#tears of themis angst

[yaesnovels]

warm 'n cozy // marius von hagen

this is pure horny, fem reader breeding, marking, v v self indulgent and inspired by the cn server spoiler pics of marius shirtless and lookin like a full on snack fr // also partially inspired by the short discussion i had with @valkyrayn in her asks lol

ugh, to be leaving little hickeys all over marius' neck and collarbones while he was just finishing up his skincare in the bathroom and you just ended up sitting next to the sink because he was just looking so good being shirtless.

wrapping your legs around his waist and you just cage him there, not allowing him to leave at all as you pepper those sweet kisses over his soft skin and relish in the feeling of how close he is to you.

of course, you are also able to feel his growing hard on against your core, him obviously liking how clingy you are in the mornings, especially after he returns from a short business trip because you're absolutely sleepy and miss him.

"hmm, i think you look very pretty with those marks over your skin, baby", you grinned as you softly placed kisses on each of the small hickeys you just left on his skin.

"i think so, too, i think they look too good on me to be covered by a suit all day, what do you think?", he asked with a smirk, leaning down to kiss you long and passionately. you let out soft moans against his lips as you felt him softly massage your barely-clothed breast, innocently pinching your nipple.

without a warning, he had you laying down on the cold counter, eyes slightly lidded as he was lost in yours. "mhm, you look so pretty under me, sweetheart", marius mumbled, "but i think you'd look a lot prettier with me inside of you, hm?"

you were already far gone - you were already thinking of how good he'll fuck you and how good he'd make you feel. you just nodded in excitement, just wanting to feel him stretch you out and fill you up with his seed. you wanted to start a family with him eventually anyway and you two were at a great stage in your relationship.

"yeah? you like the thought of that, baby?", he asked with a soft smile, blood rushing down to his cock and he was quick to pull his shorts down, followed by yours. the moment he started rubbing his tip against your entrance you let out a whine.

"please?", you asked him with your softest, sweetest voice imaginable. "please fill me up."

"oh, how could i possibly say no to that?", he replied before he slowly eased his girth in, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. finally feeling him back inside of you again after a few days of being all lonely in your shared king sized bed (because who was marius if he wouldn't buy himself a massive bed just so that he could freely manhandle you around?)

"mhm, you're so tight, baby, i'm gonna fuck you so good, just like you deserve it, darling", he whispered, leaving soft kisses over your skin, making you shiver. "come on, baby, make me come, make me come deep inside you, huh? want me to fill you up with my cum? you're such a good girl for me, baby, you're gonna make me come so hard, darling, all deep inside of you." he was babbling nonsense as he was getting closer to his high.

you were begging for him to finally come, not even caring about your own climax, just wanting to feel warm and filled up to the brim. "you're going to make me come", he groaned, before he finally fulfilled your wish, making you feel so warm in your womb.

"i think i will call out of work for today. i have something ... more like someone else to take care of tonight", he grinned, chest heaving rapidly.

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[chococakelin]

How did we end up like this? How did everything change so fast without me even realizing? How could I be everything to you one moment to being just a fleeting memory?

One moment I was in your arms, my forehead resting on yours—just being lost in each other’s worlds. Suddenly I find myself sitting on the sidelines watching you look at another person with the same gaze that once belonged to me.

I watch as you dance in the rain with another in your embrace, faking a smile just so that no one would know that I am the bitter ex.

I pretend to not be fazed by you moving on when in reality I spend sleepless nights wondering when you would come back to me, when you would come back home.

How did I lose everything when all I remember was loving and being loved by you? When did I suddenly become not enough for you? When did I even lose you?

I am with our friends and I am blocking everyone out, I can’t listen to them fawning over your new lover and how the both of you are the perfect pair. I don’t want to hear them.

I am falling all over again, not into your arms or the arms of another—I am not falling in love.

I am falling, anxiously waiting for the day I finally shatter and break, my pieces all over the ground, wondering if I’ll ever be able to put myself back together again.

What happened to our promises of a lifetime of forevers?

What happened to us?

What happened to you?

What happened to me?

How did I end up losing myself in loving you?

Taylor Swift’s cardigan really brought back my Wattpad angst days wtf 😭

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[thelonelyarchon]

🧶✂️ SEVERED FATES

Pairing: Artem Wing x Rosa, Artem Wing x Fem!Reader (in future chapters)

Summary: (Unofficial summary) Artem Wing is regularly praised for his ability to compose himself in any situation. Despite bombarding himself with paperwork and cases to appeal at court, he never once found himself in a situation where he was totally lost and helpless... that is until his birthday arrives. Plagued by nightmares and sudden illness this time of the year, it's a yearly tradition of the young senior attorney to pray at Cloudbreak Temple since he entered lawschool, the year it all began. It was the same thing every year. Pray and pray for answers. But what if... this year is different? And with the arrival of a mysterious but familiar heiress, he might just get his answers.

"Find what was severed and repair it," said the monk.

But... what must he repair?

Content Warning: Mentions of chest pains, unconscious Artem, overworking, description of fatigue, slightly unnerving imagery of being shot, does not follow Tears of Themis timeline religously, slightly ooc characters, angst (?), not-proof-read

Author's Note: This is an experimental post/prologue! I've had this crazy Gufeng!Artem x Fem!Reader angst fic at the back of my mind since last year and I was too scared to write it. Luckily, I found mysekf writing it earlier today after I finally got the go sign to stop my medicatiom for anxiety. What a better way to celebrate it than writing something that I was scared to bring into life beforehand! Anyway, if this gets positive feedbacks and interested readers, then I'll continue the series!

“AND THAT is why you should take this opportunity to rest, Artem. You’ll exhaust yourself this way,” Celestine pinched the bridge of her nose as she fought back another wave of nausea. The older senior attorney and co-founder of Themis Law Firm was in her first trimester of pregnancy, and her stress was getting to her.

Artem refused to look at Celestine. The pile of paperwork and casefiles sitting on top of his desk prevented him from doing so. He had been stuck in a vicious cycle of ‘work, eat, sleep, repeat’ for the last three weeks as the firm had an influx of cases to be handled at the end of March and early April. Nearly all senior attorneys in the firm were preoccupied with their cases, and Artem had the higher task of overseeing all of them.

“I know how to take care of myself, Celestine. You, on the other hand, should focus on your health and not on mine. You’ll exhaust yourself this way.” Artem lets out a small huff as he smiles to himself. Celestine’s mouth was wide agape.

Did Artem just throw her concerns back at her?

“You’re unbelievable,” she sighs. “I really can’t persuade you, no?”

