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𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 ( SEBASTIAN X READER )

↬ 🍜 Putting food in your stomach makes your cramps flare up, and you refuse to eat. Sebastian can't have that.

Sebastian x Reader• rating: G • tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; Fluff; Blankets; Food; Cooking • wordcount:  995 • masterlist

a/n: This one goes to the fellow period-sufferers who can eat little to nothing the first two days 😭 If you happen to suffer from cramps and you want your favorite ikevamp suitor comforting you in their own unique way, may I also offer: Napoleon, Comte, Mozart, Theo, Leonardo💕(All fics in this series share the same opening scene!)

It’s another beautiful day at the mansion, and the sun is continuing to shine brightly outside as afternoon settles in. Your list of chores is more than half-way done now, the morning was a productive one and you pat yourself on the back for pushing through at your usual pace, even if your period surprised you early this morning. Sleeves rolled up and armed with a feather duster, you march towards the lounge room to take care of another chore.

Specks of dust dance in the afternoon sun, windows wide open, as you complete your task little by little. Soon the sections left to dust decrease and you start to tire - a minor pain in your tummy appearing as well, as if to persuade you into taking a short break. You throw a look at the grandfather clock. You’ve been a busy bee; not even the distraction of dusting off some of Comte’s highly intriguing antiques couldn’t get you late on your own schedule.

You sit down at the spacious couch area, grab a throw pillow to hug, and fall on your side - shoe-covered feet juust hanging off the couch because it won’t be worth the effort of taking them off for just a minute or two of rest.

Uh-oh! The pain doesn’t go away and only gets worse instead. Suddenly moving as much as a millimeter equals signing a death warrant.

“Help” You whisper to yourself, clutching onto the throw pillow.

"I need you to eat something. Please."

You shake your head, curling up further onto yourself in silent protest of standing up to eat. You hate refusing Sebastian of all people. One reason is that you're familiar with his caring, warm side - you recognize that tone as he asks you to at least try the warm soup he's holding out to you.

A whiff of the delicious broth and your stomach waves the white flag, putting an end to the silent protest as it audibly announces it's hunger, by growling. Loudly. And you speak up before Sebastian does… Or before he resorts to something worse. You protectively place the pillow over your forehead, just to be cautious.

"I caaaan't, Sebas! Stop torturing me by waving your yummy soup in my face, it's not that I don't want to eat, it's that I can't!"

Sebastian lets out a low hum, straightening up again and placing the lid back on the tray.

"I understand now. Your period is upsetting your stomach."

You groan, dragging the pillow down so that it covers your face. He's ever so perceptive. A bit too much, even.

"Putting food in it makes my cramps flare up."

"Even if it's in little quantities?"

"…No. But I never know when to stop. Especially now that I'm hungry."

Another humming noise of calculation comes from the butler, and you prefer to warn him before his diamond mind comes up with a 'solution'.

"It's futile. I'll wait out the worst of it and then I'll eat. I promise?"

"I was actually thinking about how you said you feel guilty for not being able to finish your chores. Would you mind helping me with something small that I believe won't be a problem in your state?"

This blanket smells like Sebastian. Getting all cozied up in the chair by the kitchen counter, wrapped up in a blanket by no one other than Sebastian, you can't help but cheer up a little. It feels like being sick, but less sickness and more being taken care of. You were worried about the task you'll be presented with, but you doubt it can be that hard if he gets you all seated and comfy beforehand.

"I'm trying a set of new dishes for today's lunch. As you know, I hold our Masters' opinion in high regard and the food presented on their plates has to be impeccable."

And today of all days he has to cook by himself… you frown, raising your head from where it was nested in the blanket to offer your help. But Sebastian holds up a hand to signal letting him finish before you speak.

"I want you to do a round of taste-testing for me, nothing more, nothing less. Can you do that?"

You pause, understanding only just now your role. "I can, but… is my palate refined enough?"

"It is. Now, without further ado, open up."

With no room for complaints, the spoon is brought in front of your lips and you part them to let it in.

You've no idea what that's supposed to be, but it's delicious.

"They'll LOVE it."

"Are you sure? I think it has a bit too strong of a spicy aftertaste. Here, hold this and try the whole spoonful, I will bring you a drink."

You do as told, concentrating on the information registered by your taste buds. By the time Sebastian is back with a glass of water, you're done with your answer.

"Try adding a little more salt and it would be perfect."

"Right away." Like a magician doing a trick, Sebastian moves his hand over the pot and a pinch of salt is added. "Try again now."

"Mhm, that's better. What about the side dish?"

"It's here. Make sure to try all three garnishes. Then try this and this together. And then we'll decide on one of the two sauces I prepared, depending on which one compliments the dish best. Afterward, we'll proceed with the palate-cleansing salad from the five-course meal."

Your head spins with Sebastian's presentation as he brings multiple plates into your vision. He's so serious about this. It's impressive.

"They all look absolutely delicious already, Sebastian…okay, bring it on!"

Sebastian smiles, content with having a good helper like you.

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As you lift another spoonful towards your mouth, you fail to notice just how content he is, attributing it all to his efforts to fill the mansions' stomachs with yummy food. This is what all of this is about…right?

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Hello! I can’t believe the rude anon the other day!! :( some people are so rude!! But the weekend event is exciting! if you’re still taking requests, would you write quality time with Leonardo? I feel like quality time with him would be so relaxing! Painting or reading together, or one of the other million things Leo can do! Even just napping together would be so nice and chill. Thank you for hosting events like these! They’re always so fun <3

love languages weekend event

Hi anon! Thanks for the sweet thought <3 Am fine though so no worries, it takes more than that to bring me down!

Honestly I was so excited to see an ikevamp request for this event because it's been a hot minute since I last wrote anything for this :,) So when I saw both Theo and Leo stand in my inbox I was so happy to deliver!

Leonardo is indeed huge on quality time! And thank you so much for sending in a request <3

genre: fluff

warnings: none

As a pure blooded vampire, Leonardo is aware of how precious time is. Not to him, he has plenty of it. But human life is fleeting, in comparison to the thousand years he’s lived and still has ahead of him. So every tick of his wrist watch reminds him of how little time he has with you. Of how little time he has with you in the grand scheme of things. 

