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theclementinediaries · 1 year ago
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The Seven Deadly Sins of the NXX Team
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➵ PRIDE best describes Artem, for he takes great pride in everything he does, especially when it comes to work. He would go above and beyond, and would go to great lengths, to ensure that he is always on top of his game. His work is his pride, and his pride is his work, his entire sense of self-worth relies heavily on how well he manages to do his job right.
➵ He has a reputation of having a 99% win rate, so you could imagine how much his pride suffered when he lost in that 1% case. He felt like a failure, like everything that he has worked up to until that point, all of his achievements and success, meant nothing. And for someone, who puts so much value in his career, his success, whose pride mainly stems from his achievements and winning, that really put a dent on not just his pride, but his self worth in general.
➵ Who is he, if not a winner? Who is he, if not the best of the best? Who is he, if he can’t succeed? Would there be any point for his existence if he can’t succeeded, if he can’t become the greatest?
➵ Ultimately, Artem’s pride is his biggest motivator to do better, to be better, but it’s also what eats him up inside, it’s what pushes him over the edge, to the point that it’s hurting him.
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➵ Green is the color of ENVY, and that perfectly describes Vyn to a T. Don't get him wrong though, he is not envious of someone having more money, fame, status, or materialistic items than him, far from it actually. Vyn's envy is rooted in seeing people, who have a more full filing happier life than him, especially if they are less fortunate than him.
➵ Of course, as a psychologist expert, he bares no ill well towards people who have it better than him, and on the contrary, he should be happy for those people given his profession. But yet no matter how much he tries not to, he can't help but feel envious of those people, like he resented them for having a life that he fought so hard to obtain, yet it came so natural to them.
➵ His jealousy and envy is one of the reasons why he's so meticulous with his words, never letting anyone ever get too close, for fear that he might uncover something, that he might not like.
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➵ For someone who is so happy go-lucky, WRATH really does have a strong hold on Luke. But don't get it twisted, Luke is not angry at anyone at particular, more specifically so, his wrath is directed at himself.
➵ He is so angry at himself, for not being strong enough, for not being good enough, for not being smart enough, but most of all, his angry at himself for not being there for you when you needed him the most.
➵ The anger and wrath that he feels is mostly fueled due to his own shortcomings and inadequacies, and how he expresses that anger is by acting so recklessly, throwing himself into danger, sacrificing himself, again and again. He hopes that his self-sacrifice would compensate for all his failures and shortcomings, he hopes that him throwing his life away would make up the fact that he failed to protect you, failed to give you more time, failed...you.
➵ And most of all, he hopes that his self-sacrifice would help lessen the wrath inside his heart, but it never does, in fact, it only seems to ignite it further.
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➵ Now this might sound predictable from the infamous playboy himself, but Marius, is driven by LUST. He likes to indulge in the pleasures of life, whether that be sexual or not, it doesn't really matter to him.
➵ For so long, Marius wanted nothing more than to be free, to live the life that he so desperately wants, and to have the freedom to make the choices that he wants. Those are his deepest desires that he lust for the most.
➵ But sadly, no matter how much Marius lusts over a life of freedom, no matter how many times he wished to indulge in a pleasurable life that not even money can buy, the universe doesn't always give us what we want.
➵ So all Marius has left is to fulfill other people's hopes and dreams, fulfilling other people desires and lust, in hopes that, that would be enough to fill the empty whole inside his heart.
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actualbird · 1 year ago
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do you think the nxx ever cries or just… don’t deal with their emotions in a healthy way? they must be so emotionally repressed!
im so sorry but this is worded in a way i find absolutely hilarious omfg. do they cry or do they suck it up til the end of time? KJAHVSJFHAVSLFSFKJA
i like to think they Do cry, but my god it takes a Lot. this goes for All of them. like, we've seen in canon when the nxx boys and rosa cries, and it's usually during/after very high stakes or very emotional situations. some examples off the top of my head are
marius cries in SSR Unconcealable, the card where mc gets KIDNAPPED and then both of them get TRAPPED IN A FREEZER FOR A HOT SEC
mc cries in SSR Peaceful Place because she thought luke got shot and DIED,
luke cries in his Blossom Chapter Personal Story 4 because he thought mc DROWNED AND DIED
artem cries in SSR Two Hearts as one because he got so emotional acting like he was choking mc
vyn cries in...well, several cards like SR False Tears and SSR Neon Melody but those were 1) not exactly a "healthy" way of dealing with emotions or 2) caused by pepper spray KJHVSKJDF. im behind on vyn's cards, idk in which ones he cries honestly due to genuine in distress
so like, they DO cry. but it seems to take rather a lot to get them there. the flipside is that they also cry when overcome with immensely positive emotion (like, mc was on the verge of tears when luke finally proposed in SSR Orange Scent) so at least theres that!!!! but it's not much, chief....
all members of the nxx team all are IMMENSELY repressed. i think the most emotionally healthy of the team is DAVIS, which isnt a good sign, given that hes not even human
anyhoo this ask inspired me so
here are some misc headcanons on the nxx team and crying
i hc that luke as a kid was Such a crybaby. he'd cry over everything: when he saw a sad movie, when he saw a happy movie, when he saw a dog being walked but the dog was so dang small, when mc cries and his high empathy kicks in to make it Our Cry Session, just...he cried over IT ALL. he was just a very emotionally sensitive child, even to emotions from others. he eventually got emotionally steadier as he grew up but i think there are innocuous movies that, due to him crying over them as a kid, still make luke cry as an adult
[nxx movie night]
marius: man i love this movie, absolute classi---WHY ARE YOU CRYING??
luke: because ANYBODY can COOK!! EVEN A RAT!!!!!
mc, silently glaring at marius over luke's shoulder as if to say "Don't You Say A Mean Word To Him Right Now": O_O
(yes, they were watching ratatouille)
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vyn has mastered crying on cue and can do it at the drop of a hat, but when he REALLY TRULY ACTUALLY is hit by the genuine need to cry for any reason, be it positive or negative, he cannot stop it at all until its run its natural course.
which is just AGONIZING for him, surely, but this is the price he has to pay for the power of being able to cry on command: not be able to stop when it's for realsies
marius: HAHA, CRYBABY
vyn: //throws a book at him because just cuz he cant stop crying, doesnt mean he cant attack
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it slightly pisses everyone off a teensy bit that artem can cry artfully.
like, the single tear. the lines of silent tears streaming down his face. even the more desperate sobs. doesnt matter whether theyre stage tears for another play or if theyre during high stakes situations, artem seems to naturally cry in a cinematic manner
artem: //shedding a few tears because of the stress of an nxx operation or something
luke: hey it's okay, everyone's alright
luke internal thoughts: why is he so pretty while crying?????? .....wait what
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and lastly, marius can hold back tears like nobodys business. like luke, he was a huge crybaby as a kid. but unlike luke, he held it back so much that when he DID cry as a child, it was REALLY CRYING. like wailing, like sobbing. it's heartbreaking to watch
so via his Entire Life Of Repressing Weakness And Related Emotions, he became rlly powerful at holding back the need to cry. it only happens during VERY EMOTIONALLY INTENSE scenarios ORRRR
during horror movies
because hes such a horror weakling and he gets so spooked that tears literally come out
mc: how did that jumpscare make you tear up but not the intro scene to Up
marius, hiding behind a pillow to avoid any more jumpscares: im a man of endless mystery, miss
thank you for the ask :D
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culxiaa-fn · 2 years ago
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[ Unexpected bond ]
An unexpected bond between Vyn and Peanut
Peanut first came to Vyn's residence when this particular case was so time consuming and some organization is targeting them, so for safety they all stay in one place.
Luke thought that he couldn't stay overnight at Vyn's place cause no one will feed Peanut.
Vyn suggests bringing him here, it will be easier and Peanut can fly around at his garden.
Peanut loves watching Vyn gardening, he will perch on one of the branches and observe Vyn.
Vyn coincidentally has some snacks for birds, and he decided to give some to Peanut.
Peanut took a liking to Vyn probably because Vyn spoiled him.
Luke:"Vyn please stop feeding him seeds he will get chunky"
Peanut run(?) Fly to Vyn when Luke caught him do something naughty
Peanut: *land on Vyn's shoulder*
Vyn: ?? What did you do this time??
Imagine Peanut starts bringing random trinkets for Vyn.
Vyn appreciates it, but he seriously doesn't know what to do with all of this trinkets.
He just put it in a box, every time Peanut brought him another item, he will open the box and show Peanut all of the items Peanut brought to him.
Of course Vyn will return any item that looks important.
Marius: have any of you seen my ring??
Artem: where did you put it?
Marius: just on that table...
Luke: maybe it dropped under it?
