#tears of themis fanfiction

[caelisblade]

finally, us | marius von hagen

synopsis: after giving birth to your little princess, marius gave you space and time to recover. he slowly started growing tired of feeling so lonely and finally confronted you about your insecurities and made sure you remembered how good he could make you feel.

cw: insecure fem!reader in postpartum (ik this is not everyone's cup of tea, i just wanted to write gentle & sweet husband!marius, so give it a shot? there are NO details on the birth part), fingering & oral (fem receiving), marius is feeling really lonely, praises, mirror sex (briefly)

marius wasn‘t pissed. 

it was the most natural thing that your entire focus was on that little wonder you had in your arms. your focus was on your baby, after all. he only had started to feel lonely. so, no, he wasn’t pissed. he was lonely. 

his tiny princess in your arms was cooing, making you giggle as she grabbed your pinky finger in a tight grip and he finally got over his stupid head and sat down next to you on the couch in the main room.

marius really wasn‘t pissed that you had stopped paying attention to him. okay, perhaps he was slightly pissed. though he totally understood why your focus shifted — his did, too, that‘s totally out of question. he just wished he could have one night again with you and you alone. without a screaming, crying baby. marius knew how selfish that sounded but he couldn’t help himself. 

"baby?", he mumbled softly, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on your neck. you didn’t respond. 

he had given you space and as much care as it was possible for you to heal and adjust to the changes in your life. of course, you still slept in the same bed, talked, acted like husband and wife but it felt like you unintentionally shifted your entire focus on the baby and forgot about his existence in a way as well. 

he didn’t blame you for that, how could he possibly blame you for this? you let your body go through so many changes when you gave birth and he was so proud of you. 

he helped you as much as he could while still working from home as pax‘ ceo. but of course, he couldn’t force you to leave her if you didn’t feel ready for it. it was still a little frustrating from time to time, with how distant you had gotten to him. 

"do you want to rest a little? i‘ll take care of her for a bit, how does that sound?", he asked carefully, brushing your hair out of the way gently. 

"nuh-uh", you replied, shaking your head  "i‘m okay. don’t worry."

"baby, come on, you haven‘t slept properly the past few days. you look exhausted. i got you a bath ready, go in there, please? for me? i‘ll take care of her." his tone had gotten more stern, slowly getting pent up with your behavior. he did his best to make sure you and your daughter were cared for. but you not taking care of yourself anymore was frustrating him as well. 

you sighed, nodding finally in defeat; the exhaustion hitting you like a truck as you carefully placed your daughter in marius‘ arms. 

you smiled softly at him before you went to the bathroom, taking off your clothes and sinking into the comfortably warm water. the scents from the essential oils he had purchased for this very occasion were coming up to your nose and you could feel all your muscles relax and your eyes were closing. 

just a couple of minutes later you heard a knock on the bathroom door and marius entered. "can i join? i want to spend some time with you", he mumbled, cheeks reddening. "i just missed you so much, baby."

"where is—"

"i called luke and asked if he could watch her for an hour or two earlier”, he interrupted you. “he just arrived a few minutes ago and went out for a long walk with her. don’t worry, she was quite excited to see her uncle luke and i clothed her warm enough for the weather. please, baby? can i join?", he asked again. 

your body relaxed again and you nodded. "of course."

marius stripped off his clothes, sinking into the bath behind you and wrapping his arms around you, softly massaging your tense muscles. "i‘m sorry", you suddenly sniffled, tears burning in your eyes as you realized how much you had neglected your husband. it had never been your intention to neglect him but you did. and it made you feel so horrible. 

"for what, baby? for taking care of our little princess? for being the most amazing mother anyone could wish for? i don‘t care if you don’t spend time with me, as long as you’re by my side. of course, i‘d like a little kiss here and there, and maybe a hug, hm? maybe you’ll let me take you out for a date night once in a while as well. all i ask of you is to not forget about taking care of yourself, baby. i miss you. and you can leave her with me once in a while, too, if you need to rest. that is totally okay, baby, and i wish you’d do that more often", he spoke softly, turning your head around so you could face him and kissed you, so soft and gentle, and you practically melted. 

it had been too long — way too long — since he last kissed you like this. you couldn’t remember when you last kissed at all. you couldn’t even remember the last time you had an intimate moment like this with him. it felt like your entire body lit on fire and suddenly, everything else was all forgotten. all you could think of was him. 

the innocent, gentle kiss quickly turned into something way more intense — he sighed against your lips as his body was relaxing, remembering the way you made him feel and you turned around to face him. 

his eyes were lidded, watching your every move, god, those gorgeous purple eyes of his. 

“i missed this so much. i missed you so much”, he whispered, giving you a gentle, comforting smile. “believe me, baby, i don’t blame you that you focus on our little princess right now, okay? our tiny princess is more important than me. i just really felt lonely lately, alright? don’t blame yourself for this.”

you could only nod, words were unable to come out and you leaned down to kiss him again, his arms wrapping around you as you seemed to melt into each other. 

“marius”, you sighed softly as you felt his hands wander up your body. “i… need you.”

“oh, baby, i need you, too. more than you could possibly imagine. i don’t want to force you into anything, though. don’t think you have to do anything you’re not feeling ready to do”, he replied. “i won’t be mad or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

you smiled, his care and worry for you to be rushing into things was so endearing. “i know, baby. i just missed you so much. my doctor cleared me for sex weeks ago but i… don’t know. my priorities were with our baby girl. i wasn’t thinking about it. taking this break with you today reminded me that i need to prioritize myself as well. and it reminded me of how much i needed you.” 

“come on then, baby, let’s get out of the bath. i need to pamper you properly, hm?”, marius said, smiling sweetly and you nodded with a giggle, carefully standing up and grabbing your towel, quickly drying yourself off as marius watched you and followed your steps a few moments later. he saw you inspecting your body on the mirror in your bedroom with those stretch marks on your hips, comparing the differences of your body after being pregnant and giving birth. 

marius gently placed his hands on your hips, his hands slowly wandering up your body. “you look so beautiful, baby. i love you, so much”, he mumbled gently, placing kisses over your neck and you couldn’t help the shudder that went through your body. 

“even with these marks and changes my body went through?”, you asked, voice quiet and careful. 

“especially with those marks and changes”, marius replied, lips wandering down your neck to your shoulder and you were just watching yourself and marius behind you, still self-conscious about your body and simultaneously distracted by his gentle kisses – you couldn’t even process that you were both still very naked. 

he turned you around again so you could face him. leaning down to kiss you but this time, it was so intense you felt dizzy for a moment when he let go. “let me bring you to bed and show you how much i missed you in my arms, yeah?” 

“mhm”, you smiled, and it was the most beautiful sight in his eyes because this was the first time in a while you smiled so genuinely at him. he missed this sight so much. 

he lifted you up with ease, carrying you to the bedroom and laughed when you squealed. once he was on top of you on your massive bed, he was making sure you felt as comfortable as possible. you were feeling so overwhelmed with his kisses, his praises for how beautiful you were, his soft, shaky breaths against your neck as he, too, was slowly getting worked up with his need for you. 

“please, baby, can i taste you? missed your pretty pussy so much”, he whispered against your tummy, looking up at you, before planting a gentle kiss right over some little stretch marks on your tummy. you nodded as a reply, but he was not satisfied with that. 

“use your words, baby. need to hear you talk to me. you haven’t been doing that in a while now. i need your words.”

“yes, marius, please”, you sighed, eyes rolling back as you felt his tongue on your folds, the first time in months that he was eating you out and you felt like just a couple more strokes with his tongue and you’d cum. 

his arms were spreading your legs apart as he played with your clit, moaning against your pussy at the taste. marius almost forgot that this was about you and you alone, about making you feel comfortable with your body again. “such a good girl for me, baby”, he grunted, “such a good fucking girl for me, let me make you feel so good.” 

his one hand was grabbing towards your hand, wanting to intertwine your fingers as the other hand slowly moved to your glistening pussy, his thumb playing with your clit and shortly after his middle finger was easing into you. 

you shuddered, legs starting to twitch around his head as you cried out his name, the first orgasm of the night washing over you like a tidal wave as you squeezed his hand tightly. “marius, baby”, you whispered breathlessly, slowly coming back to your senses. “need you inside. please, fuck me.”

“shh, relax, baby. i won‘t fuck you”, he said, pausing for a second. he saw your face drop, before he proceeded with a gentle smile, “i’ll make love to you like my queen deserves, hm? need to make sure you’re prepared for my cock, alright?”

marius turned you both around on the bed that you were leaning against his chest and he was seated against the headboard. “look at us, baby”, he pointed at the mirror right in front of you both, smiling. “look how pretty you look in my arms, so, so beautiful.”

his hands slowly wandered down your chest to carefully play with your sensitive nipples, before his fingers tippled down lower your body, slowly reaching your clit. he started rubbing the sensitive nub, holding your legs apart with his own as you twitched. the stimulation was quite a lot to handle – considering you hadn’t let him touch you in months (he wasn’t initiating anything in fear of hurting you before the birth). 

“baby, plea–”

“watch. us. watch yourself as i play with your pretty cunt, baby”, he interrupted you. “i need you to feel this, baby, because i want you to remember how beautiful you are. i want you to remember how fucking proud you make me feel whenever i see you fall apart on my fingers or my mouth.”

he slowly slipped a finger inside of you, letting out gentle shushes as you squirm and moan, kissing over your cheeks, face, down to your neck. as he was carefully moving his finger in and out of your warmth, he watched your every reaction. it wasn’t long until he slipped in another finger, holding you in your place as he whispered in your ear: “look at yourself in the mirror and come for me, princess. you deserve it.” 

you practically exploded, the cry of his name was so satisfying for him to listen to. you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this fucking good, so full of pleasure and so satisfyingly spent. 

“good girl, such a good fucking girl for me, princess”, he praised you, causing goosebumps to cover your body. he removed his fingers and licked them clean. “you’re so beautiful, god, i love you.” 

“i love you”, you replied breathlessly. 

marius smiled as you lost all your strength were laying against him powerlessly. 

“that felt so good, marius, fuck”, you sighed. 

you squealed when he suddenly turned you both around so you were underneath him again. “can’t tell you enough how much i missed being so playful with you”, he whispered gently, kissing underneath your earlobe. “so, how do you feel about… me fucking you?”, he asked carefully. you nodded. 

“yes, please, marius, i need you inside of me”, you replied. 

he leaned over towards the nightstand’s drawer, grabbing the lube inside of it and letting some of the liquid drip into his hand. he knew you were wet enough to take him raw, but he wanted to make sure that you didn’t struggle to take him in after so long. he jerked his cock off a little, covering his length with the liquid and dribbled some on your pussy as well, before he aligned his tip with your hole and slowly thrusted inside. just the tip inside of your warm walls had him groan out and the more he thrusted into you, the more he lost his mind. 

“fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight”, he groaned, “so fucking good, you feel so fucking good.”

he started to name vegetables in his mind, trying to distract himself so that he wouldn’t cum from just thrusting into you for the first time in over four months. 

that made him realize that he hadn’t asked if you were okay with going raw – fuck, it completely slipped his mind. “baby? i forgot to ask, i’m so sorry, did you want me to use a condom?”

you looked at him like he lost his damn mind. 

“do you think i wouldn’t have stopped you if i did?”, you asked, laughing and kissing him gently. “it’s alright baby. i wanted to feel you. also, come on, we haven’t used a condom in forever. you really think you would like to use one?” you joked around, shaking your head. 

marius visibly relaxed, nodding before he returned the kiss, smiling. “you okay? feels good, baby? can i?”

you nodded: “yes, i’m okay. feels good, baby, please, move.”

you didn’t have to ask twice, marius pulled out before he thrusted back inside, face buried against your neck as he was about to lose his mind. “fuck, baby, gonna make you feel so good, make us both feel so good, hm? you want that? you wanna cum for your husband again?” 

his thrusts were sloppy, the grunts and groans he let out were music to your ears and you couldn’t believe how much you missed this. 

just feeling your warmth around his cock had him babbling nonsense, kissing you messily to distract himself but at one point, everything was becoming too much and his hips stilled as he came, cum buried deep inside of you. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck”, he let out a string of curses as he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you as you clenched around nothing. “gonna make you come for me again, baby. need to see you lose your mind because fuck me, if i am not right now.” 

before you could reply or say anything, he slipped his cock back inside of you, biting into your shoulder to distract himself and you whined, nails scratching up his back fully as his pace got faster. “fuck, marius, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop”, you cried out, tears running down your cheeks as your body went on sensory overload, feeling too much at once – pleasure, love, passion… it was overwhelming. 

“shh, baby, don’t cry. it’s okay”, he comforted you gently, slowing down with his pace to make sure you were okay. “i’m sorry, i lost my patience there. did i hurt you?” 

you immediately shook your head. “no, no, i’m okay. i was just… feeling so much at once. i’m okay. i promise”, you replied, smiling at him. “you’re so perfect, marius. i love you, so much.” 

“i love you, too”, he kissed you softly before he proceeded with his movements, watching your face scrunch as you got closer to the edge and watched your lips part as pure bliss coursed through your body, the cry of his name sounding like music to him. 

once you were all cleaned up and tuck inside the blankets next to him, looked up at him. you were practically glowing and he loved seeing you back to your old self. 

