#vyn stop making me poor

[whichzwitch]

i..did it :')

he hard pitied me again bruh,, 100 pulls i hate this game 😭😭

[actualbird]

I don't think we've ever had like Drunk drunk Marius. Like, he's had alcohol before in cards but he's somehow sober (I think, otherwise he just acts incredibly sober when drunk)

And I just imagine that he doesn't get drunk bc a) he has a high tolerance and b) he pretends to be sipping on some alcohol while not actually drinking any. Like everyone else is on their 4th glass or something and he's not even done with his 1st.

Why b? Because I'd just like to talk about the idea of Drunk marius being a sarcastic asshole to the point where he got banned from having more than 3 drinks at family functions.

(Last time he had more than three he insulted one of his uncle for having no art sense, told his cousin that she was the ugliest bitch he's ever seen and will never find a partner, then threw up all over some poor French von Hagen's newly made suit. the first two may have been deserved. the last one was not.)

I DONT THINK WE HAVE YEAH, though if im not mistaken, one of his MR audios is him drunk and he was a clingy drunk to mc. i cant remember which MR card this was tho orz

but this is making me lose it HELP. all the years of learning how to be a Respectable Von Hagen just go out the window past a certain amount of alcohol, poor thing.....or rather, everybody he insulted are the poor things kJBLKSJBFLSDBF

i myself like to think that marius has a pretty solid alcohol tolerance. of course, it depends on what hes drinking but also. he was an art student in florence. ive never been to florence but i was an art (creative writing) student once and the AMOUNTS of alcohol that would be drunk at parties and get togethers, my god......so in my eyes, marius can hold his drink pretty well

but i assume he doesnt like ever getting drunk at business functions in general. too much risk, 0 reward. he leaves the fun drinking times to when hes having a get together with the nxx team

and once hes drunk he can dunk on vyn non stop until vyn nearly tries to strangle him

[kissofthemis]

AU where Giann returns and mc falls in love on sight, (poor Marius)

A clean, composed canvas. Every brushstroke carefully measured, every color meticulously selected.

Marius von Hagen was the sort of person who prepared every aspect of his existence in advance. In his position, he could not afford to not be over-prepared, as he was painfully aware that he had more enemies than friends. Whether the target was Pax, Z, or even just Marius himself, the amount of targets on his back required the young man to anticipate every possible situation, every possible outcome, and every possible next step... and to plan accordingly.

Of course, even the Pax Group's CEO was a mere mortal, and he could not account for the occasional obstacles or stumbles in his path. Even Marius von Hagen, of all people, could be taken by surprise. Usually he was able to fix those sudden little splatters and jagged strokes, covering them with his own colors and incorporating them into his greater picture.

Today, however?

Buckets and buckets, mismatched colors and hues, shades of all kinds, drowning the once sensible, orderly painting.

A torrential downpour of chaos descended onto Marius' precisely curated canvas, throwing his mind and his world into disarray.

When the door to the NXX meeting room cracked open, Marius had fully expected it to be Vyn trudging in late. As haughty as the psychiatrist could be, he was notoriously not a morning person, and Marius had made it his personal mission to give Vyn grief every time he was not exactly on time. (Perhaps more accurately, when he was not at least 3 minutes early. Was that unfair? Perhaps. Did Vyn deserve it? Absolutely.)

But the man who stumbled into the room was significantly taller, with hair significantly darker, and a face that was significantly less punchable.

Everything around him faded and dimmed, to backgrounds not fully developed as he focused on the person taking center stage in his painting. He thought Rosa might have jumped up behind him, but her startled words as she clung to Luke were not discernible. Luke's voice was mere static in Marius' brain, but he sounded angry and accusatory.

A figure moved out of the corner of his eye; judging from the size and colors, Artem. Of course, Artem would know who had just intruded on what was supposed to be a private meeting, for a top-secret group.

But Marius was not going to allow anyone to make a move before him.

All of the young heir's senses returned at once, and he darted forward, pushing his long legs to their limit so he would be the first one to the newcomer's side.

Much to his relief, Artem did not stop him.

"Giann!" Marius cursed himself internally for the way his voice cracked, for showing an ounce of weakness, but he would just hope that the other three people here would extend some mercy. "Giann, you're home!"

After all, his beloved older brother had been off the grid for so long, and now... and now he was in Marius' arms again!

Marius flung his arms around his brother, causing the older von Hagen to wince slightly. But Giann did not retreat; instead he leaned into Marius' shoulders and returned the embrace, albeit weakly.

What a funny scene, for Marius to be holding his taller, older brother like this.

"Sorry for making you wait."

"I'll tell you how to pay me back later."

Now that he was grounded, now that he knew for a fact that the person in front of him was his dear brother, now that he knew he was not dreaming or fantasizing or hallucinating or reminiscing, the rest of the background began to seep more fully into Marius' mind. He was able to transform the mismatched buckets of colors, weave them and brush them and mix them into something new. It was not what he had envisioned, these hues or shapes or patterns, but it was his. He could handle this again.

He would be stronger with Giann here, after all.

"Giann?" Rosa's voice was clearer now in his head. "Mister Giann von Hagen, sir?"

"How do we know it's actually him?" Luke's wary words came out in a low growl, and Marius whipped his head around immediately to provide a stinging retort.

"I also know Giann, as I worked with him on the NXX cases prior to your arrival," Artem reminded the others calmly, "and while I appreciate your caution, I do not believe it is necessary, Luke. That man is undoubtedly the real one."

Marius made a mental note that he owed Artem for speaking up on his brother's behalf.

"Mister Giann von Hagen, sir!" When had Rosa approached? Her footsteps were so quiet, despite the way her eyes were glowing with wonder and her body was practically quivering with excitement. "Ah, I mean... please pardon my interruption!"

"No need to apologize. If you're here, then I know you are a person who both Artem Wing and my brother trust." Giann straightened up to his full height (much to Marius' chagrin), giving Rosa a polite but feeble smile.

The way Rosa began bouncing on her tiptoes did not escape Marius' notice.

"Jiejie..." Marius whined as he adjusted his position, still standing (nearly) shoulder to shoulder with his brother. "You never address me so politely... I'm just Marius to you... just the brat... You don't even call me King...."

"King?" Giann echoed. "Is that the codename you chose for yourself?"

A deep flush illuminated Marius' face, stretching from ear to ear and covering him in a faint red glow. "I... For the Pax Group and our family name, obviously! I had to do them justice, you know!"

"Obviously. I know."

Still reeling as he tried to recover from being mortified by his brother in front of the woman he had a massive crush on, not to mention the other two dorks on the other side of the room, Marius averted his gaze.

But even without looking at Rosa, he could hear the excited lilt in her voice and imagine the way she was beaming as she continued to speak. "Marius has spoken so highly of you! I have had no doubt in my mind that you must be a wonderful person, and it is such an honor to meet you, sir!"

A gentle laugh left his brother's lips. "No need to be so formal. Clearly you and Marius are good friends, so you are already a friend of mine."

Good friends. Marius felt as though a paint scraper had been stabbed into his chest. "Let's sit down, Giann," he urged. "You seem really exhausted."

Giann did not argue, instead allowing Marius to guide him to the couches and seats further in the room.

"I am so sorry!" Rosa piped up as soon as they sat down. "You clearly need time to recover! Any of my questions can wait for a later time!"

Giann waved his hand dismissively. "I don't mind. Really." He smiled, with soft glow like that of a sunrise about to brighten up the world. "I want to learn about you. And about this young man, too." He nodded to Luke.

Whether Luke ever got to speak to Giann that day, Marius could not recall. He was too focused on the way in which Rosa's eyes sparkled, in the way in which she leaned forward when Giann spoke, in the way in which her hands fiddled nervously with the edges of her sleeves, in the way in which her left foot tapped with a mix of eagerness and anxiety, in the way in which her voice hummed when she responded to his questions, in the way in which her chest seemed to tremble as her rapid heartbeat burst against her ribcage.

She did not only bask in the glow of Giann's warmth and glory, but she returned it in full force.

Oh. Of course.

Giann was the true genius. Giann was the true leader. Giann was the go-getter, the organizer, the one who people loved. Marius was only ever a substitute, an inferior stand-in. Whether as president of Pax, or as a member of the NXX... Marius was never meant to stay. Marius' job was simply to ensure that nothing fell apart, and to keep Giann's name in good standing. To ease Giann's transition back into his rightful role when he returned. Marius was just... a child, a dreamer, an idealistic fool.

No wonder Rosa was enamored with Giann. Maybe she even loved him, or would love him soon.

A blank canvas, devoid of color, light, or life.

In all fairness, Marius preferred Giann von Hagen to Marius von Hagen, too.

[spaceself]

Thinking about who my f/os & comfort characters would main (in ref to the mario kart poll) in-depth now. under the 'read more' cus i ramble on for a while lol

Luke strikes me as a Shy Guy or Luigi player. Probably played a lot of video games including Mario Kart when younger, especially with MC! He says he's rusty, as he hasn't had the time as an adult to spend on video games like he did when he was a kid, but ends up winning in 1st place anyways (he doesn't actually secretly play games during his downtime, he really hasn't picked up a game in ages, but somehow those skills just haven't left him (it's most definitely because he treasure those memories, because most of the time he had played those types of games with his loved ones, so in a way, he never really forgot how to play)). He will most definitely let you win to make you happy, probably slowing down at last second so you could get 1st place (expect a lot of "wooaahhh good job!"s and "i knew you could do it!"s) Wouldn't ever do it for anyone else though. Especially Marius LMAO

Marius is taking Pauline hands down, maybe would make an exception for either of the princesses (Peach & Daisy) if Pauline is taken by another player. Will be annoying if he has to play as anyone else. I imagine him as another gamer when he was younger, but still plays video games during his downtime as an adult! He doesn't want to strain his hands by playing for too long, so he doesn't ever play for long stretches of time and would probably play for about an hour per day at max, but he would most likely be the one to bring up playing Mario Kart as a fun group NXX activity! Ends up having a very strong vendetta against Luke and Vyn (we'll get to him in a bit) afterwards

Artem, my beloved, is a very simple man with simple pleasures. i initially said he'd main peach (i can def see him finding her cute and liking her aesthetic-wise), but realistically he'd only play as Mario and wouldn't choose any other character unless he has to. his 2nd best choice would he Yoshi (who he also finds just as cute!). has probably never picked up a game never and, if he would, would only stick to incredibly cozy and casual games. visual novels, farming simulators and slice of life games galore. when first introduced to mario kart, he'd probably think he'd get the hang of it as he's an incredibly skilled driver irl! but then would struggle to even accelerate or steer properly, and would also continuously crash into the walls of the course or fall off the map entirely. he needed luke to tell him how to even go forward when they first started. marius is laughing. he'd rather be playing hello kitty picross for the 3ds instead. my poor bbg

Vyn is a wild card through and through, so I can see him bouncing from character to character (ESPECIALLY if any unlisted characters are involved or we're talking about Mario Kart 8 with dlc characters), but enjoys playing as Rosalina the most specifically for the aesthetics. his playstyle is to get on everyone else's nerves. like artem, he has no experience with games at all and would also struggle with the controls (although not to such a serious of an extent as artem LMAO), but would catch on quickly! because he's not as skilled of a driver, he utilizes the item boxes to the best of his ability. it doesn't matter how slow he's going if everyone else is getting hit with shells! whenever marius is in his vicinity, it is On Sight. he ALWAYS makes sure to save at least ONE shell, banana peel, etc. for his favorite student <3 he isn't skilled enough to out-manoeuvre luke but IS competent (and spiteful) enough to stop Marius from winning. marius is dying on the inside.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[salty-dracon]

Tears of Themis chapter 9

We start our with a child of unknown age hopping a fence while being watched by another. They both fear telling the "director" about something going on.

Tyson Turner, whose role in this conspiracy I don't remember, is emotionally unstable yeee. And

the only thing worse than a child pickpocketing you is a child asking you for money to your face

good deflection LOL. yup can confirm that insurance sellers wear suits

thank God he used his privilege well

THEY FOUND HER TWITTER NOOOO

I'm being bullied online

work from home! work from home! work from home!

Soooo to summarize, because of the recent case involving Heirson, people are terrified that they might be falling sick due to cross contamination of this drug. Meanwhile, the NSB which Luke works for has officially taken over the investigation as well as changed access to the Big Data Lab that the group works from. Luke now has access to their side of the investigation, which weirdly enough includes a case involving the disappearance of "Gerard Boone", a teenager in juvenile detention. Does the name sound familiar? Yup, we watched a Hugh Boone end his own life last chapter!

looks like our investigation partner is Luke this time yeeeeee

was really hoping we'd get to watch our poor Rosa get motion sick in real time but nope.

welcome to juvie. I am probably the only woman these poor kids have seen in years.

Fun fact: one of my high school history teachers literally worked in juvie. He literally threw a guy through two walls once in juvie. My parents hated him, I loved him, and my classmates were always shipping him with the female teacher he co-taught our class with.

my lunch with buddy be so fine! then suddenly, bullying.

BRO WHAT. WHY ARE YOU BEING EVEN MEANERRRRR.

Rosa is ANGY. oh my god I have never seen Rosa this angy.

waow.

ah right, the other party in the prologue was a "thin young man", so, this guy. and Gerard was actually trying to be nice to him this entire time by fighting his bullies. Also, when Gerard disappeared, he went to meet a person who took his hand. he said he couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman which means it's a woman.

