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ohthemis · 7 months

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Hi! May i request a fanfic?? Where tot male leads are sick and mc is taking care of them, despite them saying they are fine and later on they starts acting clingy? Thank you so much! Stay safe :)

tot boys when they're sick

characters: all

a/n: ive been gone for centuries lol, sorry i got into a big school and underestimated the workload. finished this because i ditched my case study after a breakdown.

ARTEM WING

he just wants to work, so why won't you just let him work? "i'm fine, mc. i promise, so please, just give me some time to work in peace." he knows he's being snappy, and it isn't fair to you, who just wants to help him, but it's not like he's dying.

you come behind him and tenderly place your hands on his shoulders. "you're sick, artem. please rest?" he sighs, he's trying to understand you, after all he'd do the same for you, but he can't help the nagging feeling of annoyance pulling on his chest.

"mc, i really need you to get out of my office right now. okay?" he doesn't intend for his tone to be so sharp, so mean, but that's exactly how it comes out. you sigh and do as he says, not before giving him a soft kiss on his scalp.

artem then proceeds to go back to work, or at the very least, he tries to. he feels sick and he feels guilty. he reluctantly gets up and opens his office door, greeted by the sight of warm soup and some tea prepped up by his doorstep.

his legs move faster than his brain, and before he knows it, he's already wrapping his arms around you on the bed. he relishes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. 'it's good to be sick once in a while', he thinks.

MARIUS VON HAGEN

he playfully nudges you away, "i'm fiiiine." his voice is nasally and hoarse, and his skin is paling. you both know he's not fine. "marius, i'm serious right now. let's get you to bed." he refuses again, his hands still typing away on the laptop, despite your tugging on his sleeve.

you even go as far as to try and entice him to bed. "come on, i'll even join you." he grins at that. "tempting offer, but this needs to get done asap, mc." you sigh at his stubbornness. "marius, you look like you're at death's doorstep." but he doesn't budge.

eventually, you're left no choice but to make him some soup and resign yourself to the sofa behind him. you're tapping away on your phone when you feel it. the sofa dips beside you, and he drops his head into your lap.

"mc, my head hurts so bad. i think i'm dying." you roll your eyes but your fingers almost reflexively start to massage his forehead. "that's why i told you to get off your computer and come rest." he sighs into your stomach as your ministrations on his skin relieve him of some pain.

"mm, you're always right, mc. offer still up for the bed." you help him up on his feet. "yeah. but don't get any ideas. you're sick." he lays his head on your shoulder, "'m not that sick." he proceeds to collapse on the bed within seconds of laying down.

LUKE PEARCE

he's coughing his heart out and you're to your knees in worry for him. he, as always, assures you that it's nothing. in the morning, he tells you he was just choking on breakfast. now, he's telling you that he just swallowed wrong.

"luke, you're not fine. please just rest." you plead with him to the best of your abilities, but he refuses to budge. luke smiles at you reassuringly. "for what? just something in my throat is all." you sigh, knowing there isn't much you can do to argue with him.

he goes back to tinkering an old watch a client left for him to fix. you hear a sharp intake of breath and luke slowly turns around. you look up, and you nearly collapse yourself once you see the blood dripping from his nose, down to his shirt.

you're quickly standing next to him, panicking. luke calmly instructs you what to do, and you follow his words. your hands tremble as you tend to him, and he lets you lead him to the bedroom.

that night, he can barely sleep. he's tossing and turning, going between shivering cold and sweating hot. you spend the night kissing his tears away, brushing the damp strands of hair away from his forehead, and adjusting the ac as needed. he finally falls asleep during the early peaks of the morning, his hand tightly wrapped around yours.

VYN RICHTER

vyn is a stubborn man. you should be used to it by now. there's no point in arguing with him, especially when he's dead set on something. but you wish that he'd just listen to you this once. "vyn, you aren't fine. you're sniffling and clearing your throat ever five seconds." he repeats the same thing he told you five minutes ago.

"it's just a cold, don't worry too much about it." but what kind of cold has him staggering as he walks or refusing lunch because he just has no appetite? you come over and wrap your arms around him, a frown on your face. he kisses your jaw and goes back to his papers.

you try to tug on his shoulder gently. "please? just listen to me this once. please?" he signs something, before humming. he sighs and stands up from his seat. "alright. lead the way." you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. you lay him down, and he thinks it's sweet how much you care for him.

he thinks it's sweet until he's on the brink of insanity because he feels absolutely sick and you're busy getting some medicine for him. "mc, just let me die, i need you here," he whines from the bedroom. you've heard the same thing in about 30 variations in 5 minutes.

once you get back with his pills, he practically inhales the drugs and latches onto you. he grabs you by the arm and pulls you in. "please stay," he asks, in a voice softer than you've ever heard from him. "you won't let me go anyway," you reply. he hums smugly.

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icypopz · 3 months

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with an expressionless + calm s/o ♡

↬ from anon ; if it's okay, could i request marius and vyn with a female reader who is mostly expressionless and calm and very hard to impress or fluster?

↬ notes ; marius von hagen (lu jinghe), vyn richter (mo yi) x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; hihi first post of 2024 !!! also i switched it to gn!reader, i hope that's okay :> marius is so silly ueueue,,, also i'm not sure if i interpreted the prompt correctly i hope u like it ! T_T

↬ warning(s) ; none

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

[ marius von hagen / lu jinghe ! ]

marius and you make quite a pair. while he's rambunctious and whiny, often acting like an overgrown child around you, you're his polar opposite - calm and quiet, watching his tantrums with only the barest hint of a smile. people tend to wonder how you put up with him, but the truth is that the two of you balance each other out and bring out the best in one another; you're the ying to his yang.

whenever he's upset about something like the old men in the pax board of directors nagging him, marius will always come rushing to complain to you. he adores how you offer him a listening ear and a third-party opinion, and your tranquility always helps chase away his irritation. he always says you're like the sun pushing away the storm clouds of his anger. as the heir of pax, he's grown up around people always attempting to gain his favour, so marius really appreciates your ability to judge any situation objectively, even those involving him. it's a breath of fresh air to actually get scolded by you whenever he does something nonsensical instead of always being praised no matter what he does.

as for you not getting flustered easily, rest assured that marius will still try his absolute hardest to do so. when his usual trademark playful smirks and winks don't seem to work, he has to up his game, switching to super lame pickup lines which succeed only at making you laugh instead of flustering you (he still counts that as a win). however, he loves seeing even the smallest changes in your expression, such as you being unable to meet his eyes after he peppers kisses all over your face, or you burying your face in his shoulder after his hands travel under your shirt... even if you aren't as audacious with your expressions as he is, marius loves you wholeheartedly for who you are.

more content utc !

