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blooming dreams (you have stepped out of it)

Written for Themis Typewriter Secret Santa 2021 Happy holidays, @kri-starzz. Thanks for the prompt! I'm sorry because I was kinda in a rush while writing this (just recovered from some back-to-back writing challenges >///<) and it's been a very long time since I actively use tumblr. Still, I hope you enjoy it!

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Rating: General Audience Fandom: Tears of Themis Characters: ( Marius von Hagen, Rosa ) Words: 2.2k Prompt: Pax will be releasing a new game and Marius asks Rosa to be a beta tester. It turns out to be an otome game and Marius has to sit through watching Rosa play the first chapter involving three virtual love interests.

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“And that concludes our plan for the collab.”

Rosa swears she is a good lawyer. At least she tries! But sometimes, her job forces her to take care of stuff she never encountered before.

“Is there any question?”

It should be alright. Rosa is only here for the legal aspect, making sure everything is according to the law. They will not ask for her opinion, right?

Marius von Hagen, the darned acting president who unfortunately cares too much for this collaboration, raised his hand. “Do you think we can expand the target market of the product?”

The developer blinks once, twice. “Pardon?”

“I've been reading the market research and it seems that the questions are mostly directed to people who are familiar with this genre,” says Marius in his serious business tone. “Since our aim is to introduce and market a physical product, can we expand the target market so it could attract people who are unfamiliar with the genre?”

The poor lady fell into longer silence. “I'm ... afraid it might take a bit longer because we need to collect more data. Especially for the close testing period. We need to find people who never engaged in a similar product—would be better if they never heard about the genre before—and coax them into testing the product.”

“We could ask the employees from sister companies. Give them special prizes for completing the close testing period? Meanwhile, the marketing team should propose ideas on how to attract new players, too.”

Marius looks at Rosa, causing the confused lawyer to suddenly shudder. Something bad is coming, and she is quite sure she will be dragged into whatever kind of problem Marius will encounter, whether she likes it or not.

“Oh, anyway, I have seen you not getting the hang of the product. Have you... never heard dating sims before?”

Oh no, she was right.

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Rosa still remembers the company that signed a memorandum with Pax because of Marius' dream of developing Pax's own intellectual property. Whenever the company comes up, he smiles the brightest, as if he is playing with his most precious child.

This time, the company wants to work with Pax Toys to produce their newest IP into dolls. What was it called, again? Ball-jointed dolls? Initially, Rosa was quite horrified when she saw the body sample came out of the box, but then a Pax's employee started to dress her up into a beautiful green-eyed brunette.

Seeing how pretty she looks with that flowing summer dress... makes Rosa understand why her mother owns so many baby dresses. She wants to dress her up too!

And then the developer began their presentation. Apparently, they will market the dolls by releasing a mobile game where players can date some male characters... and those male characters are actually the dolls that Pax will manufacture.

Suddenly, Rosa feels so out of the loop. The only game she plays is Candy Crush! Why can people suddenly have a boyfriend in a game?

And when Marius proposes his idea, is it out of genuine concern, or does he want to mess with her? Rosa is supposed to be here solely for taking care of possible legal issues, not to play games!

... if so, why is there a new icon on her phone's homepage, titled Unresolved Secret Case?

“Do you have any idea about dating sims?” Rosa asks him once they enter his office. The space is so vast, sunlight pours out gratuitously from the French windows, and the small bonsai tree is alive. Rosa wishes she can turn into a bonsai tree inside Marius' office, unbothered with whatever kind of innovation the president wants to make. “I'm—”

”—a casual mobile game player who plays match-threes?”

Rosa scrunches her eyebrows upon hearing a new term. “Match-three?”

Marius releases his breath. “Candy Crush. Align three items of the same color, and it will be gone.”

“Ah, yes! Match-three!” Rosa nods. “Yeah, I played games like that. Never like this, though. Do you have any idea how dating sims work?”

“I've played the ones for male,” the younger man shrugs. “Find cute girls, get to know them, choose a route, pursue them. Depending on the option, you can either date them or maybe have them kill you.”

The lawyer gulps. “K-kill?” Isn't it too extreme for a romantic plot?

“Oh, that's because I was playing a horror dating sim!” Marius answers in a hurry. “I don't know about the developers, but they did not say it's going to be a scary game.”

He walks around the coffee table before finally sitting on the guest couch. “Oh! What if you give it a try, and I'll help you out? I never played dating sims aimed for girls, but there shouldn't be much difference, right? Just find some cute guys, get to know them, choose a route, pursue them! Easy peasy!”

Rosa lets out a long breath and finally sits beside Marius. “I am married to my job,” she sighs, “but I never thought I will cheat behind it over... some pictures.”

Marius signals Rosa to huddle with excitement in his eyes, and the loading screen starts.

Is this... a test? But on what?

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The first guy is Rosa's boss.

“You can consider him as the MC's boss, if you want to dissociate yourself from the MC,” Marius says. “Just because the dialogue is using a second-person POV, does not mean you have to associate yourself with the MC.”

“Urm, what was MC again?”

“Main character.”

“Oh, right,” Rosa nods. “It's okay. He's my boss in the game. I used to play a lot of RPG with Luke, too, don't worry! This isn't any different than RPGs, after all!” She stretches her arms up. “Just... more text than usual...”

“Please bear with it,” Marius puts one hand on his chest as a sign of respect. “You are our prime sample to represent women who never play dating sim before.”

