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nagisadelune · 1 year

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Headcanon: Vyn Opening Up

(Definitely not edited)

Oh ho? Writing about a super deep topic? Either way, I'm back to write another Vyn headcanon! For this one, I drew inspiration from Kaguya-sama because let's be honest: they have a lot of great ideas for romance and stuff, especially with the couples in the show. However, this topic leads to several different ideas that I had such as Vyn actually being able to express himself or just starting to feel comfortable and relax.

In the end, I think I ended up with the one idea you'll read because I think that it's shorter. Although the other one works just as well with the topic we want to talk about, I think it deserves to be written better and be more expressive in terms of what we see from the relationship; basically, I would want to write it as a proper fanfiction rather than just the quick headcanons that I write. With that aside, I hope that you enjoy reading this!

For the timeline, I think that this should be around the beginning of your relationship since I feel like this would be established well before you guys get engaged. Also, Vyn's partner can be anyone including Rosa, so that means whoever you are, you can imagine that it's you and him! Alright, let's get to the story!

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She would never love me like this.

Those word ring through his mind as he carefully adjusts the clothes on his body. Although you two already confessed weeks ago, he can't help but feel doubtful about himself as a lover. He knows that you were being truthful about your feelings that day, yet he doubts that you would love the other sides of him: the side that made everyone in his home country reject him, the side when he's stressed, and even the side when he's slightly irritated. With these sides overwhelming him, he wishes he could just let them all out and expose himself to you.

He can't lose you though. After everything that has happened, all he wants is for you to be by his side, but he can't let the one he wants nearest to him to see his weak side because no one would like it. Plus, no one wants to see a tired person after such a long week; he needs to hide it.

"Dr. Richter!" you call out when you spot him in the lobby of your building, but you falter when you notice his tired expression. "Dr. Richter?" Your steps approach him before your figure stops in front of him. When he turns to look at you, the dark eye bags under his eyes contrasts his pale skin, making the concern starting to bubble inside you. He gives you a small smile, hiding the exhaustion from the week.

"Hey, how are you?" he asks quietly, the fake smile extending to his eyes. You look at him, noting his tired golden eyes blink as he looks back at you. Although you haven't said anything to him, you have noticed his tired eyes for a few weeks now, and you're starting to feel restless with what has been happening.

"I'm okay. Are you okay though?" you ask, choosing your words carefully. Your hand slightly reaches to his cheek, feeling the dryness of his skin against your hand. With a frown on your face, you place your hand on his forehead, concerned about him getting sick. His hand reaches up to grab yours and brings it down from his forehead, staring at it and squeezing a bit.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answers softly, not making any eye contact with you. Your mind races as you try to figure out how to help him before a plan forms in your head. Deciding to act on it, you grab his hand and tug on it. His eyes meet yours, slightly confused as he tries to piece together your actions.

"Let's head back," you whisper, swinging your interlocked hands. With a sigh, he stands up and nods in agreement, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. With another slight tug, you two walk back to your apartment, the sounds of the city filling your ears. Although you guys didn't share any words, the silence surprisingly does not feel awkward like it needs to be filled with conversation. Besides, Vyn's thoughts consume his mind, and it seems like he wants to sit with them for a bit.

The moment you step inside the apartment, you immediately drag Vyn to the couch. Despite his confusement, Vyn willingly follows you, taking a seat after you tap the couch cushion besides you. Watching him, you notice his eyes rarely meet yours, making you concerned. With a squeeze of his hand, he looks up at you before sighing.

"Vyn, be honest," you start, hoping for him to open up about his feelings. "Are you feeling okay?" With Vyn's gaze on you, he smiles slightly before squeezing your hand, trying to reassure you.

"I'm okay," he answers with his eye smile. "Don't worry about me, okay?" Although he normally answers well enough to hide his feelings, you know that he's lying to you, and his answer blatantly reveals his feelings. With a huff, you can feel the anger boiling your blood, and Vyn keeps his eyes lowered. As much as he can hide it from you with his words and actions, his eyes would reveal everything to you in an instant. You tug at his hand again, prying an answer out of him.

"Please just tell me," you mutter, looking at your intertwined fingers. You can't help but feel slightly upset that he insists on being strong in front of you. Deep inside, you know that there is something troubling him, and you want him to feel comfortable enough to talk about it with you.

"I'm serious," he answers, squeezing your hand. "I feel fine." That makes you hit your breaking point. With an angry huff, you look at him with a pout, ready to lecture him about how keeping everything bottled inside will make him feel worse. However, you try to keep your anger at bay; there's no way he would immediately feel comfortable with your request, so you need to take baby steps.

"As much as you're going to try and convince me that you are okay, I can tell you aren't," you start, clearly explaining the situation from your perspective. Despite the anger that wants to come out of you, you know better than to explode at him for his feelings. "I've been worried for weeks about this, and I just need you to understand that I'm here for you. You might not feel comfortable to talk about it, but I just want you to know that I'm here to listen whenever you want someone," you continue after a shaky breath, your eyes still looking at your intertwined fingers. "Please," you whisper, "don't try to hold it all in." The anger inside you dissipates to sadness as you work out your feelings over the topic. You shoot him a small smile which Vyn returns with a sigh.

"Alright then," Vyn responds back quietly, brushing away the strands of hair away from your face. "I didn't want to bother you with this problem since I thought you only wanted to see the stronger side of me." He reaches for your other hands, forcing the two of you to directly face each other on the couch. "I'm sorry that you have been so worried about me," he apologizes as his thumbs run over the back of your hands. You watch him bring your hands to his lip to kiss them before tugging gently on them to close the distance between you two. His arms wrap around you as he gently rests his chin on your shoulder. Despite your flushed cheeks, you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head.

