the first thing you notice about him are his eyes.
vibrant lilac hues that thrum with amusement and mischief, as they focus on you, while you stand and stare, frozen in place.
the second thing you notice about him is his face. it looks something akin to a supernatural’s ― beautiful in a way that can never be human.
a lazy smirk rests on his lips, as he continues to watch you, perched in the summoning circle you made.
the third and final things you notice about him are the horns, the wings and the tail, which sways about just as lazily, until it reaches out and curls tightly around your leg, but you can’t find it in yourself to brush it off.
he looks nothing like the lower demon you were supposed to summon for the new assignment.
you’re not allowed to rest in your thoughts and the incoming mental breakdown any longer, as his tail yanks you forward, and with a surprised yelp, you fall right into his lap, where he holds you prisoner, languidly wrapping his arms around your waist.
your senses come back to you, and you try and get away from him, but his strong grip locks you in place, and he leans in close.
he brushes his head against your neck, seemingly taking in your scent, before he returns and locks his eyes with yours again. he smirks once again ― and somehow manages to look even more attractive than he already did.
“judging from your eyes, i suppose i’m not the demon you intended to summon, did you, darling?”
he doesn’t give you allow you any time to answer, and as his gaze sweeps around your home, he notices the different bags of ingredients that lay strewn across the floor.
“ah, darling, were you trying to summon an imp? you were supposed to use the roots from valerian, not the flowers.”
“thank you for the correction,” you say sarcastically, annoyed at the fact that he’s not letting you talk at all.
“but could you perhaps let me know if you’re planning on letting me go?”
he tilts his head at you, and smiles innocently, before speaking something in demon-tongue.
the translation flows right into your mind, like it was a built in demon-to-human translator.
“i’m sorry, i don’t speak human-tongue, darling.”
“you know i can understand what you’re saying since i summoned you, right?”
he looks surprised for a moment, then looks away and grumbles something under his breath, before he gives you a smug grin once again.
“well then, the answer to your question, darling, is no.”
“no what?”
“no?”
“yes, but what are you telling me no to?”
“oh.”
“i need to know since my mobility is at stake here, uh.. what’s your name again?”
“first of all, my name is marius. marius von hagen, heir to austin von hagen, demon king of the second realm,” he glows with delight at your surprise with the mention of the words ‘demon king’. “second of all, you never asked my name to add the ’again’, darling.”
“….”
you ignore your astonishment and his snark comment in favour of looking at him with raised eyebrows, silently asking him once again, if he was planning on letting you go.
“no. i’m not planning on letting you go at all. you’re stuck with me until you make a contract with me~”
“and why should i?”
“because i can’t go back without you making a contract with me?” he gives you a look that says 'isn’t it obvious? duh, dumb human.’
you feel your eyebrow twitch in annoyance.
“but that isn’t my problem, marius von hagen. it’s yours.” you emphasize on the yours, and he winces in mock hurt.
“ouch, full name already? i didn’t even do anything, human.”
“yes, you have. you’ve done a lot in these past seven minutes.”
he leans in closer, almost expectant of something, of an answer he’s probably received a lot of times before.
“oh, and what have i done exactly?”
“you’ve annoyed me more in that time than my least favourite teachers have by giving me weekend homework during all the years i’ve studied.”
he sits seemingly stunned at your answer, before pouting at you, and begins to whine like the brattiest kid you’ve ever seen.
“oh come on! don’t you find me the least bit attractive? even a little? not even this much?”
he places his pointer and thumb fingers together towards the end of his question, leaving only a tiny space in between them, as he looks like he’s almost ready to cry if you say no one more time.
you shake your head at all his questions, being more and more amused at the way he seemed to deflate with each passing second, his pout growing larger.
it’s not like you’d let anyone, especially a higher demon like he is, know that you find people like his type really, really, really attractive.
but damn, you’d really be lying if you said that you didn’t want to tug on that choker and those necklaces, just to watch his reactions-
a low whine, one that sounds like your friend’s cat when he’s denied treats, brings you out of your thoughts.
marius, it appears, is currently having a mental breakdown over your nonchalant (not really) denial of his attractiveness.
you’re just about to reach your breaking point, ready to burst into roaring laughter, when he snaps his head up and stares at you huffing, as determination for an unknown reason twinkles in his pretty purple eyes.
it appears that there’s a lot of staring going on today, a corner of your mind helpfully supplies, and you snort at it.
it only appears to fuel his decision, the glimmer of his amaranthine eyes growing brighter and bolder.
“well, darling, count yourself lucky! it’s not quite often that someone like me gets summoned so easily and there’s not a lot of humans who pique my interest the way you do.
that’s why i’ll make a special contract just with you ― there’s only one condition: if you still think the same about me after a month, i’ll make any six of your wishes come true, no matter how ridiculous they might be.”
your intuition tells you he wouldn’t leave you alone until you make a contract with him, and so, you decide to spare yourself the trouble and accept his offer.
