I wanted to do something quick and ended up with the Nightglow!boys. So here’s for you, moami ❤
*sobs quietly* This is all I want for my boys, but their pain is only just starting. Thank you dearest, this is so pretty ❤ I’m in love with how they touch each other and the pain in their eyes, clinging to the only person they have left –
Alright, I’ll stop. I just love it. ♥
Marco’s gentleness is a wildfire on his skin, and Jean watches, stunned in silence, as his own freezing rage fades and a soft warmth he never thought he’d deserve spreads through his bones, underneath the holy touch of Marco’s hands, mouth, kisses.
Jean didn’t believe the sweet words about how love could hurt more than a broken arm, a flesh wound, the disappointment in his father’s eyes. He didn’t believe that the reason he’d been banished from the house he grew up in, where he learnt to walk and sing, that this reason could bring him anything but pain and fear and knowing that he was wrong, wrong, disgusting, “you aren’t our son anymore”.
He didn’t believe that love could hurt so bittersweet and perfect that it swept him off his feet, right into the arms of a stranger with cheeks that were golden from freckles, a smile that was warm and welcoming and looked like chocolate and the home he was missing.
Marco found him when he was a lost child, and Jean fell for him as if he’d been born to be with this gorgeous, breathtaking hurricane of a man.
Jean teaches him the foreign language of bravery with dark promises and whispered love, with a tongue sliding along the cold of his body and lighting him on fire, with star-shining fingertips that trace all of Marco’s ugly battle scars, and with the touch of lips on his own that swear an oath of “my love, you’re the most beautiful thing I was ever allowed to love”.
Marco doesn’t say it out loud. Ever since that accident took his voice, he spells love in another way.
His lips press hot, burning lines of fire into Jean’s skin. They slide up his jaw, scattering along the sharp ivory of his collarbone, nails scratching lightly until the paleness of Jean’s nipples is bruised in the most beautiful way. He loves it, he loves it all, please don’t stop. Jean bites his mouth and closes his eyes, panting heavily and whimpering until Marco smiles. His fingers cup Jean’s face, tips glowing like embers, pupils gone dark, breath quick.
He doesn’t say it out loud. Instead, his lips smile and his warm, goddamn perfect hands pull Jean close, on top of him, till they’re one and moving together, slick and good and world-shattering.
‘Happy Birthday’, Marco’s silence says, and his fingertips spell love in bold, eternal letters.
His first kiss tastes like storm and rain, like the hay of the barn that he and Jean hide inside, at night, away from everyone else’s curious glances. It tastes like liquid, golden fire flooding his veins and sparking inside his head, a phoenix on Jean’s lips. And Jean is gentle and rough all together, licks open his mouth and the soft, trembling insides of his thighs, and Marco gives in with the desperate moan of a man who’s losing himself to a dark, grinning mouth around his hard cock. Jean sucks him, head going up and down with Marco’s hand curling into his soft hair, pulling, tugging roughly, his own voice a raw scream when he comes into that wet, hot mouth that licks him dry.
And his next kiss tastes salty, trickles warmly down his spine in tender shudders, Jean’s hands cupping his face and whispering “Marco, Marco. Let me – god, please, ‘m yours.” All Marco can say back, voice broken and smiling, is: “Yes.”
His first meeting with Marco wasn’t immediate, overwhelming love. Yet still, Jean stood there, stiff and frozen as struck by a shining roar of lightning, when that boy came into his life with a smile too bright to look at directly.
No, Jean didn’t fall in love just yet. It was worse.
Because he looked at him, nails digging into his own sweaty palms – and Jean knew, fucking knew that if he was to ever lose that man, it would leave his soul in a screaming wreck of crimson flesh and cracked bones, of broken sobs raining from Marco’s mouth when he died, without anyone by his side, thrown away like a useless puppet or devoured into teeth that were stronger than life and love.
And Jean decided to pray for the first time in his life.
He prayed for a way to hate Marco Bodt, for a way to protect his poor, weak, hopelessly lost heart. God didn’t listen to him.
Chibi StarChild!Marco from Moami ‘s Fic: Nightglow!
I absolutely loooove this fic, and I’ve seen the art people have made of it, and I just… Really wanted to have a go at it myself! A lot of them have him with white-ish lines and such, but me being me… I did it with.. notwhitelinesoops.
Well, everyone has a different vision of things! And I personally find it facinating how people see things differently. So I hope you guys like my version of NG!Marco? He… uh… never seems to have any clothes on? (maybe some pants in some pieces, idk) so that’s how I drew him as well, lol. Lazy colouring is lazy.
I seem to be doing tribute art to all of my favorite people in the JM fandom lately without thinking about it…? huh. I hope you guys don’t mind! All of this is from my twitter doodle spam. Since I’m sick, I doodle a lot over there to cheer myself up while I can’t work on proper things. But no worries, proper things will come soon enough! Just.. I’m sick a lot lately, blergh.
OH! And I know I’m late, but ,HAPPY FRECKLES DAY?!? ❤
Oh my god, I need 20 of each colour. He’s so cute and perfect and you captured his stars and colour so so well. Thank you for doing this, this made my day ♥♥
starchild!Marco for Nightglow by Moami
ayy look at me getting somewhat better at fanart.
update: i’ve changed my url from alafiyatried to fitried which is similar but different so, uh, just gonna throw that in.
thanks. ❤
Oh hi there, dear artist – thanks for doing such exceptionally beautiful art of my fic ♥♥ This is stunning, wow – I feel honoured to see such art being done for my work. Thank you so so much! <33 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧akfdlakdlsls how do I thank properly when I’m too overwhelmed to function
Moami 