ˊ˗ ꒰꒱ Fluffy Mornings 

in which you are easily flustered, and vyn thinks that’s adorable. (requested)

“Good morning, did you have a good rest?”

Rubbing your eyes, it took a while for your fuzzy brain to register what was going on in front of you.

“Good mornin- wait, what?” You didn’t know why, but somehow you failed to realize that your boyfriend of five months slept over for the first time last night, and he was standing in front of your stove in a loosely-tied robe and frazzled hair, flipping the fluffiest pancakes you’ve ever seen as you try to keep your gaze on anything but the silver of his chest peeking out from the top of the robe. It was a far cry from his typical polished look, but man, what a sight to behold.

While you were in your own little world, Vyn deduced what was going on from your red cheeks and wandering eyes. With a barely noticeable smirk, he decides to have a littlebit of fun this early in the morning.

When you eventually come to your senses, he asks you to set the table as he finishes up the last of the batter. Vyn sits in front of you, subtly adjusting his hair, very much aware of your eyes following his every move. He continues on with conversation with you as usual, distracting you just enough for him to set up his plan.

You reach for a napkin to dab at your mouth when he follows along with his own hand, picking up one before you. 

“Allow me, dearest.” He gently brings it to your mouth, leaning over and dabbing away at the crumbs surrounding your mouth as your brain goes into overdrive.

He’s so close- oh gosh how does someone smell so good? He looks even more ethereal up close how could I not have noticed this earlier??

Vyn just chuckles at how you look right now as he leans back into his seat- your flushed face, mouth opening and closing repeatedly, trying to form a coherent sentence. He absolutely loves it when you get flustered so easily. 

“We’ve been together for this long, and yet, you still get flustered over the tiniest things, darling.” He himself turns a lovely shade of pink, moving over to ensnare you in his arms, giving you the sweetest peck on the cheek and relishing in the reaction that followed, coaxing you to remove your hands from your face. After all, he wanted to see his pretty baby’s bashful face once again. If this is what it would be like waking up early, he’d give up his afternoon sleep-ins without a second thought.

© natsuhikous, 2021

An Angel’s caresses | Vyn Richter | Tears Of Themis

Genre: Fluff, slight Angst in the beginning

Warnings: slight Angst

Word count:1,205

Summary: You turn into a cat and seek shelter at Vyn’s house, where he takes care of you.

I highly recommend listening to “Out of the Woods” by Gavin Luke after the Angst part! <3

A gentle wind brushes over your body. It’s howling and the rustling leaves are loud, but resemble quietness at the same time.

Where are you?

You get up, and notice something weird. You weren’t standing on two legs, but rather four, and your body was covered in black fur. Looking down, at the bottom of your feet, there were squishy, pink paws.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. The last thing you can remember is resting on your couch in your apartment, and now you are a cat? Alone in the forest? Considering the situation, you are a bit scared. Suddenly, it starts to rain.The dirt under your feet mixes up with the rain and forms sticky mud. You look up into the sky and see the moon shining beautifully.

You look around, trying to find a place to hide under, but there are only trees and bushes, which let every drop of rain through, so you decide to run. You don’t know where, but something pulls you to the north.

After running for about three minutes, you feel hopeless. It seems like there is no end to this forest. You decide to stop for a moment to catch your breath, when you hear a noise in a bush next to you. Standing still, you waited for something to happen.

Suddenly, you see two intimidating eyes peaking out between the leaves. You take a step back. A few seconds later, a fox jumps in your direction. You barely dodge him and start running again. With the fox running after you, you run and run faster and faster. You know, if you stop now, you are going to be this fox’s dinner. Your legs start to give up, and you come to terms with not making it out of this situation alive.

Like a miracle, you finally see light at the end of the forest. You run towards it, picking up your speed one last time and spot a house with a big garden. Your instincts take over and you jump into the garden and onto a high fence. A fence, too high for the fox to reach.

Still in shock, you meow for help, hoping for somebody to run out of the house and make the fox run away. So you meow, and meow, and meow.

Finally, you hear a door unlocking. When you see who walks out of the house, you start to recognize your surroundings. It’s Vyn, and the garden you were in was the one in front of his house. Vyn looked at you, then at the fox. He frightens off the fox with the oil lamp in his hands and then looks at you. You meow at him, trying to talk. He smiles: “Poor kitty.”