Marius: no... I already check it
Vyn: *staring at the said ring on his hand with a proud looking Peanut*
Luke now brings Peanut to Vyn's house to give him some time to fly around freely.
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sillyhisui · 1 year ago
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did this trend but with my boy luke pearce!
i uhhg didnt wanna draw in tears of themis style bc im lazy so i just did one lineart and copy pasted it ⚰️ the main difference in each drawing is the colors! i literally colordropped on the first pic then used my own colors on the second
my headcanons for luke are mostly darker colors, i assume he’s out in the sun a lot so i gave him a tanner complexion and also some freckles :3 i decided to also give him scars! he’s definitely gotten in to trouble several times i cant see him without scars
one thing that was kind of a struggle was trying to find a tone for his hair that still was orange but dark enough to match his complexion which is a fault on my part. i think that in brighter light it would reflect more orange though
my style can’t quite capture muscles very well (i suck at drawing buff guys 💀) but luke def is toned bro is such a gym bro
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rhenuvee · 6 months ago
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Hoyoverse men who are not used to receiving affection, and get absolutely flustered when you do the tiniest things.
They are usually the ones who flatter- with the elegant words rolling off their silver tongues, it is hard not to be enamoured by someone like him. He is a quick thinker, coming up with the most witty and clever quips that puts up a challenge, even when you don't expect it. The way he says these things as well and how smoothly they flow don't help you resist him either. It's no fair that his charm is also paired with his good looks.
And for you, he is no different. In fact, he amps it up to 200% when it comes to you. How else will he praise your beauty and intelligence? He never fails to pay you compliments with such eloquent sayings that you'd never think of yourself. There's always something new with him as his sharp thinking allows him to come up with antics to tease you with. The best part to him is when you get flustered- cheeks getting warm, eyes clenching shut a little meek to his affection, your shy "thank you" you manage to utter... he loves it all.
So, one day when you do something- that's not even a grand gesture, he doesn't know what to do with himself. And it's more embarrassing for him when he knows you mean it genuinely, and though you weren't trying to fluster him, you did. You could be paying him a compliment back, except your tone is much more innocent than his playful one. In fact, you didn't even have to say anything, for you could just be showing him a new outfit you got and instantly- he's at a loss for words.
He covers his face: bringing up his hand, turning his head so his bangs shield him, a hat, or anything. Anything so you wouldn't see him blushing over such a small gesture. Though, sometimes you catch him anyway. No matter, he will compose himself and show you he thinks the same. He's willing to accept, because it's you after all.
Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Lyney, Wriothesley, Argenti, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Vyn, Marius
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reki-apples · 1 year ago
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found family of weirdos <3
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tartarduck · 1 year ago
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time to out myself as an otome isekai enjoyer...
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revasserium · 6 months ago
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Hello, Rain! Congrats on the 2k followers! 🎉💖 Hope your day is going well!! For the event, may I request Marius and butterfly lovers? ☺️
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14. butterfly lovers
marius von hagen; 5,103 words; fluff, no "y/n", slightly canon-divergent, highschool sweethearts to lovers, marius being the simp he is, mentions of dif socioeconomic backgrounds, verbal bullying from other students
summary: marius does not have many friends at starhigh; you see fit to change that fact.
a/n: this is loosely based on both his "precious mornings" ssr and also his "world of glitz" ssr so vague spoilers for both and you'll understand this more if you kinda sorta know those but otherwise it's just a cute lil fic to feed my marius obsession (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
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001. want and need
“I don’t want anything from you.”
Those are the first ever words you say to Marius von Hagen.
It is, by all accounts, a strange kind of meet-cute (if you can even call it that, years later, with his arms curled around your middle, his chin hooked over your shoulder — the pair of you reminiscing on your school days, marveling on the passage of time, how quick things flash by. But back then, time had seemed an infinite thing, ticking solidly through from morning till night, Monday to Friday and onwards), but even then, Marius had an alarming amount of charm and self-awareness, a shockingly prurient view on the world.
Rich and spoiled as he may be, no one could say that he wasn’t brilliant.
“Sorry?” he says, blinking over the stack of notes he’d been going over in the library as you slump down in the seat opposite, tossing your bag onto the table and propping your cheek on your hand.
You shrug, “Just wanted you to know that… I don’t want anything from you. So, yeah,” you repeat, pulling out your own set of notebooks. They’re a bit battered but full of multi-colored tabs that bulge out the sides and top, your textbooks, clearly secondhand. Marius blinks for a second but doesn’t comment, leaning back slightly to look you over.
“Then, senpai…” an easy, self-serving smirk twists the corner of his lips, “why’re you here?”
You pause, fingers hovering over a pink gel pen, your shoulders tensing.
“All the other tables were full.”
It’s a bold-faced lie, but Marius makes a show of turning to look at the tables around you both — sure, they’ve all got one or two people but none are full. You could’ve chosen to sit at any of the other tables, with any of the other students. And yet.
“And,” you add, rather sniffily, “how’d you know I’m not in your year?”
Marius considers his answer — because Payton had presented him with a roster of everyone in his class (with headshots) the week before his first day and asked in that smooth gentle way of his for Marius to “make sure he’s done his homework”, because since then, almost every single person in his grade has tried to come up and introduce themselves, toppling over each other to try and make an impression, to stake their claim on his friendship and by proxy, Pax Group.
Because he wouldn’t have forgotten a face like your’s.
“Cause…. I know all the pretty girls in my year already.” He winks.
Easier to play up the foppish, rich fuckboy facade than admit any of those other things which are infinitely more true, but no less harrowing for a growing teenage boy to try and admit.
Predictably, you roll your eyes and continue on your journey of emptying the entire contents of your schoolbag onto the remaining space of the table.
“Right.” Your tone is disbelieving and Marius feels a thread of intrigue twang in his chest against the initial shock of your blunt appearance. You don’t believe him, and yet you’re still here. You claim that you don’t want anything from him, and yet.
“So? Are you gonna introduce yourself? Seems kinda rude to sit down at someone else’s table and not even tell them your name.” Marius taps the heel of a pen to his cheek, the intrigue slowly festering into curiosity. It itches inside his chest and he finds himself leaning in as you slate him a long, piercing look.
“Fine.” You say, and then you tell him your name — first and last, with no title, no frills, no mention of a family dynasty or some kind of foreign conglomerate empire. In fact, Marius realizes as he runs through his quick mental list of all the who’s who of society, he has no clue who you are or who you might be related to. It’s a difficult thing to achieve at Starhigh. And then he remembers —
“I’m on scholarship,” you say, dropping your eyes back to your now open notebook, twirling your pen once before setting in to scribbling along some sort of complicated looking diagram. Your voice is flat, almost curt, cut short by the implication of those three words.
Scholarship.
Marius knows that the prestigious academy accepts a handful of scholarship students a year, mostly as marketing fodder to pander to the masses — look at us, opening our gold-gilded doors, our marble-foyered halls, peeling back our velvet curtains to accept commoners who are driven enough, who are brilliant enough to shine amongst the ready-born stars.
“Well, guess someone’s gotta keep the test scores up,” Marius says, now entirely taken with the task of watching you take notes. You pause again, glancing up. There’s a spark behind your eyes that makes his heart stutter.
“Ah… so you do know about us.”
Us. You say the word so casually but it still makes Marius flinch inwardly. An “us” precludes a “them” — one group, and the other. Somehow, Marius doesn’t like the thought of you and him being othered from each other so obviously by your respective social circles, even though he knows it’s unavoidable.
“Sure I do — I mean, none of us study hard enough to make the numbers we post every year,” he says, with a stab at casual nonchalance, putting an extra emphasis on his use of “us” just to be a tad more self-deprecating. That should be the tactic here — people like to feel superior, so debasing himself a little from time to time is necessary.
So he tells himself.
You, however, don’t seem to be buying it.
“I’ve seen you in here every afternoon for the past two months.”
Marius leans back, stretching his arms over his head and yawning hugely.
“Nowhere else to be, so…” but even he hears the strained edge to his voice, the flatness that drops at the end of his would-be cheery tone. You hike an imperious eyebrow and Marius feels heat cresting up the back of his neck.
“Nowhere else?” you echo the words back at him, but in your voice, they sound softer, more wistful.
He slumps back forward, making an exaggerated face.
“Yeah, my brother’s busy with the company and my dad’s… off somewhere in Europe doing whatever he does in Europe,” he waves a would-be careless hand and sighs dramatically, “what’s a guy to do with all that time but —” he motions around the gorgeous library reading room with it’s floor to ceiling windows and endless stacks of priceless reference books and first editions.
“But to study,” you finish for him, amusement dangling off the end of your words like a comma, hinged there, waiting for the rest of the sentence, the remainder of the story.