“Well, this is actually just like reading webnovels,” Rosa says as she taps more dialogues. “Except now I have pictures and background music to increase the immersion. Wait. I am getting more and more immersed. This is amazing!”

Marius grins. “That's the charm of dating sims! The story flows better with proper visualization, and—”

“Marius, what should I do?!”

In front of the screen, two choices have appeared. “Should I wake him up or not?” Rosa asks frantically. “If it were me, and I'm standing in front of a sleeping Mr. Wing—”

“Whoa, why do you think of Artem Wing?”

“Because he's my boss!” Rosa raises her voice.

“No, why do you see him as Artem Wing? This is your MC's boss, not Artem!”

Rosa freezes. “You're right. I'm associating MC with myself, when I'm not making choices for Mr. Wing. This is MC. She has her own boss! I can choose whatever I want!” And she chooses—

“Wait, Miss, the choices—”

to wake the boss up.

”—affects your intimacy points...”

“Eh? Intimacy points?”

This is going to be a long day.

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The second guy is, apparently, the main character's childhood friend.

“So they've been separated for years, and now they coincidentally meet again because of the case she's taking. How comfy.”

Rosa stares at the options for a long time, melancholy washes over her face. Marius runs his fingers over the lawyer's hair to bring her back to the real world. “Miss? What are you thinking?”

“This is just a game, right?” she asks without lifting her gaze from the screen.

“Just a game,” Marius confirms. “You can restart it if you want to. Try the other option, pursue the other love interest.”

“I want to avoid him.”

Marius stops for a second. “Why?” He immediately goes back to comb Rosa's hair with his fingers. “As the player, you haven't got to know him, so you will end up interacting with him. You can avoid his route, though. You know how.”

“What if I avoid him from the start?” Rosa mumbles, shooting a question for herself more than for Marius. “What if I avoid this childhood friend? What if I don't greet him first? We were friends, but it was before. Before he leaves. Before I was left alone with no anchor, no compass.”

“Miss...”

“Pretty sure the MC and her friend will be close again, though,” she continues her rant. “They will work together to solve the case, reminiscing the good times... but then they will go separate ways again and the bad feelings will resurfaces again.”

“Like an unresolved trauma?”

Rosa finally looks up. “Unresolved trauma. That's a nice name. It sucks to be left alone.”

Marius nods, hands moving from her head to her shoulder. “Because even when you're not alone, the ugly feelings still haunt you.” He gives a reassuring squeeze as Rosa's finger finally stops hovering on the screen. “So, what will you choose?”

Rosa smiles as if she has just shared a kiss with freedom. “I will choose options I will never choose in the real life,” and stops giving any intimacy points to the childhood friend.

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The last guy is an acquaintance of the boss.

Rosa blurts. “The song is so mysterious.”

She clicks the screen a couple more times, and blurts out again, “Even his appearance is so mysterious.”

Now, Marius reads the story along with Rosa, trying to keep up with her skimming speed. “Whoa, a card tower out of nowhere?” he comments. “The lighting is good, though. I like the art.”

“Your art appreciator side is out, Marius,” Rosa rolls her eyes. “But it makes him look ethereal and... still mysterious.”

“Are you intrigued?” Marius tilts his head. “I heard some people prefer mysterious love interests.”

“Well... maybe not me?” Rosa wonders. “He reminds me of my ex. You know, the one who motivates me to play guitar. He was the mysterious type, and I don't wanna date anyone like him anymore.”

“So... you won't choose him?”

Rosa shakes her head wholeheartedly before she comes to a realization. “Wait. Does this mean I'm gonna date my boss? But I'm not into him either!”

She puts down her phone and stares at Marius with her business gaze. “Mr. von Hagen, seems we have encountered a problem.”

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The developer team asks Rosa to keep playing and submit brief reviews for the three boys in the game. Since she has the time, the lawyer ends up playing all three routes with hopes that Marius will increase her pay after getting roped into dating fictional men.

/ “So... who do you like the most, Miss?” /

Marius is currently on a business trip, so he calls her to check up on the progress. “I think I'll put the childhood friend on the very top,” Rosa answers in hesitation, “but that's because he makes my main character feels relaxed. The interaction is fun and lighthearted.”

/ “And he was the first guy you avoid at the first chapter.” /

“Then again, no one really suits my taste... I should report that to the devs.”

/ “I heard they'll come up with a new guy, though. Turns out you're not the only one who can't find a suitable love interest in the game, so they'll add more cast. Can you try his route?” /

Rosa tries not to have high hopes. “And how much you're willing to pay me, Mr. von Hagen?”

/ “Hm... aside from overtime fee... is there any dessert cafe you want to check out? We can go together. All bills on me.” /

That is quite a good offer. “But aren't you usually the one paying for the bills?”

/ “Miss. Do you want to be paid or not.” /

Rosa only laughs, head hitting the pillows. “Yes, Mr. President! Of course this employee would like to be paid extra! See you, then!”

They end the call, and Rosa lets her phone fall onto the bed.

Weirdly enough, her current friendship with Marius is more fun than dating the game characters. Is that why she does not find the game interesting?

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The next day, Rosa meets the game developer. She introduces herself as the head of the character design team. “And based on your input, along with other testers, we finally comes up with one additional love interest. We will install the new version of the game into your phone, and while you wait, we will explain the new character to you.”

The awaited boy pops on the screen, his eyes have a certain teasing glint that complements his proud smirk. More than that, Rosa feels a sort of familiarity that radiates from the character design.

