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revasserium · 7 months

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bodies between us

marius; 1,614 words; nsfw!!!, fem!reader, straight smut, mating press, cumming inside, "jiejie"

summary: marius... fucks.

he has never thought of bodies as expendable things — not in the least because it’s not how he was raised. but mostly because he knows that, for the most part, it’s how people expect him to think, and he’s always taken a vindictive pleasure in being contrary.

but here, like this, with you tucked beneath him, breathless and shaking, your fingers digging crescents into the muscle of his arms, your voice pitched and breaking as he slowly fucks into you — he thinks he can start to understand why people might ruin themselves to chase a high like this.

“f-fuck, jiejie… you’re s-so tight…”

you peer up at him through tear-soaked lashes, your bottom lip caught in your teeth as you whine to the rhythm of his hips, rocking into yours, the slick slap of skin on skin toe-curling in it’s indecency. marius groans, letting himself fall forward onto an elbow, leaning down to mouth at the smooth expanse of your neck, bared before him like an empty canvas. how he longs to paint your skin in bright blooming patches of blue and green and purple, rings like daisy-chains in the shape of his teeth.

“m-marius… please…”

he hisses out a breath at the plea in your voice, feels the coil in his stomach tighten as your cunt flutters around him, your walls clenching down, making his spine curve, his pace stutter. he gasps for a breath that he has long since poured into the warmth of your mouth, his lips searching for yours even as your head tips back in pleasure.

“so — so desperate, hm?” he says, teasing his tongue along the line of your collarbone, trailing down till he can mouth at your hardened nipples, relishing in the way you hiccup when he laves his tongue across one peak, his free hand coming up to tweak at the other, “so… sensitive…”

you grapple weakly at him, hiccupping as you feel him dragging along your walls, grazing the soft spot at the base of your belly, whimpering as he angles himself towards his, rolling his hips into yours to brush up against it again and again and again.

“marius — ah — hah… n-no f-fair —!”

he lets out a soft chuckle at your words, groaning unrestrained as he hoists you up higher over his hips, fucking into you even as you try to squirm away from him, the spit-fire tingles wreaking havoc on your body as his cock rams against your cervix making your vision go fuzzy round the edges. your hair is a haloed mess on his silken pillows and the way you pulse around him makes him want to scream.

“who said — anything — about — fair, hm?”

his teeth sink into the soft of your tits, your skin muffling his loud moan as he swirls the sensitive nipple in his mouth, teasing it till you’re tugging at his hair with desperate fingers, your body overwrought with pleasures and sensations. vaguely, you feel his fingers close around your throat and you’re happy to let your eyes flutter shut.

he thinks he’d never get tired of this, of seeing you splayed out beneath him, the perfect image of wreck and ruin, the remnants of his lust, his love, scattered along your body like sand dollars on an expanse of eggshell beach. he wonders if you’d ever use them as currency — if you’d let him spend it like bus-fare, to map out every single dot of your pleasure, connect them into constellations.

he wants to know the stories you could tell with the pictures he paints across your skin.

“n-ngh! yes!”

your voice strikes through him like lightning, twisting tight the coils of pleasure threatening to burst in his belly as he jerks against you, pulling him out of his thoughts as he reaches out to bend you clear in half, pressing your knees almost to your shoulders as he fucks down into you.

“t-tell me… am i… doing g-good?” he’s breathless with it, panting, no longer trying to hide the whine in his voice as he chases after your high and his.

he wants to hear you say it, knows that it’ll only take so much to push him over the edge.

“mm — fuck — marius — s-so, so good — !” you’re writhing beneath him, “ah — ah… i’m — ‘m gonna cum!”

“f-fuck baby — cum — c-cum on my cock — lemme feel you — f-feel you cum all over me — make me a m-mess jiejie please —”

marius lets himself go, doesn’t try to stop the filth that runs past his lips, gasps as he feels you clench down around him, your cunt milking him till he’s tipping over the edge as well, the both of you moaning as he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, moaning thick and deep as you kiss him back just as hard, sucking his tongue into your mouth.

he licks heat into the space behind your teeth as you both shudder against each other.

you whine as you feel the heat of his cum spill into you, making you hiss as he twitches inside you.

grinning, he reaches down to run a lazy thumb along your swollen clit if only to feel you jerk and try to squirm away. he smirks, holding you still even as you struggle half-heartedly against his movements.

“m-marius — i-i can’t —” there are tears welling up along your bottom lashes and marius tuts at the sight.

“c’mon… just one more — i know you can do it —” he gently rocks his hips into yours, his semi-hard cock still dragging along your fluttering walls as you squeeze your eyes, still raw from you recent orgasm, the heat still so close it’d be so easy to toss you over just one more time.

“n-no… i — ‘s too much…” you try to shake your head but marius hums as he expertly flicks at your clit with his thumb, making your entire body arch up into him.

“such a liar, jiejie… see? you’re almost there… lemme see…”

“h-hngh… marius — marius —”

you tug weakly at his arms even as you feel the rush of heat and wetness, your abused pussy clamping down weakly over his softening cock as you shake through another orgasm. marius groans, leaning back to watch the sticky white of his cum leak out of you around where he’s still plugged into your thoroughly abused hole.

“mm… so pretty…” he grins, bright-eyed and cocky as he slowly pulls himself out of you, biting back another satisfied groan as he watches the way your hole squeeze around nothing.

“that was — that was mean…” you say, wincing slightly as you twist over to one side and reach for the wet wipes on the beside table. marius laughs, grabbing them for you and tugging one out to wipe you down.

“but you liked it, right?”

you blush, shooting him a half-hearted glare, your cheeks red with post-coital heat.

he takes his time cleaning you up before wiping himself off and collapsing into bed beside you.

you snuggle in close, pressing your forehead against his chest as he runs an idle hand through your hair.

“don’t ever leave me, okay?” he whispers, pressing kisses into the line of your hair.

you nod, hooking your ankle over his as you inch in closer.

“i wasn’t planning on it.”

marius wraps his arms around you, humming contentedly as he takes a deep breath.

“good…” and then, after a moment, “cause i don’t think i can stand the thought of anyone else making you scream like that.”

you swat at his chest, “marius!”

he laughs, keeping you held tight to him, “what? it’s true! i — i think i’d go crazy if you ever left me… knowing that someone else was with you like that…” and you can hear the pout in his voice without having to look up to see.

“i — i don’t think i’d want anyone else like… like that…” your words trail off into silence as fire creeps into your cheeks. they’re honest words, you know, but still, saying them out loud like that —

“good!” marius sounds like a pleased schoolboy as he snuggles you in closer, nearly suffocating you against his chest before you forcibly push him away for some breathing space.

and neither of you say much else, but you can feel it like an exhaled breath. you feel it in the softening of limbs like the gentle rise and fall of the tides. marius shifts around you, your bodies slotting against each other like the sea returning to a stretch of long-forgotten shore. and marius thinks, in the seconds before he drifts off into dreams, that there isn’t enough money in the world to spend on a moment like this.

that if his body were indeed and expendable thing, if by some strange twist of fate it became a single-use thing, he’d still choose to use it with you. because he thinks he’d still fall in love with you, and he’d still give his whole life to find himself here, just here, lying beside you, even if it were the last thing he could ever do.

next to him, you twist, turning towards him, already asleep.

and he thanks the gods that his body isn’t an expendable thing, that for the rest of his finite life, he gets to spend each infinite moment with you.

tot requests are open!

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emmimimii · 9 months

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eek realized my last two post lagged out and didn’t post and my drafts be gone too but…

“Stop Staring, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before”

“Keep going, you haven’t found your prize yet”

(THE EXPRESSIONS ARE TO DIE FOR IM GONE)

#lu jinghe #marius von hagen smut #tears of themis smut #tot smut #izumi kei #marius tears of themis #lu jinghe x reader #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader

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icypopz · 3 months

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with an expressionless + calm s/o ♡

↬ from anon ; if it's okay, could i request marius and vyn with a female reader who is mostly expressionless and calm and very hard to impress or fluster?

↬ notes ; marius von hagen (lu jinghe), vyn richter (mo yi) x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; hihi first post of 2024 !!! also i switched it to gn!reader, i hope that's okay :> marius is so silly ueueue,,, also i'm not sure if i interpreted the prompt correctly i hope u like it ! T_T

↬ warning(s) ; none

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

[ marius von hagen / lu jinghe ! ]

marius and you make quite a pair. while he's rambunctious and whiny, often acting like an overgrown child around you, you're his polar opposite - calm and quiet, watching his tantrums with only the barest hint of a smile. people tend to wonder how you put up with him, but the truth is that the two of you balance each other out and bring out the best in one another; you're the ying to his yang.

whenever he's upset about something like the old men in the pax board of directors nagging him, marius will always come rushing to complain to you. he adores how you offer him a listening ear and a third-party opinion, and your tranquility always helps chase away his irritation. he always says you're like the sun pushing away the storm clouds of his anger. as the heir of pax, he's grown up around people always attempting to gain his favour, so marius really appreciates your ability to judge any situation objectively, even those involving him. it's a breath of fresh air to actually get scolded by you whenever he does something nonsensical instead of always being praised no matter what he does.

as for you not getting flustered easily, rest assured that marius will still try his absolute hardest to do so. when his usual trademark playful smirks and winks don't seem to work, he has to up his game, switching to super lame pickup lines which succeed only at making you laugh instead of flustering you (he still counts that as a win). however, he loves seeing even the smallest changes in your expression, such as you being unable to meet his eyes after he peppers kisses all over your face, or you burying your face in his shoulder after his hands travel under your shirt... even if you aren't as audacious with your expressions as he is, marius loves you wholeheartedly for who you are.

more content utc !

