#ikemen vampire fluff

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𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 ( SEBASTIAN X READER )

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I need you to eat something. Please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Even if it's in little quantities?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They'll LOVE it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ikeromantic]

ur requests probably ended but what if okay

any suitor of ur choice, any ikemen (sengoku,vamp, prince, literally any) MC is unnamed.

How would that said suitor react like, MC is listening to music from the 21st century and she just starts blasting woman by doja cat. Shes singing out the words "let me be your woman" without noticing the suitor watching her.

Thanks for the ask, nonny! I picked Isaac from Ikevamp ^_^ I hope you enjoy! Approx. 600 words of some Doja Cat inspired fluff with Isaac!

Isaac's eyes widened. He could hear someone singing. Scratch that. He could hear her. He'd promised himself to stay away, but the sound of her voice was a lure, one he didn't have the strength to refuse. He crept closer to the library on tiptoe, and paused at the open door. As loud as she was, he didn't think she would hear him but if she was looking this way . . .

He leaned past the doorjamb, peering in. She was dusting. Or, she was supposed to be anyway. Instead, she was dancing. Nothing like the decorous, formal dances he knew. No. This was raw and sensual. Her hips rolled in a way even he could not mistake. 

"I got delicious taste, you need a woman's touch in your place," she sang, her voice bold and unrestrained. "Just protect her and keep her safe, baby worship my hips and waist!"

Isaac felt a fire flicker to life in his chest and low belly, and an ache in his jaw as his fangs tried to lengthen. She was beautiful. Divinely so. Like something beyond the narrow confines of logic and mathematics.

He felt a flicker of guilt for watching her like this. Spying. But he couldn't tear himself away from the sight. In fact, he wanted to do more than watch. He wanted to touch. Taste.

"Let me be your woman! Woman, woman, woman!" She did a slow turn, swaying in an undeniably carnal way. 

Isaac realized too late that her spin brought her around to face him. Their eyes met, both widening in surprise. He felt frozen in place, pinned there by desire. A feeling he saw echoed in her gaze. Neither moved as the moment stretched between them, both waiting to see how the other might react. 

"Y-you!" She squeaked. "You were watching me?" Her words broke the spell that held them in place. She took a step toward him, her expression hovering near outrage as her cheeks went hot. 

"No! No, I - I was just . . . walking?" He backpedaled away from the door, almost tripping. 

"So you didn't hear me singing?" Her tone was clearly skeptical.

Isaac debated lying. He wanted to lie. Deny everything. But the words tangled on his tongue and all he could do was nod.

She advanced another step closer. "So you did hear me sing? Or you didn't?"

"I - I -" 

Her eyes narrowed and she was close enough now to poke the feather duster at him. "You were watching me. For how long?"

"A - a few minutes?" Isaac swallowed. 

"Did you like it?"

"What?" His eyes went even wider. She was so close now. He could smell the sweet scent of her, a mix of perfume and soap and that certain smell that was all her. Worse, he was terribly aware her pulse, the rapid beat of her heart as it pushed the sweet red liquor of her blood through the arteries and veins just beneath the thin silk of her skin. 

"Did. You. Like. It?" Each word was punctuated by a poke to his chest, the tip of her finger pressing into him and wrinkling his shirt. 

Isaac wanted to tell her how lovely she was, how graceful, but he couldn't. He wanted to tell her she could be his woman. His. He opened his mouth, searching for a reply he could make, and then spun on his heel and fled.

[writingwhimsey]

Hi! 🤗 Congratulations on 400 followers🎉. I choose suitor as a dad from the fluff prompt list. Can I have Mitsuhide, Arthur and Clavis please?. I hope you have fun with this but no pressure🩷

Thank you darling! I love this one and I hope you do too!

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Fluff headcanon: Suitors as fathers

Suitors: ikesen Mitsuhide, ikevamp Arthur, and ikepri Clavis

Only warning, you may get cavities from how sweet this is.

Mitsuhide

He’d never given much thought to becoming a father. Bringing a little one into this war torn world, adding another person who could be at risk of being pulled into his darkness? It didn’t seem right to put a child through that. And yet once he met you…and then when you told him you were pregnant…he was scared, but oh so happy.

Once your little one arrived, Mitsuhide fell in love instantly. He vowed that he would make the world a safer place for the little one your love had created. He would always protect and cherish your child. As your child grew, he made sure that they never wanted for anything. Never saw the horrors and hardships he, himself, had experienced. 

Though he makes sure your child doesn’t have to experience the same things he had, he still teaches them all the necessary skills they will need to survive…much like he had done with you when you first arrived. He is gentle yet firm while teaching your child all the important skills they’ll need to survive…though he does his best to make sure they never have to actually use these skills.

Arthur

With as much as he had played around, Arthur hadn’t really pictured himself settled down with a family. But then when you came into his life…into his heart he couldn’t help but to want those things. After months of trying, you finally tell him the good news that you’re pregnant, Arthur is over the moon with joy.

He is loving and supportive and doting throughout your pregnancy. He is a major support during the delivery of your child. And as soon as he sees the little one you two made together…he is completely head over heels for this child. He is the most loving and devoted father.

He helps you with the late night feedings, diaper changes, all of it. He doesn’t want to miss a second of fatherhood with this child you two share. As the child grows, he takes to making up bedtime stories to tell them. One of their favorite past times. He is fully involved in your child’s life and loves being a father.