Artem shakes his head without lifting his gaze from the paper he’s scanning. Using the blue silicone page-turner he has on his index finger and thumb, he smoothly flips through another page or two while scanning its contents.

She figures that she can’t persuade the young attorney no matter what she does. After all, Artem just earned another title in the industry: senior monster attorney.

“But I’m being serious now. Like for real, this time. Artem, I know you want to keep me stress-free… but I can completely manage my nausea in court. I can help you. It’s not like I’m incapacitated mentally, too!” Celestine argues.

In the two years he’s been working with Celestine, they’ve developed a sibling-like relationship. Artem understood where her concern was coming from. To be frank, he doesn’t know when was the last time he had a proper sleep. Usually, he’d go home late in the night only to eat and then do some more reading and compiling of evidence until he fell asleep. He would wake up to his alarm blaring, hastily dressing himself up for work before arriving at the firm to continue where he left off the night before. He would be lying if he didn’t admit he was overworking himself.

“I’m fine, Celestine. Reading more won’t hurt me.”

“Yeah, it won’t but I will hurt you if you don’t rest now while I’m still being kind,” Celestine turned her back to him and crossed her arms. She walks towards the door before turning her head at him again only to emphasize what she said. “That’s an order from your boss, Artem! Rest or you’re fired.”

For the first time since the moment Celestine entered his office twenty minutes ago, Artem lifted his head to look at the senior attorney. Maybe it was from the frustration she felt but Celestine wasn’t smiling. He gently dropped his pen on his table and closed the folder with the casefiles he was supposed to finish reading by lunchtime.

He rests his elbows on his desk and uses the back of his entwined fingers as support for his chin. He learned it is best not to provoke a pregnant woman or he might just have to deal with her tears. He is efficient at dealing with court trials, but he’s aware he’s useless when it comes to stopping women’s tears.

“Fine, Celestine. You won,” he leans back on his chair and loosens his necktie. Now that he took the time to relieve himself of his duties, he could feel the fatigue consuming him.

His eyes feel itchy and dry from all that reading, and he knows he may just need a pair of glasses if he continues to abuse his eyesight like this.

When was the last time he slept well again? Yesterday? Two days ago? Maybe.

“Mr. Wing, I have here last month’s pending civil cases! These haven’t been looked at yet so Kiki was hoping if you could-”

“Ah! Rosa, there you are! You’re just in time!” Celestine exclaims as she claps.

Rosa jolts back in surprise as Celestine bombards her with a hug. She laughs nervously and looks at Artem. Her smile drops upon seeing his face. He looked… like a homeless man. He looks horrible!

“I’m on time for what…?”

“I have an important favor to ask of you and it’s more of a personal favor, but I’m willing to give you a bonus for it!” Celestine said.

Rosa’s eyes widened as she stepped back and raised her hand. Just what happened here? A bonus sounded tempting, but Rosa knew that when Celestine asks for personal favors these days, it usually involved three things: pregnancy cravings, dealing with impertinent clients, or Mr. Wing.

And with the sight of Artem casually sprawled over his office chair nearly passed out from fatigue, she knew she should be nervous.

“Ah… hahahaha… uhm. Ahem! C-celestine?”

Celestine grinned and moved behind her. She pushed Rosa inside the room towards Artem and stood by the door. She reaches for the handle.

“Rosa, make sure Artem doesn’t step foot inside the law firm for the next week or so nor have him hold anything related to work! That’s an order. Don’t worry, I'll count both of your absences as a paid one-week leave,” she slyly smiles. Rosa was horrified.

She will… babysit Artem for a week!? She should feel happy that despite chilling around for the next week or so, she was still being paid. But… she’s spending her week with Mr. Wing!? Now, now! That’s uncalled for!

“N-now h-hold on for a second, Celestine–!”

Celestine laughs as she pulls the door close. Before she could close it, she left her with one more instruction, “Oh. One more thing. Artem’s relieved from the cases he has right now except for next month’s trial. And by the way, it’s nearly the 26th. Keep an eye on Artem, will you?”

Rosa’s eyes softened when she saw the genuine concern on Celestine’s face. She knows Celestine and Artem’s mother are close, and she treats him like a brother. It was also Mr. Wing’s birthday week. But for some reason, there was something deeper behind the meaning of her instruction.

Keep an eye on him… for what? Or… from what?

As soon as the door clicked shut, Artem let out a sigh. Rosa turned to his way.

“That Celestine… really,” he sits up from his chair. “I’m sorry you had to do this. You may refuse to do so if you like.”

Rosa shook her head and offered him a smile. “It’s alright, Mr. Wing. At least it’s me you’re with. That way, I can still bend the rules and allow you to sneak a peek at your work from time to time,” she winks and gives him two thumbs up.

Artem chuckles as he smiles warmly. “Right. Well, help me arrange these files. I’ll leave the other cases to Celestine and I’ll bring the ones for next month.”

“Copy that, Mr. Wing!” Rosa said enthusiastically.

As Artem stood to fix his things, he noticed the calendar sitting on top of his desk where the keys to his car were placed in a bowl. The date April 26th was encircled in red marker ink ominously. Artem holds his chest as the familiar sense of foreboding creeps up to him. He sighs and shakes his head.

Rosa notices the sudden change in his demeanor. “Are you alright?”

Artem looks at her and smiles. “Yes. Also… would you like to come with me to Cloud Break Temple?”

Rosa’s eyes sparkled at his offer.

Cloud Break Temple… their spot. It’s been a while since they’ve been there.

“Of course… Artem.” She said softly.

_____________________________

“WHAT are you going to pray for, Mr. Wing?” Artem looks at Rosa as she speaks. Currently, they stood at the arch at the entrance of the temple. Many tourists and locals were climbing the long stairs up to the temple. Some were students, some were elderly, and some were even pregnant.

The bustling sound of the temple and the bells and windchimes comforted Artem. He never really admitted it, but for some reason, the temple was a safe refuge for him. Although, during the week before his birthday, he would feel an ominous shadow looming behind him.

“Hmm, nothing. I was just going to pray for well-being.” He said.

“Ah! If I remember correctly, last year you went here for your birthday, too. Is this a yearly tradition?” She asks.

“You could say that. It only started when I pursued law school.”

“Huh?” Rosa asked, confused.

Naturally, Rosa didn’t know everything about Artem despite the blooming affection between the two of them. Artem has yet to pursue her officially. However, in the short time she was able to work with Artem, she could somehow get a gist of who he was and how his mind worked.

It’s only been a year since she met Artem and worked for him at the law firm and NXX so this came as a surprise.

