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Hello, i hope you are fine. Can you write a story where the characters make their engagement request to y/n

The boys propose to MC :

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Vladimir :

For as long as he can remember, Vladimir has wanted to get married. He still remembers explaining to his parents, with all the seriousness a child can muster, what his wedding would be like, with the guest list, the food and the music he wanted. He also remembers asking his parents dozens of times about their wedding.

As a teenager, he still thought about it but with a weight on his heart, his understanding of the world had evolved and with it the realisation that nobody really wanted him. And as a young adult, he had written it off. The people he had tried to court had all rejected him and his parents' reassuring words no longer made sense, no one wanted to take the risk of marrying him and potentially having a sick child like him and as he would inherit nothing when his parents died, he really wasn't a good match for marriage.

Ever since he met you, he's found himself believing. You've already talked about it together several times. You've talked about what you'd like to eat, where the ceremony would take place, what you'd wear.

Sometimes Vladimir would start to cry when he realised that his family wouldn't be there. You always managed to console him by promising that everyone in the manor would be there for you on the day.

Lately, he's been thinking about it even more. He finds himself moving on to decorating the manor house for your wedding and thinking about a beautiful spot in the garden for the ceremony.

He just needs to find the courage to ask you to marry him and that's the problem. He knows you'll say yes, but there's always that little voice in his head telling him that you'd never want to marry someone like him, that everything he's been through is wrong and that he'll end up alone again as soon as you realise he's not as wonderful as you think. He chases this horrible idea away every time, but it keeps whispering as soon as he finds himself alone.

He doesn't know how to propose either. He tries out different ways of saying it, but none of them seem perfect enough. He thinks of a nice place to propose in the garden before realising that no place seems perfect enough and sets about reorganising a large part of the garden especially for the occasion.

During this period, you will have to go and look for it regularly in the garden to encourage it to return, as he will even start working there on the nights of the full moons.

Despite her best efforts, the place never seems perfect enough for her, the flowers aren't beautiful enough, the layout doesn't suit her, even though Aaron and Beliath keep telling her every night that you're going to love it, it's not enough for her. It's the same with the ring, of course it's beautiful, but it's not perfect, and yet Raphaël helped her choose it and keeps telling her that everything is going to be fine.

He would like this moment to be one of the most beautiful days of your life. He'd like you to remember his proposal as a fairytale moment. You deserve the best and he feels he'll never be able to give you what you really deserve.

His behaviour is starting to worry you. You know your vampire from the time you've spent with him and you know that he sometimes makes mountains out of molehills, but when you ask Aaron what's wrong he just tells you that he's not allowed to talk about it, Beliath shrugs before saying "It's Vladimir" and Raphael tells you that everything's fine with a conspiratorial smile.

Your concern for him pushes him to go for it. He practises for several days in front of the bathroom mirror to make the most perfect proposal before finally daring to take the plunge. He invites you into the garden on a moonless night, under a pretty rose-covered pergola and lit by little lanterns. You can't miss how anxious he looks that night.

His proposal isn't perfect, he knows that, he stumbles over his words more than he would have liked, he even speaks a little too quickly and he finds it hard to hold your gaze without feeling like his cheeks are burning. When he stops talking, he looks down at the ring he's holding out to you, too stressed to continue looking at you.

He barely hears your "yes" before you kiss him and it takes him a few seconds to realise that you've actually agreed and that he's not dreaming. He responds to your kiss with tears of happiness.

The ring he gave you is of an antique design, as if it came straight from the nineteenth century, it can't have been easy to find one like that in the jewellery shops. It's obviously expensive but discreet, in gold with a small round ruby in the centre, and when you look closely you can see that both your initials are engraved on the inside.

Béliath :

He had never imagined getting married. Marriage doesn't exist among succubi, although there is something that might resemble it, but it's not official and it's frowned upon by the majority of succubi. He only began to be invited to weddings when he started living among humans.

He's always loved being invited to weddings though, it's fun. There are lots of people, good food, good music, it's a great opportunity to celebrate for him. However, Beliath was never interested in the more ceremonial aspect of the wedding. He was really just there to have fun and make new friends.

Since he's been in a couple with you, he's been thinking about it differently. You seem to like the idea of marriage and if it's something you want then so does he.

What's more, it's a good excuse to celebrate and invite people to the manor. The two of you end up talking about it quite a lot together. As a result of hearing you talk about it, he's got a whole Pinterest board full of ideas for decorating, clothes and food that you've said you like. He also asks the other boys what they do at weddings, and was quite surprised that he didn't have to insist when he mentioned his idea of using Vladimir's garden for part of the evening.

Once he was reassured that he could marry you in the manor, he started to think about how to propose. The problem is that he doesn't really know how to go about it, so he often thinks about it and asks Ethan for advice. The doctor isn't much help, though, as he just says, "Just ask! Why are you complicating your life? It's just a marriage proposal, Bel".

Of course, he's partly right, it's only a marriage proposal. But he can't just ask you for it any old way. It has to be organised to a certain extent, you can't expect it, the setting has to be both romantic and chic, and you both have to be dressed to the nines.

This proposal must be engraved in your memory as one of the most beautiful days of your life with him, and you must remember it 100 years from now as a wonderful evening.

He takes Ethan with him on a tour of different restaurants and hotels in and around the city. He needs Ethan's opinion to make his choice; he wants to propose to you somewhere beautiful before enjoying a night alone with you in one of the chicest hotels around.

He also asks the people at Moondance for their advice, and he gets a lot more help there than he does with Ethan. Some give him lists of the best hotels and restaurants, while others advise him on the best places for a honeymoon. When he returns to the manor, he sorts through the suggestions with Raphaël and Vladimir.

You notice a few changes in his behaviour during this period, not enough to worry you, but enough to intrigue you. You know you can't ask Ethan anything about it, because he'll be as mute as a grave, so you tackle Vladimir, who stammers out a few panicked excuses before fleeing the room like a thief. That's enough for you, you know that your partner is up to something and that everyone but you is in on it.

Your curiosity forces him to hurry, so he goes out in the middle of the day with Ethan to buy the ring and spends several hours choosing the one that looks best, under Ethan's weary gaze, who nearly falls asleep several times in the various jewellery shops they visit. Then Beliath books the restaurant and the hotel, having hesitated for a long time over the final choices.

He invites you to a restaurant just a few days later, which doesn't surprise you too much given that Beliath has got into the habit of inviting you to private evenings quite regularly. Your partner's behaviour seems a little stranger than usual, however, as he rarely seems slightly stressed.

He proposes at the end of the meal. If you don't like having all the attention focused on you, he tries to remain discreet, but if you don't mind, he doesn't hesitate to make himself noticed. Beliath talks at length about you and all the reasons why he wants to marry you and spend eternity with you.

When he stops talking he feels a slight tension in his muscles that he hadn't noticed until that moment, and he realises for the first time just how much stress he's under. He looks at you with the impression that you're taking hours to answer, even though he knows that only a few short seconds have passed, and when you finally accept he can't hold back any longer and gets up to kiss you.

The engagement ring he's given you looks very sophisticated, but it's still fine and discreet. It obviously cost a lot of money, is in white gold and is set with several small diamonds.

Ivan :

He had never asked himself if he wanted to get married. As a child, he attended all his parents' friends' weddings and he remembers not enjoying them: everything took too long, he had to wear uncomfortable clothes, be good, not make a fuss, not bother the adults and sometimes there weren't even any children his own age to play with.

It was the same thing when he was a teenager, marriage often rhymed with boredom and a whole day wasted congratulating people he didn't know. He would have preferred to stay at home playing video games or reading or going out to see Constance and Loïc.

Now that you're together, he thinks differently. You've often talked about marriage and you seem to like the idea of marrying him. He can't say he doesn't like the idea either, he even thinks it might be fun. Of course, there wouldn't be any of his family or friends from his previous life, but he would be marrying you and there would be members of the manor to attend.

He discussed it a little with Aaron and Vladimir to get their opinions and above all to make sure that they would be present if he were to get married. Once this was done, he started looking for a nice place to propose. Initially, he'd thought of a restaurant, but he still has trouble eating human food and he still doesn't feel safe enough in a crowd of humans. Aaron has suggested that he propose in the forest and has even pointed out several places he finds charming, but Ivan is hesitant. Sure, the forest is pretty, but it's not personal enough. He wants somewhere that means something to both of you, not just somewhere beautiful.

Finding the place isn't his only problem. He's also looking for the perfect way to propose. He's written dozens and dozens of sentences in a notebook and he had Raphaël and Vladimir read them, but even though the two vampires kept telling him it was perfect, he wasn't satisfied. It's not that perfect isn't good enough - he's not a perfectionist - but he can't help feeling that it's not personal enough.

The closer the moment gets, the more anxious he feels. He knows you'll accept, you've discussed it so many times together, but a small part of him can't help thinking that it's just an idea he has. Constance has lied to him about her feelings for years, of course he knows you're not like her, he knows you really love him, but the event is still traumatic.

