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Soooo my ducklings, I am beginning to work through my drafts so that hopefully I’ll be opening my requests again ^^ It’s gonna take me a while, and I’m so so sorry that it’s taken me so long >2< I can’t thank you enough for sticking by me during my hiatus and slower upload schedule - You are awesome <3

- JJ x

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Leonardo Da Vinci:

Leonardo will need a little time to get used to the constant affection but, he’ll learn to love it as much as MC does. 

He’ll be firm with his boundary of needing some space and time to himself but whenever he can, he’ll make sure to be with his girlfriend and make sure she knows exactly how he feels about her.

Leo is an excellent cuddler: He’s big and warm and his hugs always make his lover feel protected and safe. His embrace is especially welcome on cold winter days where snow coats the gardens with a blanket of frost, and always a little tighter on days where you’re feeling especially tired or grumpy.

Leonardo is a sleepy, sleepy man but that makes him an amazing cuddler. When he feels MC’s presence enter the room, he’ll simply open his arms where he lays in bed - not even blinking an eye open - and usher her against his broad, warm chest. 

Arthur Conan Doyle:

He absolutely adores the attention, honestly he cannot get enough of his darling little bird and he cannot bring himself to say no to a good cuddle whenever MC needs it.

Arthur is a very hands-on lover so to have that energy reciprocated by MC? That’s paradise to him.

Arthur is a very fidgety cuddler, he’ll need to change positions a lot, his hands will wander both innocently and not-so innocently from time to time.

Morning cuddles are a must with Arthur. He normally goes to bed far after MC does so, he’ll always relish lazy mornings in with her, carding his deft fingers through their messy hair and nuzzling his face comfortably into the crook of his beloved’s neck.

William Shakespeare:

Will finds the idea of being with someone 24/7 a little daunting - its not that he doesn’t want to spend time with his girlfriend whenever he has the chance, not at all, he just needs space to himself sometimes. 

However, he is extremely grateful to her for making him so feel loved and secure; he never had to ask how she feels about him because she always makes it clear that she is absolutely smitten with him.

Shakespeare is an anxious cuddler. When you first snuggle up to each other, he’ll be a little stiff and awkward but once he’s warmed up, his main objective is to just be as close as possible.

Puck will often join the cuddles too! 

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Shookspeare Royal Romance: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Hello my ducklings! How are we? You voted on the poll yesterday and you voted overwhelmingly for the completion of the #ShookspeareRoyalRomance mini series from before my writing break. I'm so so glad you chose this! Please have the Mozart instalment - with the Shakespeare instalment to come soon ^^

-JJ x

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Thus I imagine Angels, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

MC smiled to herself as she swept the kitchen, humming sweetly as someone played the piano somewhere down the palace corridors. She’d been the devoted maid to Prince Jean for sometime and had become accustomed to the workings of his palace, so she found the twinkling piano music a little confusing, though certainly not unwelcome, as the music room often lay vacant apart from during lavish parties.  The maid continued to clean the kitchen through the evening, even as the piano stopped playing, so dedicated to last little spot on one of the wine glasses that she didn’t notice a handsome man watching from the doorway and paying close attention to her quiet singing, “Du hast eine hübsche Stimme.” MC turned to find the owner of the cool, modulated voice: It belonged to an impossibly beautiful man with white hair like dove’s feathers and eyes carved of piercing amethyst and blooming violets.

"Excusez-moi, monsieur.” The young lady smiled a little guilty, glancing at her feet and not noticing the small smirk on his thin lips, “I’m sorry if my singing disturbed you.”

“No, that’s not what I said.” The gentleman took a few steps towards MC and took her delicate hand in his own, kissing it briefly, his lips almost as soft as the white cotton gloves he wore, “Your voice is charming, Miss?”

“MC, Monsieur?”

“Prince Wolfgang.” The Austrian prince replied somewhat dryly before wandering past MC to make himself a cup of coffee, leaving the maid stunned speechless, her cheeks pink and mouth hung slightly agape as she watched him gracefully prepare his drink.

“Y-your Grace,” MC curtsied, eliciting a small chuckle from Wolfgang who was pouring his coffee.

“As you were, this isn’t a formal setting,” the prince waved his hand in the maid’s general direction, picking up his coffee with the other and making his way out of the kitchen, turning back to MC once he’d passed into the hallway, “I entrust that I’ll see you at my cousin’s dance tomorrow night?”

“I expect I’ll be serving wine there, yes Prince W-wolfgang.” She stuttered over his name quietly, a warm flush on her cheeks, conjuring up the image of him dressed to the nines in a fine suit and silken gloves in her head. 

“Hm, I think not.” Wolfgang replied, turning back towards MC and taking her chin between forefinger and thumb, his amethyst eyes glinting with mischief and something akin to sultriness as he peered into her soul, “You’ll accompany me to the dance. I insist that you be on my arm all night.” And before the maid could object, the handsome prince strode off down the hallway and out of sight, leaving her stunned still and silent. 

The next night, as the sun’s golden rays began to set in favour of hanging delicate, twinkling stars in the darkening sky, MC anxiously brushed her silken hair, the bristles of her brush gliding through her hair. Her pulse raced uncomfortably in her chest as she gazed upon her reflection, her visage painted with intricate makeup, a sparkling necklace of amethysts and pearls adorning her slim, pretty neck and a sour frown on her face, “Maybe I should just forget it …”  she muttered to herself. The sweet maid-turned-faux princess stood up shakily, her ankles not yet used to the heels she wore or the weight of the beautiful plum purple gown that she had borrowed from one of the palace’s ladies. It felt wrong, like she was masquerading as someone she wasn’t as she nervously held her stomach and quietly tottered down the halls towards the ballroom. 

Prince Wolfgang was the picture of elegance in the bustling ballroom; His dove white hair fell effortlessly to frame his slender face, his violet eyes sparkled in the candlelight and his suit was tight against his body, showing off his gorgeous body perfectly. He tutted and brushed off another noble woman who had been eying him up, impatiently drafting his eyes around in search of the enchanting maid that he’d invited to dance with him. And then, he saw her - glowing in the crowd, despite the awkward little frown on her painted lips. His legs carried his slender body toward her, taking her warm hands gently into his own slightly cold pair and kissing his thin lips to her skin softly. 

