#marius has not noticed the trap

[alicedrawslesmis]

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[dykesynthezoid]

I say this with 100% awareness that sometimes fandom likes to run with things based off of minimal subtext but I rlly truly don’t get. The majority of the arguments for why we wouldn’t get devil’s minion in the past? Lmao

Like the one (1) reason I can actually see us not getting it is just there not being enough screentime to go around. That’s not unthinkable to me at all; there’s a lot to potentially cover next season. But like, I literally can’t think of any other good reason for them to not do it.

And I think it’s worth saying that I wouldn’t be doing this kind of theorizing with any other show. It’s specifically bc this show likes to drop easter eggs and clues, likes to sew in little details, and also is not afraid of going all out, that I feel like I can take the things I pick up on seriously. Cause yeah, if this were another show, it might genuinely mean nothing, bc a lot of other shows just aren’t written with that enthusiasm or attention to detail or courage to Go Places.

And I also think it should be noted that like. While the show is certainly plenty different from the book(s), their modus operandi when it comes to adaptation is much more to add than to take away. They added old Daniel, added Loumand still being together, added a shit ton of extra small bits to Claudia’s arc. Their method of adaptation is not one of subtraction. They’re not taking away whole character beats and plot events. They’re adding, adding new situations, new settings, new contexts.

And that “adding” extends to character relationships as well. They built that danlou best friends/sexual tension out of the almost-nothing in the source material. Armand and Santiago (apparently) slept together. They’re not taking away interesting side dynamics that existed in the books, they’re literally adding more.

Like why wouldn’t they add past devils minion?? It only makes Armand and Daniel’s present relationship that much more complicated and insane, which is the exact thing this show loves to do.

Not to mention DM is only one chapter, by which I mean; if the argument against past devils minion is just screentime, like I personally think it is, we should also remember that. It’s only one chapter. It’s not that much additional material. And about a fourth of it is Daniel’s turning and the lead up to that, which we know would instead be in the modern day, not in flashback; and another several pages are Armand keeping Daniel trapped in a cellar, which 2x05 has already done. So like. It’s not that much material they’d have to cover to do past devils minion. Like, half an episode altogether at most, frankly, and they could easily spread that all out as they pleased. And this is after season 2 spent an entire episode just on the events during and immediately post 1973 interview. Which they did not have to do. It was a choice to add that material.

Idk sometimes ppl act like it’s soooo crazy for people to be theorizing DM happened in the past and I’m like I literally don’t think it is? And trust me I get that sometimes people get shipping goggles on, and it’s annoying when people make everything about a ship, etc, (but also that’s literally just how fandom is in general? idk what you expect), but. Idk man it doesn’t seem that wild to me in comparison to some of the places the show has been willing to go? And meanwhile like half of you keep insisting Raglan James is Marius. Some of you even thought Sam might be Santino. Theorizing about past DM does not seem that weird to me. Like I am literally just watching the show and Noticing Details and coming up with a possible outcome. It’s whatever

[rightshoeonleftfoot]

How the flowers bloom

Pairing: Marius "Jäger" Streicher x GN!reader

Summary: This is part 1 of my smitten!Jäger x oblivious!reader. Reader has a mental breakdown and Jäger helps you feel better.

Warning: Slight warning, reader has a big breakdown questioning their life. Apart from that it's all fluff. This series is a slow burn (somewhat lol).

Words: 2.3k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

This not proofread! Criticism is welcome and encouraged. I also do take requests for this fic :)

Today feels dull. Work takes longer than usual, your coworkers' voices grate your nerves more than usual. You have less patience for the customers yelling at you, less tolerance when your boss yells at you for the nth time to do something you haven't had the time for yet. After all, she gave you a never ending list of tasks to do, from mundane to tedious. You were getting to it.

Now, your boss asks you to be at the cash register, whilst also berating you for not going through the to-do list she gave you fast enough. The vase is filling up, one drop at a time. Now, you’re standing at the cash register trying to keep it together. It's excruciating, smiling at the customers like the stress of your job isn't starting to weigh on you.

Your vision starts to get blurry as you speak to the customer. It's been five years and you're still just an assistant in the bakery. You wanted to start your own business. Now here you are, acting as some sous-chef for an ungrateful baker, not a step closer to having your own bakery. What am I doing with my life? The thought rings loudly in your head, as a drop of water falls on the receipt you were gonna hand the woman.

You look down at it for a second, as more droplets fall on the receipt. The vase has overflown, and you're crying. The realization hits you as you wipe the tears off your cheeks and smile at the woman awkwardly.

"I'm so sorry." You chuckle in hopes of making the awkwardness of the situation go away. The lady surprisingly doesn't seem to take it badly. Instead, she looks almost.. concerned. "It's okay love. Everyone needs time off every once in a while." Her british accent is thick, yet it really seems like she cares. You nod in agreement and print out another receipt for her before handing it to her and heading to the break room.

You swallow the lump in your throat, mentally preparing to talk to your boss. You've decided, you're going home. You finally spot your boss, and she stares you down. Her gaze is piercing, like she's reading your every move.

"What the fuck are you doing back here? You're supposed to be out front." Her arms are crossed over her chest. An uncomfortable silence settles as you get the courage to speak up. "I'm heading home. I'm taking time off for the rest of the day." Your boss's face hardens, though she notices your teary eyes and she sighs. "Fine, take the rest of the day off. I don't need you today anyway." She doesn't seem genuine as she storms out of the break room, going to take care of the customers waiting for their order.

You pack your stuff up, almost relieved to be going home. Though the stress of losing your job seems to hit you as you put on your shoes to leave. It's a good paying job after all, right? The only downside is it's not exactly what you want to do for the rest of your life, but it's better than nothing you suppose. You sigh as you step out of the break room, the tears won't stop flowing. It's a never ending stream as you sniffle quietly, trying to bring the least amount of attention to yourself.

You glance at the line as you leave the bakery. It's the lunch rush, the line goes out the door. As you go to open the door to leave, you make eye contact with a customer. A smile appears on the man's face. You know him. He excuses himself from the front of the line and walks quickly towards you, before trapping you in a tight hug.

"Marius, wha- why are you here?" Your tone is laced with laughter as his hug lengthens. He doesn't answer for a few seconds, choosing to hold you in his arms a bit longer. He finally pulls back, putting his hands on each side of your arms. He's ecstatic to see you and it shows. "My op ended early, things got done a lot quicker than we expected." His smile falters a little when he sees your puffy eyes and red cheeks.

"Herzblatt, what happened? Are you crying?" The worry in his tone is obvious. He leans forward, as though to get a better look at your face to make sure you aren't injured. He backs off quickly, his cheeks now tinted red. What was he even trying to do? Confusion takes over as you're not quite sure why he reacted like that. He quickly reaches for a tissue in his pocket to hand you. "I'm okay Marius." You try to reassure him, chuckling to ease some of his worry.

He completely disregards your comment about being okay. "Did someone hurt you?" Instead of handing you the tissue, he goes to wipe off the tears off your cheeks himself. However, he stops himself and awkwardly looks away before handing you the tissue. You take the tissue from his hand, wiping your tears away. "Thanks." You take a deep breath. "No one did this, I'm just.. stressed." You feel a bit bad, complaining about your stressful job to a man who defends people's lives for a living.

"You were heading home, right? Why don't I make you dinner?" Marius proposes confidently. He seems almost too excited to be at your house again. He's fiddling with his belt loop on his pants, you notice he looks almost.. nervous. Granted, he's been like that around you for a bit, you just kind of assume it's how he is. "I couldn't ask that of you, I'd feel bad taking up your time like that." You really just feel like you're taking up space. Not that you don't want to spend time with him, you just don't want to feel like you're bothering him.

His confidence falters ever so slightly. He feels a bit rejected, almost like you're making an excuse to let him down easy. "Well, I don't have anything else to do and uhm, I missed you so..." He looks away awkwardly for a second, before looking back at you and smiling confidently once again. His cheeks seem a bit more flushed than usual. "Okay, yeah, if you're really okay with it, it'd be really nice." You feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. It's nice to have a friend who cares.

"I missed you too, by the way. Let's go." You sniffle as you wipe the last of your tears. His heart flutters at your words. Marius puts his hand out for you to take, but you don't notice as you've already started to walk. He quickly follows you, walking side by side with you.

The walk back to your house is... animated to say the least. Marius has a lot of energy, and a lot to talk about. The entire time you have your hands tucked away in your pockets, to Marius' great disappointment. He's talking your ear off about stuff he's recently watched and read, and he never seems to run out of talking material. His laugh is contagious, and you find yourself forgetting about all the stressful things that happened today.

You finally get back to your house and open the door for him. You take off your shoes and lock the door behind you both. He takes off his shoes and heads to the kitchen, going over to your fridge and opening it with you hot on his trail. You sneak behind him, peeking above his shoulder to see what he's looking at. "What do you want me to make for you, Schatzi?" His tone wavers a bit due to your proximity. He starts to pick stuff up from the fridge and puts it back in an effort to distract himself from you.

"Pasta would be nice." You mumbled, your hand coming to rest on his side to stabilize yourself as you look at what you have in your fridge with him. He freezes, the thoughts in his brain becoming a bit scrambled. "I uhm, I suppose I could." His tone was a bit hesitant as he looked back at you, not realizing just how close you were to him. He looked away immediately, taking a few things out of the fridge and walking away from you and towards the counter.

Marius gets to work. He seems to know what to make with what you have. He's expertly navigating your kitchen, he knows exactly where everything is. You get out of his way, resorting to watching him cook. You're leaning on the counter, looking at his every move, not saying a word. Then, he drops a glass and freezes. He's never done that before. Especially not around you.

"Scheiße." He mumbles under his breath. He's avoiding your gaze, he seems embarrassed. "It's okay, I got it." You stand up straight and head over to the mess he made to clean it up. His palms are sweaty as he tries to help you clean the mess, though he seems to keep dropping everything. You clean up the raw egg that fell on the floor, but accidentally cut yourself on the glass. "Tsk, shit." Marius immediately grabs your hand to look at the cut. He inspects your cut and helps you up.

