#ikevam leonardo x reader

[iamryxx]

It’s been a while since I last found something new, refreshing and SO MUCH FUN TO READ in the Ikevam community I stumbled upon this 😭😭😭😭

This was such a fun read, I really really enjoyed every second of it. 😭🤍💙🔥

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-

[mythiica]

amber astrolabe | ikevam | leonardo

title |  amber astrolabe fandom | ikemen vampire character | leonardo da vinci  genre | angst, bittersweet warnings | well i dont kill anyone, but i dont make any promises for your feels intended gender audience | neutral audience  word count | 2.1k pov | second person  check out the others in this collection | comte, mozart other comments | reuploading! i decided to edit it a bit before doing so, sorry for the wait

The museum looms in front of you, practically swallowing you with its grand glory as it reaches for the sky. Sunlight sparkles in the new windows, yet to be touched by peoples’ hands as they stare into the street. Even from the outside, you can see the top of the arched glass roof letting natural light pour in.

          You remember it when it was the train station and how you would sneak past the guards to climb the stairs hidden behind the walls. Tipping your head back, you squint hard against the bright sun to spot the window of your old room on the top floor. 

         It’s a bad idea to return to the museum– this beautiful building hosts so many memories that are not as wonderful. Still, against your better judgement, you pay your admission ticket like any other tourist that clamours through the doors of the Musée d'Orsay before melting into the crowd. 

         In honor of the museum's grand opening, more people have gathered to see the new displays for themselves. You were specifically interested in the exhibit that you had read about in the newspaper a few days prior. After nearly five decades, the lost works of a famous artist have resurfaced. A trove of sketches – namely hundreds of half-finished drawings of an unknown woman. Pieces of her face were scattered across blueprints, hidden on the backs of oil paintings, and even etched into the lacquer of strange wooden contraptions. 

         You walk past the main exhibit, not really having an interest in seeing the Mona Lisa again. Still, the painting smiles at you from over the churning sea of heads, as if she knows something you do not. 

         Now in the traveling exhibit, you take your time, pacing around to admire the art. You marvel at the broken wing of a plane that did not survive a test run, awe at the elaborate blueprint of a flying machine with gold sails, and even laugh at the obligatory comedic comment that this mystery artist must have had an obsession with someone. 

         However, from the corner of your eye, you notice something glinting in the spotlight just a few meters away. As you approach it, you can’t help but be a tad bit sad to see that it has lost its original shine over the years – in fact, you had held the astrolabe when it was brand new. The hands of the device point towards the end of the exhibit just beyond the corner, but you don’t pay it much attention. Instead, you search your memory, thinking hard to collect the pieces of the past before you can fall against the events that transpired nearly a lifetime ago. 

“Cara mia, close your eyes. I have a gift for you.” 

         “If you drop a screw in my hand again and say you found it behind my ear, I’m going to throw it at you!” 

         His laugh rumbles deep in his chest, but you close your eyes to humor him. Without wasting a moment, he takes your hand and presses a cold, circular object into your palm. “You can look now.” 

         Your eyes flutter open, but you don’t know what to say. “A pocket watch? Did you steal this from Arthur?!” 

         “No.” He pulls the lid back to reveal a much more complicated interior. You take a moment to admire the fine engravings around the edge of the disk before your eyes graze over the centre of the object: an oblong piece of metal resembling the hands of a clock stretch across the diameter, overlapping the intricate second layer that sits atop what looks like a miniature map of the world. It is a deep copper color, and you immediately think of his eyes. They are nearly the same shade of amber, so deep and intoxicating that you wonder if he made it like this on purpose. “It is an astrolabe.” 

         “Well, it looks like you took a watch and a compass and made some… strange hybrid. What does it do?” 

         When he cups his hand over yours, your breath catches in the back of your throat. His hands are so large and warm. “It’s used to calculate the position of the Sun and other stars in the sky. Here, I’ll show you.” Now, his fingers lace with yours, the astrolabe pressed between your palms. It fits there perfectly, as if it were made to be held by your hand and his. 

         The two of you step over the incredible mess that has accumulated over the past week. No matter how hard you try, this place always remains a mess. It is no use to scold him for it now, for he has something set in his mind – nothing you say or do will be able to draw his attention away from showing you what this strange device is capable of doing. 

         He allows you to climb up the winding staircase first. 

         What a gentleman. 

         Then again, it’s the perfect opportunity for him to place his free hand on your waist. To ensure you don’t fall, he explains with the slyest of smirks. 

         Upon reaching the roof of the building, he leads you to the large telescope pointing towards the night sky. A breeze ruffles through your clothes, so he pushes you between the device and his body.  Warmth radiates from his chest, so you lean against him slightly as he explains what he is doing. 

         “This telescope is completely uncalibrated, alright? Cara mia, are you paying attention? Look inside. You’ll see that it is not pointing at anything memorable.” 

         You smile to yourself. He always is so passionate about his work. To humor him, you take a peek through the lense. There is only darkness. 

         “I see.” 

         “Now, if you’ll give me a moment…” Lifting the astrolabe to the sky, he fiddles with it, mutters to himself, and then changes a few settings on the telescope. It swings around to point at a seemingly equal void in the sky – you cannot see anything of importance against the night sky, but he nudges you slightly, prompting you to look through the lense once more. 

         “Is… is that Venus?” 

         “It is!” 

         You lean back and squint, trying hard to see a flicker of green against the black. However, your eyes are too weak to spot anything. “That’s very impressive.” 

         “Oh, but that’s not all!” He side steps around an open box of art supplies and turns over a large piece of paper. It is obviously a flying contraption, but it looks so strange… like it is straight out of a steampunk novel. And is that gold on the sails? How is this thing supposed to fly? 

         Raising an eyebrow, you take a seat on the small stool next to the lamp resting on the ground. “What is it for?” 

         A grin captures his lips. “I’m taking you to the stars. No more sitting around on Earth. I’m tired of this place. When we wed, I promised you a life of adventure. We left the mansion, and now we’re living in the closet of a train station. This isn’t the glamorous life you should have.” 

         “I think it’s pretty fancy, actually–”

         He shakes his head with a laugh, and his dark brown hair falls over his forehead. “We’re going to fly amidst the galaxies that make up the vast universe. How tiny we are, compared to them.” He whips around. “Imagine, reaching your hand out and catching a handful of dust from the time of creation. How amazing that would be…” 

         You laugh, but don’t correct him. Instead, you take his hands between yours again and kiss his calloused knuckles. “Where would you like to go first?” 

         He leans his head against yours and points at the horizon. “Sirius. It is one of the brightest stars in the night sky.” Turning to meet your gaze, he brushes his thumb against your cold cheek. “There is only one star that rivals its beauty. Would you like to know which one?” 

         “Of course.” 

         “A moment, if you please.” 

         Taking a dramatic step backwards, he plays around with the astrolabe until it clicks into place. The long hand is pointing directly at you. 

         “I don’t understand,” you tell him. 

         “Cara mia, you are the brightest star here tonight. You will always be the most beautiful star as well. Trust in that.” 

         You flush at his words, and it is hard to contain your smile. “You’re such a smooth talker, why can’t you put some of that effort into cleaning your room! I swear, it looks worse than it did when I first arrived here. Remember that time I found a mouse amongst your things?!” 

         “Don’t bring Lorenzo into this, he’s done nothing wrong!” 

         The two of you break into a fit of laughter, and that’s when he puts the astrolabe in your palm once more. “This is yours though.” He’s looking at you again with those pools of ochre mischief. “In the case that we are separated before we can reach the stars, use this to find me. Go towards Sirius, and I will meet you there. I’ll wait for you.” 