A big part of him tries to forget about this, the idea of a life without you, something he cannot fathom, something he does not want to imagine. For the moment he does his heart plummets down to his stomach and his lungs press to his throat. 

And he knows that dwelling on this wouldn’t do either of you any good. For there is no use in wishing time could stop when time has no other master but itself. 

So Leonardo settles for enjoying every day, every hour, every minute and every second he gets to spend by your side. 

It does not matter what you are doing, as long as he is by your side, as long as he can see your smile and hear your voice, his world lives through your eyes. 

Sometimes you just sit together in his room or in the library, book in hand and Lumière on your lap, Leonardo’s head resting on your shoulder as you read to him. He doesn’t care about the genre, anything suits him as long as you are the one reading. 

“A fairy tale book, Cara Mia?” He says, inspecting the title and summary of the book you had just retrieved from one of the many shelves in Comte’s mansion’s library. 

“Yes, I often read this book as a kid!” You beam at him, a bright smile that fills his chest with warmth. 

“Okay then, let us begin.” 

And the two of you sit together, Leonardo’s attention swinging between the expressions on your features and the story. 

Sometimes it is him teaching you one of his many skills. Varying from painting, to chess, to repairing things to fabricking new things out of scratch. 

“Gosh I can’t do this!” Your hands fall at your side, shoulders sagging as you stare disapprovingly at the broken watch in front of you. 

Leonardo allows himself a chuckle, gently looping his arms around you from behind and scooping the broken mechanism in his hands, “Now, now, now. No need to get frustrated, Cara. Look.” 

And he doesn’t care how much time it takes for you to understand or get the hang of it, simply happy to share his knowledge with you and watch you acquire new skills by his side. 

“See? Was it worth giving me that pout?” 

Leonardo is all for partaking in your hobbies too, whatever they may be. Even if he is not good at it. If just for a sight of your smile. 

“Santo Cielo, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?”

And sometimes it is just him following you into the streets of Paris to run errands when his time table allows it, which is pretty often. The two of you aren’t doing anything special per se, simply enjoying one another’s presence as you do what you have to do and carry on with your day. 

“Let me carry this for you, Cara Mia.” Leonardo’s hands cover your own as he fetches the bag from your hands, “Now where do we need to go next?” 

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[fandom-collective-writers]

A Gift of Eternal Gratitude

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoloen Bonaparte x f!MC

Warnings: Pregnancy

Written by: @voltage-vixen​

The crisp notes of the holiday jazz music danced throughout the room, accompanied by the cackles of the roaring fire from the mantle. Coupled with the assortment of Christmas embellishments arranged around the mansion, the ambience was set and fitting for the festivities of the day. After hours upon hours of searching for the perfect Christmas tree, they were able to finally select one that suited the couple’s desire in longing for one that radiated warmth and coziness, while simultaneously indulging in a taste of sophistication. Husband and wife were spending the day decorating.

Shiny garland, rows of lights, and ornaments of only the highest of caliber were spread out around in totes and were at MC’s full disposal. Napoleon’s lips faintly curled upward while MC pranced around the room, eyes wide and sparkling in admiration at all the crafted options she had to choose from. Over years prior, Napoleon had grown accustomed to his own Christmas tradition that he longed for, which entailed the vision of MC decorating their tree. From the way she would fret over the minute details such as which ornament should be hung on each branch, to the way she would bat her eyelashes and sheepishly smile when it came time to place the star on top of the tree.

Even on the tips of her toes, MC couldn’t reach the top on her own. Adopted as their ritual  once everything was allocated on the tree, Napoleon would give her a boost and hoist her up so that she was able to place the finishing touches on their masterpiece. There were several new customs that the Bonaparte family adapted to once Comte wedded them; most of which Napoleon never envisioned himself partaking in, but the star was one that he held dear and cherished the most. 

Except for this year since they had to adjust because-

“What do you think you’re doing?” Napoleon distressed, closing the distance between him and MC as he strode across the room. MC, whose swollen belly was now visible since she had entered her second trimester, was about to set foot onto a stepstool. “I told you I would take care of the branches you couldn’t reach. Please steer caution of any unnecessary risks, for the sake of yourself and our child.”

“I-I’m sorry,” MC whimpered, her lip trembling while her shoulders hunched. “Christmas time is one of my favorite times of year, and I only wanted to partake in our family tradition. I didn’t even imagine what may have happened to the baby if something happened.  I’m sorry, Napoleon.”

Napoleon sighed, his heart twitching at the sight of the dejected look cast onto her face. His intent was to not harm MC’s feelings; rather the father-to-be’s instincts to protect 

Desperate to fix her dampened mood, Napoleon walked over to his desk and opened the drawer that contained one of MC’s hidden away Christmas presents.

“Here, open this,” Napoleon instructed, passing the gift over to MC while willing she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of the crimson creeping into his cheeks.

Stifled were the drops of tears glistening her eyelashes as the sound of wrapping paper being torn echoed throughout the room. The familiar warmth of MC’s embrace wrapped his body into a hug. A teardrop trickled onto his neck and Napoleon swiftly moved to brush away the wetness pooling away in her eyes, before glancing down at the gift she had unwrapped clutched tightly between her fingers. Napoleon had sought the assistance of Vincent to craft a hand painted ornament of a baby’s footprint.

“Napoleon, I’ve never received this thoughtful of a present before,” she revealed, blinking at the realization that next Christmas there would be another member of the family joining them. Her hand was drawn to the swell of her abdomen, and Napoleon’s soon joined his on the top of hers. “Next year, the three of us will be celebrating Christmas together as a family.”

The very thought caused a warmth to flood his heart. Although Napoleon was secretly overjoyed at their prospective future outlook, he also selfishly wanted to savor the last holiday they would be spending alone as a couple for a while.

“Come on, that ornament isn’t going to hang itself on the tree,” Napoleon urged,  offering his assistance to MC.

He gently grabbed on to her outstretched hands and led her back over to the tree. MC surveyed the tree and then grinned at finding the perfect branch, leaving the tribute ornament front and center.