“fuck, that felt so good. why again did i stop myself from this?”, you giggled, still in a post-orgasmic haze. 

“because you were taking care of our baby girl, remember? the one luke is bringing back any moment now so we should probably get dressed. you can sleep, though. i know i tired you out fully, didn't i? i’ll watch her, alright?”, he said. “you just rest. you deserve this, baby.”

“mhm. i love you”, you nodded before you were already asleep, smiling in your sleep as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up and getting dressed again to call luke that he can bring his daughter back home anytime he wants.

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[yaesnovels]

my toxic trait is walking past corporate buildings and thinking how much of a good fuck i would get from marius or artem 😁 NAH BUT LIKE oh my fucking god imagine all the windows are all fogged up and you’re pressed up against it all out of breathe AND THEN JUST WAIT either celestine or vincent walksup to the door and goes “there’s a client here for you” and they continue railing the fuck out of you and they breathlessly go “i’ll be ready in a bit, just finishing something” PHEW like wow

cw; mentions of semi-public sexual encounters

commissions are open! check this out!

okay i don‘t know about artem in this case (simply because i see my second husband as a more sweet and romantic type, who’s just the more traditional lover-ish thing) but

i always felt like marius is a kinky bastard (affectionately) so he would simply fuck you against a window because he wants to experiment on what the limits are that he can push before getting caught.

then again, he is his own boss, so who gives a shit anyway? vincent would probably be so used to this that he would understand not what, but who marius is „finishing up“ (lol) and would ask the client for some patience and marius would come see them in a few minutes.

poor vincent, already having seen marius fuck you so good on the table, against the window, you riding him on his chair, on the couch in the big office, everything. now he‘s just used to the fact that whenever you come visit marius at work to „bring him some lunch“, he knew not to interrupt you two or he would probably have to actually resort to bleach his eyes (/hj)

oh and also, imagine he has you pinned against the window and he just draws a tiny heart on the fogging that appeared with your heavy breathing against the glass — just to make you giggle and play around.

as for artem, since i feel like he is more the traditional lover, he would at least wait until he thinks everyone is out of the office before he goes ahead and gets down to his favorite type of business (like for lunch or for closing times)

imagine he thinks everyone went out for lunch, having heard them talk about how theyre going to try out this new place around the corner and even celestine saying she‘ll stop by there; so artem just kisses you, acting totally out of character for him as he was absolutely needy for you.

little did he know that celestine actually had one of the important clients come in randomly, leading them to artem because he is the best (and in that moment, the only other lawyer at the firm as everyone else went for lunch break).

he halts his movements, before he just keeps on going, holding his hand against your mouth to muffle your noises before he says he‘ll be out in the meeting room in a few moments, that he has something to finish up real quick.

little did celestine know that he was not talking about paperwork.

i just wrote this on my phone without really thinking about it, just what came to my mind lol; this is just word vomit.

my hand hurts now from typing so much at once send help.

anyways, i‘m headin off to sleep, gn people <3

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[kurooblossom]

「LATE」 左然

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3 | MASTERLIST

➤ Word Count: 826

➤ Pairing: Artem Wing (Zuǒ Rán) x reader

➤ Tags: established relationship, f!reader, fluff, probably ooc since I haven’t played this game properly in like... 6 months or longer??

“I’ll be right there,” Artem said, before hanging up the phone.

Silently, he slipped the phone into his pants pocket before standing up and maneuvering quickly around the room. Knowing exactly what he was looking for, he went straight for a stack of papers he had nearby to where he stored his briefcase. Popping open the briefcase, he slipped the papers inside along with a few other items before closing it once more.

"Are you going out?" Y/N asked, peering up from the tablet she had in hand, one of many NXX cases up on the screen.

"Yes." He replied, focusing on gathering the items he needed. "I should be back before you get off though."

“Oh, okay...”

Once he finished grabbing everything he needed, he looked over everything once more before turning to his partner.

The girl softly smiled up at him, however, the smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. His heart ached to see her smile. He knew why it was there, but he couldn’t do anything to fix it, at least not now.

With an apologetic smile, he approached her briefly and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be back soon.” He murmured, lips brushing against her soft skin.

Guiding her out of his office and locking the door, Artem left the firm.

Hours passed and it was late when the brunette stepped foot back into the office. All the lights throughout the building had long since been turned off, except for one. A small frown formed on his lips as he approached the building and entered the elevator.

She surely wouldn't be here at this hour... right? Artem thought to himself.

Of course, he had told her that before he left he would try to be back before she got off for the day. After all, he wanted to go on their little dinner date as much as she did. So he tried and tried to fix the issue with his client as fast and efficiently as he could. However, his attempts to get back before their scheduled date time were in vain. Before the clock on his phone even had time to move forward, when he noticed how late it was and how much of a standstill his work was at, he quickly sent her a text to go on home for the evening after work.

The sun had already disappeared from the sky and the moon replaced it when Artem was finally able to leave. He sighed disappointedly, slipping behind the wheel of his car, leaning back in the leather seat tiredly once the door closed behind him.

He would just have to make it up to her, he decided.

As he drove back to the office to gather the remainder of his things, he thought of how to make it up to her. Flowers and a fancy dinner? A relaxing date to one of her favorite places?

Before he knew it, his car pulled into the parking lot for the firm and began his way up to his floor. The sole of his shoe loudly and impatiently tapped against the stone flooring of the otherwise quiet elevator, the relatively short ride felt longer than normal tonight.

His frown deepened when the elevator door opened and he saw the lights turned on in the last area he wanted to see them.

“Y/N?” He called out.

His long legs moved swiftly around the office, quickly closing the distance between himself and Y/N’s desk. His pace slowed as he neared her, a feeling he only got with her tugged at his heart as he caught his first glimpse of her face.

Even with her disheveled appearance, from what he could only assume was from her being hunched over her desk, she was still the most beautiful person he had laid eyes on. Her brows that furrowed as she focused on work were now relaxed along with the rest of her face. A look of peaceful bliss was etched into her expression.

“What am I going to do with you?” He murmured to himself,

Quietly, Artem slipped off his blazer and placed the warm fabric on her shoulders. Almost like it was second nature to her, Y/N hummed at the newfound warmth before curling her head in the direction of the familiar scent.

“Y/N, love...”

His callused fingertips gently grazed her skin as he reached over her figure and swept the loose hairs from her face.

“Artem?” She managed out tiredly, her eyes glazed over with sleep as they opened. “You’re back?”

“Yes...” he replied, a small frown on his lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t get back in time for our dinner plans.”

“It’s okay.” Still half-asleep, she softly smiled up at him. “We can always go another time.”

How he didn’t deserve her...

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He said softly, a determined glint in his eyes. “Firstly, let’s get you home.”

➤ A/N: Not proud of that ending but I was going to drive myself insane if I didn’t force myself to finish this off somehow. I’ll most definitely give this a re-write in the future.

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[spoops-screams]

| Giving

Character(s): Marius Von hagen

TW: Insecurity mention

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || This isn't meant to make sense, I just want to kiss him

"MC-!" Marius whined at you, cheeks flushed a bright pink as he gave a very half hearted attempt to push your hands away from them, his eyes averted as if it would calm the raging blush on his cheeks if he couldn't see you looking at him with such a purely affectionate expression.

"But-" You pressed a kiss to his forehead. "you're-" Another to his cheek. "so-" one to his other cheek. "precious." You planted a final kiss to his lips, smiling into the kiss as you felt him kiss back. It was a wonder how he would be so flirty and cocky one second and then shy away from your affection the next.

You pulled away from him, hands still cradling his cheeks as you rested your forehead against his, eyes focused on him and the shy quirk of the corner of his lips into a smile, almost a shy smirk with how one corner of his lips almost automatically quirked up more than the other.

He actually looked you in the eyes this time, eyes brimming with a warm adoration that had you melting. He closed his eyes for a second as he let out a light laugh and leaned more comfortably against you.

"How do you always manage to leave me a complete mess but I can't manage to do the same to you?" His eyes open nearing the end of his question. Its light hearted but there's still a slight sorrowful edge to it as he asks, his sadness at being unable as of yet to have you in the same state you manage to reduce him into somewhat disheartening for someone like him who wanted to give you as much as you gave him and yet always seemed to be on the recieving end of more than he gave.

You laughed softly yourself at this. "Marius, trust me, you don't understand the amount of self restraint it takes me not to fall into your arms every time I come over."

His smirk comes back full force but with a softer edge to it, still accentuated by the splash of colour on his cheeks. "I wouldn't mind that."

Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💕

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[alstroemeriadissonance]

NXX Turns into Cat - Part 1 (Meowrius)

Each NXX duder turns into a cat. Everyone else—Rosa, mostly—deals with the mess.

Separate Timelines for each NXX duder.

Hijinks and absolute pettiness (pun intended) ensue.

The same thing has been happening in the conference room, yet again.

The din of rising voices escalated gradually at every exchanged line, the argument easily becoming the focus of this week’s meeting. Eventually all the preparations for the meeting: the data projected against the wall, printouts of confidential data, softcopies meant to be pushed to each attendee’s devices—all became worthless.

Even under the dimmed lights of the conference room Marius could easily pick out the shrugging of Rosa’s shoulders; Luke had also quit bothering to be surreptitious with playing his mobile game, even laying his phone flat on the table, its screen showing miniature soldiers fighting for dominance in yet another tower defense game.

“I am telling you right now, Richter, the course of action you are proposing is unwise. Someone has to stay and process the data here in the Headquarters, and the best candidate to do that will be the owner of the sys—”

An elegant, yet seething voice cut in. “If you were listening for the past hour, Wing, I did say that the manual input required for this case is very minimal, and that it can easily be done remotely.”

“You are just looking for excuses to run off with my junior, and as her boss I do not—”

Marius’s ears started to tune out the bickering between the two oldest NXX members, who unfortunately also acted most childishly whenever the point of contention involved a certain someone.

He sighed as he shifted in his seat, uncrossing and crossing his legs. The meeting has been running for more than an hour now, and yet very little has been achieved. 

God. Let this end already. 

The pile of printed documents—all bearing important, confidential information handed to them under the table by Captain Darius Morgan—remained untouched; a good indicator as to how much time had been wasted within the confines of the NXX conference room.

Oddly enough Marius remained reticent all throughout; he kept to himself ever since they started to convene for their regular meeting. 

Usually he would’ve joined the fray, or oftentimes even start the bickering; but all Marius had been doing for the past hour and a half was stare at Rosa, who sat across from him at the conference table. 

One of his hands propped up his chin as he made googoo eyes at her—which the junior lawyer deliberately ignored, her eyes stubbornly glued to the holographic display projected onto the glass wall—while his other hand fiddled with cloth charm that he received a couple of days ago under very, very strange circumstances.

“I just need to hold on to this while making my wish, huh.” Marius’s quiet voice was easily drowned out by the argument now made worse with Luke joining in. His eyes were still glued to his favorite Missy Lawyer, wishing and hoping she’d spare him a glance; maybe even throw him just a crumb of acknowledgement. 

Yet Rosa was still hellbent on ignoring Marius, still upset at the relentless teasing he did while they were waiting for Vyn to arrive at the Headquarters’ lounge before the meeting started. 

Everything had come to a head when he, still riding that exhilarating high he usually experienced whenever he was around her, saw it fit to steal her packed lunch of chicken nuggets and fries.

Then proceeding to eat each and every piece in front of her. 

Marius had meant to buy her a new lunch out of the goodness of his heart—that way she’d have something fresh and hot when lunchtime came—yet he just had to run his mouth and made his already vile deed worse several magnitudes over by proclaiming she deserved something better, maybe cooked by one of the chefs under his family’s employ, believing that the chicken nuggets were merely bought from some fast food joint nearby.

As it turned out, Rosa herself cooked the nuggets, and was particularly proud of how she managed to pull off a certain fast food joint’s secret recipe.

Needless to say, he accidentally wounded her pride in the worst way possible.

How do I make her look at me again? His fingers flipped the small silk charm in his hand over and over, as he looked at her with such pining. Can’t stand the thought of letting the day end without her forgiving me for being such a dumbass.

He sighed once again. 

It seemed that all he could do at this point was to merely sigh. 

No longer seeing the point of the meeting, Marius took out the silken charm from underneath the table, placing it on the glass surface so he could appreciate its details: A cartoonish depiction of a rotund calico cat was embroidered onto the pink silk; Marius found it extremely endearing, for something that had been promised to him as a precious artifact powerful enough to grant wishes.

I wonder…

===

Two days  ago.

“Mr. Von Hagen! Mr. Von Hagen!”

Normally, Marius would ignore any unfamiliar voice who called for him, striding faster in an effort to get away from yet another enterprising distant whoever who saw it fit to take their chances with the ‘young, impressionable Von Hagen’. 

Yet this time, Marius immediately stopped and turned around to face the man, for one simple reason: They were both in the corridor leading to his own bedroom. 

Which meant that the total stranger managed to get past their usually formidable security and infiltrate his family’s private residence. 

Marius was ready to deck the man who dared —and probably whoever was in today’s security detail—but he stopped dead in his tracks the moment he laid his eyes on the little man who trailed him.

