#tears of themis fic

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Marius - Tears of Themis (ToT) - You Shall Be Mine!

Pairing: female reader x Marius

Warnings: angst, make out

Word count: 2438

A/N: okay, that was not the fic I was writing for marius bday, but let's all pretend it is. I honestly can't believe it took me 4 months to finish this ahaha

“Oh my, I’m so excited! My first art class with the one and only Marius von Hagen! I'll not lose this opportunity! He shall be mine!” you confidently say it to reassure yourself.

“Definitely! Keep your hopes high and you will get him! If Ms. Lauren said so, it will happen!”

“I hope so Amy. Because she did get it right that you were going to marry your now husband.”

“I know, right? She is indeed a great fortune teller.”

“What commotion is that over there? I think it’s close to my classroom. I’ll go check it out. See you later, Amy.”

“See ya!”

You head towards the commotion near your classroom to find out that this chaos was caused by Mr. von Hagen himself. Several women were screaming and some even fainted. All of them are your classmates by the way.

You were excited to finally get a chance to see in person the bachelor Ms. Lauren said it was going to belong to you, but, apparently, other women also had the same idea.

“I was so inspired to draw anything just to get a chance to talk to him, but look at this-”

With no other option, you go to class. At the end of it, Marius asked all the students to show him their drawings, and as expected, they were all in line fighting to see and interact with the youngest von Hagen first-hand.

It’s finally your turn to show your art, however, your excitement is no longer there, but you still put on your best smile in respect of Marius efforts to teach a bunch of noobies to draw something in only one class.

You briefly talk to Marius, he gives you a few suggestions to improve your art and after thanking him, you pack your stuff up to go home. While you are leaving Stellis University, you spot a few of your classmates chatting and approach them to ask their impressions about Marius and the reason why they decided to apply to his course.

Apparently, none of them was there because the fortune teller told them they would marry Marius. But, on the other hand, they told you that they recently saw an article in the most famous gossip magazine that a von Hagen expert affirmed that Marius wants to settle down for good, after years of being involved with several women.

The von Hagen youngest heir is no longer that young, but he still is the most eligible bachelor in Stellis. Some say that nowadays there are men at the age of 20 who are the new deal, but if those polls are indeed accurate, women still think that there is no one like 40-year-old Marius.

A week later, you are in his class, but, once more, there is no progress. It’s impossible to talk to Marius. You feel defeated and unable to come up with a plan B.

“I shouldn’t have trusted Ms. Lauren, but she hit the nail on the head when she specifically said who Amy was going to marry. I guess the seer just got lucky, although, at that time, Amy didn’t even know her now-future husband.”

“But you know what? I’ll talk to her again. Let’s see if she will have the courage to lie to me again after I tell her there are hundreds of women trying to seduce Marius.”

It’s still early, so you head to Ms. Lauren’s booth at Stellis Park for another appointment.

“Welcome, dear. It’s so nice to see you again. How is your friend Amy doing?”

“Thank you for having me. She is doing great. I suppose you know why I’m here, right?”

“Hehe, don’t tell me that you already gave up, sweety?”

“Did you read that article about Mr. von Hagen? Coincidentally, it was not long after I first came here.”

“I did not. What was it about?”

*sigh* “A supposedly von Hagen expert said he wants to get married for real."

"Oh, I see. Well, that's good news then! The cards don't lie."

"So you still believe he will be mine?”

“Of course, dear. I can see your souls are connected. But you seem dispirited. Be patient, okay?”

“Yeah…”

You left the appointment, but you’re still gloomy. You decide to buy an ice cream to cheer you up while you ponder on what to do from now on.

“I don’t think I should waste my time with Ms. Lauren. As I expected, she kept insisting I would marry a von Hagen. You know what? I’ll just focus on my art classes. It’s a lifetime opportunity for a Z fan like me.”

“Ohh… that’s actually an excellent idea. Focusing on your class, I mean.”

“Huh?”

You turn around to see Marius looking at you leaning on a nearby tree in the park.

“Shit… How much did you hear? Er… I mean… Nevermind. I… I better get going. I have to work tomorrow, so… Bye, Mr. von Hagen!”

You walk as fast as you can without looking back, but something tells you that he is making fun of you while you helplessly try to run away from him.

Outside the park, you finally stop for a moment to breathe properly. There is no sign of Marius nearby, so you finally allow yourself to relax leaning on a wall.