The white noise of the museum filters into your mind as your eyes flutter open, and you ease back into reality. Tears roll down your cheeks, but you do not move to wipe them. 

         Looking at the astrolabe again, you see the tender scratches against the metal: his initials coupled with yours. An impressive layer of grime dulls the shine of the device, making it less impressive than how it looks in its natural state. 

         A week after he showed you his plans, a tank of a train exploded, plunging the east side of the station in flames. As the fire grew, it stretched to the opposite side, where the hotel was. You had begged him to escape before the roof collapsed, but he insisted on returning for the astrolabe and his telescope, because he had been using it to calculate stars the night before. 

         As you had expected, the wooden beams were not strong enough to withstand the fire but, by some stroke of luck, he managed to thrust you to safety before everything collapsed. 

         Neither him nor the damned astrolabe made it through. 

         A painful hatred for the device burns in your lungs, so you turn away from it and nearly run into someone. Tossing an apology into the air, you hurry forward and move past the rest of the salvaged artworks without paying them much attention. Guilt tugs at your heartstrings and weighs your feet down, retarding your motions. 

         Despite the tears blurring your vision, you throw your head back and glances back at the astrolabe. You don’t know if it is taunting you or trying to tell you something. And yet, your eyes follow the long hand forward, just beyond where you’re standing, until you realize that it is pointing directly at the final, most impressive display of them all. 

         It towers over your head, stretching up the entire length of the wall. Pieces of blueprints, canvases, loose papers, wood, and more are all arranged to create a larger than life depiction of– you. 

         The eyes.. Her nose.. That beauty spot on her cheek that you hate… it is all there. He had to have reproduced it all from memory because you don’t remember him taking any photographs or sketches of her. 

         In the bottom corner, you see a plaque: 

         Believed to be a portrait of his lover, our favourite artist would have had to spend years creating this piece: in fact, our experts needed months to put the pieces together in order to reveal a face! In the left margin of the paper with her eye, the phrase ‘my star’ is written, so we have named her ���Étoile’ for reference. Who was this woman? It was thought that this was lost to a massive fire in the nearly five decades ago, but the recent excavation proved fruitful in its treasures among the basement of the Gare d'Orsay when preparations for the museum began...

         You hear his voice loud and clear in your mind. 

         Cara mia, I am waiting for you, but do not rush. When you are ready, join me, so that we may explore the world beyond this one together. 

         Unable to contain your emotions anymore, you break into sobs. The sadness ebs from your broken heart and stretches through your body, making your legs click in place. You lose your balance and fall to the polished tiles, clutching your chest in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Other guests swarm to your side, offering you help or to call for someone, but you ignore them all. 

         Even overwhelmed with memories, you can feel the warmth of his promise, just as if he were standing beside her. 

         I’ll meet you again, Leonardo. 

         I’ll meet you at Sirius. 

[crazyfreckledginger]

Leonardo Da Vinci x Reader x Comte De St Germain - “Between Old Friends” [Part 1]

After someone tried to kill the Comte, and his old friend gets in the crossfire as well, you thoroughly worry them during their painfully slow recovery. When you understand that Rouge isn’t helping enough and there is a chance the attempted murderer comes back to finish the job, you take the matter into your own hands, and you’re not taking no for an answer.

A/N: This wasn’t requested but I started writing it when I didn’t have internet connection to know what my requests were, sorry to anyone who requested anything, I’m trying to get to it!

Warning: poison, can come out as violence? Don’t take the title literally, take it literally in the second one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

“How long do we have to be here?” (Y/N) murmured, gazing around the hall.

“I don’t know.” Vincent voiced.

“Are you complaining Hondje?” Theo’s sharp gaze landed on you.

“I know I don’t usually, but this dress and these heels aren’t comfortable at all.” A sigh escaped her lips before their conversation was interrupted by le Comte.

“Come dance with me, mon amour,” he smiled, shifting beside her.

“Huh? Oh, no no, that’s okay you don’t need to-”

“I insist,” he interjected, arm sliding around her waist and the other grasped her fingertips lightly before she was whisked off to the middle of the room.

(Y/N) shot Theo a pleading look, who only smirked back at her in amusement.

Cruel sadist.

“You seem troubled,” the man spoke, dipping closer to her face as he guided her movements.

“It’s nothing, really,” she blushed from the proximity.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” His serious look never left hers. It melted her heart how much he cared.

“It’s just my outfit isn’t the most comfortable.” Her eyes glanced down to her shoes, which were digging into the soft skin of her ankles.

“Oh,” he stopped dancing immediately, carefully guiding her to the adjacent room before scooping her in his arms and placing her on a seat, “then please rest, I’ll come to get you when it’s time for dinner.” Kneeling down St Germain slipped her feet out her shoes and placed them beside the furniture.

“Thank you,” she gave him a grateful smile.

He headed out.

“Tired of the commotion hmm?” The voice broke the silence, nearly making her jump out of her seat.

He reached to turn on the lamp and smirked at her.

“N-not as tired as you, I’m sure,” she breathed out when distinguishing Leonardo leaning back in the chair. The vampire chuckled.

“Let me see where it hurts,” he stood up, walking to the end of the chaise long and watching as she tilted her ankle to the side, displaying the slightly bloody and damaged skin.

His fingers trailed up her foot before nudging himself closer, pulling her foot to his lips and kissing around the bruised tissue.

Her cheeks flushed aggressively as he licked the still slightly fresh wound, pecking it once it was clean.

His eyes were slightly darker than before as he licked his lips, her cheeks hadn’t changed colour in the slightest.

“My my, making a move on (Y/N) I see,” a british accent teased. The pair turned around and Arthur chuckled.

“What?” Leonardo grumbled.

“Everyone is getting seated.” He patiently waited as (Y/N) sat up, delicately slipping back in her shoes before standing up. Awkwardly, she followed Conan Doyle to her chair, between him and Theo as Da Vinci went to his place beside le Comte.

The host, who was placed beside latter, poked his glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention. All heads turned to him and on queue, he stood up, grasping his glass and starting to voice his speech. It was decently long, despite it being rather interesting, before she knew it, they were already ready to toast. Glasses hitting each other told her that it was time to drink. Le Comte and Leonardo gulped the beverage down and, as the girl was ready to take a sip, screams tore tore through the hall. The two friends, along with a number of other people, cough viciously and spat blood.

“H-huh?” The woman’s eyes widened in horror.

“Don’t drink that!” Arthur slapped the glass out of her hand and it broke upon contact with the floor. He grasped her wrist and pulled her against his chest in protection.

The Van Gogh brothers raced towards their fellow vampires to check how they were.

****

It had been just over a week since the incident and despite their slow recovery, (Y/N) was nowhere near less worried about them.

“That face doesn’t look good on you, cara mia,” he cupped her cheek.

“Well get used to it because until you are both completely healthy, it’s going to stay like this!” She slapped his hand away and glared half affectionately at him.

“We can walk just fine,” le Comte interjected.

“Yes but you have to go easy on stomachs and throats, which is why I’m babysitting you.”

“You can at least make it sound like you enjoy it,” the inventor chuckled at her.

“We can take care of ourselves,” the pureblood agreed.

“And that is exactly why I’m taking care of you, I’ll be right back with some more Rouge.”

“Thank you, my darling.” The pureblood smiled, sitting at his desk.

The girl slowly closed the door behind her and scurried to the kitchen.

Pulling the tray out of it’s cupboard, she delicately gripped the two flasks of rouge and placed them beside two clean glasses.

