#ikemen vampire gift exchange

[sunnyikemen]

Smarty Pants

Pairing: IkeVamp Leonardo x MC

Summary: She was surround by constant reminders of how she didn't quite fit in with the others. She had made progress, and with Leonardo's support she was feeling more and more comfortable in the mansion, but still not fully settled. After a heated discussion with Arthur, though, she decides enough is enough. Much to Leonardo's enjoyment.

Word count: ~2400

Warnings: None!

Notes: This is a gift for @technicolorbirds as part of @ikemenlibrary's My Ikemen Valentine Gift exchange!! I hope you enjoy, Birds :)

***

“Arthur, you’re being gross.”

“All I’m saying, sweetheart, is that a lovely, voluminous skirt leaves a little more to be desired-”

“I don’t care. Women DO wear trousers in the 21st century. They’ve been wearing them since like…the 1920s!”

“Those poor, sexually unfulfilled modern day men. A moment of silence for their losses.”

“You…women look hot in trousers!”

“Must be so sad.”

“Weren’t you literally alive during the 1920s?!”

It had been around half an hour since Leonardo stopped reading his book, his eyes peeking above the pages. A smirk had crept up his face as his gaze dashed between the players of this verbal tennis match. He wondered if he should have left the room when this began, but he was finding it far too amusing. The others rarely challenged Arthur these days, often opting for an eye roll or simply walking away, but she never let him get away with anything. It was refreshing.

And attractive, if he was quite honest.

Leonardo had been keeping a watchful eye since she started living in the mansion. He had heard her footsteps grow stronger, more purposeful, as she explored the halls. He had noticed that the pause between those approaching footsteps and the creak of a door had become shorter, in fact now there was barely a pause at all. And his favourite, was she no longer snuck away back to her own room after their nights together, but rather snuggled up next to him to rest. She was finally settling in. However, he knew there was still some work to do.

“As informative and entertaining as this conversation has been, I unfortunately must be taking my leave now. Can’t leave a lass waiting for too long now, can we?”

He watched her roll her eyes before letting out a huff, “Poor girl. Send her my condolences.”

The comment clearly flew right over Arthur’s head, as he blew her a kiss and slipped out of the room.

Leonardo wasn’t expecting the silence that followed, nor to be met with the back of her head when he glanced up from his book, which he promptly shut and placed it on the table next to him. He waited to see if she would speak first, and when she didn’t, he shuffled over on the sofa and patted the space next to him. The sound finally made her look up, and with a slight gesture from Leonardo, she joined him.

“What is it, cara mia?” She had laid her head on the back of the sofa, and he wasted no time smoothing the hair off her face, letting the strands curl around his fingers before cascading across her shoulder, “You know he just likes to rile you up, you should pay him no mind.”

She sighed, lifting her legs to lay across Leonardo’s thighs. “I know, it’s just moments like that where I realise how differently I see the world than you guys. And I know you all come from different times so none of you really think the same either but,” she let her eyelids droop, sinking into the feeling of Leonardo’s expert hands tracing shapes along her calves and lightly scratching against her scalp. How lucky she is to have the hands of an artist and a genius have their attention fixed on her. “I don’t know. I guess the gap just feels bigger and that makes me feel smaller.”

“I don’t understand how you consistently manage to take the things that make you otherworldly and turn them into insecurities.”

She opened her eyes, only to be met with complete and utter sincerity in the shade of amber, “You don’t understand because you’re an artist. You love those things.”

“You’re right, because they make beautiful art. And who enjoys beautiful art, hm?” When she didn’t answer, he filled her silence. “Let me rephrase that, who doesn’t enjoy beautiful art? Can you think of a single person?”

“I understand your point, grandpa,” she said with a grin, which he easily returned when he felt his words getting through to her, “I just want to be desirable to you, that’s all.”

That statement made him stare a little blankly at her. He knew of her feelings of inadequacy, which he’d promptly tried to squash multiple times before, but undesirable? He doesn’t know a time when he ever lacked desire for her, in fact there were many days where his desire for her proved troublesome. The word “silly” sits on the tip of his tongue but he bites it back. She needed more than a knee jerk comment. She deserved his understanding.

“Cara mia, I’ve been around for a very long time. I’ve seen nearly everything, so nearly nothing is exciting to me now,” his voice lowered, and his head leaned in, “and yet, you fill me with exhilaration even at the mere thought of you. And this is only heightened by how much of you I still have yet to discover. The men in this mansion need to have seen a good thing to finally understand just how good it is. But for me I find-”

Before he could finish his thought, before his hand could finish its journey up her arm and before his lips could reach their final destination upon hers, her eyes widened so wide Leonardo nearly felt reason for concern.

“I HAVE THE BEST IDEA,” she shot up from her place, nearly taking out a pile of her books as she dashed to the door, “THANK YOU, LEONARDO!”

Leonardo was almost dumbfounded at the abrupt explosion, but the thought of mischief he had accidentally facilitated was enough to satiate the disappointment that lingered for only a moment. Nevermind, he’ll prove his previous point to her later.

But for now, he picked his book back up and continued reading, his lips curled in a satisfied smirk at the possibilities of what her wonderful brain would come up with. He knew he was in for a treat, and possibly, so were the rest of the mansion.

He felt smug, however, knowing he would be the only one who’d get to taste it.

***

She flew through the halls of the mansion with ease, her mind fixed on one thing and one thing alone. She reached Leonardo’s bedroom, which had been more or less shared in recent months. She had her own space too, but she simply preferred being in his. She preferred his random, almost illegible notes scattered across his wall, and preferred the subtle smell of pencil shavings, well loved candles and fresh flowers that sat on his windowsill. He only started doing that last one when he met her, she imagined. His room never looked the same as it did when she first entered it, and he never looked more comfortable in it, either.

She left the prickling feeling of nostalgia at the door and immediately moved to his chest of drawers, opening each one with great vigour. Leonardo had always said that anything in his room is fair game, that what’s his is hers. And whilst she didn’t imagine he had this particular item in mind, she felt safe in the assumption that he wouldn’t be in the least bit bothered, as he rarely was.

She had been settling into the mansion for the better part of a year now, and the days of tip-toeing around had long since passed. She had found her place, but too often was she bothered by that prickly reminder that she was inherently different. Not only as the only woman in the mansion, but as seemingly the only one who hadn’t adjusted to the era she found herself in. Certainly the only one was still fighting it.

She enjoyed her talks with Comte over tea, as he was the closest one to understanding her life before, though understanding wasn’t just what she was looking for.

And she supposes that’s how she latched onto Leonardo so fast.

Even though he didn’t have that understanding of what her life looked like before, he had this uncanny ability to trace it back to the root. He reassured and comforted her on things she didn’t realise she needed reassurance or comfort on, but she did. Leonardo knew that. Because he understood.

Everything fell into place after that.

It was easy to find what she was looking for: a pair of trousers she knew he wouldn’t miss. In fact, she doubted she’d ever seen them on him in the whole time they’d known each other. Based on the colour alone, she suspected they were a gift from Comte. Considering the sheer magnitude of their history together, she was surprised by how much they were not Leonardo’s taste. Probably an experiment from Comte. It was sweet that Leonardo kept them, though.

Sweetness aside, and with Comte’s experiment clearly concluded as a failure, she took the trousers and all but marched to Comte’s door. With only a few knocks against the wood, he called for her to enter.

The mischief was clearly written all over her face, as Comte immediately put down his papers and raised an eyebrow.

Her grin was simply delightful as she hid the trousers behind her back, “I have a small favour to ask.”

***

The breakfast hustle and bustle was the same as any other day in the mansion, though with an added buzz as Arthur relayed the events that took place a few days prior.

“Honestly, the things that woman comes up with,” he took a sip of his tea, his ocean irises peaking over the teacup at the man sat opposite to him. He placed it back down into the saucer, leaning back in his chair with an air of pride, “I must say, darling Leonardo, that you really have your work cut out for you.”

“How so?” Leonardo swirled the coffee in his cup with no sense of concern. He knew Arthur was simply playing with him and that he was completely harmless. He very well could have ignored the man, but Arthur needed to be challenged every now and then.

And Leonardo liked to play too.

“You just strike me as someone who doesn’t care for a challenge. As if you can’t be arsed with it.”

“Are you saying she’s challenging?”

Most people would have squirmed under Leonardo’s stare, but Arthur’s eyes only twinkled back at him, “Not challenging, just…troublesome.”

“I thought you liked ‘troublesome’.”

“Oh, I do,” another sip, “very much.”

It seems Comte was the only one to notice the miniscule twitch of Leonardo’s hand and the tightening grip around his cup, as he finally interrupted, “Arthur, I recognise that you’re only having your fun, but I encourage you to be more mindful about how you speak to our newest member of the mansion. She doesn’t know you too well yet, and may not understand your…ways.”

“I think the only reason you find her challenging, Arthur,” Leonardo had his arms crossed on the table, leaning in dangerously, head slightly cocked to one side, “Is because she does such a beautiful job at proving you wrong.”

Arthur smirked, “And how exactly does she do that?”

With gorgeous timing, the door to the dining room creaked open. The tension in the room fizzled out as all heads turned to the figure in the doorway, prompting jaws to drop.

The men were not used to seeing a woman in trousers, but in that split second they had almost forgotten how she’d looked wearing anything else.

Leonardo, with a brain as advanced as his, had already suspected what was happening behind the scenes, but even he was almost at a loss for words. He had seen many, many things in his life. A lot of good, and a lot of bad. A woman in trousers was far from shocking to him.

But she stood so tall, so magnificently powerful and with the cheekiest smirk he had witnessed. The emerald material sat on her figure as though she was carved from marble, as every inch was perfectly tailored to her. The power she held to have silenced a whole room and demanded their eyes’ attention. And yet, of all the eyes in the room, of all the points she was currently proving, her gaze was set on him.

He felt goosebumps tickle his spine.

He spared a quick glance at Comte, who was seemingly taking a sip of his own tea. But he would never be able to hide a smirk behind a teacup from Leonardo.

The sound of her heels hitting the floor echoed in the dining room as she made her way to Leonardo. He stood up to offer his seat, but before he could even utter a ‘good morning’, her lips were on his.

She had always been coy with affection in front of the other members of the mansion, even a simple peck would turn her cheeks rosy. But here she was, hands cupping his face as she melted into him. He didn’t dwell on it for too long, his mind going blank as he brushed his hands against the small of her back and gave her hips a light squeeze. He was moments away from deepening the kiss before she broke it off.

“Are you ready to go?,” she chirped, her smile light and easy as if she hadn’t just turned him into a puddle in her hands.

“I guess I am,” he said, giving her a wink as a silent well played.

“I suppose we’ll see you all later then,” she said to the rest of the room, who’s eyes were still fixed on her.

“Enjoy your Valentine’s Day, you two,” Comte said with a grin, “Behave, Leonardo.”

“I don’t think I’m the one you need to be saying that to, by the looks of it.”

Everyone chuckled, allowing the atmosphere to begin to settle to normal. Arthur, who’s smugness had been replaced by amicable surrender, finally spoke up, “I suppose you win this one, sweetheart.”

She smiled, “I suppose I do.”

