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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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OML U WRITE FOR TOT SO MAY I REQUEST SLOW DANCING WITH VYN PLEASE

a dance to love — vyn richter x gn!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: babes I write for a lot of other stuff but people just don’t care 😭✋ also vyn I hope you know how much I love you even if I am cheating on you with marius

you are in the comfort of your own house, with a soft elegant tune playing in the background. the song playing was one of your lover’s favorites and so, he decided to enjoy it while he was dancing with you.

however, you aren’t exactly the most experienced in ball dancing so you were a little hesitant. with enough encouragement from him, and a few kisses and praises here and there, you got up to finally dance.

“worry not, you’re doing great,” vyn smiles in assurance while his hand is gently holding your own.

you let out of a sigh, “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

he lets out a soft chuckle, “you could never disappoint me—in fact,” his eyes lock with your own and the hand that rests on your hips pulls you closer, “I actually find this quite amusing.”

you roll your eyes, “my suffering is amusing? woe is me.”

a little laughter spills from his lips, leaving a soft smile to settle in its place later while he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on yours.

“vyn.”

“hm?” he opens his eyes and you look down at your feet, eyeing the way his moves are light and eloquent.

you pout before you speak, “how can you dance so well?”

“well, you already know, dear,” he smiles but you shake your head which makes him raise a brow, “you don’t mean the process?”

“vyn, honey, I mean that you are so good at it; it makes me swoon and it’s so unfair,” then you look away, “so no, I meant it as why are you always swoon material.”

the words stop on his tongue, but his feet never stop the tempo and the rythme they have built with your own, “swoon material? that’s—rather flattering,” he cuts himself off with a small laugh.

“oh is my vocabulary far too casual for gold old, dr. richter?” you mock and he smiles, one that is far too innocent looking for someone who was made fun of, “what are you thinking of, you white haired lad?”

“I don’t recall that being my name,” he softly says before both hands are placed on your waist and their hold tightens and your arms wrap themselves instantly around his neck as you’re whisked into the air in a full twirl before you’re set down to continue your slow dancing with a rather very satisfied looking vyn.

“vyn…” you start as he hums, clearly proud of what he did and half expecting a scolding before he presses a kiss to your cheek and you continue, “that was amazing! but you almost made my heart stop so heads up next time.”

he nods sheepishly, “I will take that into consideration, my apologies, my love.”

after a while, for some reason, you feel the urge to lean in and peck him, and he notices, a faint yet somehow elegant smirk playing at his lips, “do you want something?”

“from you?” you scoff, “never!”

after that, you spend the next few moments, dancing in each other’s embrace in silence before he smoothly says, “you are a bad liar, my dear.”

you bury your face in his chest and grumble about how he shouldn’t expose you which makes him laugh lightly once again and despite the sound being music to your ears, you would rather he not mock you at the moment.

“love,” he hums, making you look up at him.

vyn’s hand takes hold of your chin tenderly and he presses a soft kiss to your lips, tender like the touch of a petal and gently pulls back, “was that…okay?”

you ignore the question and abruptly stop your steps to quickly pull him into another kiss, one that is undeniably longer and more passionate to which he quickly falls into rythme with.

after all, the both of you are always good at synchronizing together.

you pull back, breathless but still repeat his question, “was that okay?”

he closes his eyes, sighing with a smile, “it was more than okay, however,” he halts and his hand caresses your cheek, “I think I might need a bit more.”

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rinstrumental · 2 years

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false god

vyn richter / 363 words

# afab!reader, suggestive

'i know heaven’s a thing, i go there when you touch me.'

this relationship was basically doomed from the beginning. the NXX didn’t give much allowance for any sort of romance, especially when it was between two of its members.

but god, is that easy to forget when vyn richter’s lips are running down your neck as his hands wander down your torso, leaving you to cling to his shoulders and pull him in even closer. “we have… a meeting… in ten minutes.” you close your eyes, trying to focus on steadying your erratic heartbeat. last time was supposed to be the last time.

“marius is always at least half an hour late. i think we can afford to stay here a little longer.” vyn replies quickly, immediately returning to planting open-mouthed kisses across your exposed collarbones. his statement helps you relax a little, your tensed muscles slackening. it’s a bit worrying how vyn can reassure you so easily, coax you into anything with his even voice. is he just that much of an expert at psychology or do you just want to believe everything he says?

the feeling of cold fingers grazing past your bare waist jerks you out of your thoughts. the suddenness of vyn’s touch elicits a soft moan from you, much to your embarrassment. you glance down and vyn has paused his movements, smirking up at you.

“what happened to 'keep quiet', y/n?” before you have the chance to answer, vyn’s hands are moving again, sliding across your back and unhooking your bra. your cheeks heat up at the feeling of the straps slipping off your shoulders and his palms drawing closer to your breasts, sending sparks everywhere he touches. your rationality is slipping, dear god, you need him.

vyn faces you once more, his eyes flickering between your open mouth and your lidded eyes, asking - no, begging for permission. though he doesn’t show it as much, you know how badly he wants this too. not wanting to deny yourself any further, you press your lips against his and you feel vyn melt, his arms pulling you in closer.

‘even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship.’

#vyn richter x reader #vyn richter #vyn x you #vyn x reader #mo yi #mo yi x reader #tot x reader #tears of themis vyn #vyn x mc #vynrosa

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au-starss · 1 year

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𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟵 - 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁!

𝗔 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝟮𝟰 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴!

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹

𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘄/ 𝗩𝘆𝗻

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𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟵! 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲. 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗿 𝘃𝘆𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿!

𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀

Vyn hauled in the last box of ornaments he could find, setting them down on the table. You open it, examining the contents of the box, smiling at some of the little trinkets inside.

“I didn’t realize how many ornaments we owned together.” You comment, looking at your lover. “I wonder if we can fit these all on the tree.”

Vyn chuckles. “There aren't too many. Only three containers. I’m sure we’ll be just fine, darling.”

He was probably right. All of your ornaments were from your childhood, gifted to you from your parents. Vyn’s were ones he collected over the years. His home wasn’t huge on the holiday, so it was up to him to bring what he could to your tree this year. Lucky him, he picked up some beautiful ornaments on some of his journeys. You both even picked some up on your latest trip to the island of Skadi.

The thought of him not celebrating a joyous time always saddened you. That’s why you were determined to make these days incredible for him. Something big that he would appreciate.

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

You move to place the very first ornament on the tree, which happened to be the souvenir from your trip. It went right in the middle, where it belonged.

Vyn watched you from the table, a smile gracing his lips. He looked back into the ornament box, seeing a picture of you as a toddler in a frame. He picked it up to examine it, lighting up at the way you looked as a child.

You approached the box, seeing what was in Vyn’s hands. “Oh! I didn’t think those types of ornaments were in there..”

“That’s quite alright. You’re absolutely adorable in this.” He responded, watching the way your face heated up at his words.

He hung up the photo on the tree and went back to grab some more. Soon, you both got into a rhythm of talking about some ornaments before hanging them up. It was a nice way to spend time, with the sentiment of some of them bringing back memories.

“Oh that? My parents got me that one after I had a doctor’s visit. I absolutely hated visiting the doctor!” You explain. “I had to get a flu shot so they bought me this little teacup afterwards when we visited the store nearby.”

Vyn smiled at the story you shared, finding irony in the fact that you are dating a doctor despite not liking them. But he didn’t say anything, keeping the joke to himself.

“This one?” Vyn asks, to which you nod. “I got this one on a visit to a small town outside of Svart. The population was merely in the hundreds, but they were all so welcoming of me and my father.”

“It's stunning.” You speak, marveling at the unique artwork.

Vyn smiles as he puts his hands under yours. “They told me, when I bought it, to make sure to take care of it. For it was a beautiful sentiment I could share with my lover someday.”

You smile up at him as he hangs the ornament, and you both continue looking through the boxes you both own.

A little later, the tree was filled with ornaments. You sat and watched as Vyn hung another one, admiring the way it looked. Curiosity filled your brain as you thought more.

“Vyn..”

“Yes, my love?” He responds, turning to you almost immediately.

“I’m just curious,” You start, messing around with the ball in your palm. “Did your home celebrate any holidays? Or were they just not important?”

Vyn sighed, sitting down at the table by you. “I suppose it wasn’t my home that wasn’t interested in the holidays. It was my family.”

You notice the slight change in tone whenever Vyn spoke of his family. It wasn’t that he had a horrible relationship with them, it just wasn’t the best. He preferred not to think or talk about them, and you understood that.

“Darling, you don’t have to explain if you don’t wish to.” You assure, holding his hand gently.

He looks up and gives a small smile. “It’s quite alright. You asked, and I’ll let you know.”

You nodded as he held your hand a little tighter. You knew he was gathering courage, but he didn’t want you to know.

“My father and mother were practical people. To them, these holidays were merely a waste of time. It just wasn’t worth the celebration in their eyes. Of course, that didn’t help my case of loneliness with my classmates.” He continued on, not showing any sad or vulnerable emotion to you. “It’s saddening to hear, I know, but it truly isn’t important anymore.”

“But, thank you for telling me.”