“Oh, Sebastian, I didn’t see you there.” She jumped, thankful that her voice didn’t waver so much, the girl was only slowly getting used to a whole household of vampires sneaking up on her when they required anything, especially coffee.

He didn’t reply.

“What’s wrong?” She inquired.

“Nothing, I’m just trying to find a solution to something.”

Her eyebrows knitted together, it wasn’t like him to be so vague.

“Tell me, I might help.” (Y/N) turned towards him.

“Rouge isn’t speeding their recovery fast enough. Whoever poisoned them will only try to go back at it as soon as word gets out that the poison didn’t kill them.”

“Which means Leonardo and Comte need to heal faster so they’ll be able to resist if a threat arises.” She concluded. The butler only nodded. That’s why the both of them seemed so tense lately, they knew that the attempted murder would weaken them enough – if it didn’t kill them – to higher the chances of finishing off the job.

Briskly, she turned on her heels and headed for the Comte’s office.

When the woman returned without the tray of rouge, the pureblood frowned.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She stood her ground in front of his desk, Leonardo sitting on a couch on her left.

“Because I know what you would do.”

“What?”

“Worry.” Da Vinci answered for him.

“I want you to drink my blood instead of the Rouge.”

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Comte, Theo, and Arthur With a Sick S/o

@kisara-16 I heard you weren't feeling good, so here you go, lovely!

Comte wouldn't let you lift a finger! No working, no stressing, no getting yourself any sicker! You were going to be getting some good old rest, and a serious dose of pampering. Clearly the only way to heal your illness faster, along with proper medical treatment, of course, would be to shower you with gifts! So you'd better prepare for even more of the princex treatment!

Theo would give you the day off of work too, and would insist that you take care of yourself. Though he would not miss work if it were a more minor illness like a cold or something, he would most likely ask Vincent or Sebastian to check in on you every now and again to make sure that you are resting! When he returned from work, he would bring you some sweets and would spend the rest of the evening comforting and assisting you until you feel better.

Arthur would immediately go into Doctor Mode. Though he most definitely doesn't like tea, if a nice cup might sooth you at all, then you'd better believe he would rush to make one. Most of the day would be spent rubbing your belly, and reading to you, as well as providing any comfort that he could.

[ikemensweetheart]

18 for Comte St. Germain please

Trick with le Comte coming right up!

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After a long, cold winter. Spring was finally in the air. The trees were starting to bloom and the birds were returning to their nests.

It was also warm enough to air out the mansion. Which is exactly what you were doing; going through the huge estate and opening up every window that could be opened. Letting the fresh, clean air clear out the mustiness that had built up over the cold season.

"There you are, ma chérie." You turned from the window you had just finished dusting to the sound of le Comte's voice. "Oh, good morning." You greet him. "Did you need me for something, Comte?" You asked, giving him an inquisitive look.

"Nothing too terribly important." The greater vampire replied. "Sebastian was just telling me of a gesture from your time that I hadn't been aware of until now."

You blinked in confusion. Le Comte had knowledge that spanned both the present and future. What was this thing he didn't know?

"So, what is it?" Your curiosity got the better of you.

"He was telling me about how some couples compare their hand sizes." He smiles at you and lifts up his own hands. "Would you join me in this, ma chérie?" You can't help but laugh a little. Of all the things out there, this wasn't something you expected your love not to know of.

"Alright." You put down the bucket and rag you were carrying and press your hands against his.

Just as you were admiring how your hands compared to his, he interlaced his fingers in yours and lifted your hands above your head. Swooping in for a swift kiss to your defenseless lip.

"Ah! Comte!" You jerked back in surprise. A fierce blush bloomed across your face and up to your ears. Le Comte laughed. "My apologies, I've been wanting to try that for some time now." He explained as he let go of your hands. "I'd expect that kind of trick from Arthur, but not you!" You hide your blazing face in your now liberated hands.

Le Comte can't help but laugh again at the sight.

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[cuttlefishwritesotome]

Ikemen Vampire Fluff: Leonardo

Masc!Reader

"Caro mio..." Leonardo's soft voice woke you, and when you rolled over you were greeted by the sight of your immortal lover bathed in an ethereal halo of moonlight.

"No nevermind, go back to sleep." Leonardo reached out and pulled you towards him, cradling you against his chest, "you looked so peaceful."

You'd ask him what he was going to say in the morning. For now though the two you just drifted off to sleep in each other's embrace.

[nad-zeta]

Leonardo - Birthday surprise

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Leonardo x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1300+

Comments: Eeeeep so if yall haven't noticed the August birthday bash has officially begun lolol! Eeeek so excited! Whooop Whooop! //dances around ❤❤Hehehe our next sweet lil victim! ALBYYY! Happy birthday cutie albyy! ❤😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈

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Oh, you were truly having the day from hell, in all senses of the word. It started with your phone deciding to do a spontaneous update in the middle of the night, causing you to miss your multiple alarms set in place to beckon you from your slumber.

You jolted awake with a pounding heart, which only increased upon seeing the time. As if being late for work and skipping breakfast in a frenzy wasn't bad enough, it seemed that your boss's ever-worsening mood killed any chances you had of squeezing even the slightest bit of joy out of the day.

It wasn't before long that morning turned to noon, and noon turned to evening, as finally, finally, you were allowed to leave the prison that you called your workplace.

Oh, you were feeling utterly miserable as you locked up your office for the evening and slowly made your way out of the building, phone buzzing in your pocket adding to the umptieth missed call from your now worried sick boyfriend.

Go to work on your birthday, they said, it will be fun, said no one at all. It was by far the worst choice of your life, and at this point, you felt that any attempt to salvage the day would be worthless. In fact, all you wanted to do was go home and throw yourself a pity party. Guests? Just you and yourself and your aching feet. Activities planned? Wallow in sadness and forget the day even existed. Or at least that was the plan until you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend— leaned up against his motorbike, cigarillo between his lips, brows furrowed in worry as he gazed down at his phone.

"Uh hey," you called out with hints of guilt — knowing full well you had actively avoided most of his calls and messages due to the busyness of the day— lifting a tired hand in greeting, you slowly made your way towards Leonardo.

At the sound of your weary voice, Leonardo's eyes fluttered up to meet your own, and you could almost see the way those golden depths shift from concern to relief, as a lazy smile made its way to his lips, "finally let you go for the night huh?"

"Yeah, I swear if they could, they would never let me leave," the soft jest left you as you offered him a weak smile in return. While his appearance certainly came as a surprise, it was not an unwelcome sight as you slowly felt your irritations of the day melt away. Even more so when he opened his arms wide in a silent gesture. He didn't even need to ask you twice before you walked straight into the comforting embrace, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what are you doing here, Leo? Didn't we agree to meet up tomorrow?" you mumbled against his neck, arms snaked firmly around his waist with no signs of letting go any time soon.

"And missed the opportunity to celebrate my Cara Mia's birthday with her? Never!" he gave you a little squeeze, dropping a kiss atop your head before slowly pulling away from you.

Your lips formed a pout as your big doe eyes looked up at him, with arms still tightly secured around his waist. "You know I'm not gonna be very good company tonight."

Silence befell the two of you for a few moments as Leonardo's eyes seemingly searched yours for answers. Once he found what he was looking for, he smirked, pulling away from you entirely before draping the heavily leather jacket over your shoulders and getting onto his bike.

"Heh, then we will just have to do something about that, won't we," he said with complete confidence holding out a pink flower littered helmet to you. You shook your head at the man, a slither of a smile cracking through the hard exterior of your face. It's funny how mere hours ago, the day felt doomed and deprived of joy, yet now, slowly but surely, it was turning around.