“how do we make this contract, then?”
he smiles in cat-like satisfaction at your response, and you feel his tail brush against your shoulders, his grip seemingly becoming tighter.
“leave that to me, darling,” he purrs, as he takes one of your hands in his, and places feather light kisses along your fingertips, ones that send shivers down your spine.
he slowly makes his way up, reveling in the way your eyes follow all his movements, and finally, places one last kiss that seems to linger on the inside of your wrist.
the mark of a snake as the symbol of infinity appears on your forearm, and it glows just as perse as his gaze does. it rests on your skin, and tingles as a reminder of the pact that you made with the navy haired devil.
all of a sudden, your mind seems to want to tease him, and so tease him you do.
“alright, as it’s all said and done, could you perhaps let me go now?”
he only nips at your hand in response.
true to his word, marius does his best to make you change your mind (not that it needs to be changed).
however, his enthusiasm and eagerness make two things very, very hard for you. one, for you keep up the act around him (not that he knows, not that you’d ever let him know).
two, for you to not stare every time he habitually tugs on one of his necklaces with his teeth (something deep down tells you that he does it on purpose to mess with you sometimes, and you’re pretty sure that it’s true because he smirks devilishly right after).
he accompanied you to your classes one day (he whined so much and threatened to hug you until you agreed to his demands) ― and while you did summon the lower demon you were required to summon for your assignment, and got perfect grades for it (because marius kept reminding you that you’re supposed to root, not the flowers, but eventually decided to seize the opportunity and guided you through the process himself).
your teacher seemed to be very pleased and impressed with your summoning of marius, taking you as an example of advanced summoning for the rest of your class, as you watched on while trying not to burn yourself alive from embarrassment (marius seemed quite delighted to see you so embarrassed).
he immediately became one of your teacher’s favourites, as soon as they learnt that he was a high ranking demon, the son of a demon king at that, and was soon granted permission to accompany you to all your classes in exchange for answering your teacher’s inquisitive questions about the demon race (a little bit of tricking did come into play, although he’d never tell you that).
he’s come along every day since ― he has a special seat right next to you in every single class, and his tail comfortably wraps around your wrist, right where his pact mark is, when you’re moving between classes (though he’s started to do it in class too, because how else would he show all the other demons and mortals around the both of you that you are hishuman?).
it’s been half a month ― and marius has fully made himself a part of your routine (and a part of you wants it to stay that way, for him to continue being a part of your life).
the mornings are especially warm ― you wake up in his arms, as he sleepily gazes at you, and wishes you a good morning.
he sits on the counter as he watches you brush your teeth, and passes you everything from your skincare routine using his vast knowledge of enchantments, and it’s now become a weekly occurrence for the two of you to do it together as everything floats around in the air (marius knows he doesn’t need it at all, but the thought of spending time with you makes him so happy, he’d agree with anything you wanted to do).
your wardrobe is completely different from before thanks to the demon, who turned out to be super rich, and decided he wanted to give it a makeover (you’re pretty sure he’s also used a charm or two on the clothes ― because you’ve never felt this confident in every single piece of clothing you own before).
he joins you as you make breakfast for the both of you, and sets the table while using his magic to season the food when you’re occupied with something else (it’s comfortably silent when the meal is going on, but his happy expressions eating make it worth secretly practicing different recipes).
the rest of the day is spent the same way ― going to classes as his tail is wrapped around your wrist, him playfully bickering with you, and you replying with a witty comment that makes him grin wide, and retort with one of his own, then coming back home, playing around and finishing your work, ending with slowly falling asleep together as you talk about the most random of things.
you’re starting to think you’d give anything and everything to let it be the same way, and for some reason, the thought doesn’t scare you at all.
it’s finally the end of the month ― and also the end of the contract you made with marius.
he’s somber throughout the day, and when you try to cheer him up by making a sarcastic remark, all he does is smile at you sadly (and the lack of a tail wrapping around your wrist, feels cold).
the rest of your classmates are confused over his behavior ― he’s always been so loud and exuberant that the change in demeanor worried them all. it does take a lot of reassurance from him to leave both of you alone, but they eventually disperse, throwing words of comfort over their shoulders for him.
the day seems to pass by painfully slow ― and all it does is make you more and more antsy, anxiety steadily clawing its way through your mind, slowly taking over your being.
the way back is so silent, silent enough that maybe, you’re not the only one who can hear your heart beating out of your chest every time his fingers brush against yours, or when he subconsciously moves closer to you for warmth as a cold breeze blows by.
home doesn’t feel like home, and all you want is for him to tell you that he’s playing a prank on you like he usually does, or to come up to you and tease you about being clingy, but it never happens.
the mark on your wrist seems to fade, and it scares you enough to address the elephant in the room, as you notice him sitting by the window, staring at the pouring sky.
