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shookspearewrites · 2 months

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Yandere(ish) Comte, "My Charlemagne"

Hello my little ducklings! I'm sorry I fell off the face of the Earth for such a long time - Tbh, there's been a load of changes in my life lately and I am just always so busy now that I'm starting my new career >2< I cannot put into words how fucking much I have missed you guys and writing and ikevamp as a whole!

I've just celebrated 1 year with my partner (Mr JJ says hi, say hey to him in the comments ^^) and I'm doing 9 til 5 every day at my work placement so that's my life update, let me know how you've been!

Anyways, I've fallen in love with the song 'Charlemagne' by Blossoms and I wrote this piece while listening to it on repeat on the train - Hope you like it!

-JJ x

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The gentle Comte's sharp golden eyes mirrored his protruding fangs as they pierced through the darkness hanging in cold Parisian air, violence brewing within his usually still core. Usually the lilting, soothing sound of the sweet mademoiselle's laugh would bring a smile to his handsome features, instead now there blossomed a deep scowl, a growl tearing from his throat as another man dared to rest his hand upon his lady's cheek - A man the Count thought of as an old friend, nonetheless. The nobleman snarled at the swirl of cigarillo smoke that hung thick in the air, circling the young lady like a halo as it slowly rose and was no doubt clinging to her clothing, staining it with another man's scent where her delicate, floral perfume should prevail. Where he should be able to smell her delectable blood, like nectar, flowing beneath her impossibly blemishless skin, waiting with baited breath until he could devour her. Her laugh, her blood, her love should've belonged to him, not another - now the dear Comte was no angel, but a Goddess like her deserved nothing less than he and he alone. He didn't like to admit that he was a jealous man, but the evidence was all there: Bloodlust on the tongue, a violent rage brewing in the gut and heartbreak pulling taught the strings within. Comte couldn't bare to watch the romantic scene unfolding by the river bank underneath the sky adorned with flickering stars for another moment. He took a short, sharp swig from the ornate hip flask he carried and turned on his heel, his body heavy like lead, weighed down with torment as he began to return home. Alone.

Time is the only true purgatory.

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arsnovacadenza · 2 years

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FANFIC MASTERLIST

ALSO AVAILABLE ON My Writing Blog, AO3 AND WATTPAD

Ikemen Vampire

Jean x Napoleon

A Monster From Paris (Monsterverse!AU)

and so in my own tears I’m gonna drown

Courting with a Cat

Hope is a Dish too Soon Finished (previously Through His Stomach)

“I could use something to wake me up” (part of Napoleon Birthday Prompt 2020)

if you hate the sunlight, come meet me in the dark

Ikevam 2020 Election Previews:

Jean’s Side

Napoleon’s Side

Punch-Drunk Love

quietly invite me to where you are

Sacred Monsters

Stilts (ft. Napoleon & Isaac)

Sway (Part I, tbc)

Two Hares Running Side by Side (Wartime AU) Part I, Part II, Part III

Une journée des plus joyeuses

Un Paradis Perdu (Napoleon route canon divergence)

you heard that screaming shout in your mind

Modern AU (various pairings)

Tastes Like Diabetes (Napoleon & Isaac ft. jeanpoleon )

Isaac and his Lunch (jeanpoleon, Sebastian x mc, and third-wheeling Isaac)

Ficlets

Hurt/Comfort request from ginshoujo

Napo Route AU Fluff

Rain

that special feeling (Unappreciated Character Month 2020)

when the light gets into your heart, baby

Rated M

Afterglow

Japonesque drabble

Summer Sparks

Toward the Gate of Stars

At your Discretion (Napoleon x Fem!Jean request from Anon)

NSFW longfic Idea (feel free if you’re interested in writing this one!)

Napoleon x Wellington

Standoff (Post-Apocalypse AU)

Angsty fic request from nuclearwinterexe (feat. Napoleon x Josephine)

Isaac x Mozart

Conversation Over (Modern AU)

Stolen Batteries (Modern AU)

Good in Red (Gakuen AU)

Rated M

Easy Breezy

Leonardo x Comte

Buon Giorno (ficlet)

Some Like it that Way

Like the Real Seal

Only if you Hurry (hurt/comfort request from anonymous)

Ficlet:

If Leocomte had a computer

Theodorus x Arthur

Hurt/Comfort fic request from delicateikemenmemes

Reader Inserts

Goldfish Fireworks (Dazai x Reader)

General (Individual Characters/non-slash)

Home (Napoleon-centric with various characters)

In the entire world, a sound only I could hear (Napoleon & Sebastian)

Jean in the Dark (part of Unappreciated Character Month 2020)

Ikemen Sengoku

Nobunaga x Kichou

Ficlets

All’s Well Ends Well (modern AU with OC)

Drinking Habits (modern AU)

Kichou’s snake pet (modern AU)

Untitled shorts (tag)

Wine

Rated T

A Court of Dragons and Fallen Angels (Demon AU, feat. Mitsuhide x Reader)

Rated M

birds of a feather

Make it Right, Till I Die

Stitches

Masamune x Mitsuhide

Ficlets:

Antebellum

Genpei War (Ikegen, Birushana Senki, historical)

Yoshitsune x Benkei

Ikegen ficlet (Rated T)

In Sickness and in Health (Rated G, Modern AU)

Morning After (Rated T, Ikegen-centric)

Pirate!Benkei (Rated T)

Yoshitsune x Shizuka

Male!Shizuka x Fem!Yoshitsune (Rated T)

Yoshitsune x Yoritomo

Crossdressing Yoshitsune (Rated T)

Mea Maxima Culpa (Rated T with mentions of suicide)

No Pairing (Mostly Rated G or T):

Yoritomo raises Yoshitsune

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen genjiden #ganpei war fanfic

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mythiica · 3 years

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amber astrolabe | ikevam | leonardo

The museum looms in front of you, practically swallowing you with its grand glory as it reaches for the sky. Sunlight sparkles in the new windows, yet to be touched by peoples’ hands as they stare into the street. Even from the outside, you can see the top of the arched glass roof letting natural light pour in.

You remember it when it was the train station and how you would sneak past the guards to climb the stairs hidden behind the walls. Tipping your head back, you squint hard against the bright sun to spot the window of your old room on the top floor.

It’s a bad idea to return to the museum– this beautiful building hosts so many memories that are not as wonderful. Still, against your better judgement, you pay your admission ticket like any other tourist that clamours through the doors of the Musée d'Orsay before melting into the crowd.

In honor of the museum's grand opening, more people have gathered to see the new displays for themselves. You were specifically interested in the exhibit that you had read about in the newspaper a few days prior. After nearly five decades, the lost works of a famous artist have resurfaced. A trove of sketches – namely hundreds of half-finished drawings of an unknown woman. Pieces of her face were scattered across blueprints, hidden on the backs of oil paintings, and even etched into the lacquer of strange wooden contraptions.

You walk past the main exhibit, not really having an interest in seeing the Mona Lisa again. Still, the painting smiles at you from over the churning sea of heads, as if she knows something you do not.

Now in the traveling exhibit, you take your time, pacing around to admire the art. You marvel at the broken wing of a plane that did not survive a test run, awe at the elaborate blueprint of a flying machine with gold sails, and even laugh at the obligatory comedic comment that this mystery artist must have had an obsession with someone.