In this moment, soft hands pick you up and drag you into the house. It’s very cozy and warm, compared to the cold and windy forest outside. “I will be right back, do not fear, kitty”, he assures you with a fond glance. You wait, still unable to comprehend what is happening. In the kitchen, a pot seems to boil on the stove. It smells like tea, which is highly normal considering you are at Vyn’s house.

Vyn comes back with a soft blanket and an old but clean and soft brush. “Come here, we have to get you clean and warm”, he says in a soft voice. The blanket is now gently laid over you. He heads back to the kitchen to get a small bowl with water in it. He puts it in front of you and looks at you: “Drink some water, you must be exhausted.” He talks to you like to a human. You bow your head down to drink the water and instantly feel refreshed.

After you feel hydrated again, you notice Vyn picking up the brush and slowly and gently brushing through your hair. “My, my, so much mud. Do not worry, you will be clean again”, he says while removing the mud and dirt from your fur.

“And look at your paws, I will have to get a wet towel for this.”

Vyn gets up again and picks up a towel, soaking it in warm water. When he gets back, he cleans your paws with his graceful hands.

“I have to say, you are a very calm cat. Other cats would have scratched my face beyond recognition now.”, he then adds another sentence, “You remind me of a friend of mine. She can be impulsive, but in general, she is a very calm and nice person. I really like her.”

Is he talking about you?

You meow.

“I know, she really is unique. I wish to spend a lot more free time with her, not solely when we solve cases together”, Vyn explains with a slightly gloomy facial expression. You want to spend more time with him too, but you weren’t able to tell him that before. You would love to tell him now, but the only thing coming out of your mouth are cute meows.

He smiles. Then he sits next to you on the couch he laid you on, gently placing you onto his lap. You are still snuggled into the blanket, but most of the warmth you feel comes from Vyn’s body.

“I really like you. Maybe I should keep you”, he says in a soft tone and gently pets you. His soft hands carefully brushing over your body feel like an angel caressing you.

“If only I could do this with her as well.”

That’s when your surroundings start to mix and get blurry.

You wake up and realize it was all a dream.

You are kinda sad about it, but also happy to be a human again.

When you go to work to the NXX headquarters, you immediately start to notice Vyn. There is something slightly off about him. “Vyn! Are you ok? You look distressed”, you say in a concerned tone.

Vyn smiles at you and assures you: “Everything is alright. I just happened to have an unusual dream last night.” You giggle and answer: “Me too! I turned into a cat or something and-” That’s the moment when you stop explaining, because you remember exactly what you saw in your dream. Vyn looks at you with widened eyes: “A cat? That is… interesting. ” You nod and continue to explain, trying not mention him: “I was running away from a fox when I found a house and a nice gentleman took care of me.”

Vyn’s eyes widened more, but he quickly found his composure again and smiled brightly at you: “That sounds like a pretty scary dream, Y/N.”

You nod: “Not at all, well, the beginning, yes. But the way the, uhm, gentleman took care of me and assured me that everything was going to be ok made me calm down. The most marvelous thing was, when he put me in a blanket and, well, what I want to say is, I kinda wish it was real.”

After this long explanation, Vyn answers: “We two had a very similar dream.”

You start to put two and two together and feel your face heaten up.

Then Vyn calmly says: “I wish it was real too, Y/N.”

Tears of Themis fic recommendations

(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)

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@ nxx-watson’s masterlist

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• fluff/first dates
• fluff/napping together
• fluff/comforting you
• sfw/being caught staring
• fluff/he lends you his clothes
• sfw/you faint due to overwork

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Marius von Hagen

• fluff/good morning sunshine
• sfw/childhood friends to lovers
• sfw/trying cooking
• sfw/playful s/o

Artem Wing

• fluff/under the stars
• fluff/fragile
• sfw/taking care of you, because you got injured

Luke Pearce

• fluff/push

Vyn Richter

coming soon

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Updated:13-Sep-2021

tot men + dancing together.

