#vyn richter x black reader

[mscordonean]

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK

The King's most trusted knight, that's what they call him, Vilhelm Richard Albert De Haspran is the King's first choice for any dangerous mission, accompanied meeting and even when his daughter yn needs watching over. What he doesn't know is that his most trusted is absolutely smitten with his daughter and is even in a sneaky relationship with her. Vilhelm: I have a surprise for you. Yn: Oo really? :D. Vilhelm: Look up to the sky, isn't it beautiful? Yn: it is. Vilhelm: but not as beautiful as you. He smiles.

It's 11:55pm and time for your literature classes. You were tired of studying Macbeth, this was your 17th going over how a woman should not emasculate and manipulate their spouses, like it was our fault 🤷🏾‍♀️. Rummaging through your gowns you find an old cloak you could use to escape the palace. "G'day ma'am" one of the knights said to you. "Good day Gus" you say back to him. Suddenly he starts to tower over you. "Only one person calls me Gus..". You thought your cover had been blown until Gustavus starts to laugh. "The princess calls me that, but I obviously know you're not, I mean look at your clothes". You wanted to protest but then he carries on "She's so pretty and all she cares about is that rusty knight Vilhelm, he's literally pushing thirty". You just Pat his shoulder for comfort. "Please tell me you won't tell her what I said, she'll kill me" Gus exaggerates. "I don't need to you already told her yourself" you mumble. "What did you say"? He glances at you. "Nothing Sir Gus!" You wave your hands. "Maybe I could marry you instead, you're pretty and I could provide for you". He smirks feeling proud of himself. "Aaand that's my que to leave" You rush out of his sight. "Wait-". He stares in shock as his ego starts to diminish.

You manage to trick the palace guards to let you out and you roam across the village. You come across a cotton candy stall and stare at it. "Ma'am, would you like to buy some?" A middle-aged man smiles at you from behind the stall. "I don't have any money with me, sir" you smile apologetically. "I'll pay" a hardened voice sounds from a few inches above. It's was Knight Vilhelm! "oh you here" you don't even attempt to play coy because he already knew it was you. "Princess, what are you doing out of the palace, you're father will kill me if he notices you're gone". You pout and play hard to get. "None of your business, sir". He seemed shocked as you normally call him Vyn or Vil or even Baby when you're in private. "Princess," he hands you the cotton candy. "we have to get back to the castle". Vilhelm begged for you to cooperate but you just walk the other way. The expression on his face was priceless, you wouldn't expect such a stoic man to break character so easily. "Okay how about i show you one of my favourite places hm?" You stop in your tracks. You've always wanted to know more about Vilhelm, but you never seemed to be able to break down his walls. You nod and Vilhelm leads you to a body of grass.

"This is my favorite place to come on my days off, my... Dad loved stargazing". He managed to lay down with the thick layers of armor still clung to his body. You lay down next to him and turn to face him, looking into his eyes. " How are we going to explain this to my dad". You say scooting closer to him. "Maybe we could say you stuck out of the house because you were 'bored' and I found you trying to buy some cotton candy". You hit his shoulder and he chuckles. "We should just tell him you were running errands and I wanted to help you out of the kindness of my heart" He looks in your eyes and then at your soft brown lips. "Kindness of your heart?, yeah your heart has been very kind to let me in". He kisses you softly and you savour this moment as it is.

You wish you could have been born a class lower so you could marry this man of great mysteriousness, but then wouldn't want him taking care of any princess other than you.

"Do you see those stars over there?" "Yeah they look like us" "and they seem to be dancing". You get up and pull Vyn up with you. You move his hands with you while you dance. "Don't make me do this" he smiles, admiring the way you move. "You're missing out" you twirl using his limp arm. "Fine I'll join you". He synchronises with your movements, his head layed on you shoulders. "This is nice".

[vyntilador]

Just Like a Star

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The way the sunlight reflects off of your eyes—

I hated how in every time that I turn my gaze towards you, everything around you sparkles with me only focusing on you. How my gaze automatically finds you even in a huge crowd, how your eyes shine bright like a polished diamond.

