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maries-gallery · 10 months

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IKEMEN SERIES MASTERLIST

CHEVALIER:

the small things

genre: fluff

your touch

genre: fluff

jealousy

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: breeding kink, degradation/praises, spanking, penetrative sex, size kink, dirty talk, creampie, female bodied reader, jealousy

do not be gentle

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: penetrative sex, biting/marking, rough sex, soft Chevalier

a slow death

genre: angst

warnings: main character death, mentions of violent Chevalier, gore and blood

how I miss you (French Chevalier)

genre: fluff

warnings: french sentences (translation at the end)

the scent of you (French Chevalier)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

say my name

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: soft sex, creampie, brief mentions of size difference, biting, marking, female bodied reader

sweet mornings

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: somnophilia (consented), dacryphilia, edging, overstimulation, fingering, female bodied reader

a lesson in red

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: fingering, edging, impact play (spanking), overstimulation, hints of dacryphilia, female bodied reader

YVES:

insecure Yves

genre: fluff, comfort, suggestive

strawberry picking

genre: fluff

the source of happiness

genre: fluff, comfort

LICHT:

The first kiss

genre: fluff, comfort

The love of an angel

genre: nsfw, angst, comfort, fluff, mdni

warnings: soft sex, mentions of breeding kink, creampie, female bodied reader

CLAVIS:

The one that got away

genre: angst, unrequited love, love triangle with Chevalier

Show our love to the world

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: fingering, public sex, dirty talk, very subtle mention of Chevalier being in love with MC, female bodied reader

Little song bird

genre: angst, comfort, fluff

RIO:

Building a future

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: breading kink, penetrative sex, praise kink, dirty talk, creampies, aftercare, female bodied reader

A taste of heaven

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dacryphilia, female bodied reader

More than friends

genre: fluff, nsfw, mdni

warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, praise kink, missionary, dacryphilia, female bodied reader

SILVIO:

Siren’s call

genre: fluff

Prompt: Cursed by Lord Huron

Lyrics: "The spell she cast on me is real”, "I gotta find me a cure.", "I was doomed by our first kiss."

JIN:

say my name

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: size kink, dirty talk, spanking, creampie, female bodied reader

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS:

To care for the ones you love

genre: fluff, comfort

characters: Nokto, Licht

summary: The two brothers take care of your headache

warnings: none

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2,5k event: all the ways to say I love you

love languages week end event

CHEVALIER

in your arms tonight

genre: nsfw, fluff, mdni

warning: fingering, edging, dacryphilia, overstimulation, light dirty talk, female bodied reader

Sugar and salt

genre: fluff

summary: you bake cookies for the princes... But Chevalier decides he'd rather keep them to himself than let anyone else have a taste. Even if they taste terrible.

wc: 1,6k

RIO

To love and protect

genre: fluff, comfort, slight angst

summary: Rio aches to dance with you at tonight’s ball, but instead he might just save you from a forceful nobleman who can’t take no for an answer

warnings: overprotective Rio

wc: 2,5k

Sleeping with an angel (PART 2 of: TO LOVE AND PROTECT)

genre: nsfw, mdni

summary: You finally confess your love to Rio and the two of you spend a sweet night loving one another.

warnings: vanilla sex, first time, dirty talk, creampie, fingering, praise kink, hints of size kink, dacryphilia, reassurance kink, missionary, spoon sex, creampie, female bodied and gendered reader

wordcount: 4k

The mirror

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: fingering, mirror sex, praise kink, dirty talk, creampie, female bodied reader

wordcount: 1,2k

Lonesome dream

genre: fluff

wordcount: 1,5k

Prompt: Lonesome Dream by Lord Huron

Lyrics: "I lie under the starlit sky", "I watch as the planets turn", "And it's lonesome here in the wide open space", "I been dreaming again of a lonesome world, Where I'm lost and I've got no friends"

CLAVIS:

The moans of an angel

genre: nsfw, mndi

summary: Clavis doesn't care that Cyran is behind the door and that he can hear you. As long as he gets to take care of you and make you moan his name.

warnings: thigh riding, dirty talk, bondage, mentions of overstimulation and edging, mentions of dacryphilia, female bodied reader

wc: 1k

A shelter from the Rain

genre: fluff, hints of angst, nsfw, mdni

summary: Clavis finds he does not care about the scent of rain coloured roses anymore, as long as he's in your arms.

warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), outdoor sex, dirty talk, female bodied reader

wc: 1,2k

SILVIO:

Greater than love

genre: nsfw, mdni, enemies to lovers

summary: Silvio hates you with a burning passion... Or is it really hate?

warnings: fingering, praise kink, size kink, dirty talk, reassurance kink, cumming on thighs (?), wall sex, biting and marking, mentions of nipple play, female bodied reader

wc: 1,5k

JIN:

Resignation

genre: nsfw, mdni

summary: If Jin isn't going to confess his love for you, you figure you might five him a reason to.

warnings: shower sex, hints of dacryphilia, hints of breeding, creampie, bondage, praise kink, dirty talk, female bodied reader

wc: 1, 2k

LICHT:

The green eyed monster

genre: nsfw, mdni

wc: 2,5k

warnings: angry/jealous sex, dirty talk, manhandling, marking/biting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie, breading, female bodied reader

prompts: angry sex, "It can wait, I want you now."

In my colours

genre: nsfw, mdni

wc: 2,5k

warnings: lingerie, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, sex, dirty talk, praise kink, dacryphilia, size kink, creampie, female bodied reader

prompts: lingerie and "Touch yourself for me. Look at me while you do it."

house husband Rio

genre: fluff

beach day with Chevalier

genre: nsfw, fluff, mdni

warnings: soft sex, mentions of fingering and marking

bad period cramps

characters: Rio, Licht, Clavis, Nokto

genre: fluff, comfort, nsfw (for Nokto’s part), mdni

warnings: mentions of fingering

where they like to kiss you

characters: Chevalier, Clavis, Rio

genre: fluff, suggestive (Clavis)

warnings: suggestive

Somnophilia with Rio

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: needy Rio, mentions of blood and injuries, fingering, somnophilia (consensual), female bodied reader

Rio teasing a shy MC

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: teasing, praise kink, dirty talk, mentions of fingering, sex and oral sex, female bodied reader

Submissive Gilbert

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: hair pulling, sub!Gilbert, needy Gilbert, biting, marking, humping and grinding, make out session, female bodied reader

Submissive Gilbert 2nd edition

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: sub!Gilbert, riding, sense deprivation (blindfolding), praise kink, dirty talk, bondage, female bodied reader

Pussy drunk Licht

genre: nsfw,

warnings: pussy drunk Licht, rough sex, marking and bruising, creampie, slight breeding kink, needy Licht, female bodied reader

After care with Licht

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: mentions of breeding and overstimulation, after care, female bodied reader

Steamy make out session with Rio

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: make out session, grinding and humping, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, female bodied reader

Topping and cock warming Chevalier

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: cock warming, teasing, topping chevalier, dirty talk, mentions of manhandling, female bodied reader

Cock warming with Rio

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: cock warming, teasing, dirty talk, dacryphilia, mentions of breeding, cum (a lot of it), female bodied reader

Begging and Whimpering Gilbert

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: sub!Gilbert, teasing, mentions of overstimulation, marking, biting, slight nipple play, oral sex (m. receiving), needy!Gilbert

Rio eating the MC out whilst she’s reading

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), teasing, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, female bodied reader

Semi public sex and fingering with Rio

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, semi public sex, oral fixation, female bodied reader

Deepthroating

genre: nsfw, mdni

characters: Licht Klein, Jin Grandet, Rio Ortiz

warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise kink, petnames, face fucking, gagging, female bodied reader

dad!Rio with a daughter

genre: fluff

warnings: none

My kind of kiss

genre: fluff

characters: all

Oral sex with Silvio

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), marking/biting, dacryphilia, moaning Silvio, praise kink, face fucking, deep throating, cum eating, female gendered and bodied reader

Colour symbolism analysis: Chevalier

Rhodolite inspired playlist

ARTHUR :

Cold Hands

genre: fluff, comfort

Of Love and flour

genre: fluff

Writing history

genre: fluff, comfort

Sick MC

genre: fluff, comfort

LEONARDO :

Suit you

genre: fluff

Jealous man

genre: fluff

COMTE :

Golden

genre: fluff

Teaching you how to dance

genre: fluff

THEO :

Work

genre: fluff

Missing you

genre: fluff

Only Angel

genre: fluff

NAPOLEON :

Talk too much

genre: fluff, comfort

Sick crowd

genre: fluff, comfort

LEONARDO:

What love is

genre: angst

NAPOLEON:

Until you fall asleep

genre: fluff, comfort

A year Together

genre: nsfw, mdni, fluff

warnings: praises, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), aftercare, female bodied reader

Their major in a modern AU

genre : sfw

Their kinks : Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac

genre : nsfw, MDNI

Modern Leonardo

genre : sfw

Modern Arthur, Isaac and Vincent

genre : sfw

Vincent with a MC who is very talented at drawing but mostly works with dark and sad colours

genre : fluff, comfort

Which sport would they play and which role would they have

genre : sfw

Vincent, Isaac and Jean with a MC who loves gardening

genre : fluff

MC taking Theo, Arthur and Vincent on a modern date

genre : fluff

Comte and Leonardo walking in on MC naked

genre : fluff, suggestive (themes of nudity obviously)

Their favourite lingerie on you

genre : suggestive, mdni

Needy Arthur

genre : nsfw, mdni

Napoleon and Leonardo threesome

genre : nsfw, mdni

Carriage sex with Theo

genre : nsfw, mdni

Walking on you naked (Arthur and Isaac)

genre : nsfw, mdni

Dom!Vincent

genre : nsfw, mdni

Deepthroating for Napoleon

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise kink, petnames, face fucking, gagging, female bodied reader

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Ikemen characters mood boards

RAY :

Sleeping on my dream

genre: fluff

Ray and size kink

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: size kink, pussy drunk!Ray, praise kink, mating press, creampie, breeding kink, dacryphilia, female bodied reader

FENRIR :

Green is the colour

genre: fluff, comfort

A bowl of spaghettis for my love

genre: fluff

midnight tryst

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: outdoor sex, semi public sex, mentions of size kink and dacryphilia, dirty talk, female bodied reader

Nothing yet...

What they’d major in

genre : sfw

Mc who is uncomfortable and cautious of men (Red army, Luca and Oliver)

genre : fluff, comfort

Mc turns into a child

genre : fluff, funny

Sirius, Jonah, Fenrir and Zero with a MC who has psoriasis and feels self conscious

genre : fluff, comfort

Their favourite lingerie on you

genre : suggestive, mdni

He sees your nudes (Fenrir and Ray)

genre : nfsw, mdni

Oliver walks in on you naked

genre : nsfw, mdni

Size kink with Ray

genre : nsfw, mdni

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Ikemen characters mood boards

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onegianthotmess · 2 months

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Okay, I’ve seen posts of the reader getting jealous of the suitors’ wives if they came back, but now I’m just imagining it happening to Jane.

Like, she and Theo got engaged a little while ago and then BAM!; Theo’s wife when he was human, Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, has been resurrected as a vampire and is staying with Comte for a little while and ends up inevitably crossing paths with her former husband. And Jane is both fascinated and confused at this situation.

She didn’t know anything about Theo’s life when he was human apart from what he’d told her, and Vincent never said anything because they weren’t his stories to tell Jane. But, seeing Theo and Johanna interact after so long, very easily picking up conversations and such, Jane had to go to Sebastian to ask what history said about Theo’s relationship with Johanna.

And was Jane in for it then.

Sebastian told her that Theo was practically enamored with Johanna, wanting to marry her very soon after they met and trying to propose even after being rejected a few times. They even had a son that Theo named after his beloved brother who was only a year old when he’d died. In short, Theo very quickly fell in love with Johanna and got married to her after a few years and a few rejections, even having a son a year before he died.

And Jane felt an old feeling of paranoia and insecurity make its way back into her. When she was human, Jane had felt this way during her time with Henry due to him having a reputation for having a wandering eye. She didn’t want this feeling to come back with Theo just talking to his previous wife.