MC leaned her head onto Napoleon’s shoulder as her gaze roamed to the top of the tree. She momentarily lost herself in a sweet reminisce of how many times Napoleon and her would place the tree topper together. How such a simple action always filled her heart with such happiness was something MC would forever cherish as one of her favorite memories. Relieving those past moments gave her a sudden idea and MC perked up her head.

“Napoleon?” she prompted, capturing his gaze as looked over to address her. “Maybe in a few years, I’ll be able to join you in helping someone else put the star on the top of our tree.”

MC glanced down and rubbed her stomach affectionately. Napoleon marveled at the precious sentiment of the woman he took as his wife standing beside him in pride while their future child carried on the ritual they’ve grown accustomed to. Now that was another tradition that he could find himself looking forward to. 

Though his wife standing by his side was naïve to his thoughts, Napoleon silently vowed to spend the rest of his eternity demonstrating his gratitude to the woman who was bearing the most valuable gift that the vampire could have ever prayed to be granted.

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[incorrecttom]

"precious" (Napoleon Bonaparte)

a/n; sorry for not posting also I got a new fandom! so yay. also I might be posting a little more rn. but idk my writing is bad for this i am so sorry :(

Sometimes,you just felt a void. Probably because it was just your crippling anxiety or from the truth that you had to leave the house residents. Oh, how you would miss them and their chatter. What despair it had been to you. The worst part, which was that you have had fallen for someone.

Now, that someone was Napoleon. He was always there for you, always keeping in mind your comfort and what not. Sure, the others were also nice to know you but with him it was different. It really was because what you had was precious and special. But the thing was your anxiety almost always whispering lies to you and what not.

Had it been that you were so used to people leaving you or was it your insecurity that was acting up? Which ever it was he always assured that you will always be the one.

Sure, he was a vampire and you a human. You would go back and he would stay, there were so many differences. But probably he was right, you were precious to him. People may say shit about you but then you mattered to others and that was enough for you. For others you were precious.

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[cloudcountry]

Uh baking an Apple pie with issac? Or issac with a s/o who's a fanfic writer! either one is fine! c:

SUMMARY: Isaac's been working hard lately, so you take Arthur's advice and make him a tasty treat!!

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: i'm trying to get back in the writing groove,,, i havent done it in so long it feels so unfamiliar ^^; thank you for requesting my apple tater!! he's the perfect start :D

this takes place before isaac and mc really know each other??? I TOOK YOUR REQUEST IN A VERY DIFFERENT DIRECTION OOPS. its just artie being a wingman LMAO

Skimming the shelves, you mumble titles to yourself as you search for the cookbook Sebastian recommended to you. You’d offhandedly mentioned making a pie for a certain someone, and the butler was quick to catch onto what you were actually trying to do. After all, said certain someone had been working hard enough to lose valuable sleep, and you weren’t the only one becoming concerned.

Snatching the book off the shelves as soon as you find it, you begin flipping through the pages. You’re so absorbed in the recipes and detailed descriptions of sweet treats that you don’t notice the other presence creeping up behind you.

“Well, I’ll be! Newt is quite a lucky guy!” Arthur hums thoughtfully, nearly scaring you out of your skin.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” you yelp.

Arthur laughs heartily as you fumble with the book, snapping it shut. Your gaze is scornful as you whip around to face him, lips twisted into a pout.

“Aw, I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean to scare you.” he slides up to you, leaning in to get a closer look at the book, “If you want to make something for him, I’d recommend something with apples. Our old Newt loves them dearly!”

Apples? You furrow your brow, running through the list of apple desserts you know. And how did he know it was for Isaac?!

“Oh, and love? Why not make the dessert with him? It’ll drag him away from his work.” Arthur winks, and just like that, he slips out of the kitchen.

That’s how you ended up here, with Isaac at your side. It’d taken quite a bit of convincing to get him out of his room and even more convincing to have him agree to bake an apple pie with you, but somehow you succeeded. You doubt anyone else would have gotten the same result.

Isaac’s soft voice is quite loud in the silence of the kitchen as he reads out ingredients, murmuring under his breath about how he would measure them and doing calculations to make sure the dessert was perfect—

“Woah, hold on Isaac!” you place a hand on the recipe book, pulling it away from his face.

He immediately stops at the sudden contact, pretty eyes blown wide at the sight of you so close to his face.

“This isn’t supposed to be a science experiment! We just need to have fun, okay?” you try your best to smile in a way that will calm him down and help him understand.

Isaac simply looks away and grasps at his hair, twirling the loose strands around his index finger.

“Okay.” he murmurs, and you do a mental celebratory dance.

Operation befriend Isaac is underway!

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[solomons-poison]

Hello!! Aww thank you, I'm glad you liked what I've written 🥰 sure I'd be happy to do that prompt with Leo!

♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes

Pairing: Leonardo x GN!reader

Leonardo could have sworn he was losing his mind. He'd been busy taking apart, investigating, fixing, then putting back together various old instruments at the mansion. It was a rare day when many of the residents were home, and somehow they all seemed to converge at once asking for his assistance in fixing their things.

And he didn't really mind it. It was nice to know that the residents felt they could come to him for help, not to mention it gave his mind a little exercise and something to keep him busy. His only complaint would be that it kept him from spending time with you. Of course, you were busy working in the mansion, too. Sebastian had you doing all sorts of errands that kept you two apart, so often, you only had a moment to exchange a few words, maybe a quick kiss, before separating.

While doing his work, he'd removed his coat to move more freely and to cool off after starting to sweat. However, he got so involved in a project that time flew by, not noticing the late hour until a clock struck twelve, the chimes pulling him out of his thoughts. He got up to stretch and realized a cup of tea had been placed at his side. He knew it had to be you that left it, but with how cold the cup and liquid had turned, it must have been there for a while. You were always looking after him, and it warmed his heart to see the ways you thought about him.

Leonardo cleaned up, planning to visit you, but as he prepared to leave, he realized that his coat was missing. He was fairly certain he'd taken it off in the current room, hung up on a chair as he sat on the floor to work. But now it was nowhere to be seen. He popped his head into several other rooms, all the last places he'd been, even checking his own room just in case, but no luck.