You've noticed some change in your partner's behaviour because of this. Ivan seems much more thoughtful and writes things down in a little notebook that he always hides whenever you come into the room. He's also more clingy with you, which doesn't particularly bother you because you know that your partner sometimes needs reassurance that you love him.

Vladimir and Aaron try to look neutral about it, but, listen, their adorable little Ivan is going to propose, of course they're happy. That's what's got you suspicious - you don't know what's going on in the manor, but Vladimir is in a strangely good mood and Raphael often interrupts Aaron mid-sentence when you're there and he's talking about Ivan. However, no matter how hard you try to find out what's going on, Ethan, Beliath and Raphael act as if they don't know anything about it, which is all the more suspicious given that secrets don't normally stay secret for very long in this manor.

When the day finally comes to propose, Ivan is incredibly anxious, but he tries to put on a brave face and look as normal as ever, which fails given that he's already tripped twice walking with you through the forest.

You arrive at your destination after several minutes' walk. It's the big tree you used to climb with Ivan. You climb the tree with him and sit on a branch for a chat. It's a particularly pleasant spot, far too far from the town for humans to approach, and no-one from the manor comes here.

After a moment, Ivan takes a deep breath and pulls his notebook and a small box out of his pocket. At first he tries to read what he's written, but the words don't seem to make sense and he feels like he's being incomprehensible, perhaps because he stumbles over his words a lot and his stress sometimes takes his breath away. Finally he puts his notebook away and closes his eyes before handing you the box. He speaks more slowly this time, he doesn't need the notebook, he needs to tell you clearly how he feels about you without a filter.

When he stops talking, he shyly opens his eyes to look at you. Your smile is a response in itself, and he almost falls out of the tree as you lean in to kiss him.

It's a very simple engagement ring - Ivan didn't go for complexity. The only stone in the ring is a heart-shaped topaz. On the inside of the ring, Ivan had "I love you" engraved.

Aaron :

When he was a child, he liked to attend weddings in his village, which were held quite regularly and were always a great day of celebration. He wasn't really interested in the ceremony itself, preferring to play with the other children and enjoy the festive food that had been prepared. He also liked to explain to his mother what he wanted for his wedding, but when he was a child it mainly consisted of games and lots of party food, especially biscuits, pastries and sweets.

As he got older, he became a little less utopian. First of all, he needed money if he wanted to have a good wedding and be able to provide for his family, which wasn't likely to be the case if he just stayed living in the village. And then, to get married you need a partner and Aaron has never managed to find someone who's perfect for him, of course he's met and had partners but he's never felt the need to get married. In the end, he even gave up on the idea of ever getting married altogether.

Things have changed since you've been a couple. He knows that marriage is something close to your heart, and you've often talked to him about it, whether it's at night when you're lying together amidst sheets and pillows, or during your long walks in the forest when you've spotted a particularly beautiful spot that would be perfect for holding a wedding. The more you talk about it, the more he likes the idea. Sometimes he'll be surprised to notice places in the forest where he could take you to propose or to stop for a moment in front of a jewellery shop to look at engagement rings.

He spoke to Raphaël and Vladimir about it and, of course, his two friends were very enthusiastic about the idea. Vladimir offered to hold the wedding in the garden, and even said he was willing to make changes to make the venue a little more to Aaron's taste. Beliath, Ivan and Ethan found out shortly afterwards. You often walk into a room to see them all stop talking abruptly before looking innocent.

Their behaviour immediately tells you that something was going on in the manor. What's more, Aaron seems more pensive than usual. You've tried to get them to spill the beans, but none of them want to admit it and they all play dumb when you ask them questions.

Aaron already has an idea of where he might propose. There are several particularly beautiful places in the forest that might be suitable, but he's thinking mainly of the lake near the manor. He loves to come and walk there with you, whether it's to stand by the bank and chat or to take a dip on a hot summer's night. It's also far enough away that his flatmates won't bother him there, and he wants to be alone with you when he proposes.

He doesn't have too much trouble with words and already has a good idea of how he wants to propose. Aaron isn't looking for something grand or exceptional, he prefers something much simpler that will be more likely to express his feelings for you frankly.

On the evening of the proposal, you went for a walk in the forest with Aaron as usual. It wasn't yet a full moon and you were walking together, chatting. However, your partner seemed slightly tense, you could tell by the sound of his voice and the tension in his muscles. He kept one of his hands in his pocket and you could tell he was playing with something without really knowing what.

When you reached the edge of the lake, you both stopped for a moment to take in the scenery. The forest was calm, there were a few insects flying around you, pretty fireflies giving the lake a mysterious appearance and the slight reflection of the quarter-moon on the water. Aaron took a deep breath beside you and you immediately turned your head to look at him.

It took him a moment to stop playing with the ring in his pocket and turn to you. In this landscape, he finds you even more magnificent than usual. When he starts to speak, he speaks each word slowly and thoughtfully, repeating his love and desire to spend eternity with you. It's simple, but breathtakingly sincere; he feels like he could talk for hours about the love he feels for you.

When he finally stops talking, his gaze doesn't leave you, he watches every feature of your face, every reaction, he can feel his heart beating faster and faster in his chest and when you finally accept he can't hold back any longer from kissing you.

It's a very simple engagement ring, but it's also very old-fashioned. It feels solid and you wouldn't be afraid to wear it even when working with your hands. There's a small amber stone in the centre, but it doesn't protrude from the ring at all, so there's no risk of it catching on anything. It looks so simple that you're surprised when you see the first words of a love poem written to you by Aaron.

Raphaël :

For as long as he can remember, Raphaël has loved weddings, even as a child he was always happy to go with his parents. He could wear pretty clothes and play with the other children, he was allowed to eat a lot more sweets than usual, his parents' friends complimented him on his beauty and he loved hearing his mother tell him that he looked like a magnificent little prince.

He often told his mother what he wanted for his wedding, pausing at length to talk about the musicians and performers who would liven up the party: there had to be drama, music, games and food galore, and while he was at it he also wanted a show with bears, jugglers and acrobats.

After his parents died, he completely forgot about the idea. It's not that he didn't want to get married any more, but that when your own family is fighting not to get custody of you you seriously start to doubt that anyone will love you. Marriage is all very well, but what's the point if your partner is going to abandon you one day? The story with Margarita didn't help matters and slowly convinced him that everyone disappears one day.

Now that you're a couple, he's starting to feel hopeful again. He likes to hear you talk about marriage and listen to your ideas and wishes on the subject. He writes them down in a notebook so that he doesn't forget them. He thinks it would be nice to marry you. He knows that he has clothes that would be perfect for the occasion and even if nothing suits him, he also knows that Vladimir will agree to give him money to buy a new suit.

He was quick to tell Vladimir and Aaron about his idea, of course, and talks to them every chance he gets. And given that he's the darling of the manor, you can be sure he'll have everything he needs to organise your dream wedding.

He couldn't see himself making his proposal outside the manor, going out seemed too complicated and he knew he would be anxious enough as it was, so Vladimir's garden seemed a perfect alternative. He knows that the area around the little bench is particularly pretty when lit by lanterns.

As for the proposal itself, he doesn't really know what to do. He's usually good with words, but he knows he has a tendency to be a bit too talkative, especially when he gets carried away with his emotions. He could talk about you for hours without getting bored, so he can't see how he could propose without overdoing it. He asks Vladimir and Aaron for advice, of course, but his friends just tell him that if you're in a relationship with him, it's probably because you appreciate his sensitivity.

So he continued to write different marriage proposals, which he then rehearsed to make sure they sounded right.

Sometimes doubt assails him to the point of waking him up suddenly: maybe you don't really love him, he probably doesn't deserve you. He'll end up bringing you bad luck, just as he brought bad luck to Margarita and Alessio. His restlessness always ends up waking you up, and even if you don't understand why he's suddenly so anxious and still refuses to tell you what's going on, you always manage to reassure him. Once he's calmed down and is lying in bed with you, he relaxes again, of course you love him and he's not bad luck. You're both safe.

You suspect that something is going on, it would be quite complicated not to understand it anyway. Ethan elbowed Aaron several times when he was talking about you and Raphael, Vladimir swears he's not hiding anything from you but he stammers as soon as you ask a question about Raphael before fleeing to his room, Beliath and Ivan are playing innocent. You know it's suspicious, you know them well enough now to be certain that their behaviour is hiding something from you.

On the evening of the proposal, Raphaël invited you to take a stroll in the garden. For once, the garden was lit by multiple small lanterns. You sat down together on the garden bench. Raphaël listened to you talk without interrupting, while he tried to summon up the courage to propose, his hand gently caressing yours, the crickets chirping around you soothingly. He took a breath before gently closing his eyes under his blindfold. This was the moment, he clasped the small box containing the ring in his hand before beginning to speak.