To say that the little man was strangely attired was a severe understatement: a voluminous red silken belted robe over loose black trousers; the entire outfit topped off with a black silk ceremonial cap sporting a long tail that trailed along the short man’s back.

The entire costume wasn’t too outrageous by Marius’s standards—he vaguely recognized it from the depictions of Japanese shrine priests he’d seen on television—but the fact that there was a Japanese shrine priest lurking in his home had him pinching the side of his arm to check if he was dreaming or snoozing in the middle of a particularly boring board meeting.

“No, no. This is no dream, I can assure you, Mr. Von Hagen,” the strange looking man simpered. “I am only here to make a delivery. Yes.”

Having had his share of dubious gifts sent his way, Marius had to raise his hand in objection. “Whoa. Hold on there.” He gave the other man a once-over. He wasn’t carrying anything that could be taken as a particularly expensive gift; both of the man’s hands were empty. Maybe there’s a small jewelry box hidden somewhere in those huge sleeves? He threw a cursory glance at the man’s clothing, including the voluminous trousers made of flowy fabric. Maybe something jade?

The Shinto priest’s eyes further narrowed into slits; his mouth curved in a sly grin. “If you are looking for anything suspicious, you will find nothing. No.” His hand finally slipped into one of his trousers’ side pockets, producing a flat embroidered flat silken pouch sealed on one end with an elaborate knot. “This. Take it.” 

Tiny hands grabbed Marius’s closed fist, planting the silk charm onto his palm and closing his fingers over it. “The girl wished for you the best. She is a kind, pure soul.” The priest’s grin widened further. “You are lucky, yes. She got the best luck; she chose to give it away. To you.”

This is getting ridiculous. Marius slipped his own hand into his pocket, pressing the hidden side button of his smartphone designed only to be used whenever his life in his danger; and this was a good moment for him to believe he was indeed in danger: someone snuck into a place where he is most vulnerable, whose behavior was too unpredictable that Marius may probably not be able to talk his way out of it should things go horribly south.

“To use this charm, just hold it in your right hand and make a wish. That’s it. Easy peasy .”

“Hang on. Who sent this? Who’s ‘she’?”

“Eheheh. That, Mr. Von Hagen, is a trade secret.” Marius could almost make out a flashing of teeth as the man grinned. “An exchange of favors, then? Yes?”

Marius gulped. He had listened to many proposals enough for him to know that agreeing to anything with this sort of person, even verbally, was dangerous.

“I’m just asking who she is. Not interested in making a blind deal, old man.”

The device was supposed to send the closest security to his location within a matter of a single minute or less; yet Marius found himself still talking—and trying to suss out more details on the gift and the identity of the sender—for way longer than a few minutes and yet no one has arrived yet.

Shit. Did he…?

No. Impossible.

“...like I said, Mr. Von Hagen, if there is no exchange, then I am honor-bound not to let you know who she is, no.” 

“Alright. Okay, how about this, then. How the hell did you manage to get here?”

“I have my ways, yes.”

Marius had a few choice words for that kind of sassy reply—some people actually did pull that on him—yet he was briefly distracted by a small flash of light off the other end of the corridor behind the suspicious man, his eyes only leaving him for a few seconds. “Wait—what hap—”

Then, a flick of a bushy tail in the shadows.

“—pened…”

When he set his sights back to where the priest stood, there was no other soul in the otherwise empty corridor but his. 

A few seconds later frantic footsteps thumped across the carpet; security had finally arrived, and each and every one of them swore that only less than a minute passed between them receiving his distress signal and their arrival at the scene.

A later review of CCTV footage revealed that Marius was standing by himself in the corridor for a few moments; no one was with him, strange-looking little man or otherwise.

Marius had then chalked the hallucination up to work fatigue.

But the silk charm was still in his fist.

===

Loud scuffling sounds pulled Marius away from his reverie. Artem and Vyn would have already traded blows, if it weren’t for Luke restraining Artem by holding onto his arms and Rosa doing the same to Vyn, trying her hardest not to let go. 

Look at her. Wish she’d hold on to me like that, Marius idly mused as he ran his thumb across the charm’s smooth fabric, conveniently ignoring the context behind why Rosa was clinging to the doctor’s arms. I wish she’d hold me, tell me I’m a good boy …

…

…

…

“Meow.”

===

“What the actual fuck.”

Luke ran towards Marius’s chair. “Marius. God fucking damnit I can’t deal with your stupid jokes right now.” His voice came out strangled in utter frustration as he stared at the slate gray-colored cat sitting on a pile of Marius’s discarded clothing, heaped haphazardly all over the latter’s seat. “This is the worst time to be pulling jokes, Marius. Come out now, or I’ll make sure the Von Hagens won’t have their next generation.”

Vyn let out an inelegant snort. “I suppose our squabbling bored him. If you only listened to reason, Wing, instead of forcing onto me your insecurities—”

“All of us can see through you, Richter—”

Luke had had enough. “Hey, Watson. Remember how we fixed this kind of problem back in middle school?”

“Wait what do you mean—oh.” Rosa's lips slowly cracked into a smile as comprehension dawned on her. “Yeah. How we always solved quarrels in the playground back then?” She winked. “Let’s do it, for old time’s sake.”

“That’s my Watson. On the count of three, then… One.” Luke cracked his gloved knuckles. “Two.”

Artem and Vyn, both too preoccupied with each other, failed to notice the other two sneaking into position behind them: Luke once again behind Artem, and Rosa slinking into Vyn’s shadow.

“Three..”

Luke and Rosa both grabbed and pulled the back of the other two’s collars, then—not giving Artem nor Vyn any chance to react—collided Artem’s and Vyn’s heads against each other’s with such force, that the impact produced a thud sound loud enough to make Rosa wince.

Vyn let out a scathing string of unheard-of curses; Artem held his throbbing, stinging forehead quietly as he doubled over in pain.

“Right. Have you guys had enough already?” Luke crossed his arms, glaring at his older colleagues carefully rubbing at the red, swollen lumps forming on their foreheads. “I would have just stuffed both of you in a Get Along shirt, but I never expected I’d see use of it in a room full of adults, so I don’t have one in my pocket.” He jerked his thumb towards the cat now rolling on the glass conference table. “Can we now move on to whatever shit Marius just pulled?”

Vyn let out a long, pained sigh. He was about to retort, but bit back his words as soon as he realized that it was Rosa who pushed his head towards Artem’s. “Fine,” he snapped. “Let us review the security footage in the server room.”

===

Yet looping the footage that captured the exact moment when Marius was replaced with a cat yielded absolutely nothing. “It’s not even edited,” Luke murmured as he ran that particular clip in his own laptop over and over, at the same time checking for any telltale irregularities in the footage’s metadata in a separate window. “The video is clean.”

Artem walked over to Luke and peered at the detective’s screen. “If it’s clean, then what does that mean about whatever Marius did?”

Luke merely shrugged. “I’m at a loss. Either Marius really did disappear, or…” He craned his neck to look outside the server room door, right at the spot where Marius’s seat was located. “Is there a trap door…? Vyn?”

However, Vyn wasn’t paying attention to their review of the footage—which he himself proposed—and was instead in the middle of a hushed conversation with Rosa, while Luke and Artem were busy trying to make heads or tails of Marius’s disappearance. “He looks like a Russian Blue,” Luke heard Vyn whisper as the doctor peered at the wide-eyed slender cat currently ensconced in her arms, purring loudly as it licked its paw. “Color-wise, he is a Marius -like cat indeed.”

She giggled. “He acts very Marius too.” 

“With how he bit my finger? Yes.” Vyn concurred, as if he wasn’t talking to someone who played a big part in inflicting the unsightly bump on his forehead. “Mayhap this is really Marius. If so, I very much prefer him to stay in this form.”

“Hey, Vyn, can you please stop flirting with Rosa for a second and work with me?” Luke groused, almost about to lose it himself. If Vyn pushed even a bit further, his trained fist may even find its way to the doctor’s irritatingly pretty face. “Please?” 

Vyn tsk-ed. “I was merely staying out of your way,” he muttered as he approached Luke. “Well?”

Luke tapped onto the CCTV screen that displayed the portion of the floor underneath Marius’s chair. “I was going to ask if this basement allows for things like trapdoors.”

Silver hair oscillated as Vyn shook his head. “Impossible. As you said, this is the basement. There are no other floors underneath, only this building’s foundation and the bedrock it is anchored to.”

Luke buried his face in his hands. Well then. 

“I…I don’t have anything else to say. That cat,” he pointed to the one now purring loudly in Rosa’s arms, “Is Marius. Unless I am mistaken. Whatever.” He threw up his hands, pulling away from the CCTV panel after he tucked his laptop underneath his arm, slinking out of the server room. “I give up. Just call me when I’m needed.”

The detective silently gathered his things and noped out of NXX Headquarters.

“Um. Mr. Wing? Dr. Richter?” Rosa piped up as she watched the two men gather their own things after Luke. “What do I do with Marius here?”

Artem looked at the cat warily. “My apartment building does not allow for pets, unfortunately.”

“I cannot take care of a pet,” Vyn said a little too quickly. “I have too much on my plate right now. But for you, Rosa, I can explore other options that we could take. Like surrendering the cat to a shelter—”

“NO!” Rosa tightened her hold on the gray cat, its small vibrating body now pressed firmly against her chest. “We will not hand Marius over to a shelter. You hear me? No!”

“Rosa, listen to reason, please.” Artem started to loosely fold the Pax acting CEO’s garments, slipping them inside a foldaway shopping bag he always kept in his briefcase in case of any sudden grocery runs. “A shelter will attend to a cat’s needs better than a busy attorney who lives alone.”

Her eyes narrowed into slits. “Ohh, so if it’s against Marius, both of you know how to agree with each other.” She shifted her hold on the cat, letting it nuzzle and lick her chin. “I’ll be taking care of him then.”

Rosa gently slipped her hands underneath the cat’s front legs and held it out in front of her. “Aren’t you such a cutie pie?” she cooed in a singsong voice. “I’ll take you home tonight!”

The cat squirmed a little in her grasp. “Nyaa.”

Hearing those words—and finally understanding just how intent his rose was in looking after the cat’s welfare—Vyn said, “Let me drive you to the nearest pet—”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this Dr. Richter!” Rosa cut in with a forced cheer as she gathered her things with one arm; her other arm already full of purring cat. “Do your stuff!”

Artem also could not help but take his chances to see if he could outdo Vyn this time. “I can help you with that, Ro—”

“Nuh-uh!” Rosa interrupted her boss with as much forced enthusiasm as she did with the doctor, already well on her way towards the door. “I know you’re also swamped with work, Mr. Wing. Don’t worry about me, this is all taken care of.” She winked as she pushed open the heavy glass door with her hips.

Then, under her breath: “Assholes.”

===

An hour’s worth of pet supplies shopping later.

Rosa finally made it to her apartment, flopping onto her sofa as soon as she reached her living room. The cat—which she already called Marius, even if the veracity of the cat being him was still debatable—then proceeded to jump onto the carpet. It rubbed its warm, purring body against her calves that ached after all the walking she did, while carrying a cat and several shopping bags, at the same time. 

“Meow.”

She reached down to give it a few chin scritches. “You’re cute, Marius.” The cat then let out another mewl of delight, then rolled onto his back, as if beckoning Rosa to touch its fluffy belly.

“This isn’t a trap, is it?” Rosa said, as if she was certain that Marius could understand her even in its feline form.

“Myaa.”

Rosa exhaled, then proceeded to tempt fate by running a hand across its belly…which promptly sprung the cat trap, as she initially expected. 

All four paws ‘captured’ her hand, with the forepaws dragging sharp claws across the skin near her wrist.

“Ow! I knew it—” Rosa hissed in pain, rubbing at the growing welts on her scratch-streaked skin. “You’re still a gremlin, no matter what form.” 

Grumbling, she pushed herself off the sofa then—after dabbing alcohol onto her shallow cat-inflicted scratches—set out to do her chores before tiredness could latch onto her for the rest of the night.

After a few minutes she managed to lay out everything a cat may need for a week’s stay: assorted cat food, litter box with a bag of litter sand, a few cat toys, among other sundry cat care items. “I think that’s about it.” Rosa then turned towards Marius, intending to let the cat familiarize itself with the location of the litter box. 

However, it wasn’t by the foot of the sofa where she last saw it. “Marius?”

No response.

Refusing to give in to panic worsened by fatigue—there was no reason for her to worry: her apartment was perfectly sealed and there were no open windows, not even gaps underneath her door that even the sneakiest cat could slip through—Rosa took a deep breath and counted 10 to 1 slowly to calm herself down, just as Dr. Richter had instructed her after he witnessed her losing utter shit in front of him not too long ago.

She crept to the kitchen, thinking that the remnants of last night’s chicken nuggets may have attracted its attention. “Marius?” 

There was still no hide nor hair of cat to be found, even as she moved the oven so she could peek behind it. “Marius…don’t you like chicken?” 

She remembered just how upset she was for the stunt he pulled with her chicken nuggets this morning; yet Rosa was already more than willing to forgive Marius as long as she could find the cat safe and not caught up in something that could harm or injure it. “Marius?”

“Mrowr.” The sound was faint, and quite a few ways away from where she stood. 

Is Marius upstairs?