You'd warned him before about how messy he was, that he'd lose something and not be able to find it, and it was becoming increasingly apparent to him that you were right.

He realized it was getting too late, and finally gave up. The most important thing was getting to see you and spending a little time with you before bed; his coat could wait until tomorrow (even if it did irk him that he lost it). He made his way over to your room and knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knocked one more time, a little louder, but it was still silent.

Of course you'd fallen asleep. Between how hard you had worked today and how long you spent waiting to see him, it was no wonder you'd passed out already. Leonardo opened your door slowly, peeking in and confirming a figure was curled up on your bed, before entering your room. He quietly approached, wanting to get a good look at you and give you a goodnight kiss, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he froze.

There, curled around your sleeping form, was his coat.

Cute.

He felt his heart thump in his chest, immediately overtaken by how adorable you looked in his clothing. You really were bad for his heart. He took a moment to collect himself before continuing to your side, gently sitting on the bed beside you. Your breathing was even, peaceful, and your fingers were clutching the edge of his coat tightly.

He lightly traced a finger along your cheek before leaning down to kiss it, catching the combined scent of his coat, long since filled with the smell of his cigarillos, and your own natural scent, and it immediately made him relaxed. Smelling his scent on you eased his mind, reminded him you were by his side, you were alive and happy and that you were his.

With his kiss, you shifted awake, your eyes fluttering open. As soon as you registered Leonardo's face, a dreamy smile lifted your lips.

"Oh, Leonardo. Are you done now?" you asked, voice husky with sleep. You opened your arms, beckoning your lover closer, and Leonardo obliged as he lay down and wrapped his arms around you and his coat.

"Yeah, got too wrapped up in what I was doing. Sorry for making you wait," he said, kissing your forehead. He was quiet a moment before continuing. "By the way, do you make it a habit to steal people's coats?"

He felt you freeze in his arms, and he could just imagine the look of guilt on your face. You didn't say anything at first, and he worried that he'd been too mean in his teasing, but you finally responded in a quiet voice.

"I only steal yours... and only because it smells like you," you said, your face on fire and thankful the room was too dark for him to see you properly. "I missed you but I knew you were busy, so I thought having your coat with me would help..."

Leonardo felt like an arrow pierced his heart. It took everything in him not to crush you in a hug out of sheer force of love, and slowly, gently, pulled you closer instead.

"You say the cutest things, do you know that?" he grumbled, nuzzling against your temple. "Well, next time you miss me that much, feel free to interrupt me, alright? I'm not going to lose out to my coat if my sweetheart is feeling lonely."

He felt you smile against him, and purposefully kept you close so you couldn't see his face, just in case.

"Okay, I promise."

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[yarnnerdally]

Aaaaaand here's my second contribution for the @flash-exchange! and this was written for the darling @spoopy-fish-writes. I had the idea for this pretty early and I can't stop giggling at it, honestly.

Title: Mischief

Characters: Will/Fem!reader, Sebastian, Dazai

Prompt: Kabedon

Tags: fluff, kabedon, Dazai being a lil shit, Sebastian isn't helping

     You had just finished making that evening's coffee with Sebastian, making light conversation with him. You reminisced about some things from your original time, lightly complaining that so many of the romance books you tried to read could use a little more… impact.      “Honestly, there are so many scenes that could be amplified with a kabedon, but that didn't even come about in our time until the 1980's,” you sighed. You were glad you hadn't picked up the whole tray as a voice from behind made you jump.      “Kabe-don?” Turning quickly you saw Dazai leaning in the doorway, a lazy smile on his face and a contrasting mischief in his eyes.      “Good evening, Dazai. Yes, a kabedon. She's referring to a moment in modern Japanese manga and animation in which one character essentially somewhat traps another character against a wall.” Sebastian moved to the wall and displayed the position. “Now, imagine there's another person between me and the wall with them facing me. My flat hand hits the wall beside the other person's head. Kabe for wall, don for the sound the impact makes. Usually there is romantic tension between the two characters.” You felt yourself blushing as Sebastian explained. You swore you saw a spark in Dazai's gaze as he acted unphased with the new information.      “I see. It dramatically raises tension between two characters. The sudden proximity, an air of dominance. Hm. Thanks for the tip.” He smiled coyly before leaving you and Sebastian in the kitchen. A heavy sigh left your lips and you pinched the bridge of your nose.      “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” -      The night was getting long and as much as you and Will loved to visit the mansion for dinner occasionally, you were both ready to go home. The interaction earlier with Dazai had all but left your mind as the two of you walked from the carriage stop back home. That was until you both reached the house and Will lingered instead of unlocking the door. You looked at him curiously.      “Will?” You prompted him softly with his name, his playful and heated gaze making you shiver.      “Apologies, dear heart. Mine mind hath wandered,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple before proceeding to unlock the door. You knew him well enough to know there was something on his mind but there would be a time and place for bringing it up. Thankfully the wait was short because as soon as you were both inside…      *don*      Your back was suddenly against the wall, heart racing as you looked wide-eyed up at Will. Your stomach fluttered excitedly as he crowded your space. His hand had landed firmly on the wall by your head and his smirk made you blush. He couldn’t help but chuckle as your cheeks turned a brilliant shade of pink and he brought his hand up to caress one with his thumb. “My, my. Curiouser and curiouser,” he murmured.      “W-Will…” you stuttered softly, beginning to pout as the pieces slowly came together in your mind. “Did you speak with Dazai tonight by chance?” He laughed and leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.      “I know not of what you speak,” he grinned as your pout deepened. “Though… I suppose thanks is owed to him for this most… gratifying reaction. I’ll have to employ this guileful tactic more often, no?”

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[ikeromantic]

Ikevamp Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 3

Arthur, Jean, Isaac, Dazai, and Will!

Arthur

"What's this, luv?" Arthur's voice breaks the silence in the parlor as you take down the curtains for washing.

You turn, amused to see his playful grin, but anxious too. He is unpredictable and always such a flirt. "What's what?"

Arthur chuckles, reaching for you. His hands brush your hair aside and tug down the back of your collar. "This. I knew I saw a hint of something."