—the way your smile shines like the stars in the sky.

Or when we make eye contact and your perfectly plump lips turn upwards into a smile as your whole face softens with the loving look on your eyes.

Meeting you was a whole new world imagined—

I still remember how our first interaction was something out of a fairytale. How you suddenly arrived and how the whole world fell apart and emphasizing your figure.

—and no matter how hard I dreamed, it seems that I will never be seen.

And the unfortunate moment that I follow my heart and find you, my eyes land on the one you were destined to be with. How your gaze softened and your eyes shone with only the sight of her made my stomach churn and my heart go crazy but for a different reason.

My heart shatters and my hopes are crushed but I accept the fact that there's no more time to rush.

I sit in front of my desk, frantically writing down all of the unexplainable feelings you've given me through the moments I shared with you in fear that if I don't, the pain lingering in my heart will turn for the worse.

You don't need to accept my confession to you, for I know that you've given your heart to someone new.

My face dampens with the tears filled with the aching feeling of sorrow as I recall the moment you walked past me with her hand in yours. The scene of you holding her in your arms, the moment you received some feathers from a friend as they tell you to give it to her. I remember it all vividly.

And now, I'll force myself to stay gazing at you from afar—

I hold the letter close to my heart with my other hand containing the phone that showed me this sweet moment of you and her sharing a memory that'll last forever.

—for you shall be far from my reach, just like a star.

I was willing to do anything to have your favor. To keep your sweet smile all to myself. To risk it all and go against my parents wishes. I was willing to grab a single star from the sparkling night sky to give it to you yet just as how such thing would be impossible, you were still able to do it just for her.

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Yall this is fit with any character btw!!

Sooo i made this with the poem that i wrote for my crush bcs i found out that he used to like me and now he doesnt bcs hes witj someone else whgdhajzka nobidy told me that the moment i become a fanfic writer id turn my experiences into stories LMAOOOOO

Andni just found out while writing this tyat my crush now knows i like him so im on a misison to ignore tf out of him tmrw HWHAAHAHAHA */cries

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

thundering crimson

Pairing: Vampire!Vyn x gn!Reader

Writing Genre: oneshot

Genres: vampires, historical au-ish?

Word count: ~1.4k

Warnings: mentions of death, discussion of vampirism, very light angst, possible time inaccuracies, maybe slightly ooc vyn, not deeply proofread

Notes: Here the fic is -- 2 1/2 months after I previewed it gfkfkfkf. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fic -- it is meant to take place around 1871!

Read it on ao3!

for my Season of the Witch collab!

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The soft click of your shoes echoed on the dark, damp cobblestone streets of Svart's frosty capital. The elegantly designed streetlamps cast a butterscotch haze over the fog winding down from the mountains. The chilled breeze carried the mist of the sea, but it was not unwelcome as it creeped under your coat and through your sleeves.

Soft neighing could be heard from behind you, prompting the edges of your dark grey frock coat to brush against your calf as you spun around to investigate. Two black stallions and a dashing coachman led a gold-decorated carriage. The mulberry curtains were tied to the side, and you made eye contact with the person inside.

Striking gold came and left as the carriage continued down the street, following in the direction of the historic district.

They must be returning for Allhallowtide, you concluded.

As you continued your night walk, you found yourself drawn to the sprawling virescent hues of the Lindersvik Gardens. Various colours stood out from the verdant landscape, creating a cascade of rainbow across the simple life.

Continuing down the ivy-laced pathway, you stumbled upon a figure sitting on the stone wall surrounding the elevated flower beds.

They were dressed in a double-breasted navy vest, paired with a white collared undershirt and matching navy trousers. A plain white jabot was tucked into their collar – pinned at the bottom of the neck with an emerald brooch. Silver hair fell delicately over pale brows and indigo. They wore glasses with golden frames, and they matched familiar golden eyes.

