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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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queenie-avenue · 5 months

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Before the sun rises, stay.

—> every part of you is beautiful, so let Artem cherish this moment more.

⤻reader is gender-neutral, fluff, mornings with artem, clingy artem, established relationship, sfw, no content warnings, reader can be seen as Rosa if you want to

🦋 ⤻ archives.

Artem was usually the early bird. Even during the weekends, he would get up at six o'clock right on the dot, not a minute less nor more. People called him a robot because of it, but he didn't see the value in dwelling on others' opinions, but yours? Artem felt on edge every time you glanced at him, and he could not help but wonder what was going on in your pretty little mind.

Do you find me too emotionless?

Do I show you I love you enough?

What would you like me to do?

Shall I do this? Shall I do that, instead? Will you love me more if I do?

Such thoughts plagued Artem Wing's mind often.

Which was probably why he was being like this right now, waking up a few minutes earlier than usual just to stare at your glorious face. It had become a habit.

A bit of sunlight pooled in through the cracks of the curtains that did not cover the window fully, illuminating your glorious face. Even now, as he lay in bed with you, Artem could not believe that he had gotten you — the love of his life — to fall in love with him. What did you see in him?

He reached out to your face in reverence and laid his hands on your soft cheek, caressing every bump or scar you could possibly have as he smiled. Once again, he could not help but wonder what he had done to deserve this.

He leaned in closer, observing every bit of your face; from your lashes to your lips that were chapped from the air conditioning, every part of you was perfect in Artem's eyes. He let out a shaky breath as he lay his head closer to yours, seeking comfort in the crook of your neck desperately. He breathed in your scent and let out a small groan, he really really hoped this was not some sort of dream or fantasy he would have to wake up from.

Suddenly, the alarm for six o'clock rang, and his eyes widened as you stirred in bed, eyes slowly fluttering open to Artem's bewilderment. He watched as your countenance shift from tiredness to adoration as your eyes met his.

Artem quickly shifted to turn the alarm off, never once leaving your side.

"Did I wake you up?" His raspy morning voice asked softly, not wanting to startle you too much so early in the morning.

"Good morning," you greeted first before answering him. "No, you didn't. The alarm did." You joked to him, to which he chuckled back and shook his head.

"I need to remember to turn off that alarm when I wake up next time." Artem scolded himself.

"No, no, it's fine. I need to get up anyway." You yawned, preparing to rise from the comfortable sheets of Artem's bed.

Surprisingly, though, two lean arms pull you downward.

"We don't need to arrive in the office so early today." Your eyes widened at your darling's words. Never before had you seen nor heard this disciplined man suggest the idea of being a tad bit late to the office, even if he wasn't required to clock in early. It seemed that Artem sensed your shock and blushed a deep shade of crimson. "I just thought that..." He started, his arms loosening on your body.

Upon realising the insecurity you inflicted onto Artem, you quickly wrapped your arms around him, returning his bear hug with a goofy grin.

"I just thought that we could spend more time before the sun properly rose." Said Artem, looking up at you for approval.

"That works." You smiled back as you eased into his hold.

This time, it was Artem's turn to flash a goofy smile as his grasp tightened again; not too harsh nor too soft, just enough so you would not be able to escape. He leaned in, his hot breath hitting your nape which caused a shiver to travel down your spine and before you could say anything else, Artem was already assaulting your neck with soft kisses and sweet words to your ears.

"I love you." Artem said as his laps dragged up from the side of your neck to your jaw, peppering excessive kisses — he didn't view it that way — against your skin. "I love you." He repeated again as his lips finally met yours.

"I love you too." You replied and Artem felt like all the weight on his shoulders just dispersed.

Artem looked down at you. You were perfect, that [e/c] shade of your eyes, the way your cheeks felt in his tough hands, the warmth of your body compared to his and the way you looked up at him with so much want yet with a hint of bashfulness.

It was like you were beckoning him to fall deeper into the rabbit hole that was you.

"I love you." He repeated breathily onto your lips as he pressed against them once again.

Not that he minded. He would gladly fall deeper for you if that was even possible.

"I love you more than anything." He promised.

"I love you, too." You giggled back, holding him closer to you. "I love you so much."

He wished that time could stop right now, just so he'd be able to cherish this moment — cherish you — for a longer period of time.

For now, as long as the sun was not fully in the sky, you were his to worship.

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byeol-ssi · 2 years

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Heloo! I loved reading you "sharing a bed" trop it was amazing 😭 would you mind if i request one with the tot men? 🥺

Your work stays awesome as always 😭😭

hearts sealed by starlight

✦ artem wing. luke pearce. marius von hagen. vyn richter. x gn!reader

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW, although slightly suggestive jokes are made in marius' part) + various tropes. slight spoilers for luke's part if you've never played through his personal story.

artem wing *. ⋆ fake dating relationship

"ARTEM?" your tentative voice comes out as a whisper of sound.

artem hums in response. it was beginning to feel like, somehow, the silence had gotten louder now that you were both settled in for the night — with you occupying the bed, and artem laying on his makeshift cot on the floor.

your head pops out from above, and you look straight into his eyes with what seemed like surprise.