However, from the corner of your eye, you notice something glinting in the spotlight just a few meters away. As you approach it, you can’t help but be a tad bit sad to see that it has lost its original shine over the years – in fact, you had held the astrolabe when it was brand new. The hands of the device point towards the end of the exhibit just beyond the corner, but you don’t pay it much attention. Instead, you search your memory, thinking hard to collect the pieces of the past before you can fall against the events that transpired nearly a lifetime ago.

“Cara mia, close your eyes. I have a gift for you.”

“If you drop a screw in my hand again and say you found it behind my ear, I’m going to throw it at you!”

His laugh rumbles deep in his chest, but you close your eyes to humor him. Without wasting a moment, he takes your hand and presses a cold, circular object into your palm. “You can look now.”

Your eyes flutter open, but you don’t know what to say. “A pocket watch? Did you steal this from Arthur?!”

“No.” He pulls the lid back to reveal a much more complicated interior. You take a moment to admire the fine engravings around the edge of the disk before your eyes graze over the centre of the object: an oblong piece of metal resembling the hands of a clock stretch across the diameter, overlapping the intricate second layer that sits atop what looks like a miniature map of the world. It is a deep copper color, and you immediately think of his eyes. They are nearly the same shade of amber, so deep and intoxicating that you wonder if he made it like this on purpose. “It is an astrolabe.”

“Well, it looks like you took a watch and a compass and made some… strange hybrid. What does it do?”

When he cups his hand over yours, your breath catches in the back of your throat. His hands are so large and warm. “It’s used to calculate the position of the Sun and other stars in the sky. Here, I’ll show you.” Now, his fingers lace with yours, the astrolabe pressed between your palms. It fits there perfectly, as if it were made to be held by your hand and his.

The two of you step over the incredible mess that has accumulated over the past week. No matter how hard you try, this place always remains a mess. It is no use to scold him for it now, for he has something set in his mind – nothing you say or do will be able to draw his attention away from showing you what this strange device is capable of doing.

He allows you to climb up the winding staircase first.

What a gentleman.

Then again, it’s the perfect opportunity for him to place his free hand on your waist. To ensure you don’t fall, he explains with the slyest of smirks.

Upon reaching the roof of the building, he leads you to the large telescope pointing towards the night sky. A breeze ruffles through your clothes, so he pushes you between the device and his body. Warmth radiates from his chest, so you lean against him slightly as he explains what he is doing.

“This telescope is completely uncalibrated, alright? Cara mia, are you paying attention? Look inside. You’ll see that it is not pointing at anything memorable.”

You smile to yourself. He always is so passionate about his work. To humor him, you take a peek through the lense. There is only darkness.

“I see.”

“Now, if you’ll give me a moment…” Lifting the astrolabe to the sky, he fiddles with it, mutters to himself, and then changes a few settings on the telescope. It swings around to point at a seemingly equal void in the sky – you cannot see anything of importance against the night sky, but he nudges you slightly, prompting you to look through the lense once more.

“Is… is that Venus?”

“It is!”

You lean back and squint, trying hard to see a flicker of green against the black. However, your eyes are too weak to spot anything. “That’s very impressive.”

“Oh, but that’s not all!” He side steps around an open box of art supplies and turns over a large piece of paper. It is obviously a flying contraption, but it looks so strange… like it is straight out of a steampunk novel. And is that gold on the sails? How is this thing supposed to fly?

Raising an eyebrow, you take a seat on the small stool next to the lamp resting on the ground. “What is it for?”

A grin captures his lips. “I’m taking you to the stars. No more sitting around on Earth. I’m tired of this place. When we wed, I promised you a life of adventure. We left the mansion, and now we’re living in the closet of a train station. This isn’t the glamorous life you should have.”

“I think it’s pretty fancy, actually–”

He shakes his head with a laugh, and his dark brown hair falls over his forehead. “We’re going to fly amidst the galaxies that make up the vast universe. How tiny we are, compared to them.” He whips around. “Imagine, reaching your hand out and catching a handful of dust from the time of creation. How amazing that would be…”

You laugh, but don’t correct him. Instead, you take his hands between yours again and kiss his calloused knuckles. “Where would you like to go first?”

He leans his head against yours and points at the horizon. “Sirius. It is one of the brightest stars in the night sky.” Turning to meet your gaze, he brushes his thumb against your cold cheek. “There is only one star that rivals its beauty. Would you like to know which one?”

“Of course.”

“A moment, if you please.”

Taking a dramatic step backwards, he plays around with the astrolabe until it clicks into place. The long hand is pointing directly at you.

“I don’t understand,” you tell him.

“Cara mia, you are the brightest star here tonight. You will always be the most beautiful star as well. Trust in that.”

You flush at his words, and it is hard to contain your smile. “You’re such a smooth talker, why can’t you put some of that effort into cleaning your room! I swear, it looks worse than it did when I first arrived here. Remember that time I found a mouse amongst your things?!”

“Don’t bring Lorenzo into this, he’s done nothing wrong!”

The two of you break into a fit of laughter, and that’s when he puts the astrolabe in your palm once more. “This is yours though.” He’s looking at you again with those pools of ochre mischief. “In the case that we are separated before we can reach the stars, use this to find me. Go towards Sirius, and I will meet you there. I’ll wait for you.”

The white noise of the museum filters into your mind as your eyes flutter open, and you ease back into reality. Tears roll down your cheeks, but you do not move to wipe them.

Looking at the astrolabe again, you see the tender scratches against the metal: his initials coupled with yours. An impressive layer of grime dulls the shine of the device, making it less impressive than how it looks in its natural state.

A week after he showed you his plans, a tank of a train exploded, plunging the east side of the station in flames. As the fire grew, it stretched to the opposite side, where the hotel was. You had begged him to escape before the roof collapsed, but he insisted on returning for the astrolabe and his telescope, because he had been using it to calculate stars the night before.

As you had expected, the wooden beams were not strong enough to withstand the fire but, by some stroke of luck, he managed to thrust you to safety before everything collapsed.

Neither him nor the damned astrolabe made it through.

A painful hatred for the device burns in your lungs, so you turn away from it and nearly run into someone. Tossing an apology into the air, you hurry forward and move past the rest of the salvaged artworks without paying them much attention. Guilt tugs at your heartstrings and weighs your feet down, retarding your motions.

Despite the tears blurring your vision, you throw your head back and glances back at the astrolabe. You don’t know if it is taunting you or trying to tell you something. And yet, your eyes follow the long hand forward, just beyond where you’re standing, until you realize that it is pointing directly at the final, most impressive display of them all.

It towers over your head, stretching up the entire length of the wall. Pieces of blueprints, canvases, loose papers, wood, and more are all arranged to create a larger than life depiction of– you.

The eyes.. Her nose.. That beauty spot on her cheek that you hate… it is all there. He had to have reproduced it all from memory because you don’t remember him taking any photographs or sketches of her.

In the bottom corner, you see a plaque:

Believed to be a portrait of his lover, our favourite artist would have had to spend years creating this piece: in fact, our experts needed months to put the pieces together in order to reveal a face! In the left margin of the paper with her eye, the phrase ‘my star’ is written, so we have named her ‘Étoile’ for reference. Who was this woman? It was thought that this was lost to a massive fire in the nearly five decades ago, but the recent excavation proved fruitful in its treasures among the basement of the Gare d'Orsay when preparations for the museum began...

