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xxsycamore · 1 year

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🍕 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙃𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙀𝙮𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘼 𝘽𝙞𝙜 𝙋𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙖 𝙋𝙞𝙚,

► A story about Italian vampires, secret admirers, and pizza.

Galileo x MC • rating: G • wordcount: 1,863 • characters: mc, galileo, francis, leonardo, napoleon, comte, dazai • tags: Pizza; Secret admirer; Romance; Cliché; Feelings Realization; Crack treated seriously • masterlist

a/n: I don't know. I don't know.

I blame the English Ikesen twitter for informing me it's international pizza day (in a very creative way), which led to me going "haha three italians in ikevamp" which made me remember one very bad movie full of pizza and cliché, which led to me coming up with this. I don't even like pizza that much.

Idk if I should label this as crack, but don't take it seriously either way.

MC and Galileo's first encounter described in this fic is canon and you can read a translation of it here - many thanks to @cirillafionariannon

I wanted to try my hand at writing for our new two vamps, and this could also be an early Valentine's Day fic! Hope you enjoy!

Fun statistics!: the word pizza appears 33 times in this fic.

Leonardo was in Comte's room, lounging around with a drink and listening about his friend's most recent trip to the 21st century. While Leonardo was a man with passion for knowledge, not everything that Comte talked in great detail about was to Leonardo's interest. Mind trailing off in random directions while supposedly continuing to be a good listener, he suddenly feels the need to interrupt his friend.

Waving a hand in the air and looking over the Gucci shades that Comte actually bought for himself, he motions a pause.

"Forget about that, tell me if they made an International Pizza Day in the future yet."

"…Why, there actually is a day like that. It's the 9th of February, if I remember right."

***

With a little over a week remaining until Pizza Day, or Just Another Thursday as 19th century Parisians know it, Leonardo mobilizes the mansion into preparing something grandiose for the occasion.

"We're going to feed the whole of Paris with pizza."

MC blinks in apparent bewilderment. With the amount of crazy stuff happening around the mansion already, one would think that feeding the whole of Paris with pizza would find its place low in her list.

They're all gathered in the kitchen as if it's some kind of conference hall, with Leonardo using a blackboard to illustrate his schemes. So far he's drawn just one giant pizza taking all of the blackboard. He taps the chalk against the board.

"Think of it as a charity. While everyone would be free to help as well as consume, we'll prioritize those who are in need."

Dazai raises a hand. "Let me guess, you always wanted to invent a giant stove and this is your mastermind plan."

Leonardo enthusiastically points at Dazai with the chalk in his hand, "Esatto! But not exactly a stove. While fixing various gadgets for people in town, I had this idea of making a massive hot plate," he draws an oval under the oval supposed to be pizza, "which is a metal plate heated by charcoal underneath. Some of you will help me assemble it, others will get the word around town. And for those who are incompetent with cooking pizza…"

"I can give out a lesson or two." Napoleon says, with a raised hand. "I love the idea. I have volunteered in food banks a couple of times already around town. I'd be glad to help."

"Heh, Napoleon, knew you had that Italian blood still running hot in you. Alright then, it's settled."

***

MC is in her bed, staring a hole through the wall. Eating in bed is something she rarely indulges in, moreso if it's pizza, but she can't help it. As she chews with eyes squinted in deep concentration, she tries and tries to make just any connection between recent events and the possible reason behind all of this.

Just a couple of days ago, some white haired guy with a half-up hairstyle started coming to the mansion.

"Pizza delivery! Miss, that's for you. You don't owe anything. Enjoy! Bye!"

Wait, pizza delivery in the 19th century? It was strange the first time, and it's still strange the tenth time it happened. Some of the residents advised she don't eat it, but in the course of events (and hunger) she found out that's some damn good pizza. The best she had ever since she came here. And it was addressed to her. Is this a secret admirer situation?! Very strange.

Of course she suspected Leonardo. With his pizza hype recently it only made sense, but also that would be too easy. Placing the box on the nightstand, she sighs and goes over the possible leads in her head one more time.

***

The next day she takes Napoleon's pizza cooking class and conveniently stays behind until everyone else leaves the kitchen - namely Vincent, Mozart, and Jean. Napoleon takes the bait and praises her efforts at perfecting her pizza-cooking skills, being more than willing to give her some extra lessons.

