#ikevamp fluff

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: you leave a lipstick mark on him, how scandalous!!!

CHARACTERS: mozart, arthur, vincent, & isaac.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: i wanted to practice writing these guys more!!

mozart doesn’t realize your lipstick has transferred at first, but he knows your giggling never means anything good. his inquisitive “what?” comes out snappier than he intends it to be, but when your eyes dart to the spot you kissed he connects the dots. rolling his eyes, he takes out his handkerchief and attempts to wipe your kiss away. although it's funny to watch him struggle to get the kiss mark off of his face, you eventually step in to help. (and by that, of course i mean you kissed him stupid.)

arthur knows what you’re up to immediately. it’s almost like he has a special sense for your mischief. he lets you pull him in by his lapels and fails to hide his disappointment when you plant a smooch on his cheek instead of his lips. he pouts, pointing to his lips with a pleading gaze. you make a big show of sighing before you smirk, pulling him again and showering his face in kisses. no, he doesn’t wipe a single mark off. yes, he parades around the mansion like that the whole day. yes, he’s grumpy at night when he has to wash them off. oh well, you can always give him more later, can’t you?

vincent blushes when your lips brush against his skin. he touches where you kissed and smiles softly, eyes shifting to you. you’re as beautiful a sight as always, and your smile could not look more radiant. “sunflower...what was that for?” he murmurs, running the back of his hand tenderly along your cheek. you whisper that it wasn’t for anything in particular, he just looks so darling and handsome that you couldn’t resist. his cheeks turn pinker and he hides his laughter behind his hand. oh, you charmer! his face may as well be your canvas, no?

isaac jumps up in his chair, startled by your surprise attack. he reminds you hastily that he’s working, but not without stumbling over his words like a fool in love. you can snicker at the mark on his cheek, but isaac assumes you’re just laughing at “how adorable he looks when flustered” again. it's quite mean of you, you know this, but you’d never be so mean as you let him walk around with your lipstick mark on his cheek. you know arthur would tease him relentlessly. “wanted to leave you a little gift.” you say, poking the mark on his burning cheek, “i hope it motivates you, darling.”

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[solomons-poison]

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

♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes

Pairing: Leonardo x GN!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, I promise."

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[xxsycamore]

𝙂𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤 (Leonardo x reader)

↬ 🐈 Some period cramps can be cured with the help of a cuddly little kitten, and some others require a bigger, cuddlier cat.

Leonardo da Vinci x reader • rating: G • tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; Fluff; Pets; Lumiere • wordcount:  743 • masterlist

a/n: You voted for Leonardo! Here it is, another fic in the series! If you happen to suffer from cramps and you want your favorite ikevamp suitor comforting you in their own unique way, may I offer: Napoleon, Comte, Mozart, Theo 💕(All fics in this series share the same opening scene!)

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

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

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

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

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

***

" 'Scusa Cara mia, may I interest you in switching pillows with me?"

Startled, you open your eyes to discover Leonardo looming over you - you must have dozed off. With the melodic, deep voice you're familiar with, the surprise lasts a mere second before melting away, and in its place grows a sprout of affection that whispers 'I missed you'. Those sentiments have to get squeezed into a minuscule timeframe, because you have to react to the "pillow" trusted in front of your chest - it's black and furry, and it meows in a confused greeting.

Most naturally, you take Lumiere in your hands, accepting the deal gladly - and Leonardo takes the throw pillow instead. Shifting to lie fully on your back, you welcome your favorite little gattino to cuddle close to you, and he makes himself comfortable on your stomach. Any suspicions that the little angel in a devil's disguise would add to your pain vanish the second you find yourself relaxing into the couch, with Lumiere on top of you.

You gaze up at your wonderful dopamine dealer, wondering if he's truly content with what he got on his side of the deal. He puts the small pillow behind his head and sinks into the nearby armchair, admiring the sight of his two favorite creatures stacked atop of each other. He chuckles and crosses his legs at the feet.