It’s a lovely sunny Saturday, the park is crowded, probably hundreds of people coming and going, but your mind is elsewhere. It seems that the more you try to approach Marius, the more bad luck you get.

In the end, you just feel frustrated that you wasted your money AGAIN to see the fortune teller, who basically said the same damn thing. And to make things worse, now your professor is aware that you are a terrible student who is only there to try to hook up with him.

A moment of clarity comes to your mind, and you realize that although you were now planning to just take his classes with no ulterior reason, Marius may expel you from his class as he already knows you are just wasting his time.

“Fuck… How did I manage to ruin everything so fast? I’m probably the worst stalker Stellis has ever seen.”

“ But- Wait! I can fix this. I KNOW! I’ll find him, apologize, and ask him to replace me with another student. I just took two classes so I’m sure he can find another person willing to join in the remaining classes, right? At least, there is a chance he won’t think I’m a gold digger.”

Resolute, you go back to where he saw you. Your ice cream melted at this point, but you just don’t care and eat all of it to give you the extra boost you need to face him again.

Finally, Lady Luck smiled on you. Marius is still there. It seems he is alone, so you take the chance to approach him before you change your mind.

“Ahem… Mr. von Hagen… Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Oh… I didn’t think you’d come back. Don’t tell me that you are here to ask me out…” says the bachelor with a teasing smile.

“No! I’m so sorry about that. I just came to apologize for earlier and also well…”

After explaining your situation…

“I see… I don’t need your apology though. You know, what? I know how you can make up for what you have done.”

“What?”

“As you claim to like Z so much, you’ll help my assistant Vincent to organize the following exhibition we're planning. Then we'll be even as you took a place from someone who might actually come to study.”

One week later, instead of going to your class, you head to the exhibition’s location to help Vincent. This is your last day working with Marius' assistant. Since Monday, you have been visiting the location after work to help with what you could.

You had more fun there than you imagined. Having a chance to see so many captivating paintings and sculptures is only for a privileged few.

“And that’s the last one. I think I’m done here, Vincent.”

“Thank you so much, lady. Master Marius will be pleased to see everything is ready for tonight.”

“I hope so, I don’t wanna get in trouble again hahaha.”

“Hehe, don’t worry, you did a terrific job. By the way, here is the ticket for tonight.”

“Huh?”

“What? Is something wrong?”

“I didn’t… I was not expecting this, Vincent.”

“Huh? But that’s just a thank-you gift for your hard work. I thought you liked Master’s work.”

“O-Of course I do! It’s just that… I’m sorry, Vincent. I really can’t accept it. I hope you understand.”

“But… *sigh* Okay, lady. If you change your mind please let me know. You can still enter tonight without a ticket.”

“Thanks. Well, it’s time for me to go. It was a pleasure working with you, Vincent. Good luck.”

“Likewise.”

You nod to Vincent apologetically because deep inside you know you will not attend the event. You mentally thank Vincent for being so understanding. You haven’t seen Marius since he offered you this position to work with them to organize the event. It turned out that Marius even paid you to work there, even though he didn’t need to.

You take the money to treat yourself in a restaurant of your liking to chill. You have this sense of accomplishment and relief that you can close this Marius chapter in your life and move on from that crazy idea you’d marry him.

The following days would have passed by smoothly if it wasn’t for Mr. von Hagen's regular presence watching you leave work. The first time you saw him, you just couldn’t believe it. You had to look twice to make sure you were not seeing things. He was certainly looking at you inside of his car. That unmistakable seductive smile that probably all women in Stellis have seen at least once on TV or in person.

So many theories crossed your mind of why he was doing that, but you tried your best to ignore his presence. He never approached or got out of his car. Vincent also didn’t text you to ask for anything, so you were clueless at this point.

You tried to ignore him for a week, but it got to a point that you could no longer pretend he was not there, so you finally decided to question the man.

“Good night, Mr. von Hagen, may I know what’s the matter?”

“Oh, good night. What a coincidence, huh? I was just passing by. Do you work here by chance?”, he says playfully as if it was not a straight-up lie.

“Yeah, what a coincidence indeed. I do work here. Do you have a meeting with someone from my work?”

“Not really. But as we are already here, why don’t you come on in so we can chat a bit?”

