#Marmien

[kzmi-j]

Nuh uh, I swear now that I'm into The Magnus Archives, I can confirm what I thought BEFORE starting it

Elias Bouchard is SO Actor coded

This is quite exactly how i imagine Elias, with that lil mustache and all grr

I love them sm

(I miss my marmien phase 😔)

i promise to help you until we both rot

[room027]

when you’ve been hunting for your missing dead friend for so long you get a tiny bit of a crush on him.. just a little yk

[oonessawness]

Good morning Marmien nation who up

( rbs / tags appreciated ♡ )

[fuffleton]

i’m right about their dynamic

[mnt-artss]

polyamory jumpscare

reblogs silly :3

[lostcybertronian]

"ill always be there for you" and “You’re a terrible liar.” for either marmien or actor and dark ? Make it hurt.

Turning. Emerging into consciousness draped in soft, silk sheets. His head pounded with the beginnings of the world's worst hangover.

Damien opened his eyes, squinted against the light pouring through the cracked curtains, and hoped fervently it was still morning.

One glance at the alarm clock on the-- mahogany, clearly expensive-- bedside table confirmed it was not; it was early afternoon.

Damien scrambled, throwing the covers aside and swinging his bare legs over the side, not sparing a thought for why he wasn't wearing any clothes, and why were his clothes from the party last night all over the floor?

The world tilted, a wave of dizziness washing over him suddenly, and he thought he might tip over, if not for the hand taking his arm, firm and warm.

"You stayed." Said the groggy voice from the opposite side of the bed, and Damien twisted to see Mark, blinking his eyes open, a soft smile gracing his face.

Damien melted a little. "Of course I did," he murmured, remembering last night, the stripping of clothes and the running of hands over skin. Out of every guest at Mark's party, he was only now remembering who it was he'd went to bed with. "I wouldn't just leave." He cocked his head. Smiled. "Didn't I say I'd always be there for you?"

"Well, get back over here, then." Mark tugged on his arm. "I know you have nowhere better to be."

Damien snorted, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again and slipped back under the covers.

===

"You're a bad liar." Mark picked up the empty wine bottle, examined it for a moment, and threw it. It shattered on impact against the opposite wall, inches from Dark's head.

Dark didn't flinch. He leaned back and rested his head against the rotting, cracking plaster. Looked up at the decaying ceiling like it held revelation. Maybe it did. "To which instance are you referring?"

"I'll always be there for you." Mark said, putting in a flawless reproduction of Damien's cadence. Of his earnest, genuine, puppy-dog love. This was absorbed by the closed in box of the second-floor corridor, the Manor eager to eat up anything and everything. He leaned forward, draping his arms over his drawn knees. "Is that how you put it?"

"Careful." Dark warned. Wine-drunk aggression and decades-deep exhaustion warred for dominance in the blue-red stammering of his outline. "Celine never was too thrilled about that."

Mark coughed a sharp bark of a laugh. "She going to wake up?"

Dark snorted, and one half of his dead, gray mouth twitched up into a bitter smile. "Fuck, no."

Mark smiled; it was really a drawing back of the lips from the teeth. For a moment he flickered. Now a rotted corpse. Now a young man, handsome and in his prime. "I think, then, I can say what I like."

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

Marmien: I Tire of this Party

Socialising is exhausting, even for those who have been doing it all their lives.

Word count:

787

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Another Saturday night, another gathering of the upper class.

However, it was at the home of Mark's parents, recognising the work of a local orchestra at a recent event. Mark had been encouraged to come, and he naturally invited his three closest friends.

Spirits were high. Compared to the normal social outings, this was the closest to "among peers" any of them could get. There were no masks to don, no secret rules of formality to follow. Dinner was pleasant, and the music playing on the gramophone was keeping the jubilant ambiance going. Everywhere he looked, the people that mattered most to Mark were having fun.

Ah, life truly was for the living!

William could loudly announce he would challenge someone to a drinking contest and three people would shout their interest in participating. Celine could meet with the musicians she had studied with and gossip about people they all had the misfortune of knowing.

As for Damien….? Mark glanced around.