Gerard injured a nurse before his mom's death. The nurse when we meet her has a full sprite. She has a prosthetic eye and scratches on her arm.

She's not one of these Super Hot Ladies (because this game has some Super Hot Ladies) but I like how they're accurate with how they're handling her prosthetic eye. It's literally not moving when her other eye is.

she's such a generic nurse it's funny

Short term cancer was literally a symptom of NXX wasn't it.

One thing this game is cool about (but which other games do better) is carefully analyzing conversations not on an Ace Attorney or heavy direct contradiction basis, but on an interpersonal one. Makes sense from a dramatic perspective, not so much from a game one though.

Did they fuck up the translation randomly in the middle? They're now referring to Gerard as Julie. They probably fixed it in a later patch.

this is like the second violent fight luke has prevented this chapter.

"do you believe in fortune telling" the fucking DETECTIVE asks you. honestly, yeah. for really weird reasons. if I ever dabble in fortune telling, my life gets 1000x worse. I've only had someone use their fortune telling beam on me once but I don't remember what happened. so there must be SOMETHING there.

cute she's just like "I want you to be happy too buddy" as though the romantic implications just flew over her head in this one lol.

finally, an apartment that looks like mine.

why is there a whole box of suicide notes that's a bit fucked

uhhh. time-line is fucked. so, gerard stops an assault against harper, he serves as a witness. later attacks harper, causing her to lose her eye. is sent to juvie, escapes. all while dealing with his poor mother's ailing health.

this phone call to vyn could have been an email- bitch what the FUCK did you just say-

the translation is wilding

they're insinuating that his mom never died. wild. since there's still the implication that the person who took him away is a woman, I wonder if it's like, harper trauma bonded with the boy that saved her from assault, and he got upset about it which is why she hurt him.

stop dying dude. you're a government agent just demand the VA (or Chinese equivalent) give you better healthcare.

npc art whoooooooo

macho king.

"don't worry ma'am! I'm very good at arguing!" she is indeed very good at arguing

oh my god. not this guy again.

oh my god not THIS GUY AGAIN what is he doing here. Rosa girl you're strong but you're not that tough.

wait??? he was in on it??? he's the one who directed that little girl to not-pickpocket marius at the beginning???? I think I mentioned before that he could have been his long lost brother but this just further cements it.

yeah I was thinking the same thing. a previous case where someone ingested NXX resulted in cancer that killed them really quickly. so the nurse may have fed the mom NXX. Gerard found out and attacked her. later he got out of juvie to meet harper. but I doubt he forgot what harper did. so the trauma bonding thing stands but the reason for the attack was different.

Hey What The Shit.

wtf is with my buddies this round they're all wildin

Hey What The Shit.

ow...?

We're taking a hard right into Mr Love Queens Choice with this one lads

love how he's like "please stop touching my arm scar we're in public and I'm mildly into you" and then suddenly she calls their friend over to touch his arm scar and he's like "hey no don't do that either"

what is UP with my friends this time they're all acting so weird

okay. second coolest bar so far and why are you going in a suit

I take back everything I said about harper she is an anticapitalist queen

what did the fucking fortune teller do? are there drugs in her fucking talismans? like I was like "okay who cares since she doesn't have a sprite" but noooooooo.

and there's the missing piece of the puzzle. gerard's mom was faking the illness to control her son. the nurse knew that and so she tried to set him free by killing her. which, uh, based?

OH. SHIT. RIVALRY ARC.

if there's anything this game does well, even perfectly, it's insane hot milfs.

this is the Apollo VS Phoenix of all time. Man I need to replay AA6.

I swear at the end of this Rosa's going to run into the task force command room with five slices of cake and shout "let's all stop fighting and be friends!!!" and everything will be healed like that. because wtf is pacing amirite

luke, "pretending to fall sick so you can force your friend to take care of you" is literally some yandere shit. wait no that's literally what the kid's mom did to him actually.

???? THAT'S IT?!

WHO THE FUCK IS OEDIPUS????

Bad decision time.

[artemstellation]

tot men + being caught staring.

artem wing...

.... immediately looks away. he's flustered, and is embarrassed because he got caught. shyly apologizes because he thinks that he was making you uncomfortable (ugh, how can i get an artem of my own?).

if you tell him that it's okay, he'll grow even more flustered. not only was he caught staring, but now he's been given permission to stare some more? talk about embarrassing. he wants to bury himself in a hole (me too, bestie, me too).

the next time he wants to take a look at you, he does it more discreetly after making sure that there's no one around to rat him out.

marius von hagen...

.... looks back at you with a smirk (he's screaming on the inside, it's all a persona he plays to stop the impending embarrassment). so what if he was caught? can't he admire a work of art? (vincent visibly cringed hard).

actually, he stares some more. now that he was caught, there's nothing but embarrassing himself left for him, so he seizes the opportunity to flirt some more. now, you're the one who wants to bury yourself in a hole because he's just too good at flirting.

the next time he wants to look, he openly stares. he doesn't care about who else is watching (poor vincent, again), and gives you a million dollar smile (get it? okay i'll go away) that steals the rug from under your feet (?).

luke pearce...

.... is embarrassed to the point that he wants to change his identity and move away to another continent (i know, i do too). he grows red as the roses in vyn's garden (how creative-), and hides behind his hands.

apologizes over and over again again until you stop him and tell him that it's okay, and that you don't mind. he combusts right then and there. luke.exe has stopped working, system in process of rebooting. grows even redder and looks like he's a cooked lobster (man, this is making me hungry-) that celestine had brought the day before for lunch.

next time? there is no next time for a while. he's too embarrassed to even make eye contact with you without looking away the next second. please comfort him.

vyn richter...

.... gives you a pretty smile to divert your attention from the red creeping up his neck (too bad that you already saw and called him out on it). he wants to scream into the void. too much of embarrassment.

also apologizes and before you can say anything, makes up an excuse and books it out of there. goes home and has a mental breakdown over it, and then tries his best to recover. gives you a call later and apologizes properly, and when you tell him that it's alright, heaves a big sigh of relief.

next time, he makes sure to thoroughly divert your attention before doing anything. he doesn't want to go through all that all over again. there's only so much that he can handle.

✦ notes; aha have another post because i've been having too much of brainrot and i need to get it out somehow-

- rine

© 2021 rine @artemstellation. do not plagiarize or repost without due permission.

[halcyon-writings]

- holding out your palm under their chin (hcs)

note(s)/warning(s): the title sounds kinda wild but it’s fluff i promise, no spoilers, my thoughts are too much, reader is gn + not rosa/the mc (bc she’s here and that’s weird dating urself we aren’t 3h /j) surprisingly enough my first entry for this series is not angsty who would’ve thunk

nav.

feat. marius, luke, vyn, artem, and rosa

marius von hagen

the one who’s teasing you about it, maybe a slight laugh too. looking from your open palm to your eyes with a the corners of his crinkling in amusement. He even raises his eyebrows a few times to add to the humor of it all. But he’s going to indulge you all the same, after poking some more fun of course.

“I didn’t think you could be so cute!” He exclaims, and of course you want to either smack him or kiss him (or both). You pull your hand away which makes him fluster instead, He still wanted to do the thing where he rests his chin in your palm. After much convincing (which meant to stop his whining that got several looks from other people) he finally gets his way.

He bats his eyelashes and pouts when you laugh at him. But doesn’t quite move just yet. And seeing how you move to cup his face with both hands, suddenly the so confident pax group leader flushes. he protests loudly as you laugh while letting go. (He likes it more than he wants to admit). And you suddenly have a thing for him whining. Huh, who knew.

luke pearce

Luke, you beautiful soul you, would look at you a bit confused when you hold your hand out out of the blue. Confusion spreads across his features because he can’t remember you handing him anything. Perhaps followed by a small panic because what if you did and he forgot and then lost it. He’s patting his many pockets on the familiar jacket before you grab his attention again.

Your hand is held out again, and this time Luke tilts his head, akin to a confused puppy. And you probably have to reach up, palm placed underneath his chin. He processes it for a moment, before his entire face heats up, and he sputters out a question about your antics. But he doesn’t move his head away either so really, who’s winning here.

Once he recovers, and you’re certain he won’t spontaneously combust, he sends a wide grin your way. And like previously looking like an excited puppy, all he was missing was the ears and the wagging tail. This man loves physical affection, and literally would love this so much. Don’t @ me I’m right.

vyn richter

Ah Vyn. Now unlike the previous two, it would take a bit more to surprise him, or even fluster him. He sees you raise your hand up to his chin, just enough that he’d have to lean down slightly. Raising a delicate brow with a small amused quirk of his lips, “Oh?” And despite you literally having him in the palm of your hand, it feels like you’re the one that’s been trapped instead.

Not one to state his want outright, rather nudging slowly, Vyn relishes the contact just as much. I imagine that he’s also another that’s a bit touched starved (ig they all are huh). Looking up at you through his eyelashes. There’s soft adoration in his eyes, it’s no surprise if you suddenly combust at the way he looks at you. Vyn is just that charming and he knows it, using this skill for evil /j. “Is this what you wanted?” He asks.

But unlike the previous two, he ends up flustering you. Leaning just a bit more forward, tilting his head, when you feel him kiss your palm. Also peering up at you slightly just to get a glimpse of your reaction. It seems that he got the last laugh instead, well played doc, well played. 

artem wing

This poor man. You’re gonna end up confusing the hell out of him and that is a fact. If the man had to consult a book on how to ask someone out, he probably wouldn’t even know what you want him to do unless you say so outright. But it’s okay, his confusion is cute so it’s whatever. Probably makes a note of this to google it or smth, just in case,,, can’t stand him /j. But just because he’s a little confused, does not mean that he won’t do it.  

Literally all you would have to do is ask nicely and man will go to the ends of the Earth for you. His happiness is quiet, but still he’s enamored all the same. If he could bring both of your hands to cup his face, he would but the thought of that probably gets him all flustered. (He once turned so red when his hand brushed against yours once, even Celestine had decided to have some pity for the poor thing and didn’t tease him that time). 

He’s literally boyfriend material, wtf. Probably the second that flusters you albeit unintentionally because once he gets it, it’s as though a lightbulb pops up above his head. Artem is just so earnest in his affection (I’m gonna go kiss him rn smh), like idk if it’s y bias towards him but please imagine him doing this it’s so cute

rosa

MISS ROSA!!!! My beloved,,, I know we can technically give her any name we want but I like this name for her. Another sweetheart who get’s flushed when you hold your hand out in front of her/beneath her chin. She’s aware of the cute trends, and in no doubt thanks to Kiki as well, but still, she thinks it may be cheesy to ask for such couple-y things to do. But she still loves them. 

As her s/o, you can get away with teasing her (Marius is punching the air rn). Just please have mercy on her, you’ll make the poor woman combust or smth. But once she gets over the slight embarrassment, she loves it. Also probably does it to you from time to time so she can see you get all flustered. It’s a hollow victory bc Rosa is also red in the face but it is a victory all the same.

If you also work at Themis, just know that Kiki may or may not squeal at the two of you and now you have everybody’s attention, good luck! (It’s okay get her back with smth about idol merch and she gets sworn to secrecy, easy peasy).

[thenovelartist]

HEYY i LOVED the TOT dad headcanons !! idk if your requests is open but if it happens to be open can you make a dad!ToT character headcanons where they meet their daughter’s boyfriend for the first time hehe <3

I am going to apologize this took me almost 2 months to get to!

I'M SO SORRY!

Vyn

Good grief.

This girl knows her dad. And she will not bring home ANY boy until she is very certain that she sees a future with him.

Why? Because Vyn is a very protective papa.

And as such, he will use every ounce of his training to psychoanalyze this prospective suitor to determine if he really is good for his little girl.

Rosa and her daughter have to team up and have a game plan to stop this from happening.

Er… at least keep it to a minimum. There is no stopping Vyn, and they know it.

Ultimately, his daughter will have a talk with him prior to the meeting.

They will discuss everything about the guy she is bringing over, from his past to his current work and education to his future plans.

The conversation will end with Vyn assuring his daughter he trusts her and his daughter telling her dad she’s okay with him being protective…

But that he was also the one to teach her about false masks people put on to impress others and how to spot PUAs from a mile away, so give her the benefit of the doubt here. She was careful with her manhunt.

Only then will Vyn lighten up…

A little.

He still totally psychoanalyzes the man.

But will shake his hand at the end of the night and mean it when he says “it was nice meeting you.”

Because by then, he’s certain that his daughter did find a good guy and he can relax a bit.

But only a bit.

Because his little girl has grown up.

His audio diary will be a mess later.

Artem

His girl is dating?

This poor man. He’s a wreck.

He tries to not be overbearing.

Rosa has to be by Artem’s side every step of the way, assuring him that she’s nervous too but that this is part of their kids growing up.

Before the guy comes over, Artem asks his daughter to describe him.

His daughter tells him everything she knows, which sounds good enough to calm Artem down a bit.

He will play nice, he promises. But! Artem warns her that if he does see any problems with the boyfriend, Artem will face his daughter privately later to discuss his worries.

His daughter accepts her dad being protective but tells him she’s not worried.

When the day comes where they meet, Artem is wound up tighter than a spring. But he does genuinely welcome the man his daughter brings over.

He is mostly in lawyer mindset at the beginning of the night. Artem is assessing the man, asking him questions, striking up a conversation about him.