Vyn leads you to stand up, pulling you into his embrace. He didn’t mean for this to get emotional or intimate, but he couldn’t help it. He was so in love with you, and these moments allowed for him to say what he’s been wanting to.

“I love you.” Vyn says, kissing your head. “You truly are incredible.”

You smile, hugging him tightly. “I love you too, darling.”

You soon both pull away and finish decorating your shared tree. With a couple of ornaments left, you fill the rest of the tree with some silver balls and even little santas and candy canes. The tree looked beautiful, and you couldn’t have been more proud of it.

“It looks amazing!”

Vyn smiles behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you admire the tree together. “There’s only one thing left.”

He moves to grab the star for the top, handing it to you. You smile as you stand on the stepstool nearby, reaching for the top. The star is set gently on top, and your smile grows even wider at the sight.

Vyn watches the gleam in your eyes as you stare at the tree, all personalized to fit the two of you. So, this is what the holiday joy is. It felt so warm in his chest, and he never wanted to let this feeling go.

As he stands next to you, hands interlaced, he grows excited for all the years of Christmases to come in the future.

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀

Taglist: @deffenferofjustice (Link to be tagged here!)

#tot #tot x reader #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #vyn x reader #vyn richter #vyn ritcher x reader #vyn #vyn tears of themis #vyn tot #vyn x you

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alstroemeriadissonance · 1 year

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Love-simulated Attraction (NSFW, Part 2 of 2)

Here comes the delayed Part 2 of 2 for my (now belated) Valentine's fic...eheh

Love-simulated Attraction - Chapter 2 - AlstroemeriaDSNC - 未定事件簿 | Tears of Themis (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Happy Valentines! ^^;

“The suspension bridge effect works best with vulnerable people,” he continues, the look in his eyes a little too seductive for the choice of topic. Nonetheless, his amber eyes easily capture your gaze, and you do nothing but stare back at Vyn on the screen while listening to him carrying on a one-sided conversation with his mesmerizing bedroom voice. “The acute awareness of being in a certain peril will compel particularly vulnerable people to reach out, and connect with someone who would listen, or share the same dire situation. And for me, right now…”

He shrugs off the cornflower blue shirt, and lets it fall to the floor. That one action breaks the hypnotic hold of his golden eyes, and your suspicion is slowly being confirmed. He. He’s not…is he…?!

Then the fingers of both his hands fondle the hems of his layered black and gray tops.

You gasp. He is. He totally is…

#tears of themis fanart #vyn richter #vyn x reader #vyn x you

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vynseducationalflagpole · 2 years

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When the sun meets the moon

Genre: Angst

Female Reader

"I made this at 12:49 am and there may b a lot of typos bcs i rlly don't wanna- ANYWAYYY this was gonna be a poem thats y there r rhymes in there but i guess that ideas been scratched and thrown"

(This is VynRosa btw)

Two of the opposite personalities meet and are filled with anxiety.

One wears a wry smile while one wears such a simple smile but hides countless of unexplainable emotions.

The girl represented the sun. Bright light filling the void filled night as the sight fills him with delight.

The man whoever, represents the moon. Dark and mysterious. Only being able to see one side of him. He however, controls and affects things with such precision. Making sure that every thing's balanced and well. But, no matter how mysterious and powerful he is, his unexplainable beauty lures even the greatest beings.

The sun and the moon may be complete opposites but they both have one thing in common. They feel love towards each other. They long to hold, and be bold as their affectionate actions unfold and display it for the world to see. Even though they feel love towards each other, the moon still covers and hides as his eyes go blind with the bright and pure light the sun shines. 'The sun deserves someone that can actually appreciate her beauty and importance with no consequences or barriers' the Moon thinks.

The moon may hold countless secrets of his that may remain untold but with determination and passion, he can finally accept his fate and try fight for their love. But even with these strong wishes, the sun and the moon remain far away from each others reach as the sun let's out a small sigh and even with the countless tries, their love simply cannot grow. The distance between them shortening and getting farther. The moon loses all hope, but the sun? She remains determined. She remains positive. But the moon has given up. The moon, now darker than it used to, now gets stronger and braver by the day even without his love to keep him bright like her.

Speaking of the moon being bright as the sun, the moon's love for the sun is now slowly dissipating. The sun senses the moon losing feelings for her but she remains unafraid if there ever comes a day that he returns and remains to try for the sake of their love.

It never happened.

The moon now takes advantage of her. Stealing the light she used to beam at him and the earth. He's no as cold as the space that surrounds them. Maybe even colder than a died out star but all she knows is that he's no longer the same.

The last days of the sun now approaches. Her usual bright rays weakening yet her hot and fuming affection still burns more than it ever has. The moon realizes this and it finally clicks.

His beloved sun has also fallen out of love, has she? The burning passion of the sun explodes into pieces. She is now turning into something he dreaded. She's turning into someone like him. The sun gives out a small ray of light to him acting as a farew—

——————

The sound of someone calling Vyn's name snaps him back to reality.

"Dr. Richter, are you alright? You've been spacing out a lot these days."

"Ah—— I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm simply just deep in thought."

"I see, please remember that if ever that there's anything bothering you, you can always come to me!"

"Thank you, Ro—"

"Rosa."

A sudden voice interrupts Vyn's words. Both him and Rosa turn their heads to see Artem standing near the door to the NXX meeting room.

"It's getting quite late. We still have some work to do as well. Let's go home early for the day. I'll cook you some food."

"Okay, thank you, love!"

"You're always welcome."

'"Love". That nickname is infuriating.' Jealousy fills the mans mind and face alike. Artem spares him a glance and he bows his head a bit as a sign of small respect and whatnot.

"Hesitancy is something that you must, at all cost avoid. With hesitancy, every chance that might've opened up for you might close and never open again. You can also connect hesitancy with cowardice and fear. But even so, these 3 things are much so unavoidable in every day life. But always keep in mind that if you ever hesitate in doing something, think it through first before jumping into sudden decisions and giving up. The pain and the regret that comes after hesitancy is never worth it."

"It's time, isn't it? We still have about 4 minutes. I have an assignment for you all. Turn to page 78 and observe the contents. Have you read it? This will be our next topic for tomorrow. Please read it in advance since I will be asking you all for yout input in here. "

And with that, Vyn's class is now finished. He enters his car and leans and buries his head on the steering wheel. A slight chuckle escapes his lips as if mocking himself. It's quite pathetic though. Teaching his students to not hesitate, and instantly calling himself out. But all he said was true. Hesitancy is the root of all regret. And another thing will now haunt him for the rest of his life.

The song above is kinda like fluff but like angst fits em sm so why not🤷‍♂️

#tears of themis #vyn x mc #vyn richter x reader #tears of themis vyn #vyn richter #vyn #tot vyn #vyn x reader #vyn x you #i love angst #Spotify

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byizoyas · 8 months

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tears of themis ; hcs

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much

✘ nsfw. what’s their favorite position when having sex with you (afab!reader) ✘ with: NXX men

ೄྀ࿐ artem ˊˎ-

spork

artem is quite classical, he likes to be on top of you and being able to touch you and see your face if he wants

he especially loves to bury his face on your neck to lick it and make it clear how bad he wants to fuck you. sometimes he even sucks on your skin letting few hickeys (he regrets it the morning after)

since it’s been a while you two haven’t fucked, artem is especially desperate to make you cum tonight. his breathing is quite irregular and it’s clear he’s holding back moans of how good you feel when taking his cock so well. he’s going slowly, and he’s fucking you so deep you can’t keep your moans to yourself. ‘go on love, let me hear how good you feel’ and you do as he asks, even wrapping your right leg around his waist, pulling him closer and closer to you. ‘fuck me all night artem.’ you say. ‘oh i intend to do so.’ he promises, a lustful smile on his face.

ೄྀ࿐ vyn ˊˎ-

reversed cowgirl

vyn is just soooo into spanking and in that position he can do it as he pleases

plus, he lets you be on top quite often as he got some submissive tendencies and he loves that you get to choose your pace (he honestly just wants to satisfy you)

‘faster’ vyn commands as he smacks your ass with a hand and hold onto your waist with the other. he’s usually not the impatient one, mostly letting you pick your own rhythm whenever you two have sex but now he’s just so greedy. he wants more of you, more of your moans, more of your touches and he even thrusts into you while you’re fucking yourself on his cock. ‘ngh what are you doing ?’ you ask as he speeds up the things himself, taking control. ‘fucking you deeper and faster just the way you like it love.’

ೄྀ࿐ luke ˊˎ-

doggy style

he’s either really talkative during sex, praising you and all or he’s pretty quiet but in both cases he prefers you do not see his face

instead he fucks you doggy style so he can admire your beautiful back and ass moving to the rhythm of his thrusts and he finds it extremely attractive

you grip the pillow in front of you, holding onto it as luke is fucking you. you don’t know whether he’s in a bad mood and taking it all out on you or if he got jealous tonight but the way he grabs your waist, forcing you to follow the pace he chose makes him incredibly hot. ‘you better take it fully y/n.’ he commands, hands on your body, caressing it gently opposedly to his fast thrusts in and out of your pussy. ‘you’re so good for me.’ he praises, and it makes it feel even better. his cock keeps on fucking you and at this point you wish it never stops because it’s just too good and luke knows all the right spots to make you cum over and over again. in the end, he’s only waiting for you to be begging for more because he never gets enough of you.