Clavis

From the moment you two marry, Clavis can’t help but to tease you about having a child. Telling you the kingdom of Lecloch needs an heir. Deep down though, he really wants to be a father. Not because of having an heir or such, but because he genuinely wants to have a child with the woman he loves. He wants a family with you. And when that finally happens…he is ready to shout from the rooftops. There may or may not be a week long celebration in his “kingdom” once you announce the news.

During your pregnancy, Clavis is at your beck and call. He is overjoyed when your strange cravings are for his inventive cooking. He happily cooks for you. He dotes on you and loves speaking to your belly. During your labor and delivery, he is by your side the entire time holding your hand…he may make a joke or two trying to lighten the mood of the room, but when you give him that stern look…he knows.

As your child grows, Clavis is loving and attentive. He makes sure to be present in your family life. He never wants you or the child you share to doubt his love for you. He is determined to be a much better father than the one he had. Once the child is old enough, Clavis is teaching them all of his tricks and having them help with his pranks. When they are seen together the staff go, “And now there are two of them.” Clavis is fun, loving, and doting as a father. He absolutely treasures being a father and considers it the best title he has ever held.

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[cloudcountry]

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

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

WARNINGS: None!! :D

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Operation befriend Isaac is underway!

[letterstoear]

Leaving lipstick marks

Notes: Fem Reader! (just made it with a female MC in mind, but there's no use of pronouns), Suitor x reader, fluff, established relationship.

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Characters: Isaac, Mozart, Charles and Napoleon

Isaac:

Thought it was just a normal day where you were peppering him with kisses all over and Isaac went about his day like usual. Sure you had a small giggle, but he figured you were just so over the moon in love. When you pulled away and saw your smile he was still clueless that is till he met the usual suspects.

Before Isaac could even leave the mansion, he’s hearing chuckles from the other residents. Which causes him to freak out, Isaac was used to the normal teasing but not like this. There was Dazai and Arthur who were making cheering noises and commenting how jealous the two were.

Even Napoleon had a small chuckle leaving his lips as he saw the lipstick marks all over Isaac. In fact, it’s probably one of the older residents who informs Isaac about his love marks. Leonardo will walk over after making his teasing remarks to inform Isaac. He’ll also help him remove the lipstick marks you left.

Once he reaches you after the incident, he’s a blushing mess telling you about all the teasing he endured. Not like he’s going to prevent you from kissing him though.

Mozart:

With your hand on the back of Mozart’s head you were devouring him with your kisses. One on his neck, cheek, lips, and even the tips of his ears. All across his face is a flutter of your lips as you mark him. You wanted to proudly show off your lover, the love of your life.

Then, when everything is all over, Mozart wipes it all off. Much to your dismay all of your artwork is lost, it was momentary. Whatever could you do, Mozart was a clean freak, so he wanted to be kept clean. However, he would never object to you kissing him again.

No, in fact he wanted you to kiss him all over again, not that he would admit it. Instead, Mozart will have to settle with kissing you like how did to him.

From the tips of your ear to your eyelids, he’s covering you in his love. Plus, you’re also getting marked at the same time. Why, Mozart left some of the lipstick which got rubbed off onto his lips.

While it wasn’t nearly as clear as your lip marks had been on Mozart, he definitely left some kiss marks. A proud smile on his face after having just kissed you all over, he too wants everyone to know you’re his.

Charles:

He’s way too proud of your lipstick marks. I imagine he’ll even ask you to leave some on him if he really likes the color of your lipstick. Charles is in no way shy when it comes to affection.

Oh, you better believe he’s fully aware of lipstick on him but does not care. What’s so wrong about showing off the love he’s received. He’ll even put on lipstick to mark you when he feels like it.

Man has no shame, and he sees no need to feel shame, but Faust may have other ideas. Most likely makes Vlad feel single and bothers Faust of Charles “unkept” appearance.

Napoleon:

A lovesick fool who wasn’t too into the idea at first. If the two of you enjoyed it the first time he’s got no problems if you wanna do it all over again.

Oh, but he’s strict about when you could do it. If he has to go into town, he would prefer if you don’t leave lipstick marks on him. Napoleon just doesn’t want to explain it to the little kids he teaches. Other than that, you’re all good.

Want to leave lipstick marks on him then go to dinner, go ahead. He might regret whipping it off at the end of the day though. Like to him it’s saying goodbye to an act of your love. Which is why Napoleon will want you to do it all over again, when given the chance.

[otomefoxystar]

In Sickness

Ikemen Vampire

Arthur X Reader

TW: N/A

You were tired. The exhaustion was setting into your bones. Sebastian noticed how pale you had become and how slow you were working. He walked up to you and put his hand on your back. “ Why don’t you lie down, you don’t look well.” You grimaced, “ What about the chores?” Sebastian smiled “ I’ll manage. Your health is more important.” Normally you would have resisted more, but you felt like you might collapse at any moment. “Thank you Sebastian” He nodded and you sauntered down the hallway to your room. You removed your apron placing it on the back of the chair and you bent down to take off your shoes. You landed in your bed crawling under the covers and fell into a deep sleep.

Arthur would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t completely enamored by you. You consumed all his thoughts, but he wouldn’t admit it to you, or anyone. He was looking around looking like a lost puppy when he was unable to find you.

“ Can I help you find something, Sir Arthur?” Sebastian asked noticing him looking around.

