn between sticking to my usual writing style and experimenting with a different one, so it ended up being a mixture of both. I hope you guys enjoyed it anyways :)

I haven’t read Ship of the Dead yet, but I already know their first kiss is going to happen differently, but I still wanted to write an oneshot to @ace-artemis-fanartist ’s art. I also found out that they have a “so you think I’m pretty?” scene similar to the one above, and I think it’s super funny as I wrote it weeks before the book came out!

Also, I’d like to add a few words on Alex. I just want to make sure it doesn’t look like I’m trying to express Alex’ gender through her/his clothes - I just really wanted her to wear a dress, since Uncle Rick mentioned her dresses in Hammer of Thor, but we never got to read about her in one of those (again, I haven’t read SotD yet). I used to identify as genderfluid (and am still figuring out wtf is my gender), and my gender expression changes from time to time, so please be assured that I’m not trying to be an ignorant asshole here!

I also really wanted to show the more sensitive side of Alex we got to catch a glimpse of in tHoT - I love her being confident about her gender, but I think she suffers then and now, and that being with Magnus is actually a huge step for her.

If you’ve got any questions or think I was being insensitive in some points, please message me!

[hollyjjangu]

Woah this got out of hand, and it has more mentions of alcohol and weed than you probably requested but idk college parties are basically just weed weed and more weed but its still fluffy, i promise soooOOOO i hope you like it!

- admin artemis (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧  ♡

Taehyung knows he looks like a fine piece of meat.

Jimin insisted on him wearing the black leather jeans that make his ass a literal peach. He didn’t forget to gouge his eyes with thick black kohl eyeliner, and his hair was far from neat, practically a mop of light brown atop of his head. Nonetheless, Taehyung looked good, especially with his lips a cherry red from his tinted chapstick.

It’s Friday, the day of the week where Jimin and Taehyung frequently pretend like they do not have responsibilities and Taehyung completely ignores the fact he has an essay due on Monday he hasn’t even started yet. Right now is a time for cheap beer, stale chips, and weed at a party hosted by the one and only Jackson Wang.

Also known as the only one on campus who manages to host perhaps the craziest parties every single weekend. Jackson had too much money in his pockets and he most definitely did not want to major in law like his parents had forced him to, so he figured he should at least make the most out of his shitty situation by hosting parties where everyone gets shit-faced drunk.

Taehyung and Jimin were regulars, just the usual duo showing up in skin tight trousers and muscle tanks.

Taehyung doesn’t have much arm muscle to show off but eh, he figures any less skin can’t guarantee a good fuck tonight.

He hasn’t had a good fuck since the invention of slice bread, and he is in fact a healthy college student with a sex drive at an all time high. If he doesn’t get dick tonight he might just have to turn to toys or even his own fingers.

He prays he finds some good dick tonight, he prays to every god out there.

When they arrive, Jackson greets them with a holler, something completely indecipherable and yeah, leave it to Jackson to be drunk off his ass within just ten minutes that the party has kicked off.

All is well, Jimin finds Yoongi and they do the usual makeout session before Yoongi is dragging Jimin up the stairs to Jackson’s bedroom. Hoseok is on the dancefloor, doing all types of moves that leaves the crowd surrounding him to roar in excitement. Seokjin and Namjoon are out on the patio, flirting and walking circles around each other as always and Taehyung…

He’s bored out of his mind.

He hasn’t been feeling this party very much since he’s arrived, Yugyeom seems to notice as he stumbles into the seat beside Taehyung at the kitchen island, sporting a red solo cup in his right hand.

“You good?” He asks, taking a long swig of whatever concoction Jackson whipped up this time around.

“M’fine, not really feeling it today.” Taehyung huffs, swirling the alcohol in his drink around lazily.

Yugyeom reaches into his pocket, discards god knows what and slapping it on the table before him.

“Loosen up a bit.” Is all he says before he’s gone.

Taehyung inspects the item before him, brownies.

Considering this is Yugyeom, at Jackson’s party, Taehyung knows there’s some type of drug infused within the chocolate and he simply can’t bring himself to care very much. He wants to let loose and truthfully, if he doesn’t any time soon, the bitch of a headache he’s been sporting for the past hour will turn into a bitch of a migraine. Jackson’s sound system sucks, he can barely hear himself think.

Taehyung is a complete mess.