And eventually, Artem begins to feel comfortable with him and relaxes.

By the end of the night, Artem is still a little tense, but it’s much easier to hide it.

Give him a little more time; he’ll eventually accept his daughter’s boyfriend.

And when he does approve, he’ll pat his daughter’s shoulder and tell her, “You chose well.”

Marius

Nooooo! No boyfriends! Ever!

He hates it.

His little girl has grown up and doesn’t need her papa anymore!

Rosa has to tell him to stop being such a drama queen.

But really, Marius is worried.

He knows that it’s part of growing up, and it isn’t like he doesn’t trust her.

He just has problems trusting people around her.

His daughter does her best to tell him that her boyfriend’s a good guy.

But Marius won’t believe it until he meets him.

When meeting him, Marius goes into business mindset mode. He’s professional and desperate to show he has the upper hand here.

Rosa is there to play mediator and pat Marius’ arm when he gets a little too intense.

At the end of the evening, Marius will insist the man isn’t good enough for his daughter.

“Dad, you two literally sat for an hour and discussed art.”

“No one will ever be good enough for you!”

His poor daughter.

It will take a while for Marius to stop pretending that he doesn’t like his daughter’s boyfriend. He’ll have to admit at some point that she picked a good guy.

But today is not that day!

Luke

Luke’s gone.

NO! Bad joke. HE LIVES AND WE KNOW IT!

Luke’s cool with it. Why? Because he’s known the boy for years.

He watched said boy and his daughter grow up together.

Suddenly, Luke has a lot more respect for Rosa’s parents.

He wonders if they ever suspected he and Rosa would fall in love and what they thought about it.

But looking now, although Luke is underlyingly nervous (it’s his daughter and he’ll never stop being the protective papa), Luke ultimately counts himself very lucky.

Because he knows that his daughter’s boyfriend is a good guy. He knows he doesn’t have to worry about said boy breaking her heart or if he’ll really stay by her side through thick and thin. Because he’s already proven his character.

However, Luke does want to take the boy aside and have a man-to-man talk.

Luke thinks about all the things he wanted to have said to Rosa’s dad. That leads him in the conversation with his daughter’s boyfriend.

It’s reassuring to connect with the young man like this, and Luke lets his daughter go knowing she’ll be in good hands.

But he does get a little pouty when alone. “Take care of her, will you?” he mumbles to himself. “And don’t be stupid like me. Make sure you’re alive for her, yeah?”

[ohthemis]

Could I please request for artem and vyn (separate) with their s/o just casually dropping a "oh btw I've witnessed like 4 of my friends dying" and just leaving the room casually. I think it would be very funny if they said it unexpectedly. Now they will try to find the key to the tragic backstory. Thankyou sm!!

You dont have to do this if its uncomfortable!!

tot boys when their s/o tells them they saw their friends die

characters: artem wing, vyn richter

ARTEM WING

he’s astounded. honestly doesn’t think it’s as funny as you do, but he’ll laugh it off.

he’s genuinely concerned for your wellbeing and also, what the hell happened to your friends? he doesn’t let you walk away when you tell him, asks you what exactly happened. kind of upset him because that probably traumatized you. i mean 4 of your friends died!! and you saw!!

if you were joking, he’ll be relieved and upset at the same time. he’s glad that no one, especially you, weren’t hurt, but he definitely thinks it was a poor choice of pranks. it really concerned him, but he’s glad you had your fun. next time, just try not to pick a prank that’ll get him all up in his head.

if you weren’t, he’s worried for you. the second he finds out it’s true, no matter the severity, he’s at your beck and call. you want water, are you feeling well, what’s wrong? bb is absolutely concerned and wants to make you feel better from whatever happened <3

VYN RICHTER

“excuse me?” he heard you, but just to be sure, say it again.

he takes the initiative to ask you questions. “how do you feel? does it bother you?” you might as well stop there, but you decide to take thing a tiny bit further and just walk out the room. he’s honestly dumbfounded. he has no idea what’s going on but he does want to find out, so he follows after you.

if you tell him you were just messing around, he’ll be very relieved. it won’t show, but he’s glad you didn’t have to go through that. “ah, well, you definitely got me there.” it’ll be on his mind for a day or two, though. honestly, he’s still kind of bewildered. what in the world convinced you to mess with him, with that??

if it was true, he tries to assess you for a good second. doctor mode is on!! tries to understand the situation and how you might be doing. if you’re doing okay, he’ll leave it until you decide to tell him what went on. if you seem even slightly upset, he’ll take your hand in his and reassure you that you can confide in him.

[alstroemeriadissonance]

Relief (NSFW)

A VynRosa x Aaron threesome

This is sorta crack, so Vyn may be a little tad OOC at times. Had fun, though, hope that makes up for it.

Warning: Dubcon, noncon drug usage and the other questionable stuff that comes with it. Don’t read if noncon elements disturb you.

“How bad is it, Yishmir?” Dr. Vyn Richter asked as he watched the other doctor in the room flash a penlight into Rosa’s increasingly dilated eye. “Has the drug progressed into her blood stream?”

Dr. Aaron Yishmir switched off the penlight and slipped it back into his jacket pocket. “I’m seeing a replication of how the symptoms developed in one of our agents,” he muttered, darkly. “Between the gross dilation of the pupils, increased production of fluids, and mania…exact same set of symptoms.” He tsk-ed. “Miss Bennett’s account is foggy at best, so unless I can get my hands on a blood chemistry report, that’s all I can say at the moment.”

Laid out on the hospital cot, currently sedated, was Rosa. 

Doctors Richter and Yishmir typically did not attend to poisoning cases; Rosa’s, however, was a special case: A possible case of drugging, and to make matters infinitely worse, she was apparently dosed with a suspected experimental drug. 

An aphrodisiac.

According to her friend, Kiki, they were partying in some club in the CBD, when Rosa started acting strange. She thought Rosa only got drunk and like a responsible friend, she brought the young attorney home; only to realize that she was under the influence of a more insidious substance after Rosa attempted to assault her upon arriving at her apartment.

It was a good thing that Kiki knew to dial Rosa’s close friend Dr. Richter for immediate help, and despite the ungodly hour of two in the morning he drove like a madman to Rosa’s rescue, spiriting her away into his small clinic in the NXX Headquarters. 

He also roped in Dr. Yishmir, NSB agent and field doctor, whose purview included investigating the illegal drug cases that proliferated in Stellis as of late.

“Yishmir. I do not think administering an additional dose of sedative would be wise in her case, should she come off it still under the influence of the aphrodisiac,” Vyn murmured as he checked her pulse with his fingertips over her radial artery. “Her heart rate is too low to allow for any further sedation even if we give her IV.” He gently let go of her arm, then briskly walked over to the vital signs monitor by her bedside. “There is a risk of acute bradycardia.”

“Yes, I understand, Richter,” Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. “Have you heard accounts, or rumors, of how our poor agent fared under the influence of that drug?”

“No. I have no time to pay attention to mere rumors.”

“Let me tell you something interesting then.” A pause. “Something…unsavory, so keep it between ourselves.” Aaron cleared his throat. “We did not think of putting her under sedation immediately, after she was brought in, since we did not have an idea of how badly she was affected by mania. You know how agents are, trained to undergo torture. This includes not showing how they are affected by most stimuli.”

Vyn crossed his arms as he leaned his back against the nearest bare wall. “Yes, I have an idea of how most agents work. Get straight to the point.”

Aaron sighed. “Well, yeah. She…she ended up starting a gangbang, Richter. All five personnel who were attending to her: one doctor–not me–two field agents, and two of our paramedics.” He chewed his lip as he nervously threw a glance towards the girl currently slumbering on the cot. “Our agent tried to endure and fight it, I’m sure. But it’s hard to fight against one’s own body.”

Silence befell both men.

“So you are telling me,” Vyn began, voice scathing, “That all five men just gave in and had sex with a drugged woman? No one thought to stop her? It rather sounds more like a problem of self-control from the men, and assigning blame on the helpless victim is something I would have not expected from you, Yishmir.”

“I would tell you that those are otherwise good men, Richter–”

“All men are good, until they do something catastrophically evil,” Vyn cut in.

“–and you have just proved the point I was going to make,” Aaron sighed. “That you won’t take my word for it. I suppose…I suppose you’ll just have to see it for yourself.”

“I will see her through it, and I will make sure she will come out of this terrible ordeal safe and unharmed.” Vyn clenched his fists hard enough until his knuckles turned white. “And after this, the bastard who did this to her shall. Pay dearly.” 

“Before we even think of the culprit, let’s focus on Rosa, alright?” Aaron said, bringing Vyn’s attention back to the immediate problem at hand. “Good news is, the drug should wear off by itself, give or take five hours or so. If Miss Bennett’s estimated time of possible drugging is more or less on point, that is.”

“How long before the drug wears off is of no import to me, Yishmir,” Vyn says quietly as he walks back towards Rosa’s cot, pulling a stool by her bedside. “I will be here for her as long as it takes, until she is out of danger.” 

“It’s more for her comfort, I mean.” Aaron looked at his watch. “And for those attending to her, if you decide to forgo the sedative.”

“I shall not subject her to any unnecessary risks,” Vyn said, voice clipped. “If it means I would be required to deal with her in her manic state, then so be it.” He gives Aaron a cold stare. “Such a case is under the purview of my expertise.”

“All right then.” Aaron pulled a chair and made himself comfortable by the doorway. It was only at that moment that he realized how cramped Vyn’s small yet well-stocked clinic in the NXX Headquarters was. “I suppose I’ll stay here. I will need to observe how the onset of symptoms progress.” He pursed his lips. “Part of my duties, I’m afraid.”

“Do what you need to do. Just do not get in my way.”

Aaron snorted. “Big words for someone who woke me up past two am begging for my help.”

It was after an hour had passed that things started to go south.

Or up, depending on one’s perspective.

Rosa started to stir into consciousness; she moaned aloud and tugged at the wires taped to her, ripping them off. “Oh god,” came her distressed moaning. “It–everything–oh shit–”

“Rosa? Rosa, dearest,” Vyn, who was dozing off in his seat upright, immediately snapped awake and gathered her in his arms. “Ssh. I am here. You are safe…”

“Vyn?” Rosa looked up towards Vyn’s face, and her eyes became almost wide as saucers. “Oh…oh no–Vyn, please let go of me,” she whispered urgently. “Don’t–please–”

Vyn tried his hardest to calm her down. “Rosa? Tell me, what is ailing you–mmph–!” 

Rosa, with her shaking hands, pulled Vyn’s face towards hers, shutting him up with her tongue in his mouth. Her kissing was hungry, needy; desperate. Her sighs of relief upon being able to kiss Vyn full on the mouth was punctuated with loud, wet sounds of kissing.

Vyn, as bewildered and shocked as he was, only sat there, petrified as Rosa had her way with him.

“Uh. Richter? Need any help?” Aaron, breaking out in cold sweat, asked. Good lord, look at the girl go.

Vyn tried to extricate himself from Rosa’s adrenaline-fueled embrace, at least long enough to reply with, “Do not just sit there, Yishmir!” Vyn hissed. “Help me restrain her!”

Rosa blanched upon hearing that there was another person with them in the room. “Oh no…no…” she moaned. “Dr. Yishmir–? Oh shit–please don’t tell Luke about this–”

“Rosa? Tell me, tell me how you are feeling, so we may help you,” Vyn said as he struggled to hold her wrists down. “Please. We only want you safe…”

Shaking her head adamantly, Rosa only keened as she cried out, “Everything feels like it's burning, but it's not, and I…oh no, I…” Her face twisted in sheer agony as she spat out, “I need you now, Vyn! I need to…come…”

Rosa looked as if she wanted to die upon saying the last few words, utterly mortified. 

“Richter, do you have safety straps?” Aaron asked urgently as he rummaged through the supplies cabinet. “Or anything we can use to restrain her?”

“I have none of the sort here!” Vyn snapped, still struggling to keep Rosa’s arms down to her sides. “This clinic is equipped strictly for emergency treatment only, so quit dallying and help me hold her down while I think of something!”

He sounded strangely agitated, a first for someone who was quite renowned for his cool, detached demeanor and bedside manner.

Aaron groaned, defeated–he tried his hardest to not have to handle a girl in the throes of strong aphrodisiac–and with his strong arms held Rosa by the shoulders. “There, there now. Yes, Luke will not hear of this. Never. I don’t want any HIPAA violation sicced at me, anyway,” he found it in himself to chuckle a little despite the situation at hand. Then to Vyn, “Well, Richter? I’m holding her now, are you planning to make me do this for the remaining four hours?”

Vyn did not answer. He was starting to feel uncomfortable, and a faint flush suffused his cheeks. He let go of Rosa's arms finally to move about and try to locate anything that may be used as an emergency restraining device. 

Aaron thought it strange, but he chalked it up to the fact that the victim this time is Vyn’s close friend.

Her arms suddenly freed, Rosa immediately turned in Aaron’s hold, and kissed him with tongue. Another French kiss, as desperate as the one that she forced onto Vyn. 

Like Vyn, Aaron was also stunned into silence–yet only for a brief second, as his training kicked in and he methodically immobilized her, now effectively pinning her wrists behind her back with one hand and holding her shoulder at arm’s length with the other. “Sorry, Rosie,” Aaron muttered. “You’re pretty and all, but I’m happily married.”