You hear his voice loud and clear in your mind.

Cara mia, I am waiting for you, but do not rush. When you are ready, join me, so that we may explore the world beyond this one together.

Unable to contain your emotions anymore, you break into sobs. The sadness ebs from your broken heart and stretches through your body, making your legs click in place. You lose your balance and fall to the polished tiles, clutching your chest in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Other guests swarm to your side, offering you help or to call for someone, but you ignore them all.

Even overwhelmed with memories, you can feel the warmth of his promise, just as if he were standing beside her.

I’ll meet you again, Leonardo.

I’ll meet you at Sirius.

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crazyfreckledginger · 5 years

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Leonardo Da Vinci x Reader x Comte De St Germain - “Between Old Friends” [Part 1]

After someone tried to kill the Comte, and his old friend gets in the crossfire as well, you thoroughly worry them during their painfully slow recovery. When you understand that Rouge isn’t helping enough and there is a chance the attempted murderer comes back to finish the job, you take the matter into your own hands, and you’re not taking no for an answer.

A/N: This wasn’t requested but I started writing it when I didn’t have internet connection to know what my requests were, sorry to anyone who requested anything, I’m trying to get to it!

Warning: poison, can come out as violence? Don’t take the title literally, take it literally in the second one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“How long do we have to be here?” (Y/N) murmured, gazing around the hall.

“I don’t know.” Vincent voiced.

“Are you complaining Hondje?” Theo’s sharp gaze landed on you.

“I know I don’t usually, but this dress and these heels aren’t comfortable at all.” A sigh escaped her lips before their conversation was interrupted by le Comte.

“Come dance with me, mon amour,” he smiled, shifting beside her.

“Huh? Oh, no no, that’s okay you don’t need to-”

“I insist,” he interjected, arm sliding around her waist and the other grasped her fingertips lightly before she was whisked off to the middle of the room.

(Y/N) shot Theo a pleading look, who only smirked back at her in amusement.

Cruel sadist.

“You seem troubled,” the man spoke, dipping closer to her face as he guided her movements.

“It’s nothing, really,” she blushed from the proximity.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” His serious look never left hers. It melted her heart how much he cared.

“It’s just my outfit isn’t the most comfortable.” Her eyes glanced down to her shoes, which were digging into the soft skin of her ankles.

“Oh,” he stopped dancing immediately, carefully guiding her to the adjacent room before scooping her in his arms and placing her on a seat, “then please rest, I’ll come to get you when it’s time for dinner.” Kneeling down St Germain slipped her feet out her shoes and placed them beside the furniture.

“Thank you,” she gave him a grateful smile.

He headed out.

“Tired of the commotion hmm?” The voice broke the silence, nearly making her jump out of her seat.

He reached to turn on the lamp and smirked at her.

“N-not as tired as you, I’m sure,” she breathed out when distinguishing Leonardo leaning back in the chair. The vampire chuckled.

“Let me see where it hurts,” he stood up, walking to the end of the chaise long and watching as she tilted her ankle to the side, displaying the slightly bloody and damaged skin.

His fingers trailed up her foot before nudging himself closer, pulling her foot to his lips and kissing around the bruised tissue.

Her cheeks flushed aggressively as he licked the still slightly fresh wound, pecking it once it was clean.

His eyes were slightly darker than before as he licked his lips, her cheeks hadn’t changed colour in the slightest.

“My my, making a move on (Y/N) I see,” a british accent teased. The pair turned around and Arthur chuckled.

“What?” Leonardo grumbled.

“Everyone is getting seated.” He patiently waited as (Y/N) sat up, delicately slipping back in her shoes before standing up. Awkwardly, she followed Conan Doyle to her chair, between him and Theo as Da Vinci went to his place beside le Comte.

The host, who was placed beside latter, poked his glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention. All heads turned to him and on queue, he stood up, grasping his glass and starting to voice his speech. It was decently long, despite it being rather interesting, before she knew it, they were already ready to toast. Glasses hitting each other told her that it was time to drink. Le Comte and Leonardo gulped the beverage down and, as the girl was ready to take a sip, screams tore tore through the hall. The two friends, along with a number of other people, cough viciously and spat blood.

“H-huh?” The woman’s eyes widened in horror.

“Don’t drink that!” Arthur slapped the glass out of her hand and it broke upon contact with the floor. He grasped her wrist and pulled her against his chest in protection.

The Van Gogh brothers raced towards their fellow vampires to check how they were.

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It had been just over a week since the incident and despite their slow recovery, (Y/N) was nowhere near less worried about them.

“That face doesn’t look good on you, cara mia,” he cupped her cheek.

“Well get used to it because until you are both completely healthy, it’s going to stay like this!” She slapped his hand away and glared half affectionately at him.

“We can walk just fine,” le Comte interjected.

“Yes but you have to go easy on stomachs and throats, which is why I’m babysitting you.”

“You can at least make it sound like you enjoy it,” the inventor chuckled at her.

“We can take care of ourselves,” the pureblood agreed.

“And that is exactly why I’m taking care of you, I’ll be right back with some more Rouge.”

“Thank you, my darling.” The pureblood smiled, sitting at his desk.

The girl slowly closed the door behind her and scurried to the kitchen.

Pulling the tray out of it’s cupboard, she delicately gripped the two flasks of rouge and placed them beside two clean glasses.

“Oh, Sebastian, I didn’t see you there.” She jumped, thankful that her voice didn’t waver so much, the girl was only slowly getting used to a whole household of vampires sneaking up on her when they required anything, especially coffee.

He didn’t reply.

“What’s wrong?” She inquired.

“Nothing, I’m just trying to find a solution to something.”

Her eyebrows knitted together, it wasn’t like him to be so vague.

“Tell me, I might help.” (Y/N) turned towards him.

“Rouge isn’t speeding their recovery fast enough. Whoever poisoned them will only try to go back at it as soon as word gets out that the poison didn’t kill them.”

“Which means Leonardo and Comte need to heal faster so they’ll be able to resist if a threat arises.” She concluded. The butler only nodded. That’s why the both of them seemed so tense lately, they knew that the attempted murder would weaken them enough – if it didn’t kill them – to higher the chances of finishing off the job.

Briskly, she turned on her heels and headed for the Comte’s office.

When the woman returned without the tray of rouge, the pureblood frowned.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She stood her ground in front of his desk, Leonardo sitting on a couch on her left.

“Because I know what you would do.”

“What?”

“Worry.” Da Vinci answered for him.

“I want you to drink my blood instead of the Rouge.”

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readerinsertfanfiction · 2 years

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//kicks down door// Nemoz! Sending you lotsa pretzels for good vibes 🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨 Nothing cheers me up better than being whisked away for a fun time after (or during) a long day of work~ spontaneous distraction is a love language 💕💕 //upon consulting the expert opinion, I am once again humbly asking for Leonardo fluff 😌🙈💖✨ Happy writing cutie and remember to take care of yourself too 💙💙💙

My door!!! //pushes it back into place you will be getting a bill later, lady! The pretzels will do for emotional damage done.