Then they have clichéd and intimate dough kneading moment where he stands behind her and guides her hands; she pokes her nose into some private topics as carefully as she could, taking the conversation in the direction of love and cooking a meal full of love. Still, nothing she samples for the sake of learning tastes nearly the same as that same pizza delivered to the mansion's door every night.

***

Looking out of the window up at the moon that is nearly full, MC can't help but remember about a recent encounter with a strange man. It happened when she had to deliver some Blanc to Isaac who was working late at the university. In one classroom there was a white haired man with beautiful purple eyes looking through an old-fashioned telescope. There was something intriguing about him; about the shooting star they saw together, the timing, his comment about "still looking at the stars even in this day and age". The name he introduced himself with. All of it, full of mystery.

And yet the biggest mystery of her life currently revolves around pizza.

***

The man with white half-up hair approaches the merchant brig ship has recently docked at the Seine. Night has long fallen but the light inside is unmistakable; of course it's his friend baking pizza again. On his ship, nonetheless.

"Again, Galileo? That's the sixth time this week. I'm not going out this time. And please be careful not to burn down the ship, okay?"

The other whitehaired man doesn't as much as acknowledge the other's presence, too absorbed in his craft. The parmesan falls from between his fingers like a snowstorm over a tomato-red sea; in the next second he's at the cutting board; going left and right like a madman. Or like someone inlove.

The other sighs.

"I'm hearing something about a pizza charity in town. Basically everyone's gonna cook a giant pizza together and then give pieces away. Sounds like your thing, eh?"

Galileo's eyes dart towards his friend for a mere second, his hands never pausing.

"Where are you taking all my pizzas to, anyway? And I'm not participating."

"As you wish."

He exits the kitchen, opting for the company of the moon outside instead. The gentle lull of the waves make him crave a nap ever if it's technically close to his sleeping time. He notices the telescope nearby, unused by his friend in some time, which is awfully unusual of him.

"Man, this stress-cooking is going to ruin him."

***

The day finally arrives. The masses are buzzing around the square where Leonardo shows his invention that aims to leave everyone with a stomach full of delicious pizza, so long as there are enough hands to help. And they are. Soon the place gets overcrowded, the air smells like heaven, and the chilly February day gets as hot as a midsummer one.

All MC can think about is her secret admirer. With all the pizza being passed around and under her nose, she swears she's not crazy when she claims she didn't catch a whiff of That One Pizza. Will the whitehaired man be here today? Is it him, after all, stating that all he does is deliver it to her door, yet lying? No, there was no trace of such feelings in his demeanor; not the thrill of seeing her, nor the hope of learning something more about her in those short encounters. He was merely a proxy. But whose?

Defeated, the reason why the smile hasn't already left her face is solely the fact that she saw a lot of happy people today. Pizza really does bring people together; Leonardo was right all along. He was excellent at what he did, but he did it only with the people in mind; not a lover, much less her. She liked helping him today. And Napoleon too, who thankfully didn't think anything about her strange behavior the other day.

***

With the sound of street musicians who joined the celebration drifting in the distance, MC walks along the Seine, admiring the moonlight dancing on the surface. The noise and the hustle had gotten to her, so this little walk was welcomed, and it matched the feeling in her heart. The emptiness wasn't only there, though.

"Haha… I made so much pizza yet it seems like I didn't eat anything all day."

"I can see that. The growling of this belly of yours could be heard all the way here."

Eyes widening at the sound of that voice, she looks at the direction of a docked ship. The man exiting it seemed familiar, along with the voice, and it took just a couple of seconds to remember.

"Ahh, you're the…"

"The man with the telescope. I didn't think we'd meet again."

Right, this is the man who introduced himself as Galileo. The silence was awkward, his earlier comment not helping much, but she still felt good about seeing a familiar face. Though, they're barely more than strangers. Or maybe after having their second encounter, they're not strangers anymore?

MC stares at the fullmoon high in the sky, and surprisingly, so does Galileo. She giggles and breaks the silence.

"It's like a big pizza pie."

That's the single most absurd thing Galileo Galilei has ever heard in his life, being a person who devoted himself to astrology.