Rosa looked even more mortified upon hearing Aaron’s words. “I-it’s not as if I wanted this–” she hissed. “Damn it–” she winced as she rubbed her thighs together in an anguished bid for release.

Aaron could only look at her with pity. “I know, I understand. Don’t worry your pretty head about it. We understand, alright?” Then to Vyn, “Oi, Richter, what’s taking you so long?”

“Yishmir,” Vyn said, his voice oddly trembling. “Tell me, did you manage to document if the drug has any transmissible effects? Symptoms?”

Aaron looked up at him. Vyn was leaning against one of the two supply cabinets, propping himself up with one hand on the cabinet’s glass window while his other hand covered his mouth. Oh shit. “Richter, what’s wrong?!”

“Just answer the question!” Vyn spat out, clearly in agony. “Are the effects of the drug transmissible or not?!”

“N-no,” Aaron muttered, unnerved by how distressed his usually calm and collected colleague was acting. “We did not have a chance to run tests with it, and there were too few samples for us to even conduct a study–shit Richter, are you–?”

“How does it look to you now, damn it!” Vyn now clutched at the edges of the cabinet, his knuckles and the pads of his fingertips now white as sheets of paper with how hard, how desperate he clung to the glass surface. 

Aaron looked at Vyn’s crotch, and sighed. “Well, fuck me sideways. Not you too, Richter.”

Vyn was hard. Painfully so.

“But how–?” Aaron wondered how the usual careful, meticulous psychiatrist caught the drug’s effects. 

Then it hit him.

Shit.

Shit. Shit!

Aaron mentally recounted the currently documented list of symptoms: gross dilation of the pupils, increased production of fluids, and mania.

Increased production of fluids. Including saliva.

“Richter,” he called out, his own voice also shaking–he’s still fine, but he knows he’ll be feeling the effects in a matter of minutes, if his hunch is correct. “It’s transmissible by fluids. Saliva. We’re…” he gulped. “We’re both done in.”

So this is what happened with the agent, and the five men who attended to her.

“Fuck.” Vyn muttered.

It was the usually-elegant doctor’s flat utterance of the word “fuck” that marked the downward spiral of their current situation.

He purposefully strode out of the clinic without telling Aaron where he was going.

“Oi, Richter!” Aaron called out after him, his hands still rendering Rosa immobile on the hospital cot. “Don’t leave us here, damn you!”

After a minute or so the lights in the clinic and the corridor outside dimmed by a few degrees. The humming of the air conditioner had also quieted down. It was still running, but on a lower power setting.

Then Vyn strode back in, his shirt already halfway undone and his belt unclasped. 

He was already starting to undress himself as he walked back to the clinic.

“Shit, Richter, what did you just–” Aaron merely stared at him as Vyn pushed him away from Rosa. He looked on with sheer disbelief as Vyn discarded his shirt, throwing it to the floor.

“I disengaged the main power source to disable the electronic doors. No one can enter the premises to ensure our utmost privacy at the moment,” Vyn muttered as he climbed the cot and knelt between Rosa’s legs, hastily dropping his pants down to his knees. “The fire exit can still be opened from the inside, Yishmir, you can leave the building if you so wish. But I must have relief now.”

“Hahh, oh yes, please, oh–” Rosa moaned, impatiently tugging at her panties. 

Vyn helped her remove it, slipping the scant piece of silk off her ankles to reveal her dripping wet cunt. His cock twitched at the sight, and he slipped in a finger to confirm just how ready she was.

Rosa let out a tantalizing whimper at the feel of Vyn’s probing finger. “Oh god, yes, I–I really want this. You have no idea, Vyn, you have no idea how much I want to jump you…”

“Yes. I know. I know how you stare at me.” Vyn muttered a string of curses under his breath as he pulled his underwear down to his knees, now totally oblivious to the third party in the same room as them. “I want you possess you, to make love to you over and over until the sun rises and still make even more love to you–hahh–yes, fuck,” the psychiatrist hissed aloud as his cock, leaking with precum, plunged easily halfway into Rosa’s hot flesh. “I want you–shit, I want you,” he said, heralding a long winded confession of love, obsession and devotion punctuated by his slow, drawn out thrusts and the resulting sighing of relief from his lady love that came every time his cock plunged into her.

Aaron was rendered speechless by the strange display of Dr. Vyn Richter confessing his love to the woman being rammed by his dick. 

Does the drug have a similar effect as pentothal? The truth serum? Because those are some words. Holy hell, Richter. 

He gulped. He was starting to feel a degree of paresthesia around his loins. Damn it. It’s about to start. The telltale tingling had started to creep up his inner thighs. How am I going to…deal with this? I’m not about to cheat on my wife–

His fingers gripped the edge of the stool that he was sitting on as he watched Vyn–half-kneeling in front of Rosa’s cunt, her legs now draped over his shoulders–rail hard and fast into her in a halfway mating press. The hospital cot now creaked loudly at his every thrust, yet the sound was almost drowned out by their mingled cries and groaning.

“Hhnngh–almost–ahh–!!” Vyn bit his lip as his pounding into her reached a crescendo, until he finally threw his head back and let out a loud, guttural groan as he came inside her. “I love you,” came his whisper as he sat back on his haunches, catching his breath as he looked down at Rosa writhing on the cot, his thick come leaking out of her throbbing sex and dripping onto the white, once-sterile sheets.

“Damn it. It’s not subsiding,” Vyn muttered. “But I need to–hahh–rest…”

“...not enough…” Rosa moaned, teeth gritting. “Oh god, please end this…” She started to silently sob, her suffering seeming to have no end in sight. “I’m sorry, Vyn. I’m sorry for making all this trouble for you…”

Out came the outpouring of heartfelt words once again, no doubt due to the truth serum-like  influence of the drug. 

The psychiatrist touched Rosa’s cheek gently, desperate to help provide her the relief that she needed. “Are you alright with this, Rosa? I–no, we–will assure you that nothing, not even a word of detail regarding this matter will get out.”

Rosa nodded. “I’m sorry, Vyn. I really am.” Her breathing grew labored; her thighs started to rub involuntarily. 

Her orgasm high is wearing off, Vyn realized, and she’ll want more once again… But as painful as it sounded, he was not off his refractory period yet, and he–in the throes of extreme sexual arousal–spent most of his burst of energy into rutting. That was a mistake. I should have kept endurance in mind…

“This is not your fault.” Vyn took one of her hands, planting a kiss on her knuckle. “Remember this. And I love you, that will not change.”

It was now becoming increasingly unbearable for Aaron. He looked down at the tent in his pants. He has never been this hard before, not even for his wife, who he loved so much and truly, sincerely desired sexually. “Richter,” he rasped out. “I–”

“Yes, I know,” Vyn cut in. “I will hate you, despise you for the rest of our professional relationship, Yishmir, but I will go ahead and ask you this, are you willing to help provide my Rosa relief?”

“I don’t really want to cheat on my wife, Richter, but I think I may need to screw your girlfriend. I’m sorry that I just said that. I think we’re in the influence of a truth serum, and I will deck Intelligence for neglecting to mention that tiny bit of detail to me. Perhaps–”

“Try and control the truth serum, Yishmir,” Vyn once again interrupted him. “Either you prattle about, or you give and take relief with my beloved.”

“Aaah shit, I’ll try to shut up now,” Aaron grumbled, rising from his seat. “Rosie, I’ll try to be gentle. I really don’t want to do this to you, because I really love my wife,” he said as he swapped places with Vyn, his pants and underwear already discarded on the floor. “...and because I care for Luke, who actually carries a torch for you, even now–”

“Shut up, Yishmir,” Vyn cut in as he sat himself on the stool that Aaron recently vacated. 

Aaron parts Rosa’s thighs with gentle hands, and takes hold of his now-leaking cock, lining his tip to the entrance of her pussy. Right. Here goes. He slid in easily, Rosa thoroughly lubricated with a mixture of her slick and Vyn’s come. “This feels nice,” he sighed as he sank in, fully hilted.

Rosa’s hips gyrated against his as soon as skin met skin. “Aaah!” she moaned aloud, reaching for her clit to rub herself into another orgasm. Aaron felt good inside her, as much as Vyn’s, but she supposed that it must probably due to the effects of the drug heightening sexual pleasure. “Dr. Yishmir–please, please don’t tell Luke,” she begged as she furiously rubbed her clit. “I don’t want him to know that I’m this…filthy…”

“You’re not,” both Vyn and Aaron said in unison. Both men looked at each other, then Aaron broke the stare to fully focus on the woman he was fucking at the moment. This was Vyn’s girl, and he was fucking her in front of him, all the while agonizing about cheating on his wife. Everything is so messed up, Aaron thought as he reached down to grope Rosa’s breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples the way his wife wanted. And, much like his wife, Rosa moaned aloud at the pleasure her all-too-sensitive nipples were subjected to. “Ah…don’t stop, please…” she gasped.

Then it hit him, I can just fuck her the way I would my wife. That should make things better, right?

He chuckled darkly, absorbed in his own thoughts as his hips thrust steadily in piston-like movements. Of course not, but I’ll fuck her that way. “Rosie,” he began, “if you’re tired of raising your legs like that, wanna do the doggie style?”

To his surprise, Rosa didn’t reply but instead shifted on the bed to go on all fours. “Like this?” she asked, her ass raised towards Aaron.

Vyn gasped at the sight, and his cock had started to stiffen.

“Yes, Rosie, just like that,” he said with that friendly tone of his, as if he wasn’t rubbing his cock against her cunt and fucking her with his wife in mind. “That’s a good girl.” He resumed his thrusting, taking his time and taking care to consider Rosa’s own climax. “How does that feel? Hmm?”

“S-so good,” Rosa almost wept. The position let Aaron sink his cock even deeper into her cunt and it just felt all too glorious. “So good,” she repeated, as one of her hands slid to her breast, tweaking her nipple; her other hand supported herself by grabbing onto the metal frame that served as a headboard.

“Let me help you with that,” Aaron whispers as he bends over slightly to grab both of her breasts from behind. His hands massage her full heft, letting the rough skin of his palms rub against her nipples. “Feels good, yeah? My wife likes that. Gets her going crazy…”

Rosa lets out a strangled laugh, hanging onto the headboard now with both hands as Aaron pounded into her in a steady, slow yet delicious rhythm. “She must be really happy with you–ahh!” she exclaimed as the field doctor tweaked both of her sensitive nubs with his fingers. 

“Yeah. And I’m determined to make her stay that way…”

The small conversation died down soon after, and for the next few moments nothing else could be heard except the creaking of the hospital cot, and Rosa’s sighs and moans.

Vyn couldn’t take it anymore. “Rosa, I–” he dug his fingers deep in his thighs, feeling a little terrible for what he was about to ask her. He would have left this request un-asked, but the pentothal was still swimming in his bloodstream and he blurted out, “Will you go down on me, Rosa?”

“Huh?” She turned towards him, her eyes unfocused as the incessant pummeling from behind her making her dazed and confused. Vyn stood by her bedside, his cock at full mast near her face; she looked up at him, and could see that his request pained him. She gave him a small reassuring smile as she leaned a little to the side, taking in his erection through her lips.

“Nnnhh–yes, thank you,” Vyn hissed as he looked down at her doing her best to suck him; at their states of heightened sensitivity and arousal all Rosa needed to do was to put him in her hot, wet mouth, and his pleasure could build up from there. Yet her sucking, and the way her tongue swirled around his tip–at the back of Vyn’s mind a choir of angels sang the chorus of Handel’s Messiah and he was sent almost weeping in sheer pleasure.

“She’s that good?” Aaron asked, his thrusts not missing a beat. “Ah. I’d like to try that, if Rosie is up to it…” It was not something one would ask a woman, but–again, the drug took off any and all semblance of inhibition and Aaron just blurted out the first thing that came into his mind after seeing Vyn’s face in rapture.

Vyn came down from his high a bit, just enough to deliver a snarky “Whatever happened to not cheating on your wife?”

“Are you actually asking me that, Richter, while I’m fucking her already?” Aaron pulled back far enough to just leave his tip inside her pussy, then thrust into her in such force that sent Rosa moaning, “Ah! That–that hit the spot…”

Vyn was about to deliver another retort when Rosa, actually noticing the somewhat awkward mood, tried to take in more of Vyn’s length in a beginner’s attempt to deep throat. Vyn wordlessly gasped as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. I will most probably never feel something like this again, came his regretful thought. “Gods, Rosa, you are…” his breathing now came shallower, faster. “You are wonderful.”

“Mmph,” was the only sound that came from her, and she continued doing her best to suck him, her hand now cradling his balls, letting them warm in her palm.

“Hahh–enough.” Vyn’s voice shuddered with need, yet he gently–regretfully–pulled out of her mouth. “Yishmir, time to swap.”

Aaron blinked at this. “What, now?” He was already almost, almost there…

“Yes, now. Get off.”

The field doctor grumbled a little at this and pulled out of Rosa’s cunt. “Hell. Fine,” he muttered as he climbed off the hospital cot. 

This time, it is Vyn lying down on the cot. “Try to ride me, love?” He beckoned towards her, gently nudging her into straddling his hips. “Do you want to try this?”