[ vyn richter / mo yi ! ]

vyn is actually quite similar to you, he's not the type to have wild expressions or wear his heart on his sleeve, so the two of you get along really well. he needs to be calm in his field of work in order to get people to open up to him, and you're just naturally a very serene person. even vyn feels at peace when he's around you, as being around you is a welcome break from his hectic life running the giannovyn mental health research center.

as a psychologist, vyn is well-versed in analysing body language or facial expressions to determine what someone is thinking. however, since you aren't a very expressive person, vyn becomes more attuned to your needs by communicating verbally with you instead of just assuming based on your body language. you both rarely argue as the two of you prefer to discuss your disagreements in a calm manner instead of getting too heated and saying things you don't mean. vyn also does his best to always ask you for your opinion on everything, from dates to presents, and in this way he manages to keep you as the world's happiest romantic partner.

you not getting flustered easily isn't something that bothers vyn, because he himself isn't someone who actively teases you that much. however, he adores seeing even the slightest changes in your expression when he does something for you, like when your nose scrunches up because you're trying not to cry happy tears, or your wide eyes when he surprises you with another grand gesture - it all feels like those are special sides of you only he gets to see. and that is exactly why vyn always goes over-the-top in extravagant preparations for you, whether it's growing your favourite flowers in his garden or baking you the perfect pastries - he loves you so much that he does everything he can to see your happy smile.

✧ thank you for reading ! if you have a request, feel free to send it in 🌠

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byeol-ssi · 2 years

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Heloo! I loved reading you "sharing a bed" trop it was amazing 😭 would you mind if i request one with the tot men? 🥺

Your work stays awesome as always 😭😭

hearts sealed by starlight

✦ artem wing. luke pearce. marius von hagen. vyn richter. x gn!reader

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW, although slightly suggestive jokes are made in marius' part) + various tropes. slight spoilers for luke's part if you've never played through his personal story.

artem wing *. ⋆ fake dating relationship

"ARTEM?" your tentative voice comes out as a whisper of sound.

artem hums in response. it was beginning to feel like, somehow, the silence had gotten louder now that you were both settled in for the night — with you occupying the bed, and artem laying on his makeshift cot on the floor.

your head pops out from above, and you look straight into his eyes with what seemed like surprise.

"you haven't fallen asleep." a statement, not a question.

work had been exhausting, to say the least. on the other hand, he was uncharacteristically wide awake despite the fatigue he'd accumulated throughout the past few days.

artem sighs through a smile. "it appears you haven't as well."

a beat. then, "would you like to come up and talk?"

"about?"

"anything, really!" your head peeks further out in your sudden burst of excitement, the blanket around your shoulders slipping. "let's just think of this as a sleepover. we can even share the bed!"

his forehead creases, "we never discussed, nor drafted a written testimony, should an event like ... bed-sharing occur during our agreed time together within the scope of our contract."

"artem, it's fine. it's not like i would file a lawsuit against you." you shook your head, laughing. "i probably wouldn't win anyway. so, come up."

he frowns. if he was being truly honest, the contract and terms were there more for his sake, since artem doesn't really know if he could control himself around you without them in place.

but then you're already scooting over, and he finds himself swiftly slipping in beside you.

the sheets rustled as adjustments were made, and you both soon realized with slight, sinking, horror that the bed was much smaller than you anticipated — evident in the way your skin inevitably brushed against his with every movement.

you clear your throat, offering him a sheepish smile. "i think people will definitely believe our story now ... but you still seem worried."

"although i do trust the judgment of celestine and my peers, i sometimes wonder if i'd gone too far in trying to protect my reputation," he admits quietly. "i'm likewise ashamed for involving you like this."

aside from the strain that came regularly with his responsibilities, artem found himself under extreme pressure and criticism from his environment.

somehow, being single while he neared his thirties labeled him as "unreliable and untrustworthy", and the firm subsequently saw a decline in clients.

this unfortunate reality is what brought him to you. by agreeing to become his pretend (keyword being, pretend. other synonyms included: fake, not real, an act) romantic partner, artem would be able to secure his image.

"hey. we do what we need to survive." you slid a hand across the bed and threaded your fingers with his. "and also, i've never been this happy before. so, i want you to stop burdening yourself with guilt."

he swallows, trying to ignore the warmth that spread from your touch and your voice — so soft and incredibly kind.

artem throws an arm over your stomach, keeping you as close as possible. skinship and other forms of physical contact were deliberated upon prior to this entire scheme, although nothing in your agreement explicitly stated that these had to be made only within public view.

artem only hopes you don't report him for taking advantage of this loophole. "you might fall off," he reasons out.

fitting yourself against the length of his body, your answering smile is warm, sweet, and playful. "swear to fall with me?"

"i swear," he vows, and nothing more is exchanged between you that night. when the moon rises high enough to peek through the clouds, you've already fallen fast asleep in his arms.

and artem stays awake throughout, wondering if he should someday reveal the truth of his worries.

what he expressed earlier wasn't a complete lie, but truthfully, he's becoming less concerned with preserving his name the longer he spends in your presence and focusing more on figuring out how to keep you as his.

because artem no longer cared if this was all fake, as long as he could stay by your side.

luke pearce *. ⋆ reluctant allies to lovers

"you never said anything about us sharing a room," LUKE snaps brusquely, trapping the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "i only agreed to this because you insisted that we could find a potential cure around here."

"just think of it as a vacation! you don't need any added stress, so don't worry about it and have fun. but not too much fun, if you catch my meaning. also, try to keep your hands to your —"

luke promptly ends the phone call as he steps back into the bedroom. two lamps had been left burning by the bedside tables, casting the space in a soft, warm glow.

you were already tucked into bed, cream-colored sheets dipping with the shape of your figure. you look up when he enters, setting the tablet in your hands aside. "was that doctor aaron?"

luke nods, dropping to the armchair. he rubs his forehead, trying to center himself. he's aware that he was being irrational, a far cry from his usual self.

the tension hanging precariously between you both wasn't the most ideal as well — another issue he admitted to being the cause for acting so cold and standoffish.

you purse your lips. "is something wrong? did he have any new leads?"

"no, no. he was just ..." playing matchmaker where his services were clearly unwanted, his mind provided. he coughs into his fist. "checking in."

an awkward silence ensues, one you break by nodding to where he was sitting. "okay ... are you sure you're comfortable sleeping there?"

"i've slept in a lot worse places. this is fine."

a sigh leaves your lips. "you don't have to. we can share, alright?" you propose, more forcefully this time. "i'd rather not have dr. aaron find out and scold me for not taking care of my patient."

ah, right. it wasn't unusual to find yourselves paired up frequently and you've played plenty of roles together in the past — albeit begrudgingly on luke's part.

and when you accidentally learn about his illness, you agreed to become his nurse/investigative partner as per the meddlesome doctor's request.

why? luke has absolutely no clue.

it takes all of his self-restraint to not glare at the bed, which would be the bane of his existence for the next ten hours.

"fine," he concedes. he lifts one side of the sheets, revealing your bare legs underneath. there wasn't anything remotely scandalous about your nightwear, but he squeezes the phone in his hands, terrifyingly similar to how a scandalized victorian woman would clutch her pearls.

he placed the gadget down with much more force than intended, and hopped into bed as quickly as humanely possible.

a cool palm — yours, he realizes — presses itself unannounced on his forehead, brushing away his bangs. he sits up jerkily, confident he was redder than a tomato.

"luke, you look like you're burning up. have you taken your medicine? how about some water?" you soothe gently, raising your hands to show you meant no harm. "or would you like me to leave? i can find somewhere else to stay the night, no problem."

and this is exactly why he dislikes working with you.

he doesn't even know you that well — has been trying not to learn more, has been doing his utmost to keep his distance — and yet, you relentlessly look out for him without making him feel as if he was glass.

and all luke wants to do is surrender.

he blew out another frustrated breath, stubbornly denying how you made him feel. it wouldn't be right. it wouldn't be fair. he shouldn't aspire for the bond between you to develop into something more.

not when he'd be leaving you too.

and so, he remains resolute in his decision to push you away — like all the other times in the past.

before you got too close. before his heart fell any further.

"it's nothing," he rasps, swinging a leg over the bed. "you should get some rest."

"do you ... want me to hold you?"

luke's entire brain halts, as does his attempt to escape. "wha — what?!" he sputters, heat climbing up even further on his cheeks.

"i heard it helps," you shrug. a yawn eclipses the next words that leave you. "doctor aaron said so."

he almost groans. luke should decline. conjure some sort of excuse or half-ass lie. drive the wedge between you even deeper than it already is — once and for all.

yet, when he clears the thickness lodged in his throat, something else comes out of his mouth entirely.

"yeah?"

you nod, motioning for him to come closer. "yeah."

he blinks. just this once, he convinces himself.