"Tired?" you whisper into his ear, your hands gently smoothing the strands of his silky white hair down. You feel him nod into your shoulder as his hands gently lower to your waist. In an instant, you feel his hands grip your waist before moving you towards him, settling your figure close enough that your legs legs are touching. With his sudden actions, your cheeks happen to become redder than before, leading to you hiding your face into his shoulder.

With a shaky breath, he asks, "Is it okay if we can talk about it?" Shocked, you pull yourself away from him to look at his face. When you two make eye contact, you notice the honest gleam in his eyes, making you smile a bit. You nod a bit before you rest against him again. Although he feels scared to admit his weakness to you, your words were enough to ease his worries a bit; he's definitely not close to completely opening up to you yet, he feels comforted to witness your willingness and care.

For the rest of the time you're together, Vyn speaks in a hushed voice as he conveys his feelings without the restraint he normally shows. Although he decides to not reveal certain details, the weight of keeping it to himself finally lifts off his chest.

Maybe it's okay to be weak in front of her.

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And that's a wrap! I was kind of hoping that this one would end up better, but it is what it is. This is what I get for not thinking things through, but I still hope that you liked this one! I'll see you in the next one!

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artemstellation · 2 years

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✦ fever (my heart yearns for you) | vyn richter

vyn richter has impeccable self control.

at least that's what he tells himself.

in reality, he doesn't have any ― at least not when it comes to the human next door, who he's been keeping watch over like the past few weeks like a school girl with a crush.

as much as it would pain him to admit it (he was someone who believed in rationality and logic, and feelings like love and crushes were not part of his not-that-he-would-admit-is-flawed logic), he was head over heels, and had fallen in love at the first sight.

which lead him to where he was now, watching over you as feed the neighborhood strays, as they run and curl up next to you for pats and roll around in weird ways that make you laugh.

he feels his heart skip a few beats, and it makes him worried that he's falling too hard (you already have, his mind whispers at him, but he pointedly chooses to ignore it).

he continues to keep watch, until you reach home with little to no issues (he did it seeing as how it was late at night, and that meant more activity from mischievous supernaturals), and he's just about to go away, content with having made sure that you were safe and sound, when you turn around and look at him straight in the eye (even as he hides and blends in the night in his black cat form).

“well, i need to thank you for keeping watch over me for a while now, but if you wanted my attention, you could always come talk to me in your human form, neighbour.”

the first time he hears you speak to him directly has him falling harder into the abyss of love and adoration, but your words only click with him when you're long gone ― and he finds himself grinning, hard.

maybe there isn't going to be a lot of explaining about why he can turn both into a cat and a human as he initially thought there was going to be.

he'll take you up on that offer, he decides, as he shows up the next day in his human form ― and turned quite the few heads, leaving him more than confident enough in facing you.

as he stands outside your door, he falters in his steps ― how would he let you know that this was his human form? should he meow at you? should he shift in front of you? what was he supposed to do?

as he's lost in his thoughts, he hears the sound of your door creaking open too late, and before he can say anything, you give him the most smug smirk he's ever seen on a person (that is, other than marius, the sneaky little devil).

“i see you've decided to take up my offer, dear neighbour.”

he's taken aback, but doesn't show it, as years of blending in amongst humans has made his acting and resting face almost impeccably perfect ― one that seems extremely hard to decipher, unless he lets you do so, to pry into what makes him, him.

he responds with an equally smug tone, although it's hidden amongst his calm demeanor and you don't quite notice it anyway, because his twinkling amber eyes have you distracted.

“your offer was quite the tempting one, you see, and how could i refuse any opportunity to know my latest acquaintance some more?”

“seems that you know quite enough from your time shifting,” you quip back, teasingly raising your eyebrow at him, and he knows that it was a good choice to accept your proposal.

“then can i take it as that you know what i am, too?”

“i do, i suppose.”

“oh, and what could i be, human?”

“a vampire.”

he blinks in visible astonishment at you, surprised that you got it right at the first try. was he really that obvious? maybe he wasn't as good at acting like a human as he thought he was.

“oh, i got it right? i was just random guessing, but who knows it'd turn out to be true.”

he hears you mumble the second part of your sentence under your breath, and chuckles softly. you seem to have realised that he's heard you, as a soft colour flushes through your skin.

“it appears quite so that you would make a truly excellent companion at a quiz.”

he watches you blush harder at his teasing. a part of him wants to continue to tease, to continue to fluster you further, but he holds back, both to rein in himself and to spare you what could be further embarrassment.

the day passes far too quick, and he learns far too little about you ― at least, according to his liking.

you were a teacher at the very same place where marius's contractor (and significant other, his mind supplies) studies ― and you were the very same, extremely interesting human, that marius told the rest of the nxx about ― your curiosity in the supernatural had piqued his interest, and he was very happy that it was you who had him running around so illogically (at least, according to him).

as you part ways with him, he feels a need to reach out, and to ask you to spend some more time with him, to tell him more about yourself ― but he stops.

he only gives you an enigmatic smile as he moves on, although his eyes that seem to burn like liquid gold, hold silent promises of a next time, and the next time after.

he feels greedy for the first time in a long, long while.

it seemed that his self-restraint always flew out of the window whenever it came to you, and only you. He wanted more, and more, and more than he thought could ever have, and frankly, it appeared that he would soon be more and more avaricious when it was about you.

he'd have to do something about that, given that he's supposed to be a part of the undead.

but look at him, nearly the avatar of greed.

vyn richter does not get jealous.

or so he tries to convince himself.

as he watches you interact with that other teacher, who oh-so-clearly has a crush on you, very much visible from her constant teasing and flirting that's directed towards you.