"Hold on tight, Cara Mia," he spoke, shooting you a wide grin and wink over his shoulder before the bike roared to life and galloped across the highway.

Sights seemed to blur into one as you wondered just where the hell Leonardo was taking you. You couldn't help but wonder if he had lost all sense of direction, as both your homes were very much in the opposite direction. At some point, you decided to simply just close your eyes and lean your head against his warm back—surrendering to the whims of your boyfriends and just enjoy the ride accompanied by the old 80s rocks booming through the earphones.

It wasn't before long you reached your destination. Holding his hand out towards you, he helped you off the bike before large hands carefully lifted the bulky helmet from your head.

"Hi", the words fell from your mouth with a smile turned snort when you spotted your reflection on the helmet's surface. Hells, you looked terrible, hair all over the place, dark rings beneath your eyes and the light layer of make-up looking less than fresh from the long, long day that had passed.

"How do I look, vision of perfection, right?" you joked, tucking a stray lock behind your ear in an attempt to fix yourself up a little.

Leo's golden eyes shone with mischief as he placed the helmet onto the seat before his hands returned to cradle your cheeks. He leaned in close, impossibly close— the tip of his nose almost touching your own— you could almost anticipate what he would say next.

"Like a cute cat caught in the tumbler dryer," he teased, throwing his head back in a roar of laughter.

You gasped in response, fostering a pout, "hey!" You whined out you giving his chest a couple of playful smacks as your pout only deepened— the least he could do was lie.

The burst of deep, hearty laughter continued to rip through the air at your reaction, fingers making their way into your hair to smooth it down.

"Just how adorable can one person be, huh?" he sounded deeply amused as he pressed his soft lips to your forehead, hand trailing down to meet your own before lacing his fingers with yours.

You let go of a huff, rolling your eyes at the man's antics. "So…. What exactly are we doing at the peer?" you fished for answers, eyes looking around and seeing nothing but the cool night sky and calm ocean waves.

Leo shrugged innocently, with an all too telling smirk.

"Thought you might enjoy a little birthday surprise," another wink shot in your direction as he began to take long strides towards the end of the peer, hand gently tugging your own.

You followed after him excitedly, skin kissed by the soft moonlight and salty ocean breeze. It wasn't long before you reached the very end of the peer, tiny lights getting bigger and bigger as you approached.

Your heart swelled, and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the sight. Railing littered with little fairy lights, soft plush blankets and pillows laid out on the floor accompanied by an array of confectionaries.

"Leo-" you whispered out, not knowing what to say. How could one man be so damn perfect?

Leonardo smiled knowingly and wasted no time at all, flopping down onto the floor and dragging you down with him—landing you straight in his lap so he could cradle your body against his own. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his lighter, but instead of lighting his cigarillo, he lit the singular candle neatly secured in the thick layer of icing atop one of the cupcakes.

"Happy birthday Cara Mia," he purred out, eyes shining fondly as he held the tiny cake out towards you.

You smiled up at him, taking the cupcake from his hands and blowing out the candle. Tightening his arms around your waist, he rested his chin on your shoulder. "What did you wish for," he asked curiously before soft lips left a trail of kisses against your neck.

"Nothing, Nothing at all. All I could ever want is right here."

[kaeyas-beloved]

i’m a sucker for platonic teenage mc. could i maybe have a scenario where mc is v close to leo and accidentally calls him dad. maybe they’re building something together and it just slips out? and she gets all embarrassed about it but leo thinks it’s quite cute and he already mentally adopted her anyways??

(i hope this made sense!! i’m just soft for platonic relationships and the suitors being family figures for mc and leo just seems like such solid father material)

Truth be told Anon, when I first received this request I (out loud) went “yes, yes, yes, YESSSS" or something similar to that but you get the idea I was excited to write it.

And don’t worry, your request makes perfect sense! I just hope that I was able to fulfill it to your liking T_T (and I totally agree, Leo is father material)

Hopefully you enjoy this, if not you can always come back and ask again! This is my first time writing Leo so I’m sorry if he’s OOC at all...

Note: I used an the Italian term topolina in this, which, from my research, is a term of endearment that translates to ‘little mouse’

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“Thanks Dad” {Leonardo x Platonic!Teen!MC/Reader}

Leonardo da Vinci’s room is a mess, that’s a given, but it was peaceful - quiet, a space one could immerse themselves in with a hobby as a form of pass time. In a way, his room was like a library when the silent rule is followed to a T.

And it was here that she could construct with a clear mind, no honking of cars nor sounds of people from outside whatsoever. It was heaven for an aspiring architect like herself.  

“Just like that, easy now...” he murmured, watching with hawk-like eyes from the sidelines as the girl worked independently, putting the skills he’s taught her the past two weeks into practice. At the beginning of this little project they were working together, but about halfway through Leonardo fell asleep... 

Carefully, strategically, the teen applied the last wood piece, completely the couple hour long build. 

Taking a step back to stand beside him, she waits with bated breath, like the slightest change in wind could cause it to crumble. Yet when it held strong, a bright smile split across her face, Leonardo mirroring it with one of his own.

“Brava topolina, you’ve done it. On your own too” he chuckled, mussing up her hair playfully. She rolled her eyes, gently brushing his hand off her head. In no way though did that stop him from wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug.

“You helped, remember? We started the plane model together...” she reminded him.

“Maybe so, but you did most of the work and finished it. That’s worth something, you did good kid.” his praise caused her eyes to widen, his tone holding the warmest note that he’s ever used toward her since her arrival. All the other times where he’s recommended books on topics she’s interested in, when he taught her certain trades or brought her out to town pale in comparison to this very moment of bonding.

As she turned her gaze at the subject of their shared work, something they technically did together, a pleasant feeling filled her heart. Quietly, she whispered her thanks.

“...thanks dad, that... means a lot to me...”

There was a beat of silence before the severity of her words sank in, and a panicked expression morphed onto her face. ‘I did not just say that!?’. Leo’s brows rose in surprise as well, he too never expecting to be called dad, before returning to the usual calmness of his.

It’s true that the appearance of this girl from the future was a strange and different experience to him, a whole new world in some way. Yes, while in the past he’s gotten close to mortals of all kinds, adults, children and teens just like her, none of them could connect on a special level like this. There was never someone who he could just click with when it comes to sharing a hobby or two. Someone he could pass his vast knowledge of information down to to add to their own.

When she came along though she became exactly that person he was lacking in his life. She was the perfect mix of educated while still having room to grow and learn.

And yet he never could find an explanation as to why exactly he felt that way with her. What made her different from the others?

“Sorry, I, um, I didn’t mean-” she stuttered, so embarrassed she felt like she was overheating. Despite everything though, he didn't mind, and the master of all trades kept their wholesome hug going.

“Kinda like the sound of that...” he chuckled, gazing down at her.

“O-oh... can I... uh, keep calling you that?”

“Sure, I’d like that. Now, what do you want to build next?”

Maybe that was the answer - that the relationship they’ve built was akin to familial, she was someone he allowed to be just a little closer than anyone else. Why? Maybe because she knew the secret of the mansion, that he and the resident’s aren’t human, leading him to feel like he doesn’t have to hold anything back, that he can be himself. 

And that alone allowed him to feel just a little bit alive again.

The thought itself kept the smile on his face as he watched her look for another kit to construct, and it crossed his mind that he’d do literally anything to keep her safe with a happy look on her face like she has now.

Anything at all...

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..

…

…Bonus...

“You really are a papà now, huh, Leonardo?” Comte smiled, a teasing look in his eye.