[ vyn richter / mo yi ! ]

vyn is actually quite similar to you, he's not the type to have wild expressions or wear his heart on his sleeve, so the two of you get along really well. he needs to be calm in his field of work in order to get people to open up to him, and you're just naturally a very serene person. even vyn feels at peace when he's around you, as being around you is a welcome break from his hectic life running the giannovyn mental health research center.

as a psychologist, vyn is well-versed in analysing body language or facial expressions to determine what someone is thinking. however, since you aren't a very expressive person, vyn becomes more attuned to your needs by communicating verbally with you instead of just assuming based on your body language. you both rarely argue as the two of you prefer to discuss your disagreements in a calm manner instead of getting too heated and saying things you don't mean. vyn also does his best to always ask you for your opinion on everything, from dates to presents, and in this way he manages to keep you as the world's happiest romantic partner.

you not getting flustered easily isn't something that bothers vyn, because he himself isn't someone who actively teases you that much. however, he adores seeing even the slightest changes in your expression when he does something for you, like when your nose scrunches up because you're trying not to cry happy tears, or your wide eyes when he surprises you with another grand gesture - it all feels like those are special sides of you only he gets to see. and that is exactly why vyn always goes over-the-top in extravagant preparations for you, whether it's growing your favourite flowers in his garden or baking you the perfect pastries - he loves you so much that he does everything he can to see your happy smile.

✧ thank you for reading ! if you have a request, feel free to send it in 🌠

#[ my writing — ! ]#[ tears of themis — ! ]#marius von hagen x reader #vyn richter x reader #tears of themis x reader #marius x reader #vyn x reader #lu jinghe x reader #mo yi x reader #tot x reader #marius von hagen #vyn richter

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bewitchabyss · 10 months

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idk if y'all saw the preview for the 3rd anniv but HOLY SHIT. i thought we peaked with the 2nd anniv cards but the horny levels are being raised for 3rd anniv. we really going from like nc16 (borderline m18 with vyn's 2nd anniv ssr) to full on m18??? we are getting submissive and breedable men?!?! (pics utc)

HEY SIRI PLAY SEVEN (EXPLICIT VER.) BY JUNGKOOK BC THIS IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS I'M BOUTA GO FERAL RAAAARRR

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emmimimii · 10 months

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“I didn’t think - the one who couldn’t catch up (to the rhythm), would be me”

“If I said we should end, will you stop?”

#mo yi #mo yi x reader #tears of themis vyn #tears of themis smut #tot smut #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #vyn richter

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themisimagines · 9 months

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i could sleep inside the cold of you

inspired by: the 'aimed at your heart' vyn ssr card content: heavily draws upon catherynne m. valente's deathless, 2.5k of seduction & smut so buckle up characters: vyn, fem!reader optional background music: house of cards by bts; take me to church by hozier; religion by lana del rey; the anna karenina (2012) soundtrack

“A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between married people is incomprehensible to outsiders. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying, but what we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.” - Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

The long table is laid with a feast fit for a king. Platters heaped high with glistening honeyed confits, crisp crackling meat, steaming vegetables delicately braised, deep tureens of stew rich in marrow, an excess of riches, accompanied by what you believe are entire truffles, a sharp knife laid beside them for you to shave your desired portion onto your meal, black salt glistening darkly under the chandelier, in addition to a dish of black sturgeon eggs, like so many pearls gathered in a heap for your amusement.

Entering the dining room on Vyn’s arm, you are shocked by the abundance, the sheer extravagance of it all. You are dressed in a floor length black gown painstakingly embroidered with gold thread, produced seemingly out of thin air by one of the maids, saying that Vyn has requested that you wear it this evening. The material is silky against your skin, making you shiver with every move. The emerald bracelet Vyn won at the Umir Festival is the perfect accompaniment. Vyn, is of course, impeccable in his smoking jacket and tailored trousers.

‘Are we expecting guests?’ You ask Vyn incredulously, staring at the food. ‘Surely Mr. Wechsler was confused.’

‘Not at all. But I believe I once made you a promise that you would never go hungry.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Vyn, we’ll hardly be able to finish this on our own.’

‘My beloved, whatever we cannot finish, I promise that I will allow you to take down to the soup kitchen to feed the hungry populace. Such a role is fitting for the lady of this house, after all.’

‘I’m hardly the lady of the house yet,’ you mutter, flushing red at the implication.

‘Before you launch into another complaint about how you don’t deserve such wonderful treatment, may I propose something, my lady?’ Vyn stops at the door and looks quite seriously down at you from the gold rims of his glasses. You turn your face upwards, marvelling in how beautifully his silver hair frames his face, the way his gaze seems to strip you completely bare.

‘I’ll allow it,’ you say. ‘What do you propose?’

‘Do you trust me?’ Vyn asks.

Your mind flashes back to earlier in the day, during the hunt. Your bodies pressed up against each other, drawing the bow and nocking the arrow. His quiet instructions in your ear, your breath, held for so long you almost grew dizzy, and then, the blur of victory after, shattering the intimate moment.

‘Yes,’ you say at length. ‘I do trust you.’

‘Then I propose that we play a little game. There is no need for you to speak tonight. Whatever you eat will be fed from my hand. Give yourself to me completely, and trust me to take care of you. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, you can say our safe word.’

You stare into his eyes, and he stares back, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. You nod once, slowly. An assent to his conditions. The game has begun.

‘Excellent. Your decisiveness is one of the things I most admire about you. And just once, could you say our safe word, before we embark on this little journey together?’

‘Pomegranate,’ you say, lips parting to let it slide out in a whisper.

‘Very good, my beloved.’ Vyn guides you to where the food awaits, seating you on his right hand side, while he takes the seat at the head of the table. ‘I remember peeking at the suppers my grandmother used to host here. My grandfather would sit at the head of the table, here, while my grandmother sat all the way down there, at the end of the table, both of them as far apart from each other as they could get. The length of the table being a gesture of power, to be sure, but hardly conducive for marital harmony. I believe they even ate like that when they didn’t have guests, or took meals apart. So much nicer to sit together like this, no?’

You almost open your mouth to say something or ask a question, but Vyn silences you with a finger on your lips.

‘I would not be asking you to do this if it was easy, my love, I know it is difficult for you. But we are nurturing this fledgling trust you have placed in me, and the game has just started.’

You watch Vyn’s slow, careful movements as he tears a hunk of golden bread and dips it in olive oil and black salt, the crumb flecked with herbs. He feeds you the morsel gently, telling you about the special wheat used in making the bread and the fields in Svart where it grows. You listen with rapt attention as his voice carries on, moving from dish to dish. As he promises, he feeds you every first bite with his own fingers, their tips gently grazing against the corners of your mouth, leaving your skin tingling and yearning for more.