Now I didn't entirely follow your request, though putting Theo in his place is quite laborious, so I suppose I did follow it somewhat. Most of all, I hope you enjoy this (and the little easter eggs I left ya!)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Leonardo Da Vinci

Words: -1K

Warnings: Mentions of food, and dirty jokes also lots of feral energy.

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That Leonardo wasn't an early riser was known. Sebastian usually didn't bother preparing breakfast for him, knowing that the pureblood wasn't to rise from his next until noon, if he even thought of food to begin with when waking up, for he didn't need it, and thus was content with working through his days on little less.

His cara was different, however. You rose early, liking to spend the day with the rest of the residents at the dining table as you banter away in the morning. Leonardo imagined you to do this with the brightest smile and the greatest zeal, picking out your favourite breakfast items that Sebastian has considerately prepared for you. After all, you were the loveliest creature in the world in his opinion. A reason why he didn't feel the need to crawl out in the mornings to look after you. It was good to give you the time with your friends before you dedicated it all to him.

The one time Leonardo did rise early was a surprise for all, but above all for himself, when he walked into the dining room to find you pulling Theo at his scruff.

"Fite me, coward!" you had pitched at the man, and Leonardo wondered what the Dutch had done to deserve his face nearly shoved into the bowl of syrup with pieces of pancakes afloat.

"Think you can steal my pancake!" you had exclaimed, immediately explaining what had happened for this scene to unfold as Theo could barely hold down a grin, whilst Vincent sat next to him with an apologetic smile and frangic gestures.

"Theo didn't mean to—"

"Oh, no, I meant it," the younger brother cut off his older brother, a shit eating grin on his face challenging you even more, while your coffee stood cold to the side.

Leonardo had never seen you in such a manic state, surprising himself as he carefully noted to never steal your breakfast for his own sake.

"Now what will you d—" Theo, never one to stop where he should, was quickly muffled by the plate of syrup and pancake bits that you had brought up to his face instead, rubbing the plate in with an extra twist before releasing everything at once and stepping away.

"Charge, of course, I'm not a coward!" Your triumphant claim had sounded and Leonardo couldn't believe the savageness he saw in you, whom he had known until now as gentle and kind and warm.

It amused him, a bit, as much as it bothered him.

"How about–"

Before you could continue your revenge on the art dealer and his disgraced pancakes Leonardo had lifted you up, slinging up in his arms with a charming 'good morning' before winking at the rest.

"I'm taking this one out, ye?" he announced, even if it was a bit needless, carrying you away in his arms towards the front entrance of the mansion where he exited further down the path into the forest.

"Leo?" he heard you plead, now suddenly demure, and Leonardo wondered if you felt shy. A thought that made him chuckle again when he marched further down the forest, towards the lake nearby.

"Today's date; breakfast outside," he announced when he finally paused, allowing you down before he shrugged off his coat and spread it out on the soil. With another gesture the man had pulled you into his lap, arms locked around you before realising that he had forgotten the most important part for breakfast; food.

A fact that didn't escale you, face flush and a pout deeply set on your face while you hit him in the chest.

"We could have gone into town instead," you huff, to which the male can't help himself but to flick your nose, affection blooming over in his expression before he holds your cheek in a tender hold.

"Could, but I didn't want to show off your wild ways," Leonardo admits, finally naming what he had been feeling earlier in the dining room, even if it is only mentally. Tightening his hold as your eyes widen, unsure on how to answer, Leonardo presses his lips against your cheekbones, firmly, as if wanting you to remember that kiss amongst the hundreds he has already given you.

"Wish you would get this wild with me,” he whispers, his tone suggestive. It earns him another thwack on his chest, the blush across your face deepening which he finds even more adorable than your tiny shrieks of thinly veiled threats and expression of pure feral aggression muttered into his chest.

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, a deep rumble escaping him while you are trying to wrestle yourself free out of his hold, more threats following that makes it hard for Leonardo to control his voice, “let’s go get you some food, alright?” Leonardo casually proposes, ignoring whatever protests you had while he carried you off once more.

#ikevam #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevam leonardo #ikevamp leonardo #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikevam x reader #ikevamp x reader #ikemen vampire x reader

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niphredil-14 · 2 years

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Comte, Theo, and Arthur With a Sick S/o

@kisara-16 I heard you weren't feeling good, so here you go, lovely!

Comte wouldn't let you lift a finger! No working, no stressing, no getting yourself any sicker! You were going to be getting some good old rest, and a serious dose of pampering. Clearly the only way to heal your illness faster, along with proper medical treatment, of course, would be to shower you with gifts! So you'd better prepare for even more of the princex treatment!

Theo would give you the day off of work too, and would insist that you take care of yourself. Though he would not miss work if it were a more minor illness like a cold or something, he would most likely ask Vincent or Sebastian to check in on you every now and again to make sure that you are resting! When he returned from work, he would bring you some sweets and would spend the rest of the evening comforting and assisting you until you feel better.

Arthur would immediately go into Doctor Mode. Though he most definitely doesn't like tea, if a nice cup might sooth you at all, then you'd better believe he would rush to make one. Most of the day would be spent rubbing your belly, and reading to you, as well as providing any comfort that he could.

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ikemensweetheart · 2 years

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18 for Comte St. Germain please

Trick with le Comte coming right up!

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After a long, cold winter. Spring was finally in the air. The trees were starting to bloom and the birds were returning to their nests.

It was also warm enough to air out the mansion. Which is exactly what you were doing; going through the huge estate and opening up every window that could be opened. Letting the fresh, clean air clear out the mustiness that had built up over the cold season.

"There you are, ma chérie." You turned from the window you had just finished dusting to the sound of le Comte's voice. "Oh, good morning." You greet him. "Did you need me for something, Comte?" You asked, giving him an inquisitive look.

"Nothing too terribly important." The greater vampire replied. "Sebastian was just telling me of a gesture from your time that I hadn't been aware of until now."

You blinked in confusion. Le Comte had knowledge that spanned both the present and future. What was this thing he didn't know?

"So, what is it?" Your curiosity got the better of you.

"He was telling me about how some couples compare their hand sizes." He smiles at you and lifts up his own hands. "Would you join me in this, ma chérie?" You can't help but laugh a little. Of all the things out there, this wasn't something you expected your love not to know of.

"Alright." You put down the bucket and rag you were carrying and press your hands against his.

Just as you were admiring how your hands compared to his, he interlaced his fingers in yours and lifted your hands above your head. Swooping in for a swift kiss to your defenseless lip.

"Ah! Comte!" You jerked back in surprise. A fierce blush bloomed across your face and up to your ears. Le Comte laughed. "My apologies, I've been wanting to try that for some time now." He explained as he let go of your hands. "I'd expect that kind of trick from Arthur, but not you!" You hide your blazing face in your now liberated hands.

Le Comte can't help but laugh again at the sight.

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Thanks for reading. I hope you all enjoyed.

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cuttlefishwritesotome · 3 years

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Ikemen Vampire Fluff: Leonardo

Masc!Reader

"Caro mio..." Leonardo's soft voice woke you, and when you rolled over you were greeted by the sight of your immortal lover bathed in an ethereal halo of moonlight.