“I’m down for anything at this point, Vyn,” Rosa sighed as she gently grasped his cock and aligned it to her entrance. “Oh god–it’s not fading yet–”

“Then let us enjoy it while it lasts,” Vyn licks his lips as he looks up at Rosa, her pussy lips slowly descending on his cockhead. “Hahh–yess–that’s…”

Rosa easily takes in his full length–and it was a considerable length–and once their hips met she let out a loud moan. “Ahhn, Vyn~” Her sighing of need came long and drawn out, and it was music not only to Vyn’s but also Aaron’s ears. She then started moving, pleasuring herself with the cock heavily aroused for her.

“Dr. Yishmir,” Rosa took hold of Aaron’s dick in her hand, and attempted to perform a handjob, but she was a bit inexperienced–Aaron prised her fingers off his cock, smiling.

“Want to try anal?” Aaron asked. Then, inwardly. Fucking hell. Did I really ask Richter’s girlfriend if she wanted to do anal. In front of him. I will seriously deck Intelligence and lobby for their paycut. He broke out in cold sweat. Jesus. Whatever drug this is, it’s a hell of a thing.

“Yishmir,” Vyn’s voice came sharp. “What the fuck are you–”

“Vyn,” Rosa leaned down to give him a deep kiss. “T-that’s fine,” she murmured. “I…it may probably help me…”

Vyn wasn’t convinced. “You may get hurt, if not prepared properly. And,” his eyes lost a degree of their luster. “Do you really want to?”

“I’m sorry, Vyn,” Rosa murmured against his neck. “It’s just–everything is hot and–”

“Hahh–fine–” he relented. Then to Aaron, “Yishmir. If you hurt my Rosa, even only once.” The glacial quality of his voice reached absolute zero. “There will be hell to pay. Remember this, Yishmir. I do not renege on my threats. Never. I will skin, flay you alive and stake your head outside your agency’s headquarters for all to see.” His arms then protectively coiled around Rosa, who, in turn clung to his neck. 

Rosa cringed. “Was that at all necessary, Vyn? I can take care of myself, I can just say no…”

“It was the drug that made me talk like that,” Vyn said flatly. “Well, Yishmir?”

“Yeaah, you can talk like that but threats don’t keep drug-induced horniness away, Richter.” Then to Rosa, “Let me know if it hurts.” He slathers his fingers with his saliva–the slight increased production making the deed easier–and slowly prodded a dripping wet fingertip against her pert ring of muscle. “Ready?”

“Yes, just do it,” Rosa said, voice slightly shaken. “Just–ah–” she gasped, the finger sliding into her ass with relative ease due to lubrication. “Oh god. That already feels…nice?”

“Oh, it does?” Aaron asked, slightly delighted. “Well then, let’s try adding one more…” he added a second one, his index finger this time around. “Does this hurt?”

Rosa gritted her teeth. “It feels…strange, but…hahh–” she closed her eyes and gripped at Vyn’s neck tightly as Aaron started to slowly thrust his fingers inside her ass. “Oh shit…”

“Are you hurt, beloved?” Vyn asked, who all this time had stopped moving to help Rosa acclimatize. “Tell me–”

“No!” Rosa exclaimed, yet her voice shuddered a little. “It...it takes getting used to. But–damn–it’s–I don’t know, I’m confused,” she moaned. “But I like it…”

“Aha, famous words of a lot of those who are beginners to anal, I’m sure,” Aaron remarked. “My wife said a similar thing. Took her a week to understand that yes, she actually really likes it. Now she keeps on asking me for–”

“Stop blathering and screw her already, Yishmir,” Vyn blurts out from underneath. “Well?”

“I’m still inserting the third finger inside, Richter, have patience,” said Aaron murmured, his attention focused into slipping in a third finger inside Rosa’s ass. “There,” he said, all three fingers fully hilted to the knuckle. He did not move them yet, instead asking Rosa, “Well, Rosie? How do you feel?”

Rosa’s breathing became slightly labored, and sweat dripped down her brow. “It doesn’t hurt, but it does feel strange…” she swallowed nervous spit. “But if you move it feels…oh god, yes!” she exclaimed as Aaron’s fingers started to move, his eyes never leaving her face to watch for signs of any discomfort.

“Do you like it?” the field doctor asked.

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to go ahead and put it in?”

“Nngh–yes, please,” Rosa pleaded.

“Alright then. Richter, just make room for a bit, yes thank you,” Aaron murmured as he slotted himself in between their legs. “I’ll be putting it in now,” he said as he pulled his fingers out and replaced it with his cock, the head slowly nudging its way in between the now stretched-out ring of muscle. “Easy does it,” he whispers softly. “Damn, this reminds me of the time when we were still young and I was afraid I would hurt my wife whenever we go anal, now she’s–”

“Fuck, Yishmir, stop blathering and just start fucking,” Vyn once again interrupted Aaron’s ill-timed truth serum-induced reverie. 

“You know what, Richter, next time I will dose your water with pentothal and I will show how much of a potty mouth you really are when you lack inhibition.” Aaron said, still thrusting slowly into Rosa. “Will make for a good joke down at the Agency.”

“Please stop fighting,” Rosa moaned. “Ahh–it’s distracting–”

“Hahh, there we go, Rosie,” Aaron said, his cock finally bottoming out inside her ass. “How is it?”

“I don’t know until you move,” Rosa once again clung to Vyn by his neck; Vyn, who planted an encouraging kiss on the top of her head. “Ah, shit…!”

Aaron started moving, slowly at first. “Yeah, shit. That’s…this feels really great,” he said as he closed his eyes to fully relish the sensation. “And–haha, can’t believe I’m going to ask this but…Richter,” he opened his eyes to leer down at Vyn, whose face was now a few shades of red, betraying how good he himself felt. “It’s good for you too, right?”

“Fucking hell,” Vyn muttered. He wasn’t moving ever since Aaron initiated the double penetration, but Aaron was right; he could feel it whenever the other doctor moved inside Rosa through her inner walls. “I have to admit that yes, it does.” Vyn stopped caring about the pentothal taking away his ability to filter his responses; everything can be dealt with in a proper debriefing, But that was for later.

Now was a time for utterly debauched pleasure.

Only Aaron moved for now; Rosa needed time to acclimatize and there was no need to hurry. Vyn did not need to move to get the friction he needed for release; his breath came in fast, punctuated with small moans as Aaron’s cock thrust inside Rosa, indirectly giving him pleasure through her inner walls.

Rosa, in turn sought out Vyn’s lips and kissed him deeply as Aaron fucked her from behind.

Soon enough Rosa gradually became a weeping mess between the two men. “I…I want to come,” she moaned, slipping a hand between her and Vyn to start rubbing her clit. “I–oh god–”

“Feeling really good this time, Rosie?” Aaron laughs softly, his hands now gripping her by the waist and picking up his pace, slightly. “Is this okay with you?”

Rosa could only nod. Then she returned to kissing Vyn, who now started to move, slowly.

“...ahh!!” Rosa cried out as both men started to move inside her. “W-what the…”

“Does it hurt?” came Vyn’s worried question, yet his voice shuddered with utter pleasure. “Tell me.”

Rosa shook her head. “No! Go on, please…”

Aaron smiled wryly at this. “Oh boy. Your girlfriend is going to come off this experience just a little bit depraved, Richter,” he said as he kept on thrusting into her ass.

“Are you insulting her, Yishmir, because–”

“No, no! Christ,” Aaron cut off Vyn’s declaration of murder. “I meant it in a sexy way.”

In the midst of their bickering Rosa only focused on reaching her climax; her fingers pushed her further and further into the brink. Slowly the tension on her clit–sandwiched by the utterly shameless pleasure brought about by the two doctors fucking her at the same time–built up, pleasure upon pleasure, until she finally pulls Vyn’s face towards hers, kissing him full on the lips as she spasmed all around his cock, her cries lost in his ravenous kisses.

“Ah, young love,” Aaron remarked at the display below him, then proceeded to fuck Rosa senseless until he pulled out, spraying his seed all over her derriere.

And Vyn, who had been fighting his hardest not to come, finally let himself go and came inside his newly-minted lover, the second time in that single night.

==

Outside the NXX Headquarters, by the entrance to Vyn’s garden.

A flash of light flickered for a few seconds as Aaron lit a cigarette. 

He took a long drag, deep in thought.

The drug had already metabolized and dissipated from their system; Rosa was already sound asleep, carried off to Vyn’s bedroom for a more comfortable slumber.

And now the two doctors stood outside, waiting for the sunrise.

Aaron held out his case of cigarettes towards the psychiatrist. “Want one?”

“I do not smoke, Yishmir,” came Vyn’s reply, but took a stick anyway. “But I was introduced to the practice back home, only with cigars,” he mumbled with the cigarette, filter-end, between his lips. With a flick of his wrist he lit up the lighter, taking a deep drag of the cigarette and expelling the smoke into the dewy morning air.

“Those are too many words for ‘I don’t usually smoke but I feel like it now’, Richter.”

“Fuck off,” came Vyn’s irritated retort.

“Are you sure you’re off the drug? You’re still such a potty mouth. Wait till I tell the girls back at the agency how their idol Dr. Vyn Richter isn’t so elegant like how they say all the time,” Aaron went on. “Elegant and cool Dr. Richter,” they’d say. “Oooh, why don’t we recruit him for NSB?” 

Aaron’s jeering went ignored, the two men smoking silently as each of them collected their own thoughts. 

“You know, that drug is a hell of a thing,” Aaron said. “I have a hunch that it’s one of those experimental attempts at a more advanced truth serum, only to have hilarious side effects.” He took another drag of his cigarette, amused. “I’ll compile a thorough report about this and have Intelligence knocked down a few pegs.”

“Wonderful. So, you mean to say your indiscretions will be immortalized and put in official records, for other agents’ reference?” Vyn said, coolly.

“Uh. Good point.”

A companionable silence descended upon them, at some point even silently going for another round of cigarettes.

Until Vyn broke the silence. “Do you want to be debriefed?” He asked as he dropped the spent cigarette stub to the ground, crushing it with his heel. 

“What, you mean CISD*?” Aaron snorted. “Nah, I just want to put this out of my mind as quickly as possible. I don’t want to feel and act guilty around my wife, you see.”

“Yes. Even during that situation and under the drug’s influence all you could talk about was your wife.” Vyn said dryly. “And your sexual milestones with her.”

Aaron laughed at this. “Well yeah. I wasn’t kidding when I said I love her.” Then he sobered up. “I’d rather have a stiff drink instead. Or a dozen.”

“That is the debriefing I have in mind, actually,” Vyn said, his sights trained towards the far horizon above the nearby cityscape of the CBD. A milky-orange light had started to spill into the sky. “There is a bar that I sometimes frequent. Do you want to come along with me?”

“What?” Aaron looked at Vyn, slightly surprised. “That den of thieves and traffickers?” He grinned. “Count me in!”

“I did not know I was a well-known patron of that place, but yes, I meant that bar.”

“Great. Good to know you have a good head on your shoulders, Richter,” Aaron said as he clapped Vyn’s shoulder. “Just tell me when we’ll go.”

Vyn merely looked at him with his empty gaze devoid of warmth. “Good. Because I need to remind myself that I should not stick a knife to your kidneys the very next moment you show your back to me.”

*CISD - Critical Incident Stress Debriefing

[kyywtii]

Tears Of Themis boys as ||𝙿𝙾𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽||

𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐

This close to become a criminal instead

Is so done with whatever bs is going on

" Officer Wing, we require your assistance in the north east side of the town, apperenly, an old woman reported her dog went missing 2 days ago and claims someone might have kidnapped him"

"?????"

Poor man was in disbelief

Ended up going to check though

I mean, was forced to go and check-

Spoiler: there was no old lady.

"Wait, wing, if she's not here, maybe she lives around-"

"Around WHERE ?"

"I mean, she called from around here so-"

"She didn't call from around here, she SENT US here."

"The last time she saw her dog was here, wing !"

"He was with her when she went home !"

....

"...Boss is calling"

Second spoiler : the dog didn't get kidnapped, he was just left at a pet hotel as the lady went to visit her daughter but couldn't take him with her.

"..........."

"Well... Atleast there's no dog traffic happening-"

"I want a raise."

Paperwork man

But also car chase man

Likes the fact he can't get arrested for driving this fast

(And dangerously)

"Car speed go UP-"

𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎

Best policeman to ever exist

Takes his job SO SERIOUSLY

Even helping elders cross roads is an exciting experience for him

Him ? Complain ? N E V E R

Want him to put in extra hours ? Unpaid ? No problem

Last minute transfer ? It's alright

Night shifts for a whole month ? Your wish is my command

"Officers, we need a man for-"

"Sir ! Can I go, Sir!"

"A burglary has been reported 2 streets from here !"

"Sir ! I'm currently available and trained !"

"Can someone please water the plants outside ? They're dying drying"

"On it ! Immediately !"

He just really enjoys his job, it's his passion

Him and Artem are the only ones who truly deserve to be called Policemen in all honesty-

He cried the day he got his badge actually

Please never ask him for strings pulling, cuz he won't help

Won't even consider it

"We live in a society ! And that is not how society works !!"

"Your hardwork is what you should rely on, not me or anyone else !"

"Make a name for yourself with your own hands !!"

And such, and such...

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚅𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗

Honestly, no one knows if he's "with" the law or against it.

Lowkey has his own traffic code.

Stops almost everybody, no specific type of people. No one is safe.

"Why hello, may I ask for your papers ?"

"Uhm, sure sure, here... Did I do anything wrong sir ?"

"We'll get there... Oh, I see here you're a doctor ?"