Your mouth is filled with rich flavours of cream and wild fowl, preserves and pickles, salt and fat, acid and heat. Vyn keeps up the one-sided conversation, reading your mind to say your answers for you, his low tones sending a shiver up your spine. The wine makes your head light and airy. As the meal comes to a close, Vyn feeds you a last mouthful of dessert, his long index finger swiping away a trail of honey from the corner of your mouth. A burst of words comes from you as you impulsively grab his wrist and then place a kiss directly in the palm that has been feeding you all evening.

‘I love you, Vyn,’ you barely whisper, voice hoarse.

Vyn extracts his hand and gives a loud sigh, standing up from the table. ‘You were doing so well, my darling. Like Orpheus, who turned back just at the very last minute and lost Eurydice, so have you lost our little game.’

His eyes are dark, but with a distinct sense of amusement and mischief behind them. ‘Had you won, your prize would have been a fairytale ending, where I swept you off your feet and carried you to the fireplace in the hall, where a magical bower of furs and pillows have been prepared, and you would have sweet love made to you all night—’

‘I don’t care about fairytale endings,’ you interrupt Vyn, standing and moving toward him, a defiance in your tone calculated to push him off the edge, to turn his beautifully crafted game on its head.

Vyn growls and then pounces on you, lips seeking yours harshly, in an attempt to punish you. You kiss him back just as fiercely, biting his lip and drawing blood, smearing it over both your bottom lips, the taste of iron and salt with the sweet still lingering on your tongues. He pushes you both back onto the table, until your legs are wrapped against it and your spine is bent backwards, dress sliding upwards until your thighs are visible.

When he pulls away, it is to admire how rumpled he has left you, how wanting. Your hair is loosened from its carefully piled topknot, lying curled and ragged around your face, which still bears a slight trace of his blood. Your chest, heaving, the tops of your breasts exposed. Legs slightly spread to accommodate his waist, his face looming over yours as if he is about to devour you.

‘Since you seem to be evading my best attempts at seduction, I cannot promise I will be gentle,’ he warns with a smirk.

‘Maybe that was my intention all along,’ you make an effort to retort, although you are aware of how vulnerable a position you are in.

Vyn pushes the dishes off the table, everything landing in a loud clatter on the floor.

‘Vyn!’ You exclaim, turning to look at the food, but he lifts you up onto the table, then pushes your dress upwards around your hips, ripping aside your flimsy underwear. You are about to say something in protest, but then his mouth is on you, trailing heated kisses along your inner thighs, hot breath making you squirm even as he keeps a vice-like grip on your hips. When he licks a hot, wet stripe up the length of your cunt, you cry out in pleasure, spine curving upwards to get more of it.

‘Hm, you seem to be enjoying yourself,’ Vyn pauses to comment. ‘Should I continue?’

‘I will never forgive you if you stop now,’ you pant, and then reach down to encourage his head back between your legs.

He laughs, then applies himself fully to the task, tongue endlessly swirling, and then thrusting inside, all while your hands are twined in his hair, tugging so hard that you are briefly afraid that you have hurt him. He doesn’t show any sign of discomfort, diligently licking and sucking until you are so close to coming, your body a tightly wound mass of nerves. You catch his eyes flicking up to watch your reactions, and just as you are about to come, he pulls away, wiping his mouth away on his sleeve and grinning viciously. You cry out at the sudden loss of heat, writhing in distress.

‘Don’t you think you deserve some punishment for ruining our evening? You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?’ He hisses, then pulls you toward him, forcing you to turn around. Disoriented from the disrupted orgasm and sudden movement, you flail for a moment, then hear the clink of Vyn removing his belt behind you. He grabs your hands and holds them together, using his belt to wrap your wrists snugly, but not too tight. Before anything else happens, he leans forward to where your face is, brushes your hair gently aside to whisper in your ear, ‘Pomegranate?’

You shake your head desperately. ‘Good girl,’ he tells you, stroking your hair.

Then the brief moment of tenderness quickly passes as Vyn grabs your hips, your face sliding across the polished wood of the table and ass sticking up in the air, your cunt completely exposed, only your legs holding you up. Unable to see what’s going on behind you, you can only tremble in anticipation, the feel of Vyn’s hands roughly positioning you so he can enter you.

His first thrust is not at all gentle, burying him to the hilt in your hot, slick cunt. You both cry out from the fullness, at how ready your cunt is for him.

‘Look at you clenching around me, such a needy, desperate little slut,’ Vyn purrs, painfully dragging out his first few thrusts so that despite your limited range of movement, you are squirming and begging for more.

‘More,’ You beg. ‘Please, Vyn, I need more.’

‘You will get more when I decide you deserve more,’ Vyn warns, slowing his hips even more, the promise of more friction hanging just out of reach. ‘It’s my turn to enjoy myself.’

You cry out in frustration, and are met with a ringing slap on your ass, the pain tingling deliciously.

‘Can’t be helped,’ he sighs, pretending that you have forced him to this point, when you can tell that it is taking all of his own self-control not to just thrust into you with wild abandon. ‘You’re forcing me to play my hand, you naughty little thing. Do you want to see me lose control?’

He punctuates the last sentence with a vicious thrust, going deeper than before and making you squeal. The sound makes him stop, and he reaches beside you for a napkin.

‘I think we need to work on your silence,’ Vyn says, hips still moving gently while his hands have left your hips and are doing something else. He leans down, pressing his weight against you and hand coming toward your face with the folded napkin.

‘Open your mouth,’ he tells you, then puts the napkin delicately between your teeth. ‘Now, bite down. If you let the napkin fall, I can only assume it is because you intend on using our safe word, and in any event, that would mean our little game is over. If you want to continue, your only choice is to behave yourself.’

You bite down on the cloth napkin, and Vyn cocks his head sideways to look at your trapped face, giving you a wink before returning to his position behind you. He starts off with slow thrusts again, searching for the right angle, hips snapping leisurely into your ass, the sound of skin on skin turning you on more, if that was even possible. Your soft moans are muffled by the napkin, which is slowly soaking with saliva.

‘Such a good girl,’ Vyn cooes as he thrusts deeply and you give a low, dull moan, trying to stifle your noises. ‘Let’s see how you do under more difficult conditions.’

He reaches down to grasp a handful of your hair, pulling your head upwards so that your spine is arched like a bow, and begins moving faster, each thrust of his cock a blinding shaft of light in equal parts pain and pleasure. If anyone were to walk in on you both right now, or even listen in on what was happening, they would hear a symphony of moaning, Vyn growling to tell you what a good girl you are, how well you are taking his cock, as if you were made for him. Your hands behind your back, back impossibly arched as he grips onto your hair, subject to the pleasure that is invading every part of your body.