“Thus I imagine angels,” he whispered against her hand, making a peachy pink blush blossom across the apples of her cheeks, before their eyes met with a spark, “You are the picture of beauty.”

MC shuffled awkwardly on the spot, appreciating the Prince’s affections but not so much the slightly stuffy, overly formal atmosphere, “Why me?” she challenged. 

It was now Wolfgang’s turn to be stunned, his eyes widening in shock and his own cheeks now reddening, “Was?”

The young lady stepped closer to the prince, her heart fluttering and her stomach filled with butterflies as she smelt the sweet, chocolatey aroma of his cologne and felt the warmth of his body against her’s. His capable hand slipping to the small of her back didn’t go unnoticed, either. “You’re a prince, you could have any and every woman in the world. Princesses throw themselves at your feet every other day! So,” she peered at him through her pretty eyelashes which only made her ever more attractive to the young man, “Why would you choose a plain little maid?”

The delightful melodies of a beautiful waltz began to play and without warning, Prince Wolfgang swept MC up into an effortless waltz in his lithe yet surprisingly toned arms, the couple gazing into each other’s eyes like they’d fallen in love many moons ago. The crowd around them dissolved away as they felt like the only people on Earth, the elaborate party a distant memory as they danced without a single care for the rest of the world, “There’s just something about you,” he smirked. MC’s delicate little hands grasped at his shoulders, “Something irresistible.”

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My ducklings, Imma be so real with y'all--

It kills me that I can't be more active here like I used to be! My plans for a full comeback have fallen flat a couple of times because, honestly, my adhd is my worst enemy + my career is veryyyyy demanding >2< So my plan is to pop in and out of here whenever I get the chance, tho that is gonna be quite sporadic.

I want to thank you all for sticking by me for so long: Your support is so special to me and I am so so grateful for each and every one of you who enjoy my writing ^^ I love y'all so much <3

Please have this lil mini Theo snippet as my apology gift for disappearing so often >2< I hope you are all doing great (and happy 2025!)

-JJ xxx

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Theodorus van Gogh x Reader:

Scarlet heat rushed to MC's cheeks, delicate, desperate hands grasping at Theo's silken scarf to steady themself. The gentle warmth of the Dutchman's large hands on their waist, the thump of his heartbeat and the sweet, intoxicating scent of his cologne - cinnamon, tar and hot ginger - all paired with the sharp smirk on his face, was all too much for MC to handle.

"Heh," the sound reverberated somewhere deep in Theo's chest, rumbling in a way that could only ever be comforting to those privileged enough to experience it, "You're blushing pretty hard there, Hondje." There was that darn pet-name that only made the peachy blush on MC's cheeks blossom further.

"I beg to differ!" They huffed softly, finally gazing up to meet Theo's eyes of proud peacock blue.

He cocked a caramel brown eyebrow, his smooth tone as warm as amber whiskey, "Then beg." MC's face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, their words catching in their throat. Before they could even think of a retort to battle Theo's comment, the vampire's sugared lips crashed into their own, messily and passionately. MC's beautiful eyes widened and they froze momentarily, prompting the tall, Dutch vampire to growl softly against their soft lips, pulling back by only half a centimetre to break the silence, "Heh, why aren't you kissin' back? You know that you want to."

Without warning, MC crashed their delicate lips against Theo's, gratefully accepting the passionate kiss he returned to them, both of them dizzy from the feeling of finally having their feelings reciprocated by the other. MC pulled back slightly, their chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement and their cheeks brighter than the sun that hung in the spring sky outside, "We should do that more often."

Theodorus smirked down at the object of his every affection, joking, "Buy me a drink first, Hondje."

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Johann Georg Faust, "Gentle Beast"

Hey hey ducklings! I hope you're all doing amazingly, I'm sorry I'm pretty absent these days >2<

please have this lil mini fic I wrote - Some Faust feels for your Tuesday <3

-JJ x

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Electric green eyes glinted in the darkness of the Parisian night, bright like the stained glass that adorned his beautiful - if never truly holy - church. His irises, that weren't quite evil but certainly weren't saintly, haunted her every step, stalked every slight movement that the young lady made: The shivers of winter's cold on her skin mixed with the pang of fear that shot through her veins made her delicate, narrow shoulders tremble. Faust licked his lips, making the frost that grew there disappear for just a moment, the tantalising scent of her blood - smooth raspberry wine - drawing him closer to her, his steps out of his control as he followed le Comte's new pet down a lamp-lit street behind the pub. He growled involuntarily when he caught a glimpse of MC's merlot-red lipstick; it was smudged across her plump, perfectly heart shaped lips; Had some other filthy mouth contaminated her own? Or perhaps, had she partaken in one-too-many drinks that night? Either way, the vampire didn't intend to end his game, oh no, she was the ultimate prize; A pretty girl, vibrant blood that ran underneath her blemishless skin that he craved uncontrollably; Sweet pomegranate liquor that would no doubt stain his lips, chin and heart. His heart thumped within his chest as he approached the woman and swiftly took hold of her wrists, pulling them behind her back and inhaling the scents of perfume, liquor and blood that swirled around her. He denied himself the exhilarating bite that he had intended to take despite the silent screaming of his throat for a drink of her delicious nectar. MC's breath was laboured yet steady. She was afraid, but she knew it was no stranger, after all she wasn't stupid; she had noticed Faust observing her over the course of the few short weeks she had been living under le Comte's care, "Has Vlad not got anyone else you can feed off of?"

Faust was silent for a moment, considering his response before he spoke, his grip on her wrists faltering in favour of a slightly softer grasp, "Not every whiskey is suited to my tastes." He felt her pulse rush, his thumb placed gently on her inner wrist - was she excited?

"Are you going to kill me?"

Faust's emerald green eyes widened at her bold question, why couldn't he bring himself to satisfy his desperate hunger? Did he simply want his game to continue? Or, was it the growing affection he felt for the young woman somewhere in his previously cold, unfeeling heart? He smirked, pressing a searing hot kiss to her neck before bracing himself for the bite.

"If you were easy to kill I would've done it already."

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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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Shookspeare mini Christmas!

My ducklings, my little luvs, how have we been? I’ve kinda been off Tumblr for a while because my postgraduate studies + my job have literally been taking up all of my time >2< Merry Christmas, Happy holidays and I hope y’all have a lovely winter, my luvs!