He scuffs at her remark, too taken aback to even say anything that won't ridicule her. He decides to spare her.

"So? Are you hungry? I've got some pizza on the ship."

Ah, pizza again.

"Sounds great."

Hoping for a distraction, she followed him on the ship. If anything, with all the pizza flavors she tasted recently, her palate would hopefully forget about the one that her secret admirer makes for her. What a silly story. She's sure it all ends tonight, the person likely pranking the whole of Comte's mansion in relation to the whole pizza cooking event or something.

"What a yummy smell. I must be really hungry. Did you make this yourself, Galileo?"

The man visibly tenses a little, possibly at the fact that she remembers his name. He should've given her a different one, after all.

"Yes."

MC bites into the piece, mind elsewhere. She wonders if she'll be sick of pizza ever since today.

Wait.

The flavors clash in her receptors and realization hits all at once; she looks at Galileo.

This taste!

"It's you."

The man with the beautiful purple eyes hums at her, without a clue what she is talking about. He hasn't shared his pizza recipe with everyone other than Francis, the look of recognition on MC's face not making sense to him.

He would soon come to know; but not tonight.

With the assurance that she must be mistaking him for someone else; and with the need to help her get home due to the late hour, their second encounter soon comes to an end.

And for Galileo, who barely kept his composure in the face of the one he strangely fell hopelessly inlove with, he swears he'll make sure this time it truly would be their last.

Unless the stars have other plans for him.

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 4 months

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Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

A few days have passed since Professor Maury and Drake took me to their house.

Sebastian: "Mitsuki, you said you've been having bad dreams lately. Are you okay?"

Mitsuki: "Oh, yes. I'm sorry for worrying you."

I said that, but the truth is, I'm still having nightmares.

(I sometimes have the same dream, and other times a different one.)

(But in every dream, I'm still a Dhampir.)

Sebastian: "They said that dreams can be either auspicious or ominous. Some historical figures achieved great things by taking their dreams as omens."

Sebastian: "Scary dreams are sometimes considered a sign of good luck, so why not treat them like fortune-telling?"

Mitsuki: "Hehe. That's a good idea."

I smiled appreciatively at Sebastian's concern.

(But the dreams I see are a little different from ordinary ones.)

(They're so vivid, almost as if they're pleading with me in sorrow.)

As I pondered this, Sebastian exclaimed next to me.

Sebastian: "We've run out of essential seasoning for tonight's menu."

Sebastian: "Mitsuki, could you accompany me to do some shopping? I need to visit a few stores."

Mitsuki: "Sure."

After arriving in town, we decided to split up. By the time I finished my part, the sun had begun to set.

(I think I got everything we need. Sebastian should be finishing up soon.)

I was looking at my shopping list as I made my way to our meeting place when一

Dog voice: "Woof!"

(Was that a dog's voice? It sounded like a scream.)

Suddenly, a high-pitched cry caught my attention, and I went into the back alley to look for the source of it.

There I found一

Child 1: "Haha, look at this filthy mutt!"

Puppy: *Whimper*

Child 2: "Dogs have to obey humans, you know!"

Several children were bullying a brown-haired puppy, poking it with a stick, and threatening it.

Mitsuki: "What do you think you're doing?!"

In a moment of panic, I moved to intervene, but something raced past me and leaped into the midst of the children.

Suddenly, a large dog with a gray coat appeared.

(Huh? A wild dog!?)

Stray Dog: "Grrr."

Child 1: "Whoa!? What's this thing!?"

The wild dog stood protectively over the puppy, glaring menacingly.

The children's faces immediately tensed as the dog, nearly their own height, appeared out of nowhere.

Child 2: "Shoo! Go away!!"

One of the children, holding a small stone, raised it, ready to throw it at the stray dog.

Mitsuki: "No, don't do that!"

I instinctively intervened, and the flying pebbles struck my arms and legs.

Mitsuki: "Ouch!"

Child 1: "Now's our chance, run!"

I crouched down in pain, and the children hurriedly ran away.

(My leg is bleeding, but I'm sure it'll heal just fine.)

Puppy: *Whimper*

I turned at the faint whimper and saw the puppy peeking at me from behind the wild dog.