"you haven't fallen asleep." a statement, not a question.

work had been exhausting, to say the least. on the other hand, he was uncharacteristically wide awake despite the fatigue he'd accumulated throughout the past few days.

artem sighs through a smile. "it appears you haven't as well."

a beat. then, "would you like to come up and talk?"

"about?"

"anything, really!" your head peeks further out in your sudden burst of excitement, the blanket around your shoulders slipping. "let's just think of this as a sleepover. we can even share the bed!"

his forehead creases, "we never discussed, nor drafted a written testimony, should an event like ... bed-sharing occur during our agreed time together within the scope of our contract."

"artem, it's fine. it's not like i would file a lawsuit against you." you shook your head, laughing. "i probably wouldn't win anyway. so, come up."

he frowns. if he was being truly honest, the contract and terms were there more for his sake, since artem doesn't really know if he could control himself around you without them in place.

but then you're already scooting over, and he finds himself swiftly slipping in beside you.

the sheets rustled as adjustments were made, and you both soon realized with slight, sinking, horror that the bed was much smaller than you anticipated — evident in the way your skin inevitably brushed against his with every movement.

you clear your throat, offering him a sheepish smile. "i think people will definitely believe our story now ... but you still seem worried."

"although i do trust the judgment of celestine and my peers, i sometimes wonder if i'd gone too far in trying to protect my reputation," he admits quietly. "i'm likewise ashamed for involving you like this."

aside from the strain that came regularly with his responsibilities, artem found himself under extreme pressure and criticism from his environment.

somehow, being single while he neared his thirties labeled him as "unreliable and untrustworthy", and the firm subsequently saw a decline in clients.

this unfortunate reality is what brought him to you. by agreeing to become his pretend (keyword being, pretend. other synonyms included: fake, not real, an act) romantic partner, artem would be able to secure his image.

"hey. we do what we need to survive." you slid a hand across the bed and threaded your fingers with his. "and also, i've never been this happy before. so, i want you to stop burdening yourself with guilt."

he swallows, trying to ignore the warmth that spread from your touch and your voice — so soft and incredibly kind.

artem throws an arm over your stomach, keeping you as close as possible. skinship and other forms of physical contact were deliberated upon prior to this entire scheme, although nothing in your agreement explicitly stated that these had to be made only within public view.

artem only hopes you don't report him for taking advantage of this loophole. "you might fall off," he reasons out.

fitting yourself against the length of his body, your answering smile is warm, sweet, and playful. "swear to fall with me?"

"i swear," he vows, and nothing more is exchanged between you that night. when the moon rises high enough to peek through the clouds, you've already fallen fast asleep in his arms.

and artem stays awake throughout, wondering if he should someday reveal the truth of his worries.

what he expressed earlier wasn't a complete lie, but truthfully, he's becoming less concerned with preserving his name the longer he spends in your presence and focusing more on figuring out how to keep you as his.

because artem no longer cared if this was all fake, as long as he could stay by your side.

luke pearce *. ⋆ reluctant allies to lovers

"you never said anything about us sharing a room," LUKE snaps brusquely, trapping the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "i only agreed to this because you insisted that we could find a potential cure around here."

"just think of it as a vacation! you don't need any added stress, so don't worry about it and have fun. but not too much fun, if you catch my meaning. also, try to keep your hands to your —"

luke promptly ends the phone call as he steps back into the bedroom. two lamps had been left burning by the bedside tables, casting the space in a soft, warm glow.

you were already tucked into bed, cream-colored sheets dipping with the shape of your figure. you look up when he enters, setting the tablet in your hands aside. "was that doctor aaron?"

luke nods, dropping to the armchair. he rubs his forehead, trying to center himself. he's aware that he was being irrational, a far cry from his usual self.

the tension hanging precariously between you both wasn't the most ideal as well — another issue he admitted to being the cause for acting so cold and standoffish.

you purse your lips. "is something wrong? did he have any new leads?"

"no, no. he was just ..." playing matchmaker where his services were clearly unwanted, his mind provided. he coughs into his fist. "checking in."

an awkward silence ensues, one you break by nodding to where he was sitting. "okay ... are you sure you're comfortable sleeping there?"

"i've slept in a lot worse places. this is fine."

a sigh leaves your lips. "you don't have to. we can share, alright?" you propose, more forcefully this time. "i'd rather not have dr. aaron find out and scold me for not taking care of my patient."

ah, right. it wasn't unusual to find yourselves paired up frequently and you've played plenty of roles together in the past — albeit begrudgingly on luke's part.

and when you accidentally learn about his illness, you agreed to become his nurse/investigative partner as per the meddlesome doctor's request.

why? luke has absolutely no clue.

it takes all of his self-restraint to not glare at the bed, which would be the bane of his existence for the next ten hours.

"fine," he concedes. he lifts one side of the sheets, revealing your bare legs underneath. there wasn't anything remotely scandalous about your nightwear, but he squeezes the phone in his hands, terrifyingly similar to how a scandalized victorian woman would clutch her pearls.

he placed the gadget down with much more force than intended, and hopped into bed as quickly as humanely possible.

a cool palm — yours, he realizes — presses itself unannounced on his forehead, brushing away his bangs. he sits up jerkily, confident he was redder than a tomato.