Rosa quickly made her way towards her upstairs loft bedroom, making sure to proceed slowly with light footfalls to avoid startling the feline. “Marius…”

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as soon as she turned on the bedroom lights.

There was Marius, indeed, in all his slate-gray furry glory…perched on an opened drawer full of her underwear and lingerie.

Draped over its head were her still unused red silk panties, which she bought with the intention of having something to use...in the event of something spicy possibly happening during a totally platonic, just friends only date. 

“Meow.”

“MARIUS. VON. HAGEN. PUT IT BACK. NOW.” Rosa, utterly mortified, lunged towards the cat without thinking. 

“MROWR!”

Her loudly expressed humiliation may have started the Marius-cat; it jumped out of her reach, her silken panties still wrapped around its body even as it dashed downstairs. 

“Marius!” Her face burning red with shame, Rosa clambered down after him in an effort to retrieve her Just in Case underwear. “Come back here!” Agony saturated her embarrassed cries. “PLEASE!”

“Mrowr.” Still intent on hiding away from Rosa and possibly any perceived hostility aimed towards it, the cat hopped onto the windowsill, trying to wedge itself between the glass wall and a large crystal vase full of water and freshly-cut roses.

Oh no. No. No!!

Her cries of “Marius” were completely drowned out by the sound of glass shattering onto the floor; myriad glittering pieces clattering across the smooth linoleum.

===

“Heya. Um. Luke?” 

“...Hahaha what?” Rosa found herself laughing despite having traces of tears running down her cheeks. “You totally expected this to happen?”

A smile slowly formed on her lips as she listened to her childhood friend through her phone’s speaker. “Don’t tell me you’ve been hanging around waiting for me to call you.” A pause. “What?”

She laughed again as Luke told her that yes, he had been on a stake out in a nearby convenience store for a couple of hours as he waited for her SOS.

“Whew. I love you Luke,” she told her childhood friend, drunk in such utter relief. “You’re a lifesaver. Come on up, I’ll leave the door open for you.”

Her mood had lifted considerably as soon as she cut the call, placing the phone beside her on the sofa.

She then took a deep breath and buried her face in her hands, staying put on the sofa as she waited for Luke. Right. In a few minutes Luke will be here with some warm food, and he’ll help out with the clean-up…

Rosa stayed in that position—face in hands, breathing slowly and deeply—until she heard a slightly morose “Mrowr.”

After taking one last deep breath, Rosa peeled her hands away from her face, allowing herself to look at the gray cat sitting by her feet. It was no longer wearing her sinful panties—they must have been dropped somewhere as the cat scampered around for a hiding place—and instead had a piece of leftover chicken nugget clamped between its jaws.

Marius-cat then placed the chicken nugget by her feet.

“Meow.” It looked at her with wide, blown-out pupils, as if begging for attention.

Or  forgiveness?

“Oh, you.” Relenting, she picked up the gray cat by the scruff and let it perch on her lap. “Are you trying to say sorry, Marius?”

“Mrrr.” It rubbed its body against her stomach, then promptly curled up on her thighs. The barely-there vibration of its satisfied purring soothed Rosa somewhat, and she gathered the cat into her arms, holding it close against her bosom.

“You think a chicken nugget is enough for me to forgive you?” A fingertip gently booped its pink, moist nose. “Nuh-uh. You have to behave, Marius. Not even being a cute cat gives you a pass!”

“Myaa.”

Rosa giggled. “Oh you.” She nuzzled the top of its head, cooing at him gently as she relished the soft fur tickling her nose. “You’re such a good boy after all, giving me that nugg—”

Neither Rosa nor Marius—Marius von Hagen, human—could comprehend what exactly happened, but there he was, in all his naked glory, lying over Rosa’s lap.

Both of them were too stunned to even react. 

Rosa, in particular, was too stunned to even properly react to having a totally naked man, with all bits accounted for, on the same sofa as her.

Being a bit too large for the furniture, Marius’s arm dangled over the edge of the upholstery, his hand chancing upon something smooth that got caught in his fingers when he—in a rare flash of clarity—saw it fit to cover his delicate bits with both of his hands.

The sight of smooth, vivid red—Rosa’s missing panties—making contact with Marius’s manhood was the catalyst for the night’s climax.

Rosa screamed into high heavens, her brain now on the fritz with shock and humiliation. She frantically pushed and kicked Marius to the carpet. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY PANTIES?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!! I DON’T KNOW!!” Marius cried out as he shielded himself from Rosa’s frenzied kicking with one arm, his other arm desperately trying to protect what remained of his now shredded dignity. “I DON’T KNOW!!”

This was the tableau that greeted Luke as soon as he stepped into Rosa’s apartment.

===

Back in the NXX Headquarters, Conference Room. The next day.

“Miiiiissssssy. Look at me, pleaaaaase,” Marius groveled in front of Rosa, who was seated in her usual swivel chair, arms crossed and still refusing to look at him. “I didn’t mean it! I swear. God.”

There were many conspicuous traces of mauling evident on his person: several patches of gauze taped over particularly bad cuts—some of them Vyn had to redo himself as they were shoddily done by the same person who doled out the injuries—and medical tape wound over a portion of his left hand that for some reason held Rosa’s unspeakable scrap of garment all throughout the thrashing.

Marius laid down on his back by Rosa's feet as he continued to grovel, as if he was still a cat begging for a belly rub. “MISSY. PLEASE.”

A few paces the three other men looked on at the pathetic exchange unfolding right in front of them, with varying degrees of indifference on their faces.

“I told Rosa Marius would be better off living the rest of his life as a cat,” Vyn whispered as he watched, with barely held back amusement, Rosa’s mule-clad foot jab at one of Marius’s bandaged cheeks. “But even as a cat the brat still manages to be an absolute imp. Incredible.”

Luke shook his head. “Nah, it’s better that he’s back to normal.”

Vyn had to raise an eyebrow. “Interesting. I thought you hated Marius.”

“I can see why,” Artem passively watched as Rosa tried to flip Marius over with both her feet. “Kicking a cat is a criminal offense.”

“Aaaand Marius is fair game.” Luke said, with finality.

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[iceysghost]

gold for artem?

GOLD 》 luxury, prestige, elegance

◇ He gives you a new set of glittering jewelry.

COLORS OF ROMANCE EVENT

Artem Wing x Female! Reader

Word Count: 819 words

Trigger/Content Warning: kissing

“Your tieclip, it’s so pretty.”

A quiet whisper, only five words; a whisper enough to make his heart beat quicker. Your hand tugged on his tie while you sat on top of him.

Comfort lied in how the law firm, often busy and unrelenting, was now quiet. It was a safe space, his lap, in his office, the two of you alone in the building as the city lights shone through the glass.

“Hm?”

ARTEM, leaning into his office chair, gripped your cheek. 

“It's the same as your cufflinks, isn’t it? They look like your eyes.”

“Do you think so?”

“Mhm. Or, it can go the other way. Your eyes look like sapphires.”

“You think my eyes look like sapphires?”

He proved your point further as his albeit tired eyes seemed to light up. You could see so much in them: the bright sky, the night sky, the deep sea. Once a glimmer hit them, you saw the fluffy clouds, the twinkling stars, and the way the moon’s reflection bounces off the calm waves. You saw the world in his eyes, your world, your future.

“Yeah, I do think so. Your eyes are beautiful.”

“Never as beautiful as yours.” he hummed.

You pulled his tie. He focused so much on the sensation of his tie being pulled that he didn’t notice your face moving closer to his.

You gave him a gentle, simple kiss. He wanted more, more of you, and ran his tongue over your lips. And who were you to refuse?

His office is messier now, you thought, as you walked around, looking for one of your files, waiting for Artem to get back from lunch. You tidied it up a bit, cleaned the empty coffee cups, took out the trash, putting stuff into its respective drawers....

A box caught your eye. It didn’t seem to belong in an office. Covered in black velvet, almost flat—

“[Name], you’re here.”

Your head snapped back at him and you shut the drawer with a loud boom. 

“Ah, Artem!’ you exclaimed.

He brisked towards you.

“Something wrong?”

“No, nothing!”

Your eyes flit to the drawer. What would happen if he found out you were looking through his stuff?

“Ah...” he sighed, “it seems you’ve found it.”

“Found it? what do you mean?” you smiled awkwardly.

He bent down and opened the drawer. The black velvet box was now in the palm of his hand.

“I was planning on giving this later, but I guess now wouldn’t be too bad.”

He opened the box to reveal a glittering, gold necklace. A deep, blue sapphire pendant sat in the middle. His eyes, it looks like his eyes.

“I suppose you’re thinking it looks like my eyes, yes?”

The events of last week flashed through your mind. His eyes, like the sky, the sea, and his lips as soft as pillows.

“Is that why you—?”

“I thought, maybe, if you really felt like my eyes looked like sapphires, maybe you could carry a piece of me with you.”

You looked up at him. This necklace was beautiful, so beautiful, but nothing beat the smile in his real eyes, the pink of his cheeks, and the way the parts of his face sat perfectly together to make his classic, slightly flustered face.

“Artem, you...”

You touched the pendant. It ran smoothly over your finger.

“Thank you.”

“Would you like me to put it on for you?”

You agreed and turned around. the necklace was cold, but as you glanced at it, it looked and felt as if it fit perfectly on you.

His fingers grazed your nape, making the hairs on it stand up, and even more so when his lips graced your skin.

“Artem, this is the office, they’ll see...”

One firm hand on your waist, the other on your shoulder, he kissed your nape and sucked on it lightly. You had to cover your mouth to stifle a moan. The necklace was the last thing on your mind. Since when was he so needy, so clingy, that even in the office he’d do such things?

Knock knock. You froze.

“Who is it?” he asked calmly.

“Celestine here, lunch break’s over. Here’re the files.”

You frantically pulled away from him. He walked over to Celestine at the door and received the files. You sighed in relief, as she didn’t seem to pick up on anything, until right before she stepped out of the door...

“[Name], care to help me handle one of my clients?” she looked at you.

“Ah, sure!”

You looked back at Artem. He stared with a look of confusion.

You followed Celestine outside. The moment the door shut she held the both of your shoulders and shook you violently.

“Nice necklace you’ve got there.”

She let go and walked off.

“But what about the—”

“There is no client, [Name]. Just wanted to tell you how nice that looks on you!”

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[imongmamabitch]

Mornings (Artem Wing x Male Reader)

notes... part two of the diluc fic should be soon, sorry!

contains... male reader, mornings with artem wing, cooking breakfast

Waking up to Artem’s sleepy face in the morning is something you love to see. The sun was shining through the curtains, making him glow like he was a drop of sun himself. Which to you, he was. You move a stray lock of hair away from his face and smile. ‘He looks so peaceful.’ you thought to yourself, admiring your beloved partner.

Dark spots under his eyes indicate the late nights he’d been working. You wished he would stop overworking himself so much. While you were deep in thought, you didn’t notice that Artem had already woken up. “Good morning.” He said in a groggy voice, burying himself into your neck. “Good morning to you too.” you greet back, “How did you sleep?”

“Well.” he responded, burying himself further into your neck. “I was thinking I would make breakfast today.” you tell him as you were  playing with his hair, “It’s the least I could do for you.” He smiles against your neck, “A breakfast made by my boyfriend sounds great.”

“You have to let your boyfriend go for him to make you breakfast though.” you smiled cheekily, attempting to pull away from your boyfriend. He just groaned and pulled you back to him, “Noooo.” You laugh, “Darling, I can’t make you breakfast from here.” He pulls you closer, “Five more minutes.”

It took you an hour to be free from him to cook breakfast.

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[my-soul-sings]

what’s wrong with secretary kim: ch 4

Fandom: Tears of Themis Characters: Vincent Kim, Marius von Hagen (not shipped)

Summary: Five times Vincent Kim put up with his boss’ antics, and one time he didn’t.

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4

You can read this on AO3! See the replies to this post for the AO3 link.

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He Hates Working Overtime... But Not Always

Organising Marius’ calendar might just be the most tedious and difficult aspect of Vincent’s job. 

It took a full day, but he’s finally done adding the latest flood of appointments to the master schedule. It’s completely packed for up to the next six months, and Vincent even took pains to plan the schedule down to the minute. Naturally, he also factored in buffer time in between his appointments, and left room for any last-minute cancellations or last-minute appointments. 

Vincent can only wonder how Marius is able to handle this much responsibility at his age. Being the CEO of Pax Group is certainly no walk in the park. 

That is, until he’s struck by an act of God and is reminded that Marius isn’t always the most responsible CEO around. 

Exhibit A is happening right at this moment. 

“Vincent, cancel all my meetings for today,” Marius tells him over the phone, which has Vincent doing a double-take.

“What?”

“Cancel all my meetings for today.”

“...Sorry, I must have misheard. Would you mind saying that again?” 

“Vincent, I know you heard me that time.”

“I did, but— wait— you mean, everything? You’re cancelling everything?”

Marius has the audacity to sigh. “Yes. Everything.”

“But— But why? You have a conference call with the vice-president of Boogle in fifteen minutes, a lunch with the directors of Tinysoft, a meeting with the board of directors after lunch and then a meeting with the mayor of Stellis at 4pm. You’re telling me to cancel on all of these people?”

“Yes. Just reschedule with them. Actually—I can do the conference call while driving, so leave that.” 