Marius chews on the inside of his cheek and doubles down with a light laugh and another good-natured wink. Meanwhile, he can’t help the way his mind is racing. Why would a scholarship student randomly come up to him in the library, loudly declare that she “doesn’t want anything from him” and then proceed to invade his personal space?
It reminds him, outlandishly, of the story of a man who’d struck gold, and then, terrified that someone would come steal it from him, proceeded to bury it all back with the sign “NO GOLD BURIED HERE” tacked up over the mound of freshly dug earth. The denial so egregious that it rebounds back into confirmation instead.
Were you really trying to get closer to him by telling him to his face that you had no such intentions?
His chases down the line of thought, the speculations spiraling wilder and wilder until your voice snaps him sharply back into focus.
“Oi! Are you okay?”
Marius blinks, jerking back as you click your fingers in front of his face.
“Huh? Oh yeah sorry —”
You cock your head, that strange, knowing spark still flickering behind your eyes.
“Where’d you go off to, hm?”
Marius opens his mouth before shutting it again, shaking his head.
“Just… never mind.”
“You do that a lot, don’t you?” you ask, cocking your head to one side, birdlike.
“Do what?”
“Keep things to yourself.”
And this time, Marius feels himself being caught off-guard — there’s a skip to his already arhythmic heartbeat, a skid in his breath, a click-shuffle-snap in his mind’s eye as he tries to refocus his attention on what you’d just said. And when he does, heat and heat and heat claws its way up his skin, bleeding into his cheeks before he can force it back down.
“I - I don’t know what you mean.” There — that quaver in his voice. He curses himself for it. The vulnerability of it all.
“I’ve seen it, y’know —” you say, sighing as you drop your eyes back onto your notes, now highlighting something in a bright, blinding chartreuse, “the way people flock to you. But I mean, everyone titters over everyone else here, don’t they?”
Marius stares, nearly open-mouthed at the casual, almost bland way you’re laying it all out, as if he weren’t the storm-center around which all of this social grandstanding spins.
“What do they ask you about first? Oh, lemme guess — is it the fact that you’re confirmed to be Pax’s next CEO or whether you like girls with short hair? I guess the short-hair thing is a bit less on the nose, right?”
You flip a page in your notebook and methodically tab it with a pink sticky note.
“What do you want?” the words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and Marius realizes too late that he’s staring, wide-eyed and desperate, his heart now pounding inside him like some angry, caged thing, thudding so hard against the back of his throat that he actually feels like it might leap right out of his mouth.
Placidly, you raise your eyes back to look at him, meeting his wild, bewildered gaze with the steady, solid one of your own.
“Like I said… I don’t want anything from you.” Your voice is calm, your words sure.
Disbelief roils inside him like sickness and he swallows hard as he realizes his hands had clenched into white-knuckled fists on the table between you.
“Then why —” his voice isn’t light anymore, instead it's jagged around the edges, raw and torn and bleeding.
He feels naked, exposed, stripped in a way that he hadn’t felt since the first time his father had taken him to visit the family shrine.
You purse your lips and sigh, and this time, you look just as tired as he feels as you slowly start to gather up your things.
“Because… you just looked a bit lonely and I thought you might like some company.”
You tuck your last gel-pen back into your bag before hoisting it onto your shoulder, turning and walking away.
002. oh bully you
“Senpai… you know it was super mean of you to just leave me like that yesterday.”
You jump nearly a foot in the air as Marius drops into the empty desk directly in front of you, straddling the chair back with his legs on either side, crossing his arms over top of your opened textbook and peering up at you from beneath his damnably long lashes.
He bats them at you as you blink down at him, trying to reconcile the sight of him with the space of your classroom — which is not his classroom, because — right, of course, you’re not in the same grade. So, why —
“Oh~ reading even during lunch period? You’re so studious — hey d’you think you can help me with the history homework? I suck at names and dates.”
You stare at him for two whole seconds longer before narrowing your eyes.
“What’re you doing here? This isn’t your classroom.”
Marius pouts, feigning hurt, “But senpai… it’s lunchtime! Didn’t you say you wanted to keep me company yesterday?”
“Yester — “ you break off, understanding finally settling over your confused expression as you soften in your chair. casting him a reproachful look.
“Well you didn’t seem like you wanted the company so I thought —”
“Wha — I never said that! You just caught me off guard! I was just asking what you wanted to do for the rest of the afternoon, but you stormed off. Ah… I thought you were angry with me — you’re not angry with me, are you senpai?”
You let out an exasperated sigh at his antics, but a smile still breaks across your lips.
“Did I say I was angry?”
Marius’s grin widens by degrees.
All around you, people are beginning to stare. What is Marius von Hagen, society’s most elite golden child doing with a no-name scholarship student like you? And acting all chummy when no one had ever seen you two together before? Whispers gather like a rising tide but Marius doesn’t seem to notice as he casually reaches over your textbooks to peer into your bento.
“Whoa! That looks so delicious! Did you make it all yourself? Can I have some? I’ve always wanted to try home-cooked food from someone my age!”
You smack his hand lightly and click your tongue.
“Manners! And if you wait patiently, I’ll let you have half.”
Marius smiles cheekily, looking all too pleased with himself as the whispers and murmurs gather in strength and volume. And by the end of the day, there’s not a soul in school who doesn’t know about the strange new friendship between you and Marius von Hagen.
003. rumors
“Did you hear?”
“Yeah — and with Marius —“
“Everyone says he’s nice but hard to get close to, so how the hell —“
“Maybe it’s some kind of… arrangement?”
“But why would a von Hagen need any kind of arrangement?”
“Dunno, but maybe it’s a charity project?”
“What? Adopt-a-pleb? Ha!”
“I’ve seen them around campus — he’s always following her around —“
“Ugh, so weird! Unless they’re dating? But god, he’s so out of her league it’s not even funny.”
“Hey do you know anyone who knows her?”
“Ew, no! Who would any of us know who knows her? She’s scholarship!”
“Maybe that’s why he’s so into her? Like… y’know those kids who grow up in the desert and have never seen snow?”
“What, like he’s never seen a poor person before?”
“Up close? Have you?”
“Ugh, it’s just so… weird. I bet he’ll lose interest in her by the end of the month. There’s no way they’re actually friends.”
“Yeah, that or… they’re…”
“Oh… that.”
“You don’t think…”
“Well… if she’s really that good… I guess a guy could overlook anything, right?”
004. in place
He has always been quiet when he paints, but there’s something in the thick, churning silence today that makes you pause, looking up from the book of sewing patterns in your lap. The sun’s long since set, and there’s only the two you left in the arts classroom.
Marius frowns as he leans back, a streak of dark blue paint smearing his cheek.
You glance at the canvas, pressing your lips.
“Okay. What’s wrong?”
“Hm?” he sounds distracted as he picks another brush and leans in to carve a thick slab of black through the heart of the already dark and chaotic painting.
“You’re stewing. What’s wrong?”
“How do you know I’m stewing? I’m not stewing,” Marius huffs, tossing the paintbrushes into a can, his lips pursed into a pout as he turns towards you.
You snap your book shut and sigh, “Because. I just do. And you just admitted it.”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Did too — now spill it.”
“I —” Marius lets out another loud sigh before knitting his arms across his chest, turning back toward the canvas and picking up his brushes. He squints at the painting as if it’s done him some grievous personal harm, and then jams his brush into the middle, his strokes going wide and harsh.
“Have you heard the rumors?”
You scoff, “What, about us?”
“Yeah…” his voice drops, and you almost laugh at how childish he sounds before you realize that you’re both still children. You wonder if things will change when you grow up — the thought of it seems so far away. Like this, in the fluorescent brightness of the empty art classroom, the night outside stretches like an uncertain future, unfurling into impenetrable darkness.
“Sure I have,” you say, watching him as he pulls back to examine the dark blob on the canvas.
“You’re not mad?” He doesn’t look at you and you don’t make to look away.
“Why would I be mad?” You open your book again to mark your page before tucking it away in your bag. Marius pauses as you start to pack.
“Because it’s horrible! The things they’re saying — I mean, I’m used to it because I’ve grown up around people like this but you’re —” he cuts himself off as you whip around, eyebrows raised.
“I’m what? Different?”
Marius gapes, scrambling for words that do not come.
You pack up the rest of your things in a terse silence, then you push out of your chair with a loud scrape.
“But y’know, the people who talk behind your back? They’re right where they should be.”
Marius frowns.
Your lips pull into a wide smirk as you shoulder your bag, “Behind you.”
You’re barely out the door before Marius lets out an incredulous laugh and topples back into his chair. He lets a second pass and then he’s launching out of the chair, grabbing his own bag and slinging it over his back.
“Senpai! Wait for me! Hey, you wanna go to that really cute restaurant that just opened last week? It’s got a Michelin Star but I’m sure I can get us seats!”