“Turns out,” the developer says, “we forgot to include the coquettish type.”

Wait, what? A playful type? Why is this reminding her of a certain playful acting president who invites her to eat cake...

“This might be the reason why some of the players cannot match well with the other love interest,” the staff continues. “And as usual, we will give him a hidden trauma to unveil in his route, so his character will have more depth into it.”

A playful type whose character is actually not that shallow... oh.

Oh.

Maybe Rosa has been waiting for him, all this time. Waiting for a chance to try dating him, to see how it feels to fall in love with him without caring about responsibilities and consequences. Maybe Rosa has been waiting until he crashes into her life.

“Miss Rosa, would you like to try his route?”

The dating sim newbie grins. “Absolutely!”

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #liv writes #marirosa #fanfiction #tt; secretsanta21 #whoa i forgot how to tumblr orz

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choc-chino · 2 years

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This makes me so happy and fuzzy and no words can describe it but! Thank youuu!! I love this piece so much, just Marius and the reader falling in love all over again in some random city hahahah lowkey betting they’re eating lv 3 malatang LOLOLOLOL

Secret Santa ‘21 — Storm and Moonlight

This is my entry for Themis’s Typewriter’s Secret Santa Event! The theme is fluff and christmas (with a little bit of inspiration from Taylor Swift’s ‘Sparks Fly’). Happy holidays, @choc-chino 💝 I hope you like it! Honestly, I was a nervous wreck because I couldn’t come up with anything at first, but, thankfully, here we are! 🥰 Enjoy, everyone!

Pairing: Marius von Hagen x fem!reader

It’s three hours before the clock strikes Christmas.

Your mind wanders aimlessly into its own fantasy—you think of the snow-covered streets in Stellis, of the cup of hot cocoa you could’ve been sipping right now, of the overly-decorated pine tree in the center of your living room that would probably be blinding you with the flickering lights wrapped all over it.

Ah, you let out a quiet sigh, I never thought I’d miss my hometown this much…

You catch a glimpse of the colossal round clock across the lobby, ticking the way it always does and with no plans of stopping at all. You somehow wish it spares you enough time.

Please, just a little more.

The speech happening upstairs inside the events place had just begun, and Christmas is not adjusting for anyone. Whoever thought and agreed to host such affair on Christmas eve must have a lose screw in their brains.

You and Marius had no choice. PAX had just launched its services internationally, and their new business partnerships with countries across Asia had become one of the most valuable and crucial investments the company has ever made. With this occasion the only social event one of the Asian partners had offered, Marius was left with absolutely zero chances of a peaceful Christmas eve.

“I should be returning upstairs,” you mumble to yourself, flitting your gaze from the glass windows to the lobby elevator. “But it’s peaceful here, and quiet, with no one around…” you quietly say. Will Marius agree to sneak out and join me here instead?

You let out a startled gasp as you sense a ticklish warmth on the crook of your neck. You instinctively angle your head to the side—only for your breath to be knocked away by the painfully attractive sight of your boyfriend. Marius…

You feel your cheeks burn.

“Oneee-san,” calls Marius in a somewhat teasing yet utterly soft voice. “What are you thinking about?”

For some reason, you feel embarrassed to admit that you were contemplating about sneaking out with him, of ditching the event so the two of you could spend time together. So you try to squeeze your brain for a fool proof response—but you end up shamelessly staring at Marius, whose head rests atop your shoulder, his lips on a knowing smile and amethyst eyes on a scorching gaze. You feel your face heat up again.

“Were you thinking of sneaking out, Missy?”

“I’m not!” You look away. “I know this event is significant to you,” you say, “even if I did consider sneaking you out, I won’t do it.”

“Fine,” says Marius as he pulls away from you. The slowly waning heat from his body causes a frown on your face, but his next words betray your claims as your eyes light up in eagerness. Marius leans down slightly for his lips to graze your ear, “If you won’t sneak me out, then I’ll take your hand,” he whispers, “and sneak you out instead.”

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You hear the solid drumming of your heart. Your footsteps are ringing in your ears. You hear your ragged breaths along with the sweet laughs coming out of Marius’s lips, and the chilly winds on this night of Christmas eve were but constant waves of nostalgia hitting your face.

It has been a long time since you felt this exhilarated.

Neither you or Marius have an idea of your whereabouts—this isn’t Stellis, after all, but a foreign place. That said, it’s the perfect chance to let down your walls and stop pretending to be proper souls.

Of all people, it is you who is entirely aware of what Marius needs to be in Stellis, of how he is expected to speak and act. It is only you who sees the exhaustion in his eyes and the sag in his shoulders after a day in the office. He isn’t even allowed to act recklessly or childishly in public, even when he is a child, a young adult of twenty-one still grasping the burden and responsibilities of life.

You halt your running, resting your hands on your knees as support as you catch your breath. Marius, on the other hand, still hasn’t stopped laughing as he watches you gasp for air. “Oneee-san, can’t you keep up with me?” he teases, “do you want me to carry you?”

“You wicked, wicked thing!” You do not suppress the grin on your face as you stand on your heels. “Marius von Hagen, I—oh!”

You hear the crack of your velvet stiletto, and you see light flashing in your eyes as you lose balance; though instead of colliding with the cold cobblestones, your small frame falls into the young von Hagen’s arms.

You take a peek at him, and you are immensely grateful that you did.