Leonardo gave her hand a squeeze, and he felt the tension in her release. He knew that spectacle required some courage from her, and she pulled it off beautifully. He felt at peace knowing she was getting closer and closer to settling in completely, without having to leave any part of herself at the door.

***

Bonus:

Mozart: At least you didn't have to listen to her explain fan fiction.

Arthur: Fan fiction?

Napoleon: It's fictional writing based on existing characters or real people.

Arthur: Oh, so like the Sherlock Holmes collection?

Sebastian: I beg your pardon-

[ikemenlibrary]

My Ikémen Valentine Gift Exchange Masterlist

Thank you all once again for another great and successful exchange! I can't wait to see you all soon :) <3

The Gentle Stag Spell of Love | Keith Howell x MC | by @queengiuliettafirstlady for keithsandwich

A Sweet Taste | Silvio Ricci x Emma (MC) | by @keithsandwich for goustmilk

Love Letters (Artwork) | Nokto Klein x Noele (OC) | by @goustmilk for drachonia

Chocolates & Cake (Artwork) | Jin Grandet x Lenore (OC) | by @drachonia for randonauticrap

Silent Letters to My Beloved | Rio Ortiz x Gender Neutral Reader | by @randonauticrap for coderealizes

A Chance Event | Clavis Lelouch x Female Reader | by @coderealizes for pondlilies00

A Trip Away (Artwork) | Nokto Klein x MC | by @pondlilies00 for maeko-kun

Give Me The Smile in Your Heart (Artwork) | Vlad x MC | by @maeko-kun for tacogawa

Under The Trees (Artwork) | Leon Dompteur x Julie (OC) | by @tacogawa for queengiuliettafirstlady

Together | Cyran Rose x AU Emma (MC) | by @violettduchess for readerinsertfiction

Fate | Comte de Saint Germain x MC | by readerinsertfiction for ikemenlibrary

Valentines in Wonderland | Luka Clemence x Alice (MC) | by @readerinsertfanfiction for bluejay-writes

Puppy Love Picnic | Silvio Ricci x Airin (OC) | by @bluejay-writes for airin-queenz

Sweet's Love (Artwork) | Keith Howell x Emma (MC) | by @airin-queenz for ridiculouslly-ridiculous

Finding Home Within You | Leon Dompteur x Emma (MC) | by @ridiculouslly-ridiculous for chirp-a-chirp

Revolve | Isaac Newton x Mitsuki (MC) | by @chirp-a-chirp for fang-and-feather

A Taste of Domesticity | Isaac Newton x Reader | by @fang-and-feather for bicayaya

How To Take Care of a Sick MC | Keith Howell x Emma (MC) | by @bicayaya for pillowpillowillow

Love Potion for Two | Clavis Lelouch x Emma (MC) | by @pillowpillowillo for kalims-pessimist-bestie

Take a Break | Jin Grandet x Oliver (OC) | by @kalims-pessimist-bestie for olivermorningstar

Evening Ride With You (Artwork) | Licht Klein x Emma (MC) | by @olivermorningstar for xbalayage

A Hidden Feeling | Silvio Ricci x Reader | by @xbalayage for violettduchess

It's You. You're My Kink | Clavis Lelouch x Emma (MC) | by @ohtomatotome for kokorokai

Sweeter Than Chocolate | Lancelot Kingsley x Alice (MC) | by @kokorokai for daegupaksu

Tempering Chocolate (Artwork) | Sebastian x Mitsuki (MC) | by @daegupaksu for ohtomatotome

Smarty Pants | Leonardo da Vinci x MC | by @sunnyikemen for technicolorbirds

Haunted Dreams | Licht Klein x Emma (MC) | by @technicolorbirds for midwinterrmomento

Flower Language | Leonardo da Vinci x MC | by @midwinterrmemento for sunnyikemen

[midwinterrmemento]

Flower Language

➢ pairing: Leonardo x MC [Ikemen Vampire]

➢ word count: 1,413

⚠️ content warnings: None!

This is my entry for @ikemenlibrary's Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange, dedicated to @sunnyikemen! I have never written for Leo before, but I had a lot of fun with his character, and I hope that I did well enough to make for an enjoyable read at least! Happy belated Valentine's Day, Sunny, and here is some Leo fluff for you :)

Being around the most famous polymath in history, there was always a new surprise in store.

Leonardo da Vinci seemed to know everything about everything. Perhaps it was because of his endless knowledge, gathered over the course of centuries, or perhaps it was because of the air of ease that surrounded him—but it did not escape his notice how the newest resident of the manor seemed to gravitate toward him upon her unexpected arrival. 

He never denied her his company. At first, because he knew she was frightened and disoriented.

For a girl who had found herself transported into another time period in the blink of an eye, there was only uncertainty around every corner. Yet Leonardo's breezy personality and apparent ability to handle anything with minimal effort brought her security, as well as distraction. He knew this, and so he made it a note to help her throughout her time in the manor, keeping her mind off her troubles.

You're restless and wish to get out of the manor, cara mia? Well, then, let's take a day outside Paris. The French countryside is an equally worthy sight for a time traveler, and it'd be a shame not to have you visit. Hm? Where to? Well, it's no fun if I tell you all the details, now, is it? 

How to paint, you ask? Why, you wish to prove a point to Theo? Ha! Don't pay him too much mind, 'knabbeltje' is merely a term of endearment, I'm sure. But if you really wish to learn, then I am glad to be of service, morso mio. ...Hm, no, of course that's not the same as what Theo says. Would you accuse me of such a thing? 

So, you want to hear about Florence back in those days, then. I hope this isn't because of any gossip you heard from the noble Comte. ...Alright, alright. Come, sit. I suppose I ought to make an effort to salvage my good name, at least.

Days turned into weeks of trying to make himself available to her, helping her calm down and settle into her new life at the mansion. He had sworn to himself that was all it was. But as wary as he knew to be of the passage of time, somehow he found it creeping up on him again. Even after she was already well settled, he continually found himself at her side, as if naturally drawn there.

He didn't realize until too late, one afternoon when they were sitting out in the mansion's gardens together.

A certain flower had caught her eye—a yellow daisy—and Leonardo had commented, absentmindedly, "Ah, yes. Joy and friendship."

It was an innocent remark, accompanied by a little chuckle. It made sense to him that this should be the flower that struck her. He had come to associate her with such qualities, after all, because they were what she brought to him. Every little inconsequential story he shared with her, every time he allowed her to watch him paint and work, every time he whisked her out on some spontaneous excursion, it was often met with that look of intrigue, that little excited glimmer in her eyes. 

Yet he was somewhat surprised when his passive comment earned him that same look.

Humming to herself, her eyes scanned over the other flowers in the garden and came to rest on another. “And that one?” She nodded her head towards the flower in question.

“Which, the marigold?” 

She glanced back at him expectantly and nodded once more, seeming quite eager to hear his explanation. Leonardo, now acutely aware that he was being tested, smiled a little.

“Marigolds represent grief. Or the passage from one life to the next.”

“Really? But they seem so much brighter, warmer…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you doubting me, cara mia?”

And for that remark, he found himself rewarded with soft laughter. Despite himself, and despite everything he had assured himself about maintaining his distance, he could not help but feel his heart squeeze. Spending an idyllic afternoon wandering around the mansion’s garden, chatting among the flowers as they bloomed with the new season, it all felt so warm. 

“No, no…” She shook her head, still smiling. “It’s just unbelievable, that’s all…”

“So you are doubting me.” Leonardo tsked in faux disapproval, savoring the little back-and-forth of the moment. “Alright, now it’s a challenge, then. Ask me about another.”

Looking around again, she settled on a vibrant purple bud and pointed to it. 

“Ah, crocuses stand for young love,” he answered knowingly. “There is an old Greek legend that Crocus was a mortal lover of Hermes, and the god was so devastated when he died that he had him transformed into a flower. The red on the inside, there, is supposed to represent his blood.”

She seemed quite taken by the story as he explained. Ah, he would never tire of seeing that look on her face, when she was so absorbed in what he was saying, when he knew she was hanging on every word. But arguably, it was even better to watch her fluster when he concluded his tale with a triumphant smirk.

“Alright, don’t get too arrogant, now.” She pointed to another flower. “What about that one?”

“Sweetpea, gratitude.”

“And the lily?”

“Purity.”

“And the white camellia?”

“You’re adorable.”

For a moment, silence fell between them. Even the great polymath had his limits, and he did not realize what he was saying—or how it would be construed—until he glanced at her curiously and found her staring back at him.

Oh.

“No, I mean…” He coughed. “That… is what the flower means.”

She blinked. Quickly returning to her senses, she began to shake her head, as if to simply laugh off the misunderstanding. “Yes, right.”

For as much as he was inclined to laugh along with her, however, he found himself unable to do so. Once more he felt his heart squeeze in his chest—though this time, it was a more uncomfortable feeling. Uncomfortable in a familiar, sinking way.

“Well, anyway… I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that you’ve studied flower language at some point as well. You’ve studied practically everything else,” she said, attempting to keep the mood light and teasing. “At times I wonder, is there anything you don’t know?”

Leonardo found himself staring at her a moment longer, somewhat troubled by that old feeling in his chest, and taken aback by the realization that he did, in fact, find her quite adorable. Not wanting to keep her waiting for a response, lest she start to suspect there was something on his mind, he sighed and managed a little smile.

“...Actually, cara mia… There are plenty of things I don’t know.”

With that, he reached over and carefully plucked one of the little flowers nearby. He tucked the flower behind her ear, grinning with satisfaction as he watched her demeanor brighten again. 

“Hm, that’s better.”

“That was a pink camellia, right?” She gazed back at him with that curious look he loved so much to see on her.

“Maybe so.”

An ambiguous response, as if he had simply chosen the flower at random, when they both knew that wasn’t the case.

“What does that one mean, then?”

Something in Leonardo’s grin became a bit more wistful. There was another beat of silence, and then, suddenly, he reached out and lightly ruffled her hair.

“...I concede defeat,” he said, after pretending to think for a moment. “I’ve forgotten.”

Laughing at his actions as she tried to fix her hair, she seemed quite pleased by the thought of having gotten one over on him. So pleased that—much to his relief—she let it drop, and did not question him any further about the flower’s meaning.

Leonardo watched her smiling, standing in the sun with a flower in her mussed-up hair, and studied her as though she were one of the wonders of the world. There was no longer any doubt in his mind as to what exactly this feeling was, weighing so heavily upon his heart. And there was no doubt that he had chosen the right flower to express it. 

Even if he could never say it to her face—his lovely Crocus, who had so miraculously appeared in his life across time and space, and who was bound to one day return to her own world beyond that door—he could not deny it.

This unspeakable feeling, represented by a pink camellia.

I long for you.

[fang-and-feather]

A Taste of Domesticity

Ikemen Vampire - Isaac x Reader

My gift to @bicayaya for the My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary. Hope you like it!!

It was hard to believe your luck, to have the entire mansion to yourselves. You would even suspect everyone made plans for Valentine’s somewhere else on purpose, if they hadn’t invited you along as well.