“ Where’s _ _ _ ?” Sebastian’s face softened at how Arthur cared for you.

“ I sent her to bed, she’s not well.”  A deep crease formed between Arthur’s eyebrows as he drew them together.

“ What’s wrong with her?” Sebastian shook his head

“ She just needs rest,” Sebastian answered while putting cups away.

Worry set in Arthur’s core. He had to see you and he had to see you now. He turned on his Oxford shoes and took two steps before Sebastian spoke.

“ Don’t wake her up, Arthur,”  Sebastian said sternly.

Arthur nodded and traveled down the hallway to your room with a sense of urgency he hadn’t felt before. He turned the door knob so it wouldn’t make noise. He entered the room and closed the door quietly. He noticed how pale you looked and put his hand on your forehead, you were burning up. He left the room and returned with a bowl of water and a cloth. He soaked the cloth in the water and set it on your forehead. 

“ We need to bring that fever down, hopefully, you just sleep it off, but this should help.” He whispered to you as he clasped your hand. 

“ I’ll be right here, waiting for you to wake up.” 

He rushed out of the room and down the hallway to his own room to grab the papers he had been writing on then he grabbed ink and his pen. He rushed back to your room setting his supplies down at your desk. He stroked your red cheeks as he sat down and began writing. 

Arthur was finding it difficult to focus on his book when he was so worried about you. Usually, you brought him inspiration, but something about you being sick had disturbed his focus.

  Arthur had witnessed Sebastian getting sick from time to time, but this had his stomach in knots. The anxiety had crawled up and taken hold of him. He wiped his pen off with a cloth and set it down. He got up from the chair and took the towel off your head. He held the towel in one hand while the other felt your face with the back of his hand. You were still burning up. He dipped the towel in the bowl of water again, wrung out the excess water, and placed it back on your forehead. You began coughing in your sleep, and Arthur looked at you worriedly.

“ You’re getting sicker by the minute.” 

Arthur brushed your hot cheek, and he realized how badly his throat was burning. He had ignored the hunger for blood, but now it was getting intolerable and he couldn’t ignore it anymore, otherwise he might end up feeding off of you and he couldn’t let himself do that. He tucked you in and left the room quietly shutting the door gently. 

Arthur had to steady himself by placing a hand against the wall. Theo caught sight of him stumbling. “ Come sit down” Theo wrapped his arm around Arthur’s shoulders to help stabilize him. Once they were in the dining room Theo practically dropped Arthur into the chair. “ Don’t move from this spot,” Theo said with a bite to his words.

“ I hadn’t planned on it” Arthur tried to sound sarcastic, but it just came out weak.

When Theo returned he had two bottles of rogue. He set one in front of Arthur. Arthur fumbled with getting the cork out of the lid. Finally succeeding he put the bottle to his lips and gulped. 

“ I’ve never seen you like this, what happened?”  Theo asked. Arthur set the bottle down and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“ have another one.” He handed the other bottle to Arthur. 

Arthur shook his head, but Theo glared at him. “ I insist. If you’re in this state then I assume it’s been a while since you’ve had a drink.” Arthur sighed, and reluctantly took the bottle from Theo and sipped at it casually.

“ Really, what happened?” Theo repeated himself.

“ _ _ _’ s sick, really sick. I’ve been looking after her, I guess I didn’t realize how much time had passed.” Arthur looked towards the window and saw the sun was setting. "She hasn’t woken up yet she’s been asleep all day.” Theo nodded.

“ I see, but you’ve got to take care of yourself too. You aren’t going to be any help if you’re so hungry you can’t see straight. You’ll just end up attacking her, and then what?” Arthur looked down.

“ You’re right, I was just so focused on her.”  Arthur tipped his head back taking the last swig of Rogue. “ Thank you for taking care of me.” 

Theo waved him off.  Arthur squeezed his shoulder. 

“ Go see to her then, and make sure she gets healthy. I know she’s in good hands with you.” Arthur sighed, feeling his past bubbling up. “ No one’s in good hands with me.” Theo wanted to punch Arthur sometimes. “Don’t do that. She is in good hands with you because you know what you’re doing. Don’t let your past cloud your judgment, she needs you, Arthur.” When Theo said that you needed him he felt a renewed determination to be there for you.

When Arthur went back into the bedroom he shut the door. He looked you over and saw that your cheeks were still flushed. He touched your forehead and sure enough, you were still feverish. 

“ This fever just won’t go away will it?” 

You coughed and then winced as if the coughing hurt. Arthur needed you to wake up so he could listen to your lungs.

“ _ _ _ I know you’re sleeping and probably don’t want to wake up, but I need my assistant to wake up so I can take care of her.” He shook you slightly then repeated your name over and over, until finally you opened your eyes. 

“ Arth- ur,” you said it hoarsely.

“ What are you doing in my room?” He snickered

“ You are really sick luv, someone has to take care of you.” He took your hand and squeezed. “ I need to get my stethoscope, but I need you to stay awake. I’ll be right back.” You nodded.

When Arthur came back he had his stethoscope around his neck. Then he went over to you.

“ I need you to sit up, so I can listen to your lungs you’ve got a pretty nasty cough.” 

You pushed up weakly and Arthur put his hand around your arm and pulled you the rest of the way up. 

“ There we go.” He said as he positioned himself behind you and pulled your hair over your shoulder brushing your neck with his fingertips, giving you shivers down your spine. He was just being helpful, but he had never touched your hair, and the thought had your mind reeling. 