artem wing…

• …. dances with you in the warm comfort of home. he’s a rather private person, and would like to keep affectionate moments between the two of you alone (or maybe your pet can know).
• he has a playlist of songs both you and he really like, and he’ll play them whenever you’re over (he keeps adding new additions every time you mention a new song that you liked to him, and it’s really large at this point of time). but he also has this playlist of songs that are soft and slow, and remind him of you ― they’re the ones he plays at times like these.
• he sneaks up behind you when you’re doing something, and hugs you before placing a kiss on the top of your head. he’ll slowly intertwine his fingers with yours, and then he’ll pull you away from whatever you were doing (it’s hard to get mad at him because a; he only does it when he’s sure you’re not busy and b; he looks really happy).
• he leads you through his home, making sure not to bump into anything before finally ending it with a comical flourish that has never failed to make you laugh. immediately tugs you in for a long session of much needed cuddles right after, and refuses to let go until you agree with his bargain of kisses (which i think, is something you definitely don’t mind).

marius von hagen…

• …. pulls you in for a dance when he’s been away from a long time (even though it’s only been a day) and wants to spend some time with you (it’s honestly just an excuse for him to hold you in his arms).
• he hums to a song he’s been listening to all week as he twirls you around, but then decides he wants to listen to it again, so he plays it over the speakers, effectively (fake) exasperating you because, well, it’s that song again.
• he, like artem, pulls you away from whatever you are doing at the moment, but he however, does not have any regard for it; he has a million ways to convince you to take a break and dance with him ― and they work every single time, because he knows what to say and do to.
• cuts your dance sessions short so he can kiss you hard enough to leave you breathless, and then swoop you off your feet and carry you around. he only sets you down when he has remarked a very on-brand marius von hagen tease and he’s seen your flustered face (even though he pretends he hasn’t, only to fluster you further). traps you in his arms so you can’t get away from him, but eventually relaxes his hold as he excitedly tells you all about his day (and listens to yours, too).

luke pearce…

• …. randomly tugs you along to dance with him at the most random of places and moments (he feels joy when he hears a favourite song of his play, or whenever one of yours comes along, and he wants to share it with you).
• his selection of songs is random too ― you can never predict what song will come up when, and what he’s going to do then. but his spontaneity is absolutely charming, and watching him have fun is enough to make you want to join him (and all he does is playfully smirk at you as he pulls you alongside).
• luke doesn’t like disturbing you when you’re working (he doesn’t like it either), so he stays still up until you’re finished with it, or up until he decides that you need a little break. then he carries you away without waiting for a response, and gives you a brilliant smile that doesn’t let you be mad at him (because how could you in the first place? he knows this weakness, and exploits it to his full advantage).
• rather than actually dancing to a dance, most of the time, he’ll be recreating memes and leaves you in exploding laughter, and clutching at your sides. but when he is dancing, he definitely drags you with him, because the more the merrier, or so he says. he can and he will start to chase you around in the middle of dancing, and eventually, tackles you into a tired cuddle session.

vyn richter…

• …. likes to act like the distinguished gentleman that he is, and asks for a dance with you (knowing fully that you’ll accept, but he likes to watch the smile on your face when he does it).
• his records play old, soft and slow songs, that are perfect for starry summer nights, or cold, rainy evenings, or early sunrises ― and leave you warm and fuzzy on the inside (he adores this particular record, and watching his eyes light up as you suggest playing it makes it even better).
• most of the time, it’s really peaceful around him, and that means you finish your work faster (and maybe, watching him work, makes you want to do yours, too), leaving you with a lot of free time and even more boredom. he immediately recognises your habits to entertain yourself, and makes an offer to you for a dance (the formal way as one would at a ball), as he too, has wrapped up his work (or is taking a break).
• slow dancing is something he loves ― his movements are elegant and graceful, as he maneuvers you around with ease (but there’s something so him about the way he dances, that it doesn’t feel right when you’re dancing with someone else). he twirls you around more than usual or dances faster than what you’re used to when he’s feeling mischievous ― and then chuckles at your pouty face, but falls back into the rhythm eventually. he likes to finish dances together by spinning you around in the air and ending it with a kiss (read: kisses, because he’s not going to stop at one).