"I was going to suggest medicine, or a message. But that would've gotten you back on your feet too soon, and you gotta rest. But now I guess it's no more moving for you, huh?"

You look at Leonardo with defeat, but also with thankfulness as soon as the impending sigh leaves through your lips. There indeed is no moving when precious Lumiere is on top of you, and there indeed is a certain need to rest that your body has been trying to signal about.

"…Leonardo? How did you know?"

"I have my ways, tesoro. Been noticing the signs, I knew it would be one of these days. Took a wild guess when I peeked inside and saw you on the couch."

Your second sigh is carrying a bit of that gushy embarrassment, but it's cut short because of the sensation of Lumiere jumping off you. He sneaks out through the left-ajar door, leaving only the memory of the soothing warmth on you.

"Nooo…"

"Must've heard Sebastian making the pots and pans noise, eh? Acting like I don't feed him…"

Your outstretched hands and the little overdramatic frown on your face carry the power of getting your mountain of a boyfriend to his feet despite his well-anchored state. Before you can decide what is he approaching you for, he sinks to his knees and… lays his head down on your belly. Gently. Right where Lumiere was a second ago.

The warmth is back, but this time it spreads all the way to your cheeks.

"It seems like a bigger cat came to make sure I won't be able to get up…"

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[klutzyroses]

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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[maries-gallery]

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

love languages weekend event

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

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

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

genre: fluff

warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay then, let us begin.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[fandom-collective-writers]

A Gift of Eternal Gratitude

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoloen Bonaparte x f!MC

Warnings: Pregnancy

Written by: @voltage-vixen​

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

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

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

Except for this year since they had to adjust because-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[clavissionary-position]

Of course it's hard to match pace with Faust.

Short and Sweet Eternities A Moment With Faust ⁰⁰¹

FAUST × READER | FLUFF | 356 WORDS 18+ BLOG . MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI a couple out in town | read on ao3 CHALLENGE: @randonauticrap's Cozytober PROMPT: "Your hands are cold." INSPO: @violettduchess's brilliant fic Luck

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He's halfway down the block before he notices how far back you are. A little furry dot on the sidewalk. The same thing happens the first few times you take walks together, when his inner world is still greater than the outer one you exist in. But he gains information through each subsequent trial he puts you through.

You walk faster if you're actively holding a conversation with him. You walk even slower if some aspect of your surroundings has caught your eye.

Sometimes your gaze drifts to his hand. The other couples on the street walk with hands-held. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea if it kept you from wandering off.

"Your hands are cold." Your voices overlap. It's a strange moment, and the chuckle building in his throat feels sweet somehow. He can hardly hold it in when you start laughing. Why does he like that sound so much?

"Carriage." In a motion more elegant than he thought himself capable of, Faust, without letting go, twirls you into his embrace before you unwittingly step out in front of an oncoming cab.

"Faust."

He stares down at the top of your head.

You tilt your head backwards to look at him, your eyes wide. A number of thoughts (and ideas?) run through his head, and his face grows hot. His hand, pressing your connected one to your chest, feels clammy.

Can you really not have noticed? Your brows twist and suddenly you're apologizing for being careless. You're shaking, but for all the wrong reasons. You're shaking, but so is he. And you don't even see it.

How do you keep turning him into the subject of his own experiments?

Faust heaves a sigh and releases you from his hold.

You clear your throat but stand noticeably closer to him. "I'm sorry?" You say again, as if you think it needs repeating.

Faust attempts to put a block's worth of distance between you and him, but not before leaving you with some advice: "Keep this up and I'll need to get you pair of glasses."

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[twistedwonderworm]

Bestieeeeeee <3 Cuddling with Comte on a cold winter day?

Bestieeeee <3 Sorry this took so long. I hope you like it!!!!