She just decided to let Theo be with Johanna and focus on other things, to the point of near avoiding him, if unintentionally. In the two weeks she’d managed to avoid Theo, Jane had reorganized the library five times, knitted three scarves, learned how to make a new dessert, walked King by herself, read four books, and planted six new types of flowers in the garden with help from Sebastian.

Theo’s been trying to talk to her, but some polite excuse and a sweet smile make it impossible for him to get more than two and a half sentences in with his fiancée. And Jane finds it harder and harder to not cry every time she sees Theo or Johanna or even when she hears their names. She just can’t help but think that Johanna coming back is a sign that she shouldn’t marry Theo and just let him be with the woman he loved first. They even had a son together, for god’s sake! It wouldn’t be right if she went up and married Theo after he and Johanna finally saw each other again and got the chance to tie up loose ends.

One night, Jane finds herself looking at the engagement ring in her finger that Theo had given her and she contemplates returning it to him so he can be with Johanna again. He was enamored with her almost instantly while human, there was no doubt he was going to become enamored with her once more now that both he and her were resurrected. It would make the most sense to return the ring so Theo could trade it for a different one for Johanna if he wanted to.

It wouldn’t be that hard, anyway. Jane knew she wasn’t very special in any way, shape, or form. She’d only been recognized in her human life for her ability to give her former husband a male heir and because she was decently attractive. She didn’t have any special skills, she even had to relearn her mother tongue and learn a new language just to live comfortably in her new life as a vampire. No, Jane was just a woman that came a dime a dozen and many women had her qualities and even more added to that.

And Jane was just Jane. There was nothing extraordinary about her, nothing too special or memorable. Why would Theo even want to marry her in the first place when she was so plain?

She starts thinking it was a good thing Johanna came back to life and reunited with Theo. It helped Jane to become disillusioned that she was good enough for a man who’d done many great things and had great skills in his field of work.

Jane began to question why Comte had even resurrected her. She wasn’t special in any way, the only reason for her being a historical figure was that she was the third wife of Henry VIII and was the one who gave him his male heir. Why would she belong in a house full of great figures who have done great things to influence history? All she did was get married, get pregnant, give birth, and die.

All of these thoughts take up space in her mind and she ends up isolating herself from everyone for another two weeks, only taking small servings of Blanc and Rouge for her meals and staying in her room, doing things like sewing and reading while also taking care of her beloved bird, Enid.

Eventually, Vincent decides to pay her a visit because he’s been worried about her for the past month she’s been isolating herself. When Jane opens the door, Vincent gets even more worried. She looks tired and her eyes are a tiny bit red, her voice is a tiny bit hoarse when she smiles and softly tells Vincent to come in and apologizes for the mess in her room.

And things lead to Vincent asking Jane how she is when he finally notices her engagement ring is off.

And Jane merely gives a shaky smile and hands Vincent something she’d had clasped in her hands in her lap. It was her engagement ring. Jane says that Theo could have the ring back and give it to Johanna or do whatever he wished with it.

And it takes Vincent asking why Jane gave him the ring for Jane to break down and start bawling her eyes out. Vincent immediately pulls Jane in for an embrace and just lets her cry into him. It takes five minutes of Jane crying for her to calm down and be able to form proper sentences and coherent thoughts in her mind.

And then she tells Vincent everything.

She tells him about not wanting to be controlling over Theo, about how she feels like it’s better that Johanna came back so that she and Theo could tie up loose ends and possibly resume what they had before Theo died, about how she doesn’t feel like she’s anything to look at or be concerned about considering she can’t really do anything special or extraordinary, about how she shouldn’t marry Theo because he’s finally reunited with Johanna, and about how she shouldn’t even be in the mansion anyway because she can’t do anything or bring anything valuable to the household. And this confession breaks Vincent’s pure little heart.

Because he loves that Jane was able to make his brother happy again and that she was going to marry him. Jane was going to make Theo incredibly happy and be his little sister. Vincent was so happy for his brother and now he doesn’t know what to do.

Jane didn’t feel adequate enough to even be in the same room as Theo now and Vincent didn’t know how to make her feel any better. She even gave him her engagement ring to return to Theo!

But, Vincent knew that he couldn’t get through to Jane. Her being isolated left her alone with those awful thoughts in her head that convinced her of what she was doing right now. So, Vincent said he’d talk to Theo for Jane and he pat her on the head as he got up to try and help ease her. And as Vincent smiled at Jane, she couldn’t help but feel at ease, so much so that she was able to fall asleep for the first time in days.

And as Jane fell asleep with all of her awful thoughts, Vincent left down the hall to Theo, Jane’s engagement ring in hand, and to explain to his brother what was going on and hopefully help Jane out of the horrible mental mess she was in.

#why do these angst rants turn into almost full on fics???#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp theo #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp jane

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yanderepuck · 3 months

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OMG I DIDNT REALIZE THAT U DID LIKE. SELF HARM COMFORT FICS I JUST READ YOUR ARTHUR ONE ITS SO GOOD!!!! IIF YOU DONT MINDD could you do likee MC asking one of the guys to kill them..?! I'm curious abt what certain reactions would be!! uhmm you can choose which character to do but preferably leo, arthur, or theo? :3 TYSMM

I'll do lil headcanons of the the three.

THAT BEING SAID!!!! YOU READ THE ASK!!! YOU KNOW WHAT IS COMING. IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANGST OR DON'T WANT TO BE TRIGGERED THEN DO NOT READ THIS POST. I ALWAYS ASK FOR YOU GUYS TO INTERACT IWHT MY POSTS BUT I UNDERSTAND IF YOU CAN'T WITH THESE ONES. BUT EVERY COMMENT IS APPRECIATED

Leonardo

He looks at you after he heard those words. Did he hear you right? Did he just hear you ask for him to kill you? So many thoughts were going through his head and he wasn't sure which one to focus on. This man has a fear of harming you. Yes he won't bite you but that doesn't mean he wants you to die.

You are sitting on the bed crying. You have been in a depression pit for a little over a month now. You can't find motivation to do anything. It might sound selfish, but he would be able to do it so easily.

"Cara mia..." he finally snaps out of his thoughts and pulls you into his lap. There's no chance of getting out of his grasp. You cry louder into his chest. He starts to rub your back, feeling tears form at the corner of his eyes. His voice is shaky but he forces it out. "I...I could never. I love you."

You clutch onto his shirt, just crying harder. Being alive hurts so much. Feeling nothing would be better at this point than constantly thinking of killing yourself. If you could just stop thinking it would help so much.

"I'll help you get through this. Don't worry," he talks softly, trying not to cry too much himself.

Arthur

He freezes at those words. Hes been trained not to freeze in these conditions but how could he not when it's someone he loves.

You're sitting on the edge of his bed, crying. He just finished bandaging up your arm after you just tried to do it yourself. Did you really just say what he thinks you said. Your sobbing just gets harder. Your face is soaked, tears running down your chin and dropping off onto Arthur's hand.

"Love...I..I could never," he reaches up and holds your head between his hands, not caring how wet they get from tears. You didn't dare to move. You didn't deserve his touch but you couldn't muster the energy to move. "I love you-"

"Y-you said- you said you would do a-anything for me!" You half scream half sob. Was he just lying? He said anything.

Arthur gets on the bed with you, getting you to lay down with him. He wraps you in his arms and plays with the ends of your hair. Your cries don't stop. You want to push him away. You want to say horrible things. But you can only cry.

"Shh. Relax, love," he talks softly, holding back tears of his own the best he can. He's not even worried about the blood all over you and him. You keep your arm close to your chest, wanting to keep some distance between the two of you. You don't deserve to be held.

He kisses the top of your head. He thinks back to when he worked as a doctor and how he would help his patients. "Why don't I tell you a story?"

Theo

He blacked out for a moment. Kill you? No no. This couldn't be happening. The two people he loves the most are both-

He snaps out of it and quickly wipes the tears from your face. "Hondj- Liefje..I could never," he brushes the hair out of your face. His touch is soft and gentle. He doesn't take his eyes off yours.

Your eyes seem so lifeless, like there's no light behind them. He's seen this look plenty of times before and he never thought he would see it on you.

"T-Theo pl-please," you plead through your tears. "It hurts. I hurt so much," he's strong. He could make it quick and painless. He would barely have to try.

He's desperately trying to find the right words to say. "I-I can't" tears form at the corners of his eyes. "You can hate me if you want but I could never hurt you. I love you."

You can't look him in the eye. You're too.. embarrassed? No. You're scared. Scared to see the look on his face.

"Come here, Liefje," he pulls you into his body. Not caring how wet you get his clothes. He's not letting you go.

#SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #i wrote leonardos part and saved it and then tumblr wouldn't let me edit it until a few days ago #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo #angst #tw #tw suicide #tw suicide mention #tw self harn

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ikeromantic · 1 year

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Perfect Harmony

At 2nd place in my IkeVamp 1K Follower Celebration: Fluffy Le Comte. The resident hedonist nobleman, sweet and dry like a fine wine. Approx 3000 words of love and loneliness.

Le Comte knew he was falling in love. The way his pulse raced at the sight of her. His breath catching at the slightest touch. The flutter in his chest when she stood close. She made him feel in a way he had not for such a long time. Made him remember that this endless life of his had more in it than the shallow, brief encounters of his social circles.

And yet, it was this that made him avoid her too. Filling his schedule. Pushing her away with his gentle, polite, but cool responses. Each time he looked at her and felt his heart leap, he was reminded too of the pain he would feel when she was gone. Already, he knew it would hurt to let her go. Back to her time, away from the mansion and out of his life. Allowing her close would only bring them both more sorrow in the end. Even if she stayed. Especially if she stayed.

He held this truth in his thoughts, reminding himself of it with the constancy of prayer.

It was this line of thought that gripped him when she laid a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright? You look . . .”

Le Comte smiled at her, pushing his dark thoughts to the back of his mind. “I was just considering how I might reward you for your kindness. It is such a weighty concern. I am not sure anything I do could properly show how much I appreciate you.”

She looked aside, her cheeks heating. “I haven’t done anything special. Just letting me stay here is enough. And you’ve done that and more. Half the time I feel like a princess instead of an unexpected guest.”

“You should feel like a princess.” He knew he shouldn’t, but couldn’t help himself as he reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips. Her skin smelled of the lotion she used, a slight scent of olives and lavender. Beneath that, the faint smell of just her. Sometimes he thought her scent was floral, the slight trace of a bloom in the air at spring time. Other days he thought it more like the welcoming smell of bakery kitchen. Hints of vanilla and sugar and spice. All comfort and sweetness.

His lips brushed her wrist, and he allowed himself to enjoy the brief sensation of her skin against his mouth. The tantalizing feel of her pulse, racing as much as his was right then. Temptation. Resistance. For a moment, his gaze locked with hers and he knew from the way her eyes widened that she could see the heat and hunger in his eyes. He veiled the truth as he pulled back. Polite smile firmly in place.

“I . . . I appreciate you too.” Affection and hurt played across her expression before she managed to conceal them both. “I just wanted to ask if you had a preference for your afternoon tea. I was thinking with the season, maybe you would like jasmine or rose?”

“Jasmine. And your company, if you would give it?” He let her hand go with a reluctance he did not show.

She nodded. “Of course.”

When she left, his study felt more empty than it should have. “I’m an old fool,” he murmured. His scarred heart thudded in his chest, reminding him that love would bring pain, no matter the beauty of the bloom.

A short while later, she returned with the tray in hand. Le Comte stood and helped her set it out. Their fingers brushed against each other as they both reached for the teapot, stilling for a heartbeat before they both drew back.

“Sorry! I thought-”

“No, no, I should apologize. But please allow me to pour.” Le Comte brushed his knuckle gently along her jaw. “Sit down, ma cherie.”

She sat, cupping her cheek where he’d touched her. She did not look at him as he filled their cups. The petals in the tisane floated to the top and then sank again, vivid against the pale porcelain.

They sat together, quiet for several breaths. There were a thousand things le Comte could say. He knew how to draw a person out, or close them off. How to ease someone closer, or push them away with a subtle sting. But he could not find the words he wanted to say to her. What could encapsulate the torrent that poured hotly through his veins and churned in his chest?

