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violettduchess · 1 year

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Night in the Mansion- Vamp Headcanons🌙

A/N: This is not a request. Just an idea I had in the middle of the night 🌝 Sometimes you have to write for yourself.

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The Grandfather clock at the end of the halls chimes three times, its heavy bronze pendulum gleaming in the moonlight that streams in from the tall, arched windows. Deep within the warmth of your blanket, you stir, heavy eyelids lifting with effort as you wake…

Leonardo:

….with his strong arms around you, his long body curled around yours from behind. One leg also lazily thrown over yours, but you don’t mind the weight. It feels good. You feel warm and safe and protected. He smells faintly of cigarillo smoke and paper and he's snoring. Not loudly, just a lightly voiced breathing sound that brings a small smile to your lips. Who ever would have thought you’d find that endearing? Love makes the smallest things special. You snuggle down within the cradle of his arms and close your eyes again, allowing sleep to reclaim you.

Mozart:

…and blink as you allow your eyes to adjust to the dim, silvery lighting of Mozart’s bedroom. He is not in bed. Rubbing your eyes, you slide out from under the warm covers and into the pale lavender velvet dressing gown he gave you for your birthday. Matching slippers protect your feet from the night’s chill as you light your chamberstick and make your way out of the bedroom, through the rich, shadowy halls until you reach the music room. He is there, at the piano, pencil in hand as he leans across the keys, scratching notes onto paper at a speed which boggles the mind. It is only when you say his name that the pencil stops and his violet gaze turns to you. It takes a moment before the fog of creation lifts and he recognizes you there. Now the yawn he has been stifling escapes. You walk over, sitting down onto the piano bench next to him, your hand coming to rest against the small of his back. Just a few more minutes he promises. You nod and he graces you with that soft smile that is only yours. A gentle kiss to your temple, a caress of your cheek and then he belongs to the music once again.

Theo:

…to feel a heavy arm thrown across your bare back, a leg draped over yours, casually possessive. You smile to yourself as you shift, memories of how the night began dancing provocatively through your mind. As you move, he stirs as well, rolling onto his side. His beautiful summer eyes never open, but his arms reach for you, pulling you against him, skin on skin. He mumbles something, asking in a voice rough with sleep if you’re ok. Your arms are tucked against his bare chest, your head using his arm as a pillow. If he would open his eyes, he’d see the sleepy, soft light of affection and love in your gaze. You tilt your head up and press a kiss to his chin, whispering that you’re fine and to go back to sleep. He huffs out a grunt in answer, but pulls you even closer with his one free arm.

Napoleon:

…and yawn, still half in dreamland. Napoleon’s room is blanketed in shadow and his luxurious covers are heavy and warm. You move your leg, finding a cool spot under the blanket and adjust your pillow. You reach out with your hand in the dark, sliding it across the sheets until you find his. His hand is upturned, lax with sleep. You slide your hand into his and reflexively, he responds, lacing his fingers through yours. If you don’t fall asleep in his arms, you fall asleep holding hands. Always. Connected once again to the man you love, you drift off back to sleep.

Comte:

….your head pillowed on Comte’s shoulder, your arm resting across his lean abdomen. You fit against him, smooth and precise as the stones in Ashlar masonry. You lift your arm, rubbing your eyes as you slowly come out of dreaming. He breathes in deeply and then his eyes, burnished gold in the pale light, open. He glances down at you and you feel a stab of guilt at waking him. As if reading your mind, he smooths back your hair and asks if you’re alright. His voice is the gentle breeze that stirs the sleeping leaves, soft and reassuring. You nod, lifting your upper body away from him for a moment, stealing a kiss in the middle of the night. No one has ever welcomed a thief more than Le Comte. He smiles as you settle back down against him, adjusting you until you are both comfortable. You fall back asleep to the rhythm of his hand stroking your hair.