ೄྀ࿐ marius ˊˎ-

table top

this man is kinky as hell and he loves to fuck you on every surface possible

the fact you’re lying down on your back makes it even better. marius loves to tease you, and he likes dirty talk a lot so he just feels the need to see your face react to his lewd words

‘we got five minutes’ you say as marius pushes you down, making you lay on your back on the glass of his desk. ‘i’ll make you cum at least twice’ he says, a smug smile on his face as he unzips his pants and pushes into you roughly. ‘ngh so wet already’ he moans as he keeps on thrusting at a pretty quick pace. ‘keep fucking me like that’ you order. to that he slows down ‘let me hear you beg and we shall see’ he says, leaning over you, his smile growing larger along with the provocative change of pace. to that you grab his tie pulling him real close to your chest ‘do it.’ a chuckle escapes his mouth as he grips your thighs firmly. ‘anything for you’ his lips then find yours to share a long and languid kiss while his cock keeps pounding into you hard and fast the way you asked.

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kissofthemis · 10 months

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Hello, may I request headcanons for the NXX boys when they hear reader (who isn't mc) that usually only addresses them by their last name calls them by their first name for the first time, while giving a heartfelt compliment with the softest and sweetest expression?

Bonus if they're normally shy yet silly in general. Another bonus is if they did it without realizing it and immediately fluster when they realise what they did, and puff their cheeks when in denial when called out upon.

Thank you!

"Thank you so much! Luke, you're a lifesaver!"

A wave of relief washed over you as Luke repaired the final piece on your drawer. You still weren't sure how you'd ripped the cabinets clean off their hinges, but all that mattered was that your friend Mr. Pearce, antique repairer extraordinaire, had come to your rescue.

Mr. Pearce.

Luke Pearce.

You hadn't realized how casually his name had slipped out of your mouth until it was too late. "I... Um... Mr. Pearce! Thank you!"

Humbly you bowed your head. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and you could only imagine how much you resembled a boiling lobster right about now. Cautiously, you tilted your chin up just enough to get a peek at the brunet's face, only to find...

That he looked just as flustered as you.

His gaze darted to the floor. "L-Luke..." He stumbled over his own name, and you could have sworn you saw him bite his tongue in his own embarrassed frustration. "Luke is fine. Great, actually." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Because... we're friends, aren't we?"

His eyes flickered back to you, aglow with the warmth of a fireplace but the intensity of a bonfire.

"At least, I've been trying to put down clues that show you I consider you a dear friend."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

"You tend to these all by yourself? I can tell how much love you pour into your garden, Vyn!"

Awestruck by the vast array of flora and foliage before you, the words fluttered from your lips before you had a chance to truly think about them.

Of course, you meant what you said! When Dr. Richter had invited you to see a garden, you were excited at the prospect of going to fancy botanical gardens. When he mentioned it was his own personal garden, a healthy dose of curiosity sprouted alongside your eagerness to see his home. Now, upon seeing how beautiful his "humble" garden was, you were impressed and delighted.

But as a moment passed without any response from the gardener himself, you began to worry that you'd said something inappropriate. "Don't tell me, is Dr. Richter bad with prai--"

You clapped your hands over your mouth and began bowing rapidly, bobbing up and down and up and down.

"Dr. Vyn! I mean, Dr. Richter! I'm so sorry! That was super informal and super rude of me! Oh, Dr. Richter, I can't apologize enough!"

A gentle hand came to rest upon the top of your head, stopping you in your tracks.

"Now, while I'm qualified to treat them, I'd appreciate if you didn't give yourself a concussion from whipping your head up and down so many times." He chuckled softly as you rose to a full standing position again, then gave you a gentle pat.

"Raised them with love, you say?" he murmured. "I don't know if I'd put it that way. I'm simply following standard guidance and instructions for each and every species of flower." He pursed his lips for a second, then continued. "But if tending to flowers is anything like tending to people in need of tender love and care..." He turned to look at you, and his golden eyes glinted in the sunlight.

"Then I'm sure you have quite the green thumb yourself."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

"This is the best grilling I've ever tasted in my life, Artem!"

You had barely spared a second to sing the attorney's praises before digging back into your meal.

When you'd fallen ill with the latest seasonal flu, you had messaged him as a courtesy to let him know you wouldn't be able to meet him this weekend as planned. You certainly hadn't expected the star of Themis Law Firm to offer to bring you some food. You were less prepared when he said he was going to cook it himself, asking for your favorite foods and flavors.

Least of all did you expect his food to be so delicious!

'Never judge a book by its cover,' you thought as you devoured another spoonful. 'I just didn't expect Mr. Wing of all people to have the time to learn to cook so well!'

You peeked up at him, concerned that he hadn't responded yet. He probably wasn't the type who received compliments often; he seemed like the type who intimidated others. Respected, but never appreciated in this way.

"Your cheeks are really red. Are you catching a fever from me?"

Wildfire had spread across his face, from the tips of his ears to the tip of his nose. If he got sick because he was taking care of you, you'd never forgive yourself!

"You... perhaps need more rest," is all that he said in response. "But..." He smiled gently at you.

"If a flu is what it takes for you to loosen up around me, I can't truthfully say that I'm upset about it."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

"You designed this? Marius, you're a creative genius!"

Your jaw dropped as you absorbed the details in the painting before you. The effect was almost reminiscent of a stained glass window, with the way the colors and strokes created a mosaic image. You could easily see this hanging up in a museum or even a church.

But like a dog who received one treat and was desperate for more, the painter turned to you with big, pleading eyes and whimpered, "I couldn't hear that. Could you repeat it, please? For me?"

He wasn't usually this pathetic. "I said you're a creative genius!" You folded your arms over your chest. "Don't make me take back the genius part."

"No, no~ Before that."

Before that? What exactly had you said that brought this CEO to wag his tail so desperately?

Realization struck you like lightning and you spun away from him instantly. "Mr. von Hagen, it's very unprofessional to tease me like this!"

You could almost feel the mood shift as Marius deflated behind you. "Aww, you were being so friendly a minute ago," he whined. "Even calling me Marius~ Marmar~ Mariri~"

"I didn't use any stupid nicknames!" you protested, whirling to face him with flustered tears stinging your eyes. "You're such a pain in the neck, Marius!"

He perked up immediately. "Oh! There it is again! We are close, aren't we?" He leaned forward, the corners of his mouth turned up into a cheeky grin as he batted his eyelashes at you.

With a huff, you shifted your attention back to the painting. "On second thought, I think this is too abstract for the exhibition. I guess Pax can't host it after all."

"Whaaaat? Now that's just too cold!"

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vynaura · 1 year

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early mornings <3

#dorlene #vyn does art #when is it my turn to be happy #at least THEY are in this (for once)#fanfic authors do not let them catch a break #you know who you are!!#just kidding i like angst #but i am here to remedy it!!!#lighting study <3 #marauders #marauders fanart #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorcas x marlene #harry potter #harry potter fanart

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arkhammaid · 9 months

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ FASCINATION.

fandom. tears of themis

pairing. vyn richter x gn!reader

content warnings. suggestive, making out, vyn is down bad, heavily inspired by the 3rd anniversary cards, not edited/proofread

word count. 0.9k

notes. so. 3rd anni cards. i still haven't recovered. and as a piano player, vyn's card really did smth to me.

Ever since you saw the grand piano in Vyn’s house, you’ve been fascinated by it. The sleek edges, painted white and always shining— it was a beautiful instrument and truly suited your lover. Despite being built for concerts, the expected sound being loud and rich, every time Vyn played on it, it brought forth the gentlest melodies.

Maybe it was because of him, fingertips barely touching the keys, hands gliding over the instrument while he gently swayed to the music he played. Half lidded eyes following the notations, filling the empty silence in the house with wonderful tunes. It must be, you tell yourself, the absolute mastery he held over his instrument was astonishing.

Hours could pass by and you would be never bored, listening and watching Vyn play, completely immersed in his own world. Too rarely it happens, where he would sit down and play in front of you. You yearn for it, to see him like this— content, happy, peaceful.

So of course you were fascinated by the instrument, the white grand piano in Vyn’s house. An important part in his life and with that, in yours as well. Sometimes you would press some keys as well, your own melodies much simpler than his, but every time you sit down, you feel even more connected to him than usual. And every time you sit down, you’re once again reminded of your thoughts about this instrument.

This is why you don’t hear Vyn entering the room and watching you with a small smile on his lips. You’re completely lost in your own thoughts, gently easing some accords from the piano and stringing them together in a song.

You almost scream, when he’s suddenly besides you and compliments your skill. With a racing heart you gaze up to him, arms crossed and leaning against the piano. And that knowing smile, having you caught in your ‘act’. He knows of your fascination and he always loves to remind you about it.

He’s close to teasing you, confident he can make you flush in embarrassment. And he’s right, the piercing gaze of his turning your cheeks red and making your fingers tremble. Vyn notices, of course he does and lowers his head.