“ Be a good girl and take some deep breaths for me.”  You did as he asked and took several deep breaths, but not without coughing.

He hummed in concentration, he then went to your upper back and listened there, as well as your chest. Finally he stood up straight and put the stethoscope back around his neck, something you found incredibly sexy. Where were all these thoughts of Arthur coming from?

He drew his eyebrows together, “ There’s a lot of rattling going on in there I’d say -“

He was cut off mid-sentence as Sebastian entered the room “ Bronchitis?” Arthur looked at him and nodded his head in affirmation “ Yes that’s right!” Sebastian looked at her with concern. “ You’re pretty sick. I’ll bring you some soup and water.”  Arthur smiled  

“ Thanks, ole chap” As Sebastian closed the door Arthur sighed “ Here lean forward let me fix your pillows.” He arranged your pillows so you could sit upright comfortably. 

“ Thanks, Arthur.” He smiled 

“ Anytime luv.” He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at your hand and took it into his own and looked into your tired eyes. 

“ You scared me you know. You have such a high fever and you just kept sleeping. I didn’t know what was wrong and I couldn’t get your fever to go down. You should probably take a lukewarm bath now that I think about it. Anyway, that’s not the point. Point is you had me scared and then I started thinking all these different things and what if something happened where you didn’t wake up and I’d lost the chance to tell you how I feel.” 

 You licked your lips and pressed them together contemplating. “ I want to tell you how I feel too.” He blinked  

“What?” He asked surprised.

“ You aren’t the only one feeling things Arthur.” You said as your heart hammered quickly.

“ I wish I would’ve known I’ve been keeping this in trying to respect your space.” His eyes went to your lips, and he brushed your feverish cheek with the back of his hand “ I’d ask for a kiss, but I want our first kiss to be special so this will have to suffice.”

He placed his hands on either side of your face, closed his eyes, and pressed a gentle kiss to your feverish forehead. He stayed like that for a while before he moved away.

You blushed, and he smiled. 

“ How are you this sweet?” You asked quietly, feeling filled by his love.

“ Only for you my bird. When you’re better we’ll have a proper kiss.” 

He removed his hands from your face and combed your hair behind your ear. 

Sebastian walked in with a food tray and Arthur stood up from his seat on your bed Sebastian placed the tray over your lap, and glanced at you with a knowing look.

“ Oh shut up!” You said, embarrassed.

“ I didn’t say anything.” Replied Sebastian 

“ No, but you were definitely thinking it I can see it on your face.”

Sebastian put his hands up “ All right, I’m just glad to see you two come together is all. I want happiness for two people I care deeply about. I guess it took Arthur getting scared for you both to admit your feelings.”  

Sebastian grinned and squeezed your hand, “ I’m happy for you both.”  

Arthur smiled sheepishly. “ Thanks, Sebas that means a lot, really it does.”  Sebastian patted Arthur on the shoulder as he went to leave the room.

After you ate Arthur took the food tray to the kitchen and came back to find you in the midst of coughing. He shut the door and sighed when you finally caught your breath. 

“ You need to rest, let’s lay you down so you can sleep.” He arranged your pillows and tucked you in once you were lying down. 

He lifted your hand and kissed the top. “ I’d stay but I’m afraid I’ll be a distraction so I’m going to let you rest.”

You grabbed his hand as he turned to leave. “Arthur” He stopped and turned towards you.

“ Thank you for telling me how you feel.” He smiled softly and squeezed your hand. “ ah, luv you’re welcome, but you had to know right? I mean everyone said it was obvious how I felt about you and kept telling me that you felt the same about me.” You blushed  

“ I had no idea, I hoped you did but I was clueless, but everyone told me the same thing.”

Arthur laughed. “ So they all knew and here we were too busy in our own heads to notice.” He came closer and knelt by the bed. He smoothed your hair away from your face and gave your cheek a gentle peck.

“It’s time for you to sleep, I need you to get better so I can give you that kiss.” He let go of your hand and closed the curtains then smiled before he opened the door smiled and left you to recover.

[misty-moth]

I was having a rough one the other day when I thought up a little Arthur fluff scenario, so I decided to jot it down ⊹`𓈒(ㅅ´ ˘ `) ⊹`𓈒

Arthur x reader, ~540 words, comfort/fluff 💙

Having had just about enough of today, you marched your way through your room and unceremoniously plopped onto your bed. You did your best to ignore your boyfriend sitting at his desk as he watched in bemusement, but the sigh you unleashed was followed by a hardly suppressed chuckle.

“It’s. Not. Funny.” Your face lifted off the bed just long enough to state this before its now closer-range flop.

“Sorry, sorry!” His laugh was not sorry enough for your liking, but— “Of course it’s not funny, luv. It’s only the most precious thing I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing all day.”

You groaned into the bed, which unfortunately meant you’d have to inhale sooner. Flipping onto your side, you showed your lover your *most precious* back.

The creak gave him away, so you anticipated the arms that snaked around you a moment later. His body pressed fully into yours, and you hated to admit how badly you needed your big spoon right now. But, dammit, his previous laughter deserved consequences, so you held onto as much tension as you could before the melting process could fully take over.

His cheek pressed against the side of your neck as you felt the warmth of his lips press into your shoulder. “Bad day, luv?”

“Nn.”