Arthur:

…to find Arthur, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Sleepily you push yourself up, shaking the last wisps of sleep out of your mind. In the pale moonlight, he looks almost like a statue, his pale skin white as marble, the lines of muscles and sinew echoing Michelangelo's David. You ask him why he’s awake, if everything is ok. He quickly reassures you that he is fine. And then, looking almost sheepish, goes on to explain that he woke an hour or so ago with an idea for a story. He’s been composing it in his mind ever since. Affection and admiration bloom in equal measure within the chambers of your heart. The mind of a writer when inspiration strikes is always a wonder to you. Leaning over, you place a kiss on his cheek, the other hand cupping the side of his face. Would he like to get up, make some notes? He catches your hand, turns to place a sweet kiss in your palm. And then a lingering kiss to your wrist. And then heated kisses down your forearm. And then you’re being pressed back down into the pillows, kisses suddenly raining down so quickly you can’t keep track. What about the story, you ask as the storm of kisses and caresses pours over you. That luv, can wait until morning.

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mansions-maiden · 5 months

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Random late night thought:

Spoilers for Theo and Vincent 's route end :

In both of the routes, mc feels bad that the brothers will get separated when they decide to go to future to MC's timeline.

However, I often wonder. Being a vampire, wouldn't there be a possibility that the suitors might be still alive in 21st century and they can perhaps meet again?

Maybe I'm thinking too much but it's always been in the back of mind!

#ikemen vamp #ikemen vampire #feverishgirlrants #ikemenvampire #ikevamp

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toloveawarlord · 1 year

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♥ Pairing: Comte x Fem! Reader

♥ Event: Kinktober

♥ Day 22: Breeding

♥ Warnings: smut; breeding; overstim

♥ wc: 1k

The night air brought in a cool breeze through the city of Paris. Candles adorned the table on the private balcony the two of you shared, dripping down beads of wax as the time passed. Only a half-filled glass of wine sat on the cloth in front of you, absently being sipped on while the conversation lulled into a comfortable silence.

"It is such a lovely night, isn't it?" Your gaze up at the large, round moon in the clear night sky. It had been a while since you'd gotten Comte alone, fully alone. There were crises at the mansion constantly, which was to be expected with so many living within.

"Almost as lovely as you, ma Cherie," Comte replied, his own gaze focused on you. He made the cheesiest lines sound like sultry romanticism, making your heart leap in your chest. He, too, was enlivened to spend a night away from the mansion.

You laughed softly, lifting the glass once more to taste the marvelous wine. You hadn't drunk enough to be intoxicated, but it had made you warm and fuzzy on the inside. "Is it strange that we're staying in a hotel in our own city?" A grand hotel, but nothing as magnificent as the mansion they lived their daily lives in.

"I don't believe so. It's only proper that a man and his wife have a night utterly to themselves." He did so love his residents, but the noise was unavoidable. It was past time for him to whisk you away, albeit only into the heart of Paris. "I wanted to revisit our discussion that was cut short the other night."

It took mere seconds for the conversation to return to you.

"Ah, yes, I remember," You replied, heat warming your cheeks. The interruption had been a bit of a blessing, as it had given you time to think over the subject. Of course, it was something that you wanted with him. "Are you sure we can handle a newborn child when we already have... so many..."

Comte laughed, adoring that you felt as though his beloved residents were family to you, too. He could agree. They were childlike at times. "I am certain that we can traverse anything, darling. However, they are grown men, though troublesome as toddlers they may be."

Yes, that was right.

You were worried how a child may affect the delicate balance of the mansion. But Comte reassured you that bringing new life would make the home blossom. He had patience as vast as the sea, answering your questions with thorough answers, never pushing his own desire for a child.

Something that the good Comte could not have fathomed before you blessed his life.

"I want to have a baby with you."

Your declaration the start of many long nights.

The very first in that very hotel room.

Feverish kisses exchanged while clothes were strewn across the floor. The desire to breed you that he'd been suppressing came bubbling up, overflowing into his body. Being a pureblooded vampire meant that he had a deep passion for his lover etched into his very soul.

You let out a broken sigh as his cock stretched your hole. It amazed you how something so big even fit inside, but the feeling of fullness sent you spiraling. Your head hit the pillow, eyes fluttering open and closed.

His thrusts deep, hands holding your knees back to keep you spread. It was unlike him to move so quickly, having to be inside you with haste. Comte would never neglect your sexual pleasure, but he couldn't fight the urge to empty his seed into you.

"I apologize for the-" He breathed out a raspy moan, coating the inside of you with sticky semen. A normal man would be finished, but he was far from normal. Comte rocked his hips slowly, cock already beginning to harden once again. "For the haste- I've lost a bit of control thinking of you with our child."