“Quiet ‘Comte’”

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[mansions-maiden]

Stars shall weave my destiny

A/N : So hey there again! I'm back again, not fully but , I am gonna be little free from now since my college works are completing bit by bit, and I wanted to write this as a start..

MC's feeling as they are torn between the decision to stay back in mansion or go back to their own time as they fall in love.

PS: I tried gender neutral version of mc this time.

words: <1000

I don't know if destiny plays fair or not, but it never ceases to drop a bombshell. Who knew that wheels of destiny would play this surprising game? I was meant to be a mere visitor in louvre but had stumbled across the door, which landed me in this time period.

Now I remember Shakespeare's famous quote, " All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.."

Never have these words more suited me. After all, he (suitor of your choice) and I are just players in this game of the destiny. I met the person that I shouldn't have crossed paths with at all. But before I realized it, my heart was a prisoner of his.

I walk through the mansion hallways and open the doors of balcony. The cool wind brushes against my cheeks as I stare at the town lit by arc lamps. Wrapping arms around myself and seeking warmth, my thoughts drift to the time I came from as I look at the town. The town shining with the lights in this century reminded me of my time.

"The city in my time is also lit the same way, every light from the skyscrapers filling me up with an indescribable warmth in my heart. The lights gave me a sense of security, that I'm not alone in this world.

The nightscape of 19th century town is making me nostalgic and anxious somehow. Why did I have to go and fall in love with a person from the past? Just like people fall in love with the moon albeit the millions of stars that adorn the night skies, I have fallen in love with the man who might be way out of my league.

According to Comte, once I leave the mansion through the door, there's no coming back. Do the heavens like to toy with my heart and mind? Why does my love have to be a double edged sword?

This love ablaze in my heart demands sacrifice either way... If I leave this place and go to my time, these all would remain as a distant memory and I would have no choice but to forget the man I love... If I decide to stay back, I have to bid farewell to my family, my friends, my relatives, my life... I feel as if my heart is breaking into pieces like glass shards with the mere thought of bidding goodbye to the ones you love from either of the times. Is this how Comte and Leonardo feel every time they have to bid farewell to the persons they have bonded with ?

I look up at the night sky and see the hauntingly beautiful moon that hangs in the sky. It's crescent shape seems as if it's mocking me, cruelly reminding me again the less time I have to make the decision. The decision that's going to affect my entire life.

Along with the night winds blowing, these conflicting thoughts feuding against themselves made me cold inside out. Both my heart and mind were against each other. My heart wanted to stay here with the vampires whom I have become fond of over the time I spent here. To stay here with the man I'm falling in love with.

My mind was screaming at me,' you do not belong to this time period, you belong to the future. You were always meant to be a visitor. Don't get too attached to him and the others.'

"Am I ready to give up my life I've spent in my time and stay back in this world? " I know that I cannot answer the question right away. And this thought was eating away at my soul.

My head was spinning and ready to explode as these overwhelming thoughts consume my mind.

I heard a sudden clacking of shoes down the corridor and opening of the door behind me. My eyes widened as I turned around and saw him standing there, with eyes that looked at me with concern now. Those were the eyes that had always held me captive as his gaze seemed to stare into my soul. Eyes that I fell in love with. But this has to remain a secret for now. I smiled at him bashfully and pushed all my thoughts aside, not wanting to worry him.

I told myself again, "I may not have answer to the question that my heart and mind ask me. But I do know that I am certainly in love with you, _______(suitor's name) ." I will let the stars and heavens weave my destiny and future that I will hold.

"Nothing at all, just some random thoughts that kept me awake until now. Haha. C'mon, let's go inside. " I told him . I told myself again that everything will be figured out in the end by itself. And I tried calming down my racing heart as I felt his presence beside me, walking alongside me across the hallways.

"Did you say something mc?" He asked, looking at me curiously.

[nuttytani]

46 with Leonardo? Please?

words: 500 ish

fandom: ikevamp

pairing: leonardo x f!reader

warnings: none (fluff)

it might be a tad ooc, tried my best on this one but hnnng! 

46. Touching their nose leading to a sneeze

Running through the hallways and getting your chores done- one last place was left to clean and that was Leonardo’s room. God did you REALLY hate cleaning his room, even though you loved the renaissance man— you definitely didn’t love the state of his room.

You rapped against the door, waiting patiently….

There was no response, assuming that he was out; you entered the room only to find your lover sleeping on the floor.

Yes, you heard me right- on the floor and against his wardrobe too.

His room was a sight to behold! Windows were open, books scattered everywhere, clothes hanging on weird places- it wasn’t a room but more of a garbage lot of weird things. Amongst the chaos, Leonardo slept peacefully, like a baby.

First things first was: waking up the man child, which isn’t hard to do but the aftermath is a sticky situation (usually he would coax you to sleep with him as well)

“wakey wakey , good afternoon monsieur Da Vinci ! bed time is over.” you squatted in front of him while shaking his body.

A pair of honey coloured eyes opened lazily to meet yours.

“oof- cara mia , have some mercy on me.” He replied in his deep groggy voice

“mmhm, and if I do that ; you’d just sleep ANYWHERE and everywhere, so no!” you smirked at the poor man in victory.

“How cruel of you ___ , let a man sleep in peace.” Leonardo chuckled at you trying to get up but just slid back down.

This time you giggled and booped his nose~

Which caused Leonardo to sneeze……

Both of you just stared at each other in shock and mouth agape, until you burst out in laughter.

“Oh Leo! Did you just sneeze?”

“No-.”  Your lover, who still couldn’t recover from the shock told a blatant lie as he popped in an unlit cigarillo to his mouth.

“You and I both know that’s a lie leo~.” You giggled yet again

“I didn’t know that vampires could do that- did you catch a cold? Hmm?” Your laughing was stopped abruptly as Leonardo grabbed your waist and pulled you down.

“heh, we don’t cara mia, its your fault.” He brought your body flush against his and trapping you within his arms, one of his gloved hands tucking the loose strands of your hair.

“Still loving the show?” Leonardo spoke in his husky tone, making you shiver as calloused fingers brushed against shell of your ear.

“Oh- I really am, can’t you tell?” Your arms wound around his neck, bringing his face closer to yours, giving him a quick peck.

“Well~ not before I finish cleaning your room! It’s a mess!” As you tried to escape from Leonardo’s arms, he pulled you back as he stood up, making you wound your legs around his hips.

“Later— I want to sleep with my principessa right now.” You struggled in his arms, panicking yet both of you tumbled together on the bed.

Cleaning is never possible when you’re with Leo

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[niphredil-14]

Hiiii could i request headcanon/scenario (which ever u are comfy with) of ikevamp’s charles with an s/o with a personality kinda similar to mozart’s. Like theyre kinda grumpy and dont rlly like pda but quite shy and loving in private?

Thank you so muchhhh and i love ur work <333

Ofc hon, sorry it has taken so long, I have had no inspiration for writing in general. Enjoy

Your cold facade would not dissuade Charles in the slightest, especially considering that he deals with Faust on a daily basis. He would show you just as much love as he would if you had showered you with affection right off the bat, and in the earlier stages of your relationship, he would have no issue working for your affection. Though, later on, those moments of intimacy behind closed doors, where you are comfortable enough with him to state and show your feelings of love for him? Those moments he treasures more than anything. Charles may not fully understand your aversion to PDA, but he will respect your boundaries nonetheless, doing no more than hand-holding, or allowing you to link your arm with his when it would be expected of you both.

[ikemensweetheart]

Leonardo + cuddling 😘🙏

A short one, but here you go!