Strangely, Damien was nowhere to be seen. He was normally upfront with the actor if something was wrong, relying on little touches to give Mark a proper hint on what was on his mind.If his partner wasn't around, something must have happened. Mark stepped out of the main function room and began searching.

The other rooms dedicated for socialising were busy, but each lacked a familiar face. That ruled out the option of Damien making the social rounds. The bathrooms were empty, and he wasn't hiding in the kitchen. That didn't leave many options, unless…

He opened the back door to step outside.

Finally, there he was.

Damien was slumped on the stone bench overlooking the garden, head rolled back as he absentmindedly watched the branches sway in the late evening breeze. There was a small adjustment to his position as Damien noted Mark's arrival, but he made no effort to move.

"I'm sorry I stepped out without telling you. I didn't mean to worry you."

"You don't need to apologise. I know you were tired before we ever arrived. We can leave if you -"

"No, no…" Damien's interruption was slow, "I'm alright. You go back in and enjoy yourself. I'll be in shortly. I simply need a moment to collect myself."

Mark sighed. It wouldn't feel right leaving the politician out here alone. He threw a glance behind him, and an idea hit him.

"I'm not really in a rush to go back inside. Everyone is loud tonight. I tire of this party. I think a break would be ideal. Scoot over." Mark playfully waved his hand as Damien moved.

This was the perfect chance to strike.

Mark sat down beside Damien, wrapped his arm around the other man's shoulders, and pulled him close until Damien's head was resting on Mark's shoulder. Barely a second passed before Damien nestled in closer and let the arm that wasn't pinned in between himself and Mark drape lazily across the actor's chest. Once set, Damien sighed, and the tension he had been holding slipped away.

It was rare for the couple to be affectionate in public. With Damien's position, there was a high risk of trouble if he was discovered by his parents. However, not a single guest cared for his family here. The pair could relax.

Time was kind on the couple, opting to let the seconds pass slower so they could relish the other's company and the peaceful environment. The party felt like it was on the other side of the world. They could be anywhere else right now.

Hm. That was an idea.

Mark leaned down to kiss the top of Damien's head. "You know… I would be content to leave the party early tonight. I have done my duty as the faithful son."

"Mark -"

"I'm serious, Damesy. I've had the thought of us cuddling in bed together planted in my mind. That's far more inviting than anything here." He gently squeezed Damien's shoulder to support this. "What do you say? Would that be much better than this bench?"

"It does sound inviting," Damien murmured. "But you are sure you want to skip the rest of the night? You were so excited for this."

"I was, but now I want to go home. Otherwise, I will need to keep you in my arms everywhere I go at that party."

"You need to stop being so clingy."

"Actually, you need to stop being so perfect to embrace. It's like we were made for one another." Mark's words were familiar, and Damien lazily hummed in agreement.

The night was young, and spending the time together sounded ideal. The pair would have to move before the night chill set in, but there was no rush for that.

[bloodgreyhare]

Basically the aftermath of the 1st photo, from my previous post. 💀

(Context: Damien invites the DA to his mansion, just to chat and hang out. They haven't talked in a while. Before the DA arrives, Actor Mark visits Damien also...And hmm, the first pic explains it all....)

[cate-geo]

Look all I’m saying is if the DA, the Mayor, and the Actor were in a QPR, everything would have been FINE

[darkiveofourown]

Curtain Call

Read on Ao3 Pairing: Marmien Words: 2,522 Rating: Teen (for language) Summary: With their son starring in his first play, the Iplier's should have a pleasant night out. Instead Mark is acting like a colossal prick. Will Damien be able to keep their marriage intact, or will Mark go too far?

Part 1 of the Blood is Thicker series

[djbeat]

hey man how's it going

[room027]

IF THIS ISNT HOMOEROTIC SUBTEXT I DONT KNOW WHAT IS.

[oonessawness]

Marmien nation NEVER fails me

[fuffleton]

marmien relationship chart REMAKE.

i am CORRECT

[fgfluidity]

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[luminary-rainchii]

If you have any Damien/Marmien drawing/writing ideas give em here cause my brain is empty currently /lh

totally not them hanging out in the woods, away from society to sneak in some gae fluff

only to be interrupted by william, who happened to chose the worst place to hunt