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[totromanticfool]

Finally!!! I'M DONE WITH THE VIDEO!!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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#this is amazing #thank you! #artem wing #tears of themis

[totromanticfool]

All hail this speech and the way it was brought to us. 🙏

“It’s literally impossible to be a woman.

You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow, we're always doing it wrong?

You have to be thin, but not too thin, and you can never say you wanna be thin. You have to say you wanna be healthy, but also, you have to BE THIN.

You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass.

You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean.

You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas.

You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time.

You have to be a career woman, but also, always be looking out for other people.

You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is INSANE, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining!

You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood, but ALWAYS STAND OUT and ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL. But never forget that the system is rigged, so find a way to acknowledge that but ALSO, always be grateful!

You have to never get old. Never be rude. Never show off. Never be selfish. Never fall down. Never fail. Never show fear. Never get OUT OF LINE. It's too hard! It's too contradictory, and nobody gives you a medal or says 'thank you!' And it turns out, in fact, that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also, everything is your fault.

I'm just so tired of watching myself, and every single other woman tie herself into knots, so that people will like us.

And if all of that, is also true for a doll just representing a woman, then I don't even know." -Gloria the barbie movie

this is it. this is exactly it oh my god.

#barbie the movie #best speech ever #amen #thank you for taking the time to write it perfectly! #the feels #this will live in my head rent free #america ferrera

[totromanticfool]

It's you and me this summer

Hcs for the nxx boys going on holiday with you (order: Luk - Marius - Vyn - Artem) maybe a bit ooc? (its been a while) Enjoy!

Luke

If you travel by plane, he will offer his shoulder for you to sleep on. He will wake you for snack time though!

If you travel by car, you will switch with driving, and he will have a full playlist with music to keep you both in vacation spirits.

Cannonballs in the pool every single time, then shakes out his hair like a really cute dog. (a golden retriever prob)

Probably burns easily, you will have to remind him about sunblock.

Makes you join karaoke with him out of the blue.

Will take you to little local places to eat, might get a food poisoning from it, but it will be worth it, to see his beautiful genuine smile.

Marius.

First class travel everywhere. Marius is used to it, so you should, too.

By car, he hires someone to drive, so you can both relax closely together in the back seat

Splashes you with water when you try to ease into the pool.

If you are both in a good mood, he will pick you up and throw you in the pool. Has you piggyback ride him in the pool as well, to keep you close.

Probably has staff around him (and you!) For all your needs. Miss wants a drink? It's there within a second. Some shade? Parasol building on the spot.

But the one thing Marius will do himself is apply your sunblock.

He might write something like ♡Marius on your back, so it will be visible agianst te rest of the colored skin.

Vyn

Traveling by plane? He picked out a few books you both can read, while you can choose the music.

By car? He drives. He wants you to relax as much as possible.

He's it the pool on a big floaty with a cup holder. Has a cocktail in it and maybe paid off a waiter to refill it every time he puts the empty glass in the air. (Fight me for this one! I see him as a diva on vacation, canon in chibi lounge 'member?)

Offers to help put on sunblock just to be able to touch your skin.

If there is a wine trip, you will take it. Vyn will have all the knowledge on it and tells you about it with that sparkle in his eyes.

Artem

Traveling by plane, first class. It is expensive but he wants you to relax to the fullest. Even he will close his eyes for a nap.

By car? He drives. He doesn't want you to worry and relax.

Does laps in the pool early in the morning.

Reminds you every few hours to apply sunblock. If you ask him to help, he will turn red, but do it, with a very serious face.

He will do his research before the trip. Knows all the food spots and cultural trips are already planned (only if you want to)

Will act like your personal butler. He will not relax until you are.

You will have to remind him to sit down and enjoy the view every once in a while. (You're his view, obviously)

If you ask him what he really wants to do, he will tell you he wants to visit that super romantic couples spot. (All the while sporting his signature red ears and cheeks)

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while, but i never had the feeling it was 'done' now i know i cant put more in it for now, it was time for me to post it.

until the next drabble!

Love, Hann ❤

#tears of themis #artem wing #marius von hagen #vyn richter #luke pearce #tears of themis fluff #tot artem #tot vyn #tot luke #tot marius #nxx boys #tears of themis hc

[totromanticfool]

Thank you soooo much for this. Loved every word!

Hi! Just wanted to drop by for a minute.

I've followed your current/new job stories, and I just wanted to say congratulations on the new job 🎂🎉 you deserve it, also the extra mora 😏 enjoy the fun and drama this month! Hope it brings you a lot of inspiration for you fanfiction!

Have a wonderful day!

Love, Hann ❤️

Ps, if you want to consider this an ask,(if not, just ignore this part) can I request an Alhaitham with a chaotic, energetic but very smart reader? S/o or friends to lovers, you can choose 🥰

Hi Hann!!! I am so sorry I took my own sweet time with this prompt but I finally finished it!!! I hope you like it @totromanticfool

The Mad Scholar

pairing: Al Haitham x gn! scholar reader

warnings: kiss, fluff, moments of doubt, alcohol

As you walked into the bustling corridors of the Akademiya, your energy radiated like a whirlwind, drawing attention from everyone around. Your vibrant personality clashed starkly with the reserved atmosphere of the institution, and it was no secret that you were known for your eccentric ways. You moved through the crowd with an infectious enthusiasm, your mind racing with a thousand ideas, observations, and questions. And then there was Al Haitham, the epitome of calm and aloofness, seemingly impervious to the chaos that surrounded him. With his headphones on, he navigated through the flurry of activity, his steps deliberate and his focus unwavering. The contrast between the two of you could not have been more pronounced.

As you spotted Al Haitham standing by the bookshelves, your energy reached its peak. With a mischievous grin, you bounded over to him, barely containing your excitement. "Al Haitham, my dear friend! Guess what I discovered today?" you exclaimed, barely pausing for a breath.

Al Haitham's eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and exasperation as he removed his headphones and turned to face you. "Must you always be so exuberant?" he replied, his voice cool and composed.

"But that's what makes life interesting, doesn't it?" you countered, undeterred by his stoic demeanor. "Now, listen to this—I've just stumbled upon an ancient text that holds the key to understanding the mysterious language of frogs!"

Al Haitham arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued despite himself. "Frogs, you say?"

"Yes! It's absolutely ribbeting – I mean riveting," you exclaimed, your enthusiasm contagious. "Imagine deciphering their croaks and understanding their sophisticated amphibious conversations!"

Al Haitham's lips twitched into the faintest of smiles, a rarity reserved for your infectious excitement. "While the pursuit of such knowledge seems peculiar, I must admit, your unique endeavors have a way of captivating my attention."

As you walked through the bustling corridors of the Akademiya talking to Al Haitham animatedly, you couldn't help but notice the sidelong glances and hushed whispers that followed in your wake. People pointed and muttered, their eyes filled with a mixture of intrigue and judgment. You were well aware of the rumors that circulated, the words spoken both behind your back and to your face. They called you weird, a little off-kilter, and some even believed you had a few screws loose in your head. But you had long grown accustomed to such opinions.

You were used to the way people avoided engaging in deep conversations with you, fearing the unpredictable path your thoughts might take. Your mind was a labyrinth of ideas, where thoughts collided and merged in a chaotic dance. You reveled in the exhilaration of intellectual exploration, your curiosity insatiable, and your approach unorthodox. To some, it was disconcerting, like attempting to navigate through a storm without a compass. Yet, amid the noise of criticism and raised eyebrows, you remained steadfast in your belief that your head and heart were in the right place. You understood that your approach to life was unconventional, but it was this very chaos that fueled your creativity and allowed you to see connections others missed.

People often wondered how you managed to strike up a friendship with the renowned Grand Scribe, given your seemingly incompatible personalities. They couldn't comprehend how someone as smart and composed as Al Haitham could tolerate your eccentricities. As you walked through the bustling corridors of the Akademiya, talking animatedly with Al Haitham, the memories of how your friendship had blossomed came rushing back. It was during your final year as students when the two of you were unexpectedly paired up for a Vahumana elective on archaeology. Many students pitied Al Haitham for being stuck with you, the eccentric whirlwind of energy they couldn't quite comprehend.

As the professor outlined the assignment—a relic hunt for an artifact at least 300 years old with elemental energy—you could sense the skepticism emanating from Al Haitham. He seemed aloof and indifferent, his demeanor cool and detached. But you refused to let it dampen your spirits; after all, you were accustomed to such reactions.

"So, Al Haitham, any ideas on where we can find a relic that meets the professor's criteria?" you asked, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

He gave you a measured look, his voice calm and composed. "We need to be practical and focused. Let's consider locations that have a rich historical background and are known for their connection to elemental energies. The Desert seems like a good place to start."

Your energy clashed with his reserved approach, but you were undeterred. "The desert? How predictably boring, Al Haitham. Every one of these students will be heading to the desert to find something basic. How about the ruin in Devantaka mountain? The ruin is old, and the possibilities of finding something with elemental energy is not too bad?”

As you eagerly suggested the ruins in Devantaka mountain as a potential location to find a relic with elemental energy, Al Haitham's stoic expression faltered. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his eyes flickered with a newfound intrigue. It was a subtle shift, but one that spoke volumes. You could sense that your suggestion had struck a chord within him.

"The ruin in Devantaka mountain?" he echoed; his voice laced with a hint of curiosity. "While it may be unconventional, your reasoning holds merit. The ancient ruins could indeed harbor the remnants of elemental energy.

A surge of satisfaction filled your being, a validation that your unorthodox thinking had resonated with Al Haitham. It was a pivotal moment, the beginning of him acknowledging your unique abilities and perspectives. The whispers of doubt from others seemed to fade into the background as you reveled in the recognition of your worth. With Devantaka mountain as your chosen path, the two of you embarked on a journey of exploration and discovery. Your chaotic energy and unbridled enthusiasm merged seamlessly with Al Haitham's composed intellect, creating a synergy that propelled you both forward. The culmination of your efforts came with the submission of your paper, a testament to the depth of your research and the unyielding passion that fueled your partnership. With meticulous attention to detail, you presented your findings, painting a vivid picture of the relic and its elemental energies. The accolades poured in, and your paper was not only published but hailed as a groundbreaking contribution to the field of archaeology.