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The weather outside was frightful indeed, but you were warm and cozy curled up next to a snoozing Leonardo by the fireplace. With an extra source of warmth in the form of Lumière, purring gently on your lap.

You snuggled down deeper into the blankets and let out a contented sigh as the fire burned merrily in the hearth.

Slowly you drifted off to sleep as the snow came down silently outside.

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[yinses]

fav positions for ur fav ikevamp boys bc they're my favs too? 😂

more so just nsfw scenarios  ?? but i guess technically favorite positions are implied?? also i realized late i forgot napoleon so i had to remedy that real quick

leonardo da vinci

— he’s always such a sleepy boy. forever slumbering where he shouldn’t and often getting in the way of others. more frequently though, you’ve noticed that he’s taken more care to fall asleep in the comfort of solitude. sometimes his study but more often, to both of your greatest pleasure, its the bedroom. lounging lazily is where you find him, shortly after noon, in soft linen and trousers. he wakes to the slow dance of your fingers across his chest, a smile of consent nudging your forward as that same touch moves to unfasten his pants. 

— no one bothered to ask how you’d convinced the italian to choose his preferred sleeping locations more wisely. and it was probably for the best as it was wholly motivated by your occasional desire to rouse him pleasuring his cock. after the first few times, you nonchalantly mentioned you wouldn’t mind doing it more often within privacy. and well, that how you helped break an outfit ages old. 

— you can’t but roll your eyes and laugh as he slides an arm behind his head in an attempt to get more comfortable. he looks like he might fall asleep at any moment even now, as you stroke him evenly. its almost second nature to undulate your thumb along the underside to tease the prominent vein hidden there before flicking your tongue across the tip. he’s likely only expecting a blow job, but you have more in mind as you take his half hard state into you mouth. caressing him his balls for extra stimulation just to speed along the process. he never leaves you hanging either, his cries careless to the offered timeline as he moans openly. 

— his brow raises in tandem with your hips as you position yourself over him, the both of you sighing in pleasure as you take him to the hilt. his hands brace your hips as he arches his back to thrust into you. he grinds against you feverently, gradually waking with each drive. 

arthur conan doyle

—  he has the experience and loves to show it off. predominantly prefers to take control but doesn’t mind handing over the reigns from time to time. everything starts off from a tease, from the moment you approach the bed where he’s settled at the edge, legs wide in invitation. he’ll beckon you close with that smug smile, arms snug around your waist as he guides you into his lap with your arms linked around his neck. after you’ve been with him long enough, you’ll know to roll your hips into a slow grind. each undulation bringing him closer and closer to a hardened state.

— he’ll spend hours if he could, nuzzling dirty promises into your ear until you’re slipping and sliding against his thigh to the wetness dripping from your core. he’ll want you to whimper, the one time he’ll break character to beg for your wanton moans. arthur isn’t here to break you, but he wouldn’t mind cracking the surface just a little to fill the fractures. 

— as a writer, he has an explicit eye for detail. always cognitive of surroundings and subtle gestures with a critical eye. not only does it benefit his readers but it also stimulates you. he almost always has his eyes on you, a brief relief only coming when he succumbs to his own pleasure. but the majority of the time,  his undying focus spreads through you like raw heat. 

— he’ll still your hips long enough to reach between your bodies to free the heavy weight of his cock. to distract your eagerness, he kisses the heat right off your tongue and coaxes your mouth open wider with his own. the moment you feel his lips curve into a smile is matched by your forming a silent ‘o’ as he slides effortlessly into your depths. 

le comte de saint-germain

— if time allows, he prefers to start with his head between your thighs. mouthing at your apex and licking into you with slow deliberation. his smile is sinfully sweet when he flicks his tongue against your clit and nudges his nose against the hood just to catch the hitch of your breath. he does this to make sure you’re ready for the long run, not pleased until your glistening wetness is smeared across your skin. slick running down those same legs that hang precariously from the knee over the curve of his desk.  

—you’re lucky to catch his trousers around his ankles this time, more often than not he’s hard pressed to remove more than his long coat in moments like these. it a different kind of satisfaction for you to see the glossy sheen of sweat trailing down the line of his stomach where the shirt remains on his shoulders but parted enough to entice the view. your lips curve into an impish grin when you reach out to explore the unearthed territory. he leans into the touch eagerly, or perhaps out of necessity as he gathers you by the backs of your knees and rolls his hips forward. the edge of the desk was suprisingly forgiving enough to allow you to focus on the glide of his cock edging against the channel of your sex. 

— when its like this, this part tends to be more hasty to make up for the time wasted lapping at your cunt. his hips snap cordially, driving deeper in search of purchase. he knows how to angle himself, lips twitching as you clench through tremors and undulate your hips in response. comte tangles his fingers through your hair, guiding your head up to cover his mouth with your own. 

theodorus van gogh

— he’s so determined to have you in this moment, willing to toss aside propriety of it means he can immerse himself in your sopping cunt for just a second longer. his brother requested him ages ago and is likely sin pursuit of his location now. you gasp as much, your sharp cries of warning echoing down the halls as your body quakes against the wall. theo has started off with a brutal rhythm, his own uninhibited desire coaxing more wetness for fluid friction. with his forearm braces against the back of your nape, free arm curving your hips back into his own, he’s already threatening overstimulation and the dam hadn’t even broken yet. 

— he wants nothing more than to hear your cries as you bounce against his cock, but it’s not a risk he’s willing to take against his libido. with a hiss, his palm covers your mouth as his fangs nimble at your ear. “you’re too dirty for this. whimpering like that, you obviously want to get caught.” his eyes widen as you retaliate with action, taking two of his offered fingers into your aperture. he greedily soaks in the way you suckle on his digits, your own swimming with mischief and challenge. 

— “oh, you want to play like that, huh?” his hand wriggles under your shirt then sliding between your breast and appearing over the collar to curl his fingers around your offered throat. you bite down on his fingers as his forces his cock through the threshold of your desire, uncaring as your lips part enough to let sounds escape. 

napoleon bonaparte

— you feel as though your prone, spread out and compliant as he holds himself above you. he has his body caging you against the mattress, eyes roving his territory like the conquerer he is. your hand aches at your side with the urge to stoke at your mound just above your joined bodies. but pierced by that look alone, you know it would only encourage him to use more physical restraints if he found them necessary. frankly you don’t care if he uses his own hands to shackle your wrists as long as he would just fucking move. 

— your face must be vocalizing your words because he’s laughing. that beautiful harmony as his eyes sparkle in delight. “you’re too pretty to cry, mon chou. though it does ignite something in me to see how moved you are by this,” he rumbles, his delight punctuated by a firm roll of his hips. when he lowers his chest to yours, you don’t miss the opportunity to wrap your arms around his shoulders. his lips nibble at your throat, mindful of his teeth as he finds a rhythm. 

—he runs the flat of his tongue against your jugular. “you taste divine as usual.” the moment his nose knocks against your chin, you’re tipping your head to capture his lips, sighing into his mouth as your fingers curl into his blades. he still tries talking, a futile attempt out of humor as the slur of speech gets lost to your insistent kisses. his movements never edge toward inconsistency, even as he quivers toward the edge. he’d made a lot of things his  home in his lifetime, but nothing was more permanent than what he’d created with you. 

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Leonardo Da Vinci x Reader x Comte De St Germain - “Between Old Friends” [Part 2]

After someone tried to kill the Comte, and his old friend gets in the crossfire as well, you thoroughly worry them during their painfully slow recovery. When you understand that Rouge isn’t helping enough and there is a chance the attempted murderer comes back to finish the job, you take the matter into your own hands, and you’re not taking no for an answer.