“If you ease not only your fingers but your entire hand, you won’t cramp up so easily,” he murmurs right next to your ear, making you shudder. You know exactly what he wants, and if it were any other day, you would’ve followed his lead easily. Instead you lift your hands from the piano keys and catch his, pulling them downwards and pressing his body even closer towards yours.

With a coy smile on your lips you turn your head, catch his eyes and slowly ease your fingers across his. “Show me,” you murmur back and lean closer towards his face, so close that you can almost feel his lips on yours. His breath hitches and you can’t help but smirk triumphantly. He hadn’t expected this, you being so bold tonight.

Placing your lips onto his, latching on them, gasping when he presses closer— he’s at your mercy, something that happens too rarely. You release his hands from your grip, while wiggling on the seat to turn towards him, but it’s still uncomfortable to kiss him with your neck craned. You would’ve stopped, had he not gasped against your lips oh so wonderfully, responding oh so eagerly.

You endure and almost forget how you’re in an uncomfortable position, lips flush and hands pulling hair and then clothes, tugging at seams— anything to touch the skin beneath. And there is nothing more beautiful than the wrecked man you’re kissing right now, flushing beneath your attention while you devour him. He shudders when his shirt finally falls open, your hands eagerly exploring the exposed skin. And the noises— god, the noises he makes are heavenly and sinful at the same time.

The sudden sound of wrinkled paper pulls you from your daze, pulling you away from his lips to catch your breath. You glance at the mess he made, throwing the notations that have previously rested on the stand across the piano and floor when he rested a hand on it.

“What you do to me,” he pants, still out of breath and oh— Vyn has never looked so delicious, so eager, so greedy for more. It makes your mind spin, seeing him so flushed, so affected by you and you can’t help but want for more.

Mind made up, you rise from your seat and push him against the piano, watching Vyn tense when the instrument fills the room with random notes. It almost hurts in your ears, the noise still ringing but everything fades when you catch his pleading eyes. He wants more and who are you to deny him?

“Let me hear you, Vyn,” you say while towering over him, chest heaving at the sight before you. “Let me hear every noise you make,” you murmur, lips latching on his skin and leaving marks behind. And the sounds that leave his mouth, the gasps, the moans, the whines— they’re the most beautiful thing you’ve heard in a while.

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byeol-ssi · 2 years

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

Your work stays awesome as always 😭😭

hearts sealed by starlight

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

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

artem wing *. ⋆ fake dating relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"about?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

luke pearce *. ⋆ reluctant allies to lovers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

why? luke has absolutely no clue.

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

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

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

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

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

and this is exactly why he dislikes working with you.

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

and all luke wants to do is surrender.

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

not when he'd be leaving you too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah?"

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

he blinks. just this once, he convinces himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

marius von hagen *. ⋆ arranged marriage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what? slept together?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

vyn richter *. ⋆ childhood best friends to lovers

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

it seemed like you'd never changed.

"come in," he calls out.

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

"hey."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you adore my rambling," you add petulantly.

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

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

i love you.

"mhm. good night, vyn."

i love you too.

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

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

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hitorinorin · 3 months

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three words, millions of unspoken thoughts

611 words, VERY descriptive writing, completely gender neutral

Rin is not a man of many words—hell, he even tends to hide his feelings most of the time. He’s as cold as ice, as stoic as a stone, but contrary to popular belief, he’s not a shallow person. Beneath the surface of his seemingly impassive demeanor, a complex and damaged character lies within. Despite the frosty exterior, there are moments when vulnerability seeps through, like cracks in the facade of an ancient statue weathered by time. It's in those rare instances that glimpses of his true self emerge—in those moments that include you, his lover.

He’s not a perfect lover. Communication is not his strongest suit. He may say a ton of venomous words, but not once did he lay a hand on you. He is cold but calm, straightforward yet loving. Despite his flaws in communication, there is an unmistakable tenderness in the way he shows you his love. It's as if beneath the jagged exterior lies a reservoir of untapped warmth, waiting to be discovered by those patient enough to delve into the enigma that is Itoshi Rin.

There’s a saying that words can only be forgiven and not forgotten, and that’s how it should always be! Whenever your boyfriend makes a mistake, he is always quick to say, “I was wrong.” Relationships are not always about the amount of love a person can give. Love is endless; it has no boundaries—yet it would also always explore the depths of understanding, patience, and forgiveness.

“Please forgive me. I’ll do better.” With the trust you have in Rin, you know that he would never break his promises. It was a phrase he uttered not out of mere obligation but with a genuine intention to evolve, to unravel the complexities within himself—to prove to everyone that he is not just an insanely good football player but the Itoshi Rin who will forever choose to love you more with each passing day.

“I missed you” is what he religiously says after every flight towards you, his home. His teammates would always tease him whenever they saw him running towards you like a loose dog on a leash. He was lovesick, devoured by pure love. And speaking from his heart, he would not have it any other way. In those moments, as he held you close, it was as if the world outside ceased to exist. The teasing remarks of his teammates faded into background noise, drowned out by the symphony of his heartbeat syncing with yours. Love, unrestrained and genuine, painted a vivid portrait of his devotion—a sentiment he proudly wore, unafraid of being teased or judged. To him, the joy of reuniting with you was worth every playful remark, every knowing smile from those who witnessed the affection that enveloped him in your presence.

And then, like a seamlessly woven thread in his system, he whispered softly, “I love you.” He couldn’t help but share his true feelings when you were near by his side. Rin hated being seen as vulnerable, yet when you were there, vulnerability transformed into a strength that he would proudly wear on his sleeve.

He loves you more than three words could ever explain. Millions of unspoken thoughts, yet no words would be able to capture the happiness and love he feels in your presence. With the ring box discreetly placed inside his luggage, he eagerly anticipates the moment when he can vow to build a promising tomorrow with you—a future where every expression of love resonates deeper, and where his unspoken thoughts find eloquent expression in finely crafted words. Until that cherished moment arrives, he holds onto these four hidden words, powerful enough to convey his true feelings, saving them for the day he kneels before you.

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softxsuki · 9 months

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Hello, may I make an URGENT request, please?

Nxx boys with an s/o who isolate themselves when going through a depressive and anxiety induced episode. To the extent that they actively go out of their way to avoid people (including them), they texted them one message about it before leaving them on read) . When they check on the reader, they are super skittish and super anxious about burdening others. S/o insists that they are okay even though they are trembling to the point where they struggle to stand. S/o is anxiously fixating on being "clean" (showering and exfoliating excessively to the point their skin is kinda red, wearing a white oversized shirt ) and being "cold enough" (their place is dark, max ac, fans on max) (they are also just wearing a loose shirt and shorts trying to feel something). In addition, there are red dots on the shirt along the center of their body, indicating fresh self-harm.

(Thank you in advance, and my apologies if It's really specific and it makes you uncomfy)

Tears of Themis Boys Comfort S/O Who Tries To Isolate Themself

TW: Do not read it mentions of blood and self harm, along with poor mental state will make you feel worse, rather than comfort you!

Pairings: Luke x Gn!Reader, Marius x Gn!Reader, Artem x Gn!Reader, Vyn x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, fresh cuts, blood, depression, anxiety, poor mental state in general, isolation, feeling like a burden

Genre: comfort

Post-Type: headcanons

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: In which you find yourself going through episodes of depression and anxiety so you try to isolate yourself from the boys

[A/N: Hello! Firstly, I'm sorry that this was as soon as I could write and post this urgent request for you, but I thank you for being patient and understanding! I tried my best to include as many details as you mentioned, but I did end up leaving some out. As we can see I went a little overboard, but I hope this helps you out <3. Hope you enjoy! Depression and anxiety are so horrible to deal with, trust me I have a few episodes as well, they come so suddenly and they definitely hit hard. Reach out if you ever need to, I'm here if you need anything! <3]

Luke:

As your childhood friend, Luke notices that something is wrong the minute you begin to isolate yourself from him

You guys always hangout together, whether it be him walking you home from work, or grabbing a quick lunch together between your busy schedules, both of you always made time for each other

So when you began messaging him that you couldn’t get lunch or see him, red alerts went off in his head immediately

He just wants to make sure it’s nothing serious and wants you to know that he’s there for you if you need him, so he sends you a quick text

You do respond, but your message is short and cryptic; however, after that, all his other messages get left on read

He acknowledges that you clearly need space, so he gives it to you, sending a check-in message to you every few hours as he continues his work for the day

By the end of the day with still no response from you, he decides enough is enough, so he races over to your place

He doesn’t want to be a nuisance and seem overbearing, but he was very worried now, this had never happened before since the two of you began dating

Arriving at your home, your door is surprisingly unlocked so he lets himself in, making a mental note to remind you to not leave your door unlocked when you are home alone…

But he’s met with pure darkness in your home along with a freezing breeze

He enters your room to find you on your bed in only a t-shirt and shorts to cover you from how cold is was in there

He does internally freak out for a moment and thinks the worst–probably stares at you for a while, holding his breath, until he sees your chest rise, indicating you were indeed alive, and only then is he able to breathe again

“MC,” he calls out in a whisper, not wanting to alarm you from his sudden presence as you lie on your bed with your eyes closed in the darkness