His voice was as soft as ever as he concentrated on telling you everything he felt. He felt he had far too much to say and not enough time. In his stress, he clasped your hand in his and wouldn't let go. He would have liked to talk at greater length about everything he loved about you and all the reasons why he wanted to spend eternity with you, but he didn't want to be the only one talking either.

When he stopped talking, all his concentration was on you. He listened to the rhythm of your breathing and paid close attention to your every movement. He waited for your response with great tension and the faint but present fear that you would refuse. When you agreed before kissing him, he felt tears of happiness well up in his eyes.

The engagement ring is expensive and has a complex design, with several twists intertwining around a central diamond stone. It looks quite old, and inside the ring is a line from her favourite love poem.

Ethan :

He wanted to have a partner when he was a kid, but he didn't want to get married. He followed his parents to a lot of weddings and he hated it. You had to sit still, listen to the adults, not stain your clothes, not bother the adults, it was a bore! He wanted to play, have fun and make noise. OK, so maybe he stained the wedding dress of one of his mother's friends at a wedding… maybe two, well, he was considered a disobedient little devil always on the lookout for something new to do, but in his defence, weddings are very boring when you're a kid.

When he was a teenager, he stopped going to weddings and instead went out to have fun with his friends in town. It was much more fun and enjoyable that way and, above all, he wasn't stuck all day with people he didn't know and aunts and uncles wanting to know more about his love affairs. After his transformation, he didn't think about it at all. It was bad enough that he wasn't sure he'd ever have a partner who would love him despite his transformation into a vampire, so a wedding?! All his old friends were dead, all the new friends he made ended up running away from him, he no longer had any family. According to him, he had more chance of running into an alien while shopping than of ever getting married.

His point of view changed when he started to be in a relationship with you. You often spoke to him about marriage and the joy you seemed to feel at the idea was infectious. The more you talked about it with him, the more he found himself considering the idea of marrying you.

Initially, he just wanted to ask you to marry him, nothing grandiose or grandiloquent, just a simple proposal while you were alone together. Beliath stopped him, telling him that he needed something memorable, and so did Raphael and Vladimir, much to his dismay. But that's not how he sees it. He loves you, isn't that enough for a proposal?

He doesn't want to propose to you in a restaurant, it's too cliché and not discreet enough. It's not that he appreciates discretion, but he's not like Beliath and he doesn't want people sharing this moment with you - it's your moment, after all. But no matter how much he thinks about it, he can't find anywhere that suits what he's looking for. The forest is Aaron's place, the garden Vladimir's, the library Raphael's. He doesn't want to propose to you at the Moondance because, once again, he wants to be alone with you.

Meanwhile, you suspect that something is going on, your partner seems a little off every time, as if he's worried about something. At first, you simply asked him if anything was wrong, but Ethan denied it completely. When you asked Beliath if he knew what was worrying Ethan, the half-incubus told you there was no problem at all. You didn't believe him, of course, Beliath lies well, but you've lived with him long enough to know when he's lying.

Weeks went by and he still couldn't find the perfect place for his proposal, but he keeps the ring in his jacket pocket in case a good opportunity arises, and it stays there for a long time before it does.

There was a big funfair in town and, as always, Ethan insisted that you go with him. By the end of the evening, you were tired from the rides and the hours spent browsing the stalls, so you decided to take a ride on the Ferris wheel. The vast majority of people had long since left and the two of you climbed into a large gondola. You leaned back comfortably against Ethan to admire the scenery around you.

At that moment, Ethan realised that this was the moment he'd been waiting for. You were alone in front of a magnificent landscape, the streets of the old town dimly lit below, the music from the funfair barely audible, the sky clear so you could see the stars that dotted it.

Your vampire clutched the little box containing the ring before calling out softly to you. You raised your head to look at him before smiling and kissing him, which reinforced his idea, there was no better moment. He took the box out of his pocket and started talking. He's never been good at being romantic, he knows that, he also knows that he'll never find words strong enough to express clearly how he feels about you. But he knows that if this evening could last forever, he would be the happiest of men. He tells you how he feels about you, how happy he is to spend time with you, how much he wants to see you happy.

When he stops talking, you're still against him, and the love he sees in your eyes makes him blush. You straighten up a little so that you're not leaning all the way against him before kissing him, maybe his eyes are a little wet as he responds to your kiss by pulling you closer to him, but he never thought he'd feel so loved.

It's a fairly simple ring, Ethan didn't go for complexity. It's in white gold, topped with a single sapphire. The stone is very small, but the colour is magnificent and reminds you a little of the colour of Ethan's eyes.

Neil :

Neil had attended many of his father's weddings when he was still a very young child, and he had already understood that love marriages didn't exist among people like him. However, he appreciated this, as he also understood that weddings were above all a manifestation of power and wealth. All his father's weddings dwarfed the weddings of the kingdom's noble families in terms of pomp and money.

The concept of a love marriage always seemed a little strange to him, and he sometimes heard his brothers talk about it without really understanding what he meant by it.

He married many times, never for love, always to consolidate his power. That's not to say he never appreciated the women he married, but he didn't love them romantically; at best, he shared their sense of humour and their desire for power; at worst, they pretended to put up with each other and spent as little time with each other as possible.

Since you've been together, he's found himself thinking about marriage in a different way. You seem to like the idea a lot, even more than that you talk about it often and seem enchanted by the idea of marrying him. He can't deny that the happiness you seem to feel at the idea of marrying him touches him, he would never have thought it would do anything to him, but it does. He loves to hear you talk about marriage as you lie against him on the sofa in the living room. He takes a good long look at you and thinks how beautiful you would look in your wedding clothes.

In the days that follow, he looks for a place to propose to you. He wants the venue to be magnificent, after all, you deserve the best. He immediately thought of a great restaurant, but he can't just book a table in a restaurant, it has to be much better than that. He takes advantage of the times when you don't feel like going out to tour the city's top restaurants.

Once he's found the perfect place, he starts looking for a ring, just like the restaurant, he doesn't want to settle for something simple and it takes him a long time to find what he's looking for, often it doesn't feel grand enough, not unique enough. He wants you to feel like the most precious and important person in his life, so he can't be satisfied with a simple ring, even one from a luxury jeweller.

His behaviour intrigues you, of course; Neil goes out more often than usual and always avoids answering your questions on the subject. It quickly becomes a little game between you, after all, eternity is sometimes long and you have to know how to have fun. You try to spy on him to find out what he's up to while you're away, but it's hard for you to get an answer because your partner goes to such great lengths to keep his secret.

Finally, after several weeks, he invites you to the restaurant and gives you a sumptuous outfit, as usual, Neil's taste in clothes is perfect, the outfit couldn't have suited you better, you spend a moment admiring yourself in the mirror before joining your partner who is also dressed up.

He takes you to the most expensive and chic restaurant in town. You go up to the top floor of the restaurant and when you enter the large room there are just the two of you. The large picture windows give a magnificent view of the city below and the mountains in the distance, the room is lit by subdued light and soft music can be heard. Neil invites you to sit at the only table in the centre of the room. In this setting, you have the impression of being the main character in a great romantic film, and that's not unpleasant - all your vampire's attention is focused on you.

The two of you talk for a long time and you observe your partner sometimes playing with one of his locks of hair. You know that this is a little habit he has when he's feeling stressed and it intrigues you.

Finally, at the end of the meal, he straightens up in his chair to stand even straighter than he already was before taking your hand in his. Neil speaks softly but with a sure voice and you feel lulled by the sound you like so much. He hasn't thought much about what he wants to tell you, which is what's so wonderful about you, he's not playing a chess game, he can be frank and tell you how he feels without being afraid that you'll take advantage of it to hurt him later. He feels free, free to express his love for you and to give you everything you want. Neil talks at length, about the time you've spent together so far, about all the things he'd like to do with you in the future.

When he stops talking, he doesn't let go of your hand. He's never had any doubts about your answer, and when you stand up to kiss him he welcomes you with joy.

The ring is very expensive and it shows. It's in white gold and looks as if it's been tailor-made to fit your finger. You'll never see another like it, because it was made for you and you alone.

Léandra :

Since marriage doesn't really exist among succubi, she has never been interested in it. The only thing that could resemble it is a small ceremony that is not recognised as official by his people.

Léandra has already taken part in human weddings, but she enjoys being invited more, for the hunting and the festive atmosphere that always accompanies weddings. She has never wanted to get married herself, nor has she ever understood what would make a human want to get married.

Since you've been a couple, her opinion has changed on a lot of things. At first, she would never have thought she was capable of falling in love, but it's been the case, she's fallen in love with you, your way of being, everything that makes you the person you are.

You often talk to her about marriage, it's not an idea that would have occurred to her on her own, but she enjoys hearing you talk about it. You seem so happy with the idea and your happiness is contagious. She knows she'd do anything to make you happy and see you smile, so of course if you want a wedding she's ready to go with you without the slightest hesitation.

Léandra has even considered inviting her brother, as she doesn't have many friends among the succubi who could attend her wedding with you, not many friends who would look favourably on it, and she doesn't want to put you in any more danger than you already are by going out with her.