Sweet Angel (Ikevamp Fluff)

Pairing: Comte x GN!reader

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 339

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It was very cold that winter and the mansion was no exception. The residents weren’t really bothered by it for the most part as the cold didn’t really bother them. They did keep the fireplaces going though so they could retain a bit of humanity. As well as for the human that lived among them.

Y/N couldn’t get warm in their room no matter how many blankets they wrapped around themselves so they got up and walked to Comte’s room. Despite dating for sometime, they didn’t want to bother him too much since he was busy, but they couldn’t stand the cold anymore.

Knocking, Y/N was soon met with their lover's smiling face when he opened the door, "Ah, ma chérie, I was hoping you'd be coming here." He ushered his beloved into the room and closed the door behind them.

His room was dark, lit only by candle on his desk. His coat was hanging forgotten from his chair which was pulled out as if he had been sitting in the chair when Y/N knocked. Sitting down at his desk working. Y/N moved further into the room and sat on his bed, looking up at him with a sweet expression.

“I’m not interrupting any work, am I?”

Comte chuckled softly and shook his head, “Not really honestly. I need to take a break before I overwork myself. Sebastian has been getting onto me about that recently. And what better way is there to take a break and relax than to cuddle with you, dearest?” He asked, leaning over to gently kiss Y/N.

Y/N kissed back softly, smiling when the vampire pulled away and climbed into the bed as well, pulling his darling human against him. He grabbed the blankets and pulled them over both of them as Y/N buried their face into his chest.

“Are you warm now, love?” He asked, gently stroking their hair.

Y/N nodded and looked up, smiling at him, “Yes, I am, my love. Thank you.”

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[nuttytani]

Free games that the ikevamp characters would play on their phone in the 21st century

a/n- no I am not reliving my childhood games through them nor am I being biased to certain characters laughs nervously

Theo secretly loves playing pancake tower on his phone. The excitement that he feels when he is able to break his highest current record is something else.

Jean enjoys playing once upon a tower. All you need to do is hit some goblins and stay away from a dragon, stress free game, wouldn't you agree?

Of course, Piano Tiles is most loved by our dear Mozart. Yes, he started playing it just to make fun of it but is now ironically... playing it like his music career depends on it. Later on he discovered project sekai, which he has to say, is close to becoming his most favourite game overall.

Do you remember Fruit Ninja? Yeah that game, guess who loves playing it? Our poster boy, Napoleon. Slicing these bad ass fruits with swords that have different effects is just chef kiss for him

Arthur LOVES LOVES LOVES playing dangerous fellows. No I am not taking any criticism on this, he just loves it, okay? Oh his close second is Mystic Messenger. The weird chat timing doesn't bother him because he barely sleeps on time, and it's always a nice break in the middle of 3 am.

Candy crush is Comte's favourite. No one knows why. He just enjoys it.

Vincent doesn't like playing much, but when he's in the mood, he adores my little terrarium, it's super relaxing for him.

Dots and Co., is Leonardo's jam. He installed the app on a whim but ended up getting addicted to it. Plays it whenever he's not sleeping or is free.

Dazai is also not really a fan of playing games, but tap tap fish is close to his heart. No stress, just cute little aquatic animals.

Does anyone remember unholyc? It was quite the hype like some time ago, Shakespeare got curious and installed it to see what it was about. He doesn't regret getting it

Sometimes, the mansion residents and shakespeare have game nights. They all play among us while voice chatting through discord.

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[chaosangel767]

Here is one of your requests darling. @queengiuliettafirstlady This is one of my all time favorite fics, ngl ❤ Enjoy ^-^

Tale As Old As Time

Fandom: IkeVamp

Prompt: Being too short to reach something and having their lover get it for them.

Pairing: Comte x Reader

Type: Fluff

Wc: 423

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The thrill of the hunt excites you, having gotten a quest from Sebastian, you open the library doors and slip inside. Your eyes scan the rows of books, hunting fir the precious book. Golden letters catch your eyes, the lighting from the lantern hits them, and they draw you in.

