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Hi!! May I please participate in your Valentine’s day event?

Character: Vyn (Tears of Themis)

Reader: female

Petname: love

Relationship status: established relationship

Tone: adoration letter

Genre: fluff

Location: he sent it to my workplace along with a huuuge gorgeous bouquet of flowers he grew himself

Other: I love you and your blog so much, thank you for everything you do

Vyn's Love Letter to His Girlfriend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Vyn x Fem!Reader| Genre: Fluff | Post-Type: Letter | Word Count: 350 |

Warnings: none

Note: Hi! Love you too! Happy Valentine's Day, I hope you enjoy your letter from Vyn! <3

Your usually busy and noisy workplace falls silent as the delivery man places a huge bouquet with your name on it, on your desk. You feel a million eyes on you and a few women squeal, saying how lucky you are as they groan about being single or having a boyfriend that would never go out of their way to do that for them.

You smile to yourself; this man was always spoiling you like this. He made it his job to make you feel loved, and Valentine’s Day was no exception, it just gave him an excuse to spoil you even more. 

You bite your lip to conceal your smile as your coworkers return to their duties and you begin to read the letter;

Good afternoon my love, 

Happy Valentine’s Day. Another year I am lucky to have a woman like you by my side to love and call my own. I have been growing these for the past few months for you, I am sure you recognize them from all those days we spent in the garden together.

Scientists say flowers grow better the more positive words you say to them, so these flowers are full of my love for you, and look how beautifully they have grown. I guess science backs up our relationship as well. 

I am sure you know this already, but I love you. It is hard to fathom that I have been lucky enough to meet you and have you all to myself. I cannot wait to see you later. You have the spare key to my place, so please meet me there after your shift ends.

I love you, see you later my love.

Yours,

Vyn.xx

Your busy doctor always made time for you. You tuck the letter into your bag, a wave of excitement rolling through you at seeing him later. You couldn’t wait to see what else he had planned for the evening.

But for now you’d have to focus on your work so you could leave on time to be with him. Valentine’s Day was always perfect with him.

Posted: 2/14/2024

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tears of themis ⇢ YOU DECIDE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter

you’re shifting restlessly on the couch when you catch your LUKE alarm keychain—handmade by luke himself—peeking from behind the armrest, “luke says he’s sorry.” you can’t help but smile at the sound of luke faking a small voice and whatever rage that filled you from your argument hours ago has now dissipated, endeared by the sweet gesture. “you’re gonna set off that alarm by accident,” you quip, the lightness in your tone encouraging luke to come into view. “you’re not mad anymore?” he asks, cautious yet hopeful. all his years of training and building a hard exterior to be a detective have nothing on you because in the warmth behind his hazel eyes that only you can bring out, you still find the boy you grew up with. the boy you’ve always loved. “i can’t stay mad at you,” you admit, on the brink of tears, “luke, i’m really sorry…” luke is quick to bring you in his arms, declining your apology because that’s what he does—he’ll blame everything before he’ll blame you. you’re unable to hold back a sob, prompting him to hold you tighter before he whispers in your ear, “let’s not do this again, okay?”

ARTEM is going over a recent case when he realizes it’s almost midnight. he’s usually one to pull an all-nighter but gnawing at the back of his mind is the argument he had with you today—you two haven’t spoken to each other since. after having decided to put off his work until tomorrow, he walks out of his home office to join you in bed but he finds you in the living room instead, your pillows and blanket already set up on the sofa. he can tell you’re aware of his presence from the way you’re deliberately not looking in his direction. still, he attempts to catch your attention with a soft call of your name. when you don’t reply, he carefully crosses the distance between the two of you. “we can’t fix this if you won’t talk to me,” he pleads. artem’s convinced his words have fallen on deaf ears until you finally speak, “i just don’t want to say the wrong thing again.” artem understands, thinking back to what started as a simple disagreement escalating into something it shouldn’t have and before you could stop it, you were both raising your voices at each other, saying things you didn’t mean. “i’m sorry about everything i said,” your voice sounds weak as it quivers and artem immediately wraps you in his embrace. “me too,” he tells you, “we can talk tomorrow. just come to bed.” when you nod into his chest, he presses a reassuring kiss at top of your head as he promises, “we’re alright.”