As the weeks turned into months, the bond between you deepened. You complemented each other in ways that few could comprehend. Al Haitham's encyclopedic knowledge and analytical mind merged harmoniously with your unbounded imagination and propensity for making unconventional connections. Together, you challenged each other’s established beliefs, and pushed the boundaries of what was deemed possible. You and Al Haitham became an enigmatic duo, unraveling mysteries and challenging the status quo. The Akademiya watched in awe as you both danced on the fringes of brilliance, leaving a trail of unconventional wisdom in your wake.

As your friendship deepened over the years, Al Haitham became your confidante and trusted advisor. His sharp intellect and astute insights grounded your boundless energy, channeling it into focused pursuits. He became the calm in the storm, the rock you leaned on when your mind raced too fast. People marveled at the sight of Al Haitham willingly removing his headphones in your presence. They noted how, while he remained closed off to most, with you, he showed glimpses of warmth and genuine connection. It was a phenomenon that puzzled them, and they whispered among themselves about the unlikely friendship between the grand scribe and the mad scholar.

It was during one of your chaotic moments few years ago, where your mind was particularly restless and your energy seemed boundless, that you found yourself seated across from Al Haitham in the quiet corner of a study room. He was absorbed in deciphering an ancient script, his gaze focused and distant. You fidgeted in your seat, unable to contain the whirlwind of thoughts brewing inside you.

"Haitham, have you ever wondered what it would be like to converse with the stars?" you blurted out, unable to resist the urge to share your latest musings.

Al Haitham's eyes flicked up from the parchment, his expression a mix of intrigue and skepticism. "Converse with the stars?" he repeated; his voice laced with a hint of bemusement.

"Yes, imagine the vast knowledge they possess, the secrets they hold. What if we could tap into their celestial wisdom?" you mused, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

A subtle smile tugged at the corners of Al Haitham's lips, and though his words were measured, they held a flicker of curiosity. "You have an extraordinary ability to weave together the extraordinary and the mundane, (y/n).” He chuckled. “Are you planning on stealing jobs from Rtawahist scholars?”

You pout at his remark. “You think I am being stupid?”

“While many dismiss your ideas as flights of fancy, there is a certain brilliance in the way your mind dances through the realms of possibility." He shakes his head lightly as he dives back into his book.

Al Haitham, the epitome of intellectual prowess, saw beyond the chaos of your personality, recognizing the value in your unique perspective. In his stoic demeanor, you discovered a rare kindred spirit, someone who appreciated your unbridled enthusiasm and accepted you for who you were.

It became increasingly evident to others at the Akademiya that his behavior around you was markedly different compared to his interactions with them. Where he had once scowled, displayed annoyance, and swiftly shut down their ideas with rational criticism, he now seemed softer, warmer, and more receptive to your presence. It was a contrast that both intrigued and puzzled those who witnessed it.

One instance that particularly stood out occurred during a heated debate in a crowded lecture hall. As scholars passionately argued their points, Al Haitham maintained his usual aloof and detached demeanor, listening intently to each argument as he sat with Tighnari and Kaveh. It was a guest lecture by an old scholar that many people were interested in. Suddenly, amidst the fervor, you burst out of your seat, brimming with energy.

"Everyone! I've had an epiphany!" you exclaimed, drawing the attention of both the professor and your fellow students.

Al Haitham, his expression poised and unruffled, glanced at you with a mix of amusement and curiosity while many scholars collectively groaned at you.

"Pray tell, what revelation have you stumbled upon this time?" One of them asked, his tone dripping with gentle sarcasm.

Undeterred, you launched into a spirited monologue, weaving together seemingly unrelated concepts and proposing a solution that defied conventional wisdom. The other students exchanged perplexed glances, unsure of how to respond to your enthusiastic tirade.

Al Haitham, however, listened intently, his eyes locked on you. He didn't scowl or dismiss your ideas outright. Instead, he interjected with precise questions and pointed out potential flaws in your reasoning. Yet, despite his criticism, there was an underlying camaraderie in his voice—a subtle acknowledgment that your unconventional thinking held merit.

Later, as the lecture concluded, a group of students approached Al Haitham, eager to discuss their own theories and arguments. They had grown accustomed to his sharp intellect and rationality, always anticipating a formidable challenge. But to their surprise, Al Haitham's responses were curt, and he seemed disinterested in engaging in prolonged debates.

"I don't see how your theory holds any water," he quipped dismissively, shutting down one student's proposition.

"But Al Haitham," the student protested, "you were much more open to (y/n)'s ideas earlier. What makes them different?"

Al Haitham's lips curled into a knowing smile as he adjusted his glasses. "Ah, (y/n) possesses a rare quality—a willingness to embrace the whimsical and the absurd without taking offense. Their ideas may be unconventional, but they possess a certain brilliance that I find intriguing. It's refreshing to engage in conversations that don't break the bounds of rationality but rather test its boundaries."

Kaveh and Tighnari exchanged puzzled glances, struggling to comprehend the dichotomy between Al Haitham's usual demeanor and the softened version they witnessed in your presence. They were accustomed to his brusque dismissals, not realizing that your ability to accept criticism without taking it personally had created an environment where Al Haitham felt at ease, liberated to express both skepticism and appreciation.

Al Haitham’s close-knit group of friends consisting of Cyno, Tighnari, and Kaveh began to pay attention subtle changes in his behavior after this incident. They had spent countless hours together, engaging in scholarly discussions, sharing meals, and even venturing out for the occasional social gathering. And though Al Haitham remained his usual stoic and aloof self, there was an underlying shift that did not escape the watchful eyes of his friends.

One evening, Kaveh decided to playfully test the waters. He had noticed the way Al Haitham's eyes followed you when they were engrossed in conversation, how he seemed more engaged and even occasionally displayed a hint of amusement. With a sly grin, Kaveh hatched a plan.

"Hey, (y/n)," Kaveh called out, catching their attention as they sat engrossed in a book at a nearby table. "We're heading to the tavern for some drinks. Care to join us?"

You looked up, your eyes widening with surprise. "Oh, I don't usually go to taverns, but... why not? It could be fun!"

Kaveh chuckled, fully aware of the effect your presence had on Al Haitham. "Great! Come along then.”

The group arrived at the bustling tavern, finding a corner table amidst the lively crowd. Tankards of ale were ordered, and the conversations flowed freely. As the night progressed, the alcohol began to take its toll on you, whose already energetic nature became amplified.

"Al Haitham!" you exclaimed, slurring your words slightly. "Your hair! It's so... perfect." With unsteady hands, you attempted to smooth down his usually pristine locks, causing them to stick out in odd angles.

Al Haitham's eyes widened in surprise, his usual composure faltering for a brief moment. He shot a pleading glance at his friends, silently imploring them to intervene, but they only chuckled, finding the situation highly amusing. Cyno and Tighnari erupted into laughter, thoroughly enjoying Al Haitham's discomposure. Meanwhile, you remained blissfully unaware of the chaos you had caused, your touchy antics continuing as you moved on to rearranging the objects on the table. Al Haitham, ever the rational and composed thinker, struggled to maintain his usual aloof facade. He attempted to gently guide your hands away from his hair, all the while glancing around the tavern, hoping to avoid further attention.

"My apologies, (y/n), but I believe my hair has had enough rearranging for one night," he said with a hint of exasperation, attempting to redirect your attention to something else.

You giggled, seemingly undeterred by his resistance. "But Haitham, your hair is a work of art. It deserves appreciation!" you exclaimed, earning another round of laughter from his friends.

Throughout the evening, Al Haitham found himself caught between frustration and amusement. While he was not accustomed to such touchy and boisterous displays, there was an undercurrent of fondness in the way he regarded you. He watched over you protectively, ensuring that you didn't stumble or cause further chaos, despite his own apparent annoyance.

"Al Haitham," Kaveh said with a mischievous grin, "seems like (y/n) has taken a liking to you tonight. Careful, they might just steal your heart."

Al Haitham's gaze remained fixed on (y/n), their antics both exasperating and endearing. His response was typically measured, his voice tinged with a touch of exasperation. "Kaveh, you speak utter nonsense. (y/n)'s behavior is merely a result of the alcohol. It has no bearing on matters of the heart." He shut down any further discussion on this matter.

As the night wore on, the tavern buzzed with merriment and camaraderie. Tankards were emptied and refilled, laughter echoed through the air, and the group remained in their corner, savoring the lively atmosphere. The effects of alcohol had fully taken hold of you, causing your usually energetic nature to escalate into a stumbling, swaying mess. Leaning against the wall for support, you turned to face Kaveh, a goofy smile on your face.

"Thank you, Kaveh," you slurred, your words punctuated by hiccups. "This is... hic... fun. No one ever... hic... invited me out like this before."

"Thanks is unnecessary, (y/n)," he replied with a chuckle. "We're glad you're having fun."

But you weren't deterred. Drunk and feeling a surge of emotions, you detached yourself from the wall and stumbled toward Kaveh. Grabbing his flushed face in both hands, you looked into his eyes with unsteady determination. "No, thanks is necessary. This... hic... means a lot to me. First time I've had... hic... fun with a group of people." Your words held a touch of vulnerability, a glimpse into the depths of your longing for connection.

Before Kaveh could respond, Al Haitham swiftly intervened, pulling you away from Kaveh with a firm grip on your arm. Concern etched across his features, he deemed it necessary to prevent any further potential chaos.

"That's enough, (y/n)," Al Haitham said, his voice firm yet laced with underlying care. "We should be heading home now."

Tighnari, wearing a kind smile, spoke up, his words gentle and soothing. "Don't worry, (y/n). You will always have a place on our table."

Inspired by Tighnari's words, you made a comedic attempt to lunge toward him, your intention to pet his fox hybrid ears evident. However, Al Haitham's grip tightened, preventing your unsteady advance.