"No nevermind, go back to sleep." Leonardo reached out and pulled you towards him, cradling you against his chest, "you looked so peaceful."

You'd ask him what he was going to say in the morning. For now though the two you just drifted off to sleep in each other's embrace.

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nad-zeta · 3 years

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Leonardo - Birthday surprise

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Leonardo x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1300+

Comments: Eeeeep so if yall haven't noticed the August birthday bash has officially begun lolol! Eeeek so excited! Whooop Whooop! //dances around ❤❤Hehehe our next sweet lil victim! ALBYYY! Happy birthday cutie albyy! ❤😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈

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Oh, you were truly having the day from hell, in all senses of the word. It started with your phone deciding to do a spontaneous update in the middle of the night, causing you to miss your multiple alarms set in place to beckon you from your slumber.

You jolted awake with a pounding heart, which only increased upon seeing the time. As if being late for work and skipping breakfast in a frenzy wasn't bad enough, it seemed that your boss's ever-worsening mood killed any chances you had of squeezing even the slightest bit of joy out of the day.

It wasn't before long that morning turned to noon, and noon turned to evening, as finally, finally, you were allowed to leave the prison that you called your workplace.

Oh, you were feeling utterly miserable as you locked up your office for the evening and slowly made your way out of the building, phone buzzing in your pocket adding to the umptieth missed call from your now worried sick boyfriend.

Go to work on your birthday, they said, it will be fun, said no one at all. It was by far the worst choice of your life, and at this point, you felt that any attempt to salvage the day would be worthless. In fact, all you wanted to do was go home and throw yourself a pity party. Guests? Just you and yourself and your aching feet. Activities planned? Wallow in sadness and forget the day even existed. Or at least that was the plan until you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend— leaned up against his motorbike, cigarillo between his lips, brows furrowed in worry as he gazed down at his phone.

"Uh hey," you called out with hints of guilt — knowing full well you had actively avoided most of his calls and messages due to the busyness of the day— lifting a tired hand in greeting, you slowly made your way towards Leonardo.

At the sound of your weary voice, Leonardo's eyes fluttered up to meet your own, and you could almost see the way those golden depths shift from concern to relief, as a lazy smile made its way to his lips, "finally let you go for the night huh?"

"Yeah, I swear if they could, they would never let me leave," the soft jest left you as you offered him a weak smile in return. While his appearance certainly came as a surprise, it was not an unwelcome sight as you slowly felt your irritations of the day melt away. Even more so when he opened his arms wide in a silent gesture. He didn't even need to ask you twice before you walked straight into the comforting embrace, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what are you doing here, Leo? Didn't we agree to meet up tomorrow?" you mumbled against his neck, arms snaked firmly around his waist with no signs of letting go any time soon.

"And missed the opportunity to celebrate my Cara Mia's birthday with her? Never!" he gave you a little squeeze, dropping a kiss atop your head before slowly pulling away from you.

Your lips formed a pout as your big doe eyes looked up at him, with arms still tightly secured around his waist. "You know I'm not gonna be very good company tonight."

Silence befell the two of you for a few moments as Leonardo's eyes seemingly searched yours for answers. Once he found what he was looking for, he smirked, pulling away from you entirely before draping the heavily leather jacket over your shoulders and getting onto his bike.

"Heh, then we will just have to do something about that, won't we," he said with complete confidence holding out a pink flower littered helmet to you. You shook your head at the man, a slither of a smile cracking through the hard exterior of your face. It's funny how mere hours ago, the day felt doomed and deprived of joy, yet now, slowly but surely, it was turning around.

"Hold on tight, Cara Mia," he spoke, shooting you a wide grin and wink over his shoulder before the bike roared to life and galloped across the highway.

Sights seemed to blur into one as you wondered just where the hell Leonardo was taking you. You couldn't help but wonder if he had lost all sense of direction, as both your homes were very much in the opposite direction. At some point, you decided to simply just close your eyes and lean your head against his warm back—surrendering to the whims of your boyfriends and just enjoy the ride accompanied by the old 80s rocks booming through the earphones.

It wasn't before long you reached your destination. Holding his hand out towards you, he helped you off the bike before large hands carefully lifted the bulky helmet from your head.

"Hi", the words fell from your mouth with a smile turned snort when you spotted your reflection on the helmet's surface. Hells, you looked terrible, hair all over the place, dark rings beneath your eyes and the light layer of make-up looking less than fresh from the long, long day that had passed.

"How do I look, vision of perfection, right?" you joked, tucking a stray lock behind your ear in an attempt to fix yourself up a little.

Leo's golden eyes shone with mischief as he placed the helmet onto the seat before his hands returned to cradle your cheeks. He leaned in close, impossibly close— the tip of his nose almost touching your own— you could almost anticipate what he would say next.

"Like a cute cat caught in the tumbler dryer," he teased, throwing his head back in a roar of laughter.

You gasped in response, fostering a pout, "hey!" You whined out you giving his chest a couple of playful smacks as your pout only deepened— the least he could do was lie.

The burst of deep, hearty laughter continued to rip through the air at your reaction, fingers making their way into your hair to smooth it down.

"Just how adorable can one person be, huh?" he sounded deeply amused as he pressed his soft lips to your forehead, hand trailing down to meet your own before lacing his fingers with yours.

You let go of a huff, rolling your eyes at the man's antics. "So…. What exactly are we doing at the peer?" you fished for answers, eyes looking around and seeing nothing but the cool night sky and calm ocean waves.

Leo shrugged innocently, with an all too telling smirk.

"Thought you might enjoy a little birthday surprise," another wink shot in your direction as he began to take long strides towards the end of the peer, hand gently tugging your own.

You followed after him excitedly, skin kissed by the soft moonlight and salty ocean breeze. It wasn't long before you reached the very end of the peer, tiny lights getting bigger and bigger as you approached.

Your heart swelled, and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the sight. Railing littered with little fairy lights, soft plush blankets and pillows laid out on the floor accompanied by an array of confectionaries.

"Leo-" you whispered out, not knowing what to say. How could one man be so damn perfect?

Leonardo smiled knowingly and wasted no time at all, flopping down onto the floor and dragging you down with him—landing you straight in his lap so he could cradle your body against his own. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his lighter, but instead of lighting his cigarillo, he lit the singular candle neatly secured in the thick layer of icing atop one of the cupcakes.

"Happy birthday Cara Mia," he purred out, eyes shining fondly as he held the tiny cake out towards you.

You smiled up at him, taking the cupcake from his hands and blowing out the candle. Tightening his arms around your waist, he rested his chin on your shoulder. "What did you wish for," he asked curiously before soft lips left a trail of kisses against your neck.

"Nothing, Nothing at all. All I could ever want is right here."

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shookspearewrites · 2 years

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Hiya there anon my petal, thank you so so much for your request and your kindness - y’all compliments / comments are always so lovely to receive! I love the Comte/MC/Leonardo dynamic, I really do, I think that they are just the perfect trio

- JJ x

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Le Comte de Saint Germain / Leonardo Da Vinci:

They’re a little competitive with each other but my god they make an incredible team of lovers, they know how to work together to make their lover feel like an absolute goddess. The two of them really of make the perfect pair of boyfriends for their MC, Leonardo is rough around the edges and ruggedly handsome while le Comte is refined and has a sort of timeless beauty about him. A perfect gentlemen and a bold rogue all to herself - What girl could ask for more?