Suddenly it’s all Marius—so cliché, you think, but it’s true. You see only his lilac eyes staring right at you and you feel yourself melt in his embrace. His hands feel too big as they hold your waist, and for a moment you’re all breathless and flustered as you realize he just saved you from a nasty fall.

“Missy.” He doesn’t let go and instead, draws closer, dangerously closer to you. “Are you alright?”

You were about to respond, but instead of a word or two, only a light gasp escapes your lips as Marius teasingly squeezes the exposed skin on your thighs. “Missy, why are your cheeks all red?”

You glare at him. “Marius!”

His fingers travel higher on your thigh, his touch so electrifying you immediately slap his hand away from you. “Marius! I’m going to pinch your cheeks so hard it’ll sting for a month.”

“Sorry, just thought you needed some warmth.” He winked, but you notice that he isn’t entirely teasing you. Marius gestures to your silk dress. “Aren’t you cold? How are you surviving this chilly evening with a slit that high?”

“I’m okay, I swear! Don’t worry.” You smile up at him, your hands reaching to grab the lapel of his coat. You suddenly have an idea.

You tug slightly on his collar, bringing him closer to your face. “Baby,” you whisper, looking straight into his eyes. “Want to do something spicy?”

The moment his lips curved into a smirk, you knew the evening was off to a good start.

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“M-Marius!” You breathe out—almost screamed—when you feel the agonizing sting spreading like wildfire all over your tongue. “Water! Water, Marius!”

You fan your hands in front of your face as if your small fingers had the power to ease the hotness in your mouth. “Marius, what the hell are you doing?”

Instead of handing you a water bottle, you see your boyfriend stuffing big squares of chocolate cake in his mouth, bits of fondue smudged across his chin and cheeks like a little boy eating his birthday cake for the first time—devouring them nonstop perhaps to ease the spiciness in his mouth and completely oblivious of you and your suffering.

“Marius—oomf!” Before you could even react, Marius stuffs chocolate cake in your mouth.

He wears a goofy smile, a grin so wide that he almost has his eyes closed. “Yes, baby? Did you say something? I can’t quite hear you,” he asks innocently, batting his eyelashes. “Water, was it? How about you say sorry to me first for feeding me something so spicy I almost teared up?”

You stifle a laugh. Indeed, Marius didn’t expect you to feed him a (super) spicy delicacy—you had grabbed his hand and pulled him to food stall area, bustling with bright christmas lights and smelled as if it’s heaven on earth. You had bought him chocolate cake first before you caught sight of a nearby stall that sold hot desserts, and Marius, who had trusted you a hundred and one percent, didn’t even dare read nor ask about what that damned food stall had in store.

You can’t help but giggle. “What are you talking about?” You try to hide your face with your hands. “It’s not my fault that the oh-so-great Marius von Hagen couldn’t eat spicy foods at all,” you tell him, “besides, it’s you—”

You hiss in surprise as you feel coldness on your cheek—Marius has painted chocolate fondue on your face as if you are a blank canvas in his studio, and he doesn’t even look sorry about it. “Besides what?” he repeats, this time using two of his fingers to paint yet another sweet fondue on your forehead. “There,” says Marius in a satisfied tone as he draws nearer to you, “consider this as payback, baby.

“But don’t worry,” he adds, “I’ll treat you to something special.” He winks.

Somehow, you start to consider that this payback is a blessing. After all, instead of being punished for your deliberate feeding of spicy food to Marius, here you are—looking pretty with your new bunny headdress, and it even has movable ears! “Oh my god, this is… this is so cute! Marius, too cute!”

“I know I’m cute.”

You narrow your eyes but continue to simultaneously pull at the bunny ears, “Not you. The bunny headdress. And look at its ears!”

“Oneee-san, I’m starting to get jealous over here.”

“Come here, I’ll hit you.”

And there goes his puppy eyes and pout again. “Missy!”

He’s so cute, you think to yourself. Marius, you’re too cute. It’s starting to feel unfair…

Oh, but he is. Your gaze is fixed intently on him as he tries to pull the ears of his new fluffy puppy headdress—you take note of the way his lips curve in delight every time he succeeds, of the way his dazzling, dazzling amethyst eyes brighten in felicity—

Your breath catches as you finish the thought.

Every time he looks at you.

Right now, he’s preoccupied with the new stall in front of you: a small cart of cheap scarves and jewelry owned by a really, really kind old man. He says he’s heading home in a few to celebrate Christmas eve with his family, but he needs to catch up with sales first.

Looking at your boyfriend’s cheery grin as he converses with the old man, you know exactly what he’s planning to accomplish.

And you don’t know what, when, and how it all happened—it feels like a blink of an eye as you stare at the old man pushing his almost empty cart home. You give Marius a sideward glance—and you couldn’t suppress the rich laughter that comes out of your mouth.

Fully aware of how hilarious he appears, your boyfriend joins in on the fun.

Marius von Hagen. The Marius von Hagen, acting CEO of Pax—adorned with a neon pink scarf and a few more pastel-colored ones wrapped around his neck, four plastic rings on his fingers, and a “Merry Christmas” headband on his head. Your first thought was that he looked utterly hysterical he could be a circus clown; somehow you don’t feel any guilt with it. Ah, because it’s true!

As if to entertain you even more, Marius places a hand on his hips and twirls around before he walks on a straight line—just like a contestant on a beauty pageant, you realize, and you burst out laughing for the second time around.

“Goddammit,” you curse, feeling your abdomen burn as well as your breathlessness.