"I am, I am"

"Oh my, good thing I stopped you, I so happen to need a doctor's advice for a personal matter. Mind sharing a contact ?"

"I don't mind giving you my number, sir..."

"We'll then, perfect. Have a nice day."

"Is that it ? Can I go ?"

"Yes, yes."

He also needed a butcher's advice for personal matters

And a taxi driver's too, apperently.

The man sometimes stops people and asks them to drive him to a certain place.

"Oh hello, I see you're going north, perfect, cuz i'm too ! Mind dropping me at the mall ?"

He knows his colleagues would notice him if he uses his own car

(Not like it ever happened before or anything)

Modern problems require modern solutions

𝚅𝚢𝚗 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛

I wonder how he didn't lose his job yet

Actually

I don't even know how he ended up doing this job in the first place

The only man to recieve threats to get fired from his superiors on a daily basis

He's so salty for no reason-

"Richter, we need you around the main avenue. "

"The main avenue? That's not my area."

"I know. But there's a festival preparing and we need more men."

"Hmm, why not send someone more fond of this kind of work"

"Richter, are you questionning my choice of man for this ?"

"I indeed am-"

"OFFICER VYN RICHTER."

Literally does not learn.

Literally does not stop.

"Richter, you and Felkin will patrol together the south area."

"Patroling the south area is kind of useless"

"Are you doubting the thinking behind my order, Richter ?"

"I'm not certain there was any thinking in the first place, but sure"

"........"

He always intends on doing what he's told to do from the beginning (not like he has any choice)

He just wants to piss his superiors off (what a silly goofy man)

The only thing he'll never do is come before 11 though.

[sondepoch]

One Night (Marius x Reader)

Teaching a Billionaire to Touch Grass (And a Minimum Wage Worker to Treat Herself)

Marius clicks his tongue in annoyance, both at you and the cars around him. Why are there so many people on the road at 2:38 in the morning? Why did the GPS's projected time to get to your home just double? Why is the universe out to get him today, on the one night Marius thought he could catch a break?

“Okay,” he seethes, drumming his fingers on the wheel as the traffic around him grows impossible slower. He doesn’t look at you as he speaks. “We’re going to talk about how inappropriate this was.”

“I—I’m really sorry, Sir, I—”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” Maybe he is, actually. Marius is too pissed to be sure. “What I want to know is why you thought it was okay to call me, of all people.”

MASTERLIST

The car is silent. 

As Marius gets inside, he thinks that this might be the first time he’s not opening the passenger door seat for a lady partner, the first time he’s allowed himself to stalk straight into the driver's seat and angrily wait for his passenger to enter on their own.

Actually, he thinks, this is also the first time in years that he's actually driving. The first time someone managed to call for him so late that even his chauffeur was off-duty.

“I’m really sorry about this, Sir,” you mumble as you climb into the seat next to him, apologies never halting as you ramble on and on and on like an idiot who can't read a room. “I, ah, didn’t think this would happen, I'm so…”

Marius ignores you.

He glances out the passenger window and catches Darius Morgan’s equally-annoyed gaze. Seriously? the man seems to be asking, an unimpressed look crossed over his face as he eyes you through the car window. I don’t fucking know, Marius’s gaze says back, and he shakes his head the slightest as he starts the car.

“What’s your address?” he asks, interrupting your apologies. Propriety should make him feel somewhat embarrassed over the way he's acting,  but he can’t bring himself to be even a little polite right now.

“It’s by the Harbor. Um, if you go straight on Main Street and turn right at the—”

“Forget it,” Marius interrupts you. He taps the small car screen on his right, opening up the GPS interface. “Just type it in. I’ll drop you off.”

Your face falls at his irate voice, but you wisely don't comment on it, instead typing in your address as he asked. He watches you cautiously the whole time, for once not caring about the performance anxiety his gaze naturally brings to everyone he looks at. To your merit, you don't mess up anymore than you already have, deft fingers moving with the preciseness he’s used to seeing from you, but the skill can hardly impress him after you called him to pick you up from here, of all places. As the GPS routing sequence activates, Marius lets out an annoyed huff. This is not where he wanted to be right now.

Then, the car hums to life as he presses down on the accelerator, and he’s speeding in the direction of your home, trying to abandon his anger with the jailhouse the two of you are leaving.

I should be at home right now, he thinks as he moves onto the highway. He thinks about how long it had taken for him to coordinate this night off from Vyn’s tutoring sessions, Pax’s board meetings, his schoolwork, and the NXX’s meetings. I should be sleeping, or painting, or calling Rosa, or—

“Fuck,” he mutters when traffic begins to slow down. 

He’s in a traffic jam.

So much for sleeping. And painting. And calling Rosa. 

He clicks his tongue in annoyance, both at you and the cars around him. Why are there so many people on the road at—Marius glances at the car’s dashboard—2:38 in the morning? Why did the GPS's projected time to get to your home just double? Why is the universe out to get him today, on the one night Marius thought he could catch a break?

“Okay,” he seethes, drumming his fingers on the wheel as the traffic around him grows impossible slower. He doesn’t look at you as he speaks. “We’re going to talk about how inappropriate this was.”

“I—I’m really sorry, Sir, I—”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” Maybe he is, actually. Marius is too pissed to be sure. “What I want to know is why you thought it was okay to call me, of all people.”

He keeps his glare fixated on the road, knowing that if he shoots you with the same thunderous look he uses to fire people, you’ll probably be too terrified to speak. Still, when you finally start talking, he can sense the fear in your voice.

His grip on the steering wheel softens the slightest.

“I, ah, initially was planning on calling Mr. Vincent. But he—”

“Really?” Marius snaps. “You’re his assistant, right?” Marius thinks back to all the times he stalked into Pax Headquarters only to see Vincent there with his morning coffee in hand and you, always three feet behind, holding Vincent’s work files. The Board of Directors criticized Marius for allowing his assistant to have an assistant, but never did he imagine you to be so…

Incompetent, he wants to say. Foolish might be a better word for it, though.

“Ah, yes. His administrative assistant.”

“And you want me to believe,” Marius huffs, “That the first person you wanted to call to bail you out of jail was the man you’re an administrative assistant to?”

Traffic gets ever slower, and Marius’s car rolls to a complete stop.

“Yes,” you whisper, and you start wringing your fingers in a manner so sheepish that Marius almost wants to believe you. Almost. “I, ah, was going to call him first. But then I remembered that his vacation started last night and that he’s already left Stellis. So I figured that if I called him, he’d just call you, so I…”

He wouldn’t call me, Marius thinks. Vincent is smart enough to find someone else to pick you up from jail. Regular people don’t ask these kinds of favors from their boss. Especially not from their boss's boss.

“Do you know that people usually ask their friends for these things?” Marius asks. Some of his anger seeps away when he realizes how apologetic you actually are, and he moves forward in traffic the slightest. “Or family, perhaps. What you did was…” Marius tries to find a kinder word than completely inappropriate. “Was highly unusual.” He sighs. “Why didn’t you ask someone else?”

He stares at you through the corner of his eye. You’re pursing your lips, holding back tears. Again, his gaze softens.

“I don't have anyone else,” you whisper.

Marius thinks it’s strange for you to imply that you even have him, especially when he’s nothing more to you than a high-level corporate executive, one that you’ve never spoken directly to in your entire life, but he doesn’t press you any further.

Releasing the final remnants of his anger in a soft sigh, he switches lanes and decides to pull into the nearest exit.

“Darius said you were in that cell since yesterday afternoon. You haven’t had dinner yet, right?”

“No, but…”

“This traffic isn’t going anywhere. We may as well get you something to eat.”

He exits easily, pulling into a district of Stellis that he’s never been in before, and ignores your quiet sniffle. 

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Earlier, he was ignoring you out of spite. Now, he doesn’t respond because he wants to preserve your dignity.

As he focuses his attention on the district he's pulled to, ignoring the GPS which vehemently opposes everything he's doing, Marius realizes that he's pulled into a rather poor sector of Stellis. It’s filled with unhealthy fast food joints, late-night drunkards, and a bunch of loiterers who are eyeing his high-end car suspiciously.

After driving around and surveying the options, Marius sighs. 

“The only places open are these fast-food restaurants,” he says, cleanly leaving out the option of getting food from a club or anywhere else a tabloid might be able to snap a picture. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah!” you chirp, and Marius finds that your smile is oddly sweet. “Ah, would you be okay with that one over there? I go there a lot, and their food is...better than other fast food places.” 

Marius squints at you for a moment. He tries to recall your salary, and when he fails, he thinks of Vincent’s. Surely, you make a similar wage? You shouldn’t need to frequent fast-food restaurants like this, right?

Shaking his head, he decides not to ask about it. Things like where you eat are your business, not his, and it’s not his place to question you on your personal decisions.

He pulls up to the drive-through, somewhat relieved to find that the dine-in option isn’t even available at this hour, and lets you order whatever you want. You end up taking a meager meal, one that Marius doubts will actually fill your stomach when he can hear it growling so loudly, so when you turn to him and ask what he’ll get, he orders some fries in hopes that he can hand them off to you in case you’re still hungry. 

Minutes later, the two of you are parked on the side of the road with your respective meals in your laps. Only once you’ve finished (and after Marius is starting to pawn his fries off to you, finding that they’re rather unappealing to his pallette) does he think it’s appropriate to actually breach the subject of why you were tossed in jail.

“So,” he drawls, listening to the cool hum of the air conditioner. “Drugs, huh?”

He hears you choke on a fry.

“Th-they weren’t mine!” you blurt. “Honest, Sir, they—”

“Relax,” he says, eyes flitting down. “I’m not going to have you fired over this. Vincent wouldn’t want that. If anything, the court will decide.”

You relax a little at that, but Marius can sense that you’re still on edge.

“I...appreciate that a lot, Sir. But, really, the drugs weren’t mine. I—I’m sure there’s video evidence to prove that. I was just coming home from work when a kid told me to hold onto this bag, and—”

Marius lifts an eyebrow. He may be out of touch with the realities of the common class, but even he knows how ridiculous your story is.

“I didn’t take it, though! He handed it to me and I put it on the ground! But...but an officer saw me put it on the ground and assumed it was mine...and then...you know what happened.”

Marius sighs. You've always been a good, low-profile worker. He has no reason to believe that you'd get involved with anything bad: but he can't help but doubt you. When he next speaks, his voice is laced with hesitance. “Is there anything to prove your innocence? Pax can help get you a good lawyer, but without evidence, it’ll—”

“There is!” Your eyes are too determined to be anything other than sincere. “Or, ah, there should be. It happened right outside my apartment. I’m sure someone there has surveillance footage of what happened.”

Marius ignores the quiet “hopefully” you add to the end of that. 

“Alright,” he says, deciding that it’s not his place to decide whether or not he believes your story. “Tell me how you got my private number, then. Pax employees shouldn’t have access to that information.”

“Oh, ah…”

Your gaze turns sheepish. Marius grows even more interested in your response.

“Mr. Vincent had it written down a couple months ago. I accidentally saw it. I tried to forget, but…”

You seem to be kicking yourself over the blunder, but Marius is impressed. A mind that can remember something months after having seen it only once is a valuable thing, he thinks. It’s a waste for someone with your brain to be working as a mere assistant’s assistant.

“I’m really—”

“It’s okay,” Marius says. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m...not mad at you.”

And somehow, he really isn’t angry anymore.

The two of you finish your meal soon enough, Marius having successfully pressed his fries into your hands. It seems that you really are hungry because you down those in a manner of minutes, and the man almost regrets not having ordered more when he hears your stomach still grumbling beneath the hum of the car as he returns to the highway.

As Marius lets the GPS guide him back onto Stellis’s most frequented roads, he’s pleasantly surprised to find that all traffic is gone. He speeds down the road with a renewed vigor, somehow sidestepping the usual sleepiness that overcomes him during these kinds of drives with your idle commentary of the road, little mentions of “I once saw a turtle here” and “there used to be four lanes here, but they changed it to five” and “this mile-post had the wrong number on it for years before I reported it and highway patrol got it changed.”

If anything, there’s a faint smile on his face when he finally pulls off the freeway, almost amused by your quiet chit-chat. 

“Is this the right neighborhood?” Marius asks as he pulls into one of Stellis’s residential districts. 

“Yeah, it’s just a little further down.” You gather your purse in your lap and thank Marius for the umpteenth time.

“It's okay,” he says, slowing down. The apartments are looking poorer, now, dingier, but he tries not to let that show on his face. “Is it here?”

“Right at the end of the street,” you say, and with only a mildly concerned look on his face, Marius drives you further down the road.

His eyebrows furrow as he realizes what kind of neighborhood you live in, and he wonders if your wage truly is so poor that you have to live here, of all places. The apartment complexes here are unrenovated, a disappointing amount of them sporting broken glass or graffiti on them. Litter covers the grounds, and even in the thick, 3-AM darkness, Marius can make out hundreds of beer cans scattered across the lawns. Bushes are either dying or overgrown, and there are cigarette butts everywhere. 

Marius realizes that between his suit, his car, and his three earrings, he might have more money on him than everyone who lives here combined.

“Which...which of these apartments is yours?”

He looks around warily, quietly hoping that you’ll say it’s none of them.

“Ah, it’s the first window on the second floor of that…” you trail off as your pointer finger lands on an apartment where all lights are lit—and three masked figures stand illuminated, clearly ransacking your house.