“Did you want to talk about it so I might stave off further grievances?”

“Nn-nn.” You buried your head into the blankets, which only exposed your neck to more kisses. This opportunity was not missed.

“Hmm… well, did you know I love you?” His voice was a soft murmur now.

You paused, but he waited you out with his lips softly pressed into you.

“…Nn.”

You felt those lips quirk up against your skin.

“You know that I love you sooo much?”

“Nn.”

“That I’ll love only you for the rest of my existence?”

“…yea…”

“And that the length of my existence is rather quite impressive, yet I have zero hesitations in—“

“Yes.”

His chuckle thrummed through your warming body. “And that I love you to the moon and back?”

“I don’t think enhanced space travel skills are in the vampire handbook…”

“Oh, but luv, I’ll write it in myself the moment of my return. I’ll gift you the moon as proof.”

A chuckle escaped you now, and you felt a warm squeeze around your torso. “You can’t go to the moon, Arthur. I’d miss you.”

“Mm, fair. I’ll have to settle with giving you the world. That’ll suffice for now, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes but snuggled backwards into him. “Your flirting has gotten much sappier, you know that?”

“Fret not, I’ll go right back to being inappropriate… once it’s appropriate.”

“I’m looking forward to it… once it’s appropriate.” You smiled, and you were sure he could hear it.

Bonus:

“By the way, you’ll have to wait until 1969 for that moon trip.”

Arthur was languidly playing with a strand of your hair as he responded, “what happens in 1969?”

“That’s the first trip to the moon.”

He froze. “Truly? A trip to the moon? People made it there that soon?? Have you told Newt???”

“Well no, I haven’t, since it never came up—“

“We must go see Newt, luv, it is imperative!” You were then promptly scooped up and off on your newest mission.

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Writing Masterlist

[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."

[yanderepuck]

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

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

The visions do crazy things I swear.

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

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

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

"Will, what are you-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~

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

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

"What's that?"

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

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

Oh. That.

"This."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Arthur!"

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

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

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

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

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

Theo groans.

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

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

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

At least someone knows what respect is.

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

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

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

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

You jumped when hearing him and quickly covered your neck.

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

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

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

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

~~

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[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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[xxsycamore]

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙…

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

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

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

"It's soooo cold!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Legs intertwine.

Feet press firmly against feet.

Skin contact maximizes.

"Ah, much better!"

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

"Oh I hate this sooooo much!"

…

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

Ouch.

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

Rather be a puddle...

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

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

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

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

"Wooshh…"

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

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

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Moles and kisses

Notes: Short little drabbles about him kissing your back moles, Ikemen vamp suitors, can really be anyone you want it to be though, Fem! reader, established relationship,

Your back is bare in all of these so, just keep that in mind.

Resting on your side, with your back facing towards him, eyes staring into an aimless space. Soon enough a soft sensation of which you believed to be his fingertips graced your back. What had he been doing? Drawing constellations? Following this came a kiss to your shoulder as he glided his hand to pull you closer to him. Your head against his chest till he got you to be underneath him. A cheeky smile across his face at his new proud findings.

“I didn’t know you had moles back here. It’s cute.”

^ Napoleon, Vlad, Vincent, Isaac

In the early morning you stood in front of the mirror preparing for your new day. Coming into view was your lover and without missing a beat he wrapped his arms around you. With a slight rock in his step as he woke himself up with each step. Taking a good look at your bare back he started placing light kisses, a soft touch to this early morning. From place-to-place different sensations all over your back appeared. Once he was done, he made sure to follow up with his usual good morning kiss.

“Hmmm? Ah, I just felt like kissing your moles. They were begging to be kissed this morning, don’t you think?”

^ Charles, Dazai, Arthur, Shakespeare

Getting up from your bed you welcomed a soothing breeze as it flowed in through the window. Staring down at your lover you placed a soft good morning kiss to start your day. Turning away from them you got up but felt a pair of arms stop you. Pulling you back into bed as he held you tightly from behind. Scanning your back for a quick moment, then he proceeded to kiss you, except only on places you had moles. Once he lifted his lips from the kiss, his fingertips would grace the place last kissed. A soft feather-like touch which became needier as time continued.

“Let’s stay in for a little longer. I want to savor you more.”

^ Leonardo, Comte, Theo, Faust

[ikeromantic]

hii i saw your requests were open!

the MC is unnamed, a suitor of my choice would be Arthur Conan Doyle from ikevamp.

MC is a vampire and has been a resident of the mansion for quite some time. She was very acquainted with Arthur and had been his muse and his love for a long time during his young days, though tragedies separated them. How would Arthur react when MC finally tells him the truth that its her, the muse in all of his stories,all the things he has written, the love of his life. Would he recognize her? This could be fluff or angst or even spicy, ill let you decide for that part.

Oooh I like this alternate history line for MC and Arthur! Let's see if I can do it some justice. Thank you for the ask! Approx 2900 words of AU Arthur and an unnamed muse MC ^_^

Arthur's eyes opened. The room was dimlit and well appointed. Heavy, soft sheets lay beneath him and above him, the face of his savior blinked. "That's it then," Arthur asked, aiming for a jovial tone. It was spoiled a bit by the unease in his voice. The promise of life eternal - or so many years it might as well be - had seemed a fine idea on his death bed. But now the burning hunger in his veins and the unnatural strength in his limbs left him fearful in a way he could not put words to.