(oh, and he's a teacher alongside you. he showed up one day as part of the new faculty, nearly giving you a heart attack ― but he's a great teacher, and you're pretty sure at least half the student population has a crush on him.)

he watches you flush and laugh at whatever she says, and a twisted feeling makes itself home in his chest ― he feels it wrap around his very being, twisting and constricting him as his chest tightens.

jealousy, his mind says. you're burning in jealousy, because you can't do what she can do, because you don't have the courage to act on your feelings like she can.

no, he whispers right back. i'm not jealous. they're just talking with each other.

the voice in his head only tuts at him, before retreating to the depths of his consciousness.

before he can move forward and do something about his unprecedented feelings (or so he thinks) ― he hears a few students call out to him, and they take up his attention for the remainder of time, even as he tries to keep an eye on you amongst the crowd.

when he's finally done, and the students move away with warm smiles of 'thank you, professor richter!' or 'i'll make sure to come by if i need help with something else, professor!', you're gone and out of sight.

he glances around, before sighing to himself.

“what's the big sigh for, professor richter?”

and lo and behold, just as he was thinking about making his way around campus to find you, it turns out that you found him first.

you stand right behind him, lips curled up in that charming grin that always has him falling over and over again (he'd never admit it, again), leaning on the doorframe of the entrance to his classroom as your eyes stealthily follow every movement of his.

“nothing to worry about. it's just that the kids are really energetic, but their enthusiasm is welcomed, although it does drain me out.”

you nod in understanding at his answer, before gesturing at him to follow you.

he tilts his head, confused at your actions, but then he notices your captivating hues light up, with what he assumes to be, mischief.

“students bunk classes all the time, so would it really hurt a little if a professor or two did it too?”

he stares at you for a moment, trying to process what he just heard, and really, it makes you want to die of embarrassment. then, he laughs.

he laughs, so hard that there's tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

“sure, i would love to accompany you, but really, you can't say that considering the fact that the working day is already over, can you?”

he watches you flush again. huffing, you turn away from him.

“just shut up and let me treat you to a good meal, you damn vampire. i'll spray salt all around my house if you keep this up, you know.”

he laughs once again, but refrains from teasing you further.

“all right, lead the way, then.”

really, really, you've got him wrapped around your finger, and well, he doesn't mind.

after all, you make him feel things that he thought he'd never feel again.

vyn richter has an epiphany.

maybe he should stop trying to lie to himself.

vyn richter has almost always found himself on the receiving end of peoples' affection over the years that he's lived, be it for his good looks or for his wealth. there's never really a dearth of people looking for an opportunity to have a piece of him, but he's learnt to ignore them all.

because after all, humans are the most selfish creatures of all. but, it is in this ability to feel emotions that gives them a beauty like no other, and sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes that he could be human again.

to feel his heart beat again, to feel the now frozen blood in his veins thrum with the echoes of life once again, to have his emotions crumble his very being, to feel his very own warmth, but alas, he's unable to have it.

that is, until, he met you.

you, whose warmth just radiates off of your being like the sun, and you, whose ability to get along with supernaturals like it was second nature, and you were, but one of them.

marius's mentioning of your curiosity in and about the unknown and the unseen had piqued his own into you, and truly, he can never forget the first time that he saw you.

because for the first time in a long, long while, he felt his heart thrum in rapid beats, leaving him breathless, and the liquid life in his veins burst alive like an explosion, and he knew ― he knew at that moment, that no one else but you, would be the one for him.

no one but you, who he could fall in love with, and devote his entire being to. the time he's spent with you, as he watches you smile at him in that bright, blinding way you do, and the way your affection burns through him and brings him back to an era long gone, only convincing him further.

and so, vyn richter decides.

that, maybe, he'll let himself fall and indulge himself this once.

because, there is no greater beauty, than the beauty that is love with true, deep affection.

vyn richter wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

this time, he agrees wholeheartedly.

it's a late evening, closer to dusk, when you call him out for one of your regular excursions that have now become second routine to him.

as he walks his way to the location that you'd sent him, he takes the quiet and solitude to look back at how far he's come.

it's been a long, long time since he's turned, and since he's found people he can keep close to him, but it doesn't really matter to him. not anymore, now that you're here to brighten his cloudy days.

the closer he gets to you, the more he feels it ― warmth blooming through his chest, crawling up and into his blood, setting him aflame from the inside, in a way that just screams that he's alive.

he sees you wave at him as he comes into your line of sight, and he hardens his resolve.

to tell you of the way he feels, and of his wish to spend his time with you.

you give him a small smile when he finally, finally reaches you, and he reciprocates with one of his own.

but, then he notices. it's not one of your usual happy smiles, and he finds himself frowning at the thought of something bothering you enough to take away your brilliant self.

and of course, you notice the smallest of changes in his expressions, as you always do with the tiniest of things about him (and he feels himself fall deeper, deeper into this abyss everytime you do, and he never wants to come out of it), and sigh deeply.

“i'm sorry for calling you out on such short notice, but thank you for coming ―”

he feels the nervousness roll off you, instead of the usual happiness with that twinge of mischief, and he feels some things that he hasn't felt in a long time crawl up his being.

fear and anxiety.

but he shakes it off, in favour of listening to you, and not the what ifs? his mind keeps conjuring about the worst of scenarios that could possibly happen.