“Oh my god,” Marius blurts, already getting his phone out. “You’re getting robbed, what the—”

“No, no!” You’re quick to place a hand on Marius’s arm before he can dial Emergency Services. “Those are, ah, just the neighborhood boys. They...they do bad things, but they’re good kids. Don’t worry. I’ll chase them out in no time, you don’t have to—”

“Are you serious?” Marius asks, dumbfounded. “This—how can you go back to a home like that? You could die, or—or—”

“Sir,” you say, looking him in the eyes with more seriousness than he’s seen from you this entire night. “With all due respect, this is the best I can afford.”

Marius falls silent at that.

You open the door silently, casting your eyes down. “Thank you again for everything,” you murmur. “I...I really appreciate it. I’ll do my best to make sure it never happens again.”

But then, Marius thinks about the weak story you gave to him earlier, where you claimed that someone handed you drugs and then left you with them, and he wonders whether it might have actually been true. Whether this neighborhood, with its burglars and alcoholism and litter, could actually present you with that reality. Whether something like that may happen again to you, or, worse, Marius thinks as he glances back into your apartment at the three masked robbers, if you could actually get hurt.

Against all better judgment, his arm snaps out. He grips your wrist instantly, not thinking about propriety or class divisions or economic status or anything other than you, one of his company’s employees, and your safety.

“Don’t go there,” he blurts. When he realizes that you’re not tearing your arm free of him, he speaks again. “At least, not while they’re there. I’ll come back here with you tomorrow to make sure you can return in a safe environment, and—”

“Sir, I can’t just get a hotel or—”

“I have two guest bedrooms. You can take your pick. Just—ah—” Marius glances out the window at the poor neighborhood you live in, and he winces. “I can’t let you go home to this. Not...not while there are robbers in your house. Please understand.”

“This...this kind of problem doesn’t just go away,” you mumble, but Marius relaxes when he sees your grip on the door loosen. “And besides, it really wouldn’t be appropriate for me to stay in your apartment.”

“Most people wouldn’t call it appropriate to call your company’s CEO to bail you out of jail,” Marius jokes, but the humor of it is lost on you.

“I…”

Your face falls.

“A—that was a joke,” Marius stutters. “I was joking.”

“Right.”

The atmosphere of the car goes awkward, made even worse by the GPS’s automated reminder that your destination is on the left, but the more Marius looks out his window, the more he decides that he can’t possibly let you return to this apartment. He’ll give you a raise if he has to, but this is something no one should be subject to.

“Alright,” you finally relent after Marius makes it clear that he won’t speak unless it’s to plead with you more. “Just for one night.”

“Just for one night,” Marius agrees, already planning how he can make sure that you have a better home to return to than this one for all future nights to come.

[actualbird]

Aaaaa I love your headcanons so much! Weird kid rep from the nxx boys!! I don't know how you come up with all these specific scenarios and make them work but I fear you for it.

Luke having increasingly wild stories surrounding him is great but what if one of them just so happens to come true after he joins nsb.

Random classmate: Haha remember when we thought you'd threatened to beat up a guy who threatened mc and leave him to die those were the good days.

Luke, laughing very nervously: Yeah haha I don't know how you came up with them (Don't talk about Nosta don't talk about Nosta don't talk about-)

So I don't know how it is in other countries or schools but in my school when someone was getting bullied they'd use one of those moral education periods to lecture the entire class. Artem's classes probably all had the bullying talks and it was almost entirely undeserved because there wasn't a bullying problem at all chcgiif his poor classmates those talks were painful to hear when there was a problem, imagine how much worse it would be when it isn't. I do like to think maybe the talk spurs the cliques to be more vigilant against that kind of stuff because bullying in cliques can be so subtle and hard to see when you see the bully as a friend. The talk did help cut down on bullying, even if the one it was supposed to help had never been bullied at all dgdjgchk.

GIANN AND HIS COOL ADULT VIBES XGKDTIDIG some of the kids stop picking on Marius because they don't want his Cool Adult brother to not like them :( Marius threatens to tell Giann on them and it has the same effect as threatening to tell the class's favourite teacher. Disappointment from a respected adult hurts.

Vyn's pickle jar dgkxjgdig tiny Vyn Richter violently shaking voodoo dolls of his classmates around yknow what whatever relieves stress. What if he stops doing it as often as an adult but the urge still comes up. Nxx pokes fun at his sleeping habits during sotn and Vyn takes a deep breath and pulls out a pickle jar.

🌌

irt each nxx boy is Not Like The Other Kids in elementary-middle school for diff reasons

gmorning, milkyway!! and kJBKJSFKGJSK how i do it is that i have a brain that never shuts off except when i actually need to write, it's a blessing and a curse

on luke

GOD, UR RIGHT, the wild childhood rumors about luke eventually do come true one way or another. theres lost gold and in his RRG card he DEADASS BEAT UP TWO PEOPLE WHO MADE MC CRY, those dudes were LIMPING.

random classmate, pointing at scraggly long scar on his arm: woah, whered you get that? did you actually fight bears on the weekends? haha

luke, who got that scar during wilderness training where he was dropped into a remote forest with close to no equipment and told to hold out for a week and he did have to fight off a bear that found his shelter and THATS LEGIT WHERE HE GOT HIS SCAR: uh. i had a. really bad blender accident

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on artem

WE HAD STUFF LIKE THAT AT OUR SCHOOL!!! IT IS EXCRUCIATING!!! i had an experience where we had a bullying talk that had a section that was "How to tell if your classmate is being bullied and not talking about it" and then the speaker basically described everything about how i presented myself. always in a jacket/hoodie, quiet, keeps to themself, mostly seen alone, startled at sudden movements. several classmates immediately thought i was being bullied and i kept saying "IM JUST A NERVOUS AND INTROVERTED PERSON" but they didnt listen and one girl felt so bad she gave me MONEY. i dont frigging know why, she had good intentions, im sure, but what those intentions were are lost to me. usually i'd never say no to free cash but this was so unwarranted that i kept returning it but she kept giving it back so i had to wait til she left and then i slipped the money back into her bag

anyway everything in the above bulletpoint happened to artem. it was....it sure was Something

-

on marius

SCREAMMMM!!! i think marius is 50% glad giann is so cool bc yep, all he has to do is threaten to put in a bad word to giann and everybody behaves and stops picking on marius

but marius is also 50% annoyed that giann is so cool because stuff like this happens

classmate: uhhhh, hey, marius! so um.

marius: yeah?

classmate: ur older brother, giann...

marius: uh huh?

classmate: .......is he single?

marius: KJSBFGJ?? HES FUCKING 24 YEARS OLD AND YOU ARE A TEENAGER, HOLY SHIT???

classmate: SHUT UP, ANSWER THE QUESTION

marius: HES NOT SINGLE, U WEIRDO!!!

marius doesnt tell this to giann because NO!! NO!!!!! but he does tell giann to like......tone down the coolness?? if thats POSSIBLE???

(it's not. giann's on magazines bc hes a handsome rising star. nothing is gonna make him uncool)

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on vyn

i am Losing My Mind. he has a jar on the desk in his study. it is not filled with anything.

but when the others get on his nerves, he grabs it and shakes it vigorously anyway

even if theres no nxx boy voodoo dolls in there, the muscle memory of jostling jars is enough to calm vyn down

[devilberries]

~Tears of Themis~

Marius royalty au

Part ii coming out soon with Marius x femMC

Pressure.

Marius Von Hagen knew pressure very well. In fact, he was acquainted with pressure since he was born. Pressure had been holding his hand since he learned how to walk, and it’s always stuck by his side.

Pressure weighed on his back when he became prince. Pressure weighed on his back when he sat with the neighboring royal children. Pressure weighed on his back when his brother ran away. Pressure weighed on his back when he became the crown prince. Pressure weighed on his back when his parents both grew old and ill.

Pressure weighed on his back when he became king.

And here he sat on the throne. It felt uncomfortable, like he didn’t belong there. The elbow rests of the golden chair were cold, unwelcoming. The seat itself was big. He felt like a small child, sitting there.

It reminded him that he was only king in name. At least, that was what people kept saying. He almost believed them. He really should. After all, how could he rule a kingdom he was never meant to rule?

Was this why his brother left? Were the responsibilities too much? Was this why he ran away, leaving all the heavy burdens behind for his pitiful younger brother?

Marius slumped in his seat defeatedly. It wasn’t like he could ask his parents for help when they were both ill in their beds.

But now that there was a change in power, advisors, military commanders, and neighboring kingdoms were watching for a chance to swoop in and eat up Marius. They were waiting for him to slip and fall, using it to their advantage. They would try and try to manipulate Marius, the ignorant younger prince who only knew how to draw.

He heard the whispers in the long halls. He knew of the names they conjured up for him. He could feel the contempt through their fake smiles.

“Your Royal Majesty,” one of the advisors coughed. Marius snapped out of his daze and looked at him. The advisor furrowed his eyebrow and stated, “As the king of this nation, it would be wise not to mindlessly daydream in the middle of a meeting.”

Marius could hear another counselor scoff under his breath, “King? He’s no king. Just a foolish child wearing a crown.”

He raised eyes at the two men calmly.

“Tell me, old man, who is my father?”

The counselor stared back at him with caution as he answered, “His Royal Majesty King Austin von Hagen.”

Marius smirked when he heard his voice quiver. “Alright, and what is my brother’s title?”

Whispers rush between the men along the long table. It was an unspoken rule not to speak of the original crown prince. They could feel the tension suffocate them.

“H-His Royal Highness… Prince G-Giann von Hagen.”

“Good!” Marius smiled, praising the old man, who sat there, sweating buckets of water. “Now,” he stared straight into his eyes, “what is my title?”

“Y-Your Royal Majesty… King Marius von Hagen II.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Marius waved his finger at the counselor. “That’s not what you said a few seconds ago. Tell me, oh, wise counselor.” He walked behind the old man, towering above him. He placed his hands on his shoulders and asked, “What did you call me?”

The silence was loud. Everyone could only look down, ignoring the counselor. Marius could feel the man shake beneath his touch.

He knew this wasn’t the life he was meant for. He knew that he was better off painting somewhere far away from the throne. Marius knew he was an incompetent king.

But a king nonetheless.

When the man said nothing, Marius whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “That’s treason, you know? What should we do with you, hmm? We could,” he traced his finger on the shaking counselor’s neck, “slit your throat. Hang you. Maybe both. Or wait,” he snaked his arm around the man’s shoulder and harshly grabbed the man’s cheeks with one hand.

“We could cut that tongue of yours out.”

As if that triggered something in him, the man began to sputter out words, begging for mercy. He’d be on his knees if he could, but he didn’t dare shove Marius away. The young king cringed when he felt the man’s snot and tears drip down on his hand. Hastily, he pulled away and called for the guards.

As they forced the counselor away, he screamed and cried, but they all fell on deaf ears. Marius turned to the others who sat there with pale faces.

“I think it’d be best to end the meeting here today. Good day, everyone.” He turned to leave, and everyone let out a sigh of relief, until he turned around. They all flinched and attempted to compose themselves. “Ah, by the way,” he eyed each one of them carefully. “I wasn’t joking when I said that was treason. If I hear a single one of you utter a word about my father, brother, or me, I will cut your tongues out, and let it be known that your families won’t be spared.”

He swiftly exited the room and headed to his parents room.

Pressure trailed behind him, so he walked faster. It was a hopeless attempt, as it caught up to him in no time. He paused his movement and clutched his chest, taking in heavy breaths. The shame and embarrassment clouds his vision, while fear blocked his hearing. He was simply alone, facing his fellow friend pressure once more.

He could tell it was mocking him. He could hear its laughs as it pointed at him, calling his crown unbefitting of him, a faux king. He could feel the judgement of its eyes as it stared at him, his glimmering jewels and badges and oversized cape.

Even with all the riches and gold covering him, he felt so naked.

When he felt its hand on its shoulder, he turned and yelled at it, hoping the nightmare would end.

“Get away from me!”

There he was, Vyn, his Royal Tutor, hand in the air as it was shoved away by Marius, and wearing a surprised expression on his face.

He quickly erased whatever trace of shock he had on his face and inquired the boy, “Should we skip todays lessons, Your Royal Majesty?”

Marius blinked back at him, not comprehending what he had just said.

What just happened? Did he shove Vyn?

Vyn saw his visible panic and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. The poor boy looked at him with fear.

“Your Royal Majesty-“

“Don’t call me that,” he whispered with closed eyes. “That’s not me. I’m not…”

“Oh, but you are,” Vyn said. “Let’s talk somewhere more private, shall we?”

No words came out of Marius, so the Tutor pulled the depressed king along with him into a private guest bedroom. He softly pushed Marius to sit on the bed, while he himself sat on the chair, watching the boy.

“How do you feel?”

Marius stared at the ground emptily. “Can I answer you honestly, Vyn?”

“Of course. You can tell me anything… Marius,” he added that at the end carefully. The boy let out a relieved sigh once he heard Vyn drop the honorifics.

“You really don’t have to call me all those things in public either, Vyn.”

He smiled, “That would be rude and almost treasonous. Didn’t I teach you that?”

“Argh,” Marius bent over, covering his face. “Don’t even mention the word treason near me again.”

“Why? What’s wrong with that?”

Marius looked up, and Vyn chuckled at his distressed expression. “I may have gotten mad at someone for talking shit about me, so I sent him to the chambers and threatened to cut his tongue off…”

Vyn raised an eyebrow, “Was it someone from the Council?”