“Let... hic…me… pet… him” You struggle against the muscular scholar.

"That's enough, (y/n)," he said, his voice composed yet laced with concern. "You've had quite enough excitement for one night."

Cyno, Kaveh, and Tighnari burst into laughter behind the two of you, thoroughly amused by the spectacle unfolding.

As the night at the tavern came to an end, the effects of alcohol lingered, leaving you in a state of unsteady steps and blurred thoughts. Al Haitham, ever watchful, took it upon himself to provide you with a stable support, his broad shoulders acting as a reliable anchor in the bustling streets of Sumeru. Your arm draped around him, you rambled on, sharing fragments of academic papers you had recently devoured.

"...And the implications of quantum entanglement in the realm of astrophysics are truly fascinating," you exclaimed, your speech slurred but filled with passion. "The interconnectedness of particles across vast distances opens up new possibilities for our understanding of the universe."

Al Haitham, as usual, remained a silent listener, his sharp eyes focused ahead, absorbing your words without interrupting your intoxicated monologue. One of his arms was securely wrapped around your hip, providing both support and a sense of protection, while the other rested on your hand that was nestled on his shoulder.

In the midst of your ramblings, a thought suddenly struck you, fueled by the alcohol coursing through your veins. You halted your incoherent musings, your gaze fixed upon Al Haitham's face.

"You know, Al Haitham," you slurred, your voice a mixture of admiration and surprise, "you're very unconventionally handsome. It's like... hic... a paradox. You have this aloofness, this intellect, but there's a magnetic quality to you."

Al Haitham's typically composed countenance faltered for a brief moment, his eyes widening ever so slightly. He was accustomed to being admired for his physical appeal, yet your candid remark caught him off guard. "Thank you, (y/n)," he replied, his voice tinged with a touch of uncertainty. "I... I appreciate your perspective."

With each step you took, guided by Al Haitham's steady presence, a subtle shift occurred between the two of you. You pondered who the true mad scholar was between the two of you. Was it you, with your unpredictable nature and chaotic antics, stumbling through life like a whirlwind? Or was it Al Haitham, who chose to befriend someone as spontaneous and spirited as yourself?

Lost in your musings, you turned to Al Haitham, hoping to glean some insight into his mind. "You know," you slurred, your words carrying a mix of amusement and curiosity, "sometimes I wonder if I'm the mad one in this friendship. But then again, maybe it's you. After all, you befriended someone like me."

Al Haitham's expression remained composed, but a glimmer of amusement danced in his eyes. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. "The Eremites once claimed that I was a lunatic," he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of dry humor. "Perhaps a little madness is essential for success in research.” He paused for a brief moment; his gaze fixed upon you. The silence hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken thoughts. And when he finally spoke, his words held a weight that resonated deep within your being.

"(Y/n)," he began, his voice laced with a mix of admiration and sincerity, "I find your mind beautiful. Your ideas, however whimsical or unorthodox, breathe life into our discussions. I can never tire of exploring the realms of knowledge with you."

You listened to his words, both surprised and touched by the depth of his perception. Despite his aloof demeanor, Al Haitham's intellect shone through, his wisdom interlaced with a touch of enigmatic charm. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or his complement but you felt the temperature on your face rise. “It is settled then, amongst the two of us it is you who are the mad one.” You conclude as he dragged you to your residence.

After that memorable night at the tavern, something had shifted between you and Al Haitham. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a deeper connection that transcended mere friendship. Every time you entered the bustling halls of the Akademiya, your heart would skip a beat, hoping to catch sight of the mop of ashy hair that belonged to the Grand Scribe. Your attention span waned, distracted by thoughts of him and the anticipation of your next encounter. In Al Haitham's presence, you found yourself more self-aware, a sense of consciousness settling over you like a gentle mist. Your usually scattered thoughts seemed to align, if only momentarily, as you strived to capture his attention with your ideas and insights.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Al Haitham was equally affected by your presence. He made it a point to seek out papers and books that he knew would pique your interest, eager to engage you in conversations that delved into uncharted territories of knowledge. His moments of aloofness seemed to soften, replaced by a genuine desire to connect with you on an intellectual and emotional level. During lunchtime, when distractions threatened to overwhelm you, Al Haitham would appear at your office door, holding two delicious shawarma wraps in his hands, along with a carefully chosen book. As you devoured your meal, he would silently read, occasionally pausing to listen to your animated explanations of your daily findings. His presence provided a comforting anchor, grounding you in the midst of your scattered thoughts.

Your office, true to your nature, resembled a creative chaos. Half-written papers were scattered haphazardly across the desk, intermingled with books, sketches, and remnants of experiments. In one such instance, as you reached for something that had fallen to the floor, Al Haitham swiftly covered the corner of the table with his hand, protecting you from yet another potential mishap. In the evenings, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Al Haitham would wait for you outside the Akademiya, two glasses of steaming chai in his hands. The fragrant aroma mingled with the air as you approached him, exchanging smiles that conveyed a silent understanding.

As the evening sun cast its warm glow, you and Al Haitham made your way to Gandharva Ville for the dinner invitation extended by Tighnari. Today, you had taken extra care to dress up, aiming for a more presentable appearance than your usual messy and nonchalant style. The nerves settled within you, knowing that many people would be present at the dinner. You didn't want to embarrass Tighnari or Al Haitham, fearing judgment that might befall them because of your unconventional nature. In an attempt to hide your unease, you began rambling about a new research topic that had captivated your attention. The intricacies of the subject matter escaped most, but you were determined to share your enthusiasm nonetheless.

“Haitham, you won't believe the depth of this research I stumbled upon," you exclaimed, barely pausing for breath. "It delves into the interplay of quantum mechanics and the intricacies of cellular biology, proposing a revolutionary approach to understanding the fundamental processes of life itself."

He gently attempted to interrupt you; his hand poised as if to touch your arm. But you were too immersed in your monologue, too eager to convey your newfound knowledge. Al Haitham, ever observant, noticed your fidgety and anxious state. He attempted to interrupt your stream of words, perhaps sensing the need to calm your racing thoughts. Yet, you continued to babble on, the words tumbling out in a rush.

"Imagine," you continued, your voice quickening, "the implications of quantum entanglement within living organisms, how it might reshape our understanding of consciousness and the interconnectedness of all living beings. It's a fascinating field, Al Haitham, and I can't help but explore its possibilities."

“(Y/n)” He interjected.

But you were too caught up in your own thoughts, too consumed by the fear of not fitting in, that you continued to babble, barely registering his attempts to bring you back to the present moment.

"(Y/n), please, let's take a moment," he interjected, his voice calm yet laced with concern. "You don't need to worry. Just be yourself. You have nothing to prove."

"Did you know, Haitham," you said, barely pausing for a breath, "that the intertwining nature of quantum entanglement, when applied to the principles of neurobiology, suggests a potential correlation between consciousness and the fabric of spacetime?"

Al Haitham’s expression shifted from concern to determination, and without warning, he reached out and firmly grabbed you by the waist, halting your restless steps. Startled, you looked up at him, your eyes wide with confusion. And then, with a tenderness that belied his usual aloofness, he leaned in and his lips brushed against yours, sealing your words within them. In that moment, everything else faded into insignificance. The world around you melted away, leaving only the sensation of his lips against yours, the gentle pressure and the subtle taste of warmth. Your mind became hazy, and you melted into the embrace, surrendering to the flood of emotions that washed over you. His hands cradled your waist, his touch both comforting and grounding. Your mind quieted, the jumbled thoughts dissipating, replaced by the sensations of his lips moving in perfect harmony with yours.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, you looked into his eyes, searching for answers. His usually guarded expression had softened, his gaze filled with a mixture of affection and longing.

"(Y/n)," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity, "you have no reason to be nervous. I've always admired your brilliance, your uniqueness and have found calm in your chaos. Your presence alone is enough. Please, just be yourself."

The words hung in the air, laden with unspoken emotions. In that moment, you understood that your friendship had transformed into something deeper and more profound. It was a connection forged through shared intellect, mutual admiration, and a willingness to embrace the madness within the two of you.

“I should have started doing this long ago if I knew this was how I could get you to be quiet.” Al Haitham mused as you silently stood in front of him comprehending his actions and words. "I've wanted to do that for a while," Al Haitham confessed, his voice a whisper against your ear as he leaned in. "You drive me mad with your brilliance and passion, and yet, I find solace in your presence."

As you stood there, still catching your breath from the intensity of the kiss, a mischievous spark flickered within you. You playfully balled up your fist and aimed a light punch at Al Haitham's stomach, hoping to elicit a reaction from him. But to your surprise, he remained stoic, barely flinching as your hand connected with his solid abdomen. A chuckle escaped his lips as he took hold of the hand that had just landed the playful blow. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he held your hand firmly, a silent gesture of solidarity and connection. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a surge of warmth coursing through your veins.

"Well, it seems my stomach is as impenetrable as the mysteries of the cosmos," Al Haitham remarked, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "But your attempt was valiant, nonetheless."

You laughed, feeling the tension melt away as you continued your walk hand in hand. The air around you seemed to carry a renewed sense of comfort and ease. The weight of your nervousness had lifted, replaced by a growing attraction and appreciation for the scholar walking with you. Together, you and Al Haitham made your way to Gandharva Ville, the anticipation of the evening's gathering now tinged with a shared understanding and a deeper connection. The world around you seemed to blur as your attention became fixed on the man beside you, his enigmatic charm and intellectual brilliance radiating like a beacon in the night.

 In the midst of academic pursuits and intellectual exploration, love had quietly tiptoed into your lives, intertwining with the bonds of friendship and camaraderie. Late-night discussions turned into moments of shared vulnerability and laughter. The chaotic nature of your office gradually transformed into a creative sanctuary where ideas flourished and where you and Al Haitham found solace in each other's company. You celebrated each other's achievements, sharing moments of joy and basking in the glow of mutual success. And in times of doubt or uncertainty, you found solace in each other's presence, knowing that you were not alone in your journey. Hand in hand, you walked through the corridors of the Akademiya, your footsteps in sync. The world may have seen you as an odd pair, a reflection of chaos and order intertwining, but in each other, you found balance and harmony.