- JJ x

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Theodorus van Gogh:

MC wiped her flour-covered hands on the front of her apron and smiled to herself softly as she approached the door leading out into the hall, quirking a brow with curiosity when she noticed Theo standing in the doorway, leaning forward slightly, with his forearms on either side of the doorframe, “Oh, good evening Theo. What can I do for you? Dinner isn’t quite ready yet-”

The art dealer smirked and gestured to the ceiling above him where there hung a fresh sprig of mistletoe - no doubt placed there by Arthur - with forest green leaves and alabaster white berries, “Isn’t it tradition to kiss under the mistletoe, hondje?” MC’s cheeks flushed warm with peachy pink blush as her own gaze flitted between the wintery plant and her smirking boyfriend underneath it. She nodded slowly as she untied her apron and tossed it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, stuffing her little hands into her pockets bashfully, smiling sweetly at Theo, “Oke then,” the Dutch man continued, “Geef me een kus.”

The housemaid shuffled forward towards Theo and stepped up onto her tiptoes and reached her arms up to loop behind her boyfriend’s neck, letting her eyes flutter closed before placing a soft kiss to his lips, her cheeks only heating up further when Theo’s hands found her waist and squeezed with a gentleness that he’d handle a priceless painting with. The feeling of Theo’s searing kiss lingered on MC’s lips when she pulled back, the tastes of hot ginger, sweet sugar and rich whiskey remaining on her plump lips even though she and Theo were no longer touching. The lady blinked up at her lover who didn’t budge an inch, cocking her head slightly to the side when he simply grinned down at her, “Theo?”

The art dealer glanced back up at the mistletoe, icy blue eyes twinkling with mischief when they met MC’s wide pair, “The mistletoe’s still there, MC. I don’t hear no bells.” He pointed his right index finger up at the pretty green plant, biting his lip with a smirk as he leant a little closer to his girlfriend. Theo placed one of his large, warm hands on the small of MC’s back as the other found the back of her head, his long fingers tangling in her soft hair when he pulled her towards him before finally pressing his lips to her’s. Theo’s kiss was surprisingly gentle, not so much a crash of burning passion like high waves meeting the shore like usual, but more of sweet wave of warmth, like hot cocoa on in the harsh winter, warming her heart with love and security. MC sighed sweetly when she and Theo parted, looping her arms around his waist and nuzzling her soft cheek against his toned chest, “Is my little hondje excited for Christmas tomorrow?”

The young woman nodded smally, grinning to herself as she took note of Theo’s warm cinnamon and clove scented cologne, “Of course I am, Theo! I get to spend the day with you and have good food, open presents and hopefully get to kiss you under the mistletoe again.” MC let go of her boyfriend and rose up on her tiptoes to peck his cheek softly before sauntering away down the hallway, “See you at dinner, Theodorus.”

The vampire stuttered slightly, feeling pink heat rush to his pale cheeks as he watched his beloved walk away, “See you at dinner, schatje.”

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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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Hello there! It's lovely that you're back! I'd like to ask about Freda if that's okay. Who did she fall for first, between Theo and Arthur?💖💖

Heya my duckling! You know it feels good to be back! My life has been sorta crazy lately - I've started my postgraduate degree, moved back out of my parents' place, started training more seriously - so I've been a busy bee ^^' But I'm so happy to be getting back to writing, I'm really hoping to fully get back into the swing of it and get to share my big projects with y'all soon!

- JJ x

Anyways, Freda:

Sometimes I've heard the expression 'Growing into love' instead of 'Falling in love' and I think those 2 different phrases describe how Freda caught feelings for both Theo and Arthur perfectly.

With Arthur, his charm and charisma had Freda from "Hello, luv". When she fell for Arthur, Freda felt like a high schooler falling in love for the first time: Bashful, giggly, playful which Arthur would just adore and make him turn up the flirting even more. She was aware of her feelings the whole time and ecstatic about the whole thing, I mean c'mon - Handsome guy, charming and funny, giving her all the attention in the world, what girl wouldn't be absolutely gushing about that? There was never a moment where he failed to make her smile or blush or laugh and even though a bit shy, Freda can give as good as she gets with flirting so safe to say, Arthur (who is used to be being flirted with a lot) had a few moments where he was caught off guard by Freda's reciprocation, leaving him stunned to the spot before breaking out into a smirk, "You devilish bird, you." She fell fast and hard for Arthur and the feeling was very much mutual.

Whereas with Theo, I think Freda instantly found him more attractive (he's a bit more her type when it comes to looks) but his steely, mean exterior kinda put her off of him for a while: a strictly 'look but don't touch' basis. They fell into this pattern between them, almost like with Theo and Arthur, where they had great banter and would tease each other as friends a lot before Freda realised she had feelings for Theo. It happened the first time he said her name, at work after a long day of helping out at the gallery, "You did a good job today, Freda. C'mon, lets go get pancakes." He ruffled her hair with an almost boyish grin before he started collecting his things and that's when realisation hit Freda like a tonne of bricks - She'd been slowly growing in love with him this whole time. And it was clear to see that Theo had it bad for Freda too: He’d catch himself gazing at her softly, admiring her like she were a painting, anyone could see that he had a huge soft spot for her and he felt himself particularly drawn to portraits of women with long dark brown hair and grey eyes ever since she came around.

Send me an OC ask!

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👻 whoooo wip Wednesday. Share a wip or be haunted forever whoooo 👻

I know I got this like last week and today is Tuesday but its okie - here's one of my fave WIPs rn!

-JJ x

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“Good morning. Can I get you a coffee?”

“Black please, luv -“ Arthur paused, looking up from his paper, his sapphire eyes wide as he noticed the beautiful woman in the maid’s outfit. Beautiful chocolate brown hair that perfectly framed her roundish face, gentle dove grey eyes brimming with kindness and a smile he thought could melt the harshest of winters. He swallowed, hard. “Good morning, pretty bird,” his tone was flirtatious as it usually was but now mixed with something soft and sweet, curiosity and affection as he took her small hand in his own and kissed it carefully, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Freda will be staying with us for a while, Arthur. She is Monsieur le Comte’s guest.” Sebastian spoke matter of factly as Freda giggled and blushed at Arthur’s attention. The butler placed the breakfast plates on the table, turning to smile at Freda as he did, “Sit down for breakfast, Freda. This is your first day here, I don’t expect you to work.” The young lady nodded and took a seat next to Arthur at the table, only blushing harder when the blue haired Brit beside her scooted his chair just a little closer and placed his warm hand on her thigh.