“i've got something to tell you.”

he nearly feels his heart stop in his chest (and he forgets for a moment that it was nigh impossible for it to happen, since it stopped beating a long, long time ago), but keeps his composure.

“vyn richter, i ―”

he holds his breath, ready for to hear anything and bear the consequences of it, but a part of him wants to oppose it, and he shuts it down.

“i'm in love with you.”

he blinks. once, twice. as of he's unable to believe what he's heard, because he really can't and it all seems like a cruel joke that his mind's made up ―

“what did you just say?”

he hears you sigh, and you begin to speak again.

“i'm in love with you, vyn. have been since the day i first saw you.”

so he really did hear it right. and then, he feels relief washing over him, and he can't help but want to hear it again and again and again.

“once more.”

“what?”

“say it once more.”

“what? that i'm in love with you?”

“yes,” he says, breathless.

“fine,” you drawl out, embarrassed for a reason unknown to you.

“vyn richter, i am so, so in love with you, to the point that i want to spend the rest of my time with you, and i want to be your happiest memory.”

he smiles, and it's not that charming, enigmatic smile he gives everybody else ― this one's genuine, and you know from the way his eyes crinkle a little.

“i love you too.”

then, you smile too, and soon enough, the two of you are laughing for a reason that neither of you know, but really, he swears, he's never been this happy.

as he calms down, he finally, finally, finds his courage to ask you, but you beat him to it once again.

“can i kiss you?”

and all he can do is nod, because he doesn't trust himself at the moment, not to say something that'll ruin this precious little moment.

kissing you is an explosion of emotion, and all he wants is to feel it again, all over again, like it was the first time, and soon enough, one of his hands is threading through your hair, and the other pulling you close, closer than he thought would be possible.

he never wants to let go of you, but he reluctantly does so, because you are human, and humans need to breathe.

you smile at him, the one he loves so, so much and he can't help but want to kiss you again.

so, he does, and joy bursts through every fibre of his being when you respond with equal fervour and enthusiasm. it's only when he feels you tapping at his shoulder, that he pulls away.

“now that we've established how we feel about each other, there's something else i need to tell you about.”

he listens with rapt attention, not wanting to miss anything.

“make a blood bond with me.”

and for the second time that evening, vyn richter is left stupefied, because the person he loves now (and the fact that he just found out a few minutes ago) wants to have the vampire equivalent of a demon contract (and the human equivalent of an engagement) now?

“are you sure?”

he's happy, he really is, but he wants to make sure that this is what you really, really want.

“i am.”

he searches your face and body language for any sign of hesitation, but when he doesn't find any, he finally agrees.

he kisses you once again, and slowly moves his way towards your neck. his touch his feather-light, and he handles you like you are someone made of glass, someone that will shatter at just the wrong touch.

when he finally, finally sinks his fangs into you, and the taste of you tumbles into his mouth, he feels a closer, deeper, bond forge itself between him and you, and he can't find it in himself to complain.

not when he finds himself getting addicted to the feeling of you, the taste of you and you in your entire being.

he pulls away slowly, so as to not hurt you, and a small marking manifests onto your skin, at the very place he bit you.

he finds himself strangely proud, and you look the happiest he's seen you.

“please, do know that i'm never letting you go now.”

you laugh, and it's music to his ears.

“would never dream of it, and it's more like you're stuck with me.”

yeah, he really wouldn't mind that, not one bit, and vyn knows that he's made the right decision.

you were, are and will always be the one for him.

“so, when are we holding our wedding?”

“oh, shut up and kiss me first, and then take me out on a date, we'll think about it afterwards, human.”

“your wish is my command, but we're definitely inviting my students to the wedding.”

he ends up kissing you to shut you up himself.

yeah, he definitely wouldn't mind spending his eternity with you.

vyn has come a long way. from being someone who has had nothing, to someone who has everything, and the reason for it all, is you. you and your brilliantly wonderful self, you're the one who his heart yearns for.

and he would never, ever, have it any other way.

✦ notes; holy that is long ― but i hope you enjoy it! i certainly did writing it, and i hope you will too, reading it! now to write that android artem fic ―

take care of yourself and remember to take breaks <3

― rine

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calx-bdo · 1 year

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"A psychiatrist never tells his secrets."

A TEARS OF THEMIS FANFIC

FT. VYN, YOU

G/N READER!

"Oh, how can one man figure out all my secrets!"

The morning sun shined into the window, curtains slowly flowing to the rhythm of the softly blowing wind. Outside the window, birds chirped as the morning dew slowly dripped off leaves.

This would be a perfect morning, if you were not losing your minds over Vyn's mind games.

First off, he woke up earlier than you. Earlier! Vyn, the man who has shifted NXX meetings to the afternoon to fit his sleeping schedule. Vyn, the man who under no circumstance would absolutely allow anybody (well, except you) to wake him up before 11am, waking up before you!? Unheard of!

What was even worse was that he also PREPARED BREAKFAST? He woke up of early morning drowsiness and made you breakfast?! Okay, maybe he was being the oh-so-caring boyfriend that he is but..It truly is too much to believe!!!

However, a package arrived. Not knowing what was inside it, you called Vyn over to take a look. He deduced that perhaps it could be something that a client sent as thanks for their case, or perhaps one of Vyn's patients sent over a gift of appreciation. And so, you both opened it together. Inside...was none other than....

The gold necklace you had wanted?!

The week before, you and Vyn were out shopping together. However, Vyn said he had left something in his car and went to go get it, and you were walking around jewelry stores just to find something eye-catching to wear to a masquerade ball that you both were invited to. However, all the prices made your wallet feel empty, even though you haven't even bought anything yet...