Beauty and the Beast

Looking around you spot a chair that you can use to boost yourself up, trying to reach the book. Your fingers graze the spin of the book, almost reaching it, but not quite there.

The arms around your waist startles you, and you squeak as you are lowered to the floor. You relax once you catch the golden eyes, a pout forming on your lips.

"What did you need?" The warm chuckles sends warmth through you and you point up at the book you are after.

"Sebas told me that it is the original story of Beauty and the beast" your voice is full of excitement. Comte laughs, reaching up to the shelf with ease. He pulls down the book, handing it to you gently.

"The original story by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve. This was one of the first editions made."

You look down at the book, awe fills you, the simple blue cover has a single rose etched into it with gold.

"A tale as old as time" you murmur, admiring the ancient print. Pressing a kiss to Comte's lips, you thank him.

"I'll be careful" you promise, Comte laughs and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"Come, Sebastian has given you the rest of the day off. If you would like we can read this together." Comte proposes, his fingers brushing along yours. Butterflies burst in your stomach at his touch and you smile shyly up at him.

"I would love too"

It isn't long before the two of you are situated in Comte's room, your head nestled in his lap while he reads. One hand idles in your hair, and your eyes flutter shut, visions dance behind your eyes as you picture the story. His voice is as smooth as honey, reading the tale to you. A smile has permanently fixed itself on your face. The feeling of something grazing your hand has you lazily opening your eyes. A delicate golden rose lays in your hand. Your fingers graze the petal, the gold matching the eyes of your lover. His lips brush against yours. Resting your head back in his lap, his voice continues late into the night, reading you the tale as old as time.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire comte #ikevamp fluff #my heart is still melting #I guess I really needed some fluff 🥺

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: vincent sees a masterpiece in you.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: GAHHH SHUT UP OKAY SHUT UP. HE'S SO KIND. i havent played hsi route yet but i am brainrotting a little. also i was inspired by myself because i realized how animated i am and i was immediately like "omg an artists muse" bc WOW all my facial expressions and body language could give an artist a career I MOVE TOO MUCH!!!!

anyway yes he's sweet but i don't really know a lot about him. do vincent kissers even exist!??!?!?!

An artist at heart, he’s accustomed to noticing the beauty of everything around him. From the way your eyes widen when you’re surprised to the way they crinkle when you’re happy, from the way your lips stretch across your face when you smile at him to the way they purse when you pout, from the way you drag your hands down your arms when you’re cold and trail them down your legs when you’re stretching, to the way your fingers position themselves around a pen when you’re scribbling out annotations in a cookbook.

Or maybe, he’s just become accustomed to noticing your beauty.

“Vincent.” you call, “You’re staring.”

He makes a soft noise of acknowledgment and flashes you an awkward smile. His eyes fall to the notepad in front of him, and he ignores the way his cheeks flush a tender pink. It’s a lovely feeling, the pitter-patter of his heart in his chest and the shaky breaths that come with knowing you.

He’s in awe of the artist that sketched you out and brought you to life. He's envious of the paints that colored you in. Vincent wishes there was a part of you for him in your masterpiece, a blank space that only he could fill. He would fill you with blues and yellows and browns, he would paint the night sky in your eyes and sunflowers along your legs. Each petal would be delicately sketched out along the flesh of your thigh, and his paintbrush would travel down your calves as he sculpted the stems. He would worship you like you deserve, treat you with reverence, and treasure you like nobody else could.

“Sunflower.” you whisper, right next to his ear, “Are you alright?”

Vincent snaps out of his trance once again, an easy smile falling across his lips. His chair groans against the floor as he pushes away from the table, staring up at you as you stand in front of him.

“Of course. I’m sorry for worrying you.” he says softly, looking up at you through his lashes, “Did you say something?”

“Nothing important.” you smile, like you know exactly what he’s been thinking.

You probably do. Vincent blushes, ducking his head to the side so you can’t see his face.

“Can you come to my room later? After you’re done here?” he asks, reaching out to touch you.