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry for startling you. Are you both okay?"

Wild dog?: "........"

(This dog seems to be protecting the puppy. For now, it doesn't seem like it's going to attack.)

The wild dog seemed more cautious than alert, observing my actions.

Its eyes, upon closer inspection, had a purple hue, giving me a sense of déjà vu.

(The puppy's front paw is bleeding.)

It must have been injured earlier.

Mitsuki: "Will you let me patch that poor baby's paw?"

I took out my handkerchief and quietly addressed the dog, ensuring not to agitate it.

The wild dog seemed to understand my intention and moved away from the puppy.

(What a smart dog. Maybe it belongs to someone.)

(But it seems quite wild for a pet.)

As I wrapped the puppy's leg with the handkerchief...

???: "Sidereus, there you are."

(Huh? That voice.)

Recognizing the familiar voice, I turned around to see Professor Maury standing there.

Maury: "It's you again."

Mitsuki: "Hello. What a coincidence."

Seeing Maury's frowning expression, my voice unintentionally became sharper.

(I'm not trying to meet him on purpose, so why do we keep running into each other like this?)

Wild dog?: *Bark*

As I blurted that in my mind, the wild dog barked and walked towards him, sitting obediently by his feet.

(Come to think of it, he called the dog Sidereus earlier.)

Mitsuki: "Is that dog yours?"

Maury: "It's not a dog, but a wolf."

Mitsuki: "W-Wolf!?"

Surprised, I inadvertently raised my voice, thinking it was just a dog.

(This is the first time I've seen one up close. Is it okay to approach?)

Wolves are fierce creatures.

As I shivered with realization, he spoke as if he could see through me.

Maury: "Don't worry. Wolves don't attack humans."

Mitsuki: "I see."

Maury: "As long as you don't recklessly provoke it. Humans tend to exaggerate the ferocity of wolves due to twisted knowledge."

Mitsuki: "I see. Since it was trying to protect the puppy earlier, it must be a gentle creature at heart."

Mitsuki: "Thank you very much."

Sidereus: *Bark*

Maury: "........."

Suddenly, the wolf called Sidereus grabbed the hem of his cloak and tugged at it.

Maury: "What's the matter, Sidereus?"

Sidereus: *Bark*

Maury: "........."

Sidereus turned his head toward me as if wanting to say something.

He glanced alternately between me and the puppy behind me, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

Maury: "Humans are truly foolish."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Maury: "They harm and persecute the weak, and that foolishness remains unchanged throughout time."

He muttered to himself and then approached me, grabbing my wrist.

Mitsuki: "What are you doing?"

Maury: "I'm going to stop the bleeding. Follow me."

Caught off guard by his unexpected words, I hurriedly tried to pull my hand back, but Professor Maury wouldn’t let go.

Mitsuki: “If that’s the case, I can do it myself. I have a handkerchief.”

Maury: “Isn’t that handkerchief wrapped around the puppy’s leg yours?”

(Oh, right.)

Puppy: *Whine*

He looked down at the puppy whining at my feet and calmly said:

Maury: “If you want to avoid getting mistreated by humans again, you better leave.”

Seemingly intimidated by him, the puppy took a step back, then looked at me and barked before slowly walking into the alley.

Mitsuki: “I’m glad he can walk.”

Maury: “........”

Maury: “Let’s go.”

He led me to the square and made me sit on the edge of the fountain, pouring water over the injured area.

Mitsuki: “........”

I endured the pain as the wound stung more than I anticipated. Then he took out his handkerchief to wrap it around the wound, but I hurriedly stopped him.

Mitsuki: “Your handkerchief will get dirty! I’m fine now.”

Maury: “What’s the point if I don’t stop the bleeding? Or are you going to leave it dripping everywhere?”

Maury: “It’s annoying to have the smell lingering around.”

(Lingering around?)

(It’s nice of him to treat the wound, but if it’s annoying him, he could just leave it.)

Maury: “Moreover, judging by the situation, you defended the puppy and Sidereus.”

Maury: “In that case, I owe you.”

His words made me blink.

(So, it’s a thank you?)

Honestly, I didn't really sense that kind of attitude from him, and it didn't seem like mere kindness either, but...