"Let's get this cleaned up, Liebling." He leads you to the washroom but you stop him. You never understand the names he gives you, you never bother to ask since they seem innocent enough. "I'm okay, Marius. I just need to rinse it." You smile reassuringly at him, and he seems to relax, his grip on your hand loosening. He doubles down regardless. "No, I don't want any glass in your cut." He pulls you towards him and into the washroom.

He drags you over to the sink, and cleans your wound for you. His hands are sweaty and you can feel it. He's nervous, but it's nothing out of the ordinary so you don't question it. You lean towards him to see what he was doing better. He's cleaning it up, putting your hand under warm water, rinsing your cut to make sure there's no glass. He puts some polysporin on it and covers it with a bandaid, making sure it's nice and snug. He finally looks up to see you. "There, it's all-" He stops talking abruptly as his eyes meet yours.

You're confused as to why he stopped talking. His face is very close to yours, but it's not bothering you, you're usually this close to him. He clears his throat and looks away. "Uhm, yeah, it's cleaned and you're good to go." He smiles awkwardly, and leaves to go back to the kitchen to finish making you food. You can't deny his help is making all your stress vanish.

You walk back into the kitchen, and smile when you notice he cleaned up the glass. "Marius." You call out to him as he turns on the stove to make the sauce. "Ja?" He doesn't turn to look at you. "Thank you for helping me with all of this." You sit at the counter realizing he'd put his sleeves up to his elbows now. "Any time, do you wanna talk about what's bothering you?" You contemplate it for a second before speaking. "I don't like my work." Marius is stunned for a second as he looks at you.

"I thought you loved baking?" He checked the sauce before leaning over the counter to pay more attention to you. "Well, yeah. I just-" You sigh, trying to find your words. "I want to have my own bakery, you know? I'm tired of being some- some sous chef to my boss." You clench your fists. "She treats me like shit, Marius. I've been there for five years and she's not any closer to letting me have a little bit of freedom when it comes to designing the menu."

Marius seems to think for a second. "Why don't you take out a loan? I'll help you find a good spot for your bakery, I can help with the renovation. You'll make that money back quickly." His positive nature is contagious. "You think I could do it?" You don't want to get into debt, it's worrying. "You have the experience and the passion. Besides, I can be your taste tester, ja?" He smiles, trying to lighten the mood. "But for now, focus on getting food and relaxing, Schatzi. I can set something up on the TV for us."

You nod, feeling relieved to have someone there for you. He focuses back on making you a good meal, occasionally spilling some things and bumping into dining chairs and counters as he navigates the kitchen. After a few minutes, he plates the food and presents it to you. Pomodoro pasta, and it looks mouthwatering. "Living room?" He asks as he holds both bowls in his hands, looking at you eagerly.

"Yeah." You hurry to your living room, sitting on the couch, and he puts the pasta bowls on the coffee table. Before you can grab the remote to turn on the TV, he snags it from you. He sits on the couch next to you and sets up a documentary on quantum computers. You lean back on the couch, leaning into him since he's so warm. He freezes but doesn't move. As you both watch and eat, you're hit with a strange sense of calmness.

You focus on the documentary, and though you don't understand everything, you don't mind. He loves explaining it to you anyway. You, however, never notice all the looks he gives you to make absolutely sure you like what you're watching. After all, he'd give you the world if you'd only just accept it.

[kissofthemis]

Hello!Can i request the nxx biys with a slightly weird s/o?

Like weird as in they're always happy and goofy 24/7 even in dangerous situations?Like maybe something happened to them in the past that made then this way(you can decide on what happened :D )

Oh,and can i be the K Anon?My keyboard lags a lot if i use emojis,so I hope you don't mind if I go by K Anon here :D

Sorry if this is a super long request it's just been brainrottingbin my head 24/7 and i don't have enough writting skills lmao

❤ Artem ❤

At first, he doesn't notice that you have a tendency to laugh off your pain or make morbid jokes. He thinks that he's just more uptight or strict than most people, so he suspects your behavior is actually more akin to how "normal" people act.

It's when you act blasé after a dangerous encounter that he realizes that this seems to be a unique trait, specific to you.

He specializes in criminal cases. He knows that people who feel threatened or have experienced dangerous situations can react in many different ways... but to be this carefree is not something he's seen before.

You don't lash out, but you don't withdraw. You don't scream or cry, but you aren't bottling your pain either. You're an anomaly.

"Mr. Wing, it's a dark world out there." He knows that. "If I'm too serious, I'll crumble." He's never heard you speak in such a flat, detached tone. "So I stay silly!"

He isn't going to pry into why you feel you have to laugh all the pain away, because he trusts you to tell him if/when you're ready.

He knows what it's like to mask his true feelings.

Instead he offers you his shoulder. "If you ever need to turn away from the shadows... I'll shield you if you need a moment to be vulnerable, before putting that smile back on your face."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💛 Luke 💛

Your smile and laugh make him warm inside. He likes that you can stay cheerful even when faced with stress or with gloomy situations.

He soon realizes that you're a bit too goofy, a bit too relaxed, a bit too much of a jokester. He's not mad about it, but he wants to figure out why you're this way.

At first he doesn't want to tell you he's investigating your behaviors. He's in detective mode and NSB agent mode at the same time; he won't ask for help nor reveal his intentions when he asks to spend more time with you.

He cares, but his pride can get in the way.

Finally he pieces together the puzzle, with clues and hints he obtained partially from you and partially from totally legitimate public sources, no hacking involved. (/s)

"You could've just asked me!" You laugh and wave him off. "It's no big deal!"

Luke gets stern with you. "You were subjected to immense psychological and physical abuse."

You just smile. "And you haven't been?" His scowl gets deeper. "Tell you what! Promise to look after me, so you don't have to worry about me getting trapped or endangered ever again! And then I'll be able to smile freely all the time!"

He reluctantly agrees.

Don't ask if the plush dog he gives you the next time you meet has a camera in it.

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💜 Marius 💜

Your cheerful and carefree nature is what draws Marius to you in the first place.

He's constantly under stress. Whether it's school, tutoring, Z, or Pax, he always has some project pending and is subject to intense scrutiny.

You're a breath of fresh air from stuffy old men. You smile, you laugh, you play. He wants some of that l joy back in his life.

Unfortunately, trauma knows trauma. The more time he spends with you, the more he picks up on eccentricities that... don't quite line up with "innocence" the way he imagines it.

He understands the value of secrets and how they can protect others. He's had to keep secrets to protect his family, the company, reputations, wealth, you name it.

But he also wants to work on being more honest with himself, and that means being more honest with his closest friends. He doesn't have many friends, so he wants you to be able able confide in him the same way he can confide in you.

Of course, while he's a bold and bright businessman, he's a timid and inexperienced friend.

He'll try to tease and pout his way into your heart and mind. "Aww, are you laughing at me again, miss/mx/mister?" Tugging at your sleeves and your heartstrings. "Trying to trick me with a fake smile? Miss/mx/mister doesn't trust me..."

Turns out he has to be direct and blunt. You two end up having a heart to heart about your respective fears and struggles, the horrors you've faced, the sorrowful smiles and the humorous tears.

He comes up with an idea. "Here's a key to my studio. Want to turn pain and fear into something bright? Show me what you can paint."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💚 Vyn 💚

In case it wasn't readily apparent, Vyn picks up on your act instantly.

He's a psychiatrist. He doesn't know why you act this way, but he can figure out it's unnatural.

(Not to mention he enjoys card tricks. He's also good at perceiving sleight of hand and other "magic" that involves showing someone what you want them to see, instead of showing them the truth and mechanisms behind the magic.)

Instead of playing games or trying to snoop his way into your secrets, he just observes you.

He's skilled at sitting back and watching, waiting, picking up pieces and fitting them together.

You catch him by surprise, however, when you call him out on his behavior.

"Vyn, am I your patient or your friend?" You pout at him and fold your arms over your chest in a highly exaggerated manner, one that is almost comical in nature. You shift back into chuckles and spin around as you wait for his answer.

Your one moment of frustration could easily be brushed off as a joke, but Vyn hears there is actual hurt in your words.

"You are... quite the anomaly," he replies at last. "You wear both the masks of comedy and tragedy. I couldn't help but wonder which was your real face." He leans closer and whispers, "I want to see my friend's true face, beneath all the masks and pretenses. Is that so wrong, dear?"

[gracelaurie]

Falling into your ocean eyes 🌊❤️ | Orm Marius x Fem!Reader

Part 3 🌊

Warning ⚠️ : enemies to lovers, angst.

for the next part ➡️ masterlist

Y/N woke up in a dark and quiet room. She didn't know how long she had been fainting, but she guessed that she had been trapped in this place for more than 8 hours. She felt very cold and maybe soon she would freeze. It’s because she had been in Atlantis for too long, and wearing surface clothes that were very thin in fabric. She could indeed breathe in the ocean like ordinary Atlanteans, but she wasn’t used to it.

She felt really dizzy. Trapped at the bottom of the sea, and don’t know how to get out of this room. In the room there is a large mirror, she saw that her face was getting pale with red marks on her neck because of Orm choked her.

When she looked at her neck, her eyes suddenly caught sight of someone behind her. She didn’t realize, someone with a beautiful ocean blue eyes wearing armor, staring at her without blinking.

“What do you want?” Y/N asked, turning her head, looking back at Orm.

“I need your help,” Orm said in a low tone, “I need the help of your surface witchcraft thing in this war.”

“I don't want to go to war, I just want to meet my father.”

“You won't go to war, you’ll still be imprisoned here,”said Orm, “what I need is your ability to manipulate their minds, confuse and mess with their minds, like what you did to me.”