"okay." his nerves settle when he shuffles hesitantly into your waiting arms. his arms wrap around your torso as you settle back down on the mattress, burrowing deeper with his weight above you.

your hand starts carding through his hair, the sensation so relaxing that his eyes begin to droop shut. without thinking, he breathes you in, calming his heart in the process.

after a long while — when more stars eventually come out of their slumber and take their place in the night sky — you whisper, "are you feeling much better?"

he does. but that didn't mean he wanted to let you go.

"could we stay like this a bit longer?" he mumbles, lips grazing your collar bone.

you don't deny him. "sure, luke. as long as you want."

marius von hagen *. ⋆ arranged marriage

"you can take the left side," MARIUS offers, quietly going around the hotel room and flicking off the lamps.

you embrace the soft pillow in your hands a little tighter, trying to ease the nervousness quivering in your stomach. you find refuge in the queen-sized bed — which was ironic, considering that the bed was the last place you should be in given your present circumstances.

"is this another one of your cheesy pick-up lines?" you joke, attempting to lighten the subtly-charged air by adding, "because you're always right?"

the corner of his lips twitch the slightest before he shakes his head in amusement. "i am. but also because you always sleep on the left."

the sky had already deepened to a purple haze that reminded you of marius's gaze as you regard one another silently for a drawn-out beat.

your eyebrows draw up when his observation slowly sinks in, and you likewise couldn't help the suspicion that laces your tone. "i do? how do you know that?"

"you're my spouse." he shrugs easily. the bed shifts as he settles in next to you; the rustling of covers accompanying his movements. "these are things i should know."

you ignore the way your pulse trips over itself. instead, you flipped on your side to face him, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "but we've never even ..."

marius raises an eyebrow, and the smirk that followed after spelled purely of mischief.

"what? slept together?"

at your appalled expression, marius tips his head back and bursts into laughter, his hair a splash of color on the satin sheets. you're certain the warmth surging up your neck could rival even the hottest of stars.

"why would you phrase it in that manner," you grumble, sitting up and smacking him playfully with a pillow.

it was true. you've been married for a couple of months now, but still slept in separate bedrooms. he'd generously offered you a space of your own at his own house, and you'd always managed to get adjoining rooms during business trips.

this time, however, your parents were adamant about finally sending you off on a honeymoon they planned and prepared for — much like your marriage, and everything else that concerned your relationship — when you both initially refused and made excuses to take one shortly after the wedding.

his arm shoots out to grab hold of the pillow, bringing it down to catch a clearer view of your face. he stares at you for a few seconds, his expression softening, but his smile never slips.

"i check on you every night whenever i arrive home from work."

oh.

"and despite how spacious the bed is, i somehow always find you taking up the left side," marius continues, completely unaware of how your heart just shot itself up your throat.

"it's not really meant for one," you answer breathlessly, awkwardly huffing out a laugh. your hands fiddle with the edge of the pillow, "maybe we should start ... you know."

"sleeping together?" he unhelpfully — and too cheerfully — supplies.

your entire face bursts into flames again, but you refuse to let it show. "yes. you're my husband." you stick your chin up, feigning nonchalance. "it's only natural for married couples to share a bed. it'll also allow us to become more comfortable with one another in the future."

he'd be yours for real, if only you knew, and if only you asked.

carefully, he brushes your cheek with his knuckles, the ring on his finger glinting in the dark. "if it's alright with you."

"it is." you lean into his touch. certain you won't be running away from him anytime soon, he opens his arms out to you.

you duck your head to conceal your smile, laying your cheek against the center of his chest.

"but only sleep. no funny business, mr. von hagen."

marius wonders if you could hear the beating of his heart sounding out your name.

"i would never. sweet dreams, mx. von hagen."

vyn richter *. ⋆ childhood best friends to lovers

a hesitant knock resounds on VYN's bedroom door. he glances at the grandfather clock, takes note of the time, and smiles inwardly.

it seemed like you'd never changed.

"come in," he calls out.

the door creaks open, and your head peeks in first, your shoulders and the rest of your body obscured behind the polished wood.

"hey."

"good evening. was the bedroom not to your tastes?" he asks, something that sounded very similar to amusement lacing his voice.

embarrassment flickers across your face before your eyes narrow in defense. "no, you know exactly why i'm here. can i please stay?"

"you're very welcome to. come in," he repeats, already fixing the sheets and fluffing the pillows to your desired liking.

you finally step in, closing the door behind you and heading straight for his bed. he stifles a laugh when you flop down — ruining his handiwork — and pat the space next to you.

he complies, although he settles in much more gracefully. "i presume you were experiencing some difficulties falling asleep?"

"it's nothing new." you nod, throwing the duvet covers across both of you. it flutters down similar to a butterfly's ceasing wings, cocooning you together.

"you're aware that i am a licensed psychiatrist, right?"

"how could i ever forget your two doctorate degrees?" you snort, rolling your eyes playfully. "you only mention them like — all the time."

he chuckles, lightly pinching your nose. "do not play smart with me," he tuts fondly, evading your attempts to swat his hand away.

you tackle him into an embrace instead, which he reciprocates. when you've both quieted from your fit of laughter, his hand moves to rub circles on your shoulder blade.

"still, you know that i can help you with this." he urges, more earnestly now.

you shook your head. truth be told, your response is one he's already predicted, but it wouldn't hurt to try and convince you once more. convince you like he's done for several years already.

"you're my best friend. i don't want you to take a look inside my brain. that's just weird and scary," you'd whispered to him on an evening similar to this. only this time, the features he's long memorized on your face were a whole lot younger.

"why not?" vyn prods. "it wouldn't change anything."

"you can't promise that. not when there might be something truly wrong with me. or even worse, you'll bear witness to pieces of me that might lead you to regret ever becoming my friend."

'impossible. i adore you too deeply, and cherish our memories together too fondly, to ever consider any part of you unsightly,' he'd wanted to argue back then.

he only refrained from doing so and bit his tongue because that would mean upsetting the delicate thread in which your relationship hung.

it would mean crossing the line of platonic and leaving the safe barriers of "in-betweens". and vyn was not about to hastily gamble it all away with a poorly thought-out confession.

neither of you needed to say it aloud, but losing one another was yours, and his, greatest fear.

"nah, s'okay. i fall asleep just fine whenever i'm with you." you yawn, bringing him out of his fleeting flashback while you snuggle deeper into his side — far too close to be "just best friends".

"really now?" he murmurs, masking the satisfaction that fills his heart and threatens to bleed into his tone. he presses you closer to his chest, his other hand wrapping around your waist, intent to hold you like he's done so, so many times before.

you hum, looking up at him one last time with a dazed smile on your face. "yeah. your bed is always much more comfortable than mine. maybe i should find one similar to yours."

or you can stay here, in my arms, forever, vyn thinks. he doesn't mind waking up with dead, aching, limbs for the rest of his life as long as your face was the first thing he woke up to each morning.

"sleep now," he tucks your head underneath his chin. "or else you'll keep me up all night with your rambling."

"you adore my rambling," you add petulantly.

even though you never said the words to each other, both of you knew.

"i do. now, rest. wake me if you must," vyn says over your head.

i love you.

"mhm. good night, vyn."

i love you too.

✦ byeol’s notes: just to be clear, these were submitted waaay before i closed my requests. i worked on this quite late since i wanted to prioritize my event first, so i apologize for the exremely long wait!

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ohthemis · 1 year

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I saw your pregnancy headcanon! So wholesome and lovely ❤️. Now what would be their reaction when you tell them u want a baby?

tot boys when you want a baby

characters: all

ARTEM WING

stars in his eyes. he's shocked at first (thinks you're messing with him)

"are you serious? you're not joking around?" "of course."

pulls you into the tightest hug ever. suddenly he's thanking you and everything.

"god, i love you so much" "i love you too." "thank you, thank you, thank you."

if you're trying for a child, he literally tracks your ovulation with those period tracker apps.

"let's try in 2 days." "not that i'm complaining, but that's oddly specific." "it's your ovulation date."

promises the world to you. he's just so ecstatic.

"i'll be the best parent. i swear." "of course you will." "you won't even have to lift a finger."

MARIUS VON HAGEN

absolutely no shame

"you look nervous, did you think i wouldn't agree?" "no, but..." "let's start now, in fact!"

he exhibits no self control and maybe that's why you love him

"no worries, mc! together, we'll be a baby making machine!" "please never say that again" "why not?!"

probably the least stressed over it out of the four. and in a good way.

"are you not scared at all marius?" "of course i am! but why wouldn't i be happy about this? i'm going to have a baby with you, mc. i'd say my happiness far outweighs my fear."

he knows it's going to be hard, and he's going to be cheery for that reason.

"you know, in a few months time, both of us are going to feel like absolute shit. so why not enjoy now?" "is it really that simple?" "it is for me. it's not hard for me to be happy when i'm around you."

LUKE PEARCE

he's so in love with you it's disgusting

"i'm excited thinking about it, mc." "i'm excited too." "i can't wait to see little us running around wrecking the house. it'll be the best part of my life."

scrapbooks everything

"are you sure we need a picture of the pregnancy test?" "of course!" "if you're sure..."

practically glued to your side

"does anything hurt? you need to puke?" "i feel fine, actually." "maybe you should take a day off..."

he prefers to build the furniture for the baby room instead of buying

"would this shade of yellow be cuter or should i change it to the more orange-y one?" "are they not the same color?" "you're right. the first one is better." "???"

VYN RICHTER

super serious about the whole thing. not fucking around.