It does spook you a bit, but you could recognize his voice anywhere as you open your eyes and question why he was there, in which he quickly scolds you for keeping your door unlocked but sighs as he sits beside you on the bed

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“Nothing, I’m fine” you say quickly

Did you really think he’d believe that? He’s a detective for crying out loud, he could spot a lie a mile away, especially when it came from you, someone he knew for so long now

As his eyes get accustomed to the dark, he notices a dark stain on your shirt and leans forward to turn your bedside lamp on–and then it becomes very clear what was going on…that was blood

“Spill, I’m all ears”

You know he means business, and you can’t exactly hide the blood from your self-harm on your shirt either, so you let it all out; how low you’ve been feeling lately, and how you got a wave of depression and anxiety out of nowhere, hence your distance from him

“I just didn’t want to burden you with all these complicated feelings that not even I can handle. You’re busy with your own work and I don’t want to distract you from that…but I’m sorry for ignoring your messages. I did read them all and I appreciate your support and allowing me some space,” you sigh, feeling bad that he ended up in this mess anyway

“You’re not a burden to me, MC. You’re my lover and my childhood friend, we have a bond unlike any other. You don’t have to pretend to be okay around me. You’ve always been there for me on my rough days, so it would be an honor to do the same for you…I love you…a lot. I hope you know that I’ll always be here for you. The second you need me, I’d drop everything to hear you out and help you through it,” Luke expresses and he reaches out to hold your hand, pulling you into his arms

And just like that you felt a little less lonely through your feelings, you could get through this

After giving you some privacy to clean up your fresh cuts, Luke spends the night with you as he feels a bit nervous leaving you alone. He’d make you some hot chocolate or any kind of drink that you’d like to warm you up as he turns the fans off and lowers the ac, throwing a blanket on you

You wanted to feel something? Well enjoy the warmth this man provides you with as he joins you under the blanket and gets lost in conversation with you for the rest of the night until you both fall asleep

Marius:

Ahh yes Marius–this man is clingy and obsessive (in a good way) so the second you leave him on read along with only telling him through text that you ‘need some space’ he’s already at your front door, knocking on it

“MC! Honey, it’s me, please let me in,” He pleads loudly. (rip to the neighbors because he’d stand there all night until you decide to let him in)

Knowing how persistent he was, you force yourself up to unlock the door before plopping back down on your sofa, allowing him to let himself in

Thankfully Marius hears your lock click and opens the door himself, but he’s a little taken aback by the darkness in your home along with how freezing it was in there

He flicks on the light by the front door, which makes you flinch from the sudden brightness, and you find him running over to your side to embrace you as soon as he sees you’re only in a t-shirt and shorts in this freezing home

Your skin is as cold as ice as he tries his best to warm you up

“What’s going on? Why is it so cold in here and why did you leave me on read?” He pouts, not letting go of you

You do push him away slightly though despite how comforting and warm it was in his arms

“Nothing, I’m fine. I like the cold”

He squints his eyes at you, knowing you were lying because you weren’t looking into his eyes

Marius inspects your condition one for time, and that’s when he notices the faint dark stains on your shirt–blood, it had to be, unless you were painting with red paint somewhere in your home, but that seemed highly unlikely

“Please let me in,” he says in a softer tone, going a little more serious

This pulls at your heart strings, Marius never got serious unless it came to his father’s company or when danger was around, but you clearly weren’t okay and that made him worry, so you decide to just open up to him

You tell him about your feelings, how you’ve been feeling really anxious and sad lately, and you also explain how you blocked him out because you didn’t want to be a burden to him

“If anyone’s a burden, it’s probably me, beautiful,” he sighs in relief, happy that he finally knows what’s been going on. “Of course filling my fathers place as CEO is a little stressful, but darling, time spent with you is my only time to be myself and to truly relax, even if that means hearing your worries and feelings. It’s my job as your boyfriend to protect you and keep you safe, but I’m failing at my job if you don’t let me in…”

He pulls you into his embrace as tears start to fall from your eyes

“Please let me be your shoulder to cry on, let me be the one who helps you feel alive, who helps you feel something. I’m your person, the one you’ll never feel alone with, just say the word and I’ll take all those burdens off your shoulders”

Slight relief fills you at his words…you really weren’t alone. These feelings didn’t have to feel as overwhelming as they did

After more hugs and a few kisses, Marius makes it his responsibility to clean your cuts up and press kisses to each of them

Afterwards, he’d order some takeout that you like as he offers you professional help if you thought you needed it (he wouldn’t force you, but he wants you to know that there are options and that was one of them) as someone big in the industry, he had many connections and he could find you the best psychiatrist in Stellis with the snap of a finger

But whatever choice you decide to make, just know that he’d support you through it all no matter what

Artem:

Intellectual Artem has a more direct approach to helping you out

He doesn’t pick up on you isolating yourself from him that quickly, because he’s always swamped with work, and you usually give him his space anyway when he’s busy

But one weekend when he had the day off and you didn’t reach out to him first, he was a little…sad? Disappointed? Something like that

He becomes worried and messages you but you only tell him you’re fine

Every message he sends after that gets left on read, so he then catches on that you are very clearly not fine

“You can be honest with me, MC. We’re lovers…I just want to be there for you. Please message me when you get the chance,” he messages you

Artem wanted to give you your space, but he was worried. Did he do something to you without even realizing that he upset you? Were you really okay? So his plan of giving you the weekend to yourself goes down the drain as he finds himself at your front door with some homemade food he cooked at his own home and packed for the two of you to enjoy

He knocks softly at your door and clears his throat, “It’s me, Artem” he announces himself, feeling a little awkward…what if he was just overreacting? He was still pretty new to the whole dating scene after all

However, as your disheveled self peeks through the slightly open door, he knows his fears weren’t for nothing

You don’t even get a chance to speak before he’s already opening the door fully and stepping into your home

The darkness of your home along with the freezing temperature hits him like a truck as he turns back to look at you, with furrowed brows…what exactly was going on?

The light from outside illuminates just bright enough where he can see what you’re wearing, a t-shirt and some shorts. You must’ve been freezing

Needing to change the environment around you both, he places the food down and helps you close the front door, opening up the blinds to let in some natural light along the way

Seeing one of your candles nearby, he lights one up and guides you to the couch where he places a blanket over you

He’s quietly studying you, trying to piece everything together, but this is a case he can’t entirely solve on his own

“MC…” he says, not really knowing where to start. “Is everything okay?”

Clearly everything was in fact not okay, and he did notice the blood stains on your shirt, but he decides to keep his observations to himself, you’d tell him if you wanted to

“I’m great. How are you? What brings you here?” You feign interest, you weren’t in the right headspace to have casual conversation

“I know you’re probably holding back and pretending to be okay because you think you’d be a burden to me. Trust me MC, I know how to read you well, you’re my partner after all. I’d be foolish to believe those lies. It’s okay though, I won’t push you to tell me, but just know that you aren’t a burden. You’re the only one I’ve let into my life and I just want to make sure you’re happy. As your man, it’s my job to make sure you’re doing well, and it seems like I dropped the ball, so for that I am truly sorry.”

Not wanting Artem to blame himself anymore, you decide to just tell him everything that’s been going on, from everything you’ve been feeling, and why you’ve been avoiding him, as well as informing him that you self-harmed

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust him, you did, you were just scared to lose him or have him not want to deal with the baggage you carried

Your body began to shake as you explained everything and Artem quietly listened to each word, scooting closer to you as you spoke, so he could hold you, in an attempt to calm your nerves and ease your shakes

“I see…I’m sorry for not noticing sooner. Though work takes up a lot of my time, you’ll always be my number one priority. I’ll do better. I promise,” he sighs, holding you tighter to him as if you’d disappear from his grasp

Even if you reassure him that it isn’t his fault, Artem takes this very seriously and would work more on checking in on you throughout his day, no matter how busy he is

“I know you’re going through a tough time right now. I’m not sure how I can be truly helpful other than just giving you my support, but we can look for a professional's help as well if that's something you’d like to do…” He brings one of your hands up to his lips and leaves a lingering kiss to your skin, “You’re not alone, never. It’s okay to reach out for help when you need it. You can reach out to me anytime, even if you just need to hear my voice. I’ll always make time for you MC, I love you. I promise we’ll get through this together”

After everything, and once you’re a lot calmer, he’d put on a movie for you both to watch as you eat the food he brought, making a mental note to check out your wounds later on, but for now he’d try to keep things bright and hopefully distract you, even if it was just momentarily

He does take a few days off of work so he can stay by your side and give you the support you need as you decide what step you want to take next

Vyn:

Nothing slides by Vyn, this is his specialty after all

You and Vyn frequently got together to drink tea and just talk about life or go on walks at a nearby park, Vyn always made time for you at the end of his day after seeing patients all day

So when you text him to cancel your plans one evening, he already knows something is up

“Something came up, I can’t go out this week. I’ll text you when I can,” you message him

“I am coming over,” he responds immediately, pulling his things together as he heads to you

Though he does have a spare key to your place, he doesn’t use it, knowing that suddenly invading your space, especially when something was obviously going on with you, wouldn’t be a great idea

“Darling, mind letting me in? I would like to speak with you if that is alright,” he speaks calmly through the door, knowing you were probably expecting him and listening on the other side somewhere

It takes a while. It’s silent, which worries Vyn as he debates whether he should just let himself in, but his worries vanish as soon as he hears your lock click open and the door slowly creaks as you open it

“My love,” Vyn whispers, eyeing the darkness behind you as a chill hits his face from the open door, but he keeps a smile on his face, needing to remain calm and not act shocked or alarmed which could potentially scare you off or have you close your heart to him, “Can I come in?”