A/N: I don’t know how good this smut is, it was hard to write, over a bunch of days and I simply don’t have the time to proofread anymore, I’m sorry for disappointing all of you.

Warning: oral sex, biting, threesome, riding, fingering, teasing, basically take the title of the fic literally with a bunch of kinky shit lmao.

“Huh?” His eyes widened in surprise, she didn’t have to look to know that his friend was equally caught off guard.

“No,” he replied sternly.

“You know you have to, whoever did this to you will come back to make sure you are both dead, so you need to heal as quickly as possible and the only way to do this it to drink from me.” She explained.

Leonardo was frowning now as well, understanding her point but not wanting to diminish her to a blood bag.

“Please, just until you are both fully recovered.” Her pleasing eyes must have got to the Comte because he glanced at Da Vinci, until a silent agreement was made between them.

“Do you know what you are getting yourself into?” He towered over her now.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You’re a good girl,” his hand gripped her wrist and pulled her against his chest. Comte dipped down, lips grazing her ear before they trailed down her neck, making a shiver course through her entire body. His tongue slithered out and licked her shoulder blade. The sound of a screeching chair didn’t snap his attention out of the moment as Leonardo planted himself right against her back, hand nesting among her hair.

A small wince escaped her gritted teeth as St Germain sank his fangs into her skin.

Her slender fingers grasped his shirt as he kept her wrist against him, other hand tightly pressing her against him to keep her secure.

No sooner than that, her head was pulled back by her hair and the back of her head was firmly held down on the inventor’s shoulder by his gloved hand before his nose nuzzled down to the opposite side of her neck.

Her cheeks flushed beautifully, feeling her skin become hotter and hotter until it burned overwhelmingly. Her breathing became ragged as le Comte sucked a little more forcefully as his old friend sank his own fangs into her.

The ecstasy she was feeling was so unbearable that the girl didn’t even register the second set of teeth that protruded inside of her.

Small whimpers and cries escaped her throat as Leonardo smirked, clearly enjoying this.

“You make the sweetest of sounds, cara mia,” he purred. Her fingers gripped le Comte’s shoulder tightly as he pulled his fangs out and left a trail of kisses along her skin.

(Y/N)’s eyelids struggled to remain open as Leonardo followed suit, discreetly removing his gloves before a hand slid down her clothed chest and towards the waist band of her skirt.

The woman gasped loudly before the pureblood captured her lips in a hungry kiss.

Da Vinci’s hand traveled down inside her panties, making her moan into the other’s mouth. Skillfully, he rubbed her already soaked bundle of nerves.

“Mmh, you’re so wet for us.” He chuckled, rubbing her faster.

Whining, she held onto his wrist, wanting him to go a little slower so she wouldn’t collapse on the floor from the rush of pleasure.

Ignoring her silent pleas, her hips bucked against his, ass creating friction against his crotch. He groaned loudly into her ear, biting his lip in arousal and muttering an italian curse word as well.

Comte’s nimble fingers unbuttoned (Y/N) shirt before pulling it right off, and exposing her bra-supported breasts.

Almost inconspicuously, his fingertips slid her bra straps off her shoulder, replacing the fabric with his own lips.

With Leonardo’s other hand, he unclasped her bra and held her waist tightly to prevent her from squirming so much.

As her naked breasts revealed themselves to golden eyes, Comte pinched and teased her nipples, kneading and licking her chest. One of her hands slid into his hair and pulled lightly, her throat attempted to release a sound but the skillful work of the inventor in assaulting her cunt with a few fingers only silenced her further.

The latter’s teeth teasingly nibbled on her earlobe, occasionally groaning at how hard he was getting from her hips pushing against him, as the Comte’s teeth nibbled on her nipple, squeezing her unassaulted breast with his hand.

Whining and whimpering, they could both tell she was getting close. Her walls clenched around Leonardo’s fingers deliciously. Curling his fingers inside of her made her legs nearly give out from under her until they were held tightly by the two vampires.

The lewd noises from her dripping arousal mixed with her loud moans made him quicken his pace and race her to her orgasmn.

“L-Leonardo,” she cried, clenching once more before the knot in her abdomen let loose and she cummed around his digits.

Shakily, she clung onto the owner of the mansion.

Noticing she was the only one fully naked, Comte slipped his jacket off and unbuckled his trousers, slipping out of the fabric and laying on the nearest couch. He smirked as he beckoned the girl over, her cheeks beautifully flushed when she glanced over at the other vampire only to see him suck his fingers clean. 

She crawled on top of him.

“No no, other way,” his fingers twirled around and she did as she was told until her ass was hovering over his face.

Leonardo walked up to her, pulling her hair so she was staring straight at him.

“Undress me,” he ordered, his previously amusement-held eyes were now only filled with lust. 

Crouching up comfortably, she stared up at him as she fiddled with his best, his thumb pushing through her lips, as a response, her tongue lapped at his skin, sucking and nibbling it. He licked his own lips. 

The girl felt a hand rest against her ass cheek as Comte steadied himself, before licking a hard trail up from her clit to her slit. 

She moaned loudly, resting against the inventor’s lower stomach to glanced back at the pureblood, who only returned a hungry gaze as he kisses, and flicked his tongue along her slit. 

Biting her lip, she was redirected back to Leonardo and her hand slipped his belt out of his trousers before unzipping him. 

Her breathing hitched slightly from seeing the dent in his underwear but with a slight nudge, she pulled the last piece of clothing down and his cock sprang out. After le Comte adjusted her so she was where he wanted her to be, he gripped her hips and slowly sank her onto him. 

A gasp escaped the woman, feeling how big and thick he was.

“Mmh, you’re beautifully tight, my darling,” he praised, caressing the view he had of her back and ass as she started riding him slowly. 

Her tongue kitten licked the other man’s tip, smiling up at him as he chewed on his lip in frustration. Agonisingly slowly she sucked on his tip, and then finally, she took as much as she could in her mouth, moaning softly as Comte took over from her and jerked up inside of her. 

Leonardo’s fingers combed through the woman’s hair. Understanding the silent order, she focused back on her task, squeezing what she couldn’t reach and bobbing her head a little faster.  

His eyes sunk through her, taking in her naked form that was being roughly fucked by his friend, the pleading eyes that were gazing up at his, trying hard to bring him over the edge despite the intense pleasure her cunt was receiving. 

Comte groaned loudly, feeling her thighs squeeze slightly from around him as Da Vinci started insisting on the pace and how much she took of him. 

He pulled lightly on her hair as well, bucking his hips down her throat and cursing under his breath. 

The girl gagged, placing her palms against his thighs to stop him from forcing himself so far down her mouth. It made her slightly uncomfortable but feeling both of them use her to pleasure her and themselves made her groan at the feeling and make even more of an effort to accustom herself to the experience. 

A whine escaped her as Leonardo pulled out of her only to push back in between her lips. Her walls were clenching around Comte’s thick cock, the sound of slapping skin only growing bigger as he grunted as well, seemingly getting closer to his release. 

Moaning, Leonardo twitched inside her mouth. She held a hand up to cup and knead his balls, before he thrusted a few more times down her throat and, after one last grunt, he pushed himself as deep as possible and cummed down her throat. 

He pulled out of her, nearly losing his balance but sat down on the nearest chair, biting his lip as she gulped down his seed.

“Now turn around,” Comte ordered, stopping his pace entirely. A small gasp escaped her lips as she pushed him out of her and turned around so she was facing him. Now, he had a beautiful sight of her face, cunt and breasts. 