Well, Arthur did, at least. A couple of days before, when hearing Isaac hadn’t planned anything for the holiday, he insisted you go on a double date. But it wasn’t that you didn’t have plans, it was just that you and Isaac had chosen to stay home and have a relaxing Valentine’s.

So far, you had done nothing particularly aimed at celebrating Valentine’s, just taking advantage of the peace and each other’s company. You slept a little late, had a nice breakfast, then settled in the living room, with a couple of blankets and the lit fireplace. Isaac tinkering with some pieces you had no idea what they were for, and you lying on his lap with a book.

Some would say that didn’t count as a date, especially for Valentine’s, but if you and Isaac agreed it was, how could it not?

You prepared lunch while Isaac finished his work, then had a calm lunch before, and, after that, while Isaac returned to the living room, you prepared some hot cocoa for the two of you. When you walked back into the room, you found Isaac looking through a window, apparently deep in thought, because he didn’t even notice you. So you set the tray on the coffee table and approached him.

“Did you want to have gone somewhere?” You placed a hand over his shoulder and kissed his cheek, making him jump before turning to look at you, looking a little flustered.

You thought he would rather stay home, although you only proposed so because you would rather stay too. But had you read him wrong, and Isaac only agreed to stay because he thought you would like that?

“No. I like when it’s just the two of us.” Isaac took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. “I was just… thinking. I wanted to make something special for tea later.”

“By yourself?” You pulled him along to the sofa and handed him one of the steaming mugs.

“Hey! I can handle cooking.”

His cheeks gained the pink of his eyes, and - he would probably deny it, though - he pouted, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at how cute he looked.

“That’s not what I meant.” You caressed his cheek, then ran your thumb over his pouting lips. “I just thought we could do it together.”

“But you already made breakfast and lunch.” He took a long sip of the chocolate before continuing. “And now this. You could rest.”

“I’m fine. I thought it could be fun to do this one together.” You also took a sip of your own drink, choosing the best words to convey your feelings. “Besides, I think we already spent enough time apart, don’t you think? What do you say?”

“If you insist.” He muttered, turning away and drinking more of the chocolate, in a poor attempt to hide blushing cheeks and a tiny smile.

But such a curt response also told you his mind was still on something else.

“You don’t sound like you want my help.” You pouted, leaning forward, feigning offense.

“No!” He spun back to face you, blushing even harder. “I mean… I would love your company. I just…”

You chuckled and kissed him.

“I was joking. You looked so out of it that I couldn’t resist. Do you know what you want to make?”

“I was thinking of a cake, like the one you made for my birthday. Would it be too much for the two of us?”

“We can always make a smaller cake. I would like to make something only for the two of us.”

You shared a kiss, tasting faintly of cocoa, forgetting your worries, and enjoying each other’s warmth.

A cooking book tucked under one arm, you headed for the kitchen, Isaac carrying the now empty mugs. He was blushing from the moment you left the library, and you wrapped your other hand around his waist when he insisted on carrying the cups.

It was funny and quite cute how, despite getting used to physical intimacy, the moment you changed things a little, he got that flustered.

“Is such a… simple day what you really wanted for Valentine’s?” Isaac asked, not looking at you.

“Of course. When else do we have the opportunity to have a day just for us like this? Isn’t this what Valentine's is about?”

Isaac nodded, seeming again to be deep in thought.

“What is on your mind?”

���I will tell you when I figure it out.” He gave you a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

When you arrived at the kitchen and Isaac finally saw his hands free, he turned around and kissed your forehead, then your lips, where he lingered a little.

They were simple touches, but the way he did it felt almost reverent, in a way that made your heart melt.

“What was that for?”

“Because I love you.” He answered, caressing your cheek.

It was rare for Isaac to be so smooth with his words. Moments like these only made you fall deeper in love with him.

Looping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer.

“I love you too.” You whispered, before kissing him back.

Isaac’s arms wrapped around your waist, and the two of you stayed there for a moment, bodies pressed to each other as you shared more light kisses, then a little longer just hugging in silence. Breaking apart was as difficult as if you wouldn’t be seeing each other after it. But it was just that your hearts felt so warm in each other’s embrace that you were reluctant to let go.

You finally parted with quick laughter but lingering smiles in the following silence, all of it a bit awkward, Isaac’s cheeks faintly pink, and you had no doubt yours were in the same state.

He started looking through the book as you washed the used mugs. When you were done, you took a deep breath, trying to dissipate that awkwardness as you walked to his side, purposefully letting your bodies touch, which startled him a little, but he smiled at you.

“Is there anything you want in particular?”

“No. You’re the chef for now. I’ll just be your assistant, since you said I’ve been the one cooking until now. I want to do this together, but I will follow your orders, boss.”

This again had him blushing and turning his attention back to the book, which he flipped through a few more pages before finding something, and although you could perfectly read the recipe from your spot, you waited for instructions.

But that led to a moment more of silence, Isaac fidgeting a little. You watched him open and close his mouth a few times and visibly gulp as he played with a lock of his hair, eyes glued to the page, but certainly not paying attention to any words.

You resisted the urge to remind him how much more demanding he had been last night. How could he get so shy at simply giving instructions like that? Was it just because you called him boss?

“Uh, can you… ge-get these ingredients for me, please?” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Yes, sir!” This time you couldn’t help but answer, kissing his cheek and chuckling as he froze, and when you thought you heard a low “Don’t say that” or something similar.

“I will behave.” You answered, even if you weren’t sure what you heard, and this time his answer was audible enough, despite still being shyly low.

“I don’t think we’ll be finishing this if you keep that up.”

You stole a glance at him, catching sight of a dangerous glint in his eyes. The eyes of the wolf hidden behind his usually shy, cute, and sweet behavior.

“Sorry.” As tempting as it was, you would save the teasing for later.

“No. It’s fine.” Isaac hurried to reply.

You worked in silence for a while after that. Or tried to work. Hard to do when your attention was more often than not on Isaac. He measured and mixed things with such focus that was fascinating to watch.

Getting your attention back to work, you walked around him to find sugar on the other side, but found yourself accidentally bumping into him on the way, both of you startling a little. And it kept happening while you worked. One of you would brush or bump into the other, as if the kitchen were too small. Or maybe your bodies just couldn’t stand being that apart.

Isaac got over his shyness and very into the job quickly after that, gently giving instructions.

That did not save you from incidents. The first time he did ask for something and you handed it to him, your fingers brushed, and Isaac, startled, pulled his hand back. You were quick enough to hold the bag before it fell, but it was a bag of flour, and a little was hoisted into the air, especially over Isaac.

“Sorry.” He mumbled and then sneezed.

You chuckled and stepped closer, setting the bag over the counter and whipping the white powder from his face and hair, then kissing his nose.

“Don’t worry.” That was not what you had in mind, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t tease him.

That was almost so cliche you couldn’t believe it did happen.

But work went smoothly from there. You still shared lots of accidental touches when walking past, reaching for something or handing things to each other, but Isaac only blushed and smiled at you.

The only other incident was you almost cutting your finger because you were paying more attention to Isaac. He didn’t let you handle anything he deemed dangerous after that.

But it was something special to cook together. You had done so with others before, but despite these small incidents, there was a surprising synchrony in the way you worked with your boyfriend, and it made you feel so happy.

It almost felt like you were newlyweds. Would you do this more often if you lived on your own?

The cake finished, Isaac started cleaning without being prompted, so you mixed the icing while watching him work. You hadn’t expected Isaac to wash the dishes, you never got such a domestic sense from him.

“You will spill it if you don’t pay attention.” He warned, as he noticed you were staring. But that attitude was ineffective when he was blushing that hard.

“I just didn’t expect you to offer to clean, too. Isn’t it what assistants are for?”

“I was the one who chose to cook. And you’re not my assistant. You’re my girlfriend, and you have already done enough for me today.”

If you weren’t distracted before, you sure were now, with him speaking again with such conviction that always made you feel all fuzzy inside. You would have hugged him if your hands weren’t otherwise occupied.

So you turned your attention back to your work, but seeing it looked ready, you scooped a little into the spoon and offered it to Isaac.

“Here, chef. Try it.”

Isaac stared at you for a moment, then looked down at the spoon you held out and back again, turning redder with each second, before he leaned down and, instead of eating the icing in the spoon, licked the spill he found on your arm, making the area burn and tingle, even after he pulled away.

“We’re done with cooking. I’m just your boyfriend now. So, will you stop trying to provoke me before I have to prove you?”

His voice sounded so needy and sexy that it took all of your willpower to nod. Only because you didn’t want your hard work to burn, though.

Isaac took a deep breath and kissed your cheek.

“Later, okay? And I will do whatever you want.” Isaac said, cheeks again a deep crimson, and he hastily turned away to check the oven.

When you sat down to eat, Isaac insisted on cutting the cake. He picked up the first slice and took a forkful of it, offering it to you.

“Will you do the honors?”

You weren’t sure if he was just being sweet or if it was revenge for earlier, but also feeling a little embarrassed, you ate it.

Isaac gave you a whole slice, with which you returned the gesture, and that was how you finished these.

Each of you picked up a new piece, but besides that, Isaac didn’t touch his, looking deep in thought again. He’d done it so much today. But you didn’t ask, since he said he would tell you when he was ready.

Isaac caught you looking and smiled at you, picking up a napkin and whipping away a bit of icing at the corner of your mouth.

“Has today been to your liking so far?” He asked softly, looking at you with such a loving smile that your heart skipped a beat.

“Of course. Was it to yours?”

“It was. And it was unexpected what a difference having the house to ourselves made. Especially cooking together. It…” At this, he paused, looking down briefly, cheeks tinging of pink again, before he met your eyes, looking determined. “It almost felt like we were newlyweds.” So he was thinking the same thing. That made you happy. To think even your thoughts were so in sync. “And… you noticed I’ve been thinking… I wasn’t sure what to tell you about this. I like it here, as annoying as certain people can be. I am thankful to Comte for everything… and I know you like it here so far too, but…” Your eyes widened as he rambled. Could this be leading to what you thought it was? “I was thinking… if you want, we could start thinking about finding a place of our own. A place closer to the city, but maybe somewhere close enough that we could come visit occasionally.”

“Yes.” You almost shouted, hugging him. “I would love living with you.”

“Really?!” Isaac cupped your cheek and kissed you. “I was wondering if it wasn’t a little inappropriate, but… I guess we are already past that.” His smile turned sheepish. “Won’t you be lonely on your own while I’m at the university?”

“No. I can be on my own for a few hours if that means we can have more moments like this. Besides, I might keep working here for a while, at least until we convince Comte to hire more help. And then maybe I could find a proper job and… Well, we can think of it later. But I’m looking forward to it.”

You kissed him. Not the chaste kisses you had been sharing so far, but a sensual kiss that lasted until you were out of breath.

“Me too. And we still have a lot to think about, and have to actually find a place, but for now, shouldn’t we finish this cake? I still haven’t shown you your Valentine’s gift and… I guess I have a promise to make true of after dinner.”