His hands rest on your hips, and you let him pull you closer. Your eyes are full of intrigue, and he knows you'll say yes, but he needs to hear the words from your lips.

“Of course.” you hum, leaning down to his level, “I wouldn’t go anywhere else.”

You kiss his forehead, and his heart stumbles in his chest. Right there, he sees it. He sees you. You’re made up of so many shades of color that belong to everyone you’ve ever met and loved, but right there, on your lips, are swirls of gold and blue.

And as you pull away, he sees sunflowers in your heart.

#auburn's fics <3 #ikevamp #ikevamp vincent x reader #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp fluff #ikevamp vincent fluff

[solomons-poison]

Home Dates with Leonardo HC

Leonardo x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: This was a commission! @rinaririr requested some stay-at-home date ideas with Leonardo. I can definitely see him being able to create a fun date no matter where you are, no money or travel needed. I hope you enjoy!

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fluff, domestic cuteness, just Leo romancing you every way he knows how lol

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 1089

Leonardo is well-known to history as the Renaissance man, but he often still surprises others with just how much he can do. For the days when you don’t want to go out and spend money for a date, or there’s nothing particularly interesting in town, Leonardo has no trouble with making up for it with stay-at-home dates. He’s always a wealth of ideas and skills that you’re still discovering well into your relationship together, but he’s happy to either follow your suggestions or assist you with finding something to do together.

If you mention wanting to bake or cook with Leonardo, he is all for it. Even coming from a pureblood family and not having to eat to live, the man was still an Italian first, through and through. There’s plenty of cooking experience under his belt, recipes passed down in his family over the centuries as well as recipes he picked up from all the humans he’s befriended over time. He’s more than happy to teach you all the cooking or baking secrets passed down to him, everything from pasta dishes and soups to warm, herby bread and soft cakes.

Although he doesn’t seem like a cook from the get-go, he gets around the kitchen with practiced ease, ending up with a whole pile of delicious, homemade foods for the two of you to indulge in, not to mention that having two sets of hands makes the process go faster. It also lets him get closer to you, learning about your particular food tastes, your favorite dishes, favorite seasonings, etc., which he’s sure to memorize for next time. It definitely doesn’t escape you that he will be much flirtier than usual, calling you the usual “cara mia” but slipping in plenty of other endearing terms and compliments, too. Just the intimacy and the romance of it all will have you feeling like a married couple.

After food has been made, a painting picnic is in order. Although Vincent is typically the resident artist, Leo has no problems reminding you that he’s just as talented at the arts as anything else. He’ll pack supplies for your date, a couple small canvases, paints, brushes, easels, and of course some of the foods you two had made together. If the weather is good, he’ll take you to an open field to paint the wildflowers together, giving you painting tips or even giving you a painting challenge to see who can paint something the quickest. Of course, it’s not long before that challenge results in smudged paintings and plenty of laughs at your warped creations. You may or may not end up with some paint on your face or your clothes after some teasing jabs with the paintbrush.

If the weather is poor and rainy, then he’ll settle for painting at home. He’ll plan to either borrow Vincent’s room for the space or risk painting under the gazebo with you, listening to the sounds of the rain around you as he shows you some of his painting techniques. It may result in getting up close and personal, Leonardo coming up close behind you and guiding your hand, stating he’s only doing this to demonstrate effectively, teasing you if you get flustered. He’ll definitely let the sounds of the rain cover up any sneaky kisses he gives you.

It’s easy to get lost in the world of art with Leonardo as he keeps you distracted with plenty of town gossip and discussing plans for projects or what have you. As the day moves into evening, his next plan is for backyard camping. He’s always aware of the messy state of his room, so the camping idea is partly to avoid his room but also an excuse to keep you to himself. No need for fancy hotels or traveling very far, just a tent and some pillows and blankets brought out to a remote corner of the property to have some privacy.