“You will lose, King Orm,” Y/N said firmly, “I have seen everything that will happen to you. With the help of my magic or not, you can’t fight the fate.”

“Then you’ll never going to anywehere.” said Orm. He quickly dived away from Y/N and left her alone.

A red flash that came out of her hand struck that room. It was the 15th time she had done the same thing but she still couldn't get out of that room. It appears that her Telekinesis cannot work because her body condition is declining. Her strength became increasingly weak because she was shivering from the cold.

Y/N closed her eyes, someone first came to her mind, the reason why she did all this...

“Father?”

His daughter’s voice reached King Nereus’s ears. suddenly he froze in place. War was everywhere, but suddenly it all disappeared and all he heard was,

“I am here. in this place, a kind of prison, Orm put me here,” Y/N said with a voice that wanted to cry, “I know it’s not a good timing, and…. I just want you to know that I'm here. In Atlantis.”

His daughter’s voice had stopped. He could feel that his own daughter was shivering from the cold there, but he had no other choice. He choose to not see her own daughter now.

***

“That trident doesn’t change who you are,” Orm said it with full of vengeance and hatred. “A half breed bastard. Atlantis would never accept you.”

“I’m not the only one,” said Arthur, “I know you took Mera’s sister to Atlantis, you know that she is also a same bastard like me.”

“That’s different.”

“Because you’re in love?” Arthur grinned.

Orm glared and answered firmly, “Not at all,” and then he prepare to start the attack.

“Then by bloodshed. Do the Gods make known their will.”

A fight between Arthur and Orm begins.

Y/N could see it all through her vision. Her feelings were mixed, she felt her heart beating very fast when Arthur attacked Orm repeatedly. What’s Orm felt when fighting was also connected to Y/N. Sad, anxious, jealousy, hatred.

Y/N closed her eyes. Doing what she has always done to Orm.

In the middle of an extremely fierce battle, a soft voice came to his ears, “Orm….”

He lost his balance. He didn’t hear anything other than the silence Y/N gave him. Orm saw Arthur from afar running towards him to attack him.

Orm felt Y/N's heartbeat start to slow down. He just froze. He didn't hear anything except the voice of a woman shivering and dying, “Orm....”

Suddently Orm’s trident was broken into pieces. And Y/N stopped breathing in her prison room.

“Finish it.” Orm said.

“Yield the throne.” Arthur said.

“Mercy is not our way.”

“Maybe you haven’t noticed brother.” Arthur said, “But I’m not one of you.”

“Do it. Kill me!” Orm shouted, “I killed her, she died!” Orm groaned. His voice was painful.

Before they met in each other in Atlantis, they were connected 5 times through the magic she created. All this time Orm thought that it was just a dream, but deep down in his heart, he knows that it really happened and real.

[monstersinthecosmos]

omg. thinking about pervert vantablack marius again. do you think every once in a while he keeps the videos he makes with armand to himself? and maybe sometimes he doesn't even record at all, fucks armand purely for his own enjoyment. armand definitely notices the camera being off, the lack of dispassionate fussing over angles and positions, but is too apprehensive to question it. it's weird how the lack of an invisible audience only serves to make him feel more exposed, vulnerable to the extent of this creep's hold over him. it makes him wonder if he'd still do this if it weren't for the money and it sends him reeling that he might. in the end he comes hard at the thought of marius not paying him after, that he'd have let himself be used and degraded for no obvious reward, that he crave it for his own sake. afterwards, when he takes the payment from marius, it's not about the money at all

omggggggggg yes i do :)

the thing about Marius is that in all universes, he's an artist on the inside. and I wonder if he got into this business more innocently, like, he's a pornographer but he wants his films to have artistic integrity, he cares about lighting and set design and aesthetic. his background in art & filmmaking opened a door to cash in on this industry.

but he's also become a bit trapped in the capitalism of it all, like how film industry folks will do a mainstream bullshit film for money so that they can afford to go do indy projects, right? so he's found ways to monetize his interest in filmmaking and also in the human form and he still has to uphold it as a business. (like making sure to have multiple genres & revenue streams at all times, like recording & publishing casting couch videos since he's gonna be doing the interview anyway, might as well!)

so I think there are times he still wants to make something just for himself, and not 100% in a creepy way (maybe like 30% creepy way) but just because sometimes he still wants to feel like an artist and still wants to create things for himself.

and Armand is like, so uniquely & otherworldly beautiful that there's almost an instinct to study him like a bug and admire his form. I'm sure he's had Armand record solo videos and he relies on Armand being too squeamish to check their website to see if they ever made it!!!!! HOW DESENSITIZED HAS MARIUS BECOME TO HIS JOB AND WHEN DOES HE START FEELING AGAIN?

anyway yeah I think there's a spectrum of behavior here and certainly a timeline, like, at what point did Marius want to just fuck Armand because he was growing a personal attraction, and at what point can he not use the excuse of creative expression anymore, at what point does Armand begin to crave it, etc. LOTS TO THINK ABOUT.

[cliozaur]

Marius is now likened to a bear who has “just emerged” from his lair. Back in September, he attempted to go to the ball with Courfeyrac, and at that time, he was like a trapped wolf. Now, it is already February, and he is still in melancholy, hibernating like a bear.  I find it intriguing how much attention Hugo pays to his dining habits! We already know what he could afford to eat when he hit the bottom, we know that he lost his appetite when he had just fallen in love, and that he got his appetite back when he thought that his feelings were mutual. And now, “he had been obliged to take to dining again, alas!”

In this chapter and the next, Marius encounters real poverty, much worse than the difficulties he experienced when he had just been expelled from his grandfather’s house. Poverty takes the form of Éponine and Azelma (and Marius is not yet aware that they are his neighbours). Amazing, how observant Marius is despite his depression! He notices that they are very young, “two children” “clad in rags,” with bare feet (in winter!) and they are frightened. There is no hint that he feels any sympathy for them. However, we learn that he finds their slang “repulsive,” as he realizes that they have issues with the police. And his reaction to them, in general, is typically bourgeois: when he sees a child’s coffin further on his route (what an amusing evening he has!), he reflects: “Poor mothers! There is one thing sadder than to see one’s children die; it is to see them leading an evil life.” It sounds so superficial and insensitive that it’s easy to conceive that he does not, in fact, sympathize with the mother who lost her child or the young girls who “lead an evil life.” And after that, he immediately gets back to his own problems and compares the girls he has just encountered to “ghouls.” Though, there is nothing surprising or new: Marius has difficulties with his emotional reactions to the people he knows well, so why would he be more sensitive about two girls who quickly ran past him?

[lenievi]

Wanted to gather my thoughts, so here they are re: bbc!Javert's arc related to Valjean saving people when Javert is around. And some other related thoughts. Not that organized, but well...

From Javert's POV, he watched Valjean save a guard, a guy under the cart, Fantine, Champ, (Cosette), and finally Marius.

In Toulon, Valjean saves a guard's life, after failing to kill him, but that's beside the point; funnily enough Javert didn't notice that Valjean did it on purpose because he wasn't watching at that moment, so he only saw him saving a life. And because he did, and Javert went ??? he called him to his little torture chamber and his first question was: Why did you save his life? Javert thought Valjean did it to get a reward, to be released, because why else would a convict save a life, right? Plus, he thinks Valjean did it to ridicule Javert. He's just looking for reasons, and makes it personal. Javert singles out Valjean, because he doesn't understand him, because Valjean's actions don't make sense to him, because Valjean disregarded his authority - Javert was in charge, he was giving orders, and his men failed and Valjean "won"; he makes up an imaginary contest in his own head and thinks he's superior. And if he was a criminal? He'd be better than Valjean too.

When Valjean saves Fantine from getting arrested, Javert asks: What exactly does this woman mean to you, Monsieur le Maire? because again, he can't wrap his head around why he would do that, why he would risk the mayor's reputation to help a prostitute (if there wasn't something between them). And to cross Javert. Again.

At this point, he has three instances of Valjean saving someone (the guy under the cart is the third one, which happened before Fantine). But because Javert is so wrapped in self-hate and Valjean-hate, he doesn't actually process what it means, exactly. He just knows that Valjean would save a person in need, even if that person is unrelated to him, even if they have no connections. And so he sets up a trap with Champ and the trial in Arras.

(I do believe his "you astonish me" was genuine, but then he suppressed it and continued with his "gotta uncover Valjean" and did not process it)

The thing about this adaptation is that Javert didn't ask Madeleine to ask for his dismissal; Javert turned in his resignation to Madeleine. But Madeleine's not in charge of the police, the only thing that Javert did, imho, was to resign from his position as the police inspector in Montreuil. He didn't resign from the police force. So even if Valjean didn't bite and fall into his trap, Javert would just have to leave Montreuil (and wait for a different opportunity, which would be harder since "Jean Valjean" would be imprisoned, and Javert’s own career might be postponed). But I digress. (I could also be wrong, but this makes the most sense to me.)

When Valjean does come forward, Javert is elated. He was right from the beginning, and that's pretty much his only thought. He doesn't stop to think what it says about Valjean, he just wants to see him in chains again. And he does, and he's happy. Javert relocates to Paris, gets promoted, and probably lives a pretty content life for two years. Like in the book, he probably even forgot about Valjean because he was behind the bars.

And then, Valjean makes a comeback. Javert makes his whole department believe that Valjean is very dangerous (a note: Javert believes this. He thinks Valjean is dangerous and he's also afraid – among other things – of him and his strength) and they spent time and resources on catching him. And Javert fails and loses Valjean for 10 years. And since then, nothing can satisfy him, nothing can give him pleasure. He's lonely and depressed and his failure, the fact that Valjean is at large, haunts him, and his obsession gets worse. He makes a picture of Valjean in his head, believing that he's laughing at him and mocking him. "I shall never be at peace until he’s back in chains."