You nod softly and open your door wider so he can come in, you were expecting him anyway since he said he’d be over soon

Vyn is still in his doctor coat which he slings over your shoulders, noticing you’re only wearing shorts and a t-shirt when you had the ac on blast. It was freezing in your home

He turns on a small lamp, not wanting to blind you with the bright light of the room, but needing to change the feel of your home subtly

Taking a seat on your couch, he pats the spot beside him, eyeing your bloody shirt until you’re seated

“May I?” he asks, gesturing to your shirt and whether he could see the damage you made. You knew there was no hiding things from Vyn. He was used to this and probably already knew what was going on, so you hesitantly nod, sighing in defeat as you begin to shake

You were scared of what he’d say or think about you after seeing your fresh cuts…

Vyn gently lifts your shirt and takes in the sight of your cuts with a neutral expression, then walks away to get some supplies to bandage you up so they don’t get infected

When he returns with a first aid kit, he quietly and softly cleans you up before speaking again

“I am all ears if you would like to say what led you to do this? And before you say it, no you are not a burden, no I am not upset, and no I do not hate you, darling. I am still very much in love with you despite how much it pains me to see you hurt yourself like this. I would just like to understand from your perspective if you would let me in,” he smiles softly, ready to hear you out

And as if he had some kind of magic pull on you, you find yourself revealing everything to him, from the complicated emotions and episodes you’ve gone through for the past few days, to how it all led to you eventually harming yourself, so you could feel something for once…something other than your depression and anxiety

He understood now, from your isolation, to the state of your home, and your desire to feel something, hence why it was so cold in your home and why you were wearing shorts despite how cold it was. All the pieces started to come together in his head

Vyn takes your hand in his now that he finished treating your cuts, he laces your fingers together as he speaks, “I first want you to know that what you are feeling is normal. It happens to a lot of people who are not aware of how to properly cope with these intense feelings. Depression and anxiety are more common than you think, but perhaps taking matters into your own hands caused you to feel worse?”

“Perhaps,” you nod, agreeing with his words. This was something you always tried to deal with on your own, which is why you tried to isolate yourself in the first place, you didn’t want to drag anyone else into your problems, you felt this was your own burden to carry

“Now…speaking not as a psychiatrist, but as your boyfriend, I want to say I care about you more than anything in this world. You are the light of my life, the one and only person I look forward to seeing everyday, so please do not lock me out of your heart, darling. It is my actual job and my duty as your lover to ensure you are okay. But you can count on me to help you through this if you would allow it”

Whether you take his help or not, he’d still show you his love and support for whatever decision you make

After a few hugs and more chatting, Vyn would make you some tea to calm you down

He’d squeeze you into his business day if you choose to seek counseling with him…after all he’s the only person he’d trust to truly help you through this

Through the good and the bad, Vyn will always remain by your side and hear you out, even with your smallest issues

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/18/2023

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vyntilador · 1 year

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Let Me Cherish You

The boys catching you talking oh-so affectionately about them🫶

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Genre: Fluff / Romance

Character/s: Marius, Artem, Luke, Vyn

Fandom: Tears of Themis

A/N: me rn screaming into my pillow and getting all giddy writing vyns part LMFOAOAWHSHAHAAHH

(you talking is color red, marius is purple, artem is blue luke is orange n vyn is green btw)

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𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼

You were over at his family home havinf a small chat over tea with his father when he suddenly raised the question; "What did you find in Marius that made you love him?" You pondered the question for a moment, gathering it all and smiling to yourself as you thought more about him. "Well, for starters, I love his eyes. That maybe sounds a bit basic but I love the way he looks at everything as if it's the most priceless thing in the world. He uses everything he sees as an inspiration either as a painter or a businessman. Even if he had this.. 'annoying' laid-back attitude, I admire him for still being able to make me smile and comfort me in dark times." You were unaware of the smile blooming on your face as you kept going. "In all honesty, there's kind of a lot of things I like about him. Maybe some, I haven't found yet or some that are just so amazing that I can't put it to words." Austin von Hagen laughs softly and later then turns his gaze into the doorway where his son stood, frozen and staring fondly at his lover.

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𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓶

(god he deserves all the wholesome energy in the world so here😭)

You and Artem were stationed in an orphanage for a task in the law firm. The job you were given was connected to a child that resides within the orphanage which led you to your situation right now. You were sat on the floor with a number of children surrounding you as they 'interrogate' you. "Miss, is he your husband?" A little girl speaks up, her big, innocent eyes gazing into yours as if she sees your soul itself. "Uhm, no—" You were taken aback by the child's sudden inquiry that you stuttered slightly. "Mr. Wing is my co-worker. He's not my lover." You smiled sweetly at the child as you explained to her. "But how come you act like a married couple?" What..?—"Yeah! My mommy and daddy act exactly the same!" two kids now spoke and your panic increases. "Missy, if you're not married, then surely you like him, right?" A little boy asks and you sigh internally at the sudden turn of events. "Look! Miss attorney is turning red!" Many of the kids cheered and you sighed once more, not knowing how to deal with them. The children begged you to answer their questions and you were left with no choice. "..Yes, I kinda like him." You responded in a soft and quiet tone, making sure he doesn't hear. "But why do you like him?" a child asks, gaining the other kids attention. "Why do I like him..?" you ponder for a moment then spoke. "Well, he's really kind. Whenever I'm working, he's always looking out for me. And also, I look up to him! He's such a great person overall that I want to be like him. And.." "Look! She's smiling! " A little girl interrupts and the room full of children erupt with cheerful voices. "That's what my dad always does whenever mom comes home from work." The hoard of children discuss amongst themselves once more and you felt helpless until the sweet sound of a voice all too familiar was heard amongst the voices of the children. "Hey now, let miss have some rest. She's been very busy and I want you all to take good care of her, not tire her, okay?" "Okay!" the children agree in unison. Artem smiles to himself as he thinks of the words you described him as. He makes sure to stop by at the flower shop before going to work tomorrow.

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𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓮

A karaoke booth packed with 'adults' screaming singing their hearts out. That was the kind of situation you were currently in with Luke and your old classmates. Luke held the microphone in one hand while his eyes were trained on the tv displaying the lyrics. Your gaze stayed unmoving on him until somebody spoke up from beside you. "So, you still like him?" You whip your head to the direction of the voice to see one of your old best friend along side Luke back then snickering. You stayed silent, not knowing how to answer. More of your friends heard the topic of discussion and crowded around you for an answer. "What'dya like about him?" "If I had to guess it's probably his academic ability." "No! Not only that! Look at his build." "I can't believe you guys only look on the outside. It's his personality!" They all argued about which it was you liked about him but the answer was clear in your heart. "I don't like him just because he has a well built body or he's very intelligent but, I love him because he's always sincere. Ever since we were children, he was always honest with me. He never hesitated to do anything just to cheer me up and I love him for that. Though, I think he's gotten used to basically throwing his own well-being away just to save me and I wanna keep his mind at ease that it's not only him that has to protect the other. I'll protect him too, even if I'm not really capable." The girls that swarmed around you all swooned and squealed in excitement, saying how your love story would be just like a kid's fantasy novel about princesses. A blush bloomed on your face, mimicking the color of red flowers while trying to avoidtheir gazes but what you were unaware of was that Luke was looking straight at you the whole time, falling in love all over again.

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𝓥𝔂𝓷

You were only supposed to bring him lunch when you're suddenly swarmed by his students, all asking you questions as per your sudden appearance within the school. All the female students all talk amongst themselves while the others interrogate you and suddenly, a voice pierces through the noisy atmosphere. "Wait! You're all asking the useless questions! Miss, are you and Professor Richter dating?" The room goes quiet as all the students' attention turns to you. They all move closer to you demanding an answer and you sigh, defeated. "No, we're just..." as you thought of an answer, you suddenly cut yourself off , thinking if you were friends, acquaintances, work partners or...lovers. "... friends?" you finish your answer in an unsure manner. The students scoff and others laugh. "Come on miss, we're psychology students. There's no way in this green earth that Professor Richter looks at you like that and you're only friends!" students all agree and nod as they talk loudly once more. "Well, let's just say you're just crushing on him, what do you like about Professor Richter?" A rosy tint slowly emerges to your cheeks as seconds pass while you thought deeply about it. "Well— uhm.." you sigh and just decided to speak your thoughts. "He's very kind and caring. The moment I saw him, I already felt comfortable around him, with that soft expression he has. He's good both inside and outside. And uhm, please don't tell him but, I was already captivated by him on our first meeting. I mean— if you'd all just seen how cute and...attractive..? he was! I swear, I could've melted right then and ther—" the sudden sound of a low chuckle in the tone and voice you're all too familiar with interrupts your words as you look up and see all the students' eyes wide while some cover their mouths and you slump knowing that he's right behind you. "My rose, can we speak privately for a moment?" his voice was calming and smothered with loving affection and you take a quick look at the students again all hurrying out the room to give you privacy all the while snickering amongst themselves. "I've told them to get home as soon as classes are dismissed but they still don't listen." he takes a few steps to stand in front of you and he puts his finger underneath your chin to gently tilt it upwards so that he can lay his eyes upon your face. "But I guess I have them to thank for letting me overhear how much you adore me." he takes your hand in his and gives a chaste kiss on the back of it. "How about a dinner date then, my love?"