(Is he someone who sticks to his principles?)

As he wrapped the handkerchief around my leg, much like I did for the puppy, I noticed something.

Maybe it was the water or perhaps his naturally low body temperature, but his occasionally cold hand against my skin felt ticklish.

After wrapping the handkerchief, he looked up, and his purple eyes reflected me.

(Oh, I see. I just realized.)

The familiarity I felt in Sidereus's eyes was from him.

Maury: "Are there any other places that hurt?"

Mitsuki: "My arm."

I couldn't even bring myself to hesitate, so I just told him honestly.

As he rolled up the sleeve of my blouse and examined the wound, I couldn't bear the silence and searched for a way to start a conversation.

Townsperson 1: "The Paris Expo was amazing! Especially that huge telescope!"

Townsperson 2: "Yeah, I was surprised at how big it was. It was indeed the world's largest telescope."

(They were returning from the Expo.)

(Come to think of it, he's an astronomy professor.)

Mitsuki: "Um, did you happen to go to the Paris World's Fair? The highlight seems to have been the giant telescope."

When I tried to break the silence by throwing out a topic I had found, he let out an exasperated sigh.

Maury: "That telescope was too large to be practical for astronomical observations. It was basically a front they put up for the World's Fair."

Mitsuki: "I see. I had no idea."

Maury: "Those in power are more interested in showcasing the country's prestige than pursuing the truth."

I sensed a tinge of discomfort in his voice.

(He seems more lamenting than irritated.)

Mitsuki: "That's somehow sad, isn't it?"

Mitsuki: "There should be things more important than just appearances."

Maury: "........."

(When I heard about him from Isaac before, I thought he might be someone who confronts truth for the sake of principles.)

Mitsuki: "I hope the importance of pursuing truth, as you say, gets through."

I spoke my mind, and he glanced at me for a moment, then averted his gaze.

Maury: "It won't."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Maury: "Humans are creatures who define what's convenient for themselves as truth."

Maury: "Even if the truth is revealed, if it's inconvenient, they'll be condemned and excluded."

Maury: "I know of a fool who pursued the truth despite knowing this and ended up with a life sentence."

(I wonder if that person is his friend.)

He quietly and decisively labeled someone a fool, but I didn't see it that way.

Mitsuki: "I don't think that guy is a fool."

Maury: "What?"

Mitsuki: "If he ended up with a life sentence, it means there were people around who opposed him or hid the truth."

Mitsuki: "Persisting with your beliefs and pursuing the truth amidst such adversaries is not that easy, you know?"

Maury: "........."

Mitsuki: "For me, that person is braver than anyone else."

Maury: "........"

(Professor Maury?)

He lowered his gaze, concealing the lonely expression hidden behind his amethyst eyes.

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rhiannapenelope · 24 days

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Me internally screaming because of his gentle smile despite him being cold:

Dear Mr. Galilei,

Marry me and make me your Ms. Galilei

We'll have a lot of kids, trust me

Dump that sh*tty knowing of truth...

I'm here, daddy 🥺❤️

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spring-archive701 · 1 year

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Drew a sketch of one of the new guys in ikevamp hehe

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nightkarmaqueen · 1 year

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Wait--

What kind of vampire are Galilei and Francis? Pure blood? Demi? Lesser? If they’re Lesser Vampire, who might have resurrected them? Comte? Vlad?

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letterstoear · 1 month

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Ikemen Vampire inspired jewelry part 2

In addition to the first set, I'm proud to announce the second addition to the collection. With this set I decided to include necklaces and bracelets, but not so much on earrings.

Purchase from my shop here: Shop — Letters to Ear (squarespace.com)

The necklaces are $12 each and the bracelets are $8 each. If you live outside of the U.S and would like to purchase please DM for further information.

Johann Georg Faust Despicable Love

Faust's necklace is a reversable chocker, one side is a velvet nightly blue and other side is a maroon satin ribbon. I figured it would be nice to use the MC's colors along with his.

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Napoleon Bonaparte Tie Me With Your Love

Napoleon's necklace features a ribbon closure which you can use to feature a bow on the side, front or even back. This time around I went with his signature colors in a more simplistic chocker necklace.