His fingers gripped her ass and she hovered over his chest, sinking down on his girth, and, slowly bouncing on him, now, he wanted his release, as well as hers. He didn’t want to reach his end when she was blowing Leonardo, she wanted her full, undivided attention, and now he had it. 

Her palms pressed against his sturdy chest before she started grinding on him, moaning softly as he gently shot up inside of her. 

His hand reach out to her, cupping the back of her head and pulling it closer to him. 

Dipping down, she placed her lips onto his, grunting every now and again from a particularly rough thrust, until she bit down on his lower lip, feeling herself clench around him. Kneading her breasts, he pinched both nipples before trailing his fingertips down her sides and to her hips, helping her move up and down his length. 

He groaned, sitting up and burying his face between her breasts. Muttering a string of curse words as he twitched inside of her. 

The sound of footsteps made him peek from above her chest and he perceived a grinning Leonardo reaching down for one of her breast and the other slipped between her legs to rub her clit wildly. 

“A-ah,” she cried out, holding onto his arm as she rode Comte. Quickly, she squeezed around the pureblood, moaning loudly as he could feel himself twitch once again, and this time, he wasn’t going to prolong it. 

Squirming, her legs started shaking as she attempted to close her legs, but Leonardo spanked her ass, keeping her firmly on his friend’s lap. 

Comte growled loudly, twitching again before releasing inside of her, but he didn’t stop. 

Soon enough, after a few sloppy thrusts, the man got the hang of it and pounded into her dripping cunt, biting his lip and panting heavily. 

His breathing hitched as his gaze trailed up and down her form, so beautiful and perfect. 

(Y/N) cried out, finding it difficult to keep going as she clenched harder around him, taking him out of his thoughts. 

Roughly and mercilessly,  he rushed her to her end, making her scream and buck against him, spasming as she held onto Leonardo’s arm in desperation.

Breathlessly, she closed her eyes. Arms slid around her waist and the man lifted her off of the Comte, essentially pulling him out of her. She released the quietest of whines at the loss of contact before her eyes slowly fluttered closed.

“Rest, cara mia.”

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Reblog ging this again since Comte’s route is out

My Theory About Purebloods (And The Solution to Leonardo’s Problem)

So this was inspired by a few things

- @incorrect-ikevamp-quotes your analysis rant posts about Leo are amazing please never stop writing them. I’d love to hear what you think about this too!

- The feeling of crippling dread that his ending gave me and how I refuse to accept that I’m just gonna die one day and leave him alone and in pain like that.

- Pure curiosity. I’d probably end up trying to do this research anyways. But its primarily for him.

Anyways y’all enjoy my 3am Leo brain vomit. I’m totally onto something here though even though its verging dangerously close to mad scientist Faust territory. Anyways Enjoy! Reblog and let me know what you think!

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[kaeyas-beloved]

So I just found your platonic teenage MC and Leonardo post and I absolutely adore it OMG 🥺, the way you wrote Leonardo as a father figure was so great! Could I maybe request some general headcanons for this adoptive father daughter duo?

First of all Anon thank you so much for telling me that, it means a lot to me to know you liked that scenario <3

Secondly, you absolutely may request general headcanons! I hope you like them as much as the other platonic piece! If there was anything specific you wanted that I didn’t mention you can always come back and ask again! (Also I’m really sorry if these aren’t what you were expecting or they’re not any good all together T_T )

PS, I also made these general enough that you could see the MC be either from the 19th century or the 21st while still keeping the main focus of what a father/daughter relationship with Leo is like (you’ll know what I mean once you read them - probably)

Something you need to know before reading - the scenario Anon mentioned has it where the MC is building a model w/ Leo so some points in this will be under the idea that she likes to build things too.

Under the cut cause it’s a little long!

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General Adoptive Daughter!MC & Leonardo Relationship HCs 

First and foremost, even if you’re adopted/staying for just a single month he will treat you like you’re his own flesh and blood. In his eyes you’re family no matter what (sorry I don’t make the rules)

But moving on-

He is such a relaxed dad

Sometimes you think he’s a little too relaxed...

Never gets mad at you either, there’s very few things that gets this man upset.

Like if you were to accidentally break something of his he’d just pat your head/shoulder and tell you that these things happen before going on his merry way

He’ll muss up your hair/pat your head a lot in general - it’s his way of showing affection

Supports whatever route in life you take, if it makes you happy go for it. Your life is so short, you should spend it doing what you love.

Like in the scenario mentioned at the beginning, Leonardo would definitely call you topolina or even passerotta - rarely ever calling you by name unless the situation called for a more serious note.

Leo teases you a lot too about anything he can. Your eyes linger on a particularly cute boy/girl/person? He’ll chuckle and lean down so only you’d be able to hear him and say something along the lines of “something catch your eye, topolina?”

Teaches you all he knows on any topic if you show even the slightest interest in it (or asks the other residents if he’s not that knowledgeable on it/feels they could teach it better than him)

Takes you out into town whenever he goes for work, both as a learning and bonding experience - dropping tips for building/fixing things that the books don’t tell you.

(Even if you’re not aspiring to be an architect/something along those lines he’ll still do the above point as sort of a life skill if you’re on your own and need to repair something.)

Also as another bonding activity he’d randomly show up at your door and be like “you wanna build a castle model???”

Moderately and spontaneously spoils you. 

You’ll never know when something will catch his eye in a store that he thinks you might like, leading him to buy it for you. 

On more than one occasion have you received something from him only to be left confused because he hands it to you so nonchalantly

You have to deal with him falling asleep all the time, especially while you guys are working on a model cause he likes to sit back and let you work on your own.

One time he fell asleep and ended up leaning onto you, crushing you under him. You were only able to get out and breath once again when Comte walked by and saw you in need.

Not the best at comforting but not the worst either. Somethings he knows exactly what to say (which is most of the time) and then there are the rare times he’s lost.

He may be the master of all trades but there are still going to be things that aren’t his forte!

By no means though will he not lend an ear and listen to any troubles you have - cause he will listen and give advice where he can

For some reason I feel like if he ever saw you roaming the mansion’s halls looking upset he’d sweep you up into his arms and hang you upside down as a way to try and make you laugh

I also think Leo is the kind of parent to watch from afar at times while still being close to you (if that makes sense). 

He wants you to be able to rely on him while still not being smothered or feel like you have no freedom with him - something I think he felt a little with his own family. 

Depending on if you’re from the 21st century or not but Leonardo would be sad when he’d have to say goodbye. Yes he could see you again but it’d be the pain of having to live another 200 years before he could.

Similarly if you’re from the 19th century he’d feel a twinge of sadness at seeing you grow up. It reminds him that you’re human and you could be taken away from him at any point. 

Of course he’d protect you to the best of his ability, anything to keep you safe. 

Leo wants you to live out your human life as long as possible, to experience the wonders of being alive. Something he doesn’t have and something he doesn’t want you to take for granted.

In somewhat relation to the above

REFUSES (and I can’t emphasize this enough) to turn you into a vampire

Would also kick Comte’s ass if he even suggested it to you

But on a more lighter note!

If you were to ever bring home a s/o he’d ask them a couple questions threaten them that if they hurt you they’re dead before teasing you about it

“Isn’t that the one you stared at on the street?”

“daaaAAD!!!” *combusts*

Also by default you’re close with Comte too (who also views you as a daughter)

Overall a very wholesome and laid back relationship is shared between you two :)

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Again I’m really sorry if these aren’t that good - I’m still working on how to write headcanons since I usually write scenarios T_T

As of me posting this, requests are open [check my bio though to be sure]! Don’t forget to check the rules too for the fandoms/topics I write for (which are linked in my masterlist)!  

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