“Freda? I’ve never heard such a beautiful name and may I say, it suits you perfectly, you pretty little thing.” Arthur grinned, only for his expression to be soured when another, gruffer voice joined the conversation,

“Not like you to keep your playthings round for breakfast, Arthur.” A tall, handsome man with caramel brown hair and icy blue eyes entered the dining room, scowling at Arthur before he sat down opposite Freda and took the newspaper into his big hands, though he couldn’t stop gazing at the young lady across the table, “Theodorus. Sorry that you’ve had to meet Arthur. I don’t recognise you from Paris, though.”

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Thank you for your ask, anon my duckling! This was so nice to write, oddly enough, idk just thinking about how the vamps would positively reinforce their MC makes me so happy eee ^^

- JJ x

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

MC played the ivory keys of the piano expertly, deft fingers flitting with perfect execution across the keys without error. They grinned as their hands danced along the instrument, making beautiful music that rung gloriously around the music room and out of the ajar door and into the hallway where it caught the attention of their boyfriend who paused in his tracks to listen before stepping into the music room, 

“Sonata in C is for four hands, why are you playing it alone?” Mozart’s clear voice cut through the gentle twinkling of the piano, startling MC who fumbled over the keys and pressed down haphazardly in shock, letting an unpleasant array of dissonant notes sound out. MC looked almost guilty as their genius composer of a boyfriend stared at them with a mixture of his regular cool blankness and curiosity, scrambling to pick themselves up off the piano stool as heat rose pink on their cheeks, “Don’t run away.” The vampire’s tone was beautifully commanding, making MC sit back down on the stool without a second thought, albeit their embarrassment which Mozart found rather adorable as he sat himself beside his lover. He quirked an eyebrow at the lack of sheet music on the music shelf, “Playing from memory? Impressive.”

MC averted their gaze to the piano pedals, embarrassed that their boyfriend, the Mozart, had caught them playing music that he himself had written, and fidgeted a little in their seat next to him, “I’m not as good as you.” MC’s voice was timid and quiet, their eyes tinged with sadness which made Wolfgang frown deeply and take their chin between thumb and forefinger,

“That’s not a reason to discredit yourself, Liebling. You play exceptionally.” Mozart’s violet eyes were bright with affection and truth as he smiled at his love gently before placing a soft kiss to their cheek and placing his fingers on the keys elegantly, “Now, no hiding your talents from me anymore, Liebchen. Let’s play something together.”

Isaac Newton:

Isaac frowned at the endless pool of papers on his desk and the floor surrounding him, pushing his glasses up as he examined a page of equations for seemingly the hundredth time and grumbling at his own handwriting. He didn’t bother looking up at the door when he heard a knock from the other side of the wood, “Come in.” 

“I brought you your lunch, professor,” MC smiled softly as they pushed the door open with their hip, their hands both busy with holding the tray of sandwiches, rouge and tea. Isaac felt his cheeks flush with heat at the title his lover used for him, a blush that only got deeper when he glanced up to see their pretty smile.

“You know you can just call me ‘Isaac’. You’re my partner, not my student.” The physicist's tight shoulders relaxed slightly when he felt MC’s careful hands gently rubbing out the tense knots underneath his skin, and he sighed softly, “I can’t seem to get these equations to make sense. It should be simple, I just can’t work out which of these calculations is throwing it off.” Isaac handed his lover the sheet he’d been pouring over for the past few hours while he reached for one of the small bottles of rouge they’d brought for him, taking a little swig before he began to eat his lunch.

MC stared at the numbers for a minute in silence, feeling Isaac’s dusty pink eyes on their face inquisitively when they spoke, “I see what you’ve done.” They took a pen from the desk and placed the page in front of Isaac, pointing to one equation with the nib of the pen, “The square root of 1018 is 31.9031122671, you’ve just missed out a 2 here in the middle.” MC scribbled a 2 in the correct place and grinned as Isaac took the pen from their hand gently and thusly corrected the rest of the maths on the page, his eyes wide when he looked up at them in shock,

“How on earth did you spot that?” There was a upturn to the corners of his lips as MC just shrugged a little and turned to leave, but Isaac caught their wrist and pulled them into a an uncharacteristically enthusiastic hug, “Perhaps I should have you check all of my work from now on.”

Arthur Conan Doyle:

Arthur smiled softly to himself as he scanned through the scrawled little story in MC’s notebook that had been left open on his desk, his eyes bright with intrigue and curiosity as he read, “You devilish little thing, keeping your brilliance from me.” The vampire was drawn from his entrancement from MC’s story by the sound of MC themselves at door, stuttering as they dropped the basket of laundry they were carrying, “Oh, afternoon, luv.”

“Arthur, you found my book-” MC blushed deeply as they rushed over to their boyfriend and tried to pry the notebook from his hands, whining when he held it  above their head - just high enough so that they couldn’t reach it - “C’mon, give it back! Its not like its any good.”

“Are you joking, poppet? This writing is superb!” Arthur’s genuine grin faltered and fell to a frown when he noticed the sour look on his darling’s face, “D-do you not believe me?” His eyebrows curved downward in sadness and his heart beat thick with distress when he noticed the completely blue expression that MC wore, almost like they were about to cry, “MC, I’m telling the truth, this story is brilliant.” The author smiled softly at MC, pinching their cheek affectionately and breaking out into a grin when they shot him a small, sad smile back, “There’s that beautiful smile that I love.”

“I’ll never be as good as you though, Artie,” MC shrugged, sighing softly and turning to leave, frowning at Arthur when he rushed past them and closed the door, standing in the way, “Sebas will kill me if I don’t get back to work soon.”

“I think not, luv,” Arthur smirked when MC looked at him questioningly before he ushered them over to the chaise lounge only to pepper their cheeks with kisses, his grin only growing when MC began to giggle and blush, a genuine smile on their lips to replace the sad one they’d worn minutes earlier, “Now I want to hear all about your writing - no ‘ifs’, ‘ands’ or ‘buts’, alright?”

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Heya my lovely anon! Thank you for your kindness, it’s so lovely and reassuring to have your support ^^ I’m sorry this took me so so long to write - my break from writing was wayyyy longer than I had expected it to be but, hopefully I’ll be properly back on Tumblr from now on!