The person in the carriage…

It seemed that with your newfound thoughts, the figure visibly noticed your presence.

But, how did they get over here? I just saw their carriage riding toward the wealthy districts…

A soft smile rose on their face as you curiously walked closer.

"Hello." the man greeted you simply, his voice rich, measured, and smooth. "Lovely night isn't it?"

"Yes, it is… but aren't you cold?" you queried.

"Not in the slightest." he replied.

How unnatural. You thought, as you came and stood next to him.

He gracefully took your hand and placed a freezed kiss on its back.

"Vyn Richter, and you?"

After giving him your name, he asked you a peculiar question:

"Tell me, Mx. L/n, how do the undead experience emotion?"

A perplexed look blossomed on your face. "Why, Mr. Richter, this question is illogical. There is no such thing as the undead. Even so, how would they be created? It's not as if Shelley and Stoker's novels are real."

He simply hummed, and it seemed as though thousands of thoughts were shining behind his aurous eyes.

"You seem to have a well built mind. Thank you for answering my question, Y/n."

He pocketed a small leather object – most likely his sketchbook – before rising to walk away.

A certain want coarsed through your veins. A need to meet this eclectic man again.

"Will you be attending the Mass tomorrow?" you questioned.

A momentary chuckle before you received a response. "I am afraid that I am no longer able to attend."

"Why?"

"You will have to draw your own conclusions there, Mx. L/n."

And with that, he turned to walk out of the gardens and to the main street. You stood silently for a moment before leaving as well.

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The hauntingly beautiful melodies of the Requiem Mass still danced throughout your head as you made your way back to your quaint apartment. Upon opening the door, you found three pine wreaths waiting for you. Tonight was All Hallow’s Eve, and you would be visiting the deceased members of your family at the Lannavaara churchyard.

Quickly exiting your residence after grabbing the wreaths, you began your walk to the graves.

Clouds littered the flaming skyline of sunset. Liquid gold lapped at the dusted shoreline and occasionally left trinkets from the deep. The streets were filled with the essence of humanity – diverse emotions scattered across every face you saw.

Tendrils of inky indigo had spread over the entire warm-coloured page as you entered the graveyard. You set a brisk pace for the southeastern corner, placed just anterior to the melancholic forest.

Three plots labeled with moss-covered grey stone stood before you. Your found family laid graciously to rest.

Artem Wing

Marius von Hagen

 Luke Pearce

Your beloved band of three, now spending their days in immortal peace. One a legislator, another a Count's son, and the last a detective. You – a violinist.

You had met Luke long before the others, hearing about an up-and-coming detective building himself up from nothing. You needed assistance in finding information about your sibling's suspected crimes, and he accepted the job with haste and enthusiasm. Together through many difficult years you delivered justice – and the innocent verdict was the cement pouring over your bond.

Artem and Marius came about 5 years later, when you were requested to play at an event for three noblemen. When your lengthy performance had come to an end, both men took an interest in dancing and conversing with you. One hoping for another friend, and the other seeing potential for a new artistic endeavor.

An uncanny breeze halted your reminiscence, prompting your eyes to unglaze and your body to reanimate. The sensation of someone behind you caused your mind to scream flight, but you were here to honor your fallen, and no being would stop you.

You placed a harder grip on the wreaths in your hand and took a step forward. A vibration went down your spine as the cold of an autumn's night began creeping in.

"You seem shivery, rose." a familiar, graceful voice spoke.

"Good evening, Mr. Richter." you replied, relaxing the slightest.

"Please, no need for honorifics." he wished, placing his fur lined coat over your shoulders.

Something about him seems different now – as if he is immersed in his element. you pondered.

"If you don't mind my asking, who are you here to see, Vyn?" you asked, while adorning your deceased in wrapped pine.

"A very old friend of mine." he responded, drifting just slightly further from you and towards a mausoleum decorated with a garland of tarnished gold.

He turned to look at you with an expression communicating both his hesitation and longing.

