[Pirate!Frerard - English Colony in Jamaica, year 1715] - Frank tried really hard to ignore those words, ignore the picture of Way's hand - more and more clear in his mind -, ignore how he was enjoying everything. "C'mon..." "Shut up," he hissed, but he noticed how much his voice was thick with hesitation right after he had heard it. "C'mon, wouldn't it be exciting? A pirate and a Navy soldier... an immoral and irresistible attraction..." Frank tried to stop his legs, which had suddenly started trembling. It had already happened before; it was caused by cold or, sometimes, by fear. But the sensation that was now shaking every fiber of his body was utterly unknown. It fogged his mind and his sight, it gave him the impression of being fragile as a blade of grass, it speeded up his heartbeat like he was sick, it made him flushed with frustration. He hated and loved that sensation at the same time, exactly how he hated that pirate's gut, but in that moment he just craved to cancel the distance between the two of them. "I'm here, boy" he kept wheezing. "I'm yours if you want me. There is nobody except us, no one will ever know..." ________________________________ Every right goes to HeartBreath (Vin), we are just a team of Italian killjoys who collaborated to translate this wonderful work in English.

Gerard thought that committing suicide would finally end it: no more pain, no more sorrow-nothing. The last thing he expected was to wake up in Hell, reborn as a demon under Lucifer's control. He is planning on ending himself-for good this time-when he runs into an angel named Frank. Even though it is forbidden, he can't resist spending time with him, and before he even realizes what is happening, he has fallen in love with this mysterious angel. Little does he know that their innocent romance is a part of something much greater which could ignite an all-out war between Heaven and Hell. ~~~ *trigger warning for suicidal thoughts and actions, violent scenes, and character deaths* Completed

"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

USA, 2034. Dopo una catastrofe nucleare di dimensioni apocalittiche, la popolazione si è dimezzata notevolmente. Il governo ha emanato un nuovo codice di leggi, secondo le quali il contatto fisico è proibito e punibile con la morte. Non esistono più droghe, alcol, musica, libri, arte. Non esiste il sesso, non esiste l'amore. Frank vive nei Bassifondi, e sogna un futuro migliore. Un giorno però, la vita decide di dargli una possibilità, ed è proprio grazie all'uomo più ricco e importante del paese, Donald Way, che conoscerà un mondo nuovo e sconosciuto, e grazie a suo figlio, Gerard, scoprirà che non tutto ciò a cui l'hanno portato a credere è buono e giusto. Ed è proprio così sbagliato desiderare così disperatamente di poter toccare la sua pelle, e baciare i suoi occhi, e sfiorare la sua mano?

"Che poi, probabilmente, l'unica cosa che piangerei sarebbe acido."