"luke, you look like you're burning up. have you taken your medicine? how about some water?" you soothe gently, raising your hands to show you meant no harm. "or would you like me to leave? i can find somewhere else to stay the night, no problem."

and this is exactly why he dislikes working with you.

he doesn't even know you that well — has been trying not to learn more, has been doing his utmost to keep his distance — and yet, you relentlessly look out for him without making him feel as if he was glass.

and all luke wants to do is surrender.

he blew out another frustrated breath, stubbornly denying how you made him feel. it wouldn't be right. it wouldn't be fair. he shouldn't aspire for the bond between you to develop into something more.

not when he'd be leaving you too.

and so, he remains resolute in his decision to push you away — like all the other times in the past.

before you got too close. before his heart fell any further.

"it's nothing," he rasps, swinging a leg over the bed. "you should get some rest."

"do you ... want me to hold you?"

luke's entire brain halts, as does his attempt to escape. "wha — what?!" he sputters, heat climbing up even further on his cheeks.

"i heard it helps," you shrug. a yawn eclipses the next words that leave you. "doctor aaron said so."

he almost groans. luke should decline. conjure some sort of excuse or half-ass lie. drive the wedge between you even deeper than it already is — once and for all.

yet, when he clears the thickness lodged in his throat, something else comes out of his mouth entirely.

"yeah?"

you nod, motioning for him to come closer. "yeah."

he blinks. just this once, he convinces himself.

"okay." his nerves settle when he shuffles hesitantly into your waiting arms. his arms wrap around your torso as you settle back down on the mattress, burrowing deeper with his weight above you.

your hand starts carding through his hair, the sensation so relaxing that his eyes begin to droop shut. without thinking, he breathes you in, calming his heart in the process.

after a long while — when more stars eventually come out of their slumber and take their place in the night sky — you whisper, "are you feeling much better?"

he does. but that didn't mean he wanted to let you go.

"could we stay like this a bit longer?" he mumbles, lips grazing your collar bone.

you don't deny him. "sure, luke. as long as you want."

marius von hagen *. ⋆ arranged marriage

"you can take the left side," MARIUS offers, quietly going around the hotel room and flicking off the lamps.

you embrace the soft pillow in your hands a little tighter, trying to ease the nervousness quivering in your stomach. you find refuge in the queen-sized bed — which was ironic, considering that the bed was the last place you should be in given your present circumstances.

"is this another one of your cheesy pick-up lines?" you joke, attempting to lighten the subtly-charged air by adding, "because you're always right?"

the corner of his lips twitch the slightest before he shakes his head in amusement. "i am. but also because you always sleep on the left."

the sky had already deepened to a purple haze that reminded you of marius's gaze as you regard one another silently for a drawn-out beat.

your eyebrows draw up when his observation slowly sinks in, and you likewise couldn't help the suspicion that laces your tone. "i do? how do you know that?"

"you're my spouse." he shrugs easily. the bed shifts as he settles in next to you; the rustling of covers accompanying his movements. "these are things i should know."

you ignore the way your pulse trips over itself. instead, you flipped on your side to face him, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "but we've never even ..."

marius raises an eyebrow, and the smirk that followed after spelled purely of mischief.

"what? slept together?"

at your appalled expression, marius tips his head back and bursts into laughter, his hair a splash of color on the satin sheets. you're certain the warmth surging up your neck could rival even the hottest of stars.

"why would you phrase it in that manner," you grumble, sitting up and smacking him playfully with a pillow.

it was true. you've been married for a couple of months now, but still slept in separate bedrooms. he'd generously offered you a space of your own at his own house, and you'd always managed to get adjoining rooms during business trips.

this time, however, your parents were adamant about finally sending you off on a honeymoon they planned and prepared for — much like your marriage, and everything else that concerned your relationship — when you both initially refused and made excuses to take one shortly after the wedding.

his arm shoots out to grab hold of the pillow, bringing it down to catch a clearer view of your face. he stares at you for a few seconds, his expression softening, but his smile never slips.

"i check on you every night whenever i arrive home from work."

oh.

"and despite how spacious the bed is, i somehow always find you taking up the left side," marius continues, completely unaware of how your heart just shot itself up your throat.

"it's not really meant for one," you answer breathlessly, awkwardly huffing out a laugh. your hands fiddle with the edge of the pillow, "maybe we should start ... you know."

"sleeping together?" he unhelpfully — and too cheerfully — supplies.

your entire face bursts into flames again, but you refuse to let it show. "yes. you're my husband." you stick your chin up, feigning nonchalance. "it's only natural for married couples to share a bed. it'll also allow us to become more comfortable with one another in the future."

he'd be yours for real, if only you knew, and if only you asked.

carefully, he brushes your cheek with his knuckles, the ring on his finger glinting in the dark. "if it's alright with you."

"it is." you lean into his touch. certain you won't be running away from him anytime soon, he opens his arms out to you.

you duck your head to conceal your smile, laying your cheek against the center of his chest.

