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revasserium · 8 months

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nxx #1 - waking up with you

artem.

you wake up to find him watching you, the summer sky of his eyes fixed on you as you smile and yawn and curl closer. “sleep well?” he asks, his voice still husky and rough, the silk and gravel of a jazz singer in a smoke-filled bar, delicious and intoxicating. he asks you about your dreams, traces soft, abstract lines into the bare skin of your waist, smiles at the way you get shy when you realize what a mess your hair is, tugs you back when you try to pull away from him to straighten it out — he says, “no… let be it,” he says, “it looks good like this… just like this…”, he says, “sometimes… i think i’m still dreaming when i wake up next to you,”, he says, “look at me…” and he smiles, cups your cheek, holds you still as you stare back at him, searching his eyes only to find love and love and love.

luke.

you wake up to find him watching you, though he’s still clearly barely awake himself — there’s a shy, lazy grin caught on his lips and he slips over to slip his arm around your waist to pull you closer, nuzzle into your cheek if only to make you laugh. “hey! what’s so funny?” he asks, a pout already pressed between his lips, his eyes drawn large and puppy-like, but you smile and shake your head, tell him that it’s nothing, kiss the tip of his nose just to see him blush before he dives on top of you, pinning you beneath him with a bright laugh, “ah, so that’s how you wanna play?” he says, his honeycomb hair falling to frame his face and you — you stare up at him, breathless. he has the decency to blush again before collapsing at your side and tugging you closer, “mm… it’s too early for that, isn’t it?” he asks, looping his arm around your middle and pulling you close, “let’s sleep in for just a bit longer, hm?”

vyn.

you wake up to find him watching you, his cheek propped up on the heel of his hand, his eyes like twin stars, bright and burning and inquisitive, “ah… good morning, my sleeping beauty,” he says, smiling as you bury your face in your pillow to stifle a yawn, feeling you cheeks heat at the thought of him watching you sleep for god knows how long and — were you drooling? he laughs as you peer up at him over the top of your pillow, your hair a birds nest sitting atop your head — he reaches out to muss it up even more, a fond smile gracing his lips as he leans in. he kisses both your eyelids before pulling back, “good dreams, i hope? you were smiling a lot so…” he cocks his head to watch you, ever the scientist as you are ever the butterfly, pinned to the cushion beneath him. “s-something like that…” you say, averting your eyes as you try not to recall the details of your less-than-kosher dream of him, but he only leans in, his smile widening slightly as he pulls you closer, “mm… tell me about it… and maybe… we’ll be able to make some of those dreams come true, hm?”

marius.

you wake up to find him asleep — or so you think, but the grin on his lips tells you otherwise, and when you try to pull away, a pair of arms reaches out to tug you back against his warm chest, his hold on you tight and steady as you feel him nosing into the back of your neck, “ah… jiejie… how mean — trying to leave me before i wake up…” you laugh to yourself before flipping over to meet his dazzling, gemstone gaze, pursing your lips as you take him in, “if you were asleep, how’d you know i was trying to leave?” you ask, but he only crinkles his nose and leans in to bury his face in the crook of your neck, whining even as you feel him smirk against your skin — “so mean, jiejie… bullying me on a weekend morning… after everything that happened last night…” you feel yourself go hot at his words, thinking back to last night — to the heat and friction, to the give and take. you swallow as he chuckles, pulling back to pin you with those saturday night eyes of his — “don’t you think you owe me just a little, hm?” he asks, pulling you beneath him and pinning you there, “didn’t you promise you’d make me feel good too?” and you can barely nod before he’s grazing his lips along the bare skin of your shoulder, letting out a soft, wanton moan, “so… how about we start… right now?”

tot MARIUS reqs are officially open u__u

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skynapple · 4 months

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Artem is literally the only one she commented on like this. Artemrosa stans get such good crumbs this event.

#artemrosa #I love all them ok I just love artemrosa the most #tears of themis #artem wing #zou ran

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aimixx · 1 year

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after a long hiatus i posted the 4th chapter of my artem fic

#—traveler stories #tears of themis #artem wing #zou ran #artem x rosa #artemrosa #nah yall not safe its angsty

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hotarushidosha · 2 years

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The amount of WiP I have is unreal

#hotarushidosha #fanart #sketch #tears of themis #hoyoverse #mhy #artem wing #wip #suit #comic #zou ran

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scorsina · 2 years

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Look at this cute chibi Artem!!! 💖💖💖

What is Your MC name?

( my: Alison )

#tears of themis #mihoyo #artem wing #Zou ran #cute boy #I’m really in love with this cute events and I want to play more with this #drawing #fanart #artwork #art #artists on tumblr #mc

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tartagilicious · 3 years

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artem wing relationship headcanons // requested by anon ⛄️

- he’s canonically never been in a relationship before, but when he looks at you, he just knows that what he feels is love. there’s no other way to explain his uncharacteristic clumsiness around you, or how he thinks for two instead of one.