Vyn’s thrusts grow harder and more needy, and your cunt has begun to spasm, craving sweet release.

‘I want to see your face when I make you cum,’ He rasps, and then pulls out, flipping you effortlessly onto your back, hair spilling out in all directions. Your arms are crushed behind your back, but the pain of your stretching shoulder joints is welcome, only adding to your pleasure. He is stretched out on top of you, mouth hungry, diving for your breasts, teasing your nipple with his tongue, hand reaching down to rub your clit in agonising circles, then slipping back inside you and groaning at the sensation. You cling on to the napkin for dear life, terrified that if you drop it, he might really stop, and leave you empty and wanting, just like that.

But Vyn doesn’t stop. His eyes locked onto your face, he rubs your clit ceaselessly as he pounds into you, again and again in a vicious, desperate pace.

‘Come for me, my love,’ he whispers, and like that, you are undone, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as your cunt clenches, legs shaking from the effort. A few more hard thrusts and Vyn joins you, thrusting deeply inside you one last time and then collapsing, his cock still throbbing as it fills you with cum.

He only allows himself a few moments before quickly sitting you up to undo the restraints around your wrist, examining them for chafing, pressing a light kiss to each one when he finds you perfectly well and unharmed.

‘Was I too rough?’ Vyn asks, hurrying to hand you his jacket. You shake your head, a mischievous grin on your face as you refuse to drop the napkin between your teeth. He blushes and removes it. You stretch your jaw a few times, which is slightly sore from clenching so hard, but will be fine in a few moments.

‘Please, Vyn, I would have used the safe word if I was being hurt.’ You reassure him. ‘The only thing I regret is that I’m probably too tired to go through all that again.’

‘Too tired?’ Vyn’s smirk returns. ‘I hope not. There’s still a fireplace and a floor full of furs waiting for us.’

In the blink of an eye, you are swept up in his arms, and he is carrying you to the door, like a bride over the threshold of her new home. He hasn’t even bothered to put on any clothes, trousers long forgotten, and his dress shirt hanging loose.

‘Vyn,’ you say, an idea suddenly coming into your mind. ‘You knew I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet, didn’t you?’

‘I will neither confirm nor deny my initial hypothesis,’ Vyn says. ‘But let’s just say, the outcome was above and beyond what I expected.’

As he carries you to the hall and the fireplace, two of his fingers have secretly slipped into your cunt once again, and you sneak a glance at him, grinning.

#tears of themis #tears of themis smut #vyn tears of themis #vyn richter #vyn richter x reader #vyn richter smut #vyn tot #tot imagines #tot smut #mo yi #mo yi x reader #VERY loose canon interpretation (haven't played all the cards)#okay listen LISTEN i am obsessed with the fact that vyn is always playing mind games and testing people esp mc in early game #my vision of him is always negotiating that space of trust #wanting you to trust him more and more and completely giving yourself to him #and because you are so competitive you /want/ to pass all his tests #anyway even though it's been almost 10 years deathless still has a strong grip on my heart everyone go read it

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 2 months

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Favorite Part of your Body

AKA: The Butts, Boobs, or Legs argument with the NXX men

Ask box is open for event and requests

Cw: Suggestive,

Vyn x fem!Reader, Luke x fem!Reader, Marius x fem!reader, Artem x fem!reader,

Vyn Richter

Legs

Hands down, Vyn “Probably a Red Flag” Richter is a legs person

You in a short skirt and a pair of 2+ inch strappy heels is a wet dream for him

When he finally sees the real thing, Vyn.exe has stopped working. He’s torn between showing you off and hiding you away, Or skipping whatever engagement was planned and seeing if you want to fuck like rabbits instead

He’s an educated man, but he is a man

Luke Pearce

If you asked him this, he’d have to think for a second

On one hand, boobs make good pillows on the other hand, butts. Just butts

In the end he has to go with butts. They’re great for watching and great for touching, how can he complain?

Marius von Hagen

His response was “Can I pick all three?” “No.” “Ok, fiiine, boobs”

They’re oft and generally round and make great pillows

He loves to rest his head on your boobs after a long day

He has definitely asked if could paint them, like in the “Paint me like your French girls” scene in Titanic

Your response was something along the lines of “Marius! Von! Hagen!”

“What?! They’re nice!”

He eventually relented, resolving to convince you one day

Artem Wing

Another legs person (though he won't complain about any part of you)

I mean, they’re on display to some extent all day every day

He’s very respectful about it, but some dark and horny corner of his mind would really like to see you in a much shorter skirt

Your legs feature very prominently in some of his secretary-boss roleplay fantasies

Not that he would tell you that (he totally does, after you two have been together for a while. You blush but are happy to oblige)

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kazumist · 1 year

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WHAT LOVING HIM FEELS LIKE .ᐟ

✩ — includes: nxx men x gn!reader. reader is not rosa. fluff <3. no cws. wc: 589. please reblog !! it would help a real lot. jinghe = marius, xia yan = luke, mo yi = vyn, zuo ran = artem (just to avoid confusion!).

lu jinghe — !

the times where he would endlessly tease you until no end, the smirk that you oh so wanted to wipe off of his face still stitched onto his features as his confidence was very much loud between the two of you. loving lu jinghe can be quite messy. the times where you’d stay in his studio watching him paint and you hadn’t realized that you dozed off until he shook your shoulders to wake you up. or the times where you’d get mad at his idiotic teasing as he continuously apologized to you.

although loving him can be messy, it can also be nice and caring. the small moments where he would softly smile at you while you two were on a small date in a dessert shop, you could already sense the love he holds for you through that small glint in his eyes if you stared back at him.

xia yan — !

sweet as candy and as affectionate as he can be. that’s how he loves you; you’d never leave his mind if you two were far from each other. he’d try to spend a lot of time with you; who wouldn’t want so many memorable moments with their beloved? the little instances where you would randomly bump into each other on the street and soon spend the rest of your time together, whether it was just watching films with cuddles or just playing around in xia yan’s antique shop.

sweet, is how you would describe what loving xia yan feels like. the excitement in your chest when you see him means that you know that you will have a great time with him again today. but there will also be a few butterflies in your stomach as he makes you blush, but he blushes harder than you.

mo yi — !

as much as he enjoys music, loving mo yi is like playing the same track over and over again. it’s a never ending feeling of joy and fondness you hold for each other. even if you replayed this track, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. no matter how much you two bond over music, it doesn’t matter because your favorite track will still be his expression of appreciation for you.

the track containing his soft words of confession towards you—how could you get tired of it? it’d make your heart flutter every time. although most flowers would wilt, you, being his rose in his heart, would never dwindle, for he would cherish it with the utmost care and love it more than anything. the rose in his heart could never wilt like other flowers, could it?

zuo ran — !

a balloon making it’s way up in the air before slowly popping. it’s how zuo ran’s heart would explode every time he was with you. he wonders how a person like you could be with him, but he isn’t complaining. he’s quite grateful that he’s got someone like you with him. the blush creeping up to his cheeks as you fix his tie because it was messy while the two of you are alone at his office is something that he can’t quite control as he tries to regain his composure and stop himself from stuttering.

loving zuo ran would be a nice feeling. a bit cliché during some moments, but overall, it’s just a nice feeling to have. delicate feelings in each other’s hands, his being with yours, and vice versa. it was fragile—this was fragile. but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right?