You stretched out your hand to trace your fingers down his chest, sultry moans leaving your lips before you could speak proper words. "It's so good. I want your baby- fill me up-" You gasped when his fingers swiped over your clit, large digits rubbing with constant pressure as he continued to sheath his cock in your tight walls.

"Ma Cherie, you entice me so-" What man could resist such a plea? Certainly not him. Your eyes swimming with love and desire, mixing together to beg him for a child. He nearly lost all his composure at the sight.

Your beautiful body beneath him, belly soon to be swollen with a child.

That carnal desire overpowered him.

"Ah- mng- Abel, I'm cumming again-" You cried out into the mattress now pressed against your face. Positions had changed many times, and now you had little strength left, unable to hold your body up. Comte's grip on your hips the only thing keeping your ass up as he thrust even deeper than before.

Both your bodies slick with sweat, bed covered in your juices. Comte swiped up the mixture of your cum and his that slid down your legs, pushing it back into your hole and sinking his cock in once more. He couldn't tear his gaze away from it, watching it leak out and be pushed back in.

"I'm nearly there, darling. This will be the final time, I promise," He breathed out. Something that he'd said three times already. But each time, he couldn't stop there. Not until he was certain you couldn't take any more of his semen.

You were exhausted, but each orgasm was stronger than the last, lingering in your nearly limp body. It was too good to stop, for either of you. He wanted to breed you as much as you desired to be bred.

Comte took you in his arms, draping the one blanket that hadn't been soiled over you as he cradled you to his chest. He'd send for the maids while he let you rest in a warm bath... but after he held you for a bit.

"I don't suppose that one night will be enough, will it?"

"Don't worry, my darling wife. I'll fill you up every night from now on."

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire smut #comte #comte de saint germain #comte smut #ikemen vamp #ikevamp comte

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whatever-fanfics · 5 months

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I’m most likely going to separate this into 2 parts for the act 2 gang because I can’t add anymore choices

I will also create a tag list so please comment below if you want to be tagged

❤️❤️❤️

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theotomeasexual · 7 months

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no i have a serious question

why are his hands so obnoxiously large?

it’s so distracting

#otome #otome game #otome games #ikemen #cybird #ikevamp #ikemen vamp #ikemen vampire #ikevam #ikevam charles #spoiler free ofc #i’m only a few days into his route but i just cant take him seriously with these hands

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maeko-kun · 2 years

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Leonardo and Lumiere ☺️💖💖💖

The reference is here: https://youtu.be/kEPfM3jSoBw

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vamp #ikevamp leonardo #leonardo da vinci #lumiere

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chaosangel767 · 1 year

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Admiring the Art

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Theo x F!Reader

Prompt: Enchanted Evenings Day 14: Public Sex

Type: NSFW - Minors DNI

CW: teasing, public sex, wall sex, slight breeding, rough sex, creampie, toys

WC: 1200+

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You could never get used to the amount of people at these art galleries, wishing you were curled back up at home with your husband. Tugging your dress a little more, you look around again for Theo, wanting to find him before he is swarmed with people.

“There you are Hondje, I was worried you would be late” An arm wraps securely around your waist as Theo appearsat your side, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Theo! I’ve missed you” turning to face him, you press your lips to his in a brief greeting, parting far sooner than you would have liked.

“You wore the dress?” Theo looks you over, his eyes clouding over for the briefest of moments.

“My darling husband bought me a beautiful dress to wear, did you think I would wear something else?” you question, stepping way to slowly turn in front of him, showing him how the dress fits on you, subtly showing off all your curves.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, I am going to have such a hard time keeping my hands off you” Theo grumbles in your ear, his hands already wandering lower on your waist as he pulls you to whisper in your ear.

“Behave, we are at one of your galleries, all eyes are going to be on you after all. No one wants to see you feeling me up” You scold, still pressing back against his advance and listening to the delicious groan that escapes his lips. Before he can retaliate however, people start coming to greet the two of you and praise Theo’s gallery, forcing him to socialize. You both keep one arm wrapped around each other, his fingers teasing your hips, reminding you he hasn’t forgotten.

You grow more brazen as the night wears on, the hand wrapped around his waist drops into the back pocket of his trousers, pressing your fingers there, you hear the low grow.

“Enough Hondje” he murmurs under his breath, his hand tightening against your hips.