as MARIUS waits for you in bed, anxiety slowly eats away at him, the argument he had with you hours ago replaying in his mind. you should’ve walked in by now, he thinks, so he waits a few more minutes before getting on his feet and makes his way downstairs. he’s rehearsing his apology, muttering to himself to test the words on his tongue but it all flies out the window when he finds you asleep on the sofa. ridden with guilt, he decides to save his sorry’s for tomorrow when you’re both lucid for a proper conversation. marius is careful not to wake you up—gently slipping an arm beneath your head and looping the other under your knees to carry you to the bedroom. he’s tucking you in bed when you begin to stir awake. “sorry,” you hear him whisper, “didn’t mean to wake you up.” “what time is it?” you ask groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “it’s late. go back to sleep.” he places a tender kiss to lull you to your slumber before he shifts you on your side, his chest against your back as he slides an arm across your torso. “sweet dreams,” he mutters and you feel his breath on the nape of your neck. “marius?” “hm?” “i’m sorry about earlier…” “that’s my line, miss,” he quips, albeit sincerely. he gives your body a gentle squeeze as he pulls you flush against him. “i’m sorry, too,” he replies, “i never want you to go to sleep upset.”

you’re getting settled on the couch when you hear VYN clear his throat as he carefully places a fresh cup of tea on the table in front of you. “chamomile tea,” he states, “it will help you sleep better.” there’s the slightest caution in his voice but it’s enough to tell you what the tea is for—peace offering after your heated disagreement earlier. “thank you,” you mumble, gradually feeling the guilt bubbling in your chest, “you’re using reverse psychology on me, aren’t you?” there’s no bite in your tone but vyn’s eyes still widen at the accusation. “n-no,” he stutters and a giggle involuntarily escapes you, to vyn’s surprise. “i’m joking.” when you notice his body language go lax, you slowly reach for his hand. “and i’m sorry for the things i said to you,” you tell him, “i didn’t mean it.” “i know.” a soft smile curls on his lips as he interlocks your fingers together, “so am i.” you stay quiet for a moment, basking in his touch that you missed terribly before he speaks again. “if you still wish to be alone tonight, i don’t mind staying here.” you fight the urge to roll your eyes, aware of the fact that this is just him assessing your boundaries—vyn does mind and you know that—so you shoot him a dubious look instead to which he responds with a sheepish smile. “i suppose you’ve changed your mind?” you actually give him an eye roll this time. “you know you had me at chamomile.”

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nxx #1 - waking up with you

artem.

you wake up to find him watching you, the summer sky of his eyes fixed on you as you smile and yawn and curl closer. “sleep well?” he asks, his voice still husky and rough, the silk and gravel of a jazz singer in a smoke-filled bar, delicious and intoxicating. he asks you about your dreams, traces soft, abstract lines into the bare skin of your waist, smiles at the way you get shy when you realize what a mess your hair is, tugs you back when you try to pull away from him to straighten it out — he says, “no… let be it,” he says, “it looks good like this… just like this…”, he says, “sometimes… i think i’m still dreaming when i wake up next to you,”, he says, “look at me…” and he smiles, cups your cheek, holds you still as you stare back at him, searching his eyes only to find love and love and love.

luke.

you wake up to find him watching you, though he’s still clearly barely awake himself — there’s a shy, lazy grin caught on his lips and he slips over to slip his arm around your waist to pull you closer, nuzzle into your cheek if only to make you laugh. “hey! what’s so funny?” he asks, a pout already pressed between his lips, his eyes drawn large and puppy-like, but you smile and shake your head, tell him that it’s nothing, kiss the tip of his nose just to see him blush before he dives on top of you, pinning you beneath him with a bright laugh, “ah, so that’s how you wanna play?” he says, his honeycomb hair falling to frame his face and you — you stare up at him, breathless. he has the decency to blush again before collapsing at your side and tugging you closer, “mm… it’s too early for that, isn’t it?” he asks, looping his arm around your middle and pulling you close, “let’s sleep in for just a bit longer, hm?”

vyn.

you wake up to find him watching you, his cheek propped up on the heel of his hand, his eyes like twin stars, bright and burning and inquisitive, “ah… good morning, my sleeping beauty,” he says, smiling as you bury your face in your pillow to stifle a yawn, feeling you cheeks heat at the thought of him watching you sleep for god knows how long and — were you drooling? he laughs as you peer up at him over the top of your pillow, your hair a birds nest sitting atop your head — he reaches out to muss it up even more, a fond smile gracing his lips as he leans in. he kisses both your eyelids before pulling back, “good dreams, i hope? you were smiling a lot so…” he cocks his head to watch you, ever the scientist as you are ever the butterfly, pinned to the cushion beneath him. “s-something like that…” you say, averting your eyes as you try not to recall the details of your less-than-kosher dream of him, but he only leans in, his smile widening slightly as he pulls you closer, “mm… tell me about it… and maybe… we’ll be able to make some of those dreams come true, hm?”