[chirp-a-chirp]

Ikemen Vampire: Revolve

Isaac Newton • Isaac x MC (Mitsuki) • Tags: Fluff; wearing significant other’s clothes; teaching; star gazing • Word Count: ~1850 • Triggers: None • Rating: PG (one tiny PG-13 scene for our beloved wolf in sheep’s clothing) • Brief appearances by Napoleon and Arthur

Description: A meaningful exchange of gifts for Isaac and his love. For @fang-and-feather in the My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange (thanks again @ikemenlibrary for hosting 🥰)! Quotes from Isaac’s route are in bold text.

Fluff Rating: *Carefully measures a teaspoon of sugar, promptly discards it and dumps entire bowl of sugar into mouth

…

Revolve: To move in a circular or curving orbit around a central point.

Alternate description: To think about or center on with singular focus.

…

The children were more rambunctious than usual this week. Several small hands clung to Isaac’s clothes as he knelt, drawing in the dirt. A stick made circular paths around a yellow ball with colored marbles in each dirt trail—a crude but effective solar system appearing before everyone’s eyes. A nagging feeling at the back of Isaac’s head told him the lesson should have been over long ago, but he was too engrossed to truly notice.

Isaac’s hands moved dramatically as he launched into the lecture, calculations running in his head. “And so you see, the Earth ROTATES on its axis but REVOLVES around the sun—“

“What’s THAT?” A blonde boy poked at Isaac’s neck, gesturing at two redden marks dotting his skin.

Isaac hastily fixed his shirt collar, a fierce blush creeping past his ears. His mind instantly recalled the evening with Mitsuki that caused those marks, and the soft sweet voice that accompanied it. His hand gravitated towards his pants pocket at the thought of Mitsuki, and the gift he planned to give her nestled within it. He wasn’t sure how to properly express what he felt for her—it was too encompassing, too vast to be explained with words. But the gift was a start.

The blonde boy continued to poke Isaac’s neck, pulling him from his musings. “I-it’s a rash William!” Isaac prayed the fib would deter the boy’s probing.

“There’s a mark on the other side of his neck too!” William’s younger brother pulled back Isaac’s collar, revealing a third blossoming mark. “Is it contagious?”

“No! Could you politely NOT do that?” Isaac adjusted his tie and shirt so all of his neck was covered. He pressed his hand to his temple and gestured to the yellow ball, desperate to get back to the lecture. “The sun here is—“

“I hope Miss Mitsuki doesn’t catch that rash.” A doe-eyed girl stared at Issac. “Professor, will Miss Mitsuki be alright?”

“I hope so Nicole,” another girl chirped. “Professor Isaac’s life revolves around her.”

“That’s not the revolving we’re talking about here!” Nicole tittered.

“Napoleon!” Isaac’s blush reached peak intensity. Instinctively, he curled into a ball while crouching over his feet. His eyes lowered to the ground that he wished would open up and swallow him whole. Not that he was embarrassed about his relationship with Mitsuki. On the contrary, what Isaac had with her was everything he’d wanted but thought was out of reach—warmth, acceptance, understanding. He just wished particular aspects of that warmth weren’t so noticeable to others.

“Sometimes you have to fight your own battles.” Napoleon lowered his wooden sword, signaling to his students that the lesson was temporarily suspended. He walked over to Isaac and ruffled his hair. “However, I see the enemy has you greatly outnumbered.”

Isaac groaned as the children laughed. He unfurled his body and was about to resume his lecture until he looked at his watch and jumped up. “It’s way past time. I have to go!” Isaac made his excuses and left quickly, promising to pick up the lesson next week.

As Isaac trotted away, William sought Napoleon. “Did we do a good job?”

“You did wonderfully, mon petit soldat!” Napoleon beamed at William and the other children. “You all did. Professor Isaac doesn’t suspect a thing. You kept him here an extra 30 minutes. That should give Mitsuki enough time.”

“Is Professor Isaac ok?” Nicole worried her lip. “His neck looked awfully—“

“Mitsuki will take care of him.” The corner of Napoleon’s mouth quirked. “Rest assured.”

…

Isaac raced back to the Mansion. As he made his way past the front door and towards his room, he thanked his lucky stars he encountered no one to bother him.

“Newt old boy!”

Never mind. Arthur strolled by Isaac, his tongue wagging. Arthur’s eyes trained on Isaac’s furtive movements—Isaac didn’t bother to hide his desire to leave as he continued walking.

“You’re not the only one who’s eager! I just passed by your room. Our Mitsuki awaits with anticipation.”

“Not OUR. That’s enough from you.” Irritated, Isaac brushed past Arthur.

“Yes, yes, you should make haste. She’s quite in a precarious position. All for your sake, old chap.” Arthur’s eyes sparkled.

There were endless possibilities to what Arthur could mean. Isaac tugged a lock of hair and moved faster, not bothering to reply back.

“Oh, you’ll appreciate it Newt.” Arthur’s chuckled quietly as he watched Isaac hurry down the hall.

When Isaac finally made his way to his room, the first thing he noticed was the partially open door. He opened it fully before closing it quietly behind him. What he saw next made his mouth drop in complete surprise.

In the center of the room was Mitsuki, standing on an A-frame ladder. Her eyes concentrated intently as she took a paint brush and pressed the brush’s tip repeatedly on the ceiling. Though she clearly dipped the brush in a nearby paint-can, no visible paint appeared on the ceiling.

She wore one of Isaac’s old shirts he thought he’d thrown out—a sort of makeshift paint smock. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and the top two buttons were undone, unveiling a trail of love marks from her neck towards her chest. The shirttails barely covered her hips and upper thighs.

“There! It’s finished!” Mitsuki clapped her hands in satisfaction. Her joy was so apparent that it made Isaac want to bask in it for as long as possible. Mitsuki began to make her way down the ladder when she suddenly slipped.

“Waaaaah!”

Mitsuki closed her eyes and braced for impact. Instead, she found herself in the arms of her very anxious lover. Isaac stumbled awkwardly and tumbled with her on the bed. The ladder and paint-can somehow remained upright.

“What in God’s name were you doing?!” Isaac’s voice was breathless as his hands roamed Mitsuki’s body, checking for injuries. Both laid on the bed on their sides in a heap of tangled limbs. Arthur’s previous comments echoed in his brain. “And wearing JUST this with the door open!”

“I was finishing your gift.” Mitsuki pouted, mildly embarrassed. “The door was PARTIALLY open due to paint fumes. I only needed 5 minutes more to surprise you completely.”

“I’m ALREADY surprised! Why must you always risk yourself?” Having found no obvious injuries, Isaac pulled Mitsuki towards him, huffing against her shoulder.

“I always seem to worry you.” Mitsuki carded her fingers through his hair to soothe his nerves. “It’s not my intent, I promise.”

Isaac pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming up and down her body. “Why are you wearing this?” There were plenty of paint smocks available that Vincent could have easily provided.

“It’s yours.” Mitsuki looked at Isaac with heat. “I wanted to feel you. It even smells of spring and black tea like you do.” Mitsuki curled a finger under the collar of the shirt Isaac wore and loosened his tie. With a smile, Mitsuki added. “Although, I much prefer you in the flesh.”

Isaac’s heart leapt at her words. “You, you really are so—“ The remainder of his words were forgotten as her lips pressed against his, a rush of warmth and pleasure flooding them both. Isaac’s mouth quickly poured everything into these kisses, open and eager. Mitsuki’s moans electrified him, her mewls driving him to seek more. He groaned against her lips as she hooked his hip with one of her legs to pull him closer. Mitsuki’s hand began to traverse down his chest towards the waistband of his pants when she noticed a bulge…not where she expected it.

“Isaac?” Mitsuki gasped in surprise—both at Isaac’s fingers as they crept up her thighs and at her discovery. “Is there something in your pocket?”

Pink dusted Isaac’s cheeks. A muffled groan left his lips at Mitsuki’s knowing chuckle. He lifted her wandering hand and laughed softly.

“If you want to be reminded of me, perhaps you should wear this instead.” Fishing inside his pocket, Isaac placed a watch on Mitsuki’s left wrist.

The watch’s band was leather, a dark brown reminding Mitsuki of the bark of cherry blossom trees. The clock face was pure white, with a series of three raised white dots in the middle that looked similar to the buttons of Mitsuki’s everyday blouse. The hour and minute hands were the same tint as Isaac’s eyes. Isaac nuzzled his cheek against her palm before kissing it gently.

“You are the first Mitsuki—first I’ve ever laughed with, first I’ve felt at peace with, first I’ve felt possessive of. My life revolves around you. I cannot imagine a life without your presence. So please—share what time you have with me.”

Mitsuki interlaced her fingers with his, kissing each in turn. “I told you once before and I’ll say it again. My time? You can have all of it.”

Isaac buried his face in the crook of her neck, overwhelmed by her response. A shuttering sigh escaped his lips as he left a trail of kisses across her neck and shoulders.

“Wait, wait! Before we continue, let me show you my gift. Keep lying down, but look at the ceiling.” Mitsuki got up from the bed; Isaac reached out towards her, missing her touch. “Don’t worry, I’m staying in this room. Just…please close your eyes until I tell you to open them.”

Isaac complied, quietly baffled but very curious. He heard window curtains moving and lights being adjusted. The bed sheets crumpled around him as he felt Mitsuki lay next to him.

“OK, open them.”

Upon opening his eyes, Isaac was stunned. The room was now encased in mostly shadow, but the ceiling was littered with tons of bright illuminated dots. In the darkened room, the ceiling appeared to be an inky black sky, surrounded by the heavens.

Mitsuki turned to Isaac. Though the room was dark, she could see Isaac’s outline and features up close. “With your recent university position, helping Napoleon with his students, and your own independent research, we haven’t had time to stargaze like we used to.”

“So,” Mitsuki tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “I decided to bring the stars to us.”

Isaac stared at the ceiling in wonder. “How did you do this?”

“Leonardo created the paint. It looks nearly invisible in the daylight. But in the dark, you see this.”

“I can’t believe you—“ Mitsuki placed a finger on his lips.

“You’re Isaac. And you’re worth it.”

Her words sunk in, enveloping him in a winding warmth. He repositioned his body, his forehead resting on hers. “One thing about stars—however pretty, they remain far away. But you—you’re always here.”

Mitsuki squeezed Isaac’s hand, hearing his unspoken words. “You aren’t alone. Not anymore. I’m here to watch clouds, stars, constellations—anything that brings you joy.”

With a soft, boyish smirk, Isaac cupped her face before leaning closer. “Then let me watch you instead.”

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Fate

A surprise gift for @ikemenlibrary because the organiser of 'My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange' didn't include herself despite all of the hard work needed to put the event together. You really need to reward yourself a little more. My only regret in this is that I don't know Licht.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Comte de Saint Germain

Warnings: mentions of death in euphemism

Masterlist 

Follow the voice. 

That was all the instructions you had received for your assignment. What it meant, you had no clue. How it worked, even less, but you went along with it when the door unlocked and the familiar dark hallways doomed up for you, taking you to wherever you were needed. 

“If we meet again.” 

A voice, one you didn’t know but felt a pang of familiarity with all the same, doomed up from the darkness. “If we meet again,” it echoed, like a desperate prayer, filled with sadness from the speaker that only knew regret and no religion. 

