Hello, all! I’m Kenna (she/her, 21) and I decided to make a sideblog for Tears of Themis! I hope (if I can ever actually put anything out there) you like my works! [blog setup still in progress]
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This blog is largely sfw, but beware occasional thirst, jokes, and the like.
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I’m following the English/Global release and will be using English names and the likes. Please be patient with me as I learn how to write these boys through practice and fandom osmosis!
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no this isn’t inspired by animal crossing what are you talking about what a random thing to accuse me of
artem wing
He made an effort to finish his work only an hour after the rest of the office had filed out. Though you did your best to conceal your enthusiasm, he knew that you wanted to see the fireworks that were scheduled for that night. You’re sitting in his office, reading through a file, when he drops his pen with finality. The way you whip your head up confirms his suspicions - you really were eager to go. He smiles softly, pleased that he is learning to read you more and more efficiently each day, and gathers his things. “Shall we go?”
You leave your papers and files in the car and weave through the crowd together. The streets are bustling with activity, children playing games, and all kinds of food stalls beckons you to come closer and try what they have to offer. The two of you stop for a drink and a fried dinner, silently vowing not to mention it to the other when you resume your attempts at healthy eating the next day.
Artem is chuckling at a passing joke you made when the first boom catches your attention. Immediately, your gaze is aimed at the sky, watching the cascade of fire fall like glitter. The others around you hush as well, captivated by the show in the sky. Artem wants to be suave and pull a move he saw in one of the dramas he started watching for you, but he finds himself pulled in as well. For the remainder of the show, he watches in awe with you, wondering if his heart is supposed to feel as warm as it does when your hands intertwine.
When the show is over, you turn to him to praise it, only to be cut off by the complete adoration in his gaze. It is then that he can lean in and kiss you - and for a moment, he feels the thrum of the fireworks in his chest again.
vyn richter
When you shyly asked Vyn if he could make time for you so you could see the fireworks together, his immediate answer is yes. He doesn’t even process the time and place of the show, or wonders if he has prior engagements - it doesn’t matter, anyway, since anything can and will be pushed aside for you.
Before the show is scheduled to start, you mill around the stands lines up on the street, admiring the goods that vendors have set out and trying to ignore the calls of the food stands. You both fail at resisting the desserts, though Vyn certainly has no shame in being the instigator.
By the time you settle down in a sparsely populated park, overlooking a small pond, you sigh. The sugar in your stomach is weighing you down like lead, but Vyn seem entirely unfazed. Instead, he’s looking at you with a hint of amusement.
“What do you think is so-” You start, but the crackle of a firework cuts you off. As the cascade of fire dwindles down, so do your words, and you wait enraptured for the next one to go off. All the while, you can feel Vyn’s gaze on you and you do your best not to squirm.
After a minute, you turn to him. “Don’t you want to enjoy the fireworks?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans down and gently kisses you, right as another firework explodes in the sky. When he pulls away, you watch the orange light spill over his face and find yourself robbed of your ability to speak. Vyn chuckles.
“Do not worry. I assure you, I am enjoying myself plenty by your side.”
marius von hagen
The two of you sat in silence as his car drove towards the city. The Pax group was in the middle of making a big deal, and Marius asked you along. He pretended as if he needed your legal expertise, but the both of you knew that was only an excuse to keep you near him. Following him to other cities was hardly quality time, but you didn’t mind too terribly.
Sparing a sleepy glance at the clock on the dashboard, you turn to look out your window and see the city skyline. The two of you were sitting in sleepy silence for most of the ride - when you clear your throat, Marius all but jumps. “Hey, can you stop the car for a minute?”
He cocks an eyebrow at you. “Everything okay?” Still, he presses a few buttons and you feel the car slowing to a stop on the side of the road.
“Yeah. Follow me,” Without waiting for an answer, you open your door and head outside, stretching while Marius curiously follows suit. You lead him to the guardrail before stepping over it as gracefully as you can manage and sitting down. He does the same before you can protest him ruining his nice suit.
“What are we doing?” He asks, allowing you to lean on him.
“Just wait a moment.” Sure enough, you can see the distant fireworks shooting up above the tallest building. The both of you watch in silent awe until Marius looks down at you and smirks.