marius.

you wake up to find him asleep — or so you think, but the grin on his lips tells you otherwise, and when you try to pull away, a pair of arms reaches out to tug you back against his warm chest, his hold on you tight and steady as you feel him nosing into the back of your neck, “ah… jiejie… how mean — trying to leave me before i wake up…” you laugh to yourself before flipping over to meet his dazzling, gemstone gaze, pursing your lips as you take him in, “if you were asleep, how’d you know i was trying to leave?” you ask, but he only crinkles his nose and leans in to bury his face in the crook of your neck, whining even as you feel him smirk against your skin — “so mean, jiejie… bullying me on a weekend morning… after everything that happened last night…” you feel yourself go hot at his words, thinking back to last night — to the heat and friction, to the give and take. you swallow as he chuckles, pulling back to pin you with those saturday night eyes of his — “don’t you think you owe me just a little, hm?” he asks, pulling you beneath him and pinning you there, “didn’t you promise you’d make me feel good too?” and you can barely nod before he’s grazing his lips along the bare skin of your shoulder, letting out a soft, wanton moan, “so… how about we start… right now?”

tot MARIUS reqs are officially open u__u

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“Uhm… Marius?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to be here. I will talk to Vyn, and that includes you too Luke.”

“Hmmm~?”

The three of them were in Artem’s bedroom, with Marius laid down on his stomach by Artem’s right side while frowning at the tablet in front of him, and Luke, for some reason, found his broken blender and kept tinkering with it at the end of the bed.

AKA

The two younger men spend time with Artem, get some work in the kitchen (miracle it’s not burning) and Artem is a sap.

This is the follow up fic! I hope you enjoy the fic as well if you like the vyntemrosa fic ;)

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don't lie to me

“you seem to be hanging around that young attorney quite frequently.” 

vyn looked up when he heard his student enter his study. marius smirked before slipping his bag off his shoulder and settling down into his seat. 

“you’re very bold for assuming i was spending my time with someone i barely met, teach.” 

“oh? i see…” vyn set down his notebook and stood up from chair. “so then is there another reason why you’ve been late to your lessons the past few days?” 

“i’ve had meetings,” marius simply said. “transferring company power is no easy task as you can probably tell.”

“hm...” vyn walked around his desk so that he was pacing around his student. “i don’t recall you having any meetings scheduled around this time. did i, perhaps, overlook that when we scheduled your lessons for the week?” 

“maybe you did.” 

vyn stopped behind marius’ seat, noticing how the younger male’s figure tensed up ever so slightly and his head turned a fraction of an inch to catch vyn in his peripheral. the psychiatrist breathed out a quiet chuckle. 

“you’re lying to me.” 

“am i?” marius challenged and vyn admired how the younger was able to keep his composure even in the most intimidating circumstances. 

“if you had meetings, even if they were last minute, i would have known about it. regardless of whether or not you care for these lessons, you are very punctual when it comes to telling me about possible scheduling conflicts. so-” 

vyn placed his hands on the back of the chair marius was sitting on and noticed how marius shifted in his seat. 

“have you been tardy because of company meetings or… other meetings?” 

“you think i’m ly- hehehey!” 

“don’t lie to me,” vyn whispered, walking his nimble fingers up and down the back of marius’ ribs. 

“i’m nohohot lyihihing- teheheach, stohohop this!” 

“if you aren’t lying and you actually had formal meetings before your lessons, then why have you never shown up in formal attire?” vyn asked, now pressing into his student’s ribs with more force, causing him to jump in his seat and slide down while pressing his arms into his sides. 

“behecause i hahad an extra chahahange of clohohothes-” 

“oh? did you have some extra perfume as well? i don’t recall your perfume ever smelling like wild bluebells. is this perhaps a new scent you’ve been trying out?” 

“shihihi- okahahay, you gohohot mehe! i hahahave behehen meeting up with the attohornehey!” 

vyn pulled his hands away from marius’ sensitive ribs and walked back towards his chair, leaving his student gasping for breath and flushing bright pink. 