“If we meet again, would you be willing…” 

Heart aching you followed the voice, reaching out for the next door and pushed in, praying that you could help whatever regret and wish you would find behind. 

Amber golden eyes met yours in surprise, tears streaming out of them ruining the handsome visage of a man brought onto his knees. It seemed he had been kneeling indeed, though there was no apparent religion that you could distinguish out of his form. 

“You…” he speaks first and you straighten yourself, taking a deep breath before shutting the door, officially starting your assignment. 

“Regret,” Comte, as the man calls himself, repeats after you. A sardonic smile sets on his lips along with clasped hands that stretch the skin out over his knuckles. “Yes, you can call it that,” he murmurs softly, but you can see that he doesn’t quite believe it. 

It had taken very little convincing to explain your presence and job to him. Surprisingly so, but you supposed that Comte being a vampire and immortal had helped the matter. Something about being beyond human understanding as a shared trait helped in that. You could appreciate the ease in that, however, knowing that everything that would follow after was harder. Tempting fate was, after all, a world altering matter. 

“First we need to figure out what chain started the path we want to change,” you started, finding that explaining alternate universes and paths was surprisingly easy as well to a pureblood vampire. “Usually we do this by working backwards in events, targeting big crosspoints before zooming in, but I can imagine that you rather not re-experience her death,” you mused, a bump in your heart at the thought of this unknown soulmate that Comte had. 

It felt strange to feel envy for someone you didn’t know at all. Comte had been very sparse on the details of his lover and acclaimed soulmate, only revealing that he had been too hesitant in his own feelings and too late to realise the depth of his emotions. Your envy was made even stranger knowing the fate that befell the soulmate. 

“No, let’s not do that,” Comte grimaces, hands still clenched together in a tight prayer. You can see how hard he tries to think of a solution, one that will change the fate of a human, a fragile existence even in alternate universes, without having to trial and error her death. “Do you believe in soulmates?” he asks you suddenly, and you wonder why it is relevant what you think and believe in. 

It is a question you never really thought of. Not truly. And certainly not a question you expect on the first day of your job. You usually spend it trying to understand the assignment at hand, the client and their wishes. But now that you are and as you think back of the prayer you heard in the hallway, unfinished. The question in which you hope the answer will be one that will lead Comte back to happiness, for the weight of sadness in his voice and the weight of his regret laid heavy on your consciousness. 

“Maybe?” you say, not having the heart to say no, not truly believing in ‘no’ either as you think of Comte and the depth of his love that had brought you here. 

“A maybe is a no,” Comte chuckles, sounding so helplessly bitter at that moment before a resolution sets in his mind. 

“I know a certain way to change her fate,” Comte says, his confidence faltering just a second before he steels himself with resolution, eyes hardening but avoiding yours. 

His solution turns out to be a tremendous job. One that you aren’t quite sure will work, for fate worked in strange ways. 

“Are you sure?” you repeat, hand once more on the door and his placed next to yours. “It is no small matter striking out the name of another in the book of fate,” you caution, a little nervous at the idea of altering fate at its very core, “the backlash will be great.” 

Comte remains confident, however, his hand moving over yours on the door as he forces you to push. Those amber gold eyes never meet yours. They haven’t since he resolved himself. 

“That is my burden to carry,” he tells you. 

Comte never told you the name you had to strike from the book of fate, nor did he tell you the name that was tied to it. The simple sounding request and the near impossible assignment left a bad taste in your mouth, your gut telling you to cut the assignment short and leave. To deny this request. 

“If you met her again,” you repeat the question that led you to Comte in the first place, the familiar hallway empty as ever, but quiet this time as the two of you search for the end, “would you be willing…”

“Yes,” Comte answers immediately, cutting off your question as his hand in yours clenched tightly, meaning the affirmative with every sense of his being, “yes, and a thousand times over,” he repeats, his voice at peace, but the sadness lingering forever as you arrive at your next destination. 

“And do you believe in fate?” you ask when opening the door, revealing a room that blinds you before revealing all the names and souls bound together, a red string appearing around your pinky finger that pulls taut.

“Yes.” Is all Comte says, raising the red thread winding around his finger and towards his lips, pressing a first and last kiss to your shared fate before he snaps the thread and the world turns dark. 

Follow the voice

It was all the detail you received walking down the dark hallways, wondering what your assignment was and what your last one had been, a lingering question comes to mind as you sound it out yourself; 

“If we met again, would you be willing,” you sound, hoping for a yes, your legs moving as you remember the snap of fate and the amber gold eyes that had tried to spare you from a fate he thought worse than the snap of the thread. 

“Yes, if we met again I’d be willing to be your soulmate again,” you call out, switching strategies as you beg the darkness for the voice to lead you to Comte again, but it remains quiet as you continue down the hallway that never ends. 

“If we met, would you love me again?” you call out, asking the next question that comes to mind as you press against every door that you find, hoping to find one that will give and allow you in. 

A thousand promises and countless alternate universes and you knew, you’d love the man with amber gold eyes over and over again, with his sad smiles and his bright ones, even as the world crumbled around you and the hallway endless.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” you call out in the darkness, desperation overtaking you as a prayer swells up and a voice whispers as time restarts along with fate; 

“If we meet again, would you be willing to love me still?” 

[violettduchess]

Ikemen Prince Fics Miscellaneous 🌹

Morning (Keith Howell; fluff)

Cherry Blossom (Leon Dompteur, sci fi AU; fluff)

Sturm und Drang (Part one, Gilbert von Obsidian; spicy angst)

Thorns (Part two, Gilbert von Obsidian; spicy angst)

I am not free (Part three, Gilbert von Obsidian, angst)

Apology (Part four, Gilbert von Obsidian, angst)

Never Doubt (Part five, Gilbert von Obsidian)

Red (Chevalier Michel; angst)

Solace (Silvio Ricci; comfort)

Out to Sea (Leon Dompteur, Yoga AU; spicy fluff)

Reprieve (Gilbert von Obsidian; comfort)

Reunion (Gilbert von Obsidian, nsfw)

Relief (Silvio Ricci, comfort)

The Blade's Edge (Gilbert von Obsidian, spicy angst)

A Vampire's Favor (Vampire AU, Gilbert von Obsidian)

Something (Luke Randolph, fluff)

Auf Wiedersehen (Gilbert von Obsidian, angst)

Safe (Gilbert von Obsidian, comfort)

Cyclone (Chevalier Michel, Wild West AU)

Summer (Leon Dompteur, Seasons of Love Exchange 2022)

Distracting Chevalier (Chevalier Michel, fluff)

A Gift from Jin (Clavis, fluff)

Sunday Mornings (Leon, fluff)

Rain (Cyran)

Flower Crown (Chevalier Michel, fluff)

Puppy Love (Leon Dompteur, fluff)

Spring Rain (Silvio Ricci)

Want (Gilbert von Obsidian)

Good Night (Cyran)

Meteor Shower (Gilbert)

Summer Storm (Chevalier)

Garden Party (Silvio)

Der Anfang (Walter, Gilbert's physician)

Strawberry (Gilbert von Obsidian)

Sweet, Sour, Bitter (Sariel Noir)

Sundress (Clavis Lelouch)

Starry Night (Cyran Rose)

His Voice (Gilbert von Obsidian)

Pirate AU (Silvio Ricci)

Pirate AU Part 2 (Silvio Ricci)

Summer Sweat (Cyran Rose)

Impatience (Silvio Ricci)

Practical Magic (Clavis), Ikepri Gift Exchange 2023

Sleep Intimacy - Keith

Mine - Gilbert von Obsidian , Shapes of Love Creation Challenge

Together - Cyran Rose, My Ikemen Valentine Exchange 2024

Shelter - Chevalier Michel (Only One Bed trope)

Courage- Cyran Rose (Gangster AU)

Clavis- Laughing While Kissing

Chevalier - Lullaby

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Vampire (JP)

Valentine's Day Event - Galileo Galilei

Love, friendship, and gratitude are all shared by everyone on February 14.

Today, I'm somewhat fidgety looking for a certain someone.

(I think he said he's temporarily working at the university. I wish I could see him again.)

As I'm about to head to the school building, I see him walking with his jacket fluttering in the air.

Mitsuki: "Galileo!"

Galileo: "You're一"

Galileo: "Mitsuki?"

(He remembered me.)

His beautiful eyes, like purple crystals, reflect me.

Galileo and I met when I visited the university a while ago, and we happened to watch a shooting star together.

We only exchanged a few words, but I had a strange sense of déjà vu when we were together, and for some reason, I found myself drawn to him.

Galileo: "What do you want from me?"

Mitsuki: "Um, do you like desserts?"

Mitsuki: "In my hometown, we have a custom of giving chocolates on Valentine's Day. You are welcome to have it if you like."

Nervously wondering if I'm bothering him, I slowly offer him the gift.

He looks down at it once but does not accept it.

Galileo: "Why are you giving this to me?"

Mitsuki: "Because I was rude to you the other day, peeking through the telescope without permission and saying weird things."

Mitsuki: "This is my way of apologizing to you for that."

Galileo: "You don't owe me any chocolate. No apology needed."

(I knew it.)

I know he's going to turn me down, but when he actually said it, I can't help but feel disappointed.

I don't think I can force it on him.

Still at a loss for where I should put the chocolate I offered him, he spoke to me.

Galileo: "What's that injury?"

Mitsuki: "What? Oh."

He noticed that the bandage on my finger was peeling off and saw the cut I got when I crushed the chocolate into little pieces.

Mitsuki: "I accidentally cut myself while making the chocolate. I'm so clumsy, ahaha..."

Galileo: "..............."

He remains silent as he turns on his heel, looks back at me, and tells me this.

Galileo: "Follow me."

He led me to an unused classroom and returned a short time later with something in his hand.

Galileo: "I got this from the infirmary."

Galileo offers me a new bandage.

Mitsuki: "T-Thanks."

Galileo: "Don't thank me. Just put it on the wound."

Galileo: "I can't help but feel uneasy with you smelling like blood."

(The blood had stopped already, but I guess it was too much to look at. Though, I didn't expect him to care about me like this.)

I reapply the bandage I received, feeling touched by his unexpected kindness.

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry about the chocolate and the injury."

Galileo: "............"

He lets out one small sigh as I bow my head. And then...

(Huh?)

He unwraps the gift box on his desk and takes a bite of the chocolate.

Galileo: "It's sweet."

(He ate it.)

My heart suddenly pounds in my chest. However, what he tells me next is as cold as ice.

Galileo: "You look like a disciplined person."

Galileo: "Your apology is accepted, so don't worry about me anymore."

Mitsuki: "............"

Knowing I'm now totally free of obligation to him, I can't help but clench the bandage tightly.

Mitsuki: "I understand. Sorry if I was too persistent in my apology and gratitude."

Mitsuki: "I just wanted to convey my feelings properly because even a single encounter has meaning."

Galileo: "............."

Mitsuki: "I'm really glad you ate the chocolate!"

I act cheerfully and head for the classroom door, but he suddenly calls out to me from behind.

Galileo: "Mitsuki."

I turn around, and Galileo speaks without making eye contact with me.

Galileo: "That didn't taste too bad."

Mitsuki: "-----!"