"Would you like to come with me?"

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Upon closer inspection, this mausoleum most certainly belonged to an affluent family. It was well-kept and representative of wealth, though it somehow still managed to maintain a humble charm.

"Does this old friend of yours have a name?" you asked, attempting to make conversation.

"Yes, he does."

"Will you tell me?"

"You will have to have patience and find out for yourself."

A light huff exit your lips, prompting a little smile from the mysterious man.

Arriving at the entrance, Vyn pulled a golden key from his pocket and unlocked the dark metal french doors leading into the shadowy building. Your entering steps reverberated through the space, and a pair of golden eyes soon appeared next to you. With a snap of his fingers, the candles and sconces throughout the mausoleum were lit.

An incredulous gleam shone in your eyes, but the silver-haired man paid it no mind. Instead, he stepped forward to the third plaque on the main wall.

Hesitantly you walked to stand next to him. Vyn's face held a look of tender mourning, and you couldn't help but draw your eyes to what he was reading.

In Loving Memory of

Vilhelm Richard Albert de Haspran

1832 - 1859

Beloved Fürst, renowned psychiatrist, and adored visage of elegance

Questions flooded your mind, but you chose to ask the most important.

"This--this is you?" you queried softly.

"Yes, my rose." he spoke, turning gently to you and catching your gaze.

And with those words suddenly it all made sense. His unnatural feats, strange questions, and odd behavior all drove you to one conclusion.

"You are a vampire, Vyn."

"Yes, my rose." A repeated phrase became a statement of patience.

Silence bombarded the mausoleum – the mourning and merriment outside the doors falling away.

The hush was interrupted by his light gasp as you put your right arm through his left and placed a kiss on the back of his hand.

"I see you, and I am not afraid."

He tightly squeezed your hand and warmly replied, "Thank you."

[heartylunalys]

Tot boy with a natural hair gf

artem wing

•at first he will be so shy to even touch your hair

•he will probably just stands beside you in the bathroom awkwardly not knowing what to do with his hands

•looking at you with admiration

• “can I touch it please?”

• “artem it’s the reason why I called you over so yes you may”

•you showing him how to detangle and define your curls

•him being too afraid to hurts you

• but finally being able to touch your hair and omg he is a fan

•so satisfying for him

•when he’ll be back at his apartment he will do so much researches about how to take care of your type of hair and note everything about what he learned

marius von hagen

•being the flirt he is he will just use your wash day as an occasion to flirt with you

• “I really like your hair, you should wear it like that more often”

•will use any occasion to kiss you, gently on the cheek, on your neck, quick peck while you’re concentrated

•play with your curls and watch them bounce

• “it can change length in a second! Do you know what else can do that?”

• “shut up Marius”

•after this day, he will buy you soooo much products, searching for the products trending and asking you what you thought about it

luke pearce

•this playful boy will never stop playing with your hair

•like, never

• “Luke, stop it you’re ruining the curls”

• “but it’s so beautiful, what do you mean they are ruined??”

•you showing him the hairstyle you wanna do

•him taking it as a mission to reproduce it

•it will probably finish as a tangled mess but you had a lot of fun

•he will help you repair the mess he made in your hair tho

vyn richter

•the boy is INTERESTED

•treats your hair like a subject, admires each curl

• ask you a ton of question about it and how do you take care of it

•will watch your wash day routine as if he is learning a new lesson

•asking your permission before touching it because he saw the work you put into it

•he’ll kiss your hair just to smell your products

•you caught him staring at it so much time

•making your insecurities about your hair disappear from how kind and passionate he is about it

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Notes: I hope you liked this story!!

I’m taking requests!

I created this blog to allow black girls to feel more comfortable with reading x reader, as a black person I saw how much we weren’t really represented in the fanfic community

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This is my work, please don’t repost it, translate it or take it without my permission.