The more time goes by, the more she likes the idea of marriage. Yes, you could get married together. She could see you in your wedding cloth, beautiful as usual. The only problem is that she doesn't really know what a human wedding is like, admittedly she's been to a few, but that was for the party, not the ceremony.

After several weeks of reflection, she finally asked her little brother for advice, and he stammered in surprise for several seconds before asking her if he had understood what she meant. Once she'd got over the shock, Beliath tried to advise her as best he could, but his ideas didn't suit her: a restaurant is nice, but she doesn't particularly like the atmosphere or the idea. She's not very good with words either, and she's not sure she'll be able to tell you clearly how she feels about you - no one has ever taught her to be sentimental, let alone express emotions like love.

She likes the idea of giving you an engagement ring but… Léandra knows that for demons getting married, it's customary to give a dagger, but it's not just any dagger, it has to be enchanted to have the ability to kill a demon. It's a symbol of trust to offer such a weapon to your partner, but she hesitates, as it's not very common among succubi and she's afraid you'll find it aggressive in some way. It's a far cry from the customary human engagement ring. But you love her, you're not afraid of her and who she is, so maybe you wouldn't mind after all?

You soon notice that your partner is not in her normal state, although you can't say exactly why. Léandra's head often seems to be elsewhere and she sighs more often than not, as if something were preoccupying her mind. It's a far cry from her usual good humour and it worries you a little. You know that not all succubi take a very positive view of your partner's relationship with you, but Léandra reassures you that you're both in no danger. She's worried about something else, but despite your questions you can't work out what it is.

Time goes by and she still doesn't know how to propose. There's always her brother's idea of inviting you to a restaurant, but try as she might, it doesn't suit her. She's already not very good with emotions, let alone in a crowd of people, and she needs to be alone with you to tell you how she feels.

Her hesitation leads her to wait a little longer, until one night. You are alone with her in a large hotel room, lying on the bed with your back against Léandra while her wings cover you both as if in a cocoon. Her thoughts wander as she smells your scent against her and watches you wrap a lock of her hair around your fingers. She realises she's never felt so soothed, having you against her has made her feel good in a way she's never felt before.

Léandra doesn't really know where to start - talking about love has never been one of her skills. She hesitates over words and phrasing, far from her usual self-assurance. There's so much she wants to tell you, but doesn't know how.

But she talks to you about how she feels, about the moments of happiness she shares with you and how she wants them to go on forever, her voice has emotions you've never heard from her before, her eyes look at you with love.

When she falls silent and awaits your response, you gently turn to face her before kissing her, her arms closing around you more firmly as her wings flutter slightly.

The dagger she offers you is magnificent and undoubtedly required a great deal of work on the part of its creator. The blade is a bewitching deep black, engraved in a demonic language, and the pommel and the cross-guard are encrusted with precious stone. It looks as fearsome as it is magnificent.

Farah :

Farah grew up in a small village in the countryside, and weddings were always big celebrations where the whole village got together to celebrate the event, sometimes even strangers passing through were invited to join in. When she was a child, she used to enjoy these events immensely, playing with the other children, running among the guests and tables, eating until she couldn't swallow anything. It was also a chance to put on her best clothes.

She never forgot the happiness she felt at these events, even after she and her brother had run away from her father. They were still sometimes invited to weddings where they didn't know anyone but where people wanted to share their happiness. After being transformed into a werewolf it became more complicated, although, but the pack evolved, she attended fewer weddings, isn't very common among werewolves, but there were some organised all the same. Most of the time, these took place deep in the forest, to make sure they were not disturbed by humans. Those who knew how to play music brightened up the forest with their songs, and the party lasted until the early hours of the morning.

Since you've been in a relationship, she's already thought about proposing to you many times, even more so since you told her what you'd like for a wedding. She briefly discussed it with the other members of the pack and of course everyone was very enthusiastic about the idea, so encouraged by them, she decided to go for it.

However, she doesn't really know how to propose. She imagines something quite romantic, a proposal in a beautiful landscape, telling you how much she feels for you and how happy she is to share her life with you. Words aren't always her forte though, she knows she tends to be a bit too direct, she wants you to feel like you're someone special on that day, because you are to her. She'll go round the forest looking for a romantic place to propose to you, and then she'll head into town to go round the jewellery shops looking for an engagement ring that suits you.

You've noticed some changes in Farah's behaviour and in the behaviour of the pack. Your partner often seems to have her head in the clouds, she sometimes goes off without telling you where she's going, she whispers things to the other members of the pack before looking at you innocently when you ask her what they're talking about. And that's not all, Willie sometimes looks at you both and smiles, and for an old grump like him that's pretty unusual. Hellébores comes out of her usual shyness to silence Mathéo and you've already seen Ashlynn and your doctor signal the child to be quiet several times. In fact, everyone seems to know something you don't, and that only makes you more curious.

On the night of the proposal, you followed Farah through the forest for a while before arriving at a large flower-covered clearing, the quarter-moon overhead lighting up the place with a fairy-like appearance, you spent a brief moment observing the place before seeing Farah turn towards you holding a small box firmly against her. Gently, she takes one of your hands in hers before taking a breath.

There are lots of things she'd like to say to you, the responsibilities of the pack seem lighter to her now that you're there to help her, she never tires of waking up next to you, your breathing when you sleep next to her soothes her and gives her a feeling of security she hasn't felt for a long time. Every day, she has the impression that she loves you a little more than the day before; your facial expressions, the way you speak and your smiles flood her with a happiness she never thought possible. Spending eternity with you has become a matter of course, because she can no longer imagine the world without your presence by her side.

When she falls silent to let you answer, she knows there's still a lot she'd like to tell you. Her heart is pounding in her chest, but she can't take her eyes off you for even a second. And when you lean in to kiss her, she closes her arms around you to pull you closer. Farah feels as if she could spend eternity in this position.

The ring has a very simple look, you can wear it for any occasion and she's even bought you a little necklace to go with it if you prefer to wear it around your neck, which can sometimes come in handy when you have to work with your hands, so you don't lose it or snag it while you're working. It's adorned with a tiny orange topaz that reminds you of the colour of the sky when the sun goes down.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers vladimir #moonlight lovers béliath #moonlight lovers ivan #moonlight lovers aaron #moonlight lovers raphael #moonlight lovers ethan #moonlight lovers neil #moonlight lovers léandra #moonlight lovers farah

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qvalesh · 5 years ago

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ayy vlad in jeans xd it's not really what I've imagined but still

also there's my mc seraphima slappin' his ass

#art #my art #digital #digital art #illustration #digital illustration #artwork #sketch #digital sketch #moonlight lovers #ML #moonlight lovers vladimir #ml vladimir #vladimir ml #oc #character art #vampire #beemoov

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mademoisellejihan · 4 years ago

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Happy Valentine’s day! Here are my first Vladhana fanart ♥

Enjoy!

[DON’T REPOST/REUPLOAD]

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#moonlightloversvladimir #vladimir #vladimir ml #ML Vladimir #moonlight lovers vladimir #moonlight lovers #moonlightlovers #beemoov #BeemoovGames #moonlightloversart #fanartmoonlightlovers #artmoonlightlovers #Hana #hanaml #hanaoc #hanaxvlad #vladxhana #vladhana

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kamikazegal · 5 months ago

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Why the fuck are beemoov games doesn't even let me finish one fucking game without buying those fucking points.... like how am i supose to enjoy it when im literally out of points in the middle of the episode... and the worst part is that i cant even stop playing cuz I love some of character too much and I cant sleep at night cuz im too curious 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

But queen never cry so ig im not allowed to...

#mcl #my candy love #my candy love high school life #słodki flirt #amour sucre #słodki flirt liceum #moonlightlovers #beemoov #lysander ainsworth #lysandre #raphael #moonlight lovers Vladimir #Vladimir #castiel #rosalia #queen never cry

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not-ur-normie · 4 years ago

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Some illustration I did with Vladimir and my oc, Lilou.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers fanart #moonlight lovers vladimir

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klamv-art · 1 year ago

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How the characters of Moonlight Lovers would look in my style [Pt. 01]

Here are the first four portraits I did, next part will include Eloise, Ivan, Raphael and Neil 👀

This time I didn't include any commentary since I didn't change much of their designs but feel free to tell me any of your headcanons for the rest of the characters I might include them in the next drawings 🤲🏼👀

#artists on tumblr #character design #sketch #digital art #procreate #moonlight lovers fanart #moonlight lovers ethan #moonlight lovers beliath #moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers vladimir #moonlight lovers aaron #beemoov

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aiza-luna · 1 year ago

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Aiza OCs Rambles - Part II

So... I'm doing a second part bc Tumblr cut my photo limit I'm- 🫠

The link to part I is here!

So, continuing from where I stopped...

Vladimir x Anneliese - Vladiliese (Game: Moonlight Lovers)

The many faces of a woman: I play murder games and Dating Simulators, crazy right?