Is it just my imagination that his voice, which was cold earlier, now sounded gentle?

The slight change makes me curious to know more about this person.

Despite his cold-hearted attitude, seeing that side of him will remain unforgotten in my heart.

He's like bittersweet chocolate.

-

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

Valentine's Masterlist

┗━•❃°•°2023 Prompts°•°❃•━┛

Love Letters- Rook Hunt (Twisted Wonderland)

Promise Ring- Lilia Vanrouge (Twisted Wonderland)

Kissing- Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland)

Sharing food- Mozart (Ikemen Vampire)

Gift Exchanging- Trey Clover (Twisted Wonderland)

Stargazing- Comte (Ikemen Vampire)

Breakfast in Bed- Satan (Obey Me)

[aquagirl1978]

Dear Diary - Comte de St. Germain x Reader x Vlad (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: This is my gift to @tiny-wooden-robot in the Ikevamp Gift Exchange - I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to @ikemenlibrary for organizing the fun event!

Pairing: Comte de St. German x Reader x Vlad

Prompt: angsty love triangle

Warnings: angst, Comte's real name, a little bit spicy towards the end

Dear Diary,

Earlier today, I ran into my friend with the flower cart. His name is Vlad. He seems so kind and sweet, and he has the gentlest smile...

“Hello again!” a familiar voice called out.

It was a beautiful sunny day; you were so distracted looking at all the pretty flowers in bloom that you almost didn’t notice your new friend standing in his usual spot with his colorful cart filled with flowers.

“Vlad!” A genuine smile spread on your lips upon recognizing him. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” His gaze flicked downwards to the flowers on his cart, clearly searching for one in particular. “Ah, for you,” he announced, proudly producing a single stem bearing a creamy yellow rose. He trimmed its end, and tucked it behind your ear, his fingers gently brushing your hair, barely ghosting your skin.

“There,” he said quietly as he stepped back, smiling proudly. “It’s perfect. Matches the yellow in your shirt. Though, it’s nowhere near as lovely as you are.”

You returned his smile; an unfamiliar heat uncurling in your belly. He’s just a friend, you reminded yourself. Who happened to give you flowers each time he saw you? Who also happened to pay you nice compliments.

What if I’d like him to be more than just a friend?

Dear Diary,

Tonight, I have another ball to attend with Comte – as his partner, of course. I know it’s likely not possible, but part of me wishes Vlad would be at the ball. I know he’s just a man who owns a flower cart, but the more time I spend with him, the more I want to be around him.

“Ma cherie, what’s troubling you?” Comte asked while offering you a glass of champagne.

“Thank you,” you replied, accepting the drink. You took a sip, and sighed while your gaze was fixed on the crowds of people dancing. A small part of you searching, hoping to see a certain white head of hair floating amongst them.

He took your hand in his, forcing you to acknowledge him. “Is this because I told you...”

“No,” you interrupted him before he could finish. You couldn’t bear to hear him say those words again – I'll never fall in love again. Especially not with a human. Forget these feelings now. Gazing into those deep pools of amber gold, a warmth you wish you could get lost in, but you won’t. You can’t. Swallowing those feelings, pushing them away just as he had asked you to, you feigned a quick laugh. “It’s my shoes. They’re new and they’re hurting my feet.”

He smiled, somewhat relieved. “Is that all? Let’s go sit down so you can rest.”

You weren’t positive but you felt a flicker of sadness or maybe disappointment flashed through his eyes.

Dear Diary,

I think I am falling for Vlad... I am finding more and more reasons to volunteer for shopping trips, looking for various excuses as to why I need to leave the mansion.

Why couldn’t Comte talk to me like Vlad does? Touch me like he does?

“A flower for the lady.”

Vlad presented you this time with a long-stemmed pink rose. Bringing it to your nose, you savored its sweet scent. He smiled at you gently. “The rose matches the blush on your cheeks.”

Averting your gaze, something stirred inside, tugging at your heart. While your frustration at Comte remained, you could feel it softening, melting like the last of winter’s snow, spring’s flowers ready to fill its space.

With his thumb under your chin, Vlad tilted your face up to meet his. “Why do you look so troubled?”

“It’s a long story,” you stammered. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Am I not your friend? Come,” he offered his elbow to you. “Let’s go sit over there.”

It would feel good to get some of this frustration off your chest, you admitted to yourself. Maybe not the best thing to discuss with a man you might have feelings for, but, as you gazed into Vlad’s crimson eyes... he was such a gentle soul. It couldn’t hurt to open up to him.

And open up you did.

As soon as you reached the park bench, you spilled everything – ok, maybe not everything. You kept the fact that you were from a different time hidden. As well as the fact that the residents of the mansion were all vampires. But the parties, the shopping trips, the dances – oh, the dances, especially that last dance – were all shared.

“He’s a fool,” Vlad murmured softly. “Does he have no idea of the treasure that lies before him?”

“I know. You should join me for dinner one night.”

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow, I'm meeting Vlad for dinner. I haven’t been this excited in some time...

There was a knock at your door.

You were seated at your vanity table, fussing with your hair, trying to decide how to style it for your... What exactly was tomorrow night, a date?

A flaxen haired head appeared through a crack in the door. “Ma cherie, do you have a moment?”

You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips. It had been some time since Comte had visited you like this.

He stood awkwardly while you remained seated. Looking up at him, his expression was unreadable.

"There’s a ball tomorrow night. I know it’s short notice, but...” His honey eyes glanced down at you; a familiar warmth dared to uncurl itself in your belly. “I was hoping you could join me?”

Sighing deeply, you wrung your hands in your lap. “I’m sorry, but I already made plans for tomorrow.”

“So, the rumors are true,” he asked, a hint of disappointment dripping from his voice.

Returning your gaze to the vanity mirror, you adjusted the clip in your hair.

“Yes,” you replied plainly.

“I see.” His hands hovered over your shoulders; his touch never coming though. Instead, they fell to fists at his sides.

“I hope he knows what a treasure you are,” he whispered before escorting himself from your room, his parting words haunting you.

Dear Diary,

Tonight, I am meeting Vlad for dinner at his house. I haven’t been this nervous or excited in so long.

The carriage Vlad had sent for you dropped you off at a castle – your breath suspended for a moment in awe, you felt as if you had stepped through the pages of a fairy tale.

You popped your head quickly back in the carriage. “Are you sure – ?”

The driver nodded. “Absolutely sure. This is where they told me to bring you.” And with that, he snapped the reigns and was off; all that remained was a cloud of dust in front of you.

“They?” You sighed, looking up at the imposing castle once more before glancing around the front where two figures stood in the shadows.

“You made it!” one said cheerfully, a bright smile adorned his pretty face.

There was a stern man next to him, a grimace graced his face. “Don’t mind him,” he said curtly. “You’ll find him in the garden that way.” He pointed to a gate; its arbor covered in dozens of red climbing roses.

You nodded your thanks to them, and proceeded to open the gate. On the other side was the most magnificent flower garden you had ever seen. In the middle of the garden was a man dressed in a regal black, cloak billowing behind him, his back facing you. The head of snow-white hair was unmistakable though.

“Vlad?” Your voice was a low whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace that surrounded this flower sanctuary.

He turned around slowly, that familiar, tender smile on his lips. You gasped; you were so used to seeing Vlad dressed in a plain shirt and apron, he was almost unrecognizable in this fancy garb. He looked so different; if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was a prince.

He took your hands in his, his gentle eyes gazing at you and only you. “I am so glad you came tonight.”

You returned his smile, admiring how the moonlight lit up his face. Much of your nervousness gone, your body relaxed, a welcomed warmth filled your body.

He brought his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks. “

His words filled you with a warmth you didn’t know was possible.

Embraced under the moonlight, Vlad dipped his head, his lips brushing against yours. He tasted sweet, like strawberries. A soft sigh fell from your lips as his lips captured yours in a hungry kiss. Tangling your hands in his hair, you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue entrance into your warm mouth.

Trembling, he soon broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, cradling the back of your head, gently stroking your hair.

“You are the most beautiful flower that ever drifted onto my path.”

You smiled at his words, a small part of you wondering if he was the most beautiful flower in your path.

Dear Diary,

Comte has been distant ever since our discussion the night before my date with Vlad. He was a gentleman, and politely asked how my evening went, but refrained from asking for any details. I can’t help but feel a slight chill whenever he is around. And despite that, I also cannot help noticing his eyes lingering on me, especially when he thinks I am not looking.

“I hate to ask, but I was hoping you could go to the market alone today. I have some things here that I need to attend to.”

“Of course, Sebas. I can manage on my own.” You took the list of items needed from his hand; a thankful smile spread on his lips.

“You’ll find the carriage ready for you out front.”

Grabbing your bag, you skipped off, your mind wandering to Vlad – maybe he will be out with his flower cart today. Humming to yourself, you were distracted with your thoughts so much that you didn’t see the man standing by the carriage.

“Waaaah!” you yelped when you bumped into the familiar figure. “I’m so sorry, Comte. I wasn’t expecting to see you, or much less anyone else out here now.”

“My apologies, ma cherie. I hope you don’t mind, but Sebas told me you’d be traveling alone today, and I was wondering if we could go together?” A glimmer of hope flashed in his golden gaze as he held his hand out to yours.

“I would like that, thank you.” Your hopes of seeing Vlad now dashed – how could you wander off to meet him with Comte in tow? – you took his hand as he helped you step into the carriage.

Thankful the ride was short and not completely awkward, you arrived at your destination sooner than you expected. Wandering through the stalls, you had one eye on the lookout for Vlad – that would be the only thing that could make this excursion any more awkward.

“Ma cherie, have you seen such beautiful flowers?”

Your body filled with dread as you turned, and found Comte standing before an empty but familiar flower cart. Your legs moved slowly, as if encased in concrete. Of all the flower carts to be out today...

You quickly glanced around the vicinity – no sign of Vlad, so that was a good thing.

Or so you thought.

“Hello, Abel,” a familiar voice called out.

Who’s Abel?

You spun around and glanced at Comte, a rare anger flashing in his narrowed eyes.

“Vlad.” His voice was controlled, but laced with ice; a chill filled you to your bones.

“Isn’t this awkward,” Vlad said as his eyes met yours, that gentle smile you’ve come to love still on his lips as he pieced together that you and Comte – or rather, Abel – were shopping together. Vlad turned to his flower card, humming softly as he selected a flower. “For the lady.” In his hand was a long-stemmed red rose.

You accepted the flower, not entirely sure what to do in this situation, as Comte glared daggers at the delicate bloom. Glancing between the two men, you chewed on your lower lip as you twirled the rose in your fingers.

Comte stretched his arm out in front of you, protecting you. “What do you want, Vlad?” Vlad simply stood there, staring into your eyes, smiling softly at you. Comte turned to you.

“Ma cherie.” His eyes met yours; there was an unmistakable waver in his voice. “How do you know him?”

Vlad chuckled. “We’re friends. She came to my home the other night for dinner.”

“That’s where you went the other evening....” The look Comte gave you tugged at you deeply – he wasn’t mad at you, he was heartbroken. You sighed loudly, wishing you could be anywhere else but here.

“She’s one of my residents, Vlad.”