“I was thinking I would go to town this afternoon.” It was she that broke the silence finally, with courteous and proper conversation. “I need to pick up a few things in the market. Theo’s birthday is coming up and I wanted to make him something special.”

“Oh?” He sipped his tea. “What did you have in mind?”

Her smile shifted to one of genuine pleasure. “I found a recipe for a brown butter pancake. It’s supposed to be very sweet and very fluffy.”

“Theo will love it, I’m sure.”

“I hope so.”

“Perhaps I can accompany you?” The words left his mouth before he had a chance to consider them.

Her eyes widened. “You want to get groceries with me? Aren’t you too busy?”

“I am never too busy for you.” Which was a lie and a truth. He’d begged off spending time with her or disappeared for days to see to his projects and acquaintances in Paris. His multitude of investments, estates, and schemes. Yet he would have rather been at her side each time, the importance of these events merely manufactured to keep the distance between them. And it would be wiser now to hold to that but . . .

“Abel . . .” She blinked and looked to the window. He did not miss the sudden dampness in the corners of her eyes. “I would- I would love that.”

He wanted to pull her into a hug and erase her sadness with a promise to never let go. He wanted it the way a man dying of thirst aches for cool water. Instead he took a sip of tea. Swallowed it. A breath. Then, “Excellent. We’ll make an event of it. There’s a shop I’ve been wanting to show you so this is a perfect excuse.”

“I really don’t need another dress, le Comte! I think I nearly have one for each day I’ve been here!”

“Ah, so I’ve missed a few days then? We must rectify that.” His answer won him a crooked smile from her. “Truly though, I love being able to spoil you while you are here.”

She gave a soft laugh. “And I love being spoiled. I just feel a little guilty. Since. You know. I should have gone home already.”

Le Comte felt a sudden sharp coldness in his belly. Home. He’d almost let himself forget. “That is my fault as well, ma cherie. The door. I haven’t been able to fix it. So please, let us both enjoy spoiling you for now.”

They left a short while later, taking a carriage to the city. The shops and markets were busy, full of people from all walks of life selling and buying all manner of items. It only took a little time to find what was needed for brown butter pancakes, and rather than carry the groceries around, le Comte arranged delivery to the mansion.

“So, what is this shop you are so keen to show me?” She looked happier than she had at the mansion, he thought. As if being outside the gates brought them closer together. Perhaps it did. It was hard to remember to keep her at a safe distance when his arm was looped with hers and he could feel the brush of her hip against his as they walked.

He gave her a bright smile, anticipating her reaction. “The shop designs and makes clothing, of course. And shoes and handbags as well. But what makes them special is the fabric they use. You see it’s all im-”

She interrupted as the shop window came into view. “Oh my god! Le Comte! Those are from my country!” Her hand shook a little as she pointed at the display. A mannequin in a flowing dress of embroidered silk. The color and cherry blossom pattern were gorgeous, and shown to great effect by the cut and drape of the design.

“Yes. They have items and fabrics from all over the world. I thought we might find something you liked here.” He felt a burst of warmth as she leaned into him, slipping her arm around his waist in a quick hug. Too quick by half, he thought, as she pulled back to the more polite grip on his forearm.

“You are entirely too good to me.”

“Truly, ma cherie, you deserve even more. Now let’s see what they have for us, hm?” He felt a deep ache in his chest at her bright smile. The way she was almost bouncing on her toes with excitement. He wanted to see her like this everyday. For the rest of his life. He wanted the impossible.

Inside, they were ushered to a private room to look at swaths and templates. Chilled white wine and a tray of delicacies were set out for their enjoyment. No less than three assistants were at their beck and call, running and fetching any item they thought le Comte and his companion might be interested in.

“This shade is exquisite with your coloring,” one of the assistants told her, holding up a cloth sample dyed in sunset shades of gold that deepened to a crimson so dark it was nearly black.

“Your lover would look stunning. And I have the perfect design in mind for her shape,” another commented to le Comte.

The comment took her attention, and though she pretended disinterest, he could see how closely she listened for his response.

“My lover looks stunning in everything she wears. But I agree, those colors suit her.” Le Comte’s golden gaze met hers as he said it. He could not keep the yearning from his voice nor the heat.

Her eyes held a reflection of that fire laced with the ache of his constant and gentle rejections. “We aren’t lovers,” she corrected the shop assistant. “Only friends. And he knows he shouldn’t tease me about it.”

“I do, ma cherie. You have my apologies.”

The assistant spoke up. “It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have assumed!”

Le Comte gave her a kind look. “It’s only natural to assume I would take such a beautiful creature as my lover. You are not at fault.”

The other two spoke in a rush to fill the sudden awkwardness between le Comte and his companion. Complimenting her and rambling on about the design and fit. They were quite good at distraction and the moment passed.

Soon enough, she was smiling brightly again, and laughing with the assistants as they escorted her off to fit her. Le Comte waved her goodbye and promised to wait right here for her return. One of the assistants stayed behind, ostensibly to show him some shoes that would compliment her chosen fabric.

“You know,” the assistant said, glancing up from the selection of shaped shoe samples, “they say it’s better to regret something you did, than something you didn’t do.”

“Hm?” Le Comte raised a brow.

“Sure? I mean, if you never do anything, you miss out on a lot of beautiful moments. You get to dodge the sad ones too, probably, but you definitely lose the good stuff right along with it.” She grinned.

Before he could come up with a reply to this unexpected line of conversation, she gestured to a delicate, slightly heeled slipper. “This one, by the way. The color on the toe matches the lightest gold in the fabric. It will look perfect when it peeks past the hem. And they’re pretty comfortable.”

Le Comte nodded. “Yes, to the shoe.” He paused and took a breath, considering. “And the rest as well. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” She packed the selection back up and hurried off, leaving him alone with his wine and his thoughts. Had he chosen to regret something he could not bring himself to do? After so many long and lonely years, so much self denial. Perhaps it was time to admit . . .

She stumbled in as he was contemplating what that meant for him. For them. And wondering if he had been a fool again in creating this wall of courtesy between them.

“Abel?” She took a step forward. “What do you think about this cut? I wanted to show you but it’s hard to walk in this thing when all the seams are pinned!” Her smile was vibrant.

He took in the sight of her as if seeing the stars for the first time. The dress she wore was made of linen, thin as tissue. He could trace her form beneath it, from the curve of her shoulder to the flare of her hip, the length of her firm legs. Le Comte felt his mouth go dry with desire.

“I love the way the skirt drapes and moves. Look,” she spun slowly, sending the cloth fluttering away from her legs. Her bare skin drew his eye like iron filings to a lodestone. A flash of calf, the back of her knee, the swell of her thigh.

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice rasping on the word as if he had choked. Le Comte stood, unable to keep distant, unwilling to even try. He cleared his throat to try again. “Ma cherie, you take my breath away.”

She laughed shyly, hand covering her mouth. “You always say the nicest things.”

He caught her hand and drew it into his own. “Not always.”

Her smile caught on the jagged edge of his words and faltered. Afraid of what he would say next. What polite cruelty he would set between them to keep her affection at bay. She pulled her hand away, fingers curling into a fist at her side.

“I should, though. Always say only the nicest things.” He brushed a fingertip along the side of her face, relishing the way she leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

But it didn’t last. She took a step back. “You said,” she swallowed, “we’re partners. Just for the dances. And dinners.” She smoothed her skirt, trying to force herself to relax and let the tension between them flow away. “We’re friends. That’s all we can be. Because I -”

“Am human. Yes.” He closed the space between them again, his eyes trying to catch hers.

“You will live forever and I will grow old and die. I know that. It’s just so hard to remember when you - when you look at me like that.” She finally lifted her head, defiance flaring in her. “I love you, Abel. Even if you can never really love me.”

Those words spoken into the air between them set his heart ablaze. He could not deny her any longer. The love he felt, foolish as it might be, tore through all of his defenses, burnt away all his caution. “Love is a powerful thing, ma cherie.”

“Do you think I don’t know that? I’ve been trying to deny it. To smother it. To feel anything else for you than this - this stupid love. And I can’t. Love has been eating me alive for weeks. I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t spend a single moment without thinking of you. About you.” She set her hand against his chest as if she might push him away or perhaps to pull him closer. “Please don’t hate me for feeling like this.”

Le Comte knelt at her feet, holding her gaze with his bright, golden eyes. “I could never hate you.” He took her hand and kissed the tip of her pinky finger, then the ring finger, and the middle.

She made a soft sighing sound, and a tremor ran through her body.

“Your love is not stupid.” He continued to her pointer finger and thumb, then pressed his lips to her palm. “Nor should you deny it.”

“But you said -”

“I have said many foolish things. I always think I know best.” He trailed kisses down the lines of her palm to her delicate wrist. “And yet, I am wrong so often.” Le Comte paused in the motion of his lips to look up at her. “I am sorry, ma cherie, that I did not realize sooner.” He paused, almost afraid to speak the words even as they battered at his throat and burned in his chest. “I love you.”

She looked for a moment as if she might fall. Swaying slightly, her eyes filling with tears even as a smile tugged at her lips. “Say it. Again. Please.”

“I love you.”

Her knees did bend then and he helped her lower to the floor in front of him. He held her, cupping her face in one hand. She felt so fragile. So precious.

“I didn’t think I would ever hear you say those words. I thought I would leave through the door, holding to my smile by a thread. And spend my whole life hoping for a glimpse of you again.”

Le Comte gave a ragged laugh, so at odds with his normal composure. “And I thought I could let you. But we cannot squander this gift. So few people find the one they love, who loves them in equal measure. I want to enjoy life with you at my side, even if I cannot have you forever.”

She leaned into his touch as if it were all that held her to this world.

“Might I kiss you?” Le Comte leaned a little closer.

“If you don’t, I’ll kiss you first,” she smiled.

“Can’t have that. It would ruin my reputation.”

She laughed softly, sending warm puff of breath against his cheek. “What reputation is that?”

Le Comte smiled, close enough now to feel the slight motion of her lips as she grinned back. “Don’t you know, ma cherie? I’m a hedonist, a seducer, a celebrant. If you kissed me first-”

Her lips caught his, all honeyed-heat and satin.

He kissed her back with the pent-up passion he’d kept firmly chained for so very long. The loneliness of centuries, the sweetness of the last few weeks together. In his long years, it was the most passionate kiss - the most heartfelt. Le Comte lost himself in her touch and taste. The feel of her in his arms. He wanted to weep for every moment he’d resisted, and kept them apart. What use eternity if he denied himself this love?

“I will never let you go, ma cherie.”

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•~•My Masterlist WIP•~•

•°Ikemen vampire°•

Arthur Conan doyle

Vincent Van Gogh

Theodorus Van Gogh

Napoleon Bonaparte

Leonardo Da Vinci

Isaac Newton

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Jean d'Arc

Le Comte

'The cruel Prince'

Cardan Greenbriar

-*Shatter me*-

Kenji Kishimoto

Aaron Warner

○Bsd○

▪︎Armed Detective agency▪︎

Dazai Osamu

Ranpo Edogawa

Kunikida Doppo

Atsushi Nakajima

¤Port Mafia▪︎

Chuuya Nakahara

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

♧Decay of Angel♤

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Nikolai Gogol

Sigma

•~Hunting Dogs~•

Jono Saigiko

Tetcho Suehiro

♥︎Guild♠︎

Edgar Alan Poe

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

{Haikyuu}

~•°Karasuno°•~

Tsukishima Kei

Tobio Kageyama

Hinata Shoyo

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Koshi Sugawara

Yuu Nishinoya

●Aoba Johsai○

Toru Oikawa

Akira Kunimi

¤Nekoma¤

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Tetsuro Kuroo

☆Fukurodani☆

Kotaro Bokuto

Kenji Akaashi

◇Shiratorizawa◇

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Tsutomu Goshiki

Eita Semi

Satori Tendo

♧Inarizaki♧

Shinsuke Kita

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

■Genshin■

Scaramouche

Diluc

Kaeya

Venti

Tighnari

Kaveh

Heizou

Baizhu

Childe

-~•°Honkai star rail°•~-

Blade

Dan Heng

Jing Yuan

Gepard

Sampo Koski

Loucha

Welt

Arlan

Genre i write

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

What I don't write

Rape

Yandere tendencies (I will write it sometimes, but to my liking, I won't write yandere tendencies like non-consensual or things like that)

Smut with minors (all characters will be grown up)

Kinks like pissing or vomiting

Torture

Character x character

Oc x character

Toxic relationships

Requests are open :)

English in not my first language so, sorry for any mistake

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violettduchess · 1 year

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Leonardo request: he and mc break up (he breaks up with her so she will go back to her time and she does), and now it is her time and she runs into him after she has been back in her time for a while and he has lived through the years until he has finally caught up with her

if it is a happy reunion or painful because she is with someone, I leave up to you!