[iceysghost]

NXX Boys and Your Wedding: Part 1

Tears of Themis: Vyn Richter x Rosa (MC) Reader

Word count: 578 words

CW: slight mentions of sex

Back in Svart, weddings were always done in large halls. Always with tables and chairs so pristine they’d be funeral pews. Always with uncomfortable greetings from people you barely even knew.

The groom always in a black suit and tie, devoid of color. The bride always in an extravagant dress no one could possibly breathe in, let alone dance in.

Weddings were just like any other social event: always rich, always long, and always fake. Who would worry about the bride and groom, if they always had to worry about the price of the reservation hall or the abnormally long guest list?

This wedding, however, had no always.

A Haspran would never get married in a garden. A Haspran would never have real friends. A Haspran would never even fall in love with a commoner.

However, Vyn was no longer a Haspran. He was a Richter.

Behind bushes and beds of flowers, his heart was beating fast. He shouldn’t be nervous, he thought—they’ll think you don’t love her, they’ll think you’re not ready for marriage, they’ll think you’re a coward—

“Is our favorite Dr. Richter getting cold feet?”

Marius. His best man.

“You’re looking quite dapper if you ask me. What’re you nervous for?”

What was he nervous for? Rosa? No, she’d be beautiful, and happy to marry him without a doubt (or would she?). The venue? No, he did everything to make it simple, but presentable and comfortable. The guests? No, only his closest friends would be there.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Something feels so right but so wrong?”

“Are you still scared of what your family would think?”

Vyn went quiet. He was still thinking of the great banquets back at Svart. Thinking of what his parents would say about him and Rosa.

‘Who said you couldn’t get married like this? It’s your wedding, dammit. Who said she couldn’t wear a simple dress? Who said you couldn’t wear a red suit— a red suit, why are you wearing a red suit?”

Roses were beautiful, and their thorns pricked, sure. But the thorns of a rose are to protect itself from things that might harm it.

Those who would want to appreciate the rose’s beauty must learn to either avoid the sharp thorns, cut them off, or willingly let themselves be wounded.

If Vyn wanted to love Rosa, he couldn’t just ignore her rigor and passion in work; he couldn’t ask her to tone it down. He could only fall hard for her and embrace every part of it. Only touch her with trembling hands and bleed out on his white coat turned crimson.

This is why I love her, he thought. I’ll bleed for her, and her only.

“Fix your tie, Mr. von Hagen. it’s loose.” He walked quickly across the grass and nudged Marius in the shoulder. “The ceremony’s starting soon.”

And just like that, he was back to normal. Vyn was ready to bleed for her, bleed for the rest of his life.

But what Vyn didn’t know is that he didn’t have to bleed. Rosa could cut her thorns just for him. Rosa could cure his wounds. Rosa would do anything to make sure he was comfortable.

He only realized once everyone went home, alone in their room, red coat thrown to the side, white shirt slightly unbuttoned, that she would not make his skin red to bleed. Rather, to kiss his scarred but beautiful skin, leaving lipstick all over his chest.

A/N: I am an inexperienced writer, so I accept constructive criticism (both on the story and my use of tumblr). Let's see how far this will reach lmfao. Reblogs and likes aree greatly appreciated!

[mscordonean]

I'm backkkk!

I promise I'm writing these 😭😭

Here are my ideas

Fantasy au's!

Bridgerton au!Sylus x black reader

Bridgerton au!Bram Stoker x black princess reader

Bridgerton au!Nanami x black reader

Bridgerton au!L x black!reader

Bridgerton au!Nahyeok Gang x black!reader

Pirate!Sukuna x black reader

Sailor!Armin x black!reader

Ghostface!Megumi x black!reader

Dessert prince!Noriaki Kakyoin x black!reader

Knight!Vilhelm Richard Albert De Haspran x black princess!reader

Werewolf!Fukuchi x Red riding Hood black!reader

Prince!Xavier x Black Princess!reader

Vampire!Steely Dan or Sylus x black human!reader

Popstar au!Sylus x black reader

Wanted for bounty au!Sylus x black reader

Which one do you guys want first?