Just reschedule, the man says, as if the deed can be done with nothing more than a snap of the finger.

“I will call them immediately,” Vincent tells him, “but may I ask the reason for this sudden cancellation? They will need a good explanation.”

“I just can’t, okay? I’m busy.”

“And what are you so busy with that you have to cancel on people who booked appointments with you more than a month in advance?”

“Well…” 

Vincent has heard that sheepish tone before, and knows it can only mean one thing. Taking in a deep breath, he braces himself for an incredibly stupid reason for Marius’ sudden outburst this terrible morning. 

“She’s having her, err, monthly… lady problems.”

Vincent’s tone instantly falls flat — this isn’t the first time Marius has employed this excuse. “Can’t someone else take care of her? Shouldn’t she know how to manage by now given how… often she deals with this?” he suggests, while nervously eyeing the time on his watch and the master schedule currently displayed on his computer.

“Her cramps are so bad that she can’t leave the house to get pills to ease the pain. She can’t even get water for herself because she can’t walk. I’m her boyfriend. The least I can do is take care of her when she needs me, especially when she’s living alone.”

“The company needs you too—”

“I know, but this is an emergency. Please, Vincent. Reschedule the other appointments for me?” 

It’s not like Vincent can decline. So, like the faithful secretary he is, he simply replies politely as always. 

“I will. Leave it to me.”

“Thanks, Vincent. I appreciate it. Truly.” 

The line cuts, and Vincent sinks into his chair, looking like the world is about to end. 

But, there is no time for him to sit around and be depressed. Vincent quickly gets his act together and starts frantically searching for the numbers of the people he needs to call. 

***

After many rounds of apologising profusely and getting an earful (or basically getting yelled at) over the phone, the deed is finally done. Vincent returns his gaze to the calendar that he had planned so perfectly, and which is now going to take him a whole night to reorganise. 

He feels a sudden urge to throw a chair at his computer, but instead, he wisely chooses to get up and take a walk. Maybe some air will cool him off. That, and a bottle of hard liquor. 

But his evening plans are foiled when he receives a call on his work phone. As expected, it’s from his boss. 

Vincent ponders whether or not to pick up for two rings, but on the third ring he relents and reluctantly answers. Curse him and his strong sense of responsibility. 

“Is there anything else you need, young master?” he asks, sounding pleasant and professional as always. Sometimes he thinks he has a talent for this — perhaps a career switch to acting might be in order.

“Hey Vincent, sorry to call you at this time. Would you mind swinging by the convenience store and picking up some pads to deliver to her place?” 

The secretary’s composed tone falters slightly. “Sure... Is there a picture of the brand that she usually buys? How many does she need?”

There’s a pause and some muffled voices in the background before Marius speaks again. “I’ll send you a picture of it. Maybe get two packs?” 

“Will do. Is there anything else you would like me to bring?” 

“Hmm… how about some condoms?” 

He wonders if the condoms are so Marius can continue to fuck up his life even more. At this point, he’s partially resigned to his fate. “S-Sure…”

“I’m just kidding.” The young man bursts into laughter and Vincent is too relieved to get mad at him. “Just the pads will do. Thanks, Vincent.” 

“You’re very welcome. I will be there by 9. Is there anything else you need, young master?”

“Nope, thanks a lot Vincent. Appreciate your help today.”

He hangs up then, and Vincent stares at his phone for a second before exhaling like a deflated balloon. Well, the only thing he can’t complain about is the fact that at least Marius shows his appreciation and thanks him for the shit he puts him through. 

Still, it doesn’t change the fact that Vincent has his work cut out for him tonight. 

Just as despair begins to sink in, a brilliant idea pops into his head, and his imminent gloom begins to wash away. 

As faithful as he may be, this secretary isn’t about to take this much shit lying down without making sure he returns the favour. 

 ***

“Good evening, young master. I brought the items like you requested.” 

“Thanks Vincent. Woah, that’s a pretty big box you got there.”

“Of course, I wanted to make sure there was enough.” 

Marius blinks twice at him, seeming to notice the slightly sinister undertone in his secretary’s voice. Eventually, he finds the sense to respond. “Ah, I see. Thanks.” 

“Would you like to check to make sure that I got it all? If there’s a need for anything else I can go and pick these up right away.” 

“Sure.” Marius proceeds to open the box, and it takes a few seconds before his eyes widen in alarm.

His head snaps up. “Vincent, you–” 

“I got a whole box of pads and extra condoms at your request, young master,” Vincent says, making sure his voice is loud enough so the young man’s girlfriend can hear from where she is in the living room. “I hope you are satisfied with this, but if it’s not enough, please let me know.”

“Hey, I didn’t—”

“Oh? It’s not enough? I will fetch another two boxes right away, young master.” 

Vincent’s smile only grows at the panic that is visibly increasing in Marius’ face. His face is so red that it looks like it might explode at any minute, especially the moment a sharp call of his name sounds from inside the apartment. 

“I thought I said it was just a joke,” Marius hisses, glancing behind his shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps. 

“I thought you were joking about it being a joke, so I bought these just in case,” Vincent continues smoothly. “You know how thorough I am.” 

Before Marius can get another word out, a voice comes from right behind him. “Marius, we need to talk.” The cold tone makes even Vincent shiver a little. Marius looks visibly frightened now, much like a lamb about to go in for the slaughter. 

“If that’s all, I will go now. I will need some time to rearrange your master schedule after today’s cancellations.”

A look of realisation crosses Marius’ face, but Vincent turns on his heel just as the young man’s lips parts in what seems to be protest. Or maybe it’s to apologise. 

Whatever it is, none of it matters anymore; it’s too late now.

“Ow ow! Wait, it’s not what it sounds like, let me explain— Ow, my ear! Jie jie, wait!”

The vindicated secretary heads down the stairs of the apartment building with lighter steps, with the sound of his boss’ cries trailing in his wake. All the while, his smile doesn’t leave his face. 

For the first time, working overtime isn’t so dreadful.

***

A/N: I'm going to try my hardest to finish this while I have some freedom for the rest of this week (i am finally on leave lol vincent is truly my spirit animal)

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #tears of themis marius #marius fanfiction #tears of themis fanfiction #vincent kim #my writing #vincent fanfiction #what's wrong with secretary kim

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[FIC] partners in everything

Summary: Celestine is pushing everyone to participate in a local trivia night, and there's only one person you can imagine being partners with.

(My full piece for the Flickering Dreams zine, which is now open for leftover sales until May 13 -- themiszine on Twitter & Storenvy!)

Word Count: 2,480

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Excerpt:

It’s been a busy few days at Themis Law Firm, though sometimes you wonder if there are any other kinds of day. You’ve just finished a piece of paperwork that has taken over your morning when Celestine calls for everyone’s attention. You look up.

“Just a quick announcement,” Celestine says. “As usual, you’ve all been working hard. To make sure we all take care of ourselves, I’ve signed us up for trivia night at Sid’s Coffee.”

“When is it?” you ask.

“Tonight.” Celestine’s smile is innocent, but you know she means you’re all participating. She’s always taken team bonding seriously. “I’ve already assigned most of the teams, except…”

Artem walks in. He looks vaguely tired, as he usually does whenever Celestine has a new, grand plan for the team. You offer him a small smile of greeting. He’d been busy when you arrived at the office, so it’s the first time you’ve seen him today. The corner of his mouth turns up in reply.

“Artem, perfect timing. I was just telling everyone about how we’re participating in tonight’s trivia night at Sid’s. The prize is a gift card.” Celestine consults her phone. “I did my best to set up our teams, but because of the rules for team size, the math didn’t quite work. I don’t have anyone for you to compete with, Artem—”

“That’s fine,” he says. “I have paperwork to—”

“—but I know with some shuffling, we can have everyone set up.”

If anyone deserves a break, it’s Artem. He’s the only one that can rival you in terms of overworking. Before you can think, you’re speaking.

“I can partner with Artem,” you say decisively. “I don’t know what team you had me on before, but this makes the most sense anyways.”

You sneak a glance at Artem. There’s a definite pink in his cheeks, and his eyes are slightly widened at your confidence in the idea.

“That’s an excellent idea.” Celestine taps away on her phone to make the update. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before. Okay, everyone, here are the teams.”

As she reads off the groupings, you find yourself sitting up straighter. You and Artem make a great pair at work—who’s to say you won’t do the same at trivia night? He walks to your desk, smiling down at you.

“Why don’t we prepare for the competition during lunch?” he suggests.

“That sounds like a good idea, Mr. Wing. I want to be as ready as we can be.”

He nods. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours, then.”

#tears of themis #artem wing #artem wing x reader #tears of themis fanfic #tears of themis fanfiction #my writing #it's wild posting this when i haven't played tot in a year now fjdlhk #actually over a year i think i stopped in feb of last year

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Chapters: 1/4 (click EXPAND for 3k of Chapter 1) Fandom: 未定事件簿 | Tears of Themis (Video Game) Rating: Mature Relationships: Yan Wei | Darius Morgan/Zuo Ran | Artem Wing Additional Tags: Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Darius Morgan centric, Darius morgan POV, POV Zuo Ran | Artem Wing, but only a few of Artem's POV, Pining, and some of my Headcanon

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Summary:

Senior Attorney Wing and Captain Morgan have a professional working relationship that grants them to meet often, more than they meet their own friends. But Artem and Darius meet for the first time – five years later since they first met – in the cemetery.

It all started with an umbrella.

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 Senior Attorney Wing and Captain Morgan have a professional working relationship that grants them to meet often, more than they meet their friends. But Artem and Darius meet for the first time – five years later since they first met – in the cemetery.

Artem is leaving, Morgan has just arrived. It’s a cloudy morning, Big Data lab predicts that it’s going to rain heavily come noon. Their eyes meet, equally feeling awkward at seeing each other without their uniform. Artem is clad in a cream sweater over a sky-blue turtleneck and gray slacks, shockingly different than the sharper-than-knives suit he wears that no matter what time of day always looks tidy and sharp on him. Artem’s hair is down and loose instead of swept to the sides. Artem looks soft, very out of character from the stiff and strict Senior Attorney that Darius comes to know for years.

Darius barely looks any different, still unkept and tired but in jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket instead of the slacks, shirt, and trenchcoat. The bouquet of pink lilies and lilac looks off-putting in Darius’ hands as if something so delicate doesn’t belong in the hands of a brute that’s holding them.

“Hello,” Artem says, managing to look all kinds of awkward while saying one word.

Darius isn’t any better though, he’s just standing there staring, dumbfounded. “Hi,” he finally says flatly.

Aside from his looks, the second thing Darius thinks upon seeing Artem is ‘I didn’t know someone close to him recently died.’ He almost said his condolences but held back when he realizes that it was none of his business. Artem didn’t say anything, Darius deducts that perhaps a condolence from an acquaintance is the reason why. Even though they know each other for five years, they’re not close personally.

Darius nods and goes on his not-so-merry way. His destination is quite a hike and he takes his time. He had walked this path for twelve years. Everyone said that it gets better in time. Darius is still waiting for that time to come when the flowers in his hand will stop weighing a ton.

“Captain Morgan,” Calls a familiar voice. It makes Darius tense, and straightened his back, instinctually in work mode. Turning around and seeing Artem in his sweater send Darius on a whiplash, even more, when the man is handing him an umbrella. “I didn’t see any on you, it’s going to rain.” Darius looks to the sky, and it’s so dark it almost looks like it’s closer to the evening than noon, how come he didn’t notice?

Another thing Darius didn’t notice is how flustered Artem looks when the pause lingers too long. “I’m sorry if I’m being overfamiliar…”

“No no, you’re not,” Darius quickly says, eyes switching back and forth between Artem’s face and the umbrella in his hand. Darius decides to take it, he didn’t have an umbrella with him, and it’ll be bad if he’s sick around this time. He’d have to get sick leave and be alone in his apartment, alone with his thoughts at this time, that’d be nightmarish. “Thank you, I’ll give it back to you as soon as I can.”

“No rush,” Artem says, and he lingers a little before saying. “I hope I’m not crossing any lines, but I’m sorry for your loss.”

Darius doesn’t know what to say for a while. He feels nothing for Artem’s words, but he repeats robotically, “You too, my condolences.”

They exchange stiff nods and go separate ways. In the middle of the way, Darius notices the umbrella is as grey as the sky with a gunmetal sheen, it fits Artem’s personality perfectly. Darius was praying over their grave when the first drops of the rain fall. Darius opens the umbrella and was shocked when he sees the blue sky painted under the umbrella along with rainbows, pink and blue clouds, glittery sheen, and cutesy baby angel characters with harps, trumpets, cupids bow and… are those puppies and kittens they’re carrying in their baskets? Also, the illustration is very realistic and detailed, kind of like a Renaissance painting style.

“Huh.”

Never thought Artem to buy this kind of thing.

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  Captain Morgan: Cute umbrella.

Attorney Wing: Excuse me?

Captain Morgan: *Click to see the attached picture*

Attorney Wing: I assure you that I didn’t know that. I never use it since my colleagues gave it to me as a gift. I’m at loss as to why they gave me that.

Captain Morgan: I think you’ve been pranked.

Attorney Wing: Yes, I’ve realized that now.

Captain Morgan: Still want the umbrella back?

Attorney Wing: I’m not sure.