“i’ll write you off with a warning this time, marius,” vyn said, as if nothing happened. “but if this ever happens again, i suggest you be a little more truthful otherwise there would be more… significant consequences.” 

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always by your side

“is there anything you can’t do, mr. richter?” 

you smiled up at as you asked the question and he smiled back, gracefully taking your hand again and twirling you in his arms. 

“let you go,” he responded simply. 

you scoffed at his answer but continued to let him lead you through this dance. vyn, the ever persistent romantic. as quiet and calculated as he was in his conversations, he always had something to say to smoothly fluster you into a ferocious blush. but though his charming words flustered you, you were able to keep up with his pace. 

“you can’t let me go?” you asked, stepping in sync with him around the living room. “what do you mean by that?” 

now it was vyn’s turn to blush. it was very faint, a pale pink, but distinctive nonetheless. you almost smirked at his response. you learned very quickly that as romantic and charming as vyn richter could be, he became very shy whenever you asked him to explain the reasons why he was so enamored by you. his hand around your waist tightened briefly before he calmed himself down and went back to gracefully leading your dance. 

“i mean…” he said softly. “that i always want you by my side.” 

“that doesn’t answer my question very well,” you raised your eyebrow at him and he smiled. 

“well, it answers it enough, doesn’t it?” 

you rolled your eyes realizing that he was correct. it wasn’t too elaborate of an answer but it held just the same amount of meaning if he were to go off about all the reasons why he “can’t let you go.” it was enough. he always showed how much he loved you anyway, writing poems to describe how much he loves you or whispering sweet words into your ear during intimate moments like this one. you understood it. because you also always wanted him by your side… you also couldn’t let him go. 

“if you always want me by your side then you should just ask me to marry you,” you teased slightly and he let out an expected chuckle. 

“how very curious that you brought that up…” 

you cocked your head to the side at his words, wondering why he suddenly stopped dancing, but your unsaid questions were answered very quickly when he knelt to the floor and pulled out the black box from his pocket, asking one simple question of his own. 

“will you marry me?” 

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height advantages (vyn & luke & marius)

“you don’t need help grabbing that, do you?” 

marius smirked at the look of annoyance that spread across luke’s face. the brunette had been looking for a book in his antique shop and after finding it on the top shelf, reached over to pull out his stool step. marius, seeing an opportunity to tease the older male, waltzed towards him and offered his assistance. 

“aw, don’t look at me like that,” marius drawled. “i’m just trying to help.” 

“you know,” luke said, with a chuckle. “i’m not that much shorter than you… artem and vyn are shorter than the both of us.” 

“don’t bring my height into this, luke.” 

you looked up at luke and marius from your spot next to artem as he made that comment, not looking up from his task of putting together the puzzle in front of him. the five of you had gone to luke’s place, browsing through all the trinkets and wonders he had collected as you enjoyed some downtime. 

vyn had gone out to pick up the food order when marius and luke started a scavenger hunt for an old book that supposedly held all the predictions of the world and marius made that comment. the teasing wasn’t new and no one actually minded, though some days it could be annoying with his shit eating grin and marius had already annoyed luke by spending the entire day poking his armpits every time he had his arms up. luke chuckled again before looking back at marius. 

“yeah,” he started. “maybe you actually can help. could you please grab that book for me?” 

marius smirked and made his way over to luke. “of course i can. i wouldn’t want you going the unnecessary lengths of reaching for your baby step stool just for a book. see? my height does have it’s advantages- ack!” 

as soon as marius reached up, luke brought his own hands up to begin scribbling away at the younger’s armpits. this caused marius to drop the book he had grabbed and burst into laughter, bringing his arms in to unsuccessfully protect himself.  

“yeah, seems like it has its disadvantages too,” luke joked, following marius as he collapsed to the floor in a heap of giggles. 

“l-luhuhuke! luke, stahahap! it’s nohohot my fahault that you’re shohohort!” 

“excuse me?!” luke gasped and quickly switched to squeezing at marius’ sensitive hips causing the younger to shriek and buck. 

“i wahahas johoking- i’m johohokihihing- ahahaha!” 

“you better watch out, luke,” you said, watching your best friend destroy the snarky artist. “he tickles back.” 

“ah, well, if you go for his ribs then there won’t be much fighting coming from him.” 

“vyn!” luke exclaimed as marius whined when luke didn’t stop his tickling. “ooh, and the food’s here, too!” 