“I know,” Vlad replied. You blinked; a chill crawled down your spine, your head felt dizzy. How, when did he know?

“Stay away, Vlad.” Comte’s voice was a low growl; you had never before heard him speak to anyone like this before. Not only did it make you jump in your spot, an unexpected warmth flooded your heart.

“She can make up her own mind, Abel.”

You looked to each man, your fingers still clutching the rose.

“Ma cherie?” Comte’s hand is outstretched, his golden eyes warm and welcoming, inviting you to come by his side.

Vlad’s hand was also outstretched. His gentle, tender smile beckoning you to be with him.

You closed your eyes tightly, your heart screaming one name. The answer was clear, and it brought a happy tear to your eye.

Dear Diary,

I love him. I love him so much.

The morning sun poured in through the windows, birds sang their sweet morning melodies, and you woke up in the bed of your lover, warm and embraced in his arms.

“Good morning,” you whispered, your voice still sleepy. Leaning over to give him a kiss, he tangled his hands in your hair, pulling you closer.

“Mhmmm,” he hummed. “Good morning, ma cherie. What do you want to do today?”

“Can we just lay here all day?”

He kissed the crown of your head and pulled you closer in his embrace. “Anything you want.”

You nuzzled into his chest, unable to remember the last time you felt this completely happy.

[ikemenlibrary]

Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!

A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love

The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday! 

This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!

Main Info:

Event: Gift Exchange

Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution

Creation time: January 19 - February 16 Gift sharing: February 17-18

You can sign up for the exchange here

The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.

You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list. 

If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host)  know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.

Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.

When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**

Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3

Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!

If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)

Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**

Can’t wait to see you all soon!

**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.

The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words

The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))

This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form

You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress. 

This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

You Only Have to Ask

Pairing: Ikevamp Leonardo x MC

Summary: With the first droplets of the first downpour of spring comes Leonardo’s first request. It had been hanging in the air since they had first crossed the other’s mind unprompted, he simply needed to be reminded of one thing - she would be his, he only had to ask.

Warnings: SFW with veryyyy mild spice. I’m talking Nando’s lemon and herb spice. Nothing graphic here just...the beginnings I suppose HAHAH.

Notes: I know I cut it fine hahah but here is my gift for @aquagirl1978 as part of @ikemenlibrary ‘s gift exchange!! I absolutely loved the prompt and I thoroughly enjoyed exploring a ~spicier~ side for the first time! I hope you enjoy it!! :) and thank you Bryn for all your hard work in setting up this exchange. I know how much effort you’ve put into this and it’s been such a wonderful experience. Thank you thank you <33

***

“When was the last time you saw her?”

The departing sun had spilled orange onto the sky when the men of the household started to gather in the dining room. Comte had been spending the past hour asking around the residents for her whereabouts, knocking on door after door. Yet, nobody could give him an answer. It was only when he asked Sebastian, as he was preparing dinner alone, did a foreign kind of panic start to settle in his bones.

“She was rather pale this morning so I gave her the day off. She said around noon that she was going out for some fresh air, but I haven’t seen her since.” He admitted, voice steady but fingers fiddling with the buttons of his jacket.

“That girl, she sure does know how to sneak away. Not that I’m unfamiliar with that kind,” he said, thinking back to his oldest friend who also had a habit of being rather slippery.

As if on cue, the heavy doors of the dining room creaked open, as Leonardo waltzed in with an apple in hand and his features breaking out into a yawn.

“Have a cup of tea, le Comte. I could feel your panic from down the hall,” he croaked, taking a bite of his apple.

Comte decided to ignore his friend’s jest, opting to focus on the matter at hand. “Well excuse me for being concerned about my guests.” A thought. “You haven’t sent her on another one of your silly tasks have you?”

Leonardo chuckled, “Scusa, but this was not my doing this time. She’s a grown woman, I remind you. Who spends her days cleaning after and attending to a mansion of old men, no less. Can’t blame the girl for wanting some time for herself without having to tell daddy Comte where she’s going or what time she’ll be home.”

There was a hint of guilt behind the eyes of the men in front of him, but concern also lingered. They knew he was right, but she was still everyone’s best girl. It was still dangerous out there, they were still worried.

“However,” Leonardo said with another crunch of his apple, “it is nearly dark and she shouldn’t walk back alone. I’ll go get her.”

Comte laughed, though it was nearly a scoff, “Do you really think you’re going to be able to search the whole of Paris before the sun sets?”

“Nah,” Leonardo smirked, chucking the unfinished fruit to his friend as he made his way to the door, “I know where she’ll be.”

***

And that he did.

He found her by the lake, like she always was whenever she got like this. Leonardo knew she was happy staying at the mansion, and he knew that’s where her heart wanted to be. But he also knew the weight and ache of missing somewhere you can never return, of knowing you are happy where you are but guiltily missing where you were regardless. She never wanted the others to doubt her happiness, because she didn’t doubt it, she just needed her time every now and then to mourn the before.

Leonardo leant against a tree, arms crossed and head tilted as he watched her expression. Facing the sun, the warm glow bathed her face as she kept her eyes closed, allowing her skin to absorb the light and heat. Her hair ever so slightly danced in the breeze, hesitant but no doubtedly swaying. Soon enough he saw her eyes slowly crack open, her lungs deeply filling with the new air of spring before letting it go, irises roaming over the gentle ripples. She blinked once, then twice, and then she stood.

Leonardo finally stood straight, “All done, cara mia?”

He swore the smile she showed him from over her shoulder made his ancient heart throb. It was a smile of safety, of comfort. If he didn’t know any better, of love.

She began to make her way to him, “You should be careful about sneaking up on girls like that. You might just lose a few teeth.”

He chuckled warmly, “You say that like I make a hobby of watching over lone women.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.”

“You should be,” he spoke lowly, only an arms length away from her now, “I don’t have an interest in other women. Only a concern for you.”

The tension had been palpable between the two of them since she first arrived at the mansion that one night. There had been a shift -  a turning point - when he woke up with her in his arms outside le Comte’s office. That had been the first time his eyes met hers, and he knew that something was beginning. He didn’t know what exactly, but he knew she was going to bring something into the mansion and into his life, making his world change its course.

Over the months, Leonardo began to understand. He had only ever intended to help her, to make sure she felt safe and supported before she left. She had been frantic, panicked, like an injured bird in a cage of lions. A child. Eventually she settled, and with that came a softness he’d never seen from her. She still teased and poked and laughed without restraint, but now he caught her occasionally in the depth of the garden, on the edge of the balcony, with an expression of ease and contentment. Of wisdom. A woman.

Leonardo believed that was when he started to fall. Or at the very least, when he was past the point of recovery.

She looked at him now, lips easily curving into a smile as her eyes roamed over him before shyly moving to the ground between them.

He held out an arm for her, “Come on you, before le Comte rips all his hair out. I know a shortcut.”

She took it, a flash of amusement in her eyes as her arm curled around his bicep, “It’s funny how your shortcuts always take longer than the normal path.”

“Story of my life, cara mia,” he said, and she didn’t miss the hint of sadness in his tone, “but the normal path becomes boring when you’ve walked it so many times. And besides, I can’t help but want you to myself for a little longer.”

He caught the light blush of her cheeks, but that didn’t hold back her next statement.

“You can have that whenever you so desire. You only need to ask.”

***

They couldn’t have been more than five minutes into their journey home when they felt the first droplets of rain hit their skin. Before she even had a chance to fully acknowledge it, Leonardo was shrugging off his coat and resting it on her shoulders.

“Here we are again, cara mia. This is becoming a little tradition of ours, heh.”

He grabbed her hand as the rain started to come down in full force, leading her through the empty field until they came across a lone oak tree, seeking shelter from the onpour.

And it was in the scarce light of dusk that she got to have another good look at him. She had tried to keep her desire to look restricted to mere glances in passing, but she always longed for longer. Now she could examine the creases by his eyes, the beginnings of stubble along his jaw, the slight bump in his nose. She could follow the tracks of raindrops from the points of his soaked hair to his cheekbone to his chin. She could see the twinkle in his eye as they met hers, catching her in her observations.

“What? Got something on my face?” he said with amusement, feigning coyness as his hands reached up to touch his cheek.

She enjoyed his teasing, but she wasn’t in the mood to joke anymore. “No, I just like to look at you.”

His smile dropped ever so slightly with his arm, searching for something in her expression. She held her ground, not shying away from his examination. Nor from his step towards her.

“Careful, cara. I might get the wrong idea.”

“I don’t think a genius like you could get this wrong.”

“I think you’re overestimating me.”

“And I think you’re underestimating me.”

It was her turn, her play, and she took a step towards him. Now toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye, she willed him to remember.

You only need to ask.

And there it was, the silent request. She saw it in his tensed jaw and in the slight parting of his lips - the flicker of his eyes to her mouth.

May I?

She leant forward - her answer.

Please.

With a hand cupping her face and one curving around her waist, Leonardo tilted her head before capturing her lips with his own.

He had lived many years, seen many things, felt many emotions, but somehow after all this time she still managed to teach him something new. In the simple action of moving her lips against his, in wrapping her arms around his neck, she taught him the true beauty of being alive.

His grip on her waist tightened when she sighed into his mouth, leaning on her tip-toes to get closer, to taste him more. She felt a droplet fall from his eyebrow onto her cheek as she filled her hands with his damp hair, an action that was gratefully received with another squeeze of her hips. Months of longing and desire poured into this one exchange, and both parties found it completely, utterly addictive.

Leonardo pulled away first, just to get a good look at her. Lips swollen and pupils blown, but her expression was as gentle as before. The way she looked at him never changed even after they had crossed this line in their companionship, telling him all he needed to know.

She had fallen too.

He leant his forehead against hers, both catching their breaths as the rain continued to soak them to the bone. Not that either of them minded, nor particularly noticed. Leonardo caressed her cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, leaning in to steal another peck from her lips. “You don’t know what you do to me, cara mia.”

He felt the brush of her lips against his as she smiled. He could see each individual droplet on her eyelashes from this distance, yet it still didn’t feel like enough. He was restless, desperate in the palm of her hand before she leant up to his ear, those same eyelashes tickling his lobe.

“Well, I’d like to.”

***

They made it back to the mansion shortly after the rain had stopped, much to le Comte’s silent concern masked as irritation. After a good scolding and accepting the blankets from a frantic Sebastian, they ascended the grand staircase of the mansion, hyper aware of every heavy step against the wood.

Leonardo walked her to her room, fully intending to bid her goodnight and be on his way. He wouldn’t push his luck, and he was still reeling from their shared kiss in the rain. He would give her space.

But when she caught his hand as he turned away, he couldn’t deny her. He didn’t want to deny her. Denying her would also be denying himself.

He followed her into the darkness of her room, only lit by the moon high in the indigo sky.

There was a thick silence in the air as they simply absorbed each other’s presence. It was like they were dancing, but completely still. Abstractly in sync, this pair, as if they hadn’t known anything other than this. She noticed the twitch of his fingertips, he noticed the catch of her breath. Somebody was going to have to give in.