Gorbeau House happens. Javert gets worse to the point where he even ignores his job, but isn't even aware of it because he connects Valjean with the revolution in his mind. It all makes sense in his head. There's nothing in his mind but Valjean. When he catches him, everything will be fine again. Everything that has been lacking in his life is the fault of "Valjean being free". That is Javert's mindset. Has been for 10 years in this series. Not only does he project his self-hatred but also his self-worth on Valjean.

Barricade happens. Javert genuinely believes that Valjean would kill him. And Valjean lets him go, and Javert doesn't get it. And he finally starts to think and processing, but it was only after he saw Valjean saving Marius that an even bigger shift happened.

Javert: That young man… is he a… particular friend… of yours? Would you say he’s… dear to you? Valjean: Quite the contrary. If he lives, he intends to rob me of all my happiness. Javert: And yet you… are you insane? Valjean: No, I don’t think so. Are you?

Once again, Javert sees Valjean saving someone. Once again, he asks him why? Who is Marius to him? Is he close? Is he dear to him? He's choosing the words carefully, not because of jealousy (even though that subtext is fun too, but not the primary one imho), but because he wants to believe that Marius is someone Valjean cares about. Because if he is, then yes, it makes sense because people save those they're close to. But Valjean tells him that no. That Marius's someone who will rob him, cause him harm. And he still saves him.

From Javert's POV, saving the guard in Toulon brought Javert's wrath. Saving the guy under the cart gave Javert ammunition. Saving Fantine risked the mayor's reputation (and gave Javert more ammunition). Saving Champ cost Valjean his freedom. Letting Javert go meant that Javert could still continue his hunt and it would cost Valjean's freedom again. And now, saving Marius is also detrimental for Valjean himself.

Javert finally understands that Valjean is a good person who helps those who need it. He is a person who redeemed himself. The image Javert created in his mind was a lie. All that Valjean has done in his life, as Madeleine, was good and genuine. And Javert? He wasted years and years on a man who did not exist.

Javert: Are you insane? Valjean: No, I don't think so. Are you?

Javert: I let [Valjean] go. Rivette: An act of clemency? Javert: An act of madness.

And I just genuinely enjoy his character.

[fenicenera83]

Russian AU

- Author's note: This story is inspired by the slavic legend of Koschei the Immortal. The legend I was inspired by, however, is not the classic legend of Koschei, but one i found in a collection of short stories called " A court of silver flames". In this legend the Immortal Koschei, Is trapped by a magic in a lake. Koschei is an immortal creature with immense powers, he was considered one of the ancient god, his power allowed him to feed on life, which Is why he is also called the deathless.Koschei Is often associated with a negative figure, a god of death. In my story, however, Koschei Will be a positive figure, and my story follows a different path from the original legend.Here Koschei the Immortal, will become Marius the Immortal, and the story even though It celebrates the love between Marius and Armand Will have a very special hero: Thorne! Because if Marius needs his best friend Is always there for him.

Since he has left behind, the din of the battles, and Life on the *drakkar in the Sea waves, Thorne has devoted himself to a peaceful life of hunting, a small wooden hut in the woods, where he grew a small vegetable garden, near a village. Thorne did not mind that his hud was far from the village. Thorne went there from time to time, for things he could not build or get himself. To trade the pelts of the animals he hunted, and to have a little money.Thorne never really get used to those people, silent, though kind, often he stopping to hear their stories at the tavern. Thorne, worshipped his gods, follow his traditions, but he was curious and liked to listen to those tales of gods and magnificent beings that he did not know. Slowly, patiently he had learned their language, and the villagers, treated him with respect. Thorne loves to spend those hours before sunset, in the small, barely lit tavern, warming himself by the large Fire in the centre of the room. After the clang of the broken shields, the clashing of swords, the hissing of arrows and the shout of men, Thorne was glad of the peace, he wanted to enjoy It and hoped to spend the last years of his life in that quiet routine. Thus It was that for the first time, he heard the name of Marius the Immortal.Thorne noticed that people there seemed to worship this figure as he worshipped Odin or Thor. He was enraptured by it. And so It was that he learned the story of that Immortal and powerful creature, and he was amazed and saddened by it. That story told of a love broken by cruel hands, of an eternal separation, like a curse. It told of a love so great that it knew no boundaries of time and space, of a love so great that it could not be broken or forgotten.It spoke of a love that lived by searching for the other, the unbreakable need of two hearts that had been brutally separated against their will. And they had never been able to reunite, one lost in time, the other chained by the Queen of Sky, to a lake, to its waters, as punishment for fighting against her, for his love of what they called, the beautiful black's wings creature. Thorne felt close to that god, condemned to solitude and silence, because he had dared to love somenthing different from himself. Thorne too had loved what in his eyes was a goddess, and he too, like Marius the Immortal has lost his love. Thorne returned to his hut every night wondering, if his loneliness could be compared to that of the creature called Marius, if it was not the same pain that they both felt. Seasons passed, and Thorne learned new things and new places, explored the forest away from his hut, and drew maps so he could get his bearings. Over time he ventured farther and farther away. Until One snow-white Summer evening, he became lost, and in disbelief and worry, he sat on a rock at the shore to a lake. As the sky darkened, apprehension in Thorne increased. Finally he gave up and lit a fire, and camped there, hoping with the morning he would be able to find his way home.

Thorne sitting by the fire let his gaze wander, and immediately noticed in the distance somenthing approaching the shore from the waters of the lake.Thorne remained as if hypnotized, unable to distinguish whether It was reality or whether he was dreaming.A man wrapped in crimson robes edged with gold was walking toward him. Accompained by a breeze that ruffled his very long blonde hair, which seemed white in places under the moon's rays, framed a beautiful face, shouded in an aura of nobility and elegance, the serene and calm expressions, the Blue eyes seemed to be able to peer into Thorne's soul to it's most hidden corner.The majestic figure stopped in front of Thorne, and tilting his head with a smile murmured," Greetings to you noble warrior, are you lost?" Thorne stood staring unable to answer, somenthing in him was whispering that he knew that figure, Thorne had spend so many nights, under the stars, wondering how and where, that creature, had found the strenght to survive the loneliness to which he had been condemned. The smile on the crimson-clad man's lips widened, " You must excuse me, my manners are not as perfect they once were, my name is Marius, what is yours?"

the voice of Thorne range out hoarse and low, "Thorne." The crimson- clad man sat elegant and composed by the fire, but part of his long red robes remained in the lake."Have you ventured too far from home?" asked Marius absentmindedly. "That's right, i'm probably getting old," laughed Thorne, who marveled at the full - bodied, sensual laughter that burst from Marius'chest, " We all sin in pride at one time or another, realizing it is a step toward greater self-awareness, though there are things worth being proud, proud and untamed for." Thorne stared again at the robes in the water, "Is pride the reason you are here?" Asked Thorne. Marius looked astonished, but passed quickly, " I have been deprived of my freedom. Chains invisibile to the eyes, but ingrained in my being hold me here Alone, abandoned, a prisoner. But that's not my regret, not why i pour my tears, do you know defeat Thorne? Do you know what it Is to struggle and have everything you wanted to protect, to love, to cherish taken away from you?" Thorne stared into infinitely sad and melancholy blue eyes", "I know what defeat is. I know what loss is." reposed Thorne, and then he asked," Has it been long since you have been imprisoned here?" "Centuries..." Murmured Marius, "Alone?" Asked Thorne again, "Yes, always alone..." Thorne, felt the birth of a strong bound, trust and support, there was much in those few words between them."

" Why did they do this to you?" Thorne asked, trying to imagine centuries of silence and shadows, memories that chase you and fade away, " Because i fell in love, and i left my sacred duty aside, because my heart belonged and belongs to him, and She tore him from my arms, because i dared to believe i could be free to love." Marius replied, lowering his head to his chest, " And did he love you? Did her punish him too?" Who had the right to destroy someone else's love and happiness? Thorne ask himself with disdain as he addressed that question to Marius, " Like the stars the blue of the night, like the sea the froth of the waves, like the wind the whisper among the rock, like the colors of the dawn the sun that creates them.If i cried now, he would see it, if i tremble, he would know it. My soul is his and his is mine." Marius looked up, sadly at Thorne, "Is he alive? Where is he now?" Thorne looked determined and hopeful, "He is, or i would know he is no more." Marius reposed thoughfully. Thorne grew silent, but it was clear what he was thinking. Marius stayed with him until first light, then thanks to Marius' help, Thorne found his way home. So It was that Thorne began to go every day to Marius the Immortal, without fear, but with friendship, and time proved him right, Marius became his greatest friend. In time Thorne took courage and spoke again to Marius, about the creature Marius loved, "He is near, i feel him." whispered Marius, "It has been centuries that my heart calls to him, and he answers, but only for moments, only whispers, only to tell me that his infinite love for me remains, strong and dedicated. Knowing him so close, but not being able to hold him to me, has broken my Will and power." " Is there a way to reunite you with him?" Asked Thorne, Marius remained interdicted, then looked concerned, " She who chained me here, Is no more, but her power remained, binding me and binding my love." said Marius. Thorne seemed even more determined, " So there is a way to bring you together?" " Yes," Marius replied.

Thorne nodded, " I crossed your path, lost, scared, and alone, you gave me help, courage and friendship. More, you gave me a brother, yourself. What you did for me, without knowing me, i cannot forget. I want to be the same for you. Tell me how i can reunite you with your love." Marius seemed impressed and at the same time incredulous in front of such a sincere and good human being. Marius gently placed a pretty painted egg in Thorne's hands, " Take this to the top of the mountain, rising est from here, high up among the snow, you will find an altar, place it there, and made a Blood offering. Call my name, and i will be free, but i warm you, the blood you shed will be bound to me forever." Thorne nodded, not at all impressed or discouraged. And off he went.