005. be-friend
“Marius! You’re so funny!”
“Wow, Marius — that’s incredible! You’re so smart!”
Marius laughs, carding a hand through his hair, his expression bright and open and unassuming, but the group of people around him all inch in closer, as sunflowers might strain towards the sun.
“Hey.”
You lean against the doorframe with an amused grin.
Marius looks up, his eyes visibly brightening as he sees you.
“Senpai! I was waiting for you!”
“Bullshit. We’re gonna be late for the show.” You tap at your wrist where a watch might be as Marius bounds out of his chair, shaking off his hoard of simpering admirers.
“W-wait! Marius! We’re all gonna head to the Ace Club later — you know, the super exclusive one? Don’t you wanna come with us?” one of the girls asks hopefully.
Marius turns, smiling as if he doesn’t hear the strained desperation in her voice, the flash of annoyance in her eyes as she looks you over.
“Sorry! Maybe next time — I’ve got a theater date I can’t miss. Bye!”
“You know if you keep calling them dates, people are going to get the wrong idea, right?” you ask breezily, sounding less concerned and more amused.
“So? Let them get the wrong idea.”
You cast him a mischievous grin, “Ah… the prince in love with the pauper. Tale as old as time.”
At this, Marius pouts, “Senpai… so mean to me… and you were the one who wanted to be my friend first.”
You wave him off with a flap of your hands, “Sure, but you’re the one who stuck around.”
“Hmph, maybe after tonight’s show, we’ll go our separate ways then,” Marius makes a show of harumphing and stomping off in front of you as you laugh and jog to catch up, swatting him in the side with your bag.
“So you’re just hanging out with me for the theater perks?”
“Yep! Well, I knew you’d find me out eventually,” Marius smiles, teasing as the pair of you make your way off campus and turn towards the community theater.
After a while, Marius bumps you with his elbow, “You really are super good at costume design… are you sure you don’t wanna —”
“I don’t want a handout, Marius.” Your voice has gone cold and clipped, and Marius bites his lip, shoulders shrugging up as you continue to walk.
“I wasn’t offering one. It’s just… there’s a Pax program for young aspiring artists to study abroad in Europe and…”
“And you’re offering to get me in? That’s literally the definition of a handout.”
“No! I’m just telling you about it. I swear I won’t say a word about your application — if you even apply, that is…” he sounds eager in a way that you haven’t heard in a long time. Not since he’d entered the school fine arts contest under a pseudonym.
You give him a sidelong look before sighing, “I’ll… think about it.”
“Okay! That’s —” he reigns himself in as he skips out in front of you, looking not unlike an over-excited puppy, “that’s… good! Wah — I’m so excited for tonight’s play! Hamlet, right?”
You laugh as you hurry to catch up to him, “Yeah. But it’s not like you haven’t seen it before — didn’t you say that you dad took you to see it in London or something?”
“Yeah, but that’s different.”
“How?”
Marius rolls his eyes, smiling cheekily down at you, but when you catch his eyes you see them go soft, the light in them somehow molten as he looks and looks and looks at you.
“Obviously, because Ophelia’s dress wouldn’t have been made by you!”
006. stay and leave
“I got in!”
Marius blinks at the flat beige of his bedroom ceiling as your voice rings out from across the phone line. The bed beneath him is perfectly made, the silken sheets freshly pressed from this morning.
“A-ah! Congrats, senpai!” he tries to sound like his usual cheery self but he’s not sure how successful it is.
A beat.
“Marius?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
Another beat. Marius shifts, curling onto his side, cradling the phone to his ear as he stares at the halo of light cast by his artisan bedside lamp.
“For… telling me about the program. And… for not pulling any strings on the back end.”
Marius grins, flipping onto his back again, “How’dyou know I didn’t?”
Your laugh comes through the line, soft and sweet.
“Because. I know you.”
Something inside Marius squeezes; he fists his fingers into the soft silk of his nightshirt. Warmth spreads from the base of his spine up through the rest of his body till he’s tingling from his toes to his nose. He wrinkles it, feeling abashed as he scratches at his cheek, even though he knows you can’t see the gesture.
“R-right — so! When do you leave?”
“End of the summer — so…”
“So?”
You sound hesitant in a way that he’s not used to.
“I’ll miss you.”
He almost misses the words, they’re so soft, so quiet that he almost thinks he might’ve imagined them. But he knows your voice almost better than he knows his own, knows the color and shape, the weight and temperature. Knows how it gets pitched when you’re excited, and flat when you get mad. Knows the giddiness that fills it like sweet champagne bubbles when you know something and want to share. Knows the dull coolness of it when you’re done or tired or annoyed.
“Senpai…” Marius presses his cheek ever closer to the face of the phone, “if you keep saying that, I might ask them to rescind your acceptance letter just so you can’t go.”
He smiles, bracing for the sharp bite of your reprimand, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he hears you sigh.
“Just promise you’ll come visit, okay?”
“Sure! I’ll come every weekend if you want! My dad’s old jet’s been sitting in the hanger anyway.”
“Mm, maybe not every weekend.”
“Aw… senpai, I thought you’d want to see me!”
“I do! Just… you know what I mean.”
Marius chuckles, throwing his free arm over his eyes, reveling in the temporary darkness. A strange, hot tightness gathers at the back of his throat as he sighs. He feels the tickle of words on his tongue — and what is it about the nighttime that makes it so much easier to say the things he might never have the courage to in daylight?
“Senpai… if I asked you to stay… what would you say?”
“Hm?”
“If I — I mean… if I told you, right now, that… that I didn’t want you to go…”
You hum as if contemplating his question. Marius squeezes his eyes shut.
“I’d tell you you were being a spoiled brat and very selfish,” you say, but there’s a lightness to your tone that makes Marius smile.
“Well… I’ll never escape allegations of either of those things,” Marius replies.
“And then, I’d tell you that you’re being stupid because — why ask me to stay, when you can just come with me?”
Marius sits up, “Ha?”
“I’ve seen your art, Marius. You’re brilliant. You’d be the first to get in, even without being the next CEO of Pax.”
Marius stares at his own hand, now lying limply in his lap. He’d never considered entering the program himself — it’d be a huge conflict of interest. But… if he didn’t apply as himself then…
“Aren’t you being a little selfish too, senpai? Asking a guy to move across the entire world with you.”
“I never said I wasn’t.”
Marius drags his hand down his face, feeling his heart thudding right beneath this throat, a strong, startling hoofbeat that thrums through him. It beats behind his ears, rushes blood to his fingertips. He squeezes at the bridge of his nose, a recklessness filling him like helium to a balloon and suddenly, he’s weightless as he lets himself fall back onto this too-big mattress.
Later, long after he’s hung up the phone, your voice still echoing in the recesses of his half-asleep mind. He smiles to himself, pressing a palm to his chest to feel the rhythmic, certain beating of his own heart.
That, he thinks, is the girl I’m going to marry someday.
007. want and need (redux)
Years later, long after he kisses you for the first time at the airport in Florence, when you’d come to meet him for his first year in the young artists program, Marius flies you back under the guise of an anniversary trip.
You have a feeling you know what he’s going to do, and he knows you well enough to know that you do too.
Still, when he gets down on one knee, your eyes are gleaming with unshed tears.
“Remember when you told me you didn’t want anything from me the first time we met?” he asks, grinning up at you, a velvet box in the palm of his hands.
“Well… I can’t the same because… the truth is, ever since that first meeting in the library I’ve wanted so many things from you — I wanted to hear you laugh, to watch you when you designed your clothes, to listen to your voice every night on the phone till I fell asleep…”
There are flowers everywhere, and the sunlight is magnificent on Marius’s white tux. He looks like a prince stepped right out of the pages of all your favorite fairy tales; he looks like a daydream. You briefly wonder if this is a dream, but Marius charges on, and amongst all the tittering guests that surround you in the gallery, you’re the only one who notices the slight tremor in Marius’s voice, way his breath is just a tad more shallow than it usually is.
You reach down to pull him up, and you shake your head.
“Y’know, I lied to you — that first time, when I told you I didn’t want anything.” Your voice is scratchy from the tears, but Marius grins.
“Oh? Then… you did want something from me?”
You press your hand to his chest, the steady beat of his heart thudding beneath your palm.
“Yeah. I wanted… this.”
It’s a horrible, cheesy line, but all things considered, you think it feels right.
Marius laughs, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours, cupping your cheeks.
His smile is radiance itself.
“Good… because I want this too,” and he reaches down to open the lid of the tiny velvet box. You barely notice the ring for the feel of it as he slips it around your finger.
“But… I want so much more than that too — I want your everything — your body, your mind, your soul, your life — I want you to spend it with me, because even though you never wanted anything from me… all I’ve ever wanted to do was give my everything to you.”
