#writingtrio

[justadarlinggirl]

How would the Ikevamp writing trio be with an s/o that is an author but kept it a secret because they didn't think they were on their(the vamp's) level??

Ok so for some reason I totally forgot about William Shakespeare and just sat there for wAY too long trying to remember who the third guy was, but thanks for the request bb! I had to resist making this into a full-fledged fanfiction, but I can if you want me to! ♡

Also, I feel like I don’t know Dazai well enough to write for him, so I didn’t do him, but if you want me to, I can search a bit and make one! Sorry~

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William Shakespeare: To say you were ecstatic to meet THE Willaim Shakespeare was an understatement. You could probably recite every act in Romeo and Juliet and most of the works you had done took inspiration from the intricate lives William had written. At first, he hadn’t disclosed his name to you, insisting you call him Daisuke (that’s the name of his voice actor ♡) Over time, you two had gotten close, and despite the lack of computers, you had continued your stories, writing chapter after chapter with no one to show them to. When he finally revealed himself as Shakespeare, the way he spoke finally made sense to you.

When you both made it official, he had moved into the mansion, specifically the room right next to you. As you two had gotten closer, he had begun staying over in your room more and more often. One day, he spotted a drawer left carelessly open. You had left to grab some food for the both of you, so he was alone with the countless amounts of paper, stack upon stack. When you came back, the tray in your hands clattered to the ground. He had somehow gotten through over half of the pages in the short time you were gone. Snatching the papers, your face heated up as you recklessly shoved them back into the drawer. 

“D-don’t look at those!” He tilted his head, reaching back for the drawer only to get his hand slapped away. 

“Why?” (I tried to do fancy talk but failed -_-) he asked, “I wanted to see what would happen next.”

“It...It’s not as good as yours.” Silence filled the room.

“What?”

“My writing...is so childish compared to yours. How could I possibly compare to you!” You said this, not with scorn or jealousy, but admiration and longing. You felt hands pat your head and slowly bring you into his chest. 

“Don’t say that, my love. Although our writing styles may differ, it does not make yours inferior. To be quite honest, I wish you would have shown your works to me before. They were lovely.” As you snuggled closer into his chest, you failed to hear the subtle opening and closing of a drawer and the shuffling of papers being gently placed into a certain writer’s bag.

Arthur Conan Doyle: Arthur had just left your room when you frantically began to write, ideas popping into your head left and right. Your hand began to cramp with the uncomfortableness of the quill, yet you persisted, continuously writing and completely unaware of the azure eyes amusingly watching you, tracing your figure.

All of a sudden, you heard two small knocks next to you. Spinning in your chair, your eyes searched for the culprit, e/c orbs landing on your smirking boyfriend. Your hands frantically cover the sheets but knew he wouldn’t give up easily. This was, after all, the all-too-observant Arthur. 

“What’s that Y/N? Are you keeping secrets~?” You flushed, trying to shove the papers away and desperately change the topic.

“Ahah...Arthur! What’re...um...what’re you doing back here?” He chuckled, coming towards you and wrapping his arms around you, subtly preventing you from grabbing the papers. 

“Well, beautiful, I forgot my coat and when I came back, I saw you vigorously scribbling something onto that parchment over there. Now, may I take a glance or will I have to pin you down first?” Hesitantly, you backed down, letting him pick up and read the papers. Thick tension filled the room as he read one page, then another, then another, and eventually he was simply reading at your desk while you overthought every single part of your very existence. 

Finally, he looked up at you, and, with pure panic laced throughout your voice, you began to ramble, 

“I-I know it’s not the best...I mean it’s nothing compared to you. Like, you’re this amazing author and I’m just a random fanfic writer, I mean you probably don’t even know about the pure amount of smut that I’ve written about you when you were just an otome game but I was never confident enough to post it and I barely even showed my works to anyone so this is really embarrassing and-”

You were cut off by your face being buried into Arthur’s chest. 

“Don’t you dare talk about my woman like that. Your works are amazing. I expect you to write more and I will gladly proofread for you darling. Never put yourself down. I love you and trust me, you are so much better than I am. At least you didn’t fail as a doctor and writer.”

This started a cuddle session involving both of you yelling at each other about how the other was better and boosting each other’s writings

A/N: It’s 5 am but ily and wanted to finish this just for my favorite (and only) requester! ♡