Artem looked at her and smiled. He reached for the top of her head and gently caressed it. Rosa’s cheeks were flushed. Artem could feel his burning too. He clears his throat and retracts his hand away before walking deeper into the temple.

The temple was still the same, although a few areas had been closed off for construction. When they got to the area to get their tickets, he found a familiar face. It was the old monk that had entertained them last year.

“Oh! It’s you two darlings again.” He started. Rosa and Artem laughed at his words. They greeted the monk together.

“How have you been? Are you here to pray for safety? What about the exam? Or, is it marriage again young man?”

Artem blushed as he shook his head and laughed nervously. “How I wished to, but it is not my purpose for coming today. I am here to pray for–” At the corner of his eye, he caught a shadow walking past him, stopping him in his tracks. The words remained at the tip of his tongue as he trailed off.

It was a shadow… no, it’s a silhouette. No… it was a woman who walked past him.

Before Artem could turn around to see who it was, he found himself clutching his chest as a searing pain radiated throughout his body. He falls to his knees.

In his mind, he thought his fatigue was finally catching up to him. Was it a heart attack?

“I can’t… I can’t breathe.” Artem muttered.

“What is wrong with me?”, Artem thought as he felt his consciousness slipping away.

“Artem! Mr. Wing! Are you alright? Can you hear me?” He could hear Rosa’s distant, frantic cries for help as people surrounded them. His eyelids fluttered open as he fought back to keep himself conscious. But it was so… heavy. It was just like the last time last year. It was as if his chest was just shot.

HIs head lolled back and his eyes rolled back as he struggled to fight back. He was sure he would lose consciousness now. His hand clutched his chest even harder. It was even more difficult to breathe. He could see the face of the old monk looming over his figure.

"Am I… on the ground? Why is the sky the only thing I can see?"

The monk's face was void of emotion as if studying the strange thing that he had just seen. But what is it? Why is he staring at him as if he knew this would happen and he knew why it happened? Artem couldn’t bear to look at the disappointment on his face. What did he do wrong?

He turns to his side as the last bits of his consciousness leave him. His eyes landed on the wishing tree, the same one on which he and Rosa had hanged their tablets. Visions began to form as he hallucinated.

Blink.

“Oh… what a lovely tree. It’s more luscious now this time of the year.”, Artem thought as the tree became much more younger-looking. It lacks the wooden tablets that were hung on its branches.

Blink.

“Who… who are they?”

A man and a young noble lady met under a younger-looking wishing tree. This time, the first tablets were hanged by the two. Two entwined fates, one lucky and one unlucky…tightly tied together to make a fortunate one.

“Why… am I seeing this?”

Blink.

It was only a split second before the scene changed again. Artem found himself screaming for help when an arrow was shot towards someone. Before he could see who shot the arrow, the searing pain in his chest became unbearable and the last bits of his consciousness finally slipped away as the arrow pierced his heart.

On the other end of the temple's grounds, you, the woman who happened to pass by the area, stopped to look at the commotion behind you. You tilt your head off to the side as you eye the young man who's sprawled unconscious on the floor.

"Who is he?" You asked the man in black beside you.

"A young man has fainted, Madam. It was the one you happened to pass by just now. It's not of your concern. The staff has called for help. We must leave now if we are to catch the plane by tonight." He said.

The urgency in his voice was unmistakable, but you chose to ignore him. You took of your sunglasses to take a better look at the man. Your brows twitched at the familiar face. Who would've thought the one lying on the ground and causing a commotion would be the youngest senior attorney in Stellis City? Artem Wing.

A slight smirk played on your lips as you thought of the Gods giving you a favor. Perfect timing. He's the right man you need for tue job you have in mind.

"Hugo," you gently eyed your bodyguard to signal hik to come closer to you. He quickly moves beside you to hear your request.

"Yea, Madam?"

"Get the car. I would like to personally bring the man to the hospital." You wore your sunglasses and turned around to exit the temple grounds. Younhear your bodyguard choke on air at your order.

"P-pardon, Madam!?"

"You heard me once. No need to make me say it twice."

"U-understood." He jogs back to the scene where a staff was frantically attempting to awaken Artem. You on the other hand, refused to look back. Once your guard was out of sight, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"I hope I'm doing the right thing by helping you, Attorney Wing. Don't make me regret this." You mutter.

You though you should have a little more faith in him. After all, you just hit the jackpot. Maybe the gods really did hear your prayers today. With the case you were entangled with, sure enough Stellis's top senior attorney can help you win this and clear your name. 99.9% win rate? Yes, helping him is worth it. You just hoped he would think that way, too.

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[caelisblade]

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[kiyasus]

"I won’t run away this time.”

Scene from the filo socmed au I was reading  (｡•́︿•̀｡)

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[iceysghost]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do an Artem Wing TURQUOISE fic? I'm in the mood for some angst, if you don't mind. :)

TURQUOISE 》 health, tranquility, emotional protection

◇ The sky's the color of your hospital dress, and he's the wind that rushes through the air and makes you feel alright.

COLORS OF ROMANCE

Artem Wing x Female! Reader

Word Count: 1,223 Words

Trigger/Content Warning: mental breakdown, crying, hospitals, mentions of physical injury (bones cracking, wounds, minimal cursing

He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose you. He couldn’t imagine how grey it would feel, how blurred and hazy his vision would be. But as your body cracked and blood rushed out of your wounds, he got a taste of what it would feel like. He struggled to see through his tears, and he struggled to see himself in the mirror without thinking that this was the man who hurt you, this was the reason you almost died; he, ARTEM WING, was to blame for your injury.

After work, he took the same flowers, carried the same “get well soon” balloon, and drove the same car to the same hospital. But he couldn’t muster up the courage to see you, to be next to you, to talk to you.

The flowers started to wither, and the balloon deflated and wouldn’t fly as high as it used to. He knew he was taking a long time to visit you, but his gifts weren't cooperating, and it only screamed at him more to get going and not be a pussy.

So, after cutting a case short and taking deep breaths, he got into his car, bought a new bouquet and new balloon, and decided that today would be the day.

As he walked through the hospital hallways, he was eyed by nurses passing by and patients with IV stands and wheelchairs. It made his skin crawl, thinking that maybe they sensed his nerves, maybe they knew that something was wrong with him.

He looked up at the room numbers. 417, 418, 419—

Something crashed into him and he nearly toppled over. Flashes of white, beige, red, silver, his hand sprawls out and lets go of the string, he steadies himself and—

"I didn't think I'd ever see you here, Mr. Wing."

Vyn, somewhat of a sworn enemy, stared him down with a grave look. Artem froze.