"Hey! I didn't give you permission to just go -"

"There's a little heart. With wings!" His fingers brush the tattoo on your upper back. "I had no idea you were such a naughty girl, hm?"

"Arthur. I am not naughty. Let go of me?" You don't want him to notice how your pulse races at the touch, or the delighted shiver it sends through you.

He reluctantly releases you, merriment dancing in his eyes. "So how and why did you become a tattooed woman? Please tell me there's some juicy story involving a carnival and too much whisky?"

You roll your eyes. "Absolutely not on both counts. Look -" You clear your throat. "In my time, it's not unusual. Lots of people get them. I got mine after a bad breakup. To symbolize my faith in true love. Because I know it's out there, even if I haven't found it yet."

Arthur grins. "Haven't you? I mean, you do live in the same house as the most desireable-"

"Shut. Up." You let out a sigh, realizing the mansion's playboy writer is not going to take anything seriously. "And go away. I have work to do." You turn back to the curtains, trying to give him a hint.

"Oh, but I can't!" He hugs you from behind, his cheek pressed against yours. "I have to see the whole thing without all those pesky clothes in the way. And oh!" His hands slide up your side, sending a delicious warmth rolling through you. "What if there are more? I need to see all of you, luv. Inspect every inch."

Jean

You take a tumble while helping Jean at his sword shop, and cut your leg. He insists on bandaging you up, and despite your misgivings (does he know how to apply a bandage??), you let him.

As he slides your dress up to see the cut on your leg, he gasps. You realize he must have noticed the tattoo on your thigh. The equal-armed cross done in a delicate, colorful pattern, just for your eyes. Jean leans close, his breath warms your skin.

"Jean? The uh, the cut is a bit lower?" You try to redirect him.

"This mark -" He touches it, first with his fingers then with his palm pressed against your skin. "Where did you get it?"

You take a breath, trying to sort your thoughts with the distraction of his rough palm on your upper thigh. He has absolutely no right to make you feel this way, not when he's completely unaware of your reaction. You want him to let go, and you don't want him to all at once.

"In my country. Why?"

He lets go of you then, a relief and a let-down. Then he tugs down his own shirt to show his shoulder. The tiny cross there is so similar that you gasp. "I got mine after Orleans . . ."

"Well. I mean. It's not - not that unusual?" You feel uncomfortable at the intensity of his violet gaze.

"We are marked. Connected."

Your heart lurches in your chest, thudding against your ribcage. You don't know what to say, and can only nod.

Isaac

You aren't sure why Isaac draws back. You thought the two of you were about to have a moment, but his hot-and-cold behavior always keeps you on your toes. You never know if he wants you to stay or to go away.

"Can I ask you something," he says, his tone full of uncertainty.

"You just did." Your joke doesn't even raise a smile. "Sure. Anything."

"You shouldn't tell people they can ask you anything. They might really do." He sighs, frowns. "I - I noticed something on your arm?" He gestures.

That's when you realize your sleeve slid up enough to reveal the first letter in the words on your forearm. "Oh. Yeah. I have a little quote there." You put your hand over it, remembering the day you got it.

"Why?" His petal-pink eyes are wide and curious, a hint of worry in them.

You shrug, uncomfortable with the attention. "I don't know. I guess . . . I wanted to remember. The quote and what it means to me. Does it bother you?"

He shakes his head after an awkward pause. "No. But. Would you tell me about it?"

His response sends a shooting warmth through your chest and you nod. "Yeah -" The two of you scoot closer as you show him the tattoo, and the story behind it.

Dazai

"Toshiko-san! What's this?" Dazai's teasing voice comes from the window to your room.

You jump in surprise. Afterall, you're on the second floor. "I'm not even going to ask why you're coming in through my window," you sigh.

"Good. Less to explain. Now -" He climbs over the sill and plops down on your floor. "What is that I see on your foot?"

"This?" You show him the tattoo on top of your foot, where SpongeBob and Patrick grin under a cartoon sun. "It's from a TV show I liked."

He grabs your foot, a wide smile on his face. "Tee-vee? Hm. And here I was, thinking my lovely Toshiko-san was secretly mafia."

Will

"I have a query for thee," Will's chin nestled on your shoulder, his hands around your waist. "Pray tell, what is this painted upon thy delicate canvas?" He reached with one hand to stroke your shoulder blade, where your sun-and-moon tattoo was inked.

You shrug, drowsy and not in the mood to explain.

Will nips your neck, sharp teeth grazing your skin lightly. "Thou must answer lest I am forced to request more forcefully. I want to hear the tale."

Awake now, a tremble of anticipation running through your body, you turn in his grasp, or try to.

He laughs and holds you in place. "Ah ah. Release shall not come until you give me what I seek."

You surrender, mostly because it feels good to be snuggled in his arms. "I got them in college. I was thinking about the duality of nature - how nothing is as simple as it looks and . . . I don't know. I like the symbolism." It's hard to put into words but you try.

After a moment, he nods. "I see." He kisses your etched skin. "I wonder if I might spin a tragedy 'round a mark such as this. Though thine is more fair and deserves a better fate. Perhaps then, a comedy?"

Laughing, you finally turn to face him and place a kiss to his upturned lips. "You are impossible," you sigh."

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[yanderepuck]

ME?????? NOT WRITING SMUT????? Don't worry. You're still making out. That's really all it is honestly. SO IT IS TECHNICALLY SFW. Shocking from me I know.

I finished reading Will's route for the 7th time and every time I fall in love with him more and more and this may or may not have appeared in a dream of mine which I then woke up and wrote in a panic.

The visions do crazy things I swear.

He pushes you against the wall, pinning your hands beside your head, his body pressed up against you.

You were scared at first, it happened suddenly. Who in the mansion would be- it's Will.

"Got thee," his voice was low. Barely audible if it wasn't for him being so close.

"Will, what are you-"

His lips cut you off. Holding you harder against the wall he kisses you roughly. He wasn't letting you go anywhere. You weren't expecting him to visit today so what is he doing here.

You panic a little. You're in the hallway, anyone could come by and see you. Granted it's early afternoon, so mostly everyone is out.