Sighing, you enter his car. Marius laughs as if he was enjoying this whole thing. Before you can ask again what’s his problem, he shows you the fortune teller’s business card.

“What? How did you get this card?!”

“I think you are asking the wrong question here, missy. You should ask me what I was doing that day at the park. I was expecting you to figure it out, but apparently, you are too polite to ask anything about my personal life.”

“Well… after what I did it would be awkward to ask you that.”

“If you were curious enough we could be in a totally different situation now, missy.”

*sigh* “It can’t be helped. I’ll have to tell you. I also got an appointment with Ms. Lauren that day.”

“WHATTTT?! For real?”

“Why are you surprised?”

“Er… I don’t know, you don’t see the type of person who would pay for a fortune teller’s service.”

“Hehe, maybe you are right. The thing is, I was kinda bored walking at the park a few months ago and decided to give it a try just to see what she would tell me about my future.”

“I asked her about my love life and she had the audacity to tell me I would finally get married and that my future wife was one of her client' friend. Just like you that day, I didn’t take that seriously, but deep inside I wished she was right.”

“Surprisingly, not long after I talked to her, I saw you around here chatting with your friend when I was driving home, and you caught my attention. Since then, I’ve been watching you closely. The more I observed you, the more interested I got, to the point I decided to invest in OUR future. So I’ve been trying to lure you as you were so dense.”

“Don’t tell me…”

“Hahaha, that’s right, missy. I paid the fortune teller to tell you what I wanted. That day you saw me at the park I was going to thank her as she indeed brought you to me.”

“I was a bit concerned though when she told me you were discouraged to stalk me when you heard about that interview I gave and that most women in our class were there because of that. At the time, I was very frustrated about my personal life, so I said that to mock the interviewer. I have always lied about my private life to those journalists, so it never occurred to me this would shy you away from me.”

“As a von Hagen, I love to be challenged and I love to be surprised as well. So when I found out you went to her booth, I was soo excited to see if you were going to make a move.”

Unable to process what you just heard, you get in shock for a moment. Seeing you were not reacting, Marius makes his move, kissing your lips with no hesitation. Open-eyed, you look at him in disbelief, trying to mumble something, but he just keeps going and going until you finally give in to his charms.

Almost out of breath, the two of you stop for a second. There is no hint of embarrassment on you or Marius' faces. It felt so right that there was no regret. On the contrary, your eyes lock with his, giving him the answer he needed. He goes for it again. But, this time, you’re ready to enjoy every second of it, letting him touch you as he pleases. All the chagrin, desperation and bashfulness you felt in the past few weeks finally paid off. Marius von Hagen will indeed be yours.

[svartish]

baby deer

one of the two fics i planned on doing for vyn's birthday this year. may you enjoy the torment of his younger years, contrasted beautifully by the hope prevailing within his future. September 27th -- A most dreadful day, surely, housing the meeting of two different creatures most alike in fate. Young and weak, little Vilhlem is left with no option but to obey, no matter how it pains him so, a display most wretched.

in case you missed it in the tags, this fic contains hunting and animal death, including that of a young animal. the violence is only worded minimally, but please exercise discretion if needed. 1.4k words

“It’s been long enough; I think we should head home now.”

“Not yet. Not after last year’s fiasco.”

Footsteps quiet atop twigs and leaves, the small party presses forward, bows in hand. Near the middle of the group trudges a young boy, silver head bowed toward the ground numbly. His feet step over each other, taking no care to avoid the multitude of twigs snapping beneath his heel. He stumbles slightly, a hand from somewhere behind him unsympathetically grabs his shoulder, keeping him from hitting the ground before roughly shoving him back onto his feet properly. 

He continues walking, eyes down toward his feet yet not truly looking, stare somehow lost in the distance from head to toe. 

“He needs the experience.”

Helpless cries, a whimper, die out in the young boy’s throat, the reality of his fate pressing down against him. There would be no point in crying, begging, or whimpering – not when there is no one to hear, to care. 

He hears it suddenly, they all do: a branch, then another, both snapping quickly, clumsily, a short distance away. His head whips up, golden eyes blown wide, fearfully gazing and desperately scanning, searching for the source with trepidation corded tight around his throat. The instinct to see, to know, betrays him, bearing him witness when he knows it will only hurt him more. 