Al Haitham, true to his nature, interlaced his words with profound wisdom and sharp wit, his thoughts weaving intricate tapestries of knowledge and ideas. Yet, beneath his aloof facade, you detected a hint of vulnerability, a softness that was reserved for your company alone. You couldn't help but feel a sense of privilege, knowing that you held a special place in his otherwise guarded heart.

#awnser #teapartyspilled #thank you #al haitam x reader #genshin impact #follow this amazing writer!

[totromanticfool]

Truth time.

I have been a passive user for quite some time now, after only publishing a few works. I want to get back to being an active member, but it will take some time, a lot of inspiration and a bunch of energy (which I lack lately) I want to start writing for genshin too, but will take things in baby steps.

For the anon that send me the request ages ago: I am really sorry I didn't awnser, I wanted to, and I might in the future, but I'm just dipping my toes back in the writing water for now.

Lovely readers, you will see some short drabbles from me every now and then, my asks is always open, but I will be bluntly honest if I cant/don't want to write. But chatting is always nice!

For now, have a great day, and I hope you all will like my new works!

Love, Hann ❤️

#tears of themis #tot artem #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen #luke pearce #truth time #ive been thinking about this a lot #genshin impact #getting back into the swing of things #just hann talking

[totromanticfool]

AL HAITHAM?!?!?!?!?!

I AM HYPERVENTILATING

Oh my god

Holy shit

#RIGHT! #Hoyoverse are you TRYING to kill us?! #Al haitham fanclub #our time to SHINE #HIS time to shine ofcourse

[totromanticfool]

Hey, hello & hi! I'm back to make hc request again haha. How do u think would Artem, Vyn and Marius(or just vyn and Artem, doesnt matter) react if their s/o who loves to Draw drew them? Have a good day and thank you!

Thank you for another fun request, JuJu! I am really sorry it took me this long to fullfill it, but I hope you like it nontheless!

This piece had been sitting in my computer half complete for much longer than I would have liked, but it is finally finished! Thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs on my previous works.

Being your muse In these little ficlets, the ToT boys mentioned and you, the reader, are already dating. Enjoy the fluff! Order: Marius – Artem - Vyn 

Marius: When the artist became the muse.  

You met at an art exhibit, so Marius knew you were some kind of artist, like him. 

You put ''art time'' in your routine every so often, just to satisfy those creative urges. 

Marius was the painter and you were the drawer. It made a perfect combo, where Marius created the most stunning paintings from your excellent sketches.  

Both your houses hung full of those paintings. 

There was one thing you wanted to draw more than anything; him. But as an artist himself, you were afraid your sketch would never do him justice, until now. 

You were both in his office, him going over some paperwork and you lazily scrolling on your phone, waiting for him to finish work so you could go to dinner. When you glanced at him, the late afternoon sun glowed around him, softening his features. The artist in you almost jumped out of your chest, a picture perfect.  

Today was as good a day as ever to reveal your need to draw him. You knew Marius kept supplies in his office for the both of you, making art as a calming past time between you. 

Not wanting to disturb him, you tiptoed to the cabinet, carefully opening it. But as perceptive as always, Marius noticed you eyeing the supplies instantly. ''What are you doing, Miss?'' 

His question didn’t stop you from grabbing some lightweight paper and pencils, reclaiming your place at the table before answering. ''Starting my art time.'' You smiled, and you could see his face falter. ''Ah miss, why don't you wait for me to finish this? '' A pout formed on his beautiful face.  

''I don't want to wait. Just continue your work, you will see mine later.'' You showed a mischievous smile. He could only mumble a not fair, before his phone rang, beckoning him back to work. 

After a long silence, both of you focused on your own work, Marius noticed your gaze flickering back and forth between him and your paper. When he was done signing some documents, he patted over to you slowly, not wanting to disturb you. ''Babe, can I see?'' His curiosity made him giddy, almost jumping in his step. 

''Almost.'' You finished a line and looked at your work, judging if it was good enough to show. Before you could decide, Marius was already standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. When you heard a gasp escape his lips, you froze. You were afraid of this; that he wouldn't like it. But you turned around anyway, ready to explain your thoughts.  

Marius looked at you with an unfamiliar spark in his eyes, a big smile adorning his lips. A second of silence later, Marius dared to speak. ''You... you drew... me?'' He stumbled over his words, but admiration flowed from them. Your own smile grew bigger, realising he actually liked the drawing. You held up your sketchbook for him to see what you drew clearly. 

''Yes. You, being at work with that afternoon sun behind you, it was so pretty.'' You explained. Before you could say anything else, Marius wrapped his arms around you for a tight hug. It might have been because he did not want to show his real emotions, but you didn’t mind; it was confirmation enough for you that he loved it. 

~

Artem: A priceless piece of art made his house feel like home. 

Artem never understood art, or the world around it.  

He tried to do his research, like always, but not having the feeling for it made it that much more difficult. 

He learned a lot from you, and he was glad he could understand your thrills and creative moments. 

In time, he started to notice at which moments you were feeling more artsy than others, and he would encourage you to take time to explore those moments. 

The first few times you were at Artem's place for dinner, you would scroll on your phone, sitting at the kitchen table while he cooked the most amazing meals. When you two started getting closer, he noticed your drawing talents, finding books full of sketches around your house. From that moment on you felt comfortable enough to put time in your talent while he used his in the kitchen. 

This evening was no different. The sketchpad Artem bought you last week was laying in front of you, the page blank; there was no inspiration at the moment. When your boyfriend retreated from his home office to start meal preparations, wrapping the adorable apron around his torso, a flash of creativity coursed through you. 

Every so often Artem would look at you over his shoulder, a smile adorning his lips seeing you focused on your art. The whole scene you were in felt very homey, making him blush.  

The colour on his cheeks made your drawing even better; capturing him in his element with crimson adorning his face was wat you were going for. When you added the blush to your sketch, you felt it was done, looking at your model a few times to make sure. 

Artem finished making dinner, turning around from the stove with a pan, ready to put it on the kitchen table. The moment he turned around; he saw a content smile on your face. He put the pan down quickly, and aimed his eyes on you with curiosity. ''I can see you made something you are proud of. Can I look?'' 

Even though you were nervous you might have to show him at first, his gentle voice made it easier. He was genuinely curious, which made your heart jump a bit. You regained yourself and smelled the aromas of his food preparations. ''After your amazing dinner, deal?'' You smiled at him while closing the pad. He nodded. ''Deal.'' 

Once dinner was finished you started to get nervous again. You knew Artem would never judge you on your art, but him being the object of your latest work, you didn't know what that would do to him; he never liked being in the spotlight. To stall your moment of reveal, you started cleaning the table and filling the dishwasher. 

Fortunately for you, your boyfriend knew better than to push you in showing your work, but he needed to let you know it was okay. ''You don't have to show it, you know. I am just glad you found your vibe again.'' He smiled at you.  

He guided you to the couch, gently cradling you in his arms. He turned on the tv and you were both ready to watch some unknown movie while enjoying each other's close company. Half way through the movie not only your nerves but your curiosity spiked; you actually wanted to know what Artem thought of your drawing.  

Not wasting any time, you jumped off the couch and grabbed your pad. When Artem saw what you were going for, he paused the movie; a smile splayed on his lips.  

You returned at his side rather quickly. ''I hope you like it.'' You opened the pad to the correct page and gave it to him. The moment Artem's eyes focused on the paper, his heart grew. It was him in that silly apron, standing by the stove while looking over his shoulder at you. The blush adorning his cheeks made the sketch even more realistic and beautiful.  

The fact you drew him with such care and detail, made him fall for you even more. He put the pad on the coffee table, words lost on him. After a few seconds of silence, in which you started chewing your bottom lip in anxiety, Artem turned to you.  You had no time to react, for he pulled you in his arms tightly.  

''Thank you, I love it.'' He whispered. You found yourself melting in to his embrace, your nerves all but forgotten.  

~

Vyn: His beauty mark never looked so natural. 

Vyn admired certain types of art, especially sculptures.  

He didn't dedicate much time to visit exhibits, but when you came around, he was more than happy to accompany you. 

Whenever Vyn noticed you were in an artsy mood, he would put on classical music.  

He realised very early on in your relationship that the music made you relax, while putting your time and effort in your artwork.  

Sunday afternoons were reserved for leisure. Sitting in the garden sipping tea, or lounging in the living room with a book. It was time for both of you to destress, enjoy time together and energize for the coming week. 

This Sunday Vyn invited you into the garden, a floral tea set ready next to his garden materials. Vyn felt you were in your art mood again, so he made preparations for you to occupy the lounge set while he gave some much needed attention to his flowers.  

 ''My love, I apologise, it seems my flowers need urgent tending. Please forgive me.'' He lowered his head when both of you entered his garden. 

''Don't worry Vyn, I like spending time together, even if it's doing different things.'' Your warm smile made his heart skip a beat. Your ability to see the beauty in his missteps made him let go of his worries once again.  

''Thank you, love. Then please indulge me.'' He motioned to the new sketchbook and pencils, placed neatly on the table. Surprise written on your face, you let out a small gasp. Before you could mutter random words, Vyn speaks. ''I noticed you ran out of paper yesterday, while you were in your art vibe, as you like to call it.'' He took a deep breath before continuing. ''It pained me to see you weren't able to continue, and thus I made it my mission to give you more art time, with the proper tools. ''  

Your voice was barely a whisper, your heart tugged at the utter sweet gesture. ''Thank you, Vyn.'' The only thing you could think of was getting a closer look at your new supplies. After giving Vyn a chaste kiss on his cheek, you bounced up to the table and took a seat behind it. Your eyes were gleaming the moment you ran your fingertips over the book's cover. 