“Oneee-san,” he calls to you in the softest, painfully adorable voice ever, “are you done making fun of me? Aren’t you going to coddle me now, Missy?”

“Haha, s-sorry…”

“Pfft, look at you talk. You don’t even see yourself right now,” he huffs, crossing his arms. “You look worse than I do, seriously.”

“Excuse me?”

“You look like a homeless wreck,” he adds in a more teasing tone, “hehe, the slit on your dress looks like it needs sewing.”

Maybe your minds are indeed now connected, because the moment you take your first step towards Marius, he’s already a few feet ahead of you, running as fast as he could. His long legs serve him well as his head start, while you, unfortunately, are about to suffer from blisters from running barefoot on the cobblestones.

“Marius. Von. Hagen! Come back here, you brat!”

He’s slowing down, you think, and you prepare yourself for the long-awaited payback you’re about to give Marius. That’s it, he’s slowing down!

But your calculations are wrong. Instead of slowing down Marius has stopped entirely, and your mind breaks into a panic as you realize that you’re not strong enough to stop your pace all of a sudden—and as expected, you crash onto Marius… who had his arms wide open.

The force is too much that Marius deems fit to hold onto you tightly and twirl the both of you around. Your face is still buried in his chest, and you feel just how warm he is—so nice, so comfortable you yearn to stay there a little while longer. You bask in the sweet fragrance he exudes, of the sheer coziness he brings upon you that it takes you quite long to realize how Marius hasn’t let go of you yet.

“Marius?” You try to tilt your head to look at him, but he doesn’t budge and instead, tightens his embrace on you. His chin rests atop your head. Suddenly you feel long fingers caressing your locks. “Mm, what are you up to, baby?”

“Hmm? Hugging the love of my life, obviously,” he chuckles. “What do you think?”

You giggle against his chest, using it as your chance to hide your reddened cheeks. “I don’t know, suffocate me to death?” you almost snort, your fingers gripping tighter on his coat. “Well, I—oh no, Marius, is it…?”

“Shit.” Marius instinctively pulls away from you to remove his coat. He then hoists it above your heads as a futile attempt to shield you from the sudden rain—but to no avail since no weather forecast mentioned of a surprise icy battering ram in the middle of the night, one hour before Christmas day.

The two of you bolt running towards the nearest shelter—but the evening sky is like a shadow cast overhead and you see almost nothing save for the streetlights and Christmas LEDs wrapped around trees and houses; the rain shower adds up to the poor visibility in the area, but even so, there isn’t really a shelter nearby.

You and Marius are already soaked by the time he used his coat as protection anyway, so you halt running, leaving your boyfriend confused. “Shit,” he curses, sprinting back to you, “come here! You’ll get sick—”

“Marius!” You cup your hands on either side of your mouth as you call out his name a little loudly, trying to outdo the rain’s heavy showering. “The coat! It’s useless!”

“What?” he shouts back, “what do you—”

Marius is speechless when you grab his hand, tugging him happily towards you—you giggle when your face bumps against his chest even if your nose stings a little. “Ow, haha…”

But before he could even say something, you take his hand for the second time and, under the pouring rain, twirl yourself underneath his hoisted arm.

Right after it, you grab both of his hands this time and look into his still astonished eyes—the sight of it makes you laugh, and while you do, you take one step towards him, and use the same foot to step backwards. You slightly tug at him too, gesturing for Marius to emulate your movements.

Y/N, he thinks to himself. You want to dance in the rain?

Suddenly Marius captures your wrist and pulls your body flush against his. “You’re so fucking cute,” he says almost inaudibly before cupping your face with his wet hands, “i want to kiss you, i really want to.”

With those words—and a quick nod of approval from you—Marius draws close, closer, until you feel his warm lips brush against yours. It almost felt like he was moving in slow motion, his mere presence blurring everything around you.

Good, you think. Let it all go, Marius. Tonight, I’m all yours.

For now, you flay all pretend, all inhibitions. There are no one else in this deserted park, just you and him—for now, the only real thing is the softness of Marius’s lips against yours, the unhurried demand of his tongue drawing yours out, the electric shivers that races through you at his touch.

You sigh when he pulls away, but seeing how he grins at you excitedly, you figure it out in an instant: more blisters.

Haha, you think. Not that I mind.

You let out a giggle when Marius takes your hands, twirling you around—again, and again, careful not to make you dizzy too much. “Onee-san, no one told me dancing in the rain was this fun.”

He guides your hand to his shoulder, and he holds the other one, extending your entwined hands to shoulder level. His free hand rests on your waist.

“Remind me to take you out on stormy nights.”

Marius plants a small kiss on your forehead and, in one quick motion, spins you around—when your bodies face each other again, Marius secures you with a strong hand on your back and abruptly dips you so low you almost felt your head hitting the ground. Just like dancing tango, you remember.

And so you flex your leg and bend it upward in a graceful, almost sensual manner, then your hand pulls away from his touch to let your arm fly free to your side as he lowers your body.

“And remind me to set up lovely lights in my living room.” Marius lifts you back up with such great force, ensuing a gasp coming out of your lips. “So we get some pretty ambience while I waltz you all over it.”

Your bodies sway in sync, your fingers now running through his damp hair of midnight-blue—both your smiles are too wide that they are unmatched, eyes glistening with overwhelming delight.

“Y/N.” Marius fastens the pace of your dancing, his hand moving up to where your jaw and neck met. “I think I’m seeing sparks everywhere.”