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Isaac Newton Tinted Love

Unlike the other suitors in this collection, Isaac's jewelry item is a bracelet. I made this with the idea of items he would collect along a walk with his lover.

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Graceful Love

Made with glass beads this necklace is inspired by Mozart's color pallet. I wanted something that would be delicate and gentle, so I went with softer colors and chose to not include purple. Another color Mozart is often associated with.

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Galileo Galilei Did Our Love Shine Or Did it Blaze?

One of the newer suitors to the game I took inspiration from Galileo who has yet to come to the English server. This was made in mind with what kind of necklace Galileo would gift his lover.

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Charles-Henri Sanson Chained by Love

Charles' necklace is more of a streetwear style instead of a elegant chocker. I chose this style because I felt as though Charles would wear something similar in modern day.

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archiveikemen · 9 months

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AGF 2023 Illustrations

Featured Characters:

(from left to right)

Ikemen Villains — William Rex, Harrison Gray, Elbert Greetia, Alfons Sylvatica, Jude Jazza, Liam Evans.

Ikemen Prince — Chevalier Michel, Clavis Lelouch, Leon Dompteur, Licht Klein, Gilbert von Obsidian, Silvio Ricci.

Ikemen Genjiden — Minamoto no Yoritomo, Tamamo, Taira no Shigehira, Minamoto no Yoshitsune, Nasu no Yoichi, Sutoku / Akihito.

Ikemen Sengoku — Oda Nobunaga, Date Masamune, Naoe Kanetsugu, Akechi Mitsuhide, Uesugi Kenshin, Tokugawa Ieyasu.

Ikemen Vampire — Vlad, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Issac Newton, Galileo Galilei, Leonardo Da Vinci, Arthur Conan Doyle.

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klutzyroses · 3 months

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Ironic, Poetic And Beautiful

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Drake x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,094

Summary: Y/N is pregnant with Drake's baby and she can't help but think if he understands the irony of that. And if he'd be okay with it.

Tags: Female reader, fluff, Spoilers for Drake's route, pregnancy, morning sickness, post Drake's route, reader having a lot of thoughts while cuddling

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The beautiful woman moaned tiredly, leaning back against the man she loved as he sat on the couch, catching her breath while the nausea subsided. She had not really wanted to kick off the morning by throwing up while Drake held her hair back, but the little one inside her had different plans. At 12 weeks, the morning sickness was very much going strong, in fact, it was kicking her ass like she owed it money. That was part of the reason she had agreed to live in the hideout that Drake once shared with his companion, Galileo Galilei. Mostly to be close to him and also because there was little sense in staying so far away from the father of her baby. And both the residents and Drake himself agreed that it wouldn't have been in Y/N's best interest to be traveling back and forth all the time…mostly because the previous carriage rides had sent her nausea and aches through the roof. Thus she packed her things and was living out the pregnancy with her beloved sailor and the father to be. She sighed in comfort as his hand rubbed soothing circles into her soft belly, his voice low in her ear.

“Feel better, little fawn?” His silky voice sent pleasant chills down her spine and calmed her nerves as she relaxed against him further, opening her eyes to look up at him with a faint but genuine smile.

Her smile was returned, aquamarine eyes softening as the early morning’s soft gold rays reflected from the windows into the limpid irises, bringing out the warmth and love in his gaze. Her heart melted at the sight. There was once a time when Drake’s eyes were cold and empty, dark like the bottom of the sea, piercing like ice shards. She once shivered and quaked under that sharp gaze, but now, he looked upon her with care, like she was the precious treasure he had expressed that she was. And now she carried his child within her, a testament of their love and how far Drake had come, from the destructive, hateful pirate that he once was. She giggled to herself, she was sure that he himself wasn't entirely aware of his own growth. He'd always had such little faith in the kindness of others, as well as his own, even if she could see it plain as day. She knew that because she remembered how wonderful he was when she told him she was pregnant. At the time, she genuinely feared that he would run for it. Vanish out of her life, passing through it like a storm, leaving her in pieces.