Recovering from your burst of intimacy, Vyn approached you. ''This must mean you like it?'' He asked. Vyn knew you did, but he was always hesitant when it came to your art and your dedication to it. He never wanted to push you, or buy the wrong supplies, you were more than sufficient in that yourself. ''I love it.'' You reply.  

''Then let me leave you to it. '' He smiled, his golden eyes smouldering in the afternoon sun. He returned your kiss with one of his own on your forehead and turned on the remote music box. Notes of Beethoven filled the garden, cascading both of you in the relaxed atmosphere you always find yourself in with this kind of music. 

While Vyn prepared himself with his gloves and other materials, you cautiously opened the sketchbook, deciding on which pencil to use. The truth was, your ‘artsy vibe’ was long gone after last night's running out of paper. You didn't have the heart to tell Vyn, even though you had a feeling he knew already. That man could see right through you, and you expected nothing less from the greatest psychiatrist of Stellis. 

Looking at your boyfriend on his knees next to the blooming rosebushes, your vibe started to return to you. Before this day you never wanted to draw him, your sketch wouldn't be as beautiful as the man himself. But seeing him humbly tending to his precious flowers, your pencil holding hand started gliding over the paper without a second thought. 

The afternoon went by quietly, until the last rays of the sun dimmed and the only light came from the moon. A cold breeze shook you out of your trance, and you decided it was time to go inside and prepare dinner. You notified Vyn, and he agreed.  

''May I see it now?'' Curiosity got the best of him. ''After you wash up.'' you scolded him, and gently pushed him towards the kitchen sink. By the time he cleaned his hands and arms, you placed the book on the table, ready for him to see. When he turned around and gazed at the paper, a version of himself greeted him warmly. 

''It's...'' Vyn rarely found himself lost for words, but the sketch was beyond beautiful. He noted the beauty mark on his collar did not get lost in your observation. The way you portrayed him felt pure and natural; it made him smile tenderly. 

Regaining his composure, he walked over to your side of the table. His arms wrapped around your waist for a tight embrace. ''It is very beautiful. Thank you, my love.''  

I hope you all like it! on to the next ask.

See you in the next drabble!

Love, Hann ❤

#tears of themis #tears of themis fluff #artem wing #vyn richter #marius von hagen #tot artem #tot vyn #tot marius #ask #answered #vyn richter x reader #artem wing x reader #marius von hagen x reader #mo yi #zuo ran #lu jinghe

[totromanticfool]

I had to wait almost a year, but it was certainly worth it! The boys wishing me a happy birthday is an amazing start of the day (well, I forgive them for being half a day early lol)

And I am sorry for being absent for so long! Had a tough couple of months, but will be on holiday the next month so time for some writing. See you soon! ♡

#tears of themis #tot artem #tot vyn #tot luke #tot marius #hoyoverse #tot birthday wishes #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen #luke pearce

[totromanticfool]

''How did you two meet?''

The question every new couple gets, and it got me started! I have been working on this piece for the last few weeks, and it progressed really slowly because of my work and my habit to sleep, a lot. This piece is really not perfect (excuse any errors) but I had to put it public today!  No angst, just pure fluff. Enjoy!

Pairings: tot boys x reader. Order: Artem, Vyn, Marius, Luke.

Artem Wing – Coffeeshop across Themis 

Running late, you needed your coffee, but didn't have time. It was noon, and your shift started at 12.30. Your work was at the other side of the Central Business District, but your favourite place was the other way from your house. You decided to get a coffee from the shop that didn't look as crowded as your normal spot. It will have to do. Next time, do not let your mother call you before work.  

Hoping you could get your caffeine quickly; you entered the shop. Only then did you notice the long line at the register, feeling your hope fly way. You grunted audibly, muttering a sarcastic ''great.'' under your breath.  

Trying to enjoy your time waiting with watching the people around you, your eyes land on the man in front of you. His hair neatly in place by gel, the dark brown colour shining. His dark grey suit spotless, and brown dress shoes thoroughly polished, making them shine like his hair. You could tell he worked in one of the offices across the street, you saw these kinds of men every day in this district. But weirdly, he didn't look familiar, even though he would stand out to you. 

Apparently, he heard your displeased murmur. He turned his head and glanced at you with piercing blue eyes, which made your heart skip a beat.  

~ 

Artem knew he drank too much coffee, but it kept him focused on his job, including all the late nights. When his lunch break came, he stalked out of his stuffy office. His own machine made a perfectly good cup, but he needed the fresh air and change of scenery. He stepped into the shop across from Themis Law Firm, joining the rather long queue. 

The second you set foot in the shop; he felt your presence. Artem was never good in social engagements, but he recognized the pull he felt towards you, when you stood behind him in the line. The displeased murmur made him turn his head, wanting to know what got you so upset. 

The first thing he noticed was your pout. Even though you were probably mad about the long queue, it looked cute. You looked like you had a desk job like him; clad in a pencil skirt and a light blue blouse. The sun that that fell through the windows made your light brown hair shine, adding to your beauty. Artem took his time observing you, silently pleading for your attention. 

~ 

When your eyes met, sparks were flying. Time seemed to stop, leaving both of you frozen in place. The barista's voice shook you awake, asking for the next customer. Artem stepped aside, letting you go first. ''Ladies first, it sounded like you need it faster than I do.'' He said, adorning a small but warm smile. You could only nod your head slightly, still in trance from his deep blue eyes. When you found your voice, you placed your order at the register.  

While waiting, you turned around to the friendly man, noticing he was watching your every move with great interest. ''Thank you, sir. '' When you placed a smile on your face for him, his cheeks started to turn crimson, even reaching his ears. Cute.  

He extended his hand. ''Artem Wing.'' you grabbed it without a second thought, and you felt all the sparks that were flying earlier, coursing through your body. Telling him it was nice to meet him, you introduced yourself. You bowed your head slightly, but never broke eye or hand contact.  

Your order was ready, it was time to leave this beautiful and kind man. Releasing his hand, your body screamed from the loss of contact. You were already looking forward to your next encounter, you just found your new favourite coffee shop. 

Artem chose the shop over his coffee machine more often from that day on, the daily run becoming a highlight of his days. 

~ 

Vyn Richter – Campus grounds 

It was late afternoon, and you seated yourself on one of the benches, letting the setting sun warm your face. You waited for your friend to finish her class, not minding to be on campus grounds even if you were not a student yourself.  

You always enjoyed taking in your surroundings. Watching students go back and forth, running to their next class or happily chatting about plans for the weekend. Feeling the calm that washed over you, you glanced around lazily. Your eyes landed on a man with silver hair and golden orbs, radiating from the sun. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you couldn't stop watching. 

He stood out from the crowd, wearing pristine but vintage clothing under a white coat. A few students greeted him as he walked straight towards the parking lot, giving them a gentle smile back. As if he felt your eyes on him, his head turned to look back at you, that beautiful smile on his lips again.  

~ 

Doctor Richter never bothered engaging himself in small talk when it wasn't necessary. He worked at his research centre, taught his classes and drove himself home to enjoy his evenings. It felt like every other day, until he arrived at his car, and Vyn realised he forgot his keys and phone. They were both still in his office, which made him take the same route he walked merely seconds ago, speeding his steps.  

After retrieving said items, he stepped out into the low sun again. Instantly, he felt the scenery differ from seconds earlier. Curious, he looked around a bit, letting his legs take him back to his car. Halfway on his path he felt eyes glancing at him, the source of his curiosity found. 

~ 

The last thing you excepted was him changing his route, stepping closer to the bench you were sitting on. Shocked by his graceful movements, you dropped your phone, falling on the grass with a small thud. Before you could direct your body to pick it up, it was presented to you by his slender hand, paling against your bright phone cover. 

''Thank you.'' You quickly grab your device, a shock going through you when your hands touch. Glancing up, you can see he felt it as well, the smile adorning his face again. ''No trouble. Are you new? I would surely remember if you were a student here. '' Vyn didn't do small talk, but here he was, fuelling his curiosity while silently admiring your beauty in the sunset. His voice was low and rich, sending vibrations through your body. 

A smooth talker, a psychologies teacher perhaps? That would explain the white coat... Before you could finish your musings and answer his simple question, your friend appeared next to the doctor. ''Doctor Richter, I see you met my friend already!'' Breaking the eye contact, Doctor Richter turned his face to see one of his students smile at him. Coughing lightly, he turned back to you, extending his hand again. ''My apologies, where were my manners. Doctor Vyn Richter. It is a pleasure to meet you.'' Grabbing his hand, you felt the now familiar shock again. You nodded and introduced yourself with as much grace as you could manage.  

''Thank you for keeping her company, doctor, while I was running late.'' Your friend started chuckling. ''No problem. Have a good day, ladies'' His hand let go of yours, placing it on his chest and bowing slightly. Your friend grabbed your hand and tugged you towards the parking lot. You could only look over your shoulder once, seeing his eyes smoulder.  

The bench you sat on that day would be a new favourite spot of yours. 

That day, Vyn didn't regret forgetting his phone and keys.  

~ 

Marius von Hagen – Art exhibit 

Being surrounded by all the beautiful paintings made you feel lost. Art was not your forte, marking everything stunning wasn't how it worked apparently. The only reason you were at this art display was to support your friend, one of her works a part of the exhibit. The people that surrounded you were not the kind you usually associated with, not knowing how to talk paintings or any form of art.  

There was a young man that caught your eye when you stepped into the room, but you promised yourself you wouldn't linger. You would wait for your friend to appear, congratulate her and leave quietly, back to work. Walking around awkwardly, you stopped in front of a large painting, reading the tag that noted a ''Z'' was the artist.  

~ 

Marius firmly believed in the current exhibit. Only one famous work was displayed, everything else was from upcoming artists. He personally picked all the pieces, together with the artists he believed had a good chance to make it in the world. He himself knew the feeling of a starving starting artist. Aside from the starving, he was a von Hagen, after all.  