"but only sleep. no funny business, mr. von hagen."

marius wonders if you could hear the beating of his heart sounding out your name.

"i would never. sweet dreams, mx. von hagen."

vyn richter *. ⋆ childhood best friends to lovers

a hesitant knock resounds on VYN's bedroom door. he glances at the grandfather clock, takes note of the time, and smiles inwardly.

it seemed like you'd never changed.

"come in," he calls out.

the door creaks open, and your head peeks in first, your shoulders and the rest of your body obscured behind the polished wood.

"hey."

"good evening. was the bedroom not to your tastes?" he asks, something that sounded very similar to amusement lacing his voice.

embarrassment flickers across your face before your eyes narrow in defense. "no, you know exactly why i'm here. can i please stay?"

"you're very welcome to. come in," he repeats, already fixing the sheets and fluffing the pillows to your desired liking.

you finally step in, closing the door behind you and heading straight for his bed. he stifles a laugh when you flop down — ruining his handiwork — and pat the space next to you.

he complies, although he settles in much more gracefully. "i presume you were experiencing some difficulties falling asleep?"

"it's nothing new." you nod, throwing the duvet covers across both of you. it flutters down similar to a butterfly's ceasing wings, cocooning you together.

"you're aware that i am a licensed psychiatrist, right?"

"how could i ever forget your two doctorate degrees?" you snort, rolling your eyes playfully. "you only mention them like �� all the time."

he chuckles, lightly pinching your nose. "do not play smart with me," he tuts fondly, evading your attempts to swat his hand away.

you tackle him into an embrace instead, which he reciprocates. when you've both quieted from your fit of laughter, his hand moves to rub circles on your shoulder blade.

"still, you know that i can help you with this." he urges, more earnestly now.

you shook your head. truth be told, your response is one he's already predicted, but it wouldn't hurt to try and convince you once more. convince you like he's done for several years already.

"you're my best friend. i don't want you to take a look inside my brain. that's just weird and scary," you'd whispered to him on an evening similar to this. only this time, the features he's long memorized on your face were a whole lot younger.

"why not?" vyn prods. "it wouldn't change anything."

"you can't promise that. not when there might be something truly wrong with me. or even worse, you'll bear witness to pieces of me that might lead you to regret ever becoming my friend."

'impossible. i adore you too deeply, and cherish our memories together too fondly, to ever consider any part of you unsightly,' he'd wanted to argue back then.

he only refrained from doing so and bit his tongue because that would mean upsetting the delicate thread in which your relationship hung.

it would mean crossing the line of platonic and leaving the safe barriers of "in-betweens". and vyn was not about to hastily gamble it all away with a poorly thought-out confession.

neither of you needed to say it aloud, but losing one another was yours, and his, greatest fear.

"nah, s'okay. i fall asleep just fine whenever i'm with you." you yawn, bringing him out of his fleeting flashback while you snuggle deeper into his side — far too close to be "just best friends".

"really now?" he murmurs, masking the satisfaction that fills his heart and threatens to bleed into his tone. he presses you closer to his chest, his other hand wrapping around your waist, intent to hold you like he's done so, so many times before.

you hum, looking up at him one last time with a dazed smile on your face. "yeah. your bed is always much more comfortable than mine. maybe i should find one similar to yours."

or you can stay here, in my arms, forever, vyn thinks. he doesn't mind waking up with dead, aching, limbs for the rest of his life as long as your face was the first thing he woke up to each morning.

"sleep now," he tucks your head underneath his chin. "or else you'll keep me up all night with your rambling."

"you adore my rambling," you add petulantly.

even though you never said the words to each other, both of you knew.

"i do. now, rest. wake me if you must," vyn says over your head.

i love you.

"mhm. good night, vyn."

i love you too.

✦ byeol’s notes: just to be clear, these were submitted waaay before i closed my requests. i worked on this quite late since i wanted to prioritize my event first, so i apologize for the exremely long wait!

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! thank you and ily ♡

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bewitchabyss · 9 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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dreamerinthemoonlight · 1 month

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First Dates (Luke, Marius, Artem, Vyn)

Cw: Fluff

NXX boys x Fem! Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Luke

Luke’s style seems to gravitate towards stuff like them park dates and county fair dates, so that’s what he does for your first

He picks you up early on a Saturday morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. You're almost annoyed because no one should be so perky before 10 am in the morning. And he doesn’t need coffee rude

The two of you stop for a quick breakfast before descending on the theme park

After that you run through the usual culprits: twirly rides, house of mirrors, a couple roller coasters (before lunch, not after), pretending to be scared at the haunted house rides

he shows off his aim at some of the game booths winning you exactly what you want

You even manage to convince him to do face painting with you

In all honesty, it feels like being kids again. Except kids don’t hold hands and find secluded areas to make out

In the evening you find a nice little hill--scratch that, the two of you are definitely sitting next to each other on the Farris wheel while you watch the fireworks

Marius

A date with Marius is upscale. You definitely need a fancy dress which he has no problems paying for

It comes in two parts

First he takes you to an art gallery. One he totally rented out for the night

You’re more than happy to watch him smile and talk about his art. He always lights up and sometimes loses that mask of the rich little shit and it is a treat

You spend several hours there, but he’s mindful of your comfort. Heels are a bitch to walk in for long periods of time.