“I told you that if we got the chance to see the fireworks, I’d get you the best seat in the house.”
Too tired to keep up your usual banter, you decide to show your thanks with a kiss.
luke pearce
Luke was more than willing to explore the stalls on the streets with you. He pulled you towards every stall that smelled good and every game that looked fun, his boundless energy matching that of the children running around you. It was difficult to avoid being pulled in by his enthusiasm, and soon enough you were competing at the games a little too loudly.
Neither of you had much luck, so when you settled in a spot to watch the fireworks, you only had one small prize to keep track of. You held it in both hands while you looked up expectantly. After a moment, a flash caught your attention - not from the sky, but from Luke’s camera.
“Hey! I wasn’t even smiling,” You said. Luke only smiled apologetically before letting the camera fall back to his side.
“Don’t worry. I promise it’s a good photo.” As if to make up for it, he put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to kiss you once. Even if it only lasted a second, he lingered close to you for a few moments more. You were the one to pull away, embarrassed to be so intimate with all the people around.
The first firework saved you from rambling and embarrassing yourself. As if he knew this, Luke grinned and winked at you before turning to watch the sky light up. His hand was intentionally hanging at his side. When you took it, he squeezed tight.
A few reasons why Vyn is great (and also a big dork) - (Warning for card spoilers and personal story spoilers!)
Only has the softest look reserved for you
Pulls the fake dating trope on you literally all the time (and hopes one day it'll be a REAL dating trope)
Jumps at every chance he gets to be a dependable figure in your life
Would literally flood your house in an effort to get you to look to him for help when you need it
He just wants to be your number one guy <3 so when people threaten that he just wants to show them up
Has gotten to the point where he just thinks about you and talks to himself about you all the time even when you're not there
There's something going on with his past but he is trying to give you the best and most appealing version of himself because he wants whats between you and him to stay ♡
vyn ritcher relationship headcanons // requested by anons 🍋
bro i’ve seen people say vyn is creepy or manipulative and its like?????? hELLOOO not me yall stay safe tho, i’d marry that man. why did mhy have to make them so flawless like damn
- vyn is very particular about a lot of things, instinctually keeping within the bounds of things he knows he can see through to the end. hence, he doesn't even really try to avoid romantic relationships, the uncertainty is just something he had never wanted to personally experience.
- but then he meets you. you are so perfectly imperfect in ways that take him off his feet, and you show him that it’s only natural to occasionally fall short. you get stumped by cases, you let your emotions get the better of you, yet there is no part of him that views you as any less than perfect despite this.
- he says that he has never believed in love at first sight, but you make him rethink that. because, there’s something about the way you put yourself into your work, in the way you strive to understand his, that is so immediately beautiful to him. it’s a quiet symphony that is so hard to find and he cherishes the idea of sharing such a connection with you
- there’s so much romantic tension between you, it was bound to break at some point.
- to let down his walls to someone so completely is the most generous gift you could ever give him, because being with you is a feeling of freedom he’s never felt before. he might never outright tell you how he feels about certain developments, but he will always let you know in one way or another. whether through a hushed whisper before you drift off to sleep or a certain look as you talk.
- his love language is absolutely quality time — he’s happiest whenever he’s with you! anywhere, any time. you could pull him out of bed an hour earlier to watch the sun rise from your apartment windows, or show him the most hole in the wall restaurants you discovered back in college, and he still would love it. any new experience is worth it when it’s with you.
- he’s a psychiatrist, so there is literally not a better person to go to when you’re experiencing stress or the strain of life. he knows you on a deeper level and is able to help you and listen in ways that no one else can. and he’s more than willing to do so — he thinks of it as a way of repaying you, but even if there were no debts, he still wouldn’t hesitate. seeing you unhappy hurts him as well.
- you visit his lectures and if he’s not participating in a case, he attends your trials <3
- learns your tastes and learns them well. vyn isn’t someone who spends extravagantly or places a low value on money, so any gifts you receive from him are personal and thought out. they might relate to a past experience, a fleeting moment or even an inside joke. but no matter the context, it without fail always demonstrates how much he truly does want to know every part of you.