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A/N:this shit messy fr💀

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fakesimp · 4 months

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Imagine if we had an illness much worse than Luke and it kills us faster. Then the game ends in our funeral with all characters standing in our grave.

What in tarnation—

Where's the hello, hi, my name is— /j

You can't just drop this on me and flee— ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Cough—

No because that would be so frustrating for them

The way regret filled their minds as they stood by your grave, reminiscing on the days where you're still by his side.

Reminiscing the days where he rejected your hangout invitations multiple times, it's only multiple though. The two of you often going out together, not a day goes without you spending your time together. Nothing's a miss.

Then why? Why did you leave first? Didn't you promise that the two of you will be together till each other's last breath?

You didn't even tell him you had such illness ! How long have you pretended to be okay? How come did he not notice it at all?

"I'm sorry for not realizing it so soon, Rest well love. I'll be by your side soon, wait for me."

Ahem anyways—

You can't just drop that and expect me to cry about it ( Almost did /lh )

#fakesimp replies #➴ fakesimp writing for you #fakesimp writing #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis headcanons #artem wing #vyn richter #marius von hagen #luke pearce

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andraxicated · 2 years

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won't let go

Pairings: luke, artem, vyn, marius x f! reader

Synopsis: tot men ex husband headcanons

Tags: slight yandere themes | toxic relationship | suggestive/smut | slight fluff and angst |

a/n: probably my favorite tot i've ever written

Luke

the one question bugging both of you was "where did everything go wrong?", from being friends to lovers to married to divorced. the feelings that built up over the years ended in naught and heartbreak, sweet smiles changed to awkward ones. luke often comes to your house for fixing things, celebrating birthdays, and if the kids touch your phone to text him to come.

you were still on good terms with him, talked about the separation like mature adults for the sake of the kids. and luke was more buried in his work, accepting life threatening missions to escape the pitying gazes of his colleagues. he's a great agent but he's not invincible, being human makes him vulnerable to injuries.

your phone rings from the counter, whisking off the water as you've just finished washing the dishes. you wipe your hands and stare at the unknown number yet you answer the call; scanning the living room for any clutter left by the kids. "hello?" a greeting falls from your lips, and your mouth hung open in shock. a burning sensation emerges on your throat, nose tingly as you nod frantically, saying that you'll go there immediately.

aaron, luke's coworker slides the door for you, and you see the tuft of brown hair and his peaceful resting face. "it's really nothing serious, but he's expected to rest for quite a while. don't worry, luke's strong he won't leave us that easily." words of comfort come from aaron as he goes away to give you some privacy. the door shuts and you walk closer to him, seeing your strong ex husband in such a pitiful state brings tears to your eyes. you grasp his fingers impulsively from overwhelming emotions, praying and begging for luke to wake up.

just as you were tired from working and doing house chores, you succumb to sleep beside him. and luke's eyes flutter open, a dead expression set on his face, reddish eyes devoid of anything as it gazes upon your hair and your sleeping face. he touches your skin, afraid it will wake you up, and then he feels the sticky dried tears.

"I always hated to see you cry." he mumbles. his mouth is parched, he then stands up off the bed and walks like he didn't suffer a stab. a hand grabs the pitcher, watching the gentle flow of water into the glass. it refreshes his mouth, wiping the excess water off his face as he stares at the moon through the blinds. he goes back to bed and starts caressing your hair. luke was fine, he can pull off that kind of flimsy stab. his colleagues must've been questioning his physicality but you, of course don't know anything. "we have to go back to the way it was (y/n). you and I have to, for the sake of the kids and for myself."

and for once, luke put himself first instead of you. poor clueless ex wife who caters to his every need while he was 'injured'. and luke enjoy it all too much, it was just the way it was like everything's back to normal, but there's something missing.

"luke! the kids are here—mmh!" you stifle a moan as he drags his tongue across your neck, remembering how it used to be your weakness. "what's wrong? we used to this all the time." he asks nonchalantly while feeling your breasts under the cardigan. he leans for a kiss and you have no choice but to give in to the longing and pleasure. you wanted this too, you always wanted to go back. his hands start to linger around your shorts, checking your wetness through the cotton material. "luke, I want you." your whimper of his name was the cue for him to rip your pathetic clothes apart, just like he always did.

Artem

"thank you artem." you say as your daughter hops from the front porch with your ex husband to you who's waiting at the door. you hold her little hand as she waves at her dad goodbye. "papa, bye bye!" she beams at him lovingly and artem swore his heart stopped for a moment. she resembled you so much that it hurts him whenever she smiles. he could only force himself to smile back at his daughter and finally look at her mom. you wore a faint smile that was reserved and distant. it's so ironic that you used to thank artem for picking up the kids as he goes through the door with your daughter, but now there is an invisible line that he cannot cross as he always stays near his car and never close to you. does he want to avoid you that much?

you don't blame him at all, the separation was the darkest time of your lives. both of you needed to sort out the feelings, the papers, and your daughter's wellbeing. you feel a tug at the hem of your clothes together with a question you can't answer. "when will papa come home?" an innocent ask from your child as she watches the back of the car go smaller and smaller. as a parent, it hurts you so much to know the hurting she's feeling is unknown and heavy to her. you try your best to have a stable voice while you wipe the tears off your face. "let's ask him next time okay?" both of you waited until the car turned to a black dot and the door finally closed.

artem is good at co-parenting, he prioritizes his daughter above work and makes sure to correct the mistakes he had with you. he now knew how to spend time with his loved ones, a shame it came too late. he asks your daughter where she wants to eat for her birthday, and she giggles before answering: "where you and mama ate last year! I liked the food you bought home." and your jaw falls slack as artem chuckles, you remember the bill was half of your paycheck but to your extremely successful ex husband it was probably nothing. "okay, what the princess wants, the princess gets." she babbles between thank you's and laughter as he ruffles your daughter's hair.

the servers at the restaurant still think you and artem are together but of course, that's all on the outside. affluent people who recognized the man beside you kept on greeting and greeting, praising his daughter's genes, fawning over his lovely wife and her sense of style. artem didn't know it would be this bad so he had to request a private room, away from everyone. while waiting for the food to arrive, your daughter had to break the unbearable silence with another question. "papa, does mama look good today?" both parents froze at the question and it suddenly put you in a tight spot, making you conscious of your appearance.

you started fixing your hair, licking your lips, all the while artem watched you do it. he cleared his throat as a blush crept on his cheeks. "of course, your mama is always pretty." he replies, and you look away bashfully. it wasn't as if he was once again entranced by your beauty. a dress hugging your body and displaying your curves, the soft curls of your hair styled nicely, the handbag you worked hard for, and the jewelry he gifted you. his daughter didn't hear it but he already complimented you earlier. to hear it for the second time made your heart thump uncontrollably.

"what did you wish for?" you asked the little girl between you and artem. "if I tell it won't come true. I really realllly hope god heard it." she says in her small voice and you had an inkling of what it was. "I hope it comes true too." artem said gently and your daughter turned to him with wide eyes, bobbing her head happily. his phone beeps and he checks it under the table, you see his brows furrowing together with a sigh. "extreme traffic on the main road right now, it's rush hour. we will get home in approximately two hours." he stated, silently asking you what to do. "two hours? it's too long..." you contemplate on what to do but your daughter already butted in her opinion. "let's go to the other house!" and by other house, she means artem's penthouse.

after running around and her mood turning sour from lacking sleep, artem lays her on her old bed. it was the room she had when you were still looking for a nice house with a spacious backyard. you put her there as a baby and when she was a toddler, and it still was clean. "I will go to the other room—" "no, I removed the bed there and it's under renovation. there's equipment and paint." and so, you had to share a bed with artem and wear one of his white shirts. two adults on the same bed with feelings will always end up in a provocative manner.

his thrusts and his flushed face above you is such a sight. artem feels the same way; your hand over your mouth, glossy eyes, fragrant hair on the pillow, and your tummy scrunched from your feet up in the air, he loves it so so much. words can't express the gratitude and love pouring from his heart, he just has to give it back to you right? he gives rough thrusts that deliciously bruise your insides, and releases his seed inside you while his chest heaves from the adrenaline as you look at him with wide eyes.