It took only thirty minutes after Yugyeom swiped him some edibles and Taehyung was already not only high off his ass, but had somehow downed too many cups and is now within the crowd of hot, sweaty, bodies. He’s been grinding on too many bodies to the point he’s lost count, has had too many tongues down his throat, too many hands up his shirt, and whoever this bulky guy who has a finger pinching his nipple is, seems like a perfect candidate to fuck Taehyung senseless and relieve that sex drive he hasn’t been able to relieve in months.

After making out with too much tongue and teeth, Taehyung deems the foreplay enough,

“—Mmph let’s go upstairs.” His words come out muffled, the man not wanting to detach his lips away from Taehyung’s.

He hadn’t even gotten his name, he didn’t really care either, he was leading him up the stairs to fuck him two ways to Sunday, how the hell could he find an ounce of fuck to give?

So with his tongue still down his throat, Taehyung attempts to walk backwards, up the stairs, and into one of the free bedrooms in the dorm.

He backs into someone however, spilling the contents of the red solo cup in their hand all over Taehyung causing their lips to detach from one another.

“Fuck, I-I’m so sorry!” The boy exclaims, hastily removing his jacket and attempting to wipe Taehyung’s now sticky skin away from the alcohol.

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, he just raises his head, and then he’s puking, all over his potential fuck who drops him with a rather squeamish yelp in disgust.

That damned brownie was undercooked.

Taehyung falls on his ass, and if the music wasn’t so loud he’d hear the man cursing him the fuck out before storming off.

“Where are y-you going!” Taehyung practically screams over the music, flailing his limbs before shouting profanities at the man and the boy with the now empty solo cup just stands there, practically paralyzed at the scene that just unfolded.

What in the fuck just happened.

“Jeongguk? What the hell just happened?” He hears an unfamiliar ask the boy, Taehyung is completely wasted, the entire room is spinning, his stomach feels like it’s going to burst all over again and he can’t even comprehend where the fuck he is or who the fuck he is.

With all of his surroundings swirling into each other’s hues, darkening slowly but surely by the second, Taehyung blinks dazedly.

Yeah, his brain capacity is the equivalent of a potato right about now. He doesn’t know much, he just knows that the guy with probably hella good dick game is gone and the boy Jeongguk is responsible for it.

Taehyung is up on his feet, and now in Jeongguk’s face.

“You fucking bastard! Do you know how long I haven’t had dick? It’s been months, and that weak ass fucker was g-going to fuck me! You ruined my chances with some g-good ass d-dick!” His hand, it’s in the air now, almost pummeling into Jeongguk but who the hell knows how, Taehyung manages to hit himself in the face instead, falling over his own feet before collapsing into Jeongguk’s arms.

Jeongguk isn’t sure if he wants to laugh or cry.

He does a bit of both, turning to Namjoon who previously called him.

“What the fuck do I do?” He asks, voice boarding desperation because he’s really not in the mood to deal with this right now, this was his only day off from his hectic schedule of classes and dance practice. If this was anyone else, he probably would just toss their body onto the ground, or drag them somewhere upstairs to sit until they woke up again.

But sadly, this was Kim Taehyung, someone Jeongguk’s friends were friends with for who know’s why, the boy was a complete mess.

“I dunno.. He seems like he’s knocked out pretty bad.. Take him home, maybe? He’s roommates with Jimin.” Namjoon advises with an apologetic expression, all the while, he stifles his laughter.

“Fucking hell, he smells like shit.” Jeongguk mutters under his breath, lugging Taehyung through the crowd of sweaty drunk students and out to the front lawn.

Jimin’s dorm was just down the street, Jeongguk wasn’t anywhere near drunk still, he just arrived five minutes prior to Taehyung punching himself in the face.

So he lugs Taehyung all the way there, reaching the buzzer at the door when it suddenly hits him, no one is in there to buzz him in.

He curses, glancing downwards at the boy in his arms.

Taehyung, he’s.. Attractive. It was a no brainer.

His eyes, are still encircled with thick black kohl, his hair is even messier than when he first came, and even with the putrid stench of vomit, alcohol, and weed clinging to his skin, the boy still manages to look kissable.

“Stupid, cute, idiot.” Jeongguk mutters under his breath, hand sliding down Taehyung’s pants, patting his front pockets before his back with his cheeks flushing a bright red. There, in his back pocket, his dorm keys.

Jeongguk thanks every god he knows.

He’s been here two times before, still hasn’t properly met Taehyung though, so it didn’t change the awkwardness in the slightest. He drags Taehyung all the way to his bed, before taking a few steps back and heaving a sigh in relief.

Now what?

His clothes still have some traces of vomit clinging to them, his face looks rather oily and sweaty, Taehyung’ll probably get some pimples if he doesn’t wash off that foundation too.

