#tears of themis fanfiction

[caelisblade]

finally, us | marius von hagen

synopsis: after giving birth to your little princess, marius gave you space and time to recover. he slowly started growing tired of feeling so lonely and finally confronted you about your insecurities and made sure you remembered how good he could make you feel.

cw: insecure fem!reader in postpartum (ik this is not everyone's cup of tea, i just wanted to write gentle & sweet husband!marius, so give it a shot? there are NO details on the birth part), fingering & oral (fem receiving), marius is feeling really lonely, praises, mirror sex (briefly)

marius wasn‘t pissed. 

it was the most natural thing that your entire focus was on that little wonder you had in your arms. your focus was on your baby, after all. he only had started to feel lonely. so, no, he wasn’t pissed. he was lonely. 

his tiny princess in your arms was cooing, making you giggle as she grabbed your pinky finger in a tight grip and he finally got over his stupid head and sat down next to you on the couch in the main room.

marius really wasn‘t pissed that you had stopped paying attention to him. okay, perhaps he was slightly pissed. though he totally understood why your focus shifted — his did, too, that‘s totally out of question. he just wished he could have one night again with you and you alone. without a screaming, crying baby. marius knew how selfish that sounded but he couldn’t help himself. 

"baby?", he mumbled softly, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on your neck. you didn’t respond. 

he had given you space and as much care as it was possible for you to heal and adjust to the changes in your life. of course, you still slept in the same bed, talked, acted like husband and wife but it felt like you unintentionally shifted your entire focus on the baby and forgot about his existence in a way as well. 

he didn’t blame you for that, how could he possibly blame you for this? you let your body go through so many changes when you gave birth and he was so proud of you. 

he helped you as much as he could while still working from home as pax‘ ceo. but of course, he couldn’t force you to leave her if you didn’t feel ready for it. it was still a little frustrating from time to time, with how distant you had gotten to him. 

"do you want to rest a little? i‘ll take care of her for a bit, how does that sound?", he asked carefully, brushing your hair out of the way gently. 

"nuh-uh", you replied, shaking your head  "i‘m okay. don’t worry."

"baby, come on, you haven‘t slept properly the past few days. you look exhausted. i got you a bath ready, go in there, please? for me? i‘ll take care of her." his tone had gotten more stern, slowly getting pent up with your behavior. he did his best to make sure you and your daughter were cared for. but you not taking care of yourself anymore was frustrating him as well. 

you sighed, nodding finally in defeat; the exhaustion hitting you like a truck as you carefully placed your daughter in marius‘ arms. 

you smiled softly at him before you went to the bathroom, taking off your clothes and sinking into the comfortably warm water. the scents from the essential oils he had purchased for this very occasion were coming up to your nose and you could feel all your muscles relax and your eyes were closing. 

just a couple of minutes later you heard a knock on the bathroom door and marius entered. "can i join? i want to spend some time with you", he mumbled, cheeks reddening. "i just missed you so much, baby."

"where is—"

"i called luke and asked if he could watch her for an hour or two earlier”, he interrupted you. “he just arrived a few minutes ago and went out for a long walk with her. don’t worry, she was quite excited to see her uncle luke and i clothed her warm enough for the weather. please, baby? can i join?", he asked again. 

your body relaxed again and you nodded. "of course."

marius stripped off his clothes, sinking into the bath behind you and wrapping his arms around you, softly massaging your tense muscles. "i‘m sorry", you suddenly sniffled, tears burning in your eyes as you realized how much you had neglected your husband. it had never been your intention to neglect him but you did. and it made you feel so horrible. 

"for what, baby? for taking care of our little princess? for being the most amazing mother anyone could wish for? i don‘t care if you don’t spend time with me, as long as you’re by my side. of course, i‘d like a little kiss here and there, and maybe a hug, hm? maybe you’ll let me take you out for a date night once in a while as well. all i ask of you is to not forget about taking care of yourself, baby. i miss you. and you can leave her with me once in a while, too, if you need to rest. that is totally okay, baby, and i wish you’d do that more often", he spoke softly, turning your head around so you could face him and kissed you, so soft and gentle, and you practically melted. 

it had been too long — way too long — since he last kissed you like this. you couldn’t remember when you last kissed at all. you couldn’t even remember the last time you had an intimate moment like this with him. it felt like your entire body lit on fire and suddenly, everything else was all forgotten. all you could think of was him. 

the innocent, gentle kiss quickly turned into something way more intense — he sighed against your lips as his body was relaxing, remembering the way you made him feel and you turned around to face him. 

his eyes were lidded, watching your every move, god, those gorgeous purple eyes of his. 

“i missed this so much. i missed you so much”, he whispered, giving you a gentle, comforting smile. “believe me, baby, i don’t blame you that you focus on our little princess right now, okay? our tiny princess is more important than me. i just really felt lonely lately, alright? don’t blame yourself for this.”

you could only nod, words were unable to come out and you leaned down to kiss him again, his arms wrapping around you as you seemed to melt into each other. 

“marius”, you sighed softly as you felt his hands wander up your body. “i… need you.”

“oh, baby, i need you, too. more than you could possibly imagine. i don’t want to force you into anything, though. don’t think you have to do anything you’re not feeling ready to do”, he replied. “i won’t be mad or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

you smiled, his care and worry for you to be rushing into things was so endearing. “i know, baby. i just missed you so much. my doctor cleared me for sex weeks ago but i… don’t know. my priorities were with our baby girl. i wasn’t thinking about it. taking this break with you today reminded me that i need to prioritize myself as well. and it reminded me of how much i needed you.” 

“come on then, baby, let’s get out of the bath. i need to pamper you properly, hm?”, marius said, smiling sweetly and you nodded with a giggle, carefully standing up and grabbing your towel, quickly drying yourself off as marius watched you and followed your steps a few moments later. he saw you inspecting your body on the mirror in your bedroom with those stretch marks on your hips, comparing the differences of your body after being pregnant and giving birth. 

marius gently placed his hands on your hips, his hands slowly wandering up your body. “you look so beautiful, baby. i love you, so much”, he mumbled gently, placing kisses over your neck and you couldn’t help the shudder that went through your body. 

“even with these marks and changes my body went through?”, you asked, voice quiet and careful. 

“especially with those marks and changes”, marius replied, lips wandering down your neck to your shoulder and you were just watching yourself and marius behind you, still self-conscious about your body and simultaneously distracted by his gentle kisses – you couldn’t even process that you were both still very naked. 

he turned you around again so you could face him. leaning down to kiss you but this time, it was so intense you felt dizzy for a moment when he let go. “let me bring you to bed and show you how much i missed you in my arms, yeah?” 

“mhm”, you smiled, and it was the most beautiful sight in his eyes because this was the first time in a while you smiled so genuinely at him. he missed this sight so much. 

he lifted you up with ease, carrying you to the bedroom and laughed when you squealed. once he was on top of you on your massive bed, he was making sure you felt as comfortable as possible. you were feeling so overwhelmed with his kisses, his praises for how beautiful you were, his soft, shaky breaths against your neck as he, too, was slowly getting worked up with his need for you. 

“please, baby, can i taste you? missed your pretty pussy so much”, he whispered against your tummy, looking up at you, before planting a gentle kiss right over some little stretch marks on your tummy. you nodded as a reply, but he was not satisfied with that. 

“use your words, baby. need to hear you talk to me. you haven’t been doing that in a while now. i need your words.”

“yes, marius, please”, you sighed, eyes rolling back as you felt his tongue on your folds, the first time in months that he was eating you out and you felt like just a couple more strokes with his tongue and you’d cum. 

his arms were spreading your legs apart as he played with your clit, moaning against your pussy at the taste. marius almost forgot that this was about you and you alone, about making you feel comfortable with your body again. “such a good girl for me, baby”, he grunted, “such a good fucking girl for me, let me make you feel so good.” 

his one hand was grabbing towards your hand, wanting to intertwine your fingers as the other hand slowly moved to your glistening pussy, his thumb playing with your clit and shortly after his middle finger was easing into you. 

you shuddered, legs starting to twitch around his head as you cried out his name, the first orgasm of the night washing over you like a tidal wave as you squeezed his hand tightly. “marius, baby”, you whispered breathlessly, slowly coming back to your senses. “need you inside. please, fuck me.”

“shh, relax, baby. i won‘t fuck you”, he said, pausing for a second. he saw your face drop, before he proceeded with a gentle smile, “i’ll make love to you like my queen deserves, hm? need to make sure you’re prepared for my cock, alright?”

marius turned you both around on the bed that you were leaning against his chest and he was seated against the headboard. “look at us, baby”, he pointed at the mirror right in front of you both, smiling. “look how pretty you look in my arms, so, so beautiful.”

his hands slowly wandered down your chest to carefully play with your sensitive nipples, before his fingers tippled down lower your body, slowly reaching your clit. he started rubbing the sensitive nub, holding your legs apart with his own as you twitched. the stimulation was quite a lot to handle – considering you hadn’t let him touch you in months (he wasn’t initiating anything in fear of hurting you before the birth). 

“baby, plea–”

“watch. us. watch yourself as i play with your pretty cunt, baby”, he interrupted you. “i need you to feel this, baby, because i want you to remember how beautiful you are. i want you to remember how fucking proud you make me feel whenever i see you fall apart on my fingers or my mouth.”

he slowly slipped a finger inside of you, letting out gentle shushes as you squirm and moan, kissing over your cheeks, face, down to your neck. as he was carefully moving his finger in and out of your warmth, he watched your every reaction. it wasn’t long until he slipped in another finger, holding you in your place as he whispered in your ear: “look at yourself in the mirror and come for me, princess. you deserve it.” 

you practically exploded, the cry of his name was so satisfying for him to listen to. you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this fucking good, so full of pleasure and so satisfyingly spent. 

“good girl, such a good fucking girl for me, princess”, he praised you, causing goosebumps to cover your body. he removed his fingers and licked them clean. “you’re so beautiful, god, i love you.” 

“i love you”, you replied breathlessly. 

marius smiled as you lost all your strength were laying against him powerlessly. 

“that felt so good, marius, fuck”, you sighed. 

you squealed when he suddenly turned you both around so you were underneath him again. “can’t tell you enough how much i missed being so playful with you”, he whispered gently, kissing underneath your earlobe. “so, how do you feel about… me fucking you?”, he asked carefully. you nodded. 

“yes, please, marius, i need you inside of me”, you replied. 

he leaned over towards the nightstand’s drawer, grabbing the lube inside of it and letting some of the liquid drip into his hand. he knew you were wet enough to take him raw, but he wanted to make sure that you didn’t struggle to take him in after so long. he jerked his cock off a little, covering his length with the liquid and dribbled some on your pussy as well, before he aligned his tip with your hole and slowly thrusted inside. just the tip inside of your warm walls had him groan out and the more he thrusted into you, the more he lost his mind. 

“fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight”, he groaned, “so fucking good, you feel so fucking good.”

he started to name vegetables in his mind, trying to distract himself so that he wouldn’t cum from just thrusting into you for the first time in over four months. 

that made him realize that he hadn’t asked if you were okay with going raw – fuck, it completely slipped his mind. “baby? i forgot to ask, i’m so sorry, did you want me to use a condom?”

you looked at him like he lost his damn mind. 

“do you think i wouldn’t have stopped you if i did?”, you asked, laughing and kissing him gently. “it’s alright baby. i wanted to feel you. also, come on, we haven’t used a condom in forever. you really think you would like to use one?” you joked around, shaking your head. 

marius visibly relaxed, nodding before he returned the kiss, smiling. “you okay? feels good, baby? can i?”

you nodded: “yes, i’m okay. feels good, baby, please, move.”

you didn’t have to ask twice, marius pulled out before he thrusted back inside, face buried against your neck as he was about to lose his mind. “fuck, baby, gonna make you feel so good, make us both feel so good, hm? you want that? you wanna cum for your husband again?” 

his thrusts were sloppy, the grunts and groans he let out were music to your ears and you couldn’t believe how much you missed this. 

just feeling your warmth around his cock had him babbling nonsense, kissing you messily to distract himself but at one point, everything was becoming too much and his hips stilled as he came, cum buried deep inside of you. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck”, he let out a string of curses as he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you as you clenched around nothing. “gonna make you come for me again, baby. need to see you lose your mind because fuck me, if i am not right now.” 

before you could reply or say anything, he slipped his cock back inside of you, biting into your shoulder to distract himself and you whined, nails scratching up his back fully as his pace got faster. “fuck, marius, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop”, you cried out, tears running down your cheeks as your body went on sensory overload, feeling too much at once – pleasure, love, passion… it was overwhelming. 

“shh, baby, don’t cry. it’s okay”, he comforted you gently, slowing down with his pace to make sure you were okay. “i’m sorry, i lost my patience there. did i hurt you?” 

you immediately shook your head. “no, no, i’m okay. i was just… feeling so much at once. i’m okay. i promise”, you replied, smiling at him. “you’re so perfect, marius. i love you, so much.” 

“i love you, too”, he kissed you softly before he proceeded with his movements, watching your face scrunch as you got closer to the edge and watched your lips part as pure bliss coursed through your body, the cry of his name sounding like music to him. 

once you were all cleaned up and tuck inside the blankets next to him, looked up at him. you were practically glowing and he loved seeing you back to your old self. 

“fuck, that felt so good. why again did i stop myself from this?”, you giggled, still in a post-orgasmic haze. 

“because you were taking care of our baby girl, remember? the one luke is bringing back any moment now so we should probably get dressed. you can sleep, though. i know i tired you out fully, didn't i? i’ll watch her, alright?”, he said. “you just rest. you deserve this, baby.”

“mhm. i love you”, you nodded before you were already asleep, smiling in your sleep as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up and getting dressed again to call luke that he can bring his daughter back home anytime he wants.

[yaesnovels]

my toxic trait is walking past corporate buildings and thinking how much of a good fuck i would get from marius or artem 😁 NAH BUT LIKE oh my fucking god imagine all the windows are all fogged up and you’re pressed up against it all out of breathe AND THEN JUST WAIT either celestine or vincent walksup to the door and goes “there’s a client here for you” and they continue railing the fuck out of you and they breathlessly go “i’ll be ready in a bit, just finishing something” PHEW like wow

cw; mentions of semi-public sexual encounters

commissions are open! check this out!

okay i don‘t know about artem in this case (simply because i see my second husband as a more sweet and romantic type, who’s just the more traditional lover-ish thing) but

i always felt like marius is a kinky bastard (affectionately) so he would simply fuck you against a window because he wants to experiment on what the limits are that he can push before getting caught.

then again, he is his own boss, so who gives a shit anyway? vincent would probably be so used to this that he would understand not what, but who marius is „finishing up“ (lol) and would ask the client for some patience and marius would come see them in a few minutes.

poor vincent, already having seen marius fuck you so good on the table, against the window, you riding him on his chair, on the couch in the big office, everything. now he‘s just used to the fact that whenever you come visit marius at work to „bring him some lunch“, he knew not to interrupt you two or he would probably have to actually resort to bleach his eyes (/hj)

oh and also, imagine he has you pinned against the window and he just draws a tiny heart on the fogging that appeared with your heavy breathing against the glass — just to make you giggle and play around.

as for artem, since i feel like he is more the traditional lover, he would at least wait until he thinks everyone is out of the office before he goes ahead and gets down to his favorite type of business (like for lunch or for closing times)

imagine he thinks everyone went out for lunch, having heard them talk about how theyre going to try out this new place around the corner and even celestine saying she‘ll stop by there; so artem just kisses you, acting totally out of character for him as he was absolutely needy for you.

little did he know that celestine actually had one of the important clients come in randomly, leading them to artem because he is the best (and in that moment, the only other lawyer at the firm as everyone else went for lunch break).

he halts his movements, before he just keeps on going, holding his hand against your mouth to muffle your noises before he says he‘ll be out in the meeting room in a few moments, that he has something to finish up real quick.

little did celestine know that he was not talking about paperwork.

i just wrote this on my phone without really thinking about it, just what came to my mind lol; this is just word vomit.

my hand hurts now from typing so much at once send help.

anyways, i‘m headin off to sleep, gn people <3

[imongmamabitch]

Mornings (Artem Wing x Male Reader)

notes... part two of the diluc fic should be soon, sorry!

contains... male reader, mornings with artem wing, cooking breakfast

Waking up to Artem’s sleepy face in the morning is something you love to see. The sun was shining through the curtains, making him glow like he was a drop of sun himself. Which to you, he was. You move a stray lock of hair away from his face and smile. ‘He looks so peaceful.’ you thought to yourself, admiring your beloved partner.

Dark spots under his eyes indicate the late nights he’d been working. You wished he would stop overworking himself so much. While you were deep in thought, you didn’t notice that Artem had already woken up. “Good morning.” He said in a groggy voice, burying himself into your neck. “Good morning to you too.” you greet back, “How did you sleep?”

“Well.” he responded, burying himself further into your neck. “I was thinking I would make breakfast today.” you tell him as you were  playing with his hair, “It’s the least I could do for you.” He smiles against your neck, “A breakfast made by my boyfriend sounds great.”

“You have to let your boyfriend go for him to make you breakfast though.” you smiled cheekily, attempting to pull away from your boyfriend. He just groaned and pulled you back to him, “Noooo.” You laugh, “Darling, I can’t make you breakfast from here.” He pulls you closer, “Five more minutes.”

It took you an hour to be free from him to cook breakfast.

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[my-soul-sings]

what’s wrong with secretary kim: ch 4

Fandom: Tears of Themis Characters: Vincent Kim, Marius von Hagen (not shipped)

Summary: Five times Vincent Kim put up with his boss’ antics, and one time he didn’t.

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4

You can read this on AO3! See the replies to this post for the AO3 link.

***

He Hates Working Overtime... But Not Always

Organising Marius’ calendar might just be the most tedious and difficult aspect of Vincent’s job. 

It took a full day, but he’s finally done adding the latest flood of appointments to the master schedule. It’s completely packed for up to the next six months, and Vincent even took pains to plan the schedule down to the minute. Naturally, he also factored in buffer time in between his appointments, and left room for any last-minute cancellations or last-minute appointments. 

Vincent can only wonder how Marius is able to handle this much responsibility at his age. Being the CEO of Pax Group is certainly no walk in the park. 

That is, until he’s struck by an act of God and is reminded that Marius isn’t always the most responsible CEO around. 

Exhibit A is happening right at this moment. 

“Vincent, cancel all my meetings for today,” Marius tells him over the phone, which has Vincent doing a double-take.

“What?”

“Cancel all my meetings for today.”

“...Sorry, I must have misheard. Would you mind saying that again?” 

“Vincent, I know you heard me that time.”

“I did, but— wait— you mean, everything? You’re cancelling everything?”

Marius has the audacity to sigh. “Yes. Everything.”

“But— But why? You have a conference call with the vice-president of Boogle in fifteen minutes, a lunch with the directors of Tinysoft, a meeting with the board of directors after lunch and then a meeting with the mayor of Stellis at 4pm. You’re telling me to cancel on all of these people?”

“Yes. Just reschedule with them. Actually—I can do the conference call while driving, so leave that.” 

Just reschedule, the man says, as if the deed can be done with nothing more than a snap of the finger.

“I will call them immediately,” Vincent tells him, “but may I ask the reason for this sudden cancellation? They will need a good explanation.”

“I just can’t, okay? I’m busy.”

“And what are you so busy with that you have to cancel on people who booked appointments with you more than a month in advance?”

“Well…” 

Vincent has heard that sheepish tone before, and knows it can only mean one thing. Taking in a deep breath, he braces himself for an incredibly stupid reason for Marius’ sudden outburst this terrible morning. 

“She’s having her, err, monthly… lady problems.”

Vincent’s tone instantly falls flat — this isn’t the first time Marius has employed this excuse. “Can’t someone else take care of her? Shouldn’t she know how to manage by now given how… often she deals with this?” he suggests, while nervously eyeing the time on his watch and the master schedule currently displayed on his computer.

“Her cramps are so bad that she can’t leave the house to get pills to ease the pain. She can’t even get water for herself because she can’t walk. I’m her boyfriend. The least I can do is take care of her when she needs me, especially when she’s living alone.”

“The company needs you too—”

“I know, but this is an emergency. Please, Vincent. Reschedule the other appointments for me?” 

It’s not like Vincent can decline. So, like the faithful secretary he is, he simply replies politely as always. 

“I will. Leave it to me.”

“Thanks, Vincent. I appreciate it. Truly.” 

The line cuts, and Vincent sinks into his chair, looking like the world is about to end. 

But, there is no time for him to sit around and be depressed. Vincent quickly gets his act together and starts frantically searching for the numbers of the people he needs to call. 

***

After many rounds of apologising profusely and getting an earful (or basically getting yelled at) over the phone, the deed is finally done. Vincent returns his gaze to the calendar that he had planned so perfectly, and which is now going to take him a whole night to reorganise. 

He feels a sudden urge to throw a chair at his computer, but instead, he wisely chooses to get up and take a walk. Maybe some air will cool him off. That, and a bottle of hard liquor. 

But his evening plans are foiled when he receives a call on his work phone. As expected, it’s from his boss. 

Vincent ponders whether or not to pick up for two rings, but on the third ring he relents and reluctantly answers. Curse him and his strong sense of responsibility. 

“Is there anything else you need, young master?” he asks, sounding pleasant and professional as always. Sometimes he thinks he has a talent for this — perhaps a career switch to acting might be in order.

“Hey Vincent, sorry to call you at this time. Would you mind swinging by the convenience store and picking up some pads to deliver to her place?” 

The secretary’s composed tone falters slightly. “Sure... Is there a picture of the brand that she usually buys? How many does she need?”

There’s a pause and some muffled voices in the background before Marius speaks again. “I’ll send you a picture of it. Maybe get two packs?” 

“Will do. Is there anything else you would like me to bring?” 

“Hmm… how about some condoms?” 

He wonders if the condoms are so Marius can continue to fuck up his life even more. At this point, he’s partially resigned to his fate. “S-Sure…”

“I’m just kidding.” The young man bursts into laughter and Vincent is too relieved to get mad at him. “Just the pads will do. Thanks, Vincent.” 

“You’re very welcome. I will be there by 9. Is there anything else you need, young master?”

“Nope, thanks a lot Vincent. Appreciate your help today.”

He hangs up then, and Vincent stares at his phone for a second before exhaling like a deflated balloon. Well, the only thing he can’t complain about is the fact that at least Marius shows his appreciation and thanks him for the shit he puts him through. 

Still, it doesn’t change the fact that Vincent has his work cut out for him tonight. 

Just as despair begins to sink in, a brilliant idea pops into his head, and his imminent gloom begins to wash away. 

As faithful as he may be, this secretary isn’t about to take this much shit lying down without making sure he returns the favour. 

 ***

“Good evening, young master. I brought the items like you requested.” 

“Thanks Vincent. Woah, that’s a pretty big box you got there.”

“Of course, I wanted to make sure there was enough.” 

Marius blinks twice at him, seeming to notice the slightly sinister undertone in his secretary’s voice. Eventually, he finds the sense to respond. “Ah, I see. Thanks.” 

“Would you like to check to make sure that I got it all? If there’s a need for anything else I can go and pick these up right away.” 

“Sure.” Marius proceeds to open the box, and it takes a few seconds before his eyes widen in alarm.

His head snaps up. “Vincent, you–” 

“I got a whole box of pads and extra condoms at your request, young master,” Vincent says, making sure his voice is loud enough so the young man’s girlfriend can hear from where she is in the living room. “I hope you are satisfied with this, but if it’s not enough, please let me know.”

“Hey, I didn’t—”

“Oh? It’s not enough? I will fetch another two boxes right away, young master.” 

Vincent’s smile only grows at the panic that is visibly increasing in Marius’ face. His face is so red that it looks like it might explode at any minute, especially the moment a sharp call of his name sounds from inside the apartment. 

“I thought I said it was just a joke,” Marius hisses, glancing behind his shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps. 

“I thought you were joking about it being a joke, so I bought these just in case,” Vincent continues smoothly. “You know how thorough I am.” 

Before Marius can get another word out, a voice comes from right behind him. “Marius, we need to talk.” The cold tone makes even Vincent shiver a little. Marius looks visibly frightened now, much like a lamb about to go in for the slaughter. 

“If that’s all, I will go now. I will need some time to rearrange your master schedule after today’s cancellations.”

A look of realisation crosses Marius’ face, but Vincent turns on his heel just as the young man’s lips parts in what seems to be protest. Or maybe it’s to apologise. 

Whatever it is, none of it matters anymore; it’s too late now.

“Ow ow! Wait, it’s not what it sounds like, let me explain— Ow, my ear! Jie jie, wait!”

The vindicated secretary heads down the stairs of the apartment building with lighter steps, with the sound of his boss’ cries trailing in his wake. All the while, his smile doesn’t leave his face. 

For the first time, working overtime isn’t so dreadful.

***

A/N: I'm going to try my hardest to finish this while I have some freedom for the rest of this week (i am finally on leave lol vincent is truly my spirit animal)

[johnbly]

[FIC] partners in everything

Summary: Celestine is pushing everyone to participate in a local trivia night, and there's only one person you can imagine being partners with.

(My full piece for the Flickering Dreams zine, which is now open for leftover sales until May 13 -- themiszine on Twitter & Storenvy!)

Word Count: 2,480

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Excerpt:

It’s been a busy few days at Themis Law Firm, though sometimes you wonder if there are any other kinds of day. You’ve just finished a piece of paperwork that has taken over your morning when Celestine calls for everyone’s attention. You look up.

“Just a quick announcement,” Celestine says. “As usual, you’ve all been working hard. To make sure we all take care of ourselves, I’ve signed us up for trivia night at Sid’s Coffee.”

“When is it?” you ask.

“Tonight.” Celestine’s smile is innocent, but you know she means you’re all participating. She’s always taken team bonding seriously. “I’ve already assigned most of the teams, except…”

Artem walks in. He looks vaguely tired, as he usually does whenever Celestine has a new, grand plan for the team. You offer him a small smile of greeting. He’d been busy when you arrived at the office, so it’s the first time you’ve seen him today. The corner of his mouth turns up in reply.

“Artem, perfect timing. I was just telling everyone about how we’re participating in tonight’s trivia night at Sid’s. The prize is a gift card.” Celestine consults her phone. “I did my best to set up our teams, but because of the rules for team size, the math didn’t quite work. I don’t have anyone for you to compete with, Artem—”

“That’s fine,” he says. “I have paperwork to—”

“—but I know with some shuffling, we can have everyone set up.”

If anyone deserves a break, it’s Artem. He’s the only one that can rival you in terms of overworking. Before you can think, you’re speaking.

“I can partner with Artem,” you say decisively. “I don’t know what team you had me on before, but this makes the most sense anyways.”

You sneak a glance at Artem. There’s a definite pink in his cheeks, and his eyes are slightly widened at your confidence in the idea.

“That’s an excellent idea.” Celestine taps away on her phone to make the update. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before. Okay, everyone, here are the teams.”

As she reads off the groupings, you find yourself sitting up straighter. You and Artem make a great pair at work—who’s to say you won’t do the same at trivia night? He walks to your desk, smiling down at you.

“Why don’t we prepare for the competition during lunch?” he suggests.

“That sounds like a good idea, Mr. Wing. I want to be as ready as we can be.”

He nods. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours, then.”

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Chapters: 1/4 (click EXPAND for 3k of Chapter 1) Fandom: 未定事件簿 | Tears of Themis (Video Game) Rating: Mature Relationships: Yan Wei | Darius Morgan/Zuo Ran | Artem Wing Additional Tags: Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Darius Morgan centric, Darius morgan POV, POV Zuo Ran | Artem Wing, but only a few of Artem's POV, Pining, and some of my Headcanon

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Summary:

Senior Attorney Wing and Captain Morgan have a professional working relationship that grants them to meet often, more than they meet their own friends. But Artem and Darius meet for the first time – five years later since they first met – in the cemetery.

It all started with an umbrella.

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 Senior Attorney Wing and Captain Morgan have a professional working relationship that grants them to meet often, more than they meet their friends. But Artem and Darius meet for the first time – five years later since they first met – in the cemetery.

Artem is leaving, Morgan has just arrived. It’s a cloudy morning, Big Data lab predicts that it’s going to rain heavily come noon. Their eyes meet, equally feeling awkward at seeing each other without their uniform. Artem is clad in a cream sweater over a sky-blue turtleneck and gray slacks, shockingly different than the sharper-than-knives suit he wears that no matter what time of day always looks tidy and sharp on him. Artem’s hair is down and loose instead of swept to the sides. Artem looks soft, very out of character from the stiff and strict Senior Attorney that Darius comes to know for years.

Darius barely looks any different, still unkept and tired but in jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket instead of the slacks, shirt, and trenchcoat. The bouquet of pink lilies and lilac looks off-putting in Darius’ hands as if something so delicate doesn’t belong in the hands of a brute that’s holding them.

“Hello,” Artem says, managing to look all kinds of awkward while saying one word.

Darius isn’t any better though, he’s just standing there staring, dumbfounded. “Hi,” he finally says flatly.

Aside from his looks, the second thing Darius thinks upon seeing Artem is ‘I didn’t know someone close to him recently died.’ He almost said his condolences but held back when he realizes that it was none of his business. Artem didn’t say anything, Darius deducts that perhaps a condolence from an acquaintance is the reason why. Even though they know each other for five years, they’re not close personally.

Darius nods and goes on his not-so-merry way. His destination is quite a hike and he takes his time. He had walked this path for twelve years. Everyone said that it gets better in time. Darius is still waiting for that time to come when the flowers in his hand will stop weighing a ton.

“Captain Morgan,” Calls a familiar voice. It makes Darius tense, and straightened his back, instinctually in work mode. Turning around and seeing Artem in his sweater send Darius on a whiplash, even more, when the man is handing him an umbrella. “I didn’t see any on you, it’s going to rain.” Darius looks to the sky, and it’s so dark it almost looks like it’s closer to the evening than noon, how come he didn’t notice?

Another thing Darius didn’t notice is how flustered Artem looks when the pause lingers too long. “I’m sorry if I’m being overfamiliar…”

“No no, you’re not,” Darius quickly says, eyes switching back and forth between Artem’s face and the umbrella in his hand. Darius decides to take it, he didn’t have an umbrella with him, and it’ll be bad if he’s sick around this time. He’d have to get sick leave and be alone in his apartment, alone with his thoughts at this time, that’d be nightmarish. “Thank you, I’ll give it back to you as soon as I can.”

“No rush,” Artem says, and he lingers a little before saying. “I hope I’m not crossing any lines, but I’m sorry for your loss.”

Darius doesn’t know what to say for a while. He feels nothing for Artem’s words, but he repeats robotically, “You too, my condolences.”

They exchange stiff nods and go separate ways. In the middle of the way, Darius notices the umbrella is as grey as the sky with a gunmetal sheen, it fits Artem’s personality perfectly. Darius was praying over their grave when the first drops of the rain fall. Darius opens the umbrella and was shocked when he sees the blue sky painted under the umbrella along with rainbows, pink and blue clouds, glittery sheen, and cutesy baby angel characters with harps, trumpets, cupids bow and… are those puppies and kittens they’re carrying in their baskets? Also, the illustration is very realistic and detailed, kind of like a Renaissance painting style.

“Huh.”

Never thought Artem to buy this kind of thing.

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  Captain Morgan: Cute umbrella.

Attorney Wing: Excuse me?

Captain Morgan: *Click to see the attached picture*

Attorney Wing: I assure you that I didn’t know that. I never use it since my colleagues gave it to me as a gift. I’m at loss as to why they gave me that.

Captain Morgan: I think you’ve been pranked.

Attorney Wing: Yes, I’ve realized that now.

Captain Morgan: Still want the umbrella back?

Attorney Wing: I’m not sure.

Captain Morgan: It’s a gift, so you should cherish it.

Attorney Wing: Are you pranking me too?

Captain Morgan: I plead not guilty.

Before he knows it, he’s texting back and forth with the attorney. Darius hates weekends, he never spent them doing anything of worth. He’d smoke, watch a movie he’s watched hundreds of times, and hang out with his cold girl Julia. If he’s lucky, he gets to work on these empty weekends. Alas, after pushing himself to those working weekends for a month, his supervisor noticed and kicks him to the curb and made him spend his weekend ‘relaxing’. Darius knows it’s just politics for ‘I’m not gonna grant you any more overtime money for this’. So, no, Darius isn’t relaxing. Or, wasn’t.

Darius doesn’t have any friends he can call close enough. He has drinking buddies but that’s an entirely different category of people than friends. Never in his wild imagination that he’d ever think that Artem can be his friend. They see each other almost every week strictly for work and it’s been five constant years of that so Darius never thought it was a possibility. Then there’s work, which they’re both too invested in whenever they met, socializing nor pandering didn’t come to mind.

And yet, the stupid umbrella is just so stupid that he can’t not bug Artem about it. He was supposed to be mourning that day, but the cupid babies loom at the corner of his eyes as the umbrella opens to dry. Darius could’ve sworn the inside of that umbrella is glowing like it has a light source. Where did Artem even find that thing?

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 Darius never gets to return the umbrella, both of them are always too busy to remember. Darius often forgot his umbrella at home, then forgot them at the office. When he finally brings it into the glove box of his car, he forgot to mention it until Artem leaves in a hurry.

Two months later, the imprint of the ridiculous umbrella left his memory. His text with Artem bantering about the umbrella had been buried with texts about cases.

Then comes the rain.

Darius remembers to bring an umbrella today. He slips it inside this coat pocket. He’s assisting Artem and his partner, young Attorney Chris. They’re at the back garden of the victim’s mansion while Artem is inside the house investigating with one of Darius’ officers. The rain starts and he opens the umbrella to shield himself and Chris. She looks up at Darius, opening her mouth to say something until she sees the abomination that is under the umbrella. Darius even forgot that this umbrella was THAT umbrella until she was badly covering her smile and cupids dancing at the corner of his eyes.

“How come you have Artem’s umbrella?” Chris says.

“Ah, so you’re the one that gave it to him.”

At Darius' teasing smile, Chris blushes, “Uh, well, I was one of the people that suggest it, sure, but I’m not the one that constructs it.”

Darius’ eyebrows raise, “You’re saying you and another person custom-made this umbrella to prank Wing?”

“Me and three other people, yes. We just thought it was funny!” Chris says all of the sudden.

Darius can’t help the chuckle, “Yeah, it is, kinda.”

He walks Chris to Artem’s car and goes back to get Artem. Sure enough, the Attorney looks at him with wide eyes when he sees Darius with the umbrella.

“It really is offensively adorable, yet somehow artistic,” Artem says out of nowhere.

“If by artistic you mean uncanny-ly realistic, sure.”

To his surprise, Artem laughs, not noticing Darius having an internal 404 error. Had he ever seen Artem laugh? No, he had never even seen him crack a smile in all the five years they’d known each other.

Huh, so that’s what it looks like, Darius thinks, and he doesn’t look away. Not until Artem catches him staring and looks away almost sheepishly, which makes Darius thinks that he might’ve passed out at some point and dreamt all this.

“If you don’t mind,” Artem says after clearing his throat.

Darius flustered, much to his horror, “Ah, yes, let’s go.”

And it must’ve been a ridiculous sight for a gruff middle-aged man and another stiff-faced man nearing thirty to walk together in the rain under an umbrella that looks like a child’s bedsheet. Both of them can’t see how ridiculous they are, so the embarrassment doesn’t stop their conversation.

“Is this another case of a family fighting for inheritance gone bloody?” Darius asks.

“I won’t assume anything until I have all the evidence.”

Darius scoffs, “You say that, but every time they called the cops on an allegedly natural death of a rich guy, it’s always murder and it’s always about inheritance.”

“Not always,” Artem says airily.

“When? Wing, I assist you in every case you take, I know.” And doesn’t that take Darius back. He didn’t realize that yes, ever since Artem became an attorney in the city, Darius had always been the one that assist him, how did that happen?

“Premeditate opinion is a recipe for misinterpretation.”

“Ok Mr. Senior attorney, wanna bet?” Darius doesn’t know what possessed him to say that, but upon seeing Artem's playful smirk, everything is worth it.

“What would we even bet?”

Darius lits up. At some point, they stopped walking and had been standing face to face. Their chests almost touched under the umbrella too small for the two of them with the curtain of rain shutting the whole world from their private little circle. Darius looks at those dark blue eyes, mysterious like the ocean deep, they glint in mischief as if they’re hiding something. Looking at those eyes any longer, Darius would’ve drowned.

“The winner buys the other drinks,” Darius goes with the classic.

“You’re on,” Artem says with an amount of sass that Darius never knew he possessed.

Darius is completely mystified by what he just experienced. So much so that he kept looking at Artem as he steps into his car, said goodbye, and drives away into the road.

Only after a few seconds did he realize that Darius is still holding the blasted umbrella.

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 It took a month for Artem to wrap up the case they’re betting on. The memory of the bet had been pushed to the back of Darius’ head by other responsibilities. Artem isn’t the only attorney he works with, and there’s more to police work than just investigating death and murder, there are also these damn reports.

So, it takes a few seconds to discern Artem’s text, which is a link to a news article.

‘The Evil Mistress of the Reindhart Patriarch declared Not Guilty! The shocking truth reveals a heartbreaking story of the Billionaire’s decades fight with illness.’

Attorney Wing: I win.

Darius laughs, shocking his coworkers that never once hear any joyous tone from their strict no-nonsense captain.

Captain Morgan: And I’m a man of my word. The winner picks the time and place.

Friday, 9 PM, at a place called Dionysus. It sounded posh, and honestly, what is it with this city and greek gods? They’re nowhere near Greece.

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 The place isn’t as posh as it sounds. Darius was expecting to burn all his life savings because Artem seems like a wine guy. The name of the bar sounded like a wine place, and Darius knows wine can cost a liver and a limb.

The bar seems cozy. Earth tones, dim lighting, jazz music, couch seats. It’s getting crowded with office workers since it’s 7 PM on a Friday. Darius takes the bar seat where he can see both the emergency exit and the front entrance. Darius only waited for five minutes when Artem walks in through the door, his suit jacket in his arms.

Darius sips his whiskey to mask his instinctual gulp. This overreaction is pathetically caused by Artem without a layer of suit jacket. What is wrong with him lately? He looks at Artem and suddenly his composure takes a nosedive. He sees Artem often, sure this is the first time they meet up outside work hours –second if you count the cemetery– but Artem doesn’t look any different. Artem is Artem, which is exactly the problem now that Darius thinks of it. Artem had always been Senior Attorney Wing and he’s never just… Artem.

Hey, know what? Darius is an honest man. Artem is attractive, Darius had always found him attractive. This is only the first time that he lets himself react to it since he’s bound to his professional work ethic. There’s no harm in noticing that their colleague is attractive at the appropriate non-working hours, right?

“Sorry I’m late,” Artem says, taking the bar seat next to Darius. He smells like expensive perfume and rain.

“You’re not, hope you don’t mind me having a head start,” Darius motioned to his glass.

“I don’t mind.” Artem gestures to the bartender, “I’ll have what he’s having.”

“Oh, come on, Attorney Wing. Treat yourself to the top shelf, I’m a gracious loser.”

Artem sips on his quickly-served glass of two shots of whiskey, “Aren’t the winner able to get whatever they want?”

“Hey, suit yourself.”

“Artem.”

“Hm?”

“We’re off the clock. Isn’t it weird to be so formal?”

Darius disagrees, it’s weirder to call each other by their given name after years of calling their last names tightly knit to their title, and yet, “Artem,” he says, testing the sound of Artem’s name in his mouth. “Darius, then.”

“Darius,” Artem nods with a smile.

And it’s a little pathetic how the sound of his name in Artem’s voice sent shivers down his spine.

“Well,” Darius smiles and raises his glass to Artem, “For your win. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Artem toasts his glass with Darius’.

Even though both of them are outside work hours in a bar, they’re workaholics by nature and all they talk about is work. It started with Darius asking how the case wrapped up and they went deep into investigation talk.

Sober Darius would’ve panicked being so close to Artem, watching him talk and loosen up, his hair softly falling apart from the side-swept style he kept, seeing how delicate the white shirt on Artem’s body is. Pleasantly buzzed Darius, however, shamelessly enjoys the view.

Out of nowhere, Artem chuckle, and it makes Darius chuckle too.

“What?” Darius asks.

“We’re off the clock, yet I still talk about work,” Artem sighs dejectedly.

“We’re workaholics, and I don’t mind,” Darius shrugs like it’s nothing, hoping it’ll cheer him up. “Also, you’re not much of a drinker, are you?” Darius notices that in an hour and a half they’ve been here, Artem hadn’t finished his first glass while Darius is already on his third.

Artem chuckles mirthlessly, “You caught me.”

Darius watches Artem, finding a conclusion, “You didn’t have to agree to go drinking if you didn’t want to. We could’ve gone wherever you feel comfortable in.”

“That’s the problem though,” Artem says dejectedly, finally finishing the drink. “I don’t know where to go either. I work all the time, and the only thing I do outside of work are the necessities: Sleep, bathe, eat, and…” Artem pauses at the last point, something he can’t say in public then.

“Sex?”

Artem swings his head so fast Darius thought it would spin, eyes pop open so comically that Darius laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me, you caught me off guard,” Artem huffs, his face flushed with a pretty pink tone. “I was about to say I was doing… special cases.”

Ah yes, special cases, the NXX investigation team. Darius is partially let into the knowledge of their existence, though Darius knows he was only let in so the team can do under-the-table work with him. Darius had agreed with the condition that they do him a favor in similar weight. Three years after he works with Artem and gains respect towards each other, Artem finds him trustworthy enough to know their existence. Imagine his bewilderment when he’s faced with a team of a baby-faced super spy, an aloof prince-like psychologist that talks to him like he’s a lab rat, the youngest Senior Attorney in the city, and a 19-year-old Vice-CEO of the multi-billionaire company that runs half the world.

It worked out mutually beneficial. Darius gets to pull in reasonable favors, and they get fast help from the police force and confidential files.

“Sorry, sorry,” Darius says after he calms down. “We’re both adults and it was an honest question. Some argue that sex is a necessity.”

“Not to me,” Artem says carefully, watching Darius as he says it, “It’s… no, I don’t do that casually.”

Darius is pinned to the board with Artem’s strong gaze, enjoying every moment of it. “I get it.”

“You do?”

“Uh-uh,” he says, not willing to elaborate.

“If not the bar, where would you’ve suggested we go?” Artem asks, moving on.

“The workaholic with no life asks another workaholic with no life, I suggest you refer to a different source.”

Artem scoffs, his eyes glinting with amusement, Darius pats himself on the back for that.

“You don’t seem to be worse off than me.”

“It’s not a competition, Artem,” Darius’s heart has no business skipping at saying Artem’s name. “We can suffer in our lack of life together.”

To Darius’ dismay, Artem smiles at him and blushes, “It’s not so bad then.” Oh, and that one does a number on Darius.

“Are you already drunk?”

“Maybe. I don’t have the greatest tolerance for alcohol. The last time I got drunk was humiliating, I swore to never touch alcohol again, in public.”

Darius sighs, “And you still agree to my invitation.”

“Well, it was the first time you ask me to meet up, I couldn’t say no.”

“Why couldn’t you? It would’ve been fine.”

“It wouldn’t. I’d… never mind.” Artem slumps, dejected towards himself.

Darius knocks his knee with Artem’s, getting the younger man’s rapt attention, “If you have no idea where to go because you’ve never been there, then how about going to a place you’ve been wanting to go?”

Artem is holding his breath for whatever reason. He’s leaning his face on the palm of his hand, and he seems to be hiding behind said palm. To torture him, Artem starts biting his lips before blurting out, “Dinner?”

“Sure, we could’ve gone for that.”

“Could’ve,” Artem says wistfully, “Now I have to find an excuse to ask you.”

Darius chuckles, “You’re so drunk.”

“What is it?”

“You don’t need any excuse. We can just, go.”

“We can just go,” Artem repeats as if still not believing what he hears or say.

“Yes.”

“That easy?”

“Was it supposed to be hard?”

“I don’t know, but it felt like it. I never knew how to do… you know?”

“No, I don’t know. To do what?”

“Having a casual relationship.”

“… Friends, you don’t know how to have friends.”

“I was trying to not make myself look pathetic, but you see right through me I guess.”

Darius barked a laugh, and he might’ve imagined the stars in Artem’s eyes, “Hey, I applaud you for still trying. I’ve given up at some point.”

“As my friend said to me once, it’s not a competition.”

Friends. Damn, isn’t that nice?

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[theres-a-bea]

Forgo The Parable CHAPTER 2 I guess?

The new kid moved to the board, facing the class as the teacher looked for his name in the updated register. He remained expressionless, almost looking through everything his eyes set upon, like they were all see-through and almost nonexistent. Ingrid usually didn’t care to notice someone’s face during class introductions, but she strangely couldn’t help but look at him.

Aside from his emotionless expression and his intimidating air, he was quite eye-catching, a fact she’d easily gathered just by looking at him, and the bunch of people that were already whispering amongst themselves in the back of the class. She almost made a face at a particularly loud comment from a few seats behind her, but only restraining herself to frown instead as her line of vision rested on his face once again, watching the sunlight form soft lines that revealed the gentle slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the feathery lines of his lashes–

Ingrid sat straighter in her seat as her eyes met his, bright blue irises blinking back at her for a full second before they moved to look at the tip of his gleaming shoes.

What was that? He couldn’t even look her in the eye. Embarrassing.

“This is Artem Garner-Wing, quite a bit of a late enrollee,” Mr. Vasquez pushed his reading glasses down and set his eyes on the registry again, running a finger over names and seat numbers, “I trust you will all play nice and treat him well.”

surprise bitch !!! we finally have chapter 2 after like a year of waiting or something 😭 I have the rest of the chapters all ready and plotted out, so ig updates will be a lot faster now ? maybe ? like i said in the tags, maybe i'll finish this shit in ten years. It's not my favourite chapter yet, but i did kind of cry writing it so i hope you like it i guess ? love you mwa

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[actualbird]

luke pearce is a man, but more importantly, he is a dog. he's many kinds of dogs, actually. a golden retriever full of sunshine; an energetic sheep dog that needs to be actively doing something useful and beneficial at all times; a stray mutt aimless without someone to follow home; a german shepherd loyal to a fault and entrenched in devotion, or maybe the better word is service; an escaped cage fighting dog with scars embedded so deep into his flesh that they feel just as much a part of him as his own bones; a trained dog, trained so well that he'll never tug on his leash of servitude no matter how much the unyielding collar bites into his skin; a house dog that's made of love and only knows how to love and he'll run away one day, and this too is because of how much he loves you; a set of jagged teeth snarling around kindness, canines and molars grinding hard against morsels of care, unable to swallow past the blood in his mouth. sorry what was this post about, i blakced out. where am i.

[outivv]

Sorry about the multiple replies, had to at least try to answer them.

No no, it’s totally cool!! I’m just happy to be genuinely educated, and I don’t mind any of the replies and whatnot!!

Plus it brings up an interesting discussion, because of everything that’s happening right now- that like with all the shit that’s going on with Hoyoverse it’s hard to look up a lot of hyv games on like Twitter and not immediately see “hey this game has shit ass rep” maybe that’s just because of the side of Twitter I’m on, but yk. From what I’ve noticed, I could be wrong- but the main goal is to flood hyv’s servers, don’t spend any money, and fry their pockets out, now maybe we’re supposed to stop talking about the game as well at least in a positive light, I am not sure- but either way because of what you said I’m gonna stop making any kind of positive content for hyv games, because while I enjoy them, and and love the characters- I don’t wanna support hyv in the slightest.

[moonstruck-writing]

Shared Breaths on Damp Pillows [Luke Pearce x Rosa]

Title: shared breaths on damp pillows Pairing: Luke Pearce x Rosa | Tears of Themis C/Ws: Mutual pining, sharing a bed (but tame), angst and feels (bc it's those two), reminiscing of the past, based on events from the 1st or 2nd year of the game, so they aren’t a couple yet, wounded Luke. Summary: Rosa and Luke are back at his house, and the wound on his arm shouldn’t be a problem—or so he says—but she decides to stay the night and take care of him while he sleeps. Or at least, that was her intention. Word count: 1.6k A/N: I wrote this like 2 years ago and it has been sitting in my drafts since then so that’s some context. is2g at some point in the main story (I think, maybe it was a card or whatever) Luke got a wound in his arm. This was based on that.

Rosa hadn’t intended to fall asleep so fast. She had to take care of Luke and stay on guard in case he developed a fever or had any other symptoms that meant a visit to the hospital was urgent. But even when his proximity started affecting her with something more than worry, the exhaustion was stronger than her nerves and resolve.

Luke had wanted to treat it as a mission. He had been trained to be able to sleep next to anyone – although he had to control himself to not fall into a deep sleep – and he knew that he would never be safer next to anyone but Rosa. So, he had simply turned around, telling himself he was only doing that to keep his injured arm from being in contact with the mattress.

He could still feel Rosa behind him as he focused on slowing his breathing to fall asleep. However, while his muscles started to relax and the tension of the day fell from his body, a memory resurged fresh in his heart. At first, he had thought it was a déjà vu, his mind playing tricks on him. But he could feel that memory in his bones. The sensation of having Rosa sleeping next to him was imprinted so deep inside him, that even if more than a decade had passed, the feeling remained unchangeable.

In all that time, every single cell of his body had changed. They say it only takes months for some cells to die and be reborn, for others, years. After a decade, there wasn’t a single cell in his body that had lived in his childhood. He was an adult now. He wasn’t the child or the teenager who had spent most of his time with Rosa. And yet…

He knew he couldn’t keep the doors of his heart closed forever. He knew the secret he kept inside got bigger and stronger every time he saw her, talked to her, touched her, breathed her. And now, the secret was raging inside of him.

Luke squeezed his eyes shut, trying to contain the feelings he didn’t want to experience. Or rather, the feelings he thought he couldn’t experience because he wasn’t worthy of experiencing. But those feelings didn’t relent. They pushed against his heart until all he could do to distract himself was to turn around in bed, laying face up.

He felt Rosa stir in her sleep – his movement had probably reached her through the mattress. Luckily, she didn’t show any signs of having woken up. Luke breathed out slowly and allowed himself to turn his face towards her. She was facing him, half of her face buried in the pillow. Some strands of hair were covering her features, and Luke felt the urge to brush them away for her.

A gentle smile graced his lips before he could realise it. She wasn’t the Rosa that lived in his memories anymore. For one, her hair was longer. He wondered when she decided to let it grow past her jaw down to her shoulders. Had it been right after he left? Had it been during her years at university? And why? He couldn’t deny that she looked beautiful with that style, and it made some darker feelings arise on the outer walls of his heart.

Had it been because of someone else? Had she been complimented by the person she liked, and decided to keep that length and never go back to having shorter hair? Luke wanted to punch himself. If she had had someone she liked or dated while he wasn’t around, that wasn’t any of his business. He had also done things he knew he would never tell her, and even if most of them had been during missions…

They had a past that they shared, and one that they didn’t. Those 8 years hung heavy in the air, and he could feel them filling the short space that separated them, lying together under the covers. The broken promises, the secrets… they were barbed wire that coiled around the edges of their bodies, preventing them from getting too close.

But Luke was ready for those wounds.

He had told himself before that it was better to keep his distance, that he didn’t want to hurt her, but now he was ready to receive the damage for the both of them. He knew that it was impossible and selfish, but the lies he used to tell himself weren’t as effective anymore.

Not when she had welcomed him back into her life. Not when it seemed that he had never left. But he had, and things had changed even if he trod carefully around Rosa like everything was the same. Except, he never had to tread carefully around her before. He never had to be careful to not show her too much of himself before. He wanted to go back to that time, but it was impossible. The only way was forward.

He had forgotten he didn’t set the pace. Time marched on incessantly, destroying every single hope his desperate heart tried to fuel.

A surge of pain cut through him, leaving Luke breathless. It wasn’t the fresh wound on his arm, but an old one aimed at his entire body. Panting, he moved slowly to get off the bed. He knew he had a cover now if Rosa woke up, he could explain his state with a convenient lie, but he didn’t want to worry her, much less keep lying. He scrambled for the pill box, quickly opening his night stand drawer, and popping the needed amount into his mouth. The water bottle Rosa had left for him still felt cool to the touch, and he pressed it to his face after he had swallowed the medicine.

It would still take some time before the pain subsided, but knowing he was “safe” helped his breathing slow down from that panicked panting to a regular inhale and exhale. Still, he didn’t dare go back to bed just yet.

He sat down with his back to the side of the bed, leaning against it. Now that his body was in the process of calming down, he needed his mind and heart to follow. Instinctively, he turned his head to look at the key lying on the night stand. Sometimes it felt like it wasn’t the key to his precious box of memories, but the key to his heart. He knew who it belonged to, but he didn’t dare give it back to her yet.

He took the key between his fingers, caressing every ridge and indentation. He put it back on, and feeling the weight around his neck made him let out a sigh of relief.

“Luke?” Rosa’s voice sounded worried even through the sleepiness. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

He turned around and saw she had woken up and was now approaching him, sliding through his side of the bed.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay.” I’m not in pain anymore, he had wanted to say. But seeing her worried eyes didn’t exactly calm him.

“Then what are you doing there? Come back to bed, you need to sleep.” She touched his shoulder, prompting him to return to bed, to her side. “Or did I wake you up? Is it difficult sleeping with me? I’m sorry if I was taking too much space…”

Luke didn’t reply, he simply kept on looking at the changes in her features, from worry, to fear, to embarrassment. There were still times like that when he felt he could read her like an open book, and he wanted to treasure the moment.

It is difficult sleeping next to you, he wanted to say. You don’t even realise how nervous you make me feel, but I am so glad you can let down your defences around me, and I’ll never say anything to make that change. But I want you to take even more space, and I want to take more space in your life too. But I can’t. I shouldn’t.

“There’s plenty of space for the two of us.” He settled for those words, and with that fraction of his heart, he finally stood up from the floor. Rosa went back to her side of the bed, letting him have enough space to lie next to her.

“I know I shouldn’t be saying this because you’re injured, and I should be taking proper care of you, but… Sleeping next to you is soothing, Luke.” They both were lying face up, only their faces turned to each other, like two sunflowers searching for the light of their lives.

Luke reached for her hand under the covers and intertwined their fingers as if saying I am here now. The touch was familiar, and it reminded her of lazing around during the summer holidays until they both fell asleep at nap time. There was a time when falling asleep next to Luke had been as natural as sleeping with a teddy bear. The innocence and peace of childhood soaked her bones, making her heart swell.

“Goodnight, my dear Rosa.”

The affection in his words brought tears to her eyes, and she closed her eyes, ready to hide how much of her childhood memories, of her heart and soul, belonged to him. He made her life better, and the comfortable weight of his hand against hers whispered it’s okay now. Luke had come back, and he was never going to leave again. Like a mantra she used whenever she needed comfort, the words echoed in her mind again and again.

Clinging to each other’s touch, they walked towards Morpheus' arms. Luke hung onto the last remains of consciousness, making a silent promise to Rosa. He would fight with everything he got to stay by her side until the end.

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¡! KINKTOBER 2023

hello friends and welcome to my (very early) plannings for kinktober of this year.

the reason i‘m starting off so early is because i‘m very horrible with short time frames and considering the fact i‘ll be starting to work soon, and i especially can‘t handle stress well with writing so i thought i‘d start preparing from now on already!

this is the first time i managed to get my ass up for kinktober so i was thinking of making it more interactive-ish with you all &lt;3

i have prepared a list of 16 combinations of each two kinks to write a fic about. these will be posted throughout october every second day. the only thing i didn‘t do yet is selecting the character i would write those fics for. i wanted to leave this choice to you all.

since it‘s very possible that there will be multiple requests for one "prompt", this will work on a first come first serve basis. also, there will be a few kinks on here multiple times; this is due to the reason i really liked that combination.

the list of the combinations will follow under the cut! please respect my wishes and do not request something if you‘re a minor. thank you.

hate sex + praise kink (scaramouche)

voice kink + sensory deprivation (kamisato ayato)

sensory deprivation + threesome

bondage + edging

dumbification + dacryphilia (BLADE)

body worship + titfucking (KAMISATO AYATO)

daddy kink + oral fixation (ZHONGLI)

phone sex + voice kink

punishment play + orgasm denial (KAEDEHARA KAZUHA)

size difference + face sitting (ALHAITHAM)

temperature play + body worship

toys + mirror sex (ARLECCHINO)

breathplay + exhibitionism

marking + somnophilia (DAN HENG)

cockwarming + morning sex (MARIUS VON HAGEN)

aphrodisiac + overstimulation (THOMA)

[yaesnovels]

. kiss me more !

marius von hagen x reader

disclaimers: fem!reader w/out pronouns, petnames (baby, babe, princess), breeding kink (duh, it’s me), oral (f!receiving), lots of kisses because i can

sometimes, marius caught you absolutely by surprise.

the moment you opened the door for him and he entered your home, he had you pinned against the next available wall with your hands over your head, kicking the door shut with his foot.

“you little minx”, he groaned, grinding his hips against your crotch, the bulge oh, so obvious. you couldn’t help the grin creeping up your face as you remembered why he was so worked up today.

as said, your husband only caught you by surprise sometimes.

this time was purely your own fault – if you can even call it that, since it was your pure intention. you had been texting with marius some bits throughout the day and you felt like teasing him a little more than usual so you had sent him pictures, innocently asking which set of lingerie to wear for tonight, knowing he had planned to take you out for dinner. you purposefully hadn’t sent the pictures of you wearing them, no. you had sent them laid out on the bed because you were aware that the imagination of you wearing them would drive him crazier. you knew him way too well, knowing every single thing he got off on really easily.

marius quickly had his lips on yours, kissing you hard and desperately, feeling your body up before he grabbed you by your hips and had you wrap your legs around his waist. he slowly carried you to your bedroom, desperate to you have you underneath him and quivering in pleasure.

“that was all your intention, huh? wanted me to suffer the whole day at work with a fucking hard-on whilst you can laugh about the thought at home, huh?”, marius put you down on the bed while you couldn’t help the giggles in excitement.

“of course. what else would you expect from me?”, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back in for another kiss. “i didn’t really feel like going out for dinner so i just wanted to get you back home.” you slowly started to unbutton his dress shirt as you revealed his toned upper body, desperately pulling the fabric off and throwing it away.

there was something so addicting about the way marius kissed you. sometimes he would just leave small and multiple pecks on your lips to make you smile and laugh, sometimes, his kisses were just absolutely unhinged and desperate. either way, you just loved the way he would make your body tingle and heart flutter whenever he kissed you.

“so, you did all this just because you wanted me with you here?”

you nodded, feeling shy out of nowhere which is why you hid your burning cheeks from his view with your hands. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you or anything.”

“hey, baby, it’s all fine. i promise. hands off your face, please, i want to see you”, he grabbed your hands to pull them off your face, intertwining your hands together as he planted a soft kiss on the backside of your hand. “i’m not upset, i mean it.”

he leaned down once again to kiss you sweetly on the lips, making you smile again. “so, will you indulge me?”

he couldn’t help the soft laugh as he nodded, slowly untying the knot on your robe that you always wore before sleeping, eyes pretty much sparkling in excitement when you did, in fact, wear the set of lingerie that he asked you to.

“you look so gorgeous, princess”, he rasped out, leaving soft kisses over your neck and shoulders, down to your chest. “this suits you better than i ever could’ve imagined, love.”

he lifted you up to sit up so that he could unclasp your bra and pull it off your body, throwing it off the bed; he immediately wrapped his lips around your nipple and softly sucked on the nub, having you writhe around with your eyes closed in bliss.

“feel good, babe?”, he smirked, making you smile as you nodded.

“mhm”, was the only reply you could give him. “i love you.”

“i love you, too, babe.”

the next moment, he was pulling your panties aside, thumb softly massaging your clit as you let out a breathy moan in surprise, his lips still slowly wandering down your body just before he stopped to look up to you to make sure you were still doing all good there.

as his tongue licked up your entrance, you almost lost your composure. luckily, almost. the whine, however, you were unable to stop. fingers were tangling up with his hair as you pulled him right against your cunt, as he started lapping up your cunt, quickly getting obsessed with your taste and unable to stop himself any longer – he just needed you to come for him on his tongue over and over again, until you were begging him to fuck you.

it was no surprise to you, either. the times he hadn’t overstimulated you to the brink of unconsciousness were rare, not that you were complaining. the first time he had you shaking and crying out his name that night, he was smiling against your cunt, giving you a little break to get yourself back together.

as he looked up to you, trying to maintain eye contact, all you could see were his lips and chin covered in your slick and cum, as he wiped it off with the back of his hand. “i need you so bad”, you whined, “please, don’t tease me anymore. you can fuck me into oblivion but i just need you inside me so bad.”

“but babe, i just absolutely adore teasing you before i fuck you properly. and i need to prepare you for me as well. i don’t want to hurt you”, he was feigning his innocence, before he leaned back down to your cunt and proceeded with his teasing tongue. “you just.. taste so… fucking good.”

he had your thighs spread open with his hands, his grip so tight that you were unable to close them around his head, no matter how much you tried. “stop fighting against it, love. it’s just going to make me want to leave you on the edge for longer.”

“please, marius, i can’t do this any longer. just fuck me”, you cried, hips arching off the bed as you simply weren’t able to keep up with it anymore. “i need you s’bad.”

“now, i can’t disappoint my lovely wife, can i?”, he smiled, pulling off his pants and boxers to reveal his hard cock, already leaking some precum, as he sat down against the bedrest, tapping his lap, motioning you to sit down on your throne.

you aligned his cock with your entrance as you slid down on him, crying out as he filled you up so good, you didn’t even have the patience to get used to the way he was stretching you out before you started to move up and down his cock, arms wrapped around his neck as you kept on muttering out his name like a mantra.

“you’re squeezing me so good, babe, taking it so good. you’re so desperate for me to come deep inside of you, aren’t you? want me to knock you up? want me to get you pregnant with my heir?”, he started babbling all that as the pleasure started to cloud his mind.

you nodded frantically, kissing him to muffle down your moans. your pace slowed down as your thighs started to feel heavy as the exhaustion crept up on you. “aw, baby, are you feeling tired? need me to help you out?”, he asked, innocence dripping from his voice. you nodded, the whines you let out were like music to his ears.

marius quickly grabbed your hips, fucking you hard as he thrusted up into you, nails digging deep into his back. “you’re going to make me cum so much for you, baby. want me to make you feel all warm in your womb? cum deep inside of you? over and over until you can’t take any more of my cum?”

he turned you around so that he had you laying on your back, lifting your hips from the bed as he continued his rough thrusts. marius was getting closer and closer to his high with every desperate snap.

“come on, baby, make me cum. you wanna make your husband feel good, don’t you?”, his grunts next to your ear were making you go crazy. the moment he came deep inside of you, making you feel so warm and full, you were absolutely breathless, trembling from your own release that had followed shortly after.

you were feeling so overwhelmed with everything that you simply just pulled him down again, kissing him to calm yourself down slowly. marius still hadn’t pulled out of you, still hard and deep inside of you, just not moving anymore.

“shh, baby, feeling good?”, he whispered, unable to stop leaving the softest kisses on your skin, “you know i’m not done with you yet, right? you can take it, baby, i know you can.”

even before he thrusted his cock inside of you again, you knew that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night. not that you were complaining – really, you were just trying so often to get him so feral on you that he would be able to breed you full, until you were able to have his heir. and you knew he wasn’t going to stop until then.

a/n: i still got some horny to get out of my system, might as well write one more later tonight 🥹

[nagisadelune]

Headcanon: Cooking For Artem

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YEAH BOIIIIIIIIII! IT'S OUR FAVORITE SENIOR ATTORNEY, MR. ARTEM WING'S BIRTHDAY! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Okay, so I wanted to write something for Artem's birthday that is coming up (April 26th) because why not? Anyways, I know that I haven't written anything in awhile, but I hope that this kind of makes up for the sudden increase of workload. Either way, I hope you enjoy this one!

For our timeline, you can basically imagine any timeline. Whether you want to be dating, married, engaged to him; imagine this however you would like to. Also, I would like for you to imagine that you're working at Themis as Artem's partner if you decide to not be Rosa.

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"How come you're yawning so much?" Kiki asks you in the middle of her story. With the new case that you and Artem received a couple days ago, you two are both swamped with work, trying to sort out the paperwork and known evidence. As much as you love working here, it definitely needs a lot of time and effort to get it done.

After taking a sip of your fresh coffee, you look at her to explain, "Mr. Wing and I just started a new case, so we needed to put in some overtime to get through what we wanted." Kiki only nods in response before taking a sip of her coffee. Suddenly, you notice the confusion in her eyes.

"I don't think that explains why you're so tired though?" she asks, staring into the reflection of her coffee to put the pieces together. "Even if you and Mr. Wing work overtime, he would make sure that you two get home decently on time," she continues before squinting at dark circles, "and you seem to be yawning more than the previous times that you two worked together into the night." You look back down at your coffee cup to hopefully hide your face a little; you didn't want her finding out about your plan and blurting it out to the entire office.

"Y-Yeah, I just didn't sleep well," your voice trails off before you take another sip of coffee. Although you can't exactly see her face, Kiki's studying eyes seem to bore a hole into your forehead. When you finally pull the coffee cup away from your face, Kiki's eyes seem to widen, seemingly putting the pieces together.

"Did you prepare something?" she asks teasingly, poking at your arm. With the blush in your cheeks, you realize that she knew your plans. With a sigh, you can only nod at her response where she excitedly places down her cup and claps her hand like a child who just figured out the hardest math problem in the homework. "What did you prepare? A gift? Or something more?" she begins bombarding you with questions, trying to figure out more about your little surprise. Suddenly, her voice seems to cut off, and you watch her freeze up in front of you. "G-Good morning Mr. W-Wing," she greets, stuttering on her words. Confused, you turn around for your eyes to meet with a familiar chest.

"Good morning," Artem greets with a slight nod. "If you don't mind, I would like my partner for the new case we're working on." Kiki can only nod and excuse herself awkwardly before escaping the senior attorney's gaze. You look back at Artem confused before he looks down at you. "Sorry to disturb your conversation, but I think I found another clue for the case," he explains briefly, catching your attention. The two of you start walking back to his office as you discuss the details.

"Does it regard the testimony of the main suspect?" you question, your thoughts returning to the case. Artem nods to confirm your suspicions before explain his train of thought. While you try to keep your mind on the task at hand, you feel the drowsiness catching up to you, making your steps slow down. Before Artem catches you lagging behind, you try to catch up to him again, but you awkwardly trip over your own feet, causing you to yelp slightly. Closing your eyes to brace for the impact of the hard floor, you feel yourself hitting a softer surface, hands on your arms and a familiar scent hitting your nose. Opening your eyes, your eyes land on the fabric of a suit, making you rush to stand.

"Are you okay?" Artem asks worriedly, looking over your body to visually check everything. Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks from the situation, you can barely give him a verbal response and look at him, making you choose to nod instead. With a sigh of relief, Artem appears to relax a little before checking you one more time. "Did you not sleep well last night?" he wonders aloud, and you're sure that he noticed the dark circles under your eyes.

"I slept well, but I guess I didn't sleep enough," you answer carefully, your voice small enough for only Artem to hear. Artem shakes his head helplessly before you two step into his office. The thud of the door shutting wakes you up slightly, but you can't help but to yawn and take another sip of coffee.

"It is nearing the time for lunch, so maybe you need some energy?" Artem pieces together before grabbing his phone from his desk. "Let's order some food, so we can eat twelve. Do you want your usual order?" he asks, scrolling on his phone screen. With your tired brain, you just process the situation, making you wake up instantly.

"A-actually, I don't think we need to order anything," you suddenly state, making him looking up from his phone confused. Without another word, you walk towards your bag and rummage through the contents from the specially packaged items. With your back facing towards him and his eyes on you, the nervousness finally hits you; you can only hope that he likes your little surprise for him. Your hand brushes against a familiar fabric texture and holds onto it. Carefully, you begin to dig it out of your bag, making sure your wrapping doesn't get too ruined. When you lift the two surprises out of your bag, you turns towards him, and his eyes stare at the two items in your hands confused.

Before you get the chance to explain yourself, Artem suddenly pieces the clues together, "Did you wake up early to cook for us today?" When he completely figures out, you can only nod at his response.

"I decided to cook today since you always cook for us and handle my meals even though that's supposed to be my responsibility," you explain quietly. With a small pause, you realize how the air in the office turned awkward, making you explain yourself further. "W-well I technically didn't really cook much; I only made the rice, cut up some vegetables, cooked it together with some meat, and arranged it. It really isn't much compared to what you do, but I just wanted to return the favor after everything you've done for me," you ramble quickly before realizing that you just made the situation even more awkward. In an instant, you try to hide your face and clear your throat. "W-we don't have to eat it if you don't-" you shyly start again before Artem cuts you off.

"You cooked for me?" Artem whispers, his tone reflecting his touched and confused feelings. You nod again at Artem before you hear his steps approach you. The load in your hands seem to lighten, and you see one of the lunch boxes you packed in Artem's hand. "Let's just eat here then," he softly offers, a small smile on his face. You nod with a smile on your face, feeling slightly relieved that he accepted your gift. After unwrapping and reheating the food, you two are seated on the couch and eating the meal you prepared. However, there's a slight problem: you messed up the seasoning; you only realize it after you take a bite and realize how bland the meal is. Sadly, Artem already had a couple bites while reading the document on his tablet, making you cringe at your mistake. You can only await his comments about the food, making you try to distract yourself by reading a document for the case.

An awkward silence lands over you as you nervously scan through the lines of the document. Although you feel like you need to break the silence, you know that it would still be too awkward for you. The most you could do was to shovel your bland stir-fry into your mouth and to cry internally about forgetting to season your own food. Seriously, how do you forget to season vegetables and meat? While you're mentally kicking yourself about this, you manage to not hear Artem trying to call your attention to the point that he needs to tap you on the head. When you realize what just happened, your cheeks burn red from embarrassment. Trying to compose yourself, you look up to see Artem staring at you blankly.

"W-what is it? D-did you f-find anything?" you stutter out, making you internally scream at yourself again. At the worst possible moment, your tongue slips on the syllables of your words, and you can only hope that Artem notices your nervousness.

"Not yet," he answers softly, "but you have been awfully quiet. Is everything okay?" Of course, he would notice; the top attorney of Stellis would definitely notice any abnormal behavior out of his partner.

You only sigh in defeat before you admit your mistake: "I forgot to season the food, so I just gave you bland food." You want to bury yourself into the ground, so your embarrassment can disappear. However, Artem's reaction catches you slightly off guard.

"The food was fine," Artem responds in an attempt to ease your feelings. "Yes, it was bland, but that's an easy fix compared to cooking it incorrectly." While honest with your cooking, you can't help but feel him picking at his words to not offend you. Because of this, you still feel upset about your lack of memory and don't notice him watching your face twist at your cringe. He carefully sets down the empty container and gently places his hand over yours. Not expecting his warm hands on yours, the blood suddenly rises in your cheeks, and your heart pounds against your chest. "Bland food is better than burnt food. I'm just glad that someone even tried to cook for me, alright?" Artem comforts you as his fingertips slightly press into your skin. You can only nod at him and not make eye contact, slightly relieved by his reaction.

"Next time, I'll make you something better then!" you promise out loud, finally making eye contact with him. With a bright smile on your face, his eyes widen in shock before a moment before returning your smile. His hand squeezes yours for a moment before letting go and turning his body towards you.

"Maybe you should try to cook when we're not overloaded with a case. I know you forgot to add the seasoning because you didn't get enough sleep last night," Artem reasons, patting your head. In shock, you stare at him, trying to piece together how he figured it out.

When you get stuck, you finally ask, "How did you know that?" Your eyes try to blink the tiredness away from your eyes as he stares at you with a smile on his lips.

"I know the work we have to do, and we're partners. Do you really think I wouldn't be able to figure out that you didn't sleep enough after seeing you get more coffee?" he asks. Trying to figure out how he knew you grabbed more coffee for yourself, he awkwardly clears his throat to cut off any questions you have, "I mean, you rarely get coffee around noon since I tell you that I'm going to order lunch soon." Understanding his logic, your cheeks grow red from embarrassment as he seems to read you like a book. Hiding your hands in your face, you hear Artem move off of the couch for a moment and walk to somewhere near his desk. You look over at him as he searches for something in his closet.

"Do you need any help looking for something?" you ask cautiously before standing up. You are about to walk over to him when he finally pulls out a folded blanket from the closet. Glancing over at you, he shoots you a small smile before closing the door and walking towards you.

"Lay down," he tells you, and you can only warily relax your body on the couch. He sits down beside you before unfolding the blanket and covering your body, adjusting the edges of the blanket to cover the entirety of your back and shoulders. "Take a rest. I have energy because of your food, but you must be exhausted from cooking in the morning," Artem quietly explains as he carefully tucks a pillow underneath your head. Before you can protest that two minds are better than one in the new case, he cuts you off, "Not having enough sleep will impede your logic and thinking. It's best if you sleep and let your mind process it for a bit." While you acknowledge that his explanation makes sense, you can't help but feel like you're not doing your part of the work for the case.

"But I want to finish another part before I rest," you complain quietly, almost feeling your lips pout. Although you want to keep working, your body feels warm under the blanket, slowly lulling you to sleep. "I should at least finish reading the document," you mutter out as you curl up under the blanket. Within another minute or two, your mind already eases your thoughts into silence, and you're sleeping soundly with the blanket covering half of your face. When you stop talking, Artem glances over to see you sleeping peacefully like a child and chuckles at you. His hand carefully brushes your hair away from your face, and his voice quietly mutters something.

"Thank you for today. Sleep well."

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Okay, I'll admit that this one is really sweet. I swear someone is going to get diabetes from reading these sort of things lol. Anyways, I hope you liked this one! I know that this isn't exclusive to Artem's birthday, but I still wanted to write something sweet because it is his birthday. Anyways, I hope to see you in the next one!

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