But somehow the gold necklace is right in front of your very eyes?! Vyn's face etched a sly grin, and his eyes displayed that he knew something that was kept a secret from you. This was truly all too mind-boggling! (had to sneak in a white person phrase sorry)

Of course, out of curiosity you asked Vyn what was he smiling about. He merely shrugged and said, "Haha, for me to know, for you to find out."

This Vyn-! Well, at least you have something to wear to the ball..

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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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kissmetwicekissmedeadly · 1 year

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Screenshoted at a bad time and got an unfortunate expression to go with this text . . .

#tears of themis #tot #tot vyn #vyn richter #tears of themis vyn #tears of themis meme #tears of themis vyn richter #mo yi #tot mo yi

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alstroemeriadissonance · 2 years

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Little Dr. Richter

Something SFW and fluffy this time around. I wasn't in the best of moods recently, so wrote this short piece to help cheer myself up, somehow.

Mostly written to deal with my brain goblins, so totally not proofread.

He was not supposed to see it. But he found it, nonetheless, when he sauntered to Rosa’s windowsill, intending to help her with placing the flowers he brought along for his visit into the vase set by the window.

It was sitting there, perched on one of her plush chairs, and with a curious glint in his champagne-gold eyes he took a closer look at the object in question, placing the bouquet of lilies and roses on Rosa’s nearby study table for the meantime.

Dr. Vyn Richter, with an odd smile on his face as he beamed at her, now had it in his arms.

“We match, do we not?” Vyn had an amused lilt in his voice. He was wearing his usual tie-and-waistcoat ensemble, and the thing in his arms was…wearing something very similar.

In his arms, to Rosa’s utter embarrassment and desire for the floor beneath her feet to crack open and swallow her whole, was her stuffed snowy owl plush toy, newly customized and assembled from the nearby Build-A-Friend toy shop.

“Um. Yeah?” Rosa’s smile was twisted.

Of course they matched. The clothes on the rather cuddly snowy owl plush in Vyn’s arms—a white button up shirt, brown waistcoat, red necktie, and black-rimmed spectacles—was specifically chosen because it was meant to represent him.

Vyn had mentioned during one of their casual bookshop meetings that he liked snowy owls, and that the white, fluffy, cuddly-looking murder machines reminded him of more pleasant memories from his homeland.

So when Rosa noticed that it was possible to customize a snowy owl plush toy in the Build-A-Friend toy shop that she passed by on the way to work—she was also in dire need of something to cheer herself up from a bad week—she immediately slunk into the store to have one made in his likeness, or at least wearing a facsimile of his daily work clothes.

And bearing his gentle, smiling eyes.

It was one of her very few impulse purchases, and one that she never regretted.

Though the lack of regret may change, now that the man it was modeled after was now grinning as he held it out to her, and Rosa didn’t quite know if the smile was of mirth, or of something she’d rather not think about.

“Rosa, I am rather curious,” he began, the small smile not leaving his face, “Where did you get this handsome doll?” His smile grew wider. “I may want to procure some—not like this particular, special one, mind—for my younger patients who may need a pick-me-up.”

Rosa was about to answer him, when Vyn’s fingers accidentally brushed against the tag hanging by a thin vinyl thread from the hem of the owl’s waistcoat.

Oh. Oh no!

Her eyes grew wide, and she was of a mind to snatch the toy from his hands; but it was too late, Vyn was already reading the text aloud:

“Build-A-Friend,” he murmured. “Ah, this is along the Central Business District. I may drop by one of these days, when schedule permits.” He then flipped the tag to see more information.

If it were possible for Rosa to throw herself out of the window, at that very moment, there was a more than zero percent chance of her doing so.

“Hi, my name is…” He continued, reading off the four words in print followed by a handwritten scribble. Vyn’s glee was unmistakable this time. “...Vyn.”

Nothing but Rosa keening in embarrassment, could be heard for the next few seconds.

Vyn’s amused smile then softened to one of affection, and he turned the owl plush in his hands so it faced him. “Well, hello there, little me,” he said, addressing the stuffed owl toy. “As you are tasked to be her companion in my stead, I am compelled to vet you before I fully entrust this very important duty into your...” A pause. “Wings.”

What followed after could be Rosa’s wishful imagination: Vyn manipulating the stuffed owl in such a way that it gave a nod, as if in response to the doctor’s statement.

“I will need to arrange the flowers in your vase first,” Vyn said as he carefully handed Little Vyn into Rosa’s arms. “Would you be a dear and bring out teacups for three people?”

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Vyn cleared his throat. “Mr. Vyn,” he began, “What are your thoughts on Miss Rosa, and why are you interested in taking on this duty of paramount importance?”

All three—the third one being the owl plush—were enjoying the Earl Grey tea that Vyn brought in a thermos along with a plate of his freshly-baked dark chocolate and mint cookies.

He and Rosa sat opposite each other, while Vyn the Owl perched on the table, with his own cup of tea and a small plate bearing a cookie.

Rosa watched in rapt amusement as Vyn senior carried on a one-sided interview with Vyn junior.

“I see,” Vyn murmured as he raised his own tea cup to his lips, as if the own namesake had indeed given a reply that only he could hear. “How quaint,” he continued after taking a sip. “But you do know that our dear Miss Rosa is a very independent and capable person? Surely you do not intend to invade her privacy as she sleeps?”

Vyn raised an eyebrow, still looking at his owl namesake, as if prompting it to say something in its defense.

Rosa at this point had a lot of questions, but knew better than to interrupt the strange yet curiously heartwarming scene unfolding right in front of her; she took a sip of tea from her cup, instead.