When he spotted you, he was done with his duty of checking if all the pieces were in place. He let his eyes graze over you. He sensed you were a bit out of place, not really belonging in the art world, but looking like a beautiful piece non the less. He curiously watched you pat around slightly awkward; your eyes wandering over the pieces without much interest.  

~ 

''It looks like you need an expert view, if I may say so boldly.'' the playful chuckle made you turn your head. You did not expect to see a pair of striking purple eyes, framed in a youthful face with blueish grey hair. It didn't fit the low soft voice you heard. It was the young man that caught your eye earlier. He looked familiar, but you weren't the social media – or any media – kind of type. 

Those eyes that drew him in, your eyes, red embarrassment all over. A sigh escaped your lips. ''It's that obvious, huh?'' You heard him chuckle again, eyes filled with a sparkle. He extended his hand, wanting to introduce himself. When you heard he called himself Marius von Hagen, something clicked in your head. Heir to Pax, a great artist himself. That's why he looked familiar. Naturally I would bump into him in a place like this. 

You stopped your thoughts from overtaking you, and your eyes made contact with those stunningly purples again. You explained why you were here, all the while holding his hand. You ended your ramble with your name, which he spoke again, a grin on his lips. You could only nod, entranced in the way his hand started a fire on your skin, flames engulfing you. 

The intimate moment was soon interrupted by your friend, calling your name from a few feet away. You quickly let go of Marius’ hand, a blush creeping on your face. When she placed herself next to you, she bowed to Marius. ''Thank you again for this opportunity, Mister Von Hagen, it is an honour to be recognized by you.'' He showed a gentle smile, but never breaking his eye contact with you. 

''I have to take my leave, but it was very nice to meet you.'' He winked, your heart jumping in your chest from the playful notion. His exit as swiftly as his entrance, you felt the loss of his presence only seconds later. One thing was certain, you found yourself a new hobby. 

And as Marius thought about all the beautiful pieces he saw that day, they paled in comparison to you. 

~ 

Luke Pearce – the supermarket. 

You made your way through the supermarket swiftly, there was only one thing you needed. Being the last day of the month; your pay check came in the next day. That meant you had to be creative with your dinner tonight, having just enough money to afford the cheapest meal on the world: ramen. Unfortunately, they didn't sell your favourite at the store closest to you, so you had to travel to a bigger one further away from your home. 

When you entered the correct aisle, you saw a young man with honey coloured hair crouch down in front of the various packets of noodles. Even from the other end of the path, you could see his ruby coloured eyes gazing intensely, while grabbing a suspicious large number of packets. 

Stepping closer, you could see his basket filled to the rim with ramen, having emptied almost the entire bottom shelf (the cheapest kind there is.) Announcing your presence, you coughed lightly, followed by a soft ''Excuse me.''  

~ 

Running out of time, Luke hastily barged in to the supermarket, heading straight for the easy food aisle. His task was easy this time, grabbing as many noodle packs as possible. He needed to refill his cabinets for the busy days ahead. When he heard a cough and an apology, you came into his view bringing him out of his concentration.  

He saw your eyes go to the vegetable flavour, the one he filled his basket with first.  

~ 

The guy jumped up within a second to give you some room. When he moved away from the shelf, your fear became reality; your favourite noodle flavour was out of stock. ''Damn it.'' You hissed, feeling defeat. What now? This was my last option... 

He heard your cursing, and saw your shoulders slump. Instantly feeling guilty, he decided to give you as many as you wanted, he wasn't picky on flavours anyway. When you turned around and were about to walk away, he grabbed your wrist, strong enough to stop you but loose enough not to arouse any suspicion.  

Feeling a pull on your wrist, you turned around angrily. Seeing the ruby coloured eyes with an apologetic gleam in them, your face softened. His free hand carried two of your ramen kind, offering it to you silently. How did he...? ''I saw you eyeing these. I would only feel guilty for taking all of them.'' His song-like voice ringed in your ears before you realised what he was doing.  

He ushered you to accept them, which you did, carefully. ''Thank you, mister...?'' Feeling bold, you wanted to know who this kind stranger was. Maybe I should send him a box of noodles to thank him properly? ''Luke, and you are?'' His hand, now free of the packets, was still lingering in the air. You grabbed it, giving him your name as well. 

A childish smile adorned his lips, showing a slightly larger k-nine tooth. Interesting. ''It is nice to meet you, Luke. Thank you for these.'' You held up your basket, now filled with two of your favourite cheap meals. You smiled warmly at him, which made his cheeks burn a little.  

With a faint ''See you,'' he beelined out of the store. You made a mental note to look him up later, deciding you should visit this supermarket more often. 

As for Luke, he would gladly give you one of his meals again, just to see that smile. 

~

See you at the next drabble!

Love, Hann ❤

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[totromanticfool]

Losing, breaking, stealing & forgetting

I promised myself I would post this once one of my other works would reach 50 likes/reblogs. Welp, it did! Thank you so much for all the love and support! With this piece, I couldn’t help myself! After my first request, this little drabble stayed in my head. Rent free of course! So, I had to play with it a little, and this funny HC came to life. Still, these are my interpretations of the boys, please do not take offense, but enjoy! It will be the boys, separately, with you, the dear reader. Pretend they are already in a relationship of some sort? (I know we all do anyway!) Enjoy!

It was not just his head Artem lost this time.

Artem Wing was very professional when it came to work.

But at home, he lost his head many, many times. Mainly because you occupied his mind, there was only room for you now.

His carefully constructed schedule left no room for errors, so he thought.

He knew it was his flaw, and that was why he always planned everything, so he wouldn't lose any documents, keys, his phone or any other things he might need throughout the day.

He didn’t mind that it happened to him, but having you on the receiving end, he could just feel himself dying.

Your apartment keys were in his slacks pocket. He promised to pick up the case files that he left at your place, thinking he didn’t need them at first.

When he reached for his phone, his pinkie finger got stuck in one of the keychain rings.

He pulled out his phone, and before he could react, your keys fell through the cracks of the sewer lid. This kind of losing was purely accidental of course, but still...

He could only stare at the sewer lid in terror for at least a minute, He had one job! Artem.exe stopped working. (I love saying that. Who came up with that, kudos!)

When his mind started forming coherent sentences again, there were swear words coming out of his mouth that I dare not repeat. Wash his mouth with soap! Filthy swear words.

He called in a favour to Captain Morgan. ''Attorney Wing, you know as well as I do, that I can't fix that.'' ''I know! But I have to try something, what else am I supposed to do?'' panic mode was set in.

Then he called Luke, hoping he could (and wanted to) break into your apartment, secretly, of course. Artem had no problem murdering Luke if this ever came out. He was the law, after all.

After retrieving the files, Artem made Luke swear to never talk about this incident, ever.

But the minute he saw you at the end of the chaotic day, he blurted it out like a waterfall. He should have known he could never keep anything from you.

Artem pampered you for at least a month. Fancy dinners, movies, the best home cooking you ever tasted, and unlimited cuddles. The man has never felt more guilty, and he would do anything in his power to make it up to you. -----

A clumsy 6-foot boy named Marius

Marius von Hagen is as clumsy as it gets. (You can fight me on this one)

He would often bump against his easel or his table, sending paint onto the floor, or you, if you're with him.

Paperwork was always scattered everywhere because of him dropping it way too many times. Thus, he hired a special paperwork assistant (oh the boy has way too much money)

Whenever Marius would visit your place, you had to know in advance.

You would have to hide all the valuable/irreplaceable stuff.

Whenever he would visit unannounced, you would grit your teeth so hard they could fall out. Anxiety level 1000, with every step he would take.

One day, you came home frow work and you saw Marius bouncing around in your living room.

The vase you got from the office the other week was standing dangerously close behind him on the coffee table.

When Marius heard you enter, he got beyond excited, and forgot about his surroundings.

At first you heard Marius call you, then, the ear deafening sound of the vase crashing on the floor, shattering in a thousand pieces.

He didn’t know how fast he could grab you in his arms, chanting ''I'm so sorry miss'' over, and over again.

Luckily, he would always clean up his mess, (all the while apologizing) and replace anything replaceable.

The beautiful vase however, was not that easy to replace. He had to beg Celestine and Kiki to make it again. In exchange for a very expensive dinner, and gifts. (Good thing the boy has a lot of money)

Marius took you away for the weekend as his sincerest apology. While the vase was being made again. ----- Finders keepers is a thing, when it comes to Vyn.

Vyn Richter, the mysterious and very private psychiatrist, had many secrets. Dirty secrets as well. And this was one of them.

On your days off, you often found yourself in the most comfortable clothing, underwear not an exception.

''Where are they? I was sure I put them in here after laundry!'' face red, going crazy. How can a pair of panties just disappear? Didn’t that just happen with socks in a dryer? And I don’t even own a dryer...

You called out to your boyfriend Vyn, asking if he misplaced the clean laundry.

You didn’t get an answer. Figuring he was in his study; you went to see him.

A sexy, teasing smile was written all over his face when you entered.

Not only did he get away with his mischief for more than a week, he was surprisingly calm when you walked in on him looking at your underwear with great interest.

Let me repeat that. He stole what? Yes, a pair of your panties! And not the sexy kind, but the ''I should throw these out because they are way to girly for a woman like me, but I didn’t because they fit so nicely.'' kind. This one? Pink with polka dots, and a small ribbon on the front.

''Vyn, why... uh...?'' There were no other words. You tried to choose between getting angry, or laughing at the sight. Your face said it all, and of course Vyn noticed.

''Dear, you know I would never steal; I was just... admiring them for a while.''

Shaking your head, you closed the door and left him alone with his weird, but attractive mind. You could always buy a new pair.

And you will be asking him about the scene you witnessed, after your giggling subsided.

And he would have a perfectly logical explanation for the scene. (The art of psychology) -----

Where chaos meets Luke's short-term memory

Even though Luke Pearce was the best detective out there, he was still human. And forgetting something was human after all.

Being a chaotic storm, it was a miracle he rarely forgot his keys. Until now, it happened only once!