There, hidden away from the world– and particularly, the other residents– Leonardo can cuddle with you as much as he’d like without any interruptions. He can complain about Comte to you, or silly things that the other mansion residents have done when they thought he wasn’t looking. Or he may borrow an instrument from Mozart and serenade you, give you your own mini concert. He’s picked up plenty of romantic songs over time, and it becomes his mission to woo you so completely until you’re thinking of nothing but him.

As it gets darker outside, he may borrow Isaac’s telescope to do some star watching with you. He’s learned about numerous constellations, both from his own studies as well as from the many books he’s read, and the difference in light pollution from this era versus modern day means you can see the stars wonderfully. If you’re interested, he’ll even tell you about some of the mythology connected to the constellations, surprising you with his boundless knowledge on Greek myths, Egyptian myths, etc. Regardless of whether you can see those particular constellations from where you are, his descriptions of the stars are enough to make an image in your mind. You can definitely tell when he steers towards any romantic mythology, but for the most part, he gets absorbed into sharing his knowledge with you, just rambling on until he’s done.

Finally, as the night gets cold and he’s run out of things to share with you, he of course recommends finishing your home date with a visit to Le Thermae. It’s practically like a spa date, with Leonardo bringing you scented items such as oils to make you smell good and help you relax. He even has a pair of fluffy robes to wear afterwards, the very height of luxury. Whether you two want it to end on a spicy note or not, he’s okay with either, but mostly, he just wants to hold you close in his arms as the water warms you both up from the chilly night air. However, if things between you two start to get a little handsy, he’s not complaining. Regardless, so long as the night ends with you two warmed to the core and in each other’s arms, he’s happy. And once you two are out of the bath, clean and dry, he’s making sure to bundle up with you in either his room or yours, delivering some final kisses before settling in to sleep. All in all, he’s making sure that your stay-at-home date is as fulfilling as anything you could do outdoors.

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[xxsycamore]

𝗟𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗲 [Vincent x Reader]

↬ 💛 It's as if Vincent's smile alone is able to fight your cramps, but it seems like he has a stronger weapon up his sleeve.

Vincent van Gogh x menstruating!Reader • rating: G • tags: Menstruation; Period Cramps; mentions of Menstruation art; Fluff; Pet names • wordcount:  973 • masterlist

a/n: It's Vincent's turn! If you happen to suffer from cramps and you want your favorite ikevamp suitor comforting you in their own unique way, may I also offer: Napoleon, Comte, Mozart, Theo, Leonardo, Sebastian, Arthur (NSFW) 💕(All fics in this series share the same opening scene!)

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

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

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

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

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

***

Did the room just get brighter or- no, that's just your boyfriend Vincent entering. The beam of light that is his smile upon finding you here is cutting through the dark clouds of despair lingering over your head... but he still seems to notice them.

"Are you alright, schatje? I don't see you laying around here often..."

You let out a meek noise signaling he's indeed right to worry, as much as you don't want this to be the case... Rising to a seated position while still hugging the pillow, you follow Vincent's baby blue eyes as he takes a seat next to you, and finally mutter the words.

"My tummy hurts."

Vincent's eyes widen further. "Oh no! What can I do for you? Do you have more of those pills from your time in your bag?"

"I don't think so... Can you just stay here with me for a while?"

Vincent takes one of your hands to caress, giving you his best smile and a nod even though you can tell he's still worried. Relaxing back in the soft cushions together with him, you find it cute how his soft sigh comes only after yours. His care is always so gentle and thorough, and you can always feel it.

Melting into his caress as he draws figures on your palm, you suddenly think of something and giggle.

"What's it, schatje?"

"I just remembered, did you know that in my time menstrual art was a thing? Like artists using menstrual blood for their paintings?"

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as soon as the question leaves your mouth, not quite sure if you should've said it after all. You know your Vincent but even so, it's a ...peculiar thing to talk about.

"Really? That's so intriguing, what a unique and bold way to represent one's struggles... I'm happy to know that the social stigma about it is no more. It never stood right with me, it's part of being...human."