"having children isn't easy. are you sure you want this?" "yes, i'm sure, vyn." "i trust you, you know that. but this won't be like anything else we've ever gone through."

tries to fully plan it out to the best of his ability. sounds like a medication ad.

"have this. it helps with body ache and immunity." "it smells weird." "it's safe and healthy. your tongue might not love it, but your body will."

if you're trying for the baby, he's suddenly in touch with the top OBGYNs and pediatricians.

"meet your new OBGYN, my love." "what's wrong with my old one?" "there were too little "top 1 in the country"'s on her resume."

god bless him, he's doing his best

"you have 132 open tabs on babies?" "if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right." "we'll probably need less news articles and more pregnancy tests."

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the-travelling-witch · 6 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐦: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐱

pairing: marius von hagen x gn! reader

prompt: gift shopping + movie night

miscellaneous masterlist || hollysm event

When you came home from your gift shopping trip, you were exhausted, the bags you were holding seemingly weighing a ton. Marius next to you, however, looked as lively as life itself, the grin on his face not able to possibly be any bigger.

Of course, the shopping trip had been his idea but you had easily agreed, considering the approaching holidays and your lack of presents. Only when you had arrived in the city, though, did you remember something integral: Marius’s willingness to buy just about anything your eyes landed on for even a second.

“I still think the gem drop necklace would’ve suited you well,” the man next to you said, setting down his bags before taking the ones you were holding. Initially, he had offered to carry yours too but you wanted to do at least that much yourself.

“And I’ll remind you again, I already have a similar one,” you sighed affectionately. “One that you bought for me, actually.”

“So?” He shrugged his shoulders way too casually when your eyes had nearly bulged out of your head when you saw the price tag. Cupping your cheek, his amethyst eyes were softer with love than the pads of his fingers felt against your skin. “You should have options to choose from, so don’t hesitate to be a little greedy. For you, there should only be the best.”

Smiling up at him equally as fond, you placed your hand over his, slowly stroking over his slender fingers with one of yours before humming pensively. “But I already have you, how could there be anything better than that?”

Your squeal echoed around the house followed by your giggles as Marius swooped you up into his arms, spinning you around before setting off towards the living room. Apparently, Vincent had been working hard as you were gone, because the house was tastefully decorated with boughs of holly, fairy lights and sparkling ornaments.

“You can’t just say something like that and expect me to ever let you go again,” Marius chuckled as both of you plopped down on the comfortable couch. The festivities were still a while off but he looked like a child on Christmas already. “So, did you already think about what you want to watch today?”

“Hm, it’s a tough call,” you laughed, thinking about your options of Christmas movies. “Do you want to watch the obligatory story of a high-strung business woman falling for the guy moving to the city and opening her eyes to the beauty of Christmas? Or rather one about a rich prick falling head over heels for a woman that’s made out to be very plain but is actually super attractive?”

Marius tapped his chin in mock contemplation for a second, his lips quirking up into a grin at your sarcasm. “Let’s go with the first one. I already know all about rich pricks falling for stunningly beautiful people.”

At the end of his sentence he tapped your nose affectionately and your cheeks heated up consequently. Then you regained your composure and playfully jabbed your finger into his chest. “Marius von Hagen, you’re not a prick. You’re very sweet and attentive.”

“Who said I was talking about myself?” He laughed as you muttered a ‘Maybe you are a bit of a prick’ under your breath, then wrapped his arms around your middle tighter to subsequently bring you closer. “Well, you are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met, both inside and out, so maybe it’s true. I definitely think you changed me for the better.”

From up close you could study him without trouble as your hands framed his perfect face the same way your knees bracketed his hips against the cushions. Caressing your thumbs over his cheekbones, you felt his arms unwind from you so he could settle his ringed hands on your waist.

Then, you leaned forward until your lips brushed his soft ones. The tips of his midnight blue hair tickled your skin as you deepened the kiss and Marius tugged you impossibly closer. One of your hands wandered to the back of his head to grasp at the soft locks there and he groaned breathlessly. There was no rush from either of you, your slow and sensual movements completely in sync as your hearts beat in unison against your rib cages.

When you parted for the sake of breathing, Marius’s violet eyes sparkled as if you just hung the entirety of the stars in the night sky. Holding his gaze, one of his fingers mapping out the path from your jaw down to your collarbones, was like looking straight into the universe.

“What’s this? Can’t resist my charm any longer, darling?” You could see right through his cocky exterior, your boyfriend betrayed by the redness blooming across the tip of his ears, making his silver studs stand out even more.

“Mhm…” Humming confirmentally, the blush dusted his cheeks under the pads of your fingers as well. No matter how much he teased you, he was never prepared for you to reciprocate and turn his game onto him. “I’m just being a little greedy.”

“Ah, seriously…” Marius buried his head in the crook of your neck, making you giggle. But just when the vibrations travelled against his lips, he closed them around the skin there to leave his mark on you. “The things you do to me…I know I said you changed me for the better, but in one aspect I’ve become much worse since meeting you.

“When it comes to you, I’ve grown much greedier than ever before. So, won’t you give me every piece of you? I’ll gladly give you all of me in return.”

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 1 month

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First Dates (Luke, Marius, Artem, Vyn)

Cw: Fluff

NXX boys x Fem! Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Luke

Luke’s style seems to gravitate towards stuff like them park dates and county fair dates, so that’s what he does for your first

He picks you up early on a Saturday morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. You're almost annoyed because no one should be so perky before 10 am in the morning. And he doesn’t need coffee rude

The two of you stop for a quick breakfast before descending on the theme park

After that you run through the usual culprits: twirly rides, house of mirrors, a couple roller coasters (before lunch, not after), pretending to be scared at the haunted house rides

he shows off his aim at some of the game booths winning you exactly what you want

You even manage to convince him to do face painting with you

In all honesty, it feels like being kids again. Except kids don’t hold hands and find secluded areas to make out

In the evening you find a nice little hill--scratch that, the two of you are definitely sitting next to each other on the Farris wheel while you watch the fireworks

Marius

A date with Marius is upscale. You definitely need a fancy dress which he has no problems paying for

It comes in two parts

First he takes you to an art gallery. One he totally rented out for the night

You’re more than happy to watch him smile and talk about his art. He always lights up and sometimes loses that mask of the rich little shit and it is a treat

You spend several hours there, but he’s mindful of your comfort. Heels are a bitch to walk in for long periods of time.

When you’re ready to leave, Marius takes you to a super fancy restaurant. You went a little pale when you saw where you were going, then reminded you that Marius has the money to volunteer to give you ridiculously expensive dogs. A private reservation overlooking a quiet park is no biggie for Mr. Acting President von Hagen.

All in all, it’s very nice. You can’t get out of being the object of his teasing and no matter how fancy the joint, he still gets full named.

Artem

A first date with Artem is classic. Dinner and a movie.

The two of you ended up going back and forth about who picked the movie and diner, eventually settling on you picking the movie while he picked the diner.

You did your research and picked something that would appeal to both of you. A reshowing of a timeless chick flick: The Titanic (Is the Titanic a classic in 2030?)

Artem makes sure he has plenty of tissues he knows you’re prone to crying at the end

Afterwards, you two have an in depth debate over whether Jack and Rose would have both fit on the door. He tells you that if that ever happens, he’ll make sure both of you survive.

For diner Artem takes you to a nice Mom-and-Pop restaurant. It turns out he’s been going there since he was a kid and the proprietors are really happy to see that “Artie finally found himself a nice girl. It’s about time.”

Despite their gentle teasing, the food there really is some of the best you’ve ever had

Of course, Artem drives you home himself and walks you to the door

Vyn

And last, but never least Vyn “here are my red flags” Richter

On the scale of fancy to classic to casual, Vyn ends up bringing you on a date that rates somewhere between fancy and classic. It’s classy, it’s upscale, but it’s not oozing “I run a conglomerate” either

He takes you to see a ballet or an Opera. Swan lake, maybe, Something refined, much like your date

Of course, you have very good seats. Vyn wouldn’t have anything else.

After the show, you go to a quiet, but upscale restaurant. It’s one well known for it’s wine, which the guy is an absolute stickler for.

Vyn is a complete gentleman the entire time. Really, he always is. Treating you with nothing but the utmost respect, despite his concerning manipulative tendencies and you enjoy seeing a glimpse of what Vyn is like when you’re not calling him Dr. Richter.