In true, for how unbelievable, the egg protected Thorne during his ascent to the top of the mountain. And in truth the warrior could not fathom how that little trinket saved him in a variety of situation, where otherwise, he would have been doomed. He did has Marius has told him, and there was not the slightest second thought in him, even in offering the Blood, Thorne's hand remained firm his will iron. The moment the blood dyed the white snow red, Thorne called Marius' name. From the snow erupted like a storm sound, with shook everything around the altar, Thorne Lost his balance, but strong hands support him, besides him, Marius smiled, "Thank you, my friend, " "Can i stay at your side?" Asked Thorne, and Marius smilingly nodded. They set out together, still higher, where the mountain was even more impassable. It was there, that chained against the mountain side, they found a creature wrapped in Blue robes edged in silver, auburn hair lashed by snow, and eyes closed. What shocked Thorne most, however, were the large black wings, nailed against the rocks by golden spikes.The creature did not move, its complexion snowy, its head abandoned on his chest, as if there was no life left in him. Marius, he approached, but the creature seemed to continue his eternal sleep, tears streaked Marius' face, Who fell to his knees at the creature's feet. He crying and howls so Heartbreaking that Thorne could not hold back his tears. Between tears Thorne, with a hopeful motion, noticed, the eyelids of the beautiful creature move, only to open and reveal fiery, fiery eyes. As if he had felt the presence of the one he loves, those eyes filled with tears, but remained proud, even as they were over come by the fire in his soul, that the sight of the beautiful creature at his feet had generated.In that instant Marius the Immortal, met the gaze of the winged creature. He had thought him dead, lost forever, those dark eyes, instead, shone golden, and stared at him with the same love, devotion, and passion as when they had given themselves to each other centuries before. It was a moment and immense power was unleashed against the mountain to which the winged creature was chained. Thorne was forced, to crouch on the ground and close his eyes, hoping that Marius, releasing his powers, would remember his presence. When he opened his eyes again, Thorne was overwhelmed by the beauty of the vision before him; Marius was holding the winged creature close to him, Who was covering his face with kisses, then whispered, "When i told Her, i had no wings that could take me away from you, She nailed them.So with or without them i could not have come back to you." Marius held him tighter to him, their tears mingled, and their Kisses melted. Marius, took the winged creature in his arms, he rested his head on Marius' chest, his arms around his neck, and to Thorne they seemed the embodiment of happiness. Together they walked away from that place, never to return. So the seasons passed and the years passed, and to this day the legend tells of a beautiful black-winged creature by the side of a beautiful blonde creature dressed in crimson, who every First day of spring, visit a beautiful shirine, built by them, in the woods. It is said that the two immortal creatures, pay homage, with love and gratitude to the indomitable warrior, the human being with a pure and good heart, who was their friend and allowed them to be reunited.With their everlasting love they pay homage to him, carrying his legend through time to the world, so that his courage and good heart May never be forgotten.

* Drakkar- Viking ships.

[ad-hawkeye]

I'm just kinda laughing rn because of the basic idea for the 3rd anniversary cards.

Like, how does Marius end up getting tied up? Did he ask Rosa to do it? Paxton? Vincent? The idea is hilarious to think about. "Vincent, you need to tie it tighter!"

Also, Luke. How did Luke end up getting caught with his hands in handcuffs? Surely, he could've seen it coming with his reflexes? I have a hard time imagining that he was like: "Okay, you can put the cuffs on now."

Vyn, I'm so confused about. Why are we getting the view of a supervillain looking down on a trap that they put the main character through? Is the piano in a basement or something? Was the key to that room thrown away? What is with this view? Lol

Artem's makes sense, but uh, isn't that a very precarious place? Like, the law books are placed all over the place. If you move it, I feel like everything would fall over in an avalanche of books. What a way to go, right? Cause of death: Books. LOL

Just wanted to send you some ridiculous thoughts I had to balance out the mood.

STOPPPP YOU GOT ME LAUGHING SO EARLY IN THE MORNING HAHAHAHA

PLEASEEEE, I NEED THIS SO BAD LMAO.

the way it took me like several days to even notice marius was tied up. girl i just thought that was his belt . don't trust me to ever notice details in ANYTHING </3 vincent i'm not submissive and breedable enough, TIGHTER

luke is also easily the second funniest. the only way i can remotely see this happening is if it was on purpose or if he was showing off how he could break out of cuffs and then failing at it which. i kinda hope its the latter that'd be unironically hilarious.

VYN'S MAKES ME FEEL INSANE BC THE PIANO IS INACCURATE. YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THIS SSS CARD REQUIRES DUPES FOR INTERACTIVITY AND TO UNLOCK EVERYTHING AND THEY CANT EVEN GET THE PIANO RIGHT. LIKE. I HAVE TO LAUGH. also the idea of piano sex makes me ill why would you do that to a perfectly good piano who is cleaning that UP

honestly im shocked artem has the most normal card. i dont trust the story to be normal but im still SIDE EYEING LMFAO. also RIGHT THE BOOKS MAKE ME SO NERVOUS LIKE CLEAN THOSE UP FIRST.

oh man im just. the memes one could make out of these. PLease.

[thebonerpit]

Idk if anyone follows my posts enough to even notice this but you may have seen me talking about a lot of new things I've watched so far this year, both tv and film. I kind of made a mini resolution to do this because I found, especially at the end of 2023, that I was stuck in a rut of either rewatching old things or mindlessly flipping through YouTube videos I had little to no interest in. There's so much media out there I'm interested in and now I feel almost reinvigorated to go through it and I've been having a blast.

Most of the time I'll probably just reblog a gifset or two with thoughts in the tags but I finally watched the Interview with the Vampire tv show and I have FEELINGS (mostly good)! Spoilers for season one and I do talk about book things that eventually happen so beware in case you don't know and want to continue the show completely blind...

So I kinda put off watching this at first because the Vampire Chronicles books are some of my favourites, and while it did have its own issues, the 1994 film holds a special place in my heart. I was like... do we really need anything else? But I'm glad I gave it a chance because the show was able to go so much further in so many aspects and also now we have a chance to actually see even more of the book events take place!

I'm gonna say up front that almost every character felt very different from how they are in the book except for Lestat. Lestat was actual perfection and I cannot BELIEVE someone did a (dare I say) even better job than Tom Cruise who gave the performance of his life in the film. Sam Reid's Lestat is unhinged and dramatic and terrifying and sad and cringe and yet also loveable and it was a masterpiece of acting. For the majority of the other characters I really didn't mind the differences and in some instances I thought they were actually improved. Daniel Molloy, for example, who is basically Anthony Bourdain? Perfection. Louis who is yes kind of pathetic and dramatic like the book, but also is volatile and complicated which Lestat is drawn to right from the beginning instead of only after having his little breakdown caused by his brother's death? Excellent. Armand who is older and looks nothing like the Armand described in the books but I can see without any problem how Marius fell madly deeply insanely in love with him because he's GORGEOUS and has this unsettling serenity about him? Give. Me. MORE.

The only issue I really had was with Claudia. I see people praising her all over the place so I'm sure this is an unpopular opinion but I hated that they aged her up so much. The most compelling thing about Claudia as a character is that she is an adult woman trapped in the body of a literal CHILD. A pre-pubescent child. Not a teenager. It's absolutely horrifying and it should be horrifying. Now, I will say, I saw an article where they talked about part of the reason behind this choice being that they needed the actor to work longer hours and it was impossible for a kid to do that, plus the very intense material, and I fully FULLY support any protections for child actors because the industry is insane. But it does make me sad and I wish there was some way they could have worked around it. I get what they tried to do with teenage Claudia but it just fell flat for me. And also the actress really looks her age (I think she's 20?) so like the few times where people were making fun of her for "playing dress up" or whatever I'm like... she fully looks like an older teen at LEAST what are you talking about lol. Also I thought her accent was kind of bad.

But honestly, that was really the only problem I had with the whole series. I absolutely loved how they went full-on explicit with the Lestat/Louis romance and the chemistry between the two of them was... WOOF. I was actually really interested in the modern portions too, mostly because Anthony Bour-- I mean Daniel Molloy was so entertaining lol. I loved how he pushed and pushed at Louis and their whole back and forth was brilliant. Although putting on my archivist's hat for a second to be outraged at Daniel consenting to wearing the cotton gloves to handle the diaries but then eating a fucking sandwich right beside the book???? Absolutely not lol. It was so much fun to see the Armand reveal (which I was spoiled for somehow but that's ok) especially knowing that Armand eventually turns Daniel and boy oh boy I hope they go long enough to get to that. I loved the continued references to Lestat's love of music which makes me hope they're planting seeds to make rock star Lestat a little more believable lol (god can you even imagine?? And we don't talk about the Queen of the Damned movie ok).

As for S2, I'm so excited for Paris and the Théâtre des Vampires and HELLO Ben Daniels as Santiago!!! Omg so hype for that. And it's going to be so interesting to see the Armand/Louis relationship as well because I mean it's always going to be Lestat/Louis and Armand/Marius for me so Louis being like "he's the love of my life"... girl. (And speaking of Armand/Marius please GOD give us some flashbacks because they are my Vampire Chronicles OTP and I need to see that whole story including my girl Bianca thank youuuuu).

Yeah so overall I'm quite positive about the whole thing and sincerely hope that they get many more seasons because there's so many interesting stories in those books and we've only ever gotten a TINY portion on screen.