Captain Morgan: It’s a gift, so you should cherish it.

Attorney Wing: Are you pranking me too?

Captain Morgan: I plead not guilty.

Before he knows it, he’s texting back and forth with the attorney. Darius hates weekends, he never spent them doing anything of worth. He’d smoke, watch a movie he’s watched hundreds of times, and hang out with his cold girl Julia. If he’s lucky, he gets to work on these empty weekends. Alas, after pushing himself to those working weekends for a month, his supervisor noticed and kicks him to the curb and made him spend his weekend ‘relaxing’. Darius knows it’s just politics for ‘I’m not gonna grant you any more overtime money for this’. So, no, Darius isn’t relaxing. Or, wasn’t.

Darius doesn’t have any friends he can call close enough. He has drinking buddies but that’s an entirely different category of people than friends. Never in his wild imagination that he’d ever think that Artem can be his friend. They see each other almost every week strictly for work and it’s been five constant years of that so Darius never thought it was a possibility. Then there’s work, which they’re both too invested in whenever they met, socializing nor pandering didn’t come to mind.

And yet, the stupid umbrella is just so stupid that he can’t not bug Artem about it. He was supposed to be mourning that day, but the cupid babies loom at the corner of his eyes as the umbrella opens to dry. Darius could’ve sworn the inside of that umbrella is glowing like it has a light source. Where did Artem even find that thing?

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 Darius never gets to return the umbrella, both of them are always too busy to remember. Darius often forgot his umbrella at home, then forgot them at the office. When he finally brings it into the glove box of his car, he forgot to mention it until Artem leaves in a hurry.

Two months later, the imprint of the ridiculous umbrella left his memory. His text with Artem bantering about the umbrella had been buried with texts about cases.

Then comes the rain.

Darius remembers to bring an umbrella today. He slips it inside this coat pocket. He’s assisting Artem and his partner, young Attorney Chris. They’re at the back garden of the victim’s mansion while Artem is inside the house investigating with one of Darius’ officers. The rain starts and he opens the umbrella to shield himself and Chris. She looks up at Darius, opening her mouth to say something until she sees the abomination that is under the umbrella. Darius even forgot that this umbrella was THAT umbrella until she was badly covering her smile and cupids dancing at the corner of his eyes.

“How come you have Artem’s umbrella?” Chris says.

“Ah, so you’re the one that gave it to him.”

At Darius' teasing smile, Chris blushes, “Uh, well, I was one of the people that suggest it, sure, but I’m not the one that constructs it.”

Darius’ eyebrows raise, “You’re saying you and another person custom-made this umbrella to prank Wing?”

“Me and three other people, yes. We just thought it was funny!” Chris says all of the sudden.

Darius can’t help the chuckle, “Yeah, it is, kinda.”

He walks Chris to Artem’s car and goes back to get Artem. Sure enough, the Attorney looks at him with wide eyes when he sees Darius with the umbrella.

“It really is offensively adorable, yet somehow artistic,” Artem says out of nowhere.

“If by artistic you mean uncanny-ly realistic, sure.”

To his surprise, Artem laughs, not noticing Darius having an internal 404 error. Had he ever seen Artem laugh? No, he had never even seen him crack a smile in all the five years they’d known each other.

Huh, so that’s what it looks like, Darius thinks, and he doesn’t look away. Not until Artem catches him staring and looks away almost sheepishly, which makes Darius thinks that he might’ve passed out at some point and dreamt all this.

“If you don’t mind,” Artem says after clearing his throat.

Darius flustered, much to his horror, “Ah, yes, let’s go.”

And it must’ve been a ridiculous sight for a gruff middle-aged man and another stiff-faced man nearing thirty to walk together in the rain under an umbrella that looks like a child’s bedsheet. Both of them can’t see how ridiculous they are, so the embarrassment doesn’t stop their conversation.

“Is this another case of a family fighting for inheritance gone bloody?” Darius asks.

“I won’t assume anything until I have all the evidence.”

Darius scoffs, “You say that, but every time they called the cops on an allegedly natural death of a rich guy, it’s always murder and it’s always about inheritance.”

“Not always,” Artem says airily.

“When? Wing, I assist you in every case you take, I know.” And doesn’t that take Darius back. He didn’t realize that yes, ever since Artem became an attorney in the city, Darius had always been the one that assist him, how did that happen?

“Premeditate opinion is a recipe for misinterpretation.”

“Ok Mr. Senior attorney, wanna bet?” Darius doesn’t know what possessed him to say that, but upon seeing Artem's playful smirk, everything is worth it.

“What would we even bet?”

Darius lits up. At some point, they stopped walking and had been standing face to face. Their chests almost touched under the umbrella too small for the two of them with the curtain of rain shutting the whole world from their private little circle. Darius looks at those dark blue eyes, mysterious like the ocean deep, they glint in mischief as if they’re hiding something. Looking at those eyes any longer, Darius would’ve drowned.

“The winner buys the other drinks,” Darius goes with the classic.

“You’re on,” Artem says with an amount of sass that Darius never knew he possessed.

Darius is completely mystified by what he just experienced. So much so that he kept looking at Artem as he steps into his car, said goodbye, and drives away into the road.

Only after a few seconds did he realize that Darius is still holding the blasted umbrella.

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 It took a month for Artem to wrap up the case they’re betting on. The memory of the bet had been pushed to the back of Darius’ head by other responsibilities. Artem isn’t the only attorney he works with, and there’s more to police work than just investigating death and murder, there are also these damn reports.

So, it takes a few seconds to discern Artem’s text, which is a link to a news article.

‘The Evil Mistress of the Reindhart Patriarch declared Not Guilty! The shocking truth reveals a heartbreaking story of the Billionaire’s decades fight with illness.’

Attorney Wing: I win.

Darius laughs, shocking his coworkers that never once hear any joyous tone from their strict no-nonsense captain.

Captain Morgan: And I’m a man of my word. The winner picks the time and place.

Friday, 9 PM, at a place called Dionysus. It sounded posh, and honestly, what is it with this city and greek gods? They’re nowhere near Greece.

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 The place isn’t as posh as it sounds. Darius was expecting to burn all his life savings because Artem seems like a wine guy. The name of the bar sounded like a wine place, and Darius knows wine can cost a liver and a limb.

The bar seems cozy. Earth tones, dim lighting, jazz music, couch seats. It’s getting crowded with office workers since it’s 7 PM on a Friday. Darius takes the bar seat where he can see both the emergency exit and the front entrance. Darius only waited for five minutes when Artem walks in through the door, his suit jacket in his arms.

Darius sips his whiskey to mask his instinctual gulp. This overreaction is pathetically caused by Artem without a layer of suit jacket. What is wrong with him lately? He looks at Artem and suddenly his composure takes a nosedive. He sees Artem often, sure this is the first time they meet up outside work hours –second if you count the cemetery– but Artem doesn’t look any different. Artem is Artem, which is exactly the problem now that Darius thinks of it. Artem had always been Senior Attorney Wing and he’s never just… Artem.

Hey, know what? Darius is an honest man. Artem is attractive, Darius had always found him attractive. This is only the first time that he lets himself react to it since he’s bound to his professional work ethic. There’s no harm in noticing that their colleague is attractive at the appropriate non-working hours, right?

“Sorry I’m late,” Artem says, taking the bar seat next to Darius. He smells like expensive perfume and rain.

“You’re not, hope you don’t mind me having a head start,” Darius motioned to his glass.

“I don’t mind.” Artem gestures to the bartender, “I’ll have what he’s having.”

“Oh, come on, Attorney Wing. Treat yourself to the top shelf, I’m a gracious loser.”

Artem sips on his quickly-served glass of two shots of whiskey, “Aren’t the winner able to get whatever they want?”

“Hey, suit yourself.”

“Artem.”

“Hm?”

“We’re off the clock. Isn’t it weird to be so formal?”

Darius disagrees, it’s weirder to call each other by their given name after years of calling their last names tightly knit to their title, and yet, “Artem,” he says, testing the sound of Artem’s name in his mouth. “Darius, then.”

“Darius,” Artem nods with a smile.

And it’s a little pathetic how the sound of his name in Artem’s voice sent shivers down his spine.

“Well,” Darius smiles and raises his glass to Artem, “For your win. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Artem toasts his glass with Darius’.

Even though both of them are outside work hours in a bar, they’re workaholics by nature and all they talk about is work. It started with Darius asking how the case wrapped up and they went deep into investigation talk.

Sober Darius would’ve panicked being so close to Artem, watching him talk and loosen up, his hair softly falling apart from the side-swept style he kept, seeing how delicate the white shirt on Artem’s body is. Pleasantly buzzed Darius, however, shamelessly enjoys the view.

Out of nowhere, Artem chuckle, and it makes Darius chuckle too.

“What?” Darius asks.

“We’re off the clock, yet I still talk about work,” Artem sighs dejectedly.

“We’re workaholics, and I don’t mind,” Darius shrugs like it’s nothing, hoping it’ll cheer him up. “Also, you’re not much of a drinker, are you?” Darius notices that in an hour and a half they’ve been here, Artem hadn’t finished his first glass while Darius is already on his third.

Artem chuckles mirthlessly, “You caught me.”

Darius watches Artem, finding a conclusion, “You didn’t have to agree to go drinking if you didn’t want to. We could’ve gone wherever you feel comfortable in.”

“That’s the problem though,” Artem says dejectedly, finally finishing the drink. “I don’t know where to go either. I work all the time, and the only thing I do outside of work are the necessities: Sleep, bathe, eat, and…” Artem pauses at the last point, something he can’t say in public then.

“Sex?”

Artem swings his head so fast Darius thought it would spin, eyes pop open so comically that Darius laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me, you caught me off guard,” Artem huffs, his face flushed with a pretty pink tone. “I was about to say I was doing… special cases.”

Ah yes, special cases, the NXX investigation team. Darius is partially let into the knowledge of their existence, though Darius knows he was only let in so the team can do under-the-table work with him. Darius had agreed with the condition that they do him a favor in similar weight. Three years after he works with Artem and gains respect towards each other, Artem finds him trustworthy enough to know their existence. Imagine his bewilderment when he’s faced with a team of a baby-faced super spy, an aloof prince-like psychologist that talks to him like he’s a lab rat, the youngest Senior Attorney in the city, and a 19-year-old Vice-CEO of the multi-billionaire company that runs half the world.

It worked out mutually beneficial. Darius gets to pull in reasonable favors, and they get fast help from the police force and confidential files.

“Sorry, sorry,” Darius says after he calms down. “We’re both adults and it was an honest question. Some argue that sex is a necessity.”

“Not to me,” Artem says carefully, watching Darius as he says it, “It’s… no, I don’t do that casually.”

Darius is pinned to the board with Artem’s strong gaze, enjoying every moment of it. “I get it.”

“You do?”

“Uh-uh,” he says, not willing to elaborate.

“If not the bar, where would you’ve suggested we go?” Artem asks, moving on.

“The workaholic with no life asks another workaholic with no life, I suggest you refer to a different source.”

Artem scoffs, his eyes glinting with amusement, Darius pats himself on the back for that.

“You don’t seem to be worse off than me.”

“It’s not a competition, Artem,” Darius’s heart has no business skipping at saying Artem’s name. “We can suffer in our lack of life together.”

To Darius’ dismay, Artem smiles at him and blushes, “It’s not so bad then.” Oh, and that one does a number on Darius.

“Are you already drunk?”

“Maybe. I don’t have the greatest tolerance for alcohol. The last time I got drunk was humiliating, I swore to never touch alcohol again, in public.”

Darius sighs, “And you still agree to my invitation.”

“Well, it was the first time you ask me to meet up, I couldn’t say no.”

“Why couldn’t you? It would’ve been fine.”

“It wouldn’t. I’d… never mind.” Artem slumps, dejected towards himself.

Darius knocks his knee with Artem’s, getting the younger man’s rapt attention, “If you have no idea where to go because you’ve never been there, then how about going to a place you’ve been wanting to go?”

Artem is holding his breath for whatever reason. He’s leaning his face on the palm of his hand, and he seems to be hiding behind said palm. To torture him, Artem starts biting his lips before blurting out, “Dinner?”

“Sure, we could’ve gone for that.”

“Could’ve,” Artem says wistfully, “Now I have to find an excuse to ask you.”

Darius chuckles, “You’re so drunk.”

“What is it?”

“You don’t need any excuse. We can just, go.”

“We can just go,” Artem repeats as if still not believing what he hears or say.

“Yes.”

“That easy?”

“Was it supposed to be hard?”

“I don’t know, but it felt like it. I never knew how to do… you know?”

“No, I don’t know. To do what?”

“Having a casual relationship.”

“… Friends, you don’t know how to have friends.”

“I was trying to not make myself look pathetic, but you see right through me I guess.”

Darius barked a laugh, and he might’ve imagined the stars in Artem’s eyes, “Hey, I applaud you for still trying. I’ve given up at some point.”

“As my friend said to me once, it’s not a competition.”

Friends. Damn, isn’t that nice?