#( writings )#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #marius x reader #luke x reader #vyn x reader #artem x reader #lu jinghe x reader #xia yan x reader #mo yi x reader #zuo ran x reader #marius #luke #vyn #artem #i think i like this one #will most likely flop but oh well

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yanderelucy2 · 1 year

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First Love or Last Love

Would Tears of Themis Male Leads prefer to be your first or last love? This is simple not story laid out, just what they'd prefer.

Disclaimer: some may include possesive characteristic!

Artem Wing: Last Love

He would rather die with you, any love before him is irrelevant. All that matters to him is life with you, and that your love is everlasting through eternity. Love through the afterlife and living life. He doesn't mind if someone once occupied your mind, if for the rest of eternity your mind is occupied with him.

Marius Von Hagen: Last Love

He could never picture a world without you, your love lasts even after all red roses in the world wilt and go extinct. He's mindful of the power of first love, but that's his drive and desire to be the best and be all you could ever want. He will spoil you in love and riches until you're drunk on him, but he will even take care of you to make sure you don't break as fragile you are. (:O this was so hard)

Luke Pearce: First Love

He has been with you from the very start, if someone else took his place he'd never recover. He must be your first, at everything. No one else is allowed to hold your hand and run through life with you. He trusts you and himself to never leave. Even if he passes, he trusts you would stay loyal with that gold on your last finger.

Vyn Ritcher: First Love

He could never recognize the thought of you ever loving someone that wasn't him. His jealousy doesn't allow for it, he understands the naive first love and how it truly sticks in one's mind. His heart doesn't rationalize you being in love with others, no matter what he must be the one and only love of your life.

I myself prefer being a first love because I have jealousy issues...

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artemstellation · 2 years

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tot men + catching their significant other staring at them with lovestruck expressions.

artem wing...

.... is taken aback ― he's certainly kind of used to a relationship, but at moments like these, he thinks that he's just pursuing a new relationship, because he doesn't know how to deal with it.

is further taken aback when you lean forward and kiss him hard, but soon finds himself reciprocating with the same, if not more, fervor. he wants you to know how much he's grateful for your presence in his life, and how much he loves you and the way it pours out of his very being for you ― and you, only.

quietly decides to himself to try and be more affectionate with you, and it's evident in the way his hand gently and slowly slips into yours and he tenderly squeezes it, twining his fingers with yours, or how there's always a peck on your forehead every time he sees you, even if it's only been a few minutes ― he's absolutely enamored with you, and he wants you to know it, through his silent care and affection.

marius von hagen...

.... stops in his tracks when he first notices it ― but then he's back to his usual, teasing self like nothing is out of the ordinary, however, it's all a facade to hide how flustered he is from you.

though that persona drops again when you kiss him, he can't have you knowing that, can he? that's why he'll kiss you harder (and makes it into a pseudo-competition again). but deep down, he knows that you understand what he means through his touch and through the hidden tunes of affection from his words ― and he finds himself immensely thankful for that.

he definitely makes it another competition between the two of you on who can make the most declarations of love to the other. he can, and he has, told you some of the most ridiculous proclamations of love to you, and he takes pride in them, but you know that's just his way of saying he loves you. so what better way to reciprocate? proclaim yours even more ridiculously (he adores it).

luke pearce...

.... is the human personification of a combination between a ripe tomato and a fully cooked lobster (or alternatively, luke is so red and steaming that you can probably cook something on him). he's utterly speechless. lord give him strength, he thinks, but unfortunately for him, it is not his day.

somehow possibly grows even more sanguine than he was before when he's kissed, and ceases all functions immediately. he's a husk of a man, for his soul has ascended (give him another kiss and he'll be right back to the land of the living). and then he gives you the most shy of pecks, because he cannot look at you in the eyes, lest he combust right then and there.

luke is petty. very petty. will get you back by trying all methods of getting you flustered and ruffling your feathers (ha, peanut-), but all playfulness aside, he significantly grows more softer than he was before (somehow, yes, that's possible). his heart soars with joy every time he sees you, and he wants you to know it, feel it. but judging by those expressions, you probably do, but there's no harm in amping up his efforts, is there?

vyn richter...

.... remains the most calm and collected (on the outside only). he's a master at hiding his feelings, and this occasion is no exception either, but he does send a soft smile your way ― it's his way or reciprocating.

becomes more open with you ― even if it's just a little. tells you more about his days, and about the little things that he notices through the day, be it about the people around him, or about something he saw on tv. he just likes hearing you talk, and that look in your eyes makes him want to melt in his place, and he just can't have enough.

spoils you even more than he probably does. he's rich, he knows that, you know that, everyone and their grandmas know that. he's awkward when it comes to genuinely expressing his affection and thus, does it in the best way that he knows he can. his gifts are thoughtful ― ones that you can definitely find a use for, and that you can use for a long, long time. finds himself smiling ear to ear when he sees you using his gifts, and maybe, just maybe, you'll find a new side of him opening up soon.

✦ notes; oh my god. it has been so long since i've last been here, and i am so sorry for that ― as a senior in my last year of high school (which is really important where i live), i really haven't been able to find time to write at all. i am so sorry for all those requests i wasn't able to finish back then, but i promise i'll try and write more soon! tysm for being patient <3

― rine

#(🐅) rine's musings #tears of themis #artem wing #marius von hagen #luke pearce #vyn richter #tears of themis artem #tears of themis marius #tears of themis luke #tears of themis vyn #tears of themis x reader #zuo ran x reader #lu jinghe x reader #xia yan x reader #mo yi x reader #yikes i did not realise that i hadn't posted this

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ohthemis · 10 months

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Hi hi. May I request tot boys reaction with an MC who is an accountant and blurs out one day “man, I dont understand math at all”. My colleague said this and I was so confused

with an accountant mc who says they can’t understand math

characters: luke pearce, vyn richter

a/n: i only have the energy to write for two guys and i always do marius and artem, so these two get lucky today

LUKE PEARCE

really confused. “you’re an accountant, how can you not understand math??”

hell bent on proving you understand math. starts printing math worksheets for you to answer.

if you fail the worksheets, he starts tutoring you. idk he’s really determined on this.

gets really worked up about it and doesn’t know why either. you get a good laugh about it.