“marius?” you call out.
his pointed ears perk up at the sound of your voice, and as he turns around, you notice his lilac eyes are tinged red, like he was crying.
you open your mouth to say something, but are interrupted as he tackles you down, and holds onto you tight, tail once again wrapping around your wrist, sobbing quietly.
all you do is hold him in your arms as he cries, running your fingers through his hair, and when he finally raises his head, you wipe his tears for him, and he leans into your touch, finding comfort in the warmth of your hands.
“why are you crying, marius?” you whisper, for you fear that you would start crying too if you spoke a tad louder.
“i don’t want to go. i don’t want what we have right now to end, i don’t want to be away from you ― i-i think i’ve fallen for you, and i don’t think i’ll ever love anyone else the same way i love you.”
you try to say something but he hugs you tighter, sharp nails digging into your shoulders, and it hurts ― but it’s the last thing you can care about, not when someone like him is around.
“please don’t say anything,” he croaks out, breathing uneven from tears. “please let me stay, stay with you, i’d do anything for you. anything, darling, anything you want.”
“marius,” you begin.
he continues rambling, and doesn’t listen.
“marius,” you say again. he whimpers quietly this time.
“marius, you silly devil, will you listen to me now?”
he pauses for a heartbeat, but soon enough, nods against your shoulder, soft hair brushing against your cheek.
“i love you too.”
“what?”
“i said, i love you too.”
this time, he sits up straight and gently cradles your face in his hands, as he looks at you hopefully.
“do you really mean that?” he asks, uncertainty flickering in his eyes, and you smile at him.
“yes, i do. i don’t want what we have to end either ― you’ve made yourself a part of my life, and i don’t want it to go back to the way it was before. you’ve given me warmth, i don’t want the cold from earlier anymore, marius.”
he breaks out into a large grin, and traps you in his arms for a strong embrace, one that leaves you smacking him so you can actually breathe and not die confessing your love to him.
“can i kiss you?” he asks, eager and happy.
“you can,” and it’s all he needs to tug you in by your collar for a kiss, and you swear you can feel all his emotions through it ― maybe it’s a demon thing, but hey, you’re not complaining.
you tug at his choker and he jerks forward, nearly slipping. he sighs, and melts in your arms as his eyes narrow down like a cat’s, to look at you, and only you.
he reluctantly pulls away, but that trademark teasing smirk of his returns to life as he knocks his forehead with yours and places a kiss on your nose.
“guess i really changed your mind, huh?”
“shush, shut up and kiss me again, you demon.”
“as you wish, darling.”
sure, he’s an annoying idiot who annoyed you to the ends of the earth, but he’s your annoying idiot now, he’s your dear devil.
✦notes; here it is! the amount of times i nearly changed the draft because ideas kept flooding in- anyway enjoy and lmk what you think, as for me, i think i’ll go to sleep since it’s 12:30 (am) now! ily all <3
the lack of the pitter patter of your footsteps around the apartment only makes marius’s longing for you stronger.
oh, if only you could appear out of nowhere and grace him with your oh-so-wonderful voice, he’d gladly do any-
“hey, marius?”
oh, speak of the devil. no, wait, angel, since that voice sounds like one-
“yes?” he drawls out like a child, tilting his head backwards to look at you with an equally childish smile on his face.
“is that thing about saying thank you to the fae and having a debt for the rest of your life real?”
“yes, it is,” he says, gears beginning to click in his head as to where this conversation is headed to.
“then, the thing about fae taking a person’s first-born child as payment for the debt is true, too?”
he only smirks at you, and turns around in his swivel chair to pull you down into his lap, and leans in close, close enough to touch his nose to yours.
“well, why don’t we find out about that? seeing as to how you were thanking me somuch about that little gift i bought you the week earlier.”
before you can protest against him, he swiftly pulls you down into a kiss, leaving you unable to do anything but kiss back and respond to him.
was he making excuses to spend time with you? yes, he was. do you need to know about the second thing being untrue in certain case? yes, you do. was he going to let you know, now? he wasn’t. would he let you know later? of course, he would.but for now, ignorance is bliss, in ways more than one.
✦notes; yikes what was i thinking when i made this- *bonks past self* anyway here you go, it’s too early in the day for this, though-
the sky seems to glitter ― the stars twinkle gently, as a breeze blows away all his unease. he closes his eyes, soaking in the view and peace, when a hand on his shoulder brings him out of the little trance he’s put himself into.