You don't have the heart to tell him that this is far from the end of the stigma surrounding periods, but you're pleasantly surprised by his reaction. When you first started dating, you'd notice him getting red about any and all...adult topics, as well as the aspect of relationships as a whole, so you're glad to know you're not making him feel awkward with this. It must come from a place of understanding the human self, as you know his past of trying to learn about it for his paintings.

You mentioned menstrual art almost out of boredom, like a fun fact you randomly remembered, but somehow now you're thinking about him, about the struggles of his own that he'd once put on paper, about how much deeper he is beyond the surface. He'd get those surprised faces when he presents the meaning behind one of his paintings, like they'd never expect such depth coming from the shallow personality of Vincent who seems to always keep a default tiny smile on his face. The passion hidden beneath is only unraveled to those closest to him and... you're glad to be where you are, resting your head on his shoulder right now.

Vincent lets out one of those small chuckles that make flowers bloom in your chest.

"Just as I ran out of red blood."

Blink.

You raise your head from Vincent's shoulder to look at him. He smiles at you, tilting his head, but you can see something bubbling underneath the surface, as if he's holding in his laughter.

You give in first so he naturally follows, reassuring with words too as an extra measure.

"I'm joking, sorry. The others said I should joke more often... something about being able to keep a straight face."

"They're right!" You say between fits of chuckles that continue to come when you imagine this conversation taking place. "Not because of the straight face, you're genuinely funny."

"Hehe, I don't get that often. Thank you."

You return the soft smile Vincent gives you, and you're being nudged into resting your head down once again. It's then that you notice.

"I think my tummy doesn't ache as much anymore!"

Vincent's gasp is barely audible, but this close up you catch it just fine. Or maybe you're sensitive about his reactions like that.

"That's good to hear. After all, laughter is the best medicine."

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[wampremt]

Okay, so this is my first story. I generally just wanted to try out, how hard it was to write such a text at this length AND in english. If it turned out good or not. Idk. But i guess it’s quite alright. Please tell me what you guys think, you can be ruthless! No seriously, please point out those things that you didn’t like (apart from spelling errors) , so i can improve on them. Thank you! Xxx

Title: Leonardo and the moon.

Warnings: none, i think?

It was in the middle of the night, i barely saw anything in this damn house, without electric lights. I didn’t had a candle near me that i could light up. The only light, i had came from the moon, shining through the window. I felt really sick, that‘s also the reason i woke up in the first place. Since i‘m staying here in the mansion, i get homesick alot, and it’s gotten to the point, where my emotions bottle up so much, that i get physically sick, sometimes. I knew that some fresh air would do me a favour, so i put on my slippers and quietly stumbled down the stairs to get outside in the garden. I didn’t wanted to wake anyone up, but most importantly, i didn’t wanted them to know how bad i sometimes feel. When i came to the entrance door, i hold my breath and prayed that it wouldn’t make a sound when i opened it. There where only a few creaks, from the door that probably weren’t even loud, but i swear to god in the middle of the night, when everything is deathly-quiet, the smallest noice seems so loud. When i managed to slightly open up the door, i slid right threw it and i was greeted by the cold breeze from the night.