But Arthur and Dazai don't go anywhere! What if they step out? Or what if Sebastian and Comte need to come down the hall? No no no this is bad this is... so good

Will let your hands go seeing as that you were staying still. One hand gropes your chest while another wraps around your neck.

The grip around your neck got you to start kissing back, but not before you moaned.

Will smirks but doesn't once break the kiss. You grab the sash around his waist and pull him closer against you, wanting to feel him so over your body.

He's so warm. How could all the stories about vampires say they are cold when this is how warm one really is?

Your mouth opens, letting his tongue inside, and he quickly takes the invitation. His upper hand slides down your body, pressing against it along the way. Then go around your hips to firmly grasp your ass.

Your hips buck into him, almost grinding against him. You push his jacket further open to feel his chest, before settling in grabbing his waist.

It's not fair that he has such a small waist. But it makes it perfect for grabbing. He seems to chuckle as his tongue is in your mouth. He was not expecting to have your hands all over his body like this.

Will thought you would have been nervous about staying in the hall, but you're so irresistible that he didn't want to wait to take you somewhere. Besides, isn't the possibility of getting caught part of the thrill?

His mouth finally leaves yours while his hand leaves your chest. You wanted to pull him back for more, but you hadn't realized how out of breath you were.

His hand went under your chin, forcing you to lift your head. After licking his lips, he begins kissing your neck.

Before your first moan could come out, his fingers go into your mouth. The moans come out muffled. His lips go all across your neck before he starts nibbling in your skin.

You look up and down the hall but there is still no one. Did anyone come out of their room, see you two and go back in? You sure hope not.

His fingers go deeper into your mouth as he finds a good spot to bite you. Your body jerks, not expecting it at all despite his fangs grazing against you. Your tense body soon feels like jello.

As he drinks your blood you start seeing stars. Not from being light headed, but from how turned on you are. You got so horny so quickly that you aren't sure how to handle it.

Once his fangs pull out of your skin he laps up the blood, making sure it's done bleeding. He kisses around your neck a few more times, like he's looking for another spot to bite.

Instead he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, wiping them clean on his pants, and stands up properly.

Your face is so flushed but so is his. It's clear you both want more but you aren't sure if you can move your legs right now.

He kisses you again, but that's all it is.

"I shall see thee at dinner," he smirks and goes down the hall.

What was that about! You wanted to yell or go after him but you should be glad no one walked into the hall. Once he was halfway down the hall you finally were able to move your legs.

Fixing your hair, you go to the kitchen and help Sebastian with said dinner.

~~

You begin bringing dinner out, setting plates down on the table. Not everyone is there yet but it's good to get the table set before it gets too crowded, then you and Sebastian will have a seat.

You reach beside Theo and just as you are standing back up he grabs your arm to stay.

"What's that?"

"What's what?" You look at him, you couldn't be any more confused. You then look at your arm but there is nothing there but his hand.

Without saying anything else he moves your hair out of the way

Oh. That.

"This."

You try to pull your arm back and push him away. But you should know better that you can't do that to Theo.

He stands up and looks at the rest of your neck. Not only is there a bite mark, but all those nibbles left hickies. It wasn't even the bite mark Theo saw until he got to the other side.

"Who bit hondje!" It wasn't even a question.

"Theo," you try to pull your arm out of his grip still. "It's nothing."

"Nothing my ass," Theo looked around the dining hall and Arthur was just walking in.

"Straathond!" He finally lets you go only to go over to Arthur. He is a good suspect as any.

"Whatever it is I didn't do it!" Arthur is already trying to defend himself.

Theo grabs Arthur by his ascot and pulls him close. "You bit hondje, didn't you?!"

Theo is upset, way more upset than you would have expected.

"Bit her?" Arthur tries to look around Theo at you using your hair trying to cover your neck. But Arthur can point out a bite or a hicky a mile away.

"Arthur!"

"No it wasn't me, you daft cow!" Arthur pushes Theo off of him and walks past his seat over to you.

If your face wasn't red before it is now. You take a step back.

"If it wasn't you then it must have been Dazai. You two are here all day."

You can tell he's over thinking this, and taking it out of proportion.

"I haven't seen that foozler all day," Arthur stands beside you and puts an arm around your shoulders. "Why don't you tell us, luv? Who manages to get a bite of you before me?"

Theo groans.

"It could have been Newt or Jeanie. You know how hungry those two can get."

"N-no. It wasn't them," seeing how upset two of them are looking there is no way you can say it was Will. This is definitely staying between you two.

"If she doesn't want to say who, then you should respect that, Theo," Vincent who had been sitting there quietly finally spoke up.

At least someone knows what respect is.

"Thank you, Vincent," you get out of Arthur's arms and go back to setting the table.

Arthur and Theo just look at each other. Both of them are definitely going to be talking about this later to figure out who it is.

They both sit down as more of the guys come in.

Will comes up behind you, talking in your ear. "That is a nasty bite thee has't there."

You jumped when hearing him and quickly covered your neck.

"I wonder who could has't done that?"

You turn to face him, hoping no one else could see the look you were giving him.

Arthur leans across the table to Theo. "Think Shakespeare could have?"

Theo looks over at you two. "That Elizabethan prick? He might have a way with words but he wouldn't do anything to Hondje while we are all here," he looks back at Arthur. "You're still not off my suspect list."

~~

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[violettduchess]

Thoughts at 5 something in the morning:

I have so much respect for writers who are able to nail characterization. There's nothing more satisfying than reading a fic and going "YES that is exactly how they would react!" When that happens, you feel like you're getting "real", new content for them and that's a fucking joy, especially when it's a character you love.

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[xxsycamore]

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙…

↬ 💤 Napoleon relishes sharing warmth with MC on this rare mid-summer occasion of a significantly cold morning... And she says she hates every second of it. You know, the cold.

a/n: I don't know about the Nunuche in the fic but I definitely had a great start to my day writing this at 8 am... Oh oh and, Can This Morning Never End by Davin Kingston played from the sleepy napo playlist (spotify link) and I realized it's perfect for this fic... Enjoy! For Napoleon Birthday Celebration 2023, prompt "Habit"

Napoleon Bonaparte x MC • rating: G • tags: Cuddling & Snuggling; Sleepy Cuddles; Morning Cuddles; All the cuddles; Spooning; Little spoon Napo anyone?; Blushing Napo; Sharing Body Heat • wordcount: 612 • masterlist

"It's soooo cold!!"