“marius?” he hears you call out, wrapped in a large blanket to protect yourself from the cold and voice still groggy from sleep.
“it’s nothing,” he tells you, as he pulls you into a hug. “just wasn’t able to sleep, but I think i’ll be able to, now that you’re here.”
he gives you a cheeky smile, only for it to turn softer when he notices that you’ve fallen asleep in his arms, leaning against him. placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head, he carefully carries you in his arms and brings you inside.
“let’s get you to bed, darling.”
he snuggles close to you, and sighs as he breathes in the scent of your detergent and shampoo, as he feels sleep take over him slowly.
well, he wasn’t lying about being able to sleep with you.
✦notes; why do i keep writing night timestamps for marius - anyway, enjoy!
you look breathtaking, artem thinks as he watches as you twirl about in the study, fixing his books and arranging them in an order that makes it easier for him to find them.
his cats methodically watch your movements, and step in when there’s a book about to fall from the shelf or from the large pile you’ve gathered.
calixta rubs against your legs and meows at you, directing your attention to their owner, who stands watching all of you as he leans on the doorway, asher cradled like a child in his arms. louis jumps onto his shoulder, and rests there, as he watches his masters interact.
“breakfast is ready,” artem says, as he leans in to kiss you, cat on shoulder and all. louis and asher meow at you for pats, as calixta asks you to pick her up, and you gladly indulge in the felines’ wishes.
the two (five?) of you make haste to eat, all the while the felines have just a single thought running through their tiny, cute heads.
it’s the happiest they’ve seen their master during all these centuries, and it’s all because of you.
✦notes; artem and cats = <3 all i want is these cats, although nora is quite adorable anyway.
vyn’s working on some of his journals, documenting his latest plant finds in the forest from his daily walks, while you help him with the dry pressing of the various botanicals he brings back.
rue really likes the dry pressed flowers, for some reason, and always steals away one or two to hide wherever it is that he hides them. speaking of the snake, he slowly slithers on to vyn’s desk, curling up near you for warmth.
vyn lets out a chuckle as he reaches out to pet the serpent, who gladly lowers his head for some, and eagerly turns towards you in hopes of some more. rue snuggles happily into your hand, tongue flickering in and out, as you softly scratch at his scales, and vyn feels his chest warm at the sight of the two of you.
maybe he should invite you to their walks from now on.
✦notes; rue has all my heart for he reminds me so much of faust. she’s absolutely adorable.
it’s too early in the morning for this, luke thinks to himself. it’s far too early in the morning for you tobe away from him, he thinks. and very much too early for you to be running around the house, playing with peanut.
he really adores the fact that you get along so well with peanut ― he really does. but sometimes, he can’t help but be jealous of his own familiar, when you give it so much of attention. he wants some of it, too. finally deciding that enough is enough, he flings off the covers, and decides to seek you out.
you’re both in the little backyard garden, running around as you try to catch peanut who flies away each time from you. he whistles, and peanut immediately comes over to him, happily chirping. you make your way over too, and he raises an arm to make space for you, as you snuggle into his side.
an idea pops into his head, and he immediately places his hands underneath your knees and on your back, sweeping you off your feet and carries you back inside, as peanut chips and flies around him. you protest, but he doesn’t budge, only laughing as he places a kiss on the top of your head.
he knows that he can change your mind about not sleeping in, anyway.
✦notes; peanut my beloved, i love you sm. anyway here’s luke!
it’s late ― late enough that the stars are the only things visible in the sky, the sun long having gone to rest. the surroundings are silent, like the whole world has fallen asleep. yet, the two of you are still very much awake.
you’re animatedly telling him about your neighbour’s cat and dog, and how they managed to send the entire neighborhood into a tizzy from a little excursion.
he should be listening to what you’re saying, but really, all he can focus on is you, with the fairy lights hung on the wall behind making you look even more so like one ― his very own fairy, although he’s one himself.
he nods along with everything you say, up until you catch on to his distraction, and softly shove him on the shoulder for it. he chuckles as he apologizes, but soon enough, pulls you into a kiss, for what he says is a more sincere apology. all he knows in the moment, is that he’s glad he agreed with his father.
a decision to stay in the human world has brought him the most joy he’s ever had ― and he’ll make sure to protect it with his entire being.
✦notes; soft marius is just ― ✨ if you’re wondering where fleur and nova are, they’re sleeping in the bed after exhausting themselves playing with you.
it’s the middle of the day ― and yet artem finds himself unable to move away from hugging your still sleeping body closer to his own.
you’d stayed up late to help him out with some books of his, deciding that he was more important than your sleep, no matter how much he tried to convince you otherwise.
his three cats are snuggled all around the two of you, radiating a comforting warmth and purr so soft that they seem to lull him back to sleep. he eventually gives in, closing his eyes as he rests his head against yours.
a little afternoon nap doesn’t sound so bad right now.