“Keep your attention on the art” you whisper, feeling his hand dip dangerously low on your hips. Lowering his mouth so it was right over your ear he chuckles.

“I am admiring the art. Such beautiful art work” He murmurs, tucking a start hair behind your ear, watching the goosebumps flood your body. You keep your hand in his back pocket, but still your movements, not wanting to push him too far. The subtle signs of his desires only grow through the night, his movements against you becoming more and more brazen until he finally pulls you behind a pillar, away from prying eyes.

“What if I told you I wanted you right here, right now” His low murmur has desire flooding your veins, his hands rubbing through your dress and to your core. You can feel his hard length pressing against your thigh as his arms wrap around your legs, pinning you to the pillar.

“Theo! Put me down, what if someone sees?” You start to whisper, pushing against him and Theo just presses his lips against yours, silencing you.

“No one is going to come behind this pillar, but if you insist, maybe we can find somewhere else.” He lowers you down, looking around, before nipping your neck, his fangs scraping your skin and listens to the moan that escapes your lips. Finding the shadows of pillars, he pulls you aside.

“Here is good enough. Any longer and I won’t be able to hold myself back from ripping your dress off your pretty little body” His voice darkens and you can’t help the desire that floods your core. Pushing the image from your mind, you mock anger instead.

“Don’t you dare Theodorus Van Gough.” You glare, watching the amusement cloud his face. He spins you around and presses you against the wall, his hand dragging your skirt over your waist.

“You’re cute, all riled up Hondje, what if I made other sounds come out of your mouth?” Nipping your ear, Theo is careful not to break the skin with his fangs as he scraps along your lobe, listening to the moans that fall from your lips

“Just like that, though don’t be too loud, we don’t want to attract any onlookers now” Theo murmurs, his fingers hooking under your underwear to pull them down and slipping them in his pocket. His hand gropes the flesh of your bottom as you steady yourself against the wall with your hands. You can’t help the rush at knowing where you are. The sound of his belt unbuckling seems to echo down the long dark hallway and you pray that no lost guests find their way down this hallway. His length teases your folds, collecting all your slick as his fingers find their way to your mouth.

“Suck” he commands, and you comply, letting his fingers into your mouth as his tip presses against your entrance. “Look at how ready you are. Such a naughty Hondje, taking my cock during such an important event.” You whimper against his fingers when he chastises you, his length filing you in one thrust. You are grateful for his fingers muffling your sound as your walls accommodate him. He wastes no time in thrusting, feeling your arms give out against the walls, and he presses your body closer to the wall. Only behind held up by him, you feel him lift your leg over his arm, deepening the angle.

“Right there, that’s the spot” He groans, feeling your walls clench over his length, your body quickly succumbing to the pleasure of his rapid thrusts. Only the sound of muffled moans and skin on skin fills the hallway.

“Rub your clit, I want you cumming on my cock” Theo commands, his breath hot against your neck, his control loosening as you feel his fangs tease your skin. The urge to bite you is so strong, a primal instinct as he feels your blood pumping under your skin. Rubbing your clit, you feel the coil in your core become more and more wound up, his thrusts stuttering as his pleasure builds too.

“Cum for me now” He groans, his fangs finally sinking in your neck, as your orgasm washes over both of you. Pressing you tight to the wall, your muscles go weak, and your mind goes blank as you only focus on the pleasure of the bite. You can feel him already licking your neck, his hips stilling against your core.

“Don’t waste a single drop” Theo whispers in your ear, his cock slipping out of your core, his finger slipping from your mouth to press against your entrance. “I knew I brought this for a reason” his voice is soft as he pulls out a plug, pressing it against your entrance to keep your combined fluids inside your womb. When his hand finally lowers your leg, Theo’s vampire strength is the only thing keeping you standing. Your body trembles against his, and Theo lifts you in his arms, carrying you down a hall and into a room.

“This is my office, rest here while I go say my goodbyes. Then I am bringing you home, I can’t stand you in this dress one more minute. You are too beautiful. I just want you” His promise has more desire flooding your tired body and you curl up in a ball, feeling the plug in your core. His lips brush yours before he leaves the room. Pressing a hand between your legs you caress the plug, your mind running wild with the thoughts of a child.