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kazumist · 1 year

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WHAT LOVING HIM FEELS LIKE .ᐟ

✩ — includes: nxx men x gn!reader. reader is not rosa. fluff <3. no cws. wc: 589. please reblog !! it would help a real lot. jinghe = marius, xia yan = luke, mo yi = vyn, zuo ran = artem (just to avoid confusion!).

lu jinghe — !

the times where he would endlessly tease you until no end, the smirk that you oh so wanted to wipe off of his face still stitched onto his features as his confidence was very much loud between the two of you. loving lu jinghe can be quite messy. the times where you’d stay in his studio watching him paint and you hadn’t realized that you dozed off until he shook your shoulders to wake you up. or the times where you’d get mad at his idiotic teasing as he continuously apologized to you.

although loving him can be messy, it can also be nice and caring. the small moments where he would softly smile at you while you two were on a small date in a dessert shop, you could already sense the love he holds for you through that small glint in his eyes if you stared back at him.

xia yan — !

sweet as candy and as affectionate as he can be. that’s how he loves you; you’d never leave his mind if you two were far from each other. he’d try to spend a lot of time with you; who wouldn’t want so many memorable moments with their beloved? the little instances where you would randomly bump into each other on the street and soon spend the rest of your time together, whether it was just watching films with cuddles or just playing around in xia yan’s antique shop.

sweet, is how you would describe what loving xia yan feels like. the excitement in your chest when you see him means that you know that you will have a great time with him again today. but there will also be a few butterflies in your stomach as he makes you blush, but he blushes harder than you.

mo yi — !

as much as he enjoys music, loving mo yi is like playing the same track over and over again. it’s a never ending feeling of joy and fondness you hold for each other. even if you replayed this track, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. no matter how much you two bond over music, it doesn’t matter because your favorite track will still be his expression of appreciation for you.

the track containing his soft words of confession towards you—how could you get tired of it? it’d make your heart flutter every time. although most flowers would wilt, you, being his rose in his heart, would never dwindle, for he would cherish it with the utmost care and love it more than anything. the rose in his heart could never wilt like other flowers, could it?

zuo ran — !

a balloon making it’s way up in the air before slowly popping. it’s how zuo ran’s heart would explode every time he was with you. he wonders how a person like you could be with him, but he isn’t complaining. he’s quite grateful that he’s got someone like you with him. the blush creeping up to his cheeks as you fix his tie because it was messy while the two of you are alone at his office is something that he can’t quite control as he tries to regain his composure and stop himself from stuttering.

loving zuo ran would be a nice feeling. a bit cliché during some moments, but overall, it’s just a nice feeling to have. delicate feelings in each other’s hands, his being with yours, and vice versa. it was fragile—this was fragile. but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right?

#( writings )#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #marius x reader #luke x reader #vyn x reader #artem x reader #lu jinghe x reader #xia yan x reader #mo yi x reader #zuo ran x reader #marius #luke #vyn #artem #i think i like this one #will most likely flop but oh well

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yanderelucy2 · 1 year

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First Love or Last Love

Would Tears of Themis Male Leads prefer to be your first or last love? This is simple not story laid out, just what they'd prefer.

A/N: I am not a professional writer so there will be grammar mistakes and lines that don't make sense, this is in no way whatsoever canon and most likely won't fit the MLs' personalities well enough and I apologize for that.

Disclaimer: some may include possesive characteristic!

Artem Wing: Last Love

He would rather die with you, any love before him is irrelevant. All that matters to him is life with you, and that your love is everlasting through eternity. Love through the afterlife and living life. He doesn't mind if someone once occupied your mind, if for the rest of eternity your mind is occupied with him.

Marius Von Hagen: Last Love

He could never picture a world without you, your love lasts even after all red roses in the world wilt and go extinct. He's mindful of the power of first love, but that's his drive and desire to be the best and be all you could ever want. He will spoil you in love and riches until you're drunk on him, but he will even take care of you to make sure you don't break as fragile you are. (:O this was so hard)

Luke Pearce: First Love

He has been with you from the very start, if someone else took his place he'd never recover. He must be your first, at everything. No one else is allowed to hold your hand and run through life with you. He trusts you and himself to never leave. Even if he passes, he trusts you would stay loyal with that gold on your last finger.

Vyn Ritcher: First Love

He could never recognize the thought of you ever loving someone that wasn't him. His jealousy doesn't allow for it, he understands the naive first love and how it truly sticks in one's mind. His heart doesn't rationalize you being in love with others, no matter what he must be the one and only love of your life.

I myself prefer being a first love because I have jealousy issues...

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artemstellation · 2 years

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tot men + catching their significant other staring at them with lovestruck expressions.

artem wing...

.... is taken aback ― he's certainly kind of used to a relationship, but at moments like these, he thinks that he's just pursuing a new relationship, because he doesn't know how to deal with it.

is further taken aback when you lean forward and kiss him hard, but soon finds himself reciprocating with the same, if not more, fervor. he wants you to know how much he's grateful for your presence in his life, and how much he loves you and the way it pours out of his very being for you ― and you, only.

quietly decides to himself to try and be more affectionate with you, and it's evident in the way his hand gently and slowly slips into yours and he tenderly squeezes it, twining his fingers with yours, or how there's always a peck on your forehead every time he sees you, even if it's only been a few minutes ― he's absolutely enamored with you, and he wants you to know it, through his silent care and affection.

marius von hagen...

.... stops in his tracks when he first notices it ― but then he's back to his usual, teasing self like nothing is out of the ordinary, however, it's all a facade to hide how flustered he is from you.

though that persona drops again when you kiss him, he can't have you knowing that, can he? that's why he'll kiss you harder (and makes it into a pseudo-competition again). but deep down, he knows that you understand what he means through his touch and through the hidden tunes of affection from his words ― and he finds himself immensely thankful for that.

he definitely makes it another competition between the two of you on who can make the most declarations of love to the other. he can, and he has, told you some of the most ridiculous proclamations of love to you, and he takes pride in them, but you know that's just his way of saying he loves you. so what better way to reciprocate? proclaim yours even more ridiculously (he adores it).

luke pearce...

.... is the human personification of a combination between a ripe tomato and a fully cooked lobster (or alternatively, luke is so red and steaming that you can probably cook something on him). he's utterly speechless. lord give him strength, he thinks, but unfortunately for him, it is not his day.

somehow possibly grows even more sanguine than he was before when he's kissed, and ceases all functions immediately. he's a husk of a man, for his soul has ascended (give him another kiss and he'll be right back to the land of the living). and then he gives you the most shy of pecks, because he cannot look at you in the eyes, lest he combust right then and there.

luke is petty. very petty. will get you back by trying all methods of getting you flustered and ruffling your feathers (ha, peanut-), but all playfulness aside, he significantly grows more softer than he was before (somehow, yes, that's possible). his heart soars with joy every time he sees you, and he wants you to know it, feel it. but judging by those expressions, you probably do, but there's no harm in amping up his efforts, is there?

vyn richter...

.... remains the most calm and collected (on the outside only). he's a master at hiding his feelings, and this occasion is no exception either, but he does send a soft smile your way ― it's his way or reciprocating.

becomes more open with you ― even if it's just a little. tells you more about his days, and about the little things that he notices through the day, be it about the people around him, or about something he saw on tv. he just likes hearing you talk, and that look in your eyes makes him want to melt in his place, and he just can't have enough.

spoils you even more than he probably does. he's rich, he knows that, you know that, everyone and their grandmas know that. he's awkward when it comes to genuinely expressing his affection and thus, does it in the best way that he knows he can. his gifts are thoughtful ― ones that you can definitely find a use for, and that you can use for a long, long time. finds himself smiling ear to ear when he sees you using his gifts, and maybe, just maybe, you'll find a new side of him opening up soon.

✦ notes; oh my god. it has been so long since i've last been here, and i am so sorry for that ― as a senior in my last year of high school (which is really important where i live), i really haven't been able to find time to write at all. i am so sorry for all those requests i wasn't able to finish back then, but i promise i'll try and write more soon! tysm for being patient <3

― rine

#(🐅) rine's musings #tears of themis #artem wing #marius von hagen #luke pearce #vyn richter #tears of themis artem #tears of themis marius #tears of themis luke #tears of themis vyn #tears of themis x reader #zuo ran x reader #lu jinghe x reader #xia yan x reader #mo yi x reader #yikes i did not realise that i hadn't posted this

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emmimimii · 10 months

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BACK HERE TONIGHT FOR THE 3RD ANNIVERSARY HEAT

some brief translations for the very very nice interaction clips (aka touching the ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) zones )

If y’all dk what I’m talking about you might wanna check the official Weibo out, it’s voiced and all

In order of release (I fucking refreshed till Marius came out my baby)

Luke x Abs

“It’s a little weird, but… I don’t hate it” (probs referring to being tied up)

“Stop…stop… you’re being opportunistic/ taking your chances”

(Honey you’re tied up, you might as well be grilled in perfect medium rare)

Artem x Chest

“Is this angle ok?” (Not sure what he’s referring to, we need to know what MC is doing)

“Am I really breathing… that rapidly?” (You’re blushing and all but in terms of breathing you need to check Vyn out)

Vyn x waist

“I didn’t think - the one who couldn’t catch up (to the rhythm) … would be me”

“If I say we should end, will you stop?”

(Honestly I’m just wondering how we got this shot - angled too high and where is she standing THE STOOL?)

Marius x Collarbone

“stop staring, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before” (ARE YOU REFERRING TO YOUR NIPS CAUSE YOU LOOKED THERE OR ARE U REFERRING TO SOMETHING MORE)

“please continue… we haven’t found the prize yet…” (fuck yea we haven’t and we’ll take our time searching)

God bless mihoyo for genius creations and god sent men but pls bless our pulls too

Ok I’ve screen recorded the interactions so I’ll post that separately cause I CAN ONLY POST ONE PER POST.

#lu jinghe #marius von hagen smut #tears of themis smut #tot smut #izumi kei #marius tears of themis #lu jinghe x reader #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader

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rrrrinmaru · 1 year

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the taste of vanilla on your lips

wc: 923 rating: T

When he shows up before you in an ice cream truck, the first thing you do is check the date.

“It’s not April Fool’s yet,” you tell him, brows furrowed even as your lips curve up of their own accord. “What are you doing in that thing?”