Dr. Richter eyed the light pink balloon, now in his left hand. "Nice balloon you have here."

The tension seemed to catch the eyes of even more passersby, who started to whisper among each other. Artem's heart sank to his stomach. This was another reason for him to feel guilt, another person who believed that he was to blame, the one thing that proved that it wasn't all inside of his head.

Vyn handed the balloon to him slowly. Artem trembled and held the string tightly.

"Hold onto it tighter next time," Vyn said condescendingly.

"I'll make sure to." Artem rushed quickly behind him and brisked to the right room.

He opened the door slowly. There you were, sleeping, with a peaceful look on your face. Your room was already decorated with gifts; drawings, letters, different bouquets of flowers in white, pink, and green, and not a single balloon in sight. Artem doubted himself. Maybe it's too dorky.

His footsteps were quiet, gentle; he placed the bouquet on your bedside, tied the balloon to your bed, and took a seat.

This was all his doing, it was his fault, his fault he couldn't protect you. She's going to hate me, he thought, I'm such a terrible partner.

He held your hand, which had an IV hose attached. Your warmth was something he craved, something that he wished to feel in a murky world, but he was afraid that you wouldn't appreciate him wanting to be with you.

Your eyes slowly opened. "Ar…tem?"

His breath hitched and he swallowed. This was it.

"Yes, it's me, [Name]."

"Where have you been?"

"You were—waiting for me?"

Artem was in shock. You were waiting for him, you wanted him to visit, he got it all wrong.

"I'm so glad you're here." You held his hand tighter.

"I'm sorry I didn't come right away, I just thought you'd be mad at me," he mumbled.

"Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?" you laughed. Artem took a deep breath.

"I thought you'd be mad at me because I was the one who failed to protect you."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "This…isn't your fault. Don't think about it that way."

"Oh, and don't say it's all in my head. I mean, there's obviously someone who thinks the same way as I do—"

You snapped out of your trance and sat up. "Who's blaming you for it?"

He reached his hands out to hold you down by the shoulders. "It's…no one. Just Vyn. Whom I came across in the hallway. And maybe the whole NXX."

"They WHAT?!" You were ready to confront these bad boys and tell them that they were wrong, and mean, and unjustified for blaming Artem.

"Calm down, please, you're still hurt. It's nothing for you to worry about."

"Nothing for me to—they're wrong! You did everything you could, you were a great partner, you were amazing."

"I was…amazing?"

"Yes, you were, Artem."

He bit the inside of his mouth. All this time, he thought he was in the wrong, but you had to believe otherwise.

"I'm sorry, [Name], please just calm down. I just really thought you hated me, so I didn't visit, and I'm sorry. Sorry, I'm sorry."

Sorry, sorry, sorry, over and over again, he repeated in his mind and under his breath. You couldn't help but feel bad for him.

"Don't be sorry," you said earnestly, but your voice started to weaken. "I…really, really missed you."

He moved his chair closer to you and held both of your hands. You reached one hand up to his face and cupped his cheek. He leaned his forehead into yours, and you could see his eyes so clearly. They were blue, a deep blue, like the night sky, the sea, the depths of a sad heart. Both in silence, you blinked, and rubbed each others' hands, and smiled, and spent a few moments with nothing but each other.

"You know, Artem, this whole time I was blaming myself. I thought I was too weak for you. But I guess that's just what anyone thinks," you whispered. His deep blue eyes widened.

"The both of us felt sad, so we assumed that we were to blame. That's wrong, that's so wrong. And I want to get over that with you."

Artem hummed quietly. He takes a moment to listen to your breathing and mutters:

"I thought I lost you."

"I thought I lost me too." you whisper back.

No matter how many times other people visited, this was what you needed; the support, the comfort of none other than Artem. 

You fought back your tears, but they ran down, down, like raindrops, and you were choked by your own breathing. He cried a subdued cry alongside you, squeezing your hand gently, foreheads still stuck together.

His other hand, still cupping your face, moved away slightly. You felt this pressure on your cheek: a kiss, one long, genuine kiss, and shorter kisses to wipe away the tears that endlessly graced your face.

"I won't blame myself for everything, [Name], but if I must take the blame to protect you, to save you…" he spoke, slowly, deeply, savoring his words:

"I'd take the blame for you anytime."

Your eyes flit away from his for a split second, to your side, the side of your bed.

"You know, Artem, I must say…"

"You must…say?"

"I really like the balloon. It's cute."

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[nagisadelune]

Headcanon: Your Wedding Without Luke

(Definitely not edited)

I promised myself I would never write an angsty headcanon, but here we are... I swear someone's going to riot because of this, but we're going to write it anyways. (I'm so sorry Luke stans...)

Here we go though. For context, someone made an Instagram reel where an "unconventional" practice is to leave a seat open for the deceased... I think you know where I'm going with this, so let's just get to the story. Hope you enjoy this one!

For the timeline, let's skip to a few years ahead of the game (since we all know Luke's timeline). I think we should just assume the year 2040 and you're Rosa just to be safe.

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Staring at yourself in the mirror, your nervous heart pounds against your chest. While your fingers play with the fabric of the skirt, your mind can't help but wander to your current situation: you're getting married. Although you knew that you wanted to get married from a young age, it feels surreal that you finally found someone to spend the rest of your life with, but it isn't the way that you imagined.

The knock at the door pulls you away from your thoughts, and Kiki's head appears behind the door. You give her a small smile before she enters.

"How are you feeling?" she asks quietly as she carefully shuts the door behind her. Trying to compose yourself from your thoughts, you sigh before answering her.

"Nervous, but who isn't nervous on their wedding day, right?" you honestly answer her as she approaches you with an expression that seems to say "fair enough." You notice how the bridesmaid dress suits her well and smile at her. "You look great in your dress by the way," you comment, and she responds with a helpless smile and shaking head.

"Not as great as you," she responds back as she sits on the couch behind you, playing with the hem of her dress. With the silence that overcomes the room, your mind wanders back to those thoughts, and you decide to voice them, knowing that Kiki would reassure you

"Do you," your voice falters for a moment before continuing, "think that it is right for me to do this?" Biting the inside of your lip and glancing behind you, Kiki looks at you with a slightly sad smile, knowing exactly what you meant to ask. With a heavy sigh, she stands up and grabs your hands, gripping them tightly in an attempt to boost your confidence.

"I think this is the right thing," she answers quietly and carefully, trying to respect your thoughts and feelings. Your mind immediately thinks back to your promise to him before everything happened, and you try to bite back your tears, trying not to ruin the meticulous makeup on your face. If I go, I want you to be happy; I want you to find someone else who can make you smile a lot, alright? Those words in your mind repeat as Kiki continues speaking. "I understand that it's hard because you miss him so much, but I think he would want to see your smiles than to see you crying in pain," she continues, trying to keep it together. "As much as you want him, you know that you need to move on."