#ikemen vamp #ikemen vampire smut #ikevamp smut #ikemen vamp theo #enchanted evenings 2022 #enchantedevenings2022 #ikevamp theo #chayawrites

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stuckinhell102 · 8 months

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Realizing I have started to kin him even more now is worrying me...

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vamp #ikemen vampire william shakespeare #william shakespeare

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yarnnerdally · 2 years

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Fuck, I love Shakespeare so much

Translation: Your tears and emotion for my play mean more to me than a hundred pearls ever could.

😭💕

#ikemen shakespeare #shakespeare #ikemen vamp #Ikemen vampire #ikevamp

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acornwinter · 9 months

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arthur conan doyle is a horse

he’s my whorse

#ikemen vamp #ikemen vampire #arthur conan doyle #doyle ikemen vamp #doyle is so baby girl #he’s like #my ideal man #i’m a lesbian #DOYLE GIVE ME UR EGGS

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lichtluv · 28 days

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──── ⋆⋅ ☆ ⋅⋆ ────

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠,

𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢'𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞...

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞.

──── ⋆⋅ ☆ ⋅⋆ ────

⁎⁺˳↷ 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥.

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violettduchess · 10 months

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I am so in love with your Comte domestic au, I have read it so many times! What about a continuation for au week? It would have to be the "free space day," so if you have something in mind, obviously disregard this. But what about more domestic with Comte and his family spending time together? Or maybe for the soul mate au, it could take place before your other au fic, where Comte finds his soul mate? Oooh, or it could still be soul mates, but the kids are grown, and he's reflecting on big moments they've spent together?

Anyway... obviously, just delete this if you're not taking requests anymore or if you don't wanna use them. Sorry this got so long.

A/N: Hello anon! Here you go! This is a Soulmate au explaining how Comte met the mother of his children from this Domestic Bliss au from last years event! (and to the anon who asked for Comte and Bookstore au and the anon who asked for Comte and Coffee shop au....I combined them all 💜)

An entry for @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady 's Different Universe Same Love CCC

Comte x female reader

WC: 1349

Inked into the skin of your right shoulder, your black and white tree tattoo reaches towards the sky with its bare, spindly branches that echo the gangling shape of spider legs. You chose the image after going for a walk on a stark winter's morning. Something about it resonated with you, echoing the vacuity of your lonely heart.

You’re shelving the latest bloodsucking Young Adult novel, breathing in that delectable new paper smell, when a voice rich as caramel, interrupts, asking if you could please direct him towards the foreign literature. You turn to find yourself looking into arresting, honey-colored eyes set in a face that jerks your heart awake from its lonesome stasis. It begins beating a lively, almost frantic rhythm in your chest.

You give him directions even as you try to fit all the pieces of this beautiful man together in your mind: wavy dark blond hair, slanted cheekbones, lips that smile easily and with such warmth. He thanks you but doesn’t move. Neither do you. The moment your eyes met, something took its first breath, something cocooned deep in the chambers of your hearts and sparked to life by your connection, like the fertile meeting of sunlight and water.

A few minutes later you have a date to meet for coffee.

It feels so much larger than it sounds.

That night, as you lay in bed, dreams inhabited by a man with desert eyes, your tattoo changes. The branches are peppered with small, newborn leaves the color of limes. Fragile. Delicate. Hopeful.

The coffee shop is small, a hidden gem tucked into a side street you’ve never ventured down. You arrive too early, a habit you usually pride yourself on but now is causing waves of anxiety to rush through you. Will you look too eager? Who cares because it is truth. You are eager. You are so very eager to see Comte again.

And then, as if responding to the siren call of your longing, he appears in the doorway, gilded in sunlight. He looks damn near angelic as he enters the shop, a place that suddenly seems so mundane with its walls covered in glossy photos of coffee beans and faded tile floor.

He joins you, ordering tea, so much more civilized than your giant cappuccino topped with cinnamon and chocolate dust. Your eyes meet his and you flush, looking away. What now? Panic rears its ugly head, trampling the excited beat of your heart into the ground.

“Is that the latest X. Sycamore novel?” He notices what you have laying casually on the table by your drink, the beautiful indigo cover and gold lettering. It may be old-fashioned but you are a lover of books you can wrap your hands around, covers you can touch. Someone who has a tactile love of words. You nod. “Do you like her work?” In answer he reaches behind him, into the pocket of his beautifully-tailored beige coat and pulls out the exact same book.