This one always makes me laugh because Vlad is average size, while his GF is TALL for woman standarts lmao 😭

I mean, make sense, she's a nymph hybrid... Girly won't have average size.

Vampire x Naiad match made by the delulu mind of yours truly 🫶🏽

Jacob Frye x Solange Cotoner-Artois - Jacolange (Game: Assassin's Creed Syndicate)

Another couple that is smol 🤏🏽

Tbh I thought Jacob was like, 1.75 cm considering his build, but nah, he's short kgjfjhhk

(The nickname "Rook" make sense now khkgjhkk)

Anyways, my bird couple: British Rook and Spanish Hoopoe 🥹🐦‍⬛🐦🧡

Aiden Pearce x Morowa Bancroft - Aidrowa (Game: Watch Dogs)

This one doesn't need introductions here, because I'm rambling about them for days by now 😭

But ngl, their height difference send me up- KFJFJGKJKK I LEGIT FORGOT HOW FUCKING TALL AIDEN WAS OMG

Morowa is a short Hound compared to him KFHDJGKHKJKK 😭🪦

Anyways, not gonna dive too deep in their relationship yet bc I'm still writting/ drawing them down, all I can say is, I love my Fox x Hound couple 🥹🫶🏽

(And yes, their ship has that pun/ref)

END OF MY RAMBLING, THX FOR CHECKING 🫶🏽🩵

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wisejazz · 1 year ago

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Un Vladimir que hice durante un bloqueo, creo que se nota 😶

#wisejazz #draw #drawing #fanart #art #beemoov #otome game #otome #beemoov games #moonlight lovers #vladimir moonlight lovers

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karinosh · 1 year ago

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An old drawing I did of Vladimir I did some of the guys in that style. I used to be obsessed with this game I don’t know why honestly it was traumatizing af

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verystrxxwberry · 18 days ago

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Hi Alex! I had a thought based on my OC for Moonlight Lovers: How would the guys react to a reader (their S/O) who can read minds but cannot control it? They doesn't want to be invasive, but cannot control their power. You could explain what kind of thoughts do they have and how they get to know this power about their s/o.

Thank you so much! I send you lots of love<3

MOONLIGHT LOVERS; "I know what you’re thinking"

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: What if the reader could read minds? Reader x individual characters, all routes, suggestive on Beliath, sfw in general. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hii! You’ve got me curious about your OC now, it seems very interesting the idea of a character with such power haha. And this was very fun to write as well!! I truly hope you enjoy this! I'm sorry for any misspellings. I hope you had a great Sunday :).

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AARON

You wouldn’t need to read his mind because whatever he thinks, he constantly voices it out loud. Still, there are things that he doesn’t talk about because he doesn’t see the need for that. His thoughts were for himself, but with you… he felt seen. Sometimes too much. There were times when he would think something –a doubt, an old wound, even a phrase he didn't dare say– and you would respond as if he had said it out loud. Not once or twice. Many. And although at first he attributed it to an emotional connection, to that rare chemistry that couples sometimes have, something deep down didn't quite fit.

The suspicion wasn't born out of one thing. It was more of an accumulation: phrases that you answered before they were spoken, changes in your mood that coincided with thoughts of his that he didn't even fully understand. You had constant headaches in which you requested him silence even when he was in silence – yet he was still thinking and that added noise.

One night, as you both laid in bed together, he decided to think about how thirsty he was, even if it was a lie, repeating how weak he felt because he hadn’t had blood in so long… and then you said, “I think you might need my blood.”

Aaron looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “uh… so... are you sure you cannot read minds?” he suggested, “I’m not really thirsty.”

You panicked a little, and your reaction was like a confirmation for him. He didn’t seem surprised though. “I… am sorry, Aaron. I swear I can’t control it. I don’t want to do it. But whenever you’re close or your feelings are too intense… I just hear them.” Your heartbeat was ridiculously fast you worried it could explode.

Aaron didn’t seem mad at all. Instead, he calmly nodded. “That explains a lot,” he mumbled, his hand reassuringly caressing your arm, “that’s alright, I can’t blame you. I just want to know how could I protect you from hearing the things you don’t want to hear.”

He feels bad for you and the headaches you can get from dealing with so many noises. Your pain was like migraines, and you couldn’t stand it occasionally, so he’d guide you towards your room and would leave you alone to rest until you felt better. He’d even control that the others do not get close to your room so you do not hear them by accident.

Honestly, he doesn’t want to know any thoughts from others, because he knows you don’t really want to dig so personally in others’ minds. So he’d be glad if you keep to yourself whatever you hear from others, unless they are enemies and you bring relevant information.

BELIATH

Superficially, his thoughts were what everyone expected from him: inside jokes, sarcastic remarks, plans for the holidays, strategies to get his prey. Although it is known that his vampiric side makes him feel guilty for what he is, for that incubus side that makes him have such sexual thoughts. He has repressed, almost wild desires; thoughts of how not to hurt anyone he has affection for; musings about his nature.

When he first met you, his thoughts were more entertaining; not to mention a bit of an ego boost for you... It started with some confusion, very adorable and oddly human of him. He had an internal struggle because of the change you made him have, because of the desire to care for you and not use you like just another person.

As an incubus, he is used to physical attraction, but with you there is an emotional connection that disarms him. His thoughts become sweeter, more protective. The development of thoughts he has is adorable.

But sometimes he cannot control those thoughts of having you in his arms, kissing you or doing something further beyond what’s considered pure.

One of those times he was thinking about you, he noticed you were suddenly very flustered and nervous around him. “Curious…” you heard him mumble on his thoughts, then he said, “Oh? Is that… a spider behind them?” and your panicked reaction made him burst out laughing. “So you were listening all the time? And didn’t say anything at all?? I’m hurt, darling,” he said in joke.

"Gods, I'm sorry," you sighed in relief as you checked that he was mocking you with the spider thing. "I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just... I don't do it on purpose, alright?"

Beliath doesn’t actually mind about your power, he is just worried about how things around you can affect you. He is aware of many thoughts you have heard from him that probably did hurt him. One day he randomly apologized on his thoughts, as you were cuddling, and he held you tightly.

You looked up at him, “what are you apologizing for?” you asked, confused.

“It’s easier to think about it than to say it out loud. Call me coward. I kinda am,” he mumbles as he buries your head onto the crook of his neck, so you won’t be looking at him.

He also finds this power very useful for certain stuff, and will use it as a way of communicating with you in a way that no one else hears. Sometimes throwing you the nastiest words, sometimes gossiping about something that’s happening at the moment around you and others planning stuff. He’d use this power of yours to make fun of strangers in public whenever someone does something cringy, so you both end up giggling without “sharing words” or a simple glance.

RAPHAEL

He has always been a quiet man. One of those who do not raise his voice, who thinks twice before speaking, and who carries his emotions like someone who carries something of value in his pocket: not to hide it, but because he knows that it is not necessary to show it all the time.

His thoughts were like a calm river. Reflective, sometimes repetitive, always with that inner murmur that only those who feel alone even in company understand well. There were things he never said out loud. Doubts, small insecurities, fleeting thoughts that crossed his mind like birds that don't stop. He also used to read to himself, so no one could hear him talking - which means free audiobooks lol.

Raphael doesn’t suspect anything at all about you hearing his thoughts. And you are quite glad that even his thoughts are pretty quiet. He is constantly talking on his mind, but they aren’t loud thoughts.

You were wondering about how to tell him this power of yours, feeling a little bit uneasy for his reaction. Would he feel hurt for not knowing that for so long? Or would he think that you were too invasive and do not feel respected?

You sighed, caressing your temples and being visibly stressed. And even if he couldn’t see, he sensed your frustration. “What’s wrong, my dear?” he asks calmly, closing the book and aiming his head towards your direction. You took a deep breath. He seemed worried, and you knew he’d overthink if you didn’t say anything at all.

“There is something I must confess,” you started, trying to find the words. He nodded calmly, as a way to show you that he was listening. “Since I was a kid… I’ve been able to hear what people can think. And I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t really control it. I don’t want to be invasive.” You took a breath, seeing how his face remained neutral, and his body seemed relaxed anyway. “At first, it was impossible with you. Your thoughts are... very organized. Very quiet. Like a closed library. But when we started spending more time together, it changed. You started thinking louder.”

Your last sentence made him chuckle quietly, “I’ve been told that I talk a lot when I am comfortable,” he commented.

“Don’t you have any problem with… this? Like, I don’t really want to make you feel uncomfortable by not being able to think freely or… whatever,” you spoke with uncertainty in your voice. He shook his head.

“Not at all,” his smile didn’t fade at all. “Thank you for listening to me without interrupting,” he thought this time, making you both share a laugh. And honestly, you never experience those headaches with him because he is always quiet.