- EUGHHGHH one of his gifts. one of them. would be another visit to that park, the one where you put locks on a chainlink fence to represent something you want to last forever: but this time, you buy one lock instead of two, and lock it next to the old ones before making a new promise together. (ch3 of his personal story im sorry most of yall just gotta imagine ;-;)
- one of his favourite things to do is to hold your hand. it’s the perfect gesture, not being too grand nor something that requires too much attention. it shows that you’re momentarily linked and don’t have the intention of parting, and in times of panic can be an anchor. he could be frustrated over a specific part of a case you share, and while his frustration doesn’t show well, you would know what’s wrong when he sneaks his hand beneath the table to tangle your hand with his.
- he teaches you a bunch of different card games :D
- jealous asf. i mean, like you’re hot so ofc he’s jealous of people that hit on you 🙄🙄 he handles jealousy poorly but will try to never overstep a boundary, and 9/10 time will let you handle yourself. he trusts you. but will definitely not hesitate to humiliate creeps in your stead (or with you)
- constantly is reminding you how beautiful you are to him. fixes your hair when it’s mussed by the wind. runs the pad of his finger over your knuckle when he holds your hand. gifts you flowers according to their meanings. teaches you all of the different way he makes his coffee for long nights at work.
༓･*˚⁺‧͙ fun dates you would go on (that i want to go on irl) - part one
Hello Tears of Themis fandom this came to me in a dream so I hope you like my first original post in this fandom 🥺 excuse me for being the most self indulgent with it :3
artem wing - indoor picnic
Artem is a man that exudes class and grace, but that doesn't mean he adheres to the subsequent expectation all the time. Especially not when you ask him so sweetly with the cutest warning of a pout on your face.
How fortunate it was that the skies were gloomy all day, and neither of you felt particularly keen on carrying around an umbrella or dealing with soaked stocking and shoulders just for lunch on a day off.
So you suggest a fun activity you used to do when you were younger - an indoor picnic!
You tell him to set out a blanket he wouldn't mind getting crumbs on and nearly collapse when even his "worst" blanket turns out to look more expensive than your entire bed set.
Wanting to be helpful, you began arranging the kitchen to start preparing your food - only to find yourself unsure of what to do in his still-unfamiliar kitchen. You uselessly open a few cabinets, hoping you don't wind up accidentally prying, until he returns from setting up and helps you out.
Artem knows how you just want to feel useful, so he insists on 'teaching' you how to make the meal. It doesn't matter if you're trying something new or making a recipe you know by heart, Artem is always behind you, guiding your hands and lowly murmuring the instructions (and the occasional praise) in your ear.
Inexperienced with romance as he is, he knows you well enough to know what a rise this gets out of you - and honestly, the way you blush and struggle to keep your focus on the food not only makes him feel better about when he's overwhelmed by you, but is also too cute to pass up on seeing.
You take great care to keep your plate upright as you sit down. For a moment, your hand trembles slightly and your heart nearly stops. Beside you, Artem poorly conceals his smirk by sipping his drink with his head turned away from you. You glare as you settle down on the blanket before looking at the food spread between the two of you.
"It all looks so good..." You start. That was far from a lie- with Artem's skilled tutelage, everything you made turned out amazingly. It almost looked like something from the cover of a haughty food magazine....and nothing like the food you normally made. "And I hardly helped at all..."
"Nonsense," Artem corrected immediately, facing you. "This was all your idea. A rather charming one at that."
"And then I made you do all the work..." How did you not even know where he kept his knives? That was one of the downsides of having a boyfriend who tried to be a perfect gentleman all the time - he took care of everything when you visited and you never learned where be kept his things.
He knew better than to argue you up and down on the details. Instead, he smiled gently at you and held up a bite off of your plate. "Would you mind telling me how our hard work turned out, then?"
vyn richter - going to the aviary
Vyn has a lot of hobbies, and a lot of the resources to enjoy them at his home. He doesn't have some collection of the prettiest local birds at his disposal, however, and he doesn't want to. Isn't it rather depressing to keep the symbols of freedom relegated to one specific area for his own enjoyment?