'He's done it before, after all…' The melancholic thought struck her briefly, but dissipated when she thought of his reaction. She had never seen such a bright smile on his face as he picked her up and spun her around, his eyes brighter than the sky that day. It was then that she had realized that her fears, while not unfounded, were in fact, unnecessary, because he had fully accepted her and their baby, claimed them both as his own. She had since promised herself to trust him more. She bit her lip to keep her smile from growing larger, to little effect as she cuddled closer to him, listening to his heartbeat.

“Mhm. We’re okay now. Sorry…” She murmured, a bit sheepish, as she had woken Drake up with her retching earlier that morning and he had found her curled up on the floor, her hair a complete mess and her face pale. Not her finest moment, but she got cuddles out of it so...

“Whatever you’re apologizing for, it's okay, little fawn.” He shook his head with a wry smile before placing his hand on her stomach, feeling the beginnings of a bump starting to peek through.

“Hey kid, you’re being too rough with your mom, having her be sick everywhere.” He teasingly tickled her belly slightly, making Y/N laugh and squirm.

“Be nicer to her. Okay, Baby Drake?” His voice took on a softer tone, his thumb gently caressing her. Y/N blushed sweetly as she was soothed by his presence, by his touch, by his warmth, by his love as his words took pause in her mind.

Baby Drake. First born of Francis Drake, the dhampir and…last of the pureblood family. How funny fate could be. Remembering how she once witnessed the life of her beloved, she understood why family was a touchy subject to Drake. After seeing the frankly shocking way his supposed family treated him and his mother, she had been very hesitant to tell him of her pregnancy. But seeing how much he already cared about his child, she was confident that the hatred so prominent in the prejudiced household would not spill onto her baby. Thank goodness for that, though she herself could not help but note something funny about the whole thing.

In his pursuit of revenge, Drake had stolen the spear used to kill his mother and wiped the purebloods that shared his name off the map. None was spared if she recalled. She had witnessed him putting an end to the head of the family- who she wouldn’t have minded getting into the ring with, she had a pair of boxing gloves waiting, but that was probably the hormones talking- with that spear. Effectively ending the Drake lineage…save for himself. The only one remaining of the family of purebloods, a dhampir, the ‘stain’ on the noble house. She had to wonder what they would think of the fact that he was expecting a child…

Okay, she knew fully well what they would think of it, and what they would do about it, she saw it with her own eyes. She tensed up, feeling a wave anxiety at the idea of anyone putting her child through what Drake was subjected to. It made her sick to her stomach- for the second time that day- to even imagine it, though it wasn’t plausible. The Drake family was gone.

'But is it really?' The thought suddenly occurred to her as she glanced down at her stomach. Francis Drake was the last Drake…but that wasn’t quite accurate, was it? Her baby was a Drake. So the way she saw it, Drake ended the bloodline…and started it anew. She wasn’t sure what her child would be. Human? What was the half of a dhampir called? Either way, the noble purebloods, who so loathed the humans that were beneath them, were to be survived only by a hated dhampir and a human. The only way anyone would ever know the name ‘Drake’ existed was because of the dhampir child they persecuted. She felt a hint of smugness snaking in her chest. Oh, the irony.

“Irony of what?” Oh. Had she said that last part out loud? Y/N looked up to the inquisitive gaze of the pirate with a slightly embarrassed smile.

“Ah…sorry, I was just thinking out loud…it’s nothing,” Her vague answer prompted Drake to tilt his head curiously, making her internally swoon from how sweet he looked, so sweet that she couldn't resist pressing her lips to his cheek, softly kissing it.

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind, or do I have to get it out of you?” His eyes narrowed slightly as he gave a sly smile, his fingers hovering on her sides with the silent threat of tickling. She squeaked.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you!” She huffed as he smirked at her. He always won. She hesitated for a second, it wasn’t exactly a happy subject, how was she supposed to bring it up?

…Oh well. Might as well rip the bandaid off.

“I was thinking about your family…Or, the Drake family. The purebloods, I mean.” She finished awkwardly as Drake’s expression gave way to surprise. She quickly spoke to clarify.

“I mean I…remembered what happened with…your mother…” She faltered when Drake’s expression grew blank, but pushed on. “And I couldn’t help but think about what they’d think if they saw you now…and that it’d be kind of…funny, in an ironic kind of way?”

“Ironic how?”