I walked straight to the old birch tree, that i always sit under, when the sun is grilling me during daytime, apart from that it’s a great spot to have everything in sight or should i say everyone. I sat down in the grass , even tho it was a bit wet, but i didn’t care at that point. I took a deep breath of the cold air and felt how my sickness went away little by little. Suddenly i saw a light coming from the door and a men walked out. It was Leonardo, that straight up looked at me. He came up to me, with his candle in the hand and looked down on me. I just wanted to disappear at that point, because i know to explain this i would have to expose my feelings. “Cara mia?” he softly spoke. I didn’t dare to look at him, because i felt ashamed. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night? It’s cold isn’t it?” he crouched down in front of me, to look at me face to face. Still looking at my knees i stumbled: “i.. i.. i guess i just wanted to see the moon. You know?” I started feel feeling hot drops running over my cheeks. Oh god, please don’t tell me i’m crying in front of him. Why am i even crying? Nothing happed. My only chance of him not noticing was to put my head even further down. “The moon? Yeah you’re right, the moon is beautiful tonight. You surely you don’t mind if i sit next to you, to look at him as well.” With that said, he sat right next to me in the wet grass, leaning against this old tree. The candle he brought with him, got blown out by the wind, so it was just him, me and the moon. When i dared to look up to him, he noticed my tear glazed eyes and said “Hmm. It’s really weird.” “What is weird?” My voice was a bit unstable from me being an emotional mess. “The stars and the moon try so hard to shine bright and beautiful to get my attention, and yet all i can do is look in to your sparkling eyes. It’s weird.” That came so unexpected, that i was completely ripped away from my sorrow. I couldn’t help myself, i had to start smiling, even if i tried to suppress it. As soon as he took notice of my reaction he started grinning as well and added jokingly. “oh well, now you made it impossible to look away.” “Why are you doing this for me?” I said facing him. It was the first time that i had the chance to look him straight in the eyes like this. The silvery moon light made his brown eyes shimmer in a dreamy way, that completely captured my attention. “Why am i doing this? I don’t know what i’m doing. I’m looking at the moon, just like you.” With that said he turned his head, back up to the sky. We sat there a while watching the night, none of us said a word, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The later it got, the more i was freezing, i was trying to hide it, because i enjoyed this moment and i didn’t wanted it to end already, just because i was cold. But apparently you can’t hide how you feel from this man, because he soon took notice, that i was shaking a bit. “Mc, do you want to go inside? It’s getting cold.”

I had a sad look on my face, i was fearing that he would ask me that question, but i knew that it would be better. “Yeah, it’s probably better.” Leonardo got up and lend me a hand to get up as well. We both slowly walked to the door of my room. In front of it i turned to him and whispered to him, to not wake anyone else up “ Leonardo?” “Hm? What is it Cara mia?” Would you be willing to look at moon with me sometime again?” That question brought a gentle smile to his beautiful face. “ i would love to cara mia, but just so you know, We can also spend time together, when the moon or the stars aren’t shining. Whenever you wake up in the middle of the night and you need someone, you can come to me.” “It wasn’t the first time you noticed that i woke up in the middle of the night?” “No, it wasn’t. I know that it can be uncomfortable to be sad in of front others, but it’s important that you know, that you can come to me whenever you feel that way and i will try everything in my power to make you feel a little bit better.” I was so overwhelmed by his kindness, i just hugged him. I couldn’t see his face, because i burried mine into his chest. The only thing i felt is that his long arms swung around me. I felt so secure and protected. While being in his embrace, i heard his voice once again, but i didn’t just hear it i felt it, the vibration in his chest. “ cara mia? Do you want me to stay with you this night?” I lifted my head up to look him straight into his face, that i could barely see. “Yes, please stay with me Leonardo.” With that he kissed my forehead and we disappeared in my room.

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[maries-gallery]

3K CELEBRATION

xoxo, gossip girl <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is open for ikevamp and ikepri

PROMPTS:

Lap dance

One night stand

Receiving sexy lingerie

Date in Paris

Love confession

Receiving flowers

Sex on a ride (car, carriage)

Teasing him in public

Being pushed against a wall

Enemies to lovers

A love that can never be

Surprise date

Drunk confession

Night at the pub/club (precise which one)

Shopping together

Sneaking out of a party

First time together

QUOTES:

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

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

"Tell me you love me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Strip for me."

"For you, I would."

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

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

Have fun!

marie <3

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[ikeromantic]

Ikevamp Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 3

Arthur, Jean, Isaac, Dazai, and Will!

Arthur

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jean

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

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

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

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

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

"In my country. Why?"

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

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

"We are marked. Connected."

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

Isaac

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dazai

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

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

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

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

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

Will

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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