When you’re ready to leave, Marius takes you to a super fancy restaurant. You went a little pale when you saw where you were going, then reminded you that Marius has the money to volunteer to give you ridiculously expensive dogs. A private reservation overlooking a quiet park is no biggie for Mr. Acting President von Hagen.

All in all, it’s very nice. You can’t get out of being the object of his teasing and no matter how fancy the joint, he still gets full named.

Artem

A first date with Artem is classic. Dinner and a movie.

The two of you ended up going back and forth about who picked the movie and diner, eventually settling on you picking the movie while he picked the diner.

You did your research and picked something that would appeal to both of you. A reshowing of a timeless chick flick: The Titanic (Is the Titanic a classic in 2030?)

Artem makes sure he has plenty of tissues he knows you’re prone to crying at the end

Afterwards, you two have an in depth debate over whether Jack and Rose would have both fit on the door. He tells you that if that ever happens, he’ll make sure both of you survive.

For diner Artem takes you to a nice Mom-and-Pop restaurant. It turns out he’s been going there since he was a kid and the proprietors are really happy to see that “Artie finally found himself a nice girl. It’s about time.”

Despite their gentle teasing, the food there really is some of the best you’ve ever had

Of course, Artem drives you home himself and walks you to the door

Vyn

And last, but never least Vyn “here are my red flags” Richter

On the scale of fancy to classic to casual, Vyn ends up bringing you on a date that rates somewhere between fancy and classic. It’s classy, it’s upscale, but it’s not oozing “I run a conglomerate” either

He takes you to see a ballet or an Opera. Swan lake, maybe, Something refined, much like your date

Of course, you have very good seats. Vyn wouldn’t have anything else.

After the show, you go to a quiet, but upscale restaurant. It’s one well known for it’s wine, which the guy is an absolute stickler for.

Vyn is a complete gentleman the entire time. Really, he always is. Treating you with nothing but the utmost respect, despite his concerning manipulative tendencies and you enjoy seeing a glimpse of what Vyn is like when you’re not calling him Dr. Richter.

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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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artemstellation · 1 year

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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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rosa-qing · 1 year

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Themis-Scenario

Artem Wing

Day 4 : little surprise

Summary : she prepared a little surprise to announce the important news.

Artm426-23 Masterlists

She lay down on the couch with her eyes closed. As the dizziness consumes her. She knows it's normal with her condition but she still hates being unable to do anything.

"Are you sure you don't need to go again to the hospital ? I just won't go to work today to be with you" He asks while he crouches down next to her.

Artem reaches out to tuck her loose hair behind her ear so he could see her pale face. She slowly opens her eyes and meets his concern gaze

"It's just overwork, I'll be okay after a few hours of sleep." She forced a smile to make him believe she was okay.

A defeated sigh left his lips, knowing she wouldn't change her mind.

"Call me if you need anything" He pressed a kiss on her forehead.

She nods as a smile spreads on her lips.

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Artem tries his best to focus on doing his work but his mind keeps thinking if his wife is okay. He already sent her a couple of messages but she hasn't replied to any of them.

Maybe she fell asleep is the reason he keeps telling himself. But still he kept worrying about her.

He's deep in thought when all of a sudden his phone rings. Seeing the caller ID, he quickly answered it

"Is everything okay, how are you feeling?. I'm coming home" He kept asking her.

A soft chuckle could be heard over the phone making him stop.

" I just woke up and read your messages .Everything is fine and I'm feeling much better, I'm sorry for making you worry"

He releases the breath he didn't know he was holding on, hearing her words.

"Before I forget the reason why I called, there's a file on my table. My client will meet me tomorrow. Umm can you check it to see if everything is right?" She asks

"Is it for the patent case, I'll handle it" he answered.

They talked for a while before hanging up.

Artem walked towards her desk and found the file. Looking at it he found it strange.

"Parent Case no. 2" is the only thing written on the first page. He took the file back to his office.

He sat back to his chair to begin reviewing the case as he flipped the first page something unexpected caught his eye.

It was an ultrasound photo with the words "Hi,Dad" written below.

He stared at it in a daze, unable to believe what he was seeing. He flipped the page and saw his wife's medical reports.

Nothing makes sense to him until he reads the highlighted words

3 weeks pregnant

Artem took the rest of the day off, and quickly went back home.He found her sitting on the sofs reading the real patent case file still unaware of his presence

"You shouldn't over work" he announced

She looks at him with a grin plastered on her face. She already expected this when she called him.

"I told you i'm okay, why did you come home early" she innocently asks.

Without answering he walked towards her, and gently pulled her into a hug. He buried his face on the crook of her neck.

"Did you read it" she asks

Artem nods while burying his head deeper. The feeling of happiness overwhelms that he can't express it in words.

She pulled away from his hug, grabbed his hand placing it gently on her tummy.

"Hi Dad" she repeated what was written on the ultrasound picture.

Artem gently caresses her tummy unable to believe there's a baby in there. He looks up at her seeing tears trickle down her cheeks.