- JJ x

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Leonardo Da Vinci:

He’ll be so gentle with you as you sob against his warm chest, telling him how you want to leave the mansion and that he should forget about you. Big capable hands will rub your back soothingly, his rich Italian accent will quietly hush your cries and tell you the sweetest affections, reassuring you of his love. 

Leonardo will honestly be a little stunned when he finds out that you’re pregnant but so overwhelmingly happy that you’re carrying his baby. When you tell him that he should leave you and that he’d be better off without you, he’ll beg you to stay, “Cara mia, I want nothing more than you and our bambino. Don’t go, tesoro.”

If you tell him you need some space and time to think and process everything, Leonardo will give you space but will always be near by in case you need him for anything and to keep an eye on you (He’s very overprotective of you, especially now that you’re carrying his child). He’ll leave you trays of tea and sweets, bunches of flowers and love letters by your bedroom door until you feel ready to come out again.

Leonardo is so excited that you two will be having a child together and he dedicates himself to preparing to be the best father in the world. He’ll build nursery furniture and toys for your baby, spend hours painting the nursery and do as much of the work as he possibly can so you can relax and put your feet up: He just wants you, the love of his life, to be comfy.

Theodorus van Gogh:

“What’re you doing back here? Who’s the kid?” Theo’s voice is gruff when he sees you again, finally back in the mansion after you left three years ago without explaining yourself. He crouches down to your daughter who toddles up to him and grasps at his soft scarf and rubs it against her chubby cheek, giggling. Theo’s heart is in his throat when he notices the toddler’s icy blue eyes and caramelly brown hair, “You look just like your daddy, huh?”

The conversation between you and Theo is slow and awkward at first but after your child falls asleep in his lap, he’ll begin to open up. Honestly, he’s missed you while you went back to your time, how he’d resorted to praying that you’d come back to him and how he wishes you’d never broken things off with him.

Theo will do everything in his power to make you feel comfy and loved now that you’re back in his life; he’ll finally swallow his pride (well, most of it) and make sure that you know how much you and your daughter mean to him. 

He takes to fatherhood like a duck to water and he adores being a dad. Not a day goes by when you won’t see Theo carrying your little one around on his shoulders and grinning as he teaches her about the world and she giggles back to him. He loves taking your daughter to work with him and showing her all of the art he thinks she’ll like - and then taking her to get all the ice cream and sweets that she wants because he simply cannot say no to her. 

William Shakespeare:

“Mine lambkin ...” Will exhales softly when he finally sees you again after months of being cooped up in le Comte’s mansion, a baby sleeping peacefully in your arms. He’ll drop whatever papers and scripts he’s carrying and run to you, his eyes brimming with tears when he sees the new-born you held, “What a divine little angel.” 

He might be a little distant at the beginning, unsure if he’s prepared to be a dad and uncertain if you even want him in your life since you left him and hid in the mansion when you found out you were pregnant.

Shakespeare will be a little hesitant when you invite him back into your life, afraid he’ll do something wrong and turn you away again but, once he gains a bit more confidence, he’ll always go above and beyond for you and the baby. 

He loves being a dad, especially when your little one gets big enough to take to the theatre - you best believe that that kid is going to be a little thespian! Shakespeare will make little costumes for your baby and let them run amuck in the theatre as much as they like. Will especially loves those special evenings walking along the Seine, hand in hand with you and your child as the sun sets over Paris on the way home to make dinner together.

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She's a 10 but she calls her followers ducklings. 15

Oh bless you my little duck my goodness 🥺 thank you endlessly, this is so lovely ❤

Also my ducklings, I'm so sorry for being MIA recently! As you may or may not know, I have just finished university and I've had a lotta stuff going on in my life (including a broken laptop) so finding the time/ resources to write has been incredibly tricky, I'm sorry >2<

But, I am trying to start writing again, over the next few weeks I'm going to be finishing commissions and opening up requests again so keep your eyes peeled for when slot become available and requests are open again. Thank you endlessly for your patience (and all the love I’ve received in my inbox while I’ve been gone), my ducklings, I'll see yous real soon!

-JJ x

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Heya @i-am-totally-a-weirdo my lil duckling, how are ya doing? Y’all will be excited to know that I finally finished uni! So I’ve got so much more time now to write ^^ I have missed you all so much 💛

- JJ x

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Theodorus van Gogh:

MC giggled as she clinked glasses with Arthur again and took a sip of her cocktail; Her cheeks flushed with warmth and painted peach, her pretty eyes gleaming with joy even in the terribly lit pub. The beautiful lady nuzzled her cheek against Arthur’s shoulder, smiling softly to herself when her friend snaked his arm around her waist to help hold her up and smirked down at her warmly, “You doing alright down there, luv?”

MC hiccupped and blushed bashfully, her crystalline eyes meeting Arthur’s own pair, “Mhm, don’t tell anyone but,” she raised her head to whisper into her friend’s ear, “I might be a little bit drunk.” The young woman giggled when met with Arthur’s expression of affection and faux-shock, “Am I in trouble?”

The Brit cupped his friend’s cheek and gently caressed her skin with his thumb, “Not at all, poppet.” Arthur put his now empty glass down on the bar and stood himself up on slightly wobbly legs before offering MC his hand, “Come on now, MC. Let’s get you home.” MC stood herself up slowly and took an unsure step toward Arthur. Her high heel caught on one of the legs of the stool she was sat on, causing the lady to fall forward into Arthur’s arms, the two of them landing with a hard thud on the wooden floor. 

“Hondje, what the fuck-?” Theodorus van Gogh, MC’s fiancé who’d just arrived in the pub from a busy day at work, scowled at the sight of his lover, drunk and straddling his best friend’s lap on the floor, both of their faces flushed red with embarrassment. 

“T-Theo,” MC met Theo’s cold, steely stare and scrambled to stand herself up, stumbling on her high heels and pulling her jacket closer to her chest, wanting to hide away from the prying eyes and drunken laughs of the pub’s other patrons. The Dutchman grabbed his lover’s wrist and pulled her out of the pub, his expression cold and unreadable as he strode towards their carriage whilst MC had to almost run to keep up with his long strides, “Theo, listen, let me explain-”

“Genoeg, hondje,” he almost growled, jealousy flooding his gentle heart when he glanced back and saw MC’s pink cheeks and the worry and tears pooling in her pretty eyes. He tired to gulp down the lump in his throat as he flung open the carriage door and ushered his beloved inside, following her in and shutting the door after he told the coachman where to take them. Theo glared at MC from where he sat on the plush velvet seat opposite her, cocking an eyebrow and crossing his arms across his chest, “What happened?”