✦ notes; aaaaahhh i’m so sorry for being so inactive as of late! to make up for it, please have these hcs, and i promise i’ll be more active from now on- ily all <3

- rine

© 2021 rine @artemstellation. do not plagarize or repost without due permission.

Formal Confession

Vyn Richter X Reader

A/N: i haven’t written anything for Vyn yet and that is a crime. I have now remedied that.

Description: What was supposed to be the usual Saturday afternoon tea with Vyn, ended in a confession with a line of kisses so sweet both of you forgot about the snacks you were supposed to share.

Tags: fluff, fem!reader, first kiss type bEAT

Word Count: 1800

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Tea with Vyn was an afternoon affair you always enjoyed. It made your Saturdays a little brighter, his company something you always looked forward to being in. He simply had this comforting aura about him that drew you in, and admittedly, drew you in far enough to entertain the thought of being in love with him. Well, this feeling you had didn’t have any other name for it. The way your heart pounded just by being with him made it adamantly clear that you were in love, so today’s goal would be to make it known to him. 

There was a high chance that Vyn was well aware of your attraction to him, but he always played off your previous advances. You did as well truthfully, never knowing if it was the right time to tell him such a thing. He always did his best to make encounters of that nature as normal as possible to save you from embarrassment, which made it difficult for you to tell if he even shared that same kind of interest in you as well. He was a master at masking himself. Vyn did however have one slip up last week that gave you enough of a reason to make today the day you confess to him.

Earlier in the week, you had caught him staring at you. Your  sunglasses that day were dark enough to hide exactly where you were looking, which allowed you to catch his eye over the top of a book in his office when you visited. That look in his eye was delicate; full of admiration and care, watching you and you alone. Only when you took off your sunglasses did that gaze hide away and return to professionalism, but you caught it, and it was enough. He wasn’t the only one who could read body language.

Now you made your way to Vyn’s residence, excited as ever to finally confess to him. You weren;t embarrassed at all, or fearful for the matter. Your confidence was at an all time high, and you wanted to make this moment right. Bringing nothing but yourself and a hopeful smile, you entered his home, ready to start the afternoon with him. 

“Vyn, I’m here!” You called out after knocking.

“In the kitchen!” He called back in response. 

You made your way through his home into the kitchen as he said, finding him standing there brewing some tea as always. He wore an open white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a grey vest being the only thing to tie his outfit together, the rest being otherwise very casual for his usual style. At the sound of your footsteps he turned to face you, pleasantly surprised by your casual but very flattering outfit. You wore it on purpose, combining your laid back nature with bits from your formal attire usually worn for work at the firm. His eyes betrayed him once again as he looked you up and down, wearing a smile you’d kill to see every day. 

“You look quite nice today ______. What’s the occasion?” He asked teasingly. 

“Is the occasion of visiting you not enough of an excuse to dress up a little?”  You replied with your own teasing lilt to your tone. “You look quite handsome today if I do say so myself. Any occasion you’re dressing for then?”

He huffed, caught in your words. “I suppose you and I share the same reasoning then. An afternoon with you is reason enough.”

“Exactly~”

“Please, have a seat. The tea is almost ready. There are also macarons on the table for you to try if you’d like.” He then offered, gesturing to the sitting room just next to the kitchen. 

You nodded in thanks and paced into the room, sitting down in one of the chairs there. You did briefly look at the macarons and think about taking one, but your vision left the table after only a few seconds to settle on Vyn once again. A snack could wait. Watching Vyn was far more attractive than the treats offered to you. 

You shamelessly watched as he poured from an elegant teapot into two teacups, going slow and treating the action as if it were a ritual that needed to be done perfectly. After he poured his first cup of tea though, he felt your gaze trained on him. He took a moment to glance over at you and caught your eyes with his, a little smirk playing on his lips when you didn’t break eye contact with him. 

“If you keep staring at me like that, I may mistake your intentions for something a little more flirtatious~” He hummed, intending to simply tease you. 

“Oh, Vyn, it wouldn’t be a mistake though.” You replied nonchalantly. 