A/N: Here you go, lovely Bellerose. Thank you for your request!

Leonardo x female Reader

I had to pick a hair color for the reader in this, which I usually don't, so I apologize if that bothers anyone.

Word Count: 3157

You would think there is nothing that can rival the beauty of a moonlit lake, a sky littered with silvery stars, the soft whisper of grass as it's ruffled by a gentle wind. But the enchanting scene surrounding you is nothing compared to the glow of Leonardo’s golden eyes, the softness in his smile, the feel of his hands as they hold yours. His gaze lights a warmth inside you that spreads slowly like honey, sweet and delicious. He leans down and you rise to meet him, lips already parted in anticipation.

It is not what you imagined.

It is so much more.

He tastes vaguely smoky, evoking the comfort of a fire on a cold night. And sweet, but not excessively so. More like chocolate and hazelnuts, rich and earthy and absolutely decadent. As he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to the shelter of his body, you find another word to describe what kissing him feels like: home.

Leonardo extends his hand, helping you up into the carriage. The door closes and soon you are rolling over the uneven cobblestone streets, away from the concert hall. He’s tucked you under the protection of his arm, unable to resist the urge to hold you close. Even at night, when you are curled up in his bed, he needs to touch you. Maybe it’s only his ankle over yours or his hand on your back, but you are his lifeline to finding joy in the endless, weary march of time and he wants every single moment possible to be filled with you.

Your sigh pulls him out of his reverie and he turns to look at you. Your sparkling diamond earrings swing gently with the swaying of the carriage as you look out the window and at the darkened city that rolls by outside of it.

“Cara mia? Is everything ok?”

It takes you a moment to tear your gaze away from the glass, shaking your head as if clearing away cobwebs.

“I’m fine. It’s just….” You trail off and he frowns slightly, nudging you with his lips to your temple.

“It’s just?”

He feels the way you sigh again, with your whole body, a wave passing from you to him. Whatever you’re feeling weighs on you heavily.

“The song Mozart played. ‘Sonata facile.’ My mother taught me to play that on the piano. And she knew it because her mother taught her. And I just always thought….” You lift your shoulder in a small shrug, glancing at the darkness through the window again. “I just thought I would teach it to my children someday.”

His heart feels like it's been dropped with sudden speed into a frozen lake, splintering as it crashes through the ice. Grateful you’re not facing him, he takes a moment to compose himself before speaking, his tone deceptively casual. “Children were a part of the plan then, yeah?”

Your earrings swing, glittering even as you speak in a quiet voice, hushed like dusk as it settles across the sky. “I was an only child with parents that were often away on business. That could be….lonely, sometimes. So I promised myself that I would have lots of children so there would always be noise in the house. And so they would always have someone to play with.”

It is impossible for him to miss the flash of sadness that crosses your features, subtle like lightning too distant to be bright but unmistakable nonetheless. Long fingers of cold wrap themselves around his heart. What you have dreamed of for yourself is something he cannot give you. Something he will never be able to give you.

Even as you sigh again, nestling closer to him, resting your sweet cheek against his shoulder, he can’t shake it.

And spends the rest of the carriage ride avoiding the sight of the darkness outside the window.

The dishrag hits the marble counter with a satisfying whack. Untying your apron, you bid Sebastian a good night as you make your way out of the kitchen, your steps hurried as you make your way towards Leonardo’s room. Worry had been gnawing at you ever since you returned home from the concert last night.

He had been unusually quiet, almost distracted in a way you were not familiar with from him. You asked him to unhook your gown and there was no provocative curve of his lips, no low sensuous murmuring. He had simply undone your gown and then proceeded to undress himself, the motions perfunctory, almost careless. It was only when you had joined him in bed after removing your jewelry and unpinning your hair, when you had slid your arms around him and pulled him to you, stretching yourself under him like a cat in its favorite patch of sunshine, that he returned to you, lowering his head to claim your lips, his hands coming to life as they slid their way over the curve of your hips, across the span of your ribcage before finally sliding up into the expanse of your soft auburn hair.

And even then, when he made love to you, it had felt….different. He was slow, exploring the entire expanse of your body, deliberately lingering, as if committing every part of it to memory. True, you had only been intimate a handful of times, but the times before this were electric, your body feeling like it might overload and burst like lightning, illuminating the whole mansion with the force of your radiance. But last night you were embers, glowing with the warmth of his slow, tender attention. And when it was over, you lay with your cheek against his heart, its steady rhythm lulling you to sleep.

He’s not in his room. Or the library. Or the dining room. Or the salon. You pause at the bottom of the staircase, wondering if you should go knocking on the doors of some of the other residents when Arthur approaches, a cup of coffee in one hand and a piece of dark fudge in the other.

“Hello luv. A bit late to be wandering ‘bout the place all alone. I’d offer you my company but….” His blue eyes are alight with mischief. “I’m afraid ol’ Leo might not be pleased with it.”

“Do you happen to know where he is? I’ve been looking everywhere for him.”

Arthur pauses, already a few steps up and gestures with the fudge to the top of the stairs. “Last I saw him he was visiting Comte.”

You thank him, pass him on the stairs and hurry towards the sitting room Comte uses on this floor. Your knocking gets no answer so you boldly enter. It’s empty. Disappointment shadows your heart and you are about to leave when you notice the door to the small balcony is open.

He’s there, alone, forearms resting on the smooth stone of the balcony railing, a lit cigarillo between his fingers. The balcony faces the mansion’s gardens and he’s staring intently out into the dark as if he might be able to find some answers there.

“Leo?”

He turns, startled and then breathes out when he sees it’s you. “Cara mia.”

Frowning, you make your way to his side. “Is everything ok?”

He is silent, wrestling with a decision he needs to make. You wait, letting him battle it out internally, watching the thin plume of smoke from his cigarillo as it rises, twisting and turning as if anxious and unsettled.

“The door to your time will be opening again in two days. Maybe…..you should use it.”

His words are so unexpected you wonder for a moment if you understood them.

“What……why would you say that?”

You can hear the tremor in your voice, the aftershock of his suggestion jolting you.

His jaw clenches, his gaze still searching the dark and silent gardens.

“Maybe you would be happier there. Could live the life you always dreamed for yourself. See your family again. Your hometown. There are a thousand reasons.”

You reach out, placing a firm hand on his arm. “And one very big, very stubborn one right here.” His breath shudders from his body as you pull, forcing him to turn towards you. “I made a commitment to you, Leonardo. We discussed this. I’m staying.”

He tosses his cigarillo over the railing, its small glow swallowed by the night. When he finally meets your gaze, the conflict in his beautiful eyes makes your heart ache. “Cara mia…..I cannot give you a family. I cannot promise you safety. I-”

Your hands reach up to cup his face, your grip determined. This is no time for gentleness. He needs to understand. You speak slowly, each word carefully weighed and measured.

“I want to stay with the wonderful, funny, intelligent, kind man that I have fallen in love with. For as long as I can. And there is nothing that can change my mind.”

He holds your gaze as you hold your breath, waiting. Finally he nods and you echo his gesture, nodding back in response. “Ok….” you whisper. “We’re ok.” You step into the circle of his arms, burying your face in the soft, rich fabric of his clothing.

He holds you close, but his eyes remain open, once again returning to the impenetrable darkness of the gardens.

The next day he’s gone again but you try to keep yourself busy and ignore the uneasy feeling that keeps scratching at your heart. The sun sinks to its rest and the moon rises, cold and pale among its nest of stars, and still there is no Leonardo. No other residents have seen him and worry flashes in Comte’s golden eyes when you ask if he knows where Leo has been all day.

Your thoughts are heavy, each one hammering a different worry in your mind as you make your way up the stairs and to his room. He’s bound to come back from wherever he is and then you’ll be waiting.

It’s far into early morning when Leonardo returns, pushing his way through his bedroom door and stumbling inside. You sit up in bed instantly, sleep having only caressed you and never quite fully taken over.

“Where have you been?” You can’t keep the frustration out of your voice or block the sound of your thrashing heart in your ears. “I’ve been worried!”

His movements are slow, radiating something unusual. Something that slowly begins twisting your stomach into an uncomfortable knot.

“A man can go out, yeah? Without a thousand questions.”

His voice is thick, perhaps with drink, perhaps with something else. Either way it sends a cold shudder through you as you slide out of bed.

“Leonardo…..what’s going on? This isn’t like you.”

He turns, his eyes liquid amber, unnaturally bright in the soft orange light of the lamp you left burning low.

“Then maybe you don’t know me as well as you think. Maybe I’m not the warm, intelligent, kind man you have fooled yourself into believing I am.”

Hearing your own words thrown back at you like daggers nearly sends you staggering back to the bed. A hand reflexively rises to cover your heart as if you had really been pierced by some wicked blade.

“That’s not possible. I know you. I know who you are and–”

He growls, closing the distance between you quicker than you can draw a breath. He does not lay a hand on you, instead pinning you in place with the force of his heated glare.

“I am a pureblood.” His voice is low, the words dragging over your heart like plow teeth across the earth. “I am eternal. You are a minute, yeah? A second in an endless succession of days and nights. A blink of an eye.” Your lips part but before you can even see if you are capable of sound, he continues. “I am dangerous.”

“You would never hurt me.” The words slip out, small and unsteady, but born of the conviction that still lives in your aching heart.

His eyes close a moment, freeing you from the pain of his excruciating glare. And then with a snap of his head, his fangs protract and he growls, the sound more primal than anything you’ve ever heard from him. A primordial fear skitters down your spine, sends goosebumps across your skin. He’s changed the framework from lovers, to something much more sinister: predator and prey.

“Get out.”

You don’t know if you sob or if you simply turn and run. The way back to your own room is a blur of shadows. It is only when you have closed your door, have turned the key in its lock, that your legs turn to water and you sink to the carpet, your breath coming in uneven, painful gasps.

He has never threatened you before. You never thought he would.

Now the only sound you hear is the cracking of your heart as it splinters into a thousand tiny pieces.

The next day, when the door to your world opens, you walk through it.

He is not there to say goodbye.

Epilogue: 21st century London

The vintage bookstore is a popular one. Some people are milling about the coffee bar, deciding how they want their caffeine intake today. A handful of children are sitting on large, oversized bean bags, excitedly flipping through colorful books. There is a low buzz of people’s talking, an undercurrent of appreciation for stories and writing and reading that he is happy to be around. He is somewhere between the New Releases and Staff Favourites bookshelves, thumbing his way through a copy of “Love in the Time of Cholera”, when the small bell above the bookstore chimes, announcing another patron exiting or entering. He still doesn’t know what exactly caused him to lift his gaze from the page. Perhaps the hand of Fate caught his chin and pulled.

He is not prepared for the sight of you. He has not seen you in over one hundred and thirty years. But now, as if by magic, there you are. For the first time in a century his heart leaps with emotion, hurriedly and haphazardly clearing away the cobwebs of loneliness that had settled there, delicate yet incessant. He steps behind the bookshelf, forcing his eyes closed. They want nothing more than to drink in the sight of you, an oasis in the desert of desolation he himself had created when he pushed you away that nightmarish evening.

The one where he had made the decision that he would not destroy your dreams by selfishly keeping you all for himself, robbing you of the chance to build the life you imagined for yourself.