Tears began to roll down MC’s cheeks as she cowered under Theo’s gaze, her throat dry as she tried to stutter out her explanation, “I h-had too much to drink and, and my heel caught o-on my stool and I fell. I didn’t want to be that close to Arthur,” she let out a sob. The lady reached out towards the art dealer and took his large left hand in her own delicate pair, squeezing it softly, “I love you. I-I only want you.”

Theo’s expression softened and he felt the tension in his chest loosen as he squeezed MC’s hand in return and reached his other hand out to wipe away her tears, “Hey, hey, het spijt me.” The vampire sighed deeply and crossed over the small carriage to sit next to his fiancée, smiling to himself when she snuggled up against his chest and her shoulders relaxed a little, “I love you too, schatje. Heh, next time I should stay with you and make sure you don’t get too drunk.”

MC snickered shortly, “You’ve got an even worse tolerance than me, though, Theo.”

“Oi,” he retorted, gazing down at his lover and ruffling her hair playfully until she giggled, “You can’t talk about me being a lightweight when you know I’m going to have to take care of you when we get home.”

“Take care of me huh?” MC met Theo’s gaze with an unfamiliar confidence, her cheeks flushing pink again and a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, “Well I am a lucky girl.”

“Behave, hondje.”  A little heat came to Theo’s own cheeks as his mind replayed images of many a sleepless night the couple had spent together before he took MC’s chin between his forefinger and thumb and placed a loving kiss on her lips.

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Hey there my little anon, thank you so much for this! We all know that I love our silly little poet man so I really enjoyed writing this even though it did take me so so long to get around to >2<

- JJ x

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William Shakespeare:

MC felt hot tears fall onto their pink cheeks, their chest tight as they read the most beautiful words of love written in human history. They snuggled the warm blanket up over their own softly shaking shoulders as the prettily penned poetry they he read blurred a little from the tears in their eyes.

William poked his head around the corner from the kitchen to check on his beloved, his wine red hair tied back, long sleeves rolled up and an apron keeping his clothing clean. The playwright quirked a brow when he noticed MC shaking where they lay on the sofa, prompting him to drop the pan he was drying up and rush to their side. Will knelt by MC’s side, reaching his gentle hand to cradle their cheek and brush away their salty tears, “Lamb of mine, why dost thou weep so?” He craned his head forward and pressed kiss to each of MC’s cheeks, his lips brushing away his darling’s tears, “Alloweth me to steal thine tears away, mine turtledove. Pray tell,” Shakespeare attempted to peer at the book MC was reading, “Whose words stir thine beautiful heart?”

“Y-your’s, Will,” MC stuttered out, swallowing down another wave of tears, “Your w-writing is so passionate.” They handed the little book to their boyfriend whose handsome face lit up with recognition at the title written on the dark leather cover,

“Ah yes, Anthony and Cleopatra dost often waver the gentle of heart.” The poet smiled softly at MC before placing the old book down on the coffee table and pulling his love into his arms, “ ‘Tis alright, flower of mine. Still thine tears, now.” William’s hand was warm as it stroked MC’s back lovingly and the sweet scent of his perfume - summer roses and rich sage - comforting as it washed through their senses.

MC chuckled briefly, hiccupping a little as their tears started to dry upon their cheeks, “You’re wearing a new perfume. It’s nice.” They raised their gaze to see their lover’s mismatched gemstone eyes and their heart fluttered a little at the look of utter adoration and tenderness he bestowed upon them, “It suits you.”

Shakespeare let out his own short, warm laugh as he watched MC nuzzle their nose against his shirt collar, “Mine sweetness, thou art so very charming. Come,” he stood up and offered his darling his hand, “Let us take thine mind from sorrow. A romantic walk together shalt brighten thy mood.”

The couple had managed to stroll out to the outskirts of the city where they found a field of beautiful wild flowers: the perfect place to sit and watch the sun set together. All through the afternoon, Shakespeare had had his hand on MC, holding their hand, squeezing their waist or as he did now, stroking their hair carefully all to keep them safe. There was something so comforting about his warm touch, lithe hands that wrote the world into existence, capable of so much but primarily, loving his beloved to no end. And there they sat until stars freckled the sky with light and MC could giggled without a worry in the world and then, Shakespeare was content.

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Anon, thank you endlessly for this ask! As you may or may not know, my ducklings, I am a figure skater so requests of the boys + ice skating make me so unimaginably happy ^^ 

You may be excited to know that behind the scenes, I have been writing a big project about figure skating~ I can’t tell you guys too much yet but it is Ice Hockey player Theo x my figure skating OC Freda and includes pretty much all of the vampires doing ice sports! I think it’s real fun and cute and that Ice Hockey Theo is mega fine omg, I’m really excited to share it with you guys in the future (✿◡‿◡)

- JJ x

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

He just sits there, mouth hung slightly agape as he watches your figure twirl around on the screen of Sebastian’s smartphone. Something stirs in his heart watching the performance to Moonlight Sonata, the emotion in the skate and the music resonating within him. He’s never seen anything like it, anyone like you that has the ability to steal his breath away so effortlessly. 

Mozart finds your spins particularly spectacular and often asks Sebastian to show him clips of your skating whenever he needs some inspiration for his music. Of course, Sebastian happily obliges him and talks about your skating career with great detail, making Mozart even more impressed.

It takes you a little by surprise when he insists that you go on an ice skating date with him, even though it’s snowing outside and the only rink available is a little frozen over lake out in the forest, it shows you that he really does care for you under his cold exterior, you know, since he hates cold weather. 

You’ll have to hold his hands on the ice since he’s more than a little scared of falling, but Mozart has surprisingly good footwork. He does get distracted by watching you skate so elegantly though and has to sit himself down on the bank of the lake to admire you fully - He’s sure he’ll never see a sight more beautiful than you skating so perfectly with the backdrop of the wonderful winter surrounding you. And Wolfgang is certain that the snow looks almost dull and grey in comparison to your shine.

He’ll compose music especially for you to skate to, listening to all your thoughts on programmes and composing accordingly. 