[hekateinhell]

“I can't believe my alternate Devil's Minion posting brought you into my inbox and not my 'Marius/Armand/Lestat + Lestat & Armand being brothers' smut posting” that’s because I MISSED IT. For some reason Tumblr has been doing me dirty lately and usually shows me either old posts or posts that I’ve already seen at the top of my feed and there’s so much incredible stuff I miss unless I take the time to check ppl’s blogs individually (which in your case I’ll gladly do ofc 🥰). ANYHOW. I’m caught up now, back to business. In my head Lestat and Armand are always competing for Marius’ attention/approval (the Succession anon was REALLY onto something here omg), and things tend to get frisky when Marius ultimately ends up favoring Lestat/lets him get away with shit he’d never let Armand get away with. A major Lestat fuck up that ends with Marius laughing it off and calling him a brat prince/damned creature is equivalent to 2 daily whipping sessions for 5 consecutive days for Armand. So the thought of Marius bending them both to his will while outrageously favoring Lestat and saving the worst for Armand while Lestat initially has the time of his life but then his competitive streak starts to kick in once he notices how much Armand’s genuine desperation to please Marius actually GETS to Marius and starts rewarding him… it does things to me, I won’t lie 🥹 “But it leads me back to my thought of Armand baby-trapping Lestat with one of his own nieces or nephews during the French Revolution.” WITH ONE OF HIS OWN WHAT??WHEN??? Imagine Armand holding two mini Lestat clones on both arms while all three of them look at him like 🥺🥺🥺 “provide? 👉👈” and Lestat now has a whole ass family to take care of. I NEED IT. Missed you too! xoxo DA

DA here again, brain won’t stop conjuring up images🫣 what if Marius started getting a little too rough with Armand (even for his standards, which as we know are pretty damn rough already) which made Lestat feel extremely protective of him but unsure about what to do next WHICH would of course be noticed by Marius so he’d end up getting some of Armand’s blows as punishment but he’d take them like a champ for his ahem, brother. And then Armand would lick his wounds clean while they both hold each other and cry 🫠

Work melted my brain and I forgot to check my ask box for a few days, but oh what a lovely Friday treat! 🤧♥️

Where do I even begin? 🥹

Tbh the most scandalous aspect of all of this is the visual of Armand looking all barefoot and pregnant, holding two blond babies while making his canonical Puss in Boots eyes at Lestat (like he isn't an entire deranged Satanic cult leader).

And you know what? You and I and everyone else knows it would work as long as Gabrielle wasn't around to shut that shit down. Shame, because Lestat deserved to be trapped with two kids and a husband that's incurably psychosexually obsessed with him by the ripe old age of twenty-two (this is my hill to die on today). Armand rocking those babies and going, "Would you really refuse me now after I have saved your own flesh and blood from the guillotines? 🥺"

Instead of being disgusted like Louis was, Lestat would be simultaneously terrified and enamored (it's his Armand default, he can't help it). The debate of whether Armand truly does have more morals than Lestat when it comes to turning children can be sorted out once and for all.

NOW LET'S TALK MARIUS.

Not to get too meta when we're talking smut lmao but I feel that in general, Marius is one of those people that the more he loves you, the more you suffer (Lestat is too, and also Armand pre-his 'healed at Trinity Gate' era).

So on the surface, it appears that Lestat is the favorite but in the end Armand gets more of Marius's attention and frustrations. Lestat's way too competitive to take that lying down (so to speak), and maybe it reminds him too much of his childhood and it's upsetting!

But you're right, Lestat is actually extremely gentle and tender when it comes to Armand! At least compared to how he treats Louis, David, etc. Remembering how he lets Armand cling to him in BC while he cries and then Lestat kisses him. 🥹 And Armand is also protective/possessive of him! Nobody gets to hurt Lestat (except Armand).

The only thing better than Lestat crying is both of them crying together and licking up each other's tears. 🥵 But it's a good crying, like 70% of their present-day issues stem from Marius directly or indirectly, so it's sort of poetic that him hurting both of them would give them something to bond over.

Maybe Daddy does know best sometimes. 🙏🏼

[theblackphoenixwritings]

Russian AU

- Author's note: This story is inspired by the slavic legend of Koschei the Immortal. The legend I was inspired by, however, is not the classic legend of Koschei, but one i found in a collection of short stories called " A court of silver flames". In this legend the Immortal Koschei, Is trapped by a magic in a lake. Koschei is an immortal creature with immense powers, he was considered one of the ancient god, his power allowed him to feed on life, which Is why he is also called the deathless.Koschei Is often associated with a negative figure, a god of death. In my story, however, Koschei Will be a positive figure, and my story follows a different path from the original legend.Here Koschei the Immortal, will become Marius the Immortal, and the story even though It celebrates the love between Marius and Armand Will have a very special hero: Thorne! Because if Marius needs his best friend Is always there for him.

Since he has left behind, the din of the battles, and Life on the *drakkar in the Sea waves, Thorne has devoted himself to a peaceful life of hunting, a small wooden hut in the woods, where he grew a small vegetable garden, near a village. Thorne did not mind that his hud was far from the village. Thorne went there from time to time, for things he could not build or get himself. To trade the pelts of the animals he hunted, and to have a little money.Thorne never really get used to those people, silent, though kind, often he stopping to hear their stories at the tavern. Thorne, worshipped his gods, follow his traditions, but he was curious and liked to listen to those tales of gods and magnificent beings that he did not know. Slowly, patiently he had learned their language, and the villagers, treated him with respect. Thorne loves to spend those hours before sunset, in the small, barely lit tavern, warming himself by the large Fire in the centre of the room. After the clang of the broken shields, the clashing of swords, the hissing of arrows and the shout of men, Thorne was glad of the peace, he wanted to enjoy It and hoped to spend the last years of his life in that quiet routine. Thus It was that for the first time, he heard the name of Marius the Immortal.Thorne noticed that people there seemed to worship this figure as he worshipped Odin or Thor. He was enraptured by it. And so It was that he learned the story of that Immortal and powerful creature, and he was amazed and saddened by it. That story told of a love broken by cruel hands, of an eternal separation, like a curse. It told of a love so great that it knew no boundaries of time and space, of a love so great that it could not be broken or forgotten.It spoke of a love that lived by searching for the other, the unbreakable need of two hearts that had been brutally separated against their will. And they had never been able to reunite, one lost in time, the other chained by the Queen of Sky, to a lake, to its waters, as punishment for fighting against her, for his love of what they called, the beautiful black's wings creature. Thorne felt close to that god, condemned to solitude and silence, because he had dared to love somenthing different from himself. Thorne too had loved what in his eyes was a goddess, and he too, like Marius the Immortal has lost his love. Thorne returned to his hut every night wondering, if his loneliness could be compared to that of the creature called Marius, if it was not the same pain that they both felt. Seasons passed, and Thorne learned new things and new places, explored the forest away from his hut, and drew maps so he could get his bearings. Over time he ventured farther and farther away. Until One snow-white Summer evening, he became lost, and in disbelief and worry, he sat on a rock at the shore to a lake. As the sky darkened, apprehension in Thorne increased. Finally he gave up and lit a fire, and camped there, hoping with the morning he would be able to find his way home.

Thorne sitting by the fire let his gaze wander, and immediately noticed in the distance somenthing approaching the shore from the waters of the lake.Thorne remained as if hypnotized, unable to distinguish whether It was reality or whether he was dreaming.A man wrapped in crimson robes edged with gold was walking toward him. Accompained by a breeze that ruffled his very long blonde hair, which seemed white in places under the moon's rays, framed a beautiful face, shouded in an aura of nobility and elegance, the serene and calm expressions, the Blue eyes seemed to be able to peer into Thorne's soul to it's most hidden corner.The majestic figure stopped in front of Thorne, and tilting his head with a smile murmured," Greetings to you noble warrior, are you lost?" Thorne stood staring unable to answer, somenthing in him was whispering that he knew that figure, Thorne had spend so many nights, under the stars, wondering how and where, that creature, had found the strenght to survive the loneliness to which he had been condemned. The smile on the crimson-clad man's lips widened, " You must excuse me, my manners are not as perfect they once were, my name is Marius, what is yours?"

the voice of Thorne range out hoarse and low, "Thorne." The crimson- clad man sat elegant and composed by the fire, but part of his long red robes remained in the lake."Have you ventured too far from home?" asked Marius absentmindedly. "That's right, i'm probably getting old," laughed Thorne, who marveled at the full - bodied, sensual laughter that burst from Marius'chest, " We all sin in pride at one time or another, realizing it is a step toward greater self-awareness, though there are things worth being proud, proud and untamed for." Thorne stared again at the robes in the water, "Is pride the reason you are here?" Asked Thorne. Marius looked astonished, but passed quickly, " I have been deprived of my freedom. Chains invisibile to the eyes, but ingrained in my being hold me here Alone, abandoned, a prisoner. But that's not my regret, not why i pour my tears, do you know defeat Thorne? Do you know what it Is to struggle and have everything you wanted to protect, to love, to cherish taken away from you?" Thorne stared into infinitely sad and melancholy blue eyes", "I know what defeat is. I know what loss is." reposed Thorne, and then he asked," Has it been long since you have been imprisoned here?" "Centuries..." Murmured Marius, "Alone?" Asked Thorne again, "Yes, always alone..." Thorne, felt the birth of a strong bound, trust and support, there was much in those few words between them."

" Why did they do this to you?" Thorne asked, trying to imagine centuries of silence and shadows, memories that chase you and fade away, " Because i fell in love, and i left my sacred duty aside, because my heart belonged and belongs to him, and She tore him from my arms, because i dared to believe i could be free to love." Marius replied, lowering his head to his chest, " And did he love you? Did her punish him too?" Who had the right to destroy someone else's love and happiness? Thorne ask himself with disdain as he addressed that question to Marius, " Like the stars the blue of the night, like the sea the froth of the waves, like the wind the whisper among the rock, like the colors of the dawn the sun that creates them.If i cried now, he would see it, if i tremble, he would know it. My soul is his and his is mine." Marius looked up, sadly at Thorne, "Is he alive? Where is he now?" Thorne looked determined and hopeful, "He is, or i would know he is no more." Marius reposed thoughfully. Thorne grew silent, but it was clear what he was thinking. Marius stayed with him until first light, then thanks to Marius' help, Thorne found his way home. So It was that Thorne began to go every day to Marius the Immortal, without fear, but with friendship, and time proved him right, Marius became his greatest friend. In time Thorne took courage and spoke again to Marius, about the creature Marius loved, "He is near, i feel him." whispered Marius, "It has been centuries that my heart calls to him, and he answers, but only for moments, only whispers, only to tell me that his infinite love for me remains, strong and dedicated. Knowing him so close, but not being able to hold him to me, has broken my Will and power." " Is there a way to reunite you with him?" Asked Thorne, Marius remained interdicted, then looked concerned, " She who chained me here, Is no more, but her power remained, binding me and binding my love." said Marius. Thorne seemed even more determined, " So there is a way to bring you together?" " Yes," Marius replied.