VLADIMIR

His thoughts don't match the way he speaks. He seems calm, even cold at times, but inside he's at war. You don't know if continuing to listen to him is okay; it feels like you're reading his diary without permission. But there is something in his thoughts that holds you: the tenderness that he doesn't allow himself to show. Vladimir is very overthinker about everything. He has constant memories of his childhood, feeling a certain melancholy and regret in the face of certain cases; other moments where he simply organizes his day mentally.

But when he starts thinking about you... things change a lot. At first he used to think that you would not last long by his side, that you would realize that you are wasting your time. He wonders why you look at him with so much love, why you are not afraid of the creature he is.

You didn't want to tell him. You thought that if you told him, he would feel betrayed. But one night, while you were helping him clean up the garden, you heard him say, “Shit, I forgot the watering can.”

To which you replied with “I'll get it, don't worry,” you looked at him with a smile. Vladimir looked at you with a small frown.

“Mm?” he hums in confusion.

“The watering can, I'll go get it,” you repeated to him, as if it was obvious. Vladimir was very confused, looking at you as if he had seen a paranormal occurrence.

“But I didn't say anything...” he holds the cane firmly while looking at you, ”did you read my m-...”

“I swear it's unintentional,” you said hastily, his expression full of confusion. “I never meant to read thoughts, it's something I have no control over.” Vladimir nods and sits on a bench, without an audible thought. You were filled with a certain fear of his reaction.

Then you heard him think, “maybe this means... I don't have to hide anymore.” He is kinda glad that you can listen to his thoughts, because it feels better to think some stuff than to say them. And he is shy as well.

ETHAN

Ethan's thoughts are a chaotic storm, with a thousand ideas at once and many unfiltered. Some are impulsive, considering whether to smash someone's face in, considering why people look at him a certain way... and certainly, as a survival instinct, Ethan's thoughts are often defensive. There are also cracks where he sneaks in what he really feels, not wanting to ruin what he has with you or being at peace when he's alone with you. And there are other times in which his thoughts are mainly in finnish or focused on medicine.

Thanks to you he's starting to think before he acts. Not always. But at least he starts.

He took you on a date at Moondance; nothing too formal, but he's proud to take you there because it's his place. He feels special, relaxed, almost happy. His attention is on you, smiling more than ever before, he doesn't even think about anything else from how happy he is to have you there. But then, from the other side of the bar, there's a guy watching you.

It's not a casual stare: it's insistent, lustful and brazen. Ethan notices, and his thoughts are triggered as always: “What's this asshole staring at? If he gets any closer, I'll punch him so hard he won't get up. Maybe I should talk to him when they go to the bathroom...”

With an urgent tone you grabbed his hand, saying “Ethan, no! Don't do that!” as if he was a dog. He looked at you in confusion, laughing a little confused.

“Don't do what?” his opposite hand covers yours.

“Nothing... just... you know, keep cool,” you told him, getting more nervous than you'd like.

From then on he got a little stressed, and you could hear his doubts. Once you were both about to reach the mansion, he stopped, “I want to ask you a question, but no evasions,” he began. You sighed, turning to address his curiosity. “Why did you tell me not to do anything before? No one had done anything, not even me. What did you think I was going to do?”

“I just felt it,” you excused yourself, receiving a slightly dry laugh from him. “Look... I knew there was that man and I just...”

“You didn't see him, honey,” he told you, crossing his arms, expectant for the truth. “I didn't even tell you anything, or point anything out about him to you.” You take a moment to respond. Your lips half-open, then close again. As if the words were a string that, when pulled, might break something.

“It's just that you were... screaming it inside,” you mutter, to which he looks at you with more confusion.

“Excuse me?” then you began to explain about your power, to which he simply looked at you with a blank expression. “So... you know everything about me. You know I think you're going to get tired of me?” you nodded, "and that I'm scared too," again you nodded. His expression relaxed and he shook his head, “well, I think a lot of idiotic things, but one thing is clear,” you tilted your head, intrigued.

“What?”

“That if there's anyone who can handle the mess that I am... it's someone who's already heard it all and didn't run away,” he tells you with a small smile and puts his hand on your back to guide you inside. At first, Ethan sees it as a threat. Then as a painful mirror. But as he begins to accept that he doesn't need to hide who he is...he begins to see it as a gift. Because with you, he doesn't have to act. Just be himself.

IVAN

His thoughts are so loud oml. It’s pure brainrot mixed with his emo moments (I’m sorry 😭but he also has his bad moments ok). He has a loop of mixed TikTok audios and new memes on his mind, which he always ends up keeping as vocal stims. And man, it’s so exhausting. It makes your head hurt most of the time. You are grateful whenever his thoughts are kind of thoughting, with some sense… but then it starts again. He also feels guilty of his condition of vampire and is naturally insecure. Starting with the fact that he doesn’t understand why you love him that way. His thoughts sometimes breaks your heart a tiny bit.

He is pretty oblivious to any sign you gave him, such as trying to distract him when his thoughts got negative or reassuring him. You also followed his brainrot sometimes, and he just continued by saying “haha! I was just thinking about that!” Yeah… and you are well aware of that.

The room is barely illuminated by the dim light coming in from the window. The wind stirs the curtains slightly and everything is in that comfortable silence that settles in just before sleep. He is lying on his side, looking at you. You are on your back, but he knows you are not asleep yet. Your breathing is too conscious.

In his mind, a loop of ideas begins to play out. As always.

“What if I told them that I once mistook ketchup for blood? God... no, that was pathetic.”

"Shit... no, that's too weird anyway. I'm a vampire, they won't be comfortable..."

“How can they sleep peacefully with me next to them?”

“I don't deserve them.”

“I don't deserve them. I don't deserve them.”

You turn slowly. He freezes. He hasn't said a word.

“Hey... The ketchup thing sounds like an amazing story,” you say quietly, looking at him with a small smile. “You have a very noisy mind for this hour.” He stares at you. He swallows.

“What the-” Your smile was one of guilt in front of his confusion.

“And about me not deserving you... you're dead wrong,” A thick silence falls over both of you. He sits up slightly, his eyes wide.

“What are you saying?” he asks you, genuinely confused.

“That... I heard you,” you said, lowering your gaze. It was time to confess, “I always have.” He says nothing. The air in his chest stops, as if every thought is trying to escape all at once, as if it's suddenly dangerous to keep feeling. You continue, carefully. “Not by choice, Ivan. It's not something I can control. I just... listen to what you think. Sometimes like a whisper, sometimes like a scream. It's like you're very close, always.”

He pulls away a little, gaze focused on some invisible point in front of him. Then he murmurs, “My God, how embarrassing...” He takes a deep breath, “Sorry, I don't know how to think quietly.”

You start laughing, “It's okay. I just... worry that you live your whole life believing you don't deserve to be loved,” you mused, grabbing his wrist and making him lie down once more. “I deserve you as much as you deserve me,” He looks at you as if he's seeing something impossible. Then he lowers his gaze and releases, almost in a whisper:

“Thank you...”

You lean in close, resting your forehead on his. “I love you. We've already overcome a lot together, haven't we? Including these insecurities. I am going to help you to face them, because I love you."

And in that instant, for the first time in years, the chaos inside him gets quiet. Mainly the insecurities. The brainrot will continue.

NEIL

The first time you tried to read Neil's mind, you felt something... strange. Like a barrier of thick fog, beyond which there were no clear thoughts, just an ancient, dense, dark presence. You thought you were tired. Or that he simply had a complex mind. But you tried again. And again. Every time you did, you ran into that same wall... until, one night, the wall looked back at you.

You were in his room, drinking wine. You were talking about books, about art, about strange dreams you'd been having since you met him.

It was very strange how you always heard things from anyone else, but not him. Then, without saying anything, you tried again: you focused your mind, you stretched your perception towards his... and you felt something move. A whisper. Not a word, but a sensation: “Again, little one?”

The wine went down the wrong way and you coughed. Neil smiled, that smile of his that didn't show teeth, that showed amusement.

“Something wrong?“ He asked, his voice as soft as honey, his hand gently patting your back to help the coughing to cease. You looked at him, trying to hide your shock. Your pulse quickened.

“Nothing. I thought I... heard something weird.” He tilted his head at your response, like a cat watching something interesting. His eyes twinkled for a second.

“Sometimes thoughts echo, don't they? Especially when you push them where you shouldn't,” he mused in a soft murmur, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt the air freeze.

“Do you...?”

“I know what you're trying, honey. For weeks now. It was funny at first. But it's starting to get adorable now,” he chuckled in a low tone as he watched your lips parting in surprise, unable to say anything. He leaned forward, so close you could feel the citrus scent his body emanated. “If you want to know who I am, you could ask,” he murmured, ”though I'm not sure if you want to know all the answers.”

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Ivan: Why are we having the meeting in Beliath's room?

Vladimir: Well, we wanted to throw a surprise birthday party for the lady of the house. Beliath happened to offer for us to plan in his room.

Beliath: Of course, I am a very generous person. I also know that she tries to avoid my room as much as possible.