“it’s still extremely hot though; it might take a couple minutes,” vyn said, setting down the bags of food and walking over to the rowdy duo. “so, then, why are we tormenting young marius today?” 

“proving to him that his height isn’t full of advantages,” luke said, scribbling away at the laughing puddle’s tummy. 

vyn chuckled, kneeling down and bringing his fingers down to drum against marius’ ribs. “he called you ‘short,’ didn’t he?” 

“you’re shorter,” luke gave vyn an annoyed look. 

“guhuhuys, i’m sohohorry! m-mahahaybe you should drihihink more mihihilk!” 

“you’re still talking?” luke asked, clawing at marius’ tummy. “hey, you two! come help me and vyn teach this boy a lesson about manners.” 

“coming!” you giggled, jumping up out of your seat and kneeling beside marius. 

“ohokay, i’m sohohorry! i’m actually sohohorry!” 

marius shrieked when your hands came down to knead at his thighs and he desperately tried to think of a way to escape before artem, who claimed he had just a couple more pieces of the puzzle to place, came to assist. 

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just a hunch (reader x vyn)

you woke up to the sun shining through the windows and feeling it’s warmth gently pulling you out of your slumber. squinting your eyes, you looked out the window then at the alarm clock telling you that it was well past two in the afternoon. you sighed and gently plopped your head back down onto your boyfriend’s shoulder wanting to go back to sleep but knowing that if you do you wouldn’t sleep at a decent hour that night. 

turning your head up slightly, you peaked at your boyfriend’s sleeping face and stared for a few moments taking in his features. 

vyn always had a calm and peaceful expression on his face and somehow he looked even more calm and more peaceful in his sleep. how could someone be so gentle? you smiled to yourself before resuming your position and bringing your hand up to trace the skin of his arm that hand been draped over his belly. you almost giggled when you saw his arm twitch and goosebumps began to appear where you traced before you suddenly remembered the events that happened yesterday with luke. 

you had gone out for dinner with luke to catch up and as you walked by the river he complained about eating so much. wanting to tease him, you poked at his stomach and commented about how you never thought he’d say those words when his stomach seemed like a black hole. as you did so, he let out a giggle and that was when you rediscovered how ticklish luke was. 

smiling at the memory, you glanced at your boyfriend again and wondered if maybe he could be ticklish too. he didn’t seem like he was, you had giving him many massages and pokes before with less than ideal reactions. but if you learned anything from vyn, the smaller reactions hold more truth than you realize. and thinking about it now, you did faintly remember how vyn would ever so slightly flinch every time you poked at him, and how his thighs would tense up a bit whenever you placed a hand there, and how the faintest blush would mark his face whenever you held onto his waist. maybe he could be…? 

as curiosity got the best of you, you moved your hand away from his arm and settled your fingers down at his tummy and watched how his figure twitched again when you slowly traced circles. grinning to yourself, you began fanning your fingers out towards his side to try to find a spot with a bigger reaction and you were not disappointed. 

vyn twitched again and this time sleepily mumbled your name as he moved his arm to swat away at your fingers. you easily dodged his hand and continued tracing random shapes into his side, slowly beginning to scribble your nails against the sensitive spot and watching him squirm more and more the higher you scribbled. when you reached his ribs, he finally opened his eyes and though he was confused his sleepy giggles began to take over. 

“w-whahat- whahat are you dohohoing?” 

you giggled when his squirming increased and he tried pulling his arm out from under your head but not fast enough to stop you from plunging your fingers into his armpit. he gasped and let out a surprised laugh at the sudden ticklish sensations spreading across his arm. 

“i’m tickling you, dear,” you giggled, maneuvering yourself so you could lay on top of him and use both hands. “you need to wake up now otherwise you won’t be able to sleep later tonight.” 

vyn didn’t respond as he continued laughing at your fingernails scratching under his arms. a few moments later he finally was able to catch your wrists and hold them away from his body as he tried to even his breathing. 

“h-how did you figure that out?” he asked, referring to how he never made it clear that he was ticklish. 

“just a hunch,” you smiled back at him and kissed the tip of his nose. “i have another hunch though.” 

“oh?” he grinned in amusement. “and what’s that?” 

“you’re ticklish here too.” 

 vyn made a noise of shock before falling back into helpless giggles when you dipped your head down and began blowing tiny raspberries against his neck, proving your hunch correct. 

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Happy Valentines!

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