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#tears of themis #tears of themis fanfic #tears of themis fanfiction #artem wing #artem wing fanfiction #darius morgan #darius morgan fanfiction #tot artem #tot darius #tot fanfic #tot fanfiction

[yaesnovels]

. kiss me more !

marius von hagen x reader

disclaimers: fem!reader w/out pronouns, petnames (baby, babe, princess), breeding kink (duh, it’s me), oral (f!receiving), lots of kisses because i can

sometimes, marius caught you absolutely by surprise.

the moment you opened the door for him and he entered your home, he had you pinned against the next available wall with your hands over your head, kicking the door shut with his foot.

“you little minx”, he groaned, grinding his hips against your crotch, the bulge oh, so obvious. you couldn’t help the grin creeping up your face as you remembered why he was so worked up today.

as said, your husband only caught you by surprise sometimes.

this time was purely your own fault – if you can even call it that, since it was your pure intention. you had been texting with marius some bits throughout the day and you felt like teasing him a little more than usual so you had sent him pictures, innocently asking which set of lingerie to wear for tonight, knowing he had planned to take you out for dinner. you purposefully hadn’t sent the pictures of you wearing them, no. you had sent them laid out on the bed because you were aware that the imagination of you wearing them would drive him crazier. you knew him way too well, knowing every single thing he got off on really easily.

marius quickly had his lips on yours, kissing you hard and desperately, feeling your body up before he grabbed you by your hips and had you wrap your legs around his waist. he slowly carried you to your bedroom, desperate to you have you underneath him and quivering in pleasure.

“that was all your intention, huh? wanted me to suffer the whole day at work with a fucking hard-on whilst you can laugh about the thought at home, huh?”, marius put you down on the bed while you couldn’t help the giggles in excitement.

“of course. what else would you expect from me?”, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back in for another kiss. “i didn’t really feel like going out for dinner so i just wanted to get you back home.” you slowly started to unbutton his dress shirt as you revealed his toned upper body, desperately pulling the fabric off and throwing it away.

there was something so addicting about the way marius kissed you. sometimes he would just leave small and multiple pecks on your lips to make you smile and laugh, sometimes, his kisses were just absolutely unhinged and desperate. either way, you just loved the way he would make your body tingle and heart flutter whenever he kissed you.

“so, you did all this just because you wanted me with you here?”

you nodded, feeling shy out of nowhere which is why you hid your burning cheeks from his view with your hands. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you or anything.”

“hey, baby, it’s all fine. i promise. hands off your face, please, i want to see you”, he grabbed your hands to pull them off your face, intertwining your hands together as he planted a soft kiss on the backside of your hand. “i’m not upset, i mean it.”

he leaned down once again to kiss you sweetly on the lips, making you smile again. “so, will you indulge me?”

he couldn’t help the soft laugh as he nodded, slowly untying the knot on your robe that you always wore before sleeping, eyes pretty much sparkling in excitement when you did, in fact, wear the set of lingerie that he asked you to.

“you look so gorgeous, princess”, he rasped out, leaving soft kisses over your neck and shoulders, down to your chest. “this suits you better than i ever could’ve imagined, love.”

he lifted you up to sit up so that he could unclasp your bra and pull it off your body, throwing it off the bed; he immediately wrapped his lips around your nipple and softly sucked on the nub, having you writhe around with your eyes closed in bliss.

“feel good, babe?”, he smirked, making you smile as you nodded.

“mhm”, was the only reply you could give him. “i love you.”

“i love you, too, babe.”

the next moment, he was pulling your panties aside, thumb softly massaging your clit as you let out a breathy moan in surprise, his lips still slowly wandering down your body just before he stopped to look up to you to make sure you were still doing all good there.

as his tongue licked up your entrance, you almost lost your composure. luckily, almost. the whine, however, you were unable to stop. fingers were tangling up with his hair as you pulled him right against your cunt, as he started lapping up your cunt, quickly getting obsessed with your taste and unable to stop himself any longer – he just needed you to come for him on his tongue over and over again, until you were begging him to fuck you.

it was no surprise to you, either. the times he hadn’t overstimulated you to the brink of unconsciousness were rare, not that you were complaining. the first time he had you shaking and crying out his name that night, he was smiling against your cunt, giving you a little break to get yourself back together.

as he looked up to you, trying to maintain eye contact, all you could see were his lips and chin covered in your slick and cum, as he wiped it off with the back of his hand. “i need you so bad”, you whined, “please, don’t tease me anymore. you can fuck me into oblivion but i just need you inside me so bad.”

“but babe, i just absolutely adore teasing you before i fuck you properly. and i need to prepare you for me as well. i don’t want to hurt you”, he was feigning his innocence, before he leaned back down to your cunt and proceeded with his teasing tongue. “you just.. taste so… fucking good.”

he had your thighs spread open with his hands, his grip so tight that you were unable to close them around his head, no matter how much you tried. “stop fighting against it, love. it’s just going to make me want to leave you on the edge for longer.”

“please, marius, i can’t do this any longer. just fuck me”, you cried, hips arching off the bed as you simply weren’t able to keep up with it anymore. “i need you s’bad.”

“now, i can’t disappoint my lovely wife, can i?”, he smiled, pulling off his pants and boxers to reveal his hard cock, already leaking some precum, as he sat down against the bedrest, tapping his lap, motioning you to sit down on your throne.

you aligned his cock with your entrance as you slid down on him, crying out as he filled you up so good, you didn’t even have the patience to get used to the way he was stretching you out before you started to move up and down his cock, arms wrapped around his neck as you kept on muttering out his name like a mantra.

“you’re squeezing me so good, babe, taking it so good. you’re so desperate for me to come deep inside of you, aren’t you? want me to knock you up? want me to get you pregnant with my heir?”, he started babbling all that as the pleasure started to cloud his mind.

you nodded frantically, kissing him to muffle down your moans. your pace slowed down as your thighs started to feel heavy as the exhaustion crept up on you. “aw, baby, are you feeling tired? need me to help you out?”, he asked, innocence dripping from his voice. you nodded, the whines you let out were like music to his ears.

marius quickly grabbed your hips, fucking you hard as he thrusted up into you, nails digging deep into his back. “you’re going to make me cum so much for you, baby. want me to make you feel all warm in your womb? cum deep inside of you? over and over until you can’t take any more of my cum?”

he turned you around so that he had you laying on your back, lifting your hips from the bed as he continued his rough thrusts. marius was getting closer and closer to his high with every desperate snap.

“come on, baby, make me cum. you wanna make your husband feel good, don’t you?”, his grunts next to your ear were making you go crazy. the moment he came deep inside of you, making you feel so warm and full, you were absolutely breathless, trembling from your own release that had followed shortly after.

you were feeling so overwhelmed with everything that you simply just pulled him down again, kissing him to calm yourself down slowly. marius still hadn’t pulled out of you, still hard and deep inside of you, just not moving anymore.

“shh, baby, feeling good?”, he whispered, unable to stop leaving the softest kisses on your skin, “you know i’m not done with you yet, right? you can take it, baby, i know you can.”

even before he thrusted his cock inside of you again, you knew that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night. not that you were complaining – really, you were just trying so often to get him so feral on you that he would be able to breed you full, until you were able to have his heir. and you knew he wasn’t going to stop until then.

a/n: i still got some horny to get out of my system, might as well write one more later tonight 🥹

#. flowers for : marius von hagen ! #tears of themis #tears of themis fanfiction #tears of themis smut #marius von hagen #marius von hagen fanfiction #marius von hagen smut #marius x you #marius x reader

[kurooblossom]

Diabetic!Reader Headcanons (Tears of Themis Edition)

♡ Characters: Artem, Luke, Marius, and Vyn

♡ Warnings: gender-neutral, mentions of alcohol, blood, dieting for health, needles, and other medical supplies, not proof read

♡ A/N: Okay. So this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile. Full disclosure, I have not touched this since I first started playing the game and I didn’t bother going back and edit it. So I do apologize for any possible ooc-ness. I wrote this shortly after my original post  and before the second post for the Obey Me cast so... yeah. 😅 Like last time, I did write this with type-1 in mind, but this should also work with type-2 as well. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong about anything!

♕ ARTEM

Artem’s reaction to your diabetes depends on how long you’ve had your official diagnosis.

Diabetic or not, Artem naturally slips into an caretaker role when it comes you. He wants you to be at your best and he will do everything within his power to get you there.

Artem sometimes goes overboard, especially early on in your relationship. He does relax some the longer he spends time with you. He still worries, but definitely becomes more rational about it. 

He personally sees that both his office and the firm’s pantry stays fully stocked of foods that you like and that are good for stabilizing your blood sugar.

He keeps an eye on you when you work, making sure you don’t over do it and put yourself in danger.

He keeps spare alcohol wipes, napkins, and more in his car just for you.

Artem will reassure you anytime you go to an some type of party that it is okay to refuse drinks. Drinking too much alcohol will effect your blood sugar dangerously after awhile after all.

If you don’t listen, drinking out of an sense of obligation, he will swoop in and lighten the load... if not completely. Please take care of him. Artem is an lightweight.

He may overdo it at times, but he has your best intentions at heart and you really appreciate it. Just be gentle if you need to tell him to dial it back. 

♕ LUKE

Luke worries about you a lot in general, but especially your health. So naturally, he is on top of everything in regards to your diabetes.

Low blood sugar? He’s got snacks.

High blood sugar? He’s got the spare insulin you keep at his place.

Need someone to help you change your insulin pump? He’s got you. He’s practically a pro at it.

You’re passed out and need your glucagon pen? He’s got you.

Luke keeps an emergency kit just for you at his apartment and regularly renews items within the kit if they’ve expired. So if you were to ever leave your home accidentally without grabbing your necessities, he can quickly bring you the supplies he has.

He always asks you if you’d like to join him for his jogs and other regular exercises. When you go out with him, he slips some snacks into his pocket or bag just in case. While you don’t want your blood sugar to be high, definitely don’t want it to be too low.

Luke is prepared for the worst case scenario and it has helped you out on a few occasions. 

♕ MARIUS (cw: possibly suggestive scenario?? I don’t think it is, but just in case)

Marius is one of the more relaxed about your condition. He knows you know more about, not only diabetes, but your body than he does. So he lets you take charge 99% of the time. You’re probably nearly about to pass out or something during that 1%. 

He asks Vincent to keep an decent size supply of any of the products you will need while you are with him both in the office and at his home. He doesn’t want you to stress out about it when you’re with him. 

If you are self conscious of the light bruising that is sometimes left over from all the times you’ve had to prick your skin, he will pepper kisses in those areas and tell you how beautiful/handsome you look, bruises and all.

He tries his best to learn as much as he can so if the occasion arise to where he does need to step in, or someone else, can get you the help you need.

♕ VYN

Much like Artem, his reactions are based on how long you’ve had your diagnosis.

Vyn is mostly hands off when it comes to you, only stepping in to help when you ask or things seem to be going into an dangerous territory.

Along with Luke, Vyn does well with all the needle work you have to deal with. So any help you need with changing your insulin pump, for example, is no problem. 

Much like the others, he will keep various of supplies you might need around his place. You guys spend most of your free time going out, but there are occasions when you either go to your apartment or come to his. So it’s good to be prepared just in case.

He brushes up on his diabetic knowledge when he started to get closer to you, wanting to be able to care for you if an emergency came up. 

He quickly picked up on the physical signs you give when you are either high or low. If you haven’t checked in awhile and you are showing those signs, he gently asks if you have checked in awhile. 9 times out of 10 he has been right. 

#tears of themis x reader #tears of themis headcanons #tears of themis fanfic #tears of themis fanfiction #artem wing x reader #artem wing fanfic #artem wing fanfiction #marius von hagen x reader #marius von hagen fanfic #marius von hagen fanfiction #luke pearce x reader #luke pearce fanfic #luke pearce fanfiction #vyn richter x reader #vyn richter fanfic #vyn richter fanfiction

[theres-a-bea]

Forgo The Parable CHAPTER 2 I guess?

The new kid moved to the board, facing the class as the teacher looked for his name in the updated register. He remained expressionless, almost looking through everything his eyes set upon, like they were all see-through and almost nonexistent. Ingrid usually didn’t care to notice someone’s face during class introductions, but she strangely couldn’t help but look at him.

Aside from his emotionless expression and his intimidating air, he was quite eye-catching, a fact she’d easily gathered just by looking at him, and the bunch of people that were already whispering amongst themselves in the back of the class. She almost made a face at a particularly loud comment from a few seats behind her, but only restraining herself to frown instead as her line of vision rested on his face once again, watching the sunlight form soft lines that revealed the gentle slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the feathery lines of his lashes–

Ingrid sat straighter in her seat as her eyes met his, bright blue irises blinking back at her for a full second before they moved to look at the tip of his gleaming shoes.

What was that? He couldn’t even look her in the eye. Embarrassing.

“This is Artem Garner-Wing, quite a bit of a late enrollee,” Mr. Vasquez pushed his reading glasses down and set his eyes on the registry again, running a finger over names and seat numbers, “I trust you will all play nice and treat him well.”

surprise bitch !!! we finally have chapter 2 after like a year of waiting or something 😭 I have the rest of the chapters all ready and plotted out, so ig updates will be a lot faster now ? maybe ? like i said in the tags, maybe i'll finish this shit in ten years. It's not my favourite chapter yet, but i did kind of cry writing it so i hope you like it i guess ? love you mwa

toodles

#forgo the parable #roswing #artem wing #ingrid rosworth #tears of themis fanfiction #zuo ran #sakyo shizuma #baek eunhu #luo yuhao #morinaga kureha #na yunseong #wow okay so this took a year #now i gotta switch up the tags cos i feel like it was kinda dark

[sdaomine]

The Demon in the Lake

A/N: Inspired by the latest CN Server Halloween MRs. Siren Vyn is so ethereal I cannot not write a fic smh. Also, I couldn’t choose between VynRosa and MariVyn so why not both? (But Rosa comes first!)