Ethan: I couldn't imagine why. Also, why are we throwing her a party,? It's not like any of us get one. Why does she get special treatment?

Raphael: Well-

Vladimir (interrupting): We don't want her to feel estranged, so we decided it would be a good idea. Also, she probably has never had a birthday party.

Aaron: You interrupted Raphael

Ethan: really? He interrupted Raphael, we didn't know that

Raphael: There is no need for sarcasm, and I don't mind as long as everyone is informed.

Ivan: So what are we planning for her party?

Little did they know that said lady of the house was overhearing everything

#moonlight lovers #meme #vladimir moonlight lovers #vladimir #ethan moonlight lovers #Beliath moonlight lovers #Raphael moonlight lovers #Aaron moonlight lovers #Ivan moonlight lovers #funny?

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hassedah · 10 months ago

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Hi, I hope requests are open!

I was wondering how the boys would react to meeting mcs family (let's just assume they have family lol) I feel like that may be very, very chaotic and fun

Vladimir meets MC's family:

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

I'm back again. I have quite a few requests pending. I'll try to publish them quickly. Several of them are already in my drafts and are almost finished ^^.

I'm going to make a separate answer for each character with this request, given everything I've written for Vladimir and the fact that I like each character to have roughly the same length of response.

The next one to come out should be Beliath, I'm halfway through for him.

I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

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Did he tell you he was stressed? Maybe a dozen times since you left the manor. Vladimir is sitting in the passenger seat next to you, you must have hired a car to take you to the town. It's a short hour's drive, but for once, Vladimir seems much less stressed about the car journey than the idea of meeting your parents.

"It's all right, darling. They're not going to eat you, you know, you are trying to lighten the mood by joking.

-I know!"

You give him a quick look. Vladimir is clinging to the door as if his life depended on it, and he can't help shaking his leg.

"Do you want me to stop the car? -No, I'm fine. -All right, if you change your mind, let me know. It'll make us a bit late, but my parents will wonder what I've done to you if you turn up so distressed. -We can't be late, it's impolite. -It's OK to be a bit late and it's better than having an anxiety attack in my living room, isn't it?"

He nodded. He wasn't as stressed when he left the manor, well, he was, but he didn't feel like he was running out of air. He spent more than an hour looking for the right clothes to wear, you saw her change outfits more than a dozen times before you decided to choose clothes yourself from her wardrobe. He's comfortable in it, which is the main thing, in your opinion, but he's worried about looking like a fool in front of your parents with his clothes from another century. Maybe they won't even let him in the house. After all, what kind of parents would let a monster like him anywhere near their child? If his parents had understood that the person who had transformed him was a vampire, he would never have been allowed near him.

Vladimir groans. He gets even more anxious by himself. Your parents won't know that he's a vampire, how could they? You haven't told them and it's not written on his forehead… well, he'll always look strange… What parents could leave their child with someone as strange as him?! His clothes are anachronistic, the way he talks is strange.

"Calm down Vladimir, you're worrying me. Are you sure you don't want me to stop the car? -No, I'll be fine. -I assure you my parents will like you. And it's only dinner, it's nothing formal."

A dinner party! Not formal! A first dinner at your partner's parents' house is very formal. He would have known perfectly well what to do in the 19th century, but in the 21st century! He has no idea, and he's already afraid of the mistakes he might make. How should he address them? What subjects are allowed to be discussed? Where should he sit at the table? He can't just sit anywhere, there are rules to be respected! He hasn't even brought a present for your parents - you said it wasn't necessary, but he feels it's really impolite. Perhaps there's still time to turn back? His chest is compressed with anxiety and he's struggling to breathe. You let go of the steering wheel with one hand to take his.

You, you would have preferred to wait a little longer before Vladimir met your parents. You had gone to see them alone on several occasions and you had spoken to them about Vladimir many times. They began to insist on meeting him. You often told your parents that Vladimir was allergic to sunlight and therefore you couldn't come for lunch. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. It was several weeks before they asked you to come for dinner one evening, and you tried to put the date back as far as possible, mainly so that Vladimir would have time to get used to the idea of meeting them. But they were so insistent that you couldn't keep them waiting for more than a week, on a moonless night.

"They're very nice, you'll see, but a bit protective," you try to reassure him. But I think that's normal for parents. They're also likely to make some not very funny jokes. If you don't feel well at any time, you can go and lock yourself in my room. Normally you'd be sitting next to me, so you can shake my hand if anything goes wrong. -Yes… I'll do everything I can not to make you feel uncomfortable with my presence. -I'm not talking about that, Vladimir. You won't cause any problems, I know that. My parents are going to ask you questions about you, about what you like, about your family. -No! No, I don't want anyone talking about my family. -I'll try to deflect the conversation if that happens, don't worry."

You squeezed his hand, then stroked his palm, to reassure him, and it seemed to work, because he relaxed a little. You weren't far from your parents' house and after another ten minutes or so you saw their house looming up in the dark street. You stopped just in front of the house before turning to Vladimir.

"Can we go now? you ask softly. -Yes, I think we can. -All right, then. You'll see, they're nice people, I'm sure they'll like you. -I wouldn't be so sure if I were you," mumbled Vladimir as he got out of the car, "not many people like me… -Don't be silly, everyone at the manor loves you and I've even fallen in love with you. That just goes to show you're someone to love, doesn't it?"

Vladimir gave a little pout without answering. You waited for him by the car and he came over to take your hand in his, and you smiled, leaning in slightly to kiss his cheek before approaching the house.

"It's a small house," Vladimir whispered in your ear as you approached the door. -Yes, I don't live in a castle. -I… I just want to say that even my country house was bigger "

You laughed softly.

" Damn, I really don't know how to express myself. I…. I'm making it worse for myself, aren't I? -That's OK. You make me laugh. You leaned in to kiss her again. I know you're not just saying that to be mean or to brag, I know you."

You rang the doorbell. Your parents only took a few seconds to arrive, almost as if they'd been waiting in the hall to let you in. There was a lot of talking, about your route, your health, the weather, all mixed up with more or less noisy and awkward introductions. Vladimir remained stubbornly beside you, with a smile on his face that you couldn't have described other than uncomfortable. Remembering that your partner is not used to so much commotion, you slipped a hand behind his back to reassure him, and he moved a little closer to you, your shoulders almost touching.

"I'm delighted to meet you," said Vladimir, glancing at you briefly to make sure he wasn't making a mistake. I am honoured to be invited to dinner. -Don't be so formal, young man," exclaimed one of your parents. We're not going to eat you. -I -Vladimir finds it difficult to use informal language. There's not much he can do about it, I think he'll be more comfortable if he keeps talking like that. -Do you really think so? It's strange, but so be it. Come on in, let's get off the porch, it's a cold."

You were pushed inside the house by your parents, who were still talking. There was a strong smell of food in the house and you were already certain that your parents had prepared your favourite dish to celebrate your visit. You all headed for the dining room. Vladimir sat right next to you while your parents sat opposite. His face was icy, a look he always takes when he's stressed and anxious and which often has the misfortune of making him appear extremely arrogant and cold. You grabbed his hand under the table to stroke it and try to help him relax, but he only squeezed your hand before turning his face towards you, you were sure your parents wouldn't see, but you could read the anxiety in his dark eyes perfectly.

The start of the meal went off without a hitch, except for Vladimir who, being rather fussy about food, didn't touch many dishes. The conversation went pretty well too, despite your parents' insistence that your vampire fill up his plate a little more.

"Really, you don't eat much, don't you like it? asked one of your parents after Vladimir had turned down another piece of meat with a contrite smile.

At the remark your partner opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. You immediately stepped in to save him.

"Vladimir has a small appetite, he never eats much. -All the same," continued one of your parents, "it's not good for your health. -I… it's very good… but I don't eat much… MC is right… -It's obvious, you're just skin and bones. -That's not a very nice comment, firstly, and secondly, it's not polite to comment on what people eat either. You're making Vladimir feel uncomfortable.

There was a pause in the conversation as you stared alternately at your parents, beside you Vladimir sighed with relief before taking your hand under the table to thank you.

"Ah, sorry, young man. We didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just concern. -It's nothing, nothing at all," mumbled Vladimir.

The meal resumed on less delicate subjects and Vladimir began to relax again. He spoke very little, however, content to answer your parents' questions. When the subject of the manor came up, things got complicated again.

"So, you all live in your house together, is that right? -That's right. -And it's your house? MC told me it was a manor house. -Yes… it is my mansion… -How well do you know your flatmates? I mean, seven people, that's a lot of people it can't be quiet every day. -We have been living together for several years…" replied Vladimir. We get on quite well, even if there is sometimes friction… -It can't be easy to keep everyone happy. I suppose it must be a lot quieter when everyone goes off to work."

You were going to tell a lie, but Vladimir's face betrayed you before you even had time to open your mouth.