He cupped her face brushing away her tears.

"Thank you" he leaned down to gently kiss her lips. She pulled him closer kissing him deeper.

Finally the baby they keep wishing for is finally here..

#🥀:themisscenarios #🥀:artm426 23 #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis #artem wing x reader #tot x reader #tot artem #tears of themis artem #artemrosa #artem wing #artem x reader #zuo ran x reader #zuo ran

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kurooblossom · 9 months

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「LATE」左然

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3 | MASTERLIST

➤ Word Count: 826

➤ Pairing: Artem Wing (Zuǒ Rán) x reader

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, okay...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?” He called out.

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, love...”

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

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

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

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

How he didn’t deserve her...

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

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

#artem wing x reader #artem wing fanfic #Artem wing fanfiction #artem x reader #artem fanfic #artem fanfiction #zuo ran x reader #zuo ran fanfic #zuo ran fanfiction #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis fanfiction #tears of themis fanfic #tot x reader #tot fanfic #tot fanfiction

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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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ohthemis · 1 year

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I saw your pregnancy headcanon! So wholesome and lovely ❤️. Now what would be their reaction when you tell them u want a baby?

tot boys when you want a baby

characters: all

ARTEM WING

stars in his eyes. he's shocked at first (thinks you're messing with him)

"are you serious? you're not joking around?" "of course."

pulls you into the tightest hug ever. suddenly he's thanking you and everything.

"god, i love you so much" "i love you too." "thank you, thank you, thank you."

if you're trying for a child, he literally tracks your ovulation with those period tracker apps.

"let's try in 2 days." "not that i'm complaining, but that's oddly specific." "it's your ovulation date."

promises the world to you. he's just so ecstatic.

"i'll be the best parent. i swear." "of course you will." "you won't even have to lift a finger."

MARIUS VON HAGEN

absolutely no shame

"you look nervous, did you think i wouldn't agree?" "no, but..." "let's start now, in fact!"

he exhibits no self control and maybe that's why you love him

"no worries, mc! together, we'll be a baby making machine!" "please never say that again" "why not?!"

probably the least stressed over it out of the four. and in a good way.

"are you not scared at all marius?" "of course i am! but why wouldn't i be happy about this? i'm going to have a baby with you, mc. i'd say my happiness far outweighs my fear."

he knows it's going to be hard, and he's going to be cheery for that reason.

"you know, in a few months time, both of us are going to feel like absolute shit. so why not enjoy now?" "is it really that simple?" "it is for me. it's not hard for me to be happy when i'm around you."

LUKE PEARCE

he's so in love with you it's disgusting

"i'm excited thinking about it, mc." "i'm excited too." "i can't wait to see little us running around wrecking the house. it'll be the best part of my life."

scrapbooks everything

"are you sure we need a picture of the pregnancy test?" "of course!" "if you're sure..."

practically glued to your side

"does anything hurt? you need to puke?" "i feel fine, actually." "maybe you should take a day off..."

he prefers to build the furniture for the baby room instead of buying

"would this shade of yellow be cuter or should i change it to the more orange-y one?" "are they not the same color?" "you're right. the first one is better." "???"

VYN RICHTER

super serious about the whole thing. not fucking around.

"having children isn't easy. are you sure you want this?" "yes, i'm sure, vyn." "i trust you, you know that. but this won't be like anything else we've ever gone through."

tries to fully plan it out to the best of his ability. sounds like a medication ad.

"have this. it helps with body ache and immunity." "it smells weird." "it's safe and healthy. your tongue might not love it, but your body will."

if you're trying for the baby, he's suddenly in touch with the top OBGYNs and pediatricians.

"meet your new OBGYN, my love." "what's wrong with my old one?" "there were too little "top 1 in the country"'s on her resume."

god bless him, he's doing his best

"you have 132 open tabs on babies?" "if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right." "we'll probably need less news articles and more pregnancy tests."

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queenie-avenue · 4 months

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More than Co-workers.

—> headcanons of a workplace romance with artem wing.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is rosa, workplace romance, fluff, artem being a malewife fr

🦋 ⤻ archives.

— At the start of the day, it begins with a kiss, mwah!

— Both of you alternate days where you get breakfast together, either homemade or bought from a cafe both of you like.

— The moment you both enter the office, though, both your hands unlatch from each other, and it's serious work time!

— He doesn't like it when you make instant noodles for lunch or dinner, so he tries to pack extra snacks or even a whole bento box just for you.

— When it comes to coffee or tea or any other beverage of your preference, Artem always has some stocked up in the pantry of the law firm.

— Although he doesn't really like to show public displays of affection, he can be rather cheeky.

Artem's hands brush against yours when you place the files down on his desk. He looks up at you just as his fingers retreat.

"Sorry." He smiled. Honestly, sometimes he was just as cheeky as Marius.

— Has a picture of you on his desk.

— He likes to angle the photo of you towards any client/worker that's in his office to let them know he's taken. You know for a fact the moment you both get married — which you will, Artem will ensure that — he'll flash his wedding ring anytime he can.

— Sneaks kisses during break at the pantry. Nothing too spectacular, just a simple kiss on the cheek and a good job.