“Mm-hmm,” the doctor nodded. “That is most reassuring.” Then he faced Rosa, and asked her, “Do you have any questions for your owl companion?”

Rosa merely blinked at him, almost taken aback at the sudden request for her input. Yet a brilliant—at least, in her mind—idea struck her. “Please ask Mr. Vyn what he thinks of you.”

And then it was Vyn’s turn to look at her silently, this time with slightly widened eyes. “Ah, that is a most interesting question,” he murmured as soon as he managed to collect himself. “Well then,” he said, once again addressing the erudite owl plush, “Your thoughts, Mr. Vyn?”

This time, it took Vyn longer than usual before he spoke. “I…see,” he murmured, before nibbling on his cookie. “I apologize for disappointing you. I, too, would like to be around Miss Rosa more often. Nonetheless, do know that I am forging on towards my eventual goal of…” He took a sip of tea, as if gathering courage to say the next few words, “Making that happen. Eventually.”

His gold eyes locked onto hers, letting the quietude of the moment allow the meaning of his words to sink in.

“Mr. Vyn does not hold me in such high regard,” Vyn said to Rosa, after some time. “He is quite disappointed at me, to put it mildly. He thinks he should not have to pick up the slack of keeping you company, that it is I who should be immediately by your side if you are feeling burdened, and for you not have to resort to holding a stuffed toy animal for comfort, as effective it may be for such a temporary measure.”

Another lengthy period of silence followed; Vyn’s gaze had never left hers all the while. His fingers sought out her hand across the table. “I am sorry for being so presumptuous, Rosa,” he said, quietly. “But I do regret not being in your presence as often as I would like.” His thumb tenderly caressed the back of her hand. “Am I allowed to seek your companionship?”

Rosa did not say anything, but instead let her fingers intertwine with his.

A soft smile crept onto Vyn’s lips once again, and he let that particular thread drop.

It would be a conversation for another day.

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Eventually it was finally time for him to leave, having had his fill of Rosa’s presence.

“I trust that you will do your duties to Miss Rosa to the best of your capabilities,” Vyn said, addressing the owl plush that Rosa held tightly in her arms. “I will relieve you of your duties, Mr. Vyn.” A soft, yet knowing smile. “Soon enough.”

“Thanks for dropping by, Dr. Richter,” Rosa said, a soft blush suffusing her cheeks with a rosy tint. “Um. If you need anyone to taste test your cookie recipes, I’m always available!”

Unconsciously she held the owl plush close to her face, snuggling it in a vain attempt to hide her embarrassment.

Vyn could not help but let out a sigh.

“Dr. Richter?”

The doctor shook his head, mulling whether or not to say what was in his mind at the moment. Eventually he let his selfishness win out in the end, and he admitted, “I could not help but feel a little dismayed, that my namesake is getting to enjoy something I could not.”

“What do you mean?” Rosa asked, genuinely not understanding what he was trying to hint at her.

“The very thing that you are doing with Mr. Vyn at the moment.”

The doctor was now pouting, a sight that Rosa thought she would only see on Marius.

“Eh?” Rosa merely stared at him, then eventually realized what he meant: She was holding the owl plush close to her face, hugging it.

With a small laugh Rosa gently placed her owl plush by her feet and reached out to Vyn for a hug. There was nothing wrong with a hug—Vyn was her close friend, after all, and after everything he had done for her a hug is one of the least things she could do for him…

As Vyn let himself be enveloped in Rosa’s tight hold, he secretly imprinted the scent of her skin and hair to his memory.

And as he let go of her embrace, he let his lips accidentally brush the side of her cheek, and the corner of her mouth…

Something that even Rosa, despite her cluelessness about such matters, seemed to notice; and whose meaning she understood.

It will be me in her arms, Vyn vowed to himself. Soon enough.

#tears of themis #tears of themis fanfic #vyn richter #mo yi #tot mo yi

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vhsreze · 2 years

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Tears of Themis 1st Birthday Invitations

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 1 year

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💖 Vyn SSR "Burning Embrace" wallpapers 💖

#look ik his color isn't pink but marius alr got the purple emoji and it looks nicer with these pics ok;;;#vyn ssr: burning embrace #tears of themis #vyn richter #mo yi #tot vyn #tot mo yi #aerin.jpg #my post 📫#l'hôtel.tearsofthemis #l'hôtel.tot #themis.vyn #tot wallpapers #tears of themis wallpaper #.... that might be all from me tonight as its getting pretty late already..#and for as much as i desperately need to spam... i also need some rest hhh #so tempted to read any one of em rn buuuttt... life ;;#wouldn't be able to afford any of this w/out my job so kinda can't fuck that up either yk;;

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tears-of-diamond · 2 years

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| CN server — HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY! 🌃

| Date released: 7/21

#tears of themis #artem wing #tot artem #tot vyn #vyn richter #marius von hagen #tot marius #luke pearce #tot luke #zuo ran #tot zuo ran #mo yi #lu jinghe #xia yan #tot lu jinghe #tot xia yan #tot mo yi #tot

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anittam · 6 months

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Vyn and Artem are waiting for the rain to pass so they could leave NXX headquarters

Vyn: Woah, today's weather looks just like you Artem, shitty.

Artem: the forecast did said that things would get wet, I am sure that will be a first for you.

Vyn: Oh yes, several inches of rain, I heard, can you imagine that? More than one inch?

Artem: you know? I think I'm having trouble, maybe if you move a little that way into the oncoming traffic, maybe the whole world and I would have the peace and quiet necessary to envision such thing.