✦ notes; new timestamps for the event! i hope you all like these little snippets <33
…. takes you to a haunted fair! there’s all sorts of supposedly ‘haunted’ goods for sale ― and while he’s not interested in getting either you or him haunted by a spirit, malicious or not, he adores your childlike glee at the items on display and sale.
if he knows a myth or a legend about a display you’ve seen, he’ll tell you all about it ― all the while he softly holds your hand, even if you aren’t scared by it. if you’d like to, he’ll take you out to one every halloween.
takes you to all the activities there and makes you a cute little air clay pumpkin carving that you can use as a charm.
“for you,” he says as he places a little clay charm in your hands. it so suspiciously looks a lot like you ― but it warms your heart nonetheless.
he knows his way around, and takes you to places where you can eat lots of delicious food. gets very flustered if you kiss him, but eventually relaxes and gives in.
sneaky kisses while hidden under his cape (he bought it because he thought it’d look cute on you, but it ended up being too big, and had to wear it himself), and he brings you along to the woods when you’re done exploring the fair, to a clearing to watch the night sky. wraps the large and warm cloak around both of you as he pulls you into a hug, placing feather light kisses all along your hands (maybe nipping at them here and there, too).
“what was that?” he teases, when you squeak at his sudden nipping. he looks at you for a moment, and then buries his head in your neck right after. “you’re too cute, you know that? it’s not good for my heart to skip so many beats.”
the both of you sit there flustered and comforted in each other’s presence, until you break the silence with the appearance of a shooting star. quickly making your wishes, you ask him what he wished for, if he did make one.
all he does is smile the softest you’ve ever seen, and knocks his forehead with yours, before finally answering your question.
“for me to always be able to stand alongside you, no matter what happens, and to be allowed to love you till the end of my time.”
marius von hagen…
…. much to contrary belief, would like to spend his halloween at home. it’s one of the rare times that he can relax with you, without having to bother about work and his actions constantly being judged.
though it doesn’t mean that he’s going to skimp out on the festivities ― he makes a little fair of your own at the von hagen estate, where everyone from his family to the staff are in celebration.
“doesn’t it look good?” he says, chest very much puffed out in pride, as he looks around. the lights hung around shine on his face, giving him a glow ― one that doesn’t allow you to look away.
he does steal you away a little while later, throwing a “there’s no need to show off your good looks, i’m enough proof of it!” over his shoulder as he grows pouty by the attention you’ve been giving his family (he knows you were just being polite, but it’s your time to spend together, and he’s not going to let anyone intrude on it).
spends the rest of the night together with you as he takes you to all the little things he’s set up (with careful planning) and makes the most obnoxious pumpkin carvings. steals a kiss here and there while you’re distracted and laughs in smug glee at your flustered expressions. pulls you for a dance, and twirls you around until you’re laughing so much that it’s hard to breathe, and finishes it with a lingering kiss to end the night.
“come on, it was just onekiss!” he whines at you, clinging onto your arm. he only pouts harder when you give him a deadpan, and continues to grumble under his breath, throwing his biggest and saddest puppy eyes that he’s able to muster your way.
“maybe give me another one, and i promise won’t bother you for the rest of the time!” he says,and cheers loud enough for the whole mansion to hear when you finally agreeto his demands, and give him a kiss that he nearly doesn’t allow you to escape from.
he, of course, as usual doesn’t keep that promise.
luke pearce…
…. takes you to a haunted city tour! he’s always adored them (while being scared, not that he’d admit), finding a mystery for him to solve around every corner, in every nook and cranny. he does make sure that you’re both appropriately 'armed’ ― by that he means two very large squirt guns of holy water.
“just so we don’t get haunted”, he says, smiling at you, like it was necessary to do so and to reassure you (even though it seemed like it was more for him than for you).
says he doesn’t believe much in ghosts ― though the squirt guns tell you otherwise. holds your hand tightly during every single thing, squeezing it when something remotely as makes a squeak.
he keeps a tight hold on you throughout the duration of the tour, watching out for both you and him. although he wouldn’t admit it, your presence helped relax him a lot, allowing him to loosen up and join in with joking around with the tour guide.
when it’s all over, he heaves a big sigh in relief. he managed not to get scared in front of you, and actually, even enjoyed the trip, listening to all the stories and the lore. though when peanut appears out of nowhere from a bush, he gets so startled that he jumps into your arms (well, there goes his plan to keep a brave front).