"I know I have moved on though; I have someone I'm about to marry," you reason mostly to yourself, "but I still love him." Your voice reduces to a whisper, admitting your feelings. The tears slowly well up in your eyes, and Kiki immediately reaches for a tissue to dry them up for you. Silence returns to the room as you feel like you're betraying him.

"You know," Kiki responds as she continues to dry your tears, "it's possible to love more than one guy. You're marrying someone who accepts you even though you're struggling; he knows that you love him even though you feel like you're betraying your first love." Your mind can't process Kiki's words as you're trying to regain your composure. Her hands continue to dry your eyes as she continues to explain, "If it makes you feel better, no one is going to blame you for betraying him; they want you to be happy. You're going to miss him, but there's nothing wrong with missing someone you've known all your life, alright?" Her words finally process in your mind, sniffling as you contain the sadness in your heart.

"You really think so?" your shaky voice whispers, the words barely able to come out of your throat. Kiki's confident nod eases some of the conflicting feelings in your heart, and you're finally feel the air moving in and out of your chest as if you weren't breathing in the first place. With shaky breaths, Kiki gives you a soft smile, cleaning up the last of your tears before squeezing your hands again.

"It's time," a voice at the door calls, and Kiki acknowledges them before looking back at you.

"Ready?" she asks with a barely audible tone. You only have enough courage to muster a nod before Kiki walks with you to the aisle.

The first part of the ceremony blurs by your mind before you finally come back to your senses. Your eyes nervously look at the aisle in front of you as your father looks his arm with yours.

"Don't worry," he whispers. "You're doing great sweetie." Hearing the aisle music you planned previously, you manage to look up, swallowing the nervousness in your throat. However, your eyes catch something in the corner. You initially blink, thinking your vision is starting to fail you at a young age, but he's still there. At the empty seat you left in the front room, a suited male stands in front of it, and your eyes immediately tear up when you recognize the figure. Everything's the same from your memories of him: his warm smile, the sturdiness of his shoulders, and even his eye smile. The warmness of his aura brings tears to your eyes as you realize that you're learning to let him go; even though he's gone, he'll always support you if that means you putting him aside in your mind.

Walking down the aisle, you can feel your future husband's gaze on you, knowing that the pain you feel can only fade and that he'll support you anyways. However, you also feel your first love watching you like a guardian angel, taking in how you finally found another person to make you happy like he did. Although the music plays around you, you hear his voice telling you that it's okay that this is happening and how happy he is that you found someone else that loves you.

Reaching the altar, you somehow find the raging feelings in your heart calming down, the nervousness slowly dissipating from your body. You know that you'll miss him no matter what. You know that your heart will always long for him, but your heart eases knowing that he loves and supports you. As you take your future husband's hand and squeeze his, you know that this is what he would've wanted. You can only be honest with yourself in your thoughts before the officiant starts talking.

"I love you, Luke. I always will."

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Oh man. I was tearing up writing this to be honest, but we'll find out who really started bawling. (Hue hue.) Either way, I hope you liked this one, and I'll see you in the next one!

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[c-aspiel]

PROLOGUE: Mr. Here To Stay

We were bound to each other since we were kids, he would always be by my side.

"I'll never leave you for another! I promise I'll always be here to stay with you!"

He is a very lovable person, but what changed?

"Hey Marius? Let's hang out?

"I can't, sorry I'm meeting someone."

"I'm very sorry to ditch you, I promised to stay with her for the night"

What a lie.

I can't make him stay no matter how hard I try. Because he's already slipped away from our bond.

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[kitsuvil]

vyn richter - hanahaki disease (gn! reader)

you have a deep affection for vyn richter, but he does not exactly reciprocate those feelings. (first person, open ending, pls use ur imagination to make it a happy ending, sad endings are depressing)

1.2k words

    a flower.

    and then another.

    i stare at myself in the mirror, sick to my stomach with how long this has been going on. how long i’ve had to keep it hidden. both my feelings and this bothersome illness. i grab the moist flower petals that fell into the sink and throw them into the garbage, putting on a fake smile and leaving my apartment. when you’re painfully in love, life doesn’t stop for you. it never will. 

    i look down at my phone after hearing a ring, as much as i don’t want to pick it up because it’s probably vyn checking in on me for work, i can’t just ignore it. “good morning, dr. richter. i’m on my way to work right now and i made sure to have breakfast, you don’t have to bug me about it,” i give a little chuckle. every morning he calls to make sure i’m safe and taking care of myself and then you’d wonder why exactly i catch feelings. but those feelings may never be voiced, lest i ruin the current relationship he’s in, as well as our own friendship. not to mention he’s my superior and i’m no more than a student to him. 

    “good morning, that’s good to hear y/n, the office has free coffee if you’re in the mood to pick some up, i know i didn’t want to wake up this morning until i had some caffeine in my body.”

    “you got that right, i’m definitely not off to a good start today, i’ll make sure to pick some up, say thanks to whoever bought them for me!”

    “i’ll make sure to, i hope you feel better soon.”

    “thank you, dr. richter. we have a meeting today, right? i’ll make sure to be at my best by then. i’ll see you soon.”

    i hang up, hands clutching my beating heart as i feel the familiar feeling rise through my chest and up into my throat. i let out a cough, making sure that no one got the chance to see the flash of color come out from my mouth. “it’s fine, y/n. you can do this.”

    i attempt to block out the thoughts racing through my head, reducing my mind to only focus on the click-clack of my shoes on the concrete sidewalk. listening in on other people’s conversations, staring at the gray buildings, some with a sweet pop of color. before i can realize where exactly i am, i’ve made it to the building. vyn richter’s psychological research and therapy building. or, the building where i work underneath dr. richter as his apprentice, one of them. i’m constantly reminded of the fact that though it comes across clearly when vyn cares for a person, i am one of many and at the end of the day i don’t seem all that special. not to myself, not to vyn.

    and i especially pale in comparison to his current girlfriend, who i happen to see running across the hallway, right into vyn’s arms. i turn away immediately, facing the direction i was originally going anyway. i'd rather not see that right now. i'll take up that free coffee and get to work instead. the faster i get finished the longer the break i get is.

at least the coffee doesn't taste bad. it has a perfect sweetness to it, it's exactly how i normally order my coffee and it was marked with my name as well, who the hell leaked my coffee order?