But for fear he did, you kept a spare key, and gave a copy to Rosa the other NXX boys. On the off chance it would happen, at 5 in the morning. You would not handle that.

Luckily for Marius (let's be honest, he will be the only one awake to help), that was not what he forgot.

But unlucky for you, you were on the receiving end of a major chaos storm meets memory.

Luke actually forgot to turn off the heat, in your apartment. Why would he even turn it on? We will never know. It was early spring, a sunny 16 *C (61 *F) outside.

But when you got home, after a day of running around in the city, leaving you warm and sweaty, the warmth at your place flew at you like a heatwave.

Seeing it was now a high 20 *C (69*F, stop laughing Marius) You could only sprint to all the doors and windows, opening them up all the way in rapid speed.

Even though it was still early spring, you sat in your living room wearing the thinnest summer dress you could find.

Once you confronted Luke, he showed up at your door within an hour, carrying the latest air-conditioning equipment. Along with your favourite snacks, a bouquet of flowers and a whole lot of hugs, kisses and apologies.

You forgave him, on the condition he would never touch your thermostat ever again. -----

I know, these hc’s were slightly (if not very) OOC, Artem would never lose anything. But, I had too much fun with it. And be honest, Vyn would definitely do that. A dirty mind is a joy forever, right?

See you at the next drabble!

Love, Hann ❤

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[totromanticfool]

Because I am a firm believer in the international day of sleep. Enjoy the cuteness 😍

#tears of themis #tot vyn #tot artem #tot luke #tot marius #international day of sleep #look how cute

[totromanticfool]

Hi all my beautiful tot readers!

Welcome to the homepage of my works!

This message is also just a reminder, that what you read, is written by none other than me. Copying or plagiarism is not allowed, and I will find you if you do!

my masterlist wil come soon! (once I figure out how to do all the links and stuff, and i have more than 4 works lol) and i will make changes to excisting works sometimes, mainly lay out stuff.

If you see anything that is resembling your own work(or someone else's), i apologize in advance. i do not mean to copy anything, some HC's are just too good not to write! if the work is too much the same, let me know, I will change it of course!

Please, enjoy my works, a like or reblog will be greatly appreciated!

Love, Hann❤

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[totromanticfool]

When he cries and you try to comfort him. Part 2

Back at it again, of course! Second part of the request. Sorry it took longer, and is slighty shorter than I wanted, I had a very hard time writing this, it felt very out of character. I instantly thought about his ''False tears'' SR card, but I will try not to copy to much of it. This is for @jujusfandomnotebook Me myself and I are the proof reader as usual, and I am having waaaaaay too much fun with it. Enjoy!

Vyn Richter - Real tears this time

Vyn Richters exterior and psyche were as cool as an air conditioner.

He rarely showed emotions, having it in check at all times.

He had to keep a straight face, especially on his job. He couldn’t let himself get carried away, he needed to show authority and such.

Only you, his beloved, knew the whole facade was to keep him at arm's length of the misery and ugly things in the world.

You knew he had a difficult job at times, dealing with physically and mentally sick people.

And even the amazing Doctor Vyn Richter could not help everyone...

You waited for your boyfriend to come home from work. Vyn started his workhours later, he needed his rest until 9 a.m. Probably the only adult with a healthy sleep schedule around here... And that meant he had to keep working until at least 6 in the evening. You didn’t mind, it gave you the opportunity to start dinner and clean up a bit.

He didn’t make a sound when he entered your apartment. You only realised he got in when you turned around to put the salad on the table. It almost slipped from your grasp when you saw his face, red and slightly swollen. ''Vyn! I didn’t hear you come in.''

There was no response to you calling his name. ''Are you alright?'' Instinctively you stepped closer to him, wanting to hug him. But your voice and steps scared him out of his excessive thinking mode, making him back up. He looked at you with terror in his eyes, not even realising it was just you. It's that bad, huh.

You retreated to the kitchen, letting him familiarize with his surroundings on his own time. ''I made tea. I know it will never be as good as yours, but I have been studying you.'' You were hoping your easy talking would calm him down, and you heard him sigh loudly. He took a place at your kitchen table, trying his best to regain his usual elegant composure, all the while fiddling with the salad utensils.

You knew you should leave Vyn be, give him space, but he looked so... broken. Your instincts screamed for you to embrace him. You turned off the stove, left the food for what it was and stepped closer to him, slowly. Before he even registered you, you had thrown your arms around his neck, pressing yourself as close to him as possible. 

You heard him gasp, but soon felt him return the hug, his hands snaking around your waist. Him sitting, you standing, his head was pressed upon your breasts, you felt a small smile form on his lips against them.

When he dared to look at you, fresh tears fell from his gentle golden eyes. They smouldered under your touch, and you felt his heartbeat slow. ''Just know, I am here if you need me.'' You whispered against his silver locks. He nodded slightly, but stayed silent.

Minutes seemed to pass before his grip loosened, as if he was regaining himself. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek. His first words since he walked in sounded hoarse, small. ''Let us eat, you put in hard work.''

You only nodded, straightened your clothing and started to put the food on the table. There were no words spoken during dinner. Vyn needed this time to calm himself, feeling like the capable man he usually was.

When you settled on the couch with a nice cup of tea, he sighed, like he ended a really scary chapter of a book. ''Sometimes, there are people that need my assistance, but no matter how hard I try to help them, it is but a futile attempt. I can only help those who really want it.'' His words had a heavy meaning, but you didn’t need to ask.

Setting down your teacup, you caressed his face with your hand, urging him to look at you.  ''You are doing the best you can, I am proud of you.'' Your praise of his job and capabilities gave him strength, and the smile on your face made him relax. 

You cuddled in to him, taking his strong heartbeat as a good sign. A small ''Thank you, dearest.'' Was all he could whisper, closing his arms around you. He knew he would be fine, as long as he was with you.

-

See you at the next drabble!

Love, Hann❤

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[totromanticfool]

Hello there! It's me again lol I wanted to ask if I could request hc abt mc/rosa comforting a crying Artem and Vyn if that's ok? (PS: I said it once And I'll say it again, the love confession hcs were amazing^^)

When he cries and you try to comfort him. Part 1

Thank you again for your praise and your second request! You asked for both Artem and Vyn, and i would happily oblige, but i was having some trouble with Vyn's part. this wil come very soon, i promise! (as well as the other confession kind i talked about? yeah, that actually turned into a pretty funny hc)

For these head canons I will partner a boy with you, the reader. (In a relationship, as we all want!) I found it to be easier to write, and much more fun to read! To be honest, it was hard for me to write about Artem or Vyn crying, I cannot imagine that happening. But my writing juice is overflowing, so we will see where it will lead us! Enjoy!

Artem Wing – The 1 %

Artem Wing is known for his stoic stance and professional attitude.

He is usually very calm and collected, his whole life is, basically.

Not emotionless, but just hiding them. It makes his work easier, and harder for his rivals to take him down.

When you two started dating, he slowly showed you a different side.

His smile was like the sun, shining and warm. His laugh was infectious and he was very clingy when you would finally see each other after a long time apart.

No one has ever seen or heard Artem cry, not even Celestine, and that says something.

You were already looking forward to his amazing cooking when you stepped into the lobby of his apartment building. When you greeted the security guard, your phone started buzzing, notifying you of an incoming text. ''I thought I should let you know, Artem is kinda... out of it. Thread lightly. Good luck!'' Celestine's warning tried to prepare you, which was kind, but it definitely did not prepare you for this.

You did not get an answer, nor did the door open when you rang the bell. You decided to use the spare key he gave you, for moments like this. When you walked in to his apartment, no delicious smell of food preparations came to great you. Normally Artem would be in the kitchen preparing dinner. Something's wrong. 

After taking off your shoes and placing them next to his, you carefully stepped further into the house. ''Artem?'' No response. You then saw him sitting on the couch, his broad shoulders hunched over, staring at nothing in particular. When you rounded the couch to stand before him, you saw droplets covering his cheeks and chin, and especially under his eyes.

Is it that warm in here, is he sweating, or actually... crying?  You froze, you have never seen the always composed senior attorney like this. His hands covered his face the second he saw you, afraid what you would think, seeing him like this...

Your head went in to overdrive. What happened? Something at work? Family? How can I comfort him, I really didn’t know this could happen! Before you could say anything, he mumbled softly ''I... lost.'' You gasped. He lost? He lost what, his mother? His car keys? Or was it that particularly difficult case he had been talking and stressing about?

You silenced the voices in your head, slowly sitting beside him on the couch. ''Do you want to tell me what happened, Artem?'' Your voice gentle, wanting to put your hand on his shoulder, but thought against it. He shook his head vigorously.

''Is there anything I can do...?'' you hoped he would give you something, but he shook his head again. He wiped away the fallen tears angrily, putting his hands on his thighs. He still couldn't look at you, as embarrassment reddened his cheeks and ears. ''Artem...'' You whispered, placing your hand on his.

Crack. You could almost see the line form in his carefully constructed mask when your hands touched. Please, let me in. You decided to take another metaphorical step. Taking a tissue from your pocket, you carefully and slowly started wiping the new tears that seemed to fall without end.

Crack. Another line. Minutes of silence followed, and when Artem was finally able to look at you, the tears stopped. He let out a sigh and mouthed a thank you. You could only nod. Feeling he needed a little more time to regain his composure, you stood up, wanting to give him some space. He grabbed your hand before you could step away, and tugged lightly.

''Stay... please.'' his voice was hoarse and small. ''I'm not leaving, I was just going to make dinner.'' You stated, unsure about what else to do. ''No... later.'' you saw the pout on his face, and it reminded you of a child wanting attention. It looked almost cute. You smiled, and seated yourself down on the couch again. Your hand found its way to his face again.

Crack. His mask broke. Vulnerable, he placed his head in your lap, his face in your direction. All you could manage was threading your left hand through his hair, feeling his heartbeat calm against your thigh. ''It's OK, I'm here.'' You whispered to him, followed by sweet nothings.