Together they’re the perfect balance of spontaneous and responsible, too. While le Comte would always arrange exquisite dinners and dances to take MC to, Leonardo gets into the habit of just sweeping her off of her feet in the middle of the day and whisking her off to do whatever they fancy in the moment. Of course, they’ll arrange dates for the three of them together too, though le Comte is always the one to do it (unless it’s his birthday, in which case Leonardo and MC will no doubt plan something wonderful for their sugar daddy boyfriend).

The only thing Leonardo and le Comte ever seriously disagree on in their relationship is turning MC: Comte is all for it, wanting to keep MC by their sides for as long as possible but Leonardo, well he has his reservations about it. I think if his MC really wanted it, Leonardo would eventually give in but only on the condition that it be le Comte turn her, not him.

If MC ever falls ill, her boyfriends will be so doting and take the world’s best care of her that they can. Leonardo will carry her to le Comte’s room where he’ll insist she rest for the day in his bed so he can keep an eye on her. Comte will completely abandon his paperwork to sit by her side and stroke her hair, often asking Sebas to bring her fresh tea, fruit and whatever else she could need. While Leonardo will let MC cuddle up to his chest - and probably keep falling asleep - and act as the perfect boyfriend/ hot water bottle combo.

If she doesn’t speak it already, Comte will insist that he teaches MC French, sitting close by her side at his desk whilst she takes notes and encouraging her with kind compliments and softly stroking her back as she sounds out new words, “You’re learning so quickly, ma Cherie, bien fait.”

When Leonardo finds out that le Comte has been tutoring MC in French 1 on 1, he’ll instantly start teaching her Italian though, his teaching methods are a little different. He’ll have MC sat on his lap facing him, pressing meaningful kisses to different places he can reach to teach her the words - one word she’ll never forget is “Le labbra” since Leonardo just can’t bring himself to stop kissing her lips, smirking when she blushes that beautiful shade of pink over and over again.

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kawai-caramia · 3 years

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I had this in my head so now its your problem :)

Little death

Pairing: Leonardo x reader

Genre: romance

Warnings: slight sexual content

La petite mort~ little death (orgasm), brief loss or weakening the consiousness

You can ask one question a day and he has to answer.That is the rule of your agreement.

,,I want to see him so badly" you thought as you were searching for him all over the mansion.

You laughed at your self for being so needy of him,wanting him around you all the time as if that was the only way for you to be truly happy.

But this time there was more,you dare to wish for more.

Leonardo is in the libery, his mind lost somewhere in between Italy&France. He was studying the world map so deep in his thoughts yet the moment you walked in he felt it.

He has so much passion in those golden eyes. That drove you insane. Oh to be lucky enough to be the one he lays his eyes on...

Finally you spoke ,,Leo, I want to use my question." You felt as if your heart was in your mouth.

He looks up from his map and tilts his head,,Oh I am scared now...you have that look on your face." he pointed his finger on you and smiled

Your brows snapped together ,,What look?"

,,The-I want this now and i will have it one way or the other. So go on ask your question, i will joyfully obey to answering it" he hinted.

You slowly walk up to him,with every step picking up the strength to ask him ,then you glanced straight into his eyes ,,Leonardo can you make me cum?"

His eyes go wide and he laughs shortly ,,I belive i can." And with that he turns back to the map on his table,running fingers across her.

Did this son of a bitch just ignore me? Flew on your mind

Leonardo had this devilish smirk on his face. Oh he is enjoying this...

You took the map in your arms ,,I asked you a question I need an answer Leo. Now!"

He raised his eyebrows and gasped

,,You are awfully needy today ,cara mia" his long fingers lifted up your chin forcing you to face him. Your eyes were burning up.

,,I replied to your question. I said I can. You asked if i CAN do it, you didn't ask me TO do it."

Your jaw clenched, you were annoyed,needy,head dizzy from the smell of his cigarillo mixed with caramel..

You get closer to his face,golden eyes tracking your every movement with amusement ,finally you whispers on his ear,,I want you inside me.Do i need to draw it for you?"

You trace your arms over his broad chest,He pulls you by the waist on to his burning body,bringing your lips together. The taste of liquor on his tongue,his arms going lower on your back, he grabbed your ass , lifted your leg so you can wrap him up nicely...

Whats going on...? My body feels like its on fire...I'm so aroused... your mind is a total mess

He kisses his way down to your neck,soft lips of his leaving wet marks,you moaned a little and he came closer to your ear,he bites it lightly.

Raspy whispers of his voice,hot breath of his going through your entire body ,,You are awful at drawing cara mia ,but tell me how many times do you want me to kill you?"

Your eyes widened,,As much as it take to make me cry from mon petite mort"

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kaeyas-beloved · 3 years

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i’m a sucker for platonic teenage mc. could i maybe have a scenario where mc is v close to leo and accidentally calls him dad. maybe they’re building something together and it just slips out? and she gets all embarrassed about it but leo thinks it’s quite cute and he already mentally adopted her anyways??

(i hope this made sense!! i’m just soft for platonic relationships and the suitors being family figures for mc and leo just seems like such solid father material)

Truth be told Anon, when I first received this request I (out loud) went “yes, yes, yes, YESSSS" or something similar to that but you get the idea I was excited to write it.

And don’t worry, your request makes perfect sense! I just hope that I was able to fulfill it to your liking T_T (and I totally agree, Leo is father material)

Hopefully you enjoy this, if not you can always come back and ask again! This is my first time writing Leo so I’m sorry if he’s OOC at all...

Note: I used an the Italian term topolina in this, which, from my research, is a term of endearment that translates to ‘little mouse’

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“Thanks Dad” {Leonardo x Platonic!Teen!MC/Reader}

Leonardo da Vinci’s room is a mess, that’s a given, but it was peaceful - quiet, a space one could immerse themselves in with a hobby as a form of pass time. In a way, his room was like a library when the silent rule is followed to a T.

And it was here that she could construct with a clear mind, no honking of cars nor sounds of people from outside whatsoever. It was heaven for an aspiring architect like herself.

“Just like that, easy now...” he murmured, watching with hawk-like eyes from the sidelines as the girl worked independently, putting the skills he’s taught her the past two weeks into practice. At the beginning of this little project they were working together, but about halfway through Leonardo fell asleep...

Carefully, strategically, the teen applied the last wood piece, completely the couple hour long build.

Taking a step back to stand beside him, she waits with bated breath, like the slightest change in wind could cause it to crumble. Yet when it held strong, a bright smile split across her face, Leonardo mirroring it with one of his own.

“Brava topolina, you’ve done it. On your own too” he chuckled, mussing up her hair playfully. She rolled her eyes, gently brushing his hand off her head. In no way though did that stop him from wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug.

“You helped, remember? We started the plane model together...” she reminded him.

“Maybe so, but you did most of the work and finished it. That’s worth something, you did good kid.” his praise caused her eyes to widen, his tone holding the warmest note that he’s ever used toward her since her arrival. All the other times where he’s recommended books on topics she’s interested in, when he taught her certain trades or brought her out to town pale in comparison to this very moment of bonding.