A strange looking man with dark hair and dark eyes handed him a cup as he sat up. The liquid within sloshed, leaving scarlet stains on the rim. The scent of it was copper and salt. The scent was rich and thick and as heady as a woman's perfume. Desire raged through him in a way it never had in life. Arthur greedily drank from the cup, draining it in a breath. Had he an ounce less self respect, he would have licked it clean. 

"Sebas, I think our newest member may need another cup."

"Of course, monsieur le Comte." The dark haired man - Sebas - refilled his glass.

Arthur managed a thank you before quaffing it down. Thankfully, the surge of hunger in him died down with this second serving of . . . he could not fool himself into believing the liquid was anything but what it was. Blood. He was a vampire now. A creature that lived off stolen life. He felt a flicker of shame, quickly smothered. 

"Now, to the details of your new life." Le Comte smiled and motioned for him to come in a large overstuffed chair beside a small table. Steaming cups of tea awaited them there, and Arthur eagerly took hold of this return to normalcy. He sat and listened as the rules of his new existence were explained. Most of it, he already knew. This would be his chance. His time to write the stories he didn't put to paper in life. 

"I understand." Arthur gave a nod. "So are there a lot of us? Vampires, I mean?"

"There are several others here, those I have brought together. People like you. You will meet them soon." Le Comte's expression was wistful. "But no, there are not a lot of vampires in this world, pure blooded or otherwise."

"I suppose that makes sense." Arthur stood. "So when do I meet my roommates?" 

"At dinner. We try to eat together, if not everyday then often." 

"And it's alright if I walk around a bit before then?"

Le Comte nodded. "Of course. You are free to do as you please, so long as you follow the rules."

"Thanks old boy. I think I'll stretch my legs then." Arthur opened the door to the hall. More opulence greeted his gaze. Heavy wood panelling and gold accents, velvet curtains in shades of crimson so deep they looked almost black in the low light. 

There was a massive library, a music room, a hothouse, and a gymnasium with a sparring arena. Behind one set of massive doors, he found a roman style bath. The steam was thick in the air, obscuring the pool so that he could only see the edge nearest him. It seemed the height of decadence, appealing to his senses in a way he hadn't expected. 

A splash drew his attention just as he turned to leave. "Is someone in here?" He squinted, peering into the haze. 

"I didn't mean to surprise you." The voice floated to him through the heavy air, sweet and melodic. A woman's voice, familiar, yet strange. 

"I wasn't surprised." He leaned forward, trying to see the speaker. 

She laughed, a low, soft sound that sent chills across his skin. "Your face says otherwise, litterateur." The water lapped against her skin as she glided closer to the edge of the pool. 

Arthur could see the outline of her now, the vaguest silhouette within the steam. There was something in her voice that stirred him, reminded him . . . his mind reached for the flicker of memory even as it disappeared. "Do I know you? Come a little closer and let me have a look, luv."

Her laugh came again. "I don't think so on either count. How could you know me, hm?" Her voice fell quiet a moment, and then, "The others here respect my peace while I am bathing and do not interrupt without invitation."

"Is that a polite way to tell me off?" He scoffed, though in truth he felt a bit chastened. He wasn't the sort to harass a bathing woman. Arthur turned, looking back at the door. "Suppose I'll leave you then."

"Until later!" She called, her voice following him out the door. It stayed in his ears, the ghost of a sound, even as he continued to investigate the mansion.

There were several locked doors, and Arthur thought these might be the rooms of his housemates. He was curious about them. A painter and his brother, another writer, a musician, a playwright, a scientist . . . all names of men he knew from history lessons. It didn't feel as if it could be real, but then, only a short while ago he'd been a dying old man. Now he was young again, and ageless, so why not? 

One of the open rooms looked to be a gaming room, with a billiards table, a card table, and a handful of board games. The chess set was out with a game in progress. Arthur ambled over and eyed the pieces with curiosity. Games were something he loved. "Hm. Looks like black is about to be toppled. Some foolish plays were made," he murmured. 

"Foolish?" A sharp voice interrupted his thoughts and made Arthur spin around to see who was speaking. It was a man with honeyed brown hair and eyes the color of the evening sky, about the same height as Arthur if a little broader at the shoulder. 

"Yes." Arthur grinned. This must be one of the players. "If you like, have a seat and I can demonstrate? I'm Arthur, by the way. Arthur Conan Doyle."

The other man scowled, an expression that seemed natural to his face. "Theo." He sat at the table and glared at Arthur. "So?" He gestured to the board impatiently. "I don't have all evening, klootzak."

"Alright." Arthur sat, studied the pieces a moment more, and then moved the bishop. "Check."

Theo leaned close to the pieces, his frown deepening. He shifted a pawn and looked up expectantly.

"Clever, but as I anticipated -" Arthur moved his queen. "And that's mate, old boy."

"No. I can . . . if I . . ." Theo studied the board with a wrinkled brow and then leaned back, arms crossed. "Fine. So you won the round, but I bet you couldn't beat me a second time."

"You bet, eh? What's on the line?" Arthur felt a little thrill.

Theo stared at him hard for a long moment. "I'll get you a drink."

He thought about it and then grinned. "Sure, old boy. Grab your pieces."

"Not now. I've got shit to do." Theo stood abruptly. 

"Or you're afraid of losing again." Arthur raised a brow. 

Theo's frown deepened. "We'll play Friday. Noon." His blue eyes were hot with challenge. "I'm not afraid of anything." 