You swallow, wiping at your eyes with an exasperated laugh.
“Dummy, you’ve always had it,” you hiccup as Marius tips your chin up with a finger, his eyes going soft as he looks over the planes and contours of your face — ever an artist, his gaze always both hungry and admiring. As if he could never get enough, but that won’t ever stop him from trying — from wanting.
“I’ve always been yours,” you say, and time itself is caught in the negative space between your lips.
Marius nods, reaching down to thumb at the solidness of the ring now circling your finger.
“Then… that’s the only thing I’ll ever want or need.”
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angelltheninth · 4 months ago
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Tears of Themis Men + Perfect Date
Pairing: Luke Pearce, Artem Wing, Vyn Richter, Marius von Hagen x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, dating, cuddles, kisses
A/N: Feeling in a mood for cuteness today.
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LUKE
Waits for the nicest time of day and takes you out on a picnic. It starts late in the afternoon and lasts until you can see the moon high up in the sky. He didn’t expect for you to bring food too, you ended up with a bit too much but you can always eat it another time. What’s most important to him is cuddling on the blanket with you and enjoying the fresh air.
ARTEM
He is busy with his work a lot but he can always make time for you at the end of each day. A movie date might not seem like much but it means a lot to him if he can get away from all the phone calls and clients and hold you against him on the couch instead. It doesn’t matter which movie you watch, he’s happy with anything as long as he doesn’t have to think too hard about it.
VYN
Picks you up after he’s done with work and surprise you with the tickets to your favorite band. He’s known you needed some kind of relaxation after working so hard, some kind of outlet, and honestly he did too. Music can be very healing, especially when enjoyed with the right people. There’s no batter way for him to enjoy it than with your body moving against his as you dance and sing along to the lyrics.
MARIUS
Always wanted to go stargazing with you and now is the perfect opportunity to do so. You can go outside of the city, away from the noise and the lights, just the two of you and the stars above you. He can’t help but quickly sketch up the night sky but his attention is quickly turned to you and how beautiful you look right now. He’s not gonna deny himself a good make out session.
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khickuwa · 1 year ago
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[A gentle breeze on a summer afternoon.]
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rrrrinmaru · 5 months ago
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picasso (marius x fem!reader) (nsfw)
wc: 5.7k rating: E warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, handjob, squirting, they're both freaks for each other
“I think it’s pretty,” you say plainly. “I like the look of it. I’ve always had a soft spot for ink wash works.”
The exhibit is held in a famous glass museum in downtown Stellis. There had been a controversy about the full glass walls and privacy issues a few years ago (you had read this case once, out of curiosity, and never again), but that was eventually resolved and now the first floor of the museum was regularly used for art exhibits. 
Before you knew Marius’ secret identity, you had invited him to visit one of Z’s exhibits. And Marius, the most shameless man to ever walk this Earth, had agreed. 
Fortunately, you learnt about this secret before you bought tickets for the exhibit. Not that you wouldn’t want to see his works displayed in the gallery, but the thought of you gushing over Z’s artwork in front of Marius without knowing the truth… 
It’s embarrassing. 
Today, however, it’s a different artist’s work on display. Thomas Mikeden, a foreign painter who’s been going on an exhibit world tour. Stellis is his latest stop, and everything just lined up. Both of you had the day off and tickets were on sale. You had invited Marius to the exhibit, excited to hear his artistic insight about the paintings, but Marius has been… a little petulant.
“I can’t believe we’re looking at a Mikeden painting,” he mutters, arms folded across his chest. “The first time you invite me to an art exhibit and it isn’t even mine; I can overlook that, but Mikeden?”
“What do you have against him?”
“We’re friends,” Marius says solemnly, looking like he doesn’t even believe the words coming out his mouth, “but we suffer from creative differences. Severe creative differences. If I ever have to see the way he mixes his oil paints again, I’d end up on the news for criminal activity. And he said if he ever had to see me try to sculpt a pot again, he’d wring my neck himself. He said my clay pots were an abomination against God.”
You blink at him. “You know how to do pottery?”
“According to him, I don’t.”
And suddenly, you get it. Creative differences, more like a bunch of children arguing over who does something right, or who does something better. Like kindergarteners fighting over whose parent made them the better lunchbox. 
“What are your thoughts on his ink wash painting?” 
Marius gives you an appraising look. “Not his worst work. He’s alright with ink wash. I've personally dabbled in ink wash before. It’s not my preferred medium, but we learnt it as part of our curriculum.”
You turn to look at him, eyes bright. “Really? Do you still have those ink wash paintings hidden away somewhere?”
“Of course. I never throw my works away. I’ll bring you to one of my storage warehouses one day.” 
One of his storage warehouses? It never occurred to you that painters would need a lot of space to store their paintings, even more so if they were particularly diligent and practiced different painting techniques often. With how many easels and canvases were strewn about Marius’ house, you suppose you should have made the connection.
“I’m looking forward to it.” 
The next few works are insightful, to say the least. Marius gets up close and personal with one of them to sneakily point out to you a place where Mikeden allegedly made a mistake and had spent hours trying to cover it up. 
“This is from when he tried to lean into the Baroque style,” Marius says, using his thumb to frame certain parts of the painting to draw your eye to them. “The colors here, see, the stark contrast between the light and the dark? That’s the use of tenebrism, popularised by Caravaggio.”
“Hm,” you note, eyes wandering around the painting. It’s a stunning piece of work, and Mikeden captured the likeness of the male form well. The extreme contrast almost seems to frame the figures with a halo, a light that blooms from their very center to strike at the viewer’s attention. “They’re quite handsome.”
Marius makes a sound at the back of his throat. “You’re more into modern men, jiejie.”
You hide your laugh behind a cough. He’s like a needy kitten pawing at you for attention, and you’re helpless against someone this cute. 
“Yes, yes, look at how handsome you are,” you say, turning around to face him head-on. You reach out, smoothing the non-existent creases away from his button-down. 
Without really thinking too deeply, your fingers linger on the stretch of the fabric across his chest—the thought that you can see them if you squint hard enough comes unbidden to your mind. The small bumps under the fabric, stiff from the slight chill of the room. 
It’s the kind of thought that grips you by the throat, sitting in your mind and taking up space, holding you captive until you do something about it. 
You brush your thumb against one of them, just because they’re right there, because you can, because Marius’ hands are on your hips and you’re feeling a little… playful. 
Immediately, a hand catches your wrist. It doesn’t stop you from pressing the pad of your thumb lightly against that raised bump, and Marius’ breath hitches. His fingers flex against your wrist, hard enough that you can’t help but smile. 
He’s usually the one making you flush in public, so you mark this as a victory. The sight of him, red-faced and pouting, heart pounding so desperately you can feel it through his chest—you pull your hand back, and he lets you go. That hand drops back to your waist as you bring your thumb to your lips, and you hold Marius’ gaze as the tip of your tongue darts out to lick your thumb.
Marius goes still. It’s as if he’s nothing more than one of the paintings hung up on the gallery walls, with how still he is; his pupils are blown wide and he gives you this shaken look, as if you’ve completely disarmed him. Swept him off his feet and left him grasping at straws to find the words to say. 
Eventually, you go back to smoothing out his shirt. Properly, this time. No messing around.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Marius murmurs, his breath puffing against the curve of your throat as he leans down. His voice is soft, barely louder than a whisper, but it somehow feels deafening in the quiet of the room. 
Your hands tighten around the front of his shirt. “Marius?”
“Be quiet for a moment,” he says. His fingers rest on your hips and you swear you can feel the heat radiating off his palms. It makes you want to shuffle away, pull back and put some space between the both of you—he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t tighten his grip, but his hands somehow get heavier. Like a weighted blanket resting around your waist, shackles holding you in place without really holding you at all. 
Your heart kicks in your chest. It isn’t often that Marius gets this way, so quiet and possessive, like he has to cage you in a small corner and watch you to make sure you don’t get away. His forehead rests against your clavicle—it’s not a comfortable position, not when he’s so much taller and he’s pressed up so closely against you that you can feel the way his chest shivers when he drags in a long breath. 
“Jiejie,” Marius whispers, voice quiet. “Sometimes, I wish I could wrap you up like a piece of art and hang you on my wall.”
He’s crazy, you think, and you realise even your subconscious thoughts have taken on this air of fondness when thinking of him.
“Is that so?” You reply, voice just as hushed. From the corner of your eye, you can see another patron glance at the both of you—they glance away, then look back, as if doubting their gaze. Yes, you think weakly to yourself, Marius is indeed clinging to you in the middle of a public gallery for expensive artworks that easily go for three times the price of your apartment. “Which wall will you put me up on?”