So he did what he deemed necessary to make you leave.

You had stepped through the door that led back, your heart broken. And he had been the one swinging the hammer.

Time is a merciless teacher. Its harshest lessons were taught in the black heart of night, that gaping pit of time when no one could hear the rattling sound of his remorse, the anguished cries of regret. It was then, before the relief of morning’s pale light, that he understood what he had done. While he had, at the time, seen his intentions as noble, all he had truly accomplished was to destroy the chance at happiness you had been so freely and adamantly offering him.

He breathes out slowly.

He has been given a chance. A gift. He must not squander it.

His golden eyes open and he peers around the bookshelf. You look the way he remembers. A bit older, maybe, but it's the same face that has visited his dreams countless times, the one he has kissed every angle of and traced with devout fingertips.

The cold of a London winter has left your cheeks tinged pink, your hair dotted with tiny snowflakes that are slowly melting, glistening even in the book store’s artificial light. You look enchanting, like a fairy tale character from one of the children’s books on display.

A knot has formed in his throat and he swallows against it, trying to ignore the twisting of his stomach and the roaring of his heartbeat. Leonardo da Vinci, for the first time in centuries, is nervous.

He’s about to step forward, to say the name that hasn’t crossed his lips in ages except for anguished whispers in his sleep, when something brushes past him, lightly bumping into his leg, and then haphazardly carrying on, barreling forward towards its destination.

“Mummy!!”

You turn and your face is alight, as bright and warm as summer. Dropping down, you open your arms and catch the cannonball of a little girl, pulling her close to you.

A man with a sleeping baby strapped to his chest brushes past Leonardo, offering a polite “Pardon me” before he stops in front of you, his shoulders dropping in relief.

“I’m sorry, darling. She saw you and took off like a shot.” He sounds slightly exasperated as he approaches you and his wayward daughter who has now thrown her small arms around your neck.

She has your soft auburn hair and bright, intelligent eyes.

Leonardo’s heart is quietly crumbling in his chest.

You stand, lifting the little girl up along with you, much to her delight. “Did you find a book for the plane ride, Cara?”

This is what he wanted for you. So why does it hurt so much?

She nods, brushing her hair away from her face enthusiastically. “Yes!” She turns. “Show her, Daddy.” Your husband smiles, his warm golden-brown eyes softening at the sight of you two. One hand absently pats the soft baby carrier and its sleeping passenger while the other holds out the book. Your daughter reaches over, taking it.

Your husband looks a bit like him. Same brown hair, same golden eyes. Leo’s heart continues to break.

“Oh, a children’s guide to the most famous paintings in the world. What a good choice.” You slowly set her down and she reaches for your hand.

“It has all the best ones in it, Mummy. Including your very favorite, the Mona Lisa!”

There is now nothing but dust.

You smile, running a hand over her hair. “I can’t wait to look at it with you.”

As you wait in line to pay for the book, the small bell above the bookstore chimes, announcing another patron exiting or entering. You don’t know why you glance up toward the door. There’s nothing to see except the receding figure of a man in a long brown duster as he crosses the street, arm raised to hail a taxi.

Your gaze lingers, inexplicably drawn to him, until your daughter tugs on your hand.

“Mummy?”

Jolted back to the present, you shake your head to clear the strange, momentary fog, offering the woman at the register an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry. How much for the book?”

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

#ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen leonardo #ikevamp leonardo #leonardo da vinci #leonardo x reader #angst #broken heartstrings #ikemen fanfic #ikemen fanfiction #otome fanfic #violettwrites

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writing-fanics · 1 year

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Otome Games.. I write for

Midnight Cinderella (Alyn Crawford: Rayvis Harneit (all characters]

Is it Love: Mystery Spell (Peter: Drogo)

Obey Me! (mammon atm)

The Arcana (Asra atm)

ikemen vampire (all)

mystic messenger (all)

Dangerous Fellows (all)

my horse prince (for the cursed fanfiction)

Royal Midnight Kiss (Prince Edward)

Sweet Scandal Returns (yoshioka shintaro)

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otomefoxystar · 2 months

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Duty of a Princess - Chapter 2

Fandom : Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Arthur X MC

Genre : NSFW, Angst

TW: Break- up

Author notes: Smut in this chapter, minors be warned.

The stupid letter could wait. Arthur had to go to you and go to you now. He rode fast and with purpose. Your horse was already tied up when he got there. You were sitting next to the pound, throwing flower petals in. You turned when you heard someone walking. Upon seeing Arthur, you choked out a sob and ran into his strong arms. He wrapped you into his warmth, taking in your scent as you took in his. Both of your eyes wet and red from crying. You finally looked up at him. Seeing the tears running down his face, you wiped them away and kissed him hard. moving your lips together. There was no need for words; you knew what the other was thinking. This was the last time you could be together like this. This. Was. Goodbye.

You pulled away, and Arthur rubbed his nose against yours and pressed your foreheads together. "You," he said with a shaky voice, "are the love of my life. I will never love anyone the way that I love you." That only made you cry harder. "And you are mine, my light, my safe place." Your heart was breaking. "If only we could run away together, I would go, no questions asked." He shook his head with a pained face, "No. This relationship was doomed, to begin with. I knew you were the Princess and had duties to your family, but I couldn't stay away.

Now, my love." He cupped your face, backing up and looking at you. "Do what you must do, and I hope you can love this man one day. All I want is for you to be happy. I know this is hard right now, and we are both hurting. It will get easier." Another tearful kiss. "Arthur, you must promise me something. Move on. Find love again. I might not have that luxury, but you do. Find a woman you love as much as me or more." He shook his head vigorously. "Promise me, Arthur." He moved his hands to your hands, entwining their fingers. "I promise I'll try."

You shook your head. "That's not good enough!" He sniffled, "That's all you're going to get." You laid your head on his chest, listening to his nervous heartbeat. "Let's not be sad anymore and make the most of our time together." You lifted your head, looking him in the eyes, and he grinned.

You knew what he what he was suggesting. He wanted to take you into town. "Someone will recognize me." He kissed you tenderly on the forehead, taking your cloak off and putting his own on your shoulders, covering your head with it. "Not if they can't see your face." He gave you his signature cheeky smile, and you just gazed at him. "Follow me." He mounted his horse and rode into town with you following not far behind him.

Hearing the hustle and bustle of the town amazed You. It's only on special occasions that you go into town, and it's been a long time. You dismounted your horse as Arthur put his horse away. You looked around, feeling nervous that the townspeople would recognize you. Arthur came back, offering his arm to you. "No need to worry, Luv, let's walk." He took you around the town, strolling slowly, stealing small kisses. He bought a dessert to share with you. He poked your nose when you got cream on it.

You noticed the sun starting to set and looked at Arthur sadly. He shook his head. "No, not yet." He led you to an Inn and stopped in front of the door, searching your eyes, looking at you sincerely. "Stay with me tonight." You looked up, realizing where he had taken you. "You didn't even need to ask." You beamed at him, taking his hand in yours.

You walked into the inn, and Arthur requested a room as you stood in the back with your head down, hoping no one recognized you, especially at an inn with the King's scribe. You walked up the steps hand in hand to your room. Arthur shut and locked the door when you were inside the room. The lock made a noise louder than it should have been. The atmosphere quickly changed, and you weren't sure what to do with yourself or what to say.

You looked at each other, and he lowered the cloak from your head,

brushing your hair behind your ear. "Can I have you? If this is the last time I can be with you, I want to etch myself into your entire being." He moved closer, cupping your face and kissing you with all the passion and determination he had. "Let me love you one last time." You kissed his nose, "I would never say no to you, Arthur." He arched an eyebrow. He knew that if anyone found out he had deflowered the Princess, it would be his head on a stick. "It's different for you. You're the Princess. You should say no, but I want to be greedy tonight."

You smiled softly, "Then be greedy." He took off the cloak and kissed your lips sensually. This was a different type of kiss. He had never kissed you like that before. He pulled away, looked you in the eyes, and cupped your face with his large hands. " Close your eyes." Doing as he asked, you closed your eyes, and he placed a kiss on each of your eyelids.

It was clear that he loved you just as much as you loved him. He placed gentle kisses upon you, moving to your neck, eliciting a moan from you. Your cheeks turned red from embarrassment, and you turned your head away. Too immersed in tasting your skin, he didn't notice your embarrassment.

Moving behind you, he moved your long, wavy hair off your neck to lay over your shoulder. He kissed the back of your neck. He moved his hands to your arms, his fingertips moving down your arms. Then to your waist. He moved his hands up your curves. You started breathing heavily. " Are you nervous?" You swallowed, " Yes, but I want to be with you." He kissed your cheek. " I'll try to make you as comfortable as possible."

His hands, still on your sides, released you and went to the ties on your corset; he removed the ties one eyelet at a time until he slid it off your body. Feeling an overwhelming urge to kiss his lips, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, looking him in the eyes and then crashing your lips to his. He helped you remove every piece of clothing until you were only your dressing gown. You discarded Arthur's clothing as he had done to you. Unable to resist, you smoothed your hands down his solid chest. You put your hand over his thumping heartbeat. He grasped your wrist. "It beats for only for you." Arthur helped You out of your last article of clothing, and instinctively, you crossed your arms, covering your chest. He smiled at how innocent you were. He picked you up, placing you gently on the bed, and laid on the bed next to you.

Looking at you softly, he traced the outline of your face with his finger. Running it over your soft eyelids and down the bridge of your nose. "I want to memorize you." Your legs entwined with his, you reached up, putting your hand on his cheek and kissing him. Then, put your head on his chest. "This will always be my safe place." You kissed his chest and felt a warm wetness fall onto your shoulder. You looked up, seeing the tears run down his face, and tears filled your eyes. "I love you; I will always love you. Even if we can't be together, I will still love you. I want you to know that." He gave you a tearful kiss. "I don't want to leave you, Arthur. I love you too much." He bit his lip, his blue eyes searching yours. "Just be with me here and now, and let's forget what tomorrow will bring." You cuddled into his chest and kissed his collarbones.

The sun had set, and a dark curtain fell upon the two lovers. Arthur kissed the top of your head, then lifted your head so you were looking at him. He kissed you with a passion he had never kissed you with before. His tongue twined with yours, his teeth nipping your bottom lip as he pulled away. His hand was on the back of your neck, your hair in his fingers.

He kissed along your jaw to your neck, and a moan and a sigh escaped your lips. "You like that, don't you?" You nodded, feeling unable to speak. He bit and kissed, careful not to leave any marks but still providing you pleasure. Distracted by his lips, you felt his hands caress the curves of your body, and you tensed. "relax. If you don't like it, I'll stop." Your body relaxed, letting him continue with his explorations. His hand smoothes over your belly and glides slowly up till it halts, and he stops his ministrations on your neck, turns you on your back, and sits between your legs. You knew the position change that things were about to heat up. There was no turning back now, not that you'd want to.

His hands cup your soft breasts, and you gasp. Not used to being touched there. He squeezes and massages your supple breasts, gauging your reaction, and your breath hitches. His fingers pinch your nipples, and heat flows through you, and you moan as he twists your nipples. His length beginning to harden. He bends down and takes a nipple in his mouth, lightly biting and circling the areola with the tip of his tongue. He does the same to the other side.

He kisses your lips and bends by your ear. "I'm going to touch you now." You nod with nervousness and lust filling you. He occupies your mouth as his hand slides down till it reaches your heat, and he cups it, startling you a bit, but him touching you there makes you tingle all over. he takes two fingers and moves through your folds. It felt different from when you touched yourself thinking of him. To actually be touched by him was so so much better.

"my love?" You looked at him, "can I put my fingers inside of you?" You nodded as you breathed heavily. As he gently slid a finger inside of you, the invasion felt better than you thought. He began thrusting his finger inside of you, and as you panted at the way he was making you feel., he was getting harder by the second. He added a second finger and was thrusting his fingers in gently. Desire was completely consuming you. You had never this way before, a physical need for him. Arthur pinched your nipples again, making your desire for him insatiable. He withdrew his fingers from you, and you suddenly felt too empty.