Desperation is a treacherous sin—and a young maiden realizes that too late.

She wishes to backpedal. With each stride toward that dark, secluded lagoon, she prays to find a way to return home. She does not care whether or not she’d be punished for her false and rather impulsive bravery, but at least she would only have to endure a little pain. 

Ten whippings? Forced to slavery, to resort to whoring? It does not matter. Rosa would endure because pain—pain is temporary. Death is terrifyingly sure.

And the scent of death is what lingers in the mist. Hovering with the fog and the breeze, and soon it crawls into her bare skin, enough a daunting reminder why the Svartian waters are terrors unbefitting of a woman; a village girl, no less.

But the maiden is not privileged with options; this mission is her family’s savior. Whether she comes back or not, the mysterious client promises to look after her loved ones; as she embarks on this journey her father is being taken care of in the local hospital, her mother provided ample shillings for their daily meals, and her dear brother’s education, at last, considered. 

How can a poor, desperate girl decline such a generous offer? She can barely make ends meet; only a fool would keep their pride and refuse.

And so she takes a sharp breath, then continues to sneak toward the cove, drawing nearer to the glittering, turquoise waters.

The place is worse than empty. With only the rocky formations erect as walls, vines creeping in between the small cracks; the ground was slippery, swathed by moss. The silence is loud. It pierces through her ears, that utter lack of noise, and the maiden grits her teeth as her head rings in throbbing static. 

The eerieness is a band of needles pricking her exposed arms, each nick of them awakening gooseflesh; but despite the burbling fear, she feels a peculiar tug, like gentle hands guiding her close and into the deep.

An escort as she descends eternal damnation.

Rosa treads with careful silence, much like a thief in the night. Quick-footed and light-bodied, whatever creatures she should be on the lookout for tonight would certainly not be bothered, but she ought to be a nuisance for one who lived down the trenches of the territory. 

This portion of Svart is known for its beauty indeed, however feared for its mythical sentinel.

Sentinel? Rosa suppresses the urge to laugh bitterly. Such deceitful legends. Years of living nearby the Svartian lagoon and her elders’ tales of the evil deity who prowled the island made her believe that whatever lived there was no sentinel at all; not a protector, but an executioner. A sadist. The most unempathetic of arbitrators.

“My word.”

She reaches the pile of rocks which barricaded the deep, and momentarily, Rosa forgets the absolute dangers that she may have to face. 

“How…” she mumbles, slowly easing to her knees in front of the waters, “beautiful. Truly beautiful.”

It glows in the shadowed night, this pool of mesmerizing green, the small ripples of water a caress to her being. 

Like a lullaby. Rosa smiles at the thought, amused yet at the same time feeling silly for the sudden burst of calm. She’s supposed to be quivering with fear—so why is she perched on a rock by the lake, with half a mind to dip her bare toes?

She peers at the solitary waters, crystal clear, almost like a mirror to the enchanting feats that lie beneath. Rosa wonders if the evil deity rests down under, waiting to lunge out and seize her. 

She thinks of where the devil may be hiding—if it already knows that a visitor awaits.

Rosa doesn’t notice the pair of golden eyes staring from behind a distant rock. “I see you are relishing the waters.”

She starts, snatching her musket, and aims it at where the voice sounded from.

That sultry, honeyed voice—is that the voice of a devil?

“Stand back,” she hisses, her weapon pointed directly at his shadow. She cannot see his face for he takes refuge somewhere a little more concealed, and she knows she has to pull that trigger now, but whatever can she do? After all, before death, it is curiosity that kills the cat. And she wants to see his face. “Show yourself. Now.”

“Ah, is that any way to thank your host, little darling?” The creature purrs, his voice echoing in the vast darkness. 

He sounds near. Far. In between—and her blood chills at the coldness of his tone. Smooth, yet ominous. An allure with a void; Rosa feels herself shiver. 

“Do not be afraid. Maybe you have not heard yet, but I am known to be a gracious host.”

The click of a musket. “I cannot take hearsay as truth.”

Silence. Rosa’s gaze never departs from the shadow behind the boulder.

The water popples, and she hears the soft splashing of waves against the pile of barricade rocks.

And there is not a shadow in her sight—not one behind that boulder.

“Come, my little darling.” At the sound of his voice just a meter away beside her, Rosa jumps a few feet from her perch. The musket falls to the ground, and she tries to reach for it in panic, however—

“Come,” says his sweet, dulcet voice, luring her to dive in. “Do you not wish to join a lonely merman in these waters?” The words fall like smooth waterfalls cascading through her veins—enchanting, utterly enchanting like no other. He can be speaking words of horrendous intent yet she knows she would agree all the same, would choose to join him there in the deep. “Come, and you shall find yourself at ease…”

His mouth moving signifies that he is still speaking, but his voice is clouded by the maiden’s sudden swirl of thoughts. Rosa sits there wide-eyed, mesmerized at the bliss that is the creature’s countenance. It is slow and sure, the way he slithers out of the lake, cold droplets of water dripping in rivulets down his pale, exposed chest. A band of shells is a necklace that adorns his neck. He is already half-out of the water as he continues to whisper sweet nothings, his arms linked together as he rests on the boulder beside Rosa.

A demon in the lake, they said. But what she envisions of demons is a contrast to the mythical creature by her side. With scales and horns and razor-sharp tails, demons are hideous creatures—but this siren, for the lack of a better word due to her sudden trance, is nothing but beautiful. Alluring. He perches so elegantly on the rock, his long, smooth-silver hair cascading as fairly down his chest and back, soaking wet and gleaming in the night. Like the heavenly bodies navigators make use of when voyaging across the seas.

And gods damn her, because she mutters absent-mindedly, “Magnificent.”

The siren’s golden irises swirl with amusement—triumph. “What is your name, young lady?”

“Rosa,” she answers quietly. “Rosa Montague.”

“From the nearby village, I assume.”

“Yes.”

“And what brings a fair, young maiden into an isolated lake?” he asks softly. “What generous deal has given you away, my little darling rose?”

That’s right. A deal.

Gods—I forgot about the deal.

Panic grows like a rising tide, and Rosa feels the urge to grab the musket and shoot him. He’s right beside her and unaware. This is a most suitable time to attack—the only chance she might have of returning home alive and unscathed. “What do they call you?” she then inquires. A distraction.

His brows cock a little. “You may address me as Vilhelm, little rose.” A smile forms, a rather menacing one, and Rosa freezes on the spot. It is only now that she catches sight of his enormous tail—his glowing, cerulean scales guide her vision down the lake, and Rosa discerns that he is no ordinary merman; he is almost like a serpent, some breed of a Naga. His tail is about seven to nine feet long, and it looks heavy enough that should Vilhelm attack with his lower body, no one is bound to survive.

Her face falls. The tiny flicker of hope starts to falter into nothing.

She cannot defeat him.

She will never defeat him.

Hot tears run across her rosy cheeks, and Vilhelm slithers closer, seemingly worried. “You are crying.”

Rosa does not answer. She’d already foreseen this gruesome fate—it was foolish to get her hopes up.

“How about a deal, little rose?” he purrs yet again with that cool, honey-laced voice. “So you do not end up in such awful defeat. I told you I am a gracious host.”

Her head lifts, and she finds herself lost in his swirling eyes of gold. “Let’s hear it.”

The same eyes gleam with delight, and Vilhlem creeps forward, causing Rosa to flinch. Now he is mere inches away from her, and she fears, somehow, that in a second or two, the siren would grab her by the arms and drag her down the lake with him—a feast for the night. “What is it that you desire, Rosa?”

His sharp gaze pierces through her, and Rosa cannot think straight.

He is beautiful, too beautiful for this world. He must be a god. He can never be a demon.

Her brows furrow as her vision glitches—the siren is still there, but she feels more drawn, more lured by him, and Rosa does not realize how she’s been inching her face closer, closer until their lips are only centimeters apart. A single thought fills her head, and that is how ethereal he is, and how she’s never seen someone like him before, in her decades of existence.

Do you fear death, calls a murky voice.

Do you fear death, my little rose?

In her peripheral vision, she sees a kingdom underwater, thriving with euphoria; a seventh heaven. She imagines herself resting in a silken bed of pure bliss, and beside her, Vilhelm watches with those sharp, cruel eyes. Cruel, yet charming all the same.

She does not realize that her mind is in another dimension; and that she is there because of him. Now she stands in a world she yearns most; a paradise he had glimpsed in her head. And Rosa, his dearest Rosa…

Little Rosa is bewitched—easily bewitched.

Because little Rosa is weak.

“What is it you desire, my little darling…” Vilhelm’s fingers ascend to touch her cheek, his long, azure nails tingling her skin. His voice is faint, but with graceful cadence—the siren is one that is sprinkled with witchcraft’s allure, a magic that makes her say nothing but yes.

Rosa’s eyes flutter close, and she breathes out, “You.”

Vilhelm runs one fingernail across her cheek, drawing blood. She does not feel it anymore. “Me?”

“You,” she whispers.

“You,” she says again—and closes the distance between them.

She kisses him with much delight, with unleashed hunger and desire, and Vilhelm returns the act with equal fervor. His brows furrow as he laps her mouth with his scaled tongue, and Rosa whimpers slightly at the rough friction, the hurt—however she presses on, tasting him, thirsting for him. Vilhelm’s body swells with unparalleled victory. His hands find their way up her cheeks, caressing them. Easing her, granting Rosa her first flavor of ecstasy; and quite probably her last.

A siren’s kiss, before he drags her down the abyss with him.

In the distance, a single rose slithers between the cracks along the rocks; but soon, it shall wither.

Darling Rosa doesn’t get to come home.

#vyn #vyn richter #Tears of Themis #tears of themis fanfiction #vynrosa #tears of themis fantasy au #vyn too ethereal for this world

[iceysghost]

Hiii! Could I request a White for Artem? If you're still doing your colors of romance of course!

Thanks a bunch! 💕💕

WHITE 》 softness, purity, safety

◇ Bright light shines through the windows as you share an embrace under the pearly sheets.

COLORS OF ROMANCE EVENT

Artem Wing x Female! Reader

Word Count: 400 words (sorry if it's a bit short)

Trigger/Content Warning: mentions of nudity, kissing

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, incessantly ringing through your ears. As your senses became clearer, the sensation of his arms grasped around your nude figure made you coil up like a plant shuddering and closing from someone's touch.

ARTEM's naked chest was pushed against your back. His fingers were gripped onto your body, pressed against your waist, holding you in a tight embrace, your legs intertwined under the soft sheets.

He pulled away, rolling onto his other side, and turning off the annoying alarm. You tried to follow him, turning towards him, but the sun had risen already, and a ray of it came through the curtains and hit you perfectly in the eye.

You wince, rapidly turning back to your old position, shutting your blinded eyes in a stinging kind of pain. He pushes himself towards you again.

"We have work today…" you mumble.

"Ten more minutes, please."

He cuddles closer. Artem buries his head in your neck and kisses your skin. Over and over again, fleeting, ticklish kisses. Sweet kisses.

You attempt to turn towards him again, this time using your hand to shield your eyes from the sunlight. He welcomed you, holding you tightly, covering your eyes before leading your face straight in front of his.

You're greeted with half-lidded breathtaking blue eyes, eyes full of gentleness and a glint of giddiness too.

He leans closer, kissing your forehead, letting it linger. He whispers:

"You're gorgeous."

You can smell him, the faint scent of sandalwood from his perfume yesterday, the perfume he's worn for so long and will probably wear for months or years to come. You reach a hand out to his face, and wipe off a glistening bead of sweat about to fall from his hair.

He holds tighter, and kisses you on the lips. Soft, gentle, quick; it was enough to leave you breathless, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

His face was a subtle shade of pink, a slight smile plastered on his lips. You smile back at him. Now that there was no alarm, you could hear the faintest of sounds, even his slow, steady breathing. You moved closer even further and placed your head on his chest.

Ba bump, ba bump, ba bump, went his beautiful heartbeat. The heartbeat that gave life to your beautiful husband was now thumping in your ear.

"I love you, Artem."

"I love you too, darling."

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[alstroemeriadissonance]

Tears of Sickos: Dead Pigeon Kinktober 2022

The Discord server I'm in has kicked off our Kinktober 2022 collab!

Stuff are based on problematic themes, hence Dead Dove Pigeon, so will not be posting my contributions here (and some of mine would be Anon, as would be for some of the other writers participating).

If anyone's interested, here's the link to the AO3 collection:

Tears of Sickos: Dead Pigeon Kinktober 2022 (depending on how screwy Tumblr is you may need to edit the html after clicking the link for it to work. Stupid text editor)

Again, please mind the tags.

There's currently two works up. I'll probably post every week with links to each new addition to the collection in case anyone's interested ^^

To those who would read, hope you enjoy ^^

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