"morning, y/n!" my coworker calls out from across where i normally sit. "good morning!" i wave to them as i pull out my chair, setting down my belongings on the table. the computer screen glows a bright white color after i reach over to press the power button. "hey, you got your coffee right?! did you hear, dr. richter was actually the one to buy them!" another colleague comes running into the office. i turn back to look at her with shock, "does he really know all our orders? then again, i shouldn't be surprised, should i?"

"that's exactly what i was thinking, he's the best boss ever."

"i can hear you guys, you're very welcome, though i wouldn't say i'm the best boss ever. i thought i'd treat you all for how much work you've been putting in lately. please, enjoy without worry." vyn himself walks into the room, his girlfriend next to him. she's also his coworker. just like us. he's also her boss. 

so why can't it be me instead. she's always beside him. it's been years now, but he's never shown a single emotion that could mean he has feelings for me too. we spend so much time together, in meetings and on outings, but we've always just been… friends, coworkers. 

the moment i realize how far i'm digging into my negative thoughts, it's gone too far. it starts slow, a slight choking feeling in my throat, but in a few seconds i'm gripping my table with my fingers as they turn white, holding back a coughing fit. a flower fit. 

"the meeting is set to start in 30 minutes, i'll see all of you there, alright? work hard for me. i'll be off - or not,"

vyn quickly runs to me, seeing the state i'm in physically.

"are you alright, y/n? can you talk?" 

the tears begin to brim in my eyes. not in front of him, please not in front of him. i could care less if it was just my coworkers… but, his girlfriend is here, he's right next to me, the stress is rushing to my brain and i feel as if i'll just explode any second.

the flowers start to fall to the floor in a successive order. one after the other. the rose petals, the colors of flowers that bloom only in summer, winter, in the day, or in the night, petals from orchids and tulips, every colorful plant you could ever think of that has pertinence to love. pink, rosey colored azaleas fall into the mix. white, reflective, and beautiful lilies. some thorns that scratch my throat on their way down, only making the burning feeling worse as the salty tears flow down at the same pace. 

if this was a different situation, you could say that i naturally created one of the most beautiful bouquets ever. it felt like an abstract art piece of just flowers. but on the inside, i felt disgusting, embarrassed. i wanted to disappear. and so i did. i grew physically weaker and weaker until i lost control over my own body and all i saw was pitch black.

but then i woke up. my eyes slowly adjusted to the lights and it was very much the lights from the ceiling of a hospital. i'm alive. the constant burning in my chest was still there, but i was already used to it from the years of pain. what i didn't expect and was not used to was the feeling of someone by my side on this hospital bed.

but i was too tired to question it. maybe it's vyn by my side. maybe not.

though if it is, "i'll be here waiting for you, forever, it doesn't matter the pain i go through, because i can't stop myself. i'll be here until the end of time, vyn richter." 

the soft, muffled cries of guilt went unheard by my ears, as i had already closed my eyes once again and was sound asleep.

this took me all night to write but i honestly enjoyed it sm, of course not the sad-ish ending but,, we don't have enough vyn reader hanahaki disease works so <3 i wish i could say there's a bunch of happier fluff coming on the way but... keep ur eyes peeled for a kamisato ayato angst though !

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[yaesnovels]

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS

i really hate to be doing this right now, but i geniunely have no other choice.

i have reached a point where i won't be able to cover some of my basic bills and debt. theres a total of 350€ i need to pay off in the next couple of weeks of which i can cover about 100€ right now. (the remaining is approx. $280 according to google).

i am currently working as an intern in an unpaid internship where i only get a small amount of money to cover basic living expenses such as groceries, etc. and unfortunately, turkiye (where i am currently staying at) had been hit by a massive hyperinflatation, making basic living expenses very expensive.

with this, i want to open emergency commissions for genshin and tears of themis fanfiction, as well as original characters works, selfship works specilized for you alone, and similar stuff.

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[moonstruck-writing]

To touch a soulmate

Pairing: Luke Pearce x Rosa | Tears of Themis

Event: Different Universe, Same Love - hosted by @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady

Prompt: Soulmates AU

Rating: Teen

C/Ws: soulmate AU, references to canon, angst and fluff

Summary: In a world where not having touched your soulmate means you never have to experience pain, Luke thought he would always be safe. But destiny had other plans for him.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: Thank you so much for organising this event!! I didn't anticipate I'd be this busy, so I have only been able to complete one prompt, but this challenge has given me so many ideas and motivation and joy <3

It had never hurt. When Luke was diagnosed, he noticed the lack of pain like a void, as if what was supposed to be hurting inside of him had already died. He had never thought about it before. Not feeling pain had been convenient as an agent, he could push his body further than many others. Although Aaron always told him it was a double-edged sword: he had to be careful to not suffer wounds to the point of no return. Still, Luke didn’t think much of it. He was ready to live the rest of his life without pain. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have important people in his life. And he couldn’t help but believe that all those grimaces and feeling your nerves on fire weren’t really worth it, just to have a “soulmate”.

He didn’t want a higher power deciding who was his person, he didn’t want to leave his life decisions to coincidence or destiny. Seeing happy couples – soulmates – together, didn’t convince Luke that was a necessity he was missing. Was everyone naturally happier while holding their soulmate and being subjected to a world of pain? Or was it just a label-induced craze?

He had more important things to worry about than whether he should want to find his soulmate or not. Like deciding whether or not to go find Rosa again now that he was back in Stellis. Was it worth it, telling her he was back but then disappearing all over again? He knew he would be gone soon. He didn’t feel the pain, but he could feel life in his body wasn’t like before. And he was hopeless. He really didn’t need to experience stabbing pain on top of that.

But the logic that applied to other people didn’t apply to him in the same way.

He was even confident he could protect himself from finding his soulmate. All he had to do to avoid that physically debilitating pain was not meet new people. Even if he had a shop, and worked as a detective, it was easy. Most of his clients already had their own soulmates anyway. So, he thought he was safe. Looking back on it, Luke should’ve been more careful. But hindsight is 20/20, and as smart as he was, he had never been able to predict the future without having a clear pattern to work from first.

And Rosa was the rule and exception to everything in Luke’s life.

That morning, Luke was still going through his last conversation with Aaron in his mind. He had insisted that it made no sense, how determined he was to avoid Rosa. They weren’t each other’s soulmates, surely they’d feel some emotional pain, but it was bearable according to Aaron. Luke wasn’t so convinced. When you haven’t felt a sharp pain, any superficial cut can feel like the end of your world.