Their eyes meet. Beyond branches upon branches, trees upon trees, they lock eyes; young boy and mother deer. 

His breath hitches in his throat, his body tensing immediately. His arms dig into his sides, petrified in place. He doesn’t move, but it doesn’t do anything. It doesn’t matter.

The men around him move, quickly and quietly. He feels them rush past, the wind lifting the silver hair from his cheek, though his eyes remain frozen in place. They move with a grace he could only pray they lose, a practiced hunter’s skill evident in each man’s unique movements. 

Run, hide, please!  

Desperate pleas bang about ceaselessly within his mind, clawing about for purchase, for a chance, as his vision nearly wavers. His breath comes quicker and quicker, the lump in his throat swelling more and more, choking his dying hope mercilessly. His fingers quiver, twitch, curl, yet he cannot find it within himself to move, to scare the majestic creature, to give it life. His ears, traitors, pick up the sound of heavy footsteps trampling over leaves and twigs, deafening yet not enough to shake the determined creature, her wide eyes fixated solely on the little boy, before he hears it. Amidst the footsteps, the voices of the men only quietly piercing the air, the tell-tale snap of fibers cuts through the atmosphere as easily as it cuts through life.

Devastation rips through him first as nausea settles in, golden eyes blown wide. Numbness circles around him, nearly deaf to the sounds of the adults speaking, celebrating. Deaf only until they return, something heavy slung above his uncle’s shoulder, when it’s dropped carelessly amongst the dead leaves. Dead husk resting atop dead leaves. He averts his eyes once more. 

“I think that’s good enough for toda-"

A snap and all their heads whip around, conclusion hanging in the air. Between the trees, further off from where the mother once stood, now stands a baby. Its legs thin and its eyes curious, it can’t be more than a few months old, likely born only months before this wretched, wretched fall began. 

Once again, that raw, visceral feeling, that undying scream, wells up in the boy’s throat, begging the animal to turn tail and run; to save itself like it could. To run like he’d like to himself. Yet still, the animal only lowers its head slightly, sniffing at the ground, large eyes transfixed on the pathetic heap that once served as its mother. 

Something is huffed behind him, a silent agreement he didn’t hear, before a rough hand shoves him forward, shuffling over his own heavy feet. He turns back, aghast, mouth dangling open and ready to protest, only to be met with stern faces in turn. 

“Go on. You handle this one. Then we can head home.” A cold chill shivers the trees as silence settles for a moment, shattered only once more. “And not a moment before.” 

Mouth still slightly parted, horror and trepidation filling him, the young boy turns slowly to look again toward where the stupid, stupid deer still stands. It, too, has become rooted to its spot, perhaps too afraid, or too daft, to know it should run. He steps, feet unsure, once, twice, moving closer as one of the adults in the group begins a low argument with the one who forced him forwards.

Numbly, he finds himself having moved ever so slightly closer, his hands barely registering the bow loosely hanging off his fingertips. He gulps, adjusting his grasp to hold the cool metal properly, a tremor shaking up the expanse of his arms. He holds it up before him, arm straight, as he reaches to nock the arrow. He pauses, breath caught.

Foolishly, the young boy makes a critical error; he locks eyes with the creature he is made to kill. 

Large black circles, bearing nothing but youthful innocence and the beauty of nature, stare back into his own haunted golden eyes. Pure, they reflect only him back. At that moment, the boy realizes they two are the same. Scared. Alone. Motherless.

With a rush of emotion crashing over him, guilt and venom rise up in his throat. A heat pools behind his eyes as his fingers tremble and quake. The press of the bow against his fingertips feels raw, bleeding, the ache overwhelming and biting deeply into his senses. The air is cold, chillingly so, ripping at the exposed skin of his hands and cheeks, freezing the unshed tears and burning the roof of his mouth. When the wind whips, again and again, tearing and seeking and painful, lifting his hair from his face and beating against his young cheeks. A hiccup, weak and pitiful, wells inside the hollow-feeling crevice settled snug behind his ribs. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, the tears forced out to trail down the chilled expanse of his skin. He breathes in, his breath staggering and chest heaving ever so slightly. His emotions run high, higher and higher, tearing and tripping over each other as they bubble to the surface, to the threshold, a choked sob the only sound slipping from him. 