“hey, let’s get some food from that new place that opened down the stree ― OH MY GOD!” he shrieks mid-sentence, cutting himself off and jumps into your arms as you surprisingly manage to hold his weight.
something rustles in the nearby bushes, slowly coming through… and it turns out to be peanut. he stares at it, before sighing and hiding his face in embarrassment. all you can do is shake your head at him (while stifling your laughter) and squeeze his hand a little more to reassure him.
he does end up getting a lot more cuddles that night, though.
vyn richter…
…. being his very mysterious (not really) and secretly extravagant self, takes you out to an actual castle which was said to be haunted by rather friendly spirits, in the country where he asked you to travel with him for vacation.
“it doesn’t look quite ominous as a haunted castle would,” you say, raising an eyebrow at the looming and eerily beautiful structure.
“well, it is said to be haunted by rather friendly apparitions, so i suppose that it is the reason why it looks so,” he replies, not once looking away from it.
the two of you run amok in the castle, with him somehow having the entire place to yourselves (you think that he owns this place, for some reason, and your intuition tells you that you’re right). he tells you a little something about all the people in the large oil portraits hung along the long hallways as you pass by them.
at some point, the two of you get separated from each other ― and you slowly realise that it’s getting colder and colder, shivering in both cold and fright, when you hear footsteps and the door swings open. you sigh in relief when you see that it’s just vyn, and allow him to help you up and dust your clothes even though he says nothing to you, and his hands being cooler than usual.
he leads you out to the exit, where you see a large wisteria tree, and gestures at you to wait there. he comes by just a moment later, waving at you, and pulls you into a hug, hands warm all of a sudden, and you sigh at the comfort. however, when you apologize to him about being separated, his reply is what leaves you veryunsettled.
you pull away from him, feeling guilt gnaw at you for probably worrying him so much, and apologize.
“vyn, i’m so sorry that i got separated from you ― i should’ve been paying attention to what we were doing. i’m really sorry for making you worry so much.”
vyn looks at you with a face full of confusion, as he responds.“but you were with me the entire time ― although your hands very quite cold compared to what they are now, and you told me to come here for you, too.”
the uncertainty swirling in his amber eyes turns to fear soon, and sure enough, when the two of you look back at the castle, there’s two translucent figures waving back at you.
you’ve never bolted out of a place so fast in your entire lifetime.
✦ notes; aaaaah i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in so long ― my allergies have been giving me such a hard time lately, and all i’ve been doing is sleep, sleep and well, sleep. you know i had to add something actually haunted to this piece ― hope all of you like this <33
…. has three cats, one black, one grey, and one smoke, as familiars. he adores the three of them to bits, and often takes them out on flights during the night.
the black cat is a male, and he’s very calm, and likes to cuddle a lot with his siblings and artem. he names him asher, for he’s been the happiest since the three felines’ arrival. he’s also the oldest out of the three cats. he gets a bit chaotic when his favourite plush is in front, though.
the smoke cat is a female, and she’s aptly named calixta, as her coat is a sight to behold. she’s very mischievous, often running around to bother her brothers, and often accompanies artem on walks because she likes spending time with him.
the grey cat is also a male, and he’s named louis, because he always brings artem little leaves and flowers as his ‘hunts’. he turns them into dried flower bookmarks and deeply cherishes all of them. he’s somewhere in between asher and calixta, being calm at times but chaotic during others.
a bonus; whenever the four of them nap together on artem’s couch, asher will always lay on his shoulders. louis is by his feet, and calixta has a permanent spot in his lap. the three of them softly purr a lot as they slowly fall asleep, and often sleep like they’re protecting him.
marius von hagen…
…. has an australian shepherd and a bordercollie for familiars. they were both a gift from his older brother, on one of his birthdays, and have remained loyal to him ever since.
the oldest out of the two is the border collie, named fleur, and she’s a really sweet girl ― one who won’t hesitate to walk up to you confidently and ask you politely for pets and head pats. she also likes running around and enjoys playing fetch with a ball that marius had specially crafted for her.
the aussie shepherd is named nova, because she brings a new joy to his life everyday, and being a bit on the shyer side, she takes a little time to warm up. she adores going on walks and cuddling with her sister and master, and has this cute little blanket marius had knit for her that’s she’s really attached to.
a bonus; the first time they met marius, they were so excited that they ran up to him and just tackled him down to the floor. he ended up spraining his wrist, but he says that it was worth it.
luke pearce…
…. very obviously has his pet myna, peanut, as his familiar. it is very close to him, and comes along almost everywhere with him with ease and little to no difficulties.
he gives it a lot of treats, and as peanut has been with him since a long time, he can understand it with just a tweet or a chirp that it makes, being able to differentiate between all the different vocalizations that peanut makes.