This time, Marius’ grip tightens imperceptibly on your hips. “Any wall that jiejie wants to be put up on,” he says huskily. His voice has dropped an octave, and the tone he takes is one that you’ve become very familiar with when you tease each other. Never enough to really commit to anything, not yet, but enough that Marius gets that look in his eyes like he’d very much want to stop being a gentleman about things. 
Abruptly, you notice the double entendre. “Marius!”
“You asked,” he says smugly, lifting his head so you come face to face with the smirk pulling at his lips. He tugs you in to press your body fully up against his, hip to shoulder. “Is jiejie shy now? I can tell you about which walls I’ve thought about you up on—my bedroom, naturally, but the living room is a strong contender.”
You gape at him, too shocked to say something smart in return. “You—! Not so loud, we’re in public!”
“No one’s listening.” Marius tilts his head, giving the surroundings a cursory once over before catching your gaze. “They’re busy looking at the art on display. I’m looking at a different kind of art on display.”
He’s so shameless that it makes you want to burst out in laughter. A different kind of art on display? Who does he think he is, a host from a host club? Where did he learn these phrases from? The Internet? His brother? Worse, Vyn? 
The thought of Marius asking the one and only Vyn Richter for advice on how to pick girls up makes you laugh. 
“You think you’re so smooth,” you say helplessly, lips curving up of their own accord as you reach up to loop your arms around Marius’ neck. “You think I’m going to fall for that?”
“I’m not a gambling man,” Marius tells you, a confident glint in his eye, “but I’ve always been lucky.” 
He puts up a strong front, but you know better. The back of his neck is hot from embarrassment. The tips of his ears are flushed red. You brush a stray strand of hair past the shell of his ear and pinch the crimson tip along the way. 
“Jiejie,” Marius whines, caught in the act. “Come on, let me pretend for a bit. Don’t you want to come home with me and have a better time?” 
He gives you this beseeching look, brows furrowed and lips turned down. You’re weak to that look—it’s suckered you into agreeing to far more things than you normally would have agreed to. But how can you say no to a face like that? To a man built like that, shoulders so broad they could dwarf you in a hug, fingers so long they could encircle your wrist, a face like God himself came down to carve it from marble—when Marius looks at you with that pleading gaze, millimeters away from begging, how can you say no to anything he asks for? 
Perhaps a stronger man would be able to resist the power of Marius’ visual attack. But you never proclaimed to have a strong willpower, and you fold like a castle of cards in a stiff breeze. 
“Let’s finish looking at all the works first. And no, just because you know who the artist is and insist that you could bring me over to his studio to see his other works—that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see the works exhibited here.”
“His art isn’t even that good,” Marius says, just to be contrary. “If you really wanted to see something from him, you should see his sculptures. I’ll admit those are impressive.”
“Finish the gallery, and then we can go home. You get to pick dinner.”
He perks up. “Italian or Chinese?”
“Later,” you insist. “I want to see this painting—” you glance at the title, raising an eyebrow when you catch sight of it, “—Lotus III.”
“Inspired by the same lotus garden that was featured in Lotus 0, Lotus I and Lotus II,” Marius grumbles as he takes one hand off your waist. You slide your hands down his shoulders, his chest, and furtively pat him on the ass before letting him go. 
He jumps, eyes wide as he swivels his head around to look at you. You give him an innocent look in return. 
“If you insist on being naughty, jiejie, don’t be surprised if I snatch you away and kidnap you back home.” The hand still on your waist squeezes in warning, and heat slithers down your back at the tone in his voice. 
You put a hand over the one on your waist, sliding your fingers in between his. “Be good.”
“Good boys get rewards. Is there a reward waiting for me later, jiejie?”
Naughty, you think to yourself, side-eying him. There’s a charming smile on his face, not even bothering to hide the playfulness lurking beneath his eyes. He’s testing you, pushing and pulling at your limits to see how far you can bend over backwards. 
“Maybe,” you reply. It’s never a good thing to reveal all your cards too early when dealing with a von Hagen in a playful mood. 
Marius laughs, leaning in to press his lips against the side of your head. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
The way he practically attaches himself to your hip, thumb rubbing possessively over your waist—you can’t help the flush crawling up to your cheeks, or the heat that flares between your legs. His hold on you isn’t tight, but it isn’t loose either. It reeks of a promise, and you can’t help but look forward to what that will happen once the two of you get back to his house. Or what will happen once you get into his car, when Marius has you right where he wants you to be and there’s enough privacy for something to happen. 
You shift, thighs rubbing together involuntarily at the stray thought. Desire slips through your body like a snake coiling in your veins; if you cling a little tighter to Marius in return, your mind only half-focused on the works displayed on the walls, well, no one will know. 
You think Marius might suspect something, though, going by the way his smirk grows larger with every glance he shoots you from the corner of his eye. 
Like he’s found something he can’t take his eyes off. Like he’s found something he likes. 
You fail to give Mikeden the attention his works deserve for the rest of the time you spend in the gallery, but he’s truly friends with Marius then you think the man won’t mind too much.
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To your surprise, Marius doesn’t immediately scoop you into his lap when you get into the car. 
He leans over to help you pull the seatbelt, and very conveniently buries his face in your neck for half a second before he pulls back. Long enough for him to press his lips against your collarbone, the tip of his tongue swiping wetly against your skin; short enough for you to wonder if you hallucinated it.
But the smug look in his eyes as he pulls the seatbelt over your chest to click it into place tells you that you most definitely did not hallucinate it. 
“Home first,” Marius tells you, pretending to be casual as he leans back in his seat and does his own seatbelt. “If you keep looking at me with those eyes, jiejie, I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself while we’re on the road back.”
Right, you think dazedly. You’d forgotten Marius had decided to drive the both of you here—it wasn’t far from his place, and the both of you typically take a chauffeured car, but Marius wanted to do something special today. You haven’t been on a date in a while due to your unfortunate work schedule, and it definitely surprised you when Marius pulled up to your apartment in the driver’s seat, the window wound down, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he grinned at you. 
“What a shame,” you murmur under your breath, watching as he does his own seatbelt before pulling out of the parking lot. 
Your words make Marius stiffen. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel as the other finds its way to your knee. 
Again with that loose grip that feels like a shackle holding you in place. Marius isn’t doing anything more than just placing his hand over your knee—there’s not even any real pressure behind, no force or flexing or tightening of his grip, but you feel weighed down. You feel held down.
You wonder, a little stupidly, if Marius would do something if you spread your legs apart. 
But you’re on the road. Despite the heat flaring insistently in your gut, you’re not actually ready to risk it all while Marius is behind the wheel. It would have been a different story if the both of you were in the back seat with the partition drawn up. The ride back is what, ten, fifteen minutes? There’s a lot you can get done in that period of time.
Right as you resign yourself to a normal, quick ride back home, Marius’ hand slips a little.
Just a little. It’s so subtle that if it weren’t for the heat practically bleeding through his palms, you think you wouldn’t have noticed. 
His hand goes from right above your knee to cupping the inside of your knee. 
You eye him speculatively. Was it inertia? The car made a turn and his hand simply slipped with the centrifugal force? 
His lips quirk up. “I’ll get shy if you keep looking at me, jiejie. I need to focus on the road.”
“Hm,” you say, feeling your cunt clench involuntarily when Marius’ hand moves further up your thigh. It’s not in direct contact with your skin, not when there’s your silk dress in between, but the material is thin and you swear you can feel the calluses from Marius’ fingers rubbing gently against the sensitive inside of your thigh. 
Fifteen minutes, you think. Surely you can’t die from a little fun on the road. 
“Your hand’s on the wrong place,” you murmur, gently placing your hand over his. 
Marius hums at the back of his throat. “Ah? Sorry, I—jiejie.”
You lift his hand off your thigh for a quick moment, draw apart the slit of your dress, and slide his hand under the fabric.
Directly on your thigh. You even curve his fingers back down so he can maintain that grip on you.
You can see his fingers flex. They’re stiff, knuckles tense as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself. When you peek at him, his ears are flushed a bright red and his Adam’s Apple bobs furiously, like he’s swallowing desperately. 
And right between his thighs, you can see a tent in his trousers. You kind of want to reach out to touch it, but you hold yourself back. 
“Jiejie,” he whines, and chances a glance at you before reluctantly dragging his eyes back to the road. “I was joking—you can’t distract me while I’m driving.”
“I’m not doing anything,” you say mildly, burying the laugh that threatens to escape when his fingers squeeze pointedly around your thigh. The grave you dug is for both of you; his hand is higher now, on your thigh, so close to your core that one road bump would probably be reason enough for his fingers to slide right home. 
You almost want to pretend to jerk forward. But you have enough of your wits about you to recognise that if Marius felt the heat of your pussy through your panties press up against his fingertips at this moment, he would probably drive the car into the nearest building. 