You gently placed your right hand on his back, rubbing soft circles there; it seemed to calm him down further. His breathing slowed, signalling you that he was about to fall into a slumber. ''Get some rest, I will be here when you wake.'' after he felt your kiss on his temple, he gave in. His troubles forgotten; he was now safe in your arms.

-

I am actually very proud of this piece, I hope you enjoyed it as much as i did writing!

See you at the next drabble!

Love, Hann ❤

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[totromanticfool]

HC – How the guys confess to mc. Part 2 – Vyn Richter

I am back again. The writing and internet gods probably took pity on me, and gave me both the fastest internet on the block, as well as a ton of writing energy. Also, I started experimenting with putting in thoughts, these will be cursive. (oh and, I have no idea when roses bloom, so just pretend they do in the spring, lol) But, without further ado, part 2. Enjoy!

Vyn Richter – Subtle but strong

Vyn Richter was the embodiment of elegance. So, when he decided it was time for him to finally confess his true feelings, it would be elegant.  

Vyn knew Rosa could be a little (my apologies, a lot) dense when it came to any type of romantic gesture or advance, so he had to thread light but strong, making sure there were no misinterpretations.

His little sanctuary, the backyard with the overflowing rose bushes, would seem to be a perfect spot.

Afternoon Jasmin tea with various baked sweets, Vyn made sure she would feel cherished before his words would reach her.

It wasn't long after Vyn started his weekly check up with Rosa, that he invited her over for some well-deserved tea. The moment she walked into his mansion he felt her tense and tired atmosphere. He should have known she worked too much again; she always worked too much.

Without any words he took her hand and led her into his garden, red roses in full bloom. The spring sun hanging low, illuminating the cosy terrace with a golden glow. ''Dr. Richter, I hope I am not troubling you this short notice, I just...'' Rosa stopped mid-sentence, noticing the delicious treats on the table next to Vyn's favourite tea pot.

He seated her on one of the lounge chairs, took the other one himself and smiled gently. ''No need to explain, I am happy you decided to spend your precious time with me, outside your busy work schedule.'' He poured her a cup of tea and presented her a plate filled with macaroons. ''You can always come to me to unwind.'' Rosa only nodded, grabbing a treat hesitantly. Vyn realised he had to make her feel comfortable and free her from her current issues before he could play his cards. 

''Have you been sleeping well, Rosa?'' He looked at her expectantly, knowing the effect his gentle golden eyes had on her. She stumbled over her words, gave up talking quickly after that, and settled on sighing, averting her eyes in the process. Vyn decided he would probe a little more, she was on the edge of blurting out her issues. ''Has Attorney Wing making you work overtime often?'' ''Yes, but...'' Almost there ''Has he been treating you poorly?'' Her eyes darted to his in shock, as if he read her mind. Is he now? He saw the pain in her eyes, and a glistening started to form in them.  

''Dear Rosa, my apologies; I do not mean to pry, but I wish for you to feel good and well rested.'' grabbing a tissue from his pocket, he carefully wrapped his hands around hers, squeezing gently, placing the tissue in hers. The one that makes my Rosa cry, will meet my wrath. He had to remain calm, she would speak of her issues first.

''I just...'' Rosa started in between shaky breaths. She took a big gulp of air. ''We were on a high-profile case, and the client accused us of leaking. Mister Wing knew I worked on cases at home a lot, so he questioned me, quite ruthless. I started second guessing myself and made mistakes because of it.'' her words were spoken at high speed, and only after finishing her explanation, she dared to take another breath. Vyn was getting agitated, hearing about the manner in which the senior attorney treated his junior. I will have Artem climb down from his high horse. He gave Rosa a few minutes to calm down, staying silent while tenderly wiping her tears.  

''I'm sorry Dr. Richter, I didn’t mean to...'' Vyn reached out and placed a finger on her lips. ''Do not apologize, dear Rosa.'' His words were like honey, and she felt like the starving bee, wanting more. He moved in closer. ''As one of your closest friends, I am here to help you lift the heavy burden from your shoulders. '' Her eyes were wide in astonishment, not knowing what to think of his sudden bold touch, but it felt... natural. His finger moved from her lips to her chin, urging her to look in his golden orbs.

''If you let me, that is.'' his voice was now only a whisper, and his smile send a shiver down her spine. She nodded again and took another breath. ''I feel much better already. Thank you, Dr. Richter.'' He smiled still, and kept holding her hand with his left. She started blushing, but didn’t avert her eyes. He knew it was now his turn to show vulnerability, to bare his soul.  

''Will you call me Vyn?'' His first request was simple, but establishing a deeper connection if she would agree. ''Uhm, sure? Vyn.'' Her eyes sparkled. He had to restrain himself from kissing her right then and there, he did not want to frighten her before he even confessed anything. He composed himself, kept his smile gentle.

''My dear Rosa, I do not wish for any misunderstandings between us. Please allow me to clearly state my deepest feelings. '' Before proceeding, he searched her eyes for any distress or discomfort. When he saw none, he continued, slowly. '' I am infatuated with you, my Rosa. Utterly and irrevocably in love. My world regained its colour after meeting you, and I wish for nothing more than to be by your side.'' He had to stop himself from rambling. It was not only out of character, but he needed to make his point, not confuse her.

He dropped his gaze to grab both her hands in his, heat radiating between them. He didn’t expect her to loosen one of hers, but felt it on his cheek seconds later. When he felt confident enough to look up again, he saw those big green emeralds shining back at him. ''Vyn...'' was all she could whisper before locking her lips with his, answering his feelings with her own.

~

 I might need to extinguish this fire! Lol

See you in the next drabble!

Love, Hann ❤

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[totromanticfool]

HC – How the guys confess to mc. (first part, Artem Wing)

About the request: Thank you! You are the first so I will do everything in my power to exceed your expectations! The minute I red your request, my mind went to: what kind of confession? The logical answer is confession of feelings, but the writer in me also wanted to have a little fun, so besides hc's for all the nxx boys confessing their feelings to mc, I will also write a different kind of confession from each of our crushes. (like they did something wrong, or lost something important to mc, you know?)

Because I am a fool sometimes, I can't add your request, but this is for @jujusfandomnotebook if you want to make a request as well, please use the 'ask' feature. And because of a lot of chaos and error, I can only give you the artem part. I promise I will upload Vyn asap!

So please, enjoy!

Artem Wing – The art of preparations

Artem Wing planned every second of every day, so it was only natural that when he finally had the guts to confess his unwavering love to mc, he would schedule every word and every move.

Artem is a man of showing his feelings through gifts and service, so he came up with: A Saturday evening, a 5-course meal with soft lighting and sweet music.

The whole time preparing was spent with coughs and blushing. He made himself a detailed script, told himself he would confess during dessert, giving him time to muster up the courage, and making sure it was the right move.

But Artem didn't realise that planning every second of this important evening would be calling for a disaster. It would not only be him in the scenario but Rosa as well, making frequent errors is his carefully planned script.

A simple, but carefully constructed text message was all it would take for him to start their evening. They would celebrate the success of their last completed case. He didn't have to pick her up, she was in the neighbourhood and he was very busy in the kitchen.

But the moment he let her step into his apartment, he all but forgot what he planned so much, let alone what he was cooking. Her cheeks were glowing from the cold fall wind outside, her hair was slightly messed up but she showed a smile that made him warm and fuzzy inside. He quickly turned himself around, let her sit at the kitchen counter and retook his place in front of the stove.

After easy banter and reliving their successful cooperation within the last cases, they started on their third course. ''Mister Wing, this looks even more delicious than the last two courses, how do you do that!'' She smiled brightly after he placed their plates on the table and seated himself across from her again. He smiled back at her, and his cheeks started to redden at the thought of what he was going to say. But it was now or never, he had to take this first step to make sure she understood what would come next.

''Rosa, please, call me Artem.'' his plea sounded far away, but she heard and started blushing like a fool. ''Uh...I, okay... Artem.'' His first name, stumbling from her lips, was his undoing. He knew his original plan was to confess during dessert, but he couldn't hold in any longer. He waited long enough, he had to let her know.

''Rosa, I... '' He stumbled over his words, took a deep breath and started again. ''Rosa, I invited you over to tell you my true intentions. I want you to call me by my name because I wish for you to be mine; I want to be yours; I wish for us to be more than just work partners. I want us to be life partners. '' The sentence was spoken in rapid speed, he himself wasn't even sure if they made any sense.

He coughed lightly, but kept looking in her eyes. To empower his words, he carefully placed his hand on hers, hoping she would understand what exactly he meant. Before Rosa could twist his words, or their meaning, she saw the spark in his eyes. Deep sea blues, filled with warmth, love and admiration. Lost for words, the only thing she could do was smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, hoping he would take that as a yes.

After staring at each other for a good minute, she regained a sense of gravity, and stood up from her stool. Artem looked surprised, a bit hurt even, but it only lasted a mere second because she stepped closer to him. Rosa knew that Artem's confession was genuine, and she had the urge to take the next step. Being bold, she placed her hands on either side of his face, feeling the heat radiate from his cheeks and ears. ''Rosa...'' Artem started with a whisper. She didn’t let him finish, brushing her lips against his. It was now or never.

Notes: my first hc request write. First of all, I hope you enjoyed this piece! Second, English is not my first language, so please be gentle when seeing any spelling or grammar faults. Me, myself and I are the proof readers for my pieces lol. Please note that this drabble was interpretation of the boys, and I refer to MC as Rosa, it makes it a better constructed story in my opinion.

See you at the next drabble!

Love, Hann❤

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[totromanticfool]

Hi all my fellow ToT lovers! This is my first ever post, and I want to make it count. I've been silently enjoying this ToT community for a few weeks, but I wanted to step into the light properly, starting with some hcs/one shots. You don't know me, but I would love to start from requests. Have faith, I will try my absolute best! If you won't like my writing please let me know, and if I need to learn how things work on here, teach me :)

I feel like my years long writers block is starting to release me, so I am all yours!

I simp artem, hard, but I will try my best with the other NXX boys.

Love, Hann❤

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