“It’s alright, Albert. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” 

The voice he wants to hear least out of anything. It tears against his ears and beats against his worn heart. The wind isn’t biting or chilling or tearing away at his skin. The air isn’t brutal, punishing his lungs and stabbing his mouth. There is only boy and deer, mirrors of each other within this undying forest. Mirrors of the boy’s own fate.

Motherless.

His eyes shut tight the moment it happens, the arrow whistling from his straightened arm and ending the brutal moment with the most sickening thwack he’s ever heard. His heart beats quickly inside his chest, banging against his ribs as if seeking to escape the guilt lodged tight within him. He cries openly, a weak sound pouring from his mouth in equal measure to the increased tears flowing from his eyes. His feet weakly lead him one step before another, until he finds himself before the once vulnerable, beautiful creature.

His knees find the dirt and his head finds his hands as he weeps. Its eyes are still open and he can still see himself, his weak, helpless self, reflected for the whole world to see. Vulnerable. 

The first man to him is his father, strong hand cupping his shoulder for a moment in comfort before gingerly guiding him back to his feet. The touch is kinder, more gentle than those from his uncles before, and he allows himself to take his father’s hand, snot streaming down his face, to be led away from the scene. He doesn’t hear the conversations from his uncles, their satisfaction or delight, curling in upon himself and tuning out the evils around him. His arms hug each other, hunching over slightly, his father’s hand still on his shoulder, as he seeks true comfort only amongst himself.

For who is he to seek forgiveness, warmth? Who is he to beg for love he knows not how to give? He is nothing more than a sacrifice; a struggling, straggling baby deer, prey upon shaky legs, alone in this vast world – motherless.

[samsspambox]

He sticks to what he knows: Giann had enemies, he had fanatics, and the Pax Civil War was effectively over so the tabloids had nothing to talk about. Not that it stopped them.

He's fine, though. He doesn't have any meetings for the next couple of weeks. Well, he shouldn't have any, but the snakes inside the company wouldn't pity him for long.

Marius is Fine.

or alternatively: marius is not fine, he punches someone, and there's new information on the case. not in that order.

hi hi new fic i wanted to get out before my goblin brain starts to focus on the ficathon prompt!!! kjbsfkjsbfk

[laciefuyu]

Marius soon dashed toward his car. There was no part of his outfit he could save thought, he was thoroughly drenched. He started his car but it looked like the heater had not quite started functioning yet.

He gritted his teeth, not liking how any of this was going.

It didn't take a long time for him to arrive at NXX headquarters, but by then he was already pissed at the situation he was in. Marius closed his car's door more strongly than he intended. He only shook his head before entering the headquarters.

He thought he was alone until he saw a certain senior attorney checking who’d arrived. Their eyes met for a moment, but Marius immediately looked away.

Right now, Marius wasn't in the mood to deal with people. This was the best action he could think of, looking away and hoping for Artem to leave him alone. He didn't want to talk to anyone.

AKA

The third chapter with Marius. The third victim of rain. A not good day for Marius. These words he didn't mean. Artem and Marius talking after all.

Marius’s chapter! I hope you can enjoys it!

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

good stuff :D

#1 Groans | Marius von Hagen

go away 18 below/ minors! NSFW Ahead!

Fandom: Tears of Themis Pairing: Marius Von Hagen x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Vaginal penetration, Unprotected sex, dirty praises, mentions of cock warming

you love the sound of his moans

the way he's clenched within you, thrusting into your cunt so deep it's touching the cervix, it's brilliant. the sound of him trying to grasp on to his sanity and trying desperately not lose himself within you is addicting, the rasp of his groans as he moves faster, the way he compliments you in the dirtiest way possible, but the ends of his sentences are just pants, leaves you with a great sense of satisfaction

"-fuck, your pussy takes my cock up so well"

"shit shit shit, you're so warm and wet, can you hear the slick of how you are, onee-san/ jiejie?"

he's feeling good, and you know it - he loves telling you how wet and welcoming your pussy is to him, and you know that it's because he's been fucking you too much and too hard that it's molded into his shape, but that doesn't mean you're any less tight than you were when you were a virgin

it's his goal to mess up your pussy, fucking you in every possible timing, from on his desk at work (he makes you sit on him as he works, warming his cock then proceeds to fuck you into the table, sofa and carpet) to behind the kitchen counter as you try to wash the dishes that you never got to finish, since he decided you looked tastier

but "it's still so tight, how?" he asks, you moan in reply, you're sure your cunt is a mess by now. but every time he touches you, you heat up, and when he kisses you, you get drenched, and whenever he inserts himself in you, you fucking clench the hardest you can, gripping him like a vice, unwilling to let go

when his movements start to get jittery you know he's about to cum, his moans get an half an octave higher, and somehow that turns you on even more, his moans and pants in sync with his thrusts and the guttural sound he makes when he releases is gold, it's so beastlike and you just want to keep hearing it