Should he shower him?

Is that too creepy?

Reluctantly, Jeongguk lifts Taehyung again, this time lifting him up and into the bathroom.

He decides a bath would be easier, and it’s then that Jeongguk realizes the boy isn’t even asleep, he literally blacked out and he can’t help but chuckle as he scrubs the boy’s skin gently.

Patting down his damp skin with a towel before towel drying his hair, Jeongguk yanks a t-shirt that’s most definitely not his size over Taehyung’s head, slipping some boxers over his legs, and sets him gently back in his own bed.

He quickly runs to the kitchen, pouring a glass of cold water, grabbing painkillers, and a bag of frozen peas before returning.

He places the frozen bag on Taehyung’s right cheek, it’s still a bright pink from where he punched himself.

That’s better, now he smells like strawberry instead of cheap beer, and his cheek swelling should be down hopefully morning. Jeongguk is a saint.

Running his hands through his hair, Jeongguk takes a seat on Jimin’s bed, directly across. He’s exhausted, that was a lot more work than he initially presumed and now he’s just tired.

So he decides to stay here, just for a little longer, besides, it isn’t like Taehyung is going to wake up anytime soon.

Maybe he spoke too soon.

Jeongguk stays for just a few more minutes, admiring Taehyung’s beautiful facial features like the slope of his nose and his pretty long eyelashes, plush pink lips and smooth tan skin.

How in the hell has this boy been deprived of dick when he looks like that?

This is creepy of him, he’s more than aware, but Jeongguk can’t help his feet that carry him back over towards Taehyung’s bed, or his hand that falls atop of Taehyung’s cheek, caressing the skin there gently, a fond smile on his face as he remembers how in the hell he ended up here.

Taehyung is an idiot, is the only thing he knows about the boy, also that he’s ridiculously adorable and wow Jeongguk 11/10 would fuck him any day.

And then Taehyung’s eyes snap open, yanking the cold bag off from his face, Jeongguk, once again, is paralyzed.

“... Did we fuck?” Is the first thing Taehyung mutters, voice husky, and then the next thing he says is a distressed fuck as his hangover hits him like a freight train.

“No, we didn’t.” Jeongguk manages to say, shoving Taehyung back down onto the bed when the boy tries to sit up.

“You need rest, idiot, you knocked yourself out.” Jeongguk can’t help the chuckle that slips past his lips, and then Taehyung is tilting his head slightly in confusion.

“What? I did what?”

“You knocked yourself out, literally.” Jeongguk states once again, this time not bothering to hide his laughter and Taehyung joins in momentarily.

“Fuck my head hurts like a bitch.” He pouts, Jeongguk feels something in his chest twist.

“Drink.” He hands the boy the glass of water, he sips it gratefully, before downing the two pills Jeongguk placed in his palm moments after.

“Your name is Jeongguk, right? Why are you here?” Taehyung asks, wiping the water from his lips on the back of his palm.

“Well, I spilled my beer all over you, you threw up over this guy you were going to fuck, and then you tried to punch me in the face but ended up punching yourself and knocking yourself out. I figured I should bring you home and clean you up.” Jeongguk explains earnestly, not missing the shade of crimson the envelops Taehyung’s face at his words.

“Did I actually? Thank you so much but fuck that’s so embarrassing!” He groans, hiding his face in his hands and Jeongguk just laughs, not really thinking much when he reaches forward and pulls Taehyung’s hand away from his face.

He wants to see his adorable smile, how dare Taehyung keep it away from him?

“It’s fine, really!” Jeongguk reassures, expression mirroring Taehyung’s grin, but with a hint of perhaps fondness?

“You didn’t have to do all this though, you could’ve just thrown me on Jackson’s bed, vomit all over me and everything.” Taehyung counters, face only reddening as he speaks.

“Nah, I’m not that big of an asshole, besides, your kind of adorable, and I needed an excuse to ask you for your number without blowing my cover.” He admits, and if Taehyung was red before, he’s practically a fucking tomato now.

“I’m adorable? I threw up and punched myself in the face!” Jeongguk bursts into laughter at that.

“And, I guess giving you my number is the least I could do, I could also throw in a coffee date as well, on the house!” Taehyung offers, beaming at Jeongguk who doesn’t bother to suppress the urge any longer, he leans forward and pecks the corner of Taehyung’s lip gently.

“I’d like that very much.”

pssst, our ask box is open… send in a prompt, a headcanon, ask us a question, etc!

- admin artemis (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧  ♡