#zuo ran x you

[lake-spy]

Meeting You At The Subway

Artem x GN! Reader, Song Fic.

check out 12:28 by Jeiven! 1369 words.

small note: It's my first fic that I'm publishing, so I'm sorry if it's odd in a way!

Summary:

—>A few days ago, Artem's car broke down and required repair. As a result, he decided to start using the subway to get to the law firm. Little did he know that someone would catch his eye while he was on the train. Since then, he has found himself using the train often just so that he can see you.

Lately, Artem has been taking the subway train to work. He’s running to come through as he looks around for a nice seat when he sees an empty chair by the window. Artem took a seat, checked the time and sighed. It’s 12 in the afternoon, well, precisely 12:22 pm. He knew he would clock in to work late today, which would be unusual for others to see him arrive so late. He wished that his car hadn’t broken down a few days ago; it would’ve been quicker to drive to the law firm rather than to commute there. Artem leaned back against his seat, closing his eyes and trying to regain his breath after running so that he could reach the train on time. Even though he knew the train would leave at 12:30 pm, rushing there was better than being sorry. He looked at the train door, watching people go in and out; the train was bustling and loud. Oh, but little did Artem know there was someone fair and pretty who would catch his attention.

    At 12:28 pm, you came rushing inside the train, nearly missing it by 2 minutes. You leaned over to a post— breathing heavily before taking a seat across Artem. Seeing you made him forget about the world and noise around him. Now he’s wondering who you are. You’ve wholly caught his attention overall. He hadn’t even noticed how long he had been staring at you until the train started moving and your eyes locked with his. Artem quickly looked away and cleared his throat. Now, he wouldn’t be the one to believe in such absurd things as love at first sight, but when his eyes locked with yours? It felt like fate. When Artem looked back at you, he noticed you were still on him; it honestly almost made him blush out of embarrassment. He took note of how your eyes sparkled like diamonds underground.  

You looked so simple, yet when you started smiling, it was as if he had caught a glimpse of heaven. How cute… He quickly shook his head at that thought and mentally berated himself for even thinking that you were cute. You are a stranger and don’t know each other well. He shouldn’t be thinking like that towards you. He looked away from you, averting his attention from you. Instead, he focused on the window. He swore he nearly heard you chuckle at him.  He wondered if you caught his tired and weary face; Artem hoped you didn’t.

You smiled softly at the sight of the handsome stranger before you. It was cute how hard he tried not to seem flustered; although he was trying to hide it, his ears were visibly red—it almost made you chuckle. You knew that you would much prefer to do your daily routine while you were on the train, which was starting your work through your phone. But right now? You would much like observing the pretty man with beautiful brown hair and striking blue eyes like aquamarine gemstones. While you would much like to keep your eyes on him, you did not want to seem like a creep, so you searched inside your bag for your phone; only then would you see the book you’ve been meaning to start but never had the time for. 

You’ll just read the book for now while sneaking small glances at the man before you, though you quickly got immersed in the book before you could even glance at him again. 

Throughout the ride to the CBD station, Artem wondered if he said “Hello,” would you say it back or just ignore him? The train arrived at his stop before he could even stand up and shoot his shot. Artem sighed and grabbed his stuff. As he did so, he noticed that you’d put away your book and grabbed your bag, standing up to leave. It seems like this was your stop as well. Though, he can’t waste his time talking to you right now. He’s already late for work. So, with that being said, he quickly left the station and made his way to the law firm while you went the other way. 

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From then on, Artem took the subway almost every other day just to catch a glimpse of you. While his car was already fixed and he could have started driving to the Themis Law firm instead, he chose to commute. The first time he saw you was on the first of December at 12:28 p.m. For any other person on the train, that date would be irrelevant, but to him, it signified the feeling of fate from seeing you. 

Today, the train was calmer than before; he didn’t have to rush through the door. But alas, Artem had to, hoping to see you once more. He entered with a small smile, looking around for a seat down the aisle. It was 12 in the afternoon, 12:22 pm, the same time he had come here on the first time he had to use the train a few days ago. Artem had noticed that he hadn’t seen the familiar (your hair colour)ed stranger. He frowned a bit but knew deep down that he’d eventually see you again in just a moment. He eventually found a seat. It was by the window again. Artem knows that window seats are pretty, but it would be better if you were with him. Never in his life had he been so mesmerised by your pretty (your eye colour) eyes. Eyes that shine like stars in the night sky, eyes sparkling like diamonds. He wished he could look at them for a bit longer than just small glimpses. 

Artem sighed and looked out the window, then at his phone, looking for some sort of distraction for the moment. But, his mind drifts off elsewhere. He wonders if it would ever be possible for your hands to intertwine with his. He wondered how soft it would be, and even if it weren’t as soft– he wouldn’t have minded as long as he held your hand. Eventually, he heard the familiar footsteps enter the train. At 12:25, he saw you seated next to the sky (window). As if almost immediately, his heart jumped at the sight of you.  

As the train goes by, Artem loses track of time. 

Eight times Artem met you at the same place and time if only he had known and noticed all the different signs. You caught him staring at you seven times in six stops today, and in five seconds, he had already forgotten where he was going and which way. It was a bit embarrassing for him, and it could’ve been if you hadn’t approached him, finally making a move on each other after so long. He looked at you with blue eyes, a little surprised to see you approaching him. You would have been lying to yourself if you hadn’t noticed how your eyes locked on each other longer than usual. 

“Hey.” you greeted first. A voice so warm and welcoming, and boy— did his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. Artem’s voice got stuck in his throat for a second; he looked away from you and cleared his throat to regain his composure. 

“Hey…”  he greeted back, his voice a little strained, and oddly enough, it sounded nervous. He never expected to hear himself sound like that. And as a response to hearing his own voice, his cheeks burned light pink. It was such an adorable sight for you. You chuckled a little before you took a seat right next to him. 

“Y/n, and you are?” You smiled. 

“Artem… Artem Wing.”  

“Well, Artem, I believe it’s finally time we started getting to know each other. No?” You replied with a slightly cheerful tone, tilting your head and grinning right at him. His heart fluttered at the sight. He only gave you a slight nod, returning your smile. 

Perhaps this could be the start of something new between you. Perhaps he was right about meeting you as destiny. He’ll be forever thankful for meeting you on December 12:28

[nagisadelune]

Headcanon: Cooking For Artem

(Definitely not edited)

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!

[psychopomparia]

[calqlate]

ARTEM WING

— KEY

☼︎ fluff

☂︎ angst

☁︎ comfort

— ONESHOTS

even so, i'll still love you | x gn! reader ☂︎ - pining (one-sided)

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[lieran03]

Hi! I'm kind of a new writer on tumblr, but I hope that I can share some of my work here and entertain all of you. With that being said, I'm more than willing to do some request for fiction, here's the rules and my fandom:

1. Ensemble Stars

2. Tears of Themis

3. Mr. Love Queen's Choice

4. Aoppella

5. Some other anime (you can ask me first)

How to request? Please kindly follow this guide:

1. Fandom you want:

2. The character:

3. The pairing:

4. The prompt or how the story goes: (at least give me some ideas so I won't misinterpret your meaning):

5. The genre:

But do note that I didn't make:

1. Poly relation, incest, or big age gap - underage

2. I didn't do NSFW, slight is okay

3. Romantic only for fem×male, platonic for femxfem, malexmale

4. I won't do yandere topic

I will tell if there's other thing that I'm not comfortable with the request

And for all, please do take note that I might take too long for the request since I'm working. There might be a lot of typos and grammatical error (English isn't my first language). And I really like to hear your feedback ^^

I think that's all! I'll wait for your request~

If you don't mind too, you can follow me on twitter: @/lieran_03

See you on the request box!

[icypopz]

when their s/o gets injured ♡

↬ request from anon ; could I request the NXX boys with a s/o who received the injury while they were away and how would they take care of them during their healing process?

↬ notes ; artem wing (zuo ran), luke pearce (xia yan), marius von hagen (lu jinghe), vyn richter (mo yi) x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; hihi!! unfortunately i was quite busy this week so i wasn't as active 😵 also as someone who's often in hospital i rly related to this request :') but anyways i hope you enjoy!

↬ warning(s) ; reader has an unspecified injury to their foot, artem + luke carry reader (but they're crazy strong so they can def lift u up dw)

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

[ artem wing / zuo ran ! ]

as soon as artem heard that you were injured, he would want to drop everything he was doing and rush to be by your side at once. unfortunately, reality means that he can't just ditch his job, so he finishes his work so quickly that even celestine is surprised and he heads home at once.

upon seeing the state of your foot and the way you wince in pain as you try to hobble towards him and greet him, artem lifts you up like you weigh nothing and brings you straight to the bedroom. he surrounds you with a million pillows and if necessary, elevates your foot with a stack of cushions too. for the entire time that you're injured, artem applies for permission to work at home, and he'll be by your side day and night. whatever you need, he'll get it for you at once so you don't even have to lift a finger.

when he realises that you're feeling upset about your injury, artem would hold your palm in his, gently squeezing your hand as he listens to you talk about your worries. he understands that such a sudden injury can be earthshaking, especially when it results in such a loss of autonomy. but artem wants you to know that he'll be with you every step of the way until and after you're 100% healed.

more content utc !

[ luke pearce / xia yan ! ]

luke would be working at the antique store when you call him and tell him you've injured your foot while at work. his first emotion is complete and utter panic, he can't lose you again- but then he snaps back into focus and tells you he'll be on the way immediately. he grabs a bunch of things that might be helpful like an ice pack, bandages and cotton pads before driving to your workplace at lightning speed (he definitely runs a couple of red lights in his hurry).

once luke brings you home, he won't even hear one single word about how you want to help him, or how he shouldn't worry too much about you. he'll just carry you and lay you down on the sofa, putting on your favourite tv show to help pass the time while he goes to prepare a meal for you. he does his best to keep you as involved as possible, asking you about which spices you want, and walking to the couch just to give you a taste test. at that point you both remember that he's terrible at cooking, so you settle for ordering takeout instead LOL.

throughout the course of your recovery, luke flits about you like a worried butterfly. he doesn't want you to strain yourself, so even when you're taking your first few steps again, luke is the one who looks like he's going to pass out from nervousness. if you ever tell him that you feel like a burden because you aren't able to do anything for now, luke will reassure you with soft kisses and whispered words of comfort. as someone with a chronic illness, he understands how useless you can feel when you're bedridden, so he knows just what to say to help you feel better.

[ marius von hagen / lu jinghe ! ]

marius is actually the bane of his directors' existence. the second you call him and tell him you're injured, he dismisses everyone in the meeting room, muttering something about rescheduling it to another day. he leaves everything up to poor vincent, who's forced to deal with the wrath of the old men on the board of directors. marius drives way over the speed limit back home, and he doesn't care at all about the accumulated speed tickets he's going to have to pay - nothing is more important than getting to you asap.

once he's got you tucked into bed and is convinced that you aren't in mortal danger, marius is soo dramatic about the whole thing it's almost as if he's the one that's injured. "but i was so worried about you! you almost drove me to an early grave, is that what you want, mx lawyer?!" he clutches his heart and stumbles around the room, which at least succeeds in cheering you up a little. unfortunately, marius can't skip out on work to be with you because pax would probably fall apart in two seconds without him at the wheel, so he relies on payton to give you everything you need (it shows how much he trusts his butler that he even entrusts your safety to him).

marius would spend as much time with you as he could, always cuddled up next to you and resting his head in the crook of your neck as you thread your hands through his hair. he'll talk about everything under the sun, hoping it distracts you from your pain. when you confess that you've been feeling down because of your injury, marius comforts you the best way he can, letting you vent as much as you need to get everything off your chest. after that he tells you that he'll treat you like royalty every day if it means that you'll feel less bad about him doing it while you're injured.

[ vyn richter / mo yi ! ]

one of the perks of running your own workplace is that you can do whatever you want, and that is exactly what vyn does. when he hears you're injured, he informs his receptionist that he'll be unavailable for the next few days except for patients with extremely urgent needs that can't be handled by the nurses. with that out of the way, he calls ogier and drives home at once, not caring how many traffic lights he ignores.

anyone who saw vyn at the time might say that he was unbothered about your injury upon looking at the way he calmly handled the situation, merely asking you what happened and checking the prescribed medications. but you know better, because you notice all the small details about him that no one else would; the way his usually flawless hair is now messy, or how his eyes flicker to you every second as if you're going to disappear into thin air, or the way his hand is ever so slightly trembling as he holds onto you so tightly.

as a psychiatrist, vyn can spot the signs of how upset you are before you say anything, but he waits for you to tell him first because he doesn't want to put any pressure on you. when you open up to him, vyn isn't judgemental at all, he listens to you carefully and reminds you that your feelings are valid. after all, it must have been incredibly difficult for you to cope with such an unexpected injury, and he's so proud of you for being so strong. vyn would help you start to walk again, and the look in his eyes when you take your first few steps on your own almost makes the whole thing worth it.

✧ thank you for reading ! if you have a request, feel free to send it in 🌠

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[kazumist]

WHAT LOVING HIM FEELS LIKE .ᐟ

✩ — includes: nxx men x gn!reader. reader is not rosa. fluff <3. no cws. wc: 589. please reblog !! it would help a real lot. jinghe = marius, xia yan = luke, mo yi = vyn, zuo ran = artem (just to avoid confusion!).

lu jinghe — !

the times where he would endlessly tease you until no end, the smirk that you oh so wanted to wipe off of his face still stitched onto his features as his confidence was very much loud between the two of you. loving lu jinghe can be quite messy. the times where you’d stay in his studio watching him paint and you hadn’t realized that you dozed off until he shook your shoulders to wake you up. or the times where you’d get mad at his idiotic teasing as he continuously apologized to you.

although loving him can be messy, it can also be nice and caring. the small moments where he would softly smile at you while you two were on a small date in a dessert shop, you could already sense the love he holds for you through that small glint in his eyes if you stared back at him.

xia yan — !

sweet as candy and as affectionate as he can be. that’s how he loves you; you’d never leave his mind if you two were far from each other. he’d try to spend a lot of time with you; who wouldn’t want so many memorable moments with their beloved? the little instances where you would randomly bump into each other on the street and soon spend the rest of your time together, whether it was just watching films with cuddles or just playing around in xia yan’s antique shop.

sweet, is how you would describe what loving xia yan feels like. the excitement in your chest when you see him means that you know that you will have a great time with him again today. but there will also be a few butterflies in your stomach as he makes you blush, but he blushes harder than you.

mo yi — !

as much as he enjoys music, loving mo yi is like playing the same track over and over again. it’s a never ending feeling of joy and fondness you hold for each other. even if you replayed this track, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. no matter how much you two bond over music, it doesn’t matter because your favorite track will still be his expression of appreciation for you. 

the track containing his soft words of confession towards you—how could you get tired of it? it’d make your heart flutter every time. although most flowers would wilt, you, being his rose in his heart, would never dwindle, for he would cherish it with the utmost care and love it more than anything. the rose in his heart could never wilt like other flowers, could it?

zuo ran — !

a balloon making it’s way up in the air before slowly popping. it’s how zuo ran’s heart would explode every time he was with you. he wonders how a person like you could be with him, but he isn’t complaining. he’s quite grateful that he’s got someone like you with him. the blush creeping up to his cheeks as you fix his tie because it was messy while the two of you are alone at his office is something that he can’t quite control as he tries to regain his composure and stop himself from stuttering.

loving zuo ran would be a nice feeling. a bit cliché during some moments, but overall, it’s just a nice feeling to have. delicate feelings in each other’s hands, his being with yours, and vice versa. it was fragile—this was fragile. but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right?

[ffxvficrec]

by R4inbows_H4t In the middle of summer, you and Olette have decided to move somewhere else for your guy's last year of being a junior. Or. A story about different game characters just enjoying and living life as a teenager. (Disclaimer: the characters being tagged are not the only characters that will appear in the story. AO3 please you tag cap.) Words: 3334, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) , Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) , 崩坏3rd | Honkai Impact 3rd (Video Game) , 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) , 未定事件簿 | Tears of Themis (Video Game) , Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) , Final Fantasy VII Remake and Rebirth (Video Games 2020-2024) , Final Fantasy VIII , Final Fantasy X , Final Fantasy X-2 , Final Fantasy XV Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings , No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F , F/M , Gen , M/M , Multi Characters: Olette (Kingdom Hearts) , Hayner (Kingdom Hearts) , Pence (Kingdom Hearts) , Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail) , Traveler (Genshin Impact) , Sora (Kingdom Hearts) , Riku (Kingdom Hearts) , Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) , Kiana Kaslana | K-423 , Bronya Zaychik (Honkai Impact 3rd) , Raiden Mei (Honkai Impact 3rd) , Luke Pearce , Zuo Ran | Artem Wing , Mo Yi | Vyn Richter , Lu Jinghe | Marius von Hagen , Main Character | Qiangwei | Rosa (Tears of Themis) , Cloud Strife , Tifa Lockhart , Aerith Gainsborough , Ace Trappola , Deuce Spade , Jack Howl , Epel Felmier , Riddle Rosehearts , Trey Clover , Leona Kingscholar , Ruggie Bucchi , Azul Ashengrotto , Vil Schoenheit , Rook Hunt , Kalim Al-Asim , Jamil Viper , Idia Shroud , Ortho Shroud , Malleus Draconia , Lilia Vanrouge , Squall Leonhart , Rinoa Heartilly , Cid Highwind , Tidus (Kingdom Hearts) , Wakka (Final Fantasy X Series) , Rikku (Final Fantasy X Series) , Yuna (Final Fantasy X Series) , Noctis Lucis Caelum , Lunafreya Nox Fleuret , Prompto Argentum Relationships: Kong | Aether (Genshin Impact) & Reader , Ying | Lumine (Genshin Impact) & Reader , Sora (Kingdom Hearts) & Reader , Sora (Kingdom Hearts)/Reader , Hayner/Olette (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Crack , Crack Crossover , Fluff and Crack , Humor , Attempt at Humor , Crossover , Fluff , Slice of Life , Alternate Universe - High School , Alternate Universe - No Powers , Eventual Romance , Kairi Appreciation (Kingdom Hearts) , Song: Are You Bored Yet? (Wallows ft. Clairo)

[eyenaku]

Ji ji fu ji ji

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[geoculiiis]

soft....artem x nb reader maybe....pls...just. hands

“strength in numbers, heat in hands” : artem wing

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[ *tooth rotting fluff *artem wing once again doesn’t know what he’s doing but he is trying his best at it for sure *wandering hands??? but like the sfw kind *hurt/comfort but it’s temperature/comfort instead *tw for artem’s sick wheels and big hands*also artem has the cold feet in the relationship and he will make it known EVERY night in bed

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[ the night is young and the season is fierce. it’s a late night at the firm, and the infamous ‘libra’ makes the mistake of letting you slip out before he can take you home.

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[ brain is mush. late night winter apartment? dark and cold. domestic artem hands... soft and warm. good.

“stop” a recognizable voice rings in your ear. your steps come to a grinding halt when you feel a hand latch onto your thin office jacket. its’ grip is not tight but it still prevents you from moving.

“artem” you coo, your playful eyes looking back into his stern ones “it’s only the beginning of november. a little chill won’t hinder my way home.” with a light tug your jacket is now free from his grasp, though he still gives you one of his trademark eye rolls.

“i specifically directed that you left early in the winter months due to a lack of transportation. you should rest assured that stuffing you in the back seat of my suv isn’t necessarily a bother.” his hands glide over a few nxx folders on your desk, quietly admiring their tidiness “just because i’m working late tonight doesn’t mean i can’t drop you off and come ba-”

ring . . .

artem groans silently to himself, pinpointing the sound coming from his office. “i have to take this” he sighs “i’ll be back to take you home in five to ten minutes.”

yet when you hear his brisk footsteps and the slamming of a door, you grin to yourself. the sun is only setting now, and the street is guarded by lamps. “surely he wouldn’t miss me if i left early?” you thought to yourself, deciding to leave a small notecard on your desk. the words “i’ll call you when i get home -y/n” written in bold penmanship.

“reports suggest that christmas will be coming early in stellis” a reporter states, making vague gestures to the map behind her “as we could get up to two feet of snow and several fallen trees within the park areas”

celestine is once again grateful for having the deed to the entire building, as any innocent renter below the snack bar would think they were smuggling a clocktower complex inside. his footsteps are loud and fast, pacing back and forth as much as he can in a room filled with paperwork.

“with how big the cloud cover is, there’s a chance they probably sent the message and it hasn’t come through yet, right?” she finds him walking briskly into your office, a room of which he was once terrified of going in alone. “artem, damn it, artem-!” she calls again, looking up at the popup on her phone: a power blackout in y/n’s part of town. she runs to follow him, bumping into his back when she finds him standing perfectly still. there, he stares at the corner of y/n’s desk. there, are their apartment keys.

.

and that’s where he’s ended up now, thankful now more than ever he knows the back streets and alleyways of stellis. he drives cautiously, but certainly at no speed that could be considered legal. he flicks on the cab lights as he reaches the dark area, silently praising kiki for the idea. by the time his car is shut off, a foot is already on the sidewalk, opting to take the stairs over the out of commission elevator. he thinks he can hear the bellhop asking who he is. he does not answer.

what is stellis’ uprise will also be stellis’ downfall. their technology is fantastically advanced, though when the major tech installations came in back in 2026, several thousands of old furnaces, boilers and air conditioners went for scrap - leaving barely any backup power or generators for most high-end facilities when the electronic grid is struck.

as he climbs to the eighth floor, he’s stripping himself of his blazer, juggling it between his phone flashlight and tying it around his waist like a middle schooler.  he legs it down the halls to find your room, and if the situation weren’t so dire, he’d look hilarious.

“y/n!” he breathes upon seeing you around the corner, staring at your chilled figure. he wastes no time in picking you up; he quietly dreads the jog back down, phone in mouth, though he’d never say it.

“here.” he grabs a few more blankets from the back, draping them over you. you’re pretty tired and out of it- the comforting scent of artem’s cologne-covered blazer isn’t exactly helping. the last you really remember is snuggling into the tailored fabric and succumbing to the weakness in your limbs.

“here” you hear again, this time a little clearer than the last. you wipe your foggy eyes, looking around to unfamiliar surroundings. with all due respect to artem, his apartment...is exactly what you would have expected. the only things you can really see have changed in god knows how long he’s been living here are a few family photos on the wall, clothing and tech in various places and an empty box of asian takeout on his coffee table. the rest is, well, default.

your eyes snap back to your nearby surroundings. a few pieces of clothing lie parallel to the takeout. there, stiff as a board, artem struggles how to hold you as you sleep in his arms. at some point he has changed into a loose button up and some black skinny jeans. despite the slight chill left in your bones, a laugh stifles from your lips.

“is something funny? i brought some clothing for you to sleep in tonight.” his face contorts as he gestures at the stack on the table, opting to look away in embarrassment.

“i never pictured you walking around barefoot in jeans.” you comment, and his face only burns brighter. “well, ehm-- many people- wear-- casual.. clothing.” he feels like dying at his choice of words, heart melting when a full giggle comes out of your mouth. “alright, may i ask how i got here?” your voice is weak from your sleepy state, but you lean over to grab at a large nightgown. his nightgown, you note.

“you forgot your keys at the firm, i’m sure you know by now. i came to get you but by that point the power was out in your district. i didn’t want you to sleep on a clammy paperwork-filled sofa bed therefore i brought you to my place. i.. i hope that was an acceptable thing of me to do.” he sighs, face returning to its’ fire-y glow.

“did you seriously just ask me if it was indecent of you to save me from hypothermia?” you snort, perhaps a little more blunt than usual. this elicits a soft hum from him, making him stand up. the lighting is dim in his lounge but, unbeknownst to him, you can still make out how rosy his cheeks are.

at the sight of you throwing the nightgown over your shoulders and beginning to unravel the layers underneath, artem shuffles awkwardly. he moves to get up, not wanting to disturb you. “i’ll make some hot cocoa” his voice cracks, feet sliding across the wooden paneling.

“wait, artem-” you hand reaches out to him, grabbing two of his fingers. he turns to you almost instantly with a look of worry. “is.. something wrong, y/n?”

“i’m.. still a little cold. do you mind staying with me a little bit more?” your voice is timid, unsure of his reaction. artem blinks a little, gears turning in his head. how you managed to change in that time frame, he’ll never know.

“sure, yeah. here,” he sits beside you, shifting so that you’re huddled in his lap. his chest vibrates against your back every time he talks, providing a grounding rhythm to focus on. “hold still.” he says lightheartedly, proceeding to shove his hands in under your shirt.

“artem!” you scold, ready to start slinging profanities. you don’t even have the chance to do so before a blanket is thrown over your face, however. you slip it over your head. turning to look at him. “would you be quiet?” he says, and you realize that you may have gotten the wrong idea. “i was just placing my arms on your stomach because they’re warm.” the senior attorney spouts, refusing to look you in the eyes. with a petty huff and a lip pout, he snuggles his head into your shoulder. “put your hands on mine. you’ll keep warm like that.”

and you decide, rather suddenly, that perhaps you’d relish in the fact that you now had a pair of rather large and familiar hands-- with veins and joints to trace your fingers over. . . .

“hey! quit that, artem! your feet are cold!”

[nagisadelune]

Headcanon: Meeting Artem in University

(Definitely not edited)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah right. Only caught his attention.

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

[crispin-kreme]

artem definitely kins mr darcy (from pride and prejudice) literally mr darcy is the most awkward man ive ever met in literature. but anyways- yes he kins mr darcy.

why? they dont know how to court, they literally do anything that mc favors (mr darcy dances with elizabeth when she said dancing is better for conversing, artem brings mc’s favorite cake to work oml)

also artem might have done that hand flex thingy after holding mc’s hand.

ugh fucking iconic scene

[calqlate]

i've just returned to tot so pls use my code (WDEPKUK56N) thanku (it wld be greatly appreciated) <333

n e who i deleted lds (my phone has terrible memory space) just to go back to tot and get SSS artem (bc i failed to get him last year on my taiwan server acc) and guess who came home not once, but twice on a 10 pull???

in other words, my wife rly missed me 🫶🫶🫶 (imy too gorgeous UGHHH life has been hard without you 😭😭😭)

[epiphyllous]

putting into perspective (Artem/Reader)

Notes: gender-neutral reader; reader is not Rosa; Artem/Reader + mild Rosa/Luke with references made to past Rosa/Artem, Celestine POV

Summary: Celestine can see the way Artem is falling in love with you before he realizes it himself, and at least that’s something that hasn’t changed.

Word Count: ~2.5k

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Celestine thinks a part of her success is owed to her skills of observation. Simply put, she sees clues in evidence and cases that clear the way for her victory in court, and she sees best when she takes notice of people. It’s how she knows when people aren't being fully honest in their testimony, it's how she hires those that fill the desks of Tears of Themis, and it’s how she was able to find and keep Artem as her sole senior attorney amidst the sea of graduates before anyone else could make claim (or even attempt to).

Very few things go overlooked within her firm. And for a person who is as unchangeable as Artem for the past few years, it was inevitable that she would notice when he began to change.

Celestine has to admit that the change is quite subtle. It is nowhere nearly as obvious when she caught a whiff of his puppy-love crush on the passionately talented young Rosa. (It was a relationship she had been hoping to cultivate. But then she sees Rosa smile brilliantly at a brown-haired detective after work, with Artem looking at them with a far-off look, and she stops. As much as she advocates for Artem’s happiness, she knows better than to try and force something that will never happen.)

The first change Celestine truly sees is the small succulent that sits on his desk.

When she asked him what it was, Artem gave her the scientific name Haworthia retusa, which had never even crossed her mind to even ask for.

"...It's a decoration," Artem tells her after a brief, mildly stubborn pause.

"Since when did you care about decorating your office?"

"I recall someone telling me my office felt cold and unwelcoming. Various times, in fact."

"Wonder what intelligent woman gave you that advice," Celestine replies cheerfully, ignoring the withering look Artem gives her. "But you never listen to me, so why the sudden change of heart?" Celestine picks up the star cactus and looks at the gloss of its leaves and thinks: water-efficient, low-maintenance, simple but effective aesthetic. Someone sure knows her senior attorney well.

Celestine swears she can palpate the anxiety Artem exudes as he prepares himself for a barrage of questions, but then she puts the succulent down and decides to leave it be. If Artem does a quiet sigh of relief, she mercifully ignores it-- for now.

The next week, Artem is relatively more guarded, going out to cases more often and leaving his phone to the side during work hours. (Now that Celestine thinks about it, she’s seen him texting more frequently in the past few weeks instead of calling. She had assumed it was for a client or perhaps even Rosa, but now she’s quite convinced it was neither.) If Artem is wary when she enters his office, she pretends to see neither here nor there, asking him questions unrelated to work but never about the mysterious note with someone else's handwriting that was left on his lunch, or the way he glances at his phone as if he’s expecting someone to message him.

The succulent stays innocuously on his desk, clean and well-maintained.

Her patience is rewarded when, sure enough, the next time she goes into his office, two more succulents have joined the first one. Then in the next week, in the center of his conference table is a golden scale of justice with white opaque stones placed on each side. On another week, the succulents are joined by an orchid, which Artem so helpfully provides that it, too, is a succulent. (Celestine muses whether or not Artem’s office will slowly transform into a garden.)

Celestine vaguely wonders if Artem is naive enough to think she truly believes his new decor is a part of his newly found passion for interior design. Surely, the keychain that sits on the shelf behind couldn't be labeled as 'decor' as well, especially not a keychain from a popular anime, that has parts of the firm in a frenzy, and that Celestine is quite sure he had not known even existed a few weeks prior.

Looking at everything, in the end, perhaps Artem has not changed too much. It’s very like him, after all, to cherish the items given to him by someone he cares for simply because it is valuable to someone he loves. Celestine has known Artem long enough to understand that he is a private person at heart, and yet, aware or not, he shows how he truly feels in the way he cares for the succulents gifted to him in his office or the way he’s saved the little lunch notes written for him, safe in his top drawer.

And Celestine watches, and observes, and sees-- and she knows she understands before Artem is aware that he’s falling in love with someone who’s falling just as hard as him. (And by God, she thinks it’s about time.)

Still, the question stands: who could have captured Artem’s attention so readily?

“Oh, Mr. Wing must be texting one of our past clients,” Rosa tells Celestine the next time she catches Artem quickly placing his phone face down when she enters the office. “He kept them in the loop for our case and they updated him on any possible dangers or problems.”

Celestine recalls: civil case, two months ago, medical malpractice that turned into criminal medical malpractice-- but the defendant was found not guilty due to external factors. The external factor, of course, is someone else framing the defendant. The amount of times Rosa is able to find the true culprit and also defend her own client from a false accusation is quite an alarming number. On that note…

“Wasn’t that case yours, Rosa? Why is he the one keeping contact with the client?” She asks, watching Rosa with amusement as the girl shuffles her papers around in an attempt to mask her fidgeting. “And didn't the case conclude a while back?”

“Oh, yes, that’s true,” Rosa stammers. “But I’m assuming there are some loose ends that they- I mean, that I needed to tie up, so I asked Mr. Wing to help since he’s, um, more well-versed in criminal lasuits--”

“'Loose ends,’ huh?” Celestine says with a wide smile. “How kind of your partner to take it upon himself in making sure your client is being taken care of. I’m sure they’re so ‘grateful’ that they’ve started sending him multiple gifts--”

“They also gave me gifts,” she blurts out, and Celestine almost feels bad for inducing the mild panic if she had not felt so giddy at the admission. “If- If you were wondering!”

“Celestine, what are you doing?”

“Oh, Artem!” Celestine clasps her hands together. “We were just talking about you.” she says, not missing the apologetic look Rosa gives Artem as he walks up to the both of them with a stony expression. (Though, not as stony as it was before, she realizes. It’s a twinge exasperated and less cold; has Artem’s expression always been open like this?)

“What about me?” He states flatly-- and well, at least that has not changed.

“Well, I heard a little rumor that...” She pauses. And there is the scent of cedarwood and cypress-- subtle but lingering, with a mild touch of lemon; she looks at Artem with a catnipped smile, and he immediately stiffens. “Mr. Artem Wing," she begins gleefully, "are you wearing a new cologne?” Celestine has never seen a blush travel upwards as quickly as it did on Artem’s as she spoke. “When did you start using this? And the scent!” She exclaims, ignoring the strangled sound he made, “I recognize the brand--”

Evidently flustered, Artem blusters out a vague answer about someone he knows using it, and she looks towards Rosa who’s mid-way between looking sympathetic and being just as panicked as her partner.

“This previous client of yours seems to have good tastes,” Celestine teases, winking at them. “I’m assuming they’re the one recommending you this cologne and giving you all those other ‘interior pieces?'”

“W-Well, the succulents…” Artem clears his throat, hand covering his mouth as he scrambles for a coherent answer. “The succulents were gifts... but the cologne-- the cologne is my choice.”

He avoids glancing at his partner who is just as surprised as she is, preferring to move past them with his briefcase in hand. “Rosa, we have a case,” he says quickly. “Let’s head out.”

“O-Oh, okay!” Rosa says, gathering the papers into her own luggage before trailing after Artem, mildly bewildered.

Celestine watches them speed off, laughing to herself, and wonders still what kind of person has captured Artem’s heart so readily for him to start making moves. To be sought after by a man as devoted as Artem-- well, that’s a privilege very few would be able to claim.

Celestine expected as much when Artem returned to the office, and for the next few weeks, refused to be open about his newly developed romantic relationship-- to an extent. When he starts talking to his coworkers amiably about a popular drama or actor, she wonders if he knows how obvious it is to all of them that he’s been talking to someone. Or not, she thinks, hearing Kiki and the others whisper among themselves that Senior Attorney Wing is interested in dramas too? Perhaps it is because Celestine knows that Artem is capable of falling in love, but others do not come to the same conclusion. It's still a work in progress, but they cannot yet imagine Artem being affectionate or romantic or anything remotely related to having a significant other.

The dramatic side of her cannot wait to see when the entire firm finds out. And that means making sure this relationship works out.

“Are you cooking them food? A way to a person’s heart has always been through their stomach, you know.”

“When’s their birthday? Even if they say they don’t need anything, you better get something for them.”

“Any plans for Valentine’s Day? Depending on what they want, you might want to celebrate on an off-day or reserve months in advance for the day of.”

Celestine admits she’s a (little) nosy and getting invested in Artem’s love life has always been sort of a pastime of hers. She has good intentions, and her advice is solid, even if she isn’t sure Artem is taking note of any of them.

But she knows he does when he goes and asks his coworkers any restaurant recommendations (they still don’t have a clue, though they’re just happy that Artem seems so much more approachable to them) or asks her (reluctantly) what type of gifts people normally give on Valentine’s Day.

Watching Artem fumble with his genuine affections for someone else has always been so endearing that she wants things to work out-- perhaps just as much as he does. He has always been a loner, and over the past few months, he has only grown more and more into himself. She wants Artem to be in love. By God, she wants happiness for him in a way only a few people can offer him.

It is when Celestine hears Artem laugh that cinch it all together as the decisive evidence that Artem is in love, and that he’s happy. And decisive it is, for the laugh is loud and free-- nothing like anyone would expect from someone as outwardly stoic as Artem. But perhaps the days of a cold and closed-off Artem are long gone. He will always hold his propensity to logic in high regard, and his passion for the law will never change, but he is now a man who loves and is loved.

And doesn’t love change you just a little bit, if only just to make you a little happier?

“So when are you introducing them to the rest of us?” Celestine asks one day when she peeks over his shoulders and sees him complete an order for a bouquet of flowers. She flashes him an award-winning smile when he shoots her an exasperated look out of instinct.

What she doesn’t expect is for Artem to pause and say, “The next time they visit, I suppose.”

Celestine pushes back the incredulous ‘you mean they’ve visited before and I never noticed?’ for a more surprising realization. “You mean you’re actually okay with us finding out about your significant other?”

“I am,” he says. “It’s been quite a while and…” The gentle smile he gives her is devastating. “And I think I want you all to get to know them before I invite them to the next company social event.”

“Ah, I see,” Celestine says, leaning back against his desk, feeling calmer than she expected. “So you want them to get used to us before throwing them into a large social gathering.”

“I know they would be fine either way, but do you blame me for wanting to ease them into meeting all of you?”

“And by ‘all of you,’ you really mean me, don’t you?” Celestine teases, watching as Artem huffs out a short breath of laughter. And suddenly, she is so, so proud of Artem, for giving himself another chance to be vulnerable and find someone that makes him proud to be with. "...I’m happy for you, Artem."

Artem pauses, looking up at Celestine as if only just realizing why she had been so adamant on finding him partners in life. "Thank you," he says gently, and she forgives him if this is what has given him the happiness he deserves.

"...So how many times exactly have they come to visit you without my knowing, hm?”

"...Don’t you have work to do?"

And days later, when you come with a celebratory cake to congratulate the firm on an annual anniversary, Celestine is able to gleefully watch the entire firm collectively lose their minds when you chastely kiss Artem on the cheek and he introduces you as his significant other.

Celestine walks up to you when you are finally free from Artem’s protective grasp and shakes your hand. You look up to her with a sweet smile and a glimmer of amusement, and Celestine knows immediately why Artem has fallen in love with you.

“So, you’re the one making my senior attorney redecorate his office,” Celestine says, smiling widely. “It’s so good to finally meet you.”

[artembrainrot]

Hand in Hand - [ArtemRosa]

A couple things to note before reading:

- I’ve not written anything like this in a couple of years & i wrote this at 4am so don’t expect brilliance.

- This is based on/a retelling of Artems personal story (part 2) so there’s spoilers for that.

- There's talk of domestic abuse but it never goes into any more detail (if anything it's less) than the original story does and is only briefly mentioned throughout.

- I wanted this to be an artemrosa fic but in case you don’t want it to be tried to avoid using a name however it does pop up a few times.

- I have read over this a couple of times but I'm super dyslexic so I most definitely missed a few mistakes but hopefully, that doesn't ruin it.

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“If not us, then who?” She glared at him. Heart beating endlessly it seemed as she waited for a response.

“I’ll handle the settlement part then.” There was an unwelcome. “We should break up for this case to pursue our approaches.” He regretted what he said almost instantly but the words kept rolling off his tongue before he even had time to process it.

“Break… up?” His words caught not only her but him off-guard too. She couldn’t understand why he would say that or why it pained her to hear those words escape his lips. She wanted say something but she could do nothing else but stare at the man in front of her as he lowered his head in lament. Why would he…

“Obviously, you disagree with what I’ve said just now. However, to this end, it would be best for us to work separately and do what we think is right.” He couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t really want this, did he?

“I’m..I’m sorry.” The words desperately stumbled out of her mouth trying to salvage what she could from the wreckage but it was no use. “I got carried away. I’ll- I’ll come up with a number for the settlemen-”

“I don’t want your apology, especially an insincere one at that.” He knew what he said then wasn’t a lie but it still pained him to say, especially to her. “We hold different views. Forced collaboration would not yield a positive result. I do believe this is the best way for us to go about it right now.”

“But-”

“But...” He interrupted her, knowing he couldn’t take the pain if she questioned it further “..We will leave the decision to the client. Is that understood?” He sounded cold as a boss should towards his employees He felt no longer felt like her work partner but her boss speaking in this manner towards her. He hated every moment of this but he couldn’t stop. “And don’t forget we are still working on the same case, the same side. I will need your daily report to keep me updated. That’ll be all.”

“Understood” There was a pause, as if she was going to say something else, but she swallowed her tongue, nodded and left the room with her head hung low. Artem gave a long sigh after he heard the door shut. He’d half expected a slam but that wasn’t like her, not in a place of work she was far too professional for that.

“Can private relationships really remain unaffected by disagreements in work?” He wondered as he glanced at t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ his workload on his desk. Maybe he was too full of himself, he couldn’t tell but what he was certain of was that she would not approve if he let his private life affect his work.

A week had passed since that day. Other than a couple of emails and a few texts, both only about their case progress, not a word was uttered to one another. When Artem entered the pantry, as he normally would if he knew she’d be there, Rosa would make an excuse to leave or simply go without even a glance towards him. On the off chance they saw each other in the hall or by the entrance at lunch they'd maybe give a pathetic smile to one another but it was rare the chance would even occur. After a few days, Artem resorted back to using the coffee machine in his office as he once did before however, it did not feel the same this time around. He no longer had a reason to be cooped up in his office like a loner, he felt his heart longing to be in there, spending time with her if not only for a couple of minutes. But there he was, hunched over, barely leaving his desk at all burying himself in his work, not truly giving in to what his heart desired as he listened to her voice from the other side of the door.

His absence didn’t go unnoticed. She felt the same loneliness as he did when she wasn’t joined in the pantry or when he stopped texting her at night, asking if she got home safe. She had worried that she pissed him off by ignoring him but truthfully she only did it since she didn’t know what to say. She never meant to offend. When had joined her in the pantry, and that one time she saw him at the entrance, all the words she thought of endlessly disappeared as the fear of upsetting him further crept upon her. Maybe she went too far… maybe she did exactly what she feared without even opening her mouth. It occurred to her as she sent progress reports to add a little message at the bottom apologising. She wanted him to know just how sorry she was or how she knows shouldn't have been so naive, and unprofessional but something would compel her from doing so. Unsure if it was the look in his eyes as he scolded her or his disappointed tone that echoed in her mind, she couldn’t let herself hit send no matter how much she longed to, telling herself that he'd only consider an apology insincere and so she let the week go on without any unnecessary contact exchanged between them.

She was out on work today, they should have been out together, helping Mrs. Lam on her case against her husband. He remembered how she wanted to take a trip to the mall to help Lam just into society before making her decision. He didn't understand the thought behind her reasoning but he knew that she had her reasons and that he'd follow her completely in what she chose. Or at least he thought he would, if things had been so simple maybe they wouldn't have been in this mess to begin with.

He found himself checking his inbox, again and again, frowning as it remained unoccupied by her name. He sighed.

“This many days and not even a single call." Whenever his phone would ring he would hope, almost beg for it to be Rosa, like a puppy waiting for its owner to arrive home but never did she return. He had all the mind to decline any and all other calls in case she happened to ring while he was busy, he couldn't take the risk of missing a phone call he didn't even know he would receive but this was Artem Wing, he was far too dedicated to his job to be so careless. It was only once he had planned on ignoring the phone as it rang for what felt like the hundredth time but something deep down was telling him to check. It was her. He grabbed his phone with such force he smacked his hand on his desk, but he didn’t notice nor did he care, he longed to hear her voice again.

“Mr. Wing, new evidence has come to light regarding the case.” She didn't sound mad, or angry at him. Maybe just maybe there was hope at the end of the tunnel? Maybe they would get through this. “When speaking with Sharon this afternoon, she spoke of a video she took of her husband as he spewed abuse at her and threw her phone on the ground. I was thinking I could go to the house to retrieve said evidence”

“New evidence? I’ll go with-” BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The phone ended before he had the chance to finish his sentence. Would she really put the phone down on him? Was he too harsh on her the other day for her to still be this mad? Had he gone too far by asking them to break up? He found it silly of himself to use those words as all they had was a working relationship, but that's what it felt like, at least to him. He was unsure if she felt the same or if there was only anger in her heart. But that didn't seem like Rosa at all, she wasn’t the type to feel such a way, not solely. Yet knowing this he could not sense what else was going through her mind and although he could feel it in his heart that the way the call ended was wrong, he put it down to the disappointment he felt from their short interaction.

One Hour. That’s all it had been since the phone call and although he had managed to carry on working it was still there in the back of his mind. He should call her back. He should see if everything is going okay with the case. Then, his phone flashed awake and his eyes darted towards the screen.

‘UNKNOWN CALLER’ This didn’t feel right at all.

“H-Hello? Is this Attorney WIng” A shy voice stuttered from the other end.

“Speaking. May I ask who this is?” He didn’t recognise the voice however it didn’t feel like a stranger.

“It’s- I’t's Mrs. Lams… I’m calling about M-Miss Rosa" Artem could hear that there was a hint of confidence behind her voice compared to the other times he had heard her speak, but he had no time to overthink it. He knew if Mr Lams was calling something must have happened. His heart sank to his stomach, but he didn’t interrupt her, he wouldn’t dare speak more than he had to in case he knocked her confidence.

“She w-went into my- the house to collect evidence but I fear he will come home any minute.” He knew exactly who ‘he’ was. Over the years spent in that house, she must have memorised his schedule. Calmly he told Mrs Lam that He’d contacted the authorities and that everything would be okay, that she would be okay. He had no idea how he stayed calm being as worried for her as he was but he refused to let his personal feelings affect a client.

“Until the authorities get there please stay out of plain sight in case he does return to the address, please stay well Mrs. Lam. The police will be there soon” He left no time after the call ended to call Darius and inform him of the situation. His emotions were most definitely clearer during this conversation but the way he appeared to others was no longer a priority, only she was. How could she be so stupid, so reckless he thought to himself. As much as he was worried he was as angry. What if something happened to her and he wasn’t there to stop it. What if he could never apologise for the words he spoke to her only seven days ago. He wanted to rush over there and help but what good would that do. He would never get there in time, not if he wanted to inform Celestine of what was happening as well. He decided to let the police do their job and meet her at the station.

She was fortunate of the events that occurred while she was in that house. Despite Sharon's soon to be ex-husband coming home to find her in his house alone and searching through his things, the police siren rang down the street, stopping him in his tracks before he could lay a finger on her. Although being escorted into a police car wasn’t on her list of things to do that day, she was thankful it was this instead of an ambulance. She had used the key Sharon had given her so it was unlikely an alarm was set off, so how did the police get there, and so quickly too. The thought lingered in her mind as she got closer and closer to the station.

“I never imagined I’d meet you again like this.” The aged man had a stern but soft look on his face. They had met a couple of times before this and she too never imagined herself to be seeing him under these circumstances. It was strange to find herself being questioned by someone she had worked within the past.

“Captain, you must believe that I’m no thief. My client asked me to receive something from the house-”

“You are Artem's hand-picked partner, Of course, I believe you. However, I can’t ignore procedures due to personal bias. Surely you must have a consent form from the client?”

She froze. How could she be so stupid to forget something so important? If Artem could see her now, she thought. She was already replaying how abruptly the phone had ended earlier and what he must have thought of her. It was only a matter of her phone dying but from his end, it would have seemed so normal based on the way she’d acted recently. She hoped he wouldn’t have been too angry at her once she explained but now with her being arrested, she had no idea how he’d react.

“You can call your client and have her deliver it”

How about someone from my office” She couldn’t risk the chance of Sharon seeing her husband not with how far she had come.

“As long as it gets delivered, we can investigate further into letting you go.” He nodded as he handed her a phone.

Who should she call? It would be smart of her to call Celestine and tell her all that's happened. She would have to be informed eventually so why drag out the inevitable? However Miss Taylor was a busy woman, surely it wouldn't be wise to disturb her and make her come all the way down here for one consent form. Her other option would be to call Artem. If this was any other week she would have done it already without even thinking but this was not any other week. This week she had been rude and dismissive to her partner. How stupid and immature, she thought herself to be in this moment. He didn't deserve for her to burden him with this right now. She should expect him to drop everything for someone to who he barely spoke for a week. With that in mind, she dialed Celestine's number and waited for an answer.

RING RING RING…. Every ring felt like eternity.

“Attorney Tayor speaking" She answered with her usual professional tone.

“Celestine..."

“There you are! Are you alright? Why did you turn your phone off we've been trying to get a hold of you all afternoon" Her tone quickly shifted to that of worry and concern as she explained what happened.

“No wonder Artem was..." The sentence she had begun ended as quickly as it began. Was this who she meant by 'we '?

“Artem was... what?"

“Don't worry about it, Of course, I'll have the letter of consent sent to you right away. We'll speak later." And with that, she ended the call.

Darius, having never left the room, overheard the conversation, and offered an answer to your question.

“Artem was the one who rang us. Rang me directly. He must have known something was going to happen as, between you and me, he sounded particularly worried on the phone." This did take her by surprise. How would he have known, yes she called him informing him about the situation but why would that alone cause him to call the police? "He should be here any minute now, I don't imagine he'd stay put in his office after sounded so urgent earlier"

Just as Captain Morgan said. Artem arrived at the station soon enough. Throughout the whole ordeal he never spoke to her and she never to him. They'd been in each other's silence before but there was never any level of awkwardness or tension before this point. He had brought a letter of consent from Sharon, but there was no way he spoke to Celestine and collected in the time it took him to get here since the call. He must have gone out and got one himself before she even got to the police station. Typical Artem, always one step ahead of everyone. She had always admired that about him, alongside the many other things. Artem bailed her out, still not producing a word to her as he lead her outside to the car.

“Mr Wing-“

“WHAT'S WITH YOU!?" She stopped in her tracks, she had never heard him raise his voice like this before, not even the other day in his office. "How can an attorney be this reckless!?" Although not as loud as before the anger, the emotions could still be heard in his words. "This incident could have cost you your future in this line of work!"

“I know-" she tried to cut in, but her tone was too soft for someone deafened by their emotions to hear.

“And he's a domestic violence offender!" His tone softened slightly, the pain seeping through the cracks in his voice "W-What would happen if the police didn't get there in time Rosa? What if he had gotten to you first? Why didn't you tell me-"

“YOU were the one who doesn't want to work with me!" The sudden outburst surprised them both. She couldn't help but shout her emotions out, she could no longer hold back. The pain of hearing those words stuck in her mind, every minute of every day since.. Why did he have to use those words? 'break up'. Of all the words he could have used, why those and why did it pain her so much to hear them. All that she wanted to say to him during the week bubbled to the top of her mind.

“Why should I have told you? YOU made it clear how you felt...YOU wanted time apart to work on the case... YOU wanted to break up our partnership... and YOU-" Her voice cracked as tears shot down her face. She had no idea how long she had been crying for but at this point, she didn't care. People were staring, throwing bewildered looks at them both, whispering... gossiping. She didn't care nor blame them, she'd be curious too if a nutjob was shouting in the streets on her commute back from work. Artem stood there silently, taking it all in. She was right, after all. It was his idea to stop working together on this case, but he never wanted it to turn out like this, for them to feel like strangers to one another.

“Y-You-..." He felt helpless as she stood before his crying. He wanted to reach his hand out and pull her into an embrace but that'd be inappropriate. Or would it? He couldn't tell. He was never good at reading situations and his lack of experience in this area did not do the man any favours. He felt his hand reach out subconsciously but he quickly pulled his arm away and retrieved a tissue from his pocket. He always kept them on hand in case a client needed them. He never once thought he'd have to lend one out to her, especially not due to his actions. Although she wasn't really crying because of him, it was more out of frustration with herself for letting herself react in this way but he naturally blamed himself. "A-Artem I'm so sorry"

“No, Rosa. I'm sorry. What I said back then wasn't right" Artem closed the gap between them as he began to wipe the tears from her eyes. "I never should have suggested we stop working together" She turned her head away.

“But the way I reacted... it was unforgivable. Ignoring you like a damn child" She was embarrassed, acting in such a way in front of the man she admired so much, not only during the week but in this moment too. Screaming and crying in the street the way she did. She couldn't bare to look at him but he gently grabbed her chin and pulled her face towards his. The warmth of his hand ran up her face, exposing the rest of her body to the cold. He began wiping her tears once more and although it came off a bit clumsy, she appreciated seeing a different side to Artem that day... Despite everything that'd just happened, despite all his anger, he was still gentle and caring towards her. She couldn't believe it. This just made her cry harder, it seemed the more she wanted to stop, the harder they streamed down her face and before she knew it she was taken into a strong embrace.

"P-Please don't cry" It was rare that he stumbled on his words, though she had noticed it earlier when he was speaking about Mr. Lam. Had he always cared for her this much? Why could she never see it and what did she do to deserve his kindness? "How about I buy you dinner to apologise?" She looked up to find him staring longingly back at her.

"N-No... I- I can't let you do that. Not after the way, I behaved this week" Artem brushed a piece of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. "If I cannot take you to dinner to apologise then please let me take you to show you you're forgiven" Rosa nodded.

“Okay then. If you're sure" He held out his hand for her to take it and so she let him lead her back to the car hand in hand enjoying the silence and warmth they shared with one another once again.

[icypopz]

with an affectionate s/o ♡

↬ request from anon ; If your requests are open of course and if you could, I would like to request some hc with Artem and Vyn with a s/o that is very affectionate

↬ notes ; artem wing (zuo ran), vyn richter (mo yi) x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; the original ask was very detailed so i just put an excerpt of it above :) btw this is my first post for artem !! hehehe,,, also i rly need to kiss mo yi ok bye hope you enjoy <3

↬ warning(s) ; vyn's is microscopically suggestive at the end hahaha

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[ artem wing / zuo ran ! ]

artem would definitely love having an affectionate partner. he's someone who values communication, and hearing you always remind him that you love him never fails to make his day, whether it's through text messages or verbally. whenever he receives a notification from you, a smile will always unintentionally curve his lips as he stares at the barrage of heart emojis and exclamation marks. celestine has caught him smiling at his screen multiple times now, and she never stops teasing him about it.

as for physical affection, artem is comfortable with it as long as it isn't at work. it's not that he doesn't want to show you off or he's embarrassed to date you, he's just shy and gets too embarrassed when you kiss him goodbye in front of his coworkers (it's mainly celestine's knowing smirk that he doesn't think he can face). at home or when you go out on dates, he adores it when you jump on him in an excited hug or pepper kisses all over his face. he especially loves having your hand in his as you both walk around stellis, it's so casual and subtle but artem secretly likes how it signifies to everyone around you that the two of you are dating.

if you ever get insecure about being so enthusiastic with your love, artem is quick to reassure you. he'll tell you that you're like sunshine to him, and he adores basking in the warmth of your care. he would pull you into a comforting hug, resting his chin on your head and caressing your hair as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, whispering sweet nothings about how much he loves you. artem hopes you know that he loves you equally, if not more, despite not showing it as boldly as you.

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[ vyn richter / mo yi ! ]

having a partner who's so genuine with their affection would come as a welcome shock to vyn. he's usually more restrained with his emotions, rarely letting his guard down even around you. ever since he was a kid, he's never met anyone who was so eager to love him like this, so it takes some time before he feels more comfortable with your enthusiasm. but once he's used to it, it's a welcome addition to all the things that he already adores about you.

vyn really appreciates the way you always tell him you love him. as a psychologist, he has a tendency to hyper-analyse everyone's behaviour, which includes you, and he sometimes manages to overthink himself into a spiral where he convinces himself you don't really love him (though he'd never voice it to you). at times like these, just seeing an "i love you, vyn!" text from you always chases away his negative thoughts, and he'll remind himself that you truly do care for him. he'll be sure to make your favourite desserts when you get home, but if you ask why he'll simply chuckle with an enigmatic smile and say he just felt like surprising you.

to be honest, vyn would totally one-up you in the physical affection department every time. he isn't shy to show that he loves you through touch, and when the two of you are relaxing at home, his hands are somehow always on you. resting on your waist, intertwining your fingers with his, sneaking under the hem of your shirt - vyn just loves how warm you are, and sometimes he can barely believe that you're there beside him, so the physical contact helps keep him grounded. if it makes you flustered, then that's a bonus! he also has zero shame when it comes to kissing you, and there definitely isn't a single place on your body that his lips haven't marked at least once. can you blame him though? vyn just wants to show his precious partner that he loves every single part of you.

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