"Don't they have jobs?! Your parents' exclamation made Vladimir stiffen in his chair, he moved back a little to press his back against the backrest and you intervened once again to save him. -Of course it is! Everyone has a job. Except Ivan, but he's younger and it's hard for him to find work in the current economic climate. However, he helps us a lot around the house, he does the cleaning, he tends the garden, he always goes shopping for us with Beliath and he's a very polite and very nice boy. Isn't he, my darling? -Y… yes… Ivan is a very helpful boy."

Your lie and your smile worked because your parents relaxed almost immediately before smiling at you again.

"Oh, we were scared for a moment, I thought they were all living in your house without paying. -MC didn't tell us about it, but what do you do for a living, Vladimir? -I… I work… Vladimir glances at you, immediately understanding his distress, and you smile at your parents. -Vladimir is a writer, it's difficult to find a job when you can't work during the day. And he writes very well, by the way."

It wasn't a total lie, of course, Vladimir had never published a single book, but he did write. However, you didn't often get the chance to read his stories because your partner didn't feel comfortable enough with his writing to show them to you.

"Oh, really… It's an original job… but it can't bring in much money…," worries one of your parents. -Money's not a problem, the house is completely self-sufficient," you reply. -The house may be self-sufficient, but you're not living on love and fresh water. -Our food comes from the garden. -The garden… and what do you do in winter? -We store the produce," you always reply, while Vladimir seems to be trying to become one with the chair. -And what about the meat? -I think that if we needed meat Aaron could take care of it without any problem," you answer, giving Vladimir a knowing smile. -Oh… yes, Aaron would have no problem with that. -And we've got enough money anyway to buy meat if we need it."

The discussion suddenly turned to the rising price of meat and the growing vegetarian lifestyle. Vladimir grabbed your hand under the table during the discussion and you began to gently stroke the palm of his hand to try and help him calm down. Slowly, you succeeded, at least until the discussion turned back to your vampire's work.

"I could never have done this job myself, I need to move around to feel good. Do you even do sport? -Er… no. I… I don't do sport. -Not even a little? It's very bad for your health. You should be careful. -I… I don't like it… but I used to go horse-riding. -Horse-riding. It's an expensive sport!"

You ignored your parent's comment as you turned to Vladimir with a smile.

"Did I? You never told me you'd been horse-riding," you reply, amused. -Everyone went riding," protests Vladimir. I even had my own mare. -A mare? But horses cost money to keep! How could your parents afford to buy you something like that?"

You ignored your parent again as he continued his tirade to ask Vladimir.

"And what was her name?"

Vladimir blushed and looked down.

"Oh come on, tell me. I promise I won't laugh. -You're lying, I was three when I named him. You're going to laugh. I know you too well… -Oh come on, what name could a three-year-old boy give his horse… Cherry? Raspberry? No, too modern… Artemisia? Aphrodite? Penelope? -No… I don't think you'll be able to find… -You don't? -I'll tell you… later…"

You smile before leaning over to kiss his cheek, the simple gesture enough to make him blush profusely, he stammers something you don't fully understand but he takes your hand under the table to kiss it gently. You are taken out of your bubble by your parents' discussion, which resumes. The clock is already striking twenty-two and you've just finished your meal. It's been a long dinner and you can feel that your partner is getting more and more tired and already just wants to crawl back into your bedroom to get some rest. However, your parents still have a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask.

"And do you dress like this every day? -Er… yes. -It's original, you must stand out in the street. -I… I don't get out of the house much. -Oh, yes, that's true. MC told us. Your flatmates must be surprised to see you dressed like that. -He's very handsome like that," you retorted immediately to end the discussion."

Your tone is dry enough for your parents to instinctively understand that the discussion is not appropriate.

"I'm not saying otherwise, but it's -Impolite to criticise people's dress? I suppose. -Yes, it is, sorry, bunny, I didn't mean to offend you."

The discussion changes again and Vladimir seems relieved, raising the eyes he had lowered during the discussion to look at you. You smile gently at him to reassure him and this is almost enough to make his unease and shame disappear completely. You talk again for several minutes as you eat the dessert, time passing slowly for Vladimir, who has to keep himself from asking when you're finally going to come home. He was happy, however, not to be included in the discussion, that is, until one of your parents asked him a new question.

"And your parents? What do they do? Do they live near here?"

Vladimir squeezed your hand so hard it almost hurt, you didn't need to turn your head to him to know he must have changed colour at the question. You shook his hand in turn before smiling at your parents and to divert the conversation.

"I saw on my way here that he was planning to build a new road through the forest. -Ah, don't tell me about it," it exclaimed immediately, sitting back in his chair. It's another stupid idea. They'll do anything these days, as if there weren't enough roads already… "

Without listening any longer, you turned your head towards Vladimir and stroked his hand under the table. He seemed lost in thought.

"Do you want to go out for a moment?" you whispered, leaning close to his ear. -I want to stay with you," he replied almost immediately. -All right, then. Don't worry, dinner's nearly finished, just the coffee left and I promise we'll go home straight away."

He simply nodded in reply. The subject never came up again, as your parents had obviously forgotten about it and were complaining about the traffic problems on the road and the many traffic jams on the way into town in the mornings. During the discussion, Vladimir had moved his chair closer to yours and you were almost shoulder to shoulder. After a while, your parents finally served the coffee and Vladimir had some tea, because to his great relief your parents had some. He felt like he could fall asleep with his eyes open so he didn't hear when one of your parents asked him a question, and you had to squeeze his hand to make him pay attention to what was being said.

"Can you cook?" repeated your parent. -No… I had servants at home. -So… you've never cooked?" asked your stunned parent. -Servants?! -Well…"

Vladimir gives you another pleading look to get him out of this situation.

"It's Béliath and Raphaël who cook at home."

However, your parents don't listen to you for a second. Your partner's revelation seems to have shocked them so much that one of your parents immediately continues on the subject.

"Can you cook pasta? -Well… you need water, I suppose and… fire… -Supposed to? -I… I've never cooked pasta… -You've never cooked pasta! But everyone knows how to cook pasta! -I… it is complicated… I… -But who cooks in your flat? finally asked one of your parents, turning to you. -Raphaël and Béliath, as I've just told you. He cooks very well, so don't worry about the food. -It's crazy not to have cooked before. -But I've cooked before. It's just something complicated. -It's not complicated to cook pasta. -MC, please. -Vladimir doesn't need to cook. Aaron, Ethan and Ivan don't cook either and nobody has a problem with that. -But come on, sweetheart. Cooking pasta isn't complicated! -I wouldn't let Ethan cook pasta if my life depended on it. If it were up to me, Ethan wouldn't even set foot in the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee."

Luckily, your distraction worked and your parents started asking you questions about Ethan, who wouldn't be able to make himself a cup of coffee without setting fire to the kitchen. It certainly wasn't very nice for Ethan, but you didn't have many scruples: if it would allow Vladimir to be serene again, you would be able to claim anything. The meal went on for a while, the cups of tea and coffee had been empty on the table for a good hour when you finally managed to make your parents understand that you were going to leave.

They walked you to the door and kept chatting, so you stayed in the driveway for another long half-hour, repeating several times that it would be a long way to your house and that you couldn't stay any longer, before one of your parents came up with a new topic of discussion that made you stay five minutes longer. Finally, you managed to get out of their grip and finally got in the car to go home.

The way back was completely silent, Vladimir seemed as exhausted as the time Aaron had forced him to train in combat, his head resting limply against the headrest and he answered the few questions you asked him in very short sentences, finally he even stopped answering you and when you turned to look at him, you could see him asleep with his head leaning against the window. You only woke him up once outside the manor house and even though the night was still far from over Vladimir decided to go to bed almost immediately. You followed him into the bedroom to rest with him.

Vladimir breathed a sigh of relief as he collapsed into your bed. When you joined him, he immediately snuggled up to you.

"I thought the evening would never end," murmured the vampire. It was hell. -Oh, my darling, you're not going to like this… -What?" asked Vladimir in a worried voice. -Well… it's polite to invite my parents to eat here too… -Please, forget politeness," muttered the vampire. I don't ever want to leave here again, I don't ever want to be invited to a meal. It was horrible, I'd forgotten how much I hate dinner parties. -All right, all right, I forget," you smiled, starting to stroke her hair gently to soothe her. No more dinners, and if anyone offers to take you out to eat, I'll bite them. That's fine with you."

Your vampire nodded, his face completely buried in your neck. You laughed before shifting to kiss the top of his head.

"But I'll only do it on one condition. -What's that?" mumbled the vampire in a muffled voice. -What was the name of your mare? -Lady Princess Cherry Rose Camomile? -That's a pretty long name for a mare," you joked. -My parents said exactly the same thing…"

You laughed again before kissing her again.

"My poor darling, you've had an exhausting night. -I made a lot of effort for you. I didn't even complain about the car journey. It just goes to show that I love you. -I love you too. You saw how I saved you several times from my parents' questions. If that's not proof of love, I don't know what is. -Yes, that's true. You're my hero and mine alone."

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