Theodorus van Gogh:

Oh so his new little plaything is a twirl girl, how interesting.

He will secretly admire you as you flit around the mansion gracefully, his mind wandering and imagining how beautiful you’d look gliding along the ice.

When you invite the vampires to go skating with you, Theo is admittedly a little nervous about how you’ll perceive his skating but, he disguises his nerves with bravado - skating around with a confident smirk, teasing when he glides by you with speed, “C’mon on then, show us what you got, ijsprinses.”

As you gracefully skate around, effortlessly landing jumps and performing beautiful spins, Theo finds himself a little lost for words as he watches you. He will have to step off the ice and sit down with Sebas and a cup of coffee to properly take in your performance, in awe at your ability. “Seems like my hondje knows some tricks, huh?” Theo almost spits out his coffee when Sebastian replies, “I’d expect nothing less of an Olympic silver medallist.”

Theo is an excellent businessman, so don’t be too surprised when he somehow manages to rent out the city’s only rink for the whole day for you to practice on. He’ll sit rink side and watch you with adoration in his eyes and pride in his heart as you smile brighter than he’s ever seen. There aren’t many things Theo would take a day off of work for, but seeing you skate? He’d sacrifice the world for that.

Leonardo Da Vinci:

He certainly is excited to see you skate; he’s noticed how passionate you seem whenever you talk about skating so, he can’t wait to see you glow on the ice.

Leonardo is particularly impressed with the beautiful Biellmann spin you perform, smirking when he slides up to you and whispers in your ear, “Maybe we should put that flexibility of yours to good use in the bedroom, cara mia.”

He kinda skates to the beat of his own drum. He wants to learn all of the amazing moves you can pull off but knows that he doesn’t have the patience to learn the correct techniques - This results in him throwing himself into jumps with incorrect techniques and collecting a few bruises along the way. But even when he falls over, Leonardo just grins and tells you that he’s determined to be involved in your favourite activity, even if he isn’t great at it.

Leonardo notices every time you complain about how difficult it is to skate in your 1890s attire and he stores those comments in a little notebook of his along with designs for some skating dresses for you. He’s spoken at length with Sebas about your iconic routines and dresses from your time as a professional and spends a lot of time trying to design and piece together something you’d find both comfy and cute. He’ll gift you a beautiful red velvet skate dress that he designed “just because”, made by the best boutique in Paris especially for you and he always feels so proud when he watches you skate in it.

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OC Relationship Drabbles (Leonardo x Jane)

A little while ago I wrote a few drabbles of my one of my OCs Freda with her boyfriends Theo and Arthur; You can find that post here!  And so I decided to do this for all of my OCs, how exciting (❁´◡`❁) This one is Jane x Leonardo and y’all can find Jane’s character profile at this link~

Please note that drabble 3 contains some suggestive content but nothing explicit, please proceed with caution.

And you can find my OC Masterlist here!

- JJ x

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Jane’s bright forest green eyes blinked a few times, taking in the space around for the first time with curiosity, “You library is magnificent, Monsieur,” she spoke softly, taking one small step further into the room. The former Queen smiled ever so slightly, her delicate little hands clutching at the green velvet skirts of her dress in anticipation, jumping a little in place when she saw a broad, olive skinned man curled up underneath the coffee table in the corner, “Monsieur, is that man alright?”

Le Comte chuckled warmly when his golden honey eyes found Jane’s concerned expression, resting his warm hand on her shoulder carefully, “Leonardo enjoys taking his siestas whenever the mood strikes him. He doesn’t seem to care where he falls asleep, ma chere.”

“I gather so,” the lady smiled carefully, her gaze finding Leonardo once again, her pale cheeks flushing pink when the man’s eyes opened and he smirked at her, “Oh! I apologise for staring, Sir.” Jane turned her gaze to the floor to hide her blush and curtsied to him as he began to stand up, “Jane Grey. Queen Jane. ‘Tis a pleasure to meet you ... Monsieur Leonardo?”

“Si,” his voice was smooth and confident, alluring in it’s huskiness, “Leonardo Da Vinci, signora,” he took her hand in his own and kissed her knuckles affectionately, once again making the lady blush. Jane gasped softly as she heard his name. an excited twinkle bright in her wide India green eyes which made the Italian man’s thick brown eyebrows raise curiously, “Oh? Ya like that, Your Highness?”

“No non è quello,” she replied almost breathlessly, turning his hand over in her own to shake it excitedly, a grin spreading across her face, “È un piacere conoscerla Signor Da Vinci!“

Leonardo chuckled warmly, shaking Jane’s hand - which was tiny and pale in his own - in return, his eyebrows still raised as he glanced over at le Comte, “She speaks Italian?” He turned his attention back to Jane who had stopped shaking his hand but still held on to him, “Il piacere è tutto mio, cara mia.”

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“Leonardo, I need your help!” Jane called from the mansion’s foyer, her arms full and her tiger red eyebrows turned downward with effort.

Leonardo walked briskly from the direction of the kitchen and picked up the pace when he saw Jane, rushing to her side and scooping up the large white and ginger cat from out of her arms, his amber eyes softening when Jane’s expression relaxed, “Cara mia, what is this?”

The lady let out a sigh of relief, now only holding one tiny white Persian kitten, and she smiled a little guiltily, “I saw them on the side of the road and - a-and they looked so helpless, I couldn’t leave them, Leonardo-” She held up the impossibly small kitten against her cheek, flashing her boyfriend her best pleading puppy eyes, “We can handle just two more!”

“You said the same when you brought our pup home, Jane, mi amore,” he smirked at her, his big warm hand already stroking the fat Norwegian forest cat in his arms. He sighed, giving in - though, he knew that Jane could convince him to do anything, he loved her that much - “We can keep them. Lumiere needs more cats to play with.” Leonardo wandered closer to Jane and reached out to the kitten she held, “Ciao, gattino,” he cooed down at the tiny cat, smiling fondly at it, “Have you named your new little friends, cara?”

“Mhm!” Jane nodded happily, gently stroking the back of the white cat’s head with the back of her index finger, “This is Lady Katherine - I think she looks like a little lady and that,” she cocked her head in the direction of the big fluff ball that her boyfriend held, “That gentleman is called Piero.” And with that, Jane and Leonardo now had taken in four strays between them: Lumiere, Lady Katherine and Piero, their band of troublemaking kitties and Edward, their loyal Great Dane who acted like a big grey lapdog.