You love the feeling of his cum inside you, when your cunt latches on his dick even harder, as his cock swells, your legs and arms around him, clutching him and pushing him deeper into you, and only letting go when you feel the familiar heat of his semen shoot inside you and push between your still clenching walls and his still swollen dick

you whine in disappointment when you feel him slip out, but scream in pleasure and surprise when he reinserts his cock, 'accidentally' pushing the results of his hard work (;3) out of your pussy

"aw it all slipped out... guess i'll have to fuck more into you"

he says that every time with a grin (and you want to smack him), but you know the night's only getting started, and it won't end until morning comes, and the cum in you has frothed from all the thrusting that he does

first time, well not first time writing, but first time posting smoot (hopefully this is hot enough) MARIUS WILL BE THE END OF ME FUCK (me)

brain is chaos - not from dick but please - will be writing more, hopefully! Got some ideas but yet to Be written! (i wanna write about car sex)

[khickuwa]

...and as they dance, their worries melt away. for a moment, the world is theirs.

[harmonysanreads]

I still think hyv would be making more money if they just made an otome game with their male characters

[kissofthemis]

hey who on hoyoverse staff decided to make the most heartbreaking story about 2 NPCs in a fantasy AU event

[solaria-writes]

Ancient Roman Names for the Guys of the NXX + Darius

Lucius Petronius Fidelis (Luke Pearce)

Lucius (/ˈluːʃ(i)əs/): Roman praenomen, or given name, is said to have been derived from lux, light, and is supposed originally to have been given to children who were born at dawn. Others connect the name with the archaic adjective loucus, which meant "bright" or "shining", pointing out the Greek cognate, leukos, from which the personal name Lucas or Luke is derived.

Petronius (/pɪˈtroʊniəs/): Roman nomen or family name appears to be a patronymic surname derived from the Oscan praenomen Petro or Petrus, meaning "stone, yokel, woodpecker".

Fidelis (/ fɪˈdeːlɪs/): Roman cognomen, from the word fidelis, meaning "faithful".

Gaius Menenius Dārēus (Darius Morgan)

Gaius (/ˈɡaɪəs/): Roman praenomen, or given name, of uncertain meaning. It is possibly derived from Latin gaudere "to rejoice", though it may be of unknown Etruscan origin. This was a very common Roman praenomen. 

Menenius (/meˈnɛːnius/): Roman nomen, or family name, which comes from the root “mens,” meaning “mind” or “intellect.”

Dārēus (/dəˈɹaɪ.əs/): Roman cognomen, or nickname, which traces back to Old Persian: 𐎭𐎠𐎼𐎹𐎺𐎢𐏁 Dārayavauš, which is composed of 𐎭𐎠𐎼𐎹 (Dāraya-, lit. 'to hold') and 𐎺𐎢 (va(h)u-, lit. 'good'), meaning "holding firm the good", "he who holds firm the good(ness)."

Mettius Aurelius Artemis (Artem Wing)

Mettius (/ˈmɛtiəs/): Roman praenomen, or given name, possibly derived from the Oscan word meddix meaning "magistrate". 

Aurelius (/ɔːˈriːliəs/): Roman nomen, or family name that was derived from Latin aureus meaning "golden, gilded". According to some, Aurelius was derived from a Sabine word for the sun.

Artemis (/ˈɑːrtɪmɪs/): In ancient Greek religion and mythology, Artemis is the goddess of the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, transitions, nature, vegetation, childbirth, care of children, and chastity. In later times, she was identified with Selene, the personification of the Moon. The goddess Diana is her Roman equivalent.

Imperator Caesar Marius Hostilius Augustus (Marius Von Hagen)

Marius (/ˈma.rɪ.ʊs/): Roman nomen or  family name that was derived either from Mars, the name of the Roman god of War, or else from the Latin root mas, maris meaning "male".