From there it’s easy. So easy. One cappuccino becomes two. One cup of tea multiples like flower buds in spring time. Conversation flows like a current between you, rife with warmth and crackling with soft electricity. You decide you can’t pinpoint the exact color of his eyes because they are always changing. The brightness of Goldenrod when he is happy, dark as pyrite when he’s contemplating, animated as the sun’s shimmering caress of the sea when excited. You learn all his facial expressions and soak in the sound of his voice, burying them deep inside your heart to recall at any time.

When he checks his wristwatch and sighs, you sense your time together nearing its end. You stand abruptly, a motion spurred by the wild desire to beg him to stay and the need to act as though you are perfectly fine with him leaving. Unfortunately you knock against the table, sending your half-full cappuccino toppling just as he’s gathering his coat. Your heart, so light and breezy, turns to stone like a gargoyle in sunlight, sinking down into the twisting pit of your stomach. The stain across the expensive wool looks garish, something out of a horror movie.

At first he refuses your offer to pay for the dry cleaning but you are insistent and he relents. You feel oddly giddy. If the price of seeing him again is a cleaning a soiled coat, then you are willing to pay it. Gladly.

That night, your tree changes yet again. The branches are fuller, anointed in thick, lustrous green. Leaves unfurl themselves towards an invisible sun, towards a welcoming sky.

You hold the freshly cleaned jacket as if it is a child in your arms, tenderly so as not to wrinkle it. The garment bag is a soft blue, a stark contrast to the dark, rich colors of the mansion you find yourself walking through. If elegance were to fashion itself into a home, this would be it. Your heels click across the polished wood as the butler leads you to where Comte is waiting for you. His library.

The garment bag is removed from your arms and he is speaking in that sonorous voice as he greets you but you are not listening. Your mind is trying to soak in the sight of the shelves, rows and rows of shelves, towering above you to meet the breathtaking molded ceiling. Surely this is heaven. Surely he is its keeper.

His hand on your shoulder steadies you, brings you back down to earth, to his warm gaze and the scent of sandalwood. Would you like a tour? You nod and his hand slips down until it takes yours, gentle at first, questioning. You tighten your grip, wordlessly telling him yes, this is ok. Yes you want this. His exhale of relief is audible.

“Let’s begin over here, with Molière.”

That night, your tree has added hundreds of tiny buds clustered throughout its green branches. Each flower bud a tiny pink universe waiting to be born.

He invites you to the cinema where you hold his hand, fingers interlaced as you lose yourselves in the story playing across the screen. The dream ends when the lights come on, scattering the wispy remnants of magic the movie spun around its audience.

You step out of the theater, hands still clasped together and stop as you notice the light haze of rain that has started falling. You glance at Comte. The bus stop you need to get to is several blocks down. He squeezes your hand.

"It doesn't look so bad, chérie. Shall we?"

You agree and together step out into the cool rain. For the first minute it really isn't so bad. The rain dampens your clothing, kisses your skin gently. But after that, it's as if the clouds decided the warm-up is over. The storm gathers its thunderous drums and flashy lightning guitars and the real show begins.

You jump as his arm gathers you close against his side for protection, a bulwark in the sudden downpour. Together you search for shelter through the blur of rain. It only takes you a second to remember where you are.

The oversized awning of the bookstore shields you from most of the heavy rain. You turn within the circle of Comte's protective embrace, your gaze slowly tracing a path up the pale column of his throat, the angle of his jaw, the curve of his lips where it stops, caught there like a thread on a nail. Something warm is unspooling within you, lifting you up to meet him as he leans down, both of you moving in unspoken tandem. Your eyes flutter closed and the world shrinks down to the feel of his lips on yours, cool with rainwater.

The moment your lips touch, you glow with the warmth you have felt in his presence from the beginning. It plunges into the furthest corners of your heart, taking root. As he cradles your head in his gentle hand, his mouth moving over yours, seeking and finding, you know.

You know.

He is yours, now and forever.

That night, you sleep in Comte’s strong arms. Your tattoo is in full bloom, a symphony of soft, pink cherry blossoms, a timeless concert of exquisite joy and breathtaking tenderness. A testament to the love of two souls, meant to be.

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