- keeps a note in his phone of every little thing you like, things you offhandedly compliment in passing shop windows, even links to recipes he thinks you’d like are hidden somewhere in there.

- he’s your boss, so he’s very kind about your hours — not in a way that’s unfair to others, but in one that shows he’s paying attention to you. he would definitely be the type of person to not let go of you in bed in the morning and sacrifice his own day just for you to get some rest.

- keeps different kinds of hot chocolate in his desk drawer for those certain late nights. you tell him to stop blowing his hard earned money on sugary drinks, he tells you to quit telling him to how live his life and hands you another cup of hot chocolate (LMFAO)

- you’re a power couple, no skirting around that. but, i personally think he’d advocate for keeping your relationship from the press! you’re both a big part of local news, what with being a senior lawyer infamous for never losing a case and his partner that’s only a graduate yet still quickly cementing their reputation in the legal world.

- but you walk out of courtrooms with cameras on you and he can’t help but put a stray arm around your waist. netizens may spread rumour after rumour, but it’s all artem will allow himself for a while. maybe one day you’ll choose to make it obvious? but no bad rumours want to be spread, and he’s content being with you in any form.

- i don’t remember if they got to this in the en version, but mans is an amazing cook. you save a lot of money by staying home and making things together, partly to honour your promise to stop ordering takeout and mostly to spend time with him.

- kisses the back of your hand a ton. also your shoulder, especially in the mornings. anywhere casual that he can reach tends to be his favourite, such as your cheek, forehead, even occasionally your neck!

- his love language is words of affirmation. i will 100% always stand by this. he will never cease to tell you that he’s proud of you, or miss the opportunity to tell you that you’ve done well either on a case or in life. this man also has a way with gazes omg have you seen some of his cgs anyways yeah, piercing adoration in those blue eyes. cuts through your soul in the best way.

- not into pda, but very much touch-oriented. he won’t require it, but having your hand in his or even just you hovering next to him will do more than any medicine could ever. celestine teases him for it all the time, and gives him all of the 'i told you so!’s she can, but no amount of teasing could keep him from placing a kiss on your forehead as you leave the office together at the end of the day.

- jealous very easily. luke may just be his normal cheerful self, vyn might make a comment that flies over your head or, even worse, marius and his flirty disposition may somehow make their way into your day. but, you’re truly strong in the way that you politely ignore them, or at the very least never indulge them. there might be a mini war between the four when it comes to you, but by all counts, artem has won it.

- anyways he also slow dances with you in random places. no backings for this. just seems like something he’d do.

- drinks black coffee to feed his rich and calm but secretly sweet ceo trope self.

#these are long BUT HE DESERVES IT #zou ran my beloved #tears of themis #tears of themis artem #artem wing #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis headcanons #tot #tot x reader #tot headcanons #artem wing x reader #artem x reader #zuo ran #zou ran tears of themis

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 3 years

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#tears of themis #memery🐒#artem wing #zou ran #tot rosa #tot artem #l'hôtel.tearsofthemis #l'hôtel.tot #themis.artem #themis.rosa #aerin.jpg #my post 📫#funny stuff #memes #tot memes #tears of themis memes

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atsuwiee · 2 years

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i’d run away on the spot 😟

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis mc #tears of themis artem #tot artem #artem wing #zou ran #zou ran x you

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thelost-in-time · 2 years

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ohh, thank you for doing this event! its so neat, i love stuff like this :) could i request artem sending a letter to his s/o confessing his feelings, because he can't quite say the words out loud and thought it'd be easier just to write them? thank you!! (also, would it be alright to make multiple requests? it's fine if it's just the one, I don't wanna take up other people's requests!)

Aaahhh, the way I smiled so wide when I saw your request! And of course it's okay to send multiple requests! I'm not really expecting much requests haha. Thank you for your request, it's under the cut!

You have a letter!

Sender: Artem Wing

Recipient: You! 💝

Hello, (y/n). I hope you're doing well.

I'm writing this letter to you to confess something.

I've been trying so long to tell you this, but the words keep dying on my lips before I can tell you (Marius told me I look like a gaping fish out of water).

The truth is that I'm quite fond of you.

Romantically.

I don't know when, I don't know how, but I've fallen in love with you.

You don't have to feel the same, I just thought it would be fair if you knew how I felt, especially because it's related to you.

When I'm with you, it feels as if I can express myself freely around you.

I've never known love until you came around, and I feel.... free.

You are the most important person to me, and I would hate to lose you, so even if you reject me, I wish for us to remain as friends.

I would have included a gift, but I wasn't sure what to get you (this is probably my 100th attempt at writing this letter).

Just know that you can always come to me if you need anything and I would be happy to help.

I love you, and I will protect you with everything I have and make you feel special and loved everyday.