“Haha, don’t worry.” Your laugh echoes across the empty park. “You’re certainly not alone.”

“That’s good to know.”

And so you danced with Marius, the love of your life, so blissfully it didn’t matter whether there was a storm or not—all there was were swaying bodies under the moonlit night of Christmas eve, two youthful souls having the time of their lives.

Your back is now against Marius, the movement of your bodies now slower; his hands are wrapped around you and his chin rests again on your shoulder. Caressing his face were your soft little fingers, your other hand placed atop his own. “You’re ferocious,” you chuckle, eyes closed as you sway mindlessly, “that, or my stamina has become all rusty.”

“I’m not Mr. Extreme Sports for nothing,” says Marius, his breath tickling your skin. “Hehe, maybe I also got a little too excited. It’s not everyday I get to dance with you under a storm.”

“You owe me midnight snacks, Marius.”

“Just midnight snacks? You’re making it too easy for me. Don’t you—”

Your sudden movement interrupts him. You panic when you catch a glimpse of your shoes, as well as the few scarves and paper rings you and Marius left on a nearby bench before you decided to dance the night away—you were too caught up in the moment, you almost forgot your belongings…

You grab your unattended things and walk back to where Marius stands. You’re smiling up at him, waving your free hand as you tread closer—only for you to be get a little confused. Marius wears not his usual grin on his face, his body now more tense; but his eyes, his eyes hold something different.

“Marius?”

He doesn’t respond, but his eyes are fixated on you.

Oh, it’s pretty unfortunate that couldn’t read what was going in his brain. Never you mind, though, for it is all you—all you in his head, all you in his heart. Every thought, every beat. You, you, you.

Y/N, he thinks to himself. She’s so beautiful.

Water rivulets were dripping from your hair down to your neck, collarbone, chest. Marius’s muse appeared utterly alluring underneath the iridescent moonlight.

So gorgeous, I want to kiss her.

Because even with your tousled locks and your sleeveless velvet gown all wet and bedraggled from the rain and mud, you still made his heart skip a beat—the sight of you enough for Marius to suddenly need a breather, to make the man lose his head.

I really want to kiss her.

You sigh in relief when you see him move from his once frozen stance. “Gee, Marius. I got nervous thinking something happened to you—”

Gripping your shoulders, Marius leans forward to selfishly claim his second kiss tonight. You wonder if kissing you was what he was thinking moments ago. Ah, but that doesn’t matter now…

Your arms instinctively wrap around his torso, his slender hands finding comfort on your waist. “Sorry,” he says, breaking away for a millisecond to whisper against your lips, “but you look so beautiful, I couldn’t tame my greediness tonight.”

“Marius—”

He kisses you gently at first, but after a while, his kisses grow hotter, more fervent—and you willingly part your mouth so his tongue could enter past your lips.

His lips… So soft… You feel your cheeks heat up as your thoughts run their own will. Somehow you already know what you want for Christmas.

You pull away, your breathing slightly ragged. “Marius,” you breathe, “do me a favor.”

“What’s that?”

“Want. You,” you say, still catching your breath from all the kissing you just did. “Exquisitely wrapped as my Christmas gift tonight, with a pink ribbon on top.” I wonder how he’s going to take this jest of mine…

Shit, you think, seeing Marius just openly staring at you. Really… Why did I make such a lame joke while we’re being intimate…

“I love you.”

You instantly tilt your head, staring back at him. “What?” you ask, dumbfounded.

His hands still resting on your waist, he tugs you a little closer. “I said,” he repeats, his amethyst eyes brimming with euphoria and admiration, “i love you. Y/N, I love you.”

You unconsciously tighten your grip on his shoulder, and with the threat of tears in your eyes you confess so keenly to him, “I love you too, Marius. I love you too.”

Marius almost flinches. Shit. Critical hit.

And then there’s silence between you; comfortable, at the same time thrilling. You hear the strong drumming of a heart—yours? His? You have no idea. All you know is that this evening is one of those nights you won’t forget, ever.

At a loss for words, all that escaped past your lips was a single word: “O-okay.”

But his lips curve into that smile again, and in a low whisper, you hear him say it back. “Okay.”

It was only then that the two of you realize it’s not raining anymore. The cobblestones are still damp, some steps still muddied. For whatever reason the streetlights now flickered a mix of melancholy orange and yellows, and the place got even quieter.

It feels like the world is giving you and Marius all the time, space, and chances you need for tonight.

You feel aching on your foot. You look down on your toes, seeing blisters all over your feet. But Marius’s shadow snags your attention, and you see him offering a hand to you.

“It’s time for us to return home,” he says. “Hop on my back, I’ll carry you to the car.” And maybe we could dance in the empty parking lot, too.

“Okay.” You wouldn’t admit—even if it was already obvious to him—that you’re still shy and flustered from your confessions this evening, so you keep quiet the entire time.

You hop onto his back, his strong hands gripping on your thighs to prevent you from slipping away. When your arms make their way around his neck, falling all the way to his chest, you feel yourself getting flustered again—he smells so good.

Marius easily carries you. He begins to walk back to the hotel parking lot, a comfortable silence hanging over you. Suddenly you hear his digital watch beep a few times.

“Y/N.” Marius angles his head slightly to the right to get a glimpse of you. “Thank you for tonight,” he says in a low, sweet tone, “merry christmas, baby. And just in case you haven’t processed it yet—Y/N, I’m certainly drunk in love with you.”