That's a new one. What happened to Good Morning, How are you? While Napoleon rubs the sleep off his eyes, he still recovers from the sense-awakening feeling of a cold nose nudging into his cheek. Well, he's the one who initiated the kiss that brought the sensation, albeit asleep, so there's no point complaining now. But still.

It IS soooo cold. For a morning in mid-August, while the rain that fell the night before and chilled the earth could perfectly be held responsible, having temperatures lower than 20 degree Celsius is still pretty much a whiplash. It was just yesterday that the morning chill was a welcomed calm before the storm of oven-hot Paris air that nests itself in the atmosphere around noon. And thus, the night before, too, was one in which the window was left wide open while Napoleon and MC slept cozily in bed.

It's pretty early in the morning now, the sun just barely peeking inside the room, a welcomed guest that is already taking on its duty to warm up the world today too, and surely about to overdo it completely by afternoon… but right now, that sounds almost good. Napoleon and MC would gladly miss out on this initial, colder part of the day, with the latter having a day off to sleep in as she pleases, but alas, they've promised a fellow mansion resident to help out with their urgent business in town.

"Cuddles." Napoleon mutters determinedly like it's war strategy. He opens his arms, eyes still closed, waiting for MC to crawl her way there with eyes as equally tightly shut as his.

"Cuddles." She delightfully agrees, backing up until the hard wall of Napoleon's well-toned front is enveloping her back.

She takes his right arm and guides her around her own waist, securing it as tightly as possible.

Legs intertwine.

Feet press firmly against feet.

Skin contact maximizes.

"Ah, much better!"

…And Napoleon's face heats up. Which is good. More warmth for Nunuche. While the sleepy soldier searches for a reason within himself to be taken aback from an activity they've partaken in what seems to be a million times, his dozing-off brain actually provides the answer pretty quickly. This is a very winter-like cuddle. Having his body touch MC's body in all those places, all at once… now Napoleon realizes he actually hasn't experienced this in awhile, the hot summer weather being at fault. And while he relishes in what almost feels like nostalgia, heart going ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum in his chest…

"Oh I hate this sooooo much!"

…

"And can you believe it's going to get hot again around noon? How do I even dress up? Ugh. I can't stand a second more of this."

Ouch.

"Forget every time I complained, I'd rather melt into a puddle on the street than experience this!."

Rather be a puddle...

Napoleon releases a heavy portion of air that he didn't realize he was holding onto. It tickles MC's nape and she shivers in his arms, snuggling further against him.

"Should I just get up and close the window, Nunuche? Or bring you a proper blanket instead of this thin bedcover?"

"Oh? No, don't bother… I already have my blanket right here."

The gentle caress of her thumb against the back of his hand is making Napoleon forget what his point was, to begin with. Something about wishing she'll get colder so he can get to be her blanket more often?

"Wooshh…"

"H-Hey! Don't blow air against my neck! Bad blanket! You're supposed to warm me up…!"

"If you were the big spoon I wouldn't have a chance to do this. Just saying."

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[maries-gallery]

❦ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❦

Hi everyone! So the concept is simple! I'm soon reaching a new milestone and to thank you all for sticking around and for supporting me I decided on hosting weekly thirst nights.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒:

Basically you just come and thirst in my inbox (can be fluff or nsfw, just you thirsting over one of the characters) and I answer in kind with a little something along the lines of what you sent!

An example here for those who don't know how it works: HERE

Usually it's a short drabble but can also turn into a fic if I'm very inspired.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒:

For nsfw thirsts, please be over 18, I won't take nsfw from minors and you will be blocked (for obvious reasons).

For fluffy thirsts, it's open to everyone!

This is open to ikerev, ikevamp and ikepri

Of course, be respectful <3

Have fun with this and go crazy! Looking forward to thirsting with you all <3

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[fandom-collective-writers]

A Midnight Treat - Leonardo x MC

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Leonardo x MC

Prompt: Baking & Kiss at Midnight

Type: Fluff

WC: 800+

Written By: @chaosangel767

The mansion is silent, most of its residents are asleep at this hour. Only the faint notes of Mozart's piano, and the subtle sounds of movement in the kitchen fill the air. Finding the spot next to him empty, Leonardo is hunting through the mansion for his lover, being drawn to the kitchen by a voice and sweet smell.

“I found you,” Leonardo’s voice fills the kitchen as he leans against the door. His precious Cara Mia is humming a tune at the counter, mixing something. Jumping at his voice, she turns to him, a flush covering her cheeks.

“I wasn’t expecting you to wake up,” she murmurs, stepping away from her project to wrap her arms around his waist.

“What are you doing?” He returns the hug, sleepily resting his head on her shoulder, feeling her relax under his embrace.

“I couldn’t sleep and was craving something sweet, so I made cookies.” Leonardo only smiles at the excitement in her voice. Releasing his grip on her, he follows her back to the counter. Sure enough there are two bowls of cookies sitting on the counter, reaching to the rim of one bowl, Leonardo swipes his finger before she can swat his hand away.

“Eating cookie dough raw isn’t good for you!” she lightly scolds, trying to hide her amusement at the vampire’s antics.

“Well then you would just have to take care of me” He murmurs, wrapping his arms back around her and resting his head on her shoulder. He watches as she adds the cookie dough to the sheets, getting it ready for the oven.

“What is this kind?” he points to the other bowl and Mc smiles fondly.

“Gingerbread dough, I made it earlier. I was supposed to make them tomorrow, but since I couldn’t sleep, I figured it would be good to shape and bake them tonight so we just have to decorate them tomorrow.” She explains, adding the last cookies of the first batter to the tray. Leonardo takes the tray from her, placing them in the oven for her.

When he returns to her side, she has the rolling pin out and is getting ready to roll out the gingerbread dough.