Sincerely

Artem Wing

P.s: If you feel the same for me, please feel free to give me your response in person. I would love to cook you some dinner.

#tears of themis x reader #tears of themis x y/n #tears of themis x you #tears of themis #artem wing x you #artem wing x reader #tot artem #tot zuo ran #zuo ran x reader #zou ran #valentines event #tot x y/n #tot x reader

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revasserium · 6 months

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nxx #2 - the best part

artem.

you are the best part of a monday morning, the soft click of heels, the whish of automatic doors, the light tap-tap of fingers on tablets. he knows just where you’ll be, a soft frown caught between your eyebrows; sometimes, when during meetings, or even just when he’s passing by your desk, he wishes he could reach over to smooth it over with a fingertip. when it’s late enough, he thinks about trying. other times, when it’s late-late enough — he actually does. and he’d sink into your startled gasp of laughter, the way you go slightly cross-eyed as he leans back to grin, shaking his head, “don’t frown like that… your face will get stuck.” and when you crinkle your nose and swat at his hand, your cheeks going the kind of pink that makes him think of every single sunset he’s yet to see, every single sunrise that’s still to kiss the sky, he has to stop himself from letting his fingers graze down to trace against your skin. “no it won’t…” but there’s no real conviction in your voice, and there’s something brilliant in the secret smile you share. “you’re right,” he admits, “but… i’m not sure i like it when i think about how often you frown in my presence.” he savors in the way you blush then, the way you press your lips, the startled and then resolute way you square your shoulders before saying, “then… i guess you should try to make me smile more often.” artem blinks for a second, and then — “sure… it’s a promise then. but... you’ll have to stay with me long enough for me to see it through.”

luke.

you are the best part of a september afternoon, his cardigan slipping off your shoulder as you pour through your work files. and even though he still feels some kinda way about you doing work while you’re with him — well — he looks down at his own pile of casefiles — he can’t really blame you anyway. birds of a feather and all. he grins as he glances up, only to find you smiling. “what?” you blush, looking away, “nothing — just… this is nice.” it’s his turn to blush now. and yes, he thinks, because this is what he loves — just this, just the moments in between, the quiet breaths and the unsaid words and the afternoon filtering through the autumn leaves, the coffee still lukewarm on the table between you. he takes a breath and looks at you, really looks at you — because he can’t remember a time when he didn’t know you, when he hasn’t loved you just like this — with the pure, simplicity of a september afternoon, as certain as tides, as simple as a child’s knowledge that this is the person he never wants to leave his life. “yeah,” he says, grinning broadly at you as he reaches over tug a strand of your hair between his fingers, “everything is nice when it’s with you.”

vyn.

you are the best part of every winter day, the distant, slanted light working its strange magic over the world, casting everything in its ethereal glow. “there’s just something about the winter sun,” you’d said one day, peering over towards the far horizon, shielding your eyes from the light, pausing as the pair of you walk hand in hand towards the corner store for something or other (vyn’s long since forgotten the minutia for the memory of you). he’d raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, waiting for you to continue, and after a second, you had, turning back towards him with frost-nipped cheeks and brilliant, snow-drop eyes, laughing as you wave at the casual, neighborhood scenery around you, “it makes everything look more beautiful, doesn’t it? like… it’s a dream, or some of those old fashioned picture filters…” to which vyn had smiled and gripped your hand just a bit tighter, “yes… i’ve always thought that winter was the most nostalgic season. it makes you miss a time that hasn’t yet come to pass. perhaps… a future with someone you love, no?” and he’d watched, fascinated, enraptured as you’d blushed and turned away, tugging him behind you, mumbling something about being unfair. and he thinks that if anyone were ever unfair — it’d undoubtedly be you.

marius.

you are the best part of a friday night — your laughter like the city lights, your smile, a million moons in a million distant skies, the shape of you dozing beside him in the back of limo, your cheeks kissed pink from all the wine. he thinks he could cup forever in the palm of his hands like this, thread your fingers with his and suddenly, he’s more sober than he’s ever been in his entire life, watching you nodding off next to him. he thinks he can see the next twenty, thirty, shit forty years of his life flashing outside along with the neon-night-skies, the way your lashes cast shadows along the high of your cheeks, the way your earrings rest against the bend of your neck. “mm… marius?” you ask, blinking sleepily up at him as the limo pulls to a quiet halt at a stoplight, your perfume making an absolute mess of his mind, and he has to clear his throat to hide just how many butterflies had exploded in the pit of his stomach at the sound of your sleep-sweetened voice — “i-it’s late… you can keep sleeping if you want… i’ll wake you up when we get home.” to which you’d leaned up and pressed as soft kiss to his cheek and it takes everything inside him not to pull you to him, press you into the limo seat and kiss you till the entire world melts away, “thanks… you should sleep too,” you say, nuzzling into the side of his neck, your breath chasing shivers up and down his spine. “y-yeah… i — i’ll try."