Leonardo couldn’t stand it any longer. He stopped right in front of her, barely a breath between them, tugging at her soaked blouse, “You’re gonna get sick if you stay like this.” He wasn’t teasing.

A shiver ran up her spine. Not because of the cold. “You think you can help me out with that?”

His lips were already trailing her collar bone and along the base of her throat, leaving open mouth kisses just below her ear as she started unbuttoning his also drenched shirt, “Yeah, I think I can.”

His shirt was peeled off him when he left his first mark upon her skin, her sigh sending goosebumps along his arms. With her fingertips tracing over the contours of his torso, feather light over scars from time forgotten, he snuck his hand under blouse and tugged her closer to him by her waist. Flush against each other, like they had been carved from the same stone.

He stopped his administration on her neck to catch her gaze, asking one more time. Just to be sure.

May I?

Please.

***

I hope this is what you were hoping for, Aqua!! Lemme know if there’s any edits/things you’d like me to add, it’s your gift after all I want you to be content with it :) thank you for reading!!🌻

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Jean x Napoleon x Sebastian x Reader x Arthur

Relationship Chart

Wrods: 1174

Summary: The pranks problem sorted out, you and Napoleon join your boyfriends for the start of his actual birthday celebration

The ending of Napoleon's Pranks and Gifts birthday Celebration Series.

Also written for July's 2023 Polyam Shipping Day Prompt: Food from @polyamships

Previous Part / IkeVamp Masterlist / General Masterlist / AO3 Link

“Well, that was a good meal, ma chérie.” Napoleon kissed you as you left his room, laughing as you blushed. “Thank you.”

He stroked the spot where he had bitten you. To think he’d been quite apprehensive for a long time after the first time he bit you, afraid of the predatory monster he could become after he started.

But you had always been reassuring. You didn’t believe the monster existed.

And, it was a little hard to admit, but that first night you let Arthur join you had helped his confidence too. Having other vampire partners who weren’t afraid of their instincts helped.

And thankfully, all of you did. Now Napoleon found such an intimacy in the act. The trust you showed by letting him feed off your life essence. Holding you close as he did so. Being able to get sustenance from the person he loved, even if for only a moment. And the sweet pleasure it was for both of you.

“Does that mean you don’t need the food we made?”

“You know I wouldn’t waste your hard work, mon coeur. Or miss sharing food with the people I love. Besides, I see nothing I would rather do on my birthday.”

Napoleon offered you a hand, and you took it with a smile. He pulled you closer.

“No more tricks?”

“Don’t worry. That was just my way of surprising you.”

He kissed the back of your hand.

“Good. Just hope you don’t try that next year again.”

Both of you laughed as you left for the garden.

The boys had set up a small table there, and it was full of food. Each of them had a little of their favorites, but they also had a few types of crepes, as well as a beautifully decorated cake. They had really gone all out for breakfast.

Well, probably you and Akihiko. He had no idea what kind of skills Arthur had, but Jean was technically banned from the kitchen.

“Took you long enough.” Arthur said with a grin as soon as the two of you walked closer.

“Jealous you weren’t invited?” You teased back.

“At another time I would, luv. But I am aware me and old ‘Leon here are not that close. Although I would love to rectify this whenever you’re ready.”

Napoleon shook his head. He never knew when Arthur was actually flirting with him or just teasing.

“I still don’t understand why you are here if the two of you are not together.” Jean looked at Napoleon as if asking for an answer.

“I guess we are close enough.”

Their relationship might be undefined, but they had one.

Jean nodded, but not without casting a disapproving glance to Arthur, obviously having more to complain about, but choosing to keep quiet out of respect for Napoleon.

It didn’t pass unnoticed by Arthur.

“No need to be jealous either, Jeannie. You’re always welcome to join us.” Arthur winked at him. “It’s not like you’re a stranger to this kind of pleasure between four people, are you? Or even sharing two lovers, you and Sebas didn’t…”

“Master Arthur,” Akihiko interrupted him, surprisingly calm for the suspicious moment he chose for it, “I would refrain from aggravating Monsieur Jean any further.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Arthur’s answer was surprising. “I would rather drink my coffee in peace.”

Napoleon couldn’t help but laugh at the way Arthur frowned and pulled his chair a little further away from Jean. Probably he was still a little traumatized from that one time Jean swapped his coffee.

By his side, you laughed too, and Napoleon caught the look you exchanged with Akihiko before that.

The two of you had your secret. Arthur and Jean might never get along. But you were his chaotic family. It was still surprising he had all of you, but it was a pleasant surprise. especially sharing a meal with these people that had become so dear to him.

“You made quite a lot of food, even for five people.” He commented, serving himself of quite a few crepes.

Napoleon could tell which ones you made, and which ones were Akihiko, but there were a few he had no idea. He took a bite of one and it had a little extra sugar, but it was still good.

“Jean helped make these.” You told him, giving Jean a fond smile. “We had a few incidents, but also excellent results.”

“That is because you are a wonderful teacher.” Jean smiled at you, before turning to Napoleon. “I am glad I was allowed to help make something that pleased you. I know I am not good with this kind of work, but I have been learning enough the past few days.”

“As long as everything is kept functional and the two of you take responsibility for cleaning the kitchen, I do not mind your willingness to learn.” Akihiko surprisingly conceded.

“You talk as if I’m trying to teach a child.” You complained.

“Speaking of child, luv…” Arthur grinned at you, making you blush and make a sign for him to stay quiet.

“What is happening?” Napoleon turned to you.

You smiled and stood up, lighting the candles in the cake.

“Make your wish, blow out the candles, then pull the sword.” You kissed his cheek.

Napoleon could guess what was coming, but his heart still thumped in his ears as he followed the instructions and cleaned the blade to find it inscribed with “Happy Birthday Papa!”.

Napoleon pulled you onto his lap, kissing you, only somewhat aware of the others’ words of congratulations.

“How long have you known?”

“The day before the first time I woke you up. I take you are happy?”

“You know the answer to that, Nunuche.” He kissed you again. “Is it why you have been so bratty these days?”

“That was why I was awake at the time, but had nothing to do with the joke. Although I guess it’s good training.”

“I swear I will be prepared. You won’t need to continue that.”

“I didn’t mean to.” You laughed, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you.” He whispered. The two of you smiled and finally pulled away, turning back to your boyfriends.

“Oh, don’t mind us. It is your moment and you should enjoy it.” Arthur spoke first.

“No. This moment belongs to all of us, as a family. You have been very supportive on our journey to get here. I love all of you.”

It was his biological child, - all of you had agreed to let him try first, - but it was their child, as much as the others were willing for it to be.

“I guess we have one more reason to celebrate.” Akihiko stood up and started to cut the cake.

A nice breakfast with his family was indeed the best way to celebrate. Next year there would be a new addition to their midst, and he couldn’t wait to see how the years to come would change with each new meal you would have together.

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My gift for @iphigeniainaulis as part of @ikemenlibrary‘s Ikemen Vampire Gift Exchange! Sorry for posting it so late but I hope you like it ^^ 

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a;dfksafja HOW CUTE uwu im obsessed with everything about this. Jean’s expression, MC’s adorable smile, and all the BLUSHINESS is just *chef’s kiss*

thank you for participating in the event, it was lovely to work and communicate with you <3

It's finally gift exchange time ! ☆

@atelier-maroron here is your gift from your silly goose 🙈💖

Thanks to @ikemenlibrary for hosting such an awesome and lovely event !

I will share a Jean x Marine version later, I couldn't resist haha (edit : you can find the reblogged Jean x Marine version HERE)

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ikemen vampire gift exchange masterlist

I just wanted to thank all the participants in my event for helping me bring this idea to life. I had an absolute blast getting to know each and every one of you and I’m so happy with how the event turned out! 

(p.s. I think I've gotten everything on here, but please let me know if anything has been forgotten)

Immortelle | Comte de Saint Germain x F!Reader - by @readerinsertfanfiction for @ikemenlibrary​

In Another Life | Napoleon Bonaparte x Arthur Wellesley (Duke Wellington)  - by @readerinsertfanfiction for @batteryrose

Quiet Bliss | Leonardo x Sunny (OC) - by @batteryrose for @saeyoungs-sunflower

You Only Have To Ask | Leonardo x MC - by @saeyoungs-sunflower for @aquagirl1978

Dear Diary | Comte de St. German x Reader x Vlad - by @aquagirl1978 for @tiny-wooden-robot​​

A Vampire’s Love | Le Comte de Saint Germain x Female Reader - by @tiny-wooden-robot for @ikemenlibrary

Entre Espoire et Peur | Theodorus van Gogh x Female Reader - by @tiny-wooden-robot for @ikehoe

My Promise To You | Arthur x MC - by @ikehoe for @toloveawarlord

As Deep as the Ocean | Mozart x reader - by @toloveawarlord​ for @efie-oshita​

Ta Chérie | Ikemen Vampire MC x Comte - by @efie-oshita​ for @ikemenlibrary​

And Like a Flower, This Love Blossoms | Vlad x Anya (OC) - by @ikemenlibrary for @readerinsertfanfiction​

Escape | Comte x MC - by @nad-zeta for @ikemenlibrary

First Impressions | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

Misunderstandings | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

Verlangen | Theo x MC - by @nad-zeta for @dear-mrs-otome

A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing | Theo/Female MC - by @dear-mrs-otome​ for @princessranran​

Double Trouble | Comte x Leonardo x MC - by @princessranran​ for @kazesuke​

Comte/MC mutual pining Leonardo fan fiction | by @kazesuke for @chaosangel767

One More Month | MC x Comte - by @chaosangel767​ for @crystal13unny​

Charles-Henri NSFW Fanfiction - by @crystal13unny​ for @daegupaksu​

Jean art - by @daegupaksu for @weird-profiterole

Chibi Jean x MC art - by @weird-profiterole for @atelier-maroron

William Shakespapa: Family Man (Part 1) | Shakespeare x Reader - by @atelier-maroron​ for @ikesimp100​

William Shakespeare x Ihana art - by @ikesimp100 for @devildomwritersposts

Stardust & Starlight | Shakespeare x MC/Reader - by @nad-zeta​ and @readerinsertfanfiction​ for @littlewitty​

Orpheus and Eurydice | Arthur x MC - by @littlewitty for @aminiatureworld

Harmony | Mozart x MC - by @aminiatureworld​ for @bluejay-writes​

Writer’s Block | Shakespeare x Vincent - by @bluejay-writes​ for @ikeromantic​

Arpeggio | Mozart x Penélope (OC) - by @ikeromantic​ for @ifeelredandblue​

Vincent, Arthur, and Theo art - by @ifeelredandblue​ for @tacogawa​

Arthur x MC art - by @tacogawa​ for @rubird--playsotome​

Napoleon x MC art - by @rubird--playsotome for @iphigeniainaulis

How do I love you? | Napoleon x F!MC - by @iphigeniainaulis​ for @xxsycamore​

Dirty Dance For Three | Arthur x Isaac x MC - by @xxsycamore​ for @scummy-writes​

University AU | Theo x Zeta (OC) - by @scummy-writes for @nad-zeta

Something More Beautiful Than Words | Arthur x Mary Ellen (Reader) - by @ikemenlibrary for @rhodolitesroseforclavis