“Making an honest living,” Marius replies, one arm braced against the counter as he tilts his head at you. From this angle, you can see the sharp slant of his jaw when he grins at you. “Is the pretty lady interested in ice cream? I’ve got every flavour under the sky in my truck.”

You stare at him, torn between exasperation and amusement. This isn’t the first time he’s shown up in an ice cream truck, but this time you aren’t at HoyoLand and he’s not in the signature uniform.

He’s dressed casually. A white T-shirt with a rounded collar sits loosely on his shoulders, and the usual over-jacket is nowhere to be seen. There’s a dark blue apron tied around his waist and neck. Marius looks younger than usual, looking the very picture of a university student sneaking out to do some part-time work. It’s like a breath of fresh air, watching the way his lips curl as he grins at you.

And you’re in a park. You’re honestly surprised there aren’t more kids running up to try and buy ice cream from the handsome man in the eye-catching truck. The sun sets in the horizon, casting a gentle orange glow over the place, and the light catches on the bridge of his knuckles when he braces his palm against the roof to lean out.

“So, what’ll it be, pretty miss?” He asks, eyebrows raised as he smirks at you. “Are you a classic type of girl, or more adventurous? Vanilla, or cereal and milk?”

“You have cereal and milk flavoured ice cream in there?”

“I have everything you want,” Marius says smugly, giving you such a self-assured smile that you can’t help but want to kiss it off his face. “Have your pick. Everything in this truck is at your mercy. And we have an ongoing discount! Two for the price of one, a special treat for our thousandth customer.”

The charm that rolls off him is effortless. You try to resist it, maybe give him a hard time for driving an ice cream truck all the way here, but you’re helpless to the twinkle in his eyes.

You hope it’s not too self-centered to think that he’s here for you. Marius certainly didn’t pick this park out of the entirety of Stellis for no reason.

“Vanilla,” you decide. “Two scoops.”

“You only get to pick one,” he tells you, already ducking back in to scoop ice cream into a cone. “The other one is a surprise!”

You huff, shifting your weight from side to side as you wait for him to be done. Instead of handing you the cone through the main window, however, Marius turns to the door.

The door to the van. As if he intends on leaving.

You stand there, surprised as he does just that—he unties the cute blue apron with his free hand and slips it off his neck, hanging it up as he goes down the steps.

“For the lucky lady,” he says, offering the cone to you with a flourish. “Happy birthday, jiejie.”

The flush rises almost immediately. You put a hand to your face, trying to cover the redness of your cheeks. “I didn’t—how did you know? Did I tell you before, in the past?”

“I checked your ID,” Marius replies playfully, pulling at your hand to drag it away from your face. “No need to hide such a pretty face. Here, one scoop of vanilla ice cream.”

You grab the cone, trying to focus on tasting the ice cream instead of looking at Marius. But you can tell that he’s staring at you, one hand tucked lazily into his pocket as he smiles, and the flush stubbornly stays on your face.

“I thought you said I could get two scoops,” you point out in a weak attempt to change the subject.

As if on cue, Marius puts on the worst shocked expression ever. His eyes go comically wide, mouth dropping open in surprise as he pretends to gasp, and he looks at you like you’ve discovered the secret to world peace.

“Why, jiejie,” he says, smile clinging to his lips once he’s done acting. His fingers interlock with yours, grip tightening slightly like he wants to make sure he’s holding onto you properly, and he tugs you close.

“I said it was a two for one deal. Everything in the truck is at your mercy. Including the ice cream man, you know?”

“You—!”

Marius laughs, swinging your entwined hands lightly as he watches you get flustered. “I’ll get you another scoop if you really want one, jiejie. The actual ice cream man should be coming any minute now. I just borrowed his truck to surprise you.”

Ah, you think, seeing someone round the corner and head straight to the truck. He waves at Marius, giving a meaningful look in your direction, and your fingers twitch around Marius’ hand when Marius nods back.

“How about it?” Marius points at the newly reclaimed ice cream truck. “Want another scoop?”

You shake your head. “I’ve got everything I want right here,” you whisper, and squeeze Marius’ hand.

He blinks, surprised, and then it’s his turn to try and hide his flush behind the palm of his hand.

(a/n: written for a friend! happy birthday 🥳 )

#Tears of Themis #marius fanfic #marius von hagen #marius x reader #marius von hagen x reader #tot fanfic #marius imagines #marius headcanons #rin writes tot #lu jinghe #lu jinghe x reader #lu jinghe fanfic

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calqlate · 10 months

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i just had a thought: see you in my 19th life with marius as moon seoha and the reader as ban jieum (more utc, not spoiler-free (includes spoilers from both the syimnl webtoon and tot))

like jieum, reader remembers all her past lives and by some stroke of luck, becomes the daughter of some wealthy man (after being poor in all of her past lives, she's ecstatic that she's born with a silver spoon in this life). so, she decides to just chillax and take her present life easy.

the reader becomes friends with the von hagen brothers because her parents are close with austin and carenina. she's 6 years younger than giann and 4 years older than marius (she's born in 2005). the reader is marius' first love and marius is constantly gushing about his jiejie to giann and tells him that he hopes to marry her someday (to which giann approves of, but tells marius he needs to toughen up and be a reliable man that the reader can rely on). the reader has also taken a liking to marius and can imagine a romantic future with him down the road.

unfortunately, like jieum, the reader dies in a car crash and marius is absolutely devastated by this fact. he blames himself constantly and thinks he's to blame for the deaths for everyone around him (his mother included, but we all know that's not true based on canon lore). this gets exacerbated when giann goes missing later on.

the reader gets reborn (before giann disappears) and makes it her mission to meet marius again and to fulfil that happily ever after that she had hoped for in her previous life.

well, we all know that chaos and that pizzazz ensue, and both the reader and marius will learn the truth behind the reader's death (and maybe giann's disappearance)?

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ohthemis · 2 years

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heyy! i absolutely love all your hcs! they just make me melt or cry or both xD i was wondering if you are taking any requests and you are, could i request a hc of how the nxx boys would react if their s/o receives a really sweet anonymous love letter?? thanks in advance!

tot boys when their s/o gets a love letter

characters: all

ARTEM WING

finds solace in the fact that it’s anonymous. if the person who sent it was as sweet as the letter was, he’d have some serious competition.

awkward laughing as he impatiently waits for u to chuck the letter in the trash.

“what are you going to do with it? are you going to keep it?” say yes and he has no idea what to say, a bit of stuttering and silence

kind of gets downcast if you want to keep it, but tbf id get upset too if my s/o wanted to keep a love letter from someone else

MARIUS VON HAGEN

he’s so offended anyone would even dare.

do you have cctv footage? cmon show him...he needs to know...mc please....

pretty much throws it in the trash for you. ofc u could always ask him not to, and he wont, but why would u do that????

“forget about it” <- marius whos already planning your next date together

LUKE PEARCE

the horror on his face, oh my god.

he’s not going to ask you outright to like, put the letter aside (or in the trash), but hes definitely hoping that out of respect for him, you would

gets a bit prissy tbh, ur gonna have to deal with bratty luke. he wont be immature but hes not too calm about it

eventually asks you to like,, throw it away or do something with it at least. he doesnt want that thing in his near vicinity

VYN RICHTER

smug bastard, tbh

youd think he wrote it, but nope. honestly kind of wants to keep it just to spite the person who wrote it, bc theyll never have u lol

he doesnt know who its from and he doesnt try to find out either, but one way or another he’ll know anyways. he wont do anything about it though

he knows ur hot, not his fault others can see how amazing u are too. like hell yeah his s/o is fucking on fire

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spacesquidlings · 6 months

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Kiss Me Once (I've Had A Long Night)

Description: The hour is late, and Marius is exhausted, not that fatigue has ever stopped him from working late into the night before. But there are ways he can be coaxed into resting early, so long as his beloved is involved.

Pairing: Marius von Hagen x OC (Rowan)

Warnings: None (although there is some SLIGHT suggestive content but this is Marius we're talking about lads)

Notes: Hello hello!!! This is my very first attempt at a Marius fic!!! He's just so silly and cute I think it was inevitable. I hope this makes you smile as much as I did when I wrote it!!!

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A soft groan, nearly mistakable for a sigh, had the usual sighs that fell from his lips not been loud and dramatic, meant to draw attention rather than convey any true emotion.

Rowan looked up from the screen of her laptop, propped precariously on her lap as she’d worked on her own projects while Marius was busy. He’d only just returned to his office, his crisp suit jacket tossed haphazardly to the side as he cradled his head in one palm, a rare moment of vulnerability he would never let anyone else see.

She closed her computer, setting it to the side before making her way across the office, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the soft rug that had been thrown across the floor. Marius looked up as she approached, the bags under his eyes more prominent than they had been that morning.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, perching on the edge of his desk, gently brushing his hair back from his brow.

He offered a wan smile, trying to summon up the last of the energy and charisma she had seen before they’d parted ways in front of Pax. He’d feigned confidence at the time, shrugging off her concerns about some of the long meetings he was scheduled for that day.

And it was clear that she had been right to be worried, as she peered down into Marius’ exhausted face, lines forming between his brows as they pressed together, the corners of his lips turning down in the slightest of frowns.

Rowan’s heart ached, and she reached out to gather him in her arms, cradling his head against her chest before he could even give words to whatever was weighing him down.

He snorted, although his arms still wrapped themselves around her waist, holding himself closer, breathing in the smell of her shirt and the new perfume he had given her.