"artem wait, you came inside!" you only realize it now as you feel the sticky liquid going deeper inside you. his eyes go round from the shock, pulling out but you suddenly hold his hand tightly. "i-it's okay. I was just shocked." you reaffirm and it's scary how his expression falls back to a calm and loving gaze. he gives you light face kisses as his hand circles over your tummy. "I'm glad you find it okay. I'm sorry." he whispers and falls back to bed with you, easily adjusting back to the norm. in the deepest darkest corners of his heart, it wouldn't matter if it was okay with you or not; and artem is not sorry if it creates another child with you.

Vyn

and so, your husband finally reared his ugly head. he was difficult to process the divorce with, always playing mind games with you and your lawyer. and to make it worse, he insisted he had a better financial situation to take care of your child. simply to say, your relationship was built on glass, strong but an equally strong impact will shatter it into pieces, just like the house of cards vyn plays with.

he hides what he's feeling and tucked away his real self, he puts on a facade for the outsiders and a different one for you. but honestly, you know vyn is a good person as you've seen that through the years, he just gets too much sometimes; such as having everyone around you wrapped around his finger and manipulating you before you know it. you have always been slow to catch up onto him.

so expect vyn to be there with you for the summer vacation with your family. it was all for your son's happiness so you had no choice but to suck it up and share a room with him. your parents and cousins even go through the notion of taking your son for you and vyn to have time alone, to rekindle the flame they said. he's truly thankful that everyone around him supports him, he just has this fear of his situation turning out like his parents. he didn't understand it back then but to think that his child would sooner have ill feelings toward the both of you is painful, he doesn't want to watch you go through that path. vyn will do anything to save this family, so why can't you cooperate?

"(y/n) come on now." he motions for you to follow him yet you just stand there, crossed arms and burning stares at his back. he looks back at you poker faced but your heart decided to flutter and betray you, throwing you off guard on how handsome he is. "we're alone now. why do we have to keep up with the act?" you question him as you thread through the sand.

the gold of his eyes against the backdrop of the sunset was a picture you hold dear, even in the midst of being mad at him his face simply coaxes and heals your soul. he mends every wound he makes, he takes back the words he says, and you would follow him clearly, because how could you be blind when you could see everything beneath the surface? you know he's afraid and it's amazing how strong his mentality is for him to keep up like that. "I don't want to waste a gorgeous view with a beautiful girl." one word from his flowery mouth and your eyes shake, knees weak, heart thumping wildly. you snap out of your trance and you realize, you fell for his manipulations again. it's honestly cruel how something sweet could be bad.

vyn knows the hesitance in your eyes, the overthinking that's always eating you up. he does what he has to, he holds your hands and intertwines your fingers. kissing the back of your palm while looking at you, god he was so brazen—"think of this as a trip between friends."—and he was so cruel. he was confusing but he makes you feel at peace, after all, vyn knows you the best. countless nights and days for him to study your mind and body. and when he obtained the knowledge of you, it has been decided that you were his.

you were always his and always have been. the proof is the purplish bruises and redden bites all over your neck, it's very clear in the mirror. the strap of your white lacy bra already down on both your shoulders, your eyes hazy with lust as a tuft of silver hair rests on the valley of your breasts. it leaves a bite and slowly looks at the mirror, his gold eyes the only light against the dark; it was like watching a predator ravage their prey. "look at us. don't you want to be like this forever?" he asked, waiting for your answer. and you reply with another question.

"is it possible?" your voice cracked in the middle and vyn stopped to look at you just as you gaze upon him. "of course." he caresses your right cheek, your head tilting to him in response as he picks up your lips for a kiss. his tongue playing with the roof of your mouth and you letting him in to lock with you. it was pornographic even, the way you let out your choked moans as two of vyn's fingers were inside your mouth, soft breasts kept under the confines of the lace but your lower halves were naked. his harsh pounds prompt the vanity to quake, causing it to thud and thud against the wall, you fear it would make a knowing but disturbing noise and the man behind you noticed. "let them know" "huh?" he then grips your neck to cut off the airway and your eyes immediately water and your mind go haywire.

"we should prove that we're back together, don't we?"

Marius

despite being separated and deprived of a normal, tight-knit family, the twins would always say "best dad ever!", and you wonder if they could be swayed by material things so easily. he sends gifts every now and then, and fulfills their every wish and personally comes home to give it to them. he doesn't want his assistant to handle the family matters. marius wants to be there for you, he has all the money in the world so why don't he support you and his children? but all of those are measly excuses to spend time with you and act like everything's okay.

he's so touchy, casually coming behind you while you're cooking and spoon-feeding you at the dining table. he's still giving you access to his black card, picking you up for work, and dropping you off in his sleek expensive car that's sure to catch eyes. back then when he would drop you off at your apartment, people would ridiculously assume you were some mistress of a politician. but now, in a private village you're secure and away from prying mouths; yet the wives and the maids of the neighboring houses feed the upper echelon's gossip-hungry stomach rumors about you. and it was worse.

they say you still cling to marius because it would be a huge setback if you lost his favor. he's one of the most powerful men in the country, the von hagen conglomerate touches every corner of the world, and being marius' wife grants you the equal power to do anything you want. they whisper among themselves that your glory days are over that's why you always have this bitter look on your face. when it's all just you getting tired of the knives thrown at your back, so this is what it feels like to lose a powerful protection.

"she should be thankful she got pregnant and had kids with him. twins even!" "yes. if she hadn't had those kids, they would be leaving her on the streets." was the worse thing that you heard. they were so shameless talking about you that tears momentarily clouded your eyes but you're at a charity gala and you can't act like this. actually, you thought about that and from the way it struck your heart it seems like it was true. your ex husband was at the front, laughing, talking, shaking hands with important people. and once you were there by his side, either his hand on your waist or arms locked with him. it's funny how you are pushed back with irrelevant people, faded into the background with your accomplishments disregarded. his love was reduced to the ex wife who could only watch him.

"but take pity on her too, did you read that headline the other day? he was seen together with a model." an old woman, years older and supposedly mature than you, said albeit loudly, probably for you to hear. you're not fucking blind or deaf, the headline displayed on every news outlet; whether be it the tv, the radio, social media, your family's, your friend's, your coworker's, and even your phone. everyone around you saw it and they were too afraid to approach about it, afraid that you would lash out but you know they were throwing a pity party for you. and it's so painful and shameful, you feel naked and vulnerable under their scrutinizing gazes, you were so alone. you are alone.

it even hurts that there's proof of a blurred photo yet one look and you knew it was marius. you spent time researching the girl, comparing, feeding your insecurities, and wallowing in self-pity. if your kids weren't there to hug you every time you came home from work, you certainly think you would've broken down. a clink of glasses snaps you out of your thoughts as you look beside to see a man sipping his champagne. "are we both kicked to the curb?" he teases and your sick self already compares it to marius' teasing. "you don't have to rub it in." there was no use to hide it; hearing your reply the man chuckles and extends his hand. yet he didn't even get to say his name when a looming figure appears in front of you two.

from marius' gaze you know he's already downsizing the guy beside you. and his entourage behind him, boldly takes your companion away under the pretense of business. if you go now, you're sure to cause a scene so you're stuck with him. "have you already eaten?" "mhm" you hum in response. marius could feel it was cold, and from the look on your face you're obviously mad, he has a little guess of what it could be but he doesn't want to be ahead of himself. he takes you to the garden with a hand on your waist, shutting the gossip and invoking shocked gazes. "do we have a problem? are you mad?" he asks as soon you're away from everyone.

silence from you prompts him to explain. "what you saw is not true. that was me in the photo but she was just a business partner. she's starting a business so she asked for help from pax—" "did I ask for an explanation?!" you snap and raise your voice at him, his eyes widening at you even though he finds it cute. "why are you getting angry?" "....I'm going home" you dodge his questions and walk past him, but one hold on your arm and he has you back in front of him.

"missy" his silly nickname for you brings butterflies to your stomach until now. "are you jealous?" he teasingly asks and you scoff, shimmying his hold on you. "I'm not. it's not my business anymore." "but I want it to be your business. and I want you to care." marius whines and pouts, turning your back to him so he can hug you. he was always like this, acting like you're still a couple. you had to remind him sometimes of the harsh truth. "have you forgotten we separated?" and he goes silent, his grip on you tightening as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"(y/n) I'm so lonely. I miss you so much it's killing me." his voice breaks while burying his head onto your shoulder, inhaling your fragrant scent. "come back with me? hmm?" he pleads all the while his hand gets busy behind you. a sneaky finger touches your zipper and slowly lets it down. kisses burrowing onto your neck as the feeling of wetness pools down there. marius always takes care of you, just as he prepared a canopy in the grass and lays you down to strip you of your dress. making you tremble from his pounding as he grips your wrists while you were able to moan as loud as you want. biting the supple skin of your breasts, and emptying his seed inside you as he releases his frustrations. "give me another child" he groans, pushing the cum further for good measure.

he feels so sorry that you had to hear those terrible things they said. it was torture to not take immediate action against them, but don't worry, it will be over soon. he'll punish those who dared hurt you, starting with putting them in their places by spreading their own dirty laundry. but it was all according to plan, sooner or later you can't take the rumors anymore and go running back to him. marius soothes your head that's cuddled on his chest, vowing to himself he's going to protect you and take care of the kids, providing them a happy family. all because he can't let go—no...he won't let go.

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