VYN RICHTER

“if i said i didn’t know psychology, my patients would probably start panicking. let’s hope your clients never hear you say this.”

sly smile, massages your shoulders, a soft peck on the lips, “is that better for your brain?”

if you said that because you having difficulty with something, he tries to help, but between you and him, he’s not the one who knows what’s going on

he’ll humor you definitely, but he DOUBTS that you don’t know math

#tot #tot x reader #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis #luke x reader #luke pearce x reader #tears of themis luke #vyn x reader #tears of themis vyn #vyn richter #luke pearce #vyn richter x reader #xia yan x reader #xia yan #mo yi #mo yi x reader

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scribs-dibs · 1 year

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vyn as a vampire is so interesting...

it's about the consumption and the desire of it all! he needs you. constantly. and he, being as closed off— as independent as he is, would hate every second of it. vyn would hate how he hears blood pumping through your veins, how your heart beats, pushing forth the very thing he needs to survive. and then everything shifts. it isn't about your blood anymore, but your skin. it dimples under his touch, because he holds you so desperately as he plants puncture wounds into your neck. it isn't about your blood anymore, but your voice. the way you sigh pleasantly, used to the soft sting of his bite. it isn't about your blood anymore, but your scent. vyn doesn't pick up on just the scent of sweet iron, he smells you on the coat he let you borrow. everytime he brushes past it as he enters his home, it's as if he’s passing by you, and suddenly he can't focus for the rest of the night.

and soon vyn doesn't care much for your physical attributes at all. the sweet taste of your blood still tempts him, sure, but the sound of your laugh is even sweeter. the sparkles in your eyes are almost blinding. he reminds himself that it is he who is the predator. you are supposed to be the awaiting prey. ...except it's him who feels encased in your jaws, in your sharp teeth. it's him who feels wholly, entirely, consumed by you.

i imagine in your first kiss, he handles you like spun sugar or like fine glassware. you feel the delicate brush of fangs against your lips, but they make no move to sink deeper. he doesn't care about your blood anymore, he cares about you. what other tastes do you have to offer him? are they as sweet, as tempting as your blood was? vyn has no doubt that they are, and he plans to uncover them all.

#vyn richter x reader #vyn richter #mo yi #mo yi x reader #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis headcanons #innhonor of that one halloween piece i never finished...rest in peace....#☆.writing

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nagisadelune · 1 year

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Headcanon: Vyn Opening Up

(Definitely not edited)

Oh ho? Writing about a super deep topic? Either way, I'm back to write another Vyn headcanon! For this one, I drew inspiration from Kaguya-sama because let's be honest: they have a lot of great ideas for romance and stuff, especially with the couples in the show. However, this topic leads to several different ideas that I had such as Vyn actually being able to express himself or just starting to feel comfortable and relax.

In the end, I think I ended up with the one idea you'll read because I think that it's shorter. Although the other one works just as well with the topic we want to talk about, I think it deserves to be written better and be more expressive in terms of what we see from the relationship; basically, I would want to write it as a proper fanfiction rather than just the quick headcanons that I write. With that aside, I hope that you enjoy reading this!

For the timeline, I think that this should be around the beginning of your relationship since I feel like this would be established well before you guys get engaged. Also, Vyn's partner can be anyone including Rosa, so that means whoever you are, you can imagine that it's you and him! Alright, let's get to the story!

⭐⭐⭐

She would never love me like this.

Those word ring through his mind as he carefully adjusts the clothes on his body. Although you two already confessed weeks ago, he can't help but feel doubtful about himself as a lover. He knows that you were being truthful about your feelings that day, yet he doubts that you would love the other sides of him: the side that made everyone in his home country reject him, the side when he's stressed, and even the side when he's slightly irritated. With these sides overwhelming him, he wishes he could just let them all out and expose himself to you.

He can't lose you though. After everything that has happened, all he wants is for you to be by his side, but he can't let the one he wants nearest to him to see his weak side because no one would like it. Plus, no one wants to see a tired person after such a long week; he needs to hide it.

"Dr. Richter!" you call out when you spot him in the lobby of your building, but you falter when you notice his tired expression. "Dr. Richter?" Your steps approach him before your figure stops in front of him. When he turns to look at you, the dark eye bags under his eyes contrasts his pale skin, making the concern starting to bubble inside you. He gives you a small smile, hiding the exhaustion from the week.

"Hey, how are you?" he asks quietly, the fake smile extending to his eyes. You look at him, noting his tired golden eyes blink as he looks back at you. Although you haven't said anything to him, you have noticed his tired eyes for a few weeks now, and you're starting to feel restless with what has been happening.

"I'm okay. Are you okay though?" you ask, choosing your words carefully. Your hand slightly reaches to his cheek, feeling the dryness of his skin against your hand. With a frown on your face, you place your hand on his forehead, concerned about him getting sick. His hand reaches up to grab yours and brings it down from his forehead, staring at it and squeezing a bit.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answers softly, not making any eye contact with you. Your mind races as you try to figure out how to help him before a plan forms in your head. Deciding to act on it, you grab his hand and tug on it. His eyes meet yours, slightly confused as he tries to piece together your actions.

"Let's head back," you whisper, swinging your interlocked hands. With a sigh, he stands up and nods in agreement, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. With another slight tug, you two walk back to your apartment, the sounds of the city filling your ears. Although you guys didn't share any words, the silence surprisingly does not feel awkward like it needs to be filled with conversation. Besides, Vyn's thoughts consume his mind, and it seems like he wants to sit with them for a bit.

The moment you step inside the apartment, you immediately drag Vyn to the couch. Despite his confusement, Vyn willingly follows you, taking a seat after you tap the couch cushion besides you. Watching him, you notice his eyes rarely meet yours, making you concerned. With a squeeze of his hand, he looks up at you before sighing.

"Vyn, be honest," you start, hoping for him to open up about his feelings. "Are you feeling okay?" With Vyn's gaze on you, he smiles slightly before squeezing your hand, trying to reassure you.

"I'm okay," he answers with his eye smile. "Don't worry about me, okay?" Although he normally answers well enough to hide his feelings, you know that he's lying to you, and his answer blatantly reveals his feelings. With a huff, you can feel the anger boiling your blood, and Vyn keeps his eyes lowered. As much as he can hide it from you with his words and actions, his eyes would reveal everything to you in an instant. You tug at his hand again, prying an answer out of him.