“Did you miss me that much?” He asked, his voice muffled, his face still smushed against her chest.

She gently shoved him away, frowning down at the little smirk that had curved across his lips. His hands slid to her waist, and she resisted sighing as he stroked his thumb in small circles against her side.

He chuckled. “You couldn’t even handle sitting a few feet away from me?”

Now she smacked him, although that did little to quell the mischievous light that danced in his amethyst eyes. Not that it lasted for very long, fatigue smothering the impish mask he had tried to draw across his face.

“Marius,” she said, his name on her lips much softer than she had intended. She’d been hoping to go for a more admonishing tone, but it came off as more of a quiet plea.

He sighed again, more dramatically than he had the first time, very clearly playing it up, never one to leave out the dramatics when he could. He laid his head on her lap, the light in his eyes dying as he huffed.

“I’m alright,” he said, although he did not make eye contact, instead still staring at the papers scattered over his desk that he had been pouring over for hours already.

She ran her fingers through his hair, mussing the dark locks as he closed his eyes, not even bothering to make a quip about ruining his hair. Or perhaps what the ruining of his hair would imply, as they had been alone for so many hours.

Rowan narrowed her eyes further, not sure she liked this sudden quiet. It was very unlike him, even when half asleep he would sometimes murmur soft words, barely heard in that liminal space between waking and sleeping. Or he would whimper if she moved, shifting closer again and burying his face against her shoulder.

Unnerved with the silence, Rowan pinched Marius’ cheek, tugging until his eyes flew open, the light catching in his eyes so they shone like gems.

“You’re clearly not alright,” she groused, releasing his cheek and leaning down to brush a kiss to the splotch of red she had left on his skin. “You’ve barely made a single joke.”

He groaned, closing his eyes once again. “I’ll have you know I can make meaningful conversation without joking around.”

“You’re not even making conversation,” she pointed out, laughing softly. “Marius, you’re worrying me.”

Another groan, as though it physically pained him as he drew himself up from her lap, his eyes slowly opening again to find her own.

“I don’t mean to worry you,” he said, words so soft they were little more than breath. He dug the heels of his hands against his eyes before dropping them onto the desk, glaring down at the papers he disturbed and sent scattering along the wooden surface. “It’s been a long day.”

She cupped his cheeks, drawing his gaze back to hers as she tipped his head up. “Was it the meetings? You were in the last one for two hours longer than usual.”

He pursed his lips, covering her hands with his. “I’m the president and still it feels like they hardly listen to me. It’s just getting a little tiring lately.”

“You’re doing the best you can,” she said, stroking her thumb across his cheek. “That’s all you can do, my love.”

“Feels like I could be doing more.”

She snorted, leaning forward to press a kiss to his brow. “Well not much is going to get done this late at night. Why don’t we go home?”

He whimpered when she started pulling away, his hands tightening on her wrists. Stifling a smile, Rowan dotted another few kisses across his face. “If we go home I promise there’s more where that came from.”

Marius hummed, squeezing her wrists where his hands encircled them. “It sounds like you just want an excuse to kiss me.”

Rowan would have scoffed and pulled away had she not been now trapped in a precarious position, Marius holding fast to her arms, moving close enough that there was no escape route.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She could scoot herself backwards on his desk and then kick him away, but she knew that would look utterly absurd and she didn’t want to knock over any of the books or papers or pens that littered his desk.

“If that’s not what you want, you can just say so,” she huffed, pulling away from him so at least his face wasn’t a mere breath away from her own.

His lips pulled into a pout almost instantly, and he whined as he stood, thumbs stroking against her arms. “I didn’t say that. I was only joking, please don’t be mad.”

It was incredibly difficult to ever be mad when he was looking at her like that, his eyes wide and pleading, his bottom lip trembling like he might burst into tears at any moment. He clasped his hands around hers, tugging them towards his chest. “Please, miss.”

She bit down on the inside of her cheek, although that was not enough to stop her smile. He was too cute, and he surely knew it. She’d never been able to say no to his face as it was, and she certainly couldn’t when he looked as he did now.

“I’m not mad,” she said at last, wishing she could stop grinning even as relief shone in his eyes, nearly hiding the smug delight sparking in their depths.

“But,” she continued, wrestling one arm free to tap his cheek. “If you want anything more then we have to go home.”

A sigh, this one full of the dramatics she was accustomed to. His head tipping to the side, his shoulders slumping forward, his forehead crinkling as his brows drew together.

“You win,” he said at last, although a smile touched his lips, as though he were anything but annoyed to finally be leaving the office.

Unfortunately, Rowan didn’t notice as Marius quickly gathered up the paperwork he had been going through and tucked it into his bag before offering her his arm. The building would be all but deserted by now, and there would be no one to spy on them or make comments about their president being a little too cozy in public with his girlfriend.

He dozed beside her on the car ride home, his head falling on her shoulder, his lashes tickling her throat as he struggled to keep his eyes open. She struggled to stifle her laughter, not wanting to disturb him. He was so tired, and she wasn’t sure she had even realized how tired he had been all day. He needed this small nap, even if it was only to give him the energy to get ready for bed.

He grew whiny as the car drew to a stop, clinging to Rowan as they climbed from their seats and made their way to their room. She had to very nearly pry his arms from her waist so she could shower, instructing him to get ready for bed.

Unfortunately, it was only once Rowan emerged from the shower, rivulets of water snaking down her cheeks and down the back of her neck from her still-damp hair, that she realized he had snuck his paperwork home.

Marius looked up from whatever he had been reading, shock registering in his face a moment too slow before Rowan was beside him, arms crossed as she glowered down at the papers in his hands. She felt equal parts furious and heartbroken, having wanted to take care of him for just a few hours, to alleviate at least a little of his stress. And here he was, working after he’d said he was done.

“Marius. Von. Hagen,” she ground out, internally deciding that she would not be changing into the new, wispy nightgown that had mysteriously shown up in her drawer a few days prior.

He had the gall to give her a cheeky smile, arching his brow as his gaze swept over her bathrobe. His eyes shifted to her chest, where the fabric flopped forward, and Rowan furiously tightened the ties, ensuring there was nothing for him to see.

“I thought you were going to rest,” she said, her voice coming out too close to a whine. She wanted to sound annoyed, angry even. Why couldn’t he care about his health and his rest for just one day?

His smug expression fell, his shoulders slumping. “I just want to get this done, I’ll earn more respect if I can complete this.”

She perched beside him, at a loss for words as his lips pressed into a thin line. Instead she just took his hand, gently pressing her thumbs into his palm.

“What are you doing?” He asked, some of that stress falling away as he watched her, bemused.

“Massaging your hand,” she groused, feeling like she ought to glower at him, but not being able to. She just wanted to hold him close, wanted to take all his worries away. “So they don’t cramp.”

He was silent for a moment, only the sound of paper shuffling filling the air as he ducked his head.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked at last, peeking up at her from beneath the fringe of his bangs.

“No, of course not,” she said, letting one hand fall and reaching for his other. “I just… I just wish you would rest a little more, and take time for yourself. Your best isn’t working yourself into the ground, or losing sleep.”

He dropped his gaze, setting the papers to the side as he squirmed in place. “I’m sorry, Rowan. I don’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s not something you need to apologize for,” she said, lowering his hand back into his lap. She turned her thoughts over in her mind again and again, trying to find the right words to convey how she felt, the strange helplessness over watching him grow more and more stressed.

“I think I would just like to help, and I don’t really know how.”

“This helps,” he said, voice soft as freshly fallen snow. “You being here helps.”

Rowan hummed, taking Marius’ head and cradling him against her shoulder. “Would something like a massage help you at all? At least to feel a little less stressed?”

“I’m sure it would, but-”

“You know…” She continued, trailing off as she curled a lock of his hair around her finger. “I might have learned how to give a massage.”

Marius pulled away, quirking a brow as a smirk slid across his lips. “You did?”

Rowan huffed, regretting having told him anything. Although she should have anticipated this kind of response, and it wasn’t like she had learned it just because. She’d paid for a day class, so she could help ease any of the aches in his body, help wash away some of the stress and tension he carried with him day-to-day.

She felt heat crawl across her cheeks as Marius continued to regard her carefully, his smile spreading. He looked partly curious, but mostly there was a self-satisfied pleasure in his eyes, a joy that only came from finding something worth teasing her about.

Now he was the one cupping her face, the mood entirely shifting as his eyes held fast to hers. His hand shifted down the column of her throat, his thumb gently pressing against the spot where her pulse was thrumming wildly now, with Marius so very close to her.

“Did you take a class, just for me?” He asked, his voice lilting with his obvious delight. “Were you so worried about me?”

She puffed out her cheeks, trying to pull away. Her face was burning now, and she could feel the flush of her skin beginning to creep down her neck, over her shoulders and down her chest. Her entire body was surely the colour of a burning sunset now, and she knew if she stayed so close to him any longer she would turn firetruck red and Marius would tease her for it until she could barely speak.

“Ah, don’t go,” he whined, pouting as she managed to drag herself from his grasp. “I’m sorry, Rowan. I really am.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said, crossing her arms as she put space between the two of them. “And if you don’t want a massage you can just say so. It’s not like it would be very good anyways.”

His bottom lip quivered, and he pressed his palms against his thighs. “I didn’t say that. Please come back.”