Vyn: I would, but who would take care of our dear Rosa? What would she do without her favorite boyfriend? She wouldn't have anyone to talk to, hang out with, or walk her home during a storm. Oh! How I miss the way she say "Chotto Matte Kudasai".

*Artem pushes Vyn off the balcony, into the rain*

Artem: oh, shit, you didn't melt, the wizard of oz lied to me.

Vyn: I hate you.

Artem: I hate you more.

To get rid of the weight on my conscience, I like to think that Rosa dates all the boys in nxx, and they are aware of this, but they whole hearted believe that they will be able to make the others give up on the relationship, until they are Rosa's only boyfriend.

So scenes like this are not uncommon.

#tears of themis #vyn richter #luke pearce #marius von hagen #rosa tot #artem wing #tot mo yi #tot vyn #tot artem #tot marius #tot luke #the girls are fighting #nxx #the nxx is a polycule #incorrect quotes

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lucyw260 · 9 months

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I got Luke's 2nd anniversary SSR though I had to hard pity, now I have all 4 of the 2nd anniversary cards🥳🥳

I also was close to getting Vyn's total purchase SSR so I bought a few months of monthlys to get me closer and now I have that SSR too😊

#tears of themis #tot #tot luke #tears of themis luke #luke tears of themis #luke pearce #vyn richter #vyn tot #tears of themis vyn #vyn tears of themis #luke tot #tot vyn #tot xia yan #tot mo yi #tears of themis mo yi #tears of themis xia yan #mihoyo #hoyoverse

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nagisadelune · 1 year

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Headcanon: You and Vyn on a Work Date

(Definitely not edited)

I think it's about time I wrote something for Vyn... Yeah, I think I should write this one about Vyn. As much as all of the guys would do this, I think it would be nice to see a softer side of Vyn aside from him challenging Rosa's knowledge, so let's do this!

I was inspired to write this one because I recently cut my hair to have curtain bangs, and let's just say that I had a bit of trouble getting used to them since they get in the way sometimes. (Probably TMI, but eh, whatever.) Either way, I hope you like this one! (In advance, I apologize if this one is shorter than the other ones since this headcanon really isn't much to work with in the first place.)

For the timeline, you can imagine an established relationship after first anniversary, so the relationship is relatively new. Also, the relationship can be you; it doesn't have to be Rosa, but I do need you to imagine that you have longer bangs!

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The calm silence settles between the two of you while your eyes quickly skim over the lines on your tablet. Despite the hard work week you had, you somehow managed to find some time to visit Vyn at his residence for a date, but it ends up with the two of you sitting on his couch working; considering the current workload of your jobs, it's a miracle that you guys could even spare some time to visit each other for a bit during the day. The scent of the black tea he brewed earlier wafts into your nose as you start taking notes on the page.

Vyn works on studying his patients' cases in the comfortable silence sitting between you two, studying the symptoms from observations. However, his focus doesn't last long as he watches your focused eyes reading. While he wants to ask questions about you, he decides against it to avoid distracting you, leading to him watching every subtle movement you make. Captivated by the way that your lips purse when you're thinking about the statement you just read, he can't help but to focus on you rather than the files on his tablet.

"What is it?" you ask after you notice him staring. Your hand scribbles a note down as you wait for his reply.

"Nothing," he answers simply before you feel his eyes look away from you. Although you doubt his answer, you shrug it off as you continue to work again. Your hand slightly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear when your eyes return back to the page. As the stylus in your hand twirls in circles, you feel Vyn's gaze on you again. You look over at him while he turns his head away from you. Sighing, you return back to your work, not noticing the strand of hair you tucked away falling in front of your face again.

A moment later, you feel a hand caress your ear, tucking the hair behind your ear. With the soft finger pads slightly touching the shell of your ear, you look up to see Vyn carefully pushing the hair away. In his other hand, his fingers pinch a small clip that he carefully pushes into your hair. When he releases his hold on the clip and your hair, your bangs are clipped away from your eyes, letting you see better.

"Is that okay?" he whispers, checking around your head for any other strands that might interfere with your vision. With your cheeks turning a bright pink, you nod your head, feeling nervous with the physical touch just then. Quickly turning your head back to the tablet, you hear him chuckle before turning his eyes away from you. Although you try to focus your mind on your work, your thoughts and eyes wander before meeting Vyn's figure besides you. In an instant, you have an idea.

"Dr. Richter, does your hair often get into your eyes?" you question curiously. Surprised, he looks up at you before setting his pen down to give you his full attention.

"Not always, but occasionally it does," he answers clearly. "Why do you ask?" Although you originally didn't think this far ahead, you figure that you did bring up the question rather suddenly.

You decide to follow up with a question: "Would it be okay if I tied up your hair?" Initially shocked, he quickly recomposes himself and nods at you. While you move the hair tie on your wrist to your fingers, he awkwardly bends down to help you, making you giggle a little. Although the proximity of his warm breath near the skin of your shoulder makes you blush, you diligently gather his hair in front of his face before carefully wrapping and looping the hair tie around the small ponytail you made. When you finish, you pull away and almost burst out in laughter from his silly hairstyle.

"Does it look bad?" Vyn questions, trying to figure out why your face is turning red. You can only manage a strangled hum as you basically lose it: your laughter coming out in little spurts. When you finally recompose yourself, you look him into his eyes before bringing your face down and laughing again. The little ponytail you made for him stands at the edge of his hairline like a unicorn horn, the ends curling towards his forehead.

"I-I swear y-you look g-good," you manage to get out in between your laughs. While your back hunches over to hide you smiling face, Vyn frowns at you slightly, still puzzled about your reaction. He then pulls out his phone to take a look before giving a helpless smile to himself.