“I’m trying to be good,” Marius complains. His fingers keep twitching against your skin, as if he’s really, physically holding himself back from doing something. 
“Good boys get rewards,” you echo, patting the back of his palm. “We’re almost home, see the gates up in front?”
He clicks his tongue. “As if I can focus on anything right now.” To prove his point, he speeds up, leg bouncing impatiently as he turns into the driveway. “Park, I have to park…”
The whole time, his hand doesn’t leave your thigh. And there’s something really sexy about it, you can’t help but realise—the slant of his jaw from the side, the way driving comes so easily to him, where he only needs one hand to maneuver the wheel. Even the way he looks over his shoulder as he eases into his parking spot makes you want to press your thighs together in a useless attempt to stave off the heat building in your core. 
“Good enough,” Marius declares, switching the engine off. “Out, out, come on—”
He snaps the seatbelt off and practically flies out the car. You’re so taken aback that you’re still in your seat when he comes to your side and yanks the door open, petulance written all over his face when he finds you still strapped in. 
“C’mon,” he whines, reaching over to unbuckle your seatbelt. “Jiejie, come on, come on—”
“Impatient,” you chide, even as you reach out to steady yourself while you exit the car. “Hold on, my heels—”
“Jiejie,” Marius says, and he seriously sounds like he’s about to burst. 
In that split second, you make a decision. Your panties are ruined as is, and you really, really want to be filled right now. You’re not sure if you can make the distance from the car to the lift, especially when the garage is so fucking huge—
“Backseat,” you murmur, and Marius reacts much faster than you expect. He pulls you up and into his chest, making you let out a sound of surprise at how aggressive he is, but he’s surprisingly gentle when he cups your jaw and slants his lips over yours. 
It’s a desperate kiss. Marius licks into your mouth, hands tight around your waist as he pulls you in close. The bulge in his slacks feels like it’s burning a brand into your hip—you want to skate your hands down, cup that swollen cock and rub your thumb over the tip. You’ve never seen it, not yet, but the two of you have fooled around every now and then so you’re somewhat familiar with the curve of his cock through his pants. 
It’s a hefty weight in your fingers, and Marius always makes the most delicious sounds when you rock your hips against him, squeezing around his thigh between your legs as you trace over the outline of his cock. 
“Fuck,” Marius curses. His fingers dig greedily into the sides of your body—the grip now is entirely different from the one at the museum. The positions are roughly the same, but this time he holds you like he’s trying to burn his brand into you, leave an imprint of bruises around your waist so you ache every time you move tomorrow morning. “Fuck, jiejie, your mouth—”
“Mmhmm,” you hum into his mouth, shoving one thigh between his legs so you can get a good seat on Marius’ thigh. It’s as if Marius has a direct line of sight into your mind—he hikes you up on his thigh so the hard line of his muscle presses right into the swell of your clit, and you groan out loud as you start rocking against his thigh. 
Fuck, you think you could cum like this. Marius’ hands have dropped lower, cupping the curve of your ass and every squeeze he makes goes straight to your cunt like there’s a livewire connection. He pulls you so high up that you’re struggling to keep your toes on the ground, and Marius is practically pulling you back and forth on his leg, helping you rut against him. 
His breath is hot. His kisses are searing, and it feels like there’s a nonstop feedback loop where your arousal pours into each other over and over again. It’s a fire in your gut, threatening to eat you alive, and when he pulls back to catch his breath, he immediately bows down to lick against your jaw. 
Marius sucks at your skin, bullying a bruise into the underside of your jaw. He isn’t satisfied with just one, and he just keeps going down the expanse of your neck, biting at any patch of unblemished skin. 
“Baby,” you whisper, one hand trailing down to press your palm over the tight bulge begging for attention. The lightest touch is enough to make Marius groan, hips stuttering as he chases your touch. “Can I—can I touch?”
Marius freezes for a heartbeat. Before you can second guess yourself, he moans into your neck, hips jerking as he pushes his clothed cock into your palm. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, nodding while avoiding eye contact with you.
His ears are crimson. So cute, you can’t help but think through the fever in your mind. It’s almost too easy to find your way around the button in his pants, and there’s some trouble with getting the zipper down from how hard he is. His briefs get caught for a moment, long enough to make Marius groan from frustration, but you shush him with another slide of your hips, cunt wet enough to drench his slacks, and Marius shuts up. 
“Good boy,” you murmur breathlessly, arching your back so you get a better angle to grind your clit against his thigh. “Be good, come on, let me—”
Unfortunately, there are no flaps in briefs for you to pull his cock out from. You reach in instead, shivering at the proper weight of it in your palm—skin on skin, you think deliriously to yourself, cunt clenching at the feeling of Marius’ cock in your hand. His cock, so thick that you can’t even really wrap your fingers around it properly, and the head is dripping. 
Marius sucks in a tight breath, cursing as he cants his hips up, almost bouncing you on his lap from the force. 
“Jiejie,” he begs, plaintive and desperate. “Nngh, please, the tip, you need to—fuck, I’m not going to—I’m going to cum, jiejie…”
And you stop thinking. You grab one of his hands and drag it to your front, so commandingly that Marius’ head flies up. His eyes are red, lips parted as he sucks in a shaky breath every time you swipe your thumb across the sensitive slit at the head of his cock. 
“In, inside,” you whine, rising as high as you can go on your toes. It’s not very high, given how far up Marius has pulled you onto his thigh, but it’s enough for your to drag his long fingers under your skirt and press them up against your cunt. 
Marius’ eyes are blown wide. “In-inside?” He stammers, fingers crooking automatically to press against the throbbing bud of your clit. Such clever fucking fingers, already familiar with the shape of your cunt to know where your clit is. 
Without needing much direction, he uses two fingers to drag your soaked panties to the side and rubs the knuckle of his index finger against your pussy. 
“A-ah,” you cry out, hips jerking. Fuck, you understand now why Marius reacted like that when you got your hand on his cock—there’s something about the texture of his skin, the calluses on his fingers that’s stroking the sides of your pussy, the sheer heat radiating off him—and the knowledge, the knowledge that it’s his hands on your cunt. After months of frotting, the most you’ve done being Marius’s palm flat against your cunt while you held eye contact and grinded against his shaking palm until you cummed—
“Inside, baby, come on,” you plead, rocking your hips insistently against his curious fingers. 
Again, it’s like Marius gets you. He sinks his index finger in; you think he wanted to go slow, because he tentatively pressed up into your cunt, but you’re greedy and you’ve been thinking of being filled since Marius made that joke about putting you up against a wall and you whine, rocking forward until you sink down, down, all the way down to the base and Marius’ breath is hitching in his throat. 
“You’re—” his finger bends, the tip brushing against this spot inside you that makes your entire body shiver, threatening to bend in half from the electricity that surges through you. “Shit, you’re—fuck, jiejie, you feel fucking incredible.”
“One more,” you beg, holding his wrist in place while you clench around his finger. Christ, you didn’t think it could feel this good. It’s so foreign, so much longer and thicker than your fingers—and again, the knowledge that it’s Marius’ hand, Marius’ finger is enough to make your gut tighten and sparks burst at the very end of your fingertips. “One more and my—”
You break off, thighs trembling when he swipes against your swollen clit with his thumb.
Marius groans at the sight of you, leaning in to bite at your lips. “One more and my thumb on your clit? Is that what you want, jiejie? Is that what you need?”
“Mmhmm—ahhhhhn, fuck, Marius—please, please, I’m so fucking close—!”
You’re not even sure if you’re still stroking the length of his cock. All your senses have narrowed down to your cunt, the pressure on your clit and the way his fingers have gained confidence with every stroke—he fucks up into you with such surety, so certain that he knows exactly where to hit to get that same, body shivering reaction from you.
The worst part is, he does. It barely takes one, two, three strokes while he whispers filthy things about how hot and wet and slick your cunt is, about how it’s soaked through just for him, about how he wants to bury his face in it, please jiejie, please let him put your thighs around his ears and eat you out, and you’re gone. 
It hits you so hard you think you almost pass out. The ascent comes too quickly; it almost feels like the orgasm is ripped from you from clever hands that know you better than you know yourself. It leaves you breathless, your entire body jerking uncontrollably as you whine, pussy clenching around those two thick fingers buried in your cunt. You’re mumbling nonsense, not even sure what you’re saying as your cunt gushes around Marius’ ruined pants and when you resurface, Marius looks at you like you’re the second coming of Christ.
It takes you both a while to get your breathing under control. Marius recovers first, gently sliding his fingers out of your cunt. You’re a little embarrassed at the absolute mess you’ve made, but Marius eyes the wetness dripping over his palm, down his wrist, and decides to drag his tongue along his skin to lick it all up.