“Yeah, it was,” Marius sighed.

“Well, it was very irrational to say, at the least, but at least you took the initiative to use your power. That’s the first step of being a ruler.”

“But I don’t want to be a ruler, Vyn. You know that. This,” he got up and spread his arms out, pointing to himself, “none of this stuff feels right. Being King doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel right. Everything is just so…” He trailed off, rubbing his eyes hard to stop the tears.

Vyn sat there patiently. He watched as the boy just a bit younger than him fall apart. He knew it would happen one day. No, in fact, he hoped it would happen. Perhaps this was Marius’s way to free himself from this mess of a kingdom he was born it.

The Tutor was smart. He was intelligent enough to be a military strategist, maybe even be King, but he was unlucky. He was born with commoner blood, yet maybe he was grateful to have been a mere peasant, a mere servant to serve a spoiled prince because he realized being born with royal blood didn’t mean you were lucky; you were just crushed even more by the endless expectations of thousands of people who entrust their lives to you.

He knew what Marius was going to

Everything was just so suffocating.

———————————

It took a while for Marius to stop crying. Vyn chuckled to himself thinking about it. How old was he? Twenty-one, right? Twenty-one and still weeping like he was five.

“Marius.” The boy who was sitting down on the bed, hugging a soft white pillow, looked up with puffy eyes. They decided it was best to stay until his eyes were a bit better in case word spreads that the King is a big baby. “If the pressure makes you too anxious, how about visiting the Themis Temple?”

“Temple? But I’m not religious,” Marius sniffed.

“I know that, but it might calm you a bit. Visiting the temple may bring peace and tranquil for your mind. Plus, I heard the priests and priestesses there are very kind and welcoming to all, despite social and economical differences.”

The boy raised his eyebrow when he heard the words “welcoming to all, despite social and economical differences.”

Was there really such a place that would overlook such things?

“Plus, I hear that they have this intriguing… we’ll call it ‘tradition.’”

“What do you mean by that?” Marius questioned.

“Well, you see, they believe that all the Head Priestesses that are born inherit Themis’s blood. I hear the Head Priestess as of now has a daughter who is coming of age to become the next Head Priestess, so they’re having this event, almost like a ritual to perform on the girl.”

Marius furrowed his eyebrows. “Ritual?”

Vyn nodded, “Yes, a ritual. I’ve only heard rumors, since the last one was forty years ago, but, apparently, the girl gets hot water poured all over her. It’s suppose to symbolize inheriting the burdens of the last Head Priestess and to make her feel the injustice of this world weigh down on her.”

Marius frowned. That sounded more like torture. He felt pity for the girl. She seemed similar to Marius, born with responsibility and pressure, with a role she never asked for.

“How about you go with me right now? We can use our study time to see whether or not you’ll like it. Plus, I believe it’s an opportunity of a lifetime.”

“But won’t people recognize me?” He inquired.

“The question you should be asking is not that, but if you ‘want’ people to recognize you.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t want people to know,” he grumbled.

“Then we shall dress as normal aristocrats. Come now, I have plenty of clothes that will suit you. You’ll have to make due with a commoner’s clothes, Your-“

“Don’t even think about addressing me like that,” he sneers. “And I don’t mind about wearing commoner stuff. I don’t care for this social hierarchy at all.”

Vyn whistles, “How cute, coming from a person of privilege.”

“You know that’s not what I mean!”

“Right, right, of course. I’ll just have to trust your word then. Now, shall we get dressed?”

The two exit the guest bedroom and head to Vyn’s, which was a couple doors down the hall. They walked side by side. Though the servants and maids whispered among themselves, Marius was occupied with his thoughts.

He couldn’t get his mind off of the girl. Perhaps it was infatuation, or genuine curiosity. He created an illusion in his mind.

In his fantasies, he would speak with the girl. He would ask if she felt proud to be part of this bloodline of Goddess’s, or if she felt as if such a position did not suit someone like her. In his mind, she would hesitantly tell him her true thoughts, that she didn’t want to burn under the wrath of the burning water. He would say he felt the same, that he had always been crushed by the constant expectations of the people. He would hold her hand and promise that he would save her, that the two of them could run away together, and she would agree. And together they would-

“The advisors weren’t wrong about you and your constant daydreaming,” Vyn chuckled as he flicked his forehead. Marius flinched, groaning out loud as he slapped his hand above his eyes. The Tutor turned the knob and held the door open. “Hurry now; we wouldn’t want to miss the performance, would we?”

Marius huffed and stepped in, shoving the Tutor along his way. Inside, Artem sat at Vyn’s desk, reading a few documents. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and his face wore a tired expression with the visible frown and disheveled hair.

It would be best not to piss off the Royal Justice.

“Artem,” Vyn called out. The grumpy man turned away from his papers and nodded at Vyn. When he noticed Marius, he heaved himself up to properly greet his king, but Marius quickly stopped him.

“Hey, sit down. I don’t need to hear any more honorifics than I should, and I would really hate hearing them from you.”

Artem sighed as he sat back down, pinching his nose bridge. “Sorry, I’m just completely exhausted right now. Work has been so swamped lately.”

Marius softened his eyes. “Is there anyway I can help you?”

The Royal Justice shook his head, “No. If you assisted me, word would spread that I am incompetent. There’s already enough rumors spreading around the castle.”

He had already known how brutally honest Artem was. Still, he could never get used to it. It ticked him off how Artem brushed him off like that; it felt insulting.

Before Marius could say any retort, Vyn placed a hand on his shoulder. “Artem, how about we all take a break?”

[multifandomhellhole]

Remember that thirst you wanted to send with a flower that means lust? I remember that there's a flower that has the meaning of lust and for the life of me I couldn't remember until now

Cactus flowers have a few meanings and one of them means lust and/or sexual attraction between two people, (the other few meanings are a bit more wholesome I believe) so with such a number of possible meanings imagine giving one to Vyn

The excuse is that he doesn't seem to have cacti so you thought to buy him one as well since you bought one for yourself

Poor Vyn not quite knowing if you're unaware of one of it's possible meanings and it's just you being wholesome, or it's one of the other wholesome reasons you're hinting at

Cause there's no way you're actually hinting about lust...right?

Well his cock is hopeful anyway, making itself known after you left, leaving him to guiltily jerk off MWAHAHAHAHAH

AAAAAAA THANKS BABES

pls the mental image of a flushed vyn shamefully jerking himself is hot. But for him the idea that his crush may have given him a subliminal message of lust has him feeling so horny he cant restrain himself feels pathetic. Yet he can't bring himself to stop, keening at the somehow arousing shame. After he's satisfied his sudden urge he now looks at to mess on his hand. A deep red blush fanned across his face as perverted ideas blossomed in his head. Shyly he dipped his finger into the catus flower, binging the slight dew to his tip and working himself up again. God. He was worse than a hormonal teenager. And much like a lovestruck adolescent he found himself analyzing every action you did and overthinking the small gesture of a plant. But the percentage that it could mean something made butterflies dance and thoughts run wild

[the-remainder]

Greetings weary travelers, did you know, as a budding magus, Ilar has traveled across the Serpentine Coast and witnessed many bizarre and fantastic tales. On quiet afternoons, Ilar and Vyn would share some of Ilar's special blend of tea, freshly baked pastry, and tell a tale to each other. If you've donated to The Remainder on itch or ko-fi, you'll have access to the mini interactive fiction - Story And Tea with Ilar - where all these short stories can be read.

But we'd also like to reward people who've supported us in other ways by releasing some of these stories.

Here is the first in what we hope to be a series of such stories, as told by Ilar to Vyn.

Enjoy!

If you're not sure what I'm talking about, this is a bonus short story that takes place in the world of The Remainder, a dark fantasy visual novel, you can play Act 1 by clicking here.

Tale of the Fog Children

Part 1 of 3

Voices often came to me when I sat in inner silence and simply felt the Currents brushing against my heart. Most of them were only noise, shallow thoughts from shallow realms, the regret of something done, or bickering over garlic skin. But this one was different, it yearned fiercely, single-heartedly, as only a human being could, and yet it has a hollowness that no human being could have, not the least a child.

Curious, I went to a balcony on the upper tower and peered over the foggy shores to the South. A commotion was brewing in a village a few leagues away, nestled next to a Seamouth, a fogdune had barged into the huddle of houses and swallowed one of them. Peculiar, I thought, and bad news. I looked with closed eyes and saw the sense of longing waft from the fogdune.

A thick channel of Currents was carried by the cloudstream to the tower, teasing out memories of my home, of the smell of mud and chicken feed. There was something else in the undercurrents too defused to disentangle at this distance. It was no ordinary fogdune, the magus mentee of that village was out of their depth. I checked my schedule and saw that you would be in a ritual for another three days. I packed a few necessities and headed for the village.

Arriving, I found that everyone who dwelled there gave the fog-engulfed house a wide berth, and little wonder, the Currents gushing from it was debilitating. I felt the longing tinged with sorrow and desperation before I heard the faint sound of howling wind emanating from the fog despite the still air. The energy was so dense that it would’ve turned an undyed - a commoner with no magick training - into a sobbing heap within minutes of close contact. A little more and they'd do anything, anything to end that despair.

“Stay away, traveler!” Someone shouted to me from their yard. “Bad luck that, do ya no good to linger, ya hear?”

Striding toward them, I replied. “Where are the people who lived here?”

“Oy, the Milborns, sunken luck if it could be said o’ anyone. They’d be stayin’ over with the Ashborns there.” The leather-skinned man pointed with his mushroom hat.

“Bad luck, you say? What sort, if I may ask?”

The man stopped chewing his straw for a moment and studied me up and down, clicking his tongue.

“My, pardon me, you’re a magus, ain’t you?”

I nodded, saying. “Indeed, I sensed something afoot here and thought I might help. Now, tell me about this bad luck you mentioned.”

“Aye, real pitiable. First, one child, nary a babe, passes from the winds, then a scant few years later, the other one goes missin'.” He spits out the straw he was chewing and made a face as if it was bitter. “Born on a Howling Eve, they were, and there ain’t no helpin’ that.”

I listened, puffing on my pipe, recalling. “Howling Eve? Do you think the children were…”

“Aye, ‘twas the low ones, Luccasi, the temple mentee said as much. Howling over the skies all that night, lookin’ for souls to snatch. And the children? Twins, ya see? Was s’pposed to be just the one. But he was so scared of the sound that half of him tried to run back to the Waters from inside his mama’s womb, and done got split right in two.

That’s how they were born twins. Sickly, only enough Waters for the one life, forced to be two. Skin the color of mildew. Poor kids, the folks too, what’d they e’er do to deserve such a thing?” He shook his head.

I nodded again, thanked the man, and left for the Ashborn’s house. I’d heard enough to have a theory, and if I was right, there was no time to waste.

Thick incense filled the little room when a young man with hollow eyes and a scraggly goatee opened the door to my knocking.

“Who are you?” He asked stiffly.

“The name’s Ilar, Magus. Are you the Milborns?” I nodded to the young woman sitting next to a makeshift altar that she’d just been praying to, where incenses burned. I recognized the herb. “May I?”

He stepped back to allow me in. “Duma, and my wife Sestra. We don’t got much, you’ll have tea?”

I nodded and entered, sitting by the firepit. A cursory glance showed no Devarna present. I knew then… But they’d just lost another child. I needed to be direct, yet without touching upon an open wound. “Sorry to hear about your child, I’d like to help. When did he go missing?”

“A week ago. He was playing with the other kids along the shore over yonder.” Duma’s voice was hoarse. “One blink he was there, right? Then he was gone, just like that. We looked, depths, we looked everywhere, right?”

“I see. And how long have you been burning the Longing Leaves?”

The young man’s forehead wrinkled into a mass of grooves as he looked down.

He glanced at my magus’s mark nervously and said. “The mentee said we should use it, right? They said no more than three days, if that’s what yer getting at, but there couldn’t be no harm, right?” Sestra began to fidget visibly as he spoke.

With a soft but firm voice, I said. “Devarna of Longing are usually very effective, but after three days, they will have grown disenchanted with the herbs. Further use will net you no boon. If you don’t stop now, you risk attracting something else, something undesirable. Do you understand?”

Duma stiffened, hands gripping at his loose leggings, lips pursed. Sensing this, Sestra leaned over and gently laid a hand on his arm while looking at me with something akin to pleading in her eyes. She wanted to say something, I realized, but—

“What are we to do? Just give up? Our only child, that boy! The mentee said these would call him back, well where is he?” Duma was nearly shouting at me. His wife flinched. Truths were left unsaid, and a lie was told. Tides were unfavorable here, I decided.

I stood up slowly, went to the door, and said. “I’m not your enemy, and neither is that fogdune. It’s getting too dark to Work, I’ll make camp outside the village. By next dawn, I will have a plan.

I hope you’ll consider listening to me when the time comes if you want what’s best for your child.” I threw a glance at them, letting the Waters shine from my eyes, holding the woman’s gaze for the briefest of moments, then departed. That should be enough to let them sense my power, and hopefully for Sestra to take the hint.

I built a fire and erected a simple tent with twigs and mushroom cappings in a copse on the edge of the village and waited. I’d seen fogdunes behaving like this in my youth. Could it be the same thing that happened to me? Another of Fate’s jokes, I chuckled.

To be continued...

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