As she turned her gaze at the subject of their shared work, something they technically did together, a pleasant feeling filled her heart. Quietly, she whispered her thanks.

“...thanks dad, that... means a lot to me...”

There was a beat of silence before the severity of her words sank in, and a panicked expression morphed onto her face. ‘I did not just say that!?’. Leo’s brows rose in surprise as well, he too never expecting to be called dad, before returning to the usual calmness of his.

It’s true that the appearance of this girl from the future was a strange and different experience to him, a whole new world in some way. Yes, while in the past he’s gotten close to mortals of all kinds, adults, children and teens just like her, none of them could connect on a special level like this. There was never someone who he could just click with when it comes to sharing a hobby or two. Someone he could pass his vast knowledge of information down to to add to their own.

When she came along though she became exactly that person he was lacking in his life. She was the perfect mix of educated while still having room to grow and learn.

And yet he never could find an explanation as to why exactly he felt that way with her. What made her different from the others?

“Sorry, I, um, I didn’t mean-” she stuttered, so embarrassed she felt like she was overheating. Despite everything though, he didn't mind, and the master of all trades kept their wholesome hug going.

“Kinda like the sound of that...” he chuckled, gazing down at her.

“O-oh... can I... uh, keep calling you that?”

“Sure, I’d like that. Now, what do you want to build next?”

Maybe that was the answer - that the relationship they’ve built was akin to familial, she was someone he allowed to be just a little closer than anyone else. Why? Maybe because she knew the secret of the mansion, that he and the resident’s aren’t human, leading him to feel like he doesn’t have to hold anything back, that he can be himself.

And that alone allowed him to feel just a little bit alive again.

The thought itself kept the smile on his face as he watched her look for another kit to construct, and it crossed his mind that he’d do literally anything to keep her safe with a happy look on her face like she has now.

Anything at all...

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…Bonus...

“You really are a papà now, huh, Leonardo?” Comte smiled, a teasing look in his eye.

“Quiet ‘Comte’”

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As of me posting this, requests are open [check my bio though to be sure]! Don’t forget to check the rules too for the fandoms/topics I write for (which are linked in my masterlist)!

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Tree

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Characters: Leonardo Da Vince

Prompt: Christmas presents for those I appreciate the most! This one is for @alby-rei who I’m really happy to have met through the blog-anniversary, even if she didn’t come for the blog, innitially!

Warnings: Christmas traditions, a lot of mess

Words: +/- 1k

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With a hedonist as Comte as the host, the rest of the habitants of the house had no choice but to follow.

"See it as an exchange for not paying rent," he had said, but there were few who dared to argue with the man even without that silent threat. It was so that everyone had gathered; to discuss how to divide their holiday celebration tasks.

"I will do the food," Sebastian had been quick to claim that part and Napoleon insisted on joining. There wasn't much room for argument there as the majority didn't know how to cook, or unable to follow simple instructions. Jean followed quietly, but mostly because of the endearing way in which he tried to say: macaron.

"Leave the decoration to us!" Theo had exclaimed, pulling his brother along as he tried to claim good taste. It was interrupted with Arthur who had slid himself into the team by asking Vincent who could never refuse.

Mozart had quickly claimed the music. Another indisputable position that one had to give in to. The disadvantage of gathering great names in one place was their ego and pride, but at the same time an honour, for who could say their Christmas music was composed by the one and only Mozart?

Dazai wanted to write, Arthur disputed him, Isaac got dragged along and became a guaranteed elf in the play. The discussion was getting out of hand as the players started to pitch up outrageous ideas whilst Comte watched over the chaos with a mild smile.

"I will do the tree," Leonardo had suddenly announced while the two authors were discussing whether to stick Isaac in green, or red and green. "It needs decorating, so I will need some help with that," the man continued as the rest of the table turned their attention to him.

And to this invitation you pitched a "I will help," a smile on your lips as you were glad there was finally something for you to do in preparation for the celebration.

This time the silence broke, protests coming from left and right. "What about the Christmas village?" Arthur exclaimed, scrambling for more to think of that didn't involve you leaving with Leonardo.

"We could set up the automatic train together?" Isaac proposed quietly and Vincent, good-natured as ever, told you that the two of you could make poinsettia arrangements together.

"With evergreens and wreaths," he offered, much to Theo's protest who was the only one eager to see you go if that meant a monopoly on his brother.

You laughed at that, hands shaking along with your head while you tried to profess that it was alright. The tree was always the best part, after all. Or so you believed.

"Arthur, you can help Isaac with the village and hide a mystery there," Comte had cut the debate short as he gave Dazai the task to write this year's Christmas story, 'because Arthur had the pleasure last year,' was the reasoning, but the author's protest were louder at the semantics that it was Isaac helping him and not the other way around.

You were starting to pity Isaac, but knew that he carried a bite with him that could come out.

"Shall we go?"

Your attention was pulled once more, a hand extended next to you to help you up from your seat as Leonardo hovered over you. "We better start early, or else the trees will be gone, cara."

You knew better than to imagine a whole forest gone, but you couldn't help but grin at that mental image as you took his hand and let yourself be carried away to the market.

"Decoration or tree?" you asked and Leonardo shrugged his shoulders, not having thought of the order in how to do things as you arrived.

"We will need a lot of both," he did say, and you knew what he meant with that. After all, a tree for every hall on each floor, and a tree in each room was quite an amount in a house as large as Comte's.

At least the decoration of each personal tree was done by the person itself, though you knew competition to be fierce when you look down at the lists of decorations you were asked to buy along with it.

"We will need to prepare a box for Jean as well, or else he will submit a plain tree again," you murmur and Leonardo laughs, remembering that one before taking you by the hand.

"We should. And maybe decorate his room while we are at it?" Comes his joke, and you hit the pureblood on the chest, knowing that neither was going to happen.

"What do you want in your room?" You think of asking the question only later, when you move between the rows of trees on display and check out every size there is. "There is so much in your room that I can't imagine anything to fit," you continue to muse, realising why it was that Leonardo had never won the prize of best decorated room.

That your question was going to be met with a cheesy response was expected, as two arms wrapped themselves around you and his warm breath warmed the exposed skin in the winter air.

"You, I want you in my room," he tells you and it earns another squirming from you to which he responds with a tighter hold. And you know there is only one way to escape, which you do by a twist in your position and by reaching his lips.

"Not now," you tell him firmly, thus successfully fleeing from the man as you check out the rest of the trees.

Your next question doesn't come much later; "Isn't it a waste to buy so many?" And Leonardo chuckles at that once more.

"Are you going to tell me about those plastic trees again?" he teases and you roll your eyes, guilty as charged by his remark.

"I just think Comte could use it better," you explain and Leonardo attentively listens as he listens to another story of your life in the future, soaking up the details while your hands twine together.

"How about we build a tree out of the items in my room?" he proposes not much later, and your eyes turn towards him in surprise and disbelief as you wonder why you hadn't thought of that.

"After all you have enough lying about!" Your exclamation earns a chuckle from Leonardo who is already glad that you haven't referred to his trinkets as 'trash' or a 'mess', both of which hurt his little hoarding heart.

"We could build a tree with your books alone!"