Arthur chuckled. "Alright. It's a date."

Theo rolled his eyes and stalked away, muttering under his breath. 

After a few minutes, Arthur stood as well. There was more house to explore. He stepped out into the hall and staggered to a stop. A beautiful woman stood at the far end on the staircase landing. She was turned slightly facing away from him, presenting her profile, but even that was enough to still the breath in his lungs. Arthur felt as if he could not move, as if even his heart had stopped at the sight of her. 

Then she turned toward him and when her eyes met his, a jolt of heat tore through him. His heart lurched and his pulse raced. It was as if his blood was on fire and his chest was suddenly too small to contain him. She was alluring. Mysteries pooled in the depths of her eyes, hints of gentle mockery lived in the corners of her lips, the softness of her curves drew him in as the moon pulls the tide. 

"I . . ." Arthur cleared his throat. This was the perfect time for a suave greeting. A smooth, intelligent introduction spun through his thoughts but his tongue was tied, ungainly, confused. "Hello?"

The woman laughed and he knew that sound immediately. The mystery woman from the baths. But the sound teased some deeper memory. Something slippery that escaped him as he reached for it. 

"Hello Arthur," she said, and he shivered to hear his name fall sweetly from her tongue. 

"You . . . know me? I mean -" He coughed again. "Of course you know me. I'm new here. I'm sure le Comte told you all I was coming. But he never mentioned I'd be sharing a home with a sweet bird like yourself."

Something in her gaze flickered, and for just a breath, her expression hinted at a deep sadness. Then it was gone, shifting so quickly that Arthur wasn't sure he'd seen anything. "Yes, le Comte did mention you would be along. How are you finding our home?"

Arthur took a step closer to her, feeling strangely reluctant to get too close. "It's nice." He could have slapped himself. Nice. Yes. This conversation was going well. 

"Good." She smiled and closed the distance between them. "If there is anything you need, let Sebas know. He'll be able to procure it." The woman's fingertips grazed his sleeve as she reached for his arm and then dropped her hand back to her side. 

The cloth of his shirt communicating that slight touch to his skin set the hairs of his arm to standing and left him feeling oddly sensitive. For a breath, he vividly imagined the way her palms would feel, cupped against his shoulder. Her short, brightly painted nails scraping over his skin. The flight of fancy was so vivid he could almost feel it. Or remember feeling it. A false deja vu that left Arthur disoriented. 

"Thanks. I'll keep it in mind." He studied her, trying desperately to get ahold of himself. It wasn't like him to be so off kilter just for a pretty face. Not that it was just her face he liked. She was the whole package. Everything about her was beautiful, he thought. "But now that you're here, I think I've got everything I need."

She laughed again, a flash of dimples, mischief in her eyes. "Is that so? Do you have me, Mister Arthur Conan Doyle?"

"Don't I?" He winked. Why did it feel as if he'd had this conversation before? He could almost hear himself saying these exact words. A much younger him, before the Boer war, before the horrid illness of his first wife, before his failures as a doctor and a man. He reached out and took her hand, just as the image of himself in his mind's eye did the same. "Got you," he mouthed, the playful words uttered with breathless uncertainty.

Her fingers curled over his, and together they said, "I rather think it's I that got you." The woman's eyes widened. "Am I so predictable?"

"No." Arthur blinked, trying to banish the strange daydream. "I just . . . it really feels as if I've done this before. Met you. Made the same silly joke." He pretended to laugh, making light of it despite the pounding of his heart. "Quite ridiculous, hm?"

She went up on tiptoe, holding his gaze. Her free hand touched his temple, her fingertips resting lightly against his skin. "Perhaps it is only the shock of your change." 

Arthur nodded even as part of him knew this wasn't so. The feel of her skin against his triggered another sensory cavalcade. No images this time, only a multitude of touches. Her fingertips brushing his lips to seal away her kiss. Her hand resting against the back of his neck, tangled in the curls of his hair. Her voice at his ear, reading aloud from one of his Sherlock stories. 

"You feel so . . . familiar," he admitted. "Is this some power vampires get?"

She laughed again, a soft, breathy sound. "Not that I know of. I can't give someone a false memory, though perhaps there are others that could."

Arthur swallowed. The enormity of this new world was finally beginning to sink in. He was dead. And not. He was alive, but not. Living in a house full of near immortal blood drinkers. What else was real? Fairies, perhaps? Angels and devils and spirits . . . and this woman. "What are you?"

"What do you imagine I am?" She brushed her hand through his hair in a practiced gesture that followed the natural pattern of his silvered locks. 

"How are you making me feel like this?" His voice was rough with emotion, though he couldn't understand why her touch provoked so much within him. 

The woman let go of him and stepped back. He was cold in the wake of her touch, and almost reached out to pull her to him again. "I am sorry, Arthur. I didn't mean to confuse you. You need more time, I think. To adjust."

He did reach out then, and took her hand. "I'm not confused. Or, yes. I am. But the only way to get to the bottom of a mystery is to go straight through. And you, luv, are a mystery." Arthur felt a twinge in his chest, a tightness. "Maybe you're a fairy come to enthrall me. Steal me away to your fairy kingdom and then take advantage of me." He grinned, pretending a playfulness he didn't really feel. 

Her expression turned wistful. "It is a capital mistake to theorise before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts."