He paused, not expecting that to be your answer. Vyn stared at you with wide eyes, truly surprised while he absently poured tea into your cup to the point of overflowing. The hot water rose over the lip of the cup and onto his fingers, burning them instantly. Though the water was not boiling, it was still hot enough to hurt, and he hissed in a flustered fury when the pain set in. This made you leap from your seat and rush back over to him, your attention refocused from flirting to first aid. 

As bad as you wanted to indulge in the rarity that was a flustered Vyn, his reddened fingers were more of a concern to you now. He had already put the teapot down, so you started a stream of cold water in the sink and took his hand, bringing it under the cold water to stop any further damage. He was still quite confused by your words, so he truthfully wouldn’t have thought to run his hand under cold water if it weren’t for your switch up. 

The silence continued, only the sound of you muttering something about him being more careful when pouring hot water leaving your lips while his hand cooled under the water. Vyn watched you care for him, softened by how gentle you were with him until you were sure it would be no more than a slight burn. His gaze was soft and loving once more, admiring your side profile until the water was shut off, bringing him back to reality. 

“That should be fine. Be more careful when pouring tea, hey?” You sighed, letting go of his hand. 

“______… Do you…” He paused, his mind still very much lost in thought about you and what you said. 

“Ah, I am the cause of this, now that I think about it.” You sighed with a smile. “If you are asking me about what I said, then yes. I must admit that I do look at you with such eyes quite often, Vyn. Today, I simply couldn’t help myself. It seems it caused you some pain though…”

“I was caught off guard, I will say.” He mused. 

“I simply think that it’s about time you know that my gaze is full of love for you. Now that your hands aren’t full of hot water, I can say that without causing another burn.” You chuckled. 

“How… How formal.”

“Is that not your style?” You jested. “I figured a formal confession may be the appropriate way to let you know of my feelings…”

“Mmm… Honestly I… I would prefer it if it was more your style: direct, intentional, and full of that carefree love you say you have for me.” He explained. “A little more… Like this…”

He leaned in close, touching shoulders with you before he leaned down and captured your lips with his. It was such a delicate gesture, so soft and caring that you nearly didn’t register it as a kiss. Only when his still warm hand from the hot water came up and held your cheek did you realize this was his confession in return, completely melting into him. You turned to face him head on, placing your hands on his shoulders to get a better angle as you indulged in the kiss, ever grateful for the gentle caresses you felt against your skin while he pulled you in close. It was a dream come true, and you were genuinely saddened when he broke away from you with a huff. 

 “My apologies I-”

“Don’t.” You interrupted. “God, don’t ever apologize for that. In fact, do it more. Kiss me again, please.” 

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to hear words of that sort from you?” Vyn mumbled. 

“If it’s as long as I’ve wished to say those words, then yeah. I think I know where you’re coming from.” You chuckled. 

“May I be selfish?” He asked. 

“Be as selfish as you need. If you want it, take it from me.”

And he did. His hands took a more authoritative hold on you, gripping your waist and pushing you back into the inward corner of the counter. He kissed you again when your back hit the edge, pressing his whole body against you with a feverish need for more. His kisses did not linger at your lips, instead trailing down your jaw and neck in an attack of pent up desire. The feeling was nice, happily tilting your head to give him more room. Each kiss was gentle; filled with care of the highest degree as he worshiped every inch of skin he could. Your lips were still his main focus though, and he came right back to them after a few moments of appreciation so he could indulge in the feeling of you returning the gesture. 

Eventually, all he wanted was to hold you, his kisses coming to a stop as he drew you into a warm hug. He had gotten his fill, and simply wished to exist with you now. Having you in his arms would be enough, a soft sigh escaping him while he took in your scent. 

“Vyn?” You spoke up softly.

“Mmm?”

“I love you, you know that, right?”

He pulled back just enough to look down at your face. Your expression was soft with a smile, looking up at him with those eyes of yours that had captured him once before. A tiny huff left his lips as he too smiled, still holding you close. 

“I love you too, ______. I could only love someone as thought provoking as you. It feels wonderful to be able to say this to you.”

“Likewise.” You nodded. 

Both of you chuckled softly, still locked in an embrace in his kitchen. Nothing would ever be as sweet as this, not even the tea and snacks. This was the best possible outcome of this usual afternoon meeting, and neither of you would’ve rather had it any other way.