— A single bud of your favourite flower is always on your table every day, and when you realise this, you do the same thing back towards him.

You chuckle when you spot the usual bud on your table. It seems like your suspicions were correct. After all, the flowers were going to be a usual thing in your relationship.

You made a mental note to prep flowers for him tomorrow, too.

— You both spend lunch together, period. Unless, of course, you both need to meet a client. He's a bit clingy but not overbearing.

— You best be sure he's driving you home every night. As much as he believes Stellis is safe, he still wants to be a good boyfriend and gentleman by bringing you home. If you live together and he specifically needs to stay late, he will drive you home first, no matter what.

— Every alternating Friday, both of you will either have a dinner date at home or go out to a restaurant. Who cooks is who feels like it. Artem especially loves when you cook, even if your cooking is horrible.

— Ends and starts the day with a kiss. Mwah!

#artem wing imagine #artem wing x reader #artem wing #zuo ran #zuo ran x reader #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis #tot artem #tot zuo ran

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writeluna · 2 years

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childhood sweethearts with artem wing

a/n: this was first posted on HoYoLab app

Artem has always been a really kind kid, helping his teachers and his fellow kids

You both were in kindergarten when you first met, you were getting bullied by other kids, when this small blue eyes boy intervened

You didn't heard what he said that makes the bullies back away, you were just too mesmerized by him to notice it

He introduced himself giving you his chubby little hands to help you stand up properly

You started noticing how he always helps his teacher when they are carrying something or handing out other kids supplies

It was when elementary school started, you both became actual friends

It was your first day and you were nervous, when this same blue-eyed boy who once helped you came towards you, recognising you from kindergarten

He asked you if you wanted to sit together and start both of yours first day together, you agreed, relieved to have someone with you

That's how you started getting close, you get to know about him, like his parents were lawyer and how much he wanted to be like them as well

It was one time in your 5th grade when there was a cooking day where your grade could participate too, Artem somehow convinced you to participate in it with him as partners

That's where you found out that he have a natural talent or just a fascination for cooking

And watching you eat his food also made his heart beats faster, he loved it seeing you enjoy his food,, since than he decided to always bring you some kind of special dish that he has made himself.

You both were really close friends to the point where you could just go to each other's home without any care or informing

When you started secondary school, he started hitting his puberty as well making him really popular, but no matter how many people wanted to be friends with him, he'll always choose his childhood bestie over anyone

There was one time when children were taught about women menstruation, he came to you asking you about it,, that was definitely a somewhat awkward conversation you both had but he was really serious about it with a little bit of blushing Artem in between.

After that conversation, he wasn't afraid or shy to ask you about it, helping you if you need something

At that point he had many people confessed to him but he wasn't interested in any of them saying it wasn't his goal to get in a relationship at the moment, but when he saw someone confessing to you in front of him, he wasn't really happy about it

He told you to not date anyone because it might "effect on your studies," that's what he always said not mentioning how it kinda stings to his heart just by imagining you with someone else

He always told you to prioritise your goals and yourself over everything

After completing your school, he opted to go to a law school while you decided to do something you love

He always support you no matter what, during stressful times he was always there for you with his amazing cooking and his calming company

Before every big exams you both have a movie night, calling it a relaxing day and break from studies to calm your mind

During this time, you both started to realise that there were something more between you than just friendship.

You noticed the way he stares at you just a bit longer, the way his company feels too comforting, how his words feels too healing that it was supposed to be

He was starting to become more than just a close friend to you, he held a special spot for himself in your life which no one can ever replace

For Artem it was same, he would spend all his time in your company if he could, the want to protect you was growing and it doesn't felt like a friendly thing anymore

He wanted to cook for you, watch movies with you, read you books, cuddle with you, sudden hand holding started to give him butterfly, you being close to him gives him this excitement and calmness at the same time, it started to drive him real crazy

But both of you never said anything to each other, afraid that this could ruin this beautiful friendship

Even Neil his mentor knew how much affection Artem holds for his dear friend, it was obvious to anyone who really knows Artem that he was in love

When he got his doctorate degree, he wanted you to be there in his graduation ceremony

When he was invited by Celestine to join the law firm as a senior partner, he told you first, he wanted to share all his happiness with you first

When Artem decided he wanted to take the Senior Attorney's bar exam, you're more nervous for him than himself, but he really didn't suprised you when he passed that exam getting himself the name of country's youngest senior attorney.

That's when he decided that he wants to confess to you, with the help of Neil and pressure from Celestine, he planed out a perfect date for you to take on, something dreamy that you always wanted, something you once told him when you're both watching a movie

It was the perfect and the best day for both of you, you both enjoyed each other's company, cause no matter if you wanted to or not wanted to get in a relationship with him,, the truth will always be that you both held each other greatly in your heart ♡

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nagisadelune · 1 year

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Headcanon: Meeting Artem in University

(Definitely not edited)

I've been kind of on a roll with Artem headcanons recently because I keep looking at his cards (as a simp for him). Either way, I have another headcanon about him for you guys, and it's actually your first "encounter" with him.