"I remember writing that line." He took a breath. Conflicting memories slid through the edges of his thoughts. In one, he was alone, writing late into the night, drinking coffee and banging words out on his typewriter until dawn light crept in past his office curtains. And in the other, a woman - this woman, leaned against his back, her bare arms draped over his shoulders, reading as he typed. "Are you a fan then?"

"Of course." Her thumb caressed the back of his hand. "Your biggest fan, in fact."

"And . . ." Arthur swallowed. "You were there? When I wrote A Scandal in Bohemia?"

"Was I?"

He nodded. The smell of her perfume tickled his nose. A light, floral scent that whispered of not just that night but a hundred others. His open window, the room lit by silvered moonlight, falling on a tangle of limbs. Sweaty flesh and soft breath. The clack of the keys and her breathy laughter. 'Really, Arthur? A trained snake?' 'No one will expect it.' His voice. Her answer. She'd been there, sitting on his lap as he'd typed out The Speckled Band too. "I . . . remember you."

"You aren't supposed to." She sighed, her hand slipping to cup the back of his neck in a way his body knew so well. "You wanted to forget. So I let you."

"I can't imagine ever wanting to forget you." Arthur studied her anew. The arch of her brow, the curve of her neck, the shape of her eyes, and the slight lift at the corners of her mouth. His heart was pounding so hard that he felt his ribs might crack. 

Her lips curved up even as her eyes grew damp. "You were so full of anger, so hopeless. You wanted to stop writing. Do you remember that?"

He nodded. There had been a time, right after one of his failures. When he'd realized medicine couldn't always save lives. That sometimes all he had to offer was false hope and distraction. He'd wanted to kill Sherlock. To destroy all his stories. Stories that were silly and meaningless in the face of disease and injury. 

Arthur bowed his head. "I remember you in bits and pieces. You inspired me. You . . . wrote with me. Read my drafts. And then you were gone."

"I never really left. Only stood aside, and gave you time to heal." 

"I loved you," he said, his voice cracking on the words as if his throat wanted to hold them in. 

"Loved?" 

"Love," he echoed, bringing the word to the present moment. His heart knew it, even if his head hadn't quite caught up. This woman was his muse. His partner in art and life. And in his depression, he'd pushed her away. "How are you here? Now?"

"I'm like le Comte." She squeezed his hand gently. "Immortal."

Arthur nodded mutely. It made as much sense as anything else. "And he gave me this second chance. To live again." To love again. Had le Comte known? He found that he did not care. He was only glad to find her again. His first love. 

"Yes."

"I hope you know, I've no intention of forgetting you again." He pulled her closer, and she came to him willingly.

"I hope you know I've no intention of letting you." When she smiled this time, it came with a kiss. Tender and full of longing. The years between them melting away in a touch that was both familiar and novel.

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

Request: No.

Words: 461.

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"Ma Chérie?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you."

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

"You're too good for me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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GOING ON A BAKERY DATE WITH THEO

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

WARNINGS: none!! :D

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

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

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

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

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

oops.

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

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

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

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

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

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Loving your beauty

Notes: Ikevamp, Vincent x reader, gn reader, finally came out with Vincent's letter after so long, letter, fluff, with a bit of angst, I wanted to write Vincent in a slightly more depressing kind of style, still very new to writing him as well, I hope to get better with each letter,

My dear _________,

At first, I wished to keep these feelings of mine stored away in the depths of my art, but you noticed the little details all the same. There was no chance I would hit the ground, for you were able to catch even a fallen angel like me. If you are the moon, then I am the sun. Blazing hot to burn bright days ahead, leaving the moon to shield in times of darkness. To me, you are the colors which light up my monochrome world. To be the sun is to shine for everyone, yet I couldn’t see the brightness from the dull me.

Now every time I hear your voice I wonder if you’re around or if it’s simply a fragment of my memory. Knowing the possibility, I continue to turn around, my eyes dashing to see if they’ll meet yours. On the chances my eyes greet your very own, a heat spreads throughout the face reflected in your eyes. Not once have I seen those pearly eyes gaze away in a blaze like mine, you always, always look directly towards me.

When I consider the details, in such a way I must be a painting. One full of enchantment all there is to do is peer in awe as to how life dusted into the canvas. However, there remains the possibility of me being a painting so devoid of color it lies in horror. In comparison to me, you are a painting bursting with life.

A starry sky deeming with color, one which takes over the entire night sky. When you gaze upon it, a warmth enfolds you causing a love to sprout. The textures left from brushes seeping through as if a slight touch of a hand will leave paint marks. Holding the beautiful art together is all but a single frame, one slightly scratched along the edges. Perhaps indented from years of unexpected falls or maybe the painter itself left those marks. Such blemishes aren’t to be ashamed of, rather I perceive it to be growth of character. Everything about this painting is beautiful.

How I wish for my lover to be with me at this very moment. My lover whose beauty could never be simply captured by the painting in which I craft. For no amount of words, paint, and marble compares to the complexity I observe each day. In my eyes, you will always be the most enchanting sight. I love you ___________. The beauty in which you hold is but one part of a whole art piece.

My heart wishes to meet you soon. In due time our paths will cross again, on the occasion we meet once more, I’ll confess again. Although we are already together, I feel the need to show you my love so you may not forget. Yet, it’s also to ensure this feeling of mine, this love, isn’t a forgotten emotion of mine.

With much love,

Vincent Van Gogh

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