"Please just tell me," you mutter, looking at your intertwined fingers. You can't help but feel slightly upset that he insists on being strong in front of you. Deep inside, you know that there is something troubling him, and you want him to feel comfortable enough to talk about it with you.

"I'm serious," he answers, squeezing your hand. "I feel fine." That makes you hit your breaking point. With an angry huff, you look at him with a pout, ready to lecture him about how keeping everything bottled inside will make him feel worse. However, you try to keep your anger at bay; there's no way he would immediately feel comfortable with your request, so you need to take baby steps.

"As much as you're going to try and convince me that you are okay, I can tell you aren't," you start, clearly explaining the situation from your perspective. Despite the anger that wants to come out of you, you know better than to explode at him for his feelings. "I've been worried for weeks about this, and I just need you to understand that I'm here for you. You might not feel comfortable to talk about it, but I just want you to know that I'm here to listen whenever you want someone," you continue after a shaky breath, your eyes still looking at your intertwined fingers. "Please," you whisper, "don't try to hold it all in." The anger inside you dissipates to sadness as you work out your feelings over the topic. You shoot him a small smile which Vyn returns with a sigh.

"Alright then," Vyn responds back quietly, brushing away the strands of hair away from your face. "I didn't want to bother you with this problem since I thought you only wanted to see the stronger side of me." He reaches for your other hands, forcing the two of you to directly face each other on the couch. "I'm sorry that you have been so worried about me," he apologizes as his thumbs run over the back of your hands. You watch him bring your hands to his lip to kiss them before tugging gently on them to close the distance between you two. His arms wrap around you as he gently rests his chin on your shoulder. Despite your flushed cheeks, you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head.

"Tired?" you whisper into his ear, your hands gently smoothing the strands of his silky white hair down. You feel him nod into your shoulder as his hands gently lower to your waist. In an instant, you feel his hands grip your waist before moving you towards him, settling your figure close enough that your legs legs are touching. With his sudden actions, your cheeks happen to become redder than before, leading to you hiding your face into his shoulder.

With a shaky breath, he asks, "Is it okay if we can talk about it?" Shocked, you pull yourself away from him to look at his face. When you two make eye contact, you notice the honest gleam in his eyes, making you smile a bit. You nod a bit before you rest against him again. Although he feels scared to admit his weakness to you, your words were enough to ease his worries a bit; he's definitely not close to completely opening up to you yet, he feels comforted to witness your willingness and care.

For the rest of the time you're together, Vyn speaks in a hushed voice as he conveys his feelings without the restraint he normally shows. Although he decides to not reveal certain details, the weight of keeping it to himself finally lifts off his chest.

Maybe it's okay to be weak in front of her.

⭐⭐⭐

And that's a wrap! I was kind of hoping that this one would end up better, but it is what it is. This is what I get for not thinking things through, but I still hope that you liked this one! I'll see you in the next one!

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calx-bdo · 1 year

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"A psychiatrist never tells his secrets."

A TEARS OF THEMIS FANFIC

FT. VYN, YOU

G/N READER!

"Oh, how can one man figure out all my secrets!"

The morning sun shined into the window, curtains slowly flowing to the rhythm of the softly blowing wind. Outside the window, birds chirped as the morning dew slowly dripped off leaves.

This would be a perfect morning, if you were not losing your minds over Vyn's mind games.

First off, he woke up earlier than you. Earlier! Vyn, the man who has shifted NXX meetings to the afternoon to fit his sleeping schedule. Vyn, the man who under no circumstance would absolutely allow anybody (well, except you) to wake him up before 11am, waking up before you!? Unheard of!

What was even worse was that he also PREPARED BREAKFAST? He woke up of early morning drowsiness and made you breakfast?! Okay, maybe he was being the oh-so-caring boyfriend that he is but..It truly is too much to believe!!!

However, a package arrived. Not knowing what was inside it, you called Vyn over to take a look. He deduced that perhaps it could be something that a client sent as thanks for their case, or perhaps one of Vyn's patients sent over a gift of appreciation. And so, you both opened it together. Inside...was none other than....

The gold necklace you had wanted?!

The week before, you and Vyn were out shopping together. However, Vyn said he had left something in his car and went to go get it, and you were walking around jewelry stores just to find something eye-catching to wear to a masquerade ball that you both were invited to. However, all the prices made your wallet feel empty, even though you haven't even bought anything yet...

But somehow the gold necklace is right in front of your very eyes?! Vyn's face etched a sly grin, and his eyes displayed that he knew something that was kept a secret from you. This was truly all too mind-boggling! (had to sneak in a white person phrase sorry)

Of course, out of curiosity you asked Vyn what was he smiling about. He merely shrugged and said, "Haha, for me to know, for you to find out."

This Vyn-! Well, at least you have something to wear to the ball..

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rinstrumental · 2 years

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false god

vyn richter / 363 words

# afab!reader, suggestive

'i know heaven’s a thing, i go there when you touch me.'

this relationship was basically doomed from the beginning. the NXX didn’t give much allowance for any sort of romance, especially when it was between two of its members.

but god, is that easy to forget when vyn richter’s lips are running down your neck as his hands wander down your torso, leaving you to cling to his shoulders and pull him in even closer. “we have… a meeting… in ten minutes.” you close your eyes, trying to focus on steadying your erratic heartbeat. last time was supposed to be the last time.

“marius is always at least half an hour late. i think we can afford to stay here a little longer.” vyn replies quickly, immediately returning to planting open-mouthed kisses across your exposed collarbones. his statement helps you relax a little, your tensed muscles slackening. it’s a bit worrying how vyn can reassure you so easily, coax you into anything with his even voice. is he just that much of an expert at psychology or do you just want to believe everything he says?

the feeling of cold fingers grazing past your bare waist jerks you out of your thoughts. the suddenness of vyn’s touch elicits a soft moan from you, much to your embarrassment. you glance down and vyn has paused his movements, smirking up at you.

“what happened to 'keep quiet', y/n?” before you have the chance to answer, vyn’s hands are moving again, sliding across your back and unhooking your bra. your cheeks heat up at the feeling of the straps slipping off your shoulders and his palms drawing closer to your breasts, sending sparks everywhere he touches. your rationality is slipping, dear god, you need him.

vyn faces you once more, his eyes flickering between your open mouth and your lidded eyes, asking - no, begging for permission. though he doesn’t show it as much, you know how badly he wants this too. not wanting to deny yourself any further, you press your lips against his and you feel vyn melt, his arms pulling you in closer.

‘even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship.’