There was really no point in resisting him, not when her heart was already aching from the small distance between them. She wanted to be close again, even if it meant risking catching fire from the heat he always ignited with his words.

So Rowan returned to his side, directing him to turn around so she could properly attempt to massage his back.

“Shouldn’t I take my shirt off?” He asked, voice dipping low as he peeked at her over his shoulder, smirking once more. “Would you like that?”

She clicked her tongue, trying to ignore the warmth blooming in her cheeks once more. She really could not catch a break with this man, could she?

“Taking your shirt off would be better, yes,” she said, trying to keep her tone prim. As if he hadn’t already sketched his gaze across her face, noting the colour staining her cheeks, creeping up towards her hair and over the shell of her ears.

He kept his gaze locked on hers as he shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it to the side before slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Rowan’s fingers itched to help him along, to slide her fingers down his chest as she undid the buttons for him. But Marius seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, smiling wider as he quickly slipped his shirt off and let it fall next to his jacket, denying her any chance of helping.

She bit her tongue to temper her annoyance. What a brat.

“How’s that?” He asked, turning around so all she could see were the planes of his back, the flex of his muscles as he tried to straighten his posture.

She tasted blood in her mouth now, and she had to stop biting her tongue lest she bite through it entirely. Was he teasing her? Was he teasing her with the knowledge that his chest was bared, but she could not see it?

Shaking her head, Rowan tried to dispel the desire that crept at the edges of her mind. It was late, she really did just want Marius to feel relaxed enough to sleep.

“It’s perfect,” she said, trying to keep her tone light.

His shoulders shook as he laughed quietly, the muscles in his back again flexing. It was all Rowan could do not to follow the curve of his spine lowers, to not think about how broad his shoulders were, how slender his waist.

Instead, she settled her hands on his shoulders, trying to remember the lone class she had taken. She’d been so nervous she’d sat in the back, not wanting to draw any attention to herself.

She ran her hands along his shoulders then back towards his neck, gently pressing her thumbs against the skin of his back, massaging gently at the nape of his neck before she slid her hands up then down again. She repeated the motion a few times, certain she was catching on knots of tension in his shoulders.

A soft sigh slipped past his lips, his head hanging forward. Rowan smiled to herself, sliding her hands down his back, pressing the heels of her hands down on either side of his spine until she reached his hips. She hesitated for a moment before moving her hands to either side of his waist and sliding them back up to his shoulder blades.

She paused for a moment, a slight ache in her arms. Marius was a good deal taller than she was, and it was quickly becoming awkward reaching for his shoulders in their current position.

He turned to look at her over his shoulder, genuine curiosity and what might have been a touch of disappointment staining his tone. “Why’d you stop?”

Rowan worried her bottom lip, wondering if it was worth mentioning.

“Rowan? What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t stay silent when he was looking at her so mournfully, not when there was such pleading in his eyes.

“It just feels a little awkward how we’re sitting right now,” she admitted, pressing her hands to her chest so she did not wring them as his brows slowly lifted. “I was thinking it might be easier if you lie down on the bed.”

The ghost of a smile curled at the corners of his lips, the amethyst of his eyes turning to the wine-dark of the sea. His tone was sultry, and it lingered in the air as he breathed a quiet “oh?”

Feeling as though a fire had been lit in her bones, Rowan smacked him gently, scooting backwards. “Not like that. My arms just ache a little from having to lift them up to reach your shoulders.”

His grin widened, but then he stood, seeming to oblige. “Alright. Let me change out of my clothes.” His gaze swept over her, colour staining his cheeks. “You should, too. It can’t be comfortable in that robe.”

She blinked, having nearly forgotten she was still wearing her bathrobe. Rowan stood quickly, nearly skidding into the dresser in her haste to grab her pajamas. But Marius stayed her hand as she grabbed for the soft sleep shirt and matching pants with little purple stars stitched down the sleeves and legs.

“Not those,” he said, his gaze directed towards the folded nightgown beside them. “Why not that one? It looks new.”

“I don’t know what you think is happening here,” Rowan said, slowly drawing her hand from his grip. “But I am still a little annoyed with you.”

He pouted. “Come on, miss. I had it made just for you.”

She sighed, her head falling back as she dropped the pajamas. “Fine, you win.”

He beamed, taking her hand once more and brushing his lips to her knuckles. “Thank you, love. I love to see you in such pretty things.”

She cradled her hand to her chest once he’d released it, unable to meet his gaze now as he continued to grin. “I just didn’t want to argue with you when I want you to rest right now.”

He chuckled, reaching out to pinch her cheek playfully. “Alright. I’ll be right back, try not to miss me.”

She scowled as he slipped into the bathroom, quickly changing from her robe into the flimsy, violet nightgown. She ran her hands down the sides, feeling the soft embroidered flowers and vines that twined together, creeping up towards the nearly scandalous neckline. The sheer sleeves billowed over her arms, cinching at her wrists, and they do had a curling pattern of petals and blooming flowers and vines. Peering at herself in the mirror, Rowan felt as though she were wearing a garden bathed in the strange light of the pre-dawn, when the moon was sinking and the indigo of night was softening into violets and lavenders, not yet stained by the gold of the sun.

“It’s beautiful, right?”

Rowan spun around at the sound of Marius’ voice, not having heard him as he finished up in the bathroom. He padded towards her, looking more awake than he had before, his eyes shining with barely veiled desire.

“You look beautiful,” he continued, hands falling to her hips, trailing down lower, towards the hem that barely reached past her upper thighs. His lips brushed against her ear, goosebumps trailing down her arms and legs as his breath tickled her face. “So beautiful.”

Her stomach twisted, heat flaring in her core, and she had to press both hands to his chest and gently shove him away. It was late, he was certainly tired.

“You promised-”

“I didn’t promise anything,” he said, mischief in his smile as he took her hands from his chest, brushing his lips against them again and again.

Rowan’s legs were beginning to feel weak, and she was struggling to think straight. Hadn’t this started innocently enough? She’d only wanted to help him relax, and now he was teasing her, trying to get her to give in to his mischief.

Steeling herself, Rowan managed to wrestle one hand free, pinching his cheek. “Marius! Von! Hagen!”

He had the gall to continue grinning, covering her hand with his as though she were touching him tenderly. “Yes, my love?”

“No funny business!”

“There’s nothing funny about what I want to do-”

She pinched his cheek harder, and he swatted her hand away, laughing. “Alright, alright. You win, this time.”

She scowled, pointing to the bed. “Lie down.”

He lifted his hands, palms up as though in surrender. “Yes ma’am.”

“You’re really trying my patience right now.”

“If you’d like-”

She pointed at the bed again. “Lie! Down!”

Marius was still laughing as he did as he was told, lying face down on the bed, gathering the pillows up in his arms as he tilted his head to the side, watching as she approached.

“What am I going to do with you?” She grumbled, kneeling next to him, trying to remember where she had left off.

“Love me, I hope,” he suggested. “Kiss me?”

She sighed, covering her face. “Marius, do you want me to do this or not?”

Another huff of laughter, followed by a sigh as he readjusted, getting more comfortable. “Alright, my love. I’m at your mercy.”

She rolled her eyes, even as a small smile tugged at her lips.

The angle now was certainly a bit better, and Rowan felt more comfortable moving from his back to his shoulders. She circled her palms over his shoulder blades before dipping her hands lower once more, the heels of her hands meeting a few inches above the waist of her sleep pants. She slid her hands back up his spine then, thumbs pressing against his spine until she reached the base of his neck and she smoothed her palms across his shoulders.

“Does that feel okay?” She asked, gently leaning forward and putting more weight into her hands.

Marius hummed, and she took that as a yes, and repeated the motions a few more times, pausing periodically to check in to see if he was still feeling alright.

She hoped this work, she really sincerely did hope this would help him feel at least a little better. And maybe he would wake in the morning and feel some of his stress and anxieties gone, and he wouldn’t feel so panicked to finish some of the work he’d been going through.

“Marius,” she said, running her hands over his shoulders. “Can you please move your arms, I can try massaging those too if you want.”

There was no response, only the gentle sigh of his breath.

“Marius?” She asked again, pausing her movements. “Are you okay?”

Still there was no response. Rowan shifted, leaning over so she could get a look at his face, hoping to grab his attention if he had spaced out.

Instead she was met with Marius’ sleeping face, his eyes closed, lashes fanning out against the curve of his cheeks, even breaths falling from his slightly parted lips.

“Oh Marius,” she breathed, brushing his bangs back from his face. All that teasing and he’d fallen asleep in mere minutes.

Her heart ached, and fatigue weighed heavy on her body. The soft blankets and Marius’ warmth were like a siren song, coaxing her towards sleep and oblivion. He looked so sweet, so warm and comfortable. How could she not want to curl up beside him and sleep?

“Goodnight, my love,” she murmured, brushing the whisper of a kiss against his cheek. “I hope you sleep well, and you feel better in the morning.”

She fiddled with the blankets, struggling to drag them out from underneath him so she could drape them over his sleeping form. And then she tucked herself beneath the blankets too, wrapping her arms around his waist and nestling as close as she could, smiling as she felt herself drifting off, happy she was able to ease at least a little of the stress he was forever carrying around. Even if he’d teased her for it. And she would happily do it again, would happily do anything if it meant making his day a little better.

“I love you,” she whispered, wiggling closer. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

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