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“Mhm, principessa,” Leonardo hummed lowly, his saffron eyes fluttering shut as he pressed a kiss to Jane’s cheek and they lay in bed naked, cradling each other underneath soft cotton sheets, “I feel like we should stay like this forever.”

Jane smiled tiredly as she snuggled up to her boyfriend’s side, sore beyond compare but unbelievably happy when his arms tightened around her small frame. The lady felt the blush on her cheeks - that had been present throughout their entire evening - deepen as realisation dawned upon her, “G-goodness me ... we just - Leonardo, do you realise? We just-”

“Made love?” He chuckled quietly, brushing Jane’s blushing left cheek with the calloused pad of his thumb, his brow quirking with curiosity when his gentle affection didn’t slow the racing of her pulse, “Somethin’ wrong, bellezza mia?”

The shy young lady shook her head smally, averting her big forest green eyes to look at anything else but her beloved’s inquisitive gaze, “But, we’re not married. Surely we shouldn’t have-” Jane was cut off by Leonardo’s mouth on her’s, his lips kissing away her worry slowly and carefully. When they parted, there remained a look of worry painted on her pretty face and that sinking dread in her heart.

“Do you regret it?”

Jane blinked, confused, “Whatever do you mean?”

Leonardo sat himself up and pulled his girlfriend up onto his lap, one of his large hands holding onto her slender waist and his other tenderly cradling her jaw. They held eye contact, the intimacy between gentle green and emboldened amber speaking volumes as their hearts beat as one, “Do you regret sleeping with me, Jane? Would you be happier if we waited until we got married?” Jane didn’t answer, stirring Leonardo to continue, a cheeky grin on his lips, “If so, I’d put a ring on your finger by morning.” 

“No,” the queen thought out loud, placing her hands on Leonardo’s cheeks and craning forward to give him a fleeting, butterfly light kiss. She felt the stormy seas in her heart settle and self-assuredness wash over her like fresh rain in the garden, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you,” Jane smiled softly at her boyfriend who squeezed her waist with both of his warm, capable hands and smirked at her, “And an experience so heavenly couldn’t be sin, of that I am sure.”

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Jane giggled in the summer sun, gently holding onto her shopping basket as she spoke with her friend William Shakespeare. Her white summer dress seemed to gleam under the bright sun but even that looked grey compared to her radiant smile and anyone who saw her would surely say she was sweeter than the season’s finest fruits. Despite her joyful mood, Leonardo, her darling boyfriend, scowled when he spotted her from the other side of the town square conversing with such an unsavoury character as Shakespeare. The artist handed the now-fixed violin back to the little girl he’d been sat with and hurriedly strode towards his beloved Jane. The lady jumped a little when she felt a squeezing hand upon her side, but relaxed at the voice that followed, “Sorry to interrupt, but cara mia and I have plans now. Scusa, Will,” Leonardo almost growled the poet’s name before grasping his lady’s wrist and leading her towards a secluded alleyway.

“Leonardo?” Jane’s thin eyebrows raised in surprise and confusion when the couple stopped, with Leonardo having pinned her against a wall, “Leonardo what has gotten into you?” She put her hands up against his broad chest and pushed him back so she had room to properly observe his face, sighing when she recognised his darkened expression, “You don’t need to be jealous of him, cuore mio.” Jane gently cupped Leonardo’s cheeks with her delicate hands and she smiled sweetly when he nuzzled against her touch before burying his nose against her neck.

Leonardo sighed into her pale skin, leaving a few careful kisses on her neck before he raised his head, his expression a mixture of a wounded lion and a heartbroken schoolboy, “I know, Jane, mi amor.” The taller vampire smiled guiltily, standing back a little and anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, “Scusa. I just ...” he looked away, Jane’s rich Spanish green proving too beautiful, too much for his heart to handle, “I want you all to myself. I don’t want that scarafaggio crawling in here.” Leonardo placed his warm left hand over Jane’s heart, smirking smally when her pulse beat faster underneath his touch.

The lady smiled softly, throwing her arms around her boyfriend’s waist and snuggling up against his toned body, “Il mio cuore è tutto tuo.”

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Leonardo chuckled warmly as Jane’s hand brushed his own when they both reached for the orange paint, “What are you painting with that shade, la mia tigre?” He squeezed her hand softly before withdrawing to grab a jar of dark green paint instead.

“Hm, you’ll see,” the former queen grinned confidently at her lover, sending Cupid’s arrow straight through his chest and filling his heart with overwhelming warmth and affection. They both turned their attention back to their paintings, comfortable in the warm sunshine that streamed through the windows whilst the radio played quietly somewhere in the background. Leonardo noticed Jane occasionally peeking up from over her canvas and gazing at him before turning back to her painting. Likewise, the pureblood was doing the same thing. Without much warning, Piero, the couple’s fat ginger and white cat jumped from his seat on Leonardo’s lap and onto the floor, knocking over several jars of paint as he padded out of the room. “Oh dear,” Jane sighed, kneeling down to clean up the bright splotches on the floor.

“Let me help, cara mia,” as he reached for a rag to wipe the floor, Jane swiped her index finger across her boyfriend’s cheek, giggling when his eyes widened in shock at the cool feeling of paint on his face. Leonardo glanced at himself briefly in the mirror, frowning slightly when he noticed the bright blue splotch on his olive toned skin, “Hey, not fair.” The artist smirked to himself as he dipped his finger into the puddle of sky on the wooden floor and swiped it onto Jane’s button nose.

The pair of them laughed at each other, continuing to splat paint onto one another until they were breathless, grinning in each other’s arms until Jane spoke quietly, “I finished my painting.”

“Oh yeah?” Leonardo stood up and walked around her easel to view a beautiful portrait of himself with the fluffy Piero in his lap. There was a serene smile on his face which matched the one painted in acrylics which he turned towards his beloved, “ ‘s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” The pureblood reached out towards his own canvas and spun it around to show Jane a portrait of herself in vibrant pigments, “Ah but, this doesn’t compare to the real thing.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and placed a warm kiss to her lips, making the lady gasp softly.

Jane muttered against her boyfriend’s lips, “You’re beautiful too, Leo.” And with that, Leonardo picked Jane up and carried her bridal style to the baths to help wash all the paint off of her porcelain perfect skin.