#vyn richter x reader #vyn richter #vyn x you #vyn x reader #mo yi #mo yi x reader #tot x reader #tears of themis vyn #vyn x mc #vynrosa

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 3 months

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Tears of Themis Guys with an Artistic S/O (Vyn, Marius

These are slightly edited, since I've been playing longer and have a better idea of the boys' personalities.

CW: None

Note: Reader is a messy artist. neat art? what is neat art?

Vyn x gn!reader, Marius x gn!reader, Artem x gn!reader

Vyn

He's of two minds

First, he really does appreciate the arts and likes that you're into them

He's always very happy when you gift him something you did. it doesn't matter what it looks like.

Let's face it, in any other thing he'd be more of a perfectionist, but really, he can't help but think that anything you make is perfect the way it is, even if it isn't art gallery worthy

On the other hand, he has a heart attack every time you do the "messy hands" run to the sink

His house is nice and neat and he seems to really like and even though I'm convinced that a light fixture can always be improved by a couple smudges of paint, I don't think he really is.

At the same time, he's probably laughing a little, because the frantic, hands out in front of you run really is pretty amusing

That being said, he loves you, so he'll just go through and clean it up.

Eventually he gets used to it and starts finding some amusement in the mad dash to the sink. Or just has a sink installed a little bit closer to your work space

speaking of which, he makes sure you have a proper work space. In his opinion the kitchen table is not the best place for messy art, so he'll make sure you have a place where you can be as messy as you want

Marius is so 100% on board. When he realizes you're an artist, he's like a kid on christmas

Marius

Of the three he best understands the fun and the mess

He also knows every possible way to either clean up quickly or to hide the aftermath of messy art. It's something you both make use of because there is absolutely no way there aren't paint fights.

I also get the feeling that you often have smudges on your clothes because he saw you deeply focused and just absolutely had to give you a hug from behind

The one down side is actually for you. He takes your shared creative time as another opportunity to tease--I mean, he's the biggest little shit you'll find. He'll absolutely take advantage of your focus and the fact that you're used to him clinging to put smiley faces in random places on you.

It's chaos. It's fun. But it's also relaxing and quiet. You both get to de-stress and if that means sitting on opposite sides of the studio painting away, that works for both of you

Artem

To start with, is there anything besides a life of crime that Artem isn't supportive of?

He and Thoma are partners in supportive husband types, ok

Like Vyn, he makes sure you have a dedicated work space. It's not because he minds a mess, but because he wants you to have the space and comfort to express yourself to the fullest

He'll often stand in the doorway, watching with this fond smile on his face. like he always does

His mom has actually dropped by and seen this and she thinks it's adorable. She makes sure to tease him about it

After you're finished he likes helping you clean up. It falls under his "care for s/o" thing so well and he's so gentle about it.

When you give him paintings or pottery is always so happy. It could look like a two year old did it and he'd still appreciate the thought.

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yanderelucy2 · 1 year

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Love me.

"I never thought I could love someone this much..." The warmth and increased heart rate he gets near you, he never knew he could feel such ways towards another... the worry that waves across his mind are not minuscule like a wind-driven wave, but one that the Heavens works so hard for.

Dive deep into the mind of Tears of Themis male leads, just how much they adore you, and need you.

A/N: I am not a professional writer so there will be grammar mistakes and lines that don't make sense, this is in no way whatsoever canon and most likely won't fit the MLs' personalities well enough and I apologize for that. I also apologize deeply for my lack of posts, I have been on an indefinite hiatus, I think I will be slowly coming back to posting frequently though.

ML POV

Artem Wing

I have focused and worked so hard for all I've done. Everything I've done was done with thought a meaning put into it, yet the second I met you I found my thoughts becoming hard to control. As I fell deeper and deeper in love with you, my thoughts became obsessed. I worry for you, I worry you work too hard. I will take all that work off your plate so please my dearest rest for me. Hearing you worry for me, I feel such sorrow over causing you to worry, don't mind me.

Don't mind me, I truly wish I could say that with utmost vigilance. I cannot though, for once no matter how much I try I am incapable, incapable of being selfless. I want you for myself, these selfish greedy thoughts flood my mind. I want you to love me, that is the truth I know. I want you to tell me those three sweet savory words "I love you" I have never desired to be loved until we met paths. Love me.

Marius Von Hagen

I've always had an empty hole in my heart, growing up I hoped for one day it would fill itself. Eventually, I became comfortable with this hole... the hole did not seem so endless after a few years as my heart grew. The hole never shrank, but my heart grew. When I met you I thought you were cute, but then I fell in love with you and I can feel my heart begin to consume my body. All reasoning leaves my body and my heart is what leads me, this hole in my heart is so minuscule it matters not.

I want to cherish you and protect you. I want to sculpt your body for myself, leave it as stone to stay on this Earth forever. No matter how you age I will always love you, I will always love your life and death. When I hold the brush my mind will fade away at a glance of you sitting still for me, you obey me so innocently... I mustn't let anyone disrupt your blissful beauty. My heart leads the brush to create heaven's greatest masterpiece. You. I know you love me, and I am truly blessed by cupid. The hole in my heart is the arrow that you shot through my heart.

Luke Pearce

All I've ever wanted was for the thing I cherish most to be safe. I've worked hard even in self-destruction to destroy all malice from reaching you. Explain to me why? I love you so much, yet I know I hurt you the most. I knew you would long for me, I knew we would fall in love. Malice is like the energy in my heart, it can never be created or destroyed, only converted or transferred. I have transferred all that malice into my bones, my bones are weak and fragile. Yet your warm nostalgic arms engulf me in medicine. You are the antidote to the poison I call love.

I have tried to protect you from all malice, yet it was in return for me. I know you love me deeply, but please never sacrifice yourself for one with weak bones like me. You are fragile, you can hurt yourself on cotton wool with that innocence of yours. If anything I wish you didn't love me, but I am selfish and can't help but love you and need you by my side. I want you to love me forever, in return for your mortality.

(This is the worst one lol)

Vyn Ritcher

I need reason. I run off reason like it's a drug. When I'm with you though all reason leaves me, and I don't go through the terrible withdrawal of mental self-destruction. You keep me sane, you have me wrapped around your finger and I don't mind. I would like to stay there forever because I feel no danger, it is only safe. I feel blessed. You can walk me to death's door and I will accept my fate if that is the fate you decide for me.

I'd rather not pass away, I can't leave you yet. I would solve mortality and selfishly keep it for the two of us, to live with you for eternity. That is not allowed though, you would be punished for playing with life like that, and that is why I would take the fall. I don't mind falling if it means I can admire your immortality from the gates. Your sweet porcelain skin mustn't age. Not until you love me, I want us to live happily ever after.

(I struggled so much for Vyn's smh)

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