Now that idea did hurt his collector's heart as he couldn't imagine his precious books stacked into a Christmas tree. And so he lifts your hand and presses a kiss against it as he pitches an alternative.

"Maybe start with the globe?"

If you picked up onto his anxiety, he had no clue. But bright and early you did come to his room the following morning, hands ready to take on his room as you started to rearrange the items to build a tree.

"Don't!" you firmly tell him when Leonardo approaches a box of trinkets you had put together and set aside, "touch that, in fact, don't even look at it, or think about it!"

Leonardo raises his hand, a grimace on his features as he scores down his strangely renovated room. Boxes all around, everything sorted out. It had taken you a full morning and part of the afternoon, but finally had you managed to gather at least enough space to start building your tree.

"You will have to cover my eyes if you don't, cara," Leonardo's voice drops, hoping that you would soon stop this renovation of his room by seducing you.

There was most definitely regret in Leonardo's heart as he watched you use the globe as the base for the self-made tree, just as he suggested, and continued from there.

"Ah, cara, I will need that, I think," Leonardo called you out a few times as he watched you build up the tree higher and higher, the shape forming itself into the image of a tree, but without its colour.

He really isn't sure if he will need the item in your hands, but that he hadn't been either when he decided to keep it, and what if the need would come soon?

"I kept a box of the things you use most often in another box," you exclaim and Leonardo wonders how you had figured out which items he uses most frequently when he hasn't himself. An oversight on his part?

"But cara," he tells you, but he doesn't know what he wants to tell you as he watches you tiptoe yourself on top of a stack of boxes to reach for the tree that was starting to reach a peculiar height and balanced dangerously.

He couldn't finish his sentence as intuition kicked in, body moving before he could truly register before pulling you into his chest as the tree came down.

"That was close," he breathes into your hair, arms clamouring around each other as you try to check Leonardo on any harm as he in turn does the same to you. "Good thing I kept my eyes open," he tells you wryly, and it earns another roll of your eye before you think of assessing the damage to the room and the tree itself.

"I think it is worse now," the man jests as you realise that the whole tree has fallen apart, the items scattered over the floor in a worse mess than Leonardo could have ever done himself in record time. It earns a loud groan from you as you bury your face into Leonardo’s chest, a hand softly comforting you accompanied with that characteristic chuckle.

“We can try again?” The encouragement doesn’t stir you from his smoke stained clothes as you keep yourself hidden away. Another chuckle and warm fingers latch onto your chin, forcing you to look into golden eyes that tells you how endearing he finds the whole ordeal.

“Together?” he asks you, and you really can’t refuse the man when he phrases himself as such.

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niphredil-14 · 2 years

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Hiiii could i request headcanon/scenario (which ever u are comfy with) of ikevamp’s charles with an s/o with a personality kinda similar to mozart’s. Like theyre kinda grumpy and dont rlly like pda but quite shy and loving in private?

Thank you so muchhhh and i love ur work <333

Ofc hon, sorry it has taken so long, I have had no inspiration for writing in general. Enjoy

Your cold facade would not dissuade Charles in the slightest, especially considering that he deals with Faust on a daily basis. He would show you just as much love as he would if you had showered you with affection right off the bat, and in the earlier stages of your relationship, he would have no issue working for your affection. Though, later on, those moments of intimacy behind closed doors, where you are comfortable enough with him to state and show your feelings of love for him? Those moments he treasures more than anything. Charles may not fully understand your aversion to PDA, but he will respect your boundaries nonetheless, doing no more than hand-holding, or allowing you to link your arm with his when it would be expected of you both.

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mansions-maiden · 3 years

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Stars shall weave my destiny

A/N : So hey there again! I'm back again, not fully but , I am gonna be little free from now since my college works are completing bit by bit, and I wanted to write this as a start..

MC's feeling as they are torn between the decision to stay back in mansion or go back to their own time as they fall in love.

PS: I tried gender neutral version of mc this time.

words: <1000

I don't know if destiny plays fair or not, but it never ceases to drop a bombshell. Who knew that wheels of destiny would play this surprising game? I was meant to be a mere visitor in louvre but had stumbled across the door, which landed me in this time period.

Now I remember Shakespeare's famous quote, " All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.."

Never have these words more suited me. After all, he (suitor of your choice) and I are just players in this game of the destiny. I met the person that I shouldn't have crossed paths with at all. But before I realized it, my heart was a prisoner of his.

I walk through the mansion hallways and open the doors of balcony. The cool wind brushes against my cheeks as I stare at the town lit by arc lamps. Wrapping arms around myself and seeking warmth, my thoughts drift to the time I came from as I look at the town. The town shining with the lights in this century reminded me of my time.

"The city in my time is also lit the same way, every light from the skyscrapers filling me up with an indescribable warmth in my heart. The lights gave me a sense of security, that I'm not alone in this world.

The nightscape of 19th century town is making me nostalgic and anxious somehow. Why did I have to go and fall in love with a person from the past? Just like people fall in love with the moon albeit the millions of stars that adorn the night skies, I have fallen in love with the man who might be way out of my league.

According to Comte, once I leave the mansion through the door, there's no coming back. Do the heavens like to toy with my heart and mind? Why does my love have to be a double edged sword?

This love ablaze in my heart demands sacrifice either way... If I leave this place and go to my time, these all would remain as a distant memory and I would have no choice but to forget the man I love... If I decide to stay back, I have to bid farewell to my family, my friends, my relatives, my life... I feel as if my heart is breaking into pieces like glass shards with the mere thought of bidding goodbye to the ones you love from either of the times. Is this how Comte and Leonardo feel every time they have to bid farewell to the persons they have bonded with ?

I look up at the night sky and see the hauntingly beautiful moon that hangs in the sky. It's crescent shape seems as if it's mocking me, cruelly reminding me again the less time I have to make the decision. The decision that's going to affect my entire life.

Along with the night winds blowing, these conflicting thoughts feuding against themselves made me cold inside out. Both my heart and mind were against each other. My heart wanted to stay here with the vampires whom I have become fond of over the time I spent here. To stay here with the man I'm falling in love with.

My mind was screaming at me,' you do not belong to this time period, you belong to the future. You were always meant to be a visitor. Don't get too attached to him and the others.'

"Am I ready to give up my life I've spent in my time and stay back in this world? " I know that I cannot answer the question right away. And this thought was eating away at my soul.

My head was spinning and ready to explode as these overwhelming thoughts consume my mind.

I heard a sudden clacking of shoes down the corridor and opening of the door behind me. My eyes widened as I turned around and saw him standing there, with eyes that looked at me with concern now. Those were the eyes that had always held me captive as his gaze seemed to stare into my soul. Eyes that I fell in love with. But this has to remain a secret for now. I smiled at him bashfully and pushed all my thoughts aside, not wanting to worry him.

I told myself again, "I may not have answer to the question that my heart and mind ask me. But I do know that I am certainly in love with you, _______(suitor's name) ." I will let the stars and heavens weave my destiny and future that I will hold.

"Nothing at all, just some random thoughts that kept me awake until now. Haha. C'mon, let's go inside. " I told him . I told myself again that everything will be figured out in the end by itself. And I tried calming down my racing heart as I felt his presence beside me, walking alongside me across the hallways.

"Did you say something mc?" He asked, looking at me curiously.

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