Arthur hovered over you and gave you another fiery kiss, his hardness touching against your thigh. It made you both excited and scared. When he released your lips, he cupped your cheek. "Will you let me make love to you?" There was no hesitation; you wanted this so badly. "Yes," you replied; he looked into your eyes, searching, "Are you sure?" You kissed his nose, "I'm sure. I want this. I want you." He kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth. "I love you." He said as he nuzzled his face in your neck and kissed you there.

He spread your legs so that he was at your center; he ran his length down in between your folds, putting the right amount of pressure on your clit to cause you to shiver with pleasure for a moment. Once his length met with your entrance, he put his hands in yours, entwining your fingers together. "This will probably hurt." You creased your eyebrows, and he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue diving into your mouth to distract you. He pushed in gently, just the tip entering your warm cavern. Trying to be gentle, he slid in slowly, only allowing a little at a time. It had been relatively easy thus far, and you had no pain until he hit a wall. You winced in pain, and Arthur stopped, not wanting to cause you pain, but he knew it was going to happen. " Should we stop?" He asked

You shook your head, " No, I want to keep going. I want this, Arthur; I want to be one with you." He smoothed your hair back. "I want that too." He pushed forward, and you squeezed his hands tightly and shut your eyes tight as you went through the motions of the pain washing over you; you hadn't even realized he had finally connected fully with you. When he smoothed your hair and kissed your forehead, you opened your eyes. he looked at you worriedly. "How are you?" Your brows still furrowed, "I don't know? The pain is starting to subside." He smiled softly. " I hope it didn't hurt too badly." You leaned up and kissed him."Make love to me, Arthur, just go slow." He bent down and gave you sweet kisses. "I will"

He pulled back and thrust back in. He kept his promise and went slow, but soon you were feeling this insatiable desire for more and your hips bucked, trying to get closer to him. "You can go faster now. Please go faster." Arthur smiled, "It's starting to feel good, isn't it?" You nodded. He sped up his pace, and your hips lifted in time for his thrusts; your bodies were in perfect sync. He lifted one of your legs and placed it over his hip. The new angle had you reeling. Your moans were loud and frequent, adding to Arthur's pleasure and urging him to give you more.

Soon, you began to heat up. You felt the wave of heat from the crown of your head down to your toes. Arthur felt the pulsing of your walls, signaling your oncoming orgasm. “Arth…ur…Holy hell!" Your moans had turned high-pitched, and your leg fell off his hip. He reached between your bodies and began rubbing your clit in circles. Soaking in the intense feeling, his thrusts matched the erratic pace of you lifting your hips.

Before you knew what was happening, Your vision went white, your back arched, and shockwaves ignited your nerves. Your walls tightened around his length, and Arthur knew you had reached your climax. With you clamped around him, it was making it hard for him not to follow with an orgasm of his own. Just as you were coming down and you let your vise grip around his length go, Arthur thrust three and then four times and quickly pulled out, his seed covering your belly. "Sorry," he was clearly apologizing for finishing on your stomach. You just smiled, glad Arthur enjoyed himself as much as you enjoyed yourself. He got up to grab a hand towel and wipe your belly. He laid next to you and softly ran his fingers through your hair. "I love you, I always will." You took his hand, kissed it, and held it close to your heart. "My heart will always beat for you." The sadness you felt was echoed in his eyes.

You both were hurting, and there wasn't anything either of you could do to ease the pain that you both felt. You looked out the window, seeing the dark blanket covering the sky with the moon illuminating your room. "You should probably get back before your family thinks you ran away." You nodded, "Yeah, I guess it's gotten pretty late." You said, melancholy seeping into your voice as you stared at the twinkling stars. "Look at me" Arthur turned your head so your eyes were locked on those azure eyes that you could lose yourself in. "Thank you for tonight. This is a memory I will keep locked in my heart forever." You kissed him hard and with need. You wanted to remember the softness of his lips, how he tasted, how his lips moved with yours.

Tears fell, not just from you but from you both. When you both reluctantly released each other's lips, you put your face against his chest, hearing the thumping of his heartbeat and taking in his smell. He put his nose on your head, combing your hair with his fingers, inhaling deeply, trying to imprint the smell of your hair. It was no secret that you were both in heart-wrenching physical pain from the impending goodbye. Both your faces were illuminated in the moonlight, making each other in awe of the other. Unable to resist, Arthur kissed you, twining his tongue with yours. He kissed you till you were both breathless.

Knowing you had put it off long enough, you both got dressed and walked back to the stables with Arthur's cloak shielding your identity. Arthur held your hand tightly the whole way, your fingers entwined intimately. No words were shared as this was the moment you both dreaded, the moment you both wished would never come. You observed him as he brought out your horse. You were rooted to the spot, unable to move, frozen with an uncontrollable grief. If you hadn't been a Princess, you could've fought for your love and won. If you weren't a Princess, you could be with him for the rest of your life. Damn, being a Princess.

When he turned around, your eyes connected, and it was as if, at that moment, you both shared the hurt; you knew exactly how the other felt. Without hesitation, he put his hands on your face and kissed you deeply at every angle, turning his head each time. This wasn't your usual kiss but a kiss of desperation. Suddenly, you both sank to the ground, your skirts in the dirt, but at that moment, all that mattered was being held by Arthur. Your eyes locked, and you threw your arms around his neck and pressed your body against him as the tears fell. Arthur held you tightly, his body tremoring with his own sobs. You remained this way until no more tears could come from either of you. You lifted your head from his shirt and noticed you had soaked it with your tears, but he didn't seem to care as he captured your lips in another heart-wrenching kiss.

When you both released each other's lips, you searched his eyes and put your hand on his cheek. "I love you." He spoke softly as he leaned into your tender touch. "I love you too, Arthur." Neither of you wanted to elaborate on the love you held for each other. You had caused each other enough pain for one night. He moved to stand up, helping you up in the process. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you against his body, and pressed his forehead against yours. "Shine radiant like a twinkling star, the brightest star. That is what I want for you." He stepped back to look at you. "I want you to finish that Novel and share it with the world; I want everyone to see your passion, your heart of gold." You placed your hand over his heart. "Because this heart is sacred and deserves so much." You pulled away and stepped up on your toes, pressing your lips on his forehead, closing your eyes tight, knowing this was it. You had to leave.

You mounted your horse, but he grabbed your hand before you could go. You squeezed his hand back, knowing this was the final goodbye. Tears rolled down your face, and he kissed your hand, his lips lingering. Reluctantly, he let go, each of your fingers holding on until your hands were empty. You took the reins, and your horse started moving forward. You looked back as you got closer to the end of the town. You watched Arthur get further and further away, finally forcing yourself to face forward. The tears broke, and you couldn't control the panic setting in.

Arthur watched as you exited the town, and as you turned the corner, he knew he couldn't be strong any longer, and he let his weakness take over. His back hit the side of the stable, and he slid down until he was sitting down. He hugged his knees, looking at the castle, knowing that's where his love was, but it felt like you were so far away. When you arrived at the castle, you were still wearing Arthur's cloak; rushing straight to your bedroom, you lunged on your bed into the pillows. Your body felt like it was tearing apart piece by piece, and you fell into an unrestful, dreamless sleep.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp princess au #ikevamp arthur conan doyle #arthur angst #ikevamp fic #ikemen vampire fic #ikemen fandom #ikemen vampire fanfic #arthur smut #arthur x reader

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katriniac · 10 months

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*STARING RESPECTFULLY*

Okay, okay, as soon as I'm done drooling over this new card, I will post my thoughts of what this image brings to mind.

Heh, it won't be as sexy as you think... 😅

#why do I love angst?#ikevamp leonardo #ikemen vampire leonardo #they gave him nips

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aquagirl1978 · 1 year

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Happy Thanksgiving to all everyone. Thank you to everyone who participated in the event, we loved reading all of your entries.

Day 1 - leaves

Dance with Me | Vlad | by @aquagirl1978

Colors of Love | Chevalier Michel | by @queengiuliettafirstlady

Leaves | Comte de Saint-Germain | by @pieground

Leaves | Lucifer | by @ariamichel

Day 2 - hot apple cider

Late Night Drinks with Keith | Keith Howell | by @atelieredux

Hot Apple Cider | Napoleon Bonaparte | by @violettduchess

Hot Apple Cider | Mozart | by @violettduchess

Day 3 - bonfires

Jean and Bonfires | Jean d'Arc | by @bluesparklingmoon

Day 4 - pumpkins

Pumpkins | Motonari Mouri | by @aquagirl1978

Pumpkins | Chevalier Michel | by @violettduchess

Day 5 - cozy sweaters

These Dreams | Clavis Lelouch | by @aquagirl1978

Cozy Sweater | Clavis Lelouch | by @violettduchess

Cozy Sweater | Luke Randolph | by @violettduchess

Cozy Sweater | Leonardo da Vinci | by @violettduchess

Day 6 - ghosts

Ghosts | Leon Dompteur | by @violettduchess

Ghosts | Lucifer | by @devildomwritersposts

Ghosts of the Past | Rio Ortiz | by @venti-tangents

Ghosts | Clavis Lelouch | by @violettduchess

Ghosts | Leonardo da Vinci | by @violettduchessuchess

Trapped | Clavis Lelouch | by @aquagirl1978

Ghosts | Lancelot Kingsley | by @ludivineikewolf

Day 7 - harvest moon

Harvest Moon | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @violettduchess

Harvest Moon | Hideyoshi Toyotomi | by @aquagirl1978

Day 8 - tricks

Multi-prompt Fic | Sirius x Seth | by @badass-at-fandoming

Day 9 - treats

A Rare Treat | Chevalier Michel | by @aquagirl1978

Home Sweet Homesick | Clavis, Chevalier | by @scorchieart

Day 10 - warming hands

Warming Hands | Chevalier Michel | by @violettduchess

Warming Hands | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @aquagirl1978

Warm Date | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @queen-dahlia

Warming Hands | Leon Dompteur | by @violettduchess

A Sweet Treat | Licht Klein | by @aquagirl1978

Day 11 - changing seasons

Changing Seasons | Comte de Saint-Germain | by @violettduchess

Nothing Gold Can Stay | Leonardo da Vinci | by @iphigeniainaulis

Change for the Better | Keith, Yves, Licht | by @scorchieart

Changing Seasons | Theodorus van Gogh | by @violettduchess

Seasons of Change | Chevalier Michel | by @aquagirl1978

The Queen's Command | Chevalier Michel | by @aquagirl1978

Day 12 - crisp autumn air

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Day 13 - cinnamon kiss

Cinnamon Kiss | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @aquagirl1978

Cinnamon Kiss | Clavis Lelouch | by @violettduchess

Cinnamon Kiss | Chevalier Michel | by @violettduchess

Day 14 - masks

Masks | Gilbert von Obsidian | by @violettduchess

Wanderer | Dazai Osamu | by @queengiuliettafirstlady

Portrait of a Gentleman in Disguise | Clavis Lelouch | by @queengiuliettafirstlady

Three Masks | Keith Howell | by @aquagirl1978

#fall fluff autumn angst ccc #ikemen series #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen prince #ikepri #obey me #fanfic #otome #otome games

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latenuitrambles · 6 months

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besties since I'm too busy for full fics right now gimme drabble ideas or requests please because I want to write something.

also I also started playing hsr so I can write for that too!!!!!

GIMME REQUESTS PLEASE

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #kaeya x reader #acotar x reader #genshin angst #ikemen vampire #obey me x reader #obey me #welt yang #jing yuan #kaveh

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maries-gallery · 8 months

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3K CELEBRATION

xoxo, gossip girl <3

Hi everyone! We've finally reached 3k and to thank you all for sticking around and being so supportive I wanted to do a little something, something special and in the September vibe. And for me September is GOSSIP GIRL SEASON.

No worries though, you don't need to have seen the series in order to request or have a look at the prompts!

There are some rules however, that I'd ask you to follow:

This event is both fluff, angst and nsfw, however if you request the latter you have to be over 18

You can chose up to three items from the lists for the same request

And of course, be kind when you come into my inbox!