He even looks right as you as he does it. The sight is enough to make your clit throb, as if gearing up for a second round. Oh, you could definitely do a second round, but you think you’d prefer for it to be in a room with a bed and not a garage.
Almost absentmindedly, you start to rub your thumb against the cockhead in your grip.
“F-fuck,” Marius groans lowly, free hand reaching out to grab your wrist. “Wait, wait—nnngh, sensitive. Give me a moment.”
You pause. You look down.
His briefs are stained. There’s a massive wet spot at the front, and when you drag your fingers out, they’re coated in a sticky, white fluid. 
You look Marius in the eye as you, too, lift your fingers to your lips. You stick your tongue out, wiping the threads of cum on your tongue so Marius can see how white looks in your mouth—and he flushes even redder than he already is, eyes darting away before darting back, as if he can’t decide whether he wants to look or not—and then you swallow. 
Marius is speechless for a while. 
“That was really hot,” he says eventually, voice hoarse. “I—fuck, jiejie, I can go again. I’m serious, just give me a minute.” 
You suck on your fingertips for a moment. You’re clearly ready for a second round, but you know he gets more desperate when you keep him hanging. And a desperate Marius is always a delight to work with. 
“Bedroom?” You suggest, and your cunt tightens at the way his eyes immediately go dark with desire.
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actualbird · 1 year ago
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HI!!! i wanted to ask ur opinion on how the nxx boys sneeze 😭 it was a hilarious thought because i was trying to sleep when suddenly i heard my dad make the loudest, most disruptive sneeze ever and i thought "thats so funny lol WAIT what if the tot boys sneezed".
i generally think the tot boys would be more "a-chooooo...." rather than a nuclear explosion but i need ur opinion. HOW WOULD THEY SNEEZE!!??
scream omfg i love this ask and i remember i actually talked about this with @samsspambox once forever ago so, without further ado
how the nxx boys sneeze
vyn: sneezes normal but my god he's super sensitive to allergies and, most of all, Pollen. which is hell, given that he loves to garden. but his easy workaround is just to wear a mask, and that usually saves him when hes working on his own garden. but come Pollen Season, and all the plants and trees spewing particles into the air, and hes a nose-clogged sneezy mess. his students know that when it's pollen season to not piss him off because he will be so cranky from all the sneezing and also the horrid feeling of only having one nostril unobstructed
artem: sneezes the Loud Dad Sneeze. he is the disruptive sneezer, the nuclear explosion. he is sneezing like how a lion roars deeply to establish its territory lines, except artem isnt a literal lion and does not do this on purpose. his sneezes are LOUD. the type of loud that makes people want to ask artem if hes okay afterwards cuz it's so loud it seemed like it dislodged a rib or something. it's immensely comical, given artem's usual quiet nature, that his sneezes are a force of nature. he could sneeze in his office and people all the way over in the pantry would hear it. he is, and i cannot stress this enough, so fucking embarrassed about it.
marius: the sneeze that keeps wanting to happen but Doesnt happen. you know, the cliffhanger sneeze, the sneezes that are like "ah...aaAAAHH...AAAAAAAHH—" and then the resulting "choo" doesnt happen. and this Not Happening just Keeps Happening. it's agonizing. marius will start a sneeze at 9:55am but the Conclusion Of The Sneeze only happens by 10:03am, once hes already in a meeting with the board of directors. how unsightly, he KNOWS, but the worst part really is the sheer anticipation. what marius would GIVE to have a normal sneeze.
luke: the tiniest kitten sneeze on the planet, and always 6 times consecutively in a row MINIMUM. back during the NSB Days(TM), the fearsome Agent Raven arrived at the training class he handles with a slight cold, saying he'll just monitor and teach and give pointers while socially distanced. the trainees were so scared cuz "wow, hes still coming in even when hes sick, how TERRIFYINGLY DEDICATED, to be expected from the FEARSOME AGENT RAVEN." and then luke steps back and grabs a piece of tissue, obviously rearing for a sneeze, and the trainees thought "oh i bet his sneeze is the Loud Disruptive one, just like his own scary fighting skills, to be expected from the FEARSOME AGENT RAVE—" and then
it's the smallest, cutest sneeze. one after the other. and another. and another. it was like hearing a squeaky dog toy get squeezed several times vigorously. it was like how you'd assume a pixie sneezes. it was like the sound sprinkles and pink bubbles would make if those could sneeze.
once luke is done with his consecutive sneezes (that, for the life of him, he could not stop) he promptly death-glares at the trainees and they all agree to Never Bring It Up.
but the consecutive kitten sneezes still follow luke through his life and all the way up to, yep, the nxx team being able to witness it
mc: awww, it's been so long since ive seen your cute sneeze!!
luke, nose clogged: it's [sneeze] not cute! [sneeze]
marius: it's so cute, i think my heart is melting
luke: shut [sneeze] up!
marius: AAAWWW, is the big bad agent having some twouble? >:3
luke: dont you f[sneeze]ucking patronize [sneeze] me!
mc: do you need more tissue?
luke: PLE[sneeze]ASE
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fakesimp · 4 months ago
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Angst Prompts - Tears of Themis
Luke Pearce - You are the mastermind of a murder case that he solved.
Artem Wing - You were accused of a crime that you didn't commit, and he can't do anything about it.
Artem Wing - You were sentenced the death penalty, even though you're innocent.
Vyn Richter - He was married off to another royal.
Lol. How about Marius? Also each individual hit hard honestly :'
Them only able to look at you either conflicted, heartbroken, or disappointed on each prompts.
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rhenuvee · 4 months ago
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A/N: sorry for inactivity again!! I'll be posting some drafts (like this one) to slowly empty them out (sorry if it's bad!)
Warnings: implied sarcasm/exaggeration in tone, somewhat suggestive because of a lot of kissing/making out + teasing
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Hoyoverse men who have the audacity to say, "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere." when they're in the middle of kissing you. The man whose eyes are the first to fall on you when you're within his line of sight. Who's the first to say "I miss you" and kisses you like there's no tomorrow even when he saw you ten minutes ago. I mean, how dare he?
For some of them, he means it in a factual way, because he only wants the best for you and wants you to know that you both have all the time in the world. You're his sweet partner, and his heart breaks in two knowing you do this because you miss him, and have been deprived of his affection- but don't worry he'll give it to you. He feels you hugging him so tight, and all he can do is hug you tighter for your heart to feel safe and to let you know he means his words. He'll do whatever to ensure you have what you want.
And for others, he's 100% doing it to rile you up. To tease you. For them, at this point he knows he's already spoiled you with affection and yet he keeps lighting the fuse ever so slightly. In his heart he also can tell you miss him- your clawing hands griping his jacket so tightly and knuckles pressing into his chest, why wouldn't he know? He would do anything for you, and anything to relish in these moments longer. So don't mistake him for just wanting to poke your sides, because this feeling is something he is not willing to give up easily either.
But it doesn't matter because in the end you will bury yourself impossibly closer into his arms, hoping that you stay there forever. And you will continue to kiss your man as you please, because even he himself will not stop you from loving him.
"I'm all yours."
Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Diluc, Kaeya, Wriothesley, Argenti, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Sunday, Luke, Artem, Vyn, Marius (this is just who I thought of, but you can imagine whoever you like!)
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iravinirattu · 1 year ago
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today i started to learn how to drive and. here just take this i can't defend myself anymore 🚶‍♂️
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LOWKEY ATTRACTIVE THINGS THEY DO WHEN THEY DRIVE
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⥽ does that thing where their hand is behind your seat when they reverse:
diluc, al haitham, CYNO, ayato, beidou, kazuha, ARTEM WING, marius von hagen, blade, SAMPO, gepard, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, nanami kento, SUGURU GETO
⥽ drives with one hand on the steering wheel [bonus- the other is rested on your leg] :
tighnari, CHILDE, kaeya, AYATO, itto, yelan, heizou, marius von hagen, luke pearce, caelus/stelle, KAFKA, blade, SAMPO, shoko ieri, GOJO SATORU
⥽ lets the steering wheel spin back to normal on its own after a turn:
childe, KAVEH, wanderer, dehya, tohma, LUKE PEARCE, gepard, kafka, DAN HENG, himeko, yuji itadori, kugisaki nobara, MAKI ZENIN, yuta okkutsu
⥽ has a super serious face the whole drive:
zhongli, GOROU, ayaka, raiden ei, XIAO, jing yuan, dan heng, WELT YANG, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkutsu
⥽ leans over to kiss your forehead if you fall asleep:
cyno, ZHONGLI, childe, luke pearce, VYN RICHTER, gepard, JING YUAN, dan heng, welt yang, nanami kento, yuji itadori, suguru geto, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
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