"Do you have another hair tie?" he asks, a plan starting to form in his head. You manage to stop laughing enough to answer and pull out a hair tie from your purse by your feet. "Is it okay if I touch your hair again?" he carefully asks, his hands stopping midway between him and your hair. You nod before he starts tying your hair in the same hairstyle. When he finishes, you take a look at your hair, realizing that you two have the same hairstyle, making you start to laugh again. On the other hand, Vyn just smiles slightly to admire the work he did on your hair.

As your miniature fit of laughter finally dies off, it finally puts a stop to work for the two of you; you finally let go of work to relax a bit. Because of this, you finally feel the exhaustion hit you, making you fall asleep when Vyn steps out for a phone call. Walking back in about to ask about dinner, he spots you sleeping on the couch, curled up into the cushion. After setting his phone down, he grabs a blanket from one of his closets before laying it over you, making sure your entire body is covered by the thick fabric. He smiles, seeing your cheek pressed into cushion and no wrinkles on your forehead. While he would stay with you, Vyn decides to let you sleep peacefully, returning back to work besides you.

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And that's a wrap! I feel like this one was really short because work dates are often very monotonous (I think), but I hope that this one was still relatively cute in terms of what happened! Whether or not you think it was cute, I still hope that you enjoyed it, and I'll see you in the next one!

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yaatrickyassification · 2 years

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The human mind - [ Vyn Richter x Gn! Reader ]

Synopsis: Vyn is someone who is knowledgeable about the human mind and the emotions accompanying it, but experiencing it himself seems to confuse him to no end.

Vyn sighs as he runs his white and slender fingers on his well-combed silvery locks, as the strands of hair pass through the gaps of his fingers, the renowned therapist's mind was a mess. Well, more like his heart was a mess, a small statement from his assisting nurse snapped him out of his internal rambles.

He turned on his side and gently smiled at the girl, seeing the polite but distant smile on her doctor's face. The assistant's heart did a little bounce, well, you can't blame her. Vyn Richter is one of the most handsome men she met in her life.

Bowing politely, she finally went on her way to do her duties that had been assigned to her job role, seeing her leave the vicinity. The smile that was on Vyn's lips slowly turned down as he tried to steal his nerves that had been a mess since a week ago.

Opening the metal door, Vyn stepped inside the room, it was white. All of it.

And there you sat soullessly on the white chair, your eyes never looking at anything but only staring at the hands that were handcuffed to the table, Vyn wonders if anything even phases you in this state.

With the door shutting close with noise but was enough to break the silence that has been ensuing since a week ago, did your eyes finally leave the sight of your hands painfully cuffed to the cold metal, your [e/c] meeting golden shimmering ones.

With the eye contact, Vyn sucks in his breath painfully as his vision blurred greatly at a fast pace, trying to compose himself from bawling his eyes out right here, right now at an interrogation site.

Vyn grips the metal chair with unshakeable strength as he sits in front of you, his board that takes note of his goals and duties now laid on the table, your eyes never seem to leave his form. He shivers.

"H-How have you been?" Vyn cursed under his breath at the stutter that left the beginning of his words, you looked over to him before turning your head to the side, with a smile that slowly etched into your lips. "It seems that you haven't changed?"

"I have, time is constantly flowing and humans will change every second, every minute, and every hour." You raise a brow.

"Still as philosophical, I see." Vyn nods a gentle smile flowing into his lips, he missed this, missed you, and how good and better it was a few years ago.

"I've been good just been going around collecting NXX drugs," at your answer to his question Vyn looks at your hands that were cuffed and back to your eyes again, he needs to do his job, no need to falter Vyn just do what you always do, he echoes in his mind.

"What do you need the NXX drugs for?" Seeing the tilt of your head and the smile on your face, Vyn knows that you will not answer the question that is laid bare in the air, "what have you been doing this past few years?" You scoff.

"No need to waste your time with this Vyn, I'm sure the National security bureau has it, specifically Luke. Well, seeing as how I'm in the Giannovyn mental health research center and not immediately getting beheaded by the NSB this is the small ounce of mercy that the NXX investigation team pleaded with?"

You smiled as your back bent forward and your fingers met and crossed together as you placed them on the table surface, your chin was placed on the top of your hands and you tilt your head to the side. "I'm sure the question you, no actually, all of you want to ask me is, why did I betray you guys? Is that right Vyn?"

Vyn stills as he answers you, "sharp as ever," he muttered.

You laughed and a clicking noise was soon heard throughout the room, the handcuffs that were locking you in place now fell to the white floor, "you're not planning to surrender yourself peacefully?" You nodded your head.

"I'm not done quite yet, I decided to stay here for a week just to talk to you again Vyn, but this talk needs to be cut short I have other plans to do."

He sighs and the hands that were on his trousers clench onto the fabric, "before you leave, why did you-" he flinch as he can't seem to get the word to betray out of his lips, it was the tip of his tongue and yet he still can't get it out.

Seeing his inner turmoil, you smiled before getting up from your seat and finding your way to the metal door, loud noises of alarms rang throughout the facility but this didn't seem to bother you even in the slightest.

"I'm sure the answer will be out in the light once this is all over." You stop, "I miss you guys." You muttered out, Vyn flinched as your last words echoed clearly in his head, he smiled before lowering his head to the ground, "be careful, don't get yourself killed."

"Of course."

#yaatrickyassification #tears of themis fanfic #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis #tot x reader #tot fanfic #tot mo yi #vyn richter #vyn richter x reader #vyn x reader #mo yi #mo yi x reader

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