Thorne nodded, " I crossed your path, lost, scared, and alone, you gave me help, courage and friendship. More, you gave me a brother, yourself. What you did for me, without knowing me, i cannot forget. I want to be the same for you. Tell me how i can reunite you with your love." Marius seemed impressed and at the same time incredulous in front of such a sincere and good human being. Marius gently placed a pretty painted egg in Thorne's hands, " Take this to the top of the mountain, rising est from here, high up among the snow, you will find an altar, place it there, and made a Blood offering. Call my name, and i will be free, but i warm you, the blood you shed will be bound to me forever." Thorne nodded, not at all impressed or discouraged. And off he went.

In true, for how unbelievable, the egg protected Thorne during his ascent to the top of the mountain. And in truth the warrior could not fathom how that little trinket saved him in a variety of situation, where otherwise, he would have been doomed. He did has Marius has told him, and there was not the slightest second thought in him, even in offering the Blood, Thorne's hand remained firm his will iron. The moment the blood dyed the white snow red, Thorne called Marius' name. From the snow erupted like a storm sound, with shook everything around the altar, Thorne Lost his balance, but strong hands support him, besides him, Marius smiled, "Thank you, my friend, " "Can i stay at your side?" Asked Thorne, and Marius smilingly nodded. They set out together, still higher, where the mountain was even more impassable. It was there, that chained against the mountain side, they found a creature wrapped in Blue robes edged in silver, auburn hair lashed by snow, and eyes closed. What shocked Thorne most, however, were the large black wings, nailed against the rocks by golden spikes.The creature did not move, its complexion snowy, its head abandoned on his chest, as if there was no life left in him. Marius, he approached, but the creature seemed to continue his eternal sleep, tears streaked Marius' face, Who fell to his knees at the creature's feet. He crying and howls so Heartbreaking that Thorne could not hold back his tears. Between tears Thorne, with a hopeful motion, noticed, the eyelids of the beautiful creature move, only to open and reveal fiery, fiery eyes. As if he had felt the presence of the one he loves, those eyes filled with tears, but remained proud, even as they were over come by the fire in his soul, that the sight of the beautiful creature at his feet had generated.In that instant Marius the Immortal, met the gaze of the winged creature. He had thought him dead, lost forever, those dark eyes, instead, shone golden, and stared at him with the same love, devotion, and passion as when they had given themselves to each other centuries before. It was a moment and immense power was unleashed against the mountain to which the winged creature was chained. Thorne was forced, to crouch on the ground and close his eyes, hoping that Marius, releasing his powers, would remember his presence. When he opened his eyes again, Thorne was overwhelmed by the beauty of the vision before him; Marius was holding the winged creature close to him, Who was covering his face with kisses, then whispered, "When i told Her, i had no wings that could take me away from you, She nailed them.So with or without them i could not have come back to you." Marius held him tighter to him, their tears mingled, and their Kisses melted. Marius, took the winged creature in his arms, he rested his head on Marius' chest, his arms around his neck, and to Thorne they seemed the embodiment of happiness. Together they walked away from that place, never to return. So the seasons passed and the years passed, and to this day the legend tells of a beautiful black-winged creature by the side of a beautiful blonde creature dressed in crimson, who every First day of spring, visit a beautiful shirine, built by them, in the woods. It is said that the two immortal creatures, pay homage, with love and gratitude to the indomitable warrior, the human being with a pure and good heart, who was their friend and allowed them to be reunited.With their everlasting love they pay homage to him, carrying his legend through time to the world, so that his courage and good heart May never be forgotten.

* Drakkar- Viking ships.

[fiction-podcast-lover]

Alright since one person asked (sorry it took so long) @runefirestarter

LETS GO INTO HEAVY DETAILS

Javert is the most obvious, The hunt, he is literally hunting Valjean for years, obsessed with his hunt, and when the hunt fails he kills himself...

The Valjean, this one was harder, it could have been several enteties but went for The eye because he has the most secrets and also has the most knowledge of everything going down since he is a bit connected with everything

Cosette is the lonely because well.. it's a whole part of her story arc that she is lonely, be it in her childhood with the thenadiers, when she lives with the nuns or when she lives with Valjean

Fontine is the corruption because in her story the world "corrups" her, not only that but by selling her teeth and hair is looks like she is starting to rot before she even dies and lastly she dies from sickness, all very corruption core

Eponine is also the lonely because her too is very lonely, maybe it was not the case in her childhood but when she lives in Paris it's very much the case, she is trying so hard to be seen and heard but despite being surrounded by people that should love her she is lonely, and the only time she is truly seen and heard is when she is dying

Madame Thenardier is the web because she is very manipulative and often pulls the strings but at the same time is very much trapped in her marriage

Monsieur Thenardier is the hunt because he hungers and chase fame and money all the time, he also is on the hunt all his life even if it's another kind of hunt then Javert, and also you could easily put the beast/bad wold imagery on him

Enjolras is the slaughter because he led a rebelion that led to many deaths, the whole barriquade thing is very much a slaughter thing and in a TMA AU he would have heard a strange melody shortly before his death if yk yk)

Grantaire is also the lonely (damn always the depressed bitches being lonely coded) because firstly he has nothing much in his life, no conviction, nothing he belives in aside from Enjolras, his whole reason to have joined Les amies de L'ABC feels pretty lonely to me, but most importantly his fear of him and his friends being forgotten, dying without anyone remembering them or their cause is super lonely coded, and also one sided love is also very lonely coded

Gavroche with the dark because he is always sneaking around without people seeing or noticing him and he very much acts in the dark

Marius with the spiral because of his whole existential crisis, how he feels he is loosing his mind a bit as he falls in love and becomes so unsure of his moralities and views of the world

Since this blog started at being for fiction podcasts and then it ended in me endlessly yapping about les misérables, let's mix it together!

I'm assigning The Magnus Archives entities to Les Misérables characters

Javert - The Hunt (OBVIOUSLY)

Jean Valjean - The Eye

Cosette - The Lonely

Fontine - The Corruption

Eponine - The Lonely

Madame Thénardier - The Web

Monsieur Thénardier - The Hunt

Enjolras - The Slaughter

Grantaire - The Lonely

Gavrosh - The Dark

Marius - The Spiral

If ANYONE asks i WILL go into heavy details about my reasoning

[valkyrayn]

Hi! Can I request Marius with the prompt

“Don’t cover you’re face, I want to see you”

Or “Be a good girl and spread your legs”

🤩🤩🤩❗ty

sorry this took so long anon. i was struggling to find a scenario for this but i finally got it! now all i can think about is having marius accidentally walk in on me masturbating. mmmm yes. also if yall don't already notice by now, my headcanon for marius is that he has a breeding kink. so expect to see a lot of mentions of cum whenever i write marius lmao

Pairing: Marius von Hagen x afab!reader

Words: 1.9k words

Tags: marius catches you masturbating, wet dream, dirty talking, creampie, porn without plot, just shameless smut, i just really want marius to fuck me ok like have you seen him in the card with the hawaiian shirt?!?!

The beeping sound of the front door being opened doesn’t wake you and you’re pretty sure the sound comes from your dream anyway. Also you’re getting to the best part of the dream. Your hand has long disappeared under the blanket and you’re touching yourself, fingers rubbing your clit desperately as you try to keep up with the rhythm of dream Marius’ pounding into you.

Meanwhile, the real life Marius has just crossed the threshold of your apartment after carefully shutting the door behind him so as not to wake you. He’s been coming home late for the past few weeks because of the upcoming big Pax Group project that he’s spearheading. Despite his hectic schedule, he makes it a point to sleep over at your apartment on days when he’s too busy to contact you.

Marius slowly opens the door to your bedroom to find you in bed as expected. He doesn’t walk in right away instead he leans against the door frame to watch your sleeping figure from the distance – completely oblivious to the lewd self-pleasure action that’s happening under the covers.

It’s not until when he turns around to leave that he hears a faint voice coming from your direction, immediately stopping him in his tracks. Taking a step back, he leans back slightly to hear it again – silence…

‘Aa-aah...’

That confirms it for him, the noise definitely comes from you. Even more curious now, he finally turns around and walks into your bedroom, slowly approaching your side of the bed.

‘Ah…M-Marius please…want…so…good…’

Oh? Oh.

Immediately, he turns to look at the lower part of your body. Despite still being heavily covered by the layers of blanket and comforter, it’s unmistakable – you’re touching yourself.

The blood rushes to his groin at this realization, making him erect almost instantly. Marius’ focus goes back to your face and it takes a lot of restraint for him not to grab you by the face and shove his tongue into your waiting mouth.

Instead, he leans down towards your face and blows lightly into your ear. You whine at the tickling sensation but continue to stimulate yourself with your fingers, completely unaware of his presence.

“Cum for me,” he whispers into your ear.

Your subconscious mind obeys him and immediately, you come undone, cumming around your fingers, soaking your panties with your juices. The wet sensation of your slick on your inner thighs finally rouses you and as your eyes try to adjust to the darkness of the room, your ears pick up on a faint jingling noise beside you. Unable to identify what it is, you decide to reach your arms forward and that’s when your hands collide onto something solid.

Fully awake now at the shock, you make a move to sit up only to have the covers removed from on top of you and with swift motion, your body is suddenly pinned down against the bed by a force so familiar, you don’t find it threatening.

“Onee-san…” You hear his voice.

The city lights streaming in through the tall glass windows illuminate the side of his face, further confirming his identity; not that you were expecting anybody else to be in your room at 2am in the morning.