Hostilius (/hɔsˈtɪ.lɪ.ʊs/): Roman cognomen that might be derived from hostis, "stranger, foe", but it could possibly have originated as a variation of Faustus, another ancient name meaning “fortunate”.

Gulielmus Albius Strigo (Vyn Richter)

Gulielmus (/ɡʊ.lɪˈɛl.mʊs/): Latinized praenomen or given name that derives from the Germanic Wilhelm (Vilhelm), whose roots wil (“will, desire”) and helm (“helmet, protection”) combine to mean “resolute protector”. 

Albius (/ˈal.bɪ.ʊs/): Roman nomen or family name derived from the common Latin surname Albus, meaning "white".

Strigo (/ˈstrɪ.ɡo/): Roman cognomen or nickname derived from the common Latin word strix, meaning “owl-like”. 

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

yall need more s chips in tot? fill out the survey! we still have some days left

also, they ask a lot of questions about the dragon event so that's your chance to give your opinion ^^

[svartish]

to tear down walls

once again, its been a while since ive written anything. writers block hitting pretty hard. might delete this one later as well

primarily implied vynrosa. i want nxx found family and good relationship and team building :(( mostly an examination of vyn and his hangups on getting along with others. not proofread

Vyn is, was, and always will be closed off. At first it formed as a defense mechanism years ago, a protective shell for a vulnerable child, yet he strove to never take down his walls and open himself again. Not only is he accustomed to this nature by now, but he has found it so much easier to be viewed as a “mystery” and left to his own devices by others. 

Unfortunately (as he would scathingly put it), that was growing less and less of an option for him in his every day. Regardless of how firmly he attempted to remove himself from plans to “socialize” and “team build”, he could feel the foundation of his attitudes crumbling under his feet with each passing day. It was growing ever harder to conjure up excuses for why he couldn’t join in on the latest proposition. 

He regretfully admitted to himself that some of the ideas for “team bonding” were somewhat interesting, whether they be for a team sleepover, dinner, or day-long outing. A vindictive side of him was rather intrigued by Luke’s suggestion for paintball once, yet he still choked back his interest and declined the invitation as politely as possible. 

He sighed quietly to himself, the sound still loud in his comparatively quiet study, as he allowed the dictaphone to slip between his slender fingers and thump carefully onto his desk. A pale cheek came to rest delicately against the curled fist of his other hand, allowing himself a pause from his nightly ritual to attempt to sort out his thoughts. 

This dead-end thwarted him more than his pride would allow him to accept. He’d found himself growing stumped more and more often when pondering how to approach the odd propositions of building relationships with his team. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, a part of him buried deep inside understood this conflict stemmed from years of being closed off colliding with the human interest of getting to know those around him. 

The most insufferable roadblock, trumping even his slight interests in some of the activities offered, took the form of their dearest new lawyer recruit. Infuriatingly, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about her that confounded him so. At least, not yet. Perhaps it was the almost naïve optimism she carried, contrasting so with his own outlook just enough to grant him the chance to view the world as she did. It would be a lie to say he hadn’t felt his worldviews waiver and even change for the better after his meetings with her. 

The meetings, however, were acting as the source of an oncoming headache for him. Rosa, dear sweet Rosa, had asked him today why he always seemed to have time to meet up with her but always had to deny any group outing the others tried to set up. In a sense of panic unfamiliar to him, he floundered and flustered internally. While he was able to balm the situation adequately and without suspicion, that little seed of doubt wedged its way deep between the spaces of his ribcage, weighing on him only as he tried to wind down for the night.

Why was he so willing to meet up with her and no one else?

A sigh caressed the surface of his lips like a kiss as he gazed leisurely across his study, mind wracked trying to come up with an excuse instead of an answer. The more he searched, the more desperately he tried to come up with anything, the more he came to realize there was only one reason at all. 

He was scared.

Vyn hadn’t been close to anyone willingly in years. He chose to close himself off, chose a life in which he couldn’t be hurt any longer, but he was being forced to reevaluate this decision. Rosa was the first of these earth-shattering reevaluations. He was already suffering in trying to determine how to allow his walls down enough to fall in love with her in the first place, but now he was being confronted with the option to tear down these walls further and accept the offered companionship of others. 