I know that Hoyo already has a story set about how you/Rosa/MC first meet Artem, but I feel like this could happen in the actual storyline outside of the cards (?). Also, there is a tiny spoiler from the game about Artem's relationships with certain characters, but I don't think that it ruins too much about the actual story. Either way, I hope you enjoy this headcanon!

For the timeline and setting, assume that you are Rosa and that this is during your time in university, so imagine this being set a few years above the official start of the game.

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"How do I improve this part of the paper?" Rosa asks the older woman across the desk from her. The tension in the room feels thick as Rosa begins asking questions regarding the quality of the paper. She needed this paper to be perfect.

After a brief reread of the section, the older woman explains, "You need to elaborate more about the details that you interpreted. Your evidence already discusses a lot about the observations of the scene, so you really need to get deep with your analysis." Rosa nods understanding the explanation, already plotting out how to rewrite the essay. Before she could ask another question, her advisor decides to end their meeting, "It's almost five, and I have another person coming in after you. I'm afraid we have to end our discussion here." Rosa looks confused as she glances to the clock in the office and realizes the time.

In a rush to clean up and leave, Rosa bids her farewell to her thesis advisor, "Thank you for your efforts, professor. I'll be sure to adjust my paper with your feedback." She bows towards her advisor before carefully leaving the building. As she walks towards the exit, her heels click against the ground, and she continues thinking about the discussion with the professor just earlier.

While she's lost in her thoughts, a male on the other side of the hallway sighs, thinking about his current workload. Noticing the girl who just exited the office, his eyes follow her figure. Her medium-length brown hair flow behind her as she briskly walks down the hall, and her fingers seem to be counting something. Her concentrated eyes don't detect a certain campus celebrity watching her intently while standing still. She quickly walks past the male, and his eyes follow her figure getting smaller down the hallway.

He barely manages to break his gaze on her when he shakes his head, but it seemingly breaking a trance he was just in. He approaches the office door and knocks on it, the hard wood against his knuckles echoing in the hallway.

"Come in," the female voice inside answers as she pours some hot water into a cup. The male outside grips on the doorknob before twisting it and entering the room. "How were classes, son?" she asks when she sees his familiar figure in the room. He carefully closes the door to avoid the loud thud when the door completely closes before slipping his backpack off.

"They were okay, but it's just been a long day since it's getting darker earlier," Artem briefly explains to his mom before sinking into the chair. The seat is still warm from Rosa which shocks him at first, but he slowly settles and enjoys the warmth. While waiting for his mom to sit down with him, his eyes wander on the room before landing on the large monitor on the desk. He notices a student's essay displayed on the screen, reading the name: Rosa (L/N).

"It is getting darker, so you shouldn't forget to take care of yourself this winter," his mom reminds him as he only half-listens to her, humming in response. His mind wanders as he recalls the focused girl walking down the hall lost in thought. Although they never physically interacted with each other, she already left a strong impression on him.

"Did someone check in with you about their thesis?" he asks, still looking at the computer screen. "The new semester just started, and someone's already finished writing theirs?" Surprised at the pace, he looks at his mom trying to see what she has to say about it.

With a sigh, she replies, "Yes, that's a student's completed thesis. She wanted me to look over it since she wanted perfect it." Artem nods, understanding the situation. Although it surprises him that someone already decided to finish their thesis, it's understandable to finish early to revise. "Not only that, she works really hard to make sure that she does well on these papers," she comments again, finally sitting down in her chair. Her fingers grips the string of the tea bag as she moves it up and down in the water.

"How is this thesis though in your opinion?" he asks in curiosity. His mother eyes him, noticing his new found curiosity and internally chuckles at her son.

"It's just a draft, so obviously there are some things that she needs to change up. However, considering that, it's coming along well for her," she explains before setting the tea bag down. In response, he nods before seemingly reading the paper himself. "Why are you so interested?" she finally questions, trying to figure out what her son is thinking.

"She just caught my attention on my way here; that's all," he mumbles softly while still skimming the lines of text. She scoffs softly before taking a sip of her fresh tea.

Yeah right. Only caught his attention.

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Again, this is probably going to be proven wrong by Hoyo, but I like to think that this is Artem's first time ever seeing you lol. Either way, I hope you liked this one! Don't forget to follow if you like this, and I'll see you in the next one!

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iceysghost · 2 years

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gold for artem?

GOLD 》 luxury, prestige, elegance

◇ He gives you a new set of glittering jewelry.

COLORS OF ROMANCE EVENT

Artem Wing x Female! Reader

Word Count: 819 words

Trigger/Content Warning: kissing

“Your tieclip, it’s so pretty.”

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

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

“Hm?”

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

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

“Do you think so?”

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

“You think my eyes look like sapphires?”

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

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

“Never as beautiful as yours.” he hummed.

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

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

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

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

“[Name], you’re here.”

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

“Ah, Artem!’ you exclaimed.

He brisked towards you.

“Something wrong?”

“No, nothing!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that why you—?”

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

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

“Artem, you...”

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

Knock knock. You froze.

“Who is it?” he asked calmly.

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

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

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

“Ah, sure!”

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

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

“Nice necklace you’ve got there.”

She let go and walked off.

“But what about the—”

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

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