This is open for ikevamp and ikepri

PROMPTS:

Lap dance

One night stand

Receiving sexy lingerie

Date in Paris

Love confession

Receiving flowers

Sex on a ride (car, carriage)

Teasing him in public

Being pushed against a wall

Enemies to lovers

A love that can never be

Surprise date

Drunk confession

Night at the pub/club (precise which one)

Shopping together

Sneaking out of a party

First time together

QUOTES:

"Just one kiss. Then, we can know without a doubt."

"Three words, eight letters. Say it and I'm yours."

"Tell me you love me."

"I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else."

"Because I know, no matter what, I want to be with you."

"It wouldn't be my world without you in it."

"If two people are meant to be together, they'll eventually find their way back."

"Nobody's ever looked at me the way you just did."

"I love you. I love you so much it consumes me."

"I love you more and more everyday, if it's ever possible to love someone that much."

“Just because we can’t be together doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

“Feelings never do make sense. They get you all confused. Then they drive you around for hours before they drop you right back where you started.”

"You still love her?" - "Can't imagine the day I won't."

"I am so sorry for the pain I've caused you. And I know I can't take it back, but I want to try and make it up to you. Even if it takes me the rest of my life."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you 'I love you' when I knew I did."

"I may be heartless, but you're naive."

"You're a romantic. Who knew?" - "Now you do. That's all that matters."

"Strip for me."

"For you, I would."

"How could I ever still love you after what you did?"

“I love you. Always have, always will.”

Have fun!

marie <3

taglist: @aquagirl1978 @randonauticrap @pockcock @nightghoul381 @xbalayage @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @ikemen-writer @ikesimp100 @ominousjangling

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pieground · 1 year

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L E A V E S

Le Comte De Saint-Germain

In partcipation to Fall Fluff Autumn Angst by @aquagirl1978 & @violettduchess~ here is my rushed work.

🍂Prompt: Leaves

🍁Word Count: 2.6k

⚠️ Slight spoiler.

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A maple leaf idly danced as it slowly made its way to the ground, it had just fallen from a tree and was ready to join the dead leaves withering on the autumn-painted soil. A girl around the age of eight or nine was lying among them, she had her eyes closed and her breathing was soft. A shadow fell over her and as she opened her eyes, she found a man standing just beside her. He had caught the maple. She immediately thought of the man as someone odd, never had she ever seen someone enter the woods wearing such lavish and tailored clothing, let alone one with eyes the same color as the aureate sun.

The girl expected the man to go away soon but he seemed to be too preoccupied with his thoughts, it seems he did not even notice her either. He has a mysterious smile on his lips, she couldn't figure out whether it is rooted in happiness or not, his eyes do not reflect joy or sadness.

He is simply smiling at the leaf he had caught in midair.

She had given up and rose from the ground, several leaves falling off her blouse, “Is that a maple? ” the girl asked, doe-like eyes narrowing at the leaf in between the man's fingers.

“It is. ” He answers before turning to face the little girl. His eyes widened for a second before he smiled, he seemed to be delighted at the sight of the twigs that were stuck on her pigtails, which were also messy from lying on the ground for god knows how long.

The girl gets on her feet and dusts herself before cocking her head to the side. She took his form from head to toe and the man chuckled. She had no idea why he did that but she crossed her arms and stared him straight in the eyes.

“Do you know what it means when you catch a maple leaf?” she asks him again, this time, her voice laced with anger, her glare clashing with the fond look in the man's eyes.

“I'm afraid not.” He confessed, before reaching a hand to gently remove a stuck twig in her hair. He took this chance to introduce himself, “They call me Le Comte De Saint-Germain. It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance— ”

“—then throw it away, Old Man!” she yells out of the blue, making Le Comte pull his hand away. He then had to swallow a grin when he noticed that the girl was missing her two front teeth, he could fit a dime in there.

“Will you tell me why I should?” he inquired, raising the leaf above his head to protect it from the girl who then started jumping around him to reach it.

She groaned, momentarily stopping to answer him. “If you caught a maple leaf, you're gonna fall in love with the person with you!! You're too old for me! ”

“I see. How interesting,” he murmurs to himself, there is a wistful smile tugging on his lips, and his golden eyes wandered to the maple in between his fingers. “I wonder if it's true— ”

“–do you want to die?! you can't just say that! I'm just a child! I won't fall in love with an old man?! Just throw it away before it's too late!” she continued to wail, stomping and causing the dead leaves to crunch beneath her feet.

“What's your name? ” he asks.

“I won't give you my name! What if you use it to make me marry you?! You wanna die?! ”

That’s the second death threat! He grins, “I won't. I simply want to know your name. ”

The girl huffed angrily. However, it only made Le Comte chuckle in joy. She has twigs on her hair and withering leaves stuck on her clothes and yet here she stands with her head held high, accompanied by a ferocious glare and two missing front teeth! And suddenly, it had become a staring contest between a furious child and a mysterious man. The man was confident he would win but when he saw the girl's eyes watered and lips quiver, he immediately blinked.

He then folded his knees to match her height. By the time he had a good look on her face, she was already crying. “Cheríe? What happened?”

Her head hung low and in between sobs, she answered him, “I don't wanna marry you, I like Jimmy!”

His eyes twitched, “Jimmy? ”

ㅤ

Le Comte and the little girl sat side to side on a bench, watching a group of youngsters play soccer across the open field. The girl happily devoured the ice cream Comte bought for her— as a sorry for the leaf and finished it in no time. Seemingly expecting it, he handed her his untouched ice cream, which she gratefully accepted.

“Hm, if I am not mistaken, that must be Jimmy,” he spoke, eyeing a certain boy in the crowd, “the one with the ball.”

Elated, the girl nodded enthusiastically, the corners of her lips tugging into a wide grin and uncaring about the gap in her teeth. “See? Even you spotted him right away because he's so handsome! ”

“Considering you kept describing how he looks to me on our way here, I doubt it, Cherie.”

Le Comte had a smile plastered on his face, however, his eyes shone with bitterness, still eyeing the boy through the field. She was scowling at him earlier, glaring and yelling at him just because he caught a leaf, and yet with just a mention of the name "Jimmy" a smile naturally comes to her face like she's the happiest girl in the world. He felt ridiculous, is he jealous? Over a child? He wouldn't confess it outright but he is. Having to be a pureblood meant he will forever be subject to losing and today is a reminder of that.

After the soccer game, the two of them ended up talking and playing around the town. She told him about the books she read and the things she likes- he was grateful it didn't include the soccer boy. Comte too had told her about his adventures which she commented were a lot more fun than the ones in the books. He isn't sure if he would agree with that but if it's fun for her, then he wouldn't pop that bubble. He only had to console her with food again when she almost cried with a story he told her.

ㅤ

The sun was starting to set when the he and the little girl took off. She let him hold her tiny hands as they walked side to side. At that very moment, Comte had another mysterious smile on his face. Even he couldn't figure out whether it was rooted in happiness or sorrow. It is all very familiar to him, from the gentleness of the breeze and the warmth that comes from the bowing sun. At last, he stopped, it almost knocked him off his breath when he let go of her.

Before the old library, he folded his knees to match her height and caught the back of her hands, opening her soft palms, and there he laid the maple leaf.

“But didn't you like this leaf so much?” the girl inquired, curiosity peeked behind her lashes and her lips formed a small pout as she did. He smiled, So, it's still a habit of hers, he thought.

“I love it, Cherie,” he answered and the girl frowned.

“You sure are the weirdest person I have met! Did you fall in love with a leaf?!” She huffs in disbelief, then her eyes softened, “Hey Old Man, are you leaving now? I feel sad.”

It was his turn to frown. Sad? But why? She had only met him. And so, he asked. When she answered, there was no hint of hesitation in her eyes.

“It just feels like I wouldn't see you anymore but I want to see you again… So visit me! I’ll kill you if you don’t, alright?!”

He only smiled, choosing not to answer, and then he took the conversation back to the leaf. By this time, the sun had painted the scenery in painterly orange and yellow.

He’s running out of time.

“See this leaf?” he tapped her palms, “Long as you have this leaf, you will never fall in love with me. You can throw it away but please do once I'm no longer in your sight.”

Seemingly in her thoughts, she stared down at the maple on her opened palms. Just then the autumn leaves started falling upon them, hiding them from the rest of the world, inside a bubble of their own. Comte closed his eyes, a silent teardrop had trickled down his cheek, just like a rip on a perfectly smooth paper, his mask cracked and showed the loneliness that lurked on his very being.

Reaching for her with shaky hands that he tried so much to still, he placed one last chaste kiss on her forehead before he abruptly stood up and headed towards the library, each step he took was heavy and the farther he goes, the more his heart cracked and fissured into fragments. He ignored the confused and panicked voice behind him and reached for the door's handle. And just before the door closed, he turned and caught one last glimpse of her eyes,

Of his beloved's eyes.

“I love you until the end of time.”

ㅤ

The little girl hurriedly opened the library door but there was no one there when she entered. She went aisle after aisle, looking for him. But he was not there, it is as if he was never there at all. With disappointment and loneliness of losing the strange man she considered her friend, she left the library regretfully, walking back home while she stared at the leaf he laid in her hands.

That marked the first time she had met him, and to Comte, it marked as their fourth.

ㅤ

In the veil of the night, the moon became the candle that lit up the darkness of the sky, and thousands of stars hung on the cloudless eve. It had always been the same and never once changed, perhaps that's why two purebloods stood side to side on the terrace, staring at the twinkling ocean above their head, maybe it had become some sort of comfort or a reminder— a reminder of the eternal sea they are sailing, of an hourglass that never ran out of sand.

“You never told me what happened there,” Leonardo said, taking out one cigarillo and placing it in between his lips. He lifted a lighter and gave it a click, it sparked but didn't light up so he tried again, only he got the same result.

Comte reached for his breast pocket, brought out the lighter he never used, and took the initiative, clicking the lighter to life. It is only when the latter's cigarillo touched the flame did he speak.

“I let her go… at last.” Le Comte uttered, placing back the lighter in the breast pocket of his coat and smiling at him– one that said a lot more than words could explain but Leonardo understood perfectly, he wasn't a stranger of goodbyes after all. He just can't fully grasp what it is like to do that more than once with the same person.

“Why now?” He let out a puff of smoke into the atmosphere before his molten gold irises met Comte's rich aureate ones, searching for some sense. “You've been looking for her and found her many times, so why now?” He asks.

“I didn't meet her as the woman she was, Leonardo.” He answered, a bittersweet smile still lingering on his lips, “She was a child…”

He then began to tell the old friend about that autumn day and by the time Comte was done, Leonardo had already finished his second cigarillo. He remained silent for a while before words spilled out of his mouth,

“I had a friend centuries ago who believed humans were reincarnated four times, it's curious so I never shut the idea. When he died, I never saw him again and neither did anyone who looked just like him. His descendants' kinda look similar to him though, of course, it's science.” Leonardo looked over at his friend who stared longingly ahead of the stars, “But his son who died of disease at a young age did return exactly four times and died similarly at the same age…”

“Since she was a child when you met her this time, you wanted her to have a life less complicated than a life with you. Then again, as I told ya before, it is not you who gets to decide…” he trailed off, reaching down to his pocket for another roll of a cigarillo, “Besides, this is her fourth. It may be the last time you will ever see her, Comte.”

“Exactly. It may be her last so I’d rather she live it free from the hurt that comes in loving someone who is subjected to eternity,” he utters, fists clenched as he glanced over Leonardo with resolve in his eyes, “She already loved me once, it is enough.”

“And spent the other three looking for her only to turn your back once you found her. You know she will always defy your expectations and crack that stubborn indecisive head of yours.” the latter sighed, stretching his arms above his head, “You’re kinda cruel, friend.”

Comte smiled in a deprecating manner and loosened his fists, “I guess I am.”

“You two are complicated, as usual.” Leonardo spoke, placing his cigarillo in between his fingers, “It’s always either you leave or she leaves. You say you want to let her go but every autumn you wish to catch a maple because that is how you always meet her. Say, you haven’t rid yourself of those maples in your room, have you?”

“I intend on keeping those.”

“You could’ve had your fourth maple, you know she’d give it to you despite all the death threats she throws.”