“Here let me help Cara Mia” he whispers in her ear, his arms wrapping around her. His hands cover hers on the pin, his warmth surrounding her. Letting out a relaxed sigh, she breathes in his scent, feeling his arms move as they roll out the dough together. She tells stories about making cookies when she was younger, the memories playing in her head. When her voice fades, the only sound is their combined breathing and the faint notes of Mozart’s piano.

“There” She lets out a sigh as they place the rolling pin down, looking at the spread of dough. Moving away to check on the other cookies, she giggles when she turns back to the counter. Leonardo has the small box of cookie cutters out and is trying to choose the best cutter.

“Who said we need to pick one? Let’s choose a couple of cutters to use” she suggests, looking over his arm at the selection. He raises his arm so she can step back under and into his warm embrace.

“How about the classic gingerbread man cutter, a tree and a present?” Leonardo suggests, picking each one up and Mc lets out a nod. Settling back in his arms, she presses each one into the dough, setting them on the tray after. Slowly the tray is filled with an army of christmas cookies. Humming Christmas songs again, Mc smiles when Leonardo’s voice joins in, humming the songs with her.

As the smell of cookies fills the air, Mc hurries over to the oven, pulling out the perfectly made chocolate chip cookies, letting out a grateful sigh.

“I thought I overcooked them, I was so nervous” She comments, leaving them on the rack to cool. She picks up the finished tray of gingerbread cookies, slipping them into the oven as well. Letting out a sigh, she tilts her face up to the ceiling, breathing in the smell of the cookies.

They work together to clean up the mess on the counters, making sure every speck is put away. The gingerbread cookies take the place of the now cooled cookies on the rack. MC hides the plate of cookies for tomorrow. Turning off the ove, she picks up the one extra cookie she made. Sitting on the counter next to the rack, she pulls apart the still semi warm cookie and hands Leonardo half.

“A treat for helping,” she giggles, watching him carefully as he eats the treat.

“Fitting that a sweet girl like you makes such a sweet treat” he whispers, and Mc blushes, her eyes lighting up at the smile spreading across his face. Shutting her eyes, she takes a bite of her cookie, letting the flavors melt against her tongue.

A giggle catches her throat when Leonardo's lips press against hers out of no where.The grandfather clock in the parlor chimes midnight just as their lips part. His golden eyes gaze down at her.

“I love you Cara Mia, now come, let's go back to bed. ”

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire fluff #ikevamp leonardo #leonardo da vinci

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

Warnings: Likely incorrect french, short fic, Female reader on period.

Request: No.

Words: 461.

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"Ma Chérie?"

Comte ignored the large waft of blood that hit his nose the moment he opened the door to your shared room, quietly stepping in and closing it behind him. The floorboards creaked under the shuffling of his shoes as he slid them off, seeing you curled up in bed in a tired heap of pain and misery.

"Oh dearest," He sighed out, sitting down on the bed next to you. Without saying a word you rolled over and curved around him, face buried in his lap. "Have the cramps started up again?"

"Yes." Your answer was muffled against his pantleg, though he heard it all the same. Brushing his fingers through your hair you groaned out, relaxing under his touch as he gently scratched your scalp.

"I've brought you hot cocoa. Sebastion made it was a tad bit more chocolate. Just in case you where craving something sweet."

Comte helped you sit up, bringing the warm cup he'd set on the nightstand moments ago to you. Holding the cup with a firm hand you raised it to your lips, taking a long sip. Breathing out with a steady sigh you offered a smile.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I'm only here to make you feel more at ease for the moment."

"You're too good for me."

"Nonsense. I treat you good because you deserve to be treated good."

Comte pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, walking around to the other side of the bed and carefully climbing in as not to spill the cup in your hands. He offered you an embrace with outstretched arms, pressing another kiss to the top of your head when you'd leaned into his arms.

Pulling you close his hands slipped down to massage your lower back and hips, making you sigh at the uplift of pain.

"Is that enjoyable? I hear women cramp here." Comte murmured, breath ghosting over your ear. His fingers kept moving, pressing into your hips to rub out some of the pain.

"Yes." Your words came out a steady sigh, "Very nice." You murmured, he chuckled against your neck, pressing soft kisses across your collarbone. You took another sip of the hot cocoa, comfortable as can be in his arms.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I do not know, Chérie. I wonder what would have happened had you not have walked through that door."

His lips pressed against your cheek this time, his fingers coming up from your hips to pull some hair behind your ear before continuing to massage you.

You may have still been in pain, though with Comte the pain was just a bit more bearable.

#x reader #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire #ikemen comte #comte de saint germain #fluff

[cloudcountry]

GOING ON A BAKERY DATE WITH THEO

SUMMARY: theo "takes you out for a walk." (read: takes you out on a date to a bakery)

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THEO!!! I HOPE I DO HIM JUSTICE </33 i havent even played his route oops

“stop drooling all over the place, hondje. if you were wagging your tail any harder you’d have knocked down the display outside.”

you decide to ignore theo’s jab. you’re much too focused on the delicious looking pastries and delicately crafted cakes and powdered sugar dusted treats to care about a silly nickname, no matter how affectionate it may be.

theo grabs your hand and tugs you up to the counter, a soft grin on his face that you almost miss. his grip is tender, even though a man like him seems so rough and oh, how you love him so, because he’s such a tease and such a hard worker and loves his brother and loves you and always does his best to protect you both, and he’s always putting his best foot forward and treating you so well and—

“what would you like?” he asks, and that's when you realize just how long you were probably zoned out, staring at him like he was the pastry you wanted from the menu.

oops.

the two of you place your orders and wait at a nearby table, with you occasionally kicking theo’s shoes and him kicking you back. you don’t know if he realizes it, but each time you kick him he smiles.

he’s adorable. you’re in love with him.

and that fact only becomes more clear when he scoops up your treats, handing you your order with a gentle smile on his face and a reminder not to drool over it.

you smack a kiss onto his cheek and thank him for taking you out, and you can tell it takes all of his restraint not to pull you close and kiss you the way he wants to.

you know him well enough to know he'll make up for it.

#wow 300 words EXACTLY #kat <3 #auburn talks ikevamp <3 #auburn's fics <3 #ikemen #ikevamp #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo fluff #ikevamp theo x reader #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp theodorus fluff #ikevamp theodorus x reader