Even if Rosa wasn’t his soulmate, she was his childhood friend, his family, maybe even something more, something else that he wasn’t ready to admit to himself. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t going to disappear from his soulmate’s life, he would still be disappearing from Rosa’s. All those years they had spent growing up together, the millions of moments shared together, memories that felt like the most precious gifts ever given to him. How could a soulmate surpass all that they shared? Luke couldn’t rationally comprehend it.

It already felt like his heart was both filled with joy and devoid of life whenever he thought back on his past, those better days. Even if he wasn’t Rosa’s soulmate, he didn’t dare to measure or imagine the pain his death would bring to her. Sometimes he imagined she had already found her soulmate, and maybe then the pain that was reserved for him would be so small, that she wouldn’t even tremble. The idea destroyed him, even if he wanted what was best for her. Truly, he only wished she was never subjected to pain. Not coming from him, not coming from anyone else. But he knew that was selfish of him, after everything he had done.

And he didn’t deserve any selfish wishes. So, he was made to run into her on the street that same day.

The reunion was everything he had feared and wished for. He felt acute guilt flowing through his body, but it was done. He lied about not having been back for long, he even made up some excuse about how he was going to go find her soon, but he didn’t know where she lived now, did he? She wasn’t living in her parents’ house anymore. Luke felt like she had left behind some of their shared memories by doing that.

But her happiness, her glowing smile, grabbed at his heart and slapped him. Why had he ever thought it would be okay to never see that same smile again? He had been so stupid. He was dying to hold her, hug her, caress her and feel with his fingertips that she was real and not a product of his imagination. He wanted to feel she was his, but it wasn’t true. Rosa didn’t belong to anyone and much less to Luke. There was no way she would ever belong to the man who had lied to her for 8 years and counting.

He was relieved when she confessed that she still hadn’t met her soulmate. Luke felt as if he had been able to protect her from that pain, but in reality, he hadn’t done anything. It somehow gave him the confidence to meet up with her again. Maybe that could mean Rosa hadn’t unlocked that deeper layer of pain and suffering that the world had to offer. Maybe his parting from her life and this world could be even peaceful.

Or so he lied to himself.

It was only a small touch, mere fingers brushing against each other. It wasn’t even a hug. It was nothing, really. But when Rosa’s fingers found his while trading the boxes of fast food they were sharing together weeks after their reunion, he felt like laughing.

Rosa winced next to him. She had also felt it: the current travelling through their veins, setting their blood on fire, tearing at every tissue, tugging on every single cell. It felt like their bodies were being destroyed and healing at once.

“Luke,” Rosa whispered tentatively, watery eyes wide with shock. His body didn’t belong to him anymore, of that, he was sure. He felt it in the way the tears flew freely down his cheeks, dripping from his chin. He wasn’t his anymore. It was scary and freeing, this unbelonging and yet belonging to someone else.

It didn’t make sense. Luke’s mind started spinning, analysing every bit of information he had gotten over the years. They had touched countless times before. They even used to play-fight when they were children. They had kept playing hand-clapping games all throughout high school. Why now?

Rosa’s voice shook him from his trance. “I can’t believe it’s you.” She moved her hands slowly until they found his cheeks. Her eyes were fixed on his, moving slightly from left to right and vice-versa. A soft giggle broke from her throat, stopping the flow of his tears. “You know, I used to pray for you to be my soulmate.” Luke furrowed his eyebrows and noticed the crazed beating of his heart. “I would imagine what it would be like to spend my life with you. I never wanted to be away from you, Luke.” The words weren’t just mere sounds and meaning travelling from her heart to his. Now they were needles stinging not just his chest, but every nerve in his body.

This is what it felt like to have a soulmate. It was ugly and painful, and it made Luke feel like he was a horrible human being. It was humbling.

“I’m so sorry, Rosa… I’m… so sorry.” The tears emanated with renewed strength. Even breathing hurt him, but nothing hurt as much as feeling her hopeful gaze on him. He didn’t deserve her. He never did, but now even less than before.

The question repeated in Luke’s mind like a mantra. Why? Why why why why why? Why now? Why him and her? What had changed?

Rosa’s lips formed a soft smile while she whipped his tears. “It’s okay. 8 years are nothing compared to spending a lifetime with you.” His body burned as soon as the words left her mouth. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, trying to keep it inside, but a grunt of pain resounded in his throat. Her heartbeat quickened in fear. Why was Luke feeling so much pain? She had only felt it when they had first touched, but now her body felt as light as a cloud.

“I can’t lie to you. Not anymore.” Luke panted between words. Rosa smiled at him in confusion, interpreting his words as him fearing she’d be able to see through him from now on.

“You finally realised?” She chuckled and lowered her hands from his cheeks onto his shoulders, gently caressing the fabric of his casual shirt. Luke gulped down, trying to steady his breath and reduce the feeling of dread. He had to tell her. Everything. “I do wonder why it got triggered now and not years ago…?” Her words provided some respite from his emotions, and Luke found shelter in trying to find a rational explanation.

“Something changed.” That was the only possible answer. Maybe Rosa’s true soulmate had died? Luke felt like an impostor under the weight of all his lies.

“We grew up.” Rosa looked at him, the excitement in her eyes now reduced to confidence. “Maybe we grew up into who we needed to be, who we had to become to be each other’s soulmates.”

It sounded like forgiveness, like Rosa was absolving him from all his sins. His body relaxed and for the first time since meeting her, he offered Rosa a genuine smile. He toppled forward on the sofa, dragging her body with him, and pinning her under.

Maybe they did have a lifetime together. Aaron’s words echoed in his mind, and Luke felt hopeful, like he really could believe in finding a cure now that she was his and he was hers. Then he could spend the rest of his life making up for leaving her alone.

“Welcome back home, Luke.”

“Rosa, I’m home.” He looked into her eyes and felt his breathing slow down, his tense muscles finally relaxing in her embrace. Luke buried his face on the crook of her neck, suddenly embarrassed. “I’ve missed you so much, but now I’m home.” His voice came out muffled, and he revelled in her smell, the shampoo, the soap, and something unmistakably hers. The smell he had been surrounded by for so many years, a scent he could never forget.

Now that the mind-numbing pain was being reduced to a mere buzz in the background, he could feel the implications of their new predicament. It made him incredibly nervous.

“You’re home, you’re finally home.” Her vocal cords strained, making her voice sound halfway between happy and sad. There was so much Rosa wanted to tell him, so much she wanted to ask. But she didn’t have to rush. For the first time, she felt she didn’t have to catch after him, because Luke wasn’t going anywhere.