it often rests on his shoulder or on the top of his head while he works, and and softly chirps at him whenever it wants his attention, be it because of food or to play. as mynas are highly intelligent birds and can talk and sing too, peanut sometimes talks with luke using words it has learnt from its surroundings.
a bonus; luke once nearly had a heart attack because peanut cursed and wouldn’t stop at all. it look a lot of training (actually, bribing) to get it to stop screeching some very colorful words that it had added to its vocabulary.
vyn richter…
…. has an albino rosy boa, who he found severely injured during one of his routine walks in the forest, and nursed him back to full health. he’s stuck by vyn’s side ever since.
he’s named rue, because he often leads vyn to useful medical herbs and pretty flowering plants during their walks in the forest. he likes to sleep by the shade of the flowers and the leaves while vyn studies or collects them, and slithers along with him when he’s ready to move forward.
as rue is cold-blooded, he really likes to nap with vyn, and often gently slithers around his neck and rests there. he plays with vyn’s tails by swaying along with and following their movements, and sometimes curls up in vyn’s lap like a house cat to sleep while he reads. if needed, he brings vyn some of his lighter books from his bookshelf, too.
a bonus; rue often lounges on vyn’s furniture, and many a times, used to blend in with it. vyn once nearly tripped over him because he was laying on the white and pink carpet, and has since replaced all the furniture in his house to prevent any possible injuries to both him and rue.
a nxx occurrence; all the familiars are good friends with each other, and one can often find rue and the cats snuggled together, while peanut plays with the dogs, or vice versa. sometimes when both the cats and the dogs are resting, rue and peanut play together.
all seven of them communicate with each other quite well, and brag about their owners to each other every time they meet. they quite adore each other even if they don’t speak much about it.
✦ notes; here’s the second part to build up the lore for the spooktober! rue really does give out faust vibes to me and i live for it. now to make and post the rest~ oh, and if you’re wondering here’s what the names mean ―
with a spook here and a spook there, oh, and that one around the corner, spooktober, the month of halloween is here! what spooky new adventures does the nxx have in store for you?
…. as a charming, amorous, and a really, reallyoldvampire. he’s the oldest being of the four, but also one of the wisest, as he’s seen a lot of stuff during the long time he’s been alive (totally not me making him a vampire because i wanted him to be one, nope, not at all).
the kind of vampire who’s just so good looking that if you didn’t know the truth, you’d wonder if they’re even human. takes care of you through his actions, and usually keeps his words to a minimum. has kept watch over you, the human he’s held affection for all this time, during each and every single one of your reincarnations through the many centuries.
his gifts are now-expensive antiques that he’s collected over the millennia as presents for you, and they were expensive even in their own time period. his affection is mellow, and happens as many, many upside down kisses as he hangs from your ceiling. oh, and his little fangs nipping at your ear and your hands whenever he wants your attention. he takes you out on little rides around the city as he flies with you nestled comfortably in his arms. stargazing dates at his home are very common, and often end in cuddle sessions as he clings to you like a koala.
marius von hagen…
…. as a tricky, mischievous and prideful fae. he’s one to mess with you and twist your words around to his heart’s content, and as the youngest, he plays pranks on the other three a lot.
as fae royalty, his beauty far exceeds what can be considered human, and has a lot of admirers, but he’s only kept his eyes on you since the first and only time he lost to you in his little dance of words. he often banters for your affection with you, and most of the time, finds himself on the winning end, successfully tricking you and leaving you no choice but to cave in and give him what he wants.
brings you all sorts of gifts that he doesn’t let you find, let alone give, a reason for you to refuse them. jewelleries are a common gift, but they’re all fae jewels, so they sparkle and shine in a way that can never be human. his affection is deep, lingering kisses as he places one hand on you waist and the other behind your head. dates, most of the time, are spent in the forest, as he shows you all the different beauties of nature. uses magic to bring you to so many different places, and tells you all about their lores and residents as he holds you tight in his arms.
luke pearce…
…. as a venerable, sagacious and powerful wizard. he’s had a lot of experience with magic as a wizard, even though he’s quite young for one, standing out to be one of the most excellent magicians of his time.
he’s always been alongside you, growing up as you did through all the centuries, and has kept a keen eye on you to keep you out of any danger that could come your way from associating with him. subtly casts a protective charm on you and your belongings whenever you go out, and has his familiars take turns to watch over your safety. teaches you a lot of new things you didn’t know about from all his years of living and experience.
he gives you gifts of food, which are laced with potions that give you all sorts of benefits, such as a potion for good luck to a potion for that little bit of acne you kept complaining that wouldn’t go away. his affection leaves you breathless ― it burns just as bright and warm as he does, leaving you unable to do nothing but marvel at its beauty. dates to other lands of magic he’s visited take place very often, and he tells you all about his tales and adventures there, as the two of you ride together on his trusted broom.