He sat in silence as his mind replayed the events of the past few weeks, a small furrow creasing the skin between his brows. He could remember finding a small pack of tea he had offhandedly mentioned enjoying during a meeting finding its way into the NXX building kitchen when Artem restocked some of it recently. He remembered the small sticky notes filled with doodles of his garden in the spots Marius sat in after their meetings. Even Luke occasionally offered to up the building’s security or fix up any of his broken antiques. The more he thought, the more he began to realize the subtle kindness the group offered him that he refused to notice. In fact… even their first proposed outing together was the idea for a trip to an orchestra. 

The revelations this provided Vyn were unfamiliar to him, and he shifted in his seat a little uncomfortably at the thought. Were they being kind to him this whole time? Did they desire a bond with him that he had so cruelly shut down? Perhaps he had been… a little crass, but that was never much of a concern to him. As he saw it, being a little rude was warranted at times to shut down the people who desired a fake relationship to take advantage of him. This was how he had always been and how he learned to be, but it wouldn’t be the first time he was proven wrong by people with other viewpoints.

Rosa was the first to shatter expectations he’d held for his entire life, convictions about love he’d been certain of since childhood. Still reeling from that blow, he now had to face the possibility that he might have been wrong again. 

A message from someone on the team had come in while he was ruminating. It seems the team was trying once again to set up something for them all to do together. He wasn’t surprised to see the group message coming from Rosa; she was always the one leading the forefront of trying to get them all closer. What did surprise him instead was the fact that he didn’t feel the need to immediately turn down the offer. In fact, a small part of him already felt a tiny desire to agree for the first time. 

He shook his head and straightened his clothes as he prepared to exit the study for the night. He felt worn from his internal debate and was ready to retire to a pleasant sleep. Despite this exhaustion, a smile played lightly across his lips. The feeling was slightly foreign, though he couldn’t categorize it as unpleasant. He was even slightly giddy, actually. 

The message still glowing on his screen showed nothing but genuine interest from him as he asked for more details on the invitation they gave him for the first time.  

[samsspambox]

This would look… bad. If anyone found out what was about to happen, what led up to it, they’d surely look at Neil Hume as the villain of the story. No matter his intentions, no matter what was being done behind the scenes.

He could play it off. They’d believe him, maybe, but he would have to prove that he got rid of Giann. He had no gun, no blood stains on his person.

“There! Stop him!”

Neil runs.

or alternatively: Neil and Giann are found. It has devastating consequences.

surprise! fic be upon ye!

[laciefuyu]

someone in art team is personally catering to me tbh

[surely-galena]

His hands fiddle with his phone as he speaks, his words coming out disjointed and soft, so quiet that Aaron has to lean forward to hear him. “I had—have—someone like that in my life. Whoever your patient is, he’s very fortunate to have you.” Aaron’s mouth falls open. What is he supposed to say to that? He’d only thought he’d check on a stranger’s potential joint issues, and suddenly here he is, talking to a lawyer whose voice drips with a heavy coat of grief. * Or: Aaron Yishmir and Artem Wing have an oddly vulnerable conversation in a mall.

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I think that Aaron and Artem should have the chance to meet because they would definitely get along.

Also, angst.

[cottonycloudy]

I haven’t listened to the whole Epic concept album, but I feel like “Would You Fall in Love with Me Again” could fit LukeRosa very well!

I can imagine it as an AU, but I think I could work in canon too. Luke could be telling Rosa about his time in the NSB and asking if she could still love him even though he’s not the same as he was eight years ago due to what he’s seen and experienced. Rosa, of course, reassures him. She knows that even though he’s gone through a lot, he’s still the playful, outgoing, loving, smart, and kind friend that she knew all those years ago. She’ll always fall in love with every iteration of Luke, just like Luke will always fall in love with every iteration of her.

[actualbird]

🧃wordcount: 3.2k complete oneshot 🧃ship: marius/luke 🧃kidnapping, comedy, protective luke

NEW MARILUKE FIC!! and this one’s a silly one: marius gets kidnapped by idiots it’s a ridiculous ordeal all around. give this fic a read if you wanna see the World’s Most Incompetent Kidnappers, marius being a little shit, vyn’s short but striking cameo appearance, and badass luke being all protective and shit.

read here: 👉 https://archiveofourown.org/works/58667470 👈

likes, reblogs, kudos, comments, and tag rambles are welcome!! i hope somebody out there enjoys reading this :3