“Well…you, kind of…well, you got rid of them all.” She sighed, no point in skirting around it.

“And?” It didn’t really seem to faze him either way, seeing how his expression didn’t even stir. She occupied herself by looking down at her belly, which still had his hand on it.

“You’re the ‘disgrace’ on that family name, right? The mistake? Well…I think it’s funny that the child…the dhampir they thought was a flaw, is actually the only reason the name ‘Drake’ lives on.”

“...Huh?” His unreadable face became written with bemusement. She lifted her gaze to meet his.

“You wiped out the Drake family. That makes you the last one. But nobody would even know that last name if it weren’t for you. In the future, you’re the one who’s stamped in history, not them. You’re the one who made something of yourself. They were just a noble vampire family. Big deal, plenty of those out there. But you? You earned your greatness. It’s Francis Drake you find in the history books. Drake is your name, you just claimed it from the people who denied you. And I think that’s funny. Poetic actually.” She placed her hand over his, on her stomach, where new life grew inside her.

“And if that weren’t enough, the next generation of ‘Drake’ is going to be carried on by dhampirs and humans. That’s hilarious. You’ve permanently soiled their precious bloodline for centuries to come. That’s the ultimate revenge. And you, Francis the dhampir, accomplished that…” She smiled at him sweetly, a hint of mischief in her sparkling eyes as she tapped his nose with her finger.

“By putting your baby…” She squeezed his hand on her stomach.

“In my belly. So I guess what was on my mind, in essence, was just that…You’re incredible, Francis Drake. Thank you for being you, so incredibly you.”

“.....” She was met with silence and the stunned look he sent her way. She began to feel her face turn red. She got carried away. What business did she have to talk about his personal trauma in such an audacious way? She could only imagine how offended he-

“Pfft, hahahaha!”...Why was he laughing? She pouted as the broad shoulders of the pirate shook with badly suppressed snickering, moving away from him in a huff as she glared at him, indignant.

“You…you really thought of all that in 10 seconds? Your mind really wanders, huh?”

“Stop laughing at me!” He chuckles as his laughter dies down to beguile her with a smirk.

“And here I thought my revenge ended when I ended them…You just made it so much better. I never even thought of that.” Drake reached over, cupping her face and stealing his love for a kiss, which she readily melted into. He pulled back to look into her eyes, teasing.

“You’re more vindictive than you look, little fawn. Who thinks like that?”

“You do!”

“Heh, guess I do. I’m rubbing off on you, then.” He stole her lips once more, making her giggle as the expecting couple laughed between playful, mirthful kisses.

“So in other words, you’re my revenge, huh?” She blushed at the question, but bit her lip to suppress an ill-concealed smile. Not originally what her point was about, but she liked the sound of that. His happiness being the greatest revenge to those who hurt him so much.

“Yes…that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Her answer made a softer smile appear on his face as he kissed her again, much softer, much more loving and heartfelt, pulling away and pressing his forehead to hers, pulling her onto his lap as he enveloped her and their unborn baby in his embrace.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you. You and Baby Drake. My treasure, my beautiful revenge.” His tender whisper made her heart sing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, sinking willingly in the safety and comfort of his arms.

“We love you too, my incredible, fearless pirate…”

And she always would be there to make sure his never ending vengeance continued. That he would always be happy, that their child, and any future children, would be loved by their family, the real family she was building with the fearsome pirate.

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hifuminto · 1 year

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Okay question, did anyone notice/have theory why two hot new guys in Ikemen Vampire : Galileo Galilei & Francis Drake.

Wearing same accessories on their left leg and left shoulder? Dang, even their appearance is nearly identical, just swap the color of their eyes with Blue & Purple.

Mysterious indeed.

#ikemen vampire

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y4h3l1n · 3 months

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Mi gringe masterlist, no llores sangre por favor.

Disfruta ~

Tipo/Type:

★ Headcanons

♪ One-shots

↻ AU

❀ series

♡ Fluff

♤ Angst

♧ Random

♢ Smut

Ikemen Vampire

The mansion

Residentes/Residents

Le comte of Saint Germain

↻ - ★ AU APOCALYSIS ZOMBIE Part 1

(Probablemente ❀ en un futuro/Probably ❀ In the future)

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