He tries to ignore how that’s exactly what’s happening in an aviary - ah, things never are so black and white, are they? - but it doesn’t dampen his mood one bit as you stroll through the large environment. The aviary in the city is one of the best, with many local bird species and plenty of conservation efforts and information. The few workers strolling around are very knowledgeable, but they stay quiet and out of the way enough that they don’t interrupt the experience. Even if there are plenty of people milling about, the spacious area and quiet floating in the air make the whole experience feel very cozy.
The two of you do occasionally head to other aviaries further out with birds you’ve never seen before, but you always find yourself coming back to the one in the city. Eventually, you don’t have to look at the placards to tell what kind of bird you’re looking at, and in the softly twittering cacophony you can pick out specific calls. Some of the braver birds begin to recognize you, too; Vyn doesn’t often take out his phone on dates, thinking it ruins the moment, but he definitely has a picture of this moment.
You also send each other photos of birds you see on the street, on your windowsill, and out at the park! It makes his day to see an excited message at seeing one of the rarer species during your lunch break when he can take a moment to check his messages.
“Hmm, try again,” Vyn says as you slump in defeat. He was testing you on your knowledge of bird calls, but this one had you utterly stumped.
“I don’t know! Can’t you give me a hint?” You ask, frustrated. His lips curl up in amusement. The genius fledgling attorney that has the media abuzz, the lawyer that solves cases that have long gone cold that even the most seasoned detectives couldn’t crack, pouting before him over a bird call is quite the sight. His amusement makes you puff out your cheeks, but that only pushes him further. “Alright, fine. Is it...uhh...”
A loud flapping of wings behind you draws your attention. Vyn looks curiously over your shoulder to see the spotted bird you befriended on the railing, tilting his head at you curiously. He watches as you check both sides of you before reaching out to gently stroke the bird’s head. It’s a clear violation of the rules, but he’s almost certain that last time some workers saw you and decided not to say anything. Perhaps it was a perk of being regulars?
“Look! Charles is back!” You coo, and the bird hops gleefully in front of you. Vyn gives you a moment before walking up beside you, placing a hand on the small of your back. Charles gives him an offended chirp.
“It is nice to see old friends,” He agrees. When he is sure you aren’t looking, Vyn narrows his eyes at the bird in jest. A faux-offended act earned him your attention again, even if it embarrassed you a bit. Mentally, he started a countdown until Charles would have to get another lesson in sharing.
marius von hagen - city scavenger hunt
With influence and power like he has, many think Marius runs the city. And okay, maybe he does have a lot of eggs in a lot of baskets, maybe he does have an exalted opinion - but even so, he doesn't really know the city.
Sure, he has no problem finding his way around. But he’s always investigating the nooks and crannies on work. So, whenever one of you has the time to plan something, you both like to plan a mini scavenger hunt around the city.
When you do it, you usually discreetly tie ribbons around points of interest with little notes attached to them. Marius doesn’t read all of them in front of you (it flusters him when you get particularly earnest, but he reads every word when he gets home), pretending to be too excited to find your next ‘expertly hidden’ ribbon. Most of the time, you lead him to an event he wanted to go to, or sometimes a special place the both of you like - and, while a little predictable, he’ll readily admit you’re getting better at hiding your ribbons.
His scavenger hunts are normally a bit...bigger. He can hide expensive gifts because he can have someone sit near the hiding spot to ensure nothing gets stolen, and he’s much better at finding events to take you to that you don’t see coming. You do your best not to let it known how you think his are better, because he definitely gloats over it for at least a week afterwards.
“Are you kidding me?” You mutter, sticking your entire arm in the bush. A few passerbys give you a weird look, but you ignore them. “It was here!”
“Deep inside the bush?” Marius asks. The lilt in his voice tells you the entire experience is entertaining to him, but you feel nothing short of frustrated.
“No, it was right by the ribbon!” As you move your arms, the ribbon dances in the air. Huffing, you put one hand on your forehead, trying to remember if you forgot to put the gift out. It wasn’t the most expensive gift, but you were trying to do something sweet!
“Hey,” Marius’ voice draws you out of your thoughts, and you turn towards him. His gaze falls softly on you, and he does his best to give you a reassuring smile. “It doesn’t matter. The rest of the hunt can just go as planned, right? You can tell me what it is and I’ll take your word for it.”