“No. She liked Jimmy.” Comte uttered with bitterness.

“It’s been years and you still hold a grudge over the little soccer boy. I didn’t know you were that petty.” Leonardo smirked, lifting his lighter which only gave a faint spark when he clicked it, “I guess I’ll fix this. See ya around.”

Leonardo casually raised his hand and left, leaving the count to his thoughts. He lifted his head, facing the ocean of stars twinkling above his head and the full moon once again.

He wonders if she's looking at it too but there is no point in it when he has already given up. It's like the sun and moon chasing each other and yet they are still out of each other's reach.

With one last look, he stared straight at the moon. Uttering his silent plea,

Let her be happy.

Slowly, the moon started to vanish from the sky and darkness started to inch closer to the count. He stilled, not knowing how to react when suddenly something landed on his face with a gentle slap.

He hoisted his hand and took the object off him. His eyes widened, but it was impossible.

He whipped his head around, looking for something, anything. His heart pounded wildly against his chest and his breathing was getting more shallow every moment that passed. It was as if he was thrown into a maelstrom and he heard his own heartbeat through his ears and then everything stilled.

Leonardo was right. There she is, in the garden just below the terrace, grinning at him.

“Is that a maple?”

“It is.”

“Well, you better not throw it because I didn't.” She gleamed, “After all, you never visited so I'll bite you to death.”

“Well, you certainly grew teeth.”

“Oh shut up, Abel.”

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I JUST HAD THE MOST GUT-WRENCHING DREAM

VAMPIRE ANGST

ALL I REMEMBER IS VAMPIRE GIVING IN TO BLOODLUST AND IMPULSIVELY, RECKLESSLY DRAINING THE HUMAN THEY HAD GROWN SO FOND OF, BLEEDING THEM DRY

THE REMORSE AND DISTRAUGHT PLAGUING THE VAMPIRE FOR YEARS, ESPECIALLY WHERE THE HUMAN'S LAST WORDS WERE A WISTFUL HOPE FOR THEM TO BE LOVERS IN THE NEXT LIFE, BUT THE HUMAN UNABLE TO HEAR WHAT THE VAMPIRE'S RESPONSE WAS BECAUSE THEY DIED

MAYBE A FEW CENTURY TIMESKIPS LATER??? THE VAMPIRE ENCOUNTERING AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR FIGURE WHO DOESN'T REMEMBER THEIR PAST LIFE, WHILE THE VAMPIRE JUST BREAKS DOWN

CRADLING THE HUMAN IN THE VAMPIRES ARMS WHILE THE HUMAN HAS PAST LIFE MEMORIES CRASHING DOWN ONTO THEM, MAKING THEM BOTH BREAK DOWN INTO A SOBBING MESS WHILE HUGGING EACH OTHER

THE VAMPIRE FINALLY ANSWERS THE QUESTION WHEN THE HUMAN CAN HEAR THEM

"And if you were to ask me the same question that you asked me that cold, dark night all those centuries ago..."

"Would I want to be your lover in the next life... the answer would be a resounding yes." AJJDHDHAKNDBS

Guys I've never watched twilight, if this is the plot for one of their movies please don't tell me, it'll hurt my creative thinking esteem

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First of all I wanna just say that you are AMAZING!! ❤️❤️🥰 I love your blog and everything you write, you are such a good writer and totally know these characters so well!

Your Leonardo re-write of his route is my absolute favorite fic EVER! ❤️ I have reread it so many times!! I was hoping it'd be alright to request a fic, drabble with Leonardo, if that's okay? Something angsty, spicy, comforting, if that's a thing?

Possibly something where, we all know Leo is very "mature" seeming and even said in the game that while intimate doesn't react or make much noise. He also seems to prefer to have his partner from behind (in almost all his stories.) Well as much as I love this man...er, vampire. These traits would make me a bit insecure. Like he is not enjoying it or he doesn't want to actually look at me during the deed. It would make me pull away from intimacy so he wouldn't have to "deal with me."

Would it be possible for an MC the same way? How would Leonardo handle this?

I'll understand if this is too much though. Anyway thank you so much for all the wonderful content! Have a fabulous day! 🥰❤️

This was a lovely ask. Sorry it took me a bit to get to it, anon! Approx. 1700 words with a dash of spice, a pinch of angst, and a helping of comfort. I hope you enjoy ^_^

Leonardo saw his cara mia in the hall, dusting baseboards. She was bent down, moving in a line, her head nodding to some music only she could hear. It was adorable, and it made him smile. Even when doing chores, she moved with joy. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up.

She squealed and kicked out before realizing it was him. “Leo! You bastard! You scared me half to death!”

“Oh? Did you expect someone else to grab you from behind, piccolina?”

“No. That’s the point. I wasn’t expecting it,” she said with a pout. “Now put me down.”

Leo chuckled. “I don’t think I will, cara. It’s been days since I got to spend any time with you. I think I’ll just keep you for myself today.” He placed a kiss on the back of her neck. At first she reacted the way he expected her to, inhaling sharply, a little tremor running down her spine. Then she tensed up and pulled away.

“Put me down. Please. I promised Sebas I would get this done today.”

“Sure, cara. Sorry.” He rubbed a hand through his hair, feeling a bit confused. “Bad timing, I guess?”

She nodded. “Y-yeah. Anyway, let’s . . . let’s hang out tonight, ok? I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.”

Leonardo couldn’t help but notice the way she looked to the side as she said it. There was something wrong, but he could tell she wasn’t going to talk about it. “I’ll see you tonight then. My room.” He kissed the top of her head.

That won a small smile from her. “Ok. See you then.”

The rest of the day, she was in Leo’s thoughts. Maybe he’d really frightened her. Or . . . had he done something days ago - something that caused her to avoid him like this? He didn’t remember anything, really. They’d gone out for a picnic. Spent time in the gardens. Then made love in her room. He pushed her up against the window so they could both look out at the moonlight and the scattering of stars. It had been perfect.

Or, he thought so. She seemed pleased although . . . she had left to clean up in a hurry, and went to bed without giving him a kiss. Leonardo settled his head in his hands. Give a man a thousand years, and women would still be a mystery. Whatever upset her, he only hoped he could make it up to her. His cara was everything.

That night, he waited in his room. He even cleaned off the seating, piling his books and papers higher in the corners. Nervous, he opened his window and lit a cigarillo. The sweet smell of the tobacco settled him as much as the ritual of smoking.

Above him, the stars moved in a slow waltz across the night sky. The moon crept up from the horizon, hanging over the mansion, sickle-thin curve aglow. His door opened.

“Cara.” He turned to look at her.

She gave him a tremulous smile, her expression so shy and full of an unspoken sadness that it reminded him of her first days in Paris.

Leonardo wanted to pull her into an embrace. To kiss the worry from her brow. But not every heartache could be so easily solved, and he determined to listen first.

“I wasn’t sure you were still up. Your light is off.” She smiled and came in, closing the door carefully behind her.

He gave a low chuckle. “And miss my first time alone with you this week?”

Heat rose in her cheeks and for a moment, her eyes met his. Then they skittered to the side, focusing on the sky outside. “Sorry. Again.”

“Don’t apologize.” He closed the distance between them, blocking her view of the window. “Just look at me, cara.”

Slowly, she tilted her head up as if it cost her great effort to do so.

He sighed and stroked a finger along the line of her jaw. “What is this I see in your eyes?”

“N-nothing.” She bit her lip, thinking. Then she seemed to come to some conclusion. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her as she rose up on her toes. Her lips met his in a hungry kiss.

It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Leo met her lips with a thirst of his own. Parting her lips with his teasing tongue, wrapping his arms around her to pull her flush against him.

His cara slipped her hand under his shirt, her nails drawing down his sides.

Leonardo felt the sting of it, and it only made him want her more. He began to tug her shirt from her skirt.

She was just as eager, her hands sliding down to his hip. One came around to cup his hard length through the thin cloth of his trousers, stroking him while she undid his belt.

Her shirt fell to the floor, followed by her skirt. The thin, pale starlight hid the sight of her from him, but he didn’t need to devour her with his eyes when he could map every bit of her with his lips and tongue.

A moan broke from her throat, raw and needy. She bit his shoulder, sending a shudder through him and muffling her cries.

Leonardo wanted to draw this out, but he needed to feel her. To be in her, to possess her as much as he felt possessed by her. He turned her, easing her legs apart. But then he stopped as he felt her tense. Instead, he kissed from the nape of her neck down her back.

She relaxed a little, but after a moment, stepped away from him.

“Cara . . . what is it?” He held a hand out to her.

“I . . . I can’t. I can’t do this.” She bent down and picked up her shirt.

Leonardo watched her as she pulled it on, confusion and hurt in his wide amber eyes. “Is there someone else?”

“What?” She stopped with her skirt in hand. “No!”

“Then what is wrong? I can’t help if you won’t tell me.” He sat back on his bed, still watching her. “Didn’t we promise to be honest with each other? No matter what?”

She sniffed, wiping at her eyes as if to rub away tears. “I don’t remember promising that.”

“Well. Tell me anyhow.”

“I . . .” she sighed and plopped down in the chair he’d cleared off. “Do you even really like me? The way I look?”

“Like you?” Leonardo blinked. “Cara mia, I love you. You are the treasure of my heart. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Why would you ask me that . . . why now?”

She made a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Y-you never look at me when we make love. And - and never make a sound. I-I don’t even know if you’re enjoying it!”

He saw the silvered gleam of tears in the corners of her eyes before she wiped at them furiously. Leonardo was too stunned to say anything but he held his arms open and she fell against him, burying her face against his chest. He stroked her back, his eyes staring at some distant point while his thoughts gathered.

Leonardo was a genius. He could design mechanical devices, musical instruments, paintings, sculptures, and a thousand other things he might turn his mind to. But he had yet to understand the vagaries of the heart or the pitfalls of love. It took him some time to think through where all of this went wrong. The answer came slowly.

“Cara. I’m sorry.”

She looked up at him, sniffling. Her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks, tear-stained. “What? No this . . . it’s my fault. I know you love me. I just . . . I don’t know . . .”

He smiled at her, his eyes warm and gentle. “No. This is all me, cara. You can’t take the credit this time.”

That brought a little smile to her lips, a question on the tip of her tongue.

Leonardo took her chin in his hand, wiping the dampness from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. “I am sorry that I didn’t ask you what you wanted. I thought,” he cleared his throat, “I thought in that position it would feel better for you. But I should have asked. You’re a smart girl. You know what you want.”

She studied his expression as if she could discern the truth from the set of his jaw and the flutter of his lashes. “I . . . I do like it. But maybe we could other things? I want - I want to see you when we make love. Your eyes. Your face.” She was serious now, her gaze intent. “I want to hear you.”

He chuckled, feeling a flush creep up his own cheeks. “Hear me, cara?”

“Mhmm.” She traced her fingers over the bitemark on his shoulder. “I want to hear you enjoy the things I do to you. I want you to tell me how much you like it.” Her whole face was hot as she said this, and she could not keep meeting his eyes.

Leonardo felt oddly shy about this. He’d never been a vocal lover. But for her, he thought, he would try. Even if he felt a little . . . silly . . . what was that to him, if it made her happy.

Slowly, he brought his face closer to hers and shared a sweet kiss. “I never want you to doubt, cara mia. I love you. Will you promise to tell me next time I make you unhappy?”

“I promise.” She snuggled onto his lap.

“Good.” He stroked her hair. “And I promise to ask what you want.” He leaned close, letting his lips brush the curl of her ear. “So tell me, cara, what do you want?”

She shivered, turning her head so that she could look him in the eyes. “You. If - if you still want to . . .” She swallowed.

Leonardo laughed. “Cara mia, tesora. I want you. Always. Right now and tomorrow and every day after.” He set his other hand on her leg and slid her skirt up her thigh. “Now, you must tell me what you want me to do.”

She surprised him by laughing as well, and pushing him down into the tangled bedsheets. “I think . . . I think I want you to lay here and tell me if - if you like what I’m going to do to you.” Her expression was all nervous excitement, hopeful and anxious all at once.

“Alright cara. I’ll do my best to sing for you.”

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