“Yeah.” You bury your hot, reddened face in his shoulder. “Me too.”

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #tot secret santa #THANK YOU SO MUUUUUCCCHHH!!!!

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Anyway if you’re from the US and you ever wanted to know what tumblr feels like from a non-USAmerican perspective (please note that the rest of the world is not a monolith either and none of these apply without exception):

Everybody’s talking about brands and stores you’ve never seen in real life. You generally assume they exist, but they might as well be one giant prank the rest of the internet is in on.

You find a post that just sounds wrong. It makes no sense. It’s like OP lives in a weird alternate reality. 9/10 times, it’s just some USAmerican Thing.

You’re still not entirely sure how much an inch is. Or a foot. Or even how many of the former there are in the latter. You maybe know your height in feet and inches.

You have no idea how much a pound is. You’d also like to know how the fuck pound shortens to lbs.

What the fuck is “military time”

Somebody talks about some legal process or something similar. They don’t mention which country’s legal system this pertains to. You know anyway.

People talk about politics. None of it pertains to you. Many posts contain guilt tripping. “How can you not care about this?? Why won’t you reblog this?? People need to know this about x candidate for y position!” You’re busy trying to stay on top of the political landscape in your own country.

You pick up some random slang from the internet. Monkey see monkey do. You’re called racist. You didn’t know it was AAVE. You learnt it from black letters on white background, not from the mouths of people whose faces you could see. How would you have known? You try to unlearn it.

People tell you that you must publicly denounce Chick-fil-A or you’re homophobic. You don’t even know what a Chick-fil-A is.

People say you don’t know LGBTQ+ history. What they mean is you don’t know USAmerican LGBTQ+ history. Nobody cares about your country’s history.

You’re “called out” on using an “offensive” term. It’s (a direct translation of) a completely harmless word where you live.

People expect you to have an idea of how far apart 2 USAmerican states are. You barely know geography past your country’s immediate neighbors.

You randomly switch between British and American spellings. Nothing’s real and there are no rules.

People talk about multiple hour car rides and you get twitchy just thinking about it. You suddenly understand why USAmerican cars are so big.

Somebody talks about school shooting drills. You only ever had fire alarm drills.

You see a cool statistic. The study’s only about the US. It’s unfortunately of no use to you.

People misuse/misspell words and names from your native language. It’s tiring.

(You feel sorry for the French. Nobody should be allowed to mangle the word déjà vu like that.)

You’re still not over the fact that USAmerican school children are supposed to say that pledge thing every morning. You’re never getting over that.

You still don’t know why the men are fresh or what the fuck a sophomore is.

Who the fuck pays up first and then fills up gas??? That’s made up, right??

Everybody has a weird obsession with some comfort food you’d never even heard of before you signed up here.

Fellow non-USAmericans, please add anything else you can think of.

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choc-chino · 8 years

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Yes. Yes indeed

I love that scene in Night at the Museum where ur like “oh shit a scary mummy oh nooo” and then IT’S JUST THE CUTEST BOY IN THE WORLD

#night at the museum #tutankhamun #reblog #cutie pieeeee

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choc-chino · 8 years

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when your friend friggin’ slays on the her universe runway <3 @adriuh you are amazing girl!

#SLAAAAYYYYYY #modelling #wonder woman #DC #coolest attire ever gosh #reblog

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choc-chino · 8 years

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we can all agree that autumn is a nicer word than fall

#fob is my laf don't you agree #fall out boy #pun #reblog

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choc-chino · 8 years

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@geek-fashionista AHEM

Tbh it’s such a tragedy that the paladin helmets don’t have little cat ears

#sidekick!adrien au #cat ears #helmet #nekomimi helmet #oookkkaaayyy

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choc-chino · 8 years

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For the blood stain, I DO NOT suggest detergents. Instead, use fatty cleaner like the super small chunk that used to be your bar soap. Wet the stain, rub the soap on the stain, wait for a minute. Hand-wash the stain. Rinse. Repeat if you need to. If it's clean, then you can wash it along with your other dirty underwear.

It works charm to pretty much ALL MY PANTIES because I can never predict my period. Even if you got lazy to wash, this trick will always do wonder to me.

Oh, and save up protein bars for hunger emergencies. Or bananas, if you need healthier option.

Vitamin A, D, E, and K are stored within your body fats. B and C are not, they bond with water and get disposed along with your urine. Watch out for these two. Take multivitamins to ensure your amount of daily vitamins, especially vitamin C and B.

Notice your poop and pee. At least you should poop once a day to avoid hemorrhoids (it's AWFUL), the color should be brownish, not too floating but not too sinking. And pee often to avoid urinary stones, make sure the color is clear. I drink milk/eat yogurt to induce poop.

Take breaks when you work. Position your gadgets and laptop and PC in the best way. Take a look at real plants, not pixelated ones, to refresh your eyes. Repetitive Strain Injury (RSI) is real and it's the worst.

In summary, don't throw away your small chunk of bar soap and LISTEN TO YOUR HEALTH CLASS.

my parents aren’t teaching me life lessons.

#i need some adults to TEACH ME SHIT ABOUT LIFE

#adulting #so many advice #I haven't adulting yet but why not?#although I'd like some advice for Indonesians too sobs

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choc-chino · 8 years

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But imagine this: Miraculous Ladybug + Steins;Gate AU

In case you don’t know, Steins;Gate is my favorite anime along with madoka magica. I think this AU will also become a reverse!harem, too, considering there were at least 3 person crushing on her canonically (Nino. Nath, and Chat). Everyone is aged-up, at least until college, except for the Chamacks.