“Did you miss me that much, onee-san?” He smirks, his hands propped on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him. You reach up and cup his face with your hand, rubbing small circles on his cheek but suddenly realizing you’re touching him with the same hand that was just inside you. Embarrassed, you pull away quickly only for him to catch you by the wrist, stopping you.

“Don’t you dare…I want to taste you.” He grins and brings your hand towards his mouth. You watch as he takes in your fingers, one at a time into his hot mouth, sucking into each digit slowly. Your cunt twitches at the sensual sight of him licking and swallowing your slick, tasting you. He moans against your fingers, sending vibrations up your spine causing you to arch your back. You try to grind against his clothed erection only to have him push your hips back down onto the bed, denying you.

“After cumming like that, you still want my cock?” He laughs and you shoot him a glare, realizing now that he’s clearly caught you masturbating just minutes ago. Marius climbs down the bed and before you can prop yourself up to see what he’s up to, he pulls on your legs, dragging your body towards the edge of the bed.

Looking at him standing between your legs, you finally notice how his belt is already unbuckled and zippers pulled down, revealing his bulge that’s desperate for release. Marius hooks his fingers on the elastic of your silk shorts before tugging it down forcefully, causing you to yelp.

Tossing your pants onto the floor, he steps back and starts removing his own trousers all while admiring the flush look on your face.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” He orders you, his voice deep, dripping with lust and you can see the impatience in his eyes. You don’t hesitate as you slowly press your hands against your inner thighs before spreading your legs for him. He groans at the sight of your bare cunt, dripping wet and ready for him.

“Mmm…look at you. You’re a fucking mess down there already.”

He launches forward and grinds his hard cock against your pussy lips, smearing your slick all over his length as his hands grab onto your tits through your crop top. Your nipples protrude against the cotton material and he captures one with his mouth, letting his saliva soak into the fabric.

Marius keeps his hand on your breast as he grabs onto his throbbing cock with the other, lining up his tip against your entrance. You feel him rub the head against your pussy, smearing his pre-cum all over, doing everything but shoving his dick inside you. Frustrated, you grind your hips forward in an attempt to sheathe yourself onto him.

“So eager…” he smirks, stepping back to avoid entering you like you want him to. Instead he slaps his cock against your lips then proceeds to tease your clit with the head and he continues to do this until you’re squirming beneath him, moaning and begging for him to fuck you. The bastard is as desperate as you but enjoys seeing you come apart like this first.

“Did you dream of me fucking you hard? How good was it?” He asks, his voice low and tantalizing. He continues his torment, the lewd noise of his cock slapping onto your cunt fills the room – and it’s wet and obscene.

“P-please…” You beg.

“I’ll show you that the real thing is better, babe…do you want that?”

You can barely hear him with all the ringing in your ears as blood rushes through your veins and your body feels as if it’s on fire despite being in the air conditioned room.

“I said,” he pauses then suddenly slams inside you with a force, reaching deep within you almost instantly. “...do you fucking want that?”

The overwhelming pleasure of finally having him buried deep inside your cunt sends you reeling, your eyes roll to the back of your head until all you can see is white. Your hands reach out behind you to grab onto one of the pillows then proceed to place it over your face so you can muffle your screams against it.

Your body jerks roughly on the bed as he continues to pound mercilessly against you. Every so often, he will pull his cock out, leaving just the tip only to slam himself back in just so he can feel your walls convulse around him.

“Oh fuck!” He throws his head back, groaning at the feeling of your clenching pussy and it brings him close to the precipice. But by some extreme self-restraint, he manages to keep himself from cumming so soon. Meanwhile, you’re already arching your back again as you ride the waves of your fifth explosive orgasm, creaming around him and screaming his name against the pillow.

Grabbing onto the edge of the pillow, Marius pulls it away from your face and tosses it to the other side of the room. “Don’t cover your face, babe. I want to see you…” He says breathlessly, his hips continue to piston into you with an unfaltering rhythm, still hard and fast – enough to make your tits bounce behind the crop top.

“Want to see that beautiful face as I cum inside you…” You moan at his words and you try to respond but all that comes out are incoherent babbling. He loves seeing you all flustered like this. Loves seeing those pink hues blooming on your cheeks, looking all shy and innocent despite being engaged in this lewd activity.

“How does my real cock feel, babe?” He asks through gritted teeth. Your focus remains on the ceiling, mind thoroughly scrambled, struggling to produce even a single lucid thought. All you can feel at that moment is his thick cock pumping in and out of your cunt, splitting you open repeatedly until your walls remember his shape.

At this point, you’re almost falling off the bed – your ass dangling on the edge but Marius keeps you there by gripping onto your ass as he continues his punishing thrusts into you. Your walls clench around him and you can feel his cock swell inside you, signaling that he’s close to his own release.

In an effort to spur him on, you reach down and lightly squeeze his balls that are hanging heavily between his thighs. “Fuck!” He yells, looking down at your hands as you lightly massage him in an attempt to coax the cum out of him.

This awakens something primal in him as he suddenly tightens his grip on your ass so he can push you up back onto the bed then proceeds to fuck you violently. Your body trembles from the overwhelming sensation, your hips bucking wildly against him, meeting his thrusts until you cum around him again and again.

“I’m going to fucking fill you up,” he groans and then fulfilling that promise seconds later. He throws his head back, his final thrust sends your body jerking and you cum again around him at the sensation of him spurting his semen inside you. You whine at the pleasure, satiated and full of his seed. Exhaling loudly, you drop your body against the bed, lying flat on it with your arms spread on the sides – all the arching has definitely pulled a muscle or two.

Marius stays inside you, pumping the last few drops inside your cunt as he brushes the hair on your face to the side so he can see your eyes. You smile, turning your head against his hand to place a kiss on his palm. “You always fuck me so good…” you say breathlessly, still struggling to catch your breath.

“Expect nothing less from the Marius von Hagen,” he says smugly and you can’t help but roll your eyes at that. When he steps back to detach himself from you, you immediately feel his cum dribble out, soaking into the comforter.

“Oops,” he chuckles lightly, guiding his cock towards your pussy once again to collect the dripping cum so he can push it back inside your gaping hole. You moan at the sensation of being plugged by his cock once again, never tire of having him inside you. You can feel his cock swell, hardening again as he continues to slide in and out of your dripping cunt.

You give him a knowing look as your hands start to grip onto the sheets and he responds with a smirk. He gathers you in his arms and throws you onto the center of the bed so he can continue to fuck you until the sun comes up.

Needless to say, you can barely walk the next day. You swear to yourself not to have sex with him for at least another week – or at least until your cunt stops dripping profusely with his cum.

[artemstellation]

tot men + playing with their hair.

artem wing...

.... melts like butter when he feels your hands carding through his hair, feeling all his stress and anxiety float away with each twirl of his raven locks and the movement of your gentle fingers.

the first time you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair, he was so surprised to know how relaxing he found it to be. now he actively seeks you out to play with his hair when he's stressed, melting in your arms as soon as he feels your fingers running softly through his tresses. gives you a lot of kisses and cuddles (even though he usually does) to thank you.

he fidgets with your hand when he wants you to play with his hair, and gives you eskimo kisses until you laugh and agree to his demands (he gives you a smug but goofy grin in response). you can often find a small smile on his face whenever you play with his hair (smiling artem gives me enough serotonin for a week), and he hums a few melodies for you from time to time, relaxing with your company and affection.

marius von hagen...

.... sends a smug little smirk your way when he feels you play with his hair. makes a teasing comment about how irresistible you find him (a good 'ol smack should shut him up), but you notice him subtly leaning into your hands for more.

the first time you do it is because he reminds you of a cat (one that is absolutely chaotic), and because you kept wondering about what he'd do if you reached out and ran your fingers through his hair. he immediately froze for a moment before turning around to make a cheeky remark, but then leaned in like a cat and placed his head in your lap, silently asking you to continue.

now he just randomly lays in your lap (very much like a cat who wants attention) and places your hand upon his head, nudging at it to get you to play with his hair. often peeks at you with one eye open and smiles softly when you meet his lilac gaze, leaning in a little more in your direction. peppers kisses all over your hands and pulls you down gently for a long kiss as a thank you.

luke pearce...

.... gives you a goofy, lopsided grin, before he pulls you onto his lap and leans into your touch, giving you more access to continue playing and twirling with his hair.

you do it out of habit, as you gave him a lot of head pats when you were younger, which evolved (is it a pokémon? yeah, it is /j) into running your fingers through his soft caramel coloured hair, which has him sighing in content at the feelings that were mellow, warm and fuzzy at the same time that had begun bubbling in his chest.

comes up to you, places his head on your shoulder and traps you in a back hug when he wants you to play with his hair (the k-drama vibes in here, i swear-). when you reach out and play with his locks, he nuzzles closer into your neck, and litters small kisses there in response. places a lingering kiss on your forehead before picking you up in his arms for an extended cuddle session with lots of kisses.

vyn richter...

.... smiles lovingly at you, before taking ahold of your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles and the rest of your hand, making exaggerated noises along with to make you laugh.

the reason why you do it is because his hair looks so soft and luscious that you have no choice but to try and run your hands through it (it feels just the same as it looks - don't be shy, drop the name of that shampoo). he only raises an eyebrow in response to your actions, but shifts a bit so that you're more comfortable and lowers his head a little more so you can reach easier.

traps you in a hug and toys with your fingers when he wants you to play with his hair. places feather light kisses on your fingertips and doesn't let you go until you agree to it, for which he gives you a little victorious smile. often reads out a book loud to you when you run your fingers through his hair, and sometimes abandons it in favour of launching a surprise tickle attack at you. makes it up by giving you lots of snuggles and kisses, though.

✦ notes; hehe have something i pulled out of nowhere because i haven't given you guys any content in a long, long time. hhhnngh exams suck and math can go be its own therapist, i'm tired of it. now to disappear again.

- rine

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