“But...I don’t want all of your scavenger hunts to be lame. You’re always giving me so much, I just wanted to return the favor.” He approaches you and puts his hands on your shoulders. It’s a comforting weight, a sort of reassurance you needed.
“These were your idea in the first place. And since we’ve started, I’ve had a never-ending stream of ideas for my art. It’s so hard to focus on work, I worried you’d make me go bankrupt.” When you look like you’re about to avert your eyes, he catches your chin and guides you back to look at him. “Hey, I’m getting plenty out of this. Being able to see the city through your eyes makes me fall even more in love.”
“With Stellis or with me?” You ask. Before he can answer, you notice a small box shape protruding from the breast pocket of his jacket. “Wait - you had it this whole time?”
Knowing he was caught, Marius tries to pout at you to gain sympathy. “That’s my work phone.”
“No it isn’t! I watched you give your work phone to your assistant!”
“It’s my...other work phone.”
“It’s not even the size of a phone!”
luke pearce - making stuffed bears for each other
This one is entirely self-indulgent as I've always wanted to go on a date to Build a Bear Workshop and make a bear for my date 🥺
Just imagine it! You walk into the store and peer at the stuffed animals they have on display, asking the other what they want before quickly deciding that the whole operation has to be a secret! It wouldn’t be so difficult if you didn’t insist on walking side by side through the whole store.
When you choose your bears and get to the stuffing station, he makes a few exaggerated movements of standing between you and the bear so you don’t see it. The worker asks if he wants the bear softer or more firm - he says, “I need to consult with my associate” before leaning back and whispering to you loudly.
Picking out clothes, he shows you a bunch of ridiculous shirts - either with puns that don’t quite make sense or shirts that are clearly intended to go on a bear that’s going to a grandfather or to a baby shower. You fire back that you’re giving his a tutu, and he insists that he’d be a wonderful ballerina.
Honestly, whether you make the bear reflect him or his interests or as ridiculous as you could, he’ll love it. Even if you give it a sequin crop top, he’ll cuddle it every night (if he doesn’t have you, of course).
“Okay, on the count of three, we’ll reveal the bears,” You tell him once you’re settled on the bench. Luke nods, setting his box on the ground and opening it. He shields the opening with his leg so you can’t sneak a peek.
“You’re going to lose your mind over how good this bear is,” He proclaims proudly, watching you open your own box. Nudging his leg with your foot, you give him a warning glance for trying to see the bear prematurely. “Okay, ready? One-”
“Wait-”
“Two, Three!” You manage to take your bear out of the box at the same time he does, holding it out for him to take. When you look at his face to gauge his reaction, you see that he has the bear he made for you in front of his face.
“Oh my goodness-” You start, grabbing the bear from him and fawning over it. The bear itself is a lovely dark brown, and you recognize the outfit as vaguely resembling one of your favorites from when you were younger. “This is adorable!”
He doesn’t look at his own bear yet, too focused on how enthralled you look with yours. Thankfully, his antics in the store seemed to distract you from the choices he was actually making. Luke is also glad to see that you remember the outfit the same way he does - if your memory is that good, there’s a good chance you’ll remember him, right?
you think vyn richter is incapable of being a dork? you think just because he’s a genius psychiatrist he’s like a mind reader? you dare disgrace his good name in this way??
vyn would NEVER use his psychological background to try and pick up on things you don’t want to pick up on him. like, yeah, to a degree he can’t turn off his natural and learned intuition and perceptiveness, but so what if he’s emotionally intelligent? you think this means he can’t be a dork?
first of all, it’s a major breach of professional ethics to use your skills in psychology for things beyond their explicit purpose (i.e. your job) because of the natural imbalance it creates and so on but also why would he do his JOB for FREE? he’s not paid to ‘read everyone’s mind!’ maybe the man wants a break! maybe the man wants to just shut his brain off for a second! yeesh!
and like yes, he’s the sexy successful overachieving otome man he should be and we love him for it, but come on. don’t look me in the eyes and tell me he’s on top of everything all the time. perhaps the greatest show of love is that just hanging out with you gives him a moment to take things at face value <3