Read about Steins;Gate here.

Cast:

Marinette as Okabe. She loves designing, but instead of fashion, she does product designs. Especially, futuristic-style designs. She declared herself as Ladybug, the designer of the future. This time, she designed a Phone Microwave (name subjected to change) that should have been able to power on a microwave by sending text.

Alya as Daru. She’s the tech wiz, that’s obvious. Hacking Mayor Bourgeois’ website? Simple. Hacking SERN’s, that’s what you call as a challenge. She also loves anything related to superheroes and goes to Comic-Con along with Nath every year.

Nathanael as Mayushii! He’s sweet, has become Mari’s childhood friend and she’s also the one who comforted him when his grandma dead. He loves to draw and has a huuuge crush on Mari, but Mari was too dense to realize that. And also, he works at Rose’s cafe as a “butler” waiter. His hands are super gifted and soon he takes not only fanart commission but also cosplay dressmaking.

Adrien as (none other than) Kurisu. Originally I want him to be Okabe since he would be a perfect chuunibyou mad scientist, but the real Kurisu has problems with her dad and Mari does not. He won’t be a tsundere, but he would be a super shy kid whose chuunibyou side appears sometimes. Mostly when he’s drunk. Mari would call him “Papillon” since Agreste is a type of butterfly. (well, it’s just a reference to butterfly effect).

Moeka would probably be Juleka, or Sabrina. I haven’t decide.

Any idea of possibly androgynous/transboy character to be Ruka? Currently, if Sabrina becomes Moeka, I thought Juleka would be Ruka, but in Reflekta, she’s actually quite feminine. Maybe Alix, too?

Rose as Faris NyanNyan. Her family line is the one who entitled Paris as the romantic city. She owned a famous restaurant well-known for its romantic ambience, and she worked together along with Nath. Sometimes Mari and Alya would visit them for quick (discounted) bites and chats. Although I still have to revised the Rainet battle, because Mari is great with games, anyway. We can’t have a UMS3 battle.

Nino as Suzuha. He listens to techno music, but his actual favorite was ABBA. He prefers to do mixtapes, too, instead of 8tracks playlists.

Nadja Chamack as Mr. Braun, and Manon as Nae. They have an electronic store underneath Mari’s apartment, but Nadja always use her 42″ tube TV to watch. A lot.

And dum dum dum, here goes the plot with spoilers:

The beginning would be just the same. Summer 2010, Mari attends an event with Adrien as a speaker. He came back from New York to spend his summer holiday in Paris. Mari saw him dead, but after sending a text message to Alya, somehow the world shifted and he’s alive and well. How?

We got intro to Marinette’s harem buddies and D-mails. Turns out the Phone Microwave is a time machine that can be used to send texts to the past. Also, SERN has attempted to send people to the past, but always failed.

Adrien visit the Future Lab since he wondered what was Mari said. Somehow, he became a regular Lab Member. Together, they figured out how to use the D-mails. He also manages to create the Time Loop Machine that can send people’s memories to 48 hours ago, causing a time loop.

When the time loop machine was finished, the Rounders led by (Juleka/Sabrina?) caused havoc in the Lab. Nath was murdered first. Mari use the time loop machine in desperation to save him.

Dum dum dum there goes the angst.

Nino’s arc: Nino was named after his father, who has a child with Alya. They meet in a comic-con. Alya died after childbirth, so doing the mission to go to the past would allow him to know his mother better.

Alix’s arc: Since he is currently a boy, of course he would ask for a date with Mari. Their date went awkward at first with Adrien constantly banging his head, but at the end they spend their time watching action movie, skating in the park, and eat fries a lot. It was a fun dating experience.

Rose’s arc: With her father being alive, Paris is no longer romantic city, only famous for fashion. She had a hard time to let go, but at least she manages.

Nadja is FB.

Nath’s arc: Mari realizes that she tried to save him not only because he was her friend, but because she actually likes him. Adrien and Alya have to talk to her, and it was kinda hard for her to realize, but eventually she did. She was reluctant to let Adrien died, but Adrien convinced her that it would be as if he went back to America and never came back. In alpha worldline, he would always be alive. The next day, Alya use the IBM5100 to erase Mari’s D-mails. At the end, we can see Mari and Nath spending time together as lovers.

Adrien’s arc: Adrien, who is not use to socialize, was quite late to realize his feelings for Marinette, but Mari was worse. Since her only focus was to save Nath, she ignore everything else. Before she attempted to use the time loop machine, Adrien snapped her out of it (are you going to let yourself become heartless?) while accidentally, implicitly, admit his feelings Marinette realized that Adrien has always be there for her and also admits her feelings for Adrien in a form of a kiss. Adrien convinced Mari to move back to beta worldline where he was dead, and they kissed again in blossoming love and heartbreak (cue sappy quotes regarding to Einstein’s relativity theory and the hippocampus). When Adrien tried to tell Mari that he loves her, Mari has already moved to beyond 1% divergence. She vowed to love Adrien and erase her persona as Ladybug.

True end: Well you already know what happens here

If you have any idea or you want to do something with this headcanon, go ahead!

#steins;gate #miraculous ladybug #ml steins;gate AU #headcanon #long post #adrinette #whoa this is long #i need to write a fic of this #mostly the romance in adrien's route #and their meeting in steins gate worldline aaaaa #also cue gabriel as evil daddy

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