vyn richter…
…. as a mystical, elusive and arcane ninetailed fox. he’s mischievous, but often benevolent, helping people when in need. as the second oldest, he’s quite knowledgeable, but will trick you a little for his own amusement before giving you what you require.
you caught his interest the very first time he met you, as you were able to give him a new perspective on one of the many things that he, being immortal, couldn’t find himself. places safeguarding magic on you because he knows as precious as you are to him, it is the same to the other three. he talks and debates a lot with you, often finding himself looking back on your conversations and your views on different topics.
his gifts are trinkets of rare objects, such as gemstones to uncommon food such as truffles and ginseng. he too, prefers to show his affection through meaningful actions, though he is good with his words, as he firmly believes in the saying ‘actions speak louder than words’. dates with him are often spent in the comfort of home, as he creates all sorts of knick-knacks for you to pass your time with, and each one is imbued with a different kind of enchantment that never ceases to amaze you, leaving him breathlessly happy.
✦ notes; as spooky season has rolled around, i thought i’d get into the spirit and make a little something! hehe i hope you all like this~ and if you didn’t i’ll haunt you for the rest of your time on earth /j
…. melts like butter when he feels your hands carding through his hair, feeling all his stress and anxiety float away with each twirl of his raven locks and the movement of your gentle fingers.
the first time you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair, he was so surprised to know how relaxing he found it to be. now he actively seeks you out to play with his hair when he’s stressed, melting in your arms as soon as he feels your fingers running softly through his tresses. gives you a lot of kisses and cuddles (even though he usually does) to thank you.
he fidgets with your hand when he wants you to play with his hair, and gives you eskimo kisses until you laugh and agree to his demands (he gives you a smug but goofy grin in response). you can often find a small smile on his face whenever you play with his hair (smiling artem gives me enough serotonin for a week), and he hums a few melodies for you from time to time, relaxing with your company and affection.
marius von hagen…
…. sends a smug little smirk your way when he feels you play with his hair. makes a teasing comment about how irresistible you find him (a good ‘ol smack should shut him up), but you notice him subtly leaning into your hands for more.
the first time you do it is because he reminds you of a cat (one that is absolutely chaotic), and because you kept wondering about what he’d do if you reached out and ran your fingers through his hair. he immediately froze for a moment before turning around to make a cheeky remark, but then leaned in like a cat and placed his head in your lap, silently asking you to continue.
now he just randomly lays in your lap (very much like a cat who wants attention) and places your hand upon his head, nudging at it to get you to play with his hair. often peeks at you with one eye open and smiles softly when you meet his lilac gaze, leaning in a little more in your direction. peppers kisses all over your hands and pulls you down gently for a long kiss as a thank you.
luke pearce…
…. gives you a goofy, lopsided grin, before he pulls you onto his lap and leans into your touch, giving you more access to continue playing and twirling with his hair.
you do it out of habit, as you gave him a lot of head pats when you were younger, which evolved (is it a pokémon? yeah, it is /j) into running your fingers through his soft caramel coloured hair, which has him sighing in content at the feelings that were mellow, warm and fuzzy at the same time that had begun bubbling in his chest.
comes up to you, places his head on your shoulder and traps you in a back hug when he wants you to play with his hair (the k-drama vibes in here, i swear-). when you reach out and play with his locks, he nuzzles closer into your neck, and litters small kisses there in response. places a lingering kiss on your forehead before picking you up in his arms for an extended cuddle session with lots of kisses.
vyn richter…
…. smiles lovingly at you, before taking ahold of your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles and the rest of your hand, making exaggerated noises along with to make you laugh.
the reason why you do it is because his hair looks so soft and luscious that you have no choice but to try and run your hands through it (it feels just the same as it looks - don’t be shy, drop the name of that shampoo). he only raises an eyebrow in response to your actions, but shifts a bit so that you’re more comfortable and lowers his head a little more so you can reach easier.
traps you in a hug and toys with your fingers when he wants you to play with his hair. places feather light kisses on your fingertips and doesn’t let you go until you agree to it, for which he gives you a little victorious smile. often reads out a book loud to you when you run your fingers through his hair, and sometimes abandons it in favour of launching a surprise tickle attack at you. makes it up by giving you lots of snuggles and kisses, though.
✦ notes; hehe have something i pulled out of nowhere because i haven’t given you guys any content in a long, long time. hhhnngh exams suck and math can go be its own therapist, i’m tired of it. now to disappear again.
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Okay, just so that we’re clear…I would NEVER break up with Darius. I mean, have you seen this fine specimen of God? The NXX team is so lucky this dilf-looking isn’t dateable.
Also Giann, stop cockblocking your brother and go back to being missing. I am sorry that was so mean.