Rosa hugged him tightly, focusing on the feeling of his weight pressing down on her. The sensation was new and intense, but she didn’t understand yet if it was painful or not, the new label and feeling still blurry in her mind. He was bigger and heavier than she remembered, but he was still her Luke. Before she realised it, she was sighing through her nose, the corners of her mouth curling into a pleased smile.

She was so ready for the start of their new life.

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[yoshiiiiiiikunnn]

planning a Luke Pearce fanfiction. emphasis on "planning" because it may not happen.

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[caelisblade]

Open Commissions / Emergency Commissions

Hello everyone!

With this, I would like to open (emergency) commissions for Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail and Tears of Themis or other original work (i. e. a story for your OC‘s etc.)

This is unfortunately due to the fact that I was faced with a lot of sudden and new expenses at once (expenses for school, basic living, costs for governmental services / driver’s license and already existing credit card debts) and am now unable to pay off some of my debts. I would like to open my commissions for this reason!

You may commission anything you like, I don‘t really have a limit for my writing or comfort zone, if there would be something I dislike / wouldn‘t want to write, I would let you know. This is - however - not the case for many things so, everything could be talked over easily.

As for prices, since I want to make this a little easy for all of you, I would charge ~10€ for a 2k long fic / story. Of course, if you want to, you can get longer fics for a higher price.

Of course, if you want to support me in general, you can just donate something on my Ko-Fi, too!

Please contact me in DM‘s for more info! I would love to bring some of your commissions to life <3 You may find my Ko-Fi link on my navigation post! If I‘d add it here, tags don‘t work.

Even if you can‘t support me in a financial way, please share this post to people who are interested!

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[iceysghost]

BLACK 》 fearful, secretive, painful

◇ He finds you in your worst state, and nestles your broken body in his arms and wipes your tears.

COLORS OF ROMANCE EVENT

Marius Von Hagen x Female! Reader

Word Count: 1,062 words

Trigger/Content Warning: mental breakdown, crying, mentions of death/dissapearance

I accidentally deleted this post, sorry for that.

There was something in the air that lingered, something that caused him to soften the grip of his pen and shut his eyes. Something that caught on his tongue and stung like poison and left him with a sore throat. There was something that fell into his gut, that pulled him down, and made his stomach feel heavy. 

MARIUS dropped everything and held one thing: his heart, in the palm of his hand, beating quickly, searching for the root of it all and the danger that could await you, his precious lover, the light of his life.

Knock knock knock, is she alright?

Knock knock knock, am I overthinking this?

Knock knock, is it all inside of my head?

Knock knock—

"..Marius?"

"Missy?"

Your eyes were tired but couldn't stop flowing with tears that fell down your face, tears that were so heavy they were like weights, and you might have fallen down, but you leaned forward, and—

"Missy, I—I had this feeling, this gut feeling that you weren't fine, are you fine? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm always fine, I'm—" your weight fell onto his chest, his body, and you collapsed into him.

He froze, unaware of what to do, buckling and taking second thoughts, before he pulled you into a tight embrace.

He understood now. The danger in the air was not gunpowder, nor the echo of hurtful words, but the screams and cries from the battle going on inside of your heart. Your poor heart, worn on your sleeve, torn and in need of mending. He understood, for he had mended his own heart one too many times, and you tugged at his strings; the strings of thread he used to sew each broken piece of him back together, the strings that created safety and comfort after devastation.

He pushed you inside, just enough so he could let go of you and close the door behind him, but you fell onto him again like a puppet, whose strings were cut and sticks were used to create firewood that burned more of the earth than anyone would ever wish. It was all too familiar to him, how he used to cut his own strings over and over again, thinking that he was why his mother had to die, he was why his brother disappeared.

But what happened to him didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were in his arms, safe from everyone else, safe from the world.

"Listen to me, [Name]. It might not seem like it right now, it might seem dark and gloomy and trapped wherever you are, but it won't stay like that forever. Things will be alright."

The words came naturally to him. His heart was torn, his strings were cut, but whether or not he was torn by others or if he hurt himself, he was alright. He got out alright. And above all, above everything that ever happened to him, you loved him. You made him alright. And now it was his turn to make you feel alright.

"Shhhh, it's alright," he whispered into you. His hands ran in slow circles on your back, and his head nuzzled into your hair.

"You promise? Promise—that I'll be alright?"

"I promise. We will be alright."

The both of you stood there for a while. The air was bitter when he arrived, but as your embrace loosened and your breathing steadied, his tongue didn't sting as much, and his stomach was lighter. He pulled you out of the hug and looked you in the eyes.

"Do you feel better?"

"Kind of."

He laughed under his breath and smiled at you. "That's my girl." The both of you giggled quietly, your sadness waning, while his sadness seemed to wax slightly. Beads grew along the brim of his eyes. His lower lashes turned soggy, and a lone teardrop fell from his eye.

"Marius, why are you the one crying?"

His hand trailed up your neck and landed on your face. His thumb grazed your wet cheek, wiping your tears, before he spoke, in a quiet, slightly hoarse voice:

"Don't worry about me."

Yet, as he spoke, more and more tears ran down his cheeks, and you had to use your own hand to wipe away his sorrows.

"You're seriously crying with me?" you uttered in disbelief.

"Yeah, I can't seem to stop," he laughed.

He held your face tighter and pulled your face closer to his. Marius placed a gentle kiss on your lips; a fleeting kiss, the kisses that last for only a second but you still feel on you afterwards.

"This isn't how it works, silly, you should be the one to help me feel happiness," you uttered.

"I've always done stuff differently, haven't I?" he replied jokingly.

It hurt you to see him be hurt by you. In some way, the fact that he cried with you made you not want to cry anymore.

"Don't feel sad anymore, Marius, because I'm happy now. There's no reason for you to cry." You rubbed his cheek lovingly. But as you looked carefully, the glint in his eyes seemed to change by a fraction.

He laughed, and laughed again, louder, and louder. Suddenly it hit you.

"Marius! You cried so I'd feel bad for you instead of feeling bad about myself." You pushed him lightly.

He kept laughing, even after you processed what happened, and it started to irritate you.

"Marius. Von. Hagen! It's not funny!"

He couldn't stop giggling like a boy who pulled a successful prank, and you scolded him for playing with you like that. But as the smile of your eyes became increasingly more obvious, he still laughed at himself in his head for letting the emotions get to him. He laughed at himself for seeing his own sadness in you. And he laughed at himself for keeping silent, when he could have always said that it wasn't a prank, and that he cried real tears of empathy, or sympathy, or whatever loving emotion that pursed through his veins was called.

None of it was a joke, for once, and he meant it when he cried into you. He meant it when you cried into him, and he told you that it was going to be alright, because it was alright, and you were always going to be alright.

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